Juicy Secrets Forbidden Tales of Lesbian Love

By Naughty Mommy

“Is this their house?”

“Uh-huh, it sure is.”

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“Thank you.”

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“Um, hello.”

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

“Thank you.”

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

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

“Hi,” Becky mumbled.

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

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

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

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

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

“Yes, I think I will.”

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

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

“Um, yeah, I guess a Coke, please.”

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

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

“Okay.”

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

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

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

“Um, third. What grade are you in?”

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

“Me too,” Kerie giggled. “I hate it.”

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

“Yeah, it’s stupid,” Kerie agreed.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“Yes, I would. Thank you.”

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“Of course you do.”

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

“You — you do?”

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

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

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

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

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

“You did?”

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

“I…”

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

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

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

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

“How’s the cleanup duty coming?”

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

We held hands, squeezing tightly.

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

“Glad to hear it,” I grinned.

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

“Wow, you’re an attorney?”

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

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

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

“Oh…”

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

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

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

“Wow. Just like that?”

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

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

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

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

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

“All right.”

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Continue on to Chapter 18

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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

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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

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