Juicy Secrets Forbidden Tales of Lesbian Love

By Naughty Mommy

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Bridget, Debby, and Fiona laughed as a small wave broke against them, foamy water swirling around their hips. Holding hands with the girls, Bridget led them into the ocean.

Fiona noticed that they were walking in the direction of another woman, a blonde, who was with a teenage brunette, and those two were coming from further out straight toward them. What really caught her attention, though, was the bathing suit the woman was wearing. It was white, one-piece, but when wet it was virtually transparent. You could see everything! Dark nipples, big boobs, her navel, and then, as the woman moved into shallower water, oh my god, look at that! You could see her— her everything, just like she was naked!!

Angela approached them, smiling as she saw the reaction her sheer suit provoked. The barely pubescent brunette, a girl of about 11 or 12, was openly gawking at her body. A younger brunette, maybe 8 or 9, was also examining her, and so was the woman with whom Angela had made such meaningful eye contact earlier.

“Hi,” she called to them, “it’s beautiful, isn’t it?”

“Yes, it is,” Bridget grinned, her gaze taking in Angela’s figure.

“My name is Angela,” said the shapely blonde, holding out her hand. “This is Gwen.”

Bridget took her hand. “Hi, I’m Bridget. This is my daughter Debby and my niece Fiona.”

Fiona was a little surprised at the way they’d just walked right up to each other and said hello, almost like they’d planned it in advance or something. When she was finally able to tear her eyes away from Angela’s practically nude body to look at Gwen, she discovered to her surprise that the tall slim brunette with the ponytail was staring at her chest, at her nipples! Then she remembered that she was wearing a very revealing suit herself, a tiny bikini her mom had picked out for her. The top was a narrow strip of cloth with no shoulder straps, and it barely covered anything. Not that she had much to cover, just little buds, but the cool water made her nipples poke through the thin fabric and Gwen certainly seemed to be enjoying the view.

“Hello, Fiona, what a lovely girl you are.”

“Huh? Oh, hi, um, thanks.” As Fiona belatedly took Angela’s hand, she saw that the woman too was studying her erect nipples while doing nothing at all to hide it. She felt self-conscious, but also proud in a way that she actually could attract the attention of the teenager and the older woman.

“And hello, Debby, it’s very nice to meet you,” Angela said, turning to the younger girl. “I love your little bikini, it’s so cute. Do you mind turning around so I can see the back?”

“Okay.”

Debby turned, and Bridget briefly felt embarrassed that she had bought her daughter such a skimpy bikini. The top was blue with silver sequins, just a pair of triangles on the girl’s flat chest. The bottom was in a ‘cheeky’ cut, allowing more than half of her little bum to show. Bridget loved seeing Debby in it, though, and she couldn’t miss the approving looks that both Angela and Gwen were giving her now, as they also had to Fiona.

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As she molded wet sand into the appearance of a woman’s body, Paige felt uneasy. When she’d created a topless mermaid the day before with the assistance of Gwen and Bambi, that had seemed mostly innocent. But now Bambi was insisting that they sculpt images of three women in the sand, lying beside each other, holding hands, sunbathing nude. And these were not just any women either — they were supposed to be Tina, Angela, and Eve, the girls’ moms!

She knew the shape of her mother’s body well enough. It was easy to observe when Eve wore a two-piece suit, as she had today. With her artist’s eye, Paige instinctively picked up small details she could include that would bring the sand sculpture to life, make it real. Still, it seemed kind of weird, really weird in fact, to be doing this, producing a likeness of her naked mother right out here in public. It felt weird, and yet… and yet it was also strangely exciting.

While she worked, Paige helped Bambi and Amanda too, showing them how to mold the forms with a subtle quality of individuality, giving each sand woman her own personality. The other girls were delighted with the results. Only half done, they were actually able to see their moms emerging there in front of them. A small crowd began to gather, observing the process and marveling at the results.

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Eve tried to stop herself from trembling as she held Tina’s hand. It was only the night before that she’d had her very first experience with lesbian sex, and now it seemed as if she soon might have the chance to make love with another woman, with Tina.

It was all so sudden, but Eve was thrilled. As she’d told Angela, she could see at age 39 that she’d been waiting a long time for something special to happen, something new in her life — and this certainly qualified! She felt deeply happy and also very grateful, not to mention highly aroused. Her nipples were stiff and throbbing, and as she squeezed her legs together she could feel the dampness in the crotch of her bathing suit.

“So, uh, you said you never married?”

“That’s right,” Tina nodded.

“Is that because you… well, because you prefer women?”

The younger brunette grinned, “No, I, I mean, yeah, um, maybe I do. I think I do. But I… I have to be honest. I’m not, you know, very experienced. I mean, actually, I’ve… I’ve never been with a woman.”

She felt her face coloring, however, as she thought about all the things she’d done with her daughter. That absolutely was lesbian sex, even if Amanda was only a 10-year-old girl and not a woman. So was she really being honest? Should she tell Eve the truth? But how could she? What would the woman think of her?

Eve squeezed her hand. “I’m glad you said that. I’m not very experienced either. Not at all. My first time was, well, I mean, it was just last night. With Angela.”

“Really?”

“Uh-huh.”

“Wow. You seem, I don’t know, sort of more confident, more sure of yourself than that. Like you’ve done this a lot or something.”

That made Eve smile. “I don’t always feel confident inside, but I’m working on it. Angela has helped me more than you can imagine. She’s, um, she’s showing me how to open all these doors that I’ve kept closed for a long time.”

“Doors? What do you mean?”

Eve released Tina’s hand and began to slide her fingertips slowly up the inside of the woman’s arm. The touch of her fingers on the tender skin made Tina shiver with arousal.

“What I mean is I’m starting to look at other possibilities now too,” Eve said softly. “Not just women, but… other possibilities too. Younger ones.”

“You mean…… girls?”

Looking straight into Tina’s eyes, Eve nodded, “Uh-huh.”

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Amanda knew her mother’s body very well. She and Tina not only slept naked together every night, but spent many happy hours touching each other, offering affection, giving pleasure, sharing sexual excitement. She didn’t think of it in those terms, of course. For her, it was a simply a wonderful mommy showing her daughter how to masturbate, and in return, letting her daughter help her feel good.

Now, as she created an image of her mother in the sand, it felt almost as if she really was with her mom, caressing her. She could practically feel that warm moist spot between her legs, the place she loved to touch more than any other. Patting the wet sand, forming the exact shape of her mother’s vulva, the 10-year-old girl felt a familiar arousal, a tingling between her own legs. She badly wanted to be with her mom at that moment, to slide into bed with her, kiss her, have her mommy touch her all over everywhere, make her so excited until—

Amanda suddenly realized that people were staring. She was breathing hard and she knew she had to be red in the face. I guess maybe I’d better work on her hair or something else for a while, she told herself. As she shifted around toward the top of the three life-size sand sculptures, she noticed Bambi grinning at her.

The little blonde, the one both their moms said could be her twin, hopped up and came over to kneel beside Amanda, whispering in her ear, “You like your mom a lot, I know, I can tell. But don’t worry, it’s okay. I like my mommy a lot too, the same as you do.”

Bambi gave her a little hug and kissed her on the cheek before returning to her own work. It made Amanda feel better, although she was still embarrassed.

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The sun, the rum, and especially the memory, still so fresh, of having hot sex that morning with her daughter Erin… it all combined to make Sheila incredibly aroused.

The 35-year-old woman reclined in her beach chair, slathered in oil, the top of her bikini untied and laid across her large breasts, barely covering the nipples. She wore a light straw hat with a wide brim. Under a pair of dark glasses, her eyes were closed. The tall glass beside her was empty. A big towel draped over her middle hid Sheila’s hand, which was inside her loosened bikini bottoms. She was masturbating and getting very close.

Sitting nearby in the shade, Erin watched her mom. She knew what she was doing, of course. She knew how much her mother loved to masturbate, how much she loved sex. It was exciting to see how bold she was, playing with herself like that in public! Erin would never be brave enough to do such a thing, but it really turned her on.

Just then she noticed that her Aunt Bridget was on her way back along with the girls, and two strangers were with them as well. “Uh, Mom? Better be careful…”

Sheila opened her eyes, but didn’t take her fingers away from her clit. She glanced down at herself. Well, maybe that is a bit too obvious, she thought. Then she raised one knee and pulled the beach towel up over it, tenting it. There, now no one can tell. She continued masturbating.

Angela wasn’t fooled for an instant by the ruse with the beach towel. Even from far away she’d been able to detect that the busty auburn-haired woman in the lounge chair was rubbing herself. She had an acute sense for such things. And she also had a strong admiration for a person so devoted to her own sexual pleasure. What she saw increased her confidence that she could bring these two moms — and their three daughters — inside her widening circle of incestuous lesbian playmates.

As they reached the blankets laid out on the sand marking the group’s spot, Angela grinned when the redheaded teenager’s mouth dropped open. The girl was goggling at her.

Erin had never seen a bathing suit like that in her life. Was it even legal? The blonde lady was dripping wet and her suit was almost totally transparent. You could see everything — the woman’s big tits, her nipples, her totally shaved pussy — omigod, everything!! Erin crossed her legs and squeezed her thighs tightly together, stimulating her clit.

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“Can you make my mom’s legs open?” Bambi asked.

Paige wasn’t sure what she meant, and just looked at the girl quizzically.

“You know, so they’re open a little bit. Um, apart, I mean, so you can see more.”

The images of three nude women lying on their backs in the sand all had their legs together. Bambi’s mother, Angela, was in the middle. Paige had built the center figure’s basic outline to be slightly taller than the others, as she was in real life, and Bambi had made sure to give her mom much larger and more prominent breasts than the others, which Angela certainly possessed.

But to open her legs, to part her thighs, would be a bit of a challenge. And, Paige realized, it would also be, sort of… pornographic… but then, this was art, right? Besides, it was only a sand sculpture that soon enough would be washed away or kicked apart. So, she set herself to the task of spreading the middle woman’s legs open a little bit. Once she began, it was kind of fun to figure out just how she should do it.

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“Sheila and Erin,” said Bridget, “I’d like you to meet Angela and… Gwen, right?”

The tall brunette teen nodded.

“Gwen and Angela, this is my sister, Sheila, and her daughter, Erin.”

With her free hand, Sheila took off her sunglasses. Her other hand was still between her legs. She knew she ought to stand up, it would be the polite thing to do, but with all the rum in her system she wasn’t sure she could stand up. Besides that, she had no desire to stop rubbing herself, not after seeing the blonde woman’s sexy body so openly displayed, and not when she was getting so close!

“Hi,” she somehow managed to say, panting only slightly, “ah, you want, ah… I mean, can we give you something to drink? We have, ah…… a damn good… rum punch…”

Angela smiled at Sheila as she stepped closer to her. “Yes, I think I would like some. But don’t bother to get up. You’re busy. Just tell me where it is and I can serve myself.”

Bridget had to stifle a laugh. She knew very well what her sister was doing, and wasn’t surprised. But it was amusing to see how quickly Angela caught on and then actually joked with them about it.

“I’ll pour you some,” Bridget said, adding with a chuckle, “and I think I’ll have a little myself.”

They only had two glasses, so with bottled water Bridget rinsed out the one she’d used earlier. Filling the glass with rum punch from the second large thermos, she handed it to Angela, then poured a generous amount into a plastic cup for herself. “Want me to refill your glass, Shiel?”

“No, not… not yet…… just a… just a…… just a min—” and then Sheila came.

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