By Naughty Mommy

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

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

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

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

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

“No, um, but… can we do Pony-Pony?”

“Pony-Pony, what’s that?”

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

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

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

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

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

“Please can we? It’s easy.”

“I…… can’t you just go to sleep?”

“No.”

“Well, what kind of game is it?”

“I can show you, okay?”

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

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

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

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

“Baby girl?” Veronica whispered.

“Yeah?”

“How are you doing? Are you okay?”

“I’m fine.”

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

“It was okay. But, um, Mom?”

“Yes, baby?”

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

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

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

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

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

“Goodnight, sweetheart. I love you.”

“I love you too, Mom.”

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

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

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

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

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

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

“What sort of game is it?”

“A fun one.”

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

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

“What? Why?”

“That’s how you play.”

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“And you play it with her?”

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

“You’re not? Why?”

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

“Um, ‘cuz Mommy says…” Jordan began.

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

“Are you mad at me?”

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

“Good. Then can we play?”

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“Okay, but — what’s your name?”

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“Oh fuck fuck fuck yes!!!”

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

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

“You made me come, honey.”

“I know.” Jordan returned the grin.

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

“Uh-uh, not yet.”

“Do you want to?”

“Is it okay? Can I?”

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

“No, I can do it. Um, just a minute.”

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

Jordan began moving faster right away.

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

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

They climaxed together.

Continue on to Chapter 36

By Naughty Mommy

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

 

By Naughty Mommy

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Jesus, what was she doing? How had she ever allowed things to get this far?

“Can I just suck your nipples?” Jordan had asked, seeming so innocent and yet so seductive at the same time. And, god help her, Stephanie had told her yes, she could. Now the child was happily sucking away, nursing like a baby — and there was almost nothing in the world that Stephanie loved so much as having her nipples sucked. It always made her pussy so wet, practically gushing, made her clit throb with excitement. She could just about come that way without doing anything else.

Except she was doing something else. She was masturbating!

As she lay naked in bed in the master bedroom at the condo with a 7-year-old girl sucking her nipples, Stephanie was rubbing her pussy, her fingers wet with her juices, her clit so stiff and sensitive that even the slightest touch made her whole body shake. She was right on the edge, ready to come, but how could she? It was so wrong! How had she ever allowed things to get this far?

In the bedroom next to theirs, the second bedroom, Kelly was masturbating too. She was deeply involved with her sister, Holly, kissing wetly, using their tongues, and the little girl was fondling Kelly’s breasts, playing with her nipples.

Kelly had a hand between her own legs, sliding her fingers into her slippery folds — oh my god, she was so wet! She just knew this was going to make a mess on the sheets, but right now she really didn’t care. It felt so good! She loved kissing, she loved having the girl’s hands on her boobs, and she especially loved rubbing herself, making herself come.

But then Holly asked a question. She ended the kissing for a moment and said, “Kelly?”

“Y-yeah…?” It came out like a croak, Kelly’s voice congested with lust. She was very close to a climax.

“That smell is like, sex, kind of, right?”

“Wh-what do you mean?”

“The smell. You know? It’s like what we smelled, Hailey and me, in the motel with Mommy and Mom when they were doing sex stuff. And last night I smelled it with Stacie too.”

“You did?”

“Uh-huh. I think she was, you know, master-baiting.”

“She was?”

“I think so. I mean, I could smell her and I could sort of tell what she was doing, you know?”

“You could?”

“Yeah, like rubbing herself and everything.”

“Okay.”

“Are you doing that now?”

There was a pause while Kelly decided how to answer. Might as well be honest. “Uh-huh, yeah, I am.”

“Is that the smell?”

“Well, probably,” Kelly chuckled. “I mean, I get pretty wet. And, like, I’m really wet right now.”

“Um, you know what?”

“What?”

“Last night I think I had some too. Some of that stuff. Cuz I put my hand inside my undies and I was wet there.”

“You were? Really?”

“Uh-huh, and I tasted it.”

“Wow…”

“Can I taste yours?”

“You — taste mine??”

“Yeah. So I can see if it tastes like me.”

“God, Holly. Really?”

“Is it okay? Can I?”

—————

A few in the small audience at The Harem had left their seats to get an even closer view of the stunning erotic performance. It was mostly dark in the room, but spotlights in the ceiling illuminated the central action: a mother and her two young daughters — all three nude and locked in an incestuous embrace.

Bambi and Amanda were standing side by side, holding hands and looking on, breathing heavily, licking their lips. Bambi had a hand between her legs, pressing in on her crotch through her clothing. Tina, Amanda’s mother, was just behind the girl, an arm around her. She was rubbing herself against Amanda’s little body, humping her as they watched the illicit sex show.

Angela’s hand was inside Debby’s panties now, a long finger sliding up and down in the girl’s lubricated slit. Debby was panting, her mouth hanging slack as she sat on Angela’s lap with her legs spread wide apart. Her whole body felt heated, like she was in an oven. But it felt really good too. She didn’t want Angela to ever stop what she was doing.

—————

“You… you want to taste it?” Kelly asked.

Holly nodded, smiling. “Can I?”

“Well, yeah, I guess…”

Kelly wondered for a second what it all meant. Kissing your little sister naked in bed, then masturbating with her, and then sharing the taste of your pussy with her — it was so nasty, so exciting, the kind of thing she’d only dreamed about. And maybe soon they’d be doing even more than that, all of them together, the whole family. Was that really possible? It might be! The thought of that really made her want to come.

“Um, Holly?”

“Yeah?”

“I want, well, I… um, you know what masturbating is, right?”

“I think so.”

“Have you ever done it yourself? Or, like, you and Hailey?”

“Uh-uh, we never have.”

“Okay, well, I want to do it now. I mean, I’ll let you taste me and stuff, if you want to, but is it okay after that, I mean, do you mind if I masturbate while we kiss?”

“No, I don’t mind. But, like, can you show me how?” Holly asked.

“Show you how?”

“Yeah. I mean, last night I could hear Stacie doing it, doing stuff, and I could sort of feel it in a way, but it was dark and I wasn’t looking at her, so I really couldn’t tell what she was doing, you know? But if you show me, then I’ll know how. And I can show Hailey too.”

“Okay, yeah, I’ll show you,” Kelly said as she rubbed her erect clit. She was gonna come so hard tonight!

—————

Gwen and Erin were also now standing near the central action in the club, as were Paige and Fiona. Each of the girls had their hands inside their panties, unashamedly rubbing themselves while Tina continued humping Amanda from behind. Eve and Sheila and Bridget were still seated, but all three were masturbating and getting very close to orgasm.

The three performers were almost there too.

The woman, Hafsa, was licking and sucking her teenage daughter’s pussy. Rana was licking her little sister’s pussy, and Azra was licking her mother. The child, lying on the bench, was the first to reach climax. She began to squirm and squeal and soon was shaking almost uncontrollably. Rana kept her mouth fastened over the girl’s pussy for as long as she could, trying to extend the orgasm, but then her own climax struck and she lost the ability to do anything but react. Her lithe body shuddered. She gasped and moaned.

Hafsa had a firm grip on Rana’s hips, pulling the young teen’s pussy against her face. She sucked and licked, her tongue going everywhere, eating the girl. Rana cried out, coming again and again in her mother’s mouth. Not until Hafsa was certain that she had milked very last bit of orgasm from Rana did she let her go. The teenager slumped to the floor behind the woman, still moving gracefully somehow, with her eyes closed. Her body continued to shake occasionally with residual aftershocks.

And now Hafsa concentrated on her own needs. After taking a deep breath, she said something in a foreign language, speaking mostly to herself apparently. Leaning forward, she put a hand between Azra’s legs, touching her hairless pussy. The girl was still wet from being licked by Rana and from coming in her mouth. Hafsa slowly inserted a finger into the child’s vagina, pushing it in deeper and deeper as the audience watched, transfixed. Once it was in as far as it would go, just past the second knuckle, Hafsa began sliding the finger in and out, fucking her young daughter. At the same time she started rocking her pelvis, pressing her pussy firmly into the girl’s mouth. Harder and harder, faster and faster, she fucked the child’s face.

When it appeared as if she was almost there, right on the edge, Hafsa suddenly looked up at the spectators. Still moving on top of the girl, and still sliding her finger in and out of that juicy little pussy, she ran her eyes quickly around the room, taking everyone in. Her beautiful face was shiny with sweat and reddened with lust. Licking her lips, she smiled at them, nodded — and then exploded into orgasm.

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God, she couldn’t, she shouldn’t, but she was!

As little Jordan went eagerly back and forth between her breasts, sucking on one nipple while fingering the other, Stephanie was masturbating, rubbing her clit, fucking herself, and getting very close.

Except she couldn’t, she shouldn’t — this was a child, a 7-year-old girl — she was having lesbian sex with a child!! How could she? But god help her, she was, and she just couldn’t stop, she couldn’t possibly stop now.

Two rooms away, Stephanie’s lover Veronica was thinking almost the same thing. As she lay naked in bed with their 8-year-old daughter Hailey, and as the two of them listened to the unmistakable sounds of another mother and daughter, Carol and Stacie, having hot sex in the bed right next to theirs, Veronica was on top of Hailey, kissing her wetly and humping her leg, rubbing her juicy pussy on the girl’s thigh — all the while telling herself, I can’t do this, I have to stop, I just have to stop.

But she didn’t.

—————

Six separate climaxes at The Harem within minutes of each other: the three performers, Hafsa, Rana, and Azra, all had orgasms, and then Sheila, Bridget, and Eve did too, watching them.

None of those who were standing had reached climax, but their clits were hard and their pussies very wet. Now, as the lights slowly came back up in the room and as soft music began to play again, Gwen and Erin and Paige and Fiona removed their hands from their panties and retreated to their seats. Bambi, Amanda, and Tina sat down too. Several serving girls came out, some bringing fresh cool drinks and others helping the performers to exit.

There were smiles among the spectators, brows wiped, heads shaken in amazement. “Wow, that was something…” “Did you see how…” “I couldn’t believe it when…”

Debby had not had an orgasm. She was quite obviously very aroused but never seemed really close to a climax. Angela hoped (and expected) that she soon would have another opportunity, without the distractions, to put all her skills to work in giving the little girl that ultimate reward. Taking her hand from inside Debby’s undies, she hugged the child warmly, kissed her cheek, and then gave her back to her mother, Bridget. It was time to go.

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“Do you like it?” Kelly asked Holly.

She’d paused long enough from rubbing herself to give her sister the taste of pussy that Holly had asked for, bringing two very wet fingers from between her legs up to the girl’s mouth. They were still lying on their sides in bed, facing each other, both naked. Holly had sniffed Kelly’s hand for a moment, nodded and smiled, and then licked the fingers clean.

“Yeah, I do like it,” she giggled. “I knew I would. Ever since me and Hailey smelled Mommy and Mom the other night, and then when I smelled Stacie last night, it’s like, I don’t know, I just wanna eat it or something, you know?”

“You do?”

“Yeah.”

“God, Holly.”

The thought of this cute little blonde, only 8 years old, actually saying she wanted to eat pussy practically made Kelly come right then and there.

“I’m gonna masturbate and you can watch me, but I don’t know if I can really teach you or anything now ‘cuz I just want to come so bad.”

“Okay.”

Her fingers worked rapidly between her legs. It was almost always easy for Kelly to reach climax. She masturbated every day, usually several times, and often had two or three orgasms in a row. Now, as she felt Holly’s hands on her breasts again, playing with her nipples, and as they kissed wetly, tongues exploring, she felt that wonderful sensation quickly approaching, swirling up from inside, pulsing, growing, throbbing, swelling, driving her out of her mind, until —

“Holly!” she pulled her lips away “I’m coming!!”

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The group gathered up their things, sweaters and jackets and purses, and slowly made their way out of the private dinner club, escorted by Nazli. As they approached the front door, Eve suddenly grabbed Angela’s arm. “Wait, I was supposed to help you pay for this tonight. Where’s the bill?”

Angela chuckled, “No, dear, you don’t have to worry about that. Maybe another time. This was all covered by my membership fee.”

“Oh. Damn. I mean, I loved it, it was wonderful, and I appreciate your generosity, I really do. But one of these nights you just have to let me treat you, all right?”

They stopped and Angela took Eve’s face in her hands, gazing into her eyes. “Darling woman, you have already given me so much, letting us into your life, my daughter and I, and sharing yourself and your own beautiful girls with us. We couldn’t ask for more.”

“Oh, but we, we haven’t…”

Eve was about to say that she hadn’t really shared Gwen or Paige with them yet. She’d had sex with Angela herself but her daughters hadn’t — though she didn’t know, of course, what her girls might have done with Bambi, they actually could have done quite a lot — and anyway who could tell what might happen tonight? They could be headed back for a wild orgy at the penthouse suite, and then maybe she would have the privilege of sharing 16-year-old Gwen and 11-year-old Paige with Angela, with Bambi, and perhaps with all the rest of the women and girls in the group as well.

All of this passed through her mind in a flash as she looked into Angela’s eyes, who seemed to know, somehow, everything that Eve was thinking. Angela nodded, smiled, and gave her a gentle kiss on the lips. “Thank you,” she said.

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Carol and Stacie were in a ‘69’ with Carol on top. They’d thrown the covers aside, totally unconcerned now about being seen and heard by either Hailey or Veronica. Carol was already getting close to another climax, humping her daughter’s face as she licked her wet pussy and sucked her clit.

Stacie wasn’t quite ready for a second orgasm, but she was delirious with joy. Making love with her beautiful mother, tasting her sweet pussy, feeling her mom’s hot tongue licking her, it was absolute heaven.

In the other bed, Hailey kept trying to look at Carol and Stacie and figure out what it was they were doing, laying with each other that funny way. But she was mostly too distracted by what was happening right there with her, in her own bed!

Veronica was doing the unthinkable. She was so turned on, so wild with lust, that she’d taken Hailey’s hand in hers and placed it between her legs, rubbing the child’s fingers against her clit, sliding them into her slippery folds, coating the little girl’s hand with a woman’s pussy juice. They’d stopped kissing because Veronica, masturbating herself with her daughter’s hand, was almost ready to come.

In the master bedroom, Stephanie was coming. With Jordan sucking her nipples, Stephanie was plunging two fingers in and out of her cunt, fucking herself hard. She’d already climaxed once, but that wasn’t enough. As soon as her first orgasm ended, she immediately began working on another. Maybe it was wrong, having sex with a 7-year-old, but if she was going to do it, she might as well thoroughly enjoy it.

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Out in the parking lot, Bridget approached Angela. “This has been really great, such an amazing evening, but it is getting late and we probably should get the kids home, so —”

Angela took the woman’s arm, giving it a squeeze. “Oh, don’t be silly, my dear. You’re coming back with us, all of you. You can stay and play and spend the night in our suite. You’ve seen how large it is, there’s plenty of room.”

“Well, yes, but…”

“Now, I won’t hear any argument. The decision is made, all right?”

“I…”

“Sheila, darling,” Angela said, “you want to come back with us, don’t you? Bring your pretty daughters to the hotel so they can have more fun with us tonight?”

“Sure, of course, I’m up for anything,” Sheila laughed.

Bridget just shrugged and acted resigned. The truth was she really did want to go back to the hotel and see what might happen there, but she’d thought that someone ought to at least put up the pretense of being responsible.

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Panting, sweating, her body flushed and still quaking with the after-effects of a tremendous orgasm — her third in succession — Stephanie attempted to get herself back under control. With some difficulty she managed to separate Jordan from her nipple, and then hugged the child close, stroking her soft skin.

“So, honey, I think we… should try to get some sleep now… don’t you?”

“Yeah, all right.” That’s what Jordan said, although she was thinking something else, about what she wanted to do. She would wait a minute, though, before she asked. Then maybe Stephanie would say it was okay.

In the third bedroom, Carol had finished coming on top of Stacie in their 69, loudly climaxing in her mouth, and now her attention was focused on giving Stacie another orgasm. She had a finger deep inside her pussy, another finger in her asshole, and she was licking and sucking her daughter’s clit and labia. She could tell by the way Stacie was moving and by the sounds she was making that she was almost there.

Veronica was almost there too in the bed across from them. Using Hailey’s hand to masturbate with wasn’t the most effective way of reaching climax, but the idea of it was just so naughty and so forbidden that it drove Veronica insane with lust. Gripping the little girl’s hand, she rubbed her small fingers up and down in her furrow while kissing her mouth.

And then, when she heard Stacie cry out in the other bed — “Mom! Fuck! Yes!” — Veronica went over the top as well, coming hard, feeling her hot juices drench Hailey’s fingers.

Continue on to Chapter 35

By Naughty Mommy

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It was still fairly early, not yet 10:00, but that was past the usual bedtime for the twins, so Hailey and Veronica snuggled up in one of the beds in the third bedroom at the condo, while Carol and her daughter Stacie got in the other bed. They said goodnight and turned out the light. As agreed, all four were naked.

Stacie and Carol didn’t mind at all going to bed that early. They’d both been looking forward to enjoying some sexy time together in the dark. As soon as the light was out, they turned toward each other and began softly kissing and caressing.

In the other bed, Hailey whispered, “Mom?”

“Yes, honey?”

“Can I ask you something?”

“Of course you can, baby.” Veronica was on her back with an arm around the little 8-year-old blonde, who was curled up beside her.

“Well, um, last night,” Hailey said, “Mommy showed me how to kiss a little bit. You know, how you and her kiss, the way grownup ladies kiss when they love each other.”

“Okay…”

“Did she tell you we did that?”

“Uh, well, yes, actually she did tell me.”

“So, um, can you do it with me too? So I can see if it’s different?”

“If it’s different?” Veronica chuckled.

“Yeah, if you kiss like her, the same as her, or if it’s different.”

“Well, that’s a clever way of asking.”

“Can we?”

Veronica took a deep breath. She definitely did want to kiss Hailey that way, but she wasn’t sure if it was right. She and Stephanie had begun a conversation that morning about what it all meant and what they should do, but then they’d been interrupted and had never found time to complete the discussion.

“Can we, Mom?” Hailey repeated, with a gentle nudge.

By that time, they were starting to hear soft moans coming from the other bed along with wet slurping sounds. Veronica knew very well what was happening: Carol and her daughter were making love. She felt a warm stirring in her pussy.

“Well, okay, I guess we can do that,” Veronica consented, turning on her side toward the little girl.

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“Ohh, GOD!!” Sheila was coming again, masturbating furiously as she witnessed the older performer at The Harem being brought to a powerful orgasm by the two young girls who were fucking her.

None of the other spectators was close to a climax yet, although many were playing with themselves and all were extremely turned on. They watched intently as the woman seated on the bench with her head thrown back shuddered a few more times, moaning loudly. And then, as her spasms gradually receded, she brought her head forward, opened her eyes, and gave her audience a seductive smile.

The girls beside her now slowly removed their fingers from the woman’s vagina and raised them to one another’s mouths, feeding each other the succulent juices that dripped from their fingers. They grinned at each other and shared a quick kiss, then turned to the woman, moving their fingers to her mouth. Bringing their lips together, the erotic entertainers savored the delicious taste of feminine sex and enjoyed a long wet three-way kiss.

“Have you ever done that, honey? Tasted the sweet juice from inside a woman’s pussy?” Angela asked Debby, who was seated on her lap.

“No.”

“Would you like to?”

“I don’t know. What does it taste like?”

“It’s nice. I think you’d like it. Do you want to try?”

“Okay.”

Angela turned to the side. “Bridget?” she said to Debby’s mother.

“Yeah?”

Bridget had a hand inside her panties. Her slacks were unbuttoned and unzipped. The woman’s face was flushed and shiny with sweat, her eyes hooded. She was obviously very aroused.

“Debby wants to taste you,” Angela said.

“What?”

“Get your finger nice and wet, and then give some to Debby. Your daughter wants to find out what pussy tastes like.”

“She does?”

When Angela nodded, Bridget smiled and said, “All right,” then pushed two fingers deep inside her cunt, scooping up a sample of her abundant juices. Slowly she drew the fingers out, shivering with lascivious lust, and brought the special treat to her little girl’s mouth.

As this was happening, the performers in front of them were changing position. The youngest girl, who appeared to be only 9 or 10 years old, with tiny breast buds and a totally hairless slit, was now lying on her back on the padded bench.

The woman, finally recovered from her orgasm, raised one of the girl’s small legs and mounted her, scissors-style, pressing their naked pussies together. The other girl, a nubile teenager of perhaps 13 or 14, stood over the younger girl’s head, straddling her and facing toward the woman. As she lowered her crotch to the open mouth beneath her, she leaned forward to kiss the older performer, who was beginning to move on top of the girl beneath her, tribbing with her.

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Stephanie was flabbergasted. No sooner had she turned out the light in the master bedroom at the condo and settled in to fall asleep with little Jordan, than the girl began to fondle her, touching her bare breasts, playing with her nipples. It seemed almost like foreplay! But this was a 7-year-old child!!

“Honey, what are you…” she began.

“Yours are really really really nice,” Jordan said. “So big and round, like balloons.”

In spite of herself, Stephanie laughed. “Like balloons?”

But then the girl was pinching her erect nipples — squeezing and pulling and twisting them — and Stephanie’s laughter turned into an involuntary moan of sexual arousal.

“Mmmm, nice…… but, but you shouldn’t do that, baby.”

“Why not?”

“Well, it’s…”

“I do it with Mommy, and with Nanna. And I did it with Kelly.”

“With Kelly? But — and your mother? And Nanna??”

“Uh-huh.”

Now Stephanie really didn’t know what to think. Somehow, though, she managed to find the willpower to remove the little girl’s hands from her breasts. She turned onto her side, facing her, holding the child’s small hands in hers. Enough light came in through the window that they could see each other.

“Sweetie, um, it’s okay if you do whatever you do with your mommy, and uh, with Nanna. But I don’t think you should do that with me. Not until after I talk about it first with your mother, all right?”

Jordan’s mouth twisted unhappily. She liked Stephanie’s big boobies a whole lot, and she really liked the way her nipples stuck out so far. She’d never seen any as long as that.

“Can I just suck your nipples?” she asked.

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Things were speeding up at The Harem. In their heightened state of sexual arousal, the three performers all appeared to be approaching orgasm very quickly. The youngest girl on the bench was squirming, bucking, raising her crotch to meet the thrusts of the woman above her, who was vigorously tribbing with her. The teenager, straddling the younger girl, was grinding her pussy into the girl’s mouth while at the same time kissing the woman.

In the audience, Sheila, Tina, Eve, Gwen, Erin, and even 12-year-old Fiona were all openly masturbating. After giving Debby a taste of her pussy juice, which the child seemed to enjoy very much, Bridget had immediately resumed fucking herself.

Only Angela, among the women, was not masturbating, and that was because she had Debby on her lap and was having such a good time fondling the child’s pussy through her thin cotton panties. Now she insistently pressed her fingers in, parting the girl’s labia, pushing the fabric between her lips. She felt Debby shudder under her touch, and yes, Angela could actually detect warm moisture seeping through onto her fingers.

The seated mothers and daughters all stared at the spectacle in front of them, rapidly progressing toward a peak. Eve had her jeans open now with both hands inside her panties, working hard. She wanted to come at the same time as the performers if she could. Gwen, sitting next to Eve, was getting close too. Bridget was also nearly ready to come again, while Sheila, of course, was on the edge almost constantly.

And then it was time. The first to reach orgasm was the teenage performer, riding the face of the younger girl. The audience heard her cry out and watched as her slender body was jolted repeatedly by orgasmic spasms. This made the woman move even faster on top of the girl, and within less than a minute they heard squeals of pleasure as the pre-pubescent child climaxed. She was followed shortly by the woman, who loudly groaned, throwing back her head, shoving her wet cunt against the girl’s, over and over again.

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In the second bedroom at the condo, 14-year-old Kelly was lying in bed with her little sister Holly, 8 years old, on top of her. They were both naked and were kissing enthusiastically, their mouths open, tongues entwining. A lamp beside the bed was on.

When Holly pulled away to take a breath, Kelly wiped her lips and asked, “So do you like that?’

“Yeah, it’s nice,” Holly grinned. “I like doing it. Have you kissed other girls that way before too?”

“Well, um, only a couple times. Once, at, at a sleepover at Becca’s. Some of us did it then. It was fun. And then, well, I did it with Jordan too, the other night at the motel.”

“With Jordan, at the motel?”

“Uh-huh.”

“She kissed me like that today. That’s where I learned how.”

“Jordan did? When?”

“Before dinner, when we went outside for a while. Me and Hailey started kissing that way too, except then Mommy came out and saw us.”

“Wow, did she get mad?”

“I don’t think so. She didn’t say anything about it. She just called us to come and eat. I don’t think she minds. I mean, she already kissed Hailey and everything.”

“Yeah, that’s true.”

All this kissing between various family members made Kelly wonder how much further things would eventually go. She knew for a fact that her Aunt Carol was having sex with her own daughter, Stacie, and also with her granddaughter, Jordan. So, would the kissing lead to other stuff? She hoped it would!

“Are you tired yet? Do you wanna go to sleep, or do you wanna kiss some more?”

“More kissing,” Holly giggled.

“Okay, except… let’s lay this way now.”

Kelly turned onto her side, facing the little blonde. Her pussy was aching to be touched and she thought that maybe in this position she could play with herself without Holly noticing it. Maybe.

“We can kiss,” she said, “and, um, you can also touch me if you want to, my boobs, I mean, and like, my nipples. I really want you to, okay?”

“All right.” Holly put her hands on Kelly’s breasts, small fingers tentatively caressing her sister’s puffy nipples.

Kelly sighed and shivered as she felt the gentle touch shoot straight from her sensitive nipples to her clit. She brought her mouth to Holly’s and they kissed again.

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Eve climaxed, as did Gwen beside her. Bridget and Sheila both did as well. Neither Tina nor Erin nor Fiona reached orgasm, but they continued rubbing their wet pussies as they watched the performers wind down from their own climaxes. The room was quiet, except for the sounds of heavy breathing. A heady aroma of feminine arousal filled the air.

Slowly the woman and the two girls disentangled themselves and then stood in front of the bench, facing the small audience. They smiled broadly, their naked bodies gleaming with perspiration, the youngest girl’s cheeks shiny with juices from the teenager.

Angela began applauding and the rest soon joined her. Sheila put her fingers in her mouth and whistled. Everyone laughed and cheered.

When the applause finally died down, the woman, who was standing in the center holding the hands of the two girls, stepped forward slightly. Speaking with a strong accent, she said, “You may wonder, and I want you to know, because I am proud. My name is Hafsa. These are my beautiful daughters, Rana and Azra. Now we will finish for you, a special finish. I hope you enjoy what you see.”

More applause greeted this announcement. Some were surprised that the three were mother and daughters, though many had suspected it. But nearly all were amazed that the woman would admit it so readily and without shame.

Before continuing, the performers turned the bench 90 degrees. The youngest girl, Azra, again lay down on her back, but this time with her feet on the floor. Her legs were apart, her crotch facing toward the spectators. Her mother, Hafsa, gracefully straddled the child’s head, using her fingers to open her own pussy lips and then lowering her cunt to her daughter’s mouth. The audience sighed, almost in unison.

Hafsa leaned down, putting her hands on Azra’s slender thighs. She pulled the girl’s legs even farther apart. Everyone inched forward in their seats to watch closely as the woman placed her fingers on the girl’s labia and parted them. They could see her pink center, gleaming with moisture. Hafsa slowly gazed along the row of spectators, making eye contact with each of them, smiling proudly. Then she lowered her face, extended her tongue, and licked the child’s visibly erect clit.

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Carol and Stacie were fucking each other, lying side by side, kissing, moaning, each with a finger deep inside the other’s pussy, mother and daughter having sex.

In the other bed, Veronica was leaning over Hailey, holding the little blonde’s face in her hands, running the tip of her tongue around the edge of her lips. It always excited Stephanie when Veronica kissed her that way, and she hoped it would do the same for Hailey.

It appeared to be working. The girl was breathing hard, her body trembling. By instinct, it seemed, her hands had gone to Veronica’s breasts, finding the nipples, playing with them, fingering the taut hardness.

Her touch was driving Veronica wild. But my god, she thought to herself, this is a little girl, my own daughter! I shouldn’t be getting so turned on, but I just can’t help it, I am!

Taking a deep breath, she pulled back slightly. Although it was mostly dark in the room, they could see each other. Veronica smiled at the girl. “I like it when you touch me that way,” she whispered, “when you touch my nipples. It feels nice.”

“Okay.” Hailey returned the smile. “But, um, Mom?”

After applying a tender kiss to those irresistible soft pink lips, Veronica responded, “Yes?”

“What are they doing over there?” Hailey whispered. “Is that like what, you know, what you and Mommy did in the motel?”

The noises coming from the other bed were quite loud now, grunts and groans and sighs and wet slapping sounds and urgent pleas from both women: “Yes – yes – fuck me – make me come!”

A shiver passed through Veronica. This was a moment of truth — a moment for truth. She nodded at Hailey, putting their foreheads together, answering in a very soft voice, “Yes, baby, that’s right, it is the same thing. They, uh, they’re making love, just like me and Mommy do.”

“Um, but… Aunt Carol is… she’s Stacie’s mom, isn’t she?”

“Yes, she is.”

Hailey didn’t say anything else right away. Apparently she was thinking. And they both were listening to the sounds that seemed to be growing continually louder.

Veronica squeezed her thighs together, stimulating her clit, and then gently nuzzled the little girl. “Are you okay, honey?”

“Yeah, I am. I just…”

Then they heard Stacie’s voice, “God! God! Yes!” And only seconds after that, Carol gasped and moaned. Both had reached climax.

—————

After kissing and sucking her youngest daughter’s clit for a minute or two, Hafsa straightened up once again. She smiled at the spectators, and then glanced down between her legs. Azra’s tongue was busily working there, licking her mother’s pussy. Hafsa put her hands on her own breasts, massaging them, pinching the nipples, sighing in pleasure. Then she nodded at Rana, who was standing to the side, watching.

The slim teenager stepped up to the bench. She carefully placed her hands, taking a firm grip on the bench at a level even with her sister’s waist, one hand on either side. Then, in a stunningly skillful gymnastic move, she leapt from the floor into a handstand, her toes pointed at the ceiling, her slim strong body facing toward the audience. For several seconds she held that pose before slowly beginning to part her legs, holding them straight but extending them into a V, and then stretching them even farther out until they were parallel to the floor.

There was scattered applause, although most were too amazed to do anything but gaze in awe at the sight. Holding this impressive pose for another few moments, Rana then gradually brought her legs back together until once again they were pointing straight up. And then she did something even more astonishing. After bending her elbows to flex her arms and lower her body a few inches, she suddenly launched herself upward while spinning 180 degrees, landing exactly reversed, hands on either side of Azra’s waist, but now facing the other way.

“Wow!” exclaimed several in the audience, along with “oh my god,” and many loud gasps of amazement. A few clapped. Most just stared, slack-jawed.

As they watched, Rana slowly opened her legs again, into a V. Then she bent them down, toward her mother. Hafsa put her hands on the teen’s thighs, guiding her, bringing her pussy to her mouth. Rana laid her legs over her mother’s shoulders, and now, supported by the woman, lowered her own face to her little sister’s pussy. They were prepared, ready for three-way cunnilingus in an acrobatic incestuous daisy-chain.

Continue on to Chapter 34

By Naughty Mommy

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

The private dining room at The Harem brightened suddenly, the music becoming louder, faster, gayer. A dozen new dancers emerged, each in a different colorful gauzy costume. They were of various ages, from young teenagers to a woman of perhaps 40, but all were beautiful, with dark hair, dark eyes, and alluring bodies. As the dancers swirled around the audience members, the two previous performers slipped away, exiting the stage and vanishing through a door.

The girls and women, Angela and her guests, were encouraged to join in on the dancing and tried their best, though none of them could move like the talented entertainers. But they all had fun, shaking and shimmying until the music swelled to a peak and then ended. Everyone clapped, laughing and hugging.

As the performers departed, the serving girls returned, bringing cool drinks and platters of fresh fruit. Angela and the others took their seats, fanning themselves with their hands, still giggling, exhilarated from the dancing. They spent about fifteen minutes chatting, comparing reactions to what they’d seen, refreshing themselves with the fruit and drinks.

When the lights gradually began to dim again and soft music was heard, everyone quieted, waiting to see what would happen next. Several of the servers came out to help rearrange the chairs for the audience into a semicircle while two others brought a long padded bench and placed it in the middle of the tight half-circle. By the time it was all arranged and everyone was seated once more, the room was nearly dark. There was almost total silence, except for gentle music over the sound system.

Soon three dancers emerged, moving slowly, writhing seductively. They were completely nude. The first was an adult, perhaps in her mid to late 30s, but in great shape, with elegant long legs, a trim waist, and full breasts. Her dark pubic hair was closely trimmed. The second was a young teenager, only 13 or so, her breasts still developing and her pubic hair not trimmed, because she still didn’t have much. In face and form, she bore a strong resemblance to the older dancer.

But it was the third performer who took their breath away. She was a child, maybe 9 or 10, with tiny breast buds and no pubic hair at all. Her little pussy was completely smooth and bare. Like the other two, she had dark hair and dark eyes, and she also looked very much like them. Were they actually related, many in the audience began to ask themselves, could this be a mother and her daughters?

The three moved in time with the slow tempo of the music, not really dancing, but gliding gracefully, sensuously. After one long, unhurried pass along the crescent of chairs, openly displaying themselves to the rapt attention of the women and girls, the performers stood in front of the bench, but did not take a seat. Instead they faced each other, the woman turning first to the older girl, the teenager. She tenderly kissed the girl, holding her face in her hands, and then did the same with the child.

She repeated the kisses, turning first to one and then the other, and as the woman brought her lips to the girls’ lips again and again, their kisses became increasingly passionate, longer and wetter and deeper. By the time they were finished, all three were breathing heavily, obviously quite aroused, as was the audience.

Now, as they watched, the woman kissed the older girl one more time, a soft kiss with no tongue, and then gently pushed the teenager’s head down, guiding it to her breast. The girl took an erect nipple into her mouth, and began sucking.

Sitting very near the three, so close she easily could have touched them, Bridget studied the woman and the two girls. It was undeniable. They looked so much alike that they had to be related, almost certainly a mother and her daughters, a trio of beautiful sexy erotic entertainers in one family, performing together!

As the young teenager licked and sucked the woman’s breast, the other girl, the child, stepped close. She shared a tender kiss with the woman, and then she too was guided to a breast, the other breast, and began sucking on the hard nipple. Closing her eyes, the woman moaned. A hand slid down between her legs. She caressed her pussy.

Fuck, Bridget thought, I can’t stand this, I have to rub myself again. But Debby was on her lap, so she really couldn’t.

Then she heard a voice. “Would you like me to take her?” It was Angela, sitting next to them. But how did she know what I was thinking, Bridget wondered, how could she possibly have known??

Right now it didn’t matter. Bridget smiled, “Yes, thank you,” and shifted Debby from her lap to Angela’s. Opening her slacks, she pushed a hand inside her panties. Her pussy was soaking wet, so wet that it must have leaked not only through her underwear but through her slacks too. Again, though, it didn’t matter. All she wanted was to touch herself. She slid a finger into her cunt, groaning in pleasure.

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“Where do I sleep tonight, Mommy?” asked Jordan as they headed up the stairs to the bedrooms in the condo.

“She’s with me,” Stephanie said, “in, uh, in the big room, the master bedroom.”

“Okay,” the little girl smiled, laying her head on her mother’s shoulder. Stacie was carrying her.

Stephanie wondered if perhaps she had answered too quickly, appearing overly eager. She had to admit, however, if she was honest with herself, that she really was excited about spending the night alone with the 7-year-old, especially after what she’d witnessed outside before dinner.

She had discovered her daughters, Holly and Hailey, amorously kissing each other on the beach, with Jordan standing beside them, watching closely. Stephanie wondered how much the child knew about kissing, and then wondered if perhaps she should give her a demonstration, the way she’d done in bed the night before with Hailey. That was such a forbidden thought, something only a lesbian pedophile would consider doing, but it made Stephanie even more excited.

But then she wondered, before doing something like that, before giving kissing lessons to a little girl, shouldn’t I get permission first from Jordan’s mother? How would I phrase that, though, what could I possibly say that wouldn’t make me sound like a pervert, or worse, a child molester? No, Stephanie told herself, it’s better not to do anything at all. I’m just getting carried away. It’s silly to think that a girl as young as Jordan would have any interest in sexual matters. That’s ridiculous. We’ll just cuddle for a bit, perhaps, and then go to sleep.

Stacie missed her little girl. She missed sleeping with her every night, the way they did at home. She missed having sex with Jordan several times a day, which was their usual pattern. Since they’d started on their vacation, she’d only been with her a couple of times, and while that was enjoyable, it certainly wasn’t enough.

Oh well, at least tonight she’d share a bed with her mother, and she was almost certain they would have some naughty fun together, even if Veronica and Hailey were in the same room. Stacie gave Jordan a big hug and a long, warm kiss on the lips, then set her down in the master bedroom. She gave Stephanie a hug and a kiss as well, then said goodnight and went back to the third bedroom.

As Stacie came in the door, she heard her mom finishing a sentence to Veronica, saying, “…naked again tonight, right?”

“Well, um,” Veronica began. Then she turned to the little girl, Hailey.

“Is that okay with you, honey? Last night, we, uh, we all, just for fun, we slept naked. Is it all right with you if we do that again?”

“Naked? Okay, I guess,” Hailey shrugged. She was mostly interested in kissing, if her Mom was willing to do that, and it wouldn’t really matter if they were naked or not. At only 8 years old, she didn’t always equate nudity with sexuality.

“Good,” Carol smiled as she unhooked her bra. She’d already removed her shorts and her top. Now all she wore was her panties, which she quickly tugged down over her hips and stepped out of.

“I love being naked, don’t you?” Carol winked at Hailey.

The child stared at the older woman. She’d seen her mother naked plenty of times — both of her moms, in fact. Nudity was not a big deal around their house. But this was the first time she’d seen her aunt completely unclothed. When they’d been outside sunbathing topless the afternoon before, she hadn’t paid her that much attention. It had seemed different somehow.

Now, though, the way her aunt was looking at her and the way she was standing there, kind of holding her legs apart and pushing out her middle, it gave Hailey a funny feeling inside. Not a bad feeling, though, she liked it. It was almost how she felt the night before when she was kissing her Mommy, so happy and special and excited all at once.

She looked up at Carol’s breasts. They were big, maybe not as big as her Mommy’s, but nice. And her nipples were really long, sticking way out, almost like they were calling her. In a strange way it made her hungry, as if she wanted something in her mouth. Hailey licked her lips and swallowed.

“So, little one,” Veronica said softly, “are you gonna get ready for bed, or just stand there?”

Hailey blushed, tearing her eyes away from her aunt and turning to her Mom, who also now was naked, as was Stacie.

“Okay, sorry,” the child mumbled, and began stripping out of her clothes.

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Looking up and down the row of spectators, Angela could see that Bridget was not the only one masturbating.

Sheila, not surprisingly, had her legs spread, her dress hiked up, and a hand in her panties, working busily. Tina was not playing with herself, at least not visibly, but Eve was. Although she hadn’t removed any clothing, her legs were apart and she was openly rubbing herself through her tight jeans.

Gwen and Erin, the teenagers, were not obviously masturbating but both were squirming in their chairs, and Angela suspected they were squeezing their thighs together, stimulating their clits. The younger ones, Fiona, Paige, Amanda, and her own daughter, Bambi, all were on the edge of their seats, leaning in close to see what was happening. Their eyes were wide and they appeared to be enjoying the show immensely.

Debby, on Angela’s lap, seemed to have her attention divided. She was looking at the naked girls who were sucking the woman’s breasts, but she also was looking to the side, at her mother, watching Bridget masturbate.

Angela whispered in Debby’s ear, “Are you having a good time, honey?”

“Yeah, uh-huh, it’s fun,” the 9-year-old nodded eagerly.

“Good, I’m glad.”

Angela placed her hands on the child’s legs, gently spreading her thighs apart. She drew her fingers upward, pulling up the little dress Debby was wearing, exposing her yellow undies.

Before going any further, Angela looked at Bridget. She caught her eye. “Is this okay?” Angela asked in a quiet voice.

“Sure, yeah, if, um, if she wants it,” Bridget replied, licking her lips. Her face was flushed and shiny with sweat. She was breathing hard. It looked as if she was already getting close to an orgasm.

“Debby, sweetheart, I want to touch you now,” Angela whispered, “I want to touch you between your legs, but only if you want me to, okay?”

“Okay.”

“Are you sure? You don’t mind if I touch you there?”

“No, I don’t mind. I want you to.” And as if to emphasize the point, the little girl spread her legs even wider apart.

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Kelly didn’t know if she should, but she couldn’t resist.

“Hey, you know what?” she said to Holly as she shut the door. It was just the two of them now, alone in the condo’s second bedroom.

“What?”

“Um, last night, and, like, the other night too, at the motel, we all decided we’d sleep naked, just for fun. Do you wanna do that?”

“Yeah, okay, I guess,” Holly grinned, “and can we do something else too?”

“What?”

“Well, um, last night Mommy showed Hailey how to kiss. You know, how to kiss like she kisses Mom and stuff. Do you know how to do that? Could you show me?”

Kelly was astounded. Mommy showed Hailey how to kiss? Really?? Then she remembered the way little Jordan had kissed her during their night in bed at the motel room. She shook her head in amazement. What an awesome vacation this was turning out to be!

“You don’t want to?” Holly frowned, seeing her sister shake her head.

“No, um, I mean, yeah, I do. I want to. Sorry, I was thinking of something else. Let’s brush our teeth, and then get in bed, okay?”

“Okay!”

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Angela’s hand moved between Debby’s legs. Over the top of her little cotton panties, she stroked the girl’s mound, feeling her smooth puffy labia beneath the thin fabric. With her other hand she rubbed her narrow chest, finding her nipples, fondling them through her dress. She leaned down and kissed the child’s neck, then licked her earlobe. Debby squirmed and giggled.

In front of them, the older performer gracefully eased herself down onto the padded bench. The girls sat too, one on either side of her. They each lifted one of the woman’s legs over theirs, spreading her thighs wide apart. They then resumed sucking her nipples, but now their hands also went down between her legs — their mother’s legs? — to touch and caress her sex. The woman closed her eyes and leaned her head back, audibly moaning.

Gwen was stunned. Even though she’d made love with her mom and her sister the night before — and again that very morning, in fact — and even though she had seen Sheila masturbate to orgasm on the beach, that still hadn’t prepared her for something like this!

Three nude dancers who looked like they might be a mom and her two young daughters were actually having sex with each other right in front of them, while people in the audience, including her own mother, masturbated openly with everyone watching, even little girls like 9-year-old Debby. And — oh my god, look at that, Angela was touching Debby’s pussy!!

It was all so unbelievable. Was this going to turn into some kind of lesbian orgy with underage girls?? That nasty idea made Gwen very excited. She couldn’t resist any longer. She opened her legs and put a hand under her denim miniskirt, rubbing herself through her panties.

And then, as the audience stared, the teenager and the younger girl each slowly inserted a finger into the woman’s vagina. They began fucking her, both at the same time.

“Oh! God!! YES!!!” Sheila was climaxing. Everyone except the performers turned to see.

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Stephanie and Jordan brushed their teeth in the master bathroom and began to prepare for bed. But after she’d pulled off her panties, leaving herself naked, Jordan said, “I don’t have to put on jammies, do I?”

“You — what do you mean?”

“Me and Mommy and Nanna, and, um, Kelly too, we don’t wear jammies when we go to bed. We’re just naked.”

“You are?”

“Uh-huh, it’s nice,” the child nodded. “Can you do that too, with me?”

“Well… I don’t know, that seems like… but, uh, you said you… that you and your Mommy, and Nanna…” For some reason Stephanie couldn’t finish a sentence.

“We always sleep that way. We like it.”

The blonde took a deep breath. “Okay, well, I guess. If you always do, then I suppose we will too.”

“Yay!” Jordan clapped. “I wanna sleep naked with you. I like being naked.”

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Debby sat up in Angela’s lap and turned toward her Aunt Sheila, who was crying out in climax. Everyone else was looking at Sheila as well — everyone, that is, except the three erotic performers, who simply carried on with what they were doing. To them, perhaps, a sexual response from the audience was expected and even orgasms were unsurprising.

Sheila’s panties were at her ankles now. Her legs were spread open, her dress hiked up around her waist. She continued vigorously fucking herself, even as she came. Her face was red, her eyes shut tight, and she was groaning loudly.

Then it was Bridget’s turn. “Oh… my… god!” She fell forward at the waist, her legs clamping together around her hand which was shoved down inside her slacks, her body shuddering again and again in orgasmic passion.

Angela squeezed her thighs together, clenching her muscles and stimulating her clit. With Debby on her lap, she couldn’t really masturbate, but that was fine. She was having a very good time fondling the 9-year-old. Eve was still rubbing herself through her jeans, Angela saw, and Gwen now had a hand inside her panties. Tina too had given in to the excitement and was massaging her pussy through the outside of her panties, her skirt pulled up around her waist.

Meanwhile, in front of the small audience, the two young girls seated on the bench were moving their fingers faster inside the naked woman, fucking her while still licking and sucking her breasts. The woman was breathing hard, her body glistening with sweat. It looked like she was almost ready to come.

As she leaned back against Angela, returning her attention to the entertainers, Debby asked in a quiet voice, “This is sex, right? What they’re doing, and, um, my mom and my Aunt Sheila, what they just did. Is that sex too?”

Angela hugged the child, kissing her neck and murmuring, “Yes, darling, that’s what it is. This is all sex… beautiful, warm, exciting feminine sex… do you like it?”

“Yeah, but, um, I wish I could have, you know, that thing, an organ-ism.”

“An organ… oh, do you mean an orgasm?”

“Yeah.”

“You haven’t had one yet?”

“Uh-uh. My mom says maybe I’m not old enough or something.”

Angela nuzzled Debby’s neck, pulled up her cute dress again, and put her hand back between the little girl’s legs, pressing her fingers in more deeply this time, feeling moist warmth in the center of her cotton undies.

“Well, I suppose it’s possible that you’re not old enough,” she whispered in Debby’s ear, “but it might be that it will happen soon. We’ll see.”

And as Angela stroked and caressed the child’s sex through her thin panties, they heard the woman in front of them suddenly gasp, and then say something in a foreign language. The music stopped.

All eyes were now on the action in the middle of the semicircle. The woman gasped again, her body straining. She was right on the edge — the girls fucked her faster, harder, the only sound in the room the wet slapping of their fingers in her cunt — and then she climaxed.

Continue on to Chapter 33

By Naughty Mommy

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As Stacie was setting the table for dinner in the condo, she saw her mother, Carol, coming down the stairs. She was sucking her fingers and her face was flushed. Stacie had a pretty good idea what that meant — her mom had just finished masturbating. Apparently she’d decided not to wash her hands afterward but just lick them clean. Stacie caught her mother’s eye and smiled. Carol returned the smile with a wink.

Stephanie came out of the kitchen, drying her hands on her jeans. She’d washed some of the things she’d used in preparing their meal, so they’d have less to clean up later.

“Stacie, honey, I’m going to call the girls in for dinner,” Stephanie said. “Can you keep an eye on the spaghetti, make sure the water doesn’t boil over?”

“Sure, of course.”

Stepping outside the front door, Stephanie spotted the kids down by the water. But what she saw them doing shocked her. Holly and Hailey, her 8-year-old twins, were kissing each other! And it wasn’t just an innocent playful kiss either — they were pressing their young bodies together, groping, almost humping each other as they kissed.

Stephanie didn’t know what to do. Should she call out to the girls and probably embarrass them? Or should she go back inside, wait a few minutes longer, and then check on them again? Unable to decide, she stood watching. The kiss went on. From a distance, she couldn’t tell if they were using their tongues, but it seemed almost certain. She remembered the way she had kissed Hailey in bed the night before, and felt a tingle in her crotch.

As she watched her daughters kissing, still unable to make up her mind whether to go back in or call them for dinner, the decision was made for her. Jordan turned and looked toward the condo, seeing Stephanie. She evidently said something to the twins, because they broke their kiss, stepped apart, and looked up at their mom.

“Hey girls!” Stephanie called, her voice quavering a bit. “Time to eat!”

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There was no sign outside the door of the dinner club. It was a clean, windowless exterior in a block of small office buildings and residential duplexes. Unless you knew in advance what it was, you would have no idea what went on inside.

Angela pressed a button, gave her name when the intercom was answered, and the door buzzed open. She and her group entered. The foyer was paneled in black enamel and dimly lit, quite a contrast from outside where it was still sunny and bright at just past 7:00. It took a moment for their eyes to adjust.

Once they were all inside and the door was closed, a beautiful olive-skinned young woman came to greet them, introducing herself as Nazli. She was in her early 20s with dark hair and dark eyes, heavily made up. She wore a sheer blue veil sprinkled with beads that covered her nose and mouth but not her eyes. The sheer fabric of the veil was repeated in her top, which was really nothing more than a brassiere, almost fully transparent, revealing large round breasts with dark nipples. Below her narrow waist she wore sheer bloomer pants and jeweled sandals with low heels. They could also see a tiny g-string that just barely concealed her vulva.

The woman guided them into another room, like a parlor. It contained several padded armchairs and two long settees. The walls were papered in a dark pattern, exotic and sensuous. Red-shaded lamps gave a sultry glow. Nazli asked them to be seated. She explained to them that the dinner club, which was called The Harem, was private and exclusive, open only to people who knew the right people. Nazli requested that they not tell of their experience to anyone, at least not in terms that would reveal the location of the club. Only Angela, as a member, had the privilege to invite others to attend with her.

When that was done, Nazli led them to yet another room, the place where they would dine. It was brighter, done in pinks and yellows. Two tables with six chairs each were covered in white linen and set with gleaming silver utensils. Again she bade them to be seated.

They arranged themselves with Eve and her daughters at one of the tables along with Sheila and her two girls. Erin made sure to sit next to Gwen, and Paige sat beside Fiona. At the other table were Bridget, Tina, and Angela, each with their own daughters. Bambi and Amanda sat beside each other, of course.

Two other beautiful dark-haired girls came out, one of them bringing two pots of hot tea and the other bearing trays of olives, crackers, and yogurt dip. The girls also wore harem attire, every bit as revealing as Nazli’s, although they were younger than her, just teenagers, and their breasts were smaller.

As the tea was poured, Angela explained that for religious reasons the club did not serve alcoholic beverages. But she assured them that later, when they returned to the suite at the hotel, they could have plenty to drink if they wanted it. That got a few chuckles.

The dinner was quite an adventure, with several courses of interesting foods, exotically spiced but deliciously prepared. Even Amanda, who sometimes could be a fussy eater, seemed to like everything. And as much as they enjoyed their meal, they also enjoyed the service. No fewer than six different young girls catered to them, all with dark hair and smoky eyes, their lovely faces partially veiled but their nubile bodies temptingly displayed.

After the last course was finished and the dishes were removed, the lights were dimmed in the room. Angela smiled at the group. “Now we get the entertainment.”

She turned her chair to face toward an area near the tables with a raised platform, like a stage, framed by large potted palms. Spotlights came on, illuminating that portion of the room, even as the lights dimmed further where they were seated. The others also turned their chairs to face the stage. Music began, a strange, sinuous sound, somewhat odd to Western ears, but pleasing and romantic, even erotic.

“What do you think it’s gonna be?” Erin asked Gwen.

“I don’t know.”

That question was answered a moment later.

A woman came slinking out, moving like water in time with the music, limbs undulating, torso swaying. She was covered in veils, layer upon layer, all sheer and all different colors. It was impossible to tell what she wore beneath the diaphanous material, if anything at all. Her age was also indeterminate, although she appeared somewhat older than Nazli, perhaps in her 30s. But her body was full and voluptuous, that much they could tell, with large breasts and wide hips.

She danced beautifully, gliding and shimmying onto the stage, turning slowly in circles, then moved down to the tables, flowing around them, her darkly outlined eyes inviting contact. As she passed by Angela, the woman leaned down, bringing their faces close. She lifted the veil over her mouth and they kissed. It was a long, sensual kiss, though there was no touching except their lips. As they parted and the woman danced away, Angela leered at the group, rolling her eyes as if mesmerized. The others could see red lipstick smeared around her mouth. There were a few nervous laughs.

Then the dance took on a different tone. The music became faster, more urgent. The woman twirled and shook her body. Veils began flying off, floating in the air, some settling onto the diners, others to the floor. One after one they flew away from her until nothing was left. Nothing at all.

She was nude. The dancer’s full, ripe body glowed, burnished skin covered in a sheen of sweat. She stood on the stage, facing them, panting, one foot slightly in front of the other, hands at her sides, arms gracefully poised. The woman had no hair anywhere but her head. Her vulva was perfectly smooth, as were her legs and arms.

“Wow,” sighed Paige. “She’s beautiful.”

“Yeah,” agreed Fiona, seated next to her.

Two of the young serving girls came out, carrying an armless padded chair. They set it down behind the dancer, who gently descended onto it. Accompanied by a subdued drumbeat over the sound system, she proceeded to do a series of acrobatic moves, swinging her muscular body around in the chair, sometimes pointing both legs far to one side or straight up in the air, often spreading them wide apart, bringing audible gasps from her audience.

This display went on for several minutes, her poses becoming more and more extreme, ever more unlikely. She was an expert contortionist, twisting and bending her back and her limbs in ways that brought more gasps. As the drumbeats grew faster and louder and then came to a climax, suddenly ending, the woman finished with her heels behind her head, her fingers pulling apart her labia, her dark wet vagina gaping open.

They sat stunned. There was silence in the room, only the sound of the dancer’s heavy breathing could be heard. Finally Angela began to clap and the others quickly joined her. To loud applause, the dancer uncoiled herself, stood and bowed, smiling, then glided away.

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After finishing their spaghetti dinner and then cleaning up the dishes, they all decided to take a sunset walk along the beach. Four women and four girls strolled out of the condo and down to the edge of the surf.

Stephanie held Veronica’s arm. Carol and Stacie walked hand in hand. Kelly stayed with the moms for a little while, watching Jordan and Hailey and Holly scamper ahead of them. But then she couldn’t resist any longer and ran off to join the kids.

They walked for a half hour or so, the girls finding a few pretty shells, teasing some sand crabs with sticks, picking up long strands of kelp and swinging them around, just generally having a good time. The sun dipped low, and then finally disappeared into the ocean. A chill in the air told them it was time to go in.

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Gwen was dumbfounded. Although she clapped along with the others as the dancer left the stage, she could only mumble “yeah” in agreement when Erin leaned over and said, “That was awesome, wasn’t it?”

What shocked her so much was not the dance itself, but that it was performed in front of children — girls only 12, like Fiona, or 11, like Gwen’s sister Paige, or even just 9, like Debby. A naked woman held her vagina open right in front of a 9-year-old!

Gwen didn’t know whether to be horrified or aroused, or maybe both. No one else seemed to be especially bothered by what was happening, though. Most of them, even the younger girls, were smiling and laughing. Her mother, Eve, whom Gwen knew to usually be rather prim and proper, was grinning broadly, clearly delighted by the spectacle.

She didn’t have long to contemplate what it meant, however, because a moment later two more dancers emerged, accompanied by recorded music with a low booming beat and an erotic, hypnotic melody. The lights dimmed even further in the room.

These women were younger than the previous dancer, perhaps in their early 20s, and looked very much alike, as if they might be sisters. They were dressed identically, in sheer white brassieres and long sheer white skirts, trimmed with gold fringe. Their feet were bare. Veils partially concealed their pretty faces.

Taking the stage, they danced around each other, spinning gracefully, arching their lithe bodies, extending their arms, their shapely legs sometimes appearing through full-length slits in the skirts. The audience was enthralled with their beauty and their talent.

A few minutes after beginning, the two came together, hands stroking each other’s arms, shoulders, torsos. And then, suddenly, almost magically, their brassieres were removed in unison and dropped to the floor, leaving them topless. Seconds later, the skirts disappeared as well. Now they were clad only in tiny white g-strings, plus the veils on their faces.

The dancers then glided off the stage and down to the tables, approaching each of the moms and each of the daughters one by one, shimmying in front of them, shaking their breasts, undulating their hips. They touched the faces of the audience members, caressing their cheeks, slender fingers tracing their lips.

Most did not respond except to gaze in awe, but when it was Sheila’s turn, she eagerly took a finger of the young woman into her mouth, briefly sucking on it. The dancer giggled at this, and after removing her finger, she brought it to one of her breasts, rubbing the wet fingertip over the end of an erect nipple. Everyone sighed as they watched the erotic display.

When each of the women and girls had been visited and caressed, the dancers returned to the stage, where they proceeded, still in graceful motion, to slowly remove each other’s g-strings, and last, their veils. They were nude. The music softened and slowed. The spotlights changed color, to a deep blue. The room became hushed.

Angela stood. In a quiet voice, she said to the others, “Let’s move in closer.”

They followed her lead, getting up from their chairs and forming an arc around the small stage, standing only a foot or two away from the dancers. The beautiful young women smiled at them, then turned in a gentle pirouette, exhibiting their slim sexy bodies. Their skin was much paler than the previous dancer’s, almost white, and while these women did show some very dark pubic hair, it was closely trimmed, leaving their labia smooth.

With the pirouette completed, the dancers embraced, slender arms encircling their forms, hands fluidly caressing soft skin. Their mouths came together and they kissed, tenderly at first, just painted lips on painted lips. But then, as the audience watched, the women closed their eyes and kissed more deeply, lips parting, tongues entwining, naked bodies pressing together.

Standing with her daughter Debby in front of her, arms around the girl, Bridget wondered, could these two really be sisters? They looked so much alike, it seemed that they had to be. Although, she thought, perhaps women of their ethnicity — were they Turkish, Arabian, Egyptian? Bridget had no idea — but possibly they all shared similar characteristics and looked alike. In any case, sisters or not, what they were doing certainly was hot. It made her want to touch herself.

She glanced to the side at her own sister, Sheila, who, she discovered, was touching herself. The skirt of her sundress was up around her waist, held there by one hand while the other was shoved inside her panties, moving fast. Flanking Sheila were her daughters, Erin and Fiona. Bridget saw them looking from time to time at their mother, watching her masturbate.

None of the others, as far as Bridget could tell, were playing with themselves, not yet at least. But there was a heady aura of feminine sexuality among the group gathered at the stage. She thought she could even detect the scent of pussy. And then she realized why.

Not only were the two dancers — the sisters? — hugging and kissing, but they now each had a hand down between the other’s legs, rubbing pussies, fingers sliding inside and finding slippery wetness. As close as the audience was to them, it was easy for the moms and daughters to see that the young women really were reaching inside each other’s vaginas as they kissed. Their fingers gleamed with moisture, their mingled sexual aroma strong and compelling.

Bridget took her arms from Debby for a moment, just long enough to unbutton her slacks, unzip them, and slip a hand inside her own panties. Putting the other arm around her 9-year-old daughter again, hugging her and kissing the top of her head, Bridget masturbated as she watched the dancers fuck each other’s cunts.

And then it was almost time for the climax. The music stopped. The only sounds were gentle moans from the women on the stage and heavy breathing from the audience. But the fingers inside pussies were moving faster now, fucking more urgently. They’d finished kissing, the dancers staring into each other’s eyes, as if trying to sense how close to orgasm they both were, aiming to come simultaneously. A hush of anticipation descended on the group.

It took about 30 seconds longer, and by that time, every pussy in the room was wet, even Debby’s. No one else began to masturbate, not directly, but there were plenty of thighs squeezed together, muscles clenched, clits stimulated. Nipples were stiff and erect, mouths open, wanting, tongues licking lips. It was an audience in heat, hungry for sex.

The dancers seemed to hesitate for a moment, and there was utter stillness — until in a sudden burst of final frenzied fucking they exploded together into orgasm. Sheila came at the same time, loudly. Bridget did not reach climax, but that didn’t bother her at all. It was enough just to be there, stroking her clit, feeling her warm wetness, enjoying the atmosphere of steamy lesbian sex along with her little girl and the other moms and daughters.

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Returning from their sunset walk along the shore, Stephanie poured diet soft drinks for the kids and snifters of brandy for the adults, and then the women and girls settled in to watch a DVD. They cuddled together under blankets on the sofa, in the loveseat, and on the floor, feeling warm and happy and close.

The movie they chose was Disney’s Beauty and the Beast, always a big hit. They sang along and laughed and cheered and even cried some. At the end, they snuggled a few minutes longer, and then it was time for bed.

Continue on to Chapter 32

By Naughty Mommy

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

After their initial hot round of masturbation, the women settled down for a while, their conversation turning toward more conventional subjects, like their jobs, their houses, their love lives, how their kids were doing in school, and so on. Angela kept their drinks fresh, and from time to time they each got up for a few bites of the snack foods along with an occasional dip of a finger into a pussy for that special spiciness.

Soon the little girls were back with them too, hungry and thirsty and full of energy, talking nonstop. Bambi wanted to know where Paige was, wondering how soon she’d be back from the zoo so they could make something else in the sand. Debby came and sat on Bridget’s lap for a minute, getting a big hug, but then she was running off with the other girls to search for shells, their new quest.

The afternoon passed quite enjoyably, with plenty to eat and drink and lots of ‘scenery’ to appreciate, not only the ocean waves but especially all the pretty girls prancing around in their tiny bikinis. The kids visited them occasionally for a soda or for some of the fresh-baked cookies that the hotel staff delivered.

A couple of times Bridget and Tina went down to the water for a few minutes of swimming to refresh themselves and to cool off. Angela and Sheila stayed behind, the women quickly forming a bond, both being completely dedicated to sexual gratification in all its forms. Sheila’s teenage daughter Erin sat with them too, staying in the shade to protect her skin, mostly listening to their conversation but also answering Angela’s questions when the sexy blonde asked her how she and her mom started having sex together. Erin liked talking about that.

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When they arrived back at their car in the parking lot of the San Diego Zoo, Eve and her daughters Gwen and Paige first opened the doors and stood outside for a minute, letting the heat out. Eve took her cell phone from her purse and punched in Angela’s number. She told the other woman they were just starting back and asked about plans for dinner.

“Well,” said Angela, “I was thinking I’d like to get everyone together again, up in our suite. Would you and your daughters care to join us?”

“Yes, that certainly would be nice, thank you — except I hate to have you paying for everything all the time. Maybe we should go out tonight somewhere, to a restaurant, and this time it’ll be my treat, all right?”

“That’s very sweet of you, darling, but… you know, I just remembered… I wonder if… Eve, could I call you back in a minute or two? I want to check on something.”

“Yes, of course.”

“All right, I’ll call you right back. Bye, love.”

Eve and the girls got in the car and turned on the air conditioner. Five minutes later, as they were merging onto the crowded freeway, the cell phone rang. Because Eve was busy at the wheel, Gwen answered it.

“Hello?”

“Hello, Eve?”

“No, this is Gwen. Hi, Angela. My mom’s driving.”

“Oh, all right, that’s good. How are you, dear?”

“I’m fine. How are you?”

“Very well, thank you. But listen, tell your mother I’ve made some special arrangements for tonight. She said she wanted to go out and so that’s what we’ll do. Sheila, Bridget, and the girls, along with Tina and Amanda, of course, are all going to join us as well. It’s quite a unique place, a private dinner club. I’m sure you’ll enjoy it very much.”

“Okay, um, that sounds good.”

“All right, I’m glad we’ve got that sorted out. So, did you have a fun time at the zoo? Did you feel up your sister?”

“No,” Gwen laughed again, blushing. “But, um, I did meet another girl. She’s, like, staying in a condo near the hotel. And I think I’m gonna see her again.”

“Ooh, very nice. Is she sexy?” Angela asked.

“Yeah, um, she’s cute. She’s short and she has really pretty green eyes and, like, a nice mouth and everything.”

“Ah, I see. So you’re a young lesbian on the prowl?”

“Yeah, I guess I am.” More giggling from the teenager.

“All right, honey, I’ll let you go. We’ll see you when you get here.”

“Okay. Bye, Angela.”

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In the van on their way back from the zoo, Kelly couldn’t stop thinking about Gwen — and about her room number too, of course — 816, 816, 816, don’t forget! She wondered how soon she should call her. Wait until tomorrow morning? Or maybe call her tonight, after dinner? Right before bed? How about the second they got back?!! Ha-ha, not really, but she was tempted.

Stephanie, sitting in the front passenger seat next to Veronica, who was driving, turned around toward Kelly. “Hey, you know, I just remembered. I was supposed to go with you this morning over to the hotel to ask about snorkeling, and I forgot. I’m sorry, honey. We’ll do that as soon as we get back, all right?”

“Sure, Mommy, that’s fine. No problem.” Kelly smiled inside as she thought to herself, you can ask about snorkeling and I’ll go straight up to Room 816 and see Gwen! She knew she wouldn’t, of course, but it was fun to think about.

“You know, that reminds me,” Carol announced. “Another thing we have to do when we get back is draw cards again to see who gets to sleep with who tonight.”

There was silence in the van as everyone considered the possibilities. Nobody had said much yet about the night before, but no one had complained either, so it seemed as if they all were ready to play Musical Beds once again.

Finally, Stephanie said, “Okay, so how about you guys drop me and Kelly off in front of the hotel first, and she and I’ll go inside and see what we can find out about snorkeling. Meanwhile you get the van parked, and when Kelly and I get back to the condo we’ll draw cards for tonight. That is, unless someone doesn’t want to.”

She turned and looked back at the twins. “Holly and Hailey, did you like doing that last night? Do you want to play Musical Beds again tonight?”

“I liked it,” Hailey said.

“Me too,” agreed Holly.

“How about you, Jordan?” Stephanie asked. “Do you want to do that again tonight?”

“Hm? Do what?”

“She means do you want to play that game where we all sleep in different beds every night,” Stacie told her daughter.

“Oh, okay,” nodded Jordan. “I like that. But can I sleep with Kelly tonight?”

“Well, that depends,” Stacie chuckled. “We’ll just have to see how it turns out.”

“All right,” Jordan shrugged. The 7-year-old still didn’t quite understand the game, but she knew her mom and the others would always do what was best for her, so she was happy.

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Eve smiled when Gwen relayed what Angela had said to her.

“A private dinner club… that’s what she called it?”

“Uh-huh,” Gwen nodded.

“Hm, I wonder what she’s planning now? Well, I guess we’ll find out.”

They were quiet for a few minutes, and then Eve asked, “You said something to Angela about that girl, the one you met at the zoo…?”

“Yeah, um, Kelly is her name.”

“Right, Kelly. She’s very cute. And her mother seems nice too — her two mothers, I should say. Do you know anyone else who has two moms, like at school?”

“No, I don’t think so,” answered Gwen.

“Yeah, I suppose it’s not that likely… San Francisco certainly is a lot more liberal than Phoenix, to say the least.”

As they drove, Eve pondered things. Kelly had two moms, lesbians obviously, and they had those cute little girls as well, the identical twin blondes. I wonder, she thought, is there any chance that if we got to know them better, that we might somehow be able to influence them? Show them how wonderful it is when mothers and daughters are sexual together? Should I try to be like Angela and sort of seduce Veronica and Stephanie, along with their girls, into the joys of lesbian incest?

“Are you, uh,” Eve began, “did you say you’re maybe going to see her again? Kelly?”

“Yeah, maybe,” Gwen nodded. “I think so. If she calls, anyway.”

“Hmm, good. I think you should do that, I really do. I like that girl, and her moms too. We should get better acquainted with them.”

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As they sat in their comfortable lounge chairs sipping their drinks, watching the sexy girls in bikinis on the beach, Bridget found herself really connecting with Tina. They were almost the same age and seemed to be on a similar wavelength.

They talked for a while about the challenges of being a single mom, about the difficulty in raising a child while working full-time. They talked a little about dating, with Bridget sharing some of her unhappy experiences with the lesbian dating scene, and Tina confessing that she never went out with anyone, period, male or female.

“So, if you never go out at all, how do you do satisfy your needs?” asked Bridget, leering at the pretty brunette.

“Well,” Tina blushed, “you know, I, I play with myself, a lot. I watch porn or read it, lesbian porn, and masturbate. Except, um, recently, we, uh, my daughter and I, me and Amanda, we……”

“Uh-huh, go ahead.”

Although she usually drank very little, Tina was already working on her second glass of wine. After taking another big gulp, she licked her lips, and said, “Okay, well, um, see, about a month ago, one night at dinner we were talking, Amanda and I, about school and stuff, but then she asked me about masturbation, you know, if I did it. I told her I did, and then she asked me if i would show her how.”

“And did you?”

“Yep, I did. I sure did.”

“Wow, that’s pretty hot,” Bridget smiled. She noticed then that both her sister Sheila and Sheila’s daughter Erin had turned toward them and were paying close attention.

Tina explained how it all began with that comparatively innocent parent-child conversation about masturbation, which then led to a personal demonstration, and which next led to hands-on instruction. Their activities continued to progress until now they were fully engaged with each other, exploring all the wonderfully pleasurable possibilities of mother-daughter sex.

Angela had already heard this from Tina the afternoon before, but it was new information for Bridget, as well as for Sheila and Erin. They listened raptly as Tina described the sexy things she did with her little girl, 10-year-old Amanda. Soon Sheila was masturbating again.

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A half hour later, Eve and Gwen and Paige walked out of the hotel lobby, after briefly returning to their rooms and freshening up, to find Angela and the others at their reserved space. The little girls were there now, arms filled with mostly broken seashells which they were showing their moms, but as soon as Bambi saw Paige, she started jumping up and down.

“You’re back! Was it fun at the zoo? Can we make something new in the sand?”

Angela greeted them, giving Eve a kiss on the lips, and then smiled at Bambi as she checked her watch. “Okay, let’s see, it’s 5:15, and we’ll need to leave for dinner a little before 7:00. You girls can play for a while longer, but by 6:00 or so we’ll want to go in and get cleaned up and change our clothes. So you have about 45 minutes, all right?”

They knew, or Paige knew anyway, that this might not give them enough time to build anything really special, but she was willing to try. She and the other younger girls quickly gathered up buckets and tools and off they went.

Bridget stood up, stretching. “This dinner club we’re going to, how fancy is it? Do we need to go home and change into something, I don’t know, more formal?”

“No, you don’t need to,” Angela replied. “The things you had on at brunch will be fine. You can go change if you want to, of course, but it’s not necessary. We’ll be in a private area, separate from the other diners. It will be just us.”

“Oh, all right.” Bridget turned to her sister. “What do you think, Shiel? Do you want to go home and put on something else?”

“Umm, no, I don’t think so. I guess we’ll be good with what we have, if Angela says so anyway.”

“Sure, you will,” Angela nodded. “Now, Eve, what would you like to drink? How about a glass of Chardonnay?”

“Yes, that sounds lovely. Thank you.”

While Angela poured the wine for Eve, Erin approached Gwen, smiling shyly. The other girl returned the smile and the two teens sat down together, chatting and renewing their friendship.

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As they entered the hotel lobby, Kelly looked all around, hoping she might just get lucky and find Gwen there. But she didn’t see her. So she went with Stephanie to the concierge desk to ask about snorkeling in the area.

It turned out there actually were several good places nearby to try. The concierge gave them some brochures and also suggested some websites they could check for more information. Kelly was excited and Stephanie was too. Both were fine swimmers and looked forward to the excursion.

Walking back to the condo, they talked about where they should go and when. They didn’t think Veronica would want to join them, because she didn’t care much for the water, and the twins were probably still too young for it as was Jordan. But Kelly privately wondered if maybe Gwen would like to do something like that. She seemed athletic, so maybe she would. And the best thing was, this gave Kelly a perfect reason to call her right away!

“Um, Mommy, do think it’s okay if I ask my friend, I mean, um, Gwen, that girl we met at the zoo, if we ask her to go snorkeling with us? If she wants to?”

Stephanie smiled and took her daughter’s arm. “Sure it is, sweetie. They might be too busy with other things, of course, but it can’t hurt to ask. I think you should. Do you have her number?

“Yeah, well, the room at the hotel. The room they’re staying in.”

“Ah, okay, that should work.”

They went in the front door of the condo. Kelly was eager to call Gwen’s room number, but first there was other business to attend to. They had to draw Uno cards again to find out who would be sleeping in which beds tonight, and who their partners would be.

So, the four women and four girls gathered around and picked cards, from the youngest to the oldest. The result was: Jordan 1, Holly 2, Hailey 3, Kelly 2, Stacie 4, Stephanie 1, Veronica 3, Carol 4. This meant that Jordan would sleep in the big bed in the master bedroom with Stephanie, while Holly and Kelly would share the bed in the second room, and Hailey and Veronica would be in one bed in the third room with Stacie and Carol in the other bed.

Stephanie went to the kitchen to start preparing their dinner — spaghetti and garlic bread along with a green salad — and Stacie joined her to help. The kitchen was small so there wasn’t a lot Stacie could do without getting in the way, but Stephanie appreciated the company. Meanwhile, the rest of the women and girls began to think about their sleeping arrangements for the night, who would be in bed with whom, and what might happen between them.

Carol immediately felt herself getting wet. How lucky it was that she’d drawn a card to match her up with Stacie, her daughter. They already were very intimate, so she knew she’d be having hot sex that night. They would have to try their best to be quiet, though, with one of the little twins, Hailey, sleeping in the other bed in the room, along with Carol’s sister Veronica.

When she’d had sex with Jordan the night before, Carol hadn’t worried too much about making noise, since it had been Kelly and Veronica in the other bed. They were both old enough that she didn’t mind exposing them to the idea of lesbian incest between two adults, but Hailey was only 8 years old. Still, it was very exciting to picture herself making love to Stacie, with the other two, Veronica and Hailey, in the bed next to them. Thinking about it made Carol want to come right away. She excused herself and went upstairs.

Veronica was thinking almost the same thing. The previous night she had listened to her sister Carol actually having sex — my god, can you believe it?! — with a 7-year-old girl, Jordan, Carol’s granddaughter. It was forbidden, it was wrong, it was outrageous — and it was incredibly arousing to her. Veronica had masturbated in bed as she looked over at them, catching glimpses in the dark of the little girl on top of her Nanna, first sucking her nipple, and then, Jesus Christ, tribbing with her!

But Veronica had not been the only one to play with herself and reach climax as she listened to them. Lying right beside her, masturbating along with her, had been her teenage daughter Kelly. It was so hot, the two of them together, holding hands, Kelly’s leg hooked over her mom’s leg, mother and daughter rubbing their pussies side by side and then climaxing at the same time.

The memory was so powerful, so exciting, it made Veronica immediately want to come. As Carol had done a minute earlier, she excused herself and went upstairs.

Hailey watched her mom get up and walk quickly up the stairs. She seemed to be in a hurry to do something. Their other mom was in the kitchen making dinner. Hailey glanced at her twin, Holly. Somehow they each instantly knew what the other was thinking. Together they went to the kitchen.

“Mommy, is it all right if we go outside and play for a while?” Hailey asked.

“Sure, it is,” Stephanie smiled. “But make sure you don’t go too far, and ask Jordan if she wants to go along too, okay?”

“Okay.”

Jordan, who had followed the twins when they got up, was happy to go with them. The three little girls trotted out to the deck and then onto the sand. They left their sandals behind and walked barefoot down toward the ocean.

Kelly had thought about going outside along with the little ones, to ‘play’ with them. She had a feeling that the games they had in mind might be kind of exciting. But she was too eager to call Gwen and ask her if she’d like to go snorkeling with them. Kelly dug her cell phone out of her bag. Except then she wondered, how do you call a room at the hotel? She had never tried doing that before. She got up and went to the kitchen.

When Veronica got to the top of the stairs, she saw that the door to the third bedroom, the one she would share that night with Hailey and Carol and Stacie, was closed. She didn’t want to interrupt if Carol was doing something private, so she went on to the second bedroom, entering and closing the door behind her. It shouldn’t take her that long. She unzipped her slacks and pushed them down to the floor, then sat on the bed and slid a hand inside her panties.

“Mommy?” asked Kelly.

“Yes, honey?”

“How do I call the hotel? I want to call Gwen.”

“Oh,” Stephanie said, “the easiest way to do that is just use the phone here in the condo. You’ll see instructions on it that tell you how to call a room in the hotel.”

“Okay.”

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In the third bedroom, Carol was lying face down on the bed, her panties around her ankles, short skirt bunched at the waist. Both hands were between her legs. Her eyes were shut tight as she pictured herself having sex with her daughter and with her granddaughter… but why stop there? She also saw herself naked in bed with her sister Veronica, and with Veronica’s partner, Stephanie, and then… yes, let’s include the younger ones too, sexy Kelly and even the little girls, Holly and Hailey… a lesbian incest orgy, that is so fucking hot… Carol’s fingers moved faster, rubbing her clit and sliding inside her wet vagina…

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Kelly found the phone and figured out how to call the hotel. She punched in the numbers for Room 816 and heard it ring. Please, please, please, she said to herself, please answer… But she got voicemail. A recorded voice told her to leave a message after the tone.

“Hi, um, Gwen? This is Kelly. From the zoo, right? Yeah, um, anyway, I wanted to ask you something, so like, could you call me back? I think, um, lemme give you my cell number, that’ll be easier. I shoulda done that earlier. Anyway, here it is.” She stated the number, twice, then said goodbye and hung up the phone.

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“You’re with Kelly tonight?” Hailey asked her twin as they walked along the edge of the surf, together with Jordan.

“Uh-huh,” Holly nodded.

“I’m with Mom. I’m gonna ask her to kiss, I think, like I did with Mommy last night.”

“Cool. Maybe I’ll see if Kelly wants to kiss too,” said Holly.

“Kelly likes kissing,” Jordan told them. “I showed her how, at the motel.”

“You did?” asked Hailey. “But, what do you mean? What kind of kissing?”

“You know, like this.”

After glancing over her shoulder to make sure no one was watching from the condo, Jordan stopped and put her hands on Hailey’s shoulders. The 7-year-old brunette leaned in and brought her lips to the 8-year-old blonde’s mouth.

As soon as Hailey felt Jordan’s tongue, she knew just what to do. She’d learned how to kiss that way from her mother, Stephanie, the night before. She wrapped her arms around Jordan and pulled her close. Their mouths opened and the girls kissed wetly, if not very expertly.

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It wasn’t often that Veronica would masturbate during the day. She usually was too busy at work, and anyway she simply preferred to spend her sexy time with her lover, Stephanie. But ever since a few days ago when she’d begun thinking about her sister Carol doing stuff she shouldn’t do with her daughter Stacie and her granddaughter Jordan, and especially now that she had evidence that they really were doing things together, Veronica was almost beside herself with lust. Breathing hard, she licked her lips and rubbed her clit faster. She was getting very close.

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“Do you like that?” Jordan smiled as she pulled away from Hailey, their lips wet. “It’s nice, right?”

“Yeah, I like it,” Hailey grinned, wiping her mouth. Then she turned to her sister. “Wanna try it with her now?”

“Okay.”

Holly looked at Jordan. The two little girls giggled, and then Jordan put her arms around Holly and brought their mouths together. Holly didn’t have any experience yet with this kind of kissing, but it seemed to come naturally to her. Although again there was nothing very expert about it, both little girls became sexually aroused as their tongues played with each other.

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Carol climaxed hard, humping her hands, as she pictured herself in the middle of the orgy, moms and daughters naked together, kissing and touching and fucking. But once wasn’t enough. She wanted to come again. Without even stopping, she pressed on from her first climax toward a second.

Veronica could hear through the thin walls cries of passion in the adjoining bedroom. It was obvious that Carol was masturbating and had reached orgasm. That made Veronica even more excited. She slid a finger inside her pussy, fucking herself as she rubbed her clit with her other hand. Almost there, almost there…

Less than a minute later, Carol was coming again, this time even harder and louder. And in the bedroom next to hers, Carol’s sister Veronica was climaxing too.

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Holly and Jordan ended their kiss and stood apart, both girls grinning and breathing hard, wiping their mouths. Then Jordan said, “You guys can do it too. Try it!”

The twins kissed in bed almost every night on their way to sleep, but those kisses were of a different kind, tender and intimate though not especially passionate. Now, however, they would try, for the first time, to kiss one another the way grownups do, like their moms did when they were having sex.

Both girls instinctively knew that this was a big step they were taking. It was much more than just a game. They looked deeply into each other’s eyes — and suddenly something changed. For the first time in their lives, Hailey and Holly saw each other not only as sisters, not just as twins or even as best friends, but as something more, as lovers. It was almost a magical change, an instant transformation, and both girls realized it at the exact same moment.

There was a dual sigh, a moan of shared desire, and then they were in each other’s arms, clutching and kissing passionately.

Continue on to Chapter 31

By Naughty Mommy

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On their way to the San Diego Zoo that morning, Carol had thought again how nice it was for them to have the big conversion van for their trip. Now they could all ride together, four women and four girls going wherever they wanted in comfort. Veronica did most of the driving, with Stephanie in the front passenger seat, often acting as navigator. Carol, Stacie, and Kelly usually sat in the back along with the younger ones, Holly, Hailey, and Jordan.

The zoo was a blast. The little girls especially loved it, and the adults were impressed with the quality of the displays, how much they all learned, and how well cared for the animals seemed to be.

Kelly had as much fun as anyone else. But the real highlight of her day came late in the afternoon as they were getting ready to leave and stopped in at the gift shop for a quick look around. Her moms weren’t big on souvenirs, but maybe they’d find something nice. Kelly was browsing through the t-shirts when when she looked up and saw — omigod, it was that girl from the hotel, the tall brunette with the ponytail! And the long poky nipples!

She couldn’t really see her nipples now, but that didn’t matter. It was her! Omigod! Kelly had to say something to the girl. She couldn’t let an opportunity like this get away. But what could she say? No clue.

She had to say something, though, anything, so Kelly gathered up all her courage and walked over to her. “Hi, um, I think I saw… I mean, are you, like, staying at the hotel? There? The, um… Playa del Mar? Cuz we are. Too. Kind of.”

Kelly felt stupid, stammering like that, but at least she’d been brave enough to say something. And she was rewarded with a big smile from the older girl.

“Yeah, we are,” she nodded. “I remember, I saw you there yesterday, with those other girls, the three little ones, outside the —”

Gwen started to say ‘the ladies room’ but then stopped, blushing as she recalled why she’d been in such a hurry to get inside and what she’d done in there. “Um, I remember.”

“Yeah, um…” Now Kelly wasn’t sure what to say next. “We live, uh, in San Francisco.”

“Oh, do you? That’s cool. We live in Phoenix.” Gwen rolled her eyes. “That’s not so cool.”

Kelly giggled, but now she really had no idea what to say. So she just stood there, grinning like a fool.

Luckily, the other girl wasn’t a total dork like she was. She held out her hand. “My name’s Gwen.”

“Oh, hi, um, I’m Kelly.” She took the offered hand, again not sure what to do. But Gwen shook it firmly, and that felt good.

“How long are you guys here?”

“Oh, uh, until Saturday,” Kelly said. “Then we go back. Saturday morning we go back. We start back, I mean. We drove, so we have to drive back. It takes, like, um, a day and a half. To go. To drive, I mean.” When had she become so incoherent? She was talking like a nincompoop.

That didn’t seem to bother Gwen. She gave Kelly a super sweet smile. The younger girl melted inside.

“We’re going back on Sunday,” Gwen said. “I’m here with my mom and my sister. That’s them over there, looking at jewelry.”

Kelly looked and saw a really beautiful younger girl, maybe 11 or 12. The mom was very pretty too. Both of them were actually prettier than Gwen, but Kelly didn’t care. She liked this girl a lot.

“Are you here with your family?” Gwen asked.

“Yeah, uh, with my moms, I have two moms, and my sisters, they’re twins, and also my, um, my aunt and my cousin and, like, her little girl.”

“Wow, that’s a big group.”

“Yeah, we’re staying, um, we’re not actually staying at the hotel, not in the hotel, I mean. We’re in a condo, like, renting a condo, next to it.”

“Oh, that’s awesome. A condo, huh? Must be nice.”

“Yeah, it is. I guess.”

The mother and the sister approached them. “Are you ready to go, Gwen?” asked the woman.

“Yeah, just about. But, um, Mom, this is Kelly. Kelly, this is my mother, and my sister, Paige.”

“Hi, Kelly, it’s nice to meet you.” The woman held out her hand. “My name is Eve.”

Kelly took her hand. “Hi, uh, my name is Kelly.” She already knows that, you dork!

“They’re staying at the hotel too,” Gwen told her mom. “Or actually in a condo, like, next to the hotel.”

“Oh, that’s nice,” Eve smiled.

Veronica came up beside Kelly, resting a hand on her shoulder. “Hey, kiddo, making new friends?”

“Yeah, um, Mom, this is, uh, Eve, and Gwen, and um, Paige, right?”

The beautiful young brunette nodded and smiled.

Kelly’s mom held out her hand to Eve. “Hi, I’m Veronica.”

The women chatted briefly, and Stephanie soon joined them, along with the twins. More introductions were made.

Kelly moved off to the side, stepping close to Gwen. “Are you, um, gonna be there tomorrow? At the hotel, I mean, or at the beach? Cuz maybe we could, like, do something, or whatever.”

Maybe she was a dork, but at least she was a brave dork, asking this older girl practically on a date!

“Yeah, that would be cool,” Gwen nodded, giving Kelly another big smile that turned her insides to jelly. “I might have to, like, well, we have some other friends there. But it would be really great to do something, if we can. I’d like that. Why don’t you, um… we’re in Room 816, me and my sister. You can just call the hotel and ask for that room, right? And maybe we can get together.”

“Cool,” Kelly nodded. 816, 816, 816 — don’t forget that number!!!

The moms were starting to say goodbye, and Stephanie was off looking for Carol and Stacie and Jordan, to gather them up, so Kelly said, “Okay, um, I’ll call you, right?”

“Good,” Gwen smiled, and then actually winked at Kelly as they walked away. “Bye.”

She winked at me! Kelly’s heart was pounding. She was so happy she wanted to jump up and down and scream. But she managed to just clench her fists and smile in triumph. I did it, I talked to her. I did it!

“You like her, huh?” Veronica asked.

Kelly turned to look at her mom. She’d actually forgot that she was standing there. Kelly just nodded, still grinning from ear to ear.

“She’s cute, and she’s seems really nice. Great body too, super sexy.”

“Mom!!”

“I’m sorry,” Veronica chuckled, “I don’t mean to tease. I’m glad you could make friends with her, honey. She really does seem nice.”

She patted Kelly on the bottom, a comforting maternal touch. “We’re getting ready to go. Did you see anything here you really wanted?”

“No,” Kelly shook her head, almost adding ‘except her’, but didn’t actually say it.

Her mother seemed to sense what she was thinking, though, giving her a knowing look. “Okay. Come on, let’s go.”

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Tina had been surprised when they arrived at Angela’s reserved portion of the beach in front of the hotel to find that the area was now larger than it had been the day before, and there were more chairs. The short sections of fence, she saw, were movable, and apparently Angela was able to inform the hotel how much space she wanted and got it. She also observed that snack foods — chips and dips and a tray of raw vegetables, along with a basket of fruit and plenty of sodas for the kids — were already set out. That woman thinks of everything, Tina smiled to herself.

The moms put down their stuff and began arranging themselves in lounge chairs while the kids, chattering to each other the whole time, quickly stripped out of their clothes and down to their bathing suits. Bambi and Amanda were in matching tiny bikinis, not the same color, but exactly the same make and style. They looked adorable. Debby wore the same blue bikini she’d had on the day before, with the ‘cheeky’ cut in back. Erin was in a slimming one-piece suit, purple and gathered at the hips.

As she watched the girls reveal their lovely bodies, Sheila started getting excited again. That was nothing unusual for her — she went around in almost a perpetual state of sexual arousal — but the condition was heightened with the excitement of what they’d done the night before, and what might lie in store for them later that day.

What really got everyone’s attention, though, was when Fiona pulled off her shorts, then lifted her t-shirt over her head, and they discovered that she wasn’t wearing a bathing suit at all, but a thin white leotard. It was one she usually wore for ballet practice, sleeveless and with a scooped neckline. The garment was never meant to be worn in the water, of course, and as Sheila looked at her daughter, she realized that as soon as that leotard got wet, the 12-year-old’s sexy young body would be almost fully revealed for anyone and everyone to see.

Fiona was rewarded with oohs and ahhs from the moms and from the girls as well. It even made Erin decide to go in the ocean with the kids, at least for a little while. With her fair skin, she had to be careful about getting too much sun, but she would risk it for this. She asked her mother to rub an extra large amount of sunblock on her, which Sheila was happy to do. And then the girls tripped on down to the water, with Bambi and Amanda leading the way, giggling and holding hands. Debby was right behind them, and then Erin and Fiona, side by side.

Sheila sat down and immediately draped a beach towel over her waist, spreading her legs and sliding a hand under the towel. Angela glanced at her. “Off to an early start, huh?” she smiled.

“Can’t help it,” Sheila replied.

“No problem. Just enjoy yourself.” Angela patted the woman’s shoulder. Then she addressed the others, “Now, would anyone like some Long Island Iced Tea? We’ve got beer, as well, if you’d prefer that, and white wine too, quite a good Russian River Chardonnay.”

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Erin loved girls. She loved the way they looked, the way they moved, the way they talked, everything about them. She loved women too, especially her own mother, but really just about anyone with a pussy was attractive to her. She’d started masturbating at a fairly young age, experiencing her first orgasm when she was 9. Since then she’d masturbated almost every day, usually several times, and nearly always to fantasies about kissing and touching other girls.

Now, at age 15, Erin knew for sure that she was a lesbian, and she also knew that age was certainly not any barrier to her appreciation of girls and their bodies. She could look at a pretty 10-year-old, like Amanda, or Bambi, or even a 9-year-old, like Debby, and get excited. Nor was it a problem that Debby was her cousin, or that Fiona was her sister. That almost made it better.

And speaking of Fiona — omigod!! — as soon as the first good-size wave washed over them, it was like her sister suddenly got naked! The leotard became nearly transparent, letting Fiona’s cute breast buds show through, her little brown nipples sticking out, and down between her legs her smooth pussy was clearly visible. Wow, it was so hot. Erin started to wonder if maybe she should try the leotard trick herself on their next beach day.

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With their drinks served, Angela placed a chair facing partially toward the other women and sat down. “So,” she asked, “did everyone enjoy the party last night? That fashion show the kids put on really was sensational, I thought.”

“I’ll say it was,” nodded Sheila, rubbing her pussy faster.

Tina was surprised, and aroused, to see Sheila masturbating so openly in front of them. The private area they were in was secluded enough that people walking by probably wouldn’t be able to tell what she was doing, but it was perfectly obvious to anyone sitting near her. She didn’t think she would ever be brave enough to do that herself, but it was quite exciting just to watch.

“Yeah, that fashion show was great,” Bridget commented, taking another sip of ‘tea’. “It’s kind of amazing, getting all these girls together, seeing how well they get along, how they’ve bonded. Especially Bambi and Amanda, you’d think they were sisters.”

She smiled at Tina, who responded with a big grin, showing her dimples. “I know, Angela keeps calling them twins.”

Now, as Tina thought not only about how much the two girls looked alike, but how incredibly sexy it was to see them in bed together, naked and kissing, she felt an almost overpowering urge to touch herself. She was somehow able to resist, at least for the moment.

Then she saw that Angela was not resisting the urge. The tall blonde had lifted one foot up, placing it on her lounge chair, using her thigh to block the view from the open area toward the ocean. Glancing around, Tina realized that Angela apparently had selected her spot quite carefully, because between the fence on one side, and a large beach umbrella on the other side, and her leg now raised, the only people who could see what she was doing were Bridget and Sheila and her.

“Oh my gosh…” Tina heard herself say. The words just came out, involuntarily, as she saw Angela pull the bottom of her scanty bikini aside and begin rubbing her bare labia.

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“Did Angela’s suit yesterday make you think of that?” Erin asked Fiona, pointing to the now transparent leotard.

“Uh-huh,” the cute brunette nodded, grinning happily as another wave foamed around them.

“God, it’s great. You look sooo sexy.”

And it was true. Erin couldn’t take her eyes of her little sister’s body. She wanted her very badly. Although they’d been naked together the night before and done some touching, they hadn’t really had sex with each other yet, not the way Erin wanted.

So she said to Fiona, “You know what?”

“What?”

“I really want to fuck you.”

“You do?”

“Oh my god, yes!”

Laughing, Fiona grabbed her sister’s face in her hands and kissed her on the lips. Erin wrapped her arms around the younger girl and pulled their bodies together, shoving her tongue into Fiona’s mouth. She didn’t care who saw them or what they thought.

Bambi and Amanda and Debby were playing nearby, the three girls jumping up and down in the water, splashing each other, their tiny bikinis barely staying on. But when Amanda saw Erin and Fiona kissing, she wanted to do what they were doing. She grabbed Bambi the same way and the two 10-year-olds shared a long wet kiss in the waves with Debby watching.

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“When I was younger, when we were kids,” Bridget murmured, “we used to masturbate together all the time, didn’t we, Shiel?”

Sheila didn’t reply. Her eyes were closed, her face flushed. It looked like she was getting close. But when Tina heard the remark, she glanced at Bridget and noticed that she also now had a towel draped over her middle and was obviously rubbing her pussy.

Well, that’s it, Tina said to herself. If everyone here is doing it, then I will too. She looked all around, making sure that there was no way anyone else could see, and then slid a hand inside the bottom of her bikini after first laying a cover-up over her crotch. She didn’t want to hide it too much, she wanted the other women to know what she was doing, but she certainly wasn’t ready to go as far as Angela — who was actually spreading her pussy lips apart and pushing two fingers inside her dripping cunt with nothing concealing it!!

Angela groaned in pleasure as she pressed her fingers deep inside. The blonde licked her lips and began fucking herself, then said to Bridget, “You used to masturbate together?”

“Uh-huh.”

“When you were how old?”

“Um, let’s see, starting when I was, I think 8 and Sheila was 12, except I wasn’t able to, you know, to finish then. Not until I was 10. That’s when I… came the first time. But from when I was around 11 until I was 15, we did it all the time, practically every night.”

“Do you still do it now?” Angela asked.

“Well, no, not until just yesterday afternoon… that was the first time we did it since we were kids. It was so hot.” The memory of it, of climaxing in Sheila’s kitchen with her sister watching, was extremely erotic. Bridget rubbed her clit faster.

“You guys masturbated together yesterday afternoon?” Tina said. It excited her to think of sisters doing that, playing with themselves and looking at each other. She’d never had a sister and wondered, if she had, what they might have done together.

“Yeah, we did,” Bridget panted. It appeared that she was getting close too.

“Were your daughters there?” asked Angela.

“What? Um, no, the girls were still at the beach, and —”

A sudden loud gasp followed by a deep moan told them that Sheila was coming. Tina looked over at her. The woman now had both hands between her legs, her thighs squeezing together under the towel, her body shuddering and straining as she climaxed. A sharp wet slapping sound made Tina turn the other way just in time to see Angela reach orgasm as well, two fingers plunging in and out of her cunt.

My god, it was unbelievable to have all this sex happening right around her, on the beach, in public! Even with all the competing scents — the smell of the ocean, their skin lotion, someone grilling on a nearby barbecue — she still could easily detect the delicious aroma of pussy. It made her want to come too. She pushed a finger inside herself, her thumb tickling her clit. It wouldn’t be long.

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“Sorry, but I think I have to go in now,” Erin told Fiona. They’d just finished another nice long kiss. Both girls were breathing hard. “I don’t want to, but I really should.”

“Oh, darn, are you sure?”

“Yeah, I can already feel my skin getting hot. And not just from kissing you, either,” she giggled. Fiona laughed with her.

“Well, okay.”

Erin started wading back up toward the beach, while Fiona went to join Debby and Bambi and Amanda in their play. Soon the four of them were taking turns giving each other piggyback rides in the waves, with the girls on top often aggressively rubbing themselves against the other girls, humping them. It was fun and arousing at the same time.

—————

Sheila raised a hand to her mouth, licking her wet fingers, tasting herself. Slowly she opened her eyes. She smiled as she saw that Angela was doing almost the same thing, sucking two fingers that obviously had just been deep inside her. Then she realized that the sexy blonde was fully exposed, making no attempt to hide her naked pussy from the view of the other women — nor, as it turned out, from the view of Sheila’s teenage daughter Erin, who had arrived after running quickly up across the hot sand.

Erin took a good long look at Angela, gazing at her crotch. The two of them smiled at each other. Then Erin bent down and kissed her mom. This was not simply an affectionate familial kiss, either. They were both using tongues.

Tina was amazed. Had she crossed into some kind of parallel universe where the old rules didn’t apply? Where everybody just openly accepted public sex? Not to mention lesbian incest? She didn’t mind at all, of course, it made her even more excited. She was on the edge now, almost ready to come, but she wanted to ask them, she had to know.

“Do you, um, do you guys…?” She wasn’t really sure how to say it, but that didn’t matter. Everyone knew what she was talking about.

Bridget turned toward Tina, licking her lips. The woman’s eyes were glazed, her face shiny with perspiration. She lifted the towel that was covering her lap. Her legs were open, suit bottom tugged to the side. Tina could see her dripping wet pussy, her fingers pushing inside.

Nodding, Bridget said, “Uh-huh, we do, all of us. Two moms and three daughters. We all fuck each other.”

“God!!” Tina was climaxing. And then Bridget was too, right after her.

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By Naughty Mommy

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It seemed to Gwen like an orgasm that would never end. With her fingers rubbing and squeezing her clit and her dripping vagina pressed against her mother’s mouth, she just kept coming and coming and coming. She wasn’t sure if her mom had tried to lick her or not. Gwen had been too carried away by her climax to even notice, and anyway her mother had been coming at the same time, she thought, so maybe she was busy too.

But as she recovered and slowly lifted her crotch away, her body still shuddering with residual spasms, Gwen smiled when she saw the way her mom was licking her lips, actually smacking them together, relishing the taste of her daughter’s pussy juice. And it really was all over her, everywhere. The teenager almost always got very wet when she masturbated, especially when she climaxed. At home she would usually keep a towel under her.

It was sort of comical to see the mess she’d made on her mother’s face, but it was exciting too. Just think of it — she’d had an orgasm right on top of her mom, gushing all over her, in her mouth and everything. She was having lesbian sex with her mother, and so was her little sister!

Gwen turned her head to look at Paige. The younger girl was sitting on her knees, wearing a big grin. With one hand she was wiping her mouth. Her other hand was between her legs, gently cupping her hairless pussy.

“Did you come too?” Gwen asked.

“Uh-huh,” Paige nodded, her smile growing even wider.

When Gwen shifted off of her, Eve sat up. “Wow,” the woman laughed, “what a great way to start the day!”

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Bridget pushed herself to a sitting position. With her second climax that morning, she’d collapsed from her knees onto her side, overcome with passion as she masturbated, watching her sister Sheila reach orgasm with her own daughter Fiona licking her pussy.

“Wow…” Bridget panted, pushing damp strands of hair from her sweaty forehead. “Wow…”

Fiona was lying atop Sheila now, hugging and kissing her mom, the two of them giggling happily. Sheila had her hands on Fiona’s little bottom, squeezing her cheeks.

Fiona’s older sister, Erin, grinned as she saw them sharing affection. She’d been down between her mother’s legs along with Fiona, offering instruction. Bridget’s little girl, Debby, only 9 years old, had joined them too, wanting to see what they were doing.

Everyone was naked, the moms and the daughters. They’d enjoyed a slumber party on the floor in the family room the night before, cuddling together under sheets and blankets. Tender kisses and caresses soon had turned into a thrilling celebration of lesbian incest.

Taking a deep breath and slowly letting it out, Bridget shook her head and said it one more time. “Wow…”

Debby got to her feet. “Mommy, I’m hungry. Can we have waffles?”

Everyone laughed. Waffles was one of the favorites for a family breakfast at Sheila’s house.

“Of course we can, honey,” smiled Bridget. Then she turned to her sister. “You don’t mind if we mess up your kitchen, do you, Shiel?”

“Hell, no,” Sheila grinned, as she sat up along with Fiona. “That’s what it’s there for, to get messed up.”

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Angela and Bambi and Tina and Amanda weren’t done yet.

Within seconds after they’d completed their four simultaneous orgasms, Angela was turning her 10-year-old daughter onto her back and diving between her legs, licking the girl’s hot pussy. Tina was a little slower to recover, but soon followed Angela’s lead, getting down between Amanda’s legs, kissing and licking her daughter.

The children, especially Bambi, were sexually resilient and extremely responsive. Both were capable of multiple orgasms within a short time. And it didn’t take Bambi long at all. With her mother’s skillful licking and sucking, soon the girl was climaxing again, crying out as she came in Angela’s mouth.

Amanda wasn’t far behind. It excited her to see her friend enjoying herself, and it felt really great the way her mom was licking her… except she needed it in just a certain place. Without even really thinking about what she was doing, she reached down and took her mommy’s head in her hands, guiding her tongue to where she wanted it.

Tina loved this, seeing Amanda become so excited, so turned on that she would take over the action, doing whatever she needed to gain satisfaction, to reach climax. She seemed to be naturally sexual, instinctively carnal, even at such a young age. Perhaps all little girls were, given the opportunity.

Closing her eyes, Amanda arched her pelvis, shoving her pussy into her mother’s mouth, rubbing her swollen clit against the warm wet tongue faster and faster and faster and faster — and then she too was coming.

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“Whew, I’m all sweaty,” Eve chuckled, fanning her face, “not to mention all sticky and gooey.”

She winked at Gwen, who giggled in response. The teenager still could see plenty of her shiny liquids on her mom’s cheeks and chin.

“The tub in the bathroom is not that big here,” said Eve, “but I think it would be fun if we could take a shower together, all three of us at once. What do you think? You want to try?”

“Sure,” Paige grinned.

“Yeah, okay,” agreed Gwen, “but, um, are we still going to the zoo today?”

“Oh, I’d actually forgot about that,” said her mother. “But I suppose we can, if you want to.”

“Yeah, I do,” Gwen nodded.

“Okay, um… let’s take a shower first and get cleaned up and dressed. Then I’ll call Angela and tell her not to expect us for brunch today. Maybe we’ll have dinner with them later or something.”

—————

They still weren’t done. Angela was on top of Bambi now, scissoring with her, pushing her juicy cunt against the little girl’s, fucking her daughter.

Lifting her face from Amanda’s pussy, Tina shook her head in astonishment. It was amazing to see that pair together, Bambi and Amanda. Neither of them ever seemed to get enough. And as she continued watching, Tina felt herself becoming more and more aroused. She wondered, could she come, doing that with Amanda? She wasn’t sure. They’d never done it that way, but she wanted to give it a try.

Getting to her knees, holding up one of her daughter’s legs in her hands, Tina positioned herself the same as Angela, and then began moving, sliding her pussy slowly back and forth against Amanda’s. God, it felt so great.

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Before heading for the kitchen to start making breakfast, Sheila and Bridget and their girls shared a nice long naked hug, two moms and three daughters standing and holding each other, pressing in close, kissing and caressing, murmuring I love you’s. The warm family hug finally ended with happy giggles when Debby said, “Okay, waffles now?”

—————

“FUCK — FUCK — FUCK”  Angela shouted with each thrust of her cunt against her daughter’s mound  “FUCK — FUCK — GOD — YES — FUCK!!!!”  And then she was climaxing.

Bambi came at the same time. She and her mom often did this, tribbing together. They were expert at it and frequently enjoyed simultaneous orgasms while fucking each other pussy to pussy.

It would take Tina a minute longer. But the excitement of seeing and hearing Angela come on top of her daughter with Bambi coming under her brought Tina right to the edge. Only a few more strokes, just a few more, and she was almost there… but then she felt small hands on her hips. Amanda was holding her, guiding her again, moving her exactly where she wanted her.

“Uh-huh, uh-huh baby, show me what you want,” Tina moaned.

Amanda didn’t reply. Her eyes were closed. She held her mom, adjusting her, until everything was just right. They started moving again, faster and faster, mother and daughter fucking fucking fucking fucking — and then they were both coming.

—————

A few floors below them in the hotel, Eve and Gwen and Paige were enjoying their sexy shower, having fun squeezing in together, getting all soapy and sharing playful kisses. After they finished, Eve phoned Angela’s suite, but there was no answer. She left a message, saying she would call again later.

The girls and their mom went down to the hotel coffee shop for a quick breakfast, and then were on their way to the San Diego Zoo.

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At last they were sated. Angela climbed out of bed, standing tall and stretching, running her hands through her blonde hair, damp with sweat. Her whole curvaceous bronzed body glowed with a sheen of perspiration.

“God, you’re gorgeous,” sighed Tina. She was sitting next to Amanda, who was sitting up now too, smiling happily.

“Oh, thank you.” Angela winked at Tina. “I do try my best to stay in shape. I want to keep myself attractive to sexy young things like you.”

“I’m not that young, though. I’m 32.”

“Well, with your slim figure and your small breasts and especially those adorable dimples, you look just like a teenager to me.”

With a laugh, Bambi bounced out of bed. “Yeah, but Mommy, you like little girls more than you like teenagers. Girls with no boobs at all, like me and Amanda.”

“That’s true enough,” her mother chuckled, “I do like young girls very much. But I like teenagers too, and beautiful grownup women as well. Like the lovely Tina.” She sent her another wink.

Tina grinned at the seductive woman. But then suddenly she frowned. “Oh, I just remembered. Me and Amanda don’t have any clothes here, just our suits. We need to go back to the motel.”

“You know, I’ve been thinking about that,” said Angela, “and I don’t see why you and Amanda shouldn’t move in here with us. We have the extra bedroom in the suite, no one’s using it.”

“Oh, but we couldn’t —”

“Hush. Of course you could. Let’s do this. We’ll take a quick shower, just a shower, mind you, no fooling around. I’ll call room service before we get in and have them bring up some coffee and fruit and yogurt and danishes, and then after we eat a little something we’ll walk over to your motel. I’ll go with you, you can put on some of my clothes if you don’t want to wear your bathing suit, and…”

“But I —”

“Now, listen,” Angela had her hands on her hips, looking sternly at Tina. “I don’t want to hear any backtalk. Just do as I say.”

“Yes, ma’am,” the younger woman replied, smiling sheepishly.

“How many nights have you paid for?”

“Um, I gave them a credit card, like for the week. Until Saturday.”

“All right, that’s fine. I’ll go with you but let you do the talking. You’ll tell the people at the motel that you’re checking out early and you only want to pay for the nights you’ve used so far. Ask them nicely, show your pretty smile, your dimples, and I’m quite sure they’ll agree. You may have to pay for one more night, possibly, but even so you’ll be saving money, right?”

“Well…” Tina couldn’t argue with her reasoning, and saving the extra money did seem like a nice idea, so she agreed.

They had their shower, their breakfast, and then strolled to the motel. Angela was right, of course, it was easy, and in fact they did not even have to pay for an extra day. Tina was very pleased.

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It was about a half hour drive to the zoo through typically heavy southern California traffic. Along the way Eve listened as her daughters chatted all about their exciting new experiences of the past few days.

Eve once again mused how amazing it was that they could even be talking about such things — let alone actually doing them — having sex with each other, and quite possibly soon with other moms and little girls too. What an astonishing change in their lives in a very short time. Not only astonishing but wonderful, she smiled to herself.

They followed the signs and turned off the busy freeway, eventually finding a parking space. The lot was already almost full and they could see crowds of tourists streaming toward the entrance. But as Eve locked the car, she found herself laughing out loud. She felt insanely happy, giddy, euphoric. It was a beautiful day with not a cloud in the sky. The air was fresh, the sun was warm, and she was starting a new life.

She let out a whoop of pure joy. A few of the other visitors turned to look. Her daughters stared at her. But Eve didn’t care. She grabbed Paige and Gwen, spinning them around, hugging them and kissing them.

“Come on, girls, let’s go have fun! Today you can do anything, buy anything, eat anything, I don’t mind at all. Whatever you want, it’s yours!”

“Okay, Mom,” Gwen chuckled, rolling her eyes. She and her sister shared a look of amusement and then started off together with their mother to see the lions and tigers and bears.

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The early afternoon brunch in Angela’s suite was not really what Bridget had thought it might be. Oh, there was plenty of food, and it was all delicious, and the mimosas gave her a nice airy feel, her head spinning a little bit, but there was no sex at all, not even a hint of it, at least not until the end.

Their hostess was wearing a sleeveless sun dress, white with yellow daisies. The skirt was knee-length and puffed out, as if Angela had several slips beneath it. She looked almost like a mom from an old sitcom, Bridget thought. The woman hummed around, making sure everyone was getting enough to eat and that their glasses were full.

They all enjoyed the leisurely meal, chatting pleasantly, sometimes getting up to look at the spectacular views from the picture windows. Eve and her daughters, Gwen and Paige, weren’t there. Angela said they’d gone to the zoo. Bridget mostly sat with Tina, flirting occasionally, while Sheila went from Angela to the little girls to Tina and Bridget, and all around to everyone.

Her sister wasn’t drinking as much as usual, Bridget noticed, but she seemed full of zest, flitting everywhere, laughing and smiling. And why not? She had everything she wanted now, an open incestuous relationship with both of her daughters and the good possibility of sex with Bridget and with Debby too at some point, not to mention with these new women and girls they’d recently met.

But when would the sex happen? It made Bridget smile when she thought that. God, I’m getting as bad as Sheila with sex the only thing on my mind. Well, there’s nothing wrong with that. And I’m sure we’ll get around to it soon enough. She relaxed and took another sip of her mimosa.

For 15-year-old Erin, the brunch was slightly disappointing. She’d been hoping to spend some time with Gwen again, having made such a nice connection with her the night before during the dinner party and especially in their impromptu fashion show, planning it and presenting it. Now she was sitting with the little girls — her sister Fiona, her cousin Debby, and the two blondes, Bambi and Amanda — and she felt a bit out of place, the only teenager there.

Erin’s mom, Sheila, came over to chat with them from time to time, but mostly the talk was carried on by the younger girls and Erin just listened. The redheaded teen was shy, not like her mother at all, and didn’t make friends easily, so she’d really been looking forward to seeing Gwen. Sighing, she picked up another piece of bacon and munched on it. Oh well, maybe later, tonight at dinner.

After an hour or so, the little girls began to get restless. They wanted to go down to the beach and play.

Noticing this, Angela stood and asked her guests, “Did you all come prepared for fun in the sun? That is, do you have your bathing suits on under your clothes, or at least with you?”

She received nods and confirmations from Sheila, Bridget, and their girls, and then checked with Bambi and Amanda. “Do you kids have your bikinis on already too?” More nods and smiles.

“All right, then, I guess we can go. It will only take me a second to change.”

Angela reached behind her back and deftly pulled down the zipper on her sundress. It fell to the floor, poofy slips and all. There was an audible gasp in the room. Under her dress, she was completely naked. The girls, the women, even the hotel staff behind the buffet gawked at her.

Stepping out easily from the circle of the dress, Angela picked up an insubstantial slip of material that was lying on a side table. She shook it out. Actually it was two pieces, they now saw, both brightly colored and both incredibly tiny.

Angela stepped into and pulled up the bottom of a bikini, if you could call it that. It was more like a slender thread that covered almost nothing. Bridget recognized the style. It was from a company called Wicked Weasel, she thought, although it was certainly nothing she would ever wear, not in a million years. She didn’t have the body for it, and besides, it was… well, it was indecent!

Suddenly she laughed out loud, realizing how ridiculous it was that she could criticize a revealing piece of clothing when they were all engaged in, or were about to engage in, a far greater taboo — lesbian incest!!

Bridget got up and went to Angela, who, still topless, was tugging the sides of the micro-bikini bottom higher on her hips. A thin strip of fabric, just a pouch really, barely contained her labia.

Giving the blonde a hug, Bridget exclaimed, “I’m so glad we met you, Angela. What a piece of work you are. God, you must be one of a kind.” She was a little surprised at herself for being so forward. Maybe it was the mimosas, or just the high of their new sexual openness. But she felt very happy.

She kissed the woman’s cheek. “I love you.”

“Well, thank you, dear, I love you too.”

Angela slipped on the top of her nearly-nothing bikini, and Bridget tied it for her behind her back. Then, stepping into her low heeled backless sandals again, Angela smiled at the group and said, “All right, let’s hit the beach!”

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By Naughty Mommy

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“Something else you might want to do,” Angela suggested, “is go online and look for stories, lesbian erotica, about mothers having sex with their daughters. It’s getting to be quite a popular topic these days, believe it or not.”

“Really?” asked Tina, wide-eyed. “I had no idea.”

It was morning, and the women were lying in bed in the large master bedroom of the penthouse suite. They’d been awake a few minutes.

“Yes, and the thing is, not only might you enjoy reading those stories — I’m quite sure you would — but more importantly it could be a way to connect with others who share your, and my, desires.”

“Huh.”

“If you’re lucky,” Angela continued, “you could strike up an online friendship with someone who lives near you, or at least someone who might know someone who lives in your area and who could then introduce you, virtually. You know what I mean, do some networking — use those connections to make other connections.”

“Yeah…”

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Eve fell forward, leaning on the bed with both hands, her head down, her eyes closed, her body still quivering with climactic passion.

“Jesus!” she gasped. “My god these — these — I’ve never had — orgasms like this — in my life!”

Gwen was wide awake now. She scooted over beside her sister. “You okay, Mom?”

“Yeah…” Eve slowly opened her eyes, smiling at the girls. She was perspiring, overheated, her vision a little blurry, but otherwise she felt fantastic.

“Yeah, I’m fine,” she added. “I… I don’t mean to scare you. I’m kind of, I know I’m kind of… crazy… with lust right now.” A hand went to her breast, fondling it and playing with the nipple.

“That was fun last night, Mom,” said Paige.

“Did you like it?” Eve asked.

“Uh-huh. I’m glad we did it. I liked it a lot.”

“Good.” Eve climbed onto the bed in their hotel room, moving close to Paige, kissing her cheek. “I’m glad too, sweetheart.”

“Can I, um, can I lick you again now?” asked the 11-year-old.

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“How do you do it?” Fiona asked her big sister.

She and Erin were lying naked on the floor between their mom’s legs, looking at her pussy. Sheila’s pubic hair, trimmed but not shaved, was dark brown, tinged with auburn. Her labia were full, with a gleam of moisture in the center.

“It’s easy,” Erin said. “Just like you’re kissing her mouth, only more.”

“Okay.”

“Um, start by, like, using your fingers to, you know, open her up.” She pointed at their mother’s vulva.

“Okay,” Fiona nodded. She took a deep breath, swallowed, then placed her fingers on the labia. They felt warm. Slowly she spread them apart. “Wow…”

Inside was bright pink and shiny with juices.

“Wow,” the younger girl repeated. She could smell her mom’s scent, her sexual aroma. It was strong and very appealing. It made Fiona hungry.

“Now, um, now just kiss her there,” Erin smiled.

Bridget was listening, watching, and masturbating. To see these two girls, 15 and 12 years old, down between their mother’s legs, looking at her, touching her, talking about kissing and licking her, and now to see the little one, Fiona, putting her mouth there, bringing her lips to meet her own mother’s pussy lips, it was —

“God!!”

Bridget suddenly climaxed.

—————

Tina had turned onto her side, toward Angela. Their daughters were between them, still sleeping, both nude. Bambi had an arm across Amanda’s shoulder. Their little faces were close, noses almost touching. Tina smiled as she looked at them. A hand went between her own legs.

“It’s amazing, isn’t it?” she whispered, now lifting her gaze to meet Angela’s. “How innocent they are, and yet… and yet also…”

“Also what, darling?”

“They’re, I mean, they’re so sexy. They don’t even have to try to be. They just are.”

“Yes, I know. It is amazing.” Angela was masturbating as well. “And to see them together, young girls together, it’s very arousing.”

“Yeah, it really is.” Tina kissed Amanda’s head. The girl stirred.

Bambi stretched. Her eyes blinked open. Pushing herself up on her elbows, she smiled first at Tina and then at her mother. “Hi, Mommy.”

“Hi, baby girl.” Angela stopped playing with herself long enough to take Bambi’s face in her hands, giving her a long warm kiss on the lips.

Tina noticed that Angela’s fingers were glistening, apparently wet with her own pussy juice. She must already have been masturbating for a while, fucking herself as they talked. That made Tina very excited. She rubbed her clit faster.

—————

“You’re pretty anxious to do that, aren’t you?” Eve said to Paige. “You want to lick me some more?”

“Uh-huh,” the girl nodded. “I never knew, I mean, how nice it would be. But I love it. I want to do it all the time.”

“Ooh, that’s so hot…” Eve slid down onto her back. She started touching herself again. Her pussy felt very warm and very wet. She had to be the luckiest woman in the world.

Grinning, Paige positioned herself between the outstretched legs. She watched the fingers move, observing how her mother masturbated. It was something she had never seen before in her life until just the day before. She was still fascinated by it. But her hunger for the taste was even greater than her interest in watching. With a happy sigh, she lowered her mouth to her mother’s sex, closed her eyes, and began licking.

—————

“Ooh Jesus fuck, that’s good, so good…” Sheila squeezed and pulled and twisted her hard nipples as she felt her younger daughter, Fiona, kissing her pussy.

“God!!” Bridget cried again, the sudden unexpected orgasm jolting through her body.

Debby woke up. Her mommy was right there, behind her, holding her tightly, but she was shaking all over too. It must be that thing again, whatever it was, that sex thing. Organ-something. It was a little scary how it made her mother act, but she seemed to like it a lot, so that was good.

Raising her head, the girl saw that other things were happening at the same time, more sex stuff. Her Aunt Sheila was on her back beside them with her eyes closed and she was kind of grabbing her own boobs and playing with them. She seemed to be really excited. Debby couldn’t tell for sure, lying where she was, but it looked like her cousins, Erin and Fiona, were down between her aunt’s legs, doing something there.

As Bridget’s climax began to subside and she was able to open her eyes, she realized that Debby was awake now. “Oh baby, baby girl,” she sighed, kissing her daughter’s hair, her neck, her cheek, “my sweet little baby, did I wake you up?”

“It’s okay.”

Bridget turned Debby toward her so she could kiss her mouth. She gave her a long, warm kiss, only briefly tickling the child’s soft lips with her tongue.

“Good morning, darling girl,” Bridget whispered, the spreading, soothing post-orgasmic glow filling her with love. She kissed her daughter again, this time with more intensity. Debby’s mouth opened and their tongues entwined, breath coming faster.

Bridget finally pulled away, a strand of saliva stretching between their wet lips. “Did you sleep okay, honey?”

“Uh-huh,” Debby nodded. And then she lifted her head and looked down again at her cousins. “What are they doing, Mommy?”

“Well, they’re, um, see, Erin is teaching Fiona how to… how to kiss their mom, your Aunt Sheila, in a really special way.”

“Oh.” The little girl sat up. “Can I go watch?”

—————

Leaning over Amanda, Bambi gave the girl’s mom a kiss on the lips. “Good morning, Miss Tina,” she grinned.

“Good morning, Bambi,” Tina smiled. “Did you sleep okay?”

“Uh-huh, I always do.”

Amanda was coming awake now too. She rolled onto her back, yawning and rubbing her eyes. Tina bent down to kiss her pretty mouth. “Good morning, darling girl,” she whispered.

“Hi, Mom,” the little one smiled. Then she turned to look at Bambi and Angela, seeming to suddenly remember where they were and what they’d done the night before. “Wow…”

Bambi gave her a quick kiss on the lips. “Good morning.”

“G’morning,” Amanda giggled.

“So, what do you kids think you want to do today?” asked Angela.

“Um, you know what I want?” Bambi replied. She was on her knees now, her eyes bright with excitement.

“No, I don’t know,” grinned her mother. “Tell me.”

“Well, yesterday I tried to do something with Amanda, only it didn’t work. I went too fast. I can do it better, and I want to.” She looked down at the girl. “You want to, Amanda? Can I fuck you now?”

“Yeah, okay!”

And with more giggles, Amanda happily moved underneath Bambi, spreading her cute legs, offering her pussy to her friend.

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Gwen was surprised to find that she had begun masturbating without even thinking about it, playing with her clit as she watched her little sister eating her mother’s pussy. Not that she minded, of course, it felt great — but it was amazing how open they had become with each other in such a short time, eagerly showing their bodies, expressing their desires, sharing their love and their lust.

Her mom was looking at her, watching Gwen masturbate. “I like that, honey,” she whispered. “It’s really hot.”

Eve’s hands were on her breasts, toying with her erect nipples. Her legs were wide apart, knees drawn up, pelvis rocking lightly up and down as she fed her pussy to her younger daughter’s mouth. Her eyes, though, were fastened on Gwen’s crotch.

“I like that,” Eve repeated. “But I… I want to see it up close. Come here, get on top of me. I want to look at you.”

“Okay.” Gwen was shivering with excitement. She crawled closer, then knelt over her mother’s face.

“Open yourself up for me,” Eve whispered. “I want to see inside you.”

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Bridget was masturbating again. She’d climaxed just a few minutes earlier, but now as she sat up and watched her darling daughter, only 9 years old, squeezing in next to Fiona, trying to get a very close look as the girl kissed and licked and sucked her own mother’s pussy, she could feel another orgasm quickly approaching. It was all so unbelievably hot, so exciting to see.

Sheila was almost there too. It never took much for her, and having Fiona lick and suck her clit while Erin guided her, then feeling a finger slide inside her vagina, pushing in deep — was that Erin’s finger? Fiona’s? Could it be Debby’s?? — was plenty. She was right on the edge.

“Fuck me,” she urged, “suck my clit, fuck my cunt, make me come!”

And then she was coming. “OH GOD!” she cried, a powerful orgasm crashing through her. Her head was thrown back, her eyes squeezed shut, fingers pinching her nipples. “GOD!!”

Bridget climaxed too, watching and masturbating, fingers flying over her clit. “Fuck yes fuck yes fuck — yes!!!”

Fiona was amazed at how fast it happened. She’d only just started doing what Erin said, pulling back that little bit of skin, the hood, Erin called it, and then putting her mouth over her mother’s clit. It was kind of big and hard and it felt nice between her lips.

But it seemed like she barely began sucking on it and then all of a sudden she heard her mother scream and her body shook and her legs came together — except all three girls were right there so they got squeezed in even closer to each other. It almost made Fiona laugh, but she wanted to keep doing what she was supposed to do. She sucked and sucked and it tasted really good and her mom kept shaking and screaming.

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Gwen opened her pussy, using her fingers to spread her lips. Her whole body was trembling. She was so excited, already close to a climax after rubbing herself for only a couple of minutes. And now, oh my god, this was just incredible, showing her pussy to her mom, holding it open right in front of her mouth, while her little sister was down between their mother’s legs, licking her!

“Put your finger inside,” Eve said. “I want to see you… fuck yourself.”

“Okay.” The word came out like a squeak.

Gwen was so turned on she could barely talk. But she did as her mother asked, placing the tip of her index finger at the opening to her vagina and then pressing it slowly in. Her vagina was hot and very wet inside, the slender finger sliding in easily, moving deep inside her. Gwen heard herself groan with pleasure.

“Fuck yourself now, fuck your pretty pussy while I watch you,” Eve sighed, licking her lips.

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As she lowered her hairless pussy on top of Amanda’s, Bambi glanced first at her own mother, Angela, who gave her a wink, and then at Tina.

“I tried this yesterday,” the 10-year-old grinned, “only I got too excited and I went too fast. I can do it better. I’ll show you.”

“Um, fine,” was all Tina could think to say. She’d stopped rubbing herself for the moment, astonished by what she was seeing.

After making sure they were arranged just so, Bambi began to very gently move her lithe body on top of Amanda’s, taking an easy pace at first, just a little bit of rocking action, up and down, back and forth. She seemed to be concentrating, focusing on her task, her eyes closed, the tip of her tongue sticking out the corner of her mouth.

Angela was kneeling beside them now, fucking her cunt with her fingers. Tina sat up too and resumed stroking her clit.

Slowly, almost imperceptibly, Bambi began to pick up speed. Tina watched closely. She could see the child’s muscles tensing and relaxing as she gradually accelerated the steady motion. Small though she was, she appeared to be strong, and she obviously had a lot of experience with this.

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It wouldn’t take long. Gwen loved to masturbate anyway, and she usually could bring herself to orgasm pretty quickly if she was turned on enough. Right now she was very turned on, fucking herself with her finger, sliding her thumb over her clit — and doing it right above her mother’s face, with her mom watching her!

Paige could hardly believe how good her mother tasted. If she’d known how nice it was before, she would have started licking her a long time ago. Why hadn’t anyone ever told her how great this was? No matter, she was here now, licking and sucking her mom’s pussy, and she never wanted to be anywhere else. One hand was between her own legs, rubbing that spot, that perfect place that made her buzz inside, rubbing it faster and faster and faster, getting more and more excited.

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Bambi was moving faster, faster now, her eyes still closed, face pinched in concentration, skin becoming flushed. Instinctively Amanda raised her pelvis, accepting the other girl’s increasingly rapid rhythmic thrusts and meeting them. Both children were panting and sweating.

Tina heard a whisper. It was Angela. “Fuck the little girl, fuck the little girl, fuck her little pussy…”

Amanda groaned. Tina saw her daughter’s eyes roll back in her head. Was she ready to climax already? Not quite, although it appeared she was getting close.

Tina rubbed herself faster. She wanted to come when they did, if they did. Could Bambi really do this? Bring herself and Amanda that way?

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“God… god, that was good!” panted Sheila, wiping perspiration from her face and pushing back her tangled hair.

Slowly she raised her head, smiling down at Fiona, who was grinning at her from between her legs, that adorable face shiny with her mom’s juices. “Come here, baby, let me kiss you.”

With a giggle, Fiona crawled up on top of her mother, falling naked onto her warm body, hugging her tightly. As they pressed their mouths together, Sheila tasted her own pussy on her daughter’s lips.

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With Paige kissing and sucking her clit, sliding her face all around inside her wet pussy, and with Gwen holding her own beautiful pussy open just above her mouth, Eve was delirious with pleasure. She felt that familiar pulse in her center, coming from deep inside, another wonderful orgasm approaching, surging, swelling, pushing up, almost there, not quite, but almost, almost, and then —

“Mom, god, I, I, I’m gonna — OHHH!!”

Gwen was climaxing, and that made Eve come. “God! Fuck!!” the woman cried, and as she came she grabbed her older daughter’s bottom, pulling the girl’s pussy toward her mouth, while at the same instant her thighs clamped together around her younger daughter’s face, trapping her there.

Paige was climaxing too, her fingers moving fast between her legs, pressing and squeezing her little clit. Her mouth was almost inside her mother’s vagina now, forced deep between the woman’s pussy lips as Eve’s thighs squeezed her daughter’s head. It hurt a little bit, but Paige didn’t care about that at all. Her face was covered with her mom’s juices and she was still licking and tasting and swallowing and coming all the same time, happier than she’d ever been before.

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“Fuck the little girl, fuck the little girl,” Angela whispered, more to herself than anyone else.

Tina watched the blonde woman masturbate, three fingers pumping rapidly in and out of her dripping pussy. It looked like she was almost ready to come. Tina was getting close too, rubbing her clit, but she wanted to try to wait if she possibly could, see what would happen with Bambi and Amanda.

The little girls were moving very quickly now, in almost perfect synch, small bodies in motion, pussies sliding together, clits kissing again and again and again. Tina heard Bambi breathing “yeah — yeah” with each pelvic thrust and her daughter Amanda moaning in reply every time she raised her hips to take another lunge.

Faster and faster they moved, their cries getting louder. Tina was almost there. She wanted to come so bad, but she really wanted to wait until, until, until — now — no more need to wait!

Amanda squealed in pleasure, wrapping her legs around Bambi’s bottom, pulling their pussies tightly together as she climaxed. Bambi went rigid, pushing herself up on her hands, head thrown back, face and chest bright red, her slim body shuddering with every orgasmic spasm. Tina fell on her side, gasping and groaning, her thighs clamped around her hands as she came again and again.

“FUCK!!” Angela cried “FUCK!!” as all four reached orgasm together.

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