Juicy Secrets Forbidden Tales of Lesbian Love

By Naughty Mommy

To keep track of everyone while the cruise on the luxury yacht is underway, you can use this chart.

They decided to start with Pony-Pony. That would be young Dani’s first sexual experience outside of masturbation. Her partner would be the much younger Jordan.

Dani lay down on the padded bench, which had been moved a bit closer to the audience. The nude 16-year-old was on her back. Jordan took off her panties, leaving her naked, and climbed onto the bench. She lifted one of Dani’s slim legs in her hands, pointing it straight up, then positioned her hairless slit on top of the girl’s shaved mound, sort of nestling in until they had a very close fit.

“Are you ready?” Jordan asked.

Dani nodded, biting her lip. She felt nervous and shy, even a little scared to be doing this, but also eager, excited, and very turned on. And as the cute child slowly began to move — pressing their pussies together, pivoting slightly and gently rocking, sliding back and forth only a small amount at first — Dani could feel how wet she was inside.

Then she could smell it too. Dani could smell her juices. The way Jordan was moving on her, kind of meshing their labia together, their pussies were beginning to open up, and now Dani’s lubrication was coating the lips, making it easier for Jordan to glide up and down with almost no friction at all.

Dani licked her lips. She glanced around. She was naked in a big room on a boat with a whole bunch of pretty women and girls, mostly moms and daughters, and they were all going to have sex, like in a big orgy, the kind of stuff she’d only imagined before. But this was real. And oh my god, what Jordan was doing on top of her now was driving her insane!

Both girls were breathing fast, starting to sweat. Their clits emerged as their arousal increased and soon began to meet, stiff pink buds sliding across each other, kissing, tickling, stimulating — and Dani knew then that she could come this way. She hadn’t been sure at first, it all seemed so bizarre, but now it just felt unbelievably great. And when she thought about where she was and what she was doing — being fucked by a little girl, only 7 years old — the electric thrum inside her started to grow, pulsing, tingling, throbbing, making her quiver with excitement.

Dani closed her eyes, tilting her head back, focused on only one sensation: the hot slippery urgency of Jordan’s sex grinding on hers. There were other things she could hear — women’s and girls’ soft voices, moans and sighs, maybe the sounds of masturbating — but all she felt was that steady hump-hump-hump of pussy on pussy, and of course the delicious, tickly, insistent swelling of a wonderful climax on its way.

All around the room, women and girls were pushing forward in their seats, wanting to see. Some at the ends of the row had stood to get a better look. Nearly all were rubbing themselves, and in fact Georgia had already come again. She was the very definition of multi-orgasmic: a dozen or more climaxes in a day was not unusual for her. But Sheila was getting close now too, as was Veronica.

Standing near the fornicating girls, Julie and Desiree were fingering each other as they watched, and so were Carol and Stacie. Other members of the yacht’s crew — Ana, Jenifer, and Abby — were looking in from the sides. All three were masturbating.

Dani heard Jordan huffing, puffing. She opened her eyes to discover the pinched red face of the girl, her eyes squeezed shut, mouth in a grimace. Her little body moved like a miniature demon on top of Dani’s, flashing back and forth, fucking her so hard —

That vivid image was all it took. The slim blonde shuddered and gasped as climactic spasms jolted through her. Only seconds later, Jordan was coming too, squealing and shaking uncontrollably, before collapsing onto Dani, hugging her tightly.

A few people tried to applaud, led by Caroline, the captain, but most were too busy with their hands between their legs, either very close to an orgasm or in the middle of one. The air was filled with the sounds, the aromas, the heat of aroused women and girls.

And the show wasn’t over. After allowing the pair half a minute or so to recover, Carol, Jordan’s grandmother, lifted the little girl and shifted her forward until her crotch was over Dani’s face.

Cheeks flushed, eyes hooded, forehead shiny with sweat, the child looked up at her Nanna. “Ride Pony?” she asked in a feeble voice.

“That’s right, baby. Ride Pony on Dani’s tongue, okay?”

“Okay,” Jordan nodded, starting to smile.

Dani panted “…oh my god… …oh my god…” trying to catch her breath, hoping to understand what would happen next.

It wasn’t hard to figure out. Only an inch or two above Dani’s mouth was a young girl’s pussy, pink and wet, gleaming with moisture. She had never licked another girl, of course, but that was about to change.

“Stick out your tongue,” said Jordan. “Hold it way out, like stiff.”

Surprised, Dani actually found herself giggling. But she did as she was told, extending her tongue as far as she could, then watched in amazement as Jordan used her small fingers to pull back her labia, exposing the pink bud, her tiny clitoris.

Holding herself open that way, the girl eased slowly down until clit met tongue — and then began to ride.

“Oh, Jesus,” Sheila groaned.

Sliding from the sofa onto the floor, she turned to kneel between Fiona’s legs, pushing them apart. The 12-year-old was in a short nightie with no undies — Sheila had insisted that both her daughters dress that way for the pajama party, to make things easier — and now her mother eagerly buried her face in the girl’s juicy pussy.

Following Sheila’s example, Paige knelt between her own mother’s legs, quickly pulling the sheer white panties she wore down and off — stopping for just a moment to sniff and taste the gooey wet spot in the center of the undies — and then spread Eve’s beautiful long legs open. With a happy sigh, the girl leaned forward, bringing her mouth to the woman’s sex, kissing and licking and sucking.

Further down the row, there was still more illicit mother-daughter sex: Tina was eating Amanda, Angela was eating Bambi, and Caroline was eating Charlie, with the little girl’s Winnie-the-Pooh pajamas down around her ankles.

Stephanie saw all this, and loved it, but what excited her more than anything was when Georgia suddenly got up, bringing her daughters along with her. She positioned Melissa in front of Hailey, Jemma in front of Stephanie, and herself in front of Holly. The twins were perched on their mother’s bare legs, which were now spread wide apart. Both girls had their panties off, as did Stephanie — she’d removed them during the short intermission in anticipation of something like this.

Without saying a word, Georgia nodded to her kids. Then she began to lick Holly, Melissa began to lick Hailey, and little Jemma, the 8-year-old, started licking Stephanie!

Oh my god, it felt fantastic. It was obvious that Jemma had plenty of experience, that she had been taught well how to please a woman. Stephanie leaned back, her heart beating fast, breath coming quickly, taking in the magnificent sight — a twin on either knee, having their pussies eagerly licked by a sexy mom and her 12-year-old daughter while the even younger daughter was eating her!

On the bridge, Emma was doing as Harriet had done before, watching all the action on the video monitors while also keeping an eye on the other instruments. She had a hand down inside her loose shorts, rubbing herself. An elastic waistband allowed easy access and she wore no panties, so her hand could freely roam, sliding over the smooth, laser-depilated skin, stroking and squeezing her labia, teasing her clit, often dipping down into her hot, wet vagina.

Emma had permission to masturbate while on duty, as did the rest of the crew, but she also understood that no orgasms were allowed on the bridge. She respected and always obeyed that rule, but really looked forward to getting back to the orgy and playing some more with the women and girls.

It took Jordan only a couple minutes of riding Pony until she started to get the special feeling again, that jumpy, shaky, happy glow inside that she loved. She wanted to feel it all the time, and she was so glad her Mommy said it would be okay for her to play as much as she wanted tonight, with anyone, everyone! First, though, it was Dani, that really nice girl under her.

Jordan’s eyes were closed, but now she opened them. She looked down at Dani. Their eyes met. Keeping her tongue held out, the teenager smiled. Jordan smiled too.

Then Jordan did something she hadn’t done before. Usually when she got this feeling, when that jumpy thing inside her was almost ready to go crazy, the girl would lean forward on the bed or sofa or floor, wherever she was, holding herself up while it happened. But now she was right at the end of a bench, so she couldn’t do that. Instead, she took Dani’s head in her hands, holding on tight. And instead of shutting her eyes again, like she usually would do, she kept looking at Dani, straight into her eyes.

“Ride the Pony, ride the Pony,” Jordan whispered as she and Dani stared at one another, eyes locked. “Ride the Pony, ride the Pony!”

Dani could hardly believe it — a little girl was having oral sex with her, fucking her face, getting ready to come in her mouth! She had her hands on Jordan’s bottom, squeezing the tight round cheeks, pulling her in close as the child rocked back and forth on her tongue, moving faster and faster. It wouldn’t be long now.

“Ride the Pony, ride the P—  eeyahh!!”

Jordan came so quickly that not many of the others were ready. Only Desiree, standing next to her friend and rubbing her clit as she imagined being in Dani’s place — or in Jordan’s — and Ana, who was watching from a little further away and who really liked taboo — anything involving incest or underage girls — only the two of them reached orgasm at the same time as Jordan.

Ana leaned back against the bulkhead, two fingers pressed up inside her cunt, the other hand squeezing her clit. The woman was able to make her climax last, playing it out, riding the wave, fucking herself and stroking her clit at just the right time so she would continue to come, on and on, again and again. She kept her eyes open, looking not only at Jordan and Dani, but also at Caroline eating Charlie, at Angela eating Bambi, at Tina with Amanda, at Paige and Eve, at Sheila and Fiona. All this hot dirty forbidden sex drove her absolutely wild.

Now Harriet was ready too. She had arrived in the main saloon a few minutes earlier after hurriedly stripping off her clothes and donning a short black nightgown. Harriet loved watching people play, and she’d already been very turned on while observing from the bridge, so it didn’t take much longer once she was on the scene. She reached under her nightie and rubbed herself, gazing around the room. She saw the little girl come on top of Dani, which was incredible, and then she heard Ana grunting and groaning.

The engineer turned and looked at the nude chef. She admired her full lips, her curvy shape, and especially those thick brown nipples Harriet loved to suck — and as she thought about that, Harriet came.

Stacie caught Jordan just as she began to fall forward off of Dani, taking the sweaty, trembling child into her arms. Two strong orgasms in only a few minutes had left the little one nearly unconscious. Stacie hugged her daughter, stroking her, kissing her cheeks, saying how much she loved her. Carol came over too. Together they soothed Jordan, nurturing her, petting her… and surprisingly soon, the bouncy girl was ready for more.

It was time for the real deflowering of Dani, the initial penetration of her virgin pussy. After placing Jordan back on the padded bench, on her knees between Dani’s legs, Stacie crouched beside the child to give instruction and encouragement. Carol was on other side, also ready to help. With her own orgasm completed, Desiree knelt beside Dani, holding her friend’s hand, kissing her softly, telling her everything would be fine.

Julie had spoken with Dani previously and inquired about her masturbation habits. Although she hadn’t checked physically, Julie was quite certain the girl had broken her hymen years earlier, so that shouldn’t be a problem. Still, the only thing she’d ever had inside was her own finger; the teen was likely to be very tight. Opening a cabinet behind her, Julie removed a large plastic bottle with a squirt top. The label said Liquid Silk. She handed it to Carol, who smiled and nodded.

Everything was in place.

“Jordan, honey, we want you to try something new, okay?” Carol said.

“Okay, what?” the child replied, her eyes bright.

“Well, first, baby,” said Stacie, “how about if you try licking Dani, you know, the way I’ve licked you before. Sort of like Pony, except you lick and suck instead, and you’re on top. You remember how I did that with you?”

“Uh-huh,” Jordan nodded, grinning. “I liked it!”

“I know you did.” Stacie gave the girl a quick kiss on the lips. “So now you lick Dani that way, okay?”

“Okay, sure!”

After setting the bottle of lube on the floor, Carol gently opened Dani’s labia with her fingers, letting Jordan see inside. The girl glanced up at her Nanna, who gave her an encouraging wink. Then Jordan closed her eyes, bent down, and inhaled deeply through her nose, almost comically.

“Mmmm, she smells good. Just like you, Mommy!”

“Good, I’m glad,” Stacie giggled. “I’m sure she will taste good too. You start licking her now, all right?”

“Yeah!”

Carol suppressed a chuckle as she watched Jordan lean in and begin devouring Dani’s pussy. There was nothing shy or timid about that little girl! The child happily licked and sucked, eager to try each new thing as her mother or grandmother suggested it. She munched on Dani’s labia, tongued her vagina, nibbled her clit, and more. They let this go on for several minutes, giving Dani time to relax, to loosen up, allowing the erotic sensations to gradually build.

Meanwhile, climaxes were happening around the periphery. Bambi came in Angela’s mouth, and Amanda came in Tina’s mouth. Shortly after that, Charlie came in Caroline’s mouth, then Eve came in Paige’s mouth and Fiona in Sheila’s mouth. Neither of the twins had orgasms, with Georgia licking Hailey and Melissa licking Holly — it was all just too novel for them to completely let go — but Stephanie enjoyed a loud and extremely wet climax with young Jemma licking her. Veronica, watching them and rubbing herself, came at the same time as Stephanie.

Stacie and Carol gazed at each other for a moment. They were kneeling on either side of the bench, assisting Jordan. After reaching a silent agreement, both glanced up at Julie, who was standing near Dani and Desiree. Julie met their eyes and nodded.

“Okay, honey, that’s great,” Carol said softly to Jordan. “Really good job. I can tell how much Dani likes it.”

That was obvious, in fact, to anyone who looked. Dani had her head raised, looking down at Jordan, watching the little girl lick her. The teen was breathing hard, licking her lips, squeezing Desiree’s hand tightly in her own. Dani’s face was flushed and beaded with sweat, her body trembling.

“So, now it’s time for something else, okay?” said Stacie.

Lifting her mouth from Dani’s sodden pussy, Jordan smiled at her mom. “Uh-huh. Okay, what?”

“Well, we want you to try putting your fingers inside her.”

They heard Dani sigh, “Oh my god, yes.”

“Inside?” asked Jordan.

“That’s right. Do it first with one finger, okay?” Stacie held up her own index finger as an example. Then she pointed it at Dani’s vagina. “Right in there. Put your finger right in there.”

People began to get up, moving in closer to see. Bambi and Amanda came and stood near Stacie, holding hands. Their mothers, Angela and Tina were just behind the girls, arms wrapped around them. All four had shed their pajama party clothing and were nude.

Paige and Gwen and their mother got up as well, the younger girl also sliding in close to Stacie, peering around her at Dani. Gwen and Eve were right behind Paige. Next to Paige was Fiona, then Erin at the end of the bench. Holly and Hailey crowded in too, near where Carol was kneeling. Their two moms were with them, standing just behind, hands on the girls’ shoulders. Melissa, Jemma, and Georgia were on the other side of the twins, watching closely, as were Debby and Kelly.

The only two of the yacht’s guests not observing the lesbian action in the center of the room were Bridget and Sheila. The sisters were instead engaged in a heated 69, lying on a sofa with Sheila on top.

Caroline slipped out of her terry robe and dropped it on a chair. She had already removed Charlie’s feet pajamas, so both were naked. Taking her daughter’s hand, the captain moved slowly over to where Eve was standing with her girls, Gwen and Paige, the three of them watching Jordan play with Dani. Eve was still wearing her white babydoll nightie, though her panties were off.

“Hello,” said Caroline to the tall, lovely brunette.

“Hello,” Eve smiled.

“May Charlie and I spend some time with you?”

“Yes, of course, that would be nice.”

Caroline slipped a hand under Eve’s nightgown, cupping her bottom, kneading the warm flesh. Leaning close to her ear, she whispered, “Do you fancy little girls?”

“Uh, well, yes, I… I think I do,” Eve nodded slowly.

“Don’t you think they’re bloody marvelous, the very small ones, so young, so innocent, so tempting?” As she was saying this, Caroline picked up Charlie, cradling the tiny girl in her arms, spreading her thin legs apart, exposing her to Eve.

“I only just got done licking her, you know. And look at her now… so pink and fresh and inviting.”

The woman slid her thumb between the child’s legs, probing into her juicy little vagina. Charlie giggled, shivering in pleasure. Eve stared at the illicit display, swallowing hard, licking her lips.

Standing beside her mother, with Paige just in front of them, Gwen’s eyes went wide. Even with all that had already taken place during their vacation, the tall teenager was continually surprised — and aroused — to be hearing and seeing such things. Sliding her hand down, she unsnapped the crotch of her sheer black bodysuit and began to play with herself.

On the other side of the room, Abby eased around until she was close to Stephanie.

“Hi,” she whispered in her ear.

“Hi,” Stephanie answered. She turned her head and the two blondes shared a soft kiss. Abby reached around to cover Stephanie’s breasts with her hands, squeezing them gently.

“Mmm,” Stephanie sighed as she felt the 19-year-old’s fingers pinching her nipples.

Ana approached Angela and Bambi. They both were nude, as was Ana.

“I love the young girls,” Ana smiled, nodding toward 10-year-old. “Muy bonita.”

“Thank you,” Angela replied. “I think she’s very pretty too… as is your daughter.”

Both women looked at Jenifer, who was standing nearby, smoking a cigarette while rubbing her shaved pussy with her other hand. She was naked. Angela beckoned to her. The shy 22-year-old giggled nervously, but then put out her cigarette and stepped over to them.

After kissing Jenifer’s mouth, Angela asked, “Would you like to play with me while your mother plays with my daughter?”

“Okay, yes, I do,” Jenifer nodded. Angela took the sexy brunette in her arms, kissing her deeply, hands going everywhere.

Ana watched them for a few seconds before kneeling in front of Bambi. She took the child’s hand in hers and tenderly kissed it, almost as in courting. Their eyes met. They both smiled. Then Ana’s gaze slid down to Bambi’s crotch. She licked her lips.

Bambi adjusted her stance, moving her feet apart, arching her pelvis, presenting her puffy mound to the older woman. It was clear invitation. Ana accepted it, leaning in with a happy sigh, using her thumbs to gently part the hairless labia, gazing in at the little girl’s moist pink sex for a long moment — before opening her mouth and beginning to lick.

Harriet came up behind Julie, who was standing at the end of the bench close to her daughter, Desiree. Without saying a word, Harriet pulled her nightgown off and dropped it to the floor, then put her hands on Julie’s hips. The full-bodied brunette pressed her groin against the slim blonde’s bottom, humping her suggestively.

Julie responded by turning her head to look back at Harriet, grinning and running her tongue around her mouth, giving her a look of carnal desire. The engineer grabbed Julie’s breasts, squeezing them hard. She loved the feel of a woman’s breasts in her hands.

Emma viewed all this on the monitors from her post on the bridge, a hand inside her shorts, rubbing her wet pussy, eager to see what would happen next. She kept a watchful eye on the instruments, of course, and also checked the digital clock from time to time, knowing she would be relieved after a while and could join the fun again.

Continue on to Chapter 55

By Naughty Mommy

To keep track of everyone while the cruise on the luxury yacht is underway, you can use this chart.

The two women with oiled hands slowly gazed around the plush main saloon in the Carte Blanche. Both were nude, as was Abby, the tall 19-year-old blonde lying face up on a padded bench between them. Before resuming their sensual massage of the girl, Ana and Julie paused to take in the scene.

Seated in front of them, in chairs and on sofas, were nine women, age 44 down to age 25, and eleven girls from 16 down to 7. All were guests on the yacht and were dressed for a ‘pajama party’, which meant they were mostly un-dressed. With them were Caroline and Georgia, the captain and first mate, along with their daughters. Georgia, who had Jemma on a knee, was sitting beside Stephanie. Her older daughter Melissa was on the other side of Georgia. Caroline, with little Charlie on her lap, was next to Angela, at the far end of the seats.

Behind Ana and Julie, on a large movie screen lowered from the ceiling, video excerpts of beautiful women and girls making love continued to play. The air in the room was warm and close, humid with desire, heavy with the scent of feminine arousal. Most of the women and a few of the girls were openly masturbating and several had just completed climaxes.

Julie and Ana turned to their daughters, standing beside them. Both were also nude. Desiree poured more oil from a small glass vial into Julie’s palm, and Jenifer did the same for her mother.

As the women began applying the aromatic oil to Abby, the girls each poured some of the golden liquid into their own palms, then set the vials down. Smiling and facing toward the seats, they rubbed oil over their bodies, coating their breasts, their bellies, their loins. Their skin shone.

Julie started again at Abby’s feet, caressing her, easing her slick hands slowly up the girl’s long legs. Ana began with the blonde’s arms, then her shoulders, her neck, and her breasts. Their daughters watched what the women were doing, and also made frequent eye contact with the spectators, while at the same time their fingers worked between their own legs, squeezing their labia, teasing their clits, sliding into moist vaginas.

Stephanie had Hailey perched on one knee, but that hadn’t stopped her from pushing a hand inside her soaked panties to play with herself. She could already feel the beginnings of a delicious climax swirling up from deep inside. It was intensely exciting for her to be among so many naked or half-dressed women and girls — mothers and daughters! — sweating, groaning, filled with desire for hot illicit lesbian sex.

With the exception of some of the youngest girls, everyone in the audience was masturbating now. Over the moans and sighs of the video soundtrack could be heard the wet slapping sounds of fingers plunging into pussies, the muffled cries of aroused women and girls teasing their clits, heavy breathing getting faster as they brought themselves closer and closer to orgasm.

Holly didn’t know where to look — at her mother touching herself right next to her, at the two ladies rubbing their hands all over Miss Abby, at the other two standing there in front of her doing that master-thing, whatever it was called, or maybe up at the movie screen where she could see anything she wanted to see, all kinds of licking and sucking and fingers going inside everywhere — it was just so totally amazing, and now she really wanted to feel good too.

“Mommy?” said Holly.

“Uh, yes, honey?”

“Will you rub me? Rub me down here?”

Without waiting for a reply, the little girl got to her feet, quickly tugging her undies down and off. Then she climbed onto her mother’s leg and leaned back against her, pulling up her nightie to expose her hairless slit.

“Me too!” Hailey exclaimed, dropping off Stephanie’s other leg just long enough to remove her own undies before clambering back on, lifting her nightie and exposing herself the same way. “Rub me too!”

“Oh, well, sure, girls,” their mother chuckled, “but…”

“It’s all good, you take care of them and I’ll take care of you.”

That was Georgia. The young woman snaked a hand under Stephanie’s arm and then down between her legs, slipping into her panties. With practiced fingers she found the clitoris, giving it a quick pinch before sliding a finger lower still, penetrating the woman’s heated vagina while her thumb teased the erect nubbin.

“Oh my god, that’s good,” sighed Stephanie. She knew it wouldn’t take long at all for her to come, being stimulated like that. But she also wanted to give her daughters the pleasure they had asked for.

First she kissed them each on the mouth. “I love you, girls. I love you very much.”

“We love you too, Mommy,” the 8-year-old twins answered in unison.

Then she put her hands on their smooth mounds, feeling the warm puffy labia. As she began to rub the girls, Stephanie glanced around. On her right, Sheila had taken advantage of the space vacated by Holly to slump over on her side and lift a foot onto the sofa, opening her legs for her daughter Erin. The redheaded teen was licking Sheila’s cunt.

Stephanie also saw that Jordan had climbed onto Carol’s lap, and that the child’s panties were off. Her grandmother, the woman Jordan called Nanna, was fondling her little pussy. The black bra Carol had been wearing was gone, discarded somewhere, and Stacie was leaning over to kiss and lick her mother’s tits.

Further along the row, Eve, Paige, and Gwen were kissing and fingering one another, as were Bambi and Amanda. Meanwhile, Caroline was on her knees between Angela’s outstretched legs. The sheer negligee had been pulled up to Angela’s waist and the captain was eating her. Charlie, the 7-year-old, stood next to her mother with a small hand on her back, watching closely.

In the center of the room, the action was beginning to intensify as well. Julie had pushed Abby’s legs apart, the girl’s feet dropping to the floor, her pussy open to the spectators. Leaning over from the waist, her face close to the smooth shaved mound, the woman massaged the teenager’s swollen labia for half a minute or so with oiled fingers. It was easy to see how excited Abby was becoming as she groaned and shuddered with every stroke. The older woman, Ana, was doing something else now too, not only caressing the girl’s small breasts, but bending down to wetly kiss her mouth and then to lick and suck her erect nipples.

What really got everyone’s attention, though, was when Desiree and Jenifer turned away from the audience and approached the naked women. Each slid a hand between her mother’s legs from behind, finding the opening to the vagina and shoving a finger deep inside, fucking their moms. The two continued rubbing themselves at the same time.

The orgy was underway, at least the beginning of it, with masturbation, nipple sucking, kissing, touching, fingering, oral sex, incest…

A loud cry signaled a climax. It was Kelly, at the end of the row on the left. Her mother, Veronica, was finger-fucking her, bringing the teen to a shrieking orgasm. Seeing this was too much for Stephanie. She wanted to continue stroking her daughters, and tried to, but couldn’t hold back the powerful surge of lust that suddenly pushed her over the top. As she gasped and strained, her body quaking with each climactic spasm, she realized in a distant part of her mind that Georgia was coming too, next to her.

Holly and Hailey looked around the room, their eyes going everywhere, watching the sex and the porn, hearing the moans and cries, smelling the fragrant oil and the pungent aroma of pussy.

No one else was ready just then, but it didn’t take much longer, only another minute or two, until Sheila was coming in Erin’s mouth, and then Angela in Caroline’s mouth. Shortly after them, it was Bridget and Fiona, masturbating next to each other and climaxing simultaneously. Then it was Eve, and soon after her, Gwen, then Paige.

By that time, Jenifer and Desiree were really fucking their mothers fast and hard from behind and it appeared that both women were right on the edge. Julie, who had a finger inside Abby, reaching for her G-spot while also sucking her clit, was shaking with excitement. It seemed that she was trying her best to hold on until she could bring Abby.

“Cogerme duro! Cogerme duro!” hissed Ana over and over again as she kneaded Abby’s breasts, pinching the nipples. Only a few people knew the translation — that she was imploring her daughter to ‘Fuck me hard!’ — although it wasn’t difficult to guess what the woman wanted from the way she was bending over, thrusting her pelvis back to receive Jenifer’s plunging fingers.

Veronica came loudly, watching this and playing with herself, and then Georgia came again, her third orgasm in only a few minutes. After that it was Melissa, Georgia’s 12-year-old daughter, sitting between her mother and Veronica.

Now Ana couldn’t wait any longer. She climaxed while Jenifer fucked her, and then only a moment later Julie got what she wanted — Abby crying out in passion, reaching orgasm — so Julie could finally let herself go too, coming hard on Desiree’s finger deep inside her cunt. Seeing their moms come was also enough to push both Jenifer and Desiree over the top as they furiously rubbed their clits.

Five orgasms from the entertainers in the center of the room and at least a dozen more among the spectators, all within a short time. Watching all this on video monitors from her place on the bridge, Harriet could barely restrain herself. Her hand was pushed inside her panties, fingers dripping with moisture. She didn’t quite come, but she certainly got close.

The woman had too much integrity, however, to ever lose control completely, even in a situation like that. She managed to retain her composure and keep an adequate enough focus on the ship’s instruments. But oh god was she desperate to lick some pussy!

There was a brief intermission. The video went off and the movie screen receded back up into the ceiling. Ana, Jenifer, Julie, Desiree, and Abby departed, leaving the padded bench behind. The lights were brought up halfway. Emma, still in her boy shorts and halter bra, came around pushing a cart, offering glasses of ice water or shots of tequila. Most of the women accepted both. Among the girls, only Gwen decided to try the tequila, with her mother’s permission, but she didn’t like it very much.

After about ten minutes, Julie came back out. She was leading Dani, holding the slim young blonde by the hand. Julie wore a thong and a skimpy bra, while Dani was completely nude. Everyone took their seats again, excited to see what would happen next.

Julie waited until it was quiet, and then said, “Now we have a special treat for you, a very special treat.”

She smiled at Dani, who blushed and giggled, holding a hand over her mouth. Julie continued, “As you know, this pretty girl is Dani. She and her family moved a few months ago from Canada to Los Angeles, where my daughter and I live. Dani and Desiree go to the same high school and they have become best friends. Isn’t that right?”

Dani nodded, giggling some more, “Uh-huh.”

“As we got to know Dani, I learned that she’d had some dance training when she was younger, and so I invited her to enter the dance academy I run in LA. She did so, and has become an excellent student. But there is one other very important thing that Desiree and I also learned about Dani. Would you like to tell everyone what that is?”

Julie took a step back, letting go of Dani’s hand. The girl blushed even more deeply, turning red from her ears down to her chest. She swallowed hard and gazed out at the audience, trying to build up her courage.

“Okay…” Dani took a deep breath. “Okay, um, well, I’m a virgin.”

The room was silent for a moment, everyone taking in and evaluating this news.

Stepping forward again, Julie said, “Now, this may not seem all that remarkable to you. After all, there still are a few 16-year-old virgins left in California.”

That remark drew scattered chuckles.

“But the really significant part of this is that Dani has made a decision. She has decided that tonight, with your help, she will lose her virginity.”

Eyes went wide. There were a few gasps and several brief murmurs.

“I should mention two other things, by the way,” Julie went on. “When I say she is a virgin, or when she says that, it means she has never had sex with anyone in her life. Not with a boy or a man, not with a woman or a girl. She really is a virgin. Except with herself, that is. You do masturbate, don’t you, Dani?”

“Oh yeah, a lot, since I was 11!” The girl laughed, and many in the audience laughed with her. There was even some applause.

Julie motioned to the side, and Desiree came out to join them. She was nude. Her mother took her hand and announced, “Just so you know, my lovely daughter here is not a virgin. She’s 15 now, almost 16, and had her first sexual experience at age 12, with… would anyone care to guess who it was with?”

“With you?” said Carol.

“That’s right,” Julie nodded, smiling, and got a loud round of applause.

“So fucking hot,” Carol remarked, as she openly ogled the teenager.

“Desiree loves sex. She’s bisexual, the same as me, so she’s been with both boys and girls. Of course, she’s on the pill, and always uses condoms with the boys. She and Dani have kissed a few times, and I’ve kissed Dani too, but that’s all, just a little kissing. She always said she wasn’t ready for more, and we respected that. Now, however…”

Julie looked at Dani, evidently expecting her to complete the sentence.

“Okay, um, now, however, I don’t want to be a virgin, not any more,” said the girl. “I want you, all of you, to take it from me.”

Up and down the line of seats, the girls and women, especially the mature women, studied young Dani. She was a tiny little thing, only about 5’2”, not even a hundred pounds, very fair skinned with long, straight, light blonde hair and pretty blue eyes — almost a storybook image of how you might picture a virgin. Her breasts were small, barely an A cup, her nipples pink and perky. What little pussy hair she had was shaved clean. She had no noticeable blemishes, no tattoos, no piercings. Even her eyebrows were faint. A pure innocent girl, ripe for the taking.

“We talked about this earlier today — we’ve been talking about it for several days, in fact,” Julie said, “but I just want to make sure, one more time. Are you certain, Dani, that you are ready to go through with this?”

“Yeah, definitely, for sure, I really want to,” she affirmed, bobbing her head.

“All right, then, if you’re ready, who would you like to begin with? Is there anyone special you’d like to have as your first?”

“Well, um, you and Desiree, a lot, for sure, and then, um, the girls, the younger ones, I mean the really young ones, if that’s okay…”

“Of course it’s okay,” Julie assured her. “Anything and anyone you want.”

“Okay, and then, uh, also I especially want to do it with Stephanie.”

“Me?” Stephanie blinked. “Why me especially?”

“Well, because, I mean, because you really seem like a mom, like I could call you Mommy or something while we were doing it, you know?”

“And you… and you want that?”

Dani nodded, “Uh-huh.”

“Could I call you Mommy too?” Desiree blurted.

From somewhere behind them, they heard Abby saying, “That’s funny, I asked her the same thing.”

Stephanie smiled, “Yes, Desiree, I would love to have you call me Mommy. It would get me very excited.” But then she looked at Julie. “You don’t mind, do you?”

“No, of course not. I don’t mind at all,” the woman chuckled. “Whatever turns them on and turns you on — whatever will lead to more juicy pussies and more orgasms, that’s what we want.”

Turning again to Dani, Julie said, “You still haven’t told us, though, honey — is there someone special you’d like to take you first? Would it be Stephanie?”

“No, um,” Dani nodded, “I mean, think it would be, like, even kinkier and hotter if it was, if my very first was one of the youngest girls here. I really want Jordan to fuck me.”

“Oh my god,” Stacie and Carol sighed in unison.

Upstairs, on the bridge, Harriet heard a door open behind her. She glanced at the digital clock. It read 9:59:58. Her relief was exactly on time. What a great mate Emma was! Harriet turned toward her, grinning and zipping up her slacks.

Emma was in shorts and a tank top, wearing sneakers but no socks. “Reporting for duty,” she smiled.

“You’re the best, you are.” Harriet gave her a big hug and a kiss on the lips.

The older woman started toward the door, then stopped. Waving at the instrument board, she said, “It’s all just been fine, totally quiet. But don’t wait a minute to call me if you need anything, right?”

“Sure, no problem,” Emma said in her barely detectable Greek accent. “You just go have fun.”

“Oh, I will,” Harriet winked. Then she was gone.

“Why were they talking to you, Mommy?” Holly asked Stephanie.

“Oh, well, see, that pretty girl, Dani, she was saying that she wants me to… you know, to have sex with her. And, uh, Desiree, her friend, she does too, she wants the same thing.”

“Have sex?” asked Hailey, sitting on her mom’s other knee.

“Yes, well, that’s why we’re here tonight, all of us. We can all play with each other as much as we want. In fact, you girls can look around the room and tell me if there is anyone here that you really would like to, you know, kiss and touch and everything, someone you want to be with. Okay?”

“Anyone?” Holly asked.

“That’s right,” Stephanie nodded, warming to the occasion and pointing around. “See all these girls and women here? Tonight you can do anything you want with any of them. Just tell me who you want and what you’d like to do. You can fuck them all.”

“Wow…” Hailey breathed, leaning forward, eyes darting from one woman or girl to another.

“I like Dani,” said Holly.

“Me too,” nodded Hailey, “and Desiree.”

Holly said, “Yeah, and um, and Miss Abby too.”

“And Miss Georgia, and Melissa, and Jemma!” added Hailey.

“And Charlie!” Holly almost shouted.

She and her sister could hardly sit still as they considered all the possibilities. They twisted and jiggled on their mother’s knees, their pretty blue eyes bright with anticipation.

While the three of them were talking, Carol and Stacie had come forward, bringing Jordan with them. They conversed in quiet tones with Dani and Julie for a minute, apparently discussing what would happen.

“Can we kiss Dani now?” Holly asked eagerly.

“Um, no, not yet,” Stephanie replied. “In a little while you can, I’m sure, but, well, Dani has never fucked anyone before, so Jordan is going to have sex with her first and we’re all going to watch them do it, okay?”

“Okay!”

It occurred to Stephanie as they sat there that many people, perhaps most, would consider her an unfit parent for exposing her children to something like this. They would no doubt say she was irresponsible, if not abusive. And yet just look at her girls: Holly and Hailey were smiling happily, both literally bouncing with joy, clearly having the greatest time and not traumatized in the least.

Stephanie loved her daughters more than she could say and would never do anything to hurt them. But learning about sex or even experiencing it didn’t hurt the girls. Not if they were with people who cared for them, who loved them and would treat them gently, looking out for their feelings, bringing them nothing but pleasure and excitement.

No, Stephanie didn’t have any regrets at all. On the contrary, she was very pleased to be a ‘naughty mommy’!

Continue on to Chapter 54

By Naughty Mommy

To keep track of everyone while the cruise on the luxury yacht is underway, you can use this chart.

When Gwen and Veronica and the others came back up from their visit to the fitness center, they were given fresh drinks by Abby and then mingled for a while. It was fun for all to compare their reactions to the opulent surroundings while speculating in hushed terms about what exciting things might happen later in the day.

Just before 1:00, they felt and heard the big engines throttling down. A minute later, Caroline stepped into the sky lounge. She asked for everyone’s attention. Those who were outside on the deck looking at the sea came in to listen.

“Friends,” she began, “as you can tell, we’re reducing speed. There are two reasons for that. First, it’s time for lunch. That will be served in the main saloon and the attached dining area. You’ll find it to be smoother as we slow. Second, we’re nearing the best area for whale watching and for spotting other marine life. After lunch is finished, first mate Georgia will guide you, and us, in discovering things for you to see. But now, please follow the lovely Abby down one level to enjoy your meal.”

Lunch was a splendid buffet of mostly Mediterranean delicacies, all beautifully presented. There were stuffed peppers, beef empanadas, banderillas, chicken enchiladas, fried squid, fish tacos, bacon-wrapped dates, shrimp cocktails, tomato and cucumber salads, and much more. Pitchers of sangria floating with fresh fruits were emptied and quickly refilled. Even the kids were allowed small glasses of the sweetened wine if they wanted them.

As they ate and drank, the yacht continued to slow. Near the end of the meal, the engines shut down altogether and they drifted with the current. The seas were fairly calm and the craft was equipped with stabilizers, of course, so there was little rocking. Georgia, who had been on the bridge with Caroline and Harriet, returned and told the guests they would have the best chance of seeing whales, dolphins, sharks, and so on with the engines off.

Just before they went out on deck, Ana and Jenifer came around offering trays of freshly baked cookies and small cakes. These were instantly grabbed up and consumed with thanks and happy smiles.

“What a treat!” Stephanie exclaimed, after a bite of a delicious orange and almond cake. “What a day!”

Impulsively she grabbed the person next to her, kissing her mouth. It happened to be Stacie, but it could have been anyone. Several glasses of sangria, along with the earlier beers she’d enjoyed, had Stephanie feeling festive and ebullient, even giddy.

She kissed Stacie again, then turned toward Eve who was sitting on the other side of her. Stephanie kissed her on the lips twice, three times, before exclaiming more loudly, “What a great day!”

Everyone agreed. They all smiled and nodded, many laughing and clapping.

“All right,” said Georgia, when the room began to settle down, “shall we go out now and see what we can see?”

They went up two levels to the sun deck. It took several minutes, Georgia carefully scanning the ocean with binoculars, until she quietly said, “Ah, here we are…”

“Where?” Kelly asked breathlessly.

Over the next hour and a half, they had what for most would be a once-in-a-lifetime experience: seeing pods of whales majestically passing close by. Many of the whales spouted, some rolled over, a few even breached, drawing cheers from the onlookers. They also saw at least two different types of dolphins, according to Georgia, and near the end of their observing session she spotted the fin of a large shark, which awed the girls.

And then it was time time to be underway again. They still had another two hours of cruising to reach their destination.

It was also time for the jacuzzi. Remembering what Caroline had said — that bathing suits were optional out at sea — all the women and girls gleefully stripped out of their clothes. The jacuzzi was large enough to fit perhaps half a dozen at a time, certainly not twenty, so they took turns, naked wet bodies jumping in and out. They got some sun, tanning nude, they played in the jacuzzi, and they rested in the shade while Abby and Jenifer brought around fresh drinks.

After the filling lunch, the sweet desserts, and then the thrilling stimulation of seeing the whales and other marine life, topped by the soothing warmth of the jacuzzi and the summer sun, no one was thinking too much about sex at this point. They all knew, however, that a lot more fun awaited them in the evening.

A secluded, sheltered cove off the coast of Santa Catalina Island was where they anchored for the coming night. There was still an hour or two of daylight left, so Stephanie, Kelly, Debby, Hailey, and Holly decided to go in for some skinny-dipping. They were soon joined by Stacie and Jordan, and then by Gwen, Paige, and Fiona. Melissa, Jemma, and Charlie, Georgia’s and Caroline’s daughters, went in as well. Two women, two teenagers, and nine little girls, all naked, splashed and cavorted in the warm waters of the cove. From on board, Emma watched closely, serving as lifeguard.

At about 6:30, everyone went inside and down to the staterooms to clean up and prepare for dinner. While the others were swimming, Angela and Carol had conferred with the crew, in particular with Julie, who was in charge of entertainment, and decided on a unique dress code for the evening: it would be a pajama party! That meant that all the moms and all the girls would wear nightgowns or jammies or even just bras and panties — whatever they wanted that would suggest bedtime was coming soon.

After changing, they gathered first in the sky lounge for cocktails. There were plenty of laughs, along with kisses and playful caresses, as they admired each other’s scanty attire.

Angela was in a long black negligee, completely sheer, with nothing underneath. On her feet were black mules. Eve looked fetching in a white babydoll nightgown, as did Tina who wore a lovely silk robe in an oriental pattern, knee-length and sashed at the waist. Sheila was in a strapless red bustier and transparent red panties, while Bridget wore a matching set of bra and undies, navy blue and white, trimmed with lace. The bra pushed up her already appealing cleavage.

Carol wore black panties and a black bra along with three-inch heels accentuating her long shapely legs. Stacie was in pink flannel pajamas, and barefoot. She wore nothing underneath. Veronica came out in bikini undies and a very loose tank top that kept slipping off her shoulders, while Stephanie went with a red plaid shirt, open to the waist, and white panties.

The girls were mostly in jammies or little nighties, except for Kelly, who showed up in a thin white cotton t-shirt and nothing else — the shirt barely covering her bottom — and Gwen, who drew oohs and ahhs with the sheer black bodysuit she’d modeled at their fashion show a few days earlier — especially because this time she did not have a g-string on under it.

They drank and flirted and teased and also exchanged guesses about what the entertainment might be that was promised for later. Julie had dropped a few tantalizing hints during the day that made them wonder.

For dinner, which was a sit-down affair instead of a buffet, they were given a choice between sea bass or pork tenderloin as an entree following a delicious gazpacho. A vegetarian paella also was available for those who preferred it. Several excellent wines were offered, and during the course of the meal more than a dozen bottles were opened.

The captain and the first mate both joined them for dinner — and went along with the dress code as well. Caroline, who sat with the women at a large glass table in the formal dining area, wore a short terry cloth robe and nothing else. Georgia and her daughters, each wearing bikini panties and tiny crop tops, ate with the girls, who were grouped around smaller tables in the adjoining main saloon. Charlie was with them too, in adorable Winnie-the-Pooh feet pajamas.

“You are so cute!” Gwen said to the doll-like child, who was sitting next to her.

“Thanks much!” the girl beamed, pretty brown eyes twinkling.

“But I was wondering,” continued Gwen, “is Charlie short for something?”

“Yes’m. My real name is Charlotte Anne. But I’m only ever just called Charlie.”

“Okay, Charlie.”

Impulsively, feeling a surge of lust, Gwen leaned over and kissed the little girl on the mouth. Charlie returned the kiss, giggling joyfully. Gwen was tempted to do more with her, but managed to resist. She was sure there would be plenty of opportunities for that later.

Finally, at about 8:30, with the sun having set outside as they dined, it was time for the fun to begin. Jenifer and Emma helped Abby to quickly clear the tables and arrange the seating, and then everyone settled onto the plush leather sofas and chairs in the main saloon, sitting close, cuddling warmly, excited to see what would happen next.

A movie screen slowly descended from a recess in the ceiling. The lights were dimmed. And then, when the room was almost dark, pornographic images suddenly appeared on the screen — nude women and girls making love — while at the same time Dani, Desiree, and Julie came out modeling sexy lingerie. The three of them wound among the guests, giving them a good look at their tempting, barely concealed bodies while also letting them touch and feel as much as they wanted.

It was hard to decide where to look or what to do. The girls on the screen were utterly beautiful, with their perfect smooth bodies and lovely faces — kissing and caressing, sucking nipples, fingering pussies, licking and eating and fucking — an arousing video compilation of exquisite lesbian sex scenes, the erotic images changing every few minutes. Almost impossible to take your eyes away.

And yet — here in front of them, in the flesh, were these equally beautiful, scantily clad bodies. Abby, Emma, Jenifer, and Ana had joined the others in exhibiting lingerie, so now they had seven enticing women and girls to admire and touch. Occasionally one of the models would slip away, returning shortly in a different sexy outfit. It was quite a show.

Stephanie noticed that Abby seemed to be favoring her. The willowy young blonde spent most of her time close by, smiling and making a lot of eye contact, eagerly displaying her body, then taking Stephanie’s hand in hers and raising it to her breast, or holding it and caressing her long bare legs.

The third time Abby came over to do that, she also bent down and kissed Stephanie on the lips before asking in a girlish voice, “Would it be all right if I call you Mommy? That gets me really excited.”

“Yes, of course it would. I’d like that.” Stephanie smiled at her, then slowly drew apart the sides of her unbuttoned plaid shirt, fully revealing her ample breasts.

Abby licked her lips as she gazed at the woman’s erect nipples.

Hailey and Holly, wearing matching nighties, were seated on either side of their mom on the long curving sofa. Glancing at them, Stephanie chuckled as she saw their expressions — eyes wide, mouths hanging open as they stared at Abby, at the women parading around, and at the pornographic images on the screen.

“What do you girls think?” Stephanie asked. “Would you like to play some naked games with Miss Abby and these other pretty ladies tonight?”

“Yeah!” the twins replied in unison.

Abby giggled, “I have to change now, but I’ll be back in a minute, so don’t go anywhere!” She blew kisses to the three of them, then sashayed away, swinging her bottom.

Stephanie hugged her girls, kissing them each on the forehead. “Do you like those movies too?”

“Uh-huh,” Holly nodded. “The ladies are nice,” Hailey added.

“Which ladies?” Stephanie asked. “The ones on the screen or here in the room?”

“All of them!” was their enthusiastic response.

Looking around, Stephanie saw that some of the other models seemed to have chosen favorites as well from among the guests.

Ana, the buxom Spanish chef, now adorned in a skimpy red and black babydoll nightie that accentuated her cleavage, was leaning over in front of Bambi and Amanda, leering and shaking her boobs. The 10-year-blondes, who were sitting side by side with their mothers flanking them, giggled as they stared at the woman’s large breasts. She leaned in even closer, pressing her warm bosom first into Amanda’s face, then into Bambi’s, rubbing herself against them.

Emma, in low-rise boy shorts and a halter bra, was doing something similar with Eve and her daughters, Gwen and Paige, who were seated on a curving leather banquette. Emma had placed her hands on the back of the banquette and now slowly glided along, displaying her cleavage first to Gwen, then to Paige, then to Eve. The girls were slack-jawed, eyes darting from Emma to the video screen, and then back again. Eve, however, was fully focused on the shapely deckhand, grinning at her, running her hands up and down her legs, squeezing her tight bottom.

The ship’s athletic trainer, Julie, wearing a long sheer peignoir and nothing else, swayed back and forth in front of Bridget as the woman ogled her nearly naked form. Laughing, Julie bent low from the waist, facing away from Bridget, her legs spread wide. Slowly she drew the transparent negligee up over her bottom and onto her back. Then she placed her hands on her butt cheeks, pulling them apart, gleefully exhibiting her pussy and her asshole.

Julie’s daughter, Desiree, was happily showing herself to Sheila, Erin, and Fiona. The girl, whom Stephanie had learned in conversation was only 15 years old, was modeling an extremely skimpy hot pink bra and panty set. She writhed seductively in front of Sheila and her daughters, smiling at them and licking her lips, running her hands up and down her body. As she turned a slow pirouette, they all reached out to caress the sexy blonde, stroking her smooth soft legs, her tiny bottom, trim waist, and small breasts.

Dani, Desiree’s friend, was spending most of her time with Carol, Stacie, and Jordan. The diminutive teenager already had changed outfits once and now was in a dainty white ruffled nightgown patterned with pink and yellow flowers. It made her look like a very little girl. She had a teasing attitude, swishing around and often flipping the nightie up, letting them see that she had no panties on. Whenever the women tried to reach out and touch her, however, Dani would giggle and blush, pulling away. Stephanie wasn’t sure if the young blonde was just being coy or if she was genuinely shy.

There was another model who appeared to be bashful too. Jenifer, Ana’s daughter, had a superb body — now displayed in a merry widow corset, along with garters, stockings, and a demi cup bra — but she hung back, never really engaging directly with anyone. She strolled around, smiling, seeming to enjoy the appreciative looks she received while avoiding physical contact. Stephanie knew that Jenifer’s English was not very good, of course, and wondered if that might be part of why she was so reticent. She was just about to signal the girl, see if she could perhaps loosen her up somehow, when Abby returned.

The tall blonde was wearing a tiny g-string, a barely-there bra, and a pair of very high heels. She stopped in front of Stephanie and the twins, smiling down at them, making seductive eye contact with all three. Abby turned slowly to the side, paused, then turned to the back and paused again, letting them study her from all angles. Stephanie’s mouth watered.

Only one member of the crew was not present at the lingerie show. Seven of them were modeling, while Caroline and Georgia and their daughters were sitting with the spectators, but Harriet was working. She was on the bridge, keeping one eye on the radar and the rest of the instruments — but her other eye was on a bank of video screens that showed the action in the main saloon through hidden cameras.

Harriet loved watching people play. It turned her on. Her slacks were open, a hand inside her panties, stroking her wet pussy. She wouldn’t let herself become too excited, though. Her strong sense of duty wouldn’t allow it. Harriet would retain enough composure to keep focused on her job, but that didn’t mean she couldn’t enjoy a little voyeurism on the side. Anyway, she knew that later on in the evening Emma would relieve her and she would have a chance to join the fun.

A few minutes later, on some sort of silent cue from Julie, all the models gently separated themselves from their titillated observers and left the room. The erotic video excerpts continued to play on the large screen.

During the brief break, Georgia approached Stephanie, bringing her little girls, Melissa and Jemma, with her.

“Mind if we squeeze in here?” Georgia said to Veronica.

“No, of course not,” Veronica smiled.

She scooted over a bit, making room for Georgia to sit next to Stephanie, who lifted Hailey onto her lap. Jemma perched on Georgia’s lap. Melissa was between her mother and Veronica, while Holly was on the other side of Stephanie, snuggling close.

Jenifer and Desiree entered, carrying a long padded bench. Both girls were nude. They placed the bench in the center of the open area, one end facing the audience, then stepped back, waiting. Abby came in, completely nude as well. She walked slowly in front of the assembled guests, smiling, then went to the bench and lay down on her stomach, her feet toward the audience.

Ana and Julie entered next, both also nude. Each held a small glass vial filled with a golden liquid. Ana walked around to the far side of the bench, next to Jenifer. Julie went to the near side, by Desiree. After pouring some of the liquid into their palms and then handing the vials to their daughters, the women began applying it to Abby. Julie started at her feet, Ana at her shoulders.

The lovely aroma of scented massage oils wafted over the spectators… lavender, geranium, orange blossom, frankincense… a heady blend of fragrances that seemed to heighten the passion in the room.

Stephanie heard heavy breathing. She glanced to the side. Sheila, sitting next to Holly, was masturbating, her panties now on the floor. But she wasn’t the only one. Stephanie saw that Carol and Stacie were masturbating too, as were Eve and Angela. Then she felt movement beside her, on her left. She turned and saw that Georgia was masturbating, even with Jemma on her lap. She’d simply reached between the little girl’s bare legs and then between her own. And that wasn’t all — on the other side of Georgia, Veronica was masturbating too, as was Kelly. Stephanie wasn’t sure when it had started, but apparently it spread like wildfire.

In fact, when she returned her gaze to the sensual massage taking place in the center of the room, she found that the girls, Jenifer and Desiree, each were rubbing themselves with one hand as they stood behind their mothers, holding the vials of oil.

Closing her eyes for a moment, Stephanie inhaled deeply. A spicy new fragrance had suffused the air, joining the blend: the intoxicating aroma of heated pussy.

Shifting Hailey to one leg, Stephanie reached inside her panties. They were soaked. She was soaked. She began to rub her throbbing clit.

“Mommy?” said Holly.

“Y-yes, baby?”

“That smell… um… it’s really nice.” The child pointed at her mother’s crotch. “Can I, I mean, can I taste it?”

“Yeah, me too,” nodded Hailey.

It suddenly struck Stephanie that although she had licked both of the twin’s pussies and the girls had licked each other’s, neither of them had eaten her yet. Everything had happened so fast and in such a short time — and she’d been so intent on giving them pleasure with her tongue whenever she could — that they simply hadn’t gotten around to it. Well, that would have to change. Tonight!

“Of course you can taste me, sweetheart,” Stephanie purred. Shoving a finger deep inside her dripping cunt, she loaded it up, then brought the finger out and held it in front of Holly’s mouth. It glistened with her juices.

Holly took a big sniff. She smiled and nodded. “I like that. I like how it smells.”

The girl opened her mouth, gripped her mother’s hand, and pulled the wet the finger in. She closed her eyes and sucked, like a kid with a candy cane on Christmas morning.

“Me too! I want some!” Hailey insisted.

Stephanie giggled, “Okay.”

Tugging her finger from her daughter’s mouth, not without resistance, she pushed it back down between her legs, gathered another generous dollop of her lubrication, and fed it to Hailey.

Meanwhile, in front of them, Julie had progressed in the massage from Abby’s feet to her calves and then to her slender thighs. She stroked with oiled fingers, sliding up a little farther each time, getting closer and closer to the girl’s naked crotch.

Ana was working on Abby’s back, strong hands kneading the muscles, gradually moving lower and lower. Now she was at her bottom, caressing the cheeks, grabbing them, squeezing hard, then pulling them open, exposing the girl. At the same time, Julie reached in, one hand cupping Abby’s labia, the other fingering her anus. Everyone heard Abby moan loudly.

That was when the first orgasm erupted. It wasn’t Abby, though, and surprisingly it wasn’t Sheila. It was Georgia, sitting next to Stephanie. She came loudly and wetly. Liquids gushed from her pussy as she cried out, spilling off the sofa and onto the floor.

Hailey let her mother’s finger slip from her mouth, turning to watch. “Wow,” she sighed.

Veronica climaxed too, just after Georgia. Then there was a cry from the other side. Sheila was coming, Carol just after her, then Tina, then Eve, then Angela. It was positively contagious.

Julie patted Abby on the bottom, indicating it was time for her to turn over. The tall blonde sat up for a moment, grinning as she saw the many orgasms taking place all around her. Then she lay down again, this time on her back.

Continue on to Chapter 53

By Naughty Mommy

To keep track of everyone while the cruise on the luxury yacht is underway, you can use this chart.

They arrived shortly after 10:00 at the yacht harbor, which wasn’t far from the Playa del Mar. Piling out of three cars and the conversion van, the twenty women and girls excitedly looked around, wondering which of the big boats would be theirs.

Then they saw a young blonde woman coming toward them, trailed by two little girls, also blondes. The woman, apparently in her late 20s, was wearing cut-off denim shorts and tennis shoes with no socks. She was not very tall, perhaps 5’2”, but her tanned legs were long and shapely. A tight-fitting sleeveless v-neck shirt showed off her gorgeous figure.

Smiling broadly, she approached Angela and held out her hand. “Good morning, Angela, I’m Georgia. Welcome!”

“Oh, yes, Georgia, how are you, my dear?” Angela took her hand and bent to kiss her cheek.

“You remember my daughters?”

“Of course I do, although I must say they’ve grown quite a bit. I know it’s only been a year, but look how big they are now!”

Georgia beamed. “Melissa is 12 now, and Jemma just turned 8.” She ruffled her younger daughter’s hair. “Say hello to Miss Angela, kids.”

“Hello, Miss Angela,” the girls said together, smiling prettily.

“Hello, my little darlings. I’m so happy to see you again.” Angela kissed them both. Then she turned to Carol, introducing her to Georgia. She made her way around, naming all the moms but not worrying yet about the daughters. There were just so many! And anyway, everyone would have plenty of time to get to know each other during the next day and a half.

As Georgia led them toward the slips, down a steel ramp and onto a floating wooden dock, Carol looked more closely at the little girls, the woman’s daughters, who were walking just ahead of her. Both were in shorts and tank tops, wearing flip-flops, shiny blonde hair gleaming in the sun. The older girl, Melissa, had the barest beginnings of breasts, just little buds poking through her top. Her sister was still completely flat-chested. Carol knew that the crew of the yacht were all supposed to be lesbian or bisexual and, according to Angela, ‘very friendly’, but she wondered about the kids. Would they be part of the fun as well?

They stopped in front of a beautiful sparkling white luxury yacht.

“Here she is,” Georgia proudly announced, “the Carte Blanche. Anything you want here, it’s yours.”

As she said that last part, Carol saw that Georgia appeared to incline her head in the direction of her daughters. Was she suggesting that they were available to anyone who wanted them??

A young woman hopped nimbly from the boat onto the dock. Younger than Georgia, in her early 20s at most, she was petite but athletically built, a tanned brunette with grey eyes that twinkled with mischief.

The new girl began grabbing their bags and helping them to board. Georgia introduced her as Emmanuelle, or Emma for short.

“Emma’s a deckhand, a sailor, an important part of our crew. She assists the engineer and also takes the helm sometimes. But be careful, aye, once she gets you into bed, she’ll never let you go,” she added with a wink.

Emma laughed and stuck her tongue out at Georgia.

They boarded at the stern, which was approximately at dock level, then went up a pair of curving stairways to the open-air aft deck, and from there into a stunningly beautiful room that Georgia said was the main saloon.

As they stood gawking at the luxurious surroundings, another woman came in. In her early 40s, she was fairly petite, about 5’3”, with short dark hair, brown eyes, and a slim build. She was dressed in navy slacks, low heels, and a crisp white short-sleeved blouse. Holding her hand was a child, a tiny girl less than four feet tall. With her cherub face, huge brown eyes, and long silky dark hair, she truly looked like a doll.

“Angela, what a lovely treat!” exclaimed the woman.

“Caroline, my darling!” The two embraced, sharing a long, warm kiss.

When they parted, Angela knelt in front of the child, lightly pinching her cheek. “And little Charlie, oh my, how beautiful you are. You’ve grown up so much! How old are you now?”

“I’m 7,” the girl replied, melting hearts with her smile. She received a lingering kiss on the lips from the buxom blonde.

Standing up once more and turning to the group, Angela introduced the woman as captain of the Carte Blanche. “That means you have to do as she says. Once we are at sea, her word is law.”

“Yes, quite so,” Caroline grinned, taking her daughter’s hand again. “But I promise not to make you do anything you really don’t want to do. On the other hand, I hope each one of you will want to do everything… with all of us.”

That got some chuckles from the women. Most of the girls still weren’t quite sure what to think. It was a lot to take in all at once.

The captain, who spoke with a seductive English accent, put an arm around Georgia’s waist, pulling the sexy brunette close and kissing her mouth. Then she said, “I don’t know whether anyone has informed you yet, but this charming thing is my first mate, which means orders from her carry the same weight as orders from me, so you had better obey. Got it?”

“Don’t worry, we’ll obey,” Angela chuckled.

After giving her a wink, Caroline motioned to the group. “Now come, let me show you around. Leave your things, Emma will look after them. This way, please.” She turned and started up a spiral staircase with Charlie just behind her.

Before following, Angela informed the others, sotto voce, that Caroline and Georgia were lovers, romantic partners. Georgia smiled and nodded.

The captain led them up to what she said was the sky lounge. Again it was beautifully appointed, taking their breath away. Behind the bar in the lounge was a striking young woman, very tall and thin, with big blue eyes and flowing blond hair. She was slicing lemons and limes. Caroline introduced her as Abby, telling them she was their bartender and stewardess.

The girl put down the knife, wiped her hands, and came out to greet them. She was in an extremely short skirt and wore wedge-heeled sandals. Her long slender legs went on forever.

“Hi, how are you?” Abby smiled, looking and sounding like the world’s cutest cheerleader. She had a perky voice that matched her perky breasts — which were easy to admire in a flimsy lace camisole unbuttoned halfway down. She wore no bra, of course.

“Can I get you something to drink?” she asked. Orders were taken and the pretty blonde got busy again behind the bar.

As Abby was preparing their refreshments, Caroline told the group, “The Carte Blanche is a 132-foot trideck motor yacht, built in the year 2000 but completely refitted just two years ago after we purchased her. She has a draft of eight feet and cruises at sixteen knots. We’re really only designed to sleep twelve, but I shouldn’t worry about that. For one, I suspect that sleep may not be the first thing on your minds tonight, and for another, many of our sofas easily can double as beds. But we’ll deal with that later.”

After everyone had their drinks, Caroline turned to lead them somewhere else, then stopped and said, “Ah, here we are. Excellent.”

A beautiful, curvaceous woman was coming up the spiral staircase from the deck below, just arriving at the top. Wearing a long white apron over a dark dress, she appeared to be in her early 40s. Her hair was black, her lips full and red, her large brown eyes smoldering with Mediterranean passion. Just behind her was another woman, also wearing an apron, who looked like a much younger copy of the first, with the same hourglass figure and smoky beauty. The two clearly were mother and daughter.

Caroline said, “I’d like you to meet Ana Rodríguez, our chef. You won’t find a finer cook on any ship in this ocean, and I mean that sincerely.”

“Oh, thank you so much, muchas gracias,” Ana said to Caroline, before turning to the others and giving a little bow. Her English was heavily accented but enchanting to hear. “It is my pleasure to welcome you and serve you.”

“Ana is from Madrid,” Caroline informed her guests, “and has been with us for about six months now. We absolutely could not be more pleased with her. This other gorgeous girl, Jenifer, is Ana’s assistant in the galley. She is also her daughter, in case you couldn’t tell.”

“Buenos dias,” Jenifer said with a dazzling smile that lit up the room. “My English is no so good. But I am happy you here.”

Taking their drinks, they went forward from the sky lounge through a pair of double doors to the bridge of the yacht. It looked like the interior of a spaceship, with consoles and computer screens and flashing lights. In the center, though, apparently in a nod to tradition, was an old-fashioned wheel, like on a big sailing ship in the movies.

Over in the corner, a full-bodied brunette was typing something into a keypad. The woman turned toward them as they entered, smiling.

“Everyone, this is Harriet Spencer,” said the captain. “She’s our engineer, and also an excellent harbor pilot.”

“Greetings, and welcome aboard,” Harriet said. She spoke with an English accent as did Caroline, though hers seemed a bit less refined.

“Is everything in order?” Caroline asked Harriet.

“Aye-aye, skipper, ready at any time.”

“Very well. We’ll take her out at 11:00, as planned.”

They left Harriet to do her job and went back into the sky lounge, then up another set of stairs and onto the sun deck.

“Wow, a jacuzzi!” exclaimed Gwen.

“Yes, indeed,” Caroline smiled. “Feel free to enjoy it whenever you like. And once we’re out at sea, by the way, bathing suits are optional.”

The women and girls walked around the top deck, appreciating the 360-degree views, sipping their drinks and chatting. After a couple of minutes, they heard and felt the rumble of the boat’s big engines starting up.

Then they heard another sound — the giggling and squealing of teenage girls. Two tiny blondes came bounding up the stairs and out onto the sun deck. The girls were in matching outfits: blue spandex shorts and white sports bras. Both were barefoot. Not far behind them came a smiling energetic woman, perhaps in her early 30s, also a slender blonde and in the same outfit as the girls, although she wore tennis shoes and ankle socks.

“And here they are,” laughed Caroline, “the last three members of our crew for you to meet.”

She took the woman by the arm, giving her a quick kiss on the lips. “My friends, this is Julie Tanner, our athletic trainer, meaning she’ll assist you down in our fitness center if you’d like a nice workout. Julie is in charge of entertainment as well, which you’ll learn more about later.”

Sheila pondered what that remark about entertainment might mean as she moved around a bit to get a better look at the two younger girls. They appeared to be in their early teens, very slim and petite. Neither could weigh much more than a hundred pounds, if that. Their erect nipples poked invitingly through the thin little sports bras they wore. Sheila squeezed her legs together, stimulating her clit, as she imagined fucking the two of them at the same time.

“Julie, perhaps you could introduce the others,” Caroline said.

“Yes, of course, I’d be glad to.”

Julie stepped forward, taking the teens by the hand, one on either side of her. Nodding toward the girl on the left, she said, “This is Desiree. She’s my daughter. And this is her friend, Dani. They’ll be dancing for you tonight after dinner and perhaps doing even more too if we can convince them.”

As she said that, she winked at Dani, standing on her right. The little blonde blushed and giggled.

“I must get back to the bridge now, as we get underway,” the captain told her guests, “so I’ll leave you all to get better acquainted. Georgia and Julie will be happy to show you around the rest of the Carte Blanche. And please, make yourselves at home. Relax and have a good time. I’ll see you in a while.”

She gave a little wave and went quickly down the stairs. Charlie stayed behind, with Georgia and her daughters. Angela came out from the crowd to greet Julie and the teenage girls. Sheila was just behind her, definitely eager to become better acquainted with the young lovelies.

Bridget heard a shout from the rear of the boat — no, the stern, she corrected herself. She stepped toward the railing and looked down. Emma, the deckhand, was untying and coiling some ropes — ‘casting off the lines’ Bridget thought was the proper lingo. Then very slowly the huge yacht began to move, easing away from the dock.

They spent the next ten minutes or so chatting and introducing themselves up on the sun deck as the boat wound through the harbor channels and then headed out to sea. Their glasses were mostly empty by that time, so Georgia suggested they go down to the sky lounge for refills.

It occurred to Sheila as she followed Dani and Desiree down the stairs, enjoying the wiggle of their tight bottoms, that among the crew were four sets of mothers and daughters: Julie with Desiree, Ana with Jenifer, Caroline with Charlie, and Georgia with her little girls. Angela had made it clear during their earlier conversations that all the women were lesbians, or at least bisexual, and that sex with any or all of them was part of the package.

But what about those moms and girls? Could it possibly mean they were all involved with each other sexually as well? That this was not only a lesbian cruise, but an incest cruise? Sheila certainly hoped that was the case. The chef and her daughter weren’t there now, nor was Caroline, but she would keep an eye on Julie and on Georgia to see how they acted around their children. Perhaps she could pick up some signals. Meanwhile, however, she wanted another screwdriver. Ahh, here she comes now!

Eve watched Abby as she came out from behind the bar with a tray of beverages, passing them around to the women. What a pair of legs on that girl, what a body — and she was so tall! Eve wondered if she might be as tall or taller than her own daughter, Gwen, who was 5’9”. She decided to find out.

“Here you are, another Chardonnay, right?” Abby said to Eve, flashing a million-watt smile.

“Yes, thank you. And I just have to say, you really are beautiful.”

“Aww, thanks!”

“Do you mind if I ask how tall you are?”

“Not at all. I’m 5’10”.

“Wow.” Eve looked her up and down, licking her lips, making no attempt to conceal her lust.

After waiting a moment, allowing the woman to ogle her, Abby winked and said, “Gotta get more drinks ready. But maybe you and me can get together later, huh?”

“Yes, I hope so,” Eve smiled. She could feel herself getting wet.

Most of the girls and several of the women, including Carol and Stephanie, had gathered around first mate Georgia, who was explaining where they would go on their short cruise and what sort of marine life they might encounter.

“As we get further out on our way to Catalina, I’ll let you know when it’s time to start looking. I’m sure we’ll find something. In the summer, we very often see blue whales, fin whales, dolphins, and we may have a chance to see humpback and minke whales too.”

“Oh my god, whales, so cool!” Kelly enthused.

Georgia gave her a warm smile. “Yes, certainly, and we also could see sharks, sea lions, sunfish, and of course plenty of avian wildlife.”

“It sounds like you know quite a lot about all this,” Stephanie said.

“Well, I never finished college, got a little too busy having children, eh,” Georgia grinned, with a glance at her daughters, Melissa and Jemma, who were standing along with Charlie among the other little girls and quickly making friends.

Their mother continued, “But I was studying marine biology and I’ve done my best to keep up with advances in the field. That’s part of my job here, to offer our guests scientific information.”

“Is that all you offer?” Carol asked with a leer.

Georgia laughed, “As I said down below, anything you want, it’s yours. Anything at all.” Again she made a subtle nod toward her daughters, appearing to include Charlie too.

Carol was almost certain of it now. She could fuck all three of the girls if she wanted to: a 12-year-old, an 8-year-old, and a 7-year-old. She did want to, of course, very much — and not only them: their sexy mothers too, and at least half of the rest of the crew. It would be a busy night!

“Isn’t that exciting?” Tina said to Amanda. “We might get to see whales and dolphins and lots of other things too.”

“Yeah, it’s really cool.” She smiled at her mom. “This is an awesome vacation!”

“I’m glad you think so, honey. And… come here for a minute.” Taking her daughter’s hand, Tina led her out onto the side deck so they could have a little talk.

Gwen approached Julie, smiling shyly. With the large crowd up on the sun deck, they hadn’t actually met yet.

“Hi, I’m Gwen,” the teenager said, holding out her hand.

“Hi, Gwen, it’s great to meet you.” Julie took her hand, offering a firm shake and a big smile.

“And, um, this is my friend, Erin.”

“Hello, Erin.”

The bashful redhead, who was shadowing Gwen, sticking close and following her everywhere, took Julie’s extended hand and mumbled a greeting while blushing deeply.

Gwen asked, “So, did you or maybe Caroline or someone say you have a fitness center here? Like a gym?”

“Yes, we do,” Julie said. “It’s on the lower deck, near the staterooms. Would you like to see it?”

“Yeah, that would be nice. Thanks.”

Veronica was standing nearby, drinking a beer and half-listening to their conversation while also fantasizing about the two girls, Desiree and Dani, picturing them without any clothes on. They were just behind Julie, chatting and giggling with Kelly. Debby and Fiona were with them too.

But when Veronica heard the question about the gym, that got her attention. She loved working out. She turned to Julie. “Can I go along with you on that tour?”

“Yeah, and me too?” Kelly asked.

“And me?” echoed Fiona, with Debby grinning and nodding as well.

“Sure, of course,” Julie laughed, “the more the merrier. Come on!”

She led them down the spiral staircase into the main saloon again, and from there to a level still lower. Gwen followed Julie, with Erin on her tail, then Veronica, Debby, Kelly, Fiona, Desiree, and Dani.

“I can’t get over how big it is,” Gwen exclaimed as they emerged onto the lower deck. “I’ve never been on a yacht like this before. It’s incredible!”

“You know, I sometimes think she feels bigger inside than when you look at her from the outside,” Julie chuckled as she opened the door into the fitness center.

Two decks above, Tina and Amanda were leaning on the railing, looking down at the blue water and then back at the shore, which was slowly fading into the horizon.

“Wow…” The 10-year-old wrapped her arms around her mother’s waist, hugging her tightly. “This is so totally great, Mom. Thank you so much!”

Tina kissed her head. “Of course, baby, I’m glad I could do it for you. Although, obviously, we have to thank Angela for a lot of this. We certainly wouldn’t be staying in a penthouse or going on a cruise if we hadn’t met her — or maybe I should say if you hadn’t met Bambi.”

“Yeah, Bambi’s great. I like her a lot. She’s like my best friend now, you know? Except it’ll be kinda sad when we have to go home and then I won’t see her again, maybe for a long time or even forever.”

“I know, sweetie.” Tina rubbed her daughter’s back, kissing her head again. “And, well, maybe we will be able to see them some time. I sure hope so. I’ll talk with Angela about it. But, uh, anyway, I wanted to ask you… you said this is really fun and everything, and I’m glad you think so, but I just want to make sure that, you know, all the other stuff, I mean the sex with everyone, with all the women and girls… that’s kind of a lot for a kid your age to deal with. Are you sure you’re okay with it?”

“Mom, are you crazy?” Amanda laughed. “It’s awesome! I never thought I could ever have so much fun.”

“Well… good, I’m glad,” Tina chuckled. “I just wanted to make sure.”

“Yeah, it’s great. It’s even better than masturbating!”

Inside the sky lounge, Angela sat down next to Eve on a gracefully curving leather sofa. She gave the woman a kiss on the lips and patted her leg. “Having a good time, my dear?”

“I’ll say,” the brunette grinned. “This is fucking fantastic!”

Eve tipped up her wine glass, draining the Chardonnay, then signaled to Abby for another. It would be her third of the morning.

“I’m happy to hear it,” Angela smiled, squeezing the woman’s thigh.

“It’s incredible to me how you keep topping yourself,” Eve said, “taking us from one adventure to the next, always more exciting, more… I don’t know, more wonderful. How do you do it?”

“Just lucky, I suppose. It helps to know the right people. And yes, I’ll admit, it does take effort, keeping in touch with everyone, networking and so forth, staying social. But it certainly is worth it, wouldn’t you agree?”

“Yes, of course,” Eve nodded.

Angela continued, “Twitter helps a lot. I’m on there frequently, communicating with people, sharing interests. It’s quite useful. You’d be amazed to learn how many delightful women and girls I’ve connected with that way.”

Continue on to Chapter 52

By Naughty Mommy

To assist in keeping track of everyone while the sexy cruise on the Carte Blanche is underway — covering chapters 51 through 59 in Serendipity — I’ve prepared the charts below. I hope they’re helpful!

You may also want to consult our Characters & Relationships page, or check our Guide for Serious Readers.

By Naughty Mommy

To keep everyone straight, use this link for Characters & Relationships, or check our Guide for Serious Readers.

In the morning at the condo, Stephanie woke first. One of her little blonde daughters was curled up beside her, still fast asleep. It was Hailey, she saw, since the twin snoozing on the other side of Hailey, next to Veronica, had a tiny mole on her neck. That was about the only way anyone, including Stephanie, could tell them apart.

The young mother smiled as she looked at her sleeping children. She loved them so very much and was thrilled beyond words that they were all now sharing their love physically as well as emotionally.

Stephanie felt a sudden surge of gratitude, of deep affection, toward her partner’s older sister, Carol. It was she more than anyone else who had prompted them to take this huge step forward in their lives. When Carol and Stacie and Jordan arrived in San Francisco less than a week ago, Stephanie was still completely unaware that the three of them had become sexual with each other. At the time she would have been shocked by the idea, deeply disturbed, but now — Stephanie grinned, chuckling softly — what a difference a few days could make!

After making a mental note to tell Carol exactly how she felt, to express her love and her thanks, she turned and looked at the clock. It was almost 8:00, definitely time for her to get up and get their day started. She rose and walked silently around to the other side of the king-size bed, where she gently kissed and nudged Veronica awake. The two of them went in to take a shower together.

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Lying naked beneath the sheets of the huge round bed in the master bedroom, Tina turned on her side toward the picture window, then slowly opened her eyes. The sky outside was already a brilliant blue. It would be another beautiful day in sunny southern California.

Bridget was still snoring softly next to her, but Tina had felt Angela slip out of bed a minute or two earlier. She could hear the shower running in the bathroom now and knew she should get out of bed soon too, but she wasn’t ready yet. Tina felt cozy and pampered, and wanted to enjoy the sensation a little longer.

She was glad to be waking up here instead of in the budget motel where she and her daughter Amanda had spent the first three nights of their San Diego vacation. Staying there was all right, but this was totally fabulous — a penthouse suite in a luxury hotel! Wow, who would have imagined that when they started out.

In fact, who would ever have imagined how much their lives would change after that first apparently innocent conversation over a spaghetti dinner a month earlier… that night when Amanda came home and told her mom about a sex ed video they’d watched at school and then asked about masturbation. Tina smiled and shook her head as she remembered how confused she had been then, how unsure of what to do.

And now just look at us. My daughter and I are both having sex with all these different women and girls — we’ve even been part of two awesome lesbian orgies — it’s unbelievable! Never in a million years would I have predicted all this. I hope Amanda is as happy about everything as I am. I think she is, she seems to be enjoying herself a lot, but I should talk to her about it today anyway, just to make sure.

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In the second bedroom of the suite, Amanda was kissing Bambi. The girls were lying side by side, naked of course, their arms around each other. Gwen, also nude, was sitting up, masturbating as she watched them kiss and caress.

They had all been asleep until a few minutes earlier when Amanda woke after a stimulating dream and reached for Bambi. Although they’d been up late the night before, the three of them trying almost every sexual variation they could think of, Bambi was more than ready to resume playing with her special friend, and with Gwen too. She kissed Amanda’s mouth, toying with her tongue, and then started to roll on top of the girl.

But Amanda stopped her. “No, wait, um, I want to try it now. On top, I mean, okay?”

Bambi smiled and shrugged, “Okay, sure.”

They assumed the position, Amanda mounting her ‘twin’, placing her hairless mound directly on top of the other girl’s. She had attempted this once before but had been unable to make it work, resorting instead to humping Bambi’s thigh and reaching climax that way. This time she was determined to do as Bambi had done with her, rubbing their little pussies together until they each had an orgasm, hopefully at the same time.

“God, that’s so hot,” Gwen sighed. While continuing to massage her erect clit with one hand, she slid the middle finger of her other hand deep inside her warm, wet vagina. The teenager groaned, fucking herself harder and faster as she watched the young blondes have sex.

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Two floors below them, Gwen’s mom, Eve, was masturbating too. Her 11-year-old daughter Paige was still asleep beside her, lying on her back, and Eve didn’t want to wake her yet, but she badly wanted to come again. She needed to. It was amazing how sexually voracious she had become in the few days since Angela helped her open those ‘doors’ they talked about. Now she felt horny almost all the time.

And not only horny — Eve felt wicked, perverted, eager to do the most outrageously nasty things she could think of. Like the night before, when she’d been on top of Jordan, tribbing with that unbelievably alluring 7-year-old and talking so filthy to her, saying things she never would have imagined saying a week earlier to anyone, let alone a little girl!

Now Eve was getting close as she rubbed her pussy, right on the edge. But she needed to be bad. She sat up and looked at Paige, sleeping peacefully, appearing so innocent, even angelic. Her lovely face, her soft, smooth unblemished skin, her slender nude body. She truly was a beautiful girl. Eve wanted to fuck her hard and dirty.

So she did something she had never done before. When masturbating, Eve sometimes would lightly finger her anus, but only tickling around the opening, never penetrating inside. It was time to change that. She rubbed her hand through her juicy slit again, getting it fully lubricated, then placed the tip of her middle finger at the center of her asshole — and pushed it in.

It was tight and hot. It felt strange, it tickled, it felt wrong, like she was about to crap the bed. But Eve didn’t stop. She pushed the finger in deeper, groaning, trying not to be too loud. Deeper still, up to the second knuckle, feeling feverish with lust, her face breaking out in a sweat.

“Fucking, fucking,” Eve whispered to herself. With her finger in her ass, she found her vagina with her thumb and pushed it inside too, as far as she could, gripping her cunt and her ass at the same time. Her other hand was on her tits, grabbing them, squeezing them hard, pinching and pulling the stiff nipples.

“Fucking, fucking,” she whispered again, all the while staring at her virginal child.

Now the woman pulled her finger slowly out of her anus and her thumb from her cunt. She raised her hand to her face, looking at it, sniffing the finger that had penetrated her rectum. It smelled dirty, like sex and shit, both at once. She sniffed it again. She licked it. Nasty, filthy. So fucking hot.

Eve moved closer until she was next to Paige. She pushed the covers away, exposing her daughter’s naked body. Paige stirred a bit, but didn’t wake. Eve leaned down, holding her hand — the stinky one — just over the girl’s hairless pussy. She paused, and then thought of something else.

Shifting around, Eve straddled the pretty brunette, knees framing her head, crotch right above her face. Urgently she hissed, “Paige. Paige!”

“Mmh…huh?” Her eyes blinked open.

“Paige, eat my cunt. Eat my fucking cunt. Make me come in your mouth!”

“Huh?” Paige blinked again, gradually coming awake.

At the very last second, Eve changed hands, placing the soiled one on the bed to support herself while pressing hard into Paige’s slit with the other hand, separating the labia, pushing into the furrow, rubbing her fingers up and down.

“Eat my fucking pussy!” Eve demanded. “Lick Mommy’s cunt!”

There was a part of her mind in which Eve prayed this would not be upsetting to her daughter, that what her mother was doing would not frighten or traumatize the girl. She loved her and cared about her — but the woman’s libido was so strong at the moment, her lust so out of control, that those concerns were easily pushed aside.

“Do it now! Eat me!!”

Paige giggled. Fully alert by this time, she was quite happy to do as asked. While opening her own legs wider, she placed her hands on her mother’s thighs, pulled her crotch down to her mouth, and began licking the creamy pussy.

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Fiona came awake to the disconcerting feeling that she wasn’t sure where she was… in a strange room, a strange bed, but… yes, that was her mother beside her and… oh, of course, they were in Angela’s big suite at the hotel, she and her mom and Erin, all sleeping in the same bed.

The girl pushed herself up to check and make sure her big sister was there too. She was. And over in the other bed, wow, Debby and Kelly. Now Fiona remembered everything that had happened the night before, the younger girls putting on a show, the older ones, including her, masturbating for the women, and then, oh my god, the whole group had sex together, like all at once. Fingers and tongues and pussies and mouths, everyone rolling around naked on the floor in a big pile, all the mothers and daughters together — it was so awesome!

Fiona lay down again, on her back, staring at the ceiling. She smiled as she thought about how great it felt having all those women grabbing her at once, kissing her, licking her, almost going crazy they were so excited. Omigod, here I am only 12 years old and I get to do all these things! Then she giggled. How silly I was last week with Bridget, acting like a dumb little kid, getting all nervous and upset just because she wanted to look at me and touch me.

Oh well, that’s all over now. That’s the past, it’s history. I’ll never be nervous any more about stuff like this. It’s like I’m almost grown up now, and I can do anything I want to with any of these people, all the pretty girls and ladies, my mom, my sister, all of them. What a lucky girl I am!

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Gwen came at the same time as Amanda and Bambi. It was unbelievably exciting to watch a pair of 10-year-old girls having sex that way — fucking each other! — rubbing their smooth hairless pussies together, kissing, humping, and then finally climaxing, both little blondes squealing and shuddering.

As her own delicious orgasm began to recede, the teenager took a deep breath and blinked her eyes open. She rubbed a hand over her breasts, stroking the nipples. The other hand was still cupping her vulva, feeling the heat, sensing the pulse. She shook her head. Sex was just so incredible, whether doing yourself or watching others or being with a girl or a woman. Now Gwen smiled as she saw the two kids happily celebrating their early morning fun.

Amanda laughed out loud, kissing her friend again and again. She felt so happy about doing this with Bambi. It was awesome to fuck a girl pussy on pussy, almost like masturbating on her mom’s leg, but even better!

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Angela came out of the large dressing area and bathroom attached to the master bedroom in the suite. She’d already showered, dried her hair, put on her makeup, and was dressed in a very stylish yachting outfit: short navy blue skirt, white blouse, navy blazer with gold buttons and a crest, plus a pair of two-tone heels, blue and white. Her long bronzed legs were bare but gleaming with oil.

And she was all business this morning. No sex for her. She bustled around, gathering things together, packing a small bag. Tina and Bridget soon sat up, yawning and rubbing their eyes.

“Time to get going, girls,” Angela said to them. “We have a ship to catch. Boarding time is 10:00 AM, though we won’t depart until 11:00.”

“Aye-aye, ma’am,” Tina replied. After winking at Bridget, she rolled out of bed and headed for the bathroom.

Bridget sat up groggily, staying in bed a minute longer, stretching, groaning, yawning again. She really wasn’t a morning person. Then she thought about Debby, her little girl. Was she okay? Probably she was, but it wouldn’t hurt to go check on her anyway. Bridget looked around for her clothes, trying to remember where she’d left them.

She recalled then that she’d brought a bag with her, a small suitcase with a change of clothes for today and something for tomorrow too. They were planning to spend the night on the yacht. But where was the damn suitcase? Shaking her head to clear it, she finally put her feet on the floor. Coffee, she thought, I need coffee.

Angela came over and put her hand under Bridget’s chin, lifting it. She gave the brunette a kiss on the lips. “Good morning, sunshine.”

She pointed toward a chair. “Your bag is right there.”

Bridget looked and saw her bag on the floor beside the chair. “Oh, okay, thanks,” she grinned ruefully.

“And coffee is on the way. I called fifteen minutes ago, so it should be here any time.”

“Ah, that’s perfect. You’re a genius, has anyone ever told you that?”

“You’re not the first,” Angela smiled as she breezed from the room.

Yawning and stretching one more time, Bridget got to her feet. She decided to check on Debby before worrying about a shower or getting dressed. After last night certainly no one will think twice about seeing me naked, she thought with a chuckle as she headed out to the living area.

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Stacie felt a hand on her breast, fingers playing with the nipple, bringing it erect. She felt warm breath on her neck, lips kissing and nibbling at her ear, a tongue licking inside. What a lovely way to wake up in the morning, with your mother making love to you!

Smiling happily, she turned onto her side, facing Carol. Their arms went around each other, mouths coming together. They kissed deeply. After a minute of heavy kissing, Stacie’s hand found a breast, pinching the nipple. She slid down a little in the bed and took her mother’s stiff nipple into her mouth, sucking on it. Carol moaned.

Beside them, Jordan slept on, undisturbed.

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Veronica and Stephanie came out of the bathroom, wrapped in towels. The twins were sitting up in bed, smiling at them, both girls naked.

“Can we do some kissing?” Holly asked.

“Sorry, baby, not now,” Stephanie smiled. “We have to get going.”

“Not even a good morning kiss?”

“Well, of course you can have a good morning kiss! Always!”

Both little blondes bounced to their feet, standing on the bed. After dropping the towels, their moms hugged and kissed the girls, trading back and forth until everyone was satisfied.

“But Mommy is right,” Veronica said. “We don’t really have time for fooling around. We’re going on a cruise today, remember?”

“Yeah, we know,” Hailey said, adding, “What should we wear?”

“Anything is fine,” Stephanie told them. “Whatever’s comfortable.”

“Think I should make sure the others are up, so we won’t be late?” Veronica asked Stephanie.

“Maybe. I’ll get dressed and go start breakfast. You kids get some clothes on too.”

“Okay.”

Veronica decided she would dress as well before waking Carol and Stacie and Jordan.

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“Mmmm, right there, right there, uh-huh, uh-huh … ooooh – yes – yes – yes – yes – OHHH!!” Carol was coming in Stacie’s mouth.

Jordan woke. She sat up in bed. Her mommy was doing that licking thing on Nanna, sort of like Pony but different. Nanna looked happy. Jordan wanted to play too.

“Mommy, will you ride Pony on me? Or can I do Pony-Pony on Nanna?”

Stacie lifted her face from between Carol’s legs and smiled at her daughter. “Of course, baby, anything you want. How about if I ride Pony on you?”

“Okay!” The little girl flopped back down on the bed, eager for Mommy to get started.

Licking her lips, relishing the taste of her mother’s pussy, Stacie climbed on top of her little girl. Carefully spreading her labia with her fingers, exposing her erect pink clit, she lowered it to the child’s waiting tongue and began to ride.

After taking a deep breath and slowly letting it out, Carol turned onto her side, facing her daughter and granddaughter, watching them. She’d had a powerful orgasm, but now she was ready for more. She fondled her own breast for a moment, then moved between Jordan’s legs. A perfect way to begin the day, licking the pussy of a 7-year-old girl!

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Veronica hesitated, her knuckles poised to knock on the bedroom door. Was she hearing what she thought she was hearing? Probably. It wasn’t really a surprise to find the three of them having incestuous sex, and it wasn’t shocking any more, either. To the contrary, it was delightful.

Turning away with a smile, she decided not to bother them. They were awake, and that was all that mattered. She’d go see if Stephanie needed any help in the kitchen.

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The coffee was delivered to the suite, along with a light breakfast buffet: muffins and bagels, fresh fruit, yogurt, juice, cereal for the kids. Gradually the moms and daughters trickled out of their rooms, some dressed, some nude or partially dressed. They greeted each other warmly, sharing hugs and kisses and good mornings.

After making sure everyone was there, no one still sleeping, Angela picked up the phone to call Eve’s hotel room. Just when she thought there would be no answer and she’d have to leave a message, she heard a voice.

“Hello?”

“Hello, Eve?”

“Yes, good morning, Angela.”

“Good morning, darling. Did you sleep well?”

“Uh, yes, we did, once we finally got to sleep, that is,” Eve chuckled.

“I understand. I’m glad you enjoyed yourselves. But listen, I have breakfast here, just something light, if you and Paige would like to come up and share it with us.”

“Oh, that sounds great, I’m dying for some coffee. Except, uh, we need to take a quick shower first. We’re sort of… well, anyway, we need a shower. But we can be up there in, say, 20 minutes or so.”

“That will be fine. Take your time, dear, but not too much time. We do have to be going soon.”

“Yes, I know. All right, we’ll see you in a few.”

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Stephanie made sure to sit next to Carol at breakfast so she could say what she wanted to say when the time was right. As they were just about finished eating, she put her hand over the older woman’s. She began to speak, but then suddenly choked up, tears filling her eyes. She cleared her throat and started again.

“I just wanted to say, in front of everyone, how grateful I am, Carol. You’ve helped us, all of us, become so much closer. I love you for it. I’m so glad I know you, that you’re my lover’s sister. You’re wonderful, and I love you, and I just… thank you!”

She threw her arms around Carol’s neck, hugging her tightly, shaking with emotion.

“Oh, honey, it’s so sweet of you to say that.” Carol returned the hug, patting and rubbing Stephanie’s back.

Stacie wiped her eyes. Veronica did too. The three little girls weren’t quite sure why everyone was crying, but they didn’t seem upset, they were smiling and seemed happy, so everything must be all right.

“Now, now…” Carol patted Stephanie again, then pulled away, taking the younger woman’s face in her hands, wiping tears from her cheeks with her thumbs. After gazing into her eyes for a moment, she planted a big kiss right on her lips.

Ending the long kiss with a smack, Carol said, “I love you too, darling. I’m so happy you’re part of our family, you and your beautiful girls.”

Carol smiled at the twins. They could see that her eyes were wet with tears too.

Turning back to Stephanie, Carol added, “You’re a lovely, lovely person. You’ve made my sister happier than she’s ever been in her life.”

“That’s so true,” Veronica gulped, wiping tears away.

“And I’m very glad we can all be together now, here, on this vacation,” Carol continued.

“Me too,” Stephanie said, sniffing and smiling. She was starting to get her emotions under control again.

“So,” said Carol with a grin, “we can stay here today and hug each other and cry, or we can go out on a cruise with a bunch of hot young lesbians. What do you think we should do?”

Stephanie laughed, joined by Stacie and Veronica. She gave Carol one more big hug, then nodded, “You’re right, let’s get going!”

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