Juicy Secrets Forbidden Tales of Lesbian Love

By Naughty Mommy

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Holly, Hailey, and Jordan had tired of the arcade after an hour or so and were now ambling with Kelly along the beach not far from the condo. The little girls weren’t wearing bathing suits, but their shoes were off so they were wading in the shallow surf and also looking for shells and things.

Kelly’s cell phone rang. She dug it out of her backpack.

“Hi, Mom.”

“We’re all done here, sweetie,” Veronica told her. “You kids can come back now.”

“How’d it go?”

“It’s fine, everything’s fine. I’ll tell you more about it later, okay?”

“Okay. We’ll be there in a minute.”

When they arrived, Carol and Stacie were sitting outside on the deck, each with a beer. The three younger girls went upstairs to put their suits on, but Kelly was eager to learn what had happened. She found her moms in the kitchen, talking and drinking coffee.

“Well, we talked about, you know, what you and I saw, or heard, anyway, between Carol and Jordan,” Veronica told her daughter, “and, uh, also some things that happened last night, with me and Hailey, and with Mommy and Jordan.”

“You and Jordan?” Kelly looked at Stephanie.

“Yeah, well, that little girl can be pretty, um, adventurous in bed,” Stephanie chuckled. “And, I must say, I enjoyed it. But you slept with her that night in the motel, didn’t you? Did anything happen then?”

Kelly blushed. “Yeah. I mean, we kissed a lot and, um, we were naked and she was laying on top of me and stuff.”

“Did she do Pony-Pony?”

“What’s that? She said something about it, I think, but… what is Pony-Pony?”

“Well, it’s, hmm, I don’t know, maybe I should let her show you, when the time is right.” She glanced at the clock. “And speaking of time, I should get to the grocery store. I want to do barbecued chicken tonight, but I need to marinate it first.”

“Um, Mommy?” Kelly said.

“Yes, honey?”

“I was thinking, is it okay if we have Gwen and her mom and her sister come over for dinner tonight? Would that be all right? Could I ask them? Or maybe you ask them?”

“Sure, it’s fine with me,” Stephanie smiled. “You can ask them if you want to. I’ll get some extra chicken. And make sure you tell them we’re inviting them, all right? So they’ll know it’s okay. Although…”

She turned to Veronica. “Now that we, uh, now that we’ve decided to… to go ahead, do you think there’s any risk in having guests over?”

The older woman shrugged. “Regardless of what we do in bed, we’re not going to hide ourselves completely away from society, are we?”

“No, I suppose you’re right, we’re not. Anyway, don’t you worry about it, honey,” Stephanie said to Kelly. “Everything’s going to be fine.” She gave the teen a little hug and a kiss on the cheek. “You can have your friend over and we’ll have a good time tonight.”

“Okay. Thanks, Mommy.”

Stephanie turned back to Veronica. “I think I’ll ask Stacie if she wants to go to the store with me. That’ll give us more time to chat about all this.”

“Sounds good,” Veronica nodded. Stephanie kissed her lover on the lips, then walked outside.

“So, uh,” Kelly began, her eyes bright with curiosity, “what exactly did you do with Hailey last night, Mom?”

“Oh, well, uh, we were kissing, and then I…” Veronica took a deep breath. She was suddenly very nervous.

The adults had decided not to make a big deal out of the changed situation, at least not at the beginning. They wouldn’t have a group meeting with the kids or anything like that. Instead, they planned to just talk quietly with each of them as the opportunity arose. But Veronica had hoped that when the time came to talk with Kelly, she would feel more relaxed than she did right now.

Another deep breath. Okay, now just go ahead. “I… I guess you could say that I had sex with her. We were kissing, and I held her hand in mine and I rubbed it on my… on my clit, and I had an orgasm.”

“Wow.”

“I know. Wow.” She tried to chuckle. “Are you, are you okay with that?”

“Yeah, but — will you do it with me too?”

Veronica gulped. “Will I…”

“Hey, you guys!” It was Carol, coming in from the deck. She had Stacie and Stephanie behind her.

“Before they go to the store, we have to” — Carol saw the little girls coming down the stairs in their bikinis — “you kids too, come over here. We have to draw cards again, find out where everybody’s gonna sleep tonight, okay?”

So, they all gathered around as Carol shuffled the eight Uno cards, and then they each drew one. The results this time were Jordan 1, Holly 3, Hailey 4, Kelly 2, Stacie 4, Stephanie 2, Veronica 1, Carol 3. This meant Veronica and Jordan would take the big bed in the master bedroom, Stephanie and Kelly would be in the second bedroom, and Carol and Holly would share one bed in the third room, with Stacie and Hailey in the other bed.

To the kids, it was pretty much business as usual; they were familiar by this time with their nightly Musical Beds routine. But to the women, knowing they had now given themselves and each other full permission to do as they liked with the young girls — within reason, of course, and with the girl’s consent — it meant a long afternoon of wondering what might happen in bed that evening with their designated partners.

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After enjoying a long late breakfast in the penthouse suite with the others, Sheila, Bridget, and the girls headed home. They had some necessary chores to attend to, real life intruding on their illicit lesbian leisure time, and so they didn’t make any definite plans to get back together. But Sheila got Angela’s cell phone number and promised she would call her that afternoon to perhaps arrange something.

Bambi took the younger girls, Paige and Amanda, into her bedroom to play with Barbies, while Gwen stayed with the grownups to chat for a while. With all the intense activity of the night before — the exotic erotic dinner at the private club and then the round-robin incestuous orgy that followed it — none of them felt an immediate need for more sex, and it was actually rather nice just to sit and talk.

“So, have you thought more about it, Tina?” Angela asked at one point. “Doing what I suggested to find other moms like us who might live in your area?

The younger woman smiled, her dimples showing. “Not really. I haven’t had much time to think about anything with all the other stuff we’ve been doing.”

Angela winked at her.

“What was it you were going to do?” asked Eve.

“Oh, um, Angela said that if I, you know, maybe if I go online and look for stories about… well, about what we’ve been doing, you know, moms and their daughters, little girls…”

“Lesbian incest,” Angela interjected. “Just do a search for that. You’ll find that there are several very good story sites.”

“Right,” Tina nodded. “Lesbian incest.”

Gwen giggled, a bit nervously. It was incredible to actually hear people talk calmly about things that until now had been only the most bizarre and remote fantasies for her, exciting but totally unmentionable in conversation.

“So, you find those story sites, and then…?” Eve prompted Tina.

“Um, Angela said that maybe I should, like, leave comments on the stories I read and then kind of get to know some of the other people who leave comments, and maybe the authors too, and then by, um, by networking and everything, possibly find some people, some other moms, I mean, who might live near us. And then hopefully get together with them, actually meet them in person.”

“Wow.” Eve looked at Angela. “Do you really think that might work?”

“Of course,” replied the blonde. “Why wouldn’t it? As I was saying to Tina the other night, you would probably be amazed to learn how many women, especially mothers, harbor fantasies about incest, about sex with their young daughters, their cute little girls. In my experience I’ve found that it is very common, perhaps not universal, but close. It almost seems to be an instinct.”

“Wow,” Eva said again.

“And for some women, for quite a few, in fact, it’s not only fantasy but reality. As with you two, they have discovered the wonderful joy of having sex with their daughters.”

“Wow, I, um… I wonder if I should do that too, back in Phoenix.”

“Yeah, Mom, you should,” encouraged Gwen.

“You could look for girls your age too,” Angela said to her, “teenagers who live near you and who have the same desires that you do. I can virtually guarantee that there are many. You might even already know some.”

“Honest? You think?”

“Certainly.”

“Wow,” mused Gwen, slowly shaking her head.

Angela smiled at the repeated ‘wows’ of mother and daughter.

They chatted a while longer, until Bambi and the girls came out, saying they wanted to go down to the beach. By then it was almost noon. Since they’d had such a late breakfast, and a very filling one, they decided that in the afternoon they would have only snacks and things. Angela would order a selection of fresh fruits and raw vegetables with yogurt dip, along with a few small sandwiches, and of course, plenty to drink.

Soon they were down in the large reserved area granted to Angela as a VIP privilege. She spoke to a waiter, telling them what they wanted, and everyone settled in under beach umbrellas. The younger girls grabbed buckets and things, heading off to build another sand sculpture. Gwen hung back again, looking at her cell phone. She was supposed to meet Kelly at 1:00, and didn’t want to miss that.

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When Stephanie and Stacie left to do the grocery shopping, Veronica made a decision. She’d been unsatisfied earlier with the way she handled the short discussion with her daughter Kelly — and they’d been interrupted anyway by the drawing of cards — so now she wanted to talk with her some more.

“Honey,” she said, “let’s you and I take a little walk, okay?”

“Sure, Mom,” Kelly shrugged.

Outside on the deck. the younger girls, Jordan and the twins, were sorting through and arranging and trading the seashells and other treasures they’d found. Stacie and Carol were leaning back on lounge chairs, enjoying the sun.

“Kelly and I are going for a walk,” Veronica told them. “We’ll be back in a while. Kids, if you want to go in the water, do not go in past your knees unless Aunt Carol or Stacie is with you, okay?”

“Aw, Mom, we’re good swimmers,” Hailey argued.

“I know you are, but that doesn’t matter. You do what I say. I told Carol and Stacie they could spank you if you don’t.”

Veronica winked at the two women, who grinned at her. They actually had leeway to do a whole lot more with the girls than just spank them if they wanted to. But everyone knew probably nothing sexual would occur until bedtime that night. Probably.

As they strolled down the sand toward the surf, Veronica took her daughter’s hand. She thought about what they’d been through together. Kelly was the result of an unplanned and unexpected pregnancy when Veronica was 26. At that point in her life, she was a confirmed lesbian, as she had been since her teenage years, but she was also in the middle of a rather wild stage with lots of parties and drinking and drugs and random sex.

Somewhere along the way, she’d had sex with a man (or men) obviously, even though she truly couldn’t remember it — some of those parties were extremely wild — and was surprised to find herself missing her period. A doctor confirmed what she feared, and then Veronica had a big decision to make. Would she abort the fetus, or would she have the baby?

It was that decision that changed her life, that set her on the path toward where she, and they, were today. She’d stopped doing drugs, sworn off parties and random sex, cut way back on drinking and even quit smoking. She got serious about her career for the first time too, becoming more focused and eventually working her way up to a fine position within the city administration, earning a good living and making what she thought was a real difference in improving people’s lives.

When she was 36 she met Stephanie, who was then 24, and despite their age difference it was love at first sight. It was not an easy choice to make, however, for them to move in together. Veronica and Kelly had been on their own for nine years by then, and although being a single mom, a working mom, not to mention a lesbian mom, was a challenge, Veronica had done her best and she and her daughter were very happy. She had dated only occasionally all that time, relying mostly on porn and masturbation to fulfill her sexual needs. So, how would it work to bring another woman into Kelly’s life, a second mom? A mom, in fact, with two little girls of her own, twins who were still just toddlers — could they make it work?

They decided to try and it turned out beautifully, better than either Veronica or Stephanie could have hoped. Today, almost five years later, they were a united, loving family, two mothers and three daughters, all very close. Now they were about to become even more loving and closer than ever before, introducing an active sexuality into their mutual relationships. That was what she needed to talk about with Kelly.

She and her daughter strolled along the shore, skirting the edge of the surf, heading south and west in the direction of the rocky point, where there were fewer people. They walked slowly for a long time, still holding hands, and Kelly was beginning to wonder if her mom was ever going to say anything at all. She could tell she was thinking about stuff, probably important stuff, so Kelly didn’t want to interrupt, but she was getting really curious.

Finally Veronica began. “All right, so, the first thing I want to say is that even though we might be starting to do things with each other — sexual things, I mean, between all of us, your sisters and Mommy and you and me — it’s always your choice, okay? That is, if there is something you don’t want to do, something you might feel uncomfortable with, or if you just don’t want to do anything at all, you just say so. You never have to do anything you don’t want to do, all right?”

“Yeah, okay,” Kelly replied.

“And, um, if you have questions, if there are things you don’t understand, or if you want to know more about something or whatever, I just want you to know you can ask me anything, all right? Nothing’s off limits.”

“Sure, Mom.”

“Well, so, I guess I should ask you, how do you feel about all this? Does it bother you, or upset you in any way? You can say so if it does.”

Kelly squeezed her mother’s hand. “No, it’s fine, it’s cool, I’m glad. I’ve actually been thinking about it for a while, stuff like this, I mean, and so, now it’s great. I’m glad.”

“You’ve been thinking about it?”

“Uh-huh.”

“Thinking about…”

“Um, like, you know, having sex with you, and with Mommy, stuff like that.”

“Have you really?”

“Yeah, but… is that okay?”

“Well, yes, of course it is. It’s just, I’m surprised, I had no idea.”

For a minute or two, both were quiet, thinking. Then Veronica suddenly stopped walking. She looked around, as if coming awake.

“Look how far we’ve gone,” she chuckled. “I never realized it. We should start back.”

“Okay.”

By the time they got back to the condo, the chicken was marinating, a variety of vegetables had been prepared and were waiting in the refrigerator to be grilled that night, and Stephanie was relaxing on the deck with a beer. Stacie and Carol were playing in the waves with Hailey and Holly and Jordan.

“Oh, shoot, I almost forgot,” Kelly said as she sat down on a lounge chair. “What time is it?” She’d left her cell phone in her backpack and didn’t wear a watch.

Stephanie looked at hers. “It’s… about 12:45. Why?”

“Because, remember? I’m supposed to meet Gwen at 1:00. Over in front of the hotel.”

“Oh, yes, of course, that’s right. Would you like us to come with you?”

“Sure, I guess, if you want to.”

“I think we should,” Stephanie nodded. “That way, if we see Gwen’s mother — her name was Eve, wasn’t it? — if we see her, we can invite them to join us for dinner ourselves. That is, unless you would rather be the one to do the inviting.”

“No, you do it,” Kelly grinned. “That makes it more official.”

“All right,” said Stephanie, standing up and ruffling Kelly’s hair affectionately. She kissed Veronica on the lips, and then went inside to put on a little makeup.

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Gwen was getting worried. She’d been standing outside the entrance to the hotel since ten minutes before 1:00 and it was now ten minutes after. She scanned the crowds constantly, looking for the cute petite girl with the big smile, and still hadn’t seen her. She wondered if she should call Kelly’s cell phone and see if there was a problem, but couldn’t make up her mind whether to do that or not.

Finally she noticed a big group heading her way. She actually spotted the twins first, her eye being drawn to the sexy 8-year-old blondes in their little bikinis, and quickly realized that those were the two she’d seen the other day inside the hotel, and then again at the zoo. The other little girl was with them too, the younger one, and — yes, there she was, there was Kelly!

The teenagers rushed together, clasping hands and exchanging greetings. After they made some introductions, Gwen meeting Carol and Stacie for the first time, along with Jordan, Stephanie asked, “Is your mother around somewhere, Gwen? I wanted to ask her something.”

“Um, yeah, she’s right over there. Come on, I’ll introduce you guys and everything.”

They followed the tall brunette with the ponytail to a partially fenced-off area on the beach in front of the Playa del Mar.

“Mom?” Gwen said as they approached. “And, um, Angela and Tina? This is, uh, Carol and Stacie and Veronica and Stephanie, and, like, Kelly and, um, Holly and Hailey, and… Jordan, right?”

“Very good, great memory,” Carol winked at Gwen, before stepping forward to shake Angela’s hand.

And as the adults were all meeting each other, the three girls, Bambi, Amanda, and Paige, came bounding up across the sand, looking for cold sodas. They were introduced as well.

Bambi immediately glommed on to Jordan and the twins, recognizing an opportunity when it was placed in front of her. She didn’t know yet, of course, whether there was any real chance these new girls would want to join in their sex games, but like her mother, Angela, Bambi had very good instincts. She couldn’t have said what it was, but something inside told her they probably would have a lot of fun together.

Carol and Angela connected the same way, sharing an almost instant mutual understanding. When Angela had extended her hand and Carol took it, neither one wanted to let go. The remainder of the introductions were made with nods or air kisses in place of handshakes. Now, with an arm around Carol’s waist, Angela drafted her as an assistant bartender while she began offering drinks to everyone.

“Oh, but we can’t stay,” Stephanie protested. “We just wanted to stop by to say hello and —”

“Nonsense. Of course you’re going to stay,” pronounced Angela. “Here, you sit down, I won’t take no for an answer. I’ll get more chairs.”

She summoned a nearby waiter, and a minute later there were seats for all. Wine was poured for those who wanted it and chilled beers were handed out to others, while some accepted tall frosty glasses of Long Island iced tea. The kids had decided they were ready to go in the ocean now, and Gwen and Kelly agreed to accompany them, trotting off behind Paige, Amanda, Bambi, Holly, Hailey, and Jordan.

“I propose a simple toast,” said Angela, raising her glass after everyone was served. “To women.”

“To women who love women,” Eve volunteered as she smiled at Stephanie and Veronica.

“Yes, and who love little girls too,” Angela added with a wink. They all drank to that.

Stephanie wasn’t quite sure what was going on. There was something odd about this group… the way Angela had looked at the children, especially the new ones she was meeting for the first time… the gleam in Tina’s eye after she gave her daughter Amanda a long kiss before the girls ran away to play in the water… the knowing glances exchanged between Carol and Angela… and of course that toast.

But it couldn’t be, could it? It couldn’t mean — no, she couldn’t accept that. It just didn’t seem possible that these other women, these three attractive mothers, were as interested in sex with little girls as she was, and as Carol and Stacie and Veronica were too. What were the odds of all these women having those same forbidden desires? And what if… what if it wasn’t only desires for them, but what if they were actually doing things with their daughters?

As Stephanie thought about that, she happened to catch Eve’s eye. The pretty brunette smiled at her and nodded slightly.

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