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The Joy of Looking, Chapter 40

  • Posted on May 8, 2015 at 2:37 pm

By Naughty Mommy

During the second week of January, after the holidays were over and we were back in school, it was time for the annual midyear parent-teacher conferences. That was always a busy night for our mom because she had three children attending the school and had to spend at least some time with all our different teachers.

We didn’t look forward to it either, because it meant that the following night we had our own conference at home with our mother. She would make sort of a ritual out of it each time, bringing home dinner and then after we ate asking us kids to do the dishes while she got things set up in the dining room.

By now you’ve probably noticed that our mom was an exceptionally loving and affectionate parent — while also being a parent who could be extremely strict about the specific rules she laid down. One of those rules was doing your very best in school. If she ever heard anything from our teachers that she thought was a valid criticism of us or our efforts, she would be adamant about getting a commitment from us to correct the faulty behavior, whatever that might be.

We finished cleaning up, and then joined our mother in the dining room. The notes she’d taken during her meetings with our teachers were laid out before her.

“Good news, girls,” she began. “You’re all doing very well.”

I heard a sigh of relief from Kate, who typically had the most to fear. Although she was certainly bright enough to get good grades, her devotion to academics sometimes took second place to her love of athletics.

Mommy said, “Julie, the reports on you are uniformly excellent, as usual. I’m quite pleased. You’re doing fine, fine work in every subject. It really couldn’t be any better.”

She smiled at me.

I shifted in my seat, a little embarrassed to receive such high praise. Our mother could be stern when correcting our mistakes, but she could also be effusive when telling us we’d done well. It was very nice to hear, of course, but for some reason I always felt shy about being commended this way.

“I want to say too, dear, how grateful I am for the extra work you do here at home, looking out for your sisters, I mean, and helping with the cooking and so on. Of course, we all have to pitch in, we each have our jobs to do, but it means a great deal to me that I can count on you, that you take your responsibilities so seriously and complete them so well. I really appreciate that. Thank you.”

“You’re welcome, Mommy,” I mumbled, blushing.

“Also, I happened to be talking with one of the other moms, and she mentioned that she’s had trouble finding a good reliable babysitter for her kids. She has a 3-year-old and 5-year-old. Do you think you might be interested in that?”

“In what?”

“In babysitting. I told her, uh, Ms. Gallagher is her name, I told Ms. Gallagher about you, that I thought you could do an excellent job for her.”

“But — you think I’m old enough?” The sitters my mom hired for us had always been at least 14 years old.

“Yes, I do. It’s up to you, though. You don’t have to do it if you don’t want to.”

“No, I, I guess I could. Sure, why not?”

“All right, that’s fine. I’ll call her and let her know you’re available.” She smiled at me again before turning to the next in line.

“Kate, good job so far this year, very good. You’re doing better this year than last in most areas, and I’m pleased with that. The only subject where I can see room for improvement is math. You got a B-minus on your last test. Do you think you can do better than that, or is the work too difficult for you?”

It was my sister’s turn to shift uncomfortably in her chair. “Um, no, it’s not, I mean, it’s not really that difficult. I just have to try a little harder, that’s all. I can do better at it, and um, I will. I promise.”

Mommy smiled at her. “I’m sure you can do better, sweetheart, and I know you will. Just give it your best, that’s all I ask. By the way, when I talked with your basketball coach, he couldn’t say enough about what a great teammate you are and how well you’re doing in practice. Your first game is Tuesday, next week, right?”

“Uh-huh,” Kate nodded.

“Good. We’ll all be there, cheering for you.”

My sister beamed with pride. “Awesome!”

“And now, Molly. Your teachers all love you, darling, just like I do. Well, maybe not quite as much as I do, but they all seem to love you anyway.” We chuckled when our mother said that.

“Your grades are very good, perfect so far, in fact, nothing but A’s. The only complaint anyone has is that sometimes you seem to get distracted, like your mind is wandering. Can you tell me what’s going on with that?”

“I don’t know.”

“What does it mean when you’re not paying attention in class? Why does that happen?”

“It just gets so boring,” Molly told her. “Like, like I already know all the stuff they’re saying, and I just start thinking about other stuff.”

“Does it happen in one subject more than in others? Or is it that way all the time?”

“I don’t know.”

“Okay, well, as long as your grades are good, that’s understandable. And if it’s any consolation, pumpkin, when I was your age, I was almost always bored in school too. Bored out of my mind.”

Mommy smiled, and so did we.

We knew, of course, that our mom had been a total whiz in school. She was one of those prodigies who graduated high school early, in her case when she was 16, and then flew through college. At 19, she received her bachelor’s degree. That was the same year she became pregnant, with me, and then got married (not long after her mother died, which is probably not a coincidence). She stayed in college, earning her master’s at age 21, and entered law school.

By the time she was 24 years old, she was a law school graduate — as well as, amazingly, the mother of three young children. Only two years after that, she was divorced. I don’t think you could say her life has been easy, but she sure has accomplished a lot.

“All right, girls, that wraps it up for this conference. Excellent work, each of you. Keep it up now, so when we do this the next time, in June, it’ll be all smiles again.”

We got up from the table, relieved that it was over. However, as Molly and Kate left the room, my mom took my hand, drawing me aside.

Uh-oh, I thought to myself. If there was ever anything really bad she had to say, she would almost always do that in private, not in front of the others. But what could she have to scold me about? I wracked my brain, trying to figure it out.

“Julie, honey, let’s sit down again for a minute. There’s something important we need to discuss.”

“What is it?” I’m sure my face was white.

My mother patted my hand. “Don’t worry, darling, it’s nothing bad, not at all. Quite the opposite.”

The school principal, it turned out, had informed my mom that I was being considered for recruitment by one of the country’s most prestigious private prep schools. The principal told her she’d been approached by this school and asked to recommend her top sixth or seventh grade student, someone they could evaluate with the possibility of someday making an offer of a scholarship. Mine was the name she gave them.

“Me?” I asked, astonished.

“Yes, you,” said my mom. “Do you know how well you did on the Nydegger Test, the one you took last September?”

“No. Did I do good?”

She smiled. “Only the highest score the school has seen in the past ten years, that’s all.”

“Really?”

“Uh-huh. But listen, honey, this, this prep school that might be coming after you — you’ll have to think about it very carefully. It could be a really wonderful opportunity, a chance to make a mark for yourself, meet some valuable people and get started toward a great career.”

She was frowning as she said that, though, not smiling any more.

“What’s wrong?” I asked.

“Well, nothing’s wrong. It’s just…” There were tears in her eyes. “I’m so proud of you, Julie, so very proud. I want everything for you. I want you to have every opportunity there is, so you can grow up to be and do whatever you want, and… and…”

“And what, Mommy?”

She swallowed hard. “And even if it means that, that you decide to go away somewhere, like to this prep school up in New England, if it’s what you really want, if that’s the best thing for you, then you should do it.”

“Go away? But I couldn’t. Not ever.”

“Are you sure? Because this is not the sort of opportunity that comes along very often. I really think you ought to consider it.”

“No. No way, I’m not leaving you. I’m not gonna go away to some dumb school way up in who knows where. I never want to leave you and Kate and Molly…” Now I was in tears.

“Oh, Julie.” My mother got up from her seat, taking me into her arms, hugging me.

“Mommy, I don’t ever want to leave you,” I sobbed. “Please don’t make me go away.”

“I won’t, darling, I won’t, I promise.” She held me close, kissing my neck.

A few minutes later we walked from the dining room together, arm in arm, having dried our tears. We found my sisters in the family room, watching TV.

“Come on, Molly girl, it’s time for you to get in bed.” My mother held out her hand and Molly took it.

“Okay,” smiled my baby sister. She never seemed to complain when Mommy said she had to go to bed.

I sat on the sofa next to Kate and we watched them go upstairs and disappear into Molly’s room. Kate switched to a different channel, then to another one.

“What was all that crying about?” she asked, after a minute.

“Oh, nothing. Just, um, there’s this prep school in New England, somewhere near Boston, I think, and it’s some fancy big deal place you’re supposed to be totally impressed by. Anyway, they might want me to go up there starting in 9th grade, you know, for high school. But I don’t want to.”

“So why were you crying?”

I smiled at her, then laid my head on her shoulder. “Because of how sad I would be if I had to leave you and Molly and Mommy.”

I took her hand. She switched the remote to the other hand and changed channels again.

* * *

Later that night, as I lay in bed in the dark trying to fall asleep, I kept thinking about everything.

It was pretty cool, I realized, that such a prestigious school was interested in me and that our principal had recommended me to them. It made me feel proud. Of course, it didn’t change my attitude about going up there, if they ever really wanted me, that is. But it was awesome even to be considered.

And then, just for fun, I started to imagine what it might be like to attend a boarding school. Not that I would ever want to, but just for fun…

In my mind, I pictured a place with ivy on the walls and with lots of cute girls walking around wearing short plaid skirts. Just girls, of course, no boys. In my fantasy, this is a girls-only school. And all the teachers are women too, very pretty and sexy…

Yeah, that’s good, and let’s see, the girls at the school all sleep in one big room. At night, some of the girls will get out of their own beds and crawl in with other girls, and there is a lot of kissing and touching in the dark…

Ooh, and maybe at this particular school, they enroll not only high school students, but younger ones too, say, starting around the fourth grade, about 9 or 10 years old. The younger ones sometimes will notice the older girls getting up at night and climbing in bed with other girls and kissing, and so they get curious and they want to try it too, but they really need one of the older girls to show them how…

And let’s just suppose that I went to that school, and I was one of the older girls who was teaching the younger ones what to do. I would invite them to my bed at night and we would get naked together and I would look at their beautiful young bodies and touch them and kiss them and —

By that time I was climaxing in my bed as I conjured up this scenario.

It was another nice one to add to the long list of fantasies I used in my nightly sessions of masturbation… while I waited patiently for my mother to seduce me.

Continue on to Chapter 41

The Joy of Looking, Chapter 39

  • Posted on May 8, 2015 at 2:30 pm

By Naughty Mommy

In the first minutes of the year 2010, I had a thunderous orgasm as I masturbated on the sofa with my sister and the babysitter.

When it ended, when the three of us had managed to wind down from our spectacular simultaneous climaxes, we just looked at one another for a moment —— before bursting into laughter and falling together, hugging and kissing and wishing each other a very happy new year.

But we weren’t finished yet. Danni was the one who decided we needed more.

“Let’s not stop,” she urged. “Let’s keep going. Let’s do it again. You want to?”

“I do!” nodded Kate.

“So do I,” I said. “Except, um, except this time I want to do it a little slower, and I want to watch you guys. Last time I had to keep my eyes closed because, you know, I had to try to make it by exactly midnight if I could.”

That made them giggle, thinking how we’d all managed to come right at the stroke of 12:00.

“Yeah, that sounds nice,” Danni agreed, as she put her hands between her legs again and began rubbing herself. “I like to watch.”

“Me too,” I said. “I love looking at you, and at Kate, when you’re naked like this. You’re just so sexy and so hot.”

“Mmm, Julie, keep talking,” urged my sister as she resumed masturbating.

“Okay.” I sat up a bit on the sofa, turning so I could face them more directly. Then I had an inspiration.

I climbed onto Danni’s leg, straddling her, my wet pussy just above her knee. As I continued playing with myself, I said, “I want to do it like this, so I can really see what you’re doing, and you can see what I’m doing.”

“Oh, man, me too!” agreed Kate, and she clambered onto Danni’s other leg, taking the same position as me.

It struck me then what an amazing sight this would be for someone just coming into the room. Three naked females — one of them a teenager with a beautifully developed nubile body, her breasts perky and round, dark nipples fully erect, the other two girls barely pubescent with tiny tits and almost no pubic hair — and all three masturbating, with each other and for each other.

“Goddamn, this is so fucking hot!” Danni hissed as she furiously rubbed her pussy, her eyes going back and forth between my crotch and Kate’s. Apparently she was thinking along the same lines as me. “Two little girls… two little girls…”

I could tell that she was already close to another climax.

I don’t think I’ve ever known another girl or woman who could come as fast and as often as Danni could. She was like an orgasm machine. And watching her get so turned on that way made me extra excited too. I wasn’t sure I could get there as soon as her, but I could try. I rubbed my little clit very quickly as I looked at her and at Kate.

But not too quickly. As I’d said before, this time I really wanted to watch. I wanted to be able to see them, see what they were doing as they played with themselves, building gradually toward a peak of intensity. Or, in Danni’s case, maybe not so gradually.

It was actually hard to do both things at the same time, to masturbate and to keep my eyes open so I could watch them. Plus, I suddenly remembered, Kate had asked me to keep talking. So I did that too.

“I love looking at you,” I said to them. “I love seeing your naked bodies, watching you touch yourselves.”

“God, yeah,” sighed Kate, as she licked her lips and stared at Danni’s pussy.

It was too much for Danni. She climaxed a third time, her pace well ahead of mine and Kate’s. “Fuck!” she cried loudly. I worried again that Molly might wake up, but she didn’t.

My sister and I continued to rub ourselves while we watched our babysitter enjoy her orgasm. A few minutes later, we were both almost ready to come, and Danni was already at the brink of another one too. This time we came simultaneously, the way we had at midnight.

When we finished, we fell together as before, three young girls, skin hot and slick with perspiration, hands wet with our juices. We were too spent to do much kissing. We just held each other, panting and moaning.

And that’s the way our mother found us when she came into the house.

“Oh my,” we heard her say.

Mommy came around to the front of the sofa and stood with her hands on her hips, looking at us, but not with disapproval. She was smiling and licking her lips.

“Oh my,” she said again, glancing at the champagne bottle and the empty glasses.

The three of us had been so caught up in our erotic debauchery that we’d failed to hear her car drive up or the garage door opening. Now we just giggled as we sprawled naked before her.

She obviously didn’t mind what she saw. “You girls having a party?” she asked with a wink.

“Yeah, we had a party, all right,” said Kate. “That kind of a party!”

That sent us into hysterical laughter. I don’t know if it was the alcohol, or our nervousness at being discovered that way, or the giddy high of our sexual abandon — or all three — but we couldn’t stop laughing.

Finally we began to settle down. Kate and I shifted off of Danni’s lap and sat next to her, on either side. I looked up at my mother, standing in front of us. She was wearing a tight tank top with no bra, a short pleated skirt, and high stiletto heels. She looked incredibly seductive.

Mommy raised her hands to her breasts, massaging them and pinching her nipples through the thin top. “Am I invited to the party too?” she asked in a low voice.

Without waiting for an answer, she stepped out of her heels and joined us on the sofa. She straddled Danni, facing her, her legs sliding in beside mine and Kate’s. She inhaled deeply, drawing her hands up the insides of her thighs, slowly lifting her skirt. Her face was flushed. Our mother seemed intensely excited.

As she raised the short skirt and her crotch became visible, we could see that she was not wearing any panties. Had she spent the whole night dancing that way?

Sliding a hand between her legs to touch herself, Mommy asked Danni, “What were you doing with my daughters while I was gone?”

The teenager licked her lips before responding, “I… we were masturbating…”

“Do you know how young my daughters are? My little girls, only 12 and, and 10 years old, and you were — did you have an orgasm?”

“Uh-huh,” Danni nodded.

Mommy was rubbing her pussy faster. “Did they see you come?”

Danni nodded again. She had her own hands between her legs and was masturbating again.

“And did you, did my little girls come too? While you were watching them?”

“Yeah, they did. It was totally hot.”

My mother suddenly grabbed Danni’s hand, pressing it between her legs. “Put your fingers in me,” she demanded, “fuck me with your fingers!”

“Oh wow…” I heard Kate sigh.

I glanced over at her and could see that was rubbing her pussy. I was rubbing mine too, I realized. I’d started masturbating without even thinking about it as I watched my mom acting so slutty and exciting.

“Fuck me!”

Danni complied, looking into our mother’s eyes as she felt for the opening of her vagina with her fingers and then slid one, now two fingers up inside her.

“Oh god yeah,” Mommy groaned, “fuck me and make me come!”

She began to move up and down, raising and lowering her body, matching her movements to the thrusting of the teen’s fingers inside her wet cunt.

Mommy groaned again. Then she reached up and pulled one of the thin straps of her tank top off her shoulder, freeing a breast. She grabbed her tit, squeezing it to point the nipple, and held it in front of Danni’s face. The girl took the nipple into her mouth.

“Suck my tit! Suck on my nipple, bitch, while you’re fucking my pussy!”

“Oh my god,” Kate moaned. She sounded like she might be getting close to an orgasm.

I rubbed my clit faster. I loved seeing my mom act this way, so nasty and dominating. It reminded me of how she’d been with Rayne, one of the first times I ever watched her having sex.

“Suck it! Suck it hard! Bite it!”

My mother took Danni by the wrist, making her move her fingers even faster inside her. “Fuck me harder! Fuck me now and — oh god I —”

Then she came. She began to cry out.

Kate was climaxing too. I heard her squealing in ecstasy.

I was very close myself, just about there.

Mommy shuddered violently and cried out again, almost screaming.

I worried once more about Molly waking up. But then I imagined what might happen if she did — my cute little blonde sister, 8 years old, stepping out of her room, coming down the stairs, sitting close to us, watching — and as I pictured that, I climaxed.

I fell back against the sofa, my eyes squeezed shut as I clutched at my spasming pussy. This orgasm lasted a long time, wave after wave of delicious hot perfection exploding out of my cunt and radiating through my body.

When I was finally able to open my eyes, I looked up at my mom. She was still on Danni’s lap, holding the girl’s wrist between her legs.

“Oh goddamn FUCK that’s so fucking good!” Mommy gasped and panted. I could smell her powerful sexual aroma. She must have gushed all over Danni’s hand.

“So goddamn fucking good,” she repeated. “Mmm, you make me hot.”

Then my mother did something I hadn’t seen her do before. After pulling the other strap of her top off her shoulder, revealing both lovely breasts, she took the second tit into her hand and lifted it toward her face. Extending her tongue, she licked the erect nipple. She licked it thoroughly and kissed it a few times and she even sucked it briefly between her lips.

Looking into Danni’s eyes, Mommy told her, “I need to come again. Don’t stop. Keep fucking me!”

The girl’s fingers were still inside our mother’s cunt. She began moving them in and out.

“Fuck me… fuck me… fuck me and make me come…” Mommy was sliding up and down on Danni’s hand as she squeezed her own tits, pinching the nipples.

Watching and listening to all this was enough to take my sister over the top one more time. “Mommy!” I heard her cry, and then I heard the squeals that always accompanied her orgasms.

My mother reached her second climax very quickly. I didn’t come with her this time. It was still too soon for me.

But I rubbed my little clit as I stared at her face while she came, loving the idea that I was able to watch my own mom having hot lesbian sex right in front of me.

When Mommy finished coming, she grabbed Danni’s face in her hands, kissing her wetly. Then she looked into her eyes and said, “I’m going to eat you now. I’m going to suck your cunt and make you come in my mouth.”

Immediately she slid off the sofa onto the floor, kneeling between her legs. She pushed Danni’s thighs apart, licking her lips as she studied the teenager’s bald pussy. “Mmm, god, you look delicious.”

Danni put hands between her legs, using her fingers to open her labia. “Lick me,” she urged, “lick me and make me come while your daughters watch.”

My mom smiled up at her. She glanced over at me, giving me a wink, and then lowered her face to the girl’s cunt.

I looked at Kate. She seemed to be off somewhere in a world of her own, slumped on her side, her fingers working between her legs, her eyes shut tight. I hoped she would open them soon so she could see Mommy licking the babysitter. I didn’t say anything to her, but I wondered what she might be thinking about as she masturbated so intently.

When my mom told Danni she was going to ‘eat’ her, apparently that wasn’t just a figure of speech. Her mouth was pressed deeply into Danni’s cunt now, hungrily licking and sucking and swallowing. It even seemed like she was chewing! Before when I’d watched girls or women eating pussy, it was done a little more delicately, but not this time.

Danni obviously loved it. She was holding Mommy’s head in her hands, pulling her face tightly against her crotch, moaning and sobbing with pleasure. Within moments she began to come, and I think during the next five minutes or so she had an almost continuous series of orgasms.

I was happy to see that my sister had returned to our world and was moving in closer now to watch the action. She was still masturbating, and so was I.

I rubbed my pussy faster and faster. I looked at Danni’s face as she climaxed again and again. I looked at my mother’s mouth sucking and licking the teenager’s cunt. I looked at my little sister playing with herself as she stared at the sight before her. And then I came.

My climax didn’t last quite as long this time, but it was a strong one. A few sharp jolts ripped through me, taking my breath away. My thighs clamped together and I felt hot liquids oozing between my fingers. After several seconds I was able to regain control of myself, start breathing again, and open my eyes.

I was glad I could, because just then I saw my mom reach down between her legs with one hand and begin fucking her cunt. It seemed she wanted to have one more orgasm while the girl came in her mouth.

So she did. Mommy fucked herself hard for maybe half a minute, never taking her face away from Danni’s pussy, and soon she was climaxing.

A moment later, Kate started squealing. She was coming again too.

I just sat and watched, taking it all in. The whole thing was so amazing, so almost unbelievable. A year and a half earlier, before all this began, I couldn’t possibly have guessed that I would be where I was now, part of an incestuous lesbian orgy* with the babysitter, my sister Kate, and my mom. But there I was.

And that’s how the evening ended.

My mother sat back on her heels, wiping her chin, a huge grin creasing her face. Her lipstick was smeared, her blonde hair everywhere, tank top hanging around her waist, the little pleated skirt wildly askew. She looked incredibly sexy.

Danni was totally limp, her arms at her sides, her legs spread, chest rising and falling as her breathing gradually slowed. Her eyes were closed, her face still flushed.

Kate was licking and sucking her finger, the one that had been inside her.

My mom seemed to be deliriously happy. She got to her feet, held her arms out and declared, “Happy New Year, everyone!”

Kate and I both stood up to give her a big hug. “Happy New Year, Mommy!!”


* When I consider all the things I’ve seen and done since, it seems funny to me now that I would ever have called this comparatively innocent little party an ‘orgy’. But that is how I thought of it at the time, and I’ve written down what was going through my head as a 12-year-old. Within only a few months, of course, I would learn what a real lesbian orgy was all about. If you choose to keep reading these chapters, you’ll soon find out what I mean.

Continue on to Chapter 40

The Joy of Looking, Chapter 38

  • Posted on May 8, 2015 at 2:19 pm

By Naughty Mommy

A few days after Christmas, Grandpa Ray and Grandma June went home and I moved back into my own room. Us kids had no school, of course, but Mommy had to go back to the law firm, although she was able to leave work early most afternoons so she could get some extra time with us.

The three of us enjoyed our days off, sleeping late, eating whatever we wanted, and having fun with all our new goodies, including two super cool video games Kate had received. Molly was captivated by her gigantic dollhouse, spending hours arranging things and trotting her dolls around, having them talk to each other.

I noticed again that Molly’s boy dolls were invariably left out of the action, languishing on a shelf, unused. When they were setting up the dollhouse on Christmas, Grandma June had asked Molly about the absence of boy dolls.

“Where are all the men?” she’d inquired, after Molly brought down an armload of girl dolls from her bedroom to populate the place.

“I don’t like boys,” Molly answered simply, “only girls.”

Grandma June had just shrugged then, not pursuing the issue.

But it made me wonder about my baby sister. Did she mean she liked girls in the same way I liked girls? Was she old enough yet to understand her sexual preferences, or was I just putting my own desires into her head? I wasn’t sure, but I hoped to find out someday.

* * *

On New Year’s Eve, Mommy told us she was planning to go out dancing that night and that she would have a sitter come over to stay with us. She said that even though I was mature and responsible enough to take care of my sisters most of the time, New Year’s Eve could be kind of a crazy night and she wanted to make sure someone older was with us, just to be safe.

That didn’t make a lot sense to me, I mean, what could really happen?

But when the babysitter showed up, I began to understand. Because it wasn’t just any babysitter, it was Danni!

We hadn’t seen Danni for several months. The last time was in September when she’d stayed with Molly and Kate on the night Mommy took me to Victoria’s Secret and we had such a fantastic time with Tracy and Melissa, and then later with Danni too.

The leer my mother gave to me when Danni arrived, and the amorous way she greeted her when only I was looking — with a kiss on the lips and a squeeze of her bottom — made me think there was a very good chance of things getting quite interesting later that night. So I didn’t mind at all being judged as too young to be left unsupervised on New Year’s Eve.

It was winter now, which meant that Danni wasn’t wearing anything like the little short-shorts she’d had on the last time we saw her. But the 18-year-old was in a tight-fitting skirt, a sweater that showed no evidence of having a bra beneath it, and a pair of very high heels. It wasn’t your typical babysitter attire, that’s for sure. She looked scrumptious and oh so seductive.

Mommy left a few minutes later, at about 9:30, and then it was time to get Molly in bed. I offered to do it, but Danni said she wanted to.

Kate and I stayed downstairs, playing one of her video games. It was fun and we were both getting really into it. But then at one point, during a break in the action, I happened to glance at the clock and saw that it was almost 10:30. What was Danni doing up there with our little sister all that time??

I was about to ask Kate whether she thought I should go up there and check on them when Danni finally came down. The teen’s face was flushed and she was straightening her sweater, or at least that’s how it appeared to me.

“Do you guys want anything?” she asked with a smile. “A Coke, or maybe some chips or something?”

Kate and I both said we were okay for now. Danni shrugged and went to the kitchen. She returned a few minutes later holding a drink, something alcoholic I assumed.

“What game is that?” she asked.

“It’s, um, it’s from the Legend of Zelda series,” answered Kate. “This one is called Phantom Hourglass.”

“Is it fun?”

“Yeah, it’s great,” we both assured her.

“I haven’t played that many video games,” Danni mused. “I mostly like to get my kicks doing other things.”

The way she said that made me think I could guess what was on her mind. It may not have been Princess Zelda but it probably was a girl. Hopefully two girls — me and Kate!

My sister looked at me and we instantly made a mutual decision to turn off the game and put it away. Danni came over and sat on the sofa, squeezing in between us. She crossed her legs and adjusted her skirt, pulling it up to reveal plenty of thigh.

“I remember the last time I was here,” Danni remarked, winking at me.

“Why? What happened?” asked Kate.

I hadn’t ever said anything to my sister about that wild night. I’m not sure why, but maybe it was because I figured Mommy would tell her whatever she wanted her to know about it.

Danni didn’t answer the question directly. She took a big gulp of her drink and said, “That was so much fun. Your mom really knows how to have a good time.”

I giggled and blushed.

“What are you guys talking about?” Kate demanded.

Turning to her, Danni sighed theatrically. “Ah, little girl, I guess you’re just not old enough yet for things like that.”

“Like what?!!”

“Stop it,” I laughed. “Don’t tease her that way.”

I took a deep breath, deciding to go ahead and tell my sister at least a little bit about that night. “Um, Kate, when, uh, when Danni was here that time before, and after we got home, Mommy and me, and, um, there were, there were two other girls with us too…”

“Yeah,” added Danni, “Tracy and Melissa. They were hot.”

“Melissa?” inquired Kate. “You mean that Melissa?”

I nodded. “Yeah, from Victoria’s Secret. I mean, they were both from Victoria’s Secret, Tracy and Melissa. They both work there.”

“So what happened?” she asked.

“Well, um, remember, it was right around my birthday, and Mommy took me to Victoria’s Secret that night, sort of, like, to do some shopping, the way you got to do on your birthday…” I was stalling, and Kate could tell.

“Yeah, but what happened here, after you guys came home?”

“We… Mommy brought Melissa and Tracy here with us. Well, they came in their own car, in Melissa’s car, but Mommy said she thought maybe we could have sort of a little party here with them, and with Danni.”

“And what a party!” Danni grinned.

“What kind of a party?” asked Kate.

“What kind do you think it was?” Danni winked at her.

“You mean…” Kate started to smile.

“Uh-huh,” I nodded. “That kind of a party.”

“Wow. With, with three girls? And Mommy? And you?”

“Well, mostly I just watched. Mostly.”

After kicking off her high heels, Danni uncrossed her legs and tugged her skirt up further, almost up to her crotch. Looking into Kate’s eyes, she put her hand on her own leg and drew her fingers slowly up the inside of her thigh, gently stroking. “What an amazing night that was…”

I saw Kate swallow, her eyes wide as she stared at Danni’s legs, watching the girl caress herself. “Man, I really wish I could have seen it. Instead of just being asleep the whole time.”

“But you’re still a little kid,” Danni grinned. “How old are you? Only 10?”

“Yeah, but — god, you’re hot, Danni!”

“That’s what your sister said too,” the teenager giggled.

She turned to me. “Remember what you told me when you came in that night? That you were thinking about me on the way home, and playing with yourself in the car?”

“Yeah, I do.”

I was definitely getting turned on. I felt a little nervous about revealing these details to Kate. But sitting next to Danni on the sofa, and seeing the sexy way she was dressed, and remembering what we’d done when she was here before, and now watching her caress her leg so suggestively — it all added up to a very arousing combination.

First I just squeezed my thighs together. That felt good, but I wanted more. I needed more.

I was starting to feel jumpy inside because I realized I was about to take another step, to try something I hadn’t tried before, to masturbate with someone when Mommy wasn’t with me. Someone outside the family, I mean, not just Kate. And maybe not only masturbate with her but do even more!

Thinking about that made me extra bold. “Danni?”

“Yeah?”

“Will you kiss me?”

It was incredibly daring of me to ask for that. I was certain Danni wouldn’t mind, she’d probably be glad to kiss me. But doing it in front of Kate — and when Mommy wasn’t around — that was way out there, another mark of my increasing sexual assertiveness.

“You want me to kiss you?” Danni smiled.

“Yeah, I do. I really do.” I put my hand on my little breast, rubbing it through my t-shirt. I wasn’t wearing a bra. My nipple was hard. I looked at the girl’s mouth and licked my lips.

Kate was staring at me, looking like her eyes would pop out of her head.

“Here, hold this,” the teen handed her glass to my sister. Then she turned toward me.

I took her face in my hands and brought my lips to hers. I had only kissed Danni once before, at the front door of our house as she was leaving on the night of the orgy. This time, I wanted to make it really good. I opened my mouth and kissed her deeply and wetly, using a lot of tongue.

“Oh, man,” I heard Kate sigh.

Danni finally pulled away, grinning broadly at me and breathing hard, her hands caressing my neck. “Goddamn, you are one sexy young girl.”

I returned her grin, wiping my mouth. “Thanks!”

Then she turned back toward Kate, asking, “Do you want to kiss me too?”

My sister nodded bashfully, a tentative smile on her face. She’d set Danni’s empty glass on the table by the sofa, leaving her hands free. She appeared nervous to me, but excited as well.

“Have you ever kissed a girl before, like that, I mean?” the teenager asked.

“Uh-uh,” mumbled Kate. “Except for Julie. And, you know, my mom.”

“Just your sister and your mom.” Danni shook her head in amazement. “What a totally awesome family.”

She put a hand between her legs, rubbing herself. “You guys get me so hot… mmm, I could come in about five seconds… but, you want me to kiss you first?”

Kate nodded again. “Um, yes, please.”

She was so cute! My sister’s usual brash confidence was gone, replaced with a timid shyness. It made her seem like the 10-year-old child she really was. I loved her for it.

Danni leaned in for the kiss with little Katie. They started slowly, but soon built up to where they had their arms around each other and were pressing their bodies together.

When they finished, the teen exclaimed, “Oh my god, you are too hot! What a sexy little girl you are!”

She turned to stare at me. “Is that the way you guys kiss? You and your sister?”

“Uh-huh,” I nodded. “You want to watch us?”

“Hell, yeah, I do!”

As an afterthought, I added, “And we masturbate together too. All the time.”

“Oh my god…” moaned Danni, spreading her legs apart and using both hands to stroke her pussy through her undies. “I really have to come now.”

Giggling, I reached in front of the girl to take Kate’s hand. We got to our knees, on either side of the babysitter, and brought our lips together.

After kissing Danni the way she had, Kate seemed to have lost most of her nervousness. She eagerly kissed me, opening her mouth and searching for my tongue with hers.

I was definitely not feeling nervous any more at all. I was hot and excited and ready for anything. In addition to kissing my sister, I grabbed for her little tits with my hands, squeezing them through her shirt. Then I reached under her shirt so I could touch her with nothing in the way. That made Kate feel bold too, because she did the same thing, reaching inside my t-shirt to play with my boobs.

“God, oh my god, you guys…” Danni sighed, pulling her panties to the side so she could rub her pussy directly. “Take off… take off your shirts, okay?”

Laughing wildly, Kate I and yanked our shirts over our heads and flung them away. Then we fell together again, kissing wetly and fondling each other’s titties as Danni masturbated between us. Within only a minute or two, she was coming.

My sister and I stopped kissing so we could watch Danni’s face as she climaxed.

The teenager gasped and moaned, slumping on the sofa. Her eyes were tightly shut, her face turning all red, her pretty features contorted by the impact of her orgasm.

“Ooooooh FUCK yeah!!” she cried as another powerful spasm surged through her.

I worried for a moment that Molly might wake up if we were too loud — but then I reasoned, well, if she does, she does. After all, Mommy chose to leave Danni with us tonight knowing very well what might happen.

“Man, that is so awesome,” sighed Kate as she stared at the sexy girl between us.

Danni soon opened her eyes.

“Oh my god, look what you guys did to me,” she grinned, lifting her hands from between her legs. They were literally dripping with her fluids. She put her fingers in her mouth, tasting herself.

“Man…” Kate repeated.

Raising her eyebrows, Danni asked, “You want to taste it? Your sister did when I was here last time.”

“She did? Really?” Kate looked at me, apparently astonished.

I nodded. “Yeah, I did. She, um, she tastes really good. You should try some.”

“Okay.”

The babysitter held her hand up in front of Kate’s face. Her fingers were shiny with her wetness. Kate took a sniff and then a lick and then she eagerly sucked two of Danni’s fingers into her mouth.

“Mmm, yeah, that is good,” my sister said when she finished, smacking her lips. “But, um, what else happened here that night? Tell me everything!”

“Well, we…” I paused. “I don’t really know if I should tell you everything. I mean, I don’t know if Mommy would want me to.”

Now Kate looked exasperated.

I understood how she might feel. She was probably disappointed to have missed out on the exotic adventures I’d already had. And then, if I topped it off by refusing to tell her about them, that just seemed mean. So I changed my mind.

“Okay, I don’t care what Mommy thinks. I’m gonna tell you anyway.”

“Really?” Kate broke into a broad grin, making me feel right about my choice.

Danni had been looking back and forth between us as this exchange took place. When I announced my decision to go ahead, she nodded eagerly. “God, yeah, this’ll be fun.”

Then she sat up. “But you know what? It’s New Year’s Eve, and we’re talking about a party, right? So why don’t we have a party? There’s champagne in the fridge — I’ll open it and we can all have some — and we can get out some chips and dips and stuff too, and then we’ll put on some music and have a real party, okay?”

Kate bounced off the sofa, topless. “Yeah, come on!” she clapped as she jumped up and down, her little titties bouncing along with her.

I was caught up in the excitement. Ordinarily I would have been the one to slow things down, to call for caution, but on this night I chose not to. I could still hear that critical voice, away off somewhere in the back of my head, telling me that what we were doing was bad and wrong, but for once I ignored it.

I jumped up too, flinging my arms into the air. “Whee, a party!”

The three of us dashed to the kitchen, opening cupboards, pulling out boxes of crackers and bags of chips, looking for paper party plates and napkins, rummaging in the fridge for dips and string cheese. Danni found the chilled bottle of champagne and when the cork shot out with a POP! we all shrieked in delight.

We returned to the family room, arms laden with our bounty. Kate put herself in charge of the music and soon we were rocking. I was almost sure it would wake Molly up, but somehow it didn’t. Once she was asleep, she stayed asleep.

My sister and I both still had our shirts off, and when Danni handed us our champagne glasses, preparing to offer a toast, suddenly she shouted, “Hold it!” Setting her glass down for a moment, she quickly pulled her sweater over her head and then she was topless too. That set us off into torrents of laughter.

We danced and ate chips and crackers and tried to drink our champagne and get drunk. I didn’t like the taste very much, and I don’t think Kate did either, but we each managed to finish a full glass. Danni, meanwhile, drank three or four glasses.

I never did get around to telling my sister that night about everything that had happened with Danni and the others when Danni had been there before. I’d intended to, but then we got distracted by the fun of our impromptu New Year’s Eve party, by the music and the dancing, and, well, by the other things we did too.

As midnight approached, a slow song came on the CD that was playing. The three of us drew in together for a little group hug. We’d turned the lights down earlier to create a better mood, and now, with the sultry music on, and with the champagne swirling in my head, and with my arms around two half-naked girls, I was feeling extremely aroused.

We pulled in tightly and soon began to nuzzle, then kiss, trading hot wet kisses on the left, on the right, and then all at once. After another minute or so, the song came to an end. It was the last song on the CD. The room was quiet.

Our dancing slowed. We stood close together, hugging and kissing. Finally, Danni whispered, “I think… maybe at midnight we should all be naked. Okay?”

“Okay,” I smiled. Kate nodded, her eyes shining.

Holding hands, we stepped over to the sofa. The clock on the mantel said 11:55.

Kate and I pulled down our pants, our undies coming with them. We sat and stripped off our socks. Danni unzipped her skirt, letting it fall to the floor. She slid her bikini panties slowly over her hips, revealing a shaved pussy, and then down her legs. Now we were all three nude.

The teenager sat on the sofa between us. We were close together, our legs touching, fingers interlaced. Danni looked at me, then at Kate, and then up at the clock. She licked her lips. “Maybe, for the New Year, we could rub ourselves and have a three-girl orgasm. You want to try?”

We both said we did. I wasn’t sure I would be able to make myself come quite that soon, even though I was very aroused. But it certainly was worth trying.

We let go of each other’s hands and reached down between our thighs. To make more room, Danni lifted her legs and hooked them over ours. Then we settled down to the serious business of trying to achieve orgasm within the next four minutes.

I had to close my eyes. I wanted to watch them — I really wanted to watch my little sister and our babysitter masturbating next to me — but I thought if I watched it might distract me from getting to a climax by the appointed time. So I closed my eyes and concentrated on the feelings my fingers were giving me as I rubbed my clit and slowly slid a finger up inside my vagina.

I lost track of time. The champagne swimming in my head made me dizzy. My body felt heated from within, like I had a fever. My cunt was so juicy, so hot and wet and slippery, it made moving my finger in and out so easy. I loved the feel of Danni’s warm thigh laying over my leg. Everything was just so exciting, and — oh god yes, I was going to be able to come, and soon! What time was it?

Opening my eyes, I saw that it was half a minute before midnight. I looked at the other two girls.

Danni’s eyes met mine. She murmured, “Yeah, uh-huh,” leading me to believe she was almost there.

My sister’s eyes were closed. Her face was flushed. Her fingers were moving very fast between her legs.

“Kate,” I whispered. “Katie… are you getting close?”

“Yeah, I think… I… I… UNH!!” She began to climax, her eyes still shut.

I glanced at Danni. She nodded to me, wincing as the first spasms of her orgasm hit.

The clock struck 12:00. I came.

Continue on to Chapter 39

The Joy of Looking, Chapter 37

  • Posted on May 8, 2015 at 1:58 pm

By Naughty Mommy

Sunday, December 20. I woke up in my big new bed. It was late, late for me anyway, almost 9:45.

I stretched happily, thinking about the night before. It was just the way I’d imagined it would be, with Kate joining me at the second floor railing, the two of us together watching our mom have sex. So hot and so exciting.

I was going to masturbate, as I often would do in the morning, but then I remembered that Grandpa Ray and Grandma June were on their way. They would be here soon, and they were supposed to stay in my room. I’d mostly prepared it the day before, but I needed to double-check everything before they arrived.

So, I got up and took a quick shower, then got dressed, putting on a pair of loose jeans and a clean white blouse over a modest bra. I wanted to look nice for my grandparents but definitely not sexy. After going through the room once more, making sure it was ready for their invasion, I went downstairs for breakfast.

Kate was still in bed, which was not unusual for her. I smiled, remembering how wired she had been at the conclusion of the evening’s excitement. I wondered how long it had taken her to finally fall asleep.

As it turned out, she got up at about 11:00, and just as she was finishing her second bowl of cereal, the grandparents pulled into the driveway in their big car.

Molly and Mommy went out to greet them. Kate and I stayed inside. When they came in the front door, we were waiting for them, receiving all the standard hugs and compliments and teases about how big we were getting.

To be honest, I really didn’t like Grandpa Ray and Grandma June very much, and I knew Kate didn’t either. It wasn’t that they were mean to us or anything, and they always brought us nice gifts and stuff when they came for a visit. It just seemed to me that for them it was all an act or something. Not sincere. I don’t really know how to explain it, but I was always relieved when they left. And I was glad they chose to stay with us only once a year or so.

My mother’s mom — her name was Lana — had died of cancer when my mom was still a teenager. Her parents had already been divorced for a while by that time, and her dad was married to his second wife. I don’t know for sure how long that one lasted, but I think they got divorced after just a few years. Around the time I was born, my grandfather got married to Grandma June. So, she was the only grandmother I knew. I don’t think I ever met any relatives on my father’s side. Or if I did, I was too young to remember it.

Anyway, they were there, and we had to make the best of it. They sat down and Grandpa Ray began with his usual bragging about all the cool places they’d visited recently. He was retired, they both were, and they loved to travel.

Molly and Kate were smart — they made a quick getaway and went upstairs to play — but I stayed on and smiled, pretending to listen and take part in the boring adult conversation. Come to think of it, I was putting on an act too.

The main thing I had to look forward to was the nighttime.

After a long afternoon of portraying the devoted grandchild, and after Grandpa Ray took us out to dinner (to one of those lousy buffet places I hate, where all the food tastes terrible and you can eat as much of it as you want) and then after they insisted on playing an endless game of Monopoly with us, it was finally time for bed. Because they were staying in my room, I would be spending the next several nights squeezing into Kate’s little bed with her. But we didn’t mind that at all!

The first few nights we did an insane amount of giggling as we cuddled together naked under the covers, thinking how bad it was for two little girls to be talking all about lesbian sex and masturbating while their grandparents were sleeping in the room right across the hall. For all I know, of course, maybe they weren’t sleeping either, maybe they were having sex too, but Kate and I didn’t want to think about that.

After a couple of days we settled down a bit, but still enjoyed kissing and cuddling and watching each other masturbate and climax every evening before we fell asleep.

The fifth night of their visit is when things really got interesting. That was Christmas Eve.

Actually, it was pretty exciting during the day too — because late that afternoon Mommy gathered everyone together to tell us the big news: she’d been made a partner at her law firm! That was awesome. It was a major achievement, apparently, for someone as young as she still was, and especially for a woman. The title would mean more responsibility for her, of course, and a lot of hours at work, but it also meant a lot more money and that would be nice.

Grandpa Ray wanted to take us all to dinner again to celebrate, but luckily Mommy convinced him that it should be her treat this time, and so we went to a nice restaurant, one that I liked, as opposed of his standard choice of the all-you-can-eat barfy buffet.

Anyway, Kate and I went up to her room about 10:30 that night to go to sleep (ha-ha) after our grandparents forced all three of us girls to hang stockings. Privately, we thought that was stupid, and on the years when it was just us and our mom, we didn’t bother with Christmas stockings. She’d never tried to make us believe in Santa Claus. But we did it for them, just to get along.

Once we were in Kate’s bed, we spent several minutes commiserating with each other about how annoying our grandparents could be. When that topic ran out, we talked some more about how cool it had been to watch Mommy making love with Rita a few nights earlier, and we debated what kind of woman we’d like to see her with next and what we would want them to do. Then we talked about the girls we each liked, about Monica and Madison, and then we started kissing, and pretty soon we were masturbating as we kissed. After we both came, we shared our pussy juice with each other.

We talked and touched and kissed and masturbated together for another half hour or so, until we both began getting sleepy. Soon we drifted off, two naked girls lying close, holding hands.

 

A soft caress on my cheek… feminine lips touching mine, tenderly kissing me…

I come awake. It’s not a dream, and it’s not Kate. It’s my mom.

The room is very dark, but I know it’s her. She is here with us in Kate’s bedroom. I know my mother’s scent, and the touch of her lips is familiar.

I hear an almost silent whisper, “Be very quiet, darling. We can’t wake anyone.”

She kisses me again. I feel her warm hands on my cheeks, petting me, then sliding slowly down the sides of my neck to my shoulders, to my chest. Gently pulling the covers down to my waist, she massages my chest, bringing my nipples fully erect. After a few moments, her hands leave me.

I hear a slight rustle and then the small lamp by Kate’s bed is switched on. My mom has draped a red scarf over the lamp, dimming the light.

I glance over at Kate. She is still asleep, her back to us, facing the wall.

Mommy looks at her too, at her long, smooth, narrow form, at her nakedness. I can sense the deep love my mother feels for Kate and for me, for her children. She loves us very much, and she also wants us very much.

When I look back at my mom, I realize that she is wearing a new nightgown, one I haven’t seen before. This one is bright red and trimmed with fake white fur. It’s one of those sexy Christmas nighties you see sometimes in catalogs. I smile as I think of her picking it out just for us, for this occasion.

Mommy sees me admiring her outfit. She stands up straight, posing for me, displaying herself. I look down at her feet and see that she is even wearing little red mules with white fur on them. I start to giggle and she puts a finger to her lips, reminding me to be very quiet.

Sitting on the bed, she leans down to kiss me, and this kiss is less restrained than the ones before. It is more insistent, more passionate. Her tongue seeks mine and I hear her softly moan. We kiss for a minute or two, her hands again going to my nipples, teasing them, stroking them, making me ache with desire for her.

Kate stirs beside us.

My mother smiles and reaches over to touch her arm. “Katie? Katie-love…” she whispers.

My sister slowly comes awake. She turns to face us, blinking her eyes. “Mommy?”

Again the finger to her lips. “We mustn’t wake anyone.”

“Okay,” whispers Kate, with a smile.

Leaving her mules behind on the floor, Mommy climbs over me and then she is between us. We are all three in the small single bed. She sits on her knees, her legs touching ours, and holds up the sides of her Sapphic Santa nightie for my sister to see.

“Do you like it?” she mouths.

Kate grins, nodding, and my mother gives her a soft kiss. “Merry Christmas,” she whispers. And then, as we watch, she begins to untie the red satin bows that hold the front of the gown together……

 

The next hour, or two hours, or twenty hours — I really have no idea how long it lasted — was like a beautiful fantasy.

But it wasn’t a fantasy, of course, or a dream. It was real. My sister and I were wide awake. It was very late, the middle of the night, and our hot sexy mother was with us, naked, in Kate’s little bed.

This was yet again something new and unexpected. She had been in bed with me before, and with Kate too, but never with both of us at the same time. It seemed that she would never stop coming up with new ways to thrill me, presenting me with so many exciting variations on the possibilities of lesbian incest and love.

I can’t really remember all of the wonderful things that happened that night or the order in which they took place. In my mind they seem to flow together, like a sauce, a savory sauce made of feminine kisses and caresses and wet tongues and slippery pussies.

I do remember that she began by asking me and my sister to kiss for her. She had watched us kissing from below, from down in the family room when she was with Rita, but now she wanted to see it up close.

I remember her leaning over next to us, her breath warm on our faces as Kate and I lay in bed, pressing our lips together and playing with each other’s tongues. I’m sure it became a three-way kiss, although it seems like that was something that was repeated many times that night.

I remember her taking our hands in hers and placing them over her breasts, rubbing our palms against her stiff nipples, holding our hands in hers and squeezing her tits… and my mother on top of us, Kate and I lying close, side by side, with Mommy on top, kissing our little breasts and licking our nipples as we stroke her hair… and then my mom holding her tit in her hand, squeezing it and rubbing the tip of it, the hard nipple, over my nipples and over Kate’s nipples, again and again… I can remember the way she looked as she did that, Mommy’s eyes glowing with hot desire, beads of sweat on her forehead, strands of blonde hair clinging to her face…

Then, maybe later, she is crouching between us, and she has her hands over our hands as my sister and I masturbate… Mommy is feeling our fingers as we play with ourselves, kissing us and whispering to us that she wants us to come for her, and we do… she brings our wet fingers to her mouth to taste us, to taste our pussies, sucking on our fingers and then kissing us, her tongue so hot and urgent in our mouths…

Our mother sliding her wet pussy up and down our thighs… we can feel the heat from her center… she hasn’t come yet, but we have, and she needs it, she needs us… and she is rubbing her nipples on our lips, letting us lick them and kiss them, her nipples so long and hard, teasing just inside our mouths…

And we are kissing again, my sister and I, holding each other close, pressing our naked bodies together… while our mother crouches just above us, right over our faces, holding her pussy lips apart, fucking herself… in a fierce whisper, she says, ‘Tell me you want me to come! Tell me you want me to come in your face!’ and she does…

We taste her juices as they drip on us, Mommy’s pussy juice on Kate’s lips and on mine, mixing with our saliva and our sweat… Mommy slides her fingers from her cunt, moisture oozing out, and she rubs her wet fingers on our faces, letting us taste her after she comes…

Then it all begins again, or so it seems. That was a Christmas Eve I will never forget, even if I can’t remember all the details. The impressions are so strong, so potent, so lasting, so delicious.

I do remember how it ended, when our mother decided it was finally enough. She held us both tightly, hugging us to her, squeezing us, telling me and my sister how much she loved us, and then beginning to leave the bed. But before she left, she took us, one by one, took our heads in her hands, and pressed our faces up against her crotch, letting us give her hot wet pussy a goodnight kiss.

And then she was gone. The room was empty again, except for the two of us.

The light was out and it was dark. I looked at the clock for the first time since my mom had awakened me. It said 3:23 AM. I don’t know how long she had been in bed with us, and I know we all felt very sleepy the next day, but I wouldn’t trade that night for anything.

* * *

When I awoke the next morning, Kate was on top of me. Not all the way on top of me, but her thigh was over mine and her arm was across my chest. She was still asleep. One of my hands was resting on her warm back beneath the covers. I put my other arm around her, hugging her tenderly and kissing the top of her head. She snoozed on.

I could hear voices and loud laughter downstairs. Molly and Mommy and the grandparents. That was what had awakened me. There was music playing too, Christmas carols.

Looking at the clock, I saw that it was only a few minutes after 7:00. I wasn’t sure how many hours I had slept, but it sure didn’t feel like enough. Still, it was Christmas, and despite my lack of belief in any jolly old elf, the little kid part of me was excited about running down to join the fun.

“Kate?” I gently shook her. “Wake up. It’s Christmas!”

“…hmmh…” she sighed. Still asleep.

I shook her a little harder. “Katie, wake up.”

She stirred, but only to snuggle in closer to me. I loved the feel of her soft young body next to mine. I was tempted to let her rest and maybe try to get a little more sleep myself. I was also tempted to grab her and kiss her and put my hand between her legs and rub her and make her come. Both of those seemed like really good ideas.

But it was Christmas! All those lovely presents just waiting to be ripped open! It wasn’t a hard decision to make.

“Kate! Wake up! It’s Christmas!!”

This time my shaking was firm enough to get results. My sister groaned and yawned and stretched and finally opened her eyes.

“…good morning…” she grinned sleepily.

“It’s Christmas!” I reminded her. “Come on, let’s go downstairs and see what we got!”

Irritatingly unimpressed, Kate closed her eyes and stretched again, muttering, “Okay…” before settling next to me once more with a deep sigh. She showed no signs of wanting to get up.

“Well, I’m going down even if you’re not.” I started to get out of bed.

“Wait,” she said. “I’m coming.”

“Good.”

“But… Julie?”

“What?”

“Did, um, did Mommy come in here last night?” Kate asked. “And get in bed with us, and, and do stuff? Or did I only dream it?”

I looked down at the floor. The racy red nightie with white fur trim was lying there. I chuckled, “No, she was really here. That was just incredible, wasn’t it?”

“Oh man, yeah, it was awesome.”

The mules were not there. I got a picture of our mother walking down the hall wearing those and nothing else. That made me smile. What a sexy woman!

“Come on,” I urged.

“Okay.”

We quickly got dressed and ran downstairs to shouts and greetings and hugs. It was a fun Christmas. I got all kinds of great stuff, mostly clothes and some books — and best of all, an iPod! So sweet!

After everyone was done opening presents, my mom and I headed for the kitchen to start fixing breakfast. Grandma June offered to help, but Mommy suggested instead that she play with Molly, with the huge new dollhouse they had given her.

I was glad, because I wanted a chance to thank my mother for what was truly the best gift of all, her late-night visit to me and Kate.

As soon as we were alone in the kitchen, I gave her a big hug. She hugged me too, kissing the top of my head. We stood that way for a minute, not speaking, just warmly sharing our love. As it turned out, I didn’t say anything about our Christmas Eve fun with ‘Sapphic Santa’ (ha-ha). We left it unspoken, a special secret memory for the three of us to cherish.

Continue on to Chapter 38

The Joy of Looking, Chapter 36

  • Posted on May 8, 2015 at 1:26 pm

By Naughty Mommy

When morning arrived, Mom was all business. We had to be up and dressed and ready to start helping out by 9:00 AM. I was assigned some outside yard work, with Molly as my assistant, while Kate and my mother tackled the inside cleaning.

Later that morning, some men came in a truck delivering a new bed for my room.

They took away my small single bed and I became the proud owner of a big double bed. That left slightly less space to walk around in my room, but I didn’t mind. After lunch, Mommy took me to pick out a few new sheet sets for the bigger bed and a duvet cover too. I chose some that I thought were sort of grown up, not little girly ones.

One reason for the new bed was because Grandpa Ray and Grandma June, my mother’s dad and his third wife, were coming the next day to stay with us for three nights, over Christmas. They were going to sleep in my room, since it had its own bathroom, and I would bunk with Kate. But my mom hinted while we were shopping for sheets that another reason for the bigger bed was because it would be nicer for those times when she came in and wanted to play around with me at night. I liked that idea.

I spent most of the afternoon rearranging things in my bedroom and also trying to make it grandparent-proof, taking stuff out that I wouldn’t want them looking at and storing it in Kate’s room for the duration. Mommy made spaghetti for dinner and I fixed a salad for us. We watched a movie (Shrek 2) together, and then it was time for Molly to go to bed.

Kate and I were on the sofa playing a video game when our mother came downstairs, dressed to go out, at around 9:30. She was wearing a denim skirt and a loose silk top along with high heels. She looked great and she smelled great too.

Before leaving, she sat with us for a few minutes, telling us her plans for night.

“My guess is we’ll come back here around 11:30 or 12:00,” she said, “that is, if Rita still wants to.”

“You mean she might not?” Kate asked, looking alarmed.

“Well, you never can tell. She certainly seemed up for it last night, very excited in fact, but you know how sometimes people will change their minds.”

“God, I really hope she doesn’t.”

My mother patted Kate’s hand. “I don’t think she will, honey. We’ll see.”

Kate still looked upset.

Giving her a hug, my mom said, “Katie girl, even if it doesn’t work out this time, there will be plenty of other times and lots of other ladies for us to play with, I promise. And anyway, I’m pretty sure it will happen this time. Rita seemed very interested in this, I assure you. I doubt she’s ever had an experience quite like what we’re offering her.”

“What did you tell her we’d do?” I asked.

“Well, I didn’t say anything very specific. I just told her I really wanted to spend some time with her, and she knew I meant having sex, I guarantee she knew that. Then I said I wanted to bring her home with me because my girls really enjoy watching.”

My mother laughed, “You should have seen her face when I told her that!”

Kate and I grinned.

“I thought she might start touching herself right there in the ladies room at the restaurant, she was so turned on by the idea. As it was, she grabbed me and kissed me. Another woman saw us too.”

“Really?” I asked.

“Yep. It was so hot,” my mom said. “She’s really a good kisser. Do you remember when I came back to the table, how I was smiling?”

We nodded.

“I’d just left her. She and I made out in the ladies room for two or three minutes while this other woman stood there and watched us. I’m pretty sure Rita gets turned by having an audience, the same way I do. So that’s why I definitely think she’ll want to come home with me tonight.”

Kate seemed reassured.

My mom gave her another kiss, then added, as she tickled her chin, “And even if she doesn’t, if this is not the night for us, little girl, the three of us are going to have many, many more fun times ahead, I promise.”

She might have said the four of us, meaning with Molly too, because that’s the way it turned out. Not on this night, but pretty soon.

Anyway, my mother left after that and Kate and I had a couple of hours to play around with each other. We turned off the video game right away and went up to my room, deciding to break in my new bed.

We had fun that evening, rolling around naked on the new sheets in the big double bed, kissing and touching each other, joking about how naughty it was to be doing all that in the same place our grandparents would be sleeping the very next night.

The highlight for me was when I got on top of my sister at one point and pressed my crotch into hers, and then we each put our hands down between our legs and began to masturbate, and it was almost as though we were masturbating each other. We weren’t really, not quite, but with both our hands down there, reaching and touching and fingering, and with everything so hot and wet and slippery, it was kind of hard to tell exactly who was doing what. We kissed deeply, lips and tongues sliding around, nibbling and sucking, fingers touching and playing… it felt so perfect, so exciting… we both had incredibly strong orgasms that way, and then, as we were slowly recovering, gently kissing and caressing each other, we heard two cars drive up.

I glanced at the clock. It was 11:29.

“Oh my god, they’re here!” Kate seemed startled and worried. “What’ll we do?”

“Nothing,” I chuckled, nuzzling her nose. “We don’t have to do anything. Just wait for them to come in.”

“But — but like I’m all sweaty and stuff.” She sniffed her fingers. “And my hands smell like sex.”

“That’s okay,” I assured her. “Remember, we’re going out there now to masturbate while we watch them, right? So we’re probably gonna get all hot and sweaty and juicy all over again. I hope so, anyway.”

That appeared to settle her down. “I guess you’re right,” she grinned.

Before she’d left, Mommy had told us it might be a good idea when they got started if I came out first and then, after a minute or two, Kate came out. She thought it would seem more dramatic that way.

“Wow,” my sister had commented, “this really is like a game.”

Smiling, my mom had given her a kiss, and then glanced up at the second floor railing. “Since it’s your first time, Kate, I want you two girls to stay up there and watch this time. You can touch yourselves, of course. I know Rita would enjoy that, and I certainly would. And if you want to come out naked, that would be great, but you don’t have to, honey, if you’re not comfortable.”

“I don’t mind,” Kate had responded. “I want to.”

“Good.” Mommy kissed her again. “And maybe the next time, I’ll let you get a little closer.”

Now we heard them coming in the front door.

“Come on,” I told Kate, and we got out of bed. I took her by the hand. We walked naked to my bedroom door. I opened it a crack and we listened.

We could hear them talking softly, and then Rita laughed out loud. She sounded a little nervous to me. I suppose we all were.

Since my mom and I had started out on this adventure more than a year before, this was the first time we’d added another child to the mix, another “underage voyeur” as my mother called us. Rita didn’t know the details, of course, but it wasn’t surprising, if you thought about it, that we would all be a bit tense. Just imagine two grown women having lesbian sex, with a 10-year-old girl and a 12-year-old girl watching them and masturbating — it was a pretty wild idea, and we were actually doing it!

It got quiet. I assumed that meant they were kissing. I decided to go and see.

“Stay here,” I whispered to Kate, “and then you come out in maybe two minutes, okay?”

“Okay,” she nodded, her pretty face glowing with excitement. I smiled at my little sister and gave her a quick kiss before slipping out through the door.

They were sitting on the sofa, kissing and touching. Rita was wearing a short pink dress that clung to her slim figure. I think it was made of cotton jersey or something. Anyway, she looked great in it. She was on top, straddling my mom’s leg and sort of rubbing herself back and forth while they kissed. The dress was hiked up around her hips, revealing long gorgeous legs.

The two women were running their hands all over each other’s bodies, seriously into it, and it was apparent that they’d gotten off to a quick start as soon as they came in. That made me wonder what they might have been doing earlier in the evening. Had they gone out dancing, maybe rubbing up against each other and kissing on the dance floor in front of the other couples? That would have been fun to see!

My mother opened her eyes just then and looked up to see me watching them. She gave me a little wave from behind Rita’s back.

I turned to find Kate, who was peeking through my bedroom door, held open a crack. I motioned for her to wait a bit longer before coming out, because I wanted to have Rita witness her entrance — my little attempt at erotic choreography, ha-ha!

Rita must have noticed my mom looking up at me, because she pulled away from the kiss and turned her head, seeing me.

I was naked, standing at the railing, a 12-year-old girl with small conical breasts set high on her chest and, from that distance, no visible pubic hair. For a second I was concerned that Rita might be distressed by the sight, maybe decide we were all too perverted for her and get up and leave. But that didn’t happen.

She didn’t seem distressed, but she did seem astonished. She slid off my mom’s lap to sit at her side, and just stared up at me, her eyes wide. “My god,” she exclaimed.

That seemed like the perfect time to bring Kate into the picture. I gestured behind my back and my sister joined me at the railing. Now there were two naked young girls gazing down at the scene below.

“This is unbelievable,” Rita murmured.

I just realized, thinking about it years later, who Rita reminded me of. Did you ever watch that TV show, Felicity, with Keri Russell? That’s who Rita looked like. Not exactly, but she had the same kind of fresh face and slender, almost boyish figure. Totally cute and sexy.

My mother put an arm around Rita’s shoulder and kissed her cheek. “You remember my daughters, don’t you?” she chuckled.

“Your daughters…”

“The older one, on the left, is Julie. She’s 12. And on the right, that’s Kate. She’s 10. Girls, say hello to Rita.”

“Hi, Rita,” we chimed in unison.

“Jesus.” She broke into a broad grin, “Um, hi, I guess.”

I’d noticed when Rita turned to look at me before that she had tugged her dress down and closed her legs. I thought it was odd that she was acting modest in that situation, but maybe it had just been habit. Now, though, as she stared at the two of us, she opened her legs, pulled up her dress, and put her hand over her white panties, rubbing herself.

“My girls have been very eager to see you again,” my mother said, kissing Rita’s neck and fondling her breasts through her dress. “They were talking about you after we got home last night.”

“They were?”

“Uh-huh. Kate especially. She came into my bedroom while I was getting undressed. She watched me, and —”

“She watched you getting undressed?” Rita interrupted.

“That’s right, she did. Both of my daughters like to look at me when I’m naked. Does that turn you on?”

“Yeah, it does.”

She turned to gave my mom a kiss, then told her, “When, uh, when I was a little girl, I used to, I always liked looking at my mother when she would take off her clothes. I really loved seeing her naked. It was… exciting.”

“Mmm, that’s hot,” said my mother as she kissed Rita again. “Did it make you want to touch yourself?”

“Yeah, it did.” She was masturbating in earnest now, over the outside of her panties.

“Did you ever get to see your mommy playing with herself?”

“No…”

“My girls do. I let them watch me while I masturbate.”

“God, really?” Rita’s eyes went wide as she thought about that.

“They love to watch me, and they play with themselves too, just like they’re doing now.”

Rita looked up at us. Kate and I were both rubbing our little pussies.

One thing my mother had not talked about earlier was how close my sister and I should stand and whether we should kiss or touch each other while we were watching from above. I hadn’t thought about it at the time, but now that the game was underway, I began getting excited as I considered the possibilities.

I shifted closer to Kate and put a hand on her bare shoulder as I continued masturbating with my other hand.

“Let’s kiss for them,” I whispered to her.

“Okay.” She turned her face to mine and our lips met.

My eyes were closed but I could hear Rita groan as she watched a pair of naked young sisters kissing each other. When we finished the kiss, I looked down and saw that Rita’s hand was inside her panties. Her fingers were moving very fast.

“Kiss me again,” I said to Kate.

This time we wrapped our arms around each other, pressing our bodies together. And that sight evidently was enough to put Rita over the top.

“Oh, fuck!” I heard her crying out.

I didn’t see her, though, because Kate was fully into kissing me, squeezing me tightly, shoving her tongue between my lips, grinding her pussy against me — and I responded, opening my mouth, playing with her tongue, reaching down to grab her bottom and pull her closer.

We heard Rita below us, apparently climaxing as she watched our heated embrace, but we didn’t see anything at all. We kept on kissing and touching and squeezing each other for a long time, so long that I began to wonder if my sister and I were going to have sex ourselves, right then and there.

We didn’t, not quite. We finally ended the long kiss, panting, wiping our mouths, giggling and smiling at each other, and turned to look below.

Rita was on top of our mother on the sofa. They were both still fully clothed, even wearing their high heels, although my mom’s legs were wide apart, with her short denim skirt pulled up, and Rita’s dress was almost at her waist. They were kissing feverishly. Rita was humping herself against our mother.

“God,” breathed Kate. “That’s so awesome.”

“I know, it’s hot, isn’t it?” I started touching myself again.

We stood side by side at the railing and looked at them. Rita was in a frenzy. We could hear her grunting and groaning as she tugged at our mom’s clothing, struggling to undress her. She wasn’t very effective at it, though, because she was also trying to kiss her and hump her all at the same time. Eventually she managed to pull Mommy’s silk top off over her head, and then she was grabbing at her tits through her lacy dark blue bra.

“Man, look at that,” Kate whispered, mostly to herself.

Glancing at my sister, I saw that she was standing in a slight crouch, her knees apart, and she had her middle finger all the way up inside her pussy, wiggling it around a little. That made me want to do the same thing.

I spread my feet apart and found the opening at the center of my vagina, then slid a finger slowly in. God it felt so good. I almost closed my eyes so I could focus on the sensation, but I wanted to keep seeing everything that was happening too. I pushed my finger in as far as it would go and turned to look at Kate again.

She was sliding her finger in and out, rapidly. I could see it shining with her juices. She’s better at this than I am, I thought to myself. I need more practice!

“Are you fucking yourself?” I asked her.

“Uh-huh.”

“Are you gonna come?”

“I don’t know… in a minute, maybe.”

“Tell me when you’re getting close, okay? I want to see if we can do it at the same time.”

“Okay.”

By this time, Rita had our mom’s bra off and she was squeezing her tits, sucking and biting her nipples.

Mommy was getting excited, stroking Rita’s hair. She kept looking down at what the younger woman was doing and then up at me and Kate, her eyes going back and forth. “That’s right, pretty girl, suck on my tits while my daughters are watching,” she said.

Rita lifted her mouth from my mom’s breasts for a moment to look at us. “Goddamn, that’s so hot,” I heard her say.

Suddenly she sat straight up, pulling her stretchy pink dress up and over her head, and flung it away. She wasn’t wearing a bra and I saw that her boobs were almost as small as mine. She pinched her erect nipples as she stared at us. Then she looked down at our mother, who had her hands between her own legs, rubbing her pussy over the top of her dark blue panties.

“Mmm, I want to eat you,” Rita said to our mom, licking her lips. “I want to suck your cunt while your two little girls are watching us.”

That made Mommy smile. “Oh, yes, I’d like that.”

Rita took hold of our mom’s undies and tugged at them until Mommy raised her bottom from the sofa, helping Rita slide the panties under her. They only got them all the way off one leg, though, leaving them dangling around the other ankle. My mom was still wearing her heels, and her denim skirt was bunched at her waist, but she was topless and her pussy was exposed. I thought she looked really sexy that way.

As she pushed Mommy’s legs apart, Rita glanced up at me and Kate, making sure we were watching. Then she licked her lips again and began to lower her mouth to our mother’s cunt.

“Oh my god,” I heard Kate groan. She was breathing hard and her face was turning red.

“Are you close?” I asked.

“Yeah, I’m… UNH!!” Obviously she was very close because right then she started coming.

When Rita realized what was happening, she paused just as her tongue met Mommy’s pussy. She looked up and smiled and Mommy smiled too as they saw a 10-year-old girl bringing herself to a climax one floor above them.

I’d sort of hoped that my sister and I could come at the same time, but I also knew how overwhelming and how arousing everything had been for me when I began playing this game, and how unable I had been to control my own responses, so I didn’t blame her at all.

I was also impressed that Kate was able to have an orgasm as soon as she was. She’d seemed really nervous before we began, uneasy and unsure of herself, lacking her usual confidence. But now that she was there, seeing what she was seeing, it was apparent that her girlish libido had taken over.

She was leaning against the railing, her eyes tightly closed, both hands between her legs, panting and licking her lips, trembling as her body was shaken by repeated spasms.

Mommy and Rita continued looking up at her. But when Kate shuddered for the final time, then took a deep breath and slowly opened her eyes, Rita put her mouth back on my mother’s sex, spreading her labia apart with her fingers, eagerly licking her cunt.

For more than an hour, my sister and I watched the show, continually rubbing ourselves and enjoying repeated orgasms. Down below in the family room, the two women cavorted, soon getting completely naked and then twisting themselves into all sorts of creative sexual positions. They were both so beautiful and their bodies blended exquisitely.

Kate and I stood close, arms touching, sometimes kissing, often making eye contact and grinning at each other. We didn’t say very much, and neither did my mom and Rita. We were all content that night to let the hot lesbian sex speak for itself.

Finally, as the clock on the mantel struck 1:00 AM, and as my mother lifted her face from Rita’s cunt, having brought the young woman to a final explosive climax, we understood it was time to finish.

“Okay, girls,” Mommy looked up at us, smiling, “you go on to bed now. I’ll come in and kiss you goodnight in a few minutes.”

We nodded and started toward our respective bedrooms. But Kate took my hand, pulling me from my door toward hers. Inside her room, she grabbed me and kissed me, pressing her hot young body against mine.

“Wait,” I giggled, when I was able to break the kiss. “Mommy said we’re supposed to go to bed.”

“I know, but I can’t help it. Man, I’m just so — that was amazing — I don’t think I can fall asleep ever!”

“You have to try, though.” I petted her cheek and kissed her lips. “Come on, now, get in bed. Mommy’ll come up and see you in a minute and you can talk with her about it.”

“Okay.” Reluctantly she turned away and climbed into bed.

I leaned over, looking into her eyes, giving her another soft kiss. I felt so happy at that moment. What a truly lucky girl I was!

I had an incredibly sexy mom who shared everything with me, a cute hot little sister who loved girls just as much as I did, and even… yes, maybe even my other sister, my still younger baby sister would soon be joining in. Was it possible? At this point, it seemed liked anything could happen.

Continue on to Chapter 37

The Joy of Looking, Chapter 35

  • Posted on May 8, 2015 at 1:17 pm

By Naughty Mommy

I had so much to think about now, and so much to anticipate. My mind was constantly filled with thoughts of girls and sex.

At school, I would find myself drifting into fantasy when I was supposed to be listening to the teachers. While they droned on about history or composition — subjects I usually enjoyed — I was forever stealing glances at the cute young students around me, imagining them naked, showing me their little titties and pussies, touching themselves, inviting me to make love with them.

At home, whenever I was near my mother or my sister Kate, and now even Molly, I looked at them and pictured us having sex together. Not just talking about it, but actually doing it. And of course that led to more and more self-pleasuring. I often masturbated as soon I woke up in the morning, sometimes in my room after I got home in the afternoon, and always before falling asleep at night. I started wondering if my pussy would ever run out of juice, I was so wet all the time. But it never did.

It was the final week before Christmas break, and my sisters and I were taking a lot of midyear tests at school. Our mom worked with each of us every night (though with me less than the others), making sure we kept studying hard and would do the very best we could on those tests. She made us have lights out even earlier than usual that week so we’d be fully rested for school.

My mother understood, of course, that Kate and I were extremely excited about the decision she’d reached to let Kate join us in playing our little ‘game’. She wouldn’t let the two of us forget the promise we’d made to put schoolwork first but she also hinted that the sexy reward for all our efforts could be coming very soon.

When Friday arrived and the week was finally over, Mommy announced that she was taking the whole family out to dinner to celebrate. She came home early from work that day and took a shower before putting on a gorgeous dark green dress. Strapless and kind of glittery, it came to just above her knees. She wore black nylons and heels and looked sensational.

She’d made a reservation at a nice seafood restaurant near the waterfront. This was the same place Kate and I had been to with her a few weeks earlier, and it turned out we had the same server as before, too, the pretty brunette named Rita. I wondered if that was an accident or if it had been planned that way.

Rita was extra-attentive to our table once again, often stopping to chat with us or to refill our mother’s wine glass while letting her hand rest on her bare shoulder. Kate and I shared a few glances, both hoping that something might develop between the two of them — something we could watch and enjoy.

After we’d finished our main courses and the plates had been cleared away and while we were waiting for our desserts to arrive, Mommy got up and left the table for several minutes. When she returned, her face was glowing, her smile radiant. She gave what I thought was a significant look to both me and Kate as she sat down.

Rita soon brought the desserts. After she served them, she seemed to linger and I could feel her gaze upon me, as if she were studying me. I glanced up from my cherry tart and noticed that the young woman was looking at Kate the same way, as though appraising her. She seemed to like what she was seeing. Her hard nipples were clearly evident through her tight-fitting top.

On the way home, Kate and I sat in the back seat of the car. Usually I would sit in the front with Mommy since I was the oldest, with my sisters in the back. But tonight Kate decided to arrange things this way, putting Molly in front. That was fine with me. We held hands as we drove through the dark. Her fingers played with mine, sensually, getting me very excited.

It was time for Molly to go to bed when we got home. Our mother went up to her room with her, but Kate held me back, keeping me downstairs. She wanted to talk.

“Did you see that? Did you see the way she was looking at us?” She meant Rita, of course. “And the way she kept on touching Mommy all the time?”

“Yeah, I did,” I nodded, grinning.

“Do you think, I mean, that maybe, like, they’ll do something? And maybe we can watch them?”

“Maybe. I hope so.”

“Me too. God, I hope so.” My sister couldn’t keep still. She was bouncing on her toes. “I’m gonna ask Mommy.”

I chuckled, “You can, I guess, although she might not tell you. Sometimes she likes to make it a surprise.”

“Okay, but I don’t care, I’m gonna ask her anyway.”

Just then, Molly’s bedroom door opened and our mom came out. She looked down at us, gave us a smile and blew us a kiss, then went toward her own room.

“Come on!” Kate grabbed my hand, racing up the stairs and dragging me behind her.

Our mother’s door was open. She was standing in front of her vanity, her back to us, taking off her earrings and putting them away. I admired her legs, the way her high heels accentuated their length and beautiful form.

“Mommy?” asked Kate.

“Yes, darling?”

“Um, Julie wants to ask you something.”

What?! That wasn’t like Kate to avoid asking anyone a direct question. All this excitement must really have thrown her for a loop, I thought.

Closing her jewelry case, Mommy sat on the bed. She slipped off her shoes and then reached under her dress, raising one long leg and slowly peeling down her thigh-high black stockings. It was incredibly seductive and made me think of an old movie I’d seen one time.

Kate squeezed my hand, urging me to ask what she wanted to find out.

“Um,” I stammered, “so, um, thanks for taking us out to dinner, Mom. It was really nice.”

“You’re welcome, sweetheart. You girls deserve it after all your hard work this week.”

She’d finished removing her nylons. She stood and unzipped the dark green dress, stepping out of it. Underneath she was wearing a black strapless bra and matching black panties. “What did you want to ask?”

“Well, um, Kate wants to know if you like Rita.”

My sister blushed and giggled.

Mommy turned to us, smiling, her hands on her hips. “You wanted to know if I like Rita?”

“Um, yeah,” I said.

My mom went to Kate, putting her hand under her chin, lifting her face to look at her.

“Is that what you were thinking about at dinner, little one?” she asked softly. “Were you looking at Rita and at me and thinking naughty thoughts about us?”

Kate just nodded, her eyes wide. It was unusual to see her at a loss for words.

As I watched, my mother brought her lips to meet my sister’s. They kissed.

They kissed once, and then they kissed again. The second time, my mom wrapped her arms around Kate and closed her eyes. Their lips parted and they kissed each other deeply, using their tongues.

I felt myself getting wet as I stared at them. God, it was so unbelievably hot. I knew they had kissed like that before, but this was the first time I’d seen it in person, and it drove me wild with lust.

When they finished the long kiss, my mother slowly pulled away. A strand of saliva glistened briefly between their mouths before it broke. My little sister was trembling. I had to remember that she was only 10 years old, and this was all very new to her.

“Would you like to see me with Rita?” Mommy whispered to Kate. “Do you want to watch me with her? Watch me take off her clothes and kiss her the way I just kissed you?”

“Yeah…” Kate murmured.

Taking my sister’s face in her hands, Mommy kissed her again, but this time with her mouth closed. Her lips smacked loudly as she finished. “Mmm, you’re so sweet, so delicious.”

She turned to me, reaching out to take my hand. “Julie, baby, come here.”

She drew me in until we were in a three-person hug. She smiled and then kissed me too, wetly and warmly. I could hear Kate sighing as she watched us.

When Mommy finished the kiss, she looked down at my mouth. She extended her tongue and gently ran the tip of it around my open lips. I almost climaxed right then and there it was so erotic.

She smiled at me again and then hugged us both tightly at the same time.

“Yes, my loves,” she told us. “Tomorrow night, I’m meeting Rita after she gets off work at 10:00. We’ll go out for a while, and then if all goes as planned, I’ll bring her back here. Does that sound like fun?”

“Yeah,” we nodded eagerly.

“Good.” She patted us each on the bottom. “Now, you two little sex kittens need to go to bed. It’s getting late and we have a lot of work to do tomorrow. Your grandparents will be here on Sunday, and I want to get the house and the yard all cleaned up for them.”

“Oh, Mommy, do we have to go to bed?” Kate complained.

“Yes, you do.” She kissed us each once again and then shooed us out her door.

But we didn’t go to bed right away. Or at least we didn’t go to sleep.

My sister and I each went to our own rooms. Then, a few minutes later, my door opened a crack and Kate slipped inside. She was wearing the pink and white bra and panties that I liked so much.

I was in a big t-shirt but with no undies on. I’d finished brushing my teeth and was about to get in bed when she came in.

She closed the door quietly and stood with her back against it. I could see her chest rising and falling. Her breath was coming fast, her cute face alive with excitement.

“Oh my god, Julie, it’s really gonna happen,” Kate said.

“It looks like it.” I sat on the bed, gazing at her and smiling.

She rushed over and sat beside me, taking my hands in hers. “What do you think it’ll be like? Who do you think it’ll be? Will it be Rita?”

“Well, of course,” I chuckled. “That’s what she said.”

“I know, but you also said she likes to make it a surprise. So maybe it’ll be someone else. D’ya think?”

I couldn’t help but laugh out loud. “No, I don’t think it will be anyone else. At least not right away.”

Kate stood and paced, rubbing her hands together, “Omigod, omigod, omigod…”

I smiled at her and then shivered a little. It was chilly again in my room. I slipped under the covers, beckoning to her. “Katie, get in bed with me.”

She stopped her pacing and looked at me for a moment. “Okay. But, um…” Pointing to her panties and bra, she asked, “Do you like me in these?”

“Yeah, of course I do. You look so pretty in them.”

She grinned, “I wore them just for you.”

The way my sister said that made my pussy tingle. I reached beneath the sheets and caressed myself. I wanted to have an orgasm with her.

Kate climbed into bed with me, still wearing the bra and panties. She snuggled up close, and I felt her shivering the same way I was. Her little toes were very cold.

I hugged her and kissed her. Then I asked, “Did you have those on at dinner? What you’re wearing now?”

“Uh-uh. I just changed into them now. For you.”

I hugged her again and we kissed deeply, opening our mouths, letting our tongues explore. She slipped her hands under my shirt, stroking my back. Her fingers were cold, and her touch made my nipples even harder than they already were.

When we finished the kiss, she asked, “Julie? Um, what’s it like?”

“What’s what like?”

“When you do that thing with Mommy, where she brings someone home and you watch. Tell me how it goes, what happens.”

“Okay. Um, well, let’s see… it’s usually pretty late at night, of course, and sometimes I’ve already fallen asleep by then. But whenever Mommy gets home, when I hear her car drive up, I always wake up for some reason. And then I’ll listen when she comes in to see if I hear any other voices. If I do, then usually I’ll get out of bed and go look out my door to find out who it is.”

Kate squirmed. “This is exciting!”

“Yeah, it is,” I grinned. “It’s definitely like a game, in a way. With certain rules.”

“What do you mean?”

“Well, you know, like what Mommy told us at dinner last week. About no touching and stuff. That’s her biggest rule.”

“Okay. But what else happens?”

“Uh, sometimes we’ll do it differently, where she lets me go down and sit in the family room and watch. But most of the time, it’s from up here. I go out and stand at the railing and look down. The ladies, or the girls, that she brings home, they really seem to like looking at me. You know, how I take off my clothes for them and touch myself and everything.”

“Wow, that’s like, I don’t know, like you’re putting on a show or something.”

I giggled, “Yeah, it kind of is. It’s fun.”

“What’s it like when you get to go downstairs and watch? That sounds awesome.”

“It is. I mean, it’s different in a way. More intense. Because sometimes she lets the girls get really close to me and I get to watch while they’re doing all that stuff.”

“God,” Kate breathed, “I can’t wait.”

She shifted around a little, presumably sliding a hand down to touch herself.

I moved closer to her. I laid my hand on her cheek, softly caressing her. I looked into her beautiful brown eyes and then down at her mouth, at her moist lips. My sister’s breath was warm on my face. She closed her eyes for a moment, wincing slightly, and I could tell she was masturbating. I loved looking at her that way, seeing her expressions as she stimulated herself.

“I want to watch you come,” I whispered. “I want to watch your face when you come, Katie. And then after you come, I want you to watch me, watch my face, while I give myself an orgasm.”

“God, Julie…”

I kissed her mouth, very tenderly. Then I did that thing my mom had done, where I extended my tongue and ran just the tip of it around the edge of Kate’s lips. When I did that, she whimpered in response. I could sense her hand moving faster between her legs.

“Do that again,” she begged. “It gets me so hot.”

I smiled to myself and licked the edge of her lips again, letting my tongue tease a little inside her mouth. Then, trying something new, I took her lower lip between my lips and sucked on it, nibbling on it. She whimpered again. A shudder passed through her body and I could tell she was getting close.

“I want to watch your face when you come, Katie,” I whispered. “I want to see you come in my bed.”

“You…want to…watch me?” she panted. Her eyes were closed and her breath was coming fast.

“Yeah, I do.”

I kissed her again, another long wet kiss, and I put my hand on her breast, over the top of her pretty bra. As I squeezed her tiny tit, suddenly she opened her eyes and stared at me. Her body shook a couple of times and she managed to squeak out, “Julie, I’m c—— UNH!!”

I loved watching her face that way. It was so amazing to see this cute young girl, a 10-year-old child, bringing herself to orgasm, and then watch as the climactic pleasure was reflected on her face.

Kate was my sister, and we had always been close. Even outside of bed and being sexual together, we genuinely liked each other and got along well, most of the time anyway. But it added so much to our relationship now that we could share our deepest and most intimate moments.

When she finished, she smiled at me and giggled. Then she raised her hand from her pussy and let me suck on her fingers while we kissed and giggled some more.

After that it was my turn. She asked me to remove my shirt, which I did, and then I turned onto my back and started touching myself. It was easier for me to come on my back than on my side for some reason. I had to shut my eyes too, and concentrate on the sensations my fingers were giving me so I could get close.

Kate cuddled up next to me and watched my face. I think she might have preferred to get down between my legs and look at my pussy while I masturbated, the way she had the previous weekend and said she really enjoyed, but I’d asked her to watch my face this time, and so she did. She kissed me a few times, and she may have been gently rubbing herself too, but mostly she just stayed right beside me and looked at my face. I loved knowing that she was there, being with me, as I pleasured myself.

When I came, it was long and slow and warm and flowing. It’s funny how every orgasm is a little bit different. Sometimes, for me anyhow, a climax can be sort of quick and explosive, almost like an bomb going off, and at other times it can be more like a series of huge waves gradually rising and falling inside. Maybe it’s not that way for everyone, but that’s how it works for me.

My sister waited until the last wave had receded and I was quiet. Then she slid on top of me, putting her arms around me and kissing me. She was still wearing the pink and white panties and bra. I opened my legs and she nestled her little body in between my thighs. We held each other and kissed for a long time. She loves kissing me and I love kissing her. Oh my god, how I love kissing her.

Kate’s mouth is so nice. Her lips are not as full as my mom’s or as Molly’s (which I’ll tell you about later), but she’s amazingly good at using her lips and her tongue together to caress my mouth and make me feel so blissfully happy. I could kiss her forever.

Around midnight, we agreed that it was time for us to say goodnight and get some sleep. We knew we had a busy day ahead of us on Saturday, getting everything prepared for our grandparents who would be visiting for Christmas, and we also had a sexy adventure with Rita to look forward to when night came. Kate went back to her own bed and I turned on my side and drifted off, dreaming about little girls, lots of little girls, taking off their clothes and playing with me.

Continue on to Chapter 36

Go Fish

  • Posted on May 8, 2015 at 10:13 am

By JetBoy

 

It was hot and humid, even for July. The air outdoors seemed thick as chicken soup, without so much as a wisp of breeze to be had. Leaving the house on a day like this was clearly out of the question, so Fay and her daughter Gina were seated at the kitchen table, idly playing cards.

Fay was dressed in her summer sleepwear — her ex-husband’s Mets T-shirt, skimpy panties underneath. Nevertheless, she was still just warm enough to be slightly uncomfortable.

“I think I need to have someone over to take a look at the air conditioner,” she muttered, peering at her cards. “Seems like it ought to be a lot cooler in here than it is.” She stretched and yawned, then glanced up at her daughter. “Got any fives, hon?”

Her daughter tapped her fingers on the tabletop, gazing into space.

“Gina? Fives?”

Gina looked up distractedly, her red hair slightly frizzy from the heat.

As always, the sight of her adorable daughter made Fay feel all warm inside. At fourteen, Gwen could sometimes pass for twelve, even eleven. Hardly any breasts to speak of beneath that tank top, her hips slim as a boy’s. Fay’s gaze traveled down her daughter’s body, lingering on Gina’s coltish legs. So smooth, so elegant. Such a sexy sight in those lime-green tennis shorts…

All right — enough of that, Fay told herself, taking a deep breath to still her suddenly throbbing heart. “Gina?”

“Hmm?” Such lovely green eyes she had, too. Eyes to lose yourself in…

“Honey? Fives?”

Gina started, then stared blankly at her own cards. “Um… go fish.”

Fay drew from the deck… three of diamonds. She glanced up at Gina, then paused as she noticed her daughter gazing at her, a thoughtful expression on her face.

Suddenly, Gina spoke. “Mommy?”

“What, hon?”

Then Fay saw Gina’s cheeks redden, her daughter nibbling nervously at her lower lip. She seemed about to say something… then she shook her head, looking down at her cards. “Um, nothing.” She concentrated fiercely. “Is it my turn?”

Fay sat back. “Yes, it is.” She frowned. “What is the matter, honey? You seem a million miles away. What’s on your mind?”

“Ummm… well, uh, can I ask you something, Mommy — something kinda, um, personal?”

Fay smiled lovingly at her daughter. “You can ask me anything, honey. I might not want to answer, but you can always ask.”

“Well… I was thinking about Laura.”

“Hmmm, okay,” Fay murmured. “What about her?” Laura had been Fay’s lover for the past couple of years, until they had parted amicably three months ago.

“Well… I know you and Laura were, like, you know, friends before — um… you were together.”

“Uh-huh. Yes, we were.” Fay nodded.

“For how long?”

“Ohhh, maybe… a year. Or two? No, wait. About… a year and a half, I guess.”

“Before…”

“Before… we became lovers, yes.” It felt odd to say this to her daughter, even though they had discussed it in the past. Fay was acutely conscious of the girl’s questioning gaze.

“Hm.” Gina replied.

Fay’s brow arched. “Why?”

Her daughter shook her head slowly. “Um, I just…” She looked down at her cards. A pause. “Got any queens?”

Fay smiled. “Go fish.”

Gina took a card, then grinned. There’s my girl, thought Fay. “I got a queen, I got a queen…” the girl chanted, waving the card to and fro.

“Well, la-di-da, Miss Thing, you got a queen. Woo-hoo,” Fay gently mocked.

Suddenly Gina laid her cards face down on the table. “Mommy?” Her face was serious again.

“Yes?”

“Can I ask you a really personal question?”

“Of course you can, sweetie.”

Gina flushed again, breathed deeply, and dove in. “What happened… that made you, well, more than friends?” The look on her face was priceless. She seemed partly nervous, partly curious, partly proud of herself for having the courage to ask.

Despite the sudden surge of excitement she felt at Gina’s question, Fay hesitated. “Ohhh, honey…” She put her own cards down. “That’s… that’s real grownup stuff.”

“I know, but… I really want to know. Really.”

Fay stared at her blossoming little girl, enthralled — but still unsure. She sighed. “The thing is, hon…” How to say it? “It’s just that… that kind of… hmmm.” She took another sip of soda, steeling herself. “Okay, here’s the thing. I get… really aroused when I talk about anything like that.”

“Aroused? You mean—”

Fay smiled, rolled her eyes. “Turned on. Sex-u-ally ex-ci-ted.”

Gina’s eyes widened.

“And I’m not sure if it’s a good idea for me to be… telling you things like that.”

“Why not?”

“Because you’re my daughter, honey.”

“But you told me all about my period.”

“I know, but…” Fay was at a loss for words. And despite her best intentions, getting turned on already…

Bad enough she had caught herself having sexual fantasies about her own daughter lately — it wasn’t that hard for her to keep those to herself. But now Gina wanted her to talk about sex, and lesbian sex at that! Not to mention that her little girl looked absolutely luscious in those skimpy summer shorts and her tank top.

Fay took a deep, calming breath. It wouldn’t do for her fourteen-year-old to even suspect that her mother found her desirable. “Honey, I don’t think—”

“And this is really important to me!”

“Why?”

Gina blushed hugely this time. Her eyes seemed to glow. “It just is,” she murmured.

A pause. To tell or not…

“All right.”

“Cool!”

“But wait, wait now. I don’t want you gabbing about this with anyone, okay? If I find out you’ve told this to any of your friends, you are in deep trouble, missy. Okay?” Gina nodded. “I mean it.”

“I won’t tell anyone, Mommy,” Gina solemnly intoned, drawing a large X across her chest with two fingers. “Cross my heart and hope to die.”

“All right, then.” Fay took a deep breath and shifted in her chair. “So. What happened that made Laura and me more than friends… ” She fumbled for the right words, then decided to simply be as straightforward with her daughter as she could. “You want to hear about the first time we… we made love, don’t you?”

Gina nodded, rapt.

“Right. Well, Laura and I met when she worked in my office building, you know… and she was a lot of fun. This was about half a year after your dad left, and I didn’t really feel like dating, so I spent time with her instead. We hung out, went to parties, and concerts and stuff. Well, this one night we went out driving, to celebrate Laura’s getting a new car. Just two hot chicks, jazzing down the strip, the CD player turned up loud…” She chuckled at the thought.

“We had some time to kill, and Laura asked if I wanted to go up the mountain and check out Lover’s Lane. Take in the view, share a couple of beers, and then go to this hot club where things wouldn’t get going until later. So we drove up and parked, and no one else was around. We ended up hanging out there for a long time. It was so nice and peaceful, and we enjoyed it so much, that we decided not to even bother with the club. We talked for awhile, looking out over the town. And then we were quiet. Just sitting there, really…”

A pause. Fay absently stroked her belly through the T-shirt. Gina watched her mother’s face, listening intently.

“I think I said, ‘This is really nice,’ or something, and then we just… looked at each other.” Fay murmured. “She was staring at me, and I was staring at her for the longest time. It felt like I was falling into her eyes… ” Fay shifted in her chair. “I saw her starting to kind of come back, or go away, or whatever. And she said, ‘No making out tonight, I guess.’ Still looking right at me. And then I said — and I don’t know where this came from, or how I had the nerve… I said, ‘Want to make out?’ No joke, girl. I was serious. And part of my brain was saying, Oh, great — you just lost your best friend. But then Laura looked at me, and nodded her head!”

Gina giggled, smiling… thrilled to be hearing this.

Fay laughed, shaking her head in wonder. “I could have died right then. I won! And I didn’t even know I was playing!” She took a sip of Coke, now aware that her nipples were visibly erect. Feeling a bit self-conscious, she put down the glass and folded her arms across her chest. Gina watched her mother, her eyes wide, eager to hear more.

Instead, Fay shrugged. “And there you have it.”

Gina’s fist hit the table, a big scowl on her face. “Mommy!”

“What?”

“You know! What — what happened then?”

Fay sighed, sliding down in her chair. Her T-shirt rode to her upper thighs. “Ohhhh! I knew I shouldn’t have started this!” She crossed her arms over her head.

Gina pulled her chair closer. “Mommy, please. Finish.”

Fay brought her arms down. Looked at her flushed daughter. And caught a tantalizing hint of something, something sexual — Gina’s excitement.

What’s happening here? Fay thought as she stared into her beautiful daughter’s eyes, the bright red hair framing the soft, serious face. Am I really going to do this? Describe my first lesbian experience to my little girl? Well… all right. Go for it, whatever it is.

“Um, well, she slid across the seat to me, and we kinda sat there looking at each other for a minute or two, both of us feeling really shy… and then we kissed.” Fay sighed, her face alight as she remembered the moment. “And it was everything I’d ever dreamed of, but ten times better. I’d never known how wonderful it could be… just kissing. Oh my God, we made out for hours. And… I’m going to tell you everything, now, honey. I just loved to… touch her. And kiss her, all over — I could spend hours kissing every part of her. Her face, her hands, her… breasts, her, her vagina, yes. Her bottom. All over. Even…”

“What?”

“Even her… secret place, we used to call it. Inside her bottom. Her… hole. Oh, she loved for me to lick her there.”

“Wow. You really touched her there? And, uh, licked her?”

“Yes, I did, honey. That… part of the body, the secret place, is a very, um, erotic place for Laura. And for me too, actually.”

“And… did she… do those things to you?”

“Oh, yes… she was a very good toucher, and… kisser, and — well, she was good at lots of things.” A pause. “It’s okay that we’re just friends now, me and Laura,” Fay said thoughtfully, “but I do miss, well, the times she and I spent together, making love…” She sat quietly for a moment, tracing a pattern on the table with her fingernail. Finally, she looked up at her daughter. “Is that enough, honey? Did I answer your question?”

Gina nodded shyly. “Thank you, Mommy.”

“Oh honey, you’re welcome. I’m sorry I was so… weird about it.” They smiled at each other lovingly. “So,” Fay said, “why did you want to hear that story, anyhow? Will you tell me now?”

“Well…” Gina said, suddenly looking down at her feet, “there’s this girl in my gym class, named Eve. She’s really cute. And I — I think she, um, likes me.” She paused. “I mean, likes me more than — than just friends.”

Fay felt her heartbeat accelerate as she digested this bit of information. “W-what do you mean, honey? Has she tried to—”

“No… nothing like that, Mommy. She, well, kinda flirts with me, sort of like she wants to go out on a date with me or something. And… it’s the way she looks at me, too. She’s always doing that. Especially when we’re, um, in the showers. And she doesn’t even try to hide it! And the other day, she…” Gina struggled for the words.

“What, baby? You can tell me.”

“I caught her looking at me again in math class the other day… and when I caught her doing it, she… she… she licked her lips really slow. Like this!” And Gina put on her sexiest look, parted her lips and slowly circled her mouth with her tongue.

Fay was nearly trembling with arousal, trying to keep Gina from seeing it. “So…” she said softly. “These things Eve does… do they bother you, honey?”

Gina slowly shook her head. “No,” she said quietly, “I think she’s sweet. Sometimes, I think about her k-kissing me. And… uh, other things.”

“Other things…?” Fay whispered. Her panties were quickly becoming damp.

“Hugging me. Being, um, together without our clothes on… and touching. Kissing each other… but, well, sexy kissing, like the way girls kiss boys. And some of the kind of… things you and L-Laura did, Mommy.” Gina raised a concerned face to look at her mother. “Is that… is that okay?”

Fay’s heart swelled with love for her daughter, even as her arousal surged to new heights. “Of course, honey,” she murmured, getting up and squatting before Gina, gazing lovingly into her eyes. “Sweetheart, you are old enough now to feel that way about other people. And it doesn’t matter one bit if that person is a boy or a girl. If you are… attracted to Eve, you should do something about it. Sounds to me like she wants you to.”

Gina’s eyes were shining. “Oh, Mommy, I knew I could tell you about how I felt… and, and you’d understand!” She threw her arms around Fay and held her tightly.

I understand a lot better than you know, little one, Fay thought. The realization that her daughter had been thinking about girl/girl lovemaking had her aching with arousal. And now holding Gina close, smelling her sweet skin — well, that wasn’t helping things.

“You’re welcome, baby.” Fay unsteadily rose to her feet. “Just remember that you can talk to me about anything, okay? I’m always here for you.” Taking her seat, she picked up her cards. “So… you want to finish this game, honey?” Gina nodded. “Hmm, whose turn is it? Oh yeah, you had woo-hoo queens. So… any sevens?”

“Go fish.”

“Oh, well.” Fay picked a card from the deck, then reached for her soda can — only to find it empty. “Hmm… I need something to drink. You want another Coke?”

“Nah.” Fay got up. Gina gazed longingly at her mother, then softly said, “Mommy?”

Fay turned. “Hmmm?”

“Can I have another hug instead?”

“Oh, baby… you don’t ever have to ask,” Fay laughed, reaching out to her daughter. “You can have a million hugs, if you want!”

Gina stood, sighing happily as she wrapped her arms around Fay’s waist. She murmured into her mother’s chest, “Thanks again for everything, Mommy. I really love you.”

“Oh, honey…” Fay was melting inside as she felt her daughter’s face graze her nipple. “I love you too.” She patted Gina’s back. “Did you say that you didn’t want a Coke?”

Gina shook her head as she sat. “I haven’t finished this one.” She held up the can, swishing its contents around.

“Okay.” Moving to the refrigerator, Fay opened it and peered in, murmured “Now where did I…?” She turned to open the pantry, then leaned in to search. The six-packs of Coke were stacked in the back of the lower shelf, so she hoisted up her shirt and knelt down to retrieve one. It took some moving and shifting to get to the back of the pantry. And she was only a few feet away from where Gina sat.

Cards in hand, the girl stared, enthralled by the unexpected sight of her mother’s very womanly bottom — the t-shirt hiked up to her waist, her behind clearly visible through the gauzy panties Fay was wearing. In fact, her breath was nearly stolen away by the teasing view she was given of the rosy pinkness of her mother’s sex, framed by a shadow of dark curls. Best of all, she could see the dark, secret cleft between the shapely cheeks of her bottom — and somehow that excited Gina most of all.

Her heart was beating fast, her entire body tingling. Gosh, Mommy is so sexy…

Suddenly Fay rose, and turned. Gina hurriedly looked down at her cards.

“Hey — were you cheating?” Fay mock-scowled, lifting an eyebrow.

Gina blushed furiously, stammering, “N-no!” She felt hot, knew her face was red, and looked down again.

Fay stared, curious. “Honey? What’s wrong?”

Gina continued to blush violently. She looked up, saw her mother’s concerned face. She squirmed in her chair, utterly embarrassed.

“Is it about what I said? Oh, Gina —”

“It’s kind of… no, not really, it’s just… oh, Mommy,” Gina sighed, suddenly feeling so young, so like a little girl. “You’re just so… so, pretty, so grown up! You should be spending time with real people, like, not like me, I’m just… you know, I’m just a stupid little kid.” She looked down at her cards, her lower lip trembling.

Fay stared at her, frowning in concern. “Hey.” Gina looked up. “I am with real people.” She sat down, scooting her chair closer to her daughter. Touching Gina’s hot cheek, she murmured, “I like you, honey. I’m not just being your mom, you know.” She took the girl’s hand, squeezing it tightly. “The time we spend together is precious to me, hon. I wouldn’t give it up for, for anything. Okay?”

Gina peered sideways at her mother. She attempted a smile, then giggled. “Okay.”

“Good,” said Fay. She was still holding Gina’s hand as she tilted her head, her eyes narrowing. “Hmmm… I was telling you about me and Laura, and you were telling me about your friend at school, then you were blushing and acting strange… and now you say that you’re too young for me to be hanging out with you. What’s that all about, honey? Are you trying to tell me something?”

“Oh, GOD!” Gina squeaked, mortified. She jumped up from her chair and raced over to the couch, burying her face in the cushions.

A laughing Fay followed, landing next to Gina with a bounce. She reached around to Gina’s bare underarms and began to tickle her daughter. The girl squealed, thrashing wildly, trying to escape.

“What? You have to tell me! I have ways of making you talk!” gasped Fay.

“No! NO! Stop, really! Oooohgh, stop, please!” Gina twisted away, laughing helplessly, and curled herself into a ball.

“Oh, no you don’t!” cried Fay, and flipped Gina onto her back, grinning as she straddled her daughter’s waist. She leaned over the girl, her long brown hair tickling Gina’s face. They breathed heavily, staring at each other.

“Now.” Fay’s face was wild in the shadow of her hair. “You have to tell me.” Gina squirmed, and her mother grabbed a wrist in each hand. “Nope, you’re not getting away from me, little girl.” Her voice was low, soothing. “Come on, honey. What were you thinking about…?”

“Your… bottom,” Gina whispered after a long pause.

Fay froze, her eyes widening. “My bottom?”

“Your bottom.” Gina felt her face redden. She shouted, “Your bottom, your bottom!”

Fay stared down at her little girl… at her elfin face; then at her nipples, clearly visible through her tank top; then further down, to the smooth white skin of her tummy.

She lightly flexed her ass into Gina’s lap. “You were thinking about… this?”

Gina nodded, her eyes wide.

Fay continued to look down at her daughter, her body throbbing from head to toe, forbidden thoughts now whirling crazily in her head.

Reaching a decision, she slowly, slowly began to gyrate against Gina.

“What about my bottom?” Fay said softly, gazing deep into her daughter’s eyes.

The little girl felt the soft pressure of her mother grinding against her lap, and she instinctively began to respond, her hips flexing and lifting to meet Mommy’s movements. She had been upset, just seconds ago… but now Gina felt strange, sort of lightheaded and very excited. Looking into Fay’s hazel eyes, feeling the warmth of her mommy’s beautiful body… well, Gina was starting to feel pretty warm down there herself.

Her mother leaned in closer, so that Gina was enveloped in a musky tent of her soft, fragrant hair, their faces now inches apart. She whispered again, “What about my bottom, little one?”

“Um…” Gina whispered, “I was uh, looking at your… bottom when you were, were getting a Coke, and… and…”

“What, baby…?” Fay murmured, her eyes never leaving Gina’s.

“And… you are so b-beautiful,” Gina stammered. “I don’t know — seeing your, your bottom, it made me feel good… all tingly. I — I liked it, Mommy… liked looking at you. Is… is that b-bad for me to feel?” Her face was filled with concern.

Fay gently shushed her daughter. “No, honey, it’s not bad at all. I love for you to look at me. It makes me feel good.” As she spoke, Fay slowly pulsed herself against Gina, working her pelvis, languidly pressing her moistening sex into the girl’s yielding lap, feeling Gina’s shorts inching downward, sensing her daughter’s heat through her panties.

She whispered, “When you looked at me that way, honey… what did you see?”

“Um… I saw… ooooh.” A little soft prickle of something wonderful pulsed through Gina’s tummy. It made her dizzy.

Fay studied her dear little girl’s glowing face as their bodies slowly churned together. “Does this feel good, honey?”

Gina nodded, her mouth falling open, “Uh-huh…”

“I’m glad…” Fay continued to undulate against her daughter, her lust now a living thing, coiling and uncoiling in her belly. “Do you want me to stop?”

“No, no, please. Don’t stop.” Oh, gosh, it did feel good. Gina looked deeply into her mother’s eyes as they slowly moved together. “Mommy?” in a small voice.

“What, little love?”

“I really like this.” Gina whispered.

Fay smiled. “Me too,” still pressing her buttocks against Gina’s lap. “Now tell me, honey. Tell me what you saw.” She stared into Gina’s glazed young eyes, inches from hers, and whispered, “Did you see my secret place?”

The young girl felt as if she was floating, the wonderful scary hot feelings between her legs becoming constant now, and building. She gazed into her mother’s loving eyes, felt the steady motion of Mommy’s body on top of hers, and slowly nodded her head.

“Oh, honey, I’m so glad,” breathed Fay. “I’m glad you saw my secret place. It’s my own, you know, a very wonderful part of me, and I want you to see it. Only you. You’re so special to me, my dear Gina.” She kissed the girl’s forehead. “Do you understand?”

Gina nodded. She raised herself up enough to place a clumsy kiss upon her mother’s chin, then lay back, blushing.

Fay smiled. “Thank you, my love.” She lightly touched Gina’s lips with her fingers. “That’s what you are, you know. You are my love.” She moved even closer to her wide-eyed daughter. “Do you know that? Do you know how much you mean to me?”

She breathed the last question into Gina’s open mouth, then softly kissed the little bee-stung lips one at a time, lingering at the lower lip, gently sucking. She then raised herself, just enough to peer into her little girl’s glassy, yearning eyes.

Gina pressed her hips upward as her mother kissed her again — this time, a long, deep and hungry kiss. The younger girl felt herself parting her lips, allowing Mommy’s tongue to glide into her mouth.

The fourteen-year-old had never experienced anything as lovely as this, not ever. Her mother’s mouth was soft and sweet, tasting of peppermint lip gloss with a lingering hint of Coke. Gina found herself wondering if this was the way her mother had kissed Linda, her heart racing with excitement at the very idea.

Should I kiss Mommy back? she asked herself… but before she could take such a daring step, her mother’s lips were gone.

Fay gently broke away, sitting up beside her daughter, breathless at the picture now before her: Gina, her soft red hair askew, mouth open and wet from kissing, those green shorts now halfway down her thighs. The girl’s panties had slipped down, too, revealing the beginning swell and cleft of her rosy pudendum.

A trembling Gina gaped at her mother. In a very little-girl voice, she asked, “Mommy? Why did you stop?”

Fay smiled. At this moment, Gina looked more like eight than fourteen. “You are so very beautiful, baby… mmmm, I have such a lovely daughter.” she breathed, gently placing her hand atop Gina’s panty-clad sex. The girl stared down at her mother’s hand, then gazed up at Fay, mouth slightly open, a dreamy look in her eyes.

Fay gently stroked the small rise of her daughter’s mound, and Gina shivered deliciously.

“Ginny? Can I ask you to do something for me?”

The young girl’s eyes shone with love. “Oh, Mommy, yes, anything. What?”

Fay continued to caress her daughter through her panties. “Can you… show me your secret place, too?”

It struck Gina as so adorable, the sight of her mother looking at her almost bashfully as she asked that. Her own shyness forgotten, Gina quickly sat up, throwing her arms around Fay. “Yes, yes, yes,” she whispered fiercely into her mother’s ear. “I want you to.” She looked up into Fay’s eyes. “I do. I want you — ” and she was suddenly feeling shy once more, “to… to see me.”

Fay sighed happily. “Oh, Gina. I have to kiss you again.”

And she leaned in to do just that, her tongue slipping into her daughter’s mouth once more. Gina surprised herself by matching her mother’s passion, wrapping her arms around the older woman’s neck as her own tongue flashed to life.

As they kissed, Fay’s hand caressed her child’s soft white tummy, then slipped beneath the waistband of Gina’s panties to touch her lightly downed vulva. A shudder of pleasure ran through Gina as their mouths slid wetly together.

Fay’s long fingers traced their way down the groove of Gina’s sex, caressing her daughter’s suddenly moist flesh, stroking the sticky petals before slowly sliding a fingertip inside.

Now Gina was writhing to Fay’s ministrations, mewling ecstatically into her mother’s mouth as they kissed. Fay then drew back, but continued to finger her daughter, desperately wanting to see her come. She watched as Gina’s lips parted in wonder. In a shaky whisper, the girl gasped, “Is this… touching?”

“Yes, my love,” whispered Fay.

And suddenly Gina began to cry out. “Oh, oh, oh, Mommy… wh-what’s happening to me? Ohh! Mommmm… OhhhhhHHH!” She threw her head back, shivering violently as Fay guided her through a powerful climax — her first? She bucked and rocked on her mother’s loving fingers as her pleasure mounted higher, higher — finally collapsing, exhausted, onto her side.

The girl panted for breath, then lifted her head to gasp, “Oh, Mommy… what was that?”

Fay placed a hand on her daughter’s shoulder. “Relax, honey. You’ve just had an orgasm. Did you enjoy it?”

“Mmm-hmm,” Gina replied emphatically, her face glowing with contentment as she closed her eyes, sinking into her mother’s lap. Fay cradled the girl, lightly stroking her.

Suddenly Gina sat up, wrapping her arms around her mother’s neck. “Mommy?” she cooed.

Fay buried her face in her little girl’s hair, hugging her close. “What is it, honey?”

Gina whispered, “I haven’t shown you my secret place yet… you still want to see it, don’t you?”

Instead of answering, Fay rocked her daughter to and fro for a few seconds, then quietly said, “Let’s go to my room.”

They stood up together, then Fay bent down to slip one arm under Gina’s neck, the other beneath her thighs. She lifted her daughter, then carried her down the hall to the master bedroom. She lovingly deposited the girl in the center of her queen-sized bed, then stood quietly, looking down at her child with adoring eyes.

“I love you, Mommy,” whispered Gina.

“I love you too, little one.” Fay sighed. “Would you like to see me now? All of me?”

All Gina could do was nod weakly, her heart suddenly racing with excitement.

Fay reached down and grasped the bottom of her long T-shirt, tugging it up and over her head in a single fluid motion. Her brown hair spilled onto her shoulders, over her bare breasts. Then she tugged her panties down her thighs to her feet, carelessly kicking them off. “Here, honey,” she turned around and smiled at the little girl over her shoulder, “now you can take a real look at my bottom.”

Though she was fourteen, Gina had never touched herself before with intent. She may have noticed that it felt good in the shower, or while riding her bike, but she’d never consciously done it to pleasure herself. Even now, it was a mere unconscious urge that caused her hand to slip between her thighs, down to the place that still tingled deliciously from her mother’s touches. She wasn’t aware of her fingers moving slowly over the front of her underpants. She was only conscious of the roller-coaster swoop of her tummy as her mother displayed her beautiful bottom, that same bottom that had made her blush so hotly when she’d glimpsed it earlier. Only now her mommy was letting her see it, wanted her to look.

And look she did. Gina just felt like she wanted to kiss that beautiful bottom, to lose herself in its curves and crevices. “Oh,” she whimpered.

Now naked, Fay sat at the foot of the bed. “Do you like to look at me, honey?” she murmured.

Gina could only nod and sigh, “Oh, yes.”

“Sit up for a second, little one.”

Gina sat up and looked quizzically at her mother, completely undressed and cross-legged on the bed before her. “What?”

“Here,” said Fay solemnly. “I want to show you everything.” And she leaned back, grasped the backs of both her ankles, and spread her legs wide open. “It’s all for you, little one. For you.”

The sight was breathtaking. Gina almost felt like she might cry, her mother was so lovely. There was Mommy’s full-lipped vagina, that she’d only peeked at before… now open and glistening like a dew-moistened flower. Even more thrilling, here was her mom’s secret place, her dark, pink bottom hole, nestled between her silken cheeks. Gina felt her face go hot with pleasure and awe.

“Do you want to touch me?”

Gina gasped. A sharp shock of longing filled her, and she looked deep into her mother’s warm brown eyes. “Oooohh… can I?”

Fay smiled. “Of course, little love. I want you to…”

Almost absently, Gina stood and tugged off her shorts, dropping them to the floor. Her panties, Fay noted with a tingle of excitement, had a streak of wetness on their front. The sight made her mouth water, and she parted her thighs even further, inviting her daughter to explore.

Gina slowly got on all fours to kneel before her mother’s outspread offering. “Wow,” she marveled.

“Go ahead, little one,” Fay breathed. “Touch me. Pet me, just like a little kitten.”

Gina giggled. “What a cute kitten.” She extended her hand and touched the tip of a finger to the rosy outer lip of Fay’s sex. Her eyes widened. “It’s so warm!”

“Mmm-hmm. Touch right there, honey… I need to feel your hands on me.”

Gina took a deep breath. “All right.” She placed the tip of her index finger at the moist crevice between her mother’s labia and pressed inward. Her finger slipped into Fay’s vagina, about an inch deep — and she stopped, suddenly unsure of herself.

“That’s it, love. Go ahead, push all the way in.”

Gina did so, and her exploring digit slipped in even deeper, right up to the third knuckle.

“I — I have my whole finger inside you!” the fourteen-year-old squeaked, her eyes wide.

“Mmmm… I know, my angel. Do you like doing this?”

Gina looked up adoringly at her beautiful mother’s face. “Oh, Mommy, yes… yes!”

“You make so happy, honey.” Fay wiggled her bottom slightly. “Know what you can do to make me even happier?”

“What? Tell me!”

“Put another finger in, and then move them both around together… sort of like you’re spreading butter all over my insides. Okay?”

Gina’s eyes were wide. “Okay.” She slowly slid her middle finger in to join its mate, then tentatively began to move them about.

“It’s all right, Gina honey… you’re not going to hurt me, I promise. The more you move your fingers around in me, the better it feels.”

“Really?”

“Mmm-hmm.”

So Gina concentrated on moving her fingers more forcefully, marveling at the warmth and wetness that dwelled inside her mother’s body.

Fay moaned softly. “Oh, honey, that feels lovely. You can move them in and out of my pussy, too. And it’s also nice if you touch me here—” and she brought one hand down to uncover the bright bud of her swollen clitoris, “—where it’s really sensitive.” Her hand shifted back to grasp her ankle once more.

Biting her lower lip in concentration, Gina began to pump her fingers in and out of her mother’s vagina. She glanced at Fay and shyly murmured, “I like that.”

Fay’s eyes fluttered. “What, honey?”

“You call it your… pussy.” And her cheeks reddened.

Fay smiled. “Oh, honey, you’re blushing again.” Gina grinned, and ran a finger over her mother’s tender bud. “Ooh. Oh, Ginny, that’s wonderful!” She let her head fall back. “Mmmm, yes.”

“Does it f-feel good?” Gina asked.

Smiling at her daughter, Fay shakily murmured, “Oh yes, little girl, it does.” She grinned. “I love what you’re doing to my pussy.” She said this slowly, in a whisper that made Gina’s insides turn to jelly. Then Fay brought her legs down, leaving her knees up and wide. She leaned into Gina, who glanced up, pausing in her work.

“Oh, don’t stop, little one,” breathed Fay. “I just had to kiss you.” And she gently brought her mouth to Gina’s, lightly flicking her tongue between her daughter’s lips as the young teen continued to probe her mom’s now very wet cunt.

Their lips gently parted, and Fay whispered, “I’m so happy that we’re making love, just the two of us. Are you happy to love me like this, honey?” She was trembling now.

“Ohh, Mommy… I am,” Gina cooed, just before Fay, a bit more roughly than before, mashed her lips to Gina’s and thrust her tongue inside her fourteen-year-old’s mouth, moaning deliriously.

“Ohhhhhh,” Fay moaned as she broke away from Gina. “Honey, baby, listen… ooh! Oh, my sweet little girl, t-take one of your wonderful fingers, ah, GOD… and put it,” she leaned back to spread her cheeks, “put it in my b-bottom, honey, right inside me!”

Gina, her eyes wide, touched the index finger of her free hand to Fay’s anal cleft.

“Yes, baby, right there, just work it in, just like you did with Mommy’s pussy.”

Her finger slick with Fay’s fragrant wetness, Gina pushed at her mother’s bottom hole. She gasped in awe as she felt it open, taking her finger inside.

“Yes, honey, push it in, oh my God, push all the way it in!”

An enthralled Gina eagerly obeyed, and watched in wonder as her finger slowly, fully penetrated her mother’s bottom.

“N-now move it in and out, honey, just like you are with my pussy. And you can go faster, too. And harder — hard as you can. I love that.”

Pursing her lips in concentration, the girl began to do as Fay wanted, pushing deep into her mommy’s body, then drawing back again. In and out, gradually picking up speed and force, shifting into a brisk tempo as her confidence grew, thrusting into and out of her mother’s slippery holes.

Fay threw her head back into the pillow, almost violently. “YES! Fuck me, Gina honey, oh GOD, ohhh, I love you so much! FUCK ME!”

Gina worked furiously, gliding and burrowing, pumping and probing. She was aware of an amazing musky scent, animal and overpowering. It was the smell of her mother’s heat, the aroma of sex. And she was making it happen!

“Oh my GOD, oh, Gina! OH!” Fay’s hips bucked as her hands flew to stroke, caress her darling child between fits of helpless pleasure.

“OH! OH! God! Oh, yes!” And as the young girl fucked her, Fay cried out loud, lost in an earthly Nirvana, enveloped in an orgasm that seemed as if it would never end. She rode the wave of pleasure up to the top of the sky, then beyond.

Once her climax had crested and waned, fading into a ember-like glow, Fay fell back, spent and panting. Her knees, still upright, fell apart as her body went slack. She smiled weakly up at her kneeling daughter.

“Oh my God, honey.”

Gina looked down at her, wide-eyed. “I… did I do okay?”

Fay looked at her little 14-year-old daughter, kneeling above, her red hair sticking out wildly. A surge of joy radiated through her soul, so intense that she found herself beginning to cry. Wiping the tears away, she managed to gasp, “You did way better than okay, little one. Come here.” And she held out her arms.

Gina eagerly crept into the warm, naked embrace of her mother, snuggling into her neck.

“Oh, honey, honey, honey…” And Fay fervently kissed the girl’s hair, forehead, her freckled nose. She pulled away to gaze into her daughter’s emerald eyes. “Thank you.” Then she kissed the young girl`s precious mouth, long and deep, finally breaking away to ask, “So… can I see you now, sweetheart?”

Tilting her head to look at her mother, Gina squeezed her tightly, planting kisses her all over her face. “Oh yes, yes, Mommy. I want you to. You can see my… pussy.” Still blushing. “And m-my bottom hole, too.”

“Well, aren’t I the lucky lady,” Fay sighed blissfully. “Now… why don’t you turn your adorable self over for me.”

Gina quickly rolled onto her tummy, delighted to be doing this special thing for her mother.

Fay slipped her hands beneath Gina’s T-shirt to stroke her bare back, gazing in awe at her daughter’s bottom, the way it jutted slightly as it curved its way down… the pale-skinned, gazelle-like legs, the cute dimples behind her knees. “Are these for me?” Fay cooed, teasingly caressing Gina’s underpants.

Gina giggled. “I guess they’re for you. You bought ‘em!” She looked back over her shoulder, just in time to see her mother bend down to kiss her panty-clad bottom. She shivered at the sight of that. “Oh… wow.”

“Take off your top, hon,” Fay said, hands caressing her daughter’s smooth thighs.

Gina sat up, swiftly tugged off her T-shirt and threw it away. Fay drew her daughter close, kissing her neck as she reached around to cup the girl’s budding breasts. Gina gasped, “Oh, Mommy!”nearly overwhelmed by the exquisite sensation of Fay’s palms gliding over her nipples. She twisted her head around to kiss her mother, plunging her tongue as deep into Fay’s mouth as she was able. Fay nearly swooned at the intensity of her daughter’s passion.

Finally their lips parted… and Fay whispered, “Okay, honey. Get down on your hands and knees. Mommy wants to see your secret place now…”

Heart throbbing with anticipation, Gina positioned herself on all fours, thrusting her bottom toward her mother.

Fay ran her hand over her daughter’s smooth body, from her neck, over her bottom, down to her cute little pink socks. As her hand slid back again, she trailed her fingers up the little girl’s inner thigh to lightly graze the warm cleft of Gina’s still-concealed vulva. Gina murmured wordlessly and spread her legs wider, opening herself to her mother.

Fay leaned over Gina and began to kiss her neck and shoulders, while her right hand glided up her back, then down, slowing over her bottom, slipping between Gina’s cheeks until she was cupping the girl’s vagina through her damp panties. Her daughter’s hips rose to accommodate her… and Fay, now frantic with desire, whispered shakily into Gina’s ear, “Oh my God, my little girl, I’ve got to see you. I’ve got to taste you.”

She leaned back, roughly tugged Gina’s panties down, down her legs and off, her mouth open as she gazed hungrily at her daughter’s naked, barely-downed sex, glistening enticingly below the delightful pink-brown star of her asshole.

“Oh Gina, my love—” and she leaned in to kiss the offered bottom, to slide her tongue down the smooth path between her daughter’s buttocks. As the girl’s hips rose to meet her kisses, Fay’s nose bored into Gina’s quivering bottom hole as she thrust her swirling tongue into her daughter’s vagina.

Fay heard the girl whimper, felt her push her invaded bottom up and back into Mommy’s ravenous mouth, spreading herself open even further. Fay parted the smooth uplifted cheeks of Gina’s bottom with both hands and kissed the pink pucker of her anus, just as she had kissed Gina’s mouth before. Then her tongue emerged and she began to lick at her daughter’s crack.

As she rimmed the whimpering fourteen-year-old, her hand stole between Gina’s thighs to explore the moist flesh of her cunt, finally brushing the young girl’s clit with her fingertips. And Gina cried out loud.

What an amazing experience it was, feeling her daughter completely lose control from pure pleasure; moaning and weeping with joy and thrashing so hard that Fay had to hold Gina tightly, driving her to spasm after crying spasm of ecstasy with her hot, sucking mouth and busy fingers.

Gina seemed to come non-stop for several minutes, finally collapsing onto her side in exhaustion.

Fay lay down next to her naked daughter, drawing Gina into a loving embrace.

Gina’s eyes slowly fluttered open. “Oh, Mommy…” she whispered, “that was the most wonderful thing ever. I love you so much…”

“I love you too, honey… and I loved making you feel good.” She licked her lips. “Your pussy is delicious.” Fay touched her nose to Gina’s and whispered, “Want to taste for yourself…?”

The young girl, fascinated, slowly nodded her head.

“Then kiss me,” Fay breathed.

Gina closed her eyes and parted her lips. Their mouths met… and they kissed, gently at first. But their newfound passion was too strong to be sated just yet… and their kissing quickly grew hot and hungry. Gina purred with delight, savoring the flavor of her own sweetness on her mother’s lips and tongue.

Suddenly she broke away, her face flushed with desire. “Mommy…” she panted, “I want to k-kiss you there, too. I want to… lick your pussy.”

“Oh, my,” Fay crooned, thrilled beyond words. “Nothing would make me happier, angel.” She rolled onto her back, parting her legs for Gina.

Wide-eyed and grinning excitedly, Gina reached out to brush Fay’s cunt with her fingertips. “Mmm, Mommy…” she sighed, “your pussy is so pretty.” Leaning closer, she placed a soft kiss on her mother’s glistening labia, making Fay gasp. “I just hope I can make you feel as good as you made me  feel.”

“Oh, Gina… here, I’ll show you how,” Fay murmured, parting her pussy lips with her fingers. “I like long, slow licks, honey… start out gentle at first, then you can do it harder. You can slip your tongue inside me and wiggle it around, I like that too. And when I really, really start to get excited,” Fay said, sitting up a bit, “if you lick and suck me right here…” indicating her clit, “that sensitive place I had you touch earlier… oh my, I’ll just explode.”

Gina nodded. “Okay, Mommy,” she chirped, placing her warm hands on Fay’s thighs, “lie back. I want to do it to you right now.”

Fay sighed, “Oh, my sweet baby, yes… make love to me.”

Gina smiled, lowered her face. A moment’s silence, and Fay cried out loud at the unbelievable sensation of her daughter’s tongue licking slowly at her cunt. Her hands helplessly clutched at the bedsheets.

“Mmmm, yes, Gina, that feels wonderful…” Fay moaned. She threw her head back, her lips parted, panting for breath. Just knowing that her deepest, darkest, most forbidden fantasy of making love to her daughter had now come true sent tingly curlicues of purest ecstasy spiraling through her frame.

“You smell really good, Mommy,” purred Gina, her moving lips brushing Fay’s tingling labia, “and you taste great!” She trailed her tongue up and down, exploring the moist pink folds as her heart swelled with love. This was so… so incredible — that she, a fourteen-year-old girl, was getting to make love to the most wonderful woman in the world, the person she adored more than anyone… her own beautiful, sexy mother. She slid her tongue into Mommy’s vagina and rolled it around, and Fay moaned in disbelief.

“Oh, oh, mmmmmm, yes. Oh, honey!” Fay gasped, clutching her breasts. “Oh, my sweet angel, that f-feels so… OH!” Her body began to quiver helplessly.

Gina, sensing her mother’s rising excitement, trailed her mouth up to that sensitive spot that Fay had shown her earlier. She flicked the pink nubbin with the tip of her tongue.

Fay cried out. “Yes, baby. Mmmm, YES!”

Dizzy with excitement at the thought of making her mother go off as intensely as she herself had earlier, Gina took her mother’s clitoris between her lips and nibbled at it.

The result was electric. Fay thrashed wildly on the bed, her body seizing up again and again as she came. Her breath hissed through clenched teeth as her daughter took her through an orgasm that seemed to turn her very soul inside out.

Finally Fay lay dazed, her child’s face resting contentedly on her moist thigh. Gina licked her lips, still savoring the thick taste of her mother’s sex.

“Oh… oh, Gina,” Fay moaned, “c-come here, baby.” The girl crawled into her mother’s warm embrace.

Fay held her daughter for a long time, feeling her heart slowly fall back into its regular rhythm. Finally, she tilted the girl’s face up to hers, then kissed her gently. Brushing Gina’s hair from her forehead, she spoke. “Honey, what we’ve done just now… most people would say it was wrong. You know that, don’t you? Mommies and their daughters aren’t supposed to, to make love like we did.”

Gina opened her mouth to protest, but Fay quieted her with a finger to her lips. “But… it was the most wonderful experience of my life, honey. And I want you to know that — I’m glad it happened.”

Gina hugged her mother tightly, burrowing her face into Fay’s sweet-smelling hair. Suddenly she raised herself up to gaze into the older woman’s eyes. “Does that mean that — that I’m your girlfriend, now, Mommy? Like Laura was?”

Fay shook her head. “No, baby.” A flicker of hurt appeared in Gina’s eyes. “Now listen; let me explain something. If you and I were to become a couple, then I wouldn’t exactly be your mother anymore… and you wouldn’t quite be my little girl, either. Think about it, honey. Being in a relationship like that, a romantic one… things would change between us. You wouldn’t want that to happen — would you?”

Gina furrowed her brow, then smiled, shrugged. “I guess you’re right, Mommy. I like us the way we already are.”

“Good girl. We love each other… but we shouldn’t be in love. Besides,” she chuckled, squeezing her daughter about the waist, her hands moving up to playfully tickle the girl, “what about your little friend at school? The girl who stares at you in the showers?”

“Who, Eve?” Gina giggled, trying to brush her mother’s fingers away from her ribs. “Oh, yeah.” Her eyes lit up like tiny stars. “Yeah! If she wants to um, fool around with me, I know what to do now! You taught me so much cool stuff, Mommy.” She lay back, staring dreamily at the ceiling. “I could sneak into the girl’s bathroom with her during study hall, take off her underpants and lick her p-pussy. Wow, I bet she’d love that.”

“Sounds sexy… but you’d better not do that kind of thing at school, young lady,” Fay sternly replied as she cuddled her child. “Just invite her over, honey — have her spend the night.”

“Mommy,” Gina twisted around to face her mother, a fearful tone in her voice. “I see how we can’t be, you know, girlfriends… but does that mean we… we can’t do this ever again? Make love? We still can, can’t we?”

Fay caressed her daughter’s face. “Sweet Gina… being with you was such a, a perfect thing… and it made me so incredibly happy. How could I give this up?” She placed a feather-light kiss upon her daughter’s lips. “The answer is yes, sweetheart. We can still make love. Any time you want.”

Gina sighed, a mixture of happiness and relief. “That sounds great, Mommy.” She rested her face on her mother’s breast, pausing to give it a tiny kiss… then lifted her head again. “Can I, um, stay with you tonight?”

“Sure you can,” Fay murmured, stroking Gina’s bare back. “And maybe, just maybe, we’ll make love again, before we go to sleep.”

“Mmmmm, yes… I’d like that!”

“I love you, baby,” Fay whispered.

Gina’s lips brushed her mother’s ear. “I love you too.”

They lay together quietly, peacefully.

Then Gina spoke up again. “Mommy?”

“Hmm?”

“I’m kind of hungry.”

Fay opened an eye. “Me too, now I think of it.” Disentangling herself from Gina, she sat up and stretched luxuriously. “Mmmmmm… tell you what, hon — let’s go hop in the shower—”

“Together?” Gina asked hopefully.

“Oh, yeah,” cooed Fay, placing a warm hand on her daughter’s belly. “And we can get each other all clean. Then we’ll march into the kitchen and throw together a couple of sandwiches. Sound good?”

“Yum!” cheered Gina. “And then, we have to finish our card game. We never did, remember? I was winning, too!”

“Hmmph. We’ll see about that, little lady!” Fay rose from the bed, her nude body illuminated by the fading light of day. Gina sprang to her feet an instant later, proudly displaying her own nakedness to her mother.

“Oh, honey,” purred Fay, smitten anew by her child’s bare beauty. “C’mere. Mommy wants a kiss…”

Parent and child melted into a passionate embrace, their mouths crushed together, tongues mingling. Fay’s hands slipped down Gina’s back to cup her pert little bottom, and the girl moaned into their kiss, lewdly grinding her slender body against the womanly form of her mother.

Finally their lips gently parted. Fay rested her forehead against Gina’s, her heart racing. “Thanks, honey,” she murmured. Releasing her daughter, she swept her hair back. “Ready for that shower now?”

“Yeah!” grinned Gina, padding to the door. Suddenly she whirled around, her eyes flashing. “Last one to the bathroom is a dirty dog!” she cried, then she was dashing down the hallway.

“Why, you little—” growled Fay, and she was off, too, racing headlong after her daughter.

Shrieks of laughter rang through the house, accompanied by the jumbled rhythm of running feet.

*****

This story was written for my own enjoyment, and was never intended to be made public. It is an adaptation/reworking of “Jill’s Heart,” a classic piece of erotica from Leslita author Louisa May. The original story is a lovely tale, but I’d always felt that it ended a bit abruptly, stopping when the sex was beginning to get really intense. (Of course, that’s a testament to the erotic heat of Louisa May’s craft… the way she leaves you craving more.) I fleshed out the last part of the story, then rewrote and expanded the rest; trying to keep the flavor of her original while telling it in my own style.

I never considered making it public, honestly. But I later sent a copy to fellow author Androgyne as a thank-you for her nice remarks about one of my stories, and she more or less demanded that I post it at Leslita. After I replied with my reservations about doing so, she graciously suggested that I present my version of “Jill’s Heart” as a loving tribute to Louisa May.

I ended up doing several more variations on her stories; thankfully, one day Louisa May appeared again at Leslita with a new offering, and gave me her blessing when I wrote to call her attention to my humble efforts.

So here it is, a heartfelt offering for a true queen of lesbian erotica. Thank you, Louisa May, for your beautiful stories as well as your kindness. Wherever you are, I wish you every happiness.