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Happy 2nd Birthday AND 1000th Post, Juicy Secrets!

  • Posted on May 4, 2017 at 2:18 pm

Please join us, dear readers, in celebrating the second anniversary of the founding of our site. Have a piece of birthday cake, read the messages below from Naughty Mommy, JetBoy, and Cheryl Taggert, and also congratulate yourself on being a valuable part of something truly wonderful and unique.

Cheryl’s message:

Oh, my! What a fast two years it has been. Once again, the three of us who started this little endeavor have decided to post a blog entry to celebrate the anniversary of the Juicy Secrets site going LIVE for our readers, this one the site’s second birthday. However, this time, there’s more to celebrate!

As of today, we posted the 1,000th entry at the JS site! That is a LOT of stories, chapters, and submissions by Anonymous for your enjoyment. That number also indicates how busy we all have been here. This site takes a lot of work, and I believe that hard work shows in the quality of material we feature here. If the average number of words per entry is 2,500 words, that means there are around 2.5 MILLION words dedicated to erotic stories for your reading pleasure!

We’ve not done this on our own, either. Our accomplishment is shared by twenty-one other authors whose work now appears on the Other Authors page, as well as the forty-six authors represented on the Best of Leslita tab of the Juicy Secrets website. A few of those Leslita authors are also contributors listed on the Other Authors page, of course, but I’m sure you get the idea. There are MANY excellent authors represented here. And those numbers are as of today’s date as I write this, April 26, 2017. These numbers could increase by the posting date for this blog entry.

That is no small feat in itself. There are many here who would attest that there are many stories we turn down for various reasons. Some are well-written but stray too far from the lesbian themes we choose to feature. Others could be well-written if the authors chose to complete a re-write and re-submit the work, and still others are just not up to the level of quality we seek here for our erotic literature.

As many of you are painfully aware, many authors found on the Net can be, well, rather lacking in talent. Some stories out there are so bad they can make readers laugh. Others are so brief that about the only thing that happens is a character reaches an orgasm — probably about the same time the piece’s author did. I call these stories “wankers,” an apt name if you ask me.

Fortunately, the work of the vast majority of authors who submit work to us does not fall into that last category. In fact, I don’t believe we have received a “wanker” since the early months of our website’s existence. I believe people recognize the quality of the stories we feature here and choose not to submit something unless they feel it is worth our time to read. Sometimes it isn’t quite there, but lately the writing we have received is extremely good. For one thing, we keep getting submissions from many of the authors whose work we have already posted. And the first submissions we receive now are considerably better than the first submissions we were getting early in the life of Juicy Secrets.

I recently emailed my partners here and “complained” that I no longer had enough time to read every story and chapter we post here. I will read the first chapter — or at least most of it — when it is submitted for consideration; however, I am woefully behind on reading subsequent chapters. That is because there is just so much that is coming in now that we are posting, and subsequent chapters roll in regularly!

As of this writing, there are 23 drafts either being worked on by the site owners to prepare for publication on the website or simply waiting in the wings for a publication date. Furthermore, there are 7,348 comments from readers and the three owners. By the time this blog posts, those comments will be above 7,400, and the draft numbers will probably remain about the same, meaning we will have posted as many as we receive between now and then.

I am so happy my partners contacted me and asked if I wanted to go in with them on this venture. It is a labor of love for all three of us, and I am honored to be a part of it.

So, here’s to you, faithful readers! Thank you for an amazing two years. We hope you are around for many more!

JetBoy’s message:

When Naughty Mommy first reached out to me in early 2015, asking if I thought it would be a good idea to start her own story website featuring lesbian erotica, my response was immediate: Yes, you totally should, and can I be a part of it? Cheryl responded in much the same way, and we were off to the races. The starter’s pistol is fired; we’re off and running!

At the time, we had no idea how our little venture would fare. Would we be able to get the site established without getting shut down by the censors and moral arbiters of the internet? Could we negotiate the many technical ins and outs of setting up and running a website in the first place, considering that among our eager trio, only Naughty Mommy had any real computer know-how? Were there enough potential readers out there to give a damn about what we were striving to create?

Then, once Juicy Secrets was up and functioning, we were confronted by another crucial question: would there be other writers out there who would be interested in offering us quality stories of their own… or authors we loved who might be coaxed out of retirement to write once more?

Two years and a thousand site entries later, you can see for yourself how those questions were answered… and how deliriously happy we are with the results.

My partners and I have amassed a veritable library of sapphic fiction — great stories old and new. We’ve archived many quality works from the past (and will continue to unearth more). We’ve encouraged writers who had laid down their pens to take them up again. Best of all, our humble site has attracted an impressive roster of newer authors… and 2017 has seen what once was a mere trickle of submitted stories build into a steady stream, one that sometimes feels like a flash flood. Honestly, we’re busier with Juicy Secrets than ever!

It’s a lot of work, maintaining a site like this so that it consistently meets the high standards we set from Day One… but it’s a task done out of love for lesbian erotica, pride taken in making our humble corner of the internet the very best it can be, but mostly our desire to please you — to quicken your heartbeat, get your juices flowing and, most importantly, bring you orgasms of wall-shaking intensity.

All honor to my beautiful and talented partners, Naughty Mommy and Cheryl; to the dozens of fine authors whose works grace our site; and to you, our readers. Your ideas, your suggestions, your energy, your affection and your wonderful selves are the fuel that keeps Juicy Secrets chugging along. May the Great Kahuna rain blessings upon you all.

Naughty Mommy’s message:

Well, another year has flown by — but as people of a certain age like to say, we’re not getting older, we’re getting better! I certainly hope that’s true of Juicy Secrets.

Perhaps we should look back one year and see how much things have changed since our site’s first birthday. As of May 4, 2016, we had published a total of 132 different stories from 47 separate authors. Pretty impressive, right? Well, I’m proud to say that we now have over 200 different sexy stories here — 201, to be exact — from 71 authors! That’s a huge and expanding library of kinky lesbian erotica for you to come here and enjoy reading.

What’s been most exciting to me is the growth in our roster of Other Authors. One year ago we still had only seven of them, to go along with the three of us, your site owners. That meant you were seeing new stories and chapters from ten different writers; very good, to be sure, but nowhere near as good as it could be. Because in the past twelve months, we have welcomed another fourteen excellent writers of boundary-pushing erotica who are now publishing their stories on our site. And, of course, as Cheryl mentioned, these are not just your average hacks, churning out predictable, substandard porn. We are very careful to accept only the highest quality of writing.

I think that’s quite evident if you take a look at some of the truly remarkable multi-chapter entries we have going on right now — like “A Young Desert Rose” by Sunnybunny, “My Family, Friends, and Sex” by Purple Les, “How My Niece Juli Came To Be My Vixen” from Openmindedwoman, “A Girl Named Charlie” by Amanda Lynn, “Bo and Me” by Unfastened Belts, and the latest masterpiece from Girl Lover, “Ultimate Surrender.” All of these are stories you can really sink your teeth into, with intriguing plots, compelling characters, realistic situations, and, oh yes, extremely hot sex. Great, great stuff.

So, are people actually reading all this great great stuff? Indeed, I’m pleased to say that they are, and in increasing numbers too. As the chart below shows (from Google Analytics), we’ve been seeing a strong and steady growth of visitors to the site. You are not alone in enjoying this very special niche-brand of lesbian erotica — there are plenty of us out there!

What will the next year bring? It’s hard to say for sure, but my guess is that Juicy Secrets will publish a whole lot of terrific stories and chapters from even more wonderful authors, and that our beloved readers will enjoy many more satisfying orgasms. As we like to say, keep coming and coming back!

❤ ❤ ❤   Hugs and kisses from Naughty Mommy, JetBoy, and Cheryl   ❤ ❤ ❤

Spying on Hallie, Part Three

  • Posted on May 4, 2017 at 12:09 pm

By Naughty Mommy

Hallie and I, both naked, sat on her unmade bed facing one another. Our fingers were wet and gooey, the room filled with the scent of pussy, hers and mine. She’d had three orgasms in the past twenty minutes or so and I’d had a couple myself, the last one especially strong as I fucked myself while watching her do the same.

Was this wrong? A mom and her teenage daughter masturbating together? I’m sure most people would say it was, although maybe that’s because they’ve never tried it. For me, what we’d done was supremely satisfying, not only the fulfillment of a long-held erotic fantasy, but also warm and intimate, a way for us to feel closer, to strengthen our bond.

Now, however, I had to answer a question. Hallie wanted us to do more than just masturbate. She had confessed to being turned on by the idea of mother-daughter incest, admitted that she loved watching porn which showed older women and young girls having sex — and she said she wanted to try that, with me.

I sat staring at her. She raised an eyebrow and cocked her head slightly, waiting for an answer. I knew I had to say something, but I was dumbfounded, speechless.

My mouth felt dry… and yet, as I considered what my daughter had said, tried to envision what she was asking, other parts of me began to respond in a different way. I could sense my nipples growing firm and erect again. My clit tingled and my cunt flushed warm, heavy with renewed moisture. It seemed that my body already knew the answer to her question, even if my mind hadn’t caught up yet.

Finally I found my voice. I cleared my throat and started to speak. But I didn’t say either yes or no, not directly. Instead I changed the subject.

“You, uh, you said there was, that you could watch movies online? Movies about, um, what you’re asking about?”

“Uh-huh,” she nodded. “There’s lots of ‘em.”

“Well, maybe you could show some of them to me, so I can get an idea of what you mean.”

This was an evasion, obviously. But Hallie didn’t seem to notice that or mind it. Her face brightened. “Ooh, really? You want to, Mom?”

“Sure, why not?” I shrugged, affecting a casual attitude quite separate from the roiling tension I felt inside.

“Okay!” She bounced off the bed and went to the computer on her desk, switching it on. Before sitting down, however, she reached into the bottom drawer of the desk and pulled out an old striped beach towel, placing it on the chair. Then she sat.

“Hm,” I said, as I got to my feet, “I’d been wondering where that towel got to.”

“Yeah,” Hallie giggled, “I use it to, I mean, y’know, kinda to catch some of the dripping when I watch this stuff.”

She’d quickly navigated to a porn site and opened up a movie clip. It showed an older woman, around my age, forty-ish, and a girl who looked liked a young teen, perhaps fourteen or fifteen, though I assumed she was likely older than that. They were naked in bed, kissing and caressing.

I stood beside Hallie, a hand on her shoulder. “Is that, uh, a mother and daughter?” I asked.

“Yeah, well, I mean, it’s supposed to be. Except probably not really, in real life.”

“Right.”

“I like this one, though, a lot.”

Hallie was already starting to rub herself as we watched the video, her legs spread apart, fingers moving fast over her clit. I was amazed at how comfortable she seemed to be in displaying her sexuality around me after we’d taken this initial step. I could see absolutely no trace in her of the ambivalence I was battling.

In the movie, the girl was now lying half on top of the woman, one leg over hers, sucking on a nipple. The woman was rubbing her own pussy, masturbating, and the girl had a hand between the woman’s legs, apparently fucking her cunt with a finger or two, although you couldn’t really see that for sure. At any rate, the scene was extremely erotic. Even without any incest connotation, the sex was blazing hot, and when you added that extra dimension, the mother-daughter aspect, it was over the top.

My hand went straight to my crotch. It was automatic. I couldn’t watch something like that without masturbating, no matter what reservations I may have felt. And as I began playing with myself, massaging the fat swollen nub of my clit, dipping down into my heated furrow to bring up some of the abundant slippery juices and smear them around, those reservations seemed to lose their significance.

What difference did it make that Hallie and I were related, that she happened to be my offspring? We were simply having fun together, appreciating the beauty of feminine arousal, enjoying the excitement of lesbian lust, so who the hell cares if she’s my little girl and I’m her mom?

I certainly didn’t care at the point. When I saw the woman in the video starting to come, writhing on the bed with her young lover still sucking her nipple, I sensed my own orgasm quickly approaching — but again, Hallie beat me to it.

“God!” she squealed, her slender thighs slamming together, trapping her hand. She shuddered and jerked, gasping and groaning, and then I came too.

I’m not sure how I managed to remain standing, but I did, although I was leaning heavily on Hallie’s shoulder. When I was almost finished, with most of the spasms over, still trying to settle down and catch my breath but finally able to open my eyes once again, I found my daughter looking at me.

Our faces were very close, only a few inches apart. She was sweaty and flushed, and I’m sure I was too, but my god she was so beautiful, just incredibly sexy.

I smiled weakly, and whispered, “Hi…”

“Hi, Mom.”

Hallie’s eyes were wide. She wore a strange expression, a childlike mixture of surprise, wonder, and eagerness. We gazed at one another for a long moment, without moving, and then she looked down at my mouth, licked her lips, and brought her face slowly forward, nearer to mine.

An instant before making contact, she paused. I could feel my daughter’s moist breath, warm on my lips. And then we kissed.

If there is a single point in time when things totally changed between Hallie and me, when our relationship was forever altered — and very much for the better — it had to be right there. Earlier, when I’d spied on her, and even when we masturbated together on her bed, then again while watching the video, there still was an opportunity, however small, for one or both of us to set limits, to say we will go this far but no further.

After that kiss, there was no turning back.

Her lips met mine. So soft and tender, and yet so full of need, of desire, I nearly swooned. The first kiss was lips on lips, with no tongue, but it was unbelievably erotic and passionate. So much contained in one tiny gesture. I’d kissed my daughter countless times as she was growing up, quite often on the lips, but it had never felt like this before. A thrill coursed through my body. I shivered with excitement, gasping, almost breathless.

Hallie drew away, giggling, “You okay, Mom?”

“Yeah… fine… but kiss me again!”

She did, and this second kiss was much more demonstrative, our hands clutching at one another’s naked bodies, tongues exploring, both of us moaning and panting as our lips slithered around and we sucked at each other’s mouths. It was like a pornographic movie!

And speaking of movies — after we finished that long, extended, very wet kiss, we smiled at one another, foreheads together, then turned at the same time to look at the computer screen.

In the video, the girl was on her back, propped up on her elbows, with the older woman (her ‘mom’) lower on the bed, lying between the girl’s outstretched legs. The woman was holding her own breast in her hand, squeezing it to point the nipple. That nipple was hard and erect. With her free hand, the woman pulled back the girl’s inner labia, exposing her clit. Then she rubbed her nipple over it. It was so fucking hot to see.

“That’s one of the things I wanna try,” said Hallie. “Well, there’s a lot of things I wanna try, but that’s one of ‘em for sure.”

“Really?”

“Yeah!” my daughter nodded enthusiastically, once again making me think of a very young girl.

Of course, she’s barely fifteen, I reminded myself, not so far removed from childhood. She’s still an adolescent, growing and learning. On the cusp of being an adult, perhaps, but with a lot of little girl left inside.

I truly loved that about Hallie, when I could see the small child within her. It was precious to me. On impulse, I hugged her. I was standing and she was still seated, so when I grabbed my daughter and pulled her close, her face ended up squashed between my tits.

She giggled, looking up at me with those big expressive brown eyes.

“So,” I began, hardly believing what I was about to say, “do you want to try that now? What they’re doing?” I nodded toward the screen, my heart beating wildly.

“Can we, Mom? Honest?” Her voice was somewhat muffled, coming from down inside my cleavage.

“Sure, we can.”

“Oh, goodie!”

Hallie jumped up from the chair, small breasts bobbing appealingly, and raced over to the bed. She propped a pillow against the headboard and leaned back on it, her slim legs spread wide open, smooth shaved pussy fully exposed, and beamed at me in gleeful anticipation.

“Do you… want me to turn the computer off first?” I ventured.

“No, I wanna do this!” Hallie opened her legs even wider while using the fingers of both hands to draw back her pussy lips, revealing her pink clit.

“All right.” I left the video running and stepped over to the bed.

Smiling down at my daughter and giving her what I hoped was a seductive leer, I cupped my breasts, plumping them for her admiration, then pinched my nipples hard between my thumbs and forefingers, pulling and twisting them. That hurt a little bit, but it also felt deliciously exciting, sending a jolt to my pussy. I shivered with arousal and my thighs involuntarily clenched together, further stimulating my clit. No doubt about it, I was a woman in heat — and what I craved was sex with my own child!

Hallie giggled, “Come on, Mom, fuck my pussy with your nice big boob.”

Hearing her talk like that almost made me come, just standing there. “Jesus,” I exclaimed, scissoring my thighs again and squeezing my tits. Then I climbed onto the bed, kneeling between her legs, and gazed down at my little girl’s vulva, held wide open for me by her fingers. She was so beautiful, pink and fresh and glistening with moisture. It made my mouth water.

Am I really going to do this? The critical voice inside my head was faint now, but still there. Uh-huh, I sure am, I silently confirmed, smiling inwardly as I lowered myself into position.

“Mmm, god, I can’t wait,” Hallie murmured. “I’ve been thinking about this for so long.”

I glanced up at her, eyebrows raised. “Have you really? For how long?”

“Oh, um, I guess since I was about twelve, when I first starting watching porn. It just, I mean… once I started watching stuff like that, you know, with moms and daughters, it like drove me crazy, made me so excited. I never thought you’d really want to do it, but now I just can’t wait!”

“Well, okay,” I chuckled, “I won’t make you wait any longer, then.”

I scooted in a little closer, bringing my chest nearly into contact with her pussy. Then I took my breast in hand, squeezing it to point the nipple as the woman in the video had done, and rubbed it over my daughter’s clit.

Hallie flinched and gasped, but then immediately urged, in a guttural moan, “Ohhh, god, yesss! That is so nice. Keep doing it, Mom!”

She spread her legs even wider apart, pulling back her labia for me. I had a beautifully clear view of my daughter’s open cunt. Her vagina gleamed pink and wet, so enticing. I could hardly believe I was really there, doing what I was doing. But I didn’t pause more than a few seconds to take in the intoxicating sight. I licked my lips, then brought my hard nipple back to rub over Hallie’s clit.

“Yeah, yeah… oh my god, Mom! It feels so good!”

“You like that, huh?” I managed to gasp. I was nearly delirious with arousal myself, rhythmically clenching my thighs together, scissoring my clit as I lay prone on her bed. I didn’t think I could come that way, not quite, but I was getting pretty close.

“Mmmm, god, I love it, Mom…” Hallie sighed, then asked, “Can you, um, put your nipple inside me? Fuck me with your tit?”

“Inside you? Well, I guess I could try.”

Even though my nipples do get rather long when I’m excited — as I certainly was now — I didn’t think they would really penetrate very far into her vagina. But if that’s what my daughter wanted, who was I to refuse?

I slid a bit lower, then pushed my breast into her sex, trying to force the nipple as deep inside her as it would go. Moving up and down, my breast becoming coated with her slippery juices, I fucked Hallie’s pussy with my tit.

Yes! I was actually doing it, and it seemed to be working, at least partly. Hallie groaned and arched her pelvis, lifting her sex, trying to take me all the way inside her. I looked down at her pussy, at my breast pressing into her, at the gleam of her wetness on my skin. I inhaled the scent of her juices, the delicious aroma of my little girl’s sexual excitement.

Then I looked at her clit. She was still holding her labia back, and her clit stood up, pink and shiny, just waiting for my tongue. Could I do it? Should I do it?

This time, I did not hesitate. In the same instant I had the thought, I lowered my mouth over her clitoris, my tongue bathing the nub, circling, swirling, tickling, my lips nibbling, tugging at her. My breast had slipped down on the bed when I started licking, out of her vulva, but I quickly replaced it with a finger, sliding deep into Hallie’s hot, moist vagina, pumping inside her.

I was fucking her, and sucking her, and it took almost no time at all. Within less than thirty seconds, Hallie screamed and cried and shook, climaxing as her mom ate her cunt.

* * *

Sex with my daughter… I’d really done it. I had licked her and made her come in my mouth. And I felt no remorse at all, not a single regret. As Hallie’s powerful orgasm gradually wound down, I felt nothing but satisfaction, happiness, love, affection — and lust.

Now I wanted more. I wanted to do everything with her.

Even as she was still gasping for breath, shuddering with the final spasms of her prolonged climax, I climbed up on top of my little girl, positioning my pussy over her face. I paused briefly, stroking my sensitive labia with both hands as I waited for her senses to return, for her eyes to come open.

When they did, I said to her, “You want to lick your mom, baby girl?”

A huge grin split her pretty face. She nodded, “Yeah, I do!”

I lowered myself onto her. And as she began to kiss and lick, making the cutest little ‘nom-nom’ sounds, I reflected that this was my first ever experience with lesbian sex. Not even in high school or college had I fooled around or experimented, as a lot of other girls were doing. I’d stuck with men and boys, and with masturbation.

So this was it, the first time I ever made love with another woman. And my partner was not even a woman, but a girl, practically a child, just fifteen years old — not to mention my own daughter!

All this went through my head in a quick second or two as I sat on Hallie’s face. But soon, very soon after that, I lost the ability to think coherently. I was left only with sensations… a tongue inside me, hot and slippery, probing inside my vagina… lips sucking on my clit, hands clutching at my ass, grabbing, squeezing, pulling me in even closer…

My eyes were closed, my hands over my own breasts, massaging them, pinching the nipples. And then, yes, oh yes, I felt that wonderful surge swirling up from deep inside, the throbbing, pulsing, tingling thrill of an approaching orgasm. I was going to come in Hallie’s mouth, come on her face! And this was just so right, so perfect — that much, at least, I was able to comprehend.

Moments later I climaxed, groaning, choking, gasping, holding her head in my hands, pulling my daughter’s mouth into my sex. I came long and hard, and very wetly, gooey juices flowing out, dripping over her cheeks and down her chin.

* * *

That was not quite the end.

After I climbed off her and we rested a few minutes, lying side by side on her bed, occasionally kissing, murmuring our love and affection for one another, Hallie told me there was one more thing she wanted to try.

She got on top of me, placing her pussy directly over mine. My legs were spread apart, open wide. She lay on me and began to move, fucking me pussy to pussy, clit to clit, a teenage girl fucking her mom.

I wasn’t sure this would really work, to be honest, but to my surprise it did.

Hallie eased up and down on me, not very much at first, just the tiniest little movements, her clit kissing my clit. Then, gradually, as the erotic feelings began to build, as our pussies heated up and our lubrication spread around, her movements quickened. She moved faster and faster, and soon I felt that insistent tingle starting again inside my center. I knew then that she could make me come that way, and I hoped she would be able to reach climax too.

I grabbed her butt, pulling her hard against me, lifting my crotch to meet her thrusts. “Come on, baby, fuck me!” I cried. “Fuck Mommy!”

One word was all Hallie said, repeating it again and again, as she pushed her juicy cunt into mine — “Mom, Mom, Mom, Mom!” — and then she came. We came together.

* * *

That movie was still running on her computer. Dimly I could hear it as my senses came back into focus. It was nice enough, extremely hot porn, but nowhere near as good as the real thing.

This, sex with my daughter, was the ultimate for me. I knew deep in my heart that I would never find a lover I wanted more than her.

As it turned out, I didn’t need to. Ever since that day, Hallie and I have remained lovers. She’s in college now, almost ready to graduate, but still lives at home. She has her own little room where she keeps her clothes and things, but she sleeps in my bed with me every night, and we make love just about every night.

Sometimes, though, we like to play a special game, to reminisce. I will hide while she puts on the same clothes she was wearing that afternoon. Then she’ll dance around her bedroom, slowly stripping, and will end up lying on her bed where she’ll masturbate for me while I watch from inside the closet, spying on Hallie, until we both climax. Such fun times for a girl and her mom.

THE END

Spying on Hallie, Part Two

  • Posted on April 30, 2017 at 12:01 pm

By Naughty Mommy

I saw the smile on my teenage daughter’s face. She’d just caught me spying on her, hiding inside her bedroom closet while watching her masturbate. Hallie didn’t seem to be angry with me, however, or horrified at what had happened. She was actually smiling.

But then I thought I detected something else, a hint of uncertainty behind her smile, and perhaps some fear as well.

I stepped out of the closet, removing my hand from inside my terry shorts. My fingers were wet and sticky.

“Honey, I, I’m sorry,” I stammered, “I, well, I don’t want to upset you. I know this is awkward, to say the least, and, I, I… I don’t know what else to say.”

Hallie blinked, panting as she recovered from a just-completed orgasm. She pushed some hair away from her sweaty face, then said, “It’s, um… it’s okay, I guess.”

“Are you sure?”

“Yeah. But, um, have you, like, done that before?”

“No, no, I haven’t. This is the first time.” I sat down on the open bed beside her, placing a hand on her shoulder. “Are you really sure you’re all right? You’re not angry with me? I could certainly understand if you were.”

Hallie was sitting on her knees, one hand still between her legs, gently rubbing her pussy. She’d made no effort to take it away. She licked her lips, then said, “Did you, I mean, did you like watching me?”

“Yes, of course I did. It, well, I know this might sound weird, but it’s very exciting to watch someone do that.”

“Even, um, your own daughter?”

Especially my own daughter.” The words came out before I could stop them. Luckily Hallie didn’t seem to mind this admission. Quite the opposite, in fact.

“Wow, really?” Her smile was much broader than before, and now I could see no more trace of worry or fear.

“Yes, really. And, uh, I’ll tell you the truth. I’ll make a confession. Although this is the first time I’ve ever watched you, it’s not the first time that I sort of spied on you. Before I was just listening, though, outside your bedroom door, at night.”

“You were?”

“Uh-huh, and, well, I not only listened, but, you know, I played with myself too, because it turned me on so much hearing you.”

“It did?”

“Yes, it did, very much.”

“Wow, Mom, that’s awesome.”

“Are you sure? You really don’t mind?”

“No, I think it’s totally cool. I’m glad it turns you on. It’s, um, I know this might sound weird, but I like thinking about you that way. You know, like being sort of sexual and stuff. Getting excited and playing with yourself. I like thinking about that.”

“You do?”

“Yeah.”

“Is that… what you were thinking about just now? Before, I mean, when you were rubbing yourself? Were you thinking about me then?”

She nodded, wagging her eyebrows, “Uh-huh.”

I grinned at my lovely naked fifteen-year-old daughter. “What would you think about… well, about doing it together? You know, maybe watching each other while we both masturbate…”

“That would be so great, Mom.” Her hand was moving faster now between her legs. It appeared that she had already begun.

“Okay, good. So, you want to do it now?”

“Uh-huh.” She shifted around slightly on the bed, facing toward me, one hand on her firm young breasts, squeezing them and fondling the nipples, the other hand stroking her pussy.

“Is it all right if I… get naked too?” I asked.

“Sure, of course. I want you to.” Again the eyebrows wagged, seductively it seemed to me.

I stood for a moment, pushing down my shorts and stepping out of them. I wore no panties. My pubic hair is trimmed fairly close, but not shaved except around the edges. I saw Hallie’s gaze go to my crotch, and then, as I lifted the tank top up and off, her eyes fastened on my nipples, which were stiffly erect.

Cupping my breasts in my hands, plumping them up and jiggling them, I said, “Not too bad for an old lady, huh?”

I’ll admit to being rather proud of my boobs. They’re nice and full and round, even as I approach my late thirties. The nipples, when I’m excited (or cold), become long and thick, impossible to hide under almost any bra. Not that I try to hide them. It doesn’t bother me having people see the shape of my nipples beneath my clothing. I enjoy attracting attention that way, especially when I find women or teenage girls ogling me, which happens more often than you might expect.

So, I love my boobs. I play with them a lot when I masturbate, squeezing them, pulling and twisting the nipples, sometimes raising them toward my face to run my tongue over the tips. The rest of my body is not that great, I’m afraid. My legs are shorter and thicker than I would like, my butt is too big, and I’ve definitely got some tummy as well.

Hallie didn’t seem to mind that, though. She smiled and nodded as her gaze swept up and down my naked body. “Really nice, Mom. Very hot.”

“You think so?”

“Yeah, I do.” She licked her lips. Both hands were working between her legs now, one on her clit, the other a little lower, at her vagina.

I climbed onto the bed, taking the same position as Hallie, facing her. Our knees were almost touching. She kept staring at my breasts, eyes going back and forth from one to the other. I took them in my hands again, massaging them, then pinching the erect nipples. That sent a jolt of erotic electricity straight to my pussy. I shivered with excitement.

Hallie shuddered too, her young body aquiver, fingers moving even faster. “Uh-huh, uh-huh,” she uttered in a high-pitched moan.

“Hey, slow down, girl. You’re gonna come before I even get started,” I teased.

She giggled. “That’s okay. I can come way more than once — as you know if you’ve been listening to me at night.”

Her forwardness surprised me. It made me wonder if perhaps I’d only imagined sensing some fear or uncertainty beneath her smile earlier. It could be that I was projecting my own doubts and worries onto my daughter. Right now she seemed nothing but eager and ready.

“I love your boobs, Mom. They are so great.”

“Thanks, baby. Yours are cute too.”

I slid one hand down to my crotch. My lips were coated with slippery moisture. I found my clit, tickling it with the tip of a lubricated middle finger. It wouldn’t take long until I’d be ready.

But Hallie already was.

“Mom—Mom—Mom!” she suddenly gasped, eyes squeezing shut, face turning red. Her legs came together, clamping around her hands. I watched her beautiful body repeatedly jerk, jolted by the climactic spasms, heard her grunting and groaning, even smelled the evidence of her powerful, wet orgasm.

This was so unbelievable. I was actually doing what I’d only fantasized about. I was there with my daughter, both naked on her bed, and we were masturbating together. I was watching her come. This was everything I’d ever dreamed.

As I waited for her to finish, I moved my thighs farther apart, leaning back a little. With one hand still on my clit, I used the other to spread my pussy lips open. I wanted Hallie to clearly see what I was going to do next, when she was ready.

That didn’t take too long. After a few more seconds, she opened her eyes, grinning sheepishly. “Well, that’s one. Or, I guess two, if you count the one before when you were hiding in the closet.”

“Uh-huh.” I nodded. “So, you want to watch your mom fuck herself now?”

Her eyes went wide. “Ooh, yeah…”

Holding my lips open, letting my daughter get a good look my juicy vagina, I said, in a husky whisper, “Watch me now, baby. I want you to watch.”

Slowly I pushed the two middle fingers of my right hand deep inside. I was fully lubricated, and they slid in easily. Of course, I fuck myself almost every night, usually with two fingers and sometimes with three. My cunt was used to this. Shoving my fingers in as far as they would go, I reached, finding my g-spot, pressing, rubbing, feeling the tingle of arousal spread throughout my body.

“Watch me, honey. I want you to watch me come.”

“Okay. But, um, can I do it too?” Hallie asked, in an excited, little girl voice.

“Of course you can, baby. Let’s do it together.”

So we both did it. I watched as my daughter inserted one finger into her vagina, though only up to the second knuckle. Then she giggled, “Okay, I’m ready.”

“Good, so am I.”

I spread my legs even wider apart, exposing my sex to her. I had two fingers deep inside my cunt and a thumb rubbing my clit. My other hand was kneading my breasts, playing with my hard nipples. I was definitely ready.

“I like watching you, Mom,” she said.

“Do you?”

“Uh-huh, it turns me on.”

“It turns me on too.”

We sat together on her bed, knees almost touching, and fucked ourselves, mother and daughter watching each other masturbate.

Although I was already on the edge, very close, again it was Hallie who got there first. She certainly was right about being able to climax more than once.

Within perhaps thirty seconds of sliding her finger in and out of her pussy, her beautiful young body suddenly stiffened. She gasped and squealed, her eyes squeezing shut. It was so amazing to see my own daughter come, so incredibly erotic. And of course it put me over the top.

I came extremely hard, groaning loudly, almost growling in my incestuous lust. This deliciously forbidden orgasm lasted a very long time, wave after wave pleasure bursting from my center. It was all I could do not to topple over on the bed, but somehow I managed to remain seated on my knees. Both hands were now clasped between my legs, squeezing and pressing in, massaging my sex, extending the climax.

At last I was finished. Slowly I opened my eyes, shivering with a couple of residual spasms. “Whew! That was… that was great.”

“Yeah, Mom — wow, I mean, it was awesome seeing you that way! I love it!”

Hallie was all smiles. As I watched, she removed the finger from inside her pussy and brought it to her mouth, sucking on it, tasting her juices unselfconsciously. She seemed to have no reservations at all about what we were doing. It made me glad, somehow, to know that I’d raised a child without any hangups, who appeared comfortable with her own sexuality — and with mine too!

I shook my head in disbelief as I thought about all this. If you’d told me a few months earlier that soon I would be sitting on Hallie’s bed with her, both naked, our fingers shoved deep inside our cunts, playing with ourselves, I’d have said you were completely crazy. That could never happen. Mothers and daughters simply didn’t do that sort of thing with each other.

And yet there we were. It was real. We’d actually done it, and I loved it.

“You okay, Mom?” Hallie asked, bringing me out of my reverie.

“Uh, yeah… I was just… thinking about stuff.”

“About what kind of stuff?” she smiled, cocking her head adorably.

“Well, um,” and then I said something that surprised me. I wasn’t planning to ask her this, but it came out anyway. “I was just wondering, when I was in the closet watching you before, and you were masturbating, I’m pretty sure I heard you say, ‘Mom, Mom.’ Is that what you were saying?”

She nodded, grinning. “Uh-huh.”

“So, what were you thinking about then? I mean, why did you say that?”

“Well… you won’t get mad, will you?”

“No, honey, of course I won’t get mad. You can tell me anything, and it’ll be fine, I promise.”

“Okay.”

Hallie took a deep breath. Her eyes were fastened on mine. She swallowed, then said, “See, it’s, um, it’s ‘cause of the kind of porn I like to watch. They have these movies that you can see online, and they’re, like, well, they’re supposed to be mothers and daughters together, you know, having sex. I mean, I don’t think they’re really related, just actresses, but they pretend to be anyway, and I like watching that. It gets me so excited. And, um, that’s what I was thinking about when you heard me say that.”

“So when I heard you say ‘Mom’ while you were playing with yourself, you were thinking about me?”

She nodded, arching her eyebrows.

“About… having sex with me?”

Another nod.

I didn’t say anything else, couldn’t say anything else. I just sat there staring at her. This was way beyond what I’d expected, and I had no idea how to react. I was at a loss.

“Is that, I mean, is that okay?” Hallie asked.

I cleared my throat, managing to say, “Are you asking, is it okay if you think that, or if we do it? Which one?”

She shrugged, smiling sheepishly. “Both, I guess.”

It was hard to accept the words I was hearing. They almost defied comprehension. My teenage daughter was admitting, right out loud, that she wanted to have sex with me, with her own mom!

What should I do? What should I say?

Continue on to Part Three

Spying on Hallie, Part One

  • Posted on April 25, 2017 at 12:00 pm

By Naughty Mommy

The first time it happened was about three months ago.

I came home early from work one afternoon and when I went upstairs to change my clothes and passed by my daughter’s bedroom door, I heard something that made me stop and listen.

   …moaning, panting, gasping, groaning… 

I recognized those sounds, and I was sure I knew what they meant. God knows I’d made them often enough myself in bed late at night — fondling my nipples, rubbing my clit, fucking my pussy, trying my best to stay quiet (though not always successfully), while bringing myself to orgasm over and over again.

Yes, I love masturbating. It’s the best sex I’ve ever had, to tell the truth. Of course, I haven’t really had that much sex. A couple of boys in high school, a few more in college, then my husband, Rick, and in the ten years since he’d left us, nothing but my hands and fingers. Still, that’s been enough. Quite satisfying, in fact. I love to masturbate, to please myself, and I do it pretty much every night. I’m very good at it.

It seemed apparent from what I could hear as I stood outside her door, that my daughter, recently turned fifteen, had inherited my tendencies. I suppose I’d assumed all along that she’d been playing with herself. Most girls do, of course, but this was the first direct evidence I’d had of it. And it fascinated me. I knew I should walk away and leave her to her privacy, but somehow I couldn’t. I had to stay and listen.

Then a startling thought occurred to me. What if she wasn’t alone? Could there be someone with her in the bedroom, having sex with her? A boy, or possibly even a girl?

I listened more closely, more carefully, actually pressing my ear to the door. No, I couldn’t hear anyone else. There were no other voices, no other sounds from anyone except my daughter, Hallie. She was alone, I was certain of it, and she was masturbating.

Now I really should walk away, I told myself.

But I didn’t. I stayed and listened some more. I listened closely to the heavy breathing, the sexy grunts and groans. I could even hear, it seemed, the wet slushy sound of Hallie’s fingers working between her legs. Maybe that was only my imagination, I don’t know, but I was sure I could hear that too.

And oh my god, it turned me on.

Who knows why these things happen? Who can say what will excite us? Is it wrong to become aroused when you picture your own daughter masturbating? When you listen to her and hear the excitement building, when you can tell she’s approaching an orgasm? I don’t know about anyone else, but it certainly turned me on.

Suddenly I realized something. I was not only listening to her, but I was rubbing myself as well. My hand, unconsciously, had moved to my crotch, was pressing in on my mound through my slacks and pantyhose, massaging my clit.

That’s when I finally did decide to leave her door. Instead of going to my bedroom, however, and changing out of my work clothes, I headed back downstairs to the kitchen where I poured myself a glass of white wine, and waited.

I waited… I sipped the wine… and I thought about Hallie, about what she was doing. God, it just turned me on so much.

I simply couldn’t help it. My hand down slid to my crotch again. But this time I opened my slacks and pushed my fingers inside. I was wet, very wet. I stroked myself and it didn’t take long, not long at all.

Within only a minute or so, I brought myself to climax. That was even faster than usual. I must have been right on the edge already, just from listening to her and thinking about it, thinking about my teenage daughter rubbing her pussy.

When I finished, I raised the hand to my face, licking my fingers, loving the taste of my juices. Then I zipped and buttoned my slacks, and drank some more wine. I stood leaning against the kitchen counter, my breathing slowly returning to normal, occasionally sniffing my fingers, waiting for her.

Ten minutes later, I heard her bedroom door open, her bare feet coming down the stairs. She entered the kitchen, wearing gym shorts and a t-shirt, obviously braless.

“Oh!” She looked startled to see me. “Um… hi, Mom.”

“Hi, honey.”

“What are you doing home? Isn’t it kind of early?”

It was about 4:30 by then. Normally I wouldn’t get home until around 5:45. “Yeah, the boss had something to do, so he closed the office early today. No big deal.”

“Oh, okay.” A moment’s hesitation, then, “So, uh, how long have you been here?”

“Not very long, only a couple minutes.”

“All right.”

And that’s all that was said.

Perhaps I should have taken the opportunity then to speak with my daughter about the facts of life, about hormones, sexual urges, masturbation, and so on. But I didn’t. I could vividly recall how embarrassed I had been when my own mother sat me down when I was thirteen for a very awkward talk about the birds and the bees. I hated that, and I vowed never to repeat such a scene with my own child. Unless she came to me herself and asked for information, which she never had, the sex education she got in school would have to suffice.

* * *

That first time I listened outside her door was basically an accident, but the subsequent instances definitely were not. These other occasions did not occur in the afternoon, however, but in the evening.

I would say goodnight to Hallie, go to my room, shut the door and get ready for bed, and then just wait. After half an hour or so, I would quietly leave my bedroom and stand outside of hers, listening.

Sometimes there were no sounds at all, or just meaningless, incidental noises. But more often than not, when I listened through her door at night, I would hear what I was hoping to hear. I heard my daughter masturbating.

I did it too as I listened to her. I played with myself, a hand between my folds, teasing my erect clit, fucking my cunt, trying to time it so I would come at the very same time that she did.

I knew this was dangerous. How could I possibly explain it if Hallie suddenly opened the door and discovered me there, doing what I was doing? I knew it was a risk, but I didn’t care. It was worth it. And anyway, from what I could tell she seemed completely preoccupied with her own activities.

This went on for several weeks. Almost every night I would listen outside her door, and almost every night I would hear her masturbate, bringing herself to orgasm as I did the same.

This was intensely exciting to me. I would close my eyes and picture her as I rubbed my pussy, seeing my lovely teenage daughter in my mind, playing with herself. It was almost as though she and I were doing it together, in the same room with each other, in the very same bed — and that forbidden thought drove me wild with lust. It was so wrong, and yet so arousing, so desirable.

I remember making a promise to myself on one of those steamy nights that I would never go any further. This was enough. It was okay for me to fantasize about these other things, but that’s all it would ever be, just a deliriously exciting fantasy.

Soon, however, perhaps inevitably, there came a time when I needed more. Just listening to Hallie masturbate was not enough. I wanted to see her doing it too.

Was that idea crazy, insane? I tried to tell myself that’s exactly what it was — a foolish, stupid, crazy idea. Except the more I thought about it, the more I became convinced that I had to do it. And so I did.

It was on a Thursday, a day when I knew my daughter had no after-school activities and was likely to come straight home. Following lunch, I told my boss I wasn’t feeling well, that I must have eaten something bad, and he gave me the rest of the day off.

I parked the car in the garage so she wouldn’t see it. After changing out of my work clothes into loose terry shorts and a thin tank top, with no panties and no bra, I went to Hallie’s bedroom to wait. From her window, I could see the front sidewalk.

As I expected, at around 3:30 she came walking up, alone, lugging her backpack. She entered the house, and I hid inside her closet.

This was a huge risk, by far the biggest I’d taken yet. What if she found me in there? What could I say? There would be no way to rationalize it. My heart was pounding as I listened for her coming up the stairs.

I heard her bedroom door open, heard her drop her heavy backpack on the floor. I’d left a small crack in the closet door, only an inch or so, enough for me to see her unmade bed but not much else. As she moved around the room, sometimes I could see her and sometimes I couldn’t. But I saw that she was wearing earphones and listening to her iPod, sort of dancing along with a song. Then I saw that she was starting to take off her clothes.

She danced and sang, a bit out of tune, swaying to the beat as she kicked off her shoes, pulled off her socks, opened and pushed down her jeans, and then her panties too. Now all she wore was a little pink t-shirt.

A faster song came on. Hallie bounced around the room, twerking, shaking her beautiful butt. I saw that her pussy was shaved. Although we’d never talked about it, it didn’t really surprise me. I knew most high school girls did that now.

A minute or two later, she stopped dancing, took out the earphones, and set the iPod on her nightstand. After lifting her t-shirt up and off, she undid her bra and let it fall to the floor. This left her completely nude.

She stepped out of my view for a moment, and I wondered what she was doing. Perhaps she was looking at her reflection in the full-length mirror on the back of her bedroom door. I couldn’t tell from my vantage point. Anyway, she soon returned. I watched as she lay down on the open bed, on her back, and began to play with herself.

God, I was insane with lust. I was actually seeing it! My beautiful teenage daughter was masturbating, and I was watching her. I slid one hand inside my shorts, the other under my tank top. My pussy was very wet, my nipples stiff and throbbing.

Hallie started with her hands on her small breasts, fingers caressing her nipples. Her head was on the pillow, eyes closed. I saw her licking her lips as the tips of her fingers teased and circled her swollen nipples. Her legs were crossed, thighs squeezed tightly together, scissoring.

I moved up closer to the crack in the closet door, carefully easing it open a little wider. I had to be able to see better. If Hallie happened to look in that direction, she’d probably discover me hiding there, but by then I didn’t care much about that. My lust was nearly out of control.

As I watched, she pulled up her knees, spreading her slim legs, both hands slowly sliding down to her crotch. She stroked her smooth shaved mound, then used her fingers to part her labia. I could clearly see moisture glistening inside, and it made my mouth water.

My own clit felt huge under my fingers, slippery with my juices. I knew I couldn’t make myself come, couldn’t take the chance of getting caught. But it would have been so easy, so very easy. I was right on the edge.

Hallie’s eyes were still closed. She licked her lips as she played with her pussy, and it looked as if she might be whispering something, but I couldn’t make out what it was. I saw her slowly push a finger inside herself, and I did the same thing in the closet, imitating her, mother and daughter both fucking our cunts.

I heard a gasp, a groan. Her whole body shuddered. I didn’t think she’d come yet, not quite yet, but it seemed that she was very close, almost there.

Then suddenly she surprised me. She turned over onto her belly. Both hands were still between her legs. She began moving, slowly at first, humping her fingers, then gradually faster, faster, faster. I heard her panting, moaning, and murmuring to herself again. I thought I could even smell her juices.  Jesus, I was so close. I needed to come so badly, but didn’t dare.

Hallie groaned and moaned, humping her hands, grinding on her fingers. She went on like this for another minute or so, then changed position once again, now getting up onto her knees. She was half-facing toward the closet door. I could see her breasts, could see that she was fucking herself, and I could hear her saying something as well.

Now I could definitely hear what it was. In time with the thrust of her fingers inside her wet pussy, my daughter was gasping, “Mom — Mom — Mom!”

And then she came.

Hallie climaxed, and I did too. I didn’t mean to, but I couldn’t help it. When I saw her come, I came at the same time.

But she must have heard me. I was too loud.

As my daughter’s orgasm subsided, she looked up, finding me framed inside the now wide-open closet door. She seemed startled at first… and then she smiled.

Continue on to Part Two

Perfectly Natural, Part Two

  • Posted on March 23, 2017 at 9:03 am

By Naughty Mommy

We’ve done it. We’ve done the unthinkable. I’m naked in bed with my nine-year-old-daughter, my finger inside her virgin pussy. I fucked her and made her come. Not long before that, I held her hand on my clit, humping my little girl’s fingers until I climaxed on top of her.

I’ve just had sex with my own child, and you know what? I have no regrets at all. As I gaze at Nikki’s face and see such happiness there, see the love and gratitude in her eyes, I know for certain this can’t be wrong.

“Are you okay, honey?” I ask.

“Oh, yeah, Mom. That was awesome! Way better than when I do it myself. Can we do it some more?”

Nikki certainly shows no hesitation, not a hint of regret. And I adore her response. She wants more!

My finger is still nestled inside her warm, moist vagina, but only up to the second knuckle. I can feel her hymen blocking any further penetration. I tickle her gently within and rub my thumb in a circle around her clit.

“You want more, huh?”

She shivers, and in a quavery voice says, “Yeah, I do.”

“All right, but, um… you know, we can’t ever tell anyone about this. No one, do you understand? We have to be very careful.”

“I know.”

“I want to do this with you,” I tell my daughter. “I love it, and I love you. But some people might, well, they might disagree. They might say we’re doing something bad. It’s not bad, not at all, but still, we can’t take any chances, okay?”

“Sure okay.”

Nikki doesn’t seem the least bit fazed by my concerns. It’s almost as if she’s already thought this through and is comfortable with it, secrecy and all. I’m sure she hasn’t, of course, but I’m pleased that she evidently feels no anxiety whatsoever.

I suppose that’s because to her what she and I are doing together is perfectly natural. And she’s right, it is, I tell myself. It’s only love… sweet, sensual, caring, affectionate, passionate love between mother and daughter… what could be wrong with that?

As these thoughts go through my mind, my eyes roam over Nikki’s tender young body. God, she’s so desirable. Okay, so I do have one regret — that we didn’t do this earlier, years before.

I kiss her softly on the lips, then slowly slide down on the bed. I want to see everything.

I still haven’t taken my finger out of her. I look at my baby’s crotch. Her slender thighs are spread wide apart, making herself open for me. Her skin is smooth and soft and pink, flawless. She has no pubic hair yet. I can see a gleam of moisture around the edges of her pussy lips, and a larger droplet of milky fluid at the base of her vagina. It makes my mouth water.

All right, if she wants more, I’ll give her more. That’s what I want too!

I smile at her, and say a second time, “You want more, huh?”

“Mm-hmm,” she nods.

“Good. But just one thing. If you ever don’t want something, if it’s too much or you don’t like it or whatever, just say so and we’ll stop, all right?”

“I know, Mom. But don’t worry, go ahead. I want it.”

Wow. How did I ever get so lucky? I look at Nikki’s pussy again, draw my finger out slightly. It’s shiny with her juices. The sight sends a sudden jolt my center. I squeeze my own legs together, scissoring them, stimulating my clit.

As I move in still closer, my face now only an inch or two from her sex, I whisper, “I’m going to kiss you here, okay?”

“Okay.”

Before the kiss, I inhale, closing my eyes and breathing in through my nose, taking in her scent, the delicious aroma of her sweet young pussy. Then I open my eyes again, slip my finger from her opening, and replace it with my lips. My mouth is on my daughter’s vagina. I’m kissing her there.

I feel her shiver, hear a moan, a sigh of pleasure. I slide my lips around, kissing as though I’m kissing her mouth, and then I begin to use my tongue, licking her, licking and sucking and kissing.

“Oh god, Mom!” she cries. “Mommy, Mommy, oh god!”

I don’t answer this, but instead slide my tongue up between her smooth, puffy lips, burrowing in until I find her clit. I tickle it with the tip of my tongue. Meanwhile I’ve put my finger back inside her pussy, and I’m tickling her there too.

“Mommy, Mommy, Mommy, it’s so good!”

I’m fucking her pussy, sucking on her clit, having sex with my daughter. She moans and writhes, gyrating beneath me, lifting her pelvis, shoving herself into my mouth. Then I feel her hands on my head, grabbing, pulling me against her. She’s groaning, panting, squealing, huffing and puffing.

It appears she’s almost ready to come, much sooner than I expected. This child is extremely responsive sexually. Are all little girls like this? Maybe more moms should find out.

All this flashes through my mind in an instant as I suck and lick her clit. It’s funny the way I’m able to have an internal conversation with myself about lesbian incest while carrying on with the action at the same time. Women are amazing.

Now she’s really moving fast, humping my mouth, rubbing her clit against my tongue and lips. Nikki tastes so good, she smells so good, and she feels so good. I love the soft, hot feel of her skin. I love the excited, energetic moves of her naked body. I love all the sounds she’s making, the panting, gasping, moaning. I love my daughter so much. I love having sex with her!

Suddenly she goes stiff — I hear a loud grunt as she shivers all over, and I feel her vagina clamping down around my finger in repeated spasms — she shudders and shakes, grunting each time. My little girl is coming. She’s coming for me.

Nothing could be better than this. I’ve always enjoyed sex, ever since I learned to masturbate at age ten. I enjoyed ‘practice kissing’ with my girlfriends starting when we were around twelve, and as we got older I really enjoyed doing more than just kissing with some of those girls. Sex with boys and with men was pretty good too, with most of them anyway, although I’ve always had a preference for my own gender.

I had a few brief affairs with other women after my divorce, then nothing at all for the past few years as I concentrated on raising Nikki. Nothing but masturbation, that is, which is certainly pleasurable enough, but not like this — not nearly as pleasurable and satisfying and rewarding as sex with my own daughter.

No, I’m convinced. Nothing could be better than this.

I raise my mouth from her crotch, licking my lips, smiling as I look at her. Her eyes are tightly closed, face still pinched and reddened. She occasionally shudders with a residual spasm. I slip my finger from inside her and move up on the bed to lie beside my little girl, taking her in my arms.

I nuzzle her neck, kiss her cheek, her nose, her mouth. As her breathing gradually begins to return to normal, she sighs deeply, then turns toward me, eyes slowly opening.

“Mommy… that was…” she begins, then shuts her eyes, shuddering one more time. I hug her close, petting her hair.

She smiles at me as her big green eyes come open once again. “That was… great.”

“Mmm, I love you, baby.” I nuzzle her nose, kiss her lips.

Nikki returns the kiss, and whispers, “I love you too, Mom, so much.”

I change position, shifting on top of her, my legs between hers, my mound resting on my daughter’s. I kiss her again, then say, after a glance at the clock, “It’s getting pretty late, almost midnight. Are you feeling sleepy yet?”

She shakes her head, gives a wry grin. “Uh-uh. I’m not sleepy at all.”

Once more I kiss her, but this time using my tongue. She responds immediately, happily kissing me the same way. She wraps her arms around me, and her legs too.

As we continue kissing, I begin to move myself against her, very gently at first, only the slightest motion of my pussy lips on hers. It’s hard to believe I’m really doing this, having hot lesbian sex with my own child, but I am, and it makes me so happy. My clit is throbbing, tingling, almost singing with arousal. I press a little harder against her as my tongue plays in her mouth.

Nikki seems just as happy as me, if not more so. She’s kind of humming as we kiss while rocking her body in rhythm with my movements on top of her. It feels so incredibly good. My pussy lips are slippery and wet, as are hers. We easily slip and slide together, blending our lubrication. This is mother-daughter fucking, as natural as it can be.

I’m moving faster now, feeling that surge begin deep inside, the growing, swelling, irresistibly delicious sensation of an impending orgasm. For a moment I take my mouth away from hers, saying to Nikki, “I’m gonna come, baby… Mommy’s gonna come on top of you.”

“I know,” she pants, “and I, and I — me too!”

Oh, wow, is she really that close already? Is my little girl going to come with her mommy fucking her? I hope she will!

Nikki’s legs are wrapped around me, her ankles crossed over my hips. She’s pulling me against her while lifting her sex to meet my thrusts. We kiss again, and now we’re moaning into each other’s mouths. In fact, we’re both so excited that our kissing is sloppy, messy, lips and tongues slipping all around, saliva dripping and flying, hot breath mixing.

I’m almost there now, almost there — fucking her, fucking her, fucking my daughter — and then I hear a high-pitched squeal. Nikki suddenly tucks her chin, breaking our kiss, her eyes squeezing shut. She’s starting to come underneath me.

I fuck her harder. I want to come too, come with her, and I’m just about there. A little more, a little more, and — YES!!!

We enjoy the most wonderful thing there ever could be, mother and daughter in a simultaneous orgasm, pussy to pussy. I come harder on her than I think I’ve ever come in my whole life. It seems to last forever, going on and on, climactic pulses exploding from my center one after another, wave after wave after wave of delirious sensual ecstasy.

Dimly, somewhere in my mind, I hear Nikki crying out. She’s bucking under me, her hot little pussy slamming into mine again and again. That sound, that feeling, the delicious smells, and the knowledge of what we’re doing — all this brings yet another round of pleasure for me, another wave of orgasmic pleasure. I’m fucking my daughter, we’re fucking each other, and I have never been happier.

* * *

I’m not sure how long it lasts. I seem to have blacked out or something.

When I come to, I’m lying on top of Nikki, all my weight bearing down on her, my face buried in her neck, my breasts squished flat on her chest. I’m dripping with perspiration, so hot I’m practically steaming. My breath is coming fast, in gulps and gasps. I swallow, lick my lips, taste salty sweat from my little girl’s neck. I move slightly, and feel a gooey, sticky mess down where our pussies are kissing.

Suddenly I realize how heavy I must feel on her. I’m limp, torpid, nearly inert, but I try my best to lift my weight from her, slowly pushing myself up on my elbows.

“Are you… are you okay, sweetie?” I manage to get out.

“Yeah, Mom, I’m — I’m great.” She’s gasping too, probably trying to regain her breath after being squashed by me.

“I’m sorry if I, if I was too heavy, if I hurt you or —”

“Omigod, Mom, that was so awesome!” she interrupts. “I never knew anyone could do that, do like we did, what you did with me. That was so totally awesome!”

Any worries I may have had about hurting her are obviously unwarranted. She’s just fine, more than fine, gushing with enthusiasm, thrilled at what she and I have done together.

I roll off her, onto my side. She turns onto her side too, facing me. Her smile is huge, her eyes shining. My nine-year-old daughter is full of zeal — for sex with her mom!

“That was so great,” she says again. “I never knew anyone could do that.”

I take her face in my hands, looking into her eyes. “I love you so much, darling girl.”

“I love you too, Mommy,” she whispers.

We kiss tenderly, romantically. Nikki’s lips are full and warm and soft, so welcoming. She is the perfect sexual partner for me, I realize, the one person I love more than anyone else in the world, the one person I want more than anyone else.

Again I say to myself, I only wish we’d started sooner, when she was eight years old, or seven, or… even younger? Well, anyway we should have started earlier, but that doesn’t matter. I’m just glad we’re doing this now.

We continue softly kissing as I think about these things. Then I feel her hands on my breasts, playing with my nipples. And somehow, even though it’s very late, past midnight, even though I’ve already come numerous times and really should be sated, I sense my desire beginning to build again. I’m not done yet. I want more.

It appears that she does too. Nikki is kissing me with more urgency now, using her tongue, moaning. She’s kneading my breasts, squeezing them, pulling them toward her. This gives me a naughty idea. I want to suckle her, feed my nipples to my daughter. That seems even more perverted in some way than the things we’ve already done, even nastier — and I love it.

I shift on top of her again, turning her onto her back. I’m straddling her waist, my juicy sex pressing into her tummy. I take my breasts in my hands, cupping them, plumping them for her, pinching and twisting the erect nipples.

“Baby girl,” I say, in a husky whisper, “do you want to suck Mommy’s nipples?”

Her eyes grow wide, her face bright with joy, as if it’s Christmas morning and she’s surrounded by presents. “Can I?”

“Sure, you can. I want you to. I want you to suck Mommy’s hard nipples.”

As I say this, I slowly bend down, lowering my bosom toward her. I support myself on my hands, my breasts dangling in front of my daughter’s face.

Nikki looks at them, studying my tits, my stiff brown nipples. She licks her lips. After glancing up briefly, catching my eye and smiling, she takes one breast in her hands and draws it to her mouth. She doesn’t take it all the way in at first, however, but begins by licking, as though she’s licking a lollipop or an ice cream cone.

She licks and licks, closing her eyes, sighing with pleasure. Meanwhile I’m going crazy with lust, my nipple throbbing, straining, so erect it’s almost painful. I need her to suck it!

She continues licking, just licking, her warm wet tongue running all around, circling the nipple, flicking over the tip. I’m panting with need, trembling with desire, my heart pounding, pulse racing. Does she know what she’s doing to me, how she’s driving me insane?

I shove a hand down between my legs, furiously rubbing my wet pussy, giving myself at least some of what I want. Leaning on one elbow, looking at her, watching my little girl lick my tit, I masturbate, mentally urging her to suck my goddamn nipple!

When at last Nikki does it, when she finally takes the turgid, throbbing nipple all the way into her mouth and begins to suck, I groan with relief while my body shudders with arousal. I slide two fingers inside my cunt, fucking myself while my daughter sucks my nipple.

She sucks, and it’s heaven. It’s exactly what I need. The feel of her tongue and mouth on my tit, combined with the hand working between my legs, is sheer joy.

Then I remember. I recall that when Nikki was just a baby, nursing at my breast, I often used to feel the same sort of erotic arousal that I’m feeling now. Sometimes when she and I were alone together I would rub my pussy as I fed her, though I never brought myself all the way to orgasm.

I’d set this memory aside, keeping it hidden for whatever reason, but now it returns. And now I wonder if perhaps that was when this all began, my illicit, incestuous desire for my daughter, but that it remained latent for all these years. Again, it doesn’t really matter. All that counts is that we’re doing it now. We’re having sex, we’re making love, and it’s heaven.

Nikki switches to the other breast. I hear her making little ‘nom-nom’ sounds as she sucks. She’s as happy as can be. I can also hear the wet slapping of my fingers inside my cunt, and and I can smell my sex, the hot perfume of my lust. It’s so great, everything is perfect.

She sucks, I fuck my pussy, and pretty soon I feel myself getting close. It won’t be much longer. But I don’t really want to come yet. Not like this.

I have another idea. It’s so perverted, so fucking hot — I have to do it. I remove my fingers from my cunt, dripping with my juices, and I rub them on my other breast, the one she’s not sucking. I coat the hard nipple with my lubrication.

“Mmm, baby? Just a minute,” I say to Nikki as I push myself up, removing my breast from her mouth. I want her to see what’s going on.

She frowns for an instant, disappointed at having to stop, at having the candy taken away. Then she notices what I’m doing and understands. She smiles.

“You want to taste Mommy? Taste Mommy’s pussy?” I ask in a throaty voice. I’m so turned on I can barely speak. But I manage to say, “It’s right here, on my nipple, all for you, little girl.”

I lower the gleaming, aromatic breast tip to her mouth. She giggles, then takes it in. Those ‘nom-nom’ sounds are even louder now as she sucks, savoring the taste of her mother’s cunt juice.

“Uh-huh, uh-huh, that’s right,” I urge, “suck Mommy’s nipple, baby girl.”

I start to reach between my legs again to stroke myself, but as I do, I bump into another hand. I discover that Nikki is rubbing herself too. My adorable nine-year-old is playing with her pussy as she sucks my tit.

I’m overwhelmed with feeling, with emotion, suddenly so filled with happiness that tears fill my eyes. I’m choked up with both love and lust, with passion and affection. A sob escapes, and with it I feel a jolt in my center, a delicious spasm that’s not quite an orgasm, but a pre-climax. I’m right on the edge.

For perhaps half a minute longer, I let Nikki continue sucking my nipple, but then my need is just too great. I have to come. Not with my hand, though, and not with her hand either. This time I want to come on her face, in her mouth.

Without speaking — because basically I can’t at this point — I push myself up. My nipple pops from her mouth. She looks up at me, eager, open, ready for anything.

I take her face in my hands, smiling at her through tears of passionate desire. Slowly, I crawl forward. Her eyes grow big. She’s knows what’s coming. She looks up at my face, then at my cunt. She licks her lips.

“Lick me, baby, lick Mommy,” I growl as I lower my sex onto her mouth.

Still holding her head in my hands, I groan with fulfillment as I feel my little girl’s warm tongue exploring my pussy. I rock on top of her, sliding up and down, fucking her face.

So many sensations, so many feelings, all at once — lust and love, affection and desire — the pungent aroma of my dripping cunt, of my hot need for her — my intense moans of arousal, her sighs of sensual pleasure — and the sight of my daughter’s face, her beautiful face nestled between my legs, captured between my thighs, her lips on my lips, her tongue in my cunt.

I’m ready, I’m ready… I want this moment to last forever, but of course it can’t… the surge is growing, building, swelling… higher, higher, bigger and stronger… and then it boils over as I erupt in an earth-shattering orgasm.

* * *

Some time later, we’re finished. I came on her repeatedly, came again and again, fucking her mouth with my cunt, bringing myself to orgasm after orgasm, flooding my little girl’s face with my hot juices. It went on I don’t know how long — but eventually I was spent.

Now we’re lying together, side by side. She’s facing toward me, enfolded in my arms, apparently almost asleep. I notice a few strands of sticky moisture in her hair along with traces on her cheeks, though I kissed and licked most of it off.

Nikki’s small hands are on my breasts, gently holding them, and sometimes I hear a sigh, feel a soft squeeze and see her lick her lips, detect a satisfied, sleepy smile tugging at the corners of her mouth.

Gradually her breathing slows. I pet her hair, whispering tender words, lovingly kiss her forehead. She’s drifting off. We’re done for the night.

But we’ve really only just begun. She and I have embarked on a new life together, a mother-daughter love affair, and I have a feeling it will last for a very long time.

Perfectly Natural, Part One

  • Posted on March 16, 2017 at 2:58 pm

By Naughty Mommy

It’s a Friday night, almost 11:00… I’m in bed, naked… a lamp is on, softly illuminating the room, but my eyes are closed… I’m playing with myself, rubbing my clit, teasing my hard nipples, making my pussy very, very wet… and then…

I hear a knock on the door, and a voice.

“Mom? Can I come in?”

“Sure, sweetheart, of course you can.”

Quickly I pull the sheet up to cover my bare breasts as my daughter Nikki enters the room. She’s nine years old and growing up fast. When she wears tight t-shirts I can see the beginnings of little breast buds. Pretty soon it will be time for her first bra. Tonight she’s in a Barbie nightgown, very short, with cute yellow undies. She climbs up on the bed.

“What is it, baby? Anything wrong?” I ask as I turn on my side to face her, keeping the sheet pulled up.

“No, I mean, I just couldn’t sleep.”

“Why not? Having bad dreams?”

“No not really. It’s just, um, you know, since we moved, I feel lonely sometimes.” Her eyes glisten with tears.

“Oh, but honey, you’re making new friends at school, aren’t you?” I caress her cheek and pet her shoulder.

“Sort of. Yeah, I mean, they’re okay, I guess. But I really miss my other friends and our old house too.” She sniffles and rubs her nose. I feel so sorry for her, my beautiful, sweet, innocent daughter.

“I know. I understand. Here, why don’t you get in bed with me for a little while and we’ll cuddle until you get sleepy, okay?” I lift the sheet for her, realizing too late that I’d somehow forgotten about being naked. Oh, well, I reason, it doesn’t matter. I’m her mom, after all.

Nikki doesn’t seem to notice my nudity, or if she does, it doesn’t faze her. She scoots over next to me, and I enfold her in my arms, pulling the covers over her. I hug my beautiful child, kissing her sweet-smelling hair, cooing words of love and comfort. Sliding my hand up under her short nightie, I gently rub her back. Her skin is smooth and soft and warm. She purrs, almost like a kitten, and snuggles closer to me.

My daughter’s head is just beneath my chin, her arms are crossed, pulled in tight, hands resting between my breasts. Her knees are pulled up too, and I’ve drawn my legs up under hers. She’s curled into a ball — in a fetal position, I muse, almost as if she wants to be fully back inside the security and protection of my womb.

We cuddle for several minutes, becoming more and more relaxed. It feels so nice, so warm and loving. I hope she’ll soon be able to go to sleep, and think that I might too. It’s so cozy and comfortable, being with my little girl this way.

I continue kissing her head, murmuring reassurance, hugging and caressing. I rub her little bottom, and I hear her whisper, “I like that, Mommy.”

After a while, I notice her hands are moving. She’s trying to pet me too, although the only thing she can reach from her position is my chest. I smile and kiss her hair, happy that we two can be so close. I rub her bottom, her thighs, her back. I hear her purring again.

Then I feel her fingers on my breasts, just the tips, touching ever so gently. Does she know how arousing that is? My nipples are quickly stiff again, even harder than before, throbbing now, aching to be fondled and sucked.

But wait, I scold myself, why in the world am I getting turned on? This is my own daughter, for heaven’s sake, I shouldn’t be getting sexually excited by this, should I?

I can’t help it, though, I am aroused, very aroused. I can feel how wet my pussy is. And I try to convince myself it’s normal, nothing wrong, just a natural bodily response to being caressed in a certain way.

Nikki’s fingers touch my nipples, tentatively, tenderly. She seems hesitant, but also curious, perhaps wondering how I might react. When I don’t say anything, she begins playing with them more boldly, stroking them, and then gives a light pinch to each nipple.

I’m on fire now, in heat, actually trembling with lust. My god, what is wrong with me? Am I a pervert or something? I know I really need to stop her at this point, send her back to her own bed, or at the very least turn her around to face the other way. But as she continues fondling my erect nipples, instead I hear myself say, “Mmm, that feels nice, baby girl, very nice.”

So I give in. I let go. It feels incredibly good, and it’s been so long — and after all, what can it hurt if a mother and daughter want to show some affection to each other?

My hand slips inside the back of her panties. I hear my little girl sigh contentedly as I rub her bare bottom, both cheeks, feeling their firmness, squeezing them. I realize, I know for a certainty, that I am not touching her now only with parental affection. My intent is to excite her, as she has excited me. I want to give her pleasure, to arouse her sexually. But is that possible? Can a nine-year-old child respond the way I am responding?

She seems to be. I pull my hand out of her panties and stroke her thigh, firmly, seductively. I slide my fingers slowly up the inside of her leg, higher, higher, almost to her crotch. Nikki shivers. She’s breathing faster now. Her fingers pinch my nipples harder, twisting them, as if she knows instinctively how to increase my excitement.

But I want even more. I need more. I push the covers down a bit so I can look at her. Nikki’s small hands are clutching my breasts. Her cheeks are flushed, hair damp with sweat, auburn bangs clinging to her forehead. She looks up at me, eyes shining, and I see something in her lovely face that I’ve never seen before. Could it be sexual desire? I want it to be.

Slowly, I ease my daughter onto her back. She’s gazing into my eyes. I smile warmly at her, and she returns the smile. Very slowly I bend closer, bringing my lips to hers. We kiss, softly, tenderly. This could be a mother-daughter kiss — but it also could something more, something romantic, even erotic. It’s right on the edge. That’s where we are, teetering on the verge of incest.

I can stop now, if I want to. We’re still in fairly safe territory, sort of.

But I don’t stop. I definitely don’t want to. As I begin pulling up her nightie, I say, “Let’s take this off, all right?”

She doesn’t object. Together we tug the little nightgown out from under her and over her head. Now her chest is bare.

I admire the tiny mounds of her breast buds, her puffy pink nipples. I touch my daughter there, letting my fingers tease and caress, feeling the nipples get hard. “My little girl is growing up, turning into a woman,” I murmur.

Nikki is watching closely as I fondle her. When I gently pinch one of her stiff young nipples, she groans in pleasure, closing her eyes and licking her lips.

“Mommy’s beautiful girl,” I whisper. Then I lean down, very close to her face, nuzzling her nose, my breath mingling with hers. In an even softer whisper, I tell her, “I love you, honey.”

“I love you too, Mommy,” she replies. Her breathing is unsteady, ragged with excitement.

I gaze at her face, her eyes still closed. The flushed cheeks, pert nose, a few freckles, and those full, naturally red, kissable lips. She’s so young, so innocent. She’s still a little girl, a child I love more than anything in the world — and yet tonight she has somehow become more than that, more than just my darling daughter.

I know exactly what it is, what’s changed. I want this girl as a lover. I need her. But I have to be certain she wants that as well.

“Nikki?”

Her eyes snap open. She looks up at me, questioningly. She licks her lips, leaving them slightly parted, as if tempting me. Oh my god, she is so incredibly desirable, how could anyone resist?

“Baby girl, I, um, I want to kiss you again, okay?”

“Okay.”

“But, I… I want to kiss you, and I want to do more, too. I want to love you. Do you know what I mean?”

“Um… no.”

As I gather my thoughts, deciding what to say, I shift even closer to her in the bed, laying one leg over hers. My breasts are on her chest, our nipples nearly kissing.

“I want to love you, Nikki. Love you, well, like a lover, you know? I want to kiss you, and… do everything with you.”

She swallows. Her eyes are huge, those beautiful eyes of hers, hazel-green, flecked with gold. Long, dark lashes. She’s so sexy. I want her so much. Why did I wait so long for this?

I start to say something else, but then stop. Instead, I lick my own lips, then slowly bring my mouth to hers. I kiss her again, softly and tenderly at first, but then a little more urgently. Soon I begin to use my tongue. She is startled, pulling away slightly, but I remain insistent, and a moment later she is kissing me the same way, with an open mouth.

I’m holding her face in my hands, kissing her lips, breathing hard, my tongue exploring — hers responding more tentatively. Nikki’s hands are groping at my breasts again, however, clutching, squeezing, pulling at the nipples. She is a willing participant in our mother-daughter make out session.

We kiss for several minutes, her hands fondling my breasts, my tongue probing in her mouth. I’m straddling her leg now, grinding my mound against her upper thigh. My pussy is extremely wet, lubricated, sliding easily up and down on the smooth skin of my little girl’s leg. It feels so good, my clit throbbing, pulsating. I could come this way if I wanted to. It wouldn’t take much longer.

Finally I come up for air, pushing my sweaty hair away from my eyes. I study her adorable face as I wipe my lips. “Are you okay, honey? Do you like doing this?”

“Yeah, I do,” she giggles, nodding eagerly. “I like it a lot, Mommy.”

Then suddenly she pulls me to her again, opening her mouth. Nikki doesn’t want to take a break. She likes making out with me.

We continue kissing, and soon another line is crossed. I take one of her hands in mine as we kiss — it seems almost unconscious, an instinctive action — I take her hand and move it down between my legs, pressing it into my crotch.

It’s gooey and hot down there. Holding her hand in mine, I rub her fingers on my pussy lips, up and down, again and again, and then within the folds, coating her fingers with my moisture.

Briefly I break the kiss and whisper to my daughter, “Rub me here, okay? Just rub me a little bit.”

I resume kissing her as I slide her hand up and down inside my sex, guiding her slender, slippery fingers through the furrow, showing her what I want. When her fingers touch my clit, I shudder and groan, breaking the kiss again.

“Right there, uh-huh — just rub Mommy right there, okay? Make Mommy feel good.”

I’m still holding her hand in mine, but she seems to understand what I need. Her fingers caress the swollen bud. It’s ecstasy. I shove my tongue into her mouth, grunting with passion, now taking my hand from hers, reaching around and grabbing her butt, pulling her body against mine as I hump her fingers in a frenzy of incestuous lust.

There’s no pretense at this point, nothing the least bit motherly about what I’m doing with her. My little girl and I are having sex, and I love it!

Somewhere, though, in a corner of my mind, I wonder if I ought to slow down. I can feel that the buildup has already begun — the swirling, swelling, rising sensation that tells me an orgasm is soon to arrive — should I ease off, try to wait?

No, I can’t. I can’t stop. I can’t hold back. I hump harder, faster, against her fingers, squealing in erotic delirium as my tongue fucks her mouth.

It’s coming, almost here, almost here… I break the kiss. “Nikki — Nikki,” I pant, “Mommy’s gonna — Mommy’s gonna — unhh— unhh — OHHH!!!”

I climax on her hand, grunting and groaning as my body spasms, the joyous hot pleasure bursting in waves from my center. “Ohh!! Ohh!! Ohhhhh my god… oh my god…”

* * *

Finally it’s over. I begin to come back to reality, and I sense where I am. I have a hand beneath her, clutching Nikki’s ass. Her fingers are still between my legs. I can feel a sticky mess there, my gooey cum. As I try to catch my breath, slowly I open my eyes.

In the manic excitement, I’ve moved up in the bed. My breasts are almost on her face. I slide down a bit, and look at her. “Are you okay, honey?”

“Yeah,” she grins. “That was, um… that was fun, Mom. Like wild, but fun.”

“Good, I’m glad you liked it.” I give her a kiss, just a peck on the lips. Then I kiss her a second time, holding it a little longer. She sighs happily, returning the kiss.

I draw back, studying her once again, making sure I can see no hint of worry or fear or uncertainty. But there’s nothing there like that. Nikki appears completely comfortable, at ease in our newly sexual relationship.

Does she even know that it’s sexual, I ask myself? Well, yes, of course she has to know that. She might be only nine years old, but kids grow up fast these days. I’m sure she understands. Still, I decide to ask her about it anyway.

“Do you know what just happened? With me, I mean? What that was?”

She nods. “Yeah, I think so.”

“We, um, you know, we’ve talked about things like this before. About sex and orgasms, and, well, that’s what I just had. I had an orgasm.”

“Okay,” she smiles.

“Have, uh… we also talked about masturbation, honey, and I told you that it was okay to do it whenever you wanted to. So, I mean, have you ever had an orgasm yourself?”

An even bigger grin splits her face. She looks a little embarrassed, ducking her chin, but nods. “Uh-huh, I have.”

I smile at my daughter, kissing her cheek, nuzzling her nose.

“I’m glad,” I breathe. Then I ask, “Would you, um… would you like me to touch you, and… see if I can give you an orgasm?”

“Would you, Mommy? I’d love that!”

It’s amazing. She shows no hesitation at all. I suppose that for Nikki this must seem perfectly natural, simply a way for a mom and her little girl to share their love. And she’s right, I say to myself. What we’re doing is natural. It’s warm, and loving, and oh my god it feels so incredibly good. How could it be wrong?

I slide gently off her, lying on my side propped on an elbow next to my daughter, who is on her back. I push the covers all the way down, fully exposing her.

For a moment I let my gaze run up and down her slender, barely pubescent body. Then I ask, “Is it all right if I take off your panties?”

“Sure.”

She lifts her hips as I get to my knees, tugging the cute yellow undies down and off, setting them aside. I lie beside her again.

“I love you very much, Nikki.”

“I love you too, Mom.”

We kiss again, but with no tongues this time. It’s a tender, romantic kiss. My heart swells with feeling, with love, with affection, and with lust.

Parting my own legs slightly, I put a hand down there, sliding my fingers between the folds, coating them with my abundant juices. Then I move the hand to my daughter’s crotch.

Nikki has no hair yet, no pubic hair. She does have tiny breast buds — which drive me insane with desire — but that’s the only real sign of her development. Her little pussy is completely hairless.

Gently I rub her, moistened fingers gliding over the smooth, puffy labia. I bring my mouth to hers and we kiss, both using our tongues. Her hands find my breasts again, playing with the nipples. She seems to love touching me this way.

As I stroke her pussy lips, Nikki’s thighs begin to part. She’s making herself available to me. My fingers ease down just a bit. She spreads her legs wider, her labia separating. I’m in her slit now, touching her there, all smooth and soft and warm, and yes, slippery too. She’s wet inside.

When my fingers find the opening to her vagina, Nikki gives a start. I draw back, slowing down, but she grabs my face with both hands, pulling my mouth hard against hers, pausing just long enough to hiss, “Don’t stop!” before urgently kissing me.

So I don’t stop. I kiss my daughter and I fondle her, exploring her virgin sex. My juicy fingertips circle the rim of her vagina. She pants with desire as we kiss. Her slim legs are fully open, as wide as she can make them. She wants this just as much as I do.

I begin to probe her sweet little hole. She’s writhing under me now, humping up and down, eagerly lifting her crotch to meet my touch. I push one finger inside, up to the first knuckle, loving the perfect tender softness of my daughter’s vagina. With my thumb, I find her clit. She gives another start then, and I hear a muffled squeak, but it’s totally obvious that she’s ready for more, almost desperate for it.

We continue to kiss, wetly, as I rub her clit with my thumb, my finger tickling inside her pussy. But will this be enough? Can I make her come this way?

Almost in answer, as if she can read my thoughts, a shudder suddenly runs through her. She breaks the kiss, and her eyes pop open. Nikki stares at me with a look of wonder.

I’m still rubbing her clit, still fucking her pussy. My beautiful little girl is trembling all over, quivering, her cheeks flushed, face shiny with sweat.

“Mommy, Mommy, I —”

And then she comes.

Continue on to Part Two

The Family Kiss, Part Two

  • Posted on March 10, 2017 at 2:36 pm

By Naughty Mommy

The next day was Sunday. In the morning, after they finished eating breakfast, Nanna and her Mommy told Chelsea they were all three going to take a shower together. Chelsea was excited, because this was something new they had never done before. She had often taken a shower with her Mommy, but never with Nanna in there too.

It was fun standing under the warm water with both of them, watching the soapy lather slide down their naked bodies as they washed each other. Chelsea liked looking at them side by side, comparing them, seeing how their faces looked alike, but how her Mommy was a little bit shorter than her Nanna, and Nanna’s titties were bigger than Mommy’s.

She also loved it when she saw her Mommy and her Nanna kissing each other in the shower that day. They were kissing in a different way than she’d ever seen them kiss before, with their mouths open, like Nanna did with Chelsea when they were doing the Family Kiss. When she watched them kissing like that, it made Chelsea feel hot and fluttery inside her JJ and it made her want to pet her kitty, so she did.

~  ~  ~

After the shower, they gently dried each other off, and rubbed nice-smelling lotion all over each other’s bodies. Then Nanna picked Chelsea up in her arms and they all three went naked into Mommy’s bedroom and got into her bed together.

The little girl felt so excited. This was something new, but it was also something she knew all about. She was very good at doing the Family Kiss, and she was eager to show her Mommy how she could do it — and especially eager to do it with her!

“Now, my sweetness,” Nanna said to Chelsea, “you’ve done such an excellent job learning to do the Family Kiss and playing the Lollipop Game that I have decided you’re ready for more, okay?”

“Okay,” the child grinned, nodding happily.

Chelsea, her Mommy, and her Nanna were on the bed, facing each other in a little three-way circle, each of them on their knees. Chelsea saw that her Mommy’s face was getting red, and that she was breathing hard and petting her kitty. That made the girl want to pet her kitty too, but instead she just waited to find out what they were going to do next.

The first thing they did was play the Lollipop Game with Chelsea’s Mommy. That was fun for Chelsea, because she got to pretend that her Mommy’s nipples were sweet lollipops, and she could lick them and suck them as much as she wanted. It turned out, however, that the game was different than before, because this time there were three people playing. So not only was Chelsea sucking on her Mommy’s nipples, but Nanna was too!

Chelsea’s Mommy seemed to really like playing the Lollipop Game. While Nanna and Chelsea were licking and sucking her nipples, she kept on petting her kitty, and then she put her fingers all the way up inside her JJ, and pretty soon she was having an orgasm.

As she finished with her orgasm, Chelsea’s Mommy took her fingers out of her JJ and held them up in front of Nanna’s mouth. Her Mommy’s fingers were really wet, and Chelsea could smell that same delicious smell that she got from her own JJ and from Nanna’s JJ. Mommy put her fingers in Nanna’s mouth, and then they started kissing. They were both licking the wet fingers and kissing each other at the same time, using their tongues a lot. When Chelsea saw them doing that, it really made her want to pet her kitty. But she still didn’t know whether that was part of the game, so she waited.

After Chelsea’s Nanna and her Mommy stopped kissing, Nanna turned to the child and said, “And now, precious girl, I’m going to do the Family Kiss with your Mommy. Would you like to see that?”

“Yes, I would!” Chelsea’s eyes sparkled as she imagined seeing her Nanna and her Mommy doing that together.

Her Mommy laid down on the bed then, only not the way Chelsea usually did. When the little girl would do the Family Kiss with her Nanna, she started by just laying flat on her back. Her Mommy, though, who was very flexible, pulled both of her legs up and back until they were almost behind her head! This made her JJ, which was wet and pink and open, stand up very high so it would be really easy for Nanna to put her own JJ right on top of it.

Chelsea was so excited by this that she just couldn’t keep from petting her kitty any longer. She put her hand down there and started rubbing, and when her Mommy and her Nanna saw what she was doing, they both just smiled at her, so Chelsea knew it was okay.

Nanna got on top of her Mommy. She used her fingers to open her pussy lips and put them over her Mommy’s pussy lips. As Nanna carefully adjusted things, getting the parts in just the right position, Chelsea saw that her Mommy would kind of shiver all over each time Nanna touched her down there. She was also playing with her own nipples. Chelsea could tell that her Mommy was very excited about doing the Family Kiss with Nanna.

After making sure their nipples were lined up, they started kissing again. Chelsea hoped it would be all right if she moved in a little closer to watch this. Anyway, she did, and no one seemed to mind. As she watched them kissing, and as she heard the way her Mommy and her Nanna were both moaning so much, it made Chelsea want to pet her kitty even faster. She started getting that special hot feeling deep down inside her, and when Nanna began to move on top of her Mommy, and Chelsea could see both of their JJ’s sliding together, and she could smell that wonderful wet stuff that came out of them, the little girl knew she wouldn’t have to wait very long to have an orgasm.

Chelsea rubbed her kitty very very fast as she watched her Nanna kissing her Mommy and saw them rubbing their JJ’s together harder and harder and saw her Mommy was getting hot and sweaty and she heard her almost screaming even though they were still kissing with their tongues and moving very fast look at Mommy she’s naked look what Nanna’s doing to her pet my kitty pet my kitty oh it feels so hot so hot my JJ it’s hot like it’s on fire all wet stuff down there it’s so hot and nice and Nanna Mommy kissing Mommy Mommy — OHHHH!!!!!

When Chelsea’s orgasm was finally done, she opened her eyes and saw that Nanna and her Mommy had finished doing the Family Kiss. They were laying on the bed, looking at her and smiling, doing what Chelsea knew was called ‘spooning’, because Nanna did that with her sometimes. Nanna had her hand on Mommy’s titty and was playing with her nipple.

“How are you feeling, little baby?” her Mommy asked Chelsea.

“Good, Mommy,” the girl smiled happily, “really good.”

“Are you ready to show me how you can do the Family Kiss, with me?”

Hearing her Mommy say that made Chelsea get all fluttery inside. Without even thinking about it, she started petting her kitty again.

“Oh, Mommy, can I? Really?”

“Yes, you can, sweetheart. Really.” Chelsea’s Mommy sat up and patted a spot on the bed next to her. “Lay down here.”

The little girl moved over and laid down beside her. But just as her mother began to get on top of her, Chelsea asked, “Mommy?”

“Yes, baby?”

“Is it okay if I pull my legs up, like you did?” She started lifting her legs and stretching them back. That must have been a good idea, because it made her Mommy smile.

“I would love it if you did that, honey,” her mother said, as she petted her own kitty. “You look so beautiful that way.”

Chelsea pulled her legs back toward her head really far and looked down at herself. She could see that her JJ was pink and wet and open, just as her Mommy’s had been. “See, Mommy? My JJ looks like yours did.”

“Yes, it does, darling. You’re so precious.” Mommy stared at Chelsea’s JJ for a moment, then she bent her head down and kissed Chelsea right there!! It made Chelsea shiver all over when she felt her Mommy’s lips kissing her JJ.

Then she noticed that as her Mommy sat up again, she looked over at Nanna, who was petting her own kitty, and they winked at each other. Chelsea wasn’t sure what that meant, but they both seemed happy and that made her glad.

Anyway, Chelsea was so excited about doing the Family Kiss with Mommy that she pulled hard on her legs again, stretching them back as far as she could, trying to make her JJ stand up tall for her Mommy.

Her mother kept petting her kitty as she looked at Chelsea holding herself that way, but then she began to climb on top of the girl, getting in position for the Family Kiss. Reaching between her legs, she opened her pussy lips, and then Chelsea watched as her Mommy put her fingers inside her own JJ again and moved them in and out a few times before she carefully lowered her JJ over Chelsea’s.

It felt so wonderful, having her Mommy’s warm, wet JJ on top of hers. Looking down, Chelsea thought it was interesting that her Mommy’s pussy lips were not as big and thick as Nanna’s, but smaller and pinker, more like Chelsea’s. She loved both of them, though, and she knew she wanted to keep doing the Family Kiss with her Mommy and with her Nanna forever.

Mommy put her nipples on top of Chelsea’s. They were stiff. It tickled when her Mommy shifted from side to side for a minute, brushing the tips of her nipples over the little girl’s. Mommy whispered, “So beautiful.”

They were almost ready. Mommy brought her face close to Chelsea’s. She could feel her Mommy’s hot breath. Her eyes, half closed, looked into her daughter’s. “Chelsea, my darling baby girl, I’ve waited so long for this.”

Chelsea smiled up at her, whispering, “I love you, Mommy.”

Then she heard Nanna groaning. Glancing to the side, she saw that Nanna was petting her kitty very fast and it looked like she was having an orgasm. When Chelsea looked back at her Mommy’s face, Mommy lowered her mouth to Chelsea’s and they kissed.

As soon as Mommy’s lips met Chelsea’s and they began to kiss, she also started moving her body, sliding her JJ up and down over Chelsea’s. Her Mommy’s tongue was in her mouth, which felt nice to Chelsea, and her Mommy’s hands were grabbing her, it seemed like everywhere, and she was moving very fast on top of her.

Chelsea was excited by this, except that her Mommy was sliding up and down so fast and pressing so hard, it took her a little by surprise. The girl had her legs pulled back and spread open and it was like her Mommy was pushing her JJ way down inside her, getting deeper than Nanna had ever been. It felt like — just what she’d said — that her Mommy had been waiting such a very long time for this and she couldn’t bear to wait a second longer until she had an orgasm with her daughter while they did the Family Kiss.

It was only a few seconds more and then her Mommy had that orgasm, a really big one too. So much of that wet stuff came out of her Mommy’s JJ that Chelsea could feel it running down her bottom and dripping onto the bed. Her Mommy was kind of crying and screaming while it happened. They weren’t kissing any more with their mouths, and Mommy was all red in the face, and her eyes were shut tight. Chelsea had never seen her Mommy look like that before.

As soon as she was done, though, Chelsea’s Mommy put her arms around her and hugged her tight and kissed her neck and cried, “Oh my darling baby girl, oh I love you so much!” It seemed like she was sobbing. She kept kissing Chelsea and hugging her for a long time, until finally she kissed her softly one more time on the mouth and then got up.

But then Chelsea saw her Mommy grab Nanna and they started hugging tightly and Chelsea’s Mommy started crying a lot more. Chelsea wasn’t really sure what it meant, if she was happy or sad. She even heard her Mommy calling Nanna ‘Mommy’ while she cried and hugged her. Chelsea had never heard her call her that before, even though she knew that Nanna was her Mommy’s mommy.

Chelsea sat up on the bed and started to rub Mommy’s back a little bit, trying to tell her everything was okay and that she shouldn’t be sad. Then her Mommy turned and grabbed Chelsea again and pulled her close and she said, “No, I’m not sad at all, darling. I’m so happy. So happy!!”

They all three hugged each other for a while, and Chelsea saw that Nanna was crying too, but it was only because she was very happy.

After a few minutes, her mother took a big deep breath, wiped away the last of her tears, and smiled at Chelsea. “Okay, baby girl. All done with the crying. I’m sorry if I upset you or scared you.”

“It’s okay, Mommy, I’m all right,” said Chelsea.

Mommy took her little girl’s face in her hands and gave her a big kiss on the mouth. Then she said, “And now, sweetheart, Nanna and I are going to teach you how to do the second part of the Family Kiss.”

Chelsea was excited. She hadn’t even known there was a second part to the Family Kiss, and she was eager to find out what it might be.

They showed her. Mommy laid down on the bed again and Nanna laid on top of her, except this time it was very different, because Nanna was turned upside down!

“You see, honey,” Nanna explained, “just like the first part of the Family Kiss, this is also sort of a whole body kiss. All of our skin is touching. But this time, instead of putting our mouths on our mouths and our JJ’s on our JJ’s, we do it the other way around.”

Chelsea’s eyes went wide as she saw what they were doing.

Her Mommy said, “Now I’m going to kiss Nanna’s JJ and Nanna will kiss my JJ. You watch us, baby, so you’ll know how to do it with us, okay?”

“Okay.”

The girl watched closely as her Mommy lifted her mouth up to her Nanna’s JJ. She could see that Nanna’s pussy lips were already open, and she could see all the way inside her, but then when her Mommy put her lips on Nanna’s pussy lips, suddenly Chelsea thought of something.

“Mommy,” she asked excitedly, “is that why when I was little you told me this part here is called the pussy lips? Because for the Family Kiss, for this part of it, I mean, you kiss the pussy lips with your other lips?”

“That’s exactly right,” her Mommy smiled. “What a smart girl you are.”

“Oh, and there’s one more thing you should know.”

That was Nanna. Chelsea scooted down to where Nanna’s face was between her Mommy’s legs.

“Can you remember, honey,” Nanna asked, “when you were eight years old, and I first began teaching you about the Family Kiss, and I told you not only our lips should be touching when we did it, but also our tongues?”

“Uh-huh,” Chelsea nodded.

“So, in this part, when you kiss the pussy lips with your lips, use your tongue too. Use it a lot. There isn’t another tongue for you to touch, of course, but use your tongue to lick all around inside while you’re kissing. It’s especially nice when you use it to lick the little kitty, just like when you pet it, but using your tongue instead of your hand.”

Chelsea’s eyes went wide again. This was so interesting!

“You can use your fingers too,” Nanna continued, “either to pet the kitty while you’re kissing the JJ, or you can put your fingers inside the JJ while you’re petting the kitty with your tongue.”

Nanna saw the expression of astonishment on Chelsea’s face.

“I know this is a lot we’re telling you, dear, and maybe it’s hard for you to take it all in at once,” she told the girl, “but you just watch close and try to learn. I promise you will have lots of time to practice with both me and your Mommy, as much time as you need, until you can do this part of the Family Kiss just as beautifully as you do the first part.”

So, Chelsea watched as her Mommy and her Nanna showed her how to do the second part of the Family Kiss. She went back and forth on the bed looking at her Mommy kissing her Nanna’s JJ, and her Nanna kissing her Mommy’s JJ. She saw them using lips and tongues and fingers, and then she saw them both have an orgasm, first her Mommy, and then her Nanna a few minutes later.

It was amazing. Chelsea couldn’t wait to try it for herself!

And as soon as Mommy and Nanna were done, right after Nanna finished her orgasm, they told Chelsea to lay on her back, and then Nanna got on top of her, upside down, just the way she had been with Chelsea’s Mommy. And Chelsea got to try doing the second part of the Family Kiss for the first time ever.

It didn’t take long until Chelsea discovered that this new way of doing the Family Kiss was very different from the other way and it felt very good. In fact, as soon as she felt her Nanna’s lips on her pussy lips and Nanna’s tongue petting her kitty and her fingers touching inside her JJ — well, Chelsea had her own very big orgasm that day, the biggest one she had ever felt!

She actually had two orgasms with Nanna on top of her, one after the other, and then Mommy got on top of her, and pretty soon the little girl had three more orgasms!

She could hardly believe how great this part of the Family Kiss was. It almost made her wish they had started teaching it to her when she was a much younger girl.

The only bad thing about the day was it turned out that Chelsea didn’t yet know how to do all that new stuff well enough to help either Mommy or Nanna have an orgasm. She tried, but she couldn’t. Partly that was because the child was so busy having her own orgasms that she kept forgetting what she was supposed to do.

It was okay, though. Her Mommy and her Nanna were both very happy with how much she was learning, and they reminded Chelsea that she would be given plenty of time to practice with each of them, whenever she wanted.

And she did. She practiced a lot. It only took a few more days until Chelsea was able to do it so well that she could give both her Nanna and her Mommy as many orgasms as they could give her. They had so much fun that way, doing it over and over again.

~  ~  ~

A few weeks later, Chelsea and her Mommy moved all their stuff out of their apartment and took it over to Nanna’s house. Her Mommy told Chelsea they were starting a new and very special part of her life, because for the next several years, until Chelsea was ready to have a baby girl of her own, they would all live together, and they would sleep together too.

Nanna had a nice house with a big bedroom and a very big bed. She also had a big closet, like a whole separate room, where they all three could keep their clothes. And in Nanna’s bathroom was a great big tub, big enough for them to get in together and wash each other and have fun.

Chelsea was so very happy. That first night at Nanna’s house, because it was a special occasion, she got to decide what they would have for dinner — she could pick anything she wanted — and she said mac’n'cheese, so that is what they had.

After dinner, they took a bath together, and it was just as fun as Chelsea thought it would be. She got to wash her Mommy and her Nanna everywhere, and they washed her too. It felt so good. She watched Nanna and her Mommy kissing again, using their tongues, while they washed each other’s JJ’s. It looked like maybe her Mommy had an orgasm, but Chelsea wasn’t sure, because her Mommy was almost always very excited like that now.

After they got out of the bathtub they dried each other off and rubbed lots of nice lotion all over each other, the way they’d done on the day when Chelsea learned about the second part of the Family Kiss.

And then it was time for bed. They got in and just cuddled for a long time. They were all naked, and Chelsea was in the middle, between her Nanna and her Mommy. She didn’t know if they were going to do the Family Kiss or play the Lollipop Game or what, but she didn’t really care. She was just so happy being right there where she was at that moment.

They did play the Lollipop Game that night, and they did the Family Kiss too, both parts of it more than once. Everyone got to kiss and lick everyone else just about everywhere. It was perfect! Finally they all got together in the middle of the bed in kind of a big hug and Nanna reached over and turned off the light and then they went to sleep.

Except they didn’t sleep for very long, because three or four times during the night Chelsea woke up when she felt someone’s hands on her or someone kissing her. It was dark and she couldn’t always tell for sure who it was. But after she woke up and started moving around, soon they would all three be awake and then there would be lots of touching and kissing in the dark.

Sometimes she had one person kissing her mouth and another one kissing her JJ, or maybe she had both Nanna’s nipple and her Mommy’s nipple rubbing on her lips at the same time and she tried to lick and suck them both. There were tongues and fingers everywhere that night, and Mommy and Nanna and Chelsea all had so many orgasms.

It was funny, though, because they didn’t really do the Family Kiss or anything organized like that. They were just in the dark in bed and whatever you wanted to do you could do.

~  ~  ~

In the morning, Chelsea asked her Mommy about that, and her Mommy told her that was the way grownup ladies did it. When Nanna would come and visit them in their apartment and Nanna slept in Mommy’s bed with her, that was what they did during the night.

“Am I a grownup lady now, Mommy?” asked Chelsea. They were sitting in a big chair in Nanna’s living room. Chelsea was on her Mommy’s lap.

“Well, not really, honey,” answered Mommy, “but in a few more years you will be old enough to start thinking about having a little girl of your own. A lot more things will happen between now and then. Your body will change, as it has already started to, and then before long you’ll be ready to look around for the right kind of man to help you have a baby. But until then, you and me and Nanna get to enjoy this very special time when we will all live together and sleep together and love each other any time we want.”

Mommy slid her hand between Chelsea’s legs and rubbed her JJ through her panties.

“And you know what?”

“What, Mommy?”

“After you have a baby girl of your own, when she gets big enough, around eight years old or so, then I will start to teach her all about the Family Kiss.”

“Because you will be her Nanna!” It struck Chelsea as an inspiration. She could suddenly see how it all worked, how it fit together.

“That’s right, darling, I will be her Nanna.” Mommy hugged her and kissed her on the lips. “And then, someday, a long time from now, after your little girl is big enough to have a baby of her own, and that little girl grows up—”

“Then I will be her Nanna!!” Chelsea cried. “And I can teach her the Family Kiss!!”

“Yes, my love.”

And they were happy ever after.

The Family Kiss, Part One

  • Posted on March 5, 2017 at 1:05 pm

By Naughty Mommy

NOTE: This story was originally posted at Lesbian Lolita in November 2012.

This is a story about Chelsea, a very cute little girl who looked a lot like… well, she looked a lot like you, sweetheart. As pretty as a tiny angel sent down from heaven.

Anyway, when Chelsea was still very young, much younger than you are now, she learned a lot of things about her little body from her Mommy. She learned about the difference between her ‘PP’ — which was used to go to the toilet — and her ‘JJ’ — which could be used to make a baby when she got older, and also could be used to make herself feel very good right away, any time she wanted.

Chelsea would always remember the special time when she was only six years old and her Mommy began to teach her about these things. She still could see her beautiful young mother, sitting naked in the bed with her. Mommy opened both her own ‘pussy lips’ and Chelsea’s pussy lips, carefully pointing out the PP and the JJ and the ‘kitty’ too (Mommy said it was actually called the ‘clit’ but that she liked the word ‘kitty’ better).

She remembered how her Mommy told her that whenever she wanted to feel extra good, she could pet that kitty part with her fingers. Then she showed Chelsea how it was done. Her mother petted herself down there for a while as the little girl watched, and it seemed to make Mommy feel very excited and very happy. It looked like a fun thing to do.

Her Mommy said Chelsea should try it for herself, and that she could practice doing it at home any time she wanted, but not ever at school and never when anyone outside the family was around, just by herself or with her Mommy or her Nanna. Chelsea started practicing a lot.

Would you like me to tell you more about Chelsea? Okay, I will.

~  ~  ~

Chelsea and her mother lived by themselves in a two-bedroom apartment. Her mother had never been married, and Chelsea didn’t know who her father was. Mommy said that wasn’t important, because men only mattered for one thing — to give a woman a baby girl — and except for that, there was no use in having them around. Chelsea’s Nanna, her Mommy’s mommy, always said the same thing.

When you were ready to have a baby, the women told Chelsea, at perhaps thirteen or fourteen years old, you would pick out a man — a smart and handsome young man, to be sure, and it was best if you could find one who was sort of small and thin like a woman — and then you would be nice enough to him so that he would have sex with you a few times, enough times anyway to make you pregnant. After that, you were through with him.

For many generations, each of the women in their family had given birth to only one child, always a girl, because the family knew of special medicines you could take that would make certain of that. And because the older women would emphasize to the little ones the kind of young men they should try to seduce when they were old enough, the girls were all exceptionally slender, petite, intelligent, and very pretty, just like you are.

Chelsea and her mother were very happy together, always hugging and kissing, playing games, singing songs. Her mother was blonde and blue-eyed, the same as Chelsea, and she was still young and beautiful, only fifteen years older than her daughter. Her mother, Chelsea’s Nanna, had been just fourteen when she gave birth. That was part of the tradition.

~  ~  ~

There was something else very important that the little girl was taught by her Nanna, her Mommy’s mommy: the Family Kiss. This took place not long after Chelsea turned eight years old. It was around this same time that Nanna began visiting them more often, once a week or so instead of only once a month. And when she came for a visit, she always stayed overnight.

The Family Kiss, Nanna told the child, was private and secret. It was something very special that could be shared only between beautiful little girls and their Nannas, and no one outside the family must ever know anything about it.

When you did the Family Kiss, it was not just your lips that were touching, but other parts of your bodies too. Your tongues would touch, and your nipples would touch, and your JJ’s would touch. Nanna said that was the most important part, that your JJ’s had to be touching.

When they did it, Nanna would get in bed with Chelsea, both of them completely naked. Chelsea would spread her legs apart, and Nanna would lay on top of the girl. First she would make sure that her long, hard nipples were pressing against Chelsea’s little nipples, and then she would put her hand down between their bodies. She would touch Chelsea’s JJ (that always felt really nice!), and then Nanna would use her fingers to open her own JJ, and put it right on top of Chelsea’s, and then, once everything else was in place, they would kiss with their mouths, first with their lips, and then with their tongues. Usually they kissed that way for a long time, because Nanna said you had to make sure.

If it didn’t work exactly right the first time, if something wasn’t in the perfect position, they would have to do it again and again, until all the parts were touching at the same time. The Family Kiss was very special and very important, and it had to be done right — and it was also very private and secret.

~  ~  ~

Chelsea loved doing the Family Kiss with Nanna. It always excited her when Nanna would come into her bedroom at night, close the door, turn the light down low, and then slowly take off her nightgown while Chelsea watched. She loved it when she could see Nanna’s titties — they were bigger than her Mommy’s — and Nanna’s beautiful JJ, which was soft and smooth just like Chelsea’s and just like Mommy’s. Nanna’s skin was golden brown all over, because she said she always went naked in the tanning booth, and Chelsea loved looking at her Nanna’s nude body.

Chelsea also loved the way her Nanna smelled so nice. As soon as she came into the room, the little girl happily inhaled the woman’s sweet perfume, and when they were naked in bed together, with Nanna’s body on top of Chelsea’s, and they were getting ready for the last part of the kiss, the part with their lips and tongues, Chelsea would always take a very deep breath so she could get as much of Nanna’s wonderful smell into her as possible.

After Nanna kissed her goodnight and left Chelsea’s bedroom, when they were finished doing the Family Kiss, Chelsea would feel warm and happy all over. She loved how Nanna’s smell would still be strong in the room, even on her own skin. She would run her hands over her young body and then smile as she smelled her fingers.

She loved how it felt when she rubbed her own nipples, right where Nanna’s big nipples had been pressing against her. It felt so nice, and sometimes the little girl’s nipples would start getting hard too. That was amazing when it happened. It made Chelsea want to pet her kitty.

Chelsea would put her hand down between her legs then, touching her JJ just where Nanna’s JJ had been, and almost always she would feel something wet and sticky down there. When she smelled it, it smelled different from Nanna’s perfume, but it smelled really nice too. And it tasted wonderful. She licked her fingers, then closed her eyes and petted her kitty and thought about doing the Family Kiss with her Nanna. It made her feel so good inside.

~  ~  ~

One night, when Chelsea was nine years old and they were getting ready to try the Family Kiss for the third time that evening (because the first two times not everything had been in the exact right place), Chelsea said, “Nanna?”

“Yes, my darling?” Chelsea could see that her Nanna’s eyes were half closed, as if she was very sleepy. But she was also smiling and looked happy.

“When Mommy was little, like me, did you do the Family Kiss with her?”

“No, baby girl, not when she was young like you, because this is something special just for little girls and their Nannas, remember?”

“Oh, yeah, that’s right” Chelsea said. “But then, did Mommy have a Nanna who did the Family Kiss with her?”

Nanna smiled at her. “Oh, yes, baby. Yes, she did.”

And, as Nanna said this, she pressed her JJ against Chelsea’s JJ harder than she ever had before. She kept pressing her JJ in against Chelsea’s, kind of moving it up and down a little bit, and she was kissing her mouth, and their lips were so wet, and they were both breathing hard, and for some reason Nanna didn’t even seem to care that their nipples weren’t matched up perfectly — and then suddenly Nanna got really stiff and she made a squealing sound and she took her mouth away from Chelsea’s and cried out “Oh God!” as she looked up in the air and her whole body kind of shook all over a couple of times…… and then she was quiet.

~  ~  ~

After that, whenever Nanna came into Chelsea’s room at night to do the Family Kiss with her, it would always end with Nanna getting really excited and moving very fast on top of the girl until that same thing happened, that thing where Nanna groaned out loud and her body started shaking and she pressed her JJ so hard against Chelsea’s that it almost hurt but also felt really good at the same time. The girl never wanted her Nanna to stop right then. She wanted Nanna to keep going, because it seemed as if Chelsea was getting close to having something special happen to her too.

But every time after Nanna had that thing happen, she would rest for a minute, then she would give Chelsea a big kiss and tell her thank you (for what, the child wasn’t sure), before saying goodnight, picking up her gown from the floor, and going back to Mommy’s bedroom, where Nanna and Mommy slept together when Nanna visited.

The only good thing was that after Nanna was gone, Chelsea could reach down to her JJ and find so much of the wet sticky stuff that Nanna left behind. It tasted wonderful, and it felt really nice when she would rub that stuff all around her own JJ, petting her little kitty while thinking about how much she loved her Nanna and the Family Kiss.

~  ~  ~

When Chelsea was almost ten years old, her titties started to grow. This made her Nanna very excited. She loved looking at the girl’s little titties, touching them, playing with them, even kissing them.

One night, as they were getting ready to do the Family Kiss, Nanna asked her if she wanted to try playing the Lollipop Game.

“What’s the Lollipop Game?”

“Well,” Nanna explained, “you know when you have a nice round lollipop, really tasty and sweet, and first you lick it for a while until it’s all wet and juicy and slippery? And then maybe you put the whole thing in your mouth and suck on it? You know how fun that is?”

“I guess,” said the girl.

“So, when you play the Lollipop Game, you pretend that you have a nice sweet lollipop to lick, except instead of a lollipop, we’ll use something else.”

“Like what?”

“Want me to show you?”

“Okay.”

They were sitting in Chelsea’s bed, and both she and her Nanna were already naked. Nanna gave her a big smile, and then a nice warm kiss on the lips. She seemed extra happy that night.

“Now, let’s see,” Nanna began, “what part of my sweet little Chelsea could I try using as a lollipop? Could I use her ears? No, that wouldn’t work so well… maybe her nose? Um, no, bad idea…”

The little girl giggled.

“How about using Chelsea’s elbow — would that make a good lollipop? No, of course it wouldn’t… oh, wait, I know!”

She was looking right at the child’s chest, at her tiny tits. “I’ll bet I could use her cute little nipples. Yes, of course, they would make lovely lollipops for me!”

Chelsea laughed, but she felt her nipples growing hard as her Nanna stared at them. Then Nanna leaned over, bringing her face close to one of Chelsea’s titties.

“Just look at that beautiful lollipop. I’ll bet it must taste very sweet and delicious. Maybe I should try licking it.”

Chelsea could not believe how incredibly good it felt when her Nanna’s warm tongue started licking her nipple. And Nanna really did pretend it was a lollipop too. First she licked it for a long time, licking all around, doing it hard and soft, fast and slow, licking the sides and then right over the tip.

All this gave Chelsea amazing new feelings she had never felt before. Her JJ started to get hot inside and kind of tingly, like it was electric or something. It made her want to reach down and touch her kitty, but she didn’t want to mess up the game, so she told herself to wait and see what would happen next.

It was awfully hard to sit still, though. She tried to — but when Nanna switched over to the other nipple and began licking it the same way, Chelsea heard herself groan and then her thighs suddenly pressed together, all on their own, and when she squeezed her muscles down there, it made her feel sort of dizzy and jumpy.

“Ahh,” Nanna said, “my little girl likes playing the Lollipop Game, doesn’t she?”

The child was trembling with excitement. “Y-yes, I… it, it’s fun…”

Now Nanna was eagerly licking the second nipple while using her fingers to gently fondle the first one.

Chelsea kept squeezing her thighs together. She didn’t really know what it meant or exactly what was happening, but it felt so good that she couldn’t stop.

“Okay, these lollipops are nice and wet,” said Nanna. “And they taste so sweet and delicious, I think I’m going to have to suck on them now.”

Nanna put her strong hands on Chelsea’s waist, pulling the child closer to her, and Chelsea followed Nanna’s lead. Soon she was straddling the woman’s bare thigh, and Nanna had her arms wrapped around the little girl and Chelsea put her arms around Nanna’s back and Nanna was pulling her in very very close, so close it was like they were doing the Family Kiss only they were sitting up on the bed and Nanna had her mouth over Chelsea’s nipple now and she was sucking on it, she was sucking on it, and oh that felt so nice and Chelsea’s JJ was on top of Nanna’s leg and when she moved it back and forth on Nanna’s leg it felt really warm and good and she kept rubbing it on Nanna’s leg so good and now Nanna’s sucking the other nipple sucking it hard and it feels so nice and oh what is that there’s something slippery and warm on Nanna’s leg making my JJ slide so easy and so fast and faster even faster don’t stop and do it harder faster on Nanna’s leg it’s so hot and slippery suck my nipple Nanna harder harder faster Nanna I can’t stop I’m—

Something BIG happened to Chelsea then.

She was moving her JJ back and forth on Nanna’s leg when this new thing, this strange electric buzzy feeling that kept on growing inside her exploded without warning. It was so strong it made Chelsea feel like she could die from it but it also felt so wonderful and so perfect… for a few seconds it even seemed like she totally disappeared, or maybe the whole world disappeared, everything except for her JJ and her Nanna’s leg where it was so hot and slippery. That was all that mattered.

It was the little girl’s first orgasm.

Chelsea’s Nanna held her tightly as the child climaxed on her leg. She continued sucking her granddaughter’s nipple, wanting to prolong the little girl’s pleasure as long as possible.

When Chelsea finally started to come down from her peak of ecstasy, still trembling all over, Nanna reluctantly released the girl’s nipple from her mouth and hugged little Chelsea close, kissing her neck, tasting her salty sweat, running her hands up and down over the child’s thrilling, delectable, feverishly hot young body.

“My darling girl, my darling baby girl,” Nanna whispered as she kissed and caressed the child.

It was difficult for Chelsea to get her shaking under control, or even to draw a steady breath for minute or two, but eventually, as she gradually grew calmer, she was able to ask, “Oh, Nanna, what — what was that? What happened?”

Taking the little girl’s face in her hands, looking deeply into her beautiful light blue eyes, the older woman said, “You had an orgasm, my love.”

“A what?”

Nanna smiled at her. “It was an orgasm. A sexual climax. You came.”

“I did?”

“You certainly did, little one. Did you enjoy it?”

“Oh, yes, very much!” Chelsea exclaimed. “But — but it was so huge, so strong, I mean, it was kind of scary for me too. I didn’t know what was happening. Will it always be like that?”

“Sometimes it might be. But at least now you will know what to expect. I’m sure it will always be wonderful and exciting for you each time, but probably not so scary.”

“Good. I didn’t know what to think. I mean, in a way, I couldn’t think. You know?”

“Yes, honey, I know what you mean,” said Nanna. “That’s what it’s like for me too, when I come on top of you while we’re doing the Family Kiss. For just a moment everything else goes away — it all disappears, everything except my body and yours, and my orgasm.”

“That’s right, everything just went away and it was like I disappeared or something. I didn’t know what it meant, and it was, I mean, I was scared, but — but gosh, Nanna, now I want to do it again!”

They laughed together and hugged.

~  ~  ~

For the next several weeks, it seemed like Nanna was visiting with Chelsea and her Mommy all the time. Nanna started sleeping over with them more than she stayed at her own house. This made Chelsea happy, because now she and Nanna were doing the Family Kiss a lot more often, instead of just once a week or so.

The girl also discovered that when she petted her kitty, if she did it long enough and in just the right way, she could bring herself the same fantastic feeling that she’d had while rubbing herself on Nanna’s leg. And sometimes, after she had an ‘orgasm’, Chelsea found some of that wet sticky stuff coming out of her own JJ. That was awesome! It tasted really good, and if she spread it around on her kitty and then petted her kitty some more with it, she could give herself another orgasm, and another, and another.

The ten-year-old spent many happy hours doing that, not only at night in her bed, but also in the morning as soon as she woke up, and in the afternoon right after getting home from school, and — well, just about any time she felt like it. When Chelsea was little, her Mommy had told her she could touch herself that way as much as she wanted, and so she did.

Chelsea’s Mommy often liked to watch her daughter while she petted her kitty, either coming into her bedroom at night, or just stopping her housework to look at Chelsea while the pretty child sat naked on the living room sofa and played with herself.

Chelsea liked it when her Mommy watched her. She noticed that her Mommy usually put her own hand down inside her pants then too, and the girl knew she was petting her own kitty.

~  ~  ~

Almost every time now, when Nanna would come in at night to do the Family Kiss with Chelsea or to play the Lollipop Game with her, Chelsea was able to have an orgasm with her Nanna, and sometimes they would have orgasms together at the exact same moment. That was so amazing when it happened.

The child loved her Nanna so much, loved holding her and touching her and kissing her. Now when they did the Family Kiss, when Nanna carefully placed her JJ over Chelsea’s JJ and her large nipples against the girl’s younger ones, it made Chelsea more excited than ever before. Because she knew that as soon as they started kissing, her Nanna would begin moving on top of her, sliding their JJ’s together, making Chelsea get all hot and tingly inside, and in a few minutes they would both have an orgasm.

And there was another thing that made the little girl happy. When they would play the Lollipop Game, Chelsea was now doing some of the licking and sucking too. She got to pretend her Nanna’s nipples were big lollipops, sweet treats for her to enjoy for as long as she wanted. Chelsea just doing loved that.

~  ~  ~

One night, about three months after the time when Chelsea had her very first orgasm, Nanna had a big announcement for her. They were in Chelsea’s bed, Nanna’s warm body laying on top of the girl’s. They had just finished doing the Family Kiss again, and they were both hot and sweaty, the small bedroom filled with the aroma of Nanna’s perfume and their combined pussy juices.

“You know what, baby girl?” Nanna murmured as she kissed and licked the child’s neck.

“What?”

Nanna pushed herself up so she could look into her granddaughter’s blue eyes. “I think you’re ready, honey. I think it’s time for us to bring your Mommy in too, to let her join us in doing the Family Kiss.”

“My Mommy? Really? Oh good!!”

~  ~  ~

The longstanding tradition in this unusual family was that it was the privilege of each succeeding grandmother to initiate the current budding young girl into the pleasures of lesbian incest. Because every generation had only a single child — always a female, of course — this momentous time would come around just once in about every fifteen years.

For as long as anyone could remember, their unique method had been to start by teaching the young one how to do the Family Kiss. This usually took place when the child was around eight years old, but it was up to the grandmother to determine when she thought the girl was ripe enough and ready to learn.

If the process went according to plan, as it nearly always did, and the little girl acquired the ability to experience orgasms often and repeatedly, then it would be time to move to the next level. Sometimes this point could be reached within only a few months, but normally it was longer, taking at least a year and often two or three years.

With Chelsea, it had been a little more than two years. That was well within the range of average, although Chelsea’s mother occasionally wondered if her own mother had been stretching things out a bit, wanting to extend her period of individual erotic delights with the girl. That was normal too, and perfectly understandable, but Chelsea’s mother longed for the next step to be reached.

~  ~  ~

“With my Mommy? Really? I get to do the Family Kiss with her? Can we play the Lollipop Game too?”

“Yes, darling,” her Nanna laughed, “you can do those things with her. But that’s only the beginning. There are many new things your Mommy and I are going to teach you as well.”

That evening, instead of going back to her Mommy’s bedroom when they were finished, Nanna stayed with Chelsea the whole night through, sleeping in her little bed with her. She had never done that before.

Several times that night, Chelsea awoke in the dark, feeling Nanna’s warm skin right next to hers, the older woman’s sweet smell all around. She felt happy and loved, and she also felt excited when she remembered that soon she would be doing the Family Kiss with her Mommy too! What a wonderful time it was for the little girl.

Continue on to Part Two

Perverse Pleasures, Part Two

  • Posted on February 26, 2017 at 3:10 pm

By Naughty Mommy

So, that’s who I am.

I’m a pervert. I love to masturbate in public.

And all of this has been leading up to the most amazing experience I have ever had.

I’m a senior in college now, 21 years old, a journalism major. In a few months I’ll get my degree, then next fall I’ll begin working on my masters. My schedule is fairly light this final semester, only a couple of classes a week. I’ve done very well in my studies — I’ll graduate near the top of my class, in fact, if you’ll pardon the bragging.

Along the way, happily, I’ve also been able to continue doing what I most love to do.

None of my professors, as far as I know, has a clue that quite often I’ve been getting myself off during their lectures. By now I’ve perfected my methods. I can make myself come almost at will merely by crossing my legs and squeezing them together, repeatedly clenching my thigh muscles to stimulate my clit. This works amazingly well. I’ve given myself countless orgasms that way, even while seated in a crowded classroom with students on either side.

Nothing can replace the feel of my fingers on my bare sex, however. So, if possible, I’ll try to slip a hand inside my clothing. It’s not as easy to get away with that, of course. Usually I’m not able to do so, but if I can, I will. I finger myself until I reach climax, then nonchalantly raise my hand to my face, pretending to scratch my nose while inhaling the fragrance of my juicy cunt.

I love to masturbate during my classes, but elsewhere too: in the cafeteria while eating lunch; in a store while shopping; at the park, sitting on a bench; riding on the bus, seated next to strangers; I’ve even done it while riding in an elevator. As long as I’m around others, around people who have no idea what I’m really doing, but who might discover it, that idea drives me wild. I’m such a pervert.

*       *       *

To earn some money, and because I like books, for the past year or so I’ve been working part-time in a used bookstore near the campus. It’s sort of a quiet, out-of-the-way place, called Legacy Books.

I enjoy working at Legacy because the owner, Mr. Tinworth, trusts me and pays me pretty well. He’s not around much, and doesn’t seem to mind that business is usually slow. I suppose he already must have however much money he needs or wants.

As you might expect, I frequently masturbate at work, because why wouldn’t I? Since the store is often empty, I’m on my own and can do whatever I choose. Naturally it’s not as fun and exciting when I’m alone, though, doing it with no customers around, but if I feel the need to come, I’ll do it anyway. Sometimes, to spice things up, I’ve stood close to the front window, taking a chance that passersby on the street will see me. That makes me so hot.

In addition to selling used books, we also purchase them at Legacy for resale, or take them on trade. When I first started there, Mr. Tinworth didn’t allow me to do that. But after a time, when I’d shown some interest and aptitude, he turned the job over to me. Now I do almost all our buying.

In that capacity, I’ve made sure that our Erotica section is very well-stocked. We have an excellent selection of 19th century and early 20th century pornographic novels and short story collections, as well as items from more recent authors. It’s one of our most popular areas of the store, accounting for nearly a third of our total transactions.

And that brings me to the amazing experience I promised to tell you about.

It was a Thursday afternoon, a typically slow day at Legacy Books, perhaps even slower than usual. Mr. Tinworth had shown up in the morning but soon left, saying he’d see me on Friday. I had no classes to attend that day, and would close the shop at 7:00. We’d had a few customers and I’d made a couple of sales, but nothing special.

Then, about 1:30, they came in — two women, one mature, one younger, together with a little girl around 8 years old. It appeared the three were related, most likely mother, daughter, and granddaughter. I was somewhat surprised to see the child, considering it was a school day. Later I found out that they were traveling, on their way to attend a relative’s wedding the next day, and had stopped in our town for lunch and to do some shopping.

At any rate, I was very glad they were there. This gave me an opportunity to play with myself in an unusually provocative setting, with a young girl and two women. So naughty, and so nice!

I smiled at the group as they came in. The women nodded to me and said hello, then commenced browsing. There was no one else in the store.

The child was adorable, wearing a pink quilted jacket and a very short yellow dress that came less than halfway down her thighs. She had big round brown eyes, long eyelashes, and rosy cheeks. Her dark hair was shoulder length, curled under, with flirty bangs.

The darling girl headed straight for the children’s section, located at the front of our shop, picked out several items to look at, then sat down on a small wooden chair we keep there and began to page through the books. Both women, meanwhile, had disappeared toward the rear.

I perched on my stool behind the counter, looking at the child as I squeezed my thighs together, clenching the muscles to stimulate my clit. Soon I parted my legs, sliding a hand up under my short skirt, gently stroking my pussy through my satin panties. The sales counter was tall enough that no one could see what I was doing unless they were standing very close, and the women were out of sight. I felt safe, but not too safe.

How I love to touch myself. I’m quite an expert at it, of course, since I’ve been doing it pretty much all my life, masturbating many times a day, knowing exactly what to do to really get myself going. As you know, however, nothing turns me on more than doing it in public, where there’s a chance I might get caught. Just like this, in front of a little girl, with her mom and her grandmother not far away. So fucking hot.

Then I noticed something unusual, something surprising. While the child was examining the books, her legs had come open. And not just a little bit either, they were wide apart. She was facing toward me as she sat, and I had a clear, extremely arousing view of her white cotton undies.

Had she done this on purpose? Was the girl deliberately trying to turn me on? No, that couldn’t be, could it?

Well, whether it was deliberate or not, I was turned on, very turned on. After quickly glancing around to make sure no one would be able to see, I put my other hand between my legs and pulled my own panties aside so I could touch myself directly.

I was already very wet. My fingers slid up and down inside my slit, spreading the gooey moisture around. Should I make myself come? Sure, why not? I’d done it plenty of times with people inside the shop, more times than I could count. And my clitoris was so big and hard, throbbing, just begging for it.

Gazing at the lovely child, staring at those white panties between her wide-open legs, I fondled my clit, sliding my slippery fingers over the nub, playing with myself until I was right on the edge, almost there.

The little girl raised her head. She looked into my eyes and smiled. That alone just about put me over the top — except then her gaze shifted away from me, went behind me, and her smile grew even wider.

Startled, I turned my head to discover both women standing near the counter, only a few feet away. In my aroused, frenzied, distracted state, I somehow hadn’t noticed them returning from the back of the store. I quickly pulled my hands from between my legs, straightening my skirt, trying to act as if nothing had happened.

It was no use. They’d seen everything. They knew exactly what was going on.

But the amazing thing is, they didn’t mind! In fact, they approved!

“Please, don’t stop,” the younger woman said to me. “Keep going. She likes to watch.”

“Yes, she does. And so do we,” added the older woman.

“What — I — ?” I didn’t know what to say.

I knew I was blushing something furious, and sweating too. It was so rare for me to actually be caught masturbating, and never before had it been like this, while staring between the legs of a little girl!

“Don’t stop, keep going,” repeated the younger woman. “Please, we really want you to.”

As she said this, both women moved across to stand behind the child. The way our store is arranged the section they were in, though near the front door, cannot be seen from outside. There’s a brick wall and a shelf of children’s books that hid them from view. I mention this because the next thing that happened totally shocked me.

The mature woman, probably in her mid-50s, but still slim and quite pretty, immediately pulled her long loose dress up around her waist, holding it with one hand as she slid the other inside her panties. The younger woman, who was wearing jeans, opened them and pushed her hand down inside too, rubbing herself.

“We love to watch,” said the older woman. “We love watching each other, and we want to watch you, okay?”

“Um… okay…”  Who was I to say no?

I stepped out from behind the counter, facing toward them, but with the tall counter allowing only my upper body to be visible from the sidewalk. I yanked up my miniskirt, pushed my panties down around my knees, and resumed masturbating for them.

Of course, if another customer had come in, I don’t know what we would have done, but fortunately no one did.

We played with ourselves, three women masturbating in a public place, watching one another — and with a child watching too!

But the little girl did more than merely observe. After a minute or so, the younger woman, who I soon found out was indeed her mother, said to the child, “Why don’t you show her, okay? Let her see you.”

“Okay,” the girl nodded happily.

She’d been sitting in the small chair with her legs still spread wide, looking up at me and smiling. Now she briefly stood and tugged her panties down, stepping out of them, then sat down again. The girl used her fingers to open her smooth, hairless pussy lips, giving me a look inside.

Oh my god, so beautiful, so perfect, so inviting… lovely and pink and soft and… and wet… yes, wet! The child’s pussy was clearly, unmistakably wet!!

That’s when I came, when I saw that.

I’d wanted to hold off, trying to time it so we could all climax together, the two women and I — but this illicit, erotic view of a little girl’s juicy pussy suddenly shoved me over the top. I gasped and groaned, cupping my vulva in both hands, jiggling them a little to extend the orgasm, all while praying that no one would come in and find us.

When I finally finished and was able to open my eyes, I saw that they were all three looking at me, at my hands between my legs.

“Uh-huh, uh-huh, uh-huh, uh-huh,” grunted the older woman, fingers moving fast inside her panties. Then, “Ohh unhh UNHH!” she groaned, climaxing loudly.

The younger woman’s jeans were down around her knees now and her panties as well. She had two fingers inside her cunt, pumping rapidly in and out, making a wet, slapping sound.

“Yes, yes, yes!” the woman cried, and then she came too. It was so hot, so incredibly hot.

But the most exciting thing of all was the little girl, the child.

Sitting in the chair with her thin legs spread wide apart, fingers ticking her clit, she kept her big brown eyes locked on mine, smiling, licking her lips, playing with herself, until — a sudden shudder, a high-pitched squeal, her cute face turning red — I saw her come.

Oh my god, this was unbelievably exciting. So exciting, in fact, that it made me come a second time.

I’d kept my fingers moving as I watched the two women bringing themselves to orgasm, and then, when the young girl and I made eye contact, I’d taken a step closer to her, pulling my panties to the side, fully exposing myself, showing the child my wet pussy, rubbing myself for her. And when she came, I came too.

I have no idea how many orgasms I had that afternoon. They seemed to just keep coming, over and over, one on top of the other. I’m pretty sure both women came more than once as well, though it’s impossible to say for sure. It’s all such a blur of erotic excitement, fingers flying over pussies, the cries of ecstasy, the intoxicating aroma of feminine sex…

Some time later, perhaps twenty or thirty minutes, maybe it was longer, I don’t know, but at last we were spent. Gasping, panting, smiling at one another and giggling in our post-orgasmic high as we licked the goo from our fingers, we began getting ourselves back together again.

I was about to ask if they had any plans for dinner that night, hoping I might be able to spend more time with them, when the older woman said to the other, “I hate to say this, but we really need to get going. We’ve still got a long way.”

“Yeah, I guess you’re right,” nodded the younger woman. Turning to me, she explained, “We’re driving to San Francisco. We need to be there tomorrow for a wedding.”

“It’s a lesbian wedding,” added the little girl with a grin.

“Yes,” said the older woman. “It will be my other daughter, the younger one, and her girlfriend.”

“All right, well, have fun,” I told them.

“Thank you,” said the mature woman. “Oh, I almost forgot. I did want to buy this. We found it in the back, in that very nice special section you have.”

She placed her selection on the counter. It was a three-volume paperback set, titled The Joy of Looking.

“Good choice,” I winked. “That’s one of our best sellers.”

I rang up the purchase, and then they were gone, waving at me through the window as they walked off down the street. And I was left to wonder… what might have happened if they had not just been passing through, but were in town for a longer visit? Or what if they lived near by?

I wondered about their home life too… what must that be like? I sat on my stool behind the counter, facing away from the window and masturbated again as I considered this, thinking about the possibilities.

Finally, just before I came, I came to a decision. From now on, I affirmed, I’m going to be a lot less cautious about playing with myself in public. Who knows what other fun experiences it could lead to?

THE END

Perverse Pleasures, Part One

  • Posted on February 20, 2017 at 1:04 pm

By Naughty Mommy

I’m a pervert.

It’s true, I admit it. Well, I don’t actually admit it to anyone except myself, but there you go.

The reason I call myself a pervert is because the one thing that gets me off more than anything else is masturbating in public. Yes, in public. That gets me so hot I can barely stand it. Not where anyone can actually see me — not quite, anyway — but where someone might be able to see me. God, it makes me so wet, I can come over and over again.

I’ve been doing this since… you know, as I think about it, I realize now that I’ve been doing this ever since I was just a little girl.

I didn’t really know it was masturbation at the beginning, or even anything sexual, I guess, but I can remember in grade school how my teachers used to take me aside and tell me to quit playing with myself. Most of my teachers, anyway.

There was this one, Ms. Lessing, in third grade, who never tried to stop me. I think she enjoyed it. Ms. Lessing moved me up to the first row of desks, right in front of where she sat, and every day I would catch her watching as my fingers crept down between my legs while I was doing my schoolwork. She gave me really good grades.

I liked having Ms. Lessing look at me. I remember wishing that some of the other female teachers I had would enjoy looking at me when I played with myself instead of scolding me about it. But the others weren’t as nice as her.

As I got older, I became better at hiding what I was doing. I used to practice a lot at home, in front of the mirror in my bedroom. I would try on different sets of clothes and see which ones allowed me to get the most satisfying touch with the least chance of being discovered.

By the time I was in sixth grade, I was so clever at it that I could play with myself pretty much all day long at school and no one ever noticed. I’d realized by then, of course, that what I was doing was certainly something sexual. I knew what masturbation was, or at least the idea of it, and I knew how good it made me feel to touch myself that way.

I realized too about that time that it was not only my physical actions that got me so excited, but also the things I thought about while I was doing it. When I imagined some of my prettiest teachers naked, or if I pretended I was touching one of the girls I had a secret crush on, that would make the pleasurable feelings even stronger.

It was during that year, when I was 11, that I finally had my first orgasm.

My last class in the afternoon was music, in the auditorium. I played clarinet. I’d been rubbing myself almost constantly throughout the day and my panties were very wet.

By then I’d also discovered that I didn’t always have to use my fingers to please myself. If I sat just right, I could squeeze my thighs together and get this incredibly nice sensation. This was the perfect method to use in music class, because as we were playing a tune, I could sort of move my body in time with the rhythm, and nobody would know what I was up to.

That’s what I’d been doing that afternoon, and by the time the class ended, I was getting really hot and sweaty with excitement and I knew my panties were soaked. I remember being worried that someone might notice how I looked and maybe ask if I was sick or something, but luckily no one did.

While the other students were putting away their instruments after class, I sort of hung back, moving into the shadows, waiting until everyone else had left. And when the auditorium was empty, I took a chair to the center of the stage where we practiced and sat down, facing toward a phantom audience.

My heart was pounding. I wanted someone to see me, to watch me, but at the same time I was terrified of being discovered and getting punished. It’s that sense of danger, of course, that heightens the thrill for me and gets me so hot.

As I sat in the chair and looked out, I slowly spread my legs. I was wearing a loose cotton dress that day. I drew it up my thighs and reached down to touch my panties. As I’d expected, they were very wet.

I put a hand inside. It felt steamy and moist in there, like a jungle. I used my other hand to pull the panties aside, uncovering my naked crotch, and began rubbing myself.

I kept looking at the auditorium doors, wondering what I would do if someone came in, a janitor or another student. Could I get away in time? Could I make some excuse? Or would it be completely obvious what I was doing?

Part of me knew I should stop. But another part of me knew I couldn’t. I had to do this.

That was definitely the biggest risk I had taken up to that point in my life. And as I sat there on the stage, totally exposed to anyone who wanted to look, and vigorously rubbed my hairless pussy, I began to feel something new happening inside me… a swirling warmth, a surging pressure, building, pulsing, growing… I was trembling all over… I kept rubbing myself, kept trying to look at the doors just in case, as I felt that pressure inside getting stronger and hotter… hotter and stronger… and then it happened. The surge boiled over. My first real climax.

*       *       *

No one came in and saw me that day. I was very lucky.

As soon as I got home from school, I went into the bathroom and locked the door. I was alone in the house, but for some reason I wanted to make sure I wouldn’t get caught. Maybe it was because the ordeal on stage had really frightened me.

I took off all my clothes and stood in front of the mirror.

I looked at my body. My breasts were still just little swellings with puffy nipples. I had no pubic hair. I didn’t look like a woman yet. I looked like a young girl.

Using my fingers, I spread my labia. I could see something sticky and whitish inside.

I started warm water running in the bathtub and got in to wash myself off. I held my vulva under the faucet and tried to clean the sticky stuff away. Of course, you can guess what happened. Pretty soon I had my second orgasm.

After that, I began to masturbate all the time. Well, I suppose you could say I already had been masturbating all the time, but not all the way to climax. But now that I had discovered what it was really all about, I simply couldn’t get enough.

I masturbated in the bathroom, in my bedroom, and also in other rooms of the house. I liked trying it in different places to see where it would get me the most excited.

Doing it on my mom’s bed was nice, and I especially liked doing it in her bathroom, looking at my reflection in the mirror. I sometimes did it in the kitchen, in the family room, or in the backyard.

I did it at school, too, of course, as often as I could.

A few weeks after my experience in the auditorium, I managed to have my first orgasm while sitting inside a classroom full of students.

We were taking a history test. I was in the last row, on the side, so only one person really had a good view of me, and she didn’t seem to be paying much attention. The test was easy. I finished quickly, ahead of everyone else.

As I’d been working, I had one hand pressed between my thighs, and I’d been squeezing my legs together. I would do this regularly throughout the day, as much as I could without being seen. It felt great.

But on this day I needed more.

Very quietly, I slid my hand up under my big sweater and then down inside the stretchy waistband of my skirt and into my panties. When I felt my middle finger pressing between my labia, into my hot center, I had to suppress a gasp.

I was good at doing that. I knew from lots of practice how excited I would get and how I could best control my reactions. Glancing over at Pamela, the girl sitting nearest to me, I saw that she was focused on her work and wasn’t at all concerned with what I was doing.

While I pretended to be checking my answers on the test, slowly running my pencil up and down the page, I gently teased my clit with my other hand. I wasn’t sure I could actually make myself come that way, using a minimum of motion and permitting myself no outward sign of arousal.

But I did.

I felt the pressure slowly building inside me that day until, about thirty seconds before the class ended, I reached climax. I remember feeling not only intensely aroused and sexually fulfilled, but also very proud. It was gratifying to know that I could give myself so much wonderful pleasure whenever and wherever I wanted.

And, of course, having successfully done it one time, I continued to do it as often as I could manage. From middle school all the way through high school, I masturbated to orgasm in the classroom at least twice a week on average while I fantasized about looking at a naked woman or kissing a cute girl. As far as I know, no one ever realized what I was doing.

I enjoyed doing it at other places too, like at the city library, at the shopping mall, and in the park. I love to masturbate, and most of all I love to masturbate in locations where someone might possibly see me.

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A few times people have seen me.

The first time was in a bookstore at the mall. I was 14. I was rubbing myself while I browsed the shelves, but apparently I wasn’t being quite careful enough. I discovered that a middle-aged man was staring at me. That grossed me out. I left right away and didn’t go back to that store for a long time.

The next time it happened was at the beach, when I was 15. I caught a woman watching me while I played with myself. I didn’t stop, and when she saw that I knew she watching, she didn’t look away either. I continued until I finished. Then she quickly picked up all her things and rushed off. Heading home to masturbate, probably.

Two years later, when I was 17, someone saw me again. It was at the mall. I was in the lingerie section of a department store, looking at some sexy nighties, and I got really turned on. I decided to masturbate right there. I went between two racks of bras and panties and stuck my hand down inside my jeans. I was about halfway to climax when I noticed a couple of girls, both around 12 years old, standing nearby and looking at me. They were clutching at each other and blushing and giggling, but doing it quietly. I think they didn’t want to call attention either to themselves or to me. They wanted me to keep going, and so I did. I rubbed myself until I came.

And that’s it. I have masturbated hundreds of time in public places, but as far as I know, I have been seen doing it by only those four people. Chances are, I suppose, that there have been others that I wasn’t aware of. If there were, I hope they enjoyed it. Especially if they were pretty girls.

That’s one of my favorite fantasies: that I’ll be touching myself somewhere and a hot looking girl, maybe a teenager, will see me, and then she’ll start touching herself too while I watch.

That hasn’t happened yet, but who knows, maybe someday it will.

Continue on to Part Two