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Introducing… the Juicy Readers Forum

  • Posted on June 30, 2015 at 11:32 am

By Naughty Mommy

We know that many of you were disappointed when the Story Friends Board ceased operation a few weeks ago. It was a sad day for us as well. Since then, we have been giving some thought to what we at Juicy Secrets might be able to offer as an alternative.

Unfortunately none of us has enough computer smarts to manage a full-service forum or bulletin board, nor do we really have the time to do so. However, we do have another idea. It’s kind of a simplified mini-version of a bulletin board — we’re calling it the Juicy Readers Forum.

This will be a moderated forum, meaning we must approve new topics before they are posted publicly for discussion, and we also will monitor comments that are made to existing topics. I promise, however, that we’ll do our best to stay hands-off in moderating those comments. We want you to have free and open conversations about whatever subjects interest you, as long as, first, they are relevant to the themes and topics covered on this site, and second, you stay cognizant of our general Terms of Use. Other than that, enjoy yourselves!

If you’d like to offer a new topic for discussion at the forum, please write up your idea in a few sentences or a few paragraphs, and then send it to juicysecrets@email.com — we will review your suggestion as quickly as possible, and then, assuming it is approved, post it to the Readers page on our site, making it immediately available for discussion by anyone interested.

While we know that this small effort won’t come close to replacing everything that was available at the Story Friends Board, we hope it might fill at least some of the void. And as always, feedback is welcome!

Lesbian Incest

  • Posted on June 30, 2015 at 11:30 am

Naughty Mommy asks…

Should lesbian incest be openly accepted?

We all know the obvious reasons for keeping heterosexual incest taboo and illegal — it can far too easily result in unwanted pregnancy, and if a pregnancy is brought to term, in congenital birth defects. Just as obviously, however, those reasons do not apply to lesbian incest. Sex between sisters, or between a mother and daughter, cannot possibly result in pregnancy. So what’s wrong with it? Why should it be taboo?

Attraction to Young Girls

  • Posted on June 29, 2015 at 8:24 am

Cheryl Taggert asks…

When did you first realize you are attracted to young girls, and what was your reaction?

Welcome to our new forum for readers. I will start things off by asking this question: When did you first realize that you were attracted to young girls? I will discuss my own experience. Please keep in mind that we are not to discuss anything that actually happened that could get anyone into legal trouble. With that in mind, I will tell you about the first time I realized I was attracted to a little girl. I will not admit to doing anything with the first young girl I was attracted to, however.

Her name was Carla. I was babysitting, so to speak. Her mom hired me to watch her one summer as a companion. She was eleven and already getting into mischief when left to her own devices, and I was fifteen. She was gorgeous: long dark hair with chocolate brown eyes to match, and a smile that melted my heart once she got around to smiling at me. I sort of modeled Lynn, the eleven-year-old in chapters three through seven of my “Nanny for a Night” series, on Carla, especially the part at first where she was very unhappy about having a “sitter” to watch her. Carla was similarly unhappy to need a sitter, so her mom made sure to refer to me as a companion for the summer.

I remember the times I managed to see her naked, and was surprised at how it made me feel. I had been seduced, willingly, by a college student when I was nearly thirteen. I’d had a crush on her and my masturbation fantasies of the time often centered on her. However, I was surprised that I found myself fantasizing about Carla, and how the sight of her bald pussy really got me going. I was bothered by these feelings while at the same time I was going home to masturbate thinking of her and her young girl’s body. The thoughts that went through my mind were the ones many of you may have had as well: Weren’t girls supposed to be immune to these feelings? I thought this only happened with men!

I struggled with these feelings for several years before deciding I am who I am, and as long as I don’t actually have sex with a young girl, I will be fine. So now it is only part of my fantasies.

So how about some of you? And again, please don’t admit to anything that could cause legal problems for you should someone decide to look into your admissions. Is it possible I have left out some details involving me and Carla when I was fifteen and she, eleven? Yes, but I’m not admitting to anything. I’ve simply discussed what I thought and how it affected me. The rest, if there is anything else, shall remain a mystery while feeding your imaginations.

Waltz of Desires, Chapter 2

  • Posted on June 29, 2015 at 7:40 am

The Real Meaning of “Eating Out”

By Cheryl Taggert

If you’ve not read Chapter 1, you should read it first. Also, I must admit that this is one of my all-time favorite chapters. I’ve not done much to it.

After dinner and more sex, Jenny went home because she had to take Mollie and Emily home of course, but after dinner we had made love together while the three girls watched, since we had watched them earlier. They had ended up masturbating and eventually playing with each other again. I guess the sight of two grown women making love got their juices flowing once more. And the fact that Dani was my daughter and Mollie and Emily were Jenny’s students added a surreal quality to the evening.

After Jenny had left with her two, Dani began to prepare for bed, taking a shower, brushing her teeth and such. I thought about joining her but decided to let her have some time alone. I know it isn’t everyday an eleven-year-old girl starts a sexual relationship with her mother, so I allowed her some time to sort it out.

When she had finished, she came out to the living room where I sat watching TV. The only difference from a normal night was that we were both naked. She sat beside me and leaned into my side for a snuggle, her hair still damp from the shower, the aroma of coconuts wafting from her freshly shampooed hair. She reached up and began to play with my nipple absently. The touch wasn’t sexual; it was more like just something to do.

“Sweetie, are you okay with what happened tonight?” I asked. She nodded. ”You sure?” Again the nod. “Do you want to talk about it? If you don’t want to do it again, I’ll understand.”

With that, she raised herself and looked at me, a slight fear in her eyes. “Of course, I want to do it again! I’ve thought about this for a long time. It’s like a dream come true.”

Relief washed over me like a cascade of warm water. “Then what is it? I can tell something is on your mind.”

“Nothing, really.”

“What did you mean you’ve thought about this for a long time?” I asked.

“One time I walked into your bedroom without knocking and saw you masturbating. Your eyes were closed and you were really close, so you didn’t see me. I just stood there and watched. When you began to come, I sneaked back out and went back to my room, pulled down my shorts and panties, and started rubbing myself. I’d known it felt good before, but now I could see there was more to it than that.”

“How long ago was this?”

“About three years ago. I remember because it was the summer before I entered fourth grade, and in August I’ll be entering seventh grade. That makes three years,” she said, holding up three fingers that only a short time ago had been inside me. “Anyway, I started rubbing and stuff and it felt different than it had before. I guess because images of you doing it were running through my mind. It took maybe thirty minutes and it was getting sore, but finally I came for the first time. Since then, I’ve tried to get peeks at you naked and all whenever I could and masturbate later while I would imagine us doing stuff.”

I thought about that. It was true. I had even noticed how she would always choose when I was in the tub to enter the bathroom to get something or pee. She had actually almost caught me masturbating once in the tub. I realized now that I had still not locked the door after that. I guess I wanted her to catch me. I also remembered enjoying the sight of her little puss as she squatted onto the toilet to pee.

“So what did you think about?”

“You know. Us rubbing each other and kissing. Finally, I got online and looked for some lesbian porn and that helped my fantasies a lot since I had found all the possibilities.” I knew what she was talking about. She hadn’t realized before that girls could have oral sex.

“So you’re okay with all this? Is there anything else you want me to know?”

She went back to snuggling my side. “I just love you, that’s all.”

“I love you, too, Sweetie.” Suddenly I was picturing when she was a toddler. She would snuggle against my side like this and fall asleep. The only difference now was that she was gently playing with my left nipple. ”I think it’s time for you to go to bed.”

“But it’s Friday. Can’t I stay up a little longer?” she protested, her gorgeous brow furrowing into a pout.

“No. I think either you go to bed now, or I end up having to carry you, and you’re too heavy for that, or I’m too weak.” I patted her left butt cheek as a signal for her to get up and head to bed. She looked at me drowsily and pouted. “Good niiiight,” I said, coaxing her to rise.

“Good night,” she said, and leaned in for a kiss. It was the first time in her or my life that we used tongues when kissing goodnight. Had I not already come about eight times, I would have thought about doing more.

As she started down the hall, a thought occurred to me. “Which bed are you sleeping in?”

She turned and looked at me. I had stopped allowing her to sleep with me when she was about six. I now realized it was because I didn’t trust myself. “You mean I can sleep with you?” Tears welled up into her eyes. I hadn’t thought it would affect her that way.

“Of course, Honey. We’re lovers now, aren’t we?”

She rushed over to me and leapt into my arms, straddling my leg as she did so. I couldn’t help but feel the softness of her little pussy pressing against my thigh.

“Yes, I guess we are. I love you, Mommie.”

“I love you, too. Now off to bed.”

As she scampered down the hall, I watched her shapely little butt, hoping this would all turn out well for her and me.

The next morning, being a Saturday, meant that Dani usually slept in. When I awoke the next morning, I looked at the naked sleeping form of my daughter. She had pushed the covers off in the night, and I decided that it would be a good time to do some casual exploring.

I scooted down and got another close look at her pussy without the desire to immediately begin licking her getting in the way of my inspection.

The mound made a soft rise from her belly, and the lips formed a small slit through which her tiny clit peeked out. I imagined her rubbing herself while thinking of me between her legs, licking and kissing her sweet pussy. The thought was giving me ideas when the phone rang. Because it was so much like an alarm clock and Dani had slept all night, the sound woke her. It was true she was a hard sleeper, but it was equally true that once she’d slept enough, she would easily wake up. I was caught. She looked down at me and smiled. Then reaching over to my bedside phone, she answered it.

“Hello?… Hi, Jenny!” She couldn’t hide the excitement in her voice. ”Yes, she’s here. In fact, I woke up to find her looking at my pussy up close….Okay. Here she is.”

“You didn’t have to tell her that,” I hissed, but with a small smile to let her know I wasn’t really angry. Dani just grinned back at me. I lay back on the bed with the phone while Dani scooted down to do some inspecting on her own. To help, I spread my legs wide, which of course opened the view considerably to her eager gaze.

“Hi, Jenny,” I said. “What’s up?”

“I was wondering if everything is fine with you two and to see if you wanted to join Mollie and me for lunch. Emily can’t make it, but Mollie is eager to get together with you two again.”

“That would be great,” I said, and Dani looked at me, understanding from my conversation that some fun was being planned. I glanced at the clock. It was already 10:35. At that moment, Dani decided her tongue needed to explore my pussy more than her eyes did. “Oooh. Oh, my,” I said into the phone. Jenny giggled.

What’s she doing?” she asked, probably already knowing the answer.

“Her tongue,” was all I had to say.

“Mmmm. Well, don’t wear yourselves out. Mollie and I want some of that too, you know.”

“Sure, and we want you two as well. When and where do you want to meet?” I managed to ask. Small, erotic twitches were already building in my body.

We made plans to meet at a little bistro downtown at 11:45 and hung up. Immediately, Dani, who had been rubbing herself, swung her leg over me and presented her pussy to my sight. It was much wetter than it had been when I had looked at it before.

I decided, why not, and dove in. Her youthful juices were like sweet nectar from the loveliest of flowers. I could feel Dani moving from my clit to my vaginal opening to my anus, working her tongue in and out or all around, driving me crazy with desire. I did the same, attacking her hairless pussy and tiny butthole, slobbering all over her and generally driving her wild.

Finally, I could stand it no more. Her lips were wrapped around my clit and sucking gently and I came. It wasn’t the most intense orgasm of my life, but it was a satisfying one. As soon as I finished mine, Dani began her own spasms, bucking her slim hips against my face and grinding out her orgasm.

Spent, we lay back and caught our breath. I glanced at the clock again. It was almost 11:00. I reached out and smacked her gorgeous little ass. ”C’mon. We have to meet Jenny and Mollie for lunch in forty-five minutes.”

We showered together and arrived just as Jenny and Mollie did. They were both wearing bright summer dresses that came to mid-thigh. Mollie’s was a light powder blue that lightly hugged her tiny form seductively, and Jenny’s was a red floral print that was considerably looser than Mollie’s.

The restaurant was not busy at all for a Saturday. In fact it was nearly deserted. As we sat in a booth that was secluded from the view of other diners, Mollie and Dani put their heads together and had a bit of a giggle-fest. Mollie’s eyes darted toward me and I knew Dani was whispering in her ear about our morning.

I leaned over to Jenny. “Have you come yet today?”

“No, but I want to as soon as we can get somewhere after lunch.” Jenny was beside the wall of the booth, and the table was fairly wide. It gave me an idea.

“Why wait until then?” I asked and started to ease her dress higher with my right hand, all the while looking innocently at the girls. My hand got to her panties about the same time the waitress arrived.

She was a cute young girl, probably a student at the local college. She had short black hair and beautiful green eyes, a rare combination, and a genuine smile that attracted me immediately. Her breasts were a perfect size for her shape, probably a C cup. And she was a slender 5′ 5″ or so. Yes, I was attracted.

She greeted us by giving her name, Savannah, and listing the various specials on the menu and finished with, “So what can I get you to drink?”

If only she knew, I thought. “I’ll have a virgin… daiquiri,” I said, pausing as if I was making up my mind, but sending quite another message to Jenny and the girls. Dani and Mollie went into their huddle and giggled while Jenny just tried to keep her composure as my hand found the leg-hole of her panties.

“The same,” she managed when the waitress looked at her.

“And what about you two lovely ladies,” she said to the girls, who dissolved into more giggles. “The same,” they said in unison and squeeled with delight. And Mollie added with delight, “A virgin… daiquiri” with the same pause I had used.

I could see that the waitress was aware that something was going on that she was not a part of, even while understanding the basic joke. She gave us all a slight, quizzical smile and said, ”I’ll have those to you in a jiffy,” and walked off to place our drink orders.

The girls burst into more laughter, which stopped suddenly when they saw Jenny’s face. It was obvious that something was happening to her. Her face had the unmistakable look of a woman who was nearing an orgasm. Mollie and Dani looked at each other with a “what’s going on?” question posed on each face. Mollie leaned down to look under the table and instantly rose back up before leaning in to whisper to Dani, whose mouth dropped open before she, too, bent down to investigate.

Then Mollie looked around to see if anyone could see or was watching. When she was satisfied we were being ignored, she lifted her butt and lowered her panties while raising her dress to a level just below her pussy. Dani, who was wearing shorts, did her own glancing around and shifted her weight so she could undo the shorts and make her own pussy available. Soon each girl had a hand below the table and was casually rubbing the pussy of the other girl. All of this, of course, would only be visible if someone came by and bent awkwardly to look into our laps or for some reason crawled under the table. I was the only one not being fingered, but I decided I could wait. However, I was concerned that the girls, who were less practiced at hiding their orgasms, might draw unwanted attention when they came, so I leaned over and whispered to them, “Do NOT come!”

They looked disappointed, but agreed to hold off, although Dani, who understood why I had said that, protested. “We won’t make any noise.”

I just shook my head, since the waitress was arriving with our drinks and silverware. She leaned over the table, placed our drinks in front of us, and stood back straight. Then picking up the napkin-wrapped silverware from her tray, she began to place it on the table but dropped one set.

“Oh, I’ll get it,” she said and before anyone could say or do anything, she had stooped down to get the silverware she’d dropped. Apparently, there was a reason to crawl under the table, an idea I had dismissed as silly to think would happen. Of course, none of us could remove our hands from the pussy we were feeling in time to avoid being caught, not to mention that Dani’s shorts were nearly to her knees with her panties pulled below her hips, and Mollie’s dress was hiked up to her hips with her own panties at her knees.

The fact that Savannah took about three seconds too long before rising to replace the silverware let us know that we were, indeed, caught.

A sudden flash of images, Savannah screaming and running away, the manager calling the police, Jenny and I getting arrested while the girls were taken into custody as well, flitted through my mind as I neared panic.

However, Savannah’s smile put us at ease. It was a smile of knowing, of understanding, and, well, of sudden lust, as if we had just provided her with some masturbation fantasies that might commence in the ladies’ room during her next break.

She leaned over the table and said, “Don’t worry. I won’t tell. I may be dropping more silverware as I pass your table, though,” she said and gave us a wicked, conspiratorial wink. She looked at Jenny and me and then the girls. “So please… continue.” Her eyes, and that pause, said it all. This girl was horny and found what we were doing to be extremely exciting.

The girls looked at me and I nodded. They began exploring each other again and Savannah leaned over the edge for a quick look at the busy hands of the two young girls before smiling and taking our food order. Then she went about her work.

I continued what I was doing, but I watched Savannah. She went about her job but looked at us every ten seconds or so. At one point she went to the ladies room but was not in there long enough to really do anything but wash her hands. When she came out, she spoke to what looked to be the manager. He glanced our way as I held my breath. She’d said she wouldn’t tell. What was she saying to him? I thought. Savannah started toward us again and plopped down beside Mollie, facing me, but glancing down occasionally at Mollie’s lap, where Dani’s fingers were quite busy.

“I told my boss you were friends of mine and he said I could sit with you for five minutes since it’s so slow. I hope you don’t mind.” She was already beginning to squirm in her seat.

She could have us arrested right then and there, so how could we protest even if we did mind, which of course we didn’t?

I knew the answer to my next question, but I asked it anyway. “Why do you want to sit with us? You could watch from anywhere.”

“Yes, well,” she stammered, “I just wanted to join you.”

With that, she reached up and took Mollie’s unoccupied hand and led it gently to her lap. Mollie’s eyes widened. “She’s not wearing panties,” she said in an excited whisper. Then I knew what she’d done in the bathroom.

I took my fork and casually dropped it on the floor. Leaning down to retrieve it, I looked toward Savannah. Knowing what I was doing, she spread her legs wide enough for me to get a good look. Mollie’s hand was already busy rubbing her pussy, which wasn’t shaved, but had been neatly trimmed. Mollie’s fingers were already literally covered with Savannah’s juices. She had apparently been quite wet before sitting down, but I certainly didn’t blame her. I myself was on fire to the point of worrying about staining my clothes. This made me think of something.

“Savannah, you might want to lift your skirt above your pussy. It might leak onto it and make a big wet stain.”

“Oh, thanks,” she said and scooted her skirt to where her bare ass was now on the seat. “Hurry, Hon,” she said to Mollie. “I have to get back to work in a few minutes.”

At this point, Savannah’s hand disappeared as well, and from Mollie’s reaction, I could tell that Savannah had placed her own fingers in Mollie’s slit, joining Dani’s fingers there. Dani, who must have decided it was getting crowded in Mollie’s pussy, sat back against the wall of the booth and began masturbating openly while watching Mollie and Savannah.

In the meantime, I had stopped fingering Jenny to watch what was happening across the booth. I glanced at Jenny now and she, too, was watching, but her hands weren’t idle. She was emulating Dani. I decided to continue to wait since someone had to keep an eye out for the manager to come tell Savannah to get back to work or something, but I did occasionally reach down for a little rub.

The next thing I knew, Dani had slithered out of her seat and had disappeared under the table. I had an idea of what she was doing, but I had to see, so I once again casually dropped my already dirty fork. Bending down, I was greeted by the site of my eleven-year-old daughter with her tongue in Mollie’s hairless pussy, lapping both the pussy and Savannah’s fingers. Then she moved to Savannah’s pussy, where she licked Mollie’s fingers and Savannah’s pussy. Sitting back up, I was just in time to see Savannah’s face contort into a wonderful presentation of a beautiful young woman having a powerful, but silent orgasm. I found I admired her ability to make no sound.

Dani remained under the table and I remembered the fork I had dropped but failed to retrieve. Leaning over I saw her with her face in Mollie’s pussy. Savannah’s fingers were still there but making no motions at all. I sat up and Savannah thanked us all before gathering herself together and going to the ladies’ room to freshen up and replace her panties, I assumed. The next thing I knew, Jenny was taking my hand and plunging it into her very wet pussy. I stroked a few times and she began imitating Savannah’s silent orgasm. At that moment, I heard some rather heavy, quick breathing from across the booth. Mollie, in spite of my warning, was coming. She wasn’t being noisy about it, but she wasn’t as silent as Savannah or Jenny had been. Then I heard Dani’s orgasm from beneath the table. She was a bit louder than Mollie, but still not loud enough to be heard from any farther than five feet away, given the various noises of the restaurant. Also we were fortunate that the nearest occupied table was nearly twenty feet from us.

Not worrying about the fork ruse, I glanced beneath the table to see that Dani had placed her pussy against Mollie’s bare foot and was humping it frantically. When she had finished, she pulled herself from beneath the table just as Savannah was arriving with our food. As she placed the plates around the table, mixing up who got what in her state of satisfied sexual desire, she looked at the girls.

“Was it good?” she asked with a smile.

“Yes,” said Mollie, but Dani just nodded.

“You just now had one, didn’t you?” asked Savannah.

Dani nodded again and smiled.

Savannah looked around at us. “You haven’t, though, have you?” she asked me.

I shook my head and said, “But I’ll get mine later. They owe me.”

Savannah smiled. “So do I. Will there be anything else?”

“Yes,” said Jenny. “Your phone number.”

Savannah grinned and slipped us a piece of register tape on which she’d already written her name and number. “I was hoping you’d ask.”

And with that, we enjoyed our meal.

Continue on to Chapter 3

Serendipity, Chapter 3

  • Posted on June 28, 2015 at 1:17 pm

By Naughty Mommy

To keep everyone straight, use this link for Characters & Relationships, or check our Guide for Serious Readers.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“Me too,” agreed Stacie.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“Aunt Sheila, what did you bring?”

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

“Okay.”

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Continue on to Chapter 4

Serendipity, Chapter 2

  • Posted on June 26, 2015 at 12:00 pm

By Naughty Mommy

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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“Mommy?”

“Yes, honey?”

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

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

“No, I won’t.”

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“Yeah, um, okay.”

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

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

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

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

“No. What’s that?”

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

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

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

“Um, what?”

“Like this.”

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“Do you like that?” Jordan whispered.

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

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

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“Nanna taught me,” said Jordan.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“Yes, god, fuck me!” Carol groaned.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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“I love you, Mom,” Stacie whispered.

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

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

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

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

*      *      *

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

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

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

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

Continue on to Chapter 3

Nanny for a Night, Chapter 8

  • Posted on June 25, 2015 at 11:26 am

The Hired Help

By Cheryl Taggert

Several weeks passed and I hadn’t gotten much more than the usual nanny jobs, a few hours here or there, sometimes with boys only, so there wasn’t much fun for me. Still, I was getting plenty of calls and sometimes had to turn down a call because of overlap, and my license only allowed for no more than three children at a time as long as none were below the age of three. If there was one below that age, I could have no more than two. I didn’t like it and felt it unfair to limit my business so much, but it was what it was.

Still, it kept me very busy, but I didn’t like turning down jobs, so I decided to hire a part-time assistant. With an assistant, I would have someone to handle the overlap or to watch the toddlers while I took care of the older ones, meaning the fun could continue if the girls I had were okay with that. That’s how I met Lisa.

I placed an ad in the paper for a teenager to help with a unique nanny service. Several applied, what with it being summer vacation and high school students far out-numbering the jobs available. I had interviewed two others and just wasn’t happy about them. They lacked enthusiasm for work, which usually means a desire to call in sick when they have other plans. Not only that, but, well, they weren’t very attractive. Yes, I know — that’s discrimination. Still, I wanted to work with someone I at least enjoyed looking at.

Lisa seemed to be just what I was looking for. She was pretty, with brunette hair that nearly reached a delicious looking butt, gorgeous brown eyes, a perpetual smile that spoke of friendliness and understanding, and a strong desire to work with children, which was the enthusiasm I spoke of. Her smile touched her eyes, to me a sign of personal beauty beyond the physical, and I nearly fell in love with her at first sight. Her pert B-cup boobs looked at least from the outside to be shaped a lot like my own, and I found myself wanting to find out how similar we looked topless, but I knew that probably wouldn’t happen. She was a sweet teenager, eager for a job and very attractive.

I did take the time to call her references, one of whom had to be one of her teachers from her school, and after speaking to them, I called her and offered her the job.

I explained it wouldn’t pay much. She would get 60% of the fee earned for any nanny jobs I arranged for her. I kept the remaining percentage as the owner of the business and the one who set up the jobs. I told her some jobs were overnight ones and if I already had one of those planned, she and the children she was caring for would have to stay at my place overnight if we both had an overnighter to deal with. I realized this might be the one thing in my plan that could curtail my fun, but it had to be done. She was fine with these arrangements and couldn’t wait to get a call. I also explained she might go days without a job, which she was also fine with, claiming it would give her time to work on some projects she had going on the side. A go-getter.  I liked that, too.

As it turned out, she had to wait only a couple of days before I needed her.  I was already scheduled from five o’clock until nine to take care of a brother and sister whose parents made arrangements with the hotel before ever arriving for their vacation, and I got a call from another hotel that a couple wanted someone to watch their ten-year-old daughter from 6 P.M. until midnight.

I called Lisa and arranged to pick her up and take her to meet the parents of the girl beforehand, and we arrived at the hotel around three to meet them and the girl.

After seeing the young girl Lisa would be watching, I wished I could find a plausible reason to exchange jobs. She was heavenly. Her name was Kay, short for Karen. Her blond hair hung to the middle of her back in natural waves, and her slender ten-year-old’s figure was just my type. She was tall for her age, and she was wearing a cute one-piece bathing suit that clung so tightly to her slender body that I could clearly make out the camel-toe of her bald little pussy beneath the wet material.  She looked positively delicious.

After our meeting with Kay and her parents, I took Lisa back to her place.  Her parents and younger sister were out of town that week for a soccer tournament her sister was in, so she had the place to herself. Their driveway ran to the back of the house where a two-car carport held only Lisa’s car. Directly in front of us as we turned to the left behind the house to park under the carport’s roof was an area of the back yard that was fenced with a tall privacy fence, and I could hear the pump station of a swimming pool on the other side of it filtering the water there. The privacy fence was attached to the house, indicating there was probably access from inside the house because I saw none from outside.

I had to pee, and Lisa was more than happy to let me use their bathroom, so I followed her inside the modest but tastefully decorated home.

The cold blast of the air conditioning met us as we entered the back door that opened into the kitchen. There was a breakfast bar just a few feet inside the room. Cabinets covered the upper and lower areas of the walls beyond that. They were colored a pastel sea-green and silhouettes of tropical fish were painted on them, along with sea plants painted on the lower cabinets along the floor. Had there been too many fish and plants painted on the cabinets, it would have seemed overdone, but this was perfect–decorative and colorful without being cluttered.

“This is beautiful,” I said as we entered, taken by the way the colors and scene created an atmosphere of welcome.

“Thanks.  I did it.”

“Really?  Maybe I could hire you to come work on my place!” I was only half-joking. “Which way’s the bathroom?” I asked, the need to empty my bladder becoming urgent.

“Just through here,” she said and walked through a doorway on the opposite side of the kitchen into a small room that served as a den of sorts, with TV and stereo equipment on one wall, then through another door to our left that led to a short hallway. An open doorway to the left opened on a formal living room, and as we turned right to walk down the hall, the bathroom was the first room on our left.

I scrambled in and dropped my panties just in time to sit on the toilet and pee. This room, too, had a seaside motif.  Detailed paintings of fish, not just silhouettes, decorated the opposite wall where a double sink and cabinets stood across from the tub and toilet, and a mermaid dominated the painting there. As I looked at it I found myself thinking she looked familiar. She was topless and her boobs were capped by pink nipples that looked very real.  Upon finishing my business, I stood up and studied the beautiful mermaid more closely. I realized suddenly that it seemed familiar because it was Lisa, but with blond hair. I wondered if the boobs were an authentic replication as well. In all honesty, they could have been my own, and again I wondered if we looked alike or nearly so in that regard.

After washing my hands, I exited the artistically decorated bathroom and returned the way we had come in, but Lisa was not in the kitchen.

“Lisa?” I called. No reply.

I went back the way I’d come and looked into the quaint, formal living room. No Lisa. I then went down the short hallway with a door at one end and another on the right next to where the hallway ended. Opening the door at the end, I found what was obviously her parents’ bedroom. I closed that door and opened the door to the only other room she could be in, figuring this must be her and her sister’s bedroom.

I opened it and was greeted with the sight of Lisa in a towel, which may have concealed her naked body but was stimulating to see nonetheless. She looked at me and smiled brightly.

“Hi, Cheryl. Sorry, but I wanted to get in some sunbathing before work.”

“Oh, that’s fine. I’ll just see myself out. Thanks for the use of the bathroom. Those paintings are wonderful, by the way. Is the mermaid modeled on you?”

“Yes. I hope you weren’t offended by the view of my tits,” she said, chuckling.

“Not at all.” I decided to keep the conversation going in this direction and reveal a little about my own body in the meantime. “In fact, we could be twins in that department, if the painting is accurate.”

She looked at me, grinning. “Really?”

“Really,” I said.

“Would you like to sunbathe with me? Since we look the same up there, it’s not like we’d see anything we’ve never seen before.” She was still smiling, but behind it I could see a hint of mischief.

I paused, considering her invitation. She must have taken it for reluctance.

“Sorry. That must have sounded awful, like I was coming on to you or something.”

“No, not at all. I was just running my calendar through my head to make sure I had time for it. That’s all.”

“Oh. Well, then. Do you? Have time I mean? I’d really like to get to know you more, and what better way than to sunbathe in the nude with you?” This time she laughed out loud. Her laughter was a symphony of beauty.

“Sure. Okay,” I said, and started to remove my shirt.

“Let me get you a towel to lie on,” she said and grabbed one from a shelf in her closet. Handing it to me, she sat on one of the twin beds and began talking about school. I noticed she was pretending to check out her nails, but her look would fall on me frequently as I disrobed in front of her. I couldn’t tell if this was curiosity, desire, or both.

When my bra came off, she noticed, of course. “Wow! They are alike!” With that, she pulled her towel off and exposed her own boobs, along with everything else. Our titties were nearly identical. She shaved her pubes as well, and I commented on that.

“You shave too, eh?”

She laughed softly. “Yeah. I’m not into body hair, and mine down there can get pretty thick. I figure I have to do a bikini wax anyway if I want to go to the beach, so I might as well do it how I like it.”

“Same here.”

She sat on the bed again and looked down at her hairless mound. “You ever look at it and think it looks just like it did when you were ten, what with the hair all gone and all?”

God! Was she determined to turn me on? “Sometimes,” I admitted, “but it is bigger now, fuller.”

“Yeah, I guess so.” She sounded disappointed. I couldn’t blame her, but then I’m in love with ten-year-old pussies. Was she? I’d met a few other women recently who were, Terri and Gina to be precise, so it wasn’t as uncommon as society would have us believe.

When I pulled down my panties, she was looking at me of course. I saw something in the eyes again. Was it desire? If she were a man, I could tell easily, but being women, we are better equipped to hide those feelings. Her nipples were hard, as were mine, but that could have been the result of the AC, though I knew better in my own case.

Standing, she said, “Well, grab your towel and come on.”

I followed her through sliding-glass doors onto a patio that encompassed the pool, which was small and kidney-shaped, but would do fine for a dip in the water. Four padded lounge chairs were next to the pool, two on each side, with a small table between each pair. A small shed, where the pump station and other pool necessities were kept, was at the far end.

Lisa laid her towel across one of the lounge chairs and lay down. I did the same for the lounger beside it. She had brought baby oil with her, and she began to rub it on her legs. “Want some?” she asked.

“Sure,” I answered and took the large bottle from her and put some on my palm before placing it between us. I started with my legs and began to move up my torso, to my belly, boobs, shoulders, and arms. Lisa was ahead of me in smearing the oil over her body, and I noticed she took her time covering her boobs with the shiny oil before moving to her vulva.

She giggled. “Don’t think I’m doing anything here,” she said, smearing the baby oil on her pussy.

“I won’t if you won’t,” I said, laughing and beginning to apply the oil to my own mound.

She once again seemed to be taking a little extra time with this area. “It does feel good, though, you know?” she said, and this time I could distinctly hear the desire in her voice.

Again, I wanted the conversation to continue in this direction. “As a matter of fact, I know that very well.”

We both looked at each other and laughed, giggling at the naughtiness of what we were doing, or at least implying.

We lay back with our hands now at our sides. She said nothing for a moment, so I tried again to steer the conversation. “But I’ll bet you have before.”

She looked at me then looked away. “Have what before?”

I could tell she wanted the conversation to go this direction but wanted me to be the one to drive, so to speak. She knew what I meant, more or less, but was making me say it.

“You know.”

“Know what?” She laughed again; her laugh was a bit nervous but adventurous.

“Do–that–out here with the baby oil.”

A little smirk crossed her features. “I don’t know what you’re talking about,” she said, giggling.

“I know I would if I had this set-up.”

This time she looked at me and held the gaze for a few seconds.

“It’s okay. We all do it, you know,” I said. “Only the method changes.” She was silent. “So, I was right, wasn’t I? You do it out here with the baby oil, right?”

She blushed and nodded. “Okay, guilty as charged.”

I looked at the clear sky, its blue like nothing any artist could ever paint.

“Yesss.  I knew it!” I looked at her again, grinning. She was blushing even more.

“You’d better not ever tell anyone about it.” The humor was still in her voice, but I knew she was also serious.

I continued to gaze at the beautiful sky. “I’d never tell. Who am I to make waves about that? If masturbation were an Olympic sport, I’d have a number of gold medals by now, and I’m only nineteen.”

She giggled some more at that and said, “I’m not so sure. I’d definitely give you a run for your money on that one.”

Time to go for the gold here. “You ever do it with someone else?”

“You mean with a guy? No way!”

“Or a girl.”

She didn’t answer. Instead she asked, “Have you?” The fact she answered with a question already told me what I wanted to know. If she hadn’t, she would have just said no.

“You won’t tell?”

“Are you kidding? What happens on the patio STAYS on the patio!” More laughter.

“Lots of times.”

“OMG! Really?!” I nodded. “With a guy or a girl.”

“Girl.”

“Who was she?”

“They. Who were they?”

“Oh, shit. Really? Then who were they?”

I wasn’t about to admit who some of them were, but there were enough others. “Friends.”

“Wow.”

“You never answered my question, though. You answered with a question, which is about the same thing, but you can at least admit it to me.”

“Well, sorta.”

“What do you mean by that?”

“I’ve done it with another girl there, but, well, she was asleep.”

“Yeah, I’ve done that too.”

“Wow, Cheryl, you’re just a real sexpot, aren’t you?” More laughter. God, it was so beautiful, as if the world’s best orchestra were playing songs just for me.

“Hey, if the shoe fits!” We both laughed at that. It was nervous laughter, of course, but in that situation that’s the best kind.

“Can I ask you a question?” she asked, pausing. “It’s personal, so if you don’t want me to ask it, just say so.”

“We decided to do this to get to know each other better, didn’t we?”

“Okay.  Do you, I mean, have you ever, well, done more with a girl?”

This time it was my turn to answer a question with another one. “Have you?”

“You first.”

I took a deep breath, wondering if this would lead where I hoped it would. “Yes. A lot.”

She sat up and looked down at me. “Are you a lesbian?” She sounded incredulous, as if she couldn’t believe it.

“Yes.”

“OMG, you’re kidding!”

“Why? Is it that hard to believe?”

“I mean, you’re so pretty!”

“That doesn’t mean anything. Not all of us are butch, you know. So have you?”

“I’m not sure you’d count it as actually doing it with a girl.”

“What do you mean by that?”

She shrugged, blushing some more and picking at her nails. “Nothing. Just some messing around.” There was more to that, but would I ever know what it was?

“But you’ve wanted to do more, right?”

“I didn’t say that!” She grinned at me, laughing.

“You don’t have to. You wanted to with the girl who was asleep that time, didn’t you?”

“Was it that obvious?”

“Yes. To me it was.”

“God, I don’t believe I’m having this conversation with you. And you’re my boss!”

“Are you going to sue me for sexual harassment?”

“Of course not. I’m the one who got you out here naked and rubbing baby oil on your pussy.” More giggles, her lovely tongue pinched lightly between her teeth.

I couldn’t help it; I took the plunge. “Do you want to have sex with me?”

She shrugged again, still looking at her nails and blushing. “I don’t know.”

But she did know but wasn’t wanting to admit it just yet. We lay there for a moment, allowing that to hover in the air that had become heavy with the near-promise of sex.

She broke the silence. “Can I ask you something else, even more private?”

“Of course.”

“You know how you’ve masturbated with girls before?”

“Uh-huh.”

“You wanna do that with me?”

I looked at her, but she was still looking at her hands. “Since before the topic even came up.”

She smiled that radiant smile. “Same here,” she said, still gazing at her fingernails.

When she finally looked over at me, I already had one hand lightly rubbing my pussy and the other massaging my boobs and pinching my nipples. She smiled and joined me.

“We can’t be too loud because of the neighbors. They probably aren’t home, but I never take that chance.”

I got up and moved my lounger so that I could face her, tilting the back so I could sit up more. Then sitting down I spread my legs and began to rub again while looking at her hand and what she was doing to herself.

Soon, our hands were blurs. We were rubbing ourselves with an aching need to come building in our pussies. She watched me, obviously enjoying the scenery. Her left hand was squeezing her right boob and milking it to the tip, where she would pinch the nipple before letting go and starting over. Her fingers rubbed her glistening clit. I knew some of the wetness was from the baby oil, but I also knew that most of it was from her, from deep within her vagina. I suddenly felt hungry.

Both of us were breathing irregularly, getting closer to our climaxes. I knew it wouldn’t be long for me now, and from the looks and sounds of it, it wouldn’t be for Lisa either.

I began to spasm and quiver, jerking around on the lounger in the throes of the orgasm that was spreading through me, radiating from my pussy to the rest of my body. Seconds later, Lisa was there, too, grunting softly as her orgasm spread through her.

We lay back and just looked at each other for a moment. “I’ve wanted to do that all day,” she said.

“Me, too, especially after seeing you naked like that.”

“You really want to do it with me, don’t you?”

I laughed and mocked her previous words to me. “Is it that obvious?”

She looked at the watch that lay beside her lounge chair. “Oh, shit! We have to get ready. I’ve got to shower and be at the hotel in forty-five minutes!”

“Oh, yes. I guess the job does have to come first. I’d nearly forgotten.”

“And I was going to make love with you! I’m still horny!”

“Me too. But we’ll have time later.”

“When?”

“Will your family be home tonight?”

“Not until Wednesday.”

“Well, I could meet you here after you finish sitting Kay.”

“Oh, God. That would be terrific!”

“Then it’s a date!” We got up and went into her room and I got dressed. She offered to let me shower with her first, but I knew if we did that, she’d never make it to her nanny job, and I was the boss, after all. Before leaving, though, I approached her and took her in my arms and kissed her, my tongue working in her mouth and enjoying the feel of hers as it explored my mouth and tongue.

Walking to my car, I congratulated myself for hiring Lisa. This was going to be a wonderful working and non-working relationship.

Continue on to Chapter 9

Serendipity, Chapter 1

  • Posted on June 24, 2015 at 11:05 am

By Naughty Mommy

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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“Mommy?”

“Yes, honey?”

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

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

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

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

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

“Yeah.”

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

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

“I know, I can’t help it.”

“Any special reason?”

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“Can we do Pony-Pony?”

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Continue on to Chapter 2

Happy Wedding!

  • Posted on June 22, 2015 at 10:19 am

In case you haven’t heard the fabulous news yet, our own wonderful Cheryl, co-founder and major author at Juicy Secrets, just got married to her long-time lover Lisa!!

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Bambi at the Beach, Chapter 6

  • Posted on June 21, 2015 at 7:42 am

By Naughty Mommy

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“Uh-huh.”

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

“I taught her.”

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

“So, how old were you?”

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

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

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

“Paige? She’s only 11 — she —”

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

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

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

“Yes, I really do.”

“Hm. Okay.”

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

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

I paused before answering, letting the tension build.

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

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

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

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

“Yes, I do. I think you should.”

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“No, what?”

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

“Don’t let them stop you.”

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“Sure…”

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

And what had they made? It was Aphrodite!

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

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

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

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

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

“Hello,” she said with a timid smile.

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

“No, just my mom.”

Hurray!!

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

The story continues HERE