Juicy Secrets Forbidden Tales of Lesbian Love

By Naughty Mommy

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For several long seconds, nothing else happened. We simply stood there, all trying to catch our breath, gazing at one another. Or, rather, some of us stood — me, my mom, Kate, Lauren, and Hannah — while the others sat. Samantha had joined her mother on the bed, and Dana was with Chelsea there too, holding her daughter on her lap.

A roomful of naked women and girls, the perfect recipe for a lesbian orgy, an incestuous lesbian orgy! Unfortunately, that didn’t take place, at least not then. In an erotic story, maybe that’s what would have happened next, but this was real life, and things don’t always work out the way you want them to.

Lauren spoke first. “Well,” she grinned, “not being an American, not by birth anyhow, I’ve never really got that much into the Thanksgiving holiday. This year, though, talk about being thankful!”

We all laughed with her.

“I’ll say,” added Kelsey. “This is our first Turkey Day over here — for Hannah and me, that is — and if this is how you Yanks celebrate, we’ve been missing out!”

After more happy laughter, our mother told her, “It’s not always quite like this. We like to have fun, but we’ve never played that game before, at least not on Thanksgiving. Kate invented it just a few months ago, didn’t you, honey?”

My sister nodded, “Yeah, it was, um, lemme see, it was last August. That was the first time, when Riley was here for a sleepover.”

“You played that game with Riley?” Hannah asked, eyes wide. I could see her mind at work, thinking about Lindsey’s and Molly’s cute young friend Riley, picturing her running around nude with the other girls, grabbing and being grabbed.

“Uh-huh, and with Emily too,” said Molly, “except that was later.”

“Wow…” Hannah slowly shook her head, staring into space, obviously imagining the expanded scene. Then she looked at me and smiled, “You know what? We should teach it to Cadence!”

“Good idea,” I agreed, “and her mom too.”

“Yeah,” Hannah giggled.

“Who’s Cadence?” asked Megan.

“Oh, um, she’s a girl that me and Hannah babysit sometimes. She’s 10. Her mother is one of our teachers, for Art & Design,” I said.

Eyebrows went up around the room as people considered the implications of our playing such a sexy game with a teacher and her young daughter. I wondered for a moment if my mom might try to caution us against involving someone from the school, but she didn’t say anything. Either she trusted me to do the right thing, or maybe she really was looking forward to having Ms. Firth and Cadence included in our naughtiness. She hadn’t met them yet, but I’d told her all about them both, along with the things we’d already done, posing nude and so on.

Lauren said, as she looked at her cousin Kelsey, “Well, I guess we really should get dressed and go home. Don’t want to overstay our welcome.”

“S’pose you’re right,” nodded the brunette.

Now I really was hoping my mother would say something, invite them to stay longer, but once more she didn’t. Someone else did speak up, however. It was Samantha. “But wait,” she said, “don’t we have to kiss now? Practice again, like we said?”

Mommy and Megan both began to say no — but they were instantly drowned out by a chorus of girls who really wanted to do some kissing. Chelsea, Molly, Lindsey, Kate, Hannah, and Samantha were begging, demanding, pleading, and I joined in too. “Please? Please? Please?! We want to kiss!!”

There was no way the adults could resist this appeal. Of course they acted like they weren’t going to give in right away, you know, how grownups will do, but finally my mom said, “Well, I suppose, maybe for just a few minutes.”

As the kids clapped, Mommy asked Lauren and Kelsey, “Is that all right with you? Do you mind staying a little longer?”

“Sure, it’s fine, no problem,” Lauren smiled. Kelsey agreed, nodding eagerly.

“How about this,” said my mother, “you girls can kiss for a few minutes, not too long, and we’ll just watch you, okay?”

Everyone seemed happy with that idea. The moms who were still seated stood up, while Hannah and Kate and I hopped onto the king-size bed with the other kids. There were seven of us, though, which meant one would be left out when we began pairing up.

Mommy solved that problem. “Dana, why don’t you join them — you can pretend you’re a little girl, all right?”

The tiny blonde giggled, “Okay, sure!”

“Nice,” I heard Kelsey murmur.

“Who should I kiss?” Dana grinned, as she nestled among us.

“You can kiss me, Mommy,” said Chelsea, wrapping her small arms around her mother’s neck.

So that’s how it worked out: Dana kissed Chelsea, Molly kissed Lindsey, Hannah kissed Kate, and I kissed Samantha. Four pairs of young girls — well, along with one adult who was the size of a young girl — hugging and kissing and caressing as we lay naked on the bed. The rest of the moms gathered around, watching closely.

As much as I loved kissing Samantha (she’d learned fast, and was very good already at using her lips and tongue to turn a girl or a woman on), I sort of kept one eye open to check what else was going on. Since I was facing away from Megan and Lauren, I couldn’t tell what they were doing, but I was able to see that my mom and Kelsey each had a hand between their legs as they watched us kiss. Although they weren’t exactly masturbating — it wasn’t quite that intense — they both were pressing in on their pussies with their fingers.

Regrettably, we weren’t allowed to make out for very long. After only a couple of minutes, Mommy said, “Okay, kids, I think that’s probably enough practice for now.”

Damn it! Just when things were getting good! But I suppose my mother figured, as they say, you should always leave them wanting more, right? Anyhow, in response to her repeated promptings, we slowly disentangled ourselves and got up off the bed.

As everyone began dragging our discarded clothes and shoes and things out of the walk-in closet where we’d left them, Hannah asked, “Can I stay over tonight?”

“Hannah,” tsked her mom, “you don’t —”

But Mommy interrupted, “Of course she can, it’s perfectly fine. And Lindsey too, we’d love to have them both.”

“Well, all right, if you really don’t mind,” said Kelsey.

“Not a bit,” my mother smiled.

It took a little while to sort out the jumble of clothing while we enjoyed some playful teasing about mixing and matching the various outfits. Lauren and Kelsey finished getting dressed eventually, and the rest of us put on maybe just a shirt and a pair of panties. Some wore even less.

We went downstairs and said goodbye to Kelsey and Lauren. They’d walked over along with their daughters earlier in the day, since their house was only two blocks from ours, and now we watched them stroll off together under the streetlights, arm in arm. We waved and they waved back.

Dana and Megan soon decided to leave too, taking Chelsea and Samantha with them for a sleepover at Dana’s apartment. I remembered that Dana had said something about convincing Megan to join us for group sex “the next time”, but she must have decided they weren’t quite ready for that. Oh well, everything would happen at some point, I was pretty sure — hopefully with everyone all at once. That would be great!

Anyway, for now I had the delicious pleasure of sleeping with Hannah in my bed. Of course, it wasn’t bedtime yet, still only about 7:00 o’clock. My mother had a surprise for us, though. Unbeknownst to me, she had rented a movie from Netflix that none of us had ever seen before, so we sat down and watched it. The movie was called But I’m a Cheerleader, and it was really funny and sometimes pretty sexy and even touching too. I liked it a lot. We all did.

After that, it was time for bed. I asked Mommy if Kate could sleep in my room with Hannah and me, and she said that was fine. Hannah frowned when I made the request, probably concerned that it would prevent us from having sex. Little did she know!

Lindsey and Molly slept in Molly’s bed, of course, but with Dana gone, that meant my mom would be all by herself. Obviously that wasn’t a problem, since she slept alone most nights and I knew very well that she could entertain herself with porn and/or masturbation as she often did. Still, I felt kind of sorry for her in a way, being the only one without a bed partner.

She had one more trick up her sleeve, however. After putting Molly and Lindsey to bed and turning out the light in their room, Mommy came and said goodnight to Kate and Hannah and me, telling us not to stay up too late. At that point, she was wearing just panties, a blouse, and a pair of socks. She hadn’t put on a bra following our game, so her breasts swung freely — and enticingly — under the thin blouse. But that was only the opening act.

About fifteen minutes later, after the three of us had brushed our teeth and were snuggling together naked under the covers, giggling and talking with the bedside lamp still on, we heard a knock on my door.

“Come in?” I said.

It was Mommy. She peeked inside and said with a smile, “Sorry, I just remembered something.” Then she walked slowly toward us. She was wearing a sexy red babydoll nightgown, totally sheer, with nothing on under it. We could easily see her erect nipples and her closely trimmed pubic hair.

My mother sat down on the side of the bed, next to Hannah. I was in the middle, with Kate on the other side. “Tomorrow, you know, is when we usually go out for a drive, our day in the country,” she said, “and I thought you might want to let Hannah know about that, ask her if she’d like to go along. Lindsey too, of course. We can talk to her about it in the morning.”

“All right,” I nodded. Hannah’s eyes were bulging as she stared at my mother’s nipples. We’d all been completely naked only a few hours earlier, but somehow this was different, more erotic, seeing her now in her sexy lingerie. It definitely turned me on, and I expected it was doing the same for Hannah.

“Megan and Samantha are coming along with us too,” Mommy said. “We’ll have to take two cars this year, I guess. Anyway, you can think about it.” As she said that, she patted Hannah’s thigh through the blankets, then leaned over to give me a goodnight kiss.

But this was no ordinary goodnight kiss. As soon as her lips touched mine, she parted them and extended her tongue, slipping it into my mouth. I responded eagerly, as I always did with her, kissing my mom as though she were my lesbian lover — which in fact she was. And when she finished with me, she leaned over even farther to kiss Katie the same way — which meant she was practically lying on top of Hannah. My sister and my mother kissed for a few seconds, very wetly, until finally she pulled away.

Mommy stood up, right next to the bed. One hand was at her breast, thumb lightly stroking her nipple through the sheer fabric. “Okay, kids, g’night,” she said. “Sleep well. Pleasant dreams.” And then she left the room.

I knew, of course, that my mother had no real reason to come in that night and talk to us about our plans for the next day. She could just as easily have done that in the morning. The purpose of her visit was simply to display her body and to let my friend watch her kiss us the way she had.

“Wow,” said Hannah, as the door closed. “Wow!”

“Yeah,” I nodded, “my mom’s, uh, pretty hot for a mom, isn’t she?”

“I’ll say she is,” agreed Hannah, “very hot.”

Kate and I both giggled.

Hannah turned to me. She pushed herself up on an elbow. I could see one small breast, topped by a rosy nipple. The other breast was covered by her arm. I felt my pussy tingle as I gazed at her.

“Does your mum kiss you a lot like that?” the girl asked. “I mean, you know, like every night or something?”

I shrugged. “Most nights, yeah. Almost every night, I guess.”

“Except on school nights, it’s only kissing,” said Kate.

Uh-oh! That was a slip!

“What do you mean, only kissing?” Hannah frowned.

“Um, she means, like, we don’t kiss as much on school nights,” I tried to explain. “But on the weekends we do more.”

“More?” asked Hannah.

“More kissing,” I said, “for longer.”

Although that wasn’t the whole truth, it wasn’t really a lie, either, so I didn’t feel too bad about it. But then I began to think maybe I should just go ahead and tell Hannah everything, admit the whole truth, or at least more than I’d told her so far. Given what we’d learned about both her mother and Lauren kissing their daughters the same way our mother enjoyed kissing us, it might not be too much of a shock. On the other hand, eating pussy is a heck of a lot more serious than just kissing!

All this went through my mind in a couple of seconds. Hannah was studying my face, frowning slightly. She could tell I was holding something back. Okay, I said to myself, I’ll tell her more — except first I’ll try turning the tables on her, see how that goes.

“Can I ask you something?” I said.

“Okay, I guess.”

“Um, before, when we were playing the game, Undercover Spy, when we were in the closet and you and me were kissing, remember?”

“Yeah, of course.”

“But then we heard something. We heard your mom and your aunt, and you said to me, you whispered, ‘That’s what they do.’ Remember that?”

Hannah blushed deep red. Her eyes widened and I was suddenly afraid she might start to cry.

“It’s okay,” I assured her. “You don’t have to tell us if you don’t want to. But I mean, I’ll tell you some stuff about us. That doesn’t mean you have to tell us anything at all if you don’t want to, though, ‘cause you don’t. All right?”

Hannah looked at me, then at Kate, then back at me. I saw her swallow. After licking her lips, she said, in a husky voice, “What are you gonna tell me?”

I smiled. “That me and Kate, my sister, that we do stuff, more than just kissing. We do stuff like you and me do, you know, actually have sex.”

“You do??” Hannah asked, evidently astonished.

“Uh-huh,” I nodded. Kate nodded too.

“Cor,” said the redhead, “that’s… really cool.”

“You think so?” I asked.

“Uh-huh, I do.” Hannah sat up naked in bed, cross-legged. Her blushing had receded. She appeared confident once more, that special sparkle I loved back in her eye. I glanced at her crotch for a moment, at the few strands of auburn hair beginning to grow there. Then I looked up at her face again, smiling at her.

“I’m glad you told me that, about what you guys do,” the girl grinned. “I promise I’ll never tell anyone, not a soul. And, um, and you have to promise me the same thing, okay? If I tell you what I know, you won’t ever tell anyone?”

“Sure,” I said, “that’s fine.”

“I promise,” said Kate, “cross my heart.” My sister made the sign, above her left nipple. She’d sat up too, also cross-legged. I was the only one still lying down.

“Okay, well, so, the thing is,” Hannah told us, “my mum and my aunt… you heard them say that when they were young, around our age or thereabouts, that they kissed each other and maybe fooled around some, eh?”

“Uh-huh,” I nodded.

“And um, see, after we moved over here, me and my mum, and they were, you know, they started sharing the same room, her and Lauren, right?”

“Right…”

“Well, they only have one bed, and so I thought maybe it would be just like a regular sleepover, like girls do, you know? Just sleeping and maybe cuddling, but no more than that, except it would be every night.”

“Okay.”

“But, um, then I, well, then I started to think maybe there was something more.”

She paused, looking at us both expectantly, her eyes wide.

“Uh-huh, go on,” I prompted. Sometimes it took Hannah a while to get to the point.

“Okay, um…” She leaned forward, hands on her knees, and spoke very softly. “Sometimes at night I hear them. They say things, like, bad words. Dirty talk, I mean, in their room.”

“What kind of things do they say?” asked Kate.

Hannah blushed again, but at least she was smiling now. In a near whisper, she said, “They talk about, you know, fucking and such like. Fuck, and pussy, and cunt, and all. Dirty talk like that.”

“Do they do anything too?” Kate said. “Or just talk about it?”

“No, I think they… they really do things. I’ve heard them,” Hannah told us.

“Heard them doing what?” I asked.

“You know, fucking.”

“What do you mean?” I said. “How can you hear someone fucking?”

“Have you seen them?” Kate asked.

“No, I haven’t seen them. But I — I’ve stood outside their door and listened.”

Aha! So I wasn’t the only one who’d snuck around in their hall late at night, listening outside Lauren and Kelsey’s bedroom door. “What did you hear?” I asked.

“Um, well, I heard them saying…”

Hannah paused and swallowed hard. This was obviously difficult for her to say. But she went on, “I heard Lauren, my aunt, saying, ‘Fuck me, fuck me hard!’, and stuff like that, and I also heard my mum say to her, ‘You want me to fuck you, fuck your cunt?’ So, you know, I think that means they were actually doing it.”

“Yeah, I think it does,” said Kate, sounding excited. I looked at her and saw that she had a hand between her legs, rubbing her clit. “Do you think maybe they were using something? Like a dildo, or whatever?”

“Um, I don’t know, but…” Hannah was staring at Kate’s hand, watching her play with herself. After a moment she asked, with a lopsided grin, “You like doing that?”

“Uh-huh,” nodded Kate, “I do.” She hadn’t stopped. Her hand was moving fast, making small circles around her clit.

I pushed myself up on an elbow so I could see better. And then, as Hannah and I watched, Kate placed her other hand down there too, sliding the middle finger between her pussy lips, reaching deeper and pushing inside. We heard her groan. I could smell her wetness. She was fucking herself.

“I love doing this,” said Kate, in a low moan. “I do it all the time.”

“Me too!” Hannah exclaimed. “I love doing that too, playing with myself, I mean. I do it all the time!”

She changed position, getting to her knees, and put both hands between her legs. “Let’s do it together,” said the redhead, “and watch each other.”

I was lying between them, the sheets just above my waist. Suddenly I raised my knees and kicked the covers off, completely exposing myself. I spread my legs wide, and began to masturbate along with them.

We stayed that way for a minute or two, rubbing ourselves and watching each other. Then I said, “Um, you guys… why don’t you lick my nipples, okay?”

Kate immediately agreed. “Okay,” she said, and bent down to lick my nipple while continuing to masturbate.

Hannah blushed and giggled. I saw her shiver. But then she bent down too, and I had two girls at my breasts, an 11-year-old and a 13-year-old. It was perfect. They licked, and soon began sucking.

I could feel an orgasm quickly approaching. With one hand I teased at the opening to my vagina, circling around the rim, pulling, stretching, sometimes sliding a finger inside. My other hand was on my clit, rubbing, squeezing, bringing me right to the edge. Those girls sucking and licking my nipples were driving me insane. I tried my best to wait, but, “Oh god,” I gasped, “I —” and then I exploded.

My climax seemed to go on for a long time. The girls stayed at my breasts and I kept playing with myself, prolonging the ecstasy, until finally the stimulation of my clit was just too much and I had to stop.

I clamped both hands over my vulva, feeling the heat, the throbbing, the slippery wetness… and gradually calmed down. My eyes had been tightly closed, but now I opened them. I grinned sheepishly at Kate and Hannah as they drew away and sat back up, smiling.

“I love watching you,” said Kate, as she slowly shook her head. “You always come so hard.”

“I know,” I giggled.

“She’s bloody amazing,” Hannah nodded, “I’ve never seen anybody so — well, I’ve never seen anybody else at all, except in videos — but you’re just like, bloody amazing, Julie.”

“Thanks,” I chuckled, “glad I could entertain you.”

I sat up then and looked at Hannah. “But, um, I wanted to tell you something, kind of admit something.”

“What is it?” she asked, eyebrows raised. She and my sister both still had their hands between their legs, but neither was masturbating very vigorously.

“Well, you know how you said you’d heard your aunt and your mother, in their room?”

“Uh-huh?”

“So, I mean, I’ve heard them too. A couple of times, actually. At night at your house, when I was sleeping over.”

“Wow, really?” Hannah grinned. “You did?”

“Yeah, I… I woke up, and I heard something, so I went out to see what it was. I was kind of snooping, I guess, and maybe I shouldn’t do that, but I couldn’t help it, I was curious.”

“What did you hear?” asked Kate.

“It was, um, the first time I didn’t hear that much, not what they were saying, anyway. I just heard sounds, you know, kind of like what Hannah said, how you can hear someone fucking? But the second time, I really did hear their voices, and they were saying, well, all that kind of stuff — Fuck me! Fuck my cunt! — and things like that.”

“God,” breathed Hannah. “Did it… bother you? Hearing that?”

“No, not at all! It turned me on. It made me so excited, in fact, that after I got back to bed, I masturbated again while I thought about it.”

“While I was sleeping? You shoulda woke me up!”

“Yeah, I guess maybe I should have. Except I didn’t know how much you knew then. I didn’t know if I should tell you what I’d heard.”

“Okay, but next time, wake me up, all right? Maybe we can listen together.”

“All right, I will,” I nodded.

“I’ve heard it so many times now,” she chuckled, “I guess I just sleep right through it.”

“Yeah,” I said. Then I frowned, “But, I mean, Lindsey’s room is right next to theirs, to her mom’s and your mom’s. Don’t you think, like, she can hear them too?”

“Uh-huh,” Hannah told us, “she does, she’s heard ‘em. We’ve talked about it.”

“You have?”

“Yeah, um, sometimes when we’re in bed, and we’re kissing, we talk about it. We talk about, you know, what they might be doing and stuff.”

Kate spoke up. “Hey, uh, earlier, when everyone was downstairs in the family room, before we played the game, your mom said something about all you guys kissing together, all four of you, like taking turns or something, right?”

“Uh-huh,” Hannah nodded. “We do.”

“Are you, um, when you guys do that, are you naked, or wearing clothes, or what?” asked Kate. Her hands were moving faster once more between her legs.

“We, um, usually it’s on the sofa, in the living room,” said Hannah, “before we go to bed. So we have our clothes on, or jim-jams anyway.”

“Jim-jams?” said my sister.

“That means pajamas,” I said, “like jammies.”

“Oh, okay.”

Then I had a naughty thought. I turned to Hannah, “I know you said you masturbate a lot, like me and Kate do. But, um, when you’re doing that, do you ever think about, you know, about your mom and your aunt, the stuff they do?”

“Sometimes I do,” she smiled.

“Does it get you excited?”

Her smile widened. “Yeah…”

“So do you ever, kind of, imagine that you’re in there with them, watching? Or maybe even, like, joining in?”

“What do you mean?”

“I mean, you know, when you’re playing with yourself, don’t you sometimes use your imagination and pretend you’re inside the bedroom with them? Watching them, or maybe doing the same stuff they do?”

Hannah looked uncertain. “I don’t know, um…”

“Let’s do this,” I said. “Let’s play a game, okay? Lay down here beside me.”

“Why?”

“Come on, just do it. It’ll be fun.”

“Well, all right.”

She stretched out on her back, hands at her sides. I paused for a moment and just gazed at my friend, at her lovely slim body, lightly freckled, tiny titties barely more than swells on her chest, and oh my god that gorgeous face, her big brown eyes, those pink lips — utterly irresistible.

My hand went between my legs again. “God, Hannah,” I said, “you are just so hot.”

“Yeah, she is,” said Kate. “You are, I mean.” We giggled at her correction.

“So, uh, what I want to do,” I explained, “is kind of play a game, a game of pretend. You want to?”

“I guess,” Hannah shrugged.

“All right, um, start by closing your eyes.”

“Really?”

“Uh-huh.”

“Okay.” She closed her eyes.

I positioned myself over her, lying right on top of her, my nipples on her nipples, my legs nestling between hers, causing the girl to part her thighs. Our vulvas were in contact.

“All right, now, it’s time to play pretend. Keep your eyes closed,” I instructed, “and use your imagination. I want you to imagine I’m your mother.”

“What—?!!” Hannah’s eyes flew open.

“It’s just a game,” I assured her. “Come on, close your eyes and play along. It’ll be fun.”

“Well… all right.” She closed her eyes again.

“Now come on, Hannah,” I urged, “you’re an artist. You have a great imagination. So picture me not being me, but being your mum. You can do that. And remember, it’s only a game, we’re just having fun. You’re not doing anything wrong.”

She took a deep breath, then let it out, nodding, “Okay.”

I shut my eyes too. In a soft voice, almost a whisper, I said, “I’m your mum, Hannah. We’re in bed, um… we’re in your bed, and we’re both naked, all right?”

She nodded again.

“I’m gonna kiss you now, but it’s not me kissing you, it’s your mum. You have to imagine that if you opened your eyes — which I don’t want you to do — but if you did, you wouldn’t see me, you’d see her, okay?”

“Uh-huh.”

“Mmm, I like this,” Kate murmured, somewhere close to us. She was masturbating. I could hear the squishy sound of her fingers in her pussy, and I could smell her excitement.

Without saying another word, I brought my lips to Hannah’s. At first she seemed to resist, but soon returned my kiss. I parted my lips and she opened hers. Our tongues met, teasing.

“Hannah…” I whispered.

“Mummy,” she replied, and I felt her arms go around me, pulling me closer.

We kissed for a minute or so, gently, tenderly, soft lips on soft lips, tongues just beginning to explore.

As our passion slowly grew, and the tempo began to increase, I said, “Mummy loves you so much, Hannah, and I just want to show you. Show you how very much…”

“Uh-huh,” she nodded, “show me, Mummy.”

“God!” Kate gasped. I could tell she was almost there, almost ready to come. I hoped she wouldn’t distract Hannah from the fantasy.

But that didn’t seem to be a problem. The slender redhead spread her legs wider apart. She put her hands on my butt, pulling me against her. “Show me, Mummy. Show me!” she urged.

I kissed her again, harder this time, shoving my tongue into her mouth. She groaned and sucked on it. I was moving on top of her now, humping her, fucking her.

When we broke the kiss, I said, “Mummy loves you, Hannah, Mummy loves you!”

“Fuck me, Mummy,” begged the girl. “Fuck me and make me come!”

That was all it took for Kate. I heard her squeal and I knew she was climaxing.

I moved faster and faster on top of Hannah. “You want me to fuck you? Huh? Want Mummy to fuck your little pussy, make you come?”

“Uh-huh! Uh-huh! Do it, Mummy, do it! Don’t stop!” she cried.

We fucked and fucked for a few seconds longer, pussy against pussy, cunt on cunt, until suddenly Hannah moaned — “Ohhh!!!” — and I felt her body shuddering beneath me.

I wasn’t quite there yet, but that didn’t matter. I held her tightly as she groaned and shook, loving the feel of this pretty girl in my arms, her warmth, her sweetness, and the incredible erotic energy of her orgasm. It was completely satisfying — especially since I knew that as I fucked her, she’d been pretending it wasn’t me doing it, but her own mother. That was hot.

And that was only the beginning of our pretend games that evening. Once I’d given Hannah the idea, it seemed she couldn’t get enough. We played around with lots of variations: Kate and I taking turns as Hannah’s mum, or one of us portraying Lauren, and then we brought our mother into the picture too, letting Hannah play that role as she made love with us. We kissed and tribbed, ate pussy, finger-fucked, each one of us enjoying numerous orgasms. It was definitely a night to remember, and a Thanksgiving we would never forget.

Continue on to Chapter 119

By Naughty Mommy

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Lauren finished kissing her cousin Kelsey. Their lips were moist, their cheeks flushed. The women, seated beside each other on our sofa, both appeared to be aroused, breathing quickly, chests rising and falling. They gazed into one another’s eyes for a moment, then looked around at the rest of us.

I could feel the sexual tension sparking in the room, like electricity. For several seconds, no one said anything — but there was plenty of stirring, women squirming in their chairs, kids glancing back and forth, eager to see what would happen next. Were we still going to play our game, Undercover Spy? Or would this impromptu session of Truth or Dare lead to something even more extreme?

“Well,” said my mother finally, “I think it’s getting dark enough now. For the game, I mean.”

It was about 5:30 by that time and definitely dark outside, since we were nearing the end of November.

“Dark?” asked Lauren. “Why would it have to be dark?”

“Because… um…” Kate started to explain, before hesitating. She was sitting next to me on the floor, cross-legged. Her mouth twisted as she debated how much she should say.

Megan giggled. “Maybe, before anything else, you should tell ‘em about the Vegas rule,” she proposed.

“Yes, good idea,” Mommy nodded. To Lauren and Kelsey, she said, “I don’t know if either of you have ever been to Las Vegas, but…”

“I have,” answered Lauren. Kelsey shook her head.

“Well, whether you’ve been there or not,” said my mom, “you might have seen their ads or know about their slogan: ‘What Happens Here, Stays Here.’”

“Yeah, I’ve heard that,” Kelsey grinned.

“Well,” Mommy chuckled, “you might say that’s sort of our motto here, among us — especially when it comes to the game we’re about to play.”

“So you mean,” said Lauren, “that even though we might share some of our naughty little secrets with each other, once we leave here, our lips are sealed, right?”

“Yes, that’s exactly right,” our mother confirmed, giving her a wink. “And you’ll see why, after we’ve played the game.”

I spoke up, “When we played it the first time with Megan — um, that was, like, a few weeks ago — anyway, we didn’t explain all the rules to her at the start, but first we had everyone agree they would just go along with whatever the rules said, no matter what it might be.”

“No matter what?” asked Kelsey, eyebrows raised.

“Yeah,” nodded Hannah, “that’s how we did it, Mum. Everyone says first they’ll abide by the rules and just do whatever. Okay?”

Kelsey gazed at her daughter for a moment, then shrugged. “All right, fair enough. I’m game.”

“Me too, I guess,” said Lauren. “Sounds like it might be fun.”

“Yay!” clapped Lindsey. “Now we can play!”

The next thing, though, was figuring out exactly how we were going to play with such a large group. We’d never tried it with so many participants before. Since it was Kate’s game, she made the decisions.

“Okay,” she said, after a moment’s thought. I was impressed with how fast she figured things out. “Here’s what we’ll do. We’ll have two teams, five people each, but this time we’ll have two evil scientists. Um, it’ll be me, and… and Dana.”

“Evil scientists?” asked Lauren.

“Yeah, um, I’ll tell you about that in a minute,” said Kate, getting to her feet.

She went to the cabinet where items of clothing had been stored from the fashion show at Molly’s big slumber party. Near the top of a wicker basket in the cabinet were a number of scarves and hair ribbons. My sister had to search around for a little while but finally found five in various shades of blue and five more in shades of red.

Closing the cabinet door and turning to us, she held out her hands, groups of each color bunched in her fists. “A red team and a blue team,” Kate smiled. “Two teams.”

She split us into teams, handing out ribbons and scarves, instructing us to tie them around our foreheads, which we did. On the blue team were Megan, Kelsey, Lindsey, Molly, and Chelsea. The red team consisted of my mom, Lauren, Hannah, Samantha, and me.

“Now we have to make it dark,” said Molly.

“Right,” nodded Kate. “We have to turn out all the lights, everywhere, starting downstairs, then upstairs.”

The lights, both inside and out, were turned off downstairs, and the curtains closed. Then we went upstairs. We all had to wait in the hall for a minute while Kate did something in her bedroom. She came out holding two plastic water bottles, the orange one we’d used before that was marked FORMULA X, and a yellow one on which she’d just written FORMULA Y. I could smell the fresh ink from the magic marker.

“Now, like I said, we’re gonna have two evil scientists this time,” she told us. “That’ll be me and Dana.”

Handing the yellow bottle to Dana, she said, “See, the thing is, the secret formulas in these bottles, when you put ‘em together, mix ‘em up, will make a really super powerful ingredient that will make us — me and the other evil scientist — the strongest people in the world. We’ll be able to rule everybody, make ‘em all do bad stuff, anything we want. But you guys have to stop us. You’re the teams of undercover spies. Your job is to get the formula from us and stop us from doing bad things. Okay?”

She looked at Kelsey and Lauren. They both nodded, appearing to understand.

“All right,” said Kate. “Now, for one team to win, they have to get both bottles, both of the secret formulas, and have them at the same time, and they have to get to Mommy’s bed with them.”

As she said this, she walked to end of the hall and pushed open our mother’s door, flipping on the light and pointing at the bed. “You have to have both bottles, right? Not just one.”

This was a change in the rules. I realized it would make the game more complicated, probably causing it to last longer, giving us even more opportunity to climb all over each other’s naked bodies. Pretty smart of my sister. Of course, our two new initiates, Lauren and Kelsey, didn’t know anything yet about the naked part — I wondered how they would react when they found out!

Kate switched off the hall light. She’d already turned off the light in her bedroom, so now the whole house, except for Mommy’s room, was completely dark.

It suddenly occurred to me that the next step normally was for all the players to gather inside our mother’s walk-in closet and do a strip search. But would twelve of us be able to squeeze in there at the same time?

We were, although it was a tight fit. Kate still hadn’t explained about the next part, however. She just ushered us all inside the closet, flipping on the overhead bulb and turning off the light in Mommy’s room before squishing in with us and pulling the door closed. I heard nervous laughter, and almost immediately began perspiring. We were really crammed in and it was getting hot. I was up against Samantha. Lindsey was next to her. Dana was right behind me, with Kate behind her.

“Okay, now, um, the next thing,” said Kate, “is to search each other for hidden weapons. That’s what undercover spies have to do. And we have to search everybody. Everyone, I mean, has to search everyone else, even the people on your own team, okay?”

Most of the players nodded. All of us but Kelsey and Lauren knew the rules.

Kate went on, “But to do the search, first we have to get naked. We have to take off each other’s clothes.”

“No…” said Lauren, astonished.

“Remember, you agreed to follow all the rules, no matter what,” Megan told her. “Right?”

“That’s what we said,” Kelsey chuckled. “True enough. Now I guess we’re really in it, eh?”

Lauren shook her head bemusedly, but offered no further objections. She caught my mother’s eye. “I’m beginning to see what you meant,” the woman grinned.

“Uh-huh,” Mommy nodded. “What happens here, stays here.”

“All right, so, is everybody ready?” Kate began, before interrupting herself. “Oh, wait. Um, Dana, put your bottle up here for now, okay?”

As they placed their plastic bottles on the shelf above our heads, Kate smiled, “That’s so you can have both hands free.”

“Right,” nodded Dana, giggling.

“Now remember,” said Kate to the group, “first, take off everyone’s clothes, the people around you. And then, once everybody’s naked, we’ll do the search for hidden weapons. Are you ready?”

Without waiting for an answer, she switched off the overhead light. We were plunged into total blackness.

As I’d noticed before when we did this, the sudden darkness made the air feel even warmer, closer. And without a sense of vision, our awareness of the bodies around us became more acute — their subtle scents, the excited breathing, that moist warmth of skin on skin where bare arms and legs rubbed together — it was undeniably sensual, erotic.

“Go ahead and start now,” said Kate, her voice sounding somehow louder in the pitch dark. “Just reach and grab whoever’s by you. Take off her clothes. Then move around and do it with everyone else. Make sure everybody’s completely naked.”

“Oh my god…” I recognized Kelsey’s English accent. Apparently it was dawning on her just how kinky this game of ours really was.

I didn’t pause any longer to think about her, though, or about anyone else. I quickly grabbed Samantha, tugging on her t-shirt, pulling it up, lifting it over her head. At the same time I felt other hands on me, grabbing, groping, pulling at my clothes. I laughed out loud, feeling giddy and sexy all at once, completely happy.

After I got Samantha’s shirt over head and off, I touched the girl’s chest, making sure that was the only shirt she was wearing. It was. I ran my hands all over her skin, feeling her little nipples, hearing her giggle. Then I reached for her shorts.

I don’t how long it actually was before we had everyone naked, but it must have taken a while, several minutes at least. Even though my mother’s walk-in closet was large, with a dozen women and girls packed inside, it wasn’t easy to move anywhere. We had to, though, those were the rules.

So, we squirmed around as best we could in the darkness, our warm, sweaty, feminine bodies sliding together — grownup women with round bottoms and full breasts, little girls with flat chests and no hips, plus those in-between, like me and Kate and Hannah, with budding breasts and figures beginning to develop — all of us rubbing up against one another.

Finally, it seemed apparent that no clothing was left, everyone was nude. The floor, of course, was now a jumble of shirts and shorts and dresses and socks and panties and bras. That made it easy to stumble, but if you did, you leaned right into someone else and were held up. It was impossible for anyone to fall down.

Now we came to my favorite part. “Okay,” Katie told us, “the next thing is to search for hidden weapons. And remember, you have to search everybody. It doesn’t matter if they’re on your team or not. Search everywhere, search everyone. We can’t have any hidden weapons.”

“Mmm, I like this game,” came a chuckle from somewhere near me. It was Kelsey. Others laughed with her.

At this point, I was pressed up against Dana. Although I couldn’t see a thing, I recognized her scent and the diminutive size of her body, her small breasts. In fact, I had a hand on one breast, playfully squeezing it in the dark, fondling the erect nipple. Behind me was a little girl, probably Samantha. The girl was turned away from me, her bottom pressing against my thigh. To one side of me was a woman. I was pretty sure it was Lauren. On the other side were a bunch of my mother’s dresses and suits, on hangers.

“All right, start searching now,” said Kate. “Search everywhere.”

So we did. We moved around, hand and fingers sliding over soft skin, on the neck, the face, under the arms, over the breasts, between the legs — and sometimes even between pussy lips. More than once I felt fingers probing there, slipping inside my labia. That was pretty easy to do, because I was very wet.

And I wasn’t the only one whose pussy was getting juicy. As I eagerly and thoroughly conducted my search for concealed weapons, I often felt the same slippery moisture between the legs of those I was touching, even some of the younger girls. It occurred to me, of course, that as wet as most of us were, some of the lubrication I was feeling may have been transferred, from one pussy to another. What a delicious thought that was!

As I grabbed the next person I encountered — it was a very small girl, Chelsea — and began rubbing my hands all over her, I felt other hands on my body, reaching around from behind, sliding between my legs. This was a woman, a grownup. Her hands were strong. I wasn’t certain who it was, but I was positive it wasn’t my mother. The hands played with me, fingers purposely stroking my clit, other fingers pushing between my labia. I felt the woman’s breasts sliding against my back, hot breath on my neck. She was grinding against me, humping me from behind as she massaged my pussy. Then, almost as quickly as she’d started, she was gone, moving on to someone else.

I did too. I moved on to the next, then the next, then the one after her — groping, stroking, touching, fondling, whether woman or girl, adult or child, it didn’t matter. She was female, naked, and that’s all I cared about.

It went on that way for I don’t know how long. I was making no attempt to keep track of time, nor to count how many people I was searching. The only important thing was the nude body I was caressing now, and the one after her.

Soon we started kissing. I felt hands holding my face, lips finding mine, tongue slithering inside my mouth. I returned the kiss. It was Hannah. Was this the first kiss of the night, or had there been others? I didn’t know. But as Hannah broke away, seeking the next person, I could hear the slurpy smack of lips on lips, wet kissing all around me, and I heard moans too, along with heavy breathing.

Now someone else was holding me, pressing her mouth against mine, kissing me hard. It was a woman. This had to be Megan, because she was so tall. Her long arms went around me, pulling me close, hands gliding all over my sweaty, slippery skin. I kissed her and she kissed me. Then we parted.

I felt a familiar body sliding next to mine, a girl I’d made love with countless times, my sister Kate. She kissed me, humped me, then took her hand in mine and pressed it between her legs. “Fuck me, Julie,” she whispered.

So I did. I pushed my fingers between her moist pussy lips, found the opening to her vagina, and began fucking her.

“Yes!” Kate groaned. She kissed me hard, shoving her tongue into my mouth, let me fuck her a few seconds longer, then slipped away.

Suddenly Hannah was back, holding me, kissing me, grinding her lovely body against mine. I grabbed her bottom, those perfect little cheeks, squeezing them as I kissed her. And then I heard another whisper, only this wasn’t Hannah. It was someone else, close by. The sound was soft, almost inaudible, but urgent, “Fuck me! Fuck me!”

It wasn’t Kate, either, but I recognized the voice. I knew who it was, because I’d heard that plea before. It was Lauren, I was certain of it. Although this was only a whisper, it was the same request I’d heard her make as I listened late at night in the hallway outside her bedroom door.

“Fuck me!” Lauren hissed again, almost gasping now.

“It’s them,” Hannah whispered in my ear, as if confirming my thoughts. “My mum and my aunt. That’s what they do.”

The girl was holding me tightly, but no longer humping. She seemed to be listening, as I was.

Then we heard another sound — no words, only a loud squeal. It was my sister Kate. I didn’t think she was having an orgasm, but it sounded to me like she might be just about there.

She squealed a second time, then seemed to make an effort to get control of herself. “Okay, okay,” she panted. “That’s… that’s good.”

For a moment everything was completely still. There were no more sounds of kissing, of moans or whispers. It was as if everyone, including me, was waiting to see what would happen next.

We heard a long sigh from Kate, a final kiss, and then she told us, “All right, so, we’re done with the searching. No hidden weapons, that’s good. Now we can start the game. Um, I’m gonna take one team out with me, the red team. Blue team, you guys stay here, okay? Just for a minute, then I’ll tell you what to do next.”

I had to think to recall which team I was on. I fingered the scarf tied around my head. I couldn’t see it, of course, but remembered the color. It was red.

The closet door opened. A bit of light filtered in, along with fresh air. I took a deep breath, and sensed others around me doing the same. Kate said, “Red team, come on out now.”

My mom stepped into the bedroom, sucking the middle finger of her right hand. I followed her. Lauren, Hannah, and Samantha, the other members of our team, made their way out as well.

Kate looked back into the closet. She took Dana by the hand and drew her out. I saw that they both had retrieved their plastic bottles containing the secret formula. To those still inside, Kate said, “Okay, you guys stay here. I’m gonna close the door again, and in a minute I’ll tell you to start counting. You have to count to a hundred, and then you can come looking for us. Me and Dana, the evil scientists, are gonna hide downstairs somewhere. The red team will be in a different closet, in another bedroom. Okay?”

After shutting the door, she led the members of the red team to Molly’s room, which was next to our mother’s. She put us inside Molly’s closet, another very tight squeeze, gave us instructions, and closed the door. We waited, giggling, all pressed together, completely nude of course. My mom was behind me, her hands on my shoulders. In front of me, facing away, was Samantha. I had my arms around her waist.

We heard Kate’s voice, out in the hall. “Okay,” she called, “start counting! Count to a hundred, then try to find us!”

The game was extra wild. Having two evil scientists to chase made it confusing sometimes, but it was a lot of fun. Everyone laughed, running this way and that, bumping into each other, grabbing, holding, trying to keep track of who was on which team. The bottles changed hands many times.

All the sexual excitement we’d built up inside the closet during the strip search carried over too. Sometimes, as one woman or girl was grabbing another, trying to wrest the bottle away, it seemed the intent might not be simply to win the game, but also to fondle her. I noticed a lot of that — girls and women copping a feel — and I indulged in it just as much as the others did.

This reached a climax, so to speak, when we were all jumbled together on the floor of the family room. It was a crazy pile of feminine bodies, arms and legs all tangled up, hands and fingers going everywhere. The bottles, both of them, were somewhere in the middle, near the bottom of the pile.

I was on my back on the carpet with my head resting in someone’s crotch. I wasn’t sure who she was, and I had a grip on one of the bottles, although I didn’t know which one. Kelsey, Hannah’s mom, was on top of me, straddling my thigh. She had one hand on my breast, the other reaching inside the pile, trying to pull the bottle from my hand. The woman’s main focus, however, was clearly not on securing the secret formula, but on humping me!

Kelsey looked into my eyes. She licked her lips. Her fingers pinched my nipple. I could feel her pussy grinding on me, wet and hot on my thigh. “Uh-huh, uh-huh,” she nodded, speaking mostly to herself, it seemed. “Uh-huh, uh-huh,” she repeated, humping faster now, faster and faster. Her eyes widened. It looked like she was getting close.

Then I felt someone else’s hand on my hand, the one holding the bottle. Their fingers were tugging at mine. I let the bottle go. I didn’t care about that any more. My other hand was on Kelsey’s bottom, on her ass. I pulled her against me as she humped my leg. Her face was flushed, turning very red, and dripping with sweat.

All of a sudden she gasped, closing her eyes, squeezing them shut. Her body went rigid, shaking slightly — and a few seconds after that she was totally limp, collapsed, face buried in my neck. I could feel the woman panting, trying to catch her breath.

Oh my god! Had that really happened? Did Hannah’s mom actually have an orgasm on top of me? And if she did, was she the only one, or could there have been others as we played the game that night? It was impossible to tell, with all of us clumped together the way we were. Almost anything could have taken place.

Megan bolted upright, standing naked beside the pile, arms held high. “Got ‘em, finally! Got ‘em both!” she cried. “Blue, team, come on, let’s go!”

“No,” Dana yelled. But her voice was muffled, buried as she was by several other bodies. I realized then that it was her crotch beneath my head.

“Come on, blue team!” Megan reached down and grabbed Kelsey’s arm, pulling her off me, handing one of the bottles to her.

Chelsea jumped up too, shrieking with excitement. She was tugging at someone else, though I couldn’t see who it was. “Come on, come on!!”

Without waiting for the the rest of the team, Megan and Kelsey took off running. They were soon followed by all the rest of us, laughing, shouting, racing. We pounded up the stairs, my mom and I bringing up the rear, holding hands. Samantha, Lauren, and Hannah were just in front of us.

“Go, red team, go!” I yelled — but by then it was already too late. We got to the door and found Megan and her teammates sitting on Mommy’s bed, grinning at us, holding up both bottles. The blue team was victorious.

Kate or someone had switched on the bedroom light, and what a sight that was: a whole roomful of nude, sweating, smiling women and girls, from adults in their thirties down to little ones like Chelsea and Samantha, who were only 7. We looked around at each other, no one speaking, just panting and giggling.

Continue on to Chapter 118

By Naughty Mommy

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I didn’t wake until almost 10:00, much later than I usually slept, even on the weekend. Kate was still snoozing.

But mmmm, I could smell something, something good. I smelled coffee, and bacon — Sunday morning breakfast! I got out of bed and peed, washed my face and hands, then quickly put on shorts and a t-shirt and went downstairs. I was really curious to see who might still be there and what they were doing. Plus I was hungry!

Everyone was already up but us. The little kids, all five of them, were seated around the table in the dining room, eating waffles with maple syrup. My mom had expanded the table, inserting two extra leaves, and covered it with a big white tablecloth. Theresa and Paula were sitting beside the girls, drinking coffee. Megan was with them too, so I assumed she and Dana must have come over earlier, while I was still asleep.

“Good morning,” said Megan, showing a big smile.

“Morning, Julie,” said Paula. Both she and Theresa were wearing silk robes, which I recognized as my mother’s. I wondered what they might have on beneath those robes, if anything.

“G’morning,” I nodded.

“Good morning, dear,” said Theresa, sending me a wink. I heard the kids mumble their greetings too, around mouthfuls of food. Which reminded me, I was really hungry. I went into the kitchen.

Mommy was making waffles. Dana was frying bacon, turning it over. I hugged my mom, giving her a kiss. I kissed Dana too.

“Why don’t you let me do that,” I said to my mom, “and you can go sit with your friends.”

“No, it’s all right,” Mommy said. “We’re almost done. This should be the last of it, at least until Katie gets up.”

She took a warmed plate from the oven, then opened the waffle iron and removed a big fluffy waffle, putting it on the plate and handing it to me. It smelled heavenly!

After taking off her apron, she gave me another kiss, and said, “Come on, let’s go sit with them, and you can eat. I can tell how hungry you are.”

“You’re right, I am,” I giggled.

“Dana, you come along too,” Mommy said. “That bacon is crisp enough.”

“Okay, be right there.”

My mom and I went into the dining room. The extended table was pretty big, but it was still a tight fit getting us all around it. We managed, though. On the table was a pitcher of orange juice. Mommy poured me a glass, then took her seat. I dove into my breakfast.

It was a festive atmosphere, like a holiday or a celebration. And I suppose my mother did have something to celebrate, having acquired two new bed partners the night before. Although no one came right out and admitted they’d had sex, they weren’t trying terribly hard to hide it either. At one point, Paula said, “We decided to have our own grownup slumber party, since you kids were having one. It was a lot of fun!”

“I’ll say it was,” nodded Theresa.

Riley kept catching my eye, smiling at me as if we shared a special secret, which we did. And when Kate came downstairs a few minutes later, squeezing into the last available space at the table, I noticed Riley smiling at her the same way.

After everyone was finally finished eating, Paula offered to help my mother with the dishes.

“No, please, don’t worry about it. That’s what dishwashers are for,” Mommy said, “not to mention all these girls. They have to earn their keep, you know.”

So, while Theresa and Paula went upstairs with our mom to put their clothes on, and while the younger kids watched TV and played with Legos, Kate and I took care of the cleanup. We were assisted by Megan and Dana, who were almost part of the family now. Well, Dana was part of the family, and in a way it seemed like Megan was too, since she and her daughter Samantha were at our house so much. Anyway, it didn’t take long with four of us working on it.

Mommy came downstairs a few minutes later together with Paula and Theresa, who were now dressed in their things from the night before. When my mother saw Kate and me removing the syrupy tablecloth and getting ready to pull out the extra leaves from the dining table, she said, “Kids, why don’t you leave those in for now.”

“Leave them in?”

“Uh-huh, I have a plan,” she winked.

Kate and I looked at each other, not quite sure what she meant by that. Shrugging, we left the table extended. I put the tablecloth in the washing machine and started it up.

At the front door, lots of hugs and kisses were exchanged as our guests prepared to leave. There certainly was a new dynamic now. Theresa was much less formal, though no less flirtatious, and Paula seemed to bubble over with happiness, giggling and gabbing like a teenager.

It took a while, but finally they were gone. Megan and Samantha went home too. Dana and Chelsea stayed, of course, though they would go back to their own apartment after dinner that evening since it was a school night.

“Well, that was fun,” my mother said as we walked slowly toward the family room. Her arm was around my waist, and mine was around hers. Dana was with us, holding my other hand. Molly and Chelsea had run upstairs to play in Molly’s room and Kate was getting ready to go for a jog around the neighborhood.

“So, did you have a good time with those two last night,” Dana asked Mommy, “after Megan and I left?”

“I’ll say I did. That Paula really is a wildcat in bed, she’ll do anything. And Theresa loosened up after a while too, although she seems to enjoy simply watching as much as anything else.”

“Next time we’ll stay,” promised Dana. “I’ll need to talk Megan into it, but I think she will. I’ve been giving her lots of hints — about group sex, I mean, all of us together.”

“Even the kids?” I asked.

“Uh-huh, even the kids, eventually anyway. We talk about that sometimes in bed, you know, like doing role plays, one of us pretending to be a little girl. Usually that’s me, of course. Last night, I pretended I was Samantha, and Megan went totally crazy, she was just so turned on by it.”

“Speaking of kids,” Mommy said to me, squeezing my waist, “did you and Riley have fun watching us last night?”

I was shocked by this, dumbfounded. Here I thought I’d been so careful, and yet she’d known all along we were there! Not that I was ashamed or embarrassed about it or anything — my mother loved having me watch her — but I really was surprised.

“You saw us?”

“Of course I saw. How could I not? My 13-year-old daughter running her hands all over a naked 9-year-old girl? Naturally I noticed that, and I enjoyed it too.”

“Wow, guess I need to do a better job of hiding or something.”

The three of us sat together on the sofa. My mother kissed my cheek. “Don’t you worry about it, sweetheart, it’s fine. Soon enough, hopefully, we’ll have no need to hide anything at all, from any of them.”

“Yeah, I hope you’re right,” I nodded. Then I remembered what I wanted to ask. “So, um, what’s your plan with the dining table?”

“Oh, well, you know, Thanksgiving is coming up this week,” Mommy smiled. “And I was thinking of inviting some friends to join us for turkey dinner.”

“Some friends? Who?”

“Well, remember when I told you I’d like to develop a closer relationship with Hannah and Lindsey, and their mothers, Kelsey and Lauren? Much closer, if you get my drift.”

I did remember her saying that. She hadn’t really had an opportunity to do anything about it yet, however. So maybe that was her plan — get to know them better over Thanksgiving dinner … and possibly seduce them? — I liked that idea!

“Wow, that would be great,” I said. “Have you invited them?”

“No, not yet. But I think I’ll call them right now.”

She made the call, and they accepted. On Thursday, we’d have a nice big group joining us for turkey and stuffing and cranberry sauce — not only Kelsey, Hannah, Lauren, and Lindsey, but Megan and Samantha too, along with Dana and Chelsea, obviously. All together, including the four of us, that would make twelve women and girls. No wonder Mommy said to leave the table extended!

* * *

What a great week that was.

I only got to see Karen once, on Monday. School was let out early on Wednesday for the long holiday weekend, so I didn’t see her then. But Monday afternoon she drove me home from school. She and I enjoyed a nice round of girl sex in the family room with Kate and Molly and Chelsea. (Samantha wasn’t there that day because her mother had Mondays off from work.) And when Dana and Mommy both arrived around 5:30, they played with us a little bit too.

“Will you stay for dinner?” my mom asked Karen, after she finished riding her face, coming all over her. “Nothing special tonight, just leftovers, but we’d love to have you, as always.”

“Thank you, but no, I really can’t. I need to get home to my parents,” Karen said, wiping some of the goo from my mother’s pussy off her chin and licking her finger. She was lying on her back on the carpet. “They’re still kind of upset that I’m going with Miranda to New Jersey for Thanksgiving. So I’m trying to be really nice and stuff as much as I can, let ‘em know everything’s okay.”

“All right, I understand,” Mommy smiled as she got to her feet, shaking out her blonde hair, brushing it back from her face. She was nude, her lovely body gleaming, covered in a sheen of sweat.

I rolled off my little sister Molly. We’d been kissing and tribbing, and had both reached orgasm at almost the same time. It was great. Now I leaned back on my hands and admired my mother’s beauty, her incredible sensuality, thinking how lucky I was, how lucky we all were.

We heard a squeal from the sofa. Chelsea was climaxing. Her mother, Dana, was on top of her in a ’69’. I knew Dana had come a few minutes earlier, and now it was Chelsea’s turn. What a beautiful thing it is to see a mom bring her little girl to orgasm!

Kate sat up too, grinning and wiping her own mouth. She’d been between Karen’s legs, eating her and bringing her to climax just before Mommy came. Kate was naked as well, as were all of us except Karen. The teen still had her denim miniskirt on, though her panties were off and the skirt pushed up to her waist. Her blouse was open. She wore no bra.

“Oh, but I wanted to tell you,” Karen said to my mom as she got up and started buttoning her blouse. “I talked to Miranda. She says it’s fine if you want to call her. I can give you her number. She says she’d like to meet you guys too, maybe after we get back.”

“That would be lovely,” Mommy said. “I’d like that.”

Karen finished dressing, gave Miranda’s number to Mommy, and then kissed us and got ready to leave, apologizing that she couldn’t stay for dinner.

“No, don’t you worry,” our mother said, giving her a hug. “It’s important that you maintain a good relationship with your parents, very important. It’s the right thing to do.”

“I guess so. Okay, bye,” Karen smiled and waved as she walked out to her car. “See you next week, Julie!”

* * *

On Wednesday afternoon, with school out early and my mom’s law office closing at noon as well, she and I went grocery shopping. We came home loaded down with bags and bags of food, including a 20-pound turkey, several jars of cranberry sauce, green beans, sweet potatoes, four bottles of champagne, the makings for both cherry pie and pumpkin pie, and a whole lot more. Then we started cooking.

By that evening, the house smelled wonderful. We’d boiled and mashed the sweet potatoes and they were in the refrigerator now, in a casserole, waiting to be baked the next day with a marshmallow topping. Two pies were in the oven, almost done. We called out for pizza for dinner, then cleaned up the kitchen.

In the morning, we got back to work. It was time to get the turkey going. We boiled the giblets for gravy, stuffed the bird, and had it in the oven by 10:00, slowly roasting. Our plan was to eat at 3:00. Our guests would be arriving around 2:00. What fun!

And it was fun, a lot of fun. Not only the dinner, which was totally fabulous, but all the happy conversation, fueled by champagne, and then of course the sexy games we played afterwards.

Actually, the subject of games came up during dessert, as we were filling our already full bellies with pie and fresh whipped cream. Omigod, what a meal that was! Anyhow, around a mouthful of pumpkin pie, Chelsea said, “Can we play Undercover Spies when we’re done?”

“Oh, uh, well, maybe we can,” said Mommy, “although we should probably rest for a while first, let our food digest a bit.”

“Okay,” Chelsea nodded, happy with the answer.

“What game is that?” Lauren asked.

Hannah looked at me, eyebrows raised. It was clear that neither she nor Lindsey had said anything to either of their moms about that game or how it was played. Apparently they were about to find out.

However, before any of us could reply to Lauren’s question, Samantha piped up, “And can we do kissing too, after, like the other night?”

“Kissing??” This time Lauren’s eyebrows were raised.

Samantha nodded. “Yeah, um, when we finished playing, after we won, we did practice kissing. We were all naked. It was fun.”

“Oh my…” That was Kelsey, Hannah’s mum. She had her hand at her throat. She took a deep breath, then licked her lips and said, “You, uh, you were all naked, and kissing?”

I wondered if my mother, or perhaps Megan, would try to cut this discussion short, turn the conversation to something else before too much was revealed. But neither of them did.

“Uh-huh,” Samantha grinned excitedly, her eyes crinkled almost shut.

“We were on Mommy’s bed,” Chelsea put in, “with, um — what are your friend’s names?” She looked at Molly.

“Riley and Emily,” said Molly.

“Yeah. With Riley and Emily,” continued Chelsea, “and Molly and Kate and Julie, and me and Samantha.”

“That’s a lot of girls,” my mother chuckled. “All on my bed?”

“Uh-huh,” Chelsea nodded, beaming.

I was watching Kelsey. She was wearing a stretchy low-cut white top beneath a dark brown cardigan sweater, which was unbuttoned. The top displayed plenty of cleavage. As the woman listened, her hand moved down from her throat to caress the tops of her breasts. I’m not sure if she even realized what she was doing, but the effect was extremely sexy.

“I really like kissing,” Samantha said, smiling at her mother. Megan blushed.

“Me too,” said Lindsey. “You should tell ‘em, Mom.”

“Uh, well, I…” Now Lauren was blushing too.

“It’s okay, they won’t mind,” Lindsey said. “Chelsea’s mom showed her, and Samantha’s mom showed her, and Molly’s mom does it too, with her. You should tell ‘em, they won’t mind.”

I looked across the table at Hannah. She had her head down, studying her hands. Were there secrets about her family that we were about to learn? I’d been wanting to tell my friend all about us when the time was right, but was it possible they were hiding things too?

My mother cleared her throat. “Well, it does sound like we’ll have plenty of interesting things to share with each other. First, though, Julie and Kate, let’s clear the table and get the dishwasher started, all right? Hannah, you can help us too, if you’d like. Dana, why don’t you take the women into the family room, maybe pour some more coffee. The younger girls can do whatever they want. It won’t take long, and then we can sit down for a nice friendly chat about kissing, and… whatever else might come up.”

Twenty minutes later, it was time for our chat. We all got together in the family room. Kelsey, Lauren, and Dana were on the sofa, with Chelsea on Dana’s lap. Megan was seated in one of the armchairs, with Samantha on her lap, and my mom was in the other armchair, with Molly at her feet. Scattered around, sitting on the arms of the sofa or the chairs and on the floor, were the rest of the kids. The adults had fresh cups of coffee, which Mommy had spiked with whiskey.

“So,” my mother began, “what shall we talk about? I know — kissing!”

That brought excited giggles from the girls along with nervous laughter from Lauren, Kelsey, and Megan.

“Seriously, though, we’re all friends here,” Mommy continued, “and I don’t think we need to keep secrets. We can and should trust each other, and I’m sure none of us would do or say something to embarrass anyone else, right?”

She looked around at each of the women and received nods of agreement, if somewhat tentative. Then she said, “All right, well, let me go first. A few minutes ago, you heard Lindsey say something about my little girl Molly, about me showing her how to kiss. And it’s true, I have done that, and I did the same thing with my other daughters too, Kate and Julie. I enjoyed it very much, and I think they did too, didn’t you, girls?”

Molly and Kate and I nodded happily at our mother.

Mommy went on, “From what Lindsey said, it appears I’m not the only mom here who’s taught her daughters about kissing. So, I’ve made my confession. Would anyone like to go next?”

Dana immediately responded. “Sure, I’ll say it. I showed Chelsea how to kiss. It feels really nice doing it with her. I like it and she does too. We do it a lot. I don’t see anything wrong with it at all.” She hugged her little girl and kissed her cheek. Chelsea smiled.

After a brief pause, several seconds of silence in the room, Megan cleared her throat, and said, “Well, okay, I guess I’ll take my turn next.” Blushing, she added, “This is kind of like Truth or Dare, isn’t it?”

The other women laughed with her.

“But anyway,” said Megan, “I, um, I’ve done that with Samantha too, you know, kissed her in sort of a grown-up way.” She blushed even redder, then went on, “I, uh, I only started doing it recently, just last week, in fact. But now we, well, we do it pretty much every day, or every night. I like it a lot, and I think she does too, don’t you, honey?”

“Yeah, I do, Mommy. I love it!” The girl punctuated this by turning to her mom and kissing her lips. They giggled together.

“All right,” said Lauren, nodding and smiling, “since everyone here is telling the truth — like Megan said, Truth or Dare, though I’m not sure what the dares might be — but anyway, I’ll confess as well. I’ve kissed my own daughter, Lindsey, like that. We’ve been doing it for, well, since last summer, around the time Kelsey and Hannah moved over here to live with us. As a matter of fact…”

Lauren glanced at her cousin Kelsey, next to her on the sofa, then said, “You know, I think it might be best if I stopped here, and let Kelsey say whatever she wants to say.”

Now it was Kelsey’s turn to blush. The plump, pretty brunette had her hand on her chest again, fingertips lightly stroking the tops of her breasts. She looked around the room, smiling at everyone, actually batting her eyelashes like an ingenue. After a deep breath, she said, “Very well, loves, here is a truth then. I do kiss my daughter Hannah, same as Lauren kisses Lindsey, and ‘perantly same as how Megan and Dana and Suzanne have all done. Quite the group of randy mums, aren’t we?”

There was laughter all around, along with nods of agreement from the women.

Kelsey continued, “As a matter of fact, when Lindsey and I do it with our girls, it’s often the four of us together, all at once. We like to trade off, going ‘round, you know. Lovely fun, it is.”

Hannah caught my eye. She was blushing too, but smiling and nodding as well. She seemed to be relieved, perhaps glad that the secret she’d been holding back was out in the open.

“And I’m like Dana,” added Kelsey. “I think girls learning to kiss is a good thing, nothing bad at all. Learning from their mums? Sure, why not? Who better to teach ‘em, that’s what I say.”

Everyone appeared to agree with this. But Kelsey still wasn’t finished. After looking at Lauren, who gave her a little nod, she said, “Just so you know, when we was girls ourselves, Lauren and me, cousins living close, on the same street, we did a lot of kissing, didn’t we. Kissing and, well… playing with one another, you know, how girls do. We, ah, let’s see, I was perhaps 11 or 12 when we started, and she would have been 10 or 11. Does that sound right?”

Lauren nodded.

“There was another little cousin too,” Kelsey told us. “Ginny was her name, even younger, and we fooled around with her as well whenever we had the chance. They didn’t live close, though, so it wasn’t often we got to see her, more’s the pity. She’s all grown now, ‘course, and we lost touch. Been years since I saw her, or even thought about her much. But bein’ here now, with all you lovely women and girls makes me think about the old days, it does, those good times.”

She and Lauren smiled at each other. Apparently on impulse, Lauren suddenly leaned in and kissed Kelsey on the lips, holding the kiss a moment longer than you might expect. As she drew away, there were sighs of delighted pleasure from the other moms in the room. Things were beginning to heat up.

Continue on to Chapter 117

By Naughty Mommy

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Mommy and Paula were really going at it on the sofa. The perky blonde had climbed onto my mother’s lap and was straddling her, holding her face in both hands, kissing and sucking her lips. My mom had one hand under Paula’s miniskirt, grabbing her butt, the other hand perhaps fondling her breasts, though from our angle we couldn’t really see that. Theresa was beside them, watching and masturbating.

Riley, Paula’s little girl, shuddered. She was breathing hard as we spied from upstairs on the women, as we watched our mothers groping and kissing. The child’s whole body was aquiver, trembling with arousal — and suddenly I realized that not only was I holding her tightly, my arms around the naked 9-year-old, I was also humping her! I’d started doing that without even knowing it, pushing my mound against her bottom, sliding up and down, grinding.

It felt great. I didn’t stop.

Paula and my mom finally broke their kiss, giggling and wiping their mouths. They turned to Theresa, their eyes going down to the hand working between her legs. She smiled at them as she continued rubbing herself through her panties.

“I know that we, uh, we can’t really do anything,” Theresa said, “but I just couldn’t help myself. Watching you two, well… it’s very exciting!”

“Why can’t we do anything?” Mommy asked.

“Oh, well, you know,” said Theresa, “not with the kids here, just upstairs. Maybe if we were alone, but —”

My mother shrugged. “I don’t know why that should matter. My girls know all about my sexuality. I’ve never tried to hide anything from them. They know very well that I’m a lesbian, and that, you know, that I’ve had many different partners.”

“Okay, but still…”

“I think sex is beautiful. The human body is beautiful. Women’s bodies, especially,” Mommy added with a smile.

“Damn right,” Paula nodded.

“Well, yes, of course,” Theresa conceded. “I agree, women are beautiful. But, uh…”

She didn’t say more. Her mouth hung open.

Mommy had both hands inside Paula’s clothing, and was sliding them up, raising the blouse the woman was wearing and the tank top beneath it as well. Paula did not resist. She lifted her arms. My mom pulled the two shirts up, and after a little tugging, they came off. The blonde was topless. She shook out her hair and placed her hands on her breasts, massaging them.

“Oh my god,” I heard Riley whisper.

While still grinding against the girl, even harder now, I put a hand lightly over her mouth, cautioning her to stay quiet. I caressed her pretty lips. Her tongue reached out to wet my fingertips.

“Now, you see?” my mother said. “Isn’t she beautiful? These lovely breasts?”

Mommy had a hand on Paula’s tit, the one nearer to us. We could see her squeezing and twisting the nipple. Paula moaned. Her daughter did too.

“Shhh,” I whispered softly in Riley’s ear. She nodded. I humped her.

My clit was tingling. Grinding my cunt against Riley’s butt was getting me so excited. I wasn’t going to let myself come — probably not, anyway — but it wouldn’t take much more. I licked her ear. She shivered and sucked my finger into her mouth.

“Well, uh, yes, she is,” Theresa said. “She’s beautiful. It’s just, I… I just don’t know…”

I noticed, however, that although the woman supposedly objected to the idea of openly having sex in the family room while their daughters were asleep upstairs (so they thought), she had not stopped rubbing her own pussy. It was a contradiction.

My mother must have noticed that too. She grinned at Theresa. “You don’t have to do anything if you don’t want to. But you can watch. I think you like watching, don’t you?”

Without waiting for an answer, Mommy kissed Paula again, wrapping her arms around her, stroking her bare back. Paula moaned, opening her mouth, sucking on my mother’s tongue. Her hands groped at my mom’s breasts through her dress.

I heard Riley whimper. And then all at once it dawned on me, to my surprise, that the little girl was masturbating, playing with herself as she viewed the action below. I wasn’t sure when she’d begun doing that, but it totally turned me on. She was still sucking my finger, so I kept that hand there but let the other slide to her chest, finding her puffy nipples, teasing them as I continued humping her bottom.

“Yes, I do like watching,” we heard Theresa say. “I like it very much.”

And as we watched, the woman moved her legs even farther apart, slipping her hand inside her panties. She rubbed herself and repeated, “I do like watching.”

The others made no response to this. They were too busy kissing and fondling. Theresa watched them and masturbated — but only a few seconds later, she stopped. She frowned and licked her lips. It looked as if she might be trying to make her mind up.

With a nod, Theresa got to her feet. After hiking the dress up to her waist, she hooked her thumbs into the waistband of her ivory-colored bikini panties and quickly pushed them down, stepping out of them. Her shoes were already off. She sat again on the sofa, but this time leaning in a corner with one foot up on the cushion, knee bent, long legs spread wide open.

Riley and I could see Theresa’s pussy. It was gleaming wet — even from where we were, we could see that. Her dark pubic hair was closely trimmed, but not shaved. She put both hands on her vulva and resumed masturbating.

It wasn’t clear whether Paula or my mom saw what Theresa had done. Probably they did, but neither made any indication of it. Mommy was sucking Paula’s nipple now. Paula’s eyes were closed. She was groaning, stroking my mother’s hair.

I heard Riley whimper again. She was trembling, shaking all over. It seemed to me that the girl might be almost ready to come. But how loud would she be if she did? Would the women hear her, and discover us spying on them? Then what would happen?

By that time, I was so turned on I almost didn’t care. It didn’t matter — nothing mattered but sex. I humped Riley and played with her nipples while she masturbated.

We watched our moms kiss and touch each other, her mother and my mother. It looked as if Mommy had her hand inside Paula’s panties now, maybe stroking her clit or even fucking her, though we couldn’t tell for sure. But Paula was moaning excitedly and kind of rocking up and down on Mommy’s lap.

Next to them on the sofa, Theresa was rubbing herself. She had both hands between her legs, fingers moving very fast. Her panties were on the floor. The woman was breathing hard, her face turning red. She kept nodding and licking her lips as she stared at the others.

My finger was still in Riley’s mouth. She was sucking and nibbling on it, almost like it was a nipple — or maybe a clitoris. Thinking about that, imagining the 9-year-old doing to my stiff clit what she was doing to my finger almost made me come right then. I humped her even faster.

And then Theresa climaxed. “Ohhh!!” she groaned.

The loud sound caught everyone’s attention. Paula turned and looked, as did my mom. Riley froze. She seemed to be holding her breath.

“Ohhh!!” Theresa groaned again, her long, lean body repeatedly shuddering. “Ohh… ohh…”

Her eyes had been tightly shut, but as her orgasmic spasms gradually began to recede, she opened them, smiling sheepishly. “God,” she sighed, catching her breath. “Sorry about that. I didn’t mean to —”

“Please, don’t apologize,” my mother chuckled. “I love seeing you do that. It’s very hot.”

“Yeah, oh my god, it’s great!” agreed Paula. “So sexy.”

I felt Riley begin to move again, playing with herself. I’d stopped my humping too, momentarily, but now I resumed grinding my crotch against her bottom.

My mother had her hand on Theresa’s bare leg. She was stroking her smooth inner thigh, fingers gradually moving closer to the woman’s pussy.

“You look so beautiful like that,” Mommy purred, “open wide, like an invitation. Would it be all right if I have a taste?”

“Oh, well, uh… I, I mean…” Theresa stammered. She swallowed hard, then said, “I, well, I think I’d like that, I really would. Except, I, I’m sorry, but would you mind too much if we went upstairs now, to your room? I’d feel better that way.”

“Of course, that’s just fine,” my mother said, patting Theresa’s knee. “Let’s all three go up there.”

“Uh-oh,” I whispered in Riley’s ear, drawing her back around the corner of the wall, into the shadows.

I turned the girl toward me. There was enough light coming up from below that we could see one another’s faces. I quickly kissed her lips, then said, “Go back to Molly’s room and pretend you’re asleep, okay? I’ll come and get you in a minute.”

“Okay,” she nodded, then scurried down the hall and disappeared through the door, quietly closing it behind her.

I went into my own room, shut the door, and slipped into bed. My heart was pounding. It was all so exciting! It made me want to wake my sister Kate and tell her everything we’d done, but I didn’t. I waited, listening for the sounds of the moms coming upstairs.

Soon I heard them. There were no voices, but I heard a few giggles and could detect footsteps going past my door. After they faded, and I sensed the women were inside Mommy’s room, I got out of bed again. I went to the door and paused, listening. I wanted to give them plenty of time to get undressed and start making love, being certain no one had any second thoughts and left the room, coming out into the hall.

After two or three minutes had passed and I was sure it was safe, I opened the door and crept down the hall to Molly’s room. Hers was the bedroom closest to my mom’s, so I had to be very quiet. I peeked in. Riley was inside the nest of blankets, on the end, covers pulled up to her chin — but she was looking at me, her eyes wide, a happy smile on her face. The other girls were still asleep.

I crooked a finger, motioning Riley to come with me. The girl was unable to suppress a tiny giggle as she crawled out from under the blankets and pranced toward me. I took her hand, whispered, “Shhh,” and led her into the hall.

We went to my room. Closing the door, I said, “I just want to kiss you a little more, okay? Is that all right?”

“Sure, of course,” she nodded, grinning. The lights were off, but my curtains were open and there was a full moon that night. We could easily see each other.

“Okay, just, I want to make sure,” I told her. “Because if you don’t want to, it’s fine.”

“No, I do want to. I like it.”

“Good, me too.” Holding her hand, I took her to my bed. We got inside. She was in the middle, next to Kate, who was sleeping on her stomach, her face turned away from us. Riley looked at her.

“Don’t worry about Kate,” I said. “She won’t wake up. She never does.”

As soon as I said that, though, I wondered if perhaps Riley wanted Kate to wake up, if she might be hoping to kiss her as well. Maybe so, but for now I wasn’t going to think about that. I was too eager to kiss this girl myself and hold her close and rub my naked body against hers.

I took her in my arms. She responded eagerly, opening her mouth with a lustful sigh. We kissed wetly. I played with her nipples again and encouraged her to play with mine, which she did. Within only a few minutes I was on top of her, grinding my cunt against her leg. I needed to come so badly!

“Riley,” I gasped, breaking our kiss for a moment, “is it okay if I do this? I have to do it, I have to!”

“Uh-huh,” she nodded, “it’s—”

Before she could say more, I covered her mouth with mine. I humped her faster and faster, feeling the momentum growing, the pressure building, that delicious swelling joy of an impending climax. I kissed the pretty girl, sucked her tongue, rubbed myself against her thigh, and then, “God!!”

I came, very loudly. I didn’t mean to be so noisy, but I couldn’t help it. Sometimes it just happens that way. I groaned and gasped, shuddering, feeling the slippery warm wetness of my juices on her leg. “God!” I cried again. But still I didn’t stop. With my eyes closed, I kissed Riley’s mouth again and humped her even faster, extending the orgasm, wanting it never to end.

It worked. I came a second time, only half a minute or so after my first climax. This one was even wetter. I was totally soaking the girl’s leg, and my sheets, but I didn’t care. I loved coming on her. I humped and humped and humped until finally there was nothing left. I sighed and relaxed, nuzzling her neck.

“Wow.”

I heard a voice. It was Katie’s. I raised my head and looked at her.

My sister was pushed up on an elbow, grinning at us. She was naked. We could see her little boobies, her dark brown button nipples.

“Wow,” she repeated.

“Sorry I woke you up,” I chuckled.

“It’s okay, I don’t mind. You were really loud.”

“I know.”

“Are the moms home?” asked Kate.

“Yeah, um, Paula and Theresa are here. They’re in Mommy’s room. Dana and Megan aren’t here, though. They’re at Dana’s apartment, I guess. Or Megan’s.”

“They’re in Mommy’s room?” Kate asked, eyebrows raised.

“Uh-huh,” I nodded.

“They were kissing,” Riley said. “Your mom and my mom. They were like, doing stuff, and, um, and um, Ms. Chandler, Emily’s mom, she was watching them.”

“Yeah, and not only watching, but masturbating. We saw her come,” I told her.

“Really?” asked Kate.

“Uh-huh, we did,” said Riley. “It was nice.”

“So you guys were spying?” Kate asked, with a leer.

“Yeah, we were,” I said. “We were both naked, and like, touching ourselves and stuff.”

Riley nodded happily.

“Did they see you?” asked Kate.

“Uh-uh.” Riley shook her head. “Before they came upstairs, we went in our rooms. They didn’t see us.”

“Okay.” Kate yawned and stretched, then lay down on her back. “Sorry, you guys, I’m really sleepy. You can keep doing whatever you want to, though, I don’t mind.”

My sister closed her eyes, breathing softly. It always amazed me how easily and quickly she was able to fall asleep. The sheets were just above her waist, her tempting nipples exposed. I gazed at them, feeling my lust begin to build again. I wanted her. I needed her.

I glanced at Riley. She was looking at Kate.

Now I had a decision to make: should I take Riley back to Molly’s room first? Or should I let her stay and watch us, if she wanted to? I chose the latter.

With my finger under her chin, I turned the girl’s face toward mine. I kissed her, then whispered, “Do you want to go back to bed? Are you sleepy?”

She shook her head, “No.”

Riley didn’t seem drowsy at all, even though it was almost 1:30. And I certainly wasn’t either. I was still way too turned on.

“Do you want to watch me with her?” I asked.

“What do you mean?” she frowned. “She’s sleeping, isn’t she?”

“Maybe, but I’m gonna wake her up.”

I slid off Riley, pushed down the sheets, and knelt between Kate’s legs, gently pushing them apart. My sister stirred, but didn’t open her eyes. I leaned in close, sniffing her pussy, inhaling the girlish scent. Then I kissed her, just a soft, warm kiss, my lips on her lips, her smooth puffy labia.

Riley sat up and scooted over toward me, wanting to see. I nuzzled Kate’s vulva, my nose slipping between her lips, seeking her clit. As I continued to nuzzle, I extended my tongue, enjoying the salty, tangy taste of her slit. My fingers found the opening to her vagina. I slid the tip of a finger around the rim. It was moist and slippery. I eased the finger inside. I heard her groan.

Kate was awake now. She was propped on her elbows, gazing down at me. “Eat me, Julie,” she urged. “Eat my pussy.”

“Oh my god,” Riley breathed. I glanced up at her. The girl had begun to masturbate as she watched me lick my sister. I could see her tickling her hairless pussy. It made me smile.

Then I turned my attention back to the pussy in front of my face. After pressing my finger more deeply inside her vagina, sliding it in and out a little bit, I nuzzled Kate again, the end of my nose finding her stiff nub. I kissed and licked her clit, feeling it grow, becoming even harder under my tongue.

Kate was trembling, breathing faster, starting to whimper. I could tell she was already getting close. What I knew she liked more than anything else was being fucked, having a woman’s — or a girl’s — fingers pushing deep inside her cunt. So I added a second finger. She was tight, although not as tight as she had been a few months earlier before receiving the vibrator from my mom as a birthday present. I fucked her hard with two fingers and sucked her clit.

“Yes, yes!” she cried. “Fuck me, Julie!”

We heard a sudden gasp, saw Riley fall to her side on the bed, both hands clamped tightly between her legs. She was climaxing. I was kind of surprised it had happened so fast. She must have been really turned on.

But now it was Katie’s turn. With my fingers pumping inside her, my mouth fastened over her clit, sucking and nibbling, it didn’t take much longer. After only a few more seconds, she squealed loudly. Her legs came together, squeezing my head. I felt the muscles of her vagina contract around my fingers, clenching and releasing in repeated spasms. I scented the lovely aroma of her climax, felt warm juices dribbling onto my hand. It was so totally thrilling — I love making my sister come!

When it was clear she was finished and could take no more, I eased my fingers out of her and sucked them into my mouth, savoring her flavor. I lay down next to Kate, taking her hand in mine, squeezing it. Her eyes were still closed and she was panting, but beginning to calm down.

Riley pushed herself up to a sitting position. “That was amazing,” she smiled. “I’ve never seen — I mean, I’ve like, watched videos and stuff, but — but wow!”

Kate giggled. She had her eyes open now. I grinned at her, and then at Riley. I briefly considered saying something to the girl, asking her not to tell anyone what she’d seen. Then I thought, nah, what do I care? I’m proud of who I am, and very proud of my family, the passionate love we all share. So I didn’t say anything.

“Okay, um, I guess I’ll go back to bed now,” said Riley. “But thanks for getting me up, Julie, and letting me do, well, all that stuff, everything. It was really fun!”

“You’re welcome,” I said, sitting up.

It also occurred to me, of course, that perhaps I shouldn’t let the little girl go back to Molly’s room, that maybe I should make love with her, lick her sweet pussy. I decided I ought to wait, though, and let her make the first move. That would happen soon enough, I was pretty sure. And what I really hoped was that the next time might be with her mother as well, both of them together, and maybe even with her older sister, Alexa, too. That would be perfect.

I got up and walked Riley to the door. “G’night,” she said, waving to Kate.

“Night,” Katie replied, yawning.

Riley gave me a quick kiss on the lips, then slipped out into the hall. I got back in bed with my sister and cuddled with her, holding her close as she fell back to sleep. Then I wondered what was happening in my mother’s room. Were the women still awake, having hot sex? Probably they were, and for a moment I thought about getting up again and going to her bedroom door, listening.

But it felt so nice in bed with Kate, so warm and soft. I snuggled even closer, and soon drifted off to sleep.

Continue on to Chapter 116