Juicy Secrets Forbidden Tales of Lesbian Love

By Naughty Mommy

By Naughty Mommy

Click this link for a helpful chart of Characters and Relationships

By Naughty Mommy

Click this link for a helpful chart of Characters and Relationships

By Naughty Mommy

Click this link for a helpful chart of Characters and Relationships

“Just look at them, how beautiful they are,” said my mom. “The most lovely sight in the world, I think, is a naked little girl with her legs spread wide — especially when it’s your own daughter,” she added with a chuckle. Again the other moms nodded and smiled.

Although they were grinning, Lauren and Kelsey both seemed a bit nervous to me. That wasn’t surprising, since they were kneeling in front of their daughters, Lindsey and Hannah, while staring at their vulvas. I knew they had kissed the girls, I’d seen them do that, and they’d masturbated with them too, earlier that evening. But I also knew they’d never really had sex with them, never licked their pussies or anything like that. Now it appeared this might be about to change. Were they ready for it?

On the other side of Lauren was Dana, gazing in at Chelsea’s crotch. Dana didn’t seem uneasy at all, and why should she? She’d been having sex with her little girl for several months now, and both enjoyed it very much.

Next to Kelsey was my mother, and of course she was the least fazed of any of the four women. This was her idea, after all. She’d arranged the moms that way, and was clearly preparing Kelsey and Lauren to take the next step, to commit lesbian incest with their daughters. My mom really wanted to see that, and so did I!

“Mmmm, just look at them,” Mommy repeated, as she leaned in close to my crotch. She inhaled deeply through her nose, taking in my scent. Without being told to, the other three did the same, following her lead.

Next my mother blew lightly on my pussy. She knew how much I loved that. Her warm breath made me tingle all over. My clit was throbbing. I couldn’t wait to have her lick me!

She made me wait, though. With her hands on my bare legs, gently stroking the inside of my thighs, Mommy leaned back a bit, gazing at me and smiling.

“Sometimes I just like to look at her,” she told the others. “At all three of my girls, in fact. There are times, as they’ll tell you, when I’ll lay them down in my bed and just look at them, for the longest time. They’ll grow up, you know, much too soon, and then we won’t have these beautiful young girls to enjoy any more. We’ll have to wait for our granddaughters to come along.”

That brought some chuckles from the other moms. “Thinking about a grandkid already, are you?” Kelsey grinned.

“Sure, why not?” Mommy replied. “I expect to be sexually active for most of my life, and I’m sure I’ll always like little girls — as well as older girls, teens, and women too. But there’s something so special about a young girl as she, you know, just as she just begins to blossom. I simply can’t resist them at that age. Now, I don’t know if I’ll ever actually have a granddaughter, but if I do, mmmm, little girl pussy…”

As she said that last part, she leaned in again and inhaled my scent, then nuzzled me, the tip of her nose running slowly up and down my labia, and soon slipping between my pussy lips. She wasn’t using her tongue yet, or her lips, merely nuzzling. But as she pushed in farther, my mother’s cheeks came in contact with my labia. She buried her face in my cunt, shaking her head slightly, making a little growling sound. God, it was so hot! I almost came right then!

Standing behind the moms, who were kneeling side by side on the sofa, were my sisters Kate and Molly. Kate had an arm around Molly’s shoulders, and although I couldn’t tell for sure, it looked to me as if they might be rubbing one another’s pussies.

When Mommy pulled back, taking her face from my crotch, her nose and mouth and cheeks were wet with my juices, glistening. She licked her lips, smiling broadly at the other moms.

“Holy Mary,” exclaimed Kelsey.

“Mother of God?” my mom grinned. “If you’re saying the pussy of a young girl, of your daughter, is divine, I strongly agree.”

Up to that point, neither Kelsey nor Lauren had done any more than sniff the vulvas of their own daughters. Dana, on the other hand, had nuzzled Chelsea the same way my mom nuzzled me. In fact, I think she might have licked her a little bit too. Dana’s face wasn’t coated with pussy juice like my mother’s was, though. At only 7 years old, Chelsea didn’t really produce that much moisture, although I knew from personal experience that she was quite capable of an orgasm.

Mommy said, “Now that we’ve done some looking, wouldn’t you like to taste your girls? Have you ever thought about doing that?”

“Have I ever thought about it?” Kelsey leered. “‘Course I have, many a time. Most mums do, I’ll wager.”

“How about you, Lauren? Ever thought about that, with Lindsey?” my mother asked.

“Well, uh, not… not on my own, I mean, not until Kelsey started talking with me about it.”

“Are you tempted?”

“Uh-huh,” Lauren giggled, blushing but nodding eagerly. “It’s not something I ever would have thought of, but now, the more that I, the more we talk about it, the more I want to try it.”

“God, you guys,” said Dana. “All this talking — I just want to eat my daughter!”

And with that she fastened her mouth over Chelsea’s little pussy, kissing and sucking and licking. The child squealed with delight.

“Good idea,” agreed my mom. She brought her lips close to my pussy, blew on it some more, nuzzled me again, and then finally — finally! — she opened her mouth and began to lick my sex.

“Fuck,” I moaned, grabbing her head and pulling her tightly against me. “God, I want you so much! I want to come all over your fucking face!!”

I hadn’t really meant to say anything like that. It just came out, I couldn’t help it. And although I was mostly preoccupied with all the incredibly wonderful sensations taking place between my legs — as my mother sucked and licked my pussy — I did manage to remain at least partially aware of what else was going on in the room.

My bold words seemed to have triggered the other two moms. Kelsey shoved her face into Hannah’s crotch and started eating her enthusiastically, grunting and groaning. I could see that the woman also had a hand down between her legs, masturbating. Lauren let out a little whimper, grabbed one of her own tits in her hand and squeezed it hard, pinching the nipple, then leaned in and lovingly kissed Lindsey’s hairless pussy a few times before opening her mouth and beginning to lick the girl. Meanwhile, behind them, my sisters were wrapped up in each other’s arms, kissing and humping.

I heard Chelsea squeal again, more loudly than before, and I wanted to look and see what Dana was doing to her — except at that moment I was unexpectedly overcome.

Often it will take me longer to reach climax, but on this evening, with all that was happening, with the knowledge that I was there seeing two moms eat their daughters for the first time, and of course with the expert way my own mom was eating me, I suddenly exploded into a hugely powerful orgasm. If my mother hadn’t had a good grip on me, holding me up, I might have fallen off the back of the sofa.

Luckily, though, Mommy was holding me securely, arms wrapped around my thighs as she pressed her face into my crotch. She kept on licking me while I came and I continued climaxing for a long time, spasms bursting through me again and again as I cried out in delirious ecstasy.

When at last I came back to reality, I opened my eyes to find my mother smiling up at me. Her lips and cheeks were shiny with my juices. “I love you, darling,” she whispered.

It almost made me cry, seeing so much affection and devotion in her eyes. “I love you too, Mom,” I managed to say, my voice breaking.

Then I realized that Hannah, sitting beside me, was holding my hand. She was squeezing so hard it almost hurt. I glanced over and saw that her eyes were tightly shut, her face pinched. She was panting, gasping, apparently right on the edge of an orgasm.

Yes! This was just what I wanted to see! Hannah was going to come with her own mother eating her pussy!!

Mommy turned to look at them too. She nodded her head and licked her lips, giving me a wink.

I briefly leaned forward to see what was happening with the other kids. Chelsea was squealing and kind of bouncing on the back of the sofa. Her face was bright red, her eyes closed. I was almost sure she was having an orgasm, coming in her mom’s mouth. Lindsey, on the other hand, didn’t really seem to be close yet. Although the way Lauren was licking her must have felt very good, having all the other people around could have been too much of a distraction for the 9-year-old.

Speaking of other people, my sisters Molly and Kate were on the floor now, in a 69, with Katie on top. She was rocking up and down, grinding her pussy into Molly’s mouth while also licking her clit. I didn’t know if either of them had come yet, but it looked to me like Kate was getting pretty close, making a high-pitched whimper that often signaled an impending orgasm for her.

And speaking of orgasms — just then Hannah started shimmying like mad, her whole body undulating in rapid waves as she climaxed in her mother’s mouth. My own mom suddenly came too. I hadn’t realized she was masturbating, but when she saw Hannah reach orgasm, that must have put Mommy over the top. She shuddered, fucking herself with two fingers while hissing, “Eat your daughter! Eat your daughter! Fuck yeah, eat your little girl!”

As for me, I wasn’t ready for another orgasm quite yet, but my free hand — the one Hannah wasn’t squeezing — immediately went to my pussy. I rubbed myself as I watched the delicious lesbian incest taking place all around me.

After Hannah finished and Chelsea finished (and my mom finished), we rearranged ourselves. The kids got down from the back of the sofa. Lauren put Lindsey in one of the armchairs and  picked up a vibrating wand. She kissed her daughter’s mouth, then switched the vibrator on. I could tell by the sound that it was on a low setting so as not to overwhelm the child.

When Lauren placed the wand over Lindsey’s vulva, the young blonde immediately began to tremble and moan. Her mother smiled. She licked her index finger, moistening it with her saliva, then leaned in close to insert the finger just a little way inside the girl’s vagina.

Hannah and Kelsey, meanwhile, were cuddling on the sofa, the redhead nestling in her mother’s arms. Kelsey stroked Hannah’s back and her perfect bottom, murmuring words of endearment. As I watched, Hannah extended a hand to tentatively touch Kelsey’s nipple, fingers playing lightly over the tip of the breast.

“Mmm, yeah,” the woman sighed, “go on now, love, and suck Mummy’s tits. Ya know that’s what I want.”

She did. After fingering the taut nipple for another second or two, Hannah lowered her face to her mother’s breast, covered it with her mouth, and began to suck. Kelsey groaned in pleasure.

I felt someone groping me, a hand reaching between my legs from behind. It was Dana. Her other arm encircled my waist, giving me a hug. With her mouth at my ear, her breath warm, she whispered, “I want your mouth on my pussy, Julie.”

Oh my god, yes! I would gladly do that!

I turned and smiled at her, taking the sexy young woman in my arms. We kissed deeply, tongues dancing together. When the long kiss ended, we found an open spot on the floor, next to Kate and Chelsea. Katie was on top of the 7-year-old girl, kissing and humping her, with Chelsea’s little legs wrapped around Kate’s ass, pulling her close.

As Dana and I settled into a side-by-side 69, I paused for a moment to admire another truly beautiful sight: my mother in an armchair with her legs spread wide, and Molly kneeling on the floor in front of her, licking and fingering her cunt. What a fabulous family I have!

For the next twenty minutes or so, we all had sex — although I wasn’t exactly certain what the others were doing, because once Dana and I really began to eat each other, my focus was pretty much taken up with that. Her pussy tasted so good, and what she was doing to me quickly brought me very close to an orgasm. The funny thing was, though, that Dana somehow managed to keep me right on the edge, almost over the top but not quite there, while at the same time she climaxed several times in my mouth.

Finally, when I was just about to go insane, feeling an absolutely unbearable need to climax and release the tension — she gave me what I craved. I came hard with Dana’s finger deep inside me and her mouth sucking my clit.

It took me a while to recover, but when at last I sat up, ready to rejoin reality, I was excited to see that Hannah was kneeling in front of her mother, licking Kelsey’s pussy. The woman’s face was flushed and shiny with sweat, her eyes bulging, teeth clenched. She held Hannah’s head in her hands, pulling it into her crotch, muttering, “Fuck, fuck… eat Mummy, eat Mummy’s cunt…”

On the floor next to me, Dana was sitting on Chelsea’s face, rocking back and forth, fucking the little girl’s mouth. It looked to me as if Dana was in the middle of yet another climax. My sister Kate was lying on the floor between Chelsea’s legs, licking and sucking her pussy, making happy num-num sounds.

Just beyond them, my mom was on top of Molly in a scissors position, holding one of her legs up and tribbing with her, ramming their pussies together. “Fucking, fucking, fucking,” I heard Mommy chant in rhythm with her thrusts.

Lindsey was still sitting in the armchair but the vibrating wand was on the floor, switched off. Lauren had her mouth between her daughter’s slender legs, covering her hairless vulva. The girl’s eyes were shut tight, her face pinched, breath coming in quick gasps. I could tell she was nearly ready to climax.

Although I’d just completed a tremendous orgasm a few minutes earlier, I was so aroused by what I saw all around me that my hand automatically went to my own pussy once again, rubbing eagerly. Within only a minute or two, when Lindsey started to come, and when my mom came, and when Kelsey climaxed in Hannah’s mouth, I came too, along with them.

* * *

We rested after that, everyone sharing gentle caresses and soft kisses, looking around at each other and smiling. Lauren asked us if we’d like something to drink, or maybe more dessert, but no one did. We were all still in the mood for hot sex.

After another couple of minutes, Kelsey fished in the satchel that was on the floor by the sofa, pulling out a strap-on dildo. She got to her feet and stepped into the contraption, cinching it around her waist. I noticed there was also a piece that went up inside her own vagina, shaped like another dick but not quite as long as the one that stuck out in front.

“Lauren, love, I wanna fuck you,” Kelsey grinned saucily, as she rubbed lubricating jelly on the plastic cock.

The idea of having that ugly thing inside me didn’t appeal at all, but it certainly did to Lauren.

“Mmm, yeah,” the blonde purred. She lay on her back on the sofa, both hands between her legs, massaging her cunt.

Hannah, who’d stood up, stepped back a bit to stand beside me, taking my hand. “Wow,” she whispered, “I never saw this before.”

They put on kind of a show for us, Kelsey kneeling on the sofa, stroking the cock, talking dirty to Lauren, and Lauren responding just the same. It was clear this was a game they often played, turning each other on with their words prior to actually having sex — but I was pretty sure they’d never done it before in a room full of young girls, including their own daughters!

I looked around at the other kids, standing very close and observing. Everyone’s eyes, including mine, were wide as we watched Kelsey press the head of the dildo against Lauren’s pink hole, then slowly slide the whole thing inside while the blonde groaned in pleasure. The moms, however, were not only watching, but masturbating. Dana’s fingers were flying over her clit, and Mommy had two fingers pumping in and out of her vagina.

As for me, I wasn’t really tempted to play with myself. What I saw was interesting, fascinating, but it didn’t exactly turn me on. It was too much like hetero sex. I seemed to be the only one, though, who wasn’t aroused by it. As we watched the women fuck, Kate began masturbating too, as did Hannah. Even the younger girls, Lindsey, Molly, and Chelsea, were rubbing their little pussies.

“Come on, fuck me! Fuck my cunt!” Lauren cried, with Kelsey shoving the cock up inside her, harder and harder, faster and faster. “Make me come!”

“You gonna come for me? Huh?” Kelsey panted, sweat flying off her face. “Come while I’m fucking you?”

“Fuck me! Fuck me! Fuck me!” screamed Lauren.

Dana came as we watched them, and so did Kate, and then my mom. A few seconds later, Lauren was climaxing too, shrieking and cursing. Kelsey reached orgasm just after that, and when she did, I saw fluids leaking out of her cunt, around the edges of the strap-on, dripping onto Lauren and soaking into the sofa cushions.

It didn’t take Kelsey long to recover. She huffed and panted for maybe half a minute, then pulled the big black cock out of Lauren’s vagina, leaving it gaping, pink and open.

The sexy brunette pushed herself up off the sofa and turned toward Dana. With a hand stroking up and down the shaft of the wet, slippery phallus, she leered, “Fancy being next, little girl?”

Kelsey took Dana from behind, first in the pussy, then in the ass. Almost as soon as the dildo slid up inside her cunt, Dana began to climax. I could see that she was masturbating too, rubbing her clit. It was obvious that she really loved being fucked that way. She continued stimulating herself when Kelsey pulled the cock from her pussy, and then slowly pushed it into her butt. In fact, she came even harder then, crying out in pleasure.

“You like that, do ya?” Kelsey said. “You like having Mummy fuck your bum, little girl?”

Dana really did look like a child in some ways, so small and slim, almost flat-chested. But her openings — her pussy and her ass — were mature, easily large enough to take the fucking with that big dildo and enjoy it.

When she was finished with Dana, Kelsey moved on to my mom, doing the same things with her. By this point, however, Kelsey wasn’t the only one using a strap-on. Kate had found another inside the satchel. This one was pink instead of black, and didn’t have a double-head, but it did vibrate!

With a little help from Lauren, my sister got the thing on, then began to fuck Dana. She took her from the front, on the floor in the missionary position. They kissed and fucked, with Dana climaxing repeatedly.

After Dana, Katie fucked Lauren on the sofa. The blonde pulled her legs up wide, in a V, and Kate pushed the vibrating dildo deep inside her. Kelsey had finished fucking my mom by then, in both holes, and removed the strap-on. The woman wanted to eat her daughter again. She sat Hannah in an armchair and hungrily fastened her mouth over the redhead’s pretty pussy.

Seeing all this action take place everywhere around me made me want to do something too. I grabbed Molly and Chelsea and we formed a daisy chain on the floor, licking each other. Our mother stood over us nude, watching and masturbating.

I was really turned on now, and so it didn’t take long — with my tongue on Chelsea’s sweet little girl pussy, and with Molly licking and fingering me, and knowing that my mom was playing with herself as she watched us — it didn’t take long at all until I was ready to come. This wasn’t really a big one, but still a very satisfying climax, of course, as they all are. I could hear Mommy coming too at the same time that I was.

Then I heard Kate’s voice. “Mom?”

“Uh… y-yes, honey?” my mother panted.

“Can I fuck you now? Is it okay?”

“Oh my god, yes, of course it’s okay! You want to fuck your mommy, little girl?”

And that was the penultimate act of the evening. In fact, it was two acts, side by side. My mom and Kelsey sat next to one another on the sofa, slumping down, legs spread apart, holding hands. Lauren assisted Hannah in strapping on the black dildo, and then the two girls — Kate and Hannah, an 11-year-old and a 13-year-old — eagerly fucked their mothers while the rest of us watched and played with ourselves.

As I said, that was the penultimate act. The finale, the big finish, took place maybe a half hour later. We rested up for a bit after the incendiary incestuous intercourse — and its screaming climaxes — sitting around and talking, gently caressing. After a while, my mom put forth a suggestion. Everyone agreed it sounded good.

Four girls, Chelsea, Molly, Lindsey, and Hannah, were asked to lie on the floor, and then their mothers, Dana, Suzanne, Lauren, and Kelsey, sat on their faces. This left me and Kate to watch and masturbate — which was perfectly fine with me. Not only do I love rubbing myself, but I especially love seeing moms have sex with their young daughters. There’s nothing better!

That was so incredibly hot. The women looked back and forth at one another, smiling and talking dirty, while also gazing down at the girls beneath them. From time to time they would glance up at Kate and me, who were standing in front of them, naked of course.

My sister and I not only masturbated, but talked to the moms, saying things like, “You gonna come in your daughter’s mouth? Huh? Come on your little girl’s face?” And while we were speaking, we also pulled our pussies wide open for them, exposing our pink vaginas.

Dana was the first to come, no surprise, but was followed fairly quickly by Kelsey, and then by Mommy. It took Lauren a little longer to reach orgasm, and none of the other mothers seemed to mind that at all. They continued rocking up and down on their daughter’s faces, holding their heads in their hands, fucking their mouths. Like most women, they were multi-orgasmic, so they enjoyed the exquisite pleasure of climaxing over and over again on top of their little girls, hot juices spilling over their pretty cheeks.

* * *

We were invited to spend the night, but chose not to. As my mother said, it probably was a good idea for Lauren and Kelsey to have some quiet, private time with their daughters after their first experience of having sex with each other. Instead, we got dressed and walked the two blocks back home, feeling refreshed and invigorated by the chilly December air.

It was late by then, almost 11:00, well past bedtime for Molly and Chelsea. But the little girls still weren’t really sleepy. Mommy consented to having all of us naked in her bed, at least for a short while, in sort of an impromptu slumber party.

We chatted and giggled about all the exciting things that had happened that evening, and pretty soon some of us began to masturbate. This led to one final round of sex, although it was somewhat subdued. We were tired, to be honest, and so our lovemaking was a bit less urgent than it sometimes could be, more gentle and affectionate. The orgasms, however, were just as great as always.

Continue on to Chapter 131

By Naughty Mommy

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On Wednesday morning that week, I awoke feeling a strong desire to confess. I really didn’t want to wait any longer — it was time to let Hannah know everything about our family. Over breakfast I talked again with my mom about it, and she agreed that I should go ahead.

Wednesdays, though, were one of those days when I took the bus to my advanced placement classes in the afternoon, so I didn’t see Hannah after school. Instead I got a ride home with Karen, as usual, and then she and I fooled around with my younger sisters and with Samantha for a while.

Karen left at about 5:30, and I started making dinner. We were having something pretty easy, just tricolor spiral pasta with marinara sauce and a green salad. Kate helped me in the kitchen while Molly and Chelsea set the table. Samantha had been picked up by her mom a few minutes earlier.

Dana arrived around 6:00 from her part-time job, our mother shortly after that, and then we sat down to eat. Halfway through our meal, the phone rang. Molly ran to answer it.

“Mommy, it’s for you!” she called from the family room.

“All right,” said Mommy, getting up from the table.

As Molly sat down again, she smiled at us. “It’s Hannah’s mom, with that funny way she talks.”

“It’s an English accent,” I told her. “Kind of cockney, I think.”

“What’s cockney?” Kate asked.

“I’m not really sure, I mean, I’m not exactly sure where the word comes from. But it means a certain way of talking. You hear it a lot in old movies and stuff. Kelsey’s accent isn’t that strong, but it’s sort of that way.”

Our mother returned a minute later, wearing an amused grin. “Well, kids, it’s looks like we’re going to have some fun. We’ve been invited to a party this Friday night at Lauren’s and Kelsey’s house.”

“A party?” said Dana.

“Uh-huh,” Mommy nodded. She took a sip of wine, then added, “But not just an ordinary party.”

“Oh, you mean that kind of a party?” Kate giggled.

My mom smiled, although I’m not sure she got the reference. It was an old joke between Kate and me and Danni. Mommy went on, “This is going to be a porn party.”

“What??” Dana exclaimed.

“That’s right,” said Mommy, “and in fact they wondered if you wouldn’t mind bringing some of your own movies for us to watch, the ones you made when you were young.”

“Wow,” Dana giggled. “Okay, sure, I’d be glad to. Sounds like fun.”

* * *

The following afternoon, Thursday, I sat down in my bedroom with Hannah, closing the door so we would have some privacy. We talked for a minute or two about the exciting party coming up the next night. This was a conversation she and I had been carrying on all day long, whenever we got the chance. But now I had something else I needed to say.

“So, um, I want to tell you about, I mean, about some stuff, okay?”

“Okay. What stuff?” asked Hannah.

“Well, it’s, it’s about my family. You already know about me and my sister Kate, that we, you know, that we have sex. But, um…” I swallowed hard. “It’s not just Kate.”

“What do you mean?”

“It’s, you know, it’s everybody. My whole family. Molly and Chelsea and Dana and my mom — all of us — we all have sex together.”

“You do?”

“Uh-huh.”

“Okay,” she shrugged. “I kinda thought that.”

“You did?”

“My mum thought so too. That’s why she decided to have that party, so she could see what you would do. If maybe you would tell us then. But you told me now.” The girl shrugged again.

“Wow. You don’t mind?”

“No, why should I mind?”

“Have you, I mean, have you and your mother ever…?” I began, unable to compete the question.

“Uh-uh. Not as yet. Well, ‘cept for kissing, and, you know, masturbating together. But nothing more.”

“But maybe,” I prompted, “tomorrow night?”

“Don’t know, possibly. Guess we’ll see.”

Hannah gave me a flirty smile, with those gorgeous big brown eyes twinkling — just about the cutest, sexiest 13-year-old girl there ever could be. I jumped on her and we made love. Luckily neither of us had any homework we hadn’t already completed earlier at school, so we simply enjoyed pleasuring one another for a couple of hours until it was time for her to go home.

* * *

Our mother left work a little early the next day. She sometimes would do that on Fridays when she wasn’t in the middle of a big case at the law firm. Anyway, she got home at about 5:00, and we all started getting ready for the party. It wasn’t supposed to be fancy or anything, but we wanted to look our best.

My mom took a shower, shaved her legs, and put on a sexy dress. It was one of my favorites, the low-cut green silk number with a halter top. That dress held great memories for me. I always got instantly wet when I saw my mother in it.

As for me, even though it was December and getting cold outside, I decided to wear the lovely yellow sundress my mom gave me the previous year as a surprise right after I turned 12. I’d grown a couple of inches in that time, of course, and so the pretty dress’s already short hem was even shorter now, showing a lot of leg. I also wore the Gucci shoes she’d bought to go with the dress, though I could barely squeeze into them now. They pinched my toes, but I figured I’d just take them off as soon as we got to Hannah’s house. Under the dress, I wore nothing else — no bra, no panties, no nylons.

Kate usually didn’t worry much about fashion or how she looked. On this special night, however, she made more of an effort. My sister was in a faded black denim miniskirt and a pair of cute ankle boots, also black. On top, Katie wore a red v-neck sweater with the sleeves pushed up to the elbow. I knew, because she’d told me, that underneath her outfit were the pink striped bra and panties she and I both loved.

I was startled when I saw what Dana was wearing. It was her blue and white polka dot stripper dress, little girl style, that she’d modeled for me not long after I started babysitting Chelsea. There was no doubt what Dana had in mind for that evening.

Molly and Chelsea both wore dresses too, and they were very short. If they bent over just the slightest bit, you could easily see their undies. Clearly, we were a family on the prowl for hot kinky sex.

After complimenting one another on our attire, we put on warm winter coats and headed out the door. We would walk to the party, since it was only two blocks away. But yipes, my feet hurt! I hoped I wouldn’t develop a blister before we got there.

Fortunately, I didn’t. As soon as we arrived at Lauren’s and Kelsey’s house and went inside, at a few minutes after 6:00, I stepped out of my too-small shoes. Well, first I removed my coat and let everyone say nice things about my pretty dress and my Gucci heels, then quickly took the shoes off.

I did something kind of fun after that. While the others were gushing over Dana’s darling little outfit — she was wearing the black patent Mary Janes and white anklets that went with the princess dress — I stepped close to Hannah and Kelsey, got their attention, and then flipped up the hem of my own short dress, letting them see my bare bottom.

“Ooh, precious,” smiled Kelsey, as Hannah giggled.

I leered at Kelsey, licking my lips, letting my gaze fall to her chest. She was in a stretchy white top, with short sleeves, and clearly wore no bra under it. Her large breasts sagged a bit, but the nipples were erect, poking sharply through the thin fabric of the top. You could even see their dark brown color. It made me want to yank the material down and start sucking her nipples. I was really turned on, ready for an orgy!

We still had to eat first, though — not pussy, I mean, but food.

After the coats were put away and all the compliments exhausted, we went to the kitchen. They’d prepared a buffet, with a couple of casseroles and several side dishes. We were given plates and each took some of whatever we wanted, then sat down in the living room to eat. They didn’t have a separate dining room or a large table, only the small one in the kitchen. That’s where they usually had their meals.

Anyhow, dinner was fine. Everything tasted good, although I didn’t pay much attention to it. My mind was racing ahead: What kind of porn would we watch? Would everyone start masturbating right away? Would we be naked or still have our clothes on?

Speaking of clothes, I also enjoyed taking a long look at Lauren while we were eating. She was a small woman, not as tiny as Dana, of course, but still petite, only about 5’1”. Unlike her cousin Kelsey, who was somewhat chubby, Lauren was quite slim. The abbreviated miniskirt she wore that night showed off her cute, shapely legs. Her blue satin blouse was unbuttoned at least halfway down, enough to detect — as I’d made sure to do earlier in the kitchen — that she wasn’t wearing a bra.

Lauren noticed me ogling her. She slowly uncrossed her legs and I made the pleasant discovery that the woman had no panties on either. I opened my legs too, letting her see my bare pussy. When my mom saw what we were doing, she uncrossed her legs as well, and guess what — no panties! That didn’t really surprise me much, since my mother often dressed that way when she went out, but it certainly was delightful to see.

Soon everyone had their legs spread. Although only three of us were panty-less, it was super nice looking around at all the undies on display, not to mention picturing the sweet yummy pussies behind those undies.

After we finished dinner and then took our plates and things to the kitchen, Lauren suggested we wait a little while before dessert. No one objected. I’d brought over a pan of brownies I’d baked that afternoon, and there was a chocolate layer cake sitting on the counter, tempting us, but I think we were all eager to see what might happen next.

Back in the living room, Kelsey picked up a satchel from the floor by the sofa and began taking DVDs out of it, placing them on the coffee table for us to examine. I had a sudden fear that they might want to watch something hetero (you know, with men in it, having sex with women), but luckily there was nothing like that.

Every title was lesbian — No Man’s Land, Where the Boys Aren’t, Mother Daughter Exchange Club, Red Hot Lesbians, All Girl Orgy, Seduced By Mommy — and all the photos on the covers showed women or girls touching and kissing each other. Yes!

Dana got her bag and added three more DVDs to the selection. These, of course, had the added bonus of including our very own Dana as a performer. Excellent!!

Now we settled in to the true purpose of the party. I’d wondered earlier if we were going to watch the movies with our clothes on or off, and that question was answered right away. As soon as we made the decision about which title to start with (one of Dana’s was chosen) and Lauren leaned over to load the DVD player, Kelsey whipped off her top, freeing her breasts. With a chuckle, she pushed down her skirt and panties and stepped out of them. Her shoes were already off, so now she was naked, just like that.

My mom quickly followed Kelsey’s lead, as did everyone else. By the time the movie got going, we were all nude, squished close together on the sofa or in one of the room’s two armchairs. With ten of us there, we had to pile in, sitting on top of each other. Not that those of us on the bottom really minded that, I mean, there’s nothing much better than having a naked pre-teen girl on your lap while watching lesbian porn. You should try it some time!

The only difficulty in being packed so tightly was trying to get your hand to your pussy so you could masturbate. But after some giggling and shifting around and plenty of playful touching, we all had our fingers where we wanted them — either playing with ourselves or caressing another girl or woman — or, most often, both at the same time.

Dana came first, which certainly wasn’t surprising. Her clit is like a hair trigger. When Dana is sexually aroused, as she frequently is, it takes no more than a few seconds of rubbing or kissing or licking until she starts to climax — and then her orgasms can last forever. It’s no wonder she was such a natural at making porn. I doubt she ever had to fake it.

Following Dana, my mom was next, then Kelsey, and after that I lost track. It seemed like everyone was coming at once. The movie’d been playing for maybe ten or fifteen minutes and already the room was filled with the sounds and smells of feminine orgasms.

We let the DVD run a while longer, until we’d finished watching three of Dana’s scenes. Along the way, Kate came two more times, as did our mother. Kelsey and Lauren each climaxed at least once more, and so did I. I’m not sure about the younger girls. They were obviously having fun rubbing themselves, but I couldn’t tell for sure how many times they came, if at all. Of course, I was sort of distracted by my own orgasms — which is a good excuse, right? Oh, and Dana just kept coming, again and again and again.

The next development was when Kelsey, who was at one end of the sofa with Hannah on her lap, reached down into her satchel and pulled out a vibrator. It was long and silver, missile-shaped. She held it up for us to see.

“Sweet,” I heard Kate say.

“Anyone care for a go?” Kelsey asked the group. “We have mounds of ‘em, toys, I mean, any sort you fancy.”

“I’ll take one,” Kate immediately volunteered.

After replacing the vibrator in the satchel, Kelsey handed it to my sister. “Have whichever you want, love, and then just send it round,” she smiled.

Kate looked through her choices for a moment, then took out the silver vibrator. “Sweet,” she said again, before passing the bag to Dana.

It went around the room, and while everyone took a good look, not all of us decided to try a toy. Dana selected a cordless vibrating wand, and Lindsey chose one like that as well. Hannah pulled on a pink massaging glove, licking her lips in anticipation. I had the feeling she’d used it before. Chelsea found a pink glove just like Hannah’s and Dana helped her put it on.

My mother declined, and so Molly, and so did I. When the satchel got back to Kelsey, she took out a huge purple cock. “Don’t fancy men much now,” the brunette murmured, “but do so love being filled.” She put the ugly thing in her mouth first, coating it with her saliva, then slowly pushed it into her vagina, groaning heavily.

Lauren, meanwhile, ended up with a rabbit vibrator — it had this part that also massaged her clit — shoved deep inside her cunt along with a butt plug in her anus. She waited for everyone else to get ready before switching the vibrator on, but I could tell by the glazed look in her eyes that the woman was almost ready to come just from thinking about it.

We started up another movie, the one called Seduced By Mommy — and yes, just as you might hope, the premise actually was about moms having lesbian sex with their daughters. Of course, the acting wasn’t very good and I knew the performers weren’t really related, but still it was pretty hot to see.

What was even hotter to see, however, was all the women and girls right there with me having orgasms. We’d spread out a bit to use the toys, with some of younger kids sitting on the floor. And again, it didn’t take long at all for people to start coming. I don’t who was first or second or whatever, it really was impossible to tell. Just a lot of panting and groaning and screaming, along with some gushing from Kelsey. That giant dildo made her squirt like crazy!

By the time the second movie was halfway over, it seemed like the group was ready for a break. We’d had who knows how many orgasms, our hands were all wet and sticky, and several of us had been splattered by Kelsey’s squirts. Not that anyone was complaining, of course — it was totally fun. In addition to climaxing, we were also talking and laughing a lot. A great party.

“Is anyone getting thirsty?” Lauren asked as she slowly drew the rabbit vibrator out of her vagina. “Or hungry for a treat?”

“I am,” said Kate.

“Me too,” said Hannah. “I want one of Julie’s brownies.”

So, we got up and went to the kitchen, everyone still nude, of course. With the exception of Lauren, who’d been wearing a butt plug, no one else bothered to wash their hands. We just licked them clean.

I cut the brownies into squares while Kelsey served chocolate cake to those who wanted it. My mom opened a bottle of expensive brandy that she’d brought along as a hostess gift and poured some for the adults. The kids had Cokes.

As Lauren nibbled on a brownie, she said to Dana, “That movie was really amazing, the one you were in. But you looked so young! How old were you then? — if you don’t mind my asking.”

“No, I don’t mind,” Dana smiled. “You can ask me anything. I’d just turned 17 when I made my first one.”

“Really, 17?” said Lauren. “I would have guessed a lot younger.”

Dana chuckled, “I know, people always say that. They said it then too. But it’s true, that’s how old I was. I just looked younger.”

“You sure did,” Lauren said, shaking her head. Then she asked, “So how old were the other girls, the ones in the movie with you?”

“Most were older, like 18 or 19. But one of them, I remember, was only 16. She looked older than me, though.”

“Which one was she?”

“With a tattoo, the brunette with the tattoo on her butt cheek. Remember her?”

“Uh-huh, yeah,” Lauren nodded.

My mother smiled at Lauren. “So, do you like the idea that Dana looked so young? That she seemed like she might be only 12 or 13 then? Does that turn you on?”

“Well, yes, although I have to say it’s Kelsey who really loves that. Sometimes when we, um, I mean, sometimes we’ll talk about our favorite fantasies, and then, you know…”

Kelsey was standing by the counter, leaning against it, holding a small plate with a slice of cake. She’d just taken a big bite.

“Which do you like most,” Mommy grinned at her, “chocolate or very young girls?”

The brunette chuckled, finished chewing and swallowing, then said, “Must one choose? Can’t I have both?”

Mommy laughed and kissed the woman on the cheek. “Sure you can. Have your cake and eat your little girls too!”

We all laughed at that, then ate and drank and chatted for a while. But after a few more minutes, when the treats were just about finished, my mom surprised me. She said to Lauren, “You know, of course, there’s a big difference between 12 and 17. Or, even more, between 7 and 17.”

“What do you mean?”

“Well, I mean, if you take a good close look, it’s easy to tell the difference between a woman’s pussy — or an older teenager’s — and a young girl’s pussy, right? Especially a prepubescent girl, like Chelsea here, for example.”

Mommy placed her hand on Chelsea’s shoulder. The tiny blonde was seated in a kitchen chair which had been pushed away a bit from the table. Her plate of chocolate cake was scraped clean, though there were smears of frosting around her mouth. She sat with her legs apart, swinging her feet, which didn’t reach the floor, smiling happily.

“Um…” Lauren didn’t seem too know how to respond.

“You understand what I’m saying? About the differences?” my mother pressed. “Obviously, you’ve seen the changes on yourself. Or you would have, if you looked carefully at your body as you were growing. Some girls do that, of course, and some girls don’t.”

“Uh, yeah,” Lauren mumbled.

“Let’s do this,” Mommy said. “Let’s take a very good look and compare the differences. Come on, it’ll be fun.”

Taking Chelsea by the hand, she led her back into the living room. Everyone else followed.

“You sit here on the sofa, on the back of it,” our mother told Chelsea. “Molly, you sit next to her, then Kate, then Julie, okay?”

Mommy positioned us side by side on the back of the sofa, with our feet on the cushions. She and Lauren and Kelsey knelt in front of us, squeezing in close together so they could get an intimate look at the genitals of a 7-year-old, a 9-year-old, an 11-year-old, and a 13-year-old.

They studied us one by one. In turn, my sisters and I opened our legs wide, allowing the women to examine us. Sometimes they would move back and forth from one to the other, discussing the differences and similarities, while also occasionally looking down at their own pussies. My mom used her fingers to spread our labia so they could peer in at our vaginas, and she pulled back the skin to reveal our clits. They didn’t do much more than that at this point — there wasn’t any kissing or overt fondling, but still I found myself becoming extremely aroused.

When Mommy came to me and separated my labia with her fingers, Kelsey breathed, “Cor, look at that, how juicy she is….”

“Nice,” sighed Lauren.

The others, Dana, Lindsey, and Hannah, were behind the three moms, standing up but leaning in to see as much as they could. I trembled with excitement. It was amazing to sit there naked like that with my legs spread, totally exposed, letting these women and girls look at my wet cunt.

Now my mother slid a finger up inside me, not very far, just a short way. I groaned. It felt so good. She drew the finger out, then brought it to her lips, sucking on it. “Mmm, tasty,” she smiled.

“Holy Jesus,” said Kelsey. “Didja really just do that?”

“Sure, I did,” Mommy grinned. “Would you like a taste?”

But then, before Kelsey could respond, my mom said, “I know, tell you what — um, Kate and Molly, you kids get down for a minute, all right? And Hannah, you sit up here beside Julie. Lindsey, can you get in between Hannah and Chelsea? That’s right, there you go.”

With the new girls in place, Mommy then positioned Dana in front of Chelsea, Lauren in front of Lindsey, Kelsey facing Hannah, and herself in front of me. Four moms kneeling on the sofa, gazing at the pussies of their four young daughters.

Continue on to Chapter 130

By Naughty Mommy

Standing naked in the dark, my hands running all over the 7-year-old’s body, kissing her, shoving my tongue into her mouth, rubbing her little clit with moistened fingers…

I could’ve gone for hours and hours like that, fondling and kissing the sexy young Samantha, but we both understood we couldn’t keep it up too long, not just then anyway. After a minute or so of arousing erotic play, we managed to restrain ourselves. I broke the kiss and whispered to Molly, who was next to me, our arms still linked, “I’ve got Samantha.”

“Okay,” my sister replied, in a loud whisper, “I have Abbie too. So, um, we only need Whitney now.”

“All right,” I said, “let’s keep looking.”

I got to kiss just one more girl — but when I did, I got another hickey! This one was from my sister Kate. Except she didn’t do it on my neck. Instead, she eagerly sucked the skin of my breast, just above my left nipple.

Jesus, I was getting so turned on! My pussy was on fire, my nipples throbbing. I was trembling with excitement — and while Kate was sucking my breast, passionately bruising me, I had a finger shoved deep inside her cunt, fucking her. She was just as wet as I was. In fact, the smell of pussy was very strong in the room. Lots of girls had their juices flowing.

Suddenly Molly grabbed my arm. Not bothering to whisper this time, she said, “We found Whitney! Come on!”

I opened my eyes. It was dark, and I couldn’t see much, but there was no mistaking Molly’s pretty face, beaming at me. “Come on, let’s go!” She tugged my arm.

“It’s okay,” said Kate, “if you have all five, you can go out.”

And so we did. But when we reached the door, we found another team there, running out into the hall just ahead of us. Other girls were crowding close behind us too. It appeared that all four teams had been united at nearly the same time.

We raced downstairs. Well, not too fast, because it was kind of risky in the dark. But we hurried as fast as we would, laughing and jostling, the little ones squealing with glee.

Finding the evil scientists wasn’t too difficult. They weren’t trying very hard to hide. But finding the bottles containing the secret formula — that was more of a challenge.

My team first caught up with Megan. We found her crouching behind an armchair, and as she got up to run away, we seized the tall redhead, pulling her to the floor. Now she had the hands of five eager young girls all over her, grabbing, groping, searching. Where was that bottle?

Buttons popped off her blouse, clattering away. Underneath she wore a thin cotton tank top. Our fingers probed. I heard the sound of ripping fabric. Megan screamed and laughed in delight. Then I felt warm skin, and a brassiere. I pulled at the bra, but it wouldn’t come loose, it wouldn’t tear. So instead I reached my hands inside the cups. I found breasts, hard nipples, but no secret formula.

Other members of my team were working down lower. Megan was wearing cargo shorts, with numerous pockets. They all had to be searched, or at least felt from the outside. Nothing was found. Then the shorts started to come off. Girls opened them, yanking them down to her knees.

“There it is!” Samantha cried. “In her undies!”

Sure enough, that’s where the small plastic bottle was, wedged between the woman’s legs, inside her underwear. I grabbed at the panties, tugging them down. Someone else helped me, though in the frenzy I’m not sure who it was.

Megan tried to keep her thighs squeezed tightly together, holding the bottle, but with so many girls pulling all at once it was impossible for her to resist.

“I got it!” shouted Molly, holding the bottle aloft. “Come on!”

“Come on!” shrieked Whitney, even louder. She’d seemed shy and quiet earlier, but not any more.

But where should we go next? We stood up, looking around. Then we noticed Paula, lying on the floor behind the sofa. Girls were all over her, their hands going everywhere, trying to find the secret formula. It was the green team. I saw Riley grab her mother’s breasts, pawing her. Paula’s sweater was pulled up, along with a t-shirt underneath it, and she wasn’t wearing a bra. There was no sign of a bottle there, but Riley seemed intent on searching thoroughly, running her hands all around the woman’s chest and sides.

“I think I found it!” cried Hannah. She was reaching under Paula, who was on her back. But before we could see if they’d actually located the secret formula, we heard a scream, “No!”

It was Molly. Megan had snuck up from behind, snatching the bottle away from her. “No!” Molly yelled again.

Now we had to chase Megan around the room, except we didn’t catch her. Not initially, anyway. Another group, the gold team, tackled her first, and then we jumped on top of the pile. With Alexa sitting on the redhead’s face, smothering her (which I’m sure Megan didn’t mind at all), Kate tugged at her fingers, soon wrenching the bottle free.

And so it went on. Twenty screaming naked girls pursuing four half-dressed women, gradually tearing off more and more of their clothes — and with the plastic bottles containing the secret formula continually changing hands, again and again. One team never seemed to keep hold of any of the prizes for long.

After a while, however, the superior strength and agility of the gold team — and of Kate and Alexa in particular — began to win out. They’d gained possession of two of the bottles, and then three. Now they would need only one more.

But then something funny happened. I’d noticed that the red team, which was overall the youngest, and which included three novices, newcomers to the game, definitely was having the least success. They almost never seemed to get their hands on a bottle, not even for a second or two. It wasn’t for lack of trying. They certainly had enough energy, and were making as much noise as anyone else, if not more. But they rarely had anything to show for all their effort.

Then the tables turned. The gold team, with three bottles in their grasp — one held by Alexa, one by Kate, and one by Lindsey — was chasing after Dana, trying to secure the final component of the formula, and of their victory. By then, Dana was completely nude. My mom was too. Paula still had her sweater on, along with a t-shirt, but nothing below the waist except a pair of socks. Megan wore only her bra.

The gold team pursued Dana, who could run really fast, while the rest of us ran after them. Around and around we went, from the family room into the dining room, into the kitchen, and then back into the family room, yelling and laughing the whole way.

Suddenly Kate, the nearest pursuer to Dana, tripped over something, and Alexa, close behind, tripped over her. Did Kate fall down on purpose? Was it deliberate? I wasn’t sure. But the result was that the other teams following along all ended up tripping over them too and going down in a big heap. All except the red team, that is, which as usual was bringing up the rear — and which in this case managed to avoid the pileup.

Three bottles bounced free, the ones the gold team recently had possessed. Sarah pounced on one bottle, Emily on another, and Bridget on a third. Then Peyton and Chelsea pounced on Dana. She was sitting on the floor, laughing, overcome with hilarity, and was thus unable to put up much of a struggle (or so it seemed), allowing the little girls to fairly easily take the bottle away from her.

I was somewhere in the middle of the jumble of girls, and could hardly move, but I was able to see that the other three moms made only a token effort to stop the red team. The women shouted and feigned grabs, but then watched happily as the five kids, led by Sarah, pounded up the stairs.

The rest of us, meanwhile, untangled ourselves and got up as fast as we could to resume the chase, but by then it was too late. We raced upstairs and ran down the hall to Mommy’s room, only to find five cute girls sitting on the bed, beaming at us. Someone had switched on the light, and there they were: Bridget, Emily, Sarah, Peyton, and Chelsea, all nude, all smiles, all sweaty and happy.

My mother began to cheer, “Red team wins! Hurray for the red team!” Everyone joined the applause, congratulating the girls on their victory.

After gabbing with one another for a few minutes, exchanging opinions on how the game had gone, we headed downstairs again to the family room. By then it was close to 10:00 o’clock, but no one seemed a bit sleepy, not even the littlest kids. We were having too much fun!

Mommy and Dana went to the kitchen, telling us they would bring refreshments for us. We all plopped down wherever we were — on the sofa, the chairs, the floor, or on each other — still laughing and happy and chattering away. Meanwhile, Paula and Megan both took off the remaining clothing they had on, so everyone was nude, twenty girls and four moms. Then Megan put on a CD, One of the Boys by Katy Perry.

Dana came out carrying a tray that held a couple dozen paper cups filled with cold lemonade. She set it on the coffee table and we started grabbing the drinks, gulping them down. We were thirsty! Dana went back to the kitchen, returning with a tall pitcher of lemonade and refilling our cups as needed.

My mom brought out five big gift boxes of chocolates, all different kinds. Awesome! She opened the boxes and handed them out, telling us to pass them around, then poured snifters of brandy for the women. While the kids dug into the candy, the mothers toasted each other. After clinking glasses, Paula tipped hers back, draining it in one long swallow. She asked for another and received it. The other women drank more slowly, Megan hardly at all.

When the song “I Kissed a Girl” came on, a few of the kids jumped up and started dancing to it, singing along. Pretty soon everyone else had joined in, including the moms. We sang and danced and laughed, and some of us kissed at the appropriate points.

As the song came to an end, Megan pushed a button to make it play a second time. We were even louder on this next go ‘round, singing at the top of our lungs — and this time all the girls and women kissed a girl. It was so much fun.

After that, most of us sat down again, but some of the girls kept on dancing: Kate and Sarah and Ashley and a couple of others. Dana danced with them too for a while. She was really good, super sexy. We all liked watching her.

The rest of us took it easy, sampling the candy, listening to the music, talking. It was pretty amazing just to sit and look around the room, seeing all those lovely naked bodies, such a wide range of ages, the various stages of development. What a great night that was.

Finally, at about 10:30, Mommy said, “All right, I think we should try to get this place arranged now for the big sleepover. We’ll have to move some of the furniture around to make enough room for all of you.”

So, we got up and went to work. We pushed the sofa and chairs and end tables away from the middle of the room, creating a large open space. Then we got out a bunch of blankets, sheets, comforters, and pillows, even dragging some down from our bedrooms upstairs, and laid them on the floor. When we finished, we had a rough series of sleeping spots set up close together in two rows of ten.

The CD was over by that time. The lemonade pitcher was empty, and the chocolates mostly gone. After turning off all the lamps except one, my mom began kissing each of us, saying goodnight. I wondered then if Paula might get dressed and go home. As far as I knew, she hadn’t said anything about staying over, but apparently she’d made that decision — because she kissed each of the girls too and said goodnight, as did Dana and Megan, and then all four women went up to Mommy’s room.

Next we had to figure out who would sleep where. That took some discussion and negotiation, but eventually everyone seemed satisfied with the arrangement and we settled in. I don’t remember where all the kids were, what order we were in (I didn’t write it down), but I was near the end of one of the rows, with Hannah next to me on my left. Alexa was on my other side, at the very end of our row. We were head to head with the other girls.

Nothing too extreme happened after that. We chatted for a while with the light still on about the Undercover Spy game and about the Nipple Test that had preceded it. Our excited conversations overlapped and included plenty of laughter. Someone soon suggested we play Truth or Dare, which we did, but even though we were all still nude, none of the dares accepted or secrets revealed were much more than you might expect from any typical group of young teen and pre-teen girls.

Eventually the lamp was turned off. There followed some kissing in the dark, although again nothing that wouldn’t take place at just about every sleepover. Within twenty or thirty minutes, it became quiet. I was almost sure everyone was asleep by that time. But then I heard a voice, a faint whisper, almost inaudible.

“Julie? You awake?” It was Alexa.

I was lying on my back with my eyes closed, making mental notes about the entry I would want to make in my journal the next day. Turning my head, I looked at the pretty blonde. There was enough light that I easily could see her face. It still amazed me that she was there at all — a junior in high school, a 16-year-old, goofing around with all us younger kids and apparently enjoying it a lot.

“Uh-huh,” I whispered back, smiling at her.

“Hi,” she grinned, her eyes, shining. “I had fun. I’m really glad I came.”

“Me too.”

“But, um, Julie?”

“Yeah?”

“Can I tell you something?”

“Sure, of course.”

“Well, this is kind of like a secret, a big secret, something I wouldn’t even tell in Truth or Dare, you know?”

“Okay.”

“See, it’s… I mean, well, I’m a cheerleader, you know, and kind of popular at school and everything, if that doesn’t sound too much like bragging. But the thing is, everybody thinks I’m just a normal sort of girly-girl, that I like boys and all that, but, I mean… actually, I like girls more, a lot more.”

“You do?”

“Uh-huh.”

“Have you told anybody else?” I asked. “Or, like, ever done anything about it?”

“Well, I do have one friend nobody knows about. She and I — but, I mean, you can’t tell anyone about this, okay? — I’ll tell you, though, ‘cuz I like you, but you can’t tell anyone else.”

“All right, I won’t, I promise.”

“So, my friend is like me. We both like girls, not boys, but we can’t let anybody know, because they’d be so mean. But anyway, we, um, we’ve done stuff. You know, kissing, and more than that too.”

“Okay.”

“Have you, I mean, have you ever done stuff like that with a girl?” she asked.

“Uh-huh, lotsa times.”

“I thought so. I could kinda tell. I hope you don’t mind if I say that.”

“No, I don’t mind.”

“So, um, do you like boys too, or only girls?”

“Only girls, definitely.”

“Me too,” she giggled.

Neither of us said anything more for several seconds. Alexa was lying on her side, head resting on her hands. The teen gazed at me, looking into my eyes, then down at my lips. She licked her own lips. Finally, she whispered, “Okay, well, g’night.”

“G’night. But —” I began, before stopping.

“What is it?”

“Is it all right if I … give you a goodnight kiss?”

“Sure,” she grinned, wagging her eyebrows.

I moved closer to her. We were under the same set of sheets and blankets, so it was simply a matter of raising them and sliding over a bit.

“G’night, Alexa,” I breathed, bringing my mouth to hers.

We kissed twice, once with our lips together, and then a second time with our mouths open, our tongues connecting, teasing, exploring. As we were kissing that way, I reached my hand to her breast, finding the nipple, gently squeezing it.

When my finger touched her nipple, Alexa gave a sharp intake of breath. Her whole body shuddered. “Julie,” she whispered, before kissing me again, even more deeply. She placed a hand on my cheek, then slid it down to my shoulder, but didn’t go any lower.

As we ended our third kiss, the blonde sighed, her forehead against mine. “God, I, I wanna do more, but I mean, not now. Maybe, um, maybe, you know, some other time… soon, I hope.”

“Okay, I hope so too.” My hand was still on her breast. I rolled the nipple between my thumb and forefinger, feeling the girl tremble again.

“So, um, g’night, I guess,” she said.

“Goodnight, sweet dreams.”

“Yeah,” Alexa giggled, “I think they will be.”

After one more soft kiss, with no tongues, she turned away, onto her side. I lay on my back again, just thinking about everything, all the stuff I wanted to write in my journal, until finally I fell asleep.

* * *

Hickeys. How would the kids explain those to their parents?

When we’d finished the Undercover Spy game, we discovered that more than half the girls were sporting hickeys on their necks. Everyone on the gold team (Alexa, Kate, Alyssa, Lindsey, and Sadie) had a big one — it was how they did their secret kiss, and they’d practiced by planting them on each other. Later, in the dark in Molly’s bedroom, they’d given hickeys to another seven girls, including me. That brought the total to an even dozen.

By the time morning came, six more kids showed love bites, presumably acquired during our kissing session before going to sleep. This left only two little girls, Peyton and Erika, with unblemished necks.

As we all got up and started going around comparing our marks, it was somehow decided we should make it completely universal: this would be the official sign proving you’d attended our party and played the game. Erika and Peyton quickly agreed, asking to receive their own hickeys. Other girls whose marks were considered too faint wanted theirs improved.

So, when the four moms clad in robes came downstairs at about 8:30, they were greeted by quite a sight — twenty naked girls sitting on the floor of the family room, with a good portion of them hungrily sucking at another girl’s neck. The women stood and watched us for a moment, chuckling and shaking their heads, then went in to prepare breakfast.

At around 10:00, as planned, cars began to arrive, picking up the kids. Some girls who lived close by left to walk home. I couldn’t help wondering if there would be repercussions about the hickeys, how in the world they might be explained away, especially by the younger ones. But nothing ever came of it. We never heard a word of complaint.

And as time went by, with the fame of the Undercover Spy game spreading through the school and around our neighborhood and even beyond, it became almost impossible to find a girl of between, say, 7 and 17 years old who didn’t have a hickey or hadn’t been given one at some point by another girl. In fact, when you’re out sometime, take a good look around you at girls that age. If you see one with a nice love bite on her neck, chances are she’s played Undercover Spy.

Continue on to Chapter 129

By Naughty Mommy

While Megan tied a black cloth securely over my mother’s eyes, blindfolding her, Paula and Dana selected five naked girls for Mommy to identify if she could — using touch only, in the Nipple Test. Chosen this time and arranged in a line were Molly, Bridget, Ashley, Sarah, and me.

But then, just as Megan began to spin my mom around, Dana said, “Wait, let’s make it harder.”

She went back and drew out five more girls, adding Hannah, Kate, Samantha, Alexa, and Riley to the group, interspersing them with us. Then Megan led my mother to the first one in line, who was Hannah, and placed her hands on the 13-year-old’s small breasts.

“Can you tell who that is?” Megan asked.

Without saying anything, my mom started to fondle Hannah, obviously relishing the opportunity to play with her lovely little boobs — especially in front of all these other girls! She pulled and pinched and gently twisted the erect pink nipples, causing Hannah to shiver with arousal.

“Uh-huh,” Mommy nodded, smiling. “This is Hannah, definitely.”

“Okay, um, let’s go on to the next one,” said Megan.

Second in line was Molly, and it took our mother only a moment to state the fact. “Oh, of course. I’d know these cute little boobies anywhere. It’s my beautiful daughter Molly.”

Mommy didn’t move on right away, though. Instead she spent several more seconds tweaking and caressing my little sister’s puffy nipples. Megan almost had to drag her away. But finally they stepped over to the third girl, Bridget.

It took a bit longer this time. My mom had to feel Bridget’s buds for maybe half a minute, gently stroking, lightly pinching, until at last she nodded and said, “It’s Bridget, I’m pretty sure.”

Wow, that was amazing. Three for three! We didn’t really know Bridget very well. She’d only been over to the house a couple of times, but somehow Mommy could identify her just by touching her nipples.

Kate was next. This one was easy, of course. My mother had caressed and kissed and licked her little tits — and mine and Molly’s too — many, many times. She knew our bodies intimately, so it wasn’t much of a challenge. But I think Dana wanted to have Katie in the line with us mainly just so the other girls could see a mom playing with her daughter’s nipples. And so they could see how much they both enjoyed it.

After Kate was Samantha. Again, it seemed pretty easy, almost trivial, for Mommy to identify her. “Ah, yes,” she smiled, “the darling little Samantha. So precious.”

The 7-year-old had no breasts at all, obviously, nothing but flat pink nipples. But that didn’t mean they weren’t sensitive, or that she didn’t enjoy having them fondled and licked. She did, as every member of our family knew from experience. Mommy tickled Samantha’s nipples a few seconds longer, then moved to the next in line. Me!

By this time my boobs were aching to be touched, my nipples stiff and throbbing. As soon as my mom placed her hands over them, fingers lightly caressing, my tummy fluttered and I felt a jolt in my crotch. I gasped, trembling all over, trying my best not to cry out.

Even though it was perfectly obvious — to me and I’m sure to everyone else in the room — that Mommy knew who I was, she didn’t say anything for several seconds. She continued teasing me, tweaking my nipples, pulling, twisting, pinching. I thought I would go insane with lust. Shutting my eyes, I squeezed my legs together, stimulating my clit.

Finally, my mother whispered, “Julie,” adding even more softly, “my love.”

As if what she was doing to me with her fingers wasn’t enough, hearing her say those words almost put me over the top. I didn’t actually have an orgasm, but felt a strong surge in my center, a flow of heat — and I realized I was getting very wet, possibly enough to leak out so that everyone would see. But it didn’t matter. I was in love with my mom, in lust with her, and right then I didn’t care who found out.

Opening my eyes, I saw a lascivious smile on my mother’s blindfolded face. She took a deep breath, inhaling through her nose, and purred, “Mmmm, nice.”

I could smell it too. The scent of my arousal, of my pussy, was very strong. I wondered how many of the girls around me would detect the smell and would know what it was.

After giving my nipples one last hard squeeze, my mom let her hands fall away and stepped to the next girl, Alexa.

I turned my head to look at the blonde. Her pretty blue eyes were wide open, cheeks flushed. I could see beads of sweat on her upper lip. Despite her nervousness, however, she stood with shoulders back and chest out, pert boobs on offer. I admired her for that — not to mention for her sexy body!

Mommy took her time again, as she’d done with the previous girls. She toyed with Alexa for at least a minute or so, placing her hands over the teen’s breasts, repeatedly drawing her fingers toward the tips, lightly pinching and pulling the erect nipples. There was absolutely no question that my mother knew right away who this was. But she delayed stating the name so she could extend the pleasure of fondling the girl, having a good excuse for it.

I heard Alexa moan. She was shivering with arousal. Finally my mom said, “Well, hmm, I just don’t know, it’s really hard to tell… I wish I could use more than just my fingers… am I allowed to use my lips and my tongue?”

“No,” Megan laughed with delight, “only your fingers!”

The others laughed too. Alexa giggled, but she also nodded her head as if encouraging my mother — who, of course, couldn’t see that with a blindfold on.

“All right,” Mommy said, “I admit, I knew all along. It’s Alexa.”

“Okay, well, when you’re done, we’ll tell you if you’re right,” said Megan. “Let’s go to the next one.”

Standing beside Alexa was Riley, her little sister. I knew the delicious feel of Riley’s buds, having played with her in the dark while she and I watched our mothers make out. But I wasn’t sure if my mom would be able to identify her.

She certainly was. It was amazing. After putting her hands on the girl’s chest and rubbing them around for only a few seconds, fondling the nipples, she nodded, “Yep. I think this is Riley.”

Wow, a perfect score so far, and only two more girls to go!

Ashley was next. The 10-year-old was tall for her age and already sported a nice little pair of boobs. It seemed to me that if you didn’t know, you might mistakenly think she was older, perhaps 12 or even 13. Would Mommy guess right this time?

The answer was yes. It did seem to be more of an effort, though, and this time she wasn’t faking. My mom had to really try hard to figure out who she was touching. It took maybe half a minute, but then she said, “Well, I’m not quite sure, except… I think this must be Ashley.”

The crowd issued a collective sigh of admiration for my mother’s remarkable skills at detection. She would make a great undercover spy in real life!

Last in line was Sarah, Kate’s friend and basketball teammate. The brown-eyed brunette was tall and very thin, still with a basically flat chest, although her nipples were prominent. She also had more visible pubic hair than any of the other girls, a little bush of dark curls, but that feature wouldn’t be used in this identification.

“Umm,” Mommy mused as she caressed the tween, rolling her stiff nipples between thumb and forefinger, “again, I’m not exactly certain, but… my guess is, it’s Sarah.”

Megan whipped the cloth away from my mother’s eyes, shouting, “You win! Ten out of ten!”

As everyone clapped and cheered, Megan asked, “What prize do you want?”

My mom shook her head, smiling, “No, no, I don’t need a prize. Just being able to do what I did with all these lovely girls, that was reward enough.”

We all bunched around anyway, congratulating her, offering compliments, asking what her secret was. It was rare, but I saw my mother blush that night hearing all the praise. I loved her for it.

Then it was time for the actual nipple test, the competition between the girls. That was a lot of fun, although to be honest, I think it was more erotic when we had the moms touching us instead of just each other. But all the kids seemed to enjoy it.

We went in order of age, from oldest to youngest. One by one, starting with Alexa, we were blindfolded and had to try to name five random girls whose chests we touched. I was kind of embarrassed, because I only guessed one right after Alexa got four and Hannah got three. Oh well.

Although by the end none of us had a perfect score, three other girls — Kate, Ashley, and Emily — had been correct on four out of five. That meant, however, that we had four winners but only three prizes.

“It’s all right,” said Alexa, shrugging her shoulders, “I don’t really need anything. Just give the stuff to the younger kids.”

“Wait, I know!” said Dana. Without explanation, she took off, bounding upstairs. Evidently she had an additional prize in mind.

“Well, uh, let’s start with the youngest,” said my mom. “Emily, you can choose whichever prize you’d like.” She gestured to the cabinet where two Barbie dolls, the Water Lilies DVD, and the lacy lingerie were on display.

After looking the things over for a few seconds, Emily asked for the kissing Barbies, which she was awarded to loud applause.

“Ashley, which of the two remaining things would you like?” Mommy asked.

“Um,” said the brunette, a finger at her lips. Then, pointing at the movie, she turned to Kate, “Do you already have this?”

“No,” Kate shook her head.

“I do, though,” our mother smiled. “I just haven’t shown it to her yet. Go ahead and take that, Ashley, sweetheart, if it’s what you want.”

“Okay,” said the girl. “Yeah, that’s what I want. Um, please.”

Mommy handed it to her, saying, “Congratulations,” and kissing her cheek as everyone clapped. Ashley examined the DVD cover, turning it over, looking closely at the suggestive photos. Other girls crowded around to see.

Just then Dana came back down from upstairs. She was carrying another DVD, in a lurid hot pink case. I recognized it as one of the lesbian porno movies she had starred in when she was only 17.

Taking Alexa aside, Dana gave the disk to her. I overheard her say, “I wanted you to have this. You might not want to show it to the younger kids, but this can be your prize, okay?”

“Oh my god,” gasped Alexa. “Is this — is it really — ??”

“Uh-huh, it’s me,” Dana nodded, flashing her 500-watt smile.

“Omigod, omigod,” the teenager gushed, “thank you!!”

“You’re welcome.” They hugged, and kissed on the lips.

“Katie, that means you get the undies and bralette. What do you think?” our mother asked, holding up the flimsy garments.

“Oh, man, sweet!” said my sister. “That’s totally awesome!” Several of the older girls gathered around her, admiring and fingering the delicate, sensuous underthings.

After a minute or so, Megan asked, in a loud voice, “Is it time now for Undercover Spy?”

“Yeah,” Kate nodded, grinning, “but, um, I need to tell everybody about the rules first, about the changes and stuff.”

More than half of the kids who were there, in fact, had never played the game before so they’d have to have everything explained. And as for the rest of us, there were a few changes from what we were used to.

Kate began with the usual description of evil scientists perfecting a secret formula that would give them great power, allowing them to dominate everyone and conquer the world. We, the girls, were teams of undercover spies trying to prevent this disaster.

“Sometimes when we play, we only have have one evil scientist, and sometimes two,” she continued, “but tonight, we’re gonna have four.”

Stepping over to a cabinet, she opened the bottom door and reached inside, taking out four plastic bottles. These were different from the ones we’d used before. They were smaller, about four or five inches tall, and brightly colored.

After explaining that each bottle contained a vital component of the secret formula, Kate said the moms would play the evil scientists this time, but that they wouldn’t start out naked, the way we all were. They would begin the game with their clothes on — and they would be allowed to hide the bottles inside their clothing. So, in order to find the secret formula and take it away from them, we’d have to strip the women, tearing off all their clothes. Nice!

This was the reason, of course, that my mom and the others were dressed sort of frumpy that night, in layers. They were wearing older clothes, things they wouldn’t mind having ripped to shreds. Plus they had lots of pockets, good places to conceal the small bottles.

“For a team to win,” Kate said, “they have to get all four bottles, the four parts of the secret formula — they have ‘em all at the same time, and then they have to get to my mom’s bedroom, upstairs at the end of the hall, okay? That’s the goal, to get to my mom’s bed with all four bottles. The team that does that wins.”

Everyone seemed to understand the basic rules. It was time to play.

First we went around turning off all the lights downstairs, including the ones outside. Then, while the women stayed behind preparing to hide, Kate led the kids up to the second floor. Instead of going to Mommy’s room, however, where we usually began, she took us to Molly’s. That’s because although my mother’s walk-in closet was big, it definitely wasn’t large enough to hold all of us. So, we’d decided to start this time in Molly’s bedroom, which was the smallest.

Amid plenty of giggling, we clustered in together. Putting twenty naked girls inside a small room — one already packed with furniture and dolls and toys and a giant dollhouse — meant we were pretty much shoulder to shoulder (not to mention other delightful body parts).

Kate closed the door behind us. She stood by the light switch. All the lights in the house had been turned off, except the overhead one in Molly’s bedroom.

“Okay, now, in a minute I’m gonna turn off the light,” said Kate, “and when I do, we’re gonna do two things. First, you have to close your eyes and then spin around in a circle while I count to ten. I’ll spin too. It’s to make ourselves dizzy, so we sorta won’t know where we are. Then, after that, before you can leave the room and start looking for the evil scientists, you have to find the other members of your team. And to do that, you’ll have to use the secret kiss, the one you guys invented, right?”

That brought excited murmurs. I had no idea at that point what the other secret kisses were, but if they were anything like my team’s, it could be very interesting!

Kate continued, “While you’re doing the kissing, keep your eyes closed, okay? Try out your secret kiss on whoever’s next to you, but if they don’t do the same thing, go to the next girl. When you find someone on your team, keep your eyes closed but make sure you hold onto her and then look for the others. After you’ve found all five, then your team can leave the room, but not before. Got it?”

We all nodded, eager to begin.

“All right, so, close your eyes.”

We did. The light went off.

“Now start spinning around, and I’ll count. One … two … three …”

I spun — and immediately began bumping into the girls who were near me. We stumbled and laughed and kept on spinning. I realized then that as we were turning around and around, we were also moving through the room, unintentionally rearranging ourselves. So, even if some team members had been side by side when we began, it would be impossible to know where we were by the time we finished.

“… eight … nine … ten!  Okay, you can stop spinning now.”

Wow, I was really dizzy! It was hard to stand up straight — but on the other hand it was hard to fall over with all those other girls pressing up against me.

“Keep your eyes closed,” said Kate, “and whoever’s close to you, just start kissing her. Do your team’s secret kiss, but if she doesn’t do it too, then go to someone else.”

The first girl I grabbed, it turned out, was Hannah. Even with my eyes closed, I recognized her by scent or feel or something. Anyway, I knew who she was and knew she wasn’t on my team — but I kissed her anyway, as she did with me.

Hannah giggled as she pulled me into her arms, then kissed me on the mouth five times fast, just five quick smacks. That must have been their team’s secret kiss. She waited after that, so I gave her our kiss, parting my lips and sliding my tongue into her mouth. I placed the tips of two fingers in there too, which seemed to surprise her, then dropped my hand to Hannah’s groin and pressed my wet fingers against her pussy.

“Mmmm,” she moaned in response, grinding her crotch into my hand. It made me wonder if she knew I was doing our secret kiss, or if she thought I was just playing with her like I might normally do. At any rate, Hannah wasn’t on the blue team, so after giving her one more kiss on the mouth, I went on to the next person.

I wasn’t sure who this was. She was a small girl, someone I hadn’t met prior to that night, maybe Erika or Peyton. I touched her arm first, then put a hand on her chest, which was completely flat. She responded by pulling me tightly against her. The girl was short, so I had to lower my face to kiss her. She had both hands on my butt, grabbing and squeezing my cheeks. Was this part of her team’s secret kiss? Or could it simply be that the second grader was sexually aggressive? It seemed unlikely, but who knows?

And you know what? I almost grabbed her butt too! That was my instinctive, automatic response — but luckily I realized just in time that if I did that she might think I was on her team. So, instead I just let the girl kiss me, and then I gave her our team’s secret kiss. Her response was different from Hannah’s. When I put my wet fingertips on the child’s smooth hairless pussy, she yelped in surprise and immediately pulled away.

“Sorry,” I whispered, “it’s just…”

“It’s okay, it’s okay,” she giggled nervously, apparently understanding that what I’d done with her was part of the game. I gave her a friendly pat on the shoulder, and we both turned aside, looking for someone new to kiss.

The next person I found was my sister Molly. I still had my eyes closed, but knew her right away. And she was on my team, the blue team! That meant we were able to do our secret kiss and really enjoy it. In fact, as we kissed, shoving our tongues in each other’s mouths, our moistened fingers quickly slipped between the labia as we groped one another.

Molly stroked my clit and I stroked hers. Then I reached a little lower, finding the opening to her vagina, but didn’t put a finger inside. I just tickled her there. My 9-year-old sister was still a virgin — at least in that sense. She hadn’t yet been fully penetrated. How soon, I wondered, would that happen? It made me think I should talk to my mom about it sometime, or to Molly herself. (It’s funny how many things can go through your mind while you’re doing something else.)

Suddenly I groaned. I certainly wasn’t a virgin, and Molly easily could push a finger up inside my slippery wet vagina, which is what she’d just done. It felt amazingly good.

“God, yeah,” I moaned, as my little sister fucked my cunt.

I wanted to just stay right there with her — hold her, kiss her, play with her, and let her make me come. But we really couldn’t do that. We had a game to play. Reluctantly I drew my fingers away from her crotch, and she slipped her finger out from inside me.

We didn’t part, however. Since we were on the same team, we had to stay together. But before we continued our search, Molly brought her finger to my mouth, letting me suck on it, savoring the taste of my juices. Yummy!

Keeping our arms linked, we each grabbed another girl. I’m not sure who Molly had, but as my hands began stroking the soft, smooth skin of a small child, I knew within only a second or two that this was Chelsea. God, I loved that kid. Always so eager and full of fun, ready to try anything.

We started to kiss, and I felt her hands clutching my butt. Presumably that meant she was on the same team as the other girl who’d done that. I kissed her wetly, slipped two fingers briefly into her mouth, then put them down between her legs. And she didn’t pull away, not Chelsea! She giggled, letting me fondle her sweet little pussy. I gave her one more kiss, then let her go. We had to keep looking.

The next girl, someone I didn’t immediately recognize, gave me those five quick kisses on the lips. That was obviously one team’s secret kiss. And when I did my thing with her, whoever it was, she didn’t seem especially surprised. Someone else from my team must have tried it with her before. I patted her shoulder, and we parted.

Now I had a taller, much more mature girl in my arms. This could only be Alexa. She briefly kissed my lips as I inhaled the scent of her perfume, something heady, musky, and totally alluring — it really made me want to have sex with her. But just as I began to open my mouth to kiss the teen more deeply, Alexa drew away, moving her lips down to my neck. She kissed me there, just under my ear, licking the skin, then started to suck.

I swooned, feeling the pretty blonde press her breasts against mine as she sucked on the tender skin of my neck. It began to sting — and suddenly I realized she was giving me a hickey! Was that their team’s secret kiss? Or was Alexa doing this just because she liked me? Either way, it was totally turning me on.

After a few more seconds, she left my neck and kissed my mouth again. Now I could do our kiss with her. I slipped my tongue into her mouth, then put a pair of fingers there too. She giggled, sucking on my fingers, but when I moved my hand down to her crotch, pressing my fingertips against her labia, she stopped giggling and whispered, “Uh-huh, yeah…”

Well, that told me something. Although she wasn’t on my team, it told me I probably could have sex with Alexa just about any time I wanted. What a wonderful discovery! But alas, she and I had to go on with the game, looking for other teammates.

The next person I grabbed was Samantha. I recognized her slim form, and somehow perhaps her personality too. Anyway, I knew the girl right away — and she was on the blue team! We did our delicious kiss with each other, the secret signal she had invented, pressing our wet fingers into one another’s pussies while our tongues played.

I almost forgot about what we were doing then. It was so wonderful kissing Samantha like that, playing with her pussy. I could have kept it up for hours. Give me a naked girl under 10 years old to play with and I’m in heaven!

Continue on to Chapter 128

By Naughty Mommy

I woke up Saturday morning in a bed that smelled of sex, yummy lesbian sex, and of something else too… of milk. That was certainly something new. Stretching and yawning, I smiled to myself as I recalled the amazing events of the previous night, perhaps the most unique orgy I’d ever experienced. It made me want to tell someone about it. Maybe Hannah.

But then I remembered that I still needed to let Hannah know everything that was going on in our family. When would be the right time for that? I wasn’t sure, but I wanted to do it fairly soon if I could.

Turning my head, I looked at the clock on my mother’s bedside table. It was not quite 7:00. Hannah obviously wouldn’t be up yet, not for hours. Molly and Kate were still asleep in the king-size bed, as was my mom. I was the only one awake.

I wondered how things might have gone for Hannah the night before. She’d been asked by Ms. Firth to babysit Cadence again. I’d been invited to come too, but had to tell them I couldn’t. As much as I would have liked to see Lynn Firth again, and her daughter — hopefully get naked with them, maybe kiss, and maybe do a lot more — there was no way I was going to miss all the kinky fun we had with Miranda and Marisol and Karen.

Anyhow, everything would happen soon enough, I told myself. I didn’t know when, but I was pretty sure that at some point I would be able to fuck them all: Cadence and Lynn, Hannah and her mother, Lindsey and her mom, not to mention Theresa and her daughter, and Paula and her two daughters. That was a lot to look forward to!

I felt the bed begin to move slightly, and heard a soft moan. It came from my mother, who was next to me, with my sisters on the other side. My mom was lying on her stomach, the covers around her shoulders and her head turned away. Her body was undulating, however, in a way that I easily recognized — it was clear she was masturbating, humping her fingers. But was she awake, or perhaps dreaming, doing it in her sleep? I knew for certain that was possible since it had happened to me before, many times. Such a nice way to wake up in the morning, with your fingers wet and gooey and your head still swirling with erotic images.

Leaning in close, I nuzzled her tangled blonde tresses, kissing the nape of her neck. Her skin was warm and fragrant. “Mommy,” I whispered. “Mommy…”

She moaned a little louder, humping faster. I kissed her again and slid a hand down under the sheets to caress her naked bottom. Suddenly she went rigid, her butt cheeks clenching, the muscles taut. I heard a muffled, guttural groan, repeated as her lovely body quivered in a series of climactic spasms. It was thrilling to be with my mom like that, to experience the orgasm along with her, even if she was asleep. I glanced at my sisters. They were both still snoozing, oblivious.

When my mother began to calm down, I stroked her back and whispered again, “Mommy.”

She turned toward me, pretty blue eyes blinking open. Peering through a veil of her hair, she smiled, “Julie, sweetheart…”

I brushed the hair back, kissed her lips and said, “Good morning.”

“I just had the most wonderful dream.”

“You did? What was it?”

“It was… you and me… we were traveling, somewhere, I’m not sure where, in a big city. We were outside, walking on a street, a busy street, with crowds of people all around us. We were… I remember, we were walking along, holding hands, talking about the people we saw there, you know, the women and the girls, the prettiest ones. And as we talked, I got more and more excited. I kind of lost control. I said to you, ‘Let’s fuck them, Julie, fuck them all!’ Then, somehow, all at once everyone around us was naked — and there weren’t any men, just girls and women. We started grabbing them, both of us, grabbing them and kissing them and fucking them. God, it was so hot… mmm… that’s all I can really remember.”

“Were some of the girls young?” I asked. “Really young?”

“I think so, but… I don’t remember now, it’s fading away. But I’m sure they must have been. Why else would I get so turned on?” she chuckled, licking her fingers.

“Right.” I kissed her again.

My mom and I hugged and caressed for a few minutes, sharing our favorite fantasies. Then we got out of bed and took a shower, washing one another, kissing deeply, bringing each other with soapy hands. Another nice way to start the morning!

* * *

Our family spent the whole day preparing for the big party that night. I still could hardly believe so many kids were coming over to play Undercover Spy with us and then stay for a sleepover. Counting me and my sisters, there would be twenty girls! Wow!

At around 5:30, as planned, our friends began to show up. Chelsea and Samantha were already there, of course, along with their moms, Dana and Megan, helping us get things ready. One after another, cars stopped in front of our house and little girls jumped out, running up to the door. Some who lived close, like Hannah and Lindsey, came on foot. Among the last to arrive were Alexa and Riley, together with their mother, Paula. Unlike the other moms, however, Paula parked her car in the driveway and came inside, not only to say hello but to stay and help out.

By about ten minutes to 6:00, everyone was there. It was time for the fun to start. The kids were all bunched in the family room, gabbing and giggling, with a few, including me, seated on the sofa but the rest still standing. After clapping her hands to get our attention, my mom asked all the girls to find a place somewhere to sit down.

They did, and it was pretty funny. We ended up with five kids squished in side by side on the sofa. I was in the middle, with Alexa and Hannah flanking me, Riley and Lindsey next to each of them. We all had girls on our laps — Chelsea was on mine — and the other ten were piled into the pair of armchairs or on the floor around us. The crowded jumble made for a lot of laughter and excited squeals.

“Okay, that’s good. Hi, everyone, and welcome,” Mommy said with a big smile, as we gradually began to calm down. She was wearing a zip-front blue denim dress with pockets at the waist. Over the not very stylish dress was a somewhat ragged dark green cardigan sweater, unbuttoned, with the sleeves pushed up to her elbows. The sweater had pockets too.

“I’m Ms. Duval, as you know, but for tonight, I’d like you all just to call me Suzanne, all right? The other moms here will go by their first names too. You can call them Paula, Megan, and Dana. As you’ll see, we’re planning to relax some of the normal rules of behavior that you might be used to.”

That got some giggles. Everyone, even those who hadn’t played before, knew that the game of Undercover Spy required total nudity. I suspect they may have been wondering, however, if other surprises might be coming. They certainly were!

“So, the first thing we’re going to do, before we have our dinner,” our mother went on, “is allow you to get a little more comfortable. It feels kind of warm in here, doesn’t it?”

It definitely did feel warm. Shortly before the guests began to arrive, my mom had turned the heat way up. That, combined with the way we were all squeezed in so close — basically on top of each other — meant we were already getting hot and sweaty.

“Wouldn’t it feel better to get your clothes off?” Mommy grinned. “I’m sure it would. So go ahead and stand up and take everything off. Don’t be embarrassed. You’ll have to be that way to play the game anyway, right? And no one will see you, it’s just us girls. The curtain are closed.”

There was a bit of hesitation at first, as you might expect, but with encouragement from me and my sisters, everyone soon went along. We stood and took off all our clothes. The moms began collecting our things from us, folding them neatly and placing them on a card table that had been set up for just that purpose.

While we were undressing, I kept my eye on Alexa — and when the 16-year-old pulled down her bikini panties, I discovered, as I’d hoped I would, that her pussy was completely shaved. Of course, she was a natural blonde and may not have had a lot of hair anyway, but it was lovely to see her that way, smooth and bald and so inviting. When Alexa caught me staring at her, she blushed, but I noticed that she took a good look at my crotch too, and at Hannah’s as well.

“Don’t sit down again,” instructed my mother, once all the kids were nude. She was still dressed at that point, as were the other three women. There was a reason for that, which she would tell us about later.

“I want you to line up now in order of age. Make a big line, right over here, from oldest to youngest, okay?”

That took a couple of minutes. A lot of the kids were the same age, either 9 or 10 years old, and so they had to compare birthdays to figure out who should stand where. But finally we were all in place, twenty naked girls in a row.

“Very good, very nice,” my mom nodded, licking her lips as she slowly gazed at us, one by one. “Now, the next thing we’re going to do is divide up into teams. Paula will give you a scarf that shows which team you’re on. We’ll have four teams for the game tonight: red, blue, green, and gold. Take your scarf and tie it around your forehead, all right?”

Paula began at one end of the group, with the youngest girl, who was Chelsea. She handed her a red scarf, then gave a blue scarf to the next little girl, Erika, a green one to Sadie, yellow to the next girl, and so on up the line, alternating colors. Earlier that day, we’d gone out and bought a bunch of new scarves, making sure we’d have enough to designate the teams.

Mommy smiled, “Okay, so, now it’s time to eat. Let’s go into the dining room.”

She led the way and we followed, grinning and giggling, our bright scarves the only thing we wore.

We’d discussed ordering pizzas for supper, but Kate had a better idea. On the dining table were two dozen boxes wrapped in colored foil — five each in blue, red, green, and gold, plus four in silver. Inside each box was a sandwich, a package of chips or pretzels, and a cookie. There were several different kinds of sandwiches — ham and cheese, tuna, peanut butter and jelly, plain cheese, etc. — and different kinds of cookies too. Also on the table were cans of soda of various types, still nice and cold since Dana and Megan had taken them from the refrigerator while the teams were being set up.

“Each of you can take a box,” our mother said, “obviously going by the color of your team, right? The silver boxes are for the moms. You’ll find different things to eat inside the boxes, and if you want to, you can trade with someone else for something you might like better. But you can only trade with a member of your own team, not with anyone else. You’re going to be in separate rooms, anyway, when you eat. Kate will tell you more about that.”

“Yeah, um,” said my sister, “what we’re gonna do is, everybody has to go to a different room, each of the teams, I mean, to eat and stuff. But the thing is, while you’re eating you also have to do something else. Your team has to think of a secret kiss, a way so you’ll be able to know each other later on in the dark. See, that’s like what real undercover spies do, except if they’re men, they use a secret handshake. But if the spies are women or girls, it’s a secret kiss.”

I was pretty sure that wasn’t true, of course, but I loved it. What a clever concept!

Kate went on, “So, everyone take a box, just grab the right color. And take a drink too, whatever you want. Then we’ll go upstairs to eat.”

It worked out nicely, since our house has four bedrooms. One team was assigned to each of them, with Kate reminding us on our way up about the important need to devise a secret kiss. We’d have only a half hour to eat and to work on that. Mommy would give us a reminder when two minutes were left, so we could make a final decision if we had to.

My team, the blue team, consisted of me, Whitney, Abbie, Molly, and Samantha. We were placed in Kate’s room, with the door closed. Our first priority was opening the boxes to see what we had inside, then swapping around until everyone was happy with their meal. With that done, we started eating and talking about what kind of secret kiss we should use. It would have to be something no one else would think of, hopefully. Various options were considered: maybe humming a tune while kissing; or doing it like morse code, three fast kisses, then two slow, then three fast; or maybe pinching the girl’s bottom as you kissed her; or possibly using your tongue a certain way.

Finally we settled on a suggestion put forth by Samantha.

“You know how you have two lips down here too?” said the child, pointing at her crotch. She was sitting on the edge of Kate’s bed, legs spread wide apart. We all had a clear view of her sweet hairless pussy.

“So, I mean, we won’t actually kiss there, but, um, what if while we’re kissing we put our fingers in our mouths, two fingers, like this…” She demonstrated, sucking and licking the first two fingers of her right hand. “And then while you’re still kissing, you put your fingers down here, except on the other girl, and it’ll be like you’re kissing those lips at the same time. See, like a double kiss, sort of.”

Oh my god, how could such a young girl think of something like that?! I knew that Samantha and her mother had been having sex for a few weeks by then, and it made me wonder what kind of interesting things they talked about while they were doing it.

In any case, the other members of my team were nuts about the plan.

“That’s perfect!” cried Molly. “I love it!” agreed Abbie, so excited she couldn’t stop bouncing up and down. I was concerned that Whitney, a newcomer to our family’s kinky ways, might not be quite so enthusiastic. But she was all smiles and giggles and appeared happy to go along.

“We should practice first,” said Abbie.

“Good idea,” nodded Molly, “but with the lights out, in the dark, like the real game.”

We all got up off the bed or the floor where we’d been sitting, and after Molly flipped off the light, spent the next several minutes practicing our secret kiss with each other.

OH. MY. FUCKING. GOD.

What an unbelievable experience, touching and kissing these four cute girls — a 10-year-old, a pair of 9-year-olds, and a 7-year-old — standing naked in the dark, our mouths open, tongues exploring, wet fingertips eagerly fondling. Although we weren’t exactly having sex, it was pretty damn close. Who knows what might have happened if we hadn’t heard a sharp knock on the door?

“Two minutes, blue team,” said my mom, out in the hall. “Two more minutes.”

We turned the light back on and finished up what was left of our dinners, then opened the bedroom door, giggling as we trotted downstairs with the others. Although the rest of my team didn’t know what was coming next, I did, and I could hardly wait!

Twenty nude young girls and four women still wearing clothes clustered in our family room. Kate asked, “Did all the teams make up a secret kiss? You don’t have to tell me what it is — but did everybody think of something?”

We all nodded affirmatively. “Okay, good,” said Kate, then turned to our mother.

“All right, now,” Mommy began, “before we play Undercover Spy tonight, we’re going to do something else. It’s sort of a contest, and we have prizes for it, too.”

There was a large cardboard box on the cabinet by the TV, near where my mom was standing. Reaching inside, she took out the prizes one by one, and showed them to us. The first was a pair of Barbie dolls mounted on a stand. Both were wearing skimpy little nighties, and they were posed in a romantic kiss. This was greeted with a couple of surprised gasps, but mostly oohs and ahhs. Next she held up a DVD of Water Lilies, the French film about teenage lesbians she had taken me to see a few weeks earlier. She said a few words about the movie, and then brought out the final item, a sexy, lacy, nearly transparent bralette and tap pants set. More oohs and ahhs. It was exciting for me to picture the girls around me wearing that lingerie — and equally exciting to imagine what their moms might say or do when they saw them dressed like that.

After setting the box on the floor, my mother carefully displayed the prizes on the cabinet, then faced the group again. “The contest is very simple. You’re going to be blindfolded, each of you in turn, and then you’ll try to identify five girls chosen at random. You’ll have to do that by touch, but you’ll only be allowed to touch one part of their bodies: their nipples. I call this a nipple test.”

A rush of eager whispers cascaded among us. A nipple test! Omigod!!

“To show you how it’s done,” Mommy continued, “one or two of the moms will give it a try. They won’t be eligible for prizes, of course, it’ll just be a demonstration. But first, before we begin, take a very good look at one another. Study the nipples of the girls around you and imagine what it would feel like to touch them so you can try to guess who is who once you’re blindfolded.”

We spent the next couple of minutes shuffling around and looking closely at each other, specifically at our chests. All the youngest girls were completely flat, naturally, but among those who were 9 or 10 years old, a few showed the beginnings of breast development, delicious little swellings or puffy nipples. Kate and Hannah and I each possessed a nice pair of little titties, but Sarah, who was 11, was still mostly flat. At 16, Alexa had the biggest boobs, as you would expect, although they were still fairly small, probably a B-cup at most.

As we mingled, gazing at one another, I felt my own nipples tingling and growing stiff. I licked my lips, wishing I could kiss and lick the chests I was ogling, while wishing these cute girls were doing that with me too.

“Okay,” said Mommy after a few minutes, “we’ll have Megan go first now, to show you how the contest works.”

She tied a strip of black cloth over the tall redhead’s eyes, blindfolding her. As she was doing this, Dana silently chose five girls and lined them up in a row, a bit apart from the rest of us. Those selected were Hannah, Lindsey, Eden, Abbie, and Samantha.

My mom spun Megan around in a circle, making her dizzy and disorienting her, then led the woman to stand in front of the first girl, Hannah, placing her hands on her chest.

“Can you tell who that is?” Mommy asked.

“Hmm, let me see — or, should I say, let me feel…”

That brought a few giggles from the group. This wasn’t loud laughter, however, but nervous, aroused tittering. I was pretty sure everyone there could feel the sexual tension in the room.

“Um, I’m not sure, but… is it Kate?” ventured Megan.

“We won’t tell you that until you’re done,” Mommy said. “Let’s go on to the next one.”

Megan fondled Lindsey’s chest, guessing incorrectly that she was Peyton. She missed with Eden too, and with Abbie, but when she reached the last girl, she finally got one right, identifying her own daughter, Samantha, by the feel of her nipples.

My mother removed the blindfold from Megan, saying with a grin, “Only one correct out of five. That’s not very good.”

Next up was Paula. She seemed even more nervous than the kids, blushing and swallowing, breathing hard. I could see her trembling as she repeatedly pushed her blonde hair back from her face. I knew she had a lot of experience with other women, but likely had never imagined being able to play this kind of an erotic game with prepubescent and barely pubescent girls.

As my mom applied the blindfold and spun Paula around, Dana picked five more girls and lined them up. This time it was Sadie, Alexa, Kate, Whitney, and Riley. I didn’t think it was a coincidence that Paula’s daughters were chosen, or that Samantha had been in Megan’s group. Dana did that on purpose, I was certain.

Paula missed with Sadie, but identified Alexa almost immediately after she started feeling her boobs. Of course, that wasn’t especially difficult, since Alexa’s were easily the biggest among the girls. But it sure was nice watching the woman touch and squeeze her teenage daughter’s breasts — which I noticed she continued doing for several more seconds after stating who she thought it was. Alexa really appeared to enjoy it as well, thrusting out her chest, almost begging her mom to caress her.

Kate was next in line, and Paula got her right too, but guessed wrong with Whitney. I wondered when she arrived at Riley if she would be able to tell it was her simply by touch as easily as she had with Alexa. Then again, there may have been other things working, like the sense of smell or even the subtle sound of breathing. In any case, Paula said, “This is Riley, my daughter,” very soon after she started fondling the little girl’s buds. Again, however, she remained a few seconds longer than was necessary, keeping her hands on the swollen nipples, gently squeezing. I heard Riley give a whimper of arousal.

“Excellent,” said my mother, as she untied Paula’s blindfold. “You got three out of five. You won’t get a prize, but would you like a kiss from me instead?”

“Sure,” giggled Paula.

We all watched as Mommy took the woman into her arms, kissing her deeply. A few of the girls gasped in surprise, younger kids who hadn’t played the game with us before and who perhaps didn’t quite know what to expect.

When they ended the soulful kiss, my mom started to say something about doing the contest with the girls, but then Ashley interrupted her. “Um, wait, can we — I mean, aren’t the other moms, you and, um, and Dana, gonna do it too? Try it with us?”

My mom grinned at the child. With raised eyebrows, she asked, “Would you like us to do that?”

“Yeah, uh-huh, it’d be fun,” Ashley nodded eagerly. Several other kids chimed in, agreeing.

“All right, we’ll have Dana go next, and then me. How’s that sound?”

Everyone definitely liked the idea. So, as Megan put the blindfold on Dana, my mother chose five more from the group, placing them in line: Erika, Chelsea, Emily, Alyssa, and Peyton.

Megan spun Dana around, then put her hands on the chest of the first girl, Erika. Dana guessed wrong with her, but of course got Chelsea right. She even gave her daughter a little kiss on the lips before going on to Emily. She identified her correctly too, which kind of surprised me, then missed with Alyssa, but got Peyton right as well.

“Three out of five… very, very good,” said Mommy, adding with a leer, “I won’t kiss you now, but maybe later tonight in bed, all right?”

“Okay!” Dana laughed, all bubbly and happy.

Several of the girls around me, newcomers again, were staring wide-eyed, evidently astonished to see such bold lesbian flirting. If they only knew, I thought to myself. And before the night was over, maybe they would!

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By Naughty Mommy

My sister Molly got there first. She was only two people away from Miranda in our circle, so she didn’t have far to go. But she practically leaped in front of her, begging to taste the milk that was beading at the tips of the woman’s nipples.

The rest of us gathered around too. Facing Miranda, right beside Molly, was my mother, and I was next to her. On the other side of Molly was Dana. Other women and girls pressed in from all sides.

“Hope I have enough for everyone,” Miranda giggled.

“It certainly looks as if you do,” said my mom as she gazed at the bulging breasts, licking her lips. “Would you mind if I have a taste?”

“No, of course I wouldn’t mind,” smiled the brunette. “I’d love it.”

“Me too me too, please?” Molly begged, bouncing up and down with excitement. Her eagerness made Miranda laugh.

I’d sort of expected us to move to the bed or something at that point, but we didn’t. We remained standing in the middle of Mommy’s bedroom as she and my little sister fastened their mouths over the nursing mother’s tempting nipples and began to drink.

Miranda sighed with pleasure, smiling and cooing, stroking the shiny golden hair of a 32-year-old woman and a 9-year-old girl. I didn’t know if she’d ever had a blonde suck her tits before. Both of her children had very dark hair, and Karen, Miranda’s girlfriend, was a brunette too. So maybe this was a new experience for her, in a way.

I was leaning in, wanting to watch, not miss a thing. I had one arm around my mother’s bare shoulders. My other hand was between my legs, rubbing my pussy. Mommy’s eyes were closed as she sucked, but then she opened them and glanced to the side, finding me right next to her. Her face brightened.

She left the nipple for a moment, turning to kiss me. As our lips met, we both parted them — and then I almost choked. I was startled to suddenly find warm milk in my mouth. It wasn’t that I didn’t like it, I loved it, but it was just a big surprise. Some of the milk dribbled down my chin. I swallowed the rest.

My mom chuckled and licked my chin, then said, “Go ahead, sweetie, you can suck her yummy tit now. Then give someone else a chance, okay?”

“Okay,” I nodded, moving into place.

I gazed at the nipple for a moment. It was dark, puckered, and wet with my mother’s saliva. A bead of milky fluid gleamed at the tip. Trembling with arousal, I extended my tongue and licked the end of the nipple.

“Fuck, yes,” I heard Miranda whisper. Then I felt her hand behind my head, pulling me closer. “Suck Mama’s nipple, pretty girl,” she urged, and so I did.

We all took turns. Everyone had a taste of the woman’s breast milk as we stood in the center of the room, and then after that, we moved to the bed.

“Why don’t you tell them what you told me,” my mom said to Miranda, “how it started with Marisol — I think they’d like to hear that.”

“You mean…” the brunette grinned, her hand sliding down between her legs. She was leaning against the headboard, cushioned by a pillow.

“Uh-huh,” Mommy nodded.

“All right.” Miranda turned to Marisol, who was next to her, cuddling close. We were all nude, of course — four women, two teenage girls, and five pre-teens, seated on my mother’s king-size bed.

Miranda nuzzled her daughter’s nose, then gave the girl a long, tender, romantic kiss. We sighed as we watched. My hand was on my clit again. It was automatic. I couldn’t not rub myself in the heat of such an erotic moment. And I wasn’t the only one. Glancing around, I saw that nearly everyone else was masturbating too.

When they finished the passionate kiss, Miranda smiled at us. “Okay, so, I think everybody here already knows that when Marisol was a baby, I used to masturbate as I nursed her — not when my husband was there, or anyone else, but just when we were alone, the two of us. Anyway, I loved how it felt to have a little girl sucking my nipple. It was different than anything I’d ever known, sexier, hotter, kinkier. I can’t really describe it, but… it just really turned me on.”

“I know what you mean,” said Dana, “definitely.”

“Mmm, yes,” my mother agreed, as she fucked herself with two fingers.

Miranda winked at her, then went on, “So, the really kinky thing I did was, well, I started rubbing my, um, you know, the lubrication from my vagina —”

“Pussy juice,” I interjected.

“Yeah, pussy juice, that’s right,” Miranda chuckled. “It really excited me for some reason to rub my, um, pussy juice on my nipples while I was masturbating. I still like doing that. But the thing is, Marisol really seemed to like it too. If I rubbed some of the stuff on one nipple while she was sucking the other and then we switched over, it was just amazing. Her eyes would go wide and she would suck even harder, as if she loved the taste of it, of my pussy. And that turned me on even more. It made me come so hard when I thought about what we were doing.”

“Oh my god,” Megan sighed. I looked at her. She was on her side, reclining, a hand working fast between her legs. Her daughter, Samantha, was sucking Megan’s nipple.

As Miranda was about to continue with her story, were heard a cry. It was Dana. She was coming. I knew how easy it was for her. She could usually reach orgasm quickly, almost anytime, anywhere. And right after her it was my sister Kate. She squealed loudly, the middle finger of her right hand plunging in and out of her nearly hairless pussy.

No one else climaxed then, only the two of them. But everyone else was masturbating, even the youngest girls. The sexual heat in the room was so strong you could feel it.

“I never wanted to stop breastfeeding Marisol,” Miranda told us, “and I hoped she’d want to go on for a long time too. To encourage her, when she was about three years old, I started rubbing my nipples first with my pussy juice before I began feeding her. She really seemed to like the taste a lot. Sometimes, in fact, while I was masturbating as she nursed, and especially right after I came, I would give her some of it directly from my finger. You know, just take my finger out of my vagina and bring it straight to her mouth.”

My mom came when she heard that, and then I did too. That made four orgasms so far. Many more would soon follow, but first we got to hear Miranda reach the climax of her story, so to speak.

“When my daughter was five, I finally went all the way with her,” said the brunette. “By that point, while she was breastfeeding and I was masturbating, she’d spend about half the time sucking on my nipple and the other half, if not more, licking and sucking my finger, tasting my pussy juice. So then I decided, why not let her have what she wants right from the source, you know?”

That forbidden idea put Megan over the top. The redhead groaned and shuddered as a powerful orgasm surged through her long, lean body. Samantha continued sucking her mom’s nipple as this took place, while also rubbing her own pussy.

Suddenly I heard Dana climaxing again — and when I looked at her, I discovered that Molly and Chelsea were now locked in a ‘69’ near the end of the bed, with Molly on top. Seeing them like that made me want to come again as well. I fondled my clit and shoved a finger inside my dripping vagina as I turned back to Miranda.

“Do you remember that, honey?” the woman was asking her daughter. “That first time, when you were five?”

“Yeah, of course I do, Mama,” Marisol nodded happily. “It was really fun.”

Miranda gave the girl another long, loving, lustful kiss, then said to us, “I know I’ll never forget it. I didn’t even have to say anything to her. By then, of course, she was old enough to know where all that tasty juice was coming from. She’d watched me masturbate, had seen me pushing my finger inside myself before I brought it to her mouth, and had been right there with me many, many times as I climaxed. So, when I sort of gently moved her down between my legs, putting her face in front of my pussy, she seemed to know just what to do. Right away she started licking me, like a kitten lapping milk from a bowl —”

“Fuck!” gasped my mom, as she reached climax. Katie came again too, and then Dana for maybe the fourth or fifth time.

Smiling and licking her lips as she looked around at us, Miranda continued the story. She was rubbing herself too, fingers sliding around within the tangles of her dark pubic hair — which, I saw, was matted with her juices. She said, “I came almost immediately, as soon as I felt her tongue on me, didn’t I, honey?”

“Uh-huh,” Marisol murmured, then put her mouth over mother’s nipple and began to suck.

“Oh god,” I groaned. I was right at the brink, ready to come again, but I didn’t want to miss any of this exciting, erotic tale. I was trying to hold on, stay at the very edge, if I could, while I continued to listen.

As it turned out, however, that was pretty much the end of it — not of the orgy, but of the storytelling. Karen, who hadn’t come yet as far as I knew, was seated on the other side of Miranda, and had been petting the woman, sometimes kissing her cheek, while playing with herself too. But now, apparently, she was overcome with desire.

When she saw Marisol take Miranda’s nipple into her mouth, Karen moaned and suddenly dove between the woman’s legs, eating her cunt. Dana quickly latched on to Miranda’s other breast as she continued to masturbate. My mom sort of climbed on top of Dana then, humping her from behind, while also kissing Miranda. Kate got down between Karen’s legs and started licking. She was lying on her back, with Karen sitting on her face. I never can resist my sister’s pussy, so I moved down on the bed to eat Kate. That put me right next to Molly and Chelsea, who were still in a 69. I don’t know if they had come yet or not, but when they saw that I was there, they both jumped and up and glommed into my body, hands and fingers and tongues and lips going everywhere, on my nipples, on my pussy, in my butt.

We went on that way for a while, changing positions, switching partners, sucking and licking and kissing and fucking, bodies sliding around on one another, young girls and grown women enjoying orgasm after orgasm after orgasm.

It got rather kinky too, led mostly by my mom. At one point, she was squatting on the bed in front of Miranda — who was still leaning against the headboard — holding her pussy open with her fingers, begging the woman to squirt milk onto and into her cunt. Then Mommy fucked Miranda’s hard nipple with her pussy, a totally amazing thing to see, and after that, she stood up straight and fucked her face the same way.

There was a lot of milk being exchanged. Girls would suck Miranda’s nipples and then kiss each other, giggling as they shared the creamy treat. Inspired by my mother, each of the other women lay back on the bed and urged Miranda to express milk into their vaginas, then immediately asked their daughters to lick it all up.

As a sort of grand finale, my mom instructed the four youngest girls — Molly, Chelsea, Marisol, and Samantha — to lie down, side by side. She had Miranda kneel over them and dribble milk from her breasts onto the girls, on their faces, their chests, their tummies, and of course onto and inside their little pussies, which they eagerly held open. Then the four moms, the mothers of the girls, got to clean them off, licking up the milk and making love to their daughters while Karen and Kate and I watched and masturbated.

Sometimes I have to pinch myself and realize that it’s not just a dream, that I’m actually living this incredibly great life. There I was, on my mother’s bed, watching her eat my little sister’s pussy, and also watching three other moms eat their own little girls — oh my god, wow!! I had a huge orgasm to finish off the night, climaxing at almost the same time that Molly did.

* * *

By then, it was getting pretty late, well past bedtime for the younger ones. We’d made no plans for a sleepover, and perhaps Miranda decided that her kids would sleep better at home. In any case, she gathered up their clothes, hers and Marisol’s, from the floor, and they began to get dressed, as did Karen. I was sort of hoping my mom might ask them to stay, but on the other hand, we did have that gigantic slumber party coming up the very next night, so maybe it was best.

Megan and Samantha put their clothes on as well, and so did Dana and Chelsea. The four of them were leaving to spend the night at Dana’s apartment. The rest of us, Mommy, Kate, Molly, and I, stayed naked. We walked downstairs to say goodbye.

“Thank you, Suzanne,” Miranda said, as she hugged my mom. They shared a long kiss, and then she repeated, “Thank you. Thank you so much for everything.”

“You’re welcome, sweetie,” said my mother, petting the woman’s cheek. “I’m so glad we met. Karen is very lucky to have you. And you’re lucky to have her.”

They both laughed. “You’re right, I am,” Miranda agreed.

More hugs and kisses were exchanged all around — our goodbyes sometimes seemed to take forever — and then finally they were out the door, into their cars, and gone. We were left with our own happy little family, a mom and three girls.

“Ready for bed?” Mommy asked. “Or do you kids want to play around some more first?”

“How about porn? Can we watch porn?” asked Kate.

“Sure, if you want to,” our mother chuckled.

So, we went upstairs to her bedroom and got in bed. The sheets were still somewhat damp in spots with milk and other bodily fluids, but none of us minded that. Mommy inserted a lesbian DVD into the player and turned on the wall-mounted plasma TV, a fairly new addition to the room.

We watched and masturbated, and we each came at least once, but the truth is, we were pretty much worn out. After only about 20 minutes, we decided to turn the DVD off. I thought that would be the end of it, that we’d go to sleep then, but there was one more little surprise.

“Can I ask you girls a favor?” Mommy said. Of course, anything, we all replied.

“Well,” she grinned, “this is something I don’t think we’ve ever done before, and I’d really like it if you’d do it for me.”

“What is it?” I asked.

In reply, our mother pushed the sheets down to her knees and spread her long legs apart. Using her fingers, she pulled back her labia, exposing her vagina.

“I want my girls to fuck me,” she said in a husky voice, “all three of my daughters, all at once. Each of you put a finger inside, okay?”

“You want us to fuck your cunt?” I leered.

Mommy nodded.

“I like that idea,” Kate giggled, as she scooted down between our mother’s legs. Molly was right behind her. I quickly got in place too.

“God, I love fucking my mom’s cunt,” said Kate, as she slowly slid a finger up inside. Molly and I each put a finger in as well. Our mother groaned in pleasure. She was very wet.

This was definitely something new. We’d fucked her pussy two at a time before, on numerous occasions, but never all three at once.

“Now fuck me hard,” Mommy said, as we began moving our fingers together, finding a rhythm. “It’s so hot, three little girls fucking their own mother, so dirty, so nasty, so good!”

She held her breasts in her hands, lifting them toward her face, bending low and tucking her chin so she could lick the erect nipples. “Fuck your mommy, little girls,” she urged. “Fuck your mommy’s pussy.”

“Mommy’s cunt, Mommy’s cunt,” Kate chanted as she stared at our fingers sliding in and out, gleaming with our mother’s juices.

“Yeah,” said Molly, “I love Mommy’s cunt. I love Mommy’s cunt so much.”

“Fucking hot cunt,” I hissed, “fucking our mother’s hot cunt. Three little girls fucking Mommy’s cunt.”

“God, fuck!” our mother gasped. “I’m getting close, so close. Don’t stop — fuck me harder, harder, harder — make Mommy come!”

We fucked her and fucked her and within only a few more seconds, she climaxed.

Mommy groaned, throwing her head back, hands now gripping the sheets, crying out as powerful spasms burst through her. I could feel the muscles of her vagina clamping down around our fingers. Hot, slippery fluids oozed out, soaking the sheets. The smell was delicious, the spicy scent of our mother’s sex, better than any perfume ever could be.

And that was the end, finally. Our mom thanked us, kissing us, sucking our fingers as we crawled up to say goodnight and lie beside her. I reached over to switch off the lamp, then cuddled with my wonderful mother and with my sisters. We all slept very soundly.

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