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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

Secrets, Chapter 23

  • Posted on December 9, 2016 at 2:37 pm

By Naughty Mommy

In the morning, I gradually came awake, with the tempting aroma of coffee calling me, beckoning me. The siren song was irresistible. But I wasn’t at home, in my own bed… so where was I? Then I remembered, and smiled to myself as I recalled the exciting events of the day and night before.

Tina was fast asleep beside me, turned away, snoring softly. A clock radio by the bed said it was just past 8:00. I quietly pulled on my shorts and my silk top, leaving both panties and bra behind, then left the room and went downstairs to the kitchen, barefoot.

Valerie was the only one up. She looked amazing, like a movie star — wearing high heels and a swishy skirt, with her hair done and her makeup beautiful applied — I don’t know where she found the energy.

“Good morning,” the brunette beamed. “Did you sleep well?”

I gave her a hug and kissed her cheek. “Yes, I did. Thank you.”

“Want some coffee?”

“Oh my god, do I ever.”

“All right,” Valerie chuckled, pouring me a cup.

I took it gratefully, and sipped. It was heavenly.

We sat and chatted for a half hour or so, drinking coffee, reviewing our plans for the coming weekend, the first meeting of our little club. I found it very easy to talk with Valerie, as if she and I had been friends all our lives. It seemed true what she’d said, that we were destined by fate to be close.

After a while, Tina came down, looking young and fresh. She’d taken a quick shower. Her hair was still damp and she wore no makeup. The pretty teenager was dressed in bikini panties and a little crop top but nothing else.

I devoured the girl with my eyes, having to restrain myself from throwing her on the butcher block counter and ravishing her. It’s likely neither she nor her mother would have minded if I had done that, but for whatever reason I didn’t.

The two younger kids joined us a short time later. They were wide awake and chattering nonstop like the little girls they were. I noticed, however, that Becky was looking at me in a different way. Her gaze now held a curious, even carnal interest. I could tell she’d heard a lot from Kerie the night before about the things my daughter and I would do in bed.

Breakfast was scrambled eggs Santa Fe style, along with Chorizo sausage and rye toast. It was incredibly delicious, of course. If Valerie cooked for me all the time, I’d weigh 300 pounds. Good thing she doesn’t!

We left fairly early, around 11:00, after helping with the cleanup. I had chores to do at home, and I also wanted to start figuring out exactly how and when I would talk with Jae and with Rose about my ideas for the club.

As we drove, I asked Kerie, “So, how late did you guys stay up last night?”

“Um, pretty late. Not until midnight, though. Not quite, but almost. I got too sleepy.”

“Okay. And what did you talk about?”

“Lotsa stuff. You know, about school and our friends. People we like and don’t like.” With a laugh, she said, “Becky’s funny. She told me all about this teacher she hates, Mr. Ainsley, how stupid he is and stuff. She calls him Mr. Ass-ly. She’s funny.”

I pulled into the driveway, smiling at that, and turned off the engine. “Come on, let’s go inside and you can tell me more.”

We settled on the couch, and I asked for the details. Kerie said that before the girls got in bed, they’d played with dolls for a while and then Becky asked her if she liked playing games, if she wanted to play Clue or maybe Candy Land.

“That’s when I told her all about us, about our secrets. I told her I like playing games with you, only not those kinds of games. Well, sometimes we do play those kinds of games, but that’s not what I meant then.”

I patted her knee. “Yes, I know, I understand. Go on.”

“I told her that I always sleep with you, in the same bed, and that we like to kiss and stuff.”

“What did she think about that?”

Kerie shrugged. “I don’t know. She didn’t say anything about it.”

“Okay. What else did you tell her?”

“Um, I told her that we started playing a game a while ago where I get on top of you and rub on you and stuff until you get an orgasm. And then I told her you showed me how to masturbate and tried to teach me, but I said I wasn’t very good at it yet. Then she said she knows how, and she showed me.”

“She showed you?”

“Uh-huh. She does it kinda different from you, though. She doesn’t really touch, you know, her boobies or anything. She just, like, tickles herself, tickles her pussy.”

“And she showed you this?”

I was getting very turned on as I imagined the scene. There’s something about little girls in bed together talking about sex that just drives me wild. I opened my shorts and slid my hand inside my panties.

Kerie smiled as she watched me starting to masturbate.

“Go on,” I urged. “Tell me more. I want to hear all about this.”

“Okay. Um, we got on the bed and Becky pushed down her panties. She was sitting, kind of leaning against a pillow, and she just used one finger to tickle herself.”

“Uh-huh.” I was using more than one finger to tickle myself.

“I asked her how long did it take, and she said she didn’t know, maybe a few minutes or something. So I just watched her and she tickled herself. She didn’t say anything, just kept tickling with one finger. Except then she kinda spread her pussy open and looked down inside, you know, at her vagina.”

“At her vagina? Mmmm… could you tell if she was wet?”

“Yeah, she was,” my daughter nodded.

“Nice.”

“So, um, she looked at herself, then put her finger down inside, this one.” Kerie held up the middle finger of her right hand. “And she rubbed it there for a minute, in her vagina, then started tickling herself again, you know, her clit.”

“Uh-huh. Go on.”

“Well, then pretty soon she started getting sorta jumpy, like breathing fast and shaking and stuff.”

“Like she was gonna come?”

“Yeah, and right after that she did come. It was fun watching her.”

“I’ll bet it was,” I said. “Did it make you want to touch yourself too?”

“No, not really. But it gave me another idea.”

“Oh, yeah? What was that?”

Kerie grinned. “I asked Becky if I could tickle her that way, only not with my finger — with my tongue.”

“Omigod, you did??”

“Uh-huh. She didn’t know what I meant at first, and I said it’s called oral sex. Then she said she knows about oral sex. She’s watched it, you know, on her computer. But she’d never done it with anyone. So I asked if I could try it on her and she said okay.”

“My god.”

I was rubbing my clit very fast. It felt swollen and hard under my fingers. I was almost ready to come, but wanted to hold off so I could hear more of the story.

“Did you lick her?” I asked, breathlessly. “Did you lick Becky’s pussy?”

“Uh-huh. And you know what?”

“What?”

“It happened faster this time. Faster, I mean, than when she was just tickling herself. After I started licking her, she got really jumpy again like right away, right at the start. She was kind of shaking and moving around, making all these huffing and puffing sounds, and then she got an orgasm.”

“Ohh, fuck!!”

I climaxed. I’d tried to wait, but this was too much. Hearing about my 8-year-old daughter licking a 10-year-old’s pussy and making her come was more than I could stand.  Unfortunately I hadn’t thought ahead this time and ended up flooding my shorts and panties along with my fingers. That didn’t matter much, though, since it was laundry day anyway.

As I began to recover from the powerful orgasm — my eyes still closed, catching my breath, residual spasms making me shudder — I felt Kerie’s mouth on mine, kissing me, tongue licking at my lips. She was pressing her small body eagerly against me, rubbing up and down.

I opened my eyes, smiling at my little girl. Kerie had a wild look on her face. My daughter wanted sex. With me.

“Come on,” I said, “let’s go in the bedroom.”

“Okay.”

We practically ran down the hall, threw off all our clothes, and jumped on the bed.

The first thing I had to have was a taste of her slit. I pushed Kerie down, spreading her slim legs. But before I started eating her, I asked, “Is there more? Did you do more with Becky?”

“Uh-huh,” she nodded.

“Tell me,” I urged. “Tell me what else you did.” Then I put my mouth over her beautiful pink pussy, kissing and sucking and licking.

“Okay, um,” she began, in an unsteady, high-pitched voice. “We, um, after that, I said I wanted to show her how… how I play that game… with you, and… and… mmmm Mommy Mommy, I — UNHH!!”

If Becky had come quickly the night before, Kerie came even more quickly now. I’d been licking her for no more than thirty seconds when suddenly she climaxed. She must have been primed from telling me her story and watching me masturbate.

Kerie squealed as she came, but I didn’t let her go. With my arms wrapped tightly around her thin thighs, I pressed my mouth against my little girl’s sex, driving my tongue inside her sweet vagina, then sucking her clit again until she came a second time and a third time.

Finally I pulled away, licking my lips, relishing the taste. Eating my daughter’s pussy is such a thrill. It never gets old. I gazed at her, lying on the bed with her legs spread wide, gasping for air, chest and cheeks flushed red.

I lay close to Kerie, waiting for her to recover, petting and soothing her. After she’d calmed down a bit, I whispered in her ear, “Did you fuck Becky last night in her bed? Did you get on top of her and fuck her the way you fuck me?”

“Uh-huh.” She turned toward me, nodding and smiling, blue eyes bright with excitement. “I did. I fucked Becky.”

“Will you show me how?”

“Okay,” she giggled.

My daughter climbed on top of me. Although I was still a little sore from my marathon with Tina, I was so turned on by everything I’d heard that I simply had to have more.

“I didn’t know if I could do it with her like I do with you,” Kerie said, as she positioned herself. “I mean, it doesn’t really work that good with Melissa. It’s not the same. But you know what?”

“What?”

“With Becky it did work. She’s kinda like soft and puffy and warm. And she was all slippery and gooey too, after I licked her, so it felt really nice. I told her you and me have been doing that for a while now, fucking. I told her you said it’s okay if we call it fucking.”

“Yes, it is,” I nodded. “I like it when you say that.”

“I told Becky she should put her legs around me like you do sometimes, you know, kind of pulling me close, and she did. Then I fucked her.”

As Kerie was explaining all this, she was acting it out at the same time, rubbing her little pussy on my sex.

“You fucked her?” I said, as I wrapped my legs around my little girl, pulling her against me. “You fucked Becky? Did she come?”

“No. She didn’t, but I did.”

“You came on her?”

“Uh-huh, it felt great.”

“I want you to come on me now, okay? I want you to come on Mommy. Fuck Mommy and come on Mommy’s pussy!”

“Yeah, I want to, I want to.” She was moving very quickly now, up and down, up and down. “I love to fuck you, Mommy! I love fucking you!”

Kerie humped me harder and harder, faster and faster — and then she came.

I didn’t climax that time, but I didn’t care. Having my daughter come on top of me was almost as good as experiencing my own orgasm. I held her close and watched her face, felt the ecstatic movements of her slender body, sensed the heat of her pussy pressing against my center. What could possibly be better?

After she finished, we rested a minute or so, then I softly asked if there was anything more to tell. There was.

Kerie had licked Becky a second time, giving her another orgasm, and Becky had licked her too. They’d even tried a ’69’, using their fingers as well as their tongues. Those little girls had quite a fun time during the sleepover.

“She wanted to try doing it on me after that. You know, the game,” Kerie said, “fucking me. But it didn’t work as good for her. So then she just masturbated again while I watched. Then I got too sleepy. We turned out the light and that was all.”

“Mmm, very nice,” I whispered, giving her a kiss. “Thank you so much for telling me about it.”

“You’re welcome,” she yawned.

“I really need to get up now, honey, and get some chores done. But if you want to stay here and take a little nap, you can, all right?”

“Okay.”

I tucked her in bed, tenderly kissing her cheek. Kerie was used to having sex just about every evening, but staying up until nearly midnight was not the norm for her. She fell asleep almost instantly.

 

The next week went by in a flurry of plans and conversations. I spoke daily with Valerie on the phone to make sure everything was coming together for our Saturday meeting. Tina and I found a couple of chances to talk briefly about it at school as well, though we were careful to use impromptu code words so no one could gather a hint of the truth.

When I told Jae what I was working on, she was absolutely thrilled with the idea, as I knew she would be. She insisted that we tell Rose about it together, and I agreed.  After dinner on Tuesday, we met with Rose at her house. She served coffee and cookies in the kitchen nook while the girls — Kerie and Melissa and Emily — frolicked outside in the swimming pool. It was a warm June evening, still above 80 degrees.

“So, we’ll tell all our secrets?” Rose grinned, her cute dimples showing, eyebrows wagging.

“That’s the idea,” I nodded. “I just think, you know, it can be nice to sort of let things out, with people you trust. That’s how this all got started, about a month ago when I told Jae about… well, when I told her a pretty big secret I was keeping. I’ll tell you about that now too, if you want, or we can wait until Saturday, for our first meeting.”

“Shelly has a friend,” said Jae, “a woman named Valerie, and she’s got some pretty interesting secrets too that she’s willing to share with us. It’s her house we’ll be using. That’s where we’ll meet. Valerie has two daughters. Right, Shelly?”

“Uh-huh. They’re, um, 15 and 10 years old. Tina and Becky.”

“Secrets…” Rose murmured, as she looked toward the backyard.

Through the sliding glass doors, we could see 13-year-old Emily, who’d just climbed out of the pool, walking slowly toward a lounge chair while squeezing water from her long auburn hair. The girl’s tiny yellow bikini, soaking wet, hid practically nothing. Her erect nipples poked through the top. Even their color was partially visible.

As she picked up a towel and started to dry herself, Emily glanced up and found all three women staring at her. She smiled.

In a quiet voice, Rose said, “I’ve told Jae, and I imagine she’s told you, Shelly, that I, uh… that I’ve been teaching my daughter Emily how to kiss.”

“Yes,” I confirmed. “Jae did tell me that. Although, to be honest, I’d heard about it earlier from Kerie, through Melissa and Emily.”

“Really?” Rose giggled, turning to me.

I shrugged. “You know how kids are. That’s another reason I think this club is a good idea, in a way. It’ll give them, our children, a safe place to tell their secrets and to hear stuff from others. Maybe then, hopefully, they’ll be less likely to tell those things to people they shouldn’t tell.”

Rose nodded. “Maybe you’re right.”

We were quiet for a few moments, our gaze turning again to Emily, who was still drying herself while facing toward the glass doors. Finally, Jae said, “There’s a lot of things we can tell you about, Rose, stuff about me and Shelly too, things she and I have done together.”

“I kind of suspected that,” the woman grinned. “You two don’t hide it very well.”

“Oops,” I blushed.

I didn’t really mind, of course, if Rose had guessed that Jae and I were lovers. That’s what this was all about, telling the truth.

After clearing my throat, I said, “If you think it’s best, we can tell you everything now, all of it, so there won’t be any shocking surprises when we meet this weekend. And we’ll tell your girls too — although they already know a lot of it.”

“They do?” said Rose.

“Well,” I chuckled, “as I said, kids aren’t very good at keeping secrets. I’ve tried my best, but… Melissa and Emily both know about some of the sexual things Kerie and I do together.”

Rose’s eyes went wide. “You and Kerie??”

“Mm-hm,” I nodded, but didn’t add anything else.

After looking at me for a moment, searching my face, the woman smiled, “So, the first meeting of the Secrets Club is Saturday night, huh? I wouldn’t miss that for anything.”

Continue on to Chapter 24

Secrets, Chapter 22

  • Posted on December 3, 2016 at 2:18 pm

By Naughty Mommy

“Tina, I need to tell you about something,” said Valerie.

We were in the modern kitchen of their restored Victorian home. Tina was watching over a half dozen wieners, poaching in a pot on the stove. Valerie was preparing celery sticks. I was peeling oranges and separating them into slices. We’d decided to add some sides that would make our dinner at least halfway healthy. Waiting in the freezer for dessert were two quarts of Baskin-Robbins Mint Chocolate Chip.

“While you kids were working on the tire swing this afternoon,” Valerie continued, “Shelly and I were doing some work too, making plans. They concern you, and your sister as well.”

“Okay,” said Tina, as she opened a package of hot dog buns. The younger girls were in the living room, trying various outfits on Becky’s huge collection of Barbies.

“It’s about secrets, about sharing secrets,” said Valerie. “Shelly has this idea for a club, and I think it’s a good one. Women and girls, people we can trust, will get together once a month and we’ll all share our secrets with each other, our most private secrets. The inaugural meeting is tentatively planned for next weekend, here.”

The pretty teen smiled at her mom. “That sounds cool. Who’s gonna be invited?”

I answered, “Well, the first time it’ll be just our two families, plus my sister Jae, along with another family we know, the Beddingdons, a divorced mom with two daughters. That’s the plan, anyway. I haven’t told any of them about this yet. I only had the idea last night. I think they’ll like it, though.”

“But then after that, after the first meeting, maybe we can invite more people?” asked Tina.

“Sure, probably,” I nodded, “though of course we’ll have to be very careful that we’re sure we can trust them. If we’re really going to tell each other all our secrets, that’ll be super important.”

“Did you have someone in mind?” Valerie asked her daughter.

“Yeah, I might,” Tina winked. “There’s this one girl at school I sorta have a feeling about, like maybe she’s keeping some big secrets. You know her, Shelly. Reagan McCormick?”

“Reagan? Really??” My eyebrows shot up. I knew her, all right. Reagan was a junior, on the honor roll, very pretty, but also seemingly straight-laced, from a well-to-do but conservative family. Her father was a judge. What naughty secrets could that girl have to hide?

“Let’s not get ahead of ourselves yet,” said Valerie. “We can talk about others to invite after we’ve had our first meeting next weekend. We’ll need to make sure everything goes well then. The thing is, there will be several young girls there, including your sister Becky. Some of what those kids are going to hear might surprise them. That’s why I wanted to talk with you about this, Tina. Shelly already knows our secrets, of course. We’ve shared them with her, but…”

I jumped in. “I told your mom this afternoon about me and you, Tina, what we did together, and I also told her about me and Kerie, all the things I’ve done with her. She knows everything.”

Now Tina’s eyes went wide. She looked at me, then at her mother, as if worried there might be trouble.

Valerie smiled. “It’s all right, everything’s fine. I understand what happened between the two of you and I have no problem with that. It’s fine. You have my blessing. As for what’s going on between Shelly and her beautiful daughter — well, that’s exactly why we want to start this club, so women and girls can share those kinds of special secrets with each other. Shelly thinks there could be other moms and daughters, or maybe sisters, who are doing similar things. Possibly even lots of them.”

“I already know a couple other families I’m dying to invite,” I said. “But your mom is right. First we have to make sure we get off to a good start, with our opening meeting. After that we can talk about expanding the club.”

“What I’m concerned about now,” said Valerie to Tina, “is your sister. I don’t want to surprise her next weekend with all of this. She’ll be hearing enough new things from the other family, the Beddingdons. I want her already to know about us, about me and you, the things we’ve done, and also perhaps about Shelly and Kerie. Don’t you think that’s a good idea?”

“Yeah, I do,” Tina nodded. “You’re right, we should make sure to tell her in advance about at least some of it.”

Something occurred to me. “You know, since they’re having their sleepover tonight, this might be a perfect opportunity for Kerie to let Becky know about all the things she and I do together. It might actually be easier for Becky if she hears it from Kerie. What do you think?”

They both liked the sound of that idea.

“And at some point during the week,” Valerie said, “we’ll find a way to let her know about the rest of it — about you and me watching videos together and masturbating, and making our own videos too. I suppose that’ll make a good beginning for her sex education.”

“I don’t know, Mom,” said Tina. “We haven’t really talked about it much, but I wouldn’t be surprised if Becky already knows a whole lot about sex. Kids grow up fast these days, with the Internet and everything.”

Valerie smiled ruefully. “You might be right. We’ll see, I guess.”

By then, everything was ready. We set the table, called the little girls, and sat down to enjoy our gourmet meal of hot dogs and ice cream.

 

After dinner, and a quick cleanup, we assembled in the parlor on the second floor to watch Disney’s Beauty and the Beast, which everyone loved. Then it was time for bed.

As we started getting up from our comfy seats on the sofa, Valerie said, “Tina, why don’t you and Becky go down and bring up the clean clothes from the dryer, okay? That way, Kerie will have her things to put on in the morning.”

“Okay.”

Sitting down again, I took my daughter onto my lap. This seemed liked a good time to talk to her. While Valerie was removing the DVD from the player, I said to Kerie, “Honey, you like Becky a lot, don’t you?”

“Uh-huh. She’s my friend.”

“That’s right, she’s a good friend. In fact, I think she’s such a good friend that it might be a nice idea if you told her some of our secrets tonight.”

“Our secrets?”

“Yes, you know, about the special games we play with each other. The things we’re not supposed to tell anyone about. I want you to tell Becky, if you want to. You can tell her about kissing and, well… everything.”

“Everything?”

“Uh-huh, that’s right.”

A big smile lit up my daughter’s face. “It’ll be fun telling her that. And can I show her too? Like I showed Melissa?”

I looked up at Valerie, who was listening to our conversation. “Is that okay with you? If the girls sort of, you know, experiment with things?”

The woman hesitated. I couldn’t tell if she was apprehensive about what I’d asked, or maybe turned on by it. Possibly it was both. She took a deep breath before replying, licked her lips, then said, “Yes, if the two of them want to play with each other, that’s fine with me. They can do anything they want.”

“Yay!” Kerie bounced happily on my lap.

Tina and Becky returned, arms full of clean laundry. Valerie took the towels and set them down. We escorted the younger girls to Becky’s room, encouraging them not to stay up too late — a request we knew very well would be ignored.

Upon closing the door, Valerie took my hand and Tina’s too. With a smile, she kissed our cheeks, then led us back to the parlor, a few steps away.

“I was wondering, Shelly, if you might like to watch some of our home movies tonight,” the woman said, with a wink.

“Ooh, yeah,” Tina giggled. “That’d be awesome.”

“Home movies, huh?” I leered. “Okay, sure, that sounds good.”

After spreading the freshly laundered towels on the sofa, Valerie turned the TV back on, selected an unmarked DVD case, and started up the player.

There was no door to the parlor, I noted. It was open to the hall. If the little girls happened to leave Becky’s room and come our way, they would be able to see everything — not only what we were watching on the screen, but whatever we might be doing as well. Evidently this wasn’t a problem for Valerie. She appeared ready to share all their secrets.

The video began. It opened with a shot of Tina in a transparent cream-colored negligee, standing beside a bed. She wore nothing underneath. I could clearly see her pert nipples and her shaved slit. The teenager posed for the camera, making eyes. I heard a woman’s voice, Valerie’s, of course, urging her on.

The scene dissolved to a shot of Valerie adorned in a sheer black bra along with black stockings and a garter belt, with no undies. Her dark pubic hair was closely trimmed, but not shaved. She was standing by the same bed, wearing spike heels, posing and leering, licking her lips and rubbing her hands up and down her shapely body.

“Wow,” I murmured, crossing my legs and squeezing my thighs together.

I was on the sofa, seated between Valerie and her daughter. The girl already had a hand inside her shorts, playing with herself. Valerie had her loose summer dress hiked up and was rubbing her pussy through her satin panties. I hadn’t started to masturbate yet, not because I didn’t want to, but simply because I was too engrossed in what I was watching.

The video shifted back and forth between the two sexy females, showing off, stripping and touching themselves. Soon they were lying on the bed, on their backs with legs spread apart, both nearly naked. It was extremely hot to see — and the fact that they were mother and daughter made it even hotter. I unbuttoned my shorts and slid a hand inside my panties, massaging my slippery wet sex.

When the screen presented a close-up of Valerie’s juicy pussy, fingers holding it open for the camera, I heard a cry. Tina was coming next to me. Valerie followed not far behind. I glanced at each of them, but kept most of my attention on the video as I continued masturbating.

The climax, so to speak, was a split-screen of Valerie and Tina, showing the pair on the bed. These were separate shots, obviously, but edited to make it look almost as if the two of them were together, side by side. Valerie is definitely skilled, I thought to myself… but my admiration soon gave way to pure, unbridled lust.

As I saw the images and listened to the sounds of their recorded orgasms — mother and daughter bringing themselves for each other — and when at the same time, I heard and smelled their real-time, in-the-flesh orgasms — both were coming again, loudly and wetly — that put me over the top. I groaned, my eyes squeezing shut as the pulsing, heated ecstasy exploded from my center, carrying me away.

It was a good thing Valerie laid those towels on the sofa. She and Tina each had made a lovely mess of themselves, gooey, fragrant juices coating their hands and fingers. But I’d easily outdone them.

Although I never really squirted, I was certainly capable of gushing, as I had this time. The folded towel beneath me was soaked. In preparation for that possibility, I’d pushed my shorts and panties down to my ankles, so at least my clothing was spared. Thank goodness for foresight.

The video had ended. The screen was blank. Licking our fingers, we smiled at each other, sharing the pleasurable languor that follows a strong orgasm.

After we’d caught our breath, Valerie said, “Let’s go upstairs to my room, okay?”

“Okay,” I nodded.

I don’t know whether either Becky or Kerie had heard us when we came, though our climaxes were pretty loud. I never asked them about that, and they hadn’t left the bedroom, as far as I knew. They may have been oblivious to what was going on just down the hall.

At any rate, after we cleaned ourselves up with the towels, I pulled up my shorts, Valerie retrieved the DVD and put it back in its case, and we headed up the stairs to the master suite on the third floor.

“I have a favor to ask,” said the woman, as she closed the bedroom door behind us. “I’d like to make another video, but this time with the two of you together. Would that be all right?”

Tina and I looked at each other, then at Valerie.

“Together?” Tina asked.

“Yes, both of you, making love. I’d like to see that, very much — but I’d also like to shoot it, so I can watch it again whenever I want. I’ll make copies for both of you, of course, if you want them.”

I didn’t know what to say. It had never occurred to me that someone might actually want to make a movie of me having sex. For one thing, I didn’t look very much like a porn star. And for another thing, well, I’d just never thought of it. Perhaps I should have, knowing Valerie’s interest in this unusual hobby, but sometimes I can be sort of clueless.

“It’s cool with me,” said Tina. “But, Shelly, are you okay with it?”

“You can say no, if you don’t want to,” Valerie rushed to assure me. “There’ll be no hard feelings, I promise. It’s completely up to you.”

“No, I, I don’t mind doing it. It’s just, I, you know, I never thought anyone would think I was sexy enough.”

“You?” Valerie smiled. “Oh my, you’re just gorgeous, so lush and womanly, so fresh and innocent and seductive, all at once. You are incredibly sexy, Shelly.”

“I am?”

“Yeah, you are,” Tina agreed. “I think you’re totally hot. I told you that before.”

“Well, okay. I’m sorry, I don’t mean to be fishing for compliments. That’s not very… but anyway, all right, if you want to, I’m up for it.”

Valerie asked us to put on some lingerie she had chosen, and then over the next hour or so, she shot a video of her teenage daughter and me making love. I’m not entirely sure how long it really was, because I sort of lost track of time.

At first, of course, I was nervous and self-conscious. But as I gave in to the delights of licking pussy and having my pussy licked, of kissing and caressing, of humping and grinding, of nipple-sucking and finger-fucking — and especially as I let myself feel the exotic thrill of having sex on camera with a 15-year-old girl while her mother was recording it — all my doubts and insecurities seemed to fade away. My inhibitions vanished.

Now I was a porn star, and so was Tina.

We opened ourselves all the way up for the camera, both figuratively and literally, spreading our cunts and asses with our fingers, really showing off. We talked dirty, as dirty as we knew how, and did everything with each other that could possibly be done. We fucked on camera, fucking each other hard, coming again and again.

About halfway through (I think it was halfway, but that’s only a guess), Valerie suddenly said, “Wait, just — hold — hold on a sec.”

She set the video camera on the bed, tugged up her dress, and shoved her hand inside her panties. With her eyes closed, the woman frantically diddled herself, and within what seemed only seconds she was climaxing, gasping and groaning. After another few seconds to regain her composure, she let her dress fall into place again, picked up the camera, and told us to resume.

I thought for a moment then about asking Valerie to join us, and I think it’s possible Tina was having the same thoughts, but neither of us said anything. There seemed to be an unspoken message from Valerie that she wanted to watch, that she loved to watch, but that she wasn’t ready yet to participate.

So, we went on. I fucked the girl and she fucked me, in every orifice. I came on her face, in her mouth, on her pussy, and with her fingers shoved inside me. I came so many times it’s impossible to count, and so did Tina. It was marathon of juicy lesbian sex.

At last, we were both exhausted. We collapsed side by side on the bed, panting, saying we simply couldn’t go on.

As we lay there, Valerie suddenly put the camera down again and hurriedly stripped off all her clothes. Naked, she climbed up on the bed, standing over us. She placed her feet on either side of our heads. Her daughter and I were looking up at the woman’s pussy. With her hands, Valerie spread herself wide open, showing us her cunt, talking very dirty, then slowly pushed two fingers deep inside. She started fucking herself, harder and harder, faster and faster — and then she did squirt!

A spray of pussy juice splashed down on Tina and me, on our faces. Then it happened again. Valerie kept fucking herself, and three more times she came very hard and very loudly, spraying us each time with her tasty juices.

Finally she was done. Trembling, unsteady, she stepped to one side, then knelt on the bed, both hands clasped between her legs. Her eyes were tightly shut, face almost beet red. She coughed and choked, gasping for air.

“Are you all right, Mom?” asked Tina.

“Yeah, I’m… I’m… I’m great,” the woman managed to say between ragged breaths.

I was amazed by what I’d seen, and felt privileged to have been there. That was, in fact, the closest Valerie has ever come to actually having sex with Tina. Although they’ve masturbated together many, many times, that’s as far as Valerie is willing to go, at least to this point. Tina would welcome the chance for more, and has openly told her mother that, but Valerie still isn’t ready. Maybe someday she will be.

I did stay over that night, but not in Valerie’s room. Instead I slept with Tina, in her bed. She and I were both so wiped out from our raunchy exhibition, however, that we didn’t have sex again. We talked for a few minutes, kissed a little, then drifted off.

Continue on to Chapter 23

Secrets, Chapter 21

  • Posted on November 28, 2016 at 12:05 pm

By Naughty Mommy

At a few minutes after 10:00, we walked up the steps of the beautiful Victorian home where Valerie and her family lived. The day was warm and sunny, as befits the first weekend in June. I found I was already starting to sweat as I mentally reviewed the words I would use to admit the shameful things I’d done.

“Good morning!” Tina beamed, as she drew open the front door. “Come in!”

Because the aim of our visit this time was not titillation or seduction, but honesty, I’d decided to tone down the way Kerie and I were dressed. I wore knee-length khaki shorts, leather sandals, and an aqua blue silk shell, while my daughter was in her standard t-shirt, sneakers, and elastic-waist shorts. Her blonde hair was in a ponytail, tied with a red ribbon.

Tina was in shorts as well, though hers were considerably shorter than ours. She was barefoot, obviously braless, and the loose tank top she wore hung down far enough to conceal everything else — making it appear at first as if she had nothing on but the tank. I made an effort to hide my startled reaction.

After kissing my cheek in greeting, the girl bent over to give Kerie a hug. That’s when I caught a glimpse of the tiny shorts she wore, which covered maybe half of her lovely rear end. Yummy.

Something else was equally yummy. Along with Tina’s flowery perfume, I caught the mouthwatering scent of onions, basil, and parmesan cheese. We’d eaten nothing yet that day, and I was definitely feeling hungry.

I inhaled deeply. “Wow. That smells so good.”

“It’s a frittata,” Tina smiled. “Come on.”

Taking Kerie by the hand, she led the way back through the house to the kitchen. I was happy to follow, enjoying a delicious view of the teen’s perfect legs, butt cheeks sometimes peeking out from under the long top.

Breakfast was absolutely scrumptious. In addition to the frittata, Valerie served homemade pastries in a choice of apricot, cinnamon, or chocolate. I know I’ve said before that I’m trying hard to watch my weight, but I just couldn’t help it — I had to sample one of each. Diet and exercise, I promised myself, would begin the next day.

We also had both mimosas and lattes. It was like brunch at a five-star restaurant. By the time I’d finished stuffing my belly, I’d almost forgotten the reason we were there. It wasn’t only for pleasure. I had an important job to do.

I offered to help with the dishes, but Valerie waved me off. “No, no, don’t worry, the girls will take care of that. You and I have things to talk about.”

As Tina, Becky, and Kerie began clearing the table, Valerie escorted me to the living room. We sat on the sofa, but then she said, “Hm, is this private enough for what you have to say? We can go upstairs if you prefer, or — I know, let’s do this.”

Getting up again, she took my hand and we went out a side door onto the veranda, which wrapped all the way around the house. We headed toward the backyard. In the center of the beautifully manicured lawn and garden was a gazebo. That’s where we settled.

Birds sang. Bees buzzed. The fragrant aroma from a profusion of flowers filled my nostrils. What a beautiful day it was. Now if only I could stop from feeling so jittery. I took a long, deep breath and slowly let it out, trying to find some calm.

Valerie patted my hand. “All right, dear. I’m very sorry I couldn’t see you sooner. But here we are now. Please, tell me what’s on your mind.’

“Well…” I began.

My mouth was dry. I swallowed, took another deep breath, then another. My heart was pounding in my chest. How do you go about telling someone you’ve seduced their underage daughter? Probably best just to say it.

“I need to tell you what happened. I, um, I honestly didn’t mean any harm, but I, well, I took Tina to a hotel, and we… I had sex with her.”

The woman smiled and nodded. “I know,” she said softly, patting my hand again. “It’s all right.”

“What? You know??”

“Yes, of course I do. Well, I didn’t know about the hotel or the details, but it was clear to me about you and Tina. I could tell. And it’s all right, I understand.”

“You understand?”

I felt like an imbecile, unable to respond with anything but stupid questions. Her reaction had me flummoxed.

“As I told you before, that night when you were here for dinner,” Valerie continued, “it’s perfectly normal for women to be drawn to desirable young girls. I think we all are at times. That’s just how we’re built. I’m not surprised you find Tina so appealing, and Becky as well. I really do understand. They’re both very attractive. And if you gave in to, ah, to your urges, I understand that too.”

I searched her face, looking for anything else but sincerity. Was she perhaps mocking me, taunting me, building me up just to tear me down? But no, I saw nothing like that. This woman truly meant what she said.

“Um,” I stammered. I still had no words of my own.

Valerie warmly squeezed my hand. “But I’m very glad you told me about it, Shelly. That’s important. I don’t want there to be any secrets between us.”

“Secrets…”

“Uh-huh,” she nodded, her eyes twinkling. “And I think you know that I, well, that I have a few secrets of my own, private things I’ve done with my own daughter, with Tina. I’ve told her it’s okay to tell you, though, because we trust you. We care about you.”

My eyes blurred. “Thank you,” I croaked.

A big tear fell from my cheek onto my shorts. I threw my arms around Valerie, hugging her tightly, sobbing in relief. The release of tension was so great, the absolution from my guilt and shame so deeply desired, the shared feelings between us so comforting that I couldn’t stop crying for what seemed a long time. She held me, stroking my back, soothing me, cooing sweet words.

Finally I managed to get control of myself. I pulled away, wiping my eyes with the back of my hands, expressing regret for the outburst.

“Hush, now,” said Valerie, “you have nothing to apologize for.” She took a clean handkerchief from the pocket of her skirt and gave it to me. “You’re my friend. I want you to show me how you feel.”

“Thank you,” I smiled, blowing my nose.

 

As the morning changed to afternoon, and the day went on, the girls came out to join us in the yard. They ran around, playing freeze tag, then hide and seek. It was a joy to watch them. Tina was clearly having a ball, acting like a kid, and Kerie was just in heaven. Although she had plenty of friends, as an only child my little one didn’t always have playmates available. This was a treat for her.

Later, Valerie brought out a pitcher of iced tea for us and a plate of small sandwiches, along with a bowl of fresh fruit. When I realized the effort she’d gone to, I felt a renewed pang of guilt. I’d been sitting out there in the gazebo, relaxing, absorbed in my own contentment, enjoying the pleasure of a sunny day and the fun of watching the kids romp, and hadn’t lifted a finger to help.

I started to say I was sorry for being such a slug, but again the pretty brunette waved off my would-be apology. Nothing appeared to bother her. I could seemingly do no wrong. It made me very glad we’d become friends — and yet, what an unusual friendship this was, becoming acquainted only because I’d had designs on her teenage daughter. It’s a strange world sometimes.

The girls scooped up the sandwiches and gulped down the tea, their faces flushed and sweaty from racing around. They didn’t stay long, however, inhaling the refreshments then zooming off on another adventure. Valerie laughed as she watched them disappear into the detached garage at the back of their property.

We sat companionably for a minute or so, not saying anything, until I cleared my throat and began, “You know, I, um… I have… other secrets too. More, I mean, than just what I did with Tina. I can tell you all about that, if you want, about everything I did with Tina. I don’t want to hide anything anymore.”

“Whatever you’d like, dear. It’s completely up to you,” the woman smiled.

I took a deep breath, fortifying my courage. It was time to let it out. “I’ve done some things with Kerie. Things that most people would, you know, would probably say were wrong. No, they would say they’re wrong, definitely. I’m sure they’d say I’m a bad person, an unfit mother.”

I’d been looking down at my hands as I made this speech, but now I glanced over at Valerie to assess her reaction. She was placid, serene, waiting calmly to hear whatever I chose to tell her.

Before I could go on, the kids emerged from the garage. Becky was rolling an old tire, Kerie lugging an armful of rope, and Tina carrying a step ladder. They trooped toward a tall magnolia at one side of the yard, a tree that offered a couple of large overhanging branches, ideal for a tire swing.

“I wondered if they might think of that,” Valerie grinned. “We’d taken it down for the winter and just never got around to putting it back up again. This is a perfect day for it.”

“Yeah, it is,” I nodded. We observed the girls discuss their plans, debating the best place to mount the tire, then set to work.

“Sometimes at night, Kerie and I do things,” I said in a quiet voice. My eyes were on the kids, watching their industrious activity, but I was speaking to Valerie. “She and I sleep together, we sleep naked. Kerie gets on top of me. We, uh, we kiss, and… and we do more than kiss.”

I turned to the woman, looking into her eyes. She nodded slightly, encouraging me to continue.

“We have sex. I have sex with my 8-year-old daughter. I’ve done it all with her — you know, oral sex, fingering, everything. And we, we both have orgasms. It’s fantastic, and I love it. I can’t stop. I don’t want to stop. It’s not wrong, it’s not. What we do is beautiful.”

It was as if I was challenging Valerie to dispute me. I’d openly admitted committing incest with my little girl, and yet I was expressing no shame, no remorse. I felt none.

She paused, evidently waiting to make sure I was finished, then said, “No, it’s not wrong, of that I’m sure. You love Kerie, and she obviously adores you. She’s a happy, healthy child, thriving. Whatever you’re doing with your daughter couldn’t be more right.”

I felt emotion rise in my chest again, but didn’t think I would cry this time. I’d gotten that all out before. Instead, I smiled broadly. “I knew you’d understand. I knew I could trust you.”

Valerie stood, taking my hand. She brought me to my feet, then wrapped her arms around me, enfolding me in a warm hug. I tucked my face into her shoulder, closing my eyes, inhaling the soft scent of her perfume. I relaxed into the loving comfort of a good friend who accepted me completely.

 

While the kids constructed the tire swing and then started using it, pushing each other higher and higher, laughing and whooping, I told Valerie all about the crazy idea I’d come up with earlier that morning. She loved it.

“We’ll use my place,” the woman immediately said. “Of course we will. It’s ideal, with plenty of space, and you know how much I love to cook and entertain.”

Over the next hour, Valerie and I refined my scheme as we sipped iced tea, discussing the pros and cons of various options, finally settling on what we thought would make the best arrangements. We needed firm rules, that was clear. Safety was paramount — but if we could manage to pull this off, oh my, what an amazing thing it would be!

The girls cavorted in the yard, playing on the swing and climbing the tree as well. It was a hot day with very little breeze, and by mid-afternoon they were a sweaty, filthy mess. Both the rope and the old tire were covered with dust from the garage, and the tree provided even more grime.

Tina turned on a sprinkler and they ran through it, shrieking with laughter. Even after that, however, the three of them were still a sight, streaked with dirt. That’s when Valerie made her suggestion.

“Okay, let’s go,” she said, getting to her feet and clapping her hands to draw the girls’ attention. “Everyone into the jacuzzi, all right? Let’s get you cleaned up!”

Becky and Tina loudly cheered this proposal. Kerie and I had no idea, though, what Valerie was referring to. I hadn’t seen a hot tub anywhere. Certainly there wasn’t one outside.

That’s because it wasn’t outside — it was inside, up on the third floor in the master bedroom suite. Their historic home, more than a century old, had been fully remodeled to include the most modern touches while still retaining all its quaint and elegant charm.

Before going inside, the girls were made to strip, then rinse and dry their feet. “I won’t have you tracking mud in the house,” Valerie scolded, a smile on her face.

I was smiling too, watching them take off everything they wore, leaving their clothes in a heap on the veranda. Valerie brought out a bucket of warm water and a towel so they could clean their feet and hands, if nothing else. I stood to the side, admiring the view: a trio of naked girls, 8, 10, and 15 years old. So alluring. The backyard was extensive, the fence was high, and there were plenty of tall trees and shrubs — nevertheless, if a pedophile neighbor wanted a quick peek, it was available.

But not for long. The little ones were too eager. Becky and Kerie rapidly took care of their business, then dashed inside, giggling like maniacs. Tina was not far behind.

Pointing to the pile of dirty clothes, Valerie said, “We can leave those for now. I’ll take care of it later. Come on.”

She took my arm, and we went inside. The girls were pounding up the stairs, making enough noise for a dozen kids, it sounded like. We followed more slowly and definitely more quietly.

I began to say something polite about not wanting to impose, but this was, of course, instantly shushed. “Oh, you know you’re like family to us,” said Valerie, “especially after what we’ve just been talking about. Our house is your house, all right?”

“All right,” I nodded, squeezing her arm.

When we entered the extra-large bathroom, we found the water had already been turned on and was gradually rising in the jacuzzi. In fact, it wasn’t all that gradual. Evidently the plumbing was such that it was able to fill the tub within only a minute or two.

Before it was half full, naturally, the little kids had jumped inside. As Valerie was pouring in some bubble bath, Tina whispered in my ear, “There’s something else I didn’t tell you about. Another secret.”

“What is it?” I asked.

“You’ll see,” she winked, then hopped into the tub with the younger girls.

“Let’s join them,” Valerie smiled, as she started taking off her clothes. “There’s plenty of room.”

“Well, okay, sure.” I wasn’t about to object this time. Getting naked with three young girls and a sexy woman? You bet!

I’d left my sandals outside, so all I had to do was remove my top, my bra, my shorts and my panties. That didn’t take long.

Valerie stripped quickly too. As she did, I examined her lithe figure. For someone in her mid-forties, the woman was in great shape. Yes, her boobs and belly sagged a bit, but her muscles were firm and well-defined. Obviously she worked out a lot.

She caught me studying her and leered, raising her eyebrows and licking her lips. I blushed and looked away. With a friendly laugh, Valerie took my hand, helping me into the tub.

The water was warm and fizzy, bubbly and aromatic. It felt like a dream, easing down into the slippery sudsy foam, surrounded by nude feminine bodies. The tub was designed for four but held five easily enough, especially with two being little girls. Still, we were rubbing up against each other. We couldn’t prevent that — nor did I want to! — and nor, it seemed, did anyone else.

We slid joyfully together, grinning and giggling as we swayed with the motion of the jacuzzi jets, arms and legs overlapping, intertwining. For the first several minutes we simply luxuriated in the decadent pleasure of the experience, but then Valerie said, in an oddly husky voice, “All right, girls, it’s time for you to wash each other now.”

“Okay,” Tina nodded, as she got to her feet. She stood in the center of the bath, suds and water sluicing off her slim form. The bubbles came to the tops of her thighs. What an incredibly beautiful body she had.

The teen reached over to a liquid soap container sitting on the ledge and pumped some into her palm. Her little sister Becky stood up next to her and did the same. Then they began to rub the soap on each other, all over.

Kerie was on my lap. Valerie was seated across the tub from me, her bare bosom just above the surface of the water. With Becky and Tina standing between us, my view of the woman was somewhat obscured. But as her daughters spread creamy lather on one another’s nude bodies, paying special attention, it seemed, to boobies and bottoms, I caught a wink and a nod from Tina. That’s when I realized what was going on: Valerie was masturbating.

By leaning a little to one side, I could see her face. The brunette’s cheeks were flushed, her eyes hooded, lips parted. She appeared to be breathing heavily. I couldn’t tell for sure what her hands were doing, since they were hidden beneath the foam, but by the movement of the muscles in her arms and from her overall reaction, it was clear what was happening.

I had no idea whether Becky really understood what her mom was up to, but Tina obviously did. Evidently something like this had taken place before, perhaps many times, sort of a private erotic ritual. The girls would rub their soapy hands on each other, and their mother would play with herself as she watched them. I wondered, though, how far it might go. Would she actually reach orgasm?

She sure did. Only a few seconds after I’d had that thought, I heard a soft gasp, and saw Valerie’s eyes squeeze shut. She jerked forward, her face in a grimace. Following a few more jerks and muffled groans, the woman relaxed, letting out a long sigh as she slid down a little lower in the jacuzzi. With her eyes still closed, a smile on her lips, her hands came up to cover her breasts, gently massaging.

“Okay, that’s it, we’re done,” said Tina to Becky. “Let’s rinse off now.”

The sisters dipped down into the bubbly water, rinsing the soap away, then took seats again, grinning happily.

“Let’s do that too, Mommy,” said Kerie, as she turned on my lap to look at me. “I’ll wash you and you wash me, okay?”

I liked that idea. We stood up in the tub and I lathered my daughter all over, then she did the same with me. It definitely turned me on — but I also felt kind of giddy, carried away by the novelty of where we were and what we were doing — and soon found myself giggling uncontrollably. It was contagious. The others caught the fever, and we all ended up laughing and whooping and splashing each other, making a sloppy mess of Valerie’s sumptuous bathroom suite.

As we were drying off a few minutes later, using big thick towels, Becky said, “Mom, can Kerie stay here tonight, for a sleepover? She can sleep in my room, okay? Please?”

“Sure, that’s fine with me,” her mother smiled, “as long as Kerie wants to and Shelly says it’s okay.”

I shrugged. “It’s fine with me too. We don’t have any other plans. Kerie, you want to do that? Stay here tonight for a sleepover?”

Of course she wanted to.

The two little girls jumped up and down, squealing with excitement, their lovely naked bodies still glowing from the warm water of the bath. I admired the tempting display, squeezing my thighs together and rubbing the towel over my erect nipples while pretending to dry myself. Then something occurred to me.

“Um, she, Kerie doesn’t have anything to wear. Her dirty clothes are all downstairs. Could she borrow something from Becky?”

“Certainly,” Valerie nodded. “That’s no problem at all.”

“Come on,” said Becky, grabbing Kerie’s hand. Dropping their towels on the floor, the kids raced off to Becky’s room.

“I’ll go help ‘em,” said Tina. “Um, unless you want me to, you know, stay and clean up the bathroom.”

“No, that’s all right,” Valerie winked. “You go on. I know you’ll enjoy helping them.”

“Thanks!” With a jubilant grin, Tina handed her towel to her mother, kissing her cheek, then hurried out to join the younger girls.

For once, Valerie allowed me to do some work, assisting her in rinsing out the tub and wiping up the soapy water we’d splashed all over the place. After that, we both put our clothes back on, then gathered up the towels and went down to the floor below.

The door to Becky’s bedroom was open. We stopped to enjoy the view for a minute. It was arousing and humorous at the same time. Shorts and skirts and tops and panties were scattered everywhere — on the floor, on the bed, on the dresser — it looked like a bomb had gone off. Tina, Becky, and Kerie, all three still naked, were chattering and giggling, debating what Kerie should wear.

“Hey, kids,” said Valerie, “since Kerie is our guest, she can choose anything she wants for dinner, all right? Honey, what do you think you’d like?”

“Um…” my little girl put her hand to her mouth, frowning in thought. “I think, maybe… hot dogs and ice cream. Is that okay?”

“Of course it is, darling. It’s just fine,” Valerie chuckled.

Not exactly the most nutritious meal, I said to myself, rolling my eyes. But whatever. Valerie took my arm and we headed down to take care of the laundry and get started on dinner.

“You‘ll stay too, won’t you?” she said to me. “I need to run to the store for hot dog buns, and you can come along then join us for dinner. Please say you will.”

“Okay, I will,” I smiled. “Thank you.”

I would gladly stay for supper — but what would happen after that? Would I be invited to spend the night with them as well? Nothing had been mentioned about it yet, but I hoped I would!

Continue on to Chapter 22

Secrets, Chapter 20

  • Posted on November 22, 2016 at 4:17 pm

By Naughty Mommy

I brought a smoked turkey sandwich from the cafeteria back to my office for lunch on Thursday and closed my door for privacy. Leaving the sandwich untouched on its paper plate, I picked up the phone and punched in Valerie’s number. I wanted to call her before I lost my courage.

“Hello, Valerie?”

“Yes?”

“Hi, it’s Shelly, Shelly Driscoll. How are you?”

“Oh, hello, Shelly darling. I’m just fine, thank you, we all are. How’re you doing, and how’s that adorable little Kerie?”

“Fine, thanks, we’re both fine. But, um, there’s something I wanted to talk with you about. It’s kind of important, and I wondered if perhaps I could stop by your house later this afternoon, maybe around 4:00 or so.”

“Hmm…” the woman said, “how important is it?”

“Well, I mean, it’s not urgent. But I think it is important. I would like to talk with you as soon as I can.”

“Damn. I’d really love to see you again, Shelly, for any reason, but I’m afraid this afternoon just isn’t good. Becky has ballet practice right after school and I’m helping them out with some things. They’re getting ready for a big recital.”

“Oh, uh, okay, that’s fine. I understand. How about tomorrow afternoon then? Or tomorrow night, if that’s better?”

“Wouldn’t you know it? That’s when the recital is, tomorrow night. I hate to put you off since you say it’s so important, but could this possibly wait until Saturday? We’ll be free all day. Maybe you and Kerie could come to our house for a late breakfast, say at around 10:00 or so. Would that work?”

“Uh, sure, that’ll be fine. No problem. I really appreciate your making time for me.”

We talked a minute or two longer, then hung up. Because I was feeling nervous about what I had to say to Valerie, revealing to her that I’d had sex with her 15-year-old daughter, I found I’d mostly lost my appetite. I ate only half the sandwich, saving the rest for lunch the next day.

That night, as Kerie and I were having our dinner — baked salmon along with brussels sprouts, something she actually likes, believe it or not — she said, “Mom, do you have a webcam?”

“A… what?”

“A webcam. Do you have one?”

“No, uh, I don’t. Well, I think my laptop has a built-in camera, but that’s not really the same thing. Why do you ask?”

“Because Allison told me and Melissa her sister has one, her big sister Brooke. They play with it a lot, she said, showing off so people can see or something. I don’t really know how it works, but they take off their clothes and kiss and everything. And people watch ‘em. Allison says it’s fun.”

“Oh my, that’s… no, I don’t have a webcam.”

Suddenly something occurred to me. “Now, wait. Kerie, have you ever been on a webcam? At Allison’s or Melissa’s or maybe somewhere else?”

She’d just put half a brussels sprout in her mouth. As she chewed, she shook her head, then said, “Uh-uh. I don’t even know what one looks like.”

“Okay, well, that’s good. I’m glad. You just, you really need to be careful about things like that, honey. It can actually be dangerous, showing off that way to strangers. You don’t know who might be out there watching.”

“But Allison says it’s fun.”

“Maybe it is, but it’s still not safe. I don’t want you doing that, all right?”

“Okay.”

“Allison’s too young to know better, I suppose. She’s about the same age as you, 8 or 9, right?”

“Uh-huh,” Kerie nodded, “she’s 9.”

“How old is Brooke?”

“Um, she’s 12, I think.”

“That’s fairly young, but the girl really ought to have more sense. I wonder if I should somehow let her mother know about it, just in case. I hate to break a confidence, but…”

“Her mom knows,” said Kerie.

“What?”

“Yeah, their mom found out. She got mad at first, Allison said, but then she told ‘em it was okay as long as she was there too. They just can’t do it by themselves. Only when their mom is there.”

I was dumbfounded. “So… you’re saying their mother watches them take their clothes off in front of the webcam and kiss each other?!”

“Uh-huh. And touch each other too. Like their pussies and stuff. Or they hold ‘em open, Allison said, and put pens and stuff inside. So people can watch.”

“Wow.”

I slid a hand under the table between my legs, rubbing myself though my slacks. Despite my concern for the girls’ safety, I’ll admit to feeling highly aroused. Not only was it exciting to imagine a pair of young sisters playing such sexy games, but to think their mother was right there with them — oh my!

“I can’t tell anyone though,” said Kerie. “It’s a secret.”

“Why are you telling me, then?” I asked with a frown.

My daughter shrugged. “I don’t know.”

I was about to give a lecture on the importance of keeping secrets, but decided not to. Maybe there was a better way to deal with the situation. Besides, at the moment I was just too turned on to be very practical.

We were done eating by that time. I put the leftovers away, quickly took care of the dishes, then led Kerie to the bedroom.

Our lovemaking that night was even hotter than usual, if possible. Discovering there were other moms like me engaging in naughty, forbidden activities with their young daughters really got me going. I was on fire, talking dirty to Kerie, tribbing with her, sitting on her face, licking her pussy, rubbing my clit, coming over and over again.

Even after she fell asleep at around 8:30, her usual bedtime on a school night, I quietly continued to masturbate, reaching orgasm two or three more times as I pictured Brooke and Allison together with their mother, Connie, doing the dirty things I’d learned they did. Finally, when I was getting a little sore, I told myself it was time to quit.

As I lay in the dark, musing, I began to wonder if the story really was true. Could it be that Allison was just making it all up for some reason? That didn’t seem likely, but it was conceivable. How could I find out for sure? I drifted off thinking about that, and had sexy dreams the whole night long.

 

When I came home from work on Friday, I said to Kerie, “Hey, how about if you and me get dressed up and go out tonight, just the two of us, like on a date. Would you like that?”

“Ooh, yeah, Mommy — that’ll be fun!”

I took a quick shower and was putting on my makeup, with Kerie watching, when she asked if she could have some too, maybe some lipstick or eyeliner. Since it seemed like a special occasion, I agreed. Not very much, just enough to highlight her naturally lovely features. Then we both put on pretty dresses and went out on our date.

We held hands all through dinner. Kerie looked so happy, her big blue eyes shining, a smile lighting up her face. Over dessert, I gave her a choice between shopping for new clothes when we were done, or going to a movie, or perhaps just heading home and watching a DVD or playing a board game. After some deliberation, she opted for the movie. She wanted to see Finding Dory.

The theater we went to was a classic older one, downtown. It had only two screens, but both were large. I took Kerie up to the balcony. The movie had already been out for a few months, so not many people were there that night. She and I were alone in the balcony. We sat in the second row, eating popcorn.

About halfway through the feature, I lifted my daughter from her seat and set her on my lap. She settled in, contentedly. I placed both hands on her knees, tenderly caressing. After a couple of minutes, I began to slide my fingers slowly up the insides of her thighs, pulling up her short dress. Kerie leaned her head back against my chest, moaning quietly, opening her legs wide.

As the movie continued, I masturbated my little girl. At first I stroked the outside of her panties, rubbing her puffy slit through the thin material, until I felt her body trembling with arousal. Then I slipped one hand inside her undies, loving the warm smooth softness of her hairless pussy.

Bending down to kiss and lick her neck, I whispered in her ear, “You must be very, very quiet.”

“Okay.”

When my middle finger dipped between Kerie’s labia, into her heated center, I was excited to find slippery moisture there. My sweet young baby was very wet. I played with her, circling around the opening to her vagina, reaching a little lower to tickle her butthole, then focused on her clit.

It didn’t take long. Whether it was the exotic thrill of having illicit sex in public, or simply the pleasure of being on a romantic date with her mom — whatever it was, within minutes Kerie was huffing and puffing, making little squeaking sounds.

I placed my free hand gently over her mouth, whispering, “Shhh…” and massaged her stiff nub. She climaxed in my arms.

We watched the end of the movie, then started for home. As we drove, my daughter did something she hadn’t done before. She unbuckled her seatbelt and leaned across, placing her head in my lap. Kerie pulled my loose dress up nearly to my waist. I wasn’t wearing any panties.

“Mommy, Mommy,” she cooed as she kissed my shaved mound.

The position wasn’t ideal. Between the shift console and the steering wheel, it was awkward for her, and while I was driving, trying not to crash, I couldn’t do much to make things easier. But it felt so very nice having her there, my lover’s lips on my pussy.

That night it was Kerie who was on fire. She led me straight to the bed, pushing me down, spreading my legs and pushing up my dress, exposing my crotch. After slipping out of her shoes and tugging down her panties, she raised her own dress and mounted me. We’d never done it that way, with almost everything still on but our panties. There was always something new to try.

My daughter fucked me. She came first, after only a minute or two, but barely slowed down at all. Kerie humped me faster and faster, her smooth pussy sliding up and down inside my wet folds.

When I sensed my little girl starting to come a second time, that put me over the top. I grabbed her butt cheeks in both hands, pulling her hard against me. “Fuck Mommy!” I cried. “Fuck Mommy!”

It was a beautiful, delicious simultaneous orgasm, one of many we’ve enjoyed over the years. Of course that wasn’t the end of things that evening, not even close. For the next hour or so, Kerie made me come and herself come in every way we knew how, licking and fingering and tribbing until we both were completely spent. We slept very soundly.

Just after 8:00 the next morning, the phone by the bed rang, waking me. It was Jae. I knew she’d been on a date with Rose the night before and I was surprised to hear her sounding so alert and chipper that early in the day.

“Aren’t you up yet?” she asked.

After a big yawn, I mumbled, “No, not really.”

“What’s the matter, did Kerie fuck your brains out again?”

“Yeah, you could say that,” I chuckled, glancing at my precious child. She was snoozing peacefully beside me, undisturbed by the phone call.

“I’m still in bed too, but not sleepy. Got to bed early last night, earlier than I wanted. Rose says she always has to be home by midnight, no matter what. She doesn’t like leaving her kids alone any later than that. I call her Cinderella,” Jae laughed.

“Okay.”

She told me about their date. Following a nice dinner at a quiet Italian restaurant, they’d gone out clubbing, going from bar to bar, not drinking much but dancing dirty, showing off for the other customers. At the last place they visited, they ended up in the ladies room, finger-fucking each other in a stall with the door open while shoving their tongues down one another’s throats. She said a couple of other women were standing nearby, watching, and one of them even masturbated to orgasm, climaxing at almost the same time Jae did.

“Wow,” I said, “sounds you guys had like quite a night.”

“Yeah, it was fun. Oh, but guess what!”

“What?”

“You’ll never guess what Rose told me.”

“No, I probably won’t. So maybe you should tell me.”

“All right, I will,” my sister giggled, “but only because you insist. So, um, Rose has this friend, someone she works with. Her name is Candice, and she’s around Rose’s age or a little younger, early thirties maybe.”

“Okay.”

“Anyway, they’ve been friends for a while, good friends. Nothing romantic, but, you know, close friends.”

“Uh-huh,” I nodded.

“Close enough that Candice felt like she could tell Rose a pretty big secret.”

“Okay.”

“Candice isn’t married, never has been. Rose says she’s bi, though she tends to lean more toward ladies than men. She’s never hit on Rose, it’s not that kind of a relationship. And she doesn’t really date that much, never anyone steady. And that’s because of the secret.”

“So what’s the secret?”

“The secret is she already has a lover, Candice does, one she’s had for a long time. Except her lover is married.”

“Hm,” I tsked, “that can get pretty ugly sometimes.”

“Yeah, but guess what.”

“What?”

“Her lover is a woman, and not just any woman. It’s her own sister, Candice’s older sister.”

“Wow, really??”

“Uh-huh. They’ve been doing it off and on since they were teenagers apparently. For a couple of years they’d stopped, after her sister — um, her name is Erica — after Erica got married a few years ago, they stopped for a while. But then not too long ago they started up again. Erica has a kid too, a toddler. I think he’s like two years old or so.”

“Okay.”

“But isn’t that amazing?”

“Yeah, it is. It really is. That must be… it must be hard for them to deal with, Erica and Candice, I mean. It can’t be easy keeping a secret like that.”

“You’re probably right,” said Jae.

We were both quiet for a moment, then my sister said, “Speaking of secrets, I haven’t said anything to Rose about us, about me and you, you know, that we’ve had sex with each other. And I never will, I promise, unless you’re sure it’s the right thing to do.”

“Good, I’m glad.”

“Do you think you ever will, you know, want to tell anyone about that?”

“I don’t know. Maybe. I guess it just depends.”

“Yeah, I guess.”

Again we shared a comfortable silence. During the pause, I leaned over and kissed Kerie softly on the cheek. She stirred a bit in her sleep, a smile teasing at the corners of her pretty mouth.

Finally Jae said, “It’s incredible to find all this stuff out, isn’t it? All these things people keep hidden — Candice and her sister being lovers, Rose’s secret about getting in bed with Emily and kissing her, that thing you told me about, what’s-her-name, Valerie, watching porn and masturbating with her teenage daughter — and then, of course, your big secret about the kinds of games you play with Kerie.”

“Yeah,” I nodded, “it is incredible. Lots and lots of secrets.”

“Sort of makes you wonder how many others, you know, sisters or mothers and daughters, might be doing sexy things with each other that they’re afraid to tell anyone about. Even our own mom, kissing us and touching us at night the way she used to. It really makes you think.”

“You’re right, it does. Definitely.”

For a moment I thought I might tell Jae what Kerie had told me about Brooke and Allison and their mother, Connie, their webcam antics. But the time didn’t seem quite right. For one thing, I wasn’t even certain it was true. There must be a way to find out, but how?

And as I considered that, I had a crazy idea. I began to formulate a plan. It was outrageous, absurd, insanely reckless — and I couldn’t wait to make it happen.

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