Juicy Secrets Forbidden Tales of Lesbian Love

By Naughty Mommy

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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.

 Continue on to Chapter 17

By Naughty Mommy

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At 6:45, Angela went looking for Gwen.

She found her in Bambi’s bathroom, putting a touch of makeup on her sister, Paige — just a little mascara and some lip gloss. Paige certainly doesn’t need much, thought Angela. At 11 years old, she has the face of a model and the perfect slender body too. I can’t wait to have her. Soon, I hope.

“Gwen? When you’re finished, I wonder if you would mind taking Paige and the other girls down to the lobby to watch for our guests. You can greet them when they arrive and bring them up in the elevator. Here’s the pass key for the penthouse.” She handed her a plastic card.

“Okay, yeah. Um, we’re all done anyway, or almost.”

“You both look so lovely,” Angela smiled.

Gwen was sporting another stretch knit mini, similar to the one she’d worn to dinner the night before. This one was white, though, instead of pink, and even shorter, showing off her long, tanned, athletic legs. With it she wore a thin white sleeveless crop top — and no bra, Angela noticed with approval. The brief top left plenty of skin open to view. On her feet were little white sneakers.

Paige was in a pair of loose linen shorts, oatmeal in color, and a long-sleeved royal blue shirt, untucked, with large ivory buttons. She wore leather sandals.

As she fingered the material of the shirt, Angela asked, “Is this rayon?”

“Uh-huh,” the stunning brunette beamed, pleased by the attention.

Angela admired the way the cloth draped, how it revealed and highlighted the girl’s developing breast buds. Pretending to feel the fabric, she slid her hand up Paige’s arm and then onto her back. No bra, or anything else beneath the shirt. “Very nice,” she purred.

Bambi and Amanda were in the bedroom, playing with Barbies. They’d gone the twin route, wearing the shortest possible denim cutoffs and matching pink tank tops, too small for them, really, and very tight-fitting. Although neither had breasts yet, their puffy nipples poked temptingly through their tops. Both girls were barefoot and in pigtails.

“Kids,” Angela said to them, “put on some sneakers or flip-flops or something so you can go down to the lobby with Gwen and Paige and wait for our guests, all right?”

“Okay, Mommy,” Bambi nodded.

Heading out to the living area, Angela checked again on the buffet preparation.

Two long tables in the center of the room were loaded with an assortment of salads, hors d’oeuvres, fresh fruit, covered hot dishes, medium rare prime rib ready to be sliced, and a bevy of desserts at the end. Applying last-minute touches to the elegant display were a pair of servers from the restaurant, both attractive young women in very short skirts (a $20 tip to the maître d’ had insured this). The atmosphere was spiced by a hot mix of Brazilian samba playing on hidden speakers throughout the suite.

Eve and Tina were standing by the window, chatting and enjoying the view, each with a glass of wine. Eve was in a very pretty patterned sundress, pink and yellow and white, that came to just above her knees. She wore slingback sandals with heels. Her legs were bare.

For Tina, Angela had chosen a dark gray leather miniskirt and a sheer yellow blouse with half sleeves. She had insisted that the woman wear neither bra nor panties. They finished the outfit with a pair of high-heeled black pumps, borrowed from Angela. Tina felt a bit uncomfortable that way at first, dressing like a hooker, but at the same time it seemed racy and naughty. Overall she was pleased. She wondered secretly if she would have the courage to flash anyone.

Angela herself was wearing a classic little black dress in a glittery fabric with a cowl neck that plunged daringly low in front. The hemline was a few inches above her knees. Her long bronzed legs, oiled and gleaming, were made even shapelier by designer heels, two-tone in pink and black. Under the dress she wore nothing.

Stepping over to her friends at the window, she slid an arm around each slim waist. “Well, my darlings, you both look so lovely tonight I don’t think I’ll need any dinner at all. I’ll just eat the two of you.”

That set the women giggling.

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Sheila, Bridget, and the girls pulled into the hotel parking lot a few minutes after 7:00. As soon as they came through the revolving doors and entered the lobby, a voice called, “There they are!”

They turned and saw a tall, pretty brunette teen in a white miniskirt trotting toward them, followed by three younger girls.

“Hi, I’m Gwen,” she smiled. “We met earlier?”

“Yes, hello, Gwen, I’m Sheila. We did meet but I never shook your hand. I was… slightly impaired at the time.”

As she took the woman’s extended hand, Gwen felt herself coloring. By ‘impaired’, did she mean when she was masturbating and had a climax in front of them? Or was it something else?

But she managed to say, “Yeah, uh, hi, Sheila. Um, this is Paige, my sister. And that’s Bambi and that’s Amanda. We’re supposed to take you up. But, um, you know, I’m sorry, I don’t remember all your names…”

“That’s all right, honey. No problem.” Sheila pointed, “This is Bridget, my sister, little sister, that is. The youngest one here is Debby, Bridget’s daughter. And my own two girls are Erin and Fiona.”

They all exchanged nods and hellos, then started toward the elevator.

Fiona kept glancing at one of the two blonde kids, the pair who were dressed like twins. She was sure she’d seen that girl before, but where?

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Hearing the bell chime, Eve, Tina, and Angela turned toward the foyer of the suite. A moment later chatter erupted as the elevator doors came open and Bambi led everyone inside, seven girls from age 9 to 16 with two women behind them.

“This is our place,” Bambi announced. “Come on in!”

Oohs and ahhs ensued as the guests admired the opulent surroundings. Angela approached them, extending her hand to Bridget. “Welcome, I’m so pleased you could join us.” She warmly kissed the woman’s cheek, then turned to Sheila, taking her hand and giving her a kiss on the cheek as well.

Fiona didn’t remember who that blonde girl was until they reached the top floor and the doors opened right into a big room, not just a hallway, and then they went in and they were all introduced to some ladies. She’d met one of them before, Angela, out in the ocean, and now she met one named Eve, who was Gwen’s mom, but it was the third lady, Tina — the minute she saw her, she knew right away who they were: the mother and daughter from the snack bar, the ones she heard that morning talking about masturbating! Omigod!!

As she was being introduced to the others, Bridget began wishing she hadn’t worn slacks. She was the only woman there not in a dress or skirt. It wasn’t often she would wear a dress, though, because she didn’t think her legs were very nice. They were too short and her thighs showed a lot of cellulite. Her best feature, she felt, was her breasts, which she often proudly displayed.

Tonight Bridget was in black pants, short heels with pantyhose, and a woven silk tank top, bright red and deeply scooped. Her push-up demi bra made sure those breasts could not be missed. She’d noticed Angela giving her cleavage a long admiring glance as they shook hands, and she was glad for that. But speaking of cleavage! When Angela leaned over to kiss her cheek Bridget wondered if the woman’s boobs might fall right out of that incredibly racy dress she was wearing. No modesty from her, that’s for sure.

Tina nodded to herself. I’m positive that’s her. The cute, short girl named Fiona is the one I made eye contact with earlier today, the one who overheard Amanda saying something to me about helping her masturbate. Oh well, it doesn’t really matter now. If things go as I think they might tonight, a lot more than that could happen. But what a small world! Poor Fiona seems terribly embarrassed about it, though.

She tried to catch her eye again and maybe give her a signal that everything was fine, but the little brunette wouldn’t look at her now. Tina hoped she would have a chance to talk with her soon and reassure her.

Meanwhile, she took a closer look at the new women she was meeting. The older of the two, Sheila, was quite pretty and very outgoing, with riveting blue-green eyes and a ready smile. The sleeveless dress she wore was wrap-style, knee-length. It was light blue, a shade that set off her auburn hair and tanned skin. Her arms and chest were freckled, but the most noticeable thing about Sheila was her big breasts, obviously unencumbered by a bra and swinging freely in the loosely wrapped dress. Clearly she was the type who would be the life of any party, already laughing and talking loudly.

Bridget, the younger one, was not as pretty as her sister and held back a little. Perhaps she was shy. Tina could relate to that. Maybe she would try to get acquainted with the woman. They might have a lot in common. Bridget’s daughter, Debby, hanging close and holding her mother’s hand, was an absolute doll. She was in a red polka dot dress with a big white bow in front. When she smiled and you saw the little gap between her front teeth, it melted your heart.

Then there were Sheila’s daughters. The teenager, Erin, was a true redhead, all flaming curly hair, pale skin covered with freckles, full pink lips, and gorgeous green eyes. She also appeared to be shy, though, smiling and saying hello when introduced, but blushing and keeping her hands behind her back. She was wearing purple bloomer pants and a white top with lavender flowers. A sweetheart neckline showed a hint of appealing cleavage.

And finally, Fiona, such a tiny girl, almost like a nymph. Although 12 years old, she was small for her age but very pretty with bright, inquisitive blue eyes. Just then Tina was able to catch her glance. She gave her a wink. The girl looked down right away, but then slowly raised her chin, grinning bashfully.

Tina walked over to her. “Hi, I just want to tell you how much I like your outfit. That top is so cute.”

“Oh, thanks,” Fiona giggled.

“I just love it. Wherever did you find it?”

“Oh, um, it was with my Aunt Bridget at this used clothes store we go to, you know, like, vintage stuff. She takes me there sometimes.”

Hearing her name, Bridget joined the conversation.

“Bridget, I was just telling Fiona how much I like her top,” Tina said.

“Yes, isn’t it cute?” Bridget put her hand on her niece’s shoulder, smiling down at the girl.

The top was a little sleeveless blouse, mostly sheer, with a wide placket and two large pockets on the chest. It was white with pale pink flowers. Fiona wore it with a pair of white shorts and pink sneakers. Tina noticed there was no bra or anything else beneath the blouse, and she thought she could detect a lovely swelling of breast buds under the pockets.

“Bridget, darling, what can I get you to drink?” It was Angela, playing hostess.

“Oh, uh,” Bridget glanced at Tina’s glass. “I guess some white wine, thanks, whatever she’s having. That would be nice.”

“Of course. And may I refill your glass, Tina?”

It was still half full. “Um, no, thank you. It’s very good, but I, I really don’t drink much.”

“Well, maybe we’ll see if we can change your mind about that later,” said Angela. “Have to get everyone loosened up tonight, free all those inhibitions, right?”

Bridget and Tina chuckled.

Putting her hands on her knees and bending down to Debby, who was only four feet five inches tall, Angela said, “Aren’t you just the sweetest thing I’ve ever seen! Would you like something to drink, precious?”

Debby couldn’t find her voice. She was staring. She could see the lady’s boobies, even her nipples! Of course, this was the same lady who’d had on that see-though swimsuit at the beach today, so it must just be how she was.

“What do you want to drink, Debby?” prompted Bridget. “A soda?”

Still speechless and still staring, Debby only nodded. Angela pinched her cheek, deliberately swaying side to side a little, making her breasts wag provocatively in front of the child’s face. “Very well, pretty baby, that’s what you can have. Anything you like.”

Tina took the opportunity to draw Fiona aside. “Hey, I just want to say, you know, don’t worry at all about this morning. I mean, whatever you heard down in the snack bar, it’s fine, okay?”

Fiona smiled and mumbled, “Okay.” That did make her feel better.

And then suddenly it was her turn to be confronted by Angela’s boob show. Blushing, she managed to ask for a soda as well.

After kissing Fiona on the cheek, Angela took her hand and Debby’s too and led them over to a bar where she told the server what to pour for them. Angela also asked for a glass of wine, which she gave to Bridget.

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Gwen was getting hungry. The food all smelled so good! But she thought it would be rude to ask if they could start eating. She’d already done that at lunchtime and didn’t want to look like too much of a glutton. And anyway, it was totally fun being right where she was, surrounded by a group of sexy girls!

As soon as Debby and Fiona had their drinks, and Erin did too, Bambi gathered all the girls together over in a secluded section of the living area, behind a grand piano. They were sitting on the floor in a circle, with Fiona on one side of Bambi, and Amanda on the other. Next to Fiona was Debby, then Erin, and on the other side of Erin was Gwen, then Paige. Seven girls in a circle.

The younger ones were jabbering away, often overlapping one another, especially Bambi and Paige and Amanda. Fiona was getting into it too and Debby tried her best to stick things in from time to time. Gwen and Erin mostly just listened, occasionally commenting to each other on what they heard… all about school and clothes and movies and TV and the beach and the ocean and bikinis and anything else the kids could think of to say.

Gwen had tried at first to sit modestly on the floor, but while wearing such a short tight skirt it was almost impossible. So she just sat cross-legged, letting her white panties show. I mean, after all, they were only girls — and if it made some of them excited to look between her legs, she would be glad!

Some of the little ones were enjoying the view, particularly Bambi, although Gwen wasn’t too surprised by her. But she also noticed Amanda and Fiona sneaking glances at her crotch, and even her sister, Paige. And then she saw someone else, too, staring right at her.

When Angela had led the girls to the bar, Bridget and Tina followed. Then Sheila’d come up and said something to Tina about her leather skirt and they fell into a conversation. This allowed Bridget to slip away, choosing a spot near the piano where she could pretend to be gazing out the window at the ocean while also being in a perfect position to admire the sight of a teenager’s spread legs.

Gwen found herself getting very turned on. Strange she’d never realized before how arousing it could be to have a woman or a girl look at you that way. She’d always been tall and kind of gawky as an adolescent, her chest flat through most of puberty, and she hadn’t felt especially sexy. But now, on this vacation, for the first time people were looking at her like maybe she was desirable. Having that woman, Bridget, constantly peering down between her legs was definitely making her excited. So excited, in fact, that she could feel her pussy starting to get wet. Uh-oh, would it soak through the thin cotton of her little thong? Should she change position, just in case?

Sheila was glad they came. Bridget was right, it was fun meeting new people, and this certainly was a hot crowd. All the women were alluring, and the young girls too. She couldn’t decide who appealed to her the most, whether it was Angela, so overtly carnal and provocative, or maybe Tina, with her intriguing combination of streetwalker attire and bashful innocence. There were her own daughters, of course, both irresistibly attractive to Sheila, and there was that amazing little Bambi, a total sexpot only 10 years old. The other little blonde, too, Amanda, made Sheila tremble with desire, and oh my god that gorgeous brunette, Paige — it would be like fucking a child model.

Okay, that was it. Where the hell was a bathroom? Excusing herself from Tina, she asked one of the servers, who indicated a door just off the foyer. Rushing inside, Sheila dropped her panties and sat on the toilet lid, spreading her legs apart. It didn’t take long. She fucked herself and rubbed her clit and soon was exploding into orgasm.

Angela smiled to herself. She knew very well what that little scene was all about. Almost nothing escaped her notice. She was gratified to know that her party already had resulted in at least one climax. And there would be more to ‘come’ — many more, she hoped.

It was too late. Gwen could feel that growing wet spot between her legs, could feel the air cooling it even as her pussy kept warming and moistening it. By now it was too late to hide. She was certain that Bambi had seen it and knew what it was. That little girl missed almost nothing. And Bridget was now openly staring at Gwen’s crotch, not even trying to pretend she wasn’t. So, Gwen just shifted slightly, flexing her thighs, opening her legs even wider. She even leaned back on her hands, as if inviting everyone to look at her.

Debby didn’t know for sure what that spot meant. Had the big girl peed her pants, or was it something else? She did see, though, that her mom kept watching the teenager and that she seemed to be getting really excited. Debby wished her mom would look at her the same way. Well, she was wearing a dress, so maybe she should try showing her undies too. Maybe that would make her mom even more excited. The 9-year-old leaned back on her hands the way Gwen was, but with her feet flat on the floor and her knees pulled way up. The red polka dot dress fell almost to her waist, and her mother, along with all the kids in the circle, now had a clear view of her Hello Kitty underwear.

Bridget was startled by her daughter’s obvious and deliberate exhibitionism. But when she took a long look at Debby’s panty-covered crotch, she was rewarded with a big smile from the child. What an interesting evening this was turning out to be!

Let’s see, with these shorts on, thought Paige, I can’t show my panties very easily, even though I’d like to. I wonder if anyone would be interested in my chest. There’s not much there to see yet, but who knows? Casually she undid two of the buttons on her shirt. She glanced down. Hm, maybe one more would be even better. There, that’s good. The shirt was open more than halfway down. Now, if I lean just like this…

Wow, thought, Erin, what is this? Some sort of secret lesbian sex club? There was Gwen spreading her legs, showing her wet crotch, and now she was getting an eyeful of — what was her name, that girl, Gwen’s little sister … Paige, that was it — she was getting an eyeful of Paige’s chest. One little boob, just barely starting to grow, but very sexy. And even Debby, her little cousin, she was putting on a show too. It was like a competition or something. Not to mention the grownups.

All right, Tina told herself, I’m ready to do it. Flirting with that woman with the big tits, Sheila, had her very turned on. The way she leered at her and ran her eyes up and down Tina’s body, practically undressing her, was so hot. But then, with no warning, Sheila had excused herself and hurried away, apparently heading for the bathroom. I hope she’s not sick or anything, Tina thought.

Meanwhile, though, I have got to try this, I really do. Maybe I’ll start with… ooh, yeah, how naughty would that be, flashing a bunch of young girls!!

She eased over to the grand piano, seating herself on the stool in front of it, facing the circle of girls on the floor. The petite brunette, Bridget, the one with the cleavage, was standing at the far end of the piano, next to the window, drinking a glass of wine. The women nodded to each other, smiling cordially, but Bridget showed no intention of moving from where she was.

Tina waited, waited, until just the right moment, when she caught two girls at the same time looking at her legs. And then she opened them.

Fiona could hardly believe it — that lady has no underwear on!! She’s sitting there with her legs apart, just happily showing herself to everyone!! God, it was… she looked quickly over at Gwen, at her white panties with the wet spot, and yeah, that’s how she felt too. Fiona was getting that special warm gooey feeling inside her own undies.

Holy Christ, thought Erin, this really is some kind of wild sex club or something. Look at that woman’s bare pussy! And I’m not the only one who’s noticed it. Gwen and Bambi and Fiona… and now Debby… and right there, Paige, she’s turning and looking too, like the others.

Tina smiled, opening her legs even wider. She had the rapt attention of all but one of the girls, her own daughter, ironically. But all right, that’s enough of a show for now. Don’t want to overdo it. She gave them a wink, then slowly got up and headed back toward the bar.

From where she was standing Bridget couldn’t tell for sure what the girls were staring at, but it was definitely something. Tina apparently had flashed them, but it wasn’t, it couldn’t — could it possibly be that she wasn’t wearing any underwear?? That seemed unlikely, even outrageous, although it certainly would be exciting too. I think I’ll try to find out.

She left her spot by the piano, reluctantly abandoning her view of Gwen’s juicy panties in order to follow Tina. Just then Sheila strolled back into the room and Bridget could tell immediately from the look on her face what her big sister had been up to. My my my, this is quite a party, and it’s just getting started!

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By Naughty Mommy

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Erin was nervous. She felt her cheeks reddening, her palms sweating. Was this talk going to be… what she was afraid it might be? Were they really going to talk about that, about her and her mom, right here in front of everyone??

Fiona was scared. This was all her fault, she thought. If she wasn’t so snoopy, none of this would ever have happened in the first place and they wouldn’t be so upset. It made her really mad at herself and made her want to cry.

Debby was excited. She’d had plenty of talks with her mother about sex, starting when she was still just little. Her mom wanted her to know everything. But this time they were going to talk about it with everyone in a big group all at once. She could really learn a lot.

Bridget took a deep breath. She had no idea how this would go. What a situation — two moms and three daughters, gathering for a discussion about sex, about incest!

Sheila felt strangely calm. It would all be okay. She held Erin’s hand in one of hers and Fiona’s in the other. Her half-empty coffee mug was on the table in front of them. So, how should they begin? She looked at Bridget, her sister, who just raised her eyebrows slightly, indicating it was up to her to start.

Sheila cleared her throat. “Okay, um, we’re all family here, and that’s what we need to, you know, talk about now.”

After pausing for a moment to gather her thoughts, she went on, “You see, when you really love someone, well then you want to show them your love, right? How much you love them? It’s like I hug and kiss you girls a lot, all three of you, because I love you so much. Okay?”

No response, only a little nod from Bridget.

“And, well, sometimes when I, or when people really love someone, when they really love them a lot, it makes them want to do more than just hugging and kissing. They want to show them even more affection, do more things with them. And some of those things are called sex.”

She squeezed Erin’s hand and smiled at her. The teen returned the smile, weakly. “It’s okay,” Sheila assured her quietly, “it’ll be fine.”

Then she turned back to the group. “Now, um, I think everyone knows that I, uh, that me and Erin have been, well, for the past few months we’ve been doing those kinds of things, really showing our love, not just hugging and kissing, but more than that. We — ”

“Mommy?” Fiona interrupted.

“Yes, honey?”

Her cheeks were wet. “I’m sorry I saw you and everything. I’m sorry, Mommy!” The 12-year-old burst into tears, burying her face in her mother’s side, crying uncontrollably.

Sheila hugged the child, stroking her hair, kissing the top of her head. “Hush now, baby, everything’s okay. You didn’t do anything wrong. I’m not mad at you, nobody is.”

“I’m sorry, Mommy, I’m so sorry,” she repeated between sobs. Sheila hugged her and stroked her, while the others looked on nervously.

“There, there, come on now, it’s okay,” Sheila soothed, “it’s okay, sweetie, you just saw what you saw, that’s all. There’s nothing wrong. I didn’t do anything bad, and neither did you.”

Fiona began to calm down as her mother kissed her head and stroked her back and told her everything was all right. She’d been so scared, but at least now she’d said it and apparently no one was mad at her. She tried her best to stop crying.

“Now, now, now, come on, it’s okay.” Sheila gave Fiona another long warm hug, then drew back, taking the girl’s face in her hands, lifting her chin, wiping away her tears. “It’s okay now, everything’s fine, don’t you worry.”

She kissed her daughter’s mouth, her cheeks, her little nose, kissing her again and again.

“I’m not mad at you,” she said, “I promise I’m not mad. You didn’t do a thing wrong. Okay?”

Fiona nodded and tried to smile, still sniffling.

“I’m glad you told me you’re sorry, honey, I’m glad you told me how you feel. That’s why we’re here, so we can all talk about how we feel. But baby girl, you did nothing wrong, not a single thing, and neither did I.” Sheila looked into her daughter’s eyes, still holding her face in her hands. “Do you understand that?”

The girl nodded again, gulping back a final sob, taking a big deep breath.

“Good.” Another kiss on the lips. “Now, I love you, Fiona, you know that, I love you more than anything else in the world, you and your sister, okay?”

“Okay…”

“And when you love someone, well, you know, it’s like I said, you want to show them. That’s not a bad thing.” Sheila shook her head. “Of course it’s not bad at all. It’s good to show your love when you really love someone, right?”

Fiona smiled and nodded.

“And, so… because of how much love I feel, how strong it is, that’s why I did those things with her, with Erin, because I love her. Just like I love you.”

“Um, Mommy?”

“Yes, honey?”

“Can you… love me? Like you did with Erin?”

There was silence in the room.

For several long seconds Sheila gazed into her child’s eyes, that pretty brunette, so young, just barely reaching puberty, but so desirable.

“Is that what you want, sweetheart?” she finally asked.

“Yeah, I, I think so. I mean, I did it, you know, well, sort of, with Aunt Bridget, and it was nice, I liked it. But I want to do more of it, with you. I think I really do.”

Silence again —— with sexual tension crackling in the air.

Bridget felt her nipples growing stiff. As she squeezed her thighs together, stimulating her clit, she suddenly realized that she was stroking Debby’s leg rather amorously. Maybe I’d better stop that, she thought, at least for now anyway. Later, well, who knows what might happen then?

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Angela stood naked in Bambi’s room, smiling at what she saw: her daughter sitting on the bed, a finger buried in her pussy, Amanda kneeling beside her, beaming, Paige next to Amanda, wide-eyed, apparently frightened but her fingers wet and shiny, and Gwen on the other side of Bambi, also with juicy fingers. All four girls were nude.

“You kids having fun?” she asked.

“Hi, Mommy,” Bambi grinned, sliding the finger out of her pussy and sucking on it.

“We — we — ” Gwen began, “I’m sorry, we, um…”

“It’s all right,” the woman assured her, “you’ve just been playing around a bit, having a good time. That’s fine. Your mothers and I have been doing the same thing.”

Paige’s eyes opened even wider, as did Amanda’s.

“But listen, it’s time we start preparing for our party tonight. You girls have to decide what you’re going to wear. I mean, we can’t have you prancing around the way you are now. Not that I would mind, not in the least, but our guests and the hotel staff might not be quite so understanding.”

The girls giggled, feeling more relaxed.

“So, get this room straightened up first. Did you take a shower already?”

Nods all around.

“All right, that’s good. Get the room cleaned up now, and the bathroom too. The staff will be here at 6:00 to start setting things up for the party. That’s a little less than an hour from now. Gwen and Paige, you can go down to your room and get whatever you want to wear tonight, or put it on down there, if you like.”

They started getting up, but then Angela said, “Oh, that reminds me…”

She went to the bedroom door and called, “Tina? Eve? Can you come here a moment?”

A pregnant pause, then Eve’s voice, “Right now?”

“Yes. Just come as you are. It’s fine.”

“All right.”

The girls could hear giggles on the other end, from the moms. A moment later Eve and Tina came through the door, holding hands, both as naked as Angela. They were blushing.

“Tina,” Angela said, “I’ve already invited Eve and her daughters to spend the night in our suite, sort of a slumber party. I’d like you and Amanda to join us too. Will you?”

“Tonight?”

“Yes.”

Tina looked at Amanda. The child was nodding enthusiastically, literally bouncing on the bed with excitement. It was clear she wouldn’t take no for an answer.

Smiling, Tina replied, “Sure, a slumber party sounds like fun. Let’s do it. Only…”

“Only what?” asked Angela.

“Only, we’ll need to go back to our motel first and get some things. We don’t have anything to wear but our swimsuits.”

“You could, I suppose,” said the tall blonde, a finger on her chin, musing, “but since you and Eve are about the same size, and since Bambi and Amanda could be twins, and since I don’t want to let either of you lovely things out of my sight for a second if I don’t have to, I propose that Amanda wear some of Bambi’s clothes for the party tonight, and that we get you fixed up in some of Eve’s things, or mine, we’ll get it figured out. So you don’t need to go anywhere!”

“Well… okay,” Tina shrugged, smiling.

“Good, it’s all set.” Angela gave the woman a quick kiss on the lips.

Then she turned back to the girls, clapping her hands together. “All right, kids, now get to work. I want this room looking like a showplace. Let’s go, chop-chop!”

They hopped up and got started as their naked moms left the bedroom arm in arm.

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“Well, uh… we… we have to be careful, honey…” Sheila began, “I mean, we can’t…”

Fiona frowned, looking confused.

“I think what your mother means,” put in Bridget, “is that not everyone would understand about this. That’s why you have to be so careful. She doesn’t want any… problems to happen.”

“That’s right,” Sheila nodded. “You and I know it’s all okay, that it’s a good thing, but a lot of people see it differently.”

“But I wouldn’t tell anyone,” Fiona insisted. “Why is it okay to do it with Erin and not with me?”

“Well, I…” Sheila wasn’t sure how to answer that. She gazed at her second daughter, searching her eyes. Then she looked slowly around at Bridget, at Debby, and at Erin.

“Maybe…” she finally said, nodding her head. “You know what, Bridget? I think she’s right.”

“What do you mean?” asked Bridget.

“I think Fiona’s right. It makes sense to me, it really does. I mean, think about it — I love all of you, Erin, Fiona, you and Debby, and I love sex. So,” she started to giggle, “why not just put them all together?”

“Put what together?”

“All of it. All of us. Love, sex, family — I mean, why try to separate it, keep it apart? Why not just put it all together?” Sheila felt giddy with excitement. “See what I mean?”

Bridget stared at her sister. Was she crazy, or… or was she on to something? Could they really do it? Could they actually get away with it? Do everything she’d dreamed about?

“You want it too, don’t you? I can see it!” laughed Sheila.

A very deep breath. Another one. Bridget’s head was spinning. She licked her lips. Was she really going to do this? Come out with it now, all of it? Admit her deepest, darkest desires, right here in front of everyone, including her 9-year-old daughter?

Sheila was ecstatic, eyes wild with joy and elation, anticipating the answer they both knew was coming.

“Well… we, we’d have to be careful.”

“Yes, of course we would, you’re right,” Sheila agreed, giggling again. “But you understand that, don’t you, Fiona?”

“Sure,” the girl nodded, smiling.

“And Erin knows to be quiet, we’ve already talked about that. She knows. So, um, how about you, Debby? Do you understand what we’re talking about here?”

“I think so,” the little girl answered. “My mom sorta told me on the way here. It’s about sex. You and Erin had sex, right? And now, um, now you want do it with Fiona too?”

“That’s right, honey. But there’s more. You tell her, Bridget.”

“Yeah, um, well, okay.”

Bridget shifted her daughter around in her lap until they were looking directly at each other. She paused a moment, licking her lips again, and then she began.

“So, this is something you and I do need to talk about, sweetie. Like your Aunt Sheila said before, we’re all family and that’s, you know, what this is all about. That we’re family, and we love each other, and, uh, and we want to show our love to each other. Do you know what I mean?”

Debby shrugged. “I guess.”

“Well, what I mean is, the way Aunt Sheila has been showing her love to Erin, her daughter, doing a lot more than just hugging and kissing, but actually having sex with her, you know, really loving someone the way you do when you feel that strongly. And the way she wants to do with Fiona now, and Fiona wants to do with her. Okay so far?”

“Mm-hm,” the girl nodded.

“Well, see, honey, I have those same feelings, the same strong kind of love and, uh, and desire, for you. When I look at you, when I think about you, when I feel so close to you, then I… I want to do those kinds of things with you too. Not only hug and kiss you, but do more. I want to… have sex with you.”

Debby smiled. “You do?”

“Yes, I do.”

“Okay.”

Bridget laughed out loud. “Okay? Just ‘okay’?”

“Yeah,” she shrugged, “if you want to, Mommy, I do too.”

“Oh, Debby!” Bridget pulled her close, wrapping her arms around her, squeezing her.

Then she thought of something else. “But there’s, uh, there’s another thing too. Remember what your Aunt Sheila said, about all of us loving each other, everyone together?”

Debby nodded.

“So, that means maybe I will, you know, have sex with Fiona too, or with Erin, or with…” she swallowed hard “…or with Aunt Sheila, my sister. And they, and they all might want to have sex with you, too, at some point. You see?”

The girl shrugged again. She appeared ready to accept anything.

Bridget stroked Debby’s cheek, her lust rising. “You’re so beautiful,” she breathed, pulling her tightly into her arms again.

After another long hug, Bridget took her daughter’s face in her hands, studying her, seeing only love and trust and willingness there. She nuzzled the child’s little nose, then kissed her gently on the lips.

Drawing back, she gazed at Debby a moment longer, at those big blue eyes, her pink lips, and oh yes, that sweet mouth, so tempting. She leaned in for another kiss, holding this one for several seconds.

Bridget’s heart was racing. She wanted her right now, right here, in front of the other girls and anyone else as well. But no, she couldn’t do that. She really had to get herself under control, take her time, be certain they all were completely ready first, especially Debby.

She sat back, breathing slowly in and out, calming herself. Then she said, “I want to make sure you understand something, honey. None of this has to happen at all, with you, I mean, unless you really want it to. I want to love you, have sex with you, and some of the others might want that too, but it’s up to you. You can always say no if you want to. All right?”

“Okay.”

“So, everything’s fine?”

“Uh-huh.” They grinned at each other.

“Good.” Bridget kissed her little girl one more time. “I’m glad we talked about it. And we can talk more about it, all of it, any time you want to, all right? But, uh, let’s see what everyone else is thinking now.”

She looked at the others, on the sofa. All three were smiling broadly, evidently appreciating the mother-daughter interaction they’d witnessed. Bridget took a final deep breath, feeling joyous. It was all out in the open, at last, hurray!

Sheila was holding both her daughters’ hands. She brought them to her lips, first kissing Fiona’s fingers, then Erin’s.

She addressed her older child, “You haven’t said anything yet, babe. How do you feel about all this?”

“It’s, it’s good, I think. I mean, it seems like kind of a lot, all at once, but, I mean, it’s good.”

“So, how would you feel if your Aunt Bridget wanted to have sex with you? Or maybe both of us at the same time? Would you like that?”

Erin blushed, but grinned, “Wow, yeah, that would be totally awesome.”

“And, uh, your little sister? I don’t know if she wants to yet, but she might someday.”

The girls peered around their mother at each other, giggling as their eyes met. “Sure, yeah, I’d definitely want that,” Erin said.

“Me too,” added Fiona.

“Well, there we are,” Sheila chuckled. “That’s what I call a happy, loving family.”

“I’ll say,” Bridget smiled, squeezing her daughter.

Then she looked at her watch. “Okay, so, if we want to go that party tonight, I guess we better start getting ready. Debby and I will need to go home and take showers and get dressed and everything.”

“Are you really sure you want to go?” her sister asked, adding with a leer, “I mean, we could stay here and have our own kind of party tonight.”

“Yeah, we could, and that’s tempting. But, you know, I still think we should go,” Bridget said. “For one thing, it’ll give us all time to relax and sort of think about all of this stuff, before… whatever happens next. And also, we might just learn something from, uh, from Angela. I’ve got a feeling she’s had a lot of experience in this area. You know what I mean?”

“Maybe you’re right,” Sheila nodded. “Okay, girls, how about going to a fun party tonight with some other moms and daughters? Does that sound good?”

They all seemed to think it did.

“All right,” said Bridget, “and tell you what, we’ll come back a little before 7:00 and pick you guys up, okay? We can all go in my car. That way, Shiel, you can enjoy yourself as much as you want and not have to worry about driving.”

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During the short trip home, Bridget thought to herself, hmm, let’s see, Angela said it would be her and her daughter plus two other women who have three daughters between them… so, counting us, that’ll make five women and seven young girls… this could be a very interesting evening.

Continue on to Chapter 15

By Naughty Mommy

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They all went inside, carrying blankets and towels and things. Sheila started warming up the coffee again and Bridget suggested that the girls should go to the bathroom if they needed to, because they were going to have a long talk.

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“Turn over now,” Carol said, patting her sister’s bottom, “and let me do the front.”

As Veronica turned, she casually glanced down… and there it was, right in the center of her orange bikini bottoms, a dark wet stain. Oh well, nothing to do about it now. She settled onto her back, spreading her legs far enough apart so that Carol easily could see the wet spot if she cared to notice.

Carol already had noticed it. She’d seen the stain beginning to appear while she was massaging Veronica’s thighs from the back, her fingers moving ever so close to her sister’s crotch. Now as she poured more lotion into her palm, preparing to rub her hands all over Veronica’s breasts, she squeezed her own legs together and could feel her juices wetting her suit too.

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Amanda tried, but it wasn’t working very well. She just didn’t get how she was supposed to ‘fuck’ Bambi’s pussy. It didn’t feel the same at all as when she did it on her mommy’s leg. So she decided to move, shifting over a little, getting on top of Bambi’s thigh. There, that was much better. Now she could slide back and forth, rubbing her pussy on Bambi’s leg. That felt good, really good.

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Carol’s hands felt so good on her, the way she’d massaged her legs, running her fingers up the inside of her thighs, obviously teasing her, trying to turn her on — and succeeding!

Now as Veronica lay on her back, her eyes closed, feeling Carol gently spread the lotion across her stomach and chest and then around the sides of her breasts, circling and approaching but not quite touching her hard nipples, no, not quite, but oh so close, so tantalizingly close… she began to wonder, which one of us is the experienced lesbian here? I thought I was, but my god, the way she’s touching me now — and she’s my sister! Should I really be getting this excited, this aroused? I don’t know whether I should, but I certainly am, I can’t deny that.

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The bees were back, buzzing again. It was like in the shower, in front of that spray thing on the wall. Only now it was her hand, her own fingers making the buzz, the tingle, that wonderful swirly warm honey feeling inside her. It was Paige’s fingers rubbing there, and it was watching Amanda on top of Bambi, my god, they were really having sex right in front of her, two girls, naked girls, so exciting, and Gwen was watching too, masturbating again, her sister so wet she was actually dripping. Paige could see it, dripping right out of her, all sloppy, she could even smell it, and Paige had so much honey inside her too, ready to come out, all gooey and — and look at Amanda, she’s, she’s —

Amanda was almost there, she had the wonderful feeling, just like on her mommy’s leg but now on Bambi’s, moving fast, again again again right there right there right there right there now now — YES!!

What’s that?!! What is it?? God it’s, it’s — and Paige’s world exploded. Her very first orgasm.

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In the kitchen, Bridget quietly explained to Sheila what she’d told Debby in the car. The sisters shared a hug, kissing each other on the cheek. They were ready, as ready as they were ever going to be.

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Carol smiled to herself as she saw her sister responding to her touch. Veronica was breathing fast, her chest rising and falling. Beads of sweat adorned her forehead and her upper lip. She’d clenched her thighs together several times, and Carol thought she could detect the scent of pussy juice in the air (whether that was her own or Veronica’s, though, was hard to tell).

Now her lubricated fingertips grazed the areolae and brushed the base of those erect brown nipples. She heard a moan. Thighs clenched again, squeezing hard. A light pinch of the nipples, one before the other, then both together, a little harder, a little harder still, and now just the tips of fingers on the points of nipples, tiny circles, circles, circles, not stopping. Carol knew exactly how good that would feel, it was what she did when she masturbated, and sure enough, it got the desired result.

“Oh god,” Veronica suddenly groaned, reaching a hand between her own legs and shoving it inside her bikini bottom to stroke her throbbing clit.

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Slowly Paige opened her eyes, her mind reeling, her head still spinning. Wow, that was, that was amazing. It had felt like she was going to blow apart into a million pieces or die or something, only it was totally great!

As her vision regained focus, she peered down between her legs. Her fingers were wet. Was it pee? No, it was something else, something gooey and sticky like honey — that’s what it was! All that warm swirly honey inside her, from her vagina!

She looked up at Gwen. Her big sister was smiling and nodding. “Taste it, it’s good,” she said.

Paige saw that Gwen was licking her own fingers, apparently tasting the sloppy stuff she’d seen dripping out of her before. Tentatively Paige brought her hand up to her face. Her fingers were glistening with the slippery fluid. She sniffed it, not much smell, just something… nice. And then she tasted it. Gwen was right! It was good!

Amanda pushed herself up to a sitting position. She grinned at Bambi, who was grinning back at her. Then she looked at Gwen and at Paige, also both smiling happily. Giggling, she exclaimed, “I love masturbating!”

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“Mom?!” It was Kelly’s voice calling her.

Veronica pulled her hand out from inside her bikini bottom, quickly but with reluctance. She’d been almost there, right on the edge. She sat up, blinking. Carol was in a lounge chair across from hers, sunbathing, a sly grin on her face. Kelly was trotting up the sand, just reaching the deck. The three younger girls were behind her, dripping wet in their little bikinis.

“Mom? We want to make a sandcastle. Do we have stuff for that?”

“Uhh, I…” Veronica began, her head still foggy from the arousal.

“I saw some things in the storage area,” Carol answered for her, pointing. “Look inside that door there.”

Veronica didn’t mind being topless. Her kids had seen her that way plenty of times, and no doubt Jordan had seen her own mother the same way. She did mind not being able to reach orgasm when she’d been so close. It was a shame that she had to stop. There would be plenty of time for that later, though, she reasoned, and anyway, masturbating openly in front of children — not to mention in public! — certainly was not acceptable. She wasn’t sure what had got into her.

Kelly opened the door into a kind of shed that contained a barbecue, a big umbrella, and an assortment of plastic buckets and shovels, along with several boogie boards.

“Oh, cool!” she said, taking one of the boards. The girls grabbed the buckets and things.

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They settled in the family room, the moms sipping fresh cups of coffee. The daughters had sodas. Everyone was still in a bathing suit except Bridget, who wore her shorts and her loose green top, sans bra and panties. Sheila was on the sofa, with Erin on one side of her and Fiona on the other. Bridget was in an arm chair facing the sofa, Debby on her lap.

It was time for a little chat about lesbian incest.

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As Jordan and Holly and Hailey set about making a sandcastle and Kelly romped in the waves with her boogie board, Veronica lay back on the lounge chair. She was still feeling very turned on. Seeing the girls in their skimpy bikinis, admiring those tight young bodies, hadn’t helped any. Veronica took several deep breaths, attempting to get her arousal under control.

She wouldn’t try to masturbate again, that was ridiculous, doing it in a public place. What was she thinking?! Of course, she knew what the cause had been, the catalyst. It was the way her sister had touched her, rubbing the insides of her thighs, fondling her erect nipples. My god, that was so hot.

Lifting her head, she glanced over at Carol, who was reclining in her own lounge chair, facing toward Veronica. Her eyes were closed, her legs apart, and yes — look at that, she’s just as excited as I am. A dark wet spot was clearly visible in the center of Carol’s bathing suit bottom.

After brushing her fingers over her own nipples, given them a slight tweak, Veronica placed her hands at her sides and tried to relax, enjoy the sun.

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Gwen couldn’t believe what she was seeing. Bambi, who was sitting up now, had both hands between her legs and was using her fingers to open her labia, completely exposing her sex. She was looking down at her bald pussy, licking her lips. As Gwen watched, the child slowly pushed a finger up inside her vagina, all the way in, and then began sliding the finger in and out, moaning in pleasure.

Was this too much, should Gwen try to stop her? But why would she? How many chances do you get to see a 10-year-old girl fuck herself?

There was a knock on the door.

Gwen froze. Would they be in trouble now?

Paige was in a total panic, her heart pounding. She was naked. Where was her swimsuit? She had no idea. As the door slowly opened, she just sat with her hands on her knees, her legs together, waiting for whatever would happen next.

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Carol sat up, stretching. Maybe she should turn over on her stomach, get some sun on her back. Just then she heard a voice, “You guys? We’re back. Anyone want a cold beer?”

It was Stephanie, coming around the corner with two big bags of groceries and supplies. Stacie was behind her, also carrying two full bags.

“Yeah, a beer sounds great,” smiled Carol. Then she stood, “But first let me help you put all that stuff away.”

Stephanie laughed, “Ah, so we’re going native, are we? Well, topless, anyway.” Carol opened the door and they went into the condo.

“After we unload these bags and get a beer,” Stephanie continued, “I think I’ll join you. Stacie, are you up for it too? Want to show us your boobs?”

“Sure, I guess, why not?” the slim brunette giggled.

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Angela stepped inside Bambi’s bedroom, naked, smiling at what she saw. “You kids having fun?”

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By Naughty Mommy

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It was just after 4:00. Everything was loaded in the cars, the kids were gathered up, and they were all ready to head home for the BIG TALK ABOUT INCEST.

That was how Sheila thought of it, in giant capital letters. She’d known all along, in the back of her mind, that eventually at some point what she was doing with Erin would lead to where they were today. It was almost inevitable.

She always put off worrying about that though, because the sex was just so damn good. And really she had no regrets. Having this conversation might not be easy but it was necessary — and even more than that it was absolutely worth it. Looking back, she wouldn’t change a thing. She was sure, too, that after they talked it out, everyone would be happy and it would all be okay.

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Standing in the shallow surf, Kelly gave Jordan a big hug. The girl had her little legs wrapped around Kelly’s waist and her arms around her neck. What a sweet, loving, affectionate child she was — not to mention sexy! The twins, Hailey and Holly, were body-surfing. They were both good swimmers, like their mother, Stephanie, and were very comfortable in the waves. Jordan had stayed close to Kelly most of the time, and she’d said something again about showing her how to play a game called Pony. Kelly still had no idea what that meant, but it made her curious. She was hoping she’d get a chance to find out what the game was all about.

As she kissed Jordan’s cheek, Kelly looked toward the shore. There, on the deck of the condo, her mom and Carol, her mother’s sister, were apparently putting lotion on each other. But both were topless now and it looked like… wow, it looked like her mom was rubbing Carol’s breasts and playing with her nipples. Omigod, could they really be doing that? It was hard to tell for sure, but the idea made Kelly jittery with arousal.

After what she’d heard in the motel room the night before — her Aunt Carol having sex with her own daughter, Stacie! — Kelly wondered what might happen next. It seemed like almost anything was possible. Would her mom and Carol have sex now? Could they have started already, maybe even a long time ago?? It was all so wild and so exciting!

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Paige wasn’t totally sure what had happened, but it definitely was sex. It had to be. That thing Bambi was doing on top of Amanda, it looked like what a boy might do on a girl — except these were two girls. Could girls have sex that way too? Apparently they could. Anyway, it was really exciting to see.

And then when Bambi finished, how she suddenly got all stiff and made those squeaking noises and kind of shook all over, that was… there was a word for it, but Paige couldn’t remember what it was… but the same thing happened with Gwen too! She’d been rubbing herself and rubbing herself and getting all red in the face while she was watching Bambi and Amanda kissing, and then all of a sudden Gwen made a loud gasp and sort of shivered a few times. It must have been…… an orgasm, that was the word!

Now she was watching them, seeing how Amanda was holding Bambi, hugging her, and Bambi was kind of limp, but still breathing really hard, and Gwen, Paige’s big sister, had both hands down between her legs, squeezing them together. Her eyes were closed, but then she slowly opened them and looked right at her and smiled. That made Paige feel happy, and it also gave her a tingle between her legs in the spot where she’d been touching herself before, the way Gwen showed her. Paige started rubbing that place again.

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The sisters looked into each other’s eyes. Veronica still had her hands on Carol’s breasts. For a moment Veronica thought — she was almost certain — that Carol was going to kiss her.

But she didn’t. Instead, she raised one eyebrow and with a sexy smile asked, “Want me to do you now?”

Veronica just nodded, taking a deep breath and licking her lips as she let her arms fall to her sides.

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When Eve climaxed for the second time, hearing Tina talk about Amanda fucking her with her fingers, she was thinking about Paige, picturing them in bed together, she and her 11-year-old daughter. She imagined Gwen there too, but in the fantasy Gwen was sucking her nipple while Paige was kissing her mother, kissing Eve, and she had her hand between her legs, her slender finger sliding deep inside Eve’s vagina.

It was unbelievably exciting, the hottest thing she had ever imagined — but would it only be a fantasy? Could it actually come true?

She’d already come twice in the last few minutes, and usually that was plenty for her. It was rare for Eve to have more than two orgasms in a single session, but she was so turned on right now, wildly aroused, almost out of control. She was still rubbing herself, her clit stiff beneath her fingers, her body feverish with lust.

Eve looked at Angela, who was sucking her fingers, tasting her juices. “Angela?”

“Yes?” The blonde smiled.

“When can we do it? When can I fuck my daughters? I want to do it now!”

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Gwen looked into her sister’s eyes, and then down at her crotch. How sexy she was! Paige was masturbating, and it didn’t seem like she would need much more guidance. Her fingers were moving fast between her legs. She smiled at Gwen, licking her lips.

Between them, Bambi was beginning to recover from her powerful orgasm. As she weakly raised her head, Amanda asked, “Was that — did you masturbate?”

“No… well, sort of, I guess,” Bambi grinned, her eyes still hooded. “But Mommy calls it fucking. I was trying to fuck your pussy, except I didn’t do it very good. I got too excited and went too fast. Sorry…”

“That’s okay, only I want to try it too, all right?” Without waiting for an answer, Amanda rolled to the side, shifting the other girl off.

Bambi complied and a moment later her ‘twin’ was on top of her. Bambi’s legs were spread wide. She put her hands on Amanda’s bottom, pulling their hairless pussies together.

“Now you fuck me, okay?”

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Erin and Fiona rode in Sheila’s car with their mother. Debby was with her mom in Bridget’s car. The drive would take about twenty minutes. Bridget had decided she should have a talk with her daughter while they were on their way, to sort of prep her for what was about to come.

“Honey, I want to tell you about something important, okay?”

The little 9-year-old nodded and smiled. She was humming happily. It had been another fun day at the beach.

“We need to talk about people having sex,” Bridget said. “I know we’ve talked about this before, and I’ve already told you a lot, everything I thought you needed to know. But there is something else now, something new.”

She glanced at Debby, to make sure she was paying attention and to make sure she seemed all right. She was and she did.

“Of course you know I’m a lesbian, that I prefer women instead of men, that when I go out on dates, which I know is rare, but when I do I go out, it’s only with women. And if I have sex with someone, it will always be a woman, not a man. Although it might be with a girl.”

“A girl?”

“Yes, you know, with someone younger than a woman. Younger than, uh, than 18.”

“Really?”

“Uh-huh.”

“Okay.”

Debby seemed fine so far. Time to press forward.

“Well, what’s new is I just found out that your Aunt Sheila is sort of the same as me. I mean, she’s decided she likes women and girls too, more than she likes men. I think she might like both, actually, but that doesn’t matter now. The important thing is that she likes having sex with girls who are younger than 18.”

“Okay.”

“And, uh, and she has been having sex, for the last couple of months, with a girl who’s only 15, a girl she loves very much.”

Bridget took a deep breath. The next part would be hard to say, but she had to say it.

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Angela gazed at Eve for a long moment before answering. It was wonderful to see the change in the woman, how she had transformed in 24 hours from a fairly prim, conservative mom into a raging incestuous lesbian pedophile. Angela felt proud and happy, not to mention highly aroused.

“What do you want to do with them?” she asked, sliding two fingers back inside her juicy cunt. “Tell me exactly what you want to do with your daughters.”

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Carol suggested that Veronica lie on her stomach on the lounge chair. After applying lotion to her sister’s back, her shoulders, and her arms — rubbing her quite a bit more sensually than was necessary to spread the sunblock — Carol moved to her feet and worked slowly upwards, finishing with her hands between Veronica’s legs, massaging the creamy lotion onto the soft sensitive skin there, right at the top of her thighs.

Veronica was feeling very turned on. She was breathing hard and she could feel herself getting wetter and wetter. Could Carol see that? Was her pussy oozing enough that it would soak through the bottom of her bikini?

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It occurred to Gwen that her earlier instruction to the girls, that they should limit their sex play to kissing, was now a laugh. She had just finished masturbating to orgasm with her sister watching, and Bambi’d had a climax too while doing something on top of Amanda — she said her mother called it fucking!! — and now Amanda was getting ready to do the same thing with Bambi. So much for ‘just kissing’!

But it didn’t matter. Gwen didn’t care. She was almost sure her mom was having sex right now with Angela and Tina, and probably a lot more would happen between everyone at some point. After all, earlier that day, out in the ocean, Angela had told her she wanted to see Gwen have sex with her own mother!!

What an incredible vacation this was turning out to be. Gwen began playing with herself again as she watched Amanda kissing Bambi and humping her.

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My god, she was so turned on, thinking about Gwen and Paige, her sexy daughters, and all the dirty, nasty things she could do with them. She was looking at Angela, the women were staring into each other’s eyes as they masturbated, and Eve was trying to make a reply, to put into words what she saw in her head.

It was almost impossible, though, for her to think coherently, let alone speak, as she panted and gasped, her fingers working fast on her clit, images flashing through her mind, Paige and Gwen naked, holding their pussies open for her, begging their mother to lick them, eat them, make them come in her mouth — “I… I… god, I want… I want to fuck them… eat them… eat them both… and UNNHHHH!!!” — she was coming a third time.

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“So, the girl that your Aunt Sheila is having sex with is… it’s Erin, her daughter.”

“Erin??” Debby’s eyes were wide. “You’re kidding, right?”

“No, I’m not kidding, sweetie.” Bridget shook her head. “It’s true. They’ve been having sex now for a couple of months, I think, and, uh, and they, I guess they’re really happy about it, you know, enjoying themselves.”

“Really, Mom? It’s not a joke?”

Bridget reached across to the passenger seat, patting her little girl’s leg.

“Are you okay with it? Does it upset you to hear about this?”

Debby shrugged. “Yeah, I mean, it’s okay, I guess, if they like it. Seems sorta weird is all. I mean, with her own mom???”

“Well, yes, it is a little unusual, that’s for sure,” Bridget chuckled.

It may be unusual, she said to herself, but certainly not unthinkable. Not for her, anyway. She recalled all the times she’d masturbated in bed at night as she fantasized about having sex with her own child, with Debby. Should she be completely honest now, and tell her about that too? Probably not, it might be too much all at once. Anyway, they were almost at Sheila’s house.

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Watching Eve reach climax again brought Tina right to the edge as well. She was masturbating along with the other two, amazed to be where she was, nude in bed with a pair of beautiful women who both desired young girls — their own daughters! — every bit as much as she did.

And where would it lead? Were they all going to have sex at the same time, in the same room? Would she actually be able to watch Angela with Bambi, and watch Eve with Paige and Gwen, and have all of them watch her with Amanda? Thinking of that, the other women and their daughters seeing her fuck her little girl, put her over the top — oh my god, yes!!

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By Naughty Mommy

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Amanda and Bambi had been sitting on the bed when Gwen and Paige came into the room. Actually Bambi was on Amanda’s lap, straddling her as they kissed, their arms around each other.

When they heard the door close, the two little naked blondes broke the kiss. They grinned, their pink lips shiny and wet. “We were practicing,” Bambi told them.

“Yes, I can see that,” Gwen smiled. “It’s okay, you can keep on doing it. I just talked to both your moms and they said it’s fine to do as much kissing as we want.”

She didn’t mention that according to Angela if they wanted to do ‘even more’ than just kissing, that was fine too. She would wait and see what happened. Plus, right now Gwen had to work on silently teaching Paige how to masturbate.

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“It started when, um, when Amanda asked me one day to show her how to masturbate,” Tina began. “That was, uh, let’s see, I guess it was only about a month ago. It seems longer than that in a way, since we’ve, you know, been doing so much.”

“And just what have you been doing?” Angela prompted. “Tell us what you do with her.”

Tina looked at the two women. She’d met them only a few hours earlier, and now here she was sitting naked in bed with them, talking about sex — about lesbian incest! — and they were masturbating as they listened to her.

“Okay, well…”

She took a deep breath. If they really wanted all the juicy details, as it seemed they did, Tina figured she might as well let them know everything and make it good. She spread her own legs apart and began rubbing her clit as she prepared to tell her new friends about having sex with her little girl.

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Veronica was surprised when Carol not only took off her cover-up and put it on the lounge chair but also removed the top of her two-piece suit and set it aside as well.

“You do me, and then I’ll do you, okay?” Carol smiled.

“Sure, okay.”

After a hesitating a moment, Veronica decided, hell why shouldn’t I do the same? The area they were in was mostly private with no other bathers nearby, and even if someone did come along and see her breasts, what did she care? She quickly removed her own cover-up and the top of her bikini too. Then she set to work rubbing lotion all over her sister’s body.

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The girls were lying on the bed now, Amanda on her back, Bambi on top of her. Amanda loved the way Bambi kissed her. It was different from her mom, not as soft and slow, but more eager, her lips and tongue going everywhere, playing with her, getting her so excited. Yes, Amanda was getting very excited!

Paige and Gwen had taken positions on either side of the little girls. They were sitting on their knees, with their thighs apart, looking closely at each other. Gwen was beginning to masturbate, and Paige was trying to copy her big sister, follow what she did.

Gwen did her best to start slowly, first by caressing her breasts and fondling the nipples, watching as Paige did the same. After a minute or so, she slid her hands down to her legs and rubbed the tender sensitive skin on the inner part of her thighs, drawing her fingertips ever so gently up to her crotch, and then repeating the movement, again and again. She didn’t always need that, but sometimes it would help to get her in the mood, to build her arousal, and she thought it might be good for Paige.

Right now Gwen really didn’t need it, because this was unbelievably arousing for her — not only to masturbate in the presence of these two naked 10-year-olds who were kissing, but to do it in front of her own sister! She would have to keep reminding herself not to go too fast, not get carried away, that she was supposed to be teaching Paige what to do.

It was difficult, though, not to just give in and make herself come. She wanted to so badly! As she carefully and deliberately parted her labia, pulling back the lips, exposing her sex to her little sister, watching Paige’s eyes grow wide when she saw how wet Gwen was inside, the teen felt a sudden tremor somewhere deep within and a shiver ran all through her body. It wasn’t a climax, not quite, but it was something very close. And without even touching her clit.

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She did Carol’s shoulders first, then her arms and then her back, right down to her bottom, which the suit only partially covered. To do her legs, Carol remained standing and Veronica sat on the edge of one of the lounge chairs, spreading lotion on her sister’s feet, her calves, and then her thighs. It occurred to Veronica that Carol could just as easily have done this part herself, but she had to admit it was a pleasure doing it for her. Even if this was her sister, Veronica certainly enjoyed touching such an attractive woman, rubbing her hands all over her fit, sexy body.

Carol seemed to enjoy it too, quite a bit. Veronica couldn’t be certain amid the sound of the waves rolling in, but she thought she could hear moaning and sighing as her hands slowly went higher and higher on Carol’s thighs, reaching almost to her crotch.

And now it was time for her front. Veronica held out the bottle of lotion. “You want to do this part?”

Carol’s eyes had been closed. She opened them and smiled down at her sister, “No, you do it.”

“All right.”

After pouring more into her palm, Veronica stood, facing Carol, and began gently applying the lotion to her neck, her chest, along her sides and over her belly, then just above the low-rise waistband of her bathing suit. Now she heard more sighs, this time unmistakable.

Only one area was left. Her breasts.

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“I love touching her,” said Tina. “She’s so soft everywhere, her legs, her little bottom, her chest. She doesn’t have any boobs yet, of course, barely just bumps, but her nipples are getting puffy, and when I play with them they get hard.”

“Have you sucked her nipples yet?” Angela asked.

“No, I haven’t, not yet, but I want to. I’ve kissed her nipples and licked them, and she’s kissed mine, but we haven’t done any real sucking yet. I want to, though.”

“Okay. Go on…”

“Well, the part I like touching the most is, you know, her pussy. My god, she’s so soft there you wouldn’t believe it. Or maybe you would, Angela, because I guess you’ve played with your little girl the same way I have. But I mean, it’s like touching satin, so smooth and perfect. I never get tired of touching her there. She doesn’t have any hair that you can see, not even peach fuzz, just perfect soft pink skin.”

“Nice.”

All three women were masturbating, watching each other, growing more and more excited as Tina told her story.

“I love touching her, and… and she loves it when I do. When we first started, she was always on her tummy and I would be behind her, reaching in between her legs to, well, to masturbate her. Now, though, we do it a lot when we’re facing each other, either with her on top of me or me on top of her, or sometimes side by side. We rub each other, rub each other’s clits, and we kiss, and we fuck each other too. I can’t put my finger too far inside of her yet because, you know, she’s still a virgin, but she can easily put two or even three fingers inside of me, and—”

“Oh god! God!! Unhhhhh!!!” Eve was coming.

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With lotion in both palms, Veronica began rubbing it onto her sister’s breasts. She started at the top, then slid around the sides and underneath, cupping the breasts and lifting them in her hands. They weren’t especially large and they did sag a bit but still had a nice shape. The nipples were fully erect.

Veronica applied more lotion, circling Carol’s stiff nipples, moving in a little closer with each pass but not quite touching them. Finally, though, she took a nipple in each hand, using her fingertips to coat them with lotion.

“Mmm, that feels nice,” Carol breathed.

Veronica hadn’t really intended to, but when she felt the softness of the breasts in her hands, and those nice hard nipples beneath her slippery fingers, she simply couldn’t help it — she fondled the nipples, teasing them, gently pinching and pulling, then squeezing them a little harder. She sensed her own nipples becoming erect and a familiar dampness between her legs.

Carol’s eyes had been closed, but now she opened them. They looked at each other for a long moment.

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Amanda wasn’t sure what was happening.

They were still kissing, sort of, except Bambi’s mouth was mostly quiet now, her tongue not moving so much, but another part of her was moving a lot, moving the way her mommy would move on her when she called it fucking her leg. Amanda would do that too sometimes, fuck her mommy’s leg, masturbating that way, it felt really nice. But Bambi wasn’t on her leg now, she was on top of her, in the middle, right on her pussy, and moving really really fast like she was fucking her pussy instead of her leg. Could you do that? Maybe you could.

Gwen had given up. She would have to show Paige how to masturbate another time. Right now all her focus was on the other girls, the two little 10-year-old blondes, and she just couldn’t wait any longer, she was too excited, too turned on — my god, the way they’d been kissing and now Bambi was humping Amanda, humping her, humping her, and omigod omigod omigod was Bambi gonna come? Was she gonna come? Was she?? Yes!! She was!! Bambi was coming on top of Amanda!!!

And Gwen came at the same time.

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As Tina watched, Angela slowly slid the middle finger of one hand deep inside her vagina, pushing it very far in, as far up as it would go. She wriggled the finger and Tina heard her groaning. When the blonde drew her finger out again, it glistened with her juices. Then she put another finger inside, two fingers, and began fucking herself.

“Tell me more,” the woman urged. “Tell me about your little girl fucking your cunt with her fingers.”

Eve had finished her first climax, but it looked like she might be ready for another. She too had a finger inside her pussy now, plunging it in and out, fucking herself.

Tina did the same. She was extremely wet and her finger slid in easily. It felt so good. She could smell her cunt, or maybe it was Angela’s or Eve’s, who knows, anyway the room was filled with the aroma of feminine sex. And she was — oh my god, she was starting to get close. She fucked herself with her finger, using her thumb to glide up and down over her clit — getting close, yes, very close — but she tried to keep telling her story.

“My daughter, Amanda, she fucks me… she puts her fingers inside, 10 years old, and… she fucks me, Amanda fucks me, fucks her mommy’s cunt… fucks my cunt, my… my… my little girl fucks my cunt!!”

And then they were all three coming together.

Continue on to Chapter 12

By Naughty Mommy

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Gwen was on her back on the king-size bed with Bambi lying on top of her, their arms wrapped around each other. They were kissing passionately, mouths open, lips wet, tongues eagerly exploring. Paige and Amanda were watching them. It was like a dream for Gwen, the hottest, sexiest, nastiest erotic dream she’d ever had, kissing a naked 10-year-old girl, while —

“Gwen?!” Someone was calling her name. She realized it was Angela, Bambi’s mom.

Quickly breaking the kiss, she rolled the girl off her and sat up. When her name was called a second time, she answered, “Coming!” and then winced. Maybe that wasn’t the best choice of phrase.

She got up and went to the bedroom door, opening it. “Yes?”

“Could you come here a minute, darling?”

“Um, sure… okay…” But she was completely nude. Should she put something on? She looked wildly around. She didn’t even know where her bathing suit was.

Finally she shrugged, took a deep breath, and walked out into the expansive living area of the suite. Turning a corner, she could see the double doors that led to the huge master bedroom. Angela was framed there, also naked. A big smile split the woman’s face when she got a look at Gwen.

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Where is that girl, Kelly wondered, and what could she be doing right now? She paced around the hotel lobby, looking out through the windows, hoping for another glimpse of the older teenager she’d seen before, that tall brunette with the ponytail and those wonderful poky nipples.

All through lunch she’d been thinking about her, and now while Stephanie and Stacie went to the front desk to ask about the best place to shop nearby for groceries and other supplies, and while Carol and Veronica and the kids discussed what to do next that afternoon, Kelly had taken the opportunity for a quick look around, wishing for another encounter like the one they’d had earlier. Only this time, she wouldn’t just smile at the girl. She’d say something to her. Or at least she hoped she would be brave enough to do that.

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Angela took Gwen’s hand and drew her inside the master bedroom. It was obvious that she had no problem at all with Gwen being nude, so at least that fear was allayed. But when Gwen looked over at the big round bed and saw her mom and the other woman, Tina, in it, both sitting up and looking at her and both also naked, her stomach started doing flips.

Was it going to happen right now? Was she actually going to have sex for the first time in her life? And not only have sex, but with a woman — no, make that with three women at the same time, one of them her own mother?!!

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Paige stood at Bambi’s bedroom door, naked, her heart pounding. The door was open a crack and the 11-year-old was peeking through, waiting for her sister Gwen to return. Would they get in trouble? Or could it be that something else would happen next, something even more surprising?

Amanda and Bambi were behind her, sitting on the bed, talking about sex, she assumed. She heard them say the word ‘masturbate’ a few times. She wished she was as experienced as they were. Why was she so far behind? Why hadn’t her mom or her sister taught her what everyone else seemed to know?

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“Gwen, darling,” Angela said, “your mother and Tina and I are going to be busy a while longer. You understand, don’t you?”

“Um… uh…” She couldn’t find any words. All she could do was stare at her mom and at Tina, sitting nude in the bed, gazing at her. Her mother smiled, and blew her a little kiss. Gwen looked at the women’s nipples, at their mouths, and between their legs. Then she felt a hand on her naked bottom. Angela was caressing her.

“Have you been having fun in there, honey, with my daughter and the other little girls?” Angela cooed.

“Uh, we… we… we were kissing,” Gwen managed to utter.

“Mmm, that’s nice.”

Angela squeezed her butt cheek, squeezing it hard, and began sliding a finger between her cheeks. Then she raised her other hand to Gwen’s chin, turning the girl toward her, and kissed her mouth.

Eve watched as Angela kissed her daughter. It wasn’t the first time she’d seen them kiss, but before they’d been clothed, and now they both were nude. Not only that, but Angela was groping her, pressing their bodies together, kissing her deeply, wetly, grabbing her, thrusting her crotch into Gwen’s, humping the girl, right in front of Eve!

It made her feel strange inside, all mixed up. One impulse was to be angry at the woman, protective of her daughter — another was to be jealous, envious, wishing she was the one who was kissing and touching Gwen that way — but mostly Eve was aroused, intensely excited. It was so hot!!

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“Okay,” Stephanie smiled, “they gave us good directions. It’s not far. Stacie’s going to come with me. We’ll get everything we need, at least for the first few days. You guys go have fun and we’ll be back in an hour or so, all right?”

“Sure, that sounds great,” Veronica nodded. “The kids are dying to go in the ocean. We’ll be over in front of the condo, probably. See you in a little while.”

She gave her lover Stephanie a kiss on the lips, and then watched as Carol gave her daughter Stacie a similar kiss. It sure does seem like there’s something going on there, Veronica thought to herself.

“C’mon,” Jordan urged, tugging on Kelly’s hand. “Come and play in the water with us!”

Stacie and Stephanie left through one side of the lobby, the side that faced the street. Jordan and the twins pulled Kelly in the other direction, toward the revolving doors that led to the beach. Carol and Veronica followed behind them.

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Angela finally ended the amorous kiss.

Gwen was breathing hard. Her face felt hot and sweaty. She could feel her nipples throbbing, her clit tingling. As she wiped her lips, she glanced toward the bed, at her mother, and was amazed to see that she was actually rubbing herself — masturbating! Gwen had certainly never seen her mom do that before.

Turning to the women, Angela smiled, “You heard what Gwen told us, that the girls have been kissing in Bambi’s room. I assume they’re all naked.”

Gwen nodded, confirming that they were.

“So, is that all right with the two of you?” Angela continued. “Do you mind if your daughters kiss each other, and possibly do even more?”

Tina giggled, shrugging, “It’s fine with me.”

“Yeah, it’s… it’s fine with me too,” Eve replied, her fingers working fast between her legs.

“Good, then we’re all agreed,” said Angela, nodding and smiling. “You can go back to the girls now, Gwen, and feel free to enjoy yourselves as much as you want.”

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Outside the hotel and on the beach, Kelly looked around again, but the tall teenager she hoped to find was nowhere in sight. Oh well, she thought, maybe later. Anyway, right now there was something else to look forward to. She was going to play in the ocean with three sexy little girls in bikinis. What fun!

“Now before you guys run off, we need to put sunblock on you,” said Veronica.

“Aw, Mom,” complained the twins in unison.

“Come on, it won’t take long.”

“She’s right,” Carol agreed. “I’ll put some on you too, Jordan. Don’t want you getting sunburned.”

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“So, Eve,” Angela asked, smiling coyly, “did you enjoy watching me kiss your daughter that way?”

Eve continued to masturbate, rubbing her clit, fingers sometimes dipping down into her vagina. She was very wet.

“Uh-huh, I liked it,” the woman nodded. “And I, I was actually kind of hoping you’d do more.”

“Oh, were you?” Angela sat on the bed. “Does that mean you’d like to see me having sex with her?”

Eve nodded again.

“You want to watch while I lick your daughter’s pussy? Make her come in my mouth?”

“Uh-huh.”

Tina was amazed. She’d never heard women talking to each other this way before, at least not in real life. There was dirty talk in some of the lesbian porn videos she’d seen, but this wasn’t a video, this was the real thing. And not only that, but right beside her in bed a woman was masturbating, and it looked like she was getting close!

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Gwen discovered her sister Paige waiting for her outside Bambi’s bedroom door. For a fleeting moment she admired the girl’s naked body, her long slim legs and arms, golden skin lightly tanned from the sun, those strawberry-sized breast buds with pert nipples, and that smooth hairless crotch, so tempting.

“Will you help me?” Paige grabbed Gwen’s hand, looking up at her, pretty blue eyes shining with excitement.

“What do you mean?”

“I — I wanna know how to masturbate. I mean, they both know how, they were like taught or showed or helped and stuff and I wanna know how too, but I don’t want them to know I don’t know, okay?”

Gwen smiled. “So… you want me to show you how? But without them knowing?”

“Mm-hm,” Paige nodded eagerly. “Will you?”

“Well, yeah, sure. I guess we can do that.”

“Oh good.” The girl took both of Gwen’s hands in hers, squeezing them. “Thanks!”

When they entered the room, they found the other two, the little blondes that everyone said could be twins, kissing on the bed.

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“Tell me, how often do you masturbate?” Angela asked Tina.

The younger woman blushed and giggled. “Um, well,” she began, “it used to be, you know, a lot before, but now……”

“But now that you’re having sex with your daughter, you don’t need to as much?”

“Yeah, that’s right,” the pretty brunette nodded, flashing her dimples.

“Oh my god,” moaned Eve, her fingers moving even faster between her legs.

“Do you have sex with Amanda every night?”

“No. I mean, yes, I do, but — but it’s not just at night. We do it during the day too, on weekends, I mean, sometimes a lot. More than once. Like three or four times.”

“Nice…” Angela was rubbing herself now too. “A lovely young mom like you, and her 10-year-old daughter. That’s very sexy. Tell us what you do with her. Tell us everything. Will you do that?”

“Um, well… yeah, okay.”

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“There you go, honey, almost done. I just want to be sure I don’t miss any spots.”

Carol rubbed her lotioned hands all over her granddaughter’s body, even sliding her fingers under the 7-year-old’s tiny bikini top to play with her nipples. Jordan giggled.

After quickly coating herself, Kelly applied sunblock to Hailey while Veronica did the same with Holly. They each enjoyed touching the little blondes, feeling their soft skin, although neither was as aggressively sensual about it as was Carol.

Finally the kids were free to play. Holding hands, the teenager and the three young girls ran laughing across the sand toward the surf. The sisters watched them go, then walked back toward the condo, stepping onto the low deck that faced the sea and held four lounge chairs.

“You want to put some on me now?” Carol asked Veronica, handing her the bottle of lotion.

“Sure.”

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By Naughty Mommy

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“Oh my god,” Bridget groaned, her powerful orgasm at last beginning to subside. “Jesus Christ, that was good.”

It occurred to her that she’d just brought herself to climax in the kitchen, which was a first for her, and not even her own kitchen at that! This was turning out to be a very sexy day, and it was still only halfway through.

As she opened her eyes, the final spasms fading away, she looked down at her hand. It was dripping wet. She licked her fingers, tasting herself. Then she smiled at Sheila, who was doing almost the same thing — only she was dipping her fingers into her vagina repeatedly and bringing them up to her mouth over and over again, in effect eating herself.

The sisters giggled as they watched each other, and soon were laughing out loud.

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“You know, I’m really feeling the need for a shower,” Angela said as she got to her feet, taking off the crocheted vest she’d been wearing over her suit. “All that sand and salt water…”

She started peeling the suit off, exposing her magnificent body to the other women. “Anyone care to join me?”

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Gwen turned Paige slowly around until they were facing each other. She looked down at her little sister, five years younger than her, and seven inches shorter. In many ways she was still just a little girl, and yet — and yet Gwen wanted her, she wanted her so much. Angela was exactly right. She really did want to fuck her sister.

But she didn’t want to scare her or overwhelm her. Grabbing her the way she had, that wasn’t right. If anything was going to happen between them, it had to be what Paige wanted, when and how she wanted it, and only if she wanted it as much as Gwen did.

“Let’s get dried off, okay?”

“Okay,” answered Paige in a small voice, feeling dazed.

Her insides, her middle, that place in there — was it her vagina? — it was kind of throbbing or buzzing, like a million bees were flying around inside her, but not those mean stinging bees that would hurt you, no, not that kind, these were honeybees, ‘cuz that’s how she felt right then, all full of warm sweet honey ready to drip right out of her.

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Eve got up from the bed. Reaching behind her back, she undid the clasp on her bikini. The top fell away, revealing a pair of medium-size rounded breasts that sagged only a little. Her nipples were dark and firm. Smiling at Tina, she pushed the bikini bottoms down over her hips and let them drop to the floor, stepping out of them. She was nude.

Tina stood up too, a bit unsteadily. She was still dizzy with arousal and everything else. “Can you get this for me?” she asked, turning around.

“Sure.” Eve unhooked the top of the two-piece suit, and Tina shrugged it from her shoulders. Then she pushed the bottoms down, and in a moment she was nude too.

Angela and Eve gazed at the younger woman. They had seen each other naked the night before, and made love. But this was their first good look at Tina.

The 32-year-old brunette had long slender legs, a flat stomach and a trim waist, with girlishly small breasts set high on her chest. Her skin was fair, with faint tan lines, her dark pubic hair closely trimmed but not shaved. All in all, she was extremely lovely and desirable.

“My, my, my,” sighed Angela, “has anyone ever told you how beautiful you are?”

“Well, um, yeah, I guess… but I like it better when you say it.” She gave them a big smile, showing those adorable dimples.

Feeling like a very lucky woman, Angela took the other two by the hand, leading them toward the bathroom and the shower.

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The three little girls and the teenager turned off the water and left the shower. They dried each other off, giggling happily, and then went naked into the bedroom.

“Do we have to get dressed?” Bambi asked, immediately shaking her head. “Cuz I don’t want to.”

“No, we don’t have to,” Gwen chuckled. “But, um, sit down for a minute, okay?”

Amanda, Paige, and Bambi all sat on the king-size bed that Bambi hadn’t yet slept in (their first night there she’d slept with her mother, and then last night with Gwen and Paige). They looked up at Gwen.

She took a deep breath. It was really hard for her to concentrate, to stay focused — I mean, my god, just look at those three sexy little bodies, they — okay, okay, get a grip now, girl.

“Um, I think, I mean, I’m the oldest, right? And so I’m kind of responsible, you know?”

The girls all nodded. That seemed obvious.

“So, what I think is, it’s fun for us to play, and we can kind of fool around and stuff. Bambi says she wants to do more kissing, and I’d like that too, I really would. But, um, maybe we better go slow on doing anything else except kissing. Okay?”

The little ones shrugged, almost in unison. Whatever Gwen said was fine with them. Bambi knew that before long they would all be doing much more than kissing. There was no need to hurry. Amanda would go along with whatever Bambi wanted. And Paige wasn’t really sure what her sister was talking about. But her head was starting to clear now, the buzzing in her middle had receded somewhat, and she was getting curious…

“What do you mean besides kissing?” she asked.

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“All right, well,” said Bridget, when the sisters finally finished laughing, “I have to go get the girls pretty quick. You want to come with me, so you can drive your car back? Are you up to that now?”

“Yeah, sure, I’m fine,” Sheila smiled. “Between the coffee and the climax and the giggles, I’m all sobered up.”

“Good.”

Bridget got to her feet, picking up her bathing suit from the floor. “I’m gonna change into my shorts and top. I brought them with me somewhere. I forgot to bring any panties, but, oh well, who cares about that.”

“Now that’s the kind of attitude I like,” said her sister with a chuckle.

“And you know, Shiel, we really do have to talk some more,” Bridget said, as she rummaged through the gym bags she’d brought in from the car, “about Fiona, I mean. She was pretty upset. Not damaged or anything like that, but just confused and unsure of how to feel.”

“You’re right,” Sheila nodded. “Maybe we all three should talk about it together. Probably with Erin too. And maybe even Debby, I guess, if you think that’s right.”

“Hmm, well…” Bridget took a long, deep breath, pondering, and finally said, “Yeah, I suppose you’re right. No reason to hide it from her. She’d find out soon enough anyway. And I’ve always tried to be open with her about sexual stuff.”

“Okay, then, we’ll do that, I guess, with everyone,” replied Sheila. “Talk to them about it after we get back, before we go to the party.”

“Oh, right, the party. I almost forgot about that. Are you sure you still want — oh, wait, what am I saying — I really want to go to that party. My god, that woman, and… yeah, I definitely don’t want to miss that.”

Bridget found what she was looking for, taking out her shorts and her top. They were wrinkled but certainly wearable for the brief trip. She pulled them on, with no bra and no panties. Stepping into her sandals, she was ready to go.

Sheila smiled at her little sister. Then she stood up and gave her a warm hug and a kiss on the cheek.

“What’s that for?” asked Bridget.

“For being so understanding and so helpful and so damn sexy too. Just for being the best sister ever.”

“Aw, you’re sweet.”

They kissed on the lips, twice, and then Bridget helped Sheila tie her skimpy bikini back on.

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“What do you mean besides kissing?” asked Paige.

Gwen wasn’t sure how to answer that. “Um, well, you know, like more stuff, I mean.”

“What more stuff?” Paige persisted.

“I……”

“You mean masturbating?” offered Amanda, trying to be helpful.

“Well, yeah,” Gwen laughed nervously, “I guess that would be one thing.”

“You like to masturbate?” Bambi asked Amanda.

“Uh-huh, except my mom always helps me. I like it better than when I try it myself.”

Gwen’s eyes went wide. “You — your mom helps you?”

“Uh-huh,” Amanda started to nod but then put her hand over her mouth, grinning sheepishly. “Oops, she says I’m not s’posed to tell anybody.”

Frowning, Gwen asked, “Why can’t you tell anyone?”

“I don’t know,” Amanda shrugged. “She’s only helping me.”

“Yeah, but I mean, how does she help you?”

“You know, she puts her hand where my hand is supposed to go and she rubs me and stuff. Or sometimes she puts her finger in me. I do it for her too. We help each other,” the girl smiled. “It’s nice, I like it. But I can’t tell you about it.”

“Okay,” Gwen nodded, with a grin. “You didn’t tell us anything.”

“My mom taught me how when I was 8,” Bambi announced.

“Wow, really? That’s… pretty cool,” said Gwen as she squeezed her thighs together.

Paige felt left out. These two girls who were younger than her knew something she didn’t. Although she had a fairly good idea of what masturbation was, for whatever reason she hadn’t tried it yet herself and didn’t really know where to start. But if Bambi’s mom taught her to do it, and Amanda’s mom helped her do it, why hadn’t someone shown her?

It seemed embarrassing, though, to be a grade ahead of these other girls and have them know so much more than her, so she didn’t want to say anything about it. She just waited and listened. And luckily the conversation changed direction again.

Bambi looked up at Gwen. “Can we do more kissing now?”

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The oversized glass stall had double shower heads, the same as in Bambi’s bathroom. Three naked 30-something moms gathered under the warm water, rinsing the sand and salt from their bodies and then washing their hair.

Eve fully expected Angela to turn this into an erotic encounter and was mildly surprised, even a little disappointed, that she never did. Oh, there were a few playful touches with soapy hands, but that was all, nothing more.

As they got out and were patting their hair with big fluffy towels, Angela said, “You girls want some lotion? My skin dries out rather quickly, so after a shower I always douse myself in the stuff.”

The other two agreed that would be a good idea, and soon they were applying generous amounts of a delicately fragranced and delightfully smooth product that Angela said was French, rubbing the silky lotion all over each other. Happy sighs and purrs of pleasure were heard as arms and legs and bellies and breasts were gently caressed, but again, nothing overtly sexual took place.

They took turns using a pair of blow dryers to brush and fluff their hair, and then Angela led the women naked into the master bedroom. She pulled back the sheets on the bed and suggested that Eve and Tina get in, which they did. Then she went to the double doors and opened one, calling, “Gwen?”

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In addition to our handy charts of Characters and Relationships, we can offer you this guide for following the characters through Naughty Mommy’s interweaving stories in approximate chronological sequence.

Read each of the chapters in order as listed here:

1. The Lost Girl Game – We meet little Bambi and her sexy, seductive mom, Angela, for the first time, and get to know them through nine chapters of fun.
2. Showing Amanda, chapters 1 to 3 – Tina, who lives in Sacramento, California with her daughter, 10-year-old Amanda, has to answer the question: Should a mother teach her daughter how to masturbate?
3. Nanna Comes To Help, all 4 chapters – Carol (known by her granddaughter, Jordan, as ‘Nanna’) becomes deeply involved with her daughter, Stacie, and little Jordan during a visit to their home in Spokane, Washington.
4. Serendipity, chapter 1 – An introduction to the two-moms family of Veronica and Stephanie, who live in San Francisco along with their daughters Kelly, Hailey, and Holly.
5. Showing Amanda, chapter 4 – More developments between Tina and her daughter, and then plans are made for a fun vacation in San Diego.
6. Bambi at the Beach, chapters 1 to 4 – Angela and Bambi are back again, looking for seduction during a trip to San Diego where they meet up with Eve and her two daughters, Gwen and Paige.
7. Sheila, Bridget, and the Girls, chapters 1 to 4 – Sisters Bridget and Sheila live in San Diego. They have three daughters between them, more than enough to keep their hands full.
8. Serendipity, chapter 2 – Nighttime on the way to San Diego brings out the sexual playfulness in both mothers and daughters.
9. Bambi at the Beach, chapter 5 – After a memorable first experience with lesbian sex for Eve, she’s offered a challenging fantasy by Angela.
10. Sheila, Bridget, and the Girls, chapters 5 and 6 – It’s Sunday morning, time for cuddling, kissing, sexy showers, and then preparing for a day at the beach.
11. Bambi at the Beach, chapter 6 – At the beach on Sunday morning, Angela and Eve meet Tina and Amanda, then Angela meets Bridget and Sheila.
12. Serendipity, chapters 3 through 60 – Nearly all the main characters from the stories above will eventually come together (ha-ha) via happy coincidence in Serendipity.

By Naughty Mommy

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“Try this, Amanda! It feels good!!” Bambi was facing the wall of the oversized shower in her bathroom, one of the jets striking her crotch.

There were three more jets at the same level, one in each side wall and another in the center wall where Bambi stood. Amanda eagerly took her place beside her ‘twin’, squealing as she felt the stream of hot water stimulating her. Paige followed their lead, going to one of the jets on the side. Unlike the other girls, she had never had an orgasm. But as she positioned herself in front of the spray, she instantly became very aroused. This felt even better than when she would wash her private parts in the bathtub, way better!

Gwen stared at the three naked preteen girls, soapy fingers teasing her stiff clit.

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“Tell me more about what you did with my little girl,” Sheila said.

She and her sister Bridget were sitting by the kitchen table in Sheila’s house, both women masturbating. In a few minutes they would have to drive back to the beach to bring their daughters home, but right now they were sharing some special private time together.

Bridget continued, “Well, uh, like I said, I was, I was kind of touching her with my hands, sort of caressing her all over, everywhere.”

“She was naked?”

“Uh-huh. We both were.”

“Okay…” Sheila pushed two fingers deep inside her dripping pussy, groaning in pleasure as she reached for her g-spot.

“And I, um, well, first she started sucking my nipple, which felt really great, and then I, you know, started rubbing, um, between her legs.”

“You were playing with my 12-year-old daughter’s pussy?”

“Uh-huh.”

“That is so fucking hot.”

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Angela smiled. She and Eve and Tina were on the huge round bed in the master bedroom of the penthouse suite, all three still in their bathing suits and cover-ups.

The younger woman, Tina, was in the middle. She was leaning back on her elbows, a dazed look on her face. Angela bent down and gave her a gentle kiss on the lips. Pulling back slightly, she studied the brunette’s mouth, her pretty features, her lovely blue eyes. After a second soft kiss, this one held a bit longer, Angela whispered, “You haven’t done this before, have you… been with a woman, I mean.”

Tina shook her head. “No,” she breathed.

“That’s all right,” the blonde said, straightening up again. “You’re in good hands. Eve can tell you that, can’t you, darling?”

“Yes, you’re in good hands,” Eve chuckled. “Very good hands. We both are.”

Angela smiled more broadly. Raising one of those hands to her own breast, she began fondling an erect nipple through the thin material of her bathing suit. Then she looked at Tina. “Would you like to tell Eve and me what it is you’ve been doing with your daughter?”

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Bridget rubbed her clit as she stared at her sister’s pussy, watching Sheila fuck herself, two fingers sliding rapidly in and out, gleaming wet with her moisture.

“I like watching you,” she said quietly. “I always did, even when we just were kids. It made me so hot.”

“You like watching me?”

“Uh-huh, I really do.”

“I’m glad. It turns me on.”

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“Do you like it? Do you like how it feels?” Bambi asked with a big smile, standing in front of the jet of water in the shower stall.

Amanda nodded, closing her eyes and trying to concentrate. It was hard to speak. She couldn’t seem to catch her breath. “It’s… it’s like… it’s kinda like… with… my mom…” she finally managed to say.

And it really was. It felt almost as good as when her mother would touch her, putting her hands between her legs, rubbing her, helping her masturbate. This felt so good, in fact, that it might… it might give her that same feeling… might even make her…

She heard Bambi giggling, somewhere near. Amanda opened her eyes to look at her friend. Bambi was right next to her. Wrapping an arm around Amanda’s shoulder, she brought her face close, and the two naked 10-year-olds kissed.

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Sheila grinned at her sister. “So, if you like watching me play with myself, do you think you also might want to watch me… having sex with Erin?”

“Uh… you mean… watch you together?!” Bridget was surprised but also very aroused by this suggestion. She rubbed her clit faster.

“Uh-huh. I’d really like that,” Sheila continued, licking her lips. “I’d love to have you watch us while I’m eating her pussy.”

Bridget could feel a climax approaching. It was hot enough to picture Sheila and Erin having sex with each other, mother and daughter, but to imagine herself actually being right there in the room with them — that was even hotter!

“I want to do that soon, Bridget. I want to fuck Erin and have you with us. Would you like that? You wanna do that?” Sheila was just about there, on the verge of yet another orgasm.

“Oh my god, yes, I do!”

And then it was time. Spreading open her cunt with one hand while rapidly rubbing her wet fingers over her clit, Sheila cried, “Watch me now, Bridget! Watch me come!”

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Gwen glanced over and saw Bambi and Amanda kissing. That’s so exciting, she thought, as she continued vigorously ‘washing’ herself, it’s totally sexy — except she couldn’t tear her gaze away from her sister.

Paige was in another world, her eyes closed, her hands pressed against the shower wall, the hot spray flowing over her virgin pussy. She swayed rhythmically side to side, almost like a dancer, letting the jet caress her private parts, all around but especially right there in the very center.

Gwen didn’t know whether Paige had started masturbating, they had never talked about it. And she was sure Paige had no idea about her forbidden fantasies, that at night in her bed she would picture her little sister’s body and imagine herself touching the girl, rubbing her hands all over her, kissing her, licking her, tasting her—— and suddenly Gwen came.

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Sheila came hard, her vagina visibly pulsing, gooey moisture dripping out of her. Her face was bright red, her eyes squeezed shut.

Bridget licked her lips as she stared at the awesome sight. She wasn’t quite there yet herself, but she was rubbing her clit very fast and getting closer. Almost, almost there now…

“Watch me, Sheila,” she urged, “look at me… look at me!”

The other woman slowly opened her eyes, smiling as she looked at her naked sister, her legs spread wide as she furiously masturbated.

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“Yeah, I… I think I do want to tell you about us,” Tina nodded slowly.

Her head was swimming, partly from the tequila, she supposed, but also from that incredibly erotic kissing with both Eve and Angela, and mostly from the realization of what she was about to do. She was going to admit to having sex with her little girl — committing lesbian incest!

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Gwen clenched her thigh muscles, prolonging the aftershocks, as she marveled at how amazing it was — she’d just masturbated to orgasm in the shower with three little girls, one of them her own sister!!

Neither Paige nor Amanda appeared to have noticed. It wasn’t really a huge climax and Gwen was able to stay quiet, although Bambi still seemed to sense it somehow. She’d ended her kiss with Amanda and was smiling at Gwen.

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“Oh god — fuck — yes!!” Bridget cried as she finally toppled over the edge. Her legs came together, clamping around her hand.

Sheila watched, nodding happily, licking her own pussy juice from her fingers.

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Holding Amanda’s hand in hers, Bambi stepped toward Gwen.

The teenager took her own hand away from her pussy, trying not to shudder too obviously as she continued squeezing her thighs together, still feeling those delicious residual pulses of sexual energy.

Bambi hadn’t stopped smiling. She looked into Gwen’s eyes. It was clear she knew exactly what had happened. She knew Gwen had made herself come.

“Can you show Amanda how to kiss now, Gwen? How big girls kiss each other?”

“I — ”

“I already know how,” Amanda said proudly. “I saw it in a movie and then I did with my mom too. We like kissing that way.”

“You — ” Gwen was all but speechless. These kids were unbelievable!

“Paige?” Bambi said. “You wanna do some kissing?”

The pretty brunette didn’t move away from the wall, but slowly turned her head to look at them. Her eyes were glazed, her face flushed. She said nothing.

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“I… I was showing Amanda how to masturbate…” Tina began “…and then I, and then we did more. A lot more. And now, um, now we help each other all the time. I mean, we masturbate each other. And we kiss. We put our fingers inside each other. We… we have sex. A lot. I’m having lesbian sex with my daughter. Lesbian incest.”

“Mmm, that’s nice,” Angela purred as she continued massaging her breasts, now with both hands.

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Gwen made a decision. Or perhaps it was simply a reaction, an instinct.

She went to her sister. From behind, she took the 11-year-old in her arms. One hand went to her breasts, to those tiny swells on her chest. Under her soapy fingers, Gwen could feel that Paige’s nipples were hard, engorged. Her other hand slid downward, gliding over her mons, then caressing her smooth hairless pussy lips.

“You’re so hot, so sexy,” Gwen whispered, kissing her sister’s neck.

“What?”

“I just want to make you feel good…” Gwen stroked the girl’s labia the way she would stroke her own when she masturbated. She’d had a lot of practice, doing it two or three times a day, at least, since she was 12.

“What?”

Paige was confused. It felt nice, so nice the way Gwen was touching her — but Gwen was her sister — and that was wrong, wasn’t it? What would their mother think?!

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Paige’s mother could hardly believe what she’d heard. Tina and Amanda too? Just like Angela and Bambi? It was astonishing — and very arousing!! She put a hand between her legs and began rubbing herself through the thin fabric of her bikini. If these women can do it, Eve thought, then why can’t I, with my own daughters?

Continue on to Chapter 9