Juicy Secrets Forbidden Tales of Lesbian Love

By Naughty Mommy

By Naughty Mommy

My mom is a power walker. That’s how she gets her exercise. She says her knees are bad, so she doesn’t like to run, but she goes out for long fast walks almost every day after work before we have dinner and usually on the weekends too. When I was younger I used to ride my bike alongside her sometimes, but now I don’t do that anymore. I just let her go by herself.

Anyway, I wondered if that was her plan for Friday, if she would take me with her on her power walk and we’d stop by Jessica’s house. I hoped not, because my mom gets all hot and sweaty when she exercises that way and I didn’t want her to meet Jessica’s mother looking like that.

As it turned out, I didn’t need to worry. My mom skipped her power walk on Friday. She and I just ate a little supper, and then she walked me, at a fairly normal pace, the few blocks to my friend’s house.

Jessica opened the door and let us in. Their house was huge, at least twice as big as ours — and twice as nice too — with these high ceilings and fancy chandeliers and stuff like that. As my mother was saying hello to Jess, and I was gawking at everything, a lady walked up.

“Hello, I’m Karen Montrose.”

I looked at my friend’s mom. She was slim and barefoot, with her toenails painted red, and about five inches shorter than my mother, who’s 5’6”. In fact, Ms. Montrose was not any taller than me, I realized. She was wearing sort of a loose silk wrap-around thing (called a kimono, I think) in a bright flower print that came to just above her knees. Her hair was dark and shoulder-length, arranged in a perfect style for her face, which was not just pretty but really gorgeous. I mean, the woman looked like a model or something, right out of a magazine.

When she stepped forward to shake my mom’s hand, I caught a glimpse of her thigh, pretty high up too. I have to admit I wondered for a second if she was wearing anything at all under the kimono, but then I told myself it was rude to think about grownups that way.

Ms. Montrose asked, “Won’t you come in and sit down? Have a cup of coffee? Maybe a glass of wine?”

“Thank you, but I really don’t intend to stay,” said my mom. “I just wanted to make sure Lia got here okay, and I did want to meet you in person, Karen. It’s very nice of you to ask her over.”

“Oh, we’re glad to have her. Jessica’s been so excited. She can’t talk about anything else.”

They chatted a few minutes longer, and then my mother left.

As soon as the front door closed, Jess turned to me, her face glowing. “Do you want to see my room?”

“Now hold on, you two,” said her mom. “Before you go running off, I think maybe we should have a little talk, all right?”

“Yeah, okay,” Jessica shrugged.

Ms. Montrose led us through the super fancy front room, with lacy curtains and a shiny black piano, then down a long hall toward the back of the house. We came into kind of a family room. It seemed a lot more casual, with comfortable furniture and huge windows that looked out over the backyard and the swimming pool.

There was a big-screen TV in the room, and I saw a bunch of DVDs scattered over the low table in front of a couch that faced the TV. They were porn DVDs, all lesbian pornos it looked like, with pictures of ladies having sex with each other right on the covers.

“So, Lia,” said Ms. Montrose, “Jess tells me that she’s already let you know about us. How we… well, that we behave a little differently at home than most people do.”

As she was saying this, she undid the sash on her kimono, slipped it off her shoulders, and let it fall to the floor. Turns out I’d guessed right. She had nothing on underneath.

My mouth dropped open as I looked at the woman’s incredibly beautiful nude body. Her legs were really nice, her tummy was flat, and her breasts were small but sort of perky, with dark brown nipples. She had an all-over tan, and no hair at all, no pubic hair, I mean. Obviously she’d shaved it all off or had it waxed or something. The thing is, I just couldn’t take my eyes off her crotch. I knew I was staring, and I was embarrassed by that, but I couldn’t help it.

“You can call me Karen, all right?” she said to me, smiling.

I nodded in reply.

“Why don’t we sit down and relax?”

Taking a seat in the middle of the couch, Ms. Montrose — Karen — crossed her legs and patted the cushions on either side of her. “Come on now, girls, sit down next to me.”

I hesitated for a moment, but Jessica sat, and so I did too. I could feel my cheeks burning, my heart pounding. I’d seen my mom naked plenty of times, although that was mostly when I was younger, and I’d seen nude women on the Internet, in porn, but this was definitely something else. Sitting close beside this naked lady, and with all those sexy DVD covers — what was going to happen? Were we going to watch one of the movies? Was she going to masturbate right in front of us?

Pointing at the DVDs, Karen said, “I think it’s probably a good idea for us to talk about all this, get everything out in the open, all right?”

I nodded mutely, unable to speak.

“Lia, can you tell me what you thought when Jessica explained about us, about how we live? And especially about, uh, what I like to do with my free time?”

Now I had to say something. “Um, I, well, it’s okay. I mean, it’s fine, whatever…”

She uncrossed her legs, spreading her thighs slightly apart. A hand slid down, and she began to gently caress herself. “That’s good, because I wouldn’t want to do anything that will upset you.”

My eyes were very wide as I watched the woman’s fingers stroking her pussy lips. “No, it’s, I, I don’t mind,” I managed to say.

“And I also wouldn’t want to go against your mother. That is, if she would disapprove —”

“No,” I interrupted, “she’s, she’s cool. My mom says everyone’s equal. I mean if you’re gay or straight or whatever you like to do, it doesn’t matter, everyone’s the same, we’re all equal and stuff.”

“I agree with her,” Karen chuckled. “That’s what I think too.”

We were quiet for a half a minute or so, just sitting there, Karen casually playing with her pussy while Jess and I observed.

Finally she said, “Thanks for letting me talk with you about this. You girls can run along now. I just want everyone to be at ease, all right? This is our house, and we like to live the way we live. So, as long as you’re okay with that…”

“I am. I really am, I promise,” I assured her.

“Good.”

Jessica got to her feet then, and I followed her lead.

As we started to walk from the room, Karen switched on the TV. It came alive in the middle of a scene showing a pair of nude women on a bed, having lesbian sex. She also pressed a button on the table, and almost instantly a tall blonde maid wearing high heels and an extremely short skirt appeared at the door.

“Yes, ma’am?”

“Could you bring me some iced tea, please?” said Karen. “And tell Sophie, if she’s not too busy, I’d like her to join me.”

“Who’s Sophie?” I whispered to Jessica.

“The other maid, the upstairs one. That means they’re gonna have sex prob’ly. You want to stay and watch ‘em?”

“Um, no, not now. Maybe later. Let’s go to your room first.”

“Okay.”

We went down the hall and back to the front room, then trotted up a long, wide, curving stairway. I shook my head as we ascended, marveling at what I’d already seen. What else was going to happen?

 

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The movie Karen Montrose was viewing on the big-screen TV was titled Seduced by Mommy. It included several hot encounters between actresses pretending to be real mothers and daughters. Karen loved that sort of thing. Although she was fairly sure she would never actually do anything with her own daughter other than masturbate together, the idea of lesbian incest drove her wild.

A slim, petite brunette entered the room. In addition to being an energetic worker and a talented beautician, Sophie was young, just twenty-two, and very attractive, not to mention quite short, under five feet, and nearly flat-chested. It was easy for Karen to imagine when they made love that Sophie was just a girl, perhaps twelve years old… like Jessica.

Karen regularly enjoyed sex with her other maid as well, Freja, the blonde who was in her late twenties, and when she was in the mood for a change of pace, she would have a romp with Margaret, the buxom middle-aged cook with flaming red hair. She also had a few close friends she could trust with full knowledge of her lifestyle. They would often come to visit, which inevitably led to a delicious lesbian orgy involving everyone at once — all except for Jess, that is, who would usually watch and masturbate.

Perhaps someday when she was older, Karen would allow her daughter to join one of those group affairs, and maybe… well, maybe not. She saw nothing wrong with teaching Jessica about sex, and letting her observe, but as for the two of them doing it with each other, that might be best left to fantasy.

“Take off your clothes,” Karen said quietly to Sophie, “and call me Mommy, all right? Like we did before.”

The younger woman smiled and winked. “Yes, ma’am.”

 

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Jessica’s bedroom was huge, way bigger than mine. Our house wasn’t small, but this place was like a mansion or something. I set down my backpack, containing my nightie and my toothbrush and a change of clothes, and Jess gave me a guided tour of everything. She had her own bathroom, which I did also, except hers had both a shower stall and a bathtub, and the tub had whirlpool jets in it! So totally cool!

Back in the bedroom, she said, “So, what do you wanna do now? Are you hungry? The cook’ll fix anything you feel like having. All we gotta do is ask. Or you wanna to watch TV? We can watch a porno if you want. My mom won’t mind.”

I had a TV in my room too, but it was normal size, not a giant wall-mounted screen like Jessica had. How awesome would it be to watch movies on that, especially porn!

But then if we did watch porn, would Jess want to masturbate? And if she did, would I want to do it with her? Or would she possibly want to do even more than just masturbate, like maybe have sex with me? Although she and I had talked about almost everything with each other, we hadn’t talked about that yet, and I wasn’t sure I was ready for it. I mean, god, I was only twelve years old. That was too young, wasn’t it?

“Um, well, I guess I am kinda hungry,” I told her. I wasn’t really, but that seemed liked a good way to avoid the other subject, at least for the time being.

“Okay, so what do you want to have? Did you already eat dinner? You did, right? Do you just want dessert? Do you like fudge? Margaret, that’s the cook, she makes great fudge. Do you want that? Or we can have something else. Anything you want.”

Jessica was bubbling over with enthusiasm, eager to please. It seemed to me that she must not have friends over very often at all, and wanted to make sure I enjoyed myself and would want to come back.

“No, um, fudge sounds good,” I nodded.

“Okay, cool.”

Jess picked up a cordless phone from a table by the bed. I noticed that the base had lots of different buttons, almost like in a hotel or something. She pressed one of the buttons, and then a moment later said, “Margaret, can you bring us up some fudge? Yeah, and, um, two vanilla milkshakes — oh, wait —”

Putting a hand over the mouthpiece, she asked me, “Do you like vanilla milkshakes? Or do you want something else?”

“Sure, vanilla’s fine,” I shrugged.

“You’re not allergic to walnuts, are you?”

That made me laugh. “No, I’m not allergic to anything.”

“Okay.” Returning to the phone, she said, “So, yeah, two vanilla milkshakes and a plate of fudge with walnuts, okay? Thanks, Margaret.”

We sat on the bed, chatting for a few minutes until there was a knock at the door.

“Come in,” said Jessica.

It was the tall blonde maid who delivered our treats, setting a silver tray on a table, then asking with a smile if there was anything else we might need. Although it was embarrassing, I couldn’t keep myself from staring at her legs. They were just so perfect and seemed to go on forever. I noticed too that she had a foreign accent, and after she left the room, I asked Jess about it.

“Oh, uh, Freja’s from Sweden. That’s why she talks that way. Sophie’s from France, and Margaret is from Scotland. My mom likes ladies who come from different places. Do you think she’s pretty?”

“Who, your mom?”

“No,” Jessica giggled, “I mean Freja. I know you think my mom’s pretty, I could tell by the way you looked at her when she was naked. But what about Freja?”

“Well, yeah,” I said, “she’s really pretty. I mean, she’s so tall and everything, and well, really pretty.”

“I think so too. I like watching her with my mom, ‘cause Freja’s so big — so tall, I mean, and my mom is kinda small. It’s neat seeing them together.”

“You’ve seen them have sex?”

“Yeah, lotsa times. We can probably watch them tonight if you want to. I’m not sure they’ll have sex, but they might. They usually do. You want to?”

“Um, maybe… but right now let’s have our dessert.”

“Okay.”

 

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Nora finished studying the report and closed the binder. That was enough work for one night, especially a Friday night. She looked at her watch. It was almost 9:00. With Lia out of the house spending the night at a friend’s, Nora was free to do anything she wanted. And that meant, mmm, yes…

The private laptop was quickly opened and fired up. Soon a video was onscreen, showing a woman with a young girl who looked like she might be only thirteen or fourteen years old, or even less, though she was probably closer to eighteen. As Nora watched the two begin to kiss and fondle one another, she fantasized that they were a real-life mother and daughter.

Nora undid her robe, sliding both hands down inside her panties as she spread her legs apart. Her fingers went to work, rubbing her swollen clit and dipping into her juicy vagina, while at the same time her mind was busy too, giving the pair in the video just the right words to say, calling each other ‘Mommy’ and ‘little girl’ as they made passionate love.

She climaxed once, and not too long after that a second time. After the first short movie ended, she got up from the sofa and carried the laptop into her bedroom. This was something she would never do when Lia was at home, but now she could really enjoy herself.

Taking everything off and climbing into bed naked, Nora settled in for a long night of pleasure — looking at pictures of sexy little underage girls, reading some of her favorite lesbian incest stories, watching hot videos — and all the while masturbating to her lust’s content.

 

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After we finished our fudge and our milkshakes, we decided to put on a movie. Not a porno, just a regular movie. Sort of, anyway.

Jess had this one DVD, an old movie called Bound that I’d never heard of before. It was really good, though, and the best thing was that it showed the stars of the movie, a couple of great-looking women, actually having sex with each other. Wow! I’d never seen a movie like that, one that wasn’t porn, I mean, with so much lesbian sex in it. Not that this was hard-core or anything, but still it was super hot.

When it was over, Jessica said, “Did you like that?”

“Yeah, I did, it was great. I liked it a lot.”

We were sitting in her bed, which faced the wall-screen TV, leaning against pillows. Both of us still had our clothes on, but our shoes were off, of course. We had the covers pulled up around our waists and were holding hands. It was nice and cozy.

“You want to go see what my mom is doing now?” Jess asked, with a grin.

I swallowed hard. “Um… okay.”

Oh my god, would this be the first time in my life to see people really doing it, having sex right in front of me? My heart was pounding, my thoughts racing.

Then, as we began getting out of bed, I felt something between my legs, sort of a cool dampness. My panties were definitely wet, under my shorts. I wondered if Jess might be able to smell it, and then I wondered if she might be wet too. Considering how hot the movie had been, it wouldn’t surprise me if she was.

I almost started to say something about that, but then decided not to. When Jessica saw how I was hesitating, she grabbed my hand and pulled me toward the door, saying, “Come on, it’ll be fun!”

Continue on to Chapter 3

By Naughty Mommy

We moved to a new city for my mom’s job when she got a big promotion and now I have to go to a different school again for seventh grade. I’ve done that a few times before, and I guess I’m used to it. Sort of, anyway. Luckily on my first day there I met this really nice girl named Jessica, so at least I have a friend. I’m glad, ‘cause that makes things a lot easier.

Jessica is twelve, same as me, and she’s cute but she’s really short. She looks younger than twelve, with kind of a little girl face. What I mean is, if you saw just her face, you might think she was only seven or eight years old. Not that I look grown-up or anything. I don’t have any boobs yet, nothing at all, even though lots of girls my age do — including Jessica, which is frustrating ‘cause she’s smaller than me and looks so young. My mom always tells me to stop worrying so much about not having any boobs, that it will happen when it happens. I guess I just have to wait.

Anyway, Jessica is super nice. She’s kind of shy, like I am, and she says she doesn’t have many friends. That’s okay. It’s not how many friends you have, but how nice they are is what I think.

A few days after we met, I asked Jessica to come over to my house after school, and she did, and we had fun. My mom wasn’t home from work yet, of course, but me and Jess made popcorn and watched MTV and played video games, so it was great. I thought maybe she would ask me to come over to her house pretty soon after that, but she didn’t.

That seemed sort of weird. I didn’t say anything about it for a while, but after we had been best friends for about a month and we’d told each other practically everything, like all our secrets and stuff, and she’d already been to my house a bunch of times, I finally decided to ask how come she hadn’t invited me over to her place yet. I figured it couldn’t be because she was ashamed of what it was like or anything. I knew she lived about four blocks away from us on this street with a lot of big fancy houses. Theirs had to be really nice.

We were standing in my bedroom when I asked her. Jessica got kind of a serious look on her face, then put her hands on my shoulders and said, “Lia, are you for sure my best friend?”

“Yeah, you know I am.”

“And you will keep all our secrets totally secret no matter what?”

“Of course I will. You can trust me, Jess.”

“Swear to God?”

“Yes!” I crossed my heart.

“Okay…”

She stayed quiet for a minute, just staring at me, like she was trying to make up her mind. Finally she said, “See it’s, um, well, my mom is kind of different.”

“What do you mean?” Did she have three eyebrows or something, I wondered, or did she weigh 500 pounds?

Jess paused again, still looking at me, then said, “I mean, it’s not like she’s a bad person or anything, she’s really sweet, it’s just that she has her own way of doing things.”

“Okay, whatever, that’s cool. I don’t mind.”

“I know, but…” Jessica took a big deep breath. She licked her lips. She sat down on my bed, then looked up at me. “You know about, um, masturbation, right? I mean, we sorta talked about it.”

“Yeah, of course I do. So…”

“So, that’s what my mom does. Pretty much all the time. Once in a while she does other stuff, but mostly she just watches pornos and masturbates, all day long. Sometimes she’ll have sex with one of her friends, or a maid or the cook, but if she isn’t doing that, you can be almost sure she’s masturbating.”

She stopped and looked down at her hands in her lap.

I didn’t know what to say. My head was spinning around with all this new information. I had a million questions, but I didn’t know where to start or what would be okay to ask.

So I just stammered, “Wow, that’s, I’m… I mean… but, um, how do you know? Does she actually do it right in front of you?”

“Yeah, she does,” Jessica nodded, “in front of me, and whoever else is around, too. She watches lesbian porn and plays with herself in front of the cook or the maids, and practically anyone who comes to visit. That’s why I never have anybody over. I mean, I don’t mind that my mom does that. It’s really kind of cool, in a way, but some people might not understand. They might say she’s a freak or, you know, a pervert or whatever. So I’m just careful.”

“Well, yeah,” I said, “of course you would be.”

My friend glanced up at me. “So, um, Lia… are you really okay with it?”

“Yeah, I guess. I mean, whatever she wants to do, as long as she’s not hurting anyone else, right?”

“Right. That’s what I think.”

I sat down next to her, then asked, “Do you — like, have you ever watched any of — um, you said she watches lesbian porn?”

“Uh-huh.”

“And have you seen any of it?”

“Sure, she lets me watch it with her anytime I want.”

“Omigod, really??”

“Uh-huh.”

“Wow, um… how long have you been doing that?”

“Forever. I mean, since I was just a little girl. She’s never tried to hide it from me.”

“Is it — do you like it?”

“Yeah, it’s hot. Most of it, anyway. I like watching it.”

“And, um,” I swallowed hard before saying, “do you ever masturbate too? Like, you know, with her?”

She didn’t use any words in reply, but nodded and grinned, wagging her eyebrows.

It was amazing to picture Jessica and her mom masturbating side by side while looking at porn. That was so extreme! My mother would never in a million years have done anything like that with me. She’s just totally focused on her career, on getting ahead. She almost never says a thing about sex, and my guess is she never even thinks about it.

 

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Nora Deming got up from her desk and closed the office door, locking it. Her executive assistant knew this meant she was not to be disturbed under any circumstances. As the newly installed vice president of a rapidly growing property management firm, Nora possessed a lot of power. She still wasn’t in the big money, hadn’t made partner yet, but she was getting closer.

Ambition consumed her. Nora wanted to prove she was as good as any of the men. Right now all four partners who ran the company were males, and she was damned if she wouldn’t be the first woman to crash that clique. She worked long hard hours, and nearly every one of those hours was packed full of meetings, managing people, making tough decisions, analyzing the risks and rewards of potential opportunities.

But sometimes she needed a break. She had to get away, if only for a few minutes and only within her imagination. From her briefcase she removed a private, personal, deeply encrypted laptop. This is what Nora would use to make her brief escapes, to relieve the pressures of a demanding job.

Setting the laptop on her desk and entering the one-time highly secure password she’d generated randomly just that morning, Nora brought the machine to life. And now the world opened up for her, the real world, the one she lived for. Outside of Lia, her daughter, and right beside Nora’s unquenchable ambition for career success, nothing meant more to her than the images and stories cached on this carefully guarded hard disk.

Photos of lovely young girls, very young girls, mostly between nine and twelve years old, nude, displaying themselves for her, letting her see absolutely everything. And enticing stories of pretty girls just like them learning all about sex, playing with themselves, with each other, with their sisters, and with their mothers.

Nora was addicted to a certain kind of pornography — and this was her secret, a secret no one would ever guess. She kept this part of herself strictly hidden from the rest of the world. Only for a short time each day would she give in, allow herself to indulge, take the break she needed so badly.

Twenty minutes later, she was finished. After licking her fingers, savoring the taste of her own juices, she cleansed her hands with a disposable wipe, then shut the laptop down and placed it back in her briefcase. She sprayed air freshener around the office, touched up her makeup, checking to be sure there was no hint of perspiration left on her face or in her hairline, then unlocked the door.

“Cynthia,” she said to her assistant, “tell Matt I’m ready for his update now.”

“Yes, ma’am.” The young woman picked up the phone to call the regional manager and summon him to the vice president’s office.

 

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Jessica and I sat on my bed for a minute, just smiling at each other. I was thinking how her mom was obviously way different from mine. I hadn’t met her mother yet and didn’t know what she looked like, but I figured she might be kind of short like her daughter and she was probably pretty too, since Jess was so cute.

And she said they masturbated together! Oh my god, what an awesome thing to imagine, both of them naked and…

I shook my head, trying to get rid of such distracting thoughts, before asking, “Do you, um, does your mother watch any of the other kind of porn too? Like with men, I mean?”

“No, only lesbian. Or just girls by themselves, you know, masturbating and stuff like that.”

“Huh. Okay.” I nodded slowly, then said, “Um… can I ask another question?”

“Of course. Anything.”

“So, you said your mom sometimes has sex with your maid? And with the cook?”

“Uh-huh. Well, with both maids, actually, either together or separately, or with the cook. And sometimes with her friends too.”

“Yeah, but, um, well… is the cook, I mean, a woman? Not a man?”

She burst out laughing. “Of course, silly! My mom is a lesbian. She would never have sex with a man. Well, obviously she must have with my father when they were married, or I wouldn’t be here. But they got divorced a long time ago, when I was three, and I’m almost sure she hasn’t done anything with a man since then. Only with women, but mostly just with herself. My mom loves to masturbate. She does it all the time.”

It was interesting the way Jessica kept emphasizing that. I got the feeling that she really enjoyed watching her mother, even more than she was letting on. And that made me think of something else to ask.

“All right. But, uh, when she does it with, like, somebody else, when she has sex, I mean… does she let you watch that too?”

“Sometimes,” Jessica shrugged. “It depends. Sometimes they do it in my mom’s bedroom with the door closed, but a lot of times they do it out in the open too. Even in the backyard around the pool, or in the pool. Not so much now, ‘cause it’s getting colder, but in the summer they do that a lot.”

“Wow.”

It sounded like my friend’s house was pretty much a non-stop orgy. Now I really wanted to go for a visit!

“Well, so, now that you’ve told me everything, and since I’m cool with it,” I began, then trailed off, hoping she’d get the hint.

She did. A big grin split her face. “You wanna come over sometime? Like maybe this weekend for a sleepover?”

“Yes!!” I shrieked.

We grabbed each other’s arms, laughing and bouncing on the bed, crazy with excitement.

It was almost time for Jessica to go home by then, but we spent the next few minutes making plans, figuring out what day would be best, deciding what time I should come over, and so on.

The weekend was only two days away. I could hardly wait.

When I told my mother about the sleepover after she got home from work, she said it was fine — except she wanted to talk with my friend’s mom first, just to be sure everything was okay. So, I gave her the phone number and she called their house.

I stood right beside her, hoping there wouldn’t be any problems. Someone answered, but apparently it was a maid or something, because when my mother asked for Ms. Montrose, there was a long pause, and then…

“Yes, hello, this is Nora Deming. I’m Lia’s mother. She’s a friend of your daughter’s, and she tells me she’s been invited for a sleepover at your place on Friday night. I just wanted to check and make sure that was all right with you.”

Another pause.

“Oh, good, okay. We like Jessica very much. She’s welcome at our house any time. We only moved here a few months ago, you know, and Lia doesn’t have many friends yet, but she and Jessica seem to get along just great. Tell you what, I’ll walk over with Lia on Friday so you and I can meet. If you don’t mind, that is. Yes… okay, perfect. Seven o’clock, we’ll see you then.”

As she hung up the phone, I was filled with a mix of feelings, thrilled about the upcoming sleepover, sort of turned on about meeting Jessica’s mom, but also worried about what might happen when my own mom met her. Would they like each other? What if something went wrong?

Continue on to Chapter 2

By Naughty Mommy

Hallie and I, both naked, sat on her unmade bed facing one another. Our fingers were wet and gooey, the room filled with the scent of pussy, hers and mine. She’d had three orgasms in the past twenty minutes or so and I’d had a couple myself, the last one especially strong as I fucked myself while watching her do the same.

Was this wrong? A mom and her teenage daughter masturbating together? I’m sure most people would say it was, although maybe that’s because they’ve never tried it. For me, what we’d done was supremely satisfying, not only the fulfillment of a long-held erotic fantasy, but also warm and intimate, a way for us to feel closer, to strengthen our bond.

Now, however, I had to answer a question. Hallie wanted us to do more than just masturbate. She had confessed to being turned on by the idea of mother-daughter incest, admitted that she loved watching porn which showed older women and young girls having sex — and she said she wanted to try that, with me.

I sat staring at her. She raised an eyebrow and cocked her head slightly, waiting for an answer. I knew I had to say something, but I was dumbfounded, speechless.

My mouth felt dry… and yet, as I considered what my daughter had said, tried to envision what she was asking, other parts of me began to respond in a different way. I could sense my nipples growing firm and erect again. My clit tingled and my cunt flushed warm, heavy with renewed moisture. It seemed that my body already knew the answer to her question, even if my mind hadn’t caught up yet.

Finally I found my voice. I cleared my throat and started to speak. But I didn’t say either yes or no, not directly. Instead I changed the subject.

“You, uh, you said there was, that you could watch movies online? Movies about, um, what you’re asking about?”

“Uh-huh,” she nodded. “There’s lots of ‘em.”

“Well, maybe you could show some of them to me, so I can get an idea of what you mean.”

This was an evasion, obviously. But Hallie didn’t seem to notice that or mind it. Her face brightened. “Ooh, really? You want to, Mom?”

“Sure, why not?” I shrugged, affecting a casual attitude quite separate from the roiling tension I felt inside.

“Okay!” She bounced off the bed and went to the computer on her desk, switching it on. Before sitting down, however, she reached into the bottom drawer of the desk and pulled out an old striped beach towel, placing it on the chair. Then she sat.

“Hm,” I said, as I got to my feet, “I’d been wondering where that towel got to.”

“Yeah,” Hallie giggled, “I use it to, I mean, y’know, kinda to catch some of the dripping when I watch this stuff.”

She’d quickly navigated to a porn site and opened up a movie clip. It showed an older woman, around my age, forty-ish, and a girl who looked liked a young teen, perhaps fourteen or fifteen, though I assumed she was likely older than that. They were naked in bed, kissing and caressing.

I stood beside Hallie, a hand on her shoulder. “Is that, uh, a mother and daughter?” I asked.

“Yeah, well, I mean, it’s supposed to be. Except probably not really, in real life.”

“Right.”

“I like this one, though, a lot.”

Hallie was already starting to rub herself as we watched the video, her legs spread apart, fingers moving fast over her clit. I was amazed at how comfortable she seemed to be in displaying her sexuality around me after we’d taken this initial step. I could see absolutely no trace in her of the ambivalence I was battling.

In the movie, the girl was now lying half on top of the woman, one leg over hers, sucking on a nipple. The woman was rubbing her own pussy, masturbating, and the girl had a hand between the woman’s legs, apparently fucking her cunt with a finger or two, although you couldn’t really see that for sure. At any rate, the scene was extremely erotic. Even without any incest connotation, the sex was blazing hot, and when you added that extra dimension, the mother-daughter aspect, it was over the top.

My hand went straight to my crotch. It was automatic. I couldn’t watch something like that without masturbating, no matter what reservations I may have felt. And as I began playing with myself, massaging the fat swollen nub of my clit, dipping down into my heated furrow to bring up some of the abundant slippery juices and smear them around, those reservations seemed to lose their significance.

What difference did it make that Hallie and I were related, that she happened to be my offspring? We were simply having fun together, appreciating the beauty of feminine arousal, enjoying the excitement of lesbian lust, so who the hell cares if she’s my little girl and I’m her mom?

I certainly didn’t care at the point. When I saw the woman in the video starting to come, writhing on the bed with her young lover still sucking her nipple, I sensed my own orgasm quickly approaching — but again, Hallie beat me to it.

“God!” she squealed, her slender thighs slamming together, trapping her hand. She shuddered and jerked, gasping and groaning, and then I came too.

I’m not sure how I managed to remain standing, but I did, although I was leaning heavily on Hallie’s shoulder. When I was almost finished, with most of the spasms over, still trying to settle down and catch my breath but finally able to open my eyes once again, I found my daughter looking at me.

Our faces were very close, only a few inches apart. She was sweaty and flushed, and I’m sure I was too, but my god she was so beautiful, just incredibly sexy.

I smiled weakly, and whispered, “Hi…”

“Hi, Mom.”

Hallie’s eyes were wide. She wore a strange expression, a childlike mixture of surprise, wonder, and eagerness. We gazed at one another for a long moment, without moving, and then she looked down at my mouth, licked her lips, and brought her face slowly forward, nearer to mine.

An instant before making contact, she paused. I could feel my daughter’s moist breath, warm on my lips. And then we kissed.

If there is a single point in time when things totally changed between Hallie and me, when our relationship was forever altered — and very much for the better — it had to be right there. Earlier, when I’d spied on her, and even when we masturbated together on her bed, then again while watching the video, there still was an opportunity, however small, for one or both of us to set limits, to say we will go this far but no further.

After that kiss, there was no turning back.

Her lips met mine. So soft and tender, and yet so full of need, of desire, I nearly swooned. The first kiss was lips on lips, with no tongue, but it was unbelievably erotic and passionate. So much contained in one tiny gesture. I’d kissed my daughter countless times as she was growing up, quite often on the lips, but it had never felt like this before. A thrill coursed through my body. I shivered with excitement, gasping, almost breathless.

Hallie drew away, giggling, “You okay, Mom?”

“Yeah… fine… but kiss me again!”

She did, and this second kiss was much more demonstrative, our hands clutching at one another’s naked bodies, tongues exploring, both of us moaning and panting as our lips slithered around and we sucked at each other’s mouths. It was like a pornographic movie!

And speaking of movies — after we finished that long, extended, very wet kiss, we smiled at one another, foreheads together, then turned at the same time to look at the computer screen.

In the video, the girl was on her back, propped up on her elbows, with the older woman (her ‘mom’) lower on the bed, lying between the girl’s outstretched legs. The woman was holding her own breast in her hand, squeezing it to point the nipple. That nipple was hard and erect. With her free hand, the woman pulled back the girl’s inner labia, exposing her clit. Then she rubbed her nipple over it. It was so fucking hot to see.

“That’s one of the things I wanna try,” said Hallie. “Well, there’s a lot of things I wanna try, but that’s one of ‘em for sure.”

“Really?”

“Yeah!” my daughter nodded enthusiastically, once again making me think of a very young girl.

Of course, she’s barely fifteen, I reminded myself, not so far removed from childhood. She’s still an adolescent, growing and learning. On the cusp of being an adult, perhaps, but with a lot of little girl left inside.

I truly loved that about Hallie, when I could see the small child within her. It was precious to me. On impulse, I hugged her. I was standing and she was still seated, so when I grabbed my daughter and pulled her close, her face ended up squashed between my tits.

She giggled, looking up at me with those big expressive brown eyes.

“So,” I began, hardly believing what I was about to say, “do you want to try that now? What they’re doing?” I nodded toward the screen, my heart beating wildly.

“Can we, Mom? Honest?” Her voice was somewhat muffled, coming from down inside my cleavage.

“Sure, we can.”

“Oh, goodie!”

Hallie jumped up from the chair, small breasts bobbing appealingly, and raced over to the bed. She propped a pillow against the headboard and leaned back on it, her slim legs spread wide open, smooth shaved pussy fully exposed, and beamed at me in gleeful anticipation.

“Do you… want me to turn the computer off first?” I ventured.

“No, I wanna do this!” Hallie opened her legs even wider while using the fingers of both hands to draw back her pussy lips, revealing her pink clit.

“All right.” I left the video running and stepped over to the bed.

Smiling down at my daughter and giving her what I hoped was a seductive leer, I cupped my breasts, plumping them for her admiration, then pinched my nipples hard between my thumbs and forefingers, pulling and twisting them. That hurt a little bit, but it also felt deliciously exciting, sending a jolt to my pussy. I shivered with arousal and my thighs involuntarily clenched together, further stimulating my clit. No doubt about it, I was a woman in heat — and what I craved was sex with my own child!

Hallie giggled, “Come on, Mom, fuck my pussy with your nice big boob.”

Hearing her talk like that almost made me come, just standing there. “Jesus,” I exclaimed, scissoring my thighs again and squeezing my tits. Then I climbed onto the bed, kneeling between her legs, and gazed down at my little girl’s vulva, held wide open for me by her fingers. She was so beautiful, pink and fresh and glistening with moisture. It made my mouth water.

Am I really going to do this? The critical voice inside my head was faint now, but still there. Uh-huh, I sure am, I silently confirmed, smiling inwardly as I lowered myself into position.

“Mmm, god, I can’t wait,” Hallie murmured. “I’ve been thinking about this for so long.”

I glanced up at her, eyebrows raised. “Have you really? For how long?”

“Oh, um, I guess since I was about twelve, when I first starting watching porn. It just, I mean… once I started watching stuff like that, you know, with moms and daughters, it like drove me crazy, made me so excited. I never thought you’d really want to do it, but now I just can’t wait!”

“Well, okay,” I chuckled, “I won’t make you wait any longer, then.”

I scooted in a little closer, bringing my chest nearly into contact with her pussy. Then I took my breast in hand, squeezing it to point the nipple as the woman in the video had done, and rubbed it over my daughter’s clit.

Hallie flinched and gasped, but then immediately urged, in a guttural moan, “Ohhh, god, yesss! That is so nice. Keep doing it, Mom!”

She spread her legs even wider apart, pulling back her labia for me. I had a beautifully clear view of my daughter’s open cunt. Her vagina gleamed pink and wet, so enticing. I could hardly believe I was really there, doing what I was doing. But I didn’t pause more than a few seconds to take in the intoxicating sight. I licked my lips, then brought my hard nipple back to rub over Hallie’s clit.

“Yeah, yeah… oh my god, Mom! It feels so good!”

“You like that, huh?” I managed to gasp. I was nearly delirious with arousal myself, rhythmically clenching my thighs together, scissoring my clit as I lay prone on her bed. I didn’t think I could come that way, not quite, but I was getting pretty close.

“Mmmm, god, I love it, Mom…” Hallie sighed, then asked, “Can you, um, put your nipple inside me? Fuck me with your tit?”

“Inside you? Well, I guess I could try.”

Even though my nipples do get rather long when I’m excited — as I certainly was now — I didn’t think they would really penetrate very far into her vagina. But if that’s what my daughter wanted, who was I to refuse?

I slid a bit lower, then pushed my breast into her sex, trying to force the nipple as deep inside her as it would go. Moving up and down, my breast becoming coated with her slippery juices, I fucked Hallie’s pussy with my tit.

Yes! I was actually doing it, and it seemed to be working, at least partly. Hallie groaned and arched her pelvis, lifting her sex, trying to take me all the way inside her. I looked down at her pussy, at my breast pressing into her, at the gleam of her wetness on my skin. I inhaled the scent of her juices, the delicious aroma of my little girl’s sexual excitement.

Then I looked at her clit. She was still holding her labia back, and her clit stood up, pink and shiny, just waiting for my tongue. Could I do it? Should I do it?

This time, I did not hesitate. In the same instant I had the thought, I lowered my mouth over her clitoris, my tongue bathing the nub, circling, swirling, tickling, my lips nibbling, tugging at her. My breast had slipped down on the bed when I started licking, out of her vulva, but I quickly replaced it with a finger, sliding deep into Hallie’s hot, moist vagina, pumping inside her.

I was fucking her, and sucking her, and it took almost no time at all. Within less than thirty seconds, Hallie screamed and cried and shook, climaxing as her mom ate her cunt.

* * *

Sex with my daughter… I’d really done it. I had licked her and made her come in my mouth. And I felt no remorse at all, not a single regret. As Hallie’s powerful orgasm gradually wound down, I felt nothing but satisfaction, happiness, love, affection — and lust.

Now I wanted more. I wanted to do everything with her.

Even as she was still gasping for breath, shuddering with the final spasms of her prolonged climax, I climbed up on top of my little girl, positioning my pussy over her face. I paused briefly, stroking my sensitive labia with both hands as I waited for her senses to return, for her eyes to come open.

When they did, I said to her, “You want to lick your mom, baby girl?”

A huge grin split her pretty face. She nodded, “Yeah, I do!”

I lowered myself onto her. And as she began to kiss and lick, making the cutest little ‘nom-nom’ sounds, I reflected that this was my first ever experience with lesbian sex. Not even in high school or college had I fooled around or experimented, as a lot of other girls were doing. I’d stuck with men and boys, and with masturbation.

So this was it, the first time I ever made love with another woman. And my partner was not even a woman, but a girl, practically a child, just fifteen years old — not to mention my own daughter!

All this went through my head in a quick second or two as I sat on Hallie’s face. But soon, very soon after that, I lost the ability to think coherently. I was left only with sensations… a tongue inside me, hot and slippery, probing inside my vagina… lips sucking on my clit, hands clutching at my ass, grabbing, squeezing, pulling me in even closer…

My eyes were closed, my hands over my own breasts, massaging them, pinching the nipples. And then, yes, oh yes, I felt that wonderful surge swirling up from deep inside, the throbbing, pulsing, tingling thrill of an approaching orgasm. I was going to come in Hallie’s mouth, come on her face! And this was just so right, so perfect — that much, at least, I was able to comprehend.

Moments later I climaxed, groaning, choking, gasping, holding her head in my hands, pulling my daughter’s mouth into my sex. I came long and hard, and very wetly, gooey juices flowing out, dripping over her cheeks and down her chin.

* * *

That was not quite the end.

After I climbed off her and we rested a few minutes, lying side by side on her bed, occasionally kissing, murmuring our love and affection for one another, Hallie told me there was one more thing she wanted to try.

She got on top of me, placing her pussy directly over mine. My legs were spread apart, open wide. She lay on me and began to move, fucking me pussy to pussy, clit to clit, a teenage girl fucking her mom.

I wasn’t sure this would really work, to be honest, but to my surprise it did.

Hallie eased up and down on me, not very much at first, just the tiniest little movements, her clit kissing my clit. Then, gradually, as the erotic feelings began to build, as our pussies heated up and our lubrication spread around, her movements quickened. She moved faster and faster, and soon I felt that insistent tingle starting again inside my center. I knew then that she could make me come that way, and I hoped she would be able to reach climax too.

I grabbed her butt, pulling her hard against me, lifting my crotch to meet her thrusts. “Come on, baby, fuck me!” I cried. “Fuck Mommy!”

One word was all Hallie said, repeating it again and again, as she pushed her juicy cunt into mine — “Mom, Mom, Mom, Mom!” — and then she came. We came together.

* * *

That movie was still running on her computer. Dimly I could hear it as my senses came back into focus. It was nice enough, extremely hot porn, but nowhere near as good as the real thing.

This, sex with my daughter, was the ultimate for me. I knew deep in my heart that I would never find a lover I wanted more than her.

As it turned out, I didn’t need to. Ever since that day, Hallie and I have remained lovers. She’s in college now, almost ready to graduate, but still lives at home. She has her own little room where she keeps her clothes and things, but she sleeps in my bed with me every night, and we make love just about every night.

Sometimes, though, we like to play a special game, to reminisce. I will hide while she puts on the same clothes she was wearing that afternoon. Then she’ll dance around her bedroom, slowly stripping, and will end up lying on her bed where she’ll masturbate for me while I watch from inside the closet, spying on Hallie, until we both climax. Such fun times for a girl and her mom.

THE END

By Naughty Mommy

I saw the smile on my teenage daughter’s face. She’d just caught me spying on her, hiding inside her bedroom closet while watching her masturbate. Hallie didn’t seem to be angry with me, however, or horrified at what had happened. She was actually smiling.

But then I thought I detected something else, a hint of uncertainty behind her smile, and perhaps some fear as well.

I stepped out of the closet, removing my hand from inside my terry shorts. My fingers were wet and sticky.

“Honey, I, I’m sorry,” I stammered, “I, well, I don’t want to upset you. I know this is awkward, to say the least, and, I, I… I don’t know what else to say.”

Hallie blinked, panting as she recovered from a just-completed orgasm. She pushed some hair away from her sweaty face, then said, “It’s, um… it’s okay, I guess.”

“Are you sure?”

“Yeah. But, um, have you, like, done that before?”

“No, no, I haven’t. This is the first time.” I sat down on the open bed beside her, placing a hand on her shoulder. “Are you really sure you’re all right? You’re not angry with me? I could certainly understand if you were.”

Hallie was sitting on her knees, one hand still between her legs, gently rubbing her pussy. She’d made no effort to take it away. She licked her lips, then said, “Did you, I mean, did you like watching me?”

“Yes, of course I did. It, well, I know this might sound weird, but it’s very exciting to watch someone do that.”

“Even, um, your own daughter?”

“Especially my own daughter.” The words came out before I could stop them. Luckily Hallie didn’t seem to mind this admission. Quite the opposite, in fact.

“Wow, really?” Her smile was much broader than before, and now I could see no more trace of worry or fear.

“Yes, really. And, uh, I’ll tell you the truth. I’ll make a confession. Although this is the first time I’ve ever watched you, it’s not the first time that I sort of spied on you. Before I was just listening, though, outside your bedroom door, at night.”

“You were?”

“Uh-huh, and, well, I not only listened, but, you know, I played with myself too, because it turned me on so much hearing you.”

“It did?”

“Yes, it did, very much.”

“Wow, Mom, that’s awesome.”

“Are you sure? You really don’t mind?”

“No, I think it’s totally cool. I’m glad it turns you on. It’s, um, I know this might sound weird, but I like thinking about you that way. You know, like being sort of sexual and stuff. Getting excited and playing with yourself. I like thinking about that.”

“You do?”

“Yeah.”

“Is that… what you were thinking about just now? Before, I mean, when you were rubbing yourself? Were you thinking about me then?”

She nodded, wagging her eyebrows, “Uh-huh.”

I grinned at my lovely naked fifteen-year-old daughter. “What would you think about… well, about doing it together? You know, maybe watching each other while we both masturbate…”

“That would be so great, Mom.” Her hand was moving faster now between her legs. It appeared that she had already begun.

“Okay, good. So, you want to do it now?”

“Uh-huh.” She shifted around slightly on the bed, facing toward me, one hand on her firm young breasts, squeezing them and fondling the nipples, the other hand stroking her pussy.

“Is it all right if I… get naked too?” I asked.

“Sure, of course. I want you to.” Again the eyebrows wagged, seductively it seemed to me.

I stood for a moment, pushing down my shorts and stepping out of them. I wore no panties. My pubic hair is trimmed fairly close, but not shaved except around the edges. I saw Hallie’s gaze go to my crotch, and then, as I lifted the tank top up and off, her eyes fastened on my nipples, which were stiffly erect.

Cupping my breasts in my hands, plumping them up and jiggling them, I said, “Not too bad for an old lady, huh?”

I’ll admit to being rather proud of my boobs. They’re nice and full and round, even as I approach my late thirties. The nipples, when I’m excited (or cold), become long and thick, impossible to hide under almost any bra. Not that I try to hide them. It doesn’t bother me having people see the shape of my nipples beneath my clothing. I enjoy attracting attention that way, especially when I find women or teenage girls ogling me, which happens more often than you might expect.

So, I love my boobs. I play with them a lot when I masturbate, squeezing them, pulling and twisting the nipples, sometimes raising them toward my face to run my tongue over the tips. The rest of my body is not that great, I’m afraid. My legs are shorter and thicker than I would like, my butt is too big, and I’ve definitely got some tummy as well.

Hallie didn’t seem to mind that, though. She smiled and nodded as her gaze swept up and down my naked body. “Really nice, Mom. Very hot.”

“You think so?”

“Yeah, I do.” She licked her lips. Both hands were working between her legs now, one on her clit, the other a little lower, at her vagina.

I climbed onto the bed, taking the same position as Hallie, facing her. Our knees were almost touching. She kept staring at my breasts, eyes going back and forth from one to the other. I took them in my hands again, massaging them, then pinching the erect nipples. That sent a jolt of erotic electricity straight to my pussy. I shivered with excitement.

Hallie shuddered too, her young body aquiver, fingers moving even faster. “Uh-huh, uh-huh,” she uttered in a high-pitched moan.

“Hey, slow down, girl. You’re gonna come before I even get started,” I teased.

She giggled. “That’s okay. I can come way more than once — as you know if you’ve been listening to me at night.”

Her forwardness surprised me. It made me wonder if perhaps I’d only imagined sensing some fear or uncertainty beneath her smile earlier. It could be that I was projecting my own doubts and worries onto my daughter. Right now she seemed nothing but eager and ready.

“I love your boobs, Mom. They are so great.”

“Thanks, baby. Yours are cute too.”

I slid one hand down to my crotch. My lips were coated with slippery moisture. I found my clit, tickling it with the tip of a lubricated middle finger. It wouldn’t take long until I’d be ready.

But Hallie already was.

“Mom—Mom—Mom!” she suddenly gasped, eyes squeezing shut, face turning red. Her legs came together, clamping around her hands. I watched her beautiful body repeatedly jerk, jolted by the climactic spasms, heard her grunting and groaning, even smelled the evidence of her powerful, wet orgasm.

This was so unbelievable. I was actually doing what I’d only fantasized about. I was there with my daughter, both naked on her bed, and we were masturbating together. I was watching her come. This was everything I’d ever dreamed.

As I waited for her to finish, I moved my thighs farther apart, leaning back a little. With one hand still on my clit, I used the other to spread my pussy lips open. I wanted Hallie to clearly see what I was going to do next, when she was ready.

That didn’t take too long. After a few more seconds, she opened her eyes, grinning sheepishly. “Well, that’s one. Or, I guess two, if you count the one before when you were hiding in the closet.”

“Uh-huh.” I nodded. “So, you want to watch your mom fuck herself now?”

Her eyes went wide. “Ooh, yeah…”

Holding my lips open, letting my daughter get a good look my juicy vagina, I said, in a husky whisper, “Watch me now, baby. I want you to watch.”

Slowly I pushed the two middle fingers of my right hand deep inside. I was fully lubricated, and they slid in easily. Of course, I fuck myself almost every night, usually with two fingers and sometimes with three. My cunt was used to this. Shoving my fingers in as far as they would go, I reached, finding my g-spot, pressing, rubbing, feeling the tingle of arousal spread throughout my body.

“Watch me, honey. I want you to watch me come.”

“Okay. But, um, can I do it too?” Hallie asked, in an excited, little girl voice.

“Of course you can, baby. Let’s do it together.”

So we both did it. I watched as my daughter inserted one finger into her vagina, though only up to the second knuckle. Then she giggled, “Okay, I’m ready.”

“Good, so am I.”

I spread my legs even wider apart, exposing my sex to her. I had two fingers deep inside my cunt and a thumb rubbing my clit. My other hand was kneading my breasts, playing with my hard nipples. I was definitely ready.

“I like watching you, Mom,” she said.

“Do you?”

“Uh-huh, it turns me on.”

“It turns me on too.”

We sat together on her bed, knees almost touching, and fucked ourselves, mother and daughter watching each other masturbate.

Although I was already on the edge, very close, again it was Hallie who got there first. She certainly was right about being able to climax more than once.

Within perhaps thirty seconds of sliding her finger in and out of her pussy, her beautiful young body suddenly stiffened. She gasped and squealed, her eyes squeezing shut. It was so amazing to see my own daughter come, so incredibly erotic. And of course it put me over the top.

I came extremely hard, groaning loudly, almost growling in my incestuous lust. This deliciously forbidden orgasm lasted a very long time, wave after wave pleasure bursting from my center. It was all I could do not to topple over on the bed, but somehow I managed to remain seated on my knees. Both hands were now clasped between my legs, squeezing and pressing in, massaging my sex, extending the climax.

At last I was finished. Slowly I opened my eyes, shivering with a couple of residual spasms. “Whew! That was… that was great.”

“Yeah, Mom — wow, I mean, it was awesome seeing you that way! I love it!”

Hallie was all smiles. As I watched, she removed the finger from inside her pussy and brought it to her mouth, sucking on it, tasting her juices unselfconsciously. She seemed to have no reservations at all about what we were doing. It made me glad, somehow, to know that I’d raised a child without any hangups, who appeared comfortable with her own sexuality — and with mine too!

I shook my head in disbelief as I thought about all this. If you’d told me a few months earlier that soon I would be sitting on Hallie’s bed with her, both naked, our fingers shoved deep inside our cunts, playing with ourselves, I’d have said you were completely crazy. That could never happen. Mothers and daughters simply didn’t do that sort of thing with each other.

And yet there we were. It was real. We’d actually done it, and I loved it.

“You okay, Mom?” Hallie asked, bringing me out of my reverie.

“Uh, yeah… I was just… thinking about stuff.”

“About what kind of stuff?” she smiled, cocking her head adorably.

“Well, um,” and then I said something that surprised me. I wasn’t planning to ask her this, but it came out anyway. “I was just wondering, when I was in the closet watching you before, and you were masturbating, I’m pretty sure I heard you say, ‘Mom, Mom.’ Is that what you were saying?”

She nodded, grinning. “Uh-huh.”

“So, what were you thinking about then? I mean, why did you say that?”

“Well… you won’t get mad, will you?”

“No, honey, of course I won’t get mad. You can tell me anything, and it’ll be fine, I promise.”

“Okay.”

Hallie took a deep breath. Her eyes were fastened on mine. She swallowed, then said, “See, it’s, um, it’s ‘cause of the kind of porn I like to watch. They have these movies that you can see online, and they’re, like, well, they’re supposed to be mothers and daughters together, you know, having sex. I mean, I don’t think they’re really related, just actresses, but they pretend to be anyway, and I like watching that. It gets me so excited. And, um, that’s what I was thinking about when you heard me say that.”

“So when I heard you say ‘Mom’ while you were playing with yourself, you were thinking about me?”

She nodded, arching her eyebrows.

“About… having sex with me?”

Another nod.

I didn’t say anything else, couldn’t say anything else. I just sat there staring at her. This was way beyond what I’d expected, and I had no idea how to react. I was at a loss.

“Is that, I mean, is that okay?” Hallie asked.

I cleared my throat, managing to say, “Are you asking, is it okay if you think that, or if we do it? Which one?”

She shrugged, smiling sheepishly. “Both, I guess.”

It was hard to accept the words I was hearing. They almost defied comprehension. My teenage daughter was admitting, right out loud, that she wanted to have sex with me, with her own mom!

What should I do? What should I say?

Continue on to Part Three

By Naughty Mommy

The first time it happened was about three months ago.

I came home early from work one afternoon and when I went upstairs to change my clothes and passed by my daughter’s bedroom door, I heard something that made me stop and listen.

   …moaning, panting, gasping, groaning… 

I recognized those sounds, and I was sure I knew what they meant. God knows I’d made them often enough myself in bed late at night — fondling my nipples, rubbing my clit, fucking my pussy, trying my best to stay quiet (though not always successfully), while bringing myself to orgasm over and over again.

Yes, I love masturbating. It’s the best sex I’ve ever had, to tell the truth. Of course, I haven’t really had that much sex. A couple of boys in high school, a few more in college, then my husband, Rick, and in the ten years since he’d left us, nothing but my hands and fingers. Still, that’s been enough. Quite satisfying, in fact. I love to masturbate, to please myself, and I do it pretty much every night. I’m very good at it.

It seemed apparent from what I could hear as I stood outside her door, that my daughter, recently turned fifteen, had inherited my tendencies. I suppose I’d assumed all along that she’d been playing with herself. Most girls do, of course, but this was the first direct evidence I’d had of it. And it fascinated me. I knew I should walk away and leave her to her privacy, but somehow I couldn’t. I had to stay and listen.

Then a startling thought occurred to me. What if she wasn’t alone? Could there be someone with her in the bedroom, having sex with her? A boy, or possibly even a girl?

I listened more closely, more carefully, actually pressing my ear to the door. No, I couldn’t hear anyone else. There were no other voices, no other sounds from anyone except my daughter, Hallie. She was alone, I was certain of it, and she was masturbating.

Now I really should walk away, I told myself.

But I didn’t. I stayed and listened some more. I listened closely to the heavy breathing, the sexy grunts and groans. I could even hear, it seemed, the wet slushy sound of Hallie’s fingers working between her legs. Maybe that was only my imagination, I don’t know, but I was sure I could hear that too.

And oh my god, it turned me on.

Who knows why these things happen? Who can say what will excite us? Is it wrong to become aroused when you picture your own daughter masturbating? When you listen to her and hear the excitement building, when you can tell she’s approaching an orgasm? I don’t know about anyone else, but it certainly turned me on.

Suddenly I realized something. I was not only listening to her, but I was rubbing myself as well. My hand, unconsciously, had moved to my crotch, was pressing in on my mound through my slacks and pantyhose, massaging my clit.

That’s when I finally did decide to leave her door. Instead of going to my bedroom, however, and changing out of my work clothes, I headed back downstairs to the kitchen where I poured myself a glass of white wine, and waited.

I waited… I sipped the wine… and I thought about Hallie, about what she was doing. God, it just turned me on so much.

I simply couldn’t help it. My hand down slid to my crotch again. But this time I opened my slacks and pushed my fingers inside. I was wet, very wet. I stroked myself and it didn’t take long, not long at all.

Within only a minute or so, I brought myself to climax. That was even faster than usual. I must have been right on the edge already, just from listening to her and thinking about it, thinking about my teenage daughter rubbing her pussy.

When I finished, I raised the hand to my face, licking my fingers, loving the taste of my juices. Then I zipped and buttoned my slacks, and drank some more wine. I stood leaning against the kitchen counter, my breathing slowly returning to normal, occasionally sniffing my fingers, waiting for her.

Ten minutes later, I heard her bedroom door open, her bare feet coming down the stairs. She entered the kitchen, wearing gym shorts and a t-shirt, obviously braless.

“Oh!” She looked startled to see me. “Um… hi, Mom.”

“Hi, honey.”

“What are you doing home? Isn’t it kind of early?”

It was about 4:30 by then. Normally I wouldn’t get home until around 5:45. “Yeah, the boss had something to do, so he closed the office early today. No big deal.”

“Oh, okay.” A moment’s hesitation, then, “So, uh, how long have you been here?”

“Not very long, only a couple minutes.”

“All right.”

And that’s all that was said.

Perhaps I should have taken the opportunity then to speak with my daughter about the facts of life, about hormones, sexual urges, masturbation, and so on. But I didn’t. I could vividly recall how embarrassed I had been when my own mother sat me down when I was thirteen for a very awkward talk about the birds and the bees. I hated that, and I vowed never to repeat such a scene with my own child. Unless she came to me herself and asked for information, which she never had, the sex education she got in school would have to suffice.

* * *

That first time I listened outside her door was basically an accident, but the subsequent instances definitely were not. These other occasions did not occur in the afternoon, however, but in the evening.

I would say goodnight to Hallie, go to my room, shut the door and get ready for bed, and then just wait. After half an hour or so, I would quietly leave my bedroom and stand outside of hers, listening.

Sometimes there were no sounds at all, or just meaningless, incidental noises. But more often than not, when I listened through her door at night, I would hear what I was hoping to hear. I heard my daughter masturbating.

I did it too as I listened to her. I played with myself, a hand between my folds, teasing my erect clit, fucking my cunt, trying to time it so I would come at the very same time that she did.

I knew this was dangerous. How could I possibly explain it if Hallie suddenly opened the door and discovered me there, doing what I was doing? I knew it was a risk, but I didn’t care. It was worth it. And anyway, from what I could tell she seemed completely preoccupied with her own activities.

This went on for several weeks. Almost every night I would listen outside her door, and almost every night I would hear her masturbate, bringing herself to orgasm as I did the same.

This was intensely exciting to me. I would close my eyes and picture her as I rubbed my pussy, seeing my lovely teenage daughter in my mind, playing with herself. It was almost as though she and I were doing it together, in the same room with each other, in the very same bed — and that forbidden thought drove me wild with lust. It was so wrong, and yet so arousing, so desirable.

I remember making a promise to myself on one of those steamy nights that I would never go any further. This was enough. It was okay for me to fantasize about these other things, but that’s all it would ever be, just a deliriously exciting fantasy.

Soon, however, perhaps inevitably, there came a time when I needed more. Just listening to Hallie masturbate was not enough. I wanted to see her doing it too.

Was that idea crazy, insane? I tried to tell myself that’s exactly what it was — a foolish, stupid, crazy idea. Except the more I thought about it, the more I became convinced that I had to do it. And so I did.

It was on a Thursday, a day when I knew my daughter had no after-school activities and was likely to come straight home. Following lunch, I told my boss I wasn’t feeling well, that I must have eaten something bad, and he gave me the rest of the day off.

I parked the car in the garage so she wouldn’t see it. After changing out of my work clothes into loose terry shorts and a thin tank top, with no panties and no bra, I went to Hallie’s bedroom to wait. From her window, I could see the front sidewalk.

As I expected, at around 3:30 she came walking up, alone, lugging her backpack. She entered the house, and I hid inside her closet.

This was a huge risk, by far the biggest I’d taken yet. What if she found me in there? What could I say? There would be no way to rationalize it. My heart was pounding as I listened for her coming up the stairs.

I heard her bedroom door open, heard her drop her heavy backpack on the floor. I’d left a small crack in the closet door, only an inch or so, enough for me to see her unmade bed but not much else. As she moved around the room, sometimes I could see her and sometimes I couldn’t. But I saw that she was wearing earphones and listening to her iPod, sort of dancing along with a song. Then I saw that she was starting to take off her clothes.

She danced and sang, a bit out of tune, swaying to the beat as she kicked off her shoes, pulled off her socks, opened and pushed down her jeans, and then her panties too. Now all she wore was a little pink t-shirt.

A faster song came on. Hallie bounced around the room, twerking, shaking her beautiful butt. I saw that her pussy was shaved. Although we’d never talked about it, it didn’t really surprise me. I knew most high school girls did that now.

A minute or two later, she stopped dancing, took out the earphones, and set the iPod on her nightstand. After lifting her t-shirt up and off, she undid her bra and let it fall to the floor. This left her completely nude.

She stepped out of my view for a moment, and I wondered what she was doing. Perhaps she was looking at her reflection in the full-length mirror on the back of her bedroom door. I couldn’t tell from my vantage point. Anyway, she soon returned. I watched as she lay down on the open bed, on her back, and began to play with herself.

God, I was insane with lust. I was actually seeing it! My beautiful teenage daughter was masturbating, and I was watching her. I slid one hand inside my shorts, the other under my tank top. My pussy was very wet, my nipples stiff and throbbing.

Hallie started with her hands on her small breasts, fingers caressing her nipples. Her head was on the pillow, eyes closed. I saw her licking her lips as the tips of her fingers teased and circled her swollen nipples. Her legs were crossed, thighs squeezed tightly together, scissoring.

I moved up closer to the crack in the closet door, carefully easing it open a little wider. I had to be able to see better. If Hallie happened to look in that direction, she’d probably discover me hiding there, but by then I didn’t care much about that. My lust was nearly out of control.

As I watched, she pulled up her knees, spreading her slim legs, both hands slowly sliding down to her crotch. She stroked her smooth shaved mound, then used her fingers to part her labia. I could clearly see moisture glistening inside, and it made my mouth water.

My own clit felt huge under my fingers, slippery with my juices. I knew I couldn’t make myself come, couldn’t take the chance of getting caught. But it would have been so easy, so very easy. I was right on the edge.

Hallie’s eyes were still closed. She licked her lips as she played with her pussy, and it looked as if she might be whispering something, but I couldn’t make out what it was. I saw her slowly push a finger inside herself, and I did the same thing in the closet, imitating her, mother and daughter both fucking our cunts.

I heard a gasp, a groan. Her whole body shuddered. I didn’t think she’d come yet, not quite yet, but it seemed that she was very close, almost there.

Then suddenly she surprised me. She turned over onto her belly. Both hands were still between her legs. She began moving, slowly at first, humping her fingers, then gradually faster, faster, faster. I heard her panting, moaning, and murmuring to herself again. I thought I could even smell her juices.  Jesus, I was so close. I needed to come so badly, but didn’t dare.

Hallie groaned and moaned, humping her hands, grinding on her fingers. She went on like this for another minute or so, then changed position once again, now getting up onto her knees. She was half-facing toward the closet door. I could see her breasts, could see that she was fucking herself, and I could hear her saying something as well.

Now I could definitely hear what it was. In time with the thrust of her fingers inside her wet pussy, my daughter was gasping, “Mom — Mom — Mom!”

And then she came.
 

Hallie climaxed, and I did too. I didn’t mean to, but I couldn’t help it. When I saw her come, I came at the same time.

But she must have heard me. I was too loud.

As my daughter’s orgasm subsided, she looked up, finding me framed inside the now wide-open closet door. She seemed startled at first… and then she smiled.

Continue on to Part Two

By Naughty Mommy

We’ve done it. We’ve done the unthinkable. I’m naked in bed with my nine-year-old-daughter, my finger inside her virgin pussy. I fucked her and made her come. Not long before that, I held her hand on my clit, humping my little girl’s fingers until I climaxed on top of her.

I’ve just had sex with my own child, and you know what? I have no regrets at all. As I gaze at Nikki’s face and see such happiness there, see the love and gratitude in her eyes, I know for certain this can’t be wrong.

“Are you okay, honey?” I ask.

“Oh, yeah, Mom. That was awesome! Way better than when I do it myself. Can we do it some more?”

Nikki certainly shows no hesitation, not a hint of regret. And I adore her response. She wants more!

My finger is still nestled inside her warm, moist vagina, but only up to the second knuckle. I can feel her hymen blocking any further penetration. I tickle her gently within and rub my thumb in a circle around her clit.

“You want more, huh?”

She shivers, and in a quavery voice says, “Yeah, I do.”

“All right, but, um… you know, we can’t ever tell anyone about this. No one, do you understand? We have to be very careful.”

“I know.”

“I want to do this with you,” I tell my daughter. “I love it, and I love you. But some people might, well, they might disagree. They might say we’re doing something bad. It’s not bad, not at all, but still, we can’t take any chances, okay?”

“Sure okay.”

Nikki doesn’t seem the least bit fazed by my concerns. It’s almost as if she’s already thought this through and is comfortable with it, secrecy and all. I’m sure she hasn’t, of course, but I’m pleased that she evidently feels no anxiety whatsoever.

I suppose that’s because to her what she and I are doing together is perfectly natural. And she’s right, it is, I tell myself. It’s only love… sweet, sensual, caring, affectionate, passionate love between mother and daughter… what could be wrong with that?

As these thoughts go through my mind, my eyes roam over Nikki’s tender young body. God, she’s so desirable. Okay, so I do have one regret — that we didn’t do this earlier, years before.

I kiss her softly on the lips, then slowly slide down on the bed. I want to see everything.

I still haven’t taken my finger out of her. I look at my baby’s crotch. Her slender thighs are spread wide apart, making herself open for me. Her skin is smooth and soft and pink, flawless. She has no pubic hair yet. I can see a gleam of moisture around the edges of her pussy lips, and a larger droplet of milky fluid at the base of her vagina. It makes my mouth water.

All right, if she wants more, I’ll give her more. That’s what I want too!

I smile at her, and say a second time, “You want more, huh?”

“Mm-hmm,” she nods.

“Good. But just one thing. If you ever don’t want something, if it’s too much or you don’t like it or whatever, just say so and we’ll stop, all right?”

“I know, Mom. But don’t worry, go ahead. I want it.”

Wow. How did I ever get so lucky? I look at Nikki’s pussy again, draw my finger out slightly. It’s shiny with her juices. The sight sends a sudden jolt my center. I squeeze my own legs together, scissoring them, stimulating my clit.

As I move in still closer, my face now only an inch or two from her sex, I whisper, “I’m going to kiss you here, okay?”

“Okay.”

Before the kiss, I inhale, closing my eyes and breathing in through my nose, taking in her scent, the delicious aroma of her sweet young pussy. Then I open my eyes again, slip my finger from her opening, and replace it with my lips. My mouth is on my daughter’s vagina. I’m kissing her there.

I feel her shiver, hear a moan, a sigh of pleasure. I slide my lips around, kissing as though I’m kissing her mouth, and then I begin to use my tongue, licking her, licking and sucking and kissing.

“Oh god, Mom!” she cries. “Mommy, Mommy, oh god!”

I don’t answer this, but instead slide my tongue up between her smooth, puffy lips, burrowing in until I find her clit. I tickle it with the tip of my tongue. Meanwhile I’ve put my finger back inside her pussy, and I’m tickling her there too.

“Mommy, Mommy, Mommy, it’s so good!”

I’m fucking her pussy, sucking on her clit, having sex with my daughter. She moans and writhes, gyrating beneath me, lifting her pelvis, shoving herself into my mouth. Then I feel her hands on my head, grabbing, pulling me against her. She’s groaning, panting, squealing, huffing and puffing.

It appears she’s almost ready to come, much sooner than I expected. This child is extremely responsive sexually. Are all little girls like this? Maybe more moms should find out.

All this flashes through my mind in an instant as I suck and lick her clit. It’s funny the way I’m able to have an internal conversation with myself about lesbian incest while carrying on with the action at the same time. Women are amazing.

Now she’s really moving fast, humping my mouth, rubbing her clit against my tongue and lips. Nikki tastes so good, she smells so good, and she feels so good. I love the soft, hot feel of her skin. I love the excited, energetic moves of her naked body. I love all the sounds she’s making, the panting, gasping, moaning. I love my daughter so much. I love having sex with her!

Suddenly she goes stiff — I hear a loud grunt as she shivers all over, and I feel her vagina clamping down around my finger in repeated spasms — she shudders and shakes, grunting each time. My little girl is coming. She’s coming for me.

Nothing could be better than this. I’ve always enjoyed sex, ever since I learned to masturbate at age ten. I enjoyed ‘practice kissing’ with my girlfriends starting when we were around twelve, and as we got older I really enjoyed doing more than just kissing with some of those girls. Sex with boys and with men was pretty good too, with most of them anyway, although I’ve always had a preference for my own gender.

I had a few brief affairs with other women after my divorce, then nothing at all for the past few years as I concentrated on raising Nikki. Nothing but masturbation, that is, which is certainly pleasurable enough, but not like this — not nearly as pleasurable and satisfying and rewarding as sex with my own daughter.

No, I’m convinced. Nothing could be better than this.

I raise my mouth from her crotch, licking my lips, smiling as I look at her. Her eyes are tightly closed, face still pinched and reddened. She occasionally shudders with a residual spasm. I slip my finger from inside her and move up on the bed to lie beside my little girl, taking her in my arms.

I nuzzle her neck, kiss her cheek, her nose, her mouth. As her breathing gradually begins to return to normal, she sighs deeply, then turns toward me, eyes slowly opening.

“Mommy… that was…” she begins, then shuts her eyes, shuddering one more time. I hug her close, petting her hair.

She smiles at me as her big green eyes come open once again. “That was… great.”

“Mmm, I love you, baby.” I nuzzle her nose, kiss her lips.

Nikki returns the kiss, and whispers, “I love you too, Mom, so much.”

I change position, shifting on top of her, my legs between hers, my mound resting on my daughter’s. I kiss her again, then say, after a glance at the clock, “It’s getting pretty late, almost midnight. Are you feeling sleepy yet?”

She shakes her head, gives a wry grin. “Uh-uh. I’m not sleepy at all.”

Once more I kiss her, but this time using my tongue. She responds immediately, happily kissing me the same way. She wraps her arms around me, and her legs too.

As we continue kissing, I begin to move myself against her, very gently at first, only the slightest motion of my pussy lips on hers. It’s hard to believe I’m really doing this, having hot lesbian sex with my own child, but I am, and it makes me so happy. My clit is throbbing, tingling, almost singing with arousal. I press a little harder against her as my tongue plays in her mouth.

Nikki seems just as happy as me, if not more so. She’s kind of humming as we kiss while rocking her body in rhythm with my movements on top of her. It feels so incredibly good. My pussy lips are slippery and wet, as are hers. We easily slip and slide together, blending our lubrication. This is mother-daughter fucking, as natural as it can be.

I’m moving faster now, feeling that surge begin deep inside, the growing, swelling, irresistibly delicious sensation of an impending orgasm. For a moment I take my mouth away from hers, saying to Nikki, “I’m gonna come, baby… Mommy’s gonna come on top of you.”

“I know,” she pants, “and I, and I — me too!”

Oh, wow, is she really that close already? Is my little girl going to come with her mommy fucking her? I hope she will!

Nikki’s legs are wrapped around me, her ankles crossed over my hips. She’s pulling me against her while lifting her sex to meet my thrusts. We kiss again, and now we’re moaning into each other’s mouths. In fact, we’re both so excited that our kissing is sloppy, messy, lips and tongues slipping all around, saliva dripping and flying, hot breath mixing.

I’m almost there now, almost there — fucking her, fucking her, fucking my daughter — and then I hear a high-pitched squeal. Nikki suddenly tucks her chin, breaking our kiss, her eyes squeezing shut. She’s starting to come underneath me.

I fuck her harder. I want to come too, come with her, and I’m just about there. A little more, a little more, and — YES!!!

We enjoy the most wonderful thing there ever could be, mother and daughter in a simultaneous orgasm, pussy to pussy. I come harder on her than I think I’ve ever come in my whole life. It seems to last forever, going on and on, climactic pulses exploding from my center one after another, wave after wave after wave of delirious sensual ecstasy.

Dimly, somewhere in my mind, I hear Nikki crying out. She’s bucking under me, her hot little pussy slamming into mine again and again. That sound, that feeling, the delicious smells, and the knowledge of what we’re doing — all this brings yet another round of pleasure for me, another wave of orgasmic pleasure. I’m fucking my daughter, we’re fucking each other, and I have never been happier.

* * *

I’m not sure how long it lasts. I seem to have blacked out or something.

When I come to, I’m lying on top of Nikki, all my weight bearing down on her, my face buried in her neck, my breasts squished flat on her chest. I’m dripping with perspiration, so hot I’m practically steaming. My breath is coming fast, in gulps and gasps. I swallow, lick my lips, taste salty sweat from my little girl’s neck. I move slightly, and feel a gooey, sticky mess down where our pussies are kissing.

Suddenly I realize how heavy I must feel on her. I’m limp, torpid, nearly inert, but I try my best to lift my weight from her, slowly pushing myself up on my elbows.

“Are you… are you okay, sweetie?” I manage to get out.

“Yeah, Mom, I’m — I’m great.” She’s gasping too, probably trying to regain her breath after being squashed by me.

“I’m sorry if I, if I was too heavy, if I hurt you or —”

“Omigod, Mom, that was so awesome!” she interrupts. “I never knew anyone could do that, do like we did, what you did with me. That was so totally awesome!”

Any worries I may have had about hurting her are obviously unwarranted. She’s just fine, more than fine, gushing with enthusiasm, thrilled at what she and I have done together.

I roll off her, onto my side. She turns onto her side too, facing me. Her smile is huge, her eyes shining. My nine-year-old daughter is full of zeal — for sex with her mom!

“That was so great,” she says again. “I never knew anyone could do that.”

I take her face in my hands, looking into her eyes. “I love you so much, darling girl.”

“I love you too, Mommy,” she whispers.

We kiss tenderly, romantically. Nikki’s lips are full and warm and soft, so welcoming. She is the perfect sexual partner for me, I realize, the one person I love more than anyone else in the world, the one person I want more than anyone else.

Again I say to myself, I only wish we’d started sooner, when she was eight years old, or seven, or… even younger? Well, anyway we should have started earlier, but that doesn’t matter. I’m just glad we’re doing this now.

We continue softly kissing as I think about these things. Then I feel her hands on my breasts, playing with my nipples. And somehow, even though it’s very late, past midnight, even though I’ve already come numerous times and really should be sated, I sense my desire beginning to build again. I’m not done yet. I want more.

It appears that she does too. Nikki is kissing me with more urgency now, using her tongue, moaning. She’s kneading my breasts, squeezing them, pulling them toward her. This gives me a naughty idea. I want to suckle her, feed my nipples to my daughter. That seems even more perverted in some way than the things we’ve already done, even nastier — and I love it.

I shift on top of her again, turning her onto her back. I’m straddling her waist, my juicy sex pressing into her tummy. I take my breasts in my hands, cupping them, plumping them for her, pinching and twisting the erect nipples.

“Baby girl,” I say, in a husky whisper, “do you want to suck Mommy’s nipples?”

Her eyes grow wide, her face bright with joy, as if it’s Christmas morning and she’s surrounded by presents. “Can I?”

“Sure, you can. I want you to. I want you to suck Mommy’s hard nipples.”

As I say this, I slowly bend down, lowering my bosom toward her. I support myself on my hands, my breasts dangling in front of my daughter’s face.

Nikki looks at them, studying my tits, my stiff brown nipples. She licks her lips. After glancing up briefly, catching my eye and smiling, she takes one breast in her hands and draws it to her mouth. She doesn’t take it all the way in at first, however, but begins by licking, as though she’s licking a lollipop or an ice cream cone.

She licks and licks, closing her eyes, sighing with pleasure. Meanwhile I’m going crazy with lust, my nipple throbbing, straining, so erect it’s almost painful. I need her to suck it!

She continues licking, just licking, her warm wet tongue running all around, circling the nipple, flicking over the tip. I’m panting with need, trembling with desire, my heart pounding, pulse racing. Does she know what she’s doing to me, how she’s driving me insane?

I shove a hand down between my legs, furiously rubbing my wet pussy, giving myself at least some of what I want. Leaning on one elbow, looking at her, watching my little girl lick my tit, I masturbate, mentally urging her to suck my goddamn nipple!

When at last Nikki does it, when she finally takes the turgid, throbbing nipple all the way into her mouth and begins to suck, I groan with relief while my body shudders with arousal. I slide two fingers inside my cunt, fucking myself while my daughter sucks my nipple.

She sucks, and it’s heaven. It’s exactly what I need. The feel of her tongue and mouth on my tit, combined with the hand working between my legs, is sheer joy.

Then I remember. I recall that when Nikki was just a baby, nursing at my breast, I often used to feel the same sort of erotic arousal that I’m feeling now. Sometimes when she and I were alone together I would rub my pussy as I fed her, though I never brought myself all the way to orgasm.

I’d set this memory aside, keeping it hidden for whatever reason, but now it returns. And now I wonder if perhaps that was when this all began, my illicit, incestuous desire for my daughter, but that it remained latent for all these years. Again, it doesn’t really matter. All that counts is that we’re doing it now. We’re having sex, we’re making love, and it’s heaven.

Nikki switches to the other breast. I hear her making little ‘nom-nom’ sounds as she sucks. She’s as happy as can be. I can also hear the wet slapping of my fingers inside my cunt, and and I can smell my sex, the hot perfume of my lust. It’s so great, everything is perfect.

She sucks, I fuck my pussy, and pretty soon I feel myself getting close. It won’t be much longer. But I don’t really want to come yet. Not like this.

I have another idea. It’s so perverted, so fucking hot — I have to do it. I remove my fingers from my cunt, dripping with my juices, and I rub them on my other breast, the one she’s not sucking. I coat the hard nipple with my lubrication.

“Mmm, baby? Just a minute,” I say to Nikki as I push myself up, removing my breast from her mouth. I want her to see what’s going on.

She frowns for an instant, disappointed at having to stop, at having the candy taken away. Then she notices what I’m doing and understands. She smiles.

“You want to taste Mommy? Taste Mommy’s pussy?” I ask in a throaty voice. I’m so turned on I can barely speak. But I manage to say, “It’s right here, on my nipple, all for you, little girl.”

I lower the gleaming, aromatic breast tip to her mouth. She giggles, then takes it in. Those ‘nom-nom’ sounds are even louder now as she sucks, savoring the taste of her mother’s cunt juice.

“Uh-huh, uh-huh, that’s right,” I urge, “suck Mommy’s nipple, baby girl.”

I start to reach between my legs again to stroke myself, but as I do, I bump into another hand. I discover that Nikki is rubbing herself too. My adorable nine-year-old is playing with her pussy as she sucks my tit.

I’m overwhelmed with feeling, with emotion, suddenly so filled with happiness that tears fill my eyes. I’m choked up with both love and lust, with passion and affection. A sob escapes, and with it I feel a jolt in my center, a delicious spasm that’s not quite an orgasm, but a pre-climax. I’m right on the edge.

For perhaps half a minute longer, I let Nikki continue sucking my nipple, but then my need is just too great. I have to come. Not with my hand, though, and not with her hand either. This time I want to come on her face, in her mouth.

Without speaking — because basically I can’t at this point — I push myself up. My nipple pops from her mouth. She looks up at me, eager, open, ready for anything.

I take her face in my hands, smiling at her through tears of passionate desire. Slowly, I crawl forward. Her eyes grow big. She’s knows what’s coming. She looks up at my face, then at my cunt. She licks her lips.

“Lick me, baby, lick Mommy,” I growl as I lower my sex onto her mouth.

Still holding her head in my hands, I groan with fulfillment as I feel my little girl’s warm tongue exploring my pussy. I rock on top of her, sliding up and down, fucking her face.

So many sensations, so many feelings, all at once — lust and love, affection and desire — the pungent aroma of my dripping cunt, of my hot need for her — my intense moans of arousal, her sighs of sensual pleasure — and the sight of my daughter’s face, her beautiful face nestled between my legs, captured between my thighs, her lips on my lips, her tongue in my cunt.

I’m ready, I’m ready… I want this moment to last forever, but of course it can’t… the surge is growing, building, swelling… higher, higher, bigger and stronger… and then it boils over as I erupt in an earth-shattering orgasm.

* * *

Some time later, we’re finished. I came on her repeatedly, came again and again, fucking her mouth with my cunt, bringing myself to orgasm after orgasm, flooding my little girl’s face with my hot juices. It went on I don’t know how long — but eventually I was spent.

Now we’re lying together, side by side. She’s facing toward me, enfolded in my arms, apparently almost asleep. I notice a few strands of sticky moisture in her hair along with traces on her cheeks, though I kissed and licked most of it off.

Nikki’s small hands are on my breasts, gently holding them, and sometimes I hear a sigh, feel a soft squeeze and see her lick her lips, detect a satisfied, sleepy smile tugging at the corners of her mouth.

Gradually her breathing slows. I pet her hair, whispering tender words, lovingly kiss her forehead. She’s drifting off. We’re done for the night.

But we’ve really only just begun. She and I have embarked on a new life together, a mother-daughter love affair, and I have a feeling it will last for a very long time.

By Naughty Mommy

It’s a Friday night, almost 11:00… I’m in bed, naked… a lamp is on, softly illuminating the room, but my eyes are closed… I’m playing with myself, rubbing my clit, teasing my hard nipples, making my pussy very, very wet… and then…

I hear a knock on the door, and a voice.

“Mom? Can I come in?”

“Sure, sweetheart, of course you can.”

Quickly I pull the sheet up to cover my bare breasts as my daughter Nikki enters the room. She’s nine years old and growing up fast. When she wears tight t-shirts I can see the beginnings of little breast buds. Pretty soon it will be time for her first bra. Tonight she’s in a Barbie nightgown, very short, with cute yellow undies. She climbs up on the bed.

“What is it, baby? Anything wrong?” I ask as I turn on my side to face her, keeping the sheet pulled up.

“No, I mean, I just couldn’t sleep.”

“Why not? Having bad dreams?”

“No not really. It’s just, um, you know, since we moved, I feel lonely sometimes.” Her eyes glisten with tears.

“Oh, but honey, you’re making new friends at school, aren’t you?” I caress her cheek and pet her shoulder.

“Sort of. Yeah, I mean, they’re okay, I guess. But I really miss my other friends and our old house too.” She sniffles and rubs her nose. I feel so sorry for her, my beautiful, sweet, innocent daughter.

“I know. I understand. Here, why don’t you get in bed with me for a little while and we’ll cuddle until you get sleepy, okay?” I lift the sheet for her, realizing too late that I’d somehow forgotten about being naked. Oh, well, I reason, it doesn’t matter. I’m her mom, after all.

Nikki doesn’t seem to notice my nudity, or if she does, it doesn’t faze her. She scoots over next to me, and I enfold her in my arms, pulling the covers over her. I hug my beautiful child, kissing her sweet-smelling hair, cooing words of love and comfort. Sliding my hand up under her short nightie, I gently rub her back. Her skin is smooth and soft and warm. She purrs, almost like a kitten, and snuggles closer to me.

My daughter’s head is just beneath my chin, her arms are crossed, pulled in tight, hands resting between my breasts. Her knees are pulled up too, and I’ve drawn my legs up under hers. She’s curled into a ball — in a fetal position, I muse, almost as if she wants to be fully back inside the security and protection of my womb.

We cuddle for several minutes, becoming more and more relaxed. It feels so nice, so warm and loving. I hope she’ll soon be able to go to sleep, and think that I might too. It’s so cozy and comfortable, being with my little girl this way.

I continue kissing her head, murmuring reassurance, hugging and caressing. I rub her little bottom, and I hear her whisper, “I like that, Mommy.”

After a while, I notice her hands are moving. She’s trying to pet me too, although the only thing she can reach from her position is my chest. I smile and kiss her hair, happy that we two can be so close. I rub her bottom, her thighs, her back. I hear her purring again.

Then I feel her fingers on my breasts, just the tips, touching ever so gently. Does she know how arousing that is? My nipples are quickly stiff again, even harder than before, throbbing now, aching to be fondled and sucked.

But wait, I scold myself, why in the world am I getting turned on? This is my own daughter, for heaven’s sake, I shouldn’t be getting sexually excited by this, should I?

I can’t help it, though, I am aroused, very aroused. I can feel how wet my pussy is. And I try to convince myself it’s normal, nothing wrong, just a natural bodily response to being caressed in a certain way.

Nikki’s fingers touch my nipples, tentatively, tenderly. She seems hesitant, but also curious, perhaps wondering how I might react. When I don’t say anything, she begins playing with them more boldly, stroking them, and then gives a light pinch to each nipple.

I’m on fire now, in heat, actually trembling with lust. My god, what is wrong with me? Am I a pervert or something? I know I really need to stop her at this point, send her back to her own bed, or at the very least turn her around to face the other way. But as she continues fondling my erect nipples, instead I hear myself say, “Mmm, that feels nice, baby girl, very nice.”

So I give in. I let go. It feels incredibly good, and it’s been so long — and after all, what can it hurt if a mother and daughter want to show some affection to each other?

My hand slips inside the back of her panties. I hear my little girl sigh contentedly as I rub her bare bottom, both cheeks, feeling their firmness, squeezing them. I realize, I know for a certainty, that I am not touching her now only with parental affection. My intent is to excite her, as she has excited me. I want to give her pleasure, to arouse her sexually. But is that possible? Can a nine-year-old child respond the way I am responding?

She seems to be. I pull my hand out of her panties and stroke her thigh, firmly, seductively. I slide my fingers slowly up the inside of her leg, higher, higher, almost to her crotch. Nikki shivers. She’s breathing faster now. Her fingers pinch my nipples harder, twisting them, as if she knows instinctively how to increase my excitement.

But I want even more. I need more. I push the covers down a bit so I can look at her. Nikki’s small hands are clutching my breasts. Her cheeks are flushed, hair damp with sweat, auburn bangs clinging to her forehead. She looks up at me, eyes shining, and I see something in her lovely face that I’ve never seen before. Could it be sexual desire? I want it to be.

Slowly, I ease my daughter onto her back. She’s gazing into my eyes. I smile warmly at her, and she returns the smile. Very slowly I bend closer, bringing my lips to hers. We kiss, softly, tenderly. This could be a mother-daughter kiss — but it also could something more, something romantic, even erotic. It’s right on the edge. That’s where we are, teetering on the verge of incest.

I can stop now, if I want to. We’re still in fairly safe territory, sort of.

But I don’t stop. I definitely don’t want to. As I begin pulling up her nightie, I say, “Let’s take this off, all right?”

She doesn’t object. Together we tug the little nightgown out from under her and over her head. Now her chest is bare.

I admire the tiny mounds of her breast buds, her puffy pink nipples. I touch my daughter there, letting my fingers tease and caress, feeling the nipples get hard. “My little girl is growing up, turning into a woman,” I murmur.

Nikki is watching closely as I fondle her. When I gently pinch one of her stiff young nipples, she groans in pleasure, closing her eyes and licking her lips.

“Mommy’s beautiful girl,” I whisper. Then I lean down, very close to her face, nuzzling her nose, my breath mingling with hers. In an even softer whisper, I tell her, “I love you, honey.”

“I love you too, Mommy,” she replies. Her breathing is unsteady, ragged with excitement.

I gaze at her face, her eyes still closed. The flushed cheeks, pert nose, a few freckles, and those full, naturally red, kissable lips. She’s so young, so innocent. She’s still a little girl, a child I love more than anything in the world — and yet tonight she has somehow become more than that, more than just my darling daughter.

I know exactly what it is, what’s changed. I want this girl as a lover. I need her. But I have to be certain she wants that as well.

“Nikki?”

Her eyes snap open. She looks up at me, questioningly. She licks her lips, leaving them slightly parted, as if tempting me. Oh my god, she is so incredibly desirable, how could anyone resist?

“Baby girl, I, um, I want to kiss you again, okay?”

“Okay.”

“But, I… I want to kiss you, and I want to do more, too. I want to love you. Do you know what I mean?”

“Um… no.”

As I gather my thoughts, deciding what to say, I shift even closer to her in the bed, laying one leg over hers. My breasts are on her chest, our nipples nearly kissing.

“I want to love you, Nikki. Love you, well, like a lover, you know? I want to kiss you, and… do everything with you.”

She swallows. Her eyes are huge, those beautiful eyes of hers, hazel-green, flecked with gold. Long, dark lashes. She’s so sexy. I want her so much. Why did I wait so long for this?

I start to say something else, but then stop. Instead, I lick my own lips, then slowly bring my mouth to hers. I kiss her again, softly and tenderly at first, but then a little more urgently. Soon I begin to use my tongue. She is startled, pulling away slightly, but I remain insistent, and a moment later she is kissing me the same way, with an open mouth.

I’m holding her face in my hands, kissing her lips, breathing hard, my tongue exploring — hers responding more tentatively. Nikki’s hands are groping at my breasts again, however, clutching, squeezing, pulling at the nipples. She is a willing participant in our mother-daughter make out session.

We kiss for several minutes, her hands fondling my breasts, my tongue probing in her mouth. I’m straddling her leg now, grinding my mound against her upper thigh. My pussy is extremely wet, lubricated, sliding easily up and down on the smooth skin of my little girl’s leg. It feels so good, my clit throbbing, pulsating. I could come this way if I wanted to. It wouldn’t take much longer.

Finally I come up for air, pushing my sweaty hair away from my eyes. I study her adorable face as I wipe my lips. “Are you okay, honey? Do you like doing this?”

“Yeah, I do,” she giggles, nodding eagerly. “I like it a lot, Mommy.”

Then suddenly she pulls me to her again, opening her mouth. Nikki doesn’t want to take a break. She likes making out with me.

We continue kissing, and soon another line is crossed. I take one of her hands in mine as we kiss — it seems almost unconscious, an instinctive action — I take her hand and move it down between my legs, pressing it into my crotch.

It’s gooey and hot down there. Holding her hand in mine, I rub her fingers on my pussy lips, up and down, again and again, and then within the folds, coating her fingers with my moisture.

Briefly I break the kiss and whisper to my daughter, “Rub me here, okay? Just rub me a little bit.”

I resume kissing her as I slide her hand up and down inside my sex, guiding her slender, slippery fingers through the furrow, showing her what I want. When her fingers touch my clit, I shudder and groan, breaking the kiss again.

“Right there, uh-huh — just rub Mommy right there, okay? Make Mommy feel good.”

I’m still holding her hand in mine, but she seems to understand what I need. Her fingers caress the swollen bud. It’s ecstasy. I shove my tongue into her mouth, grunting with passion, now taking my hand from hers, reaching around and grabbing her butt, pulling her body against mine as I hump her fingers in a frenzy of incestuous lust.

There’s no pretense at this point, nothing the least bit motherly about what I’m doing with her. My little girl and I are having sex, and I love it!

Somewhere, though, in a corner of my mind, I wonder if I ought to slow down. I can feel that the buildup has already begun — the swirling, swelling, rising sensation that tells me an orgasm is soon to arrive — should I ease off, try to wait?

No, I can’t. I can’t stop. I can’t hold back. I hump harder, faster, against her fingers, squealing in erotic delirium as my tongue fucks her mouth.

It’s coming, almost here, almost here… I break the kiss. “Nikki — Nikki,” I pant, “Mommy’s gonna — Mommy’s gonna — unhh— unhh — OHHH!!!”

I climax on her hand, grunting and groaning as my body spasms, the joyous hot pleasure bursting in waves from my center. “Ohh!! Ohh!! Ohhhhh my god… oh my god…”

* * *

Finally it’s over. I begin to come back to reality, and I sense where I am. I have a hand beneath her, clutching Nikki’s ass. Her fingers are still between my legs. I can feel a sticky mess there, my gooey cum. As I try to catch my breath, slowly I open my eyes.

In the manic excitement, I’ve moved up in the bed. My breasts are almost on her face. I slide down a bit, and look at her. “Are you okay, honey?”

“Yeah,” she grins. “That was, um… that was fun, Mom. Like wild, but fun.”

“Good, I’m glad you liked it.” I give her a kiss, just a peck on the lips. Then I kiss her a second time, holding it a little longer. She sighs happily, returning the kiss.

I draw back, studying her once again, making sure I can see no hint of worry or fear or uncertainty. But there’s nothing there like that. Nikki appears completely comfortable, at ease in our newly sexual relationship.

Does she even know that it’s sexual, I ask myself? Well, yes, of course she has to know that. She might be only nine years old, but kids grow up fast these days. I’m sure she understands. Still, I decide to ask her about it anyway.

“Do you know what just happened? With me, I mean? What that was?”

She nods. “Yeah, I think so.”

“We, um, you know, we’ve talked about things like this before. About sex and orgasms, and, well, that’s what I just had. I had an orgasm.”

“Okay,” she smiles.

“Have, uh… we also talked about masturbation, honey, and I told you that it was okay to do it whenever you wanted to. So, I mean, have you ever had an orgasm yourself?”

An even bigger grin splits her face. She looks a little embarrassed, ducking her chin, but nods. “Uh-huh, I have.”

I smile at my daughter, kissing her cheek, nuzzling her nose.

“I’m glad,” I breathe. Then I ask, “Would you, um… would you like me to touch you, and… see if I can give you an orgasm?”

“Would you, Mommy? I’d love that!”

It’s amazing. She shows no hesitation at all. I suppose that for Nikki this must seem perfectly natural, simply a way for a mom and her little girl to share their love. And she’s right, I say to myself. What we’re doing is natural. It’s warm, and loving, and oh my god it feels so incredibly good. How could it be wrong?

I slide gently off her, lying on my side propped on an elbow next to my daughter, who is on her back. I push the covers all the way down, fully exposing her.

For a moment I let my gaze run up and down her slender, barely pubescent body. Then I ask, “Is it all right if I take off your panties?”

“Sure.”

She lifts her hips as I get to my knees, tugging the cute yellow undies down and off, setting them aside. I lie beside her again.

“I love you very much, Nikki.”

“I love you too, Mom.”

We kiss again, but with no tongues this time. It’s a tender, romantic kiss. My heart swells with feeling, with love, with affection, and with lust.

Parting my own legs slightly, I put a hand down there, sliding my fingers between the folds, coating them with my abundant juices. Then I move the hand to my daughter’s crotch.

Nikki has no hair yet, no pubic hair. She does have tiny breast buds — which drive me insane with desire — but that’s the only real sign of her development. Her little pussy is completely hairless.

Gently I rub her, moistened fingers gliding over the smooth, puffy labia. I bring my mouth to hers and we kiss, both using our tongues. Her hands find my breasts again, playing with the nipples. She seems to love touching me this way.

As I stroke her pussy lips, Nikki’s thighs begin to part. She’s making herself available to me. My fingers ease down just a bit. She spreads her legs wider, her labia separating. I’m in her slit now, touching her there, all smooth and soft and warm, and yes, slippery too. She’s wet inside.

When my fingers find the opening to her vagina, Nikki gives a start. I draw back, slowing down, but she grabs my face with both hands, pulling my mouth hard against hers, pausing just long enough to hiss, “Don’t stop!” before urgently kissing me.

So I don’t stop. I kiss my daughter and I fondle her, exploring her virgin sex. My juicy fingertips circle the rim of her vagina. She pants with desire as we kiss. Her slim legs are fully open, as wide as she can make them. She wants this just as much as I do.

I begin to probe her sweet little hole. She’s writhing under me now, humping up and down, eagerly lifting her crotch to meet my touch. I push one finger inside, up to the first knuckle, loving the perfect tender softness of my daughter’s vagina. With my thumb, I find her clit. She gives another start then, and I hear a muffled squeak, but it’s totally obvious that she’s ready for more, almost desperate for it.

We continue to kiss, wetly, as I rub her clit with my thumb, my finger tickling inside her pussy. But will this be enough? Can I make her come this way?

Almost in answer, as if she can read my thoughts, a shudder suddenly runs through her. She breaks the kiss, and her eyes pop open. Nikki stares at me with a look of wonder.

I’m still rubbing her clit, still fucking her pussy. My beautiful little girl is trembling all over, quivering, her cheeks flushed, face shiny with sweat.

“Mommy, Mommy, I —”

And then she comes.

Continue on to Part Two