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The Joy of Looking, Chapter 34

  • Posted on May 7, 2015 at 9:25 am

By Naughty Mommy

My mom and I finished our shopping, getting everything we needed, while continuing to sexually tease each other. At 5:30, we met Molly and Kate at the appointed place and headed out to the car.

“Are you girls hungry yet?” our mother asked as we started for home.

“I am!” chimed Kate and Molly in unison from the back seat.

“Me too,” I nodded, smiling.

“How about having fish and chips tonight? Does that sound good?”

We all clapped, since that was a treat our mother wouldn’t let us have very often. She fed us mostly healthy meals and not too much fried stuff, but once in a while she would give in and indulge us.

When we got to the pub that made our favorite fish and chips, Mommy parked the car and gave Kate some money, asking her to go in and place the order for us. We would take the dinner home and eat there. Molly asked if she could go in too, and my mom said okay.

So that left my mother and I alone in the car. Which apparently was what she had intended.

I’d noticed when we parked that she’d chosen a spot at the far end of the lot, well away from the other cars, even though there were several available spaces closer to the pub entrance. I hadn’t really thought much about it then, but now I saw the reason why.

The moment my sisters disappeared through the front door, Mommy unbuttoned and unzipped her jeans. Turning to me, she said, “Open up your legs, honey. Show me your pussy.”

She began masturbating as I shifted around in the seat, lifting my knee so she could look between my legs. I still wasn’t wearing any panties, of course, and I remembered then that she wasn’t either. In the mall, she had taken off her thong and given it to me. I reached into my coat pocket, found the thong and took it out. I sniffed it as I watched my mother playing with herself.

“I just can’t wait any longer,” she told me. “I really need to come.”

Her face was turning red and it was already shiny with sweat. She kept staring at my naked pussy. It made me a little nervous to be exposing myself that way in a public parking lot, but it was also very exciting. I reached between my legs and gently rubbed my clit.

“Are you wet, baby?” my mom asked.

“I think so.”

“Put your finger inside and, and let me see.”

I looked around first, making sure no other cars or pedestrians were anywhere near, then spread my pussy lips apart for her. While keeping an eye on the door of the pub, watching for Kate and Molly to come out, I placed a finger at the center of my vagina and pressed it in. I groaned with the pleasure this gave me, and pushed the finger in even deeper, as far as it would go.

“That’s my good girl. Fuck your pussy for Mommy. Mommy likes to watch you.”

Her fingers were moving really fast between her legs and I could tell by the way she was breathing that she was almost ready to come.

“Watch me, Mommy,” I said, “watch me fucking myself.”

I pulled the finger out a little and then pushed it back inside. I was very wet. My cunt was slippery and warm, making it easy to slide the finger in and out.

“God yes Julie, do it! Fuck yourself for Mommy!!”

I wasn’t very close to an orgasm yet, but she sure was. It amazed me to see her openly masturbating where anyone could observe her if they happened to be walking by.

“Oh yes!!” she cried as she started to come.

I fucked my pussy faster.

She was staring at my cunt. “God — yes — FUCK — FUCK!!”

My mother climaxed right there, sitting in our car in the parking lot. She came loudly and when she finished, she leaned her head back, closing her eyes, panting and sighing and licking her lips.

“Oh goddamn,” she said, “goddamn, that was good.”

She’d taken her hand out of her jeans and zipped them up in case my sisters came back, but she had both hands pressed between her legs, squeezing her crotch. The way her body would sometimes jerk a little, I thought that maybe she was still enjoying a few more spasms from her climax.

Only a minute later, the door to the pub opened and Molly and Kate came trotting toward the car, carrying our dinner.

“Here they come,” I warned, as I lowered my knee and turned to face forward in the seat again, smoothing my dress over my thighs.

Just before the girls arrived, I said, “Mommy,” and when my mother glanced over at me, I sucked my wet finger into my mouth. She smiled and gave me a wink.

* * *

After we finished eating, the four of us sat together on the big sofa in the family room (yes, that sofa) and watched TV for a while.

At 8:30, Mommy said, “Molly, it’s time for you to get ready for bed. Julie, will you go with her and make sure she brushes her teeth and everything? I need to have a little talk with Kate in her room. You come and get me when Molly’s in bed and I’ll tuck her in. Okay?”

“Okay, sure,” I nodded. My mom turned off the television and we all went upstairs.

Something changed for me that night.

I began looking at Molly in a different way than I ever had before. Up until then, she had always just been my cute baby sister. But after all the excitement at the mall, especially the experience of seeing the girl in the plaid skirt at the cafe and the little redhead in the doll store, when I looked at Molly’s smooth childish body that evening, I saw someone else.

As we sat on her bed, I pulled her heavy long-sleeved shirt off, her light undershirt coming with it. Her chest was completely flat, her nipples still small, just little pink dots. She was too young to be shy about nudity, and I was glad for that. She stood and pushed down her trousers, along with her undies. Her shoes and socks were already off. Now she was naked.

I couldn’t help it. I reached out and put my hands on her, on her little hips, turning her toward me. I felt how soft and smooth her skin was, how warm and perfect. I looked at her slit. So innocent and girlish. So childlike. So tempting.

I smiled at her. “You’re such a pretty girl, Molly.”

“Thank you.”

Her lovely eyes were big and blue, with long lashes. I wanted to kiss her. She was so pliant, so amenable, so willing to go along with what anyone said.

I didn’t kiss her though. Not then, anyway. I patted her little bottom, winked at her, and picked up her pajamas from the bed. “Come on, let’s get these on.”

She stepped into the bottoms, pulling them up, and I helped her get the top over her head. Then she went down the hall to brush her teeth. I waited in her room, feeling all jittery inside, both alarmed and aroused by my unfamiliar responses to seeing my sister naked. I squeezed my thighs together as I thought about her.

She was still the same Molly, of course. But now she was someone new, too. She was a girl I could imagine touching, a girl I wanted to touch. And not touch the way I always had, but in a sexual way. I could see myself getting in bed with her and kissing her, putting my hand between her legs, rubbing my fingers over that puffy white slit of hers, and…

Whoa.

I was extremely excited, my pussy juicy and tingling. What had come over me? First, it was my mother, then Kate, and now 8-year-old Molly! I wanted to have lesbian sex with everyone in my family!!

I shook my head, trying to clear it and stay focused on the job of getting innocent little Molly ready for bed.

When she returned, done with her teeth, we sat together and I brushed her curly blonde hair for a few minutes, telling her how pretty and soft it was. Then I got her into bed.

As I leaned over to give her a hug and a kiss, I felt her hands on my chest. It seemed for a moment almost as if Molly was grabbing for my boobs — but then I thought, no, that’s obviously ridiculous. It’s just my wild erotic imagination getting the better of me.

I kissed her, telling her I would have Mommy come in and say goodnight. Then I left the room, closing her door behind me. I stood for a moment, breathing deeply, trying to collect myself. When I thought I was ready, I stepped across the hall and knocked on Kate’s door.

“Come in,” I heard my mother say.

They were sitting side by side on Kate’s bed, very close, their thighs touching. They were both still fully dressed, except their shoes were off. But the way their faces appeared flushed made me wonder if they had been kissing.

“Um, I got Molly in bed, you can tuck her in now if you want.”

“Okay,” my mom smiled. “Thank you, darling, I’ll be there in a minute.”

Back in my own room, I quickly got myself ready for bed. It was still fairly early, not even 9:00, and I wasn’t sleepy yet, but I had a lot to think about.

I lay on my back for a while, looking up at the ceiling, then turned onto my side as I pondered things. I remembered the sexy dream my mother had told me about on our Sea World trip, about having all three of her daughters naked in bed with her, kissing and touching. Then I recalled the bizarre erotic vision I’d had one night of performing sexually with my mom in front of an audience of nude women and girls, with some of the girls being as young as Molly, and even younger. What did it all mean?

At the mall, in the doll store, I’d asked my mother if it was really okay for me to have sexual fantasies about such young girls, and she had told me it was “more than okay.” But what if some of the things I thought about were no longer fantasies — what if they became reality? Could they?

Just how young was too young for sex, I wondered… I was 12 and Kate was 10, and I was sure we were both ready. Or at least we both thought about it an awful lot, and we could give ourselves orgasms without much difficulty. Could a younger girl do that too? Would an 8-year-old, like Molly, be able to have a climax?

Thinking about that made me start to get excited again. I closed my eyes and pictured my cute little sister in bed, naked and touching herself. I imagined her rubbing her slit, getting wet — and of course I was getting wet too as I fantasized about her. I turned onto my stomach, my hand reaching under me, stroking my pussy while I pretended I was in her bed with her, on top of her, pressing my body against hers.

I imagined touching Molly everywhere, kissing her, licking her… and then I imagined four other little girls joining us, the girls from the mall that day… a flirtatious brunette in a short skirt and white tights who was getting herself naked for us… a pair of blonde twins watching me with Molly and touching each other as they looked on, arousing each other… and a darling redhead, only 6 or 7 years old, the youngest one of all, taking off her pretty black dress, pulling down her panties, getting in bed with us… in my fantasy I saw the youngest one climb on top of Molly, and then they were kissing, two beautiful girls with smooth white bodies, holding each other, kissing wetly… and the other girls were with us too, touching me, rubbing their hands all over me, bringing me…

I had so many orgasms that night as I imagined the possibilities, all the different ways those five girls and I could be with each other. It was an unending delight to think about the variations of having sex with all those little bodies, those flat chests and hairless cunnies and sweet young mouths.

Finally I opened my eyes and looked at the clock. It was nearly 10:30. I’d been masturbating for an hour and a half straight and my pussy was actually starting to feel a bit sore. I switched off the lamp and turned onto my back, sighing deeply. I still wasn’t sure I was ready for sleep, but probably I didn’t need to rub myself any more that night.

What a day it had been! I’d started in the morning, coming several times in my bed, then again a few times in the shower, then in the ladies room at the mall, and who knows how many more times tonight. I was definitely giving my pussy a serious workout.

I heard a knock at my door. Was it my mom?

The door opened, and it turned out to be Kate. “Are you awake?” she whispered.

“Yeah,” I answered. “Come in.”

She closed the door and quickly came over to my bed in the dim light. “Can I get in with you?”

“Sure.” I opened the covers and let her climb in. I could see that she was wearing bikini undies and a tight tank top. I was in a big t-shirt but with no panties on.

“I promise I won’t stay for very long,” she said, snuggling close to me. “I know it’s late and we have to go to sleep, but I couldn’t possibly wait to come and tell you what happened.”

“It’s okay,” I smiled, “you can stay as long as you want.”

My sister gave me a quick kiss and scrunched in even closer. Her face was right next to mine.

“Mommy was with me in my room until a few minutes ago,” she began. “We, um, we masturbated again, and oh, Julie, it was so nice. I just love doing that with her. And also with you too. I mean, I guess I just love doing it, period.”

“Me too, a lot,” I giggled, and she giggled with me.

“But, um, mostly that wasn’t what we did,” she continued. “I mean, mostly we just talked. We talked for a long time. She wanted to know all about the stuff I thought about, like what kinds of girls I like and everything. She asked me who I liked at school, and I told her about Monica, even though of course I haven’t ever done anything with her and probably never will, but it was just so nice to talk with her about all that stuff. You know?”

“Yeah, I do know.”

Then it was quiet for a minute. Kate and I were lying very close to one another, warm beneath the covers. I put my hand on her cheek. I brought my lips close to hers. We kissed, ever so softly and tenderly.

After the first kiss, she moaned and pressed herself against me, kissing me more deeply. When she pulled away, she licked her lips and said, “But you know what?”

“What?”

“Did you ever, um, when you masturbate with Mommy, have you ever done it where she gets really close to you and lets you, like, watch her and see everything? I mean, so close that you can, um, you can even smell her pussy and stuff?”

“Yeah, I have. That’s so hot, isn’t it?”

“God, it’s awesome. Totally freak-out amazing. Mommy is like… I don’t know, she’s just so sexy!”

“Did you come too?” I asked.

“Uh-huh, twice,” she grinned. “The second time while Mommy was right down between my legs, looking at me. Then she asked — omigod, Julie, she asked if she could taste me! You know, like you do sometimes, licking my fingers.”

“Nice.”

“Yeah, it really really was.”

After a short pause, Kate turned to look at the clock, sighing. “Okay, I promised not to stay very long, and I guess for once I’ll try to be good and not break the rules. Although in that case I probably shouldn’t be here at all. Oh well.”

That made me laugh. I gave her a big hug. We kissed a few more times and then she got out of bed. She paused for a moment, holding my hand. “I love you, Julie.”

“I love you too, darling Katie.”

“G’night.”

“G’night.”

Continue on to Chapter 35

The Joy of Looking, Chapter 33

  • Posted on May 7, 2015 at 9:16 am

By Naughty Mommy

The next thing I knew, it was Sunday morning. I was in my bed, naked. It was still early, only a few minutes after 7:00 according to the clock, and the house was completely quiet.

I was lying on my stomach, with one leg drawn up. I remembered then that when I’d fallen into bed the night before, I had not masturbated as I usually would. I’d been too enraptured by the joy of being in love with my mother to do anything else but just lie there and bask in a warm happy glow.

Now, though, I was ready to give my pussy some serious attention.

I started by reaching under myself and caressing my clit for a few minutes. Soon I was humping my hands and bringing myself to a shuddering climax. After that, I turned over onto my back and rubbed myself again, but this time in addition to massaging my hard clit, I used my other hand to find that little hole in the center of my vagina and slide my finger inside.

Oh my god, it was so amazing how good that felt. After I had another powerful orgasm, I pulled my finger out and tasted myself, then put it back inside and fucked myself some more. I recalled that my mom had said if I did it a lot I would be able to stretch my hymen and get my fingers in even deeper. I thought that seemed like excellent advice.

I masturbated in my bed for another half hour or so, then got up and took a shower. I masturbated in the shower, too, enjoying two more orgasms. When I was finally done and drying myself off, I could still feeling my pussy tingling. I wondered if it would stay that way all day.

I was so turned on that morning. Even as I was getting dressed, I couldn’t help reaching between my legs and petting myself again and again. Were all 12-year-old girls as horny as I was? I wasn’t sure — but I decided, for once, not to drive myself crazy by worrying about everything.

By that time, I could hear some moving around downstairs. It sounded like Mommy and Molly were up. I guessed that Kate was still asleep.

When I came into the kitchen, my mom gave me a nice warm kiss on the lips. She’d begun to cook some breakfast sausage and was planning to make waffles. I asked if I could help. She smiled and kissed me again, giving my bottom a squeeze, then assigned me the task of watching and turning the sausage while she prepared the waffle batter.

After breakfast, we did a few chores and then just goofed around for a while.

At one point, Mommy got down on the floor with Molly to look at the Sunday comics with her. She was on her knees in a pair of tight jeans, bending over and leaning on her elbows, her rear end sticking up invitingly. I could barely restrain myself from starting to masturbate once more right there in the family room as I admired her body. Instead, I got up and sauntered over to the bookcase, making sure to take a route that would give me the best view of her.

While leafing through the encyclopedia, pretending to look something up, I stared at my mother’s bottom, wishing I could pull down her jeans and lick her. Squeezing my legs together to stimulate my pussy, I thought to myself, what was that word again? Oh, yes, insatiable. That’s me, all right!

Kate came into the room just then from the kitchen, where she’d been cleaning up the breakfast dishes. When she saw her, Mommy sat up and said, “Girls, I was thinking maybe we could go to the mall later today, after we have lunch, and do some Christmas shopping, okay?”

We all thought that sounded like a great idea.

Around noon we ate a light meal before going out, just sandwiches made with leftover grilled veggies from dinner a few nights earlier. (Our mother didn’t like to have us to eat in the food court at the mall because she said the food there was “gross.”)

As she pulled the car into a spot at the mall parking garage, Mommy said, “Okay, here’s the plan.” She shut off the engine and turned to us.

“What I think we should do is split up into two teams. First, Molly will go with me so we can look for things for you two,” she nodded at me and Kate, “and Julie, you and Kate can look for things for us.”

Looking at her watch, she continued, “Then, say at about 3:00, we’ll meet up for a snack and divide the teams again. Molly, you can go with Kate after that and look for stuff for me and Julie, and I’ll go with Julie and we’ll look for things for you two girls. All right?”

We all nodded.

She reached into her purse and took out some cash, giving me and Kate each $200 to spend. “And don’t forget, you need to think about getting something for Grandpa Ray and for Grandma June too, okay? If you need some more money later, just ask me. Are we all set?”

We were. We went into the mall together, and Mommy showed us the cafe where we would meet up at 3:00, in a little less than two hours. Then we split up into our teams.

Kate and I spent about half our time shopping and half our time looking around at the other girls in the mall, poking each other and giggling when we saw someone we liked. Now that we’d each openly confirmed our sexual orientation, we had a lot of fun comparing our tastes and teasing each other about what we might do with the hot females we saw if we could be alone with them.

“That one, Julie,” said Kate, grabbing my arm.

We were in the lingerie department at Lord & Taylor. She was looking at a young woman, probably in her mid-twenties, browsing through the bras and panties. A tall blue-eyed blonde with a stunning figure, the woman looked even taller in the high heels she was wearing. Her legs were long and shapely and smooth. Even in winter, they were beautifully tanned.

I wondered for a moment what it would be like to see that body naked in a tanning booth, and then I began to picture the woman touching herself, masturbating for me as I watched her and as she looked at me watching her. I felt a flood of excitement and I actually had to turn away so I wouldn’t be too overwhelmed by the sensations.

“Are you okay?” asked my sister.

“Yeah,” I said, fanning myself with my hand while trying to not be too obvious about it. “I’m okay. It’s just, um… why don’t we go look over there now? Maybe I’ll get Mommy some slippers.”

It seemed that no matter where I looked that day, I found more fuel for my fiery sexual fantasies. In the section with slippers and pajamas and robes, we came upon a very pretty brunette, about 35 years old, with two daughters, equally pretty. They all had long lustrous hair, flowing over their shoulders. The older girl was about 14, the younger one only 9 or 10. Kate didn’t seem as interested in them as I did — she had a preference for blondes — but I couldn’t take my eyes off of them. Immediately I started to imagine the pretty mom and her daughters in bed together, all of them naked, kissing and touching each other.

A little later, my sister and I stopped in at the Victoria’s Secret store. It was totally crowded, since it was less than two weeks before Christmas, and we checked out a lot of really nice-looking girls in there. Unfortunately, though, I couldn’t see either Melissa or Tracy. Maybe they had the day off or something. That was a little disappointing.

When 3:00 o’clock came, Kate and I each had picked out a few things to get for Mommy and Molly, and we both had about half our money left. We were careful about our spending, good at managing our money thanks to our mother’s diligent training.

We made our way back to the cafe and found them waiting for us. As we were sitting down, a cute young girl at the table next to us caught my eye. She was maybe 8 or 9 years old, accompanied by an older woman, most likely her grandmother.

The reason the girl grabbed my attention was not only because she was very attractive, but also because of the way she looked at me. From the moment Kate and I walked in, she seemed to have spotted me. I’d noticed her right away too, and as I was taking my seat, I glanced over at her again. She smiled prettily and my heart skipped a beat.

The little beauty had dark shoulder-length hair with auburn highlights, gorgeous brown eyes, pink lips, and delicate pale skin scattered with a few freckles. Her face was lovely and what I could see of her body was excellent too. She had a big jacket on, but her slender legs were nicely displayed in white tights under a very short tartan plaid skirt.

After all the other sexy girls I’d been ogling that day, I was already very aroused, and now seeing this one made me that much more excited.

Mom was drinking coffee and Molly had hot chocolate with whipped cream. That looked good to me, so I decided to order one, and so did Kate. But even before my cocoa arrived, I was definitely feeling a warm glow inside — right between my legs.

From where I was sitting, I had a perfect view of the young brunette. God, she was delicious-looking. The grandmother had her nose in a paperback book and wasn’t paying much attention to her.

As I watched, the girl turned in her seat toward me and opened her legs. Yes, she really did!

She didn’t open them all the way or anything, just sat with her knees well apart, the way little girls will do. It appeared innocent enough to others, perhaps, but to me this was an intensely erotic pose and quite deliberate. Maybe I was imagining it, given how sexually fixated I was that day, but I could swear I saw a gleam in the child’s eye as she saw me staring between her legs.

I was wearing a red dress with white buttons up the front. It came to just above my knees when I was standing. Sitting down, of course, the dress rode up a bit, and as I shifted in my chair, I was able to make it show even more of my thighs. I was wearing flat black shoes and my legs were bare. I turned a little toward the girl, letting her get a good look at me.

She smiled again, swinging her legs, which didn’t quite reach the floor, and spreading her knees further apart. This had the action of pulling her short skirt up high enough that I could see all the way to her crotch. My mouth was watering at the sight of her.

Just then, unfortunately, the girl’s grandmother decided it was time for them to go. She gathered up her things, took the child’s hand, and they left. The young seductress glanced over her shoulder one more time as they walked away, giving me a last flirtatious wink.

By now, my pussy was positively dripping. I wanted to come so bad. I took a big gulp of my hot chocolate, finishing it, and then excused myself to go to the restroom.

One other person was in the ladies room, a heavyset woman standing at the mirror, touching up her lipstick. As I entered a stall and closed the door behind me, she completed the job and walked out, leaving me alone.

I sat down on the seat and spread my legs apart, pulling up my dress. Peering down at my red panties, I could clearly see a dark spot, right in the middle. That’s how wet I was. I put my hand inside the panties and touched myself. It took only a few strokes of my clit, maybe half a minute or so, and then I was coming. This may have been the quickest orgasm of my life, but it was a good one! I was glad there was no one else in the restroom, because they definitely would have heard me.

After I finished, panting and licking my lips, I lifted my hand to my mouth and tasted myself. Then I stood up and pulled the panties down and off. I tucked them into the pocket of my coat and left the stall. I purposely did not wash my hands.

Returning to our table, I saw that my mom was watching me closely. Her smile made me think she knew what I’d been up to. I gave her a saucy grin that I hoped would convey my heightened state of arousal.

My sisters were done with their cocoa, so my mother got the check and paid it. Then we split up once more. Mom gave Molly some money to spend (actually she gave it to Kate to hold on to for Molly), and we agreed to meet up again in two hours, at about 5:30.

As we watched Kate and Molly walk away, chatting excitedly, my mother pulled me to the side of the cafe entrance, into kind of a secluded spot. She lifted both of my hands to her face, sniffing them.

“Were you doing what I think you were doing in the ladies room, honey?” she asked.

I nodded, smiling. “Uh-huh.”

“That’s nice.” Looking around to make sure no one else would see, my mom took two of my fingers into her mouth, briefly sucking on them. She’d picked the correct hand. Then she gave me a tender kiss on the lips.

“Mom?” I said, after the kiss.

“Yes?”

“I took off my panties. Now I’m not wearing any.” I drew them out of my pocket partway so she could see them.

She smiled. “That’s my good girl, my hot sexy Julie. Is your pussy still wet?”

“Uh-huh,” I nodded again.

“Was it that pretty little thing in the plaid skirt?” She must have noticed the brunette too, and probably observed our mutual flirtation.

“Yeah, it was her,” I confirmed, and added, giggling, “plus about a hundred other girls I saw today.”

My mom squeezed my hand and gave me another quick kiss. Then we started off to do our Christmas shopping, just an ordinary mother and daughter, ha-ha!

We actually did do some shopping, but we did a lot of other things besides. Like looking at attractive girls and women and commenting on them and teasing each other sexually.

Often when we were inside a store, my mother would press up close to me, rubbing her breasts against my arm through her thin blouse (she wasn’t wearing a bra), or reaching down to squeeze my bottom. I’d taken off my coat, and my dress had short sleeves, so I could easily feel her erect nipples brushing over my skin. A couple of times as she was caressing my ass, my mom whispered something in my ear about wanting to reach under my dress to feel my naked pussy.

If I’d been wet before, now I was getting really wet!

And so was she, as I soon discovered.

We were in a little fashion boutique looking at some fun jewelry to get for Kate when we spotted a pair of twin sisters. They were around my age, or maybe a year younger, and they were incredibly cute and fit, with slim athletic bodies like gymnasts. The girls had sandy blonde hair and blue eyes and they couldn’t seem to keep their hands off each other, constantly touching and stroking as they looked at earrings together.

“Do you see what I see?” asked my mom.

“Yep.”

“God, they’re hot.”

“They sure are.”

“Mmm, one of the twins sitting on my face and the other between my legs, licking me…” my mother breathed as she rubbed her tits against my arm.

“I’d love to see that,” I told her.

“And when they finished with me, then they could start on you.”

I shivered with desire, squeezing my legs together. I wasn’t really going to come that way, but I wasn’t very far from it, either.

We bought a few things for Kate and went to the store next door. It was a doll shop. I wanted to look in there for Molly, since I knew how much she enjoyed playing with her Barbies. I thought I might find something she would really like.

What I found was something I really liked — an adorable young girl with curly red hair, wearing a tiny black dress that barely came down below her bottom. She was only about 6 or 7 years old, really cute and full of energy. She had frilly little white socks on her feet, along with black patent leather shoes. As the girl bounced around the store looking at stuff, bending over at the waist or reaching up high and standing on her tiptoes, I got several good looks at her tight white panties and her perfect pink butt cheeks that peeked out at me.

My mom noticed me watching the child.

She came up and stood directly behind me, wrapping one arm around my waist and pressing herself against me while pretending to reach out with the other arm to point at a doll on a shelf. But instead of commenting on the doll, she asked, in a quiet voice, “How would you like to get that as a gift on Christmas morning? Wouldn’t it be fun opening it up and looking inside?”

I knew what she was saying, and my pussy tingled as I thought about it.

When the sexy redhead in the short dress trotted around to a different aisle, out of our lustful view for the moment, I turned to my mother, looking into her eyes.

“She’s… but she’s so young, though…” I whispered. I could feel my face reddening. “Is that really okay?”

Glancing around to make sure that no one else was close enough to hear, my mom said, “Yes, of course it’s okay, honey. It’s more than okay.”

She smiled at me and licked her lips. “When I see you looking at little girls that way, Julie, it drives me insane. It makes me want to… well, um… wait just a minute.”

My mom walked quickly to the sales counter and asked one of the attendants something. Then she headed for the rear of the store, stepping through a closed door.

A minute later, she came out and returned to me. She took my hand in hers and led me behind a rack of doll accessories where nobody could see us. Then she opened her other hand and held it out. I saw a dark blue thong that apparently she’d been wearing under her tight jeans.

“Look at it, baby,” she said. “Look at how wet it is.”

I took the thong from her and examined it. The crotch was very wet with her juices and still even a little warm. I looked up into my mother’s eyes. As she watched, I raised the thong to my lips and kissed the wet spot.

“Mmm…” she moaned.

“Did you masturbate?” I whispered.

“No, not yet. I really want to, though.”

She didn’t do it then, but she certainly would, a little later that day, in a most surprising place!

Continue on to Chapter 34

The Joy of Looking, Chapter 32

  • Posted on May 7, 2015 at 9:08 am

By Naughty Mommy

I was hoping when we got home from dinner that night that my mother might want to have a little excitement with me, or maybe with even with Kate and me together. First, though, she had to take the babysitter home. And by the time she got back, Kate and I were both in our rooms. Molly was already asleep, of course.

Mommy stopped and knocked at my bedroom door, giving me a quick kiss and saying goodnight, and I heard her do the same with Kate. Then she went to her own room.

After deliberating for fifteen minutes or so, I made up my mind. I had something I really needed to talk with her about, and also, I thought, it might just lead to the sort of erotic encounter I was seeking.

“Mom?” I knocked softly on her door.

“Come in, honey.”

She was sitting up in bed with her reading glasses on. Next to her was a stack of folders filled with legal papers, the kind she often would bring home from the office to study at night and on the weekends.

“Oh, are you busy?”

“No, it’s fine,” she said, taking off her glasses and setting down the folder she was holding. She patted a spot on the bed beside her. “Come and sit down, darling girl.”

I smiled and sat next to her. My mom was in a sleeveless baby blue nightgown with a scooped neckline. It was opaque but clearly revealed the shape of her full breasts. I was wearing a big t-shirt and pink bikini panties.

She pushed the papers away and pulled me close, hugging me and kissing my cheek. “Tell me, sweetheart, what’s on your mind?”

I leaned into her, cuddling, feeling happy and loved. She stroked my hair and kissed the top of my head. For a minute I just lay there, enjoying the warm intimacy. But I was also delaying the start of what I wanted to ask, because I was unsure of how to begin.

Finally, though, I ventured, “Mommy, I’ve been… there’s something I’ve been thinking about, something sort of, um, hard to talk about…”

“Now, you know you can talk to me about anything, no matter what it is, don’t you?”

I nodded and answered softly, “Yeah.”

She kissed my head again and waited for me to go on.

“So, um, it’s just, um…”

I took a deep breath and slowly let it out. Why did I find it so difficult to talk about certain things? I tried to start again. “It’s when I, you know, when I, um, when I masturbate…”

I hesitated once more. She waited.

“When I masturbate, I wonder if I should try something. Something I haven’t done before.”

“Yes? And what is that?”

“Well, it’s… you know how sometimes when you masturbate — and other girls I’ve seen too — you know how sometimes you put your finger inside? And you push it in way far?”

“Uh-huh…”

“So, would it be safe for me to try that too? I kind of want to, but I’m afraid it might hurt, or I might do something wrong, or I might, I don’t know, maybe break something.”

My mother chuckled. “Are you talking about your hymen?”

“What’s that?”

“Don’t you know?”

“My hymen? Um, I’ve heard the word, but I don’t know for sure what it means.”

“Well, the hymen is sort of, uh, it’s like a partial covering just inside the entrance of your vagina. You might already have felt it and not even realized it, depending.”

“Okay.”

Then she said, “You haven’t started getting your period yet, right?”

“No.”

“I didn’t think so. I figured you would tell me if you had. Probably you will pretty soon, though, maybe within the next year or so. When you do, don’t be afraid. We’ve talked about it before. You know, you’ll see a little blood in your panties.”

“I know.”

“Okay. Anyway, you’ll want to start using a tampon during your period, and at that point we can talk about your hymen some more, because you’ll need to know about it when you’re putting in your tampon.”

“Can’t we talk about it now?” I asked, sitting up to look at her.

“You mean about using tampons, when you get your period?”

“No, I mean about putting my finger inside. You know, when I, when I masturbate.”

“Oh! Yes, certainly we can talk about that now, honey, if you want to.”

“I do,” I nodded.

“Okay, then, what did you want to ask me?” She gazed steadily into my eyes, a gentle smile on her lips. I felt all her love for me and began to melt a little inside, like chocolate in a slowly warming pan. I was getting creamy between my legs.

I licked my lips and said, “Um, I guess… what does, what does it feel like?”

“When you put your finger inside?”

“Yeah.”

“Well,” she began, “it feels good, of course. Very good, or otherwise I wouldn’t do it so much.”

My mom winked when she said that, and I giggled.

“You’ll find that it’s soft and warm inside your vagina, Julie, and kind of juicy, especially if you’re very aroused.” She laid her head back on the pillow behind her and closed her eyes. “It’s all so smooth and sensual and pleasurable.”

“Tell me more,” I urged.

“All right… so, let’s see, when I put a finger inside myself, it feels like it’s filling up a place that needs to be filled up… that’s why sometimes I’ll use two fingers instead of one, to fill it up even more.”

“Okay.”

“And then… you’ve seen how I like to, uh, to kind of move my fingers in and out, sliding them in and out of my pussy… then reaching deep inside, very deep, and pressing my fingertips in just the right places. Mmm, it feels, just…”

She paused a moment, as if trying to make up her mind about something. Then she raised her head and looked at me. “Do you, would you like to try it now, sweetie?”

“Try it?”

“Yes, and I can… I can help you,” said my mother, in a husky voice.

I licked my lips. I was feeling very excited, but also a bit nervous. “Okay, but will it, um, is it safe?”

“Sure it is. I’ll show you how.”

My mom got onto her knees, saying, “Let’s get these things out of the way first,” and dropped the stack of folders onto the floor. Then she shifted around on the bed until she was in front of me. She put her hands on my knees and spread my legs apart, letting her fingernails run slowly up the insides of my thighs, driving me crazy with lust. I was sure I was dripping.

Just as her hands almost reached my pussy, she slipped her fingers into the waistband of my hot pink bikini panties and started tugging at them. I lifted my bottom and she pulled the panties down my legs. When they were off, she looked inside them.

“No blood yet,” she smiled, “but I think I see something else here.”

She sniffed the crotch of my undies and then kissed the wet spot, leering at me. I was astounded by her brazen sexuality, and also very turned on by it!

“All right now, honey…” My mom stared at my pussy for a moment before her eyes traveled up to my face and then to my t-shirt. “Um, take off your shirt for me.”

I pulled the t-shirt over my head, tossing it aside. I was naked in front of her, a naked 12-year-old girl.

She studied my body — my spread legs, my vulva, my narrow waist, my little tits, my mouth — as she looked at my mouth, my mother licked her lips.

“Julie, you’re so exciting to me,” she breathed, and she leaned forward to kiss me.

I closed my eyes and parted my lips, receiving her kiss. Meanwhile, I was trembling all over. What had she meant when she said she was going to help me, or show me how? Was my mommy going to put her finger inside me??

She kissed me very softly and tenderly on the lips, letting her tongue have just the briefest flirtation with mine, and then sat back again.

Taking a deep breath, my mother said, “Now, sweetie, put your hands between your legs.” As I did, she arranged herself on the bed so she was laying on her stomach with her face only a few inches from my crotch.

“Spread your lips apart,” she instructed. I used my fingers to open my labia.

“A little further. Good, that’s better. Now keep holding your pussy open for me with one hand, and give me your other hand.”

She took the hand I offered, and said, “I’m going to guide your fingers and tell you what you’re touching, okay? So you’ll know exactly what you’re doing the whole time and we can be careful. I promise it won’t hurt.”

I nodded to her, still feeling nervous and yet highly aroused at the same time. “Okay,” I murmured.

“You already know about your labia, of course, and I know you know where your clit is, because I’ve seen you rubbing it plenty of times.” She grinned, and I tried to chuckle in response, but what came out sounded more like a grunt.

“Are you okay, baby?” my mom asked.

“Yeah, I… I’m fine.”

“You just tell me if you want to stop at any point, all right? We don’t have to do this if you don’t want to.”

“No, I do. I, I really do want to.”

“You’re sure?”

“Uh-huh.”

“Okay,” she smiled, “so do I. Very much.”

I smiled down at her, trying to calm my jittery nerves, wanting to focus more attention on what she was saying and forget, if I could, about my silly worries.

My mom was still holding my hand in hers. As I watched, she took it into her mouth, sucking on my first three fingers, making them nice and wet.

I loved the feel of my fingers in her mouth, her tongue caressing them. I began to wonder if that’s what it might feel like to have my fingers inside her vagina. And as I thought about that, my fears went away. I was left with an incredible desire for my mother, to have sex with her, to do everything with her, to give myself up completely to her. God, I wanted her so much!

She took my fingers out of her mouth and placed them at the opening of my vagina. Using both of her hands, she positioned my fingers where she wanted them.

“What you’re touching now, baby, that’s your hymen.” She looked up at me. “Can you feel it?”

“Yeah, I guess.”

“Right here, in the middle,” she moved my fingers slightly, “feel this little hole? That leads to the inside of your vagina.”

“Okay.”

My mom looked up at me again, apparently checking to make sure I wanted to continue. I smiled at her and she smiled too and blew me a little kiss.

“Now, sweetheart, I’ll help you put your finger a little way inside. You’ll be able to push it in without hurting your hymen and move it around some. All right?”

“All right.”

“The more you do that, the more you’ll stretch the hymen, and the deeper you can put your finger in the next time. So if you do it a lot, if you practice a lot — if you masturbate a lot and fuck yourself a lot, making yourself come that way again and again — gradually you’ll be able to put your fingers in even further.”

I thought about my sister Kate, about how I had seen her pressing a finger far up inside herself. I wondered how long she had been doing it that way. Had she started masturbating at a younger age than I did? Had she torn her hymen a long time ago? Or had she just known somehow to be careful and gradually stretch it out?

“So, are you ready to try?” my mother asked.

“Um, yeah, I guess.”

“Are you sure you really want to?”

“Yeah, I — sorry, I really have to stop saying ‘I guess’ all the time when I mean I do. I do want to try it. If you think it won’t hurt too much, that is.”

“No, it won’t hurt. Not if you’re careful. In fact, it should feel very nice.”

My mom lifted my hand to her mouth again, this time sucking on my index finger alone. She looked into my eyes as she caressed my finger with her tongue, and I could tell how much she wanted me.

“Okay, here we go,” she said in a sultry voice. “Start rubbing your clit with your other hand.”

She watched as I did.

“Oh god, Julie, I love seeing you play with yourself that way. It makes me so wet.”

Holding my hand in hers, she placed my index finger at the opening of my vagina and helped me slowly push it in.

I closed my eyes, enjoying the familiar and wonderful sensation from rubbing my clit. I also wanted to concentrate on everything my finger would feel when it went inside me without being distracted by what I could see.

“That’s my girl,” I heard her whisper. She pressed a little on my hand, easing my finger further in.

As she had said, it felt warm and wet inside. It was very tight too, not really an open space at all, like I’d thought it might be. It was more like an envelope, a hot, juicy envelope surrounding my finger. It felt so good.

“Good girl, good little girl… fuck yourself with your finger…”

I could hear my mother whispering, though it seemed it was more to herself than to me. I could also feel movement on the bed, as though she was masturbating while she assisted me.

I didn’t open my eyes. I wanted to focus on how it all felt, to be rubbing my clit and to be putting my finger up inside my cunt. Mmm, it’s so nice. A little deeper now, yes, and even more. Oh my god, why did I ever wait so long to try this?

“Fuck yourself, baby. Fuck yourself.”

The movements on the bed were becoming more exaggerated. I could hear what was happening, that squishy wet slapping sound that meant my mom was fucking her pussy with her fingers very rapidly.

I rubbed my clit faster. I wanted to come. I wanted to come for my mommy while she was watching me. I tried to push my finger inside even further, but then I felt a sort of tugging, and I knew I’d gone as far as I could for now. I wiggled my finger a little and that felt nice. Then I tried pulling it out partway and pushing it back in, and that felt really nice. I did it some more.

“Fuck your pussy, baby girl. Fuck your pussy for Mommy!”

I opened my eyes now and looked at my mom, laying on the bed.

She’d pulled her panties down. They were dangling around one ankle, pretty blue undies that matched her nightie. She had one hand on my thigh, close to my pussy. Her other arm was under her, reaching between her legs. She was staring at my vagina as I moved my finger slowly in and out.

“Mommy,” I breathed, not even loud enough for her to hear.

Then, as I watched, she shifted up a little higher on the bed, until her mouth was right next to my pussy. She stared at my finger a moment longer, and then turned her head to the side and kissed my leg, the tender skin on the inner part of my thigh. It felt so nice and warm and loving. And very arousing.

She kissed me there again, a wet kiss, letting her full lower lip linger on my thigh. I rubbed my clit still faster and pushed my finger up inside my vagina, as deep as I could. My mother’s eyes were fastened on my cunt. Turning her head slightly forward, she kissed me once more, but now her mouth was almost on my pussy, at the point where my leg met my crotch. When she kissed me this time, she used her tongue, licking me.

I started to come.

As I climaxed, my legs suddenly came together. I couldn’t help it, it’s just what happened. I almost always do that when I come. And this time I came really hard.

My thighs pressed together, and my mom’s head was trapped between them. I don’t think she minded, though. I heard her starting to come at the same time as me, heard her panting and moaning, and I felt her tongue licking my fingers, her warm wet tongue on my fingers where I was rubbing my clit and fucking myself. Her tongue may even have slipped between my fingers and licked my pussy too.

I really don’t know for sure… because my orgasm was so strong and my eyes were squeezed shut and I couldn’t think of anything but the blazing burning throbbing heat at my center where my finger was inside me and I could actually feel my cunt clamping down on my finger fuck yes push it deeper oh god I’m coming again don’t stop don’t ever stop watch me Mommy while I come I’m coming for you Mommy watch me Mommy watch me come…

It took a long time for that orgasm to be complete. It was amazing. So fulfilling, and so intense, like my whole body, my whole being was concentrated just in that one spot where I was fucking myself. It seemed to go on forever, and it made me a very happy girl.

I don’t think my mother really licked my pussy that night. Maybe a little bit, but mostly just my fingers. I think so, anyway. Like I said, I’m not sure because I was totally preoccupied with my climax.

When I got my senses back, calming down enough to relax the grip my thighs had on my mom’s head, and then opened up my eyes, I saw her looking at me. She was propped up on her elbows and had a big smile on her face.

“Did you like it, sweetie?” she asked.

“Oh my god, yeah, it was awesome. Now I wanna do it again!” I realized then that my finger was still inside my vagina. I actually pressed it in a little further and wiggled it around. It felt so good.

My mother chuckled, leaning down to kiss me again at that spot just between my leg and my pussy. It made me shiver with desire when she kissed me there.

“I know, honey, it’s very nice. I’m glad you found that out,” she said as she got to her knees. “But it’s getting late, and I think you’d better go back to your own bed now.”

“Oh, Mommy, please, can’t I stay a little longer? Maybe, um, could I maybe sleep here with you?”

“No, lover girl, I don’t want to make a habit of that. As much as I would love it, I just don’t think it’s a very good idea, okay? Not yet.” She patted my leg, encouraging me to get up.

“All right, I guess.” Reluctantly I removed my finger from my pussy. I knew, of course, that as soon as I got to my room I would try it again. I’m sure my mother knew that too. I sucked on my finger and started to leave the bed.

Then she stopped me, taking my hand.

“Sweetheart, before you go, I hope you know that I will always be here for you, and that you can ask me about anything, absolutely anything, any time you want.” She was smiling at me, and I thought I could see tears in her eyes.

“And I… I want to tell you how truly happy I am that you came in here tonight and asked me about, well, what you asked me about. It tells me that…” her voice broke.

My mom put her hands on my shoulders and looked down for a moment, taking a deep breath and composing herself before continuing. “This tells me how much you depend on me, and how much you really trust me…”

I threw my arms around her. “Oh, Mommy, I don’t trust anyone the way I trust you. Not anyone!”

She held me tight, kissing my neck. I pressed myself against her, wanting her to know how much I loved her. We were both crying a little.

Finally she ended the hug, but then she took my face in her hands, looking deeply into my eyes. “Julie, I love you so much. I don’t know if anyone has ever loved anyone as much as I love you.”

My mother kissed me on the lips and held the kiss for a long time. She didn’t use her tongue, but the kiss felt to me like liquid love, like something profound and meaningful was passing from her to me, forming a bond between us. It was so overpowering I almost fainted.

She pulled away and looked into my eyes once more. After a moment or two, she kissed me again, the same way. When she removed her lips from mine the second time, she said, in a shaky whisper, “Soon, darling. Soon, I promise you.”

“Oh, Mommy…” I sighed, feeling lightheaded. I knew I was supposed to get up from her bed and go to my room, but I wasn’t sure I could walk without falling over.

Eventually, though, I managed to find my feet and stumble toward the door. She handed me my t-shirt and panties and said goodnight to me, and I’m sure I made some response, but I have no idea what it might have been.

When I got to my room I fell naked into my bed. I’d originally intended to masturbate again, but for the moment I was so consumed by the intensity of my mother’s love for me, of the certainty I had that she and I were truly in love with each other, that I had no desire for sex, at least not with myself. That may sound weird, but it was how I felt.

I lay there for a long time, not moving, not sleeping, not even really thinking — just completely caught up in a sublime trance of romantic bliss.

I don’t remember falling asleep that night, but I suppose at some point I must have.

Continue on to Chapter 33

The Joy of Looking, Chapter 31

  • Posted on May 7, 2015 at 9:00 am

By Naughty Mommy

In the morning, I woke first. I was on my side, facing away from my sister. She was on her side too, also facing away. Our bottoms and our backs were touching. It felt warm and safe being so close to her.

I smiled as I remembered the events of the night before: being awakened by Kate, hearing her tell of her sexy experience with our mother, her excitement about the promise that she would be allowed to play our ‘game’ too, then drowsily, dreamily masturbating together just before we fell asleep.

Feeling very satisfied, I turned toward her and put my arm around her. She was still sleeping soundly. I closed my eyes, took a deep breath, sighed contentedly, and softly kissed her neck.

How strange it was, I thought, that here I was in bed naked with a 10-year-old girl, my own sister, and that I had such an incredibly strong sexual attraction to her. Who could figure it out? I didn’t care. I just felt blissfully happy.

I kissed her neck again, then put my hand on her bottom. After caressing her for a moment, I slid my fingers slowly down the length of her smooth thigh. Her legs were so beautiful, so long and lean. I wanted to push away the covers, slide down in the bed, press her thighs apart, and lick her until she came in my mouth.

Instead I turned onto my back and began touching myself. I closed my eyes and imagined my sister squatting over me, parting her pussy lips with her fingers, showing me her wet cunt, asking me to kiss her there. I moaned as I felt my arousal mounting.

Kate stirred beside me. She stretched and yawned. I’d checked the clock earlier and I knew it was now almost 10:00 AM. She yawned again and turned toward me. My eyes were open, but I hadn’t stopped masturbating.

“Hey,” she murmured.

“Hey…”

When she looked at me more closely, she realized what I was doing. She pushed the covers down so she could see my hands moving between my legs. Her eyes ran up and down my naked body. “You look nice,” she smiled.

“Thanks.”

“Is it okay if I watch you?”

“Sure. I like it.”

My sister was wide awake now. She moved down to where she could see me better, leaning over my leg, staring into my crotch. As she settled in to watch, her bare breasts brushed against my thigh.

I was tempted to open my pussy lips with my fingers to give her a really good look, the way my mom and other women had done for me sometimes. That seemed really exciting, but it also seemed pretty extreme and I thought it might shock or frighten Kate, so I didn’t. I just continued rubbing my clit with one hand as the fingers of the other hand teased the opening to my vagina.

Then Kate said, “Open your pussy for me.”

“Really?”

“Yeah, I want to see inside.”

Wow, I guess I didn’t need to worry about scaring her!

“Um, okay…” I spread my labia, letting my little sister have a good close look at my wet cunt.

“Man, that’s amazing. It looks so, I don’t know, but just, like, so sexy!”

“I’m glad you like it,” I giggled.

“I really do.” She wasn’t laughing.

I started rubbing my clit again with one hand, using the other hand to keep my pussy lips spread apart, my vagina exposed to her gaze. Because Kate seemed aroused by what she was seeing, and not a bit frightened, I was hoping she might actually decide to touch me there, maybe even lick me! But she didn’t. She just kept watching.

It took me several minutes to get close, a bit longer than it sometimes would. I was actually feeling kind of nervous, having her observe me that way. It was exciting, but also a little unsettling. All that confidence and boldness I’d shown with my mother the other night seemed to have deserted me. I finally had to close my eyes and pretend I was alone in order to focus on my arousal and build toward an orgasm.

It took a long time… but eventually I felt those wonderfully warm, pulsing, throbbing jitters in my middle that meant a climax was approaching.

“Katie,” I whispered, taking a chance on acknowledging her, even while keeping my eyes closed.

“Yeah?”

“I’m gonna come now.”

“Okay.”

When I came, it was sort of a quiet one. I shuddered and shook and squeaked a little, my thighs clamping involuntarily together around my hands, cutting off her view. It was a very nice orgasm, of course, just not as strong or powerful as some others I’d had.

I finished and my body slowly began to relax. I was still breathing hard and my eyes were closed. I felt Kate sitting up.

“God,” she said, “that was so cool.”

I opened my eyes to look at her. “Yeah?”

“To see it up close like that. Totally awesome. You are so sexy, Julie.”

“You really think so?” I giggled.

She laid down next to me, snuggling up close. “Yeah, you’re hot. I’ll bet Madison thinks so too.”

“Oh, I don’t know. She probably just thinks I’m a dumb kid.”

“No way. You’re hot. You’re the hottest girl at school. Except for maybe Monica Simmons.”

“Me? Come on.”

“I’m serious. I know you don’t think so, Julie, ‘cuz you’re always putting yourself down, but you’re awesome-looking. If you weren’t my sister, I’d definitely want to have sex with you.”

I frowned to myself, thinking how I wanted to have sex with Kate even though she was my sister — maybe even because she was!

“But now I’m getting really hungry. Are you hungry?” she asked.

“Yeah, I guess.”

“I think I smell bacon. Let’s go down and see what Mom has for breakfast.”

“Okay.”

* * *

Later that day, Mommy went on a long walk around the neighborhood with Kate while I stayed home to take care of Molly. Then, around the time it was getting dark, a babysitter came over (someone we hadn’t seen before), and Kate and I got ready to go out to dinner with our mother.

Mommy said she was taking us somewhere nice so we had to put on suitable clothes. I decided to wear a tan skirt that came to just above my knees, along with a cream-colored blouse. I also put on my fancy Gucci shoes. Looking at myself in the mirror, I admired how grownup I looked in that outfit. When I stood just the right way, you could see the shape of my nipples through the blouse, since I wasn’t wearing a bra. Nor was I wearing any panties. I walked downstairs feeling sexy and naughty.

The others were waiting for me. Kate was wearing a dark green pullover sweater along with denim shorts over black tights. On her feet were ankle boots. She looked so cute. My mom was in a knee-length royal blue silk dress that clung to her body. One shoulder was bare and you could clearly see that she wasn’t wearing a bra.

After Molly told us how nice we looked, my mother gave the babysitter, Bethany, a few more instructions, and then we left.

As we were driving, Mommy said, “So, girls, tonight we’re celebrating two things. First is the settlement on that huge lawsuit that you know I’ve been working on at the firm for over a year and a half. I was told yesterday there will be a big bonus for me, very big. And even more importantly, this improves my chances of being offered a partnership.”

“Mom, that’s awesome,” said Kate from the back seat.

“Yay for Mommy!” I clapped.

She smiled. “I’ve been thinking that perhaps later this year the whole family, all four of us, should go off somewhere really special. Maybe a week in a lush tropical paradise, where we can have a totally hedonistic celebration. Would—”

Kate interrupted, “Mommy, what does, um, hedonistic mean?”

“Oh. Let’s see. It means… making the pursuit of pleasure your number one priority, placing that ahead of everything else. We would do that only for a week, of course, because I do think there are other things in life just as important as physical pleasure. Maybe a few things, anyway.”

My mother winked at me as she said that. I smiled in return.

“But for that one week, we would have no housework to do, no office to go to, no homework to finish, just eating and drinking, enjoying the sun, swimming, and um, perhaps a few other pleasurable activities. How does that sound to you?”

“That would be so cool,” replied my sister.

Immediately I started to wonder about the ‘other pleasurable activities’ my mother alluded to. Could she possibly mean that by then all four us might be… might be sexually involved with each other? I wasn’t sure, but just thinking about it made my nipples get hard.

“And the second big thing for us to celebrate tonight,” continued my mom, “is that Kate has agreed to join us — join you and me, Julie — in playing our special game from time to time with the women I bring home.”

“Yes!” I said to myself, pumping my fist.

We pulled into the parking lot of the restaurant. As my mother shut off the engine, I undid my seatbelt and turned toward her, lifting my knee so she could see between my legs. “Look, Mommy.”

Kate leaned over from the back seat. “What is it?”

“Your sister’s not wearing any underwear,” my mom smiled. “She is such a hot little thing.”

The restaurant my mother had chosen was Tony’s. We’d been there several times before and I really liked it. After being seated and placing an order for appetizers, we received our drinks and my mother proposed a toast. She raised her martini glass and Kate and I picked up our Cokes.

“Here’s to success and happiness,” she said, “and to my beautiful, sexy daughters.”

She raised her eyebrows and licked her lips as she looked at each of us in turn. The look in her eyes made my pussy tingle.

Our table was off to the side, in a secluded corner. Again, it was obvious that my mom had some sort of pull with the management. What was extra nice about it, though, was that we could talk about whatever we wanted without the risk of being overheard.

“Doesn’t Mommy look beautiful tonight?” I said to Kate.

“God, yeah,” she agreed, staring at her chest. “I love it when your nipples poke out like that.”

“Oh, my,” our mother joked as she fanned herself with her hand, “is it hot in here or is it just me?”

We continued teasing and verbally arousing each other that way until, when we were almost done with our dinner, Mommy turned the conversation in a more serious direction.

“Now listen, girls, I want to make a few things clear. This is really important, so pay attention. I’m all for having fun, and I expect that Kate joining us in our erotic adventures will be very fun indeed. But in order to play, you have to have rules, right?”

We nodded our agreement and waited to see what would come next.

“So, the first rule is, if and when I let you get close to some of the women and girls I bring home, and I may very well do that, it will be all right if they kiss you or for you to kiss them, but sexual touching is not allowed. Touching of your private areas, I mean, or of their private areas. That’s completely off limits. Do you understand?”

Again we both nodded.

“Okay, good. The second rule is that game-playing is for fun, but other things come first. Can you guess what?”

“Homework,” I offered.

“Exactly,” said our mom. “Your homework and your schoolwork are number one. I expect you to keep doing your very best, and if I see you’re slacking off, then we’ll have to cut back on our other activities. Got it?”

“Sure.”

I expect Mommy was saying that more for Kate’s benefit than mine. She already knew how focused I was on getting good grades — perfect grades in fact. I was practically obsessed with that. My sister, on the other hand, although she was certainly bright enough, sometimes didn’t devote herself as strongly as I did to her academic subjects. She had lots of other interests and was more easily distracted. As a result, her report cards sometimes included B’s, where mine were invariably nothing but A’s. Mommy always said it was all right if we didn’t get all A’s just as long as we were trying our best. That was what counted.

“Now the third thing,” she continued. “This is vital. We can’t ever let anyone know about these, uh, these unusual activities of ours. No one except for, obviously, the few people that we play with. But if anyone else finds out, it could cause a lot of trouble. So we’ll have to be very careful, extremely cautious, never to let anyone else find out about it. Do you understand that?”

“Of course, Mom,” said Kate. “No duh.”

“Good,” Mommy smiled. Then she reached under the table to touch our legs, stroking them rather sensually. “But if we just follow these few rules, I think we can have a lot of fun together.”

“Me too,” I agreed.

She looked at me, with love in her eyes. Then she put her hand under my chin and drew my face to hers, tenderly kissing my lips. It gave me a thrill, making my nipples throb, even though I was worried what the other patrons of the restaurant might think if they saw us. She finished kissing me, then turned to give my sister the same sort of soft romantic kiss. Kate was blushing and sighing as Mommy pulled her lips slowly away.

Soon after that, our dinner plates were cleared from the table and my sister and I ordered dessert. Mom just had coffee. We chatted some more, then she paid the check, and we drove home.

Continue on to Chapter 32

The Joy of Looking, Chapter 30

  • Posted on May 7, 2015 at 8:52 am

By Naughty Mommy

In my bed… touching my body… rubbing my hands all over… my nipples hard and throbbing… my pussy dripping… I made myself come at least three times, maybe more.

After masturbating with Kate on the sofa earlier that evening, and then watching the sexy movie with her, and then having my mom come home and tell me she was ready to talk to Kate about joining us in our lesbian adventures, and then the way my mother kissed me just before I went up to bed — god I was so hot and wet by the time I got to my room I could hardly stand it.

I quickly took off my sweater and socks and undies (I hadn’t bothered to put my bra back on when Kate and I got dressed again). I shivered a little, though, because the room was chilly. It was the first week of December and cold outside, but I always liked to leave my window open a crack for fresh air, even in the wintertime. So I put on a big t-shirt to keep myself warm and then got into bed.

Sliding my hands up under the shirt, I played with my stiff nipples. I closed my eyes and thought about kissing my mom and having her tongue in my mouth, about how exciting it was to watch Kate have an orgasm, about those two gorgeous girls in the movie having lesbian sex, about Madison and maybe being alone with her someday and taking off all her clothes, about Kate’s slim young body and how much I loved being naked in bed with her, about having Kim come all over my face, spraying her pussy juice on me, about the girls from Victoria’s Secret and all the things I wanted to do with them, about my mother’s beautiful cunt and the way she would show herself to me, spreading her pussy lips and letting me see her, all of her, and I thought about that strange erotic vision I’d had where my mother and I were on a bed having sex, performing in front of a group of women and girls, other moms with their young daughters…

…I had so many exciting fantasies that night, and a lot of real memories to think about too, and I brought myself to several shuddering orgasms before finally turning on my side and falling into a deep sleep.

* * *

I awoke. It was dark, the middle of the night. Someone warm, soft, and female was getting in bed with me.

It was Kate.

“Um… Kate?” I mumbled, still half asleep.

“Omigod omigod omigod!” My sister was wide awake and bubbling with excitement.

“What?”

She wriggled down under the covers next to me. The lights were off, and I could see almost nothing. But I could sense that her face was right next to mine. I felt the glow of her skin and when she spoke, her breath was hot and humid. She was exhilarated.

“Omigod you won’t believe it!”

“What?” I propped myself up on an elbow to look at her. In the dim glow from the window, I could see that she was naked. She burrowed in close to me, pressing herself against my chest. I had little choice but to put my arms around her and hold her. Not that I minded that, of course.

I rubbed her soft, warm back. “What is it?”

“Omigod, omigod,” she just kept repeating.

“Kate, tell me. What happened?”

“Julie! Mommy came in and got in bed with me! She woke me up and she started kissing me! Julie, Mommy was kissing me just like you do!!”

“Oh,” I smiled to myself, “that’s nice. Did you like it?”

“Of course! It was awesome! It was so amazing! Like a dream…”

My sister had her arms around me. Her head was under my chin, her face resting on my chest. I suddenly wished that instead of wearing a shirt, I was naked like she was. I wanted to feel her hot skin on mine.

“Tell me what happened.”

“Okay, um,” she took a deep breath and seemed to calm down a bit. “I was asleep, and then the light went on, the little lamp by my bed?”

“Uh-huh.”

“And she, I saw that it was Mom. She sat on my bed. She was wearing, um, a nightgown, that sexy white one she has.”

I knew the nightgown she meant. It was lacy and feminine, mostly transparent. When my mother wore it, she looked incredibly seductive.

Kate started to speak more slowly, apparently trying to recall everything just as it had happened.

“She, um, she put her hand on my cheek at first. She didn’t say anything, just smiled. I said, ‘Hi, Mommy’. And then she leaned over and kissed me. Oh, Julie, it was the best kiss ever. Just so soft and perfect. I couldn’t believe it. But then she, um, after she kissed me a couple of times, she asked if she could get in bed with me. Julie, she wanted to get in bed with me!”

“Did you let her?”

“Of course!”

“What were you wearing?”

“Nothing, I…” she giggled as she squeezed me tightly, “since you and me started getting in bed together sometimes like that, I’ve been sleeping naked every night ‘cuz that way I can play with myself any time I want. Sometimes I wake up in the night and do it, or in the morning before I get out of bed. Almost every morning.”

“You do it a lot.”

She giggled again. “Yeah, I do, I really love it. But anyway, then Mommy took off her nightgown so she was naked. I couldn’t believe it. The lamp was on, you know, and Mommy stood up and untied the nightie in the front and let it fall down to the floor, and she was standing there looking at me like she wanted me to see her naked. I guess I was staring, ‘cuz she smiled at me. Then she got in bed with me. And she told me. She told me everything.”

Kate lifted her head to look at me. My eyes were more adjusted to the dark and I could see her face. She kissed my lips.

We shared a nice long kiss, both using lots of tongue. I wanted to make love with her, but we still hadn’t done that, and maybe we never would.

After we finished the kiss, my sister smiled at me, then sighed deeply and put her head back on my chest.

“What did she tell you?” I asked.

“She told me that sometimes, after she goes out at night, she brings ladies back here and she has sex with them. Like Melissa? She told me she did it with Melissa from Victoria’s Secret, but she wasn’t the only one, there were others too. And she told me that sometimes you come out of your room at night and watch them from up here, and then you masturbate while you watch them, and they can see you, and you make yourself come while they’re looking at you. Is that true?”

“Yeah, it is.”

“God, that’s so hot.”

“I know, it really is.”

“How many times have you done it?”

“I don’t know exactly. Maybe ten?”

“Ten times!! Wow.”

“Did she tell you anything else?”

“Oh, Julie…” My sister melted against me, her body flowing into mine. She rolled me onto my back, and she was on top of me. She kissed me again, urgently, thrusting her tongue into my mouth. I caressed her back as we kissed.

She was panting by the time we finished. “God, Julie, I’m so excited. I couldn’t believe it. Mommy told me that she gets in bed with you sometimes at night, and then you masturbate together.”

Kate was undulating her body as she spoke. My legs were spread and her crotch was pressing into mine. I don’t think she knew what she was doing, but it was almost the same way I’d seen other women and girls fuck each other. I liked how it felt. I put my hands on her bottom and pulled her more tightly against me.

“And then she, she kissed me a lot more. We were naked in bed together, Julie, and she was kissing me.” Kate was moving faster on top of me. “She had, um, her boobies were right on top of mine, and she kind of hugged me all over, really tight while we kissed. And then she said she wanted to make herself come, and she wanted me to watch, and she wanted me to do it too!”

She kissed me again, her mouth greedily devouring mine. I had never seen her so excited, so ravenous with lust. I lifted my hips and began rhythmically arching my pelvis, trying to bring my pussy into contact with hers. If Kate noticed this, she didn’t say anything. She just kept kissing me.

Finally she stopped and rolled off, onto her back, her hands working between her legs.

“Oh, Julie, oh, Julie… Mommy and me, we masturbated together. I can’t even remember all of it. It was like a dream, a perfect dream. I just remember she was right next to me, looking at me. She kept looking at my boobies, at my nipples, and she was playing with her own boobies while I watched her and while she rubbed herself, her pussy I mean, and when she was getting close, she asked me if I was close, but it was going to take me longer, and then she started touching my nipples, playing with them and stuff, and then she kissed me, and Julie, all of a sudden I thought I was going to explode! I came so hard, and she started coming too.”

Kate was masturbating vigorously as she told the story, “She had an orgasm, my mommy had an orgasm with me and I had one too, and we were kissing and — AHH!! UNHH!!!”

My sister climaxed in my bed. I was as excited as she was, and I could have masturbated too, but watching her and experiencing her intense arousal was just as satisfying.

It took her a long time to finish. She went on squirming and squealing beside me for another minute or two, her young naked body convulsing with each spasm until she was finally spent.

“Oh my god,” she panted. “Oh my god… Julie, I’m so wet. What time is it?”

She glanced at the clock. It was 1:45. Kate turned to me with a smile, “I know it’s really late, but, do you want to do it with me? Just once? Then I’ll go back to bed.”

I smiled at her and kissed her softly. ‘No, not tonight. I just like watching you. But you can do it again if you want.”

“I probably will, back in my own room.” She lifted her hand from her pussy and sucked on her fingers. “Mmm…”

That was arousing to me. The truth was that what I really wanted was not to masturbate with her, but to slide down between her legs and lick her. I wanted to lick my little sister’s wet pussy and make her come in my mouth.

“Do you want to taste me?” she asked.

I nodded, smiling. She put her hand down to her sex again and brought it back up to my mouth, laden with her sweet, sticky juices. I licked her fingers, then I whispered, “Rub it on me.”

“What?”

“Rub it on me. Rub it all over my face.”

“Really?”

“Yeah, I mean it. Rub it on my face.”

“Okay.” She propped herself up on an elbow and rubbed her pussy juice on my lips and on my cheeks, on my nose and my chin. She got a fresh supply and did it again, coating my face with the scent of her sex.

“Now kiss me,” I demanded, and she did. It was the closest I could come then to really having sex with her, maybe the closest I would ever come.

We kissed and she licked my lips, tasting herself.

“Oh, Julie,” she breathed when she pulled away. “I wish I could do that with Mommy. I wish I could taste her, um, you know, lick her fingers that way.”

“You could. I’ve done it. Just ask her next time.”

“Really? You’ve done that with her?”

“Uh-huh,” I nodded.

“Oh my god.” She kissed me once more. Then she said, “But you know what? Mommy said the next time she has someone here, a woman to have sex with? I can watch them too, with you, and I can, like, masturbate right in front of them if I want to.”

I smiled at her. “Oh, wow, that is so cool.”

“I know! I can’t wait!” Kate turned to looked at the clock again. “Man, it’s late. Okay, I need to go back to my own bed and let you sleep.”

But suddenly she hugged me tightly. “Oh, but Julie, I’m so excited! I don’t know if I’ll ever be able to fall asleep again!”

I giggled, holding her. “You can stay here if you want to. You can sleep with me. It’s kind of a tight fit, but I don’t mind having you close to me. And maybe that way you can go to sleep.”

“Really? Can I?”

“Sure.” I kissed her cheek. “But I want to be naked, like you.”

I sat up then, pulling my t-shirt over my head, and hurled it away, onto the floor. That made us both laugh.

After I laid back down, we nuzzled each other for a few minutes, kissing softly, feeling warm and affectionate, then she turned onto her other side and we spooned. I breathed in the scent of her hair, her skin, and her sex as I held her in my arms.

Just as I was about to drift off, I felt her arm moving. Her hand was going down between her legs. She was starting to masturbate again. I slid my hand down to cover hers, so I could feel the movements of her fingers on her pussy. It was almost like I was touching her myself.

That made me excited. I pulled my hand away and put it between my own legs. We were masturbating together, spooning. I kissed her neck, licking her there and softly biting.

“Oh, Julie…” she whispered.

Within minutes we were both on the verge of a climax. We were so close together, holding each other that way, our movements in synch, it seemed as if we had only one body between us. It was heavenly.

When we came, we had smooth, mellow, gliding orgasms. We were liquid beings, our skin and sweat and moist breath and orgasmic fluids blending. We came a second time, all in the same motion, not stopping. Then we let ourselves slowly cool down, still caressing, but softly, gently, then gradually less and less, until finally we fell asleep, wrapped in each other’s arms, our fingers still between our legs.

Continue on to Chapter 31

Bathing with Amy

  • Posted on May 7, 2015 at 8:48 am

By JetBoy

I was luxuriating in a steamy bath, my eyes half-closed as I savored that wonderful, sensuous feeling of complete relaxation. This was the very best time of the day, when I could shut the world away and let my thoughts drift while lightly caressing the curves of my body. After awhile I allowed a hand to casually slip between my thighs, seeking out the tingling center of my cunt.

The tub was carved from a large blue-white block of Carrera marble, shaped into a broad oval bowl that was now filled with hot water, made fragrant with peppermint bath oil. The water spigot is done in silver, carved in the shape of a ram’s head. The niche of the room in which the tub was set is studded with floor-to-ceiling mirrors, all of which reflected the image of my sixteen-year-old daughter Amy as she casually strolled into the room.

“Amy,” I chided her gently, taking my hand from between my legs. “I have told you time and again to please, please knock before you enter my bathroom.” She was wearing blue shorts and white t- shirt, and the fact that she wasn’t wearing a bra was obvious from the way her nipples stood out against the thin fabric.

“Sorry Mom… guess I forgot again. You’re not fooling anyone, by the way,” she added, grinning broadly. “I saw what you were doing when I came in…” Her eyes danced with amusement.

“Oh? And just what do you think you saw?” I asked, feeling my face flush with embarrassment. “I’m simply taking a bath, as you can plainly tell.”

“Come on, Mom! You were playing with yourself.” Giggling now, she sat down on the edge of the tub beside me, openly gazing down at my naked body. “Geez… it’s no big deal, you know? I do it all the time.” She paused for a moment, then jumped to her feet. “Hey, I’ve got an idea… can I take a bath with you?”

“Wh-what?” As my mind raced to process my daughter’s request, Amy quickly took off her t-shirt, freeing her breasts. As she slid her jeans off and skimmed a pair of black panties down her shapely legs, my eyes were drawn to the dark tuft of her pubes. It struck me that I hadn’t seen my daughter nude in at least five years, back when she had been a gawky adolescent of twelve.

Those days are certainly over, I reflected, awed by the sight of the lovely creature she had matured into.

Amy nimbly lowered her naked body into the tub to sit facing me, then slowly leaned back, a blissful expression on her face. “Ummm… this feels nice,” she sighed.

The tub was so large that the two of us could sit quite comfortably, and even though I was still a bit astonished at my daughter’s boldness, I was finding it a bit titillating as well. I was puzzled at first by the slight arousal I felt, a ripple of heat that wasn’t from the bathwater flickering through my loins as Amy made herself comfortable, her legs sliding against mine.

Then I shrugged to myself, dismissing these bizarre thoughts. After all, she was my daughter, and what was so terribly wrong about the two of us taking a bath together? Think of it as a bonding experience, I told myself. Reassured, I lay my head back and closed my eyes.

“Mom…?” My eyes drifted open, and I gazed at Amy questioningly. She had raised herself up slightly, her rosy nipples barely above the water. “Do you think you could wash my back? I’d really like that.”

“Sure,” I smiled lazily. “Here, turn around and slide a little closer.”

Amy wriggled herself around and pushed herself back until she sat between my spread legs. I picked up the bar of citrus-scented soap, coated my hands with lather, and began to wash my daughter’s back. Shoulders and neck first, then my hands slid down her warm body. Amy’s skin was so soft and slippery that I started to feel a little aroused again, in spite of myself. As my hands moved down her sides she leaned back slightly, causing the tips of my fingers to brush the sides of her breasts. Was it my imagination, or did I feel her tremble slightly?

I scooped up water in my hands to pour down her back, rinsing the soap from her body. There was something so sweet, so sensual about what I was doing. Amy’s back and shoulders were truly lovely, and I could see enough of her underneath the warm water to appreciate what a sexy ass she had. I was feeling a little flushed, deciding then and there that I would have to finish masturbating in my bedroom later.

“All done,” I said, giving my daughter a small pat on the back.

“Thanks, Mom…” she sighed, “that was great.” Amy then surprised me once again – instead of turning around and moving back to the other end of the tub, she slid toward me, slipping in between my legs, allowing her body to rest against mine. She lay her head upon my shoulder, then sighed contentedly.

I was struck speechless — but the feel of my daughter’s soft, naked body was incredible. The mild arousal I had felt a moment ago was suddenly much stronger, and I prayed that she couldn’t detect my nipples growing taut against her skin. Her ass was pressing lightly against my pussy, and it couldn’t help but feel good.

I’d never actually had any kind of sexual involvement with a woman before, but sitting there naked with Amy was taking my mind to some very new and intriguing places. It was wrong, I knew, to experience these kind of feelings with your own daughter, and I knew that I should get out of the tub right then… but it just felt too nice to leave. Instead, I told myself that this was a totally innocent feeling, that I was just happy at the chance to be intimate with my baby girl in a nice, affectionate way.

My heart swelled with love for my daughter, and I wrapped my arms around her tummy. “I love you, sweetheart,” I whispered in her ear.

I felt her tremble slightly against me. “I love you too, Mom,” she sighed, turning her head to kiss my cheek. “You’re so sweet…” Her lips brushed the side of my face. “And so beautiful…” Twisting her body sideways, she placed another gentle kiss on my neck. “And so… so desirable.”

I was tingling all over from Amy’s attention, my heart throbbing wildly… and that was when I felt her hand touch my leg, just above the knee.

It was only a few seconds later that her fingertips began to dance lightly up the inner side of my thigh. Encountering a complete lack of resistance from me, she let her hand glide higher still, slowly sliding upward until her fingers were resting on my pussy. Her warm tongue emerged to lick around my ear.

It was only then that I summoned up the will to lift my head, my eyes fluttering open to stare at her.

“Amy…? W-what are you doing?”

“I’m showing you how much I really love you, Mom,” she whispered. Her hungry gaze held me in thrall as she began to lightly stroke my vulva with gentle fingertips – and I suddenly knew that my seventeen-year- old daughter was not a novice at touching a woman like this.

I was frozen, torn between the wonderful feel of her caresses, the realization that we were committing a truly forbidden act, and this strange new desire that left me dizzy and frantic with need. I knew that I had to tell her to stop this insanity, to take her hand away from between my legs this very instant – but why wouldn’t the words come?

Amy then rose up enough to straddle my lap, her fingers now pressing firmly against my womanly center. I could clearly see the lust that smoldered in my daughter’s eyes as she leaned forward to kiss me.

Her lips softly slid against mine — and suddenly something broke within me, banishing my will to resist this insane thing.

I found myself returning my baby’s kiss, sucking her tongue into my mouth as she plunged a finger deep into my vagina. I gasped into our kiss, rocking my pelvis to the movement of her hand as she fucked me, my tongue flashing to life to mingle with hers.

Right and wrong had lost all meaning. I was riding a wave of pure, naked abandon where anything and everything was possible. My body was aflame with an unimaginable lust, so much so that I actually uttered a small mew of disappointment when Amy broke our kiss, removing her fingers from between my legs.

Amy climbed out of the tub and stood there dripping, extending a hand towards me. Her voice was thick with lust. “Let’s go to my room, Mom. I want to make love to you.”

Hearing these words coming from my daughter’s mouth thrilled me to the core. I gazed dreamily into her eyes, my heart throbbing as I took her hand. I let her help me out of the tub, then followed her as she tugged me towards her room, bath water dripping from our bodies and onto the carpeted floor.

Pushing me back onto the bed, Amy lowered herself full length on top of me, and we melted into a passionate embrace, her tongue spearing into my mouth as she kissed me like a lover.

My hands began to eagerly explore Amy’s bare body, sliding down to cup her ass for a brief moment before she began squirming herself downward. She paused to kiss and suck at my nipples for a tantalizing moment, then trailed her tongue down to my belly and beyond until she lay between my thighs, her breath caressing the wet heat of me. I instinctively hooked my legs over my daughter’s shoulders as her tongue brushed the swollen lips of my vulva, and she began to lick me with a passion I had never experienced from any man, her mouth buried in my pubic triangle.

I gasped aloud as her lips captured my clitoris, sucking it for a brief but tantalizing instant before she licked her way back down to my vaginal opening. As Amy’s tongue twirled knowingly into the creamy tunnel, I ground myself against her face, high as a soaring kite on the pleasure she was giving me. It was a pleasure that I suddenly knew I wanted to return to her. Desperately.

“Amy… baby… I want – I want to…”

She knew what I craved. Her mouth never once losing contact with my sex, she reversed herself about so that we were head to toe, her legs framing my head. My nostrils flared with pleasure at the pungent, musky smell of her. Then, for the first time in my life, I was sampling the intoxicating flavor of another woman’s pussy. I placed my hands on her ass, fondling her buttocks as I drank of Amy’s essence, going down on my daughter and loving it.

My tongue instinctively found Amy’s clitoris, and our moans of pleasure combined to form a single chorus of passion as we made love, finally exploding together in a mutual orgasm that left us gasping for air. I lay in a daze as my daughter raised herself from me, twisting around to crawl into my arms.

The two of us lay side by side on the bed, my arm around Amy, her head nestled on my shoulder. I found it odd – and strangely unsettling – that I was feeling no remorse about what had just happened. Instead, all I knew was a warm, glowing sense of release. I had just experienced the most incredible sex of my entire life. And I knew, deep down inside, that I couldn’t give this up – that my daughter and I would share our bodies again… and again!

“God, Mom…” she whispered, “I’ve wanted that for so long. I love you.” Her lips brushed the hollow of my throat, sending shivers up my spine.

“Mmmmmm…” I sighed, “I love you too, baby. I can’t believe we just did this… but I’m glad it happened.” Then I turned to study her, suddenly curious. “So, honey… how long have you wanted to — to be with me this way?”

She placed a playful kiss on the tip of my nose. “The correct expression is ‘make love,’ Mom… and to answer your question, I’ve dreamed of making love to you for at least a year.” She caressed my face. “That’s when I figured out I was gay.”

Still puzzled, I pressed on. “But baby, why did you want me? Don’t get me wrong, I’m incredibly flattered… but there are so many lovely girls your own age…”

Amy shook her head, a wry smile on her lips. “I’m not so much into girls, Mom… oh, I’ve done the wild thing with a couple of cuties I know from school… but what I really wanted was a woman.” She snuggled into me, her warm lips brushing my skin. “And you, Mom, are the sexiest, most desirable woman I know.”

I felt like I held the warmth of the sun in my belly, my soul glowing with love for this sweet, incomparable creature I had brought into the world. I brought her hand to my lips, pressing a kiss into her palm. “My angel,” I whispered, “you — you’ve made me happier than I can say… God, I adore you.”

She drew me into her arms, hugging me tightly. I shivered as her tongue traced my ear… then she whispered, “Mom, I want you to fuck me. I’ve got a strap-on cock, and I’d love for you to do me with it. You will, won’t you?”

Without waiting for an answer, she rolled off the bed and padded over to her dresser. She opened the bottom drawer and rummaged around for a few seconds, then turned to me, a bad-girl smile on her lips. She held a jet-black dildo in her hand, attached to a leather harness.

With a lot of giggling and teasing between the two of us, we managed to fasten the eight-inch cock around my hips. Then Amy lay down on her back on the bed and spread her legs wide apart for me. She was so wet that I swore I could see her thick, warm juices oozing into the crack of her ass.

Her voice quivering in anticipation, she moaned, “Take me now, Mom… I want you inside me!”

My heart pounding, I climbed between my daughter’s legs. Carefully placing the head of the dildo at the opening of her pussy, I slowly pressed forward, and she moaned softly as the tip of it penetrated her body. I slowly lowered myself onto her, the latex cock sliding as deeply inside her as it could go. I kissed my daughter, dipping my tongue into her mouth as I began to fuck her.

I went slowly at first — but Amy urged me on, begging me to go faster, deeper. And as the tempo of my strokes increased, she began to thrust her hips against me until I was furiously pistoning in and out of my baby’s pussy, fucking her like an animal.

Ripping her mouth away from mine, Amy began to scream as she neared orgasm. “Oh, God… oh, Mom – Oh! OH! FUCK ME!” Her legs scissored around my ass as her body jerked hard against mine, spasming frantically as she came over and over.

Finally we lay entwined, the dildo still buried in her wet cunt. She lazily nuzzled a path up my neck and to my chin, then her mouth found mine and we kissed deeply, tongues dancing.

Amy gently broke away to give me a wicked grin. “So, Mom – do you want me to fuck you now?”

I knew right then that I wanted my sweet daughter to take me with that big cock, more than anything! “You bet,” I purred.

We changed places, Amy strapping the dildo around her waist as I sucked at her nipples. I got up on all fours, and she positioned herself behind me.

I turned to look at her. “One thing, honey – I love being fucked in the ass, and I haven’t had it that way in a long time. Would you like to…?”

Amy smiled. “Sure, Mom… hold on, though, let’s use some lube.” She jumped up to fish through her nightstand drawer, then came up with a blue plastic bottle. Squirting a dollop of gel on the dildo, she quickly coated its length with the slippery stuff, then crawled on the bed once more, where I awaited her on hands and knees.

Her fingers probed lightly at my butt crack. “Hmmm, why don’t I get you good and wet back there, too…” she chuckled, and I gasped as I felt her face pressing against my bottom. Then I gasped again with shocked pleasure as the length of her tongue slowly glided up the crack of my ass. God, my own daughter was rimming me!

Amy licked lustily at the dark cleft for a few strokes, then spread my cheeks apart, and I cried out as her hot, wet tongue squirmed its way into my anus. She probed at me until I thought I was about to come right then, but suddenly pulled away and placed the tip of the dildo against my asshole. I moaned as the first divine inch pushed into me.

Then my beautiful daughter wrapped her arms around me to cup my breasts as she slid the full length of that lovely prick into my body.

I inhaled sharply at the feel of it, filling me up so nicely – then Amy began to fuck my ass for real. Her fingers moved between my legs and began fiddling with my cunt as she plowed that slippery cock in and out of my clenching rectum. My body was trembling so hard that I couldn’t speak. Then she tweaked my throbbing clitoris between two fingers – and I exploded in orgasm.

It was utterly divine. I was rigid with ecstasy, my head thrown back as I gasped for air, hands clawing the sheets. Then, just as my pleasure began to ebb, my daughter’s fingers somehow drove me to climax once more, unbelievable sensations battering my helpless body until I slumped in exhaustion. Slowly, Amy carefully withdrew from me, and I collapsed onto my side.

I lay motionless, utterly relaxed, my hot, sweaty body still basking in the aftermath of our loving. I could hear Amy unstrap the dildo and drop it on the floor, then she snuggled close, drawing the sheet over us. I sighed happily as she wrapped her arms around me, cupping my breasts.

“I love you, Mom,” she breathed. “I mean, that was the best.”

“Oh, my darling child,” I sighed, “I love you too.”

The last thing I remember before drifting off to sleep was Amy kissing my cheek.

That was two years ago. Amy and I have been sexually intimate ever since. Don’t get me wrong, we haven’t exactly become lovers, not in a romantic way. I still date men, and Amy now has a steady girlfriend. Our relationship continues to be one of mother and daughter. I get on her case about her cell phone bills, her messy room, and her grades; she rolls her eyes in exasperation and sighs that I’m being such a mom.

But now and again, our eyes meet — and I see something in Amy’s gaze that brings a delicious, oh-so-familiar warmth to my tummy. And that’s when I put down my sewing, or the television remote, or my magazine, and go to her. My daughter takes my hand, and we silently drift down the hall to enter her bedroom.

We share a long, loving kiss, then slowly undress one another, a piece at a time. Or sometimes we go at it like bitches in heat, tearing clothes and sending buttons flying in a lust-fueled frenzy, desperate to bring our naked bodies together.

And she and I banish the world away, indulging ourselves in a crazy feast of passion and ecstasy, reveling in our mutual love and the forbidden delights of incest. Our bodies seem to fit together perfectly, and we are so finely tuned to each other’s desires that no words are needed when we are in bed — except, perhaps, for whispered words of lust that we exchange in the heat of our fucking.

I’ve had my share of pleasure in this lifetime, but nothing fulfills me as a woman like the sweet, private sex play that I enjoy with my Amy. Lovers come and go, but my daughter is always there for me.

The Joy of Looking, Chapter 29

  • Posted on May 7, 2015 at 8:42 am

By Naughty Mommy

At school the next day, I was still feeling bold and self-confident.

When lunchtime came, I made an excuse to Amy, telling her I had to get something from my locker, and she went in ahead of me. Then I hung outside the cafeteria door, waiting for the eighth-graders. Classes were released ten minutes apart for lunch in order of age, from youngest to oldest.

After a few minutes, I saw Madison approaching. She was walking with a couple of other girls, but they were doing most of the talking. She was just looking around. When she saw me, she smiled.

I pretended to finish tying my shoe and then stood up, entering the cafeteria right behind Madison. Perfect timing!

In line next to her, I didn’t say anything at first while our trays were being filled. But as we neared the end, I stuttered, “Um, M-Madison?”

She turned to me, smiling again.

“Hi, I’m, uh, I’m Julie…”

“Yeah, I know. You’re the one everyone was talking about who had that hickey a few weeks ago. Hi, Julie.”

That stopped me for a moment. Everyone had been talking about me? Of course, our school was pretty small, only about three hundred students, but evidently my blemish had made a bigger impression than I’d realized at the time.

I was sure my face was red, but I pressed on. “So, anyway, I was wondering if maybe I could talk to you sometime, to, um, to ask you about something.”

“Sure, what is it?”

“Well, uh, do you want to sit together?”

Wow, I couldn’t believe how brave I was that day! Only a seventh-grade girl asking an eight-grader if I could have lunch with her. It was practically like going on a date!!

“Okay,” she answered brightly. “How about over there?”

We went to a table with only a few other students, younger ones who were almost finished eating. As we sat down, I glanced around for a moment, wondering if I was making any of the other kids jealous because I was the one sitting next to the hottest girl in the school. Then I noticed Amy sitting by herself, looking glum, and I vowed to spend some extra time with her that day after school.

“What did you want to ask?” Madison took a bite of her tuna casserole and looked at me expectantly.

“You—” my voice caught. I was feeling nervous. But I reminded myself that I was someone special, I’d had a hickey given to me by a sexy grownup girl! (Even if no one else knew that part.)

I cleared my throat and began the speech I’d rehearsed, “Um, you’re graduating this year, but I still have another year, and so I was wondering if you’ve decided where you’re planning to go to high school. I mean, I’m not sure yet where I want to go, and I thought maybe you had some ideas on the best schools.”

That sounded pretty good, I thought, only I hoped it didn’t come across like I was stalking her, as if I was intent on following her wherever she went. Even though I was.

“Oh, sure,” she said.

We chatted about various high school options, private and public, charter and magnet. I listened to her, and I really appreciated how she seemed so genuinely interested in learning what my goals were, if I had any career plans yet, and so on. But as we talked, I couldn’t stop myself from constantly looking at her mouth, at her lips. And at her tits too. I tried not to make that too obvious.

When lunch was over, I thanked her for all her help.

“You bet, any time. I’m glad to know you, Julie!”

Madison was so nice and so smart and so pretty and so… so everything, I could hardly stand it. I was proud of myself for being bold enough to approach her that day. And now that I’d broken the ice, I should be able to go up and talk to her any time I felt like it. I hoped I would have the courage to do so.

* * *

Late that afternoon, I was in the family room with Molly helping her finish up her homework. She could do the work herself with no problem, but sometimes she needed a little encouragement to stay with it and get it done instead of being distracted by other things.

Kate was watching TV in the same room. We heard the phone ring. “That’s probably Mom,” Kate said, “for you, but do you want me to get it?”

“No, I’ll get it.” I got up and answered the phone.

My mother normally called from work every Friday at around this time so she could let me know how to plan for dinner. During the week she and I would share the cooking chores, with Kate helping out sometimes too. I couldn’t make anything very complicated yet, but I was pretty good with simple things.

On Fridays, though, my mom would often tell me she was bringing something home from a take-out restaurant. And once a month or so, she took us all to dinner. My sisters and I usually got to choose where we wanted to go, but sometimes she tried exposing us to different kinds of fare at various ethnic restaurants. Some of them I liked and some of them I didn’t.

Anyway, tonight she said she was planning to take Molly out for dinner and a movie and then the next night, Saturday, she was going to get a sitter for Molly and she would take me and Kate to dinner. That all sounded fine to me. No cooking and no dishes!

Before ending the call, my mom asked to speak to Molly. She told her all about the plans — a special night just for her — and of course Molly was very excited.

“Rat-a-tooly!” she shouted when she hung up the phone. “We’re gonna see Rat-a-tooly!”

She meant Ratatouille, but we didn’t bother correcting her pronunciation.

“That’s great, Moll,” I said, “I’m sure it’ll be totally fun. But now listen, let’s get this spelling done. You know how Mommy is, homework finished first before anything else.”

“Okay!” With that motivation, she settled in and easily wrapped it up.

My mother came home around 5:15. After spending a few minutes each with me and Kate, asking how we were doing, if we had any homework to do, and so on, she got Molly ready to go.

Then she told us, “All right, girls, we’re off. We should be back around 9:00 or so.”

“Bye, Mommy. Bye, Molly. Have fun!”

Kate and I were on our own for dinner. We could order a pizza if we wanted to, or eat leftovers, or make sandwiches or whatever. But as soon as we were alone, we had the same desire.

My sister turned to me. We were standing by the front door, where we’d said goodbye to Molly and Mommy. She took my hand. “You want to go get in bed?”

Her eyes were shining. I was excited too, and nodded my agreement. But then, as we started walking toward the stairs, I had a deliciously dirty inspiration.

“Wait,” I stopped her. “I have a better idea.”

I led her to the sofa in the family room. “Let’s do it here.”

“What do you mean?”

I sat down and started taking off my clothes. I was wearing a pullover sweater and a bra — I usually wore a bra for school — along with jeans and undies.

“Right here,” I said. “Come on, let’s both get naked. I want to do it down here.”

“Do what?”

“You know, masturbate. I want to do it here on the couch, where I can watch you.”

“Wow, really?”

“Yeah. Does that sound okay to you?”

“Oh, man, it sounds… oh boy!” She sat on the couch and quickly began undressing.

Soon we had everything off, except our socks. Two young sisters, 12 and 10 years old, facing each other, sitting at either end of the sofa, legs spread apart, touching ourselves.

It was amazing to see her that way. I stared at her body, so smooth and lean. Kate’s breasts were very small but already becoming rounded, while mine were more cone-shaped. Her nipples were like dark little buttons. My gaze ran down to her crotch. From this distance, I could see no hair at all. She looked like a little girl, a sweet innocent child like the ones I often fantasized about.

And there she was, right in front of me, a young girl, naked and touching herself. And not just any girl, but my own sister. My beautiful, sexy 10-year-old sister, letting me watch while she —

Then I came.

We had only been masturbating for about five minutes, and we hadn’t really said anything to each other yet, and I didn’t expect to come so soon. But when I realized that in a way my fantasies were already coming true, it was just too much for me.

I think my early climax surprised Kate too. I heard her saying, “Wow,” as I closed my eyes and squeezed my hands together over my pussy. I could feel warm secretions leaking out between my fingers. I was sure they would drip onto the couch, but that didn’t matter. By now there had been so many orgasms on that sofa, it must have smelled like a lesbian bordello.

Keeping my eyes shut tight and picturing little naked girls all around me, climbing on me, kissing me, I slid my fingers back and forth in my slit a few times, and soon I was coming again, my whole body shuddering in ecstasy.

When I recovered and opened my eyes again, Kate was staring at me.

“God, Julie,” she said, “what made you come so fast?”

I chuckled, lifting a hand to my mouth so I could taste myself. “I don’t know, just thinking about girls and stuff.”

“What kind of girls?” She was rubbing herself as she looked at me.

“Um, sometimes I like to think about… about really young ones. Girls even younger than me, I mean. That gets me excited. Do you ever do that?”

“I guess, sometimes, but mostly I think about older girls, like Monica Simmons. Or about grownup ladies. Um, especially ones with blonde hair and long legs.”

“You mean like Mommy.”

“Uh-huh.” Kate was rubbing her clit more intently, looking down at her fingers as they moved rapidly between her legs. “I really like to think about, you know, about Mommy while I… while I play with myself.”

“Tell me what you think about,” I asked her, as I began stroking my own pussy again.

“I just, I think about how pretty she is, and how she looks so sexy when she dresses up to go out.”

“She’s hot, isn’t she?”

“Yeah.”

“Do you ever think about having Mommy kiss you? The way you saw her kissing Katrina? Or, like, the way I saw her kissing Melissa that night?”

“Sometimes…” she whispered. Her eyes were closed now. She seemed to be concentrating on her fantasy and on the feelings her hands were giving her.

“Would you like it if Mommy was naked with you? Right next to you, holding you close? Would you like it if she was touching you and kissing you? What if she put her hands where your hands are now?”

“Mm — Julie — Unh!”

Kate was climaxing. She stretched her slim legs wide apart, giving me a great view of her hot young pussy as she rubbed her fingers over her clit.

I felt my mouth water as I watched my 10-year-old sister bring herself to a thrilling orgasm. I wasn’t ready to come again, but seeing her that way, out in the open instead of in a darkened bedroom, was extra sexy and exciting. I was glad I had thought of doing it on the sofa.

When she finished, I saw something that really surprised me. She put a finger inside herself. Much deeper than I expected she would, deeper than I ever had. Her middle finger went inside until it almost disappeared. Then she pulled it out, shiny with her juices, and lifted it to her lips, tasting herself.

I was speechless. I had seen lots of grownups, or at least older teenagers, putting their fingers in their pussies like that. But I had never done it myself, and I certainly didn’t think my little sister would. She sure did, though.

When I masturbated back then, as a 12-year-old, I mostly concentrated on stimulating my clitoris. I played with my nipples too, and I liked how it felt to rub my fingertips around the opening to my vagina, but I had never yet tried putting my fingers (or anything else) up inside my pussy. I sort of wanted to, but I was afraid I might do something wrong and it would hurt. Besides, just playing with my clit usually made me come fairly easily and quickly.

So it surprised me when I saw Kate push her finger way up inside. I didn’t say anything to her about it, but I made up my mind I would try it for myself.

That attempt would have to come at another time, though. Because a minute later, after Kate was done licking her finger, she said, “Man, I’m hungry. Do you want to order a pizza?”

“Okay.”

“Or, wait, maybe that would take too long. Why don’t we just have sandwiches?”

“That’s fine.”

I didn’t care what we had. I would have preferred to masturbate some more, but apparently Kate needed to eat. Being so athletic, always off playing one sport or another, gave her a big appetite.

We made our sandwiches and ate them in the family room while watching a video.

Have you ever seen the old movie, Personal Best? It was one of my mom’s favorites and Kate liked it a lot too. Partly, I suppose, because it was about young female athletes. But mostly, I expect, because it showed a couple of hot girls kissing and then having sex. It didn’t show everything, of course, it wasn’t porn. But it was definitely arousing. And it had a pretty good story too.

While the movie was on, Kate cuddled up close to me. It felt nice sitting that way, watching those sexy girls on the screen and holding my sister in my arms. After it was over, we switched around the channels for a while, not really staying on anything for very long, until Molly and our mother came home. They brought ice cream sundaes for dessert — yay! — which we all enjoyed together.

“Okay, girls,” said my mom, when we’d finished our treats, “time for bed.”

She sent Kate and Molly upstairs but took my hand, holding me back. I turned to her. My mother had that intense expression on her face again, a look of pure animal desire. It made me so excited when I saw her like that.

“After I’m sure Molly is asleep,” she told me, “I’m going to have a talk with Kate tonight. About you-know-what.”

I smiled. “Really?”

“Uh-huh. I’ve been thinking about it a lot.”

I knew that was true, since she had spoken to me about it in detail each of the two previous nights. And we’d done a lot more than just converse, of course.

She licked her lips and raised her hands to her breasts. She was wearing jeans and a tight t-shirt. Her bra was thin enough that her erect nipples clearly poked through.

“I’ll put Molly in bed first,” my mom squeezed her nipples as she said my little sister’s name — it seemed like there was some connection there, but I wasn’t sure what it was, “and then I’ll go in and talk with Kate. I think she’s ready for it. I know I am.”

A ripple of arousal passed through her body. She was trembling with lust.

After inhaling deeply, and then letting it out, apparently trying to calm herself, my mother took my face in her hands and gave me a long wet kiss. Then she said, “You go to bed now, lover. Think of how much fun we’ll have together, you and me and Katie, playing our game. Okay?”

“Okay.”

I kissed her lips one more time, two more times, and then headed upstairs.

Continue on to Chapter 30