Juicy Secrets Forbidden Tales of Lesbian Love

By Naughty Mommy

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“Stacie?” As Stephanie reached the top of the stairs she saw that the door to the master bedroom was shut. The other bedroom doors stood open, the rooms empty.

She walked to the closed door and knocked softly. “Stacie? You guys okay?”

Shit! thought Stacie. She looked at her daughter, lying naked on the bed. Jordan’s hairless little pussy was gleaming wet, covered with her own juices and her mother’s saliva.

“Yeah, um, just a sec —” Stacie called. Then she whispered to Jordan, “You go in the bathroom, okay? Quick!”

Jordan frowned, not totally understanding, but then shrugged and did as she was asked. Stacie wiped her mouth with her hands and tried to compose herself. She hoped the smell wouldn’t be too obvious. Then she went to the door and opened it.

“Hey,” Stacie smiled.

“Hey, I just wanted to make sure you guys were all right.” Stephanie noticed that the woman’s face was flushed, beads of perspiration on her forehead. “Are you feeling okay?”

“Yeah, I, uh, we’re fine. I just, you know, came up to get a sweater or something, and then Jordan had to go to the bathroom.”

“But you’re not sick?”

“No, I, I feel fine, really. Do I look sick?” she tried to chuckle.

“I guess not. Okay. I’m sorry to be a pest, just checking is all.”

“That’s all right. No problem. We’ll be down in a minute.”

“Okay, sure,” Stephanie nodded, then turned and walked back toward the stairs.

If she wasn’t certain it was ridiculous, she could swear she’d scented something like… the smell of female sex. But that was ridiculous, so surely she must have been mistaken.

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With the sun setting, the breeze was picking up and there was a slight chill in the air. Carol’s nipples were hard, and not from arousal, at least not at the moment. She wondered if they should go in soon. Maybe so. She’d seen something inside while looking around after they arrived and now might be the time to bring that out.

She sat up, stretching. “Hey you guys, I’m getting kind of cold. You want to go in? I found a game I thought we might want to play tonight.”

“Sure, that’s fine,” Veronica agreed.

She and Kelly and the twins got up, taking all their things and going into the condo, followed by Carol.

Stephanie was just coming down the stairs. “What’s up?” she asked.

“Carol says she has a game she wants to play,” Veronica told her.

“Okay, good,” said Stephanie. “Jordan and Stacie will be down soon. Does anybody want something else to drink? Or maybe a snack? Should I get out some chips and stuff?”

Kneeling in front of a cupboard, Carol pulled out a box with Twister on the cover.

“Ooh, great!” Kelly grinned.

The other pair shortly returned from upstairs, both now wearing shirts. Fresh drinks were obtained for those who wanted them, Stephanie opened a few bags of chips and pretzels and passed them around, and then they all settled onto a sofa, a loveseat, and a pair of padded wicker chairs. A coffee table had been pushed aside, making room for the Twister mat to be spread in the center of the floor.

Carol stood in front of the group, hands on her hips, looking around. “All right, before we start” — she pointed at Stacie and Jordan — “you two take off your shirts. We all have to be topless to play this game.”

Giggling, the young mother and daughter complied.

“And we’ll go in order of age. So Jordan, you’re first. Come here, sweetie.” The little girl got up and went to her grandmother.

“Do you know how to play?” Carol asked.

“No.”

“It’s okay, I’ll show you. It’s easy.” Then she flicked the spinner. It came to rest on Left Foot Blue.

“Now you put your foot, your left foot, on one of the blue circles, okay?”

“Like this?”

“That’s right. And just keep it there. Okay, um, Holly and Hailey, which of you two is older?”

“I am,” Hailey announced, “by eleven minutes.”

“All right,” Carol chuckled, “so you’re next. And Holly, you’re after her.”

Hailey stood next to Carol, who spun again. “Left Hand Yellow.”

The slender blonde found a yellow circle and put her hand on it, kneeling beside the mat.

“Jordan, honey, you put your left hand on a yellow circle too.”

“Here?”

“Yes, perfect. Okay, Holly?”

After ten minutes, everyone but Carol was fully involved in the game. The spinner had been spun numerous times, and now three little girls, a teenager, and three moms were sprawled on the mat, wound all around each other. There were plenty of laughs, and more than a few players found themselves becoming aroused too.

Kelly was leaning back on her hands, crab style, her legs spread wide apart. Pressed against her on one side was Stacie, with Jordan on the other side, her little bottom sticking in Kelly’s face. Behind her was Holly and partway under her was Hailey. She wasn’t exactly sure where Stephanie was, somewhere she couldn’t see.

What really had the teen excited, though, was the position of her mom, Veronica. The way the game had developed, Veronica ended up stretched across Kelly’s middle, one hand reaching between her legs to a blue spot underneath her and the other reaching over her to a green spot — with a naked breast nestling right in her daughter’s crotch.

Others were in similarly intimate poses.

Stacie had a nice closeup view of Veronica’s ass, and someone down there — maybe one of the twins, she wasn’t sure — had an arm wedged tightly in Stacie’s crotch. Hailey was mostly underneath Kelly, but her face was very close to her mother’s breast, the brown nipple long and stiff. Jordan’s nose was in Stephanie’s lap. Only a little lower, Stephanie thought, and the child will be sniffing my pussy! Her own arm was wrapped around Holly’s bare chest.

“Okay, now it’s my turn,” Carol said.

She carefully studied the positions of the players, then spun. No one else could see the spinner, given their contortions, so she announced “Left Foot Red,” then quickly spun again, said, “Right Hand Yellow,” and leaned over the top of Kelly, lowering her breast directly onto the teenager’s face, her erect nipple brushing against Kelly’s lips.

But the added weight was too much. Somewhere underneath, a hand began to slip. “Uh-oh!” Someone started to fall. “Yikes!” A leg flew out. “Whoops!” And the whole bunch toppled together, laughing wildly, limbs and bodies entwined.

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Angela was quite pleased with the party she’d set up. All the girls were getting along well, with no one left out, and they’d even engaged in some mild sex play, she noticed, flashing each other. That was a good sign. The women, too, were eagerly flirting and teasing, enjoying themselves, feeling the sexual energy in the air.

She checked her watch. It was not quite 8:30. They’d finished dinner a while ago and were just polishing off the desserts. In a few more minutes she would ask the servers to clear the buffet (but leave the bar). The tables were all on wheels and could roll straight into the large elevator, so that wouldn’t take very long. And then her group would be alone, free to do as they pleased, five women and seven girls ready for some naughty lesbian fun.

Angela caught Gwen’s eyes, signaling her. The teenager put down her empty dessert plate and quickly came over.

“Is everything all set?” the woman asked. “Any problems with the newer kids?”

“No,” Gwen giggled. “I think they were kind of surprised at first, but all three said they’d be glad to join in. Everyone’s up for it.”

“That’s good. Thanks so much for your help.” She kissed the girl on the cheek.

“Of course,” Gwen beamed. “Anything, just ask.”

Twenty minutes later, they were ready.

Some of the chairs were rearranged so the women could sit in a semicircle with a large open space in front of them. Two luggage racks, the kind from which garment bags could be hung, had been rolled out from the third bedroom and were placed near the piano. The racks had been brought up earlier by the hotel staff along with the buffet per Angela’s instructions. Now the racks were loaded with an assortment of pretty dresses collected from Bambi, Paige, Gwen, Eve, and Angela herself before their guests arrived. There were several cute skirts too, plus blouses and tops and shorts and underwear and lingerie, along with sandals and high heels.

Angela stood in front, facing Sheila, Bridget, Eve, and Tina, who were seated. Behind her, the girls blushed and giggled.

“Now we have a special treat,” the tall blonde announced. “A fashion show, presented by your daughters. The girls have decided among themselves who will model what for us, and in which order. I’ve left that all up to them. Girls?”

Angela took a seat as she and the other women gave an opening round of applause. Gwen stepped forward, still in her white mini and crop top. “Okay, um. Thanks, everyone. It’ll take just a minute while we start changing.”

She pointed to the other girls, urging them to go. In a flurry of excited laughter, the six younger ones rushed behind the luggage racks and began stripping out of their clothes. Much to the delight of the moms, frequent glimpses of bare skin could be seen.

“So, uh, Erin will be first. Soon as she’s ready,” Gwen said, nervously twisting her hands behind her back. Looking over her shoulder, she whispered, “Come on, hurry up!”

After much more giggling, Erin finally emerged. The women sighed in appreciation as they saw her.

Blushing deeply, but smiling and holding her head high, the 15-year-old came to stand in front of them. She was wearing a pleated pink skirt, knee-length, and pink heeled sandals with white tights. But it was a sheer white organza blouse that drew everyone’s attention, for underneath it Erin wore nothing at all. Her lovely round breasts, set high on her chest, and her almost cherry red nipples were plainly visible.

Stunned silence soon gave way to applause, even cheering and some whistles. The teenager glowed, basking in their attention. Slowly she turned around for them, making two complete circles, and then strode back to the other girls.

“Okay, good. Now, um, here’s Fiona,” said Gwen.

The diminutive 12-year-old was in one of Bambi’s outfits: a flirty skater skirt, bright red, and a white eyelet top with spaghetti straps, along with black lace-up ankle boots with short heels. Her cute legs were bare. But that was not all that was bare. The admiring oohs and ahhs from the women turned suddenly to startled gasps when the girl twirled around, her little skirt flying up — she had no panties!

“Oh my god, yes!” Sheila exclaimed, laughing and clapping. It was certainly a surprise to see her young daughter showing off that way to these women, but she didn’t mind it a bit. A sexy girl should let everyone see what she has, that was her attitude.

Fiona pranced merrily in front of them for half a minute, letting her skirt fling every which way, before retreating to the luggage racks amid boisterous cheers from her audience, the other girls included.

“That was really good, Fiona!” Bambi gushed. “See, they liked it!”

“Yeah, you were right!” Impulsively Fiona grabbed the younger girl, who’d encouraged her to model without undies, and kissed her mouth. “Thanks!!”

“You’re welcome!”

As she pulled back from the kiss, Fiona realized with a start that the 10-year-old blonde was only half dressed, wearing a short-sleeved white blouse but nothing down below, giving her an unhindered view of the girl’s hairless pink pussy.

Bambi grinned at her new friend for a moment, then quickly resumed getting ready for her upcoming turn in front of the moms.

As the applause for Fiona died down, Gwen announced, “So, uh, next is my beautiful sister, Paige.”

Eve was almost ready to climax, just sitting there on the sofa between Angela and Sheila. All of these incredibly sexy young girls, including her own daughters, showing themselves to her and the other women — it was unbelievable, and so hot!

Paige came out in a tiny dress that barely covered her behind. Eve hadn’t seen it before, so she assumed it must be Bambi’s. The dress was festooned with black sequins and trimmed with silver beads. Paige also wore extremely high spike heels, four inches at least. She walked a little awkwardly, but the combined effect of the shoes and the short dress made her legs appear almost impossibly long and slim. God, she was irresistible. Eve wanted to leap up and make love to her right in front of everyone!

She didn’t, but she gulped down the rest of her cognac as she stared at her daughter’s legs and then asked Angela for more. The decanter was on a table just behind them, so her snifter was quickly refreshed.

Paige paraded in front of the women, spinning a few times. When the dress lifted, they could see that she was wearing a black thong, her perfect bottom fleetingly on view. They clapped and cheered, the 11-year-old reveling in their adulation.

Before the next girl was introduced, Erin came out to replace Gwen as emcee. The teenagers shared a quick embrace and a kiss on the lips, a warm friendship rapidly developing.

Erin, still in her pink skirt and sheer white blouse, smiled prettily at the audience. With a giggle, she said, “And now, here’s Bambi and Amanda!”

The little girls danced out, hand in hand. Both wore plaid miniskirts, white blouses, white socks, and buckled shoes. Their outfits weren’t quite identical, but close enough. Colored ribbons in their blonde pigtails completed the look. They strode back and forth, really showing off, vamping for the excited moms. The applause was loud and continuous. Finally they struck a pose. Facing each other, hands clasped in the middle, they leaned in, each raising a dainty leg behind her, and kissed. It was divine.

Bowing together, smiles splashed across their faces, the two girls acknowledged the cheers, then skipped back to join the others.

Tina was thrilled, so proud of her beautiful daughter. How lucky they were to have met up with this group. It warmed Tina’s heart — and her pussy! — to see the way Amanda and Bambi were forming such a close bond. No doubt about it, the vacation she’d planned was a wonderful idea.

Next up was Debby, who was introduced by Erin at Gwen’s suggestion as “the legendary Mata Hari!”

The 9-year-old was in something like a belly dance costume, with a sheer veiled top that allowed her flat chest and little nipples to show through, and a short sparkly yellow skirt with layers of taffeta. Her panties, frequently on display, also were yellow and ruffly. Multiple bracelets adorned each wrist and several gaudy necklaces hung around the girl’s neck. She writhed and wiggled in front of the women, who clapped adoringly. Although not exactly much of a dancer, there was no denying the child’s tempting allure. Bridget cheered louder than anyone else.

There was a brief delay. Everyone but Gwen had now appeared. The moms peered between the dresses and things hung on the racks, hoping for a glimpse of the tall teenager’s naked body as she prepared to model.

At last she came out, crawling on all fours, cute cat whiskers drawn with eyeliner on her cheeks. She was in a sheer black bodysuit and seemingly nothing else. The audience went wild. Gwen slinked in front of them, finally getting to her feet, swaying sinuously in a pair of black stiletto heels. Now they could see that she had a tiny black g-string on under the suit. But her breasts and erect nipples were clearly visible. She turned slowly, her firm butt swinging back and forth, driving the women insane with lust.

For Gwen it was magical, a scene from an impossible dream. Never had she imagined she could get this kind of reaction using her body and her sex appeal. Did she really have sex appeal? Apparently she did! She smiled at the faces gazing up at her, looking one by one at each of them, staring into their eyes, licking her lips seductively. Wow, this was fun, and it made her so excited! She could feel her pussy soaking the little g-string.

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They laughed and rolled together on the floor at the end of the Twister game. Slowly disentangling, moms and daughters leaned back on their hands, grinning at each other, catching their breath.

“So, what’s next?” Stephanie asked. “Do you want to watch a movie?”

“Yeah, Princess Bride!” “Beauty and the Beast!” “School of Rock!”

They all started getting up, the girls debating what they should watch. Carol gathered up the mat and spinner, returning them to the box. Stephanie carried empty glasses into the kitchen, adding ice and refilling drinks. When she came back, the choice had been made. It would be Spirited Away.

Everyone still topless, they snuggled under blankets to see the movie. Lights were turned down. Veronica, Stephanie, Hailey and Holly were on the sofa. Kelly was in a chair with Jordan on her lap. In the loveseat were Carol and Stacie. After a few minutes, Jordan went to join her Mommy and her Nanna, while Kelly squeezed in with her two moms and the twins on the sofa.

It was a warm, quiet finish to the evening, a relaxing end for the exciting first day of their San Diego vacation. They cuddled as the movie ran, exchanging soft kisses and gentle caresses. Before long, Jordan was asleep. Holly and Hailey tried their very best to stay awake, but soon they too were off in dreamland.

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The second round of fashion modeling was equally stimulating. This time the girls wore bikinis, each one, it seemed, even tinier than the one preceding it. As before, Gwen and Tina split the emcee duties, switching halfway through.

When the third round began, this one focused on lingerie, Bridget actually found herself stifling a yawn. Was it all the rich food, the abundant alcohol? Surely it wasn’t the entertainment! But anyway, she knew that if she was starting to feel sleepy, her little girl, who was barely 9, very likely was too. It was getting quite late, after all, way past Debby’s bedtime.

The moms clapped enthusiastically for the sexy models as one by one they came out in revealing nighties or scanty bras and panties. But there was a growing sense among the women, albeit unspoken, that they were now looking beyond this event, thinking about what was coming up soon when they would retire to bed with their deliciously enticing daughters.

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As the movie reached a conclusion and the closing credits rolled, Stephanie and Veronica smiled at each other, and at Kelly between them. On their laps Holly and Hailey snoozed.

Carol got slowly to her feet, stretching. Jordan was curled up in Stacie’s arms, fast asleep.

“It almost seems a shame to take the little ones upstairs, maybe wake them up,” Veronica said softly.

“But if we don’t wake them,” Carol winked, “how can we play with them in bed?”

Stephanie and Veronica nodded uneasily, not quite sure what to make of that remark.

“Anyway,” Stephanie said, after a moment, “chances are they won’t wake up at all. I think they’re pretty beat.”

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“Will we see you tomorrow?” Angela asked as she walked her guests to the elevator, the fashion show complete and the girls back (mostly) in their clothes. “What are your plans?”

Sheila smiled. “No plans that I know of. My sister and I are both schoolteachers, so we have the summer off.”

“Well, we’d love to have you join us again. Perhaps for brunch, say, around 1:00?”

Bridget and Sheila looked at each other. It was an easy decision.

“Sure, why not?” Sheila nodded.

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