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Serendipity, Chapter 54

  • Posted on November 29, 2015 at 3:26 pm

By Naughty Mommy

To keep track of everyone while the cruise on the luxury yacht is underway, you can use this chart.

They decided to start with Pony-Pony. That would be young Dani’s first sexual experience outside of masturbation. Her partner would be the much younger Jordan.

Dani lay down on the padded bench, which had been moved a bit closer to the audience. The nude 16-year-old was on her back. Jordan took off her panties, leaving her naked, and climbed onto the bench. She lifted one of Dani’s slim legs in her hands, pointing it straight up, then positioned her hairless slit on top of the girl’s shaved mound, sort of nestling in until they had a very close fit.

“Are you ready?” Jordan asked.

Dani nodded, biting her lip. She felt nervous and shy, even a little scared to be doing this, but also eager, excited, and very turned on. And as the cute child slowly began to move — pressing their pussies together, pivoting slightly and gently rocking, sliding back and forth only a small amount at first — Dani could feel how wet she was inside.

Then she could smell it too. Dani could smell her juices. The way Jordan was moving on her, kind of meshing their labia together, their pussies were beginning to open up, and now Dani’s lubrication was coating the lips, making it easier for Jordan to glide up and down with almost no friction at all.

Dani licked her lips. She glanced around. She was naked in a big room on a boat with a whole bunch of pretty women and girls, mostly moms and daughters, and they were all going to have sex, like in a big orgy, the kind of stuff she’d only imagined before. But this was real. And oh my god, what Jordan was doing on top of her now was driving her insane!

Both girls were breathing fast, starting to sweat. Their clits emerged as their arousal increased and soon began to meet, stiff pink buds sliding across each other, kissing, tickling, stimulating — and Dani knew then that she could come this way. She hadn’t been sure at first, it all seemed so bizarre, but now it just felt unbelievably great. And when she thought about where she was and what she was doing — being fucked by a little girl, only 7 years old — the electric thrum inside her started to grow, pulsing, tingling, throbbing, making her quiver with excitement.

Dani closed her eyes, tilting her head back, focused on only one sensation: the hot slippery urgency of Jordan’s sex grinding on hers. There were other things she could hear — women’s and girls’ soft voices, moans and sighs, maybe the sounds of masturbating — but all she felt was that steady hump-hump-hump of pussy on pussy, and of course the delicious, tickly, insistent swelling of a wonderful climax on its way.

All around the room, women and girls were pushing forward in their seats, wanting to see. Some at the ends of the row had stood to get a better look. Nearly all were rubbing themselves, and in fact Georgia had already come again. She was the very definition of multi-orgasmic: a dozen or more climaxes in a day was not unusual for her. But Sheila was getting close now too, as was Veronica.

Standing near the fornicating girls, Julie and Desiree were fingering each other as they watched, and so were Carol and Stacie. Other members of the yacht’s crew — Ana, Jenifer, and Abby — were looking in from the sides. All three were masturbating.

Dani heard Jordan huffing, puffing. She opened her eyes to discover the pinched red face of the girl, her eyes squeezed shut, mouth in a grimace. Her little body moved like a miniature demon on top of Dani’s, flashing back and forth, fucking her so hard

That vivid image was all it took. The slim blonde shuddered and gasped as climactic spasms jolted through her. Only seconds later, Jordan was coming too, squealing and shaking uncontrollably, before collapsing onto Dani, hugging her tightly.

A few people tried to applaud, led by Caroline, the captain, but most were too busy with their hands between their legs, either very close to an orgasm or in the middle of one. The air was filled with the sounds, the aromas, the heat of aroused women and girls.

And the show wasn’t over. After allowing the pair half a minute or so to recover, Carol, Jordan’s grandmother, lifted the little girl and shifted her forward until her crotch was over Dani’s face.

Cheeks flushed, eyes hooded, forehead shiny with sweat, the child looked up at her Nanna. “Ride Pony?” she asked in a feeble voice.

“That’s right, baby. Ride Pony on Dani’s tongue, okay?”

“Okay,” Jordan nodded, starting to smile.

Dani panted “…oh my god… …oh my god…” trying to catch her breath, hoping to understand what would happen next.

It wasn’t hard to figure out. Only an inch or two above Dani’s mouth was a young girl’s pussy, pink and wet, gleaming with moisture. She had never licked another girl, of course, but that was about to change.

“Stick out your tongue,” said Jordan. “Hold it way out, like stiff.”

Surprised, Dani actually found herself giggling. But she did as she was told, extending her tongue as far as she could, then watched in amazement as Jordan used her small fingers to pull back her labia, exposing the pink bud, her tiny clitoris.

Holding herself open that way, the girl eased slowly down until clit met tongue — and then began to ride.

“Oh, Jesus,” Sheila groaned.

Sliding from the sofa onto the floor, she turned to kneel between Fiona’s legs, pushing them apart. The 12-year-old was in a short nightie with no undies — Sheila had insisted that both her daughters dress that way for the pajama party, to make things easier — and now her mother eagerly buried her face in the girl’s juicy pussy.

Following Sheila’s example, Paige knelt between her own mother’s legs, quickly pulling the sheer white panties she wore down and off — stopping for just a moment to sniff and taste the gooey wet spot in the center of the undies — and then spread Eve’s beautiful long legs open. With a happy sigh, the girl leaned forward, bringing her mouth to the woman’s sex, kissing and licking and sucking.

Further down the row, there was still more illicit mother-daughter sex: Tina was eating Amanda, Angela was eating Bambi, and Caroline was eating Charlie, with the little girl’s Winnie-the-Pooh pajamas down around her ankles.

Stephanie saw all this, and loved it, but what excited her more than anything was when Georgia suddenly got up, bringing her daughters along with her. She positioned Melissa in front of Hailey, Jemma in front of Stephanie, and herself in front of Holly. The twins were perched on their mother’s bare legs, which were now spread wide apart. Both girls had their panties off, as did Stephanie — she’d removed them during the short intermission in anticipation of something like this.

Without saying a word, Georgia nodded to her kids. Then she began to lick Holly, Melissa began to lick Hailey, and little Jemma, the 8-year-old, started licking Stephanie!

Oh my god, it felt fantastic. It was obvious that Jemma had plenty of experience, that she had been taught well how to please a woman. Stephanie leaned back, her heart beating fast, breath coming quickly, taking in the magnificent sight — a twin on either knee, having their pussies eagerly licked by a sexy mom and her 12-year-old daughter while the even younger daughter was eating her!

On the bridge, Emma was doing as Harriet had done before, watching all the action on the video monitors while also keeping an eye on the other instruments. She had a hand down inside her loose shorts, rubbing herself. An elastic waistband allowed easy access and she wore no panties, so her hand could freely roam, sliding over the smooth, laser-depilated skin, stroking and squeezing her labia, teasing her clit, often dipping down into her hot, wet vagina.

Emma had permission to masturbate while on duty, as did the rest of the crew, but she also understood that no orgasms were allowed on the bridge. She respected and always obeyed that rule, but really looked forward to getting back to the orgy and playing some more with the women and girls.

It took Jordan only a couple minutes of riding Pony until she started to get the special feeling again, that jumpy, shaky, happy glow inside that she loved. She wanted to feel it all the time, and she was so glad her Mommy said it would be okay for her to play as much as she wanted tonight, with anyone, everyone! First, though, it was Dani, that really nice girl under her.

Jordan’s eyes were closed, but now she opened them. She looked down at Dani. Their eyes met. Keeping her tongue held out, the teenager smiled. Jordan smiled too.

Then Jordan did something she hadn’t done before. Usually when she got this feeling, when that jumpy thing inside her was almost ready to go crazy, the girl would lean forward on the bed or sofa or floor, wherever she was, holding herself up while it happened. But now she was right at the end of a bench, so she couldn’t do that. Instead, she took Dani’s head in her hands, holding on tight. And instead of shutting her eyes again, like she usually would do, she kept looking at Dani, straight into her eyes.

“Ride the Pony, ride the Pony,” Jordan whispered as she and Dani stared at one another, eyes locked. “Ride the Pony, ride the Pony!”

Dani could hardly believe it — a little girl was having oral sex with her, fucking her face, getting ready to come in her mouth! She had her hands on Jordan’s bottom, squeezing the tight round cheeks, pulling her in close as the child rocked back and forth on her tongue, moving faster and faster. It wouldn’t be long now.

“Ride the Pony, ride the P—  eeyahh!!”

Jordan came so quickly that not many of the others were ready. Only Desiree, standing next to her friend and rubbing her clit as she imagined being in Dani’s place — or in Jordan’s — and Ana, who was watching from a little further away and who really liked taboo — anything involving incest or underage girls — only the two of them reached orgasm at the same time as Jordan.

Ana leaned back against the bulkhead, two fingers pressed up inside her cunt, the other hand squeezing her clit. The woman was able to make her climax last, playing it out, riding the wave, fucking herself and stroking her clit at just the right time so she would continue to come, on and on, again and again. She kept her eyes open, looking not only at Jordan and Dani, but also at Caroline eating Charlie, at Angela eating Bambi, at Tina with Amanda, at Paige and Eve, at Sheila and Fiona. All this hot dirty forbidden sex drove her absolutely wild.

Now Harriet was ready too. She had arrived in the main saloon a few minutes earlier after hurriedly stripping off her clothes and donning a short black nightgown. Harriet loved watching people play, and she’d already been very turned on while observing from the bridge, so it didn’t take much longer once she was on the scene. She reached under her nightie and rubbed herself, gazing around the room. She saw the little girl come on top of Dani, which was incredible, and then she heard Ana grunting and groaning.

The engineer turned and looked at the nude chef. She admired her full lips, her curvy shape, and especially those thick brown nipples Harriet loved to suck — and as she thought about that, Harriet came.

Stacie caught Jordan just as she began to fall forward off of Dani, taking the sweaty, trembling child into her arms. Two strong orgasms in only a few minutes had left the little one nearly unconscious. Stacie hugged her daughter, stroking her, kissing her cheeks, saying how much she loved her. Carol came over too. Together they soothed Jordan, nurturing her, petting her… and surprisingly soon, the bouncy girl was ready for more.

It was time for the real deflowering of Dani, the initial penetration of her virgin pussy. After placing Jordan back on the padded bench, on her knees between Dani’s legs, Stacie crouched beside the child to give instruction and encouragement. Carol was on other side, also ready to help. With her own orgasm completed, Desiree knelt beside Dani, holding her friend’s hand, kissing her softly, telling her everything would be fine.

Julie had spoken with Dani previously and inquired about her masturbation habits. Although she hadn’t checked physically, Julie was quite certain the girl had broken her hymen years earlier, so that shouldn’t be a problem. Still, the only thing she’d ever had inside was her own finger; the teen was likely to be very tight. Opening a cabinet behind her, Julie removed a large plastic bottle with a squirt top. The label said Liquid Silk. She handed it to Carol, who smiled and nodded.

Everything was in place.

“Jordan, honey, we want you to try something new, okay?” Carol said.

“Okay, what?” the child replied, her eyes bright.

“Well, first, baby,” said Stacie, “how about if you try licking Dani, you know, the way I’ve licked you before. Sort of like Pony, except you lick and suck instead, and you’re on top. You remember how I did that with you?”

“Uh-huh,” Jordan nodded, grinning. “I liked it!”

“I know you did.” Stacie gave the girl a quick kiss on the lips. “So now you lick Dani that way, okay?”

“Okay, sure!”

After setting the bottle of lube on the floor, Carol gently opened Dani’s labia with her fingers, letting Jordan see inside. The girl glanced up at her Nanna, who gave her an encouraging wink. Then Jordan closed her eyes, bent down, and inhaled deeply through her nose, almost comically.

“Mmmm, she smells good. Just like you, Mommy!”

“Good, I’m glad,” Stacie giggled. “I’m sure she will taste good too. You start licking her now, all right?”

“Yeah!”

Carol suppressed a chuckle as she watched Jordan lean in and begin devouring Dani’s pussy. There was nothing shy or timid about that little girl! The child happily licked and sucked, eager to try each new thing as her mother or grandmother suggested it. She munched on Dani’s labia, tongued her vagina, nibbled her clit, and more. They let this go on for several minutes, giving Dani time to relax, to loosen up, allowing the erotic sensations to gradually build.

Meanwhile, climaxes were happening around the periphery. Bambi came in Angela’s mouth, and Amanda came in Tina’s mouth. Shortly after that, Charlie came in Caroline’s mouth, then Eve came in Paige’s mouth and Fiona in Sheila’s mouth. Neither of the twins had orgasms, with Georgia licking Hailey and Melissa licking Holly — it was all just too novel for them to completely let go — but Stephanie enjoyed a loud and extremely wet climax with young Jemma licking her. Veronica, watching them and rubbing herself, came at the same time as Stephanie.

Stacie and Carol gazed at each other for a moment. They were kneeling on either side of the bench, assisting Jordan. After reaching a silent agreement, both glanced up at Julie, who was standing near Dani and Desiree. Julie met their eyes and nodded.

“Okay, honey, that’s great,” Carol said softly to Jordan. “Really good job. I can tell how much Dani likes it.”

That was obvious, in fact, to anyone who looked. Dani had her head raised, looking down at Jordan, watching the little girl lick her. The teen was breathing hard, licking her lips, squeezing Desiree’s hand tightly in her own. Dani’s face was flushed and beaded with sweat, her body trembling.

“So, now it’s time for something else, okay?” said Stacie.

Lifting her mouth from Dani’s sodden pussy, Jordan smiled at her mom. “Uh-huh. Okay, what?”

“Well, we want you to try putting your fingers inside her.”

They heard Dani sigh, “Oh my god, yes.”

“Inside?” asked Jordan.

“That’s right. Do it first with one finger, okay?” Stacie held up her own index finger as an example. Then she pointed it at Dani’s vagina. “Right in there. Put your finger right in there.”

People began to get up, moving in closer to see. Bambi and Amanda came and stood near Stacie, holding hands. Their mothers, Angela and Tina were just behind the girls, arms wrapped around them. All four had shed their pajama party clothing and were nude.

Paige and Gwen and their mother got up as well, the younger girl also sliding in close to Stacie, peering around her at Dani. Gwen and Eve were right behind Paige. Next to Paige was Fiona, then Erin at the end of the bench. Holly and Hailey crowded in too, near where Carol was kneeling. Their two moms were with them, standing just behind, hands on the girls’ shoulders. Melissa, Jemma, and Georgia were on the other side of the twins, watching closely, as were Debby and Kelly.

The only two of the yacht’s guests not observing the lesbian action in the center of the room were Bridget and Sheila. The sisters were instead engaged in a heated 69, lying on a sofa with Sheila on top.

Caroline slipped out of her terry robe and dropped it on a chair. She had already removed Charlie’s feet pajamas, so both were naked. Taking her daughter’s hand, the captain moved slowly over to where Eve was standing with her girls, Gwen and Paige, the three of them watching Jordan play with Dani. Eve was still wearing her white babydoll nightie, though her panties were off.

“Hello,” said Caroline to the tall, lovely brunette.

“Hello,” Eve smiled.

“May Charlie and I spend some time with you?”

“Yes, of course, that would be nice.”

Caroline slipped a hand under Eve’s nightgown, cupping her bottom, kneading the warm flesh. Leaning close to her ear, she whispered, “Do you fancy little girls?”

“Uh, well, yes, I… I think I do,” Eve nodded slowly.

“Don’t you think they’re bloody marvelous, the very small ones, so young, so innocent, so tempting?” As she was saying this, Caroline picked up Charlie, cradling the tiny girl in her arms, spreading her thin legs apart, exposing her to Eve.

“I only just got done licking her, you know. And look at her now… so pink and fresh and inviting.”

The woman slid her thumb between the child’s legs, probing into her juicy little vagina. Charlie giggled, shivering in pleasure. Eve stared at the illicit display, swallowing hard, licking her lips.

Standing beside her mother, with Paige just in front of them, Gwen’s eyes went wide. Even with all that had already taken place during their vacation, the tall teenager was continually surprised — and aroused — to be hearing and seeing such things. Sliding her hand down, she unsnapped the crotch of her sheer black bodysuit and began to play with herself.

On the other side of the room, Abby eased around until she was close to Stephanie.

“Hi,” she whispered in her ear.

“Hi,” Stephanie answered. She turned her head and the two blondes shared a soft kiss. Abby reached around to cover Stephanie’s breasts with her hands, squeezing them gently.

“Mmm,” Stephanie sighed as she felt the 19-year-old’s fingers pinching her nipples.

Ana approached Angela and Bambi. They both were nude, as was Ana.

“I love the young girls,” Ana smiled, nodding toward 10-year-old. “Muy bonita.”

“Thank you,” Angela replied. “I think she’s very pretty too… as is your daughter.”

Both women looked at Jenifer, who was standing nearby, smoking a cigarette while rubbing her shaved pussy with her other hand. She was naked. Angela beckoned to her. The shy 22-year-old giggled nervously, but then put out her cigarette and stepped over to them.

After kissing Jenifer’s mouth, Angela asked, “Would you like to play with me while your mother plays with my daughter?”

“Okay, yes, I do,” Jenifer nodded. Angela took the sexy brunette in her arms, kissing her deeply, hands going everywhere.

Ana watched them for a few seconds before kneeling in front of Bambi. She took the child’s hand in hers and tenderly kissed it, almost as in courting. Their eyes met. They both smiled. Then Ana’s gaze slid down to Bambi’s crotch. She licked her lips.

Bambi adjusted her stance, moving her feet apart, arching her pelvis, presenting her puffy mound to the older woman. It was clear invitation. Ana accepted it, leaning in with a happy sigh, using her thumbs to gently part the hairless labia, gazing in at the little girl’s moist pink sex for a long moment — before opening her mouth and beginning to lick.

Harriet came up behind Julie, who was standing at the end of the bench close to her daughter, Desiree. Without saying a word, Harriet pulled her nightgown off and dropped it to the floor, then put her hands on Julie’s hips. The full-bodied brunette pressed her groin against the slim blonde’s bottom, humping her suggestively.

Julie responded by turning her head to look back at Harriet, grinning and running her tongue around her mouth, giving her a look of carnal desire. The engineer grabbed Julie’s breasts, squeezing them hard. She loved the feel of a woman’s breasts in her hands.

Emma viewed all this on the monitors from her post on the bridge, a hand inside her shorts, rubbing her wet pussy, eager to see what would happen next. She kept a watchful eye on the instruments, of course, and also checked the digital clock from time to time, knowing she would be relieved after a while and could join the fun again.

Continue on to Chapter 55

Mo-o-o-mmy!

  • Posted on November 28, 2015 at 2:10 pm

 

Serendipity, Chapter 53

  • Posted on November 27, 2015 at 3:54 pm

By Naughty Mommy

To keep track of everyone while the cruise on the luxury yacht is underway, you can use this chart.

The two women with oiled hands slowly gazed around the plush main saloon in the Carte Blanche. Both were nude, as was Abby, the tall 19-year-old blonde lying face up on a padded bench between them. Before resuming their sensual massage of the girl, Ana and Julie paused to take in the scene.

Seated in front of them, in chairs and on sofas, were nine women, age 44 down to age 25, and eleven girls from 16 down to 7. All were guests on the yacht and were dressed for a ‘pajama party’, which meant they were mostly un-dressed. With them were Caroline and Georgia, the captain and first mate, along with their daughters. Georgia, who had Jemma on a knee, was sitting beside Stephanie. Her older daughter Melissa was on the other side of Georgia. Caroline, with little Charlie on her lap, was next to Angela, at the far end of the seats.

Behind Ana and Julie, on a large movie screen lowered from the ceiling, video excerpts of beautiful women and girls making love continued to play. The air in the room was warm and close, humid with desire, heavy with the scent of feminine arousal. Most of the women and a few of the girls were openly masturbating and several had just completed climaxes.

Julie and Ana turned to their daughters, standing beside them. Both were also nude. Desiree poured more oil from a small glass vial into Julie’s palm, and Jenifer did the same for her mother.

As the women began applying the aromatic oil to Abby, the girls each poured some of the golden liquid into their own palms, then set the vials down. Smiling and facing toward the seats, they rubbed oil over their bodies, coating their breasts, their bellies, their loins. Their skin shone.

Julie started again at Abby’s feet, caressing her, easing her slick hands slowly up the girl’s long legs. Ana began with the blonde’s arms, then her shoulders, her neck, and her breasts. Their daughters watched what the women were doing, and also made frequent eye contact with the spectators, while at the same time their fingers worked between their own legs, squeezing their labia, teasing their clits, sliding into moist vaginas.

Stephanie had Hailey perched on one knee, but that hadn’t stopped her from pushing a hand inside her soaked panties to play with herself. She could already feel the beginnings of a delicious climax swirling up from deep inside. It was intensely exciting for her to be among so many naked or half-dressed women and girls — mothers and daughters! — sweating, groaning, filled with desire for hot illicit lesbian sex.

With the exception of some of the youngest girls, everyone in the audience was masturbating now. Over the moans and sighs of the video soundtrack could be heard the wet slapping sounds of fingers plunging into pussies, the muffled cries of aroused women and girls teasing their clits, heavy breathing getting faster as they brought themselves closer and closer to orgasm.

Holly didn’t know where to look — at her mother touching herself right next to her, at the two ladies rubbing their hands all over Miss Abby, at the other two standing there in front of her doing that master-thing, whatever it was called, or maybe up at the movie screen where she could see anything she wanted to see, all kinds of licking and sucking and fingers going inside everywhere — it was just so totally amazing, and now she really wanted to feel good too.

“Mommy?” said Holly.

“Uh, yes, honey?”

“Will you rub me? Rub me down here?”

Without waiting for a reply, the little girl got to her feet, quickly tugging her undies down and off. Then she climbed onto her mother’s leg and leaned back against her, pulling up her nightie to expose her hairless slit.

“Me too!” Hailey exclaimed, dropping off Stephanie’s other leg just long enough to remove her own undies before clambering back on, lifting her nightie and exposing herself the same way. “Rub me too!”

“Oh, well, sure, girls,” their mother chuckled, “but…”

“It’s all good, you take care of them and I’ll take care of you.”

That was Georgia. The young woman snaked a hand under Stephanie’s arm and then down between her legs, slipping into her panties. With practiced fingers she found the clitoris, giving it a quick pinch before sliding a finger lower still, penetrating the woman’s heated vagina while her thumb teased the erect nubbin.

“Oh my god, that’s good,” sighed Stephanie. She knew it wouldn’t take long at all for her to come, being stimulated like that. But she also wanted to give her daughters the pleasure they had asked for.

First she kissed them each on the mouth. “I love you, girls. I love you very much.”

“We love you too, Mommy,” the 8-year-old twins answered in unison.

Then she put her hands on their smooth mounds, feeling the warm puffy labia. As she began to rub the girls, Stephanie glanced around. On her right, Sheila had taken advantage of the space vacated by Holly to slump over on her side and lift a foot onto the sofa, opening her legs for her daughter Erin. The redheaded teen was licking Sheila’s cunt.

Stephanie also saw that Jordan had climbed onto Carol’s lap, and that the child’s panties were off. Her grandmother, the woman Jordan called Nanna, was fondling her little pussy. The black bra Carol had been wearing was gone, discarded somewhere, and Stacie was leaning over to kiss and lick her mother’s tits.

Further along the row, Eve, Paige, and Gwen were kissing and fingering one another, as were Bambi and Amanda. Meanwhile, Caroline was on her knees between Angela’s outstretched legs. The sheer negligee had been pulled up to Angela’s waist and the captain was eating her. Charlie, the 7-year-old, stood next to her mother with a small hand on her back, watching closely.

In the center of the room, the action was beginning to intensify as well. Julie had pushed Abby’s legs apart, the girl’s feet dropping to the floor, her pussy open to the spectators. Leaning over from the waist, her face close to the smooth shaved mound, the woman massaged the teenager’s swollen labia for half a minute or so with oiled fingers. It was easy to see how excited Abby was becoming as she groaned and shuddered with every stroke. The older woman, Ana, was doing something else now too, not only caressing the girl’s small breasts, but bending down to wetly kiss her mouth and then to lick and suck her erect nipples.

What really got everyone’s attention, though, was when Desiree and Jenifer turned away from the audience and approached the naked women. Each slid a hand between her mother’s legs from behind, finding the opening to the vagina and shoving a finger deep inside, fucking their moms. The two continued rubbing themselves at the same time.

The orgy was underway, at least the beginning of it, with masturbation, nipple sucking, kissing, touching, fingering, oral sex, incest…

A loud cry signaled a climax. It was Kelly, at the end of the row on the left. Her mother, Veronica, was finger-fucking her, bringing the teen to a shrieking orgasm. Seeing this was too much for Stephanie. She wanted to continue stroking her daughters, and tried to, but couldn’t hold back the powerful surge of lust that suddenly pushed her over the top. As she gasped and strained, her body quaking with each climactic spasm, she realized in a distant part of her mind that Georgia was coming too, next to her.

Holly and Hailey looked around the room, their eyes going everywhere, watching the sex and the porn, hearing the moans and cries, smelling the fragrant oil and the pungent aroma of pussy.

No one else was ready just then, but it didn’t take much longer, only another minute or two, until Sheila was coming in Erin’s mouth, and then Angela in Caroline’s mouth. Shortly after them, it was Bridget and Fiona, masturbating next to each other and climaxing simultaneously. Then it was Eve, and soon after her, Gwen, then Paige.

By that time, Jenifer and Desiree were really fucking their mothers fast and hard from behind and it appeared that both women were right on the edge. Julie, who had a finger inside Abby, reaching for her G-spot while also sucking her clit, was shaking with excitement. It seemed that she was trying her best to hold on until she could bring Abby.

“Cogerme duro! Cogerme duro!” hissed Ana over and over again as she kneaded Abby’s breasts, pinching the nipples. Only a few people knew the translation — that she was imploring her daughter to ‘Fuck me hard!’ — although it wasn’t difficult to guess what the woman wanted from the way she was bending over, thrusting her pelvis back to receive Jenifer’s plunging fingers.

Veronica came loudly, watching this and playing with herself, and then Georgia came again, her third orgasm in only a few minutes. After that it was Melissa, Georgia’s 12-year-old daughter, sitting between her mother and Veronica.

Now Ana couldn’t wait any longer. She climaxed while Jenifer fucked her, and then only a moment later Julie got what she wanted — Abby crying out in passion, reaching orgasm — so Julie could finally let herself go too, coming hard on Desiree’s finger deep inside her cunt. Seeing their moms come was also enough to push both Jenifer and Desiree over the top as they furiously rubbed their clits.

Five orgasms from the entertainers in the center of the room and at least a dozen more among the spectators, all within a short time. Watching all this on video monitors from her place on the bridge, Harriet could barely restrain herself. Her hand was pushed inside her panties, fingers dripping with moisture. She didn’t quite come, but she certainly got close.

The woman had too much integrity, however, to ever lose control completely, even in a situation like that. She managed to retain her composure and keep an adequate enough focus on the ship’s instruments. But oh god was she desperate to lick some pussy!

There was a brief intermission. The video went off and the movie screen receded back up into the ceiling. Ana, Jenifer, Julie, Desiree, and Abby departed, leaving the padded bench behind. The lights were brought up halfway. Emma, still in her boy shorts and halter bra, came around pushing a cart, offering glasses of ice water or shots of tequila. Most of the women accepted both. Among the girls, only Gwen decided to try the tequila, with her mother’s permission, but she didn’t like it very much.

After about ten minutes, Julie came back out. She was leading Dani, holding the slim young blonde by the hand. Julie wore a thong and a skimpy bra, while Dani was completely nude. Everyone took their seats again, excited to see what would happen next.

Julie waited until it was quiet, and then said, “Now we have a special treat for you, a very special treat.”

She smiled at Dani, who blushed and giggled, holding a hand over her mouth. Julie continued, “As you know, this pretty girl is Dani. She and her family moved a few months ago from Canada to Los Angeles, where my daughter and I live. Dani and Desiree go to the same high school and they have become best friends. Isn’t that right?”

Dani nodded, giggling some more, “Uh-huh.”

“As we got to know Dani, I learned that she’d had some dance training when she was younger, and so I invited her to enter the dance academy I run in LA. She did so, and has become an excellent student. But there is one other very important thing that Desiree and I also learned about Dani. Would you like to tell everyone what that is?”

Julie took a step back, letting go of Dani’s hand. The girl blushed even more deeply, turning red from her ears down to her chest. She swallowed hard and gazed out at the audience, trying to build up her courage.

“Okay…” Dani took a deep breath. “Okay, um, well, I’m a virgin.”

The room was silent for a moment, everyone taking in and evaluating this news.

Stepping forward again, Julie said, “Now, this may not seem all that remarkable to you. After all, there still are a few 16-year-old virgins left in California.”

That remark drew scattered chuckles.

“But the really significant part of this is that Dani has made a decision. She has decided that tonight, with your help, she will lose her virginity.”

Eyes went wide. There were a few gasps and several brief murmurs.

“I should mention two other things, by the way,” Julie went on. “When I say she is a virgin, or when she says that, it means she has never had sex with anyone in her life. Not with a boy or a man, not with a woman or a girl. She really is a virgin. Except with herself, that is. You do masturbate, don’t you, Dani?”

“Oh yeah, a lot, since I was 11!” The girl laughed, and many in the audience laughed with her. There was even some applause.

Julie motioned to the side, and Desiree came out to join them. She was nude. Her mother took her hand and announced, “Just so you know, my lovely daughter here is not a virgin. She’s 15 now, almost 16, and had her first sexual experience at age 12, with… would anyone care to guess who it was with?”

“With you?” said Carol.

“That’s right,” Julie nodded, smiling, and got a loud round of applause.

“So fucking hot,” Carol remarked, as she openly ogled the teenager.

“Desiree loves sex. She’s bisexual, the same as me, so she’s been with both boys and girls. Of course, she’s on the pill, and always uses condoms with the boys. She and Dani have kissed a few times, and I’ve kissed Dani too, but that’s all, just a little kissing. She always said she wasn’t ready for more, and we respected that. Now, however…”

Julie looked at Dani, evidently expecting her to complete the sentence.

“Okay, um, now, however, I don’t want to be a virgin, not any more,” said the girl. “I want you, all of you, to take it from me.”

Up and down the line of seats, the girls and women, especially the mature women, studied young Dani. She was a tiny little thing, only about 5’2”, not even a hundred pounds, very fair skinned with long, straight, light blonde hair and pretty blue eyes — almost a storybook image of how you might picture a virgin. Her breasts were small, barely an A cup, her nipples pink and perky. What little pussy hair she had was shaved clean. She had no noticeable blemishes, no tattoos, no piercings. Even her eyebrows were faint. A pure innocent girl, ripe for the taking.

“We talked about this earlier today — we’ve been talking about it for several days, in fact,” Julie said, “but I just want to make sure, one more time. Are you certain, Dani, that you are ready to go through with this?”

“Yeah, definitely, for sure, I really want to,” she affirmed, bobbing her head.

“All right, then, if you’re ready, who would you like to begin with? Is there anyone special you’d like to have as your first?”

“Well, um, you and Desiree, a lot, for sure, and then, um, the girls, the younger ones, I mean the really young ones, if that’s okay…”

“Of course it’s okay,” Julie assured her. “Anything and anyone you want.”

“Okay, and then, uh, also I especially want to do it with Stephanie.”

“Me?” Stephanie blinked. “Why me especially?”

“Well, because, I mean, because you really seem like a mom, like I could call you Mommy or something while we were doing it, you know?”

“And you… and you want that?”

Dani nodded, “Uh-huh.”

“Could I call you Mommy too?” Desiree blurted.

From somewhere behind them, they heard Abby saying, “That’s funny, I asked her the same thing.”

Stephanie smiled, “Yes, Desiree, I would love to have you call me Mommy. It would get me very excited.” But then she looked at Julie. “You don’t mind, do you?”

“No, of course not. I don’t mind at all,” the woman chuckled. “Whatever turns them on and turns you on — whatever will lead to more juicy pussies and more orgasms, that’s what we want.”

Turning again to Dani, Julie said, “You still haven’t told us, though, honey — is there someone special you’d like to take you first? Would it be Stephanie?”

“No, um,” Dani nodded, “I mean, think it would be, like, even kinkier and hotter if it was, if my very first was one of the youngest girls here. I really want Jordan to fuck me.”

“Oh my god,” Stacie and Carol sighed in unison.

Upstairs, on the bridge, Harriet heard a door open behind her. She glanced at the digital clock. It read 9:59:58. Her relief was exactly on time. What a great mate Emma was! Harriet turned toward her, grinning and zipping up her slacks.

Emma was in shorts and a tank top, wearing sneakers but no socks. “Reporting for duty,” she smiled.

“You’re the best, you are.” Harriet gave her a big hug and a kiss on the lips.

The older woman started toward the door, then stopped. Waving at the instrument board, she said, “It’s all just been fine, totally quiet. But don’t wait a minute to call me if you need anything, right?”

“Sure, no problem,” Emma said in her barely detectable Greek accent. “You just go have fun.”

“Oh, I will,” Harriet winked. Then she was gone.

“Why were they talking to you, Mommy?” Holly asked Stephanie.

“Oh, well, see, that pretty girl, Dani, she was saying that she wants me to… you know, to have sex with her. And, uh, Desiree, her friend, she does too, she wants the same thing.”

“Have sex?” asked Hailey, sitting on her mom’s other knee.

“Yes, well, that’s why we’re here tonight, all of us. We can all play with each other as much as we want. In fact, you girls can look around the room and tell me if there is anyone here that you really would like to, you know, kiss and touch and everything, someone you want to be with. Okay?”

“Anyone?” Holly asked.

“That’s right,” Stephanie nodded, warming to the occasion and pointing around. “See all these girls and women here? Tonight you can do anything you want with any of them. Just tell me who you want and what you’d like to do. You can fuck them all.”

“Wow…” Hailey breathed, leaning forward, eyes darting from one woman or girl to another.

“I like Dani,” said Holly.

“Me too,” nodded Hailey, “and Desiree.”

Holly said, “Yeah, and um, and Miss Abby too.”

“And Miss Georgia, and Melissa, and Jemma!” added Hailey.

“And Charlie!” Holly almost shouted.

She and her sister could hardly sit still as they considered all the possibilities. They twisted and jiggled on their mother’s knees, their pretty blue eyes bright with anticipation.

While the three of them were talking, Carol and Stacie had come forward, bringing Jordan with them. They conversed in quiet tones with Dani and Julie for a minute, apparently discussing what would happen.

“Can we kiss Dani now?” Holly asked eagerly.

“Um, no, not yet,” Stephanie replied. “In a little while you can, I’m sure, but, well, Dani has never fucked anyone before, so Jordan is going to have sex with her first and we’re all going to watch them do it, okay?”

“Okay!”

It occurred to Stephanie as they sat there that many people, perhaps most, would consider her an unfit parent for exposing her children to something like this. They would no doubt say she was irresponsible, if not abusive. And yet just look at her girls: Holly and Hailey were smiling happily, both literally bouncing with joy, clearly having the greatest time and not traumatized in the least.

Stephanie loved her daughters more than she could say and would never do anything to hurt them. But learning about sex or even experiencing it didn’t hurt the girls. Not if they were with people who cared for them, who loved them and would treat them gently, looking out for their feelings, bringing them nothing but pleasure and excitement.

No, Stephanie didn’t have any regrets at all. On the contrary, she was very pleased to be a ‘naughty mommy’!

Continue on to Chapter 54

Nothin’ goin’ on but the rent

  • Posted on November 26, 2015 at 6:48 pm

By JetBoy

Ain’t nothing going on now
But the rent
A whole lotta bills and my money’s spent…
– James Brown

My name is Sue Bedford. I’m 35 years old and live in Little Rock, Arkansas, where I own several houses that I rent out. They were built fast and on the cheap in the eighties, during a real estate boom that was practically over before it began. The property got tied up in litigation for several years, and got put on the market when no one was buying.

I secured a loan from the bank, my parents fronted me the rest — and just like that, I was the owner of five homes in a newly-developed neighborhood that never quite got finished, part of what used to be the industrial side of town before all the factory work got shipped to Asia. I quit my paper-shuffling job, which I’d always hated, and advertised for tenants.

Within a few weeks, all of my houses were occupied. Pleasure palaces they’re not — none of them are air-conditioned, for one thing, and the wiring was done in a fairly slipshod way — but I set the rent fairly low to compensate. I’d spent a big part of my younger days in Daddy’s workshop where he’d taught me how to use all his tools, so I was able to do most of the repairs myself.

It’s a good living, but every now and then I’ve had to deal with deadbeats who use all kinds of angles to scam me on the rent. I’m a pleasant enough gal and understand that sometimes, folks will have trouble making ends meet, but I won’t hesitate to kick out anyone who tries to take advantage of my good nature.

On this one particular day, a hot, humid July afternoon, I was on the way to one of my houses to collect back rent from one of my problem tenants. Jill was a twentyish single mom of a ten-year-old girl named Tammy. She worked two jobs to make ends meet, but couldn’t manage her money worth a damn. This was the fourth time in a year that she’d been over a week late with the rent — and it was only August!

I felt sorry for Jill, but she always had some excuse as to why she couldn’t come up with the rent right then. My car’s in the shop, I had to get Tammy new shoes for school, I got a dentist bill, missed a couple days at work, come back in a week and I’ll have it, I swear.

I was tired of her nonsense, and armed with an eviction notice. It was pay-up-or-get-out time for Jill, and I wasn’t about to accept any more empty promises.

Normally I would have called first — but sometimes when I did that with Jill, she had a way of making herself scarce before I got there. This time I’d chosen to drop in without a heads-up, determined that she wouldn’t be pulling her little evasive maneuver that day.

As I approached the house, I was satisfied to see her car out front. So far, so good. Parking my truck, I pushed past the gate of the white picket fence, strolled up to the open front door and knocked on the screen. That time of year, folks who relied on electric fans to cool their homes would leave the doors and windows open during the day, using screened doors and windows to keep bugs out.

No one answered. The TV was on — some afternoon talk show turned up loud. I rapped again, harder this time. Still no response.

“Hello… anybody here?” I called through the screen door while knocking once more. Was Jill ignoring me, or simply hiding? Whichever it was, she wouldn’t wriggle off the hook so easily.

I tried the handle on the screen door and it opened. “Hello?” I called out again as I entered the house. Still no answer. “Jill?”

I began to feel a bit apprehensive. This wasn’t the worst neighborhood in town, but it wasn’t the best, either. Some of the meth users from around these parts are crazier than a bag of snakes, capable of doing anything to get their dope money.

Craning my head around the entryway to the kitchen, I looked in — no one there. I went over to the back door, which was also open, and glanced through the screen, thinking that Jill might be in the yard. She wasn’t. I went back into the living room.

On the television, the talk-show host was saying, “You claim to be ab-so-lute-ly certain that this baby is yours, Mitch, and that Crystal was faithful while you were in Afghanistan. Well, I have the paternity test results right here.” He brandished an envelope.

“Shut the fuck up,” I muttered, moving toward the stairs that led to the second floor. For no reason I could have put into words, my nerves were jangling. Something wasn’t right.

Cautiously reaching the top of the steps, I crept to the first doorway and took a quick peek inside. It was a mess — clothes and toys strewn carelessly about, bed unmade, a young girl’s things covering every flat surface in sight. The room obviously belonged to Jill’s daughter Tammy. No sign of the girl, though — or her mother.

I checked the bathroom across the way… empty. Retracing my steps, I went past the stairs toward the other bedroom. The door was almost closed, but not quite. Drawing near, I listened without looking inside. There was the whir of a fan running and strangely muffled human sounds.

Not knowing what to think, I nudged the door open — and that’s when I got the shock of my life.

There lying completely naked on the bed, legs spread wide, was ten-year-old Tammy, her wrists bound to the headboard with pantyhose. Sprawled between the child’s thighs, mouth covering her daughter’s bare slit, was Tammy’s mother Jill.

I could only stand, frozen to the spot, staring in complete disbelief. Jill was eagerly going down on her little girl while Tammy writhed and moaned on the bed, eyes closed, tugging at the nylon ties that bound her.

At first, I thought that Tammy was an unwilling prisoner, tied to the bed and forced to suffer Jill’s oral molestation. Thankfully, I paused long enough to realize that this child was anything but reluctant.

“Oh, Mama,” she whimpered. “Feels so good, so good… lick me more!”

Don’t get me wrong, I have no objection to lesbian sex. In fact, I’m gay myself. Actually, I knew that Jill was at least bisexual, because I’d seen her a time or two in the local dyke bar. But watching her eat her underage daughter’s pussy — well, that was a whole new kind of wild.

Tammy was a gorgeous little girl who looked amazing naked. She was tall for her age, more willowy than thin, with long blonde hair that spilled like sunlight onto the pillow — though a few strands were glued to her damp face and shoulders. Her chest was perfectly flat, adorned with raspberry nipples.

Jill’s head mostly obscured her daughter’s sex, though I caught the occasional glimpse of Tammy’s rosy slit as Jill pleasured the child with steady swipes of the tongue. I found myself longing for the woman to raise her head, to move just long enough to give me a real look at what her little girl had.

It was then that Tammy’s eyes fluttered open. Seeing me standing there, she gasped in horror.

Jill immediately sat up and spun around to gape at me, her mouth and chin wet from her daughter’s sex. Time seemed to go motionless for an endless instant, then she exploded.

“You fuckin’ bitch!” Jill cried, covering herself with a sheet and rushing toward me. Startled, I backed away. “Get the hell outta here, you, you cunt!” she shrieked, slamming the door shut. “What the fuck do you want?” Her voice rang out from the other side.

“I — I’ve just…” I stammered, head spinning like merry-go-round at what I’d seen. “I’m…”

“Hold on a minute,” Jill fired back.

I heard some rustling around inside the bedroom and in a minute Jill emerged from the bedroom in a floral bathrobe.

“You’ve got some explainin’ to do, lady. What in hell are you doing, roamin’ around in our house? You think ‘cause you own this place, we don’t get any fuckin’ privacy? I got half a mind to kick the shit outta you,” Jill said, glaring at me with fire in her eyes.

Somehow, I found the words to speak. “I only came to — to collect the rent,” I replied, trying to still my galloping pulse. “No one answered the door, and it looked like someone was home, so I came in looking for you.”

She said nothing… but her expression softened just a bit.

“Listen, it’s none of my business what you two are doing,” I added. “As far as I’m concerned, I didn’t see a thing.”

Jill took a deep breath, nodded. “Okay, I’m sorry I flew off the handle… but I need you to go,” she said.

“I will, Jill — just as soon as you pay your rent. It’s overdue again. Way overdue.”

“I… I don’t have it. Some other bills came up that I had to take care of. I’ll have it next week for sure,” she said, going slightly pale. “I just need a little more time.”

I shook my head. “You’ve had time, Jill. I’m sorry, but you give me no choice. Here,” I said as I took a folded piece of paper from the pocket of my flannel shirt.

“Wh-what is this?” she asked, her face white with fear. Jill made no move to take the paper from my hand. She knew.

“It’s an eviction notice. You’ve got three days to either pay the rent or move out. I don’t like to do this, but I can’t let you stay for free,” I said, staring at her. Shit, I hated this part of my job.

“Oh, my God, no. This can’t be happening,” she said, tears welling up in her eyes. “I got no money and no place to go. Look, I know I’ll have the money next week. I get my paycheck and m-my sister is s’posed to pay me back a loan I gave her…” She was sobbing in earnest now.

“Jill… we’ve been through this before,” I sighed. “Every time I come here for what you owe me, you’ve got some damn excuse.”

Jill took a deep breath, fought to calm herself. “Look — hold on. I got an idea that might be kind of a… a good faith offerin’ for you to let us stay here, least ‘til I get the money next week,” she said.

Now what? “Go ahead, I’m listening.”

“Wait here a minute.” She ducked into her bedroom.

I could hear Jill and Tammy talking, their voices low. After a couple of minutes, the door opened and Jill returned, still wrapped in her robe.

“Okay, here’s the deal. Tammy and I talked it over and we’ll let you come in my bedroom and watch us fuck, just like we were when you busted in on us. No touching, ‘less we say so. For that, you wait until next week for the rent. Deal?” Jill asked, looking up at me with anxious eyes.

“What makes you think I’d be interested in watching you and your daughter?” I asked, trying to keep my voice even. Inside, my heart was pounding.

She made a face. “Cut the crap, lady. You’re into chicks, just like me… and I saw the way you were lookin’ at Tammy, not three minutes ago. Hell, I had you pegged as queer the day we moved in, but I sure didn’t know you was into the young stuff.”

I felt my face grow hot, a tightness forming in my belly at the realization that the secret I’d kept locked inside for so long, so damn long, had finally revealed itself.

When I realized at the tender age of twelve that I was a lesbian, the girls I most longed to kiss and touch were all younger than me — especially Kitty, the freckly, pigtailed eight-year-old who lived two doors down. So many nights I spent with the sheets drawn up to my chin, biting my lip to keep from moaning as I masturbated to visions of undressing Kitty, exploring her bare body.

As I ripened into womanhood I’d assumed my fantasies would mature along with me, that I’d come to crave sex with older girls and women instead of kids. Somehow, though, it didn’t quite work out that way. Oh, I had an active enough sex life, picking up curious college girls, closeted housewives and the occasional out lesbian… but I couldn’t bring myself to settle down with one lover. That hunger for forbidden candy was too strong.

Now I’d been outed, and by my own traitorous eyes. With a single glance, Jill had seen the helpless desire on my face as I’d stared at her naked little girl. She knew me for what I was. No point in arguing.

I stood there like a poleaxed idiot, pondering this crazy offer. God knows it was tempting, but something didn’t feel right. “Wait, wait. You and your daughter are going to perform for me? How does she feel about that? If she isn’t — I mean, I don’t want to…” I was picturing the frightened expression I’d seen on Tammy’s face when she first spotted me in the doorway, and it was anything but an arousing image.

“Don’t you worry none about that,” Jill replied. “She loves gettin’ grown women all hot and bothered. Why, just last month I got called in to her school to meet with the principal, ’cause Tammy kept flashin’ her panties at the teacher.” She shook her head — either in awe or exasperation, I couldn’t tell. “My baby girl has a good eye for the ladies, but her, um, her gay-dar ain’t quite there yet. I mean, I met her teacher last fall. I coulda told Tammy – that woman was straight as a yardstick.” Jill paused, looking me up and down, clearly liking what she saw. “She’ll like you, that’s for damn sure.”

Be still, my beating heart. “So, then… Tammy, she’s okay with me watching you two, er, make love?”

Jill gave a snort of laughter. “Hon, you’ll make her year.”

“And then I… I give you until next week to pay the rent.”

She nodded slowly, deliberately. “The way I see it, we’re givin’ you a pretty goddamn good deal here. You get to see some hot mother-daughter sex, and you’ll get your money next week. That’s the deal, take it or leave it,” she finished, then gave a helpless shrug. “I don’t have nothin’ else to offer.”

It was a dangerous, perverted proposition, but that only made it more exciting. Besides, I wanted a better look at Tammy.

“It’s a deal,” I said.

Jill gave me a brusque nod. “You wait here, now. Come in when I call.”

She disappeared into the bedroom and left the door open about a foot. I stood outside, heart pounding at the thought of what I was getting myself involved in. Had I lost my mind? Probably.

Accessory to child molestation, I told myself, Oh, yeah, and incest. That’ll look great on a rap sheet.

“Okay, c’mon in,” I heard Jill call from the bedroom.

Slowly, I pushed open the door and was greeted by the sight of mother and daughter, both nude and sprawled on the bed. Tammy had been released from her bonds and was lying flat on her back, while Jill faced me sideways, propped up by an elbow.

I paused to admire them both. Jill was medium height and had brown hair highlighted with blonde streaks, hazel eyes, pale complexion, and a body that was full-figured without being fat. She had medium sized breasts with large erect nipples, and her bush was thick and untrimmed, just the way I like it.

Tammy was a smaller, slimmer image of her mother, actually looking more like a sister than daughter. I remembered Jill telling me once about how young she’d been when she got knocked up — still a high school junior, she said. Tammy’s legs were parted, giving me an excellent view of her bare slit, glistening with wetness.

I glanced up, letting myself into the child’s eyes. What I saw in them sent a ripple of anticipation through me. Tammy’s sex wasn’t exposed by accident — she was deliberately letting me see everything. As my gaze journeyed back down, she spread her thighs even wider.

Holy fucking shit.

All in all, they were a very appealing pair. Okay, that was the understatement of the year. Truth was, my cunt was dripping at the sight of these two beauties.

“Hi, Miz Bedford,” Tammy said, the youthful lilt in her voice a stark reminder that this nude goddess was still a child.

“Hi, Tammy,” I said, struggling to sound cool and collected.

“You gonna watch Mama and me do sex stuff?” she asked.

I swallowed. “Well… yeah, I am. If that’s, um, okay with you.” Jill was lying back, relaxing, amused by my obvious case of nerves.

“Sure,” Tammy replied with a nod, studying me thoughtfully. A brief pause, then, “Are you gay?”

Hey!” Frowning, Jill gave her daughter a light smack on the thigh. “Mind your manners, girl. You don’t just ask someone that!”

“Oh, it’s okay,” I said. “Yes, Tammy. I’m a lesbian.”

“I’m gay, too!” Tammy enthused, hugging herself. “I love girls… but I ‘specially love pretty ladies. Mama say I can’t tell anyone ’bout me being gay, though — not till I’m more grown up.”

“Yeah, well, that’s cause you live in Arkansas,” muttered Jill.

“Do you think I’m pretty, Miz Bedford?” the girl said, relaxing back into the mussed sheets.

“I think you’re beautiful, honey. Oh, and please — call me Sue.”

“Sue…” murmured Tammy, speaking the name dreamily, then suddenly turned to face her mother. “Can we play now, Mama? I want Sue to see us do sex!”

Jill enfolded the nude child in her arms. “Course we can, baby girl.” She gently kissed Tammy’s mouth, then looked up at me. ”Have a seat,” she said, gesturing toward a chair by the side of the bed. “Get naked if you want. No joinin’ in, though… least not ‘til I say so.”

Without a word, I walked over to the chair and sat, trying to look calmer than I was.

“Comfy? Mind if we get started?” Jill asked with a wry grin. My pulse racing, I nodded.

Jill gave Tammy a kiss. It was soft and shy at first, then they eased into deeper, longer kisses. Their bodies were crushed together, Jill’s large breasts squashed into her little girl’s boyish chest.

As her tongue slipped into the child’s willing mouth, Jill began to tease Tammy’s left nipple, tracing circles around the taut bud with her fingertip.

The room was silent but for the soft thwock thwock thwock of the old electric fan, perched on a table next to an open window, lazily twisting from side to side like some kind of curious witness to these perverse proceedings. The feeble stirrings of air it kicked up were just about the only relief available from the afternoon heat. Both Tammy and Jill were glazed from head to toe with perspiration, and I was getting damp under the arms myself. Inside my panties, of course, it was a fucking swamp.

When their lips drifted gently apart, Tammy and her mother exchanged a loving look that thrilled me to my soul.

“Sweet baby girl,” Jill cooed, staring into the child’s eyes. “My little lover. You like bein’ your mama’s lover, don’tcha?”

“Yeah,” Tammy whispered, ducking her head, a lovely hint of color flushing her cheeks.

Jill smiled. “Don’t be bashful, now. We want Miz Bedford to see how much in love we are. I told you, hon — she likes pretty little girls, just like your mama does.”

Hearing my secret obsession named by another person couldn’t help but unnerve me, even if I knew that they weren’t about to go blabbing it to the world. Of course, those jitters I felt only made me more excited.

Jill caressed her daughter’s flat chest, then lightly pinched her nipple — which drew a whimper from Tammy.

As if suddenly overcome by desire, Tammy reached up to cup and squeeze her mother’s breasts, leaning in to place soft kisses on Jill’s neck.

Without a thought, I popped the button at the top of my jeans, then unzipped them, drinking in the heated action on the bed. Jill was now slowly kissing a path down to her daughter’s tummy. She trailed her lips to the smooth cleft of Tammy’s sex and lightly nuzzled her there.

Tammy arched her back upward in response, a soft cry escaping her throat.

Jill responded with a long slow lick along the length of her child’s slit. The second pass of her tongue began at Tammy’s anus and trailed up through her crack, then she pushed her tongue into the little girl’s hole. I actually saw it enter her cunt.

“Oh, Mama, that feels so good,” Tammy moaned.

As I watched Jill go down on her daughter, I kicked off my boots, then struggled out of my jeans and panties. Now naked from the waist down, I began to masturbate, my legs splayed far apart.

Jill licked her way up to the top of Tammy’s pussy and began to tease her daughter’s clit with little flicks of her tongue. A shudder ran the length of the child’s body — then she seized her mother’s head, holding it in place between her thighs while she gasped in ecstasy, trembling from head to toe. The girl’s eyes were wide, staring sightlessly at the ceiling.

Her sucking mouth still fastened to her daughter’s clit, Jill placed a finger at the entrance of Tammy’s hole and slowly eased it inside, right up to the third knuckle. Clearly, the girl was no virgin.

“Yes, Mama… oh! Oh yeah, that’s s-so good. Oh yeah, right there. Lick me, Mama,” Tammy panted. “Ooohh, I… I’m almost there…!”

The little girl’s breathing was now coming in gulps, her head rolling back and forth on the pillow. She was completely covered in a fine sheen of sweat.

“That’s it. Ohhhhh, don’t stop!” Tammy screamed, thrusting her vulva into Jill’s face. “Oh M-mama, l love you! OHHHHH!”

Tammy was thrashing about wildly on the bed as Jill held onto her daughter for dear life, still nursing at the child’s clitoris while fingering her hole. Her mouth was coated with Tammy’s juices, some of it dripping onto the rumpled sheets below.

Aching for release, I plunged two fingers into my cunt, mashing down on my clit with the ball of the thumb. Just like that, I was buffeted by a violent orgasm, one that shook me from top to bottom.

I felt ecstasy gradually ebb, breath hissing through my clenched teeth as I watched Tammy come down from her own rapture.

Jill raised her face from between Tammy’s quivering thighs, pausing to lick her lips. “How was that, baby doll?” she cooed.

“That was nice. You always make me feel real good,” Tammy said. She glanced my way; the sight of me half-naked and cupping my vulva seemed to please her. “I wanna do it to you now, Mama. Can I lick you?”

“Course you can, hon,” Jill drawled, rolling onto her back. She parted her thighs, exposing a juicy cunt that made my mouth water. I wondered if I’d get the chance to taste it.

With a delighted squeal, Tammy crawled on top of her mother. They began to kiss, Tammy licking her own wetness from her mother’s lips and chin, then the child started nuzzling Jill’s neck.

“Oh, hon,” the older woman said, “Momma loves you so much, so damn much…”

Tammy left a trail of tender licks and kisses down to Jill’s shoulder, then to her left tit. She gave her mama’s nipple a playful lick, then enveloped it with her mouth and began to suckle. Meanwhile, her hand found its way to Jill’s other breast, cupping the soft globe, giving it a squeeze.

This drew an audible moan from Jill. “Ohhh, baby girl… you know what Mama likes. Mmm, that feels simply dee-vine.”

As Tammy continued to pleasure her mother’s nipple, the little girl’s left hand began a slow trek down Jill’s body, making its way between her legs. Jill spread herself even wider, welcoming that straying hand. From where I sat, I could actually see the thick fluids flowing from her cunt, oozing into the cleft of her anus.

Tammy ran her finger up the length of Jill’s slit, pausing to toy with her mother’s clitoris for a moment.

“Yes, that’s it, baby. Touch my clit. Love your mama,” Jill said.

I stared in awe as this naked child began to kiss and lick her way down her mother’s belly. She paused at her navel and briefly stuck her tongue into it with a giggle. God, it was so fucking erotic, seeing such a young girl — the kind you could easily visualize playing at hopscotch or skipping rope — eagerly making love to a grown woman.

Tammy continued her journey downward until she had her mouth just above Jill’s crack. She was turned sideways and her ass was sticking up in the air pointing directly at me. I got a great view of her rosebud and her still-moist pussy.

Even though I’d just had an orgasm, I was starting to get wet again. The sight of these incestuous lovers was too much for me.

Tammy took a long lick along the length of her mother’s slit, and Jill moaned her approval. “Oh baby, you make your mama so hot. Do my pussy, eat me,” she moaned.

With that encouragement, Tammy took another slow long lick of her mother’s pussy. She paused to savor the taste, then pressed her mouth into the juicy flesh.

“Yeah… that’s it, baby. Make me come,” Jill pleaded.

I was teasing my cunt lightly, wanting to stretch out the pleasure this time. I could feel the warmth build in the core of my belly, and knew I was well on my way to another orgasm.

Jill was frantically groping her tits, tugging fiercely at the crimson nipples. From where I sat, I had an excellent view of Tammy’s lovemaking, and watched her licking a path up to the inflamed pink spear of her mama’s clit. She took it into her mouth and started sucking it like a nipple. I noticed that she had two fingers working her mother’s hole, the child’s little hand already dripping with nectar.

Suddenly, a violent jerk surged through Jill’s body. She cried, “Oh God. Ohhhhhh! My baby girl, m-my precious little girl yes! FUCK! Oh, baby, fuck your mama so g-good, don’t ever, ever stop…” babbling crazily as Tammy thrust her fingers in and yanked them out again, arm pumping like a piston.

Jill’s voice rose to a choked howl as her head lifted from the pillow, then she went completely limp.

Tammy slowly raised her face from Mama’s cunt, licking her lips. As if remembering I was there, she glanced around, bashfully looking away when she saw me slumped back in the chair, masturbating in a frenzy.

I felt a wave of heat that had nothing to do with the hot afternoon rush through my body, and I grinned back at Tammy. If there’s a sexier sight than a sweet smile from a gorgeous little girl, her mouth wet from eating pussy, I’ve never witnessed it — although the view I had of that cute bottom of hers was a very close runner-up…

While I was losing myself in the beauty of Tammy’s nakedness, Jill was rousing herself, reaching out for her daughter as she sat up. “C’mere, sweetheart,” she said, enfolding the child in her arms. Their mouths came together in a tender but passionate kiss.

They lay down, their bodies spooned lovingly together, then Jill turned to stare at me. “Hey, Sue… why don’tcha come over here, have some fun with us.”

She didn’t have to ask twice. Rising from the chair — which now showed a plate-sized wet spot where I’d been sitting — I tore off my top and bra, then knelt on the bed behind Jill, grasping her hips to guide the woman into the position I wanted, up on all fours.

Holy shit, did she have a sexy ass. Parting her cheeks, I dipped my head to trail a long, slow lick up through the dark cleft of her anus.

Jill moaned. “Oh, yeah, Sue… hell yeah. Lick my butthole!” I was burrowing between her cheeks, loving the essence of pussy that had oozed down into her crack.

As I rimmed Jill, Tammy scooted underneath her, the girl’s little hands curving around the backs of her mama’s thighs. Jill gasped, then stammered, “Okay, b-baby girl, go easy on my pussy. I’m still kinda tender down there, ‘kay?”

“Okay, Mama,” the child said. Jill moaned again, then I heard the moist sounds of Tammy’s mouth, just inches from mine as she ate her mother’s cunt.

Soon Tammy was making her own purring sounds of pleasure. I couldn’t see exactly what Jill was doing to her little girl, but by the way the child’s body was shifting around beneath ours, it was clear that she was getting loved too.

The haze of afternoon heat was thick as tar in the bedroom while we fucked, the three of us a tangle of slippery, sweating bodies. I slipped an arm beneath Jill as I ate her asshole, my hand groping for Tammy’s flat chest, which I lovingly stroked. Finding a tiny nipple, I gave it a tweak between finger and thumb.

Then Tammy cried, “Oh God, oh, yes. OOOOOOHHH!” She bucked violently, back arching as a second orgasm enveloped her thin frame. Even as she came, the child did her best not to neglect her mama, mauling Jill’s cunt with her hand. I was pressed against mother and daughter tightly enough to feel Tammy’s fingers moving between Jill’s thighs.

Then Jill’s legs were quivering as her own climax kicked in. “FUCK! Oh. Oh. OHH! God, that feels soooo fuckin’ good. YES!” Her daughter and I kept working her holes, probing and licking until she finally howled for us to stop, God damn it, before we gave her a heart attack.

Raising my face from Jill’s ass, I couldn’t help but grin with satisfaction as she crumpled onto her side, lying motionless on the sodden sheets, looking about as well-fucked as can be.

Before I knew what was what, little Tammy was pushing me onto the bed, rolling me onto my back. That cute little girl was now a ten-year-old tigress. Her hands pawed my breasts as she kissed me hotly, her tongue plunging into my mouth. The taste of pussy coated Tammy’s lips and chin, and I eagerly sampled the flavor of her mother in the kiss.

I felt Jill’s hands grasp my thighs, parting them, her face pressing into my matted pubes. She nuzzled me there, inhaling deeply, drinking in the aroma of cunt. I was shaking inside, dying for her to eat me.

I moaned into her little girl’s mouth when Jill gave my pussy a sloppy French kiss, her tongue darting deep into me. Lord, did she ever know how to go down on a woman — wild, messy and aggressive as hell, just the way I like it. If it hadn’t been for the orgasm I’d had just moments earlier, Jill would have brought me off in seconds. As it was, I could feel the pressure begin and rise inside me, building into something big. Really big.

Breaking our kiss with a wet smack, Tammy flashed me a quick smile before scooting down to join her mom between my outstretched legs. “Let me lick Sue some, Mama,” she pleaded. “I never tasted anyone’s pussy, ‘cept for yours.”

Jill raised her head, gave her daughter a loving smile. “Tell you what, honey,” she said. “Let’s you and me lick her together, okay?”

“Yeah!” the child squealed. “That sounds fun.”

“Go ahead, then.” Jill opened me up with her fingers, giving Tammy a good look inside my vagina. “Get you a taste.”

“Mmmmmm,” the girl purred, moistening her lips, every ounce of attention focused on the juicy sex before her. Drawing nearer, she took a long, slow lick, then paused to sample my flavor. I let out a trembling breath, my heart pounding like a jackhammer.

Turning to her mother, Tammy giggled with delight. “It’s kinda like yours, Mama… but different, too!”

“Do you like it? Then be a good girl and tell Miz Bedford so, honey,” murmured Jill, giving her child a gentle kiss on the forehead.

Tammy’s eyes met mine, and she gave me a bashful smile, back to her sweet ten-year-old self. “I… I like the way you taste, ma’am.”

I just melted inside, overcome by an unexpected surge of love that made my head swim. “Thank you, angel,” I whispered, reaching out to caress Tammy’s cheek. God… was I falling in love with this little girl?

“Now you lie back and relax, babe,” Jill said, bringing me back to the here and now. “Me and Tammy are gonna make you feel all kinds of good.”

I drifted back into the pillow’s soft embrace, joyfully offering myself up to mother and daughter. A blissful sigh escaped my lips as I felt Jill’s warm tongue trace my slit.

As they took turns licking me, Jill and Tammy sometimes paused to exchange heated kisses. The sight of them sharing my honey from tongue to tongue was one of the hottest sights imaginable.

Soon my lovers were both going down on me — Jill licking at my opening, occasionally slipping down to tease my anus, Tammy paying tribute to my clit with tiny flicks of the tongue that had me seeing stars.

Finally the child sucked my clit into her mouth, and I went off like a Roman candle, clutching the bed for dear life as tornadoes, typhoons and tsunamis roiled and raged inside me, battering my body until my moan rose to a shriek.

When I came back to myself, the three of us were snuggled together, Tammy and Jill adorning my damp face with gentle kisses.

“Wow!” Tammy exclaimed. “That was — it was awesome… we gotta do that again sometime!”

“Yeah, I’ll say,” said Jill, her fingers brushing my nipples. “Got room in your life for a coupla new fuck-buddies, Sue?”

“Jesus effin’ Christ,” I gasped, briefly pausing to suck on Tammy’s tongue, “you two are incredible!”

Jill propped herself on one elbow. “So, um, about the rent… our deal’s still on, right? I get the cash to you next week?”

“Fuck it,” I gasped. “As long as I’m part of this, your rent’s on me.”

Jill’s smile was something to see. “Bless your heart,” she said, placing a tender kiss on my cheek. “Why don’t you stick around and spend the night with us, Sue? We can send out for a pizza, get us a bottle of wine… then come back up here for some more fun when it cools down.”

“Yeah!” Tammy squealed. “Can you stay over, Sue? Oh, please please please pretty please?”

“How can I say no?” I laughed.

There are all kinds of games we can play,” Jill added. “You’ve not properly tasted Tammy yet… and she’s got the sweetest little pussy you’ll ever lick.”

“Oh, my…” I sighed, nestling close to my two new lovers. “I think I must have died and gone to heaven.”

Jill laughed warmly. “You’re in heaven, all right, but you ain’t dead…” she whispered, pausing to nip at my ear, “not yet.”

I snorted in laughter, then moaned as her hot, moist mouth covered mine in a passionate kiss. As we embraced, I felt Tammy’s tongue trace along my inner thigh, and reached down to pat her shoulder encouragingly as she licked a path to my womanly center.

Guess this room’s not gonna get the chance to cool down, I told myself, not anytime soon.

Twitter Confession

  • Posted on November 26, 2015 at 9:17 am

PoppaBear said…

In the past, several good friends have suggested I open a Twitter account. I had always maintained I would never join a service that communicated by Tweets.

However, Naughty Mommy has changed my mind. I have joined Twitter, as my alter ego PoppaBear, and I am very happy with Tweets, especially those which show beautiful young girls.

Not since my lovely young friend gingergirl dedicated a thread to me in the late and much lamented Story Friends Board have I seen so many beautiful girls.

If you have not already done so, gals and guys, join Twitter, follow Naughty Mommy, and — you need to see Louise’s collection of girls. Truly, truly scrumptious!

Serendipity, Chapter 52

  • Posted on November 25, 2015 at 3:00 pm

By Naughty Mommy

To keep track of everyone while the cruise on the luxury yacht is underway, you can use this chart.

When Gwen and Veronica and the others came back up from their visit to the fitness center, they were given fresh drinks by Abby and then mingled for a while. It was fun for all to compare their reactions to the opulent surroundings while speculating in hushed terms about what exciting things might happen later in the day.

Just before 1:00, they felt and heard the big engines throttling down. A minute later, Caroline stepped into the sky lounge. She asked for everyone’s attention. Those who were outside on the deck looking at the sea came in to listen.

“Friends,” she began, “as you can tell, we’re reducing speed. There are two reasons for that. First, it’s time for lunch. That will be served in the main saloon and the attached dining area. You’ll find it to be smoother as we slow. Second, we’re nearing the best area for whale watching and for spotting other marine life. After lunch is finished, first mate Georgia will guide you, and us, in discovering things for you to see. But now, please follow the lovely Abby down one level to enjoy your meal.”

Lunch was a splendid buffet of mostly Mediterranean delicacies, all beautifully presented. There were stuffed peppers, beef empanadas, banderillas, chicken enchiladas, fried squid, fish tacos, bacon-wrapped dates, shrimp cocktails, tomato and cucumber salads, and much more. Pitchers of sangria floating with fresh fruits were emptied and quickly refilled. Even the kids were allowed small glasses of the sweetened wine if they wanted them.

As they ate and drank, the yacht continued to slow. Near the end of the meal, the engines shut down altogether and they drifted with the current. The seas were fairly calm and the craft was equipped with stabilizers, of course, so there was little rocking. Georgia, who had been on the bridge with Caroline and Harriet, returned and told the guests they would have the best chance of seeing whales, dolphins, sharks, and so on with the engines off.

Just before they went out on deck, Ana and Jenifer came around offering trays of freshly baked cookies and small cakes. These were instantly grabbed up and consumed with thanks and happy smiles.

“What a treat!” Stephanie exclaimed, after a bite of a delicious orange and almond cake. “What a day!”

Impulsively she grabbed the person next to her, kissing her mouth. It happened to be Stacie, but it could have been anyone. Several glasses of sangria, along with the earlier beers she’d enjoyed, had Stephanie feeling festive and ebullient, even giddy.

She kissed Stacie again, then turned toward Eve who was sitting on the other side of her. Stephanie kissed her on the lips twice, three times, before exclaiming more loudly, “What a great day!”

Everyone agreed. They all smiled and nodded, many laughing and clapping.

“All right,” said Georgia, when the room began to settle down, “shall we go out now and see what we can see?”

They went up two levels to the sun deck. It took several minutes, Georgia carefully scanning the ocean with binoculars, until she quietly said, “Ah, here we are…”

“Where?” Kelly asked breathlessly.

Over the next hour and a half, they had what for most would be a once-in-a-lifetime experience: seeing pods of whales majestically passing close by. Many of the whales spouted, some rolled over, a few even breached, drawing cheers from the onlookers. They also saw at least two different types of dolphins, according to Georgia, and near the end of their observing session she spotted the fin of a large shark, which awed the girls.

And then it was time time to be underway again. They still had another two hours of cruising to reach their destination.

It was also time for the jacuzzi. Remembering what Caroline had said — that bathing suits were optional out at sea — all the women and girls gleefully stripped out of their clothes. The jacuzzi was large enough to fit perhaps half a dozen at a time, certainly not twenty, so they took turns, naked wet bodies jumping in and out. They got some sun, tanning nude, they played in the jacuzzi, and they rested in the shade while Abby and Jenifer brought around fresh drinks.

After the filling lunch, the sweet desserts, and then the thrilling stimulation of seeing the whales and other marine life, topped by the soothing warmth of the jacuzzi and the summer sun, no one was thinking too much about sex at this point. They all knew, however, that a lot more fun awaited them in the evening.

A secluded, sheltered cove off the coast of Santa Catalina Island was where they anchored for the coming night. There was still an hour or two of daylight left, so Stephanie, Kelly, Debby, Hailey, and Holly decided to go in for some skinny-dipping. They were soon joined by Stacie and Jordan, and then by Gwen, Paige, and Fiona. Melissa, Jemma, and Charlie, Georgia’s and Caroline’s daughters, went in as well. Two women, two teenagers, and nine little girls, all naked, splashed and cavorted in the warm waters of the cove. From on board, Emma watched closely, serving as lifeguard.

At about 6:30, everyone went inside and down to the staterooms to clean up and prepare for dinner. While the others were swimming, Angela and Carol had conferred with the crew, in particular with Julie, who was in charge of entertainment, and decided on a unique dress code for the evening: it would be a pajama party! That meant that all the moms and all the girls would wear nightgowns or jammies or even just bras and panties — whatever they wanted that would suggest bedtime was coming soon.

After changing, they gathered first in the sky lounge for cocktails. There were plenty of laughs, along with kisses and playful caresses, as they admired each other’s scanty attire.

Angela was in a long black negligee, completely sheer, with nothing underneath. On her feet were black mules. Eve looked fetching in a white babydoll nightgown, as did Tina who wore a lovely silk robe in an oriental pattern, knee-length and sashed at the waist. Sheila was in a strapless red bustier and transparent red panties, while Bridget wore a matching set of bra and undies, navy blue and white, trimmed with lace. The bra pushed up her already appealing cleavage.

Carol wore black panties and a black bra along with three-inch heels accentuating her long shapely legs. Stacie was in pink flannel pajamas, and barefoot. She wore nothing underneath. Veronica came out in bikini undies and a very loose tank top that kept slipping off her shoulders, while Stephanie went with a red plaid shirt, open to the waist, and white panties.

The girls were mostly in jammies or little nighties, except for Kelly, who showed up in a thin white cotton t-shirt and nothing else — the shirt barely covering her bottom — and Gwen, who drew oohs and ahhs with the sheer black bodysuit she’d modeled at their fashion show a few days earlier — especially because this time she did not have a g-string on under it.

They drank and flirted and teased and also exchanged guesses about what the entertainment might be that was promised for later. Julie had dropped a few tantalizing hints during the day that made them wonder.

For dinner, which was a sit-down affair instead of a buffet, they were given a choice between sea bass or pork tenderloin as an entree following a delicious gazpacho. A vegetarian paella also was available for those who preferred it. Several excellent wines were offered, and during the course of the meal more than a dozen bottles were opened.

The captain and the first mate both joined them for dinner — and went along with the dress code as well. Caroline, who sat with the women at a large glass table in the formal dining area, wore a short terry cloth robe and nothing else. Georgia and her daughters, each wearing bikini panties and tiny crop tops, ate with the girls, who were grouped around smaller tables in the adjoining main saloon. Charlie was with them too, in adorable Winnie-the-Pooh feet pajamas.

“You are so cute!” Gwen said to the doll-like child, who was sitting next to her.

“Thanks much!” the girl beamed, pretty brown eyes twinkling.

“But I was wondering,” continued Gwen, “is Charlie short for something?”

“Yes’m. My real name is Charlotte Anne. But I’m only ever just called Charlie.”

“Okay, Charlie.”

Impulsively, feeling a surge of lust, Gwen leaned over and kissed the little girl on the mouth. Charlie returned the kiss, giggling joyfully. Gwen was tempted to do more with her, but managed to resist. She was sure there would be plenty of opportunities for that later.

Finally, at about 8:30, with the sun having set outside as they dined, it was time for the fun to begin. Jenifer and Emma helped Abby to quickly clear the tables and arrange the seating, and then everyone settled onto the plush leather sofas and chairs in the main saloon, sitting close, cuddling warmly, excited to see what would happen next.

A movie screen slowly descended from a recess in the ceiling. The lights were dimmed. And then, when the room was almost dark, pornographic images suddenly appeared on the screen — nude women and girls making love — while at the same time Dani, Desiree, and Julie came out modeling sexy lingerie. The three of them wound among the guests, giving them a good look at their tempting, barely concealed bodies while also letting them touch and feel as much as they wanted.

It was hard to decide where to look or what to do. The girls on the screen were utterly beautiful, with their perfect smooth bodies and lovely faces — kissing and caressing, sucking nipples, fingering pussies, licking and eating and fucking — an arousing video compilation of exquisite lesbian sex scenes, the erotic images changing every few minutes. Almost impossible to take your eyes away.

And yet — here in front of them, in the flesh, were these equally beautiful, scantily clad bodies. Abby, Emma, Jenifer, and Ana had joined the others in exhibiting lingerie, so now they had seven enticing women and girls to admire and touch. Occasionally one of the models would slip away, returning shortly in a different sexy outfit. It was quite a show.

Stephanie noticed that Abby seemed to be favoring her. The willowy young blonde spent most of her time close by, smiling and making a lot of eye contact, eagerly displaying her body, then taking Stephanie’s hand in hers and raising it to her breast, or holding it and caressing her long bare legs.

The third time Abby came over to do that, she also bent down and kissed Stephanie on the lips before asking in a girlish voice, “Would it be all right if I call you Mommy? That gets me really excited.”

“Yes, of course it would. I’d like that.” Stephanie smiled at her, then slowly drew apart the sides of her unbuttoned plaid shirt, fully revealing her ample breasts.

Abby licked her lips as she gazed at the woman’s erect nipples.

Hailey and Holly, wearing matching nighties, were seated on either side of their mom on the long curving sofa. Glancing at them, Stephanie chuckled as she saw their expressions — eyes wide, mouths hanging open as they stared at Abby, at the women parading around, and at the pornographic images on the screen.

“What do you girls think?” Stephanie asked. “Would you like to play some naked games with Miss Abby and these other pretty ladies tonight?”

“Yeah!” the twins replied in unison.

Abby giggled, “I have to change now, but I’ll be back in a minute, so don’t go anywhere!” She blew kisses to the three of them, then sashayed away, swinging her bottom.

Stephanie hugged her girls, kissing them each on the forehead. “Do you like those movies too?”

“Uh-huh,” Holly nodded. “The ladies are nice,” Hailey added.

“Which ladies?” Stephanie asked. “The ones on the screen or here in the room?”

“All of them!” was their enthusiastic response.

Looking around, Stephanie saw that some of the other models seemed to have chosen favorites as well from among the guests.

Ana, the buxom Spanish chef, now adorned in a skimpy red and black babydoll nightie that accentuated her cleavage, was leaning over in front of Bambi and Amanda, leering and shaking her boobs. The 10-year-blondes, who were sitting side by side with their mothers flanking them, giggled as they stared at the woman’s large breasts. She leaned in even closer, pressing her warm bosom first into Amanda’s face, then into Bambi’s, rubbing herself against them.

Emma, in low-rise boy shorts and a halter bra, was doing something similar with Eve and her daughters, Gwen and Paige, who were seated on a curving leather banquette. Emma had placed her hands on the back of the banquette and now slowly glided along, displaying her cleavage first to Gwen, then to Paige, then to Eve. The girls were slack-jawed, eyes darting from Emma to the video screen, and then back again. Eve, however, was fully focused on the shapely deckhand, grinning at her, running her hands up and down her legs, squeezing her tight bottom.

The ship’s athletic trainer, Julie, wearing a long sheer peignoir and nothing else, swayed back and forth in front of Bridget as the woman ogled her nearly naked form. Laughing, Julie bent low from the waist, facing away from Bridget, her legs spread wide. Slowly she drew the transparent negligee up over her bottom and onto her back. Then she placed her hands on her butt cheeks, pulling them apart, gleefully exhibiting her pussy and her asshole.

Julie’s daughter, Desiree, was happily showing herself to Sheila, Erin, and Fiona. The girl, whom Stephanie had learned in conversation was only 15 years old, was modeling an extremely skimpy hot pink bra and panty set. She writhed seductively in front of Sheila and her daughters, smiling at them and licking her lips, running her hands up and down her body. As she turned a slow pirouette, they all reached out to caress the sexy blonde, stroking her smooth soft legs, her tiny bottom, trim waist, and small breasts.

Dani, Desiree’s friend, was spending most of her time with Carol, Stacie, and Jordan. The diminutive teenager already had changed outfits once and now was in a dainty white ruffled nightgown patterned with pink and yellow flowers. It made her look like a very little girl. She had a teasing attitude, swishing around and often flipping the nightie up, letting them see that she had no panties on. Whenever the women tried to reach out and touch her, however, Dani would giggle and blush, pulling away. Stephanie wasn’t sure if the young blonde was just being coy or if she was genuinely shy.

There was another model who appeared to be bashful too. Jenifer, Ana’s daughter, had a superb body — now displayed in a merry widow corset, along with garters, stockings, and a demi cup bra — but she hung back, never really engaging directly with anyone. She strolled around, smiling, seeming to enjoy the appreciative looks she received while avoiding physical contact. Stephanie knew that Jenifer’s English was not very good, of course, and wondered if that might be part of why she was so reticent. She was just about to signal the girl, see if she could perhaps loosen her up somehow, when Abby returned.

The tall blonde was wearing a tiny g-string, a barely-there bra, and a pair of very high heels. She stopped in front of Stephanie and the twins, smiling down at them, making seductive eye contact with all three. Abby turned slowly to the side, paused, then turned to the back and paused again, letting them study her from all angles. Stephanie’s mouth watered.

Only one member of the crew was not present at the lingerie show. Seven of them were modeling, while Caroline and Georgia and their daughters were sitting with the spectators, but Harriet was working. She was on the bridge, keeping one eye on the radar and the rest of the instruments — but her other eye was on a bank of video screens that showed the action in the main saloon through hidden cameras.

Harriet loved watching people play. It turned her on. Her slacks were open, a hand inside her panties, stroking her wet pussy. She wouldn’t let herself become too excited, though. Her strong sense of duty wouldn’t allow it. Harriet would retain enough composure to keep focused on her job, but that didn’t mean she couldn’t enjoy a little voyeurism on the side. Anyway, she knew that later on in the evening Emma would relieve her and she would have a chance to join the fun.

A few minutes later, on some sort of silent cue from Julie, all the models gently separated themselves from their titillated observers and left the room. The erotic video excerpts continued to play on the large screen.

During the brief break, Georgia approached Stephanie, bringing her little girls, Melissa and Jemma, with her.

“Mind if we squeeze in here?” Georgia said to Veronica.

“No, of course not,” Veronica smiled.

She scooted over a bit, making room for Georgia to sit next to Stephanie, who lifted Hailey onto her lap. Jemma perched on Georgia’s lap. Melissa was between her mother and Veronica, while Holly was on the other side of Stephanie, snuggling close.

Jenifer and Desiree entered, carrying a long padded bench. Both girls were nude. They placed the bench in the center of the open area, one end facing the audience, then stepped back, waiting. Abby came in, completely nude as well. She walked slowly in front of the assembled guests, smiling, then went to the bench and lay down on her stomach, her feet toward the audience.

Ana and Julie entered next, both also nude. Each held a small glass vial filled with a golden liquid. Ana walked around to the far side of the bench, next to Jenifer. Julie went to the near side, by Desiree. After pouring some of the liquid into their palms and then handing the vials to their daughters, the women began applying it to Abby. Julie started at her feet, Ana at her shoulders.

The lovely aroma of scented massage oils wafted over the spectators… lavender, geranium, orange blossom, frankincense… a heady blend of fragrances that seemed to heighten the passion in the room.

Stephanie heard heavy breathing. She glanced to the side. Sheila, sitting next to Holly, was masturbating, her panties now on the floor. But she wasn’t the only one. Stephanie saw that Carol and Stacie were masturbating too, as were Eve and Angela. Then she felt movement beside her, on her left. She turned and saw that Georgia was masturbating, even with Jemma on her lap. She’d simply reached between the little girl’s bare legs and then between her own. And that wasn’t all — on the other side of Georgia, Veronica was masturbating too, as was Kelly. Stephanie wasn’t sure when it had started, but apparently it spread like wildfire.

In fact, when she returned her gaze to the sensual massage taking place in the center of the room, she found that the girls, Jenifer and Desiree, each were rubbing themselves with one hand as they stood behind their mothers, holding the vials of oil.

Closing her eyes for a moment, Stephanie inhaled deeply. A spicy new fragrance had suffused the air, joining the blend: the intoxicating aroma of heated pussy.

Shifting Hailey to one leg, Stephanie reached inside her panties. They were soaked. She was soaked. She began to rub her throbbing clit.

“Mommy?” said Holly.

“Y-yes, baby?”

“That smell… um… it’s really nice.” The child pointed at her mother’s crotch. “Can I, I mean, can I taste it?”

“Yeah, me too,” nodded Hailey.

It suddenly struck Stephanie that although she had licked both of the twin’s pussies and the girls had licked each other’s, neither of them had eaten her yet. Everything had happened so fast and in such a short time — and she’d been so intent on giving them pleasure with her tongue whenever she could — that they simply hadn’t gotten around to it. Well, that would have to change. Tonight!

“Of course you can taste me, sweetheart,” Stephanie purred. Shoving a finger deep inside her dripping cunt, she loaded it up, then brought the finger out and held it in front of Holly’s mouth. It glistened with her juices.

Holly took a big sniff. She smiled and nodded. “I like that. I like how it smells.”

The girl opened her mouth, gripped her mother’s hand, and pulled the wet the finger in. She closed her eyes and sucked, like a kid with a candy cane on Christmas morning.

“Me too! I want some!” Hailey insisted.

Stephanie giggled, “Okay.”

Tugging her finger from her daughter’s mouth, not without resistance, she pushed it back down between her legs, gathered another generous dollop of her lubrication, and fed it to Hailey.

Meanwhile, in front of them, Julie had progressed in the massage from Abby’s feet to her calves and then to her slender thighs. She stroked with oiled fingers, sliding up a little farther each time, getting closer and closer to the girl’s naked crotch.

Ana was working on Abby’s back, strong hands kneading the muscles, gradually moving lower and lower. Now she was at her bottom, caressing the cheeks, grabbing them, squeezing hard, then pulling them open, exposing the girl. At the same time, Julie reached in, one hand cupping Abby’s labia, the other fingering her anus. Everyone heard Abby moan loudly.

That was when the first orgasm erupted. It wasn’t Abby, though, and surprisingly it wasn’t Sheila. It was Georgia, sitting next to Stephanie. She came loudly and wetly. Liquids gushed from her pussy as she cried out, spilling off the sofa and onto the floor.

Hailey let her mother’s finger slip from her mouth, turning to watch. “Wow,” she sighed.

Veronica climaxed too, just after Georgia. Then there was a cry from the other side. Sheila was coming, Carol just after her, then Tina, then Eve, then Angela. It was positively contagious.

Julie patted Abby on the bottom, indicating it was time for her to turn over. The tall blonde sat up for a moment, grinning as she saw the many orgasms taking place all around her. Then she lay down again, this time on her back.

Continue on to Chapter 53

Serendipity, Chapter 51

  • Posted on November 22, 2015 at 2:30 pm

By Naughty Mommy

To keep track of everyone while the cruise on the luxury yacht is underway, you can use this chart.

They arrived shortly after 10:00 at the yacht harbor, which wasn’t far from the Playa del Mar. Piling out of three cars and the conversion van, the twenty women and girls excitedly looked around, wondering which of the big boats would be theirs.

Then they saw a young blonde woman coming toward them, trailed by two little girls, also blondes. The woman, apparently in her late 20s, was wearing cut-off denim shorts and tennis shoes with no socks. She was not very tall, perhaps 5’2”, but her tanned legs were long and shapely. A tight-fitting sleeveless v-neck shirt showed off her gorgeous figure.

Smiling broadly, she approached Angela and held out her hand. “Good morning, Angela, I’m Georgia. Welcome!”

“Oh, yes, Georgia, how are you, my dear?” Angela took her hand and bent to kiss her cheek.

“You remember my daughters?”

“Of course I do, although I must say they’ve grown quite a bit. I know it’s only been a year, but look how big they are now!”

Georgia beamed. “Melissa is 12 now, and Jemma just turned 8.” She ruffled her younger daughter’s hair. “Say hello to Miss Angela, kids.”

“Hello, Miss Angela,” the girls said together, smiling prettily.

“Hello, my little darlings. I’m so happy to see you again.” Angela kissed them both. Then she turned to Carol, introducing her to Georgia. She made her way around, naming all the moms but not worrying yet about the daughters. There were just so many! And anyway, everyone would have plenty of time to get to know each other during the next day and a half.

As Georgia led them toward the slips, down a steel ramp and onto a floating wooden dock, Carol looked more closely at the little girls, the woman’s daughters, who were walking just ahead of her. Both were in shorts and tank tops, wearing flip-flops, shiny blonde hair gleaming in the sun. The older girl, Melissa, had the barest beginnings of breasts, just little buds poking through her top. Her sister was still completely flat-chested. Carol knew that the crew of the yacht were all supposed to be lesbian or bisexual and, according to Angela, ‘very friendly’, but she wondered about the kids. Would they be part of the fun as well?

They stopped in front of a beautiful sparkling white luxury yacht.

“Here she is,” Georgia proudly announced, “the Carte Blanche. Anything you want here, it’s yours.”

As she said that last part, Carol saw that Georgia appeared to incline her head in the direction of her daughters. Was she suggesting that they were available to anyone who wanted them??

A young woman hopped nimbly from the boat onto the dock. Younger than Georgia, in her early 20s at most, she was petite but athletically built, a tanned brunette with grey eyes that twinkled with mischief.

The new girl began grabbing their bags and helping them to board. Georgia introduced her as Emmanuelle, or Emma for short.

“Emma’s a deckhand, a sailor, an important part of our crew. She assists the engineer and also takes the helm sometimes. But be careful, aye, once she gets you into bed, she’ll never let you go,” she added with a wink.

Emma laughed and stuck her tongue out at Georgia.

They boarded at the stern, which was approximately at dock level, then went up a pair of curving stairways to the open-air aft deck, and from there into a stunningly beautiful room that Georgia said was the main saloon.

As they stood gawking at the luxurious surroundings, another woman came in. In her early 40s, she was fairly petite, about 5’3”, with short dark hair, brown eyes, and a slim build. She was dressed in navy slacks, low heels, and a crisp white short-sleeved blouse. Holding her hand was a child, a tiny girl less than four feet tall. With her cherub face, huge brown eyes, and long silky dark hair, she truly looked like a doll.

“Angela, what a lovely treat!” exclaimed the woman.

“Caroline, my darling!” The two embraced, sharing a long, warm kiss.

When they parted, Angela knelt in front of the child, lightly pinching her cheek. “And little Charlie, oh my, how beautiful you are. You’ve grown up so much! How old are you now?”

“I’m 7,” the girl replied, melting hearts with her smile. She received a lingering kiss on the lips from the buxom blonde.

Standing up once more and turning to the group, Angela introduced the woman as captain of the Carte Blanche. “That means you have to do as she says. Once we are at sea, her word is law.”

“Yes, quite so,” Caroline grinned, taking her daughter’s hand again. “But I promise not to make you do anything you really don’t want to do. On the other hand, I hope each one of you will want to do everything… with all of us.”

That got some chuckles from the women. Most of the girls still weren’t quite sure what to think. It was a lot to take in all at once.

The captain, who spoke with a seductive English accent, put an arm around Georgia’s waist, pulling the sexy brunette close and kissing her mouth. Then she said, “I don’t know whether anyone has informed you yet, but this charming thing is my first mate, which means orders from her carry the same weight as orders from me, so you had better obey. Got it?”

“Don’t worry, we’ll obey,” Angela chuckled.

After giving her a wink, Caroline motioned to the group. “Now come, let me show you around. Leave your things, Emma will look after them. This way, please.” She turned and started up a spiral staircase with Charlie just behind her.

Before following, Angela informed the others, sotto voce, that Caroline and Georgia were lovers, romantic partners. Georgia smiled and nodded.

The captain led them up to what she said was the sky lounge. Again it was beautifully appointed, taking their breath away. Behind the bar in the lounge was a striking young woman, very tall and thin, with big blue eyes and flowing blond hair. She was slicing lemons and limes. Caroline introduced her as Abby, telling them she was their bartender and stewardess.

The girl put down the knife, wiped her hands, and came out to greet them. She was in an extremely short skirt and wore wedge-heeled sandals. Her long slender legs went on forever.

“Hi, how are you?” Abby smiled, looking and sounding like the world’s cutest cheerleader. She had a perky voice that matched her perky breasts — which were easy to admire in a flimsy lace camisole unbuttoned halfway down. She wore no bra, of course.

“Can I get you something to drink?” she asked. Orders were taken and the pretty blonde got busy again behind the bar.

As Abby was preparing their refreshments, Caroline told the group, “The Carte Blanche is a 132-foot trideck motor yacht, built in the year 2000 but completely refitted just two years ago after we purchased her. She has a draft of eight feet and cruises at sixteen knots. We’re really only designed to sleep twelve, but I shouldn’t worry about that. For one, I suspect that sleep may not be the first thing on your minds tonight, and for another, many of our sofas easily can double as beds. But we’ll deal with that later.”

After everyone had their drinks, Caroline turned to lead them somewhere else, then stopped and said, “Ah, here we are. Excellent.”

A beautiful, curvaceous woman was coming up the spiral staircase from the deck below, just arriving at the top. Wearing a long white apron over a dark dress, she appeared to be in her early 40s. Her hair was black, her lips full and red, her large brown eyes smoldering with Mediterranean passion. Just behind her was another woman, also wearing an apron, who looked like a much younger copy of the first, with the same hourglass figure and smoky beauty. The two clearly were mother and daughter.

Caroline said, “I’d like you to meet Ana Rodríguez, our chef. You won’t find a finer cook on any ship in this ocean, and I mean that sincerely.”

“Oh, thank you so much, muchas gracias,” Ana said to Caroline, before turning to the others and giving a little bow. Her English was heavily accented but enchanting to hear. “It is my pleasure to welcome you and serve you.”

“Ana is from Madrid,” Caroline informed her guests, “and has been with us for about six months now. We absolutely could not be more pleased with her. This other gorgeous girl, Jenifer, is Ana’s assistant in the galley. She is also her daughter, in case you couldn’t tell.”

“Buenos dias,” Jenifer said with a dazzling smile that lit up the room. “My English is no so good. But I am happy you here.”

Taking their drinks, they went forward from the sky lounge through a pair of double doors to the bridge of the yacht. It looked like the interior of a spaceship, with consoles and computer screens and flashing lights. In the center, though, apparently in a nod to tradition, was an old-fashioned wheel, like on a big sailing ship in the movies.

Over in the corner, a full-bodied brunette was typing something into a keypad. The woman turned toward them as they entered, smiling.

“Everyone, this is Harriet Spencer,” said the captain. “She’s our engineer, and also an excellent harbor pilot.”

“Greetings, and welcome aboard,” Harriet said. She spoke with an English accent as did Caroline, though hers seemed a bit less refined.

“Is everything in order?” Caroline asked Harriet.

“Aye-aye, skipper, ready at any time.”

“Very well. We’ll take her out at 11:00, as planned.”

They left Harriet to do her job and went back into the sky lounge, then up another set of stairs and onto the sun deck.

“Wow, a jacuzzi!” exclaimed Gwen.

“Yes, indeed,” Caroline smiled. “Feel free to enjoy it whenever you like. And once we’re out at sea, by the way, bathing suits are optional.”

The women and girls walked around the top deck, appreciating the 360-degree views, sipping their drinks and chatting. After a couple of minutes, they heard and felt the rumble of the boat’s big engines starting up.

Then they heard another sound — the giggling and squealing of teenage girls. Two tiny blondes came bounding up the stairs and out onto the sun deck. The girls were in matching outfits: blue spandex shorts and white sports bras. Both were barefoot. Not far behind them came a smiling energetic woman, perhaps in her early 30s, also a slender blonde and in the same outfit as the girls, although she wore tennis shoes and ankle socks.

“And here they are,” laughed Caroline, “the last three members of our crew for you to meet.”

She took the woman by the arm, giving her a quick kiss on the lips. “My friends, this is Julie Tanner, our athletic trainer, meaning she’ll assist you down in our fitness center if you’d like a nice workout. Julie is in charge of entertainment as well, which you’ll learn more about later.”

Sheila pondered what that remark about entertainment might mean as she moved around a bit to get a better look at the two younger girls. They appeared to be in their early teens, very slim and petite. Neither could weigh much more than a hundred pounds, if that. Their erect nipples poked invitingly through the thin little sports bras they wore. Sheila squeezed her legs together, stimulating her clit, as she imagined fucking the two of them at the same time.

“Julie, perhaps you could introduce the others,” Caroline said.

“Yes, of course, I’d be glad to.”

Julie stepped forward, taking the teens by the hand, one on either side of her. Nodding toward the girl on the left, she said, “This is Desiree. She’s my daughter. And this is her friend, Dani. They’ll be dancing for you tonight after dinner and perhaps doing even more too if we can convince them.”

As she said that, she winked at Dani, standing on her right. The little blonde blushed and giggled.

“I must get back to the bridge now, as we get underway,” the captain told her guests, “so I’ll leave you all to get better acquainted. Georgia and Julie will be happy to show you around the rest of the Carte Blanche. And please, make yourselves at home. Relax and have a good time. I’ll see you in a while.”

She gave a little wave and went quickly down the stairs. Charlie stayed behind, with Georgia and her daughters. Angela came out from the crowd to greet Julie and the teenage girls. Sheila was just behind her, definitely eager to become better acquainted with the young lovelies.

Bridget heard a shout from the rear of the boat — no, the stern, she corrected herself. She stepped toward the railing and looked down. Emma, the deckhand, was untying and coiling some ropes — ‘casting off the lines’ Bridget thought was the proper lingo. Then very slowly the huge yacht began to move, easing away from the dock.

They spent the next ten minutes or so chatting and introducing themselves up on the sun deck as the boat wound through the harbor channels and then headed out to sea. Their glasses were mostly empty by that time, so Georgia suggested they go down to the sky lounge for refills.

It occurred to Sheila as she followed Dani and Desiree down the stairs, enjoying the wiggle of their tight bottoms, that among the crew were four sets of mothers and daughters: Julie with Desiree, Ana with Jenifer, Caroline with Charlie, and Georgia with her little girls. Angela had made it clear during their earlier conversations that all the women were lesbians, or at least bisexual, and that sex with any or all of them was part of the package.

But what about those moms and girls? Could it possibly mean they were all involved with each other sexually as well? That this was not only a lesbian cruise, but an incest cruise? Sheila certainly hoped that was the case. The chef and her daughter weren’t there now, nor was Caroline, but she would keep an eye on Julie and on Georgia to see how they acted around their children. Perhaps she could pick up some signals. Meanwhile, however, she wanted another screwdriver. Ahh, here she comes now!

Eve watched Abby as she came out from behind the bar with a tray of beverages, passing them around to the women. What a pair of legs on that girl, what a body — and she was so tall! Eve wondered if she might be as tall or taller than her own daughter, Gwen, who was 5’9”. She decided to find out.

“Here you are, another Chardonnay, right?” Abby said to Eve, flashing a million-watt smile.

“Yes, thank you. And I just have to say, you really are beautiful.”

“Aww, thanks!”

“Do you mind if I ask how tall you are?”

“Not at all. I’m 5’10”.

“Wow.” Eve looked her up and down, licking her lips, making no attempt to conceal her lust.

After waiting a moment, allowing the woman to ogle her, Abby winked and said, “Gotta get more drinks ready. But maybe you and me can get together later, huh?”

“Yes, I hope so,” Eve smiled. She could feel herself getting wet.

Most of the girls and several of the women, including Carol and Stephanie, had gathered around first mate Georgia, who was explaining where they would go on their short cruise and what sort of marine life they might encounter.

“As we get further out on our way to Catalina, I’ll let you know when it’s time to start looking. I’m sure we’ll find something. In the summer, we very often see blue whales, fin whales, dolphins, and we may have a chance to see humpback and minke whales too.”

“Oh my god, whales, so cool!” Kelly enthused.

Georgia gave her a warm smile. “Yes, certainly, and we also could see sharks, sea lions, sunfish, and of course plenty of avian wildlife.”

“It sounds like you know quite a lot about all this,” Stephanie said.

“Well, I never finished college, got a little too busy having children, eh,” Georgia grinned, with a glance at her daughters, Melissa and Jemma, who were standing along with Charlie among the other little girls and quickly making friends.

Their mother continued, “But I was studying marine biology and I’ve done my best to keep up with advances in the field. That’s part of my job here, to offer our guests scientific information.”

“Is that all you offer?” Carol asked with a leer.

Georgia laughed, “As I said down below, anything you want, it’s yours. Anything at all.” Again she made a subtle nod toward her daughters, appearing to include Charlie too.

Carol was almost certain of it now. She could fuck all three of the girls if she wanted to: a 12-year-old, an 8-year-old, and a 7-year-old. She did want to, of course, very much — and not only them: their sexy mothers too, and at least half of the rest of the crew. It would be a busy night!

“Isn’t that exciting?” Tina said to Amanda. “We might get to see whales and dolphins and lots of other things too.”

“Yeah, it’s really cool.” She smiled at her mom. “This is an awesome vacation!”

“I’m glad you think so, honey. And… come here for a minute.” Taking her daughter’s hand, Tina led her out onto the side deck so they could have a little talk.

Gwen approached Julie, smiling shyly. With the large crowd up on the sun deck, they hadn’t actually met yet.

“Hi, I’m Gwen,” the teenager said, holding out her hand.

“Hi, Gwen, it’s great to meet you.” Julie took her hand, offering a firm shake and a big smile.

“And, um, this is my friend, Erin.”

“Hello, Erin.”

The bashful redhead, who was shadowing Gwen, sticking close and following her everywhere, took Julie’s extended hand and mumbled a greeting while blushing deeply.

Gwen asked, “So, did you or maybe Caroline or someone say you have a fitness center here? Like a gym?”

“Yes, we do,” Julie said. “It’s on the lower deck, near the staterooms. Would you like to see it?”

“Yeah, that would be nice. Thanks.”

Veronica was standing nearby, drinking a beer and half-listening to their conversation while also fantasizing about the two girls, Desiree and Dani, picturing them without any clothes on. They were just behind Julie, chatting and giggling with Kelly. Debby and Fiona were with them too.

But when Veronica heard the question about the gym, that got her attention. She loved working out. She turned to Julie. “Can I go along with you on that tour?”

“Yeah, and me too?” Kelly asked.

“And me?” echoed Fiona, with Debby grinning and nodding as well.

“Sure, of course,” Julie laughed, “the more the merrier. Come on!”

She led them down the spiral staircase into the main saloon again, and from there to a level still lower. Gwen followed Julie, with Erin on her tail, then Veronica, Debby, Kelly, Fiona, Desiree, and Dani.

“I can’t get over how big it is,” Gwen exclaimed as they emerged onto the lower deck. “I’ve never been on a yacht like this before. It’s incredible!”

“You know, I sometimes think she feels bigger inside than when you look at her from the outside,” Julie chuckled as she opened the door into the fitness center.

Two decks above, Tina and Amanda were leaning on the railing, looking down at the blue water and then back at the shore, which was slowly fading into the horizon.

“Wow…” The 10-year-old wrapped her arms around her mother’s waist, hugging her tightly. “This is so totally great, Mom. Thank you so much!”

Tina kissed her head. “Of course, baby, I’m glad I could do it for you. Although, obviously, we have to thank Angela for a lot of this. We certainly wouldn’t be staying in a penthouse or going on a cruise if we hadn’t met her — or maybe I should say if you hadn’t met Bambi.”

“Yeah, Bambi’s great. I like her a lot. She’s like my best friend now, you know? Except it’ll be kinda sad when we have to go home and then I won’t see her again, maybe for a long time or even forever.”

“I know, sweetie.” Tina rubbed her daughter’s back, kissing her head again. “And, well, maybe we will be able to see them some time. I sure hope so. I’ll talk with Angela about it. But, uh, anyway, I wanted to ask you… you said this is really fun and everything, and I’m glad you think so, but I just want to make sure that, you know, all the other stuff, I mean the sex with everyone, with all the women and girls… that’s kind of a lot for a kid your age to deal with. Are you sure you’re okay with it?”

“Mom, are you crazy?” Amanda laughed. “It’s awesome! I never thought I could ever have so much fun.”

“Well… good, I’m glad,” Tina chuckled. “I just wanted to make sure.”

“Yeah, it’s great. It’s even better than masturbating!”

Inside the sky lounge, Angela sat down next to Eve on a gracefully curving leather sofa. She gave the woman a kiss on the lips and patted her leg. “Having a good time, my dear?”

“I’ll say,” the brunette grinned. “This is fucking fantastic!”

Eve tipped up her wine glass, draining the Chardonnay, then signaled to Abby for another. It would be her third of the morning.

“I’m happy to hear it,” Angela smiled, squeezing the woman’s thigh.

“It’s incredible to me how you keep topping yourself,” Eve said, “taking us from one adventure to the next, always more exciting, more… I don’t know, more wonderful. How do you do it?”

“Just lucky, I suppose. It helps to know the right people. And yes, I’ll admit, it does take effort, keeping in touch with everyone, networking and so forth, staying social. But it certainly is worth it, wouldn’t you agree?”

“Yes, of course,” Eve nodded.

Angela continued, “Twitter helps a lot. I’m on there frequently, communicating with people, sharing interests. It’s quite useful. You’d be amazed to learn how many delightful women and girls I’ve connected with that way.”

Continue on to Chapter 52

Yacht Crew & Guests

  • Posted on November 22, 2015 at 2:30 pm

By Naughty Mommy

To assist in keeping track of everyone while the sexy cruise on the Carte Blanche is underway — covering chapters 51 through 59 in Serendipity — I’ve prepared the charts below. I hope they’re helpful!

You may also want to consult our Characters & Relationships page, or check our Guide for Serious Readers.

 

Masturbation Methods and Timing

  • Posted on November 21, 2015 at 11:20 pm

By Cheryl Taggert

I have been lucky enough to have had sex with a number of other girls in my life. One thing I’ve found is that we all seem to have a favorite way to masturbate. Some girls love plunging fingers inside themselves, or playing with their ass while rubbing or fingering their pussies. Others are water lovers. They enjoy lying down in the tub while the faucet runs, splashing their pussies into orgasms, or they enjoy standing in pools where the filter jet pushes the water along for filtration. Still others are humpers, choosing to hump a pillow or other soft item like a stuffed toy, or maybe their own hands and fingers.

My first question to you readers is this: What is your favorite method of getting yourself off?

My next question has to do with issues of time. How old were you (approximately) when you first discovered that touching yourself felt good “down there”? How old were you (approximately if you can’t recall exactly) when you had your first self-induced orgasm? What other circumstances accompanying that event might we be interested in hearing?

As the poser of these questions, I will, of course, go first. (And to my wife, Lisa, you are REQUIRED to answer this!! No, I’m not bullshitting! Everyone will LOVE your story!)

I love to masturbate in a variety of ways, including all the ones I mentioned above, depending on my mood, but to be honest there’s something special about humping things. I love to lie on my belly and rub myself against a pillow or a stuffed animal. (Yes, I still have stuffed animals. Pooh Bear LOVES my pussy, you see.) Sometimes my fingers join in to help massage my clit to orgasm; sometimes they don’t. I’ve had Lisa video me doing this to myself, and I must say she’s right when she says I have a lovely ass, especially when it’s going up and down like that and clenching as I press my pussy into Pooh’s face or my pillow while coming.

This love of humping may stem from my earliest masturbation efforts, which I had no idea had anything to do with sex at the time. Many of you know the story of my rocking horse, Shadow, that my parents got for me Christmas the year I turned four. I loved to ride Shadow, and the longer the ride was, the better it felt. My pussy, though immature, was still capable of being stimulated by constant rubbing, which is exactly what happened. All I knew was that it felt really good “down there” when I rode Shadow long enough. It may sound odd, but when I first heard the word masturbation, I did not equate it with what I’d done years before on my rocking horse. It wasn’t until later when I had time to think about what it was and what I’d done as a small child that I realized I’d been blissfully masturbating in front of my parents all during my early childhood.

I distinctly recall two things about this. First, I remember after one lovely ride going into the bathroom and pulling my shorts and panties down to look at what my mother had always called my “po-po.” I had figured out that the pleasurable feelings emanated from there. I touched myself where the good feelings seemed to be, and recall it felt very good indeed. I was puzzled as to why this one area of my body caused such nice feelings when I rode my horse or when I touched it as I had, especially since my mother had been very clear that I was NOT to touch myself there except to bathe it or wipe myself after using the bathroom. For this reason I knew better than to ask my parents anything about this mysterious feeling I got when riding Shadow for long periods of time. It got to where I would ride for the sole reason of getting those feelings. Much later, I figured out that I could use my fingers and stuffed animals to get those same feelings. I don’t know if I would be termed sexually precocious, but I definitely had a very active clitoris that grew to be easily stimulated.

Because I got started so early with masturbation, I also achieved my first orgasm at a very young age, perhaps 5, but certainly no later than 6. I may well have had small orgasms prior to the one I can recall distinctly and count as my first, but I don’t remember any of them. As I said, it just felt very good for a long time.

Then one day I was riding Shadow and it felt…different. I was pressing my little pussy against the “saddle” (the back that had a painted saddle on it) and the small plastic horn that stuck up from the “saddle,” and the urge to push harder was not to be denied. Suddenly, the area around my pussy (which I still called my po-po until I was 8 or 9), seemed to explode into this tingling sensation that spread throughout my mid-section. It was both scary and wonderful all at the same time. I wondered if I’d hurt myself in some way. Upon inspection, however, everything seemed to still be there and I wasn’t bleeding anywhere, so I decided I’d probably be okay. After some time went by, I think I decided to ride again to see if I could have the same feelings. The memories are a bit fuzzy from that long ago. Again, I was deathly afraid to approach my mother about it, and discussing anything involving my “po-po” with my father was out of the question entirely. In any case, I did continue riding and sometimes I’d come and sometimes I wouldn’t.

By the time I was around 8, I was an accomplished masturbator. My mother caught me doing it once and nearly skinned me alive. She made me swear never to do it again (yeah, right). I just made sure I would never get caught again. I’d gotten lazy about “security” and was busy humping my pillow or a soft toy when dear old mom walked in to see my naked butt riding away on that heavenly softness. She never caught me again, and it wasn’t until later that I realized she had to know I was still doing it, but she had started knocking on my door before entering after that. It’s funny how I never equated the two events — catching me and starting to knock first — until years later. I suppose she just didn’t want to have to deal with it if she caught me again.

I’ve read about childhood masturbation, and it appears I am not as rare a case as I used to think. Doctors believe they’ve witnessed children of both sexes on sonograms in the process of masturbating and perhaps even reaching a small climax while still in the womb, based on the shudder that follows such actions. Mothers have reported catching their toddlers happily masturbating away, and have even caught them in the throes of an orgasm, based on descriptions told to doctors. Most of these stories involve young girls. I’m sure boys have done this as well, but someone once told me that a little boy’s penis won’t remain hard for long. I have no experience with that, but it does seem that little girls are more capable of orgasms at such a young age.

Of course, like me, these children have zero concept of this being anything about sex. To them it just feels good. I can attest to that. When I was 4, 5, and 6, riding Shadow simply felt good “down there” where I was forbidden to touch, though the forbidding of doing so never seemed to stick in my case…and hopefully not in a lot of other cases I know must be out there still.

All I know is I would tell my daughter, “Go ahead, sweetie! Rub it to your heart’s content!”

So, how about you folks? This question is for both males and females, by the way!

The Secret Society of the Pussycats Club, Chapter 13

  • Posted on November 21, 2015 at 10:05 am

By Cheryl Taggert

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

When Susan arrived home, her mother had already left for work. She was both relieved and upset about that. Relieved because she wasn’t sure she was ready to bring up the topic she wanted to discuss with her mom, not to mention she was still unsure how to begin. Upset because she was anxious to get the conversation started. Her mom would say these opposite reactions meant Susan was just being twelve.

She puttered around the house for most of the day. Despite this being the start of the summer vacation, she didn’t want to do much outside. Her nerves wouldn’t let her.

She also knew her dad wouldn’t be home for nearly three hours after her mom, so they would have plenty of time to talk. Her dad was a vice-president of the company he worked for, and he rarely got home before 8 o’clock.

Susan found herself getting slightly horny thinking about the conversation she knew she would be having with her mom. She didn’t want to masturbate, but she was still feeling the desire to at least enjoy some erotica. She logged onto her computer and searched through several sites for some sexy stories. She liked stories about older women and young girls, often mothers and daughters or aunts with nieces. One of her favorite sites was called “Leslita” and another was called “Juicy Secrets.” There was an author on the second one she really enjoyed, Naughty Mommy. She liked the pure eroticism of the stories, along with how detailed they were. Susan had been reading one of Naughty Mommy’s series called “Serendipity,” and Susan was happy to find that two new chapters had been posted since the last time she’d logged in. She spent time reading them and found her panties soaked after she’d finished with the chapters. She was still somewhat sore, so she postponed doing anything about it until later — perhaps after her talk with Mom.

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Mia’s day at work couldn’t end soon enough. When quitting time finally arrived, she hurried to her car and drove home. She needed to masturbate, and a long, hot bath would give her just the time she needed to get herself off a few times. Of course, Susan would probably be home, but she thought she might be able to avoid doing anything rash with her. She was still turned on a great deal by the dream she’d had the night before, and she was well aware that Susan — and her friend Heather — would be a part of her bath-time fantasy that had been a constant companion since that morning. The visions from the dream were still rolling around in her head when she pulled into the driveway.

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Susan heard her mom’s car drive up and decided to hold off until her mom was settled in for the night before broaching the subject of sexual desires. Heather and Tina’s mom, Cheryl, had suggested she talk to her mom about sex and how she’d begun having “those” feelings “down there” and see where that led. Now that the time had arrived, she found herself reluctant to take the plunge.

Mia came in through the door, smiled at her daughter, brushed her lips against her cheek with a quick, almost dismissive, “hello” and said, “I’m going to take a hot bath,” before disappearing down the hallway that led to her bedroom and bathroom.

Susan stood in stunned silence through it all. She sat down in the den and numbly turned on the TV but watched nothing. She wondered if she’d be able to get any of her mother’s time that night after all. She’d seemed as if getting a bath was the most important thing in the world when she’d rushed down the hall, as if she smelled of garbage and perfume of skunk. She teared up a bit thinking about how her mom had practically ignored her.

She looked at the TV screen and wondered what show was playing until she realized it was an old rerun of “Who’s the Boss,” one of her mom’s favorite programs. Susan really liked watching the young girl who played the daughter when she was young like that. Hell, she liked her now that she was an adult, too. There was one movie that was about vampires where she’d appeared naked, and Susan had watched it and masturbated watching those scenes over and over, especially the scene with the lady photographer where they’d had sex.

Now that she was in her room, Mia stripped quickly while the water filled the tub, admiring her youthful figure in the antique full-length mirror that rested in one corner of the bedroom she and her husband, Dan, shared. She didn’t fully shave her pussy, but kept the style known as a “landing strip” instead. She noticed she needed shaving — waxing really — and decided she’d at least shave at some point that night.

Entering the bathroom, she closed the door behind her for added privacy and watched the water fill the Jacuzzi tub before stepping in and turning on the jets to help relax her muscles, which seemed to have been clenched all day.

She had just settled back and was allowing her imagination to roam free, in other words to think about the dream from the night before, when she heard a knock at her bathroom door.

“What is it?” she called, hoping it wasn’t anything that would interrupt her intentions.

“Mom? I kinda have to talk to you about something.”

Suddenly Mia was self-conscious, though her daughter had seen her naked as recently as a few days ago. She hadn’t been so horny she wanted to scream then, however. Also, the fact that this was Susan, the recent object of her desires, caused some slight panic. What might happen if she let her in to chat with her pussy demanding attention because of the dream of Susan and Heather?

“Is it really important?” she asked, hoping for an out. She prided herself in putting anything aside to give her daughter time, but her need for an orgasm or two was becoming urgent.

Susan, outside the bathroom door almost said it could wait, but decided that was just avoiding the situation. “Yeah, it is,” she said, hoping this wouldn’t blow up in her face.

“Okay, come in,” Mia said. Susan could hear the reluctance in her mother’s voice and immediately wondered if maybe this was a very bad time for this.

Susan entered the room slowly and sat in the small chair that faced the tub. The sound of the water jets was a constant hum in the background, and the swirling of the water hid any clear view of her mom’s pussy, which Susan had been hoping she’d get to look at while in the bathroom with her mom. It was one of the reasons she had decided to bite the bullet and get started with this conversation while her mom was taking her bath. She also needed some attention after being practically ignored earlier.

Susan just sat there until Mia said, “Well?”

“Oh, um… Yeah. There’s somethin’ I wanted to talk to you about.”

More silence.

“And that would be…?” Mia asked, hoping her impatience wasn’t as obvious to Susan as it sounded to her.

Susan swallowed. Her mouth dried instantly as her nerves took over.

Mia could see something was bothering her daughter. Susan never interrupted her bath to talk about anything, which is why she’d agreed to this little chat in the first place. She would obviously need some prompting.

Taking a deep breath, she decided her pussy could wait — it had waited this long, after all — and said, “Honey? Is something wrong?”

“Not really. I mean there is but there isn’t. It’s just. Well, I don’t quite know how to talk to you about this.”

“Just say it. I won’t bite, you know.” Unless you want me to nearly followed those words automatically, and Mia had clamped her mouth shut on the words to prevent them from escaping and embarrassing them both.

“Well, it’s about…sex.”

“You’re not pregnant, are you?” Mia asked, only half seriously, while a part of her began to wonder where in the world this conversation would lead. She’d been thinking of nothing BUT sex all day. Sex with the same young girl who now sat here in her bathroom while her mother was naked in the tub and dying to touch herself and fantasize about this same daughter who wanted to talk about sex! It seemed to Mia like some crazy round robin that swirled through the room like a tornado, consuming everything.

“No, of course not. It’s just…well…”

“C’mon, Honey. If it’s about sex, it’s certainly nothing I’ve never heard before, okay?” Mia wondered if perhaps she should have tried to end this conversation instead of encouraging it, but it was too late now.

“Well, you see…I kinda sometimes get these feelings. You know. Down there. And I was sorta wondering if that’s okay. Some girls say their moms would flip out if they knew, and I don’t want to do anything you’d be ashamed of me for.”

“Knew what?” Mia asked.

“Huh?” Susan wasn’t following her mom’s meaning.

“You said your friends’ moms would flip out if they knew. Knew what?”

“Oh. You know. That their daughters…you know…had those types of feelings.”

Maybe it was the topic mixed with her own emotional and sexual state, or perhaps it was just that Susan was beating about the bush — no pun intended — but she decided to try to move this along to the point her daughter was obviously attempting to make.

“You mean, getting horny?” Mia said, hoping she wasn’t crossing a bridge she shouldn’t.

Susan’s eyes widened at the word that had unexpectedly come from her mother’s mouth. She felt as if her mother had just said fuck, which she never said, at least not where Susan could hear it. She was so dumbstruck, she simply nodded.

“Honey, it’s perfectly natural for you to get horny. You’re twelve. It’s what twelve-year-old girls do. As well as twelve-year-old boys. It’s normal. I’m fine with it. As long as you don’t go having sex with some boy. I was joking with the pregnant question, but I wouldn’t be happy at all if you ended up like that. Not at all.”

“I don’t want to have sex with a boy,” Susan said. She was careful not to put emphasis on boy. She didn’t want her mom to know about that yet.

“Well, that’s good. Was there anything else you wanted to ask me or talk about?” Mia was hoping to finish with Susan and get to the reason she’d settled into the tub in the first place, which of course had nothing to do with bathing.

“I just don’t want you to be ashamed of me, that’s all.”

“Why would I be ashamed? Like I said, you’re twelve. There’s nothing wrong with having those feelings.”

“Well, sometimes… I mean, sometimes…Sometimes I, well, I….”

Mia suddenly understood what this conversation was all about. Masturbation. She felt like an idiot for not getting it until now. She supposed it was because the subject was on her own mind and she was doing her best to hide that fact. She decided to end the statement Susan seemed unable to finish.

“Touch yourself?”

Susan nodded, turning beet red as she did. The conversation was going exactly where she’d dreaded it would…and exactly where she’d hoped it would.

“That’s okay, too, baby. Nearly every girl does it, and many start doing that when they’re your age. Some even younger.”

Susan knew that, of course. “Do you?”

Mia was suddenly blushing too. Her daughter was openly asking if she masturbated.

“Do I…masturbate?” Mia said, barely believing her daughter had asked her that.

“Yeah. You said most girls do it. Do you?”

Now Mia was the uncomfortable one. She looked at Susan and wondered if she’d manipulated this situation to get her to confess about doing that. Still, she had always believed a parent should answer any question posed by a child honestly. “Um, well, yes, honey, I do. In fact, I was just about–” She couldn’t help it, so it seemed. The truth of her intentions in taking her bath was now out there. She hadn’t meant to bring it up. It was a slip of the tongue.

Or was it? Mia wondered. Had she meant to tell Susan her plans? She wondered again just exactly what was happening here.

Her pussy was alive with desires, and the source of those desires was sitting there discussing masturbation, and she suddenly realized she wanted to masturbate in front of her. To spread her legs and rub herself for her daughter. She knew it was crazy. She realized it could land her in jail for a long time. But she couldn’t deny the image that had played in her mind all day and was still stoking the fires of her lust: She and her daughter engaging in sexual contact. Any sort of sexual contact. Given all the possibilities, masturbation in front of Susan seemed tame by comparison.

Susan’s eyes widened again. “You were just about to…what? You mean you came in here to masturbate?” Susan couldn’t believe her good fortune! Her mom was admitting to being horny right then! She was confessing that she was intending to masturbate in the tub. Right now!

Blushing madly, Mia decided Fuck it and decided to be totally honest with her daughter. “Yes, Susan. You see, a lot has happened in the past twenty-four hours that has made me, well, very horny. I was in a bit of a hurry when I got home to come in here and, well, get some relief. So you see, there’s absolutely nothing wrong with masturbation. No matter who’s doing it.”

Susan stared at her mother’s midsection, which was still hidden slightly by the swish of the water as the jets propelled it in circles around the tub. It was a large tub. Big enough for two.

“Susan?” Susan’s eyes darted from her mother’s hips to her eyes then back to her hips once again, as if she couldn’t allow her vision to stray from there for too long. “Susan?” Mia said again, and this time Susan’s gaze remained on her mother’s face, although reluctantly. Mia could see the questions there. She could see the desire that seemed to be forming a bridge between them. Susan wanted to watch her. That much was obvious, but she asked her just the same to be sure.

“Would you like to watch me?”

Susan’s stare held for a second on her mother’s face before glancing down where her mother’s pussy was beneath the water. Even through the swirling water, she could see her mother’s hand was now cupping her own vulva.

“Would you?” her mother repeated.

“Are you saying I can?”

“If you want to,” said Mia, knowing full well what the answer was. Susan just nodded. “You can never tell anyone about this, though. I’d end up in jail.”

“I’ll never tell,” Susan said, not believing where this had led. It had gone far beyond where she’d hoped it would, at least this first time talking to her mom about sex and masturbation. Of course, she would tell, but only Cheryl, Heather, and Tina, who would not only understand, but love the story. Still…

She was actually going to watch her mom masturbate.

Mia turned off the jets and the water calmed. Her pussy was now visible beneath the surface of the water. Mia’s hand was rubbing her slit gently, urging the fluids from deep within her to the surface. She watched as Susan stared at her center, taking in each small movement of her hand as she caressed herself.

Mia decided to lie back and close her eyes while allowing her daughter to watch her masturbate to climax. Her left hand rose from the water and began to pinch her nipples, first one, then the other, caressing her breasts lovingly. She would show her daughter what it was to love yourself fully.

Susan seemed unable to catch her breath. Her heart was pounding. She could feel the butterflies in her stomach…and the lust in her pussy. She couldn’t believe it. Her mother masturbating for her right there in the bathtub. This realization kept running through her brain, as if she were stumbling into it at every turn as she ran around a room in the dark. She was afraid to close her eyes for even a second, fearing she might miss something, or that it would all disappear as she awoke from a dream.

But this was no dream.

Her mother’s hand began moving faster over her slit and began to concentrate more on her clit. She was obviously getting turned on because her own daughter was watching her do this…this most private thing.

Susan decided to take a big chance. A huge one. She made that decision because she was afraid this might be the only time. That her mother might feel ashamed for letting her watch like this. She didn’t want that to go to waste.

She wanted to come too.

“Mommy?” she asked, nearly a whisper it was so soft.

Mia opened her eyes, her breath growing ragged. “What, baby?” For a moment she feared Susan would leave the bathroom. Run out in shame and fear.

“Can I get in there with you?”

Oh, dear God. With me? Mia thought. She wants to get in here with me? Why? But she knew why, of course. Her daughter wanted to engage in a ritual Mia had shared with friends when she was Susan’s age and even older. Mutual masturbation. A let’s-get-off-together party.

“Um…if you want to, I suppose you can.” It was all Mia could think to say.

Susan stood and stripped her clothes off as quickly as she could. She couldn’t wait to be in the tub with her mom so they could masturbate together. Maybe even come together.

As she watched Susan getting naked, Mia wondered what was happening to her. Just one day ago she would have freaked out at the very idea of what she was now encouraging to take place. She imagined they would both reach orgasm. Mia knew she herself would and figured Susan wouldn’t be wanting to join her if she wasn’t able to come herself. Just last night she was lying in Susan’s bed masturbating and imagining her daughter doing the same thing many times in the same bed.

Now, she would be experiencing it first hand. She could watch her daughter bring herself to orgasm.

She nearly came just thinking about it. And that realization more than any other sealed the deal for her, forcing her to admit she was turned on by her own daughter to the point that they would be masturbating in the same tub together. Maybe even more, she thought, and a small pre-orgasmic spasm seized her.

Her naked daughter stepped into the tub and sat where they could watch each other. Hands began their explorations, and soon they were both writhing in the tub, making waves that splashed from one edge to the other. Moans and squeals filled the spacious bathroom, as they approached their orgasms while their eyes feasted shamelessly on the other.

Mia was first to get to her climax, nearly screaming it was so intense. Seconds later, Susan joined her, their voices mixing in a cacophony of sexual frenzy, echoing off the walls and feeding their desire for more.

When it was over, the two looked into each other’s eyes.

“Mom?”

“Yes?”

“I love you!”

“I love you, too!”

“And, Mom?”

“Yes?” Mia asked, wondering what could possibly come next.

“I’m perfectly okay with what we did. I know you might feel bad about it, but I’m fine. Don’t think I didn’t want to.”

“You wanted this to happen?”

“Yes. For a while now, actually.” Susan figured she better go ahead and confess her desires to her mom, especially considering what had just happened.

“Well. For me it’s only been since last night.”

“Huh?” Susan didn’t understand what her mother meant by that.

“I’ve wanted to do this with you since last night.”

“Why last night?”

Mia hesitated for a moment, wondering exactly how far this would go while secretly hoping it would go further than she ever hoped it would. Then she told her daughter all about the dream she’d had.

Continue on to Chapter 14