Juicy Secrets Forbidden Tales of Lesbian Love

By Naughty Mommy

Jae shut her bedroom door. She turned to look at me, dark eyes shining, face alive with excitement. “This is pretty hot, huh? A pair of sisters about to have sex for the first time?”

“Yeah, I guess it is,” I giggled.

I was drunk enough on vodka and on wine — not to mention lust — to feel eagerness and nothing else. No fear, no shame, no creeping doubts. All I wanted was Jae. I stepped toward her, my arms out, but she stopped me.

“Hold on. I want to set the scene first.”

A large flat panel TV was mounted on the wall facing the queen-size bed. Jae placed a DVD in a player, punched some buttons on a remote, and the screen lit up with lesbian porn. It was an orgy scene, half a dozen naked women and girls, some appearing very young, engaging in every imaginable act with each other.

She took a crimson scarf from a drawer which she draped over the lamp by the bed — the only light that was on — giving it a lurid tinge. The drapes were closed, the room now in semi-darkness. From the same drawer, she removed a stick of incense, setting it in a holder and lighting it.

After sorting quickly through her CD collection and finding the one she wanted — the cover said Symphonic Tango — she popped it into a portable stereo. Pressing another button on the remote, Jae muted the sound on the video, then started the CD. Lush, seductive music filled the room.

Jae turned to me again, beaming, obviously proud of the arrangements she’d made. “Now, would you like to dance, my dear?”

My sister was topless, clad only in spike heels and a short leather skirt. Her tanned skin glowed in the dim light. She looked incredibly sexy.

I was still fully dressed — though somewhat rumpled from all our necking downstairs — in my blouse, my bra, silk skirt, and strappy heels. Of course I wasn’t wearing any panties.

Smiling at Jae, I giggled. As drunk as I was, could I manage to dance without falling down? Plus I had absolutely no idea how to do the tango. But I nodded to her, “Yes, I’d like that.”

We didn’t exactly dance, not any recognizable steps at least, but she took me in her arms and we gently swayed together… the sensuous music, the aromatic incense, the images of hot girl-girl sex on the wall screen, and Jae looking deeply into my eyes… it felt like something from a dream, a romantic, erotic, incredibly arousing dream… and then she kissed me. Her lips were soft and moist and warm. I swooned, my head tilting back.

Jae pulled me closer. Her tongue slipped into my mouth. She held me tight, her strong hands stroking my body as we kissed, undulating to the rhythm of the music. I revived enough to grab my sister’s butt, squeezing her cheeks, grinding my crotch against hers. We both moaned, slurping at each other’s mouths and lips.

Pulling slightly away, breathing hard, Jae began to undo the buttons on my blouse, the few that weren’t yet open. I shrugged the garment off my shoulders and it fell away. She reached behind my back, easily unhooking my bra. As it slipped from my breasts, Jae kissed my neck, my throat, my chest, a wave of hot kisses moving downward. She took a nipple into her mouth and sucked.

“Yes!” I gasped, nearly breathless.

I felt a hand reaching under my skirt, between my legs, fingers expertly caressing my sex. I could tell I was soaked.

Jae left my breast. With an arm around my waist, holding firmly, she smiled up at me, taking the hand from under my skirt and bringing it to my lips.

“God, you’re so wet,” she grinned, sliding her fingers into my mouth. I sucked my juices, loving the taste of my own pussy.

Soon we were on the bed. Our shoes were off, along with the rest of our clothes. We were naked. As we rolled together, kissing, groping, grinding, Jae whispered, “I want you to tell me about it.”

“Tell you about what?”

“About Kerie, about licking her pussy. You did it, didn’t you?”

“Yeah, I sure did.”

“And did she lick yours too?”

“Uh-huh, she did. While I, uh, while I sat on her face.”

“That is so fucking hot. Tell me all about it, okay?”

And so I did. I told her how I’d lay on the bed with my daughter, my 8-year-old little girl, and spread her legs, kissing her labia, slipping my tongue into her vagina, sucking her sweet clit, making her come. While I described everything I’d done, Jae and I masturbated one another, lying side by side, looking into each other’s eyes, sometimes kissing.

My sister’s erect clitoris felt huge beneath my fingers, much larger than mine would ever get. I rubbed her there, and slid my hand between her slippery lips as well, dipping inside her cunt. She did the same with me.

I wasn’t close enough yet, but when I reached the part of the story where Kerie came in my mouth, Jae climaxed. It was so exciting to watch, her face in a grimace, eyes squeezed tightly shut, groaning and straining as the orgasm surged through her.

No sooner had she finished than she opened her eyes and said, “Do me, okay? Do me the way you did her.” She turned onto her back, pushing me down between her legs. “Just like — just like you’re my mom, and I’m your little girl. Do me like that. Eat your little girl, Mommy, make me come.”

“All right,” I nodded, and together we fulfilled one of Jae’s favorite fantasies, having our mother lick her pussy.

She opened her legs wide. Her labia were parted, gooey, sticky moisture gleaming within. I took a deep breath, inhaling her scent, then licked my lips and began eating my sister.

Her taste was strong, more earthy than Kerie’s or Tina’s or mine. Salty, tangy, slightly bitter, but oh so delicious. I loved it.

It wasn’t long until she came — not because I’m an expert at pussy licking, but because Jae was so turned on. As I kissed and licked and sucked, she called me Mommy, saying how much she needed me, wanted me. She held my head, pulling me against her, guiding me. Within only a minute or two, she was crying out, coming in my mouth.

A short rest was all she needed. Still panting, trembling, Jae soon pulled me up. “Sit on my face,” she said, “like you did with Kerie.”

“Okay.” I mounted her, spreading my pussy lips apart, just as I’d done with my little girl, showing myself to her.

“Look at Mommy,” I said. “Look at Mommy’s cunt. You want to lick me, baby girl, put your tongue inside me?”

“Oh my god, yes!”

I rode Jae’s tongue, as I’d ridden Kerie’s, and I came explosively. Jae held me tight, not letting me go, and kept licking, eating, sucking until I climaxed a second time.

By then, it was too intense, the sensations so acute I couldn’t take any more. I finished and rolled off her, collapsing onto the bed, both hands clamped between my legs.

She laughed, kissing my cheek, and then waited, letting me recover — but only briefly. After less than a minute, Jae was on top of me again, kissing and grinding.

My sister was ravenous that night. She simply couldn’t get enough of me, of my body, of incestuous sex, and I felt the same. It was so thrilling to be with her, touching and licking each other everywhere, probing, exploring, doing anything we wanted, exploring all our dirtiest fantasies, coming again and again.

Some time later, I don’t know how long it was — two hours, three hours? — we were finally spent, exhausted, drenched with sweat, covered in pussy juice. The DVD had long since concluded, the music CD ended, the incense burned out.

We lay together side by side, panting. It had been an amazing, unforgettable first time for us.

“Thank you,” I whispered. “That was… so great.”

She found my hand and squeezed it. “Yeah, I know. It was.”

Then I thought of something and decided to tell Jae about it. I considered turning onto my side to face her, but my muscles felt too weak, completely worn out. It was all I could do to slowly turn my head.

“Hey, um, you know what?” I began.

“What?”

“I want to tell you kind of a secret.”

“Okay.”

“It’s about, uh, Tina and her mother, Valerie. Something they do.”

“Okay.”

I chuckled. “Having that DVD on tonight, sort of watching it with you, made me think about it. ‘Cause, um, that’s what they do too. They watch porn, lesbian porn, and they masturbate with each other.”

Jae’s eyes had been closed, but now she opened them and turned to me. “Really?”

“Uh-huh.”

“And she told you?”

“Yep, she did.”

“Wow,” she grinned. “Mothers and daughters watching porn and masturbating together… moms having sex with their little girls… it’s a pretty wild world, isn’t it?”

“Yeah, I guess it is.”

We were quiet for a moment or two, but then she said, “Hmm, I wonder.”

“What.”

“You said Kerie was at a sleepover tonight with Melissa, right? At Rose’s house?”

“Uh-huh,” I nodded.

“Well, do you think those two got up to anything with each other? Kerie and Melissa?”

I shrugged. “Probably they did. I mean, you heard her tell me about the things they did last weekend at our house. Kind of trying to trib and stuff, although it didn’t really work. I’m sure they played some games like that in bed.”

“Yeah, but I wonder if Kerie might have tried something else with her tonight, something new. You know, like oral sex.”

“Ooh, I don’t know. Maybe.”

Again we paused, both of us thinking. I began picturing my daughter with cute little Melissa, licking the child’s pussy. Soon I felt a stir between my legs. The idea was definitely turning me on. I was still too wiped out to do much about it, but I did clench my thighs, stimulating my clit.

Jae squeezed my hand again. “Let’s get in bed, okay? I’ll turn out the light. It’s awful late.”

“Okay.”

Somehow I managed to push myself up to a sitting position, groaning with the effort, then got shakily to my feet. I helped Jae open the bed, pulling back the covers. She switched off the lamp and we climbed in.

We cuddled, kissing a few times, but soon fell fast asleep.

 

When I finally awoke, sunlight was streaming in the window. Jae wasn’t there, but I smelled coffee. Mmm, it smelled so delicious, so tempting.

I yawned, stretched, then raised my head and looked around for a clock before remembering that Jae didn’t keep one in her room. She always used her smart phone to tell the time and to wake her if she needed an alarm.

Sitting up in bed, I stretched again, feeling rested, content, happy, and… something else. I felt bawdy, wanton, slutty, but in the best possible way. I’d had sex, great sex, amazing sex, so much sex. I’d given, taken, and enjoyed more orgasms than I could count. My pussy certainly was sore enough to prove that. It made me smile.

I looked down at my body. A little too flabby, boobs sagging more than I’d like, cellulite on my thighs and butt, a woman’s body heading quickly toward middle age — and yet capable of doing such wonderful things. All in all, I’d take it.

“Yep,” I said out loud. “I wouldn’t trade my life for anyone’s. Even with these floppy tits. Nice nipples anyway. Kerie likes sucking them. So do Jae, and Tina. And —”

“Who are you talking to?”

It was my sister, standing at the bedroom door, wearing a robe, holding two cups of coffee. I hadn’t heard her come upstairs.

“No one,” I chuckled, “just myself. Congratulating myself on having a woman’s body that loves to fuck.”

“Oh, okay,” she grinned. “That’s a good thing to think about, I guess.”

After handing a mug to me, Jae sat on the side of the bed, sipping from her own.

I closed my eyes, inhaling deeply, reveling in the rich aroma, then taking a sip. It was extremely good coffee, high quality, much more expensive than the kind I would usually buy.

“Wow, this is perfect, just what I needed. Thank you.”

“You’re welcome.”

“What time is it?” I asked.

“Almost noon.”

“Noon?!! Are you kidding me?”

“No,” she laughed, “I’m not kidding.”

“Why did you let me sleep so late?”

“Well, you were tired. You needed it. I didn’t get up myself until maybe half an hour ago. After all, we were up until almost four in the morning.”

“That late? Were we really?”

“Uh-huh, we were. You’re a woman who loves to fuck, and so am I.”

We both laughed, enjoying our coffee, our company, our sluttiness.

 

Jae and I showered together that day, something else we hadn’t done since we were kids. It was fun, giggling and teasing and playing like little girls, though some of the things we did in there we had never done as children.

Before getting in the shower, I’d used Jae’s cell phone to call Rose. Mine was downstairs somewhere in my purse, where I’d left it. I apologized to Rose, saying I’d be a bit later than planned to pick up my daughter. She said that was fine. They had nothing special going on that afternoon, and there was no hurry.

I considered going home first to change clothes before retrieving Kerie, but finally decided not to bother. So, in my gauzy blouse and swishy skirt and strappy heels (and no panties), I thanked Jae for a nice dinner and a wonderful evening, kissed her goodbye, then jumped in the car.

Rose asked me inside, insisting I take her up on the cup of coffee I’d declined a few weeks earlier, following Melissa’s birthday party. Actually, it was a drink I’d declined then, not coffee — but it was definitely way too early in the day for that. Plus, I’d drunk plenty the night before and was still feeling the effects of it. I rarely drank that much and wasn’t used to it.

At any rate, Rose practically dragged me into her house and led me back to the kitchen where we chatted while she brewed a fresh pot. The little girls, Kerie and Melissa, were outside, playing on the patio. Kerie saw me through the sliding glass door and waved, shouting, “Hi, Mommy,” and I waved back.

Rose’s older daughter Emily was outside too, lying on a towel beside the pool, wearing a teeny-tiny bikini and working on her tan. When she heard Kerie call to me, the 13-year-old raised her head, looking my way. Our eyes met, and I caught an expression from her that I was sure I hadn’t seen before. It seemed to suggest sexual interest. Was that possible, or was I only imagining things?

“I was hoping Jae might come along with you again,” said Rose, interrupting my reverie. “I like seeing her. ‘Course I’ll see her later tonight, we have another date, so it’s not like a big deal or anything.”

“Yeah, uh, she said she had some things to do today. But I’m sure you’ll have a fun time this evening.”

The coffee was ready by then. Rose poured two cups. “You don’t take milk, do you? Or sugar?”

“No, thanks. I take it black… like my men.”

“What?!” she laughed.

I shook my head, grinning. “Never mind. It’s a line from an old movie.”

“Oh, all right. So would you like to sit outside for a bit? It’s a lovely day.”

“Sure, that would be nice.”

We sat in the shade, or at least I did. Rose pulled her chair over a bit to face the sun. I preferred my vantage point. From where I was seated, I could pretend I was looking at my daughter, which I was, but also in my direct line of sight was Emily’s delicious young body in her barely-there bikini.

As I was taking a seat in the patio chair, I reminded myself to be careful and keep my legs together. No need flashing these kids. But then I thought, hmm, maybe I should. After that look I’d received from Emily, it might not be such a bad idea.

Except — had I really seen that look? Or was I only seeing what I wanted to see? My libido had gone so far out of control in the past month or so that I couldn’t trust myself anymore. It seemed to me that nearly every woman and girl I saw was sending signals of lesbian lust. They couldn’t all be that way, could they?

Rose and I chatted about nothing as we sipped our coffee: shopping, clothes, TV shows. Unlike me, she was a talker. I mostly just listened, gazing at Emily, picturing her naked.

Then, what I was hoping might happen did happen. “Emily, honey, you better turn over now,” said Rose. “I don’t want you to burn.”

The girl nodded, shifting from her tummy onto her back. The bikini bottom snugged up into her crotch, clearly displaying her cleft. A classic camel toe. God, it was really turning me on.

I crossed my legs, squeezing my thighs together. Emily reached down to scratch an itch on her belly, just above her mound. Her fingers lingered there a moment as if she might be tempted to slip them inside the thin fabric and touch herself. Again, that was almost certainly my imagination, but who knows? Maybe it wasn’t.

Slowly, I recrossed my legs, taking my time. None of the girls were looking my way, unfortunately, so my attempt at flashing got no results.

Rose chattered on, the little kids played, and Emily adjusted her top. She still had almost no tits, but I could see her erect nipples poking through. I clenched my thighs again, licking my lips, feeling my clit tingle.

Finally I could stand it no longer. Setting my mug on a table, I got up. “Be right back,” I smiled at Rose. “Gotta visit the ladies’.”

“All right. Would you like some more coffee?”

“No, I’m fine, thank you.”

Inside the house, I found the downstairs bathroom. I locked the door and shoved my hand up under my skirt. I didn’t have to pee, but I did need to come. Even after all that sex the night before, and even with a sore pussy, I absolutely had to masturbate.

I leaned against the counter, eyes closed, one hand holding my pussy lips apart, the other rubbing my clit and fucking my cunt. I fantasized that Emily was in there with me, taking off her bathing suit, letting me see her tiny breasts, her puffy nipples, her mound with hair just beginning to grow.

“Yes, yes,” I whispered, feeling an orgasm quickly starting to build.

Less than a minute later, I was ready. I gritted my teeth, willing myself not to cry out as I came. The climax was strong, though not overpowering. The soreness of my vulva did have a dampening effect.

When I finished, I licked my fingers but chose not to wash my hands. It would be nice to be able to sniff the scent of pussy as I gazed at Emily. I straightened my skirt and blouse, checked my face in the mirror. Hm, a bit flushed. With a tissue, I dabbed some sweat away. All right, that’s good enough.

I unlocked the bathroom door and opened it, then froze. Emily was standing just outside.

The petite girl, less than five feet tall, looked up at me, smiling. She held my eyes a moment, then cocked her head adorably. “I have to go too.”

“Okay,” I nodded and stepped out into the hall, turning to watch Emily enter the bathroom, her little butt wagging. Before closing the door she gave me one more look, and this time I was certain I wasn’t seeing things. There was no question in my mind that Emily had an interest in me, a sexual interest. I took a deep breath, then went back outside.

Kerie and I stayed about a half hour longer. Rose drank a second cup of coffee, but I declined any more. I listened to Rose talk, responding occasionally as I ogled Emily on the towel, smelling my fingers and fantasizing.

 

It was almost 2:30 by the time we got home. Kerie wasn’t hungry since she’d had lunch earlier at Rose’s house, but I wanted something to eat. All I’d had so far that day was coffee, along with a single piece of toast at Jae’s. On the other hand, we’d been invited to dinner that evening at the Knights’ and I didn’t want to spoil my appetite.

I finally decided just to have a cup of yogurt, after changing out of my skirt into shorts and a pullover top.

“Know what, Mommy?” said Kerie, as I sat the kitchen table, spooning my blueberry yogurt.

“What, honey?”

“Melissa said I could tell you now. She said it’s okay.”

“Tell me what?”

“The secret, about Emily and her mom. You know.”

“Oh, well… but what would Emily think about that?” I asked.

“She said it’s okay too. They both said so.”

“They did?”

“Uh-huh, last night in Melissa’s room. Emily came in there too, with us. She came in, um, after we were supposed to be asleep except we weren’t. We were just talking, and then Emily came in. She said if we wanted to we could go hear her mom doing that thing in her bedroom where she watches movies and, you know, masturbates.”

“Wow, really?”

“Yeah. So we went out in the hall and we stood by her door for a minute, um, Ms. Beddingdon’s door, I mean. We could hear stuff, but not really that much. Just some sounds. Then we went back in Melissa’s room. Emily came with us.”

“Okay.” I finished my yogurt and set the container down as I wondered where this was going. “Then what happened?”

“Emily talked about the secret. Before, she hadn’t said anything about it to me, but now she did. She knew I already knew. She knew Melissa told me and she wasn’t mad or anything.”

“That’s good, I’m glad she wasn’t mad. So, what is the secret?”

I had to ask, I couldn’t resist. Ethics be damned.

“It’s about kissing, remember? How her mom kisses Emily.”

“She does?”

“Yeah. She goes in Emily’s room at night sometimes and gets in bed with her and they kiss. She says she’s teaching her how. Same as how you showed me, I guess.”

“Wow, that’s… interesting. Rose, uh, Ms. Beddingdon is teaching Emily how to kiss?”

“Uh-huh. Emily said they do it a lot. Not every night, but kind of a lot. She says she likes it.”

“Oh my goodness.”

“And I told Emily you kiss me too like her mom, that you’re teaching me how, using my tongue and stuff. That’s not bad, is it? You said kissing wasn’t bad.”

“Uh, no, kissing isn’t bad,” I answered distractedly. It was obvious now why Emily had been looking at me that afternoon the way she had.

“So Emily enjoys it,” I mused, “when her mother gets in bed with her and kisses her…”

“Uh-huh, she does.”

“Hmm, very nice. Okay, what happened next?”

“Well, I asked her if I could tell you, you know, tell the secret about them kissing, and Emily said I could. She said it was okay. Melissa did too.”

“All right. That’s fine, I suppose.”

“But you know what else, Mommy?”

“What?”

“Emily says she wants to play the game with her mom.”

“You told her about that?” I frowned. “About what we do?”

Kerie shook her head. “Uh-uh, I didn’t. Melissa did.”

I rolled my eyes. Trying to keep secrets among an 8-year-old and a 9-year-old was plainly impossible. Oh well, I could only hope that if and when Rose heard about it, she wouldn’t be too terribly shocked.

“It was after they did it with their teddies,” said Kerie. “That’s when she told her.”

I was confused by what seemed an abrupt change of subject. “She… after they… did what exactly?”

“Emily got a teddy bear from her room and Melissa picked up hers, then they both got on top of ‘em and, you know, rubbed for a minute and got orgasms.”

“They did?!”

“Yeah. I didn’t know they did it together, but they do sometimes, they said. They took off their undies and got on Melissa’s bed on top of the two teddies beside each other. They rubbed and sorta had a race, like seeing who could do it faster.”

“And they — and they came?”

“Uh-huh, they both did, twice.”

“Twice?”

“Yeah,” said Kerie. “After them, I tried it again too, you know, with one of the teddies, but it didn’t really work.”

“Okay…”

“That’s when Melissa told Emily I do that with you, though, and you do it with me. Like on the teddies, except with each other. Then Emily said she wished she could do it with her mom, rub on her like that.”

I nodded, gazing off into space.

My head was flooded with erotic images… Emily and Melissa humping the teddy bears side by side, both girls reaching climax as my daughter watched… Rose in bed with Emily at night, lying on top of her, kissing her wetly… Emily tribbing with her mom, fucking her pussy to pussy… that last one hadn’t occurred yet, of course, but now it seemed as if it might someday.

“And, um, did you kids do anything else before you went to sleep?” I was thinking about the conversation I’d had the night before with my sister, when Jae had speculated about the little girls attempting oral sex. Could that actually have happened as well? I hoped it had!

“No,” said Kerie, “we talked some more, then Emily went back in her room and me and Melissa just got in bed.”

“Did you… do anything new with Melissa?”

“Uh-uh. We tickled some, and I got on top of her and tried the game again for a minute, but it’s not the same as with you. It’s not as good. She doesn’t feel like you do, her pussy. It doesn’t get all warm and gooey and slippery likes yours does. So then I got off her.”

“Okay.”

I smiled to myself as I pondered my daughter’s words, that she loved the way my pussy became so wet when she humped me naked in bed. What would someone think if they heard her saying that? What would Rose think? Would it excite her, or repel her? I knew the effect it had on Jae. It turned her on to hear the things Kerie and I did. And the same with Tina. Would Rose be turned on by it too? Should I tell her and find out?

“Mommy?”

“Yes?”

“Do you wanna play the game now? Cuz I do.”

I looked at my little girl. She was grinning and had a hand between her legs, inside her shorts, playing with herself. I hadn’t seen her do that before. Masturbation was still a work in progress for Kerie, but apparently she was starting to get the hang of it.

“Well, uh, maybe, but…”

After a moment’s hesitation, I decided to tell her the truth. No secrets.

“We can certainly do some things,” I smiled. “I’d love to, but see, the thing is I’m a little sore down there. My pussy. I had sex with Aunt Jae last night, a whole lot of it, and I’m kind of worn out. But I do want to get in bed with you and play. I can lick you, though, okay? And maybe you can lick me. We just have to be careful, because I’m a little bit tender.”

“Okay, Mommy. I’ll be careful, I promise.”

We went to my bedroom and had a wonderful time. I played with Kerie for a while first, really played, tickling and laughing with her as I’d promised myself I would. Then I got down between her legs and licked my daughter, soon bringing her to orgasm.

After that, we kissed for a long time and then I fingered her, rubbing her little clit and teasing at the opening to her vagina. She enjoyed a second climax that way. It was so hot, my hand between her legs, my tongue in her mouth, feeling her little body respond. I never get tired of having sex with her.

By then, however, it was time for us to start getting ready for our dinner at the Knights’.

Continue on to Chapter 17

By Naughty Mommy

Oral sex with Kerie was absolutely wonderful, glorious, better than I’d ever hoped it would be. It made me wonder why I’d waited, been so darn hesitant. There was no need. We both loved eating each other, and we still do.

The funny thing is, though, that as the years have gone by and she’s grown to be a beautiful young woman, my daughter and I continually go back to our first love. We enjoy oral sex very much, and fingering too, but more often than not the orgasms we achieve with each other are through tribbing, as they were from the start. That’s our favorite.

But anyway, enough musing.

 

Kerie and I lay together in my bed that night holding each other close, still panting, both sated, fulfilled, and very happy. As our breathing slowed, we kissed a few more times, then settled in, resting quietly. Although it wasn’t really very late, I was totally worn out and it appeared that Kerie was too.

I wondered if I should reach over and turn off the bedside lamp, and we could just go to sleep. It seemed like too much trouble, though, groping for the light switch. I was so comfortable where I was, feeling that warm little body in my arms. I kissed the top of her head, let out a deep sigh…

And then the phone jangled. It was my cell phone, on the table by the bed.

Should I answer it? I was sure it must be Jae, calling from Chicago to say hi and get the latest titillating news as she had each night of her trip. I had a whole lot to tell her this time, that’s for sure, and I wouldn’t even mind speaking openly in front of Kerie. Let her hear everything, no more secrets.

With my eyes still closed, I reached over and located the noisy instrument. I punched the receive button, then held the phone to my ear, murmuring a languid, “Hey…”

“Hello?” I heard. “Is this, uh, the Driscoll residence?”

“Yes. Yes, it is.” I thought I recognized the voice, but I wasn’t sure. “Who’s speaking?”

“This is Valerie. Valerie Knight, Tina’s mother. Is this Shelly?”

My eyes popped open. I sat up straight. Had something gone wrong? Was I in big trouble for seducing a student, an underage girl?

I wasn’t in trouble, thankfully. After I’d confirmed that I indeed was Shelly, Valerie said, “I’m sorry if I disturbed you. I asked Tina for your number. I hope you don’t mind.”

“Uh, no, not at all, it’s fine.”

“It’s not too late, is it?” she asked. “Did I wake you?”

“No, no, I was just, um, just resting. Sorry, I guess I was sort of half asleep when I picked up the phone. But, uh, how are you, Valerie?”

“I’m fine, thank you, just great. I won’t keep you, I promise. I just wanted to thank you for accepting our dinner invitation, and also to ask if either you or your daughter has any special dietary restrictions. If you’re vegetarians, have food allergies, or anything else that I should know…”

“Uh, no,” I smiled, finally able to relax, “we don’t have anything like that. We both love to eat — although Kerie, of course, is partial to all the stuff that’s bad for her.”

Valerie chuckled, “Yes, I know what you mean. My girls are that way too. And, truth be told, so am I.”

I laughed with her. “You can add me to that list.”

We talked three or four minutes longer, Valerie cycling through various menu ideas she had, asking my opinion of each. It was obvious she took her cooking very seriously. She apologized again for disturbing me and I assured her it was no problem, then we hung up.

My daughter was snoozing, lying naked on her side, facing me, head resting on her hands. I looked at the phone. It was only a little past 8:00, very early for me to go to sleep, but not that unusual for Kerie. I decided to read for a while, and wait to see if Jae would call. I propped up a pillow, dug my fat novel from the drawer beside the bed, and started reading.

Jae never did call that night, and well before 10:00, I found my eyes drooping, so I turned out the light and went to sleep. Before drifting off, however, I reminded myself that I really ought to have another talk with Kerie in the morning about keeping secrets.

 

She had cereal for breakfast, as usual, while I drank coffee and munched on a bagel. As we sat together at the kitchen table, I said, “Honey, you know what I told you last night about, um, about that student at my school, Tina? What she and I did yesterday?”

With her mouth full of Cinnamon Toast Crunch, Kerie turned to me, waiting.

“Well, the thing is, I want to make sure you remember that you can’t tell anyone about that, all right? It’s important. And also, of course, about the things you and I do, the kinds of games we play — especially what we did last night. I just want to remind you, okay?”

Kerie smiled, apparently thinking of the fun we’d had the night before. Then she nodded and said, “I know. I won’t tell.”

I patted her hand. “That’s good. Thank you, sweetie. I really hate to make you keep secrets. But we do have to be very careful, because… well, just because some people wouldn’t understand, that’s all.”

“I know.” She nodded again, taking a spoonful of cereal.

After a chewing a bit, and swallowing, my little girl said, “Know what, Mommy?”

“What, honey?”

“Um, Melissa told me something yesterday, something about her mom and Emily. But it’s a secret so I can’t tell.”

I smiled, “Okay, well, if it’s a secret that you promised to keep, then you’re right, you shouldn’t tell anyone. Not even me.”

After another bite, she said, “It’s nothing bad, though.”

“All right.”

“I mean, it’s just kissing. That’s not bad, is it?”

“No, kissing is not bad. Except we really shouldn’t be talking about this at all, should we? If you promised not to tell?”

Kerie paused, then shrugged, “Um, I guess not. But if Melissa said I could tell you, then would it be okay?”

“Well, possibly. But did Melissa promise Emily that she wouldn’t tell the secret? Or promise her mother the same thing? Maybe she never should have said anything to you in the first place.”

My daughter frowned. Such complicated ethical quandaries aren’t easy for an 8-year-old to figure out. They’re not that easy for me, either.

By then, it was time for us to put our dishes in the sink and get ready to leave. She had school and I had work. I patted Kerie’s hand once more, and we got up from the table.

I saw Tina a couple of times that Thursday, but she and I just exchanged a few looks and never got the chance to talk. The school office was unusually crowded all day long, and I wasn’t willing to take the girl inside my own office again, behind closed doors. That seemed too risky, too likely to invite suspicion, especially with Mrs. Simmons keeping her vulture eye on me.

The next day was pretty much the same thing. I was very busy and caught only a glimpse of Tina. She winked at me, which made my stomach flutter — but I also fretted that someone might have noticed it and guessed what was going on between us. Apparently, nobody did. I breathed a sigh of relief and told myself not to worry so much. I was getting paranoid.

A few minutes before 5:00 on Friday, as I was wrapping things up for the week and getting ready to leave, my cell phone rang. It was Jae.

“Hey girl,” she chirped.

She was back from her business trip, calling to say hi. I’d spoken to her the afternoon before, but only briefly. She’d called then to say that some executives from the firm she was working with in Chicago were taking her out to dinner and then to a show. Anyway, now she was home.

“How’re you doing, hon?” I asked. “Tired from your flight?”

“No, not really, I feel great. So, uh, what are you and Kerie doing tonight? You guys want to get together?”

I smiled to myself, imagining what Jae might be hoping for if the three of us did ‘get together’. My office door was open, however, so I wouldn’t say anything racy about that, anything that might get overheard. Plus, there was something else.

“Well,” I said, “I’d be very glad to see you myself, but Kerie’s busy elsewhere. She called a while ago to say she was spending the night at Melissa’s, having a sleepover. I’m a single girl, on my own tonight. You want to do something?”

“Hmm, something, huh?”

“Whatever,” I chuckled. “I’m all yours.”

“Ooh, I like the sound of that.”

It was exciting to flirt with Jae, even if she was my sister — or maybe because she was my sister. That gave our teasing a nice naughty edge.

“You want to come over for dinner?” I asked. “I can cook, or we can just order out or something, whatever you want.”

“No, why don’t you come to my place instead,” she suggested. “You deserve a break from being a mom, cooking all the time. I won’t say I’m going to cook — you know I’m not much good at it. But that little Thai restaurant on the corner makes deliveries, and their stuff is great.”

“All right, sure, that sounds terrific. What time?”

“Um, I don’t know, like, maybe an hour? Say around 6:00?”

“Perfect. I’ll see you then.”

 

At home, I debated what to wear. I was only going over to my sister’s for dinner. Nothing special about that, right? It should be fairly casual. So why was I thinking I wanted to put on something sexy? Was I hoping that perhaps she and I might take our relationship to a different level that night? Maybe I was.

In any case, I finally decided on a short swishy silk skirt, strappy heels with no hose, and a gauzy blouse with a lacy white bra visible beneath. After touching up my makeup and applying more perfume, I admired myself in the full-length mirror on my closet door. Not bad. Reasonably hot, in fact.

Then, at the last minute, just before leaving the house, I stopped and impulsively reached under my skirt. I tugged my panties off, leaving them on the floor inside the front door. It made me laugh out loud, behaving that way. I headed out to the car, feeling brazen, in the mood for seduction.

When Jae opened the door and saw what I was wearing, she let out a quick laugh, then looked down at herself. “Well, I guess I’m underdressed.” She was barefoot, in a pair of khaki shorts and a loose sweater falling off one shoulder, obviously braless.

I smiled, “I think you look great.”

“Yeah, but, I mean, you just… wow, very nice!”

“Thanks,” I chuckled, stepping inside. She kissed my cheek a little sloppily, and I kissed hers. Arm in arm, we walked past the kitchen and into the combination living/dining room of her townhouse.

“Dinner won’t be here for another half hour or so,” Jae said. “You want a beer? Wine? Something harder?”

“Um, whatever you’re having, I guess. What goes good with Thai food?”

“Sex,” she giggled.

When I looked at her in surprise, she pointed to a tall glass sitting on a coaster on the coffee table. It was empty, but for an orange peel and some melting ice.

“Sex on the Beach,” said Jae. “That’s what I’m drinking. It’s fruit juice and vodka, mostly vodka. Want one?”

“Sure, that sounds good. Looks like I may have to do some catching up.”

“Yep, you will,” she giggled again, then picked up the glass. “Okay, won’t be long. More sex coming right up.”

I followed her back to the kitchen.

“How many of those have you had?” I asked. It was unusual for my sister to drink enough to appear visibly drunk, but that’s how she seemed to me.

“Only one. So far.”

She took another tall glass from the cupboard and set it beside hers. After getting cranberry juice and orange juice from the refrigerator and pouring some of each into a pitcher, she added a big splash of peach schnapps. From the freezer compartment, Jae removed a bottle of Grey Goose, pouring a generous amount into the mixture.

“Slice some more orange, will you?” she said. “Two half slices.”

“Oh, uh, okay.”

On a cutting board next to a sharp knife was a large orange, already cut in half. While Jae dropped ice cubes into the glasses, then stirred the pitcher with a wooden spoon, I prepared the orange slices. She filled up our glasses. I added the garnish.

After returning the bottles to the fridge and the freezer, Jae handed me one drink and picked up the other. “To sex,” she proposed, “on the beach, on the sofa, in bed… wherever, whenever, and whoever.”

“All right,” I grinned. “Guess I’ll drink to that.”

We clinked glasses and I took a swallow. Whoa — it burned going down, but it was good too. Definitely heavy on the vodka.

Back in the living room, sitting with her on the sofa, I asked, “How come you’re so, well, up tonight? Anything going on?”

“No, nothing special. Except that I have another hot date with the very lovely Rose tomorrow.”

“Ooh, nice,” I smiled.

“And the client in Chicago just renewed my contract for another six months. At a big increase, I might add.”

“Wow, that’s fantastic. Congratulations!”

“And only last weekend, I had unbelievably exciting sex with an 8-year-old girl while her mom was watching us.”

“Yeah,” I giggled, “you did.”

“So, no, there’s nothing special going on. Except that my life is totally awesome.”

“Oh, Jae, I’m glad you’re so happy.”

After taking a long swig of her drink, she got up, setting her half-empty glass on a coaster. “I’ll be right back,” she winked.

“All right.”

While sipping my cocktail and waiting for my sister to do whatever she was doing, I thought how happy I was too.

Things were going very well for me now, though my life had certainly had its up and downs. Getting pregnant and having a baby at 18 was obviously not easy to deal with, and losing both our parents a few years after that was a terrible blow. But we’d come through it all together, Jae and Kerie and I. It’s amazing how much you can manage with a lot of love and support.

Jae came down from the second floor, where the bedrooms were. She’d changed into a short black leather skirt and a tight tank top (still no bra). Her tanned legs were gleaming, freshly oiled, and she wore a pair of spike heels. Talk about dressed for seduction!

“I may not look as hot as you do,” she grinned, “but at least now I’m trying.”

“Oh my god, are you kidding me? You are super hot!” I laughed.

“So, tell me everything I missed this week,” Jae said as she picked up her drink and sat beside me, crossing her legs. “I haven’t heard a report for a couple of days. Anything new and exciting?”

“Yeah, I’ll say there is.”

“Ooh, do tell.”

I filled her in on my clandestine meeting in the hotel room with Tina, and the hot sex I’d had with the willing teenager. Jae clearly enjoyed hearing about that, asking a lot of questions. Then, just as I was getting ready to go on to my even bigger news, the doorbell rang.

“Oops, there’s our dinner.”

My sister set down her empty glass and strode toward the foyer. I smiled to myself as I thought about the eyeful the delivery man — or delivery woman — would get. Jae looked like a high-priced hooker.

A few minutes later we were seated at the dining table, steaming containers of incredibly rich-smelling food open in front of us. It all looked wonderful, and I was suddenly starving.

We had a chilled bottle of wine too, a Riesling, which Jae said would go very nicely with the dishes she’d ordered. She poured our glasses and we drank another toast.

“To love and family,” she began.

“And sex,” I added, “don’t forget about sex.”

“Hear, hear!”

During the meal we talked mostly about less intimate subjects: her job and my job, how Kerie was doing in school, plans for summer vacation, and so on. I was eager to tell Jae what I’d done with my daughter that week, the latest taboo lines I’d crossed with her, but decided to wait until the moment was just right.

After we’d gorged ourselves, Jae placed the leftovers in the fridge while I put our few dishes in the dishwasher. Then we went back to the sofa to polish off that delicious bottle of wine.

She sat close to me, a hand on my thigh. “It’s nice, isn’t it? Just being together, you and me?”

“Yes, it is,” I nodded, “it really is.”

We were quiet for perhaps half a minute, neither of us speaking, enjoying the warmth of each other’s company.

Then, in a soft voice, I said, “You know, it’s funny, people think sisters can’t really be friends. But you, I mean, you’re my best friend ever, Jae. You really are.”

My sister looked at me for a moment, gazing steadily into my eyes. She smiled and nodded. “I know. Me too.”

I held her gaze, feeling so many things for her all at once — love, affection, gratitude, passion, lust. I took a deep breath, and licked my lips.

Jae leaned toward me, bringing her mouth to mine. We kissed.

This wasn’t a long kiss, and there were no tongues or anything — but it certainly wasn’t a sisterly kiss either.

When the kiss ended, Jae looked down at my leg, at her hand on my bare skin. Slowly she drew her fingers up, pulling the hem of my short skirt even higher, almost to my crotch. For a second I thought she might go farther yet and find that I wasn’t wearing any panties. But she stopped just before that point, gently caressing.

My heart was beating fast. It was clear now, to both of us I’m sure, where this evening was going. I was very happy about that.

Jae grinned and took a drink of wine, finishing her glass and setting it down.

“Can I tell you something?” I said, clearing my throat. “Something else that happened this week?”

“Sure, of course. I want hear it all, everything.”

“Okay. Um, well, you remember last Sunday, after… after we got done in Kerie’s bedroom, and we were eating lunch, and you said something about oral sex? You asked how much Kerie knew about it?”

“Uh-huh, I remember.”

“So, uh, later that night, Kerie asked me about that. She asked me what oral sex was.”

“Okay.”

“I told her, sort of. I tried my best to explain it, and then she asked if we could try it. She and I.”

“Ooh, nice.”

“Yeah, well, I kind of, you know… I was scared to at first. I wasn’t sure it would be right.”

“How come?” Jae frowned.

“Well, because I’m a dumbass. Because I worry too much about everything.”

She chuckled, shaking her head. “You’re not a dumbass. You’re a smart, wonderful person, and a great mom. Kerie is the luckiest kid ever.”

“Thank you.”

“But I don’t know why you didn’t just jump on her right away and start licking her little pussy!”

We both burst into laughter. After the cocktails and the wine, it was easy to let go, let it all out. We laughed for a long time, until our stomachs hurt, or at least mine did.

By the time it was over, we were slouched on the sofa, arms around each other’s necks, heads together, faces shiny with sweat, both breathing hard.

Jae looked into my eyes as our giggles subsided. She looked at my lips. She kissed me again.

This time it was not a soft kiss. Her tongue went into my mouth, and I welcomed it. Barely breaking the kiss, Jae climbed on top of me, straddling my hips, legs spread wide, skirt up near her waist. I caught a glimpse of black panties. She humped her body against mine, hands grabbing for my breasts, tongue and lips devouring my mouth.

I clutched at her, stroking her back, reaching for her butt, her legs, wanting to touch her everywhere. We panted and kissed, grinding on each other.

After two or three minutes of frenzied kissing and groping, Jae pulled away briefly, sitting up straight, pushing her hair back from her face, wiping sweat from her forehead.

“It’s fucking hot in here,” she grinned, then gripped the hem of her tank top and tugged it up and off in one motion, flinging it away, giggling again.

“God, you’re so gorgeous,” I said, admiring her breasts. They were smaller than mine, a B-cup, but perfectly shaped with pert brown nipples.

Jae looked down at her chest. “Yeah,” she nodded, “they’ll do.”

“And you’re such a wildcat too. You said Rose was, but I’ll bet you can match her any day.”

She wagged her eyebrows. “It’s a fun competition.”

I laughed. “I love you so much, Jae.”

“I love you too, kiddo. But, um, let’s go upstairs now, okay? I want to really enjoy you, all night long in my bed.”

“Mmm, sounds nice. Okay.”

She climbed off, then helped me to my feet. As we headed up the stairs with me in front, I coyly flipped my skirt up, letting my sister see my bare bottom.

“Ooh, that looks tasty,” she giggled.

Continue on to Chapter 16

By Naughty Mommy

We were both quiet for a minute or two, lying naked together in the hotel room bed on a Wednesday afternoon, just thinking about things. Then Tina said, “Um, Shelly, can I tell you something about me and my mom, kind of a secret?”

“Well, sure, I suppose — but only if you think your mother would be okay with that.”

“Yeah, she would. It’s not a problem. She really likes you a lot. She keeps talking about having you and your daughter, Kerie, over to dinner and stuff. In fact, I’m supposed to make sure and arrange that today while we’re working on this special research project,” Tina grinned. “She insisted, made me promise.”

It seemed more than a little odd that Valerie had taken such an instant liking to me even though we barely knew one another. I really couldn’t figure that out. But, you know, whatever.

I nodded, and said, “Okay. So, what did you want to tell me about?”

“Well, it’s um, I mean… remember last week at the park, when you asked me if I masturbate?”

“Uh-huh.”

“And I said I did?”

“Yeah?”

“See, I, um, I do. Except not just by myself. I’ve done it with my mom too.”

My eyes went wide. “Really?”

“Uh-huh.”

“Wow.”

“We’ve done it, like, lots of times.”

“Wow,” I repeated. “So, um, how did, how did this get started?”

“Well, uh, it started last summer. I’d finished my first year of high school, and I was 14, and my mom said I was, like, old enough to stay up later than before if I wanted to. So, after Becky was in bed and asleep, sometimes she — me and my mom, I mean, we’d watch movies together. It was really fun. We made popcorn and she drank martinis. A couple times she let me have a sip from hers, but I didn’t really like it. It was too strong. So I just drank Cokes.”

“All right.”

“But anyway,” Tina said, “one night after the movie we were watching was over, we were flipping around the channels and, like, talking. It was pretty late, after midnight, and we suddenly came to this one channel that was showing a movie with, you know, with, um, two women having sex.”

“Wow, really?”

“Uh-huh. I mean, it wasn’t really hardcore or anything. I know what that is. But, you know, they were naked in bed and they were kissing and touching each other and stuff. We watched it for like thirty seconds, and then my mom turned off the TV. She said it was late and we really should go to bed. So we did.”

“Okay.”

“Except then, a couple days after that, we were up late again, and this time my mom deliberately turned to that same channel. I think it might even have been the same movie that was on the time before. Maybe not, I don’t know. But anyway, she left the TV on that channel and we watched. And then you know what happened?”

“What?”

“My mom started masturbating.”

“Really??” I was stunned.

“Uh-huh. She didn’t say anything and she didn’t look at me. She just pulled up her nightie and put her hand inside her panties and started playing with herself. I was sitting right next to her on the sofa. I could easily see what she was doing.”

“Oh my…”

“Yeah, and um, so she sat there and rubbed herself for a few minutes while we watched these women on TV having sex and stuff. Then, pretty soon, she closed her eyes and kind of moaned really loud. I could tell she was coming.”

“Wow.”

“I didn’t know what to do. It was, you know, really surprising — but also sexy too, in a way. You know what I mean?”

“Yes, absolutely,” I nodded. “It’s extremely sexy to watch another woman do that, make herself come. I’ve, uh, I’ve watched my sister do it, and it’s really hot.”

“You have?”

“Uh-huh. But go on with your story. What happened next?”

“Well, that first time, after she, um, had an orgasm, she sat there for a while with her eyes closed, just, you know, breathing hard and stuff. When she finally opened her eyes, she smiled at me, but she still didn’t say anything. We kept on watching the movie, and after a few minutes, she started doing it again. She masturbated again.”

“Really?”

“Uh-huh. She actually did it three times that night, had three orgasms. I kept wondering if I should do it too, if that was what she wanted, but I was kind of afraid to ask her, or to do anything. So I just sat and watched.”

“You must have been getting pretty turned on, Tina.”

“Yeah, I was,” she grinned, “totally turned on. Later, after I got in bed, I came so hard. But then, all I did was watch. Until the next time, anyway.”

“The next time?”

“Well, um, after she came three times that night, she said she was sleepy and she was gonna go to bed. She said I could stay up and keep watching if I wanted to, but I decided not to. We turned the TV off, and then my mom said, that was really fun, a special night for the girls, and we should do it again soon.”

“And I guess you did?”

“Yeah, we did, maybe two or three days later. We watched a regular movie and then after it was over, my mom switched to the other channel, the one with the naked movies. It was a lesbian one again. I think that’s all they have, at least at that time of the night.”

“All right,” I nodded, “go on.”

“Anyway, this time, after she started playing with herself, my mother looked at me and sort of nodded, like giving me permission or encouraging me or something. So, you know, I went ahead and did it too. We masturbated together, sitting right next to each other on the sofa, watching porn. I was still pretty nervous, though, and I didn’t come as many times as she did. Not that time. But now I do. We’ve done it a lot since then.”

“Wow. That’s… pretty amazing.”

“I know,” said Tina. “You don’t think it’s bad, do you?”

“No, of course not. Anyway, how could I ever criticize someone, considering all the stuff I’ve done with my own daughter?”

“Yeah, I guess. Except, you know, I don’t think you’re doing anything bad with Kerie either. I really don’t.”

“You sound like Jae,” I smiled. “She’s always telling me there’s nothing wrong at all in what we’re doing, that we’re just showing each other love and affection.”

“I agree. I think she’s right,” said Tina.

“Well, anyway, thank you for telling me about you and your mother.” I gave the girl a kiss, then added, “It makes me feel better in a way, knowing I’m not the only one who, well, who does things some people might not agree with.”

“Yeah, and heck, as long as you’re having fun, why not? Right? That’s what my mom always says,” Tina grinned.

“Does she?”

“Uh-huh.”

“Fun. Hmm…”

I turned and looked at the clock radio by the bed, surprised to see how late in the afternoon it was. With all our talking and the delicious sex we’d had, the time had really flown by. We didn’t need to leave right away, but had only another twenty minutes or so.

“I want to tell you something else,” I said to Tina. “I’m going to share another secret with you, something no one in the world knows except me, because I only just decided it.”

“Ooh, goodie, what is it?”

“Well, um, up until now, when Kerie and I have, you know, been together, doing stuff, it’s been limited to just kissing along with some touching, fingering, and of course rubbing against each other until we come.”

“Uh-huh?”

“But, see, she, um, she asked me the other day if we could try oral sex.”

“Wow, really?”

“Yep, and I’ve decided, just now, that I’m definitely going to do that with her.”

“Yipes!”

“I know, it seems like a pretty big step. But I figure, why shouldn’t we? If she wants it, and I want it, how is that really any different from what we’ve already been doing?”

“Okay.”

“And like your mom says,” I chuckled, “as long as you’re having fun, why not, right?”

“Right,” Tina laughed. “Why not?”

We sat and smiled at each other. Then I said, “So, you and your mother, how often do you, um, masturbate together?”

“Well, in the summer, last summer, we did it maybe three or four times a week, at least. But now she only lets me stay up late on the weekends, you know, when it’s not a school night. Except for, like, during Christmas break and spring break, then we got to do it more.”

“Okay.”

“But right now it’s only once or twice a week.”

“That’s still a lot,” I said. “I mean, you must have come with her — I don’t how many times, but a lot, right?”

“Yeah, definitely. A lot.” Tina slid a hand down between her legs and was gently touching herself as we talked.

“So, do you ever… think about doing more with her?”

The girl’s eyes went wide. She licked her lips, hesitating. Then, in a whisper, she asked, “How did you know?”

I shrugged. “It just seems natural, I guess. When you’re watching lesbian porn together, masturbating, having orgasms, that would be the next logical step. Even if it is with your mom, or your daughter.”

“Yeah, I, I’ve thought about it,” she nodded. “A whole lot. I think about it all the time.”

“Okay.”

I decided, for now, not to ask Tina any more about that. If she wanted to discuss it, I would let her bring up the subject. Plus, it was just about time for us to go. We still had to put our clothes back on, fix our makeup, and then I needed to drop Tina off before driving myself home.

“Come on,” I said, patting her knee. “Hate to say it, but we really need to leave pretty soon.”

“All right.”

A few minutes later, as we were getting dressed, Tina said, “Um, Shelly?”

“Yeah?”

“When do you think you guys can come to dinner? You and Kerie? My mom’ll kill me if I don’t get that set up today.”

I laughed, “Well, I don’t want her to kill you. So how about if we say, uh, well, how about this Saturday? I think we’re free then.”

“Okay, sure, Saturday night sounds great. My mom will be so glad.”

 

Because I was running late and Kerie was waiting for me at home, I chose not to go inside with Tina but just dropped her off at the curb. She gave me a quick kiss on the lips, then got out of the car. I admired her cute legs, watching her trot up the steps in the denim mini.

She turned and waved before going through the front door of the lovely Victorian. I waved back, then drove off. On my way home, I thought about what I was going to say to my daughter that night, and what I was going to do with her.

Should I tell Kerie about Tina, that I’d made love with her in the hotel room? Yes, I decided, I really should. I didn’t want there to be any secrets between us, especially about things like that. And would tonight be the night for oral sex with my little girl? Yes, I nodded to myself, it would. I didn’t want to wait. I couldn’t wait.

I pulled into the driveway and headed inside.

“Hi, Mom!” Kerie called from the kitchen. “I made dinner again!”

“You did?” After putting my things down, I went in to see my beautiful daughter.

She was wearing shorts and a t-shirt, standing barefoot on a stool in front of the stove, stirring a pot of tomato soup. The table was set with spoons and napkins and with bowls waiting to be filled. On the counter beside Kerie were two bologna sandwiches, each on a small plate.

Well, it wouldn’t be a gourmet dinner, and I didn’t care too much for bologna, but I could hardly fault my 8-year-old daughter. She was doing the best she could.

“What a sweetheart you are,” I exclaimed, hugging her and kissing her cheek. “Thank you for doing this!”

“You’re welcome,” Kerie smiled. I kissed her again.

“Will you dish up the soup?” she asked.

“Yes, of course I will. But, um, I’d like to change first, all right? That’ll just take me a minute.”

“Okay.”

I got out of my work clothes, returning shortly in a sheer nightgown with nothing underneath, perfume freshly applied.

“Wow,” said my daughter, eyes popping. “You look nice, Mommy.”

“Thank you, darling.”

I hugged her from behind, rubbing my breasts against her back. “Let’s enjoy this delicious dinner you made,” I purred, “and then we can play, okay?”

As we ate, we chatted about Kerie’s day in school. She told a funny story about her friend Cassidy, who’d tried a flip off the swings during recess and ended up landing on her bottom in a puddle. Fortunately, kids are durable and she wasn’t hurt at all, just a muddy mess.

I stacked the dishes in the sink when we were done. They could wait until later. I picked Kerie up in my arms, squeezing her again, kissing her mouth. “Mmm, let’s go, baby. I want you.”

Inside my room, I set her down and pulled back the covers on the bed. Then I quickly took off her shirt and shorts and undies. My little girl was naked.

“I want to leave my nightie on for now, okay? It makes me feel sexy,” I told her. She nodded.

We got in bed together, cuddling. I petted her and kissed her mouth. She was getting better all the time at using her tongue. It excited me.

My arousal continued to grow, but finally I pulled back, licking my lips, catching my breath. “God, I love kissing you. I love you, Kerie.”

“I love you too, Mommy,” she smiled. I nuzzled her nose.

“But before, um, before we do more, I want to talk just a little bit, about a couple of things.”

“Okay.”

“So, do you remember I told you last week about a woman I met who has two daughters, one 15 years old and the other 10?”

“Uh-huh, I remember. You said you were gonna tell ‘em about our game, maybe.”

“Well, yes, I think I might. I’d like to. In fact, I already have told one of them, the older girl, Tina. She’s, um, a sophomore at Lafayette, where I work. And, well, she and I have become friends, good friends. I’ve told her, secretly, about the things you and I do, about the game we play, and it made her very excited.”

“It did? Does she wanna do it with her mom?”

I nodded. “Uh-huh, I think she does. And maybe other things too, you know, like oral sex.”

“Oral sex? You mean with her mouth and stuff?”

“That’s right. But you know what else?”

“What?”

“I did that with her today, with Tina, what Aunt Jae did on her date with Rose, with Ms. Beddingdon — we had oral sex.”

“You did?” she smiled.

“Uh-huh.”

“At school?”

“No, not at school,” I chuckled. “We, uh, we met today, downtown. I left work early, and she and I went to a hotel together. We got a room, just for a couple of hours. That’s where we… did it. But this has to be a secret. See, I’m really not supposed to do things like that with, you know, with students. So you have to promise you won’t tell anyone about it.”

“I won’t.”

“Good.” I gave her a kiss. “Now, honey, the second thing. You asked me a few days ago if we could do that together, you and me, oral sex, right?”

“Uh-huh,” she nodded eagerly. “I wanna try it, Mommy.”

Hearing Kerie say that and seeing the excitement in her eyes made my clit tingle. I squeezed my legs together as I nuzzled her nose. I kissed her again, my lips lingering.

When the long, warm kiss ended, I whispered, “I’m ready to do that now, with you. Okay?”

“Okay.”

Before continuing, I sat up and slipped off my nightie, tossing it aside. I wanted there to be nothing between us. Then I moved down on the bed, gently opening Kerie’s legs, marveling at how lucky I was. My daughter — my lover — was just so beautiful, so innocent and sweet. She had a little girl’s body, but was capable of responding like a woman sexually.

I gazed at her for a moment, at her smooth, hairless mound, her puffy labia. It nearly took my breath away. Between her lips was the small dark hole, and inside, a gleam of moisture. Her tiny pussy was wet.

“Oh, Kerie,” I sighed, and brought my mouth to her sex.

I started by kissing her. I kissed her puffy pussy lips, I kissed the tender insides of her thighs, I pushed Kerie’s legs up and kissed her butt cheeks, and I even kissed the pink rosebud of her anus. But mostly I kissed her labia. So warm and smooth, so soft and yielding, fragrant with girl-scent. I loved kissing her there.

After a minute or two, I used my thumbs to gently part her lips. Inside her slit, it was sticky and moist. I kissed her there.

“Ooh,” Kerie sighed.

I moved slightly lower and kissed the opening to her vagina.

“Ohhh,” she moaned.

I looked up. Her eyes were closed, mouth slightly open. She was on her back, head on a pillow, hands at her sides. She seemed to be concentrating everything on the feelings she was experiencing.

After kissing a few more times up and down inside her slit, my tongue made its first appearance. I licked gently around the rim of her vagina, tasting her. She was slippery and sweet. I let my tongue dip inside.

“Unghhh,” Kerie groaned.

I felt her body begin to tremble. I wasn’t certain I could make her come this way, licking her, but I was pretty sure I could. If my little girl could reach orgasm through tribbing, as she often did, and if I could bring her with my fingers, as I had several times, then I ought to be able to do it this way as well. I hoped that was so.

I probed inside her vagina, the tip of my tongue finding Kerie’s hymen and the small aperture in the center. I would let her remain a virgin, technically at least, for a while yet. No need to rush things.

After sucking at her pussy and hearing her moan again, feeling my daughter shiver beneath me, I moved up higher, toward her clit. I went back to kissing at first, just kissing with my lips, then a little bit of nibbling, and then my tongue began to explore, lapping at the soft pink folds.

Kerie was breathing faster. “Mommy, Mommy,” I heard her whisper.

I found the bud, circled around it with the tip of my tongue, kissed some more, nuzzled, nibbled, and sucked.

She was groaning more loudly, head beginning to whip back and forth, eyes squeezed tightly shut. Her face was red, teeth clenched. I sucked at her clit.

“Mommy,” she moaned, almost in a sob, voice catching.

As I continued sucking my child’s love bud, I placed a knuckle at the opening to her little pussy and pressed in, rubbing up and down. She was so wet and hot.

“Mmm, unh,” she gasped, short of breath.

I sucked and licked.

Suddenly she stiffened, her whole body going rigid. Kerie trembled, every muscle taut, then cried out in ecstasy as the orgasm burst through her.

I’d done it! I’d brought my daughter to climax using my mouth and tongue. I felt so proud. How many moms could say they’d accomplished that? Well, I thought to myself, in a perfect world, I suppose almost all of them could. But I knew that what Kerie and I had together was truly rare. I felt very fortunate.

As she came, I placed my mouth over her vagina, sensing her contractions with my tongue and lips. She tasted wonderful. When she was almost finished, I slid up beside my little girl, taking her in my arms, hugging and kissing her.

“Kerie, I love you so much,” I whispered.

I held her for a long time, petting and kissing, murmuring to her. She continued shuddering, trembling, sometimes moaning, but at last began to calm down. My daughter was cradled in my arms, her head on my bosom, knees pulled up. As her breathing slowed and her muscles relaxed, I wondered if she might be falling asleep. That climax seemed to have taken a lot out of her.

But then I felt something… small fingers on my breasts, gently caressing, fondling my nipples. They immediately stiffened. I loved the feel of her touch. With her eyes still closed, Kerie lowered her head slightly, taking one of my erect nipples into her mouth. She sucked. I groaned in pleasure.

“Mmm, yes, baby, so nice. That’s Mommy’s good little girl.”

For several more minutes, we nestled that way, Kerie drawn up in a ball, my arms around her, one hand patting and rubbing her bottom as she sucked my nipple. It was heavenly. I kissed the top of her head, told her how much I loved her. She made little num-num sounds as she feasted on my breasts.

Of course, this was not only a warm, intimate, bonding moment for us, but also one charged with sexual electricity. My clit was throbbing, aching to be touched, my pussy overflowing with gooey moisture. I wanted more, much more, yet I was reluctant to interrupt this lovely, perfect tableau. I waited, petting her hair, repeatedly squeezing my legs together, breath coming faster as my arousal grew.

Finally I could stand it no longer. I had to touch myself. I reached a hand down between my legs. I was utterly soaked. Warm, slippery liquid coated my pussy lips. I rubbed for a moment, relishing the feel, then brought the hand back up, placing it in front of Kerie’s face.

Carefully, I pulled her away from my breast and whispered, “Taste Mommy, baby girl. Taste Mommy’s pussy.”

Kerie eyes came open for the first time since her climax. She giggled, then took my fingers in her mouth, sucking and licking.

“You like how I taste?”

“Mm-hm,” she nodded.

“Want some more?”

“Mm-hm.”

I put the hand back between my legs, pushing inside the lips this time, dipping into my vagina, scooping up as much of my juices as I could, then fed them to Kerie. She sucked and tasted, swallowing, looking up at me, smiling happily.

“Do you want to try licking me now?” I asked.

She nodded.

“I want you to. I need it so bad.”

We shifted around on the bed. Kerie lay on her back and I mounted her, straddling her face. Pulling my pussy wide open with my fingers, I showed her my wet cunt.

“Lick Mommy’s clit,” I said. “Suck it the way you suck my nipples. then put your little fingers inside me and fuck my pussy, okay?”

She did as I asked. With no hesitation, my daughter began licking my clit, then sucking it. I rode her tongue, and when I felt her fingers reaching inside me, pushing inside, fucking me, I knew I’d be ready to climax very soon.

But I wanted to wait! It was so amazing to be there, doing what we were doing — finally having oral sex, my darling little girl actually eating my pussy — and I wanted to stretch it out if I could, enjoy the moment as long as possible.

I managed to ‘stretch it out’ for maybe thirty seconds, but that was all. It was impossible to wait any longer. I was shaking like mad, feverish with lust, every nerve on edge, straining to hold back — and then the dam burst.

I held Kerie’s head in my hands, pulling her mouth against me as I climaxed on top of her. Powerful spasms jolted my body, and I cried out in delirious ecstasy. This was the ultimate, coming on my baby’s face for the first time. I don’t think I’ve ever had a more satisfying orgasm.

It seemed to go on forever, but eventually the final surges faded away, all my energy drained. Every last bit of juice I could expel was on Kerie’s face, on her hands, or dripping onto the sheets.

I slid off and lay beside her, gathering her in my arms, holding my sweet child, kissing her mouth, tasting my pussy on her lips.

“Oh, Kerie, I love you so much. I love you so much.”

“Mmm… Mommy, Mommy, Mommy…”

Continue on to Chapter 15

By Naughty Mommy

The elevator door opened at the 6th floor of the hotel, and we stepped out. But then I stopped for a moment in the hall, placing a hand on Tina’s arm, and said, “Now, are you absolutely positive you want to do this? We can still change our minds. I can, you know, just take you home or whatever.”

“Are you kidding?” she giggled. “Of course I want to. It’s all I’ve been thinking about all week.”

“All right. As long as you’re sure.”

“I am.”

“Good.”

The room was clean, fairly spacious, and nicely appointed. Nothing fancy, but pleasant. I’d selected a small, mid-range business hotel for our clandestine meeting, and it seemed just right. Most important, of course, it was totally private. We could say and do anything inside that room, and no one would ever know, unless we told them.

“So, um, are you hungry?” I asked, after making sure the door was securely locked. “Because I thought maybe we could order a room service lunch, and then talk for a while. I’ll tell you anything you want to know about, well, everything. And after that we can, you know, do whatever.”

“Sure,” she nodded, wagging her eyebrows teasingly, “whatever.”

It surprised me somewhat how nonchalant the girl appeared to be. I, the supposed adult, was the one who was nervous and fidgety. Shouldn’t it be the other way around?

Tina seemed to sense my edginess. She set her backpack down, then came to me, taking both my hands in hers. “It’s okay, Ms. Drisc — um, I mean Shelly. I promise that whatever you tell me, no one will ever know. I won’t tell a soul. Honest, you can trust me. You really can.”

“Thank you,” I smiled, taking a deep breath and slowly letting it out. “I, uh, I appreciate that.”

“Is it okay if I kiss you now?”

I giggled, feeling most of the tension drain away. “Yes, I’d like that.”

I was perhaps an inch or so taller than Tina, but with me in heels, albeit low, and her in little sneakers, she had to tip her face up, bringing her mouth to mine. I gazed into her lovely blue eyes, smelled her flowery perfume, then closed my eyes and we kissed.

It was gentle and tender, no tongues, simply soft lips on soft lips. And it took my breath away. I was crazy for this girl.

One kiss is all I got then. A nice, long, slow, soft kiss — but only one. She finished kissing me, then stepped back, smiling, her pretty face aglow. “I really like you, Shelly. I’m so glad you wanted to do this, you know, meet here today.”

“Me too,” I nodded. Then I picked up the room service menu. “Now, what do you feel like having?”

Tina said she wasn’t very hungry. She ordered a fruit plate, and I had a BLT, but ate only half of a it. I didn’t want to look like a pig in front of this slim little 105-pound teenager (I weighed about 140, and was trying constantly to lose).

Before lunch was delivered, and as we were eating, we talked mostly about subjects that were personal, but not especially intimate. There was no hurry. We had the whole afternoon to become better acquainted. Tina wasn’t expected home until around 5:00, and neither was I.

I learned about her childhood, about the games she liked to play, and I told her about myself as a girl. We had a lot in common, both being bright but mostly shy, preferring to amuse ourselves most of the time instead of joining big group activities. We liked some of the same kinds of music, and had read and enjoyed many of the same books.

I learned that her father, who was quite a bit older than her mother, had passed away when Tina was 9 years old, dying of a sudden heart attack. Since then, her mother had never come close to remarrying, and in fact hadn’t dated at all for several years. She seemed content, according to Tina, to spend her home at home with her daughters.

“Does she work?” I asked at one point. “I mean, does she have a job?”

“No, she got, like, enough money after my dad died that she doesn’t have to work now. Sometimes she does volunteer stuff, but not a paying job or anything like that.”

I told her that both my parents had died a few years earlier, in an auto accident. The only real family I had now was my big sister Jae.

“Are you guys close? Oh, but I guess you must be,” she giggled, “after what I heard you saying to her on the phone.”

“Yes, we are,” I smiled. “We always have been. Jae’s my best friend.”

“Do you, um, do you do the same kind of stuff with her that you do with your daughter?”

“Uh, well…”

We were both done eating by then. After wiping my hands on a napkin, I got up from the small table where we’d been sitting, and suggested, “It might be more comfortable talking if we sat on the bed.”

“Yeah, or maybe in the bed.”

That made me laugh, and as Tina stood, I said, “Are you sure you haven’t done anything with anyone? I mean, you seem awfully confident for, you know, for a novice or something.”

“Well, I’m pretty good at acting,” she grinned, eyes twinkling. “I guess I am kind of scared and nervous inside, but not really that much. You make me feel, um, like everything’s okay, like I’m safe with you.”

“You are,” I nodded. “But not too safe.”

“Okay,” she giggled.

As Tina had proposed, I pulled back the covers so we could sit inside the bed and talk some more. We both took off our shoes, and then, after hesitating a moment, I said, “My slacks will get all wrinkly if I wear them in bed. You don’t mind if I take them off, do you?”

“No, I don’t mind.”

“And, uh, my sweater too, same thing.”

“Sure, all right.”

I pulled my sweater over my head and folded it, placing it on a chair. Then I unbuttoned my slacks and pushed them down, stepping out of them, carefully laying them over the arm of the chair. I was wearing knee-high nylons, so I sat on the edge of the bed and removed those as well. And last, I lifted my shell top off. I was left in only a bra and panties.

Tina had been simply watching the whole time, standing beside the open bed. I smiled at her, then got in, propping a pillow behind myself, leaning against the headboard.

“Well, uh… my skirt,” she pointed. “It might get wrinkled.”

“Probably right. Better take it off.”

She did, letting me see her ultra-cute Hello Kitty panties.

“And, like, my top too.”

“Can’t be too careful,” I nodded.

She removed the tank top. Her bra was pink, with yellow trim, probably an A-cup. At 15, Tina was still developing, but was off to a very nice start. She climbed in bed next to me. We pulled the covers up to our waists, sitting side by side.

“Now,” I said, “last week I promised that I would tell you whatever you wanted to know about me and my daughter, Kerie, and I will. Also, you just asked about Jae, about what I’ve done with her, if anything. The answer to that is, not very much. Not as much as with Kerie, anyway. Jae and I have done some kissing, and we’ve masturbated together a couple of times, but that’s basically all.”

“Okay.”

“So, is there anything special you’d like to ask about me and Kerie?”

“Well, I mean, all you’ve told me about her so far is that you sleep together, you know, in the same bed. That you sleep naked, and that sometimes she gets on top of you and kind of slides around or something.”

“Uh-huh.”

“But, um,” she continued, “I actually heard a lot more than that, when you were talking on the phone last week.”

“What did you hear?”

“Well, I heard you say something about, um, having her fingers inside you, a little girl’s fingers. That was — you meant Kerie’s fingers, right?”

“Yes,” I nodded, “that’s right.” My voice was husky.

“And um, and then after that you said she was fucking you, and that she came on top of you.”

Tina had been looking down at her hands as she spoke. Now she turned toward me. The girl was blushing deeply, her cheeks bright red, but her eyes shone with curiosity and excitement.

“Is that really true?” she asked. “I mean, did that really happen, honestly?”

I took a deep breath, licking my lips. “Yes, it’s true, that really happened. And we, uh, we’ve done it more since then, a lot more, many times. She… she climaxes on top of me, when we’re having sex. Or when I’m on top of her, fucking her.”

“Oh my god.” I saw Tina’s hand moving under the covers, between her legs.

“That’s what I think about,” she told me, “all the time now, at night when I masturbate. I think about you and her, your little girl, doing that. It makes me, I mean, it makes me come so hard.”

I smiled. “Well, I’m glad to hear that it turns you on, instead of, you know, freaking you out or something.”

“It totally turns me on. Tell me more, okay?”

Tina was openly masturbating now, not trying to hide it at all, her fingers moving fast. I did the same, sliding my hand inside my panties, rubbing myself.

“You want to hear more?” I teased.

“Yeah, I do.”

“Okay, well, my sister Jae had asked me a while back if I would let her have sex with Kerie too, after I told her what I was doing. Then last week, Kerie asked me the same thing, if she could do it with Jae. So, a few days ago, on Sunday afternoon, that’s what we did. We were in Kerie’s bedroom, all three of us naked, and I watched them kiss for a while, and then Kerie started fucking my sister, sliding up and down on top of her, until they both came.”

“Oh my god…”

“Uh-huh, it was really hot, incredibly hot. Then Jae got on top of Kerie and lifted her leg up, you know, so they were scissoring, and Jae fucked her. She fucked my 8-year-old daughter pussy to pussy while I was watching.”

“Jesus.”

“And she was talking dirty to her too, saying all kinds of stuff like, ‘I’m fucking your pussy’ or ‘I’m rubbing my cunt on you.’ I was masturbating too, of course, while I watched them. It was just so fucking hot.”

“God, I, um… is it okay if I come?” Tina asked. “You don’t mind, do you?”

“No, I don’t mind at all, not one bit.”

I shifted down slightly in the bed, and leaned toward the girl, bringing my mouth almost to hers. “Are you getting close?”

“Uh-huh. Pretty close.”

“Is it all right if I kiss you when you come?”

“Yeah, that’d be nice. But, um, can you keep talking too? I want to hear more about Kerie. I really like hearing that. It turns me on.”

“Okay. What do you want to hear?”

“Tell me about when, um, when she had her fingers inside you.”

“All right, I will.”

She continued masturbating, and I rubbed my clit as I described for her all the forbidden things my daughter had done with me. “It was so hot, Tina, especially the first time she did that. It almost drove me crazy it felt so good. Now we do it all the time, every night, sometimes just after I get home from work. It feels so great to have my little girl fuck me with her fingers. She rubs my clit too, and fucks my cunt, and —”

“UNH!! AAHH!!”

Tina was coming. I’d really wanted to kiss her as she climaxed, but she hadn’t given me any warning. She just suddenly erupted, her whole body jerking wildly, grunting and groaning with each powerful spasm. Her chest and face were flushed, eyes squeezed tightly shut.

The orgasm didn’t last very long. It ended almost as quickly as it had begun. She let out a long moan and then completely relaxed, hands falling to her sides, head leaning back.

She slowly opened her eyes. “Oh my god…”

“You okay?”

“Yeah,” she giggled, turning to look at me. “Better than okay.”

I smiled at the girl. “I’m glad.”

After kissing her softly on the lips, I asked, “Do you need to rest a little while now, or…?”

“Uh-uh.” She shook her head. “I don’t need to rest. I’m good.”

“Okay. So, how would you feel about doing more than just masturbating together?”

Her big eyes widened, but she said, “Yeah, um, I think I want to. I think I’m ready for that.”

“Good.” I kissed her again, then said, “Will you take your bra off for me, so I can see you?”

Tina grinned, “I will if you will.”

“It’s a deal,” I chuckled.

We both reached behind our backs and unhooked our bras, letting them fall away at the same time.

Her breasts were lovely, not very large yet but nicely rounded, with pert nipples. I could hardly wait to get my mouth on them.

Tina stared at my boobs, her eyes going back and forth. She licked her lips. “Wow, they’re, um… I like ‘em, Shelly. They’re so big.”

I’m a C-cup, bordering on D, depending on the bra style. “Thank you,” I said. “I’m glad you like them.”

As she continued to stare at my breasts, the natural result occurred. My nipples stiffened and grew longer.

“Oh my god,” said Tina. “Look at that.”

“Uh-huh,” I nodded, fondling my erect nipples with my fingers. “They like attention.”

“I guess so.”

Then I said, “How about, um, how about panties next? Are you ready for that?”

“Sure, okay.”

“You take mine off first, then I’ll take yours off, all right?”

“Okay.”

We pushed the covers all the way down. Tina knelt between my legs and slipped her fingers into the waistband of my lacy black panties. As she started to tug them down, I lifted my butt, making it easier for her to slide them off.

When she saw that I was completely shaved, bald as a baby, she smiled and nodded. “Nice, really pretty.”

“Thank you.”

Tina set my panties aside. I wondered if she might sniff them, as I knew some women and girls enjoyed doing, but she didn’t. Instead she quickly crawled back into place, leaning against the headboard with her legs out straight, giggling like a schoolgirl. She was waiting for me to take off her undies.

I was happy to oblige. And as I pulled down her Hello Kitty panties, I was pleased to find that she too was fully shaved. Being a brunette, her pubic hair was darker and I could see sort of a shadow, but not much. She’d obviously shaved recently, probably just that morning.

“Mmm, you look good,” I said.

“Thank you.”

As I knelt between Tina’s legs, I placed my hands on her knees, and gently spread them far apart, opening her wide. Her labia separated. She was gleaming wet inside. Her breath quickened.

“You look good,” I repeated, licking my lips as I studied the teen’s beautiful pussy. I raised my eyes to meet hers for a moment, then looked down again at her sex. “Good enough to eat.”

“Okay,” she chuckled, “h-help yourself.” The stutter gave away her tension and her arousal.

“All right, I think I will.”

I lay down flat on the bed, my hands near the tops of her smooth thighs, my face only inches from her center. I closed my eyes, inhaling deeply. The scent of a girl, a hint of perfume, and the delicious aroma of pussy. My mouth watered.

It occurred me then that perhaps I should ask her permission once again, make sure she truly was ready for this. But no, we’d already talked about it. I’d asked her several times. This is what Tina wanted, and I wanted it too.

I brought my lips close to her lips. Before kissing her, I blew softly, my warm breath caressing her sex. The girl shivered all over. Her vagina seemed to clench, puckering, then opened wider. I leaned in still closer and kissed her pussy. She gasped.

I licked my lips, now wet with her juices. She tasted good. I kissed her again, this time extending my tongue, letting it circle around the rim of her vagina.

“Ohh!” she groaned. I saw her hands tightly grasping the bedsheets, knuckles turning white.

I kissed her sweet pussy, pressing my face in, sliding around, coating my nose and mouth and chin with the girl’s wetness. Moving a bit higher within her furrow, I nuzzled at her clit. She jumped and squeaked. I kissed her there, taking the fleshy skin between my lips, sucking, gently nibbling.

Tina was breathing fast now, almost gasping, whimpering, her young body atremble. I sucked at the skin around her clit, then used my tongue to burrow in a little deeper, finding the precious nub. She squealed. I didn’t think she was quite ready to come, but she was nearing a peak of arousal.

I kissed her clit a few more times, and then placed the tip of one finger at the opening of her vagina. I ran my fingertip around the rim. “Yes,” she moaned, “yes!”

My finger went inside, up to the first knuckle. She was tight, and wet, and very warm, but there was no sign of a hymen that I could detect. I pushed the finger in deeper, up to the second knuckle, then past it. She moaned, still more loudly.

Returning my attention to her clit, I nuzzled her there, licking again until my tongue located the little bud. Sliding my finger slowly in and out of her slippery pussy, I sucked and kissed her clit.

Tina gasped. She seemed to hold her breath, then gasped a second time. I heard a series of grunts, felt her body shiver, and then suddenly it happened — she came, hard. The muscles of her vagina clamped down tight around my finger, squeezing and releasing in rhythmic contractions. She shuddered violently, and howled, almost screaming.

I kept sucking her clit. It wasn’t easy to do, the way she was thrashing around, and I wasn’t sure how much she could take, but I didn’t stop. I wouldn’t stop until she begged me to. I sucked her clit and fucked her pussy, making her come again and again.

Finally she’d had enough. It was all she could stand. With a cry and a sob, the girl frantically grabbed my head, pushing me away. I let my finger slip out of her. As I sat up, smiling, I sucked it into my mouth, savoring the taste.

Tina rolled onto her side, both hands clasped between her legs. She was trembling all over, breath coming fast, body sometimes jerking with residual spasms.

I waited a few moments, letting her settle down a bit, then lay next to her, behind her, spooning. I stroked her arm and kissed her shoulder.

After perhaps half a minute, she took a deep breath, then let it out. “Oh my god,” she sighed, “what did you do to me?”

“We made love,” I chuckled. “Or I made love to you. And you know what?”

“What?”

“This is, um, only the second time I’ve done it, been with another girl, I mean — except for my daughter, of course, but in a way that doesn’t count since she’s so little. But anyway, the other time, with the other girl, her name was Vicky, and, um, she did most of it. I was kind of the receiving end, so this is really the first time that I, well, that I really got to spend much time doing it, doing the licking and all that. And I’m glad that, you know, that you seemed to like what I was doing.”

Tina laughed. As I’d been babbling away, she’d calmed down and was breathing almost normally now. “Liked it?” she giggled. “You wrecked me. I don’t think I’ll ever walk again.”

I laughed too. “All right, well, after a while, if you feel up to it, maybe you can return the favor — and then we’ll have to call an ambulance to take us both away!”

She shifted around in the bed, turning to face me. Her eyes were filled with tears. She laid a hand on my cheek and softly kissed my lips. Then, in a voice choked with emotion, she said, “Thank you. I wanted my first time to be, you know, to be really special. To be something I’ll always remember. And with you it was. Thank you.”

“Oh, Tina.”

I took her in my arms and we hugged. My eyes were wet too. I felt incredibly lucky to be able to share such an important, memorable experience with this lovely teenage girl.

After we finished our long, warm hug and enjoyed a few more kisses, Tina said, “Um, want me to do you now?”

I looked closely at her, studying her face. “Is that what you want?”

“Uh-huh,” she nodded.

“All right. If you want to, I would love it.”

With a cute little laugh, she scooted down between my legs. I pushed myself up, leaning against some pillows. I wanted to watch this as much as I could.

Tina was on her tummy, looking at my crotch. She licked her lips. “I’m not really sure, like, what I’m supposed to do. But I’ll try.”

“Well, I’m no expert either,” I chuckled. “We’re both learning. So, I guess, you know, just do whatever you feel like. Whatever seems natural.”

“Okay.” She settled in a bit, took a deep breath, then began by kissing my pussy, the way I had with her.

I shivered with excitement. It felt wonderful, her soft lips on my sex. “Mmm,” I sighed, “don’t stop.”

“I just started,” she giggled.

“I know, but keep doing it. Do it more. I can’t wait.”

“Okay.”

Over the next fifteen or twenty minutes, Tina licked and kissed and sucked… she slid a finger inside my vagina, then two fingers… she found my clit, teasing it and licking it and sucking it… she kissed me everywhere, even on my butthole, fingering me there too.

I enjoyed every bit of this, though it took longer for my arousal to build than I’d thought it might. I suppose that’s because I was nervous — and of course Tina was too. Sometimes she seemed unsure about what she was doing.

Finally, however, when she was fucking me with two fingers while sucking my clit, I felt that jittery stirring inside that told me I was getting ready.

“Don’t stop,” I urged, “keep doing that, don’t stop!”

“Mm-hm,” she nodded.

I held the teen’s head in my hands, looking down at her. Such a pretty girl, eating my pussy. And soon I was going to come, come right in her face.

I said that to her. “I’m gonna come in your face, come in your —”

Then I did. I climaxed. It wasn’t the biggest orgasm I’ve ever had, but it was wonderful, as they all are. I held Tina’s head, pulling her against me, groaning and shuddering. I’d wanted to keep looking, keep watching her while I came, but the feelings were too intense. I had to close my eyes as waves of pleasure surged through me.

When it was over, I pulled her up. We lay together, kissing. I tasted my pussy on her lips. We kissed passionately for a couple of minutes, until I paused, panting.

“That was so good,” I whispered, my forehead on hers.

“I’m glad,” Tina smiled. “Thanks for letting me, you know, have the chance.”

“Mmm, I think you’re a natural at this. You’re gonna make a lot of women and girls very happy.”

“Maybe.”

After we kissed a few more times, she said, “Can I, um, ask you something?”

“Sure, of course. You can ask me anything.”

“Well, you said before that I, you know, that this was your second time with a girl, right? Except for Kerie?”

“Uh-huh, that’s right.”

“How old was the other girl? What was her name, Vicky?”

“Yeah, it was Vicky. She was, well, I guess I really shouldn’t call her a girl. She was only a couple of years younger than me, in her early twenties. It was about a year and a half ago. I was 25 then.”

“Okay. Was she, like, your girlfriend or something?”

I shook my head. “No, in fact I only met her once, saw her that one time. It was a one-night stand. Quite a night, but that’s all there ever was.”

“And nobody since then?”

“Nope, nobody. No sex at all with anyone. Well, except for…”

“Except for Kerie.”

“Right.”

Except for my daughter.

Continue on to Chapter 14

By Naughty Mommy

After Jae’s second orgasm on top of Kerie, we took a short rest. I squeezed onto the single bed beside them, with my daughter in the middle. We all caught our breath, petting each other, talking quietly.

At one point, Kerie said, “They’re different.”

“Huh?” I asked. “What’s different?”

“Your nipples. Aunt Jae’s and yours.”

She was right. My sister and I both possess nipples that will become fairly long when erect, though hers are not as fat as mine and are much darker, brown to my pink, and her areolae are smaller.

“Yeah, I guess they are different,” I said.

Kerie looked at her own narrow chest, at the pale pink circles with tiny nubs in the center. “I wish mine were big.”

“They will be someday,” I assured her.

“Mmm, but I like ‘em just the way they are now,” said Jae. She leaned down and kissed Kerie’s nipple, then licked it, flicking her tongue over the tip.

Kerie laughed and squirmed. “That tickles!”

I followed Jae’s example, licking and kissing the other small nipple. Kerie giggled and wriggled, but didn’t try to stop us.

Then I thought of something. “You know what I like to do sometimes?” I said to Jae.

“What?”

“Well, I get on top of Kerie, but I rub my pussy on her chest and on her nipples, kind of slide back and forth on her and make myself come that way.”

“I really like that,” said Kerie. “It smells good.”

“It smells good?” Jae grinned, a twinkle in her eye.

“Uh-huh. When it’s up close like that, close to my face, I like how it smells.”

“Mmm, nice,” said Jae. “So, is it okay if I try that now?”

Kerie didn’t say anything, just nodded happily.

I sat up and moved aside a bit, making room. Kerie put her arms over her head, and Jae straddled her chest. Before starting, however, she turned to me.

“Oh, um,” Jae began, “earlier, when, you know, when we were doing it, I kind of lost it and I said some… some pretty bad words. I hope that’s all right.”

“Sure, it’s fine,” I replied. “Kerie’s heard me say all those things before. She knows it’s sort of part of the game, although of course we don’t use those words around other people, like in public or anything.”

“Yeah, I hope not,” Jae chuckled.

“Just relax, have fun, and say whatever you feel like saying. Kerie won’t mind, will you, sweetie?”

“No, I don’t mind.”

“All right,” said Jae, “let’s do it.”

She took Kerie by the wrists, stretching her arms out, and then slowly began moving on top of her, rubbing her sex on my daughter’s chest. Having received my permission, and indeed my encouragement, Jae also started talking dirty.

“Mmm, you like it when I fuck you this way, honey? When I rub my pussy on you?”

“Uh-huh,” Kerie nodded.

I started playing with myself again as I watched. I wasn’t sure how soon I’d be ready to come, but who knows? This was really turning me on.

“It feels so good,” said Jae. “Your nice warm little body under me, your sexy naked body. I love little girls, they’re so fucking hot.”

Kerie giggled. She didn’t seem bothered at all by Jae’s language. Of course, as I’d just admitted, she’d heard many of the same things from me before.

My sister’s pussy was extremely wet. I could see a gleam of slippery moisture coating Kerie’s chest. That made me even hotter. I rubbed my clit faster.

Jae was moving faster now too, already starting to pant and moan. Obviously this was working for her, quickly bringing her close. She leaned over Kerie, bare breasts swinging, looking down into my daughter’s eyes, humping her chest and talking dirty.

“You like having Aunt Jae fuck you this way? Huh?”

“Yeah, I do.”

“You like it when I rub my wet pussy on you? Mmm, fuck! I’m getting close. You want me to come on you, huh? Do you? Want me to come on you, little girl?”

“Uh-huh!”

Kerie’s eyes were darting everywhere — from Jae’s face to her tits, down to her own chest where Jae was grinding on her, sometimes over at me, then all around again. She was smiling, very excited.

But then I noticed something else. Kerie was squeezing her legs together, tightly, and kind of scissoring her thighs. With her arms pinned above her head, she couldn’t touch herself, but I got the feeling she would have if she could have.

For a brief moment I wondered if I should do it for her, rub my little girl’s clit with my fingers, try to get her off. I was almost ready to do that when I heard Jae gasp.

“Unh! Yeah! Gonna come on you! Gonna fucking come on you! Gonna — UNH! UNH!!”

She was climaxing on top of my daughter, her pussy only inches away from Kerie’s face.

That did it for me. I came too, falling sideways onto the bed, grunting and groaning as tremendous spasms shook my body.

 

We were getting hungry by that time and decided to take a break, have a late lunch. After all, we still had the rest of the afternoon to play games. We each put on enough clothes so we wouldn’t shock the neighbors while walking past the front windows, and headed for the kitchen.

Kerie wanted a bologna sandwich. Jae and I both had liverwurst on rye. As we were munching on our sandwiches and eating carrot sticks, Kerie said, “Mom?”

“Yes, honey?”

“Could you guys do it too?”

“What do you mean? Do what?”

“You know, play the game like you do with me. Only you and Aunt Jae, with each other. Can grownup ladies do it too?”

“Oh, uh, well, yes, they can, I suppose. Although, um…” I wasn’t sure how to respond.

As my stammering trailed off, Kerie asked Jae, “Did you do that on your date with Ms. Beddingdon? You said you had sex with her, right? When we do it that way, Mommy say she’s having sex with me. Is that what you did with her?”

My sister grinned, arching her eyebrows, and replied “No, not exactly. Chances are we will at some point, but this time, we…”

Jae turned to me. “How much does she know about oral sex?”

I was still befuddled. “Well, I… uh, not, not that much, I don’t think. I may have mentioned it, but…”

“What’s oral sex?” Kerie asked.

Just then the phone rang, on the wall in the kitchen near where we were sitting. I got up and answered it. Saved by the bell!

“Hello?”

“Shelly? Hi, it’s Rose.”

“Oh, hi, Rose. How are you guys doing? How was the fashion show?”

“It went fine. Emily modeled three outfits. She was really cute, just adorable. But that’s all over, and now the kids want to go to a movie. They haven’t decided which one yet. You know, they have ten screens here at the mall, and they’re still debating. Anyway, we thought it might be fun if you and Kerie could come and join us. We could catch a show around 3:00, whichever one, and then maybe get some dinner afterwards? What do you think?”

“Uh, well, maybe.”

“Is Jae still there? At your house?”

“Uh-huh, yeah, she is. We were just having kind of a late lunch.”

“Okay, great, so maybe she can come along too? Unless, that is, you’ve got other plans, if you’re busy doing something else.”

What could I tell her? That we’d been fucking each other in Kerie’s bedroom and were eager to get back to it? Obviously not.

Instead I said, “Um, just a sec, Rose. Let me check with them. Hold on.”

I put my hand over the mouthpiece and explained the situation. Like a typical kid, Kerie easily and quickly switched gears. I suppose she figured you could have sex any time — as she and I did every night, and often during the day as well — but a movie and dinner with friends was something special!

Jae shrugged, evidently willing to go along with whatever decision was made. Although I suspected that her preference, like mine, would have been to return to the bedroom, neither she nor I had the heart to squelch Kerie’s enthusiasm for an outing.

To Rose, I said, “Okay, sure, that sounds great. Thanks for asking. We’ll have to, uh, get ready, but we can probably meet you there in, say, half an hour or maybe a little more. Will that work?”

She said it would.

Our delicious afternoon in bed was over, but we did have a fun time at the movie. Or at least the girls did. We ended up seeing Izzie’s Way Home, which I thought was pretty stupid. Honestly, who thinks of these things? And why would people pay good money to see them? Well, we did, so there you go.

We managed to get a booth at Applebee’s and crowded into it for dinner. Emily and Rose and Jae were seated on one side, Melissa and Kerie and I on the other. Everything went fine, but I have to admit I couldn’t stop thinking the whole time about what we might be missing at home.

Kerie’s suggestion that Jae and I ‘play the game’ together was intriguing, to say the least. What would it be like to do that with my sister, especially with Kerie there too? As we ate and chatted, images of that sexy scene kept popping into my head: naked in bed with Jae, her on top, scissoring with me, and my 8-year-old daughter right beside us, watching closely, maybe playing with herself. Mmm, so hot.

Even though it was a school night and Kerie couldn’t stay up too late, I was really hoping we might still get a chance to try that — we’d finish eating, say goodbye, then hurry home and start fucking again — except I’d forgotten about something.

The check came and Rose picked it up. Jae tried to fight her for it, but Rose said, “You did dinner last night, a wonderful dinner, so this one’s on me. I insist.”

“All right, you win, but next time it’s my turn,” said Jae. Then she looked at her phone, which had started buzzing. “Drat. Sorry to eat and run, but I really have to get going. Got a plane to catch, and I still need to pack.”

“A plane?” I asked cluelessly.

“Yeah, don’t you remember? I told you I was flying to Chicago tonight. Be there until Friday. That big client just insists on it. I can do pretty much everything for them remotely, but they like seeing my face every couple months. And they’re paying for it, quite handsomely, so why not?”

“I don’t blame them,” Rose said. “I like seeing your face too.”

“So do I,” I nodded. “I’ll miss you, honey.”

“Aw, you guys are sweet.” Jae gave Rose a hug and a long kiss on the lips, then got up from the table. She leaned over and kissed Kerie, and kissed me too. “Okay, I gotta go. You stay and enjoy. I’ll call you tomorrow.”

Jae said this last to both Rose and me. Then she was off and on her way.

The kids had just about finished their dessert, so we soon left the restaurant as well. Kerie and I hugged our friends, thanked them for dinner, then headed home from the mall, just the two of us. Any opportunity I might have for sex with my sister would just have to wait.

I took a quick bath when we got home, and this time Kerie got in with me. That was unusual. Normally she would take showers in the other bathroom, the one next to her bedroom. I liked having a special quiet time for myself, all alone, when I could think about things and masturbate after I finished bathing and shaving. But I was feeling extra close to Kerie after watching her that afternoon with Jae, so I invited her to join me in the tub. She thought that was a really neat treat.

We washed each other’s backs, and she observed as I shaved my pussy. Since I did it nearly every day, there was almost nothing there, of course. Plus, being a natural blonde, my body hair is fine and light. I’m lucky that way.

Kerie and I rubbed lotion on each other when we were done, then slipped into bed together. We kissed for quite a long time. She wanted to practice using her tongue. I think she enjoyed it as much as I did!

But then, when I was getting eager to fuck, feeling the need to have her pussy on mine, and as I moved her into position, holding her little bottom in my hands, pulling her tightly against me, she said, “Mom?”

“Yes, honey?”

“What’s oral sex?”

“Huh?”

“Aunt Jae said oral sex. What is that?”

“Oh, well, uh… oral sex is when a person uses her mouth, or his mouth if it’s a man, on another person. On, you know, on their genitals. On a woman’s pussy, or on a man’s, um, penis.”

“Their mouth?” she asked.

“Uh-huh.”

“How do they do that?”

“Well, um, licking or kissing or sucking. That sort of thing.”

“Can we do that?”

I was at a loss, caught off guard. I’d certainly thought about having oral sex with Kerie, plenty of times. I often fantasized about it when I masturbated — yet somehow I never thought we would ever actually get around to doing it with each other.

That seemed different to me in a way, as if it would be real sex as opposed to the things we’d been doing so far. I never even truly admitted to myself that I was engaging in incest with my daughter. Jae and I had used the word a few times in conversation, but I’d managed to keep the meaning of it separate from what I was doing with Kerie. She and I were just having fun, playing games, sharing our love and affection. It wasn’t incest. It wasn’t even sex!

Of course, it was sex. I knew that perfectly well. I’d only been kidding myself with all my rationalizations. And now it was time to face facts.

“Well, uh, sweetie, see, oral sex is kind of something extra special. You only do that with someone when you, well…”

I was going to say when you truly love that person. But Kerie and I did love each other, very much. And if I changed the phrase to say when you were in love with someone, she would just tell me she was in love with me, so that argument wouldn’t work either. Anyway, in real life, people who aren’t in love have oral sex all the time, just messing around, getting their kicks. So, should I tell her that? It was the truth.

But if I told Kerie oral sex is something people do simply for fun, she surely would want to know why she and I couldn’t do it for the same reason! I was stuck, no matter what I said.

“When you what?” she asked.

I took a deep breath. “Like I said, honey, it’s something very, very special, and I really need to, um, to think about it a little while first. I promise, though, that I’ll do that, and then maybe tomorrow night, or maybe later on this week, you and I can talk about it some more. Okay?”

“Okay, I guess.”

I kissed her mouth. “I love you, Kerie.”

“I love you too, Mommy.”

“But now I want you to fuck me. Fuck me hard and make me come, okay?”

“Ooh, goodie!”

She shifted down a little, placing her pussy over mine, and we began.

My orgasms that night were even more dazzling and explosive than usual, my mind teeming with fantasy images of Kerie licking my pussy, and of me eating hers. Would we do that? I was almost certain we would. The only question was how soon it might happen.

I thought about it all day the next day, of course, but still couldn’t decide what to do or what to say to my daughter. I considered asking Jae for advice, except I knew that she would simply tell me to go ahead. How was that really any different, she would ask, from what we were already doing? And she would be right. It wasn’t.

I didn’t bring up the subject with Kerie that night and fortunately she didn’t either. We had sex, naturally — warm, wonderful, extremely satisfying sex, tribbing and kissing and fingering, even sucking nipples — everything but oral. The next night was the same.

 

Then Wednesday came, the day I was planning to meet Tina downtown at 12:30. She would leave school early, with an excuse provided by me, and I would take her to a hotel room, which I’d already reserved. There, I would tell the girl all my dirty secrets and hopefully seduce her. Or maybe she would seduce me. Either way, I was pretty sure we would end up in bed, and I couldn’t wait. I was turning into a sex maniac!

Tina had stopped by my office on both Monday and Tuesday to covertly confirm our plans, probably checking to make sure I wasn’t getting cold feet. I wasn’t. I’ll admit that my conscience did nag at me from time to time. According to society’s rules, this certainly wasn’t right, an employee of the school having sexual relations with a 15-year-old student. But then I’d see Tina again, and any doubts I had would vanish.

She always dressed attractively, with style, taking more care to look appealing than many kids her age would do. And that week, it seemed to me, the girl was making an extra effort. Her skirts were a little shorter, necklines a bit lower, makeup more pronounced. Each time she came into the office, I noticed Mrs. Simmons, the harridan receptionist, frowning at her with obvious disapproval. But what did I care? Tina’s grades were excellent, her attendance record was perfect, she was in every way a model student. So what if she also happened to be cute and sexy? Was that a crime?

No, but I what I was planning to do with her might be. The age of consent in our state was 16, and I could certainly get myself in a lot of trouble. Not to mention lose my job. On the other hand, none of that would happen if no one found out. We would just have be very careful.

So, it was with a mixture of excitement and trepidation that I sat in my car near the corner of High Street, waiting for the city bus to arrive. I’d actually toned down my look for the day, dressing conservatively in slacks, low heels, and a loose cable knit sweater with a shell top underneath. No need to give Mrs. Simmons anything else to think about.

I hoped I wouldn’t keep those clothes on for long, however, once Tina and I were alone together. Was I nervous? Sure, but I was also feeling incredibly horny. It was all I could do not to start masturbating right there in public as I fantasized about what I wanted to do with the hot teenage girl.

The bus pulled to a stop just after 12:30 and a few passengers stepped out, including Tina. I waved to her from the car. She trotted over and got in, laughing, “This is so cool — like a James Bond movie!”

She was in a denim mini, a tank top, sneakers with no socks, a cardigan sweater tied around her waist and carrying a backpack. Tina looked, for once, more like a typical high school kid than an alluring temptress, and I was glad of that. I didn’t expect to see anyone we knew at the quiet hotel I’d chosen, but at least this way I might be able to make up some sort of plausible excuse if we did.

We didn’t, fortunately. I checked us in, asking Tina to wait for me in the sundries shop near the lobby. Then I retrieved the girl and we headed up to the room for our illicit meeting.

Continue on to Chapter 13

By Naughty Mommy

As planned, Rose stopped by our house a little after 11:00 on Sunday morning to pick up her daughter. She seemed surprised and a bit flustered to find Jae there, but quickly recovered.

While Jae was giving the woman a warm hug and then a lingering, somewhat sensual kiss on the lips, I noticed both Melissa and Kerie watching closely. It was likely they were wondering, as I had earlier, where this relationship might go.

Rose was blushing when the long kiss ended, but she smiled at Melissa and asked, “So, did you have a good time?”

“Yeah, the best!” replied the girl.

“Good, I’m glad. Now get your stuff, we have to go.”

“Wouldn’t you like to stay for a while?” I asked. “Have a cup of coffee?”

“No, I’m sorry, I really would, but I can’t. Emily’s out in the car. She’s appearing in a fashion show at the mall this afternoon and we’re running late. We’ll do it another time, okay?”

“Of course, whenever you’d like. You’re always welcome here.”

We said our goodbyes and they were on their way.

“So,” said Jae, as I shut the front door, “what do you guys have planned for the day? Any chance I can tag along?”

“Um, well,” I began, “I really want to talk with you, with both of you, about a few things. Let’s go sit down, okay?”

“All right,” Jae shrugged.

As we started toward the living room, I asked my sister, “Oh, do you want some more coffee?”

“No, thanks. I’m good.”

Kerie and I sat on the couch, Jae in a chair close to us. She was wearing a pair of my sweatpants along with one of my old t-shirts. Her feet were bare.

“Okay,” I began, “the first thing is, I want to ask you, Kerie, sweetheart, about what you and Melissa did last night, in your room. You can tell me anything, whatever it is, and I promise I won’t get mad. Whatever you did is fine, okay?”

Kerie nodded.

I turned to Jae. “She and I already had a talk about this,” I explained, “and agreed that we weren’t going to have any secrets between us, not about things like that. We do have to keep some stuff, you know, private from other people, but not from each other.”

“Sounds good to me,” said Jae, smiling.

To Kerie, I said, “All right, so, do you want to tell me what you guys did?”

My little girl frowned, looking up and off to the side, as if trying to remember. “Well, um, we played Barbies, and we played house, and we played school, and we tried on clothes, and we played shopping, and, um, and we did do one thing — I hope you won’t get mad.”

I patted her knee. “No, I already told you, I won’t get mad. You can just tell me, whatever it was. Go on.”

“Okay, well, um, after you and Aunt Jae went in your room, me and Melissa got hungry, so we went out and got some cookies and we took ‘em back to my room. Was that bad?”

“No, honey, it wasn’t bad,” I chuckled. “I know I usually say you’re not supposed to have food in your room, but that was sort of like a party last night, having Melissa sleep over, so it’s just fine, no problem.”

She looked relieved.

“But what I really meant to ask is whether you did anything else with Melissa. Anything like, you know, the kinds of games you and I play with each other in bed at night.”

Kerie grinned. “Yeah, we did.”

“Okay. What did you do?”

“Well, it was after we got in bed. She slept in my bed, both of us together. And um, I told her how you and me always sleep, you know, naked, with nothing on, so that’s what me and Melissa did too.”

“All right. Anything else?”

“Yeah, um, I showed her how we do that. How I lift up one leg and rub myself against you. Or how you do that with me. We tried it both ways, but it didn’t really work. Not like it does with you.”

I couldn’t help but smile, feeling such love for my precious daughter. I rubbed my hand along her leg, caressing her thigh. She was in a little sundress, very short. Her skin felt soft and warm.

“When you say it didn’t work,” I asked gently, “do you mean you didn’t have an orgasm?”

“Uh-huh,” Kerie nodded. “We didn’t. Not then.”

“Not then…? What do you mean?”

“Well, um, Melissa told me at home she uses her teddy. She gets on top of him and rubs herself on him, kinda like how I do with you. That’s how she gets orgasms.”

My eyes went wide. “Wow, she told you that?”

“Uh-huh, and she showed me too.”

“She showed you?”

“Yeah, with my monkey. She did it with him instead.”

“Oh my gosh. Did it work? I mean, did she actually come?”

“Uh-huh,” Kerie smiled. “And then I tried it too, on him, except I didn’t like it that much. Not like with you.”

“Wow, okay… so, was there anything else? Anything else like that, I mean? Or is that all?”

“That’s all. She just did that with my monkey one time, showing me, and then I tried it too, and then I tried it on her some more. But then after that we stopped and just talked and stuff. We tried to keep awake, but then we fell asleep.”

“All right.” I gave my daughter a big hug, rubbing and patting her back. Then I kissed her on the lips. “Thank you for telling me all about everything, sweetheart, for not keeping secrets. I really appreciate it.”

“You’re welcome.”

I took a deep breath and slowly let it out, feeling happy and proud of myself. I’m a good mom.

Then I turned to Jae, “Did you have anything, maybe, to add, or anything to ask?”

“Not really. It does kind of remind me, though — Kerie’s story of what they did — it kind of reminds me of when we were kids, some of the stuff I did with you.”

I nodded, “Uh-huh, me too.”

“But you know,” added Jae, “as long as we’re all telling each other everything, I guess I really should tell you, Kerie, about the, uh, the date I had with Rose last night, with Melissa’s mom.”

“Ms. Beddingdon,” said Kerie.

“Yes, that’s right,” Jae smiled. “Ms. Beddingdon. Anyway, she came over and we had dinner at my house, and we had a real good time. We, um, we also did a lot of kissing, and well, we had sex. I don’t want to keep secrets like that from you, since it seems we’re not supposed to.”

“Are you in love?” Kerie asked, innocently.

“Oh, uh, not really, not like that. I like her very much. We’re friends, and I’ll probably be seeing more of her, but I wouldn’t really say we’re in love. Just friends.”

“Okay.”

I winked at Jae, then turned back to my daughter, patting her knee. “Now, honey, the next thing… you told me before that you thought it might be fun to, you know, to play our game with Aunt Jae sometime. Would you still like to do that?”

“Uh-huh,” Kerie nodded eagerly, eyes bright with anticipation.

“Jae?” I said. “Are you still up for that? You don’t have to, of course, if you don’t want to.”

“Oh my god, are you kidding? I’d love to!”

“Good. Well, then, I think now would be the perfect time. We have the whole afternoon free, nothing else we need to do. But do you, uh, do you think you guys would like to be alone when you do it? Or is it okay if I’m there too, with you?”

“Oh, I think you should be there,” said Jae, “definitely.” She was perched on the edge of her chair, elbows on her knees, looking eager.

“Me too,” agreed Kerie. “All three of us.”

“All right,” I said. “And, um, so, do you want to go in the bedroom? Or, I suppose, do it here? Jae, which would you prefer?”

“Hell, anywhere,” she laughed. “Except, you know, now that I think about it, how about in Kerie’s bedroom? Would that be okay?”

“Sure,” I nodded. “Why not?”

Kerie clapped her hands. “Yay! We’ve never done it in there before. We’ve done it in bed, in Mommy’s bed, I mean, and in here, too, right here” — she patted the couch with her hand — “and in the kitchen, kind of, except not really. But we never did it in my room yet. That’ll be fun!”

My daughter’s face was glowing. She was bubbling over with excitement.

As we entered the bedroom, Jae looked slowly around, taking it all in — the pink curtains, the My Little Pony wallpaper, the Barbie Dreamhouse — and nodded with approval. She’d been in Kerie’s room before, of course, but not that often and not recently.

“Uh-huh, just perfect,” she smiled. “A little girl’s bedroom, perfect.”

I was pretty sure I knew what my sister was thinking. Playing ‘the game’ with Kerie in a room like that would emphasize what she was doing — the forbidden thrill of having sex with a child, a little girl. Never mind that the room was a total mess, with dolls and clothes and toys strewn everywhere. If anything, that made the contrast with an adult’s bedroom even plainer.

“So, how do you want to start?” Jae smiled at Kerie.

“We have to take our clothes off first.”

“Okay. That’s easy.”

Jae pushed down my borrowed sweatpants, stepping out of them, then whipped the t-shirt off as well, flinging it away. She wore nothing underneath. “Ta-da!” she exclaimed, holding out her arms.

“Yay!” clapped Kerie, laughing. “Okay, my turn now!”

My little girl pulled her loose sundress over her head, then quickly skimmed her yellow flowered undies down, kicking them off. She jumped up in the air and landed with her feet wide apart, arms stretched out. “Ta-da! Ta-da!”

“Hurray!” Jae and I both applauded.

“Mommy, you should get naked too,” said Kerie.

Jae nodded. “I agree, she’s right.”

“Really? Well, okay,” I shrugged.

I was wearing shorts and panties along with a tank top and bra. After thinking a moment, I felt inspired to do my undressing in a manner different from theirs. First, however, I glanced at the window, wondering if I should pull the shade down, then decided not to. Kerie’s bedroom faced the backyard, but there were lots of trees and shrubbery out there and the yard was fenced. No one could see in.

So, as I started singing kind of a stripper tune — “Bum-ba-bum, bum-ba-bum” — and gyrating my body, I unbuttoned and unzipped the shorts, then gradually turned my back to them, still swaying, wagging my behind and easing the shorts down my legs, stepping out of them. Then I grabbed my butt with both hands, shaking it.

Kerie and Jae laughed and cheered. They were sitting side by side on the unmade bed.

Facing away from them, humming and swaying, I pulled the tank top slowly up and off, then reached back to unhook the clasp on my bra. I shrugged the straps from my shoulders, but held the cups over my breasts as I slowly turned toward them again.

Smiling and licking my lips, I leered, “You want to see more?”

“Yeah!” cried my sister and my daughter.

I let the bra fall away and took my breasts in my hands, jiggling them, lifting them up, licking my lips again as I looked at my erect nipples.

“Oh my god!” Jae exclaimed. “I didn’t know you had this in you!”

Giggling, feeling very happy and very dirty at the same time, I hooked my thumbs in the waistband of my panties and began peeling them down, inch by inch, as sensually and seductively as I knew how.

When my smoothly shaved mound came into view, Jae cooed, “Ooh,” and Kerie joined her, “Ooh!”

Then my pussy lips were revealed. They were sticky and wet.

“Nice,” said Jae.

“Yeah,” Kerie agreed.

I pulled the panties the rest of the way down and struck a little pose, receiving loud applause.

“Okay, that show’s over,” I said, smiling. “Now I want to watch you two play the game.”

“All right,” Jae nodded, turning to Kerie. “What do you want to do first?”

“Tickling!” my daughter immediately declared.

“Tickling?” asked Jae.

“Yeah. You lay down and I’ll get on top of you and you tickle me.”

“Okay, sure.”

As Jae shifted around, lying on her back, head on a pillow, and as Kerie climbed on top of her, giggling, I had to remind myself once again that my daughter was still just a little girl, only 8 years old. She liked playing games, real games, not necessarily sexy games, but fun things like tickling. This might lead to other things — it would, of course, and she would enjoy those too, very much — but I really wanted to remember to play with her more in bed at night, not just have sex with her.

While I was musing, they got going. With their height difference — my sister was  5’8” and Kerie only 4’4” — Kerie’s face was about at the level of Jae’s breasts as she lay between her legs. That made me wonder for a moment if I would see any nipple-sucking that afternoon, and I certainly hoped I would. But for now, Jae just started tickling her, at the waist, under the arms, at the neck. Kerie squirmed and shrieked in delight, laughing wildly.

This went on for a minute or two, until Kerie was out of breath, almost sobbing in pleasure, her whole body trembling. I saw a sheen of sweat on her back. She lay for a few moments, panting, cheek resting on Jae’s chest. Then she raised her head, and said, “Now kissing.”

“Okay,” Jae nodded.

Kerie moved up a little higher until their lips were almost touching. “I like kissing,” she said to my sister, before they began.

“So do I,” said Jae. “I like it a lot.”

Their mouths came together, lips apart. Both were using tongues, right away. I could hear soft moans, along with wet slurping sounds. Jae stroked Kerie’s back, one hand sliding down to grab a small butt cheek.

I stepped closer to the bed, licking my lips, taking my breasts in my hands, pinching the hard nipples. Then I pressed my thighs together, clenching the muscles, making my clit tingle.

Should I do it? Should I masturbate, right there in front of them? Well, why not? Jae had seen me do it before, as had Kerie of course. I moved my feet slightly apart and put a hand between my legs, rubbing my clit, the other hand massaging my breasts.

On the bed, my sister and my little girl were kissing with even more urgency, sucking at each other’s mouths. Jae had both hands on Kerie’s bottom, squeezing hard, fingers reaching into the crack.

Kerie finally broke the long kiss. “Now? Should we do it now?” she panted.

“Do what?” asked Jae.

“You know, um, the game. Me rubbing on you.”

“Oh, uh, sure. Yes, absolutely.”

Kerie wriggled down until their mounds were at the same level. Jae’s legs were spread wide. I could see that she was very wet, pussy lips gleaming.

Before starting, Kerie glanced up at me, a huge smile on her face. I winked at my daughter and blew her a kiss. She giggled, then returned her attention to Jae, and to the game.

“I like doing this,” she said.

“Okay, good. I can’t wait,” Jae replied.

Kerie began moving, just the way she did with me, pushing her vulva into Jae’s sex, sliding up and down. From this angle, I could see that her buttocks would tense with each upward thrust, muscles tightening. I wondered if that stimulated her clit, as it would with me, or if she was still too young for that.

“Mmm, god,” sighed Jae, “so nice.”

I pushed a finger inside my own pussy, crouching slightly, groaning in pleasure as I reached deep, finding the g-spot and teasing it. With my other hand I rubbed my clit.

Kerie’s pace was increasing. She had her hands on Jae’s shoulders, supporting herself as they tribbed. My little girl’s eyes were closed, her face pinched in concentration. Would she be able to come? I hoped so — I wanted to see that!

“Uh-huh, uh-huh, do it, baby,” hissed Jae. “Fuck me, fuck my cunt!”

Kerie slid up and down, up and down, now making little squeaking noises that I could hear along with the slippery wet sounds of pussy on pussy.

I slid a second finger inside my hot vagina, pumping in and out. I was quickly getting close.

It looked like Jae was just about ready as well. Her cheeks were red, face shiny with sweat, eyes squeezed shut, head twisting from side to side as she panted, “Yes! Yes!”

I fucked myself hard, palm slapping against my vulva. Kerie fucked Jae, faster and faster. The room was filled with the aroma of pussy and with the sounds of hot girl-girl sex.

Suddenly Jae cried, “OH! FUCK!” her body jerking in rhythmic spasms. She was climaxing.

Kerie’s squeaks became a single long squeal. Then all at once she went rigid, holding her breath, face turning almost purple. She gasped and shuddered. My little girl was climaxing.

I fucked my own cunt as fast as I could and rubbed my clit, fingers flying. I wanted to come with them, so badly. And then I was there, over the top, exploding into orgasm.

Somehow I managed to keep my feet. I stumbled a bit as I came, both hands clamped between my legs, sticky juices oozing from my pulsating vagina, dripping off my fingers. When it was nearly over, and I was able to relax somewhat, I reached out, finding the mattress. My eyes were still closed, the tremors not yet finished.

I sat on the edge of the bed, tenderly patting my pussy, soothing it, taking a final deep breath and then opening my eyes.

Jae had her arms wrapped around Kerie. They were kissing again. I smiled and licked my fingers, tasting myself. It made me so happy to see them that way — the two people I loved most in the world, sharing affection, giving one another pleasure. I’d clearly made the right choice, deciding to allow this. And how could I not? If they both wanted it and both enjoyed it, as they obviously did, why should I stand in their way?

I knelt on the floor, close to them, placing a hand on my little girl’s shoulder. “Hey, you two?” I asked softly. “Having a good time?”

Kerie turned toward me, licking her lips. “Yeah, that was fun, Mommy. I liked it.”

“I liked it too,” Jae grinned, and comically rolled her eyes. “Ohh, how I liked it!”

I laughed, giving Jae a kiss on the lips. Then I nuzzled Kerie’s nose, kissing her as well. “So, what’s next?” I asked.

“I wanna do it the other way now,” my daughter answered immediately, “with Aunt Jae on top, and, you know, my leg up high.”

“Okay,” I nodded. “That sounds good.”

They rearranged themselves, with Jae getting up and Kerie taking her place, lying on her back with one thin leg held straight up. Jae mounted her, straddling Kerie’s thigh, pressing their pussies together.

It was amazing to see. I wasn’t quite ready to come again yet, but I gently massaged my sex, playing with myself as I watched my sister fuck my little girl.

Jae came twice that way over a span of about fifteen minutes and Kerie came once as well, somewhere in the middle between Jae’s orgasms. Although I hadn’t really expected to — hadn’t thought I was close enough yet — when I saw Kerie start to come, I reached climax too.

The feeling surged up all at once, bursting over me. I couldn’t stop it, and of course I didn’t want to. I loved it. It’s so incredibly erotic to be there with your own young daughter as she has an orgasm. Every mother should experience it.

Continue on to Chapter 12

By Naughty Mommy

Once inside my bedroom, Jae immediately started taking off her clothes, first her blouse, then her bra. As she began to unzip her leather mini, she looked at me. I was just standing there, watching, still in my robe and nightgown.

“Come on, honey, let’s get naked,” she said.

“Oh, uh, you don’t wanna borrow a nightie or something?”

Jae rolled her eyes. “You sleep in the raw with your daughter, don’t you? So why not with me?”

“Well… all right.”

I slipped out of my robe, hanging it on the back of the door. Then I lifted the nightgown over my head and off. I was wearing panties too, so I pushed them down, stepping out of them. During all this I hadn’t made eye contact with Jae, but I could sense that she was watching me. I looked up.

My sister was on her side in the bed, propped on an elbow, grinning. The sheets were just above her waist. I blushed deeply, and had to resist the urge to cover myself with my hands.

I was feeling self-conscious because it had always seemed to me that Jae had a much nicer body than mine. She was tall and slim with long perfect legs, and with small breasts set high on her chest. She was very pretty, too, although she usually wore only a minimal amount of makeup, just enough to accentuate her lovely brown eyes set off by short dark hair.

In addition to being blonde with a few freckles and shorter than my sister, I tended to plumpness, though I tried hard to keep a good figure. My breasts were larger than hers, with big pink nipples. But my tits were starting to sag, and my thighs and butt showed some cellulite. I felt like I never measured up next to Jae.

She didn’t say anything, just gazed at me, smiling as her eyes ran up and down my body. When I started toward the bed, she pulled back the covers for me and we settled in, lying on our sides, facing one another.

It was only then that I remembered why I’d put on a nightgown in the first place. It was in case the little girls, specifically Melissa, needed to come to my room for some reason. I hadn’t wanted her to find me nude. Oh well, I figured, too late to worry about that now.

“Um, do you want me to turn out the light?” I asked.

Jae shook her head. “No, not yet. But can I ask you something?”

“Sure. What?”

“Well, when you and Kerie get in bed at night, what do you do first? Usually, I mean.”

“Usually?” I giggled. “Usually we fuck.” All that alcohol was definitely having an effect.

“I know, but I mean, what do you do first? How do you start?”

“Jeez, lots of different ways. But I suppose most often it’s with Kerie on top. We like to kiss and, you know, I open my legs and she slides up and down on me.”

“Nice.” She licked her lips. “Tell me how that feels.”

It suddenly struck me that my sister was masturbating, right there beside me. This was something new. We’d done it together over the phone, of course, and I’d watched her that one time at her house — but this was much more intimate than anything we’d ever done before, at least since we were kids. Now we were naked in bed, close enough to touch or kiss, and she was rubbing her pussy!

This made me very excited.

“You want me to tell you what it feels like,” I leered, “when my 8-year-old daughter fucks me?”

“Yeah, I do. I really do.”

I slid a hand down between my legs. Somewhere, in a distant part of my mind, a small voice argued that it was too risky: what if Kerie and Melissa came in? But I ignored that voice. The wine and my lust were far more persuasive.

“Mmm, think about that, Jae. A warm little body on top of yours, all sweet and smooth, her hairless mound sliding up and down on your wet pussy. She’s kissing you, and she has a hand on your tit, playing with the nipple.”

“Uh-huh, go on.”

I parted my legs, raising a knee, making it easier to push a finger up inside my juicy cunt. Jae grinned when she realized what I was doing.

“And she loves it. The little girl loves turning you on, making you hot, making you come. She loves it as much as you do, maybe even more.”

“She does?”

“Oh my god, yes, she really does, absolutely. Kerie loves sex and can’t get enough. But now she’s kissing you and fucking you, rubbing herself on you faster and faster and faster, and—”

“Ohhhh!! God!!” Jae gasped, her eyes squeezed shut. She was climaxing.

I wasn’t really close yet, but that was fine, because it was almost as pleasurable just to watch her. I truly love that. I continued slowly fucking myself, rubbing my thumb over my clit as my sister groaned and shuddered, coming hard.

When she finished, she opened her eyes, blinking, trying to catch her breath.

“God,” she said. “God, I came — I came twice with — with Rose — but this was just as good — here with you.”

“Was it?” I smiled.

“Uh-huh. I don’t know why… I guess ‘cause of what we’re talking about, you know, about Kerie.”

“Yeah, I know. I like talking about that.”

“Me too. It really turns me on.”

As I slid a finger in and out of my pussy and thumbed my clit, I felt the buildup starting. It wouldn’t take much longer now.

But then Jae said, “Hey, want to try something else?”

“Huh? Try what?”

“Um, I wanna come one more time. But, I mean, is it okay if we kiss? That might make it even better, you know?”

“Really?? You want to kiss me?”

“Uh-huh.”

I took a deep breath before replying. This seemed like a very big step for us. Finally I said, “Well… okay.”

She wrapped an arm around me, pulling me tight, our bare breasts pressing together. Her other hand was working between her legs. As close as we were, I could feel her movements, our fingers sometimes touching.

“Keep going,” she whispered. “I’m gonna come again, and I want you to come too, while we’re kissing.”

“All right.”

She brought her lips to mine — and for the first time since we were girls, my sister and I shared a deeply sensual, sexual kiss.

Her tongue was in my mouth. She was breathing hard. I felt her fingers moving fast between her legs. It was clear it wouldn’t take long at all for her to come.

I shoved a second finger inside my vagina, moaning with pleasure as we kissed. I fucked myself, pushing my fingers deep, stimulating my g-spot. Then I heard Jae start to squeal, but with her mouth still clamped over mine. And as she started to come, I did too. We climaxed together that way, kissing and masturbating, naked bodies hot and sweaty.

As our simultaneous orgasms wound down, we finally ended the kiss — and then both burst into giggles, hugging and laughing. I felt incredibly close to her at that moment, not just physically, but emotionally and in every other way. Next to Kerie, I love my big sister more than anyone else in the world.

 

A few minutes later, I’d turned out the light and we were lying together in the dark, side by side, holding hands.

“That was nice,” said Jae, in a languid voice.

“It was,” I agreed. “I’m really glad you came over tonight.”

“Me too. I’m really glad I came.”

We chuckled about that, and then she said, “So, for me, that’s… four orgasms, counting the ones with Rose. But I mean, like, compared to you that’s nothing. How many did you say you had with Kerie?”

“Well, I think seven is the most. Although sometimes, you know, I kinda lose track.”

“I’ll bet you do.”

We were quiet then for a couple of minutes, until Jae said, “Shelly?”

“Yeah?”

“You’re not asleep yet, are you.”

“No,” I grinned in the dark, squeezing her hand. “I’m not asleep yet.”

“Because, um, there’s something I’ve been thinking about.”

“Okay. What is it?”

“Well, remember the other day when I said the idea of lesbian incest is really exciting to me? And you said it was for you too, that maybe it runs in the family? Remember that?”

“Yeah, I guess. What about it?”

“Well, I was thinking about our mom. I mean, she and Dad seemed happy enough together, I suppose. By most standards, you’d say it was a pretty good marriage, right? And yet, Mom always seemed kind of sad to me, disappointed, like maybe she thought she was missing out on something in her life. I think that possibly — no, I’m actually pretty sure — Mom was bi-curious, even though I doubt she ever actually tried anything.”

“What makes you say that?”

“What, that she never tried anything?”

“No, I mean that she was bi-curious, as you call it. What makes you say that?”

“Well, after I came out to them when I was, what, 19, and then once in a while I would bring one of my college girlfriends over to the house, do you remember how Mom would look at those girls?”

“No, not really.”

“I do. I hadn’t thought about it for a long time, until you said that the other day about it running in the family. But, yeah, after Mom knew for sure I was gay, and she would see me with my girlfriends, it was like I could tell what was going through her mind — that she was imagining me having sex with them, that she was picturing them naked, and me naked with them, and I think it was turning her on.”

“Come on, Jae. You’re just making that up.”

“No, I mean it. Like I said, I’m pretty sure she never acted on anything, but I’m almost certain she had sexual feelings for those girls, and maybe for me too, and for you.”

“Really? You really think so? For us?”

“Yeah I do, I really do. And now that you’ve got this amazing thing going with your own daughter, Kerie, it makes me wonder what it would have been like if our situation as kids had been different — you know, if Mom had felt free somehow to act on her desires. What if she had let us know that she wanted to have sex with us? Have you ever thought about that?”

I felt movement in the bed. Jae was starting to masturbate again.

“No, I haven’t ever thought about that,” I answered softly.

But now I did. I pictured our mother, a lovely woman who was built more like Jae than like me… she was tall, 5’7”, almost the same height as our father, with long legs and a willowy figure. She liked short skirts and dresses, and almost always wore high heels, showing off her beautiful legs. My mom was very pretty, with blonde hair and blue eyes like mine. But Jae was right, she did seem kind of sad much of the time, like something was missing. Could it really be true that she longed for lesbian sex, or even more, that she might have had forbidden desires for Jae, and for me, her own daughters?

In the darkness, Jae said, “I always loved looking at Mommy, especially when I was younger. I think she was the first woman I ever truly wanted sexually.”

“Okay.”

“Do you remember when she would come in at night when we were kids and tuck us in bed and give us a goodnight kiss? How she would always smell so nice then, and how she would wear those flimsy transparent nighties, and we could see her naked body right through them? Remember that?”

I did remember, although for many years I hadn’t thought about it. But now, in the light of the way Jae was describing things…

“Yeah,” I nodded, “that does seem kind of unusual, doesn’t it? She would kiss us a lot at night as I recall.”

“Yes, she would, definitely. Even when we were getting older, up until maybe around the time I started high school, she still did that. And I don’t know about you, but sometimes she would also slide her hand under the covers and just kind of caress me a little bit. Not doing anything really sexual, but just touching me as we kissed.”

I could feel the bed moving faster, Jae’s body responding to her touch.

“I remember that,” I said. “She did it with me too. I liked how it felt.”

“So did I, a lot. And there’s another thing. Did you ever wonder why our house had three bedrooms but you and I slept in one, and she and Dad had separate rooms?”

“Yeah, that was kind of strange.”

“I don’t think Mom and Dad had sex very often, at least after the first few years. And now, as I’m remembering how she would come in at night, dressed up so sexy, and kiss us and touch us — I’ll bet she went back to her own room right after that and masturbated while she thought about us, about you and me.”

“Really? God, Jae, that’s pretty erotic.”

“I know. I think our mom was a very sexual person, but who felt, I don’t know, like, unable to act on her true desires, to do more, to do all the things she really wanted.”

“You might be right.”

“Anyway, I’m wishing now that she… I wish she had done more, a lot more. I wish she’d used her tongue when she kissed me, and I wish she’d put her hand between my legs when I was little, and, and rubbed—” and then she came.

I wrapped my arms around Jae, hugging her tight as she climaxed, kissing her cheek, whispering soft words.

I loved my sister so much it almost brought tears to my eyes. I appreciated how she was always so open to sharing things with me, even the most secret, intimate things, and how she would listen to anything I wanted to tell her. She was my best friend, and more.

When her orgasm was finally over, she turned to me, smiling, panting, still trembling from her arousal.

“Wow… god… now I… now I’m coming while I fantasize about our mother seducing me. I’m getting to be as bad a pervert as you.”

“Yes, you are,” I grinned as I kissed her nose. We cuddled a while longer, shared a few more tender kisses, then fell asleep in each other’s arms.

 

I woke first the next morning, Sunday morning. Jae was snoring softly. She’d done that when we were kids too, when we’d shared a bedroom, but I’d forgotten about it. It made me smile.

For several minutes I lay quietly, just thinking about things. It was still fairly early, not yet 8:00, and I figured the little girls wouldn’t be up for at least another hour, if not more. Who knows how late they’d stayed up gabbing and giggling and maybe doing other stuff.

I wondered what other stuff they might have done. Kerie had told Melissa about the sexy games she and I played together, and it wouldn’t have surprised me if they’d tried something similar with each other. After all, I hadn’t forbidden it, and girls that age are naturally curious, so perhaps they did. I decided, however, that I really should ask Kerie about it later. We’d already agreed there wouldn’t be any secrets between us about such things. That seemed important to me. I hoped that as she grew up, my daughter would always be open, wanting to talk with me about anything and everything.

Feeling ready for the day, I got out of bed, put on a robe, and went to the kitchen to make coffee. I sat at our small dining table for another half hour, sipping my coffee, pondering what the future might hold. Was I really planning to go through with that clandestine meeting I’d arranged with Tina? Then I chuckled to myself — oh yes, I most certainly was. There was no way I’d miss out on an opportunity to be alone and quite possibly have sex with a hot and willing 15-year-old girl, even if she was a student. What a perv you are, Shelly.

Hmm, and what about Tina’s mother, Valerie? The woman had seemed quite eager to become better acquainted with me. Was there something else behind that eagerness, something more, perhaps, than simply a desire for friendship? Or was I only imagining that, reading sexual intent when none was really there? I wanted to find out, one way or the other.

There was also Jae to think about. Where would things go from here between her and Rose? Would they start a real relationship, something deeper than just dating and sex?

Smiling, I remembered how happy I’d felt in bed with Jae the night before, masturbating with her and kissing, and then talking quietly for a long time about our childhood and about our mom. It made me feel all comfy and cozy inside, being so close to my sister. Now, I decided again, it really was time to…

I heard footsteps, heading my way. Jae came into the kitchen, yawning and stretching. She was wearing her panties and her blouse, unbuttoned, and nothing else.

“I smelled coffee,” she grinned.

“Sit down, honey. I’ll pour you some.”

We sat together for a couple of minutes but were soon interrupted by the little girls. They were up a lot earlier than I’d expected, chattering excitedly and demanding breakfast. Kids have so much energy!

I said good morning, kissed them both, and got some cereal out. They each ate two bowls of Frosted Mini Wheats, then ran off to play in Kerie’s room.

Continue on to Chapter 11

By Naughty Mommy

The next morning, I awoke before Kerie. I went to the kitchen, fixed myself some coffee, then sat at the table and thought about what I’d need to do to prepare for the sleepover that night. I silently rehearsed some of the talk I wanted to have with Melissa, and mentally prepared a shopping list for the dinner I was planning to make.

I’d need ground beef, hamburger buns, charcoal briquettes, frozen french fries, soft drinks, maybe ice cream for dessert, and…

Kerie came padding into the kitchen. She’d slipped on a little t-shirt, but that was all. She climbed onto my lap and cuddled with me.

I kissed the top of her head. “Good morning, sweetheart.”

She snuggled in close, and after a moment or two I felt a gentle touch on my breast. I was wearing a short, loose robe, which had come partway open. Kerie had her hand inside and was teasing my nipple with the tip of her finger. The nipple quickly stiffened and lengthened under her caress.

“I like it when they get big that way,” she murmured.

I kissed her head again. “I’m glad you do. It feels nice when you touch me like that.”

We sat together for a while, mother and daughter warmly cuddling. She continued playing with my nipple, and I was rapidly becoming more than a little aroused.

Before long, Kerie turned to face me, straddling a bare leg, and opened the top of my robe all the way. She looked at my breasts. My other nipple, even without being touched, was getting hard too, under her gaze.

I held my breath, waiting to see what she would do next. She kept staring at my erect nipples. Then I saw her lick her lips.

“Mommy, when I was a baby, did I suck your nipples and get milk?”

“Yes, darling, you did.”

“Could I do that again now?”

“I — what do you mean?”

“Could I suck your nipples and get milk?”

“Well, no, that is, I mean, I’m not producing milk anymore. That only happens when a woman is breastfeeding a baby.”

“Oh…” She sounded disappointed.

“But — ” I was about to cross yet another line “— you can still suck on them if you want to, honey, even if I don’t have any milk.”

“Can I?” Her face shone with excitement.

“Sure you can.”

I took a breast in my hand and held it up to her. Without hesitation, Kerie bent forward, took the hard nipple into her mouth, and began to suck.

“Oh my fucking god, that feels so good,” I sighed, stroking my daughter’s hair, pulling her close, caressing her.

I could hardly believe everything that was happening. I was teaching an 8-year-old little girl — my own child no less — all about lesbian sex, and it was completely amazing, so exciting, so erotic, so fulfilling, so right.

“Do the other one now,” I whispered.

As she shifted to the other breast, I spread my legs wide apart. My robe by this time was fully open. Sliding a hand down, I rubbed my clit for a moment, then eased two finger inside my cunt. I was incredibly wet, practically dripping onto the chair.

“Mmm, that’s right, baby, don’t stop. You’re making Mommy feel very, very good.”

Kerie looked up at me, a happy smile on her face. She knew exactly what I was doing. I’d seen her glance down as I began to masturbate. But she’d kept her mouth over my nipple the whole time, small hands holding my breast.

“Yes, baby girl, suck Mommy’s nipples. It feels so good.”

After another minute or so, I switched her back to the other breast as I fucked myself faster and faster, my fingers making wet slapping sounds. The smell of pussy in the room was very strong.

For a moment I wondered what someone might think if they came into the kitchen and found us like that. Many people, perhaps most, would be horrified, scandalized. But then I pictured Tina watching us. I was almost sure she would like it very much. And I fantasized that her mother, Valerie, was there as well, becoming excited. Finally I pictured the adorable 10-year-old Becky watching closely, learning all our secrets, wanting to join in. And with that, I suddenly went over the top.

“Mommy’s gonna — unhh — come!!”

I climaxed with two fingers deep inside my pussy, my daughter sucking my nipple. As my thighs slammed together, clamping tight around my hand, I pulled Kerie close, squishing her face between my bare breasts. I groaned and shuddered, my whole body trembling in ecstasy.

When at long last I’d recovered from the powerful orgasm, I slid Kerrie off my lap, then stood up from the chair, letting my robe fall to the floor. After pulling her t-shirt off and tossing it away, I picked my little girl up in my arms and carried her to the couch, where first I fingered her to a climax, then mounted her and fucked her with my pussy until we both came again.

 

And that was how our Saturday morning began, with another delicious session of mother-daughter sex — a perfect way to start the day.

After that enjoyable opening, we ate breakfast together and talked about our plans. There was laundry to do, we needed to go to the grocery store, I had to mow the lawn, and there were several things I wanted to get done in the garden in the backyard before Melissa came over later.

So, we cleaned up the breakfast dishes, got dressed, and Kerie helped me with the chores. She was especially good in the garden. She loved working with flowers and watching them grow and bloom.

A little after 3:00, the phone rang. It was Jae. “Wish me luck,” she said.

“I would,” I grinned, “but I don’t think you’ll need it. You’re so hot any woman would want you.”

“Ooh,” she responded, “are you hitting on me?”

I laughed, “Of course I am!” I wasn’t really, or at least I didn’t think I was, but it felt fun to flirt with her that way even if she was my sister.

“I’m going all out for Rose,” Jae told me. “You know that Cajun place down on the waterfront, Lazare’s? Their food is absolutely great and they do delivery, so I’ve ordered a complete four-course meal, including appetizers. I bought a really expensive bottle of wine to go along with it too.”

“Wow, I hope she appreciates that.”

“I’ll have to work fast tonight. I only have three hours with her for dinner and the seduction. She’s coming over at 6:30, but then she’ll have to leave at 9:30 to go pick up Emily. She’s going to a movie at the mall with her friends.”

“And Melissa is coming over here tonight for a sleepover with Kerie,” I said. “So that’s why Rose is free, for a while anyway. You should feel flattered that she wants to spend that time with you.”

“Yeah, I guess I am. Anyway, sweetie, I’d better go. Still have lots of work to do. I’m gonna take a bath and shave myself, everything, like you do, so I’ll look nice and inviting for Rose’s mouth.”

“Okay,” I chuckled. “Good luck, babe. Love you.”

Rose dropped Melissa off at 4:30, waving to me from the car as she drove away. I hoped she was looking forward to her date tonight with as much excitement as Jae was.

The kids were about to run off and play, but I stopped them and told Melissa I needed to talk with her for a few minutes first. I took them into the living room and we sat on the couch, with me in the middle.

I looked at the two girls for a moment, comparing them.

Although Melissa was a few months older than Kerie, she was an inch or two shorter than my daughter, and even more slender. Like her mother, Melissa would no doubt be quite petite when she grew up. She was wearing shorts with sandals, and a tight-fitting tank top. Her arms and legs were thin, smooth, and hairless. Her skin, a bit darker shade than Kerie’s, was tanned to a toasty golden color. On her chest I could see the beginnings of little breasts. She wouldn’t need a bra for a while yet, but it was clear that she was starting to develop.

The child’s hair, which fell around her shoulders, was a rich chestnut brown, with some natural curl to it. But her most striking feature was her eyes. They were large, round, and sky blue, with long dark lashes setting them off. Such lovely, seductive eyes, I thought. Then I realized I was getting distracted from my task.

“Melissa,” I began, clearing my throat, “I’m so glad you and Kerie are friends. She likes you a lot, and I like you too. And, um, friends will sometimes share things with each other. If they’re really good, close friends, they might tell each other special things that they wouldn’t ever tell anyone else. You know what I mean?”

She nodded but frowned slightly.

“Now, when Kerie was at your birthday party last weekend, she told you a special sort of thing about us, about me and her. She told you about a little game we sometimes play in bed.”

Melissa’s eyes went wide and she began to look frightened.

“It’s okay, honey,” I reassured the girl, patting her knee. “I’m not angry with you or anything, not at all. I just want to make sure you understand that when a friend tells you such a special, private thing, then you have to be very careful not to tell anyone else about it, unless you get permission from the friend first.”

“Cuz other people might think it was wrong or something,” added Kerie.

“That’s right,” I confirmed. “Some people might not see things the same way we do. They might get upset or be mad at us if they knew the sort of games we play.”

Melissa’s big eyes were looking into mine. She was so pretty I wanted to kiss her.

“So, after Kerie told you last week about the things that she and I do, about that special game we play with each other in bed at night, did you tell anyone else about it?”

She shook her head. “Uh-uh.”

“Are you sure?”

“Yeah, I didn’t tell anyone.”

“Okay, good.” I patted her knee again. “And it would be best if you don’t tell anyone, all right? Not unless you talk with me first about it. Will you promise me that?”

She nodded again, looking very earnest and sincere.

I smiled at the girl, resisted the urge to kiss her, and instead tweaked her little nose with my thumb and forefinger. “We’ve got that all settled, then. I’m glad. Thank you for sitting down with me for a little talk. I appreciate it.”

“You’re welcome,” she smiled.

“Now, I was planning to cook hamburgers outside for dinner, and we’ll have homemade french fries too. Does that sound good?”

“Uh-huh,” said both girls.

“And we’ve got root beer to drink, and strawberry ice cream for dessert.”

“Yay!” they clapped.

“So why don’t you two run outside and play, and I’ll get started on dinner in a little while, okay?”

“Okay!”

Kerie leaned in to kiss my cheek, and the two sprites scampered out to play on the swing set in the backyard.

Around 5:30, I served our dinner on a picnic table on the back patio. We had a nice time together, enjoying the food, laughing and joking. When they’d finished their burgers and fries, I gave the kids each a big dish of ice cream, and they really enjoyed that. Then they went inside to play in Kerie’s room while I cleaned everything up.

Later we watched a movie together, Inside Out, which the girls loved, and I did too, to be honest. I made them get ready for bed at 9:00, even though I knew they likely wouldn’t be asleep for hours. After I had them at least somewhat settled down, I went and took a bath, shaving and masturbating, making myself come a couple of times, then put on a nightgown. That was something I normally wouldn’t do, of course, but I figured it was a good idea just in case the kids came to my room for some reason.

I got in bed a few minutes before 10:00 with a long novel I’d been slowly working my way through. Just as I was opening the book, my cell phone rang. I picked it up from the table beside the bed and looked at the display. It was Jae.

“Hey, how’d everything go?” I asked.

“Oh, wow, it was great, just great. I wanna tell you all about it,” she said. “But, um, is it okay if I come over?”

“Now?”

“Yeah, I mean, I’m still feeling kind of wound up, and, well, Rose had to go pick up her daughter and I just don’t want to be alone. You don’t mind, do you?”

“No, it’s fine, I don’t mind,” I laughed. “I’m already in bed, though, in my jammies, so…”

“That’s okay. I’ll see you in a couple minutes. Bye!” She hung up.

Shaking my head in amusement, I got up and slipped into a robe, then went out to wait for my sister to arrive.

I was surprised how quickly she showed up. Jae lived about ten minutes away from us, but it was less than ten minutes before I heard her car pull up and she knocked on the door. She must have been all set to go when she called me — or maybe she was already on the way.

At any rate, I unlocked the front door and let her in. “Hi, babe,” I smiled.

My sister was beaming. She grabbed my face in her hands and kissed me on the mouth. “Oh my god, I have so much to tell you!” she gushed.

“Okay,” I said with a chuckle. “Come on in and let’s sit down. Want something to drink? Maybe a glass of wine?”

“Sure, that sounds good.”

“Red or white?”

“I don’t care. Even something harder would be good.”

I laughed. “I don’t have anything harder. But I can open a bottle of sparkling Burgundy that I just bought.”

“Okay, that’s fine.”

Jae followed me into the kitchen, popping herself onto the counter as I got the wine from the fridge and started opening it. She was wearing a leather miniskirt, so short that her lacy black panties were staring me in the face. Obviously dressed for seduction.

“So, how’d it go with Rose?” I asked.

Swinging her feet, she gave me a saucy grin. She’d left her shoes by the door, and her legs were bare. I could smell her perfume, and another scent as well, something more earthy.

“Is that wine good with pussy?” she winked. “Cause that’s what my mouth tastes like.”

“Jae, that’s naughty!” I giggled, as I filled two glasses.

She jumped down from the counter. “I know, that’s how I feel. Naughty and happy.”

I handed a glass to her. “Here’s to pussy,” Jae said, clinking her glass against mine.

“I’ll drink to that.”

We went into the living room and sat on the couch, side by side, our legs touching. I patted her knee. “Okay, tell me all about it,” I urged, “and don’t leave anything out.”

I heard the whole story. It began with Rose arriving at Jae’s townhouse at 6:30, wearing a sexy dress, showing plenty of cleavage, and presenting my sister with a big bouquet of flowers.

“Aw, that’s sweet,” I said. “So romantic.”

“It is. She’s really a doll.”

She told me they started kissing right away, before even sitting down or anything. Rose handed her the flowers, Jae thanked her, and suddenly they were in each other’s arms.

“My god, she is so hot, Shelly, like a wildcat. She was biting my lips and clawing at me. I mean, I knew she’d be good, or I thought she would, but I never thought she’d be like that. I loved it!”

Somehow they’d managed to restrain themselves, limiting that opening round to heavy kissing and groping. Then they had drinks and appetizers, playfully feeding each other and kissing some more. The prepared dinner was ready, of course, so they ate while flirting and talking.

“What did you guys talk about?” I asked.

“Uh, well, mostly about our histories, comparing experiences and stuff. Also about what we both like best, when making love I mean. Rose’s favorite thing is kissing. She said it started when she was really young, like fifth or sixth grade — you know, kissing other girls, for practice, ha-ha.”

“Yeah,” I giggled, “like you used to do with me.”

“Uh-huh. Oh, and did you know she has a sister too? An older sister. She lives in Europe now. But Rose said when she was young, her sister kissed her all the time. I mean, really kissed, with tongues and everything.”

“Wow.”

“After we finished our dinner, we went back to the sofa and started kissing again. And Shelly, we kissed for a long time. We still had our clothes on, mostly. I mean, our shoes were off, and she had my blouse unbuttoned, but instead of going farther right away, we just kissed and kissed and kissed…”

“Nice.”

“I know, isn’t it?” Jae smiled, a dreamy look on her face. “In fact, it’s funny. Rose told me she’s bi, except she really prefers women because of all the kissing. She said men will kiss some to get started, but that’s not really what they care about. I wouldn’t know, of course, since I’ve never had sex with a man, but I sure do love kissing Rose.”

“Is that all you did, just kiss?”

“No, of course not, silly. We kissed for maybe fifteen minutes, and then finally she started moving down to my neck, biting and sucking and everything. See this?” She pointed to a big hickey.

“Yeah, I noticed that earlier, when you came in.”

“I have one on my tit too, and another one on my thigh, right by my pussy.”

“Wow.”

“I’m not kidding, Shelly, that woman is a wildcat.”

Jae went on to tell me, in graphic detail, all about their lovemaking. It was pretty hot to listen to. By the time she was done, we’d polished off the bottle of Burgundy and both were feeling tipsy.

“I really don’t think I oughta drive,” she said. “Okay if I stay here tonight?”

“Yeah, of course, it’s fine. Um, you want to sleep in my bed? Or would you rather, like, take the couch?” (Our small house had only two bedrooms.)

“No, I’ll sleep with you,” she laughed. “Unless you think I have cooties.”

So, my sister and I headed down the hall to my room. I stopped briefly outside Kerie’s door, putting my ear to it. I could hear the two little girls talking and giggling. It was only about 11:00 then, and I wasn’t surprised to find them still awake. But I knocked on the door and called, “Kids, don’t stay up too late, all right?”

“Okay, Mommy,” came Kerie’s voice, “we won’t.” Followed by more giggles.

Continue on to Chapter 10

By Naughty Mommy

As I shifted to a sitting position on the bed, propped against a couple of pillows, I told Kerie to sit right in front of me so she’d have a good view of everything. At her request, I was showing my 8-year-old daughter how to masturbate.

“The way it works best for me, usually,” I began, “is to close my eyes and very gently run my fingertips over my naked body. Not touching hard, just grazing my skin, almost like tickling, only better.”

Starting between my breasts, I trailed my fingers down over my belly, then onto the top of my thighs, then slowly up the inside of my thighs, almost but not quite touching my sex, then up the sides of my body, gently over my now fully erect nipples, around the back of my neck, up to my cheeks and to my mouth, where I licked my fingers and caressed my lips, licked my fingers again, then lowered them to my breasts where I rubbed the wetness onto the very tips of my nipples. This made me shiver with excitement.

I briefly opened my eyes to make sure Kerie was watching me. She was rapt, staring at my body, at my stiff nipples. And she was touching herself too, fondling her tiny pink immature nipples. I didn’t think they could become erect at her age, but I was pleased to see her trying.

Then I continued the demonstration, closing my eyes again. I toyed with my nipples, running my fingertips in circles around them, gently moving my fingers over them and tugging them. My pussy was becoming very wet.

“When my nipples are really hard, when I’ve played with them and teased them very gently like this until they’re throbbing so much it’s almost painful, because they want to be squeezed and maybe sucked.”

“Sucked?” asked Kerie.

“Yes, when, um, sometimes when two people make love, one partner can suck the other partner’s nipples, and it —”

“You mean like a baby?” she interrupted.

I looked at her. She was pinching her little nipples, apparently trying to make them grow.

“Well, yes,” I told her, “you certainly can suck a woman’s nipples the way a baby does. But you can also kiss them, of course, and lick them, and even bite them, gently, but sucking them is just so delicious. It feels incredibly good.”

“My nipples are maybe not big enough for you to suck ‘em, right?”

I managed to keep myself from laughing. She was so precious.

“No, lover, probably not. But that doesn’t mean I couldn’t kiss your little nipples, or lick them. That might feel nice for you.”

“Will you try that later tonight?”

“Yes, I will, if you want me to.”

“I do want you to.”

“Anyway,” I continued, “when my nipples get really hard like this, then I start playing with them a little more roughly. See? Like this. I pinch them and squeeze them and pull on them. Sometimes I squeeze my whole breasts with my hands. When I’m getting excited, the way I am right now, that feels really good.”

My eyes were open at this point, as they would be if I was masturbating by myself.

“I like to look at my nipples while I’m playing with them. I lick my fingers and rub the wetness over the tips — that really gets me going — and sometimes I even try to lift my breast up toward my mouth so I can lick the end of my nipple, like this.”

“Wow,” sighed my daughter, as she watched my licking my erect nipples. “I couldn’t do that.”

“Not yet.” I smiled at her. “But maybe when you get bigger.”

“I hope so,” she said.

“And then,” I told her, “after I’ve played with my tits and my nipples and gotten myself very excited, then it’s time for me to start playing with my pussy. By this time, my pussy is usually pretty wet. In fact, I can tell I’m already very wet right now. Can you see it? Does it look wet to you?”

“Let me look.” My little girl crouched down low, on her elbows, peering into my crotch. I opened my legs wide for her.

“Yeah! I see it!” she exclaimed “Can I touch it?”

“Well, sweetheart, normally I would say yes, but since I’m supposed to be showing you how I masturbate, maybe we should wait on that for a bit.”

“Hm. Okay.”

“So, usually then I start by gently rubbing the skin here over the top of my clit. Remember how I told you the clitoris is very sensitive and you have to be careful how you touch it?”

“Uh-huh.”

“But if you just move your fingers like this, you’re stimulating the clit without having to touch it directly. It feels really good, and it also makes me get even wetter.”

Kerie was bent over, trying to see her own pubis. I think she was looking for her clit.

“Honey,” I said, “after Mommy’s done, I’ll help you and we’ll see if you can give yourself an orgasm by touching, okay?”

She looked up at me and nodded, smiling.

“But right now, Mommy is very wet and very excited, and I have to make myself come while you watch.”

“Ooh, goodie!” She laid on her belly right in front of me, her chin propped up on her little hands.

I was still rubbing my clit the way I’d showed her. I was so wet and very eager to start fucking myself, but I wanted to give her a proper demonstration, so I forced myself to take it slow.

“Next, I… I usually slide my hand down like this, in between my pussy lips. Mmm, god that feels good. And then I reach inside my vagina a little bit and get the ends of my fingers all wet, like this, and then I rub the wetness all over the inside of my lips, like this, and up onto my clit. Oh fuck that’s nice. Sorry, honey about the language. Couldn’t help it.”

“That’s okay,” she giggled.

“At this point, you can pull back the skin that’s covering your clit, like this, see? And then very gently sort of tickle the sides of the clit and even the end of it, where it’s most sensitive. Oh!” My body jerked as I stimulated myself directly.

“If you keep your fingers wet, either by licking them, or even better just by getting the wetness from your pussy, you can play with your clit like this, and it’s really easy then to make yourself come. Or it is for me anyway.”

“Are you gonna come now?” Kerie asked.

“In a minute. Because even though I could come that way, sweetie, I usually prefer to bring myself by putting my fingers inside my vagina.” I spread my pussy lips wide apart, showing her the wet red opening of my cunt.

I saw my daughter’s eyes go wide as she looked at my sex. I’m sure she could smell my arousal too, and perhaps even feel the heat coming from my cunt, her face was so close to me.

“Now I’m going to use that word again, which is not really a bad word, just a word you have to be careful when and where you use it. The word is ‘fuck’ — because I’m going to fuck my pussy now while you watch me.”

My sweet baby girl scooted in even closer as I slowly inserted the middle finger of my right hand deeply inside myself, as far as it would go. I groaned, and as I reached my g-spot and rubbed it, I felt my mouth watering and my nipples tingling. I was going to be able to come very quickly.

I slowly pulled the finger out of my vagina and showed Kerie how wet it was, before raising it to my mouth, rubbing the savory fluids over my lips and the tip of my tongue. At the same time, I slipped the first finger of my left hand partway into my pussy and continued fucking myself.

Then I put my right hand back down to my cunt, but this time pushed two fingers inside, pressing them in deeply, then started moving them in and out faster and faster, as I fondled my clit with the other hand.

“Mommy’s going to come,” I told my daughter. “Mommy’s gonna come while you watch. I’m fucking my pussy and I’m gonna come for you, honey. Mommy’s gonna come for her lit—”

The climax suddenly struck, jolting my body. As I clenched both hands over my pussy, groaning in ecstasy, I felt warm juices spilling out between my fingers. I shuddered repeatedly as wave after wave of the powerful orgasm crashed through me.

“Oh fuck yes…” I finally said when I could catch my breath and speak again. “That’s so good.”

I opened my eyes and look down and saw Kerie’s face just in front of my sex. She was staring at my cunt and licking her lips. I reached out my left hand and caressed her cheek, getting my wetness on her.

I wanted so badly in that moment to take her head in my hands and pull her in, bring her mouth against my pussy, tell her to put her little tongue inside me, and then fuck her face until I came all over her.

And as I thought those horrible, forbidden, wonderfully exciting thoughts about having my daughter eat my cunt, I was suddenly ready to come once more.

“Kerie, watch me,” I said, “Mommy’s going to come again.”

All I had to do was pull my two hands together up and down inside my slit a couple of times, my thumbs reaching up to fondle my clit, my fingertips teasing the opening of my vagina, and within only a few seconds, I was climaxing again.

This one was not quite as intense, but it was a long, warm, very wet and completely satisfying orgasm. I was able to keep my eyes open through most of it, looking down at my hands while they massaged my sex, and at my daughter as she watched her mommy masturbate.

When my climax began to subside, I lifted one of my hands from my pussy and brought it to my mouth. I slid the dripping fingers between my lips and sucked my fluids.

“What are you doing?” asked Kerie.

“I’m tasting myself.”

“Why?”

“Well, because it tastes good, and because it makes me feel sexy.” I raised my other hand to my face and licked and sucked my fingers.

“Can I taste it?” she asked.

I smiled. “You want to see how my pussy tastes?”

“Uh-huh. Does it taste good?”

“Oh, I don’t know, I guess that’s for you to decide. But I think it does.”

I put my hands between my legs again and held my pussy lips wide open. “Do you really want to taste Mommy’s wet pussy?”

I realized I was deliberately tempting her, or maybe tempting myself, trying to see if I could get Kerie not just to lick my fingers but to lick me directly, to lick my pussy, to have oral sex with her mother.

I burned with desire for her that way, though there was also a stern part of me that told me I was crossing a line — as if I hadn’t crossed so many already! — and that insisted there was a big difference between what we’d done so far and actually having oral sex with my daughter.

Maybe it was that stern part of me I listened to, because instead of pulling my daughter’s face into my cunt that night, or even just putting my finger inside myself and then holding it out to give her a taste, I sat up and said, “But now, we have to do what you said you wanted, remember? You wanted to try it yourself, and have me help you.”

She got to her knees, an eager look in her eyes. “Yeah, I do!”

So, we switched positions. I had Kerie lean against the pillows, as I’d been doing, and I settled between her outstretched legs to watch, instruct, and perhaps even assist my little girl in her first attempt at masturbation.

She began doing the things I’d demonstrated for her, starting with running her fingertips over her body, which she seemed to enjoy. I reached out at one point to show her how the fingers should brush the skin only very lightly. I used my own hand, floating it across her little belly. Her body shivered with excitement when I touched her that way.

But when it came to caressing her breasts and fondling her nipples, that didn’t work as well. My 8-year-old child simply didn’t have any breasts yet, and her nipples were so undeveloped that their response to her stimulation was minimal at best.

We decided instead to focus on her pussy. I instructed her in gently stroking the smooth, sensitive skin on her inner thigh, drawing the tips of her fingers slowly up and down, a little higher each time, until she was touching the outside of her labia.

This seemed to go a little better. She was becoming aroused, it appeared, so after she caressed herself that way for a minute or two, I told her the next thing was to put one hand at the top of her vulva and the other at the bottom. She should rub herself there, stimulating her clit with her top hand, while massaging and then gradually opening her pussy lips with her other hand.

She did her best, but unfortunately her body didn’t seem ready to respond the way she and I were hoping it would. As I’d feared, she apparently wasn’t quite old enough yet.

This whole thing, of course, was a completely new experience for my daughter. She’d never done anything like it before. And although she tried hard and really wanted to be able to masturbate like I’d shown her, ultimately the effort seemed to bring her more frustration than satisfaction.

After about ten minutes of rubbing herself as I’d suggested, it became obvious that it was going nowhere. Kerie seemed disappointed, and I tried to reassure her.

I scooted up next her on the bed and gave her a hug. “Honey, it’s okay. Remember, I told you I didn’t think girls your age could probably do it that way. In another two or three years, though, I’m pretty sure you’ll be able to.”

“But that’s too long.”

“I know.” I smiled to myself as I kissed her cheek. “Everything seems like forever when you’re little. And maybe it won’t even take that long — you can keep trying, right? Plus, we already know you can make yourself come by playing our game.”

“Yeah,” she sighed as she looked down at her hairless slit. She moved her hand back there and started touching herself again. “I just wish I could do it this way too.”

Without even thinking about what I was doing, I placed my hand over hers, covering it, then started moving as if I was masturbating myself. I held Kerie’s fingers in mine, guiding them.

She lifted her face to look at me. I smiled, whispering, “Maybe Mommy can help you do it this way.”

I kissed my daughter gently on the lips. Then she kissed me. Then I kissed her again with more intensity.

With a hand behind her head, I pulled her face closer to mine, kissing her passionately. I opened my mouth and teased her lips with my tongue. With a soft moan, my little girl parted her lips and let me slip my tongue into her mouth.

As we kissed that way, Kerie moved her hand that was under mine between her legs and placed it over mine, pressing my hand against her sex. My fingers were now sliding into her slit, gently exploring. Her skin inside was warm and very tender. It felt slightly moist, but not wet.

I wanted to make her wet.

I began touching her the way I would touch myself — the way I had touched myself hundreds and hundreds of times — the way I knew would always bring me quickly to a high level of arousal, and that I hoped would do the same for my daughter.

I drew my hand up slightly until my thumb was over her clit, my middle two fingers extended inside her labia, the other fingers on the outside, squeezing. Kerie started slightly and gasped when I began to stimulate her clitoris.

Continuing to play with her pussy, I lowered my lips to her neck, kissing her, licking her, and gently sucking her soft skin. Then I moved further down, onto her chest.

As I had promised earlier in the evening, I kissed her tiny pink nipples, I licked them, and I fluttered the end of my tongue over them.

I wanted to please her, I wanted to excite her, I wanted to make my little girl wet and make her come.

And she was getting wet! Whether it was my hand, my kisses, or my tongue on her nipples, or maybe all three, something was definitely working. As my fingers reached down inside her slit, probing at the tender opening to her virgin vagina, I felt a definite sign of her heightened sexual excitement: a warm, slick, wetness that could mean only one thing. My daughter was becoming very aroused.

The signs of her arousal excited me too. I kissed her again on the lips, shoving my tongue inside her mouth, and I leaned into her, pressing my erect nipples against her warm body.

She began moving under my touch. I felt her rocking her pelvis, trying to make more contact between my hand and her sex. Her breath was coming faster. I pulled my mouth away from hers to look at her face. Her eyes were hooded, and she was starting to pant and moan.

What I was doing was working, so I kept doing it. I pressed my fingers gently into the opening of her vagina, I rubbed my thumb over her little clit, I kissed her neck, kissed her chest, licked her nipples — and then suddenly it happened.

“UNH!!!” Kerie groaned as her eyes glazed over and her body went tense. Her thighs clamped shut around my hand, and I felt an increased flow of warm wetness inside her slit.

She groaned and gasped several times, then went limp, though still breathing hard. Her eyes were closed. I stayed quiet, waiting to see what she would do. After a moment, she opened her eyes, looked into mine, and gave me a big smile.

“Mommy, thank you!” my daughter exclaimed, kissing me on the lips.

I smiled and kissed her back. Then I removed my hand from her pussy and raised it to her mouth. “Here,” I said, “lick my fingers.”

She scrunched up her nose for a second, sniffed at the glistening liquid, and then tasted herself. “Mm, I like it.” She took my fingers into her mouth and sucked them.

“That’s your pussy juice, baby girl. It tastes nice, doesn’t it?”

“Mm-hm,” she nodded.

My 8-year-old little girl, with her shiny blonde hair and big blue eyes, my adorable tiny angel, all of four feet four inches tall, was naked with me in my bed, and I had just given her an orgasm by rubbing her pussy with my hand.

There was no doubt about it. I definitely had crossed a line. And it made me very excited.

I took my fingers away from her mouth, replacing them with my lips and my tongue. I wrapped my arms around her, mashing my breasts against her flat chest, kissing her deeply.

After several long, wet kisses, I slid down the bed until I was on my back, pulling my daughter on top of me. Opening my legs wide, I said, “I need you to do it now, baby. Please, honey, make Mommy come.”

Kerie grinned and licked her lips. Then she began moving on me the way she always did, playing our ‘game’. She slid her sweet young body up and down over mine. As wet and aroused as I was, my labia easily fell open, so she was rubbing her hairless pussy directly against my sex.

“That’s right, that’s right,” I urged. “Fuck Mommy! Fuck your mommy! Fuck me hard and make me come!”

I crossed another line there, in the language I used with her. Talking so dirty to my little girl made me hot, and it seemed to get Kerie excited too.

She was moving more quickly now, panting, turning red in the face. I lifted my hips to meet her urgent thrusts, grabbing her bottom with my hands and pulling her into my cunt. She humped up and down, harder and harder, faster and faster, in a frantic frenzy of forbidden lust — until we climaxed at the same moment, crying out in our passion.

 

We lay together, holding each other, breathing heavily, our bodies warm and wet with sweat. I rubbed my hands on her narrow back, sliding down to cup her butt cheeks, squeezing gently. I kissed the top of her head.

“Did I fuck you, Mommy?” she asked, her face nestled between my breasts.

“Yes, baby, you did. You fucked Mommy and made Mommy come.”

“And I came too.”

I kissed her head again, stroking her back. “You sure did.”

Kerie raised up to look at me. “But I won’t, um, and you won’t, get pregnant now, will we?”

“No, sweetie,” I chuckled, “you can’t get pregnant from having sex with a woman. It doesn’t work that way.”

“Okay,” she smiled. I kissed her lips, twice.

Then she said, “Can we do it again?”

“Again?”

“Yeah, only this time with you on top. And, you know, holding up my leg like you did before.”

I patted her bottom, grinning, “Ooh, my little lover just can’t get enough, can she?”

Taking her pretty face in my hands, I kissed her once more, this time putting my tongue in her mouth. Then I whispered to her, “You want Mommy to fuck you, little girl? You want Mommy to fuck your pussy and make you come?”

She smiled, “Uh-huh.”

We turned over and I mounted her. I opened my cunt lips with my fingers, pressed myself against my child’s hairless mound, and fucked her. We both climaxed that way, and then, after a brief rest, Kerie asked me if I would touch her again with my fingers. So I lay on my side next to her, kissing her and licking her little nipples while I fingered her pussy, and gave her another orgasm that way.

But she still wasn’t done. Moments after I’d made her come with my hand, my daughter rolled me onto my back, got on top of me and fucked me yet again, even harder and faster than before. She made me come twice this time before she reached climax. Then at last she collapsed in my arms, totally spent.

It was almost 10:30 by then. We’d been masturbating together and having sex for almost three hours. My little girl was worn out.

I rolled Kerie gently off of me and lay next to her, watching as she quickly fell asleep. I left the sheets down for a few minutes so I could just look at her naked body. She was so beautiful, so smooth and soft and touchable.

I’d teased her earlier by saying she couldn’t get enough of me — but it was equally true that I could never get enough of her. I sighed contentedly, gave my daughter a tender kiss on the forehead as she slept, then pulled the sheets up to her chin and got quietly out of bed.

Slipping into a robe, I went to the living room and called Jae on my cell phone. She was at home, watching “a dumb TV show,” she told me.

“What’s up with you?” she asked. “Any interesting new perversions you want to share with me?”

I chuckled, “No… well, yes, actually, but I really wanted to tell you something else. It’s about Rose. Kerie told me that she’d heard from Melissa, Rose’s daughter, that Rose has some lesbian videos, that she watches lesbian porn when she masturbates.”

“Wow, she told you that?”

“Yep.”

“But, how does she know? Did Melissa find her mom’s stash or something?”

“No, it was Emily, the older daughter, who told Melissa about it. I guess Emily did find her mom’s porn, I don’t know. But Emily said she listens outside Rose’s bedroom door sometimes, and she can hear the women in the videos having sex and she can hear her mom, or so she said anyhow, climaxing loudly.”

“That’s pretty hot, Shelly,” said Jae. “I wonder if Emily is curious enough about those lesbian videos, and about her mom watching them that she… hmm… anyway, speaking of Rose, she called me tonight.”

“She did?”

“Uh-huh. And guess what — she said she’s free tomorrow night, and she asked if I’d like to get together with her.”

“Let me guess, you said yes.”

Jae laughed. “Of course I did. She’s coming here around 6:30 for dinner.”

“Dinner and then…”

“Yep, that’s what I’m hoping and expecting. I’m pretty sure it’s what Rose has in mind too.”

“Nice. I’ll bet she’s a good lover.”

“Well, I may find out very soon.”

We hung up after a few minutes, and then I got back in bed with my sleeping daughter. I looked at her a while longer, kissed her again, then turned on my side and soon fell asleep, a smile on my face.

Continue on to Chapter 9

By Naughty Mommy

The next day was Friday. That morning, I’d decided to wear a very pretty blue silk dress to work, with low heels in a matching color. The dress was knee-length and sleeveless. It was figure-hugging, but didn’t make me look quite as vampish as I had the day before.

At noon, Tina knocked on my open door. I got up from my desk and checked to see that no one else was in the outer office, then closed the door and locked it.

Tina was wearing white shorts over a pair of hot pink leggings. On her feet were the cutest little white ankle boots with high heels. On top she wore a gray tank top under a short denim jacket. It was an 80’s retro style, popular all over again. She looked amazing.

I took the girl by the hand, then put my arms around her, and kissed her. I opened my mouth, running my tongue over her lips, and after a moment, she parted them, allowing me to explore her sweet mouth.

And sweet it was. She tasted like peppermint, and smelled like fresh spring flowers. I almost swooned as I held this lovely delicious teenager in my arms and kissed her.

When I finally pulled away, my arms still around her neck, she was red in the face and breathing hard. “Wow!” she said.

I laughed. “I’m sorry. I really didn’t mean to do that. Honestly, I didn’t. But when I saw you, I just couldn’t help myself.”

“That’s okay,” she smiled.

“No, it’s not okay. I mean, we really shouldn’t do that at school, even behind closed doors. It’s just not safe, for either one of us. But it’s my fault, honey. I initiated it. You didn’t do anything wrong — except maybe look so sexy that I couldn’t keep my hands off you.”

She giggled.

“But I promise, Tina, that I will be more careful in the future. I’ll try very hard to control myself.”

“Okay. I hope you won’t try too hard, though, when we’re not at school.”

I smiled. “No, I won’t.”

She leaned in and gave me a quick kiss on the lips.

I wagged my finger in her face. “No, no, don’t be a bad girl. I mean it.”

“But I like being a bad girl.”

“Hmm, I may have to spank you.”

“Promise?”

I walked back to my desk. “Okay, enough of this teasing. We need to talk about when and where we can meet. Assuming you still want to, that is.”

“Of course I do.”

“Good, I’m glad. Sit down, Tina.” I pointed to the chair next to my desk.

She did, looking at me expectantly.

“I don’t mean to be all businesslike, but I don’t want to keep you in here with the door closed for too long. It might make people wonder.”

“People like Mrs. Simmons, the witch?”

I smiled at her. “Exactly.”

“Okay,” she said, sitting on the edge of her chair, “what’s the plan?”

“Here’s the deal. Next week, on Wednesday, there’s an afternoon seminar at a business school that I was planning to attend. I’ve already made arrangements to do that. But I can blow it off and spend the time with you instead.”

“Uh-huh,” she nodded, her face shining.

“I can write a note for your teachers, excusing you from classes that afternoon so you can, supposedly, work on a special project at the university library.”

“Ooh, I like it.”

“Then, what you need to do is pick up the city bus over on the corner, you know, at Oak Street?”

“Right.”

“I spent some time this morning checking the schedules. If you catch the 12:05 bus, you can be downtown at 12:30. There’s a stop at High Street. That’s where you have to get off, and I’ll pick you up there. Here, I’ve written it all down for you.”

“Wow,” she said, “it’s like secret agent stuff.”

“Sort of,” I smiled. “So, does it sound good?”

“I’ll say!”

I got up and came out from around the desk. She moved quickly to my side, hugging me. “Thank you, Ms., um, Ms. Driscoll. I’m really, really excited about it.”

She hugged me again and nearly kissed me, but pulled herself back at the last second. “Thank you so much for making all these plans!”

“You’re welcome, Tina. I’m looking forward to it too, very much.”

She clutched my arm and squealed like a little girl at Christmas or something.

“Okay, come on, stop,” I warned her, “someone might hear you.”

“I know,” she said. “I’m sorry. I’m just so, so excited.”

“Me too, but listen, there’s one more thing. Just because I’m getting you out of those classes on Wednesday afternoon doesn’t mean you don’t have to do the work. I want you to make sure to check with your teachers and do whatever assignments you’ll miss.”

“I will, I promise. I would do that anyway. I’m so conscientious it makes me sick.”

I grinned at her. “That’s a good fault to have.”

We were at the door. “So, I’ll see you next Wednesday,” I said. “And if you want to stop in before then and check with me and make sure everything is all set, that’s fine too, okay?”

“Perfect. But…”

“Yes?”

“Can I just kiss you, please, one more time before I go?”

I looked at her. How could I resist? I rolled my eyes and sighed, comically pretending to be exasperated. That made her giggle again.

“Okay,” I agreed. “But just once.”

Without saying anything else, Tina took my face in her hands, opened her mouth, and gave me a big wet kiss.

Then she stepped back, put up her hand in a cute little wave, saying, “Bye!” And she was out the door.

No one else had come into the office during the ten minutes we’d been inside, so that made me feel a little more secure. And I was quite happy with the plans I’d made for Tina and me. It would be much safer for us being far from the school.

I congratulated myself and went to the cafeteria to grab a quick lunch.

 

That night at home, the second I came in the door, Kerie was there to greet me. She threw her little arms around my neck and gave me a big wet kiss on the cheek, saying, “Mommy, Mommy, welcome home!”

“Oh, thank you, darling, that’s so sweet.” I disentangled myself from her just long enough to set down my purse and keys and slip off the sweater I was wearing over my dress, but then right away she was hugging me again, this time around the waist.

“Mommy, I’m so happy to see you! I miss you so much when you’re at work all day and I’m at school.”

We walked toward the living room, somewhat clumsily with her holding on to me so tight. As we sat down on the couch side by side, I said, “Well, I’m very happy to see you too, sweetheart. I’m always glad to get home and see my pretty girl.”

I held her at arm’s length, taking a good look at my beautiful 8-year-old daughter.

Kerie was wearing a short-sleeved white blouse that had pink flowers embroidered on the collar. She wore a frilly pink skirt that was extremely short, showing off her cute legs.

Peaking out from under the tiny skirt — which she’d had since she was 6 — I could see a triangle of white panties. On her feet were white sneakers, and in her shiny blonde hair a pink ribbon, tied in a slightly sloppy bow at the side.

“Don’t you just look adorable,” I told her. “My precious baby. You seem very happy today.”

“I am happy,” she said, wrapping her arms around my waist again and squeezing me energetically. “It’s Friday, so that means I get a whole weekend with you.”

I laughed, loving her affectionate nature, “Okay, darling girl. Since you’re all dressed up so pretty, how about if we go out to dinner tonight, somewhere nice. Would you like that?”

She looked up at me. “Can we go to Big Tony’s?”

“Well, I was thinking of someplace maybe a bit nicer than that, but if you want to go to Big Tony’s, sure, that’s fine.”

“Oh, goodie!” She hugged me again and I held her, stroking her warm back through the thin blouse.

“All right,” I said, “I just need to go to the toilet, touch up my makeup, and then we can go, okay?”

“But, Mommy?”

“Yes, baby?”

She sat up, stroking my bare arms, and looked into my eyes. “After we get home later, will you show me how to masturbate?”

I frowned. This was the first time I’d heard her use that word. “Well, yes, honey, I… I suppose I could, but… where did you hear about masturbation?”

“From Melissa. Emily told Melissa her mom had a big talk with her, with Emily, I mean, about sex and masturbating. She said masturbating was a good way to have sex and get orgasms, ‘cuz it was just by yourself. And, um, she also told her about using a pill or something so you don’t get pregnant from sex and have a baby. Emily told Melissa she already knew about that, about the pill and stuff. And also masturbating. But her mom talked to her all about it anyway.”

“Okay. I guess that’s good.”

“But Mommy?”

“Yes?”

“You can’t get a baby from masturbating, can you?”

“No, sweetie, you can’t,” I chuckled. “Only from having sex with a man. Or a boy, if he’s old enough.”

Kerie looked relieved.

“I hope that Rose, um, Ms. Beddingdon, explained it all to Emily so she knows exactly how you can get pregnant and how you can’t — but I imagine it was just that Melissa got confused when she heard it from Emily,” I mused. “Anyway, if you’d like me to tell you about masturbation when we get home, yes, I’d be happy to do that.”

“And show me.”

“Okay, and show you, too.” I kissed her on the forehead. “Now let me just get ready so we can leave.”

 

The restaurant Kerie had asked to go to was about twenty minutes away. On our way there, she said, “You look pretty in your dress, Mommy.”

“Thank you sweetheart. You look awfully cute, too, in your little blouse and skirt.”

“I like looking nice for you, Mommy. I love it when you tell me you think I’m pretty.”

“Oh, honey, I do! I think you’re the prettiest little girl I’ve ever seen!”

She smiled sweetly at me. Then she asked, “Do you think other girls like looking at their mommies the way I do? They like how it feels?”

“I’m not sure what you mean, honey.”

“I mean, I like seeing how pretty you look when you get dressed up nice, you know, like you are now. It makes me feel kind of, um, happy inside. And I really love looking at you when you’re naked, too. That always makes me want to hug you and kiss you and stuff.”

I squeezed her hand and blew her a little kiss.

Kerie was quiet for a while after that, apparently thinking about things. She was holding a doll on her lap, one she liked to bring in the car when we went places.

Finally, she said, “Mommy?”

“Yes, honey?”

“I bet most girls think their mommies are pretty, right? Don’t they? If they are, I mean.”

“Well, yes…” I wondered where this was going.

“And I know you told me we can’t talk to people about the stuff we do ‘cuz they might think it was, like, bad or something. But it’s not bad to look at your mom and think she’s pretty and wanna kiss her, is it?”

“No, baby, of course that’s not bad.” I sighed. It was hard to explain.

“Lotsa girls are prob’ly like me.”

Kerie was so innocent about things. She would not even consider doing anything she knew was wrong. I’d almost never had to punish her as a child, or even scold her. She was always so good and sweet. I loved her dearly.

“I suppose there might be other girls,” I told her, “who look at their mommies and want to hug them and kiss them as much as you do. But, to be honest, honey, there are also a lot of girls and moms — and boys and dads, too — who don’t really like each other very much. Or at least they don’t act like they do.

“For some people, it’s a hard world. You and I are lucky that we care so much for each other, and that we can show our love so openly.”

As soon as I said ‘openly’, I realized it was not the right choice of words. Kerie and I certainly could not be open about the special ways we shared our love. But she didn’t seem to notice the contradiction.

“Okay,” she nodded, smiling happily and giving her doll a hug.

 

We had a nice time at dinner. Kerie loved the fried mozzarella appetizer at Big Tony’s, which was most of what she consumed that night. I felt guilty for letting my child eat something so obviously unhealthy, but then I thought, well, this is a special night just for us, so maybe it’s not that big a deal. However, I also resolved to include plenty of fresh fruits and vegetables in the meals I prepared for us.

Later, as we were driving home, I noticed she seemed pensive. It was unusual for her to be quiet for very long.

Finally I asked, “Sweetheart, are you all right? Do you feel okay?”

“Yeah,” she nodded, “I’m okay.”

Silence again for a few minutes. Then, just as I was about to say something else, Kerie began, “Meliss—” and suddenly stopped.

After a moment, I asked, “What, honey? What about Melissa?”

“You’ll get mad.”

“No, I promise I won’t get mad.” I patted her knee. “Really I won’t. Just tell me what you were going to say.”

“Okay, well, um… at school today, Melissa told me she likes to look at her mom when she’s naked and stuff. She goes in the bathroom and waits while her mom is taking a shower. Then she watches her get out and dry off. And she watches her get dressed.”

“Uh-huh.”

“So I think prob’ly there are other girls like me who want to see their mommies naked and get in bed with them and play games like we do. Maybe lotsa girls.”

“Maybe you’re right, sweetie.”

It occurred to me then that Kerie was doing her best to reassure herself that she wasn’t a freak, and that what we did together was not as horrible or scandalous as I had made it seem. I resolved then — my second resolution of the night — that I would find ways to make her feel more comfortable with who she was and with the special relationship she and I had together.

And perhaps she was right after all. Maybe there really were lots of other girls and moms who shared their love and affection in sexual ways. If so, it would be nice to find that out. That made me ponder.

“Honey, you said a minute ago that Melissa was talking about how she likes to look at her mother naked. And before that, um, the other day when you told Melissa about our new game, she said she might want to try it out with her mom, or maybe her sister, right?”

Kerie nodded.

“So, maybe you’re right. It’s possible there are other girls, and other mommies, who do some of the kinds of things we do. Or who might like doing it if they were brave enough to try. Do you think?”

“Uh-huh.”

“In fact, you know what? Yesterday I met a mom with two beautiful daughters, one who’s 15 and the other 10. And now that you’ve got me thinking about this, I’m starting to wonder if maybe that little family would enjoy…”

“Really, Mommy? A lady with two daughters? Are you gonna tell ‘em about our game?”

“Well, I —”

“Except, um, I know you keep saying we can’t tell anyone else. Anybody except Melissa, ‘cuz I already told her, and I guess Aunt Jae, ‘cuz you told her.”

“Yes, but, it might be possible,” I began, “to kind of subtly inform someone, or to give them ideas, suggestions, without really telling them specifically what you and I do together.”

I was starting to become aroused as I pictured Valerie in bed with Becky and Tina, making love with them. Could I really figure out a way to turn that fantasy into reality?

“Could you, um, sudly inform Ms. Beddingdon about it too? So maybe then she would want to play the game with Melissa?” asked Kerie.

I smiled at my daughter and patted her on the knee again. “We’ll see. Maybe.”

Then we were turning into our driveway. We were home.

Kerie held my hand as we walked to the front door. “Mommy?” she said.

“Yes, darling?”

“Can I have Melissa come for a sleepover tomorrow night? Please?”

I turned the key in the lock. “Hmm, Melissa, huh? What kind of trouble will you two get into if I let her spend the night with us?”

“We won’t get in any trouble,” she assured me, then skipped on inside the house. Evidently she hadn’t caught my innuendo. And that was fine.

Most of the time Kerie acted like a normal little girl, a typical 8-year-old. It was only when we had our special private sessions together that she said and did things most kids her age would likely never even think of. Sometimes I had to remind myself how young she really was.

As I came into the living room, I found Kerie doing somersaults on the carpet, flashing her little white panties at me.

I watched my adorable child for a minute, then sat down in a chair and beckoned for her to come to me. I pulled her onto my lap.

“Okay, here’s the deal,” I said, “you can have Melissa come for a sleepover tomorrow night if her mom says it’s okay.”

“Yay!” she cried, flinging her arms around my neck and kissing me.

“But listen,” I took her by the wrists and put her hands down in her lap. I wanted to make sure she paid attention to what I was going to say.

“This is important. If Melissa comes over here to spend the night, there are two items we have to agree on. First, I’m going to want to have a talk with her about the things you told her about us, you know, about those games we play. I want to let her know, like I let you know, that we have to be careful about who we talk to about certain things. Okay?”

“Okay.”

“And the second thing is, there are to be no secrets about what you two girls might be doing in your bedroom at night. All right? I understand if you are both curious about things and you want to fool around with each other, you know, playing little naked games and such. That’s fine. It’s normal, and I understand. But I also want you to be open with me, and to tell me what you do with her. No secrets. Got it?”

“Got it.”

Okay, good.” I kissed her quickly on the lips. “I’m going to go take my bath now, and while I’m doing that you can call Melissa and tell her to ask her mother if she can come for a sleepover.”

Kerie nodded eagerly. I got to my feet, letting her slide off my lap. As I began to walk toward the bedroom, I heard her call, “Mommy, don’t forget!”

“Don’t forget what, honey?”

“After your bath, you’re gonna show me how to masturbate, remember?”

“Yes, I remember.” I smiled and blew her a kiss.

Then I took off all my clothes, got in the tub, shaved my legs and pussy, and began to masturbate, as I did almost every night. But halfway through, I decided to stop.

If I was going to show my little girl how to masturbate, I wanted to save all the sexual energy I had so I could share it with her. This was going to be, I was certain, another night to remember forever.

I came into the bedroom naked, my skin warm and glowing from the hot bath water. Kerie was in bed, waiting for me. She was nude as well.

“What did Melissa’s mom say?”

“She said okay!”

“Good,” I smiled, as I slipped under the covers with her. “I’m sure you two will have lots of fun.”

“We will!”

“What do you want to have for dinner? Do you want me to make something special? Wait, I’ve got an idea — we can grill hamburgers in the backyard and eat dinner outside, okay? I’ll make french fries too if you want.”

“Yeah, awesome,” said Kerie as she snuggled up next to me. Her skin was as warm as mine was.

I hugged her and kissed her. “I love you so much, darling. You can’t imagine how much I love you.”

“Uh-huh, I can too. It’s the same as how much I love you.”

“That’s right,” I agreed, turning onto my back and pulling her hot little body on top of mine. I opened my legs and let her settle in between them. She laid her head between my breasts and we rested that way for a few minutes, feeling close and warm and content.

Then Kerie murmured, “Emily told Melissa that their mom said that she, um, that she masturbates a lot.”

She lifted her head and looked at me. “Do you masturbate a lot?”

“Well, yes, I guess I do. Pretty much every night in the bathtub after I get done shaving.”

“You do?”

“Uh-huh. And I’d probably masturbate even more if I didn’t have so many, um, well, such a good time with you. But I do like how it feels when I rub myself. It’s nice.”

Kerie nodded, “Okay.”

I looked at her for a moment. Such a beautiful young girl. How did I ever get so lucky? I pulled my daughter close and kissed her lips.

She kissed me back. We shared several sweet kisses, and then she said, “Emily told Melissa you can tell when their mom is doing it, ‘cuz she goes in her room and closes the door and then you can hear the sounds.”

“What sounds?”

“Emily said her mom has a TV in the bedroom and she watches these movies. Um, Emily said they’re lesbian movies, you know, with ladies kissing each other and stuff?”

“Yes, I know about those kinds of movies.” I smiled at her.

“And Emily told Melissa that you could listen outside her door, her mom’s door, and you could hear the ladies in the movies, and then you could hear her mom, too. She said her mom was really loud sometimes.”

“Wow, that’s… interesting…” I pictured cute, wholesome-looking Rose watching lesbian porn and fucking herself wildly.

Then something occurred to me. “Do you, I mean, can you ever hear me, when I’m in the bathroom, you know, taking a bath and, uh, masturbating? Can you hear me, when I, um, when I have an orgasm?”

“No. I didn’t even know what masturbating was until Melissa told me about it today.”

“Oh, okay. Well, what would you like to know about it?”

“Show me how you do it. And then teach me how, so I can do it too.”

“I can try, sweetie, but I can’t promise about the results. Sometimes it’s hard when you’re young to, well, to get yourself all the way to a climax.”

“But we can try, right?” she asked.

I smiled. “Yes, baby, we can try.”

“Thank you, Mommy,” said my daughter, giving me another kiss on the lips. “You’re the best mommy in the whole world.”

“Well, thank you, darling. And you’re the best little girl too.”

Continue on to Chapter 8