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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.

*       *       *

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.

Part Two is coming soon!

In the Closet, Part Two

  • Posted on February 13, 2017 at 12:59 pm

By Naughty Mommy

The next month, almost the same thing happened.

We got naked in the closet, lay down together on the comforter with Lori on top, and began kissing. She rubbed her body against mine, humping my thigh, then took my hand in hers and placed it between her legs. As we kissed, my sister slid her hot wet cunny up and down on my fingers, faster and faster, until she climaxed.

But this time she didn’t stop with only one. She broke the kiss and caught her breath, gasping and panting, and after a few seconds whispered, “I want more. Okay?”

“Okay.”

I wasn’t exactly sure what she meant by more, but I was willing to do absolutely anything Lori wanted at that point, anything at all.

“Can you… put your finger inside?” she asked.

“What do you mean?”

“Inside me. Put it inside me.”

“I — I don’t know — where?”

You can tell how clueless I still was. Although I had finally started masturbating during the preceding month, that was simply with my fingers on my labia and my clit. I hadn’t penetrated my vagina. Alone in bed at night, I would lie on my stomach and slip my hand inside my panties, humping my palm in imitation of the way my sister had humped my leg. I was able to reach orgasm, which was fabulous, but I hadn’t figured out yet that there were other places my little fingers could go.

I was about to learn.

“You know, put it inside me,” Lori said. “Here, I’ll show you.”

In the darkness of the closet, my sister reached between her legs and grasped my hand. She took the index finger, moved it down a bit, and pressed the tip of my finger against a very soft wet spot… a spot that yielded when she pressed harder, that opened and allowed my finger to enter within.

Oh my god. What a discovery! This was the most amazing, delicious thing I’d ever felt in my young life. So warm, so soft, so pleasant and welcoming — and so exciting.

“Fuck me,” my sister urged. “Fuck me with your finger.”

“Okay.”

I’d heard the word ‘fuck’ before from kids at school. I knew it was a bad word, a dirty word, but I wasn’t entirely sure what it meant. Now I found out, and it wasn’t bad at all. It was wonderful!

“Fuck me, make me come,” said Lori.

“Okay.”

With my finger inside her juicy warm vagina, my sister put her mouth over mine, her tongue intruding. We kissed, and I fucked her, and I made her come.

She came three more times that way, and then at last our game ended for the night. Lori lay panting on top of me, her body hot and sweaty, completely spent. After recovering for a minute or so, she kissed me a final time, then whispered, “Maybe next month we’ll try something else, all right?”

“Sure, okay, anything.”

After she left the closet, I sniffed my moistened index finger. It smelled nice. I licked it, and I liked the way it tasted.

Gathering up my clothes, I went to my own room, eager to experiment, see what would happen if I put my finger inside myself that same way. Could I do it? Would it feel just as nice?

Yes, I could, and yes, it did.

 * * *

I masturbated more than ever during the next several weeks, not only at night, but in the morning when I woke up, and numerous times after I arrived home from school. In my mind while I fucked myself with my finger, I replayed the unmatchable excitement of fucking my sister Lori.

Oh, how I loved that. I wanted to do it with her again so badly. I was sure we would as soon as we had the chance, but that could be such an interminable wait! Who knew when our mom and dad would go out again and leave us alone? Often it was longer than a month between occasions, sometimes even two months or more.

I tried to catch my sister’s eye, perhaps send a subtle unspoken suggestion that she and I should try doing something secret between those times, sneaking into each other’s rooms at night, or getting together after school. But Lori ignored these entreaties, if she even noticed them.

We never spoke about these things anywhere but inside our parents’ walk-in closet. To all outward appearances, we were just a normal pair of siblings, ten years old and thirteen years old. There was nothing remarkable about us. No one else knew what we did. But I knew and she knew.

And we waited.

 * * *

Finally, almost two months after the last time, we were in the closet again, lying together in the steamy darkness, kissing and humping.

I was on fire with arousal that night. My hands went everywhere, fondling my sister’s boobs as we kissed, squeezing her stiff nipples, then clutching her ass, pulling her tightly against me, lifting my pelvis to thrust my still hairless mound into her crotch.

In my feverish excitement, I suddenly grabbed Lori’s hand, placing it between my legs.

“Fuck me,” I said. “Fuck my cunny with your finger.”

“Really?”

“Uh-huh.”

“Are you sure?”

“Yeah,” I nodded in the dark, “you fuck me, and I’ll fuck you. We’ll do it together.”

This was a switch. For the first time I was taking control of events. I hadn’t planned to do that, it just happened in the heat of the moment.

“Okay,” said Lori, “if you’re sure.”

“I am sure. I want you to fuck me!”

“Oh my god — well, all right.”

She tentatively fingered my slit, spreading the lips, exploring my smooth wetness. I reached for her too at the same time. Lori’s breath felt hot on my face. We weren’t kissing just then, but were both breathing hard, panting with arousal as we fondled one another.

My sister found the opening to my vagina. The tip of her finger made a small circle, sliding around the rim. It felt so good. But then she seemed to hesitate.

I was trembling all over, wanting this more than I’d ever wanted anything.

“Fuck me, Lori. Fuck my cunny!”

“Jesus… okay.”

Slowly she pushed her finger inside. I did the same with her. We fucked each other. We kissed, we humped, we fucked, and we both came.

 * * *

For more than another year, that was as far as we went. Finger-fucking in the closet, kissing and groping, coming over and over, month after month. It was heavenly. I adored those special times and looked forward to them with lustful anticipation.

Then, two weeks after her fifteenth birthday, Lori suggested something else.

“You want to try licking?”

“What?”

This was a brand new idea, an act I’d never even imagined. My sister informed me that girls could lick each other, that you could kiss a girl’s cunny the same way you kissed her mouth, using your tongue, and that it felt very good.

“How do you know that?” I asked.

“Cause I did it with Amber. I licked her and she licked me.”

“Really??”

“Uh-huh.”

I was shocked.

I felt betrayed, in a way, finding out that Lori was having sex with someone else and not just me. But I also felt curiously aroused by the idea, turned on by the thought of watching my sister with another girl, kissing her and touching her, fucking her, and even — licking her!

“Do you like, um… doing that with Amber?” I asked.

“Sure, it’s great. But now I want to do it with you too, okay?”

“Well, okay.”

“Good.”

Lori brought her mouth to mine and tenderly kissed my lips, her tongue lightly teasing. It was so thrilling it almost made me faint. Then she whispered, “I’ll do you first.”

“All right.”

She scooted down on the comforter.

I couldn’t see a thing in the blackness of the closet, but I felt my sister’s hands on my legs, gently pushing my thighs apart. I felt her fingers on my pussy lips, carefully parting them. I felt the soft warmth of her breath on my innermost private parts. And then I felt her kissing my sex.

Oh. My. God.

Every time she and I advanced another step in our carnal exploration, that became the newest, greatest excitement of my life: first the naked touching, then the kissing, the humping, the fingering, the fucking, and now licking. Each step lifted me still higher, to a loftier plane of erotic arousal, taking me places I never knew existed before.

Now, however, I was sure this had to be the ultimate. Nothing could possibly surpass the incredible feeling of my sister’s lips and tongue on my cunny — and in my cunny.

When I felt Lori’s hot tongue pushing inside my vagina, a surge of lustful passion suddenly tore through my body, making me shudder all over.

“You okay?” she asked, momentarily taking her mouth away from its job.

“Yeah, don’t stop. Keep doing it!”

“Okay,” she chuckled.

My sister kissed and licked, sucked and swallowed, making oral love to my cunny. She fucked me with her tongue, then sucked on my clit as she slid a finger inside me.

I came I don’t know how many times. Lori didn’t quit after I reached climax the first time. She just kept eating me, licking me, fucking me — and I kept on coming, over and over again.

At last I simply couldn’t take any more. It was too intense. I thought I would go crazy if I didn’t make it stop.

Frantically, clumsily I reached down, pushing her away. I rolled onto my side, trembling, hugging myself as I curled into a fetal position.

Lori spooned with me, tenderly stroking, soothing, saying soft words, petting my hair, kissing my shoulder.

It took a long time, but gradually I recovered. I took a very deep breath, slowly let it out, then turned back toward my sister. I felt for her face in the darkness, cupping her cheeks in my palms. I kissed her lips and whispered, “Thank you.”

 * * *

The following month, it was my turn.

We shut the closet door, took off all our clothes and lay down on the comforter. After a few minutes of preliminary kissing and fondling, I said, “Um, is it okay if I try with you?”

“Try what?”

“You know, licking. Like you did with me last time.”

“You want to?”

“Yeah, I do.”

“Okay, good.”

We changed positions. I sat up and Lori took my place, lying naked on her back. I crouched between her spread legs, sliding my hands slowly up the insides of her thighs. Her skin was smooth and soft and warm.

When my fingers reached her crotch, I encountered the furriness. By then, at eleven and a half years old, I’d begun sprouting a bit of pubic hair myself. Not much yet, but enough to make me feel like I really was growing up. Lori, however, at age fifteen had quite a lot, nearly a full bush.

This excited me somehow, making it seem even more forbidden, and thus more desirable. It was as if I, a child, was doing something very bad with a grownup, something I knew I wasn’t supposed to do. I loved it.

“Do it,” she urged. “Lick me.”

“Okay.”

I lowered my face to her sex, inhaling a heady mix of aromas: the savory scent of her moist vagina, a touch of sweat, a hint of urine. I knew my sister hadn’t bathed since that morning, and the thought that she was maybe a little dirty there turned me on even more.

Parting her hair with my fingers, I placed a kiss right in the center. She was wet, gooey with arousal. I kissed her again.

“Ooh, yeah,” she sighed, “keep doing it.”

I kissed my sister several more times, my lips becoming coated with her slippery, fragrant juices. I licked them. The taste was wonderful. Then I extended my tongue, and for the first time in my life began eating pussy. It wouldn’t be the last.

I licked her everywhere. I certainly wasn’t any kind of an expert, of course, but that didn’t really matter. All you need is a warm, wet tongue, and the willingness to use it. I licked my sister’s labia, her clit, her furrow, her dripping vagina — I licked her everywhere.

Soon she began undulating, breathing faster, rocking her pelvis, pressing her sex into my mouth. “Yes, yes, yes,” she whispered.

“Mmmm…” I pushed my face into her center, rubbing my lips all around, tasting her, eating her, shoving my tongue deep into her cunny, wanting to put my whole body inside her, my whole self inside.

“Yes! Yes!” Lori cried. “Yes — UNH — NOW!!”

She came in my mouth. My sister came in my mouth.

How can I tell you how delicious that was, how fulfilling and satisfying? I’m not sure words can ever express it. You’d have to experience it for yourself.

I loved my big sister more than anyone in the world, even more than I loved my mom and dad. And to know that I’d brought her to the peak of ecstasy, given her all that pleasure, made me happier than I’d ever been.

I hungrily ate up her juices, swallowing them, sucking, licking, drinking. I’m sure I was smiling too at the time, maybe even laughing. I was euphoric.

When Lori finished coming and I moved up, lying on top of her, she grabbed me, squeezing me tight, thanking me again and again as she showered me with kisses. Then with a giggle she said, “God, your face is a sloppy mess. Sorry about that.”

“I don’t mind,” I assured her, licking my lips in the darkness, enjoying her flavor. “I like it.”

After a few more minutes of kissing and giggling, Lori asked me to sit on her face. Yet again this was something new, something we hadn’t tried before.

I did it, and I loved it. She made me come several times, which was great of course, although I think perhaps I liked it better when I was on my back, with her face between my legs. I don’t know, they’re both great, either way.

 * * *

Another totally great thing, of course, is a ‘69’.

We didn’t try it that night, but we did the very next month, and that became our new favorite position. My sister and I would spend what seemed to be hours feasting on each other’s pussies, both at the same time. Sometimes we did it with me on top, sometimes with Lori on top, but usually we were side by side.

What a wonderful memory that is: my face buried between my beloved sister’s legs, lips gooey with her juices, fingers probing everywhere… with the simultaneous feeling of her mouth and fingers all over me too, kissing, licking, fucking, never stopping, just continually gliding from one orgasm to the next, filling the closet with our moans, our sighs, our climaxes, and the perfume of our passion.

We’d begun when I was eight and she was twelve, playing an exciting new game in the darkness. Over a period of three and a half years, Lori and I progressed from simple touching to full-on incestuous lesbian sex. It filled me with such great joy.

 * * *

Then something awful happened, almost the worst thing you can possibly imagine. No, we didn’t get caught by our parents. They never found out, had no idea what we were doing.

The awful thing is that my sister turned sixteen years old and was given permission to go out on dates with boys. It broke my heart to see how eager she was for this. The special bond I thought we had — an unspoken pledge of love and devotion and fidelity that I mistakenly believed existed between us — all that was clearly just the product of a young girl’s foolish mind.

Our fun evenings in the closet didn’t end right away when Lori started dating, but they did become less frequent. Because I was now twelve, my mother and father deemed that I was old enough to stay home by myself for a few hours at a time. So, if Lori happened to have a date on the same night that they wanted to go out, I was left alone. All alone.

This occurred only a couple of times over the first several months. But by the time she was seventeen, a year later, Lori had acquired a steady boyfriend. He was a dumb jock called Mark, and I despised him. For many years after, whenever I would meet a boy or a man bearing that name, it produced an immediate hatred within me. Completely irrational, I know, but that’s how it was.

At any rate, Lori was growing up, preparing to graduate from high school, approaching adulthood. She had a boyfriend, and all I had was memories. My sister and I never played the game again, and we never spoke about it. It was all in the past.

I’ve tried hard to put the bitterness behind me, and as time has gone by, the pain has gradually faded. Now I’m able to look back and mostly just remember the pleasure, the excitement of discovery, the thrill of hidden intimacy, the ecstatic joy of our shared orgasms.

 * * *

Lori celebrated her thirty-fifth birthday last week, and I was invited over to their house for dinner, which was nice. The funny thing is, she and her husband George have two daughters of their own, five and eight years old. Although they’re likely too young at this point for sexual experimentation, I can’t help but wonder… as those little girls begin to mature and become more curious, will they someday play special secret games with each other? Do all sisters do that? Or was I just one of a lucky few?

In the Closet, Part One

  • Posted on February 7, 2017 at 1:20 pm

By Naughty Mommy

I still remember.

She and I haven’t talked about this for many years, and in fact we never talked about it much at the time it was happening. We just did it. And oh, am I glad we did. Such wonderful memories……

Our mother and father always had a habit of going out together once a month or so and leaving us at home. When we were little, they would hire a babysitter to watch us, but after Lori — my big sister, four years older — turned twelve, they decided she was sufficiently mature to take care of me on her own for a few hours.

And that’s when it started. The very first time Lori and I were alone together like that, she asked if I wanted to play a game. Of course I said yes. I looked up to her and would gladly do almost anything she suggested.

So, she led me into our parents’ bedroom, then inside their large walk-in closet. She turned off the light. It was pitch black in there, completely dark. I couldn’t see a thing and I wondered what kind of game we were going to play.

“Now let’s take off our clothes,” said Lori.

“What?”

“Come on, silly. Take off your clothes. Let’s get naked, okay? You’re not scared, are you?”

“No, I’m not scared,” I insisted — although secretly I was kind of frightened by the enveloping darkness. “But why are we doing that?”

“Because, like I said, it’s a game. Come on, take off your clothes.”

I still couldn’t see anything, but I could tell from what I heard that my sister was starting to do just that, so I went along. I was already barefoot, and all I had to do was push down my shorts and my Strawberry Shortcake undies, then pull off my pretty flowered top with the eyelet edging, and I was nude.

“Are you ready?” Lori asked.

“I guess.”

“Are you sure you want to play the game?”

“Yeah, I do, but what game is it?”

“It’s a touching game. We touch each other everywhere. That’s why we’re naked, to make it easy. But it’s secret game, okay? You can’t tell anybody. This is a special game, just for me and you.”

Ooh, how wonderful! My adored older sister wanted to play a special game with me, and this would be our very own secret that no one else would know about — I was thrilled by that idea and eager to get started.

“Okay, yeah, let’s play it,” I said.

“Good. So, um…”

I felt her fingers touching my arms, tentatively at first, then her hands sliding more firmly upward. She caressed my neck with one hand as the other rested on my shoulder.

“You touch me too,” said Lori. Her voice sounded oddly husky, a throaty whisper.

I put my hands out in front of me, finding her midriff, her belly, her narrow waist.

“Touch my bottom,” she said. “And, um, and touch me everywhere, okay?”

“Okay.”

I wanted to play the game right, so my small fingers slid around to her rear end, cupping the cheeks, rubbing lightly up and down. Meanwhile, Lori’s hands were exploring my chest, fondling my nipples, then gradually easing lower, one hand reaching behind to caress my bottom, the other on my puffy mound.

As my sister’s finger traced my slit, I felt the strangest fluttering in my tummy, a sensation I’d never experienced before. It was exhilarating, but kind of scary at the same time. I certainly didn’t want to stop what we were doing, however, not in a million years. This was maybe the most exciting thing I’d ever done in my whole life, even better than that tall waterslide at the park.

“Touch me everywhere,” Lori repeated.

I followed her lead. With my pulse racing, I brought one hand around to her front and placed it between her legs. That’s when I felt something weird. Her skin was smooth, she had no hair yet, but she was wet. My fingers encountered a slippery, oily sheen.

“Did you pee?” I asked innocently.

“No, it’s not pee. It’s something else. But um, touch my boobs too.”

“Okay.”

At barely twelve years old, Lori still didn’t have much in the way of breasts, but she sure had a lot more than I did.

I touched her chest. I often saw my sister naked in the bathroom, and I knew she’d started growing boobs during the past year or so, but this was the first time I ever put my hands on them. They felt firm, maybe the size of half an apricot, with a bulging nipple in the center. When I caressed her nipple, Lori suddenly shivered, like she was cold.

“You okay?”

“Yeah,” she said. “But, um, I guess, um, that’s enough of the game for now.”

She stepped back and opened the closet door. “Let’s pick up our stuff. You can get ready for bed. I’m gonna go in my room for a while. I’ve got some things I have to do. I’ll check on you in a little bit, okay?”

Without waiting for a reply, she bundled up her clothes in her arms and rushed from the room. I took my things and went to my own bedroom, where I put on a nightie and brushed my teeth. Although I had no idea at the time, looking back I’m almost certain the reason Lori left me so quickly that night was that she wanted to masturbate. As I said, we never really discussed it. What happened in the closet stayed in the closet.

* * *

The following month…

“Are we gonna play that game again, the closet game?” I asked, the instant the front door closed and our parents were gone.

Lori nodded, her ponytail bouncing. “Yeah. But, um, you didn’t tell anybody, did you? Nobody knows, right?”

“Nuh-uh. I didn’t tell anybody. It’s a secret, you said.”

“That’s right, our special secret, a very special secret just for me and you.”

My big sister beamed at me, then suddenly took my face in her hands and kissed me on the lips. She giggled excitedly, grabbed my hand, and led me off to the darkness of the walk-in closet.

We played the game pretty much the same as the previous time, except it went on a little longer. Our hands were everywhere, roaming all over each other’s naked bodies. I felt that strange jumpy, jittery sensation inside my belly once again, especially when Lori was sliding her fingers up and down on my slit, or when I was doing the same with her. I played with her boobs again, and even though she shivered as before when I fingered the stiff nipples, she let me keep on doing it and didn’t stop me right away. I found the same slippery wetness between my sister’s legs too, but didn’t say anything about it this time. I figured she’d tell me what it was at some point. I definitely didn’t want to say or do anything to make her say the game was finished. I loved playing it!

Lori’s hands felt so nice, sliding all over my skin — touching my face, my neck, my chest, my belly, my bottom — and especially nice when she rubbed between my legs. Oh, I loved that feeling so much and never wanted it to end.

But after maybe fifteen minutes of playing like that, Lori started to make kind of an odd sound, almost like she was crying. She sort of whimpered and sobbed, then suddenly gasped and said, “Okay, um — sorry, but I gotta go now. I have some stuff I have to do. We’ll play again next time, okay?”

She opened the door, grabbed her clothes, and hurried away.

I was left to wonder if maybe I’d done something wrong. Had I made a mistake? Was I not playing right? What could I do to make our game not end so soon?

* * *

Three more times we played that way over the next few months, caressing and stroking and fondling each other in the dark. Each time it seemed to last a bit longer, which made me happy, yet it was never long enough for me. Not nearly long enough. Eventually it would always get to a point where Lori abruptly said she had to leave.

I thought about asking my sister if I should be doing something different, if maybe I wasn’t playing the game right or wasn’t giving her what she wanted. But because it was all such a big secret and we never talked about it outside the closet, I kept those questions to myself.

Shortly before the sixth occasion, I had a birthday and turned nine years old. Maybe that’s what made the difference. I’m not really sure, but anyway, after we got our clothes off that time and started touching one another, Lori said, “Let’s try kissing, okay?”

“Kissing?”

“Yeah, do you want to?”

“Sure, I guess.”

“Have you ever kissed anybody?”

“Not really. I mean, you know, Mom and Dad and stuff like that, but… have you?”

“Yeah, one time. I was at my friend Amber’s house and we tried some kissing. I liked it. Let’s do it now, okay? You and me.”

“Okay.”

She put her arms around me and drew me close. Being three and half years older, Lori was almost a foot taller than me at the time. I stood on my tiptoes. I sensed her bending over slightly, and then our mouths came together.

Mmm, so nice, my sister’s lips on mine, full and soft and warm. Her skin felt hot and sweaty as she pulled me tightly against her. She was breathing fast, almost panting, clearly excited by what we were doing.

This was all very new to me, but I liked it a lot. It felt great. I didn’t know anything about kissing, though, so I was surprised when I felt her tongue probing at my lips.

“What are you doing?” I asked.

“Open your mouth.”

“What?”

“Open your mouth. That’s how we have to kiss, with our tongues touching.”

“Really?? That sounds gross.”

“I know, but that’s how grownups do it. Come on, just try it, I think you’ll like it.”

“Well… okay.”

It felt weird at first, but after I got over the strangeness, she was right, I did like it. Correction, I loved it. What a discovery, that something so bizarre and alien to me could suddenly become my favorite thing to do. I never wanted to stop kissing Lori that way, feeling her tongue in my mouth, her soft lips sliding around on mine, her hands pulling me close, caressing me, her breath warm on my face. I could have stayed that way forever.

We didn’t stay that way forever, obviously. After a few minutes, we stopped kissing and went back to our standard game of touching one another everywhere.

Then I got a bright idea.

“Can’t we do both?” I asked.

“Do what both?”

“You know, kissing and touching, but both together.”

“Oh, uh, yeah, I guess we could do that. You want to?”

“Yeah.”

“All right.”

* * *

And that became our new way of playing.

Once a month or so, each time our parents would go out and leave us alone at night, my sister and I shut ourselves inside the walk-in closet, took off all our clothes, and spent maybe thirty or forty minutes making out in the dark, kissing wetly while also rubbing each other all over at the same time — hands and fingers going everywhere, fondling nipples, squeezing butt cheeks, but mainly stroking between our legs.

It was clear we both enjoyed that part the most, the delicious feel of fingers gliding up and down on the smooth skin of our ‘cunnies’. I’d learned that new word by then, taught to me by Lori, of course.

There was something else new too. I was getting wet, my little slit becoming lubricated just like Lori’s. We still hadn’t talked about it at all, but when it started to happen with me as well, I realized it must be connected in some way with the excitement of what we were doing.

All that wonderful kissing seemed to have triggered it for me. Before, when we were merely touching, it had felt sort of like an exercise, a task I was trying to perform the right way. But now I forgot all about doing things right, and lost myself in the steamy delirium of making out with my big sister. I was truly becoming aroused, sexually aroused, for the first time in my life.

Lori was too, naturally, and that’s apparently why these heated sessions of ours only lasted thirty or forty minutes. She would grow more and more excited — and then all at once break things off, rushing away to the privacy of her own room. It was so frustrating!

At only nine years old, I had yet to discover the joys of masturbation. I really knew next to nothing about sex. This was in the days before we had the Internet, when information about carnal activities was not so readily available, and there certainly was no sex education in the fourth grade at our school.

I was in many ways an innocent, naive, clueless little girl. So, I had to just endure the painful loneliness of separation, along with that aching heaviness in my center, unaware that there was a remedy as close as my fingertips.

* * *

“This is our anniversary,” said Lori.

“It is?”

My sister and I were naked in the closet again, standing close, holding one another tight. We’d just finished a long, wet kiss.

“Uh-huh, it was exactly a year ago today that we did this for the first time.”

“Really?”

I wasn’t sure about the precise date of the initial occasion, but I realized that we’d started playing the game just after Lori turned twelve — and this was our first opportunity to be alone together since her thirteenth birthday, so perhaps she was right.

“Yeah,” she continued, “and like, um, to celebrate, I wanna try something new, okay?”

“Okay, sure, but what?”

“Well, instead of standing up, let’s lay down on the floor this time. We can still kiss and touch and everything, but just do it that way.”

Wow, what a great idea! Why hadn’t I thought of that?

But then something occurred to me.

“What if Mom and Dad come home early?” I asked. “And what if we don’t hear ‘em, and they find us in here?”

“Don’t worry, they won’t come home early. They never have, right? They like being away from us. Don’t worry about it.”

It was true that our parents always stayed out fairly late, usually until at least 10:30 or 11:00. And because our sessions didn’t last very long — certainly not long enough to satisfy me — we invariably finished what we were doing hours before they arrived back home.

So, it was probably safe to try this new thing. And maybe, just maybe, it would make Lori not want to go away so soon, leaving me all alone.

“Okay,” I nodded, though she couldn’t see that in the dark.

“Um… wait a sec, I have an idea,” said my sister.

The closet door sprang open and she ran out, returning a moment later with the comforter from her bed.

“We can lay on this,” she said, spreading it on the floor, then closing the door, plunging us again into blackness.

We started out lying side by side. As we kissed and caressed and groped, however, Lori soon ended up on top of me.

It was an incredible feeling. I felt dominated in a way, with my sister’s tongue probing aggressively in my mouth, and especially with her body, so much larger than mine, taller and heavier, pressing down on me, covering me — I felt taken, possessed, totally under her control — and I absolutely loved it.

That night I experienced humping for the first time. I didn’t know what it was called, of course, but I relished the feel of Lori undulating on top of me, rhythmically pressing her warm naked body against mine. I tried to make myself available, spreading my thin legs wide, being as open as I could to whatever she wanted and needed.

There was an ebb and flow too, that was different from before. We would build the intensity — panting, moaning, grasping, clutching — and then ease off, slow down, settle into an unhurried, gentle pace that would gradually grow again to a fever pitch before receding once more.

Maybe the best thing of all was that our session lasted so much longer this time. Lori didn’t seem to feel such an urgent need to get up and leave as she had on previous occasions. I don’t know how long it went on, but at least an hour, or even more, it was hard to tell. We lay in the darkness, kissing and humping, and I lost all sense of time.

Finally, after one of our hot and heavy peaks had passed, and we were just tenderly touching, lightly kissing, Lori whispered, “Happy Anniversary.”

“Thanks. You too.”

Then we got up and went to our own rooms.

* * *

Several more times this was repeated. It was basically the same thing again, each time roughly a month apart, though of course these weren’t anniversaries. Now it was just our newest way of playing in the closet.

During our fourth or fifth session of doing it while lying down on the floor, something new happened, something very special.

It was not long before I turned ten years old, and I remember thinking at the time that I was actually starting to grow up. I’d found that my body was changing, my nipples no longer tiny flat disks, but slowly enlarging and becoming puffy, the little bulges clearly noticeable whenever I wore a tight shirt. It made me proud. I loved looking at myself naked in the full-length mirror in my room, admiring my lovely nipples, imagining the beautiful big boobs I might have someday.

Anyway, after we got our clothes off that night and were reclining on the comforter, with Lori on top, and after we’d kissed and humped and fondled for ten minutes or so, she did something she hadn’t done before.

Our standard position was that I would lie with my legs spread apart and she would be between them, rubbing against me as we kissed. We were pussy to pussy most of the time, doing what I now know is called ‘tribbing’, though neither of us were familiar with that term then. On this occasion, however, she moved slightly to the side, until she was straddling my thigh.

Lori’s cunny felt hot and wet on my leg. She shoved it hard against me, and a shudder of arousal passed through her. Then she began sliding slowly up and down. She put her mouth over mine, kissing me with renewed intensity. I wrapped my arms around her, pulling her body close, welcoming her tongue and teasing it with my own.

Her thrusts on my thigh quickly became faster and faster, almost frantic, out of control. She was panting like an animal, making odd little squeaking sounds. I wasn’t sure exactly what this all meant, but it certainly was new.

Then all at once she slowed down. She broke the kiss and said, “No, I need, um — put your — put your hand there.”

Lori grabbed me by the wrist, placing my hand between her legs, right where she wanted it.

By this time, at thirteen and a half, my sister had some pubic hair, not a lot, but some, and she hadn’t shaved it (most girls didn’t do that back then). I felt the sticky wetness, the matted curly hairs. Then I felt her pressing harder, pushing my fingers between her lips — inside them, where she was even hotter and wetter.

This was something we had never done before. Prior to this, our genital touching was always on the outside. But now my fingers were inside her cunny, not in her vagina, but within the furrow, feeling the moist gooey softness, the tender smooth perfection of her virgin sex.

“Hold, um — hold your hand right there,” she instructed.

I couldn’t find my voice, so I simply nodded in the dark, which accomplished nothing. But that didn’t matter. Lori didn’t wait for a reply. She began humping my hand. She didn’t kiss me again, though. It seemed she wanted to concentrate everything on that intimate connection between my hand and her cunny.

She slid up and down. And it was just amazing — she was so wet and so hot. I never knew anything could feel like that. What a discovery! It was at that moment, in fact, that I suddenly realized I might be able to do something like this for myself, rub my fingers between my own legs the same way, between my lips, whenever I wanted to. I’d finally stumbled, in a roundabout way, on the concept of masturbation.

I tucked that thought away for later and focused on the present. I was touching my sister’s cunny, her wet, juicy cunny. It was almost like we were having sex. Were we having sex? Was this more than just a game?

Again my thoughts were pushed aside — forced aside, because Lori was reaching a fever peak. She humped my fingers, up and down, up and down, faster and faster, and I heard her saying, “Yes — yes — just — unh — unh! — unh! — UNHH!! Mmmmmmmmm…”

It was an orgasm, the first one she’d ever had with me, I think, though very likely not the first one she’d had in her life. My guess is that she’d been masturbating to climax for some time by this point, though I can’t say for sure. We never talked about these things, and we still don’t. What happened between me and my sister in the closet was special, very secret and very private, just for us.

Continue on to Part Two

Cupcakes

  • Posted on January 25, 2017 at 1:17 pm

By Naughty Mommy

This short story came to me in a dream. I woke up very early, around 5:30 AM, and just had to get out of bed and write it all down. Hope you find it tasty! – N.M.

I love children. I always wanted to be a mom, but never found the right man and so I never married. I’m still a single girl (if I can call myself a girl at age 38).

Anyway, it’s almost 3:30 now, time for them to start arriving. I have everything ready, cupcakes freshly made, juice ready to pour. Just because I’m not a mother, that doesn’t mean I can’t spend many happy hours around the ones I love: those adorable children, my precious little girls.

The doorbell rings. The first to appear, as usual, is Jenny. Seven years old and as cute as she can be. I open the door and let her in. Jenny reaches up and wraps her arms around my neck, giving me a big hug. I return the hug and kiss her pretty mouth. Dressed today in a dark red pinafore over a long-sleeved white shirt, she is just adorable, her cheeks rosy from the cold air outside.

I take Jenny’s coat and give her another kiss, then lead her into the playroom. The small table, child-size, is all set. As she sits down, the doorbell rings again.

Twenty minutes later, everyone is here. My usual group, five girls between ages six and ten. I do their mothers a favor by watching these children for a couple of hours every day after school. I don’t charge anything for this service. It’s my pleasure.

The girls enjoy their cupcakes and juice. I love watching them eat, sitting around the low table in their miniature chairs, giggling and licking their fingers, their darling lips and chins gooey with frosting. I sit with them and sip my scotch, waiting for them to finish.

When the last crumbs have been consumed, it’s time for me to perform. The kids turn to me expectant, faces glowing with anticipation, eyes bright with excitement. They’ve had their sugar rush, and now they’re ready for another kind of thrill.

The oldest, Monica, nods slowly to me, her dark eyes hooded. She’s the only one, so far, who has followed my example. I expect the others will in time. I certainly hope so.

I put down my empty glass and spread my legs. My skirt rides up. I’m not wearing any panties. The children ooh and ahh. My pussy is very wet. I open my blouse, revealing my braless breasts. I take them in my hands, squeezing them, pinching the erect nipples as I gaze into the eyes of the girls. More sighs and murmurs of approval. Monica has a hand between her legs now, rubbing herself.

My breasts are rather large, pendulous enough that I can suck my own nipples. My young guests love to watch me do this, and I love watching them watch me. It makes my pussy even wetter to see their eager faces. My clit throbs as I lick and suck the stiff brown nipples. I spread my legs very wide, leaning back in the chair. The scent of my lust fills the room. The children are enthralled by what they’re viewing and by what they smell.

I finish with my breasts, then lower both hands to my crotch. I massage the swollen labia, fingers growing slippery with lubrication. A groan escapes me, unbidden. This is what I live for, to give my special girls a very special show each day.

My mouth is watering. I swallow and lick my lips, breath coming fast, chest heaving. I’m already close to a climax, though I haven’t yet touched my clit. All day long, as I bake and prepare and look forward to what the children and I will do later, after school, my arousal steadily builds until it becomes nearly unbearable — but I never allow myself to relieve the pressure. I hold it all in, preserving it for my little friends, my audience.

Monica’s hand is inside her panties, rubbing. At ten years old, she is more than capable of giving herself an orgasm, even if she is still hairless and almost completely flat-chested. The delight of sexual pleasure is something that comes early for girls, a gift we can enjoy from a very young age.

I’ve been masturbating for as long as I can remember, always loving the feel of my fingers working between my legs. At around six or seven, I can’t remember for certain, I had my first orgasm and was hooked for life. I’ve never stopped playing with myself, though now I restrict my climaxes to a certain time each afternoon. That makes them all the more powerful.

A drip of gooey moisture oozes out of my cunt, sliding down to my anus. I finger myself there, watching the eyes of the kids grow wide as I diddle my asshole. Then I lift my feet to the table, scooting lower in my chair, opening myself all the way to them, fully exposing my sex. They are captivated by the sight.

Slowly, hungrily, I spread my pussy lips with my hands. I’m trembling so hard now, and nearly gasping for air, that I couldn’t speak if I wanted to. And anyway, there are no words that can convey what I’m demonstrating with my actions. That says it all.

As I place a fingertip at the opening of my vagina and begin to push it in, I notice that Olivia, one of my two eight-year-olds, has pulled up her little dress and is rubbing herself, massaging her crotch through her panties. This is the first time I’ve seen her do that. I’m very pleased.

I fuck my cunt, first with one finger, then with two. Sometimes after pressing my fingers very deep inside, I’ll draw them out and hold my hand up for the kids, letting them see the gleaming, slippery wetness. I do that now, and every one of the girls licks her lips. I smile at them, then fuck myself some more.

But god, I really can’t wait much longer. My pussy aches with need. Juices are streaming out of me, dripping down between my legs. It’s almost time.

I show them my clit, pulling the skin back. I have a very big clitoris, larger than most, I think. Erect, as it is now, it sticks up proudly, half an inch at least, pink and fat and glistening. The children shift closer in their chairs, eyes very wide, wanting to see.

The tension is thick. I’m right there, on the edge. The slightest touch on my clit will send me shooting over the top. I can see that the little girls are aroused too, their faces flushed. Monica is panting, huffing and puffing as she plays with herself. She’s ready.

Gritting my teeth — hoping that for once I can keep my eyes open when I come so I can observe their reactions — I push my hands together, squeezing my clit between my lips and doing a quick scissoring motion with my fingers. It takes only a moment, and then I explode into orgasm, grunting and groaning loudly. The sensations are too intense and my eyes slam shut, my body writhing as wave after wave of climactic pleasure crashes over me. I feel the gush of juices flowing from my vagina, dripping onto the chair. Somehow, somewhere, I can hear Monica coming too, making her high-pitched squeal.

I don’t stop with one. So much pent-up desire has accumulated inside me throughout the day that I can easily come again, numerous times. I ride the wave, squeezing and releasing, squeezing and releasing, jiggling my hands, drawing the pleasure out, extending my rapture for as long as I possibly can. Along the way, I sometimes catch little sounds of approval from the girls, exclamations of excitement, even clapping.

When I finally finish, several minutes later, I’m totally exhausted, spent, worn out. My head lolls back as my chest heaves. My hands fall away, dropping to the floor. I know my legs are still spread wide, my sodden pussy in full view. What a sight this must make: five little girls seated around a doll table, staring at a woman’s juicy cunt.

I often wonder if one of my guests will ever try anything else, if they might want to touch me or even lick me at this point. So far, no one has. But maybe someday.

The doorbell rings.

I gather myself together as best I can, smiling to the kids while rising unsteadily to my feet. I walk to the door, licking my fingers, not bothering to button my blouse.

Emma’s mother is here. She gives me a wink, kisses my cheek, then helps Emma on with her coat. They leave. Shortly after, Monica’s mother arrives, and then Cindy’s. They greet me cheerfully, thanking me, taking their girls and departing.

By 5:30, the house is empty again, except for me. I wipe off the messy chair, clean up the few dishes, and think about what treat I might bake for the girls tomorrow.

Part Two of Well, why not?

  • Posted on January 13, 2017 at 1:33 pm

By Naughty Mommy

Sex with my sister was totally amazing. Unlike Claudia — who’d been as much a novice as I was — Brooke had years of experience in making women feel good, along with the benefit of who knows how many partners. Very many, I’m sure. In any case, she seemed to sense exactly what I needed at any given moment.

She began that night by kissing me, just kissing, for the longest time. This seemed to go on forever, and I loved every second of it. Eventually she moved to my neck, sucking and licking and kissing, then to my throat, then to my chest, opening my blouse, pushing up my bra, making love with my nipples.

Oh my god, nothing had ever felt so good. What she could do with my breasts! I swear, Brooke almost made me come just by biting and sucking on my nipples.

Soon after that, when she opened my slacks and slid a hand down inside, finding my juicy wetness, I came almost instantly.

That made her laugh. “Well, I guess you really did need it, didn’t you?”

“Yeah… I did…” I panted, trying to catch my breath.

“You can come more than once, I hope?” she asked.

“Uh-huh… yeah, but… I should do you too.”

My sister shook her head. “No, not yet. There’ll be plenty of time for that later. Right now you deserve the full treatment.”

By ‘the full treatment’, she meant oral sex, and can I say it again? Oh my god, what she could do to me! Nothing, and I mean nothing, had ever felt so good. With her lips, her tongue, and her fingers, Brooke made me come over and over again, more times than I could count.

Finally I couldn’t take any more and just had to push her away. My clit was so sensitive by then it was like I had a live wire attached to it, sparking and tingling. Any more contact would be unendurable.

While I took a break, Brooke peeled off her clothes to show me her most recent tattoos. One was right in the center of her chest, between her small breasts: a stylized pink heart, with the words, My heart belongs to her.

“Who’s ‘her’?” I asked.

Brooke grinned. “Anyone. Whoever I’m making love with.”

“Oh, okay.”

The other new tattoo was lower on her body, on the smooth mound just above her shaved pussy. It was a pair of lips, a woman’s puckered red lips, and the caption said, Kiss me.

“You want to?” Brooke said.

“What?”

“You want to kiss me here?” She rubbed her fingers over the painted lips. Brooke was completely naked now, standing beside the couch. I still wore my blouse and bra, but that was all.

She swung a leg over to kneel above me. I was lying on my back. My sister’s sex was right there, inches away. Her pussy lips were shiny and wet. I could smell her arousal, musky and tempting. She played with herself for a moment, massaging her labia, sliding her fingers inside her slit, coating them with her juices.

“Here, you wanna taste me?”

Brooke held a glistening finger in front of my mouth. I parted my lips and she slipped the finger inside. She tasted wonderful, absolutely delicious.

I sucked and licked the finger, then whispered, “I want more. I want you, Brooke. I want to eat you.”

“Are you sure?”

“Yes, I’m sure, very sure.”

My sister lowered her pussy to my mouth. She was so gooey, so wet, so tasty. It was like eating a yummy sweet dessert. I licked and sucked and swallowed, running my tongue and lips all around, feasting on her.

“Fuck me,” she urged. “Fuck me with your fingers.”

So I did. I slid two fingers deep inside her hot, slippery cunt, fucking her as I sucked on her clit. Within a few seconds she started to come.

* * *

After that first incredible night, I had sex with Brooke only a few more times during the couple of weeks she stayed with us. It would have been more than that, probably much more, if things had been different. I certainly wanted more, but I wasn’t willing to do it when Audrey was at home.

I hadn’t minded having my daughter know about me and Claudia. We’d made no effort to hide that from her. But it was different with Brooke, obviously. She wasn’t simply a close friend — she was my own sister. I could never let Audrey know what was going on between us.

Of course, as you might expect, Audrey was totally fascinated with Brooke, captivated by her. All those gaudy tattoos, her piercings, the wild stories she would tell about her crazy adventures traveling around the country and around the world — Audrey couldn’t get enough. For a curious 11-year-old, this was quite an education.

“I want one like that, Mom,” said Audrey one night after dinner, pointing to a colorful tattoo of a unicorn on Brooke’s left shoulder. “Just like that. It’s so pretty.”

I shook my head firmly. “No, you are not getting a tattoo. Not until you’re at least 16. We can talk about it then, maybe, but I’m not making any promises.”

“Oh, come on, Mom, just one?” Audrey pleaded. “Maybe like right down here, where no one would ever see it? Just a tiny little heart or something?”

She’d tugged her sweat pants and panties down on one side, showing the smooth bare skin next to her crotch. My daughter’s vulva was covered, but just barely. I found myself feeling strangely turned on by this, though not understanding why. Audrey was still a little girl, after all — not to mention my own child — so there was really no excuse for me to have any sexual interest in her. I couldn’t deny what I felt, though, but did my best to shake it off.

“No!” I insisted, perhaps too loudly. “I mean it, no tattoos. I’m not going to change my mind.”

Undaunted, Audrey asked, “Do you have any someplace like this, Aunt Brooke? Where no one can see ‘em?”

“Well, yeah, actually I do. But, um, some of them are kind of, you know, grown up, and your mom might not like me showing them to you.”

“You’re right, I wouldn’t. Not until you’re older, Audrey. I’m sorry, but you’re just too young for that.”

She grumbled and complained and argued, but I wouldn’t give in. Audrey would have to content herself with admiring Brooke’s body art that was not in such private places. And I would have to try to forget that I’d become aroused so inappropriately.

* * *

Far too soon, my sister moved on, traveling away somewhere else. I begged her to stay longer, but I’m sure it was awkward for Brooke, having to pretend, at my insistence, that nothing sexual had happened between us. So she said goodbye, promising to call and email, and got on a Greyhound bus.

For me, it was back once again to the porn and the vibrator. Now, however, that didn’t seem like enough, not nearly enough. I wanted to be with someone, touching them, kissing them. But I wasn’t getting any offers for dates. No men were asking me out — and no women either, for that matter — though I wasn’t making much effort at attracting people of either sex.

I was lonely and depressed. Not long after Brooke departed, Claudia announced that Spencer had been promoted to a management position at his company and was being transferred to another city — and she was going with him. There was even talk of marriage. I was happy for her, of course, and for him too, but I missed her terribly.

The months went by. Nothing but going to work in the morning, coming home at night, fixing dinner, checking Audrey’s homework, then getting into bed alone with my vibe. Blah.

* * *

“Are you okay, Mom?”

Audrey sat down beside me on the couch. It was 9:30 on a Friday night. I was watching TV, mindlessly, not really caring what was on, wearing old slippers and a tattered bathrobe.

My daughter was in her jammies, tight pink terry shorts and a big t-shirt, her usual nightwear. She patted my leg. “Anything I can do for you?”

“No, that’s okay, sweetie, I’m fine. Don’t worry about your old mom.”

“You’re not old.” Audrey put her arms around me, resting her head on my shoulder. We remained quiet a little while, and then she said, “You miss her, don’t you?”

“Who?” I asked. “You mean Claudia?”

“No. Well, her too — but I mean your sister, Aunt Brooke. I think you miss her even more.”

I nodded, “Mm, yeah, you’re right. I do miss her.”

In the year since Brooke had left, we’d heard from her fairly often. She was in Denver now, tending bar at a nightclub, and had a girlfriend of course. They were living together, sharing an apartment. That was typical for her. My sister always seemed to have a girlfriend, if not more than one, wherever she went.

I was glad for her, but also envious. Why was it so much harder for me to meet people? A man, a woman — by then I really didn’t care — just so it was someone, someone to love.

Audrey seemed to read my thoughts. “You have me. I love you.”

“I know you do, honey.” I turned and kissed her cheek.

“And Dad loves you. Even if, you know,” she added with a grin.

“I know he does, and I love him too. Even if, you know.”

We giggled together. My ex was in a committed relationship with another man, a sweet guy named Hector. It reminded me of that old standard, They’re writing songs of love, but not for me…

I sighed, switching the channel to something else I didn’t want to watch. Audrey snuggled closer. We sat together, feeling warm and comfy, letting the banal images and sounds from the TV flow over us.

Finally I turned it off. “It’s crap,” I complained. “It’s all crap.”

Audrey chuckled. She nuzzled my neck with her nose. It tickled, sending a shiver of pleasure through me. For a fleeting moment I wished that I’d put some perfume on — except what the hell was I thinking? Why would I want to smell nice? I loved my daughter very much, but not like that.

On the other hand…

I looked down at her long bare legs, curled up beside mine. Like me, Audrey was tall and slim, with dark hair and brown eyes, but with a much prettier face. She resembled Brooke more than me. Lucky for her, I thought.

At 12 years old, my daughter was beginning to acquire a womanly form, even if her chest was still mostly flat. But her legs were just so lovely, so shapely and appealing, no longer the thin stems of a little girl.

Audrey squirmed, pressing closer to me. I glanced at her face. Her eyes were shut. She was breathing softly. I wondered if she might fall asleep that way.

I allowed my gaze to take her in some more. She was attractive, there was no doubt about that. You could do worse for a lover, a lot worse. If she was someone I’d met, and if she was a little older, maybe 14 or 15 — but come on, that was ridiculous. I could never have sex with someone that age.

Closing my eyes, I laid my head back on the couch, doing my best to relax, to calm down, maybe to doze off.

But it was no use. I couldn’t help myself. The desire was just too powerful.

Slowly I raised my head again, studying her, my eyes running up and down her beautiful body. I licked my lips as I admired her form. If only she wasn’t so young, and if only she wasn’t my daughter… now stop it, I told myself. You shouldn’t even think about things like that. It’s wrong.

And yet, it was so very, very tempting. What would it be like to touch her, to slide my hand along her smooth thigh, to cup her round bottom? All right, so maybe I would never really do anything with her, not with my own child, but there was nothing wrong with engaging in a little fantasy, was there?

As I had that thought, Audrey let out a soft sigh. “I love you, Mom,” she whispered, then tenderly kissed my neck.

I suppressed a gasp. A tingle in my center made me squeeze my legs together, stimulating my clit. My nipples were hard and throbbing. My body certainly seemed to want this, even if my mind wasn’t sure.

Audrey kissed my neck a second time, her lips warm and moist. Another shiver passed through me, this one stronger than before. God, it felt so damn good when she kissed me that way.

I’d been resting my hands in my lap. Now I pressed down with the heel of my left hand, pushing my fist into my crotch, trying to rub myself inconspicuously through my robe. I placed the other hand on Audrey’s thigh, giving a gentle squeeze.

“Mmm,” she breathed, nuzzling my neck.

Slowly, I slid my hand up my daughter’s leg until I reached her tight pink shorts. When she showed no negative reaction — quite the opposite in fact, squirming and sighing, apparently in pleasure — I caressed her bottom, fondling her cheeks, stroking along her crack, and not in a motherly way at all.

Audrey moaned and kissed my neck again, her lips seeming to linger. Did I feel the touch of her tongue? I was pushing hard with my fist into my crotch now, rubbing up and down, no longer attempting to disguise my actions.

I could hardly believe what was happening, but I didn’t stop to think too much about it. I took the next step, reaching above the waistband of her shorts, then slipping my hand inside, touching my daughter’s bare butt.

She shuddered, giving a little squeal of excitement. “I love you, Mom,” she said, kissing and licking my neck.

We were on the brink, and I knew it — right on the brink of incest. There was still time at this point to call a halt. Audrey and I could get up and go to bed in our separate rooms, pretending nothing had ever happened. As the years went by, we might even forget all about it.

But that’s not what I wanted. I wanted to keep going. Should I really do that, though?

I quickly made the decision. Yes, I should.

After all, I’d had sex with another woman, Claudia, thinking at first I might not like that, and totally loved it. I’d had sex with Brooke, my own sister, and that was unbelievably great. I loved Audrey even more than I loved Brooke or Claudia, and I badly needed someone. I was craving sex, and if she wanted it too — well, why not?

First, however, I had to make sure that my daughter really did want it as much as me.

With one hand still inside her shorts, fingers caressing her bare bottom, I used the other hand to undo the sash on my robe, tugging it open. Underneath I wore nothing but a pair of panties, nothing especially sexy, just ordinary satin panties. Spreading my legs, I shoved my hand inside, rubbing myself, masturbating unashamedly.

Audrey’s eyes were open. She’d raised her head from my shoulder and was staring down between my legs.

“I have to,” I told her. “I have to come. I need it, I really do. But, I mean, you don’t have to stay. You can go to bed now if you want.”

“No, I, um…” Audrey began, in a small voice. “I’ll go to bed, Mom, if you want me to. But, I’d rather stay, if that’s all right. And maybe, like, help you if I can.”

I smiled at her, and she smiled back, love and desire in her eyes.

Removing my hand from the back of her shorts, I took her wrist and guided my daughter’s fingers to my crotch, slipping them inside my panties to join my other hand.

“You can help me,” I said. “You can help me feel very good.”

“Okay.”

“Do you want me to help you too?”

Her big brown eyes were even bigger now. “You mean…?”

“Uh-huh,” I nodded. “I want to touch you. I want to play with your pussy.”

“Oh my god, Mom, yes!”

Despite all the sexual tension I was feeling, her childish enthusiasm made me laugh out loud. “You want it that much?” I asked. “Have you been thinking about it?”

“Uh-huh,” she nodded eagerly.

“Really? For how long?”

“Um, well, since Aunt Brooke was here last year. Since then.”

“But — did you — did you know?”

“Well, yeah. I mean, I know you guys were trying to hide it and everything, but I could just tell. It was easy. And anyway, that one night when she went in your room, I could hear you.”

I’d been so careful, or so I thought, to keep Audrey from finding out what was happening between me and my sister — but evidently she’d known all along.

“You could hear us?”

“Uh-huh,” she nodded.

On the final night of Brooke’s visit, the evening before she left, she’d come to my room after we were all in bed. Her other nights she’d spent on the living room couch. But that evening she came in and slipped into bed with me, naked. I allowed her to stay, and we made love one last time. I’d tried to be quiet, though obviously hadn’t been quiet enough.

“You knew, and you didn’t mind?” I asked Audrey.

“No, um, in fact, well…”

“What, honey? Tell me.”

“Well, when I was listening to you that night, and um, and before then too, on other nights when I was just thinking about it, I, you know, I played with myself. It made me really really excited.”

“You played with yourself? While you were listening to us that night?”

“Uh-huh.”

“And did you… did you come?”

My daughter smiled. “Yeah, I did. It was nice.”

As we were having this intimate conversation, I’d slipped my hand down the front of Audrey’s shorts, inside her panties, and begun caressing her. She was rubbing my clit too.

“I’m glad you told me about that,” I said to her. “And I’m also glad that, well, that the things I did with Brooke didn’t upset you or anything.”

“No, of course not. I thought it was totally cool. It made you happy, I could see that. And then, um, after she left, I started thinking, you know, if you did that stuff with your sister, maybe you’d do it with me too.”

“Mmm, is that what you want?”

“Uh-huh,” she nodded.

“Okay, let’s do it, honey. Let’s make each other feel good.”

* * *

My daughter and I didn’t do a whole lot that evening, at least not at first. We masturbated one another, and that was amazing, incredibly hot. We each reached climax more than once. But after that I think we were both unsure what should happen next, if anything — and so we soon got up and went to bed, separately.

I lay naked in the dark, thinking about everything, worrying, concerned I might have done something very wrong, made a big mistake. I was trying hard to convince myself that perhaps it wouldn’t happen again, that this was only a one-time thing… while at the same time I was also rubbing my pussy as I recalled the wonderful feeling of my little girl’s fingers working between my legs.

I was a mess that night, an aroused, confused mess of contradictions.

Then my bedroom door slowly opened. Audrey stepped inside.

“Mom?” she whispered. “Are you awake?”

As I sat up, the sheets fell away, revealing my bare breasts in the dim light. I didn’t attempt to cover myself, but said, “Yes, I’m awake. What is it, honey? Are you okay?”

My daughter was in a pair of panties, tiny bikini panties, and a little crop top, her breast buds poking through. This was not her usual bedtime attire — but oh my god, did she look sexy!

Leaving the door open, she moved closer to the bed. “Can I talk to you for a minute?”

“Um, sure, of course you can. Do you want to… do you want to get in bed with me?”

“Okay,” she giggled, hopping in to sit beside me.

I thought for a moment about pulling up the sheets to cover my boobs, but decided not to. The truth is I was really hoping my nakedness might arouse her. So much for wishing what we’d done earlier would happen only once. Clearly, I wanted more!

We sat close together, leaning against pillows with the sheets at our waists, our arms and legs touching. Although it was mostly dark in the room, enough light filtered in from the hall that we could see each other fairly easily. I noticed that Audrey’s gaze kept returning to my erect nipples.

“So, what is it, sweetie?” I asked. “Is anything wrong? Are you, maybe, upset or something?”

She shook her head. “No, uh-uh. I just, um, I wanted tell you that I was, you know, I’m really glad you did that with me. I liked it.”

“You did?”

“Uh-huh.”

I breathed a sigh of relief. “That’s good. I did too.”

“Do you think, like, we’ll do it again?”

“Do you want to?”

“Yeah, I do. I really really do.”

Licking my lips, I said, “All right, well, I do too.”

As I spoke those words, I felt a sudden surge of excitement. My clit throbbed with arousal. Automatically I squeezed my legs together. There was no doubt — I definitely wanted this. I needed it.

“Um, if I ask you something,” Audrey began, “will you get mad?”

“Well, no, honey, I won’t get mad. You can ask me whatever you want.”

“Okay, so, I mean, um, do you mind if I, like, suck your nipples?”

I was taken aback. “Oh, uh… you really want to?”

“Yeah, I do,” I nodded. “I keep thinking about that. I always think about it when I, you know, when I play with myself in bed at night.”

“You do?”

“Uh-huh.”

My daughter’s eyes went to my breasts again, and now they stayed there. She licked her lips.

Before answering, I pushed the sheets down and opened my thighs. I placed a hand between my legs and began rubbing myself.

“All right, sweetheart,” I said, in a husky voice. “If you want to suck my nipples, you can.”

“Goodie!” Audrey giggled. This made me realize me how young she really was, in many ways still a child. But it did not make me want to stop.

With one hand still rubbing my pussy, I used the other to cup a breast and raise it for her. “Suck Mommy’s nipple, little girl.”

My daughter leaned over in front of me, licking her lips hungrily as she sighed, “Mmm…” She took the hard nipple into her mouth, sucking like a baby.

Fuck, it felt so good — in some ways even better than when Brooke had sucked my nipples that first time and nearly made me come. It was better because this was my own little girl doing it. And even though I’d had so many reservations before, thinking that maybe what we’d done was wrong, now all those doubts fled. There was nothing wrong with this, nothing at all. It was natural. We had to do it.

Audrey sucked my nipples, first one, then the other. I rubbed my clit, fucked myself with my fingers, and soon reached climax, moaning and panting.

But once was definitely not enough, not on this special night. I took my daughter’s hand in mine, guiding it to my sex. “Fuck Mommy’s pussy, baby. Fuck my cunt with your fingers and make me come.”

“Oh my god, Mom.”

Her eyes were wide. She’d removed her mouth from my breast for a moment so she could look down and watch as the two middle fingers of her hand slowly but easily slid inside me. I was extremely wet, fully lubricated.

“Oh my god,” she repeated.

Earlier that night when we’d masturbated one another, it had been almost entirely clit action. Neither of us had penetrated the other’s vagina. Now, for the first time, Audrey could really feel what it was like to fuck her mom.

“It’s so nice, so hot inside,” she marveled, “so smooth and soft, and… and everything.”

I groaned, “Yes, baby, that’s right, do it for me.”

She did. She sucked my nipples and fucked my pussy, and within maybe half a minute I was coming again.

This orgasm was much stronger. I held my daughter’s wrist, pushing her fingers up inside my cunt as far as they would go as the spasms surged through me.

“Fuck! Fuck!” I cried, my head thrown back in ecstasy, eyes squeezed tightly shut. “Goddamn fuck!!”

When at last it was over and I came back to my senses, I realized that I was squeezing Audrey’s wrist so tight it must have hurt. I let her go. Gulping air, trying to catch my breath, I raised my head and opened my eyes. They were watering. I had to blink a few times to clear my vision. What an amazing climax that had been, one of the most powerful I’d ever experienced.

“I, I’m sorry…” I panted. “I hope I didn’t… hurt you.”

“No, Mom, I’m fine. But, I mean, are you okay? You were, like, screaming and stuff.”

“I know,” I chuckled. “I couldn’t help it. That was just, awesome.”

“Good. I’m glad you liked it.”

It suddenly occurred to me that Audrey hadn’t taken her fingers out of my pussy yet. What a sight that would be for someone to see — a 12-year-old girl with her fingers pushed deep inside her mother’s vagina. So forbidden, and so hot!

As I thought about that, I decided two things: First, my daughter and I would do much more than we’d done so far. We would do everything together, and I knew we would both love it. Second, I wanted to share this with Brooke, my sister. Not just tell her about it, but bring her in, invite her to make love with both of us at once. That’s assuming Audrey wanted that, of course, and Brooke did too, but I was certain they both would.

All this flashed through my mind in a couple of seconds. Taking a deep breath, I smiled at Audrey. “I love you, honey.”

“I love you too, Mom.”

“Will you kiss me now? Kiss my mouth?”

That was another thing we hadn’t got around to doing earlier that evening. She’d kissed my neck a few times, but we hadn’t yet shared a truly sexual kiss.

Audrey grinned. “Okay.”

With her fingers still inside me, she brought her lips to mine.

We kissed. It was heavenly. And I knew right then that I’d finally found the perfect lover I’d been looking for all my life. It wasn’t a man, and it wasn’t a woman. It was a young girl, my own daughter.

Well, why not?

THE END

Well, why not?

  • Posted on January 6, 2017 at 2:00 pm

By Naughty Mommy

“The bottle’s almost empty,” said Claudia. “Here, finish it off.”

She poured the last of the wine into my glass, then picked up her own, which contained another swallow or two, and grinned, “Let’s drink to us.”

“Okay.”

We clinked glasses and drank. I’m not really sure why we were drinking to us, though — two divorced women, a pair of pathetic losers who couldn’t get dates and were stuck having dinner with each other once again.

Claudia and I were at Mario’s, a small, quiet Italian restaurant with good food. It was where we went every other Saturday night if neither of us had anything else to do, which usually was the case.

Also as usual, I was feeling depressed. I always hoped that this would be the week I’d have to tell Claudia I couldn’t meet her for dinner because I had a date. A date, with a man! How long had it been since I’d enjoyed that? Too long. Following my divorce four years earlier, I’d been on fewer than a dozen dates, with none leading to anything really worthwhile.

I’d had sex only a few times during that period, figuring the man was nice enough and good-looking enough — plus I never knew when the next chance might come along. So I slept with a couple of the guys, Ronald once and George twice. Once was quite enough with Ronald, thank you very much, and George never called again after the second time. That had been almost two years earlier. In all the time since then, my only orgasms had come from masturbation. I was constantly wearing out the batteries in my vibrator.

Why were good men so hard to find? That was the question Claudia and I lamented every other Saturday. Her luck with dating wasn’t much better than mine, and she’d been divorced twice as long as me. So, we sat and slowly ate our dinner and drank our wine and commiserated with each other.

This week, however, Claudia had another idea.

“Do you ever watch lesbian porn when you masturbate?” she asked, a twinkle in her eye.

I glanced quickly around at the other diners. The tables were close together, but as far as I could tell, no one had heard what she’d said.

“Keep your voice down,” I hissed.

“Okay, sorry,” she giggled. “But do you?”

Shrugging, I said in a low tone, “Sometimes. Not usually, but sometimes, I guess. Why?”

“Well, did you ever think about maybe trying it? I know you’re not, you know, that way. But, I mean, it might be better than nothing, don’t you think?”

I frowned. “What are you suggesting?”

Claudia leaned across the table, candlelight flicking in her pretty blue eyes. Briefly, she put her hand out and touched mine, then took it away. “I’m saying that maybe you and I should try it. Just for, you know, for fun. Have you ever done anything like that before? With a woman, I mean?”

“No,” I shook my head.

Of course, I’d thought about it. Probably most women do at some point. But I never expected I’d be desperate enough to actually try it. I was really only interested in men when it came to sex.

“Well, do you want to?” said Claudia, looking eager. It was obvious that she’d been thinking about this, probably quite a bit.

“It can’t be that bad,” she continued. “And if we don’t like it, we wouldn’t have to do it again. But it might, you know, on the other hand, be pretty nice. Sometimes the women in those videos look like they’re having an awful good time.”

That was true. Although I’d just told my friend that I only watched lesbian porn sometimes, I had to admit — to myself, if to no one else — it was those videos that always got me the most excited. Watching a sexy woman lick another woman and bring her to orgasm was guaranteed to get me off, in a big way. But that didn’t make me a lesbian, did it?

“Come on, say yes,” Claudia urged. “We can go to your place. Audrey’s at her dad’s, right? So we’ll be alone. And if you don’t like it, I promise I won’t push you. I’ll go home whenever you want me to.”

“How long have you been thinking about this?” I asked. I couldn’t help but smile. Her girlish enthusiasm was infectious.

It was Claudia’s turn to shrug. “For a while. For a few months, anyway. I didn’t bring it up before because I wasn’t sure how you’d react. And I kept hoping that I’d, you know, meet someone. Or maybe you would, and then it wouldn’t matter. But now, since we’re both unattached and we have no other prospects — well, why not?”

She certainly had a point. Why shouldn’t we do it? I had no moral objection, and I might even enjoy having sex with a woman. I’d never find out unless I tried.

I paused a moment, thinking about all this. After taking the last swig of my wine, I nodded, “Okay, sure. Why not? Let’s do it.”

We quickly paid the bill and left the restaurant, driving in separate cars to my home, located in a suburb a few miles away. Claudia lived alone in an apartment on the other side of town. She had no children. I had one daughter, Audrey, who was 10. This was her weekend with her father, which occurred twice a month. That’s when Claudia and I would go out.

As I unlocked the door and we stepped inside the house, I was filled with worries.

Could I really go through with this? How would we start? What if something went wrong? What if I made some kind of horrible mistake? I didn’t know how to make love with a woman, even though I’d seen plenty of videos. Would I be inept? Or maybe undesirable? What if, halfway through, Claudia decided I wasn’t attractive enough and changed her mind?

I turned on the lights and we put our stuff down, our coats and purses.

“Um, would you, would you like a drink?” I asked nervously.

She shook her head. “No, nothing, thanks.”

“Okay, well, do you want to sit down?”

I started toward the couch in the living room, but Claudia caught my hand. “Let’s go in the bedroom,” she suggested in a soft voice.

Swallowing hard, I nodded, “All right.”

Claudia was 36 at the time, four years older than me. She had a lovely face — full red lips, big blue eyes, a pert nose — framed by natural blonde curls that fell to her shoulders. Her skin was fair, with a few freckles. She was plump, though, with large breasts, heavy thighs, and a big bottom.

I, on the other hand, was slim, you might even say skinny. Also, unfortunately, I’m not very pretty. My nose is crooked, my eyes too close together, and I have a pointed chin. My boobs are small and saggy, my legs not very shapely. I used to think I was lucky to attract any men at all for dates or for sex, no matter how infrequent that might be. Right then I was concerned that my lack of conventional beauty would turn Claudia off.

That didn’t seem to be a problem, though. She took my arm, squeezing it, as we walked down the hall to the master bedroom at the end. “This should be fun,” she grinned.

After shutting the door behind us, I asked, “Have you, um, ever done this? With a woman, I mean?”

Claudia giggled, shaking her head. “Not really. Not since high school at least, but then it was just kissing, you know, and kind of humping, that sort of thing. How about you? Anything at all?”

“No, nothing. Not even kissing.”

All through school, I’d been shy and quiet, not popular at all with the boys, or with the girls for that matter. It wasn’t until my senior year in high school that I was asked on a date, but only one time. Finally, in my second year of college, I met a guy I really liked.

Warren wasn’t exactly handsome, and certainly not buff. Like me, he was skinny and awkward. But he was very smart and very kind. He started taking me out, treating me like a lady, complimenting me, making me laugh. I fell in love.

I also got pregnant. We were married when I was 21 and he was 23. I was four months along, and already showing. That was with Audrey, of course. What a beautiful baby she was! I dropped out of school, planning to be a full-time mother and housewife. Warren was almost done with his Masters by then, working toward a PhD in Chemistry. His parents were quite well off and it was through their help that we were able to squeak by during those years, with my husband making only a little money as a TA and me staying home.

The marriage was good for a while. We were both very happy, or at least I thought we were. Then one day my world fell apart. About a week after our sixth wedding anniversary, Warren came home and with tears in his eyes told me he couldn’t live a lie any longer. He was gay.

What could I say? I couldn’t tell him not to be gay, and I didn’t want him to be unhappy. I loved the guy. I did then and I still do today. Even if it meant we’d have to break up, get a divorce — if that’s what it took for Warren to find what he was looking for, I would accept it. And I did.

“Is it okay if I kiss you?” said Claudia.

Her question brought me back to the present. “Huh? Kiss me?” I asked stupidly.

“Yeah.”

Without waiting for a response, she took me in her arms, bringing her mouth to mine. Her lips were unbelievably soft, so much different from a man’s. She held me, her hands caressing my body. Claudia’s tongue sought mine, and found it. I relaxed, gave in, and let her make love to me, forgetting my earlier worries.

* * *

I enjoyed sex with Claudia, enjoyed it very much. It seemed not at all like my recent experiences with males, but gentler, less hurried, more about being in the moment than about rushing toward a conclusion. It didn’t make me decide to be a lesbian — I still longed for the feel of a man’s hard, hot cock pushing up inside me — but for the time being this was nearly as good, if in a different way.

After that first night, when I’d been almost completely passive, I began gaining confidence too, sometimes taking the lead in bed. It was fun trying new things with her, experimenting, learning together.

In some ways, in fact, this was even better than what I’d known before, at least if you counted the number of orgasms I was having. I remember laughing with Claudia one night after she’d brought me to climax yet again, telling her I’d probably come more with her in a fairly short time than I’d had in all my years of marriage to Warren.

That’s not to say he was a bad lover. It’s just that it wasn’t very frequent. For reasons I now understand, my husband didn’t approach me for sex very often. It was usually up to me to make the first move — and being naturally reticent, I rarely did that. We would go for weeks without making love, sometimes several months. And when we finally did get together, it would be over fairly quickly. This was not very satisfying for me, obviously. I still loved Warren, though. He was, and is, a sweet, gentle, wonderful man.

Claudia and I, by contrast, made love many, many times over about a six-month period, as often as we could. Don’t misunderstand, it wasn’t as if we were in a romantic relationship. It wasn’t like that at all. Neither of us felt that way. We were just friends, good friends. The point was simply sex with someone you liked. It was convenient and extremely pleasurable too. For me, however, this was still just a stopgap, something to do until the right man came along.

It turned out, though, that when that man did come along, it was Claudia who found him, not me. She met this guy named Spencer, a friend of a friend, and the two of them hit it off right away.

I was kind of hoping at first that Spencer might be the type who’d be willing to share, that he might like the idea of being with two women at once, either just watching Claudia and me, or better yet fucking both of us. That way I could get back in the action.

When I finally got up the courage to speak to Claudia about this, after they’d been together for a couple of months, she laughed, then kissed me on the lips.

“Oh, you beautiful thing,” she smiled, chucking my chin. “Don’t you think I’ve thought about that too? Of course I have. And if it was up to me… but, you know, Spencer has his own ideas, and that’s just not his thing. I’ve hinted about it, more than hinted, in fact. I’ve asked him. But I’m afraid it’s not gonna happen. He wants it to be just me and him, that’s all. I’m really sorry, sweetie.”

“No, don’t apologize,” I said. “I understand. And I’m happy for you, I really am. I’m glad you found a great guy like him. I hope it lasts forever.”

* * *

So, as far as sex goes, I was on my own again, back to watching porn and using my vibe to get off. That was all right, I suppose, but I missed Claudia a whole lot. I felt lonely.

I did have a few dates from time to time. These were with a guy named Jim, a newly hired employee at the trucking company where I worked as a dispatcher. He was nice and sort of fun, but the only thing Jim really cared about was bowling. That was his big hobby, and it was what we always did on our dates. Our relationship, such as it was, never progressed to sex.

“We’re not dating any more now, just friends,” I said to my little sister Brooke.

It was my daughter Audrey’s weekend with her dad and I’d taken Brooke out to dinner. We were at a seafood restaurant, however, instead of at Mario’s. It was too depressing for me to think about going there again.

“Okay,” my sister smiled, “I wish you could meet someone else, though.”

“Who knows?” I shrugged. “Maybe someday I will.”

Brooke, my only sibling, was 28 and a free spirit. She traveled around the country, earning money as a waitress or a bartender, never remaining in one place for too long. She’d arrived in town a few days earlier and was visiting for a week or two, staying at our house. We hadn’t seen her in nearly three years.

“Any new tattoos?” I asked her. “Since the last time you were here?”

She laughed. “Yeah, a couple.” Brooke was covered with tattoos and had numerous piercings too. I had none of either, except for one hole in each earlobe.

“I’ll show them to you after we get home. Can’t do it now, in public,” she winked, before popping a fried shrimp in her mouth.

My sister and I had not been very close growing up. I was five years older, quiet and reserved. She was outgoing, popular, and more than a little wild. Our parents had a hard time controlling her. In fact, they couldn’t. Flaunting their attempts at reining her in, Brooke got piercings and tattoos, drank too much, tried drugs, had sex with both boys and girls whenever she felt like it. I don’t know how she managed to keep from getting pregnant. She was using birth control, of course, but as I knew from my own experience, that isn’t always foolproof.

After graduating high school, Brooke took off, traveling first to Europe with some friends, then to India, to Thailand, and finally to Australia, somehow making a living wherever she went. It was three years before she came back to the US, all grown up, sporting a bunch of new tattoos, and now a confirmed lesbian.

“So Claudia doesn’t even want to see you on the side? You know, secretly?” she asked.

Over my third glass of wine, I’d told her about my experimental affair with Claudia. Brooke was delighted, but wondered why I’d ever allowed it end.

I shook my head. “No, she wouldn’t do that, and I wouldn’t want to either. Spencer’s too nice a guy. I couldn’t do that to him.”

“Okay, well, she’s not the only woman in the world, you know. There are a lot of others looking for sex — and even if you think they’re straight, most women will go both ways. Believe me, I know.”

“I’m sure that’s true,” I grinned. “But really, I’m not that interested in finding another woman right now. I’m, you know, straight. Or at least I think I am.”

She raised her eyebrows. “You think you are? You’re not sure?”

“Well, I mean, I’ve only been with one woman. And I’ve always been straight, all my life. Of course, I’ve only had sex with three men, and one of them was gay, so…” I started to giggle, realizing how silly that sounded. Brooke joined me. We laughed together.

After we calmed down, my sister reasoned, “You’ve only been with one woman, like you said, so maybe before you make up your mind if you’re gay or straight, or bisexual or whatever, you ought to play around a little more. Give yourself a chance to find out.”

“I don’t know, maybe,” I shrugged, taking a bite of grilled salmon, then looking away.

I wasn’t all that comfortable talking about this subject with Brooke, especially not in a crowded restaurant, and was starting to wish I hadn’t told her about my adventures with Claudia. But she didn’t seem to want to let it go.

“You probably think I’m not the best person to give advice,” Brooke said earnestly. “I mean, my life hasn’t amounted to much yet, and you’ve got a nice house and a beautiful daughter and everything. But I just hate to see you closing yourself off from other possibilities, you know?”

“I guess,” I shrugged again.

“Just think about it.”

“Okay, I will.”

We were quiet for the next few minutes, finishing our dinner. On the way home, we made small talk.

Once we were inside the house, though, Brooke started in on me again. “I’m really serious about this. A few times with one woman is not enough for you to decide about your sexual orientation, whether you enjoyed it with her or not.”

“I did enjoy it with her,” I said, somewhat defensively.

“Well, see? That’s what I mean. You might like being with another woman just as much, maybe even more. Who knows until you try?”

“I know, I know. You’re probably right. But, um, I just… I think it’s easier for you. You’re so much younger and prettier than I am. I don’t, you know, really have that many opportunities.”

My voice caught as I said that, and tears came to my eyes. Damn it! I didn’t want to cry in front of her, and I didn’t want my sister feeling sorry for me. But I couldn’t help myself. I sat down on the couch, covering my face with my hands.

Brooke sat next to me and put her arms around me. “I’m sorry,” she whispered, petting my hair. “I should just shut up. I’m sorry.”

“It’s okay. It’s not your fault,” I sobbed.

She let me cry for a minute or so, murmuring soft words, gently petting, soothing, kissing my hair. When I took my hands away from my face, Brooke drew a tissue from her pocket, affectionately drying my tears, even wiping my nose. I did my best to smile and compose myself.

“There you go,” she said. “All better.”

She kissed my nose, my cheek, and then my lips.

I was caught by surprise when Brooke kissed my mouth. That first kiss seemed to be just loving and tender, comforting, non-sexual. But after that, she kissed me a second time on the lips, and this time there was no mistaking her intent.

“I — what — what’re you —?” I stammered.

“I’m kissing you,” she breathed, as she kissed me again. Now her tongue was in play, teasing my lips, asking to be let in.

“No, I — we can’t,” I protested. “I mean, you’re my sister!”

“So? What difference does that make?”

As she said this, Brooke pushed me down on the couch, gently but firmly. She lay on top of me, kissing my mouth again and again. Finally she drew back and said, “You’re a woman. I’m attracted to you. You want sex, and so do I. Who cares if we’re sisters?”

“But…”

“You want it, don’t you? You want sex? You want someone to kiss you and touch you and make love with you? Isn’t that what you want?”

“I, I guess…”

“That’s what I want too. So, if we both want it — well, why not?”

I started to laugh.

“What?” asked Brooke. “What is it?”

“That’s the same thing Claudia said.”

“Huh? What do you mean?”

“We were out at dinner one night, and she was talking about having sex with me for the first time, but I wasn’t sure about it, and then she said, ‘Well, why not?’”

Brooke smiled. “And what did you say to her?”

“Um… I said, ‘Okay, let’s do it.’”

“Nice. I like that answer.” My sister brought her mouth to mine again, this time shoving her tongue inside.

Continue on to Part Two

Getting Big

  • Posted on December 31, 2016 at 1:01 pm

By Naughty Mommy

Mom, I think there’s something wrong…

What do you mean, sweetheart?

Well, see this part right here? Why does it get big when I rub it?

Oh, well, uh, that’s… that part of your body is called your clitoris. It’s supposed to get big when it’s, um, when it’s stimulated… if you rub it, I mean. That’s normal.

It is?

Uh-huh.

Okay.

Does it hurt or anything?

Nuh-uh, it feels nice. When we were in the shower tonight and you were washing me there, it felt really good. So when I went to my bedroom, I tried rubbing it that way some more, but then it seemed like it was getting bigger or something, and so I looked at it in the mirror. Then I saw how — well, here, lemme show you.

Oh, but, um… I don’t know if…

Mmm, this feels really really good. But see, Mom? Look at it. See how when I rub it this way, it gets all big and fat and pink? It’s supposed to do that?

Yes, honey, yes, it is. That’s perfectly normal. Everyone’s, well, every woman’s or girl’s clitoris will do that when it’s stimulated properly.

What do you mean, properly?

Well, I just mean, in a way that feels good to you. That can be different for everyone. It’s just sort of a matter of experimentation, of trying different things and seeing what works best for you.

Okay. But, um, you said everybody has one?

Yes, well, every woman or girl has a clitoris. But you can just call it a clit if you want to. That’s what most of us do.

Do you have one?

Yes, of course I do.

Does it get big when you rub it, like mine does?

Uh, well, yes…

Will you show me?

Show you what?

I wanna see yours, Mom, your clit thing, and see if it gets big like mine when you rub it.

Well, I… I can promise you it does. But I’m not sure it’s such a good idea for me to show you.

Why not?

It’s, just, it’s… that’s not what mommies are supposed to do.

What do you mean?

Um, I, I don’t really know. It’s just, well, some people say… but then, people do say a lot of stupid things, and so, on the other hand, it could be that… I’m sorry, sweetie, I know I’m babbling, sort of thinking out loud, but you know what?

What?

I think they’re wrong.

Who’s wrong?

People who say moms shouldn’t teach their daughters about things like this.

Okay. So, does that mean you’re gonna show me?

Yes, I believe I will. Here, let me take off my panties first… okay, there, that feels better.

Mom?

Yes, honey?

When I get big, will I have hair down there too?

Yes, of course you will. You know that.

But, um, Kerie’s mom doesn’t have any.

She — what do you mean?

When I was the sleepover at her house the other night, I saw her mom naked and she doesn’t have any hair down there.

You saw her mother naked?

Yeah. She came in and kissed Kerie goodnight at bedtime, and she kissed me too. She just took a bath, she said, so she was still naked.

She was?

Uh-huh. But how come she doesn’t have any hair down there, like you do?

Oh, uh, well, that’s probably because she shaves it off. Some women prefer doing that.

How big do I have to be? How long until I get hair, I mean?

Um, that just depends. It’s different for everyone. For me, it started coming in when I was about 11, I think. That means it probably will be a few more years for you.

Okay. Can I see your thing now, your clit?

Mmm, ahh, yes… whew, it seems like it’s getting warm in here. Does it feel warm to you?

No.

It’s just me, I guess. Sort of a hot flash or something. Anyway, let me try to show you now. Here you go. Lean down now and look close. See it right there? That’s Mommy’s clit.

Will it get big if you rub it? Like mine?

Uh, well, probably.

Show me, okay? I wanna see.

Well, except, the thing is, honey, if I start rubbing it, I… well, I might get pretty excited and not want to stop.

What do you mean?

Have you…?  No, I suppose you haven’t.

Haven’t what?

Had an orgasm. Do you, well, do you even know what an orgasm is?

Nuh-uh. What is it?

It’s, um, it’s what happens when you rub yourself, or if someone else rubs you, or maybe licks you, and then—

Licks you?!

Yes, that’s, well, that’s one of the ways to stimulate your clit. For someone to do it for you, I mean. They can rub it with their fingers, or they can sort of lick it or suck it.

Really?

Uh-huh.

Can you do that with me?

Um, well…… that’s where I think we should draw the line, sweetheart. Let’s just do this. I’ll go ahead and show you how I rub myself, and you can watch me, and tell me if it looks like my clit is getting bigger, okay?

Okay, that sounds good.

Here we go. You can get down close if you want to. I’ll spread my legs, and you can watch.

All right.

Move in real close, baby girl.

Okay…

Watch Mommy now. Look at my clit. Watch what happens when I rub it. Mmm, it feels good. See how it’s growing, swelling, getting big?

Uh-huh.

You like watching Mommy this way, honey?

Yeah, I do.

Want to watch Mommy come?

What do you mean?

I mean, um, have an orgasm. If you want, I’ll let you watch me have an orgasm, okay?

Okay.

I want you to watch me, baby. I like it. Watch Mommy play with her pussy. Watch me rub my clit. Watch me.

You’re doing it fast.

Uh-huh. It feels so good. Mommy’s getting close. Mommy’s gonna come for you, baby. Want to watch Mommy come?

Yeah.

Watch me. Watch me. Look at Mommy’s pussy, little girl. Look at Mommy’s — oh god! OHH!! UNNHHH!! AHH!!!

Wow…

Ooohh, mmmm, oh my god, oh my god, that was so good…

You got really wet, Mom. Did you pee?

Uh, no, honey, I didn’t pee. I’m all sweaty now too, whew. But, uh, that stuff, well, it’s something else. It’s something that happens to women sometimes when they come.

It came out a lot. Made the sheets all wet.

Yes, I know. I can wash them tomorrow.

It smells good.

You like how it smells?

Uh-huh. But what’s pussy?

What?

You said ‘pussy’, play with your pussy. Is that the same as your clit?

Well, no, not really. Usually when we say pussy, we’re talking about the vagina, you know, the opening down here. But it can mean sort of the whole thing too, all of it.

All right.

You wanna see Mommy’s vagina? You know what a vagina is, don’t you?

I think so.

You have one too, of course, but it’ll look different from mine. Here, baby, let me show you Mommy’s pussy, Mommy’s vagina. I’ll pull my lips open and let you see everything. Do you like it?

Uh-huh.

Um, you know, sweetie, sometimes when I rub my clit, when I play with myself, I’ll push a finger or two up inside my vagina, like this. Deep inside.

Wow…

Mmmm, god, I’m so wet. I love doing this. It feels so good. I love to fuck my pussy.

Isn’t fuck a bad word, Mommy?

Well, yes, sometimes it is. Usually. But when you and me are together like this, privately, we can say that and it’s just fine. All right?

Okay.

Get down real close and watch again, okay?

All right.

You want to watch Mommy fuck her pussy, little girl?

Uh-huh.

Wanna see Mommy come again?

Uh-huh.

Can you, will you say it for me?

What do you mean?

I like hearing you say it. Tell me what you want.

Um, okay… I want to watch you rub your clit, Mom. And I want to see you, um, fuck your pussy. Fuck your pussy for me, Mom.

Yes, baby, yes, baby, say it again!

Fuck your pussy, Mom! Fuck your pussy!

Uh-huh, uh-huh, I’m getting close — watch me, baby, watch Mommy come!!

Fuck your pussy, Mom!!

GOD!! AHHHH!!!!

Wow! It —

Ohhh, ahhhhh, mmmmmmm…

Wow, Mom, you got like, I mean, some of that stuff got on me that time. It sprayed all over my face, in my mouth.

Oooh, oh, um, sorry, honey…

It’s okay, I don’t mind. I like it. It tastes good.

You like it?

Uh-huh.

You like how Mommy’s pussy tastes?

Yeah, I do.

Mmm, god, I… I don’t know, but I think maybe we should stop now.

Why?

You should probably go to bed now, sweetheart.

How come? I don’t want to.

Well, because I… I may want to do some other things with you, things that I really shouldn’t do.

Like what?

Uh, it’s just…

Please, Mom? I don’t wanna go to bed yet.

You don’t?

No, please, can’t I stay up? Can’t we do more?

Well, then, uh, all right, how about this? Would you like to show me your pussy again? Show me how your clit gets big when you play with it?

Okay!

Um, lie down, all right? On your back. That’s good. Spread your legs wide. Ooh, you’re so pretty.

Thank you, Mommy.

I love to look at you. In fact, can I tell you something?

What?

Well, you know you said how you liked it when I was washing you earlier, in the shower? The way I was rubbing you?

Uh-huh.

Um, see, the truth is, I don’t do that only to wash you, to make you clean. It’s also, because, well, because I like how it feels. Touching you, I mean. I love touching you down there, honey, rubbing your pretty pussy. It gets me excited.

I like it too. I wish you’d do it more.

Do you?

Uh-huh.

Mmm, all right, so… let me get down here close. I want to look at your clit, watch you while you play with yourself, okay?

Okay.

Mom?

Yes, honey?

Are you gonna keep rubbing yourself too? The way you are now?

Well, yes, I might just do that. You don’t mind, do you?

No, I don’t mind.

But right now, show me your clit, little girl. Mommy wants to see your clit. Mommy wants to watch you touch yourself.

Okay.

Mmmm, god, you are so beautiful.

Thanks, Mom.

Play with your clit. Yes, that’s right, sweetie, keep doing it. Ooh, I can see it growing, getting big. Do you like how it feels when you rub yourself?

Mm-hmm.

You’re so pretty, so sexy. Can I… I think I want to kiss you, okay?

Kiss me?

Yes, I want to kiss your pussy.

You do?

Uh-huh.

Okay.

Mmm, such a pretty pussy…

Oh!!

All you all right?

Yeah, it’s just, um, when you kissed me that way, it made me sort of feel all funny inside. Like electricity or something.

Did it feel bad?

No, not bad, just funny. But I liked it. Do it some more.

Okay…

Oooh!! Mom, do it again!!

Mmm, I love kissing your pretty pussy, licking your sweet clit…

Do it again!!

Mmm, so nice…

Mom, it’s — Mom, I’m —

More kisses for baby girl, more kissing and licking…

Mom, Mom, Mom, I’m gonna — ohhhh!!!!

Yes, yes, yes, oh my god, you taste so good. Mommy’s pretty little girl, coming in my mouth.

Mommy, did I…

I think you did, sweetheart. I think you had your first orgasm.

Wow. It’s just… wow…

Mmm, that’s so hot. I have to — I really need to come again, honey. But, uh, I’m just gonna get up on top of you here, okay? Just like this. I want you to see Mommy’s pussy up close, when I’m right on top of you.

Okay.

Look at Mommy’s pussy, right in front of your face. See how I’m fucking myself?

Uh-huh…

You want to kiss me, baby? Want to kiss Mommy’s pussy?

Really? Can I?

Yes, honey, I want you to. Kiss Mommy’s pussy, little girl, right here. Kiss Mommy’s fucking pussy.

Okay.

Oh my fucking god, yes! Do it again!

Mmm, mmm…

Jesus Christ, it feels so good. Look at your pretty face, your little mouth, right on my fucking pussy. So hot!

Mm-hmm…

Will you say it for me?

What?

Tell me you want to kiss my pussy.

I do. I want to kiss your pussy, Mom. I like kissing your pussy.

Mmm, yes, do it again. That’s right. Oh my god, so nice. And say it again.

I wanna kiss your pussy, Mommy, and I wanna lick it too. It tastes so good!

Yes, baby, yes, baby, lick my pussy. Lick Mommy’s pussy. Lick my fucking cunt!

Your cunt?

Yes!

I love your pussy, Mommy! I want to lick your fucking cunt!

Okay, uh-huh, right there, don’t stop, keep licking me… don’t stop, don’t stop, right there, uh-huh, right there… ohmygod ohmygod I’m gonna come in your mouth!!!

When It Goes Wrong

  • Posted on December 27, 2016 at 1:10 pm

By Naughty Mommy

I know many of us have enjoyed reading (or re-reading) Passing Cloud’s lovely erotic tale of girlhood experimentation, “School Memories.” It’s a terrific piece, one that I’m happy we’ve included here in the archives at Juicy Secrets. Of course, the author never quite finished the story back in 2014, leaving us to wonder what might have happened next.

In a comment at the end of the last posted chapter, Drod says: “Perhaps our three hosts here could make a collaborative effort, and continue the series?” That’s an interesting idea, though I doubt we’ll actually do it, given that neither Cheryl nor myself are very much into collaborating with other authors (JetBoy, on the other hand, has a long and successful history of doing so). Plus, I have good news — we heard from the author recently, and we’ll be publishing a new chapter in a few days!

Still, Drod’s proposal made me stop and think: If I did choose to extend “School Memories,” where might I want to take it? As I spent some time pondering the question, I realized that I’m actually not very pleased with the direction the story is going. I was much more fond of the character ‘Sis’ when she was an innocent but eager naif, rather than a budding dominatrix.

Of course, this is not my creation, it’s Passing Cloud’s. The original author chose to have the plot go that way, the actors evolving as they were. Many of our readers probably like it just as it is. But if I had been the one to write the story, I think I likely would have decided to go back and make some significant revisions before publishing — probably throwing out everything from about the middle of Chapter 3, where Sis says she wants to be “in control,” and starting over from that point.

And as I thought about that, I remembered the struggles I had in writing my own story, “Secrets.” I’d been working on the piece off and on for quite a long time, for four or five years or more, when I realized it was going wrong. I had taken the narrative in a direction that wasn’t pleasing to me. I’d made a mistake, and I knew I needed to correct it.

Anyone who’s ever done any serious writing has probably experienced this. It’s not a good feeling — to know that you have to toss out so much of what you’ve written, discarding the product of many hours’ work. Still, it must be done.

This is somewhat unorthodox, but I’m going to let you have a look at some of the material I rejected. Below is a long passage, about 3000 words, that I wrote down in a fever pitch of excitement. It’s fairly hot, I think, and it might be good in another story, with other characters, but it’s not right, at least in my opinion, for this story, for “Secrets.” You may feel otherwise.

If you’d like to compare what follows with what I eventually published, go to this point in Chapter 9. As you can see, they’re very different. Anyway, here is the section I eliminated:

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

I was in my bedroom putting away some of the clothes I’d washed earlier in the day when the two girls came into the room. It was a few minutes before 7:00.

“Mommy, we have a question,” Kerie said.

“Uh-huh.” Tossing the last two pairs of socks in the drawer, I closed it and asked, “What is it?”

Kerie sat on my bed. “Um, it’s about what we talked about earlier. About our game and about not talking to people and stuff. You know?”

I sat down on the bed next to my daughter and patted a space for Melissa to sit down too. “Go on,” I said.

“Well, since I already told Melissa about it, it’s okay if we can talk about it, right? Long as we don’t tell anyone else?”

“Yes,” I smiled. “If you two want to talk about it, that’s fine. Just be sure you keep it only between yourselves though.”

“Yeah,” said Kerie, “and, um, since I already told Melissa about it, and since you know that she already knows about our game, would it be okay if I showed her how we do it?”

I frowned. “What do you mean, showed her?”

“I want to let her see. I wanna show her how I do it with you.”

I was completely taken aback. I didn’t know what to say.

“Please, Mommy?” Kerie begged. “She won’t tell anyone. She promised.”

I felt in a daze. The little game I’d started playing with my daughter just a few weeks earlier was now threatening to become an open sexual display — for the benefit of a 9-year-old girl!

“Please, Mommy?” She had her hands on my legs.

I was wearing cutoff jeans that left most of my thighs bare. My thin short-sleeve sweatshirt did nothing to conceal my braless nipples, which were now standing erect. Kerie’s risqué proposal may have caught me by surprise, but it was also exciting me tremendously.

I pretended to want to refuse, however. “No, honey, really I don’t think we should do anything like that. Our game is just for us. It’s private.”

My daughter slid a hand underneath my sweatshirt, reaching up to fondle one of my nipples. She could see the evidence of my arousal, and she knew what it meant.

I took her hand in mine and pulled it away. “Stop that, Kerie, it’s not polite.”

But I didn’t want her to stop. I wanted her to continue, and to do even more. I loved having her touch me that way. I even liked having her do it in front of another little girl — maybe especially in front of another little girl.

I looked at Melissa. Her big blue eyes were sparkling, her pretty face shining with interest and curiosity.

And it seemed that my daughter could tell, whether from the tentative tone of my voice or perhaps from my body language, that I did not really mean it when I told her to stop.

She began to pull my sweatshirt up. “I wanna show Melissa how your nipples get big.”

This time I did not take her hand away. I allowed her to lift up my top, revealing my breasts. I raised my arms and let Kerie pull the sweatshirt all the way off. I sat quietly on the bed between the two little girls, and I let my daughter touch me.

“See?” she said to Melissa. “Look how big they get.”

She fingered my nipples, using both hands. Already erect, they grew even longer and harder.

“Do your mom’s nipples get like that?” Kerie asked.

“Sometimes,” answered Melissa, “like when she gets out of the shower.”

“But you’ve never touched ‘em, right?”

“Uh-uh. Not like that.”

Kerie was playing with my nipples, gently tugging at them and twisting them between her fingers. It was making me very wet.

“Do you want to touch them?” she asked Melissa.

“Okay.”

Now I really knew I should stop them. It just wasn’t right for a grown woman, an adult, to engage in sexual activities with children. I should never allow this 9-year-old girl to touch my nipples. But I did.

“Mmm,” I moaned as I felt Melissa’s little hands on my breasts.

“See,” Kerie said, “she likes it.”

Melissa not only fingered my nipples, but extended her hands to caress the sensitive skin around them. Her hands were too small to cover my breasts completely, but she held them and gently squeezed them.

“They’re really nice.” This was the first thing she’d said to me since they came into my room. “I like your tits a lot, Ms. Gregory.”

“Thank you, honey.” My voice was thick with arousal.

My daughter began to undo the buttons and the zipper on my shorts. I didn’t stop her. She tugged the shorts down my legs. Now I was wearing only a pair of blue cotton panties. In the center of the panties was a large dark spot, where my dripping pussy had made them wet.

“Look,” Kerie pointed. “When my mom gets excited, she gets wet like that. Your mom probably does too, when she, um, masturbates. Can you see how wet my mom’s undies are?”

“Yeah,” breathed Melissa, bending her head down between my legs to stare at me.

Kerie was wearing a long yellow t-shirt over a pair of flowered leggings. She suddenly pulled the t-shirt over her head and off.

Grinning, my daughter pointed at her flat chest. “I don’t have any boobies at all yet.”

Then she looked at Melissa. “But you do. Show my mom your little boobies.”

“Okay.”

The little girl lifted up her tank top, letting me see her small breast bumps. She looked down at them. “I hope they get bigger. My mom’s aren’t very big, though.”

She looked at my tits again. “I like yours, Ms. Gregory.” And she put her hands on them once more.

I inhaled sharply.

My pussy was tingling, my erect nipples throbbing with desire. The combination of being naked, or nearly naked, in front of the two girls, then seeing this lovely child’s tiny little titties, and having her hands on my breasts, was driving me wild.

“Take your shirt off,” Kerie told Melissa.

After the girl did, my daughter asked her, “Do you have any hair yet, down there?”

Without waiting for an answer, Kerie pulled her leggings down below her hips and tugged her panties down too, letting us see her hairless crotch. “I don’t.”

Melissa smiled as she looked at her friend’s smooth slit. Then she got off the bed and opened her shorts, letting them fall to the floor. She pulled her panties down too, to her knees, and proudly displayed her pussy to us. “I started getting some a little while ago.”

Whatever she had was still so sparse that from where I was sitting, which was only two feet away, I could barely see it. It seemed more like light brown peach fuzz than actual pubic hair.

“Cool.” Kerie stepped closer to admire Melissa’s evidence of maturity. Then, as she sat down on the floor to finish pulling off her leggings and panties, she said, “Take off your undies too.”

When they were both naked, they climbed up on the bed beside me.

“Mommy, move over there and put your head on the pillow.”

I did as my daughter instructed. Then she knelt between my legs and started tugging on my panties. I lifted my hips to allow her to remove them.

Holding the blue cotton panties in her hands, Kerie commented, “Look how wet they are inside.” Both she and Melissa touched the dark spot, feeling the sticky wetness on their fingers.

Kerie pushed my thighs apart, then laid on top of me. I put my hands on her little bottom. Her skin felt warm.

“Come over close so you can watch us better,” she said to Melissa.

And then, with a barely pubescent 9-year-old girl sitting naked at my side, another girl, my not yet pubescent 8-year-old daughter, began moving her naked body against mine, showing the other girl the ‘game’ we played, showing her how she could fuck her mommy and make her come.

It took me longer than usual to climax. I was nervous about having Melissa there with us, although at the same time I was also very excited by it. But instead of being able to concentrate solely on the sensations that Kerie’s body was bringing me as she thrust her little pubis against mine, I kept glancing over at Melissa to see how she was reacting.

She was wide-eyed, as might be expected, but she also showed some definite signs of arousal. One hand was at her tiny breasts, gently squeezing them, and the other was between her legs. I wasn’t sure if she was old enough yet to masturbate, but she seemed to have the right idea.

The girl’s eyes kept going from my tits, to my face, to my tits, to my legs and Kerie’s bottom as we moved together, and then back to my tits. She seemed to love seeing the way my breasts would jiggle each time my daughter pushed against me.

The distraction of having another girl there watching us delayed my orgasm, but it certainly didn’t prevent it.

Kerie kept moving on me, up and down, faster and faster. But she could sense, perhaps, that I needed a little extra stimulation, so she put her little hands on my tits and began squeezing my erect nipples, while at the same time, she said, “Mommy, I’m fucking you. I’m fucking you with my pussy, Mommy. Do you like it when I fuck you, Mommy?”

Hearing that really made Melissa’s eyes go wide.

When Kerie grabbed my tits that way, it surprised me, and her vulgar language stunned me for a moment, but my shock changed almost immediately to excitement. Yes, I loved it when she fucked me! And I loved having her hands on me! Yes, I wanted her to make me come! Make me come right in front of Melissa!!

I started to say those things to her, but before I could utter a word, a huge orgasm overtook me. It seemed to come from nowhere and everywhere at once. Without warning, my whole body was contracting in, then exploding out, then doing the same again. It was the most intense orgasm I had ever felt—

—and someone was crying out, screaming. I had a vague idea that it might be me, but everything all around was dark or foggy, no, it was red and steamy, no, white hot, burning, ah, now it was black and smooth and oh so sexy.

Minutes passed, I don’t know how many, until I came back to my senses and found myself laying on my back in my bed, naked and sweating. My legs were flung wide apart and my pussy was dripping wet. There were two little girls with me, both nude, Melissa on one side, Kerie on the other. They were looking at me and smiling.

As I opened my eyes and glanced around, taking in the scene, my daughter leaned over to give me a quick kiss on the lips. “Was that a nice one, Mommy?”

“It was — oh my god, I hope I didn’t scare you, Melissa.” I put my hand on the girl’s knee.

“Uh-uh,” she said. “It was awesome.”

“Yes, it was,” I grinned. “Awesome is a good word for it. Wow.”

I looked up at Kerie. “It was definitely a nice one, sweetheart. A big one.”

“It’s called an orgasm,” said Kerie to Melissa.

“I know that,” answered the girl, slightly peeved.

“There’s another way I can do it with her too,” Kerie went on, “make her come, I mean. Do you want me to do that now, Mommy?”

“Do what, honey?” I shook my head a little, trying to clear the post-orgasmic haze.

“Make you come with my hand, with my fingers inside you.”

“Oh, I don’t know, I —”

But my daughter did not wait for my consent. Before I knew it, she was down between my legs, spreading my pussy lips apart.

I meant to object. I meant to stop her from doing this in front of Melissa, but when she started rubbing my clit as she slowly slid a finger into my vagina, it felt so incredibly good that I could not find the will to protest.

Taking my breasts in my hands and gently massaging them, I closed my eyes to focus on the intoxicating physical sensations as my body responded shamelessly to Kerie’s touch. I felt laden with moisture and warmed all through, like a sponge dipped in a hot bath. I knew my pussy was dripping wet. It made it easy for her to put another finger inside me and begin fucking me harder.

I raised my knees, opening my thighs as wide as I could. I lifted my pelvis from the bed, offering my cunt to my daughter. As I pinched my nipples between my fingers, I felt a climax beginning to build.

“That’s right, baby, fuck Mommy,” I heard myself say. “Fuck’s Mommy’s pussy with your finger, and make me come.”

Kerie grinned at Melissa. “See how much she likes it?”

“Wow.” The other little girl was kneeling next to my daughter between my legs. They were both staring at my wet cunt.

“You want to watch, Melissa?” I asked. “You want to watch me come while Kerie fucks me with her fingers?”

She nodded eagerly.

Kerie put two fingers inside me and pressed them in deep as she continued rubbing my clit with her other hand.

I closed my eyes and squeezed my nipples. “Oh god it feels so good. I’m gonna come on your hand, baby.” I was very close to another climax.

Then I made myself open my eyes again. I wanted to see this, to fully understand and accept exactly what was happening.

My daughter, my 8-year-old little girl, had her fingers in my vagina and was moving them in and out, intent on giving me an orgasm — while her best friend, a cute little 9-year-old girl, was watching intently.

I was having sex, lesbian sex, with a minor, and not just any minor, but my own child. It was incest, and I loved it.

“God, fuck me, Kerie,” I urged, “fuck me hard and make me come!”

And with those words, I did begin to come.

I think I must have squirted, which is very unusual for me. I know that when I finished I was much wetter between my legs than I normally am, and Kerie’s hand was literally dripping with my fluids.

“Oh my god,” exclaimed Melissa.

“You wanna try it?” Kerie asked the girl.

“Really? Can I?”

“Sure. Here, I’ll show you how.”

Melissa bent down, very close to my pussy.

I was still short of breath after my orgasm, but I tried to object. “No, Kerie, we shouldn’t. Not without…”

I was about to say, ‘not without her mother’s permission’, until then I realized how absurd that would sound. What mother would allow a 9 year-old girl to put her finger in a woman’s pussy?!

So, I just laid back, spread my thighs wider apart, and let it happen.

“Put one hand up here.” Kerie was showing her friend how to stimulate my clit. “And rub like this.”

I’d barely come down from one climax and now they were trying to give me another.

“You have to make sure she’s open all the way, so push her apart like this.” My daughter was separating my labia. “Then rub your finger in here, so it gets really wet and slippery, and then just slide it inside. See where that hole is? That’s her vagina.”

“This is so awesome,” I heard Melissa say.

Then I felt a finger pressing inside me. I groaned. “Push it in further,” I whispered.

Melissa was just a tiny girl, barely four feet tall. Even though she was six months older than my daughter, she was shorter than Kerie, so her little fingers weren’t very long at all. But it still felt so nice to have her reaching up inside me, probing my cunt, exploring my hot wet sex.

“Oh god yes goddamn yes fuck me, fuck my cunt,” I whispered.

The child began moving her finger in and out.

“That’s right,” instructed Kerie, “and you can put another finger inside now.”

I wondered what Rose, Melissa’s mother would think, if she could see us now. Of course, right at this moment Rose Harper was hopefully being fucked by my own sister, so she might have other things on her mind. God, I love having sex, I thought. Especially sex with little girls, like these two.

Melissa was eagerly fucking me with one hand while her other hand massaged my clit, but it wasn’t quite enough.

“Kiss me,” I demanded.

“What?” asked Kerie.

“Melissa, kiss me down there,” I said. “Kiss my pussy.”

“Okay.”

The child put her mouth down to my sex and began kissing me. That was all I needed. I came again, loudly and wetly.

When I recovered, I looked down between my legs and saw that the two girls were taking turns rubbing their hands inside my slit to get them wet with my juices, and then they were tasting me, licking and sucking their fingers.

“Do you like it? It tastes good, right?” asked Kerie.

“Mm-hmm,” Melissa answered, nodding as she sucked on her fingers.

It was the hottest, naughtiest, sexiest night of my life.

“What else do you want to do?” I heard Kerie say.

“Can I touch her tits again?” asked Melissa.

“Sure.”

My daughter had apparently taken ownership of my body, and was offering it as a sexual playground to her little friend. Of course, I didn’t mind, I didn’t mind at all.

They moved up by my chest, one girl on either side of me.

“I like your tits, Ms. Gregory,” Melissa said.

“Call me Shelly,” I muttered, still in a post-climactic daze.

That made them giggle.

“She likes it when you touch ‘em,” Kerie said. Her hands were on my breast. “Rub the nipple and make it hard.”

Melissa’s hands were now on my other breast.

“You can suck on them too,” I told them.

Along with ownership of my body, I’d apparently lost possession of my senses as well. I was saying things I never would have allowed myself to say in a normal state of mind.

“Really, Mommy?” asked my daughter.

“Yes, suck my nipples. Both of you.”

And they did. The girls each latched onto a nipple and began sucking like babies. I closed my eyes, relishing all the wonderful sensations as I slid a hand between my legs, massaging my clit.

We went on this way for a while, until Kerie said to Melissa, with a grin, “You want to try fucking her?”

“With my fingers again?”

“No, with your whole body, like I did before.”

“Oh! Really? Can I?”

“Of course you can. Mommy loves it!”

 

That’s about as far as I got before deciding I wasn’t happy with all this. Sure, it’s arousing as hell, to me anyway, but it doesn’t seem to fit within the story I was intending to write.

The segment posted above gives Kerie a completely different personality, much too knowing and too bossy. It also gives Melissa undue prominence, making her a major character when what I really wanted at the time was to shift the emphasis back to Valerie and her family. So, I decided this had to go. (I didn’t entirely delete it, however, or you wouldn’t be able to see it now; instead, I created a duplicate copy of the story and made my revisions there, keeping this just in case I ever changed my mind and wanted to go back to it.)

This is how the process of writing works, in my experience. It’s not often I will throw out as much as I did in this case, but it’s certainly not unusual for me to delete several paragraphs or even a couple of pages and start over again if I think I’ve gone wrong. Of course, I hate to admit, even to myself, that I’ve wasted time writing something I won’t use, but I’m almost always much happier with the results when I’m done.

Secrets, Chapter 25

  • Posted on December 24, 2016 at 1:25 pm

By Naughty Mommy

When we gathered at Valerie’s on the afternoon of Saturday, September 10, in addition to the sixteen people from our previous meeting, there were four new faces. One of them belonged to a tall, pretty redhead named Whitney, a single woman about 45 years old. She was a friend of Maureen McCormick, Reagan’s mother.

Whitney appeared very shy, sticking close to Maureen and hardly saying a word, at least not until we began sharing our stories. By contrast, the three other new attendees, who’d been invited by Connie, were ebullient, mingling and chatting gaily with everyone.

After we finally settled into place, I stood and welcomed the group, then went over our club rules for the newcomers. No one had any objections or questions. As I sat down again, I thought how interesting it was that all four first-timers had been invited by those who themselves were new the previous month. Our plan was working — women and girls really did want to share their sexy secrets!

The first to speak this time was Maureen. She briefly related the story of how she and her teenage daughter Reagan enjoyed watching each other masturbate — but their particular fetish was that they always pretended they were spying. Neither one would acknowledge the other as she played with herself, although both knew exactly what was happening.

“My daughter and I have been doing that since, um, since early last year,” said Maureen, “so, for about a year and a half. But now, well, now I have another secret to tell. Because after we heard all those amazing stories from everyone last month, at the last meeting, we both realized we wanted more. We had to have more. So, uh, we made love. Reagan and I made love. It was… god, I can’t tell you how great it was.”

“Don’t you want to show us what you did?” asked Jae, with a wicked smile. “Not just tell us, but show us?”

Maureen blushed and grinned. “Well, yes,” she nodded, “we could do that, if you want us to. I’d kind of like to hear from some of the others first, though, hear what they have to say.”

Rose went next. She told us that during the past month she and her daughters, 13-year-old Emily and 9-year-old Melissa, had progressed from kissing and tribbing to oral sex. As she described in detail the things they’d done with each other, with her daughters sometimes adding comments, I saw hands moving down between legs at various places around the room. Several of the women and girls in attendance were starting to masturbate.

After Rose was done, one of our new attendees spoke up. This was a buxom blond named Michelle. She was on a sofa next to Connie Rayburn, the friend who’d invited her.  Michelle appeared to be in her early thirties and was dressed in tight, revealing clothing, showing plenty of skin.

“I want to tell you guys my story,” she said, smiling and winking at us, “all my dirty secrets. It, uh, it starts around twenty years ago, back when I was just a kid, 12 years old, the same age Claire is now.”

Michelle patted her daughter’s leg. Claire, who was squeezed in beside her mom, almost sitting on her lap, wore sandals, short-shorts, and a light, sleeveless top that buttoned up the front. More than half of the buttons were open, and the girl plainly wore no bra. A good portion of her small, developing breasts were visible.

Continuing, Michelle said, “I was a curious kid, always snooping around, and one day in the back of my parents’ closet, I found a hidden pile of adult magazines, mostly Playboy and Penthouse, along with some harder stuff too. There was also a couple of videotapes, you know, x-rated porn, and some dirty paperback novels. Of course, I was really excited by this, and started sneaking in there every chance I could get, looking at all that stuff and masturbating. One afternoon, though, I wasn’t careful enough, and my mom caught me.”

As she said this, Michelle turned and smiled at the fourth newcomer. Seated at the end of the sofa on the other side of Claire was Joan, Michelle’s mother and Claire’s grandmother. Joan, a curvy, fifty-something woman with bleached blond hair and a lot of makeup, was wearing tight jeans and a thin, clinging tank top with no bra. Evidently Connie had informed her friends what to expect from our meetings, and they’d come looking for a good time.

“Why don’t you tell them what you did then, Mom,” said Michelle.

Before Joan could reply, Valerie frowned, “You didn’t punish her, did you?”

“No, don’t worry,” Michelle laughed, “she sure didn’t.”

Joan shook her head. “I didn’t punish my daughter or get mad at her, nothing like that. We, uh, I actually sat down with her and we looked at some of the magazines and the other stuff. I told her it was fine for her to look at them, and I told her masturbation is perfectly normal. I asked her what she liked best in the magazines, and she told me, and I told her what I liked too, you know, the kinds of pictures that turned me on and everything. I started masturbating while we were looking at the stuff, and then she started masturbating. We looked at the dirty pictures together and played with ourselves until we both came, me and my 12-year-old daughter.”

“That’s hot,” said Maureen. She was openly masturbating, with her dress pulled up, legs spread wide, a hand inside her panties.

Rose nodded, “Yeah, it is. It’s very, very hot.”

Others chimed in, agreeing. More than half of the women and girls in the room were rubbing themselves, including me.

“I told her, though,” said Joan, “that we should probably keep it a secret from her dad. So we did. My daughter and I, all through the years when she was growing up, from then until she was an adult, we’d look at porn and masturbate together, secretly, any time we got the chance. We still do, in fact.”

“That’s what I do with my mom,” Tina said. “We watch porn and masturbate. I love doing that with her.”

Michelle chuckled, “I guess we’re not the only ones.”

Claire spoke up for the first time. “And I do it too now, with ‘em. You know, look at porn and, um, and all that.”

“That’s right,” said Joan, as she ran her hand along her granddaughter’s bare thigh, gently caressing. “A few months ago, her mother and I decided we should invite Claire to join our fun. And she loves it, don’t you, sweetie?”

“Uh-huh, I do,” the girl nodded, “it’s awesome.”

Jae asked, “Do you ever… do anything else with each other besides masturbating? Anything more?”

Michelle slowly shook her head, leering at Jae. “No, uh, we haven’t, not yet. Do you have some suggestions?”

There were giggles about this, with people looking around at one another. I wondered if an orgy might suddenly break out. Most of us were playing with ourselves to one extent or another, but no had reached climax yet that afternoon — we were edging, and the sexual tension in the room was extremely high, so high you could almost smell it. No, you could smell it. I took a deep breath, inhaling through my nose. Pussy, pussy, delicious pussy… the scent alone nearly made me come.

Following a few more seconds of silence, broken only by the sounds of heavy breathing, Connie said, “Whitney, maybe you should tell everybody about you and your mother.”

I immediately broke in. “You don’t have to if you don’t want to. No one has to speak if they don’t feel like it.”

“No, I…” Whitney cleared her throat, then continued. “I do want to. I want to tell everyone my secret. I’m proud of it.”

So we listened as the woman told us all about her unusual experiences as a child.

“When I, um, one time when I was 6 years old, instead of putting me in my own bed at night, my mother brought me into her room. She took off my nightie and my undies, then set me down on the bed between her and my father. They were both naked already. That wasn’t unusual. We saw each other nude a lot, it wasn’t really a big deal at our house. But, uh, but I’d never seen my dad doing what he was doing. He was holding his dick in his hand and rubbing it, and it was huge, big and long and stiff. I couldn’t stop staring at it.”

“Mmmm,” sighed Valerie.

I glanced over at my friend, sitting in an armchair near me. Valerie’s eyes were closed and she had both hands working between her legs inside her panties, her loose silk skirt up around her waist. I wasn’t sure whether she was aroused by the thought of the man’s erect cock, or the idea of the little girl being nude in bed with her parents. Maybe it was both.

“My mom kissed me,” Whitney said. “She kissed my mouth and told me she loved me. She said she wanted to make love with me. I didn’t know what that meant, of course, at that age, but I soon found out. My mother kissed me again. She kissed my mouth, putting her tongue inside. She kissed my mouth and my chest and my nipples and my tummy, and then she started kissing my pee-pee. That’s what I called it then. My mom kissed and licked my pee-pee, and pretty soon I started feeling really strange. I got kind of hot, like a fever. My mother kept licking me there, and I was feeling all jumpy and shaky and excited, and then it happened — I had my first orgasm.”

“Goddamn goddamn goddamn!” That was Connie. She was fucking herself, two fingers pumping in and out of her cunt, shorts and panties down around her ankles.

Whitney paused a moment, watching Connie. She smiled and licked her lips, then continued, “I didn’t really know what it was, what had happened, you know, when I came — but I knew it felt great and I wanted more. There wasn’t any more that first night, though. My mother put me back in my own bed, kissed me and told me she loved me, then went back to her room. But we did the same thing a few nights later, and after that it happened a lot, at least two or three times a week, maybe more often. My mom licked me and made me come while my father watched and masturbated. Somewhere along in there my mother started masturbating too. I don’t remember exactly when it was, but she played with herself and showed me what she was doing. She opened her pussy and told me I could kiss her there if I wanted to, the same way she kissed me.”

“Yes! YES!!” Connie reached climax — which suddenly triggered a whole bunch of others, including me.

I came, and Valerie came, and Rose and Jae both came, and Reagan and Maureen and Connie and, well, for the next several minutes all you could hear was the ecstatic sounds of girls and women enjoying self-induced orgasms, one after another. It was a masturbation jamboree, and this was only the beginning of our fun that Saturday afternoon.

 

After things settled down a bit, Whitney proceeded with her story. She told us about all the many nights she and her mother made love in front of her dad. This went on for years and years. Her father never touched Whitney, not sexually anyway, but there were a few times when he fucked her mom in front of Whitney, or when her mother sucked her dad’s dick and made him come. Those occasions were rare, however, being the exception rather than the rule. Nearly all the time it was mother-daughter sex, with the man simply watching.

For a decade and a half, beginning when Whitney was only 6 years old and continuing until she was 21, she and her mother pleasured each other in front of her dad, often several times a week.

“But then he got sick,” she said. “My father was a smoker and got lung cancer. He went down fast. A few months after he was diagnosed, he died. That was really sad, of course, but at least I had my mom and she had me. We consoled each other, and we continued making love.”

Whitney said she never moved away from home, but had always lived with her mother. They slept in the same bed for the next two decades and had sex on a regular basis. Only after her mom had a stroke at age 67 did they finally stop, when she became disabled. Within a year she passed away. Whitney had never fallen in love with anyone else, had never married or even considered it, and still thought of her mother as her life partner, her one true lover.

We were all quiet as we listened to this heartfelt declaration of love and devotion. It was beautiful, moving, and also arousing — to think of a woman and a girl, mother and daughter, making love for all those years, starting when the young one was a child and lasting until she was a woman in her forties with her mother in her sixties, their passion and desire for one another never waning.

It made me really hot to think about that. I wondered if Kerie and I… what might it be like for us when she grew up?

My daughter was sitting on the floor just in front of me. Near her were the other younger girls, Becky and Melissa. None of the three, as far as I could tell, had begun masturbating yet. They were content with listening and observing.

As I looked down at Kerie and thought about Whitney’s story, her lifelong love affair with her own mother, I felt suddenly overwhelmed with need. I had to have my daughter. I had to fuck her.

Then something else popped into my head — I recalled a conversation with my sister Jae a few months earlier. She’d suggested then that Kerie and I perhaps should ‘demonstrate’ for Rose the game we played, the way we tribbed. We’d never really had a chance to do that, but now we could.

“Kerie,” I said.

“Hm?” She turned to look up at me.

“Take off your clothes, baby girl.”

“Really?”

“Uh-huh.”

“Okay.”

Addressing the group, I said, “Most of you know about this already, of course, but the newcomers don’t. And not very many of you have seen it. So now we’re gonna show you.”

As I spoke, I got to my feet and started stripping. I didn’t make a big production out of it, just quickly removed all my clothing, my summer dress, bra, panties, and sandals. By then, Kerie was naked too, standing and facing me. I bent and kissed her mouth, then glanced around the room.

Everyone was staring at us. I took a deep breath, licked my lips, and said, “My daughter and I are lovers. We have sex just about every day. I want to show you how we first started, one of the things we love to do together.”

I took a quilt from a stack beside my chair. (Valerie and I had decided it might be a good idea to have some padding available, just in case.) I spread the quilt on the floor in the center of the group, then lay down on my back, opening my arms and my legs.

“Come here, baby,” I smiled at Kerie. “Come here and fuck Mommy.”

“Okay!” she giggled.

“Let’s do it too, Mom,” said Emily, popping up from her chair. “Let’s do it too!”

Rose agreed, and soon she was lying nude on the floor next to me, with her 13-year-old daughter on top of her. Emily and Kerie began moving in tandem, humping their moms pussy-to-pussy while grinning at one another.

“Reagan,” said Maureen. “Jae asked us before to show some of the things we’ve done with each other. You want to do that now?”

The pretty teenager nodded. “Okay, sure.”

Maureen knelt in front of her daughter, pushed up her short skirt and tugged her panties off, then began licking the girl.

Others soon joined in, and within a few minutes a full-scale orgy was underway. On the floor not far from us, sisters Candice and Erica were locked in a ’69’, munching each other’s pussies. I could see Tina and Becky kissing and fingering one another, while their mother, Valerie, watched them and masturbated. Brooke and Allison were also in a ’69’, their mom standing over them, talking dirty to the girls as she fucked her cunt with her fingers. Meanwhile, Jae had approached Michelle. She’d removed the woman’s top and was licking and sucking her big tits. Joan was on the sofa with her granddaughter, Claire, on her lap, the older woman kissing and fondling the 12-year-old. Everyone at the meeting was either having sex with someone or watching and masturbating. The room was filled with the sounds and smells of hot feminine sex.

It went on that way for a couple of hours. Most of us switched partners several times. I got the chance to see some of the women doing things with their daughters they’d never done before, which was awesome. I had sex with Tina, and with Reagan, and Maureen, and Rose, and Emily, and well, I can’t remember everyone else, and I couldn’t begin to count the number of orgasms I had. It was a wonderful day.

 

At that fourth meeting of Secrets Club, in September, we’d had twenty attendees at Valerie’s, a nice large group. The following month we welcomed five new members, and the month after that there were nine more new faces in the room. We quickly realized that as our club continued to grow and became more popular — though still strictly secret, of course — we’d have no choice but to split up into separate chapters. Imagine fifty or sixty people meeting in one place, all trying to share their stories over a couple of hours. It simply wouldn’t work.

So, by the end of the first full year, there were three chapters of the club in our city, averaging twenty or more attendees at each monthly meeting. Isn’t that amazing? The women and girls who lived near us certainly had a lot of secrets to tell! And they weren’t the only ones, either. Not even close. After two years, our city alone could boast seven chapters of Secrets Club, while three other cities in our state had started their own chapters. It was contagious, spreading like a fever!

Our original chapter, the one I’d started along with Jae and Rose and Valerie, met on the second Saturday of every month. Other chapters also met monthly, but on different weeks or on different days. This allowed some of us, the charter members, to visit other meetings from time to time, checking in to be sure everything was working smoothly.

As I’ve done that, going around to different places week after week, it’s been fascinating to learn how common some of the secrets are that people hold. For instance, I would estimate that at least a third of all moms, maybe even half, have indulged in sexual fantasies about their daughters. Some women have fantasies about their sons too, of course, but the mother-daughter thing strikes me as far more prevalent for whatever reason. It seems as if that’s a natural instinct or something.

I also frequently hear stories about sisters who masturbated together when they were young, or who “practiced” kissing, which then led to more extreme activities. That’s another recurrent theme. We hear it over and over. In fact, it’s amusing: after attending so many meetings over all these years and listening to confessions of secrets from so many different women and girls, I can almost predict what someone’s going to say just from the initial set-up.

For those of us who are veterans of the club, there really aren’t too many surprises anymore. It’s still wonderful, though, to be at a meeting and witness the thrill of discovery for new members when they hear certain things for the first time, or to see the relief they feel when they are able to open up and share the forbidden secrets they’ve kept inside for so long. I’m really proud of what we’ve accomplished.

Once in a while I will hear something unusual. Among the members in one of our chapters, for instance, is a mother and daughter whose big fetish, their special turn-on, is peeing on each other. That’s certainly not my thing, not at all, but we try hard not to make any judgments. As long as no one gets hurt and everything’s consensual, the club does not place limits on the kinds of sexual secrets members are allowed to share.

Although there is no set agenda, and anyone can speak whenever they want, our meetings have developed a mostly standard format. The usual practice is that after an opening recitation of club rules, members will begin voluntarily to share their sexual secrets — and in many cases not only tell a story, but also demonstrate the things they do. With that in mind, nearly every chapter has one or more members whose job is to record each session on video.

As time went by and our club continued to grow — with new chapters springing up not only in our state but in nearby states as well — someone had the bright idea of offering these videos for sale to club members. That way, people from one meeting could hear the stories and watch the sexy antics of girls and women from other meetings too.

This was an immediate hit. Everyone wanted to observe what members in other places were doing, especially when those meetings turn into hot lesbian orgies. More often than not that’s what happens, with women and girls of all ages — sisters, mother and daughters, sometimes even grandmothers — having sex with each other on camera.

The substantial fees we accrue through video sales are placed in a fund to support an annual Secrets Club gala. This takes place in a different location every year and typically involves several hundred members meeting at a private resort, with, as you can imagine, a whole lot of sex going on at all hours of the day and night. It’s always an incredible experience, something no one ever wants to miss.

In the midst of all this busy activity, we needed someone to keep careful track of everything: chapters, locations, banking, and so on. So, we have a Secretary-Treasurer of Secrets Club, and can you guess who that is? Wait for it —— it’s Mrs. Simmons! Don’t you love it? She’s such a darling, we couldn’t possibly get along without her.

In addition, my daughter Kerie, who’s now 21 years old, writes a monthly newsletter that she distributes electronically to members who subscribe. Her circulation recently passed 3,000!

Yes, our little endeavor has been a huge success. There are multiple chapters of Secrets Club in most large American cities, and quite a few in Canada as well. Small and mid-size towns across the country each have their own groups that meet every month. We’ve even heard talk of chapters forming in Europe.

If you’re a woman or a girl with a secret interest in kinky sex, chances are pretty good that you’ve already heard about our club and maybe attended a meeting. I certainly hope you’ve been able to.

If not, try asking around. It’s likely you’re acquainted with someone who’s a member, even if you don’t realize it. It’s true, we’re everywhere! Just look for that girl or woman with a gleam in her eye, a flirty smile, a suggestive attitude that says, I have a secret. She’ll be the one.

THE END

Secrets, Chapter 24

  • Posted on December 15, 2016 at 3:06 pm

By Naughty Mommy

Rose certainly was there on Saturday for our first club meeting, along with her daughters, Emily and Melissa. There were nine of us in all, including Valerie and her two girls, Tina and Becky, plus me, my daughter Kerie, and my sister Jae. We met at Valerie’s, as planned, although at her suggestion we’d decided to begin in the afternoon, at 4:00, instead of in the evening. That way, she reasoned, if our discussions were stimulating enough and led to something more — whatever that might be — we would have plenty of time to enjoy ourselves.

It turned out nothing ‘more’ did happen at our first two monthly meetings. It wasn’t until the third occasion that things really got fun. Those initial gatherings were mostly focused on figuring out the mechanics of what we were trying to do, debating who else might be safe for us to invite to join, that sort of thing. We did share some of our secrets with each other, of course, and that definitely was arousing, but overall the first couple of meetings felt more businesslike than sexy.

That all changed in a big way on Saturday, August 13.

 

“Welcome, everyone,” I began, as I stood in front of the group of girls and women, “to the third official meeting of Secrets Club.”

We were gathered in the beautifully appointed living room of Valerie’s restored Victorian home. In addition to those I thought of as our charter members — the nine of us who’d been involved from the start — we had seven new attendees.

I took my time before continuing, looking slowly around at the assembled guests. My eyes settled first on Reagan McCormick. The pretty high school junior was seated on a sofa with her mother, Maureen, next to her on one side and Tina on the other side. Reagan grinned up at me, her face a picture of eager anticipation. I returned her smile, then let my gaze drift down to the girl’s long, shapely legs. She was in a very short skirt, legs tan and bare. So yummy.

Reagan’s mother, who was in her early forties, also had nice legs, though the silk dress she wore was far more conservative, with the hem just below her knees. Her expression was more reserved as well, showing some apprehension. That was understandable, of course, considering the purpose of our get-together… to reveal sexual secrets. It was remarkable that she was there at all.

I nodded to Maureen, repeating, “Welcome.” She responded with a tight, nervous smile.

In an overstuffed chair beside the sofa sat Connie Rayburn, a slightly plump woman of about 35 years old, with a dark tan and sandy blonde hair cut short. Her younger daughter Allison, 9, was on her lap. Seated at their feet with her legs crossed was 12-year-old Brooke, Connie’s other child. All three were dressed casually, in shorts and t-shirts. They appeared relaxed and comfortable. I winked at Connie, and she returned the wink.

Valerie had brought a loveseat from another room into the living room, where she’d arranged the furniture in a rough semicircle. A pair of grown sisters, Candice Stroud and Erica Chaubey, sat together in the embroidered loveseat, holding hands. They were in the same age range, around 30, and although neither woman was especially attractive, they both possessed a palpable sensuousness. Just by looking at them you could see that sex was very important in their lives — and you could also tell, from their body language, that the two were incestuous lovers.

I licked my lips as I gazed at the women, feeling my clit tingle. Candice raised one eyebrow, nodding slightly, giving me a knowing look. It was clear she could sense my arousal, and that she was enjoying it.

Squeezed onto a second sofa were Rose and three little girls: Rose’s daughter Melissa, my daughter Kerie, and Valerie’s daughter Becky. Rose’s other daughter Emily was on the floor in front of the younger kids.

Two additional chairs held Valerie and my sister Jae, with one chair left empty. That’s where I would take a seat when we began to tell our stories. First, though, I had something important to say.

“All right, before we get going, let’s just make sure we all understand a few things. The first rule of Secrets Club is: You do not talk about Secrets Club. The second rule of Secrets Club is: You do not talk about Secrets Club. You can’t tell anybody. It’s a secret!”

That remark brought a few giggles.

I continued, “The third rule is: If at least three adult members of the club agree it would be safe, then you can tell someone about Secrets Club and invite them to join. Okay?”

Gazing around the room, I saw plenty of heads nodding.

“The fourth rule is: Only women and girls are allowed to join. No men and no boys. Never.”

“Good,” said Maureen McCormick. “No men.”

I was surprised to hear her say that. Not that I expected anyone to want a man in the club, but I understood Maureen had been married, apparently happily, for almost twenty years, to a prominent member of the community, a well-respected judge. Perhaps, however, there was more going on within that marriage than I knew.

“Sounds good to me,” said Candice. “Just women and girls. That’s how it should be.”

“Agreed,” said Jae.

Connie Rayburn nodded, “Definitely. I like it.”

Following more nods and murmurs of agreement, I went on, “The fifth and final rule is: Tell all your secrets, especially the dirtiest, naughtiest ones. Let everything out. It’s completely safe here, you’re among friends — and no one will ever repeat anything they hear here. This is Secrets Club!”

I sat down and waited. We’d made the decision early on that except for reciting the rules each time, our meetings would be informal, with no set agenda. Anyone could speak at any time and in any order, whenever they chose.

On this afternoon, Rose went first. She told us a story that most of us already knew, how sometimes at night she would get in bed with her daughter Emily, and how she was teaching the girl to kiss, using tongues and everything. Rose said this had begun about a year earlier, when Emily was 12.

Then she revealed something I hadn’t heard before. She said, “Lately, um, after we started having these Secrets Club meetings, Emily and I decided to do more than just kiss. And, well, now we have Melissa with us too, all three of us. In fact, the girls come into my room now and get in bed with me. We kiss and we, um, we do that thing that Shelly and Kerie told us about, where one of them gets on top of me, rubbing on me, you know, humping while we kiss. We do that until one of us comes, or maybe both of us, and then we change partners. It’s fun, isn’t it, girls?”

Melissa giggled, “Uh-huh, it is. I like it.” She was sitting next to her mother on the sofa, holding her hand.

On the floor in front of them, Emily added, “Yeah, it’s great, so great. And, um, also sometimes when my mom isn’t home, like after school, me and Melissa do it together, you know, kissing and humping. We do that a lot.”

“Oh my,” said Maureen, “that’s… interesting.”

The woman’s face was flushed and she appeared to be breathing hard. She rubbed her hand on her neck, then slid it down to her chest. The lovely dress she wore had a Queen Anne neckline. It was fairly modest, not cut too deep, but as we watched Maureen slipped her fingers inside the dress, stroking the tops of her breasts.

Erica spoke next, her words tumbling out. “I’m so glad we’re doing this. I’m really glad Rose invited us to come, me and Candice. These meetings are a great idea. It’s not easy to keep such a big secret — that my sister and I, that we’re, well, that we have sex with each other — and it’s nice to be able to talk with people about it. Before this I’d only told Rose, and then I guess she told Jae, which is fine. I’m pretty sure my husband doesn’t have any idea, though. He’s at home now with our little boy, Jimmy, who’s two years old.”

Candice chuckled, “Her husband thinks we’re at a Tupperware party.”

“Yeah,” Erica nodded, grinning. “He’s kind of clueless about things sometimes. But anyway, um, Candice and me since, well, since we were teenagers we’ve been doing it, having sex, I mean. So that’s, like, for maybe fifteen years, on and off anyway.”

“Mostly on,” said Candice.

“Right, mostly on,” Erica giggled.

She smiled at her sister. They kissed. The first kiss was quick, but when they kissed a second time, their lips lingered. Erica sighed and closed her eyes. Her tongue came out. The women kissed wetly for a minute or so, with the rest of us quietly observing.

I looked around the room. Everyone except me was staring at the sisters kissing each other. A few were doing more than just watching, however. In the chair next to mine, Valerie had spread her legs and pulled up her loose summer dress. She was caressing herself through her panties. My sister Jae had a hand between her legs as well, but she was wearing jeans and was sort of patting and squeezing her crotch. Maureen had pushed her hand all the way inside the top of her dress and apparently inside her bra, fondling her breast. Her daughter Reagan, in the little miniskirt, had her legs open, both hands rubbing her pussy through her panties. Next to Reagan, Tina was also starting to masturbate. She was wearing short-shorts, which were open, her hand shoved down inside.

It surprised me somewhat how quickly things were developing, but I was very glad to see it. That told me people were comfortable with the situation we’d arranged, relaxed enough to openly display their physical arousal.

Candice and Erica finally ended their long series of kisses. They turned toward the group, red in the face, smiling and wiping their mouths.

I decided to go next. “Um, just so everyone here will know, I want to tell you my secrets. The biggest one is that, well, that I have sex with my daughter Kerie. It started about, um, about three and a half months ago. At first it was just kissing, but then I encouraged her to start humping me, and pretty soon I had an orgasm that way. I came with my little girl humping me. After that, um, it was fingering next, and then oral sex. Now we do everything. My daughter is my lover. Oh, and my sister Jae too. That’s the other secret. All three of us have sex.”

“My god,” said Maureen, “how old is your little girl?”

“She’s 8.”

“Jesus.” Maureen’s hands slid down between her legs, pushing hard, rubbing her crotch through her silk dress.

Valerie cleared her throat. With a hand now inside her panties, she said, “I, uh, I haven’t really had sex with my daughters, not quite, and I’m not sure I ever will. But I have done secret things with them. I’ve masturbated in front of them, letting them watch me, and I’ve watched both of them masturbate too. I’ve also shot videos of them, uh, kissing and touching each other. That makes me so hot, seeing them together that way.”

“It makes me hot too, Mom,” said Tina. “I love doing that for you, turning you on.”

Reagan spoke up. “That’s sorta like what me and my mom do. Not exactly, but kind of. Um, see, a couple years ago, I started spying on my mom. She and my dad sleep in separate bedrooms, and, well, my dad is out a lot at night. He has all these meetings and stuff. And anyway, sometimes at night I would hear my mom in her bedroom, you know, like moaning and everything… so one time I went and stood outside her door. That first time I just listened, but then the next night I opened the door a crack so I could peek inside. There was a light on, and I could see everything. I watched my mom play with herself. She was naked on the bed, rubbing her hands all over her body. I watched her until she came. It was so hot, the hottest thing I’d ever seen in my whole life. I went back to my room and got in bed and rubbed my pussy, and oh my god, I came so hard. I was so totally turned on by that.”

The girl paused in her narrative, glancing around the room. She had both hands inside her panties, playing with herself. She smiled at us, then went on, “After that, the next time I went to spy on my mom, her door was already open partway. I didn’t even have to open it. It was like she wanted me to watch her.”

“I did,” said Maureen.

“I know,” Reagan grinned. “I know that now, but I didn’t know it then. So, um, after that, every time my dad was out at night, I’d get up and go watch my mom masturbate. Her door was always left open. But then, after a couple of weeks, I decided to try something else. One night instead of going to watch her, I stayed inside my own room. I laid on my bed, naked, with the door open, and played with myself. I was kind of being really loud and everything, on purpose. After a while, I heard some noise at the door. It was my mom. She was watching me. I kept my eyes closed, mostly, pretending I didn’t know she was there. But I knew that she knew, and she knew that I knew. We didn’t say anything, though. And then we just kept on doing that, sort of spying on each other, masturbating for each other.”

“Mmm, nice,” breathed Valerie. She drew her hand from her panties, bringing it to her mouth, fingers glistening with juices. She sucked the fingers, tasting herself, and said, “Tell us more.”

“Okay, um, we did that for, I don’t know, for maybe a year and a half, usually a couple of times a week, but we never said anything to each other at all. It wasn’t until Tina told me about Secrets Club, like, two or three weeks ago. That’s when I finally said something to my mom. I told her I really wanted to come here to the club, and I wanted her to come with me.”

“I didn’t want to at first,” said Maureen. “I refused. I was terrified. But Reagan kept insisting, and then Tina talked with me about it too, as did Valerie. Finally I decided to take a chance, to give Secrets Club a try. And I’m glad I did.”

By now Maureen had her dress pulled up almost to the waist. Her long legs were parted and she was rubbing herself through her satin panties. From where I was seated, across from her, I could easily see a dark wet spot beneath her fingers. It really turned me on, and I was almost ready to say something about it when Rose spoke.

“Did you, I mean, um, you said something earlier, Maureen. You said you did want her to see you, your daughter, is that what you meant?”

Rose had a hand between her legs, playing with herself over her clothing. She was wearing very tight shorts that day, so tight you could see the bulge of her labia. Her fingers rubbed and squeezed as she gazed wide-eyed at the other woman, waiting for an answer.

“Yeah,” Maureen nodded. “I, well, it’s sort of embarrassing to admit it, but that’s why we’re here, right? It’s true, I really was hoping that Reagan would come and find me. I wanted her to watch me masturbate. That, uh, that whole idea just excites me so much… and… and I’ll tell you something else. This is something no one knows. I’ve never told anyone, not even my daughter, until now. But, see, when I was a girl, I did that with my own mother. I watched her masturbate.”

She licked her lips, looking slowly around the room before continuing. “I’m not sure if she knew I was watching her or not. We never said anything about it. This went on for years, though, starting when I was even younger than Reagan is, only 11 or 12. My parents were divorced and it was just the two of us. She didn’t do it that often, not as often as I do, but maybe once a week or so, I could hear her in her room at night. At first I just listened, but then I got up and went to see.”

Maureen slipped a hand inside her panties, touching her pussy. She shuddered and moaned, then went on. “Her bedroom door was always open, and I could look inside. It was mostly dark, but I could see that she was naked. I could see her playing with her tits and rubbing her hands between her legs.”

“Goddamn, that’s hot,” said Rose. She suddenly stood and hurriedly unzipped her shorts, pushing them down below her knees along with her bikini panties. Then she sat down again on the sofa between Kerie and Melissa, giggling as she resumed masturbating.

“I loved that so much, watching my mom at night,” said Maureen. “I loved the sounds and the smells. I never masturbated while I was at her door, but after I went back to my room I did. I watched her so many times, so many times… I guess she must have known I was there. But anyway, when I had my own daughter and she got, you know, old enough, I couldn’t stop thinking about that, how exciting it was for me when I was a girl. And I wanted Reagan to experience the same thing.”

“So it goes down through the generations,” said Jae.

Maureen smiled. “Uh-huh, it does, it seems to.”

It was quiet in the room for a minute or so after that, nothing but heavy breathing and the squishy, slippery sound of fingers in wet pussies.

Then, looking at me, Brooke asked, “Can I, um, can I tell our secret next?”

“Of course you can,” I nodded. “Anyone can speak whenever they want to.”

Connie patted her daughter’s shoulder. “Go ahead, honey.”

The girl proceeded to tell us what she and her little sister Allison did: that they enjoyed putting on webcam shows, getting naked and exposing themselves to random viewers, whoever chose to watch. The girls would open their pussies for the camera, touching themselves and touching one another too. Both had masturbated to orgasm for the benefit of their online audience.

In response to a question from Erica, the sisters said they hadn’t licked each other yet, just fingering and kissing. But the most exciting thing about the story is that their mother would always watch the girls perform. Connie never went on camera, but she took off her clothes and observed from the side, masturbating as her 9-year-old and 12-year-old daughters did their alluring shows.

“I love that, I love that, I love that,” Valerie blurted, fingers moving very fast inside her panties, “I – I – uhnh – UNH!!”

She grunted loudly, almost doubling over from the waist as she reached climax. This was the first orgasm in the history of Secrets Club — but it certainly wouldn’t be the last.

Everyone watched silently, waiting for Valerie to finish. Many were also rubbing themselves, but no one else seemed ready to come just yet.

After perhaps half a minute of grunting and groaning and shuddering, Valerie let out a long, husky sigh, then sat up straight again in her chair. Still breathing heavily, she pushed her hair back from her face, wiping sweat from her brow. I could see gooey moisture gleaming on her fingers.

I hadn’t yet started to masturbate, thinking, I suppose, that as nominal leader of our meetings I should show more restraint. Now, however, I didn’t want to wait any longer. I opened my slacks and pushed a hand down inside my panties. My pussy was slippery with wetness.

Valerie grinned at me, nodding, but didn’t say anything.

Connie spoke up. “Maybe you girls should show them. Not just tell them about the sex shows you put on, but let everyone see the things you do with each other.”

Sitting on her lap, Allison turned to look up at her mother. “Really?”

“Sure,” Connie replied, before checking with me. “That is, of course, if it doesn’t break any rules of the club.”

“No, not at all,” I said, as I massaged my swollen clit. “Anything they want to do, or anything anyone wants to do, it’s perfectly fine.”

 

And that’s how our club meetings evolved from simply relating stories and sharing secrets to becoming an actual show and tell — first the tell, and then the show, or sometimes both at once.

On that afternoon, the demonstrations began with Brooke and Allison taking off their clothes for us, then fingering and kissing each other while we watched — and not only watched, of course, but masturbated. By then, almost everyone was playing with themselves, even the littlest girls.

I lost track of how many reached orgasm during the impromptu sex show put on by the young sisters, but it was a lot. Their mother, Connie, came, and I came, as did Valerie again. I’m almost certain Jae came too, and I think both Maureen and Rose did as well. It’s likely there were several others, but my memory is kind of fuzzy. Let’s just say there was plenty of gasping and groaning and squealing, the room filling with the pungent aroma of pussy, of feminine climax.

After that, we took a short break. Valerie and her daughters served drinks to anyone who wanted them, and snacks were offered. We relaxed and chatted for a few minutes until Maureen brought up the subject of the taboo video recordings that Valerie had made of her daughters. After a few minutes’ discussion, it was decided we should watch some of those.

Because there was no TV on the lower level, we all trooped up to the parlor on the second floor. With sixteen of us, it was a bit of a crowd, but no one seemed to mind being crammed in together, women and girls seated two deep on the sofa and in the pair of chairs in the room, the rest on the carpeted floor.

Valerie put in a disk and started it up. The big screen on the wall came alive with an image of Tina and her little sister Becky lying nude on Valerie’s bed, facing one another. They smiled at the lens, then began to kiss and caress. As the camera moved in, we saw the girls using their tongues, kissing wetly. Soon the view panned down to show us their hands working between each other’s legs. Gradually it eased forward, closer and closer, until we could see their juices gleaming on slippery fingers.

Around this time, I heard someone start to come. I’m not really sure who it was, since it took place behind me. I was sitting on the floor in front of the sofa, holding Kerie on my lap. My legs were apart and she was sliding her little bum up and down, rubbing against my groin through my slacks. Needless to say, this was fairly distracting. Between that and the super sexy video we were enjoying, I wasn’t paying too much attention to who else around us was masturbating and who came when. It may even have been one of the women or girls fingering another and bringing her to orgasm. That’s certainly possible.

At any rate, I was getting very turned on. It was so hot to watch Tina and her sister playing with each other’s wet pussies as they kissed — especially with all the other moms and daughters and sisters in the room with us watching at the same time. That made it extra exciting.

“Don’t stop, baby, don’t stop,” I whispered in Kerie’s ear. I also put a hand between my daughter’s legs. She was wearing a very short flippy skirt and cotton undies. I pressed my fingers in, rubbing her mound through the soft fabric of her panties.

“Mommy, Mommy, Mommy,” sighed Kerie as she moved faster up and down, stimulating my clit.

All around me, I heard the sounds of climaxes, one after another — ecstatic cries, breathless gasps, guttural moans. Closing my eyes, I listened to the squishy plopping of fingers fucking cunts, and inhaled the intoxicating smell of juicy pussies.

“Kerie, Kerie! Oh god yes!!”

I came suddenly, unexpectedly, with my daughter humping me. It was pretty amazing that she could bring me that way, simply rubbing her bottom against my slacks, but she did.

When I finally began to recover from the delicious orgasm, I realized that the image on the screen had changed. We were watching a different video now… and I was in it!

This was the one Valerie had made of me and Tina making love. Kerie hadn’t viewed it before, and was obviously riveted by what she was seeing. Wanting to give my 8-year-old the same kind of pleasure she had given me, I slipped my fingers inside her undies, loving the feel of her smooth, soft mound.

She leaned back, head resting between my breasts, sighing contentedly. Sliding my other hand up under her shirt, I played with my daughter’s nipples and kissed the top of her head as I fondled her hairless pussy. Kerie stared at the big screen, watching a pornographic video of her mother having sex with a teenage girl, and within only a minute or two, she reached climax.

 

That was as far as things went during our third Secrets Club meeting. A lot of masturbation and plenty of orgasms, along with some kissing — and I’m pretty sure I wasn’t the only one who fingered another girl’s or woman’s pussy — but there was no oral sex or tribbing or anything like that. Our group wasn’t quite ready yet for an all-out lesbian orgy.

However, at the next meeting…

Continue on to Chapter 25