The Joy of Looking, Chapter 16

  • Posted on May 2, 2015 at 3:20 pm

By Naughty Mommy

Fifteen minutes later they returned, coming through the front door into the other room. I could hear Kate and Molly gushing about how great the Cirque du Soleil show was. Then they all walked through the open adjoining door between our rooms.

“How are you feeling, honey?” asked my mom.

“Okay,” I answered, in a weak voice.

She sat on the bed and placed her hand on my forehead, acting worried. “I don’t think you have a temperature now, at least. How does your throat feel?”

“It’s a little better.”

She told my sisters she had decided I should sleep in the other room with her tonight. “So, you two will share this room, okay?”

Then my mother looked at me and said, “I told the girls as we were driving back that you got pretty hot earlier tonight, and I thought you might have a fever.”

Pretty hot is right, I thought, trying hard not to smile.

My sisters were quite happy to get the hotel room all to themselves like big girls, although they both expressed concern for me. I thanked them and went into the other room with my mother.

After a few minutes, my mom went to check on Molly and Kate. She made sure they had brushed their teeth, then tucked them in, kissed them goodnight, and left the room, turning out the light and closing the adjoining door.

I had already climbed into the second bed in my mother’s room. When she saw that, she smiled and came over to sit beside me. She kissed my lips, whispering, “Baby girl, I want us to sleep together tonight, in the same bed.”

That made me really excited, because we had never done that before, at least not since I was very little. As I started to get up, she said, quietly, “And, sweetie, do me a favor and take off your jammies too, okay?”

Smiling, I quickly pulled them off, then got happily into the other bed, her bed, and watched while my mother took off her clothes, slipped into a sexy nightgown, and washed her face and brushed her teeth.

Before getting into bed with me, she put on a little more of that perfume that I loved so much, then removed her nightgown, turned off the lamp, and slid naked under the sheets with me.

She held me very close to her. We cuddled for a few minutes as she tenderly kissed me. I loved the warm, soft feel of her bare skin on mine, and the scent of her exciting perfume.

Then she propped herself up on an elbow and looked searchingly into my eyes.

After a moment, she whispered, “Julie, darling, I want to make sure you’re all right about the things we did earlier tonight with Kim. And not only tonight, but also with, you know, all the things we did at home that night with Danni and Tracy and Melissa.”

She kissed me on the nose. “I realize that some of this stuff is pretty intense, and it could be too much for a young girl.”

“It’s okay, Mommy.”

She seemed very concerned. “I really want to be certain that it is. Sometimes I just… I get so excited that I start to lose control of myself. Like tonight, I probably let things go a little farther than I normally would. I hope it didn’t upset you or anything. Are you sure you’re okay?”

“Yes, I’m fine, Mom, I love being with you that way. It makes me happy.”

“I’m glad,” said my mother, kissing my cheek. “It makes me happy too. I’ve been worrying about it though. All the way driving to get the girls and then coming back tonight, I kept thinking that maybe we’d gone too far this time and it might have frightened you or something.”

I turned toward her, taking her face in my hands.

“Mom,” I whispered, “I promise, you can never go too far with me. I want it all. I really do. I want everything. So please don’t worry.”

She gazed at me for a moment in the dim light. “Julie, I love you so much.”

“I love you too, Mommy.”

She kissed me softly on the mouth, then bent down and gently kissed my nipple. After a few more tender kisses on the lips, we just held each other, cuddling, and soon fell asleep.

* * *

In the middle of the night, I woke up. Someone was behind me in the bed, moving around, panting and gasping. I quickly realized that it was my mom, of course.

I was on my side, facing away from her. I turned my head to ask if she was okay.

“Kiss me, Julie,” she said. “Kiss me!”

I rolled over toward her, put my hand on her cheek and kissed her lips while she masturbated.

My mother shoved her tongue into my mouth and immediately started to come.

It was a long, rolling orgasm for her. We kept kissing and she kept fingering herself, and it seemed like she had several climaxes. I held her, putting my hand on her breast and fondling her erect nipple. That made her even more excited.

After several minutes, she began settling down. I laid beside her and waited to see what she would do next.

What she did next is wipe the sweat from her face. “Wow,” she said. “That was intense.”

I waited some more.

She pushed down the sheets and fanned herself with her hand. She took several deep breaths and finally seemed to be under control again. “I’m sorry, sweetie, that I woke you up.”

“It’s fine,” I giggled, “you can wake me up like that any time you want.”

She giggled with me and we snuggled together.

“What happened,” she began, “was that I had this dream, an erotic, sexy dream. And I woke up and I was really wet, and I started touching myself. God, it was so hot. Whew!”

She was quiet for a minute, and then I asked, “What was the dream about?”

“It was, it was, um,” she stammered, “I, I’m not really sure I should tell you, honey.”

“Oh, come on, Mom, after everything else you’ve let me do with you?”

My mother giggled again and took a deep breath. “Well, okay, I suppose you’re right.”

She turned on her side to face me. “In the dream, I was in bed with you. Except it was not only with you, but also with Kate and Molly. All four of us in one bed. We were all naked, and the three of you, you and your sisters, were kissing me, getting me excited, rubbing your little hands all over my naked body, everywhere.”

“Wow,” I whispered, “but Kate’s only 10, and Molly just barely turned 8.”

“I know, honey, but after all, you’re only 12 years old yourself. And besides, it was just a dream. We can’t control the things we dream, but sometimes we can enjoy them very much. Like I did tonight.”

“So you liked it?” I asked. “In the dream, I mean, when all three of us were kissing you and touching you that way?”

“Yes, I liked it very much. It made me so excited. I can’t remember if I had an orgasm in the dream, but like I said, I was very wet when I woke up, and I was already on the edge of a climax. So I started touching myself, and then you woke up.”

“That’s a pretty hot dream, Mom.” I imagined my two little sisters naked in bed with us, all three of us touching my mother’s body at once, playing with her, kissing her, stimulating her sexually.

“Did you, um,” I began, “did you touch us, too, in your dream?”

“Yes, I did. I did. I touched you everywhere, all three of you. It was so exciting.”

My mother had started rubbing her pussy again. She looked into my eyes. “Will you masturbate with me, honey?”

“Right now?”

“Yes, I want to make myself come once more, and I would love it if I could watch you play with yourself and we could come at the same time.”

I agreed right away and we began. I was totally turned on by the story of her dream, the naughty, forbidden idea of a mother getting excited when her three little daughters — none older than 12! — are in bed with her, caressing her naked body.

Just thinking about that made my pussy very wet, and I was sure it would be easy for me to get close as we laid in bed facing each other and started rubbing ourselves.

My mom had already pushed down the sheets, and there was enough light in the room that we could see each other’s bodies and what we were doing. I watched as she held her breast in her hand and squeezed the nipple with her fingers while her other hand was working between her legs. She looked at my face and at my little breasts, but mostly down at my crotch, where I was rubbing my clit with one hand and the opening of my vagina with the other hand. She sometimes would lean in and kiss me on the lips, but mostly we just played with ourselves and gazed at each other, a sexy 31-year-old mom and her 12-year-old daughter watching and masturbating.

It didn’t take long for either of us to get very close. I could hear the sound of my mother’s fingers moving rapidly and wetly inside her cunt as she fucked herself, and I could tell by her breathing that she was on the verge of an orgasm. That made me want to come too, and I rubbed my clit a little harder and then I was ready.

“Mommy… I… I…” I whispered.

She held a finger to my lips. “Wait, baby.”

Then she asked me to turn onto my back, which I did, and she started to get on top of me. “Open up your legs, honey, open them wide.”

I did that too.

“Now touch yourself again,” she whispered.

My mother laid on me, kissing me, opening her lips and slipping her tongue into my mouth. I felt her breasts pressing against mine, and as we both reached down between our legs to continue masturbating, our hands touched. Our bodies were so close together that each time I moved my hand, or she moved hers, we were actually touching both pussies at once!

I was super excited by this and started rubbing myself harder. I could feel my mom’s pussy against the back of my hand, and I even tried to push up against her a little bit as I was rubbing my clit. Her sex felt hot and wet.

My mother’s hand was moving fast between her legs. She was fucking herself, and each time she moved her fingers in and out, they bumped against my vagina.

I was getting so close.

“Are you going to come?” she asked.

“Uh-huh.”

“Come for Mommy. Rub your little pussy and make yourself come for Mommy!”

And when I heard her say that, I did start to come.

My mother’s orgasm arrived at the same time as mine. She thrust her crotch against mine, and the only thing separating my mom’s pussy from my pussy was our hands. Our fingers entwined as we climaxed together. Our juices flowed and mixed. She put her mouth over mine and kissed me.

When we both finished coming, my mother lifted my hand and hers to our mouths, and we licked our wet fingers as we kissed — and now my mom’s hot pussy was right on top of mine.

We kissed for a long time that way, pressing our naked bodies close together, until finally my mother pulled gently away and whispered that we both needed to get some sleep.

“Okay, Mommy. I love you.”

She smiled and nuzzled her nose against mine. She kissed me once more, and then slid off of me. I turned on my side, and we spooned.

My mother took me in her arms, one hand holding my little breast, the other around my waist. She placed a few more soft kisses on my neck, and then, as I listened, her breathing gradually grew quieter. She was falling asleep.

I wasn’t able to go to sleep right away, though.

I couldn’t stop thinking about the erotic dream she’d had of me and my sisters in bed with her, touching her. Could that ever really happen? Maybe not, but then, it was pretty unlikely that I would have started doing what I was doing. So, why couldn’t they do the same things as me someday? And why couldn’t we do even more than that?

What would it be like, I wondered, if Kate was to join us in the ‘game’ my mother and I played together? I recalled that the first time I’d done it with my mom, about a year and a half earlier, I had been only 10 years old. And Kate was now 10. In fact, she was 10 and a half.

I thought about my sister. Her body was changing. Her boobs were already as big as mine, if not bigger. Did she have any pubic hair yet? Did she sometimes touch herself at night and get wet?

I wasn’t sure, but it made me excited to picture Kate that way. I was kind of thinking that maybe I should masturbate again, but my mother was sleeping so soundly next to me that I didn’t want to wake her up.

Instead, I just laid there in the dark and started replaying in my mind all the things my mom and I had done earlier that night with Kim. I thought about the many times and all the different ways we’d made ourselves and each other come. I tried to count how many total orgasms there were, between us. It was hard to remember all of it in detail, though, because some of it was sort of blurry, and as I mused, I gradually fell asleep.

Continue on to Chapter 17

1 Comment on The Joy of Looking, Chapter 16

  1. MrStrut says:

    NM I love your mind. Such erotic love making in this chapter and then her mom telling her about the dream with her sisters joining in. Man I love your writing. Looking forward to the next chapter.

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