Juicy Secrets Forbidden Tales of Lesbian Love

By Naughty Mommy

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“All right, you four girls can entertain yourselves for a while,” Angela said as the elevator door opened and they entered the penthouse suite, “because us three moms have to work on getting this party organized.”

That wasn’t entirely true. She’d already spoken to the maître d’ at the hotel restaurant and given him instructions. It was all taken care of. But she did want some uninterrupted time now with Eve and Tina.

“Oh my gosh, is this… is this all one big…” Tina was astonished. It looked as if the whole floor was actually one large suite.

She didn’t want to sound too much like a hick, though, so she said, “I mean, um, it’s really beautiful. Maybe it’s not as nice as our room at the Ocean View Motel, but —”

“Mom, are you crazy?” Amanda interjected. “Our room there is tiny compared to this!”

“I know, honey, I was joking.”

“C’mon!” Bambi was tugging on Amanda’s arm. “I wanna show you my room!”

“Gwen,” Angela placed her hand on the teenager’s shoulder. “I hope you won’t mind staying with the little girls for a while. They’re so much younger than you, two 10-year-olds and an 11-year-old. You won’t be bored, will you?”

As they gazed into each other’s eyes, Gwen felt her arousal building again. Less than twenty minutes earlier, she’d brought herself to climax in the ladies restroom downstairs and she could still sense that wet stickiness between her legs. Would she be bored in a room with three sexy little girls, all wearing bathing suits, and maybe taking them off for her? Absolutely not! And she knew without a doubt that Angela knew exactly what she was thinking.

“No, I don’t mind.” Gwen shook her head, a sly smile at the corner of her lips. “I won’t be bored at all.”

“Good,” Angela nodded. “And there will be plenty of time for you to play with us too, later, I promise.” She patted the girl on the bottom, emphasizing her meaning.

Gwen giggled and trotted off, following the three children as they rushed into Bambi’s room.

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“Thanks, hon,” Sheila said as they were driving home. “I guess I kinda overdid it a little on the punch today. Sorry about that.”

“Oh, it’s all right, I don’t mind,” said Bridget. “This gives the kids more time to have fun. But, you know, I have to say you kind of surprised me there, getting yourself off right in front of those people we’d barely met. It’s just … wow.”

Sheila chuckled, “Yeah, I guess that was pretty bad, wasn’t it. But god, I mean, I was already so close and then I couldn’t stop. You know how I am.”

“It’s true, I know how you are.”

Bridget thought back to when they were kids, sharing a bedroom in the small house where they grew up. Almost as early as Bridget could remember, she’d heard her big sister Sheila, four years older than her, playing with herself in bed at night, kind of moaning and sighing, and she’d sometimes seen her doing it during the day as well.

When Bridget was around 8, Sheila had tried to teach her how to rub herself the same way. It didn’t really work at first. Bridget tried her best and loved the good feelings she would get when she touched herself like her sister showed her, but it wasn’t until a couple of years later that she had her first orgasm.

By the time she was 11 or 12, however, the two of them were masturbating together almost every night. They never really did anything more, like touching or kissing, although Bridget sometimes wanted to. They just sat in their separate beds and watched each other. Even so, that was very exciting for Bridget. When she saw her sister reach climax, she almost always did too. She was still uncommitted, though, about her sexual identity back then, feeling a little unsure of herself, attracted at different times to both boys and girls.

And unlike Sheila, who was not only very pretty but also outgoing and fun-loving, Bridget was shy, plain-looking, and kept mostly to herself. They were almost complete opposites and yet still very close, at least until Sheila got knocked up and got married when she was only 19.

Bridget had finally gone on her first real date — with a boy, unfortunately — when she was 17 years old. She lost her virginity a few months later to the same boy and didn’t have sex with a girl until she was in college, when…

Now wait a minute, Bridget silently chided herself, all this reminiscing isn’t getting me any closer to that conversation I need to have with Sheila, about her and Erin. So, how am I going to bring that up? She took a deep breath. I guess the only way to do it is to do it. Okay, here goes.

“Um, Sheila? There’s something we really need to talk about.”

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Angela, accompanied by Eve, gave Tina a brief tour of the suite, finishing, of course, in the sumptuous master bedroom with its stunning view of the ocean and the coastline far below. The younger woman was suitably impressed. Angela closed the double doors behind the three of them.

“Would you care for something to drink?” she asked. The bedroom had a well-stocked liquor cabinet, as did the large living area. “Wine? Scotch? Maybe a shot of some excellent tequila?”

“I… I don’t know…” Tina was standing at the huge bay window, awed by the expansive view, and in truth overwhelmed by everything that was happening. “….I guess maybe…”

Angela chuckled to herself, and then asked, “How about you, Eve? This Don Julio tequila is as good as it gets.”

“Well, sure, I’ll give that a try.”

The statuesque blonde brought out three shot glasses and filled them. Giving two to Eve, she took her by the arm and they walked over to join Tina by the window. Eve handed her a glass.

“I propose that we drink to this…” Angela said, looking Tina straight in the eye “…to the extraordinarily special intimate love between little girls and their mommies.”

That got precisely the reaction she was expecting. Tina’s mouth dropped open. Her eyes went wide. She blushed and swallowed hard.

Angela clinked their glasses together. “What do you say, shall we drink to that?”

“You — h-how — how did you know?” Tina stammered.

Eve was puzzled. What were they talking about?

Before replying to Tina, Angela threw down her shot, then smacked her lips together, smiling.

“I’ve been watching you,” she said, “the way you and Amanda are with each other. I don’t know exactly what you’ve been doing, but it’s obvious, to me anyway, that there is a strong bond of affection between you. Much more than between most mothers and daughters.”

Tina smiled weakly. “Well, yes, I guess that’s true.” She tipped the shot glass back and took it all at once. It made her cough and her eyes watered.

Angela took her elbow. “Here, why don’t we sit down,” she chuckled, leading the women to the huge round bed.

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“We need to talk about something that Fiona told me,” Bridget said.

Sheila frowned. This might be trouble. But she answered tentatively, “Okay…”

By then they were nearly home, at Sheila’s house. Bridget and her daughter Debby lived about a mile further away, in an apartment in an adjacent neighborhood. Pulling into the driveway, Bridget shut off the engine. “Let’s talk for a while inside, all right? After we bring the stuff in.”

“Yeah, um, sure.”

They took the coolers and other things inside, and then Sheila asked, “You want some coffee? I could probably use some.”

“Sure, that sounds good.”

As her sister got the coffee started, Bridget sat down at the kitchen table. They were quiet for a minute while the coffee brewed. When it was ready, Sheila poured two cups and brought one to Bridget. Sitting down at the table, she took a sip from her cup, and smiled, “So, what did she tell you?”

Bridget sipped her coffee, pondering. Then she began, “You remember a couple of nights ago, Friday night, when Fiona was supposed to be at a sleepover, only she came home because the other girl got sick?”

“Yeah, I remember.”

“Well, when she got home that night, she saw something. She saw you and Erin together.”

“Wow, she did? Oops.” Sheila stifled a grin. She knew she was probably supposed to feel ashamed or something, but she didn’t. “Um, what did she see? Like, everything?”

“Uh, she told me she didn’t watch for very long, but she saw enough to be certain what was going on. She saw her sister having sex with her mom.”

Sheila didn’t say anything. She just nodded and took another sip of coffee.

“So, I guess, first I want to ask if it’s true,” Bridget continued. “I don’t think Fiona was making it up, I’m sure she wasn’t. But I want, well, I want you to tell me yourself.”

“Yeah, it’s true.” There was no hesitation. “I was having sex with her that night, and I have been having sex with her since, uh, for about four months now I guess.”

“Wow…” In spite of herself, Bridget smiled at her sister. She knew she was not supposed to approve of such an admission. According to society, she should be horrified, outraged. But she wasn’t. Not at all.

She raised her eyebrows, leering at Sheila. “So, how is it? Good?”

“The sex?”

“Uh-huh.”

“It’s amazing. Totally great. I’ve had orgasms like, like you wouldn’t believe.”

“Nice.”

“Yeah, it is. It’s great. It’s all I ever think about, having sex with her again. Well, her and also Fiona too.”

That threw Bridget a little bit. “You haven’t had sex with Fiona too, have you?”

“No,” Sheila laughed, “not yet. But I’ve certainly thought about it a lot.”

Bridget cleared her throat. “Oh, um, you know, I guess… since we’re admitting things here… I guess I need to tell you about something that happened last night. Between Fiona and me.”

It was Sheila’s turn to raise her eyebrows. “Oh, really?”

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After proudly showing Amanda the view from her window and all her dolls and toys and clothes and stuff (the other two girls had seen everything the night before), Bambi turned to Gwen. “Can you maybe teach us more about, you know, how big girls kiss each other? Like you showed us last night?”

If Gwen had been feeling aroused out in the foyer talking with Angela, now she was really turned on! Would she do some ‘practice’ kissing with these three enticing young girls? Of course she would! But then she had an even better idea.

“Yeah, we can do that, but, um, my suit is kind of itchy from the sand and the salt water and everything. Do you guys want to get your suits off and take a shower in Bambi’s bathroom first?”

The kids all looked at each other. Paige and Amanda shrugged, allowing Bambi to take the lead.

“Okay, but can we do some kissing after?” Bambi asked Gwen.

“Sure,” Gwen nodded, “or maybe we can even start in the shower if you want to.”

Bambi grinned, “I like that. This morning in the shower my mommy was kissing me.”

And that confession prompted Amanda, “My mom kisses me too, but usually in bed, not in the shower. Sometimes in the shower though.”

Gwen could hardly believe what she was hearing. From Bambi it wasn’t all that surprising, but could Amanda actually be saying that she and her mom…? Wow!!

Paige was wide-eyed. This was all new to her. At 11 years old, sex hadn’t made much of an impression on her yet. She was curious, though, and she liked the way it felt when she rubbed herself in a certain way while she was taking a bath and washing her privates, but she wasn’t really sure if that was the same thing as sex. Was it? Maybe she would find out now!

“Come on!” Bambi urged. “Let’s all get in and take a shower together!”

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The three women were sitting on the bed, shots consumed and glasses set aside. Tina was in the middle. Angela patted her hand.

“Now first, dear,” she began, “I want you to know that anything you tell us is just between us. It’s completely private and confidential. All right?”

Tina nodded. Eve did too.

“Second, you don’t have to worry at all about our reaction to whatever you might say. We’re not going to be offended or shocked or anything, and likely not even surprised. I promise we won’t judge you.” That made her chuckle. “I certainly won’t judge you, because I’ve already done more with my little girl Bambi than you’ve probably ever imagined doing with Amanda.”

The younger woman’s eyes went wide. She looked first at Angela, then at Eve, and then back again at Angela.

“Yes, I’ve had sex with my daughter,” Angela nodded, “many, many times. The last time was just this morning, in fact. We love doing it, we both do. As I’m sure you’ve noticed, Bambi is about the happiest, most cheerful little girl there ever could be.”

“She—” Tina cleared her throat. “You’re right, she does seem awfully happy.”

“She is, and so am I.”

“Uh, Tina,” added Eve, “you, um, when you and I were talking outside about things, I told you I’m not really very experienced. That’s true, and, and I mean, I’ve never had sex with either of my daughters. Honestly I’d never even thought about it until I met Angela, but now I’m definitely ready for that. I want to, I really do. Anyway, I guess what I’m saying is, whatever you might want, or whatever it is you’ve already done, it’s certainly fine with me.”

Tina smiled at her.

“And there’s one more thing,” Angela went on. “You don’t have to tell us anything if you don’t want to. It’s completely up to you. No one will force you to say or do anything you don’t want to do. Of course, I hope you will share your juicy secrets with us.”

They all three grinned at that remark.

“And I also hope you’ll do more than just talk with us about sex, about the yummy things mothers can do with their pretty daughters…” Angela leaned in close “…I really hope you’ll do more with us, much more…” their lips were almost together “…would you like that too?” she purred.

“Yes,” whispered Tina, and then her mouth was covered by Angela’s.

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“Something happened between you and Fiona?” Sheila asked with a leer.

“Yes, well, um…” Bridget felt unaccountably embarrassed. After all, Sheila had just admitted to doing much more with Erin than the little she’d done with Fiona last night. Or maybe it wasn’t so little. In any case, she had to tell her.

“We, uh, she came into my bedroom after I got home from my date because she wanted to talk. That’s when she told me about, you know, about you and Erin. What she’d seen. And so we started talking, and then one thing led to another, and—”

“Did you have sex with her?” Sheila’s eyes were bright with anticipation.

“No,” Bridget chuckled, looking down at her hands. “Well, not exactly. I mean, she, uh, she sucked my nipples and I rubbed her, uh, her pussy, and she did have an orgasm.”

“God that is so hot.” Leaning back in her chair and spreading her legs, Sheila began to masturbate.

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Tina felt woozy, lightheaded, dizzy with lust, as Angela finished kissing her and drew back. She had certainly never been kissed like that before, and positively never by a woman! It was fantastic!

“Now I want to see you two kiss,” Angela said in a soft voice.

Tina turned toward Eve.

The other woman was smiling, blushing. But she slowly leaned forward, bringing her mouth close to Tina’s… and then she hesitated, their lips almost touching… almost, not quite, so close, close enough that Tina could feel warm breath on her lips… and then, a touch of the tongue, just the lightest lick… another tender lick, so exciting Tina was afraid she might faint… and then suddenly their mouths were together, soft lips sliding, tongues licking, both women reaching out, hands on bodies, grasping, touching, breath hot, panting, mouths wet, licking, sucking —

And then Eve pulled away, a broad grin on her face.

“Oh wow!” Tina gasped. She leaned back on the bed, supported by her elbows. “Oh wow!” was all she could say.

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“Tell me more,” Sheila urged, “about what you did with my daughter.”

She’d untied one of the strings on the side of her bikini bottom. The top was loose too, almost off. One hand was busy between her legs, and with the other she caressed her large breasts, pulling and squeezing the nipples.

It made Bridget very excited. She hadn’t been this close to her sister, watching her masturbate, since they were girls. Oh, she knew very well that Sheila did it all the time, often when Bridget was around, but usually it was kept at least partially concealed.

As she gazed into Bridget’s eyes, Sheila loosened the other string and the bikini bottom fell away. Putting one leg up on the table, she spread her thighs wide apart, exposing her sex to her sister. Now that our secret is out, she figured, why worry about hiding anything?

Bridget began masturbating too.

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The shower in the bathroom attached to Bambi’s bedroom in the penthouse suite was quite large, offering plenty of room for four naked girls. It was six feet wide, complete with double massage-style shower heads, not to mention jets of water that shot out from the wall at various levels. The kids laughed and shrieked, splashing each other, their emerging sexual excitement at least temporarily diverted into glee and playfulness.

Gwen was in heaven. She’d never told anyone (though Angela seemed to know somehow) about her deepest darkest desires, the intoxicating fantasies that always gave her the hottest orgasms when she masturbated. These were invariably about pre-pubescent girls, sexy little things only 9 or 10 or 11 years old.

And now as the tall teenager stood in the shower, gazing at the scene before her, she positively reeled with lust. Just look at them! Three smooth young bodies with deliciously slim arms and legs, their breasts barely starting to develop, and oh my god those tempting hairless slits — after quickly lathering up her hands, Gwen immediately began ‘washing’ her own pussy.

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“She was sucking my nipple, and it was so nice, it felt so good, so nice…” Bridget was rubbing herself over the top of her one-piece suit, but it wasn’t enough. She needed more. On impulse she stood and yanked the shoulder straps down, revealing her breasts, then quickly pulled the suit all the way off, stepping out of it and leaving it on the floor. She sat down again, spreading her legs, showing her wet pussy to her sister.

“That’s right, let me look at you,” Sheila cooed. “I want to watch you come. But tell me more about Fiona, about what you did with my daughter.”

Bridget massaged her clit and continued, “She sucked my nipple. She was naked. We both were. And I was touching her legs, her bottom, and then I, I put my hand on her pussy.”

“Uh-huh…” Sheila’s fingers were moving fast between her legs. “Tell me more.”

Continue on to Chapter 8

By Naughty Mommy

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Fiona was stunned. Was this really happening? Her mom having an orgasm in front of these people they barely knew? Right there on the beach, in public?!

Looking around, she saw that no one seemed too upset about it. Her sister Erin was blushing and giggling. Her cousin Debby, who was getting herself a can of soda from the cooler, did not appear to have even noticed. The girl with the ponytail, Gwen, was wide-eyed but smiling. And her Aunt Bridget and the blond lady they’d just met were celebrating!

Angela raised her glass, “Here’s to polishing the pearl!”

Bridget laughed, “I’ll drink to that!”

—————

Bambi was ecstatic. The sculpted image of her mom in the sand now had her legs open far enough that she could poke her finger in between them and make a dark little hole, almost like the real thing.

“Yeah, that’s perfect! Thank you, Paige!” Impulsively she took the girl’s face in her hands and kissed her on the lips.

But Paige never thought that Bambi would actually do that!! Actually make a, what was it called, a vagina! She’d made a vagina on her mom, right there on the beach, in public!

She wondered if she should tell Bambi she had to change it. Or maybe they should just knock the whole thing apart and start over on something else.

She could hear people behind them talking, murmuring. Some of them were laughing. Then she heard someone clap, and now more people were clapping. She looked around. A few observers had turned away, shaking their heads, but everybody else seemed to be smiling. They liked it!

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They heard the clapping.

“What in the world?” mused Tina.

“Will you look at that,” Eve said as she stood, “there’s a whole crowd down there. I guess we’d better go check on the girls. They’ve been at it a long time.”

“Yeah, I suppose we ought to. Except — do you think it’s safe to leave all our stuff here, with no one to watch it?”

“Hmm, I don’t know.”

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Sheila had masturbated at the beach many times before. She did it almost every time they were there in fact. But this was the first time she had ever climaxed with anyone except her daughter Erin or her sister Bridget close by — and never before with the two of them together, not to mention all the others! As her breathing began to slow she felt a little embarrassed at first, but then shrugged it off. She simply couldn’t help it. It’s just the way she was.

Bringing her hand out from under the towel, she pretended to wipe some sweat from her upper lip while enjoying the smell of pussy juice on her fingers.

“Here you go.” Bridget handed her glass to her, filled to the brim once again with chilled rum punch. “That’s the last of it, though, so enjoy.”

“I will,” Sheila smiled.

Angela winked at her. “Yes, you strike me as a woman who really does know how to enjoy herself.”

“Amen.” Sheila tipped her glass toward the teasing blonde, then took a swig of the potent punch.

It certainly was true that she knew how to ‘enjoy’ herself. She always masturbated several times every day, no matter where she was — at home, at Bridget’s apartment, in the bathroom in the teachers’ lounge during the school year (she taught 7th grade social studies), in the ladies restroom at the mall when they were out shopping — Sheila couldn’t go more than a couple of hours without making herself come. She’d even done it a few times it in the car while driving.

And she loved it. She loved sex. Well, no, that wasn’t quite right. She’d never been that crazy about sex when she was married. In addition to all his other faults, her always angry workaholic husband wasn’t very good in bed. She’d put up with him for six years until finally they were divorced. At least he pays his alimony and child support on time, she told herself, that’s one good thing. But in all those years with him, the only halfway satisfying sex she had was with her own hand. It was funny that she’d never really thought about having an affair while she was married. Men just didn’t seem to interest her that much. Maybe she really was a lesbian, after all, like her sister…

“What do you think, Sheila? Should we?”

“Huh? What?”

“I said, do you think we should accept the invitation from this brazen woman to have dinner with them tonight?” Bridget grinned.

“I do hope you will,” Angela added quickly. “You see, I just thought of it right now. I’m having several people in tonight anyway, so why not make a party out of it? I’d love to have you and Erin and Fiona join us. And Bridget and cute little Debby too, of course.”

“I… sure, I guess, why not?”

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At last, they were finished. Standing up, dusting sand from their hands, the two 10-year-olds and one 11-year-old admired their completed masterpiece. Paige still felt a bit uncomfortable, but both Amanda and Bambi seemed very pleased with themselves, especially Bambi. And, Paige had to admit, it really was well done. The three naked women looked almost real.

The crowd that had gathered around certainly approved. The young artists got another appreciative round of applause from the dozen or so people who’d been observing their progress.

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“One of us could stay here, I suppose,” Eve began. “Oh, wait, here comes Angela and Gwen now. Good timing.”

“Guess what!” Angela announced as they walked up. “We’re having a party tonight, and I’ve just invited five more guests to join us.” She was beaming.

Though taken by surprise, Eve smiled, “Well, okay, good, a party sounds like fun.”

Angela could be so impulsive, yet at the same time she was the most organized, goal-oriented person Eve had ever known. Quite a combination, not to mention beautiful and sexy. Especially in that bathing suit!

Tina couldn’t help but stare. Although the fabric had begun to dry, the damp one-piece suit still clung to the woman’s curvy figure, outlining every contour, highlighting every detail. It was absolutely stunning. She was starting to hope that Angela and/or Eve would try to seduce her, and soon.

“We were just going down to check on the girls,” said Eve, “but we didn’t know if we should leave our stuff here unguarded.”

“Oh, you don’t have to worry about that. Hotel security has someone patrolling this area. It’s perfectly fine to leave your things,” Angela assured them. “Are the kids still building something in the sand?”

“I think they are,” Tina nodded, “and they’ve been at it a really long time now. Shall we all go see what they’ve made?”

Gwen spoke up. “Um, I need to go to the restroom first. I’ll meet you down there, okay?”

“Sure, honey, sounds good.” Eve gave her 16-year-old daughter a kiss on the cheek, then admired the girl’s long legs and tight bottom as she walked away from them toward the hotel entrance.

“She’s a hot one you’ve got there, all right,” Angela nodded, “very, very sexy.”

Eve blushed deep red, mortified to have been caught ogling her own child — although she knew perfectly well that it certainly wouldn’t bother Angela. “Oh, uh, thanks. Let’s go check on the kids.”

“Yes, let’s.”

And the three moms strode down the sand to see what new creations their girls had brought forth.

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As Gwen entered through the revolving doors into the chilled air of the hotel lobby, she felt her nipples quickly becoming stiff. Over her skintight red Speedo she now wore a white mesh cover-up, but she wondered if her condition still might be noticeable. She didn’t mind at all if it was — she wanted people to look at her, to desire her, especially women!

The day had already been incredibly arousing: Angela groping her, actually rubbing her pussy in the ocean, and then meeting those two little girls who both excited her sexually, and then seeing one of the girl’s moms masturbating and having an orgasm right in front of them!

Oh my god, she was so turned on. That’s the main reason she’d said she had to visit the restroom. It wasn’t so much that she had to use the toilet, although she did, but she really wanted to be alone for a few minutes so she could attend to her other pressing need. Gwen pushed open the door to the ladies restroom — and found herself confronted by three more sexy little girls!

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“Okay, you know what I think?” said Bridget. “If we’re really going to this party later, I think we better head home pretty soon so we can clean up and start getting ready for tonight.”

Sheila shrugged and nodded. That made sense to her. But Debby wasn’t happy. “Aw, Mom, I don’t wanna leave already! Please can’t we stay longer?”

“Well, what I was going to do,” her mother said, “is drive your Aunt Sheila home first, because she’s in no condition to drive herself. Then I’ll come back and get the three of you. So, that means you’ll have, oh, maybe another hour, all right?”

“Okay! Come on, Fiona, let’s go in the ocean again!” Debby grabbed her cousin’s hand and the two girls went romping down toward the waves.

“You’ll keep a close eye on them, won’t you, Erin?” said Bridget.

“Sure, no problem.”

Bridget smiled and licked her lips as she watched the kids run. She loved them so — and she strongly desired their alluring little bodies. She took a deep breath, trying to calm her libido, then began gathering up things to take home with them on their first trip.

—————

Paige saw her mom and the other two women coming toward them. Uh-oh, she worried, will they be mad when they see what we’ve made? But then she realized how unlikely that was considering the way they’d all been acting lately.

“Hey, girls, what are you — oh, wow, look at that!!” Eve grabbed her daughter, squeezing Paige as she exclaimed, “I can’t believe it, that is just so amazing!”

“Mommy, do you like it?” Bambi was jumping up and down. “Paige did most of it, but me and Amanda also did some too. Do you like it?”

“Yes, darling, I do, I love it. It’s… quite appealing.” Angela chuckled as she admired the anatomically correct detail between the legs of her image in the sand, knowing very well who was responsible for that part. She picked Bambi up, hugging her and kissing her.

Tina knelt beside her daughter, an arm around the girl’s slender waist. “Oh, sweetie, this is just beautiful! Did you really do that yourself?”

“Yeah, kinda I did, only Paige helped me a lot.” Amanda hugged Tina. She loved her mother so much.

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It was a pair of cute blonde identical twins that Gwen saw, maybe 8 years old, along with an adorable little girl, even smaller than the twins, with flowing toffee brown hair and huge brown eyes. All three were in bathing suits, one-piece but clinging to their smooth young bodies.

Coming out of the restroom behind them, herding them, was another girl, a teen a couple of years younger than Gwen. She was petite, only 5’2” or so, with a slim figure. Her face was very attractive, especially her wide kissable mouth with full pink lips and her absolutely gorgeous green eyes. The three little girls paid almost no attention to Gwen, but the teenager definitely gave her a look that showed interest. Her gaze held for a long moment on Gwen’s erect nipples.

“Kelly, come on!” The little brunette was tugging on the older girl’s arm.

“All right, all right.” They walked past Gwen, but the teen turned just before the door swung closed, sending her a dazzling smile. Then they were gone.

As aroused as Gwen already was, this encounter made her needs even more urgent. She rushed into a stall in the empty restroom and sat on a seat. Pulling aside the stretchy fabric at her crotch, she began rubbing herself. She was shaved completely bare, she’d taken care of that in her morning shower, and now she was extremely wet. Sliding between her pussy lips, the girl’s long fingers quickly became lubricated with her slippery juices.

—————

“Well,” pronounced Angela, “you kids have really outdone yourselves this time. That might be the finest piece of sand sculpture I have ever seen in my life.” Putting Bambi down, she gave Paige and Amanda congratulatory hugs and kisses.

“Now, though, I think we all should probably get out of the sun for a while. Why don’t we get Gwen and go upstairs to the suite?” Angela smiled, taking both Tina and Eve by the arm. “I need to order food and drinks for the party tonight, and you two can help me decide what we should have.”

—————

Gwen climaxed in the bathroom stall. It was the first time she had ever done such a thing, masturbating in a public place, but she simply couldn’t wait any longer. Luckily no one else was in the restroom, because she hadn’t been able to stay very quiet. She tried to relax her trembling body as her orgasm gradually subsided. Finally she stood up, took a deep breath, then went to find her mom and the others.

—————

After loading the coolers into the trunk and getting Sheila into the passenger seat, Bridget started the car. She’d made her decision. It was time to talk with her sister about incest.

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Kelly felt a tingle in her crotch as she took the girls back to their table in the hotel coffee shop where Carol and Stacie and her two moms were finishing their lunch. That tall athletic brunette she’d seen, the one with such long poky nipples, had her very excited. She wondered if she might have a chance to see the girl again during their vacation, maybe even meet her and talk with her, and maybe even… well, who knows?

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By Naughty Mommy

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Bridget, Debby, and Fiona laughed as a small wave broke against them, foamy water swirling around their hips. Holding hands with the girls, Bridget led them into the ocean.

Fiona noticed that they were walking in the direction of another woman, a blonde, who was with a teenage brunette, and those two were coming from further out straight toward them. What really caught her attention, though, was the bathing suit the woman was wearing. It was white, one-piece, but when wet it was virtually transparent. You could see everything! Dark nipples, big boobs, her navel, and then, as the woman moved into shallower water, oh my god, look at that! You could see her— her everything, just like she was naked!!

Angela approached them, smiling as she saw the reaction her sheer suit provoked. The barely pubescent brunette, a girl of about 11 or 12, was openly gawking at her body. A younger brunette, maybe 8 or 9, was also examining her, and so was the woman with whom Angela had made such meaningful eye contact earlier.

“Hi,” she called to them, “it’s beautiful, isn’t it?”

“Yes, it is,” Bridget grinned, her gaze taking in Angela’s figure.

“My name is Angela,” said the shapely blonde, holding out her hand. “This is Gwen.”

Bridget took her hand. “Hi, I’m Bridget. This is my daughter Debby and my niece Fiona.”

Fiona was a little surprised at the way they’d just walked right up to each other and said hello, almost like they’d planned it in advance or something. When she was finally able to tear her eyes away from Angela’s practically nude body to look at Gwen, she discovered to her surprise that the tall slim brunette with the ponytail was staring at her chest, at her nipples! Then she remembered that she was wearing a very revealing suit herself, a tiny bikini her mom had picked out for her. The top was a narrow strip of cloth with no shoulder straps, and it barely covered anything. Not that she had much to cover, just little buds, but the cool water made her nipples poke through the thin fabric and Gwen certainly seemed to be enjoying the view.

“Hello, Fiona, what a lovely girl you are.”

“Huh? Oh, hi, um, thanks.” As Fiona belatedly took Angela’s hand, she saw that the woman too was studying her erect nipples while doing nothing at all to hide it. She felt self-conscious, but also proud in a way that she actually could attract the attention of the teenager and the older woman.

“And hello, Debby, it’s very nice to meet you,” Angela said, turning to the younger girl. “I love your little bikini, it’s so cute. Do you mind turning around so I can see the back?”

“Okay.”

Debby turned, and Bridget briefly felt embarrassed that she had bought her daughter such a skimpy bikini. The top was blue with silver sequins, just a pair of triangles on the girl’s flat chest. The bottom was in a ‘cheeky’ cut, allowing more than half of her little bum to show. Bridget loved seeing Debby in it, though, and she couldn’t miss the approving looks that both Angela and Gwen were giving her now, as they also had to Fiona.

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As she molded wet sand into the appearance of a woman’s body, Paige felt uneasy. When she’d created a topless mermaid the day before with the assistance of Gwen and Bambi, that had seemed mostly innocent. But now Bambi was insisting that they sculpt images of three women in the sand, lying beside each other, holding hands, sunbathing nude. And these were not just any women either — they were supposed to be Tina, Angela, and Eve, the girls’ moms!

She knew the shape of her mother’s body well enough. It was easy to observe when Eve wore a two-piece suit, as she had today. With her artist’s eye, Paige instinctively picked up small details she could include that would bring the sand sculpture to life, make it real. Still, it seemed kind of weird, really weird in fact, to be doing this, producing a likeness of her naked mother right out here in public. It felt weird, and yet… and yet it was also strangely exciting.

While she worked, Paige helped Bambi and Amanda too, showing them how to mold the forms with a subtle quality of individuality, giving each sand woman her own personality. The other girls were delighted with the results. Only half done, they were actually able to see their moms emerging there in front of them. A small crowd began to gather, observing the process and marveling at the results.

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Eve tried to stop herself from trembling as she held Tina’s hand. It was only the night before that she’d had her very first experience with lesbian sex, and now it seemed as if she soon might have the chance to make love with another woman, with Tina.

It was all so sudden, but Eve was thrilled. As she’d told Angela, she could see at age 39 that she’d been waiting a long time for something special to happen, something new in her life — and this certainly qualified! She felt deeply happy and also very grateful, not to mention highly aroused. Her nipples were stiff and throbbing, and as she squeezed her legs together she could feel the dampness in the crotch of her bathing suit.

“So, uh, you said you never married?”

“That’s right,” Tina nodded.

“Is that because you… well, because you prefer women?”

The younger brunette grinned, “No, I, I mean, yeah, um, maybe I do. I think I do. But I… I have to be honest. I’m not, you know, very experienced. I mean, actually, I’ve… I’ve never been with a woman.”

She felt her face coloring, however, as she thought about all the things she’d done with her daughter. That absolutely was lesbian sex, even if Amanda was only a 10-year-old girl and not a woman. So was she really being honest? Should she tell Eve the truth? But how could she? What would the woman think of her?

Eve squeezed her hand. “I’m glad you said that. I’m not very experienced either. Not at all. My first time was, well, I mean, it was just last night. With Angela.”

“Really?”

“Uh-huh.”

“Wow. You seem, I don’t know, sort of more confident, more sure of yourself than that. Like you’ve done this a lot or something.”

That made Eve smile. “I don’t always feel confident inside, but I’m working on it. Angela has helped me more than you can imagine. She’s, um, she’s showing me how to open all these doors that I’ve kept closed for a long time.”

“Doors? What do you mean?”

Eve released Tina’s hand and began to slide her fingertips slowly up the inside of the woman’s arm. The touch of her fingers on the tender skin made Tina shiver with arousal.

“What I mean is I’m starting to look at other possibilities now too,” Eve said softly. “Not just women, but… other possibilities too. Younger ones.”

“You mean…… girls?”

Looking straight into Tina’s eyes, Eve nodded, “Uh-huh.”

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Amanda knew her mother’s body very well. She and Tina not only slept naked together every night, but spent many happy hours touching each other, offering affection, giving pleasure, sharing sexual excitement. She didn’t think of it in those terms, of course. For her, it was a simply a wonderful mommy showing her daughter how to masturbate, and in return, letting her daughter help her feel good.

Now, as she created an image of her mother in the sand, it felt almost as if she really was with her mom, caressing her. She could practically feel that warm moist spot between her legs, the place she loved to touch more than any other. Patting the wet sand, forming the exact shape of her mother’s vulva, the 10-year-old girl felt a familiar arousal, a tingling between her own legs. She badly wanted to be with her mom at that moment, to slide into bed with her, kiss her, have her mommy touch her all over everywhere, make her so excited until—

Amanda suddenly realized that people were staring. She was breathing hard and she knew she had to be red in the face. I guess maybe I’d better work on her hair or something else for a while, she told herself. As she shifted around toward the top of the three life-size sand sculptures, she noticed Bambi grinning at her.

The little blonde, the one both their moms said could be her twin, hopped up and came over to kneel beside Amanda, whispering in her ear, “You like your mom a lot, I know, I can tell. But don’t worry, it’s okay. I like my mommy a lot too, the same as you do.”

Bambi gave her a little hug and kissed her on the cheek before returning to her own work. It made Amanda feel better, although she was still embarrassed.

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The sun, the rum, and especially the memory, still so fresh, of having hot sex that morning with her daughter Erin… it all combined to make Sheila incredibly aroused.

The 35-year-old woman reclined in her beach chair, slathered in oil, the top of her bikini untied and laid across her large breasts, barely covering the nipples. She wore a light straw hat with a wide brim. Under a pair of dark glasses, her eyes were closed. The tall glass beside her was empty. A big towel draped over her middle hid Sheila’s hand, which was inside her loosened bikini bottoms. She was masturbating and getting very close.

Sitting nearby in the shade, Erin watched her mom. She knew what she was doing, of course. She knew how much her mother loved to masturbate, how much she loved sex. It was exciting to see how bold she was, playing with herself like that in public! Erin would never be brave enough to do such a thing, but it really turned her on.

Just then she noticed that her Aunt Bridget was on her way back along with the girls, and two strangers were with them as well. “Uh, Mom? Better be careful…”

Sheila opened her eyes, but didn’t take her fingers away from her clit. She glanced down at herself. Well, maybe that is a bit too obvious, she thought. Then she raised one knee and pulled the beach towel up over it, tenting it. There, now no one can tell. She continued masturbating.

Angela wasn’t fooled for an instant by the ruse with the beach towel. Even from far away she’d been able to detect that the busty auburn-haired woman in the lounge chair was rubbing herself. She had an acute sense for such things. And she also had a strong admiration for a person so devoted to her own sexual pleasure. What she saw increased her confidence that she could bring these two moms — and their three daughters — inside her widening circle of incestuous lesbian playmates.

As they reached the blankets laid out on the sand marking the group’s spot, Angela grinned when the redheaded teenager’s mouth dropped open. The girl was goggling at her.

Erin had never seen a bathing suit like that in her life. Was it even legal? The blonde lady was dripping wet and her suit was almost totally transparent. You could see everything — the woman’s big tits, her nipples, her totally shaved pussy — omigod, everything!! Erin crossed her legs and squeezed her thighs tightly together, stimulating her clit.

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“Can you make my mom’s legs open?” Bambi asked.

Paige wasn’t sure what she meant, and just looked at the girl quizzically.

“You know, so they’re open a little bit. Um, apart, I mean, so you can see more.”

The images of three nude women lying on their backs in the sand all had their legs together. Bambi’s mother, Angela, was in the middle. Paige had built the center figure’s basic outline to be slightly taller than the others, as she was in real life, and Bambi had made sure to give her mom much larger and more prominent breasts than the others, which Angela certainly possessed.

But to open her legs, to part her thighs, would be a bit of a challenge. And, Paige realized, it would also be, sort of… pornographic… but then, this was art, right? Besides, it was only a sand sculpture that soon enough would be washed away or kicked apart. So, she set herself to the task of spreading the middle woman’s legs open a little bit. Once she began, it was kind of fun to figure out just how she should do it.

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“Sheila and Erin,” said Bridget, “I’d like you to meet Angela and… Gwen, right?”

The tall brunette teen nodded.

“Gwen and Angela, this is my sister, Sheila, and her daughter, Erin.”

With her free hand, Sheila took off her sunglasses. Her other hand was still between her legs. She knew she ought to stand up, it would be the polite thing to do, but with all the rum in her system she wasn’t sure she could stand up. Besides that, she had no desire to stop rubbing herself, not after seeing the blonde woman’s sexy body so openly displayed, and not when she was getting so close!

“Hi,” she somehow managed to say, panting only slightly, “ah, you want, ah… I mean, can we give you something to drink? We have, ah…… a damn good… rum punch…”

Angela smiled at Sheila as she stepped closer to her. “Yes, I think I would like some. But don’t bother to get up. You’re busy. Just tell me where it is and I can serve myself.”

Bridget had to stifle a laugh. She knew very well what her sister was doing, and wasn’t surprised. But it was amusing to see how quickly Angela caught on and then actually joked with them about it.

“I’ll pour you some,” Bridget said, adding with a chuckle, “and I think I’ll have a little myself.”

They only had two glasses, so with bottled water Bridget rinsed out the one she’d used earlier. Filling the glass with rum punch from the second large thermos, she handed it to Angela, then poured a generous amount into a plastic cup for herself. “Want me to refill your glass, Shiel?”

“No, not… not yet…… just a… just a…… just a min—” and then Sheila came.

Continue on to Chapter 6

By Naughty Mommy

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Debby was standing tall, shading her eyes, peering off down the beach.

“What are you looking for, sweetie?” Bridget asked her daughter.

“Where’s the bathroom? I have to go.” She was looking for the public restroom they’d used on their earlier visits.

“Why not just go in the ocean?” Sheila giggled. “Use nature’s own toilet.”

“Eww,” the 9-year-old wrinkled her nose.

Bridget laughed and said, “No, you can just use the restroom in the hotel like I did. It’s around that corner, there’s one right inside the entrance. No one will care if you act like you belong there.”

Debby hesitated. The restrooms in the Playa del Mar were reserved for guests only, she knew. There were signs that said so. Sheila saw her reluctance and got up.

“Come on, I’ll take you,” she said, “I need to go too. How about you girls?” She looked at Erin and Fiona.

“Yeah, I’ll go,” Erin nodded, getting to her feet. Fiona just shook her head.

She looks pensive, Bridget thought, and she knew why.

It was Fiona who had informed her about Sheila and Erin, who said that two nights earlier she had discovered her mother and her sister having lesbian sex. It happened when a sleepover went awry after a friend got sick and the 12-year-old came home unexpectedly. They weren’t aware she’d seen them, though, and Fiona hadn’t said anything to them about it yet.

Fiona had revealed this to her aunt in a long talk just the night before, a steamy conversation that eventually resulted in Bridget masturbating the girl to orgasm. That would be a lot for anyone to deal with, thought Bridget, and she’s just a kid. No wonder she seems preoccupied.

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Angela knew now that she could get Tina. She could have her pretty much any time she wanted. And she was sure it would be nice, very nice. As always, however, the real goal for her was to have the young girl too, in this case the 10-year-old blonde cutie Amanda. Even beyond that, the ultimate aim, Angela’s highest aspiration when seducing a woman and her little girl, was for the two of them to become sexual with each other, to discover the supreme pleasure of incest between mother and daughter.

It was starting to come together. Angela was pleased. Eve was more than ready, she’d said so herself, and Tina gave all the indications of being available too. Eve’s daughters should not be that difficult, especially with Bambi’s help, and it looked as if Amanda would follow Bambi anywhere, doing anything she asked.

She smiled to herself. So far, so good. Now then, what about that other group she’d seen earlier, two women and three girls, presumably mothers and daughters — should she try for them as well? Sure, why not? What did she have to lose?

Angela stood up and stretched, reaching her arms high over her head, feeling the ultra-thin fabric of her one-piece bathing suit glide across her skin, stimulating her nipples, making them grow even stiffer than they usually were. Her eyes were closed, but she didn’t have to look to know that Eve’s gaze would be all over her body, as would Tina’s, and probably most of the girls’ too.

She shook out her hair, smiling broadly at the two women, then went to talk to the kids. They were just finishing up their cookies and discussing what they should make next in the sand. Eve’s second daughter, Paige, was quite a talented young artist and had already impressed everyone with her remarkable sand sculptures.

Bambi enthused, “And we’ll do ours, okay? Me and Amanda?”

Amanda was nodding eagerly. Before Bambi could recruit Gwen, Angela said, “Why don’t you three go get started on whatever you’re going to do? I want to take a swim, and I was hoping Gwen would give me some tips, being such a good athlete.”

“Oh, I’m not really” — Gwen began, but Angela squeezed her hand and gave a look urging her agreement — “um, sure, I can do that if you want.”

So the younger girls gathered up plastic buckets and shovels and other tools provided by the hotel and ran off to produce another masterpiece. Still holding Gwen’s hand, Angela told Eve and Tina that she and the teen were going in for a swim, and added, with a wink, that perhaps the two of them should use the time to get better acquainted.

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Bridget waited until Sheila, Erin, and Debby disappeared around the corner of the building on their way to the hotel restroom. Then she knelt on the blanket beside Fiona, gently rubbing her niece’s arm. “Hey, honey, how’re you feeling?”

The girl frowned and shrugged, looking down at her hands. “Aw, you know, just weird… it’s like I can’t say or do anything. I don’t like it.”

“I know, I’m sure it must be hard. So awkward for you. I guess we need to do something about it, don’t you think?”

“Yeah, but what?”

“Well, we need to talk about it. Talk with them, I mean, or at least with your mom first.”

“Okay,” Fiona replied with a sigh.

“Do you… do you want me just to talk to her about it myself? Without you? Would you be more comfortable that way?”

The girl nodded, “Yeah, I guess I would.”

Just then two women passed by quite near their spot. The two paused a moment, their eyes shaded, looking toward the sea. On closer inspection, Bridget saw that it was actually a woman and a teenager — and the woman was the statuesque blonde she had seen earlier! It was the one with whom she had made such significant eye contact, sharing illicit thoughts almost telepathically. Bridget’s heart beat faster.

The two conversed briefly, then started down the sand toward the water, but not before the woman glanced behind her, looking directly at Bridget, making an implicit invitation for her to join them.

“Hey, you want to take a dip with me when your mom and the others get back?” Bridget asked Fiona. “I’d like some exercise.”

“Yeah, all right.”

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After choosing cards to decide who would sleep where that night in the condo, everyone took their bags into their rooms to change into bathing suits. Carol and Jordan went with Kelly and Veronica to the room that had two beds. This will be interesting, Carol thought to herself as they began removing their clothes. I haven’t seen my sister naked since we were teenagers. She still looks awfully good at 41, so slim and sexy.

Veronica felt a bit self-conscious. The game of Musical Beds, as they’d deemed it, struck her at first like a fun but sort of silly idea. Now, however, as she unbuttoned the front of her light cotton dress and then dropped it down and stepped out of it, she sensed a sexual charge in the room. She was sure she wasn’t imagining it.

What an incredible few days this has been, thought Kelly. Two nights in a row, I’ve heard sounds of sex between moms and daughters, and last night I was kissing and hugging a 7-year-old girl who was grabbing my boobs. Now tonight I get to sleep in the same bed with Mom. Not only that, but in the same room with Jordan and Carol, and who knows what might happen with the two of them. It’s awesome! The teenager was jittery with arousal as she opened her tight denim short-shorts and pushed them down her legs.

Okay, I’m getting naked, Veronica told herself, and why should that bother me? It’s just my sister and my daughter and my grandniece. No big deal, right? But when she reached behind her back and unhooked her bra, letting it fall away, she was certain she could feel eyes on her. Not only Carol’s and Kelly’s but the child’s too!

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It turned out that the twins’ things were all packed in one bag, so Stacie and Stephanie and Holly and Hailey all ended up changing together in the big bedroom. Stacie tried to hide her growing excitement. Over the past few weeks she had become sexually intimate with her daughter, but she wasn’t sure if it would only be Jordan who would appeal to her that way. Now she was certain it wasn’t. Through the corner of her eye, she watched the 8-year-old twins stripping out of their matching outfits and felt a surge of lust. She wanted them very badly.

Uh-oh, Stacie thought, I really better slow down. If I’m not careful, I might just… oops, too late. Before pulling her underwear down, she’d turned away from the others. If she hadn’t, they might have been able to see the dark wet stain in the center of her baby blue satin panties. She quickly stepped out of them and stuffed them into her bag, then pulled on the bottom of her bikini. God, I hope they can’t smell it. I sure can!

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Kelly didn’t know where to look first. Jordan was naked now, and Kelly totally loved little girls, their perfect smooth young bodies. But she also wanted to look at her Aunt Carol, who had those great legs and a really nice figure. More than anything, though, she wanted to look at her own mom. Kelly was obsessed with the idea of mother-daughter incest. She often pictured her mother nude when she masturbated, imagining the two of them in bed together, holding each other and kissing. She’d always thought that would be just a fantasy for her, but after the last two nights almost anything seemed possible.

Carol made sure to get completely nude before reaching into her bag, which she’d left on the floor, to take out her two-piece suit. Standing with her feet apart, she bent at the waist, long legs held straight, and pretended to have trouble finding the suit. I can’t believe how much I love this, she thought, being an exhibitionist. It really turns me on. The view she offered did not go unnoticed by either Kelly or Veronica.

Jordan, on the other hand, had seen her Nanna naked many times. Right now the little girl was staring intently at Veronica who had frozen in position — just as she began taking her panties off — when Carol bent over. The woman had the top of her bikini on but not the bottoms yet, and her panties were held at mid-thigh. Jordan could see that she was shaved bare, just like her Mommy was. She was about to say something when there was a knock on the door.

Stephanie poked her head inside. “Aren’t you guys ready yet? Come on, we’re —”

Then she stopped, blushing deeply when she realized she’d caught Carol in the altogether. “Oh, sorry, I mean, we’re getting hungry.” She backed out of the door, giggling.

The interruption defused some of the sexual tension. The two women and two girls quickly finished changing and went to join the others for lunch.

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Eve could feel perspiration forming on her upper lip. She picked up a napkin to blot it away as she took a deep breath and slowly let it out. Am I really going to do this? Me, an inexperienced conservative single mom, getting ready to seduce a woman I’ve just met? With the aim of having sex with both her and her 10-year-old daughter?? Her heart pounded. It was hard to believe, and yet — and yet she was going to do it!

She took another drink of wine, bracing herself. Smiling at the other woman, hoping her voice wouldn’t shake, she said, “What kind of work do you do, Tina?”

“I’m a social worker. Or, actually, an administrator of social workers, a bureaucrat, I guess you could say. I work in Sacramento, the state capital. That’s where we live. How about you?”

“I’m a legal secretary in a big law firm in Phoenix. We’re here for a week on vacation.”

“Yeah, us too. I mean, we’re here for the week. We’re not staying in the hotel, though, too pricy for us. We have a room in a motel a few blocks away. It’s called Ocean View, but I think the only way you could see the ocean is to stand on the roof,” she chuckled.

“Is your husband with you?”

“No, I…” Tina looked down at her hands. “I don’t have a husband. I never married. It’s just me and Amanda. We’re… I mean, it’s just the two of us.”

Something in the way she said this made Eve think there might be an unusual closeness between Tina and her daughter, a special kind of intimacy. Perhaps that’s what Angela picked up on earlier, why she invited them to join us for lunch. Eve knew that Angela’s instincts were almost never wrong.

“I’m glad your daughter met ours. They all seem to get along great,” said Eve. “She’s such a pretty girl. Tall for her age, isn’t she?”

“Yes,” Tina smiled, showing her dimples. “Tallest one in her class, in fact. Or she was this year. She just finished 4th grade. What grade are your kids in?”

“Paige will be in 6th next year. And Gwen will be a junior in high school. Jeez, it’s amazing how fast they grow up. Makes me feel like an old lady.”

They both laughed, and as they did, Tina appraised the other woman. She was a bit older than Tina, who was 32. Probably close to 40, she thought, but very attractive, a tall slender brunette with gorgeous legs and beautiful hazel eyes. I wonder… she and Angela behave as if they are a couple, so if I give in to Angela’s overture, does that mean we’ll have a three-way thing? She pictured herself lying in bed with two lovely naked women kissing her, one on either side, and felt a tingle in her center.

“Well, you certainly don’t look like an old lady,” said Tina, sending Eve what she hoped was a flirtatious look. Lifting her wine glass, she took a deep swig. Then she licked her lips, keeping her gaze locked on Eve’s.

Both women were breathing deeply as they stared into each other’s eyes. Sexual electricity seemed to crackle in the air. Tina slid her hand over to cover Eve’s. Their fingers knitted together.

Wow, thought Eve, I don’t even have to do the seducing — she’s doing it for me! But does this mean she’ll be willing to go as far as Angela and I really want her to go? Will she let us involve her daughter too?

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It wasn’t a swimming lesson at all. Not that Gwen had expected it to be. She knew Angela well enough by now to know that sex was nearly always the first thing on her mind. Which was fine with Gwen. She already knew she was a lesbian, although she hadn’t announced that to anyone yet. But Angela seemed to sense it right away somehow. And Gwen was ready and willing to accept the woman’s erotic advances, even if she didn’t quite realize how overt they would be.

As they moved into deeper water, beyond the first set of waves, Angela immediately began groping her. She stroked the girl’s firm thighs and squeezed her ass under the water, and when a swell covered their chests, her hands went to Gwen’s breasts, caressing and pinching the erect nipples. Gwen was shaking with excitement. She loved the feel of the older woman’s experienced hands on her body.

There were other bathers fairly close by, so they couldn’t be too obvious about it, but the two were able to sneak in a few open-mouthed kisses. Angela wanted even more, though. She took Gwen’s hand in hers and pressed it between her legs, thrusting her barely-covered pussy against the teenager’s palm, urging her to masturbate her.

“I want you, Gwen. I want to fuck you and I want you to fuck me.”

“You — I mean, like, right here?” The girl was dizzy with arousal, but not quite sure she was ready for actual sex out there in public.

“No, darling,” Angela chuckled as she released Gwen’s hand, “not here. I’m just giving you a taste. You and I will have a lot more fun later. You and I, and your mother too.”

“My mother? What do you mean?” Her eyes were wide.

“You know what I mean.” Now Angela’s hand was reaching beneath the water to Gwen’s crotch, cupping and squeezing her mound. “Your mom and I made love last night. And we talked about you while we were doing it. I want all three of us to be together. And that’s what your mother wants too.”

“She — I — I don’t —” Gwen stammered. The combination of such a startling suggestion along with Angela’s skillful stroking of her pussy was almost too much for her. She couldn’t think straight, could barely even stand up.

Angela pulled the girl close, an arm wrapped around her waist, her hand still between Gwen’s legs, though moving less insistently now, more slowly and suggestively. They looked into each other’s eyes, their faces almost touching.

“I want you, Gwen. I want you and your mother. I want you together, and I also want you to be together. Do you understand?”

The teenager nodded. She certainly understood all right, even if the idea was mind-blowing. Sex with her mom??

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Sheila, Erin, and Debby finally returned from inside the hotel. Erin was eating an ice cream sandwich. Debby was munching on a bag of peanut M&M’s.

“You want some?” The 9-year-old held out the bright yellow bag to her cousin Fiona, who took a few.

“Thanks,” she nodded.

“Hey, we’re going in for a swim,” Bridget told the others as she got to her feet, pulling Fiona up with her. “Anyone want to come with us?”

“Yeah, I will,” Debby chirped, as she gobbled the last of her candy.

“No, not me,” Sheila said, refilling her tall glass of rum punch. “I’m happy here.”

Erin shook her head, taking her place once again in the shade. The redhead’s skin was so fair that she had to be very careful about getting too much sun.

“Okay, we’ll be back in a little while.”

The woman and the two girls headed down toward the ocean, Bridget scanning the water for the alluring pair she’d seen several minutes earlier.

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“And you know what else?” Angela continued. “There’s more. We’re going to do more than that, Gwen, much more. I’ve seen how you look at Bambi. I know you want her. You know I know you want her, and it’s fine with me. I want you to have my daughter. She wants it too, I can assure you of that.”

“Me, Bambi?”

“Yes, of course. I saw it right from the beginning, when I first met you yesterday afternoon. You want her. You like little girls. And it’s fine with me, it’s perfectly fine. In fact, I like little girls just as much as you do.”

“You do?”

“Yes, absolutely. I love girls that age. You know, about 9, or 10, or 11… like Paige.”

“Like Paige?” Gwen felt like an idiot, simply repeating phrases, but she had no idea what else to say.

“Yes, like Paige. I want her too. And so do you. I’ve seen the way you look at your sister. You want to fuck her, don’t you?”

“Well, I mean, I…”

The other swimmers in the area had moved further away, providing them a bit more privacy, so Angela took the opportunity to give Gwen a long, deep, wet kiss, which the girl eagerly returned. She may be flustered, Angela thought, but she certainly is not resisting any of this.

As they finished the kiss, Angela glanced toward the beach. Wading into the surf, heading in their direction, were a woman and two girls. She released Gwen from her grip, gave her one last quick kiss on the lips, and said, “Come on. There’s someone else we need to meet.”

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The two families walked out, locking the front door of the condominium behind them, and then stood for a moment gazing at the view. Carol smiled as she breathed in the salt air, feeling quite proud.

The weather was perfect, pleasantly warm with a light breeze, the ocean sparkling with sunlight. To the south, on their left, the land curved around and out to sea, creating a rocky point perhaps a mile away. On their right, the beach stretched far to the north, brilliant white sand now crowded with bathers and sun worshipers. Adjacent to the condo they’d rented were four more, all to the south. Five other condos were opposite that group, facing toward the street. Theirs was the northernmost of the ten, the one closest to the big hotel, the Playa del Mar.

“Hurry up, I’m hungry,” urged Jordan, tugging on her mom’s hand.

“All right,” laughed Stacie. “I know what you mean, I’m getting hungry too.”

So, the four women and four girls set off to find a place for a late lunch.

Continue on to Chapter 5

By Naughty Mommy

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Bridget Stewart was feeling highly aroused, a warm tingling sensation between her legs, her nipples stiffly erect beneath her one-piece suit. She often would get that way at the beach as she watched all the hot teenage girls — and younger girls too — running around in their scanty bikinis. But her juices were really flowing now because of an unusual encounter she’d just had.

She’d been distracted as she returned from a visit to the restroom, thinking about the important conversation she would need to have with her sister. How did you bring up a subject like that? ‘Oh, by the way, Sheila, I know you’ve been having sex with your daughter. Nice weather we’re having, isn’t it?’  Bridget wasn’t sure where to begin, but she knew it was something they would have to discuss sooner or later. Probably sooner.

So, as she’d turned a corner of the building, heading back to their spot on the sand, she wasn’t paying attention and had almost run headlong into a little girl and a statuesque blonde walking just behind the child. Bridget mumbled an apology and started to go past them but then stopped. There was something about those two. The girl, also blonde and maybe 10 years old, was in the tiniest bikini you could imagine, her slender young body on display. The woman, presumably the mother, was in a skintight one-piece suit that showed off her superb figure.

What made the incident so striking, though, was not how they looked, it was the looks Bridget got from them, from both of them. The little girl and her mother each had studied her, their gazes running up and down her form, practically undressing her. And when she made eye contact, there was no question at all. These two, the child and the woman, were lesbians in search of new sexual conquests. Bridget wasn’t sure how she knew, but she knew.

She didn’t say anything else then, just went back toward the area where she and her group had some blankets and towels laid out on the sand. But she felt the woman’s eyes following her.

Sheila Donovan, who was sitting in a lounge chair in a skimpy two-piece suit, holding a tall glass of rum punch and wearing sunglasses, smiled up at her sister. Bridget returned the smile and then glanced at Erin, Sheila’s older daughter, who was sitting in the shade. The fair-skinned redhead, 15, would be the subject of the eventual conversation Bridget needed to have with Sheila.

Bridget looked down at the other two girls lying on their backs in the sun, working on their tans. One of them was Sheila’s younger daughter, Fiona, 12, a pretty brunette, small for her age. The other was Bridget’s own daughter Debby, also a brunette, only 9 years old. Both were in bikinis. She had very much enjoyed rubbing lotion all over their sexy young bodies earlier in the day.

Then she turned and looked back the way she came. The other woman was still standing there, gazing at them. Bridget saw how her eyes caressed the nearly naked bodies of the young girls, and now she was certain: the woman was a pedophile, a lesbian pedophile. Bridget could tell, because she was one too. She knew that look and understood it well. She sent the woman a smile of recognition.

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Angela Parker could hardly believe her luck. She and her daughter Bambi had already made excellent progress with the lovely Eve and her two daughters during the previous 24 hours; a few minutes ago they’d met another woman, Tina, and her little girl Amanda, who also seemed like very good possibilities; and now, completely by accident, she’d had this encounter that seemed to promise even more opportunities. Was it serendipity?

She winked at the woman who was watching her, then turned away, heading up to join her daughter and their guests for lunch.

When she arrived at their reserved area in front of the hotel, Angela found the girls and their mothers admiring the buffet she had ordered. Not only were there makings for sandwiches, but also chips and dips, chicken wings, a selection of salads, shrimp cocktail, and more. Two bottles of white wine were on ice, along with an assortment of soft drinks for the kids. There was even a tray of freshly baked cookies and brownies.

Eve grabbed Angela’s arm as she walked up, squeezing it warmly. “Wow, this is amazing! Just look at it all!”

“You know, I really had no idea,” said Tina, shaking her head. “I mean, you have to let me pay for our share of this, please.”

“Oh, don’t be silly, my dear. I invited you, and that’s all there is to it. Your job is just to enjoy it.”

She looked more closely at the woman, a blue-eye brunette, very pretty, with long slender legs. Tina was perhaps two inches shorter than Angela, who was 5’8”. Under a gauzy cover-up, she wore a dark blue two-piece suit that showed off her flat stomach and trim waist. Her breasts were small but set high on her chest. And when she smiled, her cheeks showed the cutest dimples — they made her look like a teenager. Angela definitely wanted her.

But even more than her, Angela wanted Tina’s child, Amanda. The 10-year-old, who was in a one-piece pink and blue Barbie swimsuit, was standing next to Bambi perusing the cookies and brownies. The two girls, both with blue eyes and straight, shiny blonde hair, not only were the same age but almost the exact same size and shape. They might have been twins, little blonde twins. Angela imagined having both in her bed, one girl sucking on each nipple. What a delicious idea.

Gwen, Eve’s oldest daughter, picked up a plate. The tall athletic brunette, 16, smiled at Angela, “Is it all right if we start?”

“Yes, of course, please go ahead. Help yourselves.”

All four girls eagerly dug in. Gwen let the younger ones, Amanda, Bambi, and also Paige, Gwen’s 11-year-old sister, go ahead of her. When the kids’ plates were filled, Eve and Tina took their turns, while Angela opened a bottle of wine, pouring three glasses.

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Less than a hundred yards away, Carol O’Neill turned the key in the front door of the furnished beachfront condo she had reserved for their dual family vacation. As soon as the door was open, 7-year-old Jordan, Carol’s granddaughter, bolted inside to explore their home for the next week. Hot on Jordan’s heels were the blonde twins, Hailey and Holly, age 8. After a quick tour of the small kitchen and combination living/dining area, the three raced upstairs, shrieking and giggling.

“Look at them go,” Carol smiled to her daughter, Stacie, Jordan’s mom.

Carol’s sister Veronica came in behind them, along with Veronica’s daughter Kelly, who was 14. They were followed by Stephanie, the mother of the twins.

“I’m just glad to see them getting along so well,” said Veronica.

“Me too,” agreed Stacie.

“I wasn’t really worried,” Stephanie said. “Girls that age seem to bond pretty quickly. And how could they not love Jordan? She’s a doll, Stacie.”

“Oh, thanks. Jordan is so happy I can hardly contain her. She adores the twins, and then there’s Kelly.” Stacie patted the slender teen on the shoulder. “Jordan absolutely worships you, honey.”

Kelly grinned. It was actually hard for her to hang back and not go zooming around the place with the younger girls. That was her impulse, but she thought maybe she should try to act a little more mature.

“You were such a huge help on the way here,” Stacie added. “It was like having a substitute mom take over my job so I could just sit back and relax.”

Carol walked into the kitchen, then back out to the living area. “It seems a lot smaller than in the photos,” she commented.

“But the location is perfect, right here on the beach, with the hotel close by, restaurants, shopping, everything,” said Stephanie. “I think it’s great!”

“So do I,” agreed Veronica, giving her sister a kiss on the cheek. “Thank you for doing this.”

“Mommy, which room is mine?” Jordan called. She was standing at the top of the stairs, flanked by the twins, all three red in the face and panting from their exertions. “Can we go in the ocean now? When do we get lunch?”

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“Mommy, can we have lunch now?” asked Debby as she sat up on the beach towel.

Bridget smiled. “Sure, if you’re ready.”

“Aunt Sheila, what did you bring?”

“Besides this, you mean?” Sheila giggled, holding up her near-empty glass of rum punch. Two large thermoses of the potent concoction were in the cooler. “Well, I made ham and cheese sandwiches, plus a couple of cheese-only sandwiches if you’d like that better. There’s some carrot sticks and potato chips too. And sodas. That’s all. We can get other stuff at the snack bar later.”

“Okay.”

Debby crawled across the blanket to the cooler and opened it up. Her mom helped her find a cheese sandwich, and they got out the carrot sticks and the chips. Erin and Fiona made their selections too. Bridget took a ham and cheese sandwich for herself, but Sheila was content for the time being with just a refill of punch.

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Jordan’s breathless stream of questions brought chuckles from the four women down below. Carol took charge of answering, “Okay, let’s see, first, there are only three bedrooms, so we’ll have to figure out who bunks with who. Nobody gets their own room though. Second, yes, you can go in the ocean now if you want, but only with adult supervision, okay? Not by yourselves. Also I’d suggest you put on swimsuits before you do. And, uh, third, we can have lunch whenever you like. We don’t have any food here yet, so I guess we’ll find a restaurant or something. But now the question is, what do you girls want to do first?”

“Go in the ocean!” “Eat lunch!” “Look around!”

Their overlapping replies got even more laughs. After a short discussion, a consensus was reached: they would take a few minutes first to decide who would sleep where and do some basic unpacking. Then they would all change into bathing suits and cover-ups and take a walk to find a place for lunch. After that, they’d hit the beach, play in the water, get some sun and have some fun. Everyone seemed happy with the plan.

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Eve Anderson was all aflutter. So much had happened so quickly! It was hard to believe that she and her daughters, Gwen and Paige, had arrived at the beach in San Diego only the afternoon before, not 24 hours earlier, after driving over from Phoenix. Gwen had made friends with Bambi somehow, then Angela came over and introduced herself, and before she knew it, Eve was being kissed by the sexy blonde — and enjoying it! They went to dinner together, the moms and the girls, and then Gwen had the idea for a sleepover slumber party. Angela spent the night in Eve’s bed, Eve made love to a woman for the first time in her life… and it was just amazing, completely awesome, better than she ever thought it could be.

Now as she sat with Angela and Tina enjoying her lunch, a nice salad and a shrimp cocktail along with an excellent glass of white wine, Eve was dizzy with anticipation and excitement. Was something going to happen with Tina and maybe even with her young daughter too? Would this innocent vacation she’d planned end up as a lusty lesbian incest bacchanalia? Is that what she wanted? Yes, it was!

She was still feeling very turned on from the conversation she’d had with Angela about an hour earlier, shortly before they met Tina, a conversation in which Angela confirmed what Eve had begun to suspect — that she and her daughter Bambi, only 10 years old, were sexually active with each other! Eve found that to be not only shocking but also highly arousing. When she pictured the two of them in bed together, she immediately felt her pussy getting wet.

Eve had been so intensely aroused by this — and by the realization that what Angela ultimately wanted was for her, Eve, to also become sexually involved with her own daughters — that she had impulsively offered to do it all right away, to immediately get the girls and go up to their hotel room and do whatever Angela wanted. Anything! Everything! Eve had never been more turned on in her whole life. It was like her insides were a sponge drenched in syrup, all hot and sweet and juicy and overflowing. When she squeezed her legs together, as she was doing now, her clit tingled and she could feel the wetness in the crotch of her bathing suit. She wanted to come. She smiled at Angela and licked her lips suggestively.

Angela knew what Eve was thinking about. She could tell by the look on her face. It gave her an idea, a way to move things along with Tina, to find out if her instincts about the other woman were correct.

She took Eve’s hand in hers and squeezed it affectionately, making sure Tina saw the gesture. Then, while Tina was still watching, Angela leaned over and kissed Eve on the mouth, holding the kiss long enough to make it clear that the two of them were lovers, or at least sex partners.

As she ended the kiss, she smiled at Tina, “Sorry, sometimes I just can’t help myself. I see something, and I want it, and then I just do it. That’s how I am.”

Angela slid her other hand over to gently caress Tina’s hand, her fingers delicately stroking, her intentions obvious.

Tina’s eyes went wide, then she pulled her hand away, blushing. “I, I’m sorry, I, I don’t…”

But behind the protestations, Angela saw something else. She detected a glimmer of interest, a spark of lesbian desire. She was definitely encouraged.

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Stephanie, Veronica, Stacie, and Carol trooped upstairs to have a look at the condo’s three rather small bedrooms. The first room had a pair of double beds squeezed in, and the second a queen-size bed. These two rooms shared a bath. The third room, the larger one, had a king-size bed and its own bathroom. They began discussing possible options for sleeping arrangements, but then —

“Hey!” Carol almost shouted. “I have an idea, a crazy fun idea. Let’s make this into a week-long vacation slumber party. We have four women and four girls, that’s four beds for eight of us, right? Two to a bed? So, we won’t assign rooms or beds permanently. Instead, every night’ll be different!”

All Carol got was puzzled looks, but that didn’t slow her down. She went on, “We can rotate by age, maybe, or… no, wait a sec… I’ve got it!”

The woman’s face was glowing with excitement, and it was contagious. The others might not get the idea yet, but none could resist her zeal. They watched as she dug into her travel bag and pulled out a pack of Uno playing cards, sorting through until she found a pair of ones, a pair of twos, a pair of threes, and a pair of fours. She set the eight cards on a small table in the hall.

“Right now we’ll do the first night. See, each of these cards is for a different bed, either one, two, three, or four,” pointing toward the designated beds as she spoke. “We shuffle them up, then everyone takes a card. That tells us who sleeps where and with who, get it?”

“So, it’s like, musical beds or something?” Kelly smiled.

Carol laughed, delighted. “Yes, that’s perfect — Musical Beds, that’s what we’ll call it.”

“Well, you’re right about one thing, it is crazy,” chuckled Veronica. “But what the heck, why not?”

Stephanie and Stacie also shrugged and grinned, willing to go along.

“Mommy, what does it mean?” Jordan asked with a frown. “Where do I sleep?”

Stacie knelt beside her. “That’s what we’re going to find out, honey. It’s kind of a game. Every night maybe we’ll each be in a different bed, like a party.”

“Okay.” The little girl still didn’t understand, but she trusted her mom and the others.

Stephanie spoke up too. “Hailey and Holly, what do you girls think? Does this sound like a fun plan to you? You can say so if you don’t want to do it. No one will get mad at you, I promise.”

“That’s right,” Carol concurred. “In fact, unless everyone, including the kids, definitely is excited about it and wants to try it, then we shouldn’t go ahead. We’ll just figure something else out. Something more… conventional.”

After only a little more discussion, they all agreed to give the idea a try, at least for one night. Everyone drew cards, in order of youngest to oldest. The end result was: Jordan 3, Holly 1, Hailey 2, Kelly 4, Stacie 1, Stephanie 2, Veronica 4, Carol 3. This meant that Stacie and Holly would sleep in the king-size bed in the master bedroom and Stephanie and Hailey would share the queen bed in the middle room while Carol and Jordan took one of the double beds and Veronica and Kelly took the other double bed in the first room at the top of the stairs.

With that decided, it was time for lunch. The women and girls each took their bags into their rooms for the night and began to undress and change into bathing suits.

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Tina Burke didn’t really know what to think. Was it a mistake to have accepted this lunch invitation? Should they leave? It certainly startled her when Angela began coming on to her so quickly and so aggressively. Not that she hadn’t been approached that way before. Almost always by men, though, rarely by women — that had happened only a few times. And Tina had never accepted any of those propositions, from the women or the men. It wasn’t that she was a prude or anything. She simply was not interested in romance or such things at this point in her life.

She was a single mom, never married, and had in fact been totally chaste after the ugly date rape that resulted in her pregnancy. Chaste, that is, except for her frequent masturbation, and… and also the special things she’d been doing recently with her daughter Amanda.

She looked over at Amanda, sitting in a wicker chair swinging her pretty legs, a plate of chicken wings and potato chips and slices of cheese balanced on her lap. Bambi was right next to her, the two of them chattering away. They seemed to be fast friends already. So maybe, for Amanda’s sake, she wouldn’t rush off too quickly.

And besides, it did feel sort of, well, sort of thrilling in a way to be approached by a glamorous, sexy woman like Angela. Even though Tina had never been with a woman and didn’t yet regard herself as an ‘out’ lesbian — despite what she and Amanda had done together — if she was being honest with herself, she had to admit that if and when she became ready to have an adult sex partner in her life, she was pretty sure she would want it to be a woman, not a man.

Was she ready for that? Was it time? Tina let her gaze swing slowly around to meet Angela’s. The blonde gave her a sly smile. She was holding Eve’s hand in hers, rubbing it sensuously. Tina glanced down for a second, but then raised her eyes again. She picked up her wine glass, tipped it in the woman’s direction, and with her eyes fastened on Angela’s, drank deeply.

Continue on to Chapter 4

By Naughty Mommy

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The road trip down the California coast turned out to be great fun. The van was well stocked by Stephanie with snacks and drinks, there were plenty of games and videos for the little girls to keep them entertained, and the views were absolutely beautiful. They stopped for a night at a motel just outside L.A., planning to finish the drive to San Diego the next morning.

The night in the motel was interesting. They had two rooms, each with two queen-size beds. Again there was a long discussion of who would sleep where. Eventually it was determined that the twins and their moms would be in one room, with Carol, Stacie, Kelly, and Jordan in the second.

“We’ll put the girls in one bed,” said Carol, “and Stacie and I will take the other. Or, who knows, maybe we’ll all just squeeze in together!”

As she made this remark, Carol sent a lascivious wink in the direction of her daughter and her granddaughter — or at least that’s how it appeared to Veronica. It made her wonder again about some of the peculiar things her sister had written in her emails before the trip. If you read between the lines, it almost led you to think that they… but no, it couldn’t be, Veronica reproved herself, I’m just imagining things.

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It seemed strange to Kelly the way her Aunt Carol was looking at her. As soon as she’d begun to undress for bed, pulling her loose sweater over her head, she felt the woman’s eyes all over her. It was kind of like those boys at school who ogled her, who pawed her whenever they could, who were always begging for more. There was a big difference, though — she didn’t like that, and she did like this. It made Kelly feel all jumpy and happy inside when she noticed a woman examining her body. She was certain by now that she only liked girls, not boys, even though she hadn’t said that to anyone yet, not even her mom, either of her moms.

Like her mother, Veronica, Kelly was petite. At 14 years old and standing not quite 5’2”, she weighed only 90 pounds, but she was athletic. She enjoyed swimming, hiking, bike riding, and playing sports. The girl was happy with the shape of her body, slim and soft but strong too for her size. She often admired herself naked in the mirror, and really liked it when other women or girls would look at her.

The teenager realized suddenly that her nipples had become firmly erect. With her sweater off, she was wearing just a thin white tank top with no bra. She glanced down at her chest and saw the tips poking through the clingy material. Her breasts were small, barely an A cup, but her nipples were sensitive and highly responsive. And when she looked up at Carol again, she could see that those perky nipples of hers were getting plenty of attention.

What was totally wild, though, was that the older woman not only was looking at Kelly with blatant sexual hunger in her eyes, but also at Stacie, her own daughter, and even at Jordan!!

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In the room next to theirs, Veronica shook her head, but that didn’t change anything. She couldn’t shake the notion that her older sister Carol might actually be having sex with her own daughter, and maybe even with her granddaughter too! The idea was outrageous, ridiculous, preposterous — and incredibly erotic.

As she and Stephanie and the twins prepared for bed, images streamed through her mind: Carol and Stacie lying together naked, kissing, with Carol on top of Stacie, humping her daughter, or… Stacie taking off Jordan’s clothes, running her hands all over the child’s smooth body, then spreading her legs apart, putting her mouth down there, licking her little pussy, or… all three of them together, kissing and touching and sucking and licking and fingering, three generations of lesbian incest.

Was it possible? Could it be? Surely not, and yet…

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“Mommy?”

“Yes, honey?”

“Can I sleep naked with Kelly or do I have to wear something?” asked Jordan as she pulled off her panties.

The question made Stacie laugh, in spite of her embarrassment. “No, I think you should put some jammies on. You’ll be more comfortable that way.”

“No, I won’t.”

“Well, you put your jammies on anyway. Go ahead.”

“You know, she just might have the right idea,” commented Carol, with a wry smile. “After all, we’re on vacation. Why not treat this as an adventure? You’re the mom, of course, and what you say goes. But it might be fun to give it a try.”

“Give what a try?” Stacie asked, frowning slightly.

“All of us, the four of us, sleeping naked tonight, just for fun.”

Kelly’s eyes went wide. It did sound like fun, but it was kind of shocking too. Could they? Would they really? She hoped they would!

Stacie glanced at her cousin. Kelly wore a look that was hard to read. She seemed uneasy but there was something else there too, a hint of excitement, of anticipation. When their eyes met, Kelly grinned and shrugged, as if to say sure, whatever.

The young woman took a deep breath. Apparently it was up to her to decide. There was certainly no doubt what her mother wanted. And so far, the things she had proposed for them over the past few weeks, no matter how improper — to say the least! — they might seem to others, had brought her and her little girl nothing but happiness. So, why not?

Stacie winked at Carol. “You’re the mom, of course, and what you say goes. Is it all right with you, Kelly?”

“Yeah, um, okay.”

“Yay!” clapped Jordan. “Come on, Kelly, take off your clothes!”

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It was late and Veronica and Stephanie wanted the kids to get some sleep, so they decided to turn off the light. But as Veronica lay in the dark trying her best to drift off, she couldn’t stop thinking about her sister, about lesbian incest, and the more she thought about it, the more aroused she became until sleep seemed inconceivable.

Finally she turned to the familiar easy sedative of lovemaking with her partner. That always would leave her totally satisfied and ready for a deep, restful slumber. There was one problem, however. Their 8-year-old daughters were in the bed right next to theirs. But most likely the girls are asleep by now, Veronica told herself, and even if they’re not, we can just be quiet. They wouldn’t have to know. She snuggled closer to Stephanie and let her hand find a breast.

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“Do you know how to play Pony?” Jordan whispered. She and Kelly were naked in bed together with the lights out. They lay facing each other, clasping hands, both too excited by the novelty of the situation for sleep to be anywhere near.

“No. What’s that?”

“It’s a game. I can show you how. Not now, ‘cuz Mommy might get mad. But I’ll teach you, okay?”

“Sure, okay.” Kelly whispered. She was puzzled, though. Why would her mom get mad just because Jordan taught her a game?

“Do you know how to kiss? With your tongue?”

“Um, what?”

“Like this.”

And the little girl kissed her! Jordan brought her mouth to Kelly’s, lips parted, tongue probing. Kelly was startled, but she couldn’t help herself — she opened her mouth and they shared an incredibly exciting wet kiss.

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Carol and Stacie were spooning, mother behind daughter. They could hear the girls whispering in the bed across from theirs, although at the moment they weren’t paying much attention to them.

The older woman nibbled at the soft skin under her daughter’s ear, licking and kissing her neck, her hands roaming over the 25-year-old’s slim body, sensually caressing her legs, her belly, her breasts. And Stacie was enraptured, completely willing, eager to surrender. She sighed in pleasure as she shifted slightly, parting her thighs, inviting her mother’s hand to reach down and find the abundant warm moisture she could feel gathering there.

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Stephanie almost never resisted Veronica’s advances. She loved her partner, she loved having sex, and besides she was basically a giving person. It simply wasn’t in her nature to refuse. But if there was ever an exception, this should be it. How could they do it now, with the twins right there?

Her nipple didn’t seem to care about any of that, though, instantly becoming erect when Veronica began to fondle it. It felt good, so good, but still, they really shouldn’t, should they? No, they couldn’t. Reluctantly, Stephanie turned her head, ready to whisper that perhaps they should wait for a better time, but before she could utter a sound, her mouth was covered by Veronica’s.

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Kelly wasn’t sure what to do or think. She loved little girls, sometimes fantasized when she masturbated about touching and kissing them — but this wasn’t fantasy, this was really happening!

Jordan finally pulled away. Both girls were panting now, breathing hard. Kelly was actually trembling with arousal.

“Do you like that?” Jordan whispered.

“Um, uh-huh, yeah, but…” Kelly tried to catch her breath “…how did you ever learn to kiss like that?”

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Veronica was suddenly ravenous, feeling as turned on as she ever had in her 41 years. She thrust her tongue between Stephanie’s lips as she squeezed her partner’s breast, pinching the nipple hard. She felt her own nipples aching with need, begging to be touched and licked and sucked. Was it the taboo thrill of incest that so excited her? Was it the idea of making love in the same room with their daughters? Whatever it was, she was nearly out of control.

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“Nanna taught me,” said Jordan.

“She — she — Nanna??” Kelly couldn’t believe what she’d just heard. And she also couldn’t believe what she was feeling. The little girl’s hands were on her bare breasts, fondling them, squeezing them, playing with the nipples. What was going on?!

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Holly and Hailey were light sleepers, they always had been, and when something awakened one of the pair, the other also woke up. They were attuned that way. Now as they lay on their backs in the dark, wearing their matching nighties and holding hands, they were listening.

They knew their mothers had sex, of course. It’s what married people did, or people who were practically the same thing as married, like their moms. And the twins knew what sex was, at least vaguely. But they had never been in the same room with their mothers before while the women were having sex.

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Stacie loved kissing her mother. The woman was a wonderful kisser, and besides, this was the person who meant more to her than anyone else in the world except her daughter. Over the last few weeks, the two had joyfully rekindled the closeness they’d shared when Stacie was a child. And then they’d gone further, much further, now sharing total physical intimacy.

She groaned as she felt her mother’s finger entering her. God, yes, she wanted it, she wanted her mommy, her beautiful mommy, to fuck her cunt. Stacie spread her legs wider apart. She was breathing hard, already getting close, holding her mother’s face in her hands, kissing her deeply, sucking her tongue.

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Stephanie couldn’t resist. She couldn’t say no. She’d tried to, but with her partner kissing her mouth and squeezing her breast, showing such urgent need, such strong desire for her, her inhibitions melted away. So what if her little girls were right there in the bed across from theirs. Sex was natural, it was beautiful, so why not?

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“What are you — you shouldn’t —” Kelly stammered. But she made no move to prevent the child from touching her. It felt so good!

“I like it,” Jordan told her. “Yours are kinda small, like Mommy’s. Nanna’s are bigger. I like yours, though.”

What did that mean? That the little girl fondled her mother’s breasts the same way? And her grandmother’s too? Omigod, it’s unbelievable! But Kelly sighed in pleasure as Jordan pinched her nipples, pulling on them, twisting them. And almost without realizing what she was doing, she leaned closer to the 7-year-old, bringing their lips together, kissing her again.

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Hailey and Holly could whisper nearly soundlessly, understanding and sharing thoughts as only twins can do. Now as they lay in bed listening to their moms make love, few words were needed. “…kissing, tongues…” “… sucking…” “…boobies, nipples…” “…she’s excited…” “…I know, and…” “… finger inside…” “…funny smell…” “…listen…”

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Jordan was on top of Kelly, hands on her breasts, kissing wetly. The teenager loved what was happening to her, even if it seemed unreal. Could she actually be doing this, kissing a naked little girl, grabbing the child’s bare bottom?

She really was, and it was awesome, amazing — but what was even more amazing was what she could hear taking place in the bed next to theirs. Part of her mind was listening to that, and there was no doubt, none at all. Carol and Stacie, mother and daughter, were having sex!!

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As she continued fucking Stacie with her finger, Carol shifted slightly higher on the bed, taking a breast in her free hand, pointing the nipple, feeding it to her daughter’s mouth. The young woman eagerly accepted the hard nipple, sucking, licking, biting, tasting, loving her mother’s breasts. Then Stacie’s hand reached out, touching a thigh, sliding up, rubbing the crotch, so much wetness there, her fingers spreading the labia, probing within, seeking her mother’s cunt, finding it, and then pushing inside.

“Yes, god, fuck me!” Carol groaned.

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Kelly was so turned on, she couldn’t stop herself, she had to do this. She opened her legs and with her hands still on Jordan’s little bottom, pulled their mounds tightly together.

Breaking the kiss momentarily, Jordan whispered, “Pony-Pony?” Kelly didn’t reply, had no idea what it meant, only knew she wanted Jordan’s pussy on her pussy. She grabbed the girl behind her head with one hand and pulled their mouths together again as she spread her legs even wider apart and arched her pelvis, thrusting her sex against the child’s.

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Lying face to face, hugging and kissing, Stephanie and Veronica masturbated each other. Fingers rubbing clits, dipping inside vaginas, hot slippery liquids coating their hands, both women breathing hard, getting very close.

Hailey and Holly whispered “…smell is strong…” “kinda nice…” “…something wet…” “…so much kissing…” “…we could try…” as they held each other.

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“Ooh! Mom! Yes!!” Stacie climaxed as her mother finger-fucked her.

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“Now—?” “Uh-huh, now!” Veronica and Stephanie reached orgasm simultaneously, gasping and groaning loudly. The woman were unable to stay quiet, and right now didn’t care anyway. Their daughters listened closely, spooning in the dark.

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Quickly recovering, wanting to give her mother the same pleasure she’d just felt, Stacie shoved her fingers deep inside Carol’s vagina, as far as they would go. She started sliding them in and out, using her thumb at the same time to stroke the clit. “Fuck me, fuck me, fuck me!” Carol urged.

Kelly’s legs were wrapped around Jordan’s, her hips bucking, trying to press their pussies more tightly together as they kissed and as she listened to what was happening in the bed across from theirs. She wasn’t sure she could come that way, but that was fine, it didn’t really matter. What she wanted was to feel as close as possible to the little girl, to feel her warm young body on top of hers. She squeezed the child’s cute bottom in her hands.

Then she heard her aunt climaxing. Wow! Just a minute or so before, she’d heard Stacie. It was so unbelievable — mother-daughter sex, something Kelly often fantasized about — and now it was really happening, right there beside her!

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“Thank you,” whispered Veronica as she gently kissed her partner, and as the women sucked each other’s fingers. It was the way they liked to finish after they mutually masturbated, sharing their juices.

“I love you,” Stephanie whispered, between kisses and licks. Gradually they settled down, holding each other, Veronica feeling sleepy at last.

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“I love you, Mom,” Stacie whispered.

The reply from Carol was a long, slow, intensely romantic kiss, soft lips sliding together, mother and daughter in deepest intimacy. They hugged, sighed, and soon drifted off.

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It was quiet now, only gentle breathing. That smell the twins had noticed before was even stronger, filling the room. It was an aroma they liked, though they couldn’t say why. Holly and Hailey were lying face to face, doing what they would do nearly every night on their way to sleep. They were hugging, foreheads together, lips occasionally touching, just the tenderest of kisses, a warm comforting connection.

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Kelly was still. After Carol and Stacie had reached orgasm, they quickly quieted. Jordan seemed to tire as well. It had been a full day for the little one, and it was very late. Soon her breathing slowed, and Kelly could tell she was almost asleep, lying atop her. She smiled to herself, gently caressing the adorable girl’s smooth skin.

Sleep did not come right away for Kelly, though, not for a long while. She had too much to think about. But eventually she joined the others in dreamland.

*      *      *

In the morning, when they got up, everyone behaved as though nothing unusual had happened. Kelly was surprised. She thought that maybe somebody would say something about it, but no, they were nonchalant, as if it was all perfectly typical, as if lesbian incest was a common occurrence.

In the next room, they weren’t quite so blasé. Stephanie and Veronica did their best to act normal, but both felt sheepish. And while the twins gave no outward indication of having heard what they’d heard the night before, knowing looks passed between them. Still, life went on.

Quick showers, breakfast, and then back in the van and on their way. The drive was shorter this time. In just a few hours they reached the outskirts of San Diego. Following printed directions and an only partially reliable GPS navigator, they managed to find the big hotel right on the beach, the Playa del Mar, and the group of condos associated with it.

They were there. It was just past noon, and their wonderful vacation was about to begin.

Continue on to Chapter 3

By Naughty Mommy

NOTE: This new series opens as a continuation of the story begun in Nanna Comes to Help, and then also mixes in characters from Sheila, Bridget, and the Girls, from Bambi at the Beach, and from Showing Amanda.

To keep everyone straight while you’re reading, use this link for Characters & Relationships. Serious readers may also want to consult this Readers Guide to follow all the threads through the interweaving storylines.

“Okay, Mother, that sounds great. We’ll have so much fun! All right, I will. You too… love you, bye!” Stacie O’Neill hung up the phone and went to find her daughter to tell her the news.

Jordan was in her bedroom playing. Stacie stood by the door and watched for a moment.

“Now you get on top, like this. Ride Pony on her tongue, okay? It feels good, right? Do you like it?”

The little girl was holding one of her Barbies on top of another, crotch to face. Both dolls were naked. Several other figures lay nearby in similar states of undress. Apparently Jordan was conducting a Barbie lesbian orgy.

Stacie smiled. She decided not to interrupt the game, instead continuing down the hall to her own bedroom to start thinking about what they might want to pack for the trip. The news could wait.

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After finishing the call to her daughter, Carol O’Neill sat down at the computer and prepared an email to her sister, giving their itinerary. Stacie would drive from Spokane to Seattle with Jordan on the following Friday morning, and then the three of them would take an afternoon flight to SFO, arriving at 4:30 on Delta. Originally they had planned to fly straight to San Diego, but then someone hatched the idea of renting a conversion van and driving down the coast from San Francisco. The scenery should be nice, and it would give them a vehicle to use during their week in southern California.

It seems like a good alternative, thought Carol. Probably Stephanie came up with it. My sister’s lover is a smart one, all right, and attractive too. Plus she has those adorable twins from when she was married before. They’ll be 8 by now and prettier than ever, I’ll bet. She was glad Veronica had made such a good match with Stephanie. The pair had been living in a two-mom lesbian partnership for almost five years, along with the twins, Hailey and Holly, and Veronica’s daughter, Kelly, who was 14. Carol hadn’t seen the little girls or the rest of her sister’s family in more than a year and was looking forward to it.

But that’s going to be quite a crew packed into the van, she mused, the five of them and the three of us, four women and four girls. They seem to think we’ll have plenty of room, though. I guess we’ll find out.

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Stephanie Franklin saw the email arrive from Carol, Veronica’s sister. Probably news about our trip, she assumed. Checking the subject line, she nodded to herself but put off reading the message until later. Right now she had something else on her mind. She clicked back to the other tab, returning to those enticing pictures of the sexy young girl, maybe 10 years old, wearing a skintight leotard that hugged her pussy lips, leaving very little to the imagination. Putting her hand between her legs, Stephanie resumed masturbating.

She looked at the pretty brunette on the computer screen, at her cute face, her smile, those huge brown eyes that seemed so inviting, so willing, so ready for anything. As she enlarged her favorite photo from the set, a shot where the girl had her legs spread wide apart, Stephanie moved up close to the monitor and slipped her hand inside her panties. She was very wet.

Masturbating was one of her favorite activities. She loved having sex with Veronica, it was wonderful, definitely the best she’d ever had in her life. But she also loved playing with herself, teasing her clit, getting so close, staying right on the edge of orgasm for as long as she could while looking at pictures and videos of hot young girls or reading erotic stories about them.

As a stay-at-home mom, Stephanie had the luxury of managing her own time. Most days during the school year she would try to set aside an hour or so, and sometimes more, to spend this way. She was responsible for the housework, for taking care of the girls, for doing the shopping and the cooking and so on. Veronica was the one who went to work every day, earning money to pay the bills. That was their arrangement, and it made them both happy.

As the climax rippled through her body, the 29-year-old blonde clamped her thighs together, jiggling her hand slightly, prolonging the orgasm, stretching it out. When it was finally finished, she slid her hand out of her panties, licked and sucked her juicy fingers, and then checked the clock. Her daughters would be home soon. She turned off the computer and got up to start making dinner.

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Although her job as Assistant City Manager kept her very busy, Veronica almost always left a window open on her desktop computer for her personal email, just in case. And now she noticed a new message from Carol.

I wonder, she thought, if I’ll see anything else there as odd as what she wrote the last time, about her and Stacie getting “closer than ever before”… hmm, and what was that other line? Oh yeah, “discovering a new level of intimacy”… that one really was a head-scratcher. It can’t mean what I think it means, though, can it?

Well, anyway, no time for that right now. I need to get this report finished before the end of the day. I’ll read her email later, after I get home.

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Carol popped a Healthy Choice meal in the microwave for her supper. As it warmed, she idly fondled her breast, feeling her nipple grow hard, poking through the thin fabric of her blouse and her barely-there bra. She’d gone out shopping that day, buying some racy new lingerie, bras and panties that made her feel young and sexy. She was wearing one of those bras now, black and nearly transparent. After she ate, Carol decided, she would take off her clothes, look at herself in the mirror, and masturbate again.

That made her chuckle. Here I am, 44 years old, playing with myself constantly like a randy teenager. What will that be, three times today? No, four. Wow, I’m oversexed or something. Not that she minded. Ever since returning from her visit with her daughter and granddaughter, she couldn’t stop masturbating, rubbing herself as she remembered all the things she’d done with them.

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“Mommy?”

“Yes, honey?”

“What do you like better, Pony-Pony or just Pony?”

Stacie and Jordan were in the bathroom, getting ready for bed. They’d just finished bathing together, as they did every night, and were about to brush their teeth. Pony and Pony-Pony were sex games that Jordan’s grandmother, Carol, the woman she called Nanna, had taught her.

“Hm, well, I don’t know. I like both,” said Stacie. “Which one do you like best?”

The little girl paused, thinking, her toothbrush held just in front of her mouth. Finally she pronounced, “I like it best when you ride Pony on me, ‘cuz it tastes so good.”

“Okay,” Stacie giggled. “Is that what you want to do tonight?”

“Yeah.”

They brushed their teeth, then got in bed together naked. Jordan lay on her back and her mother mounted her. Using her fingers, Stacie parted her labia. Her pink clit was already erect in anticipation of what was to come. As Jordan stuck out her tongue, Stacie lowered herself on top of it, sitting on her daughter’s face. She felt her heart beating faster. The woman began to move, but only a little bit at first, slowly sliding her clit up and down over the 7-year-old child’s extended tongue.

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“Wow, you’re really revved up tonight,” Stephanie giggled as her partner pushed her legs open and hungrily started licking her, “even more than usual.”

“I know, I can’t help it.”

“Any special reason?”

“No, you’re just so damn sexy. I mean, god, look at that fucking hot pussy.” Veronica grinned at Stephanie, then buried her face in the blonde’s wet folds.

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Kelly Peters could hear her moms having sex. Her room was right next to theirs and the walls were thin. They didn’t have sex every night, but most nights they would, and when they did Kelly listened closely. From their voices and other sounds, Kelly tried to visualize who was doing what to whom. When she heard Veronica, her birth mom, moaning and talking, she figured that meant Stephanie, her adopted mom, was licking her, and vice versa. Of course it was pretty easy to tell when one of them had an orgasm. They weren’t very quiet about it and evidently didn’t even try to be.

It excited Kelly to hear the two women enjoying their bodies so expressively. Lying in her bed in the dark, she rubbed herself and tried to make it so that she could come at the same time they did. That way it almost seemed as if they were all three having sex together, which was the teenager’s ultimate fantasy.

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One week later, Stephanie and Kelly and the twins drove to the airport in their rented conversion van to pick up Carol and Stacie and Jordan. Veronica was still at work. When they loaded the bags and climbed inside, Stacie was pleasantly surprised to find how big and roomy the van felt. Maybe the road trip wouldn’t be so bad after all. Privately she’d been a little concerned about being packed in so close. But this certainly didn’t feel cramped to her. It felt luxurious, like an honest to goodness vacation, something she and her daughter had never really had together.

She looked at Jordan, sitting next to her. The little one was unusually quiet. She’d been ecstatic on the plane during her first airline ride. But now she was subdued. Either she was just tired or more likely a bit shy around Kelly and Hailey and Holly. Because the two families lived so far apart, the kids had seen each other only a few times while growing up. They’ll get over that soon enough, Stacie was sure.

And she was right. By the time they arrived at Stephanie and Veronica’s townhouse in San Francisco’s Sunset District, less than thirty minutes away, the three younger girls were babbling up a storm. You would think they’d been best friends all their lives.

They had take-out Chinese for dinner, and then talked about how early they should try to leave the next morning for their drive down the coast. Aiming for a start time of 8:00 AM, they began getting ready for bed — which led to a discussion of who should sleep where. It seemed that Jordan wanted to sleep with everyone, or at least she definitely wanted to be in the same room with Hailey and Holly, and she also wanted to sleep with her Mommy and her Nanna. But how could that be arranged? With three fairly small bedrooms, it couldn’t.

At length it was decided that Kelly would sleep on the sofa in the living room, Carol/Nanna would sleep in Kelly’s room, and Stacie and Jordan would share one of the single beds in the twins’ room while Holly and Hailey shared the other.

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Lying in Kelly’s bed, Carol thought about her life. Until a few weeks earlier, she had never slept with anyone except her late husband, unless you went all the way back to high school and that one other boy that one time. Even when she was married, the sex was not frequent. Her husband often traveled on business, was away more than he was home, and when he was home tended to ignore her. It wasn’t what you would call the most fulfilling marriage.

Carol had never been unfaithful to him, however, resorting only to fantasy and masturbation as a release. Two years ago, he’d had a sudden heart attack and died, leaving Carol alone. She took over running his business, the company he owned, and that gave her some satisfaction for a while. But it wasn’t until she made a visit to Spokane to stay with little Jordan for a few days while Stacie was away that her life completely changed. She discovered what and whom she was, what and whom she wanted. She was happier now than she had ever been before. Carol turned onto her stomach, put her hand between her legs and humped her fingers, imagining herself having sex with a little girl, a 7-year-old child, and soon brought herself to a thunderous climax.

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Veronica and Stephanie were in a ’69’ with the slim brunette on top of the blonde. It was a position they often used and enjoyed. Of course, they also enjoyed tribbing, oral sex, masturbating each other, kissing, role-playing, and a lot of other things too. The women were well suited, both highly sexed and both possessing creative erotic imaginations. They liked sharing their naughtiest fantasies in bed with each other, fantasies that tended to run in the direction of lesbian sex with little girls. For both women, that was an extremely intense turn-on. Neither expected it would ever be more than just a dream for them, though. People just didn’t do those kinds of things in real life.

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“Mommy,” whispered Jordan, “can we play Pony?”

“Shh, no, we can’t, baby, not tonight.” Stacie hugged the girl closer, kissing the top of her head. “Just go to sleep.”

She was glad that although her daughter’s whisper was easily loud enough to be heard by the two little blondes in the bed across from theirs, the twins would have no idea what it meant, would never suspect that Pony referred to oral sex. Or that if she’d used the other term, the one that mean tribbing, they —

“Can we do Pony-Pony?”

“No, we can’t!” Stacie whispered fiercely. “Now hush!”

In contrast to her angry tone, which she knew Jordan would recognize as feigned, the woman felt herself becoming strongly aroused. This beautiful child, my own daughter, is asking to have sex with me! That forbidden wish flooded Stacie with carnal desire, an almost overpowering, aching need. She wanted to very badly, but of course she couldn’t, not in the same room with a pair of 8-year-olds.

And when she thought about that, about the possibility of the other little ones watching them, getting the idea, getting turned on, possibly joining them, or maybe even experimenting with each other — god, it was so hot! Her clit tingled and Stacie squeezed her thighs together. By instinct, her hand went between her legs. For a moment, she considered trying to restrain herself, but then she reasoned, well, just for a short while, only a few strokes, that can’t do any harm.

Jordan sensed her mother’s hand moving between her legs. It was a very familiar action to her, always comforting, reassuring, warm, and pleasant. Sliding a hand inside her Mommy’s short nightgown, she found a breast and squeezed it.

“No,” Stacie breathed, softer than a whisper. But when the child pulled the gown up, brought her mouth to her mother’s erect nipple and began to suck, Stacie made no attempt to stop her.

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Standing just outside the twins’ bedroom door, Kelly listened intently. She had a hand inside her panties, playing with her wet pussy.

A few minutes earlier, she’d heard her two moms both reach orgasm, one after the other. They were quite loud, as usual, which excited the girl. Shortly after that, she’d heard interesting sounds coming from inside her own bedroom. Could it be that her Aunt Carol was masturbating in Kelly’s bed? It certainly seemed like it. And sure enough, before long came the unmistakable moans and sighs of a delicious female climax. Kelly had stood close to the door until the older woman was finished, becoming even more aroused. She was just about to return to the sofa when she heard something else that surprised her.

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Stacie clenched her teeth, trying not to pant or moan out loud, willing herself to stay as quiet as possible as she felt her climax approaching. It was difficult, though, because she was very turned on. Jordan was lying half on top of her, sucking one nipple, fingers playing with the other. Stacie had an arm around her daughter, hugging her tightly, her other hand working fast between her legs. She was getting close, so close. It was way too late to stop even if she’d wanted to, which she didn’t. She wanted to come, to have an orgasm in bed with her daughter while the two little girls slept in the bed next to theirs. Or were they sleeping? Could the twins be awake right now, listening? Could they be playing with themselves, or with each other?

The twins were awake and listening. They weren’t playing with each other, however, nor with themselves. They had yet to become actively sexual. But the little blonde girls were very curious about what they were hearing. They huddled together in the dark, wondering what it meant, the soft moans, the heavy breathing, and some sort of slurping sounds. What could it be?

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This is totally unbelievable, thought Kelly, her ear close to the door. Either my cousin Stacie is masturbating while her daughter sleeps next to her, or… or… no, that couldn’t be, could it? A mommy and her little girl, doing… doing what?

Imagining the possibilities almost made her come right then and there. And a moment later when she heard Stacie reach climax, that did make her come. Standing in the hall, the young teenager shoved a finger deep inside her dripping pussy as wave after wave of orgasm crashed over her.

Continue on to Chapter 2

By Naughty Mommy

“You’re spoiling us, Angela,” Eve laughed. “The food was wonderful, but there were so many different things. I had to try a little bit of all of it and now I’m afraid I might just burst right out of my bikini.”

“Ooh, so you’d be naked on the beach? I think I’d like that.” I raised my eyebrows flirtatiously at her as Gwen and Paige giggled.

We were in the elevator on the way down, ready for some sun and fun. I was very pleased that they’d all seemed to enjoy the sumptuous breakfast buffet I’d ordered for us. I like making people happy.

“You wanna go in the ocean first, or should we make something else in the sand?” Bambi asked the two girls. She was standing between the sisters, holding hands with both of them.

“I don’t care,” Gwen shrugged as she smiled at her young friend. “Whatever you want to do. Either is fine with me.”

The elevator door opened into the lobby and we strode out, the girls leading the way.

Bambi was in another micro-bikini, even smaller than the one she’d worn the day before, if that was possible. This one was neon yellow. Over it she wore a large white t-shirt that featured an airbrush depiction of Aphrodite emerging from the sea, all flowing hair and thrusting breasts. Bambi adored that shirt. Paige, the budding artist, had complimented her on it.

Speaking of Paige, the 11-year-old beauty was in another one-piece suit, this one a shimmering blend of colors, lavender, turquoise, silver and more. She also wore sandals and a pair of white shorts. I loved watching her walk in front of me on those exquisite long, slender legs. I could hardly wait to have them wrapped around my face. Soon, I hoped.

Gwen was wearing the same red racing style suit she’d had on the day before, or perhaps an identical one. I enjoyed seeing her in that, because when it was wet, it left almost nothing to the imagination. At 16, and 5’9” tall, she had the perfect body for it. Over the suit she wore a white mesh cover-up.

I had decided to go with a one-piece suite today as well instead of a bikini, except that the fabric was of a kind that would become very nearly transparent if I went in the water — which I definitely planned to do. I was wearing nothing else but a little crocheted vest and a pair of very high open-toe heels.

Eve was in another two-piece suit, but this one revealed quite a bit more skin than the one I’d seen her in the day before. She’d left the cover-up behind, opting to go with a man’s white dress shirt, unbuttoned and with the sleeves rolled up. Very stylish. She’d also replaced her flat shoes with heels, which was nice, though hers were about two inches as opposed to my four inches. But all in all, she looked quite a bit sexier and less prim than she had the previous day.

We arrived at our reserved space, a partially fenced off area with a large beach umbrella and several comfortable lounge chairs. The hotel already had stocked a cooler with soft drinks for the girls and plenty of Long Island iced tea for Eve and me. We were all set.

The kids decided to go in the water first. They stripped off their shirts and shorts and things and dashed together laughing down the sand toward the surf. Eve walked forward, shading her eyes as she watched them run.

I came up beside her, taking her arm. “They’re beautiful, aren’t they? Young girls are, I think, the best thing nature has ever devised.”

She turned to me with a somewhat puzzled smile, shaking her head slightly. “You do say the strangest things sometimes.” After taking a deep breath and slowly letting it out, she added, in a soft voice, “But yes, I agree with you, they really are beautiful, all three of them.”

I was pretty sure she’d understood the sexual connotation in my remark, and I was satisfied with her response. The doors might not be open all the way yet, but we were getting there.

We sat down and I poured us some drinks. A minute or two passed in companionable silence, and then I asked, “How old were you when you began to masturbate?”

Eve laughed out loud. “What?! What a thing to ask!”

“Didn’t you tell me I could ask you anything?”

“Yes, I did,” she nodded, still chuckling. “I certainly did.”

“If it makes it easier, I’ll go first. I was 9 years old when I started. Bambi was 8. Of course, we may have been precocious.”

“Wait — you — did you just say that Bambi, that she, she started masturbating when she was only 8?”

“Uh-huh.”

“Wow… and, uh, how do you, how do you know this? Did she tell you?”

“I taught her.”

“You taught her!?” Eve was fanning her face with her hand. “Whew! I don’t know whether to be appalled or impressed or turned on or maybe all three. Whew!”

“So, how old were you?”

“Um, let’s see, I was… I know I started playing with myself when I was pretty young, and I had my first real orgasm when I was, I think I was 11, or maybe 12. It’s a little hazy. I played with myself all the time from when I was small and it always felt good, of course, but after a while it started to feel really good.” She looked at me with a big smile.

I was amused to see how quickly she had loosened up. Maybe it was the spiked ‘tea’, or maybe it was just the real Eve coming out of hiding. I decided to keep pushing, see how far I could go.

“Do you know when Gwen started? Or Paige?”

“Paige? She’s only 11 — she —”

Eve stopped cold, and then laughed at herself. “I just told you I started early, had my first orgasm at about 11, so maybe she… but I, I’ve never thought of Paige like that.”

“Have you talked with your daughters about sex and masturbation?”

“Well, I mean, we,” she stammered, “I’ve talked with both of them about, you know, about the facts of life. And I may have mentioned, uh, masturbation at some point. But, no, I, I’m afraid we’ve never really had any serious conversations about… other things like that. Do you think I need to?”

“Yes, I really do.”

“Hm. Okay.”

“I think all girls should have the benefit of learning from their mothers. They should be taught all there is to know about feminine sex and sensuality from someone very close to them, someone who cares deeply about them.”

Eve was quiet for a minute. Then, in a low tone, she asked, “Have you… taught Bambi about… sex and sensuality?”

I paused before answering, letting the tension build.

“Yes, I certainly have.  I’ve shown her everything.”

I looked over at Eve. She had her head back on the lounge chair. Her eyes were closed. She was breathing hard, her chest rapidly rising and falling. I couldn’t tell for sure if she was highly angry or highly aroused, but I thought it was the latter. I hoped it was.

Several moments passed, with more heavy breathing, and then she said, “I was wondering about that.”

Another minute went by. Now breathing even harder, Eve began, “And you want me to… you think I should… with… with my daughters.”

“Yes, I do. I think you should.”

Before we could carry the conversation further, the girls came running up, giggling and jabbering. They grabbed towels to dry their faces and daub at their hair.

I sat up so I could take a good look at all three of them, Gwen in her skintight racing suit, nipples erect and protruding, the cleft of her labia clearly revealed, lovely Paige with her breast buds about the size of silver dollars topped with pointed nipples, and Bambi in her bikini that might as well not have been there at all. In fact, the top was askew, allowing one little puffy nipple to peek out from her otherwise flat chest. I noticed that Gwen had her eyes fastened on that nipple. When she realized that I’d caught her ogling my child, she blushed, but I quickly gave her a wink and a smile. It was fine with me.

Taking chilled cans of soda from the cooler, along with plastic buckets and shovels provided by the hotel, they trotted back down to find a clear section of sand where they could begin another masterpiece of sculpture.

Eve had been mostly quiet while the girls were there, only making a few comments. I knew we were approaching a moment of truth, a point of decision. I had taken a hard shove a few minutes earlier at those metaphorical doors of hers, trying to break them wide open. Would it work?

I waited for her. I would let her take the lead, point the way we would go from here. If she wanted to, she could get up right away, gather her things, take her children and leave. Or she could sit there in stony silence until the end of the day, then say a polite but final goodbye. The third option was to go along for the ride, as she’d put it, to go all the way with us, and that’s the choice I was hoping and expecting she would make.

It seemed I might have to wait a while to learn the direction she would take. Long minutes went by without another word from her.

Finally I got up to stretch. I walked a few paces toward the water, trying to spot the kids. When I located them, I saw that there was another girl with them now, a little blonde, helping them build whatever they were building. I smiled, glad to see that they were being so friendly, and of course I immediately began to wonder who the girl might belong to.

Did she have a mom and a dad with her, or just a mom? She might be there with grandparents or even a church group or who knows what. We’d just have to wait and see. From a distance I couldn’t be sure how old she was, but she was tall and slim and appeared to be flat-chested, so perhaps 10 or 11. Her hair was straight and shiny like Bambi’s, and the same length too. I hoped we would get a chance to know her better.

I went back and sat down next to Eve after refreshing my drink. Before long, she cleared her throat and began to speak.

“I’ve been thinking,” she said, her eyes still closed.

After a few seconds, when she didn’t continue, I prompted, “Okay…”

“I’ve just been sitting here telling myself all the reasons I should be angry with you, or shocked, or outraged, or something. They all seem like good reasons, and yet… and yet, I don’t feel that way at all.”

She opened her eyes and turned her head to look at me. “I don’t feel angry or upset or anything. You know what I feel?” A sly smile began at the corner of her mouth.

“No, what?”

“I feel turned on. I’m so turned on right now I could — it’s a good thing there are all these other people around or you might not be safe with me.”

“Don’t let them stop you.”

She laughed, and I laughed with her. The tension was broken.

Eve picked up her glass and started to take a drink, but then suddenly she sat straight up, swinging her pretty legs around to face me. Her face was flushed with excitement, her eyes shining.

“You want to go up to the room, right now? I mean it, I am so hot, I — when I think about you with Bambi, it gets me so — in fact, you want to get Gwen, or, or, or Paige, and take them with us? I mean it, Angela, I’m ready!!”

“Hold on, girl, hold on.” I patted her leg. “That’s a tempting proposition, very tempting, and I’m not usually one to put on the brakes. But we have time now, there’s no need to rush. And we need to think about the girls, make sure they’re ready.”

“You’re right, of course,” she nodded, lowering her head. “You’re right.”

I’d sat up too and was facing her. Our knees were together. I put my hand under her chin, raising it. “Don’t look down, Eve. Don’t be ashamed of how you feel. I think it’s wonderful. It’s thrilling to hear you express yourself that way, so openly and honestly. My heavens, be proud of it, not ashamed.”

There were tears in her eyes, but she was smiling. “Thank you, Angela,” she choked. And then she grabbed my face in her hands, kissing me hard on the lips.

We held the kiss for several seconds. It was lovely, a beautiful, close, intimate connection, a deep sharing of emotion and affection between two women, a heartfelt bonding.

She finally pulled away and sat back, licking her lips, her breath coming fast, nipples erect. “Well, okay, I’m in your hands. You tell me, what’s next?”

My hands were resting on her shapely legs. I gave them a squeeze and said, “Why don’t we go for a walk?”

“Sure…”

We strolled arm in arm down the sand toward where I’d seen the girls. When Bambi saw us approaching, she bounced to her feet, jumping up and down, calling, “Mommy, Mommy, come and see what we made!”

And what had they made? It was Aphrodite!

Paige really did have talent. We were looking at a fairly accurate representation, sculpted in relief, of the image on Bambi’s t-shirt. I hadn’t noticed them taking the shirt with them when they went off to play, but now I saw it laid out nearby, obviously used as a model.

Eve and I admired their creation, offering sincere and profuse compliments, especially to Paige. The other girls made it clear that they were only helpers. Then I remembered the fourth girl I’d seen playing with them. I’d been so dazzled by their artwork that I’d momentarily forgotten her.

She was standing off to the side, looking on shyly, her hands clasped behind her back, an adorable blonde child in a one-piece Barbie bathing suit. Bambi caught my glance and immediately ran to the girl.

“Mommy, this is Amanda. She’s really really nice. She helped us a lot, didn’t she?” That was directed at Paige and Gwen, who quickly agreed, telling us Amanda had been a big help.

I took the girl’s hand. “Hello, Amanda. What a pretty name that is. My name is Angela. And this is Eve.”

“Hello,” she said with a timid smile.

“I’m glad you came over to play with my daughter Bambi. She likes making new friends,” I told her. Then I asked the big question. “Are you here with your mommy and daddy?”

“No, just my mom.”

Hurray!!

We soon learned that she was 10 years old, that she had just finished 4th grade, the same as Bambi, that she and her mother had driven down from Sacramento a few days earlier, that they were on vacation in San Diego for a week, and that they’d been to the zoo the day before, which she loved. Once I got her going, the little cutie was quite a talker.

I was about to ask where her mother was when the child looked just behind me and a big smile split her face. I turned around and a young woman stuck out her hand, “Hi, I’m Tina. This is my daughter Amanda.”

Amanda went to her mom, wrapping her arms tightly around her waist. It was clear the two were very close.

Tina said, “I hope she hasn’t been any trouble. I saw her playing over here, and to be honest, I sort of dozed off for a little while, so…”

“No, of course, it’s fine,” I assured her. “I’m glad they could get together and become friends. It’s nice to meet you, Tina. I’m Angela. This is Eve.”

We made introductions all around, and then Tina got a chance to appreciate the remarkable sand sculpture. She was as impressed as we had been, if not more.

While Tina was talking with her daughter and Paige and the other girls about the amazing art they’d created, I sidled up to Eve.

“I have a feeling about these two,” I murmured, “a very strong feeling. Is it all right with you if I find out how far we might be able to go with them?”

Her eyes went wide. Such a thing had never occurred to her (with me it’s always Topic A). But as Eve envisioned the possibilities, she gave me a sexy smile and purred, “Sure, I’m ready for anything.”

With that settled, I asked Tina if she and Amanda had any special plans for lunch. She said they would probably just go to the snack bar for a hot dog or something, so I proposed that they join us instead.

“I’ve already ordered a bunch of food anyway. No doubt it will be more than we can eat. I have a bad habit of doing that. Really, you’d be doing me a big favor.” I cajoled a bit longer, Bambi positively insisted that she had to spend more time with Amanda, and soon the deal was done.

One more interesting thing happened then. As we were about to head up to our reserved space, Eve stopped and said, “Paige, honey, are you sure you don’t mind leaving this? You put so much work into it, it’s so beautiful, and…”

“It doesn’t matter, Mom,” the girl shrugged. “I don’t mind. We can make something else later.”

Quite a change in attitude from the day before. It seemed we were all beginning to relax and open up to the exciting new prospects that might be just around the corner.
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Which is a fitting way to end this story. Because as we’d almost reached the hotel property, a woman came around a corner of the building and nearly bumped into us. Actually she did bump into Bambi, if not quite into me.

The woman was in her mid 30s, not especially pretty, but reasonably attractive and with a nice figure. There was something else about her, though, a look she gave me — and a look she gave to Bambi. I knew that look well. She was a lesbian pedophile. I could tell at once. When our eyes met, something passed between us, an understanding. She held my look for a moment, then turned the corner and walked on.

I stayed where I was, letting the others go ahead, and followed the woman with my eyes. She went to an area nearby where a couple of blankets were laid out on the sand. There was another woman there, someone who resembled her somewhat, possibly even a sister. Better still, there were three others, a cute redheaded teenager sitting in the shade, and two younger girls lying on their backs in the sun, working on their tans. I felt a stir of arousal as I looked at their smooth barely pubescent bodies.

The woman I’d shared a connection with turned and looked back at me. She saw how I was ogling the youngsters, and smiled.

Could it be? Could I really be so lucky as to find even more sexy prospects that close by? Was it serendipity?

I would have to find out later, because right now I had guests waiting for me. I gave the woman a quick wink, then went up to join Tina and Amanda and Eve and Gwen and Paige and Bambi. No matter what happened, I was sure it would be fun.

The story continues HERE