Juicy Secrets Forbidden Tales of Lesbian Love

By Naughty Mommy

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Looking at herself in the mirror on her closet door, the 9-year-old frowned and sighed. Debby just wasn’t happy with any of her clothes. She tugged down the jeans and left them on the floor along with two other pairs of pants. She lifted her shirt over her head and tossed it on the bed, where it joined a growing pile of rejects.
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“Hey, good morning, honey.” Bridget was glad to find Fiona by herself in the kitchen, finishing a bowl of cereal. This might give them a chance to talk privately, for a few minutes anyway.

“Hi,” Fiona smiled, somewhat weakly.

Bridget kissed the top of her head, then paused and asked, “How’re you feeling this morning? Are you okay? Are you upset about last night, about what happened?”

“No, I’m okay. I mean, I’ve been thinking about everything, but I’m not upset about that.”

“Are you sure?”

“Yeah,” the girl nodded.

Bridget sat down next to her and took Fiona’s hand, studying her face. “I want you to tell me if there’s anything bothering you about it, anything I did, or we did, or anything at all that upset you. Okay?”

“No, I’m, I’m really fine. I liked what we did last night. I mean, I feel kinda stupid for acting scared and stuff that way, like a little kid, but the rest of it was great.”

“You’re sure…”

“Uh-huh. In fact, you wanna know something?”

“What?”

“This morning, when I woke up, I thought about it, you know, about last night. I remembered it, and… well, it kinda got me excited, and so, I…” she blushed and looked down.

“Did you masturbate this morning?” Bridget asked teasingly.

“Yeah.”

Still holding the girl’s hand, Bridget brought it close to her face, sniffing. “Did you wash your hands after?”

“No,” Fiona laughed as she blushed even redder.
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I know, thought Debby, a dress! Not pants or shorts, a little dress. If we’re going to the beach today, that’ll be easy for me to take off and put on again. She dashed to her closet to find one.
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Bridget got up to make coffee. “So, honey, what do you think we should do about what you told me? About Erin and your mother…”

“I don’t know. I keep thinking about it, though,” Fiona replied. “That’s what’s bothering me. Not what you and me did last night, that was awesome. But I don’t know what to do about, you know, about them. If we should say anything or whatever. I was hoping you would know.”
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Standing in front of the mirror, Debby shook her head again, tossed another dress aside, and went back to the closet to continue the search.
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“Well, I promised you last night that whatever you wanted to tell me would be just between us, that it would be private, and I meant that,” said Bridget. “I won’t say anything about what you saw if you don’t want me to. But in the long run, it probably is best for you not to try to keep it a secret, don’t you think?”

Fiona sighed, “Yeah, I know, that’s kinda what I was thinking too.”

Bridget placed a hand on her niece’s shoulder, squeezing gently. She paused a moment, then suggested, “If I get the chance, sweetie, do you think I should bring it up to her? Let your mom know what we know?”

“Um, maybe…… yeah, okay, I guess you should.”

The phone rang, and Bridget picked it up.

“Hello? Oh, hi, Sheila, we were just talking about you.” Fiona’s eyes went big, but Bridget gave her a reassuring wink. “Are we still going to the beach today? Debby will murder me if we don’t.”

At that moment, as if on cue, the cute child came prancing barefoot into the kitchen wearing a light cotton floral pattern dress in a profusion of colors. It was sleeveless, with a puckered bodice, very pretty and very short.

“Look!” she exclaimed, lifting up the dress to reveal her scanty blue bikini bottoms. “I’m all ready to go!”

Bridget and Fiona laughed, but inside Bridget felt an illicit thrill seeing her daughter display herself that way, so innocently showing off her sexy young body.

“What? Oh, I’m just laughing at Debby. She’s flashing us,” Bridget told her sister. “Right… no, not from me. If anyone, she gets that from you.”

After chatting a little more, they agreed it would be a beach day and that they really ought to get started soon, hoping to beat at least some of the crowds a nice summer day would bring. Bridget would drive down right away with Debby and Fiona to secure a spot. Sheila and Erin would arrive a little later, bringing food and drinks with them, along with a bathing suit for Fiona. The plan was set.

Bridget asked Fiona to make some toast with peanut butter for Debby, which she could eat on the way, and then she went to get ready. Ten minutes later she returned, wearing her slimming one-piece suit under her shorts and tank top, and they took off.
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It was as they’d feared. When they walked onto the beach, they found that many of the best locations already had been taken, even at only 10:30 in the morning. But with Fiona and Debby scampering ahead, scouting for possibilities, they finally were able to secure a good spot that somehow had been overlooked. It was near the big hotel, the Playa del Mar. Bridget spread blankets out on the sand to mark off their space, enough room for two moms and three daughters along with all their paraphernalia.

Then they settled in. Debby immediately whipped off her dress. Before she could run away, Bridget rubbed sunscreen all over the girl, making sure not to miss any exposed areas of skin — which meant practically her whole body, since the bikini covered almost nothing.

Fiona sighed and fidgeted. She wanted to go down to the water, but didn’t have her bathing suit. She’d been totally preoccupied the day before, thinking about what she’d seen, how she had discovered her mother and her sister having lesbian sex. So when she was getting ready to go babysit, she forgot all about the tentative beach plans and hadn’t prepared for it. She was wearing jeans and an old sweater, hardly the right attire for a sunny day beside the ocean.

Bridget noticed her unease. “What’s the matter, honey?”

“Nothing,” Fiona mumbled, wrinkling her nose. Then she added, “I just, I have to wait until my mom gets here with my suit and stuff. I don’t like waiting.”

“Hm, well, why don’t you take off your jeans? Panties are almost the same as a bikini bottom, right? Are you wearing a bra?”

“No.”

“Oh, okay, I guess that is a problem. Even if you’re only 12, I’ve seen that you’ve already got enough for people to look at. I certainly enjoyed looking at you last night.”

Fiona giggled, glancing around to make sure Debby was far enough away not to hear the comment. She was slightly embarrassed but also pleased by the flattery. It felt good to know that her aunt admired her body, even if she didn’t think she really had much to show yet.

“Do you want to put my shorts on? No, that’s a dumb idea, it would never work. With your tiny waist, they’d fall right off you.”

Now Fiona was laughing. Bridget always knew how to make her feel better.

“And Debby’s little dress is too small. But… I know, let me take off my top.” The woman lifted the emerald green cotton/poly tank top over her head. Underneath she wore a darker green bathing suit with black panels at the sides.

She picked up a beach towel. “Here, wrap this around you and take off your sweater, then put my top on, okay? It’s long enough it’ll be almost like a dress on you, a mini-dress anyway.”

“Okay.”

“And take off your jeans too. You can even go in the water with the top on if you want, it’ll be fine.”

“All right.”

And just that like, Fiona was transformed. She felt freed and very happy. The top was so lightweight, it was like wearing air. She hugged her aunt, thanking her.

“Wait a minute, I want to put sunscreen on you too,” Bridget said.

She did, and when that was done, Debby and Fiona raced down to the water to play.

Bridget smiled as she watched the girls romping and splashing in the surf. I love those kids, she thought to herself. I love Fiona like she was my own daughter, and Debby is my precious jewel. I love them both so much, and I want their hot little bodies.

What a naughty old lesbian I am, thinking about them that way. A lesbian pedophile. Then she chuckled. I guess it must run in the family. My sister is actually having sex with her 15-year-old daughter. I wonder if she has the same desires for Fiona as I do. Or if she ever thinks about Debby that way. We might have an awful lot to talk about once she and Erin get here.
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Sheila finished packing the cooler. That was all set. Then she remembered that she was supposed to bring a bathing suit for Fiona. As she started up the stairs she called, “Erin, are you ready? It’s time to go.”

“Yeah, in a minute,” came the reply from the girl’s bedroom.

Erin wasn’t ready. She couldn’t decide what to wear. The teenager enjoyed the beach but felt uncomfortable exposing too much of her body. As with many girls, Erin’s hips had begun expanding sooner than her breasts, giving her a slight pear shape. I’m so fat, she thought to herself (although she weighed only 120 pounds). Nothing looks good on me. Nothing. Not to mention her skin was so pale she had to be far more careful than her mother or her little sister about getting burned. It’s just not fair, she sighed.

As Sheila rummaged in Fiona’s drawer, sorting through the girl’s collection of bikinis and one-piece suits, she smiled to herself. She simply couldn’t help it — she had to pick the one that would be the most revealing. Sheila loved to look at her younger daughter’s body. It was at that perfect stage, just beginning puberty… those little breast buds, her puffy nipples, mmm, so delicious… thinking about it made her want to masturbate. But I can’t, not now, we’ve got to get to the beach. They’re waiting for us.
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The kids came running hand in hand across the hot sand to Bridget, both soaking wet. Bridget was delighted to see the way the thin top she’d loaned her niece now clung to the girl’s body, outlining every contour. She hadn’t planned it that way but was very pleased with the results.

“Mommy, I’m hungry,” announced Debby.

“Already? You just had some toast.”

“I know, but I’m hungry.”

“Well, you’ll just have to wait. Aunt Sheila should be here pretty soon.”

“I’m hungry now, Mommy. Can’t we get something at the snack bar?”

“Wait a minute.” Bridget got out her cell phone and called Sheila’s cell. She got voice mail. “Hey, are you guys anywhere close yet? I’m having a mutiny here. They want food. Plus I need to tell you where we are. Call me back.”

“Can we go to the snack bar?” Debby repeated.

“I guess… but don’t eat too much junk, okay? I want you girls to save your appetite for a proper lunch.”

“We will.”

She gave them some money and they dashed off.
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Sheila heard the cell phone ring, but couldn’t answer it. She’d left it downstairs in the kitchen with the cooler and their other things. She ought to check the message, it was probably Bridget. First, though, she had to choose a suit for Fiona. She’d narrowed the decision to two little bikinis. One of them had a skimpier bottom, which she liked, and the other had a tinier top, which she also liked. I know, she thought, I’ll combine them — the colors are a perfect compliment to each other, almost like the separate pieces were designed to be worn together. She nodded happily. It’s perfect, and Fiona will look so sexy.
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Fiona bought a bag of pretzels and Debby chose a rainbow popsicle. They were standing at an open window, enjoying their treats, looking out at the other beachgoers: families and couples, lots of kids, lots of teenagers, some older people too. Then Fiona heard something, a snatch of conversation from just behind them that perked up her ears.

“Mommy?”

“Yes, honey?”

“When I get bigger, will you still help me masturbate?”

“Shh! Amanda, remember I told you, you need to be more careful. You can’t talk about that so much when we’re out.”

“Oh yeah, sorry…… but will you?”

Fiona was dying to turn around and see who’d said those things, but she didn’t want to be too obvious about it. She glanced at Debby. It didn’t appear as though the younger girl had heard, or if she had, maybe she didn’t understand what it meant. But Fiona did.

She nudged Debby. “Let’s go back. Maybe my mom and sister are there by now.”

“Okay.”

As they crossed through the snack bar, Fiona tried to look furtively to the side. She saw a mother and daughter sitting together at a table, eating ice cream. The woman was slim and pretty, a brunette. The girl, who seemed to be maybe 10 or 11 years old, had shoulder-length blonde hair, straight and shiny. Fiona stared at them a little too long, and the woman caught her eye. Fiona quickly looked away, but it was too late. She knew the woman knew what she had overheard.
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Bridget was standing up when Fiona and Debby returned, but facing away from them, looking in the other direction. She was holding her cell phone to her ear with one hand and waving with the other.

Soon Sheila and Erin saw her waving. They waved back, then lugged the heavy cooler and their other things over. Now all five were together.

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