Juicy Secrets Forbidden Tales of Lesbian Love

By Naughty Mommy

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Because most of the families would be starting home the next day, it was agreed that everyone would gather in the penthouse suite of the Playa de Mar for a Friday night farewell dinner.

Angela decided on another buffet, which would be less formal and more conducive to mingling. Two very attractive hotel employees in short skirts served drinks and then cleared away the dishes when people were done eating. At about 7:30, the young women wheeled the buffet tables into the elevator, leaving behind only a small cart filled with leftover desserts.

“All right, my friends,” Angela began, rubbing her hands together.

The chairs and sofas in the living area had been arranged into a loose circle. The tall blonde was standing in the middle, the other nineteen women and girls comfortably seated, smiling and looking up at her. Angela wore a striking purple silk dress, knee-length with a flared skirt and matching bolero jacket, along with high heels, of course.

“I’d like to start tonight by asking everyone to say a few words. Let’s each of us share our thoughts on where we are now, on what we may have learned during this past week, and perhaps on where we see ourselves going in the future — in terms of our sexual relationships, that is.”

“So, we’re just going to talk?” Sheila grinned. “That’s all?”

Chuckling, Angela replied, “No, I expect there might be more after that. I’m quite sure I would like to play around with as many of you as I can. But I’ve also found it can be a good idea to sort of sit back and assess things after having had so many unusual, even life-changing experiences in such a short time.”

“I agree with Angela,” said Bridget. “Remember, Shiel, when we had that talk at your house a few days ago? That really seemed to help, getting all our thoughts and feelings out in the open the way we did.”

“You’re right,” Sheila nodded. “I apologize for being so… overeager.”

“That’s all right, dear, no need to apologize.” Angela approached the buxom, auburn-haired woman, placing a hand under her chin, raising her face and kissing her mouth. Ending the kiss, the blonde said softly, “I admire your appetites. They excite me. Don’t ever change.”

“Don’t worry,” Sheila laughed, “not much chance of that. I’ve been this way all my life.”

“That’s for sure,” Bridget commented wryly. “Even when we were little girls, she was constantly playing with herself.”

After winking at Bridget, Angela settled into a seat at the end of a sofa, next to her daughter Bambi. On the other side of Bambi was Amanda, then Tina, Amanda’s mom.

“Let’s go around the circle,” said Angela, “that might be the simplest way. I’ll go first, and then everyone, in turn, just say whatever you feel like saying.”

Her guests nodded and smiled, evidently approving the plan.

“All right.” Angela took Bambi’s hand, holding tightly, then inhaled, taking a very deep breath, before gradually letting it out. She was feeling unusually emotional.

“I have to say… two things, I think. First, I want you to know that although my little girl and I have had many wonderful encounters with other mothers and daughters — we’ve really been very lucky — this last week definitely tops them all. I can’t tell you how grateful I am to each of you for sharing yourselves with us. Not only your luscious, yummy bodies, but sharing your hearts too. That means more to me than I can say.”

Taking another deep breath, she looked slowly around the room, scanning the faces, her eyes moist and gleaming.

“And, uh,” Angela cleared her throat, “I also want to tell you that I’ve… made a decision. My standard rule, with only a few exceptions, is that we don’t stay in touch with people after we part from them. I’ve always preferred to make a clean break. But — but —”

A big tear rolled down her cheek. “But I just can’t say goodbye to you!”

Angela buried her face in her daughter’s shoulder, sobbing heavily. Bambi patted and stroked the woman’s back. Everyone waited, many wiping tears from their own eyes.

Finally Angela straightened up. Pulling out a handkerchief, she blew her nose, then said, “I won’t apologize. I’m not sorry for breaking down like that. I’m glad I did. It doesn’t happen often to me, but I’m glad you got to see how I really feel — and you know now how much I do want to stay in touch.”

After blowing her nose again, she tipped her head toward Bambi. “All right, you go next, honey.”

“Okay, Mommy. Um, yeah, I’m glad I met everybody too. Especially all the girls, but also the moms. You’re all really nice and really sexy.”

The young blonde beamed at the group, seeing smiles everywhere. Then she turned to Amanda, sitting next to her. “More than anyone, though, I’m happy I met Amanda. I always wanted to have a sister, and now it’s like I really do.”

With a cry, Amanda threw her arms around Bambi, squeezing her. The ‘twins’ hugged for a long time, murmuring in each other’s ears.

When at last they ended the hug, Bambi gazed around the room, then added with a grin, “I think I, you know, I think I got to lick everybody here at least once so far. But if I didn’t, I hope I can tonight.” This was met with chuckles and a few aroused moans. “Um… okay, that’s all.”

Amanda was next. “This is, this was, I mean, my mom brought me on this awesome vacation, and it’s great, I got to meet everybody, you know, but especially Bambi, and also Paige and Fiona and just everybody else too. It was great. Thanks, Mom!” She hugged her mother.

It was Tina’s turn. Wiping her eyes with the backs of her hands, then breaking into a big smile, flashing those cute dimples, she said, “You know what’s amazing? If Amanda hadn’t come home from school one day last month and asked me about masturbating… I mean, if she hadn’t asked me to show her how, then, gosh, we probably wouldn’t be here at all, and then we wouldn’t have met any of you guys! So, all I have to say is, I’m really glad they showed that video to the girls in her science class. Hurray for sex education!”

Cheers and applause greeted her exclamation. As it died down, Tina added, “But what I really learned here this week is that I shouldn’t just stay sort of wrapped up in a little bubble any more, like in a cocoon or something, you know? I want to meet other people, look for moms and daughters in our area who are, um, who are like us, and then, well, get together with them. That’s what I’m gonna do.”

After grinning at Angela, who gave her a wink, Tina turned to the next in line. It was Bridget, sitting in a loveseat with Debby squeezed in between her and Kelly.

“Okay, so,” Bridget began, “this has been, hands-down, the most amazing week of my life.” She laughed, as did several others who nodded in agreement.

“And now, uh, well, I guess I want to make an announcement. I’ve been talking with Debby, and with my sister, Sheila, and decided that…” Bridget peered to the side, at Veronica and Stephanie, seated on a sofa next to the loveseat “…do you think I might be able to find a job as a math teacher in San Francisco? I’m really good at it.”

The women appeared mystified, not yet understanding. Kelly’s mouth dropped open. Then she managed to say, “Wait, do you mean…?”

“Yep,” Bridget nodded. “Debby and I are moving to San Francisco, as soon as we can.”

“Oh my god!!” Kelly burst into tears of joy. Leaping to her feet, she dove on top of Bridget, hugging her, kissing her, thanking her profusely. She grabbed Debby too, squeezing and kissing both of them at once.

Several other women came over, congratulating Bridget, Kelly, and Debby. They shared embraces and kisses, finally settling down after a couple of minutes and going back to their seats.

Now it was Debby’s turn.

“Um, I don’t really know what I’m supposed to say. But, I mean, I’m glad I got to learn about sex and stuff, and have a…” the girl blushed and giggled “…I used to call it an organ-ism… but anyway I’m glad I got to have an orgasm.”

She heard friendly laughter and scattered applause.

“And I really love my mom, and my cousins, and my Aunt Sheila. And I love my girlfriend Kelly forever and ever.”

After a little more applause, the attention turned to Kelly. The cute teenager was too choked up, however, to say very much. “Thank you… just… I love you all… thank you!”

Still more applause, and now nearly everyone was weeping happy tears. It was a love fest.

Veronica, next in line, said, “I’m so happy. This is absolutely great. First, I want to thank my sister, Carol. She’s just the best. I love you, honey.”

“I love you too,” Carol nodded from across the circle, blowing a little kiss.

“I love my daughter, Kelly, more than I can say, and I dearly love my other daughters, Holly and Hailey, and my niece Stacie, and darling Jordan, I love both of you so much. And Debby, of course, and Bridget, and, well, everyone, I love you all. I love you all. But… more than anyone…”

Her voice broke. It appeared for a moment that Veronica might not be able to go on. Finally she said, “But more than anyone, I love Stephanie, my beautiful, beautiful, Stephanie.”

Veronica stood, turned toward her partner, and got down on one knee in front of her. She took the younger woman’s hand in both of hers. “Stephanie, my love, the love of my life…… will you marry me?”

“Oh, Veronica!” Stephanie threw her arms around her lover. “Of course I will! Of course I will!”

Now everyone jumped up and rushed over to congratulate the pair. This time it took almost ten minutes until all the hugs and kisses and good wishes had been exchanged and people were seated again.

It was Stephanie’s turn to speak. She wiped her eyes, took a deep breath, and began, “Love is precious. Love is beautiful. There’s not enough love in this world, not nearly enough. So when we find it, wherever we find it, we should cherish it. And whether that love is with a man or a woman, with an adult or a child, we should prize it above everything else.”

She paused. “I know it sounds like I’m making a speech here, and I don’t mean to, but I just want to say, girls, women, moms, daughters, sisters, don’t be afraid, don’t be ashamed, just love each other. The world needs more love.”

It was quiet as the group considered what she’d said. Women and girls gazed into each other’s eyes. Mothers and daughters held hands tightly. Soft kisses were enjoyed. A collective sigh passed through the room, an affirmation of love, of the very special intimate bonds they all shared.

Stephanie turned to the twins. “Girls? Do you want to say something?”

The little blondes nodded in unison. Holly said, “Yeah. We would be really happy if everybody was nice to each other, if they didn’t fight, and nobody was mean.”

Hailey continued, “And if they just did sex stuff all the time, like me and my sister wanna do, they would be happy and we would be happy and everybody would be.”

“Damn straight,” commented Sheila, sitting in a chair a few places around. Holly and Hailey beamed at her.

“And, uh, listen,” Sheila winked, “after we get finished with all this talk, do you kids want to do some sex stuff with me?”

“Okay!” the twins giggled.

Stacie was next. Her mother Carol was beside her, with Jordan fidgeting on her lap. Stacie began, “You know, like, uh, like Tina said, it’s amazing how it all works out. I mean, if I hadn’t been chosen to go on this training thing for my job a few weeks ago, then I wouldn’t have asked my mom to come over and stay with Jordan, and then, well, who knows what might be different?”

She reached over and took her daughter’s hand. “But now, I mean, now we all can just love each other, as much as we want. We can play Pony, or P—”

“You wanna play Pony?” Jordan interrupted in her perky voice. The child hadn’t really been listening, but that favorite word caught her attention.

“No, honey,” Stacie giggled, “not yet. Soon, maybe, but not right now. I was just saying how lucky we are that we can all play Pony or Pony-Pony almost any time we want to.”

“Can we now?” Jordan asked again.

Stacie grabbed her little girl’s face in her hands, kissing her lips. “I love you so much. In a while, we’ll play, I promise. But now, is there anything you want to say to all our friends?”

Jordan looked around at the smiling faces, then simply answered, “No,” and went back to fidgeting.

Carol chuckled, squeezing her granddaughter. “I won’t say much either. I’ll just echo what Stephanie said, and her darling little girls too. Love is precious. Sex is good. More sex and more love would make a much happier world.”

“Amen,” said Sheila, patting Carol’s knee. The women were seated beside each other. They shared a quick kiss on the lips, then Sheila asked, “Anything else?”

“Nope, that’s all.”

“Okay, well, I’m also not much of a speechmaker,” Sheila grinned, appearing a bit reticent for once. “I just like to have sex, as much as possible, with myself or with anyone else. Especially with pretty girls like my daughters.” She winked at Fiona and Erin, tucked into a loveseat next to her.

Fiona took a deep breath, then said, “I’m glad I have the mom I have. I really love her, and my sister, and my cousin Debby, and my Aunt Bridget too. Um… and I’m glad I’ve learned so much about sex and stuff from everyone. I like it a lot, I really do.”

She paused, and it seemed for a moment she might be done. But then she said, “I think I must be a lesbian.” Blushing deeply, the 12-year-old added, “I mean, every time I look at a girl, I want to kiss her and stuff, and touch her, and see her naked and everything. I never said it before, but I think I am a lesbian.”

“Good for you, honey,” Veronica nodded approvingly. Bridget gave a happy little clap.

Fiona smiled at the women, then turned to her sister.

“Um, okay.” Erin blushed even redder than Fiona. “I don’t know what to say, but, like, I love everybody too, especially my sister and my mom… and, um, and Gwen.”

She looked down at her hands, then up at Gwen, who was next to her, then at her hands again.

“Aww…” Gwen gave Erin a big hug and a kiss on the lips. “I love you too.”

When they ended the hug, Gwen scanned the group, smiling broadly. “I don’t remember who said it here, but I agree, this was like the most amazing week of my whole life. And the best. Thanks, Mom, for an incredible vacation.”

“You’re welcome, sweetheart,” Eve replied from two seats away.

“But, um, something else,” said Gwen. “I just, like, I don’t quite know how to say it, but I want to also, um, thank everyone for making me feel, like pretty, for the first time in my whole life. I’ve always been told I was cute and smart and then, when I got older, how I was good at sports and stuff, but I never really felt pretty or sexy, you know, like a girl. And now I do. So just, thanks.”

Paige was next. She reached over and took Gwen’s hand, and then her mother’s hand on the opposite side, squeezing them. The girl smiled, then announced, “I have a really great family. A great sister and an incredible mom. I’m really lucky. I’m glad I met everybody here too, and I hope maybe you can come and visit us in Phoenix or something. That would be cool. Okay, that’s all.”

Eve would be the last to speak. The circle had been completed.

Before starting, she took a moment to compose herself. Like almost everyone in the room, Eve was feeling deeply emotional. She hoped, however, to be able to say what she wanted to say without dissolving into tears, if possible.

The tall, attractive woman cleared her throat. “All right, uh, as I think most of you know, when we came here a week ago for our vacation, I was, well, I was really not very experienced. I had never had sex with a woman, certainly not with a young girl, and definitely not with either of my own daughters.”

She paused and smiled, licking her lips, then continued, “But, obviously, now I have done all that and I am very glad. There is no way in the world I could or would have anticipated what’s happened. But the fact is it’s brought me and my daughters much closer together. We were close before, but not like this.”

Eve turned briefly toward Paige and Gwen, sharing affectionate gazes with her girls, then turned the other way, taking Angela’s hand, raising it to her lips and kissing the woman’s fingers.

“I guess I have my lovely friend Angela to thank more than anyone else,” she said softly, before adding with a grin, “although, maybe I really should say Bambi, because it was she who made the first connection with us, romping with Gwen out in the water in that tempting little bikini of hers that kept threatening to fall right off.”

That drew chuckles. Everyone easily could picture Bambi in a wet bathing suit, tiny strings barely keeping it on her slender body. The little girl grinned at Eve and Gwen.

“So, okay, I guess I won’t say anything else,” Eve finished. “Oh, except to repeat what Paige said: if you’re ever in Phoenix, or nearby, please do get in touch. We’d love to see you, and have sex with you!”

There was laughter and some light applause. After kissing Eve’s hand, Angela stood and returned to her place at the center of the group.

“Thank you, everyone, for sharing your thoughts and feelings. I’m very grateful for that. Now, I know there are still a few desserts left. Some of the girls might want to sample some of those — and some of the women might want to sample some of the girls.” Angela winked at Sheila. “So just enjoy yourselves.”

People got to their feet, hugging, kissing, laughing, talking. Most of the kids headed straight for the dessert cart as the adults mingled, forming smaller clusters, smiling and chatting.

It turned out to be not an especially wild orgy that evening in the penthouse suite. For one thing, after their spectacular adventures on the yacht the night before, many were still feeling a bit worn out. And for another, long drives awaited several of the families the next day, so a fairly early bedtime was in order.

But that didn’t mean they couldn’t have fun. Sheila got to enjoy the twins, licking Holly while sitting on Hailey’s face, and then reversed the arrangement, eating Hailey while grinding her pussy into Holly’s mouth. Or maybe it was the other way around — Sheila couldn’t tell the girls apart.

Bambi and Carol hooked up, as did Fiona and Tina and also Gwen and Stephanie, along with several other connections that hadn’t been made before. Jordan played both Pony and Pony-Pony with various partners. There were plenty of orgasms, lots of kissing and touching, sweaty bodies sliding around together… around 10:00 PM, though, they decided it was time to break it up and try to get some sleep.

Debby said she really wanted Kelly to see her room, so Veronica and Stephanie agreed it would be okay for Kelly to spend the night at Bridget’s apartment. For their part, the newly engaged couple chose to be together, returning with the twins to the condo. Carol, Stacie, and Jordan went with them. Stephanie and Veronica took the master bedroom, sleeping with Hailey and Holly between them, while the others shared the second bedroom.

At the suite, Gwen and Erin were in one of the queen beds in the third bedroom, with Paige and Fiona in the other bed. That’s how they ended up, anyway, although before that, the four girls enjoyed some mixing and matching and daisy-chaining.

Bambi, Amanda, Angela, and Tina slept in the big bed in the master bedroom, while Sheila and Eve took the second bedroom, Bambi’s room. Eve didn’t get quite as much sleep as she expected to, finding Sheila to be an energetic, enthusiastic, and eagerly experimental lover. That was fine with her, though — she could always let Gwen do some of the driving the next day.

* * *

In the morning, everyone gathered for breakfast in the hotel coffee shop before getting on the road. Several tables had been pushed together to accommodate twenty bubbly moms and daughters. Even before they had their coffee, conversations were flowing and overlapping — animated discussions of what might lie ahead for each of them and plenty of happy reminiscences about their adventures of the previous few days.

Stephanie and Veronica announced that they’d set a date for the wedding: it would be in the spring of the following year, giving their friends ample time to prepare for a trip to San Francisco and an eagerly anticipated sexy reunion. A flurry of congratulating hugs and kisses greeted this exciting news, along with guarantees that none of them would possibly miss the joyous event.

As things began to settle down again, Sheila called across to her sister Bridget, on the other side of the large table, “Hey, don’t let me forget something, all right?”

“What’s that?”

“I want you to give me Pamela’s number. I’m gonna call her today.”

“Pamela? Why?” Bridget replied.

“I’m gonna ask her out. She and I might be able to have some fun together.”

“Really? Even after I told you about my date with her? The way it turned out and everything?”

“Well, you and she just aren’t right for each other, that’s obvious. But now that I’ve made my decision about, uh, about dating only women from now on —”

“You have?”

Sheila laughed, “Yeah, I think I’m gonna swear off men, at least for a while. I want to see how the other half lives, check out my lesbian identity. And Pamela’s pretty hot, don’t you think?”

“Well, yeah… but, okay, sure, I’ll give you her number.”

Sheila’s teenage daughter Erin listened closely to the discussion between her mom and her aunt. It helped her confirm a plan of her own that she’d been formulating. Later that day, she would call Mindy Hansen and… well, Erin wasn’t exactly sure yet what she would say to her friend, but she was determined to call her and see what eventually might happen between them, if anything. It was worth a try. Erin really didn’t want to be so bashful any more.

All around the table, women and girls were thinking about the exhilarating new possibilities in their lives, friends they would look at it in a different way when they got home, mothers and daughters they knew of who might just possibly share their special incestuous desires. It was thrilling to consider, and it helped to temper some of the sadness they felt at having to part.

As they were finishing up their breakfasts, Angela got to her feet, tapping a knife on a glass, getting everyone’s attention. “My darlings, all you dear lovely ladies and girls, I have one more thing I’d like to say to you now, something I hope you will remember.” She was holding an iPad and looked down at it before continuing.

“There’s a quote that means a great deal to me. It’s from Henry Miller, one of my favorite authors. He said, ‘Whenever a taboo is broken, something good happens, something vitalizing. Taboos after all are only hangovers, the product of diseased minds, you might say, of fearsome people who hadn’t the courage to live and who under the guise of morality and religion have imposed these things upon us.’”

Angela took her seat again. It was quiet for a minute as the group thought about what she’d just read, and what it meant to each of them.

Carol spoke up, “Honey, will you send that to me? Email it?”

“Of course I will. I’ll send it to all of you,” Angela grinned.

Stephanie giggled to herself as she imagined the provocative quote enlarged and framed, placed in a position of prominence in the homes and offices of everyone there.

When the check was delivered, Eve leaped from her chair to grab it from the waitress, loudly insisting to Angela that she would be the one to pay this time. That drew lots of laughs and some applause as well. With a smile and a hug and a kiss, Angela conceded.

Out in the hotel parking lot, many more hugs and kisses were exchanged. It took a while before anyone was on their way, but finally, Sheila, Bridget, and the girls got in their cars, returning to their homes in San Diego, Amanda and Tina started on their long drive back to Sacramento, Eve and Gwen and Paige took off for Phoenix, and then the big conversion van drove off, heading north up the coast toward San Francisco, carrying four moms and four daughters.

—————

At the top floor of the Playa del Mar, the elevator door came to a stop and the doors silently slid open. Hand in hand, Bambi and Angela entered the expansive penthouse suite. It felt empty and too large after all the activity of the previous week.

As they walked slowly into the master bedroom, Angela sighed, “Well, honey, I guess our work is done here. We can go home now, and then… do you have any thoughts about where we should go next, or what you’d like to do?”

They sat down together on the big bed, still holding hands. After a moment, the 10-year-old knelt in front of her mother, pushing up her dress, exposing her smoothly waxed vulva. Angela was, as usual, not wearing any underwear.

Bambi grinned. “I know what I want to do next, Mommy.”

 

THE END