Juicy Secrets Forbidden Tales of Lesbian Love

By Naughty Mommy

When I finally opened my eyes after finishing my climax, I saw that Loretta was standing in front of the sofa, tugging her jeans up over her hips. She had no panties on. The woman quickly zipped her jeans, then grabbed her shirt from a chair and slipped it on, sans bra, buttoning it partway.

I was afraid she might be getting ready to leave, may have decided she’d had quite enough of our family’s perverted ways, but that wasn’t it.

“Sage,” she called, looking up at us. “Sage, honey, come on down here. Let’s talk, okay?”

“Um, well…” her daughter replied, “should I, like, get dressed and stuff first?”

“No,” Loretta shook her head, grinning, “you don’t have to be silly like your mom.” She took a seat on the sofa next to our mother, who was still nude, and patted the empty cushion on the other side. “Just come on down here.”

Dana got up from where she was sitting on the floor and started toward the foot of the stairs, beckoning to Chelsea, who eagerly trotted down to her mommy.

Sage turned toward me, her eyebrows raised. It seemed that she was asking me what to do. I thought it was funny that a 15-year-old would be looking to a 12-year-old for guidance, but apparently she was.

I shrugged, “Sure, come on, let’s go down there.”

My little sister Molly had already followed Chelsea downstairs, so now it was me, then Kate, then Sage padding down, all of us naked. Molly jumped onto our mother’s lap. Chelsea and Dana were cuddling together in one of the armchairs.

I went to my mother and kissed her on the lips. Kate gave Mommy a kiss too, then she and I sat in the other armchair, my sister on my lap, her arm around my shoulder. She was kind of heavy, but I didn’t mind. It felt nice.

Sage sat beside her mother on the sofa. She looked nervous. Loretta took her hand, squeezing it.

“So, um,” the woman began, then cleared her throat before continuing. “This is, uh, kind of a big change. Well, I mean, it’s something different for us. And I guess I just, you know, I want to make sure you’re okay.”

The teenager didn’t say anything. She paused a moment, then nodded to her mother, showing a hint of a smile.

“Good, okay,” said Loretta. “We can talk more later if you want to, you know, we can talk privately about everything. But I just want to say, now, well… I guess first, I love you, okay?”

“Okay, Mom,” Sage grinned.

“And, I suppose I should have told you this sooner, I know I should have. But anyway, I’ll tell you now: I’m bisexual. I like both men and women. Are you okay with that?”

“Sure, of course.”

“Good, I’m glad. But…” Loretta’s gaze went to Chelsea, then to Molly, and then back to Sage.

“Um, I, frankly, I’m not quite sure how I feel about all this myself, what’s happened tonight. I mean about having the… you know, the children involved and everything, watching us the way they were. It seems… well, it seems like something I never would have accepted before.”

She shook her head, and looked at our mother. “I don’t mean to judge, but…”

“It’s quite all right,” Mommy assured her. “Just say whatever you feel. I won’t mind.”

Loretta paused, then shrugged, “As I said, it’s hard for me to understand what I’m feeling now, let alone express it.”

She turned back to Sage. “And if it’s hard for me, I’m sure it must be hard for you too, honey. Or maybe it’s not, I don’t know. Is there anything you’d like to say?”

The girl shrugged, an almost exact replica of her mother’s action. “No, I mean, I’m cool with everything. With you, and with them, and… everything.”

It was quiet then for several seconds.

“Well, good,” Mommy finally said, “it seems as though everyone’s happy.”

She stood, Molly slipping off her lap, and walked naked into the kitchen. Molly followed her. None of us knew what was up, so we just waited.

A minute later our mother returned, bearing a big red heart-shaped box of designer chocolates. “I’ve been saving these for a special occasion,” she smiled, “and this seems like a very special occasion.”

She opened the box, setting the lid on the coffee table, and offered the treats to Loretta and Sage. They each took a chocolate and thanked her. Mommy handed the box to Molly, asking her to take it around the room to the rest of us. Then she went back into the kitchen.

When she came out a second time, Mommy was carrying a tray with several small glasses on it, along with a chilled bottle of Bailey’s Irish Cream. She set the tray on the coffee table and began filling the glasses. The way she was bending over, she had her bare bottom — and her pussy — almost in Sage’s face. I was certain that was deliberate.

“Will you allow your daughter to have a few sips of this?” Mommy asked Loretta as she continued to pour.

“Uh, sure, I suppose. If she wants it.”

“Yeah, I do, I want it,” Sage nodded as she stared at my mom’s ass.

I counted six juice-size glasses and two shot glasses. Mommy filled the shot glasses only halfway, but the juice glasses were nearly full of the creamy liquid. She took the tray around the room, serving drinks to each of us, including the little girls who took the smaller glasses.

Mommy set the empty tray down and raised her own drink. “Before I propose a toast… Loretta, is there something you might like to do to make yourself more comfortable? To get in the mood with the rest of us?”

That brought some chuckles. Everyone else was nude, of course.

Loretta blushed. It was a bit hard to see it through her dark tan, but the woman blushed very red. She nodded, licked her lips, then handed her glass to Sage and got to her feet, unbuttoning her shirt. The pretty brunette tossed the garment away, then quickly pushed her jeans down and off.

“Ta-da!” she exclaimed, arms held wide, still blushing but with a big grin on her face. “How’s that?”

Everyone laughed and cheered. My mom gave her a kiss on the lips, then Loretta sat back down, retrieving her drink from Sage.

Mommy looked slowly around the room, taking in the sight — three women, a teenager, and four girls from age 7 to 12, mothers and daughters — the perfect recipe for a night of forbidden lesbian sex.

Her gaze settled on me. “I was going to propose a toast. But Julie, I think you should do it.”

“Me?” I was startled, to say the least. I didn’t know anything about doing stuff like that.

“Yes, honey, go ahead.” My mother sat on the sofa next to Loretta. The others looked at me, waiting.

“Oh gosh. Well, okay…” I patted my sister on the leg. She got off my lap, and I stood up. Kate took my place in the chair.

“Um,” I raised my glass, feeling nervous and embarrassed, not at all sure what to say.

But then that thing happened again, where suddenly another part of me asserts control: a strong, confident Julie takes over. I can’t be that person all the time, unfortunately, but at special times she seems to come out.

I smiled. My eyes met Sage’s. I held the glass of Irish Cream toward her. “I propose a toast to my new friend Sage, to her big beautiful boobs and her sexy tattoos and her enjoyment of hot lesbian porn.” That last bit got a startled look from Loretta. I heard Kate giggling behind me.

“Let’s drink to Sage,” I said, taking a sip from my glass. The drink was smooth and sweet and creamy, but it went down strong, burning in my throat. It made me feel all warm and tingly inside. I liked it.

The others drank too, the littlest kids wrinkling their noses. I wasn’t done with my toast, though, not even close. In fact, I was only beginning.

I held my glass up again. “And let’s also drink to Loretta,” I continued, “to Sage’s mom — so smart and caring, and so totally hot. I hope when I grow up, Loretta, I can be as beautiful as you are, both inside and out. A toast to Loretta!”

“Hear, hear!” my mother exclaimed, before downing the rest of her drink.

After taking another sip from my glass, I turned and caught Kate’s eye, then nodded at the bottle on the table. She got my meaning immediately. My sister picked up the chilled Bailey’s and went around the room, offering refills to whoever wanted them.

“To my little sister Molly,” I continued, “a very pretty girl who loves Barbies, who loves animals, who loves all her many friends, who adores riding horses, and who, maybe more than anything else, loves to suck nipples!”

Molly burst out laughing. I’d hit the nail right on the head. That was what she seemed to enjoy as much as anything. Again, however, I saw that this remark gave Loretta quite a start. There was still a lot she had to learn about our unusual family.

“Let’s drink to Molly,” I said, and we did.

“To my sister Kate, my best friend in the whole world, a girl I look up to in so many ways, even though she’s younger than me. She’s so smart, so strong, so alive — and so fucking sexy! A toast to Kate!”

“Oh, Julie!”

Before I could drink my toast, my sister was hugging me, squeezing me, kissing my mouth. I tasted sweet cream and whiskey on her lips and on her tongue. It made me want more, a lot more. I wanted to taste the even sweeter cream from her pussy — but I knew there would be plenty of time for that later. Right now I had other work to do.

Kate let me go, finally, and resumed her duty of keeping the glasses filled.

Turning toward Chelsea, I said, “A toast to my darling little Chelsea, such a beautiful girl, so loving and sweet, precious and adorable. I’m very happy you’re part of our family now, and that we’ll always be sisters. I love you, Chelsea.”

“Aww…” Dana sighed. She kissed her daughter’s cheek, and we drank our toasts. I was working on my second glass of the liqueur now, and starting to feel light-headed. I liked the feeling.

“To Dana,” I went on, “my big sister, my lover, my friend, and a true inspiration to me. If I can ever be even half as wonderful a person someday as you are, Dana, I’ll be very happy. I love you so much.”

“Oh, Julie!!”

Dana jumped up, she and Chelsea both throwing their arms around me, hugging and kissing me again and again. I was getting a lot of love that night, and I loved it!

At length, they released me from their grip. After we’d all simmered down once more, I faced my mother. For several moments, we simply gazed into each other’s eyes. I felt so much love for her — and not only love, but admiration, devotion, and of course, a fiery, lusty passion. I could see that she felt the same for me.

I extended my drink toward her. In a soft voice, I began, “A toast to Mommy, the hottest, sexiest, most beautiful woman I have ever seen. I love you, Mother, with all my heart, my soul, and my body. I will love you forever and ever.”

“Julie…” she whispered, her lovely blue eyes glistening with tears.

“If it wasn’t for you,” I added with a smile, “none of us would be here.”

Turning to face the room, holding my glass high, I exclaimed, “Let’s all drink to Mommy!”

“To Mommy!” cried Dana. Others echoed her, and we drank again. Kate started refilling the glasses one more time, but soon ran out. That was it. We’d polished off the bottle.

A few minutes later, our mother said, “You know, there’s something important I want to say.”

She waited until everyone had quieted, then continued, “It’s getting pretty late, almost time for bed. I’m sure you will agree that after having had so much to drink, it definitely would not be safe for Loretta or Sage to try to walk back to their cabin tonight. It could be very dangerous, and I simply cannot allow it.”

“I agree,” I nodded.

“You’re right,” Dana giggled, “it wouldn’t be safe at all. They have to stay here.”

“Oh, but, no, we —” Loretta began to protest.

“Mom, come on, we are staying. We are,” Sage insisted.

“Yes, you have to!” came the common cry from our group.

It was perfectly clear that Loretta would not be permitted to refuse. Even so, she tried once more. “But, I don’t… do you… have enough room?”

“Well,” Mommy chuckled, “we may have to squeeze into the beds a little tightly. But I don’t think you’ll mind too much begin pressed up against me or against Dana, will you? And I doubt that your pretty daughter would complain about sleeping skin to skin with my daughters, would you, honey?”

“No, I don’t mind,” Sage grinned.

“Okay, so that’s settled.”

I was surprised in a way, and maybe a little disappointed, that our mother started talking about going to bed at that point, as early as it still was. I’d been kind of hoping we might have a nice big orgy with our new friends. But I guess she figured they already had plenty to think about and anything else might just have been too much. I’m sure she was probably right. My mom is pretty smart about stuff like that — in fact, she’s pretty smart about everything!

Anyway, we did go upstairs then, with the three adults taking the master bedroom. I got my stuff and moved it into the second bedroom where Sage would sleep with Kate and me. Molly and Chelsea were in their own room, the only ones not three in a bunk.

Kate and Sage and I got ready for bed, although we didn’t go to sleep right away, of course, not for quite a while. I’m sure the others stayed up late too, talking and, well, probably doing a lot more than talking!

But that’s how the three of us started, getting in bed together naked, lying side by side on our backs with Kate in the middle, just sharing our thoughts about stuff.

“So, like, how long have you guys been watching porn?” Sage asked.

I thought about it, trying to remember the timing, before answering, “Uh, let’s see, only since around the beginning of this year, maybe about six months or so.”

“And, um, is it only lesbian? Or do you, like, watch other stuff too? You know, with guys and stuff?”

“Ewww…” Kate groaned.

“No,” I chuckled, “only lesbian porn. That’s all that anybody in our family likes to see, just girls with girls. Well, sometimes, you know, solo, girls masturbating alone, but mostly lesbians. We don’t like guys — not like that, I mean.”

“Yuck!” my sister emphasized.

“Okay, I get it,” Sage laughed.

She was silent for a few seconds, apparently thinking. Then she said, “I don’t know about myself yet… I like girls, but… I think I might like boys too. I’m not really sure. But, like, I… I’m a lot older than you are. I’m 15, almost 16, so do you think it’s stupid that I’m… I mean, that I’m still a virgin and stuff?”

I pushed myself up on an elbow to look across the bed at her. Although the lights were off, a full moon cast enough illumination through the window that we could easily see each other’s faces.

“Why would it be stupid?” I asked Sage, shaking my head. “What’s wrong with being a virgin?”

“Well, like…” Her voice caught in something like a sob.

Kate turned her head to look at Sage too. The teenager took a deep breath. She was staring up at the ceiling and seemed to be choking back tears. We waited for her to gather her composure before going on.

Sage cleared her throat and said, “You guys aren’t, you know, in high school yet. You don’t what it’s really like, how mean some people can be.” A big tear rolled down one cheek.

“So, what’s it like?” I said softly. “Tell us.”

The girl wiped her eyes with her hands. She sniffed, then said, “They just — people are stupid. They call me names, like cow, because I’m fat.”

“You’re not fat!” I objected.

“I like your body,” Kate told her. “I think you’re hot. God, your boobs, they’re amazing.”

Sage turned her head toward us. There were still tears in her eyes, but she was smiling. “Thanks.”

“I don’t think it matters anyway if you’re a virgin or not,” I said. “I mean, who cares? Don’t listen to those other people. Just do what’s right for you. Take care of yourself, that’s all that matters.”

“Right. What she said,” Kate added.

The older girl shifted to her side, facing us, head lying on her hands. She sniffed once more, but seemed to be done crying. “Thanks, you guys. I’m… thanks… it’s good to just talk about stuff like this, I guess.”

“Yeah, it is,” I nodded, then asked, “but, uh, do you ever, like, talk with your mom about it, or anything?”

“Not really.” She crinkled her nose. “I mean, we talk about stuff, but not that kind of stuff.”

“Yeah,” I nodded again. “I guess I’m lucky because I have a sister. Kate and I talk about everything.”

My little sister smiled at me.

“I talk with my mom a lot too,” I said. “She’s really great about stuff. But, it’s kind of different with a sister, I guess ‘cause she’s my age, or almost my age and stuff, you know?”

“Yeah,” Sage agreed. “It would be nice to have a sister. I think about that sometimes. I do have a couple of friends, best friends. That’s who, like I said, I jilled off with before. We’ve kissed and stuff too, but not much more than that. And we talk a lot, which is good.”

It was quiet for a couple of minutes. I lay on my back again, looking at the ceiling. The covers were down around our waists. It was pleasantly warm in the room, even with an open window.

Sage was still facing Kate. After a while, she took a deep breath, then asked, “Do you… really like my boobs?”

They gazed into each other’s eyes. Kate nodded, “Oh my god, yeah, I do, they’re awesome. I like your boobs, and your tattoos, and your butt… and your mouth.”

Sage had a wide mouth with luscious full lips. I remember thinking that if she used a different kind of makeup, she might look really pretty, like her mother. But I decided not to say anything about it then.

Another minute or two went by. We all knew, it seemed, that we were going to have sex at some point, but there really was no hurry. Talking felt more important.

Pushing herself up on an elbow, Sage said, “Can I ask you guys something?”

“Sure,” I smiled. “Anything.”

“Well, it’s like… you kind of said some stuff that I, that made me wonder, I mean… but I don’t know, like, do you guys……?”

“Have sex, with each other?” I prompted.

“Yeah,” she nodded. “Do you?”

“Uh-huh,” I told her. “With each other, and with Molly and Chelsea and Dana, and with our mom too. All of us.”

“No way. Really?”

“Yeah, we really do,” Kate said. “She’s not shitting you.”

“Wow, that’s…” Sage lay down again, on her back. “That’s amazing. It’s really great. You guys are awful lucky.”

“What do you mean?” I asked.

“I don’t know, just… I think a lot of girls would really like that, you know, would like to have a mom or sisters they could do stuff with, just to learn and everything.”

“Yeah, it is great,” I agreed.

I turned toward Kate, putting a hand on her chest, touching her small nipples, playing with them. They grew hard under my fingers. My sister licked her lips. I leaned in close and kissed her.

“That’s hot,” Sage whispered, “watching you guys kiss.”

So, we kissed, and we did a lot more too. I fingered Kate’s pussy, bringing her to orgasm while Sage watched us and masturbated. She climaxed at the same time as Kate.

Sage and my sister did some kissing after that, while I licked Katie. When she came a second time, we rested for a few minutes, occasionally kissing and lightly caressing.

Then Kate said to Sage, “I want to suck your boobs, okay?”

“You do?”

“Uh-huh. Has anybody ever done that with you?”

“No. Well, I mean, I lick them sometimes myself, you know, when I’m, like, masturbating and stuff, or watching porn. It feels good. But nobody else ever has.”

“You lick your boobs?” Kate asked. She was lying on her back, fingering her own nipples.

“Uh-huh,” the older girl nodded.

“Can I see?”

“See what?”

“I wanna see you do it. My tits are so small I can’t do that. But my mom can. I really like it. It’s hot. Can I see you do it?”

“Okay,” Sage giggled.

She sat up on the bed, folding her legs. Taking both large breasts in her hands, she giggled again, then lifted one to her mouth, bending down and sticking out her tongue, licking the nipple.

“Wow…” breathed Kate.

Sage repeated the action with the other breast, bathing the nipple with her tongue, sighing in obvious pleasure.

“God, I love that,” my sister said. “I really want to suck them now, okay?”

“Yeah, okay.” Getting to her hands and knees, the teen leaned over, pendulous breasts dangling in front of Kate’s face.

“Fuck, look at those boobs,” said Kate as she palmed them, gently squeezing. She looked into our friend’s eyes. “I really mean it, you’re totally hot. I love your body.”

“Thanks,” Sage chuckled happily.

As my sister began to lick and suck the girl’s breasts, I crawled closer, touching Sage’s warm back, stroking her, running my fingertips slowly down her backbone. After pausing a second to examine the curlicue tattoo more closely, I slid my hand over her rounded buttocks, down the inside of a thigh and then up again, reaching between her legs. I found her pussy. It was very warm, and slippery with her juices. Sage moaned as I stroked her labia.

I masturbated her, rubbing her clit and fucking her cunt while Katie sucked her tits. Sage didn’t quite come, although it seemed like she might be getting close. But then Kate said to her, “Sit on my face.”

“What?”

“Sit on my face. I want to lick your pussy.”

The teen hesitated. “I… I’ve never…”

“Don’t you want me to?”

“Yeah, I do. It’s just, I don’t…”

“Come on, I want to eat you. I promise, you’ll like it.”

“You will,” I assured her. “My sister is very good at it.”

Sage swallowed. “Well, okay…” She took a deep breath, then climbed on top of Kate.

Although she hadn’t climaxed while I was fingering her, she certainly did while Kate was eating her. Sage came hard and wet in my sister’s mouth. It was pretty exciting to see a teenager riding a 10-year-old’s face that way.

The three of us played around a lot more that night. I got a chance to lick Sage, and she ate pussy for the first time, both mine and Kate’s. We did some tribbing too, and even though Sage wasn’t able to come that way, when she saw Kate fucking me and saw us reach orgasm at the same time, she climaxed as she masturbated, watching us.

We talked a lot more as well, not getting to sleep until the early hours of the morning… at last, feeling spent and satisfied and close, snuggling together, smelling of sex, we gradually drifted off.

Continue on to Chapter 90

1

Error happened.

By Naughty Mommy

My sister Kate and I were seated on the bed in the master bedroom of our cabin, leaning against the headboard. Between us was our teenage friend, Sage. The three of us had just finished masturbating as we watched a lesbian porno DVD.

“Wow,” Sage panted, licking her fingers, “that was nice.”

“Have you ever done that before?” I asked. “Jilled off with another girl?”

“Yeah,” she grinned, “a couple times. But, you guys, like, you said you do this with your mom too? I mean, you said you watch porn with her? And, um, you know…”

“Uh-huh,” I told her, “we masturbate with her — a lot, don’t we, Kate?”

“Fuck yeah,” my sister nodded, holding a hand up in front of her face. It was gooey with her juices.

Just then we heard a door closing downstairs. The adults had come in from outside. It was time for part two of my diabolical plan.

I slid off the bed, zipping up my shorts. “So, uh, I have an idea. Come with me, okay, you guys?”

By this time, Sage seemed ready to go along with whatever I suggested. “Okay,” she nodded eagerly, closing the laptop and setting the tray aside. Any hesitation she might have had earlier about following a younger kid had vanished.

I took her and Kate out onto the balcony and then down the outside stairs and quietly into the kitchen, the same as I’d done the night before with my sister. I held a finger to my lips, telling them to be silent. Tiptoeing over to the swinging door that led to the living/dining area, I pushed it open a crack.

The three women were sitting on the sofa, with Loretta in the middle. My mother was kind of petting Loretta’s hair. “So, you were saying in college you experimented with girls, right?”

“Uh-huh,” the woman smiled, “I think just about everybody does, don’t they?”

“I know I did,” my mother agreed.

Dana giggled. “Not me. I didn’t go to college. But I experimented in high school, and before high school.”

“Before?” Loretta asked.

“Yeah, starting when I was like 12. With both boys and girls for a while. But after a while only girls. At least ever since Chelsea was born, anyway.”

“And how about after college?” Mommy asked Loretta. “Have you done any more experimenting since then?”

“Oh, uh, well, yeah, I have. I guess you could say I’m pretty much bisexual. Maybe even, uh, maybe leaning more towards lesbian, in fact.”

“Oh my god…” Sage whispered. She was standing very close to me. I could feel her breath, warm on my cheek. Kate was crouching down too, peeking through the door with us but at waist level. Apparently it was news to Sage that her mother had sex with women. I smiled at her and she smiled back.

“You know, you’re very attractive,” my mom continued. Her hand was on Loretta’s shoulder, gently massaging. She leaned in and kissed the woman’s neck. I could tell that Dana was moving in too, from the other side, although we couldn’t see what she was doing. Loretta moaned.

My mother put a finger under Loretta’s chin, turning her head so they faced each other. She kissed her mouth.

“Oh my god…” Sage whispered again. I glanced down and saw that she had a hand between her legs, fingers pressing in on her crotch through her jeans. This was going even better than I’d hoped.

As my mom and Loretta completed a series of tender kisses, Dana pounced. She straddled the older woman, taking her face in both hands, kissing her wetly. Loretta eagerly returned the kiss, wrapping her arms around Dana’s taut body, pulling them together, tongues teasing.

But when the long kiss ended and Dana began groping at Loretta’s large breasts through her shirt, the brunette said, “No, wait, we can’t!”

“Why not?” asked my mother.

“Well, because, what about the kids?” Loretta nodded toward the loft railing at the top of the stairs, and the bedroom doors.

“What about them?” Mommy chuckled. “They’re probably having their own kind of fun up there.”

“What do you mean?”

“Now, come on, babe, think back to when you were 15 years old, like Sage, or even 12 or 11… I’m sure you were curious about sex at that age. All kids naturally are.”

“I know, but —”

“You went on sleepovers, or backyard campouts, right? Don’t you remember that? A pair of young horny curious girls in a tent, probably in the same sleeping bag, talking and kissing and touching… I know I did that kind of thing, didn’t you, Dana?”

“Sure, of course I did. Lots of times.”

Dana had taken her own shirt off. She wasn’t wearing a bra. Her small, almost child-like breasts were exposed, pert nipples stiff. Loretta stared at them, licking her lips. Her lovely face was flushed and shiny with sweat. She was obviously very aroused.

“I’m sure you must have too, Loretta,” my mother said. “You can’t deny it.”

“Well, I mean, maybe, but —”

Mommy laughed. “If I know my girls, they’re up there right now kissing Sage, and maybe doing a lot more than that with her.”

Beside me, Sage stifled a giggle.

“Wow,” sighed her mother. Then she shook her head. “But still, even if they are, and I, you know, I guess it’s all right, like you said, it’s natural to be curious. But that still doesn’t mean…”

Dana was unbuttoning Loretta’s shirt as the woman spoke. She put her hands inside, squeezing the tempting breasts through her bra, and then kissed her again, smothering any further objections.

As she stood and began removing her light summer dress, my mom said, “I’ve always encouraged my daughters to explore their sexuality.” She unhooked her bra and set it aside. “And I don’t hide my own sexuality from them either.” She stepped out of her panties. “I allow them to watch me having sex. They really enjoy it.” She was nude, her luscious body on display. “They love to watch.”

That was my cue. Although my mother didn’t realize we were eavesdropping from the kitchen until I told her about it later, what she said had planted the seed. It was exactly what I wanted Sage to hear.

I eased away from the door, taking the teen by the hand, and led her outside again, along with my sister. We crept back up the stairs as quietly as we could.

In the bedroom, I sat on the bed and tugged off my shoes, grinning. “You heard what she said, right? My mom likes us to watch. It turns her on.”

“What?” Sage blinked.

She wasn’t exactly swift — but then this was a pretty unorthodox concept, to say the least!

Standing up, I pulled my t-shirt off over my head. I wasn’t wearing a bra either. Unconsciously, Sage copied her mother’s actions, licking her lips as she stared at my small breasts.

Following my lead, Kate was getting naked as well. I said to Sage, “Take off your clothes. We’re gonna go watch them have sex.”

“What? But…”

Then she suddenly seemed to make a decision. It was like a coin being dropped into a machine, activating it. “Fuck yeah,” she said, “that’s hot!”

I pushed down my jeans and my panties, all in a bunch. I was nude. Kate was too. Together, we watched Sage undress.

She had sort of a thick body, not slim like her mom’s, but very curvy. Her breasts were big and round and didn’t sag at all. The areola were huge. Along with the piercing in her eyebrow, Sage had a small tattoo of birds in flight on the inside of one arm. There was another tattoo on the small of her back, a curlicue design just above her butt. Her pussy was shaved, but we could see a lot of stubble. If she allowed it to grow, the girl would have a wide, full bush.

Kate pointed at Sage’s crotch. “Does your mom shave too?”

“Oh, uh, I don’t know,” the teenager blushed. “I mean, you know, I’ve never seen her, like, down there, or anything.”

“You will tonight,” Kate laughed.

“Yeah, I guess I will,” she swallowed. Her eyes were wide, shining with excitement. “But, like, are we really gonna do this? Watch them and stuff?”

“Of course we are,” I told her. “We’re gonna watch them, and we’re gonna masturbate while they watch us. That’s what our mom likes us to do.”

“Masturbate, are you kidding me? What kind of freaky family are you guys?”

I stepped close to Sage. She was a couple of inches taller than I was. I looked up at her, took her face in my hands, and brought my lips almost to hers. But I didn’t kiss her. I said, “We’re a family that loves hot sex, lesbian sex, girls and women fucking each other. We love watching it, and we love doing it, all of us together.”

Sage was silent for a moment. I could see her thinking. I could practically hear her heart pounding. Finally she just said, “All…?”

“That’s right,” I nodded. “Molly too, and Chelsea. I’ll tell you about that later, though. Right now let’s go do this.”

I kissed her once on the lips, then stepped away and moved to the bedroom door. Silently opening it, I went out onto the narrow loft that looked down into the living area. Kate was right behind me. Sage followed more slowly.

Standing at the railing, we had an excellent view of the action, although the women were still just getting started. Loretta’s shirt and bra were off. She had her jeans on, but they were open. We could see the top of her black panties. Our mother was nude, of course. She and Loretta were kissing, using a lot of tongue. Dana was wearing nothing but a pair of hot pink boy shorts. She was curled up against Loretta on the sofa, nuzzling her neck and fondling her breasts. As we watched, Dana’s lips eased down across Loretta’s chest, trailing kisses, until she found an erect nipple and sucked it into her mouth.

“Oh my god…” I heard Sage whisper.

I glanced over at her. She had a hand between her plump labia, rubbing herself. Her other hand was holding a large breast, squeezing it and twisting the nipple. Between us, Kate was masturbating too, both hands working fast between her slim legs. I hadn’t needed to encourage them at all, they just started on their own. That made me smile. I licked my fingers and began teasing my own clit as I returned my attention to the scene below.

My mom was gradually shifting Loretta around, helping her lie on her back on the sofa. Dana was kissing the woman’s mouth now, fingers toying with the wet nipple she’d just been sucking. Mommy tugged on Loretta’s jeans, pulling them down over her hips and then all the way off. The way the sofa was positioned, Loretta was angled away from our view, but Mommy was facing nearly in our direction. As she set the jeans aside, she looked up and saw us.

Sage gasped. She was visibly trembling. I worried that she might panic and run into the bedroom, maybe grab her clothes and leave altogether. But when she saw the way our mother was smiling and nodding at us, that seemed to relax the teenager. She’d stopped masturbating, though, her hands gripping the railing.

Mommy’s gaze went slowly from Sage to Kate to me, and then back to Sage. She nodded again. I saw Sage take a deep breath. She looked very nervous. But then she gave a tentative smile, licked her lips, and put her hand back between her legs. She was rewarded with a wink from our mom.

Loretta hadn’t noticed any of this. Not only was she facing the other way, but she also was preoccupied with Dana kissing her mouth and fondling her breasts. When Mommy began stroking the woman’s pussy through her black panties, we heard Loretta moan rather loudly.

“Yes, yes,” whispered Sage. Looking over at her again, I saw that the girl’s fingers were shiny with her juices. She was very wet.

Dana was saying something to Loretta, but we couldn’t tell what it was. They were speaking too softly. What we observed, however, was Dana straightening up to slip her boy shorts down and step out of them. She was nude.

Loretta caressed the young woman’s slender thigh, her hand moving up to squeeze a small, tight buttock. From our vantage point, Dana really did look like a girl, a pre-teen. It was easy to imagine that the older woman was about to make love with a 12-year-old. I wondered if that was going through Loretta’s mind too.

In any case, we watched Dana climb onto the sofa, straddling Loretta and lowering her shaved pussy to the brunette’s mouth.

“Oh my god,” Sage breathed. Her fingers were moving very fast, making a wet slushy sound between her swollen labia. I could smell her excitement.

Kate looked briefly at Sage, and then at me. She grinned. We both were masturbating too, of course, but neither of us were as close to an orgasm as Sage appeared to be.

Meanwhile, Mommy had removed Loretta’s panties and was crouching between her legs, preparing to lick her. We could see her spreading the labia with her fingers. But just before putting her mouth on the woman’s pussy, she glanced up at us again, smiling broadly. Making eye contact with Sage, she licked her lips very lewdly, and then stuck her tongue deep inside Loretta’s cunt.

That was all it took for Sage. She climaxed, one hand on the railing, the other clamped between her legs, her body shuddering in repeated spasms.

Although Sage didn’t exactly say anything, her grunts and groans were loud enough to catch Dana’s attention. She looked up and saw us there for the first time, three young voyeurs, naked girls masturbating as they spied on their moms.

Dana giggled, then turned her attention back to Loretta. Knowing she was being watched seemed to inspire her. She held Loretta’s head tightly in her hands, riding her face, moving faster now, grinding her pussy into the older woman’s mouth.

It didn’t take long. Within maybe half a minute, Dana was coming on top of Loretta. And that’s when Kate came too, squealing in ecstasy as she fucked herself with her finger. I thought Loretta might hear my sister’s shrill cry — but with Dana’s wet crotch covering her face, I guess she couldn’t hear much at all.

Dana’s climax seemed to last forever. Sage had finished a minute or two before, and Katie’s orgasm was ending, but Dana just kept coming in Loretta’s mouth. Each time I thought she was almost done, she rode the woman’s tongue a little more and then shivered and shook with another wave of passion.

Finally Dana slid down off Loretta and slumped to the floor. She was facing toward us, her slim legs spread wide apart. Both hands were clutched tightly over her vulva, squeezing and sometimes jiggling. I realized then that Dana was still coming, stimulating her clit and her cunt to extend the orgasm, stretch it out, or maybe to experience a long series of orgasms. Anyway, it was very hot.

I still hadn’t come yet, at least not since we were enjoying the porn DVD, but I was kind of waiting. I didn’t want to miss that electric moment when Loretta discovered that we were up there watching her with these women. For the time being, though, Loretta was too busy having her pussy eaten to notice anything else.

Now that Dana was off her face, Loretta pushed herself up on her elbows so she could look down at our mom, watch what she was doing. Mommy’s mouth was fastened over the woman’s cunt, sucking, licking, nibbling. I had no idea whether Loretta could come easily or not, but I knew that if my mom — or anyone — was doing that with me, I sure wouldn’t last very long.

Perhaps she needed an extra push. Mommy seemed to think so, anyway. She raised her head, smiling at Loretta. Even from up where we were, we could see that our mother’s lips and cheeks were covered with creamy juices. Maybe Loretta wasn’t ready to come yet, but she sure was wet!

“Fuck yeah…” Sage whispered. She was masturbating again.

Looking into Loretta’s eyes, Mommy said, “Tell me what you want.”

“What?”

“I want to hear you say it. Tell me what you want me to do with you.”

“Oh, uh, I… I want you to, um, lick me.”

Mommy gave the woman a nice long lick, from her asshole up to her clit, and then said, “Uh-huh, and what else?”

“Suck… uh, suck my clit… make me come.”

With a sly grin, Mommy kissed Loretta’s clit a couple of times, but didn’t suck it, not yet. She said, “What about my fingers? Should I do something with my fingers?”

“Yeah, uh, put… I mean, I want you to fuck my… fuck my pussy with your fingers.”

Apparently Loretta wasn’t used to this kind of dirty talk. She seemed hesitant about it.

“You want me to fuck you with my fingers while I suck your clit and make you come? Is that what you want?” Mommy asked.

“Uh-huh.”

Just then I heard a door open behind us. Turning around, I saw Chelsea and Molly, my little sisters. Chelsea was in a tiny blue crop top and nothing else. Molly wore only a tight white t-shirt. Their smooth hairless pussies were exposed. Must have been some fun games they were playing in there!

I signaled the girls to come closer but held a finger to my lips, asking them to be quiet. As they approached, I whispered, “Take off your shirts.”

“Okay,” they whispered in reply, and a moment later both were naked. They came up to the railing, standing beside me, peering over. Now there were five nude voyeurs.

As I looked down below once more, I saw that Dana’s orgasm was finally complete. She was licking her fingers, gazing up at us, displaying that dazzling smile I loved. Mommy spotted Molly and Chelsea too. She grinned at them, but only for a moment. Loretta must not have caught that fleeting look, or perhaps her eyes were closed, it was hard to tell from where we were. But it was easy to see that our mother was fucking her with her finger, at least one finger and maybe more, while she kissed and licked and sucked her clit.

Loretta was breathing faster, moaning loudly. Sage was masturbating again. Kate was too, and I still was. My fingers moved quickly between my legs. I was getting close.

In between kisses and licks, Mommy said, “Tell me what you want. I love hearing you say it.”

“What — I —” Loretta gasped. She seemed almost on the edge.

“Tell me again,” our mother insisted. “Talk dirty to me.”

“Okay… uh, eat me,” the woman groaned, “lick my pussy.”

“Louder!”

“Goddamn, Suzanne, you’re just so dirty, so fucking hot.”

“Tell me what you want!”

“Fuck me!” Loretta cried. “Fuck my cunt! Eat my pussy! Make me come!”

I don’t know if she’d forgotten about the kids being in the cabin, or if she simply didn’t care any more. Anyway, now she was screaming out her desires. That was almost enough to put me over the top. But I still wanted to wait, just a little longer, until —

“Oooohh!! OHHH!!!” Sage was climaxing again. Her face was contorted, her eyes tightly shut. She leaned against the railing, both hands clenched between her legs.

Loretta heard the loud noise. She turned her head, looking up, seeing us. Her eyes went wide. She stared at her daughter, at Kate, at me, and then at the little girls.

“Tell me what you want!” Mommy demanded, fingers plunging in and out of the woman’s juicy cunt. “Say it!”

Loretta’s mouth hung open. It was a moment that could have gone either way. She might have felt revolted, jumped to her feet and stormed out. But that didn’t happen.

A couple of seconds passed…

… then she growled, “Fuck my cunt! Fuck my cunt!! Make me c—” and exploded into orgasm.

I came at the same time as Loretta, and so did Kate. Sage was already finished, so she was able to watch her mom reach climax. I didn’t actually see that, of course, because I was too busy coming myself, but Sage told me about it later, how unbelievably exciting it was.

Continue on to Chapter 89

1

Error happened.

By Naughty Mommy

Tuesday morning at breakfast, Molly asked our mother if we could go horseback riding again. It looked like another nice day for it, and since we hadn’t made any other plans, Mommy said okay. But not all of us went. Kate and I decided to stay behind, hoping Shepard and Rachel might show up again. And sure enough, they did, though not for a couple of hours.

The others walked over to the stables at a little after 11:00. They’d packed sandwiches and fruit and cookies and stuff, planning to have a picnic somewhere. My sister and I made our own lunch — or really just snacked on whatever we felt like, chips and nuts and beef jerky and candy. You know, a nutritious balanced meal.

At about 1:30, we saw the two girls coming our way, ambling along the lakeside again, seemingly in no hurry. I noticed, though, that this time both were wearing short-shorts, while the day before they’d had jeans on. Did that mean anything? I didn’t know, but I hoped it might.

They came up to us and Kate said, “Hey.”

“Hey,” they replied. I nodded at them, smiling.

“Um, so, do you guys want to go out in the canoe again?” my sister asked.

They said they did.

“So, like, my sister Julie’s gonna come along too, all right?”

I saw Rachel frown slightly. She tried to stop herself, but it was obvious that she didn’t much like the idea of having an older girl along, maybe as a chaperone or something.

“She’s totally cool, you guys,” Kate assured them, taking my arm. “I mean, like, you guys are best friends, right? And that’s what she is for me. Julie’s my BFF.”

Now both kids were frowning, looking puzzled. Apparently it was hard for them to understand how anyone could be best friends with a sibling. That didn’t matter, though. I loved Katie for saying it.

The other girls could hardly object, anyway, since it was our canoe. We walked down to the dock and climbed in. Kate said we should take life jackets along with us, even if we weren’t planning to wear them. That way, when we came back, we could slip them on shortly before we arrived, just in case Mommy was waiting for us. My sister can be pretty smart sometimes.

There wasn’t much conversation at first as we paddled away. My presence seemed to have put a damper on things. But as we left the area where most of the cabins were and got the feel of being out on our own on an adventure, they started chatting a little more, sharing opinions about school and songs and movies and how awful parents could be. Girl talk.

After a while Kate said, “Hey, uh, whaddya think? You guys wanna get out and maybe go pick some blackberries again?”

I sensed this was code for kissing, and I assumed that Rachel and Shepard got the same message. In any case, they said they’d like to. A few minutes later Kate guided the canoe into sort of a sheltered inlet where we tied up and climbed out, then started up a narrow trail into the woods.

We hiked maybe a hundred yards, mostly uphill, until we came to a sunny open spot with some big boulders and a nice view of the lake. Kate, who was leading the way, stopped there. I looked around and didn’t see any blackberry bushes — in fact, I didn’t eat a single blackberry that day. But I did do some kissing!

My sister grinned at the other two girls. She stepped toward Rachel, putting her hands on the little brunette’s shoulders, then leaning in and kissing her mouth. Nothing was said. They just started kissing.

God, I love watching girls kiss, especially younger girls. There’s almost nothing hotter than a pair of pre-teens sucking each other’s lips. It made me want to play with myself as I stood there watching them, but of course I didn’t.

After finishing with Rachel, Kate turned to Shepard. The taller girl was obviously eager for her chance, immediately grabbing my sister and wrapping her arms around her, practically humping her as they kissed. If I thought it was hot watching Kate with Rachel, it was positively incendiary seeing her with Shepard.

When they broke apart after a minute or two, their faces were flushed, both girls giggling excitedly and wiping their mouths. By that time, I was shivering with lust. My pussy was soaked and I wondered if I might be so wet it would be visible right through my tight shorts, though I didn’t check.

Kate looked at me with a wicked grin. She could easily tell how I was feeling.

“You want to try some kissing?” she asked, nodding toward the other girl. “Maybe with Rachel?”

“Uh, um, y-yeah, okay,” I stammered. I tried to smile confidently at Rachel as I went to her, but I’m sure my face showed as much nervousness as arousal.

She and I kissed. It was tentative, though, on both our parts. Don’t get me wrong. I loved kissing Rachel. Her lips were incredibly full and soft and yielding — but she was mostly passive, and so was I. Neither of us even used any tongue.

It was a very different story when I turned to Shepard. The tall freckled girl slid easily into my arms and brought her open mouth readily to mine. We made out for what seemed like an awfully long time. It was probably only a couple of minutes in reality, but it felt a lot longer. I closed my eyes and tasted her tongue and smelled her scent and wanted more, much more.

As she’d done with Kate, Shepard pressed her skinny body against me, rubbing up and down. She was obviously eager to explore the possibilities of girl-girl interaction. So would there be more, here today, out in the woods?

There wasn’t, unfortunately. Kissing was as far as we went. It was amusing, though, what happened next. After Shepard and I finally finished and stepped apart, grinning and wiping our mouths, Kate came over to me, taking my hand.

She looked at the other girls and said, “You want to see us kiss?”

Their eyebrows shot up. “You guys?” Rachel asked.

“Uh-huh,” Kate nodded, and without further ado wrapped her arms tightly around me, bringing her lips to mine.

I was already extremely turned on, of course, and as you know, kissing my sister drives me wild. Soon I was moaning and pawing and grinding on her as I sucked her tongue. She and I must have put on quite a show for the other girls, although I wasn’t really thinking about that at the time. All I knew was I had Kate’s slim, strong body in my arms, her lips on mine, her tongue in my mouth. She wanted me, and I wanted her.

Again, though, nothing more really happened except for kissing. Well, kissing and humping and ass-grabbing and so on. But our hands stayed on the outside of our clothes.

That wasn’t the end of the kissing, I’m happy to say. After getting a taste of it, none of us wanted to stop. We stayed out there in the sun for maybe another 45 minutes, swapping partners and swapping spit. After a while, however, I felt my face burning, and not just from the heat of passion. The other girls agreed it was time to start back.

When we arrived at the dock below our cabin, life jackets donned about a minute earlier, we found that Molly and Chelsea and Dana and Mommy had returned from their ride. They were sitting outside on lawn chairs — but they weren’t alone. A woman and a teenage girl were with them, a pair we’d never seen before.

Shepard and Rachel thanked us and said goodbye, waving politely at our mom before heading off in the direction of their own cabins. My sister and I walked up the slope toward our group, wondering who these new people were.

“Hey girls,” Mommy called. “Did you have fun?”

“Yeah, we did,” I smiled, “a lot of fun.”

I was sure she got the implication. But just to emphasize it, I licked my lips, kind of wagging my tongue. If that gave our mother the impression that perhaps more had happened than just kissing, that was fine. Kate and I would be happy to tell her the real story later on.

The woman we hadn’t met got to her feet. Mommy did too.

“Loretta,” she began, “and Sage,” she added, nodding at the teenager, who was still seated, “I’d like you to meet my daughters, Julie and Kate.”

“Hello,” we said.

Loretta stepped forward to shake my hand. She had a firm, warm grip and a friendly smile. I liked her immediately. She was very tan, probably olive-skinned to begin with, and wore her glossy dark hair pulled back in a ponytail. Her eyes were deep brown and beautiful, tastefully highlighted with mascara, black eyeliner, and kind of a silvery-blue eye shadow. The woman was slim but full-breasted, probably in her early forties. She was dressed in boots, tight jeans, and a short-sleeved cream-colored blouse open enough to reveal a bit of cleavage. I wanted her.

While Loretta shook Kate’s hand, I glanced down at Sage, who was squinting up toward me, shading her eyes as she looked into the sun. She was somewhat heavier than her mother and also full-breasted. Her dark hair was cut very short. I couldn’t tell for sure how old she was, but older than me, maybe 15 or 16. Sage wasn’t tan like Loretta but wore a lot of dark makeup, sort of goth style. There was a piercing in one eyebrow, a gold bar. She wore Doc Martens, torn black jeans, and a black t-shirt with a Metallica logo. I smiled at her, but didn’t get a smile back.

“We met at the stables earlier today,” Mommy told us, “and went riding together. Then I asked them to come here for dinner. We’ll do some grilling later, nothing fancy, just hamburgers and hot dogs.”

“Okay,” I said. Feeling cheeky and perhaps a bit possessive, I went over to my mom and kissed her gently on the lips.

“Hi, honey,” my mother smiled, petting my hair and gazing into my eyes when we finished the short kiss.

Then she said, “Would you girls like something to drink? There are plenty of Cokes and things in the fridge. Juice too.”

I saw that Loretta, Dana, and my mom all had beers. Chelsea was drinking juice, while Molly and Sage each had Cokes. My sister and I went inside and got Cokes for ourselves too.

For the next couple of hours, the adults sat and chatted. Loretta was an attorney, like my mom, so that gave them plenty to talk about. At one point, I asked Sage if she wanted to go out in the canoe, but she said no. Kate fetched a frisbee, though, and we tossed that around for a while. Sage even joined in, however reluctantly. I wondered if her sullen demeanor was an act or if she was genuinely depressed. I was able to drag out from her, at least, that she was 15 and would be a junior in high school the next year.

We also learned that Loretta had recently been divorced. This was in fact the first vacation for her and her daughter without the dad. That might have been part of why Sage seemed so blue, I thought. Or maybe it was just her personality.

It was cute, though, because Kate appeared to take Sage’s stoniness as a challenge. She tried to show her how to throw the frisbee better, even getting the teen to laugh a couple of times. That was a major accomplishment!

Dana too did her best to involve Sage in conversation, talking with her about music and clothes and stuff. The two didn’t really seem to have much in common, but it was nice that Dana made the effort.

After dinner was over, we all went inside. Loretta had made noises about going back to their small rented cabin, which was located a little further around the lake, but Mommy insisted they stay longer. I had a pretty good idea what was on her mind, at least eventually.

The adults sat down in the living area and Sage sat with them. Molly and Chelsea immediately trotted up the stairs and disappeared into a bedroom to play with dolls and things, or maybe to play with each other. I thought about asking Sage if she wanted to come upstairs with me and Kate, but then decided not to. I was formulating another plan.

I led Kate into the master bedroom and then out onto a small balcony that had a nice view of the lake. We weren’t there for the view, however. A set of wooden stairs led down the outside of the cabin to the grassy area where we’d been sitting earlier. From there we could quietly sneak through a side door into the kitchen. And from there, we could spy on the others, or at a minimum eavesdrop on them.

That’s what we did — although for the longest time it seemed like my plan would be a total bust. The talk was mostly pretty boring, a lot of lawyer stuff at first, comparing cases and so on, and then they chatted for a while about neighborhoods and schools, and then Mommy got Dana to tell Loretta and Sage all about what she was studying at the fashion institute. Kate was clearly getting bored, if not downright irritated, and I was almost ready to give up too.

But then, after a short lull in the conversation, Loretta said, “I realize it probably isn’t my place to ask this, but I’m just wondering… um, are you two, you know, a couple?”

She obviously meant Mommy and Dana. I carefully pushed the swinging door from the kitchen open a tiny bit so I could peek through the crack. Kate was on her hands and knees below me, looking through too.

We could see that our mother was holding Dana’s hand. They were sitting close together on the room’s only sofa. Sage and Loretta were in separate armchairs, facing them.

Before answering, Mommy lifted Dana’s hand to her lips, tenderly kissing her fingers. Then she smiled and replied, “No, we’re not. Or at least not in the way I think you’re asking. It’s true that we do have a relationship, a sexual relationship. But Dana and I are both free to pursue our interests with other women… or girls.”

It was clever the way she added that tag at the end. The way she’d said it, ‘girls’ could be taken as referring to young women, like in their twenties, or possibly to mature teenagers — but it also could be taken to mean actual girls, like me and Kate!

“Oh, uh, um, all right.” Loretta seemed startled. Sage was wide-eyed.

It wasn’t entirely clear what they were thinking, but there was no doubt that they were thinking, wondering… probably even more curious now than before. Our mother had played it perfectly.

She didn’t push her advantage, though. She waited. We waited. What would happen next?

After what seemed like forever, Loretta glanced at Sage, then slowly uncrossed her legs.

“Well,” she began, clearing her throat, “it’s pretty late. We should be getting back.”

Again there was a pause. Finally, Mommy said, “All right. I’m so glad you could come tonight. I do hope we’ll see you again.”

They all stood up. I suddenly realized what we had to do. Grabbing Kate’s hand, I pulled her with me toward the side door. Trying to be quiet, we slipped out, then quickly climbed the stairs back up to the balcony. We could dimly hear our mother’s voice calling, “Molly? Chelsea? Girls? Come on down and say goodnight!”

* * *

We did see them again — the very next night, in fact.

We’d spent the day on a long hike, following one of Kate’s prized trails. She took us up beside a swift-flowing stream, and we eventually came to a small waterfall. It was quite lovely. We enjoyed a leisurely picnic lunch there before returning.

Arriving back at the cabin around 4:00, we had some cool drinks and then relaxed outside, feeling happy and comfortable in the soft breeze off the lake. At about 5:30, who should come along but Sage and Loretta! They were walking to the restaurant for supper, or so they said, and their route just happened to take them past our cabin. They asked if we’d like to join them, and we said we would.

Sage seemed like a different person that evening. Her makeup was less severe and she was talking a lot more, even smiling sometimes. She was still dressed all in black, but at least she didn’t appear so depressed. Loretta, on the other hand, was much more reserved than she had been the day before. She was polite enough but not nearly as outgoing. It gave me a lot to think about.

When we were finished with dinner and dessert, Mommy invited them back to our cabin again. It looked to me like Loretta was about to decline, but before she could open her mouth, Sage jumped in, “Yeah, sure, that sounds great!” Her mother was pretty much forced to agree.

What had changed, of course, was that both Sage and Loretta knew for a fact, after the night before, that my mom and Dana were lesbian lovers — and maybe more important, that they were not exclusive, that they had an open relationship. In essence, my mother had offered both herself and Dana as sex partners for Loretta, or even for Sage!

This revelation apparently had made Loretta feel cautious about getting too close to us, or perhaps it was more that she felt the need to be protective of her 15-year-old daughter. That’s understandable, I suppose, but it was interesting that the news seemed to have the opposite effect on Sage. As I said, she was much more friendly and talkative during dinner. While we were eating, I saw her put her hand on Dana’s arm a couple of times, something she never would have done the day before. I was certain now that it was Sage, not her mom, who’d suggested they go to dinner at the restaurant, and who made sure they would stroll right past our cabin.

Anyway, my mom and Loretta paid the bill, and then we headed back. As we were walking, I kind of pulled Sage aside a little bit, making sure we were out of earshot of her mother, and said, “Hey, um, when we get there, I have something I want to show you, up in my room, okay? I think you’ll really like it.”

She looked at me quizzically. “What is it?”

“I can’t tell you now, ‘cause they might hear,” I said, using a low voice and nodding toward the adults, who were ahead of us.

I’m sure she must have been wondering what a dumb kid like me might have that an older girl like her could possibly be interested in — but on the other hand, she was wondering.

Sage didn’t reply right away. She searched my eyes, looking for a clue, and finally just said, “Okay.”

The sun still hadn’t set when we reached the cabin, so the adults decided to sit outside a while. Molly and Chelsea immediately went in and trotted upstairs to their bedroom. I’d noticed that the two little girls were spending as much time alone together as they could now, enjoying some fun games, no doubt.

Sage came along with me and Kate to the master bedroom, which I shared with my mom. As I closed the door behind us, I asked, “Do you like porn?”

“Porn?!” I don’t think Sage was expecting that from a 12-year-old. She didn’t say anything else, just stared at me. Kate giggled.

“Uh-huh,” I nodded. “Kate and me both like porn. We watch it a lot. Sometimes with our mom too.”

“With your mom??”

I really had her going now. Sage was wide-eyed, her mouth hanging open. But she wasn’t shocked or appalled. There was a look of desire on her face, too, of sexual arousal. I could see it in her eyes.

Unzipping a pouch in my suitcase, I reached in and pulled out a DVD, handing it to her. “Lesbian porn. That’s what we like best.”

The DVD I gave her was called Chick Licks. I pointed to a name on the cover: Desiree. “Do you know who that is?”

“Who?”

“Desiree. See her picture, here? You recognize her?”

Sage held the cover closer to her face, studying the photo of a slender blonde teenaged girl, fully nude, of course. She shook her head, “No.”

“That’s my sister, Dana. From like ten years ago, when she was 17.”

“Your sister?? Wait…” She looked even more closely at the DVD. “Omigod, that is her. But, but — your sister? I thought she was your mom’s girlfriend?”

“She is,” I nodded. “She’s our sister and she’s our mother’s girlfriend.”

Kate giggled again.

“What are you talking about??” demanded Sage. “I, I don’t — that doesn’t make any sense.”

“I know,” I chuckled. “Dana’s not really our sister, not in real life, I mean. See, we sort of adopted her in a way, and Chelsea too. Now they’re both our sisters. They don’t live with us, but that’s how we think of them.”

Sage examined the DVD cover again. She seemed to be having a hard time connecting the photo of the sexy porn actress with that nice young woman sitting outside the cabin, even though it was pretty obvious they were the same person.

Finally she handed the DVD back to me, slowly shaking her head. “That’s… pretty amazing. But, I mean, I don’t… how can you say she’s your sister, and like… wait, um…”

A lightbulb went on. Sage began to see the truth. “I think, I mean, did I hear, um, Dana — did I hear her call your mom Mommy? Instead of, like, Suzanne?”

“Uh-huh,” I nodded. “Like I said, we think of her as our sister now. And our mom thinks of her as a daughter. And also as her lover. One of them, anyway.”

“Oh my god, that is some wild kinky shit.”

“Kinky shit, yeah!” Kate laughed.

“So, do you wanna watch this?” I asked Sage, holding up the DVD.

“Um… sure, okay.”

I got out my mom’s laptop and booted it up. We sat together on the bed, leaning back against pillows. The bed wasn’t very wide, which meant we were squeezed in fairly close together. Sage was in the middle. I’d set up that tray of my mom’s to hold the laptop in front of her. We were all three still dressed at that point, but I was hoping that might change before too long.

The DVD started. I leaned over and selected the chapter that had Dana in it. We watched as she and an older woman who was supposed to be her neighbor flirted for a bit and then started kissing and stuff. The other woman was around 35, probably, and very hot. The scene was in the backyard of her house. Dana/Desiree was wearing sort of a little girl dress and had her hair in pigtails, making her look like she was only about 10 or something. They took off each other’s clothes and soon were having acrobatic sex on a lounge chair.

After a couple of minutes, Kate caught my eye. She was breathing hard, and her face was flushed. It was clear what she wanted. I nodded to her, licking my lips. We both unzipped our shorts and stuck our hands down inside our undies.

Sage saw what we were doing. She looked back and forth between my sister and me. She kept glancing at one of us, then the other, as if trying to make up her mind.

“Oh well, what the fuck,” she eventually said, opening her own jeans and pushing a hand inside.

We masturbated together as we watched Dana sucking the woman’s nipples, then fingering her, then eating her pussy. Kate came first. I came a few seconds after her. When the woman had an orgasm in Dana’s mouth, Sage climaxed.

Continue on to Chapter 88

1

Error happened.

By Naughty Mommy

Okay, so now we shift forward a couple of months.

Dana and her daughter didn’t relocate right away. The adults thought they should let Chelsea finish first grade in her current school, which I suppose made sense. And anyway, it took a few weeks to find a suitable apartment for them.

When we did find one, it was perfect, bright and clean with two big bedrooms, about half a mile from our house and only three blocks from Chelsea’s new school. We helped them move in there at the end of June. Mommy purchased some new furniture for them too, nothing fancy, but good quality. Dana tried to refuse this, naturally, but our mom said if she wanted to buy some things for her daughters, why shouldn’t she? Dana couldn’t very well argue with that reasoning.

Meanwhile, we were all busy with our lives. Mommy spent long hours every week at the office, Kate was playing softball now, Molly was reading about horses and dreaming of owning one, and I was scheming for new seductions.

Even though we’d consummated our relationships as a family, all of us fully sexual with each other — on the weekends, anyway — I still hadn’t forgotten how it all started, how I discovered our mother having sex with the babysitter one night when I was only 10 years old. After that, Mommy and I had begun playing what we called ‘our game’. She would bring home women or sometimes teenage girls and then seduce them in the family room while I would watch from upstairs, masturbating my little pussy. Gradually I became more and more involved, until… well, you know the story as well as I do.

Anyway, what I’m getting at is I really wanted to play that game again. It was fun, not to mention super sexy. At the time, though, in the spring and summer of 2010, Mommy wasn’t going out very often looking for new partners. Why should she, when she was already getting all the action she could ever want at home from her own daughters — both real and adopted!

However, she was (and is) a woman with an almost unquenchable appetite for variety in the women and girls she sleeps with. For my mom, it’s always the more, the better. I remember she and Dana did go out dancing a few times that summer with Carla and a couple of times with Rita too, while I stayed home with my sisters, Katie, Molly, and Chelsea. We girls had our own fun, of course, and then when the grownups came back later, we had even more fun.

One night Mommy and Dana brought home Melissa from Victoria’s Secret, whom they’d run into at one of the clubs they liked. I was happy to see her again, and I can just imagine how exciting it must have been for her having sex with all of us at once. I mean, just think about it — four girls from age 7 to 12 together with two beautiful women, all of them crawling all over you, licking and sucking and fucking. Pretty awesome, right?

And yet, even with all that, I had this hunger for the special naughty thrill of voyeurism. Maybe that makes me a kinky pervert, I don’t know, but there’s a part of me that totally loves watching someone — or two or three someones — from a hidden place while I play with myself. It’s funny, as I write that, it does sound kind of twisted. Whatever, though, I can’t deny it. That’s just who I am.

So, I talked with my mom about it, and she admitted that she missed playing our game too. Of course, it would have to be different now, since it wasn’t just me any more. How would it work if we tried to involve Chelsea along with Molly and Kate and me?

We got the chance to find out when we went away on a trip to celebrate Kate’s 11th birthday, which would be on July 23rd. She badly wanted to go camping, somewhere up in the mountains. Our mother wasn’t really the type for tent camping, however, so she and Kate compromised. They went online and found a private cabin by a lake that we reserved for a week. It was fairly large, with three bedrooms, fully furnished, of course, and even had a dock with canoes and stuff. Very nice.

Dana was still working part-time at the insurance agency, but they agreed to give her the week off so she could go with us. It was about a four-hour drive from our house, and we decided to take two cars. Kate and I were with Mommy in her Mercedes, while Molly rode with Dana and Chelsea in their Honda Civic. We started out early on a Saturday morning and arrived just before noon.

“Wow, Mom, this looks great,” said Kate from the back seat. She was leaning forward between Mommy and me as we drove slowly into the area where our rented cabin was supposed to be located. We could see a big placid lake and lots of tall evergreen trees, with higher mountains off in the distance. There were several other vacation cabins nearby, and a general store, and a laundromat, and also a small restaurant advertising ‘home-style food’.

“See? There’s the hiking trails!” My sister pointed. “See the sign?”

“Yes, I see,” Mommy grinned, winking at me. “It looks like fun.”

That wink, I believe, was partly from our mother’s amusement at Kate’s enthusiasm about the trails — but also from her enthusiasm about something else we saw. Strolling beside the road just ahead of us then were a pair of girls, perhaps 12 or 13 years old, wearing very short denim cutoffs along with tank tops and sneakers. I returned her wink and her grin.

Those two weren’t the only cute girls we’d noticed walking around, either. I was happy to find that our location wasn’t entirely isolated, as I’d feared it might be. It gave me hope for the possibility of arousing erotic adventures. Would those young girls have pretty moms? Could they be interested in having some sexy fun with us?

Before we could get to any of that, however, we had to get ourselves settled in. We soon found our cabin and parked in front of it. Immediately Molly leaped out of Dana’s car and came running over to us.

“Mommy, did you see the stables? It said horses, horseback riding, trail riding!” My little sister was breathless with excitement.

“Yes, I did see that, sweetie. We’ll definitely have to do some riding.”

As our mom knelt down beside Molly to give her a hug and a kiss, the short summer dress she was wearing slid high up her shapely thigh. God, I love my mother’s gorgeous legs. I can never get enough of looking at her — or having sex with her!

She caught my stare and gave me a lascivious smile, licking her lips. I could feel my pussy getting damp as I stood there by the cars, hearing the cooling engines tick, smelling the aromatic pines, gazing at my mom and dreaming of eating her cunt.

“Come on, let’s go inside!” Kate grabbed my arm, breaking the moment. Which was fine, of course — there would be plenty of time for lovemaking later on.

We took all our stuff into the cabin and made some quick decisions on who would sleep where, at least nominally: Mommy and I would share the master bedroom while Dana and Kate would be in the second bedroom and Molly and Chelsea in the third. Each room had only one double bed, but obviously that was fine with us.

After that, we went for a short walk together, stopping in for lunch at the restaurant first, and then sort of scoping out the area. I counted eleven other vacation homes within maybe a half mile of ours, and I also knew there was a place a little further away for tent camping and RVs and stuff.

As we walked around that afternoon, we did see more than a few attractive girls, both pre-teens and teenagers, but unfortunately they all seemed to have brothers and/or fathers with them along with their moms and sisters. That was a bummer.

Kate was eager to take the canoe out for a spin, so I went with her. Our mother insisted we put on the life jackets that were provided — although of course we took them off as soon as we were out of sight. My sister and I were both good swimmers, especially her. We paddled slowly around the lake, chatting pleasantly. It was a beautiful afternoon, warm and sunny, absolutely ideal. Katie was thrilled, about as happy as I’d ever seen her. I was glad. I love her very much.

We had dinner at the same restaurant that first evening, Saturday, and although the food was not too bad, we all agreed we wouldn’t want to have all our meals there. We’d make sure to get some things at the general store so at least half the time we could eat at the cabin. It had a nice kitchen and everything, why not make use of it?

Nothing much happened the next day, Sunday. Oh, we did your basic vacation stuff: hiking, canoeing, horseback riding. We tried swimming too, although the lake bottom was pretty muddy, not sandy, so it wasn’t that agreeable. Mommy and Dana lay in the sun together, topless, working on their tans while us kids romped around.

That evening, as we’d done the night before, we had dinner then played board games for a while before watching a movie. There was no cable TV, of course, and no Internet, and there were certainly no movie theaters anywhere close by. But the cabin did have a DVD player and a big-screen TV, and we’d brought along lots of our own favorite movies — including porn — so we had plenty of entertainment.

We also had plenty of sex, mixing and matching in every possible variation. It was wonderful, delectable, supreme. Except you know what? I still wanted more. I wanted fresh pussy. I kept thinking about the girls we saw as we made our way around the area. So many hot young things, from sexy teenagers down to adorable 8- or 9-year-olds. Why couldn’t we hook up with one of them, or better yet, with several of them, and their moms too!

I remember lying in bed that night with my mother, cuddling in the dark, whispering to her about all the things I wanted. Her libidinous desires were the equal of mine, of course, if not stronger. As she explained to me, though, it was matter of finding the right opportunity, and so far we hadn’t had any luck. There were just too many men and boys everywhere.

But at least we could compare notes about the cutest girls we’d seen so far and share our fantasies as we masturbated together, telling each other all the naughty stuff we’d like to do with them until we we both climaxed once more… and then kissed and snuggled and slowly drifted off to sleep.

On Monday, our third day there, Kate disappeared for a couple of hours in the afternoon. We’d seen her approach and quickly make friends with a pair of girls about her age, 10 or 11. It was just after lunch, and we were all sitting in the sun outside our cabin, relaxing. The two came walking slowly along by the lake and paused near our dock, looking at the canoes. Kate strolled down there, chatted with the kids for a minute or so, then brought them over to us.

Their names were Rachel and Shepard. Both were brunettes, skinny and tan and cute, with short haircuts, kind of sporty looking. That’s probably what attracted Kate to them. Rachel, I noticed, had the beginnings of breasts under her tight t-shirt, tempting poky buds, while Shepard, who was taller and heavily freckled, appeared to still be flat-chested.

We learned that the two were best friends and that their families came to the lake together every summer. Neither had sisters, but alas, both had older brothers and their dads were on vacation with them too, in addition to their moms.

With our mother’s permission, the three of them, Kate and Shepard and Rachel, went out in a canoe, girded in life jackets. They were supposed to return in no more than half an hour, but didn’t. After an hour had passed, my mom got up and started pacing around, muttering angrily. I don’t think she was really worried at that point, but she didn’t like being disobeyed. With Kate, however, that wasn’t exactly uncommon.

When they finally did come back, almost two hours after they’d left, Mommy loudly scolded my sister, right in front of the other girls as they were getting out of the canoe. I didn’t like that very much, and I know Kate didn’t like it, but I guess it just showed how worried our mother really had been.

Rachel and Shepard said goodbye then, promising to come and see us again the next day, before heading back to their own cabins. Our mother decided that as punishment for her disobedience Kate would have to prepare dinner for us that night, all by herself, and that she also would be responsible for doing the dishes on her own. That wasn’t really too onerous, though, and I’m pretty sure Kate felt like she was getting off lightly.

Later, while we were enjoying the ham and cheese sandwiches and canned tomato soup that my sister “cooked” for us, Mommy complimented her on how delicious it all was, praising her efforts. Kate smiled proudly.

Then Mommy took her hand and said, “Honey, I want to apologize. It was wrong for me to fly off the way I did. I’m very sorry. I’m sure it was embarrassing for you, and I shouldn’t have done that. I should have waited until later to talk with you. I apologize.”

“That’s okay, Mom, I understand,” Kate replied, lowering her head somewhat shyly.

“You know it’s only because I love you so much. I realize you’re getting big enough to take care of yourself now, and I know you’re a good swimmer and everything — but I don’t know that about those other girls. Something might have happened to them, and I would be responsible. That’s why I was so upset.”

“I know.”

“It doesn’t excuse what I did, of course, not one bit, but can you see how I felt?”

“Yeah, of course I can.”

“Good.” Mommy got up and stepped over to Kate, wrapping her arms around her from behind, squeezing her tightly and kissing her cheek again and again. “I just love you love you love you so much!!”

“Mom! Stop!!” Katie laughed, her cute face turning red.

“Aww, that’s sweet,” smiled Dana.

After our mother sat down again, she asked my sister, “So, what kind of mischief did you kids get into? Do you want to tell us what you did while you were off on your own with them?”

“Yeah, well,” Kate began, “we actually did find a place kind of far away from everything, a place where we could tie up the canoe and then walk up this trail into the woods. I wanted, you know, I wanted to see if I could kiss them or something.”

“Oh, you did?” Mommy winked.

“Yeah,” Kate grinned, “especially Rachel. But Shepard too. I like ‘em both, a lot.”

I was eager to hear all the details, wanting to vicariously experience the thrill of kissing a young girl you’d just recently met. It was so hot. It made me wish I’d gone along with them. Maybe the next time I would.

“So did you get to kiss them?” I asked.

“Uh-huh,” my sister nodded. “We walked along for a while, and then we found this big blackberry bush, and even though some of the berries weren’t ripe yet, most of ‘em were, so we ate some. They were good, really sweet. We were laughing and smiling at each other, our faces kind of sticky and stuff, you know? And that’s when I kissed Rachel.”

“Wow…” sighed Dana.

“That’s pretty hot, Katie.” My mother reached over and took her hand. “You’re turning me on. Tell us more.”

“Well, I kissed Rachel for a minute, and then, like, Shepard was kind of pressing in on us, like she wanted to do it too, and so I kissed her. They kissed each other after that, and then we just sort of stood there going back and forth kissing each other for maybe ten minutes or something. I don’t really know how long it was. And then we walked back.”

“Awesome,” I said. “Did you guys do anything else?”

“No, just kissing. It’s not the first time they kissed, though. They told me they kiss each other sometimes, and also, like, some other girls too where they live. But I don’t think they do anything more than that, not yet anyway. We didn’t talk about it, but that’s just what I think.”

“Nice,” Mommy smiled, slowly licking her lips, her eyes hooded. Her chin was resting in her hand as she gazed at Kate, sending her a smoldering look of lust. My sister returned the smile. They sat that way for several moments, just looking at each other. The room crackled with sexual electricity.

“You know what?” our mother finally said in a hoarse whisper.

“What,” replied Kate.

“I don’t want to watch any movies tonight, or play Monopoly, or do anything like that. You know what I want to do instead?”

“What.”

“I want to help you do the dishes and clean up the kitchen, and then I want to take off all your clothes and lay you down on this table, naked, and lick every inch of your sexy little body. That’s what I want to do.”

“Oh my god, Mom,” Kate swallowed, her eyes wide.

“Oh my god,” echoed Dana.

So, that’s what we did.

There were no games played that night — unless you want to count games like ’69’ or ‘daisy chain’ or ‘hide the finger in the pussy’ — but there were plenty of orgasms spread around among four young girls and two hot women.

Continue on to Chapter 87

1

Error happened.

By Naughty Mommy

AUTHOR’S NOTE:  This is, of course, the continuation of a long story that I began writing quite a while ago. Because it has been more than two and a half years (!) since I posted the last installment of the series at Lesbian Lolita, I might recommend that you go back and re-read some of the more recent chapters, maybe starting around #69 or #70, before going on to this one. That way you’ll be familiar again with all the characters and the situations.

I guess the first thing I should do, for whoever might be reading this someday, is tell you guys I’m sorry.

See, what happened is, around that time when we got so involved with Dana and Chelsea, I stopped updating my sexual diary as regularly. I’d maintained the diary for more than a year by then, writing almost daily about my experiences, and to be honest I was getting kind of burned out on that. I still picked it up from time to time and wrote a few pages, but maybe only once a week or even once a month. What that means for you is I won’t have quite as much detail, all the day-to-day stuff, in this next part as I did before.

Also, I was starting to work a lot more diligently then on what I considered really serious writing, you know, short stories and stuff I hoped I might be able to submit for publication. Most of my early writing of that sort was not very good, but after a lot of practice and effort, and some excellent coaching from a couple of teachers at school, I was gradually getting better.

I’m proud to say now, at age 18, that I recently sold two of my short stories to a small literary magazine. Yes! Of course, I was paid only a few hundred dollars for each of the stories, but you have to start somewhere, right?

My eventual goal is to become a professional author, someone who can make a living that way, publishing novels and short story collections. I don’t know if that will ever happen, but I’m determined to give it a try. I’ve just finished my first year of college, attending a private university near our home so I can keep living with my mom and my sisters. My major is English, and I’m planning to get a Masters in Education. That way I can teach if absolutely necessary.

Anyway, it’s summer now, and I have some time off, so I decided to get this account of my sexual adventures up to date. So, where did I leave off?

Oh, yes, that’s right. It was around 8:30 on a Sunday morning. The date was May 9, 2010… Mother’s Day!

* * *

The large table in our formal dining room was set with only two places. We’d used our best silver and china, reserved for the most special occasions, and I’d decorated the table with several small but fragrant flower arrangements. I’d also purchased a brand-new white tablecloth edged with lace — not too expensive, however, because I knew it was likely to get dirty and possibly ruined.

A pair of captain’s chairs were next to one another on the long side of the table facing the passage where Mommy and Dana came in from the family room. At each of the two place settings was a steaming mug of rich hot coffee. A plate of cinnamon rolls, warm from the oven and dripping with gooey sugary frosting, was in the center of the table. But the most enticing thing the women beheld as they entered the room was not the rolls, or the coffee, or the flowers… it was the little girls, Molly and Chelsea.

The kids were lying back on the table stark naked, feet resting on the arms of the chairs, knees up and legs wide apart. Both were up on their elbows, grinning madly, calling, “Happy Mother’s Day!” Each of the girls had frosting on their hairless vulvas in the shape of a heart, surrounding their pussies.

Kate and I were naked as well, standing at either end of the table, arms held out like game-show presenters on TV displaying a prize. We joined the cry, “Happy Mother’s Day!”

When our mothers got over their surprise and joy at what they’d found, after they’d hugged and kissed Kate and me and leaned over the table to kiss the younger girls’ mouths, we sat them in the chairs. They each had a few sips of coffee, enjoyed a bite or two of the cinnamon rolls — and then ate their daughters.

This was the first time Dana had ever licked Chelsea’s pussy. I made sure to stand right next to them and witness the exciting event, while also masturbating. I’d had sex with Chelsea the night before, along with Kate and Molly in my bed, and I knew the child was capable of reaching orgasm although she was still only 7 years old. But oh my god, it was so thrilling to be there and watch it happen this way, to see the little girl about to climax in her mother’s mouth.

I saw her big blue eyes grow wide as Dana’s tongue and lips worked on her, licking and sucking her tiny pussy. Chelsea was still pushed up on her elbows, staring down between her spread legs at her mommy’s lips fastened there, eating her. She was breathing fast, pretty face turning red. I heard little whimpers from her, like a kitten mewing. These soon got louder, and then her whole body began to tremble. She was squirming around on the table, as if the feelings were too intense and she wanted to get away, but her mother had a firm grip, holding her tight, keeping her mouth right where it was.

“Eat your little girl, make her come!” I urged, as I feverishly rubbed my swollen clit. I was quickly getting very close.

Dana glanced up then, briefly raising her face from her daughter’s crotch, licking her lips and smiling at me. I could see that she had the tip of one finger inside the opening to Chelsea’s vagina, gently fucking the child.

“She tastes really good,” Dana chuckled. “I shoulda done this a long time ago!”

Then she put her mouth back over Chelsea’s clit, eagerly sucking and nibbling, making hungry ‘nom-nom’ sounds. As I watched them, I slid a finger up inside my own moist vagina while tickling my clit with the other hand. I was nearly there and could climax at any time — but I wanted to wait, try to reach orgasm at the same time as Chelsea.

I took a quick look over at the other three. My mom was eating my little sister Molly, her mouth completely covering the girl’s vulva. It looked like she might be fucking her with her tongue. Molly was in ecstasy, lying back with her eyes closed, her mouth open, shuddering and moaning. She was obviously right on the edge if not in the throes of an extended climax.

Kate had actually climbed up onto the table and was bent over them with one foot on the chair, humping her naked pussy on Mommy’s shoulder. I could tell from my sister’s high-pitched squeals that she was almost ready to come.

I heard Chelsea squeal as well, and then a sudden loud gasp. Looking back at her, I saw that she was shaking all over, her smooth skin flushed with arousal. It appeared the child might be holding her breath. Her face was turning redder and redder, and after a few seconds she gasped again. She was trembling, squealing, panting, gasping, her eyes squeezed shut, and then…… Yes!

The little girl shuddered — groaned — quaked in a series of powerful spasms. There was no doubt at all what I was seeing: an orgasm, a very strong one. She was coming in her mother’s mouth. I came too.

* * *

After Dana and Mommy were done eating the Mother’s Day treat we’d prepared for them, the six of us sat talking for a little while, everyone feeling warm and happy. We all needed showers, though, being covered with frosting and other sweet sticky things.

We got cleaned up, the kids putting the kitchen and the dining room back in order and doing the dishes while the moms relaxed, and then later in the day we went to see a movie, Hot Tub Time Machine, which was pretty funny.

Dana and Chelsea headed home after the movie, and we drove back to our house too. When we went inside, each starting off to do her own thing — Molly to play with dolls, and Kate a video game — my mother took me aside.

“Honey, I think we should talk a little bit. Do you want to go for a walk?”

“Sure, Mommy.”

It was nice and warm outside, a drowsy late afternoon in May, just right for casual walking. We strolled around the neighborhood, hand in hand. I felt the luckiest girl in the world, with a great family and a beautiful sexy lover — who also happened to be my mom!

Soon she brought up the reason for our walk. “I wanted to let you know some of the things that Dana and I were talking about last night, both before dinner, and then in bed.”

She was quiet for a moment, and so I said, “Okay.”

“Well, you know her story, or most of it anyway. How she had to run away from home and then how she worked for several years doing whatever she had to do to survive, getting into porn and, I’m sorry to say, a lot more unpleasant things than that.”

“Yeah,” I nodded, “it must have been really hard for her. I can’t even imagine.”

My mother squeezed my hand. “I’m glad you can’t imagine. No girl, or boy for that matter, should ever have to endure what she’s gone through. But she’s done really well for herself, all things considered. I’d say she’s a remarkable young woman.”

It was kind of amusing that my mom referred to Dana, who was 27, as a ‘young woman’ because they’re actually less than five years apart. My mother has always come across as steady and confident for her age, however, while Dana is, well, I’ve said before that she sometimes seemed even younger than me, and I was just 12 then!

That sort of gets to where this conversation was going, eventually anyway. First, though, my mom said, “I’ve been thinking I’d like to do something for her, but I wanted to get your reaction to it first, get your advice. Okay?”

“Well, sure, of course.” I was thrilled that my mother wanted to ask me for advice. It really was as though we were in a committed relationship — and in fact we were!

“You know that the job she has now is nothing very special,” she continued. “There’s not much of a future in it at all.”

That was true enough. Dana worked as a receptionist at a small insurance agency. My mother had pointed the office out to me one time as we were driving by. It looked pretty tacky.

“She’s making barely over the minimum wage,” Mommy said. I could hear a touch of anger in her voice. Her hand in mine was growing tense. “It’s a wonder to me how she and Chelsea are able to survive on such a pittance.”

Taking a deep breath, apparently trying to calm herself, she went on, “So, here’s my idea. I’ll make Dana a loan, provide her sort of a startup fund so she can quit that job — or just work part-time — and then go back to school. She wants to study fashion design.”

“Fashion design?”

“Uh-huh,” my mother smiled. “I know that may not seem like a very serious occupation to you or to me, but it’s what interests her the most, and that’s fine. If it’s what she wants to do, then she should do it.”

“Sure, of course,” I agreed, squeezing her hand. I was glad she seemed to be relaxing a bit.

We stopped walking. My mother nodded toward a building across the street. We’d reached a broad avenue about a mile from our house. Cars swished by. There was a gas station, a couple of restaurants, several different kinds of shops, and on the front of the building directly across from us, a sign reading: Institute of Fashion Technology.

“I checked on the tuition a few days ago,” Mommy told me. “It’s really not that much. With what I’m earning now as a partner, we can easily afford it. But I want to make sure you think it’s a good idea too.”

“I… I think it’s awesome.” I was feeling kind of overwhelmed at that point, surprised to learn my mother thought so much of Dana that she would really do that kind of thing for her. It was perfectly fine with me, and I was touched by my mom’s generosity, the depth of her caring.

I turned and hugged her, squeezing tightly. “Mommy, I love you.”

She patted my back and kissed the top of my head. “Well, I love you too, sweetheart, very much.”

When I pulled away, there were tears in my eyes. I wiped my face with the backs of my hands.

“What’s brought this on?” Mommy smiled.

“It’s just… I think it’s really nice, and I love you for it, for wanting to do that for her.”

“Oh, I’m glad to hear you say that, sweetie.” She gave me a quick kiss, then said, “Uh, let’s keep walking, because there are a couple of other things too.”

“All right.”

We turned off the main avenue and started walking back in the general direction of our house. The street we were on went uphill, getting us some good exercise for our calves. This was a zone of apartment buildings, mostly, and we also passed an elementary school and some doctor’s offices and things like that.

I remember thinking how much nicer this neighborhood was than the one where Dana and Chelsea lived, which was kind of run down, even a little scary in places. It turned out my mother was thinking exactly the same thing.

“Now, in addition to making her the loan for tuition,” she said, “and supporting her so she can quit working and attend that fashion institute, I’ve also been thinking about that crummy apartment where they live. You know, the schools really aren’t very good over there…”

“They’re not?” I asked.

“No, they’re not. It shouldn’t be that way, of course, but it is. When you can afford to live in a nice neighborhood, that means your kids will go to a better school. And if you’re not so well off, your children often end up paying the price, forced to attend a school with bad teachers and an unsafe environment.”

“That’s not fair, Mom.”

“No, it’s not, but that’s the way the world works, at least in this country. It’s absolutely not fair.” More anger in her voice. She took another deep breath and let it out. “Anyway, what would you think if we helped them move over here, to an apartment like one of these?”

We stopped walking again and my mother nodded toward a pleasant-looking and fairly new apartment building across the street from us, the kind with an attendant at the gate to the parking area. I could see a big playground inside the fence, with some kids playing on the swings and stuff.

“It’s nice,” I said, “but could she afford that?”

“No,” my mother chuckled, squeezing my hand, “not on what she’s making now. And certainly not if she quit working. We’d have to help her out with the rent. And that’s what I want to ask you about. First, do you think we should do that? Would you be comfortable with it? And second, if we did decide to make the offer, do you think she would accept?”

“Hm, I don’t know,” I said. “Let me think about that.”

“All right. Let’s keep walking.”

I knew my mother wasn’t asking me these questions just to make me feel good. She wouldn’t do that. She was genuinely interested in my opinion, and so I wanted to take the time to think about my answers before replying.

We walked uphill some more, gradually leaving the apartments and entering a section of single-family homes, closer to where we lived.

Finally, I said, “Yes, I think we should do that. Dana deserves it. I mean, she deserves a chance to get a better life. After all, it wasn’t her fault what happened to her, when she was young and everything. So, yeah, it would be great for her. And for Chelsea too.” I tipped my head back in the direction of the new-looking elementary school we’d passed earlier. “She should get to go to a good school.”

“I agree,” said Mommy.

“And even if it means we have to use, I mean, whatever money you’re saving up for, like, our college and stuff, that doesn’t matter. We’ve had all the advantages. Dana and Chelsea should get their chance too. I don’t care if I have to get a job and work my way through college or whatever. I wouldn’t mind. It would be worth it.”

“Oh, that’s sweet, honey.”

My mother stopped and gave me a tight hug, then added, “I appreciate your saying that, although I really don’t think you’ll have to worry about it. We’ll be able to afford a good university for you and for the other girls too, even if we do help Dana.”

“We will?”

“Yes, definitely.”

“Okay, good.”

Now it was my turn to take a deep breath as we started walking again, and then slowly let it out. It hadn’t been easy for me to make a promise like that, but I was very glad I did. I’d meant it.

“Um, and, about whether she would accept it,” I continued. “Yeah, I think she would. Probably, anyway. I mean, she might not want to at first, but if we explain that it’s mainly for Chelsea or something, I think she’ll see it’s a good idea. Don’t you think?”

“I hope so. I guess we’ll find out.”

By then, we were almost home. As we approached our house, she said, “All right, that covers two of the points I wanted to discuss. And I’m glad you and I agree on what we should do. Thank you, sweetie, for talking it over with me.”

“You’re welcome, Mom. Thanks for asking.” I squeezed her hand and she squeezed back.

We walked across the lawn and onto our porch. Before opening the front door, she paused, looking at me. “There is one other thing, but it’s something we should talk about with the other kids too, Katie and Molly. All right?”

“Sure, of course, whatever you want.”

It was getting close to dinner time, so while Mommy went upstairs to get my sisters and bring them down for our chat, I secretly got on the phone and called a sushi restaurant we liked, ordering several of my mother’s favorites for delivery. The place was kind of expensive, but their fish was really fresh, and anyway it was worth it. I’d made enough money from my babysitting jobs to be able to treat her to dinner on Mother’s Day.

As they came down, I finished placing the order and hung up the phone. I didn’t think my mom had heard and I was glad because I was hoping to make it a surprise. I wanted the treat to be from all of us, though, so I whispered to Molly and Kate and let them know.

Mommy asked us to sit with her around the dining table instead of in the family room. To us kids, that meant this was going to be an important conversation, because that was where we always sat when she wanted to talk with us about serious stuff, like our report cards or her parent-teacher conferences.

“All right, girls,”, she began, “first I want to thank you each for a simply wonderful Mother’s Day surprise this morning. That was very sweet — sweet-tasting, I mean, not only those cinnamon rolls, but your little pussies too!”

We had a good laugh about that. My mom looked happy and pretty, her face shining with love.

She went on, “So, I want to talk with you kids about Dana and Chelsea, specifically about Dana. She and I have been talking a lot about certain things, and last night in bed, we discussed some ways in which our relationship might change, how she might, well, almost become part of our family.”

Suddenly I felt nervous and worried. Was she about to say that she and Dana were becoming a couple? Like they were in love with each other? But where would that leave me? I mean, I liked Dana a lot, even loved her, but I thought my mom and I had something really special, that we were committed to each other. Weren’t we??

I’ve never been able to hide my feelings. My mother and sisters sometimes say my face is an open book, and I guess it must be.

Anyway, Mommy reached out and took my hand, smiling warmly. Obviously she could tell what I was thinking. “Honey, don’t worry, it’s nothing like that, not at all. In fact, it’s almost the opposite.”

I glanced across the table and saw Kate rolling her eyes at me and shaking her head, as if saying, shit, Julie, can’t you see how gaga Mommy is over you, how there never could be anyone else?

Without using any words, my dear sister’s look reassured me. I took another in a series of deep breaths, swallowed back a lump in my throat, and said, “The opposite? What do you mean?”

“Well, what I mean is this. As you know, Dana had to leave home early, when she was barely 15 years old, and she’s never gone back, not once. But even when she lived there, the child never had much of a mother. She never had any siblings either, brothers or sisters. She’s been mostly alone in her life, except for Chelsea, and even though she’s managed to get by, doing quite well even, under trying circumstances, she’s always longed to have a real family. That’s what she told me last night, while we were in bed together, talking.”

My mother paused. There were tears in her eyes. A big one rolled down her cheek. “The poor girl. All she wants is to be loved and cared for.”

She wiped away the tear with her finger. I remember admiring her sexy bright red nail polish. Funny, isn’t it, what we notice at certain times?

“So, Dana asked me last night if, well, if I would allow her to think of me and also treat me as her mother, in a way,” Mommy said. “She wants and needs someone like that, someone to look up to, and trust, and confide in. Of course, I told her that would be just fine, that I would love to think of her as an older daughter.”

Smiling, she looked around the table at each of us, gazing into our eyes one by one, before adding softly, “And she wants to think of you girls as her sisters, the sisters she never had. What do you think, would you like that?”

“Is she gonna live here?” Kate asked, typically bold.

“No,” Mommy chuckled, “they won’t live here. Although I am going to help them move to an apartment near here, closer to us. At least that’s what I’m planning, if she’ll agree. That way, little Chelsea could come here after school if her mother’s not at home, instead of having to be all by herself. Chelsea would be like a baby sister to you girls.”

“I’d like that,” Molly said. “I like Chelsea.”

“I’m glad, honey.”

“Well, but…” Kate frowned, trying to puzzle it out. “If Chelsea is like our sister, and if Dana is like your daughter, that would mean she’s like our sister too, right? So…”

“I know, it is kind of confusing. But that’s okay, we’ll figure things out. As long as you’re all three comfortable with this, that is. We don’t have to do any of it if you don’t want to,” Mommy said.

“No, it’s fine,” said Kate, with a shrug. “I want to do whatever’s good for her and stuff. And for Chelsea.”

“Me too,” nodded Molly.

“And me,” I confirmed.

“Good,” our mother smiled. “So I guess that’s settled. Maybe we’ll have them over for dinner later this week and talk about it some more, all of us together. But now, speaking of dinner, aren’t you kids getting hungry? Shall we go out somewhere?”

Ding-dong! The doorbell rang at that very moment, as if by magic. Ha-ha, perfect timing!

I jumped up from the table.

“We don’t have to go out for dinner, Mommy,” I called, racing toward the front door. “We got it for you!”

* * *

So, that’s how things changed between us and Dana and Chelsea. They did become part of our family in a very meaningful way, and still are to this day. We love them like crazy.

Before I go on to other things, I want to tell you a little bit about our first night together as a united family. It was kind of fun.

We had them over to dinner on the Friday night following Mother’s Day. Mommy made grilled salmon, which was delicious, and after we finished eating and Kate and I cleaned up the dishes, we all sat down together in the family room.

Dana could hardly believe the news at first. Mommy told her about our plan to provide a “loan” so Dana could quit working and study fashion design. But it was like she was not even able to comprehend what was being said. The tiny blonde had a look on her face of complete bewilderment, almost as if Mommy was speaking a foreign language or something.

When she finally began to realize what was being offered, Dana’s first reaction, as I’d expected, was to refuse. She protested that she could never accept such generosity. It took a little convincing, but once we’d explained to her that she could pay back the loan whenever she was ready, and after we talked about how important it would be for Chelsea’s future as well as her own, she finally agreed. Of course, she fell all over Mommy then, hugging her and kissing her and crying tears of joy. I was crying too.

After we settled down, we next told her our idea for them to move to a nicer apartment much closer to us, where Chelsea would be able to go to a good school and where she could come and stay with us at our house every day after school if she wanted.

Once more, Dana found it difficult to believe it was really true. “Why… why… why would you…? But I don’t, I don’t…” Tears were rolling down her cheeks.

“Because we love you, dear,” our mother gently said. “Because you’re family.”

“Oh my god!” Again Dana sprang into Mommy’s arms, completely overcome, sobbing on and on for several minutes this time.

I got up and went to her, patting and rubbing the woman’s back, massaging her shoulders, trying to soothe her. Kate and Molly and Chelsea came over too. Soon we were all hugging and kissing and crying, proclaiming our undying love and devotion to one another.

Can you guess what happened next? Probably you can. Our kisses of comfort and familial affection gradually became kisses of desire and passion. Our hugs and tender caresses gave way to lustful stroking and fondling of erogenous zones.

We made love on the sofa in the family room, spilling onto the carpet as well. We kind of rolled around together, pulling off all our clothes, grabbing and groping and kissing and licking — pretty much everyone getting it on with whoever happened to be nearby.

What was especially interesting and fun about it was that this was the first time we had sex while in our new roles. Mommy had assured Dana that she was committed to being a true mother for her, and also that Kate and Molly and I would be happy to think of her as a sister. Chelsea was our sister too, now, and that’s how the relationships turned out to work.

It was like we got two new sisters, our mom got two new daughters, and oddly Chelsea and Dana were somehow more like sisters now than mother and daughter. Seems strange, I know, but it worked for us. And it was exciting to think of things that way, to imagine that I had a big sister whose pretty pussy I was licking when I put my mouth between Dana’s legs. When I saw Kate humping Chelsea, riding her, pussy to pussy, I could believe — and I did believe — that I was watching two of my sisters fuck.

I remember at one point seeing my mom sitting on the floor with her back against the sofa, Dana at one breast and Chelsea at the other, both eagerly licking and sucking her nipples. She petted them, stroking their hair, murmuring to them, “That’s right, little girls, suck Mommy’s nipples. Suck Mommy’s nipples.” Kate and Molly were between our mother’s legs, eating her pussy. I was standing up, watching them and masturbating. God, it was so incredibly hot. I came many times, and so did the others.

* * *

We all slept together that night, believe it or not, crowding into our mother’s king-size bed. It was a tight fit, to say the least, but it just felt right. We wanted to be close, and we certainly were. Mommy was in the middle with Dana on one side of her and Molly on the other. Kate was next to Molly, Chelsea was snuggled in on Dana’s other side, and I was next to Chelsea. We were a very happy family.

Continue on to Chapter 86

1

Error happened.

By Naughty Mommy

I could feel her breath hot on my skin as I lowered my pussy over Andrea’s mouth. “Mommy,” I heard her whisper, and then I groaned as her tongue slithered inside my vagina.

From between Andie’s legs, Bethany was watching. She licked her lips as she saw what her sister was doing. Then she looked down at Andie’s pink center and eagerly began licking her.

Kristen had crawled under Bethany. My youngest daughter was on her back, naked, her hairless vulva and flat chest exposed. The only part hidden was her face, which was pressed to Bethany’s pussy.

Leaning forward and supporting myself on one hand, I massaged my breasts with the other hand, squeezing my nipples as I surveyed the erotic tableau before me. I could feel Andrea’s tongue and lips making love to my sex. It was heavenly.

I watched as Bethany licked Andie, lapping at the redhead’s clit with her tongue, and I saw Bethany’s excited reaction when Kristen slid a finger up inside her.

We were having sex. My three beautiful daughters and I were having lesbian sex. Although this was something we often did, every time seemed new to me, a wondrous miracle, a gift to be treasured.

A thrill ran up my spine. I felt a tingling warmth at my center — growing, swirling, surging — and I knew an orgasm would not be far away. But I wanted to prolong the moment, if I could. I wanted to extend myself at just below the peak. One way I knew to do that was to start talking again, telling my story.

“I was… I was with my mother, in her bed. She had just finished masturbating in front of me. Then she’d put her wet fingers in my mouth, the fingers she had just used to fuck her cunt as I watched. My mother was smiling at me as I sucked on her fingers, tasting her. After she slowly drew them out of my mouth, she leaned back on one elbow and spread her legs wide open in front of me. Still smiling, she put her hand on her pussy and began rubbing herself again. I was extremely aroused and I wanted to touch myself too. But even more than that, I wanted to touch her.

“My mother looked into my eyes and said, ‘Baby, I have an idea for how we can be really close. Would you like to try something new?’ ‘Try what, Mommy?’ I asked. She paused for a moment, still rubbing her pussy in front of me, licking her lips as she looked at my naked body. Then she said, ‘I want to masturbate again, but this time I want you not only to watch me, but help me, okay?’ ‘Okay,’ I said, ‘but… how can I do that?’ She smiled and licked her lips again as her fingers caressed her clit.

“With one hand still working between her legs, she sat up straight, arching her back, and with the other hand lifted her breast, offering it to me. ‘You could… you could help me… by licking my nipple, honey,’ she whispered. I felt dizzy, lightheaded as I thought about what she was asking. It was so exciting it almost made me faint. My mother wanted me to lick her nipple — of course I would do that, I would love to do that! I tried to answer her, but I couldn’t find my voice. Instead I smiled and nodded and leaned toward her, parting my lips.

“As she raised the breast higher, aiming her nipple at my mouth, my mother sighed, ‘Come on, little girl, lick Mommy’s nipple, make Mommy feel good,’ and when I extended my tongue and ran the tip of it over the end of her erect nipple, my mother groaned in pleasure, ‘Oh god yes, oh yes, baby, lick Mommy’s nipple!’ With that encouragement, I happily licked her nipple a few more times, letting my tongue go all around, bathing her nipple, tasting it, loving it. I remember thinking, this feels so right, so perfect, why did I ever wait so long? And then, before I even realized what I would do next, I took her breast in my hands, put my mouth over it, and began sucking her tit like a baby. My mother squealed in delight, grabbing the back of my head with her free hand and pulling me to her bosom, begging me not to stop.”

As I told my story, I watched Beth eating Andie’s pussy, kissing and sucking and smacking her lips. I saw Kristen reach a hand down between her own legs to caress her little clit while she was licking Bethany. And I felt Andrea’s warm tongue inside my cunt, probing at me, stimulating me, bringing me ever so close.

“Oh my god, Andie,” I moaned, “your tongue… yes, baby, yes… right there…”

It was almost impossible to go on. But I slowed my breathing, managed to calm myself just a bit, and continued, “So, um, that night in her room with my mother, I was only eleven years old, she was masturbating, I was sucking on her nipple, and it was so nice, so exciting, so hot, but I wanted to do more for her, I wanted to show her how very much I loved her and needed her. I thought maybe I could help her even more by putting my hand down there, down between her legs where she was rubbing herself. I kept sucking her nipple, but I let one hand slide slowly down, over her belly, onto her pubic hair, and that’s where I found her fingers stroking her clit. ‘Fuck yes, touch me darling,’ my mother gasped, putting her hand over mine and pressing it downward, moving my fingers between her pussy lips.”

Andrea was squirming on the bed beneath me, lifting her pelvis to match the thrusts of Bethany’s tongue inside her. Her big sister had her arms wrapped around Andie’s thighs, holding her tight as she clamped her mouth over her pussy. At the same time, Bethany was riding Kristen’s face, humping herself up and down, grinding her cunt into the ten-year-old’s mouth.

“My mother had my hand in hers. She was pushing my fingers down, inside her slit where it was hot and wet. I continued sucking her nipple as I felt her hand guiding my fingers toward her vagina, and I heard her say, ‘Cathy, fuck me. Fuck me with your fingers.’ She shifted her body, spreading her thighs, opening herself to me. ‘Fuck me, Cathy, fuck me now!’ I tried to feel where she wanted me to go and then — and then there it was, a place where my fingers could slip inside.

“Oh my god, it was so hot inside her, like a steamy jungle, so hot and wet and squishy and slippery and sexy, oh god yes I wanted to fuck her! I pushed my fingers in as far as they would go, and then even deeper, I shoved my fingers into her, fucking her hard. I don’t know what came over me, I had never done anything like that before — never even dreamed of it — but I was fucking her, I was fucking my mother’s cunt with my fingers and I wanted to make her come.”

Suddenly Andrea was climaxing. I heard her groan as her mouth dropped away from my sex. A series of tremors shook her young body. Bethany kept her mouth over Andie’s clit and continued sucking and licking until it was clear that the twelve-year-old could take no more.

“Oh god, Bethany! Stop!” Andie cried, her body quaking, a hand reaching down now to cover her sex, protect her from over-stimulation.

“God! God, oh my god…” she huffed and panted, shuddering repeatedly as the powerful orgasm gradually receded.

Suddenly, without warning, her lips were kissing me again, more urgently than before. My daughter was kissing my cunt again and again, her fingers were inside me and she was licking me, licking me everywhere. I was so close, so close now, right on the edge.

I tried to keep telling the story. “My mother held my hand in hers as I slid my fingers inside her wet vagina. She was groaning, urging me on, moving her body up and down, fucking my fingers.”

I saw Bethany start to sit up, wiping her chin, smiling as she watched Andrea eat my cunt. Then she turned to look down at Kristen. The little girl was intently licking Bethany’s pussy, and she had a hand between her own legs, fingering herself. Bethany shifted around until she could lie on top of her little sister in a ’69’ position, placing her mouth over the ten-year-old’s hairless crotch.

“I fucked my mother with my fingers. I fucked her hard and I kept sucking her tits. I wanted to make her come, wanted it so badly — and then she did. She began screaming, shaking, her thighs squeezed tightly together, forcing my hand even deeper inside her. She came for a long time, panting and moaning and clutching my head to her breast. Her cunt was dripping, warm liquids oozing down over my wrist.”

It was almost time. I was trembling, wanting to stay high like this, stay at the peak for as long as I could, but the pressure inside was so great, so intense.

“And do you know what I did then, girls? After I fucked my mother with my fingers and made her come on my hand?”

Bethany lifted her face from her little sister’s sex just long enough to glance up at me and ask, “What, Mommy? What did you do next?”

“Well, I… I…”

I took a deep breath and gritted my teeth, trying my best to hang on a little longer, hold steady against that raging lusting incestuous lesbian hurricane inside me. A few seconds more, and I’d be blown away forever.

“I… I took my mouth from my mother’s nipple and looked at her face. I waited for her to open her eyes, and when she did I kissed her. She kissed me back, and then I said to her, ‘Mommy, I want to lick you.’”

And that was all. That was it. The dam burst, the floodgates opened, the levee overflowed. I came hard and wet on my daughter’s face.

*     *     *

With repeated shudders and deep-throated groans, I climaxed again and again in Andie’s mouth. Whenever it seemed I was almost finished, I thought again about what I was doing — having sex with my three daughters, and they with each other — and then another wave of ecstasy would sweep over me.

Finally, at last, the spasms began to recede. I was able to open my eyes. With my body still trembling, I looked down and parted my thighs, releasing Andrea’s head from my grip, allowing her to slide out from under me.

I gathered the girl in my arms, holding her, kissing her, tasting my juices on her lips as I leaned back against the headboard. At our feet, Bethany was on top of Kristen, my oldest and my youngest in a passionate 69.

Andie curled up close to me, her head on my breast. We rested a minute or so,  catching our breath, and then she said, “Go on with the story, Mommy. Tell us more.”

“All right, darling.” I smile and kissed the top of her head.

Given how intently the other two girls were devouring each other’s pussies, I wasn’t sure how much of my story they would hear, but that was fine. They had heard it before, many times, and I would be happy to tell it again, whenever they wanted.

“So, let’s see now… we were in her bed, I was sucking on my mother’s nipple, but then I pulled away. I looked up into her eyes and said, ‘Mommy, I want to lick you.’ ‘Oh my darling girl, my precious girl’ she said, ‘yes, baby, that’s what I want to.’ And so I did. I move down between my mother’s legs, where I had been a few minutes before, watching her masturbate. I placed my hands on the soft insides of her thighs, and just studied her for a few seconds, gazing at her beautiful pussy, and then I put my face in there, very very close, and I took a deep breath, inhaling her delicious fragrance.

“I still remember it, I will never forget it, the perfect, irresistible scent of my mother’s pussy. When I close my eyes now, I can take myself back to the moment, the first time I ever licked her, tasted her, put my tongue inside her.”

That’s what I did then. Laying my head back, I let my eyes fall shut and recalled the wondrous thrill I felt that night, a joy every girl should be allowed to experience.

“I like how you smell too, Mommy,” Andie said, “and how you taste.”

“Mm-hmm…” I heard muffled murmurs of agreement from my other two daughters — which meant they were able to listen to me after all, even in the midst of oral sex. How clever they are, and how lucky I am!

“After I inhaled and savored her perfect aroma, I began to kiss and lick my mother’s pussy. Her lips were already open, and she was very juicy. I didn’t really know what I was supposed to do, but I was so excited, and so hungry for her, that my instincts just took over. I sucked and kissed and licked and tasted and swallowed… and do you know what happened then?”

“What happened, Mommy?” asked Andrea.

With my eyes still closed, my mind reliving that moment, I said, “While I was licking her that way, rubbing my face all around, nuzzling her and kissing her everywhere — I suddenly heard a loud cry, and I felt my mother’s hands on my head, holding me tight, pulling me into her, my lips pressed right up against her vagina. Her whole body began to shake and she was kind of groaning, and then she screamed and a rush of thick, warm juices flooded from her pussy into my mouth. I —”

Girlish squeals brought me back to the present. I lifted my head and opened my eyes, looking down to see Bethany coming on top of Kristen, and Kristen coming at the same time: a simultaneous orgasm for my precious daughters.

I waited a minute or so, staying quiet, enjoying the sight of those beautiful sexy young girls writhing together, slim little bodies quaking with each ecstatic tremor. It’s hard to imagine anything more erotic than a pair of barely pubescent or even prepubescent girls bringing each other to climax — especially when the two are sisters!

When they were finally spent, at least for the time being, when Bethany rolled off Kristen and the girls lay side by side, eyes closed, chests heaving, lips and chins and cheeks shiny with each other’s juices, I went on with my story.

“My mother came in my mouth. It was amazing, unbelievable, so incredibly exciting. I never ever wanted to move. I wanted to stay right there where I was, my lips fastened to her vagina, my tongue still tasting her sweet honey. And I might have. If she had allowed me too, I might never have moved. But you know what my mother did then?”

“Tell us, Mommy.”

That was Bethany. Although she seemed to still be resting, she obviously was listening too. Her eyes were closed, but I saw that she had a hand between her legs, gently rubbing herself.

Kristen, by contrast, was barely moving at all. She lay there on her back, thin legs wide apart, hands at her side. I knew that such a strong orgasm often would leave her nearly insensible for several minutes.

I resumed the story. “What happened then is my mother sat straight up and looked at me. Her eyes seemed wild, like an animal’s, a ferocious untamed beast. She was panting, licking her lips. I heard a low growl, and she said just one word, my name. ‘Cathy.’ And then she was on me. She pounced, grabbing me, pushing me onto my back, spreading my legs apart.”

My youngest daughter’s eyes came open. She smiled up at me, knowing what it usually meant for her when I reached this part of the story. I returned Kristen’s smile, gave Andie a gentle pat, and then crawled lower on the bed.

Kneeling between my little girl’s legs, I gazed for a moment into her lovely blue eyes and then down at her crotch, licking my lips as I stared at her wet pink treasure. I moved my mouth closer to her pussy.

“Mommy, tell more of the story,” Andie said.

“All right, um… my mother pounced on me,” I continued. “I was only eleven years old, but she wanted to have sex with me. She wanted to eat my pussy. I was still a little girl, a child, but she wanted me, she had to have me, just like I want you girls and I have to have you.”

“Ooh, I love it when you say that,” Bethany sighed.

I planted my lips on Kristen’s vulva, her smooth bald pussy lips, still swollen and heated from her orgasm with her sister. I kissed her wetly. Between loving kisses, I went on with my tale.

“My mother pushed my legs open… she said my name again, ‘Cathy,’ and then she started eating me… she was almost out of control that night, like an animal… breathing really hard, making little sounds… it might have been scary, except that it felt sooo good, what she was doing… and anyway, I loved her and trusted her completely… I knew she would never do anything to hurt me.”

Kristen was squirming under me. She loved it when I would kiss her that way, and I certainly loved it too. Now I would do my best to continue describing what had happened between me and my mother that memorable night so many years ago, while at the same time re-enacting the scene with my youngest daughter.

“She was holding me tightly, holding my legs open.” I wrapped my arms around Kristen’s skinny thighs. “With that wild look in her eyes, making those hungry animal sounds, she was licking and sucking my pussy.” I imitated her look, as well as I could, along with the sounds I remembered, and especially the action of a mom munching on her little girl’s sex.

“For the first time in my life, I felt a mouth down there, lips and tongue so wet and hot, so eager, eating me, sucking me, tasting me, even pushing up inside me.” Fastening my mouth over Kristen’s vulva, I shoved my tongue deep inside her sweet vagina. My daughter squealed. She wasn’t climaxing yet, but she was already getting very close.

“Your mommy was eating you, eating her little girl,” said Bethany, her voice shaky, husky, aroused.

Raising my head, turning for a quick look, I saw Andie and Bethany side by side, leaning against the headboard, hugging, sometimes kissing, each with a hand between the other’s legs, fingering her sister’s juicy pussy. It made me smile.

I licked Kristen again, loving her taste, then went on. “My mother licked me, sucked me, fucked me with her tongue.” I did the same. “Never before had I felt anything like that.” I did some more. “Her tongue in my cunt, her lips on my clit, and then a finger pushing inside too.”

That was all it took for Kristen. As soon as she felt my finger probing inside her vagina, she started to come. I broke off speaking for a moment and sucked her clit, hoping to prolong her orgasm. Then I heard heavy sighs, gasps, and groans from my other daughters. They were bringing each other to climax.

When it was clear that Kristen could take no more, I lifted my mouth away from her pussy, letting her slowly settle down. Glancing to the side, I found Bethany and Andrea still clutching each other tightly, kissing, sweating, gasping, fingers buried in each other’s vaginas.

I waited, licking my lips, thinking about my story, relishing what would come next.

As my older daughters finished up their orgasms, each girl pulling her finger from her sister’s pussy and raising it to her mouth, giggling as they shared their creamy nectar, and as my younger daughter took a final deep breath then slowly let it out, her climax at last complete, I went on with the tale.

“My mother made me come in her mouth. I was only eleven years old, but she licked me, sucked me, ate my little pussy, bringing me such incredible pleasure, more than I ever knew was possible. But she wasn’t done with me.”

Raising myself to all fours, I crawled on top of Kristen.

“While I was lying there on her bed, not yet fully recovered from an amazingly powerful orgasm, my eyes still closed, my mother mounted me. I felt her body on top of mine, laying on me. I opened my eyes, expecting her just to kiss me and hug me, but that wasn’t what she did.”

“She fucked you,” said Bethany.

“That’s right, honey, that’s what she did. My mother got on top of me, pressing her warm, wet pussy against mine…”

I lowered myself onto Kristen. Out of the corner of my eye, I saw that Bethany was doing the same with Andrea, mounting her. We both began to move, she fucking her sister, and me fucking my daughter.

“I didn’t really know what was happening. I’d never heard about anything like this, didn’t know what it meant. Wasn’t this what boys did with girls? Not girls with girls?! But as my mother kept moving on me, and as she looked into my eyes and I saw her hunger for me, her desire for me, and as she brought her mouth to mine and kissed me, with her pussy still sliding up and down against mine, and as her tongue went into my mouth and I felt her hot breath and I felt her breasts rubbing on my chest and oh my god the juicy wet slippery feel of her cunt on my cunt —”

“Fucking! Fucking! Fucking!”

Hearing Bethany’s cry, I looked to the side again. She was moving very fast on top of Andie, the redhead’s ankles locked above her sister’s bottom, pulling their pussies together. I was fucking Kristen too, of course, but not yet at such a fevered pitch.

Kristen looked over too.

“Fucking you!! Fucking you!! Ohhh GOD!!!” Bethany screamed as she exploded into orgasm on top of her sister.

We could tell that Andrea hadn’t come yet, but she was smiling and hugging Bethany, kissing her shoulder, stroking her back as the older girl continued to shudder and groan, completing her climax.

I turned my attention back to Kristen, kissing her mouth, whispering to her, “Now I’m going to fuck you, little girl, fuck you hard like my mother fucked me.”

“Okay, Mommy,” she whispered in reply, smiling excitedly.

Before I began, Andie said to Bethany, “Don’t stop, Beth, don’t stop. Keep fucking me!”

So she did. Bethany fucked Andrea, and I fucked Kristen while still telling the story as best I could.

“When my mother kissed me that way, and I saw that look in her eyes, and I felt all those things — her strong arms pulling me close, her nipples kissing my nipples, her hot juicy pussy on mine — I suddenly knew I could never love a man as much as I loved her. I would never want a boy or a man the way I wanted her. Then she said, ‘Lift up your legs, Cathy, put them around me.’ And I did. I wrapped my legs around her, and that made it even hotter, even better. It opened my pussy up for her, so she could really fuck me.”

On cue, Kristen wrapped her little legs around me, locking them tight over my bottom. I gave her another long wet kiss, shoving my tongue into her mouth, then started speaking again.

“My mother fucked me. She fucked me hard. Her cunt on my cunt, her clit on my clit, her mouth on my mouth. She kissed me and fucked me, looking into my eyes, saying she wanted to come on me.”

“Tell us everything she said, Mommy.” That was Bethany. She was tribbing with Andie again, but both were listening too.

I smiled. My daughters always like to hear the details, hear the words my mother used. “She said, ‘Cathy, I want to come on you, okay?’ ‘Okay, Mommy,’ I answered. And she said, ‘I’m gonna come on your pussy, come inside your little pussy. Mommy is fucking her little girl.’”

“Fucking, fucking,” Bethany repeated.

“Fuck me, Beth, fuck me hard!” Andie begged.

“Mommy, fuck me, fuck your little girl,” said Kristen, “fuck my pussy, Mommy, come inside my pussy!”

“Yes, baby girl,” I said to Kristen, kissing her again. “Just like my mother fucked me, I’m fucking you.”

I was moving faster now, getting closer, almost on the edge. I could tell from the look on Kristen’s face that she was getting close as well. It wouldn’t be long.

“She fucked me that night, she fucked me hard, my mother on top of me, pressing her pussy into mine, rubbing our clits together. She kissed me again and again and she kept saying, “I’m gonna come on you, Cathy. Mommy’s gonna come on your pussy, come inside your pussy!’ Then she said, ‘You ready, honey? You ready for Mommy to come on you?’ Her eyes were wide, her face all hot and red and sweaty. She was looking at me, and she said, ‘Are you ready, honey?’”

Kristen nodded, “I’m ready, Mommy. I’m ready for you.”

Breathlessly, Andrea panted, “Ready — ready, Beth!”

“Fucking! fucking!” cried Bethany.

I said, “As my mother stared into my eyes with a wild look on her face, she told me, ‘I’m gonna fucking COME on you!!’ And then she did. Just like I’m gonna fucking come on you now, Kr— OHHH!!”

I climaxed volcanically on top of my daughter, hot cum gushing from my pussy into hers. I heard her scream, “Mommy!” as she reached orgasm as well.

Bethany was coming on top of Andie at the same time, and Andie was coming under her sister too. The four of us cried out in passion, a mom and her three young girls sharing our pleasure, our incestuous lesbian lust.

Fifteen years later… 

We came into Bethany’s house through the back door. It was raining outside, so Andrea, Kristen, and I took off our muddy shoes and left them on the mat before walking into the family room. No one was there. I was sure Bethany was home, however, because her car was in the garage.

Pausing, I cocked my ears. I could hear muffled voices coming from somewhere down the hall. Signaling the others to wait, I quietly moved closer. Bethany’s bedroom door was partly open. Just outside her door, I stopped and waited, smiling as I listened to a familiar conversation…

“Mommy, tell us the story again about you and your mommy, and her mommy too.” That was Olivia, Bethany’s younger daughter, just seven.

“Yeah, Mommy, please tell us.” This was nine-year-old Michelle, my daughter’s first child, named for my own mother. “We love that story.”

I motioned to Andrea, now twenty-seven, and Kristen, twenty-five, to join me in the hall. As Bethany began to tell the tale, we quickly removed our clothes, dropping them silently to the floor, grinning at each other. Then we entered the bedroom to hear the story.