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Serendipity, Chapter 30

  • Posted on September 17, 2015 at 12:11 pm

By Naughty Mommy

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After their initial hot round of masturbation, the women settled down for a while, their conversation turning toward more conventional subjects, like their jobs, their houses, their love lives, how their kids were doing in school, and so on. Angela kept their drinks fresh, and from time to time they each got up for a few bites of the snack foods along with an occasional dip of a finger into a pussy for that special spiciness.

Soon the little girls were back with them too, hungry and thirsty and full of energy, talking nonstop. Bambi wanted to know where Paige was, wondering how soon she’d be back from the zoo so they could make something else in the sand. Debby came and sat on Bridget’s lap for a minute, getting a big hug, but then she was running off with the other girls to search for shells, their new quest.

The afternoon passed quite enjoyably, with plenty to eat and drink and lots of ‘scenery’ to appreciate, not only the ocean waves but especially all the pretty girls prancing around in their tiny bikinis. The kids visited them occasionally for a soda or for some of the fresh-baked cookies that the hotel staff delivered.

A couple of times Bridget and Tina went down to the water for a few minutes of swimming to refresh themselves and to cool off. Angela and Sheila stayed behind, the women quickly forming a bond, both being completely dedicated to sexual gratification in all its forms. Sheila’s teenage daughter Erin sat with them too, staying in the shade to protect her skin, mostly listening to their conversation but also answering Angela’s questions when the sexy blonde asked her how she and her mom started having sex together. Erin liked talking about that.

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When they arrived back at their car in the parking lot of the San Diego Zoo, Eve and her daughters Gwen and Paige first opened the doors and stood outside for a minute, letting the heat out. Eve took her cell phone from her purse and punched in Angela’s number. She told the other woman they were just starting back and asked about plans for dinner.

“Well,” said Angela, “I was thinking I’d like to get everyone together again, up in our suite. Would you and your daughters care to join us?”

“Yes, that certainly would be nice, thank you — except I hate to have you paying for everything all the time. Maybe we should go out tonight somewhere, to a restaurant, and this time it’ll be my treat, all right?”

“That’s very sweet of you, darling, but… you know, I just remembered… I wonder if… Eve, could I call you back in a minute or two? I want to check on something.”

“Yes, of course.”

“All right, I’ll call you right back. Bye, love.”

Eve and the girls got in the car and turned on the air conditioner. Five minutes later, as they were merging onto the crowded freeway, the cell phone rang. Because Eve was busy at the wheel, Gwen answered it.

“Hello?”

“Hello, Eve?”

“No, this is Gwen. Hi, Angela. My mom’s driving.”

“Oh, all right, that’s good. How are you, dear?”

“I’m fine. How are you?”

“Very well, thank you. But listen, tell your mother I’ve made some special arrangements for tonight. She said she wanted to go out and so that’s what we’ll do. Sheila, Bridget, and the girls, along with Tina and Amanda, of course, are all going to join us as well. It’s quite a unique place, a private dinner club. I’m sure you’ll enjoy it very much.”

“Okay, um, that sounds good.”

“All right, I’m glad we’ve got that sorted out. So, did you have a fun time at the zoo? Did you feel up your sister?”

“No,” Gwen laughed again, blushing. “But, um, I did meet another girl. She’s, like, staying in a condo near the hotel. And I think I’m gonna see her again.”

“Ooh, very nice. Is she sexy?” Angela asked.

“Yeah, um, she’s cute. She’s short and she has really pretty green eyes and, like, a nice mouth and everything.”

“Ah, I see. So you’re a young lesbian on the prowl?”

“Yeah, I guess I am.” More giggling from the teenager.

“All right, honey, I’ll let you go. We’ll see you when you get here.”

“Okay. Bye, Angela.”

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In the van on their way back from the zoo, Kelly couldn’t stop thinking about Gwen — and about her room number too, of course — 816, 816, 816, don’t forget! She wondered how soon she should call her. Wait until tomorrow morning? Or maybe call her tonight, after dinner? Right before bed? How about the second they got back?!! Ha-ha, not really, but she was tempted.

Stephanie, sitting in the front passenger seat next to Veronica, who was driving, turned around toward Kelly. “Hey, you know, I just remembered. I was supposed to go with you this morning over to the hotel to ask about snorkeling, and I forgot. I’m sorry, honey. We’ll do that as soon as we get back, all right?”

“Sure, Mommy, that’s fine. No problem.” Kelly smiled inside as she thought to herself, you can ask about snorkeling and I’ll go straight up to Room 816 and see Gwen! She knew she wouldn’t, of course, but it was fun to think about.

“You know, that reminds me,” Carol announced. “Another thing we have to do when we get back is draw cards again to see who gets to sleep with who tonight.”

There was silence in the van as everyone considered the possibilities. Nobody had said much yet about the night before, but no one had complained either, so it seemed as if they all were ready to play Musical Beds once again.

Finally, Stephanie said, “Okay, so how about you guys drop me and Kelly off in front of the hotel first, and she and I’ll go inside and see what we can find out about snorkeling. Meanwhile you get the van parked, and when Kelly and I get back to the condo we’ll draw cards for tonight. That is, unless someone doesn’t want to.”

She turned and looked back at the twins. “Holly and Hailey, did you like doing that last night? Do you want to play Musical Beds again tonight?”

“I liked it,” Hailey said.

“Me too,” agreed Holly.

“How about you, Jordan?” Stephanie asked. “Do you want to do that again tonight?”

“Hm? Do what?”

“She means do you want to play that game where we all sleep in different beds every night,” Stacie told her daughter.

“Oh, okay,” nodded Jordan. “I like that. But can I sleep with Kelly tonight?”

“Well, that depends,” Stacie chuckled. “We’ll just have to see how it turns out.”

“All right,” Jordan shrugged. The 7-year-old still didn’t quite understand the game, but she knew her mom and the others would always do what was best for her, so she was happy.

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Eve smiled when Gwen relayed what Angela had said to her.

“A private dinner club… that’s what she called it?”

“Uh-huh,” Gwen nodded.

“Hm, I wonder what she’s planning now? Well, I guess we’ll find out.”

They were quiet for a few minutes, and then Eve asked, “You said something to Angela about that girl, the one you met at the zoo…?”

“Yeah, um, Kelly is her name.”

“Right, Kelly. She’s very cute. And her mother seems nice too — her two mothers, I should say. Do you know anyone else who has two moms, like at school?”

“No, I don’t think so,” answered Gwen.

“Yeah, I suppose it’s not that likely… San Francisco certainly is a lot more liberal than Phoenix, to say the least.”

As they drove, Eve pondered things. Kelly had two moms, lesbians obviously, and they had those cute little girls as well, the identical twin blondes. I wonder, she thought, is there any chance that if we got to know them better, that we might somehow be able to influence them? Show them how wonderful it is when mothers and daughters are sexual together? Should I try to be like Angela and sort of seduce Veronica and Stephanie, along with their girls, into the joys of lesbian incest?

“Are you, uh,” Eve began, “did you say you’re maybe going to see her again? Kelly?”

“Yeah, maybe,” Gwen nodded. “I think so. If she calls, anyway.”

“Hmm, good. I think you should do that, I really do. I like that girl, and her moms too. We should get better acquainted with them.”

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As they sat in their comfortable lounge chairs sipping their drinks, watching the sexy girls in bikinis on the beach, Bridget found herself really connecting with Tina. They were almost the same age and seemed to be on a similar wavelength.

They talked for a while about the challenges of being a single mom, about the difficulty in raising a child while working full-time. They talked a little about dating, with Bridget sharing some of her unhappy experiences with the lesbian dating scene, and Tina confessing that she never went out with anyone, period, male or female.

“So, if you never go out at all, how do you do satisfy your needs?” asked Bridget, leering at the pretty brunette.

“Well,” Tina blushed, “you know, I, I play with myself, a lot. I watch porn or read it, lesbian porn, and masturbate. Except, um, recently, we, uh, my daughter and I, me and Amanda, we……”

“Uh-huh, go ahead.”

Although she usually drank very little, Tina was already working on her second glass of wine. After taking another big gulp, she licked her lips, and said, “Okay, well, um, see, about a month ago, one night at dinner we were talking, Amanda and I, about school and stuff, but then she asked me about masturbation, you know, if I did it. I told her I did, and then she asked me if i would show her how.”

“And did you?”

“Yep, I did. I sure did.”

“Wow, that’s pretty hot,” Bridget smiled. She noticed then that both her sister Sheila and Sheila’s daughter Erin had turned toward them and were paying close attention.

Tina explained how it all began with that comparatively innocent parent-child conversation about masturbation, which then led to a personal demonstration, and which next led to hands-on instruction. Their activities continued to progress until now they were fully engaged with each other, exploring all the wonderfully pleasurable possibilities of mother-daughter sex.

Angela had already heard this from Tina the afternoon before, but it was new information for Bridget, as well as for Sheila and Erin. They listened raptly as Tina described the sexy things she did with her little girl, 10-year-old Amanda. Soon Sheila was masturbating again.

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A half hour later, Eve and Gwen and Paige walked out of the hotel lobby, after briefly returning to their rooms and freshening up, to find Angela and the others at their reserved space. The little girls were there now, arms filled with mostly broken seashells which they were showing their moms, but as soon as Bambi saw Paige, she started jumping up and down.

“You’re back! Was it fun at the zoo? Can we make something new in the sand?”

Angela greeted them, giving Eve a kiss on the lips, and then smiled at Bambi as she checked her watch. “Okay, let’s see, it’s 5:15, and we’ll need to leave for dinner a little before 7:00. You girls can play for a while longer, but by 6:00 or so we’ll want to go in and get cleaned up and change our clothes. So you have about 45 minutes, all right?”

They knew, or Paige knew anyway, that this might not give them enough time to build anything really special, but she was willing to try. She and the other younger girls quickly gathered up buckets and tools and off they went.

Bridget stood up, stretching. “This dinner club we’re going to, how fancy is it? Do we need to go home and change into something, I don’t know, more formal?”

“No, you don’t need to,” Angela replied. “The things you had on at brunch will be fine. You can go change if you want to, of course, but it’s not necessary. We’ll be in a private area, separate from the other diners. It will be just us.”

“Oh, all right.” Bridget turned to her sister. “What do you think, Shiel? Do you want to go home and put on something else?”

“Umm, no, I don’t think so. I guess we’ll be good with what we have, if Angela says so anyway.”

“Sure, you will,” Angela nodded. “Now, Eve, what would you like to drink? How about a glass of Chardonnay?”

“Yes, that sounds lovely. Thank you.”

While Angela poured the wine for Eve, Erin approached Gwen, smiling shyly. The other girl returned the smile and the two teens sat down together, chatting and renewing their friendship.

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As they entered the hotel lobby, Kelly looked all around, hoping she might just get lucky and find Gwen there. But she didn’t see her. So she went with Stephanie to the concierge desk to ask about snorkeling in the area.

It turned out there actually were several good places nearby to try. The concierge gave them some brochures and also suggested some websites they could check for more information. Kelly was excited and Stephanie was too. Both were fine swimmers and looked forward to the excursion.

Walking back to the condo, they talked about where they should go and when. They didn’t think Veronica would want to join them, because she didn’t care much for the water, and the twins were probably still too young for it as was Jordan. But Kelly privately wondered if maybe Gwen would like to do something like that. She seemed athletic, so maybe she would. And the best thing was, this gave Kelly a perfect reason to call her right away!

“Um, Mommy, do think it’s okay if I ask my friend, I mean, um, Gwen, that girl we met at the zoo, if we ask her to go snorkeling with us? If she wants to?”

Stephanie smiled and took her daughter’s arm. “Sure it is, sweetie. They might be too busy with other things, of course, but it can’t hurt to ask. I think you should. Do you have her number?

“Yeah, well, the room at the hotel. The room they’re staying in.”

“Ah, okay, that should work.”

They went in the front door of the condo. Kelly was eager to call Gwen’s room number, but first there was other business to attend to. They had to draw Uno cards again to find out who would be sleeping in which beds tonight, and who their partners would be.

So, the four women and four girls gathered around and picked cards, from the youngest to the oldest. The result was: Jordan 1, Holly 2, Hailey 3, Kelly 2, Stacie 4, Stephanie 1, Veronica 3, Carol 4. This meant that Jordan would sleep in the big bed in the master bedroom with Stephanie, while Holly and Kelly would share the bed in the second room, and Hailey and Veronica would be in one bed in the third room with Stacie and Carol in the other bed.

Stephanie went to the kitchen to start preparing their dinner — spaghetti and garlic bread along with a green salad — and Stacie joined her to help. The kitchen was small so there wasn’t a lot Stacie could do without getting in the way, but Stephanie appreciated the company. Meanwhile, the rest of the women and girls began to think about their sleeping arrangements for the night, who would be in bed with whom, and what might happen between them.

Carol immediately felt herself getting wet. How lucky it was that she’d drawn a card to match her up with Stacie, her daughter. They already were very intimate, so she knew she’d be having hot sex that night. They would have to try their best to be quiet, though, with one of the little twins, Hailey, sleeping in the other bed in the room, along with Carol’s sister Veronica.

When she’d had sex with Jordan the night before, Carol hadn’t worried too much about making noise, since it had been Kelly and Veronica in the other bed. They were both old enough that she didn’t mind exposing them to the idea of lesbian incest between two adults, but Hailey was only 8 years old. Still, it was very exciting to picture herself making love to Stacie, with the other two, Veronica and Hailey, in the bed next to them. Thinking about it made Carol want to come right away. She excused herself and went upstairs.

Veronica was thinking almost the same thing. The previous night she had listened to her sister Carol actually having sex — my god, can you believe it?! — with a 7-year-old girl, Jordan, Carol’s granddaughter. It was forbidden, it was wrong, it was outrageous — and it was incredibly arousing to her. Veronica had masturbated in bed as she looked over at them, catching glimpses in the dark of the little girl on top of her Nanna, first sucking her nipple, and then, Jesus Christ, tribbing with her!

But Veronica had not been the only one to play with herself and reach climax as she listened to them. Lying right beside her, masturbating along with her, had been her teenage daughter Kelly. It was so hot, the two of them together, holding hands, Kelly’s leg hooked over her mom’s leg, mother and daughter rubbing their pussies side by side and then climaxing at the same time.

The memory was so powerful, so exciting, it made Veronica immediately want to come. As Carol had done a minute earlier, she excused herself and went upstairs.

Hailey watched her mom get up and walk quickly up the stairs. She seemed to be in a hurry to do something. Their other mom was in the kitchen making dinner. Hailey glanced at her twin, Holly. Somehow they each instantly knew what the other was thinking. Together they went to the kitchen.

“Mommy, is it all right if we go outside and play for a while?” Hailey asked.

“Sure, it is,” Stephanie smiled. “But make sure you don’t go too far, and ask Jordan if she wants to go along too, okay?”

“Okay.”

Jordan, who had followed the twins when they got up, was happy to go with them. The three little girls trotted out to the deck and then onto the sand. They left their sandals behind and walked barefoot down toward the ocean.

Kelly had thought about going outside along with the little ones, to ‘play’ with them. She had a feeling that the games they had in mind might be kind of exciting. But she was too eager to call Gwen and ask her if she’d like to go snorkeling with them. Kelly dug her cell phone out of her bag. Except then she wondered, how do you call a room at the hotel? She had never tried doing that before. She got up and went to the kitchen.

When Veronica got to the top of the stairs, she saw that the door to the third bedroom, the one she would share that night with Hailey and Carol and Stacie, was closed. She didn’t want to interrupt if Carol was doing something private, so she went on to the second bedroom, entering and closing the door behind her. It shouldn’t take her that long. She unzipped her slacks and pushed them down to the floor, then sat on the bed and slid a hand inside her panties.

“Mommy?” asked Kelly.

“Yes, honey?”

“How do I call the hotel? I want to call Gwen.”

“Oh,” Stephanie said, “the easiest way to do that is just use the phone here in the condo. You’ll see instructions on it that tell you how to call a room in the hotel.”

“Okay.”

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In the third bedroom, Carol was lying face down on the bed, her panties around her ankles, short skirt bunched at the waist. Both hands were between her legs. Her eyes were shut tight as she pictured herself having sex with her daughter and with her granddaughter… but why stop there? She also saw herself naked in bed with her sister Veronica, and with Veronica’s partner, Stephanie, and then… yes, let’s include the younger ones too, sexy Kelly and even the little girls, Holly and Hailey… a lesbian incest orgy, that is so fucking hot… Carol’s fingers moved faster, rubbing her clit and sliding inside her wet vagina…

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Kelly found the phone and figured out how to call the hotel. She punched in the numbers for Room 816 and heard it ring. Please, please, please, she said to herself, please answer… But she got voicemail. A recorded voice told her to leave a message after the tone.

“Hi, um, Gwen? This is Kelly. From the zoo, right? Yeah, um, anyway, I wanted to ask you something, so like, could you call me back? I think, um, lemme give you my cell number, that’ll be easier. I shoulda done that earlier. Anyway, here it is.” She stated the number, twice, then said goodbye and hung up the phone.

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“You’re with Kelly tonight?” Hailey asked her twin as they walked along the edge of the surf, together with Jordan.

“Uh-huh,” Holly nodded.

“I’m with Mom. I’m gonna ask her to kiss, I think, like I did with Mommy last night.”

“Cool. Maybe I’ll see if Kelly wants to kiss too,” said Holly.

“Kelly likes kissing,” Jordan told them. “I showed her how, at the motel.”

“You did?” asked Hailey. “But, what do you mean? What kind of kissing?”

“You know, like this.”

After glancing over her shoulder to make sure no one was watching from the condo, Jordan stopped and put her hands on Hailey’s shoulders. The 7-year-old brunette leaned in and brought her lips to the 8-year-old blonde’s mouth.

As soon as Hailey felt Jordan’s tongue, she knew just what to do. She’d learned how to kiss that way from her mother, Stephanie, the night before. She wrapped her arms around Jordan and pulled her close. Their mouths opened and the girls kissed wetly, if not very expertly.

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It wasn’t often that Veronica would masturbate during the day. She usually was too busy at work, and anyway she simply preferred to spend her sexy time with her lover, Stephanie. But ever since a few days ago when she’d begun thinking about her sister Carol doing stuff she shouldn’t do with her daughter Stacie and her granddaughter Jordan, and especially now that she had evidence that they really were doing things together, Veronica was almost beside herself with lust. Breathing hard, she licked her lips and rubbed her clit faster. She was getting very close.

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“Do you like that?” Jordan smiled as she pulled away from Hailey, their lips wet. “It’s nice, right?”

“Yeah, I like it,” Hailey grinned, wiping her mouth. Then she turned to her sister. “Wanna try it with her now?”

“Okay.”

Holly looked at Jordan. The two little girls giggled, and then Jordan put her arms around Holly and brought their mouths together. Holly didn’t have any experience yet with this kind of kissing, but it seemed to come naturally to her. Although again there was nothing very expert about it, both little girls became sexually aroused as their tongues played with each other.

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Carol climaxed hard, humping her hands, as she pictured herself in the middle of the orgy, moms and daughters naked together, kissing and touching and fucking. But once wasn’t enough. She wanted to come again. Without even stopping, she pressed on from her first climax toward a second.

Veronica could hear through the thin walls cries of passion in the adjoining bedroom. It was obvious that Carol was masturbating and had reached orgasm. That made Veronica even more excited. She slid a finger inside her pussy, fucking herself as she rubbed her clit with her other hand. Almost there, almost there…

Less than a minute later, Carol was coming again, this time even harder and louder. And in the bedroom next to hers, Carol’s sister Veronica was climaxing too.

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Holly and Jordan ended their kiss and stood apart, both girls grinning and breathing hard, wiping their mouths. Then Jordan said, “You guys can do it too. Try it!”

The twins kissed in bed almost every night on their way to sleep, but those kisses were of a different kind, tender and intimate though not especially passionate. Now, however, they would try, for the first time, to kiss one another the way grownups do, like their moms did when they were having sex.

Both girls instinctively knew that this was a big step they were taking. It was much more than just a game. They looked deeply into each other’s eyes — and suddenly something changed. For the first time in their lives, Hailey and Holly saw each other not only as sisters, not just as twins or even as best friends, but as something more, as lovers. It was almost a magical change, an instant transformation, and both girls realized it at the exact same moment.

There was a dual sigh, a moan of shared desire, and then they were in each other’s arms, clutching and kissing passionately.

Continue on to Chapter 31

A Mother’s Obsession, Part One

  • Posted on September 16, 2015 at 9:52 am

By JetBoy

As I passed by a neighborhood church today just as the Sunday service had ended, I paused to watch as the congregation made its way through the exit doors — adults exchanging halfhearted greetings with one another and stifling yawns; children spilling out into the sunlight, giddy with freedom.

I thought of where those people had been just moments ago, listening to their minister as he droned on and on about sin and redemption, then found myself wondering how they would respond if they knew the pure, unvarnished truth about me and my daughter.

Imagine the uproar from these good Christian souls if I were to stand before them and publicly confess what goes on between my little girl and me behind the doors of our home. What disdain, what condemnation, what outright hatred would they call down upon me for loving my child as I do?

Then again, perhaps there are a few other mommies here who might feel a twinge of hidden kinship with me, having pleasured and enjoyed their daughters in the same way — or they merely long to, and lack the courage to try.

Sometimes I think that if more mothers understood the innermost feelings of women like me, they might not be so quick to label us pedophiles. If anything, they might realize how they may have missed a chance to experience the kind of love and passion that my little girl and I share — a bond strong as life itself.

My name? For our purpose, let’s say it‘s Carrie. In nearly every respect, I’m a typical suburban single mom, divorced and in my late twenties. I have a daughter who I’ll call Lori, ten years old. She is the light of my life, in more ways than one.

Lori is different from the other children in our neighborhood in one crucial way: she is autistic, the fragile shoots of her mind damaged before they had the chance to sprout and thrive.

In some ways, her autism is mild — she doesn’t injure herself or have fits. On the other hand, her language and communication skills are stunted. She seldom speaks, and will probably never be able to read, even on the level of a kindergartner. For the rest of her life, Lori will be a little girl who needs to be cared for.

It’s not easy, at first, to tell that Lori is who she is. Her eyes aren’t dull and lusterless, like those of so many autistic kids. Instead, they are large, bright as winter snow, but lack involvement with the world around her. My daughter has an angelic face, one that enchants strangers until they come to realize her condition. I’ve encountered it dozens and dozens of times, and still I feel impotent rage at the cheap pity I see on people’s faces when they realize. Oh, I see. Retarded. What a shame, what-a-shame.

My husband Mitch was like that — except that most of the pity he felt was for himself, saddled with the misfortune of a defective child. Oh, he went through the motions of being a caring father, but they seldom rang true. He never was truly at ease around Lori, and she sensed it.

What infuriated me was that Mitch couldn’t get far enough past our daughter’s disability to understand what a sweet, beautiful soul she had. Lori was an enchanting little girl in her special way, endlessly lovable — but to him she was damaged goods. He never said as much, but I knew, and it couldn’t help but affect what we had. By the time our marriage fell apart, I was coming to despise him. He’s out of our lives completely now, and good riddance.

As my daughter grew older, there was a change she went through that I hadn’t expected: she became more aware of her body and as a result, grew a bit more shy. Not long after she turned seven, Lori decided that she no longer wanted me to bathe with her. By then, my child was mostly able to wash herself anyhow, so I gave Lori her privacy. I’d often shared the tub with my little girl in a completely innocent way — nothing at all sexual in the experience, or at least not that I understood at the time. Since things changed between Lori and I, we bathe together often and love it.

So what happened to my daughter and I to set us on this path of forbidden pleasure? Simple enough: it started one evening when I began chatting on a lesbian website, a few months after Lori’s ninth birthday.

One day, a few of my co-workers and I were snickering over an article in our local alternative weekly about women who engaged in dirty talk on the computer. We joked about the whole thing, but I found myself intrigued by the idea of sharing sexy thoughts with a complete stranger. Eventually, my curiosity got the better of me, and I decided to seek out one of these chat sites and take it for a test drive.

There was another reason that the idea of anonymous internet sex appealed to me: I’d been having secret fantasies about women for years, and since Mitch had abandoned me and Lori to run off with a receptionist from his accountancy firm, I was fed up to the tits with men — hungering for something, anything different. Seeking out interested women via my computer seemed like a safe, anonymous way for me to dip a toe into the lesbian lifestyle without committing myself.

So one night, I sat down in front of the computer, logged on, took a deep breath and entered the address of the site I wanted. Lori was asleep, and I was feeling lonely.

My first impression was shock when I saw how blatant and forward these women were, right from the outset, without any hesitation or build-up. They wanted to know was how old I was, if I shaved my pussy, if I liked large breasts, if I owned a strap-on — and, yes, if I would meet them for sex. There were teenage girls who claimed to be looking for a mommy figure to fuck them, housewives eager to cheat on their husbands with a woman, grown ladies seeking young hotties. It was all pretty overwhelming, truth be told.

I got over my nervousness surprisingly fast, though — and after an hour or so, found that I was totally wet. I’d never done anything remotely like this before, and the rush I got from it was exhilarating! There were gay women who wanted to chat with me about everything imaginable, and I reveled in their attention.

Finally I’d had enough, and went to my bedroom to masturbate. Lying naked on the bed, I fingered myself without mercy as I imagined meeting some of the women I’d chatted with to indulge myself in pleasures of the flesh, allowing my new lovers to do whatever they wanted: eat my pussy, fuck me with a dildo, lick my asshole.

Then I began to imagine myself doing those things, drifting into a new fantasy where I was going down on a woman and eating her juicy cunt — and that only got me hotter.

When I finally came, I practically soaked the bed! It seemed like ages since I’d been so aroused — and so satisfied.

The next day at work I was sipping coffee in the break room when one of my co-workers brought up the subject of sex chat rooms again, a bit embarrassed as she admitted that she’d visited one herself just last night. I couldn’t help but grin, and she instantly knew that I’d done the same. I blushed when she prodded me for details and only shook my head, knowing there was no way I could tell her that my internet sex talk had all been with other women — and how much the experience had turned me on!

That night, I drank a few glasses of wine to make myself warm and tingly, impatient for 9 PM to roll around to I could put Lori to bed.

As soon as I’d tucked her in, I hustled myself into the study, stripped naked, switched on the computer and logged onto the lesbian site. Knowing what to expect this time, I’d put a thick towel down in my desk chair before sitting.

Right away, a dozen women were trying to engage me in a chat. The funny thing was even though my profile was accurate – single mother, age thirty-four, with a daughter of nine — I was just as popular as if I’d claimed to be eighteen and in college. Women don’t seem to be as fixated with having young lovers as men — though as I quickly discovered, some females not only have an obsession with youth, they take it to an extreme.

At first, all the chats were about pretty standard stuff – women fucking women in a variety of role-playing situations. Then, out of the blue, one woman wrote: I’d like for your little girl to join us when we fuck.

Needless to say, I was stunned. What kind of woman would even think about sex with a nine-year-old girl?

It made me feel all weird to even imagine involving my little girl in such a perverted discussion, fantasy or not. My pulse was racing, and my palms suddenly felt damp. This isn’t right, I told myself.

I was just about to kill the site and shut off the computer, then paused; thought about it.

Did I really want to run away from this chance to explore my sexuality, just because the chat had moved past my comfort zone? I couldn’t help but feel like it would be chickening out.

I pondered this mystery woman’s proposal. Since this would be just roleplaying, would it really be all that bad? It certainly wasn’t like I’d actually be doing anything with Lori, after all. Nothing but a fantasy, really. After all, I told myself, you used to masturbate while dreaming of being fucked by the family dog.

Back when I was an eighth grade virgin with a powerful imagination, we’d had a German shepherd named Roscoe, whose cock was, to put it mildly, extremely impressive. I adored that dog, and sometimes liked to pretend that he lusted after me… and sometimes, I’d take that thought and run pretty far with it.

Still, it is your own little girl we’re talking about here…

I sat in front of the computer, frozen with uncertainty as my conscience struggled with itself. Despite my apprehension, I found something strangely fascinating about this kinky scenario of Lori, me and a lesbian stranger in bed together.

Could it be some kind of weird joke? I wondered. Maybe she’s just trying to get a rise out of me.

The beep of an incoming message broke me out of my trance, and I saw that the woman I’d been chatting with had posted a new comment: Are you still there?

Taking a deep breath, I typed, What is it exactly that you want to do with my daughter??

She answered simply: I would LOVE to lick her pussy while you watch. Then I want to see you make love to her, kiss her sweet little naked body all over.

I stared blankly at the monitor. The shock I felt at seeing those words somehow knocked me completely off guard, so much so that I didn’t even recognize a wave of sexual heat building up in me until it hit like a loaded truck.

Somehow I managed to shut down the chat window before I fell to the floor, thrusting a hand between my legs to masturbate. I lay there panting furiously, fingering my cunt even harder than I had the night before, lost in a freaky fantasy like nothing I’d ever imagined.

I was thinking of my little girl as a sexual creature, imagining myself cuddling naked with her, teaching her about love. I pictured her bare, virgin slit, and saw myself licking it. I dreamed of the two of us, sharing passionate tongue kisses. I saw my own little nine-year-old daughter, joyfully giving herself to me.

What hidden corner of my mind had this desire emerged from? To this day, I don’t know the answer. True, I’d always enjoyed bathing with Lori, and had felt a keen disappointment when she no longer wanted me to join her in the tub. And I’d always been stirred by how beautiful my child was, the sight of her often making me glow inside. But those feelings had always seemed normal, something any mother might experience.

Had I already wanted my little girl as a lover without knowing it? As I lay there on the carpet, plunging three fingers into my dripping cunt, just about anything seemed possible.

I pounded myself through two frenzied orgasms, one immediately following the first —  immersed all the while in weird sex scenarios involving Lori. Somehow afterwards I made it to my feet and stumbled into the bedroom, where I promptly passed out.

The next morning, I made my way to the kitchen in a daze as if I’d been boozing it up the night before, all the lewd thoughts I’d had forgotten as I started the coffee, steeling myself for another day at the office. But when I saw Lori wander in, sleepy-eyed in her little pink top and white cotton panties, it came back to me in a rush, all the sordid images of incest and pedophilia I’d masturbated to just hours earlier.

I was consumed with remorse. My God, how could I have ever have had such thoughts about my baby? She was so sweet, so innocent, and above all, so trusting — and there I was, getting off to thoughts of taking her into my bed for my own fucked-up, selfish pleasure. For heaven’s sake, I was her mother. How could I fantasize about my little girl that way, even if it was just a masturbation scenario?

After breakfast, I passed by my study and stared grimly at the computer, sitting there silently, betraying not a hint of the perversion it had spurred me into.

Maybe I should have the Internet account closed, I thought.

I toyed with the notion for a few minutes, then decided to sleep on it for a day or two before I did anything drastic.

As the day passed on the job, I began to calm down a bit. Maybe I’d gotten carried away the night before because it had been so damn long since I’d gotten laid. Taking care of Lori filled up so much of my life, after all, and let’s face it, being the single mother of a “special needs” child — God, how I hate that fucking expression! —  made the dating scene a hell of a lot more complicated than it already was. Just finding a competent babysitter could be a major headache.

Still, I told myself, if you’re having perverted sex fantasies about your nine-year-old daughter, it’s a sign that, whatever it takes, you need to get out there and find someone to fuck, if only for one night.

Maybe that was what I needed — a good old-fashioned one-night stand. No relationship, no potential love interest, just someone to make my bed shake for one crazy evening. And since I’d been thinking in terms of a female partner, it was definitely a woman I longed for. Still, I didn’t feel quite ready to hit the lesbian bar scene, not yet.

By the time I picked Lori up from her school, I was feeling somewhat better. True, the memory of my twisted fantasies about her were still fresh, and I could feel stirrings of arousal at the sight of my smiling little girl as she ran to the car, her bare legs flashing in the afternoon sun beneath that pretty blue skirt she wore. But I felt that these longings were temporary, and I was strong-willed enough to purge them from my mind.

All of which, I suppose, goes to show how foolish we can be in the face of sexual desire. Lust is a demon who, once conjured up, won’t be banished with the wave of a magician’s wand. She’ll catch you unawares when you least expect it — and there you’ll be, a bitch in heat with itching fingers and soaked panties.

That night, as I tucked Lori into bed, I bent down to kiss her goodnight, just as I always have. When my lips touched her cheek, I suddenly felt an almost uncontrollable urge to turn her face to mine and kiss her on the mouth. In my mind’s eye, I saw my tongue sliding between Lori’s lips; saw an affectionate peck turn passionate.

I recoiled, frantic with fear at the realization what I’d almost done — what I longed to do. I felt it between my legs, that familiar twinge I get when I’m on fire with sexual want. But it wasn’t thoughts of a grownup lover that filled my mind, male or female — it was my nine-year-old daughter who made me wet!

No, no, no! This isn’t happening…

I hurriedly whispered “Goodnight, baby girl,” rushed into my room and threw myself on the bed, terrified and shivering at this… this insane thing that was snarling and writhing inside me. For God’s sake — did I have no control over myself?

As if to prove that I didn’t, my hand seemed to naturally find its way into the skimpy panties I wore, seeking my shaved pussy. In desperation, I plunged two fingers deep into my vagina, trying to visualize something, anything besides my little girl, stretched out on her bed naked, gazing up at me with those big blue eyes, so warm and loving — no, God damn it, NO!

Desperately flailing about for a distraction from these thoughts of Lori, I summoned up the memory of a lesbian film clip I’d seen once and never forgotten: a thirtyish woman having her pussy eaten by a cute young dyke with a crew cut. In my mind I desperately seized the image, hugged it close, pictured myself spread out on a bed, imagined a hot, eager mouth feasting on my cunt.

Yes, this is what I should be dreaming of, being taken by a real lover… mmmmyeah, a strong, sexy girl.

I made the young lesbian go down on me, visualized my trembling fingers touching her bristling red hair, cropped close on her skull. Something about that spurred my crazy lust even higher.

Suddenly the fantasy shifted; it wasn’t me she was licking, but my nine-year-old daughter. I saw this imaginary lesbian going down on Lori, tasting the bare slit of my child, whose face was aglow with bliss. I stood naked next to the bed, watching this butch teen make love to my little girl.

Lost in this fantasy, I did the most unimaginable thing. Clambering onto the bed, I carefully straddled Lori’s face, lowering my wet sex to her open mouth.

As I masturbated, I imagined the feel of her tongue as it cautiously explored my cunt, then grew bolder, burrowing inside me. I fingered my clit as my little girl ate me sweetly, lovingly; all the while watching her getting licked by that sexy teen with the crew cut.

Then I was coming hard, blows of pleasure crashing into me, battering away what little sense I had left.

After coming at least three times, I laid in bed totally exhausted. My head spun crazily, as if I’d spent the night knocking back tequila shots. The very walls seemed to be wobbling. Finally, I collected myself — and that’s when the guilt set in, just like before.

My God, I’d done it again! My poor little Lori. She was only a child, for Christ’s sake; my daughter, my own flesh and blood! I couldn’t allow myself to feel this way, not ever.

And yet, and yet… the vision of my naked child taunted me, made me crave things I shouldn’t. I pictured her wearing nothing but a sweet smile, wanting Mommy to play with her in this new, exciting way.

I felt torn in two as the motherly, protective side of me did battle with the newly emerging lesbian, the half that ached to teach my little girl everything about love.

Oh, I told myself that this was just a momentary craving — I was sure to get over it once I really explored sex with a woman.

Continue on to Part Two

The Secret Society of the Pussycats Club, Chapter 7

  • Posted on September 14, 2015 at 1:23 pm

By Cheryl Taggert

For assistance in keeping up with all the characters, you can go here.

As Tina sat down beside her mom, she noticed Heather and Susan stared at her with what looked like disbelief. Had they guessed what had happened in the girls’ bathroom? Tina wondered.

Keeping an eye on Tina, Heather said to Cheryl, “Mom, is it okay if we buy a cookie?”

“Sure. Do you need any money?” Cheryl was fine with the girls going off for a few minutes so she and the two teachers could talk more about the planned orgy that afternoon.

“No, I have my allowance and I’ll treat Tina.”

“Okay. Just stay within sight,” said Cheryl, and Heather and the girls rose. As soon as they were away from the table, Heather looked at Tina.

“You and Mom had sex?”

Tina smiled. “Jealous?”

Heather paused at that. Maybe that was what bothered her about it.

“Oh, my God! That is so cool!” said Susan, who was already feeling her pussy moisten at the image of Tina and her mom in a hot sixty-nine. Susan had been hot for Heather and Tina’s mom, Cheryl, for some time.

“How did it happen?” Heather asked.

She walked in on me after you left, and…well…she saw me.”

“Saw you what?” asked Susan, grinning with the knowledge of what the answer had to be.

“Coming,” said Tina, and Susan’s jaw dropped. She’d expected to hear Tina had been caught rubbing herself, but actually coming? In front of her mother?

Heather, too, was surprised. “She saw you coming, as in, like, actually having an orgasm?”

“So how did it end up with you two doing it?” asked Susan.

“At first I was scared cuz I didn’t know what she might do, but then she told me she does it too and I shouldn’t be ashamed.”

“Wow!” Susan said, amazed.

“So that led to you two doing it?” asked Heather. She was trying to connect the dots between Tina being caught and her having sex with Mom. “How exactly did it happen? I mean, did she say ‘scoot over and let me have sex with you’ or something?”

“Of course not,” Tina laughed.

“Well, tell us!” Heather insisted, so Tina told them how she’d ended up having sex with her and Heather’s mom.

By the time she’d finished telling them, Heather and Susan were practically drooling.

“Was it good?” asked Susan.

“Oh, yeah,” Tina said, smiling. “But that’s not all.”

“What else happened?” asked Heather.

“I just had sex with the girl who’s working at the counter at Subway.”

Now both girls’ jaws dropped.

“You’re shitting us, right?” asked Heather.

“Nope. I followed her into the girls’ restroom and we went in a stall and did it together.”

“Nuh-uh,” said Susan. She knew this had to be just a sexy story Tina wanted to tell.

“Did so. She saw my camel toe and was about to drool all over her shirt, so when she went in there, I followed her. I told her I’d seen her looking at my pussy and I liked it that she was enjoying what she saw.”

The girls had already noticed the clear outline of Tina’s pussy on the crotch of her shorts. Now, Heather was staring at Tina in disbelief, but mostly it was disbelief that her little sister was such a slut.

And she couldn’t have been happier.

She looked over at Subway and saw the girl looking at them while she appeared to be intent on wiping the counter down, but she was rubbing the same spot without moving on to another area. When she saw Heather notice her looking, she looked down at the counter quickly, as if it were the most interesting thing in the world.

“Oh, my God. You did, didn’t you?” she said to her sister, amazed beyond belief.

“So let’s go up there and get our cookie,” Tina said, leading the way toward the Subway and her latest lover.

“Why not?” said Heather. “You’ve already had hers.” Susan laughed.

“You think she really did it with that girl?” Susan asked after allowing Tina to get a few feet ahead of them.

“Yep,” said Heather.

As they approached the counter, Susan could see the girl, who looked seventeen or eighteen, was blushing a bright red. “Holy shit,” Susan said calmly.

“Becca, this is my sister, Heather, and her best friend, Susan,” Tina said.

Becca looked at the two girls, who were cute and sexy beyond belief, and knew instantly that Tina had told them what they’d done in the bathroom. She glanced over her shoulder to make sure her manager was busy and wouldn’t hear her. Her manager was back in the office with the door closed, so it was safe.

“You told them?” Becca asked. Tina nodded. “Why? Why would you do that?”

“It’s okay. The three of us do more than you and I did in the bathroom. Lots more.”

Becca glanced at the other girls, who now looked as if they wanted to jump over the counter and have sex with her right there. Her sister? Tina has sex with her sister? She felt her pussy starting to ooze more cream into her panties as she pictured them together. Suddenly, she wanted nothing more than to take the rest of the day off and have an orgy with these three girls. Her time in the bathroom stall had convinced her she loved sex with young girls, and now she could see that the possibility existed for her to be able to do that more often than she ever thought she would.

She suddenly pictured her friend Carolyn, who had initiated her into lesbian sex recently, and her little sister, Candace, together — with herself in the bed with them, urging their lovemaking and rubbing them all over as they ate each other’s pussy.

Tina interrupted her thoughts. “We came over for a cookie. I’ll have a peanut butter.”

“Same here,” said Heather.

“Make it three,” Susan added.

“You’re not going to, like, try to blackmail me into giving you a free cookie, are you?” Becca asked, looking at Tina. “I’d get fired.”

The three younger girls looked at each other, shocked. “No,” said Heather, “we’ve got money. We’d never do anything like that.”

“Okay, sorry. It just seemed like, ‘we want a cookie’ or something, like you didn’t mean to pay or something. Sorry. I’m kinda shaken a bit. I’ve never done anything with girls as young as you, and I guess I’m kinda, you know, nervous. I never knew I would enjoy something like that. That’s all.”

“That’s cool. I understand, I guess. What time do you get off?” asked Heather, then, realizing the possible double meaning, added, “work, I mean,” and giggled.

For the first time since the girls had walked up to the counter, Becca smiled. That question always meant a desire to get together later, and Becca was willing to do that. More than willing, in fact.

“I get off…work…in about an hour,” she said, her smile becoming a grin.

“Hang on a sec’,” said Heather and ran over to where her mother, and her young teachers Jennifer and Lisa sat, chatting.

“What’s she doing?” Becca asked, suspicious of the fact Heather had gone to talk to her mom.

“Probably asking if you can come to the orgy,” said Tina.

Becca, shocked, looked at Tina, her blush moving up her throat to her face. She felt as though she might faint. “What?! They’ll have me arrested!” said Becca.

She looked back at the table where Heather was having an animated conversation with her mother and the two younger women. The three women looked at her and smiled. Becca wondered if that was how lions smiled when they came upon a zebra that had been cut away from the herd.

“They won’t do that,” said Tina. “They’re saying yes.”

Sure enough, Heather was heading back to them, smiling broadly. She asked for a pen and a napkin. “They think it’s way cool you two did it in the bathroom, but Mom’s upset because you could have been caught,” she said to Tina while she wrote something on the napkin.

Handing it to Becca, she said, “Here, if you want to you can come to this address when you leave here. Ring the doorbell, wait five seconds, then ring it again. That way we’ll know it’s you and can answer the door.”

Becca looked at the table of women. They were looking at her, smiling, and one of the younger ones winked at her. It reminded her of Tina, who had winked at her earlier before seducing her. She was supposed to go over to Carolyn’s, but she figured she could postpone that.

“Please join us,” said Susan, who’d been quiet for most of this encounter. “I promise you’ll have a lot of fun.”

“Okay, I’ll be there after I get off,” she said. “Work that is,” she added with a smile.

The three girls giggled and said their good-byes before running over to join the women at their table. Becca caught the eye of the younger woman who’d winked at her and winked back. Two could play this flirtation game.

Turning back to her work, Becca realized she hadn’t collected any money for the cookies. Reaching under the counter, she got her purse and paid for them. Cameras recorded everything other than the sound, and she didn’t want anyone thinking she’d given the cookies away. Besides, this was a small price to pay for the fun she knew she’d be having that afternoon. She was also planning to see if she could feel out Carolyn on the subject of sex with young girls. Maybe that fantasy could become a reality as well.

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When Monica had come out of the bathroom a few minutes after the Subway girl and what appeared to be her classmate Heather’s sister had left, she walked slowly to where her mother was sitting, enjoying an iced tea and a bagel.

“I was hungry for a small snack. You want something?” her mom asked her.

Monica wanted to answer, “Yes, sex with Heather, Susan, Heather’s sister, and the Subway girl,” but of course she didn’t. She just shook her head and watched the three girls get up from the table and move away from it, talking.

From Heather’s and Susan’s reactions, she figured out what was going on. Heather’s sister was telling them about what happened in the bathroom stall. It was obvious from their shocked reactions and the fact that Heather’s sister led them over to the girl at Subway and the four of them got into a conversation. She could see the Subway girl’s blush as the girls approached from all the way across the food court. Thinking about Subway and her mother’s offer gave her an idea.

“I think I want a cookie from Subway,” she told her mother, who reached into her purse, produced a few dollars for Monica, and continued eating her bagel.

Monica stood and walked around the food court the long way, wanting to approach Subway from the side in the hopes she wouldn’t be seen. She wanted to do some more eavesdropping if she could.

As she approached the Subway from as close to the wall as she could get while pretending to consider buying something from the Burger King that was next to Subway, she heard the Subway girl say, “I’m kinda shaken a bit. I’ve never done anything with girls as young as you, and I guess I’m kinda, you know, nervous. I never knew I would enjoy something like that. That’s all.”

Yes, Monica thought. The girl was openly admitting she’d had sex with the youngest of the three girls. She stood there, listening.

When Heather had gone to talk to her mom and her teachers, Ms. Simmons and Ms. Taylor, Monica turned and moved toward the counter at Burger King to avoid being seen by Heather when she returned from her conversation.

“Can I help you?” the server asked.

“Just deciding,” said Monica, continuing to keep her back to where Heather was. When she heard Heather’s footsteps running across the food court to Subway again, she moved away from the server at Burger King and continued her eavesdropping.

She listened to the rest of the conversation and smiled. Apparently, Heather’s mom, Ms. Simmons, and Ms. Taylor were into sex with young girls too. She was shocked so much her eyes bulged with the news, but she was also getting very horny again just thinking about it.

This could be fun.

After she got control of herself, she stepped to the counter at Subway. The Subway girl, as she had started referring to her, was paying for something. She saw the napkin on the counter and easily read the address printed there. She knew the location, a condominium about three blocks from her house. She knew from the conversation she’d heard that this girl would be going there when she got off work in an hour. For an orgy.

Monica had never been to any orgies, of course, but she knew one thing: She loved to masturbate, and she fantasized every time about having sex with someone else… anyone else really. She longed to have someone else touch her pussy. She had been online and read stories and masturbated to them. She’d gone to places like pornhub and xhamster to watch porn and masturbate. She found she loved watching girls together most of all, and the stories she read were mostly lesbian-themed, as well as those that involved older women and younger girls, sometimes girls even younger than she was. Her favorite places for stories like that were a new one called Juicy Secrets, and an older site called Leslita. She would rub her pussy and imagine older girls and women doing things to her. She always came hard when she did that.

She thought about the orgy while the Subway girl got her a cookie. Monica also knew the signal, ring the doorbell, wait five seconds, ring again. She’d eavesdropped and found that out as well.

Suddenly, Monica wondered if she would have the courage to crash their little party. If she went to that condo, rang the bell, waited five seconds, and rang again, the door would open because they would be expecting their invited guest. She could announce she knew what was going on and invite herself to the orgy. What could they say? No? When she knew what they were doing and people could go to jail if she left without being invited to join them?

They would have to invite her in. Monica realized that would be blackmail, but she also realized she wasn’t above that crime. Anyway, she wouldn’t be demanding money; she’d be offering herself to the girls and the adults for sex. They would benefit, too.

And she could finally have someone else touch her pussy. She could have someone lick her there as well. She’d longed for that, wondering what it would feel like while knowing that it would feel spectacular. The idea of someone’s soft, wet tongue sliding along her slit could make her get wet in seconds, and right now was no exception.

As she walked back to her mom while eating her cookie, Monica made her decision. She and her mom were leaving the mall in a few minutes to go home. She would change clothes, wearing no panties or bra — as if she really needed one with her tangerine-sized boobs — and bike over to the condo where she knew the party would be taking place. She knew the Subway girl wouldn’t arrive for a little more than an hour, which gave her plenty of time to get there first and give the signal to get her inside the wonderful party that would be going on.

——————–

Heather and Susan rode with Heather’s mom and Tina to go to the orgy at Jennifer’s and Lisa’s condo. As they got in the car, Heather said to her mom, “So you’re not mad we all have sex together?”

“Of course not, Honey,” Cheryl said, starting the car. “I’m glad, in fact.”

“Tina and me were planning to seduce you tonight.”

“I know,” Cheryl said and smiled at the puzzled look on Heather’s face. She had no idea how her mom knew that. “Tina told me.”

“Oh,” said Heather, and the girls sat back and thought about the orgy that would be happening in just a few more minutes.

Then Cheryl turned to her younger daughter, Tina. “And you, young lady, are not to go waltzing off for casual sex with someone you don’t know. That could cause a lot of trouble. You could get caught, or even kidnapped.”

“Okay, Mom.  I’m sorry. But she was kinda obvious about wanting me.”

“Yes, I saw that, too, but you still need to talk to me about doing something like that to avoid problems.”

That was good, Tina thought. She hadn’t said she couldn’t do it anymore. She just needed to get her mom’s permission. At least, that’s what it sounded like to her.

Both Heather and Susan were looking at Cheryl and thinking about making love with her. Tina, meanwhile, began thinking of the two teachers, Jennifer and Lisa. She was already looking forward to being at their school next year. She would be so lucky to get them as teachers.

When they arrived, just behind the two teachers, Jennifer and Lisa, they all piled out and followed the teachers to the elevator.

“It’s nice of you to be here, too,” Jennifer said to Cheryl. “Lisa and I were worried about someone seeing us bringing two such lovely girls into our place to be alone for several hours. This way there won’t be any questions about it. You are, after all, the mother of two of them.”

“I see what you mean. I’m lucky that I have these two girls. Now when Susan wants to come over and spend the night, she can COME and spend the night with me too!”

They all laughed at the joke, even if it was rather lame. Susan blushed.

They entered the condo and sat in the living room to relax and get in the mood with some wine for the women and soft drinks for the girls.

“I’m surprised you want to do this,” Cheryl said to Tina. “After making love with me this morning, you sneaked off and seduced the girl from Subway. Not to mention how you masturbated this morning. Are you sure you’re not too sore?”

“I’m fine,” said Tina. “I also had sex with Heather this morning. I think I’m a nimbo.”

The adults laughed at this mispronunciation. “It’s called nympho, and yes, I believe you might be one at that,” said Tina’s mother, who was not upset in the least that her young daughter might be addicted to sex.

Tina blushed and plopped backwards onto the comfortable couch, her camel toe now prominently displayed for all to see.

All eyes were now on Tina. Or at least on her pussy that was so clearly outlined in the material of the too-small shorts. Susan looked over at Cheryl and then at the two teachers. She wanted to touch Tina’s pussy through the material, but was shy about doing so in front of the adults. She’d had sex the day before with Heather and Jennifer, but that was the extent of her having sex in front of an adult.

“Go ahead,” said her teacher Lisa. “You know you want to.” She looked around the room. “And apparently everyone here wants you to as well.”

Still looking at her daughter’s camel toe, Cheryl stood up and removed her top in one quick motion, followed by her bra. Susan stared for a moment, wondering if she’d rather have those boobs than Tina’s camel toe — after all, she’d touched Tina’s pussy before — but Heather beat her to the punch and rose to walk to her mom. She fell on her and took one nipple into her mouth and began to suck on it.

Susan put her hand on Tina’s mound and began to rub her gently before leaning over to kiss her softly on the lips. Tina’s mouth opened and her tongue began exploring Susan’s mouth and tongue. She thought again about how she loved attention from others, especially sexual attention. And she had a special crush on Susan, so to have Susan touch her was wonderful.

Lisa moved to Susan and Tina while Jennifer made her way over to Cheryl and Heather, who was blissfully sucking her mom’s titties, her eyes closed she was enjoying it so much.

Lisa stripped before leaning down to remove Susan’s clothing. Susan had already pushed Tina’s shorts down to mid-thigh and her hand was now inside Tina’s panties, rubbing her lover’s slit and enjoying the slick feel of the inner lips of Tina’s rapidly moistening pussy. Susan felt her teacher pulling on her shorts, so she lifted her hips enough to make it easier to remove them. Susan had to stop masturbating Tina for a moment while Lisa pulled her shirt off. Lisa then removed Tina’s panties, and the three were naked on the sofa. Lisa moved to where she could lick Susan, and her hand joined Susan’s so she could help finger and rub Tina’s pussy.

Jennifer had done the same as Lisa, stripping all her clothes off before removing Cheryl’s and Heather’s. Once Cheryl’s panties were off, Heather moved down her mother’s tummy and began to make oral love to her mother’s pussy. It occurred to her that she’d entered the world by way of this beautiful mound, and she put her fingers inside her mother and marveled at this lovely canal that had supplied her first journey in life. She seemed to mold her lips to her mother’s clit. She never wanted this to end.

Jennifer moved to where she could lick Heather while the twelve-year-old made love to her mother. As she moved to this wonderful task, she looked at Cheryl, who seemed to be in some sort of heaven. She could only be described as looking blissful. She seemed as though her life had been fulfilled. Jennifer was happy to be witnessing such happiness.

Soon, Jennifer heard sounds from the sofa, where Susan was licking Tina and Lisa was licking twelve-year-old Susan, and she glanced to where that part of the orgy was taking place. Susan was obviously on the edge of an orgasm. She was thrusting her ass back to mash her pussy and clit against Lisa’s mouth and tongue. Her delicious body was straining to improve the contact.

Susan began to groan and grunt as the orgasm started to ripple through her, causing vibrations to penetrate Tina’s pussy to make her clit shudder and spasm as the resulting orgasm overtook her. Lisa was playing with her own pussy but wasn’t ready to come just yet. She just enjoyed what was happening on her sofa.

Heather and Cheryl, too, were near their first orgasms of the orgy. Cheryl began to buck into the mouth of her daughter as Heather moved to stay with her. Heather’s fingers continued to plunge in and out of her mother’s pussy, and Cheryl’s bucking was causing wonderful contact between Heather’s fingers and her G-spot. Cheryl knew that the G-spot was the area behind the pubic bone where a woman’s clitoris grew and extended back into the woman’s body. It was a very sensitive area of her pussy, and without realizing it, Heather was stimulating it beautifully.

Cheryl’s orgasmic screams echoed off the walls as she crashed through her climax. She felt as if she were on a wild amusement park ride, the best one in the world, and was careening along a track that was the journey the orgasm was taking through her body. Her entire body was clenching now and spasms racked her body with sheer pleasure.

Heather came as soon as Cheryl’s orgasm was subsiding. Jennifer was amazed at the amount of honey the girl’s pussy produced. She wondered if she could hold a glass there and fill it full. Jennifer licked the pubescent pussy and rubbed herself just up to the point of orgasm before backing off to allow Heather to finish her own. She didn’t want to come yet. Like Lisa, she preferred to wait until someone was busy making love to her to reach her first orgasm of the party.

Just as Cheryl and Heather were finished coming, the doorbell rang. Five seconds later, it rang again.

“There she is,” said Lisa, getting up to let Becca in. Tina had told them her name so they could stop referring to her as the Subway girl. Glancing at the clock on the living room wall, she commented, “A little early. I guess she was able to get away from work early.”

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As Cheryl was entering her orgasm, Monica approached the door to the condo. She had a moment where she was certain she’d read the number of the condo wrong, or had gotten the address wrong, but she figured if that were the case, she could just say she had the wrong condo, which would be the truth.

Her heart hammered behind her tiny boobs, and then she noticed something that made her smile, wondering if the teachers had done it on purpose or if it were an accident.

As she looked now, she noticed all the doors of the condos were different colors. Some were blue, some yellow, some white, and so on. This condo had a green door. It made her think of an old porn film she’d found online one night after her parents had gone to sleep. She had masturbated to five or six orgasms that night, staying up until after two o’clock enjoying the unbelievable sex on her computer screen. The movie was called “Behind the Green Door.” She later learned it was a classic, but she’d started watching it because she was intrigued by the title. Later still, she heard a song on the oldies station her mom listened to that had the same title. She listened and the words, “Green door, what’s that secret you’re keeping?” made perfect sense and gave the movie a new meaning. It was one of her favorite movies, and she even secretly liked the song, something she’d never admit to friends since it was so old.

Monica smiled as she thought of that. She knew what secret the door was keeping. It was hiding a secret club. A secret society. She looked down the sidewalk that served as an outdoor, elevated walkway to get to each condo on the fifth floor where she was and saw a calico cat licking herself. Ahh, she’s licking pussy too, Monica thought to herself, and she looked back at the door.

Yes, this green door hid a secret society, alright. The Secret Society of the Pussycats Club.

Taking a deep breath, she reached out and pressed the doorbell, hearing a chime within. She counted to five and pressed it again.

Stepping back, she hoped once again she had the right place.

Continue on to Chapter 8

 

Keeping them straight (?) in the Pussycats Club

  • Posted on September 13, 2015 at 4:56 pm

By Cheryl Taggert

Here is a list of characters to help you remember who is who…

   The Daniels Family

Cheryl Daniels: She is 32 and the mother of Heather and Tina.

Heather Daniels: She is 12 and is Susan’s best friend. She is Tina’s sister and Cheryl’s daughter.

Tina Daniels: She is 11 and Heather’s sister and, of course, Cheryl’s daughter. She has a crush on Susan.

 The Thomas Family

Mia Thomas: Susan’s mother, 33. She first appears in chapter 11.

Susan Thomas: She is 12 and is Heather’s best friend. She is also in a budding relationship with Tina.

 The Teachers

Jennifer Simmons: She is 24 and has been Lisa’s best friend and lover since they were young girls. She is a teacher at the school Heather and Susan attend.

Lisa Taylor: She is the same age as Jennifer and is another teacher at the same school.

 The Shea Family

Carolyn Shea: She is 17 and Becca’s best friend. She introduced Becca to girl-girl love a week before the beginning of the story.

Candace Shea: She is 10 and Carolyn’s little sister, whom Carolyn seduced when Candace was six and Carolyn was thirteen.

Daphne James: She is 34 and Carolyn and Candace’s aunt, their mother’s younger sister. She seduced Carolyn when she was eight and talked Carolyn into seducing Candace. She is mentioned earlier but first appears in chapter 17.

Donna Shea: She is 36 and Carolyn and Candace’s mother. She first appears in chapter 18.

The Duncan Family

Monica Duncan: She is 12 and attends the same school as Heather and Susan. She is not friends with the girls, but knows them and hopes to become friends with them after she discovers their secret relationship. (Hint nobody needs: she does.)

Ashley Duncan: She is 29 and Monica’s mother. She is divorced from Monica’s father, with whom she had a baby at age 17.

The other girls we meet

Becca Peterson: She is 17 and works at the Subway in the food court at the mall. She was recently introduced to lesbian lovemaking by her best friend Carolyn. (To those who’ve been reading this story, this character used to be named “Lily.” I changed it to Becca at the request of the real girl named Lily. She asked me to no longer use her name. Thank you for understanding.)

The Carson Family

Gina: She first appears in “Nanny for a Night.” She is 29 and married, though her husband doesn’t figure into this story. She has two daughters, Lynn and Lori.

Lynn: She is a precocious 11 year old who has recently been introduced to Fg sex by her babysitter in “Nanny for a Night.” She has recently begun having sex with her mother as well. In fact, the entire family is very open with each other about sex, having orgies within the family that does not involve sex between the girls and their father, although he does watch them together and with their mother.

Lori: She is eight and loves the intimacy she has recently started with her entire family. She first had sex with Lynn, but that blossomed into much more once her overnight babysitter on their vacation became involved.

Serendipity, Chapter 29

  • Posted on September 13, 2015 at 1:51 pm

By Naughty Mommy

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

On their way to the San Diego Zoo that morning, Carol had thought again how nice it was for them to have the big conversion van for their trip. Now they could all ride together, four women and four girls going wherever they wanted in comfort. Veronica did most of the driving, with Stephanie in the front passenger seat, often acting as navigator. Carol, Stacie, and Kelly usually sat in the back along with the younger ones, Holly, Hailey, and Jordan.

The zoo was a blast. The little girls especially loved it, and the adults were impressed with the quality of the displays, how much they all learned, and how well cared for the animals seemed to be.

Kelly had as much fun as anyone else. But the real highlight of her day came late in the afternoon as they were getting ready to leave and stopped in at the gift shop for a quick look around. Her moms weren’t big on souvenirs, but maybe they’d find something nice. Kelly was browsing through the t-shirts when when she looked up and saw — omigod, it was that girl from the hotel, the tall brunette with the ponytail! And the long poky nipples!

She couldn’t really see her nipples now, but that didn’t matter. It was her! Omigod! Kelly had to say something to the girl. She couldn’t let an opportunity like this get away. But what could she say? No clue.

She had to say something, though, anything, so Kelly gathered up all her courage and walked over to her. “Hi, um, I think I saw… I mean, are you, like, staying at the hotel? There? The, um… Playa del Mar? Cuz we are. Too. Kind of.”

Kelly felt stupid, stammering like that, but at least she’d been brave enough to say something. And she was rewarded with a big smile from the older girl.

“Yeah, we are,” she nodded. “I remember, I saw you there yesterday, with those other girls, the three little ones, outside the —”

Gwen started to say ‘the ladies room’ but then stopped, blushing as she recalled why she’d been in such a hurry to get inside and what she’d done in there. “Um, I remember.”

“Yeah, um…” Now Kelly wasn’t sure what to say next. “We live, uh, in San Francisco.”

“Oh, do you? That’s cool. We live in Phoenix.” Gwen rolled her eyes. “That’s not so cool.”

Kelly giggled, but now she really had no idea what to say. So she just stood there, grinning like a fool.

Luckily, the other girl wasn’t a total dork like she was. She held out her hand. “My name’s Gwen.”

“Oh, hi, um, I’m Kelly.” She took the offered hand, again not sure what to do. But Gwen shook it firmly, and that felt good.

“How long are you guys here?”

“Oh, uh, until Saturday,” Kelly said. “Then we go back. Saturday morning we go back. We start back, I mean. We drove, so we have to drive back. It takes, like, um, a day and a half. To go. To drive, I mean.” When had she become so incoherent? She was talking like a nincompoop.

That didn’t seem to bother Gwen. She gave Kelly a super sweet smile. The younger girl melted inside.

“We’re going back on Sunday,” Gwen said. “I’m here with my mom and my sister. That’s them over there, looking at jewelry.”

Kelly looked and saw a really beautiful younger girl, maybe 11 or 12. The mom was very pretty too. Both of them were actually prettier than Gwen, but Kelly didn’t care. She liked this girl a lot.

“Are you here with your family?” Gwen asked.

“Yeah, uh, with my moms, I have two moms, and my sisters, they’re twins, and also my, um, my aunt and my cousin and, like, her little girl.”

“Wow, that’s a big group.”

“Yeah, we’re staying, um, we’re not actually staying at the hotel, not in the hotel, I mean. We’re in a condo, like, renting a condo, next to it.”

“Oh, that’s awesome. A condo, huh? Must be nice.”

“Yeah, it is. I guess.”

The mother and the sister approached them. “Are you ready to go, Gwen?” asked the woman.

“Yeah, just about. But, um, Mom, this is Kelly. Kelly, this is my mother, and my sister, Paige.”

“Hi, Kelly, it’s nice to meet you.” The woman held out her hand. “My name is Eve.”

Kelly took her hand. “Hi, uh, my name is Kelly.” She already knows that, you dork!

“They’re staying at the hotel too,” Gwen told her mom. “Or actually in a condo, like, next to the hotel.”

“Oh, that’s nice,” Eve smiled.

Veronica came up beside Kelly, resting a hand on her shoulder. “Hey, kiddo, making new friends?”

“Yeah, um, Mom, this is, uh, Eve, and Gwen, and um, Paige, right?”

The beautiful young brunette nodded and smiled.

Kelly’s mom held out her hand to Eve. “Hi, I’m Veronica.”

The women chatted briefly, and Stephanie soon joined them, along with the twins. More introductions were made.

Kelly moved off to the side, stepping close to Gwen. “Are you, um, gonna be there tomorrow? At the hotel, I mean, or at the beach? Cuz maybe we could, like, do something, or whatever.”

Maybe she was a dork, but at least she was a brave dork, asking this older girl practically on a date!

“Yeah, that would be cool,” Gwen nodded, giving Kelly another big smile that turned her insides to jelly. “I might have to, like, well, we have some other friends there. But it would be really great to do something, if we can. I’d like that. Why don’t you, um… we’re in Room 816, me and my sister. You can just call the hotel and ask for that room, right? And maybe we can get together.”

“Cool,” Kelly nodded. 816, 816, 816 — don’t forget that number!!!

The moms were starting to say goodbye, and Stephanie was off looking for Carol and Stacie and Jordan, to gather them up, so Kelly said, “Okay, um, I’ll call you, right?”

“Good,” Gwen smiled, and then actually winked at Kelly as they walked away. “Bye.”

She winked at me! Kelly’s heart was pounding. She was so happy she wanted to jump up and down and scream. But she managed to just clench her fists and smile in triumph. I did it, I talked to her. I did it!

“You like her, huh?” Veronica asked.

Kelly turned to look at her mom. She’d actually forgot that she was standing there. Kelly just nodded, still grinning from ear to ear.

“She’s cute, and she’s seems really nice. Great body too, super sexy.”

“Mom!!”

“I’m sorry,” Veronica chuckled, “I don’t mean to tease. I’m glad you could make friends with her, honey. She really does seem nice.”

She patted Kelly on the bottom, a comforting maternal touch. “We’re getting ready to go. Did you see anything here you really wanted?”

“No,” Kelly shook her head, almost adding ‘except her’, but didn’t actually say it.

Her mother seemed to sense what she was thinking, though, giving her a knowing look. “Okay. Come on, let’s go.”

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Tina had been surprised when they arrived at Angela’s reserved portion of the beach in front of the hotel to find that the area was now larger than it had been the day before, and there were more chairs. The short sections of fence, she saw, were movable, and apparently Angela was able to inform the hotel how much space she wanted and got it. She also observed that snack foods — chips and dips and a tray of raw vegetables, along with a basket of fruit and plenty of sodas for the kids — were already set out. That woman thinks of everything, Tina smiled to herself.

The moms put down their stuff and began arranging themselves in lounge chairs while the kids, chattering to each other the whole time, quickly stripped out of their clothes and down to their bathing suits. Bambi and Amanda were in matching tiny bikinis, not the same color, but exactly the same make and style. They looked adorable. Debby wore the same blue bikini she’d had on the day before, with the ‘cheeky’ cut in back. Erin was in a slimming one-piece suit, purple and gathered at the hips.

As she watched the girls reveal their lovely bodies, Sheila started getting excited again. That was nothing unusual for her — she went around in almost a perpetual state of sexual arousal — but the condition was heightened with the excitement of what they’d done the night before, and what might lie in store for them later that day.

What really got everyone’s attention, though, was when Fiona pulled off her shorts, then lifted her t-shirt over her head, and they discovered that she wasn’t wearing a bathing suit at all, but a thin white leotard. It was one she usually wore for ballet practice, sleeveless and with a scooped neckline. The garment was never meant to be worn in the water, of course, and as Sheila looked at her daughter, she realized that as soon as that leotard got wet, the 12-year-old’s sexy young body would be almost fully revealed for anyone and everyone to see.

Fiona was rewarded with oohs and ahhs from the moms and from the girls as well. It even made Erin decide to go in the ocean with the kids, at least for a little while. With her fair skin, she had to be careful about getting too much sun, but she would risk it for this. She asked her mother to rub an extra large amount of sunblock on her, which Sheila was happy to do. And then the girls tripped on down to the water, with Bambi and Amanda leading the way, giggling and holding hands. Debby was right behind them, and then Erin and Fiona, side by side.

Sheila sat down and immediately draped a beach towel over her waist, spreading her legs and sliding a hand under the towel. Angela glanced at her. “Off to an early start, huh?” she smiled.

“Can’t help it,” Sheila replied.

“No problem. Just enjoy yourself.” Angela patted the woman’s shoulder. Then she addressed the others, “Now, would anyone like some Long Island Iced Tea? We’ve got beer, as well, if you’d prefer that, and white wine too, quite a good Russian River Chardonnay.”

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Erin loved girls. She loved the way they looked, the way they moved, the way they talked, everything about them. She loved women too, especially her own mother, but really just about anyone with a pussy was attractive to her. She’d started masturbating at a fairly young age, experiencing her first orgasm when she was 9. Since then she’d masturbated almost every day, usually several times, and nearly always to fantasies about kissing and touching other girls.

Now, at age 15, Erin knew for sure that she was a lesbian, and she also knew that age was certainly not any barrier to her appreciation of girls and their bodies. She could look at a pretty 10-year-old, like Amanda, or Bambi, or even a 9-year-old, like Debby, and get excited. Nor was it a problem that Debby was her cousin, or that Fiona was her sister. That almost made it better.

And speaking of Fiona — omigod!! — as soon as the first good-size wave washed over them, it was like her sister suddenly got naked! The leotard became nearly transparent, letting Fiona’s cute breast buds show through, her little brown nipples sticking out, and down between her legs her smooth pussy was clearly visible. Wow, it was so hot. Erin started to wonder if maybe she should try the leotard trick herself on their next beach day.

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With their drinks served, Angela placed a chair facing partially toward the other women and sat down. “So,” she asked, “did everyone enjoy the party last night? That fashion show the kids put on really was sensational, I thought.”

“I’ll say it was,” nodded Sheila, rubbing her pussy faster.

Tina was surprised, and aroused, to see Sheila masturbating so openly in front of them. The private area they were in was secluded enough that people walking by probably wouldn’t be able to tell what she was doing, but it was perfectly obvious to anyone sitting near her. She didn’t think she would ever be brave enough to do that herself, but it was quite exciting just to watch.

“Yeah, that fashion show was great,” Bridget commented, taking another sip of ‘tea’. “It’s kind of amazing, getting all these girls together, seeing how well they get along, how they’ve bonded. Especially Bambi and Amanda, you’d think they were sisters.”

She smiled at Tina, who responded with a big grin, showing her dimples. “I know, Angela keeps calling them twins.”

Now, as Tina thought not only about how much the two girls looked alike, but how incredibly sexy it was to see them in bed together, naked and kissing, she felt an almost overpowering urge to touch herself. She was somehow able to resist, at least for the moment.

Then she saw that Angela was not resisting the urge. The tall blonde had lifted one foot up, placing it on her lounge chair, using her thigh to block the view from the open area toward the ocean. Glancing around, Tina realized that Angela apparently had selected her spot quite carefully, because between the fence on one side, and a large beach umbrella on the other side, and her leg now raised, the only people who could see what she was doing were Bridget and Sheila and her.

“Oh my gosh…” Tina heard herself say. The words just came out, involuntarily, as she saw Angela pull the bottom of her scanty bikini aside and begin rubbing her bare labia.

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“Did Angela’s suit yesterday make you think of that?” Erin asked Fiona, pointing to the now transparent leotard.

“Uh-huh,” the cute brunette nodded, grinning happily as another wave foamed around them.

“God, it’s great. You look sooo sexy.”

And it was true. Erin couldn’t take her eyes of her little sister’s body. She wanted her very badly. Although they’d been naked together the night before and done some touching, they hadn’t really had sex with each other yet, not the way Erin wanted.

So she said to Fiona, “You know what?”

“What?”

“I really want to fuck you.”

“You do?”

“Oh my god, yes!”

Laughing, Fiona grabbed her sister’s face in her hands and kissed her on the lips. Erin wrapped her arms around the younger girl and pulled their bodies together, shoving her tongue into Fiona’s mouth. She didn’t care who saw them or what they thought.

Bambi and Amanda and Debby were playing nearby, the three girls jumping up and down in the water, splashing each other, their tiny bikinis barely staying on. But when Amanda saw Erin and Fiona kissing, she wanted to do what they were doing. She grabbed Bambi the same way and the two 10-year-olds shared a long wet kiss in the waves with Debby watching.

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“When I was younger, when we were kids,” Bridget murmured, “we used to masturbate together all the time, didn’t we, Shiel?”

Sheila didn’t reply. Her eyes were closed, her face flushed. It looked like she was getting close. But when Tina heard the remark, she glanced at Bridget and noticed that she also now had a towel draped over her middle and was obviously rubbing her pussy.

Well, that’s it, Tina said to herself. If everyone here is doing it, then I will too. She looked all around, making sure that there was no way anyone else could see, and then slid a hand inside the bottom of her bikini after first laying a cover-up over her crotch. She didn’t want to hide it too much, she wanted the other women to know what she was doing, but she certainly wasn’t ready to go as far as Angela — who was actually spreading her pussy lips apart and pushing two fingers inside her dripping cunt with nothing concealing it!!

Angela groaned in pleasure as she pressed her fingers deep inside. The blonde licked her lips and began fucking herself, then said to Bridget, “You used to masturbate together?”

“Uh-huh.”

“When you were how old?”

“Um, let’s see, starting when I was, I think 8 and Sheila was 12, except I wasn’t able to, you know, to finish then. Not until I was 10. That’s when I… came the first time. But from when I was around 11 until I was 15, we did it all the time, practically every night.”

“Do you still do it now?” Angela asked.

“Well, no, not until just yesterday afternoon… that was the first time we did it since we were kids. It was so hot.” The memory of it, of climaxing in Sheila’s kitchen with her sister watching, was extremely erotic. Bridget rubbed her clit faster.

“You guys masturbated together yesterday afternoon?” Tina said. It excited her to think of sisters doing that, playing with themselves and looking at each other. She’d never had a sister and wondered, if she had, what they might have done together.

“Yeah, we did,” Bridget panted. It appeared that she was getting close too.

“Were your daughters there?” asked Angela.

“What? Um, no, the girls were still at the beach, and —”

A sudden loud gasp followed by a deep moan told them that Sheila was coming. Tina looked over at her. The woman now had both hands between her legs, her thighs squeezing together under the towel, her body shuddering and straining as she climaxed. A sharp wet slapping sound made Tina turn the other way just in time to see Angela reach orgasm as well, two fingers plunging in and out of her cunt.

My god, it was unbelievable to have all this sex happening right around her, on the beach, in public! Even with all the competing scents — the smell of the ocean, their skin lotion, someone grilling on a nearby barbecue — she still could easily detect the delicious aroma of pussy. It made her want to come too. She pushed a finger inside herself, her thumb tickling her clit. It wouldn’t be long.

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“Sorry, but I think I have to go in now,” Erin told Fiona. They’d just finished another nice long kiss. Both girls were breathing hard. “I don’t want to, but I really should.”

“Oh, darn, are you sure?”

“Yeah, I can already feel my skin getting hot. And not just from kissing you, either,” she giggled. Fiona laughed with her.

“Well, okay.”

Erin started wading back up toward the beach, while Fiona went to join Debby and Bambi and Amanda in their play. Soon the four of them were taking turns giving each other piggyback rides in the waves, with the girls on top often aggressively rubbing themselves against the other girls, humping them. It was fun and arousing at the same time.

—————

Sheila raised a hand to her mouth, licking her wet fingers, tasting herself. Slowly she opened her eyes. She smiled as she saw that Angela was doing almost the same thing, sucking two fingers that obviously had just been deep inside her. Then she realized that the sexy blonde was fully exposed, making no attempt to hide her naked pussy from the view of the other women — nor, as it turned out, from the view of Sheila’s teenage daughter Erin, who had arrived after running quickly up across the hot sand.

Erin took a good long look at Angela, gazing at her crotch. The two of them smiled at each other. Then Erin bent down and kissed her mom. This was not simply an affectionate familial kiss, either. They were both using tongues.

Tina was amazed. Had she crossed into some kind of parallel universe where the old rules didn’t apply? Where everybody just openly accepted public sex? Not to mention lesbian incest? She didn’t mind at all, of course, it made her even more excited. She was on the edge now, almost ready to come, but she wanted to ask them, she had to know.

“Do you, um, do you guys…?” She wasn’t really sure how to say it, but that didn’t matter. Everyone knew what she was talking about.

Bridget turned toward Tina, licking her lips. The woman’s eyes were glazed, her face shiny with perspiration. She lifted the towel that was covering her lap. Her legs were open, suit bottom tugged to the side. Tina could see her dripping wet pussy, her fingers pushing inside.

Nodding, Bridget said, “Uh-huh, we do, all of us. Two moms and three daughters. We all fuck each other.”

“God!!” Tina was climaxing. And then Bridget was too, right after her.

Continue on to Chapter 30

An Afternoon’s Delight, Part Two

  • Posted on September 12, 2015 at 10:17 am

By JetBoy

I can’t exactly remember how I got there, only that I’m somehow seated in a nearby chair, drinking in huge gulps of the cool, clear afternoon air. My eyes slowly flutter open, and there is my Cinnamon, standing before me with both hands clasped shyly before her. Mom’s arms are wrapped around my baby’s thin waist.

“I love you, Mommy!” squeals Cinnamon, the nude little imp climbing into my lap and squirming deliciously against me. “That was even more fun than I had with Susie!” She peers up at me, blushing. “Can we kiss some more? Pretty please?”

Our mouths seem to drift together, and I sigh in happy disbelief as my daughter feeds me her tongue. I respond, kissing the girl with a passion that warms my soul.

And then there is my mother, perched on the arm of the chair, the heat of her mouth brushing my neck. I turn to her, and she crushes her lips to mine, cupping my face between both hands and fucking me with a probing tongue. I lose myself in Mom’s embrace, letting her have me.

Then she breaks away, turning to stare lustfully at Cinnamon, and their mouths slowly come together. I marvel at the sight of my own mother and daughter, French kissing like the most ardent of lovers. I can already feel my desire reawakening, as if the earthshaking orgasm I’d just been nailed by had been scarcely more than a tremor.

Their lips gently part, and Mom glances at each of us in turn. “So,” she murmurs, a curious gleam in her eyes, “who’s Susie?”

My child blushes and giggles, and suddenly seems to be very interested in a patch of grass near her feet. I answer: “She’s Cinnamon’s best friend… though you could say that Susie is, well, her first lover.”

My daughter peers at me as she mulls over this bit of information… then a huge smile appears on her face. “Wow, yeah…” she whispers. “That’s so cool!”

Mom laughs, placing a hand on Cinnamon’s neck, lightly stroking her granddaughter’s soft skin. “Well, that’s very sweet…” Her hand slips down my child’s chest, fingers brushing her tiny nipples. “…and you’re truly a lucky little lady. By my count, you have three lovers now.”

“Ah, yes,” I reply, grinning hugely. “I think you’re right.”

Cinnamon glances from me to Mom and back again, puzzled for a heartbeat or two. Then she squeals in giddy delight, throwing both arms around my neck and hugging me, sobbing, “Yes, yes, yes, yes!” Before I can draw a breath she’s sliding from my lap and racing to her grandmother to embrace her every bit as tightly, burying her face in Mom’s generous breasts.

My mother nuzzles Cinnamon’s light blond hair, reaching down to squeeze her cute little bottom. Then, with a gentle pat, Mom straightens. “Come, ladies… let’s move this party indoors.”

I stand on somewhat unsteady legs, and we three march naked into my mother’s house, leaving our clothes and swimsuits scattered around the pool.

Mom leads the way, giving Cinnamon and I a good look at her shapely ass. My mother is a still-sexy forty-six, having had me after getting pregnant as a high school sophomore. She’s built like one of those nudes in a Renaissance painting — lively, luscious and full-figured.

Her buttocks are moving enticingly as she mounts the stairs, and my daughter and I exchange a mischievous glance when we catch each other staring. “Look at Grandma’s bottom!” she whispers excitedly.

I can’t help but agree. Few things thrill me more than a woman’s sexy ass, and I was already imagining burying my face between Mom’s cheeks and licking her butt crack. Soon, I promised myself.

I grin at my daughter. “We had a saying, back when I was a teenager,” I tell her, my eyes shifting back to Carol’s jiggling rump. “It went, ‘Do fries go with that shake’?”

Cinnamon grins back. “She’s bootylicious!”

As we reach the top of the staircase, Mom studies us with folded arms, a mock-scowl on her lips and a twinkle in her eyes. “If you youngsters are finished passing racy comments on my ass, we’ve got business to attend to.” She leads us into her bathroom, pointing to the shower. “You’re not getting that oil on my Versace sheets.”

I roll my eyes in amusement as we pile inside, Mom bringing up the rear.

Three people in a shower designed for one is a pretty tight squeeze, but it can be a marvelous experience if you’re into it. And we are definitely into it.

Mom pops open a bottle of orange body wash, and the air quickly fills with the scent of citrus as we slather one another with the stuff. And then the fun really gets started.

How delicious it is, the three of us carrying on like horny school kids in the shower; bodies slipping and sliding together in a tangle of sweet-smelling flesh, hands wandering freely. Cinnamon demands more kisses, so Mom and I take turns reaming her pretty little mouth with our tongues. But everyone gets their share of attention in a steamy lesbian make-out session that quickly sharpens our appetites for a further round of fun and games — to be resumed in Mom’s bed.

We emerge, our bodies glowing pinkly, and take turns toweling one another dry before Cinnamon squeals “Come on!” racing into my mother’s adjoining boudoir. She leaps onto Mom’s unmade bed and jumps up and down impatiently as we grownups follow. “Come on come on come on come on!”

“Little imp,” growls Mom, scooping a giggling Cinnamon into both arms and waltzing her around the room, rocking her to and fro a few times like an infant before throwing her back on the bed. My little girl shrieks with delighted laughter as she bounces, then falls silent, staring eagerly at Mom.

Absently letting her towel drop to the carpet, my mother climbs onto the bed, staring into Cinnamon’s eyes, desire written plainly on her face as she reaches out for my daughter’s hand. She tugs the little girl into her arms, enfolding her in a warm embrace. My child tilts her head back to gaze adoringly at her grandmother, then closes her eyes, waiting to be kissed.

I quietly seat myself at the end of the bed, heart thumping at the enchanting sight of my mother and ten-year-old child coming together as lovers. Mom bends down to claim Cinnamon’s mouth with her own, and they kiss gently, lingeringly. Then my daughter’s tongue emerges to play, and Mom sucks at the fluttering pink tip.

Things heat up rather quickly at that point. Suddenly my mother is groping Cinnamon’s bottom and tongue-fucking her childish mouth, while my little girl’s hands explore Mom’s breasts, plucking at the engorged nipples.

Then my daughter is peering back over her shoulder at me, her eyes positively dancing. “Come play with us, Mommy!”

“In a minute, honey,” I reply. “I want to watch you and your grandmother for a little while.”

“Okay,” Cinnamon coos, turning back to Carol and throwing both arms around her neck. They kiss again, and I thrill to the sight of the lustful heat that flows between woman and child, watching their tongues meet and mingle. Then Mom slowly falls back onto the bed, carrying Cinnamon with her.

I’m gently fingering my cunt while my child and my mother make love, rolling about on the bed; their hands eagerly exploring one another’s nude bodies as they kiss again and again.

Then Mom is on her back, and Cinnamon wriggles on top of her, announcing, “Stay still, Grandma, and don’t move… it’s my turn, I get to do stuff to you now!” Her jaw is firmly set, her voice insistent.

My mother laughs joyously, relaxing back into the sheets. “How can I say no?” she coos, stroking my child’s bare back. “I can’t resist you, my sweet little nymph.”

“You better not even try!” Cinnamon growls. She squirms down Mom’s body like a slippery pink fish, fastening her mouth to a generous breast.

“Jesus,” my mother moans, cradling Cinnamon to her.

My child sucks at the left nipple, then the right; fondling Mom’s breasts with both hands while she nurses. I can feel a deep pulse in my cunt that builds to a roar as I anticipate my darling Cinnamon loving me in the same forbidden way.

Then she is leaving a trail of open-mouthed kisses down her grandmother’s body, pausing to dart her tongue into Carol’s belly button. Mom gasps in surprise, eyes popping open for an instant; then they drift shut as she murmurs, “Silly girl.”

Grinning, my daughter continues downward, nuzzling Mom’s tummy and lower until she is lying between her grandmother’s thighs, staring at her juicy cunt. Cinnamon moistens her lips, then presses her mouth into the generous tuft of Mom’s pubes.

This is no tentative, cautious licking. My little girl is going down on Carol with everything she has, eating pussy and loving it. Her blissful humming and the wet, slurping sounds Cinnamon makes become a lustful music that perfectly accompanies her grandmother’s moans and cries. Mom’s fingers are tangled in Cinnamon’s golden tresses, holding my daughter’s face to her sex as she whispers “Sweet child… oh God — oh God I love you…”

Then my mother’s eyes flutter open, meeting mine. “C-come here, Angela,” she pants, “right now. I want to… to taste your cunt.”

I quickly crawl toward Carol, moving on all fours until I’m kneeling beside her. Without a word I straddle her face, slowly lowering my sex to Mom’s open mouth. I’m dripping wet and ready for her, but still feel a surprising jolt of ecstasy when she hits me with that first kiss, then thrusts her tongue deep into my hole.

“Fuck, Mom!” I exclaim, parting my thighs even wider for this delicious penetration.

I am bowed forward while I ride her mouth, taking in the incredible sight of my ten-year-old Cinnamon performing cunnilingus on her grandmother. Her eyes are glazed with pleasure, her nose buried in the dark curls of Carol’s bush. It’s lesbianism, incest and pedophilia tangled up in one glorious knot of taboo sexuality, and I’ve never witnessed anything so beautiful.

Wanting to share in my baby’s happiness, I lie down on top of Mom, pressing my breasts into her belly as I bring my face to within a few inches of my daughter’s. “I love you, Cinnamon,” I breathe, on the verge of joyful tears as I gaze upon my dreamy-eyed child.

Cinnamon lifts her face from my mother’s vulva, her mouth and chin shiny with moisture, and we meet in a heated kiss that has my head reeling. My daughter and I swap tongues, sharing the sharp, sweet tang of Carol’s cunt between us. Breaking away, she gasps “I love you too, Mommy!” then burrows between her grandmother’s legs once more.

Mom’s mouth is doing incredible things to my pussy, her tongue circling the entrance, pausing occasionally to flick at my clitoris. It’s clear that she is well versed in the art of lesbian love, and I wonder how the secret of her passion for women could have eluded my notice for so very long.

Cinnamon’s lips are glued to Mom’s cunt, so I allow my fingers to join in the action, seeking out the fleshy nub of Carol’s clitoris. A shudder races through her body in response. I feel Mom’s finger pressing against my rosebud, seeking entrance. I’m already moist there, so she penetrates my anus easily, with one smooth stroke.

The very breath seems to rush from my lungs as my mother’s finger pushes inside — and it somehow becomes a strangled cry as a convulsive orgasm comes down, smashes into me like a crumbling wall.

I am shaking helplessly when I come, especially my arms and legs — but somehow I manage to keep rubbing Mom’s clit. And then she is climaxing along with me, her body bucking beneath mine as she moans into my vulva. Through blurred eyes I glimpse Cinnamon’s head moving along with my mother’s churning hips; my little girl hanging on tightly, still eating Grandma’s pussy.

I ride the pounding waves of ecstasy as far as they will take me, then drift back to shore dazed and concussed, sprawled atop my mother’s soft, womanly frame. She lies nearly motionless beneath me, her breath warm against my still-tingling sex and the length of her finger still buried in my rectum. Cinnamon is nuzzling my face, whispering fervent declarations of love. Then she crawls to the head of the bed to do the same for her grandmother, idly caressing my ass while she kisses Mom.

It takes my mother and I a moment to collect ourselves after ecstasy of such magnitude, and once we catch our breath, Carol and I turn our attention to my darling daughter. We trap Cinnamon between us, showering her with caresses. Needless to say, my ten-year-old proves to be a most willing prisoner.

Mom has yet to taste Cinnamon’s pussy, and very much wants to, so she lies between my baby’s thighs and begins to lavish affection on her bare slit. As for me, I hold the child in my arms, fondling as much of her as I can reach, kissing her little-girl mouth again and again. My fingers tease her nipples, then lightly pinch them.

Cinnamon is placid at first, purring like a newborn kitten as Mom and I make love to her. Soon, though, she is squirming in my grasp, mewling helplessly in the grip of her mounting pleasure. She moans into our kissing, her tongue tangling sweetly with mine. Then she breaks away, burying her face against my shoulder, panting furiously. Her fingernails bite into my skin where she clutches me.

I glance down the length of Cinnamon’s body for a glimpse of my mother as she licks and kisses her granddaughter’s vagina. I’m struck by how happy she looks, as if there was no place she’d rather be but in bed with me and my child. Suddenly I wonder if this is the first time Carol has made love to a little girl.

My thoughts are interrupted by my daughter’s wild cry, torn from her body as she seizes up in orgasm. She falls away from me, body arching from the bed, little fists snatching at the sheets while Mom suckles her clitoris.

On impulse, I begin to lick at her nipples, bathing the tiny pink buds with my tongue. Cinnamon throws her arms around my neck, clutching me tightly to her flat chest, panting “Oh, Mommy, f-feels so good Mommy oh oh yes OHHHH!” Her voice rises to a sharp squeal, then she goes steel-rigid for a few seconds before collapsing limply into my embrace.

I cradle my naked little girl to me, calming her, brushing the bangs from her damp face. Mom crawls up from the foot of the bed to lie on the other side of Cinnamon, and we hug my precious ten-year-old between us. Carol’s mouth is sticky with my daughter’s essence, and I lean over Cinnamon to lick at my mother’s lips, eager for a taste. Placing a hand upon the back of my head, Mom crushes her mouth to mine in a hot, hungry kiss.

Finally we part, the two of us out of breath and staring into one another’s flushed faces. I see something in Mom’s eyes that tells me that we’ve shared something more than just lesbian sex, and the golden warmth I feel in the pit of my belly seems to be in agreement. Am I falling in love with her? I wonder.

I look down at my daughter, still nestled cozily between Mom and me… only to find her wearing a sulky expression, thrusting out her lower lip. “Don’t I get any kisses?” she pouts.

My mother and I exchange a glance and a quick grin; then we pounce at the same instant on my suddenly giggling little girl, the two of us kissing her face over and over again until Cinnamon howls with laughter, finally begging us to stop.

We three lie snuggled together, blissfully content. The bedroom window is open, and sounds of the dimming afternoon drift through. There are still a few birds chirping, and the faint voices of playing children can be heard down the street. A lawnmower sputters into action, dies with a cough, then starts again.

My hand is resting on Cinnamon’s bottom, and I lazily cup a small, soft cheek. She gently nuzzles my breast, and I feel a surge of adoration for my child that warms me from head to toe. I’m in love with her, too, I tell myself. What a situation.

My reverie is interrupted when my daughter suddenly lifts her head up to announce, “I’m hungry.”

Kids. I roll my eyes in amusement — then pause as I realize how long it’s been since lunch. And we’ve just had quite the workout, after all. Hmmm… yes, it’s definitely time for what Winnie-the-Pooh calls “a little something.”

I raise my head to look questioningly at Mom. She glances from Cinnamon to me, then back again. With an affectionate laugh, she rises to her feet, stretches languidly, then smiles. “Come with me, ladies.”

Still naked, we three troop downstairs to the kitchen where, amidst much jollity, we manage to fill a large serving tray with sliced fruit, cubes of several different cheeses, and rounds of bread cut from a long fluted loaf. Mom selects a good Cabernet, Cinnamon unearths a bottle of grape juice from the cluttered refrigerator, and I grab three glasses before we march back up to the bedroom in the merriest of moods.

Mom takes a quilt from the closet and spreads it over the bed, and we hungrily tuck into our improvised feast. Soon we begin to feed one another with our fingers, which quickly becomes a sensual game as we alternate nibbles of cheese and fruit with kisses. Mom dabs my nipple with a wine-moistened finger, then bends to lick it… and Cinnamon and I pass a chunk of apple back and forth with our tongues.

Finally, our bellies satisfied, we sprawl out on the bed and discuss what we’ve done this afternoon; how it might affect our lives as a family. I admit to feeling a bit apprehensive about entering into a sexual relationship with my mother and child, while Cinnamon wonders if I could really “be my mommy and my girlfriend at the same time.”

None of us are sure what the future will hold, but there is one point upon which all of us agree: come what may, we want to remain lovers. What we’d just shared in the heat of sexual intimacy was much too good, too precious to give up.

That established, we relax and begin to regale one another with tales of our lesbian experiences.

Mom goes first, describing how she had been seduced by one of her best friends at the tender age of sixteen. From then on, she preferred women as her sexual partners, but dabbled with men occasionally. My father, who she’d met in college, had actually known of her bisexuality from the start, and had allowed her to take female lovers, as long as she was discreet about it — which, as it transpired, included keeping her lesbian affairs a secret from me while I was growing up.

Dad had been killed in a ski-lift accident when I was nineteen, and it had been rough on Mom and myself, as we’d both adored him. “He was the only guy I ever loved that way,” she sighs, pausing for a sip of wine. After that all her relationships were with women, and out of respect for Dad’s memory she continued to keep her lesbian life private.

As it turns out, all the women in Mom’s tennis club are either gay or bi, even the married ones. Their little group is just a very clandestine way for my mother and her friends to indulge their sapphic cravings in our conservative community. That, by the way, was how Mom had learned of my own taste for females: a couple of years earlier, I’d had a brief fling with a young temp I met at the office, this fiery little punk girl who rocked my universe for two tempestuous weeks. That girl just happened to be the daughter of one of Mom’s tennis club fuck-buddies. Small world.

Then it’s my turn to speak. I tell Mom and Cinnamon of how I’d explored lesbian sex with more than a few girls during my years as a business major; even revealing a few of the kinkier things I’d done, like the day I went without panties and flashed my Women’s Studies professor during class. She got so flustered that she dropped a stack of graded essays that she was handing back to the other girls. But she paid me back with interest for my impertinence later, handcuffing me to the radiator in her office and giving me the fucking of my life with an eight-inch vibrator.

Finally, Mom and I listen raptly while my little girl describes what it was like to learn kissing with her friend Susie; how they had undressed, then bashfully touched one another’s nude bodies. Now her mind is buzzing with ideas about what she can teach her friend the next time they get together.

All this talk of matters sexual has revived our slumbering desires, and so we three come together once more to make love. This time we take things slowly, the reckless excitement of our first encounter replaced by a languid warmth that moves me to the verge of joyful tears. I can tell that my mother and daughter are just as overwhelmed as I from this big, beautiful thing we have found. We all somehow climax together, sharing a mutual orgasm that felt like a benediction from on high.

Mom insists that Cinnamon and I stay the night — as if we’d had any intention of leaving! — so, happy but weary, we slip beneath the love-warmed sheets, exchanging hugs and some extremely passionate kisses before turning out the lights.

I fall asleep quickly, snuggled closely to my new lovers.

*****

Five years have passed since that amazing afternoon… and incredibly enough, the three of us are still sexually intimate. We are free to make love with whoever we please, of course; but my mother, my daughter and I always seem to gravitate back to one another.

Mom has introduced me to the ladies of her tennis club, and I’ve become an enthusiastic participant in their fun and games. In fact, my mother has shared me with her friends more than a few times. Just last month, we had a little party where I served the club members while dressed in nothing but a bow tie and a thong, and Mom offered me up to the ladies as their submissive sex toy for the entire evening. All five women, my mother included, had their wicked way with me; and I came more times than I could count.

Yes, Mom has unearthed and nurtured that side of me that loves to be dominated. Now she is my mistress just as much as a parent. Several months after our first time together, Cinnamon and I moved out of the poky apartment where we lived and into Mom’s house, where I can truly belong to the strong, beautiful woman who gave birth to me.

Actually, I have another mistress as well: my daughter Cinnamon, who is now an exquisite teenager of fifteen. She has developed a serious taste for dominant sex herself — I guess the gene skipped a generation — and she and I often get up to some very twisted antics together.

Last night, after she finished her homework, Cinnamon called me up to her room and ordered me to strip, then climb onto her bed and lie face down. She tied my wrists and ankles to the oaken bedposts, then teased me with her fingers, lips and tongue until I wanted to scream. I couldn’t, though — my daughter had not given permission to talk. Finally, Cinnamon took pity on me and put on this lovely strap-on cock I’d purchased for her at our town’s only adult sex store, paused to dab a bit of Vaseline on my anus and fucked my ass until I fainted from sheer, unbridled ecstasy.

When I came to, she unfastened my bonds and held me tenderly in her arms, where we whispered vows of devotion and shared the sweetest of kisses. You see, although I’m often used as a personal plaything by Cinnamon, she truly adores me… and the rough, demanding pleasure she gives her mommy is the most wonderful way I know of for my child to show her love.

Most people would be horrified by the secret life I lead with my mother and daughter. They hear the word incest and refuse to let themselves see the wondrous possibilities of a life like mine. The loss is theirs. Honestly, I consider myself blessed.

*****

This story was adapted and vastly expanded from a very short but extremely hot vignette by one-time Leslita author Luvcameltoes, entitled Intergenerational Story. My fervent thanks to that writer for the inspiration.

An Afternoon’s Delight, Part One

  • Posted on September 12, 2015 at 10:00 am

By JetBoy

It’s a hot August day, and I’m sitting on the patio outside my mother Carol’s house, whiling away the afternoon while Mom is off playing tennis with her friends. My ten-year-old daughter Cinnamon is nearby, splashing playfully in the swimming pool as I lounge in a striped deckchair, sunbathing in a skimpy bikini.

The summer sun warms my oiled body, giving me a sweet tingling between the legs. Almost without thinking, I press my thumb against the thin material covering my pussy. A prickle of pleasure wafts through me, and I begin to fondle myself more intently, fingers snaking between my thighs to brush a now throbbing clitoris.

Suddenly I realize that my little girl is standing right next to me, clearly curious as to what I’m up to. I glance down to see the crotch of my bikini bottoms pushed to one side, revealing my shaved slit.

“What’re you doing, Mommy?” Cinnamon asks, her head tilted to one side.

I raise my head, studying my daughter. She is an adorable, gazelle- like creature, still wet from the pool in her two-piece bathing outfit. Her sapphire-blue eyes are wide as she watches me, and I quickly adjust my suit. For a fleeting instant, I catch a glimpse of what looks like… disappointment on Cinnamon’s face. Is she really that interested in seeing my pussy?

Despite my display of modesty, the arousal I’m feeling is now even stronger. I don’t know why, but I’m kind of turned on at the thought of my little girl watching me pleasure myself. I’m bisexual, with a strong preference for women and a secret craving for young girls, but I’ve never been sexually aroused by Cinnamon before. Well, almost never.

I gently tell her, “Mommy is just making herself feel good, baby.”

She ponders this for a moment, nibbling at her lower lip, then says, “I do that, too. Susie showed me how.”

Susie? Stunned, I slowly sit up in the chair, mind racing. Susie was Cinnamon’s best friend, and they were close, but I had no idea that they had been exploring their bodies together.

“What… what kinds of things did she show you?” I keep my voice casual, not wanting to startle Cinnamon with my eagerness to know more.

An apprehensive look flutters across her face, as if she suddenly realizes that she’s said too much. Placing a hand on her arm, I give it a comforting squeeze. “It’s all right, honeybunch… there’s nothing wrong with you and Susie playing that way. In fact, that’s one of the nicest things that girls can do together.” I smile warmly. “So… what else happened?”

Shy but willing, my daughter continues. “Well… she, um, taught me how to kiss… for when we get boyfriends, you know? With tongues and everything.” She grins, her cheeks turning a lovely pink. “It felt weird, at first… but I liked it!”

My heart is pounding, though I manage to keep my cool. “That sounds nice, honey. My best friend was the one who showed me how to kiss, too.” Actually, we went much further than kissing, but Cinnamon didn’t need to know that just yet.

“Really? Did she… touch you, too?” coos Cinnamon. “Me and Susie did that.”

Oh, my God, this is incredible. I’m dying to hear everything, but don’t want to seem too excited. “Did you undress first?” I ask.

Cinnamon nods, her eyes wide. “How’d you know that, Mommy?”

I grin. “Oh, that’s what girls do, when they get together to play… private games.” I touch Cinnamon’s bare shoulder. “Go on, tell me more about what you little imps got up to!”

She sways to and fro, her hands clasped before her, now happy to share her secret. “We just snuggled with our clothes off, and we kissed a lot. Then we took turns” — her voice dropped to a whisper — “touching each other’s kitty!” She giggles, pleased with her boldness. “I… I really liked doing that, Mommy.”

By now, I’m so fucking hot from picturing my little girl playing lesbian games with her cute little friend that I have to get myself off — I have to! And since Cinnamon is no stranger to this kind of activity, I see no reason why she can’t see Mommy make herself feel good.

“Honey,” I begin, “I’m feeling all warm down in my own kitty, just from hearing about you and Susie… and, um, I sort of need to touch myself some more.” I swallow, then add, “You can watch, if you’d like.”

Cinnamon’s eyes are absolutely huge. She slowly nods. “Okay…”

She perches at the bottom of my deck recliner, utterly fascinated as she watches me slip a hand inside my bikini bottoms and begin to masturbate. Her eyes are riveted to my fingers as they move beneath the thin material.

God, I don’t know why, but this is getting me hotter by the minute. I am so wet and turned on with my little girl observing me that I stop to tug my bikini bottoms off, then drop them to one side. Then I figure why not, and take my top off too. Now naked, I part my thighs and slide a finger deep into my honeypot.

I’m a little worried about the possibility of freaking Cinnamon out, but a glance confirms that my daughter is totally into this, watching eagerly as I pleasure myself. In fact, her hand steals up to her chest, absently touching her budding breasts through the bikini top she wears. I nearly moan out loud when Cinnamon brushes her nipples with the tips of her fingers, and I could swear that I see them stiffen before my eyes. I suddenly imagine myself sucking them, feeling my baby’s nipples swell in my mouth.

God in heaven, I’m seeing my own child as a sexual creature — and, for the first time, as an object of forbidden desire.

I can’t believe what I’m thinking, even as the idea is flitting about in my head like a trapped bird, but there it is, waiting for me to make it real. I know how utterly wrong this craving is, honestly I do. But I also find myself imagining how wonderful it would be for my little girl to discover love with her mother. We adore each other already… why couldn’t she and I take our relationship one step further? Somehow, at this instant, it all makes perfect sense.

Heart pounding, knowing that I’m crossing a dangerous line, I whisper, “Honey… do you want to help Mommy feel good?”

Her face lights up, and she excitedly says “Sure!”

I motion her closer, taking her hand, then bring it to my lips to kiss her palm, whispering, “I love you, baby.” My gaze never leaving hers, I draw that hand between my thighs, placing it on my mons. “See, now… this is where you came from, just ten years ago.”

My daughter’s lips are parted, a look of wonder on her face. “You feel warm, Mommy!” Her fingers are tentatively exploring my sex, and it feels so good that I’m seeing stars.

Biting my lip, I manage to say, “That’s because I’m all excited, sweetheart… and when you touch me this way you excite me, you know — very much.”

“Wow,” she breathes, her hand still lightly fondling my vulva.

“Here, honey,” I murmur, “let me show you something else you can do.” I carefully position two of Cinnamon’s fingers at the entrance to my vagina, then slowly ease them inside.

“Mommy,” my child breathes, practically shivering with excitement.

Cinnamon’s fingers are buried in me, deep as they can go… and I grip her hand tightly for a moment, marveling at how lovely they feel. Then I release her, settling back into the deck chair. “Good… very good. N-now move your fingers in and out, baby.”

Cinnamon begins slowly at first, but soon her wrist is moving steadily, fingers pumping in and out of my cunt. It feels so fucking good — but I can take more.

I place a shaking hand on my daughter’s arm to stop her, taking a deep breath to steady myself before I speak. “Cinnamon, honey… you know, your whole hand c-can fit into Mommy’s pussy, if you push it inside slowly.” Cupping her face, I whisper, “Will you do that for me? ”

She nods eagerly, her eyes alight with excitement.

I lie back and spread myself open for her. Cinnamon presses into me, her brow furrowed as she concentrates. A moan escapes me as her knuckles slide past the vaginal ring, and then, suddenly, she is inside. Oh, my goodness.

I close my eyes and push back against her hand, gradually taking her up to the wrist. My body is vibrating with tiny tremors, as if an earthquake was massing in my center. She is bent over me, absorbed in her work; and I can feel her breath caress my clit.

In a shaky voice I tell her to make a fist, gasping in disbelief as she does. Then I breathe, “Okay, honey… now, move your hand forward and back, just like you were doing with your fingers. Start slowly, though.”

She begins, and I moan ecstatically at the unimaginable fullness I feel, a deep-banked mixture of pain and pleasure that is too intense for words. My baby’s hands are dainty and very elegant, but all I know at that moment is that her little fist is bigger than any cock I’ve ever had inside me.

With trembling lips I stammer, “Okay, Cinnamon… you can g-go faster now.”

Her pace gradually accelerates, and I want to scream at how utterly divine it is. My body is alive like never before as I buck against my little girl’s probing hand. No lover has ever fisted me before, and it feels incredible.

“That’s it, b-baby, twist your hand… and… and… oh yes! YES! Oh Cinnamon that’s so good!” I gasp.

“I love how you smell, Mommy!” my little girl pants, her face inches from my cunt as she works her hand around inside.

Then the craziest impulse hits me, and I find myself wondering just how far I can get my daughter to go.

“Cinnamon, h-honey,” I stammer, unable to believe what I’m on the verge of asking, “Would you like to – ooh, that’s so nice — do you want to make Mommy feel even b-better than this?”

Her eyes are sparkling with excitement. “Yes, Mommy,” she coos, her hand still buried deep inside me. “What do I do?”

I place a finger against my clitoris. “Lick me, honey, right here. If you like the way it smells, you’ll love how I taste.” I bring a wet finger to my lips and suck at it. “Mmmm… it’s yummy.”

My daughter, wide-eyed with curiosity, moves closer to my sex. She gives my clit a timid swipe with her tongue, and I moan out loud. “Oh, yes, baby… oh, yes.”

Clearly liking the taste, Cinnamon begins to lick me with growing enthusiasm. She’s so focused on this new task that her thrusts have ceased, but that hardly matters — every tiny movement of my baby’s hand has my head reeling, and the sensation of her warm tongue teasing my clitoris is positively electric. I’m shivering from head to toe, breathing in frantic gasps.

I place a shaking hand on my daughter’s head. “That’s it, honey! Now… nibble at it a little bit! Oh yes, honey! You’re Mommy’s sweet little girl…” I lean back in my chair, head spinning, edging toward an unimaginable orgasm. Cinnamon has progressed from licking my clit to sucking at the inflamed tip, and her hand is beginning to churn about inside me again.

“Oh, my God,” I suddenly hear from a few feet away.

I sit upright, my daughter’s hand still stuffed deep in my vagina — and go rigid with horror.

My mother Carol towers above us in a white tennis outfit, an indecipherable look on her face. Jesus… she wasn’t supposed to be home for two more hours!

Mom has caught me having sex with my little girl. My life is over.

I quickly look away, my pulse galloping as Cinnamon removes her hand from me with a slurping sound. There’s a roaring in my ears, a cold slab of ice in my belly.

I wait for my mother to explode in rage, but the storm fails to materialize. Somehow I force my gaze up to meet hers, and get another shock when I see… she’s smiling!?

Mom turns to my daughter, who’s sitting frozen, hands clutched in her lap, on the verge of frightened tears.

“Cinnamon,” Carol gently asks, “are you and your mommy having fun?”

“Uh-huh,” comes Cinnamon’s timid reply, my child barely able to meet her grandmother’s gaze.

Mom squats down next to my daughter, placing a hand on her arm. “May I have some fun with you and Mommy, too?”

“Um… sure!” Cinnamon responds, tilting her face up in surprise.

My jaw drops as Mom turns to me, eyes aglow. Reaching out, she draws me to her with a tug, claiming my mouth with hers. She kisses me passionately, thrusting her tongue into my mouth. Stunned as I am, I can’t help but respond… and so I return Mom’s kiss without hesitation, my tongue flashing to life to join hers.

Mom pulls back slightly, her nose barely touching mine. “I’m into women too, baby,” she murmurs, “and I’ve wanted you ever since I found out you were bi.”

Our mouths meet again, and I melt into the kiss… letting my mother know without a word that I am hers.

Then Mom turns to Cinnamon, who is staring at us with enormous eyes as me and my mother make out like lovers.

“Would you like to kiss me too, honey…?” Mom coos.

Bashfully, biting her lower lip, my baby nods.

Mom draws my little girl into her arms. I open my mouth to protest, then stop. How can I refuse my mother the right to kiss her granddaughter, when the child was licking my clitoris not two minutes ago?

Carol tilts her head slightly to kiss Cinnamon, her lips brushing my daughter’s mouth. Where Mom was rough with me, the kisses she gives my little girl are warm and sensuous.

Needless to say, Cinnamon quickly gets over any shyness she might be feeling. I shiver at the sight of my mother and daughter locked in a passionate embrace, their mouths sliding together, tongues dueling. I see Mom’s hand gliding down my child’s back to cup her pert little bottom.

Finally my mother plants one last kiss on her granddaughter’s mouth, then rises to her feet. Smiling down at Cinnamon, she softly says, “We’ll play some more in a minute, honey, but your grandmother needs some attention now.”

She turns to me. With a single violent motion, Mom rips the tennis skirt from her hips and tosses it to one side, leaving her in a white top and skimpy black panties.

I look up into her hungry eyes as my 45-year-old mother says “Make love to me, Angela.”

The firmness in her voice makes it clear that Mom will brook no disobedience. I haven’t heard that tone from her since I was in high school, running wild with the stoner kids and slackers.

My mother stands before me — strong, beautiful, magnificent. How can I possibly refuse her?

Instinctively, I reach around Carol to fondle her shapely ass with both hands, pressing my face into the rise of her mound. I slowly tug her panties down to her ankles, exposing a generous thatch of pubic hair and a thick scent of wet pussy that makes my mouth water.

I lean in close, knowing that this is where I came from — my mother’s vagina. And now I will thank her for the gift of life, by going down on this juicy cunt and eating Mom until she comes in my face.

Gently at first, I kiss and lick her slit. Then I’m parting her labia with trembling fingers, moaning into that luscious pubic forest as I eat my mother’s pussy in an unrestrained frenzy of lesbian lust.

Mom is riding my face fiercely, her nails digging into my shoulders. “Oh, God yes, lick me,” she moans, in front of my own baby girl — which only turns me on all the more.

I allow my hand to glide over her bare ass, fingers gently probing between her cheeks to stroke the anal pucker. Then I press the tip into Mom’s rectum, slipping my finger inside her right up to the third knuckle.

Mom reaches down to clumsily paw my breast, her fingers seeking and finding my nipple; giving it a pinch. Seeing stars, I moan into her cunt, then trail my tongue up through the dripping slice until I reach her clit. I flick playfully at the crimson nubbin once or twice before sucking it between my lips.

My mother cries out loud, her climax kicking in hard and fierce. I can feel her fingers tangling in my hair, the shuddering of her womanly frame when I suck the tip of her clitoris. Finally, she pushes my face away, then slowly sinks into a patio chair.

As soon as she catches her breath, Mom gazes at my daughter, a wicked smile crossing her face as she purrs, “Come here, Cinnamon,” accompanied by a crook of her finger.

My daughter dutifully pads over to stand expectantly beside my half-naked mother. Sitting up in her seat, Mom reaches around Cinnamon’s back to unfasten her top, letting it drop into the grass.

As I watch, every atom of me aching with lust, Mom tugs my baby’s bikini bottoms down to her feet, and Cinnamon daintily steps from them. My mother rises to help her granddaughter onto the nearby table, placing her on the edge to face me.

A tiny moan of stunned excitement escapes my lips. I’m seeing my little girl completely naked for the first time in years, and she is so lovely that I want to gobble her up.

As if reading my mind, Cinnamon grins excitedly as she spreads her legs, exposing her smooth sex. All I can think about is how much I want to kiss that juicy pink slit.

Mom moves over to me, unbuttoning and removing the tennis top she wears, then unfastening the bra to reveal her generous breasts. She bends to me and whispers, her warm breath caressing my ear, “Go on, Angela… taste her.”

I rise to my feet and move to where my Cinnamon lies, propped on both elbows and watching me with expectant eyes. Does she fully understand what is happening here? I’m not sure, but this much I do know: my daughter is now going to experience the delights of lesbian love. I will deny her nothing.

Standing above my awed little girl, I bend to kiss her left knee, then the other. She watches, a dreamy smile on her lips. I begin to nuzzle her thighs, slowly working my way between them. Her smile only widens. Encouraged, I trail kisses over the smooth flesh until my mouth is centimeters away from my daughter’s pussy. I stare, enthralled by the soft pink cleft, moist with the dew of a young girl’s arousal. So perfect, so innocent and untouched…

Closing my eyes, I move in to take that first lick, the tip of my tongue grazing Cinnamon’s slit. She whimpers, a delicious shiver coursing through her babyish body, and I lick her again.

She is delicious. Thirsting for more, I press my tongue into the moist flesh, reveling in the scent and taste of my daughter. Slipping my hands beneath her, I cup her soft little bottom, my lips parting to cover her sex with my mouth in the most intimate of kisses. My lovely child is quivering beneath me, mewling with pleasure.

Intoxicated by the newfound delights of lovemaking with Cinnamon, I’ve all but forgotten my mother. So I’m surprised for an instant when I feel her naked body against mine, her pelvis grinding into my ass as if she were fucking me from behind. I think longingly of the strap-on cock I keep under the bed back at home, wishing I had it now so that Mom could possess me completely. Next time, I promise myself.

Instead, I feel my mother’s hand slide around my body to roughly grope at my breasts, pausing to roll each nipple between the fingers, then she shoves her hand down to delve between my thighs. I part them, giving her full access, moaning long and low into my baby’s bare vulva when Mom plunges three fingers inside me.

Raising my head from Cinnamon’s mound for an instant, I look back to see my mother’s face, now transformed by lust. She’s a dominating she-beast, taking me, making me her slut. I stiffen with excitement at the thought, and am met with harder, deeper thrusts as her fingers curve into my vagina.

It seems so perfect, so obvious. I’ve always had serious submissive tendencies, and the idea of being sexually controlled by my beautiful mother makes my head reel. Mom is such a strong, confident woman, and I’d always relied on her advice, her guidance — why had I never thought of giving myself over to her this way?

And then there was my precious Cinnamon, now spread out before me, squirming on the table as I went down on her. How could I have fantasized about young girls for so long while overlooking the flawless gem of my own daughter? I might have raised her to be my lover from the beginning, I think, the tip of my tongue tracing her vulva like a paintbrush.

An image suddenly enters my mind of bringing a five-year-old Cinnamon into my bed, teaching my tousle-headed moppet the wonders of lesbian love. Or of pleasuring her as an infant; licking the delicate crease of her slit as she gurgles happily, little fists waving as Mommy’s fingers brush her tiny nipples.

Jesus, what a perverted bitch I am, I think. Back in the here and now, I slip my tongue into my preteen daughter’s virgin cunt; thrilled at the realization that, whatever her age, I was going to be my baby girl’s very first fuck.

The idea of performing oral sex on a ten-year-old girl is freaky enough, but when it’s the child’s adoring mother doing the licking… well, let’s say that it’s wilder and more twisted than I ever imagined I could be.

As if she can read my mind, Mom is hissing into my ear, “You’re a dirty, dirty slut, eating your daughter’s pussy like this,” as she continues to drive her fingers deep into me, rubbing her breasts against my back. “Now do her ass.”

My baby girl is wiggling and whimpering in ecstasy as I lick her juicy slit. Then when I lift her hips, then trail my tongue down to probe between her pert buttocks, she squeals in a mixture of surprise and delight, parting her legs even further to offer me full access to her rosebud.

Words can’t capture the adoration I feel for my precious child as she gives herself to me so sweetly, sighing “Oh, Mommy… oh, Mommy,” over and over as she experiences oral sex for the first time. But not the last, I tell myself. I’ll definitely be doing this again.

Wondering if I can make Cinnamon come, I draw back, using my fingers to expose her tiny clitoris… and take it between my lips to suckle, sending a ripple of pleasure coursing through her thin frame. Then I place my index finger against her opening and slowly, gently push the tip inside her. My child’s body stiffens for an instant… and then, wonder of wonders, she begins to push back against my loving intrusion, encouraging me to go deeper. I gasp in awe as my exploring digit slips into her body, entering her right up to the third knuckle.

Cinnamon has done gymnastics for years, so her hymen is gone. As long as it doesn’t cause my baby any pain, there’s no reason why I can’t fuck her, is there? Emboldened, I carefully roll my finger about inside her vagina, the tip making tiny circles. I begin, very slowly at first, to work it in and out.

“Ooooooh, Mommy… f-feels good!” Cinnamon stammers as she grinds lewdly against my finger, churning her hips in time to my steady strokes. Eager to give my daughter her first orgasm, I bend down to continue licking at her clitoris.

As for Mom, she continues to probe my cunt, her generous pubic tuft rubbing against my ass. She’s nuzzling my back and shoulders, then suddenly gives me a sharp bite on the neck that I’m sure is going to leave a visible mark. How am I going to explain that at the office? I think.

I imagine myself at the water cooler, running into that obnoxious dork Bob from Accounts Receivable, who smirks as he points at my neck, sniggering, Where’d you get THAT beauty? – then, the stunned look on his face as I casually reply, Oh, my mother gave me that in bed last night… she’s one insatiable lover.

My baby girl’s moans are steadily rising as I pleasure her with fingers and mouth. Suddenly, with an incredulous cry of “Oh yes, Mommy! OH!” she is coming, in quick shocks that jolt her thin body. I continue to lick and suck at Cinnamon’s vagina, guiding her through what I imagine must be her first ever climax, which rises to a quick peak. She goes limp, her head hitting the table with a barely audible thud.

I lift my face from between my daughter’s legs — and, clutching my shoulder, Mom roughly pulls me back into her until I’m standing upright. Our sweaty bodies are pressed together, and three of her fingers are buried up to the hilt in my throbbing cunt. She allows her hand to slide down my neck and around me to grope my tits. She nibbles my ear, then whispers, “I love you, Angela.”

“I love you too, Mom!” I gasp, clutching her hand to my breasts. Twisting my head around, I seek out her mouth and kiss her as passionately as I’m able to at this awkward angle, wanting to love my mother face to face, but needing her fingers to stay inside me. Our tongues flicker together like twinned flames as we share the taste of my daughter, then I break away, turning back to face Cinnamon, getting a firm grip on the table.

“Take me, Mom,” I plead, my head bowed. “Fuck me, hard as you can. Please… make me come!”

And she begins to work my cunt with an renewed aggression that has me panting, her fingers pumping in and out of my creamy hole like a slippery, relentless piston.

Still seated on the poolside table, Cinnamon watches avidly as my mother fucks me — hard, deep and rough, the way I like it best. Then I see Mom’s free hand beckoning her closer. My naked daughter clambers onto her knees and moves nearer to our hot incest action. It’s plain to see that she is eager to participate.

“Kiss your mommy, Cinnamon,” my mother pants.

My daughter’s gaze flickers to meet mine, a question in her eyes — and my answer is yes.

Cinnamon smiles happily as she leans into me and we kiss, her mouth angel-soft against mine. Surprising me, my child brings her tongue into play first, delicately licking at my lips. A delicious shudder runs through my body as I realize that my daughter is tasting her own juices on my mouth and chin. I curl an arm around Cinnamon’s waist as my lips part for her, returning her kiss as my heart throbs with love for this flawless child, born from my body.

Mom continues to fuck me, though more slowly now while I kiss my sweet baby girl. Each thrust of her fingers is a small explosion of pleasure, and I sense my climax approaching through the thick haze that seems to envelop me. It begins in my belly, a smoldering heat that quickly fans into flame, then mounts into a roaring holocaust.

Then my mother leans forward to whisper something in Cinnamon’s ear that I can’t make out. Suddenly my daughter breaks our kiss, bending down to take my right nipple into her warm mouth. Mom’s other arm has slipped around my waist, without me really noticing, but it certainly registers when her fingers seek out and find my inflamed clitoris.

My knees nearly buckle as I burst into a convulsive orgasm. Mindless of who might hear me, I cry out, “Oh, yes, Mom, yes! Fuck me! Cinnamon, baby, ooooh God I love you! I love you b-both! Ohhhhhh!”

Mom’s hands wriggle and work between my quivering legs, Cinnamon is rubbing her face against my breasts, kissing wildly at the soft flesh… and ecstasy soars as my incestuous lovers take me higher and higher. A strangled scream is ripped from my throat when the sensations reach an unimaginable peak that seems to occupy a small universe. Then everything breaks into tiny pieces, myself included.

Continue on to Part Two

Announcing… the Best of Leslita!

  • Posted on September 10, 2015 at 6:16 am

By JetBoy

We happy few who take pleasure in edgy lesbian erotica suffered an enormous loss a few months ago when the Story Friends Board was shut down due to a lack of funds to keep it alive and active. That loss is what prompted Cheryl, Naughty Mommy, and myself to set up the Readers Forum at this site — to give our regular visitors a place to congregate and network, as well as exchange ideas.

Not long afterward, another unfortunate setback loomed before us. It was announced that the Lesbian Lolita site, usually referred to by its original name of Leslita, was soon to be taken down as well — in this case due to reasons of health. Naturally, its many loyal readers were stunned and saddened.

It’s difficult to overestimate the importance of Leslita to those of us who have been regular readers and contributors. I posted my very first erotic story there nearly eight years ago and immediately felt a part of something special. Through the years, many of us have made connections and forged friendships at LL that endure to this day, not to mention taken pleasure in its hundreds (thousands, even) of sexy stories!

Naughty Mommy, Cheryl, and I wholeheartedly agree that Juicy Secrets would never, could never have existed without the trailblazing efforts of Leslita, all made possible by ‘C’, the administrator who started and maintained it for over a decade, and whose health problems made it necessary for her to bow out of the day-to-day trials of running a website for free. We honor her hard work and generosity, and send best wishes for a speedy recovery.

Upon learning that Leslita was soon to close, my partners and I speculated on what was to become of the many, many stories to be found there. Between us, the idea of trying to salvage the best of these was floated… and in the end, the three of us decided that we were just crazy enough to tackle such a project. To that purpose, the Juicy Secrets Archive was established.

We quickly fell into a useful division of labor: I researched and posted stories, Cheryl proofed and tidied them up, and Naughty Mommy made them look beautiful on the screen. For the next couple of months, we frantically gathered as many favorites as we could carry, posting at least a couple every day, trying to get the best of the best for Juicy Secrets before Leslita was to be closed. (Eternal gratitude to ‘C’, for kindly giving us extra time to accomplish the task.)

Then, while in the midst of reading, posting, editing and formatting stories, we got a great piece of news — Juicy Secrets friend Jenny had offered to take over as administrator of Leslita and keep the site going. ‘C’ handed her the wheel, and a precious resource for lesbian erotica was thereby saved. We salute Jenny with all six hands, and wish her a fulfilling tenure as captain of a very special ship.

Which led my partners and me to an especially relevant question: since Leslita was still alive and well, should we take down the page?

In the end, our decision was to keep the Archive up and active, but clearly a name change was needed. Henceforth, this corner of our humble abode shall be known as Best of Leslita.

We’ll occasionally add a vintage story or two to the page as we stumble upon them — but nothing especially new, so as to give Jenny and Leslita exclusive possession of recently-posted stories for at least a year, usually more.  Our goal is to shine the spotlight on lesser-known but very deserving tales from the site. Naughty Mommy, Cheryl, and I hope that these will give you a great deal of pleasure — and encourage you to fully explore the breadth and length of Leslita for yourselves. It’s a mind-blowing ride.

In conclusion, we renew our fervent thanks to ‘C’, for striking the match… to Jenny, for taking up the torch… and to you, dear readers, for all the love and support you give to both sites.

NOTE: Comments below, up until the end of August 2015, were posted to an earlier version of this article before the update was made. Comments from September 10 forward were made to the current version of this article. 

Serendipity, Chapter 28

  • Posted on September 9, 2015 at 1:51 pm

By Naughty Mommy

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

It seemed to Gwen like an orgasm that would never end. With her fingers rubbing and squeezing her clit and her dripping vagina pressed against her mother’s mouth, she just kept coming and coming and coming. She wasn’t sure if her mom had tried to lick her or not. Gwen had been too carried away by her climax to even notice, and anyway her mother had been coming at the same time, she thought, so maybe she was busy too.

But as she recovered and slowly lifted her crotch away, her body still shuddering with residual spasms, Gwen smiled when she saw the way her mom was licking her lips, actually smacking them together, relishing the taste of her daughter’s pussy juice. And it really was all over her, everywhere. The teenager almost always got very wet when she masturbated, especially when she climaxed. At home she would usually keep a towel under her.

It was sort of comical to see the mess she’d made on her mother’s face, but it was exciting too. Just think of it — she’d had an orgasm right on top of her mom, gushing all over her, in her mouth and everything. She was having lesbian sex with her mother, and so was her little sister!

Gwen turned her head to look at Paige. The younger girl was sitting on her knees, wearing a big grin. With one hand she was wiping her mouth. Her other hand was between her legs, gently cupping her hairless pussy.

“Did you come too?” Gwen asked.

“Uh-huh,” Paige nodded, her smile growing even wider.

When Gwen shifted off of her, Eve sat up. “Wow,” the woman laughed, “what a great way to start the day!”

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Bridget pushed herself to a sitting position. With her second climax that morning, she’d collapsed from her knees onto her side, overcome with passion as she masturbated, watching her sister Sheila reach orgasm with her own daughter Fiona licking her pussy.

“Wow…” Bridget panted, pushing damp strands of hair from her sweaty forehead. “Wow…”

Fiona was lying atop Sheila now, hugging and kissing her mom, the two of them giggling happily. Sheila had her hands on Fiona’s little bottom, squeezing her cheeks.

Fiona’s older sister, Erin, grinned as she saw them sharing affection. She’d been down between her mother’s legs along with Fiona, offering instruction. Bridget’s little girl, Debby, only 9 years old, had joined them too, wanting to see what they were doing.

Everyone was naked, the moms and the daughters. They’d enjoyed a slumber party on the floor in the family room the night before, cuddling together under sheets and blankets. Tender kisses and caresses soon had turned into a thrilling celebration of lesbian incest.

Taking a deep breath and slowly letting it out, Bridget shook her head and said it one more time. “Wow…”

Debby got to her feet. “Mommy, I’m hungry. Can we have waffles?”

Everyone laughed. Waffles was one of the favorites for a family breakfast at Sheila’s house.

“Of course we can, honey,” smiled Bridget. Then she turned to her sister. “You don’t mind if we mess up your kitchen, do you, Shiel?”

“Hell, no,” Sheila grinned, as she sat up along with Fiona. “That’s what it’s there for, to get messed up.”

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Angela and Bambi and Tina and Amanda weren’t done yet.

Within seconds after they’d completed their four simultaneous orgasms, Angela was turning her 10-year-old daughter onto her back and diving between her legs, licking the girl’s hot pussy. Tina was a little slower to recover, but soon followed Angela’s lead, getting down between Amanda’s legs, kissing and licking her daughter.

The children, especially Bambi, were sexually resilient and extremely responsive. Both were capable of multiple orgasms within a short time. And it didn’t take Bambi long at all. With her mother’s skillful licking and sucking, soon the girl was climaxing again, crying out as she came in Angela’s mouth.

Amanda wasn’t far behind. It excited her to see her friend enjoying herself, and it felt really great the way her mom was licking her… except she needed it in just a certain place. Without even really thinking about what she was doing, she reached down and took her mommy’s head in her hands, guiding her tongue to where she wanted it.

Tina loved this, seeing Amanda become so excited, so turned on that she would take over the action, doing whatever she needed to gain satisfaction, to reach climax. She seemed to be naturally sexual, instinctively carnal, even at such a young age. Perhaps all little girls were, given the opportunity.

Closing her eyes, Amanda arched her pelvis, shoving her pussy into her mother’s mouth, rubbing her swollen clit against the warm wet tongue faster and faster and faster and faster — and then she too was coming.

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“Whew, I’m all sweaty,” Eve chuckled, fanning her face, “not to mention all sticky and gooey.”

She winked at Gwen, who giggled in response. The teenager still could see plenty of her shiny liquids on her mom’s cheeks and chin.

“The tub in the bathroom is not that big here,” said Eve, “but I think it would be fun if we could take a shower together, all three of us at once. What do you think? You want to try?”

“Sure,” Paige grinned.

“Yeah, okay,” agreed Gwen, “but, um, are we still going to the zoo today?”

“Oh, I’d actually forgot about that,” said her mother. “But I suppose we can, if you want to.”

“Yeah, I do,” Gwen nodded.

“Okay, um… let’s take a shower first and get cleaned up and dressed. Then I’ll call Angela and tell her not to expect us for brunch today. Maybe we’ll have dinner with them later or something.”

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They still weren’t done. Angela was on top of Bambi now, scissoring with her, pushing her juicy cunt against the little girl’s, fucking her daughter.

Lifting her face from Amanda’s pussy, Tina shook her head in astonishment. It was amazing to see that pair together, Bambi and Amanda. Neither of them ever seemed to get enough. And as she continued watching, Tina felt herself becoming more and more aroused. She wondered, could she come, doing that with Amanda? She wasn’t sure. They’d never done it that way, but she wanted to give it a try.

Getting to her knees, holding up one of her daughter’s legs in her hands, Tina positioned herself the same as Angela, and then began moving, sliding her pussy slowly back and forth against Amanda’s. God, it felt so great.

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Before heading for the kitchen to start making breakfast, Sheila and Bridget and their girls shared a nice long naked hug, two moms and three daughters standing and holding each other, pressing in close, kissing and caressing, murmuring I love you’s. The warm family hug finally ended with happy giggles when Debby said, “Okay, waffles now?”

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“FUCK — FUCK — FUCK”  Angela shouted with each thrust of her cunt against her daughter’s mound  “FUCK — FUCK — GOD — YES — FUCK!!!!”  And then she was climaxing.

Bambi came at the same time. She and her mom often did this, tribbing together. They were expert at it and frequently enjoyed simultaneous orgasms while fucking each other pussy to pussy.

It would take Tina a minute longer. But the excitement of seeing and hearing Angela come on top of her daughter with Bambi coming under her brought Tina right to the edge. Only a few more strokes, just a few more, and she was almost there… but then she felt small hands on her hips. Amanda was holding her, guiding her again, moving her exactly where she wanted her.

“Uh-huh, uh-huh baby, show me what you want,” Tina moaned.

Amanda didn’t reply. Her eyes were closed. She held her mom, adjusting her, until everything was just right. They started moving again, faster and faster, mother and daughter fucking fucking fucking fucking — and then they were both coming.

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A few floors below them in the hotel, Eve and Gwen and Paige were enjoying their sexy shower, having fun squeezing in together, getting all soapy and sharing playful kisses. After they finished, Eve phoned Angela’s suite, but there was no answer. She left a message, saying she would call again later.

The girls and their mom went down to the hotel coffee shop for a quick breakfast, and then were on their way to the San Diego Zoo.

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At last they were sated. Angela climbed out of bed, standing tall and stretching, running her hands through her blonde hair, damp with sweat. Her whole curvaceous bronzed body glowed with a sheen of perspiration.

“God, you’re gorgeous,” sighed Tina. She was sitting next to Amanda, who was sitting up now too, smiling happily.

“Oh, thank you.” Angela winked at Tina. “I do try my best to stay in shape. I want to keep myself attractive to sexy young things like you.”

“I’m not that young, though. I’m 32.”

“Well, with your slim figure and your small breasts and especially those adorable dimples, you look just like a teenager to me.”

With a laugh, Bambi bounced out of bed. “Yeah, but Mommy, you like little girls more than you like teenagers. Girls with no boobs at all, like me and Amanda.”

“That’s true enough,” her mother chuckled, “I do like young girls very much. But I like teenagers too, and beautiful grownup women as well. Like the lovely Tina.” She sent her another wink.

Tina grinned at the seductive woman. But then suddenly she frowned. “Oh, I just remembered. Me and Amanda don’t have any clothes here, just our suits. We need to go back to the motel.”

“You know, I’ve been thinking about that,” said Angela, “and I don’t see why you and Amanda shouldn’t move in here with us. We have the extra bedroom in the suite, no one’s using it.”

“Oh, but we couldn’t —”

“Hush. Of course you could. Let’s do this. We’ll take a quick shower, just a shower, mind you, no fooling around. I’ll call room service before we get in and have them bring up some coffee and fruit and yogurt and danishes, and then after we eat a little something we’ll walk over to your motel. I’ll go with you, you can put on some of my clothes if you don’t want to wear your bathing suit, and…”

“But I —”

“Now, listen,” Angela had her hands on her hips, looking sternly at Tina. “I don’t want to hear any backtalk. Just do as I say.”

“Yes, ma’am,” the younger woman replied, smiling sheepishly.

“How many nights have you paid for?”

“Um, I gave them a credit card, like for the week. Until Saturday.”

“All right, that’s fine. I’ll go with you but let you do the talking. You’ll tell the people at the motel that you’re checking out early and you only want to pay for the nights you’ve used so far. Ask them nicely, show your pretty smile, your dimples, and I’m quite sure they’ll agree. You may have to pay for one more night, possibly, but even so you’ll be saving money, right?”

“Well…” Tina couldn’t argue with her reasoning, and saving the extra money did seem like a nice idea, so she agreed.

They had their shower, their breakfast, and then strolled to the motel. Angela was right, of course, it was easy, and in fact they did not even have to pay for an extra day. Tina was very pleased.

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It was about a half hour drive to the zoo through typically heavy southern California traffic. Along the way Eve listened as her daughters chatted all about their exciting new experiences of the past few days.

Eve once again mused how amazing it was that they could even be talking about such things — let alone actually doing them — having sex with each other, and quite possibly soon with other moms and little girls too. What an astonishing change in their lives in a very short time. Not only astonishing but wonderful, she smiled to herself.

They followed the signs and turned off the busy freeway, eventually finding a parking space. The lot was already almost full and they could see crowds of tourists streaming toward the entrance. But as Eve locked the car, she found herself laughing out loud. She felt insanely happy, giddy, euphoric. It was a beautiful day with not a cloud in the sky. The air was fresh, the sun was warm, and she was starting a new life.

She let out a whoop of pure joy. A few of the other visitors turned to look. Her daughters stared at her. But Eve didn’t care. She grabbed Paige and Gwen, spinning them around, hugging them and kissing them.

“Come on, girls, let’s go have fun! Today you can do anything, buy anything, eat anything, I don’t mind at all. Whatever you want, it’s yours!”

“Okay, Mom,” Gwen chuckled, rolling her eyes. She and her sister shared a look of amusement and then started off together with their mother to see the lions and tigers and bears.

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The early afternoon brunch in Angela’s suite was not really what Bridget had thought it might be. Oh, there was plenty of food, and it was all delicious, and the mimosas gave her a nice airy feel, her head spinning a little bit, but there was no sex at all, not even a hint of it, at least not until the end.

Their hostess was wearing a sleeveless sun dress, white with yellow daisies. The skirt was knee-length and puffed out, as if Angela had several slips beneath it. She looked almost like a mom from an old sitcom, Bridget thought. The woman hummed around, making sure everyone was getting enough to eat and that their glasses were full.

They all enjoyed the leisurely meal, chatting pleasantly, sometimes getting up to look at the spectacular views from the picture windows. Eve and her daughters, Gwen and Paige, weren’t there. Angela said they’d gone to the zoo. Bridget mostly sat with Tina, flirting occasionally, while Sheila went from Angela to the little girls to Tina and Bridget, and all around to everyone.

Her sister wasn’t drinking as much as usual, Bridget noticed, but she seemed full of zest, flitting everywhere, laughing and smiling. And why not? She had everything she wanted now, an open incestuous relationship with both of her daughters and the good possibility of sex with Bridget and with Debby too at some point, not to mention with these new women and girls they’d recently met.

But when would the sex happen? It made Bridget smile when she thought that. God, I’m getting as bad as Sheila with sex the only thing on my mind. Well, there’s nothing wrong with that. And I’m sure we’ll get around to it soon enough. She relaxed and took another sip of her mimosa.

For 15-year-old Erin, the brunch was slightly disappointing. She’d been hoping to spend some time with Gwen again, having made such a nice connection with her the night before during the dinner party and especially in their impromptu fashion show, planning it and presenting it. Now she was sitting with the little girls — her sister Fiona, her cousin Debby, and the two blondes, Bambi and Amanda — and she felt a bit out of place, the only teenager there.

Erin’s mom, Sheila, came over to chat with them from time to time, but mostly the talk was carried on by the younger girls and Erin just listened. The redheaded teen was shy, not like her mother at all, and didn’t make friends easily, so she’d really been looking forward to seeing Gwen. Sighing, she picked up another piece of bacon and munched on it. Oh well, maybe later, tonight at dinner.

After an hour or so, the little girls began to get restless. They wanted to go down to the beach and play.

Noticing this, Angela stood and asked her guests, “Did you all come prepared for fun in the sun? That is, do you have your bathing suits on under your clothes, or at least with you?”

She received nods and confirmations from Sheila, Bridget, and their girls, and then checked with Bambi and Amanda. “Do you kids have your bikinis on already too?” More nods and smiles.

“All right, then, I guess we can go. It will only take me a second to change.”

Angela reached behind her back and deftly pulled down the zipper on her sundress. It fell to the floor, poofy slips and all. There was an audible gasp in the room. Under her dress, she was completely naked. The girls, the women, even the hotel staff behind the buffet gawked at her.

Stepping out easily from the circle of the dress, Angela picked up an insubstantial slip of material that was lying on a side table. She shook it out. Actually it was two pieces, they now saw, both brightly colored and both incredibly tiny.

Angela stepped into and pulled up the bottom of a bikini, if you could call it that. It was more like a slender thread that covered almost nothing. Bridget recognized the style. It was from a company called Wicked Weasel, she thought, although it was certainly nothing she would ever wear, not in a million years. She didn’t have the body for it, and besides, it was… well, it was indecent!

Suddenly she laughed out loud, realizing how ridiculous it was that she could criticize a revealing piece of clothing when they were all engaged in, or were about to engage in, a far greater taboo — lesbian incest!!

Bridget got up and went to Angela, who, still topless, was tugging the sides of the micro-bikini bottom higher on her hips. A thin strip of fabric, just a pouch really, barely contained her labia.

Giving the blonde a hug, Bridget exclaimed, “I’m so glad we met you, Angela. What a piece of work you are. God, you must be one of a kind.” She was a little surprised at herself for being so forward. Maybe it was the mimosas, or just the high of their new sexual openness. But she felt very happy.

She kissed the woman’s cheek. “I love you.”

“Well, thank you, dear, I love you too.”

Angela slipped on the top of her nearly-nothing bikini, and Bridget tied it for her behind her back. Then, stepping into her low heeled backless sandals again, Angela smiled at the group and said, “All right, let’s hit the beach!”

Continue on to Chapter 29

Serendipity, Chapter 27

  • Posted on September 6, 2015 at 1:48 pm

By Naughty Mommy

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“Something else you might want to do,” Angela suggested, “is go online and look for stories, lesbian erotica, about mothers having sex with their daughters. It’s getting to be quite a popular topic these days, believe it or not.”

“Really?” asked Tina, wide-eyed. “I had no idea.”

It was morning, and the women were lying in bed in the large master bedroom of the penthouse suite. They’d been awake a few minutes.

“Yes, and the thing is, not only might you enjoy reading those stories — I’m quite sure you would — but more importantly it could be a way to connect with others who share your, and my, desires.”

“Huh.”

“If you’re lucky,” Angela continued, “you could strike up an online friendship with someone who lives near you, or at least someone who might know someone who lives in your area and who could then introduce you, virtually. You know what I mean, do some networking — use those connections to make other connections.”

“Yeah…”

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Eve fell forward, leaning on the bed with both hands, her head down, her eyes closed, her body still quivering with climactic passion.

“Jesus!” she gasped. “My god these — these — I’ve never had — orgasms like this — in my life!”

Gwen was wide awake now. She scooted over beside her sister. “You okay, Mom?”

“Yeah…” Eve slowly opened her eyes, smiling at the girls. She was perspiring, overheated, her vision a little blurry, but otherwise she felt fantastic.

“Yeah, I’m fine,” she added. “I… I don’t mean to scare you. I’m kind of, I know I’m kind of… crazy… with lust right now.” A hand went to her breast, fondling it and playing with the nipple.

“That was fun last night, Mom,” said Paige.

“Did you like it?” Eve asked.

“Uh-huh. I’m glad we did it. I liked it a lot.”

“Good.” Eve climbed onto the bed in their hotel room, moving close to Paige, kissing her cheek. “I’m glad too, sweetheart.”

“Can I, um, can I lick you again now?” asked the 11-year-old.

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“How do you do it?” Fiona asked her big sister.

She and Erin were lying naked on the floor between their mom’s legs, looking at her pussy. Sheila’s pubic hair, trimmed but not shaved, was dark brown, tinged with auburn. Her labia were full, with a gleam of moisture in the center.

“It’s easy,” Erin said. “Just like you’re kissing her mouth, only more.”

“Okay.”

“Um, start by, like, using your fingers to, you know, open her up.” She pointed at their mother’s vulva.

“Okay,” Fiona nodded. She took a deep breath, swallowed, then placed her fingers on the labia. They felt warm. Slowly she spread them apart. “Wow…”

Inside was bright pink and shiny with juices.

“Wow,” the younger girl repeated. She could smell her mom’s scent, her sexual aroma. It was strong and very appealing. It made Fiona hungry.

“Now, um, now just kiss her there,” Erin smiled.

Bridget was listening, watching, and masturbating. To see these two girls, 15 and 12 years old, down between their mother’s legs, looking at her, touching her, talking about kissing and licking her, and now to see the little one, Fiona, putting her mouth there, bringing her lips to meet her own mother’s pussy lips, it was —

“God!!”

Bridget suddenly climaxed.

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Tina had turned onto her side, toward Angela. Their daughters were between them, still sleeping, both nude. Bambi had an arm across Amanda’s shoulder. Their little faces were close, noses almost touching. Tina smiled as she looked at them. A hand went between her own legs.

“It’s amazing, isn’t it?” she whispered, now lifting her gaze to meet Angela’s. “How innocent they are, and yet… and yet also…”

“Also what, darling?”

“They’re, I mean, they’re so sexy. They don’t even have to try to be. They just are.”

“Yes, I know. It is amazing.” Angela was masturbating as well. “And to see them together, young girls together, it’s very arousing.”

“Yeah, it really is.” Tina kissed Amanda’s head. The girl stirred.

Bambi stretched. Her eyes blinked open. Pushing herself up on her elbows, she smiled first at Tina and then at her mother. “Hi, Mommy.”

“Hi, baby girl.” Angela stopped playing with herself long enough to take Bambi’s face in her hands, giving her a long warm kiss on the lips.

Tina noticed that Angela’s fingers were glistening, apparently wet with her own pussy juice. She must already have been masturbating for a while, fucking herself as they talked. That made Tina very excited. She rubbed her clit faster.

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“You’re pretty anxious to do that, aren’t you?” Eve said to Paige. “You want to lick me some more?”

“Uh-huh,” the girl nodded. “I never knew, I mean, how nice it would be. But I love it. I want to do it all the time.”

“Ooh, that’s so hot…” Eve slid down onto her back. She started touching herself again. Her pussy felt very warm and very wet. She had to be the luckiest woman in the world.

Grinning, Paige positioned herself between the outstretched legs. She watched the fingers move, observing how her mother masturbated. It was something she had never seen before in her life until just the day before. She was still fascinated by it. But her hunger for the taste was even greater than her interest in watching. With a happy sigh, she lowered her mouth to her mother’s sex, closed her eyes, and began licking.

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“Ooh Jesus fuck, that’s good, so good…” Sheila squeezed and pulled and twisted her hard nipples as she felt her younger daughter, Fiona, kissing her pussy.

“God!!” Bridget cried again, the sudden unexpected orgasm jolting through her body.

Debby woke up. Her mommy was right there, behind her, holding her tightly, but she was shaking all over too. It must be that thing again, whatever it was, that sex thing. Organ-something. It was a little scary how it made her mother act, but she seemed to like it a lot, so that was good.

Raising her head, the girl saw that other things were happening at the same time, more sex stuff. Her Aunt Sheila was on her back beside them with her eyes closed and she was kind of grabbing her own boobs and playing with them. She seemed to be really excited. Debby couldn’t tell for sure, lying where she was, but it looked like her cousins, Erin and Fiona, were down between her aunt’s legs, doing something there.

As Bridget’s climax began to subside and she was able to open her eyes, she realized that Debby was awake now. “Oh baby, baby girl,” she sighed, kissing her daughter’s hair, her neck, her cheek, “my sweet little baby, did I wake you up?”

“It’s okay.”

Bridget turned Debby toward her so she could kiss her mouth. She gave her a long, warm kiss, only briefly tickling the child’s soft lips with her tongue.

“Good morning, darling girl,” Bridget whispered, the spreading, soothing post-orgasmic glow filling her with love. She kissed her daughter again, this time with more intensity. Debby’s mouth opened and their tongues entwined, breath coming faster.

Bridget finally pulled away, a strand of saliva stretching between their wet lips. “Did you sleep okay, honey?”

“Uh-huh,” Debby nodded. And then she lifted her head and looked down again at her cousins. “What are they doing, Mommy?”

“Well, they’re, um, see, Erin is teaching Fiona how to… how to kiss their mom, your Aunt Sheila, in a really special way.”

“Oh.” The little girl sat up. “Can I go watch?”

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Leaning over Amanda, Bambi gave the girl’s mom a kiss on the lips. “Good morning, Miss Tina,” she grinned.

“Good morning, Bambi,” Tina smiled. “Did you sleep okay?”

“Uh-huh, I always do.”

Amanda was coming awake now too. She rolled onto her back, yawning and rubbing her eyes. Tina bent down to kiss her pretty mouth. “Good morning, darling girl,” she whispered.

“Hi, Mom,” the little one smiled. Then she turned to look at Bambi and Angela, seeming to suddenly remember where they were and what they’d done the night before. “Wow…”

Bambi gave her a quick kiss on the lips. “Good morning.”

“G’morning,” Amanda giggled.

“So, what do you kids think you want to do today?” asked Angela.

“Um, you know what I want?” Bambi replied. She was on her knees now, her eyes bright with excitement.

“No, I don’t know,” grinned her mother. “Tell me.”

“Well, yesterday I tried to do something with Amanda, only it didn’t work. I went too fast. I can do it better, and I want to.” She looked down at the girl. “You want to, Amanda? Can I fuck you now?”

“Yeah, okay!”

And with more giggles, Amanda happily moved underneath Bambi, spreading her cute legs, offering her pussy to her friend.

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Gwen was surprised to find that she had begun masturbating without even thinking about it, playing with her clit as she watched her little sister eating her mother’s pussy. Not that she minded, of course, it felt great — but it was amazing how open they had become with each other in such a short time, eagerly showing their bodies, expressing their desires, sharing their love and their lust.

Her mom was looking at her, watching Gwen masturbate. “I like that, honey,” she whispered. “It’s really hot.”

Eve’s hands were on her breasts, toying with her erect nipples. Her legs were wide apart, knees drawn up, pelvis rocking lightly up and down as she fed her pussy to her younger daughter’s mouth. Her eyes, though, were fastened on Gwen’s crotch.

“I like that,” Eve repeated. “But I… I want to see it up close. Come here, get on top of me. I want to look at you.”

“Okay.” Gwen was shivering with excitement. She crawled closer, then knelt over her mother’s face.

“Open yourself up for me,” Eve whispered. “I want to see inside you.”

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Bridget was masturbating again. She’d climaxed just a few minutes earlier, but now as she sat up and watched her darling daughter, only 9 years old, squeezing in next to Fiona, trying to get a very close look as the girl kissed and licked and sucked her own mother’s pussy, she could feel another orgasm quickly approaching. It was all so unbelievably hot, so exciting to see.

Sheila was almost there too. It never took much for her, and having Fiona lick and suck her clit while Erin guided her, then feeling a finger slide inside her vagina, pushing in deep — was that Erin’s finger? Fiona’s? Could it be Debby’s?? — was plenty. She was right on the edge.

“Fuck me,” she urged, “suck my clit, fuck my cunt, make me come!”

And then she was coming. “OH GOD!” she cried, a powerful orgasm crashing through her. Her head was thrown back, her eyes squeezed shut, fingers pinching her nipples. “GOD!!”

Bridget climaxed too, watching and masturbating, fingers flying over her clit. “Fuck yes fuck yes fuck — yes!!!”

Fiona was amazed at how fast it happened. She’d only just started doing what Erin said, pulling back that little bit of skin, the hood, Erin called it, and then putting her mouth over her mother’s clit. It was kind of big and hard and it felt nice between her lips.

But it seemed like she barely began sucking on it and then all of a sudden she heard her mother scream and her body shook and her legs came together — except all three girls were right there so they got squeezed in even closer to each other. It almost made Fiona laugh, but she wanted to keep doing what she was supposed to do. She sucked and sucked and it tasted really good and her mom kept shaking and screaming.

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Gwen opened her pussy, using her fingers to spread her lips. Her whole body was trembling. She was so excited, already close to a climax after rubbing herself for only a couple of minutes. And now, oh my god, this was just incredible, showing her pussy to her mom, holding it open right in front of her mouth, while her little sister was down between their mother’s legs, licking her!

“Put your finger inside,” Eve said. “I want to see you… fuck yourself.”

“Okay.” The word came out like a squeak.

Gwen was so turned on she could barely talk. But she did as her mother asked, placing the tip of her index finger at the opening to her vagina and then pressing it slowly in. Her vagina was hot and very wet inside, the slender finger sliding in easily, moving deep inside her. Gwen heard herself groan with pleasure.

“Fuck yourself now, fuck your pretty pussy while I watch you,” Eve sighed, licking her lips.

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As she lowered her hairless pussy on top of Amanda’s, Bambi glanced first at her own mother, Angela, who gave her a wink, and then at Tina.

“I tried this yesterday,” the 10-year-old grinned, “only I got too excited and I went too fast. I can do it better. I’ll show you.”

“Um, fine,” was all Tina could think to say. She’d stopped rubbing herself for the moment, astonished by what she was seeing.

After making sure they were arranged just so, Bambi began to very gently move her lithe body on top of Amanda’s, taking an easy pace at first, just a little bit of rocking action, up and down, back and forth. She seemed to be concentrating, focusing on her task, her eyes closed, the tip of her tongue sticking out the corner of her mouth.

Angela was kneeling beside them now, fucking her cunt with her fingers. Tina sat up too and resumed stroking her clit.

Slowly, almost imperceptibly, Bambi began to pick up speed. Tina watched closely. She could see the child’s muscles tensing and relaxing as she gradually accelerated the steady motion. Small though she was, she appeared to be strong, and she obviously had a lot of experience with this.

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It wouldn’t take long. Gwen loved to masturbate anyway, and she usually could bring herself to orgasm pretty quickly if she was turned on enough. Right now she was very turned on, fucking herself with her finger, sliding her thumb over her clit — and doing it right above her mother’s face, with her mom watching her!

Paige could hardly believe how good her mother tasted. If she’d known how nice it was before, she would have started licking her a long time ago. Why hadn’t anyone ever told her how great this was? No matter, she was here now, licking and sucking her mom’s pussy, and she never wanted to be anywhere else. One hand was between her own legs, rubbing that spot, that perfect place that made her buzz inside, rubbing it faster and faster and faster, getting more and more excited.

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Bambi was moving faster, faster now, her eyes still closed, face pinched in concentration, skin becoming flushed. Instinctively Amanda raised her pelvis, accepting the other girl’s increasingly rapid rhythmic thrusts and meeting them. Both children were panting and sweating.

Tina heard a whisper. It was Angela. “Fuck the little girl, fuck the little girl, fuck her little pussy…”

Amanda groaned. Tina saw her daughter’s eyes roll back in her head. Was she ready to climax already? Not quite, although it appeared she was getting close.

Tina rubbed herself faster. She wanted to come when they did, if they did. Could Bambi really do this? Bring herself and Amanda that way?

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“God… god, that was good!” panted Sheila, wiping perspiration from her face and pushing back her tangled hair.

Slowly she raised her head, smiling down at Fiona, who was grinning at her from between her legs, that adorable face shiny with her mom’s juices. “Come here, baby, let me kiss you.”

With a giggle, Fiona crawled up on top of her mother, falling naked onto her warm body, hugging her tightly. As they pressed their mouths together, Sheila tasted her own pussy on her daughter’s lips.

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With Paige kissing and sucking her clit, sliding her face all around inside her wet pussy, and with Gwen holding her own beautiful pussy open just above her mouth, Eve was delirious with pleasure. She felt that familiar pulse in her center, coming from deep inside, another wonderful orgasm approaching, surging, swelling, pushing up, almost there, not quite, but almost, almost, and then —

“Mom, god, I, I, I’m gonna — OHHH!!”

Gwen was climaxing, and that made Eve come. “God! Fuck!!” the woman cried, and as she came she grabbed her older daughter’s bottom, pulling the girl’s pussy toward her mouth, while at the same instant her thighs clamped together around her younger daughter’s face, trapping her there.

Paige was climaxing too, her fingers moving fast between her legs, pressing and squeezing her little clit. Her mouth was almost inside her mother’s vagina now, forced deep between the woman’s pussy lips as Eve’s thighs squeezed her daughter’s head. It hurt a little bit, but Paige didn’t care about that at all. Her face was covered with her mom’s juices and she was still licking and tasting and swallowing and coming all the same time, happier than she’d ever been before.

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“Fuck the little girl, fuck the little girl,” Angela whispered, more to herself than anyone else.

Tina watched the blonde woman masturbate, three fingers pumping rapidly in and out of her dripping pussy. It looked like she was almost ready to come. Tina was getting close too, rubbing her clit, but she wanted to try to wait if she possibly could, see what would happen with Bambi and Amanda.

The little girls were moving very quickly now, in almost perfect synch, small bodies in motion, pussies sliding together, clits kissing again and again and again. Tina heard Bambi breathing “yeah — yeah” with each pelvic thrust and her daughter Amanda moaning in reply every time she raised her hips to take another lunge.

Faster and faster they moved, their cries getting louder. Tina was almost there. She wanted to come so bad, but she really wanted to wait until, until, until — now — no more need to wait!

Amanda squealed in pleasure, wrapping her legs around Bambi’s bottom, pulling their pussies tightly together as she climaxed. Bambi went rigid, pushing herself up on her hands, head thrown back, face and chest bright red, her slim body shuddering with every orgasmic spasm. Tina fell on her side, gasping and groaning, her thighs clamped around her hands as she came again and again.

“FUCK!!” Angela cried “FUCK!!” as all four reached orgasm together.

Continue on to Chapter 28