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Debby fell asleep in the car on the way back, so Bridget carried the snoozing 9-year-old in her arms into the hotel lobby. They went up to the penthouse in the elevator along with Sheila, Erin, and Fiona. Angela and her group had returned a few minutes earlier and were already in the suite when the others arrived.
They decided Bridget would put Debby down in the third bedroom, the one where Tina and Amanda had left their things after checking out of the motel. Sleeping arrangements had not yet been determined, but that could wait. For now everyone (with the exception of Debby) was still so keyed up from their rousing night of erotic entertainment that sleep was not on their minds — hot lesbian sex was what they were all thinking about.
Angela could hardly take her eyes off Paige. She was ravenous for her. She did her duty as hostess, of course, providing fresh drinks to those who wanted them. But even while making sure her guests were settling in comfortably, with no one left out, Angela kept special tabs on the preteen stunner.
Paige, who was sitting at one end of a leather sofa next to her mother, Eve, was wearing a very short dress, showing off her long slender legs. At the other end of the sofa was Tina, with Eve seated in the middle. Amanda, Tina’s 10-year-old daughter, was on her mom’s lap. Angela flowed around the large room seeing that everyone had what they needed and chatting gaily, and as she did so she made no attempt to disguise her frequent lingering looks at Paige’s beautiful legs.
The girl noticed this, of course, and it definitely excited her. She’d had a taste the previous evening of what fun it could be to flirt and to play little exhibitionist games, and she was also still feeling extremely aroused from the incredible things she’d seen at the private dinner club, so Paige not only enjoyed Angela’s admiring glances at her legs but made sure to slyly pull the hem of her dress up even higher, letting the woman see almost everything.
Eve, Paige’s mother, was well aware of what was going on, but she didn’t mind it, not a bit. She was happy to see Paige asserting herself and flirting so openly — and she also greatly enjoyed looking at her daughter’s bare legs. Eve enjoyed it so much, in fact, that she placed her hand on a cute knee and then slowly brought it upward, letting just the tips of her fingers glide over the smooth skin. She felt Paige begin to tremble with excitement.
The girl turned toward Eve, smiling and licking her lips. The truth was that even though Angela’s lascivious looks really turned her on, the one person Paige desired more than anyone else in the room was her own mother. They’d had sex with each other the night before — and again that very morning — and Paige was now totally convinced that never in her life would she want anyone or anything more than she wanted her mom. She didn’t know if she was in love, if you would call it that between a mother and a daughter, but she definitely was in lust.
Eve returned her daughter’s smile and tightened her grip on the girl’s slim thigh. But she was feeling torn. She wanted Paige very much. And she also wanted her older daughter, Gwen. Sex with both of them was fabulous, amazing, it was … words couldn’t even describe how great it was. And yet Eve was discovering something new about herself. Now that she had come out of her shell, now that she had, with Angela’s assistance, opened those metaphorical doors she’d sheltered behind for so long, she was realizing that she wanted not only her own daughters, but other young girls too — and their sexy mothers as well!
In particular Eve was feeling a strong pull toward Tina. She liked the woman a lot, to start with, simply as a friend. Tina was bright and funny and very pretty, but she also had a special sort of innocent sex appeal. Perhaps it was because she really wasn’t very experienced at all, sexually, even less so than Eve herself. Tina seemed almost virginal at times. And of course those dimples when she smiled, oh my god, it made Eve’s tummy get all fluttery and her pussy warm and moist.
So, Eve smiled again at Paige, then took her daughter’s hand in hers and pulled it into her lap, actually pushing their joined hands firmly into the crotch of her tight jeans. The girl certainly couldn’t mistake the meaning of that gesture. She blushed and giggled, looking adorable. Eve gave her a wink, but then turned to look at Tina. And when she did, she found that she was not the only mom playing sexy games with her daughter.
Amanda was on Tina’s lap, leaning back against her mother. The child’s eyes were glazed, her mouth slack. She was breathing hard. Tina’s hand was between Amanda’s legs, pressing in and rubbing her through the thin cotton of her sundress. Amanda’s hand was on Tina’s, guiding her. The girl was clearly very excited.
Eve was momentarily surprised that Tina and her daughter would perform such a blatantly sexual act in front of everyone. She immediately recognized, though, how silly that reaction was. After all, they had just returned from seeing a live sex show — a mom and her two girls fucking each other — so what did she expect? Perhaps the real surprise was that it had taken this long.
“That’s hot,” Eve said to Tina, “what you’re doing. It’s very hot.”
“I … couldn’t … help it …” Tina replied, forcing the words out between fast breaths.
Eve realized then that Tina was repeatedly pushing herself upwards beneath Amanda, thrusting her pussy against the child’s bottom, humping her. She didn’t think it was likely that Tina could actually come that way, but it was incredibly exciting to see.
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In the third bedroom of the expansive suite, Bridget was looking at Debby. Her little girl was sleeping soundly in one of the two queen-size beds, lying on her back with the sheets at her waist. She was nude. As Bridget had quietly removed her shoes and her ankle socks, then her pretty dress and finally her panties, Debby had only briefly stirred. She was used to having her mother undress her this way. It always felt warm and comforting to the girl.
Bridget thought she probably ought to go back out now and join the rest of the people at the party, or the orgy, or whatever it was they were having. She wanted to, but kept putting it off. The woman just couldn’t tear herself away. She so loved looking at Debby like this. It was something she had been doing for years, gazing at the child as she slept. Of course, there was nothing unusual about that. Nearly all parents probably did it. However, during the past year or so, her viewing sessions in Debby’s room late at night had become increasingly erotic in nature. Now when Bridget looked at her daughter, she felt desire, lust, an overwhelming need to have sex with her.
The afternoon before, on Sunday, she actually had confessed these feelings to Debby, had for the first time admitted her incestuous desires, and — to Bridget’s great relief — Debby had not rejected her or seemed upset by it at all. In fact, she had said it was fine with her. If her mom wanted it, then she wanted it too! Oh what joy for Bridget!
And so they had made love the previous night, and it was every bit as wonderful as Bridget had always dreamed it would be. Debby had not yet experienced a climax (perhaps she was still too young for that), but Bridget certainly had.
The memory of that, of kissing her daughter, of touching her everywhere, even licking her sweet little pussy, made Bridget tremble with desire again. She opened her slacks and shoved a hand down inside her panties. She was very wet.
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Sheila fleetingly wondered where Bridget was. She knew, of course, that her sister was in one of the bedrooms in the suite putting Debby to bed, but why hadn’t she come back out yet? Oh well, it didn’t really matter. Sheila had a party to enjoy, and there were alluring girls and women all around her.
She looked at Amanda on the sofa, sitting on her mother’s lap. It was so fucking hot the way the girl’s mother, Tina, was rubbing her. Sheila wanted Amanda, and she wanted Tina too. As she thought about having them both at the same time, her pussy gave an involuntary twinge, almost like a sudden mini-orgasm. Sheila groaned and squeezed her legs together. She could feel her cunt oozing moisture. God, she was so turned on.
Next to Tina was Eve, and on the other side of Eve was that unbelievably hot young Paige. How could a girl that age be so gorgeous? Of course to Sheila girls of almost any age were desirable, although Paige definitely was something special. It looked as if she and her mom were really starting to get into it, though, so maybe Sheila should focus on someone else for the time being.
Just then Bambi came by to give Sheila a fresh drink. The 10-year-old had been assisting her mother, Angela, with hostess duties. But as she handed the glass to Sheila, the little blonde had such a tempting look in her eyes, an unmistakably frank offer of sexual availability, that Sheila almost climaxed on the spot. She literally shivered all over with desire.
Bambi was familiar with that response. A lot of ladies would act like that when she looked at them in a certain way. It made them get excited, and Bambi always loved helping ladies feel good. But Sheila seemed even more, like, exaggerated than other ladies. And she had such nice big boobs. Bambi really wanted to suck her boobs.
“Miss Sheila?”
“Y-yes, honey?” the woman panted. Her face was flushed. Sweat beaded her upper lip. She was wearing a halter sundress, white and blue and green, with no bra. Her erect nipples clearly poked through the thin material.
“Is it okay if I look at your boobs? I want to see them. Can I, please?”
Another tremor passed through Sheila, this one even stronger than before. Again it was not quite a climax, but damn close. She licked her lips and tried to keep herself from stammering. It wasn’t easy.
“My, uh… m-my boobs?”
“Uh-huh. I think they’re nice. Will you let me look at them?”
Sheila’s legs were shaky, unsteady. She had to sit down. She looked behind her. Good, there was a chair. She sat, fanning her face with her hand, her legs apart. The other hand held her drink, scotch on the rocks. She took a big gulp.
Jesus, what was happening to her? Sheila usually was much more in control of herself. But the effect of all they had seen and done earlier that evening, and now being where she was — in a room full of sexy moms and daughters, with some of the girls being very young, and apparently all of them completely willing — it was just so fucking hot!
She took another long swallow of the cold, bracing liquid, then set the glass down. She reached out and took Bambi’s hand and brought it to her breast.
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Bridget was masturbating. Her slacks and her panties were on the floor. She was leaning over Debby, her face very close to the child’s naked body. The sheets were pushed all the way down so she could see everything. She stared at her daughter’s hairless pussy, so perfect, so innocent, so utterly irresistible. She wanted to kiss her there, lick her, taste her, but she also felt she ought to let the poor girl continue sleeping. So she just looked at her, breathing hard, rubbing her wet cunt, starting to get close.
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Gwen got up. She’d been hanging back a bit, sitting near Erin and her little sister Fiona, quietly chatting with them and observing, just waiting to see what would happen. Gwen had watched her mother, Eve, and her sister, Paige, and smiled at what she’d seen them doing. She’d also watched Tina and her little girl Amanda, practically having sex on the sofa beside them. That was all really exciting.
But then she saw how Sheila reacted when Bambi spoke to her, and that was even more exciting. Suddenly she wanted Bambi. It was almost instinctive. She had to fuck that little girl, and she was certain that Bambi would be willing. Gwen stood and walked over toward her, not even bothering to make an explanation to Erin or Fiona.
“Hi,” she said to the woman and the girl.
“Hi,” Bambi smiled. Sheila looked up and blinked but didn’t say anything. She was too preoccupied with the child’s hands on her breasts.
“So, Bambi,” Gwen began, “is it okay if I, like, touch you?”
“Sure! You can do anything you want with me.” The little blonde’s smile was even broader.
Gwen heard Sheila groan. The woman had a hand between her legs now, inside her panties. With her other hand she was reaching behind her neck, fumbling a bit. She cursed, then said, “Bambi, undo my… my dress here…”
Taking her hands from Sheila’s breasts, Bambi reached up and quickly opened the button that fastened the sides of the halter together. The top of the dress fell away and Sheila’s glorious large bosom was revealed.
“Mmm,” Bambi licked her lips. But then she said, “Um, do you wanna go in my bedroom, Miss Sheila? It’ll be easier in there than on this chair.”
“Oh, uh, yes, of course.”
Sheila got to her feet, a bit unsteadily. She shimmied her dress down over her hips and stepped out of it, laying it on the chair. Her open-toe shoes were already off. Now she was wearing only her pink panties, which had a very noticeable wet spot in the crotch. Sheila took a deep breath and fluffed up her auburn hair, pushing it back from her face. She was beginning to feel somewhat more in control of herself.
She smiled at Gwen. “Are you coming to the bedroom with us, sexy?”
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Bridget came — very loudly — and Debby woke up.
“Mommy?”
“Oh, hi… hi sugar… sorry I… didn’t mean to wake you…”
“It’s okay,” the little girl yawned. “What time is it?”
“It’s late. You can go back to sleep, baby… except… first, do you want to do something to help me?”
“Um, okay.”
Bridget pulled her top over her head, tossing it aside, then unhooked her bra and shrugged it off. She took her breasts in her hands, massaging them and tweaking the hard nipples.
“Will you… just for a minute, honey, suck on Mommy’s nipples?”
“Really?” Debby asked, her eyes wide.
“Yeah, it’s, um… see, it feels really good, really nice. Fiona, uh, she did it for me the other night, and…”
“Fiona did it?”
“Uh-huh, she did,” Bridget nodded.
“Okay, I want to. How do I do it?”
“Just, you know, like a baby.” Bridget leaned down, bringing her nipple close to her daughter’s face. “Just like when you were a baby, Mommy’s sweet little girl, sucking on my nipples.”
“Okay,” Debby smiled, giggling for a moment. But then she licked her lips, opened wide, and took one of her mother’s long brown nipples into her mouth.
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Approaching the quartet on the leather sofa, Angela gave them her prettiest smile. She held out her hands. “Would all of you like to come with me into the bedroom, where we can get more comfortable?”
Eve grinned at the tall blonde and nodded her head. Tina didn’t respond at first. After a moment, she swallowed and said, “What?”
“Come on,” Eve chuckled, placing a hand on Tina’s arm and giving it a squeeze. “Let’s go in the bedroom, okay?”
“Oh, sure, all right.”
Angela took Paige’s hand, pulling the girl up. Eve stood as well. Amanda slipped from Tina’s lap, so limp with arousal that she almost crumpled to the floor. Eve and Tina caught her, though, and as Tina stood up, she lifted the child into her arms. They made their way into the large master bedroom.
Sitting beside each other in a loveseat, Erin and Fiona watched them go. A minute earlier, they had seen their mother, Sheila, go off with Bambi and Gwen toward Bambi’s bedroom. Aunt Bridget still wasn’t there. Maybe she’d fallen asleep with Debby, or maybe they were doing… something else. Anyway, the two girls were now the only ones left in the living area.
Fiona turned to her big sister, grinning. “So, um, did you really mean what you said to me before?”
“Did I… when?” Erin wrinkled her brow, cocking her head.
“Today, out in the ocean. When, um, remember, when we were kissing, or before then, and you said, like, you wanted to, you know, fuck me?”
The teenager nodded, smiling. “Yeah, I did. I really did mean it. So, do you want to now?”
“Yeah, I think I do,” Fiona giggled.
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“Yes, yes, yes, yes!!”
Bridget was ready for another climax, furiously rubbing her hot wet pussy as her daughter mouthed her breast. Debby’s eyes were closed. Her small hands surrounded the tit, holding it almost like a bottle. She seemed to take very naturally to lesbian nipple-sucking, and the erotic sensations were driving Bridget wild.
“Fuck, yes, oh my god, yes, OHHH!!”
She came then, but didn’t stop. It was a fairly small orgasm, certainly wonderful, but Bridget still wanted more — more sex with her daughter. She continued squeezing and stroking her clit as Debby happily sucked her nipple.
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In Bambi’s bedroom, Sheila was flat on her back in the middle of the king-size bed. She was naked, her legs flung far apart. Bambi, also naked, was on top of Sheila, kissing and licking and sucking her nipples. Gwen, barefoot but still clothed, was kneeling between Sheila’s legs, staring at a pair of pussies, one of a mature woman, the other of a child.
Quickly pulling off her shirt, Gwen tossed it away. She wore no bra and was now topless. She bent down, bringing her face close to Sheila’s vulva. Droplets of moisture glimmered in the dark reddish tangle of pubic hair. The teenager inhaled, breathing through her nose. The smell of pussy was intoxicating. It made her mouth water. Then she looked up at Bambi’s little pussy, smooth and pink and hairless. Such a contrast!
Extending a hand, Gwen touched Bambi, her fingertips grazing over the little girl’s labia. In response, Bambi arched her pelvis and opened her legs wider, offering herself. Gwen took a deep breath. Was this all a dream? No, it was really happening!
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At last!
At last she had her. For several long moments, Angela simply gazed at the girl, drinking in her beauty. At only 11 years old, Paige was just starting to mature but already had an undeniably powerful sex appeal — for Angela anyway.
She had always felt there was something very special, something magical about that age… the time when a girl is on the cusp of becoming a young woman, her little breast buds so very tempting, her delicious vulva still almost hairless… so daintily innocent, just barely pubescent, and yet ravishingly seductive.
Paige was lying naked on her back on the huge round bed. Her face was mostly hidden between her mother’s thighs, but the rest of her body was open and available. Angela lightly fondled the girl’s small breasts, feeling the nipples harden. She knew how tender and sensitive they could be in someone this young, so her touch was very delicate, yet also highly arousing. She smiled to herself as she felt Paige responding, a shiver passing through her slim shape.
Her hands moved to the girl’s perfect legs. Gently pushing them apart, she caressed the soft skin, stroking and kneading, then sliding the tips of her fingers up the insides of her slender thighs. Another shiver, this one more dramatic. Paige was ready. Angela could actually see her labia coming open, the petals separating, revealing the moist pink treasure inside.
At last she had her, and now she need wait no longer. Slowly she lowered her face toward the tempting pussy.
Paige was licking her mother. Oh how she loved it! The taste, the feel, the smell, everything, it was just so great! She never wanted to be anywhere else or do anything else.
But at the same time she could feel something happening, something amazing. She knew that Angela was down there, of course, looking at her, caressing her, and it was certainly very exciting. She loved the feeling of the woman’s hands on her body, the way she touched her so softly and everything, but now — now, oh my god, Angela’s tongue, her lips, her whole mouth, so hot and wet, licking me, sucking me, it’s unbelievably nice!
Paige shuddered all over and then realized that she was very quickly getting that warm honey feeling inside again. She knew by now that it meant an orgasm was approaching — but it was so fast this time, faster than ever before! What was Angela doing to her?!!
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Having Debby suck her nipples, seeing her child’s pretty mouth on her tit, her small hands clutching the breast, was just so incredibly arousing. Bridget cooed to Debby, masturbated, and in no more than two or three minutes reached climax yet again, her third orgasm in bed that night with her little girl. This last one was so overwhelming it practically knocked her out. She swooned, seeing stars, leaning heavily on an elbow, gasping, trying to catch her breath.
As she gradually settled down, powerful spasms beginning to recede with now only faint aftershocks making her body tremble, Bridget slowly opened her eyes. She smiled. Debby was beneath her, her mouth still at the breast, but it looked as though her baby had fallen back to sleep. The little one breathed slowly, steadily, occasionally seeming to awaken long enough to suck for a moment, before drifting off once more.
What a darling she was! How happy Bridget felt!
For so long she had dreamed of this day, of a time when she could show her daughter everything she felt for her, holding nothing back. And now they were finally doing it. No matter that Debby was asleep now, or that she had not yet been able to experience an orgasm herself — that would come in time, and they had the time. They had years ahead of them to share their bodies and their incestuous desires, possibly even the entire rest of their lives to love each other in that very special way.
Could that happen? Would it happen? When Debby was an adult, say, a woman in her 20s, with Bridget then approaching 50 (yikes!), would they still be lovers then? She hoped so. For now, though, she was perfectly happy just as she was, just as they were. She laid her head next to Debby’s on the pillow and closed her eyes.
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