Juicy Secrets Forbidden Tales of Lesbian Love

By Naughty Mommy

Candles! Oh my god, so many candles!

We’d had a couple of nice candles on the dinner table, but nothing like this — there must have been hundreds in Jessica’s bedroom! That was obviously why she’d wanted to walk around outside for a while after we finished eating, to give Freja and Margaret enough time to get them all going. It had to have taken both of them to light so many candles.

This was such a beautiful sight, so romantic, it made me want to cry and it took my breath away, all at once. Plus, there was another incredible thing. On the opposite wall across the room, just past the bed, was a big colorful printed banner that read: Lia – I love you forever!

I turned around toward Jess, a hand over my mouth. My eyes were blurry with tears. I tried to speak, but couldn’t get any words to come, so I just smiled and shook my head in amazement, then held my arms out to her.

 

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The better Nora got to know Karen, the more strongly she felt she drawn to her, as to a powerful magnet. It seemed there was a genuine connection between them, a growing bond. Yes, it was only the beginning, and things could change, but Nora was becoming convinced this was real, that they were in the process of forming an intimate romantic relationship, and that those special feelings went both ways.

They’d dined slowly, ordering several courses over a couple of hours and sharing their selections back and forth, doing as much talking as eating while drinking iced chai tea with coconut milk. The restaurant did not have a liquor license… and yet, although she’d had only that single glass of sherry, much earlier, Nora felt intoxicated. It wasn’t alcohol that was doing it, but the company she was in.

Karen laughed at her jokes, listened closely to her stories, empathized with the challenges of being a single mom. Their backgrounds were quite different — Nora having to work her way up from a lower class start with severely dysfunctional parents, while Karen was raised in relative privilege — yet somehow the two women had arrived at nearly the same place in life, with strikingly similar attitudes and beliefs.

“Can I tell you something?” said Karen at one point.

“Sure, of course, anything,” Nora replied.

“Well, it’s just that… I’ve always sort of scoffed at the idea of soulmates. I guess after my experience with my dick of a husband, and never really having a good relationship with anyone, more than just friends, I mean… I, um…”

Karen paused, glancing down at her hands for a moment, before raising her chin and looking into Nora’s eyes again. “I, I just didn’t believe that it was possible to, uh, for me, to, you know, to actually fall in love.”

Nora suddenly choked up, her eyes filling with tears. That was exactly the way she felt, as if this beautiful woman had somehow put voice to her own deepest feelings. Too overcome to say anything, she pursed her lips, holding back a sob of joy, and reached out to take Karen’s hand, squeezing hard.

 

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Jess and I shared a long teary hug, and then we went into her bedroom, closing the door behind us. I just could not believe what I was looking at. I had never seen so many candles going all at once. It was like something from a movie, not real life. But this was real!

“Oh, Jess, it’s just… just so…” I squeezed her hand, unable to find the right words to express how happy I was at what she’d done.

“It’s ‘cuz I love you, Lia. I really really love you.”

“Ohhh…!”

Fighting back a sob, I flung my arms around her again, hugging my girlfriend as tightly as I could, wanting to mold us into one, to push myself inside her body and join with her. And as soon as I had that thought — about pushing myself inside her — another strong feeling arose. There was a wild combination of things swirling around in me, love and romance and gratitude, and also, you know, sex!

I hugged Jessica even harder, thrusting my crotch into hers. This threw her momentarily off balance and she stumbled back a step against the closed door. I followed her, still hugging, still thrusting, and then my lips found her mouth.

We kissed frantically. It was pretty sloppy, in fact, two girls so in love and so full of lust that we were all over the place, breathing hard, panting, moaning, our hands grasping and groping, bodies eagerly humping, lips and tongues making a big wet mess of each other’s faces.

After a while, it seemed sort of silly and made us both laugh. We wiped our mouths and grinned at one another.

“You wanna get in bed?” she said.

“Um, yeah. I want to get naked with you, and, um, and do everything.”

“Me too,” Jess giggled.

 

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After some time, Karen and Nora looked around the little restaurant and found they were the only remaining customers. Everyone else had long since finished their meals and departed. The women had been so caught up in their conversation, so enraptured with the sense of a growing intimate relationship, that their surroundings had simply seemed to fade away.

Now, however, they noticed the rather impatient looks they were getting from the waitress and the cashier, and both realized that they’d been asked several times if they wanted anything else.

“Oops, I guess we’d better go,” said Karen, somewhat sheepishly. “Let these people close up.”

“Yeah, I think you’re right.”

Nora reached for the check, but Karen already had grabbed it. “No chance, lady,” she grinned. “It’s on me. You’re my date, and you’re mine for the evening.”

“Ooh, I like the sound of that,” said Nora.

 

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We quickly took off all our clothes, went in the bathroom and peed and brushed our teeth, then got in bed together. Although there were no lights on, all the candles were still burning except for a few that had gone out, so it was pretty bright.

I was glad, because I really wanted to take a good look at Jessica that night. In fact, when we got in bed, I deliberately pushed the sheets down. It was warm in the room, anyway, so we really didn’t need the covers. But mostly it was because I wanted to see her.

Jess was lying on her back in the center of the bed. She looked up at me, grinning. “What? What is it?” she asked.

I was close beside her, on my knees, hands resting on my thighs. I didn’t say anything at first, just smiled and slowly shook my head as I let my eyes run up and down her sweet body.

She was so unbelievably sexy, small and cute like a little girl, but with those beautiful boobies. I’d seen them before, of course, and touched them a couple of times, but now I could do more than that, anything I felt like doing. We had decided to go all the way, so if I wanted to I could kiss and lick her boobs, even suck her nipples.

That thought sent a shiver through me. “Wow,” I breathed.

“What?!” asked Jess again.

“You’re so… you’re so pretty,” I told her.

She gave a big smile. “Thanks. I think you’re pretty too. But come here and kiss me.” She held out her arms.

 

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Hand in hand, Nora and Karen walked back to the car, which was parked near the art gallery. The October night was pleasantly warm and felt wonderful, no need even for a sweater.

They got inside and shut the doors, then Nora asked, “Where to?”

“Wait and see,” Karen winked.

“Uh, okay.”

Karen started up the Audi, and after turning on a Miles Davis CD, drove away. The two women rode quietly for a while, just holding hands, listening to the sensuous romantic music and relaxing in their comfortable closeness.

Nora had thought they might be going back to Karen’s house, or perhaps her own house, or maybe to a bar or a nightclub, but it turned out to be none of those. Instead they left the city altogether, following a road that wound into the surrounding forested hills, gradually climbing higher and higher.

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It was different being on top.

Usually when Jess and I made out, she was the more aggressive one, sort of taking charge, and I would end up underneath her. I didn’t mind that at all, in fact I loved it, but tonight for some reason I wanted to change things around.

We kissed for a really long time, naked in her bed with me lying on top of her, and whenever she tried to switch positions, to turn me over, I wouldn’t let her.

“Not yet,” I said at one point, shaking my head. “I wanna be able to look at you and do whatever I feel like.”

“Look at me? What do you mean? You’re seen me lots of times.”

“I know, but this, um… tonight is really special.”

I pushed myself up again, onto my knees, as I wiped my lips. “I mean, see, Jess, you’re just so beautiful. It’s like, I feel so lucky, because of all the kids at school, I have by far the prettiest girlfriend.”

“No, you don’t, silly,” she giggled. “Cuz I do.”

“Aww,” I fell on top of her once more, shoving my tongue into her mouth.

 

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Soon Karen turned onto a secondary road, one that seemed barely used, with broken, uneven paving. They bumped along through the woods and brush for a short time before arriving at a fence and a closed metal gate. Still not explaining her intentions, Karen put the car in park, got out and walked quickly to the gate. She used a key to open the padlock, then swung the gate aside and returned to the car.

Shutting her door, she smiled at Nora. “My family owns this property. It’s not really developed at all, but it is good for some things.”

Once inside the gate, they drove on a little farther. Nora noticed that the road was smoother here. Even though it was paved with gravel, not asphalt, it seemed to be well maintained.

They came to an opening, a clearing in the woods that permitted an expansive view of the valley and the city below. Karen pulled up near the edge of the road, facing the view, and turned off the engine. She pressed a button to lower the windows.

It was very quiet. The music was off, and now the only sounds they could hear were a few crickets chirping or an occasional light breeze that rustled the leaves in the trees.

“Wow,” said Nora, “this is beautiful.”

Karen nodded. “Yeah, I really love this spot. I don’t come here as much now, but back in high school, well, it got plenty of use then.”

That made Nora chuckle. “So you’d drive up here and park, and… what? Make out?”

“Sure, make out — and a lot more too.”

“With boys? Or girls? Or… both?”

“Both,” Karen shrugged. “I was a cheerleader, and I guess most of the boys wanted me. I had fun with several of them, but also with a few of the more adventurous cheerleaders. Me and the girls would have some pretty wild times up here after games, drinking, smoking pot, having sex. It was nice.”

“Sounds like it.”

Karen turned and looked at Nora. She grinned and wagged her eyebrows. “I’ll bet you were popular in high school too, probably made out all the time.”

Nora grimaced, shaking her head. “Actually, no, I really wasn’t. I was pretty shy back then, and I had a reputation as a bookworm, which I suppose I deserved. Plus I wore eyeglasses, and —”

“You had glasses then? Do you wear contacts now?”

“No, uh, I didn’t get contacts until my senior year in high school. Then a few years ago I had laser eye surgery and now, thank goodness, my vision is just about perfect.”

“Uh-huh,” Karen leered, “your vision, and your figure, and your personality, everything is just about perfect.”

Nora grinned, “Aw, I’ll bet you say that to all the girls.”

“No, I don’t. Well, I might say it to all the girls, but not to all the women. I’m pretty choosy when it comes to having a real relationship, something beyond just fucking and having fun, I mean.”

Nora didn’t offer any reply, just sat quietly. She appreciated the compliment, but she was wondering about the other part of that statement, the reference to girls as opposed to women.

Did that really mean what she thought it meant? Although they’d covered many different topics during their conversations at the gallery and over dinner, they had yet to discuss what Nora thought of as the big subject, Numero Uno. She was dying to really open up to Karen, tell her absolutely everything, let her know about her obsessions with pornography and especially with underage girls. Did Karen have the same desires, share those same fantasies? There seemed to be plenty of hints that perhaps she did, but Nora still wasn’t certain. How and when should she bring that up?

Her silent reverie was interrupted by Karen asking, “Do you want to get out, walk around for a few minutes?”

“Oh, uh, sure.”

They left the car and slowly strolled along the open part of the road, enjoying the woodland scenery, the stars above, the beautiful view of the city below.

After a minute or so, they drew to a stop. Karen turned toward the other woman, looking up at her. Nora was nearly half a foot taller. To kiss her, Karen would need to get up on tiptoes. She fully intended to do that, but first she wanted to say something.

“This is, um, I mean, what I feel for you,” she began, “it’s, you know, it’s not just a sexual attraction. It’s more than that. Of course I do want you sexually, very much.”

“Good,” Nora chuckled, “because I want you too.”

Reaching up, Karen placed a hand on Nora’s cheek. “But I… I really hope that we, that you and I, that we can have something together. Something long-lasting and very special.”

Nora’s stomach fluttered. “So do I.”

Karen stood on tiptoes. They kissed.

 

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We kissed for such a long time. I’d kind of expected, since me and Jess were planning to go all the way that night, that we’d begin doing other stuff sooner, but we didn’t. We just kept kissing.

I was still on top of her, holding her close. Jessica’s arms and her legs were wrapped around me, our bodies pressed together. We were, of course, doing a little bit more than simply kissing — I mean, we were sort of humping each other too, and moaning, and sometimes talking, saying sweet things, but mostly it was a lot of mouth and tongue action.

Eventually, though, we both seemed to want more. After maybe a half hour of making out, I noticed that our humping was starting to become more urgent. It was like our bodies were reminding us this wasn’t enough. We kept pushing our mounds together, grinding on each other. I didn’t know if I could come that way, or if she could, but it really didn’t matter. She and I were lovers now, and we could do whatever we wanted with one another. However we felt like coming, we could do that.

This was incredibly exciting for me to think about, to realize that there were no limits. If I wanted suck her nipples, or put my finger inside her pussy, or even lick her pussy, I could do that. I could do anything!

And, you know, it’s kind of funny how my mind works, I mean, the way it never seems to stop working no matter what else I’m doing. I have this one little part of me that’s always looking on, observing and commenting. Weird, huh?

But anyway, back to me and Jess.

While we were kissing and humping and grinding in her bed, and as my pussy was feeling wetter and wetter, throbbing and tingling, telling me how much I really needed an orgasm, and as I reminded myself there were no limits at this point, I took the next step. Shifting slightly to the side, I slid my hand down between her legs.

 

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Their first kiss was very soft, almost tentative.

Karen and Nora had kissed a few times before, but much more casually, just in greeting. This was the first kiss that truly meant something between them, that occurred after they had begun to express their deeper feelings for one another. This kiss signaled a commitment.

The first one was soft and tender. The second was not.

The women flung their arms around each other, pressing their bodies together, mouths coming open, tongues exploring. Standing on the side of the gravel road in the night air, they kissed deeply and wetly.

 

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Oh my god, wow!

My pussy will get pretty wet when I’m excited, especially when I come, but when I reached my hand down between Jessica’s legs, I could not believe what I felt there. Her pussy lips were totally covered in goo, all slippery and creamy. And then suddenly I realized something — some of that wet stuff I felt on my own mound was not just me. When I was humping her before, pussy to pussy as we kissed, a lot of her had rubbed off on me. My girlfriend and I were sharing pussy juice. It was so awesome!

I brought my hand up to my face to look at it. Even in the flickering candlelight, it was easy to see all that gooey white cream on my fingers. I sniffed it, then licked it. “Mmm, nice.”

Jessica giggled, smiling sheepishly. I took another lick, then lowered my hand to her mouth. She sucked on my fingers, tasting herself.

 

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Nora had not done anything like this in, well, basically, ever. She’d never done anything quite like this, standing on a hillside late at night, kissing a beautiful woman under the stars. It was the sort of fictional thing you might read about in a steamy romance novel, but this was really happening. There was no question about that.

She could feel Karen’s tongue in her mouth, feel those strong hands stroking her back. She could smell the woman’s perfume, along with a hint of her sweat, and she could certainly hear Karen moaning and groaning as their tongues played and their hands caressed.

Finally the long kiss came to an end. Karen drew away just slightly, grinning, panting, licking her lips. Both hands, however, were on Nora’s ass, keeping their mounds pulled tightly together.

“I think, uh, we should go back to the car now,” Karen suggested. “We can maybe get in the back seat, and, you know, do more there.”

Nora was happy to agree. “All right, I like that idea.”

 

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After Jess had finished sucking her juices from my fingers, I put my hand back between her legs. I rubbed up and down, feeling her puffy pussy lips covered with goo. Then I pushed my fingers in further, between her lips.

She groaned. I brought my mouth to hers, kissing her again. As we kissed, I slid my hand down a little more, searching for her opening. I knew where mine was, naturally, because I fucked myself every night with my fingers, but I had never done it with her. When we’d masturbated each other that first time a week earlier, it was just playing with clits. This was different. I totally wanted to fuck her.

I found what I was looking for, that soft squishy part where I could push my fingertip inside. Jessica groaned again, even louder, and arched her back, pressing her crotch into my hand.

Although I wasn’t exactly sure what I was doing, since I had never had sex with anyone before, boy or girl, I did have plenty of experience with my own body, pleasing myself, and so I just tried to do with her what I knew would feel good to me.

She seemed to like it well enough. I kissed her mouth and rubbed her pussy, pushing my finger inside, fucking her, then pulling out for a quick second to tickle her clit with my wet fingertip… going back and forth, repeating this same thing over and over.

Pretty soon Jess started panting, kind of huffing and puffing. We weren’t kissing any more then, and I leaned back a little so I could look at her but kept doing what I was doing with my hand between her legs. In fact, I pushed my finger in deeper when I fucked her, and rubbed her clit faster when I did that.

Her eyes were squeezed tightly shut, and her face was all scrunched up, turning red. It looked like she was holding her breath. Then, as I watched, she gasped a couple of times, her body jerked, and suddenly she let out a long, high squeal, almost a scream.

She was coming! Oh my god, it was so great — I made my girlfriend come!!

 

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As they walked arm in arm back up the gravel road toward the car (taking their time because both were in three-inch heels), Nora mused, “I wonder, hmm… what our girls are doing now. I hope they’re having fun tonight.”

“Well,” Karen chuckled, “my guess is, those two probably are doing all the things I want to do with you.”

“Wow. You really think so?”

“Uh-huh, I wouldn’t doubt it.”

Nora considered this for a moment, picturing the scene in her mind, then said, “It’s, uh, that’s… pretty hot to think about.”

Karen squeezed her hand. “Yeah, it sure is.”

Continue on to Chapter 14

By Naughty Mommy

The rest of the week went much better at the office.

After receiving the text from Karen on Wednesday afternoon, and then calling her and accepting the invitation to go out on a date, Nora found that she was finally able to focus on her work again, almost as though a switch had been flipped. The compulsion to escape into pornography and masturbation was no longer so overpowering. Not that it went away completely, of course; the need would always be there, but it was manageable now. Nora would indulge herself on occasion, when the time was right, and no more than that.

Feeling refreshed, she attacked the mountain of files on her desk with vigor and determination, holding brisk, efficient meetings, making firm, quick decisions she was certain were right. It was good to be back in the saddle again, to be in charge, a top-flight executive who consistently produced superior results.

At home, she enjoyed cooking dinner for her daughter every night, spending quality time with Lia, talking and joking, sometimes even flirting. Their relationship definitely had progressed during the past few days, moving to a new level, to a place they hadn’t been before… still parent and child, but also more than that, somehow warmer, closer, and much more intimate.

When she would go to Lia’s bedroom in the evening to kiss her and say goodnight, Nora knew quite well that the kisses she gave to the girl were beyond what most people would regard as normal or appropriate. There was far more than just a hint of sexual desire in those kisses, yet Nora could see nothing wrong with this.

She loved her daughter with all her heart, and if she also happened to experience a sexual attraction to her, wasn’t that simply natural? A ripening young girl, on the verge of becoming a woman, how could anyone not be turned on by that?

Nora couldn’t deny her feelings, her drives, and she certainly didn’t want to. It just seemed healthier to her to explore them, to follow wherever they might lead. As long as she was always motivated primarily by love and by affection — with, admittedly, a bit of lust mixed in there — what she was doing couldn’t possibly be wrong, in her mind.

With all this considered, Nora felt quite comfortable, at a very good place, and she was convinced this was only the beginning. Even better days were ahead.

 

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I don’t know who was more excited when Saturday night finally came, me or my mom. Well, I guess she probably was, since she said this would be her first date in a whole bunch of years, so it was almost a new thing for her. But it was only my second time sleeping over at Jessica’s and I was totally stoked about that.

In fact, I called Jess during the afternoon three different times in between doing my chores, partly to talk about stuff, like what we wanted to do later that night, but mostly just to hear her voice and tell her I loved her. Now that we’d actually said that to each other, it’s like we couldn’t stop saying it.

We tried hard to be careful at school, of course, not being too obvious about our feelings and our relationship. Whenever we got the chance, though, she and I would sneak into a dark corner for a minute and kiss and say sweet things to each other. It was so great. I loved being in love.

The doorbell rang at six o’clock, and I ran to answer it. I pulled the door open, and there she was, my beautiful girlfriend.

Jess looked so adorably cute. She was wearing a dress, which she didn’t do very often. Usually, like me, she would just stick with shorts or jeans, but tonight she was in a darling sundress, yellow with white polka dots. It fell to just above her knees and had little strings that tied at the shoulders. On her feet were white sandals, and she wore a white bow in her hair.

She was the perfect picture of girlish sexiness. I practically came just from looking at her.

I didn’t say anything for a moment or two, just stood there gaping. We’d talked on the phone earlier about what we were both going to wear, and how our moms were planning to dress, but actually seeing Jessica that way almost knocked me out.

“Hi,” she smiled shyly.

Her gorgeous big brown eyes seemed larger than ever, with a touch of dark eyeliner, and her lips gleamed with pink gloss. Even though she and I weren’t going out to dinner with our moms that night, we’d agreed to kind of dress up a little bit and to put on some makeup, as though we were on a date of our own.

I was in a tight-fitting knit tank top, powder blue, and a short denim skirt along with sandals that had a tiny bit of heel. My mother had put some eye shadow and eyeliner and blush on me, and some lipstick as well. I liked how that made me feel, sort of grown up, but I didn’t think I looked anywhere near as hot as Jess did.

Eventually I got my wits halfway together, and mumbled, “Hi…”

“Um, are you guys ready?” she said. “My mom’s in the car.”

“Oh, uh, yeah.” I turned and called, “Mom?! They’re here!”

My mother came walking out from her bedroom. She was all set to go, just putting in an earring.

After reviewing plenty of clothing options the night before, we’d settled on a swishy little bronze skirt that came to mid-thigh, along with a narrow black belt and a short-sleeved cream-colored blouse with no bra. My mom’s long tanned legs were bare, made even more shapely by black high heels with straps, and I knew that under the skirt she wore a lacy black thong. Best of all, the blouse was mostly sheer, and you could easily see her dark nipples through it. That was daring, but she told me she wanted to look sexy, and she definitely did!

“Wow,” I heard Jess breathe.

My mother smiled at us as she stepped to the door and picked up the purse that she’d left there. “Hello, Jessica. Don’t you look beautiful!”

“Um, thank you,” Jess replied, after swallowing. “So do you.”

“All set, honey?” Mom said to me. “Where’s your backpack?”

“It’s, uhh — oh crap, it’s in my room. I’ll be right back.” I ran and got it, and then we went out to the car.

 

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Karen smiled to herself when she saw what Nora was wearing. Extremely seductive. It wasn’t too hard to guess where this evening was headed.

Licking her lips, she brushed a hand over her chest, teasing her nipple through the thin fabric of her dress. Karen was in a simple silk wrap-around, just above knee-length, royal blue in color. Except for matching blue pumps and a bit of makeup, that was all she had on. No hosiery, no panties, no bra, not even any jewelry. There was only that lightweight dress, and her body.

She watched as the woman and the two girls proceeded down the sidewalk to the Audi A8 and climbed inside. Jess and Lia made quite a clamor in the back seat, chattering and giggling as usual, the way twelve-year-olds will do — and when Karen said, “Hello there, sexy,” to Nora, then leaned over to give her a kiss on the mouth, their giggles grew still louder.

Chuckling and rolling her eyes, Karen started the engine and pulled away from the curb.

 

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We drove only four blocks, and then me and Jess were dropped off at her house. As we got out of the car, my mother lowered the window on the passenger side and said, “Goodnight, darling.”

“G’night, Mom, have fun,” I smiled, bending down for a quick kiss.

“Thank you, sweetheart, you too,” she whispered, gazing into my eyes.

Her hand was on the back of my neck, fingers lightly stroking my skin. It felt really nice. Then she pulled me in for another kiss. This one was longer than the first, and a lot firmer. It seemed almost like she was trying to show something to Karen and Jessica, proving that she and I could be just as inappropriate as mother and daughter as they were. For a second, I thought she might even use her tongue, but she didn’t. That kiss was pretty exciting, though, her soft, warm lips moving around on mine. I loved it.

The kiss ended, and I stood back up, wiping my mouth. Jess and I waved as the car started away, then went inside.

 

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A quarter hour after leaving the kids, Karen parked downtown. She and Nora got out and walked a few paces to an upscale art gallery. It was past closing time, but Karen was on very good terms with the proprietor, who had agreed to admit them for a private showing.

The owner, Blaze, a rather eccentric older lesbian with whom Karen had had sex on several occasions, unlocked the door and let them in, greeting them cordially. They began strolling around, admiring the various paintings and sculptures, mostly contemporary and modern art with an emphasis on the abstract. A few lovely pieces of antique furniture were offered for sale as well.

After a couple of minutes, Blaze brought them glasses of sherry. They thanked her and chatted briefly with the woman, asking some questions about the art on display, and then she left them alone.

As they meandered and sipped their sherry, Karen and Nora gradually got to know one another better. While swapping stories about their pasts and their childhoods, where they’d come from and the different paths they’d taken to reach the present, they eventually discovered that not only were they same age, born in the same year, but in fact in the very same month, only seven days apart. Nora was exactly one week older than Karen.

“So, I guess I’m robbing the cradle, huh?” Nora joked. “You being so much younger than me.”

Karen winked. “Oh, that’s okay. I’d already got the sense that you have a thing for very young girls.”

“Oops, is it really that obvious?”

Nora could feel herself blushing, the color rising in her neck and cheeks. Not sure what else to say, and not yet certain if Karen was actually saying what Nora thought she might be saying, she took another drink of sherry and said nothing.

Looking into the taller woman’s eyes and slowly nodding, Karen slipped a hand into Nora’s, their fingers entwining.

 

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To make this more like a real date, Jess and I had decided we should have sort of a fancy dinner in the dining room that night, with candles and flowers and everything. Her mom had said it would be okay for us each to have a small glass of wine if we wanted to, but since neither of us really liked the taste of wine, we decided to just have Cokes instead.

We’d chosen a menu of our favorite dishes that Margaret happily agreed to fix for us, and it was all really delicious — except there was one totally awesome surprise I wasn’t prepared for.

Sophie had the night off, I’d been told, but Freja was there to serve the meal. The big surprise was what she was wearing, or what she wasn’t wearing!

Imagine a tall, slim, twenty-something blonde woman, at least 5’10”, with nice big boobs, with gorgeous legs that went on forever, and with a very pretty face… then imagine her in stiletto heels, with her haired pulled up, a cute little maid’s cap pinned on her head, and… nothing else. Nothing! Oh my god, wow!!

I’d seen Freja naked before, of course, a couple different times when I’d been at their house. But I mean, I just never got tired of looking at her amazing body. And it was somehow even more exciting in a way when she wasn’t having sex, but when she was just doing her job, acting like it was no big deal to walk around nude in front of two young girls while serving them dinner.

I tried to concentrate on what we were eating, and like I said it was really good, but it was impossible when Freja was in the room not to stare at her. She seemed to enjoy that, smiling at me, holding out her chest, then leaning in close when she brought a new dish, close enough that her erect nipples would rub against my arm or my shoulder. Talk about distracting!

Jess was giggling a lot. She’d seen Freja naked way more times than I had, obviously, plus she knew in advance what was going to happen. Actually, I felt kind of bad, like all the attention I was giving to Freja — which I honestly couldn’t help! — was taking away from our date, from what was supposed to be a special romantic evening for me and Jessica.

Not that it mattered much in the end, because later on my girlfriend and I more than made up for that in the romance department.

 

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Nora had wondered whether Karen might take her to one of the city’s more trendy restaurants, perhaps showing off a little by getting them a very good table, but that’s not what happened. Instead, they walked only half a block or so after leaving the art gallery and stopped at a small Thai bistro, almost a hole in the wall. They sat at an outside table.

The early autumn evening was warm, with a gentle breeze, perfect for outdoor dining. And the food was truly excellent. Karen recommended some dishes Nora hadn’t tried before, which were wonderful.

 

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After we finished our dinner and our dessert — brownie sundaes — Jess asked if I wanted to go outside for a while. I said okay, and so we did, walking around their big backyard, holding hands and talking. Jess seemed kind of nervous and fidgety to me, and I wasn’t sure why, but pretty soon I learned what was going on.

Fifteen or twenty minutes later, we went back inside. Now Jessica was all giggly, saying hardly anything but blushing more and more deeply as she led me up the curving stairway toward her bedroom.

Her door was closed, which was unusual. We stopped just outside.

“You open it,” she nodded.

I frowned. What could this be? A surprise party or something like that? I didn’t think so, but it definitely was something. Well, there was only one way to find out.

I put out my hand, took the knob and turned it, then pushed the door open and looked inside the room.

Continue on to Chapter 13

By Naughty Mommy

Whew, that was close.

Jess and I were in my room, lying on my bed. A while earlier, we’d said we loved each other, easily the best thing ever. And then I got a wonderful surprise.

While we were kissing and sort of grinding together, I actually came with her on top of me. Wow! That had certainly never happened before. Of course, at the time I was also thinking about something I probably never should have thought about — having sex with my own mother! — which for some reason made me come even harder. I don’t know why, but it did.

Anyway, as soon as I’d calmed down a little bit, Jess said she wanted to try doing it too. Except just as we were really getting into it, with her kissing me and humping my leg, going faster and faster, acting like she was almost there, we heard a voice coming down the hall.

“Lia?”

Oh my god, it was my mom! What was she doing home so early?!

We jumped up from the bed and tried to straighten our clothes. I could feel how wet my panties were, and as I was leaning over to look between my legs and see if any of it had soaked through my shorts, my mother appeared in the doorway.

“Oh, hi, Jessica,” she said, with a big smile.

If it bothered my mom to find us that way — all red in the face, sweaty and still breathing hard, probably looking guilty and like we’d just been having sex, which basically we had — she didn’t show it. She just stood there, grinning at us.

“H-how come you’re home early, Mom?” I asked.

“No reason,” she shrugged. “I just wanted to see you, see your pretty face, tell you I love you.”

“Oh, well, I love you too.”

Mom winked at us, then turned and walked back down the hall, humming.

Aliens. It must have been aliens had taken over my mom’s body. Something sure had changed.

“Okay, um, guess I’ll see you later,” Jess giggled. She gave me a quick kiss on the lips, then sat down to put on her sneakers.

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An hour later, my mother and I were eating supper. She’d baked a tuna casserole, which I loved, and after she poured herself glass of wine and took a sip, she smiled at me and said, “You wouldn’t mind having another sleepover at Jessica’s house, would you? Say, on Saturday night?”

“Um, no, of course I wouldn’t mind. But—”

“Good, because we that’s what we’re going to do.” She took another drink of wine, a bigger one, then asked, “Do you know why?”

“No. Why?”

“Because Karen Montrose asked me on a date.”

“A date?” I said stupidly.

“Yes! It’s so exciting!” My mom was smiling like crazy. “Do you know how long it’s been since I’ve been on a date?”

“No. How long?”

“Oh my gosh, I don’t know, a long time, so many years…”

My mother went on and on, raving about how great it was and drinking her wine while I ate my dinner. She ate a little bit too, but mostly she just drank wine. I’d never seen her drink that much before.

“You like Karen, don’t you?” she asked at one point.

“Sure, I like her. She’s nice.”

“Good. I like Jessica too, she’s a doll. But I want you to like Karen.”

“Well, yeah, I do.”

I have to say I was feeling sort of uneasy about this, about her going on a date with Karen. I mean, I was glad for my mom, of course, happy that she seemed to be so thrilled and everything. But I couldn’t help worrying what might happen when she discovered the truth.

If they started dating and maybe had a real relationship, then eventually she’d have to find out about Karen masturbating all the time, watching porn and having sex with other women right in front of her twelve-year-old daughter, not to mention in front of me too. I didn’t think my mother would be very happy about that.

But then, who knows? I’d been totally surprised by a lot of things lately. So it’s possible that maybe my mom wouldn’t mind. She might even like that idea. She might even join in!

Now I was really stirred up. I didn’t know what to think or how I should feel. So many different thoughts were swirling around in my head — lesbian porn and masturbation, and being in love with Jessica, and kissing my mother at night, getting so turned on by that — and all those things mixed up together, combining somehow. What did it all mean?

 

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Nora filled her wine glass again. Uh-oh, the bottle was nearly empty. She’d drunk almost the whole thing in one night. That thought made her giggle, though she knew she’d probably have a doozy of a headache in the morning. Oh, well, it was worth it. She felt great.

Smiling at Lia, she took a small bite of tuna casserole. It was definitely a good idea to eat something. Of course, what she really wanted to eat was Karen’s pussy, or Jessica’s, or Lia’s!

The woman squeezed her legs together under the dinner table, scissoring her thighs. It was so wrong, so forbidden, to imagine having sex with your own daughter, a child in seventh grade, and yet it was so fucking hot!

 

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Nothing got solved that night. I finished eating my dinner, and my mom finished an entire bottle of wine. She went on talking about how excited she was, while I continued worrying about stuff, wondering what would happen next, and also feeling kind of aroused as I imagined some of the crazier, kinkier possibilities for the four of us together, two moms and two daughters.

Of course, nothing like that could ever really happen, I told myself, and yet… it was a lot for me to think about!

Plus, there was another thing. The way my mother kept looking at me, it was almost as if she knew exactly what was going through my head — all that dirty stuff, I mean, masturbation and porn and girls having sex with their moms — and maybe she was thinking about it too.

She was sort of leering at me. You know, smiling with her eyes half-closed and licking her lips, as though she was flirting, the same way she’d flirted with Karen when they were at our house for dinner. That was weird in a way, but it made me feel really good too, warm and fluttery inside. I tried to smile back at my mom, encouraging her, I guess. I didn’t really know how to flirt, so I just looked into her eyes and smiled a lot.

 

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Nora’s clit was throbbing. Her panties were soaked, she was sure of that. Trying not to be too obvious about it, she opened her legs for a moment and put a hand under the table, quickly stroking her pussy. She had to stifle a groan, and took her hand away.

Too much more of that and she’d be climaxing at the dinner table, right in front of Lia. Although that was a deliciously tempting idea, she didn’t think they were quite ready for that yet. Everything in its time… yes, everything at some point… someday soon, Nora hoped.

She noticed that Lia was finished eating. Her own plate, meanwhile, had barely been touched, while the wine bottle sat empty. Nora giggled again. For such a disciplined, normally straight-laced person, she was really going over the edge, and she loved it!

“Well, okay,” she said, pushing back her chair. “Want to help me in the kitchen, clean up the dishes?”

“Um, sure,” nodded Lia.

 

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So, I helped my mom with the dishes, and then she asked if I had any homework, which I didn’t. After that, we watched TV for a while, snuggling close together on the sofa. That was really nice.

When it came time for bed, I went in and brushed my teeth, then took off all my clothes except for panties and a t-shirt, and crawled under the covers. As she’d started doing over the past few days, my mother came into my room to kiss me goodnight. Except this time, she not only kissed me, she got in bed with me!

“I just wanna cuddle for a minute, okay?” she murmured in kind of a half-whisper as she wrapped her arms around me.

My heart was pounding fast and I didn’t know what to say, so I didn’t say anything. It felt good having her hold me like that, so warm and everything — but it also felt like a whole lot more than just a normal mother-daughter hug.

For one thing, she was wearing that short black nightie again, the one she’d had on when she came in and said goodnight to me and Jessica during our sleepover the other night. The little gown was totally sheer and I could easily see she had nothing on under it. So, I mean, there she was in my bed, practically naked, one leg over mine, her boobs pressing against me, hugging me and kissing my cheek.

And that was the other thing, how she was kissing me. She wasn’t kissing my mouth yet, just my cheek. Well, my cheek and my ear and the side of my neck — which, oh my god, made me shiver all over. Plus, while my mother was kissing me, she was also sort of softly purring, and her body was moving a little bit, like rubbing on me.

The way she was doing that reminded me of what Jess and I had done earlier that afternoon, kissing and humping, almost like we were having sex.

Yes! That’s what it was. It felt like my mom was actually having sex with me — or at least like she wanted to. Her hands were stroking my body, petting me as she kissed and nuzzled, making those moaning, purring sounds. And she was pressing up against me, harder now, her crotch against my leg, really humping.

Meanwhile I was basically just lying there. I wasn’t exactly lying still, of course. I mean, I couldn’t, it was too exciting. When she kissed my neck that way, it made me wiggle all around. But I didn’t do much more than that. I didn’t know where to put my hands, so I just lightly held her. There were plenty of things I wanted to do, except I was feeling too nervous and unsure.

I lay on my back in my bed and let my mother kiss my neck and grind on my leg, wondering how far this might go. Would she come on top of me? Could that actually happen? Would she want to do even more than that?

It turned out she didn’t, not that night anyway. Well, she might have wanted more, just like I did, but she didn’t do anything else. After a couple of minutes, she pulled away a little bit and let out a deep sigh.

We hadn’t turned the light out yet, and I could see how red her face was. It was almost glowing, shiny from sweat. She looked incredibly sexy. My mom gazed into my eyes, and then said, “Okay, baby girl, I’ll let you get to sleep now. I love you, sweetheart.”

“I love you too, Mom, a lot.”

Then she kissed my mouth, and this was the best one yet. She didn’t use her tongue, but she kept her lips on mine for a long time, sliding around a bit, and moaning again. This was totally not your standard mother-daughter kiss!

At last she got out of bed and went to the door, pausing for a second before she switched off the light. I looked at her, standing there in that see-through nightie, her sexy body on display. And I mean I really stared at her, I didn’t try to take my eyes away at all. She sure didn’t seem to mind. My mother stood a moment longer, smiling and nodding. Then she blew me a kiss, turned out the light, and left the room.

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I got the same wonderful kind of kiss the next night, Thursday, and also on Friday night. Mom didn’t get in bed with me again, and she didn’t drink a whole bottle of wine at dinner either, but she gave me a really great kiss when she came in to say goodnight, just a perfect kiss, like lovers would give each other. That always left me breathless, as well as totally turned on.

She also talked a lot more to me about her date coming up with Karen on Saturday, asking what I thought she should wear and stuff. In fact, after dinner on Friday she modeled a bunch of different outfits for me, asking my opinion. That was cool, ‘cause I got to sit on her bed and watch her changing clothes, staring at her body as she tried on various bras and panties and skirts and high heels.

I have to admit that Jess was right. My mom is extremely hot. She has those gorgeous big boobs and her legs are great, so nicely shaped. Her face is awfully pretty too, especially her eyes and her mouth. She definitely turns me on.

I’d finally reached the point where I could simply look at my mother that way, as a sexy woman, and not feel weird or guilty about it anymore. When I masturbated in my bed every night after she’d tucked me in and kissed my lips, almost all of my best fantasies — the ones that made me come the hardest — were about her, about making love with my mom.

And the other good thing is, all those concerns I’d had about what would happen when she finally learned the truth about Karen were bothering me a lot less now. I mean, after the way my mother had acted in the dressing at Victoria’s Secret with me and Jessica, staring at our naked bodies, like not even trying to hide how much she wanted to have sex with us — with a pair of twelve-year-old girls, one of them her own daughter! — considering that, it was kind of hard to imagine her getting upset about the things Karen did.

Then, add to that those long, warm, yummy kisses she was giving me every night, right on the lips, way beyond what you’d ever expect between a mom and her kid. Plus, of course, what she’d done when she got in bed with me a couple days earlier, on Wednesday night, humping my leg so hard until I thought she was just about ready to come. Oh my god!

After all that, I wasn’t really worrying much any more, but I sure did have a lot of stuff on my mind. The truth is, in fact, I was pretty much over the edge, constantly thinking about incest — yes! — thinking about incest, sex with my own mom, and feeling unbelievably aroused by that idea. I knew this was wrong, or was supposed to be, anyway. But it sure didn’t feel wrong to me.

When I rubbed my clit and imagined it was my mother touching me there, and when I thought about how nice it was to have her in bed with me, hugging me, kissing me, rubbing her warm body against me, it just made me feel happy. It made me feel loved. And it made me come, so hard.

Continue on to Chapter 12

By Naughty Mommy

The next couple days were pretty much the same, and completely great. I mean, we didn’t order pizza for dinner every night, of course, but Mom was just so sweet and loving and affectionate. It was really wonderful.

When bedtime came, she tucked me in and kissed my mouth and told me she loved me. I would keep thinking about that after she left the room, as I lay in the dark in my bed… and I would play with myself while I was thinking about my mother and how she’d kissed me.

It turned me on and it made me come, but like I said earlier, it was more than that, better in an important way. I don’t know if I can even explain how nice it was, find the right way to put it. I was just a very happy girl.

And you know what? I had another reason, a big one, for feeling totally happy that week.

Remember how I mentioned Jess was acting shy with me when we woke up on Sunday morning after we’d kissed so much and masturbated each other the night before? How instead of talking a whole lot like normal she was just smiling and stuff? I found out a few days later what that was all about, and it was amazing!

I guess first I should admit that I was smiling an awful lot around that time too. I was always excited to get up in the morning and go to school, ‘cause then I’d get to see Jessica and spend time with her. I felt so lucky to have a best friend — and she was the best best friend I’d ever had, by far. She was cute and funny and really sexy and we told each other practically everything and did so many awesome things together, things I’d never done with anyone else. I really liked her and she really liked me. In fact, it had definitely started feeling to me as though she and I were more than just friends, that… well, that maybe it went deeper than that or something.

Anyway, let me tell you what happened on Wednesday.

Jess walked home with me after school that day. That was typical. It was what we’d started doing every afternoon, either I’d go to her place or she’d come to mine. Of course, until about a week earlier Jess had only been to my house, I hadn’t been to hers yet. Plus, before we weren’t always spending every single day with each other, but now we were. It seemed like we never wanted to be apart.

So, I’d noticed again at school that day that Jess wasn’t talking as much as usual, and that she kept smiling at me, looking shy, even blushing a little bit. I wasn’t exactly sure what that meant, except it did make me feel kind of warm and jumpy inside. I liked it.

After we got to my house, we had a snack and got our homework done, and then I asked her what she wanted to do next. We’d put our books and stuff away in our backpacks and were sitting on my bed with our shoes off. I figured Jess might say she wanted to watch porn on the computer, or maybe kiss. Either one was fine with me. Either or both would be great!

But she just sort of sat there and looked at me. She didn’t say anything.

After a few uncomfortable seconds of this, I frowned and said, “What? What the heck is it?!”

She giggled and blushed, then looked down at her hands and mumbled, “Sorry, it’s, it’s… um…”

This totally wasn’t like Jess, to be at a loss for words. Just the opposite. It’s like words were made for her mouth and they would just keep coming out, one after the other in a steady stream. Not that I minded that, it was one of the things I loved about—

Oh. Wait.

Did I just use the word ‘love’? Could that be what was going on with her? With us?

The instant that thought occurred, I suddenly got way more of the warm jumpy feeling inside. My heart started pounding and I couldn’t sit still. My legs began squirming around all by themselves. I tried to make them stop and I tried to take a deep breath and I tried to lick my lips and I tried to say something but I couldn’t do any of those things. All I could do was still there and wiggle and stare at Jessica, and think how cute and how adorable and how wonderful she was, and how much I — yes! — how much I loved her!

Finally I managed to make my brain work. I stammered, “Um, Jess, is, is it…” but that was all I could say.

She raised her chin and looked into my eyes. I saw a smile on her lips, slowly becoming wider. She nodded.

I tried to say something else but couldn’t.

Then, in a soft voice, Jessica said, “Lia, I really like you, a lot.”

“I know, um, I like you too.”

“But I mean, I really really like you, y’know?”

“Um, yeah… I really really really like you too, Jess.”

Her smile grew until it practically broke her face. “Really? You do?”

“Uh-huh,” I nodded giddily, “except, I mean, more than just like, way more than like.”

“Really?!”

“Yes!!!”

And then we hugged. Or maybe I should say: Jessica leaped into my arms and I fell back on the bed wrapping my arms and legs around her and she squeezed me so tight I could hardly breathe. That’s the kind of hug it was. We were both laughing insanely, rolling from side to side, not kissing or saying anything coherent, just hugging and giggling and squeezing and rolling around on my bed.

Finally we stopped. Jess was lying on top of me. She pulled back just enough to look into my eyes. She was breathing hard, her face flushed and sweaty, almost glowing. God, she was so sexy.

She said, “Is it okay if I kiss you?”

“Of course it is. I want you to.”

“Okay, but, um… first…”

She paused. I waited a moment, then asked, “First what?”

“You say it first.”

I grinned. I knew just what she meant. “Okay,” I nodded. “I’ll say it first, but then you have to say it too.”

“I will. I promise.”

 

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Sighing and shaking her head Nora, closed the cover on the quarterly report. She’d been sitting at her desk staring at those pages for at least fifteen minutes without absorbing a single fact. She simply couldn’t concentrate.

She got up and stepped to the window, looking down at the traffic on the streets below. This was not going to do. It was unacceptable. She held an important position with the firm, had numerous duties to fulfill, and was expected to perform them all at a high level of competence. Not to mention the urgency of her own ambitions, which demanded far more from her than what her superiors or anyone else required.

But this was the third day in a row that she’d accomplished next to nothing in terms of business. Oh, she’d kept up the pretense, going through the motions, but her mind had constantly been elsewhere.

Nora knew quite well what was responsible for her lack of productivity. Or rather, she knew of several things causing the distraction.

At the top of the list was Karen: the memories of flirting and touching during their dinner on the previous Saturday, the many meaningful glances they’d exchanged, watching the woman’s eyes devour her body, as if with just a look she could undress Nora and make passionate love with her…

That alone was enough to keep her on edge, in a perpetual state of arousal, no matter how hard she worked at playing the role of a busy corporate executive. She tried, but she could not stop thinking about Karen and what might happen the next time they met.

Then there were the still fresh impressions of being in that fitting room at Victoria’s Secret with her daughter Lia and with cute little Jessica just a few days ago, taking off all her clothes in front of the girls and seeing them both nude as well, staring at those tempting, barely pubescent bodies. My god, it was so unbelievably hot.

Add to all that how exciting it was to think about what Lia and Jessica presumably were getting up to with each other. There definitely was something going on between them, Nora was certain. And when she imagined the two young girls in bed, lying naked together, kissing and touching, it drove her nearly insane with lust.

 

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Jessica was on top of me, looking into my eyes, her face just inches from mine. She was going to kiss me — oh jeez, how I wanted her to kiss me! — but first, I had to say something important to her, tell her something huge.

I swallowed and licked my lips. Then I said, “Um, Jess…… I love you.”

She squealed and laughed and wriggled around, all at once. “God, yeah! Me too!”

“No, wait,” I protested, “you have to say it!”

“Oh, yeah, um, sorry.” My best friend giggled some more and looked at me, drawing out the suspense, until at last she whispered, “I love you too, Lia. I really love you.”

Then finally we did kiss, and oh my god, what an amazing kiss that was. It’s like I just disappeared inside her mouth and the rest of the world went away.

Which is sort of funny, because until about a week earlier, I’d never kissed anyone before, not really kissed them, I mean. And now here I was, totally addicted to kissing. I couldn’t get enough of kissing Jessica, and the way my mom would kiss my lips when she put me to bed at night, that practically made me faint. I loved kissing!

So, Jess and I both said we loved each other — like actual romantic love, which was fantastic — and then we kissed for a really long time. Except while we were doing that, we did something else too, something new we hadn’t done before.

After we’d been kissing for a couple minutes, Jess sort of started moving on top of me, rubbing her crotch on my thigh and at the same time pushing her knee between my legs, tight against my pussy. It felt so great. I immediately grabbed her butt with both hands, pulling her even harder into me while we kissed.

We were still dressed, of course, in our shorts and t-shirts, only our shoes were off. But that didn’t seem to matter one bit. It felt to me like we were making love, even with all our clothes on.

 

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A shiver ran through Nora as she stood by the window in her office, picturing her daughter with the other girl, a pair of twelve-year-olds making love. Jesus, she was so turned on.

She inhaled deeply, once, twice, and very slowly let her breath out, trying to keep herself under control, then turned back toward her desk. She glanced at her watch. It was almost 4:30. Most days she would work until at least 5:30, if not 6:00 or even later. But then, most days she was much more able to focus on her job.

Still, it was too early to leave and go home. She would, if nothing else, maintain the facade. Walking to the door of her office, she nodded to her assistant, then closed and locked the door and returned to her desk. The signal had been given once more. Nora would not be disturbed.

She removed the encrypted laptop from her briefcase, powered it up and entered the password. Less than a minute later, she was immersed in all those beautiful images she loved, young girls exposing themselves, spreading their legs, showing their smooth, hairless pussies.

Nora opened her tailored slacks and pushed them down to her knees, along with her panties. She’d already placed a towel on her chair to catch the extra drips. There might be a lot.

 

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Karen licked her fingers, savoring the tasty juices. She’d just finished masturbating, coming very hard as usual. Her hands were soaked.

She was standing naked in the family room, watching Sophie and Freja and Margaret make three-way love on the couch, while also keeping an eye on the lesbian porn video playing on the big-screen TV. This was a slow, quiet one that showed two apparently very young girls tenderly kissing one another while fingering each other’s pussies. It always made her very excited.

Everything seemed so great. Karen’s life was exactly as she wanted it to be, just the way she’d arranged it. Why, then, did she feel that something was missing?

She plopped down in an armchair, sighing heavily. “Hey, you guys?” she said.

 

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Little girls. Naked little girls. So innocent and sweet. So alluring. Nora could never get enough of them. She was consumed by her desires.

For the past several days, in fact, she’d been surrendering to this impulse more than ever. Instead of perhaps just once a day or even every other day, she’d locked her office door and masturbated at least once during the morning and then two or three more times each afternoon. Her lust was out of control.

This was a problem. She knew it. And she knew it had to stop, somehow.

She’d just finished coming again. It hadn’t taken long at all. With one hand on the touchpad of her private laptop, clicking through images, the other hand between her legs, rubbing her clit, she’d reached orgasm in only a minute or two.

But she was getting sore. Her pussy was very sore. This really was too much. Plus, of course, she wasn’t getting any work done. Something would have to give.

 

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Sophie raised her face from between Freja’s long, beautiful legs. She licked her lips and wiped her mouth, smiling as she looked over at her employer.

Margaret climbed off and got to her feet. She’d been sitting on Freja’s face and had enjoyed two lovely orgasms during the past few minutes. That Swedish girl sure did know how to lick pussy. But now her boss needed her.

Freja was lying on her back on the couch, short black skirt bunched around her waist, lacy white panties on the floor. She took a deep breath and pushed herself up on her elbows, turning toward Karen.

It was a somewhat unusual relationship in that Sophie, Freja, and Margaret were Karen’s employees, but also her sex partners — and yet it was even more than that. They were her friends too, her confidantes.

Sure, Karen had numerous other friends, women she went out with and fucked, or who would come to her house for lesbian orgies. But when she had something important to talk about, more often than not it was these three she relied upon for advice. They knew her better than almost anyone, and she valued their opinions.

Sitting naked in the armchair, Karen crossed her legs, frowning in concentration. After a moment, she began, “It’s her again. I can’t get her out of my mind. Even with all this…”

She waved at the porn movie, still playing, then nodded at the three women who were looking attentively at her. “Even with… everything I have, it doesn’t feel like enough, nowhere near enough. There’s this, um, this empty space. Do you know what I mean?”

“Of course, lassie,” said Margaret. “It’s only natural ya feel that way.”

A smile slowly crossed Karen’s face. “So… I’m thinking that I should, well, at least try, and see if something might happen with her. With us.”

 

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Using a disposable wipe, Nora carefully cleaned her hands, then shut down the laptop and returned it to her briefcase. After daubing her face with a tissue to dry the perspiration and fixing her makeup, she sprayed air freshener around the office. Then she sat back in her chair for a moment, thinking.

All that wonderful porn on her private computer, the photos and erotic stories and videos, it was just fantastic, irresistible, something she simply couldn’t live without. She would never want to give it up. Still, she had to be honest with herself. During the past three days she’d been using that as an escape. Obviously, she loved looking at those images and reading the stories and masturbating, but it was time now to deal with the real issues.

A few days earlier, Nora had made a very important decision, a potentially life-changing affirmation — but she hadn’t acted on that yet, had done nothing concrete to put her plans into effect and make her dreams come true. In fact, she’d been avoiding it.

She leaned forward, elbows on her desk, steepling her fingers. Could she really hope to do it, accomplish all that? Not only seduce Karen, but also bring both girls, their daughters, into an intimate incestuous relationship with their mothers? That seemed nearly impossible, unthinkable.

Well, the first part, getting Karen into bed, might not be too much of a challenge. She seemed willing enough. But as for the rest of it, probably not quite so easy. And yet, mmm, just imagine…

Her pussy tingled. Nora squeezed her legs together automatically. She might be sore, she was sore, but that sure didn’t stop her from getting turned on as she visualized herself and Karen naked in bed with Jessica and Lia, two moms and two girls having sex.

 

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For I don’t know how long, Jess and I lay there on my bed in my room and just kept hugging and kissing and kind of murmuring sweet little “I love you’s” into each other’s mouths. This was about the most exciting thing I’d ever done. Except like I said, we weren’t only just kissing and hugging, but more like humping. It was so incredibly great.

I loved this girl and I was kissing her and she was rubbing herself on me and I had my hands on her butt, holding her really tight, squeezing and pulling her against me, and my legs were spread really wide and her tongue was in my mouth and she was rubbing against me, harder and harder, more and more, and I was pushing up, pushing against her, over and over, again and again, like we were fucking.

Yes, that was it, I thought to myself. It was like Jessica was fucking me, like she was fucking me, fucking me — and then suddenly I came.

I broke the kiss.

“Jess, UNNH!!” I cried, scrunching my face, ducking my chin, feeling my slippery sweaty forehead on her hot sweaty neck, my body shaking with the spasms.

It was kind of embarrassing. This had never happened to me before, coming with all my clothes on just from rubbing against someone. Of course, lately I was doing a lot of things I’d never done before. Who knows what might be next — sex with my mom?

I actually had that thought while I was in the middle of climaxing with Jess on top of me. And when I did, it made me come even harder. The orgasm went on and on, like it would never end. I nearly blacked out from holding my breath, but finally it was almost over, a few more shudders and then I was done.

“Wow!” said Jess. “That was unbelievable. Did you really just come?”

“Y-yeah,” I managed, gasping out the word.

My eyes were blurry, my heart still pounding, and my clothes and hair were drenched with sweat — but I felt better than I’d ever felt in my life. I loved girls, I loved having sex, and I loved Jessica!

 

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Nora looked at her watch again. It was a quarter to 5:00. All right, she said to herself, I’ll go ahead and leave early today. Starting tomorrow, though, it’s back to work. No more fooling around. I have a career to think about.

She retrieved her suit jacket from the closet in her office and slipped it on. Then, as she was about to pick up her briefcase and head for the door, she felt a buzzing in her pocket. It was her cell phone. A text message from someone.

Continue on to Chapter 11

By Naughty Mommy

Jess seemed sort of shy when we woke up together on Sunday morning, smiling at me a bunch but saying practically nothing, which wasn’t like her. Usually she talks a lot, I mean really a lot. Anyway, we took a shower together but didn’t fool around much, just kissed a little bit. Then we got dressed and had breakfast. My mom was already up and said she would make whatever we wanted for us, so we had chocolate pancakes.

After that, we watched TV for a while, then my mom asked if we wanted to go to the mall. Jess said she would have to call her mother first and see if it was okay, but she did and it was.

Shopping at the mall that day was kind of weird. I thought maybe me and Jess would go off by ourselves, except Mom said she wanted us to come with her to Victoria’s Secret and help her pick out some new things to wear.

It felt so strange watching my mother try on all these sexy nighties and thong panties and garter belts and things like that. But she really wanted us to come with her into the dressing room. She said she needed our opinions and she didn’t want to have to leave the dressing room wearing any of that stuff.

You should have seen the smile on Jessica as she was watching my mom take off her clothes. Totally huge. I guess it’s true that she does have a good body. I mean, she exercises a lot so her legs are great, and she has really nice boobs. But still, she’s my mom and it’s hard getting past that.

The dressing room was pretty small, and with three of us inside, there wasn’t much space to move around. Even so, it was almost like my mother was trying to rub up against us or something while she was getting undressed and then putting stuff on. I don’t think either of us minded too much, though. Jess obviously didn’t, and the longer it went on, the more I started to think of my mom not only as my mother but also as a really sexy naked woman. When you’ve got a round bottom or a soft tit sticking right in your face, that makes it a lot easier to do.

My mom ended up deciding to buy a ton of stuff, thigh-high stockings and nighties and bras and panties and a couple of super short skirts too. That was definitely unusual. I’d never seen her shop for things like that. And then, guess what — Mom told us since Jess and I were nice enough to help her, we could each choose something for ourselves. Cool!

I’d never got anything from Victoria’s Secret before, and it was awesome being able to look all around the store and pick out whatever I might want. Of course, my mother did say that she would have to go into the dressing room and watch us try on the things we chose before giving her approval. Was that just so she could see us naked? I don’t know, maybe it was.

Jess went around grabbing a bunch of different things to take in the dressing room with us. It definitely seemed like she was excited to have my mom see her without any clothes on. I was feeling embarrassed about it at first, since I don’t have any boobs yet. Of course, Mom knows that, but I thought I’d feel stupid being so flat when my friend who’s so much shorter than me already has boobs, even though they are pretty small.

Except then I remembered what Jess told me about her mom and her friends, that they liked seeing girls like me with flat chests and no pubic hair. Was my mother that way too? Would it turn her on to see me naked, with my bald pussy and everything? That was hard to believe, but then a lot of really strange things had been happening ever since I met Jess and her mom.

Then I started wondering — did I want my own mother to get turned on from looking at my naked body? And you know, even though that seemed way out there, totally bizarre, I actually did. I really did.

I was thinking about all this as I wandered through the aisles, browsing. I took my time but finally chose a couple of different nighties to try on. Nothing especially sexy, but really pretty with lace and stuff. I knew I would feel grown-up wearing them, and I liked that idea. Then we all went into the dressing room.

 

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Nora was well aware she was crossing some significant lines here, going far past her boundaries. She certainly had not received permission from Jessica’s mother for the child to watch her remove all her clothes in a dressing room at the mall, nor for her to see the preteen girl naked. Somehow, though, she knew this wouldn’t be a problem. It was almost as if she could hear Karen’s voice, that smoky, seductive voice of hers, telling Nora, sure, go right ahead, have fun.

And so she led the two girls back inside, closed and locked the door, then sat down on the bench to enjoy the show. She shifted into the corner, giving the kids a little more room, and crossed her legs, squeezing her thighs together. Of course, what she really wanted was to open her jeans and push her hand down inside her panties and masturbate, but she wasn’t ready to go quite that far yet. Not quite.

As Jessica held up two fistfuls of items — bras, panties, nighties, a tiny string bikini — she cocked her head and asked with a coy smile, “Which one do ya wanna see first, Ms. Deming?”

Her eyes hooded, the woman slowly licked her lips, then said quietly, “You can just call me Nora, okay, darling?”, and caught a startled look from her daughter.

It had always been their custom for Lia’s friends to address her mother as ‘Ms. Deming’. Nora tended to be formal about such things. But now the situation had changed. After the decision she’d reached the previous night — affirming that not only would she seduce Karen Montrose, but that they all four soon would become lovers, two moms and two daughters in an incestuous lesbian foursome — being on a first-name basis seemed a necessity, an important beginning.

A frisson of lust ran through Nora as she thought about her plans. Hoping the reaction hadn’t been too obvious, she recrossed her legs, squeezing her thighs even more tightly together, creating a delicious hot tingle inside her pussy, and in a voice that quavered more than intended, she said, “Which, uh, whichever one you want, honey. Whatever one you like best.”

“Okay,” said Jessica. She dropped her bundle of flimsy garments on the bench, then lifted her t-shirt over her head and off.

Nora shuddered, nearly beside herself with arousal. Oh my fucking god, seeing the girl’s little buds, those enticing cone-shaped titties and puffy pink nipples, seeing them right there in front of her, close enough to reach out and touch, it almost made the woman come on sight.

As her breath caught in her throat, she had to swallow, her mouth watering. She licked her lips again and without even meaning to started actively scissoring her thighs, stimulating her clit.

A glance at her daughter revealed another surprise. Lia was gazing at her mother with an expression Nora had never before seen on the girl. She could swear she saw lust in her eyes, a look of desire. But could that really be?

Lia had brought two nighties in with her, hanging them on a hook. Now, as she unbuttoned and unzipped her shorts, she kept her eyes trained on her mother’s. She slipped both thumbs inside the waistband of her panties, and gradually pushed them down along with her shorts, seemingly not in any hurry… letting Nora take in more and more of the lovely white skin of her belly, her hairless mound, and then her smooth bald slit.

Fuck! Look at that! Nora broke out in a sweat. She was finding it very hard to breathe. Her hands were in tight fists, and they were not the only thing tensed. Her thigh muscles squeezed together again and again — clench and release, clench and release — bringing her dangerously close to a climax.

Trembling, almost on the edge, she stared as Lia slowly slid her shorts down her legs, those long, slim, perfect adolescent legs. Oh. My. God. Nora made an effort to inhale without panting, trying her best to breathe as normally as possible.

She heard a giggle from Jessica. The girl evidently had paused a moment while Lia was doing her strip show, but now she opened her shorts as well and pushed them down along with her panties, stepping out of them. At the same time, Lia pulled her own t-shirt up and off, tossing it on the bench.

And there they were, a pair of cute twelve-year-olds standing naked in front of her, grinning at Nora. Their bodies were quite different: one tall and slender and smooth with very little shape, the other much shorter but with the beginning of curves, hips that flared slightly, swelling breast buds, and also a bit of dark hair around her pussy.

Jesus fucking god. Taking a deep breath, swallowing one more time, she forced herself to relax, her fists to unclench. As she pushed her hair back from her face, feeling the abundant perspiration on her forehead, Nora tried to smile at the kids, act casual. It wouldn’t do for her to completely lose control, certainly not in the dressing room of a crowded lingerie store. That wouldn’t do at all.

She’d thought a few minutes earlier how badly she wanted to masturbate. Now she realized there was something else she desired even more than that. Nora so wanted to make love with these beautiful young girls, take them in her arms, touch and kiss and lick them all over.

Of course, she couldn’t do that — not here, at the mall, and not today, not just yet. For now, she could look as much as she wanted, take in every detail and keep them in her memory, but she couldn’t touch the girls the way she really wanted to, and she couldn’t make herself come either.

Deliberately, Nora uncrossed her legs and laid her hands on her thighs, making them go limp. Offering another weak smile, she nodded and said, “Okay, let’s see how you look in those little things.”

 

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That was so insane, like something out of a crazy dream.

Me and Jessica naked in the dressing room at Victoria’s Secret, with my mother sitting there looking at us. And she wasn’t looking in a normal way either — I mean, my mom was totally staring, her eyes going up and down our bodies, licking her lips and stuff. It seemed like she was just so turned on. She was breathing really hard, her face red and sweaty, and kind of shaking all over.

I’d been wondering before if she would get excited seeing us naked — especially me with my flat chest and my bald, little girl slit — and now I had the answer for sure. The way my mom stared at my pussy for so long, and then swallowed, like it was making her hungry, I could easily tell how much she wanted me.

Wow! What a thing for a girl to discover, that her own mom wants to have sex with her! But you know what? That didn’t upset me at all. It made me happy! I know that sounds whack, but I can’t help it. I felt completely happy right then, like this was the best thing that could ever happen.

I heard Jess giggle, and I did too. I turned and smiled at her. She smiled back, then reached down and grabbed one of the little bras on the bench. It was black and totally see-through. She held it over her chest, looking at my mom.

“Should I try this one on, Ms. — um, I mean, Nora?” she asked.

“That’s… fine, whichever one you want,” said my mother.

It seemed like she was starting to calm down some, which I guess was good, although it actually made me want to excite her again. I took one of the nighties I’d chosen off the hook, wishing I’d decided to bring in some sexier stuff.

“Do you like this one, Mom?”

“Yes, I do, honey,” she nodded. “It’s very pretty.”

I put the nightie on, modeling it for my mother, insisting that she feel how soft the fabric was, then pulling the hem up above my waist as I stood right in front of her, asking what kind of panties would look best with it.

Jess and I went on that way for a while, teasing her with our bodies. This was something I hadn’t done before and I’d never known how fun it could be. Now that I do know, though, I recommend all girls try it with their moms!

Finally, after about fifteen minutes of this, she said, “All right, kids, let’s make a choice. Pick whichever things you like best and we’ll pay for them. We need to get going.”

In the end, my mother bought both nighties for me and Jess got two pairs of bras and panties. Yay for us!

Mom seemed to be in kind of a hurry after that. We paid for our stuff and walked out to the car, then dropped Jess off at her house and drove home. When we went inside, Mom told me she would be busy in her bedroom for a little bit and I could just do whatever I wanted.

By then, of course, I’d figured it out. When my mother said she was going to be ‘busy’, that meant she was planning to masturbate. And I also understood that when she came into our room the night before and touched my face, and her hand was wet and her fingers smelled funny, that’s because she’d been playing with herself. It was Mom’s pussy juice I had smelled and felt on my cheek.

So when my mother went to her bedroom that day to masturbate, I went into my room and did the same thing. That was pretty wild, and awfully exciting — to know that while I was rubbing myself, she was doing it too. I even left my door open a crack hoping that maybe I could hear when she came, and I did. She was really loud. I probably could have heard her even if the door had been closed.

As soon as my mom reached climax, I did too, almost immediately. And although I wasn’t as loud as her, I wasn’t very quiet either. I didn’t care if she heard me and knew what I was doing. In fact, I hoped she would.

And we didn’t stop after only one orgasm. Neither of us did.

My pussy was dripping wet after I came the first time, and my clit was still throbbing. It was all fat, too, bigger than I’d ever felt it before.

I kept on playing with myself, and in a couple minutes I felt another one building up. I rubbed some more, faster and faster, and then I heard a scream — “God!!” — my mother climaxing again. I went roaring over the top, coming even harder this time.

So, that’s how we spent the rest of our Sunday afternoon, my mom and I masturbating in our rooms, listening to each other come. I assume, anyway, that she was listening to me. I know I wanted her to, and she had plenty of chances. Like I said, I was pretty loud.

I think I came five times, although it might have been six or seven times, I don’t know. It got hard to tell them apart, just one incredible orgasm after another. My mother came at least as many times as I did, and probably more. I totally lost count, and in fact I actually fell asleep after a while, took a little nap. I guess all that stuff really wore me out — but in the best way possible!

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Mom was unbelievably nice and sweet later that evening. First she asked if I wanted to go out for dinner somewhere, any place I chose, but then she said, “Or would you rather just stay in, and we can order a pizza? Would you like to do that?”

That was something we almost never did, order pizza, because she said it wasn’t very healthy for you and also way overpriced.

I shrugged. “Uh, sure, pizza sounds great.”

“All right, what would you like on it? Anything you want…”

Wow, I really liked this new version of my mom. Whatever exactly it was that made the difference, I approved!

While we were eating our pizza — ham and pineapple on one side, pepperoni and sausage and black olives on the other side — she asked if I felt like watching a movie with her when we were finished. I wondered if she was thinking about something sexy, maybe like that movie Bound I’d seen at Jessica’s. That could have been interesting, but it turned out that wasn’t the idea.

“What was your favorite when you were little?” she smiled.

After talking about it for a few minutes, we decided to watch Toy Story 3. That was the first one I can ever remember seeing in a theater, and I’ve always loved it.

We made popcorn, and then my mother and I snuggled together on the sofa under a soft blanket. We watched the movie, laughing and crying and cheering for all those wonderful characters. It was one of the best nights of my life.

She helped me get ready for bed later, almost like I was a little girl again. Except she did more than she had when I was little, more affectionate stuff, I mean, like cuddling and hugging and kissing me a lot, telling jokes, even tickling.

My mother tucked me into bed and kissed me goodnight. It was on the lips, but it wasn’t really a sexy kiss — well, I guess it was, but it was better than that. It did make me excited, sexually, having her kiss me on the mouth, but it also made me feel warm and happy and truly loved.

“Goodnight, darling, I love you,” she whispered, then kissed me a second time.

“G’night, Mom, I love you too, a lot.” I wrapped my arms around her, squeezing, smelling her perfume. “Um, and thanks for… everything.”

Continue on to Chapter 10

By Naughty Mommy

Although I’d been so eager after dinner to make myself come, Jess actually came before I did. It was fun seeing that.

We were sitting up in bed leaning against pillows with the sheets around our waists, covering what our hands were doing while we watched the movie. When she reached climax, Jess sort of bounced and jerked in the bed, grunting each time.

Her eyes were closed, but her mouth was open, her lips pink and moist. It really made me want to kiss her. I wanted to touch her body too, put my hand under her nightie and feel her little boobs. I’m sure she wouldn’t have minded that, but I didn’t do it yet. For one thing, my mom might come in, and we needed to be careful.

So I just sat and watched her. And, you know, I could even smell her coming, smell the scent of my friend’s juicy pussy. I wondered if my mother would notice that — but there wasn’t anything we could do about it so I didn’t worry much.

After Jessica finished bouncing and grunting, she opened her eyes and smiled at me. “Well, that’s one.”

“How many times can you come?”

She shrugged. “Usually, I don’t know, maybe two or three times. Then I just get tired and sleepy. How about you?”

“Yeah, I’m sorta the same. When I was younger, just starting out, sometimes I’d make myself come like five times in a row. But now I get tired too fast.”

“Me too. I’m not tired now, though.”

“Me neither. And I haven’t come yet,” I grinned. “That’s actually three for you, though, counting before dinner.”

“Yeah, you’re right, I guess it is. Maybe tonight I’ll break a record.”

As she was saying this, Jess pushed the sheets down a bit and parted her legs. Her cartoon nightie was pulled up and I could see her pussy. Her dark pubic hair, the small amount she had, was sticky and wet. She brought one hand to her mouth, licking her fingers, obviously tasting herself. The other continued sliding up and down between her gleaming lips.

“Come on, get going. I wanna see you come,” she said to me.

“All right.”

But just then there was a knock on the door. “Girls?”

It was my mom.

 

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“I love you, Jess,” said Karen to her maid, Sophie.

The women were kissing, lying in Jessica’s bed, in her bedroom, Sophie wearing one of the young girl’s nightgowns. Karen had a hand between Sophie’s legs, rubbing the brunette’s wet pussy.

“I love you too, Mommy,” said Sophie, between kisses.

After a minute or so of kissing and caressing, Karen pushed a finger inside Sophie as the younger woman groaned.

“I want to make you come, Jess,” Karen whispered. “I want to fuck your little pussy and make you come.”

“That’s what I want too, Mommy,” said Sophie.

They kissed again as Karen slid another finger in, fucking her ‘daughter’ harder and faster.

 

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Nora paused a moment after knocking, then opened the door. The kids were in Lia’s bed, sitting up, watching a movie on TV, the covers around their waists. A lamp beside the bed was on. Although the light was at a low setting, Nora could easily see that the girls’ faces were red, flushed, perhaps even a little sweaty.

They looked at her guiltily. What had they been up to? Telling dirty stories? Tickling? Maybe something else?

“I just came in to say goodnight,” Nora smiled.

Before leaving her room, she’d slipped into a sexy black sleeveless nightie that came to mid-thigh, and she had nothing on under it. The gown was totally transparent, see-through. Nora knew perfectly well that the girls could see her breasts, her erect nipples, even her trimmed pubic hair. She also knew that some people, probably most, would consider such behavior inappropriate, but Nora didn’t care about that. She was too turned on.

As she stepped over to the bed, she moved her shoulders back and forth a bit, enough to make her breasts wiggle. That certainly got their attention. Both girls stared at her chest. Nora’s smile widened. Her pussy tingled.

“You having fun in here, on your sleepover?” she said to the kids, still swaying slightly, keeping the boob show going.

Nora saw Lia swallow, then lick her lips. “Yeah, we’re, we’re, um…” her daughter stammered, “we’re watching, um, ‘Princess Diaries’.”

“Okay, that’s fine. Do you guys need anything? Did you brush your teeth?”

They both nodded. “Yeah, we did,” said Lia.

“All right.”

Lia was on the far side of the bed, Jessica nearer. Instead of moving around to the other side, Nora placed a knee on the mattress and leaned across to kiss her daughter.

She saw Lia blink with surprise. A kiss at night was not something the girl normally got from her mom, at least it hadn’t been since she was younger. Typically they just said goodnight to each other and that was it. But now Nora brought her mouth to Lia’s. She put a hand on her cheek and kissed her lips.

When Karen had left after dinner that evening, the kiss she gave Jessica seemed to last for several seconds, longer than you might expect a standard mother-daughter kiss to be. So when Nora kissed Lia, she held it for a moment or two, not as long as Karen had, but long enough that she felt Lia squirm, heard her catch her breath.

Nora ended the kiss. “Goodnight, honey,” she said, softly patting Lia’s cheek.

The hand on the girl’s face was the same one Nora had fucked herself with only a few minutes earlier, the palm that had been wet with her juices. It still was. Not quite as wet now, perhaps, but damp and sticky. Nora deliberately hadn’t washed her hands.

“Um, g’night, Mom,” Lia mumbled, her eyes wide.

Nora wondered, could her daughter smell the scent of sex on her fingers? Well, obviously she could smell it, the aroma was clearly noticeable, but would she realize what it was? Would she know it meant her mother had been fucking her pussy that night, masturbating in her bedroom, coming all over her hand?

That dirty thought made Nora tremble with lust. Licking her lips, she smiled at Lia. The temptation to kiss her again was powerful — and not just a simple kiss on the lips this time, but shoving her tongue into her mouth, really kissing her.

No, of course she wouldn’t do that, though she certainly wanted to.

She did do something else, however. As she started backing up, Nora’s knee ‘accidentally’ slipped off the bed, causing her to drop on top of Jessica, her breasts pressing against the girl’s slender thighs through the sheets.

“Oops,” Nora giggled, “sorry.”

After pausing a moment to enjoy the intimate sensation, Nora pushed herself up again, getting to her feet. Standing beside the bed, she let her fingertips brush over her hard nipples as she slowly raised her hands to push her hair back from her face. Nora shook her head, making her breasts sway provocatively once more. Then she looked down at Jessica.

“Do you want a kiss too?” she asked.

The girl nodded eagerly, showing a coy smile. “Yes, please.”

“All right.”

Bending down, Nora took the child’s cute face in both hands, pressing their lips together. She held this kiss even longer than she had with Lia, then finally broke it with a smack. Jessica grinned at her.

“Okay, darlings, goodnight. Try not to stay up too awfully late, all right?”

“We won’t,” they promised unconvincingly.

Nora turned and wiggled her way toward the door, shaking her ass. She was really enjoying this, putting on a sexy show for the kids. Maybe someday she would get to do even more with them besides just tease. Maybe, although probably not. But it sure was fun to think about.

“Goodnight,” she said one last time, pausing to blow the girls a kiss and flash another smile before closing the door.

 

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“Wow,” said Jessica to me, her eyes wide, “your mom is way hot!”

“You think so?”

“Well, yeah, of course. Don’t you?”

“Um, I guess. Except, you know… she’s my mom.”

Jess sighed in exasperation, rolling her eyes. “We already talked about that, Lia. It doesn’t matter if she’s your mom or not. She’s still hot either way.”

I nodded, but said nothing.

“I mean, I think my mom is hot, and you do too, right?”

“Yeah, I do.”

She smiled. “I really like thinking about my mom. When I’m in bed at night, you know, playing with myself, that’s what I usually think about, seeing her naked. It gets me so excited.”

I realized then that Jess was already masturbating again. She’d slid down in the bed a little bit and was turned on her side, facing toward me. Although her hand was hidden under the covers, I could tell from the way it was moving that she was rubbing her pussy.

“When I, um, when I watch them,” she said, “when I’m watching my mom with her friends or the maids, I like seeing the others naked, but mostly my mom. I always watch her more than anyone else. And when she comes, it drives me crazy. I almost always come when she does.”

“You do?”

Suddenly I shivered, my legs squeezing together automatically. That was very exciting to think about — Jess watching her mom reach climax and coming at the same time. So hot!

I slid down too and turned on my side, facing Jessica, moving in close, our noses almost touching. I started rubbing myself again. My pussy was extremely wet now, much wetter than before, practically dripping onto the bed. Seeing my mother in that sexy nightgown and having her kiss me that way really had turned me on.

“Tell me more about watching your mom,” I whispered to Jess. “I like hearing about that.”

“Okay. Um… I mean, she knows I like watching her. And sometimes she kind of, like, puts on a show for me. When they’re having sex, or when they’re just masturbating together, she looks at me, and she opens her legs really wide so I can see everything and then she fucks her pussy for me.”

“Your mom does that?” I rubbed my clit faster. It was unbelievably arousing to picture what Jess was telling me.

“Uh-huh. She looks right in my eyes and spreads her pussy open with her fingers and then she fucks herself. It seems to make her come really hard when she knows I’m watching.”

 

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Karen climbed on top of Sophie, straddling her naked body. She crawled forward until her crotch was above the young brunette’s face.

“Look at my pussy, Jess,” purred Karen. “Look at Mommy’s pussy.”

Both women already had enjoyed powerful orgasms, Sophie with Karen finger-fucking her and Karen just after that while humping Sophie’s leg. But both were easily capable of multiple climaxes. Their lovemaking likely would go on for a long time that night.

Using her fingers, Karen parted her labia, exposing her sex. “Look at Mommy’s cunt, baby girl, look at Mommy’s wet juicy cunt.”

Sophie smiled, licking her lips. “Mmm, it looks so nice.”

Karen gradually lowered herself until she was almost touching Sophie’s face. “Look at me,” she urged. “Look at my pussy, Jess. Now watch me fuck myself.”

She slid two fingers deep inside. Her vagina was slippery with lubrication, her clit throbbing. She was on the edge again.

“You want to watch Mommy come? You want Mommy to come right in your face, little girl?”

Sophie nodded eagerly, her hands on Karen’s ass, squeezing.

“Mommy’s gonna come for you, baby!” The woman’s fingers moved very fast, pumping in and out, slapping wetly. “Mommy’s gonna — OHHH — FUCK!!”

Karen climaxed, hot juices splashing onto Sophie’s face, dripping into her mouth.

 

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As Jess continued to tell me about watching her mom, she’d closed her eyes. She was still talking, but almost like in a dream. And she was still masturbating, as I was too. In fact, we both seemed to be right on the edge.

“When I see, my mom,” Jessica panted, “her pussy, her fingers… so wet, and then… and then she — UNHH!!”

She grunted and shook. My friend climaxed, and so did I at the same time.

 

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Back in her own bed, Nora rubbed herself, thinking about those two sexy twelve-year-olds… her daughter and her daughter’s best friend, sitting in Lia’s bed together side by side, their faces flushed and shiny with sweat.

What had they been doing before she came into the room? They were watching a movie on TV, yes, but Nora had the feeling they’d been up to something else as well. Could they have been kissing? Or perhaps doing even more, like touching each other? Was that possible?

Nora turned onto her side, both hands working between her legs. She was still wearing the transparent black nightgown. It excited her to recall how the girls had stared at her before as she’d paraded her nearly naked body in front of them. So naughty, and so hot.

Were they talking about her now, about looking at her? Were they talking about the way she’d kissed them goodnight? Maybe they were, and maybe they were kissing each other.

A shudder ran through her, not quite a climax, but almost. It was so thrilling to imagine that, the two young girls in bed, holding each other, touching, kissing, using their tongues. Nora was breathing very hard, her pulse racing. At this moment, she felt more turned on than she ever had in her life.

Something was going on between Jessica and her daughter, Nora was certain of it. The looks on their faces said it all. She wasn’t imagining that. It was actually happening. This wasn’t just a fantasy. It wasn’t porn or an erotic story. It was real. A pair of barely pubescent girls, feverish with lesbian lust.

And there they were, in her own house, just down the hall. She could even get out of bed, creep back to Lia’s room, silently open the door a crack and spy on them, watch what they were doing. She wouldn’t do that, but she could if she wanted to. They were there, that close.

Right at this moment, they might be kissing, mouths pressed together, hands under their little nighties, caressing their smooth bodies, fondling each other’s nipples, eager fingers sliding down, going between their legs, and then —

Nora came.

 

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After Jess and I both came, we rested for a while, breathing softly, nose to nose, feeling warm and close. Then, without saying anything, she gently placed a hand on my bare arm, slowly leaned in, bringing her mouth to mine, and we kissed.

We’d kissed before, of course, during the sleepover at her house. But this felt different. That had been more like experimenting, trying something out, almost like a game. It was nice, very nice, but this was a whole lot better. This time it felt like we really meant it. We weren’t just kissing to try it out, but because we liked each other so much, because we were turned on by each other.

Jessica kissed my mouth, our tongues playing. We were both moaning. We moved closer together, hugging, our arms and legs wrapping around one another. It was almost like we were a single body, pressing so close.

We kissed that way for a few minutes, panting and moaning and kind of humping. And then we did something else.

As we were kissing, our hands kept sliding all around, petting and squeezing and rubbing. Now, somehow, almost by instinct, they went between each other’s legs. Jess was touching my pussy, and I was touching hers. Oh my god, this was so amazing — something I never thought would ever happen, and now it was!

I felt her hand rubbing my lips, my pussy lips. When her fingers slipped between, I gasped, shaking all over.

Jess broke the kiss. “Is this… okay?” she asked.

“Uh-huh,” I panted. “Don’t stop!”

“You either,” urged my friend. “Make me come!”

 

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“Make me come, Mommy,” said Sophie to Karen. “Fuck my pussy and make me come.”

They were tribbing, Karen astride the younger woman. Earlier, right after masturbating on top of Sophie, Karen had grabbed the brunette’s head in her hands, shoving her pussy into her mouth, frantically humping her, basically fucking her face. She’d come two more times that way, then slid down, and they’d kissed for several minutes.

Now Karen was grinding on her, pussy to pussy, while talking dirty. Sophie adored this. She craved sex with women, especially older women. It especially thrilled her when the women would ask her to call them ‘Mommy’ or when they called her ‘little girl’. Several of Karen’s friends enjoyed playing that game with Sophie, and she was always happy to do so.

Raising her knees, opening her slender thighs as wide as she could, Sophie gripped Karen’s ass, pulling their cunts together. “Fuck my pussy, Mommy! Fuck my little pussy and make me come!”

“You want that, Jess? You want Mommy to fuck you?” Karen cried out. “Want Mommy to fucking come on you?!”

She came again, very hard, and Sophie came too, the women bonding in their forbidden fantasies of lesbian incest.

 

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Nora sucked her fingers, tasting herself. After a few seconds, she changed hands, going back and forth, one hand in her mouth, the other between her legs, inside her dripping pussy.

This was a technique she’d used before. It was almost as if she was eating her own cunt. Nora could come repeatedly this way — although her usual practice was to imagine that she was eating someone else, preferably a young girl just entering puberty, or perhaps a beautiful woman, someone like Karen.

Mmm, god, how she would love to eat Karen’s pussy, not to mention Jessica’s, and of course, Lia’s, her own daughter’s.

That would be the ultimate, all four of them in bed together having sex, sharing their bodies, sharing their love and their lust. But could that ever actually happen?

Well, yes… maybe it really could. In fact, Nora should make it come true. Absolutely, that’s what she would do! She would make it happen!!

And with that thought, that decision made, when Nora assured herself that all her fondest dreams were about to become reality, another climax suddenly erupted within her, the most powerful one yet. She cried out, heedless of whether the little girls might hear, her body convulsing in erotic passion, juices squirting from her pussy, soaking the sheets.

It went on and on, a long, extended, nearly continuous orgasm, peak after peak after peak — until finally she was done, sated, finished for the night. Exhausted, but very pleased, Nora fell fast asleep.

 

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“Did you like that?” Jess asked with a smile. Her hand was still between my legs though not moving now, just resting gently on my pussy.

“Yeah, of course I did. It was great.”

We’d both come twice that way, masturbating each other. I came first, almost right away. Then I gave Jess two orgasms, and after that she brought me one more time.

“I’m glad we did it,” she said. “I’ve been, you know, thinking about it, a lot.”

“Me too. Um, both. I’ve been thinking about it, and I’m glad we did it.”

She giggled and kissed me. “I like you, Lia. I really really like you.”

“I like you too. I really do.” We kissed again.

That was as far as we went that night. My best friend and I kissed a little more, talked a little more, and then pretty soon we drifted off.

Continue on to Chapter 9

By Naughty Mommy

The dishes could wait, but Nora couldn’t. She was too aroused.

It had been so thrilling to flirt with Karen, incredibly stimulating to caress another woman again, feeling her soft, warm skin, gazing into her eyes while sending unspoken messages of desire and seduction. Nora hadn’t realized how much she’d missed this, the touching and the teasing. It had been far too long. The idea alone made her pussy wet, and doing it for real was unbelievably exciting.

Of course, she knew such behavior was out of character for her, at least in recent years. Nora had seen her daughter’s almost comical reaction — Lia staring in astonishment, her mouth hanging open. That was impossible to miss. Jessica seemed to enjoy the show as well, smiling and giggling as their two moms flirted with one another.

But beyond Lia’s look of surprise, Nora thought she’d observed another response. She saw her daughter squirming in her chair, licking her lips, cheeks flushing. It appeared she might be getting turned on. Could that really be? A twelve-year-old girl becoming sexually excited while watching her mother try to seduce another woman? Nora hoped that was true — it was such a naughty thing to think about, and so hot!

And there was something else Nora had observed. During the evening while she and Karen were exchanging gentle caresses as they chatted, she noticed Karen turning from time to time to gaze at their daughters. Nora was almost sure she’d detected a certain look on the woman’s face then, a look she herself knew very well — the lustful leer of a woman who is drawn to young girls.

Could that really be? Did Karen actually share that forbidden desire with her, or was Nora only imagining it? It seemed too much to hope for, yet she couldn’t deny what she had seen. She’d watched Karen studying the girls, her eyes going from their pretty mouths down to their chests… lingering especially on Jessica’s little buds poking through her tight t-shirt, under which she plainly wore no bra.

Speaking of no bra, Nora was extremely pleased with what she’d chosen to wear, and what not to wear. On Tuesday afternoon that week, she’d left the office early (something she virtually never did) so she could do some shopping. After much deliberation, she’d settled on a lovely emerald green silk dress, bias cut, that came to just above her knees and that could be worn either with a bra or without.

She’d tried it both ways while getting dressed for dinner, and finally decided to take the plunge, leaving her bra off. A glance in the full-length mirror on her closet door showed a woman in the mood for sex, intent on seduction. This was precisely the impression Nora wanted to convey.

It worked. Not only did Lia’s eyes about pop out of her head when she saw what her mom was wearing, the daring outfit drew Karen’s attention too, and her appreciation. The beautiful brunette made no attempt to disguise her reaction, literally licking her lips as she admired Nora’s firm round breasts, their shape fully evident through the thin fabric. Cute little Jessica was the same way, openly staring at her erect nipples. Like mother, like daughter.

This again was something Nora had not done for a very long time, dressing to arouse others. It excited her to do it, and the looks of approval she got that night from the woman and the two girls kept her nipples hard and her pussy moist.

So, when you put this all together — her exhibitionist apparel, flirting with Karen, seeing Lia evidently becoming turned on by that, watching Karen ogle their young daughters — by the end of the evening Nora was nearly out of control. As she stood at the front door saying goodbye to Karen, she was already on the edge, trembling with lust, ready to explode. And when she saw the way the woman kissed her daughter goodnight, right on the lips and how long the kiss lasted, that almost made Nora come on the spot.

Somehow she managed to contain herself, barely, telling the kids she would put off cleaning up the kitchen until tomorrow and that they could go ahead and do whatever they wanted.

What Nora wanted, what she badly needed, was to come.

 

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I was super glad when my mom said we didn’t have to help with the dishes. After quickly saying thanks to her, I grabbed Jessica’s hand and we ran to my bedroom. I needed to come so bad!

Closing the door behind us, I immediately turned to my friend. “You wanna masturbate again?”

Jess giggled, nodding fast. She seemed really excited. Her cheeks were all red, her face shiny, and she was smiling insanely. I guess I probably looked the same way.

She cocked her head toward the computer, her eyes big. “More porn?”

“Um… no, I don’t think so. I mean, I’m afraid my mom might come in and catch us, you know?”

“Would she get mad?”

That made me stop and think. Considering how my mother was acting that night, it was hard to predict. Almost anything could happen.

I put my hand to my chin. “Well, I don’t know.”

Jess squeezed my other hand, which she was still holding, and waggled her eyebrows. “I think your mom wants my mom.”

“I know, I think you’re right,” I laughed. “God, it’s really amazing.”

“So, come on, let’s watch porn.”

“No, I — I just don’t want to take the chance. But, um, I have another idea, a better idea, I think.”

She shrugged. “Okay.”

“Let’s get in bed and then put on a movie, a regular movie. We can pretend we’re watching it in case my mom comes in, but we can play with ourselves under the covers.”

“Ooh, nice idea!”

And that’s what we did.

After pulling a nightgown from her backpack, Jessica quickly took off all her clothes and slipped it on. The nightie was short and pink with My Little Pony cartoon characters on the front. It made her look more than ever like a little girl, only seven or eight years old.

Although usually I just slept in panties and a t-shirt, because Jess was wearing a nightie, I did too. Mine was an old sleeveless blue one of Lilo & Stitch. It was really small on me, and like her, I wore no panties under it. Then we brushed our teeth and got in bed.

 

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Arriving home and parking her Audi A8 in the garage, Karen went inside the house. Freja greeted her, inquiring if she needed anything.

“Mm, well… is Sophie upstairs?” asked Karen.

“Yes, I think she is.”

“All right. Uh, please go up and tell her that I want her to go to Jessica’s room, put on one of her little nighties, and then get in bed, okay?”

“In Jessica’s bed?”

“That’s right.”

Freja smiled, and said with a wink, “I’ll tell her,” then turned and headed up the stairs.

Karen followed the tall blonde with her eyes, admiring those incredible long legs under the short skirt. Such a sexy woman. But tonight she had other ideas.

As she walked down the hall toward the family room, Karen kicked off her shoes, then stripped off her blouse, her skirt, and her panties, leaving them on the floor. Naked, she switched on the big-screen TV and stood in front of it. A movie came on, one from Sweetheart Video, a scene showing two beautiful women in scorching hot tribbing action.

Giving Sophie time to get ready, Karen watched for a few minutes, licking her lips and rubbing her pussy, then turned off the movie and went upstairs to her daughter’s room.

 

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The movie we put on was The Princess Diaries. It was Jessica’s choice to watch that one. We’d both seen it before, but never together. And she had some very interesting thoughts about it.

“You know what I like to think?” my friend asked, when the Julie Andrews character appeared.

“What?”

“Um, I like to think that the girl and the grandmother — you know, later when she’s in her bedroom, helping her get dressed and stuff — that they start kissing and then have sex. Only of course they don’t show that part in the movie.”

“Wow, really?”

“Yeah. Don’t you think that’s hot?”

“Um, I guess. I never thought of it that way before.”

“I love stuff like that,” said Jess, “thinking of, um, moms and daughters… or like, you know, sisters together, it gets me so excited.”

Obviously she was excited right now. I could see her hand moving under the covers, pretty fast. I was masturbating too, of course, like we’d planned, but just sort of tickling my clit.

“Do you like that?” she asked, turning to me.

“Do I like what?”

“You know, moms and daughters, or maybe sisters having sex? Does that get you hot?”

I shrugged. “Maybe. I mean, like I said, I never thought about it that much.”

But then I remembered what had happened during my sleepover at Jessica’s house — when for some reason I suddenly got this image in my head of me and my mother hugging each each other, kissing, using our tongues and everything — and I remembered how much that had turned me on. It was a totally strange experience, but definitely hot.

So I said, “Yeah, actually, I guess I do like that idea, moms and daughters. It really is sexy.”

“I know,” said Jess, “it is.”

 

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Karen stepped into her daughter’s bedroom, Jessica’s room. A lamp by the bed was on, turned down low, dimly lighting the room. Karen moved a little closer. In the bed, a girl slept, a young brunette, or at least she pretended to sleep.

With one hand on her breast, squeezing the nipple, the other working between her legs, Karen stood for a moment, looking down at the girl. Then she pulled back the covers and climbed into bed, nude.

Her fingers slippery with her juices, Karen touched the girl’s cheek. “Jess, honey? Wake up, I need you…”

Sophie’s eyes blinked open. She smiled. “Mommy?”

Karen took the girl in her arms. They kissed deeply.

 

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In her bed, Nora masturbated. She’d already come one time. That had happened almost instantly, with just a few strokes of her clit. Now she was taking it a bit slower, lying on her back in the dark and massaging her pussy, playing with her breasts, while thinking about Karen.

Was it really possible that they shared the same sort of secrets? Had the same hidden desires? Nora deeply hoped it was true. For one thing, she liked Karen very much. The woman was warm and friendly, bright and amusing, not to mention stunningly attractive. Nora felt pulled toward her, and she had the impression Karen felt the same way. Maybe they really could have something together.

Of course, to make a relationship work, a genuinely close, loving relationship, they would have to be completely open with each other, holding nothing back. That meant… everything… the kind of taboo erotica Nora loved so much, all those illicit photos of underage girls, and her dark, delicious fantasies of lesbian incest.

To share all this with someone would be a dream come true. Especially if it was with a woman as beautiful and as sexy as Karen. The thought sent a tremor through her.

She pushed two fingers inside her vagina. They slid in easily. She was extremely lubricated. Nora fucked herself as she imagined telling Karen every bit of it and seeing the woman respond eagerly. She saw the two of them becoming deeply, intimately involved, sharing love and sharing even more — uniting in their unbridled lust for little girls. Nora came hard, feeling hot juices squirt into her palm.

 

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“Have you ever seen ‘The Sound of Music’?” Jessica asked.

“Sure,” I nodded, “lots of times. It’s good.”

“Yeah, I love it. Especially because, in it, she — um, that, Julie Andrews, I mean — you can tell how much she really wants to have sex with the girls she’s taking care of. When I’m watching, that’s what I always pretend. I pretend they do it. And in this movie too, that’s what I pretend.”

I looked at my friend. Her hand was moving a lot faster under the covers now. I could hear the squishy sound of her fingers rubbing her pussy. Her face was shiny with sweat and she was breathing hard, kind of huffing and puffing.

Then I looked back at the TV screen, and pictured those two pretty actresses naked in bed, making love. “You’re right, that is awful hot, a teenage girl with her grandmother.”

“I know, it is,” said Jess. “And um, and with the mom too, all three of ‘em together.”

“Yeah, it’s—” I began, but I was interrupted.

“UNHHH!” Jessica reached climax.

 

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After she’d calmed down a bit, getting her breathing under control, Nora brought her hand up to her face, sniffing it, inhaling the heady scent of her pussy. That second one had been a nice orgasm, very nice indeed, but she wasn’t done yet. She still needed more.

The woman traced her fingers over her lips, licking them, tasting herself. She wanted to come again, probably several more times.

But before that… Nora pushed the covers back and sat up in bed. First, she should go in and say goodnight to the girls. Then she would have the whole rest of the evening to fully indulge herself.

Continue on to Chapter 8

By Naughty Mommy

I thought about it for a long time, all day Saturday while doing my chores (laundry and some yard work) and on Sunday while writing a report for my history class at school, before finally asking my mom. It seemed like a big deal to me, because it was a thing I didn’t do very often — have someone for a sleepover. This would be the first time since we moved, and in my whole life I’d only done it a couple of times before.

So I just waited and kept thinking about it until we were eating supper on Sunday night. Then at last I brought it up. And guess what, my mom totally surprised me. Not only did she say, yes, it would be fine for me to ask Jessica to stay over at our house the following Saturday night, she also suggested we should invite Jessica’s mom, Karen, to have dinner with us that evening. Wow!

My mother and I are kind of similar in that we don’t have many friends. For me, it’s mostly because I’m shy, and with my mom, it’s because all she does is work all the time. Even on the weekends, she’ll bring stuff home that she has to deal with, and it’s also not unusual for her to spend most of the day Saturday at the office. She’s very ambitious.

Anyway, I really couldn’t remember the last time my mother invited someone to eat with us. It just never happened. That’s why I was so surprised.

In fact, it was sort of weird the way she was acting that entire weekend. She worked outside with me on Saturday, planting rose bushes in the front yard, and she seemed a lot more upbeat than usual, laughing and even telling jokes. It was almost like she was drunk or something — which I knew she couldn’t be, because she practically never drank.

Then on Sunday night, when I asked her about having Jess sleep over, she reached across the dinner table and squeezed my hand, smiling really big. “Oh, what a good idea, Lia! I’m so glad you thought of that.”

It made me wonder if aliens had taken over my mom’s body and put someone else in there. Not that I minded her being so happy and cheerful and everything. It was nice, obviously, but just very strange.

“And, you know, honey,” she continued, “since we’ll have Jessica here, maybe we should ask her mother over too, to have dinner with us that night. What do you think?”

I was so stunned I didn’t know what to say. I simply sat there with my mouth open, pretty rude since I’d just taken a bite of mashed potatoes.

“Would that be that be all right with you, if we invited Karen to join us for dinner along with her daughter? You wouldn’t object, would you?”

“Um, no,” I finally managed to say, “it’s, you know, it’s fine. Sure.”

“Great!” She was nearly bouncing in her chair, so excited about it. “Then that’s what we’ll do. I’ll call her tonight and invite them both.”

I couldn’t believe it. This sure didn’t seem like my normal mom. Something was definitely going on, something odd, but I had no idea what it could be.

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Well, my mother called them up after dinner and invited them as we’d discussed, and they accepted. The next weekend, on Saturday, Karen and Jessica would come to our house for dinner, and then Jess would stay overnight, sleeping in my room. That was great, terrific — except now I had something else to worry about.

Karen was… sort of different. At home, as Jess had told me and as I’d seen for myself, the woman masturbated pretty much all the time. She was almost always naked and playing with herself, rubbing her pussy. So, what would she be like at someone else’s house? Would she say or do something that went too far, causing trouble?

When I saw Jess at school on Monday, she was super excited too. I decided not to say anything to her about the concerns I had, because, I mean, what could I say? All I could really do was wait and see what happened.

My mom and I went to the grocery store that Friday night, picking up all the stuff she wanted to make for them. She’d been talking to me about it all week long, going over various possibilities, continually changing her mind. I’d never seen her this way before, acting nervous and goofy like a kid.

Then on Saturday afternoon, after we worked in the yard that morning, weeding and getting some new flowers planted in the beds, she did her cooking, took a shower, then went to the beauty salon to have her hair and makeup done. Wow, you’d think she was going to the prom or something!

What surprised me most of all, though, was not the fancy dinner she made, with appetizers and stuff like that, and not even that she went and got her hair done. It was what she wore. Except for occasional important events that had to do with her job, cocktail parties and business affairs, my mom rarely got dressed up. I mean, she always looked good when she went to work, but just professional, you know, like in nice suits and low heels, certainly never anything sexy.

Tonight, however, oh my god! After she got back from the beauty salon, she checked everything in the kitchen, making sure it was ready, then went to her bedroom. When she came out, I almost didn’t recognize her.

Could this really be my mother? Wearing flirty high heels, her tanned legs gleaming with oil, a short slinky dress that clung to her curves — and no bra? You could even see her nipples! She was incredibly hot!!

“Well, what do you think?” she asked. “Do I look all right?”

After I picked my jaw up off the floor, I told her she looked fantastic, which was completely true. She smiled, and although it was hard to tell under all that makeup, I’m pretty sure she blushed too, like a schoolgirl. Things were getting stranger and stranger.

When the doorbell rang at 5:45, my mom was busy in the kitchen, so I answered it. I’d been wondering for a while how Karen would be dressed, and worrying about that. If she was too casual, that might make my mother’s look seem overdone, out of place. On the other hand, what if Karen wore, like, a stripper’s outfit or something? I really didn’t know what to expect.

As it turned out, her attire was perfect, exactly right. Karen was in strappy heels, a short pleated navy skirt, and a sleeveless white blouse with no bra under it. She looked fabulous. Jess, like me, was wearing shorts and a little t-shirt. Nothing fancy, just comfortable.

I asked them to come in, leading them into the living room. My mom came out from the kitchen and the two women greeted each other, exchanging hugs and air kisses and tons of compliments on how they both looked. Then Karen handed my mother a small wrapped gift, which kind of surprised me. I guess that’s the sort of thing rich people do.

Jess and I were about to head for my room, except I wanted to hang around for a minute and see what the gift would be. We waited and watched as my mother removed the wrapping and opened up the box. It was bottle of perfume, apparently a really expensive brand, some French name I’d never heard of. But she was all excited about it, thanking Karen and hugging her and kissing her again, only this time not an air kiss but right on the lips! Wow!

So then me and Jessica did go to my bedroom, and as soon as we got there and closed the door, she said, “Omigod, Lia, your mom is hot! So totally sexy!”

“Um, really?”

“Yes! She’s really hot. She has such a nice body and she’s so pretty. I love that dress, it’s amazing. Don’t you think she’s hot?”

“I… I guess, but, you know, she’s my mom…”

“That’s doesn’t matter, though,” said Jess, “she’s still sexy. I mean, I think my mom’s hot too, don’t you think so?”

“Well, yeah,” I shrugged, “but —”

“Do you have any pornos?”

That stopped me. Why would she ask that? She knew I didn’t.

I opened my mouth to answer, but Jess beat me to it. “No, I know you don’t, but I’m just really in the mood for it.” She pointed at the computer on my desk. “Can we go online and find something?”

“Um, well…”

This was like the Twilight Zone or something, Bizarro World. Everything was different from what I expected. I’d never seen my mother dressed up that way, and now Jess wanted to watch porn in my room! Not that we hadn’t done that before — we had, a couple of times during the previous week, but only after school before my mom got home, when there was no one else in the house. We’d never done it when my mother or anyone was around.

“Come on,” she urged, sitting down in the chair and switching on the computer. Maybe I should have protested, but I didn’t. I just went over to stand behind her.

We were such good friends, she knew my password. When the computer booted up, she entered it and a few seconds later we were on the Internet, searching for hot lesbian porn.

Which we found, of course. That’s certainly easy enough to do. But after we’d checked a couple of sites, watching brief snatches of girls kissing and fingering and eating other girls, Jess found what she was looking for.

“Here it is,” she said. She opened her shorts and stuck her hand down inside her panties. “I love this one. It’s so hot.”

The video was called Mommy and Me. The scene showed a pair of sexy blondes kneeling on a bed, taking off each other’s clothes. The woman kept saying, ‘We shouldn’t be doing this,’ and the teenage girl would say, ‘But I want to. I want to sleep in your bed with you, like when I was little.’ Pretty soon the girl was sucking on the woman’s nipples, and not long after that, she was fingering her pussy.

I gotta admit, this was pretty hot. Very hot. I’d never seen this video before, but I definitely liked it. Usually when I watch porn by myself, I’ll try to find young-looking girls kissing and touching each other, and then I pretend I’m there with them. This one was sort of a different, with a mother and daughter (supposedly, anyway) having sex with each other.

Although what we were watching turned me on, I still wasn’t quite willing to play with myself while my mom and Jessica’s mom were in the house. It just seemed too weird.

That didn’t stop Jess, however. After a minute or so, she suddenly stood up and pushed her shorts and panties, all in a bunch, down around her ankles, then sat again, spreading her legs and rubbing her pussy while staring at the screen. In the movie, the girl was licking and finger-fucking the woman, who was propped up on her elbows, holding her tits and pinching the nipples, saying, ‘Oh my god, yes, that feels so good. Eat Mommy’s pussy, make Mommy come in your mouth!’

Part of me thought I should tell Jess to stop, warn her that this was too risky, that we might get caught and get in trouble. But another part of me really wanted her to continue. It was exciting to imagine her having an orgasm with both our mothers right down the hall, not far away — so naughty and dirty and hot!

And she did. Pretty soon, I heard her moaning, “Uh-huh, uh-huh, uh-huh…” and then she started jerking, shaking in her seat. I squeezed my legs together while I watched my friend come. I could smell her juices. It made my mouth water.

Jess finished climaxing, but she didn’t stop masturbating. She just kept on rubbing herself while we watched the video together. On the screen, the woman was now going down on the girl, licking her daughter’s pussy, sucking her clit and shoving her tongue inside her.

I stood behind Jessica, my hands on the back of the chair. By then, I was breathing hard, squirming and repeatedly squeezing my thighs together, stimulating myself. It felt good, although I doubted I could come like that. I would probably have to use my fingers, but should I? I felt the heat rising in my cheeks as I thought about doing it.

Jess was starting to moan again, another orgasm apparently on its way. Then I made up my mind — I would go for it too. But just as I reached for my shorts, about to open them and slide my hand down inside my panties, we heard someone calling.

“Girls? Come on out, dinner’s ready!” It was my mom.

I tried to reply to her, but my voice caught. I had to clear my throat and start over. “Okay — we’ll, we’ll be right there!”

Shaking my head, trying to break out of the erotic trance, I said to Jess, “Come on, let’s go. We, uh, we oughta wash our hands first.” Mine were comparatively clean, but I knew hers were covered with pussy juice.

“Just, just a sec…” she mumbled, “almost there…”

I leaned forward, looking down between her legs. Her fingers were a blur, flying over her clit.

It really surprised me that she was going ahead, that she wanted to come so bad, but it also got me even more excited.

“Yeah, okay,” I said. “But hurry.”

Quickly I opened my shorts, pushing a hand inside my panties. I was extremely wet. I wanted to come too, but I knew I wouldn’t have time. It would take too long. Still, it felt great to play with myself, sliding my fingers up and down through the slippery folds.

In less than a minute, Jess reached orgasm again. “Unnhhh!” she groaned, a lot louder than she’d been before. I hoped it wasn’t so loud that our moms would hear. I stroked myself a few more times, then pulled my hand out, licking my fingers before zipping and buttoning my shorts.

After taking a moment to recover, Jessica closed the browser, then shut down the computer. It occurred to me that the keyboard was probably sticky and I’d have to remember to clean it off later. Or maybe I wouldn’t. It might be kind of cool to leave it that way.

She stood and pulled up her shorts and panties, turning to me with a big grin. “That was great. I really needed it.”

“Good, I’m glad,” I chuckled. “Now, come on, let’s go. They’re gonna wonder what’s going on.”

“You think they don’t know?” she said, a twinkle in her eye.

I frowned. “What do you mean?”

“Well, I mean, of course they know we masturbate. All girls do. And they prob’ly figure we watch porn. Nothing special about that. They might even think we’re lovers, since we’re such good friends and everything.”

“You… you really think they think that?”

She shrugged, “They might.”

“Um, I…”

Jessica grabbed my hand, starting for the door. “Come on, let’s go.”

“Wait — aren’t we gonna, you know, clean up first?”

“Nah, why bother?”

So we didn’t.

She and I went out and sat down at the dining table along with our mothers. My fingers were still noticeably moist, and I was sure Jessica’s were as well. I kept trying to sniff the air surreptitiously, to see if I could detect any hint of it. But luckily the other smells — the scent of the flowers in the centerpiece, the perfumes of the women, the aroma of the food — seemed to cover that up.

Dinner was great, and dessert too. My mom had done an amazing job with everything. Karen kept praising her, saying how wonderful it all was, and she was right. It was really terrific. I was hungry and ate a lot. By the end, I was stuffed.

What was most shocking about that evening, though, was not the delicious meal, and not just the way my mother was dressed, but how she acted. She was doing something I’d never seen her do. She was flirting!

It started right away, when my mom brought out the appetizers. Well, maybe it had started even earlier than that, when Jess and I were in my bedroom and they were having drinks. I’d heard my mother say something about fixing martinis — something else that was a first for her, as far as I knew.

Anyway, after she set these little plates down in front of us, with some shrimp in a fancy arrangement, she stood beside Karen’s chair, and said, “I hope you’ll like this. It’s from Gourmet magazine. I’ve never tried it before.”

As she was saying this, she slid the back of her hand slowly along Karen’s bare arm, going up higher, then softly caressing her cheek. I couldn’t believe what I was seeing.

Karen didn’t seem to mind this at all. She smiled and said, “It looks delicious,” while sort of nuzzling my mother’s fingers. Wow!

And that wasn’t the end of it either. All through dinner, my mom seemed to take every opportunity to touch Karen, reaching out to take her hand when they spoke, or stroking her arm again or gently rubbing her neck as she served the various courses. There wasn’t any doubt about her intentions. She was throwing herself at this woman, doing practically everything except taking off all her clothes and jumping on her.

But could this really be my mother, acting this way? It didn’t seem like her at all. I mean, I’d never once heard her suggest any interest in dating anyone, or having a relationship, or having sex — and certainly not with another woman! Not that there’s anything wrong with that, naturally, but I’d just had no clue my mom was that way, that she liked women. Apparently she did, however. Or at least she liked Karen.

And Karen seemed to like her as well, a whole lot. She was constantly saying how great everything was, which was true, but she just kept going on about it. She touched my mom as often as she could too, squeezing her hand or caressing her arm. I got the feeling from both of them that they couldn’t wait to get in bed with each other.

That was pretty weird to think about, my mother having sex with someone. I have to say, though, when I pictured it — Karen and her together, naked and kissing — the idea definitely excited me, no matter how surprising it was. In fact, the thought of that turned me on so much I started hoping it would really happen.

Jessica caught my eye a few times as all this was going on, nudging me with her elbow, giggling as we watched our moms flirt. She seemed to think it was funny more than anything else, while I was kind of bouncing back and forth between being aroused and being shocked. But mostly aroused.

In fact, after we finished dessert and the women were having coffee — sitting close together, holding hands, gazing into each other’s eyes — I suddenly realized how wet my panties were. Of course, they’d been damp when we came out from the bedroom earlier. Watching lesbian porn and rubbing myself had taken care of that. Now, though, they were completely soaked.

I must have been squeezing my legs together or something while I imagined my mother making love with Karen. Whatever it was, I was totally turned on. My pussy was tingling and I could barely keep from touching it. I really needed to come.

But then, as I was about to ask my mom if me and Jess could be excused so we could go to my bedroom and I could masturbate (I wouldn’t have mentioned that part, of course), Karen stood up and said, “What a lovely evening, such a wonderful dinner. Thank you so much.”

“You’ve very welcome,” said my mother, also standing. “I hope we’ll be able to do it again soon.”

They started toward the front door.

Once again, I was taken by surprise. Why was Karen going home so early? I wanted them to have sex! But apparently that wasn’t going to happen, at least not yet anyway. Maybe it would another time.

Jess and I got up and went with them out to the foyer, where we watched them say goodbye, kissing each other’s cheeks. I was hoping to see another kiss on the mouth, except we didn’t get that, unfortunately. But Karen gave her daughter a big hug, saying goodnight to her — and she did kiss Jess on the lips, a pretty long kiss too, in fact. Very nice.

After Karen left, I briefly thought about offering to help my mom with the dishes. I knew I should, but I really didn’t want to.

While I was still trying to decide, my mother said, “You kids can go on, do whatever you want. I’ll just put the dishes in the sink, worry about cleaning up tomorrow.”

Hurray!  “Okay. Thanks, Mom,” I said quickly before she could change her mind. Then I grabbed Jess’s hand and we raced off to the bedroom.

Continue on to Chapter 7

By Naughty Mommy

By Naughty Mommy