Secrets, Chapter 9

  • Posted on September 19, 2016 at 2:46 pm

By Naughty Mommy

The next morning, I awoke before Kerie. I went to the kitchen, fixed myself some coffee, then sat at the table and thought about what I’d need to do to prepare for the sleepover that night. I silently rehearsed some of the talk I wanted to have with Melissa, and mentally prepared a shopping list for the dinner I was planning to make.

I’d need ground beef, hamburger buns, charcoal briquettes, frozen french fries, soft drinks, maybe ice cream for dessert, and…

Kerie came padding into the kitchen. She’d slipped on a little t-shirt, but that was all. She climbed onto my lap and cuddled with me.

I kissed the top of her head. “Good morning, sweetheart.”

She snuggled in close, and after a moment or two I felt a gentle touch on my breast. I was wearing a short, loose robe, which had come partway open. Kerie had her hand inside and was teasing my nipple with the tip of her finger. The nipple quickly stiffened and lengthened under her caress.

“I like it when they get big that way,” she murmured.

I kissed her head again. “I’m glad you do. It feels nice when you touch me like that.”

We sat together for a while, mother and daughter warmly cuddling. She continued playing with my nipple, and I was rapidly becoming more than a little aroused.

Before long, Kerie turned to face me, straddling a bare leg, and opened the top of my robe all the way. She looked at my breasts. My other nipple, even without being touched, was getting hard too, under her gaze.

I held my breath, waiting to see what she would do next. She kept staring at my erect nipples. Then I saw her lick her lips.

“Mommy, when I was a baby, did I suck your nipples and get milk?”

“Yes, darling, you did.”

“Could I do that again now?”

“I — what do you mean?”

“Could I suck your nipples and get milk?”

“Well, no, that is, I mean, I’m not producing milk anymore. That only happens when a woman is breastfeeding a baby.”

“Oh…” She sounded disappointed.

“But — ” I was about to cross yet another line “— you can still suck on them if you want to, honey, even if I don’t have any milk.”

“Can I?” Her face shone with excitement.

“Sure you can.”

I took a breast in my hand and held it up to her. Without hesitation, Kerie bent forward, took the hard nipple into her mouth, and began to suck.

“Oh my fucking god, that feels so good,” I sighed, stroking my daughter’s hair, pulling her close, caressing her.

I could hardly believe everything that was happening. I was teaching an 8-year-old little girl — my own child no less — all about lesbian sex, and it was completely amazing, so exciting, so erotic, so fulfilling, so right.

“Do the other one now,” I whispered.

As she shifted to the other breast, I spread my legs wide apart. My robe by this time was fully open. Sliding a hand down, I rubbed my clit for a moment, then eased two finger inside my cunt. I was incredibly wet, practically dripping onto the chair.

“Mmm, that’s right, baby, don’t stop. You’re making Mommy feel very, very good.”

Kerie looked up at me, a happy smile on her face. She knew exactly what I was doing. I’d seen her glance down as I began to masturbate. But she’d kept her mouth over my nipple the whole time, small hands holding my breast.

“Yes, baby girl, suck Mommy’s nipples. It feels so good.”

After another minute or so, I switched her back to the other breast as I fucked myself faster and faster, my fingers making wet slapping sounds. The smell of pussy in the room was very strong.

For a moment I wondered what someone might think if they came into the kitchen and found us like that. Many people, perhaps most, would be horrified, scandalized. But then I pictured Tina watching us. I was almost sure she would like it very much. And I fantasized that her mother, Valerie, was there as well, becoming excited. Finally I pictured the adorable 10-year-old Becky watching closely, learning all our secrets, wanting to join in. And with that, I suddenly went over the top.

“Mommy’s gonna — unhh — come!!”

I climaxed with two fingers deep inside my pussy, my daughter sucking my nipple. As my thighs slammed together, clamping tight around my hand, I pulled Kerie close, squishing her face between my bare breasts. I groaned and shuddered, my whole body trembling in ecstasy.

When at long last I’d recovered from the powerful orgasm, I slid Kerrie off my lap, then stood up from the chair, letting my robe fall to the floor. After pulling her t-shirt off and tossing it away, I picked my little girl up in my arms and carried her to the couch, where first I fingered her to a climax, then mounted her and fucked her with my pussy until we both came again.

 

And that was how our Saturday morning began, with another delicious session of mother-daughter sex — a perfect way to start the day.

After that enjoyable opening, we ate breakfast together and talked about our plans. There was laundry to do, we needed to go to the grocery store, I had to mow the lawn, and there were several things I wanted to get done in the garden in the backyard before Melissa came over later.

So, we cleaned up the breakfast dishes, got dressed, and Kerie helped me with the chores. She was especially good in the garden. She loved working with flowers and watching them grow and bloom.

A little after 3:00, the phone rang. It was Jae. “Wish me luck,” she said.

“I would,” I grinned, “but I don’t think you’ll need it. You’re so hot any woman would want you.”

“Ooh,” she responded, “are you hitting on me?”

I laughed, “Of course I am!” I wasn’t really, or at least I didn’t think I was, but it felt fun to flirt with her that way even if she was my sister.

“I’m going all out for Rose,” Jae told me. “You know that Cajun place down on the waterfront, Lazare’s? Their food is absolutely great and they do delivery, so I’ve ordered a complete four-course meal, including appetizers. I bought a really expensive bottle of wine to go along with it too.”

“Wow, I hope she appreciates that.”

“I’ll have to work fast tonight. I only have three hours with her for dinner and the seduction. She’s coming over at 6:30, but then she’ll have to leave at 9:30 to go pick up Emily. She’s going to a movie at the mall with her friends.”

“And Melissa is coming over here tonight for a sleepover with Kerie,” I said. “So that’s why Rose is free, for a while anyway. You should feel flattered that she wants to spend that time with you.”

“Yeah, I guess I am. Anyway, sweetie, I’d better go. Still have lots of work to do. I’m gonna take a bath and shave myself, everything, like you do, so I’ll look nice and inviting for Rose’s mouth.”

“Okay,” I chuckled. “Good luck, babe. Love you.”

Rose dropped Melissa off at 4:30, waving to me from the car as she drove away. I hoped she was looking forward to her date tonight with as much excitement as Jae was.

The kids were about to run off and play, but I stopped them and told Melissa I needed to talk with her for a few minutes first. I took them into the living room and we sat on the couch, with me in the middle.

I looked at the two girls for a moment, comparing them.

Although Melissa was a few months older than Kerie, she was an inch or two shorter than my daughter, and even more slender. Like her mother, Melissa would no doubt be quite petite when she grew up. She was wearing shorts with sandals, and a tight-fitting tank top. Her arms and legs were thin, smooth, and hairless. Her skin, a bit darker shade than Kerie’s, was tanned to a toasty golden color. On her chest I could see the beginnings of little breasts. She wouldn’t need a bra for a while yet, but it was clear that she was starting to develop.

The child’s hair, which fell around her shoulders, was a rich chestnut brown, with some natural curl to it. But her most striking feature was her eyes. They were large, round, and sky blue, with long dark lashes setting them off. Such lovely, seductive eyes, I thought. Then I realized I was getting distracted from my task.

“Melissa,” I began, clearing my throat, “I’m so glad you and Kerie are friends. She likes you a lot, and I like you too. And, um, friends will sometimes share things with each other. If they’re really good, close friends, they might tell each other special things that they wouldn’t ever tell anyone else. You know what I mean?”

She nodded but frowned slightly.

“Now, when Kerie was at your birthday party last weekend, she told you a special sort of thing about us, about me and her. She told you about a little game we sometimes play in bed.”

Melissa’s eyes went wide and she began to look frightened.

“It’s okay, honey,” I reassured the girl, patting her knee. “I’m not angry with you or anything, not at all. I just want to make sure you understand that when a friend tells you such a special, private thing, then you have to be very careful not to tell anyone else about it, unless you get permission from the friend first.”

“Cuz other people might think it was wrong or something,” added Kerie.

“That’s right,” I confirmed. “Some people might not see things the same way we do. They might get upset or be mad at us if they knew the sort of games we play.”

Melissa’s big eyes were looking into mine. She was so pretty I wanted to kiss her.

“So, after Kerie told you last week about the things that she and I do, about that special game we play with each other in bed at night, did you tell anyone else about it?”

She shook her head. “Uh-uh.”

“Are you sure?”

“Yeah, I didn’t tell anyone.”

“Okay, good.” I patted her knee again. “And it would be best if you don’t tell anyone, all right? Not unless you talk with me first about it. Will you promise me that?”

She nodded again, looking very earnest and sincere.

I smiled at the girl, resisted the urge to kiss her, and instead tweaked her little nose with my thumb and forefinger. “We’ve got that all settled, then. I’m glad. Thank you for sitting down with me for a little talk. I appreciate it.”

“You’re welcome,” she smiled.

“Now, I was planning to cook hamburgers outside for dinner, and we’ll have homemade french fries too. Does that sound good?”

“Uh-huh,” said both girls.

“And we’ve got root beer to drink, and strawberry ice cream for dessert.”

“Yay!” they clapped.

“So why don’t you two run outside and play, and I’ll get started on dinner in a little while, okay?”

“Okay!”

Kerie leaned in to kiss my cheek, and the two sprites scampered out to play on the swing set in the backyard.

Around 5:30, I served our dinner on a picnic table on the back patio. We had a nice time together, enjoying the food, laughing and joking. When they’d finished their burgers and fries, I gave the kids each a big dish of ice cream, and they really enjoyed that. Then they went inside to play in Kerie’s room while I cleaned everything up.

Later we watched a movie together, Inside Out, which the girls loved, and I did too, to be honest. I made them get ready for bed at 9:00, even though I knew they likely wouldn’t be asleep for hours. After I had them at least somewhat settled down, I went and took a bath, shaving and masturbating, making myself come a couple of times, then put on a nightgown. That was something I normally wouldn’t do, of course, but I figured it was a good idea just in case the kids came to my room for some reason.

I got in bed a few minutes before 10:00 with a long novel I’d been slowly working my way through. Just as I was opening the book, my cell phone rang. I picked it up from the table beside the bed and looked at the display. It was Jae.

“Hey, how’d everything go?” I asked.

“Oh, wow, it was great, just great. I wanna tell you all about it,” she said. “But, um, is it okay if I come over?”

“Now?”

“Yeah, I mean, I’m still feeling kind of wound up, and, well, Rose had to go pick up her daughter and I just don’t want to be alone. You don’t mind, do you?”

“No, it’s fine, I don’t mind,” I laughed. “I’m already in bed, though, in my jammies, so…”

“That’s okay. I’ll see you in a couple minutes. Bye!” She hung up.

Shaking my head in amusement, I got up and slipped into a robe, then went out to wait for my sister to arrive.

I was surprised how quickly she showed up. Jae lived about ten minutes away from us, but it was less than ten minutes before I heard her car pull up and she knocked on the door. She must have been all set to go when she called me — or maybe she was already on the way.

At any rate, I unlocked the front door and let her in. “Hi, babe,” I smiled.

My sister was beaming. She grabbed my face in her hands and kissed me on the mouth. “Oh my god, I have so much to tell you!” she gushed.

“Okay,” I said with a chuckle. “Come on in and let’s sit down. Want something to drink? Maybe a glass of wine?”

“Sure, that sounds good.”

“Red or white?”

“I don’t care. Even something harder would be good.”

I laughed. “I don’t have anything harder. But I can open a bottle of sparkling Burgundy that I just bought.”

“Okay, that’s fine.”

Jae followed me into the kitchen, popping herself onto the counter as I got the wine from the fridge and started opening it. She was wearing a leather miniskirt, so short that her lacy black panties were staring me in the face. Obviously dressed for seduction.

“So, how’d it go with Rose?” I asked.

Swinging her feet, she gave me a saucy grin. She’d left her shoes by the door, and her legs were bare. I could smell her perfume, and another scent as well, something more earthy.

“Is that wine good with pussy?” she winked. “Cause that’s what my mouth tastes like.”

“Jae, that’s naughty!” I giggled, as I filled two glasses.

She jumped down from the counter. “I know, that’s how I feel. Naughty and happy.”

I handed a glass to her. “Here’s to pussy,” Jae said, clinking her glass against mine.

“I’ll drink to that.”

We went into the living room and sat on the couch, side by side, our legs touching. I patted her knee. “Okay, tell me all about it,” I urged, “and don’t leave anything out.”

I heard the whole story. It began with Rose arriving at Jae’s townhouse at 6:30, wearing a sexy dress, showing plenty of cleavage, and presenting my sister with a big bouquet of flowers.

“Aw, that’s sweet,” I said. “So romantic.”

“It is. She’s really a doll.”

She told me they started kissing right away, before even sitting down or anything. Rose handed her the flowers, Jae thanked her, and suddenly they were in each other’s arms.

“My god, she is so hot, Shelly, like a wildcat. She was biting my lips and clawing at me. I mean, I knew she’d be good, or I thought she would, but I never thought she’d be like that. I loved it!”

Somehow they’d managed to restrain themselves, limiting that opening round to heavy kissing and groping. Then they had drinks and appetizers, playfully feeding each other and kissing some more. The prepared dinner was ready, of course, so they ate while flirting and talking.

“What did you guys talk about?” I asked.

“Uh, well, mostly about our histories, comparing experiences and stuff. Also about what we both like best, when making love I mean. Rose’s favorite thing is kissing. She said it started when she was really young, like fifth or sixth grade — you know, kissing other girls, for practice, ha-ha.”

“Yeah,” I giggled, “like you used to do with me.”

“Uh-huh. Oh, and did you know she has a sister too? An older sister. She lives in Europe now. But Rose said when she was young, her sister kissed her all the time. I mean, really kissed, with tongues and everything.”

“Wow.”

“After we finished our dinner, we went back to the sofa and started kissing again. And Shelly, we kissed for a long time. We still had our clothes on, mostly. I mean, our shoes were off, and she had my blouse unbuttoned, but instead of going farther right away, we just kissed and kissed and kissed…”

“Nice.”

“I know, isn’t it?” Jae smiled, a dreamy look on her face. “In fact, it’s funny. Rose told me she’s bi, except she really prefers women because of all the kissing. She said men will kiss some to get started, but that’s not really what they care about. I wouldn’t know, of course, since I’ve never had sex with a man, but I sure do love kissing Rose.”

“Is that all you did, just kiss?”

“No, of course not, silly. We kissed for maybe fifteen minutes, and then finally she started moving down to my neck, biting and sucking and everything. See this?” She pointed to a big hickey.

“Yeah, I noticed that earlier, when you came in.”

“I have one on my tit too, and another one on my thigh, right by my pussy.”

“Wow.”

“I’m not kidding, Shelly, that woman is a wildcat.”

Jae went on to tell me, in graphic detail, all about their lovemaking. It was pretty hot to listen to. By the time she was done, we’d polished off the bottle of Burgundy and both were feeling tipsy.

“I really don’t think I oughta drive,” she said. “Okay if I stay here tonight?”

“Yeah, of course, it’s fine. Um, you want to sleep in my bed? Or would you rather, like, take the couch?” (Our small house had only two bedrooms.)

“No, I’ll sleep with you,” she laughed. “Unless you think I have cooties.”

So, my sister and I headed down the hall to my room. I stopped briefly outside Kerie’s door, putting my ear to it. I could hear the two little girls talking and giggling. It was only about 11:00 then, and I wasn’t surprised to find them still awake. But I knocked on the door and called, “Kids, don’t stay up too late, all right?”

“Okay, Mommy,” came Kerie’s voice, “we won’t.” Followed by more giggles.

Continue on to Chapter 10

5 Comments on Secrets, Chapter 9

  1. Poppabear or PoppaClyde2 says:

    May I be allowed to be a picky editor again? Two odd facts caught my eye.

    The shopping list includes frozen french fries and then the girls are offered home-made french fries? (I prefer home-made ffs, frozen ones are affected by ice crystals forming in the potato)

    The other point is that although my friends know I like smooth pussies, two shavings in one day seems excessive, and dangerous; skin abrasions are liable to become infected.

    I can understand how this can happen in the excitement of the story-telling, but, as we know, that is what redrafting is for.

    • Omigosh, you’re absolutely right about the double-bathing mistake [now edited and fixed]. That’s certainly not what I intended. It’s funny, because I must have read this chapter 15 or 20 times myself and never caught that. My site partners reviewed it too, and no one noticed it. Thanks for using your eagle eyes, Poppa!

      As for the french fries, when Shelly says “home-made,” she simply means she’s cooking the potatoes at home, even though they were bought frozen in a bag.

      • Poppabear or PoppaClyde2 says:

        Two baths in one day seems a lovely idea especially if there are bubbles and lots of lotion. It was just the shaving that concerned me. Heating up frozen french fries would never be my choice, but I am sure the girls didn’t mind. It is a wonderful story, NM and I am sure no one else has noticed.

  2. kim says:

    But I knocked on the door and called, “Kids, don’t stay up too late, all right?”

    “Okay, Mommy,” came Kerie’s voice, “we won’t.” Followed by more giggles.

    you have really fired up our imaginations and we are looking forward to the next chapter. this one was very hot too, loved the nice play in the kitchen 1st thing in the morning between mom and daughter so much.

  3. kraM says:

    I liked it

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