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Serendipity, Chapter 47

  • Posted on November 11, 2015 at 2:25 pm

By Naughty Mommy

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On the advice of the hotel concierge, and after researching as much as she could on her laptop, Stephanie decided they should try snorkeling at Mission Point Beach instead of at the better known and more popular La Jolla Cove. It turned out to be a great choice.

With no surf and very little surge, the shallow, quiet cove at Mission Bay was ideal, especially for novice snorkelers Eve, Gwen, and Paige. The water was warm and clear and they all delighted in seeing dozens of bright orange Garibaldi fish swimming around colorful lacy coral. They found plenty of crabs, anemones, sea cucumbers, and spiny lobsters too, and even a few small octopuses. What a wonderful day it was.

They were careful not to get too much sun all at once, though. In addition to slathering on the sunblock before they began and also wearing t-shirts over their bathing suits just to be on the safe side, they took breaks every half hour or so, relaxing in the shade. This allowed Eve and Stephanie to become better acquainted while Gwen and Kelly would go off by themselves to find a secluded spot for necking. Paige was mostly content to stay by her mother.

At around 3:00, they agreed it was time to head back to the hotel. So they turned in their rented snorkeling gear and started toward the parking area.

“Mom?” said Gwen.

“Yes, honey?”

“Can we maybe have a little treat?”

They were walking in front of a Baskin-Robbins. Eve and Stephanie were arm in arm, with Paige on Eve’s other arm. Kelly and Gwen were holding hands.

Eve stopped and smiled at her daughter. “You want a cone or something?”

“Uh-huh,” Gwen nodded eagerly, ponytail bobbing.

“Of course we can, sweetie. I don’t see why not.”

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While conspiring on their scheme for a private lesbian yacht party on Thursday, Angela and Carol also had agreed that their two groups should spend the day together on Wednesday. Several members would be away on a snorkeling excursion, but that still left Carol, Stacie, Jordan, Veronica, and the twins to join Angela and Bambi and Tina and Amanda at the reserved area on the beach.

They got together at 11:00, and then around noon, Sheila, Bridget, and their daughters showed up too, as planned. As the introductions were being made, some of the families meeting each other for the first time, Angela immediately began dropping broad hints about the close loving relationships between all the mothers and daughters who were present.

This got their blood stirring. Veronica looked at Sheila and as their eyes met, they both saw the truth. Bridget shared a similar look with Carol and with Stacie. For the kids it was pretty much intuitively obvious. Confessions were made, secrets came out, and the ice was quickly broken — no, better to say it was melted by the intense heat of their shared incestuous passion.

After that, it was a highly festive day. Everyone understood each other now, and they all realized that sex between any of them at any time was always a welcome possibility — bearing in mind the need to observe at least some level of public decorum. So they didn’t go completely overboard, but as they ate and drank and laughed and flirted, and as the adults drank some more and then some more after that, casual touches soon were turning into caresses, playful kisses becoming longer and deeper and wetter.

No one quite had sex out there on the lounge chairs in front of the Playa del Mar, but the waiters and other hotel staff often did get an eyeful of exposed female flesh — from women and from very young girls too — and more than a few of them wondered about the propriety and possibly the legality of what they were witnessing. Nothing was said, however. The only result was some extra masturbation and some unusually exuberant lovemaking for several hotel employees and their partners later that night.

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It was just after 4:00 when Stephanie and Kelly arrived at the scene along with Eve and her girls. They found a spirited party going on and were loudly and gaily welcomed, cold drinks put in their hands, kisses exchanged, more introductions happily made.

And now, at last, they were all in one place — the family from San Francisco, the family from Spokane and Seattle, the family from Phoenix, the little family from Sacramento and the two families from San Diego, along with Angela and Bambi from the east coast — twenty mothers and daughters from all around the United States finally coming together, serendipitously.

Kelly certainly could hear the noise, the boisterous chatter and laughter around her, the joking and flirting, the teasing and kissing… and yet it all seemed to be fading away. For her there was only one face, that unbelievably cute little face. She stood and stared, that was all she could do. Kelly was instantly enthralled by Debby — and the feeling was mutual. It was love at first sight, if such a thing was possible between a 9-year-old and a 14-year-old.

For several long moments they simply gazed into each other’s eyes, until Kelly said, “Hi,” and Debby responded, “Hi.”

“I’m Kelly.”

“My name is Debby.”

“How old are you?”

“Nine.”

“Wow. What grade are you in?”

“Um, 4th next year.”

“Wow, 4th grade… you know, I think you’re really cute.”

“Thanks,” Debby smiled, showing the adorable gap between her front teeth.

Kelly almost turned into a puddle. She’d never felt this way in her life. Yes, she did have a huge crush on Gwen, but that really was just a crush, a teenage infatuation. This was true love! She reached out to Debby, taking both hands, squeezing them.

Debby didn’t know what to think. Her heart was beating fast. The way this older girl was looking into her eyes, like she was the most beautiful princess there ever was or something, and the way it made her feel inside — like she was winning every prize in the world or being given all the presents ever wrapped — it was as if no one ever would be or ever could be more important or more special than she was right then.

“Debby…” Kelly uttered. She loved saying the name. The little girl smiled at her again, even more happily than before, pretty blue eyes twinkling. Kelly felt light-headed, as if she might faint.

“Um, do you, I mean, do you want anything? Like, can I get you anything?” The teen managed to say.

“No.”

“Do you… want to go for a walk?”

“Okay.”

Without releasing Debby’s hands, Kelly turned to look for her mom, either of her moms. She saw Stephanie nearby, holding a glass of wine and chatting with a woman Kelly didn’t know even though she’d probably just been introduced to her.

“Mommy?”

“Yes, honey?”

“Um, I’m just, like, me and Debby are gonna go for a little walk, okay? Not very far.”

“Sure, sweetie, that’s fine,” Stephanie smiled. The other woman, a brunette, winked at Kelly, or maybe at Debby, she wasn’t sure.

“Can you, maybe, tell Debby’s mom or something, so she’ll know?”

The brunette laughed. “I’m Debby’s mom. And it’s perfectly okay. You kids go and have fun.”

Kelly blushed. That was kind of embarrassing, not even remembering who Debby’s mother was. Oh well, it didn’t matter. Nothing mattered — she was in love!

Shortly after Kelly and Debby strolled away, hand in hand, Angela approached Gwen, who was standing next to Erin. They were sipping Cokes and chatting. The chesty blonde spoke quietly to them for a few moments, and then the girls began to nod eagerly, grinning at her and giggling.

Angela handed Gwen a plastic card, the key to the penthouse suite. The teenagers quickly rounded up all the remaining girls — Paige, Fiona, Amanda, Bambi, Hailey, Holly, and Jordan — then herded them into the hotel and toward the elevator.

Twenty minutes later, Debby and Kelly returned from their walk, their faces flushed and glowing, lips red. Neither girl was wearing lipstick, but after that much kissing, it certainly looked like they were. Their adoring glances at each other and their blushing smiles made it clear what they’d been doing, although they really had no desire or any need to hide their feelings.

After whispering something to Bridget and to Veronica, Angela took Kelly and Debby into the hotel, soon coming back without them.

“The girls are all making preparations for something special,” she announced, “so we need to give them some time on their own. We’ll go up in an hour or so. I have dinner planned for 7:00, and then the entertainment will start at 8:00.”

Angela refilled wine glasses for her guests and poured more Long Island Iced Tea for those who were drinking it, then settled in next to Carol. Placing a hand on the woman’s knee and sliding it slowly up the inside of her bare leg, stopping just shy of her crotch, Angela purred, “Now, tell me more, sexy lady, about this interesting game you said you taught your granddaughter. What was it you called it? Pony?”

“That’s right,” Carol chuckled. “I showed my little girl a very special way she could enjoy riding. She did it first with me, and then later with her mom. Of course, we both ride her too sometimes.”

“And how old is she again?”

“She’s 7 years old.”

“Mmm, only 7… it’s been a while since I’ve had a girl that young. Too long, in fact.”

“Well, maybe we should do something about that,” Carol winked.

“Yes, I really think we should.”

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Dinner was another buffet, this one featuring a wide range of seafood, deliciously prepared and beautifully presented. As they enjoyed the sumptuous fare, they went through almost a dozen bottles of excellent California wines, even allowing some of the older girls to have a glass. Three long-legged and very attractive young servers in miniskirts attended to all their needs.

A separate table piled high with tempting desserts received a few visitors at the end of the meal, but only from among the kids. They adults were mostly too full, and anyway they were eager to get to the entertainment, as were the girls. So, the servers efficiently cleared away all the dishes and then rolled the buffet tables into the large elevator, smiling as they received a generous tip from Angela. By a few minutes after 8:00, the mothers and daughters were alone and ready for the fun to begin.

Nine chairs had been set up for the women in a rough semicircle, leaving an open space in the center. Angela went to a panel on the wall, adjusting sliders to lower the lights in the room. She pressed another button and a spotlight came on, illuminating the open area.

When she was satisfied with the lighting, Angela turned a dial and music gradually came up. It was a sensuous, carnal, tropical beat — hard to define, but clearly erotic. She smiled and took her seat.

While the chairs were being arranged, the girls had all disappeared into the third bedroom of the suite. The door to that room was just to the right of the highlighted area. Now the door opened. Jordan came out alone, moving slowly to the center of the circle.

The diminutive 7-year-old, youngest of the children and the smallest at only 4’2”, nevertheless somehow projected an image of ripe sexuality. It wasn’t really the way she was dressed — in white knee socks with no shoes and a short yellow sundress — but something about the way she moved, gliding, twisting, her cute little body already attuned as an instrument of seduction. It took the collective breath from her audience.

When Jordan reached her position, she stood for a moment, smiling at the women, making eye contact with each of them. And then she began to sway gently back and forth in time with the music. She drew her hands slowly up her sides, raising the dress just enough to give them a peek of her white panties before letting go. Her hands moved to her flat chest, massaging briefly, then to her head where she pushed up her hair, her eyes now hooded, her face in an alluring pout.

“Oh my god,” Sheila breathed. Few were surprised to see that she was already beginning to masturbate. And she wasn’t the only one. Carol, Stacie, and Angela were playing with themselves too.

Jordan turned a slow pirouette, still swaying, her little bottom pushing out, enticing them. Finishing one complete rotation, she continued to turn until she was facing away from the audience. Then she bent at the waist and started raising the dress again, just a bit at a time, until they could see her panties and her butt. She wiggled, drawing gasps. More of the women put their hands between their legs.

She straightened up, lifting the dress very slowly over her head, then dropping it to the floor. Jordan stood a moment, facing away, running her hands down her sides, to her knees, then back up to her bottom, cupping her cheeks, squeezing them.

“God,” Sheila exclaimed. She had a hand inside her panties, moving rapidly. Her face was beaded with sweat. All the other moms were masturbating now, though none as vigorously as Sheila.

Still facing away, Jordan bent to push one knee sock down, deftly pulling it off and tossing it away. She did the same with the other sock. Only her panties were left.

Peeking coyly over her shoulder at the aroused viewers, Jordan smiled and licked her lips. Then she hooked her thumbs in the waistband of her undies and tugged them down, but only partway, just enough to reveal about half her tiny bottom, that sweet little crack beckoning to the moms. She heard more gasps.

The girl pulled the panties down a bit more, showing her butt, wagging it for them. And then she began to turn around, to face her audience. They saw her chest, completely flat, her nipples just small dark circles, not even puffy yet. Her body was straight, with no hips at all. The white undies barely covered her slit, but there was not a hint of hair on her mound.

This was a child they were ogling, a prepubescent little girl. And every one of the nine women was eager to fuck her.

Jordan licked her lips again and slowly, very slowly, slid the panties down, revealing her hairless pussy.

Sheila climaxed. “Oooff! Fuck yes!!”

They heard the wet slapping sound of Sheila’s fingers in her cunt. They smelled her juices. Although no one else was really close to an orgasm yet, every vagina in the room was dripping with desire.

Jordan finished pulling her panties off, stepping out of them. She smiled at Sheila, who was still shuddering and groaning, but beginning to calm down. The girl now drew her hands up her sides, swaying in rhythm, dancing seductively and caressing herself. Moving up and down the line of masturbating moms, she writhed and turned with the music, displaying her smooth naked body, letting them look at her.

After completing two sweeps in front of the women, she returned to the center of the spotlighted circle and paused, facing them, feet apart, legs open, smiling. They clapped and cheered.

But she wasn’t quite finished. She accepted their applause for several seconds, grinning happily, and then raised her slender arms high above her head. She began leaning back, stretching, arching, until her hands reached the floor, making a perfect backbend. Her slit faced them, and as she stretched, the puffy white lips parted. They could see inside. They could see a gleam of moisture. The little girl was wet with excitement.

“Fuck!” Angela cried as an orgasm crashed over her.

There was more applause, loud cheers, and then Jordan straightened up again. After blowing kisses to the audience, she dashed away, returning to the bedroom. The door closed behind her.

They had a minute or so to recover, to talk about what they had just seen, continue rubbing themselves, or do whatever they wanted. Catching her breath and regaining her composure, Angela offered to refill wine glasses or perhaps pour some cognac, but no one was interested. Sex was all they really cared about.

The door opened again. The women quickly quieted. A pause, a hush in the room, every eye straining to see who would come out next.

Continue on to Chapter 48