Juicy Secrets Forbidden Tales of Lesbian Love

By Naughty Mommy

When we gathered at Valerie’s on the afternoon of Saturday, September 10, in addition to the sixteen people from our previous meeting, there were four new faces. One of them belonged to a tall, pretty redhead named Whitney, a single woman about 45 years old. She was a friend of Maureen McCormick, Reagan’s mother.

Whitney appeared very shy, sticking close to Maureen and hardly saying a word, at least not until we began sharing our stories. By contrast, the three other new attendees, who’d been invited by Connie, were ebullient, mingling and chatting gaily with everyone.

After we finally settled into place, I stood and welcomed the group, then went over our club rules for the newcomers. No one had any objections or questions. As I sat down again, I thought how interesting it was that all four first-timers had been invited by those who themselves were new the previous month. Our plan was working — women and girls really did want to share their sexy secrets!

The first to speak this time was Maureen. She briefly related the story of how she and her teenage daughter Reagan enjoyed watching each other masturbate — but their particular fetish was that they always pretended they were spying. Neither one would acknowledge the other as she played with herself, although both knew exactly what was happening.

“My daughter and I have been doing that since, um, since early last year,” said Maureen, “so, for about a year and a half. But now, well, now I have another secret to tell. Because after we heard all those amazing stories from everyone last month, at the last meeting, we both realized we wanted more. We had to have more. So, uh, we made love. Reagan and I made love. It was… god, I can’t tell you how great it was.”

“Don’t you want to show us what you did?” asked Jae, with a wicked smile. “Not just tell us, but show us?”

Maureen blushed and grinned. “Well, yes,” she nodded, “we could do that, if you want us to. I’d kind of like to hear from some of the others first, though, hear what they have to say.”

Rose went next. She told us that during the past month she and her daughters, 13-year-old Emily and 9-year-old Melissa, had progressed from kissing and tribbing to oral sex. As she described in detail the things they’d done with each other, with her daughters sometimes adding comments, I saw hands moving down between legs at various places around the room. Several of the women and girls in attendance were starting to masturbate.

After Rose was done, one of our new attendees spoke up. This was a buxom blond named Michelle. She was on a sofa next to Connie Rayburn, the friend who’d invited her.  Michelle appeared to be in her early thirties and was dressed in tight, revealing clothing, showing plenty of skin.

“I want to tell you guys my story,” she said, smiling and winking at us, “all my dirty secrets. It, uh, it starts around twenty years ago, back when I was just a kid, 12 years old, the same age Claire is now.”

Michelle patted her daughter’s leg. Claire, who was squeezed in beside her mom, almost sitting on her lap, wore sandals, short-shorts, and a light, sleeveless top that buttoned up the front. More than half of the buttons were open, and the girl plainly wore no bra. A good portion of her small, developing breasts were visible.

Continuing, Michelle said, “I was a curious kid, always snooping around, and one day in the back of my parents’ closet, I found a hidden pile of adult magazines, mostly Playboy and Penthouse, along with some harder stuff too. There was also a couple of videotapes, you know, x-rated porn, and some dirty paperback novels. Of course, I was really excited by this, and started sneaking in there every chance I could get, looking at all that stuff and masturbating. One afternoon, though, I wasn’t careful enough, and my mom caught me.”

As she said this, Michelle turned and smiled at the fourth newcomer. Seated at the end of the sofa on the other side of Claire was Joan, Michelle’s mother and Claire’s grandmother. Joan, a curvy, fifty-something woman with bleached blond hair and a lot of makeup, was wearing tight jeans and a thin, clinging tank top with no bra. Evidently Connie had informed her friends what to expect from our meetings, and they’d come looking for a good time.

“Why don’t you tell them what you did then, Mom,” said Michelle.

Before Joan could reply, Valerie frowned, “You didn’t punish her, did you?”

“No, don’t worry,” Michelle laughed, “she sure didn’t.”

Joan shook her head. “I didn’t punish my daughter or get mad at her, nothing like that. We, uh, I actually sat down with her and we looked at some of the magazines and the other stuff. I told her it was fine for her to look at them, and I told her masturbation is perfectly normal. I asked her what she liked best in the magazines, and she told me, and I told her what I liked too, you know, the kinds of pictures that turned me on and everything. I started masturbating while we were looking at the stuff, and then she started masturbating. We looked at the dirty pictures together and played with ourselves until we both came, me and my 12-year-old daughter.”

“That’s hot,” said Maureen. She was openly masturbating, with her dress pulled up, legs spread wide, a hand inside her panties.

Rose nodded, “Yeah, it is. It’s very, very hot.”

Others chimed in, agreeing. More than half of the women and girls in the room were rubbing themselves, including me.

“I told her, though,” said Joan, “that we should probably keep it a secret from her dad. So we did. My daughter and I, all through the years when she was growing up, from then until she was an adult, we’d look at porn and masturbate together, secretly, any time we got the chance. We still do, in fact.”

“That’s what I do with my mom,” Tina said. “We watch porn and masturbate. I love doing that with her.”

Michelle chuckled, “I guess we’re not the only ones.”

Claire spoke up for the first time. “And I do it too now, with ‘em. You know, look at porn and, um, and all that.”

“That’s right,” said Joan, as she ran her hand along her granddaughter’s bare thigh, gently caressing. “A few months ago, her mother and I decided we should invite Claire to join our fun. And she loves it, don’t you, sweetie?”

“Uh-huh, I do,” the girl nodded, “it’s awesome.”

Jae asked, “Do you ever… do anything else with each other besides masturbating? Anything more?”

Michelle slowly shook her head, leering at Jae. “No, uh, we haven’t, not yet. Do you have some suggestions?”

There were giggles about this, with people looking around at one another. I wondered if an orgy might suddenly break out. Most of us were playing with ourselves to one extent or another, but no had reached climax yet that afternoon — we were edging, and the sexual tension in the room was extremely high, so high you could almost smell it. No, you could smell it. I took a deep breath, inhaling through my nose. Pussy, pussy, delicious pussy… the scent alone nearly made me come.

Following a few more seconds of silence, broken only by the sounds of heavy breathing, Connie said, “Whitney, maybe you should tell everybody about you and your mother.”

I immediately broke in. “You don’t have to if you don’t want to. No one has to speak if they don’t feel like it.”

“No, I…” Whitney cleared her throat, then continued. “I do want to. I want to tell everyone my secret. I’m proud of it.”

So we listened as the woman told us all about her unusual experiences as a child.

“When I, um, one time when I was 6 years old, instead of putting me in my own bed at night, my mother brought me into her room. She took off my nightie and my undies, then set me down on the bed between her and my father. They were both naked already. That wasn’t unusual. We saw each other nude a lot, it wasn’t really a big deal at our house. But, uh, but I’d never seen my dad doing what he was doing. He was holding his dick in his hand and rubbing it, and it was huge, big and long and stiff. I couldn’t stop staring at it.”

“Mmmm,” sighed Valerie.

I glanced over at my friend, sitting in an armchair near me. Valerie’s eyes were closed and she had both hands working between her legs inside her panties, her loose silk skirt up around her waist. I wasn’t sure whether she was aroused by the thought of the man’s erect cock, or the idea of the little girl being nude in bed with her parents. Maybe it was both.

“My mom kissed me,” Whitney said. “She kissed my mouth and told me she loved me. She said she wanted to make love with me. I didn’t know what that meant, of course, at that age, but I soon found out. My mother kissed me again. She kissed my mouth, putting her tongue inside. She kissed my mouth and my chest and my nipples and my tummy, and then she started kissing my pee-pee. That’s what I called it then. My mom kissed and licked my pee-pee, and pretty soon I started feeling really strange. I got kind of hot, like a fever. My mother kept licking me there, and I was feeling all jumpy and shaky and excited, and then it happened — I had my first orgasm.”

“Goddamn goddamn goddamn!” That was Connie. She was fucking herself, two fingers pumping in and out of her cunt, shorts and panties down around her ankles.

Whitney paused a moment, watching Connie. She smiled and licked her lips, then continued, “I didn’t really know what it was, what had happened, you know, when I came — but I knew it felt great and I wanted more. There wasn’t any more that first night, though. My mother put me back in my own bed, kissed me and told me she loved me, then went back to her room. But we did the same thing a few nights later, and after that it happened a lot, at least two or three times a week, maybe more often. My mom licked me and made me come while my father watched and masturbated. Somewhere along in there my mother started masturbating too. I don’t remember exactly when it was, but she played with herself and showed me what she was doing. She opened her pussy and told me I could kiss her there if I wanted to, the same way she kissed me.”

“Yes! YES!!” Connie reached climax — which suddenly triggered a whole bunch of others, including me.

I came, and Valerie came, and Rose and Jae both came, and Reagan and Maureen and Connie and, well, for the next several minutes all you could hear was the ecstatic sounds of girls and women enjoying self-induced orgasms, one after another. It was a masturbation jamboree, and this was only the beginning of our fun that Saturday afternoon.

After things settled down a bit, Whitney proceeded with her story. She told us about all the many nights she and her mother made love in front of her dad. This went on for years and years. Her father never touched Whitney, not sexually anyway, but there were a few times when he fucked her mom in front of Whitney, or when her mother sucked her dad’s dick and made him come. Those occasions were rare, however, being the exception rather than the rule. Nearly all the time it was mother-daughter sex, with the man simply watching.

For a decade and a half, beginning when Whitney was only 6 years old and continuing until she was 21, she and her mother pleasured each other in front of her dad, often several times a week.

“But then he got sick,” she said. “My father was a smoker and got lung cancer. He went down fast. A few months after he was diagnosed, he died. That was really sad, of course, but at least I had my mom and she had me. We consoled each other, and we continued making love.”

Whitney said she never moved away from home, but had always lived with her mother. They slept in the same bed for the next two decades and had sex on a regular basis. Only after her mom had a stroke at age 67 did they finally stop, when she became disabled. Within a year she passed away. Whitney had never fallen in love with anyone else, had never married or even considered it, and still thought of her mother as her life partner, her one true lover.

We were all quiet as we listened to this heartfelt declaration of love and devotion. It was beautiful, moving, and also arousing — to think of a woman and a girl, mother and daughter, making love for all those years, starting when the young one was a child and lasting until she was a woman in her forties with her mother in her sixties, their passion and desire for one another never waning.

It made me really hot to think about that. I wondered if Kerie and I… what might it be like for us when she grew up?

My daughter was sitting on the floor just in front of me. Near her were the other younger girls, Becky and Melissa. None of the three, as far as I could tell, had begun masturbating yet. They were content with listening and observing.

As I looked down at Kerie and thought about Whitney’s story, her lifelong love affair with her own mother, I felt suddenly overwhelmed with need. I had to have my daughter. I had to fuck her.

Then something else popped into my head — I recalled a conversation with my sister Jae a few months earlier. She’d suggested then that Kerie and I perhaps should ‘demonstrate’ for Rose the game we played, the way we tribbed. We’d never really had a chance to do that, but now we could.

“Kerie,” I said.

“Hm?” She turned to look up at me.

“Take off your clothes, baby girl.”

“Really?”

“Uh-huh.”

“Okay.”

Addressing the group, I said, “Most of you know about this already, of course, but the newcomers don’t. And not very many of you have seen it. So now we’re gonna show you.”

As I spoke, I got to my feet and started stripping. I didn’t make a big production out of it, just quickly removed all my clothing, my summer dress, bra, panties, and sandals. By then, Kerie was naked too, standing and facing me. I bent and kissed her mouth, then glanced around the room.

Everyone was staring at us. I took a deep breath, licked my lips, and said, “My daughter and I are lovers. We have sex just about every day. I want to show you how we first started, one of the things we love to do together.”

I took a quilt from a stack beside my chair. (Valerie and I had decided it might be a good idea to have some padding available, just in case.) I spread the quilt on the floor in the center of the group, then lay down on my back, opening my arms and my legs.

“Come here, baby,” I smiled at Kerie. “Come here and fuck Mommy.”

“Okay!” she giggled.

“Let’s do it too, Mom,” said Emily, popping up from her chair. “Let’s do it too!”

Rose agreed, and soon she was lying nude on the floor next to me, with her 13-year-old daughter on top of her. Emily and Kerie began moving in tandem, humping their moms pussy-to-pussy while grinning at one another.

“Reagan,” said Maureen. “Jae asked us before to show some of the things we’ve done with each other. You want to do that now?”

The pretty teenager nodded. “Okay, sure.”

Maureen knelt in front of her daughter, pushed up her short skirt and tugged her panties off, then began licking the girl.

Others soon joined in, and within a few minutes a full-scale orgy was underway. On the floor not far from us, sisters Candice and Erica were locked in a ’69’, munching each other’s pussies. I could see Tina and Becky kissing and fingering one another, while their mother, Valerie, watched them and masturbated. Brooke and Allison were also in a ’69’, their mom standing over them, talking dirty to the girls as she fucked her cunt with her fingers. Meanwhile, Jae had approached Michelle. She’d removed the woman’s top and was licking and sucking her big tits. Joan was on the sofa with her granddaughter, Claire, on her lap, the older woman kissing and fondling the 12-year-old. Everyone at the meeting was either having sex with someone or watching and masturbating. The room was filled with the sounds and smells of hot feminine sex.

It went on that way for a couple of hours. Most of us switched partners several times. I got the chance to see some of the women doing things with their daughters they’d never done before, which was awesome. I had sex with Tina, and with Reagan, and Maureen, and Rose, and Emily, and well, I can’t remember everyone else, and I couldn’t begin to count the number of orgasms I had. It was a wonderful day.

At that fourth meeting of Secrets Club, in September, we’d had twenty attendees at Valerie’s, a nice large group. The following month we welcomed five new members, and the month after that there were nine more new faces in the room. We quickly realized that as our club continued to grow and became more popular — though still strictly secret, of course — we’d have no choice but to split up into separate chapters. Imagine fifty or sixty people meeting in one place, all trying to share their stories over a couple of hours. It simply wouldn’t work.

So, by the end of the first full year, there were three chapters of the club in our city, averaging twenty or more attendees at each monthly meeting. Isn’t that amazing? The women and girls who lived near us certainly had a lot of secrets to tell! And they weren’t the only ones, either. Not even close. After two years, our city alone could boast seven chapters of Secrets Club, while three other cities in our state had started their own chapters. It was contagious, spreading like a fever!

Our original chapter, the one I’d started along with Jae and Rose and Valerie, met on the second Saturday of every month. Other chapters also met monthly, but on different weeks or on different days. This allowed some of us, the charter members, to visit other meetings from time to time, checking in to be sure everything was working smoothly.

As I’ve done that, going around to different places week after week, it’s been fascinating to learn how common some of the secrets are that people hold. For instance, I would estimate that at least a third of all moms, maybe even half, have indulged in sexual fantasies about their daughters. Some women have fantasies about their sons too, of course, but the mother-daughter thing strikes me as far more prevalent for whatever reason. It seems as if that’s a natural instinct or something.

I also frequently hear stories about sisters who masturbated together when they were young, or who “practiced” kissing, which then led to more extreme activities. That’s another recurrent theme. We hear it over and over. In fact, it’s amusing: after attending so many meetings over all these years and listening to confessions of secrets from so many different women and girls, I can almost predict what someone’s going to say just from the initial set-up.

For those of us who are veterans of the club, there really aren’t too many surprises anymore. It’s still wonderful, though, to be at a meeting and witness the thrill of discovery for new members when they hear certain things for the first time, or to see the relief they feel when they are able to open up and share the forbidden secrets they’ve kept inside for so long. I’m really proud of what we’ve accomplished.

Once in a while I will hear something unusual. Among the members in one of our chapters, for instance, is a mother and daughter whose big fetish, their special turn-on, is peeing on each other. That’s certainly not my thing, not at all, but we try hard not to make any judgments. As long as no one gets hurt and everything’s consensual, the club does not place limits on the kinds of sexual secrets members are allowed to share.

Although there is no set agenda, and anyone can speak whenever they want, our meetings have developed a mostly standard format. The usual practice is that after an opening recitation of club rules, members will begin voluntarily to share their sexual secrets — and in many cases not only tell a story, but also demonstrate the things they do. With that in mind, nearly every chapter has one or more members whose job is to record each session on video.

As time went by and our club continued to grow — with new chapters springing up not only in our state but in nearby states as well — someone had the bright idea of offering these videos for sale to club members. That way, people from one meeting could hear the stories and watch the sexy antics of girls and women from other meetings too.

This was an immediate hit. Everyone wanted to observe what members in other places were doing, especially when those meetings turn into hot lesbian orgies. More often than not that’s what happens, with women and girls of all ages — sisters, mother and daughters, sometimes even grandmothers — having sex with each other on camera.

The substantial fees we accrue through video sales are placed in a fund to support an annual Secrets Club gala. This takes place in a different location every year and typically involves several hundred members meeting at a private resort, with, as you can imagine, a whole lot of sex going on at all hours of the day and night. It’s always an incredible experience, something no one ever wants to miss.

In the midst of all this busy activity, we needed someone to keep careful track of everything: chapters, locations, banking, and so on. So, we have a Secretary-Treasurer of Secrets Club, and can you guess who that is? Wait for it —— it’s Mrs. Simmons! Don’t you love it? She’s such a darling, we couldn’t possibly get along without her.

In addition, my daughter Kerie, who’s now 21 years old, writes a monthly newsletter that she distributes electronically to members who subscribe. Her circulation recently passed 3,000!

Yes, our little endeavor has been a huge success. There are multiple chapters of Secrets Club in most large American cities, and quite a few in Canada as well. Small and mid-size towns across the country each have their own groups that meet every month. We’ve even heard talk of chapters forming in Europe.

If you’re a woman or a girl with a secret interest in kinky sex, chances are pretty good that you’ve already heard about our club and maybe attended a meeting. I certainly hope you’ve been able to.

If not, try asking around. It’s likely you’re acquainted with someone who’s a member, even if you don’t realize it. It’s true, we’re everywhere! Just look for that girl or woman with a gleam in her eye, a flirty smile, a suggestive attitude that says, I have a secret. She’ll be the one.

THE END

By Naughty Mommy

Rose certainly was there on Saturday for our first club meeting, along with her daughters, Emily and Melissa. There were nine of us in all, including Valerie and her two girls, Tina and Becky, plus me, my daughter Kerie, and my sister Jae. We met at Valerie’s, as planned, although at her suggestion we’d decided to begin in the afternoon, at 4:00, instead of in the evening. That way, she reasoned, if our discussions were stimulating enough and led to something more — whatever that might be — we would have plenty of time to enjoy ourselves.

It turned out nothing ‘more’ did happen at our first two monthly meetings. It wasn’t until the third occasion that things really got fun. Those initial gatherings were mostly focused on figuring out the mechanics of what we were trying to do, debating who else might be safe for us to invite to join, that sort of thing. We did share some of our secrets with each other, of course, and that definitely was arousing, but overall the first couple of meetings felt more businesslike than sexy.

That all changed in a big way on Saturday, August 13.

“Welcome, everyone,” I began, as I stood in front of the group of girls and women, “to the third official meeting of Secrets Club.”

We were gathered in the beautifully appointed living room of Valerie’s restored Victorian home. In addition to those I thought of as our charter members — the nine of us who’d been involved from the start — we had seven new attendees.

I took my time before continuing, looking slowly around at the assembled guests. My eyes settled first on Reagan McCormick. The pretty high school junior was seated on a sofa with her mother, Maureen, next to her on one side and Tina on the other side. Reagan grinned up at me, her face a picture of eager anticipation. I returned her smile, then let my gaze drift down to the girl’s long, shapely legs. She was in a very short skirt, legs tan and bare. So yummy.

Reagan’s mother, who was in her early forties, also had nice legs, though the silk dress she wore was far more conservative, with the hem just below her knees. Her expression was more reserved as well, showing some apprehension. That was understandable, of course, considering the purpose of our get-together… to reveal sexual secrets. It was remarkable that she was there at all.

I nodded to Maureen, repeating, “Welcome.” She responded with a tight, nervous smile.

In an overstuffed chair beside the sofa sat Connie Rayburn, a slightly plump woman of about 35 years old, with a dark tan and sandy blonde hair cut short. Her younger daughter Allison, 9, was on her lap. Seated at their feet with her legs crossed was 12-year-old Brooke, Connie’s other child. All three were dressed casually, in shorts and t-shirts. They appeared relaxed and comfortable. I winked at Connie, and she returned the wink.

Valerie had brought a loveseat from another room into the living room, where she’d arranged the furniture in a rough semicircle. A pair of grown sisters, Candice Stroud and Erica Chaubey, sat together in the embroidered loveseat, holding hands. They were in the same age range, around 30, and although neither woman was especially attractive, they both possessed a palpable sensuousness. Just by looking at them you could see that sex was very important in their lives — and you could also tell, from their body language, that the two were incestuous lovers.

I licked my lips as I gazed at the women, feeling my clit tingle. Candice raised one eyebrow, nodding slightly, giving me a knowing look. It was clear she could sense my arousal, and that she was enjoying it.

Squeezed onto a second sofa were Rose and three little girls: Rose’s daughter Melissa, my daughter Kerie, and Valerie’s daughter Becky. Rose’s other daughter Emily was on the floor in front of the younger kids.

Two additional chairs held Valerie and my sister Jae, with one chair left empty. That’s where I would take a seat when we began to tell our stories. First, though, I had something important to say.

“All right, before we get going, let’s just make sure we all understand a few things. The first rule of Secrets Club is: You do not talk about Secrets Club. The second rule of Secrets Club is: You do not talk about Secrets Club. You can’t tell anybody. It’s a secret!”

That remark brought a few giggles.

I continued, “The third rule is: If at least three adult members of the club agree it would be safe, then you can tell someone about Secrets Club and invite them to join. Okay?”

Gazing around the room, I saw plenty of heads nodding.

“The fourth rule is: Only women and girls are allowed to join. No men and no boys. Never.”

“Good,” said Maureen McCormick. “No men.”

I was surprised to hear her say that. Not that I expected anyone to want a man in the club, but I understood Maureen had been married, apparently happily, for almost twenty years, to a prominent member of the community, a well-respected judge. Perhaps, however, there was more going on within that marriage than I knew.

“Sounds good to me,” said Candice. “Just women and girls. That’s how it should be.”

“Agreed,” said Jae.

Connie Rayburn nodded, “Definitely. I like it.”

Following more nods and murmurs of agreement, I went on, “The fifth and final rule is: Tell all your secrets, especially the dirtiest, naughtiest ones. Let everything out. It’s completely safe here, you’re among friends — and no one will ever repeat anything they hear here. This is Secrets Club!”

I sat down and waited. We’d made the decision early on that except for reciting the rules each time, our meetings would be informal, with no set agenda. Anyone could speak at any time and in any order, whenever they chose.

On this afternoon, Rose went first. She told us a story that most of us already knew, how sometimes at night she would get in bed with her daughter Emily, and how she was teaching the girl to kiss, using tongues and everything. Rose said this had begun about a year earlier, when Emily was 12.

Then she revealed something I hadn’t heard before. She said, “Lately, um, after we started having these Secrets Club meetings, Emily and I decided to do more than just kiss. And, well, now we have Melissa with us too, all three of us. In fact, the girls come into my room now and get in bed with me. We kiss and we, um, we do that thing that Shelly and Kerie told us about, where one of them gets on top of me, rubbing on me, you know, humping while we kiss. We do that until one of us comes, or maybe both of us, and then we change partners. It’s fun, isn’t it, girls?”

Melissa giggled, “Uh-huh, it is. I like it.” She was sitting next to her mother on the sofa, holding her hand.

On the floor in front of them, Emily added, “Yeah, it’s great, so great. And, um, also sometimes when my mom isn’t home, like after school, me and Melissa do it together, you know, kissing and humping. We do that a lot.”

“Oh my,” said Maureen, “that’s… interesting.”

The woman’s face was flushed and she appeared to be breathing hard. She rubbed her hand on her neck, then slid it down to her chest. The lovely dress she wore had a Queen Anne neckline. It was fairly modest, not cut too deep, but as we watched Maureen slipped her fingers inside the dress, stroking the tops of her breasts.

Erica spoke next, her words tumbling out. “I’m so glad we’re doing this. I’m really glad Rose invited us to come, me and Candice. These meetings are a great idea. It’s not easy to keep such a big secret — that my sister and I, that we’re, well, that we have sex with each other — and it’s nice to be able to talk with people about it. Before this I’d only told Rose, and then I guess she told Jae, which is fine. I’m pretty sure my husband doesn’t have any idea, though. He’s at home now with our little boy, Jimmy, who’s two years old.”

Candice chuckled, “Her husband thinks we’re at a Tupperware party.”

“Yeah,” Erica nodded, grinning. “He’s kind of clueless about things sometimes. But anyway, um, Candice and me since, well, since we were teenagers we’ve been doing it, having sex, I mean. So that’s, like, for maybe fifteen years, on and off anyway.”

“Mostly on,” said Candice.

“Right, mostly on,” Erica giggled.

She smiled at her sister. They kissed. The first kiss was quick, but when they kissed a second time, their lips lingered. Erica sighed and closed her eyes. Her tongue came out. The women kissed wetly for a minute or so, with the rest of us quietly observing.

I looked around the room. Everyone except me was staring at the sisters kissing each other. A few were doing more than just watching, however. In the chair next to mine, Valerie had spread her legs and pulled up her loose summer dress. She was caressing herself through her panties. My sister Jae had a hand between her legs as well, but she was wearing jeans and was sort of patting and squeezing her crotch. Maureen had pushed her hand all the way inside the top of her dress and apparently inside her bra, fondling her breast. Her daughter Reagan, in the little miniskirt, had her legs open, both hands rubbing her pussy through her panties. Next to Reagan, Tina was also starting to masturbate. She was wearing short-shorts, which were open, her hand shoved down inside.

It surprised me somewhat how quickly things were developing, but I was very glad to see it. That told me people were comfortable with the situation we’d arranged, relaxed enough to openly display their physical arousal.

Candice and Erica finally ended their long series of kisses. They turned toward the group, red in the face, smiling and wiping their mouths.

I decided to go next. “Um, just so everyone here will know, I want to tell you my secrets. The biggest one is that, well, that I have sex with my daughter Kerie. It started about, um, about three and a half months ago. At first it was just kissing, but then I encouraged her to start humping me, and pretty soon I had an orgasm that way. I came with my little girl humping me. After that, um, it was fingering next, and then oral sex. Now we do everything. My daughter is my lover. Oh, and my sister Jae too. That’s the other secret. All three of us have sex.”

“My god,” said Maureen, “how old is your little girl?”

“She’s 8.”

“Jesus.” Maureen’s hands slid down between her legs, pushing hard, rubbing her crotch through her silk dress.

Valerie cleared her throat. With a hand now inside her panties, she said, “I, uh, I haven’t really had sex with my daughters, not quite, and I’m not sure I ever will. But I have done secret things with them. I’ve masturbated in front of them, letting them watch me, and I’ve watched both of them masturbate too. I’ve also shot videos of them, uh, kissing and touching each other. That makes me so hot, seeing them together that way.”

“It makes me hot too, Mom,” said Tina. “I love doing that for you, turning you on.”

Reagan spoke up. “That’s sorta like what me and my mom do. Not exactly, but kind of. Um, see, a couple years ago, I started spying on my mom. She and my dad sleep in separate bedrooms, and, well, my dad is out a lot at night. He has all these meetings and stuff. And anyway, sometimes at night I would hear my mom in her bedroom, you know, like moaning and everything… so one time I went and stood outside her door. That first time I just listened, but then the next night I opened the door a crack so I could peek inside. There was a light on, and I could see everything. I watched my mom play with herself. She was naked on the bed, rubbing her hands all over her body. I watched her until she came. It was so hot, the hottest thing I’d ever seen in my whole life. I went back to my room and got in bed and rubbed my pussy, and oh my god, I came so hard. I was so totally turned on by that.”

The girl paused in her narrative, glancing around the room. She had both hands inside her panties, playing with herself. She smiled at us, then went on, “After that, the next time I went to spy on my mom, her door was already open partway. I didn’t even have to open it. It was like she wanted me to watch her.”

“I did,” said Maureen.

“I know,” Reagan grinned. “I know that now, but I didn’t know it then. So, um, after that, every time my dad was out at night, I’d get up and go watch my mom masturbate. Her door was always left open. But then, after a couple of weeks, I decided to try something else. One night instead of going to watch her, I stayed inside my own room. I laid on my bed, naked, with the door open, and played with myself. I was kind of being really loud and everything, on purpose. After a while, I heard some noise at the door. It was my mom. She was watching me. I kept my eyes closed, mostly, pretending I didn’t know she was there. But I knew that she knew, and she knew that I knew. We didn’t say anything, though. And then we just kept on doing that, sort of spying on each other, masturbating for each other.”

“Mmm, nice,” breathed Valerie. She drew her hand from her panties, bringing it to her mouth, fingers glistening with juices. She sucked the fingers, tasting herself, and said, “Tell us more.”

“Okay, um, we did that for, I don’t know, for maybe a year and a half, usually a couple of times a week, but we never said anything to each other at all. It wasn’t until Tina told me about Secrets Club, like, two or three weeks ago. That’s when I finally said something to my mom. I told her I really wanted to come here to the club, and I wanted her to come with me.”

“I didn’t want to at first,” said Maureen. “I refused. I was terrified. But Reagan kept insisting, and then Tina talked with me about it too, as did Valerie. Finally I decided to take a chance, to give Secrets Club a try. And I’m glad I did.”

By now Maureen had her dress pulled up almost to the waist. Her long legs were parted and she was rubbing herself through her satin panties. From where I was seated, across from her, I could easily see a dark wet spot beneath her fingers. It really turned me on, and I was almost ready to say something about it when Rose spoke.

“Did you, I mean, um, you said something earlier, Maureen. You said you did want her to see you, your daughter, is that what you meant?”

Rose had a hand between her legs, playing with herself over her clothing. She was wearing very tight shorts that day, so tight you could see the bulge of her labia. Her fingers rubbed and squeezed as she gazed wide-eyed at the other woman, waiting for an answer.

“Yeah,” Maureen nodded. “I, well, it’s sort of embarrassing to admit it, but that’s why we’re here, right? It’s true, I really was hoping that Reagan would come and find me. I wanted her to watch me masturbate. That, uh, that whole idea just excites me so much… and… and I’ll tell you something else. This is something no one knows. I’ve never told anyone, not even my daughter, until now. But, see, when I was a girl, I did that with my own mother. I watched her masturbate.”

She licked her lips, looking slowly around the room before continuing. “I’m not sure if she knew I was watching her or not. We never said anything about it. This went on for years, though, starting when I was even younger than Reagan is, only 11 or 12. My parents were divorced and it was just the two of us. She didn’t do it that often, not as often as I do, but maybe once a week or so, I could hear her in her room at night. At first I just listened, but then I got up and went to see.”

Maureen slipped a hand inside her panties, touching her pussy. She shuddered and moaned, then went on. “Her bedroom door was always open, and I could look inside. It was mostly dark, but I could see that she was naked. I could see her playing with her tits and rubbing her hands between her legs.”

“Goddamn, that’s hot,” said Rose. She suddenly stood and hurriedly unzipped her shorts, pushing them down below her knees along with her bikini panties. Then she sat down again on the sofa between Kerie and Melissa, giggling as she resumed masturbating.

“I loved that so much, watching my mom at night,” said Maureen. “I loved the sounds and the smells. I never masturbated while I was at her door, but after I went back to my room I did. I watched her so many times, so many times… I guess she must have known I was there. But anyway, when I had my own daughter and she got, you know, old enough, I couldn’t stop thinking about that, how exciting it was for me when I was a girl. And I wanted Reagan to experience the same thing.”

“So it goes down through the generations,” said Jae.

Maureen smiled. “Uh-huh, it does, it seems to.”

It was quiet in the room for a minute or so after that, nothing but heavy breathing and the squishy, slippery sound of fingers in wet pussies.

Then, looking at me, Brooke asked, “Can I, um, can I tell our secret next?”

“Of course you can,” I nodded. “Anyone can speak whenever they want to.”

Connie patted her daughter’s shoulder. “Go ahead, honey.”

The girl proceeded to tell us what she and her little sister Allison did: that they enjoyed putting on webcam shows, getting naked and exposing themselves to random viewers, whoever chose to watch. The girls would open their pussies for the camera, touching themselves and touching one another too. Both had masturbated to orgasm for the benefit of their online audience.

In response to a question from Erica, the sisters said they hadn’t licked each other yet, just fingering and kissing. But the most exciting thing about the story is that their mother would always watch the girls perform. Connie never went on camera, but she took off her clothes and observed from the side, masturbating as her 9-year-old and 12-year-old daughters did their alluring shows.

“I love that, I love that, I love that,” Valerie blurted, fingers moving very fast inside her panties, “I – I – uhnh – UNH!!”

She grunted loudly, almost doubling over from the waist as she reached climax. This was the first orgasm in the history of Secrets Club — but it certainly wouldn’t be the last.

Everyone watched silently, waiting for Valerie to finish. Many were also rubbing themselves, but no one else seemed ready to come just yet.

After perhaps half a minute of grunting and groaning and shuddering, Valerie let out a long, husky sigh, then sat up straight again in her chair. Still breathing heavily, she pushed her hair back from her face, wiping sweat from her brow. I could see gooey moisture gleaming on her fingers.

I hadn’t yet started to masturbate, thinking, I suppose, that as nominal leader of our meetings I should show more restraint. Now, however, I didn’t want to wait any longer. I opened my slacks and pushed a hand down inside my panties. My pussy was slippery with wetness.

Valerie grinned at me, nodding, but didn’t say anything.

Connie spoke up. “Maybe you girls should show them. Not just tell them about the sex shows you put on, but let everyone see the things you do with each other.”

Sitting on her lap, Allison turned to look up at her mother. “Really?”

“Sure,” Connie replied, before checking with me. “That is, of course, if it doesn’t break any rules of the club.”

“No, not at all,” I said, as I massaged my swollen clit. “Anything they want to do, or anything anyone wants to do, it’s perfectly fine.”

And that’s how our club meetings evolved from simply relating stories and sharing secrets to becoming an actual show and tell — first the tell, and then the show, or sometimes both at once.

On that afternoon, the demonstrations began with Brooke and Allison taking off their clothes for us, then fingering and kissing each other while we watched — and not only watched, of course, but masturbated. By then, almost everyone was playing with themselves, even the littlest girls.

I lost track of how many reached orgasm during the impromptu sex show put on by the young sisters, but it was a lot. Their mother, Connie, came, and I came, as did Valerie again. I’m almost certain Jae came too, and I think both Maureen and Rose did as well. It’s likely there were several others, but my memory is kind of fuzzy. Let’s just say there was plenty of gasping and groaning and squealing, the room filling with the pungent aroma of pussy, of feminine climax.

After that, we took a short break. Valerie and her daughters served drinks to anyone who wanted them, and snacks were offered. We relaxed and chatted for a few minutes until Maureen brought up the subject of the taboo video recordings that Valerie had made of her daughters. After a few minutes’ discussion, it was decided we should watch some of those.

Because there was no TV on the lower level, we all trooped up to the parlor on the second floor. With sixteen of us, it was a bit of a crowd, but no one seemed to mind being crammed in together, women and girls seated two deep on the sofa and in the pair of chairs in the room, the rest on the carpeted floor.

Valerie put in a disk and started it up. The big screen on the wall came alive with an image of Tina and her little sister Becky lying nude on Valerie’s bed, facing one another. They smiled at the lens, then began to kiss and caress. As the camera moved in, we saw the girls using their tongues, kissing wetly. Soon the view panned down to show us their hands working between each other’s legs. Gradually it eased forward, closer and closer, until we could see their juices gleaming on slippery fingers.

Around this time, I heard someone start to come. I’m not really sure who it was, since it took place behind me. I was sitting on the floor in front of the sofa, holding Kerie on my lap. My legs were apart and she was sliding her little bum up and down, rubbing against my groin through my slacks. Needless to say, this was fairly distracting. Between that and the super sexy video we were enjoying, I wasn’t paying too much attention to who else around us was masturbating and who came when. It may even have been one of the women or girls fingering another and bringing her to orgasm. That’s certainly possible.

At any rate, I was getting very turned on. It was so hot to watch Tina and her sister playing with each other’s wet pussies as they kissed — especially with all the other moms and daughters and sisters in the room with us watching at the same time. That made it extra exciting.

“Don’t stop, baby, don’t stop,” I whispered in Kerie’s ear. I also put a hand between my daughter’s legs. She was wearing a very short flippy skirt and cotton undies. I pressed my fingers in, rubbing her mound through the soft fabric of her panties.

“Mommy, Mommy, Mommy,” sighed Kerie as she moved faster up and down, stimulating my clit.

All around me, I heard the sounds of climaxes, one after another — ecstatic cries, breathless gasps, guttural moans. Closing my eyes, I listened to the squishy plopping of fingers fucking cunts, and inhaled the intoxicating smell of juicy pussies.

“Kerie, Kerie! Oh god yes!!”

I came suddenly, unexpectedly, with my daughter humping me. It was pretty amazing that she could bring me that way, simply rubbing her bottom against my slacks, but she did.

When I finally began to recover from the delicious orgasm, I realized that the image on the screen had changed. We were watching a different video now… and I was in it!

This was the one Valerie had made of me and Tina making love. Kerie hadn’t viewed it before, and was obviously riveted by what she was seeing. Wanting to give my 8-year-old the same kind of pleasure she had given me, I slipped my fingers inside her undies, loving the feel of her smooth, soft mound.

She leaned back, head resting between my breasts, sighing contentedly. Sliding my other hand up under her shirt, I played with my daughter’s nipples and kissed the top of her head as I fondled her hairless pussy. Kerie stared at the big screen, watching a pornographic video of her mother having sex with a teenage girl, and within only a minute or two, she reached climax.

That was as far as things went during our third Secrets Club meeting. A lot of masturbation and plenty of orgasms, along with some kissing — and I’m pretty sure I wasn’t the only one who fingered another girl’s or woman’s pussy — but there was no oral sex or tribbing or anything like that. Our group wasn’t quite ready yet for an all-out lesbian orgy.

However, at the next meeting…

Continue on to Chapter 25

By Naughty Mommy

By Naughty Mommy

By Naughty Mommy

At a few minutes after 10:00, we walked up the steps of the beautiful Victorian home where Valerie and her family lived. The day was warm and sunny, as befits the first weekend in June. I found I was already starting to sweat as I mentally reviewed the words I would use to admit the shameful things I’d done.

“Good morning!” Tina beamed, as she drew open the front door. “Come in!”

Because the aim of our visit this time was not titillation or seduction, but honesty, I’d decided to tone down the way Kerie and I were dressed. I wore knee-length khaki shorts, leather sandals, and an aqua blue silk shell, while my daughter was in her standard t-shirt, sneakers, and elastic-waist shorts. Her blonde hair was in a ponytail, tied with a red ribbon.

Tina was in shorts as well, though hers were considerably shorter than ours. She was barefoot, obviously braless, and the loose tank top she wore hung down far enough to conceal everything else — making it appear at first as if she had nothing on but the tank. I made an effort to hide my startled reaction.

After kissing my cheek in greeting, the girl bent over to give Kerie a hug. That’s when I caught a glimpse of the tiny shorts she wore, which covered maybe half of her lovely rear end. Yummy.

Something else was equally yummy. Along with Tina’s flowery perfume, I caught the mouthwatering scent of onions, basil, and parmesan cheese. We’d eaten nothing yet that day, and I was definitely feeling hungry.

I inhaled deeply. “Wow. That smells so good.”

“It’s a frittata,” Tina smiled. “Come on.”

Taking Kerie by the hand, she led the way back through the house to the kitchen. I was happy to follow, enjoying a delicious view of the teen’s perfect legs, butt cheeks sometimes peeking out from under the long top.

Breakfast was absolutely scrumptious. In addition to the frittata, Valerie served homemade pastries in a choice of apricot, cinnamon, or chocolate. I know I’ve said before that I’m trying hard to watch my weight, but I just couldn’t help it — I had to sample one of each. Diet and exercise, I promised myself, would begin the next day.

We also had both mimosas and lattes. It was like brunch at a five-star restaurant. By the time I’d finished stuffing my belly, I’d almost forgotten the reason we were there. It wasn’t only for pleasure. I had an important job to do.

I offered to help with the dishes, but Valerie waved me off. “No, no, don’t worry, the girls will take care of that. You and I have things to talk about.”

As Tina, Becky, and Kerie began clearing the table, Valerie escorted me to the living room. We sat on the sofa, but then she said, “Hm, is this private enough for what you have to say? We can go upstairs if you prefer, or — I know, let’s do this.”

Getting up again, she took my hand and we went out a side door onto the veranda, which wrapped all the way around the house. We headed toward the backyard. In the center of the beautifully manicured lawn and garden was a gazebo. That’s where we settled.

Birds sang. Bees buzzed. The fragrant aroma from a profusion of flowers filled my nostrils. What a beautiful day it was. Now if only I could stop from feeling so jittery. I took a long, deep breath and slowly let it out, trying to find some calm.

Valerie patted my hand. “All right, dear. I’m very sorry I couldn’t see you sooner. But here we are now. Please, tell me what’s on your mind.’

“Well…” I began.

My mouth was dry. I swallowed, took another deep breath, then another. My heart was pounding in my chest. How do you go about telling someone you’ve seduced their underage daughter? Probably best just to say it.

“I need to tell you what happened. I, um, I honestly didn’t mean any harm, but I, well, I took Tina to a hotel, and we… I had sex with her.”

The woman smiled and nodded. “I know,” she said softly, patting my hand again. “It’s all right.”

“What? You know??”

“Yes, of course I do. Well, I didn’t know about the hotel or the details, but it was clear to me about you and Tina. I could tell. And it’s all right, I understand.”

“You understand?”

I felt like an imbecile, unable to respond with anything but stupid questions. Her reaction had me flummoxed.

“As I told you before, that night when you were here for dinner,” Valerie continued, “it’s perfectly normal for women to be drawn to desirable young girls. I think we all are at times. That’s just how we’re built. I’m not surprised you find Tina so appealing, and Becky as well. I really do understand. They’re both very attractive. And if you gave in to, ah, to your urges, I understand that too.”

I searched her face, looking for anything else but sincerity. Was she perhaps mocking me, taunting me, building me up just to tear me down? But no, I saw nothing like that. This woman truly meant what she said.

“Um,” I stammered. I still had no words of my own.

Valerie warmly squeezed my hand. “But I’m very glad you told me about it, Shelly. That’s important. I don’t want there to be any secrets between us.”

“Secrets…”

“Uh-huh,” she nodded, her eyes twinkling. “And I think you know that I, well, that I have a few secrets of my own, private things I’ve done with my own daughter, with Tina. I’ve told her it’s okay to tell you, though, because we trust you. We care about you.”

My eyes blurred. “Thank you,” I croaked.

A big tear fell from my cheek onto my shorts. I threw my arms around Valerie, hugging her tightly, sobbing in relief. The release of tension was so great, the absolution from my guilt and shame so deeply desired, the shared feelings between us so comforting that I couldn’t stop crying for what seemed a long time. She held me, stroking my back, soothing me, cooing sweet words.

Finally I managed to get control of myself. I pulled away, wiping my eyes with the back of my hands, expressing regret for the outburst.

“Hush, now,” said Valerie, “you have nothing to apologize for.” She took a clean handkerchief from the pocket of her skirt and gave it to me. “You’re my friend. I want you to show me how you feel.”

“Thank you,” I smiled, blowing my nose.

As the morning changed to afternoon, and the day went on, the girls came out to join us in the yard. They ran around, playing freeze tag, then hide and seek. It was a joy to watch them. Tina was clearly having a ball, acting like a kid, and Kerie was just in heaven. Although she had plenty of friends, as an only child my little one didn’t always have playmates available. This was a treat for her.

Later, Valerie brought out a pitcher of iced tea for us and a plate of small sandwiches, along with a bowl of fresh fruit. When I realized the effort she’d gone to, I felt a renewed pang of guilt. I’d been sitting out there in the gazebo, relaxing, absorbed in my own contentment, enjoying the pleasure of a sunny day and the fun of watching the kids romp, and hadn’t lifted a finger to help.

I started to say I was sorry for being such a slug, but again the pretty brunette waved off my would-be apology. Nothing appeared to bother her. I could seemingly do no wrong. It made me very glad we’d become friends — and yet, what an unusual friendship this was, becoming acquainted only because I’d had designs on her teenage daughter. It’s a strange world sometimes.

The girls scooped up the sandwiches and gulped down the tea, their faces flushed and sweaty from racing around. They didn’t stay long, however, inhaling the refreshments then zooming off on another adventure. Valerie laughed as she watched them disappear into the detached garage at the back of their property.

We sat companionably for a minute or so, not saying anything, until I cleared my throat and began, “You know, I, um… I have… other secrets too. More, I mean, than just what I did with Tina. I can tell you all about that, if you want, about everything I did with Tina. I don’t want to hide anything anymore.”

“Whatever you’d like, dear. It’s completely up to you,” the woman smiled.

I took a deep breath, fortifying my courage. It was time to let it out. “I’ve done some things with Kerie. Things that most people would, you know, would probably say were wrong. No, they would say they’re wrong, definitely. I’m sure they’d say I’m a bad person, an unfit mother.”

I’d been looking down at my hands as I made this speech, but now I glanced over at Valerie to assess her reaction. She was placid, serene, waiting calmly to hear whatever I chose to tell her.

Before I could go on, the kids emerged from the garage. Becky was rolling an old tire, Kerie lugging an armful of rope, and Tina carrying a step ladder. They trooped toward a tall magnolia at one side of the yard, a tree that offered a couple of large overhanging branches, ideal for a tire swing.

“I wondered if they might think of that,” Valerie grinned. “We’d taken it down for the winter and just never got around to putting it back up again. This is a perfect day for it.”

“Yeah, it is,” I nodded. We observed the girls discuss their plans, debating the best place to mount the tire, then set to work.

“Sometimes at night, Kerie and I do things,” I said in a quiet voice. My eyes were on the kids, watching their industrious activity, but I was speaking to Valerie. “She and I sleep together, we sleep naked. Kerie gets on top of me. We, uh, we kiss, and… and we do more than kiss.”

I turned to the woman, looking into her eyes. She nodded slightly, encouraging me to continue.

“We have sex. I have sex with my 8-year-old daughter. I’ve done it all with her — you know, oral sex, fingering, everything. And we, we both have orgasms. It’s fantastic, and I love it. I can’t stop. I don’t want to stop. It’s not wrong, it’s not. What we do is beautiful.”

It was as if I was challenging Valerie to dispute me. I’d openly admitted committing incest with my little girl, and yet I was expressing no shame, no remorse. I felt none.

She paused, evidently waiting to make sure I was finished, then said, “No, it’s not wrong, of that I’m sure. You love Kerie, and she obviously adores you. She’s a happy, healthy child, thriving. Whatever you’re doing with your daughter couldn’t be more right.”

I felt emotion rise in my chest again, but didn’t think I would cry this time. I’d gotten that all out before. Instead, I smiled broadly. “I knew you’d understand. I knew I could trust you.”

Valerie stood, taking my hand. She brought me to my feet, then wrapped her arms around me, enfolding me in a warm hug. I tucked my face into her shoulder, closing my eyes, inhaling the soft scent of her perfume. I relaxed into the loving comfort of a good friend who accepted me completely.

While the kids constructed the tire swing and then started using it, pushing each other higher and higher, laughing and whooping, I told Valerie all about the crazy idea I’d come up with earlier that morning. She loved it.

“We’ll use my place,” the woman immediately said. “Of course we will. It’s ideal, with plenty of space, and you know how much I love to cook and entertain.”

Over the next hour, Valerie and I refined my scheme as we sipped iced tea, discussing the pros and cons of various options, finally settling on what we thought would make the best arrangements. We needed firm rules, that was clear. Safety was paramount — but if we could manage to pull this off, oh my, what an amazing thing it would be!

The girls cavorted in the yard, playing on the swing and climbing the tree as well. It was a hot day with very little breeze, and by mid-afternoon they were a sweaty, filthy mess. Both the rope and the old tire were covered with dust from the garage, and the tree provided even more grime.

Tina turned on a sprinkler and they ran through it, shrieking with laughter. Even after that, however, the three of them were still a sight, streaked with dirt. That’s when Valerie made her suggestion.

“Okay, let’s go,” she said, getting to her feet and clapping her hands to draw the girls’ attention. “Everyone into the jacuzzi, all right? Let’s get you cleaned up!”

Becky and Tina loudly cheered this proposal. Kerie and I had no idea, though, what Valerie was referring to. I hadn’t seen a hot tub anywhere. Certainly there wasn’t one outside.

That’s because it wasn’t outside — it was inside, up on the third floor in the master bedroom suite. Their historic home, more than a century old, had been fully remodeled to include the most modern touches while still retaining all its quaint and elegant charm.

Before going inside, the girls were made to strip, then rinse and dry their feet. “I won’t have you tracking mud in the house,” Valerie scolded, a smile on her face.

I was smiling too, watching them take off everything they wore, leaving their clothes in a heap on the veranda. Valerie brought out a bucket of warm water and a towel so they could clean their feet and hands, if nothing else. I stood to the side, admiring the view: a trio of naked girls, 8, 10, and 15 years old. So alluring. The backyard was extensive, the fence was high, and there were plenty of tall trees and shrubs — nevertheless, if a pedophile neighbor wanted a quick peek, it was available.

But not for long. The little ones were too eager. Becky and Kerie rapidly took care of their business, then dashed inside, giggling like maniacs. Tina was not far behind.

Pointing to the pile of dirty clothes, Valerie said, “We can leave those for now. I’ll take care of it later. Come on.”

She took my arm, and we went inside. The girls were pounding up the stairs, making enough noise for a dozen kids, it sounded like. We followed more slowly and definitely more quietly.

I began to say something polite about not wanting to impose, but this was, of course, instantly shushed. “Oh, you know you’re like family to us,” said Valerie, “especially after what we’ve just been talking about. Our house is your house, all right?”

“All right,” I nodded, squeezing her arm.

When we entered the extra-large bathroom, we found the water had already been turned on and was gradually rising in the jacuzzi. In fact, it wasn’t all that gradual. Evidently the plumbing was such that it was able to fill the tub within only a minute or two.

Before it was half full, naturally, the little kids had jumped inside. As Valerie was pouring in some bubble bath, Tina whispered in my ear, “There’s something else I didn’t tell you about. Another secret.”

“What is it?” I asked.

“You’ll see,” she winked, then hopped into the tub with the younger girls.

“Let’s join them,” Valerie smiled, as she started taking off her clothes. “There’s plenty of room.”

“Well, okay, sure.” I wasn’t about to object this time. Getting naked with three young girls and a sexy woman? You bet!

I’d left my sandals outside, so all I had to do was remove my top, my bra, my shorts and my panties. That didn’t take long.

Valerie stripped quickly too. As she did, I examined her lithe figure. For someone in her mid-forties, the woman was in great shape. Yes, her boobs and belly sagged a bit, but her muscles were firm and well-defined. Obviously she worked out a lot.

She caught me studying her and leered, raising her eyebrows and licking her lips. I blushed and looked away. With a friendly laugh, Valerie took my hand, helping me into the tub.

The water was warm and fizzy, bubbly and aromatic. It felt like a dream, easing down into the slippery sudsy foam, surrounded by nude feminine bodies. The tub was designed for four but held five easily enough, especially with two being little girls. Still, we were rubbing up against each other. We couldn’t prevent that — nor did I want to! — and nor, it seemed, did anyone else.

We slid joyfully together, grinning and giggling as we swayed with the motion of the jacuzzi jets, arms and legs overlapping, intertwining. For the first several minutes we simply luxuriated in the decadent pleasure of the experience, but then Valerie said, in an oddly husky voice, “All right, girls, it’s time for you to wash each other now.”

“Okay,” Tina nodded, as she got to her feet. She stood in the center of the bath, suds and water sluicing off her slim form. The bubbles came to the tops of her thighs. What an incredibly beautiful body she had.

The teen reached over to a liquid soap container sitting on the ledge and pumped some into her palm. Her little sister Becky stood up next to her and did the same. Then they began to rub the soap on each other, all over.

Kerie was on my lap. Valerie was seated across the tub from me, her bare bosom just above the surface of the water. With Becky and Tina standing between us, my view of the woman was somewhat obscured. But as her daughters spread creamy lather on one another’s nude bodies, paying special attention, it seemed, to boobies and bottoms, I caught a wink and a nod from Tina. That’s when I realized what was going on: Valerie was masturbating.

By leaning a little to one side, I could see her face. The brunette’s cheeks were flushed, her eyes hooded, lips parted. She appeared to be breathing heavily. I couldn’t tell for sure what her hands were doing, since they were hidden beneath the foam, but by the movement of the muscles in her arms and from her overall reaction, it was clear what was happening.

I had no idea whether Becky really understood what her mom was up to, but Tina obviously did. Evidently something like this had taken place before, perhaps many times, sort of a private erotic ritual. The girls would rub their soapy hands on each other, and their mother would play with herself as she watched them. I wondered, though, how far it might go. Would she actually reach orgasm?

She sure did. Only a few seconds after I’d had that thought, I heard a soft gasp, and saw Valerie’s eyes squeeze shut. She jerked forward, her face in a grimace. Following a few more jerks and muffled groans, the woman relaxed, letting out a long sigh as she slid down a little lower in the jacuzzi. With her eyes still closed, a smile on her lips, her hands came up to cover her breasts, gently massaging.

“Okay, that’s it, we’re done,” said Tina to Becky. “Let’s rinse off now.”

The sisters dipped down into the bubbly water, rinsing the soap away, then took seats again, grinning happily.

“Let’s do that too, Mommy,” said Kerie, as she turned on my lap to look at me. “I’ll wash you and you wash me, okay?”

I liked that idea. We stood up in the tub and I lathered my daughter all over, then she did the same with me. It definitely turned me on — but I also felt kind of giddy, carried away by the novelty of where we were and what we were doing — and soon found myself giggling uncontrollably. It was contagious. The others caught the fever, and we all ended up laughing and whooping and splashing each other, making a sloppy mess of Valerie’s sumptuous bathroom suite.

As we were drying off a few minutes later, using big thick towels, Becky said, “Mom, can Kerie stay here tonight, for a sleepover? She can sleep in my room, okay? Please?”

“Sure, that’s fine with me,” her mother smiled, “as long as Kerie wants to and Shelly says it’s okay.”

I shrugged. “It’s fine with me too. We don’t have any other plans. Kerie, you want to do that? Stay here tonight for a sleepover?”

Of course she wanted to.

The two little girls jumped up and down, squealing with excitement, their lovely naked bodies still glowing from the warm water of the bath. I admired the tempting display, squeezing my thighs together and rubbing the towel over my erect nipples while pretending to dry myself. Then something occurred to me.

“Um, she, Kerie doesn’t have anything to wear. Her dirty clothes are all downstairs. Could she borrow something from Becky?”

“Certainly,” Valerie nodded. “That’s no problem at all.”

“Come on,” said Becky, grabbing Kerie’s hand. Dropping their towels on the floor, the kids raced off to Becky’s room.

“I’ll go help ‘em,” said Tina. “Um, unless you want me to, you know, stay and clean up the bathroom.”

“No, that’s all right,” Valerie winked. “You go on. I know you’ll enjoy helping them.”

“Thanks!” With a jubilant grin, Tina handed her towel to her mother, kissing her cheek, then hurried out to join the younger girls.

For once, Valerie allowed me to do some work, assisting her in rinsing out the tub and wiping up the soapy water we’d splashed all over the place. After that, we both put our clothes back on, then gathered up the towels and went down to the floor below.

The door to Becky’s bedroom was open. We stopped to enjoy the view for a minute. It was arousing and humorous at the same time. Shorts and skirts and tops and panties were scattered everywhere — on the floor, on the bed, on the dresser — it looked like a bomb had gone off. Tina, Becky, and Kerie, all three still naked, were chattering and giggling, debating what Kerie should wear.

“Hey, kids,” said Valerie, “since Kerie is our guest, she can choose anything she wants for dinner, all right? Honey, what do you think you’d like?”

“Um…” my little girl put her hand to her mouth, frowning in thought. “I think, maybe… hot dogs and ice cream. Is that okay?”

“Of course it is, darling. It’s just fine,” Valerie chuckled.

Not exactly the most nutritious meal, I said to myself, rolling my eyes. But whatever. Valerie took my arm and we headed down to take care of the laundry and get started on dinner.

“You‘ll stay too, won’t you?” she said to me. “I need to run to the store for hot dog buns, and you can come along then join us for dinner. Please say you will.”

“Okay, I will,” I smiled. “Thank you.”

I would gladly stay for supper — but what would happen after that? Would I be invited to spend the night with them as well? Nothing had been mentioned about it yet, but I hoped I would!

Continue on to Chapter 22

By Naughty Mommy

By Naughty Mommy

By Naughty Mommy

By Naughty Mommy

“Is this their house?”

“Uh-huh, it sure is.”

I held my daughter’s hand as we walked up the steps, Kerie gawking the whole way. Compared to our small bungalow, this three-story Victorian must have looked to her like a castle.

Tina opened the extra-wide front door with its etched glass window before we’d even reached it.

“Hi!” the cute brunette beamed, her hair in a ponytail. “Come on in!”

We entered the foyer and she closed the door behind us.

“Tina, this is my daughter, Kerie,” I said. “Kerie, this is Tina Knight, one of the, uh, students at my school.”

“Oh, yeah, um, hi,” Kerie grinned, somewhat bashfully. She knew Tina was the girl I’d had oral sex with a few days earlier, and perhaps was trying to picture that.

“Hi, Kerie, it’s good to meet you,” said Tina. “I like that pretty dress.”

“Thank you.”

I’d asked Kerie to wear something special to dinner that night in place of her typical shorts and t-shirt. She was in a lovely blue satin dress with white lace trim, along with white tights and black patent leather shoes.

Taking Kerie’s hand, Tina said, “Come on, I’ll introduce you to my mom and my sister,” and took her back through the house toward the kitchen.

I followed just behind, admiring Tina’s slim legs and her sexy butt. She wore sandals, a tight tank top, and denim short-shorts — so short the edges of her cheeks were showing.

The aromas from the kitchen were nearly as alluring as the teen’s derriere. I couldn’t identify all the scents, but certainly garlic, olive oil, and tomato sauce were among them. It made my mouth water.

Tina pushed open the swinging door. “Mom? They’re here!”

“Oh, wonderful!” exclaimed Valerie, wiping her hands on a towel. “Come in, it’s so good to see you again.”

The woman took my hand in one of hers, placing the other on my shoulder, squeezing warmly as she kissed my cheek. She was in a sleeveless scarlet blouse, tucked in but unbuttoned halfway down to show tanned cleavage, and wore form-fitting caramel slacks cinched with a narrow black belt, along with black heels.

I returned the kiss. “Hi, Valerie, it’s good to see you too. Thanks so much for inviting us.”

“You’re welcome, of course. We’re very glad to have you.” She turned to Kerie. “And who is this little beauty? I don’t think I’ve ever seen a prettier girl!”

Kerie smiled and blushed, twisting side to side, enjoying the compliment but obviously embarrassed.

“This is my daughter, Kerie,” I said. “Kerie, this is Ms. Knight. Please say hello to her.”

“Um, hello.”

Valerie knelt in front of Kerie, taking both her hands in hers. “You are just too adorable. I’m so happy you and your mommy have come for dinner with us tonight. And I love that pretty blue dress.”

“Thank you.”

As Valerie and Kerie chatted briefly, I glanced at Becky, standing off to the side. I winked at the angelic blonde. She wore a frilly apron over a pair of denim shorts trimmed in eyelet. Her top appeared to be a snug white shirt, or perhaps a leotard. The apron covered most of it and I was eager for Becky to take that off, hoping I might then have a nice view of her developing chest.

Standing up, Valerie said to Kerie, “I’d like you to meet my other daughter. This is Becky. Becky, say hi to Kerie.”

“Hi,” Becky mumbled.

The two little girls sized each other up. I was concerned at first that their two-year age difference — Becky was nearly 11, Kerie only 8 and a half — might keep them from becoming friends, though ultimately it didn’t. For now, though, they gazed at one another warily.

“Everything’s just about ready,” said Valerie, “but we have a few minutes to relax first. Come, let’s go in the living room and sit down.”

Becky did take off her apron then — hurray! — and I got to see what I’d hoped to see. The thin white material of the leotard hid almost nothing. It clung to the girl, clearly outlining small buds capped by puffy nipples. Even the dark pink color of her nipples was visible through it. I wasn’t sure I’d ever allow Kerie to wear anything quite so revealing in front of guests, but I was happy Valerie had!

As Kerie and I took seats on the sofa, Valerie said to me, “Would you like an aperitivo? Perhaps a Campari Soda?”

“Is that, uh, what you’re going to have?”

“Yes, I think I will.”

“All right, that sounds nice. Thank you.” I’d never had one, but it should be worth trying.

“How about you, honey?” she asked Kerie. “Would you like some juice? Or maybe a Coke?”

“Um, yeah, I guess a Coke, please.”

It made me proud to see my daughter using good manners. I patted her leg and smiled at her.

“Tina, you can help me with the drinks,” said Valerie. “Becky, why don’t you stay here and get better acquainted, okay?”

“Okay.”

After a moment’s hesitation, the beautiful girl sat down beside Kerie. She perched on the edge of the sofa, half-facing toward us, smiling prettily.

I couldn’t tear my eyes away from Becky’s chest. Did she notice how I was staring at her? Did I care about that? I did not! I ogled the young blonde, mentally undressing her, making love to her. She either had no idea what I was doing or it didn’t bother her. Perhaps she was used to being stared at so salaciously.

“What grade are you in?” she asked Kerie.

“Um, third. What grade are you in?”

“Fifth. Do you like school? ‘Cuz I hate it.”

“Me too,” Kerie giggled. “I hate it.”

“I like some stuff, I guess,” said Becky, “but most of it’s just stupid.”

“Yeah, it’s stupid,” Kerie agreed.

It occurred to me that I ought to correct these insolent children, explain to them the value of a good education — but wisely refrained. It was nice to see the girls beginning to form a bond, whether or not I approved of what they were saying.

Tina and Valerie returned with our drinks. After sitting and talking and sipping for several minutes, we moved into the formal dining room, to a table set with china, silver, and crystal.

The first course was Pasta e Fagioli, absolutely delicious, served with crusty rolls. Then came small plates of Gnocchi Gorgonzola, even more delicious. Valerie brought out a bottle of Pinot Grigio, which she and I enjoyed with the first two courses. Tina was allowed a glass as well. The kids both drank Cokes.

By the time the Eggplant Parmigiana was served, I was already feeling stuffed. But it was so wonderful — hot and steamy from the oven, drenched in a rich cheesy tomato sauce flavored with basil — that I actually asked for seconds. I like to think I’m a fairly good cook, but next to Valerie I’m an amateur. The Chianti she poured with the dish was a perfect complement. All in all, it was a magnificent meal, one of the best I’ve ever had.

When I was finally done, I sat back in my chair, grinning goofily as I patted my full belly. Between the wine, the food, and so many attractive feminine faces surrounding me, I felt a little giddy. What a great night!

“Did you save room for dessert?” Valerie asked.

“No, sorry, I sure didn’t,” I chuckled, shaking my head. “Not a speck of room in there. But you can ask me later — like maybe in a week or two.”

She laughed with me, and we got up from the table.

“Can I help you with the dishes?” I offered.

“Thank you, that’s very sweet, but the girls will take care of it. Kerie, would you be a darling and give Becky and Tina a hand with the cleanup? That way your mommy and I can talk for a while.”

Kerie nodded cheerfully, “Sure, okay,” and set right to work helping clear the table. Valerie took my arm and led me back into the living room.

“They’ll bring coffee in a few minutes,” Valerie said, “as soon as it’s brewed. That is, if you’d like some.”

“Yes, I would. Thank you.”

“Now, let’s you and I get comfortable.”

We sat down side by side on the brocade sofa. I wondered momentarily if this was where Valerie and Tina watched lesbian porn and masturbated together — but then I realized there was no TV that I could see. It must be another room where that took place, perhaps upstairs somewhere.

Valerie slipped out of her black pumps and tucked one foot up under herself, turning toward me, placing a hand on my shoulder, gently caressing.

I crossed my legs and smiled at her. My peep toe heels had straps and weren’t that easy to remove, so I left them on. Anyway, I liked the way I looked, seductively swinging my leg with the sexy shoe in front of the woman. The tight skirt I wore came to mid-thigh. As I’ve said, I don’t really think I have the shapeliest legs, but I enjoy showing skin under the right circumstances. I hoped these were the right circumstances.

“That daughter of yours is a living doll,” Valerie said, “as I knew she would be. So cute, so polite, so smart. Just adorable in every way.”

“Oh, thank you. I appreciate that. I think your girls are pretty amazing too. Tina is, well, Tina’s really special. And Becky, she’s almost impossibly beautiful. She’s… I just… I can’t stop looking at her.”

That was more of an admission than perhaps I should have made. My inhibitions had been lowered a lot that evening. Luckily Valerie didn’t seem offended.

“Yes,” she chuckled, “I can see you’re drawn to her. I saw that the first day you were here, when you first met her.”

I swallowed hard. Was it really that obvious? It seems I needed to be much more careful. “I, um, I…”

She patted my shoulder. “It’s all right, don’t worry. It’s normal to show interest in an appealing young girl like Becky. All of us are… pulled in that direction sometimes, I think. I know I have been at certain times with certain girls. That’s just how we’re built.”

It was hard to believe what I was hearing — if I really was hearing it.

“Ah, well,” I stammered, “okay, I, I guess I know what you mean.”

“Of course you do.”

The woman let her hand slide slowly down from my shoulder until it rested on my forearm, where she gave me a squeeze. “I know a lot about you, Shelly,” she said, in a soft voice, “more than you can imagine.”

“You — you do?”

My heart was beating fast. Was Valerie saying she knew all about me and Tina, the things I’d done with her daughter? Or even worse, about Kerie and me, what I’d done with my own daughter?

“You probably think it’s strange,” she went on, “that I, you know, that I came on so fast with you. Wanting to be friends right away, and so on.”

“Yes, well, I, frankly I have been wondering about that.”

Perhaps I wasn’t being accused. Maybe this was going in a different direction. I began to relax a bit.

“What can I say?” Valerie smiled. “I could just tell, right from the start. I had a special feeling about you, Shelly, that the two of us would become friends, good friends.”

“You did?”

“Mm-hm…” she leaned back, chuckling. “My grandmother on my mother’s side, Mama Luna, called it second sight. She was from the old country, an Italian immigrant, came here from Napoli with her parents when she was 10 years old. I’m not sure I really believe in all that stuff, of course, but she certainly did. Anyway, I had a very strong feeling about you from the moment we met. And I was right, wasn’t I?”

“I…”

Just then Kerie came into the room, carrying a small silver tray that held two cups and saucers. She set it down on the low table in front of us. Becky was just behind her, bearing a larger tray with a coffee pot along with cream and sugar. The coffee smelled divine.

The girls served us — and once again I simply couldn’t take my eyes off Becky’s chest, her beautiful buds so temptingly displayed, almost as if the thin white leotard wasn’t there at all.

“Thank you so much, darlings,” Valerie said.

“You’re welcome,” the kids replied in chorus, giggling at the harmony they made.

“How’s the cleanup duty coming?”

“It’s all done,” Becky answered brightly. “Tina’s just starting the dishwasher.”

“All right, that’s good. Do you want to go upstairs and play now?”

“Uh-huh,” she nodded, then to Kerie, “Come on, I’ll show you my room.” They turned and raced up the stairs, laughing with delight. No use worrying anymore if the two would become friends.

Tina joined us a few minutes later in the living room. She sat for a short while, listening to the conversation, occasionally contributing, but then excused herself, saying she was going to go up and check on the little girls. Perhaps she sensed that her mom wanted more time alone with me.

Over the next hour or so, as we drank our coffee, I told Valerie my story and she told me hers. And you know what? She was right. It felt as if she and I were somehow destined to become good friends.

Even though this woman was nearly old enough to be my mother (though she looked a lot younger than that), and although our backgrounds were rather different, we really had a great deal in common. It was the way we thought about things, our attitudes toward life, the things that made us laugh. She and I laughed a lot that night, finding a shared sense of humor.

I learned that Valerie was the youngest child within a large family, the ‘spoiled brat’, as she put it. She had four brothers and one sister, and had been raised in relative wealth on Long Island. Her parents, who were already fairly old by the time she was born, had passed away some years earlier, both of natural causes.

As we talked and grew more familiar, Valerie loosened up, her language and manner becoming less formal. This was a side of her I hadn’t seen before, more down to earth and plain speaking. I liked it very much. Yet she also could be extremely sensitive and caring, deeply emotional. She was a woman of many facets.

After I’d finished my long recitation about getting pregnant while still in high school, making the decision to give birth without getting married, then bringing Kerie up amid so much generosity and love and support from my mother and father and from my sister Jae — only to later lose both parents in a senseless auto accident — I found Valerie wiping tears from her eyes.

“Oh my god, thank you for sharing that with me. Damn, what a terrible thing. And yet what a wonderful thing too. I mean your courage, Shelly, to have the baby, the darling Kerie, and to raise her with such love in your heart and such love all around you. It’s just beautiful.”

My eyes were wet now as well. “Thank you for listening,” I said.

We held hands, squeezing tightly.

After a minute or two of sitting together quietly without speaking, Valerie took a deep breath and let it out, then said, “As for me, well, I waited a long time before I got married. Oh, I played around with boys, of course, and more than once with girls too. I had my fun, don’t worry about that, plenty of it.”

“Glad to hear it,” I grinned.

“Yeah. But I really wanted to get an education first, and I didn’t get married until later. I trained as a lawyer, if you can believe that, actually passed the bar, then practiced for a couple of years while waiting for the right man to come along.”

“Wow, you’re an attorney?”

“Yes, I suppose I am — though all that seems like a long time ago now, another life. Anyway, the right man finally did come along, or so I believed, when I was 29 years old. It turned out, however, that while I may have thought he was the right man for me, I was not the right woman for him. But really, no one could have been.”

“What do you mean?” I asked, wondering if he might have been gay.

“See, Gabe was the kind of man who needed more than any one woman could give, or he thought he did. We settled down and had our two girls, but by the time Rebecca was born, it was clear to me our marriage was basically one-sided as far as fidelity was concerned. The man simply couldn’t keep his dick in his pants. He always had to have something new. When Gabe wasn’t chasing after new companies to buy, he was chasing young tail.”

“Oh…”

“I threatened to leave him, of course, time and again. At last, though, I decided just to put up with it. Now, you might think it’s wrong to compromise like that, but on the other hand, I was getting what I wanted. I had a nice home, two beautiful daughters, plenty of money to spend, and all I had to do was look the other way.”

“Okay,” I shrugged. Who was I to judge?

“Plus, the situation eventually took care of itself,” said Valerie. “Gabe was quite a lot older than me, and about six years ago, just after he turned 59 — bang, he had a heart attack and died.”

“Wow. Just like that?”

“Just like that. And then I inherited everything he had. Well, half of it, actually. The other half is split between the two girls, in trust funds. They can’t touch it now, but they’ll have more than enough later. I set it all up myself, wrote the wills, established the trust funds for them. My husband and I had sort of an agreement: as long as I let him carry on with his philandering and didn’t complain too much, he let me run the house and take care of all our finances, investments, and so on. Of course, he thought he’d live forever and never gave much thought to what his will said. And now, here we are.”

I nodded slowly. “That’s a pretty amazing story. I really admire you for doing what you had to do, taking care of your children the way you did. It’s impressive.”

“Thanks.” She patted my knee. “But anyway, I’ve been going on for long enough, talking your ear off. Think you might be able to stand a bite of dessert at this point?”

“Knowing how well you cook? Just try and stop me.”

After Valerie slipped her heels back on, we got to our feet. Taking my hand, she winked and said, “Let’s go up first and see what kind of mischief the kids have got into, shall we?”

“All right.”

The stairs were wide enough that we could walk side by side, holding hands, fingers knitted. It felt almost as though she and I were girlfriends, teenage sweethearts. I liked the feeling.

“There are two bedrooms on this floor,” she said, as we reached the top of the stairs, “and two more on the third floor. Mine is up there, Becky’s and Tina’s are here. There’s a parlor on this floor too, sort of a family room where we watch TV and things.”

Aha, I thought, so that must be where their late-night masturbation sessions take place. Very nice.

Valerie stopped at one of the closed doors. We could hear giggling and girls’ voices behind it. She knocked, then opened the door.

“Hi, Mom,” said Becky, showing a radiant smile. “We’re doing a fashion show.”

My jaw dropped. A smile was not the only thing the gorgeous 10-year-old was showing. She was barefoot and wearing a short pleated skirt — but no top at all. In her hand the girl held a shirt, which she’d either just taken off or was about to put on. I wasn’t sure which, and didn’t really care. My eyes were fastened to her chest, to those mouthwatering buds, now fully revealed.

“A fashion show, huh?” said Valerie as she squeezed my hand. “Sounds like fun.”

When I got my wits together enough to close my gaping and nearly drooling mouth, I discovered that my daughter Kerie was semi-nude as well. She wore a flowered pastel blouse, only halfway buttoned, and nothing else. Her buckle shoes and white tights were off, her undies too. I could see Kerie’s puffy slit, as could everyone else.

A pile of clothes covered the bed. Various other items were strewn across the floor. Of the three girls, Tina was the least disrobed, though still enticingly attired in a barely-there crop top with no bra, her stiff nipples poking through, and a pair of bikini panties. She was also the only one blushing to be found that way.

“Um, I hope you don’t mind,” said Tina, looking nervously in my direction. “We just, you know, were kind of…”

“Oh, don’t worry, honey. It’s not a problem,” Valerie assured her, speaking for me — a good thing, because I was speechless. “Shelly and I expected you kids to play some games up here. I’m sure she’s fine with it, aren’t you?”

“Yeah, fine,” I managed to say, nodding weakly.

“Anyway, you can go on with your fashion show if you want,” said Valerie. “We’d love to watch. Or, if you prefer, we can go downstairs now and have dessert. That’s what we came up to get you for.”

“No,” I blurted suddenly. “Do the fashion show, more of it. I’m not… I’m not that hungry. We can have dessert later.”

“All right,” the older woman chuckled, patting my arm. “So now you girls have an audience.”

She led me to a padded window seat. After picking up a teddy bear and pushing aside some quilted cushions, making room for us, Valerie sat down and I sat beside her.

“Let’s see the show,” she nodded to the girls.

“Okay,” Becky grinned. “I was gonna be next, then Tina, and after that it’s Kerie’s turn again.”

The young blonde took the shirt she was holding and pulled it over her head, tucking it into the elastic waist of the pleated skirt. She found some lacy ankle socks near her on the floor, and plopped down to put them on. I was pleased to see that Becky made no effort at being modest as she did that, letting her legs splay open, showing us her white panties.

Staring at the child’s crotch, I crossed my own legs, squeezing my thighs together. I was feeling extremely turned on. Valerie gently rubbed my arm.

Over the next half hour, we had the pleasure of seeing each girl model three or four different outfits. Along the way, of course, we also got to watch them change right in front of us with every round, taking off tops and panties, putting other things on. It was a feast for the eyes. I uncrossed and recrossed my legs several times and could feel my panties becoming increasingly wet.

As our pretty daughters strutted and posed, showing off their forms, Valerie and I gave them plenty of adulation, enthusiastically cheering. Finally, after Kerie had modeled one of Becky’s little nighties, Valerie finished clapping, then patted my knee, saying, “You may not have much of a sweet tooth, Shelly, but I certainly do. Come on, I want some dessert now.”

“Oh, I do have a sweet tooth,” I grinned, giving Tina a saucy look. “I love sweet things.” The teenager blushed, apparently catching my double meaning. Whether her mother did or not, I don’t know.

Our final course was Torta Caprese al Limone, according to Valerie. I couldn’t pronounce the words the way she did, but I sure enjoyed eating that special treat. She and I also had shots of Anisette, the perfect wrap-up to a scintillating evening.

Then at last it was time for us to go. The girls and their mom walked us to the door where Kerie and I profusely thanked them, exchanging kisses and hugs all around. We walked down the steps, waving, and started home.

As we drove, I reached across, sliding my hand under my daughter’s dress, between her legs. I rubbed her there, stroking her pussy through her panties and tights. This was something I’d never done before, fondling her so boldly in the car. I was nearly insane with lust. Kerie giggled, opening her legs wide.

Once inside the house, I couldn’t even wait to reach the bedroom. No sooner was the front door closed than I scooped her up, carrying her a few steps to the sofa. I quickly undressed Kerie, then started removing my own clothes. We used no words and needed none. Our desire for each other said everything.

Kerie lay on her back watching me strip, blue eyes hooded, legs spread apart, a hand massaging her clit. Clearly the sweet child was just as aroused as I was, eager for sex with her mom.

I climbed naked on top of her, taking Kerie in my arms and shoving my tongue in her mouth, grinding my cunt against her bald mound. I came very quickly, in what seemed like less than thirty seconds. It took only a minute or two longer to bring my little girl to orgasm as I continued fucking her with my pussy.

We huffed and panted a short while, catching our breath, then were off and running again. I made her come a second time, and soon experienced another powerful climax of my own.

After that, I picked my darling beauty up and took her down the hall to the bedroom. She wanted to be on top this time, lifting my leg and humping her cute pussy against mine, first bringing me twice, then reaching climax herself.

Oral sex was next on the program. I ate Kerie, and she ate me. Mother and daughter came in each other’s mouths, both more than once. She and I finished with a long session of kissing, licking tasty juices from our lips, before falling blissfully to sleep.

Continue on to Chapter 18