By Naughty Mommy

Note: This story was written for a friend, by special request. As you will see, it includes characters familiar to us from The Joy of Looking, along with a couple of new characters. Several months after this was published, I merged it into JoL as Chapters 99 through 102, with just a few edits to make it fit the flow. Enjoy!

For my sister Molly’s 9th birthday, Mommy decided to do something really special for her. They went away for a long weekend on a horseback riding trip, just the two of them, staying at a lodge up in the mountains. Monday was a holiday, Columbus Day, and the schools would be closed, so they’d have three days.

Of course, Kate and I knew that our little sister and our mother not only would be riding horses but also enjoying plenty of hot sex together every night — and maybe during the day as well — which was fine with us, obviously. Our whole family had been sexually active with each other for several months now, and we’d never been happier or felt closer.

The cool thing for Kate and me, though, was that we got to go on a trip too. We were flying out to Nevada for the weekend to stay with our Aunt Barbara. Actually she was our mom’s aunt, her mother’s little sister, which meant that technically she was our great aunt but we just called her Aunt Barbara. She was in her forties and still fairly attractive, tall and blonde and slim, with long legs and a nice chest. She’d been married and divorced a couple of times and didn’t have any kids. Currently she was single.

Kate and I were pretty sure Aunt Barbara didn’t know anything about what was going on in our family, that we were all fucking each other and everything. Mommy had told us not to say a word about it to her, so of course we didn’t.

Anyway, we arrived at the airport in Reno, Nevada, late on Friday afternoon. Aunt Barbara met us at the gate, hugging us and kissing us, telling us how much we’d grown and everything, you know, the way adults always do.

As we walked out toward the parking area, she said to me, “Julie, you just get prettier every time I see you. What grade are you in now?”

“Um, eighth.”

“Eighth grade. I remember that age… that’s when I had my first real boyfriend.” She sent me a wink. “You must be breaking a lot of boys’ hearts, I’ll bet, aren’t you?”

“Oh, well, sort of, I guess.” My aunt didn’t know, obviously, that I was a lesbian.

“And Kate, your mother tells me you’re the star player on the basketball team. That’s impressive.”

“Well, I mean, I’m not really the star — but I’m the captain,” Kate said proudly.

“Wonderful! What grade are you in this year?”

“Sixth.”

“All right… Ah! Here’s the car, finally.”

So, we put our stuff in, and our aunt drove us up to where she lived — in this huge resort hotel and casino on Lake Tahoe! Because she was a vice president of the company that owned the place, she actually lived right in the hotel, in a big suite. And that’s where we were staying too. Very cool.

The first thing Aunt Barbara did when we got to the hotel lobby was take us to one of the restaurants. But we didn’t sit down or anything. She handed menus to us and said we could order anything we liked for dinner and dessert and they would bring it all upstairs to us. Double cool.

We made our choices and then headed for the elevator. The suite was super nice inside. Aunt Barbara was just telling us to make ourselves at home when her cell phone rang. She looked at it and frowned, then answered. After talking to someone for a couple of minutes, she set down the phone and said, “Bad news, kids.”

I must have had a worried look on my face, because Aunt Barbara smiled at me and laid a hand on my shoulder, squeezing it.

“No, don’t fret,” she said, “it’s not that kind of bad news. It’s just that something has come up and I’m going to be in meetings most of the day tomorrow, perhaps all day. It concerns a possible merger between our company and another company. So we won’t be able to do any of the things I had planned. Sunday, though, I’ll spend the whole day with you, I promise.”

Kate and I looked at each other and shrugged. We weren’t quite sure where that left us, but we could be flexible.

Aunt Barbara apologized again for the unexpected change of plans, then showed us the room where we would sleep. It was big and kind of fancy, but there was only one bed, even though it was queen-size.

“You girls don’t mind sleeping together, do you?” she asked.

Ha-ha! If she only knew!

“No,” I smiled, “we don’t mind at all. It’ll be fine.”

We ate our dinner, which was really good, and talked some more, answering Aunt Barbara’s typical boring grownup questions. After that, we watched TV for a while, but before long, Kate and I went in to bed.

Of course, you know us well enough by now to guess that even though we went to bed, we definitely did not go to sleep right away. My sister and I kissed and caressed and played with each other’s pussies and licked and sucked and fucked — both enjoying several delicious orgasms before we finally were ready to drift off.

* * * * *

I woke up fairly early in the morning, as I usually did, and spent some time writing in my journal while Kate snored beside me. Just after 8:00, Aunt Barbara knocked on our bedroom door and stuck her head inside. I was prepared for that, having already put on boxers and a t-shirt, but Kate was still naked. Luckily, she was enough under the covers that nobody could tell.

“My first meeting is at 9:00,” our aunt said. “I’ve got breakfast coming up in about 15 minutes. You kids ready to rise and shine?”

“Sure, no problem,” I smiled.

Kate snuffled and groaned and pawed at her nose, crinkling her eyes. She is not a morning person.

As we ate, Aunt Barbara entered my cell number into her phone, and told us she would call later to let us know how the day was going and when she expected to be free. She said we could walk all around the hotel and out onto the property, go down to the lake if we wanted to, use the sauna or the gym if we felt like it, or do just about anything else.

She gave us plastic badges to hang around our necks, telling us that they not only would gain us admittance anywhere in the hotel (except the casino), but that the magnetic stripe would allow us to purchase anything and everything we wanted — within reason, of course.

“That means Tiffany’s is off limits,” she joked.

There were several high-end stores connected with the hotel, but neither Kate nor I are big shoppers, so that wouldn’t pose much of a temptation.

“All right, so we’re all set,” Aunt Barbara said. “Now, Julie, you’re the oldest, so you have to be responsible. You’ll look out for the little one, won’t you?”

“Yes, ma’am, I will.”

I saw Kate stifling a frown, which made me giggle inside. She hated being called ‘little’ at age 11 and really resented the implication that she couldn’t watch out for herself. She also thought it was dumb that I always acted so polite. But she didn’t say anything about it. She didn’t have to; her look said it all.

Once we were down in the lobby and on our own, however, Kate was fine. She absolutely loved anything adventurous. Exploring the huge grounds and the lake and checking out the gym and maybe trying to sneak into the casino sounded like a ton of fun to her.

“Where do you wanna go first?” I asked my sister. Even though I was the oldest, in a lot of ways Kate was more of a leader.

“Umm,” she put a finger on her chin, looking around, “maybe the lake, although it might still be kinda cold…”

“Yeah, no shit. It was freezing when we got here last night.”

Kate giggled, “Okay, but later though. I’m telling you we have to go down there at some point no matter how cold it is.”

Just then I noticed a cute girl near us. She was standing partway behind some potted plants by a seating area in the lobby. I thought she might have been watching us, but when I looked her way her back was turned.

The girl was young, about our height and probably around our age. A slim blonde, she was wearing a short flippy skirt, sneakers with no socks, and an oversized long-sleeve pullover shirt. Her legs were long and thin and tan. As I was about to look away, I saw her glance over her shoulder at us.

Kate was saying something about the gym. I interrupted her. “Hey, see that girl?”

“What girl?”

“That one there, with the nice legs. I think she’s watching us.”

“Hm, yeah, I guess she is kinda cute. Julie, you always seem to locate hot girls no matter where we are.”

“I know, it’s like radar or something. Girldar maybe.”

My sister giggled again.

The blonde sauntered across the lobby, heading away from us toward the shops. Her skirt was really short. We could practically see her butt. She stopped in front of a bookstore, looking in the window.

I grabbed Kate’s arm. “Come on, let’s go check her out. I’ve got a good feeling about this.”

As we got closer to the girl, she seemed to sense us coming somehow, or at least that’s how it appeared to me. Anyway, she went inside the store. Kate and I followed her in a few seconds later.

Then it was kind of comical. We didn’t want to appear overly forward, so we sort of pretended to be browsing, and it looked like the girl was browsing too. First she was in the Juvenile section, then Romance, then Erotica (!), but every time we moved nearer to her, she stepped away.

After basically circling the small bookstore, the blonde went outside again, into the lobby, and we followed her. I think Kate was getting exasperated, tiring of the game, but I couldn’t help it. There was something about that girl that attracted me like a magnet.

This time I hurried, making sure she wouldn’t get away. Kate tagged along behind. I caught up with the girl outside a cosmetics shop.

“Hey, uh, don’t I know you from somewhere?” I said. A cliché, if there ever was one, but it seemed to work.

“Oh, hi,” the cute girl replied. “Um, I don’t know, but maybe.”

There was a pause, no one sure what to say next. Finally I ventured, “Are you, like, do you live around here or something?”

She shook her head. “No, we’re only here for the day. My moms are attending this seminar thing. They said I could sit with them if I wanted to, but it was fucking boring, so then I asked if I could just walk around and they said okay.”

“Uh-huh,” I nodded. “We’re here for only a little while too, visiting our aunt for a couple days.”

Another short pause as we just looked at each other.

“Um, my name’s Julie. This is my sister, Kate.”

“Hi, I’m Allie — but my friends call me Fucker.”

“Fucker?!” Kate laughed out loud.

“Uh-huh. It’s kind of a nickname.”

“No way,” said Kate.

“Yes way,” she smiled. “I’m not shitting you. When I was a baby, my sister always called me LittleFucker. My moms picked up on it and it kinda stuck, then after a while it just became Fucker.”

I frowned, “But, like, at school and stuff, your teachers, I mean…”

“No, they all call me Allie, which I don’t like as much. You guys can call me Fucker, okay?”

“Okay, Fucker,” Kate laughed again. “What a great name!”

I glanced around, hoping nobody else was close enough to have heard this part of the conversation. No one was.

“Well, uh, so, what are you doing today?” I asked her. “Anything special?”

“No,” she shrugged, “just hangin’ around. How about you?”

“Nothing special. We can do whatever we want, at least until our aunt is done with her meetings and everything.”

The three of us started ambling along together, not going anywhere in particular, just walking. I was in the middle.

After a minute, Kate said, “I really wanna go down to the lake and check it out, you know?”

Allie giggled, “Now? It’s fucking freezing outside!”

“I know,” Kate smiled, “that’s what Julie said too.” Then she added, “What grade are you in? I’m in sixth.”

“I’m in sixth too. I just turned 12. How old are you?”

“I’m 11, almost 12,” said Kate.

That wasn’t exactly true, since my sister had turned 11 only a few months earlier. I winked at her, then told Allie, “I’m 13, almost 14.”

“Shut up,” said Kate, punching my shoulder. “Your birthday was just last month.”

“I know,” I grinned.

We stopped at an upscale candy store, a place that sold designer chocolates and stuff. Allie peered in the window. “Shit, I would be like 800 pounds if I ate as much of that as I want to.”

“You?” I chuckled. “You’re so damn skinny, no way.”

“Oh, thanks.” She turned and smiled at me, running her tongue around her lips in a way that made my pussy tingle.

Suddenly Kate said, “Hey, I know! You guys don’t want to be cold, so how ‘bout if we go find the gym here and get in the sauna. You wanna do that?”

I could have kissed her right then. What a brilliant idea!

“The sauna?” Allie asked, eyebrows raised. “They have one here?”

“Yeah, that’s what our aunt said anyway,” Kate replied. “Let’s go find it, okay?”

Allie nodded, then said, “Okay, but, like, are you sure they’ll let us in?”

“Hell yeah, we can go anywhere.” My sister held up the plastic badge around her neck displaying it. “We’re like VIPs and stuff.”

Allie frowned. “What do you mean?”

Chuckling, I explained, “Our Aunt Barbara is vice president of the company that owns this hotel. So, see, with these badges supposedly we can go wherever we want. Anywhere except the casino, that is.”

“Yeah, but I think later we should try to fucking sneak in there anyway,” said Kate, with an evil grin. “But now let’s go find the sauna.”

We asked at the desk and were told that the gym was one level down. We could either take the elevator or a set of stairs near the front window of the lobby that looked out over the sparkling blue lake. We chose the stairs.

As we were trotting down, Allie said, “Shit, I don’t have a badge, though. Maybe they won’t let me in, or…”

I turned to her, grinning. “That’s when you just say, ‘Badges? I don’t have to show you any stinking badges!’”

They both giggled.

We found the gym, which the hotel actually called the Fitness Center, and then located the sauna. There was no problem at all getting Allie in. The badges Kate and I wore seemed to operate like a powerful talisman.

Full-length windows in front of the stair-stepping machines faced a lawn that sloped down toward the lake. The sauna, however, was in the rear, close to the locker rooms. A young, attractive, very polite female attendant handed us big fluffy towels and one-piece bathing suits and brand-new flip-flops too. She took us to a set of lockers and gave us three keys with pins that would attach to our suits. The attendant told us there was a full-size swimming pool and also a hot tub, but we were eager to try the sauna.

Now it was time to take off our clothes and put on the suits. I looked around and saw changing rooms, a line of little booths like at a clothing store. “There,” I said, pointing, “that’s where we change.”

Allie put a hand on my arm. “I don’t want to go in one all by myself. Can I share with you?”

“Yeah, me too,” nodded Kate. “Let’s all go together.”

“Those booths look pretty fucking small,” I giggled. “But I guess we can try.”

The truth was, of course, that I would be very happy to change clothes alongside this cute girl, and my sexy sister too. I only hoped my panties wouldn’t be too noticeably wet.

We squeezed in and had a great time getting out of our clothes and into our suits in such a tight space. None of us seemed to mind pressing her body up against the others as we took off our shirts and as Kate and I pulled off our jeans and Allie wiggled out of her skirt.

When we were down to just our panties, we stopped for a moment and gazed at one another. It was warm in there, and close. We’d all been laughing as we undressed and were breathing hard.

Our eyes went automatically to each other’s breasts. We were all about the same size, still not very big. At barely 13, I had only small cone-shaped mounds with puffy pink nipples. Kate’s boobies were more rounded than mine but not large at all, with tight brown nipples like little buttons. Allie was sort of in-between. Her developing breasts were soft and white, not even a mouthful yet, with sweet pink nipples.

After we finished studying each other’s bodies, Allie looked into my eyes. She licked her lips again the way she’d done outside the candy store. I felt a surge of lust that actually made me shiver. She parted her lips, lifting her chin. For a second, I thought she was going to kiss me, or that I was going to kiss her, but then the moment passed.

“Okay, uh-um,” I stammered, swallowing hard, “l-let’s get our suits on.”

I could see Kate suppressing a grin. She knew how turned on I was.

Because it was such a tight fit inside the booth, we had to take turns removing our underwear and squeezing into the bathing suits. I went first. My panties were wet, but if either of the others noticed, they didn’t say anything. I pulled up the suit. It was racing style, made of a light, stretchy material. My erect nipples showed clearly through the thin fabric.

Kate went next, then Allie. When our young blonde friend pushed her bikini panties down, I tried to get a look at her crotch, to see if she had any pussy hair yet. If she did, I couldn’t find it then.

Giggling again, we left the changing room, wearing our suits and the new flip-flops. We put our clothes in the lockers, picked up our towels and headed for the sauna.

Continue on to Chapter 2

By Naughty Mommy

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Debby fell asleep in the car on the way back, so Bridget carried the snoozing 9-year-old in her arms into the hotel lobby. They went up to the penthouse in the elevator along with Sheila, Erin, and Fiona. Angela and her group had returned a few minutes earlier and were already in the suite when the others arrived.

They decided Bridget would put Debby down in the third bedroom, the one where Tina and Amanda had left their things after checking out of the motel. Sleeping arrangements had not yet been determined, but that could wait. For now everyone (with the exception of Debby) was still so keyed up from their rousing night of erotic entertainment that sleep was not on their minds — hot lesbian sex was what they were all thinking about.

Angela could hardly take her eyes off Paige. She was ravenous for her. She did her duty as hostess, of course, providing fresh drinks to those who wanted them. But even while making sure her guests were settling in comfortably, with no one left out, Angela kept special tabs on the preteen stunner.

Paige, who was sitting at one end of a leather sofa next to her mother, Eve, was wearing a very short dress, showing off her long slender legs. At the other end of the sofa was Tina, with Eve seated in the middle. Amanda, Tina’s 10-year-old daughter, was on her mom’s lap. Angela flowed around the large room seeing that everyone had what they needed and chatting gaily, and as she did so she made no attempt to disguise her frequent lingering looks at Paige’s beautiful legs.

The girl noticed this, of course, and it definitely excited her. She’d had a taste the previous evening of what fun it could be to flirt and to play little exhibitionist games, and she was also still feeling extremely aroused from the incredible things she’d seen at the private dinner club, so Paige not only enjoyed Angela’s admiring glances at her legs but made sure to slyly pull the hem of her dress up even higher, letting the woman see almost everything.

Eve, Paige’s mother, was well aware of what was going on, but she didn’t mind it, not a bit. She was happy to see Paige asserting herself and flirting so openly — and she also greatly enjoyed looking at her daughter’s bare legs. Eve enjoyed it so much, in fact, that she placed her hand on a cute knee and then slowly brought it upward, letting just the tips of her fingers glide over the smooth skin. She felt Paige begin to tremble with excitement.

The girl turned toward Eve, smiling and licking her lips. The truth was that even though Angela’s lascivious looks really turned her on, the one person Paige desired more than anyone else in the room was her own mother. They’d had sex with each other the night before — and again that very morning — and Paige was now totally convinced that never in her life would she want anyone or anything more than she wanted her mom. She didn’t know if she was in love, if you would call it that between a mother and a daughter, but she definitely was in lust.

Eve returned her daughter’s smile and tightened her grip on the girl’s slim thigh. But she was feeling torn. She wanted Paige very much. And she also wanted her older daughter, Gwen. Sex with both of them was fabulous, amazing, it was … words couldn’t even describe how great it was. And yet Eve was discovering something new about herself. Now that she had come out of her shell, now that she had, with Angela’s assistance, opened those metaphorical doors she’d sheltered behind for so long, she was realizing that she wanted not only her own daughters, but other young girls too — and their sexy mothers as well!

In particular Eve was feeling a strong pull toward Tina. She liked the woman a lot, to start with, simply as a friend. Tina was bright and funny and very pretty, but she also had a special sort of innocent sex appeal. Perhaps it was because she really wasn’t very experienced at all, sexually, even less so than Eve herself. Tina seemed almost virginal at times. And of course those dimples when she smiled, oh my god, it made Eve’s tummy get all fluttery and her pussy warm and moist.

So, Eve smiled again at Paige, then took her daughter’s hand in hers and pulled it into her lap, actually pushing their joined hands firmly into the crotch of her tight jeans. The girl certainly couldn’t mistake the meaning of that gesture. She blushed and giggled, looking adorable. Eve gave her a wink, but then turned to look at Tina. And when she did, she found that she was not the only mom playing sexy games with her daughter.

Amanda was on Tina’s lap, leaning back against her mother. The child’s eyes were glazed, her mouth slack. She was breathing hard. Tina’s hand was between Amanda’s legs, pressing in and rubbing her through the thin cotton of her sundress. Amanda’s hand was on Tina’s, guiding her. The girl was clearly very excited.

Eve was momentarily surprised that Tina and her daughter would perform such a blatantly sexual act in front of everyone. She immediately recognized, though, how silly that reaction was. After all, they had just returned from seeing a live sex show — a mom and her two girls fucking each other — so what did she expect? Perhaps the real surprise was that it had taken this long.

“That’s hot,” Eve said to Tina, “what you’re doing. It’s very hot.”

“I … couldn’t … help it …” Tina replied, forcing the words out between fast breaths.

Eve realized then that Tina was repeatedly pushing herself upwards beneath Amanda, thrusting her pussy against the child’s bottom, humping her. She didn’t think it was likely that Tina could actually come that way, but it was incredibly exciting to see.

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In the third bedroom of the expansive suite, Bridget was looking at Debby. Her little girl was sleeping soundly in one of the two queen-size beds, lying on her back with the sheets at her waist. She was nude. As Bridget had quietly removed her shoes and her ankle socks, then her pretty dress and finally her panties, Debby had only briefly stirred. She was used to having her mother undress her this way. It always felt warm and comforting to the girl.

Bridget thought she probably ought to go back out now and join the rest of the people at the party, or the orgy, or whatever it was they were having. She wanted to, but kept putting it off. The woman just couldn’t tear herself away. She so loved looking at Debby like this. It was something she had been doing for years, gazing at the child as she slept. Of course, there was nothing unusual about that. Nearly all parents probably did it. However, during the past year or so, her viewing sessions in Debby’s room late at night had become increasingly erotic in nature. Now when Bridget looked at her daughter, she felt desire, lust, an overwhelming need to have sex with her.

The afternoon before, on Sunday, she actually had confessed these feelings to Debby, had for the first time admitted her incestuous desires, and — to Bridget’s great relief — Debby had not rejected her or seemed upset by it at all. In fact, she had said it was fine with her. If her mom wanted it, then she wanted it too! Oh what joy for Bridget!

And so they had made love the previous night, and it was every bit as wonderful as Bridget had always dreamed it would be. Debby had not yet experienced a climax (perhaps she was still too young for that), but Bridget certainly had.

The memory of that, of kissing her daughter, of touching her everywhere, even licking her sweet little pussy, made Bridget tremble with desire again. She opened her slacks and shoved a hand down inside her panties. She was very wet.

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Sheila fleetingly wondered where Bridget was. She knew, of course, that her sister was in one of the bedrooms in the suite putting Debby to bed, but why hadn’t she come back out yet? Oh well, it didn’t really matter. Sheila had a party to enjoy, and there were alluring girls and women all around her.

She looked at Amanda on the sofa, sitting on her mother’s lap. It was so fucking hot the way the girl’s mother, Tina, was rubbing her. Sheila wanted Amanda, and she wanted Tina too. As she thought about having them both at the same time, her pussy gave an involuntary twinge, almost like a sudden mini-orgasm. Sheila groaned and squeezed her legs together. She could feel her cunt oozing moisture. God, she was so turned on.

Next to Tina was Eve, and on the other side of Eve was that unbelievably hot young Paige. How could a girl that age be so gorgeous? Of course to Sheila girls of almost any age were desirable, although Paige definitely was something special. It looked as if she and her mom were really starting to get into it, though, so maybe Sheila should focus on someone else for the time being.

Just then Bambi came by to give Sheila a fresh drink. The 10-year-old had been assisting her mother, Angela, with hostess duties. But as she handed the glass to Sheila, the little blonde had such a tempting look in her eyes, an unmistakably frank offer of sexual availability, that Sheila almost climaxed on the spot. She literally shivered all over with desire.

Bambi was familiar with that response. A lot of ladies would act like that when she looked at them in a certain way. It made them get excited, and Bambi always loved helping ladies feel good. But Sheila seemed even more, like, exaggerated than other ladies. And she had such nice big boobs. Bambi really wanted to suck her boobs.

“Miss Sheila?”

“Y-yes, honey?” the woman panted. Her face was flushed. Sweat beaded her upper lip. She was wearing a halter sundress, white and blue and green, with no bra. Her erect nipples clearly poked through the thin material.

“Is it okay if I look at your boobs? I want to see them. Can I, please?”

Another tremor passed through Sheila, this one even stronger than before. Again it was not quite a climax, but damn close. She licked her lips and tried to keep herself from stammering. It wasn’t easy.

“My, uh… m-my boobs?”

“Uh-huh. I think they’re nice. Will you let me look at them?”

Sheila’s legs were shaky, unsteady. She had to sit down. She looked behind her. Good, there was a chair. She sat, fanning her face with her hand, her legs apart. The other hand held her drink, scotch on the rocks. She took a big gulp.

Jesus, what was happening to her? Sheila usually was much more in control of herself. But the effect of all they had seen and done earlier that evening, and now being where she was — in a room full of sexy moms and daughters, with some of the girls being very young, and apparently all of them completely willing — it was just so fucking hot!

She took another long swallow of the cold, bracing liquid, then set the glass down. She reached out and took Bambi’s hand and brought it to her breast.

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Bridget was masturbating. Her slacks and her panties were on the floor. She was leaning over Debby, her face very close to the child’s naked body. The sheets were pushed all the way down so she could see everything. She stared at her daughter’s hairless pussy, so perfect, so innocent, so utterly irresistible. She wanted to kiss her there, lick her, taste her, but she also felt she ought to let the poor girl continue sleeping. So she just looked at her, breathing hard, rubbing her wet cunt, starting to get close.

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Gwen got up. She’d been hanging back a bit, sitting near Erin and her little sister Fiona, quietly chatting with them and observing, just waiting to see what would happen. Gwen had watched her mother, Eve, and her sister, Paige, and smiled at what she’d seen them doing. She’d also watched Tina and her little girl Amanda, practically having sex on the sofa beside them. That was all really exciting.

But then she saw how Sheila reacted when Bambi spoke to her, and that was even more exciting. Suddenly she wanted Bambi. It was almost instinctive. She had to fuck that little girl, and she was certain that Bambi would be willing. Gwen stood and walked over toward her, not even bothering to make an explanation to Erin or Fiona.

“Hi,” she said to the woman and the girl.

“Hi,” Bambi smiled. Sheila looked up and blinked but didn’t say anything. She was too preoccupied with the child’s hands on her breasts.

“So, Bambi,” Gwen began, “is it okay if I, like, touch you?”

“Sure! You can do anything you want with me.” The little blonde’s smile was even broader.

Gwen heard Sheila groan. The woman had a hand between her legs now, inside her panties. With her other hand she was reaching behind her neck, fumbling a bit. She cursed, then said, “Bambi, undo my… my dress here…”

Taking her hands from Sheila’s breasts, Bambi reached up and quickly opened the button that fastened the sides of the halter together. The top of the dress fell away and Sheila’s glorious large bosom was revealed.

“Mmm,” Bambi licked her lips. But then she said, “Um, do you wanna go in my bedroom, Miss Sheila? It’ll be easier in there than on this chair.”

“Oh, uh, yes, of course.”

Sheila got to her feet, a bit unsteadily. She shimmied her dress down over her hips and stepped out of it, laying it on the chair. Her open-toe shoes were already off. Now she was wearing only her pink panties, which had a very noticeable wet spot in the crotch. Sheila took a deep breath and fluffed up her auburn hair, pushing it back from her face. She was beginning to feel somewhat more in control of herself.

She smiled at Gwen. “Are you coming to the bedroom with us, sexy?”

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Bridget came — very loudly — and Debby woke up.

“Mommy?”

“Oh, hi… hi sugar… sorry I… didn’t mean to wake you…”

“It’s okay,” the little girl yawned. “What time is it?”

“It’s late. You can go back to sleep, baby… except… first, do you want to do something to help me?”

“Um, okay.”

Bridget pulled her top over her head, tossing it aside, then unhooked her bra and shrugged it off. She took her breasts in her hands, massaging them and tweaking the hard nipples.

“Will you… just for a minute, honey, suck on Mommy’s nipples?”

“Really?” Debby asked, her eyes wide.

“Yeah, it’s, um… see, it feels really good, really nice. Fiona, uh, she did it for me the other night, and…”

“Fiona did it?”

“Uh-huh, she did,” Bridget nodded.

“Okay, I want to. How do I do it?”

“Just, you know, like a baby.” Bridget leaned down, bringing her nipple close to her daughter’s face. “Just like when you were a baby, Mommy’s sweet little girl, sucking on my nipples.”

“Okay,” Debby smiled, giggling for a moment. But then she licked her lips, opened wide, and took one of her mother’s long brown nipples into her mouth.

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Approaching the quartet on the leather sofa, Angela gave them her prettiest smile. She held out her hands. “Would all of you like to come with me into the bedroom, where we can get more comfortable?”

Eve grinned at the tall blonde and nodded her head. Tina didn’t respond at first. After a moment, she swallowed and said, “What?”

“Come on,” Eve chuckled, placing a hand on Tina’s arm and giving it a squeeze. “Let’s go in the bedroom, okay?”

“Oh, sure, all right.”

Angela took Paige’s hand, pulling the girl up. Eve stood as well. Amanda slipped from Tina’s lap, so limp with arousal that she almost crumpled to the floor. Eve and Tina caught her, though, and as Tina stood up, she lifted the child into her arms. They made their way into the large master bedroom.

Sitting beside each other in a loveseat, Erin and Fiona watched them go. A minute earlier, they had seen their mother, Sheila, go off with Bambi and Gwen toward Bambi’s bedroom. Aunt Bridget still wasn’t there. Maybe she’d fallen asleep with Debby, or maybe they were doing… something else. Anyway, the two girls were now the only ones left in the living area.

Fiona turned to her big sister, grinning. “So, um, did you really mean what you said to me before?”

“Did I… when?” Erin wrinkled her brow, cocking her head.

“Today, out in the ocean. When, um, remember, when we were kissing, or before then, and you said, like, you wanted to, you know, fuck me?”

The teenager nodded, smiling. “Yeah, I did. I really did mean it. So, do you want to now?”

“Yeah, I think I do,” Fiona giggled.

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“Yes, yes, yes, yes!!”

Bridget was ready for another climax, furiously rubbing her hot wet pussy as her daughter mouthed her breast. Debby’s eyes were closed. Her small hands surrounded the tit, holding it almost like a bottle. She seemed to take very naturally to lesbian nipple-sucking, and the erotic sensations were driving Bridget wild.

“Fuck, yes, oh my god, yes, OHHH!!”

She came then, but didn’t stop. It was a fairly small orgasm, certainly wonderful, but Bridget still wanted more — more sex with her daughter. She continued squeezing and stroking her clit as Debby happily sucked her nipple.

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In Bambi’s bedroom, Sheila was flat on her back in the middle of the king-size bed. She was naked, her legs flung far apart. Bambi, also naked, was on top of Sheila, kissing and licking and sucking her nipples. Gwen, barefoot but still clothed, was kneeling between Sheila’s legs, staring at a pair of pussies, one of a mature woman, the other of a child.

Quickly pulling off her shirt, Gwen tossed it away. She wore no bra and was now topless. She bent down, bringing her face close to Sheila’s vulva. Droplets of moisture glimmered in the dark reddish tangle of pubic hair. The teenager inhaled, breathing through her nose. The smell of pussy was intoxicating. It made her mouth water. Then she looked up at Bambi’s little pussy, smooth and pink and hairless. Such a contrast!

Extending a hand, Gwen touched Bambi, her fingertips grazing over the little girl’s labia. In response, Bambi arched her pelvis and opened her legs wider, offering herself. Gwen took a deep breath. Was this all a dream? No, it was really happening!

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At last!

At last she had her. For several long moments, Angela simply gazed at the girl, drinking in her beauty. At only 11 years old, Paige was just starting to mature but already had an undeniably powerful sex appeal — for Angela anyway.

She had always felt there was something very special, something magical about that age… the time when a girl is on the cusp of becoming a young woman, her little breast buds so very tempting, her delicious vulva still almost hairless… so daintily innocent, just barely pubescent, and yet ravishingly seductive.

Paige was lying naked on her back on the huge round bed. Her face was mostly hidden between her mother’s thighs, but the rest of her body was open and available. Angela lightly fondled the girl’s small breasts, feeling the nipples harden. She knew how tender and sensitive they could be in someone this young, so her touch was very delicate, yet also highly arousing. She smiled to herself as she felt Paige responding, a shiver passing through her slim shape.

Her hands moved to the girl’s perfect legs. Gently pushing them apart, she caressed the soft skin, stroking and kneading, then sliding the tips of her fingers up the insides of her slender thighs. Another shiver, this one more dramatic. Paige was ready. Angela could actually see her labia coming open, the petals separating, revealing the moist pink treasure inside.

At last she had her, and now she need wait no longer. Slowly she lowered her face toward the tempting pussy.

Paige was licking her mother. Oh how she loved it! The taste, the feel, the smell, everything, it was just so great! She never wanted to be anywhere else or do anything else.

But at the same time she could feel something happening, something amazing. She knew that Angela was down there, of course, looking at her, caressing her, and it was certainly very exciting. She loved the feeling of the woman’s hands on her body, the way she touched her so softly and everything, but now — now, oh my god, Angela’s tongue, her lips, her whole mouth, so hot and wet, licking me, sucking me, it’s unbelievably nice!

Paige shuddered all over and then realized that she was very quickly getting that warm honey feeling inside again. She knew by now that it meant an orgasm was approaching — but it was so fast this time, faster than ever before! What was Angela doing to her?!!

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Having Debby suck her nipples, seeing her child’s pretty mouth on her tit, her small hands clutching the breast, was just so incredibly arousing. Bridget cooed to Debby, masturbated, and in no more than two or three minutes reached climax yet again, her third orgasm in bed that night with her little girl. This last one was so overwhelming it practically knocked her out. She swooned, seeing stars, leaning heavily on an elbow, gasping, trying to catch her breath.

As she gradually settled down, powerful spasms beginning to recede with now only faint aftershocks making her body tremble, Bridget slowly opened her eyes. She smiled. Debby was beneath her, her mouth still at the breast, but it looked as though her baby had fallen back to sleep. The little one breathed slowly, steadily, occasionally seeming to awaken long enough to suck for a moment, before drifting off once more.

What a darling she was! How happy Bridget felt!

For so long she had dreamed of this day, of a time when she could show her daughter everything she felt for her, holding nothing back. And now they were finally doing it. No matter that Debby was asleep now, or that she had not yet been able to experience an orgasm herself — that would come in time, and they had the time. They had years ahead of them to share their bodies and their incestuous desires, possibly even the entire rest of their lives to love each other in that very special way.

Could that happen? Would it happen? When Debby was an adult, say, a woman in her 20s, with Bridget then approaching 50 (yikes!), would they still be lovers then? She hoped so. For now, though, she was perfectly happy just as she was, just as they were. She laid her head next to Debby’s on the pillow and closed her eyes.

Continue on to Chapter 37

By Naughty Mommy

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In the master bedroom at the condo, Stephanie was feeling very sleepy, almost ready to drop off. After three wonderful orgasms she was completely sated, exhausted but quite happy in spite of any moral reservations she might have. Perhaps it wasn’t right to masturbate in bed with a 7-year-old girl — and not only to masturbate with her, of course, but to do it while the child was sucking her nipples. Yipes!

Smiling to herself, Stephanie thought, well, maybe it’s not right, but I don’t know, who can say? Anyway, it just felt so incredibly good, she’d do it again in a heartbeat. And maybe in the morning they would, she thought with a chuckle. How nice that would be… right now, though, she was really looking forward to falling fast asleep.

She yawned and lightly stroked Jordan’s back as the little girl snuggled beside her. She felt so warm and comfortable, just about ready to float away.

The only problem was, Jordan was fidgety. She kept squirming and sighing. She didn’t seem sleepy at all.

“Honey, are you okay?” Stephanie whispered groggily. “Do you need to go to the toilet or something?”

“No, um, but… can we do Pony-Pony?”

“Pony-Pony, what’s that?”

“It’s a game. Nanna showed it to me. Can I do it with you?”

Although it was late, far past her bedtime, Jordan really needed something. When she sucked the lady’s big nipples it felt so good and then the lady rubbed herself and it smelled so good and now she needed just one more thing before she could go to sleep.

“Well, sweetie, we can’t play a game now, not when it’s so late.”

But Jordan had such an urge. She needed it. “Just for a minute? I can do it fast I think.”

The little girl didn’t know how to masturbate yet. All her orgasms came through sexual contact with her mother, Stacie, or her grandmother, Carol, the woman she called Nanna. She hadn’t played Pony-Pony with anyone else except them, but she wanted to do it now with this lady, her aunt, whatever her name was. It was almost like her mother’s name, Stofie or something, she just couldn’t remember. But she knew how good it would feel to play the game with her and she needed it!

“Please can we? It’s easy.”

“I…… can’t you just go to sleep?”

“No.”

“Well, what kind of game is it?”

“I can show you, okay?”

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Under the sheets in the third bedroom, Jordan’s mother and grandmother cuddled together. They’d just finished making love and were holding each other, softly kissing, sharing the taste of pussy juice on their lips and in their mouths. Stacie and Carol kissed and nuzzled and murmured endearments to one another for a minute or two, and then soon they were drifting off into sleep.

In the other bed in the same room, Veronica was hugging her daughter Hailey, squeezing her tightly. Her heart was still beating fast. Only a few minutes earlier she’d experienced a huge orgasm, one of the strongest she could ever remember, as she’d held the child’s hand in hers and rubbed Hailey’s fingers against her clit. It was so wrong, so unthinkable — and yet so fucking hot.

As her breathing finally slowed, Veronica did her best to convince herself that perhaps it wasn’t really wrong. Perhaps it was simply natural, women and girls having fun together, getting excited, sharing pleasure, and what did it matter if they were related? Had any harm been done? Well, she wasn’t sure about that yet. How did Hailey feel?

She kissed the little blonde’s forehead, tasting salty sweat. There wasn’t much doubt that Hailey also had become aroused, or at least had appeared to, and she’d certainly made no attempt to resist when Veronica used her hand to masturbate. But how was she doing now? What was she thinking about?

“Baby girl?” Veronica whispered.

“Yeah?”

“How are you doing? Are you okay?”

“I’m fine.”

“Well, um, do you, was it okay, I mean, did it bother you? What I did? You know, holding your hand that way, and uh, and rubbing it on me?”

“It was okay. But, um, Mom?”

“Yes, baby?”

“Was that sex? Did you and me, like, have sex, kinda the way you and Mommy do?”

“Well,” Veronica chuckled, “I suppose you could call it sex, although it was mostly one way. Just me sort of using you to get off.”

She realized that Hailey, at only 8 years old, likely would not understand what those words meant, let alone the concepts they referred to. She should simplify things.

“Let’s just say that it was… love, okay? I love you, and we were kissing, and I got really excited and, well, I made myself feel very good, and you helped me. Okay?” She kissed her forehead again.

“Okay…” Hailey yawned and snuggled in closer. “G’night, Mom.”

“Goodnight, sweetheart. I love you.”

“I love you too, Mom.”

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Holly, Hailey’s twin sister, was still awake in the next bedroom.

Not long after she finished doing that master-thing, Kelly had rolled onto her back and then fallen asleep beside her. She’d never really shown Holly how to do it, like she said she would, which was too bad. Oh well, maybe she could show her later, another time. And anyway Holly had sort of seen how she did it, just rubbing herself a lot down there. She couldn’t see all of it, though, because they were kissing at the same time, which was awesome. And it was cool the way Kelly got so excited and the way she had so much of that nice-smelling wet stuff on her fingers, just totally amazing!

In fact, maybe… Holly moved her hand down onto the sheet between them. Yep, she was right, there definitely was a big wet spot there. It felt kind of gooey and slippery. She brought her fingers up to her face, taking a long sniff, and then licked them. It tasted really really good. Tomorrow she’d have to tell Hailey all about it, about everything they did.

Then she wondered what Hailey was doing, wondered if she was already asleep. Probly, ‘cuz it really was late. She remembered that Hailey was gonna ask Mom if they could kiss in bed. I hope they did, Holly thought. Then she can tell me about that, and I’ll tell her about Kelly and what we did, and……  she slipped away into dreamland.

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“So, you said it wouldn’t take long to play this game?” Stephanie murmured, sleepily. She was still in a post-orgasmic stupor, feeling almost drunk, wanting to just drift off. But it seemed the little girl wouldn’t take no for an answer. “How long?”

“I don’t know,” Jordan shrugged, “but pretty fast.”

“What sort of game is it?”

“A fun one.”

“All right, well, uh, how do you play it?”

“I can show you how. Um, first you have to lift up your leg though.” Jordan sat up and began tugging on Stephanie’s right leg, the one across from where the girl was sitting, trying to pull it up.

“What? Why?”

“That’s how you play.”

“What kind of game is this??” Stephanie giggled. She went along, though, allowing the child to raise her leg until it was pointing almost straight up. But then, to her shock, Jordan climbed on top of Stephanie’s other leg, mounting her, bringing their naked pussies together. Oh my god, Jordan wanted to trib with her!!!

“Wait! Hold it! What are you doing? You can’t — ?!” she almost shouted, pushing herself up.

“This is how you play…” Jordan looked hurt and scared. “Don’t get mad.”

“No, honey, it’s, it’s okay, I’m not mad at you, but, but… but what kind of…”

And then suddenly it clicked. Stephanie came out of her haze and realized what it all meant. Earlier, when she’d allowed Jordan to suck her nipples, she’d been so captivated by lust and desire, so deeply immersed in her coming-true fantasy of sex with a little girl that it was almost as though it was happening to another person, or as if it wasn’t really her, only a dream she was having.

Now, however, she finally understood. Veronica had been right all along. There was something going on within the O’Neill family, between Carol and her daughter Stacie and even with Jordan, Stacie’s child. A girl her age wouldn’t suck and fondle a woman’s nipples — or, heaven forbid, want to trib with her — unless she’d been taught to do so. And obviously that’s what had happened. In fact…

“Sweetie, did you say before that, uh, that your Nanna taught you how to play this game?”

“Uh-huh,” the little girl nodded, smiling.

“And you play it with her?”

“Uh-huh, a lot, and with my mommy too. But, oh, I forgot, I’m not s’posed to talk about it.”

“You’re not? Why?”

As soon as Stephanie voiced the question, she knew the answer. It was perfectly obvious.

“Um, ‘cuz Mommy says…” Jordan began.

“Never mind, I understand. It’s all right, honey.”

“Are you mad at me?”

“No, no, of course I’m not, sweetheart. I’m not mad at you at all.”

“Good. Then can we play?”

Stephanie didn’t respond right away. She was still sitting up, leaning on her hands, and she wasn’t sure what to think or how she should feel. Right now she was, well, she was all sorts of things at the same time: stunned, amazed, curious, and yes, she was very aroused!

So should she? Should she really allow the child to do what she wanted to do? Probably not, said the sane part of her mind. But the temptation was simply too great.

“Okay, so… if we’re gonna play this fun game, honey, what do we do next?”

“You just stay there. You lay down, and then I ride pony on the pony.”

“You ride…… all right, well, why don’t you show me how then.” Stephanie lay back down, placing her hands on her breasts and squeezing her nipples. She winked at the girl.

Jordan rewarded her with a huge smile. She looked so happy, so cute, with those big brown eyes and her slim little body tanned from the sun. Nothing on her chest, of course, not even bumps yet. Just flat nipples. Stephanie was feeling very excited — it was so forbidden, to be having sexual thoughts about such a young, pre-pubescent girl. And not only having thoughts about her, but actually having sex with her in real life!

Before starting, however, Jordan frowned and said, “Um… I know you’re the mommy for Holly and Hailey, and for Kelly. You’re my aunt.”

Stephanie nodded, slightly puzzled. “That’s right, sweetie.”

“Okay, but — what’s your name?”

Delighted, the woman laughed, “You don’t remember? Oh, you’re so adorable. My name is Stephanie.”

“Oh yeah,” Jordan grinned, “I knew it was something like that.”

And then, without saying another word, the child set to work. First she looked down between their legs, making sure to position her little pussy exactly where she wanted it, and then the little brunette started to move, just very slowly at the beginning, only a tiny shifting of her body on top of Stephanie’s, and then bit by bit increasing the pace… she slid up and down and side to side and in a gentle rotating motion too… she closed her eyes, concentrating, as if she were trying to reach a certain spot, make the perfect connection.

Oh, Jesus, it felt so damn good. Stephanie closed her eyes as well, and laid her head back, enjoying the erotic sensations. She and her partner Veronica loved tribbing and they did it frequently. But it was different for them, most often a hot, sweaty, frenzied banging in the dark until one or both came. They were so experienced and so used to each other that they usually didn’t take the time to achieve such a precise, intimate, one-to-one meeting between their two clits. That’s what Jordan had done, though, and it was heaven.

Stephanie licked her lips and pinched her nipples, shaking her head in amazement. She could hardly believe it was happening — a little girl, a 7-year-old, was tribbing with her, they were having sex, pussy to pussy, clit to clit, the child’s erect pink nub rubbing on Stephanie’s larger, fully engorged clitoris — and damn, if she wasn’t getting close already!

It was just so goddamn hot, Jordan was fucking her, this hot little girl was going to make her come, pushing her sweet hairless pussy into Stephanie’s cunt, and she said she’d done the same thing with her mommy and her Nanna!!

When she thought about that, when she realized that this was not the first time for Jordan, not at all, that she’d been having lesbian sex, lesbian incest with her mother and her grandmother, it suddenly shot Stephanie over the top.

“Oh fuck fuck fuck yes!!!”

Jordan opened her eyes, smiling. Usually this didn’t happen. Sometimes it did, except usually she was first, or they would both be together. But this was nice. It was fun watching Stephanie, seeing the way she moaned and grabbed her boobies and squeezed them so hard. And she liked hearing her say those bad words. It meant she was really feeling good. That’s what her mommy said.

“God… god… my god…” Stephanie panted, her sudden unexpected climax quickly receding. She raised her head and looked at Jordan, grinning sheepishly.

“You made me come, honey.”

“I know.” Jordan returned the grin.

“But, did you… you didn’t, uh, finish yet, did you?”

“Uh-uh, not yet.”

“Do you want to?”

“Is it okay? Can I?”

“Of course you can, baby. You can do anything you want with me,” Stephanie chuckled. “Is, uh, is there something you want me to do, to help you?”

“No, I can do it. Um, just a minute.”

The little girl closed her eyes again. Stephanie’s cunt was now awash with warm fluids, fully lubricated. That made the connection between their clits even more intimate, it seemed, and even more stimulating for both of them.

Jordan began moving faster right away.

“Ride the pony, ride the pony,” Stephanie heard the child whispering, apparently to herself. She was breathing hard, rocking her hips back and forth, almost like she was — oh, of course, like she was on a rocking horse, riding a pony. Only she was riding Stephanie, fucking her pussy, and Jesus Christ it was just so hot watching her, this little girl having sex with her, it was so hot, and — omigod, Stephanie thought, am I really going to come again, already?

Squeezing her eyes shut, scrunching her face, riding riding riding, yes, oh good, here it comes, here it comes. Jordan could feel it happening, that feeling she loved so much, here it comes, here it comes — NOW!!!

They climaxed together.

Continue on to Chapter 36

By Naughty Mommy

How can I ever tell you how wonderful it is for me, what a relief to know that at the end of each long and tiring day I can come home to…

Well, I don’t suppose I can ever really explain it in words. You would almost have to be me to fully understand what I mean and how I feel. But what the heck, I’ll give it a try.

You see, I work as a cocktail waitress at an exclusive and very private club, a men’s fraternal organization in a big midwestern city. This is one of those truly old-fashioned places, a throwback to, I don’t know, the late 1800’s maybe. The exterior of their building is all brick and stone and narrow curtained windows. The interior is nothing but dark paneling, heavy bookcases, and musty portraits of long-dead men with beards. And oh my, you should see all the antlers hanging everywhere, lots of antlers. Anyway, I think you get the picture.

Of course, no women are allowed inside. There are no female members. Never have been, and never will be. According to gossip among the staff, they’ve been sued numerous times for gender discrimination. Race discrimination too, probably, because I’ve certainly never seen anyone of color in there.

But, not surprisingly, the club has never lost a suit. How could they, when all the top judges and all the best lawyers and all the leading legislators — not to mention the mayor and the governor and the state attorney general — are all members?

Now, I said no women are allowed inside, but that’s not strictly true. Late at night, after hours, there are maids who come in and clean. And then there are the two of us, Heather and me, the cocktail waitresses: I work the day shift; Heather works the night shift. But that’s it as far as women are concerned, just us and the maids. The kitchen staff is entirely male, all three dining room waiters are men, and there are also a few butlers and that sort of thing, males of course.

I suppose some people would tell me I should feel privileged to move among the wealthy and the powerful, to be able to show my shapely legs, my cleavage, and my made-up face to all the influential men sitting in their overstuffed chairs, smoking their awful cigars, reading whatever they read, their eyes following me everywhere, hands always ready for a grab.

That’s the part I hate the most. I could put up with the nasty tobacco smell in my clothes and in my hair, with all the lewd remarks and crude invitations I receive — I could deal with all that if they would only keep their hands off me. But they don’t. Day after day, week after week, I am pawed, groped, squeezed, pinched… and I have to take it with a smile frozen on my face.

When I first started there, almost two years ago, I tried to complain about that. I was told in no uncertain terms, however, that if I wanted to keep my job, with its unusually high pay and excellent benefits, I would just have to accept the hands-on part of the deal. And so I do.

Luckily, there are limits. They can’t take my clothes off (what little clothing my costume consists of) and they can’t actually have sex with me or anything like that. There’s no kissing involved, or not too much anyhow — sometimes a drunken member will lose his head and give me a wet smooch, though thankfully that’s rare.

The point is, here I am, a 31-year-old lesbian being grabbed and fondled and otherwise molested by a bunch of creepy old men. Very rich and powerful old men. It’s a strange situation.

They don’t know I’m a lesbian, or at least I don’t think they do. I’ve certainly never told anyone there. As far as everyone knows, I’m an attractive young woman (very young, compared to most of the members) with long legs and high-heels, a short skirt and a tight-fitting low-cut top. I serve the drinks. I strut around and display my body. I let them see me, and, as much as I have to, I let them touch me. I even flirt a little bit. And I do it because the pay is just so good. Really good.

So, what does that make me? A prostitute? No, of course it doesn’t. It’s not as if I have sex with anyone for money. I simply give them the idea that I might have sex with them someday if they are very, very lucky. I give them something to think about when they go home to their wives.

In return, I am able to put aside enough in savings to make sure Ashley will go to the best college, receive a fine education, become someone special, and never have to work the sort of a job her mom works.

Ashley is my daughter. She is the reason I do all this, that I put up with everything. And in fact, I’m very happy to do so.

I know I must come off like I’m complaining, but really I’m not. It’s all worth it to me. I allow the ugly men with their bad breath to put their hands on me. I smile and laugh, I call them the pet names they like, I bend over low so they can ogle my boobs or look up my skirt. And honestly, I’m satisfied with my job. It has its drawbacks, certainly, but so does every job. I really don’t mind, because I’m doing it for her.

Best of all is knowing what awaits me when I finally arrive home at the end of each long and tiring day. Knowing that Ashley will be there, with her cute little smile, her silly jokes, her funny stories about school, her warm hugs and soft kisses.

We have dinner together, something I bring home from the club (the kitchen staff dotes on me and they feed us very well, bless their hearts). And then at last, the thing I look forward to the most, that special time in the evening when it’s just Ashley and me, my wonderful, beautiful, affectionate 12-year-old daughter.

How can I ever tell you how happy that girl makes me? How much pleasure she brings me? How can I ever put it into words?

Well, perhaps I can’t. This might be one of those times when a picture really does say it all.

So, here we are, my darling daughter Ashley and me…