Bambi at the Beach, Chapter 1

  • Posted on May 17, 2015 at 1:13 pm

By Naughty Mommy

This series features two characters from my Lost Girl Game series along with several new characters. The stories can be enjoyed separately, but for a full introduction to Bambi and her mother, you may want to start here.

Bambi and I had just finished another walk up and down the beach, looking for possible prospects. We’d found several attractive women with nice-looking young daughters around the right age, but in each case there had been a man with them, presumably the husband/father. We also had seen a few sexy young mothers who were not with men, but their little girls were still too young for what Bambi and I had in mind.

So, I settled in under the beach umbrella once again, poured myself a cold drink from the thermos — Long Island iced tea — and picked up the current paperback novel I was reading. Bambi sat with me for a few minutes, then got restless and decided to keep looking on her own.

A half hour later I finished a chapter and stood up to stretch my legs and to see if I could spot Bambi. I couldn’t find her at first, until I walked down toward the water. Then I caught a glimpse of her bright blue bathing suit bouncing in the waves. She was with someone, a girl, a teenager apparently from what I could see. They were laughing and playing together.

I smiled. Leave it to Bambi to make a new friend right away. That child really was something, only 10 years old and so outgoing. I went back to the umbrella, refreshed my drink, and started to pick up the novel again.

Just as I was opening the book, Bambi came running across the sand toward me, laughing giddily. She was dripping wet, her tiny bikini barely staying on her slender body. And she was pulling someone along behind her.

“Mommy, this is Gwen! She’s really nice. She was playing with me.”

The girl Bambi had befriended wore a bright red skintight one-piece suit, racing style. She was tall and slim with an athletic body.

“Hi, Gwen. It’s nice to meet you. I’m Angela.”

“Um, hi,” she smiled. “I hope you don’t mind that I was playing with your daughter.”

“No, of course I don’t mind, not at all. I’m always happy for Bambi to make new friends.”

My daughter put her arms around the girl’s waist, hugging her. “I like her a lot, Mommy.”

Gwen laughed, “Well, she certainly is a friendly little girl.”

I looked at the teen more closely. She was a brunette with dark brown eyes, her straight hair pulled up in a ponytail. She had gorgeous long legs, small high breasts, a nice tan, and a few cute freckles on her face. Her wet bathing suit revealed every contour of her body, including stiff pointed nipples and the lovely cleft of her labia.

“Do you live around here, Gwen?”

“Uh-uh, we’re just, my mom and I and my sister are here in San Diego for like a week, on a vacation. We just got in about an hour ago. From Phoenix.”

I smiled. Bambi might have hit the winning number.

“Is your father with you?” I asked Gwen.

“No, he, um, my mom’s divorced. He doesn’t live with us. He lives in Atlanta.”

“Oh, I see. Well, we know what that’s like, don’t we, Bambi? I’m a single mom, too. Divorced.”

Gwen nodded, patting Bambi on the shoulder. My daughter still had her arms wrapped around the teenager’s waist.

There was one more important question for me to ask. “You said you’re here with your sister? How old is she?”

“Um, she’s 11. Her name is Paige.”

Bingo! I smiled warmly at the girl. “What a nice little family. I hope I’ll get to meet your mother sometime while we’re here.”

“Let’s go meet her now, Mommy!” urged Bambi.

“Well, I don’t know, sweetie,” I said. “They’re probably doing things and might not want to be interrupted.”

“No, my mom’s not doing anything important,” said Gwen, “just reading a book.”

Suddenly she realized I was holding a book in my hands, and blushed. “I mean, books are important too, of course, but just, um…”

“It’s all right, honey,” I laughed, “no need to be embarrassed. I understood what you meant.”

Gwen continued, “Anyway, I mean, you can go meet her, my mom, if you want. Or, like, I can introduce you.”

Bambi nodded eagerly at me.

I smiled and started getting up. “Okay, let’s do it then.”

My daughter let loose of the teen’s waist and jumped up and down excitedly. Now it appeared that her little blue bikini, which consisted of just four tiny triangles and a few strings, really would fall right off. I noticed that Gwen was watching her intently with a look I knew very well. It was a look of sexual lust.

The girl led us for a hundred yards or so through throngs of people to where her mother was sitting on a large beach towel. She was wearing dark glasses and reading a paperback. When she saw us approaching, she stood up.

“Mom,” said Gwen, “this is, um… Angela. And this is Bambi, her daughter. I’ve been playing in the ocean with Bambi.”

“I know, I saw you,” smiled the woman. “It looked like you were having fun.” She held out her hand to me. “My name is Eve. I’m happy to know you, Angela.”

“I’m very happy to meet you too, Eve.” As I took her hand, I shaded my eyes to get a good look at her.

She was around my age, in her late 30s or perhaps 40. Like her daughter, Eve had a slender build, although she was not as tall as Gwen and slightly shorter than me. She was a brunette, with very pretty hazel eyes. Her hair had more curl than her daughter’s, though that could have been from a permanent.

“Gwen tells me you’re from Phoenix?” I said.

“That’s right. We made the long drive over today. We left around 8:00 this morning, stopped for a picnic lunch, and finally reached the hotel just before 3:00. So, we can enjoy the beach a little while today, and then we’ll be here until next weekend.”

“Are you staying in the Playa del Mar?”

“Yes, it’s a little pricy for us, but it’s right here on the beach, so that’s nice.”

I thought it was nice too, because that’s where Bambi and I had our rooms. If anything was to happen with Eve and her two girls — I was eager to get a look at the other daughter — that would make things easier.

“Where’s Paige?” asked Bambi. As usual, she and I thought along the same lines.

“Oh, she’s down by the water, working on a sandcastle or a sculpture or something,” Eve told her.

“Let’s go see her!” Bambi started pulling on Gwen’s hand, which she’d been holding the whole time.

“Okay.” The teen happily went along with my daughter. Definitely there was an attraction.

I turned back to Eve. “How do you do it? A single mom with two busy girls to take care of, and still you look so fit. You have the body of a teenager.”

I openly admired the woman’s fairly small but nicely rounded breasts, her trim waist, slim hips, and shapely legs. She was wearing a stylish two-piece suit that accented her slender figure.

Eve grinned. “Well, mostly it’s genetics, I think. I come from a long line of thin women, and as you can see, I’ve passed it along to Gwen. But I do have a membership in a health club, and I try to get there twice a week or so.”

“What kind of work do you do?”

“I’m a legal secretary, at one of the big firms in Phoenix. We do mostly real estate and tax law. Nothing exotic, but it’s a good job. I like the work, it pays well, and the benefits are great.”

“Sounds nice.”

“How about you? What do you do?” Then she quickly put her hand on my arm. “Oh, and I’m sorry, Angela, I really should have returned the compliment. I might be fit, as you said, but you look absolutely amazing. You must work out all the time.”

I am, I must say, in great physical shape, especially for a woman of 38. I work hard to keep my figure, and I’m proud of it.

“Well, as with you,” I told her, “I have good genes to thank. But I still have to put in some effort too. Lots of days in the gym. Lots of reps on the weights and laps in the pool.”

“And what sort of work do you do?”

“Actually, I’m, well, I suppose you could say I’m independent. My family owns quite a bit of property that I inherited, so I spend my time taking care of matters there. And taking care of Bambi, of course.”

“She’s a darling little girl. So bubbly and cute,” said Eve. “Come on, let’s go down and you can meet Paige too.”

As soon as we got close, Bambi started jumping up and down again (with Gwen giving her frequent furtive glances). “Mommy, look! She made an octopus!!”

And it was true. The girl evidently had some serious artistic talent, as she had created a remarkably good representation in wet sand of a bulbous-headed creature with many slithery tentacles.

“Look at that!” I exclaimed.

Eve knelt beside her daughter, putting her arm around the girl. “Honey, that’s really good. I’m proud of you.”

Paige smiled, pleased at the attention.

“Can you stand up for a minute, and let me introduce you properly?” her mother requested.

As the 11-year-old girl got to her feet, I melted inside. Even covered in sand, Paige was stunningly beautiful, with full red lips, a cute button nose, big blue eyes and long dark eyelashes. Her light brown hair, streaked with gold from the sun, fell to her shoulders in soft natural curls.

“Angela, this is my daughter, Paige. Paige, please say hello to Angela.”


“Hello, precious,” I said, running my eyes up and down her body.

The girl was tall for her age, with long coltish legs, and had the slim shape of her mother and older sister. I was also excited to see a pair of small round bumps on her chest, about the size of ripe strawberries. They poked through her thin orange one-piece suit.

“Aren’t you just the prettiest thing in the world!”

She grinned. “Thank you.”

“You know, I’m sorry, Angela, I should have asked your last name. If you’d rather the girls called you by that, we’d be more than happy to—”

“Not at all, nothing of the sort,” I interrupted Eve. “We’re all going to be very good friends, so first names is definitely what we should use.”

“Good,” smiled the woman.

Bambi was smiling too. I could see by the gleam in her eyes that she had seduction on her mind. And so did I.

When Paige sat down again in the sand, my daughter sat next to her, while also pulling Gwen down with her to sit on her other side.

“Will you show me how to make stuff like that?” Bambi asked Paige.

“Sure, what do you want to make?”

“Um, how about a mermaid?”

“Hm, well, okay, we can try.” said Paige.

Eve and I watched as the girl started piling up more wet sand. She seemed to know just what she was doing.

There was someone else who knew what she was doing too. With Gwen’s hand in hers, Bambi casually draped the teen’s arm over her shoulder, making sure Gwen’s fingers would brush up against her flat little chest. It was clear that Bambi knew how strongly Gwen was attracted to her, and now she was fanning the flames of desire in the slender teen.

After watching the girls play for a minute longer, Eve said, “Angela, would you like to go for a walk up the beach with me? Speaking of staying in shape, I could really use some exercise. That was a long car ride this morning.”

“Yes, that sounds nice. Let’s do that.”

As we began walking, I slipped my arm companionably into hers. I would make sure we became close friends as quickly as possible.

“Were you born in Phoenix?” I asked her.

“No, I’m originally from Colorado. Boulder. My husband, that is, my ex-husband and I moved to Arizona when his company transferred him about a year after we were married.”

“So your girls were both born there?”

“Yes,” she chuckled, “they are native Phoenicians, I like to say. I was pregnant when we moved and Gwen was born a few months later. That was 16 years ago last month.” She shook her head. “The time sure goes by quickly.”

“How long have you been divorced?”

“Almost five years. It was when my husband got transferred again, this time to Atlanta. He moved there ahead of us. The plan was that I would get our stuff packed, we would let the girls finish their school year, and then we would move. But then, two months later, he told me he’d met someone in Atlanta and wanted a divorce. So that was that.”

“You don’t sound too broken up over it.”

“No, there hadn’t been much love in our marriage for several years by that point. I was dissatisfied anyway, even though I’d never been unfaithful to him. And I already had a good job, the one I have now, so I wasn’t worried about money. It was for the best, I’m sure of that.”

While we strode together along the wet sand by the edge of the waves, I watched Eve’s eyes to see what she was looking at. Would her gaze be drawn to the curvy girls in skimpy bikinis, to the muscular young men, or neither?

It turned out to be neither. She mostly just looked straight ahead or down at the water lapping at our bare feet. From that, and from the general tone of our conversation, I concluded that she probably was not a lesbian, and most likely was not even bi-curious.

She may have sublimated her sexual desires after her divorce, focusing her energy, which was considerable — she was a brisk walker! — on her children and her career. But she did seem quite open to female friendship. She held my arm closely in hers and regularly made eye contact with me.

I liked her and I was certainly attracted to her. I could easily see myself making love with this woman and enjoying it. But even more than her, I wanted her daughters, 16-year-old Gwen, and especially 11-year-old Paige. It was not going to be easy however. This one would be a lengthy seduction.

“How about you? How long have you been divorced?” asked Eve.

“For a long time. My husband left, or I asked him to leave, shortly after Bambi was born. It was basically an arranged marriage. You know, two socially prominent families with eligible young people who could join them together, that sort of thing. But I never liked him very much. He was not a good lover and never satisfied me in bed. We actually had sex only a few times, although that was enough times, of course, for me to conceive.”

Eve chuckled.

“He didn’t seem happy with me either,” I went on, “and agreed to the divorce right away. We never see him at all now. That’s something else I didn’t, and don’t, like about the man — his indifference to Bambi. For me, she’s my world. I would do anything for that child. But he hasn’t seen her even once since she was a baby. It’s kind of sad.”

She put her hand other on my arm. Her touch was warm. “Yes, it is. My ex, Ron, isn’t very good about staying in touch with the girls either,” she sighed.

“That’s why we women have to count on each other, give each other support, and…” Putting my hand over hers, I left the sentence unfinished, hoping Eve would get what I was implying.

After a minute of silence, she asked, “Do you go out much? On dates, I mean? I gather you’re not in a relationship now?”

“No, I’m not in a relationship. I haven’t been since my marriage ended. I have plenty of friends that I see socially, but my only real bond is with Bambi. As for dating, never with men. They’re not for me. I will go out with women from time to time, however.”

I watched to see how she would react to that. It didn’t seem to bother her, and she kept her hand over my arm.

“How about you? Is there a man in your life?” I asked.

Eve smiled. “No, there isn’t. There’s no one. Like you, my energies are all devoted to my daughters.”

We walked a while longer, and then she stopped, turning to look the way we’d come. Our arms became unlinked. “Okay, that’s a good long ways,” she said, “at least a mile, maybe more. Shall we head back?”

“Yes, let’s.”

As we started back up the sand, I reached for her hand and she allowed me to take it. That was a good sign. My hints, up to this point, had all been fairly well received. If her reception was not enthusiastic, at least she was not rejecting my attentions.

“Where do you and Bambi live?” she asked.

“On the east coast. We’re out here for a few days on a little vacation.”

“Do you travel a lot?”

“Yes, we do. I enjoy it, and I like to let Bambi see new places. Plus it gives us the chance to meet lovely people such as yourself and your daughters.”

She smiled and held my hand a little tighter.

“What are you doing for dinner tonight?” I inquired. “Any plans?”

I saw her blush for the first time. She thought I was asking her on a date. “You mean just me? I, uh…”

“No,” I chuckled, “I mean both you and the girls. I’d love to take us all out to dinner. I know a wonderful seafood place that’s not too far away.”

“Oh,” she giggled, giving my hand an affectionate squeeze, “I thought for a second there you were hitting on me.”

I took her arm in mine again. “Well, I may get around to that at some point. You are a very attractive woman, Eve, and I like you a lot. But for now, all I’m looking for is friendship. Our daughters seem to get along well, and if you can stand my company, I’d like us all to spend some time together. It will be my treat.”

She thought for a moment, then smiled and nodded. “That would be nice,” she said softly. “Thank you.”

Excellent, I told myself. So far, so good.

We walked a little longer, and then I asked, “Is your daughter Gwen an athlete? It certainly looks like she’s in good shape physically.”

Again, if Eve caught the double meaning of my remark, she didn’t give any indication of being bothered by it. She answered, “Yes, she plays tennis and volleyball and she’s on the swim team. She’s very active.”

“Bambi loves swimming too. I can hardly keep her out of the water. The problem is keeping her in that little bikini that keeps wanting to fall off.”

That made Eve laugh. “I, well, you know, I wasn’t going to say anything, but since you brought it up, I, um… nothing, never mind.”

“No, please, go on. What were you going to say?”

She put her other hand on my arm. “I hope you’ll forgive me for being so personal, but I’m curious why you would let her, such a young girl I mean, a child, wear a skimpy little bathing suit like that. It seems more suited to, well, to someone older.”

“I don’t mind you asking personal questions. Feel free to ask me anything you want. I mean that, anything. As for Bambi, she loves to dress up in clothes that are mature for her age. She just turned 10, but she’s always after me to buy her sexy dresses and let her wear shoes with heels and so on. It makes her happy, and I don’t see any harm in pleasing her that way.”

Eve thought for a moment. Then she said, “No, I suppose you’re right. If it makes her happy.”

“Does it make you uncomfortable seeing her body displayed that way?”

“No, no, please, I — I’m sorry if I offended you. It’s just that it’s unusual, that’s all.”

I patted her arm. “I’m not offended. I’m only interested in learning more about what you think, what makes you tick. As I said, Eve, you’re a very attractive woman, and I’d like to get to know you better.”

After that, we were both quiet for several minutes. Then I asked, “Can you ever see yourself getting married again?”

She took a few moments to think about her answer. “Maybe. But maybe not. I can see myself staying single, maybe forever. I like it. At this point, I’m really not interested in, you know, in dating and all that. I have other things on my mind. But who knows, maybe someday.”

“Can I ask you a personal question?”

“Yes, of course,” she giggled, “please do. Ask me anything.”

If she was mocking me a bit, I didn’t mind. The teasing was another sign of a growing intimacy between us.

“So, if you’re not in a relationship, and you don’t go out on dates, what do you do to satisfy your… your needs?”

“That is a personal question. But okay, I said you could ask me anything.” She took a deep breath. “I, um, I masturbate, of course, like I suppose almost everyone does. And I…… ”

“Go on.”

“Can I confess something to you?”

“Yes, of course.” I held her arm tighter.

“I may have come late to it, but just in the last few months, I finally discovered Internet pornography. There’s so much of it! Do you know what I mean?”

“Yes, I do know what you mean,” I laughed.

“So, after I realized how much there was to see, I, well, I’ve been spending a lot of time almost every night exploring and, um, satisfying my curiosity and my, well, myself.”


“Yes,” she giggled. “A lot. Does that surprise you?”

“Maybe a little. From the outside, you seem pretty calm and cool. But I guess there’s a flame burning inside, right?”

“Yeah,” she giggled again, “and it’s burning pretty hot.”

I was about to ask Eve what sort of porn most appealed to her, but then I noticed that we were almost back to where we’d left the girls.

So I said, “We should talk more about this later. It’s healthy for women to share these things with each other, I think. Not keep everything bottled up.”

“You’re probably right.”

Continue on to Chapter 2


39 Comments on Bambi at the Beach, Chapter 1

  1. Jen Lee says:

    Wonderful beginning with a nice build up. I look forward to reading more.

    Lix from Jen

  2. drew says:

    very nice start – so many possibilities!

  3. Evan says:

    love the build up and the story… the seduction, the nuances – all stimulating! Keep writing!

  4. Cheryl says:

    Naughty Mommy, I am really loving this! We get re-acquainted with some of my favorite characters and meet some others to add the needed spice. I can’t wait to see where this leads and how the seduction finds its success! Just moist right now with thinking of the possibilities. The real flood will “come” later. 🙂

  5. Terri says:

    Love the start NM….as always, looking forward to where this adventure takes us all…so glad to see your stories again….

    kitty kisses,

    Terri XOXO

  6. You’re all so sweet. Thank you for the kind words. ♥ This one will be a long, slow seduction, but guess what — we’re also going to have some nasty sex in there too, hee-hee. 😀

  7. DaughterLover says:

    Wonderful start to this one, and I’m all for long, slow seductions 🙂 Some things (such as your stories) are always worth the wait!

  8. Griff says:

    You are evil… Granted a good and extremely sexy evil, but none the less evil. How do you leave me hanging like that? If there is not more posted within 24hours I will become very very slightly rather on the put out side of miffed. I will then be forced to wait very extremely patiently for more to be posted and you do not want to see me patiently waiting for some of the best writing I have ever seen on the internet. And I am not easily impressed. So please, I am begging in the most patiently extreme way I am able for you to sit and write more of these delicious chapters. Don’t make me have to use a hyperbole. You wont like me using hyperbole.

    • writerz01 says:

      Beautiful start. Mom’s are engaging each other and are the daughters. The girls are of nice ages.

  9. If I’ve said it once, I’ve said it a billion times — there is absolutely, positively nothing I hate more in the world than hyperbole!!

    Hee-hee, that said, I am going to make you wait a little while, Griff, for the next chapter. But I hope, as DaughterLover suggests, that it will be worth the wait. And thank you both for the compliments on my writing! That makes Mommy very happy. 😀 xoxo

  10. Tray21 says:

    Great start, I can’t wait until the next chapter. I think the first to fall will be Gwen, that little Bambi horny already, and ready to be felt up. So am I.

  11. Aliciamom says:

    Wonderful buildup. Looking forward to playtime!

  12. John says:

    Very, very good start. Thank you! Looking forward to where this goes.

  13. MargaretSexyMum says:

    Angela and Bambi are such a dynamic (and kinky) duo. A mother-daughter pairing to treasure …. and dream of meeting.

  14. JetBoy says:

    Another gem from Naughty Mommy’s pen. I loved it, and am eagerly anticipating Part 2. Not sure exactly what’s going to happen, but I know that it’ll be good!

  15. PoppaBear says:

    Oh, Mommy, those bottoms, I have to drag myself away from them to get down here and tell you, that, as ever, I love your story about Bambi and Angela, and you know I love the first one. It’s still my favourite.

    You write so well. It’s a joy to read every word.

    I’ve just spent several hours completing the editing of a couple of good stories by another asstr author.

    I can’t help offering.

    After forty years I’m a compulsive editor, and that’s why it’s so good to read yours, and Cheryl’s and JetBoy’s stories. All I need to do is relax and read – no niggly interruptions.

    Thank you for this great story, I hope it goes on and on and on. Takes your time over the seduction. I’m loving every moment of it.

    And, thank you, all of you for this excellent site.

    Poppabear aka PoppaClyde2

  16. Dan says:

    Great start!! Can’t wait to see the direction this one takes!! It will be good regardless of who does who!! Lol

  17. Thank you all — you’re so sweet! ♥ ♥ ♥ And just for you, Chapter 2 is coming tomorrow (Sunday).

  18. Carly says:

    What a wonderful story! I love the slow seduction. Can’t wait for the next chapter!

  19. PoppaBear says:

    This just gets better and better.

    The scenes we are all waiting for, with the two mother and the three daughters will be awesome, but I hope (I know) they won’t come to soon while we enjoy the delightful seduction of Eve, and Gail and Paige by Angela and Bambi.

    You are a star, NM.

  20. Thanks, Poppa! I assume you meant Gwen, not Gail… although is it possible there’s someone named Gail standing off to the side, watching them, that I hadn’t noticed?

  21. paigephilips says:

    Love the clarity of your writing, and love the fact that the characters are believable — I’m off to the rest of the chapters — great rainy summer day reading!

  22. Thanks, Paige! I’m glad you found us, and I hope you’ll “come” here often, hee-hee 😉

  23. Brenda says:

    OMG Dont stop……..beautiful………..mommie daughter love and sex. How I want that, sooooooooooooo badly. Cant wait to read the rest of the chapters. Thank you thank you thank you for this beautiful expression of love and passion. God, little girls are the MOST beautiful jewels on earth!

  24. Danny says:

    Really loving the slow seduction; can’t wait to see how this develops further 🙂

    That point where you are feeling out the other person’s interests and kinks is always so exciting.

  25. Russ says:

    Your writing is amazing. I have always found real people and situations far more exciting than professional actors and pure porn writing. I have no idea if you have had any personal experience in line with the stories you write (that would be awesome though). Your stories read as if they are first hand accounts. The way you begin with Angela and Bambi searching for new lovers, which ones are good prospects and others not, seems very natural. Angela asking herself as she walks with Eve if Eve may be open to her affections and seeming to second guess herself is very real and honest. In any developing relationship we all have hopes and doubts and strategize how best to seduce a potential lover. Your stories, for me at least, are deeper than just being about sex. I think Angela is searching for something bigger than herself. She is an intelligent, passionate and sensual woman who yearns for the closeness of an intimate relationship but fears that if she were to commit to someone she would be hurt again as she was by Bambi’s father. I have read “The Lost Girl Game” and am just now starting “Bambi at the Beach” so I may be talking out of my butt. At any rate I wanted you to know how much I enjoy your writing.

    Thank you so very much,

    P.S.: I read your bio and the fact that you are a devout Christian hiding what most Christians would call a blasphemous secret, makes your stories all that more exciting.

    • Hi Russ,

      Thank you very much for your comment and all those lovely things you said about my writing. I’m glad to hear you really appreciate Angela, she’s one of my favorite characters too. I suppose in a lot of ways I wish I could be just like her!

      I’m sorry to disappoint you, though, because I’m definitely not a Christian — not religious as all, in fact. I’m not sure where you read that. But it certainly is true that most people who know me have no idea about all the naughty things going on inside my head. 😉

  26. Russ says:

    Sorry bout the confusion about the Christian thing and there is no apology needed or disappointment had. Anyway, thank you for responding; I’m sure you have many fans and it is impressive that you have time to respond to everyone. This is the first time I have ever written to someone like this. Around 3am I finally went to bed so I’m not sure what chapter I ended with, but it appears that something big is building on the beach. I knew right away when Angela mentioned the spaciousness of the penthouse that we were in for an exciting group gathering. I am very excited to see how everything plays out. I was going to say have a great night but I don’t know what time zone you are in. I’m in the central Atlantic states so wherever or whenever you are; have a great one.


  27. Russ says:

    Such a large body of work; and to think it was probably all typed with one hand…tee hee. Hope all is well. Have a wonderful night.


  28. sue says:

    I read this chapter again, and couldn’t stop. The build up, the very real feel. Already knowing about Angela and Bambi, the slow seduction of Eve and her daughters, so very hot. I read all the chapters up to Serendipity. Just great, still.

  29. Jozef says:

    One of the first stories I read on here. Great then. great now.

  30. jenny says:

    hey, I love your stories!

    Where in Europe do you live?

    I am a single lesbian mom of a 11 year old girl. We are moving from NYC to Paris soon. Curious to speak with you about life over there. Send me an email if you want.


    • Hi Jenny, we are in Central Europe — and that’s about as specific as I’d like to be. I have a strict rule about never revealing my actual identity or my physical address to readers or to Internet correspondents. One has to be careful, you know.

      With that said, I am willing to answer at least some questions about living in Europe (which I love, by the way). I’ll email you with this same message in case you don’t see it here.

  31. romysan says:

    glad u and all are back naughty mommy . keep up the good work. thanks more would be very nice !

  32. sue says:

    One of my favorite beginnings to the most epic story ever here. a true classic.

  33. kaleonani says:

    Angela is right about not letting sex be bottled up inside, you need to talk freely about it without being embarrassed about the subject. Sex is important in any relationship and it were meant to be enjoyed by all. Find your niche in where you’re at in sexual pleasure and don’t be ashamed in sharing your heart. Lesbians do have the best sex but with multiple orgasms whew I don’t know.

  34. Leigh says:

    I read this story before I just live the fact that Bambi wants to have sex with either daughter of Eve. It would be great to see her 10 year old body naked but it seems fantasies and imagination is the only way. Paige 11 and Gwen 16 so cool. Thank you.

  35. eric says:

    Nice slow, teasing build-up. I’m left with the image of Bambi almost falling out of her bikini. I’m looking forward to the nasty sex, of course, promised somewhere in the comments above. I hope there’s a two woman, three girl orgy. 🙂

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