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Dinner at the condo would be burgers and hot dogs cooked outside on the barbecue along with potato salad from the grocery store deli. While Stephanie and Stacie were getting things started there, Kelly took the kids upstairs for quick showers, washing off the sand and salt. They came back out refreshed a short while later wearing dry bathing suit bottoms, and by then everything was almost ready. There was more cold beer for the grownups with the meal, and soft drinks for the kids. For dessert, they had fresh strawberries with vanilla ice cream.
After eating and cleaning up, they sat on the deck together, watching the sun go down, enjoying the warm air and the soft breeze. The women had never put their tops back on following their sunbathing, and the girls, seeing that, had copied them. So all were topless: four women, three little girls, and a young teenager.
The area they were staying in was comparatively private. The condo next to theirs seemed to be unoccupied, and they’d noticed people going in and out of the other nearby units only a few times. Most of the beach activity was to the north of them, in front of the big hotel and beyond. Occasional wanderers along the edge of the surf paid them scant attention.
“This is the life, isn’t it?” Veronica commented to no one in particular.
Carol clinked beer bottles with her. “I’ll say.” Gazing around, she felt like the luckiest woman alive. Perfect weather, beautiful scenery, her beloved daughter and granddaughter close to her, along with Veronica, Stephanie, Kelly, and those adorable twins.
Her thoughts turned again toward sex, which in recent weeks was not unusual for Carol. Even before that, years before, when her husband was still alive, she’d had an active libido. Unfortunately he had not, and so almost all of her sexual activity during most of her life was solitary masturbation. Until recently, that is.
Just look at all those delectable female bodies, she mused, each so different and all so desirable. And what an age range… let’s see, Jordan is the youngest, only 7, Holly and Hailey are 8, and Kelly is 14. My daughter, Stacie, is 25 now, and Stephanie I think is 29. My sister is 41 and I’m 44.
I want to have sex with every single one of them, Carol said to herself, and I hope during this vacation I will.
Veronica couldn’t stop thinking about what had happened earlier, how she and Carol had spread lotion on one another that afternoon, massaging it in much more sensually than was necessary, both becoming highly aroused in the process. They had even fondled each other’s erect nipples — now that was not typical behavior between grown sisters.
Was it wrong? Did it make her a pervert to get so excited by the lure of incest? She and Stephanie frequently would share their most forbidden fantasies while making love. It thrilled them both to talk about having sex with underage girls, teenagers or even younger. But that’s all it was, just talk, and they never discussed their own children that way or any other family members either. Lesbian incest was not part of their repertoire in turning each other on.
But perhaps it should be. Why not, if it’s simply a naughty fantasy? She would have to talk it over with Stephanie. As partners, they kept nothing from each other.
When could she do that, though? When would she have the opportunity? Thanks to Carol’s wacky idea about shaking up the sleeping arrangements every night — Musical Beds, she called it — Veronica would share a bed tonight with Kelly, her daughter. And as she thought about that, she felt a sudden unexpected tingling between her legs. Whoa! First my sister makes me juicy and now my own child too? I guess I really am turning into some kind of pervert.
“Mom?” said Kelly.
“Yes, honey?”
Veronica opened her eyes. Glancing down at her crotch, she reminded herself to keep her legs together. Don’t need to be showing everyone how wet I’m getting again.
“Do you know if there’s any good snorkeling here? Like any reefs or anything?”
“No, I don’t know. Carol, do you know if there is?”
“Uh-uh,” her sister replied, shaking her head. “Sorry, I never checked on that.”
“I’m sure they’d know at the hotel,” put in Stephanie. “Tomorrow I’ll walk over there with you and we’ll find someone who can tell us, okay?”
“Good. Thanks, Mommy,” smiled Kelly.
It occurred to Stephanie that they also could look online. It shouldn’t be too hard to locate that kind of information on her laptop. Perhaps after a while she and Kelly would do that. For the moment, though, it was so relaxing to just lie there quietly, listening to the waves, breathing in the salt air…
…except… damn, why did she have to go and think about her laptop? Now the old urge was back, that unquenchable desire to sneak a quick look at a few of her favorite sites, see if she could find any new photo sets of barely clothed or even unclothed sexy young girls, maybe a new pervy story or two at the places where she browsed for lesbian erotica. Veronica was right, she definitely was addicted.
But no, she would do her best to forget all that for now, just put it out of her mind. Later on tonight, maybe. Although, Stephanie realized, that was a problem too. Tonight she would be sharing a bed and a bedroom with her daughter Hailey. The little girl undoubtedly would go to sleep before she did, but could she then open her laptop, find something hot, and masturbate with Hailey right there in bed next to her?
“What is that you asked?” Jordan said to Kelly.
“Huh?”
“Snore-something, what is that?”
“Oh, snorkeling,” Kelly giggled. “It’s when you, like, put on a mask and fins and look for fish and coral and stuff like that in the ocean.”
“Do you like doing that?”
“Yeah, it’s awesome, but I’ve only done it one time before, when we were in Mexico last year.”
Jordan was sitting beside Kelly, holding her hand. She loved and worshiped the older girl. She looked at her boobs. They were kind of small, like Mommy’s, not big like Nanna’s, but Jordan liked them a lot. She wished she could touch Kelly’s boobs and suck on her nipples. Probably they couldn’t do that now, though, even if she didn’t know why not. But she wanted to do something, not just sit there. Sucking on Kelly’s nipples would be nice, or riding Pony on her tongue. That would be really nice. Why can’t we always do that kind of stuff, she wondered, whenever we want to?
Kelly knew that Jordan was looking at her breasts. She remembered how amazing it felt to have the little girl’s hands on them the night before, in bed at the motel. It was unbelievable that a 7-year-old could turn her on so much. I mean, Jordan was such a totally great kisser — and she said her grandmother, Carol, taught her how to kiss that way! That was so wild and so hot. Kelly turned to smile at the child, squeezing her hand.
“You wanna do something?” Jordan asked.
“Like what?”
“Um, go for a walk, or go inside and play?”
“What would you want to play?”
Jordan grinned. “I could teach you Pony.”
“What is that? What’s Pony?”
Their conversation was loud enough for everyone to hear, but only Carol and Stacie knew the significance of ‘Pony’. Carol didn’t react. She just smiled to herself. Stacie looked up, however, frowning at Jordan. She crooked her finger.
“Oops. I have to tell you later.”
Jordan went to Stacie, who was in a lounge chair across from them. She climbed up and lay on top of her mother. After they kissed on the lips, Jordan asked in a quiet voice, “Mommy, why can’t I talk about Pony, and Pony-Pony? I like to.”
“I know, honey, but, um… come on, let’s go inside for a minute. I need to get something.”
Stacie told the others they’d be right back, and they went into the condo.
“I just want to get shirts or sweaters or something for us, in case it gets cold,” she said to Jordan as they started up the stairs. Reaching the master bedroom, where Stacie would sleep that night with little Holly, she closed the door behind them and sat down on the king-size bed, taking Jordan onto her lap.
“Now, sweetie, I know you like to talk about playing Pony and Pony-Pony, and I know how much you love to play those fun games with me and Nanna. I love playing them too, and you know how much Nanna does. So, it’s not wrong for you to want to talk about them, but see, some people might not understand. Some people might think it’s wrong for mommies and their little girls to play games like that, you know, when they’re naked and everything. So we have to be careful when we talk about it.”
“How come?”
“Well, like I said, some people just might not, um, agree with the things we’re doing. They might think it’s bad, and they might get mad at us.”
“Kelly wouldn’t get mad.”
That made Stacie smile. Impulsively she kissed her daughter on the mouth, then nuzzled her nose. “Well, maybe you’re right, maybe she wouldn’t. But you know, I’m not so sure about her mom, Veronica, or her other mom, Stephanie. And see, if they would think it’s bad, then Kelly wouldn’t want to tell them and then she’d have to keep a secret from her moms. So that’s why we shouldn’t tell Kelly.”
Jordan frowned. “But it’s not bad, is it?”
“No, baby, it’s not bad, not at all. It’s a very good thing when mommies and little girls can love each other as much as we do and play these very special games together.” After looking into her daughter’s eyes for a moment, Stacie brought her lips to Jordan’s and they kissed again, this one lasting a bit longer.
She began to pull back then, ready to say it was time for them to go downstairs, but something stopped her.
Maybe it was that Jordan had her hand on her breast and was toying with the nipple, making it quickly grow long and hard. Or maybe it was the way her daughter was sighing and licking her lips as she stared at the breast. Whatever it was, Stacie suddenly pulled her little girl close, mashing their lips together, thrusting her tongue into Jordan’s mouth. They kissed deeply, wetly, passionately, almost violently, mother and daughter locked in an incestuous lesbian embrace.
Jordan squeezed her Mommy’s stiff nipple as she sucked on her tongue. She loved it when they both would get so excited like that. It was really fun. Probably it meant they would do even more. She really wanted to. She needed to. The last few days with all that traveling and being in a big group, she and Mommy and Nanna didn’t get to do all the things they liked to do and she missed it a lot. So she pulled and twisted her mother’s nipple as she played with her tongue in her mouth.
Then, just when Mommy stopped the kiss and was breathing so hard, Jordan leaned down and started sucking on a big long nipple. Oh, it was so nice! She loved her Mommy’s nipples so much. She sucked and sucked like she was a baby, and she heard her mother saying, “Yes, yes,” and telling her how good it was. Then she felt Mommy’s hand on her bottom. One hand was behind her head, pulling her close and petting her, but the other hand was grabbing her bottom. Only now Mommy’s hand went inside her bikini, squeezing her cheeks and then sliding into her crack. Mommy’s hand was between her legs, touching her there. It felt so nice, the way Mommy was touching her, rubbing her, playing with her — but Jordan needed something else now, she needed Pony.
She took her mouth away from the wet nipple and looked up at her mother’s face. “I wanna ride Pony on you,” she said.
Stacie nodded. She would do that with the child, gladly. She knew the others were downstairs, perhaps wondering where they were or what they were doing, but she didn’t care. Right now all that mattered was the intense love they shared, their fiery hot desire for each other.
She lay back on the bed. Jordan untied the strings on her bikini bottom and she was nude. Stacie looked at her daughter’s smooth, impossibly sexy little body and felt a renewed surge of lust. She wanted her all the time.
Jordan moved up on the bed and straddled her Mommy’s face. Pulling back her hairless pussy lips, she exposed her pink clit. Stacie extended her tongue.
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It wasn’t working. Stephanie couldn’t get them out of her mind now, all those alluring images and erotic tales that turned her on so much. She loved sex with Veronica, no question about that, but she also loved sex with herself, masturbating while she gazed at pictures or read stories on the Internet. That was an important part of her day, almost every day. During their vacation, though, it hadn’t been possible, and she missed it.
She thought about some of her favorite photo sets, those incredibly desirable young girls, just 10 or 12 years old, posing for her in lingerie or little bikinis or, oh my god, in skintight leotards where you could see practically everything. Yes, she loved those. And the stories too. She remembered the last one she’d enjoyed the day before their guests arrived. It was about a mom and her twin daughters and the sexy fun they had in bed together. Stephanie came so hard when she read that. She clenched her thigh muscles now, stimulating her clit — and then realized this was probably not the time nor the place.
Opening her eyes, she glanced down at her nipples. They were fully erect. Would anyone notice that and wonder why? It certainly wasn’t cold enough to use that for an excuse. Oh well, nothing much she could do about it. She leaned her head back and tried again to stop thinking about porn, about mothers having sex with their daughters…
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Stacie looked up at her daughter, her tempting pussy held wide open, pink and glistening. The little girl was very wet inside. Jordan looked into her mother’s eyes. They smiled at each other, and then the child lowered her clit onto Stacie’s tongue. When they made contact, Jordan shivered with excitement. After a moment, she began to move very slowly back and forth, sliding her erect clit just over the tip of her Mommy’s tongue. The 7-year-old closed her eyes, concentrating on the feelings. “Ride the pony,” she whispered, “ride the pony.”
It was the best thing she had ever done, Stacie thought, the best decision she’d ever made. The choice to have sex with her daughter, to commit lesbian incest, was certainly not an easy one, but she was very glad that she had. It was her mother, of course, who had encouraged her to do it and she’d been absolutely right. Having sex with each other made them happier and brought them closer together, all three of them, than Stacie ever thought possible.
Now she held Jordan’s bottom in her hands, squeezing the firm cheeks, pulling her in a little more each time she slid forward. The girl’s open pussy was almost inside her mouth. She could taste her sweet juices. Jordan was moving faster and faster, obviously getting very close very quickly with Stacie’s tongue gliding up and down inside her slit.
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Twin girls, yes, twin little girls. God that was so hot. In the exciting story Stephanie had read, the girls were 11 years old when they first had sex with their mother. But they’d supposedly been masturbating together for a couple of years before that. It made her wonder about her own daughters, Holly and Hailey. They seemed so young to her, so innocent, almost babies in a way, and yet…
Stephanie opened her eyes and looked to the side. The twins were in lounge chair next to hers, squeezed in together, their smooth slender bodies side by side, nearly identical and entirely beautiful. She gazed at them, at their legs, their tummies, their flat chests with little nipples, their pretty faces, tiny noses, pink lips, curly blonde hair…
So very beautiful, so angelic, and yes, they really were sexy too, weren’t they? Stephanie almost never thought of them like that. They were just babies, her precious children, but still, if you looked at them in a certain way, and if you thought about the intimate things you might want to do with them… she squeezed her thighs together again.
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Jordan let go of her pussy lips, leaning forward, resting her hands on the bed, moving fast fast fast on her Mommy’s tongue, riding the pony hard. It was almost time now, almost time, just a little more, a little bit more.
Stacie could hardly wait — she loved having her daughter come in her mouth. That’s right, baby, that’s my little girl, come for Mommy!
The child’s eyes were shut tight, her face in a grimace, her small body shiny with sweat as she rocked her pelvis up and down, fucking her mother’s face. Jordan panted, held her breath, panted again, almost there, faster faster faster — and — and — yes yes yes yes right NOW!!
When her little girl reached climax, Stacie wrapped her arms tightly around her thighs, pulling her sex into her mouth, sucking her clit, swallowing her juices.
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No, I really have to stop this. That’s wrong. Mothers don’t have sex with their children, with their own daughters. Stephanie willed herself to relax, to quit squeezing her legs together, to just calm down and take it easy.
She took several deep breaths, slowly letting them out, trying her best to think soothing thoughts. After a minute or so, she opened her eyes and sat up.
The sun was almost down to the horizon, ready to dip into the Pacific Ocean. She looked at her watch. It was nearly 8:00 o’clock. Where were Stacie and Jordan? They’d been gone a while, hadn’t they? I hope they’re okay, and no one is sick or anything. Maybe I’ll go check on them.
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As her all-consuming orgasm finally came to an end, Jordan slid off to the side, collapsing onto the bed. Stacie turned and took the girl in her arms, hugging her, caressing her, showering her face with kisses, her own lips still wet with the child’s pussy juice.
“Oh, honey, I love you so much, my pretty girl, my darling girl, Mommy loves her little baby so much!”
Jordan smiled weakly, her eyes glazed, her body still trembling. But she was feeling good, so happy they did it! She’d needed that so much!
“Stacie?”
They heard Stephanie’s voice, her feet coming up the stairs.
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