Juicy Secrets Forbidden Tales of Lesbian Love

By Naughty Mommy

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Mommy and Paula were really going at it on the sofa. The perky blonde had climbed onto my mother’s lap and was straddling her, holding her face in both hands, kissing and sucking her lips. My mom had one hand under Paula’s miniskirt, grabbing her butt, the other hand perhaps fondling her breasts, though from our angle we couldn’t really see that. Theresa was beside them, watching and masturbating.

Riley, Paula’s little girl, shuddered. She was breathing hard as we spied from upstairs on the women, as we watched our mothers groping and kissing. The child’s whole body was aquiver, trembling with arousal — and suddenly I realized that not only was I holding her tightly, my arms around the naked 9-year-old, I was also humping her! I’d started doing that without even knowing it, pushing my mound against her bottom, sliding up and down, grinding.

It felt great. I didn’t stop.

Paula and my mom finally broke their kiss, giggling and wiping their mouths. They turned to Theresa, their eyes going down to the hand working between her legs. She smiled at them as she continued rubbing herself through her panties.

“I know that we, uh, we can’t really do anything,” Theresa said, “but I just couldn’t help myself. Watching you two, well… it’s very exciting!”

“Why can’t we do anything?” Mommy asked.

“Oh, well, you know,” said Theresa, “not with the kids here, just upstairs. Maybe if we were alone, but —”

My mother shrugged. “I don’t know why that should matter. My girls know all about my sexuality. I’ve never tried to hide anything from them. They know very well that I’m a lesbian, and that, you know, that I’ve had many different partners.”

“Okay, but still…”

“I think sex is beautiful. The human body is beautiful. Women’s bodies, especially,” Mommy added with a smile.

“Damn right,” Paula nodded.

“Well, yes, of course,” Theresa conceded. “I agree, women are beautiful. But, uh…”

She didn’t say more. Her mouth hung open.

Mommy had both hands inside Paula’s clothing, and was sliding them up, raising the blouse the woman was wearing and the tank top beneath it as well. Paula did not resist. She lifted her arms. My mom pulled the two shirts up, and after a little tugging, they came off. The blonde was topless. She shook out her hair and placed her hands on her breasts, massaging them.

“Oh my god,” I heard Riley whisper.

While still grinding against the girl, even harder now, I put a hand lightly over her mouth, cautioning her to stay quiet. I caressed her pretty lips. Her tongue reached out to wet my fingertips.

“Now, you see?” my mother said. “Isn’t she beautiful? These lovely breasts?”

Mommy had a hand on Paula’s tit, the one nearer to us. We could see her squeezing and twisting the nipple. Paula moaned. Her daughter did too.

“Shhh,” I whispered softly in Riley’s ear. She nodded. I humped her.

My clit was tingling. Grinding my cunt against Riley’s butt was getting me so excited. I wasn’t going to let myself come — probably not, anyway — but it wouldn’t take much more. I licked her ear. She shivered and sucked my finger into her mouth.

“Well, uh, yes, she is,” Theresa said. “She’s beautiful. It’s just, I… I just don’t know…”

I noticed, however, that although the woman supposedly objected to the idea of openly having sex in the family room while their daughters were asleep upstairs (so they thought), she had not stopped rubbing her own pussy. It was a contradiction.

My mother must have noticed that too. She grinned at Theresa. “You don’t have to do anything if you don’t want to. But you can watch. I think you like watching, don’t you?”

Without waiting for an answer, Mommy kissed Paula again, wrapping her arms around her, stroking her bare back. Paula moaned, opening her mouth, sucking on my mother’s tongue. Her hands groped at my mom’s breasts through her dress.

I heard Riley whimper. And then all at once it dawned on me, to my surprise, that the little girl was masturbating, playing with herself as she viewed the action below. I wasn’t sure when she’d begun doing that, but it totally turned me on. She was still sucking my finger, so I kept that hand there but let the other slide to her chest, finding her puffy nipples, teasing them as I continued humping her bottom.

“Yes, I do like watching,” we heard Theresa say. “I like it very much.”

And as we watched, the woman moved her legs even farther apart, slipping her hand inside her panties. She rubbed herself and repeated, “I do like watching.”

The others made no response to this. They were too busy kissing and fondling. Theresa watched them and masturbated — but only a few seconds later, she stopped. She frowned and licked her lips. It looked as if she might be trying to make her mind up.

With a nod, Theresa got to her feet. After hiking the dress up to her waist, she hooked her thumbs into the waistband of her ivory-colored bikini panties and quickly pushed them down, stepping out of them. Her shoes were already off. She sat again on the sofa, but this time leaning in a corner with one foot up on the cushion, knee bent, long legs spread wide open.

Riley and I could see Theresa’s pussy. It was gleaming wet — even from where we were, we could see that. Her dark pubic hair was closely trimmed, but not shaved. She put both hands on her vulva and resumed masturbating.

It wasn’t clear whether Paula or my mom saw what Theresa had done. Probably they did, but neither made any indication of it. Mommy was sucking Paula’s nipple now. Paula’s eyes were closed. She was groaning, stroking my mother’s hair.

I heard Riley whimper again. She was trembling, shaking all over. It seemed to me that the girl might be almost ready to come. But how loud would she be if she did? Would the women hear her, and discover us spying on them? Then what would happen?

By that time, I was so turned on I almost didn’t care. It didn’t matter — nothing mattered but sex. I humped Riley and played with her nipples while she masturbated.

We watched our moms kiss and touch each other, her mother and my mother. It looked as if Mommy had her hand inside Paula’s panties now, maybe stroking her clit or even fucking her, though we couldn’t tell for sure. But Paula was moaning excitedly and kind of rocking up and down on Mommy’s lap.

Next to them on the sofa, Theresa was rubbing herself. She had both hands between her legs, fingers moving very fast. Her panties were on the floor. The woman was breathing hard, her face turning red. She kept nodding and licking her lips as she stared at the others.

My finger was still in Riley’s mouth. She was sucking and nibbling on it, almost like it was a nipple — or maybe a clitoris. Thinking about that, imagining the 9-year-old doing to my stiff clit what she was doing to my finger almost made me come right then. I humped her even faster.

And then Theresa climaxed. “Ohhh!!” she groaned.

The loud sound caught everyone’s attention. Paula turned and looked, as did my mom. Riley froze. She seemed to be holding her breath.

“Ohhh!!” Theresa groaned again, her long, lean body repeatedly shuddering. “Ohh… ohh…”

Her eyes had been tightly shut, but as her orgasmic spasms gradually began to recede, she opened them, smiling sheepishly. “God,” she sighed, catching her breath. “Sorry about that. I didn’t mean to —”

“Please, don’t apologize,” my mother chuckled. “I love seeing you do that. It’s very hot.”

“Yeah, oh my god, it’s great!” agreed Paula. “So sexy.”

I felt Riley begin to move again, playing with herself. I’d stopped my humping too, momentarily, but now I resumed grinding my crotch against her bottom.

My mother had her hand on Theresa’s bare leg. She was stroking her smooth inner thigh, fingers gradually moving closer to the woman’s pussy.

“You look so beautiful like that,” Mommy purred, “open wide, like an invitation. Would it be all right if I have a taste?”

“Oh, well, uh… I, I mean…” Theresa stammered. She swallowed hard, then said, “I, well, I think I’d like that, I really would. Except, I, I’m sorry, but would you mind too much if we went upstairs now, to your room? I’d feel better that way.”

“Of course, that’s just fine,” my mother said, patting Theresa’s knee. “Let’s all three go up there.”

“Uh-oh,” I whispered in Riley’s ear, drawing her back around the corner of the wall, into the shadows.

I turned the girl toward me. There was enough light coming up from below that we could see one another’s faces. I quickly kissed her lips, then said, “Go back to Molly’s room and pretend you’re asleep, okay? I’ll come and get you in a minute.”

“Okay,” she nodded, then scurried down the hall and disappeared through the door, quietly closing it behind her.

I went into my own room, shut the door, and slipped into bed. My heart was pounding. It was all so exciting! It made me want to wake my sister Kate and tell her everything we’d done, but I didn’t. I waited, listening for the sounds of the moms coming upstairs.

Soon I heard them. There were no voices, but I heard a few giggles and could detect footsteps going past my door. After they faded, and I sensed the women were inside Mommy’s room, I got out of bed again. I went to the door and paused, listening. I wanted to give them plenty of time to get undressed and start making love, being certain no one had any second thoughts and left the room, coming out into the hall.

After two or three minutes had passed and I was sure it was safe, I opened the door and crept down the hall to Molly’s room. Hers was the bedroom closest to my mom’s, so I had to be very quiet. I peeked in. Riley was inside the nest of blankets, on the end, covers pulled up to her chin — but she was looking at me, her eyes wide, a happy smile on her face. The other girls were still asleep.

I crooked a finger, motioning Riley to come with me. The girl was unable to suppress a tiny giggle as she crawled out from under the blankets and pranced toward me. I took her hand, whispered, “Shhh,” and led her into the hall.

We went to my room. Closing the door, I said, “I just want to kiss you a little more, okay? Is that all right?”

“Sure, of course,” she nodded, grinning. The lights were off, but my curtains were open and there was a full moon that night. We could easily see each other.

“Okay, just, I want to make sure,” I told her. “Because if you don’t want to, it’s fine.”

“No, I do want to. I like it.”

“Good, me too.” Holding her hand, I took her to my bed. We got inside. She was in the middle, next to Kate, who was sleeping on her stomach, her face turned away from us. Riley looked at her.

“Don’t worry about Kate,” I said. “She won’t wake up. She never does.”

As soon as I said that, though, I wondered if perhaps Riley wanted Kate to wake up, if she might be hoping to kiss her as well. Maybe so, but for now I wasn’t going to think about that. I was too eager to kiss this girl myself and hold her close and rub my naked body against hers.

I took her in my arms. She responded eagerly, opening her mouth with a lustful sigh. We kissed wetly. I played with her nipples again and encouraged her to play with mine, which she did. Within only a few minutes I was on top of her, grinding my cunt against her leg. I needed to come so badly!

“Riley,” I gasped, breaking our kiss for a moment, “is it okay if I do this? I have to do it, I have to!”

“Uh-huh,” she nodded, “it’s—”

Before she could say more, I covered her mouth with mine. I humped her faster and faster, feeling the momentum growing, the pressure building, that delicious swelling joy of an impending climax. I kissed the pretty girl, sucked her tongue, rubbed myself against her thigh, and then, “God!!”

I came, very loudly. I didn’t mean to be so noisy, but I couldn’t help it. Sometimes it just happens that way. I groaned and gasped, shuddering, feeling the slippery warm wetness of my juices on her leg. “God!” I cried again. But still I didn’t stop. With my eyes closed, I kissed Riley’s mouth again and humped her even faster, extending the orgasm, wanting it never to end.

It worked. I came a second time, only half a minute or so after my first climax. This one was even wetter. I was totally soaking the girl’s leg, and my sheets, but I didn’t care. I loved coming on her. I humped and humped and humped until finally there was nothing left. I sighed and relaxed, nuzzling her neck.

“Wow.”

I heard a voice. It was Katie’s. I raised my head and looked at her.

My sister was pushed up on an elbow, grinning at us. She was naked. We could see her little boobies, her dark brown button nipples.

“Wow,” she repeated.

“Sorry I woke you up,” I chuckled.

“It’s okay, I don’t mind. You were really loud.”

“I know.”

“Are the moms home?” asked Kate.

“Yeah, um, Paula and Theresa are here. They’re in Mommy’s room. Dana and Megan aren’t here, though. They’re at Dana’s apartment, I guess. Or Megan’s.”

“They’re in Mommy’s room?” Kate asked, eyebrows raised.

“Uh-huh,” I nodded.

“They were kissing,” Riley said. “Your mom and my mom. They were like, doing stuff, and, um, and um, Ms. Chandler, Emily’s mom, she was watching them.”

“Yeah, and not only watching, but masturbating. We saw her come,” I told her.

“Really?” asked Kate.

“Uh-huh, we did,” said Riley. “It was nice.”

“So you guys were spying?” Kate asked, with a leer.

“Yeah, we were,” I said. “We were both naked, and like, touching ourselves and stuff.”

Riley nodded happily.

“Did they see you?” asked Kate.

“Uh-uh.” Riley shook her head. “Before they came upstairs, we went in our rooms. They didn’t see us.”

“Okay.” Kate yawned and stretched, then lay down on her back. “Sorry, you guys, I’m really sleepy. You can keep doing whatever you want to, though, I don’t mind.”

My sister closed her eyes, breathing softly. It always amazed me how easily and quickly she was able to fall asleep. The sheets were just above her waist, her tempting nipples exposed. I gazed at them, feeling my lust begin to build again. I wanted her. I needed her.

I glanced at Riley. She was looking at Kate.

Now I had a decision to make: should I take Riley back to Molly’s room first? Or should I let her stay and watch us, if she wanted to? I chose the latter.

With my finger under her chin, I turned the girl’s face toward mine. I kissed her, then whispered, “Do you want to go back to bed? Are you sleepy?”

She shook her head, “No.”

Riley didn’t seem drowsy at all, even though it was almost 1:30. And I certainly wasn’t either. I was still way too turned on.

“Do you want to watch me with her?” I asked.

“What do you mean?” she frowned. “She’s sleeping, isn’t she?”

“Maybe, but I’m gonna wake her up.”

I slid off Riley, pushed down the sheets, and knelt between Kate’s legs, gently pushing them apart. My sister stirred, but didn’t open her eyes. I leaned in close, sniffing her pussy, inhaling the girlish scent. Then I kissed her, just a soft, warm kiss, my lips on her lips, her smooth puffy labia.

Riley sat up and scooted over toward me, wanting to see. I nuzzled Kate’s vulva, my nose slipping between her lips, seeking her clit. As I continued to nuzzle, I extended my tongue, enjoying the salty, tangy taste of her slit. My fingers found the opening to her vagina. I slid the tip of a finger around the rim. It was moist and slippery. I eased the finger inside. I heard her groan.

Kate was awake now. She was propped on her elbows, gazing down at me. “Eat me, Julie,” she urged. “Eat my pussy.”

“Oh my god,” Riley breathed. I glanced up at her. The girl had begun to masturbate as she watched me lick my sister. I could see her tickling her hairless pussy. It made me smile.

Then I turned my attention back to the pussy in front of my face. After pressing my finger more deeply inside her vagina, sliding it in and out a little bit, I nuzzled Kate again, the end of my nose finding her stiff nub. I kissed and licked her clit, feeling it grow, becoming even harder under my tongue.

Kate was trembling, breathing faster, starting to whimper. I could tell she was already getting close. What I knew she liked more than anything else was being fucked, having a woman’s — or a girl’s — fingers pushing deep inside her cunt. So I added a second finger. She was tight, although not as tight as she had been a few months earlier before receiving the vibrator from my mom as a birthday present. I fucked her hard with two fingers and sucked her clit.

“Yes, yes!” she cried. “Fuck me, Julie!”

We heard a sudden gasp, saw Riley fall to her side on the bed, both hands clamped tightly between her legs. She was climaxing. I was kind of surprised it had happened so fast. She must have been really turned on.

But now it was Katie’s turn. With my fingers pumping inside her, my mouth fastened over her clit, sucking and nibbling, it didn’t take much longer. After only a few more seconds, she squealed loudly. Her legs came together, squeezing my head. I felt the muscles of her vagina contract around my fingers, clenching and releasing in repeated spasms. I scented the lovely aroma of her climax, felt warm juices dribbling onto my hand. It was so totally thrilling — I love making my sister come!

When it was clear she was finished and could take no more, I eased my fingers out of her and sucked them into my mouth, savoring her flavor. I lay down next to Kate, taking her hand in mine, squeezing it. Her eyes were still closed and she was panting, but beginning to calm down.

Riley pushed herself up to a sitting position. “That was amazing,” she smiled. “I’ve never seen — I mean, I’ve like, watched videos and stuff, but — but wow!”

Kate giggled. She had her eyes open now. I grinned at her, and then at Riley. I briefly considered saying something to the girl, asking her not to tell anyone what she’d seen. Then I thought, nah, what do I care? I’m proud of who I am, and very proud of my family, the passionate love we all share. So I didn’t say anything.

“Okay, um, I guess I’ll go back to bed now,” said Riley. “But thanks for getting me up, Julie, and letting me do, well, all that stuff, everything. It was really fun!”

“You’re welcome,” I said, sitting up.

It also occurred to me, of course, that perhaps I shouldn’t let the little girl go back to Molly’s room, that maybe I should make love with her, lick her sweet pussy. I decided I ought to wait, though, and let her make the first move. That would happen soon enough, I was pretty sure. And what I really hoped was that the next time might be with her mother as well, both of them together, and maybe even with her older sister, Alexa, too. That would be perfect.

I got up and walked Riley to the door. “G’night,” she said, waving to Kate.

“Night,” Katie replied, yawning.

Riley gave me a quick kiss on the lips, then slipped out into the hall. I got back in bed with my sister and cuddled with her, holding her close as she fell back to sleep. Then I wondered what was happening in my mother’s room. Were the women still awake, having hot sex? Probably they were, and for a moment I thought about getting up again and going to her bedroom door, listening.

But it felt so nice in bed with Kate, so warm and soft. I snuggled even closer, and soon drifted off to sleep.

Continue on to Chapter 116

By Naughty Mommy

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We were all on my mother’s bed, seven naked girls from age 13 down to age 7. Riley, the sexy, flirty 9-year-old blonde, giggled and wiped her mouth as she sat up. She and my sister Kate had just completed a hot session of making out. Now it would be someone else’s turn.

But then Riley noticed what I was doing. She saw my hand between my legs, stroking my clit.

“Wow,” she smiled. “I… I like doing that too, sometimes.”

“So do I,” said my younger sister Molly. “I like it a lot.”

“Me too!” added Chelsea.

Riley turned to them, eyes popping out as she discovered both Molly and Chelsea also masturbating.

“Wow,” she repeated. Then to Chelsea she said, “But, um, you’re only… I mean, how old are you?”

“I’m 7.”

“Omigod. I didn’t start doing it until, like, a few months ago. I was watching some older girls online, in this chat room, so I tried it. But, 7…”

“Yeah,” Chelsea said. “Molly taught me how. I’ve seen my mom doing it too, but —”

She stopped, apparently unsure if she should say more about something like that.

I decided to change the subject, thinking we weren’t quite prepared yet for the conversation to go in that direction. “So, um, who’s gonna kiss next, anyway?”

As I looked around at the other girls, I saw that Kate had begun masturbating too, a finger sliding up and down between her pussy lips. I smiled at her.

“Julie?” I heard.

I turned and found that it was Emily, her beautiful green eyes wide, questioning. “Do you want to, maybe, kiss me?”

“Do I? Heck yeah! In fact I’ve always wanted to,” I admitted. Apparently this was a night for confessions. It was almost as if we were playing Truth or Dare without even trying.

“Really?” Emily grinned. “You really want to kiss me? You’ve thought about it?”

“Oh my god, yes, a lot. Ever since I first met you. You’re just so pretty and everything.”

“Wow,” Riley chuckled, “this is getting hot.”

The young blonde was masturbating as well now, sitting on her knees with her legs spread wide, both hands massaging her hairless slit. “But are you guys just gonna talk about it?” she teased. “Or are you gonna kiss, so we can watch you?”

“No, we’ll kiss,” I giggled, scooting over on the bed toward Emily.

Then I noticed Samantha, sitting quietly by herself. “Except, um, why don’t we try it with three girls. Samantha, you too, okay? We can kind of go in turns.”

“In turns?” she asked.

“Yeah. First I’ll kiss you, then I’ll kiss Emily, then you kiss each other, okay? We’ll take turns.”

“Okay!”

The evening was developing into something I hadn’t expected. It was still fairly early, not even 10:00 yet according to the clock by my mother’s bed, so we had plenty of time and we could do whatever we wanted. But how far would we go?

It turned out we didn’t really go much further. I kissed Samantha for a while, which was really nice, and then I kissed Emily, which was even nicer. After that, I rubbed myself as I watched the two of them kiss. Meanwhile the other girls were masturbating too, although none of us reached climax.

I suppose it was because it was all so new, so many things taking place for the first time: girls kissing who hadn’t kissed each other before, and then masturbating in front of one another in such a big group. Or maybe it was because it was such a large group. If it had been only two or three girls together, perhaps something else would have happened.

Anyway, we did more kissing, going around, taking turns, and everybody played with themselves, but it never developed into more than that. I was hoping, of course, that we might actually have sex, but I didn’t want to push things if some of the others weren’t ready for it.

As had happened at Molly’s slumber party, the mutual kissing eventually turned into giggling and then just talking. We began sharing secrets, Riley telling us she had spied on her older sister, Alexa, watching her masturbate. Chelsea repeated that she had seen her mother masturbate, and Emily said she was pretty sure she’d heard her own mom doing that, though she hadn’t actually seen her. We talked about the various ways we each liked to masturbate, how old we were when we started, how often we did it and so on.

“Do you guys ever watch porn?” Kate asked at one point.

“I do,” Molly nodded. Kate and I already knew about that, obviously, since Molly often watched it together with us and our mother. But it may have been news to some of the others.

“Yeah, I do,” said Riley. “I like it.”

“Me too,” agreed Chelsea. I knew that when the little girl and her mom had sex they occasionally would put on one of the lesbian porn videos Dana had starred in when she was a teenager. That was super hot — but again I didn’t think it was time to reveal such things to Emily or Riley. I didn’t want to scare them off with our family’s perversity. However, I did decide to bring up another idea.

“You know, talking about spying,” I said to Riley, “I’ve done that too, a lot. I sometimes spy on my mom when she has sex with other women.”

That got everyone’s attention. My sisters knew all about my spying, of course, and had even done it with me, but still seemed startled by my open admission of it. And for Riley and Emily, this was a bombshell.

“Your mother?? Other women?? You watch??” Excited questions from the two 9-year-olds overlapped and replicated.

Giggling, I said, “Yeah, she does, she has sex with women. I’ve watched her. But you guys already knew that, right? I mean, you knew she was a lesbian, didn’t you? I thought everyone did.”

“Well, yeah, I guess,” said Riley with a frown, appearing deep in thought. It may be that for the first time she was actually realizing what that knowledge meant. She might have understood in principle that her friend Molly’s mom was a lesbian — but it was another thing to visualize it.

“Does she, I mean, like, you know… who…?” Emily stammered. She wanted to ask something but couldn’t quite articulate it.

“You mean, who does she do it with?” I asked her.

“Yeah,” the brunette nodded.

“Lots of different women. I’ve seen her lots of times.” I wasn’t going to name names. That would be a violation of privacy. I was already pushing the boundaries pretty far, anyway, by telling these girls about my mother’s promiscuity. But it was so much fun to see their reaction!

Riley said, “I think, um, my mom, I mean… I know she’s done that, had sex with other ladies. She got in trouble with my stepdad because of it. My soon-to-be ex-stepdad, that is.”

“Yeah, so I’ve heard,” I said.

“But, um,” Riley continued, “do you think, I mean, do you think maybe your mom and my mom, that they…?”

I shook my head. “No, at least I don’t think so. But maybe they will soon.” I actually knew for a fact that Paula and my mother hadn’t had sex yet, although I didn’t reveal that at this point.

“Soon?” Riley asked.

“Yeah, well, maybe even tonight,” I told her. And then I got to what I’d been building up to. “And, you know, if they come back here and do it downstairs in the family room, maybe we can watch them.”

“What?!!” The girl seemed flabbergasted.

“Sure, I mean, if you want to, we can. Or we could try anyway. But that’s if they come back here and do it in the family room. My mom likes doing it down there sometimes, on the sofa, but you never know.”

“Oh my god.” Riley put a hand to her mouth. Emily was wide-eyed too. The younger girls watched and listened with interest.

I carried on, nonchalantly. “It’s almost like my mom wants me to watch her, you know? For the past couple of years she’s been doing that a lot, going out at night and then bringing girls — I mean, um, women — back here and having sex with them on the sofa downstairs.”

“Oh my god,” said Riley again.

“So, like, if your mom does come inside later after they get back — and your mom too, Emily — and if something actually happens with them, would you guys maybe want to watch? Spy on them?”

“Oh my god.” Riley, usually verbose, appeared unable to say anything else.

“How ‘bout my mom?” piped up Samantha.

“What do you mean?” I asked.

“Does she do it with her? My mom and your mom?”

“No, I don’t think so,” I said. “But your mom and Dana — they do it, of course. They’re girlfriends now. You knew that, right?”

“Yeah,” Samantha nodded. “I haven’t ever seen ‘em, though, except just kissing and stuff. Can I watch, if she does it too? Tonight, here?”

“Sure, I guess so,” I shrugged, “although I wouldn’t be surprised if the two of them, your mom and Dana, go back to one of their apartments instead. They seem to like doing that.”

“Um, I think I would,” said Emily. “Like to watch ‘em, I mean. My mom and your mom, or whoever… except, is it safe? Would we get in trouble if they caught us?”

I shrugged. “I don’t think my mom would mind. Like I said, it’s almost like she wants me to watch her or something.”

Although I wasn’t telling the whole truth here, I wasn’t exactly lying, so my conscience felt clear. “And I don’t know,” I added, “but I get the feeling your mother wouldn’t mind it either. Or yours, Riley. I think they’d both like it.”

“Like it?” Emily asked.

“Yeah,” I said. “Some women really get off on that, having someone watch them or look at them. It turns ‘em on. I’ll bet both your moms would like it a lot.”

“Wow,” mused Riley, before lapsing back to another, “Oh my god…”

“Anyway,” I told them, “it’s getting pretty late. We should probably get in bed now and turn the lights off so when they get here they’ll think we’re asleep. Then, if they do do something, we can sneak out of our rooms and spy on them. Okay?”

Everyone agreed with this plan. We quickly started getting ready for bed amid lots of excited chatter about the prospect of seeing our mothers kissing and touching each other, possibly even taking their clothes off and and going all the way as we watched.

Fifteen minutes later I had the younger ones — Molly, Emily, Riley, Chelsea, and Samantha — arranged in a makeshift nest on the floor of Molly’s bedroom. It was really just a heap of sheets and blankets and pillows hastily thrown together, the naked girls cuddling and giggling inside. Kate and I kissed them goodnight, then turned off the light. The kids insisted they would all stay awake, of course, in anticipation of our spying venture, but I wasn’t sure they’d be able to keep that promise as the night wore on.

Back in my room, where my sister and I had decided to sleep, Kate, said, “Oh my god, Julie, are you really gonna do that?”

“Do what?”

“You know, have Riley and Emily spy on their moms.”

“Sure, why not?”

“Man, you’re just… you’re so awesome!”

Kate suddenly grabbed me and kissed my mouth, laughing giddily. I returned the kiss, taking her in my arms, shoving my tongue in her mouth. We fell onto my bed and made eager, passionate love. All those pent-up longings of the past few hours — being with the little girls, kissing them, watching them kiss, watching them rub their pussies! — it had all been building, and now finally we could let it out, on each other at least, if not on them.

I fingered Kate while she fingered me, and that’s how we achieved our first orgasms of the evening — frantically groping and fucking, almost savagely humping and kissing, until we both came. We rested for a minute or so after that, panting, trying to catch our breath, then she went down on me. My sister licked my pussy, sucked my clit, slid a finger inside my vagina, and I had my second orgasm.

As soon as I recovered, I pulled Katie up until she was sitting on my face and I could lick her beautiful cunt. She rode my tongue and came very quickly — so quickly, in fact, that I didn’t let her go. I held on tight, my arms wrapped around her thighs, sucking her clit until she climaxed again, really gushing this time, filling my mouth with her sweet juices.

At last, we were sated. Now we lay together, gently kissing, softly caressing, murmuring… and gradually drifted off.

* * *

I awoke. There were voices downstairs, women’s voices. Pushing myself up, I looked around.

The lamp beside my bed was still on. The clock said 12:17 AM. Kate was on her side, turned away from me, fast asleep. I knew from past experience that it would be nearly impossible to wake her. Chuckling, I switched off the lamp and got out of bed, walking to my door through the darkness.

Opening the door just a crack, I listened carefully. I could hear my mother… and Paula… and Theresa… but no other voices. Either Dana and Megan were being very quiet, or they weren’t there. Most likely it was the latter.

After waiting a minute longer to be certain no one was coming upstairs, I stepped out into the hall. I leaned forward slightly, trying to peer through the railing down into the family room. Now I could see them. Paula and Theresa were seated on the sofa. Paula had one leg tucked under her. Presumably she’d taken her ankle boots off, though from my vantage point I couldn’t tell for sure. Theresa’s long legs were crossed, her short dress hiked up, revealing plenty of thigh.

I could hear my mother speaking, but I couldn’t see her. Her voice seemed to be coming closer, though. Maybe she was bringing them drinks. Yes, that’s what it was. She handed a glass of wine to each of the women, then sat in a chair, outside of my view — unless I moved closer, that is.

So, should I move closer, try for a better view? Not yet, I decided. Instead I would go to Molly’s room and find out if any of the little girls were still awake, see if they might want to come out and spy with me.

I tiptoed down the hall and quietly opened Molly’s bedroom door. A night light had been left on, so as soon as I peeked inside I was able to discern a pretty face peering out from the nest of blankets on the floor. It was Riley. When she saw me, she smiled, and as I stepped into the room and the girl saw that I was still naked, her smile widened.

Kneeling beside her, I whispered, “Are any of the others awake?”

“Uh-uh,” she shook her head, “only me.”

“Okay.”

“Is my mom here?”

“Yeah,” I told her, “and Emily’s mom too, but not Samantha’s or Chelsea’s. I don’t know if they’re gonna do anything, but we can go look if you want to.”

“Okay, sure.”

Riley slipped out from under the covers and stood beside me, nude. I took her hand and we went to the door, then into the hall. I put a finger to my lips, urging her to be silent. She nodded. We slowly crept across the carpet until we reached the part of the hall that was open to the family room below.

I put my head around the corner of the wall, looking down. It was dark enough upstairs that they wouldn’t be likely to notice us as long as we stayed in the shadows and made no noise. I saw Paula and Theresa sitting on the sofa, but couldn’t see my mother, though I could hear her as the women chatted and drank their wine. She must have been in an armchair across from them.

After signaling Riley once again to be quiet, I drew her in front of me so she could see as well. My arms went around the girl, pulling her close. Her slim body felt warm and soft. Four years younger than me, Riley was at least a foot shorter, so I rested my chin comfortably atop her head as we hugged and spied.

“They make a striking couple, don’t they?” Theresa was saying. “Megan is so tall and Dana… well, if I didn’t know any better, I’d think she was still a teenager.”

“Or a sexy little girl, maybe,” Paula chuckled, “like only 10 or 11 years old!” The other women laughed.

Taking another sip of wine, Paula shook her head and continued, “God, I just love dancing with her. She’s so amazing, the way she moves, rubbing her little body against mine. Totally turns me on.”

I felt Riley shiver as she listened to her mother describing her attraction to another woman.

“She is a sexy girl, very very sexy,” Theresa agreed. Turning to my mom and raising her glass, she said, “And Megan is too. You have very good taste in friends, Suzanne.”

“I’ll drink to that!” Paula chortled.

“Thank you,” we heard my mother say.

After they drank their toast, Paula said, “You know, when I first met Dana, I was sure she was your girlfriend, Suzanne, the way you two acted together and everything. I know I was wrong about that, but…” Her voice trailed off.

“She and I are very close,” Mommy said, “and we’ve been lovers. But we’re not a couple, not like that, anyway.”

Paula frowned, “Yeah, I know, but, um, tonight I’m positive I heard her call you ‘Mommy’ — what’s that all about?”

My mother chuckled, “It’s just… a term of affection, I suppose you could say. I do think of her as my daughter in some ways, but also as a lover, a sexual partner.”

Theresa smiled, shaking her head. “That’s, uh, that’s interesting. It’s sort of an unorthodox relationship, then? Even a little kinky?”

“You might call it that,” Mommy said. “But I try to stay open to the possibilities, whatever they are, even if they might be considered unorthodox — or kinky, if you prefer.”

“Um, I wanted to ask you something else,” said Paula. “I mean, you’ve been divorced for, what, six or seven years now, something like that? A long time, anyway.”

“That’s right,” my mother confirmed. “Almost eight years, in fact.”

“So, um,” Paula continued, “do you ever, I mean, wish that you had someone special? I know you’re not exactly celibate, of course. You don’t seem to lack for sexual partners.”

“No, I certainly don’t, definitely not!” Mommy laughed, the others joining her.

“But don’t you, sometimes, I mean, want someone special? For you, I guess it would have to be a woman, not a man, right?”

“No, not a man. Absolutely not.”

Paula persisted, “Maybe I’m being too nosy or personal or something like that. Blame it on the wine. But I just, you know, late at night, it’s so nice to have someone there, that one person, above all others…”

The women were silent for a few seconds until Mommy cleared her throat and said, “There is, uh… you see, I do have someone. Someone special, a person I love very very much. Exactly what you’re describing.”

“Oh,” said Paula, “I didn’t know. Is it a woman?”

“Yes, well… she’s not a man,” my mother chuckled.

I thought it was clever that she didn’t quite confirm that her special person was a woman. I knew, of course, that she was talking about me — still just a girl, not to mention her own daughter! Obviously she wasn’t going to tell them that!!

My mom went on, “We, well, for various reasons we’ve decided to keep our relationship private for the time being. But you girls don’t have to worry about me. I’m in love, and very happy about it.”

They were quiet again for half a minute or so, evidently thinking about what had been discussed. Then my mother got up from her chair and moved to the sofa, squeezing in between her friends. She’d left her wine glass behind, and now placed one hand on Theresa’s knee and the other on Paula’s.

“You need to know this, though,” she began. “It’s just like my relationship with Dana. Well, no, it’s not quite the same, because I’m not in love with Dana the way I am with, you know, with my lover. But the point is, we both are free, we all are free, to enjoy the companionship of others any time we feel the desire.”

As she said this, she slowly moved her hands up their legs, squeezing and caressing the women’s thighs. “So if either of you, or better yet, if both of you have an interest in me, a sexual interest, I mean, I certainly would be open to that. Very much so.”

Mommy paused a moment, glancing back and forth at the blonde and the brunette, assessing their reactions. Then, gazing steadily at Paula, she licked her lips and slowly leaned in close. They kissed.

Paula moaned, loudly. Earlier she’d put her glass down, and now she grabbed my mother’s face in both hands, pulling their mouths together, kissing her enthusiastically. We could see that they both were using their tongues. I felt Riley shiver in my arms again as she watched her mom and my mom kissing that way.

“Oh my,” Theresa sighed. She uncrossed her legs and opened them, sliding a hand down to caress herself.

Continue on to Chapter 115

By Naughty Mommy

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At breakfast the next morning, as I was working on my second bowl of Frosted Mini-Wheats, I said to Dana, “Hey, um, there’s something I’ve been meaning to ask you about Megan.”

“Okay,” she nodded. She and my mom both were enjoying soft-boiled eggs.

“Well, I was just wondering, have you said anything to her yet about us? You know, about our family and everything?”

“You mean the fact that we all love to fuck each other?” the young woman grinned.

Molly and Chelsea giggled at that remark. They were eating Fruit Loops. Kate wasn’t up yet.

“Yeah, exactly,” I nodded. “I just, you know, I wonder what she might think of it.”

“Well, yeah, we’ve talked about some of it, but not everything yet. I told her last week that I taught Chelsea how to kiss, and I think that really turned her on. In fact, I think she might’ve done the same thing with Samantha after that.” She turned to her daughter. “Chelsea, honey, has Samantha said anything to you about her mother kissing her? You know, the way I kiss you?”

“Uh-huh,” the little girl nodded, “she did.”

“She did what?” asked Dana.

“She told me her mommy started kissing her, like we do, with her tongue and stuff. They do it a lot now. All the time, she said.” Chelsea was completely matter-of fact about this, as though it were the most normal thing in the world. I suppose to her it was.

“Okay, that’s good,” Dana winked at the child, then said to me, “We haven’t really talked about the rest of it, but I get the feeling Megan already has an idea there’s more going on. She’s been around all of us enough that I’m almost sure she knows, or at least suspects.”

“So you think she’s, like, cool with that?” I asked.

“Yeah, I’m sure she must be. Otherwise, I don’t think, you know, that she’d like me as much as she does. I mean, even though I haven’t exactly told her, I haven’t tried to hide anything either. She’s seen the way I sometimes touch Chelsea, putting my hand between her legs and stuff. I’m sure she must know what we’re doing.”

Dana didn’t seem the least bit concerned. It was typical of me, I suppose, to worry about things that didn’t bother other people. Sometimes I wish I could stop thinking about everything so much, but that’s just how I am.

“Tonight,” said our mother, “when we’re out with Megan and the other moms, I’ll probably try to drop a few hints of my own. I’m curious too, Julie, to see how they’ll react, not only Megan but Paula and Theresa as well. I have a hunch they’ll be ‘cool’ with it, as you put it. I can’t exactly say why, but I just get the feeling that both of them — all three of them — have the same sort of interests in younger girls that Dana and I have.”

“You mean like with their daughters?” I said.

“Well, maybe,” Mommy replied. “We should find out pretty soon, I think. You know how cautious I usually am, but I have a sense that we’ll be able to move forward with them fairly quickly. Maybe not tonight, but soon.”

“That would be awesome,” I smiled, squeezing my legs together.

After breakfast, I tried to call Hannah. I knew she’d babysat the night before for Ms. Firth and I wanted to find out how it had gone. I could see that she’d tried to call me at one point. There was no answer on her cell phone, though, and I got voice mail. Like Kate, Hannah was a late sleeper. I left a message, asking her to call me when she got up.

We did some chores, cleaning house, taking care of laundry, and so on. About noon, Hannah finally returned my call.

“Oh my god, Julie, oh my god,” she began, as soon as I answered.

“What?” I giggled.

“Oh my god, you’re not gonna believe it!”

“Believe what? Tell me!”

“All right, so, my mum drove me there about 8:00, only this time she went in and talked to Miss Firth for a while, getting acquainted and such.”

“Uh-huh.”

“That was kind of strange, seeing them together that way, since I’d already been naked with Miss Firth, you know, when you were there last time.”

“Right, but what is it I won’t believe?”

“Well, see, after my mum left, Miss Firth changed her clothes, put on a dress. Before that she’d just been wearing jeans and a shirt. But the thing is, she went into her room and then came back a minute later with two dresses on hangers. She wanted me to tell her which one I liked better, you know?”

“Okay, and?”

“But she was naked!” Hannah exclaimed.

“She was?”

“Yeah! She’s standing there, starkers, holding up these two dresses, asking me which one I liked best. And it was, I don’t know, it was different. I mean, we’d seen her naked, of course, and you’d practically kissed her. But that was, well, most of it was sort of posing, like a model. But this time, I don’t know, I can’t explain. The way she she looked at me and everything. It was — it was sexy!”

“So, did anything happen?”

“Um, not right then. I told her I liked the red dress, and Cadence agreed. So Lynn went and put that one on. She did her face and her hair while I played with Cadence. Then she said g’bye and left.”

“Is that all?” I asked.

“No, no — I haven’t got to the good part yet.”

“When are you going to?! You’re driving me crazy!!”

“Sorry, love,” she giggled. “Okay, I’ll tell you. So, I put Cadence to bed at 9:30, and then I tried to call you, but there was no answer.”

“Yeah, we were… busy. My phone was off.”

“Well, Lynn came back a bit early, before 11:00. She asked if I would stay a while before calling my mum and going home, because she wanted to talk. Only we didn’t really talk — we just snogged.”

“Snogged?”

“Yeah, that’s what we did. She sat on the sofa and had me sit beside her and we talked for only a few seconds, then she leaned over and started kissing me. And oh my god, Julie, oh my god, it was so amazing. She’s such a good kisser!”

“Wow…”

“I don’t know how long we kissed, a long time. It’s like when I make out with you, I just, you know, I lose track of everything. You know what I mean?”

“Yeah, I do, I really do. I love that feeling.”

“Me too, it’s lovely. So, we’re snogging, and she’s pulling me close. In fact, I was kind of on her lap then, we were really getting into it. But then she suddenly stopped. She said I should call my mum to take me home, and asked me if I was gonna tell her.”

“Tell her about the kissing, you mean?”

“Uh-huh, but I said I wouldn’t. Lynn said good, it would be our secret. She told me I could tell you, though, seein’ as how you’re my best friend. And she also said to tell you she really hopes you can come with me next time.”

“Come with you when?”

“Next time I babysit for her, for Cadence. I think she wants to kiss you too.”

“Cadence does?”

“No,” Hannah laughed, “Lynn does. Well, I suppose Cadence might too. I don’t know, I hadn’t thought of that.”

It was funny that Hannah hadn’t thought about me kissing Cadence. I certainly had! And the possibility of kissing the sexy Lynn Firth was extremely exciting too.

“Um, so, when are you — do you know when the next time is?” I asked.

“Not yet. But next weekend, most likely.”

“Okay. Yeah, that sounds fun. I really hope I can.”

“Julie, it was so amazing, she is such a good kisser…”

Hannah went on that way for several more minutes. After a while, I asked if she wanted to come over to our house, but she said they were getting ready to go to the ballet that afternoon, to a matinee, and then out to dinner afterwards.

“Remember I told you? That’s Lindsey’s thing. She just loves ballet, mad about it.”

“Oh, yeah, I forgot,” I said. “Okay, well, hopefully I’ll see you tomorrow then.”

* * *

Shortly after 5:00, Riley and Emily showed up. They both lived within easy walking distance. Samantha lived a little farther away, so Dana and Chelsea drove over and brought her back. The plan was for the girls to have supper with us — we were ordering several pizzas — and then the moms would arrive at about 8:30 and they’d all go out dancing. After they left, we would play Undercover Spy. Hurray!

The younger girls spent most of the evening up in Molly’s room, while Kate tried to get me up to speed on the Metroid: Other M game. There was no way I would ever be as good at it as her, though.

Megan got to our house ahead of the other women. She was going to do Dana’s hair, and my mom’s too. Of course, I think she also just wanted to spend more time with Dana. Those two were definitely an item, always holding hands and kissing and giggling. It was nice to see.

Theresa arrived just after 8:30, and Paula a few minutes later. I let them both in. Dana and Mommy were still upstairs, along with Megan, so Kate and I sat in the family room with the two women and chatted. I asked them if they wanted anything to drink, but they declined. I guess they figured they’d have plenty to drink later on that night.

I was glad I had the chance to spend some time with Paula and Theresa. I felt strongly attracted to each of them. In preparation for this opportunity, I’d made sure to wear a very short skirt, and I sat in such a way that they could easily look between my legs and see my white panties if they wanted to. Apparently they both did — I saw their eyes drop to my crotch more than once.

In addition to looking at my undies, the beautiful Theresa kept crossing and recrossing her long legs. As she did this, her satin dress rode up higher and higher on her thighs. I definitely enjoyed getting a good look at her. The dress was ivory, embroidered with gold stitching in a swirly pattern. It was sleeveless with a scoop neckline. She wore a pearl necklace and pearl earrings. She sometimes fingered the necklace and smiled at me, licking her lips as she crossed her legs once again.

There was no doubt in my mind that Theresa was flirting with me. She could tell that I found her appealing, and she liked having me look at her that way. I knew, from what my mom had told me, that Theresa was planning to explore her lesbian side, but I wasn’t sure if she would actually be interested in a 13-year-old girl. Perhaps she was simply playing with me, just fooling around. On the other hand, maybe she thought I was sexy too! I let my legs come open a little wider.

I had less of an idea what Paula was thinking, because her personality is the type that’s friendly and cheerful with just about everyone. The woman is naturally outgoing and affectionate. When she came in the door that night, she’d given me a nice warm hug and a little kiss on the lips — whereas Theresa had only politely shaken my hand while giving me an air kiss. Theresa was more formal, and yet at the same time more seductive, if that makes any sense.

To go out dancing, Paula was dressed like a teenager, in a ribbed tank top and a loose unbuttoned blouse with the cuffs rolled up partway, along with a very short knit skirt and black tights. The perky blonde also wore a cute pair of ankle boots. I didn’t think she had a bra on, although I couldn’t tell for sure. Her breasts were fairly small, so it wasn’t obvious either way. And although I did catch Paula looking between my legs a few times, that didn’t happen nearly as often as it did with Theresa. I didn’t get quite the same vibe from her.

Mommy and Dana and Megan came down a few minutes later. Neither Paula nor Theresa had met Megan yet, so they had to be introduced. Paula gave the tall redhead a hungry, wolfish look, practically undressing her with her eyes. There was nothing ambiguous about that!

Megan was wearing the same sleeveless dark green dress we’d seen her in when she and Samantha came to our house for dinner the first time. And I mean that dress was really short. Coupled with the flesh-tone high heels she had on, those long pretty legs of hers just seemed to go on forever, miles of smooth creamy skin lightly sprinkled with freckles. I loved looking at her — and it was clear that Paula did too.

I wondered if there might any competition or jealousy when they were out dancing later, since Megan was Dana’s girlfriend now. She hadn’t been introduced as such, so there was no way for Paula to know that unless she was able to read the signs, the body language between the two young women. Anyway, that wasn’t really my problem, although I did wonder about it.

Speaking of Dana, she was in a darling dress, white satin with pink polka dots, along with a shiny pink vinyl belt around the waist with a big buckle. The dress had princess sleeves with a high neckline and was short, coming about halfway up her slim thighs. She wore flat white shoes with lacy ankle socks. As she often would, Dana had selected an outfit that made her appear even tinier and younger than she really was. She just loved playing the little girl role.

And my mom — oh my god, my mom — what a sexy woman she is! She was in a dress I loved, one that Kate and I had helped her choose about a year earlier. She didn’t wear it often, but when she did, I melted inside. The sleeveless off-white dress was very short and tight-fitting with a square neck. A pattern of large yellow and black diamonds accentuated her shapely figure. She wore black pumps that evening, really showing off her legs, and Megan had done my mother’s blonde hair so it fell in ringlets around her shoulders. Totally beautiful and super sexy.

As I slowly scanned this alluring group of women, I tried to decide who I’d want to fuck the most if I happened to be meeting them all for the first time. Of course, I was in love with my mom, so I always wanted her more than anyone. But if I didn’t know her, if I didn’t know any of them…

Theresa was gorgeous, like a magazine model, with bedroom eyes and a flirtatious smile … Paula was cute and hot, like a high school cheerleader, with an infectious, bouncy personality … Megan had those amazing long legs that drove me absolutely wild … my mother was incredibly luscious, the most desirable woman I’ve ever known … but then there was Dana. Yes, it would have to be her. If I’d never met any of them before then, it was Dana I would want to fuck first. Her little girl attitude really did it for me. Sorry, Mom.

While I was having those lascivious thoughts, the kids came trotting down from upstairs — Molly, Emily, Riley, Chelsea, and Samantha. Now there were five women and five young girls I could gaze at and imagine fucking, plus Katie as well. What a feast for the eyes!

The moms got ready to leave, though. They accepted compliments from all the girls, including me, along with hugs and kisses as they gathered near the front door. Megan proposed that she should be the designated driver since she never drank very much. Everyone seemed fine with that.

They headed out, squeezing into Megan’s older Nissan Sentra, and drove off as we waved. It was nice to think of the three lovely ladies in the back seat, my mother, Paula, and Theresa, sitting close and rubbing up against each other.

But now it was time for Undercover Spy! There were seven of us, so we split into two teams of three each. Kate would be the evil scientist. I was on the red team with Samantha and Chelsea. The blue team was Riley, Emily, and Molly. Because everyone had played the game before, there was no need to waste time explaining the rules. We were quickly ready to start.

Into my mother’s walk-in closet we went. Kate put the secret formula bottle on the top shelf temporarily, then switched off the light. We were plunged into darkness, giggling together.

Over the next several minutes, we enjoyed the delicious pleasure of taking off each other’s clothes and then rubbing our hands all over one another’s nude bodies, fingers probing everywhere, searching for hidden weapons. None were found, but when those fingers slid between my legs, they did discover gooey, slippery moisture. I was very wet and had been that way since before we began, simply from thinking about what we were going to do.

The game was fun and exciting, as always. The climax came on Mommy’s bed, which had been established as the ultimate goal, when Chelsea and Samantha managed to wrestle the secret formula away from Kate. The plastic bottle was, of course, squeezed tightly between her thighs, press against her crotch, so in grabbing for it, they — and all of us — also were inevitably touching her private parts. I’m pretty sure that’s why Kate usually chose to play the evil scientist.

I’d turned on the light as we raced into my mother’s bedroom. Although it wasn’t strictly within the rules, I normally would do that since I really liked looking at all those smooth young bodies slipping and sliding around together. Nobody had ever complained.

When it was over, we lay on the big bed, still in a tangle of limbs, laughing, sweating, panting, trying to catch our breath. After pushing myself to a sitting position, I openly studied the other girls, especially Emily and Riley, staring at their puffy nipples and hairless slits, making no attempt to disguise my libidinous interest. I mean, how could anyone resist doing that? How many chances do you get to examine the naked bodies of such enticing prepubescent girls?

After maybe a minute or so, with no one saying anything, simply exchanging gazes, Riley said, “This kind of reminds me of, at Molly’s sleepover that time, at her big slumber party, when we were all kissing and stuff. Remember that?”

Molly and Emily nodded, grinning. Samantha and Chelsea hadn’t been there, and Kate had been busy doing other things at the time, but I remembered. I couldn’t say anything about it, however, since I’d been spying on the little girls that night.

“So, do you guys… do you wanna kiss now?” Katie asked.

“Sure,” Riley instantly replied, bouncing to her knees.

I knew Molly and Chelsea would be happy to do some kissing. They always liked it. And Emily seemed quite willing to go along too, nodding and smiling. I wasn’t sure about Samantha, though. She was the youngest girl there, a couple of months younger than Chelsea even, and presumably had the least experience with such things.

“Do you want to, Samantha?” I asked. “We don’t have to if you don’t want to.”

“Want to what?”

“Um, you know, do some kissing. Kiss each other, sort of like practice. Do you want to do that?”

“Okay,” she nodded, showing no reluctance.

“Who wants to go first?” said Kate.

“I do,” Riley answered. “Um, can I try kissing you?”

“Absolutely,” my sister grinned. “I love kissing girls.”

“Me too,” Riley giggled.

The two of them got together, sitting up at first, kissing and nibbling at each other’s lips, tonguing and sucking. Neither seemed the slightest bit bashful about it. After a minute or so, they eased down, lying on their sides on Mommy’s bed, still kissing but now also caressing, running their hands up and down one another’s naked bodies.

I couldn’t help myself. I started masturbating. It was impossible not to. My pussy was begging to be touched, so that’s what I did. I rubbed my clit as I stared at the two girls, a 9-year-old and an 11-year-old, kissing and stroking each other.

Emily’s eyes went wide when she saw what I was doing. The pretty brunette didn’t touch herself, not yet, but her gaze kept shifting back and forth from the girls’ lips and tongues to my fingers and my pussy.

The reaction of my little sisters was different from Emily’s. As soon as Molly noticed I was playing with myself, she began to do so too, sliding a hand down to tickle between her own legs. Seeing that, Chelsea did the same. Now we had three girls masturbating and two girls kissing. The others, Samantha and Emily, were still just watching.

Riley and Kate sat up, giggling and wiping their mouths, both red in the face. Their brief make-out session was over, and now it was someone else’s turn. Who would be next?

Continue on to Chapter 114

By Naughty Mommy

Click this link for a helpful chart of Characters and Relationships

The next morning, we found a note on the coffee table. Dana and Megan had decided to spend the night together at Megan’s apartment. Around 10:30, the phone rang. It was Dana. She talked to Mommy for a minute, then Megan got on the phone with her.

We all met for lunch early that afternoon at Burger Barn. It was pretty clear now that Megan and Dana were a couple. They never stopped holding hands, just so cute. I wondered, though, how soon Dana would let her new girlfriend know about the ‘special’ relationships among the members of our family, and how it might go when she did. I made a mental note to talk with my mom about that, and with my big sister too, when I got the chance.

When Monday came, it was my turn to do some explaining about relationships. As usual, Karen took me home after I attended the classes at her high school. This time, however, instead of stopping in the park to make out, I suggested we drive out toward the waterfront and then up into the hills overlooking it, to a spot I knew that had a lovely view of the bay and the city. I’m not sure why, but I thought that would be a better place for us to have the conversation we were going to have. Karen said sure, no problem.

On our way there, we chatted about things in general, mostly school stuff, nothing sexual or intimate. When we arrived, we parked the car, then got out and walked. The weather had turned warm for November, highs above 70, so we didn’t need jackets. We strolled along a path that wound across the hill until we came to a secluded bench. There we sat.

“So, um,” I began, “I told Mommy about you and me, what we’ve done, and like I said, she’s totally cool with it. You don’t have to worry. She likes you a lot and she has no problem if I have sex with girls.”

“Okay,” Karen smiled.

I swallowed before going on. It was easier to think about having a talk like this than to actually do it. But I forced myself to continue. “And, see, I wanted to tell you about a lot of stuff that’s happened since, you know, since I watched you and my mom together.”

“That must have been, um… tell me what that was like,” said Karen. “You were, what, only 10?”

“Yeah, I was 10.”

“And you were, I mean, you were watching us on purpose, right? Had you seen us before?”

“Uh-huh, that was the third time.”

“The third time, wow. So you liked it? You liked watching us?”

“Yeah, I did, definitely. It was kind of scary at first, but then it was, you know, exciting.”

Karen frowned, “I, um, I only got kind of a quick look at you that night, but I think — you were like naked or something, weren’t you?”

“Yeah, I was. Well, almost. I had a little blouse on, but it was open. That was all I was wearing.”

“Were you masturbating?”

“Uh-huh.”

“Wow.” She shook her head in amazement. “And… and your mom knew you were watching?”

“Yep. She liked it. She likes having me watch her.”

“That’s, that is awesome. Totally hot. Is that what you wanted to tell me?”

“Well, I mean, there’s actually a lot more than that.”

“More?”

“See, Karen, after that, my mom and I, we got, we became… well, it’s like with Miranda and Marisol, you know? The same as with them. My mom and I are lovers.”

“No way.”

“Yes way.”

“You’re kidding.”

“No, I’m not.”

“Oh my god, Julie, that is just … unbelievable. That is so cool!”

“You really think so?” I asked.

“Yeah, I do. I love it!”

“Good. Because there’s more.”

“More??”

“Uh-huh. It’s not only me. It’s Kate and Molly too, the whole family. We all have sex together. And Dana and Chelsea, all of us.”

“Oh my god. The whole family? Even the little girls?”

“Uh-huh, everyone. We all sleep together.”

“Goddamn fuck that is awesome!”

I’d never heard Karen swear much before. This must have impressed her a lot.

“Jesus, Julie, now I wish we were in the park. I really want to have sex again, right now!”

“Okay,” I giggled, “we can. Not here, of course, but if you wanna go to the park — or we could go to my house.”

“Your house…”

“Sure. You can you have sex with my sisters too, if you want. And with my mom when she gets home.”

“Wow.” The girl was staring off into the distance, probably seeing herself naked in bed with my mother and my sisters. “But — oh shit.”

She opened her phone and looked at it. “I just remembered I’m supposed to pick up my dad at 5:00 when he gets off work today. His car is in the shop. My mom is on late shift at the hospital.” Karen’s mother was a nurse. Her father worked at the public library.

“Okay, well, maybe Wednesday then,” I suggested.

“Shit!” she laughed. “On Wednesday afternoon I have this college recruiting thing. You’ll have to take the bus home that day.”

“All right. Well, anyway, you’re coming to dinner with us on Friday. So just be prepared to be fucked by a whole bunch of girls and women that night — me, my mom, my sisters — Dana and Chelsea, all of us!”

“Wow.” She got that faraway look again. I expected she would be fantasizing about our family while masturbating in bed that night.

* * *

The week went by. I didn’t see Karen at all on Wednesday, but we talked briefly on the phone, confirming our plans for Friday night. I did have a little sex, though, in addition to my usual masturbation and the fooling around I did most days with Kate and Molly.

Now that Hannah and I had become intimate, she would often come home with me after school on Tuesdays and Thursdays, and we would seclude ourselves in my bedroom for a nice round of kissing, fondling, and pussy eating. We didn’t do that at her house because Lauren worked at home and Hannah worried about getting caught. And since I hadn’t told Hannah anything yet about my sexual involvement with my sisters — not to mention with my mom — it had to be just the two of us in my room.

Someday soon, I kept telling myself, I’m going to have to find a way to let Hannah know the truth. I was pretty sure she’d be into it. All along, I had a feeling about her, that this was a girl who would be turned on by something like that. And I was right, she was, although it was still a couple of more weeks until it all came out. We’ll get to that later.

In the meantime, two other interesting things happened. First, our mother told us she’d finally talked Paula into going out dancing with them again. On Saturday night, a big group was hitting the clubs together — Mommy, Dana, Megan, Theresa, and Paula — and the best part was, their young daughters would all be spending the night at our house for a sleepover! That was definitely something to look forward to.

The second thing, of course, was Friday night when Karen, our former babysitter, had dinner with us. She drove me home from school that day, and instead of stopping in the park or anything like that, we just came straight to my house. I could tell Karen was nervous, so I kept reassuring her, telling how much everyone in the family liked her. I held her hand as we walked up to the door.

We found Molly, Chelsea, and Kate on the floor in the family room playing a board game — LIFE — but using the modified rules we’d devised. Instead of a mother and a father, each family had two moms, a pair of pink pins sitting side by side in the little cars, and the families never had sons, of course, only daughters. We sat with the kids and watched until the game was over. Chelsea won.

As they were putting the pieces back in the box, the phone rang, and I picked it up. It was Mommy. She told me she was planning to bring home fish and chips for dinner from a pub we liked. That sounded great. She should be home by about 5:45, she said, and Dana would likely arrive around then too, coming from her job at the insurance agency.

That gave us more than an hour to do whatever we wanted. First, though, I asked Kate and Molly and Chelsea if they had any homework, since Mommy always insisted we take care of that before anything else. They said theirs was all done.

I, unfortunately, had to read a chapter and write an essay for the World History class I was taking at Karen’s high school. So, while Chelsea and Molly trotted upstairs to play with Barbies in Molly’s room, and Kate sat with Karen on the sofa to teach her all about the Metroid: Other M video game, I went into the dining room and sat at the table to do my reading and my writing.

After that was finished, I rejoined Karen and my sister.

“Man, this is complicated,” Karen frowned, when I asked her how it was going. “I don’t think I could ever understand it all.”

“It’s not that hard,” said Kate as she directed Samus Aran on a careful search through some kind of abandoned space station or something. “You just have to play it a lot.”

“Like you do,” I teased, “hundreds of hours a day.”

“Yeah, well, you’re the one who got me started,” said Kate. “You gave it to me for my birthday.”

“That’s true,” I nodded. I remembered choosing the game for her, not knowing anything about it but liking the pictures of the character on the boxes of the games she was featured in.

I picked up the Metroid: Other M box and looked at it again. Out loud, I read a quote from a review: “Samus was the video game industry’s first dominant female, a femme de force that didn’t rely on a man to save her.” With a chuckle, I added, “That’s how come I got this for you, Kate, because she doesn’t rely on a man.”

“Men, who needs ‘em, yuck,” sneered my sister. Karen giggled.

We heard the garage door open. Mommy was home. I got up and Karen did too. We went into the kitchen while Kate continued playing. After my mom put down the bags of food she was carrying, she gave Karen a big hug, then took my face in her hands, smiling and giving me a long wet kiss on the lips.

“I love you, honey,” she said.

“I love you too, Mom.”

Ten minutes later, Dana arrived. The little girls came downstairs and we ate our tasty fish and chips. Conversation over dinner was mostly routine at first, about work and school and other things. But then Dana began telling Karen about what she was studying at the Institute of Fashion Technology.

“You know what? You’re really pretty,” Dana said to the teenager. “And I’ll bet you’re photogenic too. Can I take some shots of you?”

“Of me?”

“Uh-huh. See, for one of my classes we’re supposed to take a lot of photos of people and then we compare them, talking about clothing styles and stuff like that.”

“Okay…” said Karen.

“And you’re so pretty, you’d be perfect.”

With a leer, I made a suggestion. “Maybe you should show her some of the pictures you took of Sage and Loretta on our vacation.”

“Yes, that’s a very good idea,” Mommy agreed.

We got up from the table, clearing stuff away and putting the dishes in the dishwasher. That only took a couple of minutes. Meanwhile Dana got out her camera and hooked it up to the TV. We all sat together in the family room to look at the photos. Karen, Dana, and Kate were on the sofa, with Dana in the middle. I was in one of the armchairs, with Chelsea sitting on my lap. Mommy was in the other armchair, Molly on her lap.

Before getting to the sexy vacation pictures, Dana scrolled through several other shots she’d taken of random people on the street, mostly attractive teenage girls and young women. Some of them were a bit voyeuristic, with Dana capturing a glimpse of a girl’s panties as she sat in a certain way. She also showed us a few she had of a young mom with a toddler in a stroller. The woman was in a loose-fitting top, and as she bent over, we could see she wasn’t wearing a bra. Dana had zoomed in to get a nice shot of the woman’s breast and her nipple. It was pretty sexy.

“Did you show that one in your class?” asked Karen.

“No,” Dana chuckled. “When I take those kind, it’s just for my own enjoyment. Later on at night, sometimes Chelsea and I will look at them together and play with ourselves or each other.”

I watched Karen’s eyes go wide as she thought about Dana and her 7-year-old daughter masturbating together and having sex. She already knew all about our family’s incestuous lesbian activities — but it was one thing to hear about it from me in the abstract, and another thing to actually imagine it taking place. More than that, tonight Karen would almost certainly see it happen right in front of her. I saw her cheeks grow red. She squirmed on the sofa, crossing her legs and squeezing them together.

Next we went on to the special vacation set. Dana started with her shots of Sage, first fully clothed, then in her bra with her shirt off. Then we got to the pictures of Sage and Loretta together — a mother and daughter taking off each other’s clothes, touching and kissing. Even though I’d seen the photos before, several times, I still found myself becoming incredibly aroused.

“I love these,” Dana said softly. “I’m really proud of them.”

“I can see why,” Karen remarked, swallowing and squeezing her legs together again.

Kate held up her own camera, which she’d brought down from her room after dinner. “Can I show her some of mine now, of me and Julie?”

“Okay, sure,” Dana nodded.

She unhooked the cable from her camera and handed it to Kate, who attached it to hers. After fiddling with the camera for a moment, Kate said, “Okay, so, here we go. Um, Julie and I took these on our trip to Lake Tahoe, last month.”

Karen and the others were treated to several very naughty shots of me and my sister posing nude. In a few of them, we actually held our pink pussies wide open with our fingers, totally exposing ourselves. These photos may not have been as artistic as Dana’s, but they were undoubtedly erotic — not to mention pornographic!

“Wow,” said Karen, “that is really hot.”

“So, uh, do you think you’d like to pose for me?” Dana asked the girl. “Or, I guess, for both of us — Katie can take some shots of you too.”

“Yeah, well… all right, if you want me to.”

Karen was wearing a short black skater skirt with a coral tank top and a gray cardigan sweater. She had her shoes off, as did the rest of us. Her legs were bare.

Dana stood up. “Just stay there,” she said to Karen. “We’ll start like that.”

Kate got up too. They both took several shots of Karen seated on the sofa, encouraging her to relax, to smile, to try a few different poses.

Then Dana said, “Okay, now spread your legs for me.”

“What?” asked Karen.

“You know, just open your legs a little bit. I want to see your panties.” As Dana was saying this, she knelt in front of the pretty teenager, aiming the lens right between her legs.

“Well, okay,” Karen giggled, blushing. But she slowly moved her knees apart, gradually opening them wider, as the two photographers clicked away.

I’d got up from my chair to get a better view. Standing next to Kate, I licked my lips and put a hand on my breast, fondling my erect nipple though my shirt as I watched Karen’s thighs spread apart. She was starting to get into it, playing the role of a seductive glamour model, writhing as though in heat.

“Nice,” I heard my mother say. Glancing to the side, I saw that she was masturbating, her dress hiked up, both hands inside her panties. She’d shifted Molly onto the arm of the chair. Molly had a hand between her own legs, rubbing herself. I looked over at 7-year-old Chelsea, whom I’d left in the other armchair. She was masturbating too.

Quickly I reached under my denim skirt and pulled my panties down, stepping out of them. Now I could touch myself with nothing in the way. My pussy was very juicy, my clit swollen and hard. God, I love sex!

Karen leaned back on the sofa, raising her legs, holding them high in a V shape, hands behind her knees as she smiled at the cameras. Dana and Kate moved in closer, taking more pictures. Everyone was able to see a conspicuous dark wet spot in the center of Karen’s satin panties.

Before long, those panties were removed. The next photos were of the girl’s shaved pussy. She was just as juicy as I was. Kate and Dana then took a series of shots of Karen masturbating, rubbing her clit, sliding her fingers inside her cunt.

“Don’t stop until you come,” Dana told her. “I wanna see that. In fact…” She looked at her camera for a moment, adjusting a setting. I later found out she was switching from photo to video.

“Okay, go on,” urged Dana, “make yourself come.”

And that’s what Karen did. She masturbated for the cameras as my mom and my little sisters and I watched. We masturbated too, and when Karen reached orgasm, so did I. My mother had already come a minute or so earlier, but I could hear her climaxing again, a second time. I don’t think either Molly or Chelsea came then, although it’s possible they did. But both would have plenty of orgasms later on that evening, as would the rest of us.

After Karen climaxed, that was the end of the photography. My mom got up from her chair. She went to the pretty brunette, leaning down and kissing her mouth. “Mmm, welcome back, my sweet girl,” she said, “it’s so nice to have you here again.”

“Thanks,” Karen giggled, “I’m glad I could come.”

“So am I,” said Mommy. “And now I really want a taste of your pussy. Would that be all right?”

Grinning, Karen nodded, “Sure, of course.”

My mother knelt on the sofa between Karen’s outstretched legs, pausing to simply enjoy looking at the girl for a moment, taking in the lovely sight. She had been the first person to ever have sex with her, more than two years earlier when Karen was only 14.

Before she began licking, Mommy said, “How many other… girls or women have you had, since me? If you don’t mind my asking.”

“No, I don’t mind,” Karen replied. “Um, two women and three girls. Well, with Julie I guess it’s four, expect we haven’t really done anything yet except masturbate each other.”

“Well, tonight,” my mother said with a wink, “we’re going to increase those numbers by quite a few. That is, if you’re willing.”

“Oh, yeah, definitely,” Karen said, “the more, the better!”

“Right,” Mommy nodded, “that’s my adage.”

“Mine too,” agreed Dana. While the other two were talking, she’d been hurriedly taking off her clothes and now was naked. The tiny blonde was rubbing her pussy with one hand, the other playing with her nipples. “After Mommy gets done, can I be next?”

“Okay,” Karen laughed. I don’t know if she thought it was funny that Dana called our mother ‘Mommy’ or that Dana seemed so bubbly and eager. Perhaps it was both. Her laughter, however, soon turned into sighs of pleasure as Mommy’s tongue bathed her sex.

Kate, Molly, Chelsea, Dana, and I stood close, watching and masturbating as our mother ate Karen’s pussy. Dana climaxed almost immediately — it never took her long — and when Karen came in Mommy’s mouth, Dana climaxed for the second or maybe the third time. Kate reached orgasm too, and so did I. Again, I’m not sure if the younger girls came or not. They were often fairly quiet, so it was hard to tell, but Katie’s high-pitched squeals were unmistakable.

When our mom moved away, after first planting one more lingering wet kiss on Karen’s pussy and another on her mouth, Dana quickly took her place. As she nibbled on the teenager’s clit while sliding a finger inside her vagina, she reached between her own legs with her other hand and continued masturbating.

Mommy went to the little ones, asking Chelsea and Molly to strip her and then suck her nipples. They happily agreed, retiring to an armchair for that. Kate joined them, kneeling between our mother’s legs to eat her cunt.

I took off the rest of my clothes — a long-sleeved shirt, a lacy camisole, and a short skirt — tossing them aside. Then I climbed on top of Karen and sat on her face.

It was amazing to be there, looking down into her beautiful brown eyes, seeing her beneath me, starting to lick me. I rode her tongue, loving the feel of that wet warmth on my labia, on my clit, inside my vagina. I was getting close again very fast.

But when I thought about what was actually happening — that this girl who was eating me now was the same one I’d seen having sex with my mom when I was only 10 years old — and as I recalled having my very first orgasm one night while I watched them, that put me over the top. I came hard and wet on Karen’s face, groaning as my pussy gushed all over her.

* * *

We changed partners, going round and round for another hour or so. I wasn’t able to keep track of it all, but I’m almost positive everyone had sex with Karen at least one time if not more. I remember I had a lovely 69 with Kate, and I’m sure I tribbed with Chelsea — I loved doing that, fucking a 7-year-old — and I may have done the same with Molly as well. I know Mommy fucked me that way, and I’m sure I saw Dana tribbing with Karen too.

The loudest orgasm of the night occurred when Karen was sitting on Molly’s face. This was near the end. They were on the floor, nude like everyone else. The rest of us were watching them. A few may have been masturbating, or perhaps gently rubbing the person next to them, but our attention was focused on Molly and Karen.

I’ve often wondered what was going through Karen’s mind then. I didn’t ask her about it afterwards, and I wish I had. Perhaps she was thinking about babysitting for us a few years earlier, remembering that this little blonde girl had been only 6 years old at the time, not much more than a toddler. And now here she was, having lesbian sex with her — and not only that, but with her sisters and her mom too!

Whatever it was Karen was thinking, something had the effect of causing her to scream at the top of her lungs as she climaxed on top of Molly. It was quite an impressive shriek. Luckily the neighbors didn’t call the cops or anything.

When she finished, Karen toppled to the floor, hands clenched between her legs, holding her pussy as residual spasms sent shudders through her body. We all gathered around, stroking her, soothing her, softly kissing and caressing.

* * *

To conclude the memorable occasion, Mommy made vanilla milkshakes for us, adding a dash of Bailey’s Irish Cream to provide a little kick (Dana’s and hers had more than a dash, I suspect). We snuggled close together in the family room, slurping the sweet treats, relishing the warmth and intimacy of our special family. Our mother sat in the middle of the sofa with Karen and Kate on one side of her, Molly and Dana on the other. Chelsea was on Dana’s lap. I was on the floor, hugging Kate’s and Karen’s legs. We were all still naked.

Mommy took a sip of her shake, then said to Karen as she petted her hair, “Would you like to spend the night with us?”

“No — I mean, yeah, I would, except I told my girlfriend I’d come over to her house tonight. She’s kind of like eager to hear all about it.”

“Oh, you have a girlfriend? That’s nice,” said my mom.

“Yeah, well, it is nice,” Karen said. “But, um, she’s, like, older than me. Did Julie tell you that?”

“No,” Mommy shook her head. “All she told me was that sometimes you and she park in the car after school so you can kiss, and play with each other’s pussies.”

That made the little girls giggle.

“Yeah, we do,” Karen grinned, “and that’s nice too. But, see, my girlfriend — her name is Miranda — she’s, um, 29, and, like, she’s married, but she’s getting divorced. And she, well, she has two kids.”

Karen stopped. She was gazing at my mother, studying her face, apparently wondering what sort of reaction she would get.

Mommy smiled at her. “That sounds lovely. You must like moms. First me, and now Miranda, huh?”

I saw Karen blush. She looked down for a second, then raised her eyes again. “Yeah, I… I do like moms. And — well, anyway, I guess I should get going. She’s waiting for me.”

“All right.” My mom pulled Karen close and kissed her lips, then said, “Please tell Miranda thank you for letting us spend this time with you tonight.”

“Okay, I will.”

“I’d really like to meet her. Do you think that would be possible?” Mommy asked.

“Well, sure, I think so. Except, um, like, in a couple days we’re driving to New Jersey to have Thanksgiving with her family. Miranda wants me to meet them. My parents practically had a fit, but I told them how important it was for me. They know I’m gay and everything, but still. Anyway, they finally said okay.”

“Good for you,” Mommy said, patting Karen’s knee. “I’m proud of you standing up for yourself that way.”

“Thanks. Like I said, it’s really important to me.”

“You must love Miranda very much.”

“Yeah, I do. I really do, a lot.”

“I’m so glad. And that makes me want to meet her even more. Will you tell her that? In fact, maybe you could just ask her if it would be all right for me to call her. I’d love to talk with her on the phone if nothing else.”

“Okay, um, I’ll ask her.”

Karen got up to leave, finding her clothes and putting them on (the rest of us remained naked, as we’d soon be going to bed). I’d wondered while she and my mom were having their talk if Karen might say something about Marisol, but she never did. The fact that the little girl was also part of a kinky three-way sexual relationship with Karen and Miranda would have to be revealed at another time, I supposed.

We said goodbye at the door, exchanging hugs and kisses all around. My mother wished Karen a Happy Thanksgiving, since she likely wouldn’t see her again until after the holiday. After she drove away, we went upstairs, giggling and joking as we decided who would sleep with whom that night.

Continue on to Chapter 113

By Naughty Mommy

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Maybe it was being naked with Cadence, a 10-year-old child, having my arms wrapped around her waist as we’d posed together while her mom and Hannah sketched us, knowing that if I slid my fingers down only a few inches I would be touching the girl’s smooth hairless slit…

Maybe it was the way Lynn had held me so tightly, or the way she’d looked into my eyes with such longing, such obvious lust, or the feel of her breath, so warm on my lips, scented with wine and passion…

Maybe it was seeing Hannah’s face between my legs later that night, glowing in the flickering light as she’d examined my sex, wanting to know me, to learn about me, to please me. The lamp was switched off but she’d lit a scented candle and asked me to turn around so she could get a good look…

Maybe it was how Kelsey, Hannah’s mum, had gazed at me over breakfast the next morning, her lovely brown eyes undressing me without shame, roaming up and down my body. She studied me the way she had before, licking her lips, making no attempt to conceal her illicit desires…

I don’t know for sure what it was, maybe all those things together, but anyway during the week that followed I was even more sex-obsessed than usual. I fantasized constantly and masturbated several times a day — in bed as soon I woke up, often a second time in the shower, yet again as soon as I got home from school — and if wasn’t allowed because of the rules to have sex with my mom or one of my sisters at night, I would masturbate in my room, making myself come again and again until finally I fell asleep, overcome with exhaustion, my fingers drenched, my pussy raw and sore.

Of course, I was able to have sex a couple of times that week. It had become our habit for Karen to drive me home on the days when I attended the advanced classes at her high school. We would nearly always spend an hour or so in that isolated area of the city park kissing and playing with each other. It may not have been full-blown lovemaking, just fondling and fingering, but it was very nice.

On Friday afternoon as we clutched and groped in the back seat of her old Toyota, after I’d already come once and Karen was trying to bring me to a second climax, rubbing my clit and sucking my tongue, she felt me flinch and heard an involuntary squeak of pain, something apart from my usual passionate moaning.

She drew her face away and asked, “Hey, you okay?”

“Yeah, yeah, I’m fine. It’s just, um, I’m a little sore, that’s all.”

“Sore? How come?”

“Well, because… it’s kind of embarrassing, but it’s because, you know, because I’ve been masturbating so much.”

“Really?” Karen laughed. “Oh my god, you’re so hot!” She kissed my mouth, giggling. “You really do it that much?”

“Yeah, sometimes I do. This week I have been anyway.”

“How come this week?”

“Well, it’s, there’s just a lot of things I’ve been thinking about. We have this teacher at our school, Ms. Firth. She’s so sexy and I think about her sometimes. And then, um…”

I hesitated, wondering if I should say anything about Cadence. Would Karen understand that? I made a spur of the moment decision to trust her.

“And, see, she has a daughter. I babysat for her. Her name is Cadence, she’s 10 years old, and she’s—”

“Omigod Julie!”

“What?”

“You like girls too? Little girls, I mean? Is that what you’re gonna tell me?”

Karen’s face glowed with excitement. I began to smile as I realized what it meant. She understood. She was one of us.

“Yeah, I do,” I told her. “I like little girls, a lot.”

“Me too!” she exclaimed, squeezing my hands. “Oh my god!” She threw her arms around me, hugging me tightly. “Now I can tell you everything!”

I got the full story. It wasn’t only Miranda that Karen was having sex with — it was her daughter too, 8-year-old Marisol. Karen said Miranda had been sexual with the little girl for several years, since she was only 5. She’d kept that hidden from her husband and had never told anyone about it except for Karen. Not long after they met, they’d somehow recognized their common desires and Miranda had confessed. She and Karen were already lovers by then, and after that it became a three-way affair.

“So, in a way,” Karen concluded, “I guess you could say I have two girlfriends, both Miranda and Marisol, mother and daughter. And you don’t think that’s weird, right?”

“No, it’s great, it’s awesome, it’s… Karen, goddammit, you have to meet my family again. You can’t put it off any longer. I can’t tell you everything about us, not without my mom’s permission, but damn it, you just have to, all right?”

“All right,” she nodded, “I will. Now that you know my secret, all my secrets, I guess I’m ready.”

“Tonight,” I insisted. “Stay for dinner tonight. Come in with me when we get home and see Kate and Molly. My mom might be there too by now. Sometimes she comes home early from work on Fridays. Please say you will. You have to.”

“Okay,” the pretty teenager giggled, “you convinced me, I will. I’ll tell Miranda I’m not coming over until maybe later.”

As we drove, I called my mom on her cell phone. I caught her in the parking lot of the law firm, just about to leave.

“I hope it’s okay,” I told her, “but I asked someone to come to dinner tonight, a friend.”

“It’s fine, honey. Who is it?” my mother asked.

“Um, well, I want it to be a surprise. It’s someone you know but haven’t seen for a long time.” I was sure she would never in a million years guess who it was.

“All right,” she chuckled. “I like surprises. But, let’s see, I was planning to stop by Hunan Garden and bring home Chinese food for dinner. Do you think your friend would like that?”

I put the phone on mute and asked the teenager about it. “Sure, of course,” she nodded.

So it was all set. Ten minutes later Karen parked the Toyota in front of our house. Our mother wasn’t there yet. Before the girl got out, she took a deep breath. “Okay, here goes.”

I squeezed her hand. “Don’t worry, it’ll be fine. Everybody likes you. We’ve all missed you a lot.”

We went inside. The first person we saw was Kate, who was on the sofa playing a video game.

“Katie, guess who’s here,” I said.

She turned and looked at us. Her eyes went wide and then a big smile split her cute face. “Karen! Oh my god!”

Dropping the controller, Kate jumped up and hugged Karen. “Wow, I can’t believe it’s you!” she exclaimed.

“Yeah, it’s me,” our former babysitter said. “I’m glad to see you again. You’ve grown up a lot.”

Kate had been only 9 when Karen last saw her, still just a skinny, flat-chested little kid. Now, more than two years later, she was taller and beginning to develop a bit of a figure. I could see in Karen’s eyes that she appreciated the changes.

“Where’s Molly?” I asked. “Is Chelsea here?”

“Yeah, um, they’re up in Molly’s room. Dana’s playing with them,” said Kate.

I went to the foot of the stairs. “Molly!” I called. “Come down here a minute!”

The door to her room burst open and my little sister came to the railing. She looked so pretty, with those abundant yellow curls framing her face. Kate and I were both brunettes, but Molly had inherited our mother’s beautiful blonde hair color.

“What is it?” she asked.

“Do you remember Karen?” I said.

“Karen? Karen?? Karen!!!” She flew down the stairs and leaped into the teenager’s arms, hugging and kissing her. Molly was always extremely affectionate, especially with our babysitters.

Chelsea and Dana had followed Molly out of the bedroom, and now joined us in the living room. They had never met Karen before, of course, but Dana knew the whole story, how I’d watched my mom have sex with her when Karen was only 14 — and I’d also told Karen about our unique relationship with the young mother and daughter, how we’d ‘adopted’ them as our sisters, though I hadn’t informed her yet about our sexual relationships with them.

I made the introductions and we all sat down. As we started to converse, catching up on all that had happened, we heard the garage door open. Mommy was home. I told the others to wait and went to the kitchen to greet her.

She came in through the garage, toting two large bags full of delicious-smelling food, along with her briefcase. I helped her put the stuff down, then asked her to close her eyes and led her into the family room, motioning Karen to stand up.

“Okay, you can open your eyes now,” I said.

“Oh my goodness — Karen!” My mother went quickly to the teenager, enfolding her in a warm hug.

I knew how nervous Karen had been about this meeting, worried that it might not go well, and I saw her blinking back tears as she accepted the embrace. Mommy squeezed her for a long time, rubbing the girl’s back, before finally holding her at arm’s length.

“Let me look at you. My gosh, what a wonderful surprise this is! You look great!” My mom’s eyes were wet too. She hugged Karen again.

We enjoyed our dinner, sharing all the yummy delicacies from Hunan Garden while talking nonstop. It was a lovely reunion. I’d made green tea, but about halfway through the meal Mommy decided to uncork a bottle of wine as well. She and Karen and Dana and I each drank a glass.

After we were done eating and had opened our fortune cookies — laughing as we all added “in bed” at the end — we sat in the family room to talk some more. Before long, Molly decided to get out her Legos, which she kept downstairs, and she and Chelsea and Dana played with them, sitting together on the floor. Dana looked so cute, barefoot in her short skirt, crouching with the little kids, giggling and building things. I could tell how happy she was to be part of a family.

Karen told us about her life, going to high school, making plans for college (she had excellent grades, had done very well on the SAT, and hoped to get a scholarship), and also about the other babysitting jobs she’d had after leaving us. I was wondering if she would say anything about what she’d done with the moms, since everyone there knew about her having sex with our mother — but then I realized that Karen didn’t actually know how much we all knew. The only thing she knew for sure was that I had seen my mom and her together. I hadn’t informed her yet about everything that had happened since then, all that had taken place between me and my mom and my sisters.

So, we sort of danced around the subject. It was really weird, because I was the only one there who had complete knowledge of everyone else’s secrets. My mother and the others didn’t know that Karen and I were having sex, nor anything at all about Karen’s involvement in an incestuous three-way with Miranda and her daughter Marisol, and Karen had no idea about our family’s intimate connections. How and when would we get around to sharing those things with each other?

I was hoping it might all come out that night, but it didn’t. Everyone just seemed a little bit too cautious. I suppose that’s not surprising, since this was the first time we’d seen each other in over two years. We all needed to develop more trust first.

At about 9:00, Karen got up to leave. She received lots of hugs and kisses from Molly and Kate and Mommy and me, and some from Dana and Chelsea as well.

“Now, listen,” my mother said to her, “we have to see you again soon. Can you come back to dinner again with us next Friday night? Please say you will.”

“Okay, I will,” Karen grinned. She got a kiss on the lips from my mom for that.

I walked the girl out to her car. Before she got in, she gave me a huge tight hug, practically squeezing the air out of me. “Thank you, Julie, for making me do this. I’m so glad I did. I feel a lot better now.”

“Good, I’m glad. I’ll see you on Monday. But, um, before you go, is it all right if I tell my mother about, you know, about you and me? I don’t like keeping anything from her.”

“Oh, um…”

“She won’t mind, she’ll be glad. You know how she, I mean, how she likes girls and everything. But I’ll only tell her about us, not about you and Miranda or anything like that yet,” I assured her. “And, like, I’ll tell you a lot more too on Monday about us, about our family, okay?”

“What do you mean?” she asked.

“I can’t say more now, but you’ll like it, I promise. But first just tell me it’s okay for me to tell my mom about you and me. It is, right?”

“Well, yeah, I guess so. I trust you.”

“Good.” I pulled her close and kissed her lips, finishing with a smack. “See you Monday. G’night!”

Waving, I ran back up to the house, blew one more kiss as I watched her drive away, then went inside, feeling very happy.

In the family room, I found Molly and Chelsea doing their best to convince Mommy we should play Undercover Spy. It had been three weeks since we’d all played the game together, our mother joining us for the first time then.

“But you kids can play it tomorrow night with Samantha,” my mom said, “while Dana and I are out with Megan. Wouldn’t you rather play the game with her?”

“Yeah, we will, but we want to play with you now!” Molly insisted.

“Please, Mommy, play with us!” Chelsea jumped up and down, her hands clasped, begging. “Please?”

“Well,” our mother laughed, “all right, if it means that much to you.”

“Yay!” the little girls cheered.

So, we played another game of Undercover Spy. Mommy was the evil scientist this time. The younger kids, Molly and Chelsea, and Kate too, seemed to enjoy the running and chasing and wrestling the most, but my favorite part was definitely the naked strip-search in the pitch black closet. I absolutely loved doing that.

We concluded the game in a pile of nude sweaty bodies on our mother’s bed, four girls and two women all tangled together. Naturally, we went straight from there to having sex. It was fabulous.

After we finished, Dana decided to sleep with Chelsea and Molly. I suggested they use my room, since it had a queen-size bed, and they agreed. Kate and I stayed with Mommy in her bed. My sister, who almost always fell asleep before me, soon was snoring away.

As I snuggled close to my mother in the dark, I let her know about me and Karen, that she and I would usually spend an hour or so in the park three days a week, kissing and fingering each other.

“There’s more too, a lot more,” I whispered, “but I can’t tell you that yet because I promised her I wouldn’t.”

“All right, that’s fine.” Mommy softly kissed me. “It’s good to keep your promises.”

“Yeah. But um, on Monday, I want to tell Karen about us, about our family, the stuff we do. I know she’ll like it, and then we can, you know, we can all do stuff together. All of us, with Karen, and… maybe with some others too, but I’ll have to tell you about that later.”

My mom gave me another kiss, this one lingering, her tongue caressing my lips. “All right,” she whispered, “I trust you. I know you’ll do the right thing.”

I returned the kiss, opening my mouth, letting her tongue inside. We pressed our bodies together, mother and daughter deeply in love. She pulled me on top of her, spreading her legs, arching her pelvis, thrusting her cunt against mine.

“Fuck me,” she urged. And so I did.

* * *

The next night, Saturday, Megan brought Samantha to our house after dinner. As planned, the 7-year-old would stay with us for a sleepover while her mom went out dancing with Dana and our mother. Molly and I had talked about asking Lindsey and Hannah to join us too, except it turned out that this was Kelsey’s 33rd birthday and Lauren was taking them all out to dinner to celebrate.

My eyes boggled when Megan came through the front door. She looked totally amazing, in a dark blue dolman sleeve sweater falling off one shoulder, spike heels, and the shortest skirt I’d seen her in yet. I swear if she bent over even one inch you could see her bottom. Not that I was complaining!

Dana gave the redhead a big hug and kiss. It was sort of comical, though, because with Megan being so tall already, maybe 5’10”, plus wearing heels — and with Dana being so tiny, not even five feet and in flat shoes, they really had to stretch for their lips to meet. Which meant I was able to enjoy a very nice view of Megan’s shapely buttocks. I had deliberately positioned myself behind her, hoping that would happen. Extremely naughty, I know.

My mom greeted Megan too with a big squeeze, although since they were almost the same height I didn’t get quite as good a show. Mommy was in a flowered oriental-style satin dress with cap sleeves. It was high-neck and knee-length but had a slit on one side showing a lot of thigh. Dana, for her part, was wearing a plaid jumper and a white button-up blouse with white knee socks and Mary Jane shoes. The little jumper was very short, of course.

It was already almost 9:00, so the women got set to leave. They told Kate and me the kids had to be in bed by 10:00 — well, maybe 10:30 — all right, 11:00, they finally agreed, but no later than that!

Then they were gone and we could have fun with our game. I’d already played Undercover Spy with Samantha twice before, but I really looked forward to getting my hands on her sweet little body again. God, I’m such a perv.

The game was a blast, as always. Kate let me take the role of evil scientist, so I had the pleasure of four nude young girls, between ages 7 and 11, crawling all over me, grabbing me, rubbing themselves on me. So very nice. By the time it ended, I was visibly creamy, and I noticed Kate was too.

But now I had a decision to make. I’d never had sex with Samantha, and as far as I knew, no one else had either. On the other hand, she and Chelsea had spent many nights in each other’s beds at sleepovers, and I knew how much Chelsea enjoyed sex play. It was possible Samantha wasn’t so innocent after all. I couldn’t know for sure, though, not without asking, and I decided not to do that yet. Better just to wait and not take chances.

All this went through my mind in the space of a few seconds as we were recovering from the frenzied activity of the spy game — sitting on my bed together, panting, giggling, cheeks red, all of us naked and sweaty.

In place of sex, I made another suggestion. “Okay, you guys, it’s still pretty early, not even 10:00 yet, so you can stay up a while longer. But I have an idea. You want to go take a shower, all of us at once? Not in my bathroom, we couldn’t fit, but in Mommy’s shower. It’s bigger. You want to? And after that, we can have ice cream, okay?”

Everyone thought that sounded great. We trooped off to our mother’s bedroom and crowded into her double-size shower stall, getting soapy and sudsy, washing each other, our hands sliding all around, fingers going everywhere. We weren’t exactly having sex, not quite, but it was a nice substitute.

Then we had ice cream, and after that, Chelsea asked if I would tell them a story. She remembered the exciting bedtime stories that had so thrilled the child when I first began to babysit her.

“One was about a big bad mommy,” the tiny blonde breathlessly told the other kids, “who pretended to eat up her three little girls, only the mommy was only joking and really just tickled them and loved them. And, um, one was about these two girls, sisters, who get lost in the forest at night. But then they meet a lady who looks like their mom, only it’s not their mom, only it is. That’s how it goes.”

Although her description of the second story — my naughty variation on the Hansel and Gretel fairy tale — was somewhat confusing, it was enough to pique the interest of both Molly and Samantha. They asked me to tell that one again. I was glad to do it, because then I wouldn’t have to invent yet another story.

We went up to Molly’s room, still naked, all five of us seated crossways on her single bed, leaning against the wall, cushioned by pillows. I was in the middle, with Molly and Kate on one side, Chelsea and Samantha on the other.

I began the tale, only this time making it about three girls, naming them Samantha, Chelsea, and Molly, of course. They weren’t sisters, but neighbors in a small village. When they came upon a cottage hidden in the forest, the morning after becoming lost, they found three women living there who happened to look very much like the girls’ moms, except for their hair and eye coloring which were opposite from reality. Other than that, the story followed basically the same plot, with the spell of the magician being broken only when each girl placed a kiss on the pussy lips of the woman who looked so much like her mother — who then magically turned back into her real mother, and they all lived happily ever after.

The kids seemed to love the story, and it also appeared to have the effect of making them sleepy. By then it was almost 11:00, so Kate and I tucked the three girls into Molly’s bed, gave them goodnight kisses, and turned out the light.

We went back to my room and got in bed together. Kate couldn’t stop talking about my story, how wonderful it was, how smart I was for devising it — and how deliciously dirty it was too, with the little girls essentially being told it would make their mothers very happy if they kissed their pussies! Molly and Chelsea had already done that in real life, of course, many times, but I was almost certain Samantha never had and likely had never even thought of such a thing.

What would happen now, we wondered… would Samantha tell Megan about the naughty bedtime story? If she did, what would Megan think? Would it make her angry, or might it possibly arouse her?

My sister and I had fun speculating about it, snuggling together under the covers, giggling and sometimes kissing. We’d decided not to make love, however, because we wanted to be sure we heard the moms come in. We were hoping something might happen between them, something sexual, and if it did, we wanted to watch.

“And masturbate,” Kate added.

“Well, yeah, of course, and masturbate,” I grinned, giving her a kiss.

Just before midnight, we heard the garage door open. The women had taken only one car, so they should all three be together. But would Megan come inside now, or would she just drive straight home?

We got out of bed, nude, and crept to the door, opening it slightly, listening for voices. It wasn’t cold at all, the house was warm, but Kate was shivering with excitement. We heard them coming in through the kitchen into the family room, and sure enough, we could hear three different voices. Mommy was asking Megan if she wanted a nightcap, a brandy, and she accepted. Hurray!

Silently, we snuck out into the hall, staying in the shadows, looking down through the gaps in the railing. What we saw was very promising. While our mom went to the liquor cabinet to get the drinks, Dana put her arms around Megan. They began to kiss, except their exaggerated height difference made it rather awkward. With a laugh, Megan sat down on the sofa to remove her spike heels, which had ankle straps — but as soon as she did, Dana pounced on her.

As our mother approached with the tray holding three snifters, she found the young women feverishly kissing, groping, and humping — Megan’s long legs already spread wide, Dana’s hands reaching under the redhead’s sweater, grabbing her boobs.

Mommy chuckled, “Well, I suppose I could drink all of these myself. Or maybe I should just jump in, get some of that too.”

Blushing, Megan gently pushed Dana off her and sat up, pulling her dark blue sweater back in place while trying to adjust her micro-mini skirt to conceal her crotch, which was almost impossible. “Sorry,” she mumbled.

“Don’t apologize,” our mother said, setting down the tray and handing the woman a brandy. “It’s fine. You can do anything you want here, anything at all. And as I said, I’d love to join you.”

“Oh, um, okay,” Megan replied, still blushing furiously.

Mommy gave Dana a glass, then lifted her own, proposing a toast. “The night is young, and so are we, young and sexy. Let’s enjoy ourselves.”

“I’ll drink to that,” Dana giggled, downing the brandy in one gulp.

Megan didn’t say anything, just nodded and took a small sip, wrinkling her nose. She’d told us before that she didn’t drink very much. Mommy smiled at the woman as she swirled her snifter, inhaling the aroma. Dana, meanwhile, put her glass down and wrapped her arms around Megan again, kissing her ear and nuzzling her neck.

“Are they gonna do it?” Kate whispered. I glanced to the side. My sister was rubbing herself, masturbating. I hadn’t started yet.

“I don’t know,” I breathed. “I guess we’ll find out.”

Our mother, who was standing, crossed over to an armchair facing the sofa. After setting the snifter on a side table, she slipped out of her shoes and then hiked up her tight dress, reaching underneath to pull her panties down. She stepped out of them and sat in the chair, spreading her legs.

“You two go ahead,” Mommy purred as she slid both hands down to her crotch. “I like to watch.”

“Wow,” Megan sighed, blushing again. Dana was groping her breasts through the sweater while kissing and licking her neck. The tall young woman swallowed a big gulp of the brandy, wincing a bit, then put the glass down and turned to Dana with a smile.

Mommy watched, and Kate and I watched, and we all three masturbated as the blonde and the redhead began to make love. This went on for several minutes, clothes gradually falling away, a top, a skirt, a jumper, a blouse… they were almost naked when Megan suddenly sat up, pushing Dana away again.

“I’m sorry, I, I just — I want to, but,” she stammered, “I just — I’m sorry, but I can’t, I mean, I’m too nervous like this, with you watching us. I’m sorry, I really want to, but —”

“Honey, don’t worry, it’s fine.” Our mother got up from the chair and went to them, stroking Megan’s cheek. “I don’t want to make you uncomfortable. I’ll go on upstairs and leave you two alone, okay?”

Without waiting for a reply, she left them, heading barefoot up to the second floor, carrying her high heels and her panties.

I heard Kate gasp. She seemed ready to panic, fearing we would be caught doing something bad.

“Shh,” I whispered, taking her arm, “it’s okay. Just wait.”

As Mommy reached the top of the stairs, she saw us. She smiled and winked, walking past us to her bedroom at the end of the hall. She went inside and closed the door, but less than a minute later, as I’d expected, the door quietly opened and she came back out, naked. Our mother tiptoed down the hall toward us, holding a finger to her lips.

While this was happening, Dana had been reassuring Megan, petting and soothing her. By the time Mommy returned, the two were starting to kiss again. Within a few minutes they were totally into it, panties off now, completely nude, running their hands all over one another, sucking tongues and moaning.

We stood in the shadows, masturbating together as we spied on them. But when Dana got down between Megan’s legs and began to lick her, our mom suddenly knelt in front of Kate and me. She kissed my pussy, licking me, tasting my wetness. Then she put a hand between my thighs, feeling for the opening to my vagina, and slowly slid one finger up inside. I stifled a groan. It felt fantastic. She gave my pussy one more kiss, then turned to Katie. While still fucking me, Mommy kissed and licked my sister’s pussy, then put a finger inside her too.

As we watched Dana and Megan make love on the sofa — now in a ’69’ — Kate and I relished the feeling of having our mother fuck us both at the same time. She went back and forth between our pussies, kissing and licking but never ceasing the movement of her fingers, that insistent pumping action inside our dripping vaginas. I was quickly getting close and I was sure Kate was too.

When I heard Megan cry out, apparently reaching climax, and a moment later heard Dana making the same sort of sounds, that was all it took. I did my best to stay quiet as a powerful orgasm jolted through me, spasms shaking my body, heat radiating from my center, warm liquids drenching my mother’s hand. Somehow, just barely, I managed to keep from screaming in my ecstasy, though that wasn’t easy.

As I finally finished — choking back gasps, sucking for air, covered in a sheen of sweat, pussy still pulsating — I felt Mommy grip my hand. She’d gotten to her feet and was leading Kate and me down the hall toward her room. My eyes blinked open, still blurry.

She took us inside and closed the door. It was dark. We heard her say, “It’s a lot of fun watching them, it really is — but oh my god I want to fuck you girls so bad!”

We fell onto her bed in a tangle of limbs, and for the next hour or so my mother, my sister, and I enjoyed wonderful, delicious, beautiful, fulfilling, spectacular incestuous lesbian sex.

Continue on to Chapter 112

By Naughty Mommy

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Hannah’s mother, Kelsey, drove us to our babysitting assignment on Saturday night. Ms. Firth’s apartment complex was in an older section of town, several miles away from our neighborhood. The area was, I’m sorry to say, not very appealing. Kelsey parked and walked us up to the door, briefly said hello to Ms. Firth, and then left. It was 7:00 o’clock.

The two-bedroom apartment we entered was cramped, with a tiny kitchen, a small living room stuffed with furniture, and two mid-sized bedrooms. The place was nicely decorated, though, with big green houseplants and a lot of art on the walls. Most of the art was Ms. Firth’s own, but there were a couple of pieces by Cadence too. The child proudly pointed them out to us.

Hannah was right, Cadence definitely was cute. She wasn’t exactly pretty — her face was too round for that, her eyes too squinty. I loved her dimples, though, and her long dark hair was really gorgeous, shiny and silky. She had a beautiful complexion, pale unblemished skin and naturally rosy cheeks. Best of all, she was slim, with long shapely legs.

I was surprised to find her wearing strappy little sandals with heels, along with pink short shorts and a dainty silk camisole in a floral pattern. It wasn’t the way you would expect most girls her age — 10 years old, in fifth grade — to dress at home. I certainly didn’t mind, of course. If she wanted to look sexy, that was fine with me!

Her mom was just as sexy, or even more so.

Ms. Firth — who insisted that we call her Lynn while at her home, if not at school — was in a glittery deep blue dress that night with a scoop neckline. It had long sleeves but a very short hem, ending about halfway up her thighs. Her lovely legs were bare, and the navy pumps she wore made their length and shape even more alluring. She must have had a push-bra under the clinging dress, because her large creamy white breasts were on full display, miles of tempting cleavage pulling me in.

Lynn had her hair pinned up in kind of a fancy arrangement on top of her head with a few ringlets hanging down beside her face. When I asked what the occasion was, she told us she and her date had been invited to attend a cocktail party to celebrate the opening of a new musical theater in our city.

I tried to focus on the pieces of art they were showing us, mostly drawings and a few watercolors, but my gaze kept returning to Lynn, specifically to her chest. When she noticed the way I was staring at her boobs, she gave me a warm smile. I blushed at being caught ogling so obviously, and stammered something about admiring their artistic talent.

Lynn placed a hand on my shoulder, giving a light squeeze and thanking me, then let her hand slowly slide down my back, stopping just above my bottom, where she patted me. It made me wonder who was doing the seducing here!

Cadence led me down the narrow hall and showed me her room, her dolls and things, along with her books and more of her drawings, while Hannah stayed out in the living room with Lynn. When we returned, we found them on the sofa.

Lynn’s legs were crossed, the blue dress riding up high. Hannah, meanwhile, had her tennis shoes off and was sitting with one foot on the floor but with her left leg splayed out and bent at the knee, short skirt hiked up, bare foot against the inside of her right thigh. Although this was an apparently innocent, young girl posture, her crotch — covered only by white cotton panties — was fully exposed to the woman. I knew this was deliberate, and I was sure Lynn realized that too.

Glancing at her watch, Lynn said, “I don’t have to leave for a while. Sit down, Julie, and let’s talk a little bit.”

I sat in a low armchair, facing them. Cadence sat on the floor. There were no other chairs. Lynn slowly uncrossed her legs and then recrossed them. I got a clear glimpse of black panties. I was wearing a stretchy red miniskirt that night, along with a Rolling Stones t-shirt and white sneakers with no socks. As I made myself comfortable in the chair, I allowed my legs to part, hoping Lynn would sneak a peek at my undies. She did.

We chatted for a few minutes, and then she said, “Would you girls like something to drink? Juice, or a soda?”

“Can I have a Coke, Mom?” Cadence asked.

“No, not a Coke, honey, or you’ll never get to sleep. But you can have a ginger ale if you’d like. How about you, Julie? Hannah?”

We both said ginger ale would be fine. As Lynn uncrossed her legs to stand up, her thighs came open several inches. I was certain this was no accident, and I couldn’t help but stare.

Nothing else happened as we had our soft drinks and Lynn sipped a glass of wine — nothing except more panty flashing. There was a lot of that. I wasn’t sure if Cadence noticed it or not. She may have been oblivious, or perhaps just took it for granted.

We talked about school, and about our families. Lynn asked Hannah some questions about what it was like growing up in England. She also asked about my family, and I told her about my sisters Kate and Molly. I mentioned that my mom was single, divorced, and that we never saw our father. I didn’t say anything, though, about Dana or Chelsea. That would be too complicated to explain. We learned that Lynn’s parents were both dead and that she had no siblings. Now that she was divorced, the only family she had was Cadence. That gave me an idea, something I would talk with my mother about later.

After twenty minutes, Lynn got up to leave. Again I was treated to full exposure of her black panties. She put on a long coat, got her purse and her keys, and told us she’d be back around 11:00, if not before.

“I don’t want to stay out too late tonight,” she said. “Cadence needs to be in bed by 9:30. You know that already, Hannah. If you girls want something to eat, we’ve got Oreos and, well, you know — anything you see in the fridge, feel free, all right?”

We nodded. Lynn gave her daughter a hug and a kiss, said goodbye to us, and left.

Now I could turn my attention to Cadence. She’d stayed fairly quiet as Hannah and I talked with her mother, mostly just listening, occasionally adding a few words. She seemed content to sit and observe, sometimes giggling or smiling, showing her adorable dimples.

I wasn’t sure if Hannah was attracted to young girls the way I was. I knew she liked kissing her cousin Lindsey, but that might be simply because Lindsey was female and available to kiss, not because of her age. She’d talked to me about Ms. Firth a lot, how sexy she was and everything, but hadn’t really said anything about Cadence. For me, of course, a cute 10-year-old was irresistible.

So, what would I do? Should I try something naughty? Maybe propose a game, like dress-up, where the three of us could take our clothes off in front of each other? Ooh, maybe Undercover Spy! Hannah knew that game already. Should I suggest we play it with Cadence? Would she like that sort of thing? Or might it perhaps upset her?

No, I decided it was too early to try something as risqué as that. My lust was carrying me away. I needed to get to know the child first, establish some trust.

It turned out, however, that Hannah and Cadence had their own idea of what we should do. We went to the girl’s bedroom, where she pulled out a couple of sketch pads and a set of colored pencils. This is what they’d done the previous time Hannah babysat for her.

They showed me some of the sketches they’d done then, nearly all of beautiful girls wearing skimpy clothing. Some pieces even showed two girls together, not quite kissing but in provocative poses. There was no question at all, at least for me — these drawings were sexually charged, highly erotic.

“I can’t really draw, though,” I told them. “I’m no artist.”

“You can be our model,” Hannah said.

“Me? I’m not a model, either. I’m too short, for one thing.”

“That doesn’t matter. You’re pretty, and you have a nice shape, doesn’t she, Cadence?”

“Uh-huh,” the little brunette nodded, looking me up and down. “I want to draw you.”

“Me too,” agreed Hannah.

So, it was decided. They sat me on the bed and posed me, and then both girls went right to work.

I was surprised at how fast they could produce their drawings. A few lines here, a little bit of shading — and presto! There I was. Within minutes they had created two recognizable depictions of me in my short skirt and Rolling Stones t-shirt. I looked even better than in real life!

After that, they suggested I try on different outfits. The notion I’d had about playing dress-up that night came true in a way, except it was only me doing it, not the other girls.

Cadence ran to her mother’s room and came back with a little black dress, a sheer pink babydoll nightie, and some sexy bras and panties. They didn’t have to argue very hard to convince me to go along now. I pretended to resist, but in fact was eager to do it.

We spent the next hour that way. I changed several times, right in front of them, and they made numerous drawings of me. Cadence brought more of her mom’s things for me to wear, almost all revealing lingerie. The poses they placed me in became more and more suggestive as I wore less and less.

I was sitting on the bed with my hands on my knees, feet on the floor, legs spread wide apart, clad only in a transparent black bra and panty set, my chin up, eyes hooded, mouth in a sexy pout — when we heard the front door open. Oh my god! It was not even 9:00 o’clock yet!

“My mom’s home!” Cadence popped up, giggling, and ran into the hall. She didn’t seem concerned at all about the compromising position I was in.

I was speechless, paralyzed with fear. What should I do? There I was, half-naked in the bedroom of a 10-year-old girl, wearing her mother’s undies! Should I try to quickly get dressed? Maybe jump under the covers and hide?

Hannah grinned at me. “This should be fun, eh?”

“I don’t know, um…”

“Don’t worry about Lynn. She’s cool.”

I was startled to see that Hannah was continuing to work on her latest drawing of me. She certainly wasn’t upset or worried.

Cadence and her mom came into the room, hand in hand, both smiling. Lynn showed no apparent reaction to how I was dressed, or undressed.

“We were making sketches of Julie. She’s modeling for us,” said Cadence.

“That’s nice,” Lynn nodded.

“Lemme show you.” Cadence crouched down and picked out a few of the pieces she’d done, handing them to her mother, who knelt on the floor beside her.

“These are good, honey, very good,” Lynn commented, stroking the girl’s hair.

To Hannah and me she said, “I’m sorry to come home so early, surprise you this way. But it’s, well, I guess it’s all over between me and Sylvia. That’s why. I knew this was coming, I just hoped it would be easier. Anyway, that’s that.”

The woman appeared to notice for the first time what I was wearing. Some of her other clothes were on the bed as well, or scattered around the room. “You look great in those things, Julie,” she smiled.

I had my legs together now, hands crossed in front of my chest. “Um, thanks. But I… I’m sorry. I hope you don’t mind…”

She waved a hand, dismissing my concerns. “It’s fine.”

Getting to her feet and starting for the door, she said, “I’m going to take off this dress. Would you girls like something to drink? I think I’ll have a glass of wine. Or, uh, do you want me to take you home now?”

Before Hannah or I could reply, Cadence said, “You wanna draw with us, Mom?”

“Oh, uh, maybe. Yes, maybe I will.”

A different expression came over Lynn’s face. She paused and studied me. Her gaze seemed to hold not only artistic appraisal of me as a model, but frank sexual interest too. At least that’s what I thought I saw.

She nodded at me, “Do you mind standing up for a minute?”

I swallowed hard, but stood, dropping my hands to my side.

Her eyes ran up and down my body. It reminded me of the way Cadence had looked at me earlier. Like mother, like daughter.

“Very nice. Very, very nice. Okay, I’ll be right back.”

Lynn left the room. Cadence found the drawing she’d been working on and picked up her pencil.

“Strike your pose again, Julie,” Hannah giggled. So I did.

A few minutes later, Lynn returned. She was holding a glass of white wine and wearing a black negligee. The gown was full length with long sleeves but was composed of several sheer layers. It was both concealing and revealing at the same time. I was pretty sure I could see dark nipples atop her full breasts, and I thought I could even make out the shadow of her pubic hair, although that was less clear. But I got the impression that she was nude beneath the gown. It definitely turned me on.

Lynn sat in a chair and did a sketch of me in my hands-on-knees, legs-apart pose, while Hannah and Cadence completed their drawings. Then Lynn asked, “Have you ever posed nude, Julie?”

“What do you mean?”

“You know, as an artist’s model. Have you ever done that?”

An image flashed into my mind of Aunt Barbara taking photos of me and my sister in sexy lingerie, even a few nude shots, but I didn’t mention that. “No,” I answered.

“You should. Your body is perfect, just right. Would you mind doing that for me now?”

“What?” I felt like an idiot, responding that way. I knew very well what Lynn was asking, but the whole situation had me flustered.

“Would it make you feel better if we were all nude? We could do that. You girls don’t mind, do you?” She glanced in turn at Cadence and at Hannah. They both grinned, happy to comply.

Two minutes later, everyone was unclothed.

We’d moved out to the living room. Lynn said the light was better there. The curtains were drawn, of course, so no one could see in, but it was amazing to think what someone would discover if they were to enter the apartment: two barely pubescent girls with small breasts and scant pubic hair (Hannah had only traces, as did I, though mine was shaved), along with an even younger child with a totally hairless slit and tiny breast buds, plus a woman, the little girl’s mom — and all four of us completely naked! What would they think?

Lynn had poured herself a second glass of wine. None of the rest of us was drinking anything. I was on the sofa, stretched out, hands behind my head, one knee lifted slightly, toes pointed. They made their sketches.

After they finished and had compared the drawings, showing them to me, Lynn said, “Hmm, how about… let’s try two girls together. We can switch off, take turns. Cadence, you go first, all right? Pose with Julie.”

“Okay!” The little brunette hopped to her feet, joining me on the sofa. “How do ya want us to pose?”

“Well, let’s see.” Lynn got up from her chair and came to instruct us. “Julie, you get on your knees, here in the middle, facing out. That’s right. Uh, move your knees further apart. Good.”

She was touching me, shifting me into position, her hands on my shoulder, my arm, my waist, my bottom, on the inside of my thigh. Although what the woman did wasn’t overtly sexual, it certainly did feel seductive!

When Lynn had me where she wanted, she placed Cadence in front of me, perched on the edge of the sofa, arms raised, hands clasped behind my neck. I was leaning forward, looking over her shoulder, my arms around her waist, nipples brushing her back.

“Perfect,” said Lynn, as she stood back to admire us.

“Nice,” Hannah agreed.

“Do you think you can hold that long enough?” Lynn asked Cadence. “Not get tired?”

“Yeah, I think so.”

“Okay. Um, try to relax your legs a little bit, let them fall open naturally. That should be more comfortable.”

“Like this?”

“That’s right, very good,” Lynn nodded, giving her daughter a wink. Then she went back to her chair, picking up her pad and pencil.

After the artists had completed their sketches, they brought them over and showed them to us. Hannah’s was more detailed, more lifelike, while Lynn’s piece was somewhat abstract, expressionistic, but both were intensely erotic, at least to my eye.

Lynn next posed Hannah and me. She had us standing side by side, facing forward, arms akimbo but linked. Our feet were wide apart, with Hannah’s right knee just behind my left. It was like we formed two X’s, slightly overlapping. We started out smiling — we couldn’t help that — but Lynn told us it might be better if we were straight-faced, looking proud or even defiant.

That was kind of fun. I hadn’t realized before that modeling could also be a bit like acting. As Hannah and I stood and posed while Cadence and Lynn worked on their drawings, I tried think of things that would give me the correct expression: stuff like the rights of girls to love other girls, no matter what age they were, or the beauty of nudity and the stupidity of taboos. I must have got something right because Lynn complimented my on the “nobility” of my bearing. I wasn’t exactly sure what she meant by that, but it sounded good.

When they were finished and we’d examined and praised their latest creations, Lynn suggested that she and I pose together, and that Cadence and Hannah draw us. I liked that idea a lot!

The woman knelt on the sofa, facing to one side. I sat between her legs, turned toward her with my legs draped over her thigh. She took me in her arms and I leaned way back while she held me up. I put my arms around her too. I was nearly lying down. Lynn pulled me close, her heavy breasts pressing against mine, and brought her mouth very close to my mouth. We parted our lips. That would be the pose: not kissing, but as if we were just about to. Oh my god, it was so hot.

As the girls began sketching us, I looked at Lynn’s face, into her eyes, then at her mouth. She licked her lips, and I licked mine too. She was breathing hard — not from exertion, I didn’t think, but from arousal. We weren’t supposed to move, of course. The idea was to hold a static pose. But I could feel her grip on me tightening. Her body was trembling. I wanted her so much right then. I want to kiss her, shove my tongue into her mouth, grab her tits, suck her nipples, have sex with her.

Obviously, I couldn’t. The woman’s 10-year-old daughter was sitting right there, only a few feet away from us. We couldn’t have sex, no matter how badly I wanted it or how badly she did. Did Lynn want that as much as me? Was she as turned on as I was? She sure did seem to be.

I hoped Hannah and Cadence would take a very long time finishing their drawings. I loved being held like this, by a beautiful sensual woman. It was heavenly.

Several minutes passed. Lynn swallowed, then licked her lips again. She pulled me even closer. Her mouth was only a fraction of an inch from mine. Her breath was warm. I smelled the wine she’d been drinking, and her perfume. I flexed my fingers, kneading her back. She did the same with me. It was almost like we were having sex in suspended animation. That’s how it felt.

Finally the girls were done. “Okay, Mom, you can relax now,” Cadence said.

Lynn and I giggled, releasing some of our tension as we gazed into each other’s eyes. She gave me a quick kiss on the lips, not using her tongue or anything, just a friendly familiar kiss, and then we sat up and disentangled ourselves.

“Okay, well,” the woman said, “let’s take a look at your drawings first, and then I suppose I’d better take you girls home. Hannah, you can call your mother and tell her I’ll go ahead and drive you as long as Cadence is still up. All right?”

It was interesting that Lynn didn’t say anything to us about keeping what we’d done that night a secret, posing in the nude and so on. She’d asked Hannah before not to tell anyone but me about her dating preferences, but I suppose she thought that this was somehow less controversial. Of course, I didn’t know much about art or artists, so maybe that’s just how they were, getting naked and making sketches of each other all the time without even thinking about it.

Anyway, a half hour later, we were back at Hannah’s house. It had already been arranged that I would spend the night there. Lindsey was at Riley’s for a sleepover. On weekends the girls in our neighborhood always seemed to wind up in each other’s beds.

It was not quite 11:00 pm. Lauren was on the sofa wearing a long terry robe, watching TV. We said goodnight, Hannah gave her mom a hug, and then we went to her bedroom. We quickly took off our clothes, brushed our teeth, and jumped into bed naked.

Our second occasion making love was slower than the one before, less rushed and more gentle, more affectionate. We did a lot of kissing again — both of us loved that — and then Hannah spent a long time between my legs, licking, sucking, fingering, exploring, asking me what I liked or didn’t like. Over the course of maybe an hour she gave me three wonderful orgasms. The girl was a fast learner. She sat on my face after that and rode my tongue, coming quickly and wetly in my mouth. Then we kissed again for a while, sharing the taste of each other’s pussies. We fell asleep in one another’s arms.

I didn’t wake that night. Either there were no loud sounds of sex in Lauren and Kelsey’s room to awaken me, or I just slept right through them.

Continue on to Chapter 111

By Naughty Mommy

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I woke up in my mother’s bed. Dana was snoozing beside me, but my mom wasn’t there. I heard the shower running in her bathroom and on impulse decided to go join her.

Mommy and I didn’t bathe very often together at home, or hadn’t anyway since I was quite young, although we enjoyed doing it when we were away on our trips. But it was nice to be in the steamy shower with her that morning, rubbing soap on each other’s naked bodies, kissing, touching… and then, of course, masturbating one another.

After we got out and my mom was blow-drying her hair, I went to check on Dana, whom I found still sleeping. I thought about waking her up and having sex with her — but then out in the hall I heard the raucous chatter of four little girls: Molly, Emily, Chelsea, and Samantha were awake. I waited until they’d gone downstairs, then went to my room and got dressed.

Not long after they finished breakfast, Molly and Emily got on the phone. They were talking to Riley. Apparently sometime earlier in the week a tentative plan had been made for a four-girl slumber party at Riley’s house, including Lindsey, and they were confirming that. I overheard Emily say something about playing Undercover Spies. That game was getting to be quite popular! I wondered if they might get Riley’s older sister Alexa to play it with them too, and possibly even her pretty mom, Paula. It made me wish I could be there to see it.

But two other sleepovers were being arranged at almost the same time. Samantha invited Chelsea to stay at her place that evening, and meantime Hannah called me on my cell phone and asked if I could come to their house for dinner and to spend the night. I checked with my mom and she said it was fine. So everything was set.

* * *

At about 5:30, I walked the few blocks to Hannah’s house. Something smelled good when I came in the door. Kelsey, Hannah’s mum, told me she was making bangers and mash. I had no idea what that was, but it turned out to be fried sausages and mashed potatoes. These were served with onion gravy, and peas on the side. It was delicious!

As we were eating, Kelsey announced that she’d found a job. She would be starting work on Monday at a small company that did graphic design, specializing in cartoon character labels for children’s toys and breakfast cereals, that sort of thing. That sounded like fun. Kelsey said her job would be mostly clerical, but that she also might have the opportunity from time to time to assist with some of the artwork. She was excited about it.

We watched TV for a while after dinner, and then at 9:00 Hannah and I said goodnight and went to her room. Lauren and Kelsey stayed up watching the ‘telly’, as they called it.

As soon as she shut the door behind us, Hannah asked, “Wanna sleep in the buff?” Her eyes were shining, gorgeous smile a mile wide.

“Naked?”

“Uh-huh, same’s we did at your place last week.”

“Okay, sure.”

With a giggle, the cute redhead ripped off her t-shirt and pushed down her shorts and panties. She was already barefoot and wasn’t wearing a bra, so almost instantly she was nude.

“Wow,” I said. “That was fast.”

“Come on, eh? You too.”

“Okay.”

Hannah sat on the bed and watched as I peeled off the two shirts I was wearing (it had turned a little cold that day) and then my bra, my jeans, my panties, and finally my socks.

She jumped up and grabbed my hand, “Let’s clean our teeth and get in bed.”

“All right.”

I got my toothbrush from my bag and we waltzed out into the hall, stark naked. Neither of the two moms could see us from where they were sitting in the living room, but I wondered what would happen or what they would say if they found us like that. Perhaps nothing? Casual nudity might be commonplace in their house, I wasn’t sure. Anyway, we brushed our teeth, peed, then raced back to Hannah’s room and slid into her bed.

My friend and I huddled together under the covers, giggling and getting warm. After a few seconds, she asked, “Do you wanna do some kissing now, or masturbate first?”

“Well, um, last week, remember when you said you wanted to do something more with me? You know, like, more than just kissing and masturbating? Remember?”

She hesitated, then whispered, “Yeah.”

“So, I mean, do you want to do that now?”

There was no reply. Only the soft sound of her breathing.

“We don’t have to if you don’t want to,” I said.

“No, I do… I want to. But, um, can I tell you something first?”

“Of course. You can tell me anything.”

“It’s about Miss Firth.”

“Okay.”

“Well, you know how she told me about getting divorced and all?”

“Uh-huh.”

“So, she told me last night, after she got back from her date… well, I mean, she told me not to tell anyone else, but I asked her if I could tell you since you were my best friend, right?”

It was nice to hear that Hannah thought of me as her best friend. I liked her a lot too. “Okay,” I said.

“Anyhow, Miss Firth told me I could tell you, but no one else. But she said she thought I should know, since I would be babysitting and I might see her and everything.”

“See her?”

“Her date, I mean. That I might, like, see her date if she came to their place or something. She’s going out with a woman.”

“She is?”

“Uh-huh. And she told me that’s why they got divorced, her husband and her. Because she’d been seeing this woman — her name is Sylvia — and that’s why they got divorced, because Miss Firth wouldn’t stop seeing her.”

“Wow, she told you all that?”

“Yeah, she did.”

“That’s amazing.”

“Uh-huh, but you know what else?” she asked.

“What.”

“She, um, she said that now that she’s single and everything, she’s not sure she wants to just be with Sylvia. She might start going out with other women, and that’s why she wanted me to know, because if she didn’t tell me and I found out, I might tell someone else and she might get in trouble or something.”

“What do you mean, in trouble?”

“I don’t know, but, like, maybe the school would be angry with her or something.”

I shook my head. “I don’t think they’d mind. The school wouldn’t care who she’s dating or who she’s sleeping with — as long as it wasn’t a student or something.”

“Yeah… a student…”

Hannah was quiet, and I was too, for half a minute or so.

Finally I said, “Are you thinking the same thing I am?”

“Maybe.”

“About Ms. Firth?”

“What about her?”

“Well, I mean, if she likes women, maybe she likes girls too.”

“What do you mean?”

“She might like us. You and me.”

“Oh, wow…”

“I think we should try to seduce her.”

“Oh my god, Julie! That is — that is brilliant!”

Hannah put her hand between my legs, on my pussy. I was lying on my back, and she was on her side, snuggled up close. She had never touched me that way before, nothing like it at all.

I turned my head toward her. Our noses were touching, our lips nearly so. I whispered, “Do you want to seduce her? Do you want to have sex with Ms. Firth?”

“I do…” she breathed. Her fingers were moving now, gently stroking my labia.

“Do you want to have sex with me?”

“Yes.”

We kissed. I turned onto my side. We kissed deeply, wetly, passionately, wrapping our arms around each other, pulling our bodies together. Hannah and I had kissed like that before, using tongues and everything, but never with so much intensity. We were both on fire, inflamed with lust, burning with excitement not only over the idea of having sex with each other, but with our plan to seduce our teacher.

Our lovemaking that first time was urgent, frenzied, almost clumsy in its haste. Hannah may have been a virgin, but she was ready and willing to try just about anything. We pawed at one another, grabbing and squeezing, kissing and licking. We sucked nipples and fingered pussies (she was no virgin in that sense, I discovered — her hymen was definitely gone). I went down on her, bringing her to orgasm with a finger inside her and my mouth on her clit, then I sat on her face. Hannah didn’t know what to do exactly but picked it up quickly enough, and anyway I was so turned on that all I had to do was ride her tongue, hump her mouth for a few seconds, and soon I was climaxing. I let her keep eating me, though, so she could learn more, until I came a second time.

After that we slowed down a little bit. We kissed for a while, and then I taught her about tribbing. She’d seen women doing it in porn videos but didn’t know whether it would work in real life. I showed her that it did. I fucked Hannah, and then she turned me over and fucked me.

Finally we were done, worn out. Our pussies were sore. Before we fell asleep, however, we confirmed our plan, our goal. We made a pact that night, Hannah and I, that before the school year was over, we both would have sex with our teacher, Ms. Firth, preferably at the same time. That was the last thought on our minds as we drifted off, cuddling close, smelling of sex, dreaming of seduction.

* * *

As had happened before, the first time I slept over at Hannah’s house, I awoke in the night to a bumping sound. I knew immediately what it was — or at least what I thought it was.

Hannah was on her side, turned away from me, sleeping peacefully. I slipped out of bed, nude, and crept to the door, opening it slightly. The sound was clearer. Stepping into the hall, I made my way to Lauren and Kelsey’s bedroom door. I paused, listening. The noise, I was certain, was a bed bumping against the wall. I tried to hear voices.

“Fuck me! Fuck my cunt!”

This time, there was no doubt. The women were much louder than the time before. I could hear exactly what they were saying.

“You gonna come for me? Huh? Come while I’m fucking you?” That was Kelsey.

“Yeah, yeah — do it — harder! Come on — harder! Fuck me! Fuck me!” That was Lauren, I could tell. Her voice was higher-pitched, her accent less pronounced.

I stayed a minute longer, listening closely, waiting to see if I would hear another voice. I wanted to be absolutely sure there wasn’t a man in there with them too. There wasn’t. It was only the two of them.

Lauren climaxed, loudly, and soon after that they quieted down. I decided I’d heard enough, and didn’t want to get caught, so I tiptoed back to the bedroom and climbed under the covers. I rubbed myself again, even though I was pretty sore, masturbating in the dark as I pictured Hannah’s mom fucking Lindsey’s mom. After I came, I quickly fell asleep.

* * *

On Monday, during lunch in the cafeteria, Hannah said to me, “Don’t wear jeans tomorrow, right?”

“Huh? What do you mean?”

“Because tomorrow’s Tuesday — Art & Design — Miss Firth, you twit!”

“Oh, yeah. Um, okay.”

Most days I wore jeans to school without even thinking about it. That was simply the most comfortable way for me to dress. It was sort of embarrassing then that Hannah had to remind me of our pact to seduce the teacher.

“Put on the shortest skirt you can get away with,” she said. “I will too. We can try and open our legs and give her a peek at our knickers.”

“Our panties.”

“Right.”

“Cool. Good idea.” I smiled at the cute redhead, feeling a warm stirring between my legs as I imagined Ms. Firth staring at my exposed crotch. “It reminds of when I… I mean…”

“Of what?”

I’d started to say it reminded me of the time I went to my mom’s office after school one day and let her look up my skirt and then we masturbated together. But I couldn’t tell Hannah about that!

So I said, “Oh, before I knew you, when I was flirting with someone else, an older girl. Anyway, um, what skirt do you think you’ll wear?”

* * *

The next day we were both showing plenty of leg. I was wearing a tight denim mini while Hannah was in a flippy little pleated plaid skirt that barely covered her butt. The school had rules about dress lengths for girls, but in practice they weren’t enforced. Everyone pretty much wore whatever they felt like wearing and no one said anything about it.

Hannah had more opportunities than I did to flash our teacher during class that day and readily took advantage of them. She was shameless. I tried to do the same, but was more hesitant, not wanting to let the other students notice. Unfortunately, I’m not sure if Ms. Firth ever noticed me either.

When the period ended, Hannah was asked to stay late again. I wondered if she might get in trouble for what she’d been doing, but that wasn’t it at all. At lunch she told me, “I’m babysitting again on Saturday night for Cadence. You want to come?”

“What do you mean?”

“Come with me to Miss Firth’s. We can babysit together. I asked her if we could, and she said it’s fine. We can split the pay. Are you free Saturday night?”

“Um, yeah, I think so.”

This would be interesting. I’d never done a combined babysitting job like that. I wondered, would Hannah and I maybe fool around together after we got the kid in bed? Or maybe fool around with the kid, before we put her to bed?

“So, um… tell me more about Cadence. What’s she like?”

“Oh, uh, let’s see. She’s kind of short, like me, but shorter ‘cause she’s younger. She has long brown hair, straight, like her mum’s. Dimples, a cute face with sort of chubby cheeks, like a dumpling. She likes to draw. That’s what we did together last time. She’s very sweet, you’ll like her.”

“Okay, cool, that sounds great. It’ll be fun.”

* * *

On Friday night that week, my mother and I got dressed up and she took me out to dinner. She would try to do something like that maybe once a month or so, get a little time for just the two of us together.

And, oh my god, it was incredibly romantic… soft candlelight, a secluded table near the back of the restaurant, my lover holding my hand and gazing into my eyes… I could feel my pussy getting all creamy and juicy as Mommy leaned toward me and tenderly kissed my lips. My heart was pounding, my cheeks flushed. I squeezed my legs together, making my clit throb. Having her act that way with me in public was so thrilling, so exciting. What if someone saw us!

After dinner we went to see a movie. It was called Water Lilies, in French with English subtitles. The movie was really good and really sexy, but the best part about it was that during one of the hot love scenes — between teenage lesbians, not much older than I was! — my mom put her hand on my thigh, then slid it up under my dress. I opened my legs and she fondled me in the darkness. I didn’t actually come, but it felt wonderful having her touch me that way, so intimate and erotic and forbidden, all at once.

We held hands on the way out of the theater after the movie ended, and as soon as we were in the car I was all over her, grabbing and kissing, wanting, needing to make love with her. My mother laughed and started the engine. “Wait till we get home, sugar. Then you can do anything you want with me — and with your sisters too, for that matter.”

Molly and Kate had stayed home that evening with Dana and Chelsea. I’m sure they must have had their own kind of naughty fun while we were out. By the time we got back, though, it was past 11:00, and Chelsea and Molly were already asleep. Katie and Dana were on the sofa, both naked, watching one of Dana’s porn movies. Well, sort of watching, but having sex too.

They didn’t stop when we came in. We said hi, and they said hi, then Mommy and I went upstairs to her room so we could fuck. I had almost an hour alone with her, eating her pussy, sucking her nipples, sitting on her face, tribbing with her, before the others joined us. First it was only Dana and Kate, but after a few minutes my mom went and got the younger kids, waking them so they could play with us too. They never seemed to mind that at all.

We had family sex, two women and four girls rolling around on Mommy’s king-size bed, doing everything you can think of, reveling in all the delicious pleasures of lesbian incest.

Continue on to Chapter 110

By Naughty Mommy

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Kelsey and Lauren came by our house fairly early the next morning, around 9:30 as planned, to pick up Hannah and Lindsey. By that time we were all up and dressed, showing no obvious signs of the sexy naked things we’d done the night before.

Our mother invited the women in for coffee, and they accepted, although they said they couldn’t stay very long. The four of them were driving to the state capitol that day, a couple hours away, to view an exhibition of children’s art. Every school in the state, both public and private, had been invited to submit some of their students’ best work, and from these about 200 pieces had been selected for the exhibit. Among them was one of Hannah’s drawings. She really is very talented.

It was funny, though, because Hannah had told me earlier that she didn’t want to go, that she would much rather just stay and fool around with us. But the excursion had already been arranged and it was her drawing they were going to see, of course, so she didn’t have much choice.

Mommy had met Lauren and Kelsey before, but only briefly. This was her first chance to spend any real time talking with them. A few weeks earlier, when I’d told her my suspicions about the cousins being lesbian lovers, my mother had said it might be a good idea for us to “get to know that family a little better… develop a closer relationship with them if we can.” So this was a start on that.

They left after about a half hour. Before they did, Hannah and I made plans to get together the next day, at least for a little while if we could. That night, unfortunately, I would be busy, babysitting for Elaine Gallagher’s kids again. Oh well, the extra money certainly was nice.

My mom and Dana and I were in the kitchen, chatting. We’d just finished putting the breakfast dishes in the dishwasher. The little girls — Molly, Chelsea, and Samantha — were up in the Molly’s room, playing. Kate had gone out for a run around the neighborhood on the warm, sunny, late October day. I was about to ask Mommy if she had any more thoughts about Kelsey and Lauren when we heard the front doorbell ring.

It was Megan, coming for Samantha. Dana let her in. The two women warmly embraced. I liked the way they seemed so close. It looked as if something special might be developing between them.

Megan was dressed kind of casual, wearing a crop top and frayed denim cutoffs, along with sneakers and ankle socks. The shorts, though, were so short that the pockets hung out in front, and from the back you could see the edges of her butt cheeks. With her longs legs, she looked totally amazing. I didn’t think it was by chance that she was dressed that way, either. Megan wanted to be appealing to us, I was sure of it.

My mother gave the redhead a hug, and a quick kiss on the lips. “Would you like a cup of coffee?” she asked.

“Sure, that would be nice. Thank you.”

The three adults sat down in the family room, and I went to get their coffee, plus a glass of juice for myself. We settled in and chatted for a few minutes, with Megan and Dana doing most of the talking while Mommy and I smiled and listened. The two young women soon decided to go out shopping together. They asked Mommy to join them, but she declined, saying she and Kate and I had a lot of yard work to do that afternoon. Dana offered to stay and help, but Mommy assured her that we could handle everything.

So, off they went, arm in arm, Megan in her short-shorts, Dana wearing a miniskirt and tank top. I was sure they would get plenty of admiring looks from men, and maybe from a few women as well. Samantha stayed at our house to play some more with Chelsea and Molly. When Kate came back from her run, Mommy put the two of us to work, pulling out the overgrown summer vegetables, pruning hedges, trimming dead branches from the trees, generally getting the yard ready for winter.

* * *

Another week went by. I had sex with Karen in her car again a couple of times — still just fingering pussies, though, and kissing, nothing more than that. We weren’t quite brave enough to have oral sex in the middle of a public park!

On one of those steamy afternoons, she made a confession to me. We’d both just finished coming, and were sitting together in the back seat, softly caressing, sharing the sweet taste of the gooey wetness on our fingers, when she said, “Um, Julie?”

“Yeah?”

“I want to tell you something, okay?”

“Okay, sure.”

“Um, it’s about… well, I know you really want me to meet your family again and stuff, and I want to do that too. I will soon, I promise. But, um, I just wanted to tell you that, like, I have a girlfriend.”

“You do?”

“Uh-huh.”

“Oh… so, is that, like, a problem? I mean, with me and you doing what we’re doing? Would she be jealous or something?”

“No,” she chuckled. “She wouldn’t be jealous. In fact, I already told her. She thinks it’s hot.”

“She does? You did?”

“Uh-huh. Her name is, um, Miranda. Except, see, the thing is, she’s like older, you know?”

“Older? How old?”

Karen laughed, “Not that old. She’s 29. Older than me, though.”

“That’s almost as old as my mom,” I grinned. “She’s 32.”

“I know. And, like, that’s what I need to tell you about. Because it’s kind of embarrassing.”

“What is?”

“Well, see, um, Miranda is… she’s married, and she has a baby.”

“A baby? Really?”

“Yeah. That’s how I met her. Babysitting, you know? She actually has two kids. Her daughter, Marisol, is 8. The baby, a little boy, is still tiny, only five months. His name is Jorge. She, um, Miranda, is separated from her husband. I think they’re getting divorced. Anyway, I met her, like, about a year ago, before they separated, and after a while we started fooling around.”

“Wow, that’s… well, it’s great, isn’t it?”

“Uh-huh, but you know what? This isn’t the first time I’ve done that. Besides your mom, I mean. There was another one, a lady I was babysitting for. That was earlier last year, before I met Miranda. We only did it a couple times, though, had sex together, and then she got scared and asked me not to babysit for her any more. She was married too.”

“Wow,” I repeated.

“Yeah, I guess that’s sort of my specialty. Seems like it, anyway. But, I mean, do you think it’s weird, Julie, that I have this thing for older women or something?”

“No. Why would it be weird?”

“I don’t know. It’s just… um…”

Karen looked down at her hands. It was obvious she wanted to tell me something else but was nervous about it. We’d mostly settled down during our conversation, not caressing any more, just sitting quietly and talking.

She took a deep breath, then said, “Well, there’s like, there’s this other thing. Um, you know I said Miranda has a baby, little Jorge?”

“Uh-huh.”

“He, um, like I said, he’s only five months old now. And she’s, you know, she breastfeeds him.”

“Okay.”

Karen raised her face and gazed at me. Her brown eyes were big and round. “Do you know what that means?”

I shook my head. “No. What what means?”

“When she’s, I mean, when we have sex, because she still nursing, then… you know, when I suck her nipples, sometimes I drink her milk.”

“Wow, really?”

“Uh-huh,” she nodded. “Do you think that’s gross?”

“No, I think it’s hot!”

“You do?”

“Yeah, oh my god, I never even thought about that before, but it is, it’s sexy. It’s super hot.”

Laughing, clearly relieved, Karen let her head fall back on the seat. “I’m so glad you think so. I was really worried, Julie, that you’d say I was, you know, a perv or something.”

I laughed too. “How could you be more of a perv than me? I mean, I… um…”

I almost told her then about my forbidden lust for underage girls, prepubescent youngsters with flat chests and hairless pussies. But I stopped myself just in time. I wasn’t sure Karen was ready to hear about that yet. Instead, I said, “You know, I like to watch. I’m a perv too. I watched you with my mom, and I’ve watched her having sex with other girls and women. I love to watch and masturbate.”

All that was true. It certainly wasn’t a lie, even if it wasn’t quite the whole truth.

“God, I feel so much better,” Karen grinned. “I’ve been wanting to tell you about Miranda, but I was kind of afraid. Now I’m glad I did.”

“Yeah, and really, you don’t have to worry about my mom or anything, either. That won’t bother her at all, that you have an older girlfriend. She’ll like it.”

“You think so?”

“Yeah, I do. I’m sure of it. She’ll probably even like the breast milk thing too. We’ve never talked about it or anything, but she’s pretty kinky.”

“Don’t you tell her about it, though!” Karen frowned. “Promise me you won’t. Not until I’m, you know, not until I’m ready, okay?”

“All right, I won’t, don’t worry. But I’m serious, you don’t have to be concerned about my mom. She’s totally accepting. So’s the rest of my family.”

“Okay.” Karen took my face in her hands and kissed my lips. “Thanks, Julie, for being my friend, and for letting me tell you all this stuff.”

“You’re welcome,” I said. “I’m really glad I met you again.”

“Me too. But now, I guess I need to take you home. It’s probably getting kinda late.”

* * *

Another very interesting thing happened that week. On Thursday, our sexy art teacher, Ms. Firth, asked Hannah to stay for a minute after class. I had to leave and get to my next class, which I didn’t share with Hannah, but at lunch I was able to ask my friend what Ms. Firth wanted.

“She wants me to babysit,” Hannah said, around a mouthful of french fries.

“She does? Babysit who?”

“Her daughter, Cadence.”

“She has a daughter?”

“Seems so. She goes to a different school. Miss Firth says she’s 10.”

“Hm, okay… when are you babysitting?”

“Tomorrow night, starting at 7:00.”

“All right. So, is Ms. Firth married?”

“No, she told me she’s divorced. Happened last year. That’s why she came here to teach, eh? Her ex is the principal at the other school where she used to work, the one where her daughter goes.”

“Wow, she told you a lot.”

Hannah grinned, “I think she fancies me. And you know I fancy her.”

“Yeah, I know you do, and so do I. In fact, maybe…”

Something occurred to me then, a naughty idea that had been percolating in the back of my mind for quite a while. I decided not to mention it right there, though, during lunch in the cafeteria — but when the time was right, I would.

“Well, anyway,” I said to her, “good luck with the babysitting. Maybe you can call me tomorrow night and tell me how it’s going.”

* * *

Hannah did call me the next night, at about 10:00 o’clock. Mommy and Dana had gone out dancing with Theresa and Megan, so that meant Emily and Samantha were staying with us for a sleepover. We’d finished playing a hot game of Undercover Spy, and after that I’d put the younger ones to bed — four naked little girls in Molly’s single bed, just imagine! They didn’t seem to mind the crowding one bit.

When my cell phone rang, I was lying on my own bed, nude, with my legs wide open. Kate was sucking my pussy. We were both very turned on after playing that game with the little girls, having our hands all over their sweet bodies, and their hands on ours.

I was already close to an orgasm and might not have answered the phone at all, except that I was expecting the call from Hannah — and there was also the possibility it could be my mom calling about something important. So I reached over to the table and picked up the phone. Kate didn’t stop licking me.

“Hello?”

“Julie, hiya.”

“Hey, Hannah… what’s up?”

“Nothing special. Just wanted to say hi. I’m at Miss Firth’s, as you know.”

“Yeah, um… what’s her… what’s her place like? Is it a… house… or an apartment?”

I was nearly breathless with arousal, right on the edge of a climax as Kate fucked my cunt with her finger and sucked my clit at the same time. I only hoped Hannah wouldn’t notice.

“It’s a flat. Not a bad place at all. She has style, as you’d expect. Oh, and guess what?”

“What.”

“You know how she always dresses rather conservative at school? I mean, you can see her shape and all, but there’s no short skirts or cleavage or any such, right?”

“Yeah.”

“Well, when she goes out, it’s a different story. She looks like a tart.”

“A tart?”

“Julie, you should have seen her. So fit. Very short dress, high heels, tits on display, the whole thing.”

“Nice.”

“I couldn’t wait to get Cadence put to bed. It took forever, though. Not until almost 9:30 did I finally get her down. Soon as I was sure she was asleep, I diddled like mad while I thought all about Miss Firth. Came so hard, Julie. Then I called you. Naughty eh?”

“Yeah, naughty — unnhh!”

“What’s a matter?”

“Nothing. Um…”

Kate had just lifted my ass into the air. She had her hands under my butt, her mouth fastened over my pussy, her tongue thrusting deep inside my vagina. How could I possibly carry on a phone conversation in a position like that?

“Sorry, I better go, Hannah. I’ll call you back in, like, just a few minutes, okay?”

Without waiting for an answer, I clicked off the phone — then almost immediately climaxed in my sister’s mouth.

* * *

What a night that was! First, playing the sexy naked spy game with the two young girls, Emily and Samantha, along with Molly and Chelsea and Kate, of course. Then having Kate totally devour my pussy while I’m talking on the phone with Hannah, which leads to an unbelievably powerful orgasm. After that I repaid the favor by eating Katie, making her come twice, before tribbing with her until we both climaxed again.

Finally, nearly an hour later, I got back on the phone to Hannah. I felt kind of bad because it certainly wasn’t “just a few minutes,” as I’d promised. But anyway, I called her back and we talked some more. Right away she asked me what was going on, why I hung up so fast and everything. Although I didn’t come out and tell her, I’m pretty sure she realized that I’d been having sex. Who with, was the big question, obviously. She didn’t ask that directly, however, so I didn’t have to answer.

That wasn’t all that happened that night.

Around 1:00 AM, Mommy and Dana came home. Kate was already asleep in her own bed, but I was still awake, reading a novel. As soon as I heard the garage door open, I impulsively dropped my book and ran downstairs, naked. I suppose it was a good thing neither Megan nor Theresa was with them, because there I was in the kitchen, ready to greet them as they came into the house.

“Well, well,” my mother laughed, “aren’t we the luckiest pair… arriving home to find a nude young girl waiting to be fucked!”

So, of course, that’s what we did. We went upstairs to my mom’s bedroom and the three of us fucked each other for the next hour or so. I know I keep saying this, but don’t I just have the best life?

After we’d exhausted ourselves, having our fill of orgasms while trading stories about the exciting things we’d done that night — me with the spy game, feeling the naked bodies of a 9-year-old and a 7-year-old, and Mommy and Dana out with the other two moms, not only dancing, but kissing too, and humping each other on the dance floor, getting very dirty and very turned on — after all that, Dana drifted off to sleep. I was cuddling with my mother in the dark, fondling her breast, nibbling at her neck.

“I love you,” I told her. “Mommy, I love you.”

“I love you too, darling, more than you can imagine.”

“Can I tell you something? Something bad?”

“How bad is it?”

“Not that bad, but kind of bad, I guess.”

“Of course you can tell me,” she chuckled. “You know you can always tell me anything.”

I put my hand on her chin, turning her face toward mine so I could kiss her mouth. Then I said, “Well, it’s just, I like girls so much, really little girls… sometimes I think I’m kind of insane about it, you know? Anyway, I can’t stop thinking about them. I masturbate every night while I fantasize about girls like that, only like 8 or 9 years old, or 7, or even 6… like Laura. You remember her, at the Sapphic Retreat, in the orgy?”

“Yes, I do. I definitely remember Laura. She’s the youngest girl I’ve ever had sex with.”

“Me too. And I don’t know why it is, but I can’t stop thinking about girls like that. And, well, the bad thing is, earlier this week, on Wednesday night, I got out of bed and went into Molly’s room. It was about 11:00. She was asleep, of course. But I got in bed with her and started kissing her. She woke up a little bit, sort of, but mostly I just rubbed myself and kissed and licked her nipples until I came. After that, I went back to bed. I don’t know if she ever woke up at all, actually.”

My mother turned toward me, taking me in her arms, hugging me tightly. “I love you, Julie,” she whispered.

“I love you, Mommy. But… are you mad at me?”

“No, of course not. How could I be mad at you for doing the same thing I’ve done so many times? I know I have that school night rule, and there’s a good reason for it, but I understand. Sometimes lust is… well, it’s almost impossible to control.”

“I know, it is.”

She rolled on top of me and kissed my lips. I spread my legs and she nestled between my thighs, pressing her pussy firmly against mine. Luckily it was a king-size bed so we had plenty of room without bothering Dana, who was snoozing beside us.

Mommy kissed me again, slipping her tongue into my mouth, then whispered, “I love you so much, honey, for so many reasons. I love your intelligence and your warmth, and of course I adore your beautiful sweet body.”

We both chuckled at that.

She went on, “But I also love your honesty, your willingness, the way you openly share yourself with me and with others. That’s a wonderful quality.”

“Thanks, Mommy.”

As she was saying all these things, my mother was also grinding her cunt into mine, sliding up and down on me, fucking me.

“I think I started falling in love with you,” she told me, “when I realized that you like young girls just as much as I do, that we share that forbidden desire, you and I. It’s almost like we’re the same person, Julie, but you’re a younger version of me. Oh, I know that’s not really true. We’re very different in some ways. But we have so much in common, don’t you think?”

“Yeah, I do, but…”

It was amazing to me that she could have a discussion like this, speaking in complete sentences and everything, while also having hot lesbian sex. I could barely think, let alone speak.

“Mommy, I — you’re gonna make me — I — I’m gonna come!”

And I did. I climaxed as my mother fucked me, repeatedly thrusting her cunt against mine. I thew my arms around her neck, pulling her close, squeezing her, wanting to feel the warmth of her womanly body on top of me as I shuddered beneath her, gasping and groaning in the ecstasy of my orgasm.

Before I even finished, my mom was coming too. It only took her a few more seconds, moving on me faster and faster until she went over the top, crying out once, then burying her face in my shoulder, biting me. It hurt, but I didn’t mind. I loved it. I loved her — and I still do, more than anyone else in the world.

Continue on to Chapter 109

By Naughty Mommy

We were in my mother’s bedroom, in the darkness inside her walk-in closet, ten naked girls and women playing Undercover Spy.

Kate had informed us, before we all jammed into the closet and removed each other’s clothes, what the objective was. In order to win the game, one of the three teams would need to have the secret formula — the orange plastic water bottle — in their possession and be able to get to Mommy’s bed with it. That was the goal, the finish line.

In order to do that, of course, the potential winning team first would have to somehow wrestle the bottle away from Kate, the evil scientist. And even before that, we would have to find Kate, who told us she would be hiding someplace downstairs.

All this was understood. We knew the rules. And we had just completed the strip search, checking each other thoroughly for hidden weapons. None were found — only a lot of warm bare skin. Yummy.

So, the next thing was, Kate took each of us out of the closet one by one, told us to close our eyes and then spun us around in circles, making us dizzy. She led each wobbly player to another location, depositing one team inside the closet in Molly’s room, another in the closet in my room, and the third in the closet in Kate’s bedroom. We were allowed to open our eyes inside the dark closets, though we could see practically nothing. Once all three teams were in place, Kate called to us to count to 100 before coming out and then ran away to hide.

BLUE TEAM	RED TEAM	YELLOW TEAM
Suzanne, 32	Dana, 27	Megan, 26
Lindsey, 9	Hannah, 13	Julie, 13
Samantha, 7	Molly, 9	Chelsea, 7
EVIL SCIENTIST: Kate, 11

It took us a while to locate her. After completing the countdowns, the teams exited their closets and made our way downstairs in the dimly-lit house. But we couldn’t find that evil scientist anywhere! Finally Mommy decided to check the door that led from the kitchen into the garage. The second she opened it, Kate bolted past her through the kitchen and out into the family room, racing right by me and Chelsea too, who also happened to be in the kitchen.

I was amazed that Kate had been out there in the unheated garage the whole time. It wasn’t especially cold on that October night, maybe around 60 degrees, but still… anyhow, I didn’t have much time to think about that, because suddenly we heard a yelp and a laugh and what sounded like bodies tumbling to the floor.

We ran after Kate and discovered that she had plowed straight into Megan, Samantha, and Lindsey, who were on their way into the kitchen. The four of them were piled on the carpeted floor of the family room in a naked tangle of limbs. Megan had a grip on the plastic bottle, or actually a grip on Kate’s two hands which were holding the bottle. They were both laughing wildly. Megan was on her back with Kate lying on top of her — in the missionary position, you might say — and Samantha was crawling up Kate’s back, trying to grab the secret formula too.

Lindsey was kneeling on one side, pulling at the others a little bit, but mostly just watching and giggling. As soon as Chelsea spotted the orange bottle, however, she leaped into the fray. And when Molly ran up and jumped in as well, Lindsey decided to follow her lead. The others quickly arrived and soon we had a real donnybrook going, ten women and girls from age 7 to age 32 wrestling in the dark on the floor, nude bodies sliding all around on each other as we laughed and grabbed.

Eventually my mother managed to pull the bottle from Kate’s fingers. Mommy rolled off to the side, calling, “Lindsey, Samantha, blue team! I have it! Somebody take it and run upstairs!”

Before that could happen, however, Dana was on top of my mom, shouting, “No, red team!”

Hannah joined her, lying half on top of Dana and half on top of my mother, shouting just as loudly and reaching for the plastic bottle. Chelsea, the youngest player in the bunch, had her little hands wrapped around Mommy’s, trying to rip the plastic water bottle from her fingers. She never would have been strong enough to do that on her own, of course, but my mom pretended she was and let Chelsea take it away. She in turn handed it quickly to me, and I attempted to get up and run — but before I could, Molly, Samantha, and Lindsey were crawling all over me, and I lost that battle.

We all went on this way for maybe another ten minutes, the secret formula passing from one team’s possession to another, or sometimes back to Kate, the evil scientist, as we screamed and laughed and wrestled and rolled together on the floor. The struggle reached a climax when Hannah yanked the bottle out of Megan’s hands and deftly tossed it to Dana who was standing to the side, waiting for just such an occurrence.

With a whoop, Dana dashed toward the stairs, aiming for victory. The rest of us got to our feet as quickly as we could, but Dana was just too fast. The only one really close to her was Kate. Dana was already several steps ahead, however, bounding up the stairs three at a time. I’d never realized how athletic she was.

She reached the top with Katie close behind her and the other eight players clomping up the stairs after them. Hannah and I were in the lead of the second group, laughing joyfully as we raced side by side. As we entered the hallway, we found Kate and Dana on the floor. My sister had somehow managed to catch up to Dana and tackle her. Now she was basically sitting on the young woman’s face, wrestling her for the bottle. Hannah grabbed Kate, trying to pull her off Dana and attempting to grab the formula herself. I jumped in too. The others arrived and another melee ensued.

This time it was Megan who emerged with the plastic bottle. With a cry of “Yellow team!” she handed the bottle to Chelsea, who zoomed down the hall toward Mommy’s room. The door was open, so the little girl had a straight shot onto our mother’s bed. She dove onto it, followed immediately by Megan and then by me. We rolled together, giggling insanely, hugging and kissing, “We win! We win!”

The other players joined us, flopping onto Mommy’s bed, laughing, panting, congratulating the victors. I was concerned for a moment that the bed might collapse under the weight of ten people, but fortunately it had a sturdy frame and was able to hold us all.

After the giggling had subsided and we’d mostly caught our breath, my mom reached over and switched on a bedside lamp. She sat cross-legged, grinning at us, still breathing hard. I couldn’t help but notice a smear of creamy juices all around her pussy lips. She obviously had become extremely aroused during all that naked grabbing and tussling. I had too — I could feel the wetness between my own legs — and I wondered how many others were in the same condition.

“Wow, that was fun!” Mommy said. “And you know what? We never had dessert after dinner. Does anyone want ice cream?”

“Ice cream!” Molly screamed, and the other kids all screamed for ice cream too. We got up then and headed downstairs for our dessert, happily remaining nude as we sat in the family room, enjoying our treat.

“So, do you guys have this much fun every weekend?” Megan asked, with a twinkle in her eye. “I can see why Samantha likes spending so much time here.”

“Well, it’s not always quite like this,” Mommy replied. “We’ve never played that game before with so many people, for one thing. I’d never played it all, in fact, before tonight. But yes, my girls and I do like to have fun together as often as we can.”

As our mother said that last part, she winked at the woman. I knew what kind of ‘fun’ she was referring to, even if Megan didn’t. It made my clit throb to think about having sex with the tall redhead and her cute daughter Samantha — with everyone there in the room, in fact, all of us at once.

I looked slowly around at the others, at Hannah and Lindsey, at Dana and Chelsea, at my sisters Molly and Kate, and then at my mom, who gave me a little nod. It was as if she knew exactly what on my mind. Not surprising, I suppose, since sex was almost always on my mind, and on hers too.

Megan had finished her ice cream. She picked up her purse, which was on the sofa beside her, and took out her phone. “Hm, it’s almost 9:00. Guess I should probably head home, Suzanne, so you can start getting these kids settled down and ready for bed.”

I was hoping Mommy would try to talk Megan out of it, invite her to stay overnight with us or something, but she didn’t. Perhaps her instincts told her we’d already achieved as much as we could that evening with the woman, and there was no point in pushing for more. Anyway, Megan got up and started putting on her clothes (she’d brought them downstairs with her earlier). The rest of us just watched and stayed naked.

After Megan left, we had to decide who would sleep where. We hadn’t talked about that yet. At length we decided to do something along the lines of Molly’s slumber party, building a nest of blankets and comforters on the floor of the family room where all the girls would snuggle in together. I’d planned to have Hannah in my bed with me that night, but Lindsey insisted that she wanted her cousin Hannah down there with her, and me as well, so we agreed. Our mother and Dana would sleep together up in Mommy’s room — although I knew, of course, that they would be doing a lot of other things with each other before falling asleep.

It took a while to get it all arranged, but finally everything was set. We went upstairs and brushed our teeth, got goodnight kisses from Mommy and Dana, then trotted down again to the family room, seven naked girls ready for a cuddly sleepover.

Our mother had turned the heat down about a half hour earlier, so now it felt good to burrow under the blankets, huddling together for warmth. We’d decided to leave a small light on, since none of us was planning to go to sleep right away. There were plenty of other options instead, and we briefly discussed them all: we could read (no), watch TV (no), tell stories (no), play Truth or Dare (no), or — this was Hannah’s suggestion — we could kiss (Yes!).

Kissing was always a terrific option. It seems that whenever young girls are together at sleepovers, there’s always a lot of kissing going on and sometimes more advanced sexual play as well. I don’t know if it’s that way with boys, probably not, but in my experience when you get two or more girls in bed together, they simply can’t keep their hands off each other or their mouths separated.

Hannah and I had kissed quite a bit during our sleepover at their house, and Lindsey and Molly had too. I didn’t know until that night whether Chelsea or Samantha had done anything like that before — with each other, I mean — but we soon learned that they had. Even at only 7 years old, both girls were already very interested in kissing, and enjoyed practicing together whenever they had the chance. Of course, I knew Chelsea had been taught to kiss that way, using tongues and everything, by her mom, Dana. I wasn’t sure where Samantha had picked it up originally, whether from Chelsea, or from another friend, or possibly from her own mother, Megan. That didn’t seem likely, but you never know.

Anyway, it didn’t matter. It was time to kiss. Except when we began to pair off, we realized that since we had an odd number, one person would always be left out. I was initially matched up with Hannah, Chelsea with Samantha, and Molly with Lindsey, but Kate was on her own. She didn’t mind, though. She told us she would be a ‘rover’, going from one pair to the next, watching and then dipping in with one girl or another, taking kisses wherever she wanted them. That seemed fine with everyone.

For the next thirty or forty minutes, we kissed. Maybe it was even longer, I don’t know. It’s really easy to lose track of time when you’re kissing like that. And as Kate took turns with each pair, we ended up swapping partners, shifting around under the covers… effectively all of us became rovers then, trading and sharing and sampling, soft lips sliding together, tongues exploring, hands tenderly caressing.

Mmmm, god, that was such an amazing experience. I’ve had a lot of incredible erotic adventures in my life, even though I’m still pretty young, but this is one that stands out. Maybe it’s because it was the first time I ever kissed either Lindsey or Samantha — and you know how I feel about little girls! — or maybe it was just the sheer pleasure of all those smooth naked bodies bunched in side by side, how I could turn one way or the other and find a new partner, bring my mouth to hers, kiss her, play with her tongue, then roll over the other way and find a new girl to kiss.

It seemed to go on forever. I certainly wasn’t getting tired — in fact, I was getting super turned on — but eventually I noticed the younger ones, Samantha and Chelsea, beginning to fade. I don’t know exactly what time it was, probably close to 11:00 by then, but in any case, well past their bedtime.

So, we decided to call it a night. Kate got up and switched off the lamp, then climbed back in with us. She was on one side beside Molly, who was next to Lindsey. Chelsea and Samantha were snuggled in the middle, with me next to them, and Hannah beside me on the outside. We hadn’t started that way, but that’s how we ended up.

For a while, we rested in the dark. No one said anything. I’d expected some conversation but didn’t hear any, or at least none that I could decipher. It seemed that Molly and Lindsey might be whispering to each other, but if they were, it was unintelligible. I closed my eyes and tried to relax enough to fall asleep. I could tell from the way the little ones next to me were breathing, soft and slow, that they were already conked out.

Then I felt movement. It was Hannah. The girl’s leg bumped mine. Her arm seemed to be moving too, rhythmically. Smiling to myself, I whispered, “Hannah?”

A faint whisper in return, “Yeah?”

I turned from my back onto my side, facing her, then laid my hand on her shoulder. I could feel the action of her muscles. My friend was masturbating.

“Are you doing it?” I breathed in her ear, wanting to hear her confirm it.

A short pause, then, “Uh-huh.”

“Even with these… kids here?”

“I can’t help it. I have to.”

“I know what you mean,” I chuckled. “I’ll do it too.”

As I slid my right hand down to my crotch, I hooked my top leg over Hannah’s leg. My left hand was still on her shoulder, my lips beside her ear. “I like doing it with you,” I told her. “It turns me on.”

My vulva was warm and moist, swollen and very responsive. Even the first gentle touch of fingers on my labia made me shiver all over with excitement. I know it wouldn’t take long for me to reach climax. But I would have to be quiet. I hoped Hannah would be too. And then I thought of something else. I wanted to do more than just masturbate. It would be risky, but I had to try.

I started by shifting even closer to her, pressing my small breasts against her arm. I nuzzled at her ear, licking softly, breathing inside. Hannah giggled. I licked her ear again. She giggled again. Then I whispered, “Is it okay if I … touch you? If I touch your boob?”

“Um,” she swallowed. “Well… okay…”

Very, very slowly I let my hand drift down across her chest. Her breasts were still so small that I couldn’t even feel where they began. But then my fingers encountered a nipple, a wide puffy nipple, and I heard her gasp.

I played with Hannah’s nipple, touching it oh so tenderly, barely grazing it with my fingertips, feeling it swell and stiffen. The knowledge of what I was doing made my clit grow hard too, until it was sticking out like a pencil eraser. I was right on the edge, my pussy throbbing, dripping, nerves tingling, breath coming fast.

“Hannah,” I whispered in her ear, “I’m gonna come.”

“Me too, in a… in a sec…”

“But, like, let’s try to be quiet, okay? So we don’t wake the kids.”

“Okay.”

We masturbated together for another half minute or so, with my fingers tickling her nipple and my tongue licking at her ear. Hannah made no move to touch me, except to place a hand on my leg that was over hers. She gently squeezed my thigh.

I felt the surge begin, a tidal wave that could not be resisted. I tried to tell her I was ready, moaning, “Hannah…” but by then it was too late. The huge wave crashed over me, through me, in me, making my body shake uncontrollably. I tried hard to stay quiet, and managed, mostly.

Hannah came a few seconds after I did. She was able to remain almost completely silent, although her slim form shuddered again and again, jolted by powerful orgasmic spasms. I wrapped my arms around her, squeezing her, loving the feel of a girl’s body in the middle of a climax.

After she finished, Hannah turned on her side toward me and we hugged, just held each other, relishing the warmth and closeness, the soothing glow of our fading orgasms. I kissed her neck, sucking a little bit, not hard enough to make a hickey but enough to make the girl moan. Hannah pushed a knee between my legs, then rolled me onto my back. She was on top of me.

Hannah kissed my mouth and gently humped my thigh. I put my hands on her bottom, feeling the tight firmness of her perfect butt, squeezing, pulling her against me. I could sense her body trembling. She was either very turned on, very nervous, or both.

Breaking the kiss, she put her lips by my ear and whispered, “Julie?”

“Yeah?”

“Um, not tonight, not now… but someday… maybe soon, would you fancy doing, you know, more than just kissing? With me?”

“Yeah, I would.” I stroked the girl’s smooth back under the covers, long and lean and warm. “I’d really like that, if you want to.”

“I do. But, um… I’ve never done anything before with anyone, except just kissing. I think you have, though, right?”

“Uh-huh,” I nodded, “a few times. It’s nice. You’ll like it.”

“Good. All right, we will then.”

She slid off me and turned onto her side, facing away, but pressing her bum against my hip. I turned toward her, wrapping my arms around my friend, spooning with the girl. I kissed the back of her neck once or twice, but neither of us said anything more that night. Soon we were asleep.

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