Juicy Secrets Forbidden Tales of Lesbian Love

By Naughty Mommy

Note to Readers: We’re finally resuming this story, but because it’s been over a year now since the most recent chapter (#14) was published, I’d like to suggest, as I did with Two Moms, that you go back and read at least three or four previous chapters leading up to this new one to remind yourself how we got to this point. Perhaps even better, you could start all over from the beginning, though of course that’s up to you. Either way, I hope you’ll like where we go from here!

We prepared and enjoyed a nice spaghetti dinner, with the adults and I drinking a couple of glasses of red wine, then had our ice cream, and then it was time to resume teaching the girls. Although the meal was very good, and the dessert even better, everyone seemed eager to return to the things we’d been doing earlier — if not more than that.

So, after Kay quickly loaded and started the dishwasher, we marched back upstairs to her bedroom, three women, a teenager, and four preteen girls, all gloriously naked.

I felt some urgency now because while we were cleaning up, Donna had informed us that she and her kids would have to leave in a couple of hours. Her husband had played golf that afternoon with his business partners and then went out to dinner with them. She said he probably would be home by around 10:00, if not before, and he didn’t like it if they weren’t there. Which meant we had no time to waste.

On the other hand, I wasn’t going to rush the instruction. We already had agreed that our lovely Saturday sessions would become a regular thing, occurring each weekend unless something else preempted it. There should be plenty of time over the weeks and months ahead to cover everything I intended my young students to learn, to see everything I wanted to see. I hoped my parents would understand, that my mom wouldn’t give me a hard time about spending all my Saturday nights sleeping over at Kay’s house. But that was something to worry about later. Right now I had a job to do.

As we entered the big bedroom, I’d told them not to get on the bed yet but to form a circle, standing in order of age. Addison was the youngest, at nine years old, then came Felicity, then Cherise, both ten, and then Heather, who was twelve. I was next, at sixteen, followed by Danielle, Kay, and finally Donna. I didn’t ask the women to reveal their ages, but I knew all three were in their thirties.

Anyway, we stood in our little circle there, and it was rather nice gazing around at the assortment of nude feminine bodies, some very young and some older, some taller or shorter, thinner or curvier, and so on. We even had blondes, brunettes, and redheads, a pleasing variety. And that was sort of the point, as I explained.

“Before dinner,” I began, “we took some time to carefully look at each other’s bodies. You saw then, and you can see now, how different everyone is. Each of us, each woman and each girl, has their own appearance, a unique shape, but they’re all beautiful in their own way. Right?”

No one said anything, but I got nods of agreement all around.

“Now I want you to look especially at their mouths, at their lips. Notice again how each person’s mouth has a slightly different shape. It might be a little wider or a little smaller, with the lips fuller or maybe not so full. You can see those differences if you look closely — and you can feel the differences too, when you kiss, which is what we’re going to do next.”

That brought smiles and a few giggles.

“We had some kissing lessons over the past few weeks with Cherise and Addison, and I think they’ve practiced quite a bit on their own in between, haven’t you?”

“Yeah, we have,” Addison nodded cheerfully. “I love kissing.”

Cherise grinned and squirmed, adding, “Me too.”

Looking at our newer students, Felicity and Heather, I said, “How about you two? Have you ever done any kissing like that, real kissing, I mean, with other girls? Or maybe with boys?”

Heather wrinkled her nose. “Eww, not with boys, no way.”

“Yeah, not with boys,” said her little sister.

“Well, with girls, then? Or with women?”

When I mentioned women, Heather immediately looked toward her mother, Donna. The girl blushed and licked her lips. “Umm, not with women,” she told us. “But I’ve, like, kissed other girls, y’know, at sleepovers and stuff. And me and Felicity, sometimes we do it too.”

“You kiss each other?” I inquired.

“Uh-huh,” said Heather.

With a shy smile, Felicity said, “I like kissing. It’s nice.”

I noticed Donna breathing hard as she listened to this, her large chest rising and falling. She flexed her fingers, apparently making an effort not to begin touching herself yet.

“Have you kissed any other girls,” I asked Felicity, “besides your sister?”

“Yeah. I mean, Addison and Cherise, both of them. And some of my other friends too, like Heather said, whenever we have sleepovers.”

“That’s good, so you both have some experience at it. Now I’d like us to do this exercise, though, to make sure you’ve learned everything you need to know about kissing.”

I rearranged the group, placing Heather and Felicity, the slender young blondes, side by side next to the bed, facing toward the rest of us. They made quite a pair, Felicity mostly flat-chested and still hairless, her sister with those alluring small round boobies and a bit of light-colored fuzz at her crotch. Seeing them like that made me want to play with myself too, but I resisted and went on with my teaching.

“Each of us will kiss the two of you, one at a time. When we do that, you should start by simply looking very very closely at the other person for several seconds, at their mouth and their lips. Do this like a meditation, trying to become one with your partner’s mouth, okay?”

The sisters nodded. They’d become familiar with these techniques, with the practice of mindfulness, through our yoga lessons.

“After you’ve reached a point of oneness,” I said, “you can close your eyes and kiss their lips. But take it slow. Keep your mouth closed at first, just lips on lips. Breathe and feel… breathe and feel. Then you can open your mouths and play with each other’s tongues. Try to notice the differences, how every woman or girl has her own style, her own taste and scent. They might even make little sounds when you’re kissing them. You never know what will happen.”

I paused briefly, providing an opportunity for feedback, and was pleased, though not surprised, that Donna expressed no reluctance at the prospect of kissing her daughters in what she had to know would be a highly sensual, perhaps even sexual way. So I forged ahead.

“We’ll go in order of age. Addison, you’ll be first, then Cherise, then me, and then the moms, with Donna at the end.”

Addison stepped up in front of Felicity. The naked girls, nine and ten years old, stood very close, almost nose to nose, gazing at one another’s mouths for a few seconds. Then they closed their eyes and began to kiss.

I heard a sigh from Donna, “Mmmm…” and glanced over at her. The woman had both hands between her legs, not fully masturbating, just massaging her vulva. Next to Donna, Kay was caressing her own breasts, fondling the stiff nipples. Danielle was the only one not touching herself yet. But she smiled and winked at me, licking her lips.

Returning my attention to the kids, I found Felicity and Addison deeply engaged in kissing. While giving instruction, I hadn’t said whether or not they were allowed to touch, so evidently they’d assumed they weren’t supposed to. The girls were, however, leaning against one another as they kissed and tongued, pressing their little chests together while their arms hung at their sides. It was an intensely erotic sight.

“Okay,” I told them after a minute or so, “that’s great, you guys. Excellent job. Addison, you can move to Heather now. And Cherise, you go to Felicity. But remember, meditate on their mouths first before you start to kiss.”

Soon we had two sets of young girls in front of us, eagerly kissing. Although I’m sure they tried their best to follow my directions, it was obviously difficult for them to hold back for long, to take it slowly. The delicious pleasure of feminine mouth on mouth with tongues playing was just too tempting.

And that was fine with me. I loved seeing them kiss and it was clear that their mothers did as well. I heard moans and sighs and murmurs of approval from all three women, and I could also smell their arousal. Both Kay and Donna were openly masturbating, fingers sliding through their juicy folds, while Danielle held her small tits in her hands, pinching and pulling those long brown nipples.

“All right, that’s good,” I said to the kids. My voice was shaky. I was totally turned on even though I hadn’t been touching myself. “I’ll kiss — um, I mean, I’ll start with Felicity, being one with her, and Cherise, you do the same with Heather.”

After wetly kissing two girls, Felicity was clearly warmed up. It was all she could do, I could tell, not to just grab me right away. To her credit, she made a good effort, getting her breathing somewhat under control while studying my lips and my mouth.

She was six years younger than me and about seven inches shorter. I smiled at the pretty blonde, waited a more few seconds, then slowly bent down, bringing my face close. But just before my lips met hers, I had an instant of realization, a moment of clarity, seeing exactly what was taking place.

I was about to kiss a young nude girl, a fourth grader — and I was doing this in front of the child’s mother, with her permission and her encouragement! The woman had asked me to do this. She wanted me to kiss her daughter, to make love with her, to fuck the little girl while she watched!! How did I ever get so lucky?

That moment of lucid thought quickly vanished when I felt Felicity’s lips on mine. Oh my god, so unbelievably wonderful. Pre-teen girls may not be the most expert at kissing, but they’re just so soft, so tender and fresh. I adore kissing them.

The only real problem was our height difference. I’d wanted to rub my chest on Felicity’s the way we’d seen the girls doing before, but since I had to bend over a bit to kiss her, it didn’t quite work. This did, however, give me another idea.

When Felicity and I finished, and when Cherise and Heather were done, I said, “You know what? It might be better, I think, if we have you guys, Heather and Felicity, get on the bed now, okay? That’s right, all the way up there… and lie down on your backs. Good, perfect. Because, you know, since the adults are taller, it’ll be easier like this.”

Obviously, of course, it not only would be easier, but sexier too!

I crawled onto the bed, lying on top of Heather. After hesitating briefly, Danielle followed my lead, lying fully on top of little Felicity. I smiled at the woman, and said, “Okay, let’s start.”

Heather looked into my eyes, then down at my mouth and my lips. She swallowed, licked her own lips, then closed her eyes. I gently lowered my mouth to hers and we kissed.

Technically, I suppose, we weren’t touching — that is, we weren’t using our hands, though our bodies were in delicious contact. I rubbed my chest against the girl’s as our tongues played together. Next to me, I could hear Danielle moaning while Felicity made little whimpering sounds. But I didn’t open my eyes to see what they were doing, just concentrated on the spectacular pleasure of kissing a naked twelve-year-old.

Finally, after I’m not sure how long, I summoned enough discipline to stop, to take my mouth from Heather’s, ending our deep wet kiss.

“All right, uh,” I panted, getting to my feet, “now the next two pairs… Danielle and Heather, and, um, Kay and Felicity.”

Before she could get on the bed, Kay had to remove her fingers from her cunt. She’d been fucking herself, and as she raised her right hand to her mouth, we all could see how wet and gooey her fingers were. Kay sucked and licked them, grinning at us, then climbed on top of Felicity.

Donna was masturbating as well, but just rubbing her clit with one hand while holding a tit in the other, squeezing the nipple. “This is really great,” she whispered to me, hoarsely. “I’m so glad you talked me into it.”

I patted her shoulder. “I am too.”

On the bed, the women were kissing the two young girls. Close to them, one on either side, knelt Addison and Cherise. I hadn’t told them to get up there, but they had. The kids were leaning in close to their moms, watching them kiss their friends.

Danielle, I noticed, wasn’t moving her body very much, keeping her focus mainly on kissing. With Kay, however, it was quite a different story. She was not only rubbing her breasts and nipples on Felicity’s chest, but humping her leg at the same time. Although I couldn’t see it from where I stood, I was sure the child’s thigh must be coated with Kay’s pussy goo by now.

After watching for a half-minute or so, I told them it was time to switch again. Kay, breathing heavily, moved over to Heather, with Addison following her across, while Donna got in place on top of Felicity, her youngest daughter. Danielle came to stand beside me, taking my hand in hers and squeezing it. On Danielle’s other side, Cherise stood close, clutching her mother’s arm.

“Remember, take it slow,” I said, trying to get in at least a bit of instruction, “do your meditation, becoming one, before you start kissing.”

Maybe they did that, and maybe they didn’t, although it really didn’t matter much. Just as I’d reminded myself more than once that teaching yoga had to be my highest priority during our Tuesday and Thursday classes, here our true aim was sex and physical pleasure with teaching only secondary to that.

It didn’t take long. Soon the women were kissing the girls like crazy, sucking at their lips and shoving their tongues inside those sweet young mouths. Again, Kay was eagerly humping, this time on Heather’s leg, while Donna was doing the same thing with Felicity.

Oh my god, that was so amazing — to see a mom kissing her little girl that way and humping the child, obviously so full of desire. Could this lead to something more, maybe to them going all the way? I hoped it would!

I brought my free hand to my crotch, rubbing my clit. Then I saw that Addison was masturbating too, tickling her pussy as she knelt on the bed and watched. She was huffing and puffing, her face turning red. It looked like she was almost ready to come.

Donna and Kay were moving faster now, sliding their wet pussies up and down on the girls’ thighs, and even with their mouths still engaged in kissing I could hear them groaning passionately. Would they reach climax?

It turned out they didn’t — but Addison certainly did, and in fact that was what broke the spell.

When the nine-year-old came, squealing loudly then flopping down on her side with both hands clamped between her legs, this got the attention of the women. Their kissing and humping ended, and it was time for Donna to move to Heather.

Kay slid off the bed somewhat shakily and immediately sat in a chair, wiping sweat from her brow, trying to catch her breath. Addison remained curled in a fetal position, her eyes tightly shut, body still shuddering occasionally.

Before leaving Felicity, Donna gently kissed her lips one more time, murmuring, “I love you, sweetie.”

“I love you too, Mom.”

As Donna shifted over, Felicity turned onto her side, facing her big sister and her mother, watching as they nuzzled their noses, then began to kiss.

I was watching too, of course, and playing with myself, massaging my clit. It was a deliciously erotic sight, and what made it even more exciting was when we saw Donna reach down for a moment to tug Heather’s legs apart then settle herself in between them. Now when the woman resumed grinding, it was no longer on the the girl’s thigh but pussy to pussy, like she was fucking her!

I felt a warm hand on my arm, heard a quiet but urgent voice in my ear. It was Kay, standing close beside me.

“This is so incredibly hot,” she said. “Could I, um, do that with Addison next?”

After turning and gazing at the woman for a moment, I said, “But I thought you didn’t want to have sex with her, with your own child.”

Kay shook her head. “That’s not sex. It’s just kissing.”

I nodded, giving her a wry smile. “Uh-huh…”

The wet kissing and energetic grinding continued. Felicity was wide-eyed, her mouth hanging open as she watched the frenzied action between her mom and her sister. I chose to let these two go on a little longer than the others had in hopes that their coupling might end in an orgasm.

Alas, it didn’t. Donna maintained her frantic pace for a while, then gradually slowed down until she was nearly still. She took her mouth from Heather’s, saying to the girl, “I love you, honey.”

“I love you, Mommy.”

There was, of course, one last pairing I wanted to see.

When Donna started climbing off the bed, I said to the blonde sisters, “Okay, so, tell us what it was like. When you were kissing all these different people, did you notice how their lips and mouths were different, how each person felt unique?”

Heather pushed herself up partway, leaning on her elbows. She smiled and shrugged. “Well, sort of. Except sometimes I got, you know, just too involved to really think about stuff like that.”

“Yeah, me too,” agreed Felicity, blushing. “But I liked doing it.”

“That’s fine. I mean, it’s no problem if all those feelings got you kind of carried away. It’s understandable. Anyway, before we go on to the next thing, let’s have the two of you show us what you’ve learned by kissing each other now.”

The girls grinned at one another, giggling.

This gave me the chance to turn to Kay, and say quietly, “Next week, if you’re still up for it, we’ll do what you wanted to do. But tonight, before Donna has to leave, there’s some other stuff first, all right?”

“Sure, of course,” she nodded. “Anything you say is fine.”

Hmm, I wondered, anything, really? Probably not, but it sure was nice to think about.

Meanwhile Felicity and Heather had arranged themselves on the rumpled bed with the older girl on top. Addison was just behind them, sitting cross-legged, while their mother, it turned out, had never left the bed and was leaning in close to watch her daughters kiss.

“Yes, yes, yes,” Donna whispered. She licked her lips hungrily, almost as if she was the one doing the kissing, which of course she had been just a few minutes earlier.

The rest of us, Danielle and Cherise, Kay and I, moved as near as we could but remained standing. I was rubbing myself, stroking my clit, and Kay was masturbating too. Danielle still held Cherise’s hand, but the other was at her own breasts, pulling and twisting her erect nipples.

Then I had an idea, an extremely dirty one.

Quickly I crawled onto the bed, moving down by Heather’s feet. On hands and knees I leaned in, my face low, getting a very good view. Oh my god, so hot! I couldn’t see the sisters’ mouths from there so I couldn’t watch them kissing — but I could see their perfect little girl pussies.

Heather had her knees pulled up, legs spread apart, while Felicity’s slender legs were open very wide, her thighs outside her sister’s knees. This meant I could look right inside both girls! I could see absolutely everything.

Heather’s vagina gaped open. She was very wet, shiny and pink, practically dripping. Then I looked at Felicity. I could easily see her sweet little vagina and I also could see an intact hymen, something Heather didn’t have.

I rubbed myself faster as I stared at the sisters, studying their pussies. I could feel that exquisite tension mount within me, higher and higher, until I was almost ready to come.

Just then I heard Donna grunting loudly. I glanced up for a second to see that she was climaxing. And when I thought about that, when I realized that I was watching a mom masturbate to orgasm right in front of her young daughters, that pushed me over the top. I came very hard.

On to Chapter 16!

By Naughty Mommy

That had to be the best day ever. Talk about great! I mean, it starts off in the morning with the wedding, a bikini wedding right on the beach with my mom getting married to my girlfriend’s mom, a totally happy event for everyone, and sexy too. Not to mention it’s New Year’s Eve — time for fireworks!

Next comes their honeymoon with me and Jess invited along to be part of it. We take a boat and end up at this really cool house high on a cliff on a little island, where after dinner that night we’re all four naked on a bed, having sex with each other. I’m fucking my mom with my fingers, actually fucking my own mom! I’m sucking on her nipple at the same time, which I love doing, and pretty soon my mother has this absolutely huge orgasm. So awesome!

Plus, at the same time as that, right next to us Jessica and her mom are eating each other’s pussies in a 69. I couldn’t see much of it since I was kind of busy, but I sure could hear when they both came — which happened to be almost exactly when my mom did! Can you imagine anything better? What an amazing day!

Then, before I could think about anything else, Mom suddenly pushed me over on my back, holding my legs wide apart and staring at my crotch. She was breathing hard and licking her lips, and she had this crazed look on her face like she was possessed by a demon or something. I knew it was really only because she was so turned on, so I wasn’t scared of her or anything, but still it took my breath away.

Without saying a word, she sort of growled then put her mouth between my legs and started licking me. Oh my god, it was happening! My own mom was licking my pussy!!

 

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Karen lost count of her orgasms. Or perhaps more accurately, they all seemed to blend together, as if she was enjoying a continuous climax that lasted for fifteen or twenty minutes.

She kept coming over and over as she ground her cunt into her daughter’s mouth while at the same time finger-fucking the girl and sucking her little clit. She was sure Jessica had also come at least one more time after her first and she was hoping she could bring her to another. That might not happen, but it didn’t really matter. The important thing was they were pleasuring one another, kissing and licking and sucking and fucking, mother and daughter happily making love.

For the child, it most definitely was a happy time. She lay on her back with her mom on top of her, so nice and warm and comforting, her soft body scented with perfume and sex. Jessica felt a hot tongue licking her and could feel a finger, her mom’s finger, deep inside her pussy. She opened her legs wide and arched her pelvis, trying to push herself still closer.

When Karen came again, Jess swallowed and sucked some more, her mouth filled to overflowing with juices from her mother’s tasty cunt. With both hands she gripped the woman’s butt, pulling her in even tighter. It was just so perfect, everything a girl could ever want.

 

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Nora knew she was out of control, but she couldn’t help it. This was the fulfillment of all her dreams, all her hottest, most forbidden fantasies. She was eating the pussy of a twelve-year-old girl — her own daughter! — licking and sucking that sweet, smooth, hairless pussy, and relishing every second of it.

More than relishing, she was ravaging, shoving her face as hard as she could into Lia’s crotch, tongue-fucking the girl with her mouth wide open, repeatedly spearing inside her. Clearly this wasn’t the most delicate or sensitive or skillful lovemaking she could manage, and she was aware, distantly, that it probably would not bring her daughter the kind of pleasure she deserved. Finally, after a few minutes of carnal chaos, Nora succeeded in calming herself down just a bit, at least enough so she could think rationally.

Drawing away for a moment and trying to catch her breath, but with her heart still furiously pounding, lust raging, she wiped her mouth and chin, then shifted her focus from Lia’s pink vagina, as tasty and tempting as that was, up to her clit. And, oh my, how truly beautiful it was.

As Nora spread the puffy labia with both thumbs, she found the child’s clit standing proudly erect, a swollen bud that seemed to beg for her mother’s attention. She’d seen Lia up close like this many times before and had always treasured the sight. Now, tonight, she would do more than just look.

Hungrily, but with some restraint, Nora lowered her mouth to the girl’s vulva. She kissed and tongued the tender clit, feeling Lia jerk beneath her, hearing gasps and moans. Summoning all her willpower, she forced herself to take things at a slower pace, not overdoing it, letting her daughter’s arousal build steadily. 

With this improved approach, it didn’t take long. In only two or three minutes, Lia began showing signs of getting close. She was trembling and panting, and Nora thought she heard her murmuring, “Mom, Mom…”

 

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“Mom, Mom, Mom…” That was all I could say, over and over.

My whole body was on fire. I was shaking and sweating as if I had a fever. I did have a fever, but not from being sick. This was a sexual fever. I was almost ready to climax with my mother licking my pussy.

All those times I’d imagined this… the many, many nights I’d masturbated in my bed while dreaming of my mom’s tongue between my legs or my face between hers… and now at last it was real. She was actually doing it, and I was just about to come in her mouth.

Yes! I was gonna come in my mother’s mouth! I was — I was —

And then I did.

Oh. My. God.

I couldn’t believe how hard I came. My body practically jumped right off the bed. I was screaming out loud, bouncing up and down. I’m surprised I didn’t pull a muscle or something. Somehow Mom held a tight grip and managed to keep her mouth over my pussy even while I was thrashing around. She kept sucking and I kept coming, all these huge eruptions again and again and again.

As much as I loved sex with Jessica, it had never been quite like that for me before. I guess the secret must be this: if a girl wants to have the best possible orgasm, make sure it’s your mom eating you.

 

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Now there was another thing she had to do.

When Lia finally seemed to settle down a bit, following that wonderfully volcanic climax, Nora crawled atop the child. She lay on her and kissed her mouth, swirling her tongue inside, sharing the delicious juices from the girl’s pussy.

But this wasn’t the thing she had to do. Their sweet, loving kiss lasted perhaps half a minute, until Nora’s patience gave out. She needed something else, something more. Getting to her knees, she straddled Lia, sitting on her chest, and took her head in both hands.

“I need you to lick me, baby girl,” Nora said in a throaty voice as she gazed into her eyes. “I need you to lick my pussy.”

Without waiting for a response, she brought her steaming cunt to Lia’s face, pressing it into her mouth. And as she felt her daughter’s warm tongue beginning to lick, probing within her slippery folds, seeking her center, Nora groaned with profound satisfaction.

What a feeling! Love and lust, pleasure and passion, affection and desire, all blending together in the ultimate expression of mother-daughter intimacy. Never, not even with Karen, had she experienced so much emotional joy combined with such erotic intensity. This was the peak, the culmination, the highest pinnacle of her life. It was everything she wanted or could ever hope for.

Then, almost before she knew it, certainly before Lia had been able to do very much in the way of stimulating her, Nora sensed a climax rapidly surging up from inside. She couldn’t stop it from coming, nor did she want to, not in the least.

Holding Lia’s head in her hands and looking down into her eyes, Nora humped the girl’s mouth, fucking her daughter’s face, soon bursting into a powerful gushing orgasm.

 

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We rested for a while then. I really needed to, since like I said I just about strained every muscle in my body when I came so hard in my mother’s mouth. I didn’t have to do a lot after that when she was sitting on my face — although I tried to move my tongue around some, and loved doing it — because she mostly did it all herself, fucking my mouth like mad until she came on me.

So now I was resting.

Karen and Jess looked like they were pretty worn out too after eating each other’s pussies for such a long time. They were lying near us with their eyes closed, holding hands, both panting and sometimes licking their lips, still tasting the good stuff I guess.

I’d managed to push myself up after a couple minutes, except I was lightheaded, a little dizzy. My mom was the only one who seemed fine, happy and smiling, almost jolly.

As soon as I sat up, she leaned over and gave me this loud smacking kiss on the lips. “Mmm, I love you, darling,” she grinned.

“I love you too,” I said, returning the smile.

Seeing Mom so happy made me feel great, gave me some energy back. And I also liked looking at her body. She was on her knees, sort of swaying back and forth, like she was dancing or something. Her boobs jiggled, big nipples sticking way out. Yummy!

“You know what?”

That was Karen’s voice. She was still lying on her back, but looking up at me.

“What?” I replied.

“I want to lick you.”

“You do?”

“Yes. Oh my god, Lia, I want to lick you so bad. But we can wait if you’re not ready yet.”

“No. I mean, yeah, I am. I’m ready now, I think.”

Although I definitely was tired, it was exciting to think about the sexy Karen — my new mom! — licking my pussy. That got me ready in a hurry.

“Ooh, and while you two do that…”

My other mom, my original one, was crawling on her hands and knees across the king-size bed toward Jess, who giggled cheerfully and spread her legs open.

So then we spent a while longer, a few more hours, having a really great time, all four of us making love. First it was our moms eating us, their new daughters, and they made both of us come pretty fast. After that we got into this daisy-chain, with me licking Karen, Karen licking Jess, Jess licking my mom (my real mom), and my mother licking me. Although we didn’t all come at the exact same time, which probably would have been impossible, everybody did have at least one orgasm, and Karen of course had a lot more than one. By the time we finished doing that, my face was a dripping mess, gooey with all her pussy juice.

But we still weren’t finished. We switched around some more, trading partners, sometimes licking, sometimes fingering, maybe sucking tits, or maybe masturbating, or all together in some wild combination. When it finally moved toward the end of that amazing night, when it got so late that I was starting to yawn, the last thing we did was one of the first things we’d talked about.

Our moms fucked us.

 

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As she had promised she would do several hours earlier, Nora mounted her daughter, carefully positioning herself, using her fingers to align their pussies so their labia would mesh and their clits nearly meet. Slowly she began to move on top of Lia, fucking her.

Karen was less precise about it, simply holding Jessica’s legs wide open, then dropping her cunt onto the child’s mound and quickly starting to hump.

Nora and Karen, the newlyweds, were facing toward one another, the kids almost head to head. That was so the pair could watch each other, both eager to see a mom fucking her daughter. This visual stimulus made it even more arousing, though the physical sensation of hot pussy on hot pussy was plenty to get them revved up.

For the girls, simply the idea of being fucked by their mothers was a huge turn-on. They’d talked about it together and masturbated about it many times. And now that it was actually happening, now that they could feel that slippery cunt thrusting against theirs, it didn’t take long until both were ready to come.

Nora looked down at Lia. The slender child was gasping, wincing, her pretty face and her flat chest flushed red.

“You gonna come, little girl?” said Nora. “Are you gonna come with Mommy fucking your pussy?”

“Uh-huh, uh-huh,” Lia squeaked.

“Yeah, I’m fucking you!” cried Karen. “Fucking your little fucking pussy!!”

“Mom, I — I —” and suddenly Jessica climaxed. Karen came too, at nearly the same instant, on top of the girl.

Lia followed a few seconds later. She couldn’t say anything coherent, had no breath to speak, merely grunted and groaned as she climaxed beneath her mother.

And that was enough for Nora, enough to send her over the top as well. But she wanted to say the words. Gritting her teeth, she managed to choke out, “Mommy’s fucking you!! I’m gonna fuck you and come on you!!”

Then the woman shuddered in ecstasy, her flowing juices mixing with her daughter’s as they shared a simultaneous incestuous orgasm.

 

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We’d opened the bed and were under the covers, all four of us together, still naked and sweaty, with everyone smelling like sex. Jess and I were in the middle, our moms on either side. Now we were waiting.

Karen had looked at her watch a couple minutes earlier. She’d said, “Know what, guys? Only two more minutes until the New Year!”

So we counted it down, and then it was time: “FIVE – FOUR – THREE – TWO – ONE! HAPPY NEW YEAR!!”

We kissed and hugged, wishing each other happiness, which of course I knew we’d have for sure, and us girls congratulated our two moms on being married. Then we all kissed some more and said how much we loved each other. It might’ve seemed like a good time for sex, except by then we were totally done, wiped out after hours and hours of coming again and again.

We settled in, snuggling up together, getting ready to fall asleep. But then I thought of something else, one more thing I wanted to do. We’d already kind of gone around in order, one after the other, looking into each other’s eyes, kissing and saying, “I love you.”

That was nice. It was really great. I was part of a family, a wonderful family where everyone truly loved each other, and where we all made love too. I was a very lucky girl.

Anyway, there was that one last thing. After we’d finished kissing and saying our I-love-you’s and then got snuggled in, I suddenly had this idea. So I shoved the sheets away and got down between my mother’s legs, pushing them apart.

I leaned in very close to her cunt. It was damp and fragrant. After studying her for a moment, I said, with all my heart, “I love you,” then brought my lips to her pussy lips and kissed her. 

THE END

By Naughty Mommy

I guess maybe we put on too good of a show or something.

Because just as I was getting ready to actually start eating Jessica, to fuck my girlfriend/sister with my tongue and make her come in my mouth, I found that our moms weren’t watching any more. They had been, I knew that for sure, but now they were slumped down on the bed, one on either side of us.

Both had their hands clamped between their legs and their eyes were squeezed tightly shut. Obviously they were climaxing.

“Look, Jess,” I said.

“I know.” She’d propped herself up on her elbows and was smiling at what she saw.

“Should I wait till they finish?”

“Yeah, I guess so. Cuz they said they wanted to watch us.”

“Okay.”

It didn’t take too long. After a minute or so, they’d both cooled off some and were sitting up, grinning as they pushed their sweaty hair away from their faces. It looked like they were ready now to enjoy the rest of our sexhibition.

I’d had a quick taste of Jessica’s pussy before the delay, just beginning to push my tongue inside her, and I was definitely hungry for more. First, however, to get our moms in the right mood again, I said, “You wanna see me fuck her with my tongue? Make her come in my mouth?”

“God, Lia,” Jess giggled.

Saying stuff like that got me so excited, almost as much as actually doing all the things I talked about. And I was feeling really brave that night, like there was nothing I couldn’t say or do. There were no limits. 

“I’m gonna fuck her pussy with my tongue while you watch, okay?”

As I was saying this, I spread her labia apart with my fingers again, giving both of our moms a great look at Jessica’s gooey pink vagina. I saw Karen licking her lips, while my own mother sort of shivered, then took her boobs in her hands, pinching the nipples.

My heart was pounding and I was breathing fast. I was totally pumped up because of what all this meant. Not only was I having sex with Jess right in front of her mom and my mom, but then after that we would all have sex together! It really was happening!!

 

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For Nora, it seemed this had to be a dream, as if it couldn’t possibly be real. But it was. It really was happening, right in front of her eyes.

She was watching a pair of barely pubescent girls, only twelve years old, have blazing hot sex. Better still, these beautiful young girls were her own daughters — and best of all, soon she would be fucking them herself! It was every raw fantasy she had ever imagined, all her darkest, dirtiest desires, and now they were coming true.

As she took in the incredible sight of Lia placing her mouth over Jessica’s pussy then shoving her tongue up inside the girl, Nora played with her erect nipples, pulling and twisting them. She recalled their joy and pleasure from the night before, when she’d masturbated with Lia sucking her tits. And this evening they would do so much more. They would do everything.

Hearing a sudden loud groan, Nora glanced over at Karen, who was climaxing again, naturally. It was astonishing how many orgasms that woman could have, never seeming to exhaust herself. Without even waiting for her to finish, Nora leaned across Lia’s outstretched legs and took Karen’s face in her hands, wetly kissing her mouth.

“I love you,” she told her wife. “I love you so much.”

“I — love — you — too,” Karen gasped between spasms.

Then she heard another climax. This time it was Jessica, the diminutive child who looked more like an eight-year-old than an adolescent, except, that is, for her little boobies and that dark fur around her pussy. Nora watched as Jessica’s small body jolted and shook, her hands tightly holding Lia’s head, pulling her face into her crotch. 

Two stimulating orgasms taking place at nearly the same time in front of her — mother and daughter, no less. The sight made Nora want to come as well, but she knew it was still too soon for her. Unlike Karen, she would need to wait a little while, at least several more minutes until she would be ready once again.

In the meantime, she played with her breasts, licking her fingers and rubbing them over the tips of her nipples. This created a delicious tingling sensation between her legs, a swirling, growing pulse in her center. Maybe she wouldn’t have to wait so long after all.

 

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God, I wish it was my tongue in there, thought Karen. Why did I make that dumb suggestion for us just to watch the girls? I need to eat Jessica, taste my daughter’s pussy, and beautiful Lia’s too. I want to do everything with them, not have to wait any longer.

But, no, I really should try my best to be patient and not rush things. There’s really no hurry, we have all night. In fact, we have all the rest of our lives. Now that we’re starting this, there’s no reason we should ever stop. For years and years to come I’ll be having sex with Nora and Lia and Jess. We could be permanent lovers, the four of us, eating and fingering and fucking any time we feel like it and as often as we want.

As she pictured the years ahead — seeing the girls in high school, possibly bringing home some of their cute friends to join the fun, then maturing into grown women, but through all that time, with all those changes, having sex day and night with her daughters and with Nora, never ever stopping — Karen felt another orgasm fast approaching.

She’d never actually ceased from rubbing herself, even while she was coming and Nora was kissing her. And as she saw what Lia was doing next, saw her climbing on top of Jessica, raising one leg and straddling her, and then when Jessica turned her head toward Karen, catching her eye and licking her lips in an obvious provocative gesture aimed at her own mother, Karen erupted once again into another glorious climax.

 

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Where did the girls learn these things? They were still so young, just children, really, yet somehow they knew all about finger-fucking and tongue-fucking and more. Now, it appeared, Lia was getting set to trib with Jess, scissoring pussy to pussy with her. Where did they learn such things?

Nora already knew the answer, of course, or at least most of it. Jessica had seen it all for years at home, observing her mother have sex with other women since she was a toddler. And Lia had been there too in recent months, as Nora was well aware, watching and learning. Plus of course there was the Internet. There certainly was no shortage of lesbian porn for them to take in and try to emulate.

In any case, no matter where or when or how the kids had learned all this, Nora was thrilled that she could watch them act it out for her and Karen, engaging in hot underage sex to please them. Seeing this, and thinking about the things she was seeing, made her clit throb. With one hand still on her breast, squeezing and pulling the nipple, she slid the other down between her legs, starting to masturbate again.

And while she was just starting, Karen was finishing, or maybe continuing. Nora heard her cry out and saw her bend at the waist, supporting herself with one arm on the bed while two fingers pistoned in and out of her cunt. Gooey strands of liquid dripped from her fingers, staining the bedspread below. It was a breathtaking sight. Nora rubbed her clit with greater urgency.

Then something else happened. Lia had already begun tribbing with Jessica, bringing their sweet juicy pussies together, sliding up and down. And Nora could see the effect this was having, the arousal of the girls mounting toward a peak surprisingly fast, much more quickly than she’d expected. They were both moaning and panting, their faces turning red, bodies working in rhythm, smooth skin glowing with perspiration. Could they climax together, reaching orgasm at the same time? Or would one of them get there first?

Either way, Nora wanted to come too, so she dropped her other hand to her crotch, shoving a finger inside her slippery wet vagina, fucking herself. Damn, this was so great. There was sizzling sex all around — the kids tribbing, Karen coming again and again, her senses overloaded with sights and sounds and enticing scents of feminine arousal.

At that moment, Lia turned to look at her. Their eyes locked. Without ever stopping her movements, that gentle insistent thrust of pussy against pussy, Lia said, “Are you gonna fuck me tonight, Mom? Are you gonna fuck me like this?”

Oh my god! It was all Nora could do to keep from instantly climaxing when she heard those words. Somehow she staved it off long enough to make a reply. Gritting her teeth, she hissed, “Yes, baby girl, Mommy’s gonna fuck you tonight! Mommy’s gonna fuck your little pussy so hard! I’m gonna fuck you and come on you!!”

And with that, there was no holding back. Nora came explosively, losing her breath and nearly passing out from the searing, overwhelming erotic passion.

 

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When I said that to my mom, and after the super sexy things she said to me, and then when I saw her climaxing so hard, I really wanted to come too at the same time as her — except I wasn’t quite ready yet.

Jess was though. We’d done this a lot of times before, tribbing I mean, and we knew how to make it work for us. Usually it would be with her on top and then she’d just hump her pussy against mine, faster and faster until we both came, which I loved. But when I was on top, I’d do this kind of scissoring thing with her, holding one leg up high and really spreading her wide open. That drove Jess nearly insane, because she said it was like she could actually feel my clit going inside her. I doubt if that really happened, but as long as it turned her on so much and made her come, that was fine with me.

So I rubbed on her that way while my mother and her mother, both our moms, were coming beside us. Pretty soon Jess started squealing and I knew exactly what that meant. It meant she was right on the edge. Any second now she would hold her breath and then BOOM — my girlfriend would come. My sister would come while I was fucking her.

She did come, and wow, this had to be one of the best ever. I couldn’t believe how gooey she got, even for her. That made it nice and slippery, all smooth and hot for my pussy rubbing against hers and then it really wasn’t very long, only about another thirty seconds, until I got there too. Yes!!

 

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Tears of joy. Tears of love, of passion, of incestuous lust. Whatever the cause or explanation might be, all Karen knew is that she had been crying more over the past several weeks than at any time in her adult life.

She lay in a fetal position on the king-sized bed, on her side with both hands clamped firmly between her legs as powerful spasms of pleasure coursed through her body. And even with this orgasm, her latest one, still ongoing, the tears began to flow. Karen sobbed with love, with happiness, and with sexual satisfaction all mixed together.

Finally, when she began to calm down once more, as her climax and her whimpering both subsided, she was able to withdraw a hand from her crotch and bring her fingers to her mouth, savoring the salty, spicy flavor of her cunt. She wanted to open her eyes but wasn’t quite ready yet. It was enough to just lie quietly a while longer, tasting herself, enjoying that warm, wonderful, post-orgasmic glow.

At last Karen pushed herself up, blinking in the semi-darkness of the room. They’d left a single lamp on beside the bed, on its lowest setting. It cast a soft light on the scene she now beheld… a beautiful woman and a pair of young girls lying naked on the bed, their limbs flung out, arms and legs crossing haphazardly… she could easily spot telltale glints of moisture between their legs, gooey wetness beading on the curly pubic hair of Nora and Jessica, gleaming on Lia’s smooth bald mound.

Seeing this made Karen want to come again and automatically she began to rub her clit — but then stopped herself. No more masturbation, or at least not until later on. Her next orgasm would come from the hand or mouth of someone else.

She saw Jessica take in a deep breath, then slowly let it out. The girl opened her eyes and they looked at one another.

“Hi, Mom.”

“Hi, honey.” After licking her lips, Karen asked, “Did you hear what Nora, er, your other mom, said earlier? That she was going to fuck Lia tonight?”

“Uh-huh, yeah,” Jess nodded. “And are you gonna fuck me too?”

“Yes, absolutely, I’d love to. Except first, my god, I just have to lick your little pussy. Would you like that?”

“Sure. But um… then after, can I lick you?”

Karen grinned, cocking an eyebrow. “How about if we do it this way?” Then she arranged herself on hands and knees over her daughter, in a 69 position.

 

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I was lying on my back with my eyes closed when I got jostled a little bit. Turning my head to look, I saw that Jessica’s mom (my new mom) was getting on top of her. They were gonna lick each other’s pussies. So nice!

From the other direction, I heard a voice. “Can I kiss you, Lia?” And I felt my mother’s warm hand caressing my cheek. I turned back that way and saw her lovely face, her smile. “I want to kiss you, darling, and make love with you.”

I shifted onto my side, into her waiting arms. She and I kissed, deeply, wetly, the way only lovers will do. It was wonderful, heavenly, so romantic and arousing all at once. I truly adore kissing, almost as much as I like doing all the rest of it, you know, having sex. Kissing is just so special. And with my own mom it’s the best ever!

But kissing wasn’t the only thing we did, of course. We were touching each other’s boobs too. Well, I was caressing hers and playing with them while she fondled my nipples, since I didn’t really have any boobs yet. Then, as we continued with that long intimate kiss, our hands soon slid down between one another’s legs. We never said anything about this, it just seemed to happen naturally.

I could feel my mother’s hand on my pussy, where I’d never felt it before. Yes! Play with me, Mom, play with my pussy and make me come!

At the same time, my fingers were inching lower, over her trimmed pubic hair, finding her labia. Her sex felt hot and slippery. She was extremely wet. Except… I wasn’t quite sure what to do next. The only person I’d ever touched like that, besides myself, was Jess, and she was just a kid. Was it different with a woman? What if I did it wrong?

I guess my mom must have noticed my hesitation, because she took my hand in hers and pressed it firmly against her pussy lips. Breaking our kiss for a second, she said, “Fuck me with your fingers, baby girl. Fuck Mommy’s cunt!”

So, that’s what I did. After feeling around a little, I pushed first one, then two, then three fingers inside my mother’s vagina. There was a lot more room inside there than in Jessica’s or mine. It didn’t feel as tight, but it did feel deliciously soft and warm and squishy. I loved fucking her.

We kissed some more as we played with each other. Mom was rubbing my clit now with her thumb while her fingers sort of teased around the opening to my pussy. We were both breathing really hard. Then she whispered, “Suck my tit, sweetie, okay? Suck my nipples.”

No problem, I would be happy to! I dropped my face to her chest and took a big nipple into my mouth while I kept my fingers moving inside her, fucking my mom.

 

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Ahh, god… all those many years she’d let slip away. Why, Karen wondered, hadn’t she done this much earlier, starting when her daughter was maybe seven or eight instead of waiting until she was twelve?

Anyway, now it was happening, at last. She gazed at the little pussy in front of her face. So perfect, so tempting. How could she possibly have resisted for this long?

Just before beginning, she dipped her head and peered upside down between her own legs. “Are you ready?” she asked Jessica. “You wanna lick me, make me come in your mouth?”

“Uh-huh, I’m ready, Mom. Totally ready!”

Stifling a giggle, Karen said, “All right,” as she settled her crotch over her daughter’s cute face. She knew it likely would take almost no time for her to reach climax, whether or not Jess showed any talent for cunnilingus. The idea of what they were doing already had her right on the edge. Then she felt the girl’s hands grab her butt cheeks, pulling her in closer, lips and tongue eagerly attacking her sex.

Taking a deep breath, doing her best to keep that impending orgasm at bay for maybe a minute or two, Karen lowered her mouth to Jessica’s clit, kissing and licking and sucking.

 

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This was embarrassing. Nora was supposed to be the adult, presumably more skilled at lovemaking and possessing greater self-control. Yet as she felt Lia’s mouth tugging at her nipple, and her daughter’s fingers — my god, three fingers! — sliding deep inside her cunt, she realized it was hopeless. There was no way she could ever hold back, certainly not long enough to bring Lia to climax before her or along with her. That wasn’t going to happen.

So she surrendered. Nora closed her eyes and laid her head down, resting it on the bed. Her hand was still between Lia’s legs, caressing her wonderfully smooth, hairless pussy, but she made no attempt to rush her actions. There would be plenty of time for everything, no hurry. Instead, she simply gave in to the marvelous sensations swirling up from her center.

 

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It happened a lot faster than I thought. Almost as soon as I started sucking my mom’s nipple, she suddenly got all shaky and jittery, making these little moaning sounds. I figured that meant she was gonna come pretty soon, and I was right.

What was unbelievably awesome, though, was what it felt like when she came — what it felt like on my fingers, I mean, inside her. They just got squeezed down so tight, over and over again. I’d sort of felt something like that when I would be fucking Jess and she had an orgasm, but that was with only one finger and it wasn’t nearly as strong.

Mom made a lot of noise too when she came, and that was really exciting. I kept sucking on her nipple the whole time. I didn’t stop, because I wanted to make her come again if I could, or at least make this one last as long as possible.

 

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She’d done it. Somehow she’d done it.

Somehow Karen had managed to delay her own climax as she concentrated on licking her daughter’s beautiful pink nub, her little clit. She’d hoped it wouldn’t take too long, since she was rather expert at doing this — and within only a few minutes was rewarded when she heard Jessica start to squeal and then felt the child’s small body tense beneath her.

Soon she could let go, any second now. And then the moment arrived. When Jess shuddered all over and cried out in passion, Karen ground her cunt into her daughter’s face, humping her mouth. After several quick thrusts the woman exploded into orgasm.

Continue on to Chapter 25!

By Naughty Mommy

What a fun wedding!

It was kind of wild to put on bathing suits instead of fancy dresses and then head for the beach instead of to a church or something. But it was a beautiful wedding anyway, the nicest one I’ve ever been to. Plus, it was a gorgeous sunny day with a bright blue sky, warm but not too hot. Just perfect.

Both our moms wore white bikinis for the big event and nothing else, no veils or anything like that. And no high heels, of course. They were barefoot, standing in the sand a few feet from the waves. The suits they wore weren’t totally skimpy but definitely showed off their figures. It was pretty sexy.

They held bouquets of flowers as the ceremony began, but soon handed them to me and Jessica. We were in little bikinis too, matching pink ones our mothers had picked out for us. And when I say little, I mean little, because these were extremely skimpy, barely covering anything at all. I didn’t mind that, though. I liked it.

In addition to the bouquets we were holding, Jess and I also had been given small velvet pouches. Inside each was a wedding ring. When the time came, we would provide them.

It was a woman who married them, an older lady, maybe around fifty, I guess. She was tall and slim, with a nice tan, wearing shorts and sandals and a sleeveless blouse, her gray hair in a butch cut. She smiled a lot and seemed really nice.

All the people there helping that day were ladies, in fact. There weren’t any men, which was fine with me. And everyone spoke English pretty well, lucky for us, except they did it with French accents. That’s the official language of Guadeloupe because it’s owned by France or something.

Anyway, they started the ceremony, saying all the usual words. It didn’t last very long, maybe ten minutes or so. They asked for the rings, which we gave them, and then the lady said, “I now pronounce you wife and wife.”

After that it was all hugs and kisses and lots of crying. I got kissed and squeezed over and over by my mom and by Jessica and by her mom and even by the lady minister or whatever she was. Tons of hugging and kissing with everyone in tears, including me.

Eventually we settled down and then it was time for lunch. They had a table set up under a big awning, and there were plenty of chairs, some in the sun and some in the shade. The food was mostly little sandwiches, but there was fresh fruit too, along with some fried shrimp and a few other things. We hadn’t had much for breakfast that morning, just cinnamon rolls and juice along with coffee for the moms, so I was hungry.

We ate and talked and laughed, and Karen cried some more. It seemed like she hardly ever stopped crying and she barely ate anything. But it was easy to see how happy she was, which made me happy too.

“You want to go play in the water?” said Jess. She was done eating by then, and so was I.

“Sure, that sounds good.”

We sprinted down across the sand and into the waves. They weren’t very big waves, though, because the beach was located in a small bay so the warm water just sort of lapped at our knees. But we still had a lot of fun, goofing around and splashing each other.

After a while my mom called to us, saying we’d have to leave soon. And that’s when it suddenly struck me as we walked hand in hand back up toward them: my mom wasn’t just my mom any more — now she was our mom, and Jessica’s mom was our mom too! We both had TWO MOMS!!

 

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The ferry departed Trois-Rivières at 3:00 PM, arriving an hour and fifteen minutes later at Terre-de-Haut Island, pulling up to a small dock. Together with a handful of other passengers, two women and two young girls got off. They bore a number of suitcases, some on wheels and some that they carried.

A driver was there to meet them, with a private car. He helped them load the bags while telling them in broken English that their destination was not far away.

This island truly was tiny, Nora realized. She’d read in advance that it was only two square miles, but seeing it now, it seemed even smaller. They easily could walk from one end to the other. At least in terms of distance they could, except the island was also highly mountainous, which is why their car ride lasted for as long as it did. As the crow (or seagull) flies, they probably covered much less than a mile, but the narrow road they took wound in and out and in and out, faced by steep cliffs on one side, water on the other.

They were looking for seclusion, though, and that was what they’d found. The villa they had rented for four days and three nights sat seemingly all by itself, perched high on the side of a hill, overlooking the turquoise sea.

As he unloaded their bags, the driver reiterated what they’d already agreed in making their reservation — that the villa was fully stocked with food and drink and that they shouldn’t need another thing. But if they did, all they had to do was call, assuming the phone service was working, of course, which it usually was on most days.

He was a talkative fellow, short and middle-aged with a bushy dark brown mustache. A pleasant enough man, Nora thought, and hopefully competent, since he was also the villa’s caretaker, but she was glad that once he drove away they likely would not see him again until it was time for them to leave. If they did need anything, she decided, they could just walk to the small village by the dock. She’d noticed at least one general store there.

The girls had gone inside, checking everything out. Just then she and Karen saw them pop out onto the second-floor balcony, grinning and waving. The women waved back.

Karen wrapped both arms around Nora’s waist, giving her a squeeze. “God, I’m so happy,” she said. “We really are a family now, aren’t we?”

 

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One of the things Jess and I discovered when we went inside to explore was that whoever owned the place we were staying in had left plenty of food there for us, even a nice dinner all prepared for our meal that night. It wasn’t anything fancy, just some fried chicken and potato salad, but the good thing was that meant we wouldn’t have to cook. We could just take the stuff out of the refrigerator and start eating.

That’s what we did later on, except first we unpacked our bags, putting our clothes and things away. The house had three bedrooms, all on the second floor. Two were pretty small but the third one was huge with a king-size bed, and you know what? They told Jess and me we all would be staying in that room and sleeping in the same bed. Nice!

Before having dinner, the four of us took a walk together, looking around the nearby area. We followed a path that went down the side of the hill and ended up at this tiny little beach in sort of a cove or something. It seemed like a good place for swimming, and Jessica’s mom — no, I should say our mom — said it might be an ideal spot for snorkeling too. I’d never done that before and it sounded like fun.

When we came back from our walk it started getting dark and we decided it was time to eat. We got out plates and napkins and everything along with the food, and our mothers opened up a bottle of wine to drink.

A few minutes later, while I was munching on a chicken wing, I had kind of a funny idea.

“Mom? I have a question.”

“Yes?” (It was my mom, my original mom, I mean, who answered.)

“Well, now that you guys are married and you’re both our moms, that means me and Jessica are sisters, right?”

“That’s right. Well, step-sisters at least. But you certainly can call yourselves sisters if you want to.”

“Okay. But the thing is, if we’re sisters now, then we can’t be lovers anymore, can we? I mean, wouldn’t it be wrong for us to do all the things we do?”

Jess smacked my shoulder, hard. “No way — shut up!”

Everyone, including me, was laughing as I rubbed my sore shoulder. Then Karen, my new mom, said, “Actually you’re right, Lia. It’s very bad and very wrong for sisters to have sex with each other. Just like it’s completely wrong and nasty and dirty if a woman wants to have sex with her own daughter, or with both of her daughters.”

As she spoke, she pushed her chair back from the table and spread her legs wide. Caressing herself through her khaki shorts, she said, “It’s very wrong and very dirty for a mom to even think about things like that, to imagine touching her little girl’s sweet pussy, playing with her, making her come. Or to fantasize about sitting on her daughter’s face, grinding on her and coming in her mouth. That is so wrong, so very bad… and so fucking hot!!”

“Whew!” With a grin, my mother comically wiped her brow, then stood up. “Come on, let’s hurry and get these leftovers in the fridge so we can talk some more about how bad we all want to be.”

 

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Ten minutes later we were in the largest bedroom upstairs, all four of us seated on the giant bed. We were barefoot but still dressed, and I wasn’t sure then if our moms might ask us to strip for them, or if they might strip for us or something like that. Or maybe we’d all just jump in and start grabbing each other. But actually none of that is what happened.

Instead, Karen said, “How about if you two kids make out first while we watch, okay? That would be so hot.”

“Ooh, yeah, good idea,” agreed my mom. “In fact, I really want to see the two of you make love, go all the way for us.” She quickly opened her shorts and slid a hand inside her panties. “Mmm, my pretty daughters naked together, sisters having sex…”

Jess and I grinned at one another. That would be no problem at all, since my comment at dinner was only a joke, of course. And it would be totally exciting for us to make out and to play with each other’s bodies with both our moms watching.

We got up on our knees, wrapped our arms around each other, and started to kiss. I felt a little self-conscious at first, but after only a minute or so of making out with Jessica like that, kissing wetly and with our hands caressing, the arousal pretty much took over and my instincts kicked in. I didn’t care then if anyone was watching. I just wanted to keep kissing Jess, the girl I loved, and feel her warm skin on mine. I wanted to touch her beautiful pussy, put my finger inside her, kiss and lick and suck her clit and make her come. That was all that mattered.

Before I knew it, we were lying on the bed with our clothes off, still making out but now both naked. Jess was on top, in our usual position, sort of humping her crotch against my hip. Her tongue was in my mouth and I was sucking on it. God, it felt so great, so perfect.

Somewhere along in there, I realized that our moms were naked too. They were kneeling next to us, one on each side, masturbating while they watched. Plus they were telling us what to do, talking dirty, their words overlapping: “Play with her tittie… yeah, kiss that little nipple… so hot, uh-huh… rub her pussy, rub her pussy… god she’s so fucking wet… put your finger inside, push it inside… fuck her pussy, make her come…”

Jessica took the initiative around then, sliding down between my legs, spreading them apart and starting to lick me. Oh how I loved that! My eyes were closed as I concentrated on all those wonderful feelings, her hot tongue bathing me, fingers teasing my vagina, lips nibbling at my clit.

I could still hear the voices of our mothers, though I couldn’t really make out everything they were saying. But I do remember hearing Karen come when Jess first started licking me, and then a couple more times after that. I think my own mom had an orgasm too, except it all got sort of mixed up for me because pretty soon I had this huge climax with my girlfriend — my sister! — sucking my clit. And she didn’t stop with just one. She kept sucking and fingering, making me come again and again until finally I had to push her away.

 

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Nora could scarcely believe it was actually happening. She was watching two little girls, both just twelve years old, having sex right in front of her. What an awesome sight it was, with those smooth, sweet, innocent young bodies — yet doing things that were anything but innocent.

She saw lips kissing tiny breast buds and sucking on nipples, hands caressing puffy pussies (in Lia’s case still completely hairless, so nice!), small fingers actually slipping inside juicy vaginas. It was everything Nora had ever dreamed of seeing and it turned her on immensely. She was massaging her own clit and was getting close, but she didn’t want to come for fear that she might shut her eyes and would miss something.

Best of all, this was only the beginning. Tonight she could do so much more than merely watch. She could join in with them, have sex with these tempting young girls, her own daughters, and also with her new wife at the same time. Every fantasy would come true for her. 

Just then, Jessica slid down between Lia’s legs and put her mouth there, kissing and licking that beautiful bald pussy. Oh my god!!

Now Nora simply had to come, she couldn’t wait any longer. She started rubbing her clit faster — and in that same instant heard Karen cry out in orgasmic passion. No surprise that she would get there first. Nora smiled briefly, then doubled down on her own self-pleasure and soon was nearing a peak. When she saw her daughter Lia scrunch her eyes, saw her face turning red, and then saw her lovely young body jolted by a powerful orgasm, Nora went soaring over the top.

 

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After that it was my turn. Jess had given me all I could ever ask for and I was eager to return the favor. Plus I really wanted to show off for our moms. It was exciting for me to imagine the hottest, dirtiest things I could do with Jessica, stuff that might drive our mothers totally crazy with lust. It’s funny, because at first I’d been a little self-conscious, then mostly oblivious, and now I was ready to put on an exhibition, a SEXhibition!

When I thought of that new word, I giggled to myself as I sat up and had Jess lie on her back. I pushed her legs wide apart, holding them that way, then smiled at my moms.

“Look at her pussy,” I said to them. “Isn’t it nice? Look how wet and gooey she is. I just love eating her, licking up all her cream and swallowing it.”

“Fuck…” Karen sighed. She was masturbating, of course, pretty much like always.

To demonstrate what I’d described, I took one hand from Jessica’s leg and rubbed two fingers over and between her pussy lips, scooping up some of her goo. I brought the fingers to my mouth but before licking them turned to my moms again.

I made a point of running my tongue around my lips, trying to act sexy and also hungry, as I said, “Mmm, it’s so yummy. I love pussy.” Then I sucked the fingers into my mouth.

“Unh! Unh! UNHH!!” Karen had another orgasm as she watched me taste the juices from her daughter’s vagina. 

“I just can’t get enough,” I told them, smacking my lips. “I really love pussy.”

Now I used both hands to open Jess’s labia, giving our moms a good close look at her little pink hole, all shiny and wet. “Want me to put my finger in her cunt?” I asked my mother.

“God, yes, please, I’d love to see that.”

“Okay.”

I slowly slid the middle finger of my right hand inside her. Jess groaned and sort of shivered. She was breathing fast, obviously very turned on. I knew I could make her come pretty quickly, but I wanted to continue this nasty show a little longer.

“Oooh, she feels so hot inside, so hot and soft and sexy.” I eased my slippery finger in and out a few times, letting the moms see everything. “I love fucking her with my finger. I really do — and I also love to fuck her with my tongue.”

“Oh my god,” my mother moaned. She was masturbating too, fingers working rapidly between her legs.

“You want to see me do that?”

“Uh-huh,” she nodded.

“Okay. Except you know what, Mom?”

“What?”

“Sometimes when I’m doing that with Jess, when I’m fucking her pussy with my tongue, I like to pretend it’s your pussy, and that I’m—”

“OH! GOD!!”

My mother climaxed as I told her what I’d fantasized about.

 

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There was nothing, nothing that could ever match this, Karen was absolutely convinced. Not even all those wonderful porn movies she had, some of them blazing hot, dealing with forbidden topics like mother-daughter incest, could match this. She knew she would never choose to give up her porn, that she would happily use it again many times in the future, but she also knew it couldn’t come close to this, to the real thing.

Having two beautiful young girls naked right in front of her eyes — her own daughters! — then seeing the girls kiss and touch and lick each other, plus hearing Lia say such stunningly erotic things. Who knew she had that in her?!

Karen was almost ready to come again, but she deliberately held off for just a bit so she could keep on watching, and listening too. The dirty words excited her nearly as much as the visuals did.

“I love fucking her with my finger. I really do, and I also love to fuck her with my tongue.”

Jesus, Karen thought, these kids are driving me insane! She’d tried her best to prolong the buildup, to delay the inevitable orgasm — but when she heard Lia say that and saw the child lower her face to Jessica’s pussy, covering it with her mouth, and then saw her shove her tongue up inside that little girl vagina, it was too much. Karen came again.

On to Chapter 24!

By Naughty Mommy

The plane banked steeply over a beautiful azure sea dotted with small green islets, then made a sharp descent toward the largest bit of land that could be seen. This was butterfly-shaped Guadeloupe, comprised of two adjoining islands, Grande-Terre and Basse-Terre.

“Is that it?” Jessica asked breathlessly, her hands and face pressed against the window. “Is that where we’re going?”

“It’s where we’re landing,” replied her mother, Karen, from the seat behind the child, “and where we’ll spend our first night. But tomorrow afternoon we’ll take a ferry to one of those smaller islands out there, Terre-de-Haut.”

“It looks pretty,” said Lia, craning her neck and leaning as far as she could. She was next to Jessica but had the aisle seat and was buckled in.

Nora, Lia’s mother, squeezed Karen’s hand. “This is all just so wonderful,” she said softly, “a dream come true.” The women sat side by side. Both wore engagement rings.

Karen smiled warmly at Nora. She wanted to kiss her, and wanted to do much more than that with her fiancée, but they were being cautious. No need to draw undue attention to themselves or cause a stir.

Following a somewhat bumpy landing, the four travelers gathered up their things and waited for the doors to open. Soon they descended a portable stairway and walked across the tarmac along with other passengers to the arrival terminal.

After retrieving their luggage, they found a suitable taxi, a brightly painted but rather beat-up minivan which had to be at least twenty years old. It was large enough, however, to carry all their bags along with the two women and two girls.

A stop-and-go drive taking an hour and a half brought them to Trois-Rivières, a town of less than ten thousand residents located at the southern tip of Basse-Terre. The taxi finally drew up in front of an attractive boutique hotel where the group clambered out.

Although they were happy and excited to be there, everyone was feeling tired as well. It had been quite a long day, beginning with a morning flight to Miami and a two hour layover there, followed by a three and a half hour flight across the Caribbean to Guadeloupe, and finally the ride in the minivan. But at last they had arrived.

 

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We got out of the taxi in front of the place we were staying at, which looked pretty nice to me, and my mom went inside to get us checked in. Right away, these two guys in uniforms, like, doorman uniforms or something, came out and picked up all our bags and carried them in for us. I was super glad, ‘cause that dumb suitcase of mine was heavy.

Me and Jess and her mom followed the doorman guys inside the hotel. My mother came over from the desk. She already had the keys to our rooms. There wasn’t an elevator, so we had to take the stairs up to the second floor. I didn’t really mind that, though, as long as I wasn’t carrying my suitcase.

When we got to our rooms, they showed us inside and my mom told them where to put all the bags. That turned out to be kind of a surprise, since she had them take my stuff and her stuff into the second room, leaving Jessica’s and Karen’s things in that first room.

I waited until she gave the doorman guys some cash as a tip and they’d gone away, then I asked, “You and me are in this room? How come?”

Instead of answering, my mother wrapped her arms around me, giving me a big hug and kissing my cheek. She smiled, looking so happy, and tapped the end of my nose with her finger.

“I’ll tell you later, at dinner, okay? Right now let’s unpack a few things and get freshened up. Are you hungry?”

“Um, yeah, I am.” I definitely was feeling hungry. But I also wondered what was going on.

We took some stuff out of our suitcases. Not everything, since we’d only be there for one night, just whatever we might need. Then we both washed our hands and faces and my mom arranged her hair a little bit and fixed her makeup. In fifteen minutes or so we were ready for dinner. Karen and Jess were ready too, and we all headed downstairs.

The hotel didn’t have its own restaurant, so we went back outside and walked a few blocks. Even though it was December 30th and the sun had already gone down, the air was really warm. I guess that’s how it is when you’re that far south or something.

Before we’d even left on the trip, my mother had warned me and Jessica that we shouldn’t put on any extreme public displays of affection while we were in Guadeloupe, so she and I weren’t holding hands or anything while we walked and neither were our moms.

“We will be their guests,” she’d said to us, “and although gay marriage is legal there, most of the people tend to be kind of formal and conservative. It wouldn’t be polite for us to offend them, all right?”

Of course we said fine, no problem. As long as we could still do whatever we wanted when we were in bed at night, that was all that mattered.

The restaurant we went to was great. It was right on the water and we sat out in the open air on a deck, with the sea just below us. Very very cool.

After we ordered some appetizers and got our drinks — Cokes for us kids, a piña colada for my mom and a lime daiquiri for Karen — they finally told us what was up.

“Now, as you already know,” said my mother, “tomorrow is New Year’s Eve and tomorrow morning is when we will be married.”

She turned and smiled at Karen, who smiled back at her. I noticed they were holding hands, which apparently was okay. Then Karen moved her face in very close to my mom’s. I thought they might kiss, but instead they just sort of nuzzled their noses and giggled.

I liked seeing them be so affectionate with each other and I loved knowing how happy my mother was. It made me feel really good inside, like warm and cozy, but also turned on at the same time. I squirmed in my chair, squeezing my legs together.

Jess reached for my hand under the table and found it. She whispered, “I love you, Lia,” and when I looked at her I saw she was fingering the gold half-heart necklace around her neck.

“I love you too,” I whispered in return.

My mom went on, “The ceremony will take place at 11:00 AM on a private beach someone has found for us. We’re not going to wear fancy dresses or anything, just bikinis, and that’s what we’d like for you girls to wear too. All right?”

Bikinis at a wedding? That seemed different but I liked the idea! Jessica and I both nodded happily.

“After the ceremony, we’ll have a catered luncheon on the beach. And then we’ll need to head back to the hotel to change our clothes, because the ferry for Terre-de-Haut leaves at 3:00.”

This all sounded fine to me, except it still didn’t explain what the deal was with our sleeping arrangements that night, and I was curious. Luckily that was what she talked about next.

“You kids may not know this, but it’s traditional on the day of the wedding for the bride and the groom — or, in this case, the bride and the bride — not to see each other before the ceremony. We won’t go quite that far, but we did decide it might be fun for the two of us to stay apart the night before and to spend that special night, tonight, that is, with our daughters instead.”

Ooh, nice… each room had only one bed, so I’d get to sleep with Mom again. Yay!

Jessica’s mother, Karen, spoke up. “After we’re married, we’ll be a family. And we’ve been talking a lot about what kind of family we want to be. I’m really hoping, and your mother is hoping too, Lia, that we can be especially close, all four of us. Very, very close.”

Oh my god!! Did that mean what I thought it meant? What I hoped it meant?

A pretty waitress brought out two big plates of appetizers and set them on our table. The food looked yummy and I was totally hungry, yet I was also super eager to hear more. Eventually I did, but not right away, because we started eating then and just talked about normal stuff for a while.

 

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Karen licked sweat from her upper lip. The night was pleasantly warm, but that wasn’t the reason she was perspiring. It was the woman’s inner heat, her lust, a strong drive that was impossible to satiate for long.

She’d masturbated one time during each of their flights that day, using the smelly, cramped lavatory on the plane. That wasn’t much fun, but she had to do it. At the hotel before leaving for dinner, she’d quickly rubbed another one off while her daughter watched, which was nice but certainly not enough.

Now as they enjoyed their delicious meal in the lovely setting of a restaurant overlooking the bay, Karen seethed with desire. Her clit throbbed and her pussy was soaked, drenching her panties.

It was all about to happen, her hottest, darkest fantasies on the brink of becoming reality. Soon she could have sex with two beautiful young girls, one of them her own child. And she would be doing this in the company of Nora, her soulmate, a woman she loved deeply, more than she ever thought would be possible to love anyone.

Tears came to her eyes once again. She’d found herself crying a great deal over the previous several weeks, shedding tears of joy each time she thought about how lucky she was. Using a napkin, she dabbed moisture from the corner of her eyes, hoping not to smear her mascara.

“You okay, Mom?” asked Jessica, grinning. The girl knew that everything was all right, but she liked hearing her mother say it.

“Yeah, I’m fine, jus—” Karen had to clear her throat. “I’m fine, just really happy. So happy. Because I love all three of you guys so much.”

The tears flowed, more than she could ever dab away.

 

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It wasn’t until dessert that I heard more about what our moms wanted. Jess and I were eating ice cream and our mothers had mango tarts. My mom didn’t finish all of hers. She just took a couple of bites, then pushed it away and wiped her mouth with a napkin.

Smiling at us, she began, “So, we’re all going to be a family now, like we were saying earlier. And we’re hoping that we can be a very close family, extremely close and loving.”

My eyes must have gone really wide, because my mom nodded and chuckled. “Yes, honey, that means exactly what you think it means.”

Then she got kind of serious as she said, “The thing is, though, it’s entirely up to you, to both of you. If either of you feel uncomfortable getting, well, getting as close as we would like… truly becoming lovers, all four of us, I mean, the mothers and daughters together, then we won’t do it. Because more than anything, we want you girls to be happy.”

Before my mom could go on, Jess piped up, “I want it. I do.”

With a nod, I added, “Uh-huh, me too. That’s what I want.”

“Well, good,” said my mother. “I’m glad to hear it. But you don’t have make a final decision now. Or ever, in fact. You can always change your minds later, okay? And tonight, in bed, we can talk some more about this, each of the moms and the daughters, making sure everyone feels completely ready to take that big step.”

 

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The two women and two girls entered the hotel, climbing the stairs to their second floor rooms.

“All right, goodnight, darling,” Nora said to Karen, taking her face in her hands and kissing her mouth. They were out in the hallway, but no other guests or staff were nearby, so she felt safe doing this much.

Giving her lover one more soft kiss, Nora whispered, “See you in the morning.”

Leaning down a bit, she kissed Jessica’s lips. “Goodnight, beautiful girl.”

Karen gave Lia a warm hug and a lingering kiss on the mouth. “Goodnight, my soon-to-be daughter,” she said to the willowy child.

They parted with a wave, going into their separate rooms and closing the doors behind them.

Nora felt faint. She found it hard to breathe, to get enough oxygen, and could feel her heart thumping in her chest.

This was it. Over the next twenty-four hours, her whole life would dramatically change. She would marry the woman of her dreams in a same-sex ceremony and, if all went as planned, not long after that she would make love not only with her new wife and with her wife’s little girl, but with her own daughter as well.

Inhaling slowly, taking a deep breath while deliberately unclenching her hands, trying to relax as much as possible, she said to Lia, “How about, uh, taking a shower… would you like to do that?”

 

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“So,” said Karen to her daughter, “are you okay with everything? All the things we’re hoping to do? It seems to me like you are.”

“Definitely. It sounds great.”

“Good,” replied the woman as she began shedding her clothes. “We can talk more about it later tonight. But right now, god, I need to come so bad!”

Jessica giggled. She sat on the floor to remove her sandals, then stood up and quickly pushed down her shorts and underwear all at once. Lifting her t-shirt over her head and tossing it aside, she was naked.

“You wanna look at me?” asked the girl. “Or maybe…”

“Yeah, let’s do it that way first,” said Karen. She already had a finger inside her sopping wet pussy, sliding in and out. “I want to look at you and you can touch yourself, okay?”

“Sure.” Jessica hopped onto the bed and sprawled with her legs wide, facing her mother. Parting her labia with her fingers, she said, “Look at my pussy, Mom. Watch how I play with it.”

 

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“How about taking a shower,” Mom asked. “Would you like to do that?”

“You mean, um, together?” That was something we hadn’t done before. Or at least not since I was just a little kid, maybe three or four years old.

“Yes, that’s what I meant. We can wash each other. That might be nice, but we don’t have to if you don’t want to.”

“No, it’s, uh, yeah, I’d like that.”

So, we both got undressed and a minute later we were standing under the spray of warm water, side by side. My mother grinned. “You do me first, okay? Then I’ll wash you.”

“Okay.” I was trying my best to act nonchalant, but inside I felt all jumpy and nervous. Was I really about to wash my mom, rubbing my hands all over her naked body, going absolutely everywhere?!

It turned out I didn’t go everywhere. Maybe I could have. She might not have stopped me, but I didn’t have the nerve.

I did wash her boobs, which was nice, and I touched her nipples with my soapy fingers. They felt really hard. She was breathing fast then, like this was exciting her, and I wanted to do even more, but I didn’t. I just ran my fingers around and over her stiff nipples a couple of times, then moved down to wash her belly. I’d already done her arms before I did her chest, and before that, I’d done her back and her bottom and her legs. I even washed the inside of her thighs, sliding my fingers pretty close to her pussy but not quite touching her there.

Anyway, now my hand was on her tummy, moving in little circles, gradually going lower and lower until I was grazing the edge of her pubic hair. My mom doesn’t get it waxed or anything, like Karen does, but keeps it short and neatly trimmed.

She moved her feet apart then, opening her legs a little wider. That seemed kind of like an invitation, except she didn’t say anything and I still wasn’t sure. So after I just lightly scrubbed the top part of her pussy hair, I said, “Um, is that good? Is that enough, or…?”

“Yeah, uh-huh,” she panted. “It’s enough… for now.”

Picking up the bar of soap from the tray where I’d left it, she lathered up her hands and winked at me. “Your turn.”

 

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Karen had already come twice in only the first few minutes as she stood beside the bed, staring at her twelve-year-old daughter’s pussy, watching the child play with herself. When Jessica reached climax, her mother came a third time, and this was the strongest and the wettest yet.

“God, fuck, yeah,” the woman groaned. With her body still shuddering in orgasmic spasms, Karen withdrew her dripping fingers from inside her cunt and brought them her mouth, savoring the taste of her sex.

After they’d both calmed down a bit, she said to Jess, “Let’s get ready for bed, okay?”

 

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Now it was my mother’s soapy hands on my naked body. And wow, I couldn’t believe how exciting that was. She’d touched me before, sort of, like when we were in bed cuddling, but it was never quite like this. Because now there was no doubt that she was trying to arouse me. It was practically like we were having sex!

First she started with my legs, or actually with my feet, washing them both carefully, including my toes. That tickled a bit, but it felt good too. Then she moved slowly up my legs, sliding her sudsy hands along my calves, over my knees, and up the inside of my thighs. She stayed there for what seemed like a long time, gently stroking the sensitive skin on the innermost part of my thighs, right next to my crotch. I don’t know whether or not she could tell, but this was making me so hot! If she hadn’t stopped, I might have come just from having my mom do that.

She kept this up for a few seconds more until finally turning me the other way so she could wash my shoulders and my back. But then, after rubbing the soap around just a little, she pressed her whole body against me, sliding her tits up and down on my back. With her face next to my ear, she whispered, “You’re a very sexy girl, Lia, the prettiest, sexiest, hottest girl I have ever seen.”

As she said this, she moved her hands around to my front and started playing with my nipples. I didn’t actually have boobs yet, of course, so she couldn’t grab them, but she sure knew how to fondle my nipples just the right way and really turn me on.

“God, Mom,” I sighed. “That feels nice.”

She didn’t say anything, just purred in my ear while licking and biting at my neck. This went on for a minute, until suddenly my mother bent me over at the waist and placed her hands on my hips, gripping me tightly. I could feel her pubic hair scratchy against my bottom. She pressed herself in really hard and started humping me. My mom was humping her pussy on my butt, faster and faster!

I actually thought she might come, but she didn’t. She went pretty fast for a while, then slowed down a bit. “Damn, that is so good,” I heard her say as she released her grip, “so good.”

She stood me up straight again and turned me around. Holding my face in her hands, she said, “I’d like to kiss you, Lia. Is that okay?”

“Uh-huh, yeah,” I nodded.

And then, for the first time, my mom gave me a lover’s kiss. Her lips were parted, her tongue inside my mouth. I’d been kissed that way by Jess plenty of times, but never by anyone else — certainly not by my own mother!

I adored it, though. It felt just perfect, like it was cementing our bond, confirming the love we had for each other. We played with each other’s tongues, sort of slurped at one another’s mouths, moaning and sighing.

Finally she pulled away, smiling. “All right, baby girl, shall we go get in bed?”

 

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“So we’re not gonna actually do anything tonight?” Jess asked.

Her mother chuckled, “Well, we can do a lot, all the things we’ve done up till now and maybe more than that.”

The woman and the girl were naked beneath the sheets, lying side by side in the dark, facing one another. They’d brushed their teeth, used the toilet, then turned out the light and slipped into bed together.

“But, um, Nora and I really thought we oughta spend a little time talking about it first,” said Karen. “You know, just to make sure you and I are both cool with it. So, no, we won’t go all the way, not all the way tonight. Not until after the wedding, after we’re married and we’re a family. All right?”

“Yeah, I guess, if that’s what you want,” the child said, before adding with a grin, “except I’m ready now.”

“Goddamn… it makes me so hot when you talk like that.”

Karen brought her mouth to Jessica’s, kissing her daughter wetly while sliding a hand down between her own legs to massage her clit again.

 

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“We can’t do everything, not tonight,” said my mom. “But maybe, if you’re in the mood for it, we might still go a little farther than we have before.”

Her voice sounded heavy, sort of dark and husky. I’d heard it that way a couple of other times and I knew it meant she was totally turned on.

She shifted closer to me in the bed and placed her hand on my cheek. After we’d finished our shower and dried each other off, she’d put some perfume on. She smelled really nice and super sexy. Bringing her lips to mine, we kissed, but with our mouths closed this time. It was a long warm kiss, though, and it felt incredibly good.

“Now,” she said, when the kiss ended, “I promised Karen that you and I would talk tonight, that before doing anything else, we’d be sure each of us is really ready. So, honey, do you have any questions for me? Any concerns? Any, um, reservations?”

I shook my head. “No. I, I mean, I can’t think of anything. I, I — I’m ready.” My voice shook and my body trembled, even as I tried to assure my mother I was certain what we were doing was right. I really wasn’t scared, nothing like that, just extremely excited.

She brought the end of her nose to mine, rubbing gently. “All right, as long as you’re sure,” she whispered.

“I am.”

Mom kissed my lips once again, then said, “You and I have already masturbated together, sometimes watching one another right up close, and we’ve kissed the way lovers do, and we’ve touched each other’s bodies, almost everywhere. I really would like to do more of that tonight, all of it… but there’s… one other thing as well.”

She paused, like she was waiting for something. So I just said, “Okay.”

“What I want, honey, what would mean a great deal to me, is to have you suck my nipples.”

 

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“I’m gonna come! I’m gonna — UNH! UNH! UNH!”

Karen’s slender body quaked as she reached climax again, this time lying in bed next to Jessica, facing her. She had one arm around her daughter, pulling her close, with the other between her own legs, clutching her pussy.

“Goddamn,” she gasped, “oh my god, that feels so good!”

Due to their long day of travel, Karen had fallen well behind in her normal score of orgasms — which sometimes would literally be a score. It wasn’t unusual for the woman to have twenty or more in one day. Now she was busy making up the deficit.

Jess was masturbating too, but although she was a highly sexual child she couldn’t possibly keep up with her mother. Two or three in a few hour’s time would be plenty for her.

Still panting, Karen said, “I… I need… just one more, okay? And then we can talk or… or we’ll do some other things if you want.”

“Okay, but Mom?”

“Yes, honey?”

“Will you kiss me again? With your tongue, I mean? I like that.”

“Mmm, you do?” Karen smiled, licking her lips. “All right, sexy girl. Let’s make out while we play with ourselves.”

 

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I almost couldn’t believe what my mom had just said. She wanted me to suck her nipples!

It was amazing to hear, because I’d been thinking about that a lot lately. There were a whole bunch of other things I wanted to do with her too, of course, but that was near the top of the list. I really loved my mom’s tits. They were perfect, nice and round, just the right size, and with nipples that stuck way out when they got hard. When I masturbated at night, or sometimes when I was making love with Jess, kissing and licking her nipples, I would fantasize about my mother, imagine I was doing that with her, sitting on her lap and holding her boobs, sucking on those beautiful nipples — and now she wanted me to do it in real life!

“Sweetie? Are you okay?”

“Huh? Um, yeah, I was just, you know, thinking about stuff.”

“If you don’t want to do that, I understand. We —”

“No,” I interrupted, “I want to. I really do. I want to a lot.”

“Are you sure?”

“Uh-huh, definitely.”

“Good.”

Mom smiled. She leaned in and gave me a soft kiss on the lips, then turned from her side onto her back. Pushing the sheets down to around our waists, she put her hands on her breasts, holding them and massaging them, squeezing the nipples a little bit.

“I’ve been thinking about this for… a very long time,” she told me. “For years, in fact, I’ve fantasized about it, about the two of us together, doing that.”

“Wow, really?”

“Yes, really.”

That was even more amazing. All that time when I wrongly assumed my mother never thought about sex at all, in reality she was fantasizing about me!

“So, are you ready?”

“Uh-huh.” I nodded and scooted closer in the bed. She put one arm around me, stroking my back. My face was right at the level of her chest, my mouth only an inch away from her tit. I licked my lips.

“Go on, baby,” she whispered. “Suck Mommy’s nipple.”

 

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Karen brought herself to two more orgasms while making out with her daughter, and Jessica had one as well. But then she had another idea.

“Let’s try something new, okay?” said the woman. “Something we haven’t done before.”

“Okay, sure.”

“Here, um, sit up beside me and we’ll kind of lean back on the pillows… that’s right, so we can see everything.”

Although the lights were off in their second-floor room, the curtains were open and a nearly full moon provided plenty of illumination.

“Now, you put your other hand here on top of mine… and I’ll put mine on top of yours, like this, so we can feel everything we’re doing, okay?”

“Ooh, yeah, I like that,” Jess nodded eagerly.

They sat shoulder to shoulder, supported by pillows. Karen was to the left and their legs were spread wide, her right leg over her daughter’s left leg. Hands were at their pussies, each rubbing herself but with another hand on top, tracing every movement.

They’d begun immediately, with no hesitation, fingers moving fast, rubbing hard clits, dipping down into gooey furrows, even pushing inside their vaginas. As each hand closely followed the other, mother and daughter weren’t quite masturbating one another but it was very nearly that.

 

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“Yes, yes,” sighed my mom, “that feels so good, little girl.”

I’d sucked on one stiff nipple for a minute or so, and then she shifted me to the second one. Now I was back at the first, except this time she’d taken my hand in hers and placed it over her other breast, asking me to squeeze it and to play with the wet nipple as I continued sucking.

It felt like I was in heaven. My eyes were closed so I could concentrate on how wonderful it all was… that delicious big nipple in my mouth, my hand fondling her boob, Mom petting my hair, whispering how much she loved me… I think I could have stayed that way forever, and in fact it went on for what seemed like hours, easing from one breast to the other, back and forth, sucking and sucking and sucking…

Then I realized I was doing something else too. Not long after we began, I’d lifted one leg over hers, and at some point in there I ended up straddling my mother’s leg, pressing my groin against her knee. And now I was really humping, sliding my bald pussy up and down, more and more quickly. I could tell I was getting close, and I knew I could come like that — that I would come if I didn’t stop.

I sure didn’t want to stop, but should I? I decided to ask. Slowing my feverish motions just a bit, I took my mouth from the breast and looked up at her. “Is it, um, okay… if I…?”

“Yes, of course it is, darling,” she smiled. “It’s just fine. And if you don’t mind, I think I’ll to join you.”

She slid a hand down so she could play with herself. The sheets were all the way off us by now and I watched for a few moments, enjoying the sight of my mom’s fingers moving within her folds.

“Maybe we can both come at the same time,” she said. “That would be nice.”

I didn’t reply, just dropped my face to her tit and resumed sucking as I humped her knee again, harder and harder, loving that jittery, special feeling inside when an orgasm is getting close. It seemed like it wouldn’t take Mom very long either. She was panting and moaning, her body shaking. I thought I could smell her pussy, or maybe it was mine, or both. But it was so great, like I was having sex with my mother. I was humping her, almost ready to come on her — and then I did!

 

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Following a series of stunning orgasms, two for Jessica and at least twice that many for Karen, the pair at last was exhausted. They slumped on the pillows, both breathing heavily. Their hands were joined between one another’s legs, fingers entwined, coated with warm, slippery fluids.

After several minutes’ rest, they drew the sheets up. Mother and daughter shared a sweet goodnight kiss without saying any words, then soon drifted off to sleep.

 

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“I love you, Mom.”

“I love you too, beautiful girl.”

She held me tight and kissed me.

I was completely on top of her now, lying between her legs so our pussies were kissing too, in a way. And that is how I fell asleep that night. I slept with my head resting on her shoulder, a hand holding her breast, and with her legs wide open so I could feel the moist heat of my mom’s pussy against mine.

Did I say heaven? Yes, that’s what it was.

Carry on to Chapter 23!

By Naughty Mommy

The next day, Saturday, after a late breakfast, Jess and I decided to ride our bikes to the big mall which is about three miles away. Our moms were just relaxing. Well, my mother was looking at all these papers and things from her office, if you can believe that, while Jessica’s mom, Karen, was reading a magazine.

Anyway, we walked with my bike over to her house where Jess got her bike, and then we took off.

It was a lot of fun at the mall. We had a good time trying to shock people, holding hands in public, acting sort of romantic, even kissing a few times. No one really paid much attention to us, unfortunately, but still it was a blast.

We walked all around both levels of the mall, going inside some stores and looking at what they had. Neither of us bought anything, but we did try on clothes a couple times and made out like crazy in the dressing rooms. Jess said she wanted to play a video game in the arcade, so we did that, and later we got some Frosties and fries at Wendy’s in the food court.

On the way home we took a different route and rode through this city park which is close to our neighborhood. That was really nice. But what was even nicer was what we did when we got back to my house.

 

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“This is so amazing, just incredible,” said Karen. “How long did it take you to acquire all this?”

Nora smiled. “Most of it I got in sort of a big spurt a few years ago. I found this treasure trove on the web and downloaded as much as I could. Then I traded with some people too, other collectors online. Now I have just about everything I want, though, so I don’t do that very much anymore.”

They were in Nora’s bedroom, sitting at her desk, taking some time to review the full breadth of her extensive collection of digital photos.

“I would go wild if I had so many pictures like this. I’m sure I’d —” Karen burst out laughing. “I was gonna say I’d be masturbating all the time. Except I already do that, so I don’t know what I’d do.”

“Well, you can look at them any time you want. All you have to do is ask. What’s mine is yours, beautiful lady.”

The women shared an open-mouth kiss, then went back to looking at the photos on the computer. Karen wore a short silk robe, borrowed from Nora, and nothing else. The robe was open and Karen’s hand was between her legs, routinely stroking as she’d been doing almost since they first sat down. Nora was in a pair of loose terry shorts and an oversized tank top, with no bra and no panties. She wasn’t playing with herself, not quite yet. Her pussy was still sore from all they’d done the night before, but she felt the need and squirmed in the chair, squeezing her legs together.

“Show me the kind you like best,” said Karen. “Some of the ones, you know, that turn you on the most.”

“All right.”

 

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We put our bikes in the garage and came in the back way, through the kitchen. Our moms weren’t in the kitchen and they weren’t in the living room either, where we’d left them.

When we turned to go down the hall, I saw that my mother’s bedroom door was open just a crack and I thought I could hear voices from inside. That gave me a sneaky idea.

I put my finger to my lips, signaling Jess to be quiet, then took her hand and together we crept up close to the door. We listened and heard…

“God, they are so hot. I wish I could eat every one of those little pussies.” That was Karen, Jessica’s mother.

“I know. I can never get enough,” said my mom. “Just look at their beautiful bodies, so smooth and so young. So fuckable.”

“What age do you think you like best?” Karen asked.

“Mm, maybe around twelve.” (That’s my age, I realized with a thrill.) “Just when the girls are starting to mature, getting little breast buds, possibly their first bit of pubic hair.”

“Yeah, that’s really awesome. It’s so exciting to see. I have to admit, though,” said Karen, “that even when they’re younger, only nine or ten, they can still be so, so sexy.”

“Oh, of course, no doubt. I can easily come to a picture of a girl that age. Like, wait — here, let me show you this one.”

“My god, just look at her…”

Jess squeezed my hand and led me away a few steps. She whispered in my ear, “Let’s both take off all our clothes and jump in the room and surprise ‘em, okay?”

I grinned. “Really??”

“Yeah, let’s do it.”

So we did. We stripped right there in the hall, staying as silent as we could, trying not to giggle. Leaving our clothes in a pile, we tiptoed up to the door, looked at each other, nodded, then burst inside.

“Surprise!!” we both called out, our arms flung up in the air.

“You wanna see some naked girls?” cried Jess. “Real-life naked girls? Here we are!”

Our mothers whipped around toward us from where they sat at the desk. My mom was blushing like mad, with a hand over her mouth. But Karen clapped and laughed, “Beautiful! Just beautiful!”

I sat down on the bed, panting with exhilaration, and Jess took a seat beside me. “Were you guys lookin’ at porn?” she asked.

“Uh-huh,” Karen nodded. “Lia’s mom was showing me all these really great pictures she has. But you’re right, honey. Having you two here in the flesh with us is even better.”

As she said this, her eyes ran up and down our nude bodies. She spread her legs and started playing with herself. All she had on was one of my mother’s robes, which was open already so she was practically naked like us. I’d seen Karen masturbate plenty of times before, of course, but never with my mom there too. This was new and exciting!

“We, uh…” began my mother, still blushing. “Maybe we —”

“What?” Karen interrupted. “You’ve done it before with Lia, and I’ve done it with both of them. So why don’t we all do it together?”

“I want to,” said Jess.

I glanced down and saw that she had both hands between her legs, massaging her pussy. Then I looked up at my mom, who was staring at Jessica, her eyes wide.

“I think we should do it, Mom,” I told her. “We can all watch each other. That’d be fun, wouldn’t it?”

She didn’t say anything, just nodded and licked her lips as she brought a hand up to her breast and squeezed it through her tank top. It was easy to see that her nipples were hard. When I saw that and thought about it, it made my mouth water. I really wanted to suck my mom’s nipples!

I scooted back on the bed so I could put my feet up and get to my pussy more easily. Although I wasn’t very wet yet, I knew it wouldn’t take long. As I began rubbing my clit with my right hand, I poked the index finger of my left hand just inside my opening, moving it around a bit. I love how that feels.

Karen moved her chair nearer, then lifted one foot up on the bed, right next to me. Her legs were wide apart. I could see everything, and unlike me, she was already very wet. Her fingers gleamed with moisture as she slid them in and out of her vagina.

My mom stood, pulling her tank top off over her head and tossing it away. She shoved her shorts down and stepped out of them. Now she was naked. Pulling her chair next to the bed, she sat down again and put her feet up, one on either side of Jessica. She used her fingers to open her labia, fully exposing herself.

“Show me your cunt, little girl, and I’ll show you mine,” my mother said.

“Oh my god,” said Jess, her face turning red.

She’d seen lots of naked women before, of course, ever since she was just a little girl, sometimes up very close like this. But I think it probably turned her on even more knowing it was my mom she was looking at. Anyway, she seemed really excited.

“I love your little pussy,” said my mom. “So hot and sexy. Will you let me have a good look at it?”

“Um, yeah, okay,” Jess nodded, as she pulled her pussy lips back.

“Jesus Christ, look at that,” my mother said. Dropping her feet to the floor, she leaned in extremely close between Jessica’s legs. For a moment I thought she might even start licking, but she didn’t. She just studied her, sighing, “Ooh, that is so hot… a beautiful, juicy, little girl pussy…”

“I’m gonna come, Lia,” announced Karen breathlessly. “You want to see me come?”

“Huh?”

I turned my attention back to her. Karen’s hand was moving really fast, making a squishy sound and slapping against her vulva as she fucked herself. The smell of sex was strong.

“I’m gonna come,” she repeated. “Want to watch me come?”

“Yeah, I do, and I wanna come for you too.”

I rubbed my clit more quickly while pushing my finger deeper inside. It felt great, like always — but I couldn’t possibly keep up with Karen, no way. By the time I reached my peak, the woman had already climaxed twice, and then she came for a third time when I finally did. She is just unbelievable.

Jess and my mom were both playing with themselves too, of course, at the same time as us. And they both had orgasms about when I did, I think. I’m not really sure, though, ‘cause it was hard to tell with all that moaning and squealing and everything.

I didn’t attempt to keep count, but over the next hour or so I know we all came a lot more than once, and Karen a lot more than that. We shifted around, with everyone getting up on the bed, and then we watched each other masturbate.

Sometimes we’d move in really close so we could look at a pussy right when the climax was happening. I’d done that before a few times with Jessica, but never with Karen or with my mom. It was so exciting to have my face only a few inches away from my mother’s cunt and watch as she rubbed herself and fucked herself and then climaxed for me. Really, really hot. I could smell her juices and practically taste her. This naturally made me want to play with myself, and when I did, my mom got down between my legs and stared at my bald but extremely wet pussy while I opened it up wide for her and then made myself come.

We just kept doing this over and over, trading around, everybody watching everyone, until finally we were exhausted. A perfect way to spend a Saturday afternoon, don’t you think?

 

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The days and weeks flowed past.

Jess and I went to school, of course, like usual, and after a while we no longer tried to hide the fact that we were girlfriends. It actually surprised me that no one seemed to mind very much. A few of the kids teased us a little, but nobody was mean about it or anything. And the teachers were pretty cool too, so everything was fine.

We always walked home together after school. First we’d get our homework out of the way and then fool around, kissing or watching porn or masturbating or even more. Just having fun, like most girls do when they’re alone together. If we were at Jessica’s, we might also watch her mom masturbating or having sex with her friends or with the maids, although that didn’t necessarily happen every day, just most days.

It’s weird how quick that began to seem normal, seeing all these ladies have sex with each other right in front of me. It still made me really excited, obviously, but I didn’t freak out or feel embarrassed like at the beginning, and in fact I didn’t have a problem letting them know how turned on I was getting. I mean, I would play with myself while we were watching them, and Jessica did too, and we both had orgasms that way. It was pretty great.

Our moms were totally a couple now, and that was awesome. I’d never seen my mother so happy. She was still working hard at her job, occasionally staying late or bringing stuff home on the weekends, but she said everything was going really well. I knew she was trying her best to get this big promotion or something, and I hoped she would.

During the week, we sometimes would have Jess and her mom over for dinner, or maybe we’d go to their place, but we never had sleepovers on weeknights. When the weekend came, though, that was a different story. Because then the four of us spent just about all our time with each other. It was almost as if we were living together in one house then, except we had two houses. But we had a lot of our stuff at each other’s places, clothes and makeup and everything else. It was like being at home wherever we were.

Looking back, it seems obvious that it would lead to what happened next, the second of those two big things I mentioned before. I guess I should have seen it coming, but in fact it took me by surprise.

 

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I remember the date.

It was December 19th, my half-birthday, six months since the day I’d turned twelve. And finally, hallelujah, I was actually starting to grow boobies! Not much yet, but my nipples were definitely getting bigger and they felt sore sometimes. When I looked at my chest in the mirror, it wasn’t completely flat any more. My body had begun to look at least a little bit like a woman’s. Although I still didn’t have any hair on my pussy, I knew that would come eventually, and in the meantime, my mom and Jessica’s mom loved seeing me that way whenever I got naked and masturbated in front of them.

Anyway, speaking of our two moms, can you figure out what the big thing was that happened that day?

We had dinner that evening at Karen’s house. Everything was really fancy, fancier than usual, I mean. It felt like a party or a celebration with lots of candles burning and extra flowers and stuff. Plus, there were four gifts on the table, little wrapped packages in front of where we each sat, kind of like early Christmas presents. We weren’t allowed to open them right away, though, not until after we finished dessert.

I wanted to eat fast so we could open our gifts, but our mothers took their darn time, drinking champagne first and then a couple different kinds of wine. See, Margaret had made this special meal for us with lots of separate courses. She and Freja brought out appetizers, then soup, then fish, then duck, and at the very end, apple pie. With all that food, of course, I was really full. It was all delicious, and we had a good time at dinner, but I was still eager to see what my gift was. So I gobbled down my pie, stuffing it in, then waited for the others to finish.

“Girls, you two can open your presents first,” said my mother with a smile. She and Karen were seated next to each other on one side of the table, holding hands. Jessica and I were on the other side.

I grabbed my little package and Jess grabbed hers. They were both the same size and wrapped the same way, and when we tore them open, the gifts we found inside were nearly identical. Not quite, though, because they were necklaces with two halves of lovely gold hearts at the end of delicate chains. On one of them, Jessica’s, was inscribed the word ‘Together’, and on mine it said ‘Forever’.

We jumped up and ran around the table to hug our moms, kissing them and thanking them. They helped us put the necklaces on and then watched as Jess and I shared a long wet lover’s kiss. When that was done, and after some more hugs and thank-you’s, it was time for our mothers to open their gifts.

They unwrapped them at the same time as we stood watching. The paper came away, revealing small velvet boxes. When they opened the boxes, we saw two gorgeous rings, with big diamonds.

“These are—” Karen started saying, but she was all choked up. Tears ran down her cheeks. Finally she managed to sob, “our — engagement rings!”

What??!!

“Yes, it’s true! We’re getting married!” said my mom. She was crying too, but was able to talk just a little easier. 

They placed the rings on one another’s fingers, kissed, and then turned to us. My mother wiped her face. Her mascara was all smeared. I thought she looked beautiful.

“We’ll be married on December 31st, on New Year’s Eve, in Guadeloupe,” she said. “That’s in the Caribbean. And you girls are coming along with us, for the wedding and for the honeymoon!”

Continue to: Chapter 22!

By Naughty Mommy

When Jess finally finished climaxing in my mouth, I really wanted to come too. I waited for just a minute, though, so she could sort of calm down and get her breath back, and meanwhile I licked my lips, tasting her. My face was a complete mess, covered with her goo, partly from how creamy she always gets but also because of the way I’d gone totally nuts — shoved myself so hard in there while I was licking and sucking as if I could force my whole head up inside her pussy. That would be awesome!

Anyway, when it seemed she might be coming back to life, I got to my feet in front of her and asked, “Are you my sex doll? My toy?”

“Uhh…” she blinked, before adding with a grin, “Of course I am.”

“And will you do whatever I want?”

“Yep, I will. Anything.”

I climbed up on the sofa and stood, naked, with one foot on either side of her. Jess was still fully clothed in that beautiful pink satin dress, except for not wearing any panties. I wanted her to stay that way a while longer ‘cause I loved how it made her look, and also I loved the contrast with me being nude like she really was a toy I was playing with. 

“I want you to lick me,” I said, stepping in closer. I took her head in my hands and held it right in front of my bald mound. “Lick my pussy. Make me come in your mouth.”

As I pulled Jessica’s face into my crotch, she giggled happily and began licking. I was so excited, though, so extremely turned on, that I just sort of started humping her mouth. 

I held her head really tight and pushed myself against her, sliding up and down faster and faster and faster while looking down at that cute little girl face, watching as it got all shiny with my juices — until I had this huge screaming orgasm, so loud I wondered if our mothers might hear me. I hoped they would!

 

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As the girls had sex in the living room, their two moms were in a frenzy of their own in the master bedroom. 

The special laptop was open on Nora’s bed, offering a slideshow of some of the hottest, dirtiest, most illicit photos from her extensive collection. That wasn’t attracting too much attention, however, because the women were all over each other, clutching, grabbing, kissing, groping, sucking. 

First they traded arousing stories about the forbidden things they’d done so far with their daughters — showing them pornography, masturbating with them, Karen going all the way with other women right in front of Jessica — and now both were describing what they wanted to do next. 

“Sit on her face,” panted Karen, “grind my fucking pussy in her mouth!”

“My finger deep inside her sweet vagina, making her come!” growled Nora. 

“Then a 69, sucking her clit while she sucks mine!”

“I’ll fuck my little girl, pussy to pussy!”

They’d been at it for less than an hour, but Nora had climaxed twice already and Karen at least three or four times. These orgasms had mostly been self-induced as the women frantically rubbed themselves, nearly out of their minds with incestuous lesbian lust. 

They couldn’t maintain this wild pace forever, though, and soon eased into more conventional lovemaking. 

 

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After I came in Jessica’s mouth, humping her face, we decided it was time to go in my bedroom. I finally let her take her clothes off, and then we sat naked in front of my computer for a while, watching lesbian porn and talking about what all those hot sexy women and girls on the screen were doing. We masturbated, with both of us coming again. Then we brushed our teeth and got in bed.

“I’m so happy,” I said, laying on top of my girlfriend and squeezing her tightly. “I love you so much, and I love my mom, and I love your mom too. I’m just so happy!”

“Me too,” she croaked, “but you’re crushing the breath outta me!”

“Oh, sorry,” I laughed, as I relaxed my grip and moved a little to the side. “I didn’t realize how strong I was.”

“Yeah. Remember, you’re way bigger than I am. But that’s okay, I love knowing how much you love me.”

“I do, Jess. More than anything, forever.” I brought my mouth to hers and we kissed a lover’s kiss. 

 

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The women’s torrent of words gradually slowed as mouths became engaged in kissing lips or sucking nipples or licking clits. Their smooth bodies slippery with sweat and vaginal secretions, they writhed on the bed, sliding easily from one position to the next. Karen adored Nora’s breasts and loved sucking on her nipples while humping her leg. Nora couldn’t get enough of Karen’s beautiful pussy, whether licking, finger-fucking, or tongue-fucking. And for both, simply kissing was a supremely erotic act. 

That was where they found themselves as the evening grew late. Lying side by side on the rumpled sheets, the laptop screen long gone dark, legs and arms entwined, softly kissing, sharing endearments, thoughts now turning from fantasy to the reality of what their future might hold. 

“But do you think all of this will happen? Ever, really?” asked Karen. 

“Yes, absolutely. I’m positive that it will. If you want it, that is.”

“You know I do.”

“So do I. And I’m certain Lia wants it too. I mean, you should see her face when she’s staring at my pussy while I play with myself. It reminds me of when she was a baby or a toddler, and I was breastfeeding her. She’d look at my tits and my nipples like there was nothing more she wanted in the world. And when we masturbate together, she gets that same look now, so hungry, her eyes wide, licking her lips…”

“Wow, nice.”

“Uh-huh,” Nora nodded. “But what about Jessica. Do you think she might be, you know, into it?”

“Yeah, I’m pretty sure she would. I mean, she’s come along really happily with everything so far, no problem at all. She seems totally cool with it, you know, all that crazy stuff that goes on at our house. Having sex with me would be, well, it’d be a big deal for sure, but not that much more than what’s already happened. And I don’t think it’s made her, like, maladjusted or anything, do you? She seems fine to me.”

With a chuckle, Nora said, “No, I don’t think she’s maladjusted at all. Jessica is about as happy and confident as any kid could ever be.”

“I know. I’m pretty proud of her. But, um, I have a question.”

“Yes?”

“You said something a minute ago, I think, about breastfeeding Lia when she was a toddler. Is that right?”

“Uh-huh.”

“Well, I mean, how old was she when you were doing that?”

“Um, I finally stopped around the time she turned four. Of course I didn’t have any milk by then, or not very much anyway. Lia still loved breastfeeding maybe once or twice a day, though, and I loved it too. But I figured I’d have to break us of the habit before she went to kindergarten. You know, to keep from bringing up awkward questions.”

“Yeah… so did it, um, turn you on?”

“Actually, no, not really. At least not at the time. Later, though, long after we’d stopped, I’d often think about it when I masturbated. While I played with my pussy, I’d imagine she was still sucking my nipples at age seven or eight or nine — and that would make me come really hard. In fact, that’s when I started fantasizing about actually having sex with her, making love with my own daughter. That led to my obsession with pictures of naked little girls, and, well, here we are now.”

“Yes, here we are now,” purred Karen while fondling her lover’s breast, bringing the nipple erect. “And I need to come again. Are you up for one more, maybe?”

“Only one?” Nora leered, wagging her eyebrows. “I can do better than that, I think.”

“Ooh, goody,” Karen sighed as their mouths came together.  

 

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While I was catching my breath between kisses, I asked, “What do you think our moms are doing now?”

Jess shrugged. “Fucking. Just like we are.”

That made me giggle. “You’re probably right. Do you wish we could watch ‘em?”

“Well, maybe we could. I’ve watched my mom plenty of times. It’d just be up to your mother, I guess.”

“Yeah… maybe… so, um, tell me again what it’s like for you when you watch your mom have sex. I mean, I’ve watched her too, but I really love it when you tell me how excited it gets you.”

“Okay, sure,” she said. “It’s always totally great, of course, but… I think the best time was on her birthday, last summer in July, before I met you. I didn’t tell you about that yet, did I?”

“No, I don’t think so. What happened on her birthday?”

“Well, it started in the morning while I was eating cereal and she was drinking coffee. She’d already opened her presents. Margaret had taken me out a few days before and helped me shop for some nice things for her. And she liked what I gave her. But then my mom said what she really wanted for her birthday was just to have orgasms all day long, like one after the other, from breakfast until she went to bed at night.”

“Oh my god, really?”

“Uh-huh. And so right away after she said that, Freja got down between my mom’s legs and started licking her. All she had on that morning was a robe with no panties or anything under it. So now she’s sitting there with her legs spread, her robe wide open, and Freja’s eating her. Then Sophie starts kissing my mom and playing with her tits and sucking her nipples, and in just a couple minutes she came.”

“That’s pretty hot,” I told her. I had a hand between my legs now, rubbing my clit. “Did you, I mean, were you playing with yourself too?”

“No, not yet. It all happened so fast. I was still eating my cereal when she came the first time. But then after that, my mom got up on the table and laid on her back and she had all three of them, Freja and Sophie and Margaret too, take turns licking her so she could have orgasms with all of ‘em. And while that was happening, I pushed down my pajama bottoms and start playing with myself and I came when she did, maybe the second or third time.”

“Jeez, your mom is amazing.” 

“Yeah, she is. Um, so, she went in the family room after that and started watching a bunch of porn. All those kinds of movies she especially likes, you know, ones called ‘Mommy and Me’ and stuff like that. She sat there naked on the couch for a long time, like maybe three or four hours, rubbing herself and coming again and again. During that she also asked Sophie to call some of her friends and ask ‘em if they would come over.”

“Sophie’s friends or your moms?” I asked.

“Actually I think it was both. Because pretty soon, by the afternoon, there were lots of different ladies there, some I’d seen before and some I hadn’t. I guess there mighta been fifteen or twenty of ‘em, all having sex, some with each other but mostly with my mom. They’d, like, get in a line and one after the other kneel down in front of her and lick her until she came.”

“Were you watching this the whole time, all those hours?”

“No, not really the whole time. I watched for a couple hours in the morning when she was just masturbating by herself. Well, not all by herself, because Sophie was with her some of the time, and Freja too. But they had their regular work to do, I guess, and they weren’t there all the time. Anyway, I watched what most of was happening and I played with myself. But I couldn’t keep up with mom in orgasms. No way. I don’t think anyone can. She’s sort of, y’know, unique or something.”

“Yeah, she really is,” I agreed. 

“Anyway, I got up after a while and went to my room and took a shower and did some other stuff and then I came back downstairs later and Margaret asked what I wanted for lunch. I dunno what I had, just a sandwich or something — oh, wait, now I remember, it was mac and cheese. She had some left over, Margaret did, and she gave me a big bowl of it. Hers is just so good, the best I’ve ever had. I remember thinking how totally great it was to be sitting there in the family room eating mac and cheese and drinking Coke and watching all these naked ladies have sex with my mom. All my favorite stuff all at once.”

“Is that why you said this was, um, your best time watching?”

“No. I mean, that was great. But it was later that night when the best part happened.”

 

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“God, yes, yes, YES!” Nora screamed. 

Karen was finger-fucking her while also sucking a taut nipple. She had two fingers inside, plunging in and out of Nora’s vagina. She’d already made Nora come twice that way and now the woman was climaxing for a third time. Karen was sure that was about all she could take, though, so as the latest orgasm wound down, she lifted her mouth from the breast, withdrew her fingers from the dripping cunt, and carefully mounted her lover, pussy to pussy.

Nora’s face was beaded with sweat, her eyes still closed, features pinched. Occasionally she would shudder as a residual spasm, another jolt of pleasure, seized her. Karen watched and waited, arms extended, holding herself up on the bed. She badly wanted to come one more time, even if Nora couldn’t. Finally, when she saw Nora take a very deep breath and then let it out, and as her body seemed to relax, Karen slowly began to move on top of her. 

“I just want to fuck you,” she whispered. “I love you and I want to fuck you. I wanna come on you.”

Nora opened her eyes. Smiling broadly, she wrapped her legs around Karen’s butt, pulling her close, then reached up to cradle the woman’s lovely face in her hands. 

“Yes, fuck me,” Nora breathed. “Fuck me and come on me.”

 

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“So, what was the best part?” I asked. 

I was still playing with myself, rubbing my clit, as we lay side by side facing one another, a lamp on the bedside table giving some light. The sheets were down near our waists. Jess wasn’t masturbating then, just watching me as she told the story. 

“Um, it was later, after dinner. My mom hadn’t had anything to eat all day, I don’t think. All she’d been doing is watching porn and having sex and always rubbing herself in between. I don’t know how she kept it up for that long. It would kill me. But she’s different. A lot of people if they knew what my mom does might say she’s messed up or something, but it makes me really proud of her. It’s like she’s someone special, kind of like one of those Olympic athletes, you know?”

“Yeah. If they ever had a Sex Olympics, your mom would win for sure.”

“You’re right, she would,” Jess laughed. “Gold Medal for most lesbian orgasms or whatever.”

“And the Bronze Medal and Silver Medal too. She’d win ‘em all. But go on, tell me about the best part.” 

“Okay. Well, anyway, like I was saying, she hadn’t eaten anything, so around five o’clock she finally took a break. Margaret had put together this good healthy meal for us. It was all spread out on the table in the dining room, fresh veggies with yogurt dip along with nuts and berries, and some pasta too and baked salmon and these great roasted sweet potato wedges she makes. Plus there was wine or, if they wanted it, Red Bull for extra energy.”

“Wow, they were serious about it. Like athletes, like you said.”

“Yep. So everybody got plates and dug in. I think there was still at least fifteen women at our house. They stood around talking and eating and drinking, with everyone nude, which was neat to see. I ate too, and so did Sophie and Freja, and of course my mom. It got a little slower for a while after that. They finished eating and just relaxed for maybe another half hour, talking and stuff, until they all went outside to the pool. Some of ‘em went in swimming, but mostly they just sat around, resting. Naturally, though, my mother couldn’t rest for very long. Pretty soon she was rubbing her pussy again. She made herself come once, and then, like they’d done earlier that day inside, they sort of got in line, one lady after the next going down between my mom’s legs, licking her, making her come over and over. They all knew what she wanted, I guess, and they were glad to help her.”

“Oh my god, I can’t believe it. What were you doing then?”

Jess grinned. “Well, that’s why I said this is the best part, because of what happened, what I did with her. See, when we went outside she had me sit beside her, both of us naked, in that big swinging chair we have. You know the one I mean.”

“Uh-huh, yeah.”

“And so, we were just cuddling and stuff, which was really nice. She kissed my head and told me how much she loved me and everything, and I told her happy birthday, and before you know it, she started masturbating, rubbing her pussy with me sitting right next to her. And she was kissing me too at the same time, even putting her tongue in my mouth which she’d never done before.”

My fingers were moving fast on my clit. “God, Jess, you’re gonna make me come.”

“That’s what she did. She came while she was kissing me. But then, after that, when the first one of those women in line started licking her, my mom took my hand and moved it to her tit. That was another thing she’d never done before. She asked me to play with her nipple, and so I did. We were kissing, and when she wasn’t kissing my mouth, when she was maybe looking down at the lady eating her, then I would kiss or lick her neck and talk dirty to her, and also I kept squeezing and pulling her nipple, which really seemed to turn her on.”

“You actually did that?!”

“Uh-huh. That’s why I said this was the best ever. It’s the only time my mom let me touch her that way. We masturbate together pretty often, of course, either in the family room or her room or my room, but it’s always just watching, never really touching. Except for this time.”

“That is so hot.”

“I know, it was. Then, after a little while, we sort of changed positions. I got behind her in the swing, so now she was leaning back against me and I had both hands on her tits, grabbing them pretty hard, but she didn’t seem to mind that. I would suck on her neck, and sometimes she would turn and kiss my mouth, using her tongue, but mostly she watched what the ladies were doing, and of course she kept having orgasms, again and again.”

I was trembling with excitement as I listened to the sexy story, getting very close, my clit throbbing.

“Finally I got so turned on about everything that I absolutely had to touch myself. I squirmed around so I could slide one hand down between us. My legs were already spread apart, with her leaning up against me, and when I got my fingers in there, I discovered I was completely slippery, Lia, all slick and gooey. Some of that stuff was on my mom’s back too.”

“I’m almost there… almost there…”

“My mom could feel what I was doing with my hand and she said, ‘Play with your pussy, baby girl. Come for Mommy!’ And of course it didn’t take me long at all then, being so wet and so ready, holding her tit with one hand, rubbing myself with the other, hearing her talk to me like that. So I —”

But then I heard no more as I exploded into orgasm. 

Turn the page to Chapter 21!

By Naughty Mommy

So, that’s it, the first of those two big things I was talking about before. Masturbating with my mom — that’s pretty huge, right? And the second thing is even bigger, except it didn’t come until a few more weeks went by.

But just imagine what that felt like for me, hearing my mother describe the kind of porn she likes to look at, and then showing me some of those incredible pictures she has of sexy naked girls my age or even younger than me, and then, after that, saying we should masturbate together, which we did!!

Nothing could be much bigger than that. Well, obviously there are some other things, and we’ll get to them soon enough.

But that was just such an amazing night. I’ll never ever forget it.

After I suddenly climaxed, almost without warning, my mom had an orgasm too only a minute or so later. And we didn’t stop then. We kept rubbing ourselves, sitting there on the sofa and watching each other and talking about what we were doing until we both came a couple more times. That was awesome, unbelievably awesome.

When we were finally done, both kind of exhausted, I think, we started getting ready for bed. And you know what? My mom came to my room and asked if I wanted to sleep with her in her bed, “to celebrate our new closeness,” is how she put it. Of course I said yes, and so for the first time since I was a tiny little girl, I climbed in bed with my mother and cuddled with her.

We decided to sleep naked, which was great, because then I could just feel my skin against hers, so warm and soft and comforting, and so so erotic. And, you know, it’s funny, because even though it still wasn’t that late, only about 9:30 when we got under the covers together, I fell asleep really quickly. I guess it was all the excitement I’d experienced that night (not to mention three super orgasms), but once I was in her bed and cuddling with Mom, then almost instantly I slid down into that wonderful, heavy, sort-of-like-melting feeling, when you just totally relax and nothing else matters. Everything is perfect.

 

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Nora felt happier than she’d ever been in her life. Everything was perfect, she couldn’t ask for more. She was in love with a beautiful woman and had shared her deepest, most private secrets with Karen, which had brought the two of them even closer. Now, just this evening, she’d opened up in the same way with Lia, not only telling her daughter about her collection of illicit photos of underage girls, but actually showing a few of them to her.

Then she’d taken it another step further, admitting her forbidden incestuous desires for Lia, or at least hinting at them, and the results had been better than she’d hoped. It was nearly impossible to believe, and yet it was true: Nora had begun a sexual relationship with her daughter, a twelve-year-old adolescent. They’d masturbated together, watched each other climax, and now they were in bed, naked, spooning like lovers.

As Nora held the girl in her arms, her breasts pressing against Lia’s back, Lia’s small bottom nestling warmly in Nora’s crotch, she nuzzled her neck, inhaling her scent, nibbling and softly kissing. The only response was a slight stir and a faint, nearly inaudible moan. The child was already fast asleep.

For the woman, sleep would not come quite so easily. Too many thoughts were swirling around in Nora’s head. She was elated, certainly, with what had happened up to this point, but she wanted more. Having seen Lia naked, and having watched as she played with her little pussy, fingers massaging the bald mound, dipping inside that puffy, juicy slit, bringing herself to repeated climaxes, and then having done the same in return, spreading her legs, parting her labia, exposing her vagina, fucking her cunt with her fingers until she came explosively with Lia watching — after all this, Nora still wanted more. She needed more.

Simply looking would never be enough. It couldn’t be. Nora ached to touch her daughter intimately, to feel her own fingers caressing the girl’s beautiful smooth skin, then slipping between her legs, finding the delicious moist heat at her center. And even more, to have her lips and tongue there, to kiss and lick and taste, not stopping until Lia came in her mouth. Nora had to have it.

And she was certain that she would, someday, perhaps soon. But not tonight. Lia had drifted off to sleep already, and besides, it was a school night. There would be time for all that, plenty of time later for every single one of Nora’s hottest fantasies to finally come true.

Although this thought was reassuring, and somewhat satisfying, it didn’t quench her insatiable lust. So, with one arm still around Lia, holding her, Nora shifted slightly in the bed, parting her thighs just enough so she could slide a hand down there to rub herself. One last orgasm and then she would be done.

It was thrilling to do it that way, teasing her swollen clit with her fingertips as she nuzzled her daughter’s neck. As aroused as Nora was, the first climax came rather quickly, but it turned out one more wasn’t enough after all. Her second was more languid, slower, longer, wetter, a rolling wave that seemed to go on and on, surge after surge of ecstatic pleasure, almost unending.

With a final shudder, it was over. Nora panted, licking salty sweat from her upper lip. Still trembling, she withdrew her fingers from her slit. They were soaked with her juices. She brought them to her mouth, taking a lick and tasting herself, loving the flavor, but then had an even better, naughtier idea.

Gently she wrapped her free arm around Lia again, pulling her daughter close, warm skin on warm skin. She allowed her fingertips to tenderly glide over the girl’s cheeks, her nose, her chin, her lips, leaving a glaze of wetness from Nora’s cunt.

Now at last she could sleep. She let out a heavy, contented sigh, smiling to herself, happy with the world. And just as she was about to drop off, Nora heard a quiet voice, barely a whisper. It was Lia, murmuring, “G’night, Mom. I love you.”

 

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The rest of that week was fantastic, as it seemed all the weeks were now. My mom and I were so happy together, always smiling and laughing, hugging and kissing, giving lots of affection and sharing our feelings way more than we ever had.

It was just so great. Plus, of course, I had a girlfriend. I was in love! Weirdly, it was almost like having two girlfriends, Jess and my mom both. At school every day and after school, I would be with Jessica, loving her, and at home every night I was with Mom, loving her. We didn’t sleep together in the same bed, ‘cause for some reason Mom said we shouldn’t make a habit of it, but we did masturbate together again, every single night in fact for the rest of that week, Tuesday, Wednesday, and Thursday. Awesome!

We also started making plans for a double sleepover. On the following Friday, Jessica and her mother, Karen, were going to have dinner with us at our house and then they would both spend the night. Yay! I wished we could do that during the week too, but Mom told me sleepovers — for the adults or for the kids — could only be on the weekends because she had to focus on her career, on doing her job, and I had to concentrate on schoolwork. After we finished dinner and did the dishes she always carefully checked my homework making sure it was done, and done correctly, before opening up her secret laptop to show me her favorite sexy pictures of young naked girls, and then we watched each other masturbate, coming again and again.

Finally it was Friday. I was feeling all jittery and excited about it, and I made sure right after school to get my homework done perfectly so that would be totally out of the way. Jess didn’t come home with me that day like she usually would (or maybe I’d go to her house), but just went straight home instead. She said her mom wanted to help her get all dressed up for our special evening and put some makeup on her and stuff.

I decided to wear a really short skirt, the shortest one I had. My legs are pretty long, even though they’re skinny, but I guess they look all right. Everyone says they do, anyhow. My mom and Jessica and her mom, and even the maids over at their house, they’re always telling me what nice legs I have. So I wore this super short pleated red skirt that night, one that barely covers my bottom. The skirt is actually one I’ve had for years, since I was in third grade, but it doesn’t look old or anything and still fits my waist because it’s elastic. I put on a tight V-neck sweater too, with nothing on underneath. I didn’t have any cleavage yet, of course, but at least I could let them look at my chest. Then I asked my mom to put some makeup on me, which she did. Not very much, just a little bit. I liked how it made me feel sort of grown-up.

The doorbell rang at a little after 6:00, and I answered it. Karen was wearing jeans, which kind of surprised me, except they were very tight and really showed off her shapely legs and her perfect butt, especially with the high heels she had on. Her blouse was white and, like, completely see-through, not hiding a thing. You could easily see her tits and her dark brown nipples. It made my mouth water.

“Ooh, sweetie, don’t you look adorable,” said Karen to me as they came in and she kissed my cheek. “Check out those long legs of yours, so sexy and gorgeous.” (See? What did I tell you!)

Jess wore a brand new dress, one I hadn’t seen before, pink satin with white lace trim. It was extremely girly and yet way hot at the same time. I mean, what an amazing package she was — so short and with the cutest little girl face, wearing a beautiful dress like you might see on a collector doll, but with those lovely titties of hers poking through the thin fabric, and with makeup on, a lot more than I had, blush and eyeliner and eyeshadow and red lipstick — as if she was half a woman and half a little kid, but all crazy hot!

I just stood there staring. I hadn’t even closed the front door. Jessica giggled, then gave me a hug and kissed my lips. “Hey, lover,” she cooed.

“Oh, um, hey,” I grinned. “God, you look so great.”

“Thanks. So do you.”

I finally shut the door, and we went into the dining room. My mom was there, getting everything fixed up on the table. She was in a short skirt too, almost as short as mine, but hers was brown leather. And she had a low-cut sweater on as well, except unlike me she does have plenty of cleavage. Her boobs were practically spilling out.

“Wow,” purred Karen, “you look good enough to eat.”

Mom placed a hand on her waist, cocking her hips, thrusting out her chest. “Mmm, I’m hoping you will.”

A couple weeks earlier, it would have astonished me to see my mother behave that way, maybe knocked me out cold. But now, after everything I’d witnessed at Jessica’s house and especially with this new relationship I had with my mom, looking at porn with her every night before bed, masturbating together and seeing her wet pussy right there in front of me, I guess I was just getting used to it. I laughed along with the others and we sat down for our meal.

We had a pretty quick dinner. Instead of cooking, Mom had just ordered some yummy potato soup from the deli along with a loaf of French bread and a green salad. There was ice cream for dessert. It was really nice, and we chatted and had a good time while we ate, but I think we were all definitely looking forward to what would come next.

Now, we hadn’t actually talked about it, so I didn’t know if we might do something special like, you know, the sort of stuff that went on nearly every night at Karen’s, watching lesbian movies and having tons of sex out in the open.

That wasn’t it, though. Instead, my mom just stacked the dishes in the sink, and the women said goodnight, giving us each long kisses on the lips, then went off to my mother’s bedroom, closing the door behind them.

My girlfriend and I stood in the living room, holding hands. Jess turned and looked at me, smiling. “So, what do you wanna do?”

“Well… you know.”

She wagged her eyebrows. “Yeah, that’s what I wanna do too. But I mean, here, or in your room?”

Strangely, that idea had never occurred to me, doing it anywhere except the bedroom. Jess and I had made love several times by then, but it had always taken place either in her bed or in mine. Or at least on the bed if not in the bed. I’d seen sex happen elsewhere, mostly in the family room at Jessica’s, yet I’d never thought about it for us.

Now I did. I looked around the room and my gaze fell on the sofa. Hmm… that was where I’d masturbated with my mother the last four evenings in a row. Was that the same thing as having sex? It almost was, right? Not quite, maybe, but just about. I felt a shiver of excitement as I realized how close she and I were getting to that.

“Um, let’s do it on the sofa, okay? We can go to my room later, but first I want to do it here.”

Jess squeezed my hand. “Sure, that sounds good.” She knew all about what I’d been doing with my mom, of course. I told her everything.

After leading her over there, I slid the coffee table back a bit, out of the way, then said, “So, like, sit down, except take your panties off first.”

“What panties?”

I laughed out loud. “You’re not wearing any panties?!”

“Nope.”

“God, I love you.” I hugged her and kissed her mouth. “You are so great.”

“Thanks,” she giggled, returning the kiss. “So you don’t want me to take my dress off or anything?”

“No, I mean, I love the way you look. Just like a little sex doll or something. I want you to stay exactly that way, and I want to, you know, lick you.”

She giggled again. “Okay, you can.”

Jessica sat down, demurely at first, like a refined lady would, smoothing the pink satin over her lap. Then, very slowly, she began spreading her legs while drawing the material up higher, inch by inch. Her bare thighs came into view, and at last her crotch, that wonderful pussy of hers, so sweet and luscious with just a sparse covering of curly brown hair.

I licked my lips as I stared at her. How lucky I was to have such a beautiful girlfriend, and to have such a hot mom, and to have a girlfriend with a hot mom! I had everything!!

“What’re you smiling about?” Jess asked.

“Oh, I was just thinking how lucky I am. How happy I am.”

“Good, I’m glad. I really really am. But, um, your cute little sex doll wants to come. Will you lick me now?”

“Yeah, of course I will. Except I wanna get naked first.”

This was the second time that I’d really taken control of our lovemaking. Usually, as I’ve mentioned before, Jess would mostly be the one in charge, the one on top. And I’m perfectly fine with that. It works for us. But sometimes there are certain things I badly want, and when there are, I’ll say so. As I did now.

“I wanna get naked — but not you, okay? Because you’re my sex doll. You’re my toy, and I can play with you any way I want, all right?”

“Sure, that’s fine,” she laughed. “You can do anything you want with me, Lia. Anything.”

I pulled my sweater up over my head, tossing it aside. I was already barefoot, having taken off my low-heeled shoes (which weren’t very comfortable) during dinner. My little skirt with the elastic waistband was easy to push down together with my panties at the same time, and I stepped out of them.

Now I wore nothing. I stood proudly in front of my girlfriend, showing her my flat chest and my hairless pussy. I knew she loved me just as I was, with my skinny body, not like a woman at all.

“I can do anything?” I asked.

“Uh-huh.”

“Can I fuck you with my tongue? Or with my fingers? Can I fuck your ass if I feel like it?”

Her eyes went wide, but she nodded. “Uh-huh, yeah. Anything.”

“And will you do whatever I ask you to do?”

“Yeah, I will. I promise.”

She was squirming, and as I watched, her hands slid between her legs and she began rubbing herself. It was turning Jessica on, hearing me talk that way, and it was turning me on too. My pussy tingled, and I knew I was getting wet inside. I almost couldn’t believe I was saying all those things, but I felt so free that night, so safe with everyone and everything that I could do whatever I wanted and nothing would be wrong.

“Keep playing with your pussy,” I said, as I got down on my knees in front of her. “I want to watch you.”

“Okay. I like it when you watch.”

I let her masturbate for a minute, and then I said, “Show me your clit.”

“All right,” she giggled. And as I watched, Jess carefully pulled her pussy lips back, revealing a shiny pink bud.

“Rub it for me.”

“Can I lick my finger first? I mean, it’s really sensitive.”

“I know. But, um, instead of licking your finger, put it inside your, you know, your vagina, and get it wet that way.”

“Okay.”

With her left hand, she held her labia apart, keeping her clit exposed while dipping her other hand down into her slit. Jess was already very juicy, as usual. I like to call her my ‘cream factory’ because of how wet and gooey she gets.

“Now play with your clit. Tickle it with your wet finger.”

“Okay.”

As her finger made contact with the tip of her swollen bud, her body jerked and she let out a whimper. “It’s, wow, it’s…”

“Play with it like a good little sex doll. Tickle your clit. I want you to come for me.”

By this time I was rubbing my own pussy as well, and I was getting pretty close. I was kneeling between her legs, my face just an inch or two from Jessica’s crotch. Her thighs were spread wide, and her tiny pink vagina gaped open. The aroma of sex was strong (though I’m sure some of that was mine too), and I could feel the heat coming from inside her as that slippery finger teased her clit. Her whimpering was louder now and she was breathing hard, almost panting. She was nearly there.

I took a moment to glance at her face, made up so beautifully, with that sexy red lipstick reapplied after we ate. Her eyes were tightly closed now, squeezed shut as she concentrated on all the exquisite feelings. Then, as I was watching, her face became deeply flushed, like she was holding her breath, until suddenly she squealed.

Quickly I looked at her pussy again. It was obvious Jess was climaxing, both from the ecstatic sounds she made and also from the way I could see her vagina pulsating. I mean, literally I saw that pink hole open and close, open and close, with more creamy white goo flowing out every time as she grunted and groaned. I’d never seen that before, not like this, and it was so totally hot!!

It turned me on so much, in fact, that I forgot all about masturbating myself and instead just dove in — shoving my face between her legs, clamping my mouth over her pussy, licking and sucking and swallowing — eating my girlfriend as much and as fast as I could.

In response, Jess grabbed my head, pulling me against her, wrapping her legs around my back, forcing her pussy into my mouth. I heard her cry out, felt her body shaking over and over and over, and I knew for sure that she was coming, either again or still, as if maybe she never had stopped.

Chapter 20 is a click away!

By Naughty Mommy

Two big things happened after that. Well, actually, there were more than two big things, but it was the first two big things that led to all the other big things.

While we were eating our breakfast that morning (after Margaret had practically smothered both me and Jessica with her huge boob squeezes), Jess asked where her mom was, since normally she would be up and having coffee with us by that time. But then Margaret told us Karen wasn’t home… because she’d spent the night with my mom! Oh my god, so cool!

Once we’d heard this news, Jess and I couldn’t stop talking about it, how great it was, and I saw that Sophie and Margaret were also smiling an awful lot. They seemed really happy the way things were going, with us falling love, me and Jess, and with our moms apparently becoming lovers at the same time.

I sure was excited about everything. I held hands with Jess pretty much all morning, even while we were eating, and she and I kissed a whole lot too — right in the open in front of Margaret and Sophie, which is something we hadn’t done that much before. It just felt like love was all around us. Maybe that sounds sort of stupid, I don’t know and I don’t really care, ‘cause I felt so fantastic!

And you know what? That awesome news about our mothers spending the night together isn’t even one of the big things I mentioned earlier. Just wait till you hear!

So, okay, the first of those things happened the following night, on Monday after dinner. It turned out I stayed most of the day on Sunday at Jessica’s house, since it wasn’t until pretty late in the afternoon when our two moms finally showed up. And talk about looking happy! They were both smiling like crazy, and they couldn’t seem to stop holding hands or touching each other, just like me and Jess.

Mom and I drove home fairly soon after that. I noticed she seemed kind of nervous or something, still really cheerful but like she had something on her mind and couldn’t decide what to say about it. This made me a little nervous too, naturally. Later, though, when I found out the next day what the deal was, what she was thinking about, everything turned out just fine. In fact, way more than fine!

She got home from work on Monday at the regular time, around 6:00, gave me a kiss and asked me how my day had gone at school and everything, just the usual stuff. Then she went to her bedroom and took off her work clothes, coming back a few minutes later wearing tight jeans and a lavender polo shirt — obviously without a bra under it. Her boobs were swaying, her nipples sticking out.

“You look really nice, Mom,” I said, sort of trying to flirt with her.

She winked at me, “Thank you, darling,” then headed for the kitchen to start making dinner for us. I went back to watching TV.

Later, though, after she and I finished cleaning up the dishes together, Mom told me she wanted to have a little chat. It seemed pretty obvious that she was ready now to talk to me about whatever it was that had been on her mind the day before.

We sat down on the sofa in the living room, side by side. She’d poured herself another glass of wine, and before beginning the conversation, took a long drink. Then she set the glass down and patted my leg, smiling warmly as she said, “I know I don’t say this enough, but Lia, I love you very much.”

It seemed to me that she said it a lot, or at least she had been lately, for the past couple of weeks. Anyway, I just said, “I love you too, Mom.”

“And I want you to know I’m very happy about you and Jessica, about your relationship. I hadn’t realized quite how far you two had progressed until Karen told me about it. But I’m totally fine with that, very very pleased, okay?”

“Sure, um, okay.”

“I think it’s wonderful that you’ve found someone you love. She’s an absolutely darling girl, just adorable. And, uh, I don’t mind at all whatever you and she do together. I approve of it completely. There’s no problem. You don’t have to hide or pretend that nothing’s going on, all right? You can feel free with her around me.”

I didn’t say anything in reply to that, simply nodded, but my heart was beating fast. I wondered where this might be going.

“Also, as I’m sure you’ve figured out, Jessica’s mother and I have, well, have begun a relationship of our own. She and I are lovers… and I hope and believe we’ll be more than just lovers. I think we may in fact be together for a very long time.”

She paused for a moment. I smiled at her and said, “That’s nice, Mom. I’m really glad.”

“Thank you, sweetheart. I do hope you and Jessica will be together too for a long time. I’d like all four of us to be close, very close.”

What did that mean?! She couldn’t actually be saying what I thought was saying, could she??

My mother gazed steadily into my eyes. She licked her lips. I could see that she was breathing kind of heavy, apparently becoming aroused. Her hand was on my shoulder, but now she caressed my neck, very softly. That tickled a little bit, but it also turned me on, a lot. She licked her lips again, then slowly leaned toward me and kissed my mouth.

Her lips were soft and warm on mine. It felt totally great. She held the kiss for a long time too, several seconds anyway, definitely a lot longer than you’d expect a mom to do with her kid. I loved it.

As my mother pulled back from the kiss, she had that look in her eyes again, like I’d seen when she got in bed with me at night, or the way she’d stared at my naked body in the changing room at Victoria’s Secret. It was a look that said she wanted me, wanted to make love with me, with her daughter.

Oh my god, was it possible that some of my hottest fantasies were about to come true? Having sex with my own mom? Could it be?

I suddenly realized my legs were jiggling, my hands shaking. In fact, my whole body was trembling with excitement. I tried to calm down and sit still, but I just couldn’t. I was too worked up.

Then Mom said, “I have a confession to make, honey, something important I need to tell you.”

I could barely speak at this point, but somehow managed to squeak out, “Um… all right.”

“I’m pretty sure by now,” she began, “that you know all about masturbation.”

My eyes went wide.

She didn’t seem to notice this, though, and continued, “I, well, I know I really should have talked with you about all those things long before this. You know, about the facts of life and so on. I’m sorry I didn’t. I’m sorry for a lot of things. I haven’t spent nearly as much time with you as I wish I had for the last few years. But, anyway, that’s all past. Starting now I’m going to be a lot more open with you. And I hope you will be with me too, okay?”

“Sure, okay.”

“So, the thing is, I masturbate a lot myself. Of course, that’s not exactly news. Most women and most girls do it. Everyone does. But, uh… that’s not what I wanted to tell you about. It’s, it’s what I use when I masturbate, the kind of… pornography I like.”

“Really?”

“Uh-huh,” she nodded.

Oddly, when she started talking with me about this, I found myself getting more relaxed. I guess that was because I was so interested, so curious about what I might hear.

“First, I should tell you that, even though I was married for a few years to your father, I’m not sure I ever was heterosexual. I may have thought I was growing up, but I think I was just confused. Once I began, um, dating women, following the divorce, I realized that I’d always been a lesbian. I’d always liked girls, been much more excited by girls than boys. You know what I mean?”

“Yeah,” I grinned.

Mom squeezed my shoulder, then picked up her glass and took another drink of wine. Setting the glass down again, she said, “I apologize for not coming out and telling you about my orientation before this. But I suppose you may have figured that out on your own.”

“Well, except you never really dated anyone that I can remember. Before Karen, I mean.”

“Yes, I guess that’s right. I haven’t dated at all for several years, and before that, when you were younger, I was rather secretive about it.”

She looked at me, evidently waiting for a response. I just shrugged and said, “Okay.”

“What I’m telling you is, I am a lesbian. I want to be clear about that, Lia, and make sure you’re okay with it.”

“Yeah, of course,” I said, shrugging again.

“Good.” She took another sip of wine, and then another, emptying the glass. She smacked her lips. “Now, let’s talk about pornography.”

 

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At Karen’s house that night, pornography was on the menu too. She and her daughter hadn’t really said much about it, though. After they finished their dinner, Karen simply took Jess by the hand and led her from the dining room into the family room. There she switched on the big screen TV, which started up in the middle of a wild lesbian orgy — half a dozen women and teenage girls, naked and sweaty, kissing and touching and licking and finger-fucking, screaming as they climaxed.

Instead of focusing on the movie, however, Karen quickly took off all her clothes and asked Jessica to do the same, which the child happily did.

Standing nude in front of her daughter, facing toward her, Karen said, “I really need to come,” as she began massaging her pussy with both hands.

“Okay,” Jess giggled.

“And I’d like to see you come too,” Karen added with a saucy wink, “if you want to, that is.”

“Yeah, okay, sure.” Jessica opened her legs and started playing with herself as she watched her mom masturbate.

They were alone in the family room. Jess had seen Sophie only briefly after school, and following dinner, Margaret and Freja both had disappeared. Evidently Karen wanted it this way, just the two of them.

“That’s right, baby girl,” said Karen, licking her lips and staring at Jessica’s crotch. “Do it for Mommy.”

In response, Jess slid down a bit on the couch and spread her legs even wider. With her fingers she opened her labia, giving her mother a good look at her juicy vagina.

“Fuck, yeah!” hissed Karen.

Squatting slightly, the woman pushed two fingers up inside her own cunt, groaning with pleasure. She was extremely wet.

 

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My mother reached around beside the sofa for a briefcase, which I hadn’t noticed was there, and opened it, taking out a laptop. I’d never seen that computer before.

She started it up after entering a long password, but before letting me see what was on the screen, she said, “I think that, um, that everyone has their own individual taste in pornography. Some people don’t watch it at all, of course, though I’m pretty sure most adults do at various times, and a lot of kids too, naturally. But, uh… everyone just finds what they like best, what turns them on the most. You know what I mean?”

I shrugged. “I guess so.”

“Well, so, for me,” she continued, “the thing I find most exciting is pictures and occasionally movies of… well, of young girls. Sexy naked little girls. Not women, but girls in their teens or even younger.”

I’m sure my eyes were popping out at that point, and I know I was breathing fast. I’d sort of suspected this, or something like it, but actually hearing her say those words was mind-blowing.

Mom smiled. She leaned over to give me a soft kiss on the lips, then turned the laptop toward me.

The first thing we looked at was a set of pictures, three girls probably around my age, about twelve or thirteen. They were supposed to be having a party or something, dressed in colorful costumes, but then right away they started taking off their clothes.

After a few more photos, all three girls were naked — and the thing is, there were some really close-up shots of their pussies, and you know what? They were wet! All three of them! You could easily see the gooey wetness around their pussy lips. Oh my god!

I’d never in my life seen anything like that, didn’t even know it existed. I’d watched porn on my own computer lots of times, but the women were always grownups, or at least eighteen years old, I guess. They certainly weren’t kids like me — or like these girls. This definitely was something new.

It really turned me on, and it obviously turned my mother on too. As we were gazing at one of the tight shots of a young girl’s wet pussy, she put a hand between her legs and started rubbing herself, through her jeans.

When she saw that I was watching her, Mom grinned and said, “Karen told me that she, uh, that she’s masturbated in front of you, honey, that you’ve watched her. And that’s fine. I don’t mind at all.”

I sort of shook my head, feeling dazed.

“In fact,” said my mom, “I was thinking that you and I might do the same thing, masturbate together, okay? But if you don’t want to, that’s all right. We don’t have to.”

“No, I, I, I want to, I do,” I stammered. It was hard to get the words out. My heart was pounding, my thoughts racing. But I didn’t want her to stop. Not for a second. I wanted to do it with her!

 

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It took Karen almost no time at all. Within less than a minute of fucking herself while looking hungrily at her daughter’s pussy, she suddenly cried, “Oh god, I’m gonna come!”

The woman exploded into orgasm, her slim body shuddering with each powerful spasm as fragrant juices dripped from her fingers onto the floor.

Jessica wasn’t far behind. Watching her mom reach climax would nearly always put her over the top. Just a few more seconds of frantically rubbing her swollen clit, and then the girl was coming too.

 

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“You realize, of course,” said my mother, “that all this has to be kept secret, okay? About, uh, what you and I are going to do, and also about the sort of porn I have. Karen knows about that, and it’s fine if you tell Jess about it, but absolutely no one else, all right? It’s just too risky. I’m taking a chance sharing this with you, but I really want you to know.”

As she said this, she and I were staring at a photo of those three young girls with their legs spread wide, smiling and showing us their pussies. One of the girls had very little hair, pubic hair, I mean. She was still almost bald, like me. The other two had some hair, but not really that much. And all three were very wet. It was so hot!

My mom was continuing to rub herself. By now, in fact, she’d opened her jeans and had a hand down inside her panties. I hadn’t really started yet, but I was definitely planning to.

“So, are you certain you understand that, Lia? About keeping this a secret? Masturbating together, and… and looking at this kind of porn, with underage girls?”

She was looking at me, waiting for an answer. My mind had been zooming along at a million miles an hour, filled with all kinds of thoughts, and it hadn’t occurred to me that I was expected to say something. But then I kicked myself into gear, and said, “I mean, um, yeah, sure, of course.”

“Okay, good.”

My mother smiled and gave me a quick kiss on the cheek. Placing the laptop on the coffee table, she stood up for a moment to push her jeans and her panties down around her ankles, then sat down again.

“Are you going to do it too?” she asked. “I’d really like to watch you.”

I was watching her, my eyes wide, mouth hanging open, as my mom’s fingers caressed her pussy lips. It was so unbelievable. I’d never thought this would really happen, and now it was.

“Lia?”

I blinked. “Oh — yeah, sorry.” I opened my own shorts and shoved them down to my knees, along with my panties.

My mother and I began to masturbate together, watching each other.

 

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“God, I love watching you,” said Karen to the twelve-year-old. “You’re so fucking hot and you turn me on so much.”

The woman greedily sucked her juicy fingers, which she’d just removed from deep inside her own cunt after bringing herself to orgasm, as she stood in front of her daughter, staring unashamedly at the child’s exposed vagina.

“Thanks, Mom,” Jessica grinned. “You turn me on too. I think you’re really hot.”

The girl sitting on the couch was completely nude, as was her mother, and was still breathing heavily as she recovered from a powerful climax of her own. But in response to the words, and to that lustful stare, Jess raised both of her feet up, placing them on the edge of the seat cushion, then spread her legs as wide as she possibly could, arching her pelvis, luridly displaying her sex while using her fingers to pull her pussy lips back.

They’d played this game many times before, masturbating together and talking dirty, getting each other very excited. In fact, they’d been doing it since Jessica was only nine or ten years old. But it seemed somehow different now. Jess had the growing feeling that her mom might be almost ready to take things a step further, to go beyond just looking and talking, maybe even go all the way with her.

Would tonight be the night? Jessica hoped it would be. She fantasized about that all the time. So she said, “Um, are you, I mean, are you done? Or do you still want more?”

“I always want more,” replied the woman with a leer and throaty chuckle. “You know that.”

“Okay, good.”

Karen took a deep breath and licked her lips as she gazed at her daughter’s beautiful naked body. “Why don’t you… let’s do this one, okay?”

They changed position. Karen lay on the floor, on her back, and Jess stood over her, feet on either side of her head. Slowly she squatted down, bringing her sex to within a few inches of her mother’s mouth, and then began to masturbate again.

“Look at me, Mommy,” said the child. “Look at my pussy. Do you like it? Does it turn you on?”

“Oh, fuck!” Karen grunted, reaching climax almost instantly. She enjoyed three more orgasms that way, with Jessica’s pussy hovering just above her face, and the girl came a couple of times too.

It turned out, though, that this was all they did that night, nothing more. They watched each other and played with themselves, but as for actually having sex, that would have to wait. Jess fervently hoped it wouldn’t be too long.

 

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I can’t tell you how awesome that was, masturbating right in front of my mom while she watched me and as she played with herself too. It was like something out of a dream, a scene that I never could have imagined only a few weeks before. I mean, we were really doing it. I was rubbing myself while my mother stared at my bald pussy and at the same time I was watching her fingers massage her clit and even slide up inside her slippery wet vagina. Oh my god!

Just think back. Two months earlier we’d moved to a new city and I had to start at a different school. Luckily I met Jessica pretty soon and then I met her mom, and right after that suddenly everything began to change. Now here I was sitting on the sofa with my legs spread wide, my shorts and panties on the floor, with my mother watching me masturbate and while I watched her do the same thing.

In a way it’s kind of embarrassing to admit that I was actually thinking about all that stuff while we were doing what we were doing, but I can’t help it. That’s just the way my mind works.

“Are you, I mean… do you think you can, you know, finish? Have an orgasm?” asked my mother, jolting me out of my meandering thoughts. “Or is this too uncomfortable for you?”

“No, it’s, um, I like it. I wanna keep doing it, really really I do. It’s just, I was, you know, thinking how much stuff has changed.”

“You’re right,” my mom chuckled. “An awful lot has changed. And if it’s too much, if this is too fast, you just say so, all right?”

“Well, yeah, I will. But it’s not, I promise.”

“Okay, that’s good. I’m glad to hear it. Because I really do want to see you, uh, you know, see you come.”

That made me smile. “You do?”

“Yes, I do, very much.”

She was quiet for a moment, rubbing herself. Then she swallowed, licked her lips, and continued. “I, well, I’ve fantasized about you a great deal, Lia, about seeing you this way. It excites me more than I can describe.”

Nodding toward the coffee table, she said, “When I look at those pictures on my laptop, at all those beautiful young girls with their sweet little bodies, and then I start to imagine that I’m… doing things with them… sometimes, often, I’ll pretend it’s you I’m seeing.”

“Really?”

“Yes, really. Thinking about you that way, Lia, gets me more excited than anything else.”

Well, that did it. When my mom admitted this, when she finally confessed to what I’d been suspecting — that she had the hots for me — it drove every other thought right from my head. Our eyes met at that moment and I could see in them all that she desired. I could feel her lust for me, as surely as if her hands were touching me, caressing my body.

With a sudden surge, a huge climax welled up from within and I barely had time to blurt, “Mom, I’m gonna… I’m gonna come!!”

Carry on to Chapter 19!