Juicy Secrets Forbidden Tales of Lesbian Love

By Naughty Mommy

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That was such an incredible week. Every day, something else exciting or promising seemed to happen. It was like we were building toward a big climax — which in fact we were, lots and lots of climaxes, ha-ha!

Let me tell you about each of those things in order…

The first was a plan begin concocted by my sisters, Kate, Molly, and Chelsea. Samantha was in on it too. Their idea was to set up the biggest game yet of Undercover Spy. It seems that the word had been spreading at school — especially among the girls in Molly’s fourth grade class — that this game was just about the coolest thing ever. Several girls who hadn’t yet played it kept asking Molly when they would get a chance. She spoke with Kate about that, and the idea was born. Then it grew into something huge.

I learned about their plan on Tuesday night. We’d gone out to dinner; nothing special, just burgers and fries. Megan and Samantha were with us, along with Dana and Chelsea, of course. Anyway, I was surprised that as the kids chattered on about this — mentioning this girl and that girl who wanted to play — my mother never tried to stop them, to slow them down, or to caution them about involving their young friends in an activity that, in addition to full nudity, also included groping of private parts!

In fact, it was just the opposite. Not only did Mommy make no effort to stop them, she actually got out a pad and pen and began making a list of all the girls who might be there. Molly had nine friends who wanted to come (no pun intended), Chelsea and Samantha had three friends between them, and Kate said she’d been talking with her friend Sarah about it as well. Not wanting to be left out, I suggested including Hannah, which was fine with the others, especially since Lindsey was already on the list.

We added them all up. Counting us, it made a total of nineteen girls! Mommy couldn’t stop laughing as she talked about it — and perhaps as she envisioned herself playing the sexy game with them.

Which prompted me to ask, “Are you guys gonna play too? The grownups, I mean?”

My mother smiled and shrugged, “I don’t know. Maybe, we’ll see.”

“I’d sure like to,” said Dana.

“Me too,” added Megan. “But it’s up to you, Suzanne. You can tell us what you think is best.”

“No, I think it should be up to Kate,” Mommy said. “It’s your game, honey. You’re the one who thought of it. You made up the rules, so you can decide who should play this time.”

“Okay,” Kate nodded, grinning as she munched on a french fry.

“And what about, um, are they all gonna sleep over too?” I asked. “All the girls?”

Mommy shrugged again. “Why the hell not? It’ll be a big pile of young bodies down there in the family room, the biggest slumber party ever, but I think we can manage it. Of course, we don’t know yet how many girls there actually will be. We’ll have to choose a day first, and then they’ll have to get permission.”

“They already got permission,” said Molly. “My friends did, all of ‘em.”

“Oh, did they?” our mother said with a smile, raising an eyebrow. “And do you mind telling me when this little get-together is taking place?”

“Saturday!” chirped Samantha. “Me and Chelsea’s friends all said it’s okay for them then. They asked. It’s Saturday!”

“So, you kids have been planning this for a while?” Mommy asked.

Kate said, “Only for a few days. But Sarah told me she can come too. I think everybody can. Except you’ll have to ask Hannah, Julie.”

“Okay, I will. I’m sure she’ll be up for it, though, as long as she’s not busy.”

As soon as we got home, I asked Mommy if I could borrow the list she’d made so I could add the names to my journal. Besides Hannah and Sarah, my friend’s and Kate’s, there were three kids from Chelsea’s and Samantha’s second grade class, three girls we’d never met. Well maybe Dana or Megan had met them, but I hadn’t. Anyway, their names were Sadie, Erika, and Peyton. Among Molly’s nine friends who were invited, only three had played the game before: Lindsey, Riley, and Emily. The other six, all novices to the joys of Undercover Spy, were Alyssa, Whitney, Abbie, Eden, Bridget, and Ashley. Adding us to the tally, that made nineteen.

My mind boggled. Wow! Nineteen girls playing Undercover Spy, along with maybe a few moms as well. And then, after that, all those kids sleeping downstairs in our family room — or probably not sleeping, not for quite a while, anyway. I licked my lips as I imagined all the naughty trouble we might get into.

* * *

All right, on to the second thing…

Karen gave me a ride home on Wednesday after I attended the advanced classes at her high school. She came in for a while, and we fooled around together with Kate and Molly and Chelsea, getting naked, doing all the fun things girls like to do with each other.

I asked Karen if she wanted to stay and have supper with us, but she said she couldn’t. When Mommy got home from work that evening at about 6:00, the teen had put her clothes back on and was just getting ready to leave.

Our mother gave her a warm hug and asked, “When are we going to get to see Miranda again, and Marisol, and that darling baby, Jorge? Could you all come over here for dinner with us on Friday?”

“Um, yeah, thanks, I think we probably could,” said Karen with a smile. “I’ll just have to ask Miranda. Right now I need to get home, though, and have dinner with my parents.”

“All right.” Mommy kissed the teen on the lips, then added, “Tell you what, I’ll call her myself later on tonight and talk with her about it, okay?”

“Sure, that’s fine,” Karen nodded, and then she left.

After we finished our supper, my mom sat down on the sofa with her cell phone, hooking the wireless headset over her ear. She punched a number into the phone, and a moment later said, “Hi, Miranda, it’s Suzanne. How are you?”

They chatted for a few minutes, with arrangements being made for Friday night. Then they started talking about breastfeeding, and soon after that, about masturbation. By this time, Mommy had one foot pulled up on the sofa. Her shoes were off and her legs bare (she’d removed her pantyhose earlier). The light silk skirt she wore was up around her waist. One hand was inside her panties, the other unbuttoning her blouse.

Chelsea and Molly were on the floor, playing Legos with Dana. Kate was in one of the armchairs, listening to music on her iPod while leafing through a sports magazine. I was on the other end of the sofa, watching my mom. I was also rubbing myself through my shorts, and getting ready to take them off so I could masturbate properly. Then I saw my mother motioning to Molly, asking my little sister to join her on the sofa.

Molly got up and did so, happily. My mom was saying something to Miranda, asking if she sometimes had both Jorge and Marisol suck her nipples at the same time. Based on my mother’s lascivious smile, the answer must have been yes.

Mommy wasn’t wearing a bra, so as soon as her blouse was open, she was able to offer an erect nipple to Molly. My sister, of course, immediately fastened on and began sucking.

The others quickly forgot about their games and magazines, gathering close to watch the sexy action. We heard our mother ask Miranda what she was doing: if she had a finger inside her pussy, if she was wet, if her clit was hard, and so on. Mommy was masturbating too, as Molly sucked on one nipple while teasing the other with her fingers, twisting and pulling. I had my shorts and panties off, rubbing my clit. Dana had gotten naked in a flash, and was removing Chelsea’s clothes. Kate had a hand down inside her shorts.

“That’s right, squeeze that fucking nipple,” Mommy said to Miranda, “squirt the milk. Fuck, I want you to squirt it on me, on my fucking pussy. Goddamn, that’s so hot!”

Her fingers were moving fast between her legs. I could tell she was almost ready to come. If there had ever been any doubt that my mom would be excited by lactation, that was certainly gone now.

I won’t go into the rest of the details at this point, because I’m eager to move forward. Anyway, I’m sure you can guess what happened. Mommy soon reached climax, as apparently Miranda did too, on the other end of the phone. After they completed their conversation and hung up, we had nasty juicy sex with our mom and with each other for a couple of hours, even though it was a school night. She was getting a bit lax about the rules.

* * *

And now, the third thing…

On Thursday, after school, Hannah and I were in my bedroom making out. We’d done our homework together, and then she’d called her mother, telling her about the big slumber party coming up on Saturday and asking permission to attend, which she received. The cute redhead and I were kissing and starting to slide our hands under each other’s clothes when we heard the phone ring.

It wasn’t my cell phone, but the regular phone. I waited to see if someone else might answer, but after it rang a third time, I untangled myself from Hannah and picked up the extension in my room.

“Hello?”

“Hi, um, could I speak to Julie, please?”

“This is Julie.”

“Oh, uh, hi, Julie. This is Alexa, Riley’s sister?”

“Oh, yeah, uh, hi, Alexa.”

Alexa!? Why was she calling me? She was a junior in high school, 16 years old — cute and blonde and sexy, but way out of my league.

“Hey, so, um, how ya doin’?” she said.

“Oh, fine, you know, just chillin’. Just finished my homework.”

“Yeah, I know what you mean. I’ve got a ton, too. I hate it. Haven’t done mine yet, though.”

I couldn’t understand what was going on. Why was this hot girl, so much more grown up than me, calling to chat like we were old friends? I’d only met her a couple of times before.

“So, um, Julie, can I ask you something?”

“Yeah, sure, I guess.”

“Well, it’s just, like, um… Riley told me something, and I wanted to ask you about it.”

Uh-oh, I thought, I hope this isn’t trouble. Riley and I had done some pretty exciting things together, extremely intimate things. She’d even watched me have sex with Kate. Was the girl’s big sister about to come down on me for that? She didn’t sound angry, though, not at all. So maybe that wasn’t it.

“Okay,” I said, swallowing nervously.

“So, I mean, she told me about this game you guys play over at your house, something about spies or whatever. I didn’t really understand it all, but it sounded like fun. Do you know the game I mean?”

“Yeah, it’s, uh… it’s called Undercover Spy.”

“Right, that’s it. Undercover Spies. And, um, anyway, Riley told me you guys were maybe gonna play it again this weekend, on Saturday night? And I thought that, um, I know it’s kinda rude to just invite myself, but… is there any chance I could come and play too?”

Whoa! I couldn’t believe it! Alexa Crawford — Paula’s daughter, Riley’s sister, one of the hottest teenage girls ever — wanted to come over to our house and play Undercover Spy!

For several seconds, I was speechless.

“Julie? You still there?” said Alexa.

“Oh, yeah, uh… sorry, I was just, um, but, yeah, sure, I think it’s fine if you want to come, if you want to, I’ll have to ask my mom, or tell her, I’m sure she won’t mind, it’ll be fine, we’d love it, if you want to.”

I knew I was babbling, but I couldn’t help it. Alexa Crawford! A high school girl! An actual, real-life blonde cheerleader! She was gonna let us take off her clothes and touch her body, all over everywhere, and —

But then I realized, did she truly understand what this meant?

“Um, just, one thing, Alexa…” I began, reluctantly. “I mean, how much did Riley tell you about the game? Do you know what the rules are and everything?”

“Yeah,” she giggled. “Well, I don’t know everything, maybe, but I do know that you, like, run around the house naked and stuff, chasing each other, right?”

“Uh-huh,” I said, “and sort of… wrestling, too, kind of. But I mean, just so you know. As long as you’re cool with it.”

“Yeah, I am. I think it’d be fun. I really want to play. And I know it’s rude, like I said, to just call up and invite myself. I understand if, you know…” she trailed off.

“No, it’s fine,” I rushed to reassure her. “I’m sure it’ll be fine. I’ll tell my mom, let her know you’re gonna be here. But don’t worry, we’d definitely love to have you. We really would.”

“All right. Awesome, I can’t wait. Thanks, Julie!”

“You’re welcome. Thanks for calling!”

“Okay, well, bye.”

“Bye.”

We hung up. I turned to look at Hannah, who’d been sitting cross-legged on the bed, listening to my half of the conversation.

“Oh my god,” I exclaimed. “Alexa’s coming!”

“Who’s Alexa?” Hannah had never met her.

“She’s Riley’s sister, her big sister. She’s in high school, a junior, I think. Oh my god, I can’t believe it. My sister is a genius.”

“Who? Which sister?”

“Kate! For thinking of this! For inventing this game, Kate is a genius. Because of her, I’ve been naked with all these cute young girls — and with some of their moms too, including your mom, your mum.”

Hannah was nodding and smiling.

“Now it’ll be Alexa,” I continued gushing, “along with all those other girls on Saturday. Twenty! That makes twenty! I can’t wait to tell Katie!”

My sister wasn’t home yet, though. It was the middle of basketball season, and she was at practice. She’d be home by dinner, and I’d tell her then.

“Still fancy snogging?” asked Hannah. “Or are ya too worked up over Alexa?”

“No, I do want to,” I leered, as I returned to the bed, pushing my friend down onto her back. “In fact, I’m so turned on that…”

Instead of finishing my sentence, I put my mouth over Hannah’s and kissed her deeply, our tongues playing.

We made love for the next hour, until it was time for her to go home — and this was frantic, urgent lovemaking, sizzling hot lesbian sex. That call from Alexa had set me on fire. I made Hannah come I don’t know how many times that afternoon, while enjoying several huge, wet orgasms of my own.

As she was kissing me goodbye at the front door, she whispered, “I’m so sore down there. Don’t know as I can walk that far.”

We both giggled. Her house was only two blocks away.

“But I don’t care, it was bloody marvelous. You can do that to me anytime.”

“Okay, I will,” I smiled. “Next time I see you.”

We kissed once more, and then she left.

* * *

And finally Friday arrived. Yes!

We enjoyed a pleasant dinner with Karen and Miranda and Miranda’s kids. It wasn’t anything fancy, just macaroni and cheese along with a green salad, but it was good. After quickly doing the dishes, we all went upstairs to Molly’s room, where we watched Miranda feed Jorge. She used a bottle this time, instead of a breast.

“I expressed the milk this morning,” she told us, adding with a wink, as she placed a hand on a plump tit, “I wanted to save what’s in here for tonight, for our games.”

Before the bottle was even empty, the baby was snoozing. Miranda said he would likely sleep for about six hours, until he got hungry again. She put him down, propping pillows all around to make sure he wouldn’t roll off the bed. Then we went to Mommy’s bedroom.

There were eleven of us there — four moms, including mine (Suzanne), plus Miranda, Dana, and Megan, along with two teenagers, Karen and me, and five younger kids, Kate, Molly, Chelsea, Samantha, and Marisol, Miranda’s little girl. I knew it was going to be an orgy, or I expected it was, at any rate. I wasn’t sure how it would start, though, since none of us except for Karen and Marisol had ever had sex with Miranda. Sometimes things like that would take a while to get rolling when it was the first time for some people. I was becoming quite an expert on lesbian orgies!

However, once we were inside the room, Mommy said, without hesitation, “Everyone take off your clothes, okay? I really want to look at you. That’s all right with you, isn’t it, Miranda?”

“Sure, it’s just fine, sounds good to me,” smiled the short, dark-haired woman, as she reached behind her back to pull down a zipper on her dress.

I got the feeling this had been planned in advance, that my mother and Miranda already had discussed it, maybe talked to one another on the phone earlier that day. Anyway, it didn’t matter. I was perfectly happy to get nude, and I always loved looking at other naked women and girls.

We quickly began stripping. Our things were tossed aside, with nothing placed on hangers or carefully folded. That was not a priority. Nudity and sex, kinky sex, that was what we wanted!

I had seen everyone else unclothed before, of course, many times. I’d admired their bodies and made love to them. But this was my first opportunity to see Miranda naked, and Marisol as well. So, as I took off my own dress, and my panties and bra, I kept my eyes glued to the mother and daughter. Miranda saw me watching them, and gave me a wink.

When we were all nude, Mommy said, “What I’d like to do tonight is to start simply by looking. This is something I’ve talked with Julie about before, the joy of looking. So, let’s take a few minutes to just appreciate each other’s lovely bodies, all right? Um, how about if we form a circle, in order of height. Megan, you’re the tallest, so you stand here. I would be next, I guess, and then maybe Karen or Julie — which of you is taller? — anyway, everyone line up, a nice big circle. That’s right, there you go…”

Fortunately, the master bedroom was fairly large, with an open space between the bed and the walk-in closet where we could make the circle. We still had to crowd in kind of tightly, shoulder to shoulder, but no one seemed to mind that. I certainly didn’t. We decided Karen was slightly taller than me, and my sister Kate a hair shorter, so I stood between the two of them. After Kate, it was Miranda, then Dana, Molly, Samantha, Marisol, Chelsea, and finally back again to Megan and my mom.

“Very good, very nice,” Mommy nodded, her gaze moving slowly around the ring of naked women and girls.

It really was quite a sight to see. From 7-year-olds with totally flat chests and no hips, to somewhat older girls, just entering puberty, with tempting breast buds, to an older teenager, Karen, almost fully developed, and then the luscious grown women, the mothers. A whole range of variation — different body styles, hair coloring, skin tones, ages — I didn’t know where to look first! My eyes darted from one to another, wanting to take in everything all at once.

“Take your time,” said my mom, as if reading my mind. “Just look at each person, take a good long look. Ask yourself what you like best about them. When you look at her, where do your eyes go first? What draws your attention? What is it that makes you want to… get closer to her, touch her, maybe kiss her?”

With those instructions, our assignment of looking became much more than academic: it was sensual, almost voyeuristic, and highly arousing — which, of course, is what my mother intended.

We stood for a long time in that circle, several minutes at least, without speaking, simply looking. And it was a thrilling experience, intensely erotic. The longer I examined all the women and girls, thinking about what attracted me to this one or that one and imagining what I’d like to do with each of them, the more excited I became. I felt my pussy getting wet, a sense of heaviness, of fullness inside. My nipples grew hard, throbbing, aching to be touched, licked, sucked.

I wasn’t the only one. Others seemed to be affected the same way. I saw breath coming quicker, chests rising and falling. I heard soft moans. Some around me were licking their lips, especially the women.

And then I saw something really amazing.

I’d been studying Miranda, gazing at her full, round breasts. I admired her face too, so pretty, those beautiful big brown eyes, her small nose, red lips, dark curly hair. Between her legs she had a bush, not shaved or closely trimmed like the other women. I couldn’t be sure from where I stood, but I thought that perhaps I could detect beads of moisture gleaming in her tangled pubic hair. It made me want to get a closer view, much closer, spread her legs apart, open her pussy lips, take a good long look inside. Mmm, so hot. Even her stretch marks turned me on, something that normally might not. But the faint lines on her hips and on her boobs somehow made her seem like more of a woman to me, more sexual, more desirable.

As I stared at her bulging breasts, that’s when I saw the thing that startled me, surprised me, amazed me. At the tip of each nipple, a milky white droplet had formed — and in front of my eyes, I watched those drops slowly grow larger, heavier, then drip away, falling to the floor.

“Fuck,” I heard my mother say.

She was staring at Miranda too, her eyes wide. “Fuck,” she repeated. “That is so fucking hot.”

Some of the younger girls giggled. This was the first thing anyone had said in a while, and it was quite the provocative statement.

So, that’s how it began. The circle broke up. We all gravitated toward Miranda, toward her breasts, the milk drawing us in, calling to us.

The kinky incestuous lesbian orgy was about to get underway.

Continue on to Chapter 125

By Naughty Mommy

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“Cor blimey,” panted Kelsey, as she licked her lips, grinning at Hannah and me. She brushed a few dark strands of hair from her face, then said, “Don’t know if ever I’ve come so bloody hard. Does a woman good to be with young ones like you, truly it does.”

The woman was standing in front of us, running her hands all over her sweaty body. Her legs were gleaming wet, coated with her own fluids.

Hannah and I were seated side by side on the sofa, still breathing heavily after our own orgasms. Lauren, who had retrieved the vibrating wand when Hannah dropped it, then switched the toy off and left it on the table, was next to Kelsey, a hand on her cousin’s shoulder. The blonde was smiling down at us too.

We were all naked, of course, and had just completed a fabulous round of group masturbation while watching lesbian porn, capped with the mother of all pussy squirts — from Hannah’s own mother!

“Now, though, chicks, might be best if the two of you pop into the shower, eh?” Kelsey said. “Scrub some of that stuff from you, then kip down.”

Take a shower?? That wasn’t what I wanted. I’d thought that maybe when we got done playing with ourselves, we would progress to playing with each other — but it wasn’t to be. Not yet, anyway. And what the heck did ‘kip down’ mean?

“Right, Mum,” Hannah nodded, showing no sign that she might still want more, as I did.

After taking a deep breath, my cute friend got to her feet, a bit unsteadily. With a smile, she kissed her mother’s cheek. “Thanks a lot for doing this. Love you.”

“Love you too, pet,” said Kelsey, giving her daughter a little hug, patting her behind.

I got up as well and said goodnight to Lauren and to Kelsey. Hannah and I gathered our clothes from the carpet, where we’d left them earlier, then walked down the hall to her bedroom.

“God, I’m knackered,” Hannah said, as soon as we were through the door. The redhead tossed her things toward the closet, where they ended up again in a pile on the floor.

“Yeah, I’m tired too,” I said, even though I really wasn’t. I could understand, however, why she might be worn out — after having who knows how many orgasms in a row with that vibrator pressing against her clit.

Then I remembered something. “What did she mean by ‘kip down’? What does that mean?”

Hannah smiled, “It just means go to bed, get ready for bed.”

“Oh, okay.”

“Let’s do the shower. I am kinda sticky.”

“All right.”

We cleaned up, helping each other wash and doing a little bit of playful touching, but not that much. I could tell that Hannah really was exhausted, and I didn’t want to press her just to fulfill my own needs.

Then we got in bed, nude. She lay on her back in the dark and I lay on my side, facing her. The girl’s eyes were closed, and she was breathing softly, not quite asleep, perhaps, but getting there. I kissed her cheek. She smiled, but didn’t open her eyes.

I turned onto my back, thinking about the many things that had happened that Saturday evening: playing Undercover Spy with Cadence, posing nude for her and Hannah while they drew detailed pictures of my pussy, then masturbating to orgasm right in front of them, then watching Cadence get herself off humping her teddy bear, and then getting caught by the girl’s mother with my fingers in my pussy — it made me smile when I thought about that, remembering how scared I’d been — trying to flirt with Judith and Lynn but not having much success, at least not as much as I wanted, then coming back to Hannah’s house and getting naked again and looking at porn along with Lauren and Kelsey and masturbating with them, and finally that incredible big finish, watching Kelsey fuck herself with her fingers and spray pussy juice all over us. So unbelievable and so hot!

By then, naturally, I was masturbating, massaging my clit as I replayed all those exciting activities in my mind. I wasn’t really close yet, but it wouldn’t take long if I wanted to come. Which I definitely did. I’d had two orgasms at Lynn’s apartment, and another about a half hour earlier on the sofa in the living room at Hannah’s, but I still wanted more. Just one more.

I pushed a finger into my vagina. It felt smooth and soft inside, feathery, fluffy, but also moist and slippery, and very warm, almost hot. I truly love fucking myself.

One hand on my clit, and that finger sliding up inside me, spreading my legs, reaching a little deeper, looking for my G-spot, and finding it — oh my god, so good — then pressing, pressing, rubbing, stroking — yes, yes, clit getting so hard — ready, ready, ready — NOW!!

I came, shuddering, trying not to be too loud and wake Hannah, but unable to prevent myself from causing the bed to shake. My stomach muscles clenched again and again as spasms of ecstasy shot through me. I stifled my usual cries, managing to utter no more than a few passionate groans.

When I finished, panting, trying to catch my breath, I slowly the drew the juicy finger out of my cunt and brought it to my face. I sniffed it first, savoring the aroma, then rubbed a little of the sticky wetness on my lips.

As I started to lick the finger, I heard a soft voice. “Give us a taste then.”

It was Hannah, of course. I giggled and said, “Sorry, did I wake you?”

“Not really. I was sorta half asleep, but listening too. You’re so hot. C’mon, give us a taste.”

“Okay.”

Turning partway on my side, I held the finger in front of her lips. Hannah extended her tongue, licking, then took my hand in hers and pulled it closer, sucking my finger into her mouth.

“Mmm,” she sighed, her eyes still closed. And that was all she said. After a few more seconds of sucking, she relaxed, letting my hand go. I kissed her cheek and gently kissed her lips, but she didn’t really respond. She was gone.

I lay awake a while longer, wondering if I might hear Lauren and Kelsey having noisy sex, and if I did, wondering whether I would want to get up and go down the hall and listen more closely. I never heard anything, though. Either they didn’t have sex, or were quiet doing it, or perhaps I simply fell asleep. That was all I knew until next morning.

* * *

It’s strange, how people are sometimes.

After I woke the next day, with sunlight streaming in though the half-opened curtains at Hannah’s bedroom window, and took a look at my friend, who appeared to be fast asleep, I got out of bed to go to the bathroom. Opening the door, I immediately smelled coffee and heard the soft chatting of Kelsey and Lauren in the kitchen.

I relieved myself, then went back in the bedroom and put on a clean pair of panties. I debated about putting on a t-shirt, but chose not to. I wanted to be bold. Leaving the room, I strode down the hall and into the kitchen, my small, still-conical breasts on display.

What was odd, however, was the reaction of the two women to my partial nudity. They reacted almost not at all, smiling and saying, “Good morning,” while giving appreciative glances to my chest, but not staring or anything like that.

“Would you like some juice? You don’t drink coffee, do you?” asked Lauren. “Or are you hungry now, ready for breakfast?”

“No, um… just a little juice is fine, thanks,” I said.

Kelsey winked at me, letting her eyes roam over my body, but this wasn’t any more than she’d done the previous mornings when I’d been in their kitchen — wearing panties and a t-shirt — and perhaps it was even less.

Hannah got up fairly early, for her, only about fifteen minutes later. When she came in to join us for breakfast, she did have a shirt on, along with ‘knickers’, and just grinned slightly as she took in my lack of attire. She and I ate cereal, the moms had toast with jam, and we talked about stupid stuff, like school and work and all that. Nobody even mentioned what had happened the night before!

People are strange. There’s a song about that, isn’t there?

Anyway, after we got done eating, Lauren told us she had things to do. She was leaving the next morning on one of her fairly frequent business trips and needed to finish preparing the material she was planning to present in a training session.

Kelsey said she and Hannah were going out to do some Christmas shopping in a little bit, and asked if I’d like to come along. After politely declining, I went to the bedroom and put the rest of my clothes on. I said goodbye, got some warm kisses and hugs, then walked home.

* * *

That day I made a decision.

I decided it was time to move to the next step with Hannah, to tell her everything about our family and see how she would react. She already knew about me and Kate, but now I wanted to tell her the rest — about how great it was having hot sex with my mom, and with Molly, and with Dana and Chelsea too. As I’ve said all along, I was pretty sure Hannah would be excited by this, that it would turn her on.

Of course, the main thing I wanted was not simply to share that information, but to encourage her to do all those things with her own family as well, with her mum and Lauren and Lindsey. I really wanted that to happen, and I wanted to see it happen — I wanted to be there the first time Hannah made love with her mother, and watch them do it. That would be fantastic.

How to orchestrate all that was the big question. I figured, though, that it would be best to start off by having a conversation with Hannah about the benefits of lesbian incest, and then I’d see where things went from there. But when should I do that?

Christmas was coming in a few weeks, so we’d have some time off from school. That might be a good opportunity for me to at least to initiate the discussion and see what happened. If I wasn’t able to do it before then, I promised myself that by the time Christmas arrived, Hannah would know everything there was to know about me and my mom and my sisters having sex with each other.

I obtained permission from my mother. That was not a problem. She was fine with my talking to Hannah and sharing all our naughty secrets. Like me, she was eager to get to the next level with their family, not just to flirt and kiss, but to fuck them all, have an incestuous lesbian orgy with them.

You should have seen Mommy’s eyes when we were discussing it. As she contemplated having sex with Hannah, and especially with 9-year-old Lindsey, and also watching Kelsey and Lauren have sex with their daughters, she just about went nuts. She shoved her hand down inside her slacks, into her panties, and rubbed her clit and fucked her cunt and brought herself to orgasm in almost no time at all.

This happened at lunch that same day, Sunday, after I got home and thought about things for a little while and then brought up the topic with my mom as we sat at the kitchen table eating tuna sandwiches. Kate was with us too. Dana and Chelsea and Molly were off somewhere with Megan and Samantha, so it was just the three of us.

We talked about Hannah and her family. I told my mother and my sister what had happened the night before, how we’d watched porn and masturbated together, and how Kelsey had squirted on us. By then, my mom had put her half-eaten sandwich down and unbuttoned her slacks and started playing with herself. Kate and I grinned at each other as our mother got that wild look in her eyes. We finished our sandwiches while Mommy climaxed, then took the rest of her clothes off and had sex with her on the kitchen table.

Nothing too unusual happened the rest of that day. After our fun lunch, we resumed doing chores or reading or just generally relaxing.

Dana and Megan and the kids came back from Christmas shopping just before dinner. We ate spaghetti, and then, even though it was a school night, Mommy said it would be okay for us to play around for a while — as long as we were done by 8:30 so Samantha and Chelsea could get home and the rest of us could get to bed.

We had a nice little orgy, lots of pussy-licking and fingering and kissing and tribbing and face-sitting, three grown women and five girls from age 7 to 13. I think I came maybe half a dozen times, if not more. A very pleasant way to wrap up the weekend.

* * *

I remembered something else the next day, Monday, that I wanted to talk with my mom about. Lynn — Ms. Firth — had told me her parents were deceased, and now that she was divorced from her husband, the only real family she had was her daughter Cadence.

“Mom?” I began, during our dinner that night. We were enjoying Zucchini Tortellini, an easy but delicious meal my mother had taught me to make.

“Yes, honey?”

“Um, I was thinking. You know Ms. Firth?”

“Yes?”

“Well, she doesn’t really have any family, anyone to have Christmas dinner with or anything like that. So I was wondering if maybe we should invite her and her daughter over here, to spend the holiday with us. What do you think?”

“What do you mean by ‘spend the holiday with us’?”

“Well, I mean, they might want to open their presents and stuff on Christmas morning by themselves, I guess. But then, maybe after that, later in the day, we could ask them to come over here, like for dinner. Wouldn’t that be nice?”

“Yes, it might be,” my mother grinned. “But is eating dinner with them the only thing you were thinking about? Or is there something else you might like to eat?”

“Cadence’s pussy,” I admitted, blushing and giggling. My sisters, Kate and Molly and Dana and Chelsea, giggled too.

“How old is Cadence?” Dana asked.

“Um, she’s 10,” I told her.

“Yummy,” smiled Dana, licking her lips.

“Well,” said Mommy, “I don’t think that’s a bad idea at all, Julie. Would you like me to call and invite them? Or would you rather do that yourself?”

“No, I think you should call them. That’ll give you a chance to talk with Ms. Firth, Lynn, and maybe get to know her better.”

“All right, I’ll do that. Keep in mind, though, that Grandpa Ray and Grandma June will be here too. They’re coming on the 23rd and will stay until the 26th.”

Kate gave a loud groan, but a sharp look from Mommy quickly silenced her. Grandpa Ray was my mother’s father, and Grandma June his third wife. (Her real mother had died young, when our mom was still a teenager.) They were nice enough people, I suppose, in their own way, but none of us kids ever liked them that much. Fortunately, they didn’t visit very often and didn’t stay too long when they did.

“So, the point is,” Mommy continued, “we won’t be able to do all those things you want to do with Cadence and her mom, even if they’re willing, at least not on Christmas. That is, unless you guys can think of a clever way to get your grandma and grandpa to go away and leave us alone for a couple of hours that day.”

She said this last part with a wink and a smile, aimed at Katie. Then she got up from her chair and went to the phone, calling Lynn to extend the invitation. By that time, dinner was over, so Dana and Kate began cleaning up, taking care of the dishes. Since I’d done the cooking, I was off the hook.

I went and stood by my mom, listening while she talked with Lynn. She put her hand on my bottom, rubbing and squeezing it through the thin cotton dress I was wearing. I didn’t have any panties on. Soon my mother had her hand underneath my dress, fondling my butt, then sliding around to play with my pussy.

It was pretty amazing to hear her carry on this seemingly normal conversation with one of my teachers while at the same she was stroking my clit and then pushing her finger between my labia, finding my slippery wetness. I wrapped my arms around her, kissing her neck, pressing my body against hers as she finger-fucked me.

I didn’t reach climax. The call didn’t last long enough for that, but oh my god, it was so hot. I wanted to grab the phone and tell Ms. Firth exactly what was going on. I didn’t do that, of course, but can you imagine what she might have thought if I’d told her my mom had her finger inside my cunt?

Anyway, Mommy hung up, informed me that they had accepted the invitation to have Christmas dinner with us, then slid her finger out of my vagina and raised to her mouth, sucking on it. I kissed her, and we shared the delicious taste of my pussy.

As our long, wet kiss came to an end, she looked into my eyes and sighed, “Mmm, too bad it’s a school night, huh? Oh well, the weekend will come soon enough.” Then she went into the kitchen to help with the cleanup.

Later that night, however, when Kate and Molly were already asleep, and just after I’d finished reading a terrific mystery novel by Margaret Millar, setting it on the bedside table and turning off the lamp, my door came open. Mommy entered the room. She was nude.

Without a word, she climbed into bed and began kissing me. The only thing she said, about ten minutes later, when I was naked too and she was on top of me, rubbing her pussy against mine, bringing me right to the brink of an orgasm, was, “Fuck the rules.” And then I came.

Continue on to Chapter 124

By Naughty Mommy

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As I slowly came down from my tremendous orgasm, I opened my eyes to find Hannah and Cadence staring at me.

We were sitting on the floor in Cadence’s bedroom, all three of us nude. I was on my knees, panting heavily, hands clamped tightly between my thighs. Warm, sticky juices oozed from my throbbing, pulsating cunt, soaking my fingers.

“Wow,” sighed Cadence, “you’re even wetter now.”

“She always comes so bloody hard,” Hannah commented. “I adore watching her.” The redhead was playing with herself now too, gently caressing her mound.

I managed to get my breathing mostly under control and tried my best to relax — but I was still quivering with residual spasms and as each one struck, my legs would squeeze together around my hands, stimulating my clit. I knew that if I wanted to, I could make myself come again almost instantly. I was right on the edge, ready to ride the wave.

But then Cadence said, “You guys wanna watch me? I can show you how I do it, with my teddy. Okay?”

Without waiting for an answer, she jumped up and grabbed a plush teddy bear that was on her pillow. She looked at him, smiling, then turned to us. “Sometimes at night I kiss him,” she giggled, “but what I like most is to lay on top of him, like this.”

The 10-year-old positioned the bear in the middle of her bed, between her legs, and then lay down on her tummy. She was propped up on her elbows.“You both said you like watching, right? So you wanna watch me?” Her face glowed, brown eyes shining with excitement.

“Sure,” I nodded, “go ahead. It’ll be fun to watch.”

While scooting closer to the bed, I raised one hand to my face, smelling my fingers, then licked them, enjoying the taste of my pussy. Cadence observed this, and licked her own lips, then turned her attention back to the bear between her legs. She reached down and shifted it slightly, finding a better position, and began to rock on top of it.

Hannah moved in closer too. She was rubbing herself more urgently now. Together we knelt beside the girl’s bed, the child we were supposed to be babysitting, and watched her hump her teddy bear. I squeezed my thighs together, but didn’t use my fingers yet. I wanted to come again, but not too quickly. What I was hoping is that we could reach climax all at the same time.

Cadence’s eyes were closed, face pinched as she concentrated on the feelings. She slid up and down, moving a little faster, and then faster still, her small bottom clenching with each thrust. My god, it was so incredibly erotic. I wanted to reach out and touch the girl, but I was afraid that might distract her, interrupt her focus, so I didn’t.

But I whispered, “Cadence, tell me when you’re getting close to… you know, the really nice part, okay? I want to try to come at the same time as you.”

“God, yes, me too,” added Hannah.

“Okay,” Cadence gasped, her voice a tiny squeak. “It’ll be… a minute… um… a minute… maybe… pretty soon…”

Now I did put my hand between my legs again, teasing my clit. I wrapped my other arm around Hannah’s waist, hugging my friend, pulling her close. Her thigh felt warm next to mine. I glanced at her, and she glanced at me. The young teen’s fingers were moving very quickly between her legs. She was breathing hard, her chest rising and falling, small nipples standing erect. Hannah smiled at me and licked her lips, then we both looked back at Cadence.

She was really humping fast now, fucking that little teddy bear as hard as she could. As I watched, I felt a sudden surge from deep inside, a hot flush running through my body — I shivered and shook — but this wasn’t a full orgasm, not yet, only a delicious pre-climax. I knew, though, that the real thing wasn’t far away. If I could just hold on a few seconds longer…

Cadence began to squeal. Her face was deep red. She went rigid, then shuddered several times, gasping and groaning. Next to me, I felt Hannah jerking as well. She wasn’t loud when she climaxed, but I knew for sure that she was coming.

I let myself go too. Only a few quick strokes on my clit, and then — ecstasy.

* * *

“My, oh, my… can you beat that!”

The voice shocked me, frightened me. Opening my eyes, I looked wildly around. Standing in Cadence’s doorway was Lynn, the little girl’s mother. Just behind her, peering around her shoulder, was another woman, presumably Judith, Lynn’s date.

Oh my god! What should I do? I’d been caught red-handed — wet-handed — in the worst possible circumstances, playing sex games with a child. This could be disastrous!!

But I needn’t have worried. Lynn was smiling as she slowly shook her head, gazing at each of us. “My oh my,” she said again. Then she chuckled, “When the cat’s away, the kittens will play.”

Cadence raised her head. After she finished her climax, she’d collapsed on top of her teddy bear, nearly unconscious. Now looking sleepy-eyed, she grinned at her mother. “Hi, Mommy. How come you’re home?”

I was frozen in place, my hands between my legs. I didn’t know what to do, so I didn’t do anything at all. Hannah appeared flustered too, her eyes wide as she brushed her long, wavy, copper-colored hair away from her face and stared up at the two women.

“Judith, I guess I should introduce you,” said Lynn. “That’s my daughter, Cadence, on the bed. The ginger here is Hannah, and the other girl, the pretty one who looks so scared, is Julie. Kids, I’d like you to meet my friend, Judith. Please say hello.”

It amazed me that Lynn was being so casual about everything. Had she expected to find us this way? Could that be why she’d come home early that night, maybe hoping to discover us masturbating, or doing even more? Is that what she wanted?

“Um, hello, Judith. Hiya, Lynn,” said Hannah.

“Hi,” nodded Cadence, as she sat up naked on the bed.

I was still tongue-tied, and didn’t say a word.

Seeing my distress, Lynn smiled warmly at me. “It’s all right, Julie, don’t be worried. I’m not upset. You girls are just being girls, having fun. It’s fine, everything’s fine.”

“Okay, well, uh… hello, uh, Judith,” I managed to stammer.

“Hello, Julie,” the woman nodded as she stepped a little farther into the room. She was younger than I thought she would be, probably not much more than 20. Turning to the others, she said, “Hi, Cadence. Hello, Hannah.”

Judith was wearing a shiny pink mini-skirt, very short, along with strappy black heels and black fishnet stockings. Her legs were not that great, kind of thick, but her face was pretty, and she certainly was sexy. Her big boobs were practically spilling out of her tight, low-cut top, and she wore a lot of makeup, bright red lipstick, heavy eye-liner, dark eye shadow. Hannah might have said she looked “tarty,” but I thought she looked hot. I wanted to fuck her.

That’s when I realized I was feeling better, not so frightened any more. I smiled at Lynn, “You’re right, we were just playing, and, uh, and having fun.”

“Yes, I can see that. All right, kids, why don’t you put some clothes on now… Cadence, just your jammies. I’m going to fix drinks for Judith and myself, and you girls can have Cokes or something, all right?”

She turned and left the room. Before following her out, Judith gave me a broad, flirty wink, its meaning clear. She could tell I was attracted to her.

I was a bit disappointed, though. Put our clothes on? I didn’t want to do that! After getting over my fear and embarrassment, my lust was in high gear again. I was ready for sex!

Hannah got to her feet and started toward the door. We’d left our things on the floor of Lynn’s closet. If we were going to get dressed, we’d have to go in there.

“Wait,” I said. “I have a better idea.”

“What do you mean?” Hannah frowned.

“Let’s wait a minute, and then… and then we’ll just all go out there naked, okay?”

“But she told us to get dressed.”

“I know, but — I don’t think that’s what she really wanted. Trust me on this, I’ve got a strong feeling. We’ll wait a minute, and then go out there just like we are. Is that okay with you, Cadence?”

“I guess so,” the girl shrugged.

“Wow,” said Hannah. “You are cheeky.”

“Uh-huh,” I giggled.

After a few more seconds, I stood up and took Cadence’s hand. She climbed off the bed, and I led her out of the room, Hannah following behind. Together we walked naked into the living room of the small apartment.

We found Judith sitting in the room’s only armchair with her legs crossed, the short pink skirt riding up nearly to her crotch. She smiled when she saw what we were wearing — or not wearing.

Lynn was in the kitchen. We couldn’t see her, but we could hear her voice, along with the sound of ice cubes falling into glasses. “I did the same sort of things too,” she said, “when I was a girl. It doesn’t bother me. How about you? Did you play around like that?”

I took a seat on the sofa, right in the middle. Hannah and Cadence sat on either side of me.

Without taking her eyes off us, Judith answered Lynn, calling into the kitchen, “Yes, I did, definitely. I played around a lot with my girlfriends. Still do.”

As Lynn came into the living room carrying two tumblers filled halfway with an amber liquid, her eyes went wide. “Well, uh, hello girls,” she chuckled, handing one of the drinks to Judith. “Why don’t you make yourselves comfortable?”

I knew she didn’t expect a reply to that, so I just slid forward a bit on the sofa, opening my legs, letting them see my pussy.

Lynn licked her lips as she gazed at me, then settled on the arm of the chair Judith was sitting in, raising one knee higher than the other. Her short skirt hiked up, and we could easily see that she wasn’t wearing any underwear. I didn’t know if she’d had panties on when she left the apartment, but she certainly didn’t now.

She held her glass close to her friend’s, saying with a smile, “Let’s drink to the fun of being a girl.”

“Hear, hear,” agreed Judith. The women clinked and drank, grinning as their eyes roamed over our naked bodies. What would happen next?

Argh! Nothing happened. Or at least nothing happened that I wanted to happen.

They drank their drinks and looked at us, and we sat on the sofa and looked back at them. We never received the Cokes Lynn had offered earlier. Apparently that was forgotten. And no one spoke for a while either. It was just sitting and looking and drinking.

Finally, Cadence said, “How come you came home so early tonight, Mom?”

“Well,” Lynn began, after draining her glass and smacking her lips, “Judith and I had a nice dinner, and then we drove to one of the clubs where we were planning to go dancing. But as we sat there in the parking lot and talked, we decided not to bother with the crowds. Both of us, I think, were eager to get home and see what might happen here.”

“Uh-huh,” Judith nodded, leering at us, “very eager.”

“So, here we are,” said Lynn. “But now I think it’s time we called your mother, Hannah, and sent you girls home. I’ll pay you for the full night, okay? Even though we got back early.”

This was not what I wanted to hear, not at all. But I didn’t know how to change the situation. I wasn’t really bold enough to openly defy her, or to try to throw myself at them or something. So I just meekly went along. That “strong feeling” I’d bragged about earlier must have been wrong.

Feeling frustrated and a little chagrined, I followed Hannah down the hall to Lynn’s bedroom, where she and I retrieved our clothes and put them on. She used her cell phone to call her mom, asking her to come and pick us up, and then we went back to the living room.

Cadence had her jammies on now, and was sitting by her mother on the sofa. Judith was still in the armchair. The women’s drinks had been refreshed.

I took a seat on the sofa next to Cadence. The little girl leaned over, resting her head on my shoulder. Hannah sat on the floor beside us.

I looked at Judith, and she returned my gaze. It really seemed to me that we were thinking the same thing — that we badly wanted to have sex with each other. Perhaps I was misreading the situation, though. It could be that not all women want to fuck 13-year-old girls. Maybe only some of them do.

In any case, I never had sex with Judith. In fact, I never saw her again. We all sat there and chatted for a few minutes about meaningless stuff, until we heard a car horn honking outside. It was Hannah’s mother.

After Lynn paid us generously, and we got hugs and kisses from Cadence, we said goodbye to them and left. Walking out to the car with my fists clenched, I vented my frustration. “Damn it!”

“What’s a matter?” asked Hannah.

“It’s just, I really — I really wanted more.”

“You can still shag me…”

“I know.” I took her hand and squeezed it, smiling at my friend. “Thanks. I might just do that.”

We got in the car. Kelsey asked us if everything had gone okay, and we told her it was fine.

On the way back, I kept thinking about what had just happened… what had gone wrong? Not that anything had really gone wrong, but it also hadn’t turned out quite the way I wanted. What could I have done differently?

There were no good answers that I could find. It didn’t seem I could have done anything to change the outcome. All I could do is hope that maybe the next time would be different. What I didn’t know as we drove along is that something very unexpected was about to take place after we got to Hannah’s and Kelsey’s house.

Kelsey pulled into the driveway and turned off the engine. “Right, then, here we are,” she said. “Let’s go in and have some fun.”

I wasn’t sure what she meant by that, but it became clear as soon as we got inside. We found Lauren in the living room, sitting on the sofa. Except she wasn’t simply sitting there — she was naked, watching porn, and masturbating! The blonde was using a cordless vibrating wand on her pussy, and it looked like she must have been right in the middle of an orgasm when we came into the room.

Lauren was slumped on the sofa, legs spread wide, both hands holding the vibrator against her cunt. She grunted heavily, her body shaking. On the TV screen we saw images of a woman and a teenage girl in bed, both nude, the girl eating the woman’s pussy.

Kelsey set down her purse, took off her jacket, and then immediately began undressing!

“Lindsey’s out tonight,” she told us, “at a sleepover with one of her little friends. Likely doing some naughty things of their own, I’ll wager, just as me and Lauren did when we was kids.”

She’d removed her blouse, and was unzipping her skirt. I stared at the woman. Her boobs were large, with thick, dark nipples. I could see them plainly, because the bra she wore was transparent. Kelsey stepped out of her skirt and put it aside. Her shoes were already off, so now all she had on were a bra and panties. The undies, or ‘knickers’, as she would have called them, were transparent too, and I could see the dark triangle of her pubic hair, closely trimmed.

Kelsey smiled at us. “Thought we might play a little tonight, just kissing, the way we talked about before at your house. Your mum wouldn’t object, would she, Julie?”

I somehow managed to find my voice. “No, uh, I’m sure she wouldn’t. She… we, we like kissing.”

“Uh-huh, I know you do, and we do as well.” The plump brunette reached behind her back and undid her bra, letting it fall away. “Do you poppets want to get undressed? Mind, you don’t have to if you don’t want. You can just watch, if that’s what you fancy — or join in, it’s all up to you.”

I looked at Hannah. Her big brown eyes were even bigger than usual. Apparently this was as much of a surprise to her as it was to me. She giggled and shrugged, and then without saying a word, we both started taking off our clothes. On the sofa, Lauren was climaxing again, loudly.

It didn’t take either me or Hannah very long at all to get naked. We left our clothing in a pile on the floor, then took each other by the hand and stepped closer to the women. Kelsey had removed her panties and was kneeling next to Lauren on the sofa. She rubbed her cousin’s chest, playing with her nipples, and then they kissed. Lauren still held the vibrator tightly between her legs, buzzing madly away.

I looked at the TV, at the porn video playing there. Another young girl had joined the two actresses on the bed. She wasn’t taking part yet, just masturbating as she watched the other pair, now locked in a ’69’.

“Dana made movies like that,” I blurted, not thinking before I said it, “when she was young, when she was 17.”

“Did she now?” said Kelsey, turning to smile at us. Lauren had taken the wand away from her clit and was gazing our way too, her eyes hooded, face flushed and shiny with sweat.

“Yeah, um,” I continued, “I don’t think she’d mind if I told you about that. I mean, like, I think we’re all gonna be pretty good friends, you know?”

“Yes, I should hope we will,” Kelsey winked. Then she went back to kissing Lauren.

“Let’s kiss as well, okay? You and me,” Hannah proposed, nodding toward the vacant spot on the sofa.

“Okay,” I agreed.

She and I sat down and right away Hannah put her arms around me, hooking one slender leg over mine. I thought for just a moment before we began kissing what a perfect body this girl had, and how lucky I was to be there with her, getting ready to make out — with her mom and her aunt right next to us!

Then Hannah’s lips were on mine, her tongue probing inside my mouth. God, I love kissing so much. It’s probably one of my ten favorite things to do sexually, hee-hee. We made out for what seemed like a long time, eyes closed, slim young forms pressing together.

I was vaguely aware that we weren’t alone, obviously, and yet somehow everything and everyone else appeared to fade away, with the only thing that mattered being this mouth, those lips, that warm body I was holding and caressing. Hannah and I sucked and licked and nibbled at one another’s lips, making nom-nom sounds, our tongues playing, both of us breathing harder, getting hot and sweaty…

Until we heard a voice. “Fancy trading off now?”

It was Kelsey, Hannah’s mother. The cute redhead and I giggled as we unwound ourselves from each other and wiped our mouths.

“Care for a bit of snogging with me, babe?” Kelsey asked, leering at me. She was standing in front of us, one hand on a breast, fondling the erect nipple, the other hand between her legs, stroking her pussy.

“Wow, Mum,” said Hannah. “You’re feelin’… hot tonight, eh?”

“I’ll say I am. Been thinking about kissing this one ever since the day we first met. Such a precious thing, she is.”

With a chuckle, Hannah scooted over on the sofa and climbed onto Lauren’s lap, straddling her.  As Kelsey took a seat next to me, Hannah grinned, “This is a first. Before we always had our clothes on or our jim-jams when we started kissing. First time doing it in the buff. It’s cracking!”

With that, she wrapped her arms around Lauren and began making out with her.

Kelsey and I watched them for a second or two before the woman turned to me. She smiled, then placed the tip of a finger on my lower lip, tenderly tracing along the edge. It made me catch my breath. The act was both blatantly erotic and yet seemingly so innocent.

“You like girls, do ya, Julie? Girls and women?” Kelsey asked in a soft voice.

“Uh-huh,” I nodded. “Yeah, I do.”

“Thought so. Could tell right from the start. It was just something… something in how you looked at me.”

How I looked at her, I thought — what about how she looked at me! I didn’t come right out and say that, but it was as if I had.

“I know,” Kelsey chuckled, “I was lookin’ at you the same way, since you first came round. Couldn’t help myself. And I knew you liked it — I knew, you know?”

I smiled at her. “Yeah, I know. I like looking at, um, at you too… and I like it when you look at me. I really like it.”

She touched my breast — but only the lightest stroking, the ends of her fingers drawing slowly up toward my nipple, which instantly sprang to full attention.

I shivered with excitement. Kelsey had said when we came into the house that it was “just kissing” we’d be doing. Did she have more in mind now?

Her fingers, after almost but not quite touching my straining, throbbing, rock-hard nipple, gently squeezed my breast. Then she moved the hand away, placing it behind my head, pulling me to her. Our mouths met. We kissed.

I made out with Kelsey while Hannah made out with Lauren. It was lovely. Then we traded off again. This time I was with Lauren. The pretty blonde’s way of kissing was different from her cousin’s, not as aggressive and slobbery, her tongue less active and her lips doing more of the work, nibbling and playing. Both kissing styles were delicious and highly arousing, just different.

When we finished the third round, Hannah said, “Mum, could we, um, would it okay if we, maybe, all of us… masturbate together?”

She was on her mother’s lap, straddling her, kneeling, with her arms still around Kelsey’s neck. It was exciting for me to see them together that way, the woman and her daughter both nude, their lips wet from kissing. So totally hot and sexy.

Kelsey grinned. “You really wanna do that?” she asked, raising one eyebrow.

Hannah nodded, head bobbing up and down, big brown eyes wide with anticipation.

Turning to me, Kelsey said, “What do you say, Julie? Would your mum approve? Or is that a line too far?”

I shrugged, “No, I, I mean, she’d be fine with it. She wouldn’t mind at all.”

“And can we watch some, you know, another movie while we do it?” Hannah asked. The video they’d been viewing earlier had reached the end while we were kissing. The TV screen was blank.

A second glance at me from Kelsey, this time with both eyebrows raised, served to pose another question, one I immediately answered. “My mom wouldn’t mind. She loves porn — lesbian porn.”

“Good,” Lauren chuckled, “we do too.”

“I’ll say we do,” added Kelsey with a laugh. “All right, poppets, let’s give it a go.”

While Lauren got up from the sofa to put a new disc in the DVD player, Kelsey patted Hannah’s bottom, as if asking the girl to climb off her. But Hannah had other ideas. “Can I stay on your lap?”

“On my lap? Whatcha mean, lamb?” asked the woman, evidently surprised.

“I mean, like this.”

I watched as Hannah deftly turned around so she was facing away from Kelsey and toward the TV, leaning back against her. She spread her legs apart. “Right, now we do it this way.”

Hannah took her mother’s hand in hers, pushing it down between their thighs. “Can you reach?” she asked.

“Ah, uh… yes, I can reach,” Kelsey replied, blushing.

“Good!” Hannah turned to me, flashing that radiant smile that lit up the room. I grinned back at her.

Lauren sat down again, next to me. I was in the middle of the short sofa between the two moms.

Aiming the remote, Lauren pressed a button and the video started. This one featured a big group of teenage girls. Presumably they were all 18 years old, or at least claimed to be, but most of them seemed to me only 15 or 16, at most. They were performing an exercise routine, aerobics, and doing it completely nude. There were seven girls, two blondes and five brunettes. Before long, of course, the exercise turned into sex.

Beside me, Lauren masturbated, using her fingers this time. The vibrating wand sat on a low table in front of us, switched off. Hannah and Kelsey were masturbating too. I tried to peek between their legs to see if they might be touching not only themselves but each other, except I couldn’t really tell. So I simply played with myself, one hand circling the opening to my vagina, teasing, sometimes dipping inside, exploring the warm, slippery wetness, while the other hand focused on my clit, gently massaging.

I was very aroused, obviously, but found it difficult to really get close to an orgasm. There was just so much to look at, and to think about! The apparently underage girls on the video, having hot lesbian sex — the pretty blonde on one side of me, panting and gasping, turning red, fingers moving fast between her legs — and on the other side, a woman and her 13-year-old daughter masturbating, with the girl on her mother’s lap!

Maybe I wasn’t getting close, but Lauren sure was. I got the feeling she was someone who could come easily and quickly at almost any time. She had her first orgasm within minutes after we started watching the video. Then she had a second one, not long after that. She groaned and grunted each time, her whole body shaking. I could smell her pussy, the strong, delicious aroma of her climaxes.

Shortly after Lauren came for the second time, Kelsey reached orgasm. She moaned, her voice climbing in pitch until it was almost a scream, “Coming! Coming!! COMING!!!” Hannah squealed in response — “Mummy!” — and then she was coming too.

Lauren still wasn’t finished. As Kelsey and Hannah slowly began to calm down, breathing heavily but gradually relaxing, the blonde had her third climax, the strongest one yet. “God! Fuck!” she exclaimed, her powerful tremors making the sofa jiggle beneath us.

What was most amazing, though, was that Lauren actually squirted. While still coming, she kept pumping her fingers deep inside her cunt — and then a stream of liquid shot out, splashing onto the carpet and on the coffee table as the woman gasped and groaned. It was so incredibly hot.

“Cor…” said Hannah. “I never saw that before. Except for online.”

Lauren shuddered a few more times, then took a deep breath and turned to us, smiling. Her face was flushed and shiny with sweat. “I can’t do it very often. Only when I’m really turned on.”

After bringing her hand to her mouth, licking and sucking the fingers that dripped with her tasty juices, she added, “You should see your mother, though. Talk about a gusher!”

That remark made Kelsey giggle. “Don’t tell her that, it ain’t proper. I’m her mum!”

Ignoring this half-hearted protest, Lauren continued, “We have plastic sheets we use in the bedroom sometimes, to save on laundry.”

She leaned forward over the coffee table, scooping up some of the spill with her fingers, tasting it. “Don’t know how we’ll ever get it out of the carpet. Such a naughty, dirty mess,” she chuckled.

“Mum, will you show us? I wanna see!” urged Hannah as she jumped to her feet.

Kelsey rolled her eyes. “No, I, I don’t think that’s such a good idea, pet.”

“Oh, come on, please? Why not? There’s nothing wrong with it.”

“I just dunno as I should. We… we may’ve done too much already.”

“Please, Mum? We can watch some more while you do it,” she said, pointing at the TV. “Look, the movie’s still going.”

On the screen, seven naked girls were rolling around on the floor, getting into every conceivable position, fingers and tongues going everywhere.

Hannah picked up the wand from the table. “I wanna try it with this, okay? Can I?”

“Well…” began Kelsey.

But her daughter didn’t wait for permission. She flicked the vibrator on and sat down on the sofa, squeezing between Lauren and me. As I started to scoot over to make more room, Kelsey stood up. At first, I thought this meant she was done, that she was going to bed — but I was wrong.

The curvy brunette turned toward us, standing just to the side so we could still see the video. She took her breasts in her hands, kneading them, pinching the erect nipples. As she licked her lips, she breathed, “So you wanna watch me, pet? You wanna see your mummy come?”

One hand slid down between her legs, rubbing the plump labia. Two fingers slipped inside. She spread her feet apart, opening her stance, and began to fuck her juicy cunt.

Hannah held the buzzing wand against her clit. Her eyes were on her mother’s pussy, watching closely as the woman fucked herself. Lauren was masturbating again, mostly looking at the TV, but also glancing from time to time at Kelsey. I didn’t know where to look — at Hannah, at Kelsey, at Lauren, at the porn video, or even down at my own pussy — so I just kept looking around everywhere as I played with myself.

The girls in the movie were in a big daisy chain, in a circle on the floor licking each other. I heard Lauren start to climax again as she watched them. Taking a quick look at the blonde, I saw a little spurt of juices splash out from between her legs.

“Fuck, yeah!” exclaimed Kelsey as she continued ramming two fingers in and out of her cunt.

“Mummy…” Hannah moaned. Her face was bright red, her whole body quivering. It looked liked she was almost ready to come as she watched her mother fuck herself.

And that was all it took for me.

I was the last to finally reach climax during that session, but I made up for it with a big one. It came on me unexpectedly. I’d continued playing with myself the whole time, and then suddenly, without warning, I exploded into orgasm. Usually there’s a buildup, but not this time. I went from halfway there to all the way in an instant.

My thighs clamped together around my hands, tremendous spasms of pleasure bursting from my center, shooting through me. I shuddered and groaned and writhed on the sofa, my eyes tightly shut. I couldn’t see anything, but I was able to hear Lauren coming again too, and I could feel Hannah next me, her body jerking wildly the way it did when she climaxed.

When I finally regained my vision, I found Kelsey standing directly in front of Hannah, blocking her view of the TV. I’m sure Hannah didn’t mind, though, because this was better than any video. There’s nothing hotter than seeing a sexy woman bring herself to orgasm — especially when it’s your own mother!

As the vibrator buzzed away, Hannah continued to tremble and shake, perhaps in an ongoing series of climactic peaks. Her mouth was slack, and she sometimes squeaked and occasionally gasped, but her eyes were wide open. She wasn’t going to miss this.

With one hand holding her pussy lips apart, Kelsey plunged the two middle fingers of her other hand in and out of her sopping vagina, faster and faster, deeper and deeper. “Wanna watch me, huh? Want Mummy to come for you?”

“Uh-huh, uh-huh,” Hannah managed to reply.

“Fucking come on you, fucking come on you,” Kelsey panted, her teeth clenched, sweat dripping from her face, palm slapping repeatedly against her cunt.

Then, all at once, she pulled her fingers out, screamed something unintelligible, and a spray of liquids arced from her pussy, splashing all over Hannah’s naked body. With barely a pause, Kelsey shoved her fingers inside again, pumped a few seconds longer, then yanked the fingers out — and another huge spray, even more than before, shot onto Hannah, splashing me as well this time, the woman shrieking in ecstasy.

Kelsey tried it once more, but didn’t get very much, only a dribble down her legs. It seemed every bit as pleasurable for her, though. She groaned and shook and swore, enjoying the orgasm… and I saw her smile too, evidently feeling no remorse at all over having shared such a messy, intimate, sexual experience with her young daughter.

Continue on to Chapter 123

By Naughty Mommy

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The following night, Monday night, I spent a couple of hours after dinner getting my journal up to date. I’d let it lapse a little bit, making only a few short entries since Kate and I returned from Lake Tahoe.

There was so much happening now, so many exciting things taking place — with Megan and Samantha, with Karen and probably also soon with Miranda and Marisol, with Hannah and hopefully with the rest of her family, not to mention Ms. Firth and Cadence, plus the possibility of getting Theresa and her daughter involved with us at some point too, along with Paula and her two girls — just so much stuff going on that I wanted to make sure I kept careful track of it. I vowed to write at least once a week in my journal, if not more often, so that nothing would get lost. Aren’t you glad I did?

It actually took three full nights of work before I was satisfied. The good thing was, of course, that as I thought about everything, checking over the previous notes I’d made, replaying all the stimulating experiences in my mind, I found myself in a nearly constant state of sexual arousal. I had a lot of wonderfully satisfying self-induced orgasms over those few days.

Anyway, let’s move forward. I have plenty to tell you about!

* * *

At the end of Art & Design class on Thursday, Ms. Firth took Hannah and me aside to ask if we could babysit again for her that weekend, on Saturday night. We both said we’d be happy to.

I was really glad it was Saturday she asked for, and not Friday, because I’d already made a commitment to Elaine Gallagher that I would take care of her kids on Friday night. Which I did, and it went fine. Not much more to say about that.

But the following night, Saturday, we arrived at the Firth’s apartment at 7:00, dropped off by Hannah’s mum, and went inside. Lynn — the name we called our teacher when we weren’t at school — was in a black leather miniskirt and a tight black sweater, her long silky hair hanging straight down her back. She also had on black high-heeled boots that came almost up to her knees. This was a different look for her, and super sexy. I liked it a lot.

She told us she had a date that evening with a young woman she’d recently met named Judith. They were planning to have dinner and then go dancing afterward. It was pretty clear to me that Lynn hoped there’d be some seduction involved, and perhaps some sex. That made me wonder if she might bring Judith back to the apartment, and then maybe Hannah and I would get to meet her — possibly watch them together, or even join in! Could that really happen? Probably not, but it sure was nice to fantasize about.

As we stood in the living room talking with Lynn about her date, and I imagined what might take place later than evening, I could feel my pussy getting wet, soaking my undies. I couldn’t stop looking at the woman’s big boobs. The form-fitting black sweater had a high neck, so no cleavage was on display, but it was very tight, and Lynn’s bra was thin enough that her hard nipples poked right through. Incredibly tempting.

Cadence was holding my hand. She was wearing short-shorts and a tiny, almost translucent baby blue crop top — revealing plenty of skin and drawing attention to her little breast buds. As with the first time I’d met her, I thought this seemed an unusually provocative way for a 10-year-old to dress, but I certainly wasn’t complaining! I squeezed her hand and let my eyes roam over her slender body. She smiled up at me.

“All right, I’m all set to go,” Lynn said. “Don’t want to keep Judith waiting too long.”

She went to a closet by the front door and pulled out a black leather jacket, slipping it on. “I’ll see you girls later. Bedtime for Cadence is 9:30. I should be back around midnight or so — unless I get lucky.” That last part was delivered with a salacious wink.

After giving her daughter a hug and a kiss, Lynn was gone. Now we’d get to play with Cadence!

“Let’s show her Undercover Spy, okay?” Hannah proposed right way.

“What’s Undercover Spy?” asked the little girl.

“Oh, um, it’s a game,” I said. “Kind of like hide and seek, but more complicated, and… more fun.”

“Okay, let’s play it,” she nodded.

“I’ll be the — or, uh, would you rather be the evil scientist, Hannah?” I asked.

“No, it’s fine, you can. Except we need to find a bottle, right? The secret formula.”

“Secret formula?” asked Cadence.

“Yeah, um, we need a plastic bottle,” I told her. “Like the kind you play house with. Or even a regular water bottle will do.”

“I have one,” the child said. She scampered down the hall and we followed her into her bedroom. After digging inside her toy chest for a minute, she turned and held up a small plastic bottle. It was red. That would be perfect. I took the bottle.

“Okay, so, this has the secret formula inside. I’m an evil scientist, and…” I delivered the usual explanation of the plot to rule the world, the two undercover spies, and the objective of the game — to take the bottle with the secret formula away from me, then get to her mother’s bed, Lynn’s bed, with it. Whoever did that first would win.

Now came the fun part. After turning off all the lights in the apartment and making sure the curtains were tightly closed, not allowing too much illumination in from outside, we went to Lynn’s room. She had a small walk-in closet, about half the size of my mother’s. I switched on the overhead bulb in the closet, turned off the bedroom light, then ushered the girls inside, closing the door behind us.

“Now,” I said, “before we start the game, we have to search each other, make sure nobody has any hidden weapons. But to do that, we all have to get naked, okay?”

I looked closely at Cadence for her reaction. She nodded eagerly, showing no reluctance. “I’m going to turn off the light in here,” I continued, “then we’ll take off each other’s clothes, and then do the search, touching each other everywhere to make sure there’s no hidden weapons. Are you ready?”

“Uh-huh,” the child confirmed.

“I’m ready,” said Hannah.

I switched off the light and we were plunged into blackness. It’s kind of interesting to me now, as I think back, that I wasn’t concerned at all that night about doing anything wrong by playing this naughty game with Cadence. Somehow I sensed that if Lynn was to find out about it, she wouldn’t mind. In any case, my usual caution was nowhere to be found.

As soon as the light was off, I grabbed the girl’s tiny crop top and pulled it off, hearing her giggle. At the same time, I felt Hannah’s hands on me, unzipping my skirt and tugging it down. Within less than a minute, we all three were nude.

“Okay, now, we have to do the search, ‘cause that’s what undercover spies do,” I said. “I’m gonna search you, Cadence, and check to see you don’t have any weapons.”

As I spoke, my hands were already on her, running all over her bare body. The child giggled again, but when I fondled her little buds, gently squeezing, feeling her nipples begin to grow stiff, her giggles turned into a sigh of pleasure.

“You like that?” I asked.

“Yeah,” Cadence whispered.

Next I touched her legs, bending down to start at the ankles and slowly sliding my hands up to her bottom, cupping her rounded cheeks, then moved around to her slit, loving how she felt there, so smooth, with not a bit of hair. I didn’t try to push my fingers inside, between her pussy lips, but I stroked her labia and felt the girl tremble with excitement. I wanted to do more, of course, much more, but I knew this wasn’t the time for it. That would come soon enough, I was almost certain.

“All right, that’s nice,” I said, taking a deep breath, trying to keep my lust under control. “So, now, Hannah, you do it too. You check Cadence, then she can check us, and then you and I’ll do each other.”

I couldn’t see a thing, of course, but I could picture what Hannah was doing — her hands going everywhere as she searched the young girl — and the erotic image made me shiver with desire. In the darkness of the closet I slid a hand between my own legs, feeling the creamy wetness, rubbing it around, stroking my clit. Then I lifted the hand to my face, smelling my fingers, licking them, tasting myself.

“Okay, um, she’s done. I’m done, I mean.” Hannah’s voice sounded a little shaky, probably from her own arousal.

“Now it’s your turn, Cadence,” I said quietly. “You search Hannah and me, all over, everywhere, okay?”

“Um, okay…”

I felt the girl’s small hands on me, first on my arm, then my shoulders, touching my face, lightly caressing my cheeks, my chin, my lips, then sliding down to my chest, gently fingering my erect nipples, causing me to moan involuntarily. When Cadence heard my response, she squeezed the nipples harder, and I groaned more loudly.

God, I was so turned on. It made me want to grab the little girl, kiss her, shove my tongue into her mouth, push her down onto the floor of the closet, spread her legs and lick her pussy. But I didn’t do that. I thought about it, but I didn’t do it.

As I had done with her, Cadence next bent down to touch my feet, then my ankles, my calves, and my thighs. She ran her hands over my butt cheeks — but when she reached around to the front, she gasped in surprise. “How come you’re wet there? Did you pee?”

“No, it’s, um, it’s something else. I’ll tell you later,” I said.

“Okay.”

I heard Hannah giggle. She knew very well what that wetness was. It made me wonder if her pussy was getting juicy too. I could find that out pretty quickly if I wanted to, except it was Cadence’s turn to touch her first, so I waited. I couldn’t tell exactly what they were doing, but I did hear the sexy redhead moan a few times as she was being searched.

After Cadence was done, Hannah and I examined one another. By that point in our relationship, she and I had already made love maybe a dozen times, so we were very familiar with each other’s bodies and knew just what sort of caresses we each enjoyed the most.

It was funny, though, because our touching then became more like a game — a game within the game — a contest to see who could turn the other on the fastest. Except that only made us laugh, which was okay, because we had to go on with the real game anyhow.

“All right,” I said, “now that we’re sure nobody has any hidden weapons, it’s time for the next part. Cadence, you stay in here for a minute. I’m going to take Hannah and put her, um, put her in your closet, in your bedroom. Then I’ll tell you it’s time to start counting, okay? I’m going to hide somewhere and you have to first count to a hundred, then come out and try to find me and take the secret formula away and get back here to your mom’s bed with it to win. All right?”

“Okay,” I heard her say. “When do I start counting?”

“When I tell you. I”ll yell and tell you when it’s time to start.”

“Okay.”

So, I took Hannah out of Lynn’s closet and led her to Cadence’s room. After telling her to close her eyes, I spun her around for a few seconds, making her dizzy, then shut her in the closet.

Back out in the hall, I called, “Okay, both you guys, start counting now. Count to a hundred!” Then I ran to hide.

The game was a lot of fun, as always, but I think I prefer it when there are more people. That made me think I should figure out a way to get Cadence and her mom together with our family to play the game — and that reminded me of something else I’d been contemplating. I’d have to remember to talk with my mother about it later.

We ended up on Lynn’s bed, eventually, with Cadence as the victor. She’d managed, amid plenty of struggling and wrestling and rolling around naked together, and with perhaps just a tiny bit of assistance, to take the bottle away from me and keep it away from Hannah. Then she zoomed down the hall, diving onto her mother’s bed, shouting with glee. We fell beside her, laughing and hugging and kissing.

After we rested for a minute or two, giggling as we recounted the wilder points in the game, I said, “Okay, so, what do you guys want to do next?”

I was pretty sure Hannah would suggest kissing, and perhaps she would have, except that right away, Cadence said, “Can I draw you some more? I like doing that.”

“Um, well… okay, sure, I guess.”

“Come on,” she said, taking my hand. “You can draw her too, Hannah.”

As we started out of the room, I asked “Do you want me to, like, put on some outfits or something?”

“No, we can do ‘em nude, like last time,” said Cadence. “It’s better that way.”

“All right,” I nodded, smiling to myself. That was fine with me!

Cadence got out her pads and pencils, sharing the supplies with Hannah. When I asked if they wanted me to pose in any particular way, they said it was up to me — so I decided to be brazen. I sat on the little girl’s bed, facing them. They were both on the floor.

I posed the same way I had the last time I was there being sketched by the young artists. My hands were on my knees and I was leaning forward slightly, chin up, chest out, legs wide apart, except I was completely naked this time.

Only a minute or so after they began working, Cadence stopped. She frowned as she looked at my crotch. “How come you’re wet down there? You never told me.”

I licked my lips, trying to decide what to say. Then I seemed to hear my mother’s voice, as clear as if she were in the room with us — “Fuck them, Julie, fuck them all!” — the instruction she’d given me in a sexy dream I had. Did that mean I should try to fuck Cadence, right then and there? Maybe not, but it did make me think I shouldn’t hold back too much.

“It’s because, um, when we were in the closet, it’s because I got so excited. This is what happens when a girl, or a woman, gets excited. You know, when she wants to have sex. She gets wet.” I pointed between my legs as I said that.

“Really?” Cadence asked.

“Uh-huh,” I nodded.

“But — what you do mean, have sex?”

“Well…”

“Like with a boy?”

“No, not with a boy,” I shook my head. “I don’t like boys. I only like girls.”

“Girls?”

“Uh-huh. I like having sex with girls. That’s what I was thinking about when we were in the closet. That’s why I got so wet.”

After staring at my juicy pussy a few seconds longer, Cadence shrugged, “Okay,” and went back to her drawing.

Hannah caught my eye and smiled, giggling as she wagged her eyebrows. Then she resumed working too.

“Are you going to, um, try to put that in your drawings?” I asked them. “How I’m, you know, how I’m wet and stuff?”

“Maybe,” Cadence replied without looking up, “but I don’t know if I can. I’m not sure how.”

“Me neither,” said Hannah, “but I may give a try. See how it goes.”

When they were both finished, they showed me their sketches. I was amazed to find that Hannah somehow had managed to include the detail of my lubrication. She’d used shading in a clever way that definitely made me appear shiny and moist down there. I was quite impressed.

Cadence was awed by it too, so much that she wanted to try again right away, see if she could achieve the same effect. They asked me to assume the same pose, but scooted in closer before they began. Their aim this time, they told me, was not to capture my whole figure, but only a small part, my sex. They didn’t use that word, but that is what they were trying to draw.

As I spread my thighs even wider apart, I leaned over a bit to look between my legs, to study myself. I’d shaved that morning, so I was totally smooth. Using my fingers, I separated my pussy lips where they were sticking together. Now I was fully open. They could see everything, gaze right into my wet pink vagina.

My clit was hard and throbbing. It hadn’t emerged or anything — I’d have to pull the skin back if I wanted them to actually see it, and I wasn’t ready to go quite that far, not yet — but I had to really concentrate to keep myself from trembling with arousal, to sit still so they could draw me.

While she was working, and without looking up, Cadence said, “You have sex with girls?”

“Uh-huh,” I nodded. “Yeah, I do. I’ve had sex with Hannah, in fact, lots of times.”

The little brunette turned her head to look at Hannah. “Really?” she asked, eyebrows raised.

“Yep,” said Hannah, “Julie’s my girlfriend. I’m a lesbian.”

“You are?”

Hannah nodded at her, grinning, “Uh-huh.”

“Okay,” said Cadence, as she went back to work.

A few minutes later, they were finished and let me see their latest creations. Hannah’s was incredible. It was a simple pencil drawing, without color, but so lifelike it seemed just like a photograph. “That’s, I mean, that’s awesome,” I told her, “really, really great.”

“Thanks,” she smiled.

The sketch Cadence had made was very good too. Although she wasn’t yet as skilled as Hannah, the girl definitely had talent and quite an imagination. Hers was in color, rather vivid, a closeup view showing only my vagina, gaping open and dripping wet. It was practically pornographic! I wondered if she would show that one to her mother, and if she did, what Lynn would say when she saw it.

As I studied their drawings, I’d begun playing with myself without even realizing it. My clit, of course, had been begging for attention, and now my fingers went there of their own accord, rubbing in little circles.

I heard Hannah giggle, and when Cadence said, “Wow” — I looked down and discovered what I was doing.

“Oops,” I grinned sheepishly, “sorry, I couldn’t help it.”

“Cheeky,” said Hannah, winking at me.

“Yeah, I just, like, you know, sometimes I get so turned on, I don’t know what I’m doing,” I said. My fingers were still moving. I hadn’t stopped.

“Is that, um, is that masturbating?” asked Cadence.

“Uh-huh,” I nodded. “Do you ever do this?”

“Well, not, I mean, sometimes in the tub, and in bed, only not… only different.”

“What do you mean?” I asked, as I continued playing with myself.

Cadence was staring at my fingers. “I, like, well, I use my teddy. Kind of lay on it, you know?”

“You mean humping?” I said. “Humping your teddy bear?”

“Uh-huh, I guess.”

“I do that too,” said Hannah, “only not with a bear, but with my pillow.”

“You do?” I asked, surprised. “You never told me.”

“Well, I don’t do it so much these days, mostly just use my fingers, right? But when I was younger, I used to use my pillow, putting it between my legs.”

“That’s what I do with my teddy, lay on top and rub and squeeze,” said Cadence.

“Can you come?” I asked her. “Have an orgasm?”

“I think so,” the girl nodded, her eyes bright. “I keep doing it until it feels really really really nice, you know?”

“Sounds like an orgasm to me,” I chuckled. My clit felt so good under my touch, getting big and hard, fingers slippery with my juices. I rubbed even faster.

“When you guys, when you have sex,” Cadence asked us, “what do you do? How do you do it?”

Before either of us could reply, she added, “I’ve seen, um, on my mom’s computer, she has videos of girls, lots of ‘em, doing that kind of stuff — lesbian stuff, I mean. Is that what you do?”

“What do they do in the videos?” asked Hannah.

“Everything, I guess. Kissing, and licking, and putting their fingers in. And sometimes they use, like, things…”

“You mean toys?” I asked.

The girl just shrugged.

“Hannah and I don’t use toys,” I told her. “But we kiss and touch each other, and lick each other.”

“Down there?” Cadence pointed between my legs.

“Uh-huh,” I nodded.

“My mum has toys,” Hannah said. “My mum and my aunt have things, like dildos and such. I’ve seen them.”

“Have you used them?” I asked. “The toys?”

“No, but I’d like to try,” the redhead giggled.

“I’d like to watch you,” I said. “I love to watch. My sister Kate has, uh, she has a vibrator… that my mom gave her. She uses it a lot… Kate fucks herself, and I watch.”

“You do?” Cadence asked, eyes wide.

“Uh-huh… but, um… you guys? I’m getting… getting close…” I was panting “…really… really… close… and I… I’m gonna… I can’t stop!”

And then I came.

I hadn’t really meant to. I hadn’t intended to start masturbating in the first place, it simply happened. And I certainly hadn’t planned to have a climax in front of this 10-year-old girl I was supposed to be babysitting. But I did. A big one.

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By Naughty Mommy

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Mommy and I fell asleep in her bed that night without ever leaving her room or seeing anyone else. They thoughtfully left us to ourselves, knowing that sometimes we wanted and needed to be alone with one another, bonding as lifetime lovers. It was heavenly.

We got up pretty early the next morning, however, and showered together, shampooing and conditioning our hair. I let mine dry naturally, as it was straight and fairly short, but my mother used the blow dryer and a curling brush to give her shiny blonde hair more body and some waves. When that was done, I watched as she made up her face, then we got dressed and went downstairs to start preparing for brunch.

The younger kids were already up, and Megan was too. Kate and Dana were still asleep, in Kate’s room. Megan, we learned, had slept with all the little girls in my bed, since it was bigger. That must have been nice.

Anyway, Mommy made coffee, the kids ate cereal, and I had an English muffin. After we sat and chatted with them for a while, my mother and I got busy cooking.

An hour later, the kitchen was filled with delicious aromas: a spinach and gorgonzola quiche baking in the oven; yeasty dough rising in a covered bowl; melted butter, brown sugar, chopped pecans, and cinnamon blending in a saucepan on the stove. By then, Dana and Kate were up and had joined us. It was another festive morning in the Duval household.

* * *

“They’re here!” Molly called out, a few minutes after 12:00. She’d been watching at the window for our guests to arrive, terribly excited about seeing the baby.

Everything was all set. The quiche was resting in its pan, having been removed from the oven an hour before. We would serve it at room temperature. The sticky buns were piping hot, ready to be devoured. I could hardly wait!

But now it was time to meet our new friends for the first time. Molly opened the front door. I went out to greet Karen and to be introduced to Miranda. The others waited just inside.

They were in two cars. Karen’s Toyota was in front, since she’d been leading the way. Miranda’s car, a rather beat-up Ford Escort, was behind Karen’s in our driveway. After Karen got out and gave me a big hug, we went to help Miranda bring her things in. Molly, who was supposed to have stayed at the door, was right on my heels.

Miranda got out of her car. She was short, maybe just a bit over five feet, but very pretty, with skin the color of cinnamon. Her hair was black and curly — most likely a permanent, I thought, since the little girl in the front passenger seat had completely straight hair. Miranda’s mouth was fairly small, but she had full lips and high cheekbones. The woman’s deep brown eyes were probably her best feature, however, big and round, totally captivating. And her eyebrows, oh my god, I could have killed for those eyebrows, richly dark and perfectly shaped.

“Miranda, this is Julie. Julie, Miranda,” Karen said.

“Hi, Miranda, it’s nice to meet you.” I shook her hand. Her grip was warm, and surprisingly firm.

“I’m glad to meet you too, Julie. Karen’s told me a lot about you.”

I thought about introducing Molly, but decided that could wait. “Why don’t you come inside, and then we’ll introduce everyone else, okay? I have a big family,” I added with a grin.

“All right,” the woman nodded, giving a wink to Molly. Then she went around to the other side of the car and opened the back door to remove the baby from his car seat. At the same time, she knocked on the front seat window. “Come on, Marisol, get out. They won’t bite.”

Reluctantly, it seemed, the child undid her seatbelt and opened the door, slowly getting out. Molly, who had trailed Miranda around the car, glanced briefly at Marisol but kept her attention mainly on the dark-haired infant, now in his mother’s arms.

Karen and I had followed too. Karen took a tote bag Miranda handed her, full of baby things, no doubt. I stood back and watched, trying to smile at Marisol whenever I got the chance, but she always looked away bashfully.

As we made our way toward the house, I checked out Miranda’s figure. She was wearing a loose cotton dress, brightly patterned, along with a quilted dark blue winter jacket and flat shoes. The dress came to just above her knees. Her belly was still slightly plump from having given birth, but her legs were nicely shaped. Her boobs seemed to be large, though I knew that could be mostly because she was a nursing mother and they were full of milk.

I tried to picture Miranda in bed with Karen, making love, maybe with Marisol there too, but it was difficult. Right now they just seemed so domestic, like a happy little family and not very sexual. Of course I knew the two things were not incompatible, not at all.

Mommy held the door wide open. “Come in, come in,” she beamed.

My mother was in a dress too, knee-length, wearing short heels. The clay-colored dress had big white buttons all down the front, with a fabric belt cinching the waist and a fold over collar. It was open enough at the top to reveal some cleavage, and a few buttons were open at the bottom as well, offering tantalizing glimpses of her beautiful thighs.

It made me feel kind of frumpy, wearing jeans and a t-shirt as usual, but it hadn’t occurred to me for some reason to change after we finished cooking. I wondered then if I should run upstairs and put on a little skirt, but decided to wait. Maybe later I’d do that.

“Miranda, welcome,” Mommy exclaimed, once everyone was inside. She hugged the woman, being careful not to squish the baby, and kissed her cheek. “I’m Suzanne.”

“Hi, Suzanne,” said Miranda. “Thank you so much for inviting us. You’re very kind.”

“Not at all. We’re glad to have you.”

“Um, this is Jorge, of course, and that’s Marisol, hiding behind me. Marisol, come on out and say hello now.”

But she wouldn’t, not just then. The darling 8-year-old, whose gorgeous dark brown eyes seemed even bigger than her mother’s, if that was possible, clung tightly to the hem of Miranda’s jacket, face mostly buried, occasionally peeking at us.

That gave Kate a challenge. I’m not really sure why, but my sister has this thing that whenever she sees someone bashful or reticent, she takes it as her duty to bring the person out. And she’s very good at it too, nearly always successful. I saw her looking at Marisol, and I knew what she was thinking — or at least I knew what her mission was.

While the other introductions were being made, Kate marched over to the TV, opening a drawer in the cabinet beneath it and removing a couple of boxes. They were for her video games.

“Can I hold the baby?” Molly asked.

“Sure, you can, honey,” replied Miranda, “but just be careful, all right?”

“I will.”

As Miranda gave Jorge to Molly, and the other women cooed and fawned over him, Kate approached Marisol. She didn’t bother saying hello or anything, just held out one of the boxes and said, “Do you know about spies?”

“Spies?” asked Marisol. It was the first time we’d heard her voice.

“Yeah, undercover spies and evil scientists and stuff like that. This one is my favorite,” Kate said, pointing to a box, “because the hero, Samus Aran, is a girl, like you and me, but really strong and smart and everything, you know?”

“She is?”

“Uh-huh. The game has levels, with each one getting a little harder. At the start, though, it’s pretty easy. You could figure it out, no problem. See, at the beginning, you have to…” and off the two of them went. They walked side by side into the family room, Marisol forgetting completely about her mother, and about her shyness.

The rest of us gradually followed them into the family room as well, with various overlapping conversations going on, mostly involving how cute the baby was. Molly sat down on the sofa, holding Jorge on her lap, and Chelsea sat right next to her. Samantha was with Kate and Marisol now. The three of them were standing by the TV, looking at different video games that Kate had taken out of the drawer and discussing them.

As for me, I took Miranda’s jacket, and Karen’s, and Marisol’s too, and hung them in the coat closet. On the way back, I detoured past the kitchen to get a tempting whiff of those cinnamon buns — I was really hungry!

Everyone sat for a few minutes, just getting acquainted, and then Mommy asked Miranda if they were ready for brunch. We all got up and went into the dining room. The table was set, with the extra leaves added, making room for twelve. My mother brought a pot of coffee and I poured juice.

Because we didn’t have a high chair, Jorge got passed from person to person as we enjoyed our quiche and the sticky buns. He didn’t appear to mind this at all, just looking around wide-eyed and never making a peep. Although he didn’t smile much, he seemed very observant, taking everything in. Miranda said she’d fed him just before they left, so he wouldn’t be hungry again for another hour or two and probably would take a nap after that.

The cinnamon buns were a huge hit, of course. We’d made a double batch, and there were plenty to go around. I forced myself to eat two, and I wasn’t the only one who did. Kate and Molly and Samantha and Megan all had second helpings as well.

After we finished eating, Dana and I cleared the table and loaded the dishwasher, then joined the group in the family room. My mom and Karen were on the sofa along with Miranda, who was holding Jorge again, bouncing him on her lap as he gurgled happily. Kate was sitting in one armchair, Megan in the other. I’d helped Molly bring her giant dollhouse down from her room earlier in the day, and now she and Chelsea and Samantha and Marisol were playing with it.

Without any hesitation, Dana got down on the floor with the little kids, involving herself in their game. They accepted her easily as one of them. It was amazing to me how my big sister could be an adult part of the time, functioning fine as a grownup, but just as often appeared quite comfortable in the role of a child. I really admired that quality, such flexibility, although for her it didn’t seem to take any effort at all. It just came naturally.

After looking around for a moment, trying to decide where to park myself, I made a decision. Now would be the perfect time to change my clothes. So, I trotted up to my bedroom, pulled out a short skirt and a tank top and quickly put them on, wearing nothing under them but a pair of white panties. Then I went back downstairs.

The first thing I heard almost made my eyes pop out.

“We have sex on the weekends, the kids and I,” my mother was saying to Miranda, “but not on school nights, that’s my rule.”

“It’s a good rule, I guess,” commented Dana, from her seat on the floor, “but me and Chelsea can’t always manage that. Sometimes I just have to have her anyway, even if it is a school night, you know?”

Miranda chuckled, “Yeah, I usually only get to see Karen on the weekends, but during the week Marisol and I sleep together every night, and it’s not only sleep, if you know what I mean.”

I could hardly believe they were actually discussing all this so openly. It was stunning. Karen was wide-eyed too, I saw, as were Kate and Megan — but as for Miranda and Dana and my mom, this seemed to be no more controversial to them than if they were talking about grocery shopping.

“When did you start with Marisol?” my mother casually asked Miranda. I knew she already knew the answer to the question, because of the things I’d told her (with permission from Karen), but I suppose Mommy figured that getting Miranda to talk about all this stuff would help her relax.

The woman certainly looked relaxed, sitting with her legs apart like a young girl, smiling prettily, holding hands with Karen. My mom had the baby now. I glanced at Marisol, still engrossed in dollhouse play with the others. This adult conversation about sex — lesbian incest! — didn’t seem to faze her in the least. I plopped down on the floor, facing the sofa and sitting cross-legged, leaning back on my hands, showing my panties.

After gazing at my crotch for a moment, Miranda winked at me then replied to my mother, “Well, it started, I guess, when she was around five… although in a way I suppose you could say it’s been going on a lot longer. I mean, even when she was just a baby, like Jorge, I would masturbate when I nursed her, you know?”

“Yeah, I know, I did that too, with all three of my girls,” nodded my mom. Then she said to Megan, “Did you do that with Samantha, when you were nursing?”

“No, actually I didn’t nurse her,” the redhead shrugged, “not for very long anyway. I tried, but it didn’t really work. I had to start her on formula after about a week because she was losing weight.”

“Yes, I know it can be that way sometimes, for some women,” said Mommy, commiserating.

“I didn’t masturbate when I was nursing Chelsea,” said Dana, “but I did later — or what I mean is, when she was in bed with me, sleeping, I would. I did it a lot, practically every night. She always slept with me, I mean, she never had a crib. She didn’t have her own bed until she was six. And I always masturbated when she was sleeping with me. It just felt nice, holding her, maybe kissing her, and playing with myself.”

My mother and Miranda smiled and nodded. They understood the special kind of pleasure Dana was describing. Among the four moms, apparently only Megan had not masturbated while sleeping with her baby or nursing her. It made me wonder how common it really was, if a lot of women did that.

Jorge was starting to get a little fussy. “I think he’s hungry,” said Miranda, taking him from my mom. She looked around at the rest of us for a moment, then grinned, “After all we’ve talked about, I’m sure you won’t mind if I feed him right here, will you?”

“Are you going to play with yourself too, while you do it?” my mother leered.

“No, probably not,” Miranda chuckled, “at least not until I know you better.”

The scoop neck dress the woman had on was loose enough that she was able to push one short sleeve off her shoulder and down her arm, pulling out her hand. Then she unhooked a flap on one side of her bra and exposed a full breast. It was brown with a wide areola and a dark nipple, already turgid, the tip shiny with moisture. I could see stretch marks on the breast.

Miranda positioned Jorge and he began feeding. The little girls had all got up from their game and were gathered around, watching closely. For Marisol, it was no big deal, obviously, but for the rest of them, including me, this wasn’t something we got to see every day. I was about five years old when Mommy stopped nursing Molly, and I don’t remember it very well. And when Kate was a baby, I was still just a toddler and have no memories of that at all. So this was fun.

What was really interesting, though, was not observing Miranda suckle Jorge, but how my mom reacted. After watching them for a few minutes, she began opening more buttons on the front of her dress, and undid the fabric belt too. Her lacy black bra had a front closure, which she opened as well, freeing her boobs. My mother took both of her large, beautiful breasts in her hands and squeezed them, pinching the nipples. She was obviously very turned on.

Miranda smiled at her. “He’s almost done,” she commented, nodding at Jorge. “But before he finishes, do you want to take him for a minute? I can rub some of my milk on your nipple, so he’ll suck even if he doesn’t get anything.”

“Mmm, my god, yes, I’d love that,” Mommy purred.

What followed was just incredible. Miranda gently pulled Jorge away, kissed his forehead, then placed him in our mother’s lap. Leaning close, so their breasts were almost touching, she squeezed her nipple, expressing milk. It actually squirted onto my mom’s chest at first, which made them both laugh. But then she squeezed a bit more gently and the milk dribbled over my mother’s erect nipple, Miranda used her fingers to rub it around, making Mommy catch her breath with excitement. Then she lifted the baby, bringing his mouth to the breast. It seemed to me he frowned briefly, maybe surprised at having a different tit to suck on, but settled in quickly enough.

Jorge didn’t nurse for long, since he wasn’t really getting any nourishment, but it was clearly very satisfying for my mother. She stroked his head, petting his dark hair, and cooed to him. I could see that she was squeezing her legs together too, stimulating her clit. After a couple of minutes, he appeared to be finished, and it also looked like he was just about asleep. His eyes were closed, his mouth slack.

Miranda had fastened the flap on her bra and pulled the sleeve of her dress back up. She said quietly, “We should probably go home now. But this was really nice. Thanks so much for inviting us.”

I was hoping Mommy might argue with her a little, ask them to stay longer, but she didn’t. “All right,” she nodded, giving the baby a tender hug before handing him back to his mother.

We all got up and walked to the door, my mom hooking her bra but not bothering to close up her dress. I retrieved the jackets from the coat closet, distributing them to Miranda, Karen, and Marisol, and we kissed them goodbye. Miranda thanked my mother again, promising to call and to visit again soon, and then they left.

As soon the front door was closed, I discovered why Mommy had not tried to make them stay longer. It was because she was so intensely eager to have sex with us — with Molly in particular — and simply couldn’t stand any delay.

“Molly,” she commanded, her eyes wild with excitement, “I need you to suck my tits. Now — okay?”

“Okay, Mommy,” nodded my little sister, smiling happily.

“Come on,” my mother said, taking her hand and leading her back to the sofa. “Take off your, uh, take off all your clothes. I want you naked, all right?”

“Okay,” Molly giggled, quickly pulling off her shorts and shirt and undies.

The rest of us followed them in, and watched as my mom shoved her dress down and stepped out of it, leaving it on the floor. Her shoes were already off. She unhooked the bra again, flinging it away, then shimmied out of her panties. Now she was naked too. She was panting, turning red in the face — a woman in heat.

She placed Molly on the sofa, on her back, then knelt above her, lowering a nipple to her mouth. “Suck my nipple, little girl,” she urged, “suck Mommy’s nipple.”

Molly was more than willing to do this, of course, as she always was. She took the nipple in and contentedly began to suck, closing her eyes.

“Wow,” I heard Megan breathe.

Mommy petted her daughter’s curly blonde hair for a few seconds, then mounted her, positioning herself so their pussies were together. With her nipple still in Molly’s mouth, she started to ride, fucking her.

“Oh my god,” said Megan. I glanced at her, and saw that the woman had pulled her short dress up to her waist and had a hand inside her panties, rubbing her clit. Then I noticed that Dana was masturbating too, as was Kate.

I whipped off my t-shirt and shoved my skirt and panties down in a bundle, quickly getting nude. Then I crouched by the sofa, moving in very close, wanting to see everything. I saw Molly sucking Mommy’s nipple, and I looked down at where they were joined, at their pussies. I could smell the slippery lubrication, my mother’s abundant juices, and I could see how very wet she was — a shiny slickness oozing out of her cunt, covering my little sister’s hairless vulva as my mom slid up and down on her.

I was masturbating too, of course, fingers moving very fast between my legs. But then I felt something, or someone. I glanced down and saw that it was Kate. She was lying on the floor, on her back, tugging at my legs, trying to get me to sit on her face. I gladly went along, loving the feel of her warm tongue lapping at my sex.

Briefly I looked around the room, finding that the others were going at it too, moms and daughters, Megan with Samantha, Dana with Chelsea. Then I returned my attention to my own mother, watching her fuck my sister.

She was talking about it, too. “Fucking you, fucking you, fucking your little girl pussy,” Mommy said as she humped her 9-year-old daughter. “Little girl pussy, fucking little girl pussy…”

But she wanted more. She wanted Molly to ask for it. Raising up just enough to pull her nipple from my sister’s mouth while still humping her, Mommy said, “Tell me you want me to fuck you.”

“I do,” Molly grinned, licking her lips. We all knew how much our mother loved this kind of dirty talk. “Fuck me, Mommy, fuck me with your pussy! Make me come!”

“That’s right,” panted my mom. “You want to come, little girl? Want your Mommy to fuck you and make you come?”

She was moving faster and faster. I could tell she was getting very close, and so was I. Kate’s fingers and tongue were working wonders.

“Uh-huh,” Molly said, “fuck me, Mommy! Fuck me with your cunt! Fuck me, Mommy, and make me come!”

Well, I don’t know if Molly did come, or not. Probably she did, and I’m sure my mother did, but I wasn’t really aware of much at all for a minute or two after that because — BOOM! — my own climax was so strong, so spectacular, that it practically knocked me out of this world. I came all over Kate’s face, gasping and groaning, eyes squeezed shut, spasms bursting from my center again and again and again until I thought I would explode.

* * *

We enjoyed another lovely lesbian incest orgy that Sunday afternoon, although this was a bit different from the fun we’d had the day before. First, it was continuous, not mingled with any other activities, and second, this one was almost entirely focused on our mother.

Mommy lay back on the sofa, long legs spread wide, fingers holding her pussy open, begging us one after another to eat her, to make her come. This time, it was she who was insatiable, much more than I had ever been. She simply couldn’t get enough.

We all licked her more than once, both the kids and the adults — taking turns, sometimes even two at a time. She climaxed again and again, yet still kept pleading for more. I don’t know how many orgasms she had, but it must have been dozens, more than I thought was possible for one woman to have without passing out.

Eventually she did pass out, and that was a sight to see. She’s so beautiful anyway, and to look at her like that — covered in sweat, her blonde hair going everywhere, a total mess, and with her pussy and the cushion beneath it soaked with her juices — my god, it made me love her more than ever. She’s utterly devoted to everything that’s important to her: her work, her family, and hot lesbian sex. My mother does nothing half way. What a woman!

I cuddled up with her on the sofa, holding her, stroking her, kissing her, telling her how much I loved her. I’m not sure what the others were doing then, but it really didn’t matter, I just wanted to be with my mom, the love of my life, to hold her tight, even if she was mostly unconscious.

After a few minutes, she came around. By then, it was getting close to dinner time, but she said she wasn’t hungry. I led my mother groggily upstairs and put her to bed. She fell asleep immediately. This wasn’t normal at all for her, sleeping at that time of day, and it made me wonder if she might be sick, but that wasn’t it. She was simply exhausted.

I went downstairs and reported that Mommy was conked out. No one seemed surprised, after what she’d been through. Dana and Kate fixed supper for the rest of us, nothing fancy, just tomato soup and grilled cheese sandwiches, but it was very nice. We cleaned up the dishes, and then Megan and Dana both left to go home, along with their daughters.

Molly and Kate and I watched a movie — Toy Story 2, which we loved — then went to bed ourselves. Before I feel asleep, however, while I was still sitting up, reading a novel, my mom came into my room. She thanked me for taking care of her, told me she would love me forever, and kissed me deeply.

We turned off the light, made love one last time, and then she slept with me in my bed. I was the happiest girl ever.

Continue on to Chapter 121

By Naughty Mommy

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Every year on the day after Thanksgiving we went for a long drive in the country — our family’s annual Day Away, as we called it — getting as far as we could from the malls and all the crazy shoppers. Sometimes the weather was nice, and sometimes it wasn’t, but that didn’t matter. It was just fun to be out of the city, to be somewhere different.

At breakfast, Mommy brought up the idea again of Hannah and Lindsey accompanying us this year. It would have been nice to have them along, but as soon the subject was raised, Hannah told her they couldn’t go. She said their mums were taking them on a visit to see Lauren’s parents, who lived a couple of hours away. It was interesting that Hannah hadn’t said anything about that the night before. I suppose she’d just been too preoccupied then with staring at my mother in her sexy nightie.

“We’re spending two nights with them, coming back Sunday,” she told us now. “I wish we weren’t going, though. I wish we could come with you.”

“That’s nice, dear,” Mommy said, “we’d love to have you, both of you. But it’s important to spend time with your own family too. You’ll have other times with us, plenty of good times.”

So, shortly after breakfast Lindsey and Hannah said goodbye and walked back to their house, and we got set to go. Dana and Megan arrived not much later, along with Chelsea and Samantha in Megan’s car. We made a bunch of sandwiches, then loaded up both cars with picnic blankets, coolers with drinks, frisbees and other things to play with, and soon we were off.

It was a fun day, as always, although the weather didn’t exactly cooperate. It was fine in the morning, nice and sunny, though a little cool. But we found a great place to have our lunch, way out in the country, up on a hill under some trees, with a view of farms down below and a few cows peacefully grazing. There was a picnic table in a clearing, and that’s where we ate. We played frisbee and climbed the trees, and just generally goofed around for a while.

At around 2:00 or so, however, it suddenly got cloudy and then started to rain. So, we quickly packed up and drove on. In a nearby small town, we came upon an old movie theater that had two screens. One of them was showing How to Train Your Dragon, which we’d seen before but really liked and were happy to see again. The next showing was at 3:15, which was perfect timing, and that’s how we spent the rest of the afternoon.

When the movie was over, we started for home, stopping along the way for burgers and fries and shakes at an old-fashioned diner. We split up after supper, with Megan and Dana and their kids heading to Dana’s apartment for the night, and the rest of us going back to our house. I’d been kind of hoping that Megan and Samantha would spend the night with us, and maybe we’d all end up having sex, but that didn’t happen — not until the next day, that is!

* * *

It had already been planned that they would come over for breakfast the following morning, at 9:00, which they did. I was up by then, of course, and so was Mommy, and Molly too, but we had to roust Kate. She soon joined us, sleepy-eyed, and we enjoyed scrambled eggs and bacon, along with toast and orange juice and coffee.

As we ate, chatting about our fun time the day before, I noticed that Dana kept nudging Megan, who was sitting next to her. The tall 26-year-old redhead would blush and giggle each time, lowering her chin like a bashful teenager. Finally, when we were done eating, just as Kate and I got up to start clearing the table, Dana said, “Megan has an announcement to make.”

So, my sister and I sat down again to hear what it was.

Megan was blushing really deeply now and smiling hard, her eyes getting all crinkly like Samantha’s often would, but after a moment she raised her head, took a deep breath, and began, “Okay, um, well, last night, um, Dana and I had a long talk. She told me about, well, about everything, about you guys, the family, I mean, and what you do together. I, you know, I kind of already knew, or at least I was pretty sure that’s what was going on, but now I knew, and, um, well, I mean, it’s totally fine with me. And you don’t have to worry, I’ll never tell anyone, I promise.”

The young woman stopped and looked slowly around the table at us, one by one, apparently trying to gauge our reaction. I wasn’t really surprised, since I knew Dana was planning to talk with her about all this at some point. But it turned out that wasn’t the only announcement she had to make.

Dana nudged Megan again. “Go on,” she encouraged, “tell ‘em the rest.”

The pretty redhead nodded, licked her lips, and said, “Well, all right… so, uh, she and I talked for a while, and then, um, when Dana was telling me some of the things that, you know, that she does with you guys, and that you do with each other, I sort of started getting excited and, like, I was playing with myself, you know, starting to masturbate. And I thought probably Dana and I would have sex then, and that we might even do some of the — well, I haven’t told you about that yet, but maybe she has — I mean, sometimes we do a kind of a role-play thing, where one of us pretends to be a little girl, um, usually, you know, like, one of our daughters.”

She blushed again and looked down. It was obvious that this was difficult for her to say, even though she knew all the things our family had done, our rampant lesbian incest. But in spite of this, Megan still seemed to be having a hard time.

Mommy reached over and took her hand, squeezing it. “It’s all right, dear. You can tell us anything, you should know that by now, and we won’t judge you, not in the least. You’re among friends here, people who love you and accept you completely. You can tell us anything, everything, and that will never change — we’ll still love you just as much as ever. All right?”

Samantha, who was seated between them, wrapped her arms around her mother’s waist, giving her a hug. That made Megan smile. After giving the little girl a kiss on the top of her head, she grinned at our mom. “Thanks, um, thanks for saying that. I do know, and I love you guys too, I really do.” With a twinkle in her eye, she turned to Dana, “Especially this one.”

The women shared a tender kiss, and we sighed happily as we watched them. Then Megan smiled at us, and continued, “Well, anyway, so, um, last night, the girls were still up, Samantha and Chelsea. They weren’t asleep yet, but that wasn’t a big deal — sometimes Dana and I have sex while the kids are awake, not right in front of them, you know, but not really trying to keep it a secret either. This time, though, Dana had a different idea. Instead of pretending that one of us was them, she said maybe we should actually have them right there in her bedroom, doing it with us. Of course, by then I already knew all the things she’d done with her daughter, and what you guys do too, but still I was, well, kind of surprised. Then she said maybe we should ask them about it, bring the girls in and talk to them, see what they thought, especially Samantha. And so we did.”

At this point, our mother cleared her throat and said, “Why don’t we go in the family room now? Let’s just toss these dishes in the sink, they can wait until later. I think we’re all anxious to hear what happened next, but it might be more comfortable listening in there, instead of in here.”

I suspected that what she meant by ‘more comfortable’ was actually ‘more conducive to having sex’, and I certainly approved of that idea! So, we quickly cleaned off the table and a few minutes later we were all seated in the family room. Dana and Megan were on the sofa, along with their two girls, Chelsea and Samantha. Mommy had Molly on her lap in one of the armchairs, and I was in the other chair with Kate perched on the padded arm.

Then we heard the story, the rest of the story. Megan explained how they brought the girls into the bedroom and talked to them briefly, and how they soon started kissing — the moms kissing each other initially while the kids watched, then the moms watching the two girls kiss, and then both mothers kissing their daughters. After that, as I knew from my own experience, it was only natural for them to have sex together. This was a first for 7-year-old Samantha, however. All she’d done up until then was some kissing. She’d also been with a group of girls while we were starting to masturbate, but that still wasn’t the same thing as having her pussy licked — especially by her own mom!

And that’s what we heard about next. Megan told us in detail what it was like for her to be making out with her little girl, naked in bed, kissing her, pushing her tongue into her mouth… and then going further, doing more than she’d ever done before, sliding her hand down between her legs, playing with her smooth pussy, finding her clit, getting the girl excited… and then finally putting her mouth down there, kissing and licking the child’s immature sex, tasting her, loving her, eating her… until at last Samantha began to squirm and squeal, growing very red in the face, panting and moaning… and Megan knew she was almost there. It was time for her daughter’s very first orgasm, with her mother sucking her pussy.

By this time, of course, nearly all of us were masturbating as we listened to Megan relate her sexy story. The only two who weren’t were Megan and Samantha — and that’s because the two of them weren’t playing with themselves, but with each other!!

As she told us what had taken place in Dana’s bedroom the night before, Megan actually began reenacting it, playing out the scene for our benefit, with Samantha happily going along. While we eagerly watched, our clothes started coming off, as did theirs as they demonstrated exactly what they’d done. Before long we were all naked, fingers working quickly between our legs while we crowded around to see the young redhead licking her child’s pussy, bringing her to climax once again, except in front of us this time.

When Samantha came, I came too. So did my mom and Kate and Dana. I’m not really sure about Molly or Chelsea. They might have had orgasms as well, but theirs were usually fairly quiet. With the others, as with me, there was definitely no mistaking it. We came very loudly.

After that, the frolicking ensued, a wonderful lesbian orgy involving three mothers and five daughters. As you know, I’d been looking forward to this for the longest time, ever since I first met cute little Samantha and her super hot mom. Often when I masturbated in bed at night over the previous couple of months, I had pictured Megan nude with those incredibly long gorgeous legs wrapped around my head. Or I’d imagine Samantha in front of me, spread wide open, her tiny hairless pussy so pink and perfect and just waiting for me to lick it. I’d brought myself to climax plenty of times with those arousing fantasies.

And now I could actually do all the things I’d fantasized about. I had sex with both Megan and Samantha that day, as did everyone else, I’m pretty sure. I don’t think anyone wanted to miss out. We had twosomes and threesomes and foursomes, kissing and fingering and licking, humping and tribbing and grinding, coming almost every way you can imagine, over and over again. The dishes had to wait in the sink for a long time.

* * *

Several hours later, with everyone exhausted, worn out, completely spent, pussies getting a little sore but also feeling very good after countless orgasms, we eased off on the cavorting for a while — but only a short while. We put some clothes back on (a few of us did, anyway), cleaned up the kitchen, made a late lunch, and then spent the rest of the afternoon playing board games and Legos and watching movies and having sex.

Yes, we continued having sex, although now it was sort of interspersed between our other activities. We might watch TV for a bit, then eat pussy, then have a snack, then eat pussy, then do some chores, then eat pussy, then play a video game, then eat pussy, and so on. Just your normal average Saturday afternoon at home with the family.

This was interrupted at around 5:00 when the phone rang. I answered it.

“Hello?”

“Is this Julie?”

“Uh-huh.”

“Hi, it’s Karen.”

“Oh, hi, Karen. Um, how was your trip to New Jersey?”

“It was awful. That’s why I’m calling you. I’m sorry to bother you, but I didn’t have anyone else I could talk to. Is this a good time?”

“Yeah, it’s fine. I’m glad you called. I like talking to you.”

So, Karen and I spoke for about a half hour, and I learned the whole miserable story. It seems that Miranda’s parents, both in their late fifties, were conservative, religious, and quite traditional in their outlook on things. Miranda, perhaps naively, expected them to be accepting of her lesbian relationship with a 17-year-old high school senior. They weren’t. Although her parents didn’t actually kick them out of the house, they refused to allow the two of them to share the same bedroom. Karen had to sleep on the couch.

After two days of enduring cold shoulders, with occasional attempts at conversation that always ended in bitter arguments, they gave up and came back home. Karen, it sounded like, was nearly in tears as she finished telling me about it. She said poor Miranda was taking it even harder.

That’s when I had an idea. “Um, maybe she should talk to my mom — Miranda, I mean. That might make her feel better. My mom’s pretty good at stuff like that, you know, listening to people with problems and talking to them and stuff.”

“Yeah, I guess,” Karen sniffed.

“Is she, like, there now?”

“Well, yeah, but she’s laying down, taking a nap with the baby.”

“Okay, so, maybe I’ll ask my mom to call her later tonight, or maybe tomorrow or something. Would that be okay? She has the number.”

“Yeah, I think that’d be fine. Thanks a lot, Julie. I’m sorry again to bother you.”

“It’s no bother, really it’s not. You’re, like, almost part of the family, you know?”

That made her laugh. “No, I’m not. But thanks anyway for saying that. It does make me feel better.”

“Your own parents are still cool about it, aren’t they?” I asked. “About you and Miranda, I mean?”

“Yeah, they’re fine. I don’t think they’re crazy about it, but it’s not like they’re on my case or anything.”

“That’s good.”

“Yeah, it is. Okay, well, I guess maybe I’ll see you on Monday.”

“All right. But call me again if you need to talk, okay? Anytime, no matter when. I mean it.”

“Thanks. You’re a great friend. And really sexy too.”

“Not as sexy as you are,” I giggled.

As soon as we hung up, I went to find my mom so I could tell her what had happened. But when I found her, she was in Molly’s bedroom, lying naked on her back on the bed with Samantha sitting on her face. Chelsea and Molly were between our mother’s legs, eagerly licking her pussy. Dana and Megan were standing nearby and watching, both masturbating. The only one not there was Kate. I’d left her downstairs in the family room, fucking herself with her vibrator while watching one of Dana’s old lesbian porn videos.

The news about Karen and Miranda would keep for a while, no problem. I stuck my hand inside my panties and played with my clit. When I saw Samantha coming in Mommy’s mouth a few minutes later, that put me over the top. Dana, who’d already had at least one orgasm as we watched, came at the same time, as did Megan.

My mother didn’t climax then. But after Samantha crawled off her face, and Megan and Dana took her and Chelsea into Mommy’s bedroom for more naughty fun, I knelt on the bed next to Molly.

“She has such a pretty pussy, doesn’t she?” I said to my little sister.

“Yeah, she does,” Molly grinned. “I really like it.”

“Me too. But you know what I think she wants? I think she’d like it if you put your fingers inside her. I’ll suck Mommy’s clit while you fuck her with your fingers, okay?”

“Okay.”

“In fact, I’ll bet you could get your whole hand inside her. You know, like you did before that one time. You want to try it again?”

“Yeah, I do!”

So, Molly fisted our mother and I sucked her clit and together we helped her reach a couple of huge screaming orgasms. Meanwhile, the other two moms played sexy games with their own young daughters in the room next door, and Kate fucked herself silly with the vibrator while watching porn.

* * *

It’s kind of embarrassing to admit this, but I actually forgot about my conversation with Karen until maybe an hour later. By then, we were getting pretty hungry, so we got out the leftovers from Thanksgiving and enjoyed that for dinner.

After swallowing a big bite of a delicious turkey sandwich with cranberry sauce, I told Mommy what Karen had told me. She shook her head, frowning slightly. “That’s a shame, such a shame. I know it’s awfully hard for some people, but after all, their own daughter… just so sad. Well, I’m glad Karen got in touch with you, anyway. I’ll try calling Miranda, see if I can help.”

She got up from the table, leaving her dinner half-eaten, and went to the phone. The rest of us continued chowing down and finished eating while our mother was still talking to Miranda. She was in another room, so we couldn’t hear the conversation, but it went on for a long time. Dana and Megan said they would take care of the dishes that night, and we were just helping them clear the table when Mommy came back into the dining room.

“That poor girl,” she said, shaking her head.

“Do you want the rest of your dinner?” I asked, her plate in my hand.

“No, that’s all right, honey, you can put it away. I’ll take it to work on Monday for lunch.”

“How about some coffee?” Dana offered.

“Yes, thank you, that would be nice.” Our mother sat down again at her place, looking distracted, still shaking her head.

I wrapped up her leftover food and put it in the refrigerator. Then I went back and sat next to my mom, taking her hand. “What did she say?”

Mommy smiled at me, love in her eyes. Before replying, she leaned over and gave me a soft kiss on the lips. Then she said, “Well, probably most of the same things Karen said to you, about how awful their holiday visit to New Jersey was. But she also talked a bit about her childhood and her teenage years, being confused about her sexual identity, letting boys do what they wanted with her but never feeling it was really what she wanted, just being unsure about everything. Poor kid. She really needs someone to talk to.”

“She has Karen,” I said.

“Yes, that’s right, and Karen is a darling girl. I’m sure she does the best she can. But she’s still just a girl, without a lot of life experience. Anyway,” she said as she squeezed my hand, smiling again, “I asked them all to come over tomorrow, for brunch at noon. We’ll have Miranda and her kids, and Karen too. What do you think, shall we make those sticky cinnamon buns you guys like so much? We have yeast, don’t we?”

“Yeah, I’m pretty sure we do.”

“Good, and I know we have pecans. That’ll be nice… and, hmm, maybe a quiche too, or would that be too much?”

“No, I think that’d be fine.”

“Excellent. All right, so, in the morning you and I will do some baking. But for now…”

My mother gazed into my eyes, licking her lips. “For now, how about if we go upstairs and get in bed, just you and me… I’m not sure I could actually handle any more sex, but I sure would like to make out with my darling lover for a nice long while.”

“I’d like that, Mommy. I love making out with you.”

And that’s what we did. We left everyone else behind and went upstairs, just the two of us, to spend a couple of hours kissing and fondling. It made me so happy to be with her that way.

Eventually, of course, my mom and I did have sex. That was pretty much inevitable, but it was slow and tender this time, unhurried, with only the lightest licking on sensitive clits, fingers gently circling the moist openings to our vaginas, nothing rough or fast or hard — but oh my god, the orgasms were still incredibly intense, maybe even more than usual because we kept delaying them, staying right on the edge, building up the pressure inside until it was almost unbearable.

The others, meanwhile, played their own sexy games. I’m not sure what they did, since I wasn’t there, but I have no doubt they had plenty of fun.

Continue on to Chapter 120

By Naughty Mommy

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For several long seconds, nothing else happened. We simply stood there, all trying to catch our breath, gazing at one another. Or, rather, some of us stood — me, my mom, Kate, Lauren, and Hannah — while the others sat. Samantha had joined her mother on the bed, and Dana was with Chelsea there too, holding her daughter on her lap.

A roomful of naked women and girls, the perfect recipe for a lesbian orgy, an incestuous lesbian orgy! Unfortunately, that didn’t take place, at least not then. In an erotic story, maybe that’s what would have happened next, but this was real life, and things don’t always work out the way you want them to.

Lauren spoke first. “Well,” she grinned, “not being an American, not by birth anyhow, I’ve never really got that much into the Thanksgiving holiday. This year, though, talk about being thankful!”

We all laughed with her.

“I’ll say,” added Kelsey. “This is our first Turkey Day over here — for Hannah and me, that is — and if this is how you Yanks celebrate, we’ve been missing out!”

After more happy laughter, our mother told her, “It’s not always quite like this. We like to have fun, but we’ve never played that game before, at least not on Thanksgiving. Kate invented it just a few months ago, didn’t you, honey?”

My sister nodded, “Yeah, it was, um, lemme see, it was last August. That was the first time, when Riley was here for a sleepover.”

“You played that game with Riley?” Hannah asked, eyes wide. I could see her mind at work, thinking about Lindsey’s and Molly’s cute young friend Riley, picturing her running around nude with the other girls, grabbing and being grabbed.

“Uh-huh, and with Emily too,” said Molly, “except that was later.”

“Wow…” Hannah slowly shook her head, staring into space, obviously imagining the expanded scene. Then she looked at me and smiled, “You know what? We should teach it to Cadence!”

“Good idea,” I agreed, “and her mom too.”

“Yeah,” Hannah giggled.

“Who’s Cadence?” asked Megan.

“Oh, um, she’s a girl that me and Hannah babysit sometimes. She’s 10. Her mother is one of our teachers, for Art & Design,” I said.

Eyebrows went up around the room as people considered the implications of our playing such a sexy game with a teacher and her young daughter. I wondered for a moment if my mom might try to caution us against involving someone from the school, but she didn’t say anything. Either she trusted me to do the right thing, or maybe she really was looking forward to having Ms. Firth and Cadence included in our naughtiness. She hadn’t met them yet, but I’d told her all about them both, along with the things we’d already done, posing nude and so on.

Lauren said, as she looked at her cousin Kelsey, “Well, I guess we really should get dressed and go home. Don’t want to overstay our welcome.”

“S’pose you’re right,” nodded the brunette.

Now I really was hoping my mother would say something, invite them to stay longer, but once more she didn’t. Someone else did speak up, however. It was Samantha. “But wait,” she said, “don’t we have to kiss now? Practice again, like we said?”

Mommy and Megan both began to say no — but they were instantly drowned out by a chorus of girls who really wanted to do some kissing. Chelsea, Molly, Lindsey, Kate, Hannah, and Samantha were begging, demanding, pleading, and I joined in too. “Please? Please? Please?! We want to kiss!!”

There was no way the adults could resist this appeal. Of course they acted like they weren’t going to give in right away, you know, how grownups will do, but finally my mom said, “Well, I suppose, maybe for just a few minutes.”

As the kids clapped, Mommy asked Lauren and Kelsey, “Is that all right with you? Do you mind staying a little longer?”

“Sure, it’s fine, no problem,” Lauren smiled. Kelsey agreed, nodding eagerly.

“How about this,” said my mother, “you girls can kiss for a few minutes, not too long, and we’ll just watch you, okay?”

Everyone seemed happy with that idea. The moms who were still seated stood up, while Hannah and Kate and I hopped onto the king-size bed with the other kids. There were seven of us, though, which meant one would be left out when we began pairing up.

Mommy solved that problem. “Dana, why don’t you join them — you can pretend you’re a little girl, all right?”

The tiny blonde giggled, “Okay, sure!”

“Nice,” I heard Kelsey murmur.

“Who should I kiss?” Dana grinned, as she nestled among us.

“You can kiss me, Mommy,” said Chelsea, wrapping her small arms around her mother’s neck.

So that’s how it worked out: Dana kissed Chelsea, Molly kissed Lindsey, Hannah kissed Kate, and I kissed Samantha. Four pairs of young girls — well, along with one adult who was the size of a young girl — hugging and kissing and caressing as we lay naked on the bed. The rest of the moms gathered around, watching closely.

As much as I loved kissing Samantha (she’d learned fast, and was very good already at using her lips and tongue to turn a girl or a woman on), I sort of kept one eye open to check what else was going on. Since I was facing away from Megan and Lauren, I couldn’t tell what they were doing, but I was able to see that my mom and Kelsey each had a hand between their legs as they watched us kiss. Although they weren’t exactly masturbating — it wasn’t quite that intense — they both were pressing in on their pussies with their fingers.

Regrettably, we weren’t allowed to make out for very long. After only a couple of minutes, Mommy said, “Okay, kids, I think that’s probably enough practice for now.”

Damn it! Just when things were getting good! But I suppose my mother figured, as they say, you should always leave them wanting more, right? Anyhow, in response to her repeated promptings, we slowly disentangled ourselves and got up off the bed.

As everyone began dragging our discarded clothes and shoes and things out of the walk-in closet where we’d left them, Hannah asked, “Can I stay over tonight?”

“Hannah,” tsked her mom, “you don’t —”

But Mommy interrupted, “Of course she can, it’s perfectly fine. And Lindsey too, we’d love to have them both.”

“Well, all right, if you really don’t mind,” said Kelsey.

“Not a bit,” my mother smiled.

It took a little while to sort out the jumble of clothing while we enjoyed some playful teasing about mixing and matching the various outfits. Lauren and Kelsey finished getting dressed eventually, and the rest of us put on maybe just a shirt and a pair of panties. Some wore even less.

We went downstairs and said goodbye to Kelsey and Lauren. They’d walked over along with their daughters earlier in the day, since their house was only two blocks from ours, and now we watched them stroll off together under the streetlights, arm in arm. We waved and they waved back.

Dana and Megan soon decided to leave too, taking Chelsea and Samantha with them for a sleepover at Dana’s apartment. I remembered that Dana had said something about convincing Megan to join us for group sex “the next time”, but she must have decided they weren’t quite ready for that. Oh well, everything would happen at some point, I was pretty sure — hopefully with everyone all at once. That would be great!

Anyway, for now I had the delicious pleasure of sleeping with Hannah in my bed. Of course, it wasn’t bedtime yet, still only about 7:00 o’clock. My mother had a surprise for us, though. Unbeknownst to me, she had rented a movie from Netflix that none of us had ever seen before, so we sat down and watched it. The movie was called But I’m a Cheerleader, and it was really funny and sometimes pretty sexy and even touching too. I liked it a lot. We all did.

After that, it was time for bed. I asked Mommy if Kate could sleep in my room with Hannah and me, and she said that was fine. Hannah frowned when I made the request, probably concerned that it would prevent us from having sex. Little did she know!

Lindsey and Molly slept in Molly’s bed, of course, but with Dana gone, that meant my mom would be all by herself. Obviously that wasn’t a problem, since she slept alone most nights and I knew very well that she could entertain herself with porn and/or masturbation as she often did. Still, I felt kind of sorry for her in a way, being the only one without a bed partner.

She had one more trick up her sleeve, however. After putting Molly and Lindsey to bed and turning out the light in their room, Mommy came and said goodnight to Kate and Hannah and me, telling us not to stay up too late. At that point, she was wearing just panties, a blouse, and a pair of socks. She hadn’t put on a bra following our game, so her breasts swung freely — and enticingly — under the thin blouse. But that was only the opening act.

About fifteen minutes later, after the three of us had brushed our teeth and were snuggling together naked under the covers, giggling and talking with the bedside lamp still on, we heard a knock on my door.

“Come in?” I said.

It was Mommy. She peeked inside and said with a smile, “Sorry, I just remembered something.” Then she walked slowly toward us. She was wearing a sexy red babydoll nightgown, totally sheer, with nothing on under it. We could easily see her erect nipples and her closely trimmed pubic hair.

My mother sat down on the side of the bed, next to Hannah. I was in the middle, with Kate on the other side. “Tomorrow, you know, is when we usually go out for a drive, our day in the country,” she said, “and I thought you might want to let Hannah know about that, ask her if she’d like to go along. Lindsey too, of course. We can talk to her about it in the morning.”

“All right,” I nodded. Hannah’s eyes were bulging as she stared at my mother’s nipples. We’d all been completely naked only a few hours earlier, but somehow this was different, more erotic, seeing her now in her sexy lingerie. It definitely turned me on, and I expected it was doing the same for Hannah.

“Megan and Samantha are coming along with us too,” Mommy said. “We’ll have to take two cars this year, I guess. Anyway, you can think about it.” As she said that, she patted Hannah’s thigh through the blankets, then leaned over to give me a goodnight kiss.

But this was no ordinary goodnight kiss. As soon as her lips touched mine, she parted them and extended her tongue, slipping it into my mouth. I responded eagerly, as I always did with her, kissing my mom as though she were my lesbian lover — which in fact she was. And when she finished with me, she leaned over even farther to kiss Katie the same way — which meant she was practically lying on top of Hannah. My sister and my mother kissed for a few seconds, very wetly, until finally she pulled away.

Mommy stood up, right next to the bed. One hand was at her breast, thumb lightly stroking her nipple through the sheer fabric. “Okay, kids, g’night,” she said. “Sleep well. Pleasant dreams.” And then she left the room.

I knew, of course, that my mother had no real reason to come in that night and talk to us about our plans for the next day. She could just as easily have done that in the morning. The purpose of her visit was simply to display her body and to let my friend watch her kiss us the way she had.

“Wow,” said Hannah, as the door closed. “Wow!”

“Yeah,” I nodded, “my mom’s, uh, pretty hot for a mom, isn’t she?”

“I’ll say she is,” agreed Hannah, “very hot.”

Kate and I both giggled.

Hannah turned to me. She pushed herself up on an elbow. I could see one small breast, topped by a rosy nipple. The other breast was covered by her arm. I felt my pussy tingle as I gazed at her.

“Does your mum kiss you a lot like that?” the girl asked. “I mean, you know, like every night or something?”

I shrugged. “Most nights, yeah. Almost every night, I guess.”

“Except on school nights, it’s only kissing,” said Kate.

Uh-oh! That was a slip!

“What do you mean, only kissing?” Hannah frowned.

“Um, she means, like, we don’t kiss as much on school nights,” I tried to explain. “But on the weekends we do more.”

“More?” asked Hannah.

“More kissing,” I said, “for longer.”

Although that wasn’t the whole truth, it wasn’t really a lie, either, so I didn’t feel too bad about it. But then I began to think maybe I should just go ahead and tell Hannah everything, admit the whole truth, or at least more than I’d told her so far. Given what we’d learned about both her mother and Lauren kissing their daughters the same way our mother enjoyed kissing us, it might not be too much of a shock. On the other hand, eating pussy is a heck of a lot more serious than just kissing!

All this went through my mind in a couple of seconds. Hannah was studying my face, frowning slightly. She could tell I was holding something back. Okay, I said to myself, I’ll tell her more — except first I’ll try turning the tables on her, see how that goes.

“Can I ask you something?” I said.

“Okay, I guess.”

“Um, before, when we were playing the game, Undercover Spy, when we were in the closet and you and me were kissing, remember?”

“Yeah, of course.”

“But then we heard something. We heard your mom and your aunt, and you said to me, you whispered, ‘That’s what they do.’ Remember that?”

Hannah blushed deep red. Her eyes widened and I was suddenly afraid she might start to cry.

“It’s okay,” I assured her. “You don’t have to tell us if you don’t want to. But I mean, I’ll tell you some stuff about us. That doesn’t mean you have to tell us anything at all if you don’t want to, though, ‘cause you don’t. All right?”

Hannah looked at me, then at Kate, then back at me. I saw her swallow. After licking her lips, she said, in a husky voice, “What are you gonna tell me?”

I smiled. “That me and Kate, my sister, that we do stuff, more than just kissing. We do stuff like you and me do, you know, actually have sex.”

“You do??” Hannah asked, evidently astonished.

“Uh-huh,” I nodded. Kate nodded too.

“Cor,” said the redhead, “that’s… really cool.”

“You think so?” I asked.

“Uh-huh, I do.” Hannah sat up naked in bed, cross-legged. Her blushing had receded. She appeared confident once more, that special sparkle I loved back in her eye. I glanced at her crotch for a moment, at the few strands of auburn hair beginning to grow there. Then I looked up at her face again, smiling at her.

“I’m glad you told me that, about what you guys do,” the girl grinned. “I promise I’ll never tell anyone, not a soul. And, um, and you have to promise me the same thing, okay? If I tell you what I know, you won’t ever tell anyone?”

“Sure,” I said, “that’s fine.”

“I promise,” said Kate, “cross my heart.” My sister made the sign, above her left nipple. She’d sat up too, also cross-legged. I was the only one still lying down.

“Okay, well, so, the thing is,” Hannah told us, “my mum and my aunt… you heard them say that when they were young, around our age or thereabouts, that they kissed each other and maybe fooled around some, eh?”

“Uh-huh,” I nodded.

“And um, see, after we moved over here, me and my mum, and they were, you know, they started sharing the same room, her and Lauren, right?”

“Right…”

“Well, they only have one bed, and so I thought maybe it would be just like a regular sleepover, like girls do, you know? Just sleeping and maybe cuddling, but no more than that, except it would be every night.”

“Okay.”

“But, um, then I, well, then I started to think maybe there was something more.”

She paused, looking at us both expectantly, her eyes wide.

“Uh-huh, go on,” I prompted. Sometimes it took Hannah a while to get to the point.

“Okay, um…” She leaned forward, hands on her knees, and spoke very softly. “Sometimes at night I hear them. They say things, like, bad words. Dirty talk, I mean, in their room.”

“What kind of things do they say?” asked Kate.

Hannah blushed again, but at least she was smiling now. In a near whisper, she said, “They talk about, you know, fucking and such like. Fuck, and pussy, and cunt, and all. Dirty talk like that.”

“Do they do anything too?” Kate said. “Or just talk about it?”

“No, I think they… they really do things. I’ve heard them,” Hannah told us.

“Heard them doing what?” I asked.

“You know, fucking.”

“What do you mean?” I said. “How can you hear someone fucking?”

“Have you seen them?” Kate asked.

“No, I haven’t seen them. But I — I’ve stood outside their door and listened.”

Aha! So I wasn’t the only one who’d snuck around in their hall late at night, listening outside Lauren and Kelsey’s bedroom door. “What did you hear?” I asked.

“Um, well, I heard them saying…”

Hannah paused and swallowed hard. This was obviously difficult for her to say. But she went on, “I heard Lauren, my aunt, saying, ‘Fuck me, fuck me hard!’, and stuff like that, and I also heard my mum say to her, ‘You want me to fuck you, fuck your cunt?’ So, you know, I think that means they were actually doing it.”

“Yeah, I think it does,” said Kate, sounding excited. I looked at her and saw that she had a hand between her legs, rubbing her clit. “Do you think maybe they were using something? Like a dildo, or whatever?”

“Um, I don’t know, but…” Hannah was staring at Kate’s hand, watching her play with herself. After a moment she asked, with a lopsided grin, “You like doing that?”

“Uh-huh,” nodded Kate, “I do.” She hadn’t stopped. Her hand was moving fast, making small circles around her clit.

I pushed myself up on an elbow so I could see better. And then, as Hannah and I watched, Kate placed her other hand down there too, sliding the middle finger between her pussy lips, reaching deeper and pushing inside. We heard her groan. I could smell her wetness. She was fucking herself.

“I love doing this,” said Kate, in a low moan. “I do it all the time.”

“Me too!” Hannah exclaimed. “I love doing that too, playing with myself, I mean. I do it all the time!”

She changed position, getting to her knees, and put both hands between her legs. “Let’s do it together,” said the redhead, “and watch each other.”

I was lying between them, the sheets just above my waist. Suddenly I raised my knees and kicked the covers off, completely exposing myself. I spread my legs wide, and began to masturbate along with them.

We stayed that way for a minute or two, rubbing ourselves and watching each other. Then I said, “Um, you guys… why don’t you lick my nipples, okay?”

Kate immediately agreed. “Okay,” she said, and bent down to lick my nipple while continuing to masturbate.

Hannah blushed and giggled. I saw her shiver. But then she bent down too, and I had two girls at my breasts, an 11-year-old and a 13-year-old. It was perfect. They licked, and soon began sucking.

I could feel an orgasm quickly approaching. With one hand I teased at the opening to my vagina, circling around the rim, pulling, stretching, sometimes sliding a finger inside. My other hand was on my clit, rubbing, squeezing, bringing me right to the edge. Those girls sucking and licking my nipples were driving me insane. I tried my best to wait, but, “Oh god,” I gasped, “I —” and then I exploded.

My climax seemed to go on for a long time. The girls stayed at my breasts and I kept playing with myself, prolonging the ecstasy, until finally the stimulation of my clit was just too much and I had to stop.

I clamped both hands over my vulva, feeling the heat, the throbbing, the slippery wetness… and gradually calmed down. My eyes had been tightly closed, but now I opened them. I grinned sheepishly at Kate and Hannah as they drew away and sat back up, smiling.

“I love watching you,” said Kate, as she slowly shook her head. “You always come so hard.”

“I know,” I giggled.

“She’s bloody amazing,” Hannah nodded, “I’ve never seen anybody so — well, I’ve never seen anybody else at all, except in videos — but you’re just like, bloody amazing, Julie.”

“Thanks,” I chuckled, “glad I could entertain you.”

I sat up then and looked at Hannah. “But, um, I wanted to tell you something, kind of admit something.”

“What is it?” she asked, eyebrows raised. She and my sister both still had their hands between their legs, but neither was masturbating very vigorously.

“Well, you know how you said you’d heard your aunt and your mother, in their room?”

“Uh-huh?”

“So, I mean, I’ve heard them too. A couple of times, actually. At night at your house, when I was sleeping over.”

“Wow, really?” Hannah grinned. “You did?”

“Yeah, I… I woke up, and I heard something, so I went out to see what it was. I was kind of snooping, I guess, and maybe I shouldn’t do that, but I couldn’t help it, I was curious.”

“What did you hear?” asked Kate.

“It was, um, the first time I didn’t hear that much, not what they were saying, anyway. I just heard sounds, you know, kind of like what Hannah said, how you can hear someone fucking? But the second time, I really did hear their voices, and they were saying, well, all that kind of stuff — Fuck me! Fuck my cunt! — and things like that.”

“God,” breathed Hannah. “Did it… bother you? Hearing that?”

“No, not at all! It turned me on. It made me so excited, in fact, that after I got back to bed, I masturbated again while I thought about it.”

“While I was sleeping? You shoulda woke me up!”

“Yeah, I guess maybe I should have. Except I didn’t know how much you knew then. I didn’t know if I should tell you what I’d heard.”

“Okay, but next time, wake me up, all right? Maybe we can listen together.”

“All right, I will,” I nodded.

“I’ve heard it so many times now,” she chuckled, “I guess I just sleep right through it.”

“Yeah,” I said. Then I frowned, “But, I mean, Lindsey’s room is right next to theirs, to her mom’s and your mom’s. Don’t you think, like, she can hear them too?”

“Uh-huh,” Hannah told us, “she does, she’s heard ‘em. We’ve talked about it.”

“You have?”

“Yeah, um, sometimes when we’re in bed, and we’re kissing, we talk about it. We talk about, you know, what they might be doing and stuff.”

Kate spoke up. “Hey, uh, earlier, when everyone was downstairs in the family room, before we played the game, your mom said something about all you guys kissing together, all four of you, like taking turns or something, right?”

“Uh-huh,” Hannah nodded. “We do.”

“Are you, um, when you guys do that, are you naked, or wearing clothes, or what?” asked Kate. Her hands were moving faster once more between her legs.

“We, um, usually it’s on the sofa, in the living room,” said Hannah, “before we go to bed. So we have our clothes on, or jim-jams anyway.”

“Jim-jams?” said my sister.

“That means pajamas,” I said, “like jammies.”

“Oh, okay.”

Then I had a naughty thought. I turned to Hannah, “I know you said you masturbate a lot, like me and Kate do. But, um, when you’re doing that, do you ever think about, you know, about your mom and your aunt, the stuff they do?”

“Sometimes I do,” she smiled.

“Does it get you excited?”

Her smile widened. “Yeah…”

“So do you ever, kind of, imagine that you’re in there with them, watching? Or maybe even, like, joining in?”

“What do you mean?”

“I mean, you know, when you’re playing with yourself, don’t you sometimes use your imagination and pretend you’re inside the bedroom with them? Watching them, or maybe doing the same stuff they do?”

Hannah looked uncertain. “I don’t know, um…”

“Let’s do this,” I said. “Let’s play a game, okay? Lay down here beside me.”

“Why?”

“Come on, just do it. It’ll be fun.”

“Well, all right.”

She stretched out on her back, hands at her sides. I paused for a moment and just gazed at my friend, at her lovely slim body, lightly freckled, tiny titties barely more than swells on her chest, and oh my god that gorgeous face, her big brown eyes, those pink lips — utterly irresistible.

My hand went between my legs again. “God, Hannah,” I said, “you are just so hot.”

“Yeah, she is,” said Kate. “You are, I mean.” We giggled at her correction.

“So, uh, what I want to do,” I explained, “is kind of play a game, a game of pretend. You want to?”

“I guess,” Hannah shrugged.

“All right, um, start by closing your eyes.”

“Really?”

“Uh-huh.”

“Okay.” She closed her eyes.

I positioned myself over her, lying right on top of her, my nipples on her nipples, my legs nestling between hers, causing the girl to part her thighs. Our vulvas were in contact.

“All right, now, it’s time to play pretend. Keep your eyes closed,” I instructed, “and use your imagination. I want you to imagine I’m your mother.”

“What—?!!” Hannah’s eyes flew open.

“It’s just a game,” I assured her. “Come on, close your eyes and play along. It’ll be fun.”

“Well… all right.” She closed her eyes again.

“Now come on, Hannah,” I urged, “you’re an artist. You have a great imagination. So picture me not being me, but being your mum. You can do that. And remember, it’s only a game, we’re just having fun. You’re not doing anything wrong.”

She took a deep breath, then let it out, nodding, “Okay.”

I shut my eyes too. In a soft voice, almost a whisper, I said, “I’m your mum, Hannah. We’re in bed, um… we’re in your bed, and we’re both naked, all right?”

She nodded again.

“I’m gonna kiss you now, but it’s not me kissing you, it’s your mum. You have to imagine that if you opened your eyes — which I don’t want you to do — but if you did, you wouldn’t see me, you’d see her, okay?”

“Uh-huh.”

“Mmm, I like this,” Kate murmured, somewhere close to us. She was masturbating. I could hear the squishy sound of her fingers in her pussy, and I could smell her excitement.

Without saying another word, I brought my lips to Hannah’s. At first she seemed to resist, but soon returned my kiss. I parted my lips and she opened hers. Our tongues met, teasing.

“Hannah…” I whispered.

“Mummy,” she replied, and I felt her arms go around me, pulling me closer.

We kissed for a minute or so, gently, tenderly, soft lips on soft lips, tongues just beginning to explore.

As our passion slowly grew, and the tempo began to increase, I said, “Mummy loves you so much, Hannah, and I just want to show you. Show you how very much…”

“Uh-huh,” she nodded, “show me, Mummy.”

“God!” Kate gasped. I could tell she was almost there, almost ready to come. I hoped she wouldn’t distract Hannah from the fantasy.

But that didn’t seem to be a problem. The slender redhead spread her legs wider apart. She put her hands on my butt, pulling me against her. “Show me, Mummy. Show me!” she urged.

I kissed her again, harder this time, shoving my tongue into her mouth. She groaned and sucked on it. I was moving on top of her now, humping her, fucking her.

When we broke the kiss, I said, “Mummy loves you, Hannah, Mummy loves you!”

“Fuck me, Mummy,” begged the girl. “Fuck me and make me come!”

That was all it took for Kate. I heard her squeal and I knew she was climaxing.

I moved faster and faster on top of Hannah. “You want me to fuck you? Huh? Want Mummy to fuck your little pussy, make you come?”

“Uh-huh! Uh-huh! Do it, Mummy, do it! Don’t stop!” she cried.

We fucked and fucked for a few seconds longer, pussy against pussy, cunt on cunt, until suddenly Hannah moaned — “Ohhh!!!” — and I felt her body shuddering beneath me.

I wasn’t quite there yet, but that didn’t matter. I held her tightly as she groaned and shook, loving the feel of this pretty girl in my arms, her warmth, her sweetness, and the incredible erotic energy of her orgasm. It was completely satisfying — especially since I knew that as I fucked her, she’d been pretending it wasn’t me doing it, but her own mother. That was hot.

And that was only the beginning of our pretend games that evening. Once I’d given Hannah the idea, it seemed she couldn’t get enough. We played around with lots of variations: Kate and I taking turns as Hannah’s mum, or one of us portraying Lauren, and then we brought our mother into the picture too, letting Hannah play that role as she made love with us. We kissed and tribbed, ate pussy, finger-fucked, each one of us enjoying numerous orgasms. It was definitely a night to remember, and a Thanksgiving we would never forget.

Continue on to Chapter 119

By Naughty Mommy

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Lauren finished kissing her cousin Kelsey. Their lips were moist, their cheeks flushed. The women, seated beside each other on our sofa, both appeared to be aroused, breathing quickly, chests rising and falling. They gazed into one another’s eyes for a moment, then looked around at the rest of us.

I could feel the sexual tension sparking in the room, like electricity. For several seconds, no one said anything — but there was plenty of stirring, women squirming in their chairs, kids glancing back and forth, eager to see what would happen next. Were we still going to play our game, Undercover Spy? Or would this impromptu session of Truth or Dare lead to something even more extreme?

“Well,” said my mother finally, “I think it’s getting dark enough now. For the game, I mean.”

It was about 5:30 by that time and definitely dark outside, since we were nearing the end of November.

“Dark?” asked Lauren. “Why would it have to be dark?”

“Because… um…” Kate started to explain, before hesitating. She was sitting next to me on the floor, cross-legged. Her mouth twisted as she debated how much she should say.

Megan giggled. “Maybe, before anything else, you should tell ‘em about the Vegas rule,” she proposed.

“Yes, good idea,” Mommy nodded. To Lauren and Kelsey, she said, “I don’t know if either of you have ever been to Las Vegas, but…”

“I have,” answered Lauren. Kelsey shook her head.

“Well, whether you’ve been there or not,” said my mom, “you might have seen their ads or know about their slogan: ‘What Happens Here, Stays Here.’”

“Yeah, I’ve heard that,” Kelsey grinned.

“Well,” Mommy chuckled, “you might say that’s sort of our motto here, among us — especially when it comes to the game we’re about to play.”

“So you mean,” said Lauren, “that even though we might share some of our naughty little secrets with each other, once we leave here, our lips are sealed, right?”

“Yes, that’s exactly right,” our mother confirmed, giving her a wink. “And you’ll see why, after we’ve played the game.”

I spoke up, “When we played it the first time with Megan — um, that was, like, a few weeks ago — anyway, we didn’t explain all the rules to her at the start, but first we had everyone agree they would just go along with whatever the rules said, no matter what it might be.”

“No matter what?” asked Kelsey, eyebrows raised.

“Yeah,” nodded Hannah, “that’s how we did it, Mum. Everyone says first they’ll abide by the rules and just do whatever. Okay?”

Kelsey gazed at her daughter for a moment, then shrugged. “All right, fair enough. I’m game.”

“Me too, I guess,” said Lauren. “Sounds like it might be fun.”

“Yay!” clapped Lindsey. “Now we can play!”

The next thing, though, was figuring out exactly how we were going to play with such a large group. We’d never tried it with so many participants before. Since it was Kate’s game, she made the decisions.

“Okay,” she said, after a moment’s thought. I was impressed with how fast she figured things out. “Here’s what we’ll do. We’ll have two teams, five people each, but this time we’ll have two evil scientists. Um, it’ll be me, and… and Dana.”

“Evil scientists?” asked Lauren.

“Yeah, um, I’ll tell you about that in a minute,” said Kate, getting to her feet.

She went to the cabinet where items of clothing had been stored from the fashion show at Molly’s big slumber party. Near the top of a wicker basket in the cabinet were a number of scarves and hair ribbons. My sister had to search around for a little while but finally found five in various shades of blue and five more in shades of red.

Closing the cabinet door and turning to us, she held out her hands, groups of each color bunched in her fists. “A red team and a blue team,” Kate smiled. “Two teams.”

She split us into teams, handing out ribbons and scarves, instructing us to tie them around our foreheads, which we did. On the blue team were Megan, Kelsey, Lindsey, Molly, and Chelsea. The red team consisted of my mom, Lauren, Hannah, Samantha, and me.

“Now we have to make it dark,” said Molly.

“Right,” nodded Kate. “We have to turn out all the lights, everywhere, starting downstairs, then upstairs.”

The lights, both inside and out, were turned off downstairs, and the curtains closed. Then we went upstairs. We all had to wait in the hall for a minute while Kate did something in her bedroom. She came out holding two plastic water bottles, the orange one we’d used before that was marked FORMULA X, and a yellow one on which she’d just written FORMULA Y. I could smell the fresh ink from the magic marker.

“Now, like I said, we’re gonna have two evil scientists this time,” she told us. “That’ll be me and Dana.”

Handing the yellow bottle to Dana, she said, “See, the thing is, the secret formulas in these bottles, when you put ‘em together, mix ‘em up, will make a really super powerful ingredient that will make us — me and the other evil scientist — the strongest people in the world. We’ll be able to rule everybody, make ‘em all do bad stuff, anything we want. But you guys have to stop us. You’re the teams of undercover spies. Your job is to get the formula from us and stop us from doing bad things. Okay?”

She looked at Kelsey and Lauren. They both nodded, appearing to understand.

“All right,” said Kate. “Now, for one team to win, they have to get both bottles, both of the secret formulas, and have them at the same time, and they have to get to Mommy’s bed with them.”

As she said this, she walked to end of the hall and pushed open our mother’s door, flipping on the light and pointing at the bed. “You have to have both bottles, right? Not just one.”

This was a change in the rules. I realized it would make the game more complicated, probably causing it to last longer, giving us even more opportunity to climb all over each other’s naked bodies. Pretty smart of my sister. Of course, our two new initiates, Lauren and Kelsey, didn’t know anything yet about the naked part — I wondered how they would react when they found out!

Kate switched off the hall light. She’d already turned off the light in her bedroom, so now the whole house, except for Mommy’s room, was completely dark.

It suddenly occurred to me that the next step normally was for all the players to gather inside our mother’s walk-in closet and do a strip search. But would twelve of us be able to squeeze in there at the same time?

We were, although it was a tight fit. Kate still hadn’t explained about the next part, however. She just ushered us all inside the closet, flipping on the overhead bulb and turning off the light in Mommy’s room before squishing in with us and pulling the door closed. I heard nervous laughter, and almost immediately began perspiring. We were really crammed in and it was getting hot. I was up against Samantha. Lindsey was next to her. Dana was right behind me, with Kate behind her.

“Okay, now, um, the next thing,” said Kate, “is to search each other for hidden weapons. That’s what undercover spies have to do. And we have to search everybody. Everyone, I mean, has to search everyone else, even the people on your own team, okay?”

Most of the players nodded. All of us but Kelsey and Lauren knew the rules.

Kate went on, “But to do the search, first we have to get naked. We have to take off each other’s clothes.”

“No…” said Lauren, astonished.

“Remember, you agreed to follow all the rules, no matter what,” Megan told her. “Right?”

“That’s what we said,” Kelsey chuckled. “True enough. Now I guess we’re really in it, eh?”

Lauren shook her head bemusedly, but offered no further objections. She caught my mother’s eye. “I’m beginning to see what you meant,” the woman grinned.

“Uh-huh,” Mommy nodded. “What happens here, stays here.”

“All right, so, is everybody ready?” Kate began, before interrupting herself. “Oh, wait. Um, Dana, put your bottle up here for now, okay?”

As they placed their plastic bottles on the shelf above our heads, Kate smiled, “That’s so you can have both hands free.”

“Right,” nodded Dana, giggling.

“Now remember,” said Kate to the group, “first, take off everyone’s clothes, the people around you. And then, once everybody’s naked, we’ll do the search for hidden weapons. Are you ready?”

Without waiting for an answer, she switched off the overhead light. We were plunged into total blackness.

As I’d noticed before when we did this, the sudden darkness made the air feel even warmer, closer. And without a sense of vision, our awareness of the bodies around us became more acute — their subtle scents, the excited breathing, that moist warmth of skin on skin where bare arms and legs rubbed together — it was undeniably sensual, erotic.

“Go ahead and start now,” said Kate, her voice sounding somehow louder in the pitch dark. “Just reach and grab whoever’s by you. Take off her clothes. Then move around and do it with everyone else. Make sure everybody’s completely naked.”

“Oh my god…” I recognized Kelsey’s English accent. Apparently it was dawning on her just how kinky this game of ours really was.

I didn’t pause any longer to think about her, though, or about anyone else. I quickly grabbed Samantha, tugging on her t-shirt, pulling it up, lifting it over her head. At the same time I felt other hands on me, grabbing, groping, pulling at my clothes. I laughed out loud, feeling giddy and sexy all at once, completely happy.

After I got Samantha’s shirt over head and off, I touched the girl’s chest, making sure that was the only shirt she was wearing. It was. I ran my hands all over her skin, feeling her little nipples, hearing her giggle. Then I reached for her shorts.

I don’t how long it actually was before we had everyone naked, but it must have taken a while, several minutes at least. Even though my mother’s walk-in closet was large, with a dozen women and girls packed inside, it wasn’t easy to move anywhere. We had to, though, those were the rules.

So, we squirmed around as best we could in the darkness, our warm, sweaty, feminine bodies sliding together — grownup women with round bottoms and full breasts, little girls with flat chests and no hips, plus those in-between, like me and Kate and Hannah, with budding breasts and figures beginning to develop — all of us rubbing up against one another.

Finally, it seemed apparent that no clothing was left, everyone was nude. The floor, of course, was now a jumble of shirts and shorts and dresses and socks and panties and bras. That made it easy to stumble, but if you did, you leaned right into someone else and were held up. It was impossible for anyone to fall down.

Now we came to my favorite part. “Okay,” Katie told us, “the next thing is to search for hidden weapons. And remember, you have to search everybody. It doesn’t matter if they’re on your team or not. Search everywhere, search everyone. We can’t have any hidden weapons.”

“Mmm, I like this game,” came a chuckle from somewhere near me. It was Kelsey. Others laughed with her.

At this point, I was pressed up against Dana. Although I couldn’t see a thing, I recognized her scent and the diminutive size of her body, her small breasts. In fact, I had a hand on one breast, playfully squeezing it in the dark, fondling the erect nipple. Behind me was a little girl, probably Samantha. The girl was turned away from me, her bottom pressing against my thigh. To one side of me was a woman. I was pretty sure it was Lauren. On the other side were a bunch of my mother’s dresses and suits, on hangers.

“All right, start searching now,” said Kate. “Search everywhere.”

So we did. We moved around, hand and fingers sliding over soft skin, on the neck, the face, under the arms, over the breasts, between the legs — and sometimes even between pussy lips. More than once I felt fingers probing there, slipping inside my labia. That was pretty easy to do, because I was very wet.

And I wasn’t the only one whose pussy was getting juicy. As I eagerly and thoroughly conducted my search for concealed weapons, I often felt the same slippery moisture between the legs of those I was touching, even some of the younger girls. It occurred to me, of course, that as wet as most of us were, some of the lubrication I was feeling may have been transferred, from one pussy to another. What a delicious thought that was!

As I grabbed the next person I encountered — it was a very small girl, Chelsea — and began rubbing my hands all over her, I felt other hands on my body, reaching around from behind, sliding between my legs. This was a woman, a grownup. Her hands were strong. I wasn’t certain who it was, but I was positive it wasn’t my mother. The hands played with me, fingers purposely stroking my clit, other fingers pushing between my labia. I felt the woman’s breasts sliding against my back, hot breath on my neck. She was grinding against me, humping me from behind as she massaged my pussy. Then, almost as quickly as she’d started, she was gone, moving on to someone else.

I did too. I moved on to the next, then the next, then the one after her — groping, stroking, touching, fondling, whether woman or girl, adult or child, it didn’t matter. She was female, naked, and that’s all I cared about.

It went on that way for I don’t know how long. I was making no attempt to keep track of time, nor to count how many people I was searching. The only important thing was the nude body I was caressing now, and the one after her.

Soon we started kissing. I felt hands holding my face, lips finding mine, tongue slithering inside my mouth. I returned the kiss. It was Hannah. Was this the first kiss of the night, or had there been others? I didn’t know. But as Hannah broke away, seeking the next person, I could hear the slurpy smack of lips on lips, wet kissing all around me, and I heard moans too, along with heavy breathing.

Now someone else was holding me, pressing her mouth against mine, kissing me hard. It was a woman. This had to be Megan, because she was so tall. Her long arms went around me, pulling me close, hands gliding all over my sweaty, slippery skin. I kissed her and she kissed me. Then we parted.

I felt a familiar body sliding next to mine, a girl I’d made love with countless times, my sister Kate. She kissed me, humped me, then took her hand in mine and pressed it between her legs. “Fuck me, Julie,” she whispered.

So I did. I pushed my fingers between her moist pussy lips, found the opening to her vagina, and began fucking her.

“Yes!” Kate groaned. She kissed me hard, shoving her tongue into my mouth, let me fuck her a few seconds longer, then slipped away.

Suddenly Hannah was back, holding me, kissing me, grinding her lovely body against mine. I grabbed her bottom, those perfect little cheeks, squeezing them as I kissed her. And then I heard another whisper, only this wasn’t Hannah. It was someone else, close by. The sound was soft, almost inaudible, but urgent, “Fuck me! Fuck me!”

It wasn’t Kate, either, but I recognized the voice. I knew who it was, because I’d heard that plea before. It was Lauren, I was certain of it. Although this was only a whisper, it was the same request I’d heard her make as I listened late at night in the hallway outside her bedroom door.

“Fuck me!” Lauren hissed again, almost gasping now.

“It’s them,” Hannah whispered in my ear, as if confirming my thoughts. “My mum and my aunt. That’s what they do.”

The girl was holding me tightly, but no longer humping. She seemed to be listening, as I was.

Then we heard another sound — no words, only a loud squeal. It was my sister Kate. I didn’t think she was having an orgasm, but it sounded to me like she might be just about there.

She squealed a second time, then seemed to make an effort to get control of herself. “Okay, okay,” she panted. “That’s… that’s good.”

For a moment everything was completely still. There were no more sounds of kissing, of moans or whispers. It was as if everyone, including me, was waiting to see what would happen next.

We heard a long sigh from Kate, a final kiss, and then she told us, “All right, so, we’re done with the searching. No hidden weapons, that’s good. Now we can start the game. Um, I’m gonna take one team out with me, the red team. Blue team, you guys stay here, okay? Just for a minute, then I’ll tell you what to do next.”

I had to think to recall which team I was on. I fingered the scarf tied around my head. I couldn’t see it, of course, but remembered the color. It was red.

The closet door opened. A bit of light filtered in, along with fresh air. I took a deep breath, and sensed others around me doing the same. Kate said, “Red team, come on out now.”

My mom stepped into the bedroom, sucking the middle finger of her right hand. I followed her. Lauren, Hannah, and Samantha, the other members of our team, made their way out as well.

Kate looked back into the closet. She took Dana by the hand and drew her out. I saw that they both had retrieved their plastic bottles containing the secret formula. To those still inside, Kate said, “Okay, you guys stay here. I’m gonna close the door again, and in a minute I’ll tell you to start counting. You have to count to a hundred, and then you can come looking for us. Me and Dana, the evil scientists, are gonna hide downstairs somewhere. The red team will be in a different closet, in another bedroom. Okay?”

After shutting the door, she led the members of the red team to Molly’s room, which was next to our mother’s. She put us inside Molly’s closet, another very tight squeeze, gave us instructions, and closed the door. We waited, giggling, all pressed together, completely nude of course. My mom was behind me, her hands on my shoulders. In front of me, facing away, was Samantha. I had my arms around her waist.

We heard Kate’s voice, out in the hall. “Okay,” she called, “start counting! Count to a hundred, then try to find us!”

The game was extra wild. Having two evil scientists to chase made it confusing sometimes, but it was a lot of fun. Everyone laughed, running this way and that, bumping into each other, grabbing, holding, trying to keep track of who was on which team. The bottles changed hands many times.

All the sexual excitement we’d built up inside the closet during the strip search carried over too. Sometimes, as one woman or girl was grabbing another, trying to wrest the bottle away, it seemed the intent might not be simply to win the game, but also to fondle her. I noticed a lot of that — girls and women copping a feel — and I indulged in it just as much as the others did.

This reached a climax, so to speak, when we were all jumbled together on the floor of the family room. It was a crazy pile of feminine bodies, arms and legs all tangled up, hands and fingers going everywhere. The bottles, both of them, were somewhere in the middle, near the bottom of the pile.

I was on my back on the carpet with my head resting in someone’s crotch. I wasn’t sure who she was, and I had a grip on one of the bottles, although I didn’t know which one. Kelsey, Hannah’s mom, was on top of me, straddling my thigh. She had one hand on my breast, the other reaching inside the pile, trying to pull the bottle from my hand. The woman’s main focus, however, was clearly not on securing the secret formula, but on humping me!

Kelsey looked into my eyes. She licked her lips. Her fingers pinched my nipple. I could feel her pussy grinding on me, wet and hot on my thigh. “Uh-huh, uh-huh,” she nodded, speaking mostly to herself, it seemed. “Uh-huh, uh-huh,” she repeated, humping faster now, faster and faster. Her eyes widened. It looked like she was getting close.

Then I felt someone else’s hand on my hand, the one holding the bottle. Their fingers were tugging at mine. I let the bottle go. I didn’t care about that any more. My other hand was on Kelsey’s bottom, on her ass. I pulled her against me as she humped my leg. Her face was flushed, turning very red, and dripping with sweat.

All of a sudden she gasped, closing her eyes, squeezing them shut. Her body went rigid, shaking slightly — and a few seconds after that she was totally limp, collapsed, face buried in my neck. I could feel the woman panting, trying to catch her breath.

Oh my god! Had that really happened? Did Hannah’s mom actually have an orgasm on top of me? And if she did, was she the only one, or could there have been others as we played the game that night? It was impossible to tell, with all of us clumped together the way we were. Almost anything could have taken place.

Megan bolted upright, standing naked beside the pile, arms held high. “Got ‘em, finally! Got ‘em both!” she cried. “Blue, team, come on, let’s go!”

“No,” Dana yelled. But her voice was muffled, buried as she was by several other bodies. I realized then that it was her crotch beneath my head.

“Come on, blue team!” Megan reached down and grabbed Kelsey’s arm, pulling her off me, handing one of the bottles to her.

Chelsea jumped up too, shrieking with excitement. She was tugging at someone else, though I couldn’t see who it was. “Come on, come on!!”

Without waiting for the the rest of the team, Megan and Kelsey took off running. They were soon followed by all the rest of us, laughing, shouting, racing. We pounded up the stairs, my mom and I bringing up the rear, holding hands. Samantha, Lauren, and Hannah were just in front of us.

“Go, red team, go!” I yelled — but by then it was already too late. We got to the door and found Megan and her teammates sitting on Mommy’s bed, grinning at us, holding up both bottles. The blue team was victorious.

Kate or someone had switched on the bedroom light, and what a sight that was: a whole roomful of nude, sweating, smiling women and girls, from adults in their thirties down to little ones like Chelsea and Samantha, who were only 7. We looked around at each other, no one speaking, just panting and giggling.

Continue on to Chapter 118

By Naughty Mommy

Click this link for a helpful chart of Characters and Relationships

I didn’t wake until almost 10:00, much later than I usually slept, even on the weekend. Kate was still snoozing.

But mmmm, I could smell something, something good. I smelled coffee, and bacon — Sunday morning breakfast! I got out of bed and peed, washed my face and hands, then quickly put on shorts and a t-shirt and went downstairs. I was really curious to see who might still be there and what they were doing. Plus I was hungry!

Everyone was already up but us. The little kids, all five of them, were seated around the table in the dining room, eating waffles with maple syrup. My mom had expanded the table, inserting two extra leaves, and covered it with a big white tablecloth. Theresa and Paula were sitting beside the girls, drinking coffee. Megan was with them too, so I assumed she and Dana must have come over earlier, while I was still asleep.

“Good morning,” said Megan, showing a big smile.

“Morning, Julie,” said Paula. Both she and Theresa were wearing silk robes, which I recognized as my mother’s. I wondered what they might have on beneath those robes, if anything.

“G’morning,” I nodded.

“Good morning, dear,” said Theresa, sending me a wink. I heard the kids mumble their greetings too, around mouthfuls of food. Which reminded me, I was really hungry. I went into the kitchen.

Mommy was making waffles. Dana was frying bacon, turning it over. I hugged my mom, giving her a kiss. I kissed Dana too.

“Why don’t you let me do that,” I said to my mom, “and you can go sit with your friends.”

“No, it’s all right,” Mommy said. “We’re almost done. This should be the last of it, at least until Katie gets up.”

She took a warmed plate from the oven, then opened the waffle iron and removed a big fluffy waffle, putting it on the plate and handing it to me. It smelled heavenly!

After taking off her apron, she gave me another kiss, and said, “Come on, let’s go sit with them, and you can eat. I can tell how hungry you are.”

“You’re right, I am,” I giggled.

“Dana, you come along too,” Mommy said. “That bacon is crisp enough.”

“Okay, be right there.”

My mom and I went into the dining room. The extended table was pretty big, but it was still a tight fit getting us all around it. We managed, though. On the table was a pitcher of orange juice. Mommy poured me a glass, then took her seat. I dove into my breakfast.

It was a festive atmosphere, like a holiday or a celebration. And I suppose my mother did have something to celebrate, having acquired two new bed partners the night before. Although no one came right out and admitted they’d had sex, they weren’t trying terribly hard to hide it either. At one point, Paula said, “We decided to have our own grownup slumber party, since you kids were having one. It was a lot of fun!”

“I’ll say it was,” nodded Theresa.

Riley kept catching my eye, smiling at me as if we shared a special secret, which we did. And when Kate came downstairs a few minutes later, squeezing into the last available space at the table, I noticed Riley smiling at her the same way.

After everyone was finally finished eating, Paula offered to help my mother with the dishes.

“No, please, don’t worry about it. That’s what dishwashers are for,” Mommy said, “not to mention all these girls. They have to earn their keep, you know.”

So, while Theresa and Paula went upstairs with our mom to put their clothes on, and while the younger kids watched TV and played with Legos, Kate and I took care of the cleanup. We were assisted by Megan and Dana, who were almost part of the family now. Well, Dana was part of the family, and in a way it seemed like Megan was too, since she and her daughter Samantha were at our house so much. Anyway, it didn’t take long with four of us working on it.

Mommy came downstairs a few minutes later together with Paula and Theresa, who were now dressed in their things from the night before. When my mother saw Kate and me removing the syrupy tablecloth and getting ready to pull out the extra leaves from the dining table, she said, “Kids, why don’t you leave those in for now.”

“Leave them in?”

“Uh-huh, I have a plan,” she winked.

Kate and I looked at each other, not quite sure what she meant by that. Shrugging, we left the table extended. I put the tablecloth in the washing machine and started it up.

At the front door, lots of hugs and kisses were exchanged as our guests prepared to leave. There certainly was a new dynamic now. Theresa was much less formal, though no less flirtatious, and Paula seemed to bubble over with happiness, giggling and gabbing like a teenager.

It took a while, but finally they were gone. Megan and Samantha went home too. Dana and Chelsea stayed, of course, though they would go back to their own apartment after dinner that evening since it was a school night.

“Well, that was fun,” my mother said as we walked slowly toward the family room. Her arm was around my waist, and mine was around hers. Dana was with us, holding my other hand. Molly and Chelsea had run upstairs to play in Molly’s room and Kate was getting ready to go for a jog around the neighborhood.

“So, did you have a good time with those two last night,” Dana asked Mommy, “after Megan and I left?”

“I’ll say I did. That Paula really is a wildcat in bed, she’ll do anything. And Theresa loosened up after a while too, although she seems to enjoy simply watching as much as anything else.”

“Next time we’ll stay,” promised Dana. “I’ll need to talk Megan into it, but I think she will. I’ve been giving her lots of hints — about group sex, I mean, all of us together.”

“Even the kids?” I asked.

“Uh-huh, even the kids, eventually anyway. We talk about that sometimes in bed, you know, like doing role plays, one of us pretending to be a little girl. Usually that’s me, of course. Last night, I pretended I was Samantha, and Megan went totally crazy, she was just so turned on by it.”

“Speaking of kids,” Mommy said to me, squeezing my waist, “did you and Riley have fun watching us last night?”

I was shocked by this, dumbfounded. Here I thought I’d been so careful, and yet she’d known all along we were there! Not that I was ashamed or embarrassed about it or anything — my mother loved having me watch her — but I really was surprised.

“You saw us?”

“Of course I saw. How could I not? My 13-year-old daughter running her hands all over a naked 9-year-old girl? Naturally I noticed that, and I enjoyed it too.”

“Wow, guess I need to do a better job of hiding or something.”

The three of us sat together on the sofa. My mother kissed my cheek. “Don’t you worry about it, sweetheart, it’s fine. Soon enough, hopefully, we’ll have no need to hide anything at all, from any of them.”

“Yeah, I hope you’re right,” I nodded. Then I remembered what I wanted to ask. “So, um, what’s your plan with the dining table?”

“Oh, well, you know, Thanksgiving is coming up this week,” Mommy smiled. “And I was thinking of inviting some friends to join us for turkey dinner.”

“Some friends? Who?”

“Well, remember when I told you I’d like to develop a closer relationship with Hannah and Lindsey, and their mothers, Kelsey and Lauren? Much closer, if you get my drift.”

I did remember her saying that. She hadn’t really had an opportunity to do anything about it yet, however. So maybe that was her plan — get to know them better over Thanksgiving dinner … and possibly seduce them? — I liked that idea!

“Wow, that would be great,” I said. “Have you invited them?”

“No, not yet. But I think I’ll call them right now.”

She made the call, and they accepted. On Thursday, we’d have a nice big group joining us for turkey and stuffing and cranberry sauce — not only Kelsey, Hannah, Lauren, and Lindsey, but Megan and Samantha too, along with Dana and Chelsea, obviously. All together, including the four of us, that would make twelve women and girls. No wonder Mommy said to leave the table extended!

* * *

What a great week that was.

I only got to see Karen once, on Monday. School was let out early on Wednesday for the long holiday weekend, so I didn’t see her then. But Monday afternoon she drove me home from school. She and I enjoyed a nice round of girl sex in the family room with Kate and Molly and Chelsea. (Samantha wasn’t there that day because her mother had Mondays off from work.) And when Dana and Mommy both arrived around 5:30, they played with us a little bit too.

“Will you stay for dinner?” my mom asked Karen, after she finished riding her face, coming all over her. “Nothing special tonight, just leftovers, but we’d love to have you, as always.”

“Thank you, but no, I really can’t. I need to get home to my parents,” Karen said, wiping some of the goo from my mother’s pussy off her chin and licking her finger. She was lying on her back on the carpet. “They’re still kind of upset that I’m going with Miranda to New Jersey for Thanksgiving. So I’m trying to be really nice and stuff as much as I can, let ‘em know everything’s okay.”

“All right, I understand,” Mommy smiled as she got to her feet, shaking out her blonde hair, brushing it back from her face. She was nude, her lovely body gleaming, covered in a sheen of sweat.

I rolled off my little sister Molly. We’d been kissing and tribbing, and had both reached orgasm at almost the same time. It was great. Now I leaned back on my hands and admired my mother’s beauty, her incredible sensuality, thinking how lucky I was, how lucky we all were.

We heard a squeal from the sofa. Chelsea was climaxing. Her mother, Dana, was on top of her in a ’69’. I knew Dana had come a few minutes earlier, and now it was Chelsea’s turn. What a beautiful thing it is to see a mom bring her little girl to orgasm!

Kate sat up too, grinning and wiping her own mouth. She’d been between Karen’s legs, eating her and bringing her to climax just before Mommy came. Kate was naked as well, as were all of us except Karen. The teen still had her denim miniskirt on, though her panties were off and the skirt pushed up to her waist. Her blouse was open. She wore no bra.

“Oh, but I wanted to tell you,” Karen said to my mom as she got up and started buttoning her blouse. “I talked to Miranda. She says it’s fine if you want to call her. I can give you her number. She says she’d like to meet you guys too, maybe after we get back.”

“That would be lovely,” Mommy said. “I’d like that.”

Karen finished dressing, gave Miranda’s number to Mommy, and then kissed us and got ready to leave, apologizing that she couldn’t stay for dinner.

“No, don’t you worry,” our mother said, giving her a hug. “It’s important that you maintain a good relationship with your parents, very important. It’s the right thing to do.”

“I guess so. Okay, bye,” Karen smiled and waved as she walked out to her car. “See you next week, Julie!”

* * *

On Wednesday afternoon, with school out early and my mom’s law office closing at noon as well, she and I went grocery shopping. We came home loaded down with bags and bags of food, including a 20-pound turkey, several jars of cranberry sauce, green beans, sweet potatoes, four bottles of champagne, the makings for both cherry pie and pumpkin pie, and a whole lot more. Then we started cooking.

By that evening, the house smelled wonderful. We’d boiled and mashed the sweet potatoes and they were in the refrigerator now, in a casserole, waiting to be baked the next day with a marshmallow topping. Two pies were in the oven, almost done. We called out for pizza for dinner, then cleaned up the kitchen.

In the morning, we got back to work. It was time to get the turkey going. We boiled the giblets for gravy, stuffed the bird, and had it in the oven by 10:00, slowly roasting. Our plan was to eat at 3:00. Our guests would be arriving around 2:00. What fun!

And it was fun, a lot of fun. Not only the dinner, which was totally fabulous, but all the happy conversation, fueled by champagne, and then of course the sexy games we played afterwards.

Actually, the subject of games came up during dessert, as we were filling our already full bellies with pie and fresh whipped cream. Omigod, what a meal that was! Anyhow, around a mouthful of pumpkin pie, Chelsea said, “Can we play Undercover Spies when we’re done?”

“Oh, uh, well, maybe we can,” said Mommy, “although we should probably rest for a while first, let our food digest a bit.”

“Okay,” Chelsea nodded, happy with the answer.

“What game is that?” Lauren asked.

Hannah looked at me, eyebrows raised. It was clear that neither she nor Lindsey had said anything to either of their moms about that game or how it was played. Apparently they were about to find out.

However, before any of us could reply to Lauren’s question, Samantha piped up, “And can we do kissing too, after, like the other night?”

“Kissing??” This time Lauren’s eyebrows were raised.

Samantha nodded. “Yeah, um, when we finished playing, after we won, we did practice kissing. We were all naked. It was fun.”

“Oh my…” That was Kelsey, Hannah’s mum. She had her hand at her throat. She took a deep breath, then licked her lips and said, “You, uh, you were all naked, and kissing?”

I wondered if my mother, or perhaps Megan, would try to cut this discussion short, turn the conversation to something else before too much was revealed. But neither of them did.

“Uh-huh,” Samantha grinned excitedly, her eyes crinkled almost shut.

“We were on Mommy’s bed,” Chelsea put in, “with, um — what are your friend’s names?” She looked at Molly.

“Riley and Emily,” said Molly.

“Yeah. With Riley and Emily,” continued Chelsea, “and Molly and Kate and Julie, and me and Samantha.”

“That’s a lot of girls,” my mother chuckled. “All on my bed?”

“Uh-huh,” Chelsea nodded, beaming.

I was watching Kelsey. She was wearing a stretchy low-cut white top beneath a dark brown cardigan sweater, which was unbuttoned. The top displayed plenty of cleavage. As the woman listened, her hand moved down from her throat to caress the tops of her breasts. I’m not sure if she even realized what she was doing, but the effect was extremely sexy.

“I really like kissing,” Samantha said, smiling at her mother. Megan blushed.

“Me too,” said Lindsey. “You should tell ‘em, Mom.”

“Uh, well, I…” Now Lauren was blushing too.

“It’s okay, they won’t mind,” Lindsey said. “Chelsea’s mom showed her, and Samantha’s mom showed her, and Molly’s mom does it too, with her. You should tell ‘em, they won’t mind.”

I looked across the table at Hannah. She had her head down, studying her hands. Were there secrets about her family that we were about to learn? I’d been wanting to tell my friend all about us when the time was right, but was it possible they were hiding things too?

My mother cleared her throat. “Well, it does sound like we’ll have plenty of interesting things to share with each other. First, though, Julie and Kate, let’s clear the table and get the dishwasher started, all right? Hannah, you can help us too, if you’d like. Dana, why don’t you take the women into the family room, maybe pour some more coffee. The younger girls can do whatever they want. It won’t take long, and then we can sit down for a nice friendly chat about kissing, and… whatever else might come up.”

Twenty minutes later, it was time for our chat. We all got together in the family room. Kelsey, Lauren, and Dana were on the sofa, with Chelsea on Dana’s lap. Megan was seated in one of the armchairs, with Samantha on her lap, and my mom was in the other armchair, with Molly at her feet. Scattered around, sitting on the arms of the sofa or the chairs and on the floor, were the rest of the kids. The adults had fresh cups of coffee, which Mommy had spiked with whiskey.

“So,” my mother began, “what shall we talk about? I know — kissing!”

That brought excited giggles from the girls along with nervous laughter from Lauren, Kelsey, and Megan.

“Seriously, though, we’re all friends here,” Mommy continued, “and I don’t think we need to keep secrets. We can and should trust each other, and I’m sure none of us would do or say something to embarrass anyone else, right?”

She looked around at each of the women and received nods of agreement, if somewhat tentative. Then she said, “All right, well, let me go first. A few minutes ago, you heard Lindsey say something about my little girl Molly, about me showing her how to kiss. And it’s true, I have done that, and I did the same thing with my other daughters too, Kate and Julie. I enjoyed it very much, and I think they did too, didn’t you, girls?”

Molly and Kate and I nodded happily at our mother.

Mommy went on, “From what Lindsey said, it appears I’m not the only mom here who’s taught her daughters about kissing. So, I’ve made my confession. Would anyone like to go next?”

Dana immediately responded. “Sure, I’ll say it. I showed Chelsea how to kiss. It feels really nice doing it with her. I like it and she does too. We do it a lot. I don’t see anything wrong with it at all.” She hugged her little girl and kissed her cheek. Chelsea smiled.

After a brief pause, several seconds of silence in the room, Megan cleared her throat, and said, “Well, okay, I guess I’ll take my turn next.” Blushing, she added, “This is kind of like Truth or Dare, isn’t it?”

The other women laughed with her.

“But anyway,” said Megan, “I, um, I’ve done that with Samantha too, you know, kissed her in sort of a grown-up way.” She blushed even redder, then went on, “I, uh, I only started doing it recently, just last week, in fact. But now we, well, we do it pretty much every day, or every night. I like it a lot, and I think she does too, don’t you, honey?”

“Yeah, I do, Mommy. I love it!” The girl punctuated this by turning to her mom and kissing her lips. They giggled together.

“All right,” said Lauren, nodding and smiling, “since everyone here is telling the truth — like Megan said, Truth or Dare, though I’m not sure what the dares might be — but anyway, I’ll confess as well. I’ve kissed my own daughter, Lindsey, like that. We’ve been doing it for, well, since last summer, around the time Kelsey and Hannah moved over here to live with us. As a matter of fact…”

Lauren glanced at her cousin Kelsey, next to her on the sofa, then said, “You know, I think it might be best if I stopped here, and let Kelsey say whatever she wants to say.”

Now it was Kelsey’s turn to blush. The plump, pretty brunette had her hand on her chest again, fingertips lightly stroking the tops of her breasts. She looked around the room, smiling at everyone, actually batting her eyelashes like an ingenue. After a deep breath, she said, “Very well, loves, here is a truth then. I do kiss my daughter Hannah, same as Lauren kisses Lindsey, and ‘perantly same as how Megan and Dana and Suzanne have all done. Quite the group of randy mums, aren’t we?”

There was laughter all around, along with nods of agreement from the women.

Kelsey continued, “As a matter of fact, when Lindsey and I do it with our girls, it’s often the four of us together, all at once. We like to trade off, going ‘round, you know. Lovely fun, it is.”

Hannah caught my eye. She was blushing too, but smiling and nodding as well. She seemed to be relieved, perhaps glad that the secret she’d been holding back was out in the open.

“And I’m like Dana,” added Kelsey. “I think girls learning to kiss is a good thing, nothing bad at all. Learning from their mums? Sure, why not? Who better to teach ‘em, that’s what I say.”

Everyone appeared to agree with this. But Kelsey still wasn’t finished. After looking at Lauren, who gave her a little nod, she said, “Just so you know, when we was girls ourselves, Lauren and me, cousins living close, on the same street, we did a lot of kissing, didn’t we. Kissing and, well… playing with one another, you know, how girls do. We, ah, let’s see, I was perhaps 11 or 12 when we started, and she would have been 10 or 11. Does that sound right?”

Lauren nodded.

“There was another little cousin too,” Kelsey told us. “Ginny was her name, even younger, and we fooled around with her as well whenever we had the chance. They didn’t live close, though, so it wasn’t often we got to see her, more’s the pity. She’s all grown now, ‘course, and we lost touch. Been years since I saw her, or even thought about her much. But bein’ here now, with all you lovely women and girls makes me think about the old days, it does, those good times.”

She and Lauren smiled at each other. Apparently on impulse, Lauren suddenly leaned in and kissed Kelsey on the lips, holding the kiss a moment longer than you might expect. As she drew away, there were sighs of delighted pleasure from the other moms in the room. Things were beginning to heat up.

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