Juicy Secrets Forbidden Tales of Lesbian Love

By Naughty Mommy

“All right, girls, are you ready for me to continue with the story now?”

Glancing at each of my daughters in turn, I saw three pretty faces nodding eagerly.

We were in my bed, all of us naked, snuggling in together. I had Andrea, the twelve-year-old, tucked under my right arm, ten-year-old Kristen under my left arm, and Bethany, my oldest at thirteen, on the other side of Kristen, with her arms around her little sister. What a happy family we were.

The girls never tired of hearing my story, as familiar as it must have been to them by now, and I never tired of telling it. I also loved, of course, the reactions that it would stimulate in them, and in me. So very naughty!

“Now, let’s see, where was I when we got distracted?”

“You were looking at your mother’s nipples,” prompted Andrea.

“Oh, yes, that’s right. We were sitting in her bed. She was naked, but I still had my pajamas on. I had come to her bedroom that night and asked if I could watch her masturbate, so I could see how she did it.”

“I love watching you masturbate,” said Bethany. I could see her hand moving under the covers, between her legs.

“Yes, I know you do, darling, and I love watching you too. My mother and I, though, at that point, had never done anything at all like that. It was something very new for us. I think she was feeling a little nervous about it, but I could also tell it was making her excited. She held her breasts in her hands, letting me look at them, and then, as I watched, she pinched her pink nipples between her fingers, and she sort of moaned and trembled all over.

“She was starting to breathe harder, and she was looking into my eyes, and then down at my mouth. My mother ran her tongue over her lips and then she leaned in and kissed me. This was the softest, warmest, sexiest kiss anyone had ever given me. She held her lips on my lips for a long time, and I started feeling all hot and fluttery inside, the way I’d felt in my bed on the night when I had my first orgasm.

“When my mother finally pulled her mouth away from mine, she took a very deep breath, as if to gather herself. Then she exhaled and said, with a smile, ‘Well, okay, let’s begin.’ Still holding her breasts in her hands, she looked down at them, at her erect nipples, and she asked, ‘Honey, when you masturbate, do you ever touch your breasts or your nipples?’ ‘Sometimes,’ I answered. ‘Because I like to do that a lot,’ she told me. ‘Whenever I masturbate, I almost always start by caressing my breasts for a while.’

“As she said this, my mother began to demonstrate. She slowly ran her hands all around and over her breasts, letting her fingertips tease her nipples. She held her tits, one in each hand, just like I’m doing now, and gently squeezed them, then pressed them together.”

Andrea and Bethany began to copy my movements, massaging their own small breasts the same way I was touching mine as I described what my mother had shown me, more than twenty years earlier. I love to watch my daughters touch themselves, erotically stimulating their nubile young bodies. Teaching them how to masturbate, and then watching and sometimes helping as they’ve learned how to bring themselves to orgasm has been one of the greatest pleasures of my life.

Little Kristen, barely ten years old, still does not have any breast development, so all she could do was tickle her nipples. Bless her heart.

“My mother said to me, ‘I love to touch myself this way. It feels so nice, and it gets me very excited.’ She began squeezing her breasts harder and pinching her nipples. ‘Have you tried touching yourself like this, Cathy?’”

“I hadn’t, not quite like that, anyway. Also, my breasts were still quite small, since I was only eleven, just sort of like bumps.”

“Like mine were until last year,” said Andie, my little redhead.

“That’s right, sweetheart. But now your titties are getting very nice.”

She beamed as she squeezed her growing breasts.

“I told my mother I hadn’t really tried to do what she was doing, and she urged me to do it. She said I should take off my pajama tops. In fact, she said I should take off everything, so I would be naked like she was.”

“Like we are,” piped up Kristen.

“Yes, punkin, just like we are.”

“So I took off my pajamas, and my mother encouraged me to gently massage my little breasts, the way she was touching hers. I tried it, and I liked it, but even more than that, I liked watching her touch herself.”

“I like watching you touch yourself,” said Bethany, as she stared at my fingers fondling my nipples.

“I know you do, honey.” It was getting warmer inside the room as our sexual tension increased. Feeling myself beginning to sweat, I took a deep breath, trying to control my growing excitement so I could go on with the story.

“My mother played with her breasts for a few minutes longer, and then she put her hand to her mouth, licked her fingers, and rubbed the wetness over just the tips of her erect nipples. This made her shiver with excitement. Shall we all do that together?”

I watched Bethany moisten her fingers and tease her nipples, and ten-year-old Kristen try to do the same. At Kristen’s age, her nipples were not yet very responsive, but I knew for a fact that her little pussy was already very capable of experiencing pleasure.

Turning to Andrea, I watched as she lifted her developing breasts toward her mouth, first one then the other. They were large enough now for her just to be able to flick her tongue over the ends of her pretty pink nipples.

“Ooh, Andrea that’s so hot!” I told her, as I pinched my own hard nipples. “Are you trying to make me come again?”

She grinned, “Of course I am. All the time.”

“So, anyway, my mother watched me touching my breasts and nipples as she did the same to hers. I heard her say, to herself, ‘This is making me really wet.’ ‘What, Mommy?’ I asked, because I wasn’t sure what she meant.

“‘Oh…’ she hesitated, ‘I, I mean, do you, do you know what it means to say, when a woman gets wet?’ ‘Um, no,’ I said, ‘I don’t think so.’ ‘Okay, well, you, that is, if you’ve already started masturbating, and if you, if you can give yourself enough pleasure to have, or at least get close to having, an orgasm— ’ ‘I think I already have.’ ‘So then, chances are you’ve already had your, um, your, your vagina get wet. That means it gets lubricated, like when moisture comes out from inside of you that’s, well, that’s kind of slippery. Do you know what I mean?’”

“‘Kind of,’ I answered. ‘I didn’t know what it’s called, but yeah, maybe.’ ‘Let me show you,’ said my mother.”

Bethany groaned. I looked over at my thirteen-year-old.

“I love this part,” she smiled, pulling her long slim legs from under the covers and stretching them out for me and her sisters to admire. Her soft, perfect skin glowed golden in the lamplight. We watched as she slid one hand slowly down to caress her smooth shaved pussy.

In response, I pushed the comforter down and spread my legs, then used both hands to open my labia so my daughters could look at my cunt and see how wet I was.

I went on with the story, “My beautiful mother pushed down the sheet so I could look at her. Using her fingers, she pulled her pink pussy lips apart, just like I’m doing now. She said to me, ‘Honey, slide down here close, so you can see better.’”

“Mmm…” Bethany groaned again. Her eyes were closed now. She had both hands working between her legs, one rubbing her clit, the other circling the rim of her vagina.

“I did as my mother asked. I moved down on the bed until my face was next to her pussy. Her pubic hair was red. Back then, women didn’t shave it all off, like some of us do now—”

“I don’t have to shave, ‘cuz I don’t have any yet,” announced ten-year-old Kristen.

I smiled at her, “That’s right, baby. You’re still perfectly hairless, like the darling little girl that you are. My mother kept her pubic hair trimmed, and it was fairly short, but I could see her red curls, and I could see tiny drops of moisture in there too. And when she pulled her pussy lips wide apart for me, I could look right inside her and see the opening to her vagina, where it was wet and pink and shiny.”

Bethany gasped. She had a finger pressed deep inside herself and she was climaxing.

Her sisters and I watched as she continued rubbing her clit and fucking her pussy, giving herself a long extended orgasm. We love to watch each other masturbate and bring ourselves to climax, just as much as we love giving each other sexual pleasure.

As the young blonde’s final spasms subsided, she opened her eyes and smiled at us, chuckling, “Sorry, I, I just couldn’t wait.”

“It’s fine, darling,” I told her, blowing her a little kiss. “You never have to apologize for having an orgasm.”

Bethany sent me a return kiss as she moved in closer to Kristen, wrapping her arms and legs around the naked girl and raising the dripping finger that had been inside her up to her sister’s mouth, where Kristen sucked on it.

“Now, then, where was I?”

“You were looking at your mother’s vagina,” prompted Andrea.

“Oh, yes, that’s right. My mother had opened her pussy lips for me, and she was showing me how wet she was inside. ‘Can you see it?’ she asked. ‘Can you see what I mean when I say I’m getting wet?’ ‘Yeah, I sure can,’ I told her. I could see all the moisture inside her, and I could smell it too. It smelled strong, but nice. It made me want to lick her.”

“Oh god, Mommy,” Bethany was really turned on that night. She had a hand between her legs again and was rubbing herself as she hugged her little sister. I didn’t mind. I loved being able to get them so excited by telling them the story.

“My mother said to me, ‘Cathy, do you want to watch me now while I masturbate? Do you want me to come for you?’ I wasn’t really sure then what that expression meant, but whatever it was, it sounded good, so I answered, ‘Yes, Mommy.’ And while I watched, she began rubbing her fingers around inside her pussy lips, making them all wet and slippery, and then pretty soon she slid two fingers into her vagina, pressing them very deep inside. I was amazed. I had seen pictures in the magazines of girls doing that, but it was so exciting to watch my own mother fuck herself!”

“Mommy, you’re gonna make me come again,” panted Bethany. Her eyes were closed. She was squeezing Kristen’s small thigh tightly between her legs, humping the child as she kissed her neck. I saw that Kristen was rubbing her own hairless pussy with her fingers as her big sister approached another orgasm.

It seemed as if things were starting to get out of control, that I might be unable to finish the story before we all descended into a full-blown lesbian orgy. Not that I would have any complaints about that, of course. I’d love it. But I wanted to make sure that was what the girls wanted.

I looked over at Andrea, on my other side in bed. She was sitting on her knees, licking her lips and squeezing her pink nipples between her fingers as she watched Bethany hump Kristen’s leg.

“Do you want me to go on with the story, honey?” I asked in a husky voice.

“Yeah, but — in a minute. I do want you to finish it, but first I want to fuck you, Mommy.”

As she said that, she climbed on top of me. My twelve-year-old redheaded daughter placed her warm, luscious, still-developing body on top of mine. I slid down in the bed so that I was lying flat and spread my legs apart, allowing her to nestle her smoothly-shaved pubis against mine.

The other two girls copied what we were doing, little Kristen opening her legs wide, letting thirteen-year-old Bethany mount her.

Andrea began by kissing me. I loved the way she kissed, always slow and soft and wet and long. Her full lips moved around on mine, her tongue exploring my mouth.

I held her breasts in my hands. They were still fairly small, but enough for me to grab and squeeze. When she pulled her lips away from mine for a moment, I asked, “You want to fuck me, little girl? You want to fuck your Mommy?”

Looking deeply into my eyes, she nodded, “Mm-hmm,” and I felt her labia sliding between mine. I was already very wet, so my lubrication made it easy for our pussies to join.

I glanced at Kristen and Bethany. They were kissing and obviously enjoying it very much — arms wrapped around each other, eyes closed, tongues eagerly working. Bethany was humping her little sister, pressing their pussies together.

Andrea was kissing my neck, nibbling and sucking. It drove me wild when my girls would do that. I opened my legs farther apart and reached down to grab my daughter’s bottom, pulling her against me.

She started moving on top of me, sliding up and down, her moist center finding intimate contact with mine.

“That’s right, baby, fuck Mommy, fuck Mommy’s pussy.”

I heard her whisper, “Mommy, did you do this with your mother?”

“You know I did, sweetheart. I did this many, many times with my mother.”

“You fucked your Mommy,” panted Bethany as she rammed her cunt against her little sister’s.

Kristen’s legs were wrapped around Bethany’s thighs, pulling her big sister into her. “Fuck me, Bethany,” she urged. “Fuck me hard. Fuck my pussy!”

“Come on, honey,” I told Andrea. “Fuck Mommy now. Fuck Mommy hard and make me come!”

I ran my fingers up and down her back, using my nails to lightly scratch her skin, encouraging that wild animal part of her to take over completely.

Andrea was moving faster and faster on top of me. “I’m gonna fuck you, Mommy, I’m gonna fuck you with my pussy and make you come.”

A moment later she began to climax.

Just then I heard Bethany crying out, “Oh, fuck! Fuck!” as she came on top of Kristen, and little Kristen’s happy squeals told me she was coming too.

Andrea shuddered, her entire body quaking, and I felt a wet flow of warmth from her pussy into mine. That put me over the top.

Wrapping my arms around my daughter, I pulled her sweet young body against me, forcing her cunt to grind into mine. I came in powerful, volcanic spasms, screaming in ecstasy.

* * *

It would take us several minutes to regain our senses. We lay naked on my bed, panting and sweating, nearly unconscious. The room was filled with the hot humid scent of feminine orgasms.

This wasn’t something we did all the time. We had foursomes fairly often, but not every night. Most evenings, we would pair off, one of the girls sleeping with me while the other two shared a bed and their bodies. Once a week or so, we took a break and slept alone, each of us doing whatever we wanted in our separate rooms.

Often on those solo nights, I would look at porn on the Internet and then masturbate, but no matter how appealing the young actresses were in the videos I watched, none of them could compare to my own darling lovers.

Every few weeks, one of my daughters would ask to hear the story of how my own mother and I had become lesbian lovers. And when I told it, we would invariably end up having incredibly hot four-way sex.

* * *

Bethany was the first to recover that night. I heard her sighing and moving around, and then I felt a hand on my bare leg. “Mommy?”

“Yes, lover?”

“Will you tell us more of the story?”

“Of course I will.”

I patted Andrea on the bottom, and she slid easily off of me, our bodies still slick with perspiration and pussy juice. Pulling myself to a sitting position, I looked down at Kristen, my ten-year-old.

The child’s arms and legs were flung apart, her eyes closed. Bethany was sitting up now, running her hands through her long blonde hair, trying to dry it out a little, but Kristen was still somewhere else.

This gave me an opportunity to admire her amazingly beautiful body. Unlike my older two girls, Kristen had not reached puberty. She still had the thin, perfect limbs of a child, with no breasts and no hips, her body long and straight and desirable, smooth and hairless everywhere.

Seeing my daughter spread-eagled that way, totally naked, her skin still flushed from sexual contact with Bethany, her little mound puffy and pink, glistening in spots with her sister’s juices, it made me feel light-headed, overwhelmed with desire. I wanted her so much.

Yes, I would gladly continue telling the story, but before this night was through, my tongue would be inside my youngest daughter’s pussy, tasting her, licking her, making her come in my mouth.

“Mommy?” Bethany’s voice brought me back into the moment.

“What, honey?”

“Don’t forget the story.”

“Oh, yes, that’s right.” I took a deep breath, again working to control my sexual appetites, and smiled at Bethany. “Sorry, sweetheart, but when I look at Kristen like that, I just can’t help remembering when you two girls were as young as she is now. So sweet and so innocent.”

“Well, maybe not totally innocent,” she chuckled.

Of course, she was right. I’d seduced each of my daughters well before they reached puberty, when they were still little girls like Kristen, even younger than she was now, in fact. And they had enjoyed it too. None of them had ever expressed any regrets, and I sure didn’t feel any. We were as happy and as close as any parents and children could be.

“All right,” I rubbed my hands briskly together. “Who’s ready to hear more of my story?”

“I am,” Andrea smiled at me as she pushed herself up on an elbow, her curly red hair falling in front of those striking green eyes.

“Come on, little one,” Bethany was gently shaking Kristen. “Mommy’s going to go on with the story now.”

“Okay…” My youngest slowly roused herself. She sat up and stretched like a cat before curling up at my side, one hand on my breast, gently fondling the nipple.

I kissed the top of her head, then resumed the tale. “So, that night, for the first time, my mother masturbated for me. She asked me to slide down between her legs, which I did. Then she opened her pussy lips for me, spreading them wide, and she let me watch as she touched herself, rubbing her fingers all around, and then sliding two fingers deep inside her hot wet vagina.”

“Mmm, nice,” sighed Andrea.

“It was nice,” I agreed. “It was the most amazing thing I had ever seen, even more exciting than the pictures I’d looked at in her magazines, much more exciting than that, in fact. I watched my mother sliding her fingers in and out or herself, while her other hand was massaging her clit, and I remember hearing her whisper, ‘I like it when you watch me, little girl.’ I could smell her pussy, and I was so close to her it seemed like I could even feel the heat radiating from her sex. For a while she kept her eyes open, watching me watching her, but as she started to get close to an orgasm, she closed her eyes. I move in even closer then, I didn’t want to miss a thing. I was close enough that if I’d stuck out my tongue I could have licked her.”

“Oh, Mommy…” Andie was starting to masturbate as she listened to my story.

I glanced down at little Kristen, nestled under my arm. She was still fondling my breast. Her eye caught mine, and she licked her lips while running a fingertip over the end of my hard nipple. It was her way of asking if she could lick and suck my tit. I smiled and nodded, “Okay.” How could I say no?

Kristen shifted around until she was sitting on my lap, and then my baby girl took my nipple into her mouth. It felt so wonderful it made me gasp, but I tried to keep myself calm enough that I could go on with the story.

“As my mother fucked herself right in front of me, I was becoming so excited that I just had to touch myself too. I started rubbing my clit, and I wondered for a moment if she would mind if I made myself come. I thought it would be really nice if we came at the same time, but just as I was getting started, my mother cried out, ‘Cathy watch me!!!’ and she was climaxing. Now, you remember I said that my face was very close to her pussy, right?”

“Uh-huh,” answered Bethany, with a grin. She was rubbing her pussy now too, and she had moved over between Andrea’s legs so she could watch her sister play with herself.

“Well, when my mother climaxed, her knees suddenly came together really hard and before I knew it, I was trapped between her thighs, my mouth pressed right up against her hand that was fucking her cunt.”

“Mmmm, Mommy, that’s so hot.” Andie was moving her fingers faster over her clit. I saw Bethany lick her lips as she stared at her sister’s pussy.

“I don’t know if my mother realized what was going on. Probably not, because she was in the middle of an orgasm, and it was a big one. But there I was, an eleven-year-old girl, my face caught between my mother’s legs, my mouth almost inside her pussy! Her climax went on for a long time, it seemed to me, and I could smell her very powerfully, I could even taste her juices on my lips. I still had a hand between my own legs, but I was so surprised by what had happened that I wasn’t really rubbing myself any more.

“Finally, she started to calm down, her thighs relaxed, and I was able to pull my face out. You know, it’s funny. Now I sometimes wish I had not moved away then, that I had stayed where I was and just started licking her pussy. I would be doing that soon enough, anyhow, of course, but I might have begun even earlier. At the time, though, I was so startled that it never occurred to me. Still, it was an amazing experience. Just a few months earlier, I had been an almost totally innocent girl, never having seen pornography, never having tried masturbation — and now look where I was!”

“With your mouth on your Mommy’s pussy,” Andie breathed.

I looked at down at her. She was lying next to me, masturbating, one pretty hand massaging her clit, the other circling her vagina, a slender white finger teasing at the opening. Bethany was masturbating too, laying with her head on Andrea’s thigh, looking closely at what her younger sister was doing. Meanwhile, Kristen was still on my lap, contentedly sucking at my nipples. What a lucky mom I was!

I went on with my story. “My mother, who had been lying down as she masturbated, now sat up slowly and looked at me. She pulled some loose strands of hair away from her face, which was shiny with sweat. ‘Wow,’ she said to me, taking a deep breath, ‘that was — that was intense. Are you all right, honey? I hope I didn’t frighten you.’ ‘No, I, I’m fine. It was… I liked watching you, Mommy.’ ‘I’m glad, sweetie, because I liked having you watch me too. It was exciting. This is, you know, this is what I was talking about when I said I wanted us to be closer, to share things with each other… you might even say to share ourselves with each other. Do you understand?’ ‘I think so,’ I answered. I hesitated a moment and then asked, ‘Mommy, could I, could I do it for you now?’ My mother put a hand on my cheek, smiling at me. I realized immediately that this was the same hand she’d been fucking herself with, the fingers that had been plunging in and out of her vagina.”

“Oh god yes…” Andie whispered. Her eyes were on Bethany, who was now gently kissing and licking the tender skin on the inside of her sister’s thigh. I felt a surge of excitement, creamy liquid warmth gathering inside my center, as I envisioned my beautiful young daughters having sex. Andrea moved her legs further apart, offering herself to Bethany. With her fingers, she spread her labia, tempting her older sister with her hot wet sex.

“My mother’s fingers, still damp with her juices, caressed my cheek. ‘Could you do what, darling girl?’ she asked. Without waiting for an answer, she brought her lips to mine and kissed me. At that moment I knew that when she talked about being close, about sharing ourselves with each other, what she meant was that we would do the things I’d seen in the pictures in the magazines — girls touching and kissing and licking each other. My heart was beating fast as my mother softly kissed me. I felt her tongue teasing at my lips. Was I really ready to have lesbian sex with my own mother? Was this what I wanted? Yes, it was!”

Bethany’s mouth continued its slow progress up the inside of her sister’s thigh, gently licking and kissing, gradually moving higher. Now she was reaching the apex, where Andrea’s sex was waiting, her pink labia spread wide by the girl’s fingers. Andrea panted in anticipation of feeling Bethany’s hot tongue inside her.

“My mother ended the long, lovely kiss, drawing her mouth away from mine, but then she moved her fingers from my cheek to my lips. Breathing heavily, she caressed my lips with her wet fingers and then slipped them into my mouth, onto my tongue. I closed my lips around her fingers and tasted her juices.”

“Lick me, “Andrea begged. “Please, Bethany, lick me.”

Her sister was playfully teasing her, kissing only her fingers, not her pussy, inhaling her scent and softly blowing her breath into the girl’s wet hole, but withholding her tongue. This was obviously driving Andie crazy with lust and desire.

“I sucked on my mother’s fingers, her two fingers that had been inside her pussy as I’d watched her fucking herself. The fingers that she came on were in my mouth.”

Andrea tore her eyes away from Bethany’s teasing mouth long enough to glance up at me.

“Mommy,” she panted, “Mommy, did you — did it make you want to lick your mother? Did you want to eat her pussy?”

I nodded. “Yes, baby, I did. As I tasted her on my tongue, and as I remembered the steamy excitement of having my face pressed up so close to my mother’s hot wet cunt a few minutes earlier, there was nothing I wanted more right then than to lick her and make her come in my mouth.”

“Mommy, I want you. I want your pussy.” Andie was clutching at me now, grabbing for my thighs, trying to make me move around so she could lick my cunt.

I patted Kristen on the shoulder. “Little baby, why don’t you go down and kiss Bethany’s pretty pussy now, okay? I’m sure she’d like that very much.”

Releasing my nipple from her mouth, my ten-year-old daughter turned to look at my thirteen-year-old daughter. Bethany smiled and nodded up at us, lowering a hand between her legs to caress herself, inviting her little sister to come and enjoy her.

As Kristen slid off my lap, I got up onto my knees, positioning my crotch over Andrea’s face. But I continued telling my story.

“Just before the kiss, when I’d asked my mother, ‘Could I do it for you now?’ what I’d meant was could I masturbate for her while she watched. But now I wanted something else even more. I wanted to lick my mother’s pussy, to do that for her. I didn’t really know how, I’d never done it before, of course, but I was ready to try.”

And as I said this, I reached down to spread my pussy lips apart and then lowered my throbbing, dripping sex onto my twelve-year-old daughter’s mouth.

Continue on to Chapter 4

By Naughty Mommy

Sitting close together on our family room sofa, my three young daughters listened intently as I told them the story about my mother and me.

“Not very long after that, one afternoon I was in her room after school, lying on my mother’s bed, touching myself. She wasn’t home yet, of course, and I wasn’t expecting her for at least another hour.

“I remember it so well. It was late February, still winter, and it was snowing outside. It had started around noon and by the time I got home from school, there were several inches of snow on the ground. But inside our house it was nice and warm, and I had all those wonderful magazines to look at, so I was quite content.

“On this particular day, I was especially aroused by one girl and her pictures. She was in a couple of the magazines, one of them by herself, masturbating, and a second where she was with another young girl, and they were kissing and making love.

“This girl that I was so excited about was a brunette, small and cute, with thin legs, almost no breasts, big brown eyes, and a beautiful smile. Her partner in the lesbian photos was a blonde, like me. She had blue eyes, like I do, and she was a little taller than the other girl, but she still looked very young, maybe only fifteen or sixteen.

“In most of the shots with the two girls together, it looked like the blonde was sort of taking charge. She was usually on top of the cute little brunette, either kissing her, or sucking on her nipples, or sitting on her face…”

My daughters all three sighed and stirred, almost in chorus, obviously excited by the descriptions I was giving.

“And so I was spending that afternoon imagining that it was me in the magazine with the adorable brunette. That I was kissing her, and touching her, and laying on top of her, that our two naked bodies were sliding together…

“And as I was fantasizing about making love to this girl, I decided to put the two magazines down on the floor, next to the bed, open to the pages I liked best, and then I took off all my clothes. I already had my panties off, and my shoes, of course, and my shirt was open — I wasn’t wearing a bra, because I hardly needed one yet — ”

“What grade were you in?” asked Andrea.

“I was in fifth grade.”

She nodded and smiled.

“So I took off my my shirt and my little pleated skirt, and then I was naked, except for my socks. And I laid on the bed, on my stomach, looking down at the exciting magazines on the floor. I pretended I was laying on top of the little brunette, the way the blonde was in the pictures, and I pretended I was kissing her pretty mouth, and as I put my hands down between my legs and started rubbing myself, I pretended it was her fingers that I was feeling there.

“I looked at the pictures and rubbed my pussy and looked at her mouth and imagined I was kissing her and she was touching me and I was getting very excited and then—

“Suddenly I heard a voice behind me. It said, ‘Cathy… what… what are…?!’ And it was my mother!

“I was startled and embarrassed and terribly afraid I would be in big trouble. I realized that when she came through her open bedroom door, unexpected, what she would have seen was her eleven-year-old daughter naked on the bed, her legs spread apart and both hands rubbing her pussy. That’s the way I was laying, facing away from the door.

“I turned around quickly, grabbing my shirt and trying to cover myself, instantly bursting into tears. ‘Mommy, I’m sorry!’ I wailed.”

“You started crying?” asked Kristen.

“Yes, sweetie, I did,” I answered softly. I was aware that this part of the story always seemed to upset her, even though she had heard it many times. “I knew, of course, sugar, that my mommy had always been very, very kind to me, and that she had never hurt me. But then, I’d never been caught doing what I was doing, so I wasn’t sure what to expect.”

“Your mother was nice about it, though,” said Andrea, reassuring her little sister.

“She sure was, honey. She came over to the bed and sat down and took me in her arms. I suppose she must have been startled at first — possibly even angry that I was in her bedroom, looking at her private magazines — but anyway, she came to me and held me close and told me to stop crying. She said that everything was all right, that she could never be mad at me because she loved me so very much. My mother stroked my bare back, and kissed the top of my head, and pulled me onto her lap. Soon she was kissing my cheeks and wiping away my tears, and she hugged me to her, squeezing me tight, and as I cuddled in close to her, I started to feel safe again. Warm and safe and happy.”

“I like that part,” murmured Bethany.

“Yes, it’s nice. She was so good to me.” I smiled to myself, inwardly glowing with the memories of my wonderful, caring mother. “We sat that way for a long time, me curled up on her lap, still naked, and her rocking me gently, rubbing my back, telling me how much she loved me, and sometimes giving me little kisses.

“Finally my mother said, ‘So I guess you found my little collection of magazines, huh?’ I just nodded my head and didn’t say anything. ‘Well, I’m glad you did,’ she continued. ‘Because now we have a chance to talk about it.’

“She held me some more and gently rocked me, until I said, ‘So you’re not mad at me?’ ‘No, of course not,’ she answered. ‘There’s nothing wrong at all with what you were doing. Oh, I suppose you were snooping a little bit, but every child does that. And being curious about sexual things is perfectly normal for a girl your age. I think I started to masturbate when I was, well, maybe a little older than you, but it’s a very healthy and normal thing for a girl to do.’

“I wrapped my arms around my mother and hugged her tightly. I was aware of being naked, but I felt safe and secure with her, just as I always had. Her body was warm and she smelled nice.

“After another minute of hugging, she put her hands on my bare shoulders and held me at arms’ length. ‘And look,’ she said, ‘I’m truly sorry that I surprised you that way. I didn’t mean to sneak up on you or anything. They let us out of work early today because of the snow. But you have a right to privacy, and you can masturbate whenever you want, within reason of course (I smiled when she said that), and you can feel free to look at my magazines as much as you want. You can even take some of them with you into your room.’

“She looked down at my breasts. I got kind of shy then and pulled up my hands to cover them. ‘Sweetie,’ she said, ‘I can see that you’re not a little girl any more. You’re turning into a woman. And it’s only natural that you’re going to have the feelings of a woman.’

“‘You know, Cathy,’ said my mother, as she stroked my blonde hair, ‘some women — a lot of women, in fact — like to look at pictures of other women. Pictures like those, I mean’ (she nodded toward the magazines on the floor) ‘because they find them sexually exciting. I do. And it looks like you do too.’

“I lowered my head because it embarrassed me. She put her finger under my chin, and lifted it up so I would look at her. ‘It’s okay, honey. I don’t mind. It’s normal. And any time you want to talk about anything — about what you’re feeling, or what you’ve seen in the pictures, whatever it is — you just come and ask me, and we’ll talk. Okay?’”

“I nodded and she gave me a quick kiss on the lips. ‘That’s my girl,’ she said. ‘Now, do you have some favorites that you’ve found?’ She leaned over and scooped up the two magazines that were open on the floor. ‘You like these?’

“I was getting shy again, and I’m sure I blushed, but I nodded and said, ‘Uh-huh.’ ‘Then you can have them,’ she said ‘Are there any others you want to take with you?’ I wasn’t sure what to say. I liked just about all of them. I finally answered, ‘Um, I don’t know.’

“‘That’s all right,’ she said, ‘we won’t worry about it now. But, like I told you, any time you want to talk about anything, no matter what it is, you just ask me. And feel free to take any of these magazines that you want to into your room. Let’s just say they belong to both of us now, and we can share them, okay?’

“‘Okay,’ I smiled at her. ‘But there’s just one thing,’ she added. ‘It’s not a very good idea for you to tell anyone else about this. I mean, that I’m letting you look at these kinds of magazines. I think it’s perfectly fine, that it’s good for your education, but some people might not feel the same way, so it’s best if we just decide that it’s nobody’s business but ours. Okay?’ I nodded my agreement.

“Now,’ she continued, ‘why don’t you go put some clothes on and then we can order a pizza, any kind you like, and we can eat it in the living room while we watch TV. How does that sound?’ ‘Great!’ I replied. My mother wasn’t strict or anything, but she preferred doing some things in a certain way, like cooking our own dinner, and eating at the table, and talking instead of watching television. But once in a while, for a treat, she would change the rules and make it a special night for us.

“Oh, and guess what,’ she said, ‘I brought home your favorite ice cream too, for dessert.’ ‘Mint chocolate chip?’ I asked. When she nodded yes, I threw my arms around her again, exclaiming, ‘I love you, Mommy, so much!’ ‘And I love you too, baby, very very much,’ she said, squeezing me tight. ‘Now go get dressed, and think about what kind of pizza you’d like.’ ‘Okay!’

“I grabbed my clothes and bounced off the bed, and then she called, ‘But wait, don’t forget these!’ and handed me the two magazines I’d been looking at while I was masturbating. I blushed again, but took them and went to my room.”

I looked at my three daughters. They had been quiet for a while, still listening, but not making any comments or asking questions. Kristen was nestled in on my left side, and Andrea was on my right. Bethany had shifted around to sit in the corner of the sofa, with her long slender legs laying across Andie’s lap.

“Do you want me to keep telling the story?”

“Yeah,” answered Bethany, “the next part is my favorite.”

“Mm-hm, me too,” agreed Andie.”

“But Mommy…” began Kristen.

“Yes, darling?”

“After the story’s done, will you, like, kiss me some more and stuff?”

My arm was already around her little shoulder, and I pulled her even closer to me. “Of course I will, baby girl! I’ll kiss you and lick you and touch you all over!”

Kristen squealed with delight, and I heard the other two add that they would eagerly join in on the fun. Glancing over, I saw that Andrea had slid her hand up very high on Bethany’s bare leg, and she was gently caressing the inside of her sister’s thigh, near her crotch, just below the hem of Bethany’s short-shorts.

“So, you like the next part, Bethany?” I asked quietly.

“Uh-huh,” she nodded, her eyes heavy-lidded with growing lust. I saw her hand slip under her t-shirt again, so she could fondle her erect nipples.

“Okay, then I’ll go on.”

But it wasn’t easy for me to stay focused and continue. In some ways, my daughters each have more sexual self-discipline than I do. At that moment, I wanted nothing more than to give in to my raging desires for them. It was only due to their insistence that I went on telling the story.

“That night after we’d finished enjoying our pizza and our ice cream and watched TV together for a couple of hours, my mother said it was time for bed. I went to my room as usual, changed into my jammies, brushed my teeth, and climbed into bed. I was trying to decide whether I wanted to read a couple of chapters in the new mystery novel I’d begun the night before, or if I just wanted to turn out the light and start playing with myself in the dark, or maybe if I wanted to open up the magazines my mother had given me and look at them in bed while I touched myself, which would be a new thing. I was leaning toward that third option when there was a soft knock on my bedroom door.

“My mother put her head inside and asked, ‘Asleep yet?’ I answered, ‘No, um, but pretty soon.’ I was really glad I had not yet taken out the pornographic magazines, which were in the top drawer of the little table next to my bed, because even though my mom had given me permission to use them and to masturbate, it still would have been pretty embarrassing to have my mother find me like that again on the very same day!

“She came into the room and sat down on my bed. She was wearing a short silk robe that tied at the waist. When she sat, the robe fell open at the top and I could see that she wasn’t wearing a bra. She’d apparently just taken a bath, because she smelled clean and fresh and her smooth legs had a healthy shine from having lotion applied to them.

“‘I wanted to talk to you for a minute,’ she said, ‘just to tell you again that I’m sorry I surprised you and upset you earlier today. I owe you an apology for that.’ I rolled my eyes. ‘Mommy, if I hadn’t been sneaking into your room in the first place, you wouldn’t of caught me there, so it’s my fault.’ She smiled and patted my leg. ‘Anyway, now it’s all out in the open for both of us. You know about the sort of things I like to look at, and I know that you know about it. And now I’ve learned that you’re old enough to be interested in some of the same kinds of things I am, so…’ I looked down then, blushing. ‘Sweetie, what is it?’ my mother asked.

“‘I don’t know,’ I began, ‘it’s just, you know, sort of weird to be talking with my mom about this stuff. I mean, it’s not that I don’t like talking with you about all kinds of things, and you’re always so cool about, well, everything. It’s just, you know, weird.’

“She patted my leg again. I liked the way her hand felt nice and warm on my thigh, even through the covers. ‘I know, honey, it must seem kind of strange. But I think we’ll get used to it. I’d like to, um, to be able to share with each other how we feel about certain things. Like about, well, maybe about what sort of… pictures and ideas excite each of us. You know, just to be able to talk about these things, woman to woman — or woman to girl — without being too embarrassed about it.’

“That made me smile. ‘Really?’ I asked. ‘I mean, I can really talk with you about any of that stuff? Like, I mean, you know, the girls in the magazines, and what they’re, um, what they’re doing with each other and everything?’

“‘Yes, honey, really, I mean it,’ she insisted. ‘I want to be able to talk with you about all of that. It’s like… well, you’re my daughter, of course, but in a lot of ways you’re also my closest friend. I mean, who else do I see more often than you? Who knows me better than you do? I want us to be… to be very, very close. Okay?’ I nodded, and she leaned over and kissed me gently on the lips.

“‘All right, so you go to bed now, and I’ll see you in the morning.’ She started to leave, but I sat up straight, taking her by the wrist, and said, ‘Mommy, I — can I ask you something?’ She sat back down again. ‘Of course, honey, anything.’ ‘Well, I,’ I started, ‘I was wondering, if, I mean, well, you know…..’”

“She chuckled, ‘No, honey, I don’t know. What is it? Just say it.’ I’d surprised myself by stopping her and beginning to ask something I hadn’t even realized I was planning to ask. ‘Okay, well,’ I tried again, ‘um, when you, like, masturbate?’ ‘Yes?’ she prompted. ‘Do you,’ I went on, ‘do you ever look at those magazines while you’re doing it?’ She nodded. ‘Of course I do. That’s why I have them. Not every time, though. Sometimes I’ll just close my eyes in the dark and think about a particular fantasy while I’m, uh, stimulating myself.’

“I went on, ‘But, what I mean is, those magazines are all about girls, or women, and without any men in them. You know?’ She nodded again, waiting for me, so I said, ‘Are, well, um, does that mean that — that you, and um, I guess, that I, that we’re, you know, like, lesbians?’

“My mother looked down for a moment, apparently trying to decide how to answer. Then, as she looked up again, she leaned in toward me, very close, and I slid down onto my back. She was kind of half laying on top of me, and she put an arm around my shoulders. Her face was very close to mine. ‘Honey, it’s not really that simple. Some women and girls, the ones that I suppose most people would call lesbians, have no interest at all in thinking about men, or fantasizing about them, or dating them, or falling in love with them, or having sex with them. They are only interested in other women, or girls.

“‘But there are a lot of other women, more, I’m sure, who might still think of themselves as heterosexual — that is, they’re married or have a boyfriend or they always date men, and so on — but still they get excited by fantasizing about other girls, by looking at them, or looking at pictures of them, or by imagining when they masturbate that they’re having sex with them, even though maybe they would never do that in real life. Almost all women, in my experience, are at least a little bit interested in other women. It’s really common, I think. Just about all of us probably are bisexual in that way, meaning they can get excited by the idea of being with another woman, or just seeing another woman naked, or seeing pictures of her masturbating, like in our magazines.’

“She stopped then, and after a moment, I asked, ‘But, um, so what are you?’ My mother gave a soft laugh, kissed me quickly on the mouth, and then gently rubbed the tip of her finger over my lips as she answered. ‘Well, as you know, sweetie, I never go out with men. I rarely go out with anyone, in fact. But, the truth is that I have, once in a while, had a few dates with women, although I’ve never really had a relationship with any of them, just, well, sex occasionally. And when I masturbate, which is pretty often, by the way, all my fantasies are about women or girls. Never men. So, I think, by that definition, you’d have to call me a lesbian.’

“‘Oh,’ I said. ‘Does that bother you,’ she asked, ‘knowing that your mother is a lesbian?’ ‘No,’ I answered honestly, ‘it doesn’t. But, um, if you’re a lesbian, does that make me a lesbian too?’ She chuckled one more time, and kissed me again. I liked how she was kissing me so much. ‘It’s probably too early to know about you yet, sweetheart. The fact that you’re interested in looking at those kinds of pictures, and masturbating while you look at them, that only means that you have a normal, healthy sex drive for a girl your age. It doesn’t necessarily mean you’re a lesbian. You might be, of course, but we’ll just have to wait a few more years to see if you start getting more of an interest in boys. And meanwhile, if you get excited by looking at the pictures in those magazines, and if you like thinking about the girls, or imagining, well, whatever you want to imagine about them, that’s perfectly fine. Just enjoy yourself and don’t worry too much about trying to figure it out. Have fun, and I promise you, everything will work itself out. Okay?’

“‘Okay.’ I smiled and started to pull my arms out from under the covers to give my mother a hug, but they kind of got tangled up in the sheets, and then in her robe, and I ended up accidentally putting my hand right on her breast when I tried to reach under her arm. ‘Oops!’ I giggled, and she said, ‘Oh, so I guess you are a lesbian!’ We had a good laugh about that. I managed to get my arms around her finally and we shared a hug, then she kissed me once more, twice more, on the lips, before saying goodnight and leaving the room.

“I lay there for a while, just thinking about our conversation, and about how nice it was to be so close to her, and how much I liked it when she kissed me. After a long time of lying there and thinking, I decided it was time to go to sleep, but I wanted to masturbate first. I got out both of the magazines and I looked at them for a few minutes, but then I turned out the light and closed my eyes and started trying to fantasize… and then I began to wonder if my mother was, perhaps, doing the exact same thing at the same time I was. Was she lying in her bed, thinking about sexy stuff? Was she looking at the pictures in one of those magazines, some of the very pictures I had looked at myself? Was she touching herself? Was she naked?

“I got so curious about all these things that I had to find out. She’d kept telling me again and again that I could ask her about anything, whatever I was curious about, so now I would. I put on my slippers and went to her bedroom door. I listened for a moment outside, but I couldn’t hear anything. Maybe she was already asleep. But I had to be sure. I knocked softly and then turned the knob, opening the door slightly.

“I looked inside her room, but it was dark and still. ‘Mommy?’ I asked. ‘Yes, honey?’ Her voice was strained, as if she was breathing hard. ‘Um, Mommy?’ ‘Yes, baby, what is it?’ ‘Well, I wanted to know if, if you were gonna masturbate tonight.’

“She didn’t answer right away. I listened for her voice, and I thought I could hear quiet movements. Then she said, ‘Yes, I am, sweetie. In fact, that’s what I’m doing right now.’ ‘Really??’ I was kind of surprised that she would admit it. ‘Right now??’ Again there was silence for a few moments, except for a gentle rustling, maybe a rhythmic movement of hand on skin. ‘Yes, honey, right now. That’s what I’m doing.’

“I felt my heart pounding. I had no idea that I would find all of this so exciting. Until that day I had never even known that my mother masturbated, although I suppose at some level I assumed that she did, but when I was right there in the room with her while she was doing it — it was thrilling! ‘Mommy?’ ‘Yes… what is it?’ ‘Um, can I, can I get in bed with you? And could we, like, do it together?’

“Then it really was quiet. Totally silent. Whatever rustling I thought I’d heard stopped completely. Finally my mother said, ‘Do it — together? You mean, masturbate together?’ ‘Yeah, can we? Is that okay? I mean, you said I should ask for anything, right?’ She laughed, a lot. ‘Yes, honey, that is what I said. But, are you really sure that’s what you want?’

“I took a step in the dark toward her bed. ‘Yeah, it is what I want. I think it would be really fun. And if, like, if I could watch you and you could tell me what you were doing, then, you know, I could learn some more. Like you said before, it would be an education for me.’ She was quiet for a moment. Then she said, ‘Watch? You mean, we should turn on the light so you can see what I’m doing?’ ‘Uh-huh. Is that okay? You’re not mad at me, are you?’

“‘No, no, honey, of course I’m not.’ The lamp by her bed came on. My mother was sitting up, with the sheet held in front of her chest, hiding her breasts. ‘I’m not mad at you, sweetie.’ She patted the bed next to her. ‘Come on up here and let’s talk about it.’ I left my slippers behind and climbed into her bed.

“After I got settled in, she asked, ‘So, uh, what made you decide to ask that?’ ‘Ask what?’ ‘You know, ask if we can masturbate together.’ ‘Well,’ I told her, ‘I was in my room, and I was starting to, you know, touch myself, and then I started wondering if you were doing it too, and then I thought how great it would be if we could do it together. You know?’

“She looked at me, smiling and shaking her head. ‘Wow, you are some amazing little girl. How did I get so lucky to have you as my daughter?’”

“How did we get so lucky to have you for a mother?” It was Bethany. By this time, she had her t-shirt pulled up to just below her chin, fully exposing her lovely small breasts, and she was casually fondling them. Andrea was watching Bethany, and she had her pale legs spread apart, her denim skirt hiked up, and her own hand between her legs.

I smiled and looked at them both for a moment, before answering. “Thank you, darling, that is so sweet of you. I love you.” I blew her a kiss.

“What happened next, Mommy?” asked Kristen.

“Well, little girl, what happened next was, I told my mother that I really wanted to masturbate with her, and I told her how much I wanted to watch her do it, so I could see what she did. She thought about all this for a little while, and asked me some more questions, but finally she agreed.

“My mother lowered the sheet, exposing her beautiful, creamy-white breasts. I stared at her pink nipples, thinking that she was just as pretty, if not prettier, than any of the girls I’d seen in the magazines. ‘I like looking at you, Mommy,’ I said. ‘Do you, little one?’ She held her breasts in her hands. ‘Do you think your mother has pretty breasts?’ ‘Oh, yes!’ I told her. ‘I love them.’ She put out her hand and touched my cheek. ‘What a nice girl you are.’”

“I like your titties, too, Mommy,” said Kristen, as she reached up to feel my breasts through my top. I wasn’t wearing a bra, and my nipples immediately sprung to attention when my youngest daughter touched them.

“Ooh, I like having you play with my titties, sugar puss, touching them and kissing them and sucking my nipples.”

“Can I suck your nipples now, Mommy?” Kristen had both hands on my chest, kneading my breasts. She knew very well how this drove me crazy with lust.

“Mmm, you want to suck your mother’s nipples, baby?” I licked my lips, anticipating how wonderful it would feel to have her sweet mouth on my breasts. Glancing over at Andie and Bethany, I said, “Girls, is it all right if we take just, you know, a short break from the story?”

Andrea immediately answered, “I want to suck your nipples too!”

I was short of breath as I imagined two of my daughters sucking my tits at the same time. I looked at Bethany, but she didn’t say a word, just pinched her stiff nipples between her fingers and slowly nodded her head.

“Let me just, take off my top.” I reached behind my neck to undo the buttons.

“I’ll help you,” offered Andie, who got up on her knees, opened the two buttons on the back of my blouse, and assisted me in lifting the top over my head and off.

My breasts are not large, but they are still nicely rounded. My skin is white, where I’m not tanned, with a few light freckles. My nipples are brown, and very long. At the moment, they were fully erect, begging to be sucked.

Kristen couldn’t wait. She instantly latched onto the breast on her side, holding it in both her little hands and nursing as if she was a baby. “Oh!” I cried out. It felt heavenly. I gazed lovingly at her and stroked her shiny blonde hair.

Then I turned to look at Andrea, who was taking a different approach. With her eyes locked on mine, she extended her tongue and lapped at the very end of my straining nipple. I swooned.

When my middle daughter finally stopped teasing me with her tongue and closed her mouth over my nipple to begin sucking in earnest, I slumped back on the sofa and fell into an erotic dream state, as in a trance, nearly overcome with incestuous lesbian satisfaction…..

I was only awakened from that delicious place when I felt a pair of hands sliding over my bare legs and up to my waist. Someone was tugging at my panties, trying to remove them. I raised my hips to allow my underwear to be pulled down and off. My pussy was now exposed.

Forcing my eyes open, I looked down to see Bethany’s beautiful face between my legs. Licking her lips, my thirteen-year-old daughter smiled warmly at me as she gently eased my thighs apart and then lowered her mouth to my sex.

This was the ultimate for me. As a woman who loves other women, and as one who especially loves young girls — and as one who is most highly aroused by the idea of sexual relations between female family members — this was the fulfillment of all I had ever wanted. To have my own three girls erotically pleasuring me was a forbidden dream come true.

This wasn’t our first time, of course. I’m sure it is clear by now that I’ve been sexually active with my daughters for several years. With Bethany it began when she was nine, with Andrea two years later when she was ten, and with Kristen on the day she turned eight, a little more than two years before this.

Every time I tell them the story about my own wonderful mother and how she allowed me the freedom to explore my sexuality, I become very excited and my girls do too. Something about it always leads us to start touching and kissing and licking each other. That’s why I’m happy to repeat the story as often as they like!

With Kristen sucking one breast and Andrea the other, and with Bethany licking my pussy and beginning to finger-fuck me, I knew my first orgasm would come very quickly. And it did.

As I felt myself starting to come, I reached down and grabbed Bethany’s head in my hands, forcing her face against my cunt. I climaxed loudly, screaming with pleasure, feeling her fingers thrusting deeper and harder inside me, making me come again and again.

Finally it was over. I relaxed and let her go. She sat back on her knees, smiling up at me, her lovely face covered with my juices.

“Oh my god that was amazing,” I panted. “Thank you so much, my darling. All three of you.”

I looked at Andrea and Kristen and pulled them both to me, kissing them each on the lips, slipping my tongue into first one girl’s mouth and then the other’s. We kissed that way for several minutes, back and forth, then I watched as my young daughters sensually kissed each other. When Bethany joined us, she brought her lips to mine and as we kissed I tasted my own cunt in my child’s mouth.

I love my darling girls so much! I have the happiest and most fulfilling life that any woman could ever desire.

Continue on to Chapter 3

By Naughty Mommy

“Mommy, tell us the story about you ‘n your Mommy again, okay? Please?” It was my ten-year-old daughter, Kristen.

“Yes, Mommy, please? We love that story!” That was Andrea, my twelve-year-old.

I looked over at my other daughter, Bethany, the oldest at thirteen. She nodded in agreement with her sisters, her pretty blue eyes shining.

“Oh, my dear girls, you sure do seem to enjoy hearing about that.”

It was a Friday night. We had just finished our dinner, and after cleaning up the kitchen together, we’d gone into the family room to decide whether to watch TV, play a game, or find some other entertainment.

I’d no sooner sat down than Kristen jumped into my lap, flinging her thin arms around my neck. “Yes, Mommy, we love that story — please, tell it to us again!” She rained kisses on my cheeks and my lips.

How could I possibly refuse?

“Okay, little babies, I will then. Sit down with me here on the sofa and let’s all get comfortable.”

They arranged themselves around me. Kristen slid off my lap and nestled in beside me. She is still just a little girl, with a flat chest and narrow hips — though she has the eagerness to learn, about certain things, of someone several years older than herself. I put my arm around her and kissed the top of her head.

Andrea snuggled up on my other side. Unlike her sisters, who are blondes, she has red hair, quite curly, and lots of freckles. Her eyes are green while theirs are blue, as are mine. Andrea also is developing faster physically than either of the other girls. At only twelve years old, her breasts already have achieved a pleasing roundness.

Bethany sat next to Andrea and rested an arm on her shoulder. My firstborn is growing up so fast! She is an inch taller than me now, 5’6” to my 5’5”, but very slender, with long, smooth, elegant legs.

I’m thirty-five years old, a natural blonde with fair skin and a light coating of freckles. Being careful to eat properly, and getting plenty of exercise, I still have a nice figure, even though I’ve given birth to three children. Men look at me quite often — as do some women — but I never go out on dates, because I’m perfectly happy with what I have in my life.

Although my daughters have heard this story dozens of times, they never seem to tire of it. So, I began…

“When I was a little girl, I thought my mother was the prettiest and sweetest person in the world.”

“Just like we think you are, Mommy!” interrupted Andrea, as she squeezed my arm.

“Oh, thank you, darling,” I smiled, leaning over to give her a quick kiss on the lips. The other girls giggled.

“Anyway, I loved my mother very much and wanted to be just like her if I could. Sometimes I would go into her bedroom closet and try on some of her clothes, because it made me feel, well, happy. I loved her pretty dresses and her fancy underwear. I loved looking at them, and touching them, and feeling them against my own skin.

“More than a few times when I was young, my mother found me in her closet, naked and surrounded by her lovely clothes, with maybe a lacy black bra around my shoulders, or sometimes wearing one of her sheer nighties.

“She would always laugh at this, picking me up and giving me a big hug. She was never angry about it. Sometimes my mother would ask me then if I wanted to play ‘dress-up’ with her, and she would take off all her clothes, letting me choose the ones I wanted to see on her.”

“Like you do with us sometimes,” said Kristen.

“That’s right, honey. Just like we do.”

“Did you like seeing your mother naked?” asked Bethany.

“Yes, I did, sweetie. I thought she looked very beautiful,” I answered, recalling in my mind the image of my gorgeous young mother.

“As you girls know, I never met my father, never even knew who he was. Just the same as with you. My whole life was my darling mother. She was tall, a little taller than I am now, with long beautiful legs and full, round breasts. Her hair was red, like yours is, Andie, but longer and straighter, falling almost to her waist. Her milky white skin was covered with freckles. My mother’s soft lips were naturally pink, the same color as her nipples, and her eyes were a delicate shade of light blue-green.

“She was only seventeen when I was born, and so she really was a young woman as I was growing up. It was when I was eleven, and she was twenty-eight, that the story actually begins.

“As I got older, I would go to her room and try on her things a little less often, perhaps because my mother was now letting me get some sexy clothes of my own, cute little undies and short skirts and see-through nighties, things like that.

“But I’d still go in there sometimes, just to see if she had anything new that I hadn’t found yet. And on this one special day…”

I paused for a moment and looked at each of my daughters in turn, judging their interest in having me continue with the long story. It was perfectly obvious, I was pleased to see, that they were all very excited about hearing the rest of it.

“On this one special day, when I was eleven years old, I went into her bedroom… for some reason, though, instead of going to the closet, I stopped and decided to look inside a little cabinet that was beside her bed. There was nothing very interesting in the top drawer, just a couple of hankies, a few pens, a writing pad, a bottle of eye drops.

“When I opened the cabinet doors, however, I got a surprise. It was filled with a big stack of glossy magazines — and do you know what kind of magazines they were?”

“Lesbian magazines!”

“Yes, Kristen, you’re right. They were lesbian magazines.” I winked at her.

“On the cover of the one on top was a picture of two beautiful young girls lying on a bed, and they were both naked, and they were holding each other and kissing. I was amazed. I had never seen anything like that in my life.

“This was after school one day, and my mother was still at work, so I was alone in the house. I took the top magazine out of the cabinet, sat down on the floor, and opened it up. Inside were many more pictures like the one on the cover. Sexy, pretty girls, all of them naked or nearly naked, most of them looking like they were teenagers or maybe in their early twenties, and they were all so exciting for me to look at.

“Remember, all my life I had loved looking at my mother’s body, but she was the only woman I had ever seen without her clothes on. Now, for the first time, I had a whole bunch of naked women, or girls, to look at. And not only were they all beautiful, but it was the things they were doing with each other that almost made my eyes pop out!”

“What kind of things, Mommy?” asked Andrea, with a naughty little smile.

Of course she already knew, because I’ve told my girls this story many times. But they always love hearing me describe what I saw that day.

“Well, as I said, some of them were kissing. But some of them were also touching each other.”

I looked down at Andie. She was wearing a sleeveless top with a floral pattern and a white eyelet collar. I reached over and started opening the buttons. Soon I could see that she was not wearing a bra.

“They were touching each other. Like, they were holding their tits.” I slipped my hand inside her top, cupping her little round breast.

Andrea moaned and arched her breast toward my hand. Bethany leaned in close, to see what I was doing with her sister.

“And in some of the pictures, the girls were playing with each other’s nipples, making them hard.”

I pinched my daughter’s nipple, making her flinch slightly, then moved my hand to her other breast, pulling her top away so the other girls could see everything.

“They were touching each other’s breasts and nipples, and some of them were even kissing or licking or sucking on them.”

As I said this, I saw Bethany slide her hand up inside her t-shirt, to fondle her own nipples.

“What else, Mommy?” asked Kristen.

“Well, sweetie, as I turned the pages of that magazine, I discovered that these girls and women also seemed to enjoy kissing and licking the naked girls down here, between their legs.”

I parted my thighs and pulled my loose skirt up, showing them my light blue cotton panties. I gently rubbed my vulva for them.

“They touched each other and kissed each other down here, and some of them even put their fingers inside.”

“Like you do with us…” whispered Andie.

“Yes, my darling, just like I do with you, and like you do with each other.”

Kristen suddenly moved around to straddle my bare leg, her short dress pulled up so her panty-covered pussy was pressing against my thigh. She started rocking back and forth, a ten-year-old girl humping her mother’s leg.

I put my hand on her knee. “Whoa, now slow down, girls. If we go too fast, you won’t be able to hear the whole story. Is that what you want?”

Bethany pulled her hand out from under her shirt. “No, I like hearing the story, the whole thing. Please tell it to us?”

“Yeah, tell us more!” urged Andrea, as she re-buttoned her top.

Even Kristen reluctantly slid off my leg and then back to her position by my side.

I wanted to tease them. I kept my legs spread wide apart and rubbed my fingers over my pussy. “Are you sure? Because we can stop now and do something else if you want to.”

Kristen stared at my fingers as I caressed myself. I turned to Andrea. She was looking there, too, and licking her lips.

But Bethany insisted. “Mommy, no, not yet. We really do want to hear everything about you and your mom.”

“Yeah, we do,” nodded Andrea.

“Okay,” I said, putting my knees back together and pulling my skirt down a little. “I’m sorry for distracting you that way. It really was my fault for starting up with Andie. I’ll try to control myself and concentrate on telling the story.”

The girls giggled at my obviously fake contrition.

“So, that was the first day I discovered all those magazines in my mother’s bedside cabinet. I was eleven years old, and from then on, every chance I got, every time my mother was out of the house, I went into her room and looked at those wonderful pictures.

“But, as you know, it wasn’t right away that I started masturbating. I mean, it didn’t take very long actually, but it wasn’t the first day or anything.

“It was a couple of weeks later, when I got down toward the bottom of the pile of magazines. There were a lot of them for me to go through, several dozen, and some of the magazines had very young-looking naked girls in them — I really liked those — and some of them had pictures of older women making love with young girls, and some of them had three girls, or four girls, having sex together, or even big groups of girls, all having a lesbian orgy.

“There were so many amazing things for me to look at, and so I would rush home from school each day, and in the hour or so I had before my mother got home, I would sit on the floor in her room, slowly turning the pages of one magazine after another, carefully looking at the pictures on each page.

“But at the bottom of the pile, some of the magazines were a bit different. Instead of having two or more girls and women kissing and caressing each other, they just had individual girls taking off their clothes, looking at the camera, usually touching their own breasts and nipples, or rubbing themselves down here, between their legs” (I pointed to my pussy) “sometimes even putting their fingers inside. And that day, when I saw what those girls were doing, and how they were doing it, is when I began to masturbate.”

“When you were eleven?” asked ten-year-old Kristen.

“That’s right, baby, when I was eleven. I didn’t get started nearly as young as you girls did.”

That made them giggle again.

* * * * *

When I was eighteen years old, a senior in high school, my mother died. I entered college the next year on a full scholarship (I had a 4.0+ grade point average), and I put her life insurance money in savings so that after I graduated with degrees in both political science and philosophy, I could use that money to start having a family — without getting married. I traveled to an expensive clinic where they had the expertise, the equipment, and the sperm donor base that would help me get what I wanted.

I chose a donor whose mother (the clinic had photos not only of each donor, but of the donor’s parents) was a beautiful shapely redhead, like my mother, and whose father was a handsome, brilliant, blue-eyed blonde. The donor himself was tall, slim, good-looking, well-educated, artistically talented, and very successful. I certainly would not have been interested in dating him, but I wanted to have his children. What sealed the deal for me was that he was gay and his two sisters were lesbians. Plus, the clinic had plenty of his sperm in storage, so I could have as many children from him as I wanted. They also guaranteed that I would give birth only to girls, if that was my preference, which it was.

At age twenty-two, I was implanted with an embryo that grew to become Bethany. A year and a half after she was born, I had Andrea. During that time, I worked as a staff writer for a national magazine and I also pursued my Masters degree. By the time Kristen was born, when I was twenty-five, I was doing very well in my career.

I’ve worked hard to get where I am. Today, my non-fiction books, written under a pseudonym, are best sellers, and I have enough money that I can live off the interest on my investments. When the girls were little and I was still establishing myself as an influential thinker, I had to employ nannies or au pairs to help take care of them (replaced twice a year, to prevent my daughters from becoming too attached to any of them), but I always intended to be ready at a certain stage to spend much more time with them.

Now I am a full-time mom, working on my books and other writing from home while they are at school. This also has allowed me to, shall we say, give them a special kind of education in certain matters without being concerned that someone else might take notice or interfere.

* * * * *

“I remember when you taught me to masturbate, Mommy,” said Bethany, with a happy smile.

“And can you remember how old you were, sweetie?”

“Yeah, I was nine.”

“I was nine, too, when you taught me,” said Andrea.

Kristen grabbed my arm, “But I was only eight!”

“That’s right, honey,” I patted her hand. “I wanted to begin even younger with you, so that all four of us could start having fun together.”

My daughters beamed at me. Their happy faces, so eager and willing, filled me with joy.

“But now, let’s get back to the story, okay?”

They all nodded.

“As I said, when I saw the pictures in those magazines of the pretty girls touching themselves that way, it gave me the idea that I should try it for myself. So, on the days when I came home from school and my mother wasn’t there, I would go into her room and pull out the magazines and start looking at them — but now I concentrated on the ones that showed pictures of girls masturbating. Because even though I’d probably heard the word by then, I really didn’t know what it meant, and I certainly hadn’t ever had anyone tell me or show me how to do it like you girls did.”

“You showed us, Mommy,” said Andrea, as she snuggled in close to me.

“That’s right, honey, I did. And the reason I wanted to show you girls is because I never had anyone to show me. I had to learn how for myself, mostly from looking at the pictures in those magazines. I did learn though.

“It took me a few weeks of practicing, of sitting on the floor in my mother’s bedroom and touching my little breasts. They were very small then, much smaller than yours are, Andrea…”

She giggled, and the other girls smiled.

“…and I would take off my panties and spread my legs apart and try to rub myself the way it looked like the women in the magazines were doing it. I did that as often as I could while I was looking at the magazines, and then I did it some more when I was alone in my own bedroom, usually at night after the lights were out.”

“Did it work?” Bethany winked at me.

“Not at first. I mean, it felt okay, but it wasn’t until one night when I was in my bed and it was dark and I was touching myself that way, and I was trying to remember exactly how the girls in the magazines had done it… and then I had an idea, that I should pretend one of the girls was there with me, and she was showing me what to do.

“And then, when I turned on my side, and I imagined I was looking at a beautiful sexy young girl, not much older than me but more experienced, naked in my bed with me, showing me her body and showing me how she touched herself… when I pretended she was right there, and I could hear her voice, and I could see her pretty face, and I could feel the heat from her body, and I could smell her scent, and if I wanted to, I could reach out and touch her… then I began to have this new kind of feeling inside, a sort of heat that was radiating from exactly the spot where I was touching myself.”

I put my hand between my legs, over the top of my skirt, and pressed down on my clit, showing them the spot I meant. All three of my daughters put their own hands between their own legs, copying me.

“It felt so good, and so I pretended to tell the imaginary girl in my bed how nice it felt, and then she asked me to kiss her, and when I thought about kissing her and having her kiss me, it happened.”

“You had a orgasm!”

“That’s right, Kristen, I had my very first orgasm that night in my bed. Do you remember how old you were when you had your first orgasm?”

“Uh-huh. I was eight.”

“That’s right, baby. You had just turned eight years old, and I was showing you how you could touch yourself, and I rubbed you a little bit to show you how…”

“I like it when you rub my pussy, Mommy!”

I looked at her radiant smile and her shining blue eyes as she gazed up at me. I so adored that child! I leaned over and gave her a soft, warm kiss on the lips. She put her little hand behind my head and kissed me back, slipping her tongue into my mouth.

We kissed that way for a minute or so, until I felt myself getting very wet between my legs. Reluctantly, I drew my lips away from hers, and said, “And do you know what happened next, my darling daughters?”

“Uh-huh,” answered Andrea. “But tell us anyway!”

I patted my twelve-year-old on the knee. “Well, after that, I started masturbating every day, sometimes more than once a day, and almost always I was able to give myself wonderful orgasms. It was such an amazing time for me. I loved how each climax felt, and I loved learning what my body wanted, how I could play with my nipples, or draw my fingers up the inside of my bare thighs, how I could gently rub my pussy, slowly at first, then faster and faster until I was right on the edge — and then slow down for a minute or two before starting up again, until I had the most powerful, earth-shaking orgasms.

“And what I also learned was that if I kept rubbing myself after one climax was over, then sometimes I could have more than one. Some nights I would go on and on, making myself come again and again. You know how that works, don’t you — because I taught you!”

All three of my girls nodded.

“I counted one time,” boasted Bethany, “and I had ten orgasms, all in one night.”

“I remember that, ‘cuz you told me about it the next day,” said Andie. “And so I tried it too, but I couldn’t get as many. But then you started licking me, and I had a lot!”

The two girls giggled with each other and shared a short kiss… then they turned back to me, waiting to hear more of my story.

Continue on to Chapter 2

By Naughty Mommy

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Because most of the families would be starting home the next day, it was agreed that everyone would gather in the penthouse suite of the Playa de Mar for a Friday night farewell dinner.

Angela decided on another buffet, which would be less formal and more conducive to mingling. Two very attractive hotel employees in short skirts served drinks and then cleared away the dishes when people were done eating. At about 7:30, the young women wheeled the buffet tables into the elevator, leaving behind only a small cart filled with leftover desserts.

“All right, my friends,” Angela began, rubbing her hands together.

The chairs and sofas in the living area had been arranged into a loose circle. The tall blonde was standing in the middle, the other nineteen women and girls comfortably seated, smiling and looking up at her. Angela wore a striking purple silk dress, knee-length with a flared skirt and matching bolero jacket, along with high heels, of course.

“I’d like to start tonight by asking everyone to say a few words. Let’s each of us share our thoughts on where we are now, on what we may have learned during this past week, and perhaps on where we see ourselves going in the future — in terms of our sexual relationships, that is.”

“So, we’re just going to talk?” Sheila grinned. “That’s all?”

Chuckling, Angela replied, “No, I expect there might be more after that. I’m quite sure I would like to play around with as many of you as I can. But I’ve also found it can be a good idea to sort of sit back and assess things after having had so many unusual, even life-changing experiences in such a short time.”

“I agree with Angela,” said Bridget. “Remember, Shiel, when we had that talk at your house a few days ago? That really seemed to help, getting all our thoughts and feelings out in the open the way we did.”

“You’re right,” Sheila nodded. “I apologize for being so… overeager.”

“That’s all right, dear, no need to apologize.” Angela approached the buxom, auburn-haired woman, placing a hand under her chin, raising her face and kissing her mouth. Ending the kiss, the blonde said softly, “I admire your appetites. They excite me. Don’t ever change.”

“Don’t worry,” Sheila laughed, “not much chance of that. I’ve been this way all my life.”

“That’s for sure,” Bridget commented wryly. “Even when we were little girls, she was constantly playing with herself.”

After winking at Bridget, Angela settled into a seat at the end of a sofa, next to her daughter Bambi. On the other side of Bambi was Amanda, then Tina, Amanda’s mom.

“Let’s go around the circle,” said Angela, “that might be the simplest way. I’ll go first, and then everyone, in turn, just say whatever you feel like saying.”

Her guests nodded and smiled, evidently approving the plan.

“All right.” Angela took Bambi’s hand, holding tightly, then inhaled, taking a very deep breath, before gradually letting it out. She was feeling unusually emotional.

“I have to say… two things, I think. First, I want you to know that although my little girl and I have had many wonderful encounters with other mothers and daughters — we’ve really been very lucky — this last week definitely tops them all. I can’t tell you how grateful I am to each of you for sharing yourselves with us. Not only your luscious, yummy bodies, but sharing your hearts too. That means more to me than I can say.”

Taking another deep breath, she looked slowly around the room, scanning the faces, her eyes moist and gleaming.

“And, uh,” Angela cleared her throat, “I also want to tell you that I’ve… made a decision. My standard rule, with only a few exceptions, is that we don’t stay in touch with people after we part from them. I’ve always preferred to make a clean break. But — but —”

A big tear rolled down her cheek. “But I just can’t say goodbye to you!”

Angela buried her face in her daughter’s shoulder, sobbing heavily. Bambi patted and stroked the woman’s back. Everyone waited, many wiping tears from their own eyes.

Finally Angela straightened up. Pulling out a handkerchief, she blew her nose, then said, “I won’t apologize. I’m not sorry for breaking down like that. I’m glad I did. It doesn’t happen often to me, but I’m glad you got to see how I really feel — and you know now how much I do want to stay in touch.”

After blowing her nose again, she tipped her head toward Bambi. “All right, you go next, honey.”

“Okay, Mommy. Um, yeah, I’m glad I met everybody too. Especially all the girls, but also the moms. You’re all really nice and really sexy.”

The young blonde beamed at the group, seeing smiles everywhere. Then she turned to Amanda, sitting next to her. “More than anyone, though, I’m happy I met Amanda. I always wanted to have a sister, and now it’s like I really do.”

With a cry, Amanda threw her arms around Bambi, squeezing her. The ‘twins’ hugged for a long time, murmuring in each other’s ears.

When at last they ended the hug, Bambi gazed around the room, then added with a grin, “I think I, you know, I think I got to lick everybody here at least once so far. But if I didn’t, I hope I can tonight.” This was met with chuckles and a few aroused moans. “Um… okay, that’s all.”

Amanda was next. “This is, this was, I mean, my mom brought me on this awesome vacation, and it’s great, I got to meet everybody, you know, but especially Bambi, and also Paige and Fiona and just everybody else too. It was great. Thanks, Mom!” She hugged her mother.

It was Tina’s turn. Wiping her eyes with the backs of her hands, then breaking into a big smile, flashing those cute dimples, she said, “You know what’s amazing? If Amanda hadn’t come home from school one day last month and asked me about masturbating… I mean, if she hadn’t asked me to show her how, then, gosh, we probably wouldn’t be here at all, and then we wouldn’t have met any of you guys! So, all I have to say is, I’m really glad they showed that video to the girls in her science class. Hurray for sex education!”

Cheers and applause greeted her exclamation. As it died down, Tina added, “But what I really learned here this week is that I shouldn’t just stay sort of wrapped up in a little bubble any more, like in a cocoon or something, you know? I want to meet other people, look for moms and daughters in our area who are, um, who are like us, and then, well, get together with them. That’s what I’m gonna do.”

After grinning at Angela, who gave her a wink, Tina turned to the next in line. It was Bridget, sitting in a loveseat with Debby squeezed in between her and Kelly.

“Okay, so,” Bridget began, “this has been, hands-down, the most amazing week of my life.” She laughed, as did several others who nodded in agreement.

“And now, uh, well, I guess I want to make an announcement. I’ve been talking with Debby, and with my sister, Sheila, and decided that…” Bridget peered to the side, at Veronica and Stephanie, seated on a sofa next to the loveseat “…do you think I might be able to find a job as a math teacher in San Francisco? I’m really good at it.”

The women appeared mystified, not yet understanding. Kelly’s mouth dropped open. Then she managed to say, “Wait, do you mean…?”

“Yep,” Bridget nodded. “Debby and I are moving to San Francisco, as soon as we can.”

“Oh my god!!” Kelly burst into tears of joy. Leaping to her feet, she dove on top of Bridget, hugging her, kissing her, thanking her profusely. She grabbed Debby too, squeezing and kissing both of them at once.

Several other women came over, congratulating Bridget, Kelly, and Debby. They shared embraces and kisses, finally settling down after a couple of minutes and going back to their seats.

Now it was Debby’s turn.

“Um, I don’t really know what I’m supposed to say. But, I mean, I’m glad I got to learn about sex and stuff, and have a…” the girl blushed and giggled “…I used to call it an organ-ism… but anyway I’m glad I got to have an orgasm.”

She heard friendly laughter and scattered applause.

“And I really love my mom, and my cousins, and my Aunt Sheila. And I love my girlfriend Kelly forever and ever.”

After a little more applause, the attention turned to Kelly. The cute teenager was too choked up, however, to say very much. “Thank you… just… I love you all… thank you!”

Still more applause, and now nearly everyone was weeping happy tears. It was a love fest.

Veronica, next in line, said, “I’m so happy. This is absolutely great. First, I want to thank my sister, Carol. She’s just the best. I love you, honey.”

“I love you too,” Carol nodded from across the circle, blowing a little kiss.

“I love my daughter, Kelly, more than I can say, and I dearly love my other daughters, Holly and Hailey, and my niece Stacie, and darling Jordan, I love both of you so much. And Debby, of course, and Bridget, and, well, everyone, I love you all. I love you all. But… more than anyone…”

Her voice broke. It appeared for a moment that Veronica might not be able to go on. Finally she said, “But more than anyone, I love Stephanie, my beautiful, beautiful, Stephanie.”

Veronica stood, turned toward her partner, and got down on one knee in front of her. She took the younger woman’s hand in both of hers. “Stephanie, my love, the love of my life…… will you marry me?”

“Oh, Veronica!” Stephanie threw her arms around her lover. “Of course I will! Of course I will!”

Now everyone jumped up and rushed over to congratulate the pair. This time it took almost ten minutes until all the hugs and kisses and good wishes had been exchanged and people were seated again.

It was Stephanie’s turn to speak. She wiped her eyes, took a deep breath, and began, “Love is precious. Love is beautiful. There’s not enough love in this world, not nearly enough. So when we find it, wherever we find it, we should cherish it. And whether that love is with a man or a woman, with an adult or a child, we should prize it above everything else.”

She paused. “I know it sounds like I’m making a speech here, and I don’t mean to, but I just want to say, girls, women, moms, daughters, sisters, don’t be afraid, don’t be ashamed, just love each other. The world needs more love.”

It was quiet as the group considered what she’d said. Women and girls gazed into each other’s eyes. Mothers and daughters held hands tightly. Soft kisses were enjoyed. A collective sigh passed through the room, an affirmation of love, of the very special intimate bonds they all shared.

Stephanie turned to the twins. “Girls? Do you want to say something?”

The little blondes nodded in unison. Holly said, “Yeah. We would be really happy if everybody was nice to each other, if they didn’t fight, and nobody was mean.”

Hailey continued, “And if they just did sex stuff all the time, like me and my sister wanna do, they would be happy and we would be happy and everybody would be.”

“Damn straight,” commented Sheila, sitting in a chair a few places around. Holly and Hailey beamed at her.

“And, uh, listen,” Sheila winked, “after we get finished with all this talk, do you kids want to do some sex stuff with me?”

“Okay!” the twins giggled.

Stacie was next. Her mother Carol was beside her, with Jordan fidgeting on her lap. Stacie began, “You know, like, uh, like Tina said, it’s amazing how it all works out. I mean, if I hadn’t been chosen to go on this training thing for my job a few weeks ago, then I wouldn’t have asked my mom to come over and stay with Jordan, and then, well, who knows what might be different?”

She reached over and took her daughter’s hand. “But now, I mean, now we all can just love each other, as much as we want. We can play Pony, or P—”

“You wanna play Pony?” Jordan interrupted in her perky voice. The child hadn’t really been listening, but that favorite word caught her attention.

“No, honey,” Stacie giggled, “not yet. Soon, maybe, but not right now. I was just saying how lucky we are that we can all play Pony or Pony-Pony almost any time we want to.”

“Can we now?” Jordan asked again.

Stacie grabbed her little girl’s face in her hands, kissing her lips. “I love you so much. In a while, we’ll play, I promise. But now, is there anything you want to say to all our friends?”

Jordan looked around at the smiling faces, then simply answered, “No,” and went back to fidgeting.

Carol chuckled, squeezing her granddaughter. “I won’t say much either. I’ll just echo what Stephanie said, and her darling little girls too. Love is precious. Sex is good. More sex and more love would make a much happier world.”

“Amen,” said Sheila, patting Carol’s knee. The women were seated beside each other. They shared a quick kiss on the lips, then Sheila asked, “Anything else?”

“Nope, that’s all.”

“Okay, well, I’m also not much of a speechmaker,” Sheila grinned, appearing a bit reticent for once. “I just like to have sex, as much as possible, with myself or with anyone else. Especially with pretty girls like my daughters.” She winked at Fiona and Erin, tucked into a loveseat next to her.

Fiona took a deep breath, then said, “I’m glad I have the mom I have. I really love her, and my sister, and my cousin Debby, and my Aunt Bridget too. Um… and I’m glad I’ve learned so much about sex and stuff from everyone. I like it a lot, I really do.”

She paused, and it seemed for a moment she might be done. But then she said, “I think I must be a lesbian.” Blushing deeply, the 12-year-old added, “I mean, every time I look at a girl, I want to kiss her and stuff, and touch her, and see her naked and everything. I never said it before, but I think I am a lesbian.”

“Good for you, honey,” Veronica nodded approvingly. Bridget gave a happy little clap.

Fiona smiled at the women, then turned to her sister.

“Um, okay.” Erin blushed even redder than Fiona. “I don’t know what to say, but, like, I love everybody too, especially my sister and my mom… and, um, and Gwen.”

She looked down at her hands, then up at Gwen, who was next to her, then at her hands again.

“Aww…” Gwen gave Erin a big hug and a kiss on the lips. “I love you too.”

When they ended the hug, Gwen scanned the group, smiling broadly. “I don’t remember who said it here, but I agree, this was like the most amazing week of my whole life. And the best. Thanks, Mom, for an incredible vacation.”

“You’re welcome, sweetheart,” Eve replied from two seats away.

“But, um, something else,” said Gwen. “I just, like, I don’t quite know how to say it, but I want to also, um, thank everyone for making me feel, like pretty, for the first time in my whole life. I’ve always been told I was cute and smart and then, when I got older, how I was good at sports and stuff, but I never really felt pretty or sexy, you know, like a girl. And now I do. So just, thanks.”

Paige was next. She reached over and took Gwen’s hand, and then her mother’s hand on the opposite side, squeezing them. The girl smiled, then announced, “I have a really great family. A great sister and an incredible mom. I’m really lucky. I’m glad I met everybody here too, and I hope maybe you can come and visit us in Phoenix or something. That would be cool. Okay, that’s all.”

Eve would be the last to speak. The circle had been completed.

Before starting, she took a moment to compose herself. Like almost everyone in the room, Eve was feeling deeply emotional. She hoped, however, to be able to say what she wanted to say without dissolving into tears, if possible.

The tall, attractive woman cleared her throat. “All right, uh, as I think most of you know, when we came here a week ago for our vacation, I was, well, I was really not very experienced. I had never had sex with a woman, certainly not with a young girl, and definitely not with either of my own daughters.”

She paused and smiled, licking her lips, then continued, “But, obviously, now I have done all that and I am very glad. There is no way in the world I could or would have anticipated what’s happened. But the fact is it’s brought me and my daughters much closer together. We were close before, but not like this.”

Eve turned briefly toward Paige and Gwen, sharing affectionate gazes with her girls, then turned the other way, taking Angela’s hand, raising it to her lips and kissing the woman’s fingers.

“I guess I have my lovely friend Angela to thank more than anyone else,” she said softly, before adding with a grin, “although, maybe I really should say Bambi, because it was she who made the first connection with us, romping with Gwen out in the water in that tempting little bikini of hers that kept threatening to fall right off.”

That drew chuckles. Everyone easily could picture Bambi in a wet bathing suit, tiny strings barely keeping it on her slender body. The little girl grinned at Eve and Gwen.

“So, okay, I guess I won’t say anything else,” Eve finished. “Oh, except to repeat what Paige said: if you’re ever in Phoenix, or nearby, please do get in touch. We’d love to see you, and have sex with you!”

There was laughter and some light applause. After kissing Eve’s hand, Angela stood and returned to her place at the center of the group.

“Thank you, everyone, for sharing your thoughts and feelings. I’m very grateful for that. Now, I know there are still a few desserts left. Some of the girls might want to sample some of those — and some of the women might want to sample some of the girls.” Angela winked at Sheila. “So just enjoy yourselves.”

People got to their feet, hugging, kissing, laughing, talking. Most of the kids headed straight for the dessert cart as the adults mingled, forming smaller clusters, smiling and chatting.

It turned out to be not an especially wild orgy that evening in the penthouse suite. For one thing, after their spectacular adventures on the yacht the night before, many were still feeling a bit worn out. And for another, long drives awaited several of the families the next day, so a fairly early bedtime was in order.

But that didn’t mean they couldn’t have fun. Sheila got to enjoy the twins, licking Holly while sitting on Hailey’s face, and then reversed the arrangement, eating Hailey while grinding her pussy into Holly’s mouth. Or maybe it was the other way around — Sheila couldn’t tell the girls apart.

Bambi and Carol hooked up, as did Fiona and Tina and also Gwen and Stephanie, along with several other connections that hadn’t been made before. Jordan played both Pony and Pony-Pony with various partners. There were plenty of orgasms, lots of kissing and touching, sweaty bodies sliding around together… around 10:00 PM, though, they decided it was time to break it up and try to get some sleep.

Debby said she really wanted Kelly to see her room, so Veronica and Stephanie agreed it would be okay for Kelly to spend the night at Bridget’s apartment. For their part, the newly engaged couple chose to be together, returning with the twins to the condo. Carol, Stacie, and Jordan went with them. Stephanie and Veronica took the master bedroom, sleeping with Hailey and Holly between them, while the others shared the second bedroom.

At the suite, Gwen and Erin were in one of the queen beds in the third bedroom, with Paige and Fiona in the other bed. That’s how they ended up, anyway, although before that, the four girls enjoyed some mixing and matching and daisy-chaining.

Bambi, Amanda, Angela, and Tina slept in the big bed in the master bedroom, while Sheila and Eve took the second bedroom, Bambi’s room. Eve didn’t get quite as much sleep as she expected to, finding Sheila to be an energetic, enthusiastic, and eagerly experimental lover. That was fine with her, though — she could always let Gwen do some of the driving the next day.

* * *

In the morning, everyone gathered for breakfast in the hotel coffee shop before getting on the road. Several tables had been pushed together to accommodate twenty bubbly moms and daughters. Even before they had their coffee, conversations were flowing and overlapping — animated discussions of what might lie ahead for each of them and plenty of happy reminiscences about their adventures of the previous few days.

Stephanie and Veronica announced that they’d set a date for the wedding: it would be in the spring of the following year, giving their friends ample time to prepare for a trip to San Francisco and an eagerly anticipated sexy reunion. A flurry of congratulating hugs and kisses greeted this exciting news, along with guarantees that none of them would possibly miss the joyous event.

As things began to settle down again, Sheila called across to her sister Bridget, on the other side of the large table, “Hey, don’t let me forget something, all right?”

“What’s that?”

“I want you to give me Pamela’s number. I’m gonna call her today.”

“Pamela? Why?” Bridget replied.

“I’m gonna ask her out. She and I might be able to have some fun together.”

“Really? Even after I told you about my date with her? The way it turned out and everything?”

“Well, you and she just aren’t right for each other, that’s obvious. But now that I’ve made my decision about, uh, about dating only women from now on —”

“You have?”

Sheila laughed, “Yeah, I think I’m gonna swear off men, at least for a while. I want to see how the other half lives, check out my lesbian identity. And Pamela’s pretty hot, don’t you think?”

“Well, yeah… but, okay, sure, I’ll give you her number.”

Sheila’s teenage daughter Erin listened closely to the discussion between her mom and her aunt. It helped her confirm a plan of her own that she’d been formulating. Later that day, she would call Mindy Hansen and… well, Erin wasn’t exactly sure yet what she would say to her friend, but she was determined to call her and see what eventually might happen between them, if anything. It was worth a try. Erin really didn’t want to be so bashful any more.

All around the table, women and girls were thinking about the exhilarating new possibilities in their lives, friends they would look at it in a different way when they got home, mothers and daughters they knew of who might just possibly share their special incestuous desires. It was thrilling to consider, and it helped to temper some of the sadness they felt at having to part.

As they were finishing up their breakfasts, Angela got to her feet, tapping a knife on a glass, getting everyone’s attention. “My darlings, all you dear lovely ladies and girls, I have one more thing I’d like to say to you now, something I hope you will remember.” She was holding an iPad and looked down at it before continuing.

“There’s a quote that means a great deal to me. It’s from Henry Miller, one of my favorite authors. He said, ‘Whenever a taboo is broken, something good happens, something vitalizing. Taboos after all are only hangovers, the product of diseased minds, you might say, of fearsome people who hadn’t the courage to live and who under the guise of morality and religion have imposed these things upon us.’”

Angela took her seat again. It was quiet for a minute as the group thought about what she’d just read, and what it meant to each of them.

Carol spoke up, “Honey, will you send that to me? Email it?”

“Of course I will. I’ll send it to all of you,” Angela grinned.

Stephanie giggled to herself as she imagined the provocative quote enlarged and framed, placed in a position of prominence in the homes and offices of everyone there.

When the check was delivered, Eve leaped from her chair to grab it from the waitress, loudly insisting to Angela that she would be the one to pay this time. That drew lots of laughs and some applause as well. With a smile and a hug and a kiss, Angela conceded.

Out in the hotel parking lot, many more hugs and kisses were exchanged. It took a while before anyone was on their way, but finally, Sheila, Bridget, and the girls got in their cars, returning to their homes in San Diego, Amanda and Tina started on their long drive back to Sacramento, Eve and Gwen and Paige took off for Phoenix, and then the big conversion van drove off, heading north up the coast toward San Francisco, carrying four moms and four daughters.

—————

At the top floor of the Playa del Mar, the elevator door came to a stop and the doors silently slid open. Hand in hand, Bambi and Angela entered the expansive penthouse suite. It felt empty and too large after all the activity of the previous week.

As they walked slowly into the master bedroom, Angela sighed, “Well, honey, I guess our work is done here. We can go home now, and then… do you have any thoughts about where we should go next, or what you’d like to do?”

They sat down together on the big bed, still holding hands. After a moment, the 10-year-old knelt in front of her mother, pushing up her dress, exposing her smoothly waxed vulva. Angela was, as usual, not wearing any underwear.

Bambi grinned. “I know what I want to do next, Mommy.”

THE END

By Naughty Mommy

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

“What do you think?” Georgia said to Julie. “About time to create dusk, eh?”

“Yes, I suppose it could be. What time is it, anyway?”

“Almost midnight.”

“Okay, I’ll take care of it. But, um…” Julie rubbed her swollen belly. “I still want… I guess I’ll do my act on deck, out on the bow.”

“That’ll be choice,” Georgia winked. “I’ll join you for it, and I’ll let everyone know what’s up.”

Julie walked to a corridor near them. Opening a panel, she punched a code into a keypad, then closed the panel.

“Fifteen minutes,” she said to Georgia, who had followed her.

“Good on ya.”

Very, very slowly, the lights in the main saloon on the yacht began to dim. In a quarter of an hour, the program would have the room almost entirely dark.

At a signal from Georgia, Abby and Emma began bringing out comfy pillows and quilts, distributing them on sofas, chairs, and scattering them over the carpeted floor. More were left in the adjoining dining area as well.

Jenifer went around the room with a tray, offering a final selection of cookies and brownies, while also asking if anyone would like coffee, tea, herbal tea, or hot cocoa.

“Oh, thank you, how nice,” Stephanie smiled, accepting a big patterned quilt from Abby. She and her daughters, Holly and Hailey, cuddled together on a sofa, hugging and softly kissing. The twins yawned in unison as they nestled in against their mother’s bare breasts.

Amanda was feeling sleepy too. She curled up with her mom in a chair. Tina petted the girl’s hair and stroked her back. Soon the 10-year-old was snoozing peacefully.

When Eve learned what was coming next, she went directly to the galley, where Ana was getting things prepared for breakfast in the morning. Eve asked for a bottle of water and quickly downed it, then asked for another.

Veronica found Kelly sitting with Bridget and Debby. The little one, Debby, was already fast asleep in her mother’s arms. Kelly and Bridget were chatting quietly. Veronica sat next to her daughter, laying a hand on the teen’s thigh.

“Hey.”

“Hey,” Kelly grinned.

After kissing the girl on the lips, Veronica said, “I’m going out there with Julie and the others. You want to come along?”

Kelly wasn’t sure at first. She looked at Debby, at Bridget, and then back at her mom.

“Yeah, I think I do,” she nodded. Turning to Bridget, she said, “I’ll be back, okay?”

“Sure, honey,” Bridget smiled.

Kelly leaned over to give Debby a tender kiss on the cheek, then got up and took Veronica’s hand. Together they walked nude out into the summer air and toward the bow of the yacht.

A group of more than twenty women and girls crowded around Julie on the open deck, listening to her. It was warm and humid that night, almost tropical, so although everyone was naked, no one felt a chill. Plus they were packed in tightly, skin on skin, everyone eager to see what would happen.

Julie was visibly trembling, Kelly noticed. Her forehead and upper lip were beaded with sweat. She also saw that the woman’s belly was bulging and that she would sometimes squirm, twining her legs together. It looked like she had to pee, really bad.

Several large beach towels had been spread on the deck. Julie asked the younger kids to lie down on the towels, forming a circle around her. Their feet faced the center, but the girls opened their legs wide, making sort of a star shape. Charlie, Melissa, Jemma, Jordan, Bambi, Fiona, and Paige lay together, holding hands and smiling excitedly.

From outside the circle, Georgia handed a long, large, silver dildo to Julie. Kelly, standing next to Georgia, could hear the toy vibrating. Julie applied it to her erect nipples first, shivering with arousal, then moved the dildo lower, across her swollen tummy to her mound.

Kelly felt her own clit tingling. She slid a hand down, caressing her vulva. Her pussy lips were wet and slippery. She glanced back at her mom, who was just behind her. Veronica had a hand on Kelly’s shoulder, her other hand between her legs. She was masturbating. Scanning the other teens and women gathered round the girls on the deck, Kelly saw that nearly all were playing with themselves.

Squatting slightly, opening her legs, Julie placed the tip of the dildo at the opening to her cunt. She pressed it in just slightly, groaning with pleasure. Then she drew the tool slowly up through her slit, rotating it and coating it with her natural lubrication. Kelly could see how wet and juicy the woman was.

Julie held the vibrating dildo on her clit for a moment, trembling, shuddering. She gasped once, twice, then pulled the dildo away from her clit, exhaling and licking her lips. A trickle of urine ran down the inside of one leg.

“Fuck, yeah,” Julie said, apparently to herself.

She looked down at the girls, smiling at the circle of young faces and bald pussies surrounding her, turning side to side to see them all. Lifting her gaze to the audience, Julie said, “This, uh, won’t take very long. Anyone who wants to join me in the, heh, in the climax, you’d better get ready.”

Eve pushed forward, past her daughter Gwen, stepping up close to the kids. She was fucking her cunt with her fingers. Her face was flushed and shiny with sweat, and she seemed to be muttering obscenities. Kelly grinned as she thought, that woman definitely looks like she’s ready!

Sheila moved into place too, as did Angela. Both were masturbating vigorously. Georgia was already there in position, rubbing her clit. Julie paused a moment, waiting, but no one else came forward. It appeared that these four women — standing at compass points just outside the circle of girls — would be her partners in what she was about to do.

“Okay,” Julie nodded in the center, “here we go.”

She shoved the dildo up inside her vagina. Kelly saw her twist the end of it, perhaps increasing the speed of vibration. The woman’s body began to shake, and she moaned involuntarily. Eve, Sheila, Angela, and Georgia were watching her closely, as was everyone else.

“Ooh! Ohh! Fuck!” Julie cried out, but then quickly shook her head. “Not — not — almost — just another — a few more —”

The four women around her furiously masturbated. The little girls below stared up in fascination, legs spread wide, pussies open. Kelly rubbed her clit. Behind her, Veronica panted and groaned. Kelly could tell from the sound and the smell that her mom was fucking herself with her fingers.

“Okay,” Julie gasped, “okay — ready — ready — ahh — ahh — FUCK!!”

She pulled the dildo out of her cunt and let loose with a torrent of liquids, urine and cum spraying out all at once, splashing onto the girls beneath her as Julie screamed in climactic ecstasy.

Eve let go too, arcing a stream of pee over the children, and then came loudly, cursing and gasping, dripping hands clenched between her legs. Angela and Sheila climaxed too at almost the same time, both women peeing and squirting, then squirting and peeing some more, coming hard, totally soaking the girls at their feet.

Julie’s climax seemed to last forever. Every time it looked as if she was through, her body would shudder again and more liquids would pour out of her in another orgasmic spasm.

Kelly was stunned by what she was seeing — but also totally turned on by it. She frantically frigged herself, hearing her mom come behind her and many others coming all around her, and then Kelly climaxed too, plunging two fingers up inside her juicy pussy as her orgasm exploded.

When everyone was finally finished… when there were no more gasps and groans, when the last tremor had faded away… someone began to clap and the remaining spectators quickly joined in. They cheered for Julie, and for her partners in perversion.

The little girls began getting up, smiling and wiping their faces with their hands. Harriet came forward with a bucket of hot soapy water and several sponges. After the kids had spent a minute or so washing up, Julie said, “Hey, what about this — everyone to the top deck and into the jacuzzi!”

With a yell, the seven naked girls took off, shrieking and giggling, racing up two levels to the sun deck where they found the jacuzzi all set for them, open and warm and bubbling. They eagerly jumped inside.

Their moms ascended the stairs more slowly but soon arrived, taking chairs under the midnight sky. Angela, Eve, Sheila, and Georgia briefly stayed behind, cleaning themselves with the soapy sponges, and then joined the rest above. Abby, wearing only a simple pair of backless heels which made her appear taller and sleeker than ever, came around to each of the women, asking if anyone would like a nightcap.

Julie went inside, looking for Desiree and Dani. She found them lying on the floor in the dining area, next to the main saloon. The cute teens were kissing wetly and fingering each other’s pussies. Julie watched the girls for a moment, smiling and rubbing herself, then got down between their legs and began to lick them both, going back and forth.

After everyone had left the bow, Emma gathered up the wet beach towels and took them to laundry, while Harriet hosed down the deck.

Instead of going all the way up to the jacuzzi, Veronica and Kelly ascended only one level. They saw Abby inside the sky lounge, preparing drinks for the moms up above. They waved at her, but lingered on the deck, strolling hand in hand, breathing the warm salty air, looking up at the stars.

“Isn’t it lovely?” Veronica said.

“Yeah, it is. It’s totally awesome. This is the coolest vacation ever, Mom.”

Kelly wrapped her arms around her mother’s waist, hugging her tightly. Veronica returned the hug, stroking the girl’s back, kissing the top of her head. Then she put a finger under Kelly’s chin, tipping her face up. She looked into her daughter’s pretty green eyes, admired her full pink lips, her wide mouth.

“God, you are so beautiful,” Veronica whispered.

The look of love and lust in her mother’s eyes almost took Kelly’s breath away. She sighed and parted her lips. Veronica kissed her.

Emma came back up from the laundry, which was on a lower level by the galley. She was feeling extremely horny. It might be late, and a few of the littlest girls might already be asleep, but Emma still had unfinished business. As she looked around, rubbing her clit, she spotted Julie with her daughter and the other sexy young blonde, lying on a quilt in the dining area, making love. Emma walked toward them, pondering which of the three she should fuck first.

“Hey, you two.”

Kelly and Veronica turned toward the voice, breaking their kiss.

It was the captain, Caroline, standing at an open door that led to the bridge. “Come in here with me for a minute, won’t you?”

“Of course,” Veronica smiled. She and Kelly followed the captain inside.

“While I’m on duty, on watch,” said Caroline, inclining her head toward the glowing panel of instruments, “I can’t directly involve myself in any of the fun. But I certainly can observe it, and that’s what I’d love to do with you. Would you care to oblige me?”

“You mean…” began Veronica.

“Have sex with your daughter, in front of me. I really like taboo.”

Angela took Carol’s hand, raising it to her mouth and kissing her fingers. They were seated side by side on the top deck, sipping Brandy Alexanders, watching the naked girls play in the jacuzzi.

“Congratulations,” Angela grinned. “To both of us.”

“I’ll drink to that,” Carol winked. And they did.

On the other side of Angela, Eve patted Sheila’s arm. “Look at those two,” she whispered, nodding toward their daughters, Gwen and Erin. “Pretty hot.”

The redhead, Erin, was on Gwen’s lap, straddling the taller girl, their arms wrapped around each other. Both were nude, of course, as was everyone else. They were kissing and Erin was humping her pussy against Gwen’s.

“Nice,” agreed Sheila, a hand sliding between her own legs as she took another sip of her hot buttered rum.

With their preparations for the morning completed, Ana came up from below into the main saloon. Her daughter Jenifer was with her, smoking a cigarette. The dark curvy beauties stood for a moment, surveying the scene. They saw Debby with Bridget, the child curled up in her mother’s arms, both apparently asleep. Tina and Amanda were together too, snuggling in a chair under a quilt, breathing quietly, their eyes closed.

Then they saw Stephanie with her daughters, Hailey and Holly. They were not asleep. The little blonde twins were each at a breast, sucking their mother’s nipples. Stephanie was panting and licking her lips.

“Ven conmigo,” said Ana, taking Jenifer’s hand.

Harriet came in just then. She was hungry for more sex too. Hands on her breasts, squeezing and pulling the nipples, she glanced around at the possibilities.

And so the sex went on. Emma fucked Dani, then Desiree, then Julie on the floor in the dining area, sucking pussy and tits, swirling ass, finally playing a submissive game with Harriet and getting spanked by her, which Emma loved. Kelly and Veronica entertained Caroline on the bridge, while Ana and Jenifer had fun with Stephanie and her girls.

After a while, the others came back down to the main saloon from the top deck, the little girls feeling fresh and warm and tingly from the jacuzzi. A few of them were tired and ready for sleep, but most were still eager to play. They joined in with the crew members and the other guests, exploring all the many delicious permutations of lesbian lovemaking.

* * *

It was warm that night, unusually so, even for June in coastal southern California. It was also unusually still, with hardly a breath of wind. As one woman had put it earlier as a group of them stood at the railing on the sun deck, gazing out at the sea and up at the stars, “The air feels like skin.”

Now, as Angela moved slowly and soundlessly through the main saloon and the dining area in the yacht, where all the guests and many of the crew were slumbering, she saw that very few of them were covered by the quilts. They lay exposed, comfortably and peacefully snoozing in the balmy air, a beautiful tangle of nude feminine bodies, women and girls of all ages in a seemingly random arrangement, one next to the other with many overlapping, a hand on an ankle, an arm over a belly, a leg across a shoulder. Smooth skin, soft curves, shapely limbs, lovely faces…

Feeling quite pleased with herself for what she had accomplished, Angela ascended the spiral staircase to the sky lounge, then stepped out onto the deck and continued up the steep stairs to the highest level. There she found Caroline. It was almost 2:30 AM. The captain had been relieved by Harriet, who was taking watch.

Without saying a word, Angela knelt in front of Caroline, pushing her short skirt up to her waist, and began to eat her pussy.

* * *

By the time any of the guests awoke in the morning, the yacht had raised anchor and was well underway, cruising smoothly. Girls and women gradually roused themselves, yawning, stretching, smiling at the sight they beheld: a sea of naked females all around them.

Showers were taken, and then a sumptuous late breakfast enjoyed, with many happy conversations taking place as everyone compared their reactions to the amazing events of the night before.

They arrived back at the harbor in San Diego in mid-afternoon. Lunch had been a delightful array of Spanish tapas. All agreed they would miss Ana’s cooking.

As they prepared to disembark, Kelly said, “Oh, no, Mom…”

“What is it, honey?” Veronica asked. “Did you lose something?”

“No, but, we have to go back tomorrow, right? Tomorrow’s Saturday. Isn’t that when we’re starting back?”

Veronica smiled and kissed her daughter’s forehead before resuming her packing. “Yes, baby, tomorrow we’re starting back. I know you don’t want it to end, and neither do I, but we have to go home, so —”

“I know, but what am I gonna do without Debby?” Tears brimmed in Kelly’s eyes, then spilled over onto her cheeks.

“Oh, sweetie, come here,” Veronica said, taking the crying girl into her arms. “Hush now, we’ll see Debby again, I’m sure we will.”

“But Mom, I don’t want to leave her,” Kelly sobbed, “not now, not ever!”

“I know, I know, but don’t worry, sweetie, it’s okay… I’ll talk to Bridget, and we’ll see how soon we can arrange something, all right?”

At last, with everything packed up and ready to go, the crew members clustered around the guests on the aft deck and down on the floating dock, exchanging long warm hugs, wet kisses, and promises of staying in touch.

Georgia wrapped Stephanie tightly in her arms, saying, “You will come see us, eh? We’re almost neighbors, right, just in Sausalito.”

“Yes, of course we will.” Stephanie smiled and kissed her sexy friend. “And we’ll expect you and your girls and Caroline and Charlie to visit us too, in San Francisco, often.”

Once the women and girls had completed all their lingering goodbyes, Angela led her group back to the parking lot. They loaded into their two cars and the van for the short drive back to the hotel.

Continue on to Chapter 60

1

Error happened.

By Naughty Mommy

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

What was that? 

With her practiced eye, Emma noticed something on one of the security cameras. Unexpected movement in a corridor. She looked more closely.

Then she heard the door to the bridge coming open behind her. After a glance at the digital clock — seeing still another 29 minutes until the shift change (?!) — she swiveled around in her chair.

It was Caroline. The captain was dressed in a smart skirt, crisp white blouse, and a pair of low heels. No bra, however, Emma observed, and no stockings either. Smiling inwardly as she wondered about the presence of panties, she got quickly to her feet.

“Any trouble, ma’am? Anything I can do? The situation’s all clear here.”

“Quite so, all clear,” Caroline smiled. “You’re off duty, my dear, for the rest of the night.”

“But —”

“I’ll take watch. Harriet will relieve me at 2:00. You go have yourself a jolly time.”

“But —”

“No buts. Get your little fanny in there now, and start fucking. That’s an order!”

“Yes, ma’am. Thank you, ma’am,” Emma laughed giddily. She gave the captain a quick kiss on the lips and dashed off to join the fun.

————

Hailey popped up from where she’d been lying on the floor between her mommy’s legs. Her cheeks and chin were dripping with Stephanie’s juices. Swallowing and smiling, licking her lips, the little girl asked, “Is it my turn?”

Stephanie was sitting on the end of the bench, still breathing heavily after her strong orgasm. She was petting Holly, praising her, guiding the child in carefully removing her hand from deep inside a tight young vagina.

“Yes, honey,” Stephanie nodded, “it should be your turn next. As soon as Dani’s ready.”

“I’m ready now,” Dani said, panting and wiping sweat from her brow. “I just want more, and more, and more.”

The tiny blonde teenager was naked on her back but pushed up on her elbows, her slim body flushed with arousal and gleaming with perspiration. No longer a virgin, she’d been fist-fucked by Jordan, then by Charlie, and most recently by Holly.

“But, um, Mommy?” Dani grinned, addressing Stephanie. “Will you… when she does it next, will you lick me?”

Stephanie smiled. Three of the girls among the crew had asked if they could call her ‘Mommy’. Apparently that idea excited them, and the woman was more than happy to go along.

“You want me to lick you?”

“Uh-huh. I want you to lick my pussy, Mommy.”

“Hang about.” It was Georgia, coming up to them. Her 12-year-old daughter Melissa was behind her. Both were nude, of course, as were all the other girls and women in the room. Whatever remnants of ‘pajamas’ anyone had been wearing were long gone.

“You can lick her,” Georgia told Stephanie, nodding toward Dani, “but while you’re doing that, and while this one is fucking her,” she patted Hailey’s shoulder, “I want the other one to fuck you with her fist, eh.” Like most everyone, Georgia couldn’t tell Holly and Hailey apart.

“You want Holly to…” Stephanie began.

“God yeah. And my poppet will fuck me too, at the same time.”

“Sweet as,” Melissa grinned.

Gwen could hardly believe how amazing it was. She’d just had a mind-blowing orgasm while being eaten by 10-year-old Bambi, as the girl’s mother, Angela, kissed and fondled her. It was all so incredibly hot. Smiling and shaking her head in disbelief, Gwen licked her lips as she surveyed the crowd of hot, sweaty women, teens, and young girls surrounding her.

Angela was holding Charlie in her arms, having picked the child up when Caroline departed to relieve Emma. She approached Carol, who was just getting to her feet after coming in Desiree’s mouth. Taking the older woman’s arm, Angela gave her a warm kiss, then said, “Let’s you and I have some fun with this little one, shall we?”

“Well, sure, but… what did you have in mind?” Carol asked with a twinkle in her eye.

“Come.” Angela led her to one of the sofas. Gwen followed them.

Bambi watched her mom go off with Charlie and Carol and Gwen. After licking and fingering Gwen, giving the teen an orgasm, Bambi really wanted to come herself. She rubbed her little pussy as she slowly turned in a circle, assessing potential partners.

Veronica stood, grinning and licking her lips as she looked around. She’d just finished eating Desiree, and was ready for more. She wanted to fuck someone. Her eyes fell on her daughter, Kelly.

Desiree pushed herself up to a sitting position on the floor. She felt fantastic after coming in Veronica’s mouth and bringing Carol at the same time. Lesbian sex with a pair of grownup sisters — that was awesome. At only 15, Desiree was crazy about sex in every possible form. She would do it with anyone, anytime — boys, girls, women, sucking, fucking, masturbating, oral, anal, vaginal, toys, bondage, incest — there was nothing Desiree wouldn’t do as long as it was hot and it felt good.

Bridget was in a chair not far from Desiree. The woman was leaning forward, holding her daughter Debby’s face in her hands, kissing the girl, thanking her. Although she hadn’t seen it happen — because she’d had Carol sitting on her face at the time — Desiree knew the little girl had just fisted her mom. Mmmm, that was really nice, and so dirty. Thinking about it made Desiree’s clit throb. She got to her feet and went to Bridget.

After hurriedly stripping off her shorts and tank top and flinging them into her cabin, Emma arrived nude in the main saloon of the yacht, eager to join the orgy. She found it in full swing.

Emma saw Dani on the padded bench, getting fucked again. One of the little blonde twins was fisting her. The child’s mother, Stephanie, was licking and sucking Dani’s clit. Emma could hear Dani saying, “Lick me, Mommy. Lick my pussy, Mommy.”

The second twin was also doing some fisting. Emma heard Stephanie groan in pleasure as the little blonde pushed her lubricated hand up inside her vagina. Right next to Stephanie, Georgia was being fisted by her own daughter, 12-year-old Melissa. Emma started rubbing her clit, masturbating as she took in the action.

She saw Angela and Carol sitting side by side on one of the long curving sofas. They were kissing wetly while Charlie, Caroline’s tiny 7-year-old daughter, fisted both women at the same time. Lying on the floor between Charlie’s legs, Gwen was licking the little girl, while Julie was crouched between Gwen’s long legs, eating her. On another sofa, Abby was fucking Stacie with the strap-on dildo. Stacie was lying on her back with Jenifer sitting on her face, grinding her pussy into Stacie’s mouth.

Something else caught Emma’s eye. The lithe teen Desiree was mounted upside-down on a leather chair, her face between Bridget’s legs, her slim legs wrapped around the woman’s head,  the two arranged in an acrobatic, deliciously sexy 69. On the floor in front of them, Bambi was lying on top of Debby, Bridget’s little girl, vigorously tribbing with her, while right next to them, Veronica was scissoring with Kelly, fucking her daughter pussy to pussy.

There was more fisting going on too. Emma saw Harriet kneeling on the carpeted floor with Fiona, assisting the young brunette in fucking her mother, Sheila, with her hand. On a sofa close to them, Amanda was doing the same with her mom, Tina, while Eve was deeply involved a hot 69 with her lovely daughter, Paige.

Ana, Jemma, and Jordan were in a little pile on another leather chair, the kids crawling around on the woman, kissing her, licking her, and sucking her nipples as she fondled them and fingered their holes.

With Fiona’s small hand easing up inside Sheila, Harriet turned her attention to Erin, Fiona’s redheaded sister, who was kissing her mom. Harriet knelt between Erin’s legs, pushing them apart, licking her lips as she studied the teenager’s tempting cunt. She lowered her mouth and began eating her.

Now Emma knew what she wanted. Opening a drawer in a cabinet beside her, she removed another strap-on. After quickly fastening it around her, making sure the vaginal extension was firmly inserted into her own wet pussy, Emma rubbed lube on the long, black, heavily-veined cock that stuck out in front of her. Stroking the plastic phallus, she walked over to Harriet, who was hungrily licking Erin.

Emma got down behind the curvy brunette, admiring the celtic tattoo on her back. Still stroking the cock, she fingered Harriet’s anus, pushing a lubricated finger up inside the woman’s ass. Harriet groaned and moved her knees wider apart, arching her pelvis, opening herself to be penetrated. Emma smiled. Pulling out her finger, she leaned in close and licked Harriet’s bunghole, slipping her tongue inside, swirling the tasty ass.

Now Emma straightened up, licking her lips as she placed the tip of the dildo at the opening to Harriet’s rectum. She shoved it in.

“Fuck, yes! Fuck my ass!” Emma heard the woman cry before resuming her eager licking of the redheaded teen.

Fucking, sucking, kissing, licking, tribbing, eating, fisting, fingering — and coming. Over the next fifteen minutes or so, nearly all the women and girls in the room reached orgasm, several of them more than once, in a frenzy of forbidden lust.

* * *

Following several rounds of intense, vigorous sex, the group was in need of another short break. Abby (with her strap-on removed) stepped behind the bar and prepared drinks for those who wanted them, while Jenifer went around with trays of cookies and little dishes of fresh fruit.

The nude women and girls mingled and chatted briefly, kissing and comparing reactions to what had happened so far. Nearly everyone seemed to agree, however, that their fun was not over yet. A strong feeling of sexual energy still pervaded the room.

After a few minutes, the lighting slowly changed, becoming darker and with a red tint added. Desiree and Dani, now wearing knee-high spike-heeled white boots, placed a second long bench next to the first one, forming a platform about five by seven feet. The young blondes also brought out two low round tables, putting one at each end of the room. At the same time, the large video screen descended again from the ceiling and began displaying explicit lesbian porn scenes.

Music started up — a fast, heavy, thumping beat, urgent and exciting. Jumping up onto the little tables, Dani and Desiree started moving in time with the music, looking like go-go dancers as spotlights played over their slim nude bodies. Several of the women, including Sheila, Bridget, Angela, and Carol, decided this would be a good time to masturbate. They settled into chairs and onto sofas, rubbing themselves. Others found partners, seemingly at random, grabbing the nearest girl or woman, kissing and groping, humping and fingering.

Abby sought out Stephanie. “Mommy, I need to come! Will you suck my pussy?”

“Of course! I’d love to!”

Just as they were beginning, with Abby in a chair and Stephanie kneeling in front of the tall blonde, Jenifer joined them, getting down on the floor between Stephanie’s legs, licking her. A few moments later, Veronica mounted Jenifer, scissoring with her.

Georgia was on a sofa with Tina, straddling the pretty brunette, kissing her deeply and grinding their pussies together. Near them, Ana was sitting on Kelly’s face and also licking Debby. Harriet was eating Kelly. Julie was licking and fingering Gwen’s pussy and Eve was sitting on Gwen’s face. Emma was in a 69 with Stacie.

Most of the younger girls had converged into a heap on the floor, small naked bodies writhing together, kissing and giggling, panting and licking.

On the spotlit tables, Desiree and Dani had started doing more than simply dance. Both girls were combining their rhythmic movements with self-pleasuring, squeezing their little breasts, stroking their clits.

Orgasms. Changing partners. New combinations. More kissing and licking and sucking and fucking. More orgasms.

The dancing continued, music thumping, lights flashing, sex rampant. The video screen above now displayed a rapidly changing compilation of lesbian orgy scenes — though few in the crowd were looking at the screen, at least not for more than a second or two, because the hot, sweaty bodies around them were even more exciting.

It went on for nobody knew how long. There was no sense of time passing — all that mattered was the mouth you were kissing, the nipple you were sucking, the cunt you were fingering. Girls and women crawled around, sliding over one another, rolling together, groping, seeking, probing, fucking, coming.

* * *

Eventually, a new pattern emerged. The lights gradually brightened, the music softened, the dancing ended, and the video screen scrolled back up into the ceiling. After drinking another Red Bull, Julie circulated through the group, explaining the next stage to everyone, asking which role participants might like to play.

Tina shivered with excitement as she realized what was about to happen. Taking a deep breath, the young woman made her decision. “I want to be with them,” she said, pointing to Dani and Desiree.

“All right,” Julie smiled.

Erin was standing beside Fiona. She looked at her little sister. “Wanna do it?”

“Um, I… I don’t know,” Fiona swallowed nervously, her eyes wide. “You really think we should?”

“Yeah, come on, it’ll be fun.”

Julie, assisted by Georgia and Harriet, began to strap down the volunteers: Desiree, Dani, Tina, Fiona, Erin, and Emma were bound close together on the large padded platform, lying on their backs, arms at their sides, heads hanging just over one side. After they were in place, Julie brought out a half dozen wand-style vibrating massagers. Using bungie cords, she and her helpers secured the vibrators to the naked girls, centered right on their clits.

With everything set, Julie stood back, admiring the arrangements. She stroked her belly, enjoying the exquisite tension of a very full bladder. Then she turned to the rest of the group, gathered around her in a rough semicircle.

“All right,” Julie said, “who would like to go first?”

“I would!” Sheila raised her hand, stepping forward. She was quickly joined by Angela, Georgia, Bridget, and Veronica.

“Mommy!” Desiree called. “Mommy! Do it on me, okay?”

Julie grinned, nodding toward Stephanie. “She means you.”

Blushing, the blonde came out of the crowd. Hailey and Holly were with her. Stephanie handed her daughters off to Stacie, then joined the other women standing in a row near the platform.

Now it was time. Harriet and Julie switched on the vibrators. Immediately the girls began to squirm. Tightly bound, they could not move much at all and certainly could do nothing about that insistent buzzing atop their clits.

The six women started to masturbate. They stepped very close to the girls, bending their legs a bit so their pussies were directly over the upturned faces. Angela looked down at Emma, Sheila at Erin, Bridget at Fiona, Veronica at Tina, Georgia at Dani — and Stephanie gazed down at Desiree as she rubbed herself.

“Mmmm, do it on me, Mommy!” the pretty teen urged, licking her lips. “Come in my mouth!”

The spectators angled for a better view, surrounding the platform on all sides, pressing in to watch. Most were playing with themselves, highly aroused by the exotic spectacle, the like of which few had ever seen.

The vibrators were doing their job. Already several of the supine girls were getting close to a climax. They all were panting and straining at their bonds, naked bodies gleaming with perspiration. The women above them were working hard too, rubbing their clits or fucking their cunts or doing both.

Emma came first. She writhed and groaned in ecstasy. Less than half a minute later it was Desiree, and after that it was contagious, the others quickly reaching orgasm at almost the same time. The vibrators stayed on, however, buzzing away, stimulating the restrained girls even as they screamed and struggled and sweated.

“Fuck!” Sheila cried. “Fuck!”

When Sheila came, she squirted, spraying hot pussy juice all over her daughter Erin, with some of it splashing on the adjoining girls too, Emma and Fiona. The woman continued fucking herself and kept squirting for the next several seconds, dripping on Erin’s face and body and in her open mouth.

Georgia came next, and her orgasm was even wetter and wilder than Sheila’s. She sprayed all over Dani while also soaking Desiree and Tina. Even the women standing beside Georgia, Veronica and Stephanie, caught some of the woman’s violently juicy climax.

While this was going on, Julie lined up the next set of masturbators, those who wanted to spill their juices into the bound girls’ mouths. She had no shortage of volunteers.

Angela and Veronica both reached climax, almost simultaneously. Veronica dripped only a small amount in Tina’s mouth, but Angela’s orgasm was explosively wet, spraying and soaking not only Emma, but also Erin, Sheila, and some of the nearby spectators.

As those who were finished slowly backed away, others eagerly took their place. Harriet, Eve, Carol, and Stacie stepped up, already vigorously rubbing themselves.

Bridget climaxed, dripping her juices on Erin’s face, and then Stephanie came, not really squirting but definitely gushing, thick gobs of her creamy nectar falling into Desiree’s mouth. When Stephanie and Bridget moved aside, Ana and Jenifer replaced them.

Julie checked on the girls strapped to the platform. They seemed to be all right for the time being, but might not be able to take much more. The sounds of their cries filled the room as they were brought to orgasm again and again by the buzzing vibrators.

Harriet came quickly, spraying on Tina. Then it was Ana coming in Fiona’s mouth and Jenifer in Erin’s mouth. When they finished, the three of them stepped away, with Abby, Gwen, and Kelly taking their places.

After Carol climaxed, dripping all over Dani, Carol’s daughter, Stacie, standing beside her mom, came almost immediately. Like Stephanie, Stacie didn’t squirt, but she gushed profusely, filling Desiree’s hungry mouth. Abby came on Tina, Eve came on Emma, and Gwen came on Fiona. Finally it was Kelly, gasping and groaning as her pussy spasmed, hot juices spilling onto Erin’s face.

The vibrating wands were turned off and the straps removed from the exhausted girls on the platform. They were handed towels and bottles of water and allowed to sit for a minute, resting and regaining their senses. Soon they began getting up one by one and walking slowly away, moving a bit unsteadily but smiling and giggling.

What happened next came as a surprise to many in the room. A group of very young girls were gathered around Julie, listening to her. Now she began arranging them on the benches, the kids lying close together on their backs, arms at their sides, little heads hanging over the end.

It was Amanda, Bambi, Debby, Paige, Charlie, Melissa, Jemma, Holly, Hailey, and Jordan: ten cute girls between ages 7 and 12. With their mothers reassuring the children, Georgia, Harriet, and Julie carefully strapped them down. When they were finished, the kids could barely move.

Four more wand-style vibrators were added to the other six. Each was positioned atop a hairless or nearly hairless slit and secured in place. Julie checked them twice, making sure the wands were set to a lower level of vibration than they had been with the previous group.

While the little girls waited, giggling nervously and turning their heads to look at each other, a line of ten naked women slowly came forward, many already masturbating. They had to bunch in tightly, each woman wrapping an arm around the waist or shoulder of the woman next to her. In a row behind them were more women and teenage girls, all prepared to replace any of the others as soon as they were needed. Most of them were masturbating too.

When all appeared to be set, Julie smiled at the kids and asked, “Okay, is everyone ready?”

She was answered with nods and grins from all ten girls. Julie and Harriet leaned down and started turning on the vibrators. Instantly they heard moans and squeals and saw the children begin to writhe.

The women standing above the girls rubbed themselves. Their eyes looked not only down at the kids but back and forth at one another. It had been agreed that they would attempt, as best they could, to climax at about the same time. That might not be easy, but they would try.

During the next minute or so, no words were said. The only sounds in the room were the soft buzzing of the wands, the moans of the girls, the groans of the women, and the slushy plopping of wet pussies being vigorously fingered.

Someone came too soon. It was Eve. She couldn’t hold back and climaxed before any of the others — but Eve didn’t want to leave. She grunted and gasped, finishing, then started again.

Moments after that, the girls began to come: Bambi first, then Melissa, then Jemma. A few seconds later, Charlie came, then Paige, then Amanda. After her, it was Jordan, followed by Holly and Hailey at the exact same time, and then finally Debby. All ten girls had reached orgasm. Several were already on their way to a second orgasm, and there would be more.

Stephanie gritted her teeth as she stood over Melissa, rubbing her clit. She was right on the edge, almost ready to come, but she desperately wanted to wait. She glanced from side to side, trying to see who else might be ready, looking for signals. Everyone’s face was red. They were all sweating heavily and breathing hard. The smell of pussy in the room was nearly overpowering.

A deep shudder passed through Stephanie, a near climax, but pre-orgasmic. A thick drop of her juices fell from her cunt onto Melissa’s chin, just below her mouth. The girl reached out her tongue, trying to lick it up.

“Mmm, uhh, soon?” That was Angela, two women down from Stephanie, guiding the group. “Everyone, maybe, thirty seconds? Anyone… can’t get there?”

“Okay” “Uh-huh” “Yeah”  Angela received nods and whispers and signs of agreement from all. They were ready.

Meanwhile, more than half of the girls in front of them had reached climax for a second time. The kids were much louder now, starting to squeal as the vibrators droned on, incessantly stimulating their tiny pussies.

Stephanie looked down at Melissa, and then at her own daughters, Hailey and Holly. The twins had their eyes squeezed shut, their mouths hanging open. They were holding hands, fingers white with tension. Suddenly she saw their little bodies jolting, bucking under the straps. It definitely looked as if they were coming.

That was it, she couldn’t wait any longer. Stephanie closed her eyes and held her breath, preparing to gush all over Melissa — and then she heard the call: “Ready? Ready?? Now!!”

Yes!

Stephanie came, loudly and wetly, while around her nine other women came within a few seconds of each other. Several of the women squirted, spraying gooey tasty liquids all over the little girls.

The kids were coming too, of course. How could they not, with those vibrators buzzing and buzzing?

Panting, dripping, many still shuddering with residual spasms, the first line of women broke up and moved away. The next row quickly replaced them. It wasn’t entirely women this time. Half of this group were teenagers.

Again they bunched in close, arms around each other, and again they masturbated — although in this round they had less success in timing their orgasms and really didn’t try very hard to do so. They came when they wanted to, most of them climaxing as soon as they could, within a minute or less. Everyone was so highly aroused that it took very little additional stimulation to put them over the top.

Some backed off when they finished climaxing, but others stayed put, wanting to come again and again on top of the little girls. Each one who moved aside was replaced by another eager to come hard and drip her pussy juice on the children.

At last, it wound down. The masturbators were drained, spent, depleted. They collapsed onto sofas and chairs, or simply onto the floor.

Harriet and Julie shut off the vibrators and removed all the straps. The panting, sweaty, cum-covered little girls were given wet washcloths, clean towels, and bottles of water. Most recovered surprisingly fast, soon sitting up and chattering, laughing together as they compared their sexy experiences.

Continue on to Chapter 59

1

Error happened.

By Naughty Mommy

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

It took a few minutes for Paige to relax with Amanda on top of her and then really start to get into what the girl was doing. Both kids were naked, lying on the carpeted floor of the main saloon in the Carte Blanche, surrounded by more than two dozen other women and girls. All were nude or practically nude, and all were engaged in some form of lesbian sex.

Paige had seen tribbing before, had watched it happen, but this was her first time to experience it. She wasn’t exactly sure what she was supposed to do, being on the bottom… but as Amanda continued moving back and forth on her, and as Paige forced herself to stop thinking so much and just be in the moment, her response occurred naturally.

She closed her eyes and felt the warmth of the girl’s body on hers. As Paige opened her legs a little wider and started rocking her pelvis in time with Amanda’s actions, their smooth pussies came together. Arousal increased, juices began to flow, their labia parted, erect clits met and kissed.

Paige shuddered and wrapped her arms more tightly around Amanda. Yes, this is what she’d wanted to feel. She crossed her ankles behind the girl’s bottom. Amanda moved faster. Paige bucked beneath her. They were both very wet, really fucking now, getting hot and quickly getting close. The bees were buzzing like crazy inside Paige — that pulsing, swirling, tingling vibration that told her she was almost ready to come.

Above them, the girls’ mothers were watching — and not only watching, but also having sex. Tina was fucking Eve with her finger while she watched her little girl, Amanda, fuck Eve’s daughter pussy to pussy. Eve had an arm around Tina’s waist. Her other hand was between Tina’s legs, rubbing her clit. The women kissed a few times but mostly kept their eyes on the girls, occasionally talking to them, encouraging them.

On the padded bench in the center of the room, Charlie now had her hand all the way up inside Dani’s vagina, fisting the teenager. Dani’s head was thrown back, her eyes squeezed shut, face in a grimace. She was breathing hard, her body gleaming with a sheen of sweat. Julie was leaning over Dani, licking and sucking her clit. Meanwhile, Bambi was kneeling on the floor between Julie’s legs, eating her, and Julie was getting very close herself.

Lifting her face briefly from Dani’s crotch, Julie said to Bambi, “Wait, wait, wait, honey — not so fast — I don’t wanna come yet.”

“Okay,” Bambi giggled. She knew that some women were that way. They liked to get right to the edge and stay there. She could do that for her. Although only 10 years old, Bambi was extremely experienced sexually. She delighted in giving pleasure to women and girls, doing whatever would excite them the most.

Watching Charlie with Dani, Holly said, “Mommy, I… I wanna try that. Can I? Can I do it after that other girl? After Charlie?”

Stephanie studied her daughter’s face. Holly’s eyes were wide, her look bright and eager. Turning to Hailey, sitting on her other knee, Stephanie saw the same expression.

Hailey nodded, “Yeah, I wanna do it too. I really really want to. Can I, Mommy, after Holly?”

“Yes, well, I suppose you both can, assuming Dani is still ready for more,” Stephanie told the girls, kissing their cheeks. “We’ll have to see how she feels first, all right?”

The twins nodded in unison. “Okay.”

Stephanie hugged the kids, arms wrapped around their little waists. Her fingers were between her daughters’ legs, fondling their bald pussies. She kissed their cheeks again, feeling deep love and strong lust in equal measure.

Gwen gasped as the big plastic cock pushed even deeper inside her. She had never felt anything remotely like this in her entire life. Abby, the tall blonde 19-year-old, was fucking Gwen with a strap-on dildo, standing behind her, holding the girl’s hips, slowly guiding the pink phallus in and out of Gwen’s pussy.

It was hard for Gwen to think, or even to see anything. Her eyes were watering, her heart pounding, her clit throbbing. She was leaning over the bench and had been fingering Charlie while the little girl fisted Dani. But now, as she felt an orgasm quickly approaching while Abby fucked her, Gwen’s hand between Charlie’s legs was almost still. She tried to catch her breath but couldn’t. She dropped her head, resting it on Charlie’s little bottom. Grunting, gasping, Gwen started to come.

Georgia and Bridget were in a chair, with Bridget seated and Georgia straddling the brunette. They were kissing deeply, Georgia grinding her pussy into the other woman’s lap. Bridget’s little girl, Debby, was in a chair next to theirs, Bridget reaching across to hold her hand.

Melissa, Georgia’s oldest daughter, was kneeling in front of Debby, licking her. Lying on the floor under Melissa was Kelly. She had a finger up inside the 12-year-old and was sucking her clit. Jemma, Georgia’s younger daughter, only 8 years old, was eating Kelly, while Carol was on her back beneath Jemma. The woman had a hand working between her own legs, masturbating while she hungrily licked the child’s pussy.

Carol’s daughter, Stacie, was near them, kneeling on the floor with her face buried between Ana’s thighs, eating the curvy chef, who was seated on a sofa. Ana, meanwhile, was holding Jordan, Stacie’s little girl, her hands cupping the child’s bottom, pulling her hairless pussy to her mouth — and 7-year-old Jordan was basically riding the woman’s tongue. It wasn’t quite the same as playing Pony, but it was close enough. Jordan was almost ready to come.

As Gwen climaxed, Abby didn’t stop, not even for a moment. She continued fucking the tall athletic teenager from behind, holding her firmly by the hips, shoving the strap-on deep inside her cunt.

On a sofa nearby, Angela was lying naked on her back, legs spread wide. Jenifer, Ana’s daughter, was crouched on the sofa, finger-fucking the blonde and licking her clit. Harriet, the yacht’s very curvy engineer, was kneeling beside Angela, fondling and sucking her nipples.

Then Angela said, “Fuck my tits!”

Harriet lifted her mouth from a breast. “Eh?”

“Fuck my tits. I want your fucking pussy on my tits. Fuck my nipples with your cunt.”

Grinning, Harriet got to her feet. The nude woman climbed onto the sofa and positioned her thick pussy lips directly over a stiff nipple. After parting her labia with her fingers, she lowered herself and began to fuck Angela’s tit.

“Lord, but you are delectable,” Caroline murmured, after another swallow of Erin’s copious juices.

Raising her head slightly for a good look at the teenager’s luscious pussy, Caroline licked her lips. She gazed at the swollen pink labia, at the thatch of curly orange-red pubic hair matted with Caroline’s saliva and the girl’s fluids, at the beckoning dark hole of her vagina. With a smile, she lowered her mouth again and slithered her tongue deep inside Erin, pushing into her cunt as far as it would go before pulling her tongue out again.

She swallowed, and sighed with pleasure, “Lord, so delectable.”

Erin loved being eaten that way. It reminded her of the things her mother, Sheila, would do when they made love. And Erin loved eating pussy too. Right now her lips and tongue were working on Fiona, her little sister, bringing the girl close to climax.

Meanwhile, Fiona was supposed to be licking Caroline. They were on the floor in a three-way daisy chain. The 12-year-old was finding it very difficult, however, to focus on the pussy in front of her when she was feeling all squirmy and hot and jittery — getting ready to come. Fiona really tried her best, though. She took a deep breath and sucked even more intently on the erect clit between her lips.

A loud cry, almost a scream, signaled an orgasm. It was Veronica. She was sitting on a bar stool, pulling Desiree’s face hard against her pussy, coming in her mouth. Right after that, others followed quickly. It seemed to be contagious.

With her face still pulled tightly into Veronica’s crotch, Desiree came as Sheila licked and fingered her from behind. Gwen then climaxed again as Abby fucked her, and Dani came very loudly with Charlie fisting her. On the floor beside the bench, Paige squealed as a powerful orgasm surged through her. Seconds later, Amanda climaxed on top of Paige, fucking her friend, pussy to pussy. When Eve saw her daughter Paige reach orgasm, she came too, with Amanda’s mother, Tina, finger-fucking her.

Jordan came in Ana’s face, riding her hard, and then Ana was ready too. She’d been holding back, waiting for Jordan, but now the woman let go, flooding Stacie’s mouth with her juices.

Georgia climaxed nearby, kissing and humping Bridget, shuddering and groaning, squirting all over the woman’s lap.

As soon as Eve finished coming, she returned her focus to Tina, masturbating the cute young woman with the dimples, rubbing Tina’s clit and soon bringing her to orgasm as they gazed down at their naked daughters intertwined on the floor.

Not far away from them on the carpeted floor, Fiona came in Erin’s mouth, and a few seconds after that, Erin climaxed in Caroline’s mouth.

A chain reaction occurred next. Debby reached orgasm with Melissa licking her, and then in quick succession Melissa came in Kelly’s mouth, Kelly came in Jemma’s mouth, Jemma came in Carol’s mouth, and finally Carol brought herself with her fingers.

Angela grabbed Harriet, pulling the full-bodied woman off her tit and onto her face. She wanted that fleshy cunt in her mouth. She wanted to make her come, taste her juices.

It didn’t take long. Harriet was extremely turned on from riding Angela’s nipples, fucking them with her pussy. Now as she felt the blonde woman’s tongue expertly licking her clit, and felt a finger reaching up inside her — no, it was two fingers, one in her cunt and one in her ass — she closed her eyes and welcomed the delicious onset of a huge wet climax. Blimey, Harriet loved sex!

Most of the orgasms were over, but not all.

After drenching Bridget’s lap as she came on top of her, Georgia slid down onto the floor, kneeling between the woman’s legs. She fastened her mouth over Bridget’s pussy, licking and sucking, and in less than half a minute Bridget was coming in her mouth.

Jenifer continued working on Angela. She thought she might already have made her come at least once, although she wasn’t certain. Angela moved a lot, almost constantly humping and bucking her cunt against Jenifer’s lips and tongue and fingers. It was hard to tell if she was actually climaxing or just very aroused.

But Jenifer kept it up, licking and sucking and rubbing while also glancing up occasionally at Harriet, watching the woman ride Angela’s face. Then she was rewarded. Only seconds after she heard Harriet cry out, making a sound Jenifer knew from experience meant she was coming, Angela climaxed too. And this time it was unmistakable: a huge shudder of her exquisite body, and then a sudden gush of thick sweet-tasting fluids from her vagina into Jenifer’s mouth. The younger woman smiled, swallowing and savoring the taste, so pleased to bring this beautiful woman sexual satisfaction.

The final orgasm of that round was Gwen’s. She came for the third time with Abby fucking her, and that was enough. “That’s all, please, no more,” the girl begged.

Carefully, gently, Abby withdrew the plastic cock from Gwen’s vagina. Without unstrapping it from her waist, she twisted the phallus piece, releasing the connection, and raised it to her mouth. Abby wanted a taste of Gwen. As she sucked on the dildo, the tall slender blonde slowly looked around the room, wondering who she should fuck next.

Bambi got up from where she’d been kneeling in front of Julie. As requested, she had not brought her to a climax. Trembling and smiling a bit unsteadily, Julie patted the girl on the shoulder and thanked her. Bambi noticed that she was caressing her belly too, which was sort of bulging. She remembered then that she had seen Julie drinking an awful lot of stuff during their earlier break.

The blonde child smiled to herself. She’d heard about that too, though she hadn’t actually seen it before. Something about having to pee and not doing it was supposed to get some people super excited. And that was cool. Whatever would make anyone happy was fine with her.

Then Bambi turned to Gwen, who was leaning heavily on the bench next to Charlie. Sweat dripped from Gwen’s face. She panted heavily, gasping for air, swallowing repeatedly. Bambi lightly stroked her hair, kissing her shoulder. Gwen smiled weakly at her.

Eve came over to her daughter. “Sweetheart, how are you doing? Are you okay?”

Finally starting to catch her breath, Gwen looked up. “I’m, uh… I’m great, Mom, I mean… so, so, fucking great… that was awesome!”

Abby now knew who would be next. She hooked the dildo back onto the strap around her waist, then reached down and picked up the bottle of lube, preparing for another entry.

Julie went to Dani, leaning over the girl, stroking her brow. “Hey hon, how you feeling?”

“Omigod, just — just — I want more!”

Chuckling, Julie said, “All right, babe, you can have more. I’m sure you’ll have plenty of volunteers.”

After kissing both Erin and Fiona, thanking them, Caroline got up from the floor. She hadn’t climaxed with Fiona licking her, but that was fine. She’d had a wonderful time eating Erin, and anyway, she had a sure-fire method of reaching a mind-blowing orgasm anytime she wanted one.

The captain stepped over to the bench, taking her little girl, Charlie, into her arms. The child’s hand and wrist were covered with Dani’s juices. Caroline kissed Charlie on the mouth, and the girl responded, happily parting her lips. Mother and daughter kissed deeply, tongues playing.

Stephanie got to her feet. Holding the twins’ hands in hers, she said to Julie and Dani, “Can she… is it all right if Holly goes next? And then Hailey after her?”

Dani nodded, grinning, “Sure, that sounds great! I love having little girls fuck me!”

Harriet finished coming in Angela’s mouth. Cor, but that was a big one. The woman shuddered a few more times, then slowly lifted herself off the sexy blonde’s face. Angela smiled up at her, licking her lips. As Harriet stood, Angela swung her legs around, sitting up. Harriet sat heavily beside her on the sofa, panting, still feeling residual spasms from her powerful orgasm.

Angela turned to Jenifer, taking both hands in hers. She tenderly kissed the young woman’s fingers. “¡Les agradezco mucho, encantadora chica!” 

Jenifer beamed. “¡De nada, mujer muy hermosa!” 

They kissed, twice, and then Angela got up, going over to Gwen.

Even while Angela had been involved with Jenifer and Harriet, she’d sensed what else was going on in the room, particularly with her own daughter, Bambi, but also with her special friends, Eve, Gwen, and Paige. Now she was concerned with Gwen, who was being attended by her mother, Eve, and also by Bambi.

Angela approached the tall teenager, placing a hand on her cheek, then gently kissing her mouth. “How are you, love?” she asked.

“I’m, uh, I’m good. Did you see, um, did you see what happened?”

“Yes, I did,” Angela smiled, “or, anyway, I knew what happened. You seemed to be enjoying yourself.”

“Yeah, that’s for sure. It was great.”

They stepped away from the bench, making room so Stephanie could lift her daughter, Holly, onto it. Julie helped Stephanie apply some lube to the little girl’s hand and arm.

From her seat on the sofa, Harriet caught a glimpse of something that made her clit start to throb again. She put a hand between her legs, rubbing herself. Harriet loved redheads. What grabbed her attention now was Erin. She saw the girl sitting on the floor with her little sister, that tiny brunette, Fiona, also mighty fit.

Harriet got up and went over to them. Both girls smiled as they saw the woman coming their way. Putting on what she hoped was her most seductive look, Harriet said, “Would you fancy a muff dive with me then?”

Stephanie and Julie showed Holly what to do. Dani’s vagina was well-expanded by this point, loose and warm and wet. Holly’s little hand was still a tight fit, but there wasn’t much resistance. Her bunched fingers slipped in up to the first knuckle, then the second knuckle, as Dani groaned in pleasure.

“Hailey, honey,” Stephanie said to her other daughter, “lay down on the floor, okay? Right under me.”

“Under you?”

“That’s right, baby. I want you to… lick me, while I’m watching Holly.”

“Okay.”

Hailey arranged herself under her mommy. Stephanie knelt, lowering her pussy onto Hailey’s face, gasping and shivering with excitement as the child begin to lick her.

Caroline set Charlie down. The little girl got to her knees. She knew what was wanted. Standing with her feet wide apart, Caroline reached between her legs and pulled open her labia, exposing her cunt to the 7-year-old. Charlie smiled. She licked her lips, and then, with her tongue at the side of her mouth, placed the tips of her still-wet fingers at the opening to her mother’s vagina and began to push her hand up inside.

“Hey,” Abby said to Eve.

“Oh, hi.”

“You saw me fucking your daughter?”

“Uh, yes, I did.”

“Now I want to fuck you.”

“What?”

Abby held the plastic cock in her hand, brandishing it. “I want to fuck your cunt. I fucked the daughter, now I want to fuck the mom.”

Sheila stood, wiping her mouth, sucking her fingers, enjoying the flavor of Desiree’s pussy. Now she wanted more sex with more young girls. As she turned to survey the room, her eyes fell on Paige, the 11-year-old stunner, lying on the floor with 10-year-old Amanda on top of her.

“Oh, Jesus Christ, yes,” Sheila said to herself. Ever since she’d met Paige the first time and then masturbated in the bathroom at the party while fantasizing about her, she’d badly wanted to fuck the girl. This was her chance, at last.

The auburn-haired woman massaged her breasts, pinching the nipples. She squeezed her legs together and licked her lips. Then she went over to the girls.

Desiree straightened up, grinning at Veronica, who slipped off the bar stool and wrapped her arms around the teen. They kissed, Veronica tasting herself on the young blonde’s lips.

After she’d finished climaxing in Ana’s mouth, Jordan had slid down into the buxom woman’s arms. Ana hugged and kissed the girl, soothing her, petting her. Stacie, Jordan’s mom, got up from where she’d been kneeling between Ana’s thighs. She sat beside them on the long curving sofa, and joined Ana in caressing and kissing the panting child.

Jenifer, Ana’s daughter, came over to them. She took a seat next to Stacie, gently rubbing her arm. Stacie smiled at her, then said, “Do you, um, do you want my daughter too?”

“No,” the smoky brunette shook her head, “she is, for me, ah… demasiado pequeña.”

Stacie frowned. She knew almost no Spanish.

“She say this girl is still too small, too young for her,” Ana explained, patting Jordan’s back. “My daughter, she likes girls, women, her same age. Teenagers, maybe, pero not this young.”

Jenifer pointed to Stacie. “I want you. YOU.”

“Oh! Okay, that sounds good,” Stacie grinned.

Georgia lifted her mouth from between Bridget’s legs. She grinned as she saw that Bridget was still overcome after her recent climax, panting, eyes closed, hands clutching her breasts. Georgia turned, looking for someone, a trio of someones — and found them.

Bridget’s little girl Debby was in a chair right next to them. The 9-year-old was recovering from her own orgasm, breathing hard but otherwise doing fine, smiling broadly, her cute face aglow with excitement. Georgia noticed the adorable gap between Debby’s front teeth. What a charmer she was!

“Debby, sweet,” Georgia held her hand out to the girl, beckoning, “come here, love.”

At the same time she motioned to her own daughters, Melissa and Jemma. Melissa got up from in front of Debby, where she’d been licking her. Debby slid out of the chair and came to Georgia.

Jemma stood up too. The 8-year-old had just finished eating Kelly while at the same time being eaten by Carol. She was grinning happily. This was not an especially unusual occurrence for her. She and her sister and her mum often had group sex with lots of other women and girls. Jemma loved it. She couldn’t get enough.

Georgia took Jemma’s hand. She was already holding Debby’s. Then she said to Melissa, “Be an angel, and fetch the lube right quick, eh?”

The 12-year-old nodded and stepped over to grab the bottle. She handed it to her mother.

Bridget took a deep breath and opened her eyes. Something was going on, but she wasn’t quite sure what. She watched as Georgia, the sexy blonde first mate from New Zealand, squirted and rubbed a glistening liquid all over Debby’s hand and lower arm, then did the same with Jemma.

Kelly pushed herself up on an elbow, cocking her head, puzzled. What were they going to do?

Veronica and Desiree finished kissing. After tweaking the cute girl’s nose, loving the way she giggled, Veronica led Desiree over to Carol. The older woman was sitting on the floor, leaning back on her hands and looking around, smiling contentedly. Veronica knew that her big sister had made all this possible, splitting the cost of the luxury yacht excursion with Angela.

“Feeling proud of yourself?” Veronica grinned.

Carol looked up at them, winking, “Damn right. This couldn’t have turned out any better, wouldn’t you agree?”

“Sure, absolutely, it’s fantastic. But we’re not done yet. I think I saw you making eyes at this little beauty earlier tonight.” Veronica indicated the diminutive teen. “Would you like to sit on her pretty face now, and have her eat your pussy?”

Rubbing her hands together, Carol chuckled, “Would I? You bet I would!”

Abby had Eve bent over one end of the padded bench, just past the spot where Holly was fisting Dani. Eve grunted, taking the swift thrusts as Abby fucked her from behind with the dildo. She could hear the tall blonde muttering, apparently to herself, “Fuck the mom, fuck the mom, I’m fucking Mommy, fucking Mommy, I’m fucking Mommy!”

Next to them, Angela was kissing Gwen, holding her face in her hands, murmuring softly to her, soothing the teenager — while also arousing her with her kisses. Gwen’s hands had gone to Angela’s breasts, feeling the perfect globes, fondling the hard nipples. And down on the floor, kneeling between their legs, Bambi was doing some soothing of her own, gently licking Gwen’s pussy.

After finishing another bottle of water, Julie came over to Angela. Now she crouched behind the woman, spreading her butt cheeks, peering in at the puckered asshole. She licked her, rimming her, hearing Angela moan in response. Julie slid a hand between the blonde’s legs, rubbing her labia, feeling her wetness. As she continued licking, she slid a finger up inside Angela, fucking her cunt.

“Can we do Pony-Pony?” Jordan said to Ana. The little girl was completely rested now after her orgasm and ready for more.

“Pony-Pony?” Ana smiled, shaking her head. “I do not know this. What is it?”

“It’s a game. A good game. I know how.”

“Okay, mi dulce niña,” the woman nodded, “you show me how.”

“You lay down.”

Ana did, and Jordan climbed on top of her.

Bridget was shocked, stunned, surprised — not appalled or anything like that, in fact she was very excited — but she certainly hadn’t anticipated this!

Under Georgia’s guidance, Debby had placed her lubricated fingers at the entrance to Bridget’s vagina. Now she was beginning to push them in. Bridget’s 9-year-old daughter was going to fist her! Her own little girl was going to fuck her cunt!!

At the same time, Jemma was crouching between Georgia’s legs, pushing her small hand up inside her mother. It made the child smile. She loved doing this. Almost as long as she could remember, since she was just tiny, she’d been able to play games like this with her mum and her sis.

Kelly watched what Debby and Jemma were doing for maybe half a minute, her eyes wide, mouth hanging open. Then she noticed Melissa, Jemma’s big sister, getting into position under the little girl, starting to eat her.

Now Kelly was inspired, motivated. She quickly just scooted over and put her head under Debby, between her legs. She pulled her lover’s sweet hairless pussy down to her mouth and began to lick.

Standing naked near the center of the room, Tina slowly turned in a circle. She saw middle-aged women, young women, teenagers, adolescents, even several little girls as young as 7 or 8 years old, friends, lovers, mothers, daughters, aunts, nieces, sisters — all having sex. So much was happening everywhere, all around her, almost any variation you could imagine. What a thing to see!

On the floor at her feet, Sheila was on top of Paige, tribbing with her, fucking her. The woman had told Amanda, Tina’s daughter, to stay close, right alongside Paige, because she would be next. Both girls seemed more than happy to comply.

How very far Tina had come in less than a week: from being almost totally inexperienced (except with her daughter) to arriving at this incredible lesbian orgy, where she could do anything she wanted with anyone she wanted. But who should she choose?

Then she saw Jenifer arranging herself on one of the sofas, lying on her back, helping Stacie to sit on her face. Jenifer was exceptionally beautiful, with that dark exotic Mediterranean appeal and a spectacular figure. Tina never would have believed before this that she could have sex with a woman like that. But now she could.

She took a few steps over to her, placing a hand on Jenifer’s knee. After a quick glance, Jenifer smiled and spread her legs apart, arching her pelvis, openly offering her pussy to Tina.

Emma paced back and forth on the bridge. It would still be another 45 minutes until she could join the fun again. Could she wait that long? She would have to. She had no choice.

Cursing again in colorful Greek, she sat down once more at the monitors to watch. Then she smiled. If nothing else, this was by far the hottest pornography she had ever seen. No matter where you looked or however long you searched, you would never find anything more erotic than this. She slid a hand back down inside her shorts.

Almost as if on cue, within seconds after Emma took her seat, the orgasms started coming in rapid-fire, one after another.

Dani climaxed again, with Holly fisting her this time. As she witnessed that, Stephanie came in Hailey’s mouth, gushing all over her little girl’s face. Caroline reached a screaming orgasm with her daughter Charlie fucking her cunt with her fist. Pounded from behind by the strap-on dildo, Eve climaxed. On the floor nearby, Sheila furiously humped Paige, fucking the gorgeous 11-year-old until the girl cried out in climactic passion. Sheila quickly came too, on top of Paige, and then immediately shifted just to the side, mounting Amanda, fucking the 10-year-old with her pussy.

Georgia came with her daughter Jemma fisting her, and a few moments later Jemma came in her big sister Melissa’s mouth. Debby came right after that with Kelly licking her, and when Bridget saw this, she came too with Debby’s hand up inside her cunt. A daisy-chain on the floor near them yielded three almost simultaneous orgasms: Erin coming in Fiona’s mouth, Fiona coming in Harriet’s mouth, and Harriet coming in Erin’s mouth. Sitting atop Desiree, grinding her pussy on the teenager’s face, Carol exploded into orgasm. Desiree followed a minute later, climaxing as Veronica licked her.

On the long curving sofa, Jenifer brought Stacie to orgasm, and then Jenifer came in Tina’s mouth. Next to them, Jordan moved faster-faster-faster on top of the pretty lady with the big boobs, playing Pony-Pony with her. Both reached climax at the same moment. With Angela kissing her and Bambi licking her, Gwen experienced a long, shuddering, delicious orgasm. Angela came just after her, brought off by Julie’s finger-fucking in both holes.

Finally, after the staccato bursts of more than twenty loud orgasms in the space of a few minutes, the room gradually began to quiet. Scattered moans and gasps and sighs could be heard, and the air was, of course, flooded with the intoxicating aroma of feminine ecstasy.

The action wasn’t quite finished, however. Sheila was still fucking Amanda, intent on bringing the little girl. That didn’t take much longer. Sheila humped and humped and humped — then Amanda started to come, Sheila came — and beside them, Paige came as well, masturbating as she watched the sexy display.

Caroline, too, wanted one more orgasm, urging Charlie to pump her fist harder and harder up inside her. The child happily did as her mother asked, and soon the final ecstatic cries rang out, “Yes! Fuck me! Fuck Mummy! Fuck Mummy! Yes! Mummy’s coming, little girl!!”

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