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It seemed to Gwen like an orgasm that would never end. With her fingers rubbing and squeezing her clit and her dripping vagina pressed against her mother’s mouth, she just kept coming and coming and coming. She wasn’t sure if her mom had tried to lick her or not. Gwen had been too carried away by her climax to even notice, and anyway her mother had been coming at the same time, she thought, so maybe she was busy too.
But as she recovered and slowly lifted her crotch away, her body still shuddering with residual spasms, Gwen smiled when she saw the way her mom was licking her lips, actually smacking them together, relishing the taste of her daughter’s pussy juice. And it really was all over her, everywhere. The teenager almost always got very wet when she masturbated, especially when she climaxed. At home she would usually keep a towel under her.
It was sort of comical to see the mess she’d made on her mother’s face, but it was exciting too. Just think of it — she’d had an orgasm right on top of her mom, gushing all over her, in her mouth and everything. She was having lesbian sex with her mother, and so was her little sister!
Gwen turned her head to look at Paige. The younger girl was sitting on her knees, wearing a big grin. With one hand she was wiping her mouth. Her other hand was between her legs, gently cupping her hairless pussy.
“Did you come too?” Gwen asked.
“Uh-huh,” Paige nodded, her smile growing even wider.
When Gwen shifted off of her, Eve sat up. “Wow,” the woman laughed, “what a great way to start the day!”
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Bridget pushed herself to a sitting position. With her second climax that morning, she’d collapsed from her knees onto her side, overcome with passion as she masturbated, watching her sister Sheila reach orgasm with her own daughter Fiona licking her pussy.
“Wow…” Bridget panted, pushing damp strands of hair from her sweaty forehead. “Wow…”
Fiona was lying atop Sheila now, hugging and kissing her mom, the two of them giggling happily. Sheila had her hands on Fiona’s little bottom, squeezing her cheeks.
Fiona’s older sister, Erin, grinned as she saw them sharing affection. She’d been down between her mother’s legs along with Fiona, offering instruction. Bridget’s little girl, Debby, only 9 years old, had joined them too, wanting to see what they were doing.
Everyone was naked, the moms and the daughters. They’d enjoyed a slumber party on the floor in the family room the night before, cuddling together under sheets and blankets. Tender kisses and caresses soon had turned into a thrilling celebration of lesbian incest.
Taking a deep breath and slowly letting it out, Bridget shook her head and said it one more time. “Wow…”
Debby got to her feet. “Mommy, I’m hungry. Can we have waffles?”
Everyone laughed. Waffles was one of the favorites for a family breakfast at Sheila’s house.
“Of course we can, honey,” smiled Bridget. Then she turned to her sister. “You don’t mind if we mess up your kitchen, do you, Shiel?”
“Hell, no,” Sheila grinned, as she sat up along with Fiona. “That’s what it’s there for, to get messed up.”
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Angela and Bambi and Tina and Amanda weren’t done yet.
Within seconds after they’d completed their four simultaneous orgasms, Angela was turning her 10-year-old daughter onto her back and diving between her legs, licking the girl’s hot pussy. Tina was a little slower to recover, but soon followed Angela’s lead, getting down between Amanda’s legs, kissing and licking her daughter.
The children, especially Bambi, were sexually resilient and extremely responsive. Both were capable of multiple orgasms within a short time. And it didn’t take Bambi long at all. With her mother’s skillful licking and sucking, soon the girl was climaxing again, crying out as she came in Angela’s mouth.
Amanda wasn’t far behind. It excited her to see her friend enjoying herself, and it felt really great the way her mom was licking her… except she needed it in just a certain place. Without even really thinking about what she was doing, she reached down and took her mommy’s head in her hands, guiding her tongue to where she wanted it.
Tina loved this, seeing Amanda become so excited, so turned on that she would take over the action, doing whatever she needed to gain satisfaction, to reach climax. She seemed to be naturally sexual, instinctively carnal, even at such a young age. Perhaps all little girls were, given the opportunity.
Closing her eyes, Amanda arched her pelvis, shoving her pussy into her mother’s mouth, rubbing her swollen clit against the warm wet tongue faster and faster and faster and faster — and then she too was coming.
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“Whew, I’m all sweaty,” Eve chuckled, fanning her face, “not to mention all sticky and gooey.”
She winked at Gwen, who giggled in response. The teenager still could see plenty of her shiny liquids on her mom’s cheeks and chin.
“The tub in the bathroom is not that big here,” said Eve, “but I think it would be fun if we could take a shower together, all three of us at once. What do you think? You want to try?”
“Sure,” Paige grinned.
“Yeah, okay,” agreed Gwen, “but, um, are we still going to the zoo today?”
“Oh, I’d actually forgot about that,” said her mother. “But I suppose we can, if you want to.”
“Yeah, I do,” Gwen nodded.
“Okay, um… let’s take a shower first and get cleaned up and dressed. Then I’ll call Angela and tell her not to expect us for brunch today. Maybe we’ll have dinner with them later or something.”
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They still weren’t done. Angela was on top of Bambi now, scissoring with her, pushing her juicy cunt against the little girl’s, fucking her daughter.
Lifting her face from Amanda’s pussy, Tina shook her head in astonishment. It was amazing to see that pair together, Bambi and Amanda. Neither of them ever seemed to get enough. And as she continued watching, Tina felt herself becoming more and more aroused. She wondered, could she come, doing that with Amanda? She wasn’t sure. They’d never done it that way, but she wanted to give it a try.
Getting to her knees, holding up one of her daughter’s legs in her hands, Tina positioned herself the same as Angela, and then began moving, sliding her pussy slowly back and forth against Amanda’s. God, it felt so great.
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Before heading for the kitchen to start making breakfast, Sheila and Bridget and their girls shared a nice long naked hug, two moms and three daughters standing and holding each other, pressing in close, kissing and caressing, murmuring I love you’s. The warm family hug finally ended with happy giggles when Debby said, “Okay, waffles now?”
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“FUCK — FUCK — FUCK” Angela shouted with each thrust of her cunt against her daughter’s mound “FUCK — FUCK — GOD — YES — FUCK!!!!” And then she was climaxing.
Bambi came at the same time. She and her mom often did this, tribbing together. They were expert at it and frequently enjoyed simultaneous orgasms while fucking each other pussy to pussy.
It would take Tina a minute longer. But the excitement of seeing and hearing Angela come on top of her daughter with Bambi coming under her brought Tina right to the edge. Only a few more strokes, just a few more, and she was almost there… but then she felt small hands on her hips. Amanda was holding her, guiding her again, moving her exactly where she wanted her.
“Uh-huh, uh-huh baby, show me what you want,” Tina moaned.
Amanda didn’t reply. Her eyes were closed. She held her mom, adjusting her, until everything was just right. They started moving again, faster and faster, mother and daughter fucking fucking fucking fucking — and then they were both coming.
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A few floors below them in the hotel, Eve and Gwen and Paige were enjoying their sexy shower, having fun squeezing in together, getting all soapy and sharing playful kisses. After they finished, Eve phoned Angela’s suite, but there was no answer. She left a message, saying she would call again later.
The girls and their mom went down to the hotel coffee shop for a quick breakfast, and then were on their way to the San Diego Zoo.
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At last they were sated. Angela climbed out of bed, standing tall and stretching, running her hands through her blonde hair, damp with sweat. Her whole curvaceous bronzed body glowed with a sheen of perspiration.
“God, you’re gorgeous,” sighed Tina. She was sitting next to Amanda, who was sitting up now too, smiling happily.
“Oh, thank you.” Angela winked at Tina. “I do try my best to stay in shape. I want to keep myself attractive to sexy young things like you.”
“I’m not that young, though. I’m 32.”
“Well, with your slim figure and your small breasts and especially those adorable dimples, you look just like a teenager to me.”
With a laugh, Bambi bounced out of bed. “Yeah, but Mommy, you like little girls more than you like teenagers. Girls with no boobs at all, like me and Amanda.”
“That’s true enough,” her mother chuckled, “I do like young girls very much. But I like teenagers too, and beautiful grownup women as well. Like the lovely Tina.” She sent her another wink.
Tina grinned at the seductive woman. But then suddenly she frowned. “Oh, I just remembered. Me and Amanda don’t have any clothes here, just our suits. We need to go back to the motel.”
“You know, I’ve been thinking about that,” said Angela, “and I don’t see why you and Amanda shouldn’t move in here with us. We have the extra bedroom in the suite, no one’s using it.”
“Oh, but we couldn’t —”
“Hush. Of course you could. Let’s do this. We’ll take a quick shower, just a shower, mind you, no fooling around. I’ll call room service before we get in and have them bring up some coffee and fruit and yogurt and danishes, and then after we eat a little something we’ll walk over to your motel. I’ll go with you, you can put on some of my clothes if you don’t want to wear your bathing suit, and…”
“But I —”
“Now, listen,” Angela had her hands on her hips, looking sternly at Tina. “I don’t want to hear any backtalk. Just do as I say.”
“Yes, ma’am,” the younger woman replied, smiling sheepishly.
“How many nights have you paid for?”
“Um, I gave them a credit card, like for the week. Until Saturday.”
“All right, that’s fine. I’ll go with you but let you do the talking. You’ll tell the people at the motel that you’re checking out early and you only want to pay for the nights you’ve used so far. Ask them nicely, show your pretty smile, your dimples, and I’m quite sure they’ll agree. You may have to pay for one more night, possibly, but even so you’ll be saving money, right?”
“Well…” Tina couldn’t argue with her reasoning, and saving the extra money did seem like a nice idea, so she agreed.
They had their shower, their breakfast, and then strolled to the motel. Angela was right, of course, it was easy, and in fact they did not even have to pay for an extra day. Tina was very pleased.
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It was about a half hour drive to the zoo through typically heavy southern California traffic. Along the way Eve listened as her daughters chatted all about their exciting new experiences of the past few days.
Eve once again mused how amazing it was that they could even be talking about such things — let alone actually doing them — having sex with each other, and quite possibly soon with other moms and little girls too. What an astonishing change in their lives in a very short time. Not only astonishing but wonderful, she smiled to herself.
They followed the signs and turned off the busy freeway, eventually finding a parking space. The lot was already almost full and they could see crowds of tourists streaming toward the entrance. But as Eve locked the car, she found herself laughing out loud. She felt insanely happy, giddy, euphoric. It was a beautiful day with not a cloud in the sky. The air was fresh, the sun was warm, and she was starting a new life.
She let out a whoop of pure joy. A few of the other visitors turned to look. Her daughters stared at her. But Eve didn’t care. She grabbed Paige and Gwen, spinning them around, hugging them and kissing them.
“Come on, girls, let’s go have fun! Today you can do anything, buy anything, eat anything, I don’t mind at all. Whatever you want, it’s yours!”
“Okay, Mom,” Gwen chuckled, rolling her eyes. She and her sister shared a look of amusement and then started off together with their mother to see the lions and tigers and bears.
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The early afternoon brunch in Angela’s suite was not really what Bridget had thought it might be. Oh, there was plenty of food, and it was all delicious, and the mimosas gave her a nice airy feel, her head spinning a little bit, but there was no sex at all, not even a hint of it, at least not until the end.
Their hostess was wearing a sleeveless sun dress, white with yellow daisies. The skirt was knee-length and puffed out, as if Angela had several slips beneath it. She looked almost like a mom from an old sitcom, Bridget thought. The woman hummed around, making sure everyone was getting enough to eat and that their glasses were full.
They all enjoyed the leisurely meal, chatting pleasantly, sometimes getting up to look at the spectacular views from the picture windows. Eve and her daughters, Gwen and Paige, weren’t there. Angela said they’d gone to the zoo. Bridget mostly sat with Tina, flirting occasionally, while Sheila went from Angela to the little girls to Tina and Bridget, and all around to everyone.
Her sister wasn’t drinking as much as usual, Bridget noticed, but she seemed full of zest, flitting everywhere, laughing and smiling. And why not? She had everything she wanted now, an open incestuous relationship with both of her daughters and the good possibility of sex with Bridget and with Debby too at some point, not to mention with these new women and girls they’d recently met.
But when would the sex happen? It made Bridget smile when she thought that. God, I’m getting as bad as Sheila with sex the only thing on my mind. Well, there’s nothing wrong with that. And I’m sure we’ll get around to it soon enough. She relaxed and took another sip of her mimosa.
For 15-year-old Erin, the brunch was slightly disappointing. She’d been hoping to spend some time with Gwen again, having made such a nice connection with her the night before during the dinner party and especially in their impromptu fashion show, planning it and presenting it. Now she was sitting with the little girls — her sister Fiona, her cousin Debby, and the two blondes, Bambi and Amanda — and she felt a bit out of place, the only teenager there.
Erin’s mom, Sheila, came over to chat with them from time to time, but mostly the talk was carried on by the younger girls and Erin just listened. The redheaded teen was shy, not like her mother at all, and didn’t make friends easily, so she’d really been looking forward to seeing Gwen. Sighing, she picked up another piece of bacon and munched on it. Oh well, maybe later, tonight at dinner.
After an hour or so, the little girls began to get restless. They wanted to go down to the beach and play.
Noticing this, Angela stood and asked her guests, “Did you all come prepared for fun in the sun? That is, do you have your bathing suits on under your clothes, or at least with you?”
She received nods and confirmations from Sheila, Bridget, and their girls, and then checked with Bambi and Amanda. “Do you kids have your bikinis on already too?” More nods and smiles.
“All right, then, I guess we can go. It will only take me a second to change.”
Angela reached behind her back and deftly pulled down the zipper on her sundress. It fell to the floor, poofy slips and all. There was an audible gasp in the room. Under her dress, she was completely naked. The girls, the women, even the hotel staff behind the buffet gawked at her.
Stepping out easily from the circle of the dress, Angela picked up an insubstantial slip of material that was lying on a side table. She shook it out. Actually it was two pieces, they now saw, both brightly colored and both incredibly tiny.
Angela stepped into and pulled up the bottom of a bikini, if you could call it that. It was more like a slender thread that covered almost nothing. Bridget recognized the style. It was from a company called Wicked Weasel, she thought, although it was certainly nothing she would ever wear, not in a million years. She didn’t have the body for it, and besides, it was… well, it was indecent!
Suddenly she laughed out loud, realizing how ridiculous it was that she could criticize a revealing piece of clothing when they were all engaged in, or were about to engage in, a far greater taboo — lesbian incest!!
Bridget got up and went to Angela, who, still topless, was tugging the sides of the micro-bikini bottom higher on her hips. A thin strip of fabric, just a pouch really, barely contained her labia.
Giving the blonde a hug, Bridget exclaimed, “I’m so glad we met you, Angela. What a piece of work you are. God, you must be one of a kind.” She was a little surprised at herself for being so forward. Maybe it was the mimosas, or just the high of their new sexual openness. But she felt very happy.
She kissed the woman’s cheek. “I love you.”
“Well, thank you, dear, I love you too.”
Angela slipped on the top of her nearly-nothing bikini, and Bridget tied it for her behind her back. Then, stepping into her low heeled backless sandals again, Angela smiled at the group and said, “All right, let’s hit the beach!”
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