Juicy Secrets Forbidden Tales of Lesbian Love

By Naughty Mommy

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Looking at herself in the mirror on her closet door, the 9-year-old frowned and sighed. Debby just wasn’t happy with any of her clothes. She tugged down the jeans and left them on the floor along with two other pairs of pants. She lifted her shirt over her head and tossed it on the bed, where it joined a growing pile of rejects.
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“Hey, good morning, honey.” Bridget was glad to find Fiona by herself in the kitchen, finishing a bowl of cereal. This might give them a chance to talk privately, for a few minutes anyway.

“Hi,” Fiona smiled, somewhat weakly.

Bridget kissed the top of her head, then paused and asked, “How’re you feeling this morning? Are you okay? Are you upset about last night, about what happened?”

“No, I’m okay. I mean, I’ve been thinking about everything, but I’m not upset about that.”

“Are you sure?”

“Yeah,” the girl nodded.

Bridget sat down next to her and took Fiona’s hand, studying her face. “I want you to tell me if there’s anything bothering you about it, anything I did, or we did, or anything at all that upset you. Okay?”

“No, I’m, I’m really fine. I liked what we did last night. I mean, I feel kinda stupid for acting scared and stuff that way, like a little kid, but the rest of it was great.”

“You’re sure…”

“Uh-huh. In fact, you wanna know something?”

“What?”

“This morning, when I woke up, I thought about it, you know, about last night. I remembered it, and… well, it kinda got me excited, and so, I…” she blushed and looked down.

“Did you masturbate this morning?” Bridget asked teasingly.

“Yeah.”

Still holding the girl’s hand, Bridget brought it close to her face, sniffing. “Did you wash your hands after?”

“No,” Fiona laughed as she blushed even redder.
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I know, thought Debby, a dress! Not pants or shorts, a little dress. If we’re going to the beach today, that’ll be easy for me to take off and put on again. She dashed to her closet to find one.
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Bridget got up to make coffee. “So, honey, what do you think we should do about what you told me? About Erin and your mother…”

“I don’t know. I keep thinking about it, though,” Fiona replied. “That’s what’s bothering me. Not what you and me did last night, that was awesome. But I don’t know what to do about, you know, about them. If we should say anything or whatever. I was hoping you would know.”
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Standing in front of the mirror, Debby shook her head again, tossed another dress aside, and went back to the closet to continue the search.
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“Well, I promised you last night that whatever you wanted to tell me would be just between us, that it would be private, and I meant that,” said Bridget. “I won’t say anything about what you saw if you don’t want me to. But in the long run, it probably is best for you not to try to keep it a secret, don’t you think?”

Fiona sighed, “Yeah, I know, that’s kinda what I was thinking too.”

Bridget placed a hand on her niece’s shoulder, squeezing gently. She paused a moment, then suggested, “If I get the chance, sweetie, do you think I should bring it up to her? Let your mom know what we know?”

“Um, maybe…… yeah, okay, I guess you should.”

The phone rang, and Bridget picked it up.

“Hello? Oh, hi, Sheila, we were just talking about you.” Fiona’s eyes went big, but Bridget gave her a reassuring wink. “Are we still going to the beach today? Debby will murder me if we don’t.”

At that moment, as if on cue, the cute child came prancing barefoot into the kitchen wearing a light cotton floral pattern dress in a profusion of colors. It was sleeveless, with a puckered bodice, very pretty and very short.

“Look!” she exclaimed, lifting up the dress to reveal her scanty blue bikini bottoms. “I’m all ready to go!”

Bridget and Fiona laughed, but inside Bridget felt an illicit thrill seeing her daughter display herself that way, so innocently showing off her sexy young body.

“What? Oh, I’m just laughing at Debby. She’s flashing us,” Bridget told her sister. “Right… no, not from me. If anyone, she gets that from you.”

After chatting a little more, they agreed it would be a beach day and that they really ought to get started soon, hoping to beat at least some of the crowds a nice summer day would bring. Bridget would drive down right away with Debby and Fiona to secure a spot. Sheila and Erin would arrive a little later, bringing food and drinks with them, along with a bathing suit for Fiona. The plan was set.

Bridget asked Fiona to make some toast with peanut butter for Debby, which she could eat on the way, and then she went to get ready. Ten minutes later she returned, wearing her slimming one-piece suit under her shorts and tank top, and they took off.
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It was as they’d feared. When they walked onto the beach, they found that many of the best locations already had been taken, even at only 10:30 in the morning. But with Fiona and Debby scampering ahead, scouting for possibilities, they finally were able to secure a good spot that somehow had been overlooked. It was near the big hotel, the Playa del Mar. Bridget spread blankets out on the sand to mark off their space, enough room for two moms and three daughters along with all their paraphernalia.

Then they settled in. Debby immediately whipped off her dress. Before she could run away, Bridget rubbed sunscreen all over the girl, making sure not to miss any exposed areas of skin — which meant practically her whole body, since the bikini covered almost nothing.

Fiona sighed and fidgeted. She wanted to go down to the water, but didn’t have her bathing suit. She’d been totally preoccupied the day before, thinking about what she’d seen, how she had discovered her mother and her sister having lesbian sex. So when she was getting ready to go babysit, she forgot all about the tentative beach plans and hadn’t prepared for it. She was wearing jeans and an old sweater, hardly the right attire for a sunny day beside the ocean.

Bridget noticed her unease. “What’s the matter, honey?”

“Nothing,” Fiona mumbled, wrinkling her nose. Then she added, “I just, I have to wait until my mom gets here with my suit and stuff. I don’t like waiting.”

“Hm, well, why don’t you take off your jeans? Panties are almost the same as a bikini bottom, right? Are you wearing a bra?”

“No.”

“Oh, okay, I guess that is a problem. Even if you’re only 12, I’ve seen that you’ve already got enough for people to look at. I certainly enjoyed looking at you last night.”

Fiona giggled, glancing around to make sure Debby was far enough away not to hear the comment. She was slightly embarrassed but also pleased by the flattery. It felt good to know that her aunt admired her body, even if she didn’t think she really had much to show yet.

“Do you want to put my shorts on? No, that’s a dumb idea, it would never work. With your tiny waist, they’d fall right off you.”

Now Fiona was laughing. Bridget always knew how to make her feel better.

“And Debby’s little dress is too small. But… I know, let me take off my top.” The woman lifted the emerald green cotton/poly tank top over her head. Underneath she wore a darker green bathing suit with black panels at the sides.

She picked up a beach towel. “Here, wrap this around you and take off your sweater, then put my top on, okay? It’s long enough it’ll be almost like a dress on you, a mini-dress anyway.”

“Okay.”

“And take off your jeans too. You can even go in the water with the top on if you want, it’ll be fine.”

“All right.”

And just that like, Fiona was transformed. She felt freed and very happy. The top was so lightweight, it was like wearing air. She hugged her aunt, thanking her.

“Wait a minute, I want to put sunscreen on you too,” Bridget said.

She did, and when that was done, Debby and Fiona raced down to the water to play.

Bridget smiled as she watched the girls romping and splashing in the surf. I love those kids, she thought to herself. I love Fiona like she was my own daughter, and Debby is my precious jewel. I love them both so much, and I want their hot little bodies.

What a naughty old lesbian I am, thinking about them that way. A lesbian pedophile. Then she chuckled. I guess it must run in the family. My sister is actually having sex with her 15-year-old daughter. I wonder if she has the same desires for Fiona as I do. Or if she ever thinks about Debby that way. We might have an awful lot to talk about once she and Erin get here.
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Sheila finished packing the cooler. That was all set. Then she remembered that she was supposed to bring a bathing suit for Fiona. As she started up the stairs she called, “Erin, are you ready? It’s time to go.”

“Yeah, in a minute,” came the reply from the girl’s bedroom.

Erin wasn’t ready. She couldn’t decide what to wear. The teenager enjoyed the beach but felt uncomfortable exposing too much of her body. As with many girls, Erin’s hips had begun expanding sooner than her breasts, giving her a slight pear shape. I’m so fat, she thought to herself (although she weighed only 120 pounds). Nothing looks good on me. Nothing. Not to mention her skin was so pale she had to be far more careful than her mother or her little sister about getting burned. It’s just not fair, she sighed.

As Sheila rummaged in Fiona’s drawer, sorting through the girl’s collection of bikinis and one-piece suits, she smiled to herself. She simply couldn’t help it — she had to pick the one that would be the most revealing. Sheila loved to look at her younger daughter’s body. It was at that perfect stage, just beginning puberty… those little breast buds, her puffy nipples, mmm, so delicious… thinking about it made her want to masturbate. But I can’t, not now, we’ve got to get to the beach. They’re waiting for us.
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The kids came running hand in hand across the hot sand to Bridget, both soaking wet. Bridget was delighted to see the way the thin top she’d loaned her niece now clung to the girl’s body, outlining every contour. She hadn’t planned it that way but was very pleased with the results.

“Mommy, I’m hungry,” announced Debby.

“Already? You just had some toast.”

“I know, but I’m hungry.”

“Well, you’ll just have to wait. Aunt Sheila should be here pretty soon.”

“I’m hungry now, Mommy. Can’t we get something at the snack bar?”

“Wait a minute.” Bridget got out her cell phone and called Sheila’s cell. She got voice mail. “Hey, are you guys anywhere close yet? I’m having a mutiny here. They want food. Plus I need to tell you where we are. Call me back.”

“Can we go to the snack bar?” Debby repeated.

“I guess… but don’t eat too much junk, okay? I want you girls to save your appetite for a proper lunch.”

“We will.”

She gave them some money and they dashed off.
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Sheila heard the cell phone ring, but couldn’t answer it. She’d left it downstairs in the kitchen with the cooler and their other things. She ought to check the message, it was probably Bridget. First, though, she had to choose a suit for Fiona. She’d narrowed the decision to two little bikinis. One of them had a skimpier bottom, which she liked, and the other had a tinier top, which she also liked. I know, she thought, I’ll combine them — the colors are a perfect compliment to each other, almost like the separate pieces were designed to be worn together. She nodded happily. It’s perfect, and Fiona will look so sexy.
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Fiona bought a bag of pretzels and Debby chose a rainbow popsicle. They were standing at an open window, enjoying their treats, looking out at the other beachgoers: families and couples, lots of kids, lots of teenagers, some older people too. Then Fiona heard something, a snatch of conversation from just behind them that perked up her ears.

“Mommy?”

“Yes, honey?”

“When I get bigger, will you still help me masturbate?”

“Shh! Amanda, remember I told you, you need to be more careful. You can’t talk about that so much when we’re out.”

“Oh yeah, sorry…… but will you?”

Fiona was dying to turn around and see who’d said those things, but she didn’t want to be too obvious about it. She glanced at Debby. It didn’t appear as though the younger girl had heard, or if she had, maybe she didn’t understand what it meant. But Fiona did.

She nudged Debby. “Let’s go back. Maybe my mom and sister are there by now.”

“Okay.”

As they crossed through the snack bar, Fiona tried to look furtively to the side. She saw a mother and daughter sitting together at a table, eating ice cream. The woman was slim and pretty, a brunette. The girl, who seemed to be maybe 10 or 11 years old, had shoulder-length blonde hair, straight and shiny. Fiona stared at them a little too long, and the woman caught her eye. Fiona quickly looked away, but it was too late. She knew the woman knew what she had overheard.
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Bridget was standing up when Fiona and Debby returned, but facing away from them, looking in the other direction. She was holding her cell phone to her ear with one hand and waving with the other.

Soon Sheila and Erin saw her waving. They waved back, then lugged the heavy cooler and their other things over. Now all five were together.

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By Naughty Mommy

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In the morning, Fiona came awake to the disconcerting feeling that she wasn’t sure where she was. For one thing, she was naked, and she never went to bed naked. Then she remembered that she was at her Aunt Bridget’s apartment, in the spare bedroom, a place she’d often slept. And then she remembered what had happened the night before. Wow!
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Bridget awoke as she felt the girl climbing into her bed, nuzzling up to her. She turned toward the child and sleepily wrapped her arms around her.
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Sheila’s pussy was very wet. Lying on her side, still half asleep, she’d started rubbing herself again. She often masturbated just as she woke up in the morning. It was a perfect day to start the day. Or end the day. Or spend the day!
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Fiona recalled how she’d gone to her aunt’s bedroom to tell Bridget about discovering her mother and her sister having lesbian sex… and then a few minutes later how she’d asked Bridget if she could watch her masturbate… but then she’d got scared for some reason, acting like a little kid, almost crying, and Bridget had comforted her, holding her, caressing her, which felt so good… and then she’d actually sucked on her aunt’s nipple, which was totally awesome, and then Bridget had started rubbing between her legs, and that felt really good, and then…… did she truly have an orgasm or did she only dream that part?
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As she stroked her pussy, gradually starting to come more awake, Sheila realized that Erin was in bed with her, lying behind her, apparently still asleep. She smiled to herself as she remembered how they’d made love so wonderfully the night before, and especially the way she’d finished by climbing on top of her 15-year-old daughter and fucking her hard, cunt to cunt.
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Debby sighed happily as she squeezed close to her mother, feeling warm and safe. Bridget kissed the top of her daughter’s head. “Good morning, angel.”
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No, Fiona was certain it wasn’t a dream. She really had been touched by her aunt that way, right between her legs, caressed so tenderly until… until it felt better than anything ever.
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“You’re naked again, Mommy,” Debby observed. Her face was resting on Bridget’s breast.

“Uh-huh… sometimes I like sleeping that way.”

“I like it when you are. I really like feeling, um, just your skin.” The child, who was wearing only a very short nightie and a thin pair of panties, laid her slim leg over her mother’s, hugging her even more tightly.
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Sheila turned to look at her daughter. She was already beginning to get close, but now that she knew that Erin was there, she wanted something more than just her fingers to make her come.
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Bridget was getting turned on. She loved the feel of Debby’s sweet young body next to hers. pressing tightly against her. It made her want to touch herself.
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As she thought about the night before, as she remembered Bridget expertly caressing her, stroking her, getting her so unbelievably excited, 12-year-old Fiona felt a kind of a buzz between her legs, making her want to touch herself.
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Erin was fast asleep on her back, her head on a pillow, her pretty face surrounded by a tousle of red curls. Even as she continued masturbating, Sheila started kissing her daughter’s mouth, kissing her urgently, wetly, bringing her awake.

“Wh… Mom? Hi.”
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“Mommy?”

“Yes, honey?” Bridget petted Debby’s silky soft hair.

“Are we still gonna go to the beach today?”

“Well, I don’t know. I think we are. Do you want to?”

“Yeah I really really do. I love it. Will Fiona and Erin be there too? And Aunt Sheila?”
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Sheila climbed on top of Erin, mounting her, planting her knees on either side of the teenager’s head. Using both hands, she spread her pussy lips open, offering her hot wet cunt to her daughter.
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Lying naked in bed, Fiona opened her legs and began playing with herself, masturbating as she recalled the thrill of having Bridget’s fingers touching her everywhere, exploring her, sliding inside her slit, rubbing her so perfectly, making her little pussy so hot and wet.
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“I really hope Fiona’s there. I like playing with her and stuff.”

“Me too,” said Bridget, stifling a grin as she thought about Fiona and the naughty way she’d played with her (and stuff) the night before. “Tell you what, let’s you and me hop in the shower together, then after that I’ll call Aunt Sheila and ask if they’re still going to the beach with us today. Okay?”

“Okay. Except, um, I took a bath with Fiona last night and already washed my hair then.”

“All right. Well, you don’t have to wash your hair again this morning, but I would like you to take a shower with me, if you don’t mind, so you can scrub me and everything.”

“Sure!”
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Fiona was already getting close as she thought about being with her aunt and doing those things, sucking on her nipple, being touched so nicely by her. It was almost like they were having sex… wait, were they having sex? Like her mom and her sister?
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Sheila loved looking down at her daughter’s face this way, seeing it centered between her legs, the girl’s tongue busily licking her, sucking her, eating her, getting her ready to come. She held Erin’s head in her hands and rocked her pelvis up and down, fucking the girl’s mouth with her cunt. She was almost ready.
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She remembered discovering them together, her mom and her sister, Fiona standing in the hall and looking through the door, seeing Erin with her head between their mother’s legs, licking her, actually licking her pussy! And her mother getting so excited, moaning and panting — and as she thought about that, when she pictured them having sex, Fiona started to come.
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“Mommy’s gonna come in your face — you want Mommy to come all over your pretty face now, honey?”

“Mm-hmmf,” Erin nodded and tried to reply. It wasn’t easy, though, with her mouth full of her mother’s pussy.
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Fiona was climaxing, trying very hard not to make any noise. She held her hands over her sex, her face turned into the pillow, her eyes squeezed shut as the delicious orgasm consumed her.
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It was another intensely powerful climax for Sheila, so delectable, so completely satisfying, so perfect. In the few months since she’d become intimate with her daughter, she’d had more orgasms and better sex than she’d ever known in her life — better than she’d ever imagined possible.

Although she wasn’t ready yet to declare herself a lesbian as her sister had, the thought certainly had crossed Sheila’s mind. Why would anyone want a man when a girl could make you feel this way?

Now, as she finished coming, she slid down beside Erin, kissing her, tasting herself on her lips. They cuddled together for a few minutes, and then Sheila suggested they get up and take a shower.
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As she sat up slowly in the bed, Fiona smiled to herself. That was a big one. It seems like they’re getting bigger all the time. She stretched contentedly and thought about getting dressed.
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Bridget washed her hair first, and then she and Debby rubbed their lathered hands all over each other’s bodies. This was a special pleasure they had enjoyed ever since Debby was just a toddler. Bridget hoped her daughter would never outgrow it, never decide she was getting too old to take showers with her mom. And secretly Bridget wondered if someday these soapy caresses might turn into something more intimate and sensual.
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Mother and daughter were in the shower together, touching, kissing, rubbing their wet soapy bodies against each other. Erin giggled happily as Sheila pushed her up against the wall, humping her leg and shoving her tongue into her mouth. The teenager loved knowing that she could get her mom so excited, so turned on.
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Fiona wandered out into the hall. The place was still quiet, although she thought maybe she could hear the shower going in Bridget’s bathroom. But Debby was probably still asleep. I wonder if I should check on her, or wake her up? Nah, let her snooze a little longer. I’ll just go get some cereal or something. I wonder what my mom and my sister are doing right now. Who knows?
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Finger-fucking each other as the hot water streamed down, Erin and her mom soon climaxed. Both were so highly keyed with incestuous lust that their orgasms together came quickly and easily. When it was over, their cries echoing off the shower tiles, they panted and sighed, kissing, sucking fingers.
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Debby and Bridget carefully dried each other off, then Debby went to her room to get dressed while Bridget started blowing her hair dry.
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As she sat at the kitchen table with her bowl of Cocoa Krispies, Fiona thought to herself, what will happen next? I know about my mom and my sister, and now Bridget knows too. I guess we have to tell them we know. But how? How do you ever talk about stuff like that? Maybe Bridget will have some ideas.
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From the bedroom, Bridget called her sister’s house. She heard four rings and then the answering machine picked up. She left a message, asking if their plans to go to the beach together that day were still on, and after hanging up the phone, she stood and mused for a minute.

Should I say something to Sheila today, let her know that I know about her and Erin? Maybe, but maybe not. I would never want her to think I was judging her, certainly not condemning her. After all, I’ve had similar feelings about my own daughter. And how about what I did with Fiona last night? Should I tell Sheila about that? Perhaps, but… I ought to have a talk with Fiona about all this first. I made a promise to her that what she told me would be in confidence, that I would keep her secret. Okay, so that’s what I’ll do before I do anything else. I’ll talk with Fiona.

She slipped on a robe and went to the kitchen to make coffee.
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Sexually sated, at least for the time being, Erin and her mom turned off the shower and got out. They chatted and joked, sometimes playfully touching each other as they started getting ready for the day.

Continue on to Chapter 6

By Naughty Mommy

Ten minutes later, we had Bambi and Paige and Gwen settled in their room, which adjoined Eve’s. We made them promise to brush their teeth before bed, and not to stay up too awfully late.

With mischievous grins, they agreed, although we knew of course that it might be a long time before they actually were asleep. And that was okay. We were on vacation, after all. Not to mention the fact that I was hoping Gwen, and Bambi too, might think of some very special things for them to do with each other.

“Wow, they sure are a bundle of energy, aren’t they?” Eve chuckled as she locked the door between the rooms.

“Yes, they really are.”

Taking her face in my hands, I gave her a warm kiss.

“You’ve done a wonderful job of raising your kids, Eve. They’re both completely adorable. So smart and fun, and very sexy too.”

Her look darkened for a moment. Once again, I’d said something that took her by surprise, that even shocked her. She gave a nervous laugh, trying to shake it off. “Are they sexy? I’d never thought of my daughters that way, but…”

“But you said you were along for the ride, correct?” I took her hands in mine and squeezed them.

Another deep breath and then a tentative nod. “Uh-huh. That’s what I said.”

We got busy preparing ourselves for bed, and then I commented, “I usually sleep naked. How about you?”

“I — well, no, I, um, I usually wear a nightgown or something.” Eve was blushing like a schoolgirl. “But I, if, I guess if you want to, um, we can…”

“Would you unzip my dress?”

“Um, okay.”

She pulled the zipper down and I shrugged the green silk dress from my shoulders. I let it fall to the floor, and I was naked.

“Wow,” she breathed. “I knew you weren’t wearing a bra, that was obvious, but… I mean, no panties either. Just… wow.”

I turned around to face her, striking a pose. “Well, what do you think? How do I look?”

I’m very proud of my body, and not modest at all. I work hard to keep my figure. At 38, my breasts are still firm and don’t sag too much. My waist is reasonably trim and my legs are long and shapely. If I’m going to be a seductress of women and their daughters — and I am, that’s my mission in life — then I want to look the part.

“You look… you look fantastic.” She extended a hand, touching one of my breasts, lightly squeezing it. Then she smiled shyly. “You don’t mind, do you?”

“Of course not. But let’s get you naked too.”

Eve was wearing a gray tank top and a short denim skirt. I helped her pull the top over her head and we set it aside. Underneath she wore a lacy black bra. I was pleased to see that it was black. That told me she’d been in a sexy mood when she was getting dressed for dinner earlier that evening.

She reached behind her back to undo the bra, and as it fell away, I got my first good look at her breasts, set off by sharp tan lines, the revealed skin pale and lightly freckled. Eve’s breasts were not as large as mine, maybe a B-cup, but nicely shaped, and they sagged only a little. Her nipples were small and brown and stiffly erect. I fingered them with both hands, pinching them, which brought a gasp from her.

“Do you like that?” I whispered.

“Yes, I do.” Her voice was hoarse with lust. “Very much.”

I unzipped her skirt and pulled it down, kneeling in front of her. She stepped out of it. Eve’s legs were beautiful, probably her best feature. They were long and slim, very smooth and nicely tanned. I licked my lips as I admired them. I caressed her calves suggestively, hearing her breath quicken, then slid my hands slowly up the back of her thighs as I stood up. I squeezed her bottom. We kissed.

Hooking my fingers into the waistband of her black panties, I tugged them down over her hips and off. Now we were both naked. I took her in my arms and we kissed again. Eve pressed her mouth hard against mine, her tongue thrusting between my lips. We kissed that way for a long time, wetly and passionately, clutching at each other’s bodies.

Then we were in bed, making love with the lights still on. I wanted her to see everything. Eve sucked my nipples and fingered my pussy. She was an energetic partner, though clearly inexperienced. Her movements were sometimes a bit clumsy, either too slow or too fast, but I didn’t mind. She was eager, making a good effort, and that was what mattered. I let her have her way with me, doing what she wanted, enjoying herself.

After a while, I turned Eve onto her back and went down on her. It took several minutes for her to give in to the sensations and relax. But once she surrendered herself, it wasn’t long at all until she was coming in my mouth. She’d never been licked by a woman before and probably not nearly as satisfyingly by any man either. I’m very good at what I do.

I brought her to two powerful orgasms that way, and after she recovered from the second one, I crawled up to sit on her face, giving her a chance to see a pussy up close, to smell it and taste it and put her tongue inside. She was tentative at first, unsure of what to do, but I patiently instructed her and before long I was climaxing on top of her.

We rested after that, side by side in bed, holding hands. Eve was giddy with happiness, giggling and kissing my fingers. She was obviously proud of what she’d done, of being able to make me come in her mouth. I knew it was time for my next move.

“You know what I’d like to do?” I began.

“What? Tell me. I’ll do anything.” She sucked on my fingers, her face shining with enthusiasm.

“I’d like to watch you masturbate. And have you watch me.”

“Ooh, that’s kinky! I like it.”

And so we began. I moved toward the bottom of the bed and we faced each other, propped up on pillows, our legs wide apart. “I’ve never done anything like this before,” she grinned.

We started rubbing our pussies, watching each other’s movements, both gradually breathing harder as we felt our arousal slowly build toward a peak.

Then I said, “Eve?”

“Yeah?”

“You like watching me, don’t you…”

“Yeah, I do,” she nodded. “It’s hot. It’s like, dirty or something.”

“I know. I like it too. And you told me earlier that’s what especially gets you off at home, when you’re watching videos. You like to watch women masturbating.”

“Uh-huh, that’s what I said. I love watching them.”

“Some of the women you watch in those videos are pretty young, I’ll bet. Just teenagers, right?”

“Yeah, they are.” She was rubbing herself faster. It looked like she was almost on the edge.

“I want you to do something for me now.”

Eve licked her lips as she watched my fingers moving in and out of my dripping wet cunt. “Okay… what?”

“I want you to close your eyes and imagine that instead of watching me, you’re watching a younger girl, a teenager. Will you do that for me?”

She nodded, smiling slightly, and slowly closed her eyes. “Sure…”

“The girl is here in the room with you, sitting on your bed, masturbating. She’s a brunette, only 16 years old, wearing a ponytail, with long legs, a nice tan, and —”

Her eyes came wide open. “You mean Gwen, don’t you.”

“Yes, I mean Gwen. Close your eyes again, Eve, and picture your daughter playing with herself, sliding a finger inside her pussy, wanting you to watch her.”

She started to shake her head, but then stopped herself. I saw her take a very deep breath, let it out, and shut her eyes. “All right…”

“What are you looking at now?” I asked.

“At, um, at my daughter, Gwen.”

“Tell me what she looks like.”

“Well, she, um, she’s tall and cute… her legs are amazing, her smile, her eyes… she’s pretty, and… and she’s sexy.”

“And what is your sexy daughter doing now?”

“She’s masturbating. She’s… she’s naked. I can see her, her long legs, and… and everything…” She was breathing faster as she rubbed herself. “I can see what she’s doing. I’m watching her.”

“What is she doing?”

“She’s rubbing herself, her clit, her pussy. And she’s looking right at me. Gwen is watching me, watching her mom. She wants to see me come.”

Eve was quickly getting close again, her fingers moving rapidly over her clit.

“She’s masturbating for me. My daughter. My sexy daughter. She wants me to watch her. She’s watching me too. She’s fucking herself, and — and — and — GOD!!”

Her climax was incredible. I stopped masturbating so I could simply watch her.

She fell onto her side, moaning, gasping, both hands clutched between her legs. Her eyes were tightly shut, her face contorted with orgasmic passion. I saw her whole body shudder violently, again and again, over and over. It seemed it would never end. With each powerful spasm she uttered a little cry, and then finally, after the longest time, when all her lustful energy was expended and she was beginning at last to calm down, she whispered just one word, “Gwen…”

Now I wanted to come too. I was terribly excited by what I’d just seen, and especially by what it meant. I moved up to lie beside her, kissing and licking her shoulder as I pumped two fingers in and out of my sopping cunt. Within moments I was climaxing.

We fell asleep that way. At some point late in the night, one of us must have reached up to turn off the lamp. But we slept very peacefully and soundly, spooning side by side.

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In the morning, Eve and I awoke together, naked and smelling of sex. Loud knocks on the adjoining door had jolted us out of our sleep. “Mom?” “Mommy!”

“Oh shit —” Eve was suddenly panicky, grabbing at the sheet, trying to cover herself.

“Don’t worry,” I chuckled. “You locked the door, remember?”

“Oh, yeah…” she smiled sheepishly. “But anyway, I guess we better let them in.”

I yawned and stretched, pulling myself to a sitting position against the headboard, the top of the sheet barely above my crotch. “Yes, I suppose so.”

Eve was rummaging through her suitcase, trying to find something.

“Mom?!” More loud knocks.

“Just a minute!” Eve called. She yanked out a colorful bathing suit cover-up and quickly pulled it over her head.

She started toward the door, then stopped, looking at me. “Are you… going to…” she motioned, pointing at my nakedness.

I shook my head. “Uh-uh,” I yawned, stretching again.

Eve shook her head, then smiled and shrugged. “Well… okay.”

When she opened the door, all three girls burst in wearing t-shirts and undies. They were chattering about breakfast. But as soon as Gwen and Paige looked over and saw my breasts proudly on display, that stopped them cold.

For Bambi it was nothing, of course. She knew her mom loved being naked. She jumped up on the bed, giving me a big hug. I held her tightly, stroking her thighs and squeezing her little bottom through her panties. Then Bambi gave her mother a long, warm good-morning kiss. It wasn’t exactly a sexual kiss, but it wasn’t exactly not sexual either.

Finally she pulled away. “Mommy, we want breakfast. We’re hungry.”

“You are? We have three hungry girls?” I looked over at the other two, grinning at them.

Paige and Gwen, and Eve too, were staring, slack-jawed, evidently astonished at the kind of affection they were seeing between my daughter and me. Gwen was the first to have a smile cross her face. I think she was beginning to comprehend some things.

Eve cleared her throat. “Okay, well, um, breakfast. What shall we do about breakfast?”

“I’ve been thinking about that,” I said as I climbed out of bed with Bambi, holding her hand.

I smiled inwardly when I saw the effect my appearance was having. The girls were in their panties and t-shirts. Eve was wearing her cover-up. But I was stark naked, and both Gwen’s and Paige’s eyes were fastened on my crotch.

You see, I am totally hairless down there. Every two or three weeks I get a Brazilian wax. Bambi likes me that way, and I do too. I doubt that Eve’s daughters had ever seen a woman who looked like I did. Possibly online, I suppose, but not up close and personal.

I stepped up to the sisters, kissing them each on the cheek. “First, let me say good morning. And then, how about this? Bambi and I will go up to our suite and take a shower and get dressed. I’ll order a nice breakfast buffet for all of us and have it delivered in about an hour. Can you wait that long?”

They nodded mutely.

“The three of you can get dressed or shower or whatever you need to do, and then join us at,” I glanced at the clock, “at, let’s say, 10:00, upstairs for breakfast. But I think you should come with your swimsuits on, ready to go down to the beach after we finish eating, okay?”

“That sounds good to me,” Eve smiled. “Okay with you girls?”

They happily agreed. The plan was set.

Still naked, I called room service and ordered the food. Then I retrieved my silk dress from where it was laying over a chair, slipped it on and stepped into my high-heeled sandals — while making sure Gwen and Paige both noticed that I wore nothing under the dress. I gave them a wink, then Bambi and I left the room and headed for the elevator.

As she pushed the PH button and the door closed, Bambi laughed. “Know what, Mommy? Last night I told Gwen I wanted to learn to kiss like a big girl and I asked her to show me how. So she did, and she showed Paige too. They were kissing each other. We were all kissing. Isn’t that funny?”

It was funny, because Bambi had been kissing girls and women for years and was quite an expert at it. But it was also very arousing to me. On impulse I picked her up and kissed her mouth. She’d put her blouse and her pleated skirt back on, but as I held my little girl, her legs wrapped around my waist, I could feel that she wasn’t wearing any panties.

Like mother, like daughter, I thought, as I lovingly caressed her bare bottom.

The elevator door opened into our suite. I carried Bambi, still in my arms, to the master bedroom, and set her on the bed. Pausing just long enough to whip off my dress, I pushed her down, spread her legs wide apart, and began kissing and licking her beautiful hairless pussy.

I pressed my face into her crotch, licking her and rubbing my lips all around, loving the feel of her smooth, soft skin. I kissed her labia, sucked her clit, and shoved my tongue deep inside her pink vagina, tasting her sweet juices.

Bambi adores it when I eat her that way. She closes her eyes and pinches her little nipples and whispers, “Mommy, Mommy…” And as usual, within only a few minutes I had her coming in my mouth.

There is nothing in the world I love as much as the pussy of a 10-year-old girl. Unless it’s the pussy of a 9-year-old girl or an 8-year-old girl. Or maybe an 11-year-old or a 12-year-old girl. I just love girls, and women too, but especially young girls. And especially my own daughter!

After her climax, and after giving her a minute or so to recover, I told her we needed to take a shower. But then I remembered something I wanted to ask. “Where are those panties you were wearing last night? Did you bring them with you?”

“Uh-uh.” She shook her head. “I gave ‘em to Gwen. She wanted ‘em.”

“She did?”

“Yeah. I don’t know why,” she shrugged, “I mean, it seems like they’d be too small for her.”

“Okay, that’s fine. I was just wondering.” I was pretty sure I knew why Gwen might be interested in having a pair of my daughter’s soiled panties. She was probably smelling them right now.

We got into the shower together. I washed my hair and I washed her hair, and then we lathered each other up, soapy hands running all over our bodies.

As we rinsed under the warm water, I could tell by the way Bambi was touching me and squeezing me that she wanted more, that she was still in the mood for sex — which was not unusual at all for that amazing child. So I turned to her, holding a breast in my hand, pointing the nipple, happily offering it to her.

At 10 years old, my daughter is still about eight inches shorter than me — which puts her cute face almost exactly at the level of my breasts. She started sucking my nipple, sucking it hard, while at the same time climbing onto my leg, pressing herself against me, urgently humping my wet thigh with her pussy. She wanted to come again.

I was getting excited too. I slid down onto the tiled shower floor, leaning against the wall. The water was still cascading over us. Bambi sucked my nipple. I slipped my hand between her legs, my middle finger finding her vagina, sliding easily inside. I fucked my little girl with my finger, hearing her moan and pant as she continued sucking my nipple. With my other hand I started rubbing my clit, but I didn’t have time to get close before she was climaxing again.

And what a wonderful experience that is — to have my daughter’s mouth clamped over my breast, her lips and tongue massaging my erect nipple, while my finger nestles inside her hot little vagina — and as she reaches climax I can feel the muscles of her tiny cunt squeezing my finger, again and again, each spasm accompanied by a girlish squeak of orgasmic ecstasy. I love my precious Bambi so much!

She finally finished, and I hugged her close, kissing her hair, her cheeks, her lips. My clit was throbbing with need, I wanted to come so bad — but time was running short. The others would arrive soon, not to mention our breakfast, and we still had to dry our hair and get dressed.

So, I opted to forgo an orgasm for the time being, deciding it might be fun to be right on the edge all day long with Eve and her daughters.

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By Naughty Mommy

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“We don’t have to do it if you don’t want to, sweetheart.”

“No, I do want to,” protested Fiona. “I mean, I want to, I really do, but… I don’t know, I’m just confused or something.”

“It’s okay.” Bridget kissed the top of the girl’s head as she held her close, stroking her back and her legs. She gently rocked her, murmuring soft words, kissing and comforting.
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Completely spent, Sheila rolled off her daughter to lie on her back, panting, sweating, licking her lips, still tasting Erin’s pussy. The teenager, also exhausted, crawled alongside her mother and collapsed there, taking her hand. They lay beside each other for several minutes, slowly recovering.
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Fiona took a deep breath, then let it out as she nestled in closer. She was definitely feeling better now. Being held in Bridget’s arms, so cozy and safe, made everything seem okay. They cuddled for several minutes.
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After a time, Erin turned onto her side, facing her mom. She rested a hand on her full breast as their breathing gradually calmed. She kissed her mother’s shoulder and snuggled in closer.
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The girl purred as she felt her aunt kissing the top of her head, her hands gently stroking her hair, her shoulders, her back… it felt good to be touched that way, so comforting and so nice… the woman’s warm hands caressing her, rubbing her back, now rubbing her legs, so relaxing… she had a nice soft touch on her legs, on her thighs, on her bottom… and Bridget smelled so good too, so delicious… it was some kind of sexy perfume that made Fiona want to… to do something… she slowly opened her eyes… and there in front of her face, maybe an inch away, was a long brown nipple… it was her aunt’s perfect breast, waiting for her, reaching out to her… Fiona licked her lips, she smelled the perfume, she felt the touch of the woman’s hands on her bottom, squeezing her bottom, teasing inside the crack… Fiona parted her lips, moved her head slightly forward, and took the nipple into her mouth.

“Oh!” Bridget was momentarily startled. Then she smiled. I guess she must be feeling fine now, she thought, as she resumed petting the girl.

Fiona sucked the hard nipple. It felt so right, so good in her mouth. She loved the taste, the feel, everything. She was very happy.
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“Mom?”

“Yes, honey?” said Sheila.

“Do you ever think about… um, about Fiona?”

“What do you mean?”

“Well, like, do you think she’s sexy?”

Sheila opened her eyes, turning her head on the pillow to look at Erin. She smiled at her. “Do you think she is?”

Erin grinned sheepishly. “Yeah, I mean, I like all girls. But Fiona’s really cute, and, and, well you know, sometimes I think about her that way.”

“What way?” Sheila asked. She knew very well what Erin meant, but she wanted to hear her say it.

“You know,” Erin giggled. “I think about her sometimes when I play with myself. You know.”

“Yeah, I do.” Sheila smiled, giving her older daughter a squeeze.
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Gradually, instinctively, Fiona shifted around as she sucked her aunt’s nipple, until she was cradled in the woman’s arms, like a baby. Bridget gazed adoringly at the child, kissed her forehead, stroked her hair, caressed her round little bottom and her smooth thighs. She cooed to her, loving the sensation of having her nipples sucked, loving the feel of a young female body in her arms. She kissed Fiona’s cheek, her forehead, and then, almost without thinking, she slipped her hand between the girl’s legs, cupping her vulva.
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“But do you, like, do you think about Fiona that way too?”

“What way?”

“Mom — you know what I mean.”

“Okay,” Sheila laughed. “Yes, I do think about her that way. I often think about her when I masturbate. I especially think about her while she’s watching me masturbate.”

“What??” Erin lifted her head to stare at her mother, frowning slightly. “What do you mean?”

“Well, she watches me sometimes. And I’m telling you, it gets me really hot when she does.”
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When she felt a hand reaching between her legs, Fiona opened her eyes. She let the nipple slip from her mouth.

Bridget was gazing at her. “Is this what you want, baby?” she whispered as her fingers tenderly stroked the girl’s labia. There was some hair there, but not much yet, just a bit of downy auburn fuzz.

Fiona didn’t say anything. She smiled softly and nodded (looking more like a little girl than ever, Bridget thought to herself), then turned her attention back to the erect wet nipple, taking it into her mouth with a contented sigh, closing her eyes and sucking again.
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“She watches you?” asked Erin.

“Yes, she does. See, honey, sometimes when you’re out and it’s just Fiona and me at home, and if I’m feeling, well, especially horny — then I’ll go in my room and take off all my clothes and start masturbating — but I leave the door wide open so she can see me.”

“Wow, Mom…”

“I don’t think she knows that I know she’s watching. But I really like it. It gets me so hot.”
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Bridget could feel warm moisture at the bottom of Fiona’s slit. It was dripping out of her. She used the slippery juices to lubricate the girl’s labia, making it easy for her fingers to slide within. She heard the child moan, but her eyes did not open. Bridget gently fondled her, found her little clit, felt the young body tremble as experienced fingers caressed her sex.
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“It reminds me of, you know, when you caught me,” Erin said.

“What do you mean?”

“Well, like, I don’t know if I really wanted you to find me that way, but maybe I actually did. I don’t know.”

“Yes, maybe you did.” Sheila chuckled as she recalled that day. “It wasn’t as if I tried to sneak up on you or anything. I was making enough noise, I think, coming up the stairs, carrying all those packages.”

“I know, but I swear I didn’t hear you. I didn’t hear anything. Remember, I was almost ready to come.”
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“Mmh, mmph…” Fiona was making urgent noises as her aunt expertly rubbed her pussy. The girl’s mouth was full of nipple, but Bridget knew what the sounds meant. She was getting close. With her thumb stroking Fiona’s clit, Bridget extended her middle finger until she found the opening to her vagina. She probed within. Fiona gasped and squealed, the nipple popping from her mouth.

“You want to come, little baby? You want to come for me?” Bridget rubbed her faster, pushing her finger inside.

And then Fiona was climaxing.
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“It was so nice watching you, sweetheart, watching you come like that,” Sheila whispered. She turned onto her side, facing her daughter, their noses touching. She caressed her cheek. “You were so beautiful, so sexy, lying on my bed, surrounded by my panties and things.”

“It was kind of embarrassing,” the teenager giggled, “getting caught that way. But you were so nice about it.”

Sheila kissed Erin’s lips.

“And then when you said it made you want to, you know, to masturbate too — and to masturbate with me. God, that was awesome.”

“You certainly didn’t seem to mind,” the woman smiled.

“No, I was happy! I always thought you were hot, Mom, I really did. But I never ever thought you might want to do anything like that with me.”

“Mmm, I’m so glad we did.” Sheila rolled on top of her daughter, kissing her mouth.
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Fiona was limp in Bridget’s arms. The powerful orgasm had taken everything out of her. She was breathing heavily, her young body flushed. Bridget held her for a moment, just looking at her. Then she raised her own hand to her face, smelling her fingers, enjoying the lovely fragrance of the child’s sex. She licked her middle finger, which was still wet, tasting her juices. Smiling, Bridget bent down and gently kissed her niece on the lips. Fiona stirred, but seemed to be in a trance, if not asleep.

Bridget briefly considered letting Fiona stay with her, spend the whole night in her bed. But if Debby came to her room in the morning, as she often did, and found them naked together, that would not do. So, she carefully picked the girl up and carried her to the spare bedroom.

Fiona roused briefly as Bridget settled her in bed. “Mmh,” she murmured, “did I fall asleep?”

“Yes, and you go right back to sleep now, baby girl, okay?” Bridget whispered as she tenderly kissed the child’s forehead, tucking her in.

“Okay…”

And before Bridget left the room, Fiona was fast asleep.
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Kissing, thrusting, groaning, licking, grabbing, panting — almost insane with incestuous lust, Sheila made urgent wild love with her teenage daughter for one last time that night. Pushing Erin’s legs wide apart, she placed her hot wet cunt directly on top of the girl’s and began fucking her, pussy to pussy.
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Bridget stepped inside her daughter’s room for a moment. After letting her eyes adjust to the dark, she tiptoed over to Debby’s bed. The 9-year-old was on her side, her hair arrayed across the pillow. One slim young leg was partly outside the covers. Bridget knelt at the bedside and gently pushed the covers further back so she could see more of the girl’s body. She loved to look at her this way.

Most mothers like to gaze at their sleeping children, of course, but for Bridget it was more, or at least it had become more in the past year or so. Now when she looked at her daughter’s smooth skin, at those slender arms and legs, she felt a sexual thrill. Never had she never told anyone about this and she wasn’t sure she ever would, but to Bridget, a girl of only 8 or 9 years old, like Debby, was the perfect age. So utterly delicious, so desirable. She knew what that meant. There was a word for it. It meant that Bridget was a pedophile, a lesbian pedophile.

As she thought about that word, she began to get aroused. She was still naked, so she simply slid her hand down between her legs and started rubbing her clit. She leaned closer, her face next to the sleeping girl’s body. She let her lips graze the soft skin of the child’s thigh, inhaling her aroma. How wonderful it would be if she could pull down the little one’s panties and look at her, and kiss her, and lick her —

Bridget was quickly getting close, too close. She didn’t want to go all the way, didn’t want to climax in Debby’s bedroom. Reluctantly she got to her feet again, pulled the covers back over her daughter, and then kissed her cheek and went back to her own room, where she climbed naked into bed and masturbated.

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By Naughty Mommy

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“I like watching her,” said Fiona.

“Your mom?”

“Uh-huh. Sometimes I stand by her door when she’s doing it, you know, masturbating, and I watch her for a long time. Like for 10 or 15 minutes.”

“Okay.”

“Is that wrong?”

“No, I don’t think it is,” Bridget said, rubbing her niece’s hand. They were sitting together in Bridget’s bed. “Especially not if your mother leaves her door wide open like that. As you said, it seems like maybe she wants you to watch her or something.”

“I know, it really does.”

After a short pause, Bridget asked, “Do you think she knows you’re watching her?”

“I don’t think so. I kind of stand to the side, and she almost always has her eyes closed. So, I don’t think so, but… I don’t know, maybe.”

Bridget thought about her sister Sheila, who was Fiona’s mom. At 35, Sheila was four years older than she was. They were close and shared a lot of things, although for whatever reason they hadn’t talked very much about anything as intimate as masturbation since they were quite a bit younger, just teenagers.

“But I like watching her,” Fiona repeated. “It gets me excited.”
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Lying on her back in bed, the naked woman climaxed again. Sheila’s orgasm lasted a very long time, reaching peak after peak before finally beginning to subside. “Oh my god, oh my god, yes…” she sighed.
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“After I saw her doing it the first time,” said the 12-year-old, “I decided to try it myself. And now whenever I see her — which is a lot, like maybe every couple days — I go back to my bedroom and then, well, you know.”

“Then you masturbate?”

“Uh-huh.”

“Do you… are you able to have an orgasm?”

“Yeah, for sure.”

Bridget smiled. Impulsively, she hugged the girl and kissed her head.
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Sheila slowly opened her eyes and looked down. She always loved seeing Erin’s pretty face between her legs, framed by her red curls. And there she was, grinning, her mouth and her cheeks glistening with her mother’s juices. It was such a thrill to see her that way, a thrill that Sheila thought every mom should be lucky enough to experience.

“Turn around now, baby,” she said. “I want to taste you too.”

Erin giggled joyfully, then shifted her position on the bed until her crotch was next to her mother’s face. Sheila squeezed her breasts and pinched her nipples as she took in the sight of this beautiful sexy young girl — her own daughter! — opening her legs, waiting to be licked.
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“Bridget?”

“Yes, honey?”

“Would you let me watch you?”

Bridget was stunned. Was Fiona asking what she thought she was asking?

“Um, I…” she stammered, “you… watch me what?”

“You know, the way I watch my mom. I’d really like to watch you too if I can. Would you mind?”
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For a moment Sheila simply gazed at the 15-year-old girl, at the pale white freckled skin of her bare legs, the patch of curly red pubic hair, the pink distended labia, glistening with her juices. It was all so wonderful, so enticing.

She took a very deep breath, inhaling the luscious fragrance of her daughter’s sex, and smiled to herself, feeling pleased with life. Then she gently pushed the teenager’s thighs wider apart, opened her pussy lips with her fingers, and began licking her clit.
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Bridget felt an immediate sexual thrill as she pictured herself masturbating in front of this sweet child she held in her arms. But would it be morally right? Of course, the girl’s mother was apparently already doing that, so maybe it wouldn’t be a problem. Still, Bridget thought, I had better tread carefully here.

“Well, I, I don’t know, honey. That’s a very personal thing you’re talking about.”

“I know, but… please? Wouldn’t it be fun?”

Fun? Well, Bridget thought to herself, that’s one word to describe it. Hot, sexy, erotic — those are other words that come to mind.

“Please?”

Then Bridget had a deliciously naughty idea. She gave the girl a squeeze and said, “Okay, Fiona, I guess we can do that. But I’ll tell you what, to make it even more ‘fun’, maybe you should let me watch you too, at the same time.”

“Really?” Fiona pulled away for a moment and looked into her aunt’s eyes.

“Sure, why not?”

“Wow…” Fiona mused. She’d never done anything like that. It actually had not even occurred to her that someone older might want to watch her. “Really?”

“Yes,” Bridget chuckled. “What’s the matter? Don’t you want to?”

The girl took a deep breath. “No, I mean, yeah I do. I really do!”
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Erin couldn’t believe how good it felt. In all her fantasies, nothing had ever been as amazing as reality turned out to be. The feeling of a woman’s tongue, warm and wet, bathing her sex, tasting her, eating her, sucking her labia and her clit, delving into her vagina — oh my god, it was unbelievable — and she was quickly getting close to an orgasm.

Sheila could sense her daughter’s arousal, could tell how close she was getting. She loved making Erin come in her mouth. She licked her erect clit, swirling her tongue around it, sucking, gently nibbling, then flicking the tip of her tongue over the stiff pink nub. She heard Erin panting, gasping, right on the edge. As she continued to suck on her clit, she eased a finger into the girl’s vagina, so hot inside, so juicy. She pushed the finger in further, reaching, probing, and then Erin was coming.
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“So,” Bridget began, “do you want to do it now, or —”

“Yes! Right now!” Fiona interrupted. She had turned on the bed and was facing her aunt, her hands on her knees, a huge smile on her face.

“All right,” the older woman chuckled. The girl’s enthusiasm delighted her — and it aroused her too. She looked down at Fiona’s tight t-shirt, at those perky little nipples. She wanted to see her with nothing on.

“I’m gonna take this off, okay?” Bridget lifted the filmy black nightie over her head and dropped it on the floor. Then she pealed off her thong and tossed it aside. She smiled at her niece. “You want to get naked too?”

Fiona didn’t answer. She was staring at Bridget’s breasts. They were so perfect, round and firm, with stiff dark nipples. For a second Fiona actually thought, I want to suck her nipples, but then immediately put that idea away. She knew her aunt was a lesbian of course (and Fiona thought she might be one too), but she told herself that Bridget would never want a little kid like her, just a girl, to do something like that. I’m sure she would prefer another woman, a grownup.

“You want to get naked too?” Bridget repeated.

Fiona blushed when she realized she’d been caught staring. “Oh, yeah, sorry.”

She began pulling up her t-shirt, but then stopped halfway, looking down at her chest. “It’s kind of embarrassing, though,” she mumbled. “I mean, look at you.” Her eyes went to Bridget’s mature breasts. “And I’m nothing.”

“Oh, don’t be silly,” Bridget reassured her. “You’re beautiful, honey. Now come on, let me see you.”

“Well, okay…” The 12-year-old took a deep breath and lifted her shirt off.
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The taste of her daughter’s juices in her mouth was heavenly. Even while Erin was climaxing, Sheila had removed her finger from the girl’s vagina and quickly replaced it with her tongue. She wanted to eat her as she came.
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Bridget stared at her niece, licking her lips as she thrilled at what she was seeing: a lovely young girl, just beginning puberty, her breasts only soft swells, but her nipples already enlarged and puffy. She couldn’t wait to see more. “Take off your undies too.”
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Erin squeezed her own nipples, groaning with pleasure as she felt her mom’s tongue lapping deep inside her, licking her, sucking her, swallowing her juices. She’d just finished climaxing, but if her mother kept this up for very long, Erin was sure she would come again in her mouth.
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Fiona dropped her panties to the floor, then quickly covered her crotch with her hands. Why was she suddenly feeling so shy? She liked having her aunt look at her that way. It was… it actually made her feel sexy, even if she couldn’t understand why Bridget would think she was worth looking at.

“So nice,” breathed the older woman as she fondled her own breast with one hand, her other hand sliding between her legs to rub her clit. She was starting to masturbate as she gazed at the naked child.
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Sheila paused just long enough to swing her leg over so she was straddling her daughter, in a ’69’ position. Slowly she lowered her cunt to Erin’s waiting mouth, and then resumed eating the teen’s wet pussy.
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Fiona felt her cheeks burning. This was her idea. She was the one who said she wanted to watch Bridget, and she’d been excited when her aunt suggested they do it together, but now… now it seemed like almost too much. To be here on the bed, both nude, looking at each other… she didn’t know if she could really go through with it.

“Are you all right, honey?” Bridget asked.

“Yeah, I, I guess… I just feel, kinda… kinda weird is all…”

Bridget stopped rubbing herself. “What do you mean?”

“It’s like, I mean, you’re so beautiful, and I want to watch you and stuff, but, but…” Tears brimmed in the girl’s eyes.

“Oh, honey, come here.” Bridget gathered the flustered child into her arms, holding her, petting her. “It’s okay, everything’s okay,” she soothed.
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Mother and daughter were both so totally aroused, so consumed with illicit lesbian lust for each other, that it took almost no time at all until Sheila and Erin were coming simultaneously, locked in a tight embrace, mouth on pussy, mouth on pussy, body against body, in an incestuous orgasmic climax.

Continue on to Chapter 4

By Naughty Mommy

As she sat on my lap, Eve gazed at me, searchingly. I saw worry and wonder and desire in her eyes, all at the same time. She took another deep breath, slowly letting it out.

Just then a chime rang. It meant someone was waiting at the elevator door. “That’s the dessert for the girls,” I said.

Eve started to get up, but I tightened my hold around her waist and kept her seated. “Just stay here, stay where you are,” I told her. “Will you trust me?”

She shrugged her shoulders, grinning sheepishly. “Okay.”

The chime was repeated.

“Bambi!” I called. “Will you let them in, please?”

“Okay, Mommy!”

We heard the sound of running feet, Bambi apparently being followed by the other two girls. A moment later my daughter called, “It’s room service, Mommy!”

“Ask them to bring it in here!”

“Okay!”

Eve again started to make a move to get up. It was instinctive for her. She simply couldn’t be seen sitting on a sexy woman’s lap, especially not on her bed!

I held her down, but gently patted her hip. “It’s okay,” I said. “Just sit.”

Bambi came into the room, followed by a young woman carrying a tray. And right behind the woman came Paige and Gwen. Their eyes went wide when they saw their mother perched on my lap.

“Right there on the table is fine. Thank you,” I said to the young woman.

She set the tray on a table by the wall after clearing a space for it. Then she removed the tops from four covered dishes, and the girls began gushing over how delicious the desserts looked.

The server had a leather pad with her containing the bill I needed to sign. As she stepped toward me, I said, “Will you sign that for me, Eve?”

“Oh, um, yes.”

I smiled at the server. “My hands are kind of full right now, as you can see.”

The young woman gave a brief nod and a tiny smile.

I let one of my hands move onto Eve’s bare thigh. Her denim skirt had ridden up when she sat on my lap, and she was showing a lot of leg. I stroked her smooth skin as she signed the check with a shaky hand.

Taking the pad from Eve, the young woman thanked us and left the suite.

“Which one is mine?” asked Bambi.

“You can each choose the dessert you want,” I told the girls. “Paige and Gwen choose first, since they’re our guests. Then you take the one you want, Bambi, and Eve and I will share whatever is left.”

“Okay,” said Bambi. Then to Paige, “You pick first.”

“They all look good to me,” responded the girl. “Which one do you want?”

“I want the one with the peaches and the whip cream,” Bambi said, “but you can take whichever one you want.”

“Okay, um, maybe I’ll have the chocolate cake then.”

“Which one do you want, Gwen?” asked my daughter.

“I think the… is that pecan pie?”

“I don’t know, I guess.”

“Okay, I’ll try that one.”

“Mommy, I’m taking the peach thing. There’s one left. It’s a green pie.”

Gwen laughed. “That’s key lime pie, silly. Mom, you like that, don’t you?”

“Yes, yes, I do,” Eve answered uneasily. Once again she started to get up, and this time I let her.

When Eve was finished admiring the desserts her daughters had chosen, Bambi said to the girls, “Let’s go eat ‘em in my room.”

“Okay,” they agreed. The two younger girls left, but Gwen lagged behind.

She looked over at me, where I was sitting on the bed with my legs crossed again, and then at Eve, who was picking up the plate with the key lime pie. Gwen smiled, then gave her mother a kiss on the cheek. “I love you, Mom.”

“Oh,” said Eve, “I love you too, sweetie. Thanks.”

I got up and went to them, putting my arms around both of them, pulling them close. “You have a wonderful daughter, Eve. Gwen is so good with the children. You don’t mind spending so much time with them, do you, Gwen?”

“No, I, I don’t mind. I like it.”

I smiled at her. “I know you do. But I want to thank you anyway, for being so dependable and so kind to my daughter. She thinks you’re tops, you know? And so do I.”

I brought my face to hers and kissed her on the mouth, holding the kiss long enough to make it clear that this was more than an ordinary thank-you peck.

With my arms still around their waists, I turned from Gwen, who was smiling brightly, to her mother. “And thank you, for letting my daughter and me spend time with you and your girls. We really do appreciate it.”

I kissed Eve on the mouth, the same way I had kissed her daughter, only I held the kiss even longer, so Gwen would make no mistake what it meant.

Then I turned once more to the teenager. “Your mom and I have some things to talk about now, but in a few minutes I’ll come and get you and we’ll have a look at that skirt I told you about, okay?”

“Okay,” she nodded, her eyes shining.

I dropped my arm from her waist and she started from the room, carrying her dish of pecan pie. I called to her, “Will you shut the door, honey?”

“Um, all right.”

As the door closed, Eve said to me, “You, you kissed my daughter.”

“Yes, I did.”

“Is that… part of what I have to get used to?”

“How did it feel to you when you saw me kissing her?” I asked.

She frowned, thinking. “It felt like, um, like I should say something, like I should stop you. But I… I also think that maybe, that maybe Gwen liked it.”

Eve sat down again, trying to puzzle out what it meant. “And if, what was it you said earlier about Bambi? ‘If she likes it, if it makes her happy, then I don’t see any harm in it.’ I think maybe part of me wants to say that about Gwen too, but I’m also kind of afraid.”

I knelt on the floor beside her. “I understand. It’s a lot to take in all at once.”

“So you, you like kissing my daughter.”

“Yes.”

“And you like kissing me.”

“Very much.”

“Wow.”

I put my hand on her knee, rubbing gently. “Was there anything else you felt when you saw me kissing her?”

Eve started to laugh, and put her head down.

“What is it?” I asked.

She looked at me. “For a second, when you were kissing her, I thought — I know this is going to sound crazy, but — I thought to myself, oh, cool, it’s like in those Internet videos.”

I smiled and squeezed her knee. “You really like watching those videos, don’t you, the ones with women and girls kissing each other?”

She put her head down again. “Yeah, I do.”

“Now, wait,” I took her by the chin, lifting her head, “try not to look down when you say that. Be proud of who you are and what you like to do. Who cares what anyone else thinks? You don’t need to be constrained by old-fashioned puritan values.”

“You’re right,” she nodded. “I don’t need to be, and I don’t want to be.”

“Good.”

“But it’s really hard.”

I placed my hand on her knee again, and began sliding it slowly up her leg.

“I know it is. Those are the doors we have to open. You’ve been shut behind them for too long. If you’ll trust me, if you’ll do what I say, we can have a lot of fun.”

My hand was on the soft inside of her thigh, beneath her skirt. She parted her legs for me, trembling, as my fingers moved closer to her crotch.

I put my other hand behind her head, pulling her face down to mine, and we kissed. Our tongues came together, teasing. Under her skirt, I brushed the tips of my fingers along the edge of her panties.

Eve was panting again, moaning. Her mouth was wet, and I was sure her pussy was too. Here was a woman who’d not had anyone touch her this way, lovingly, sensually, erotically, for a very long time. Possibly no one ever really had.

After ending the kiss, I removed my hand from under her skirt and took a chair next to hers. She and I shared the delicious slice of key lime pie, playfully feeding bites to each other, laughing and eating and kissing, sometimes all three at once.

When we were finished, I stood, gently pulling her up with me, and we kissed again, this time even more wetly, tongues probing and exploring. Eve’s hands groped for my breasts. I let her grab them, squeezing them. But that was as far as I wanted to go for the moment.

I pulled back, smiling at her, using my finger to clean away some of her (or my) smeared lip gloss from the side of her mouth. Then I kissed her one more time, very gently. Taking her hand, I said, “Come on.”

We walked slowly toward the bedroom door, hand in hand. Just before we reached it, I turned to her and asked, “Are you ready to go along for the ride?”

The woman nodded slowly, her eyes filled with both fear and desire, as if saying yes and no at the same time. That was fine. It was all that could be expected at this point. I opened the door.

“Gwen,” I called, “do you want to look at that skirt now?”

“Yeah, sure!” came her voice from Bambi’s room. A few seconds later, the teenager stepped out into the hall, tugging down her tight pink skirt. Her face was flushed. I wondered what kind of games she might have been playing in there with Bambi and Paige, and I wished I had been there to see it.

I took Gwen’s hand, leading her into the large dressing room that was part of the master suite. Eve came with us, and they watched as I searched inside one of my trunks.

I pulled out a skirt that was slightly small for me around the waist. I was still able to wear it, and sometimes did, but I was more than happy to let Gwen take the skirt — especially if it meant I could help her try it on.

The skirt was a rayon/silk blend, so it flowed beautifully around me as I walked. It was in a swirling blue and green pattern that always reminded me of the sea. I loved wearing it, but it was getting to be a tight fit.

Holding it up, I asked, “What do you think? Do you like it?”

“Yes, I do,” Gwen smiled. “It’s beautiful.”

“It’s too small for me,” I told her, “but it should be fine for you.”

I pointed to her skirt. “Take that one off.”

“Here?”

“Yeah, go ahead. Come on, pull it down.”

“Well, um, okay…” The girl’s pink skirt had a wide elastic waistband. There were no fasteners, so she just shimmied it down over her thighs.

Underneath she wore a skimpy thong, bright red and sexy. That was why she’d hesitated about taking off the skirt in front of me.

“Ooh, I like that,” I said, looking at her crotch. “Very hot.”

“Um, thanks.” Blushing deeply, Gwen stepped out of the skirt and handed it to her mother.

“Why don’t you take off your shoes, it’ll be easier that way,” I suggested.

“Right.” The girl reached down and undid the knots, then slipped off her little white tennis shoes.

I enjoyed looking at her long lean thighs, watching her muscles stretch as she bent over. I put my hand on her bare bottom. “You’re in such amazing shape. What a body you have.”

The teen glanced nervously at her mother, who was standing and watching us. Eve gave her a brave smile, and even licked her lips. Along for the ride, I thought happily.

Gwen took the blue and green skirt and stepped into it, pulling it up. I helped her do the three buttons in the back. It was a pretty good fit, with perhaps an inch of excess room around the waist.

“You could easily take this in a little,” I commented, my finger in the waistband. Eve nodded.

“Wow, I love the way this feels,” the girl smiled, swishing her hips back and forth.

I led them into the bathroom, so Gwen could see herself in the big mirror.

“It looks nice on you, honey,” said her mother.

“Yeah, it really does.” Gwen beamed at her reflection, clearly pleased with what she saw.

Suddenly she turned to me and threw her arms around my neck, hugging me close. “Thank you so much, Angela!”

I felt her small breasts pressing against me. Putting my arms around the girl, I let one hand slide down below her waist.

“You’re quite welcome, honey,” I said as I suggestively caressed her bottom. She stiffened slightly in my embrace, realizing that her mother could see how I was touching her.

I caught Eve’s eye. She appeared a little uneasy, but also somewhat aroused. I sent her a wink and a smile, which she tentatively returned.

As I let Gwen go, she and her mother looked at each other. Their faces were both flushed, but in neither did I see any indication of wanting to turn away from the direction we were taking.

We stood there for a moment, and then Eve glanced at her watch.

“Well,” she said, “I hate to break up the party, but it is almost 10:30.”

Gwen frowned, apparently wishing the night wouldn’t end so soon. But then her eyes brightened, as if she’d had an inspiration.

“Thank you again,” she said quickly. “I love the skirt.” Giving me a kiss on the cheek, the teen took her other skirt from her mom, dashed into the dressing room to grab her shoes, and hurried off.

Eve came to stand beside me.

“Whew,” she said, fanning her face with her hand, “that was getting steamy.”

I studied her, searching her eyes. Finally I asked, “Are any doors beginning to open up in there?”

For a fleeting second she started to turn her face to the floor, then thought better of it. Looking me straight in the eye, her chin held high, the woman nodded, took a deep breath, and said, “Yes, I think they might be. I really think they are.”

A second later, the door to Bambi’s room burst open, and she came running toward us, followed by the other two girls.

“Mommy!” she panted, her face shining with excitement, “Gwen says maybe I should stay in their room with them tonight, you know, like a sleepover. Can I? Please?”

Gwen came up behind her, blushing. “I, um,” she stammered, “it — I thought it would be fun for the girls.”

I knew very well, of course, that the sexy 16-year-old had other things in mind besides what might be ‘fun’ for the younger girls. Her idea for a sleepover with her little sister Paige, who was 11, and my daughter Bambi, who was 10, could lead to some interesting possibilities later in the night.

Gwen knew that I knew that too, which is why she was blushing. But I didn’t mind, not one bit. In fact, I admired her ingenuity.

“Mommy, please, can I?” Bambi begged, doing her part of the act.

“I know it sounds like fun,” I began, “but are you really sure they have room for you?”

“Oh, yes,” Gwen assured me, “Paige and me have our own room with two double beds, queen-size beds. There’s lots of space.”

“It’s fine with me,” added their mother. “I don’t mind at all, Angela, as long as you say it’s okay.”

“Please, Mommy?” My daughter jumped eagerly up and down.

“Well, I can see that I’m outnumbered. I’ll be lonely, though, all by myself up here in this big suite.”

“Maybe you should sleep with my mom,” Gwen blurted, “you know, like a grownup slumber party.”

Eve’s face was slowly turning red, almost as red as her daughter’s thong. But she didn’t say no or scoff at the suggestion. She looked at me, her eyes openly inviting.

I smiled. “Okay, how about this? Tonight we’ll have a slumber party sleepover in your rooms, and then tomorrow night we’ll all stay up here, in our rooms. Is that a deal?”

“Yay!” Bambi clapped and cheered, joined by Paige and Gwen. The three girls rushed back to Bambi’s room to collect her things and get ready.

Eve slipped an arm through mine and laid her head on my shoulder. I glanced at her face. It looked as if she wanted to say something, but was unsure how to start.

“What is it?” I prompted, patting her hand.

“It’s just, I… I’m feeling very happy, I really am, but… it all seems like it’s happening so quickly.”

I smiled inwardly, recalling the times when Bambi and I had made our conquests in just a couple of hours or less. This one was taking quite a bit longer, but I felt certain it would be worth the extra effort.

“It’s okay,” I assured her in a gentle voice. “Nothing will take place before you’re ready for it, I promise.”

Eve was quiet for a moment. Then she raised her head and looked into my eyes. Nodding slowly, she took a deep breath and with a brave smile said, “I’m ready, Angela, for whatever comes next. I trust you.”

I kissed her mouth, softly. She leaned into me, pressing her body close to mine. Eve was obviously quite willing, even eager, to have me make love with her. But I wanted more than that. I did want her, she was a lovely woman, and I was sure I would enjoy sleeping with her — but my ultimate desires went further, much further.

A chorus of loud girlish giggles and a shout from Bambi, “Okay, Mommy, let’s go!” told us our daughters were ready for the sleepover to begin.

I patted Eve’s hand again. “Let me just grab a couple of things, and then we’ll go down to your rooms.”

Continue on to Chapter 5

By Naughty Mommy

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The door opened slowly and Fiona peeked inside.

Bridget smiled. Her niece was a cute but shy 12-year-old, a brunette with big blue eyes just like her mother, Sheila, Bridget’s older sister. Sweet, innocent Fiona was short for her age, less than five feet tall, and slender, but she showed the beginnings of a nice figure.

“Is it all right? Am I bothering you?” the girl asked as she slipped inside the door.

“No, it’s fine, honey. What is it? Is anything wrong?”

“Well, it’s just…” She looked down at the floor. “I can’t sleep, because, um, because something happened. Something weird.”

Bridget was confused. “You mean tonight? Did something happen with Debby?” Fiona had been babysitting Bridget’s 9-year-old daughter.

“No, um, not tonight. It was before. I mean, um, last night. Friday night.”

“Well, what is it, sweetie? Come here and sit down beside me and tell me about it.”

As Bridget patted the bed, it suddenly dawned on her that her breasts were fully visible through the sheer black nightie she was wearing. She tried in vain to pull the sheets up to cover herself, but since they wouldn’t reach, she gave up and just let herself be on display.
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Standing at the bedroom door, 15-year-old Erin watched her mother masturbate. She’d come home from the movies that night and found her that way, as she’d hoped she would. Erin’s skirt was on the floor, and she had a hand inside her panties. She was rubbing herself.
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Fiona climbed up on the bed and sat down next to her aunt. Bridget saw that the girl was wearing only panties and a little t-shirt. Her pert nipples poked through the shirt.

“What is it, honey? Tell me about it,” Bridget said as she gently stroked the girl’s soft brown hair, occasionally glancing down at those tempting breast buds.

“I… I hope you don’t mind. I don’t want to bother you.”

“Of course you’re not bothering me, sweetie. Now just tell me what happened.”

“Well, um, like I said, it was last night. I was supposed to be at my friend Olivia’s house. I mean, I was there, for dinner, but I was supposed to stay for a sleepover, except then Olivia got sick. She started throwing up, and so I walked home. They only live a block away, right?”

“Uh-huh.”
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Erin could sense that her mother was getting close. Sheila was breathing heavily, her naked body bucking on the bed as she pumped two fingers in and out of her dripping cunt. It excited Erin to see her mom that way, so hot and nasty. She rubbed her clit faster and felt her own climax quickly approaching.
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“And when I got home, I came in the back door because I knew it would be unlocked. I could tell my mom was home because the car was there, but I didn’t know if Erin was home.”

Fiona hesitated.

“Go on,” said Bridget.

“So, I, I started to go upstairs, and then I heard something. Like moaning or squealing. I thought it was my mom’s voice, but I wasn’t sure what it meant.”
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Erin watched as her mother brought herself to orgasm. The young redhead rubbed her own clit faster and faster, and soon she was coming too.
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“Uh-oh. Did you catch your mother masturbating?”

Fiona looked up at Bridget and grinned. She shook her head. “Uh-uh. Not this time. But I know she does it. I’ve seen her before.”

Her aunt shrugged and smiled. “That’s no big deal. Everyone does it. Even me.”

As she said that, Bridget noticed Fiona look down at her nipples, clearly visible through the flimsy nightgown. Maybe she’s not so innocent after all, thought Bridget.
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As Erin climaxed, she let out a cry. Her mother heard it.

Sheila slowly sat up on the bed, removing her fingers from her vagina and sucking them into her mouth, tasting herself. She smiled as she saw her teenage daughter standing in the doorway, one hand between her legs, the other clutching at her breasts. The girl’s eyes were closed, her body straining as she completed her orgasm.

“Hi, honey,” Sheila said. “I’m glad you’re home. I’ve been waiting for you.”
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“So, what was it, what happened?” prompted Bridget.

Fiona looked into her aunt’s eyes and licked her lips before she began.

“It was… when I got to my room, I waited for a minute. I wanted to figure out what it was that I was hearing. Like you said, I thought maybe my mom was, you know, masturbating again. She does that a lot. And then I thought I wanted to go look at her.” She blushed and lowered her eyes.

“Go on.”

“Well, so I went down the hall a little. Her door, my mom’s bedroom door, was wide open, and when I peeked into her room, I saw them. It wasn’t just my mom. It was Erin too.”

“Your sister?”

Fiona nodded, staring up expectantly.
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After several delicious seconds, Erin opened her eyes. “Oh my god,” she panted, grinning. “That was great.”

Her mother chuckled. “How long have you been watching me?”

“Only for a few minutes. I just got home.”

Sheila patted the bed. “Come here, baby. Take off your clothes.”
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“Were they — what do you mean?” Bridget asked. “Were they both masturbating?”

“Uh-uh.” Fiona shook her head slowly. “Erin was, um… she was… she was licking her.”

“What??!!”

“My sister was licking my mom. I saw her. And I think Erin had, you know, her finger inside my mom too, but I don’t know for sure, ‘cause I turned around right away and went back to my room and closed the door. I don’t think they heard me, though, since they kept doing it for a while. I could still hear them.”

It was hard for Bridget to believe what Fiona was telling her. Her own sister was having lesbian sex with her teenage daughter? Committing incest? Was that really possible? But the way the girl told the story, it certainly sounded true.
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Erin pulled her top over her head. Her skirt was already off. She reached behind her back and unhooked her bra. Then she pulled her panties down and stepped out of them. Naked, she fell into her mother’s arms.
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Fiona continued, “It lasted for almost an hour. I just sat in my room, listening, and trying to figure out what it meant. I changed into some jammies and brushed my teeth, and then finally I put on a robe and went downstairs and turned on the TV, pretty loud. I guess they heard me then, ‘cause my mom came downstairs a few minutes later. She was kind of red in the face and sweaty and stuff, but she acted like nothing was wrong. She asked me why I was home, and I told her Olivia was sick. She went in the kitchen and I heard her pouring herself some wine and then she kissed me goodnight and went back to her room. I didn’t see Erin, though, not until this morning.”

“What happened this morning?”

“Nothing. They both acted like nothing happened.”

“Did you ask them about it?”

“No! Are you kidding? I was freaked out. I wondered, though, if that was the first time, or if it had happened before. But I haven’t said anything to anyone, just you.”

Fiona was obviously upset, which was hardly a surprise, thought Bridget. She put her arm around her niece and squeezed her. “Honey, I’m glad you told me. You needed to talk to someone about it, not just keep it all inside.”

“Yeah.” The girl was quiet for a minute. Then she said, “I wonder how long they’ve been doing it.”
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Mother and daughter rolled together on the bed, giggling happily, hands groping. Soon they were kissing and caressing, then sighing with erotic pleasure.
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“Does it bother you?” asked Bridget. “Thinking about it?”

Fiona frowned. “I don’t know. I mean, it’s kind of weird, you know? But…”

“But what?”

She grinned a little, and fiddled with her hands. “I don’t know. Maybe…”

“Maybe what?”

Fiona sighed and leaned into her aunt. Bridget pulled her close, letting the child cuddle against her breasts.

The little brunette took a deep breath, and gradually let it out. Slowly, she began, “It’s just… um… can I tell you something and have it be a secret?” She looked up into Bridget’s eyes.

“If you want to, yes. You can tell me whatever you want and I promise it will be just between us.”

The girl looked down again and pulled herself in even closer.

“Well,” she admitted, in a quiet voice, “since then, since last night, I can’t stop thinking about it, and it seems weird or freaky to know what they did. But in a way it’s also sort of, I don’t know, exciting or something.”

“Exciting?”

Fiona smiled shyly.
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Sheila was on her back, her legs apart. Erin was next to her, half on top of her, and they were kissing deeply, their tongues exploring each other’s mouths. After a few minutes, the young redhead began kissing, licking, and playfully biting her mother’s neck, then gradually moved down to her breasts, where she took one of the woman’s erect nipples into her mouth and started sucking on it.

“Oh my god, that’s so nice,” breathed Sheila.
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“You mean, you like to think about your sister and your mother doing that?” asked Bridget. “It gets you excited?”

“Uh-huh,” nodded Fiona. “Is that wrong?”

“No, honey, it’s not wrong,” Bridget answered. “To be honest, it seems kind of exciting to me too.”

“It does? Really??”

“Yes, it does.”

“Wow… I guess we’re both freaks.”

“Maybe we are freaks,” chuckled Bridget, “but the important thing is for us not to deny our feelings or try to shut them out. We need to be honest about it. And that’s why it’s so good that we can talk to each other.”

Fiona put her arms around Bridget’s waist, hugging her. “You’re right.”
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Erin switched to the other nipple. She truly loved sucking on her mother’s tits, going back and forth between them. She was sure she could do it for hours and never get tired. She loved having a long, hard, rubbery nipple inside her mouth, sucking on it, biting it, teasing it. She’d never realized how much this would appeal to her until she had tried it.

Sheila stroked her daughter’s hair. “That’s my pretty girl. Suck Mommy’s titties, make me wet.”

And Erin knew it really did make her mother very wet when she had her nipples sucked. To confirm this, she slid a hand slowly down between Sheila’s legs. Lovingly she caressed her mother’s patch of dark pubic hair, then massaged her labia. Gently stroking, the teenager’s fingers soon slid between the swollen lips, where they found the abundant moisture they were seeking. As Erin slid a finger inside her mother’s warm, wet vagina, she heard the woman groan in pleasure.
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Bridget and Fiona quietly held each other for a few minutes. They were both thinking about what Fiona had described. For Bridget, it was certainly a shock to learn that Sheila might be involved in an incestuous relationship with her daughter, but she also found the idea intensely arousing.

As she rubbed Fiona’s warm back, Bridget visualized the scene: her sister lying on the bed, naked, her legs spread wide apart, her hands massaging her own breasts, squeezing her hard nipples. In her mind, she saw Erin, pretty, red-haired Erin, also naked, with her face between her mother’s legs, licking her. Then she pictured cute little Fiona discovering them that way. But this time, in Bridget’s imagination, the younger girl didn’t run away. She stayed and watched, becoming aroused. She began touching herself, and as her mother reached orgasm, so did Fiona.

That was a lovely fantasy. And the best part of all was that most of it, apparently, was not a fantasy — it was true!
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Erin was kissing Sheila’s mouth as she pumped her finger in and out of the woman’s wet vagina. Now she inserted a second finger. Erin could tell that her mother was getting close. She loved making her come.
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Fiona was glad that she’d decided to come in and tell her aunt what she’d seen the night before. She’d always been very close to Bridget. She trusted her and felt safe sharing important private things with her. She’d been a little worried that Bridget might get mad at her or scold her for… for what I don’t know, she thought to herself, but maybe because I said it made me excited to think about them that way. But then she said it made her excited too. That’s awesome!
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“Oh god yes!!! I — ahh!!!” Sheila climaxed as her 15-year-old daughter fucked her with her fingers.
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Bridget kissed the top of Fiona’s head. Her hair smelled sweet. She must have washed it earlier tonight, Bridget realized, with Debby’s bubble gum shampoo. She wondered if the two of them had taken a bath together, both little girls naked and soapy, rubbing their hands on each other. That was another nice fantasy, one she often masturbated about.

“Bridget?”

“Yes?”

“You said earlier that you, um… that you sometimes masturbate, right?”

“Sometimes, yes. Well, actually, no, not sometimes. A lot.”

Fiona giggled. “When — um, how old were you the first time?”

“Uh, let me see…” Bridget hesitated.

She couldn’t answer that truthfully, could she? No, not right now, although maybe someday she would. For the time being, she just said, “I, uh, I think I was in 8th grade. So I guess I was… 13 or 14.”

“Is it weird if a girl starts earlier than that?”

“You mean like you, for instance?” Bridget looked down at her niece.

“Yeah,” she answered. Fiona was 12 and had just finished 6th grade.

“No, it’s not weird. Some girls start a lot earlier,” she mused, thinking about her sister, Sheila, “and some of them start a little later. But almost everyone does it at some point.”

“Yeah, um… I’ve been, you know, masturbating since the first time I saw my mom doing it,” Fiona said. “That was, like, about three months ago, in March.”

“Okay.”

“I saw her, and, you know, I think maybe she wanted me to see her. That’s what I’ve been thinking about. That she wants me to watch her or something. ‘Cause my mom always leaves her door open when she does it, so anybody can see her if they walk by. And I wonder if maybe that’s how it started with her and Erin too.”

“Maybe.”
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After Sheila finished climaxing the first time, Erin slid down between her mother’s outstretched legs. She wanted to taste her. Using her fingers to part her labia, Erin peered inside the woman’s wet pink vagina. She inhaled the sexy scent for a moment, then extended her tongue and plunged it deep inside her mother’s cunt.

“Oh, fuck, yes,” urged Sheila, as she squeezed her own breasts. “Lick Mommy’s pussy, baby — make Mommy come in your mouth!”

Continue on to Chapter 3

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From… Sheila, Bridget, and the Girls

Sheila Donovan, 35, auburn hair, blue eyes  –  sister of Bridget

Erin Donovan, 15, redhead, green eyes
Fiona Donovan, 12, brunette, blue eyes

Bridget Stewart, 31, brunette, blue eyes  –  sister of Sheila

Debby Stewart, 9, brunette, blue eyes

From… Bambi at the Beach  (Angela and Bambi also are in The Lost Girl Game)

Angela Parker, 38, blonde, blue eyes

Bambi Parker, 10, blonde, blue eyes

Eve Anderson, 39, brunette, hazel eyes

Gwen Anderson, 16, brunette, brown eyes
Paige Anderson, 11, brunette, blue eyes

From… Showing Amanda

Tina Burke, 32, brunette, blue eyes

Amanda Burke, 10, blonde, blue eyes

From… Nanna Comes to Help

Carol O’Neill, 44, brunette, brown eyes  –  sister of Veronica

Stacie O’Neill, 25, brunette, brown eyes

Jordan O’Neill, 7, brunette, brown eyes

Veronica Peters, 41, brunette, brown eyes  –  sister of Carol, partner of Stephanie

Kelly Peters, 14, brunette, green eyes

Stephanie Franklin, 29, blonde, blue eyes  –  partner of Veronica

Hailey Franklin, 8, blonde, blue eyes
Holly Franklin, 8, blonde, blue eyes

By Naughty Mommy

Erin Donovan, 15, fidgeted in her seat at the movie theater. Next to the girl sat her friend from school, Mindy Hansen, also 15, and on the other side of Mindy was Charlotte, Mindy’s older sister, who was 17 and had a car.

Mindy was a cute blonde with big blue eyes. She wore her hair with bangs, used just enough makeup to highlight her pretty face, and always dressed in tight clothes to show off her trim figure. Erin, a slightly pudgy redhead with pale skin, freckles, and green eyes, had a secret crush on Mindy.

Charlotte, who had given in and agreed to take the younger girls to the movies that night, had no idea about Mindy’s sexual interest in her sister. She didn’t appreciate being stuck with them that way, but on the other hand she hadn’t had any other plans and besides, she really was enjoying the movie.

Erin wasn’t. The movie seemed dumb to her and she was eager for it to end. She was glad to be spending time with Mindy, but now she wished they’d thought of something else to do instead of just sitting in a dark theater together. In the dark was not a bad idea — there were plenty of things she would like to do in the dark with her friend — but Erin was afraid to even begin hinting at that. Although she was absolutely certain that she liked girls, not boys, she had never told anyone about it.

Well, actually, there was one person she’d told.
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Sheila Donovan hung her robe on the back of the bathroom door and stepped naked into the steaming water. After sitting down, she took a sip of chilled white wine from the glass she’d put on a shelf by the tub, then settled back, closed her eyes, and savored the sensation of being immersed in a warm, fragrant, sudsy bath.

It was a perfectly relaxing Saturday evening for a single mother. Her children were both out that night. Erin was at the movies with her friends, and Fiona was babysitting Debby at Bridget’s house, so Sheila could just enjoy herself for a while. After taking another sip of wine, she let her hands begin caressing her body.
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“Yay! You win again!” Fiona exclaimed.

Debby giggled happily, and immediately asked, “Can we play again?”

Fiona pointed to the clock. “Nope, too late. It’s bedtime. You go get your jammies on and brush your teeth while I put this stuff away, okay?”

“All right.” The 9-year-old girl jumped up and darted off to do as she was told.

Fiona smiled after her. It really was no trouble at all taking care of her cousin Debby. She was invariably cheerful and obedient, not to mention smart and funny, so they always had a good time together. At 12, Fiona was only three years older than Debby, but it was enough to qualify her as a babysitter and her Aunt Bridget always gave her at least $20 for doing it. Fiona loved that!

She finished packing the board game in the box and put it back in the cupboard. Then she went to check on Debby, who was standing in front of her vanity, looking into the mirror as she brushed her wavy shoulder-length golden brown hair. The girl had put her pajamas on and brushed her teeth and was all ready for bed.

“Want me to do that?” Fiona asked as she took the brush.

“Okay.”
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The woman’s hands were all over her. This date was a mistake, thought Bridget.

They were sitting in a very nice restaurant, at a dark table in the back, and Pamela couldn’t seem to stop touching Bridget. She kept caressing her hands, stroking her arms, and even reached under the table a few times to rub Bridget’s knee.

“Do you want any dessert?” asked Pamela.

“No, I don’t think so. I’m trying to watch my figure.”

“Mmm, I’ve been watching it too. Very nice,” cooed the woman in a predictably flirtatious remark, to which Bridget smiled politely but unenthusiastically.

Pamela had been asking her to go out for months, and Bridget finally had given in. She’d met the older woman (Pamela was 40, and Bridget 31) when Pamela was hired as a part-time secretary at the middle school where Bridget taught math. She’d liked her well enough at first, and there was an obvious attraction, at least from Pamela toward Bridget, but this first date was enough to convince Bridget that there wouldn’t be another. She would go out dancing with her for a little while after dinner, as they’d planned, but that would be all.

As Pamela signaled their server for the check, Bridget glanced at the blonde’s ostentatious cleavage (between obviously fake boobs). I might not have minded a quick fuck, she thought to herself, but not after this. Not only did she find her date’s pawing hands annoying, but the woman was really not her type physically. Pamela was tall and buxom, while Bridget was much more attracted to slim and petite girls, especially younger ones, teenagers even.
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Fiona tucked Debby into bed, then went to the door and turned out the light. The slim, petite brunette walked down the hall to the next bedroom, where she slept when staying over at her aunt’s house. She thought about getting ready for bed, but still felt restless. There was so much on her mind. She’d been hoping she might have a chance to talk with Bridget tonight, but who could tell when she’d be home? She’d warned Fiona that it might be very late and that she shouldn’t wait up for her.

Sighing, the girl decided to see what was on TV. Maybe if she could find an episode of the Simpsons, that might calm her down enough that she could get to sleep.
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She’d already given herself one delicious orgasm in the bathtub, using her soapy hands to fondle her breasts and caress her sex, and now as Sheila dried herself with the towel, letting the soft terry cloth tease her erect nipples, she was looking forward to several more orgasms in bed that night.

Not bothering to put anything on, she went naked to the kitchen and poured herself another glass of wine. Her daughter Erin wouldn’t be home for at least another hour, probably, and then after that, well, anything could happen.
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When the movie ended, the girls all agreed they were hungry and wanted a snack. They discussed going to the food court at the mall, or to the nearby Burger King, but finally decided on Denny’s. Charlotte wanted pancakes.
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It was a lesbian bar. Pamela had told Bridget about it, and it sounded like something worth trying, at least once. Now they were dancing. The platinum blonde was holding her tightly, trying to kiss her. The music was loud, the lights were dim, and all around her, women were groping each other.

Bridget had been “out” for only a few years, although she’d known inside herself that she was a lesbian since, well, maybe forever. But she’d always denied it and kept that part hidden. She dated boys occasionally in high school and college, and had even been dumb enough to get married when she was 21. The only good thing about that, of course, was that she gave birth to a lovely child, a daughter, her darling Debby. Several years of a disastrous marriage had convinced Bridget that she could no longer keep up the pretense. She was divorced when Debby was 4, and a year after that she began openly acknowledging her sexual orientation.

But she’d never been to a lesbian bar. It was exciting in a way, seeing so many women in one place, most of them wearing sexy outfits, even if a lot of the women were not the kind that Bridget found attractive. But she liked the atmosphere, the wave of sexual energy that struck you as soon as you walked through the door.

Pamela obviously liked that too. She was very turned on, almost humping Bridget on the dance floor while trying to shove her tongue down her throat. Bridget let some of it happen, but within a few minutes she excused herself and went to the bathroom. When she came out, another woman asked her to dance, and so she did, but that wasn’t any more satisfying than dancing with Pamela. They all seemed to be so hard-edged and aggressive.
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Fiona flipped through the channels. She was disappointed that her aunt did not subscribe to Playboy TV like her mom did. That at least might help to distract her from what was bothering her… but, no, it probably wouldn’t. If anything, watching people have sex might only make it worse.

Where were the Simpsons??
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Sheila finished her second glass of wine — or was it her third? — then slipped into bed. She began running her hands all over her body. She closed her eyes and thought about making love to another woman… or even better, to a girl, a young girl…

Never in her life had she done anything like that until a few months ago. But now, everything was different. Was she actually a lesbian, like her sister Bridget? She wasn’t sure about that. But she knew for certain how exciting it was to have a girl kiss her, touch her, suck on her nipples, and put her face down between her legs so that all Sheila could see was the girl’s tangle of red hair as she brought her to one tremendous orgasm after another.
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Sitting in Denny’s, Erin wondered if she would ever get the courage to say anything to Mindy or to do anything with her. To reach out and touch her. To kiss her.

Erin loved girls. She loved women. She loved their bodies, their faces, their skin, their hair. She loved to see a woman or a girl smile, to watch them as they walked, to hear them laugh.

Now, as Mindy was giggling next to her, Erin wanted nothing more than to put her arm around the pretty blonde, pull her close and kiss her. But she knew she wouldn’t.

She was afraid she would never say anything to her. Never tell anyone how she felt, what she wanted, what excited her, never do anything with anyone. Except that wasn’t true. She already had done something. She’d done a lot. And she loved it.
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“No, please, Pamela, I said no. That’s enough.”

They were sitting in Bridget’s car. Pamela had been kissing her, but the woman wanted more. She kept pawing her, and now she was trying to get her hand inside Bridget’s jeans.

“No! I mean it. Please stop.”

Pamela finally relented, sitting back with a sigh. Her face was flushed, her lipstick smeared, her bleached hair all over. She looked at Bridget for a moment, then asked, “Do you want to come back to my place?”

Shaking her head, Bridget said, “No, I’m sorry. I have to get home. I’ve got a daughter to worry about, and a babysitter.”

“But it’s still early. It’s not even 11:30.”

“No. I’m sorry.”

Pamela kissed her again, then whispered, “Okay, but if you want me, you know where to find me.”

Bridget nodded, giving her a tight smile.
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Maybe I should masturbate, thought Fiona. She’d been watching music videos, and one of them showed a series of beautiful girls kissing and touching each other. That excited her. But then, what if Debby woke up? Or what if Bridget came home and I didn’t hear her, and she found me?
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Driving out of the parking lot of the lesbian bar, Bridget gave Pamela a quick wave. Never again, she thought. At least not with her.
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Erin walked to the car with Mindy and Charlotte. They all had a midnight curfew, so it was time for them to drop Erin off and head home.
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Fiona flipped the channels, idly rubbing her fingers between her legs. She was still dressed, wearing jeans and a sweater. Even if I don’t actually masturbate, she thought, there’s nothing wrong with touching myself a little. That last video was really hot.
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Sheila climaxed again. She was lying on her stomach, two fingers buried deep inside her. It was her fourth orgasm of the night. She was fantasizing about lying on top of a young girl, a teenager, kissing her and pressing her body against the girl’s.
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Coming into her apartment, Bridget found that the babysitter was still awake. “Hi,” she said. “Everything go okay?”

Fiona switched off the TV and stood. “Yeah, it was fine. Debby’s asleep. I put her to bed at 9:30, like you said. How about you? Did you have a good time?”

“No, not really. My date was a bust.”

“Oh, I’m sorry.”

“Yeah well… anyway, I’m going to bed. Oh, wait, let me give you some money before I forget.” She handed Fiona a $20 bill.

“Thanks!”

Bridget kissed her niece on the forehead. “Like I said, I’m going to bed. You should too, okay?”

“Yeah, okay.”

They walked down the hall together, Bridget pausing to open the door of Debby’s bedroom, and to step inside and give her daughter a tender kiss as she slept. Then they whispered goodnight, and each went to their rooms.
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“G’night. Thanks for the ride.”

“You’re welcome,” called Charlotte.

“Bye, Erin,” added Mindy, with a pretty smile. Then they backed out of the driveway and drove off.

Erin went to the front door, unlocked it, and stepped inside. The house was dark and quiet. She knew her little sister Fiona was at their Aunt Bridget’s, babysitting, and would stay overnight there. She was sure her mother was home, but perhaps she was already asleep. Erin doubted that, though. She had a very good idea of what her mom was probably doing. Erin slipped off her sandals and was barefoot.
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Closing her bedroom door, Bridget let out a big sigh, which turned into a half-sob. She was terribly disappointed in how the evening had turned out. It was not that she’d been anticipating a wonderful romance with Pamela, but that the woman been so utterly undesirable to Bridget. Almost exactly the opposite of what she wanted. Why in the world, she asked herself, did I ever decide to go out with her?

Oh, well, what’s done is done. I might as well just forget it. I think tonight I’ll wash my face, put on my sexy black nightie and some nice perfume, then get in bed with that book I like so much and masturbate my cares away.
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Erin went silently up the stairs. Now she could hear something, a faint moaning, coming from her mother’s bedroom. Yes, she thought, that’s exactly what I expected she’d be doing.
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Fiona stripped out of her clothes, leaving just her panties on, then opened the drawer and took out an old t-shirt. She and her sister left several there at Bridget’s house to sleep in when they spent the night after babysitting.
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Bridget climbed into bed. She was wearing a transparent black nightgown and a black thong. It was an outfit she reserved for nights when she was planning to masturbate because it made her feel extra sexy. She opened a drawer on the nightstand by the bed, took out her book, and settled down to read.
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Fiona turned out the lamp by the bed, pulled up the covers, and turned on her side. She yawned and closed her eyes. Maybe she could fall asleep now, although she still wanted to talk to her Aunt Bridget. That seemed very important. But she didn’t want to bother her. And Bridget had seemed kind of upset after her date, so Fiona decided she would just wait.
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As she crept closer to the bedroom door, Erin was now certain of what she would find. Her mother undoubtedly was masturbating, as she frequently did.

She was right. Erin saw her mother lying on the bed, her long legs drawn up and spread wide apart. Sheila was naked, with her crotch facing directly toward the open door. She was using both hands to massage her sex.
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The book was a collection of lesbian erotica. It was one of Bridget’s favorites. Several of the short stories featured older women seducing very young girls — pure, sweet, innocent girls — and those were the stories that Bridget read over and over again. She began touching herself.
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Erin licked her lips as she stared at her mother. She loved to watch her play with herself. It always made her hot. When she saw her mom pushing two fingers into her wet vagina, Erin felt a familiar stirring in her center. She quietly unbuttoned her skirt and let it fall to the floor, then slipped a hand inside her panties.
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Fiona turned over again. Maybe I should get up and try to talk to Bridget tonight, she thought. I really need to talk to someone about it. Okay, I will.
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Bridget gently moved her fingers in a circle around the skin that covered her clitoris. She was coming to the part in the story where the woman, a teacher, begins kissing her grade school student, a sweet 10-year-old girl, and then — and then she heard a knock on her bedroom door.

“Aunt Bridget? Can I come in?”

“Sure, Fiona, what is it?” Bridget quickly pulled her hand out from under the covers, while at the same time dropping the book to the carpeted floor so the girl wouldn’t see what it was.

The door opened slowly and Fiona peeked inside.

Continue on to Chapter 2