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.

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.

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