Juicy Secrets Forbidden Tales of Lesbian Love

By Naughty Mommy

The next day was Sunday. In the morning, after they finished eating breakfast, Nanna and her Mommy told Chelsea they were all three going to take a shower together. Chelsea was excited, because this was something new they had never done before. She had often taken a shower with her Mommy, but never with Nanna in there too.

It was fun standing under the warm water with both of them, watching the soapy lather slide down their naked bodies as they washed each other. Chelsea liked looking at them side by side, comparing them, seeing how their faces looked alike, but how her Mommy was a little bit shorter than her Nanna, and Nanna’s titties were bigger than Mommy’s.

She also loved it when she saw her Mommy and her Nanna kissing each other in the shower that day. They were kissing in a different way than she’d ever seen them kiss before, with their mouths open, like Nanna did with Chelsea when they were doing the Family Kiss. When she watched them kissing like that, it made Chelsea feel hot and fluttery inside her JJ and it made her want to pet her kitty, so she did.

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After the shower, they gently dried each other off, and rubbed nice-smelling lotion all over each other’s bodies. Then Nanna picked Chelsea up in her arms and they all three went naked into Mommy’s bedroom and got into her bed together.

The little girl felt so excited. This was something new, but it was also something she knew all about. She was very good at doing the Family Kiss, and she was eager to show her Mommy how she could do it — and especially eager to do it with her!

“Now, my sweetness,” Nanna said to Chelsea, “you’ve done such an excellent job learning to do the Family Kiss and playing the Lollipop Game that I have decided you’re ready for more, okay?”

“Okay,” the child grinned, nodding happily.

Chelsea, her Mommy, and her Nanna were on the bed, facing each other in a little three-way circle, each of them on their knees. Chelsea saw that her Mommy’s face was getting red, and that she was breathing hard and petting her kitty. That made the girl want to pet her kitty too, but instead she just waited to find out what they were going to do next.

The first thing they did was play the Lollipop Game with Chelsea’s Mommy. That was fun for Chelsea, because she got to pretend that her Mommy’s nipples were sweet lollipops, and she could lick them and suck them as much as she wanted. It turned out, however, that the game was different than before, because this time there were three people playing. So not only was Chelsea sucking on her Mommy’s nipples, but Nanna was too!

Chelsea’s Mommy seemed to really like playing the Lollipop Game. While Nanna and Chelsea were licking and sucking her nipples, she kept on petting her kitty, and then she put her fingers all the way up inside her JJ, and pretty soon she was having an orgasm.

As she finished with her orgasm, Chelsea’s Mommy took her fingers out of her JJ and held them up in front of Nanna’s mouth. Her Mommy’s fingers were really wet, and Chelsea could smell that same delicious smell that she got from her own JJ and from Nanna’s JJ. Mommy put her fingers in Nanna’s mouth, and then they started kissing. They were both licking the wet fingers and kissing each other at the same time, using their tongues a lot. When Chelsea saw them doing that, it really made her want to pet her kitty. But she still didn’t know whether that was part of the game, so she waited.

After Chelsea’s Nanna and her Mommy stopped kissing, Nanna turned to the child and said, “And now, precious girl, I’m going to do the Family Kiss with your Mommy. Would you like to see that?”

“Yes, I would!” Chelsea’s eyes sparkled as she imagined seeing her Nanna and her Mommy doing that together.

Her Mommy laid down on the bed then, only not the way Chelsea usually did. When the little girl would do the Family Kiss with her Nanna, she started by just laying flat on her back. Her Mommy, though, who was very flexible, pulled both of her legs up and back until they were almost behind her head! This made her JJ, which was wet and pink and open, stand up very high so it would be really easy for Nanna to put her own JJ right on top of it.

Chelsea was so excited by this that she just couldn’t keep from petting her kitty any longer. She put her hand down there and started rubbing, and when her Mommy and her Nanna saw what she was doing, they both just smiled at her, so Chelsea knew it was okay.

Nanna got on top of her Mommy. She used her fingers to open her pussy lips and put them over her Mommy’s pussy lips. As Nanna carefully adjusted things, getting the parts in just the right position, Chelsea saw that her Mommy would kind of shiver all over each time Nanna touched her down there. She was also playing with her own nipples. Chelsea could tell that her Mommy was very excited about doing the Family Kiss with Nanna.

After making sure their nipples were lined up, they started kissing again. Chelsea hoped it would be all right if she moved in a little closer to watch this. Anyway, she did, and no one seemed to mind. As she watched them kissing, and as she heard the way her Mommy and her Nanna were both moaning so much, it made Chelsea want to pet her kitty even faster. She started getting that special hot feeling deep down inside her, and when Nanna began to move on top of her Mommy, and Chelsea could see both of their JJ’s sliding together, and she could smell that wonderful wet stuff that came out of them, the little girl knew she wouldn’t have to wait very long to have an orgasm.

Chelsea rubbed her kitty very very fast as she watched her Nanna kissing her Mommy and saw them rubbing their JJ’s together harder and harder and saw her Mommy was getting hot and sweaty and she heard her almost screaming even though they were still kissing with their tongues and moving very fast look at Mommy she’s naked look what Nanna’s doing to her pet my kitty pet my kitty oh it feels so hot so hot my JJ it’s hot like it’s on fire all wet stuff down there it’s so hot and nice and Nanna Mommy kissing Mommy Mommy — OHHHH!!!!!

When Chelsea’s orgasm was finally done, she opened her eyes and saw that Nanna and her Mommy had finished doing the Family Kiss. They were laying on the bed, looking at her and smiling, doing what Chelsea knew was called ‘spooning’, because Nanna did that with her sometimes. Nanna had her hand on Mommy’s titty and was playing with her nipple.

“How are you feeling, little baby?” her Mommy asked Chelsea.

“Good, Mommy,” the girl smiled happily, “really good.”

“Are you ready to show me how you can do the Family Kiss, with me?”

Hearing her Mommy say that made Chelsea get all fluttery inside. Without even thinking about it, she started petting her kitty again.

“Oh, Mommy, can I? Really?”

“Yes, you can, sweetheart. Really.” Chelsea’s Mommy sat up and patted a spot on the bed next to her. “Lay down here.”

The little girl moved over and laid down beside her. But just as her mother began to get on top of her, Chelsea asked, “Mommy?”

“Yes, baby?”

“Is it okay if I pull my legs up, like you did?” She started lifting her legs and stretching them back. That must have been a good idea, because it made her Mommy smile.

“I would love it if you did that, honey,” her mother said, as she petted her own kitty. “You look so beautiful that way.”

Chelsea pulled her legs back toward her head really far and looked down at herself. She could see that her JJ was pink and wet and open, just as her Mommy’s had been. “See, Mommy? My JJ looks like yours did.”

“Yes, it does, darling. You’re so precious.” Mommy stared at Chelsea’s JJ for a moment, then she bent her head down and kissed Chelsea right there!! It made Chelsea shiver all over when she felt her Mommy’s lips kissing her JJ.

Then she noticed that as her Mommy sat up again, she looked over at Nanna, who was petting her own kitty, and they winked at each other. Chelsea wasn’t sure what that meant, but they both seemed happy and that made her glad.

Anyway, Chelsea was so excited about doing the Family Kiss with Mommy that she pulled hard on her legs again, stretching them back as far as she could, trying to make her JJ stand up tall for her Mommy.

Her mother kept petting her kitty as she looked at Chelsea holding herself that way, but then she began to climb on top of the girl, getting in position for the Family Kiss. Reaching between her legs, she opened her pussy lips, and then Chelsea watched as her Mommy put her fingers inside her own JJ again and moved them in and out a few times before she carefully lowered her JJ over Chelsea’s.

It felt so wonderful, having her Mommy’s warm, wet JJ on top of hers. Looking down, Chelsea thought it was interesting that her Mommy’s pussy lips were not as big and thick as Nanna’s, but smaller and pinker, more like Chelsea’s. She loved both of them, though, and she knew she wanted to keep doing the Family Kiss with her Mommy and with her Nanna forever.

Mommy put her nipples on top of Chelsea’s. They were stiff. It tickled when her Mommy shifted from side to side for a minute, brushing the tips of her nipples over the little girl’s. Mommy whispered, “So beautiful.”

They were almost ready. Mommy brought her face close to Chelsea’s. She could feel her Mommy’s hot breath. Her eyes, half closed, looked into her daughter’s. “Chelsea, my darling baby girl, I’ve waited so long for this.”

Chelsea smiled up at her, whispering, “I love you, Mommy.”

Then she heard Nanna groaning. Glancing to the side, she saw that Nanna was petting her kitty very fast and it looked like she was having an orgasm. When Chelsea looked back at her Mommy’s face, Mommy lowered her mouth to Chelsea’s and they kissed.

As soon as Mommy’s lips met Chelsea’s and they began to kiss, she also started moving her body, sliding her JJ up and down over Chelsea’s. Her Mommy’s tongue was in her mouth, which felt nice to Chelsea, and her Mommy’s hands were grabbing her, it seemed like everywhere, and she was moving very fast on top of her.

Chelsea was excited by this, except that her Mommy was sliding up and down so fast and pressing so hard, it took her a little by surprise. The girl had her legs pulled back and spread open and it was like her Mommy was pushing her JJ way down inside her, getting deeper than Nanna had ever been. It felt like — just what she’d said — that her Mommy had been waiting such a very long time for this and she couldn’t bear to wait a second longer until she had an orgasm with her daughter while they did the Family Kiss.

It was only a few seconds more and then her Mommy had that orgasm, a really big one too. So much of that wet stuff came out of her Mommy’s JJ that Chelsea could feel it running down her bottom and dripping onto the bed. Her Mommy was kind of crying and screaming while it happened. They weren’t kissing any more with their mouths, and Mommy was all red in the face, and her eyes were shut tight. Chelsea had never seen her Mommy look like that before.

As soon as she was done, though, Chelsea’s Mommy put her arms around her and hugged her tight and kissed her neck and cried, “Oh my darling baby girl, oh I love you so much!” It seemed like she was sobbing. She kept kissing Chelsea and hugging her for a long time, until finally she kissed her softly one more time on the mouth and then got up.

But then Chelsea saw her Mommy grab Nanna and they started hugging tightly and Chelsea’s Mommy started crying a lot more. Chelsea wasn’t really sure what it meant, if she was happy or sad. She even heard her Mommy calling Nanna ‘Mommy’ while she cried and hugged her. Chelsea had never heard her call her that before, even though she knew that Nanna was her Mommy’s mommy.

Chelsea sat up on the bed and started to rub Mommy’s back a little bit, trying to tell her everything was okay and that she shouldn’t be sad. Then her Mommy turned and grabbed Chelsea again and pulled her close and she said, “No, I’m not sad at all, darling. I’m so happy. So happy!!”

They all three hugged each other for a while, and Chelsea saw that Nanna was crying too, but it was only because she was very happy.

After a few minutes, her mother took a big deep breath, wiped away the last of her tears, and smiled at Chelsea. “Okay, baby girl. All done with the crying. I’m sorry if I upset you or scared you.”

“It’s okay, Mommy, I’m all right,” said Chelsea.

Mommy took her little girl’s face in her hands and gave her a big kiss on the mouth. Then she said, “And now, sweetheart, Nanna and I are going to teach you how to do the second part of the Family Kiss.”

Chelsea was excited. She hadn’t even known there was a second part to the Family Kiss, and she was eager to find out what it might be.

They showed her. Mommy laid down on the bed again and Nanna laid on top of her, except this time it was very different, because Nanna was turned upside down!

“You see, honey,” Nanna explained, “just like the first part of the Family Kiss, this is also sort of a whole body kiss. All of our skin is touching. But this time, instead of putting our mouths on our mouths and our JJ’s on our JJ’s, we do it the other way around.”

Chelsea’s eyes went wide as she saw what they were doing.

Her Mommy said, “Now I’m going to kiss Nanna’s JJ and Nanna will kiss my JJ. You watch us, baby, so you’ll know how to do it with us, okay?”

“Okay.”

The girl watched closely as her Mommy lifted her mouth up to her Nanna’s JJ. She could see that Nanna’s pussy lips were already open, and she could see all the way inside her, but then when her Mommy put her lips on Nanna’s pussy lips, suddenly Chelsea thought of something.

“Mommy,” she asked excitedly, “is that why when I was little you told me this part here is called the pussy lips? Because for the Family Kiss, for this part of it, I mean, you kiss the pussy lips with your other lips?”

“That’s exactly right,” her Mommy smiled. “What a smart girl you are.”

“Oh, and there’s one more thing you should know.”

That was Nanna. Chelsea scooted down to where Nanna’s face was between her Mommy’s legs.

“Can you remember, honey,” Nanna asked, “when you were eight years old, and I first began teaching you about the Family Kiss, and I told you not only our lips should be touching when we did it, but also our tongues?”

“Uh-huh,” Chelsea nodded.

“So, in this part, when you kiss the pussy lips with your lips, use your tongue too. Use it a lot. There isn’t another tongue for you to touch, of course, but use your tongue to lick all around inside while you’re kissing. It’s especially nice when you use it to lick the little kitty, just like when you pet it, but using your tongue instead of your hand.”

Chelsea’s eyes went wide again. This was so interesting!

“You can use your fingers too,” Nanna continued, “either to pet the kitty while you’re kissing the JJ, or you can put your fingers inside the JJ while you’re petting the kitty with your tongue.”

Nanna saw the expression of astonishment on Chelsea’s face.

“I know this is a lot we’re telling you, dear, and maybe it’s hard for you to take it all in at once,” she told the girl, “but you just watch close and try to learn. I promise you will have lots of time to practice with both me and your Mommy, as much time as you need, until you can do this part of the Family Kiss just as beautifully as you do the first part.”

So, Chelsea watched as her Mommy and her Nanna showed her how to do the second part of the Family Kiss. She went back and forth on the bed looking at her Mommy kissing her Nanna’s JJ, and her Nanna kissing her Mommy’s JJ. She saw them using lips and tongues and fingers, and then she saw them both have an orgasm, first her Mommy, and then her Nanna a few minutes later.

It was amazing. Chelsea couldn’t wait to try it for herself!

And as soon as Mommy and Nanna were done, right after Nanna finished her orgasm, they told Chelsea to lay on her back, and then Nanna got on top of her, upside down, just the way she had been with Chelsea’s Mommy. And Chelsea got to try doing the second part of the Family Kiss for the first time ever.

It didn’t take long until Chelsea discovered that this new way of doing the Family Kiss was very different from the other way and it felt very good. In fact, as soon as she felt her Nanna’s lips on her pussy lips and Nanna’s tongue petting her kitty and her fingers touching inside her JJ — well, Chelsea had her own very big orgasm that day, the biggest one she had ever felt!

She actually had two orgasms with Nanna on top of her, one after the other, and then Mommy got on top of her, and pretty soon the little girl had three more orgasms!

She could hardly believe how great this part of the Family Kiss was. It almost made her wish they had started teaching it to her when she was a much younger girl.

The only bad thing about the day was it turned out that Chelsea didn’t yet know how to do all that new stuff well enough to help either Mommy or Nanna have an orgasm. She tried, but she couldn’t. Partly that was because the child was so busy having her own orgasms that she kept forgetting what she was supposed to do.

It was okay, though. Her Mommy and her Nanna were both very happy with how much she was learning, and they reminded Chelsea that she would be given plenty of time to practice with each of them, whenever she wanted.

And she did. She practiced a lot. It only took a few more days until Chelsea was able to do it so well that she could give both her Nanna and her Mommy as many orgasms as they could give her. They had so much fun that way, doing it over and over again.

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A few weeks later, Chelsea and her Mommy moved all their stuff out of their apartment and took it over to Nanna’s house. Her Mommy told Chelsea they were starting a new and very special part of her life, because for the next several years, until Chelsea was ready to have a baby girl of her own, they would all live together, and they would sleep together too.

Nanna had a nice house with a big bedroom and a very big bed. She also had a big closet, like a whole separate room, where they all three could keep their clothes. And in Nanna’s bathroom was a great big tub, big enough for them to get in together and wash each other and have fun.

Chelsea was so very happy. That first night at Nanna’s house, because it was a special occasion, she got to decide what they would have for dinner — she could pick anything she wanted — and she said mac’n’cheese, so that is what they had.

After dinner, they took a bath together, and it was just as fun as Chelsea thought it would be. She got to wash her Mommy and her Nanna everywhere, and they washed her too. It felt so good. She watched Nanna and her Mommy kissing again, using their tongues, while they washed each other’s JJ’s. It looked like maybe her Mommy had an orgasm, but Chelsea wasn’t sure, because her Mommy was almost always very excited like that now.

After they got out of the bathtub they dried each other off and rubbed lots of nice lotion all over each other, the way they’d done on the day when Chelsea learned about the second part of the Family Kiss.

And then it was time for bed. They got in and just cuddled for a long time. They were all naked, and Chelsea was in the middle, between her Nanna and her Mommy. She didn’t know if they were going to do the Family Kiss or play the Lollipop Game or what, but she didn’t really care. She was just so happy being right there where she was at that moment.

They did play the Lollipop Game that night, and they did the Family Kiss too, both parts of it more than once. Everyone got to kiss and lick everyone else just about everywhere. It was perfect! Finally they all got together in the middle of the bed in kind of a big hug and Nanna reached over and turned off the light and then they went to sleep.

Except they didn’t sleep for very long, because three or four times during the night Chelsea woke up when she felt someone’s hands on her or someone kissing her. It was dark and she couldn’t always tell for sure who it was. But after she woke up and started moving around, soon they would all three be awake and then there would be lots of touching and kissing in the dark.

Sometimes she had one person kissing her mouth and another one kissing her JJ, or maybe she had both Nanna’s nipple and her Mommy’s nipple rubbing on her lips at the same time and she tried to lick and suck them both. There were tongues and fingers everywhere that night, and Mommy and Nanna and Chelsea all had so many orgasms.

It was funny, though, because they didn’t really do the Family Kiss or anything organized like that. They were just in the dark in bed and whatever you wanted to do you could do.

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In the morning, Chelsea asked her Mommy about that, and her Mommy told her that was the way grownup ladies did it. When Nanna would come and visit them in their apartment and Nanna slept in Mommy’s bed with her, that was what they did during the night.

“Am I a grownup lady now, Mommy?” asked Chelsea. They were sitting in a big chair in Nanna’s living room. Chelsea was on her Mommy’s lap.

“Well, not really, honey,” answered Mommy, “but in a few more years you will be old enough to start thinking about having a little girl of your own. A lot more things will happen between now and then. Your body will change, as it has already started to, and then before long you’ll be ready to look around for the right kind of man to help you have a baby. But until then, you and me and Nanna get to enjoy this very special time when we will all live together and sleep together and love each other any time we want.”

Mommy slid her hand between Chelsea’s legs and rubbed her JJ through her panties.

“And you know what?”

“What, Mommy?”

“After you have a baby girl of your own, when she gets big enough, around eight years old or so, then I will start to teach her all about the Family Kiss.”

“Because you will be her Nanna!” It struck Chelsea as an inspiration. She could suddenly see how it all worked, how it fit together.

“That’s right, darling, I will be her Nanna.” Mommy hugged her and kissed her on the lips. “And then, someday, a long time from now, after your little girl is big enough to have a baby of her own, and that little girl grows up—”

“Then I will be her Nanna!!” Chelsea cried. “And I can teach her the Family Kiss!!”

“Yes, my love.”

And they were happy ever after.

By Naughty Mommy

NOTE: This story was originally posted at Lesbian Lolita in November 2012.

This is a story about Chelsea, a very cute little girl who looked a lot like… well, she looked a lot like you, sweetheart. As pretty as a tiny angel sent down from heaven.

Anyway, when Chelsea was still very young, much younger than you are now, she learned a lot of things about her little body from her Mommy. She learned about the difference between her ‘PP’ — which was used to go to the toilet — and her ‘JJ’ — which could be used to make a baby when she got older, and also could be used to make herself feel very good right away, any time she wanted.

Chelsea would always remember the special time when she was only six years old and her Mommy began to teach her about these things. She still could see her beautiful young mother, sitting naked in the bed with her. Mommy opened both her own ‘pussy lips’ and Chelsea’s pussy lips, carefully pointing out the PP and the JJ and the ‘kitty’ too (Mommy said it was actually called the ‘clit’ but that she liked the word ‘kitty’ better).

She remembered how her Mommy told her that whenever she wanted to feel extra good, she could pet that kitty part with her fingers. Then she showed Chelsea how it was done. Her mother petted herself down there for a while as the little girl watched, and it seemed to make Mommy feel very excited and very happy. It looked like a fun thing to do.

Her Mommy said Chelsea should try it for herself, and that she could practice doing it at home any time she wanted, but not ever at school and never when anyone outside the family was around, just by herself or with her Mommy or her Nanna. Chelsea started practicing a lot.

Would you like me to tell you more about Chelsea? Okay, I will.

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Chelsea and her mother lived by themselves in a two-bedroom apartment. Her mother had never been married, and Chelsea didn’t know who her father was. Mommy said that wasn’t important, because men only mattered for one thing — to give a woman a baby girl — and except for that, there was no use in having them around. Chelsea’s Nanna, her Mommy’s mommy, always said the same thing.

When you were ready to have a baby, the women told Chelsea, at perhaps thirteen or fourteen years old, you would pick out a man — a smart and handsome young man, to be sure, and it was best if you could find one who was sort of small and thin like a woman — and then you would be nice enough to him so that he would have sex with you a few times, enough times anyway to make you pregnant. After that, you were through with him.

For many generations, each of the women in their family had given birth to only one child, always a girl, because the family knew of special medicines you could take that would make certain of that. And because the older women would emphasize to the little ones the kind of young men they should try to seduce when they were old enough, the girls were all exceptionally slender, petite, intelligent, and very pretty, just like you are.

Chelsea and her mother were very happy together, always hugging and kissing, playing games, singing songs. Her mother was blonde and blue-eyed, the same as Chelsea, and she was still young and beautiful, only fifteen years older than her daughter. Her mother, Chelsea’s Nanna, had been just fourteen when she gave birth. That was part of the tradition.

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There was something else very important that the little girl was taught by her Nanna, her Mommy’s mommy: the Family Kiss. This took place not long after Chelsea turned eight years old. It was around this same time that Nanna began visiting them more often, once a week or so instead of only once a month. And when she came for a visit, she always stayed overnight.

The Family Kiss, Nanna told the child, was private and secret. It was something very special that could be shared only between beautiful little girls and their Nannas, and no one outside the family must ever know anything about it.

When you did the Family Kiss, it was not just your lips that were touching, but other parts of your bodies too. Your tongues would touch, and your nipples would touch, and your JJ’s would touch. Nanna said that was the most important part, that your JJ’s had to be touching.

When they did it, Nanna would get in bed with Chelsea, both of them completely naked. Chelsea would spread her legs apart, and Nanna would lay on top of the girl. First she would make sure that her long, hard nipples were pressing against Chelsea’s little nipples, and then she would put her hand down between their bodies. She would touch Chelsea’s JJ (that always felt really nice!), and then Nanna would use her fingers to open her own JJ, and put it right on top of Chelsea’s, and then, once everything else was in place, they would kiss with their mouths, first with their lips, and then with their tongues. Usually they kissed that way for a long time, because Nanna said you had to make sure.

If it didn’t work exactly right the first time, if something wasn’t in the perfect position, they would have to do it again and again, until all the parts were touching at the same time. The Family Kiss was very special and very important, and it had to be done right — and it was also very private and secret.

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Chelsea loved doing the Family Kiss with Nanna. It always excited her when Nanna would come into her bedroom at night, close the door, turn the light down low, and then slowly take off her nightgown while Chelsea watched. She loved it when she could see Nanna’s titties — they were bigger than her Mommy’s — and Nanna’s beautiful JJ, which was soft and smooth just like Chelsea’s and just like Mommy’s. Nanna’s skin was golden brown all over, because she said she always went naked in the tanning booth, and Chelsea loved looking at her Nanna’s nude body.

Chelsea also loved the way her Nanna smelled so nice. As soon as she came into the room, the little girl happily inhaled the woman’s sweet perfume, and when they were naked in bed together, with Nanna’s body on top of Chelsea’s, and they were getting ready for the last part of the kiss, the part with their lips and tongues, Chelsea would always take a very deep breath so she could get as much of Nanna’s wonderful smell into her as possible.

After Nanna kissed her goodnight and left Chelsea’s bedroom, when they were finished doing the Family Kiss, Chelsea would feel warm and happy all over. She loved how Nanna’s smell would still be strong in the room, even on her own skin. She would run her hands over her young body and then smile as she smelled her fingers.

She loved how it felt when she rubbed her own nipples, right where Nanna’s big nipples had been pressing against her. It felt so nice, and sometimes the little girl’s nipples would start getting hard too. That was amazing when it happened. It made Chelsea want to pet her kitty.

Chelsea would put her hand down between her legs then, touching her JJ just where Nanna’s JJ had been, and almost always she would feel something wet and sticky down there. When she smelled it, it smelled different from Nanna’s perfume, but it smelled really nice too. And it tasted wonderful. She licked her fingers, then closed her eyes and petted her kitty and thought about doing the Family Kiss with her Nanna. It made her feel so good inside.

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One night, when Chelsea was nine years old and they were getting ready to try the Family Kiss for the third time that evening (because the first two times not everything had been in the exact right place), Chelsea said, “Nanna?”

“Yes, my darling?” Chelsea could see that her Nanna’s eyes were half closed, as if she was very sleepy. But she was also smiling and looked happy.

“When Mommy was little, like me, did you do the Family Kiss with her?”

“No, baby girl, not when she was young like you, because this is something special just for little girls and their Nannas, remember?”

“Oh, yeah, that’s right” Chelsea said. “But then, did Mommy have a Nanna who did the Family Kiss with her?”

Nanna smiled at her. “Oh, yes, baby. Yes, she did.”

And, as Nanna said this, she pressed her JJ against Chelsea’s JJ harder than she ever had before. She kept pressing her JJ in against Chelsea’s, kind of moving it up and down a little bit, and she was kissing her mouth, and their lips were so wet, and they were both breathing hard, and for some reason Nanna didn’t even seem to care that their nipples weren’t matched up perfectly — and then suddenly Nanna got really stiff and she made a squealing sound and she took her mouth away from Chelsea’s and cried out “Oh God!” as she looked up in the air and her whole body kind of shook all over a couple of times…… and then she was quiet.

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After that, whenever Nanna came into Chelsea’s room at night to do the Family Kiss with her, it would always end with Nanna getting really excited and moving very fast on top of the girl until that same thing happened, that thing where Nanna groaned out loud and her body started shaking and she pressed her JJ so hard against Chelsea’s that it almost hurt but also felt really good at the same time. The girl never wanted her Nanna to stop right then. She wanted Nanna to keep going, because it seemed as if Chelsea was getting close to having something special happen to her too.

But every time after Nanna had that thing happen, she would rest for a minute, then she would give Chelsea a big kiss and tell her thank you (for what, the child wasn’t sure), before saying goodnight, picking up her gown from the floor, and going back to Mommy’s bedroom, where Nanna and Mommy slept together when Nanna visited.

The only good thing was that after Nanna was gone, Chelsea could reach down to her JJ and find so much of the wet sticky stuff that Nanna left behind. It tasted wonderful, and it felt really nice when she would rub that stuff all around her own JJ, petting her little kitty while thinking about how much she loved her Nanna and the Family Kiss.

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When Chelsea was almost ten years old, her titties started to grow. This made her Nanna very excited. She loved looking at the girl’s little titties, touching them, playing with them, even kissing them.

One night, as they were getting ready to do the Family Kiss, Nanna asked her if she wanted to try playing the Lollipop Game.

“What’s the Lollipop Game?”

“Well,” Nanna explained, “you know when you have a nice round lollipop, really tasty and sweet, and first you lick it for a while until it’s all wet and juicy and slippery? And then maybe you put the whole thing in your mouth and suck on it? You know how fun that is?”

“I guess,” said the girl.

“So, when you play the Lollipop Game, you pretend that you have a nice sweet lollipop to lick, except instead of a lollipop, we’ll use something else.”

“Like what?”

“Want me to show you?”

“Okay.”

They were sitting in Chelsea’s bed, and both she and her Nanna were already naked. Nanna gave her a big smile, and then a nice warm kiss on the lips. She seemed extra happy that night.

“Now, let’s see,” Nanna began, “what part of my sweet little Chelsea could I try using as a lollipop? Could I use her ears? No, that wouldn’t work so well… maybe her nose? Um, no, bad idea…”

The little girl giggled.

“How about using Chelsea’s elbow — would that make a good lollipop? No, of course it wouldn’t… oh, wait, I know!”

She was looking right at the child’s chest, at her tiny tits. “I’ll bet I could use her cute little nipples. Yes, of course, they would make lovely lollipops for me!”

Chelsea laughed, but she felt her nipples growing hard as her Nanna stared at them. Then Nanna leaned over, bringing her face close to one of Chelsea’s titties.

“Just look at that beautiful lollipop. I’ll bet it must taste very sweet and delicious. Maybe I should try licking it.”

Chelsea could not believe how incredibly good it felt when her Nanna’s warm tongue started licking her nipple. And Nanna really did pretend it was a lollipop too. First she licked it for a long time, licking all around, doing it hard and soft, fast and slow, licking the sides and then right over the tip.

All this gave Chelsea amazing new feelings she had never felt before. Her JJ started to get hot inside and kind of tingly, like it was electric or something. It made her want to reach down and touch her kitty, but she didn’t want to mess up the game, so she told herself to wait and see what would happen next.

It was awfully hard to sit still, though. She tried to — but when Nanna switched over to the other nipple and began licking it the same way, Chelsea heard herself groan and then her thighs suddenly pressed together, all on their own, and when she squeezed her muscles down there, it made her feel sort of dizzy and jumpy.

“Ahh,” Nanna said, “my little girl likes playing the Lollipop Game, doesn’t she?”

The child was trembling with excitement. “Y-yes, I… it, it’s fun…”

Now Nanna was eagerly licking the second nipple while using her fingers to gently fondle the first one.

Chelsea kept squeezing her thighs together. She didn’t really know what it meant or exactly what was happening, but it felt so good that she couldn’t stop.

“Okay, these lollipops are nice and wet,” said Nanna. “And they taste so sweet and delicious, I think I’m going to have to suck on them now.”

Nanna put her strong hands on Chelsea’s waist, pulling the child closer to her, and Chelsea followed Nanna’s lead. Soon she was straddling the woman’s bare thigh, and Nanna had her arms wrapped around the little girl and Chelsea put her arms around Nanna’s back and Nanna was pulling her in very very close, so close it was like they were doing the Family Kiss only they were sitting up on the bed and Nanna had her mouth over Chelsea’s nipple now and she was sucking on it, she was sucking on it, and oh that felt so nice and Chelsea’s JJ was on top of Nanna’s leg and when she moved it back and forth on Nanna’s leg it felt really warm and good and she kept rubbing it on Nanna’s leg so good and now Nanna’s sucking the other nipple sucking it hard and it feels so nice and oh what is that there’s something slippery and warm on Nanna’s leg making my JJ slide so easy and so fast and faster even faster don’t stop and do it harder faster on Nanna’s leg it’s so hot and slippery suck my nipple Nanna harder harder faster Nanna I can’t stop I’m—

Something BIG happened to Chelsea then.

She was moving her JJ back and forth on Nanna’s leg when this new thing, this strange electric buzzy feeling that kept on growing inside her exploded without warning. It was so strong it made Chelsea feel like she could die from it but it also felt so wonderful and so perfect… for a few seconds it even seemed like she totally disappeared, or maybe the whole world disappeared, everything except for her JJ and her Nanna’s leg where it was so hot and slippery. That was all that mattered.

It was the little girl’s first orgasm.

Chelsea’s Nanna held her tightly as the child climaxed on her leg. She continued sucking her granddaughter’s nipple, wanting to prolong the little girl’s pleasure as long as possible.

When Chelsea finally started to come down from her peak of ecstasy, still trembling all over, Nanna reluctantly released the girl’s nipple from her mouth and hugged little Chelsea close, kissing her neck, tasting her salty sweat, running her hands up and down over the child’s thrilling, delectable, feverishly hot young body.

“My darling girl, my darling baby girl,” Nanna whispered as she kissed and caressed the child.

It was difficult for Chelsea to get her shaking under control, or even to draw a steady breath for minute or two, but eventually, as she gradually grew calmer, she was able to ask, “Oh, Nanna, what — what was that? What happened?”

Taking the little girl’s face in her hands, looking deeply into her beautiful light blue eyes, the older woman said, “You had an orgasm, my love.”

“A what?”

Nanna smiled at her. “It was an orgasm. A sexual climax. You came.”

“I did?”

“You certainly did, little one. Did you enjoy it?”

“Oh, yes, very much!” Chelsea exclaimed. “But — but it was so huge, so strong, I mean, it was kind of scary for me too. I didn’t know what was happening. Will it always be like that?”

“Sometimes it might be. But at least now you will know what to expect. I’m sure it will always be wonderful and exciting for you each time, but probably not so scary.”

“Good. I didn’t know what to think. I mean, in a way, I couldn’t think. You know?”

“Yes, honey, I know what you mean,” said Nanna. “That’s what it’s like for me too, when I come on top of you while we’re doing the Family Kiss. For just a moment everything else goes away — it all disappears, everything except my body and yours, and my orgasm.”

“That’s right, everything just went away and it was like I disappeared or something. I didn’t know what it meant, and it was, I mean, I was scared, but — but gosh, Nanna, now I want to do it again!”

They laughed together and hugged.

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For the next several weeks, it seemed like Nanna was visiting with Chelsea and her Mommy all the time. Nanna started sleeping over with them more than she stayed at her own house. This made Chelsea happy, because now she and Nanna were doing the Family Kiss a lot more often, instead of just once a week or so.

The girl also discovered that when she petted her kitty, if she did it long enough and in just the right way, she could bring herself the same fantastic feeling that she’d had while rubbing herself on Nanna’s leg. And sometimes, after she had an ‘orgasm’, Chelsea found some of that wet sticky stuff coming out of her own JJ. That was awesome! It tasted really good, and if she spread it around on her kitty and then petted her kitty some more with it, she could give herself another orgasm, and another, and another.

The ten-year-old spent many happy hours doing that, not only at night in her bed, but also in the morning as soon as she woke up, and in the afternoon right after getting home from school, and — well, just about any time she felt like it. When Chelsea was little, her Mommy had told her she could touch herself that way as much as she wanted, and so she did.

Chelsea’s Mommy often liked to watch her daughter while she petted her kitty, either coming into her bedroom at night, or just stopping her housework to look at Chelsea while the pretty child sat naked on the living room sofa and played with herself.

Chelsea liked it when her Mommy watched her. She noticed that her Mommy usually put her own hand down inside her pants then too, and the girl knew she was petting her own kitty.

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Almost every time now, when Nanna would come in at night to do the Family Kiss with Chelsea or to play the Lollipop Game with her, Chelsea was able to have an orgasm with her Nanna, and sometimes they would have orgasms together at the exact same moment. That was so amazing when it happened.

The child loved her Nanna so much, loved holding her and touching her and kissing her. Now when they did the Family Kiss, when Nanna carefully placed her JJ over Chelsea’s JJ and her large nipples against the girl’s younger ones, it made Chelsea more excited than ever before. Because she knew that as soon as they started kissing, her Nanna would begin moving on top of her, sliding their JJ’s together, making Chelsea get all hot and tingly inside, and in a few minutes they would both have an orgasm.

And there was another thing that made the little girl happy. When they would play the Lollipop Game, Chelsea was now doing some of the licking and sucking too. She got to pretend her Nanna’s nipples were big lollipops, sweet treats for her to enjoy for as long as she wanted. Chelsea just doing loved that.

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One night, about three months after the time when Chelsea had her very first orgasm, Nanna had a big announcement for her. They were in Chelsea’s bed, Nanna’s warm body laying on top of the girl’s. They had just finished doing the Family Kiss again, and they were both hot and sweaty, the small bedroom filled with the aroma of Nanna’s perfume and their combined pussy juices.

“You know what, baby girl?” Nanna murmured as she kissed and licked the child’s neck.

“What?”

Nanna pushed herself up so she could look into her granddaughter’s blue eyes. “I think you’re ready, honey. I think it’s time for us to bring your Mommy in too, to let her join us in doing the Family Kiss.”

“My Mommy? Really? Oh good!!”

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The longstanding tradition in this unusual family was that it was the privilege of each succeeding grandmother to initiate the current budding young girl into the pleasures of lesbian incest. Because every generation had only a single child — always a female, of course — this momentous time would come around just once in about every fifteen years.

For as long as anyone could remember, their unique method had been to start by teaching the young one how to do the Family Kiss. This usually took place when the child was around eight years old, but it was up to the grandmother to determine when she thought the girl was ripe enough and ready to learn.

If the process went according to plan, as it nearly always did, and the little girl acquired the ability to experience orgasms often and repeatedly, then it would be time to move to the next level. Sometimes this point could be reached within only a few months, but normally it was longer, taking at least a year and often two or three years.

With Chelsea, it had been a little more than two years. That was well within the range of average, although Chelsea’s mother occasionally wondered if her own mother had been stretching things out a bit, wanting to extend her period of individual erotic delights with the girl. That was normal too, and perfectly understandable, but Chelsea’s mother longed for the next step to be reached.

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“With my Mommy? Really? I get to do the Family Kiss with her? Can we play the Lollipop Game too?”

“Yes, darling,” her Nanna laughed, “you can do those things with her. But that’s only the beginning. There are many new things your Mommy and I are going to teach you as well.”

That evening, instead of going back to her Mommy’s bedroom when they were finished, Nanna stayed with Chelsea the whole night through, sleeping in her little bed with her. She had never done that before.

Several times that night, Chelsea awoke in the dark, feeling Nanna’s warm skin right next to hers, the older woman’s sweet smell all around. She felt happy and loved, and she also felt excited when she remembered that soon she would be doing the Family Kiss with her Mommy too! What a wonderful time it was for the little girl.

Continue on to Part Two

By Naughty Mommy

So, that’s who I am.

I’m a pervert. I love to masturbate in public.

And all of this has been leading up to the most amazing experience I have ever had.

I’m a senior in college now, 21 years old, a journalism major. In a few months I’ll get my degree, then next fall I’ll begin working on my masters. My schedule is fairly light this final semester, only a couple of classes a week. I’ve done very well in my studies — I’ll graduate near the top of my class, in fact, if you’ll pardon the bragging.

Along the way, happily, I’ve also been able to continue doing what I most love to do.

None of my professors, as far as I know, has a clue that quite often I’ve been getting myself off during their lectures. By now I’ve perfected my methods. I can make myself come almost at will merely by crossing my legs and squeezing them together, repeatedly clenching my thigh muscles to stimulate my clit. This works amazingly well. I’ve given myself countless orgasms that way, even while seated in a crowded classroom with students on either side.

Nothing can replace the feel of my fingers on my bare sex, however. So, if possible, I’ll try to slip a hand inside my clothing. It’s not as easy to get away with that, of course. Usually I’m not able to do so, but if I can, I will. I finger myself until I reach climax, then nonchalantly raise my hand to my face, pretending to scratch my nose while inhaling the fragrance of my juicy cunt.

I love to masturbate during my classes, but elsewhere too: in the cafeteria while eating lunch; in a store while shopping; at the park, sitting on a bench; riding on the bus, seated next to strangers; I’ve even done it while riding in an elevator. As long as I’m around others, around people who have no idea what I’m really doing, but who might discover it, that idea drives me wild. I’m such a pervert.

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To earn some money, and because I like books, for the past year or so I’ve been working part-time in a used bookstore near the campus. It’s sort of a quiet, out-of-the-way place, called Legacy Books.

I enjoy working at Legacy because the owner, Mr. Tinworth, trusts me and pays me pretty well. He’s not around much, and doesn’t seem to mind that business is usually slow. I suppose he already must have however much money he needs or wants.

As you might expect, I frequently masturbate at work, because why wouldn’t I? Since the store is often empty, I’m on my own and can do whatever I choose. Naturally it’s not as fun and exciting when I’m alone, though, doing it with no customers around, but if I feel the need to come, I’ll do it anyway. Sometimes, to spice things up, I’ve stood close to the front window, taking a chance that passersby on the street will see me. That makes me so hot.

In addition to selling used books, we also purchase them at Legacy for resale, or take them on trade. When I first started there, Mr. Tinworth didn’t allow me to do that. But after a time, when I’d shown some interest and aptitude, he turned the job over to me. Now I do almost all our buying.

In that capacity, I’ve made sure that our Erotica section is very well-stocked. We have an excellent selection of 19th century and early 20th century pornographic novels and short story collections, as well as items from more recent authors. It’s one of our most popular areas of the store, accounting for nearly a third of our total transactions.

And that brings me to the amazing experience I promised to tell you about.

It was a Thursday afternoon, a typically slow day at Legacy Books, perhaps even slower than usual. Mr. Tinworth had shown up in the morning but soon left, saying he’d see me on Friday. I had no classes to attend that day, and would close the shop at 7:00. We’d had a few customers and I’d made a couple of sales, but nothing special.

Then, about 1:30, they came in — two women, one mature, one younger, together with a little girl around 8 years old. It appeared the three were related, most likely mother, daughter, and granddaughter. I was somewhat surprised to see the child, considering it was a school day. Later I found out that they were traveling, on their way to attend a relative’s wedding the next day, and had stopped in our town for lunch and to do some shopping.

At any rate, I was very glad they were there. This gave me an opportunity to play with myself in an unusually provocative setting, with a young girl and two women. So naughty, and so nice!

I smiled at the group as they came in. The women nodded to me and said hello, then commenced browsing. There was no one else in the store.

The child was adorable, wearing a pink quilted jacket and a very short yellow dress that came less than halfway down her thighs. She had big round brown eyes, long eyelashes, and rosy cheeks. Her dark hair was shoulder length, curled under, with flirty bangs.

The darling girl headed straight for the children’s section, located at the front of our shop, picked out several items to look at, then sat down on a small wooden chair we keep there and began to page through the books. Both women, meanwhile, had disappeared toward the rear.

I perched on my stool behind the counter, looking at the child as I squeezed my thighs together, clenching the muscles to stimulate my clit. Soon I parted my legs, sliding a hand up under my short skirt, gently stroking my pussy through my satin panties. The sales counter was tall enough that no one could see what I was doing unless they were standing very close, and the women were out of sight. I felt safe, but not too safe.

How I love to touch myself. I’m quite an expert at it, of course, since I’ve been doing it pretty much all my life, masturbating many times a day, knowing exactly what to do to really get myself going. As you know, however, nothing turns me on more than doing it in public, where there’s a chance I might get caught. Just like this, in front of a little girl, with her mom and her grandmother not far away. So fucking hot.

Then I noticed something unusual, something surprising. While the child was examining the books, her legs had come open. And not just a little bit either, they were wide apart. She was facing toward me as she sat, and I had a clear, extremely arousing view of her white cotton undies.

Had she done this on purpose? Was the girl deliberately trying to turn me on? No, that couldn’t be, could it?

Well, whether it was deliberate or not, I was turned on, very turned on. After quickly glancing around to make sure no one would be able to see, I put my other hand between my legs and pulled my own panties aside so I could touch myself directly.

I was already very wet. My fingers slid up and down inside my slit, spreading the gooey moisture around. Should I make myself come? Sure, why not? I’d done it plenty of times with people inside the shop, more times than I could count. And my clitoris was so big and hard, throbbing, just begging for it.

Gazing at the lovely child, staring at those white panties between her wide-open legs, I fondled my clit, sliding my slippery fingers over the nub, playing with myself until I was right on the edge, almost there.

The little girl raised her head. She looked into my eyes and smiled. That alone just about put me over the top — except then her gaze shifted away from me, went behind me, and her smile grew even wider.

Startled, I turned my head to discover both women standing near the counter, only a few feet away. In my aroused, frenzied, distracted state, I somehow hadn’t noticed them returning from the back of the store. I quickly pulled my hands from between my legs, straightening my skirt, trying to act as if nothing had happened.

It was no use. They’d seen everything. They knew exactly what was going on.

But the amazing thing is, they didn’t mind! In fact, they approved!

“Please, don’t stop,” the younger woman said to me. “Keep going. She likes to watch.”

“Yes, she does. And so do we,” added the older woman.

“What — I — ?” I didn’t know what to say.

I knew I was blushing something furious, and sweating too. It was so rare for me to actually be caught masturbating, and never before had it been like this, while staring between the legs of a little girl!

“Don’t stop, keep going,” repeated the younger woman. “Please, we really want you to.”

As she said this, both women moved across to stand behind the child. The way our store is arranged the section they were in, though near the front door, cannot be seen from outside. There’s a brick wall and a shelf of children’s books that hid them from view. I mention this because the next thing that happened totally shocked me.

The mature woman, probably in her mid-50s, but still slim and quite pretty, immediately pulled her long loose dress up around her waist, holding it with one hand as she slid the other inside her panties. The younger woman, who was wearing jeans, opened them and pushed her hand down inside too, rubbing herself.

“We love to watch,” said the older woman. “We love watching each other, and we want to watch you, okay?”

“Um… okay…”  Who was I to say no?

I stepped out from behind the counter, facing toward them, but with the tall counter allowing only my upper body to be visible from the sidewalk. I yanked up my miniskirt, pushed my panties down around my knees, and resumed masturbating for them.

Of course, if another customer had come in, I don’t know what we would have done, but fortunately no one did.

We played with ourselves, three women masturbating in a public place, watching one another — and with a child watching too!

But the little girl did more than merely observe. After a minute or so, the younger woman, who I soon found out was indeed her mother, said to the child, “Why don’t you show her, okay? Let her see you.”

“Okay,” the girl nodded happily.

She’d been sitting in the small chair with her legs still spread wide, looking up at me and smiling. Now she briefly stood and tugged her panties down, stepping out of them, then sat down again. The girl used her fingers to open her smooth, hairless pussy lips, giving me a look inside.

Oh my god, so beautiful, so perfect, so inviting… lovely and pink and soft and… and wet… yes, wet! The child’s pussy was clearly, unmistakably wet!!

That’s when I came, when I saw that.

I’d wanted to hold off, trying to time it so we could all climax together, the two women and I — but this illicit, erotic view of a little girl’s juicy pussy suddenly shoved me over the top. I gasped and groaned, cupping my vulva in both hands, jiggling them a little to extend the orgasm, all while praying that no one would come in and find us.

When I finally finished and was able to open my eyes, I saw that they were all three looking at me, at my hands between my legs.

“Uh-huh, uh-huh, uh-huh, uh-huh,” grunted the older woman, fingers moving fast inside her panties. Then, “Ohh unhh UNHH!” she groaned, climaxing loudly.

The younger woman’s jeans were down around her knees now and her panties as well. She had two fingers inside her cunt, pumping rapidly in and out, making a wet, slapping sound.

“Yes, yes, yes!” the woman cried, and then she came too. It was so hot, so incredibly hot.

But the most exciting thing of all was the little girl, the child.

Sitting in the chair with her thin legs spread wide apart, fingers ticking her clit, she kept her big brown eyes locked on mine, smiling, licking her lips, playing with herself, until — a sudden shudder, a high-pitched squeal, her cute face turning red — I saw her come.

Oh my god, this was unbelievably exciting. So exciting, in fact, that it made me come a second time.

I’d kept my fingers moving as I watched the two women bringing themselves to orgasm, and then, when the young girl and I made eye contact, I’d taken a step closer to her, pulling my panties to the side, fully exposing myself, showing the child my wet pussy, rubbing myself for her. And when she came, I came too.

I have no idea how many orgasms I had that afternoon. They seemed to just keep coming, over and over, one on top of the other. I’m pretty sure both women came more than once as well, though it’s impossible to say for sure. It’s all such a blur of erotic excitement, fingers flying over pussies, the cries of ecstasy, the intoxicating aroma of feminine sex…

Some time later, perhaps twenty or thirty minutes, maybe it was longer, I don’t know, but at last we were spent. Gasping, panting, smiling at one another and giggling in our post-orgasmic high as we licked the goo from our fingers, we began getting ourselves back together again.

I was about to ask if they had any plans for dinner that night, hoping I might be able to spend more time with them, when the older woman said to the other, “I hate to say this, but we really need to get going. We’ve still got a long way.”

“Yeah, I guess you’re right,” nodded the younger woman. Turning to me, she explained, “We’re driving to San Francisco. We need to be there tomorrow for a wedding.”

“It’s a lesbian wedding,” added the little girl with a grin.

“Yes,” said the older woman. “It will be my other daughter, the younger one, and her girlfriend.”

“All right, well, have fun,” I told them.

“Thank you,” said the mature woman. “Oh, I almost forgot. I did want to buy this. We found it in the back, in that very nice special section you have.”

She placed her selection on the counter. It was a three-volume paperback set, titled The Joy of Looking.

“Good choice,” I winked. “That’s one of our best sellers.”

I rang up the purchase, and then they were gone, waving at me through the window as they walked off down the street. And I was left to wonder… what might have happened if they had not just been passing through, but were in town for a longer visit? Or what if they lived near by?

I wondered about their home life too… what must that be like? I sat on my stool behind the counter, facing away from the window and masturbated again as I considered this, thinking about the possibilities.

Finally, just before I came, I came to a decision. From now on, I affirmed, I’m going to be a lot less cautious about playing with myself in public. Who knows what other fun experiences it could lead to?

THE END

By Naughty Mommy

I’m a pervert.

It’s true, I admit it. Well, I don’t actually admit it to anyone except myself, but there you go.

The reason I call myself a pervert is because the one thing that gets me off more than anything else is masturbating in public. Yes, in public. That gets me so hot I can barely stand it. Not where anyone can actually see me — not quite, anyway — but where someone might be able to see me. God, it makes me so wet, I can come over and over again.

I’ve been doing this since… you know, as I think about it, I realize now that I’ve been doing this ever since I was just a little girl.

I didn’t really know it was masturbation at the beginning, or even anything sexual, I guess, but I can remember in grade school how my teachers used to take me aside and tell me to quit playing with myself. Most of my teachers, anyway.

There was this one, Ms. Lessing, in third grade, who never tried to stop me. I think she enjoyed it. Ms. Lessing moved me up to the first row of desks, right in front of where she sat, and every day I would catch her watching as my fingers crept down between my legs while I was doing my schoolwork. She gave me really good grades.

I liked having Ms. Lessing look at me. I remember wishing that some of the other female teachers I had would enjoy looking at me when I played with myself instead of scolding me about it. But the others weren’t as nice as her.

As I got older, I became better at hiding what I was doing. I used to practice a lot at home, in front of the mirror in my bedroom. I would try on different sets of clothes and see which ones allowed me to get the most satisfying touch with the least chance of being discovered.

By the time I was in sixth grade, I was so clever at it that I could play with myself pretty much all day long at school and no one ever noticed. I’d realized by then, of course, that what I was doing was certainly something sexual. I knew what masturbation was, or at least the idea of it, and I knew how good it made me feel to touch myself that way.

I realized too about that time that it was not only my physical actions that got me so excited, but also the things I thought about while I was doing it. When I imagined some of my prettiest teachers naked, or if I pretended I was touching one of the girls I had a secret crush on, that would make the pleasurable feelings even stronger.

It was during that year, when I was 11, that I finally had my first orgasm.

My last class in the afternoon was music, in the auditorium. I played clarinet. I’d been rubbing myself almost constantly throughout the day and my panties were very wet.

By then I’d also discovered that I didn’t always have to use my fingers to please myself. If I sat just right, I could squeeze my thighs together and get this incredibly nice sensation. This was the perfect method to use in music class, because as we were playing a tune, I could sort of move my body in time with the rhythm, and nobody would know what I was up to.

That’s what I’d been doing that afternoon, and by the time the class ended, I was getting really hot and sweaty with excitement and I knew my panties were soaked. I remember being worried that someone might notice how I looked and maybe ask if I was sick or something, but luckily no one did.

While the other students were putting away their instruments after class, I sort of hung back, moving into the shadows, waiting until everyone else had left. And when the auditorium was empty, I took a chair to the center of the stage where we practiced and sat down, facing toward a phantom audience.

My heart was pounding. I wanted someone to see me, to watch me, but at the same time I was terrified of being discovered and getting punished. It’s that sense of danger, of course, that heightens the thrill for me and gets me so hot.

As I sat in the chair and looked out, I slowly spread my legs. I was wearing a loose cotton dress that day. I drew it up my thighs and reached down to touch my panties. As I’d expected, they were very wet.

I put a hand inside. It felt steamy and moist in there, like a jungle. I used my other hand to pull the panties aside, uncovering my naked crotch, and began rubbing myself.

I kept looking at the auditorium doors, wondering what I would do if someone came in, a janitor or another student. Could I get away in time? Could I make some excuse? Or would it be completely obvious what I was doing?

Part of me knew I should stop. But another part of me knew I couldn’t. I had to do this.

That was definitely the biggest risk I had taken up to that point in my life. And as I sat there on the stage, totally exposed to anyone who wanted to look, and vigorously rubbed my hairless pussy, I began to feel something new happening inside me… a swirling warmth, a surging pressure, building, pulsing, growing… I was trembling all over… I kept rubbing myself, kept trying to look at the doors just in case, as I felt that pressure inside getting stronger and hotter… hotter and stronger… and then it happened. The surge boiled over. My first real climax.

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No one came in and saw me that day. I was very lucky.

As soon as I got home from school, I went into the bathroom and locked the door. I was alone in the house, but for some reason I wanted to make sure I wouldn’t get caught. Maybe it was because the ordeal on stage had really frightened me.

I took off all my clothes and stood in front of the mirror.

I looked at my body. My breasts were still just little swellings with puffy nipples. I had no pubic hair. I didn’t look like a woman yet. I looked like a young girl.

Using my fingers, I spread my labia. I could see something sticky and whitish inside.

I started warm water running in the bathtub and got in to wash myself off. I held my vulva under the faucet and tried to clean the sticky stuff away. Of course, you can guess what happened. Pretty soon I had my second orgasm.

After that, I began to masturbate all the time. Well, I suppose you could say I already had been masturbating all the time, but not all the way to climax. But now that I had discovered what it was really all about, I simply couldn’t get enough.

I masturbated in the bathroom, in my bedroom, and also in other rooms of the house. I liked trying it in different places to see where it would get me the most excited.

Doing it on my mom’s bed was nice, and I especially liked doing it in her bathroom, looking at my reflection in the mirror. I sometimes did it in the kitchen, in the family room, or in the backyard.

I did it at school, too, of course, as often as I could.

A few weeks after my experience in the auditorium, I managed to have my first orgasm while sitting inside a classroom full of students.

We were taking a history test. I was in the last row, on the side, so only one person really had a good view of me, and she didn’t seem to be paying much attention. The test was easy. I finished quickly, ahead of everyone else.

As I’d been working, I had one hand pressed between my thighs, and I’d been squeezing my legs together. I would do this regularly throughout the day, as much as I could without being seen. It felt great.

But on this day I needed more.

Very quietly, I slid my hand up under my big sweater and then down inside the stretchy waistband of my skirt and into my panties. When I felt my middle finger pressing between my labia, into my hot center, I had to suppress a gasp.

I was good at doing that. I knew from lots of practice how excited I would get and how I could best control my reactions. Glancing over at Pamela, the girl sitting nearest to me, I saw that she was focused on her work and wasn’t at all concerned with what I was doing.

While I pretended to be checking my answers on the test, slowly running my pencil up and down the page, I gently teased my clit with my other hand. I wasn’t sure I could actually make myself come that way, using a minimum of motion and permitting myself no outward sign of arousal.

But I did.

I felt the pressure slowly building inside me that day until, about thirty seconds before the class ended, I reached climax. I remember feeling not only intensely aroused and sexually fulfilled, but also very proud. It was gratifying to know that I could give myself so much wonderful pleasure whenever and wherever I wanted.

And, of course, having successfully done it one time, I continued to do it as often as I could manage. From middle school all the way through high school, I masturbated to orgasm in the classroom at least twice a week on average while I fantasized about looking at a naked woman or kissing a cute girl. As far as I know, no one ever realized what I was doing.

I enjoyed doing it at other places too, like at the city library, at the shopping mall, and in the park. I love to masturbate, and most of all I love to masturbate in locations where someone might possibly see me.

*       *       *

A few times people have seen me.

The first time was in a bookstore at the mall. I was 14. I was rubbing myself while I browsed the shelves, but apparently I wasn’t being quite careful enough. I discovered that a middle-aged man was staring at me. That grossed me out. I left right away and didn’t go back to that store for a long time.

The next time it happened was at the beach, when I was 15. I caught a woman watching me while I played with myself. I didn’t stop, and when she saw that I knew she watching, she didn’t look away either. I continued until I finished. Then she quickly picked up all her things and rushed off. Heading home to masturbate, probably.

Two years later, when I was 17, someone saw me again. It was at the mall. I was in the lingerie section of a department store, looking at some sexy nighties, and I got really turned on. I decided to masturbate right there. I went between two racks of bras and panties and stuck my hand down inside my jeans. I was about halfway to climax when I noticed a couple of girls, both around 12 years old, standing nearby and looking at me. They were clutching at each other and blushing and giggling, but doing it quietly. I think they didn’t want to call attention either to themselves or to me. They wanted me to keep going, and so I did. I rubbed myself until I came.

And that’s it. I have masturbated hundreds of time in public places, but as far as I know, I have been seen doing it by only those four people. Chances are, I suppose, that there have been others that I wasn’t aware of. If there were, I hope they enjoyed it. Especially if they were pretty girls.

That’s one of my favorite fantasies: that I’ll be touching myself somewhere and a hot looking girl, maybe a teenager, will see me, and then she’ll start touching herself too while I watch.

That hasn’t happened yet, but who knows, maybe someday it will.

Continue on to Part Two

By Naughty Mommy

The next month, almost the same thing happened.

We got naked in the closet, lay down together on the comforter with Lori on top, and began kissing. She rubbed her body against mine, humping my thigh, then took my hand in hers and placed it between her legs. As we kissed, my sister slid her hot wet cunny up and down on my fingers, faster and faster, until she climaxed.

But this time she didn’t stop with only one. She broke the kiss and caught her breath, gasping and panting, and after a few seconds whispered, “I want more. Okay?”

“Okay.”

I wasn’t exactly sure what she meant by more, but I was willing to do absolutely anything Lori wanted at that point, anything at all.

“Can you… put your finger inside?” she asked.

“What do you mean?”

“Inside me. Put it inside me.”

“I — I don’t know — where?”

You can tell how clueless I still was. Although I had finally started masturbating during the preceding month, that was simply with my fingers on my labia and my clit. I hadn’t penetrated my vagina. Alone in bed at night, I would lie on my stomach and slip my hand inside my panties, humping my palm in imitation of the way my sister had humped my leg. I was able to reach orgasm, which was fabulous, but I hadn’t figured out yet that there were other places my little fingers could go.

I was about to learn.

“You know, put it inside me,” Lori said. “Here, I’ll show you.”

In the darkness of the closet, my sister reached between her legs and grasped my hand. She took the index finger, moved it down a bit, and pressed the tip of my finger against a very soft wet spot… a spot that yielded when she pressed harder, that opened and allowed my finger to enter within.

Oh my god. What a discovery! This was the most amazing, delicious thing I’d ever felt in my young life. So warm, so soft, so pleasant and welcoming — and so exciting.

“Fuck me,” my sister urged. “Fuck me with your finger.”

“Okay.”

I’d heard the word ‘fuck’ before from kids at school. I knew it was a bad word, a dirty word, but I wasn’t entirely sure what it meant. Now I found out, and it wasn’t bad at all. It was wonderful!

“Fuck me, make me come,” said Lori.

“Okay.”

With my finger inside her juicy warm vagina, my sister put her mouth over mine, her tongue intruding. We kissed, and I fucked her, and I made her come.

She came three more times that way, and then at last our game ended for the night. Lori lay panting on top of me, her body hot and sweaty, completely spent. After recovering for a minute or so, she kissed me a final time, then whispered, “Maybe next month we’ll try something else, all right?”

“Sure, okay, anything.”

After she left the closet, I sniffed my moistened index finger. It smelled nice. I licked it, and I liked the way it tasted.

Gathering up my clothes, I went to my own room, eager to experiment, see what would happen if I put my finger inside myself that same way. Could I do it? Would it feel just as nice?

Yes, I could, and yes, it did.

 * * *

I masturbated more than ever during the next several weeks, not only at night, but in the morning when I woke up, and numerous times after I arrived home from school. In my mind while I fucked myself with my finger, I replayed the unmatchable excitement of fucking my sister Lori.

Oh, how I loved that. I wanted to do it with her again so badly. I was sure we would as soon as we had the chance, but that could be such an interminable wait! Who knew when our mom and dad would go out again and leave us alone? Often it was longer than a month between occasions, sometimes even two months or more.

I tried to catch my sister’s eye, perhaps send a subtle unspoken suggestion that she and I should try doing something secret between those times, sneaking into each other’s rooms at night, or getting together after school. But Lori ignored these entreaties, if she even noticed them.

We never spoke about these things anywhere but inside our parents’ walk-in closet. To all outward appearances, we were just a normal pair of siblings, ten years old and thirteen years old. There was nothing remarkable about us. No one else knew what we did. But I knew and she knew.

And we waited.

 * * *

Finally, almost two months after the last time, we were in the closet again, lying together in the steamy darkness, kissing and humping.

I was on fire with arousal that night. My hands went everywhere, fondling my sister’s boobs as we kissed, squeezing her stiff nipples, then clutching her ass, pulling her tightly against me, lifting my pelvis to thrust my still hairless mound into her crotch.

In my feverish excitement, I suddenly grabbed Lori’s hand, placing it between my legs.

“Fuck me,” I said. “Fuck my cunny with your finger.”

“Really?”

“Uh-huh.”

“Are you sure?”

“Yeah,” I nodded in the dark, “you fuck me, and I’ll fuck you. We’ll do it together.”

This was a switch. For the first time I was taking control of events. I hadn’t planned to do that, it just happened in the heat of the moment.

“Okay,” said Lori, “if you’re sure.”

“I am sure. I want you to fuck me!”

“Oh my god — well, all right.”

She tentatively fingered my slit, spreading the lips, exploring my smooth wetness. I reached for her too at the same time. Lori’s breath felt hot on my face. We weren’t kissing just then, but were both breathing hard, panting with arousal as we fondled one another.

My sister found the opening to my vagina. The tip of her finger made a small circle, sliding around the rim. It felt so good. But then she seemed to hesitate.

I was trembling all over, wanting this more than I’d ever wanted anything.

“Fuck me, Lori. Fuck my cunny!”

“Jesus… okay.”

Slowly she pushed her finger inside. I did the same with her. We fucked each other. We kissed, we humped, we fucked, and we both came.

 * * *

For more than another year, that was as far as we went. Finger-fucking in the closet, kissing and groping, coming over and over, month after month. It was heavenly. I adored those special times and looked forward to them with lustful anticipation.

Then, two weeks after her fifteenth birthday, Lori suggested something else.

“You want to try licking?”

“What?”

This was a brand new idea, an act I’d never even imagined. My sister informed me that girls could lick each other, that you could kiss a girl’s cunny the same way you kissed her mouth, using your tongue, and that it felt very good.

“How do you know that?” I asked.

“Cause I did it with Amber. I licked her and she licked me.”

“Really??”

“Uh-huh.”

I was shocked.

I felt betrayed, in a way, finding out that Lori was having sex with someone else and not just me. But I also felt curiously aroused by the idea, turned on by the thought of watching my sister with another girl, kissing her and touching her, fucking her, and even — licking her!

“Do you like, um… doing that with Amber?” I asked.

“Sure, it’s great. But now I want to do it with you too, okay?”

“Well, okay.”

“Good.”

Lori brought her mouth to mine and tenderly kissed my lips, her tongue lightly teasing. It was so thrilling it almost made me faint. Then she whispered, “I’ll do you first.”

“All right.”

She scooted down on the comforter.

I couldn’t see a thing in the blackness of the closet, but I felt my sister’s hands on my legs, gently pushing my thighs apart. I felt her fingers on my pussy lips, carefully parting them. I felt the soft warmth of her breath on my innermost private parts. And then I felt her kissing my sex.

Oh. My. God.

Every time she and I advanced another step in our carnal exploration, that became the newest, greatest excitement of my life: first the naked touching, then the kissing, the humping, the fingering, the fucking, and now licking. Each step lifted me still higher, to a loftier plane of erotic arousal, taking me places I never knew existed before.

Now, however, I was sure this had to be the ultimate. Nothing could possibly surpass the incredible feeling of my sister’s lips and tongue on my cunny — and in my cunny.

When I felt Lori’s hot tongue pushing inside my vagina, a surge of lustful passion suddenly tore through my body, making me shudder all over.

“You okay?” she asked, momentarily taking her mouth away from its job.

“Yeah, don’t stop. Keep doing it!”

“Okay,” she chuckled.

My sister kissed and licked, sucked and swallowed, making oral love to my cunny. She fucked me with her tongue, then sucked on my clit as she slid a finger inside me.

I came I don’t know how many times. Lori didn’t quit after I reached climax the first time. She just kept eating me, licking me, fucking me — and I kept on coming, over and over again.

At last I simply couldn’t take any more. It was too intense. I thought I would go crazy if I didn’t make it stop.

Frantically, clumsily I reached down, pushing her away. I rolled onto my side, trembling, hugging myself as I curled into a fetal position.

Lori spooned with me, tenderly stroking, soothing, saying soft words, petting my hair, kissing my shoulder.

It took a long time, but gradually I recovered. I took a very deep breath, slowly let it out, then turned back toward my sister. I felt for her face in the darkness, cupping her cheeks in my palms. I kissed her lips and whispered, “Thank you.”

 * * *

The following month, it was my turn.

We shut the closet door, took off all our clothes and lay down on the comforter. After a few minutes of preliminary kissing and fondling, I said, “Um, is it okay if I try with you?”

“Try what?”

“You know, licking. Like you did with me last time.”

“You want to?”

“Yeah, I do.”

“Okay, good.”

We changed positions. I sat up and Lori took my place, lying naked on her back. I crouched between her spread legs, sliding my hands slowly up the insides of her thighs. Her skin was smooth and soft and warm.

When my fingers reached her crotch, I encountered the furriness. By then, at eleven and a half years old, I’d begun sprouting a bit of pubic hair myself. Not much yet, but enough to make me feel like I really was growing up. Lori, however, at age fifteen had quite a lot, nearly a full bush.

This excited me somehow, making it seem even more forbidden, and thus more desirable. It was as if I, a child, was doing something very bad with a grownup, something I knew I wasn’t supposed to do. I loved it.

“Do it,” she urged. “Lick me.”

“Okay.”

I lowered my face to her sex, inhaling a heady mix of aromas: the savory scent of her moist vagina, a touch of sweat, a hint of urine. I knew my sister hadn’t bathed since that morning, and the thought that she was maybe a little dirty there turned me on even more.

Parting her hair with my fingers, I placed a kiss right in the center. She was wet, gooey with arousal. I kissed her again.

“Ooh, yeah,” she sighed, “keep doing it.”

I kissed my sister several more times, my lips becoming coated with her slippery, fragrant juices. I licked them. The taste was wonderful. Then I extended my tongue, and for the first time in my life began eating pussy. It wouldn’t be the last.

I licked her everywhere. I certainly wasn’t any kind of an expert, of course, but that didn’t really matter. All you need is a warm, wet tongue, and the willingness to use it. I licked my sister’s labia, her clit, her furrow, her dripping vagina — I licked her everywhere.

Soon she began undulating, breathing faster, rocking her pelvis, pressing her sex into my mouth. “Yes, yes, yes,” she whispered.

“Mmmm…” I pushed my face into her center, rubbing my lips all around, tasting her, eating her, shoving my tongue deep into her cunny, wanting to put my whole body inside her, my whole self inside.

“Yes! Yes!” Lori cried. “Yes — UNH — NOW!!”

She came in my mouth. My sister came in my mouth.

How can I tell you how delicious that was, how fulfilling and satisfying? I’m not sure words can ever express it. You’d have to experience it for yourself.

I loved my big sister more than anyone in the world, even more than I loved my mom and dad. And to know that I’d brought her to the peak of ecstasy, given her all that pleasure, made me happier than I’d ever been.

I hungrily ate up her juices, swallowing them, sucking, licking, drinking. I’m sure I was smiling too at the time, maybe even laughing. I was euphoric.

When Lori finished coming and I moved up, lying on top of her, she grabbed me, squeezing me tight, thanking me again and again as she showered me with kisses. Then with a giggle she said, “God, your face is a sloppy mess. Sorry about that.”

“I don’t mind,” I assured her, licking my lips in the darkness, enjoying her flavor. “I like it.”

After a few more minutes of kissing and giggling, Lori asked me to sit on her face. Yet again this was something new, something we hadn’t tried before.

I did it, and I loved it. She made me come several times, which was great of course, although I think perhaps I liked it better when I was on my back, with her face between my legs. I don’t know, they’re both great, either way.

 * * *

Another totally great thing, of course, is a ‘69’.

We didn’t try it that night, but we did the very next month, and that became our new favorite position. My sister and I would spend what seemed to be hours feasting on each other’s pussies, both at the same time. Sometimes we did it with me on top, sometimes with Lori on top, but usually we were side by side.

What a wonderful memory that is: my face buried between my beloved sister’s legs, lips gooey with her juices, fingers probing everywhere… with the simultaneous feeling of her mouth and fingers all over me too, kissing, licking, fucking, never stopping, just continually gliding from one orgasm to the next, filling the closet with our moans, our sighs, our climaxes, and the perfume of our passion.

We’d begun when I was eight and she was twelve, playing an exciting new game in the darkness. Over a period of three and a half years, Lori and I progressed from simple touching to full-on incestuous lesbian sex. It filled me with such great joy.

 * * *

Then something awful happened, almost the worst thing you can possibly imagine. No, we didn’t get caught by our parents. They never found out, had no idea what we were doing.

The awful thing is that my sister turned sixteen years old and was given permission to go out on dates with boys. It broke my heart to see how eager she was for this. The special bond I thought we had — an unspoken pledge of love and devotion and fidelity that I mistakenly believed existed between us — all that was clearly just the product of a young girl’s foolish mind.

Our fun evenings in the closet didn’t end right away when Lori started dating, but they did become less frequent. Because I was now twelve, my mother and father deemed that I was old enough to stay home by myself for a few hours at a time. So, if Lori happened to have a date on the same night that they wanted to go out, I was left alone. All alone.

This occurred only a couple of times over the first several months. But by the time she was seventeen, a year later, Lori had acquired a steady boyfriend. He was a dumb jock called Mark, and I despised him. For many years after, whenever I would meet a boy or a man bearing that name, it produced an immediate hatred within me. Completely irrational, I know, but that’s how it was.

At any rate, Lori was growing up, preparing to graduate from high school, approaching adulthood. She had a boyfriend, and all I had was memories. My sister and I never played the game again, and we never spoke about it. It was all in the past.

I’ve tried hard to put the bitterness behind me, and as time has gone by, the pain has gradually faded. Now I’m able to look back and mostly just remember the pleasure, the excitement of discovery, the thrill of hidden intimacy, the ecstatic joy of our shared orgasms.

 * * *

Lori celebrated her thirty-fifth birthday last week, and I was invited over to their house for dinner, which was nice. The funny thing is, she and her husband George have two daughters of their own, five and eight years old. Although they’re likely too young at this point for sexual experimentation, I can’t help but wonder… as those little girls begin to mature and become more curious, will they someday play special secret games with each other? Do all sisters do that? Or was I just one of a lucky few?

By Naughty Mommy

I still remember.

She and I haven’t talked about this for many years, and in fact we never talked about it much at the time it was happening. We just did it. And oh, am I glad we did. Such wonderful memories……

Our mother and father always had a habit of going out together once a month or so and leaving us at home. When we were little, they would hire a babysitter to watch us, but after Lori — my big sister, four years older — turned twelve, they decided she was sufficiently mature to take care of me on her own for a few hours.

And that’s when it started. The very first time Lori and I were alone together like that, she asked if I wanted to play a game. Of course I said yes. I looked up to her and would gladly do almost anything she suggested.

So, she led me into our parents’ bedroom, then inside their large walk-in closet. She turned off the light. It was pitch black in there, completely dark. I couldn’t see a thing and I wondered what kind of game we were going to play.

“Now let’s take off our clothes,” said Lori.

“What?”

“Come on, silly. Take off your clothes. Let’s get naked, okay? You’re not scared, are you?”

“No, I’m not scared,” I insisted — although secretly I was kind of frightened by the enveloping darkness. “But why are we doing that?”

“Because, like I said, it’s a game. Come on, take off your clothes.”

I still couldn’t see anything, but I could tell from what I heard that my sister was starting to do just that, so I went along. I was already barefoot, and all I had to do was push down my shorts and my Strawberry Shortcake undies, then pull off my pretty flowered top with the eyelet edging, and I was nude.

“Are you ready?” Lori asked.

“I guess.”

“Are you sure you want to play the game?”

“Yeah, I do, but what game is it?”

“It’s a touching game. We touch each other everywhere. That’s why we’re naked, to make it easy. But it’s secret game, okay? You can’t tell anybody. This is a special game, just for me and you.”

Ooh, how wonderful! My adored older sister wanted to play a special game with me, and this would be our very own secret that no one else would know about — I was thrilled by that idea and eager to get started.

“Okay, yeah, let’s play it,” I said.

“Good. So, um…”

I felt her fingers touching my arms, tentatively at first, then her hands sliding more firmly upward. She caressed my neck with one hand as the other rested on my shoulder.

“You touch me too,” said Lori. Her voice sounded oddly husky, a throaty whisper.

I put my hands out in front of me, finding her midriff, her belly, her narrow waist.

“Touch my bottom,” she said. “And, um, and touch me everywhere, okay?”

“Okay.”

I wanted to play the game right, so my small fingers slid around to her rear end, cupping the cheeks, rubbing lightly up and down. Meanwhile, Lori’s hands were exploring my chest, fondling my nipples, then gradually easing lower, one hand reaching behind to caress my bottom, the other on my puffy mound.

As my sister’s finger traced my slit, I felt the strangest fluttering in my tummy, a sensation I’d never experienced before. It was exhilarating, but kind of scary at the same time. I certainly didn’t want to stop what we were doing, however, not in a million years. This was maybe the most exciting thing I’d ever done in my whole life, even better than that tall waterslide at the park.

“Touch me everywhere,” Lori repeated.

I followed her lead. With my pulse racing, I brought one hand around to her front and placed it between her legs. That’s when I felt something weird. Her skin was smooth, she had no hair yet, but she was wet. My fingers encountered a slippery, oily sheen.

“Did you pee?” I asked innocently.

“No, it’s not pee. It’s something else. But um, touch my boobs too.”

“Okay.”

At barely twelve years old, Lori still didn’t have much in the way of breasts, but she sure had a lot more than I did.

I touched her chest. I often saw my sister naked in the bathroom, and I knew she’d started growing boobs during the past year or so, but this was the first time I ever put my hands on them. They felt firm, maybe the size of half an apricot, with a bulging nipple in the center. When I caressed her nipple, Lori suddenly shivered, like she was cold.

“You okay?”

“Yeah,” she said. “But, um, I guess, um, that’s enough of the game for now.”

She stepped back and opened the closet door. “Let’s pick up our stuff. You can get ready for bed. I’m gonna go in my room for a while. I’ve got some things I have to do. I’ll check on you in a little bit, okay?”

Without waiting for a reply, she bundled up her clothes in her arms and rushed from the room. I took my things and went to my own bedroom, where I put on a nightie and brushed my teeth. Although I had no idea at the time, looking back I’m almost certain the reason Lori left me so quickly that night was that she wanted to masturbate. As I said, we never really discussed it. What happened in the closet stayed in the closet.

* * *

The following month…

“Are we gonna play that game again, the closet game?” I asked, the instant the front door closed and our parents were gone.

Lori nodded, her ponytail bouncing. “Yeah. But, um, you didn’t tell anybody, did you? Nobody knows, right?”

“Nuh-uh. I didn’t tell anybody. It’s a secret, you said.”

“That’s right, our special secret, a very special secret just for me and you.”

My big sister beamed at me, then suddenly took my face in her hands and kissed me on the lips. She giggled excitedly, grabbed my hand, and led me off to the darkness of the walk-in closet.

We played the game pretty much the same as the previous time, except it went on a little longer. Our hands were everywhere, roaming all over each other’s naked bodies. I felt that strange jumpy, jittery sensation inside my belly once again, especially when Lori was sliding her fingers up and down on my slit, or when I was doing the same with her. I played with her boobs again, and even though she shivered as before when I fingered the stiff nipples, she let me keep on doing it and didn’t stop me right away. I found the same slippery wetness between my sister’s legs too, but didn’t say anything about it this time. I figured she’d tell me what it was at some point. I definitely didn’t want to say or do anything to make her say the game was finished. I loved playing it!

Lori’s hands felt so nice, sliding all over my skin — touching my face, my neck, my chest, my belly, my bottom — and especially nice when she rubbed between my legs. Oh, I loved that feeling so much and never wanted it to end.

But after maybe fifteen minutes of playing like that, Lori started to make kind of an odd sound, almost like she was crying. She sort of whimpered and sobbed, then suddenly gasped and said, “Okay, um — sorry, but I gotta go now. I have some stuff I have to do. We’ll play again next time, okay?”

She opened the door, grabbed her clothes, and hurried away.

I was left to wonder if maybe I’d done something wrong. Had I made a mistake? Was I not playing right? What could I do to make our game not end so soon?

* * *

Three more times we played that way over the next few months, caressing and stroking and fondling each other in the dark. Each time it seemed to last a bit longer, which made me happy, yet it was never long enough for me. Not nearly long enough. Eventually it would always get to a point where Lori abruptly said she had to leave.

I thought about asking my sister if I should be doing something different, if maybe I wasn’t playing the game right or wasn’t giving her what she wanted. But because it was all such a big secret and we never talked about it outside the closet, I kept those questions to myself.

Shortly before the sixth occasion, I had a birthday and turned nine years old. Maybe that’s what made the difference. I’m not really sure, but anyway, after we got our clothes off that time and started touching one another, Lori said, “Let’s try kissing, okay?”

“Kissing?”

“Yeah, do you want to?”

“Sure, I guess.”

“Have you ever kissed anybody?”

“Not really. I mean, you know, Mom and Dad and stuff like that, but… have you?”

“Yeah, one time. I was at my friend Amber’s house and we tried some kissing. I liked it. Let’s do it now, okay? You and me.”

“Okay.”

She put her arms around me and drew me close. Being three and half years older, Lori was almost a foot taller than me at the time. I stood on my tiptoes. I sensed her bending over slightly, and then our mouths came together.

Mmm, so nice, my sister’s lips on mine, full and soft and warm. Her skin felt hot and sweaty as she pulled me tightly against her. She was breathing fast, almost panting, clearly excited by what we were doing.

This was all very new to me, but I liked it a lot. It felt great. I didn’t know anything about kissing, though, so I was surprised when I felt her tongue probing at my lips.

“What are you doing?” I asked.

“Open your mouth.”

“What?”

“Open your mouth. That’s how we have to kiss, with our tongues touching.”

“Really?? That sounds gross.”

“I know, but that’s how grownups do it. Come on, just try it, I think you’ll like it.”

“Well… okay.”

It felt weird at first, but after I got over the strangeness, she was right, I did like it. Correction, I loved it. What a discovery, that something so bizarre and alien to me could suddenly become my favorite thing to do. I never wanted to stop kissing Lori that way, feeling her tongue in my mouth, her soft lips sliding around on mine, her hands pulling me close, caressing me, her breath warm on my face. I could have stayed that way forever.

We didn’t stay that way forever, obviously. After a few minutes, we stopped kissing and went back to our standard game of touching one another everywhere.

Then I got a bright idea.

“Can’t we do both?” I asked.

“Do what both?”

“You know, kissing and touching, but both together.”

“Oh, uh, yeah, I guess we could do that. You want to?”

“Yeah.”

“All right.”

* * *

And that became our new way of playing.

Once a month or so, each time our parents would go out and leave us alone at night, my sister and I shut ourselves inside the walk-in closet, took off all our clothes, and spent maybe thirty or forty minutes making out in the dark, kissing wetly while also rubbing each other all over at the same time — hands and fingers going everywhere, fondling nipples, squeezing butt cheeks, but mainly stroking between our legs.

It was clear we both enjoyed that part the most, the delicious feel of fingers gliding up and down on the smooth skin of our ‘cunnies’. I’d learned that new word by then, taught to me by Lori, of course.

There was something else new too. I was getting wet, my little slit becoming lubricated just like Lori’s. We still hadn’t talked about it at all, but when it started to happen with me as well, I realized it must be connected in some way with the excitement of what we were doing.

All that wonderful kissing seemed to have triggered it for me. Before, when we were merely touching, it had felt sort of like an exercise, a task I was trying to perform the right way. But now I forgot all about doing things right, and lost myself in the steamy delirium of making out with my big sister. I was truly becoming aroused, sexually aroused, for the first time in my life.

Lori was too, naturally, and that’s apparently why these heated sessions of ours only lasted thirty or forty minutes. She would grow more and more excited — and then all at once break things off, rushing away to the privacy of her own room. It was so frustrating!

At only nine years old, I had yet to discover the joys of masturbation. I really knew next to nothing about sex. This was in the days before we had the Internet, when information about carnal activities was not so readily available, and there certainly was no sex education in the fourth grade at our school.

I was in many ways an innocent, naive, clueless little girl. So, I had to just endure the painful loneliness of separation, along with that aching heaviness in my center, unaware that there was a remedy as close as my fingertips.

* * *

“This is our anniversary,” said Lori.

“It is?”

My sister and I were naked in the closet again, standing close, holding one another tight. We’d just finished a long, wet kiss.

“Uh-huh, it was exactly a year ago today that we did this for the first time.”

“Really?”

I wasn’t sure about the precise date of the initial occasion, but I realized that we’d started playing the game just after Lori turned twelve — and this was our first opportunity to be alone together since her thirteenth birthday, so perhaps she was right.

“Yeah,” she continued, “and like, um, to celebrate, I wanna try something new, okay?”

“Okay, sure, but what?”

“Well, instead of standing up, let’s lay down on the floor this time. We can still kiss and touch and everything, but just do it that way.”

Wow, what a great idea! Why hadn’t I thought of that?

But then something occurred to me.

“What if Mom and Dad come home early?” I asked. “And what if we don’t hear ‘em, and they find us in here?”

“Don’t worry, they won’t come home early. They never have, right? They like being away from us. Don’t worry about it.”

It was true that our parents always stayed out fairly late, usually until at least 10:30 or 11:00. And because our sessions didn’t last very long — certainly not long enough to satisfy me — we invariably finished what we were doing hours before they arrived back home.

So, it was probably safe to try this new thing. And maybe, just maybe, it would make Lori not want to go away so soon, leaving me all alone.

“Okay,” I nodded, though she couldn’t see that in the dark.

“Um… wait a sec, I have an idea,” said my sister.

The closet door sprang open and she ran out, returning a moment later with the comforter from her bed.

“We can lay on this,” she said, spreading it on the floor, then closing the door, plunging us again into blackness.

We started out lying side by side. As we kissed and caressed and groped, however, Lori soon ended up on top of me.

It was an incredible feeling. I felt dominated in a way, with my sister’s tongue probing aggressively in my mouth, and especially with her body, so much larger than mine, taller and heavier, pressing down on me, covering me — I felt taken, possessed, totally under her control — and I absolutely loved it.

That night I experienced humping for the first time. I didn’t know what it was called, of course, but I relished the feel of Lori undulating on top of me, rhythmically pressing her warm naked body against mine. I tried to make myself available, spreading my thin legs wide, being as open as I could to whatever she wanted and needed.

There was an ebb and flow too, that was different from before. We would build the intensity — panting, moaning, grasping, clutching — and then ease off, slow down, settle into an unhurried, gentle pace that would gradually grow again to a fever pitch before receding once more.

Maybe the best thing of all was that our session lasted so much longer this time. Lori didn’t seem to feel such an urgent need to get up and leave as she had on previous occasions. I don’t know how long it went on, but at least an hour, or even more, it was hard to tell. We lay in the darkness, kissing and humping, and I lost all sense of time.

Finally, after one of our hot and heavy peaks had passed, and we were just tenderly touching, lightly kissing, Lori whispered, “Happy Anniversary.”

“Thanks. You too.”

Then we got up and went to our own rooms.

* * *

Several more times this was repeated. It was basically the same thing again, each time roughly a month apart, though of course these weren’t anniversaries. Now it was just our newest way of playing in the closet.

During our fourth or fifth session of doing it while lying down on the floor, something new happened, something very special.

It was not long before I turned ten years old, and I remember thinking at the time that I was actually starting to grow up. I’d found that my body was changing, my nipples no longer tiny flat disks, but slowly enlarging and becoming puffy, the little bulges clearly noticeable whenever I wore a tight shirt. It made me proud. I loved looking at myself naked in the full-length mirror in my room, admiring my lovely nipples, imagining the beautiful big boobs I might have someday.

Anyway, after we got our clothes off that night and were reclining on the comforter, with Lori on top, and after we’d kissed and humped and fondled for ten minutes or so, she did something she hadn’t done before.

Our standard position was that I would lie with my legs spread apart and she would be between them, rubbing against me as we kissed. We were pussy to pussy most of the time, doing what I now know is called ‘tribbing’, though neither of us were familiar with that term then. On this occasion, however, she moved slightly to the side, until she was straddling my thigh.

Lori’s cunny felt hot and wet on my leg. She shoved it hard against me, and a shudder of arousal passed through her. Then she began sliding slowly up and down. She put her mouth over mine, kissing me with renewed intensity. I wrapped my arms around her, pulling her body close, welcoming her tongue and teasing it with my own.

Her thrusts on my thigh quickly became faster and faster, almost frantic, out of control. She was panting like an animal, making odd little squeaking sounds. I wasn’t sure exactly what this all meant, but it certainly was new.

Then all at once she slowed down. She broke the kiss and said, “No, I need, um — put your — put your hand there.”

Lori grabbed me by the wrist, placing my hand between her legs, right where she wanted it.

By this time, at thirteen and a half, my sister had some pubic hair, not a lot, but some, and she hadn’t shaved it (most girls didn’t do that back then). I felt the sticky wetness, the matted curly hairs. Then I felt her pressing harder, pushing my fingers between her lips — inside them, where she was even hotter and wetter.

This was something we had never done before. Prior to this, our genital touching was always on the outside. But now my fingers were inside her cunny, not in her vagina, but within the furrow, feeling the moist gooey softness, the tender smooth perfection of her virgin sex.

“Hold, um — hold your hand right there,” she instructed.

I couldn’t find my voice, so I simply nodded in the dark, which accomplished nothing. But that didn’t matter. Lori didn’t wait for a reply. She began humping my hand. She didn’t kiss me again, though. It seemed she wanted to concentrate everything on that intimate connection between my hand and her cunny.

She slid up and down. And it was just amazing — she was so wet and so hot. I never knew anything could feel like that. What a discovery! It was at that moment, in fact, that I suddenly realized I might be able to do something like this for myself, rub my fingers between my own legs the same way, between my lips, whenever I wanted to. I’d finally stumbled, in a roundabout way, on the concept of masturbation.

I tucked that thought away for later and focused on the present. I was touching my sister’s cunny, her wet, juicy cunny. It was almost like we were having sex. Were we having sex? Was this more than just a game?

Again my thoughts were pushed aside — forced aside, because Lori was reaching a fever peak. She humped my fingers, up and down, up and down, faster and faster, and I heard her saying, “Yes — yes — just — unh — unh! — unh! — UNHH!! Mmmmmmmmm…”

It was an orgasm, the first one she’d ever had with me, I think, though very likely not the first one she’d had in her life. My guess is that she’d been masturbating to climax for some time by this point, though I can’t say for sure. We never talked about these things, and we still don’t. What happened between me and my sister in the closet was special, very secret and very private, just for us.

Continue on to Part Two

By Naughty Mommy

This short story came to me in a dream. I woke up very early, around 5:30 AM, and just had to get out of bed and write it all down. Hope you find it tasty! – N.M.

I love children. I always wanted to be a mom, but never found the right man and so I never married. I’m still a single girl (if I can call myself a girl at age 38).

Anyway, it’s almost 3:30 now, time for them to start arriving. I have everything ready, cupcakes freshly made, juice ready to pour. Just because I’m not a mother, that doesn’t mean I can’t spend many happy hours around the ones I love: those adorable children, my precious little girls.

The doorbell rings. The first to appear, as usual, is Jenny. Seven years old and as cute as she can be. I open the door and let her in. Jenny reaches up and wraps her arms around my neck, giving me a big hug. I return the hug and kiss her pretty mouth. Dressed today in a dark red pinafore over a long-sleeved white shirt, she is just adorable, her cheeks rosy from the cold air outside.

I take Jenny’s coat and give her another kiss, then lead her into the playroom. The small table, child-size, is all set. As she sits down, the doorbell rings again.

Twenty minutes later, everyone is here. My usual group, five girls between ages six and ten. I do their mothers a favor by watching these children for a couple of hours every day after school. I don’t charge anything for this service. It’s my pleasure.

The girls enjoy their cupcakes and juice. I love watching them eat, sitting around the low table in their miniature chairs, giggling and licking their fingers, their darling lips and chins gooey with frosting. I sit with them and sip my scotch, waiting for them to finish.

When the last crumbs have been consumed, it’s time for me to perform. The kids turn to me expectant, faces glowing with anticipation, eyes bright with excitement. They’ve had their sugar rush, and now they’re ready for another kind of thrill.

The oldest, Monica, nods slowly to me, her dark eyes hooded. She’s the only one, so far, who has followed my example. I expect the others will in time. I certainly hope so.

I put down my empty glass and spread my legs. My skirt rides up. I’m not wearing any panties. The children ooh and ahh. My pussy is very wet. I open my blouse, revealing my braless breasts. I take them in my hands, squeezing them, pinching the erect nipples as I gaze into the eyes of the girls. More sighs and murmurs of approval. Monica has a hand between her legs now, rubbing herself.

My breasts are rather large, pendulous enough that I can suck my own nipples. My young guests love to watch me do this, and I love watching them watch me. It makes my pussy even wetter to see their eager faces. My clit throbs as I lick and suck the stiff brown nipples. I spread my legs very wide, leaning back in the chair. The scent of my lust fills the room. The children are enthralled by what they’re viewing and by what they smell.

I finish with my breasts, then lower both hands to my crotch. I massage the swollen labia, fingers growing slippery with lubrication. A groan escapes me, unbidden. This is what I live for, to give my special girls a very special show each day.

My mouth is watering. I swallow and lick my lips, breath coming fast, chest heaving. I’m already close to a climax, though I haven’t yet touched my clit. All day long, as I bake and prepare and look forward to what the children and I will do later, after school, my arousal steadily builds until it becomes nearly unbearable — but I never allow myself to relieve the pressure. I hold it all in, preserving it for my little friends, my audience.

Monica’s hand is inside her panties, rubbing. At ten years old, she is more than capable of giving herself an orgasm, even if she is still hairless and almost completely flat-chested. The delight of sexual pleasure is something that comes early for girls, a gift we can enjoy from a very young age.

I’ve been masturbating for as long as I can remember, always loving the feel of my fingers working between my legs. At around six or seven, I can’t remember for certain, I had my first orgasm and was hooked for life. I’ve never stopped playing with myself, though now I restrict my climaxes to a certain time each afternoon. That makes them all the more powerful.

A drip of gooey moisture oozes out of my cunt, sliding down to my anus. I finger myself there, watching the eyes of the kids grow wide as I diddle my asshole. Then I lift my feet to the table, scooting lower in my chair, opening myself all the way to them, fully exposing my sex. They are captivated by the sight.

Slowly, hungrily, I spread my pussy lips with my hands. I’m trembling so hard now, and nearly gasping for air, that I couldn’t speak if I wanted to. And anyway, there are no words that can convey what I’m demonstrating with my actions. That says it all.

As I place a fingertip at the opening of my vagina and begin to push it in, I notice that Olivia, one of my two eight-year-olds, has pulled up her little dress and is rubbing herself, massaging her crotch through her panties. This is the first time I’ve seen her do that. I’m very pleased.

I fuck my cunt, first with one finger, then with two. Sometimes after pressing my fingers very deep inside, I’ll draw them out and hold my hand up for the kids, letting them see the gleaming, slippery wetness. I do that now, and every one of the girls licks her lips. I smile at them, then fuck myself some more.

But god, I really can’t wait much longer. My pussy aches with need. Juices are streaming out of me, dripping down between my legs. It’s almost time.

I show them my clit, pulling the skin back. I have a very big clitoris, larger than most, I think. Erect, as it is now, it sticks up proudly, half an inch at least, pink and fat and glistening. The children shift closer in their chairs, eyes very wide, wanting to see.

The tension is thick. I’m right there, on the edge. The slightest touch on my clit will send me shooting over the top. I can see that the little girls are aroused too, their faces flushed. Monica is panting, huffing and puffing as she plays with herself. She’s ready.

Gritting my teeth — hoping that for once I can keep my eyes open when I come so I can observe their reactions — I push my hands together, squeezing my clit between my lips and doing a quick scissoring motion with my fingers. It takes only a moment, and then I explode into orgasm, grunting and groaning loudly. The sensations are too intense and my eyes slam shut, my body writhing as wave after wave of climactic pleasure crashes over me. I feel the gush of juices flowing from my vagina, dripping onto the chair. Somehow, somewhere, I can hear Monica coming too, making her high-pitched squeal.

I don’t stop with one. So much pent-up desire has accumulated inside me throughout the day that I can easily come again, numerous times. I ride the wave, squeezing and releasing, squeezing and releasing, jiggling my hands, drawing the pleasure out, extending my rapture for as long as I possibly can. Along the way, I sometimes catch little sounds of approval from the girls, exclamations of excitement, even clapping.

When I finally finish, several minutes later, I’m totally exhausted, spent, worn out. My head lolls back as my chest heaves. My hands fall away, dropping to the floor. I know my legs are still spread wide, my sodden pussy in full view. What a sight this must make: five little girls seated around a doll table, staring at a woman’s juicy cunt.

I often wonder if one of my guests will ever try anything else, if they might want to touch me or even lick me at this point. So far, no one has. But maybe someday.

The doorbell rings.

I gather myself together as best I can, smiling to the kids while rising unsteadily to my feet. I walk to the door, licking my fingers, not bothering to button my blouse.

Emma’s mother is here. She gives me a wink, kisses my cheek, then helps Emma on with her coat. They leave. Shortly after, Monica’s mother arrives, and then Cindy’s. They greet me cheerfully, thanking me, taking their girls and departing.

By 5:30, the house is empty again, except for me. I wipe off the messy chair, clean up the few dishes, and think about what treat I might bake for the girls tomorrow.

By Naughty Mommy

Sex with my sister was totally amazing. Unlike Claudia — who’d been as much a novice as I was — Brooke had years of experience in making women feel good, along with the benefit of who knows how many partners. Very many, I’m sure. In any case, she seemed to sense exactly what I needed at any given moment.

She began that night by kissing me, just kissing, for the longest time. This seemed to go on forever, and I loved every second of it. Eventually she moved to my neck, sucking and licking and kissing, then to my throat, then to my chest, opening my blouse, pushing up my bra, making love with my nipples.

Oh my god, nothing had ever felt so good. What she could do with my breasts! I swear, Brooke almost made me come just by biting and sucking on my nipples.

Soon after that, when she opened my slacks and slid a hand down inside, finding my juicy wetness, I came almost instantly.

That made her laugh. “Well, I guess you really did need it, didn’t you?”

“Yeah… I did…” I panted, trying to catch my breath.

“You can come more than once, I hope?” she asked.

“Uh-huh… yeah, but… I should do you too.”

My sister shook her head. “No, not yet. There’ll be plenty of time for that later. Right now you deserve the full treatment.”

By ‘the full treatment’, she meant oral sex, and can I say it again? Oh my god, what she could do to me! Nothing, and I mean nothing, had ever felt so good. With her lips, her tongue, and her fingers, Brooke made me come over and over again, more times than I could count.

Finally I couldn’t take any more and just had to push her away. My clit was so sensitive by then it was like I had a live wire attached to it, sparking and tingling. Any more contact would be unendurable.

While I took a break, Brooke peeled off her clothes to show me her most recent tattoos. One was right in the center of her chest, between her small breasts: a stylized pink heart, with the words, My heart belongs to her.

“Who’s ‘her’?” I asked.

Brooke grinned. “Anyone. Whoever I’m making love with.”

“Oh, okay.”

The other new tattoo was lower on her body, on the smooth mound just above her shaved pussy. It was a pair of lips, a woman’s puckered red lips, and the caption said, Kiss me.

“You want to?” Brooke said.

“What?”

“You want to kiss me here?” She rubbed her fingers over the painted lips. Brooke was completely naked now, standing beside the couch. I still wore my blouse and bra, but that was all.

She swung a leg over to kneel above me. I was lying on my back. My sister’s sex was right there, inches away. Her pussy lips were shiny and wet. I could smell her arousal, musky and tempting. She played with herself for a moment, massaging her labia, sliding her fingers inside her slit, coating them with her juices.

“Here, you wanna taste me?”

Brooke held a glistening finger in front of my mouth. I parted my lips and she slipped the finger inside. She tasted wonderful, absolutely delicious.

I sucked and licked the finger, then whispered, “I want more. I want you, Brooke. I want to eat you.”

“Are you sure?”

“Yes, I’m sure, very sure.”

My sister lowered her pussy to my mouth. She was so gooey, so wet, so tasty. It was like eating a yummy sweet dessert. I licked and sucked and swallowed, running my tongue and lips all around, feasting on her.

“Fuck me,” she urged. “Fuck me with your fingers.”

So I did. I slid two fingers deep inside her hot, slippery cunt, fucking her as I sucked on her clit. Within a few seconds she started to come.

* * *

After that first incredible night, I had sex with Brooke only a few more times during the couple of weeks she stayed with us. It would have been more than that, probably much more, if things had been different. I certainly wanted more, but I wasn’t willing to do it when Audrey was at home.

I hadn’t minded having my daughter know about me and Claudia. We’d made no effort to hide that from her. But it was different with Brooke, obviously. She wasn’t simply a close friend — she was my own sister. I could never let Audrey know what was going on between us.

Of course, as you might expect, Audrey was totally fascinated with Brooke, captivated by her. All those gaudy tattoos, her piercings, the wild stories she would tell about her crazy adventures traveling around the country and around the world — Audrey couldn’t get enough. For a curious 11-year-old, this was quite an education.

“I want one like that, Mom,” said Audrey one night after dinner, pointing to a colorful tattoo of a unicorn on Brooke’s left shoulder. “Just like that. It’s so pretty.”

I shook my head firmly. “No, you are not getting a tattoo. Not until you’re at least 16. We can talk about it then, maybe, but I’m not making any promises.”

“Oh, come on, Mom, just one?” Audrey pleaded. “Maybe like right down here, where no one would ever see it? Just a tiny little heart or something?”

She’d tugged her sweat pants and panties down on one side, showing the smooth bare skin next to her crotch. My daughter’s vulva was covered, but just barely. I found myself feeling strangely turned on by this, though not understanding why. Audrey was still a little girl, after all — not to mention my own child — so there was really no excuse for me to have any sexual interest in her. I couldn’t deny what I felt, though, but did my best to shake it off.

“No!” I insisted, perhaps too loudly. “I mean it, no tattoos. I’m not going to change my mind.”

Undaunted, Audrey asked, “Do you have any someplace like this, Aunt Brooke? Where no one can see ‘em?”

“Well, yeah, actually I do. But, um, some of them are kind of, you know, grown up, and your mom might not like me showing them to you.”

“You’re right, I wouldn’t. Not until you’re older, Audrey. I’m sorry, but you’re just too young for that.”

She grumbled and complained and argued, but I wouldn’t give in. Audrey would have to content herself with admiring Brooke’s body art that was not in such private places. And I would have to try to forget that I’d become aroused so inappropriately.

* * *

Far too soon, my sister moved on, traveling away somewhere else. I begged her to stay longer, but I’m sure it was awkward for Brooke, having to pretend, at my insistence, that nothing sexual had happened between us. So she said goodbye, promising to call and email, and got on a Greyhound bus.

For me, it was back once again to the porn and the vibrator. Now, however, that didn’t seem like enough, not nearly enough. I wanted to be with someone, touching them, kissing them. But I wasn’t getting any offers for dates. No men were asking me out — and no women either, for that matter — though I wasn’t making much effort at attracting people of either sex.

I was lonely and depressed. Not long after Brooke departed, Claudia announced that Spencer had been promoted to a management position at his company and was being transferred to another city — and she was going with him. There was even talk of marriage. I was happy for her, of course, and for him too, but I missed her terribly.

The months went by. Nothing but going to work in the morning, coming home at night, fixing dinner, checking Audrey’s homework, then getting into bed alone with my vibe. Blah.

* * *

“Are you okay, Mom?”

Audrey sat down beside me on the couch. It was 9:30 on a Friday night. I was watching TV, mindlessly, not really caring what was on, wearing old slippers and a tattered bathrobe.

My daughter was in her jammies, tight pink terry shorts and a big t-shirt, her usual nightwear. She patted my leg. “Anything I can do for you?”

“No, that’s okay, sweetie, I’m fine. Don’t worry about your old mom.”

“You’re not old.” Audrey put her arms around me, resting her head on my shoulder. We remained quiet a little while, and then she said, “You miss her, don’t you?”

“Who?” I asked. “You mean Claudia?”

“No. Well, her too — but I mean your sister, Aunt Brooke. I think you miss her even more.”

I nodded, “Mm, yeah, you’re right. I do miss her.”

In the year since Brooke had left, we’d heard from her fairly often. She was in Denver now, tending bar at a nightclub, and had a girlfriend of course. They were living together, sharing an apartment. That was typical for her. My sister always seemed to have a girlfriend, if not more than one, wherever she went.

I was glad for her, but also envious. Why was it so much harder for me to meet people? A man, a woman — by then I really didn’t care — just so it was someone, someone to love.

Audrey seemed to read my thoughts. “You have me. I love you.”

“I know you do, honey.” I turned and kissed her cheek.

“And Dad loves you. Even if, you know,” she added with a grin.

“I know he does, and I love him too. Even if, you know.”

We giggled together. My ex was in a committed relationship with another man, a sweet guy named Hector. It reminded me of that old standard, They’re writing songs of love, but not for me…

I sighed, switching the channel to something else I didn’t want to watch. Audrey snuggled closer. We sat together, feeling warm and comfy, letting the banal images and sounds from the TV flow over us.

Finally I turned it off. “It’s crap,” I complained. “It’s all crap.”

Audrey chuckled. She nuzzled my neck with her nose. It tickled, sending a shiver of pleasure through me. For a fleeting moment I wished that I’d put some perfume on — except what the hell was I thinking? Why would I want to smell nice? I loved my daughter very much, but not like that.

On the other hand…

I looked down at her long bare legs, curled up beside mine. Like me, Audrey was tall and slim, with dark hair and brown eyes, but with a much prettier face. She resembled Brooke more than me. Lucky for her, I thought.

At 12 years old, my daughter was beginning to acquire a womanly form, even if her chest was still mostly flat. But her legs were just so lovely, so shapely and appealing, no longer the thin stems of a little girl.

Audrey squirmed, pressing closer to me. I glanced at her face. Her eyes were shut. She was breathing softly. I wondered if she might fall asleep that way.

I allowed my gaze to take her in some more. She was attractive, there was no doubt about that. You could do worse for a lover, a lot worse. If she was someone I’d met, and if she was a little older, maybe 14 or 15 — but come on, that was ridiculous. I could never have sex with someone that age.

Closing my eyes, I laid my head back on the couch, doing my best to relax, to calm down, maybe to doze off.

But it was no use. I couldn’t help myself. The desire was just too powerful.

Slowly I raised my head again, studying her, my eyes running up and down her beautiful body. I licked my lips as I admired her form. If only she wasn’t so young, and if only she wasn’t my daughter… now stop it, I told myself. You shouldn’t even think about things like that. It’s wrong.

And yet, it was so very, very tempting. What would it be like to touch her, to slide my hand along her smooth thigh, to cup her round bottom? All right, so maybe I would never really do anything with her, not with my own child, but there was nothing wrong with engaging in a little fantasy, was there?

As I had that thought, Audrey let out a soft sigh. “I love you, Mom,” she whispered, then tenderly kissed my neck.

I suppressed a gasp. A tingle in my center made me squeeze my legs together, stimulating my clit. My nipples were hard and throbbing. My body certainly seemed to want this, even if my mind wasn’t sure.

Audrey kissed my neck a second time, her lips warm and moist. Another shiver passed through me, this one stronger than before. God, it felt so damn good when she kissed me that way.

I’d been resting my hands in my lap. Now I pressed down with the heel of my left hand, pushing my fist into my crotch, trying to rub myself inconspicuously through my robe. I placed the other hand on Audrey’s thigh, giving a gentle squeeze.

“Mmm,” she breathed, nuzzling my neck.

Slowly, I slid my hand up my daughter’s leg until I reached her tight pink shorts. When she showed no negative reaction — quite the opposite in fact, squirming and sighing, apparently in pleasure — I caressed her bottom, fondling her cheeks, stroking along her crack, and not in a motherly way at all.

Audrey moaned and kissed my neck again, her lips seeming to linger. Did I feel the touch of her tongue? I was pushing hard with my fist into my crotch now, rubbing up and down, no longer attempting to disguise my actions.

I could hardly believe what was happening, but I didn’t stop to think too much about it. I took the next step, reaching above the waistband of her shorts, then slipping my hand inside, touching my daughter’s bare butt.

She shuddered, giving a little squeal of excitement. “I love you, Mom,” she said, kissing and licking my neck.

We were on the brink, and I knew it — right on the brink of incest. There was still time at this point to call a halt. Audrey and I could get up and go to bed in our separate rooms, pretending nothing had ever happened. As the years went by, we might even forget all about it.

But that’s not what I wanted. I wanted to keep going. Should I really do that, though?

I quickly made the decision. Yes, I should.

After all, I’d had sex with another woman, Claudia, thinking at first I might not like that, and totally loved it. I’d had sex with Brooke, my own sister, and that was unbelievably great. I loved Audrey even more than I loved Brooke or Claudia, and I badly needed someone. I was craving sex, and if she wanted it too — well, why not?

First, however, I had to make sure that my daughter really did want it as much as me.

With one hand still inside her shorts, fingers caressing her bare bottom, I used the other hand to undo the sash on my robe, tugging it open. Underneath I wore nothing but a pair of panties, nothing especially sexy, just ordinary satin panties. Spreading my legs, I shoved my hand inside, rubbing myself, masturbating unashamedly.

Audrey’s eyes were open. She’d raised her head from my shoulder and was staring down between my legs.

“I have to,” I told her. “I have to come. I need it, I really do. But, I mean, you don’t have to stay. You can go to bed now if you want.”

“No, I, um…” Audrey began, in a small voice. “I’ll go to bed, Mom, if you want me to. But, I’d rather stay, if that’s all right. And maybe, like, help you if I can.”

I smiled at her, and she smiled back, love and desire in her eyes.

Removing my hand from the back of her shorts, I took her wrist and guided my daughter’s fingers to my crotch, slipping them inside my panties to join my other hand.

“You can help me,” I said. “You can help me feel very good.”

“Okay.”

“Do you want me to help you too?”

Her big brown eyes were even bigger now. “You mean…?”

“Uh-huh,” I nodded. “I want to touch you. I want to play with your pussy.”

“Oh my god, Mom, yes!”

Despite all the sexual tension I was feeling, her childish enthusiasm made me laugh out loud. “You want it that much?” I asked. “Have you been thinking about it?”

“Uh-huh,” she nodded eagerly.

“Really? For how long?”

“Um, well, since Aunt Brooke was here last year. Since then.”

“But — did you — did you know?”

“Well, yeah. I mean, I know you guys were trying to hide it and everything, but I could just tell. It was easy. And anyway, that one night when she went in your room, I could hear you.”

I’d been so careful, or so I thought, to keep Audrey from finding out what was happening between me and my sister — but evidently she’d known all along.

“You could hear us?”

“Uh-huh,” she nodded.

On the final night of Brooke’s visit, the evening before she left, she’d come to my room after we were all in bed. Her other nights she’d spent on the living room couch. But that evening she came in and slipped into bed with me, naked. I allowed her to stay, and we made love one last time. I’d tried to be quiet, though obviously hadn’t been quiet enough.

“You knew, and you didn’t mind?” I asked Audrey.

“No, um, in fact, well…”

“What, honey? Tell me.”

“Well, when I was listening to you that night, and um, and before then too, on other nights when I was just thinking about it, I, you know, I played with myself. It made me really really excited.”

“You played with yourself? While you were listening to us that night?”

“Uh-huh.”

“And did you… did you come?”

My daughter smiled. “Yeah, I did. It was nice.”

As we were having this intimate conversation, I’d slipped my hand down the front of Audrey’s shorts, inside her panties, and begun caressing her. She was rubbing my clit too.

“I’m glad you told me about that,” I said to her. “And I’m also glad that, well, that the things I did with Brooke didn’t upset you or anything.”

“No, of course not. I thought it was totally cool. It made you happy, I could see that. And then, um, after she left, I started thinking, you know, if you did that stuff with your sister, maybe you’d do it with me too.”

“Mmm, is that what you want?”

“Uh-huh,” she nodded.

“Okay, let’s do it, honey. Let’s make each other feel good.”

* * *

My daughter and I didn’t do a whole lot that evening, at least not at first. We masturbated one another, and that was amazing, incredibly hot. We each reached climax more than once. But after that I think we were both unsure what should happen next, if anything — and so we soon got up and went to bed, separately.

I lay naked in the dark, thinking about everything, worrying, concerned I might have done something very wrong, made a big mistake. I was trying hard to convince myself that perhaps it wouldn’t happen again, that this was only a one-time thing… while at the same time I was also rubbing my pussy as I recalled the wonderful feeling of my little girl’s fingers working between my legs.

I was a mess that night, an aroused, confused mess of contradictions.

Then my bedroom door slowly opened. Audrey stepped inside.

“Mom?” she whispered. “Are you awake?”

As I sat up, the sheets fell away, revealing my bare breasts in the dim light. I didn’t attempt to cover myself, but said, “Yes, I’m awake. What is it, honey? Are you okay?”

My daughter was in a pair of panties, tiny bikini panties, and a little crop top, her breast buds poking through. This was not her usual bedtime attire — but oh my god, did she look sexy!

Leaving the door open, she moved closer to the bed. “Can I talk to you for a minute?”

“Um, sure, of course you can. Do you want to… do you want to get in bed with me?”

“Okay,” she giggled, hopping in to sit beside me.

I thought for a moment about pulling up the sheets to cover my boobs, but decided not to. The truth is I was really hoping my nakedness might arouse her. So much for wishing what we’d done earlier would happen only once. Clearly, I wanted more!

We sat close together, leaning against pillows with the sheets at our waists, our arms and legs touching. Although it was mostly dark in the room, enough light filtered in from the hall that we could see each other fairly easily. I noticed that Audrey’s gaze kept returning to my erect nipples.

“So, what is it, sweetie?” I asked. “Is anything wrong? Are you, maybe, upset or something?”

She shook her head. “No, uh-uh. I just, um, I wanted tell you that I was, you know, I’m really glad you did that with me. I liked it.”

“You did?”

“Uh-huh.”

I breathed a sigh of relief. “That’s good. I did too.”

“Do you think, like, we’ll do it again?”

“Do you want to?”

“Yeah, I do. I really really do.”

Licking my lips, I said, “All right, well, I do too.”

As I spoke those words, I felt a sudden surge of excitement. My clit throbbed with arousal. Automatically I squeezed my legs together. There was no doubt — I definitely wanted this. I needed it.

“Um, if I ask you something,” Audrey began, “will you get mad?”

“Well, no, honey, I won’t get mad. You can ask me whatever you want.”

“Okay, so, I mean, um, do you mind if I, like, suck your nipples?”

I was taken aback. “Oh, uh… you really want to?”

“Yeah, I do,” I nodded. “I keep thinking about that. I always think about it when I, you know, when I play with myself in bed at night.”

“You do?”

“Uh-huh.”

My daughter’s eyes went to my breasts again, and now they stayed there. She licked her lips.

Before answering, I pushed the sheets down and opened my thighs. I placed a hand between my legs and began rubbing myself.

“All right, sweetheart,” I said, in a husky voice. “If you want to suck my nipples, you can.”

“Goodie!” Audrey giggled. This made me realize me how young she really was, in many ways still a child. But it did not make me want to stop.

With one hand still rubbing my pussy, I used the other to cup a breast and raise it for her. “Suck Mommy’s nipple, little girl.”

My daughter leaned over in front of me, licking her lips hungrily as she sighed, “Mmm…” She took the hard nipple into her mouth, sucking like a baby.

Fuck, it felt so good — in some ways even better than when Brooke had sucked my nipples that first time and nearly made me come. It was better because this was my own little girl doing it. And even though I’d had so many reservations before, thinking that maybe what we’d done was wrong, now all those doubts fled. There was nothing wrong with this, nothing at all. It was natural. We had to do it.

Audrey sucked my nipples, first one, then the other. I rubbed my clit, fucked myself with my fingers, and soon reached climax, moaning and panting.

But once was definitely not enough, not on this special night. I took my daughter’s hand in mine, guiding it to my sex. “Fuck Mommy’s pussy, baby. Fuck my cunt with your fingers and make me come.”

“Oh my god, Mom.”

Her eyes were wide. She’d removed her mouth from my breast for a moment so she could look down and watch as the two middle fingers of her hand slowly but easily slid inside me. I was extremely wet, fully lubricated.

“Oh my god,” she repeated.

Earlier that night when we’d masturbated one another, it had been almost entirely clit action. Neither of us had penetrated the other’s vagina. Now, for the first time, Audrey could really feel what it was like to fuck her mom.

“It’s so nice, so hot inside,” she marveled, “so smooth and soft, and… and everything.”

I groaned, “Yes, baby, that’s right, do it for me.”

She did. She sucked my nipples and fucked my pussy, and within maybe half a minute I was coming again.

This orgasm was much stronger. I held my daughter’s wrist, pushing her fingers up inside my cunt as far as they would go as the spasms surged through me.

“Fuck! Fuck!” I cried, my head thrown back in ecstasy, eyes squeezed tightly shut. “Goddamn fuck!!”

When at last it was over and I came back to my senses, I realized that I was squeezing Audrey’s wrist so tight it must have hurt. I let her go. Gulping air, trying to catch my breath, I raised my head and opened my eyes. They were watering. I had to blink a few times to clear my vision. What an amazing climax that had been, one of the most powerful I’d ever experienced.

“I, I’m sorry…” I panted. “I hope I didn’t… hurt you.”

“No, Mom, I’m fine. But, I mean, are you okay? You were, like, screaming and stuff.”

“I know,” I chuckled. “I couldn’t help it. That was just, awesome.”

“Good. I’m glad you liked it.”

It suddenly occurred to me that Audrey hadn’t taken her fingers out of my pussy yet. What a sight that would be for someone to see — a 12-year-old girl with her fingers pushed deep inside her mother’s vagina. So forbidden, and so hot!

As I thought about that, I decided two things: First, my daughter and I would do much more than we’d done so far. We would do everything together, and I knew we would both love it. Second, I wanted to share this with Brooke, my sister. Not just tell her about it, but bring her in, invite her to make love with both of us at once. That’s assuming Audrey wanted that, of course, and Brooke did too, but I was certain they both would.

All this flashed through my mind in a couple of seconds. Taking a deep breath, I smiled at Audrey. “I love you, honey.”

“I love you too, Mom.”

“Will you kiss me now? Kiss my mouth?”

That was another thing we hadn’t got around to doing earlier that evening. She’d kissed my neck a few times, but we hadn’t yet shared a truly sexual kiss.

Audrey grinned. “Okay.”

With her fingers still inside me, she brought her lips to mine.

We kissed. It was heavenly. And I knew right then that I’d finally found the perfect lover I’d been looking for all my life. It wasn’t a man, and it wasn’t a woman. It was a young girl, my own daughter.

Well, why not?

THE END

By Naughty Mommy

“The bottle’s almost empty,” said Claudia. “Here, finish it off.”

She poured the last of the wine into my glass, then picked up her own, which contained another swallow or two, and grinned, “Let’s drink to us.”

“Okay.”

We clinked glasses and drank. I’m not really sure why we were drinking to us, though — two divorced women, a pair of pathetic losers who couldn’t get dates and were stuck having dinner with each other once again.

Claudia and I were at Mario’s, a small, quiet Italian restaurant with good food. It was where we went every other Saturday night if neither of us had anything else to do, which usually was the case.

Also as usual, I was feeling depressed. I always hoped that this would be the week I’d have to tell Claudia I couldn’t meet her for dinner because I had a date. A date, with a man! How long had it been since I’d enjoyed that? Too long. Following my divorce four years earlier, I’d been on fewer than a dozen dates, with none leading to anything really worthwhile.

I’d had sex only a few times during that period, figuring the man was nice enough and good-looking enough — plus I never knew when the next chance might come along. So I slept with a couple of the guys, Ronald once and George twice. Once was quite enough with Ronald, thank you very much, and George never called again after the second time. That had been almost two years earlier. In all the time since then, my only orgasms had come from masturbation. I was constantly wearing out the batteries in my vibrator.

Why were good men so hard to find? That was the question Claudia and I lamented every other Saturday. Her luck with dating wasn’t much better than mine, and she’d been divorced twice as long as me. So, we sat and slowly ate our dinner and drank our wine and commiserated with each other.

This week, however, Claudia had another idea.

“Do you ever watch lesbian porn when you masturbate?” she asked, a twinkle in her eye.

I glanced quickly around at the other diners. The tables were close together, but as far as I could tell, no one had heard what she’d said.

“Keep your voice down,” I hissed.

“Okay, sorry,” she giggled. “But do you?”

Shrugging, I said in a low tone, “Sometimes. Not usually, but sometimes, I guess. Why?”

“Well, did you ever think about maybe trying it? I know you’re not, you know, that way. But, I mean, it might be better than nothing, don’t you think?”

I frowned. “What are you suggesting?”

Claudia leaned across the table, candlelight flicking in her pretty blue eyes. Briefly, she put her hand out and touched mine, then took it away. “I’m saying that maybe you and I should try it. Just for, you know, for fun. Have you ever done anything like that before? With a woman, I mean?”

“No,” I shook my head.

Of course, I’d thought about it. Probably most women do at some point. But I never expected I’d be desperate enough to actually try it. I was really only interested in men when it came to sex.

“Well, do you want to?” said Claudia, looking eager. It was obvious that she’d been thinking about this, probably quite a bit.

“It can’t be that bad,” she continued. “And if we don’t like it, we wouldn’t have to do it again. But it might, you know, on the other hand, be pretty nice. Sometimes the women in those videos look like they’re having an awful good time.”

That was true. Although I’d just told my friend that I only watched lesbian porn sometimes, I had to admit — to myself, if to no one else — it was those videos that always got me the most excited. Watching a sexy woman lick another woman and bring her to orgasm was guaranteed to get me off, in a big way. But that didn’t make me a lesbian, did it?

“Come on, say yes,” Claudia urged. “We can go to your place. Audrey’s at her dad’s, right? So we’ll be alone. And if you don’t like it, I promise I won’t push you. I’ll go home whenever you want me to.”

“How long have you been thinking about this?” I asked. I couldn’t help but smile. Her girlish enthusiasm was infectious.

It was Claudia’s turn to shrug. “For a while. For a few months, anyway. I didn’t bring it up before because I wasn’t sure how you’d react. And I kept hoping that I’d, you know, meet someone. Or maybe you would, and then it wouldn’t matter. But now, since we’re both unattached and we have no other prospects — well, why not?”

She certainly had a point. Why shouldn’t we do it? I had no moral objection, and I might even enjoy having sex with a woman. I’d never find out unless I tried.

I paused a moment, thinking about all this. After taking the last swig of my wine, I nodded, “Okay, sure. Why not? Let’s do it.”

We quickly paid the bill and left the restaurant, driving in separate cars to my home, located in a suburb a few miles away. Claudia lived alone in an apartment on the other side of town. She had no children. I had one daughter, Audrey, who was 10. This was her weekend with her father, which occurred twice a month. That’s when Claudia and I would go out.

As I unlocked the door and we stepped inside the house, I was filled with worries.

Could I really go through with this? How would we start? What if something went wrong? What if I made some kind of horrible mistake? I didn’t know how to make love with a woman, even though I’d seen plenty of videos. Would I be inept? Or maybe undesirable? What if, halfway through, Claudia decided I wasn’t attractive enough and changed her mind?

I turned on the lights and we put our stuff down, our coats and purses.

“Um, would you, would you like a drink?” I asked nervously.

She shook her head. “No, nothing, thanks.”

“Okay, well, do you want to sit down?”

I started toward the couch in the living room, but Claudia caught my hand. “Let’s go in the bedroom,” she suggested in a soft voice.

Swallowing hard, I nodded, “All right.”

Claudia was 36 at the time, four years older than me. She had a lovely face — full red lips, big blue eyes, a pert nose — framed by natural blonde curls that fell to her shoulders. Her skin was fair, with a few freckles. She was plump, though, with large breasts, heavy thighs, and a big bottom.

I, on the other hand, was slim, you might even say skinny. Also, unfortunately, I’m not very pretty. My nose is crooked, my eyes too close together, and I have a pointed chin. My boobs are small and saggy, my legs not very shapely. I used to think I was lucky to attract any men at all for dates or for sex, no matter how infrequent that might be. Right then I was concerned that my lack of conventional beauty would turn Claudia off.

That didn’t seem to be a problem, though. She took my arm, squeezing it, as we walked down the hall to the master bedroom at the end. “This should be fun,” she grinned.

After shutting the door behind us, I asked, “Have you, um, ever done this? With a woman, I mean?”

Claudia giggled, shaking her head. “Not really. Not since high school at least, but then it was just kissing, you know, and kind of humping, that sort of thing. How about you? Anything at all?”

“No, nothing. Not even kissing.”

All through school, I’d been shy and quiet, not popular at all with the boys, or with the girls for that matter. It wasn’t until my senior year in high school that I was asked on a date, but only one time. Finally, in my second year of college, I met a guy I really liked.

Warren wasn’t exactly handsome, and certainly not buff. Like me, he was skinny and awkward. But he was very smart and very kind. He started taking me out, treating me like a lady, complimenting me, making me laugh. I fell in love.

I also got pregnant. We were married when I was 21 and he was 23. I was four months along, and already showing. That was with Audrey, of course. What a beautiful baby she was! I dropped out of school, planning to be a full-time mother and housewife. Warren was almost done with his Masters by then, working toward a PhD in Chemistry. His parents were quite well off and it was through their help that we were able to squeak by during those years, with my husband making only a little money as a TA and me staying home.

The marriage was good for a while. We were both very happy, or at least I thought we were. Then one day my world fell apart. About a week after our sixth wedding anniversary, Warren came home and with tears in his eyes told me he couldn’t live a lie any longer. He was gay.

What could I say? I couldn’t tell him not to be gay, and I didn’t want him to be unhappy. I loved the guy. I did then and I still do today. Even if it meant we’d have to break up, get a divorce — if that’s what it took for Warren to find what he was looking for, I would accept it. And I did.

“Is it okay if I kiss you?” said Claudia.

Her question brought me back to the present. “Huh? Kiss me?” I asked stupidly.

“Yeah.”

Without waiting for a response, she took me in her arms, bringing her mouth to mine. Her lips were unbelievably soft, so much different from a man’s. She held me, her hands caressing my body. Claudia’s tongue sought mine, and found it. I relaxed, gave in, and let her make love to me, forgetting my earlier worries.

* * *

I enjoyed sex with Claudia, enjoyed it very much. It seemed not at all like my recent experiences with males, but gentler, less hurried, more about being in the moment than about rushing toward a conclusion. It didn’t make me decide to be a lesbian — I still longed for the feel of a man’s hard, hot cock pushing up inside me — but for the time being this was nearly as good, if in a different way.

After that first night, when I’d been almost completely passive, I began gaining confidence too, sometimes taking the lead in bed. It was fun trying new things with her, experimenting, learning together.

In some ways, in fact, this was even better than what I’d known before, at least if you counted the number of orgasms I was having. I remember laughing with Claudia one night after she’d brought me to climax yet again, telling her I’d probably come more with her in a fairly short time than I’d had in all my years of marriage to Warren.

That’s not to say he was a bad lover. It’s just that it wasn’t very frequent. For reasons I now understand, my husband didn’t approach me for sex very often. It was usually up to me to make the first move — and being naturally reticent, I rarely did that. We would go for weeks without making love, sometimes several months. And when we finally did get together, it would be over fairly quickly. This was not very satisfying for me, obviously. I still loved Warren, though. He was, and is, a sweet, gentle, wonderful man.

Claudia and I, by contrast, made love many, many times over about a six-month period, as often as we could. Don’t misunderstand, it wasn’t as if we were in a romantic relationship. It wasn’t like that at all. Neither of us felt that way. We were just friends, good friends. The point was simply sex with someone you liked. It was convenient and extremely pleasurable too. For me, however, this was still just a stopgap, something to do until the right man came along.

It turned out, though, that when that man did come along, it was Claudia who found him, not me. She met this guy named Spencer, a friend of a friend, and the two of them hit it off right away.

I was kind of hoping at first that Spencer might be the type who’d be willing to share, that he might like the idea of being with two women at once, either just watching Claudia and me, or better yet fucking both of us. That way I could get back in the action.

When I finally got up the courage to speak to Claudia about this, after they’d been together for a couple of months, she laughed, then kissed me on the lips.

“Oh, you beautiful thing,” she smiled, chucking my chin. “Don’t you think I’ve thought about that too? Of course I have. And if it was up to me… but, you know, Spencer has his own ideas, and that’s just not his thing. I’ve hinted about it, more than hinted, in fact. I’ve asked him. But I’m afraid it’s not gonna happen. He wants it to be just me and him, that’s all. I’m really sorry, sweetie.”

“No, don’t apologize,” I said. “I understand. And I’m happy for you, I really am. I’m glad you found a great guy like him. I hope it lasts forever.”

* * *

So, as far as sex goes, I was on my own again, back to watching porn and using my vibe to get off. That was all right, I suppose, but I missed Claudia a whole lot. I felt lonely.

I did have a few dates from time to time. These were with a guy named Jim, a newly hired employee at the trucking company where I worked as a dispatcher. He was nice and sort of fun, but the only thing Jim really cared about was bowling. That was his big hobby, and it was what we always did on our dates. Our relationship, such as it was, never progressed to sex.

“We’re not dating any more now, just friends,” I said to my little sister Brooke.

It was my daughter Audrey’s weekend with her dad and I’d taken Brooke out to dinner. We were at a seafood restaurant, however, instead of at Mario’s. It was too depressing for me to think about going there again.

“Okay,” my sister smiled, “I wish you could meet someone else, though.”

“Who knows?” I shrugged. “Maybe someday I will.”

Brooke, my only sibling, was 28 and a free spirit. She traveled around the country, earning money as a waitress or a bartender, never remaining in one place for too long. She’d arrived in town a few days earlier and was visiting for a week or two, staying at our house. We hadn’t seen her in nearly three years.

“Any new tattoos?” I asked her. “Since the last time you were here?”

She laughed. “Yeah, a couple.” Brooke was covered with tattoos and had numerous piercings too. I had none of either, except for one hole in each earlobe.

“I’ll show them to you after we get home. Can’t do it now, in public,” she winked, before popping a fried shrimp in her mouth.

My sister and I had not been very close growing up. I was five years older, quiet and reserved. She was outgoing, popular, and more than a little wild. Our parents had a hard time controlling her. In fact, they couldn’t. Flaunting their attempts at reining her in, Brooke got piercings and tattoos, drank too much, tried drugs, had sex with both boys and girls whenever she felt like it. I don’t know how she managed to keep from getting pregnant. She was using birth control, of course, but as I knew from my own experience, that isn’t always foolproof.

After graduating high school, Brooke took off, traveling first to Europe with some friends, then to India, to Thailand, and finally to Australia, somehow making a living wherever she went. It was three years before she came back to the US, all grown up, sporting a bunch of new tattoos, and now a confirmed lesbian.

“So Claudia doesn’t even want to see you on the side? You know, secretly?” she asked.

Over my third glass of wine, I’d told her about my experimental affair with Claudia. Brooke was delighted, but wondered why I’d ever allowed it end.

I shook my head. “No, she wouldn’t do that, and I wouldn’t want to either. Spencer’s too nice a guy. I couldn’t do that to him.”

“Okay, well, she’s not the only woman in the world, you know. There are a lot of others looking for sex — and even if you think they’re straight, most women will go both ways. Believe me, I know.”

“I’m sure that’s true,” I grinned. “But really, I’m not that interested in finding another woman right now. I’m, you know, straight. Or at least I think I am.”

She raised her eyebrows. “You think you are? You’re not sure?”

“Well, I mean, I’ve only been with one woman. And I’ve always been straight, all my life. Of course, I’ve only had sex with three men, and one of them was gay, so…” I started to giggle, realizing how silly that sounded. Brooke joined me. We laughed together.

After we calmed down, my sister reasoned, “You’ve only been with one woman, like you said, so maybe before you make up your mind if you’re gay or straight, or bisexual or whatever, you ought to play around a little more. Give yourself a chance to find out.”

“I don’t know, maybe,” I shrugged, taking a bite of grilled salmon, then looking away.

I wasn’t all that comfortable talking about this subject with Brooke, especially not in a crowded restaurant, and was starting to wish I hadn’t told her about my adventures with Claudia. But she didn’t seem to want to let it go.

“You probably think I’m not the best person to give advice,” Brooke said earnestly. “I mean, my life hasn’t amounted to much yet, and you’ve got a nice house and a beautiful daughter and everything. But I just hate to see you closing yourself off from other possibilities, you know?”

“I guess,” I shrugged again.

“Just think about it.”

“Okay, I will.”

We were quiet for the next few minutes, finishing our dinner. On the way home, we made small talk.

Once we were inside the house, though, Brooke started in on me again. “I’m really serious about this. A few times with one woman is not enough for you to decide about your sexual orientation, whether you enjoyed it with her or not.”

“I did enjoy it with her,” I said, somewhat defensively.

“Well, see? That’s what I mean. You might like being with another woman just as much, maybe even more. Who knows until you try?”

“I know, I know. You’re probably right. But, um, I just… I think it’s easier for you. You’re so much younger and prettier than I am. I don’t, you know, really have that many opportunities.”

My voice caught as I said that, and tears came to my eyes. Damn it! I didn’t want to cry in front of her, and I didn’t want my sister feeling sorry for me. But I couldn’t help myself. I sat down on the couch, covering my face with my hands.

Brooke sat next to me and put her arms around me. “I’m sorry,” she whispered, petting my hair. “I should just shut up. I’m sorry.”

“It’s okay. It’s not your fault,” I sobbed.

She let me cry for a minute or so, murmuring soft words, gently petting, soothing, kissing my hair. When I took my hands away from my face, Brooke drew a tissue from her pocket, affectionately drying my tears, even wiping my nose. I did my best to smile and compose myself.

“There you go,” she said. “All better.”

She kissed my nose, my cheek, and then my lips.

I was caught by surprise when Brooke kissed my mouth. That first kiss seemed to be just loving and tender, comforting, non-sexual. But after that, she kissed me a second time on the lips, and this time there was no mistaking her intent.

“I — what — what’re you —?” I stammered.

“I’m kissing you,” she breathed, as she kissed me again. Now her tongue was in play, teasing my lips, asking to be let in.

“No, I — we can’t,” I protested. “I mean, you’re my sister!”

“So? What difference does that make?”

As she said this, Brooke pushed me down on the couch, gently but firmly. She lay on top of me, kissing my mouth again and again. Finally she drew back and said, “You’re a woman. I’m attracted to you. You want sex, and so do I. Who cares if we’re sisters?”

“But…”

“You want it, don’t you? You want sex? You want someone to kiss you and touch you and make love with you? Isn’t that what you want?”

“I, I guess…”

“That’s what I want too. So, if we both want it — well, why not?”

I started to laugh.

“What?” asked Brooke. “What is it?”

“That’s the same thing Claudia said.”

“Huh? What do you mean?”

“We were out at dinner one night, and she was talking about having sex with me for the first time, but I wasn’t sure about it, and then she said, ‘Well, why not?’”

Brooke smiled. “And what did you say to her?”

“Um… I said, ‘Okay, let’s do it.’”

“Nice. I like that answer.” My sister brought her mouth to mine again, this time shoving her tongue inside.

Continue on to Part Two

By Naughty Mommy

Mom, I think there’s something wrong…

What do you mean, sweetheart?

Well, see this part right here? Why does it get big when I rub it?

Oh, well, uh, that’s… that part of your body is called your clitoris. It’s supposed to get big when it’s, um, when it’s stimulated… if you rub it, I mean. That’s normal.

It is?

Uh-huh.

Okay.

Does it hurt or anything?

Nuh-uh, it feels nice. When we were in the shower tonight and you were washing me there, it felt really good. So when I went to my bedroom, I tried rubbing it that way some more, but then it seemed like it was getting bigger or something, and so I looked at it in the mirror. Then I saw how — well, here, lemme show you.

Oh, but, um… I don’t know if…

Mmm, this feels really really good. But see, Mom? Look at it. See how when I rub it this way, it gets all big and fat and pink? It’s supposed to do that?

Yes, honey, yes, it is. That’s perfectly normal. Everyone’s, well, every woman’s or girl’s clitoris will do that when it’s stimulated properly.

What do you mean, properly?

Well, I just mean, in a way that feels good to you. That can be different for everyone. It’s just sort of a matter of experimentation, of trying different things and seeing what works best for you.

Okay. But, um, you said everybody has one?

Yes, well, every woman or girl has a clitoris. But you can just call it a clit if you want to. That’s what most of us do.

Do you have one?

Yes, of course I do.

Does it get big when you rub it, like mine does?

Uh, well, yes…

Will you show me?

Show you what?

I wanna see yours, Mom, your clit thing, and see if it gets big like mine when you rub it.

Well, I… I can promise you it does. But I’m not sure it’s such a good idea for me to show you.

Why not?

It’s, just, it’s… that’s not what mommies are supposed to do.

What do you mean?

Um, I, I don’t really know. It’s just, well, some people say… but then, people do say a lot of stupid things, and so, on the other hand, it could be that… I’m sorry, sweetie, I know I’m babbling, sort of thinking out loud, but you know what?

What?

I think they’re wrong.

Who’s wrong?

People who say moms shouldn’t teach their daughters about things like this.

Okay. So, does that mean you’re gonna show me?

Yes, I believe I will. Here, let me take off my panties first… okay, there, that feels better.

Mom?

Yes, honey?

When I get big, will I have hair down there too?

Yes, of course you will. You know that.

But, um, Kerie’s mom doesn’t have any.

She — what do you mean?

When I was the sleepover at her house the other night, I saw her mom naked and she doesn’t have any hair down there.

You saw her mother naked?

Yeah. She came in and kissed Kerie goodnight at bedtime, and she kissed me too. She just took a bath, she said, so she was still naked.

She was?

Uh-huh. But how come she doesn’t have any hair down there, like you do?

Oh, uh, well, that’s probably because she shaves it off. Some women prefer doing that.

How big do I have to be? How long until I get hair, I mean?

Um, that just depends. It’s different for everyone. For me, it started coming in when I was about 11, I think. That means it probably will be a few more years for you.

Okay. Can I see your thing now, your clit?

Mmm, ahh, yes… whew, it seems like it’s getting warm in here. Does it feel warm to you?

No.

It’s just me, I guess. Sort of a hot flash or something. Anyway, let me try to show you now. Here you go. Lean down now and look close. See it right there? That’s Mommy’s clit.

Will it get big if you rub it? Like mine?

Uh, well, probably.

Show me, okay? I wanna see.

Well, except, the thing is, honey, if I start rubbing it, I… well, I might get pretty excited and not want to stop.

What do you mean?

Have you…?  No, I suppose you haven’t.

Haven’t what?

Had an orgasm. Do you, well, do you even know what an orgasm is?

Nuh-uh. What is it?

It’s, um, it’s what happens when you rub yourself, or if someone else rubs you, or maybe licks you, and then—

Licks you?!

Yes, that’s, well, that’s one of the ways to stimulate your clit. For someone to do it for you, I mean. They can rub it with their fingers, or they can sort of lick it or suck it.

Really?

Uh-huh.

Can you do that with me?

Um, well…… that’s where I think we should draw the line, sweetheart. Let’s just do this. I’ll go ahead and show you how I rub myself, and you can watch me, and tell me if it looks like my clit is getting bigger, okay?

Okay, that sounds good.

Here we go. You can get down close if you want to. I’ll spread my legs, and you can watch.

All right.

Move in real close, baby girl.

Okay…

Watch Mommy now. Look at my clit. Watch what happens when I rub it. Mmm, it feels good. See how it’s growing, swelling, getting big?

Uh-huh.

You like watching Mommy this way, honey?

Yeah, I do.

Want to watch Mommy come?

What do you mean?

I mean, um, have an orgasm. If you want, I’ll let you watch me have an orgasm, okay?

Okay.

I want you to watch me, baby. I like it. Watch Mommy play with her pussy. Watch me rub my clit. Watch me.

You’re doing it fast.

Uh-huh. It feels so good. Mommy’s getting close. Mommy’s gonna come for you, baby. Want to watch Mommy come?

Yeah.

Watch me. Watch me. Look at Mommy’s pussy, little girl. Look at Mommy’s — oh god! OHH!! UNNHHH!! AHH!!!

Wow…

Ooohh, mmmm, oh my god, oh my god, that was so good…

You got really wet, Mom. Did you pee?

Uh, no, honey, I didn’t pee. I’m all sweaty now too, whew. But, uh, that stuff, well, it’s something else. It’s something that happens to women sometimes when they come.

It came out a lot. Made the sheets all wet.

Yes, I know. I can wash them tomorrow.

It smells good.

You like how it smells?

Uh-huh. But what’s pussy?

What?

You said ‘pussy’, play with your pussy. Is that the same as your clit?

Well, no, not really. Usually when we say pussy, we’re talking about the vagina, you know, the opening down here. But it can mean sort of the whole thing too, all of it.

All right.

You wanna see Mommy’s vagina? You know what a vagina is, don’t you?

I think so.

You have one too, of course, but it’ll look different from mine. Here, baby, let me show you Mommy’s pussy, Mommy’s vagina. I’ll pull my lips open and let you see everything. Do you like it?

Uh-huh.

Um, you know, sweetie, sometimes when I rub my clit, when I play with myself, I’ll push a finger or two up inside my vagina, like this. Deep inside.

Wow…

Mmmm, god, I’m so wet. I love doing this. It feels so good. I love to fuck my pussy.

Isn’t fuck a bad word, Mommy?

Well, yes, sometimes it is. Usually. But when you and me are together like this, privately, we can say that and it’s just fine. All right?

Okay.

Get down real close and watch again, okay?

All right.

You want to watch Mommy fuck her pussy, little girl?

Uh-huh.

Wanna see Mommy come again?

Uh-huh.

Can you, will you say it for me?

What do you mean?

I like hearing you say it. Tell me what you want.

Um, okay… I want to watch you rub your clit, Mom. And I want to see you, um, fuck your pussy. Fuck your pussy for me, Mom.

Yes, baby, yes, baby, say it again!

Fuck your pussy, Mom! Fuck your pussy!

Uh-huh, uh-huh, I’m getting close — watch me, baby, watch Mommy come!!

Fuck your pussy, Mom!!

GOD!! AHHHH!!!!

Wow! It —

Ohhh, ahhhhh, mmmmmmm…

Wow, Mom, you got like, I mean, some of that stuff got on me that time. It sprayed all over my face, in my mouth.

Oooh, oh, um, sorry, honey…

It’s okay, I don’t mind. I like it. It tastes good.

You like it?

Uh-huh.

You like how Mommy’s pussy tastes?

Yeah, I do.

Mmm, god, I… I don’t know, but I think maybe we should stop now.

Why?

You should probably go to bed now, sweetheart.

How come? I don’t want to.

Well, because I… I may want to do some other things with you, things that I really shouldn’t do.

Like what?

Uh, it’s just…

Please, Mom? I don’t wanna go to bed yet.

You don’t?

No, please, can’t I stay up? Can’t we do more?

Well, then, uh, all right, how about this? Would you like to show me your pussy again? Show me how your clit gets big when you play with it?

Okay!

Um, lie down, all right? On your back. That’s good. Spread your legs wide. Ooh, you’re so pretty.

Thank you, Mommy.

I love to look at you. In fact, can I tell you something?

What?

Well, you know you said how you liked it when I was washing you earlier, in the shower? The way I was rubbing you?

Uh-huh.

Um, see, the truth is, I don’t do that only to wash you, to make you clean. It’s also, because, well, because I like how it feels. Touching you, I mean. I love touching you down there, honey, rubbing your pretty pussy. It gets me excited.

I like it too. I wish you’d do it more.

Do you?

Uh-huh.

Mmm, all right, so… let me get down here close. I want to look at your clit, watch you while you play with yourself, okay?

Okay.

Mom?

Yes, honey?

Are you gonna keep rubbing yourself too? The way you are now?

Well, yes, I might just do that. You don’t mind, do you?

No, I don’t mind.

But right now, show me your clit, little girl. Mommy wants to see your clit. Mommy wants to watch you touch yourself.

Okay.

Mmmm, god, you are so beautiful.

Thanks, Mom.

Play with your clit. Yes, that’s right, sweetie, keep doing it. Ooh, I can see it growing, getting big. Do you like how it feels when you rub yourself?

Mm-hmm.

You’re so pretty, so sexy. Can I… I think I want to kiss you, okay?

Kiss me?

Yes, I want to kiss your pussy.

You do?

Uh-huh.

Okay.

Mmm, such a pretty pussy…

Oh!!

All you all right?

Yeah, it’s just, um, when you kissed me that way, it made me sort of feel all funny inside. Like electricity or something.

Did it feel bad?

No, not bad, just funny. But I liked it. Do it some more.

Okay…

Oooh!! Mom, do it again!!

Mmm, I love kissing your pretty pussy, licking your sweet clit…

Do it again!!

Mmm, so nice…

Mom, it’s — Mom, I’m —

More kisses for baby girl, more kissing and licking…

Mom, Mom, Mom, I’m gonna — ohhhh!!!!

Yes, yes, yes, oh my god, you taste so good. Mommy’s pretty little girl, coming in my mouth.

Mommy, did I…

I think you did, sweetheart. I think you had your first orgasm.

Wow. It’s just… wow…

Mmm, that’s so hot. I have to — I really need to come again, honey. But, uh, I’m just gonna get up on top of you here, okay? Just like this. I want you to see Mommy’s pussy up close, when I’m right on top of you.

Okay.

Look at Mommy’s pussy, right in front of your face. See how I’m fucking myself?

Uh-huh…

You want to kiss me, baby? Want to kiss Mommy’s pussy?

Really? Can I?

Yes, honey, I want you to. Kiss Mommy’s pussy, little girl, right here. Kiss Mommy’s fucking pussy.

Okay.

Oh my fucking god, yes! Do it again!

Mmm, mmm…

Jesus Christ, it feels so good. Look at your pretty face, your little mouth, right on my fucking pussy. So hot!

Mm-hmm…

Will you say it for me?

What?

Tell me you want to kiss my pussy.

I do. I want to kiss your pussy, Mom. I like kissing your pussy.

Mmm, yes, do it again. That’s right. Oh my god, so nice. And say it again.

I wanna kiss your pussy, Mommy, and I wanna lick it too. It tastes so good!

Yes, baby, yes, baby, lick my pussy. Lick Mommy’s pussy. Lick my fucking cunt!

Your cunt?

Yes!

I love your pussy, Mommy! I want to lick your fucking cunt!

Okay, uh-huh, right there, don’t stop, keep licking me… don’t stop, don’t stop, right there, uh-huh, right there… ohmygod ohmygod I’m gonna come in your mouth!!!

The End