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Maternal Closeness

  • Posted on May 9, 2015 at 3:58 pm

By Naughty Mommy

This little story has special meaning for me, because it is the first piece of erotica I ever posted online for people to read. I’d been composing dirty stories for well over a decade, but always just for my own enjoyment or to share with my lover. Now, however, I was taking a big leap and putting myself out there, exposing my work to public scrutiny.

The date was November 4, 2012, the venue was Lesbian Lolita — and the response was absolutely wonderful, so supportive, complimentary, and gratifying. That gave me courage to begin posting more of my erotica and eventually led to where we are today. Now, open up your blouse, take out your breast, begin stroking your nipple… and enjoy the story.

I heard the back door slam. School was done for the day and Tiffany was home. Now I would have to face the situation once again. Every weekday afternoon, I looked forward to this time while also fearing what it meant for us.

Weekends were different. It still happened, but it happened repeatedly, throughout the day, all day long. It was a comfortable habit, just the way we were.

It was the weekdays, when she had to go to school, that were difficult for me. After my little girl would go away teary-eyed in the morning, saying how much she would miss me, and then I would have hours to myself to think about what we were doing — before she would come running home in the afternoon, bursting eagerly through the door — that was when I was beset with doubts.

For the moment, however, I had no more time to think about it, because my Tiffany was there. She was with me again. Racing into the house, letting the door slam behind her as she always did, carelessly dropping her books and her lunchbox on the floor, she flung herself into my arms.

“Oh my darling girl, my sweet precious baby girl,” I hugged her tightly, kissing her cheeks, her mouth, her neck.

Her little legs were wrapped around me, squeezing me. “Mommy, Mommy, Mommy,” she panted, in between her own flurry of kisses on my neck, my cheeks, and my lips.

* * *

Tiffany was 8 years old, in the third grade. To me, she was an angel, the most adorable creature I had ever seen or could ever hope to see. Her shining hair was golden blonde and curly, forming a halo around her face. She had pale skin, sprinkled with a few freckles, a tiny nose, and big blue eyes. Her mouth was like an invitation, sweet and soft and kissable.

I loved to dress my darling daughter in beautiful clothes, making her look even more enchanting. I would spend a lot of money that way, finding only the most feminine and alluring little outfits for her to wear, so she would appear to me both like an innocent child and like a tantalizing, seductive young girl, all at once.

For school, of course, I generally toned down this effect, although she still looked completely charming every day. But I reserved the emphasis on her sex appeal for when she was home with me and we were alone together.

* * *

Today Tiffany was wearing a frilly white blouse under a blue velvet jumper, with white tights and black patent leather shoes. In her hair was a blue ribbon that matched the color of her jumper and her eyes. Her cheeks were rosy, her lips naturally pink and full. I kissed her mouth again and again.

Finally she relaxed the grip of her legs around my waist. We sat down on the sofa together, my precious baby girl in my lap. After taking off her shoes, she began to unbutton my blouse. I felt my breath coming faster. Even before Tiffany had my blouse open, my nipples were hard and ready for her.

Leaning down, sighing with desire, my daughter took one of my long nipples into her mouth and settled in for her afternoon feeding.

I had no milk. I hadn’t had any since around the time she’d started kindergarten, more than three years earlier. But she didn’t care about that. It wasn’t milk my little girl was sucking for, it was closeness.

I petted her, kissing her forehead, murmuring softly to her. The beautiful child was curled in my lap, her eyes closed in contentment, her small hands holding and gently squeezing my breast as she sucked on the nipple. I slid a hand slowly up her thigh, under her jumper, and caressed her bottom.

We remained that way for perhaps ten or fifteen minutes, and all the time my excitement continued to grow. I knew what was coming next.

* * *

On weekdays, Tiffany would usually have a feeding first thing in the morning, another in the afternoon as soon as she got home from school, one more after dinner, and a final feeding at bedtime. On weekends, we had less of a regular schedule, just whenever she felt the need for me, typically every two or three hours. I let her sleep in my bed on Fridays and Saturdays, and often during the night, I would wake up to find my daughter’s mouth at one of my breasts, hungrily sucking on the nipple.

From the time when she was a newborn, I had loved breast-feeding. I never wanted it to stop, and neither, it turned out, did she. After she began school, I made a few half-hearted efforts to break us of the habit, but to no avail.

Of course, I had to wonder how long we could keep this up. She was already 8 years old, what about when she was 11 or 12 years old? Or 16? Would we still be doing it then? And if not, how might the two of us adapt to that loss of closeness?

Those were the questions that plagued me during the day when she was away at school. No matter how deeply I thought about it, though, I could never come up with a satisfactory answer. It seemed as if we would have to stop someday. But when? And how?

* * *

When she was ready to switch to the other nipple, Tiffany shifted around on my lap, allowing me to hike up my skirt. Just as I never wore a bra when we were alone together, I also never wore panties.

Now I leaned sideways, reclining against the sofa’s cushioned arm. My little girl settled in next to me, laying on her side, her face at the level of my breasts. I had one foot on the floor and my other leg was extended along the length of the sofa.

Tiffany smiled prettily up at me, and I whispered, “I love you.” My baby blew me a little kiss before bringing her mouth down to my nipple.

I had one arm around her shoulders, hugging her to me. With my other hand, I was stroking her, petting her hair, caressing her soft cheeks. My daughter held my breast in her hands, gently squeezing it as she sucked on the nipple.

After about a minute of this, she lifted one of her hands from my breast and took me by the wrist, moving my hand to the other side of my chest. Her eyes, which had been shut, now opened again so she could watch as she placed my hand over my breast. Her fingers closed over mine, and she made me begin squeezing my own nipple.

This was a ritual she and I had practiced since she was just a little girl, perhaps three or four years old. Apparently she’d noticed that sometimes I liked to play with my own nipple, fondling it and caressing it while she was sucking on the other one. I wouldn’t do it all the time, though, and when I didn’t, she began to forcibly take my hand in hers, moving it to my breast. I presume that was because she enjoyed watching me do that. I’d never asked her about it. It was just something we did.

But that wasn’t all we did. After Tiffany had watched me play with my nipple for several minutes while she sucked on the other one, she reached over to my hand again, taking it away from my breast. She slowly moved it down this time… down, further down… until it reached my crotch.

* * *

This second part of our ritual had begun more recently, just two years before, when Tiffany was six years old. Late one Friday evening, we were in my bed, cuddling, both of us naked, and she was sucking on my nipples. For whatever reason, I found myself becoming intensely excited that night, much more than usual. I’d always experienced a certain amount of sexual arousal from breast-feeding her, even when she was only a baby. As the years went by, I became more and more heated whenever she would do it.

That evening, as her mouth and tongue worked on my nipples, I was unable to resist the urge to reach down between my legs and caress myself. It was something I’d had the desire to do many times before then, but I’d always found the strength to wait until later, until after she’d fallen asleep, before I quietly masturbated. This time, I couldn’t wait.

The room was only dimly lit and the sheets were covering my body below the waist, so I told myself that my daughter wouldn’t know what I was doing. And certainly, even if she noticed something, she wouldn’t have any idea that it was a sexual act.

I began to rub my clit, and within a few minutes I was approaching orgasm. The knowledge that I was crossing a boundary, breaking a taboo, somehow made it even more arousing to me. I kept telling myself to stop, to wait, to slow down, but it was no use. I’d already gone too far.

I climaxed that night, and the very next night I did the same thing. I touched myself in bed while Tiffany sucked on my nipples, and I climaxed again.

But then I decided I couldn’t continue that way, that it just wasn’t right. It wasn’t fair for me to take sexual pleasure from my daughter’s innocent way of showing me affection.

So you see, I wanted to stop, but she wouldn’t let me.

It was only two days later when she took my hand in hers for the first time and moved it down to my crotch. Since then, she does it at every feeding.

* * *

“My darling, darling girl, Mommy loves you so much.”

We were on the sofa. I was whispering endearments to her, looking down at the pretty blue ribbon in her golden blonde hair. Tiffany had her mouth on my nipple, and her hand on my hand between my legs.

She likes to feel my movements as I masturbate. Her little hand lays directly over mine, her fingers following the action of my fingers as I massage my clit. When I slide a finger between my pussy lips, dipping down to tease the opening to my vagina, feeling the heat and wetness at my center, her hand is there too. It’s almost as if she is masturbating me.

It usually takes me at least five or ten minutes to reach orgasm. And that’s perfectly fine, of course. I’m never in a hurry. What could be better than having a beautiful blonde angel sucking on my nipples, occasionally looking up into my eyes and smiling at me, as I stimulate myself and gradually approach a climax?

* * *

After I finished coming that afternoon, Tiffany moved up on the sofa and kissed my mouth. We held each other very close for a while, tenderly stroking and kissing each other, a mother and child so deeply happy together.

Later, I made a nice dinner for us, and then before bed, I gave her a bath, making sure to wash her perfect little body very carefully and thoroughly. She had another feeding before going to sleep, and I had another orgasm.

Someday, perhaps, we will have to stop. Or, possibly, we will go even further.

I’m beginning to think I shouldn’t worry so much all the time. In fact, I’m wondering now if Tiffany might like me to touch her between her legs and give her the same kind of pleasure that she has seen me give myself.

Yes, I might just try that. Maybe even tomorrow.

The Joy of Looking, Chapter 46

  • Posted on May 9, 2015 at 3:46 pm

By Naughty Mommy

Carla returned shortly, carrying a designer purse and wearing a beautiful overcoat. She sure does have some nice clothes and stuff, I thought to myself.

Giving us a dazzling smile, she said, “Let’s go!”

Ten minutes later, we found a parking space in the crowded lot of a restaurant. As we were getting out, Carla pulled into a spot close to ours. She climbed out of her cute little sports car, showing us lots of leg.

The place was called Starlight Grill. I’d never been there before. A whole lot of people were waiting for tables, but Carla went up to the seating person and said something to her, and they took us in right away.

It was really dark inside, with soft music playing. It seemed like the kind of place you would go for a romantic evening or something. I noticed that most of the other diners were nicely dressed. Some of them looked at us as we walked past.

We were seated at a small table for four. Carla was on my left, my mom on my right, and Kate across from me. The atmosphere was intimate, with the only light coming from candles in the center of each table. People spoke in low, hushed tones.

Someone came to take our drink orders, and then someone else brought two little cups with olives in them, and then someone else gave us big heavy menus to look at, and still another person put tiny plates in front of us with toasted bread that had pasty stuff on it.

After that we got our drinks (Cokes for me and Kate, martinis for Mom and Carla), and at last we were alone and could talk, quietly.

“You remember Carla from when we met her before, don’t you, Julie?” my mother asked.

“Yeah, I… I remember her.”

The woman looked at me, licking her lips. And then, as I watched, she slid a finger down the front of her blouse, pulling it open just slightly so I could see inside. She wore a lacy ivory-colored bra that covered very little. Her full breasts were pushed up, swelling together. The cleavage was enticing.

I swallowed as I took in the sexy display. When I looked up at her face, she winked at me and let the blouse close up again.

“I didn’t tell you about this before, girls,” my mom said, “because, well, because I wasn’t sure at first if Carla would be interested in what we are interested in. But it turns out she is.”

“I certainly am.”

The brunette smiled at each of us in turn, starting with me, then my mother, and then Kate. When she looked at Kate, she crossed her legs under the table and I think she must have rubbed her foot on my sister’s leg or something, because Kate suddenly gave a start and stared at Carla. Even in the dim light, I could see that she was blushing.

“Anyway,” my mom continued, “she and I have been seeing each other for a couple of months now, and recently we had a conversation that led us to, uh, to where we are tonight.”

“And where are we tonight?” I asked a little too loudly, surprising myself.

Mommy put her hand over mine, smiling warmly. In a soft voice, she said, “We are out with a very beautiful woman. The four of us are going to have a delicious dinner, and then after that my sexy young daughters and I will go to her house, where we will slowly take off each other’s clothes.”

She gazed into my eyes and then down at my lips. I thought she was going to kiss me, but as she began to lean toward me, she stopped and glanced around, apparently realizing it might cause a scene, and settled back into her seat with a sigh.

I noticed then that Carla had taken Kate’s hand in hers, and was gently rubbing her fingers. Kate seemed to be tense, but I think she was also getting very aroused.

My mom took a sip of her martini. Then she said, “Carla and I like to watch porn together.”

Kate’s head whipped around. Her eyes wide, she blurted, “Porn?”

Mommy patted her hand, chuckling, “Not so loud, my love.”

“Oh, sorry,” my sister giggled.

“That’s all right,” my mother smiled.

After taking another sip of her drink, she went on, “But yes, we both enjoy looking at porn. Carla has some really hot movies with girls kissing and touching and licking each other. Maybe we can watch one of them tonight. Would you like that?”

Kate nodded enthusiastically. My mother looked over at me, and I nodded too.

“God, I love porn,” Carla told us. “Almost every night I put on a movie and get out a vibrator and fuck myself until I come again and again.”

I could hardly believe they were talking like this in the middle of a high-class restaurant. I squirmed in my seat. My red undies were damp between my legs.
That’s how our evening went. We had a very nice dinner, although to be honest I don’t remember much about what we ate because I was so distracted by the conversation.

Both my mom and Carla continued talking dirty, telling me and my sister about the porno movies they’d watched together and describing to us in detail the different ways they made love, using language I’m sure would have shocked anyone else in the restaurant. As I listened, I kept squeezing my legs together, making my pussy tingle. I really wanted to come.

Eventually we finished eating, and then the women had coffee. It seemed like it was taking forever. I was eager to go, wanting to get to Carla’s place so Kate and I could watch them having sex, and so we could kiss each other and masturbate and look at lesbian porn and do as much with them as they would let us do — which I hoped would be a lot.

At last we got the check. They argued over who would pay, and my mom finally won. Carla said the next time it would be on her.

We followed in our car behind Carla’s, soon pulling into a place that had a gate with an attendant. We drove in and parked, then walked with her to her door. She lived in a two-story townhouse. It was really nice inside, with lots of expensive-looking furniture, the kind they sold at the store where she worked.

I soon learned why she had so much fancy stuff, and such beautiful clothes too. She served us drinks (Cokes again for me and Kate, but brandy this time for her and my mom), and then began to talk.

“Oscar is really good to me,” Carla said, as she waved her hand around. “I could never afford all this otherwise. He’s a very nice man, attractive. I enjoy his company, and his wife is a doll. ”

She swirled the brandy in the glass, took a drink, and chuckled, “Her name is Regina. What an amazing body she has. Totally hot. She’s not much older than I am, even though Oscar’s almost 60.”

Once more I could hardly believe what I was hearing. Was this woman really saying that she was being kept in this luxurious apartment by a man so he could have sex with her whenever he wanted? And that his wife was part of it too? Yes, that is what she was saying.

“I don’t really see him that often. Maybe four or five times a year. Mostly they stay in London. That’s where his business is primarily.”

It turned out that Oscar Grayson owned the furniture store. He had several other stores like it in England and in Europe, with a few in the US.

“About half the time when he comes to visit, he brings someone else. Not Regina, I mean, but another woman. Although sometimes it’s Regina and another woman. Or two or three other women.” She giggled and took another big drink of her brandy.

“But enough about me. You want to watch a movie?”

We went upstairs to Carla’s bedroom. The room was large, filled with more elegant-looking furniture and a king-sized bed. Mounted on one wall, facing the bed, was a huge video screen.

Next to the screen was a cabinet made of dark wood. Carla opened it and inside we could see hundreds of DVDs, along with some old-fashioned videotapes too. On a shelf beside them stood several vibrators and/or dildos in different sizes and shapes and colors. Some of them even looked like real penises!

She began pulling out DVDs, scanning the covers. “When it’s just me, I sometimes look at straight porn, you know, with men in it. But your mom prefers lesbian stuff, and I like that a lot too.”

She turned to me and Kate. “How about you girls? Would you prefer straight or gay?”

We both hesitated, and then I said, “I… I really don’t want to see any men.”

“Me either,” Kate seconded, wrinkling her nose. “Gross.”

Carla chuckled, “Okay, I can see I’ve got a houseful of lesbians tonight. This should be fun.”

Returning her attention to the selection of movies, she chose one, then opened a DVD player on an adjacent shelf and put the DVD inside. I couldn’t see any wires running to the screen, so I guessed they must have been hidden inside the wall or something.

“And let me get ol’ Mr. Trusty here.” She took out a long white plastic thing, a vibrator, I assumed. It was shaped like a missile.

“That’s like the one Elaine has,” I said, before realizing my mistake.

“Elaine who?” asked Kate.

“Wait, you didn’t tell me about that,” said my mother.

“Who’s Elaine?” Kate asked again.

“Um, she, that’s Ms. Gallagher, who I babysit for. I was at at her house, and I, um, well, I found something like that.” I pointed to the vibrator.

“Why didn’t you tell me you found it? Did you use it?” asked my mom.

“No, I, no, of course I didn’t use it. I wasn’t even sure what it was. But I, I’m sorry, Mom, I guess I just forgot. I was so upset about everything else and…” My voice started to catch. I took a deep breath. I certainly didn’t want to start crying now!

My mother put an arm around my shoulder. She kissed my forehead. “Honey, it’s all right, I understand. I wish you’d told me then, but I can see how you might not have. Anyway, that’s all done. We don’t have to talk about it now. Okay?”

“Okay,” I nodded, trying to smile.

I glanced at Kate. She was watching me and frowning. I shrugged, rolling my eyes. Even though my sister was two years younger than me, she almost never cried. I did, a lot more often than I wanted to.

“Family drama,” smiled Carla.

“Yes,” Mommy grinned at her, “these are just little girls, remember. They’re very sexy little girls, extremely sexy, but they’re still children, and occasionally they show it.”

“I remember being a little girl,” said Carla, as she sat down on the bed. “It was hard. How old are you, Julie?”

“Um, 12.”

“Yeah, that’s a tough age. Everything’s so confusing. Kate, how old are you?”

“I’m 10, almost 11.”

“Wow, only 10 years old. And yet your mom already lets you watch porn and masturbates with you and all that. You guys are really lucky. My mother never did any of those things with me. No way. ”

I started feeling better, recalling how lucky we were, as Carla had said. And when I looked at her and realized that very soon I would be seeing her naked in bed, making love with my mom, I began to get excited again.

“What movie did you pick?” I asked.

“Oh, it’s called French Kiss.” She got up and went to the cabinet, taking out the DVD case and handing it to me.

“Before the movie starts, I think we should begin by taking off each other’s clothes, one at a time, very slowly,” my mother proposed.

“Ooh, that sounds nice,” said Carla. “Who gets to be first?”

Mommy smiled, “Let’s go in order of age, from oldest to youngest, okay? I’ll be the first victim.”

“And all —” I cleared my throat. “And all three of us can take your clothes off?”

“Uh-huh, but very slowly.”

“And then, and then rest of us too?” I shivered with arousal as I imagined what it would be like to have six female hands on me at once, peeling away my clothing. Not that I was wearing much, but the idea was just so provocative.

“Yes, of course, all of us,” my mother replied. “But one at a time, and slowly.”

Mommy sat on the bed, and then looked at Kate, holding out her hand. “Come here, little one.”

Kate went to her.

“Get down on your knees in front of me, darling.”

Kate did as she was told.

“Now put your hands on my knees, and slowly push them apart.” Mommy was sitting with her legs together. Her black leather skirt came to about mid-thigh. She was still wearing the leather jacket over the bustier.

Kate laid her hands on our mother’s knees. I could see that she was trembling a little bit. She licked her lips as she began to push Mommy’s legs open.

“Tell the others what you see.”

“Um, your legs, and your, your pretty stockings, and, um, your garters, I guess…”

“That’s right.”

“And your, um, your undies.”

Kate had pushed our mother’s knees wide apart by this time, far enough that her short skirt had hiked up. We could see the tops of her black stockings and the garter straps attached to them.

“Do you like what you’re looking at, Katie?” Mommy asked quietly.

“Yeah.”

“Would you like to see more? Do you want to see me naked?”

“Uh-huh.”

“Good.” Then she turned to me. “Julie, honey, come down here by your sister.”

“Okay.” I knelt on the floor beside Kate, between our mother’s spread legs.

“And Carla, maybe you should get up on the bed behind me, so you can take off my jacket.”

“Gladly.” The sexy brunette stepped out of her shoes and crawled onto the bed, coming up behind my mother and resting her hands on her shoulders. Mommy turned to look at her and they kissed, once, twice.

This was the first time I had seen them kissing, except for pecks on the cheek. It was so hot, so erotic — better, I realized, than porn ever could be. To see a beautiful woman sensually kissing my mother, who was also a beautiful woman, and to be able to see it in person, so close that if I wanted to I could go up and start kissing them too, that was almost the ultimate. Almost.

They finished kissing, and Mommy turned back to us. She smiled warmly, and I could feel how much she loved both of us, not to mention how much she wanted us. She said, “All right, girls, now I want each of you to take off one shoe, and then maybe you could massage my feet a little bit and kiss them, okay?”

Kate and I grinned at each other. It was amusing how much our mother liked to be in charge, giving directions. We didn’t mind, though, because of what we were doing!

We each removed one of her seductive high-heeled black pumps and set them aside, then took her feet in our hands and gently massaged them. They were warm and smelled slightly of leather from the shoes. I kissed Mommy’s toes through her stockings one by one.

“Mmm, that’s nice. Carla, you can start taking off my jacket now.”

I looked up and watched as the woman slowly peeled the jacket away from my mother’s bare shoulders and down her arms. When it was off, Mommy got to her feet. “Katie girl, unzip my skirt.”

“Okay.”

The skirt had a zipper on the side. First Kate had to open a snap, then pull down the zipper. I helped her slide the skirt down our mother’s legs and off.

Mommy sat on the bed again. She took a deep breath and slowly let it out. “Now, my darling daughters, I want you to take off my stockings. Can you get the garters unhooked?”

“Uh-huh,” we both nodded eagerly.

I had never actually done that, but I was happy to give it a try. It took me a few seconds to figure out, but then I got it. Kate managed her side at about the same speed as me.

“And you can take the stockings off too.” Mommy was almost whispering. “Let’s do one leg at time. But both girls on each stocking, okay?”

After nodding to her, we glanced at each other, silently deciding to start with the right leg, the one nearest Kate. Placing our hands on our mother’s thigh, we slipped our fingers inside the top of the nylon. Her skin was warm and lightly fragrant. We began to slowly peel the stocking down her leg.

With one leg done, we stopped. Everyone was still for a few moments as Kate and I sat and stared at our mommy’s beautiful legs, one now white and bare, the other encased in a sheer black stocking. Looking at her that way made my nipples hard.

We moved to the other leg, again feeling the warmth of her skin and inhaling her delicate fragrance. I loved being so close to her this way, so intimate, so involved.

When the second stocking was off, our mother said, “Thank you, my darlings. Do you like my legs?”

She opened them wide for us, slowly drawing her hands up the insides of her thighs.

“Yeah,” we nodded. I glanced over at my sister and saw that she had a hand between her own legs now, under her skirt, pressing in on her pussy.

“Good. I like yours too, very much. In a few minutes, I’m going to look at them very closely, just like you have been looking at mine. But we still have to finish getting me naked, and then Carla after me.”

As Mommy said that, Carla bent down and kissed her neck, sighing with passion. It was apparent that she was becoming as aroused by our mother’s sexual choreography as we were.

“Get up on the bed now,” Mommy told us. “You can help Carla take off my top.”

We moved behind her. The lacy black bustier was fastened in the back with hooks and eyes. Kate and I watched as Carla slowly undid them. I laid my hand on my mommy’s shoulder, feeling the softness and warmth of her skin. I closed my eyes and kissed her there.

When the bustier was open, we looked at her back. Carla put her hands on Mommy’s shoulder blades and slowly drew them down. Our mother has a long, beautiful back. Her whole body is beautiful. We are so lucky.

My sister and I shifted on the bed so we could see her front. We wanted to watch as Mommy let the bustier down. She was still holding it in place with her hands, covering her bosom.

She smiled at us, giving each of us a light kiss on the lips. Then she allowed the black lace fabric to gently fall away, revealing her breasts…

I had seen my mother topless many times before, of course, but something about the way she did it this time, the way she showed herself to us, took my breath away. I couldn’t stop staring at her, at the round white fullness of her breasts, the puckered areola, and her long, brown erect nipples. I was entranced.

“You’re getting it, aren’t you, Julie?” my mother said. “The joy of looking. Everything else is wonderful too, of course, all that delicious touching and kissing and licking, I love it, every bit of it… but there’s something so special, so magical, such a perfect joy in simply looking.”

“Uh-huh,” I nodded, wishing I could think of words that would say what I was feeling, how truly happy I was at that moment. But she had already said it. The joy of looking.

I felt tears come to my eyes as I realized what our mother was doing for us, for me and for Kate, and what I was certain she soon would do for Molly as well. She was guiding us, leading us, showing us the way, taking us to new places, to soaring heights we could never imagine reaching, and she was doing it all with such unbridled love for us.

I wrapped my arms around her neck, kissing her cheek, hugging her. “Mommy, I love you so much.”

She pulled me close, kissing me and cooing, “My darling, darling girl, my sweet little angel.”

Then I felt Kate’s arms around mine. She was hugging Mommy too, and kissing her.

“Hey, wait, don’t I get some of this?” Carla joined the hugfest from behind, and that made us all laugh.

We hugged and kissed and giggled and I felt the mood in the room subtly shifting again from spiritual and sublime to carnal and erotic. I didn’t mind, I loved it all.

“Okay,” our mom said, “I still have to get these undies off. Is anyone going to help me?”

“I will!” we all said at once, to more gleeful giggling.

As Mommy leaned back on her elbows, Carla and my sister and I gathered around her waist, slipping our fingers inside the top of her black hipster panties and slowly beginning to tug them down. Her trimmed pubic hair came into view, then her mound, her pussy lips, and soon her whole crotch. We slid the panties down her long legs and off.

Next to me, Carla murmured, “I like doing it this way, little by little, one person at a time, I mean. It’s hot.”

“I know,” I agreed. “My mom is really smart.”

She was really smart and now she was naked too. The first one, but not the last. It was Carla’s turn next.

Continue on to Chapter 47

The Joy of Looking, Chapter 45

  • Posted on May 9, 2015 at 3:37 pm

By Naughty Mommy

The following week, on Friday night, I received another babysitting assignment at Elaine’s house. Unfortunately that meant a lost opportunity to watch porn with my mom and my sister, as we’d done the previous Friday. But maybe the next night we would.

Anyway, I was dropped off at their house at 7:15, got the kids in bed at 8:00 with no trouble, and then sat on the couch and tried to think of what to do. I’d pretty much decided in advance that more snooping was out. It felt so awful when I confessed about it to my mother, I really didn’t want to go through that again. So, it was boring TV, or reading a book, or… in the back of my mind, I had another plan.

I went to my backpack and got out my secret notebook, the one I never let anyone see. Inside was a very important phone number: Madison’s phone number. I’d looked it up one time, not long after my first thrilling conversation with her, and had kept it ever since but never used it. I was both terrified and exhilarated about calling her. How would she react? Would she be as excited as I was?

There was only one way to find out. My pulse racing, I walked slowly to the telephone and punched in the number.

A deep male voice, probably her father, answered the phone. “Hello?”

“Um, hello, could I, um, is, is Madison there?”

“May I ask who’s calling?”

“Yeah, it’s — oh, sorry, yes, it’s um, it’s Julie, from school.”

“One moment please” — and then a muffled call — “Madison, it’s for you, a Julie from your school.”

A few seconds of silence, and then her voice. “Who? I don’t know anyone named… oh, wait, I think I know who it is…”

“Don’t forget, we have to leave soon.”

Still muffled, “I know, Dad, it won’t take long.”

I was beginning to think this was a very bad idea.

“Hello?”

“Hi, um, Madison?”

“Yes, is this Julie?”

“Uh-huh.”

“Hello, Julie, how are you?”

“Fine, I guess. Uh, how are you?”

“Good, very good, thank you. Was there something you needed?”

My heart sank. “No, um, well, I was just babysitting, and so I thought I’d call you, and, you know, just, like, say hi.” I sounded like an idiot.

“Oh, well, thanks for calling, Julie. But I’m kind of busy right now. Is there anything important?”

“No, um, not at all. I just… um…”

“Okay, so, listen, I really have to go. But thanks for calling. I’ll see you at school , all right?”

“Um, sure. Okay, goodnight.”

“Bye.”

I hung up the phone, disgusted and demoralized. Crushed. Deflated. Humiliated. Pick any depressing word, that’s exactly how I felt, only worse. Sighing, I went to the kitchen. It was definitely time for a stolen candy bar.

As I sat and chewed distractedly on a Three Musketeers, I fumed at her.

How could she do this to me?! After I’d spent all those nights in my bed picturing her naked, imagining us kissing, fantasizing about her as I masturbated. Didn’t she even realize what she meant to me?

No, of course she didn’t. Madison had her own life and her own interests that obviously didn’t include me… interests that no doubt did include boys — yuck!

What did I expect, that she would come running to the phone, breathlessly panting, ‘Oh Julie, I’ve been waiting for you to call!’ Well, yes, that was what I expected, or at least that’s what I’d been hoping for.

As I thought about it, I realized how pathetic I would seem to someone else. I was acting just like everyone said a dumb teenage girl would act — and I wasn’t even a teenager yet!

So, I decided that from then on, Madison would play a much less important role in my nightly fantasies. And I was right, she did. Luckily, however, there were plenty of other girls — both fantasized and real — to replace her in my life.

* * *

To make matters even more aggravating, we didn’t get to watch porn the next night either, because Elaine asked me to babysit again. She called our house early Saturday afternoon, saying she had just heard from an old boyfriend who was in town, and was I available on short notice? I told her I was (while privately rolling my eyes), and so that night at 6:30, my mom dropped me off.

Nothing eventful happened. I didn’t snoop, and I definitely didn’t try to call Madison again. At 1:15 AM, Elaine came back from her date with her old boyfriend. She was in a really good mood and gave me $100 this time. I tried to tell her that was too much, but she insisted I take it, so I did.

On the way home in the car with my mom, I said, “There’s something I don’t understand. How come Elaine Gallagher goes on dates with men, but she only watches, like, lesbian porn? I don’t get that.”

My mother laughed. “That’s not unusual, honey. It doesn’t mean she’s a lesbian in the closet or anything, although she certainly could be bisexual. But there are a lot of straight women who enjoy looking at things like that. It’s very common.”

“Wow. That’s weird.”

“Well, the world is a strange place, darling.” She patted my leg. “And people are among the strangest things in it.”

Kate was asleep when we got home, and Molly was too, of course. It was very late, so I didn’t even try asking my mom if we could watch one of her movies together, although I really wanted to. But she must have sensed what I was thinking (she was good at that), because as she was giving me a goodnight kiss, she said, “I know you’re really eager to have some more fun, sweetheart, and I am too. In fact, I’m working on something special for the three of us, you and me and Kate. Hopefully it will happen next weekend.”

“What is it?”

“Something special, that’s all I’ll say for now.” She smiled and kissed me again. “Now you get some sleep, okay? Goodnight, lover.”

* * *

Elaine called on Tuesday around dinner time, asking if I could sit for her again on Friday night. I said I would, but before I hung up, my mother asked to speak with her.

“Hello, Elaine? Hi, this is Suzanne… oh, I’m glad to hear that… well, we think she’s pretty wonderful too…” she winked at me “…I just wanted to let you know that Julie won’t be available on Saturday this week, in case you wanted her then… yes, we’ve made some plans… all right…” she laughed then “…I’ll be sure and tell her… okay, we will… take care, bye.”

So, that’s where I spent my Friday evening, with the Gallagher brats (no, they weren’t really brats, but you know what I mean). It was boring again, as usual, although I certainly did enjoy making so much money. Elaine gave me $80 this time.

I was starting to wonder what I should do with all the cash I was accumulating. Should I put some of it in savings, like for college or whatever? Or should I blow it on a wildly extravagant purchase? It was interesting to think about. And the other thing to think about was what the plans might be that my mom had made for Saturday. She’d mentioned before that it would be something special. What could it be??

Fortunately I didn’t have to wait very long to find out.

At lunch on Saturday, Mommy told us that a babysitter was coming over to stay with Molly that night. She was taking me and Kate out to dinner, and some other things too.

“Next weekend, Molly, you and I will have some special time together, okay? Just the two of us. Maybe if the weather’s good, we can go horseback riding. Would you like that?”

“Oh, Mommy, could we?” Molly jumped and down.

Our mother laughed. “Sure we can, sweetie, if it’s nice enough.”

We spent most of the day doing chores and reading. It was kind of cold and gray outside. That didn’t stop Kate from going for a long run in the afternoon, though, around the neighborhood. She was working extra hard to stay in shape for basketball. My mom jogged along with her for a while, but then she had to quit, saying she couldn’t keep up.

After Kate got back, she took a shower. When she came downstairs, her hair still wet, Mommy took the two of us aside. It was a little after 4:00 then. The sitter was due in about a half hour.

“So, listen, girls,” she said, “I’ve made some, uh, some special arrangements for later on tonight.”

My sister and I smiled at each other. We had a pretty good idea what our mother meant when she said ‘arrangements’.

“I’d like you to think about wearing something a little provocative, okay? Some clothes, or undies, even, that will make you look and feel like a super sexy young girl. That’s what you both are, of course, and tonight I want to show you off.”

“Wow, Mom,” said Kate, looking at her in awe.

“Could I — is it all right if I wear those really high heels you got me?” I asked.

“Yes, it’s all right. I’d like that. Along with a very short skirt or dress, of course.”

“Wow,” Kate said again.

Then she turned to me, a big grin spreading across her face. “Pink and white tonight?”

I nodded. “Yep, I think it’s time.”

We giggled and ran upstairs to change, holding hands. My sister meant that she was planning to wear the pink and white striped panties and bra that she’d picked out as a birthday gift but had been saving for a special occasion. And I was looking forward to wearing the sexy stiletto heels I’d only worn out of the house once before, on my 12th birthday.

At 4:30, the doorbell rang and Molly ran to answer it. It was Danni! Molly jumped into her arms, squeezing her tightly. As I watched the cute babysitter hugging and kissing my sister, I shook my head and smiled. That certainly wasn’t how I treated Justin and Britney. Very interesting.

Danni set Molly down and complimented me on my appearance. “God, Julie, you look totally hot!”

“Thanks,” I said, turning around slowly so she could see me better.

I’d deliberated over what to wear along with my heels. I thought about a dress but finally settled on a tiny little black knit skirt that clung to me. It was so short I decided I had to wear panties, so I put on the red undies I’d worn when I talked with my mom about finding porn. She seemed to like them. On top I was wearing a tight, thin, red v-neck sweater, with no bra. My nipples were clearly evident. Cinching my waist was a wide black patent leather belt.

In my room, after getting dressed, I’d studied my reflection in the mirror. I looked like a hooker, I thought, a very young hooker. But that was basically the effect my mom had asked for, wasn’t it? I grinned at myself and shrugged, then toddled downstairs on the heels. I still wasn’t very good at walking in them, but I figured I just needed practice.

Kate was in a skirt too, a little denim skirt that came to about mid-thigh and showed off her long slim legs. She didn’t wear skirts or dresses as often as I did, usually opting for jeans or shorts. She also had on a long-sleeved white shirt, untucked, with the cuffs rolled to her elbows. It was unbuttoned as far down as it could go without quite revealing the pretty bra I knew was underneath. My sister didn’t have any high heels yet, but she did have those cute little ankle boots, and that’s what she was wearing. The whole outfit was perfect. She looked so sexy and adorable.

Our mother hadn’t come down yet. Kate and I sat in the family room with Danni and waited. Molly was on Danni’s lap, one arm around her neck. The teenager winked at us and said, “Happy New Year, you guys.” We blushed and giggled.

When Mommy came out of her room and walked downstairs, we all just stared. She was wearing a low-cut black bustier (I didn’t know the word at the time, but later she told me that’s what it was) under a black leather jacket along with a black leather mini-skirt and sheer black stockings. On her feet were extremely high-heeled black pumps. Talk about looking like a hooker!

“Wow,” Kate breathed.

Molly jumped off Danni and ran over to give our mother a hug. “Mommy, you look great!”

We all admired each other for a minute or two, and then got ready to leave.

My mom gave Molly a big hug and kiss, and then she gave Danni a peck on the lips, saying, “All right, you have my cell phone, and don’t hesitate to use it if you need to. I’ll call you later tonight to make sure everything is okay. See you tomorrow.”

Tomorrow? What could she possibly mean by that? But then we were out the door and on our way.

In the car, Kate asked, “Where are we going, Mom?”

“To the mall, first.”

“To the mall?” I asked, but got no response from my mother except a coy smile.

As we entered the mall, she stopped us for a moment. “All right, now, Katie, here’s what we’re going to do. We’re going to walk around for a while, and I want you to tell me if you see any hot-looking girls or women that you’d like to see me with. You know, the kind you’d especially like me to bring home to play our game. Okay?”

My sister’s eyes were wide. She didn’t say anything.

“Julie and I have done this before. It’s fun, you’ll see.” Mommy gave her a kiss on the cheek. Kate smiled.

I looked around and I noticed that some of the other shoppers were glancing at us, a few of them outright staring. I realized then how we must appear: a 12-year-old girl in a tiny skirt and stiletto heels, an even younger girl also wearing a mini-skirt, and the woman with them dressed like a streetwalker. No wonder people were gawking.

It made me self-conscious at first, a little embarrassed, but as we started walking I took a deep breath and tried to analyze how I was feeling.

I was pretty sure Kate wasn’t worrying much about what others thought. She’d always been more confident than I was, more self-assured. And my mom wasn’t likely to be concerned with it either. To her, the most important thing was not what you looked like, but what kind of person you were inside. And she was, without doubt, the best person I knew, the best person I could ever imagine knowing.

My sister and I were pretty good people too, I decided, for kids anyway. So what if anyone thought we looked odd or that we were dressed improperly for the mall. Who cares what they think! We can dress however we want, and if we feel like being sexy, if we enjoy showing off our bodies, then we will. Especially since we were all looking forward to the ‘special arrangements’ my mother had made for later that night, whatever they turned out to be.

I held my braless chest out and strutted proudly.

For the next hour or so, we strolled through the mall looking at all the pretty girls, Kate and I pointing out the ones we thought were the hottest. Mommy especially liked it when we told her what we would want to watch her doing with the women and girls we saw. She gets really turned on when her daughters talk dirty.

“Look over there,” I said at one point, touching my mother’s arm. “See that girl, the one with the pigtails? She’s cute, isn’t she? And just look at her little legs. Why don’t you go over there right now and slide your hands up under her skirt and squeeze her bottom.”

“Ooh, yes, that is nice,” she responded. We were in a bookstore, the three of us standing close together, with no one else near enough to hear what we were saying. The freckled young redhead we were ogling was about 7 or 8 years old.

“I’ll bet she’d really like that,” I continued. “I’ll bet she’s just waiting for a hot grownup woman to touch her and get her excited, making her pussy wet.”

“God, Julie,” Kate whispered. “You’re just… god, Julie…”

“And see that lady over there?” I added. “The one looking at the cookbooks? I think she’s the little girl’s mommy. They were talking earlier. Wouldn’t you like to see them touching and kissing each other? The way you do with me and Kate?”

“Mmm,” my mom said, “if you keep this up for much longer, I might just start grabbing you two, taking off all your clothes and kissing you, right here in the middle of the store.”

“Oh, man,” Kate moaned, sounding very aroused. I looked and her and saw that her face was flushed. She wasn’t used to hearing our mother talk that way in public.

A little while later, we came to the Victoria’s Secret store. Melissa noticed us as soon as we entered and hurried over. “Hi, you guys! Wow, you look fantastic!”

She kissed Mommy and me on the cheek and then winked at my sister. “Hi, Kate!”

“Um, hi.”

Kate was looking at Melissa wide-eyed. This was the first time she’d seen her after learning about some of the things the girl had done with our mother while I watched them.

“What are you guys up to today?” Melissa smiled.

I volunteered, “We’re just walking around the mall, looking for hot girls.”

“You are?”

“Uh-huh,” I nodded. “Just like me and my mom were doing the night we came in here to see you and Tracy, and then, and then all that other stuff we did.”

“Speaking of Tracy…” Melissa looked around the store and finally spotted her friend, waving to her and calling her over. It was February now, and they weren’t nearly as busy as they had been at Christmas.

“Hey!” Tracy called as she approached. She was in a tight-fitting knit dress, dark gray. The dress was very short, showing off her pretty legs, and had long sleeves pushed up to her elbows.

“You’ll never guess what they’re doing today,” Melissa said to her.

“Checking out the chicks?” Tracy grinned.

“That’s right,” I giggled.

“Tracy, I don’t think you’ve met Kate,” Mommy said. “She’s my second youngest daughter. Kate, this is Tracy.”

“Hi, Kate. Nice to meet you!” The sexy blonde held out her hand and my sister took it.

“She’s so cute,” Melissa said. “Do you remember when you were in here on your birthday, Kate, and I helped you try on some things?”

“Uh-huh,” Kate answered shyly. It was amusing to see her this way, her usual cockiness nowhere to be found. But then she said, “I’m, uh, I’m wearing some of it now. I mean, um, you know, the pink and white panties and bra that I got.”

“You are? Ooh…” Melissa looked her up and down, obviously trying to imagine her in her underthings. Kate blushed with the attention, but she smiled too.

My mother looked at her watch. “We can’t stay long. I just wanted to stop in and say hello. And have you meet Kate.”

“I’m glad you did,” Tracy smiled. “I’m happy I got to meet her.”

Melissa said, “It’s great to see all of you. Maybe we can… get together some time.”

“Yes, that would be nice,” said my mom. “I’d like that very much. I’ll call you, okay?”

She kissed both girls on the cheek, they kissed her the same way, and then we left. When I glanced back in through the window, Melissa waved sweetly to me and blew me a kiss.

“I really like Melissa,” I said, to no one in particular.

“I do too,” my mom replied, squeezing my hand.

A short walk took us into another corridor of the mall, and there we arrived at Grayson’s, a classy upscale furniture store. This was where Mommy and I had briefly spoken with a gorgeous brunette named Carla on that memorable night a few months earlier. As soon as we came around the corner and saw the store, I started thinking about her again — and a moment later, there she was, standing right in front of me!

“Good evening.” She smiled warmly at us and took my mother’s hand. They exchanged kisses on the cheek.

I stared at Carla, admiring her exotic almond-shaped eyes, her wide mouth with ruby red lipstick, and her delicate pale skin. Then I looked at the rest of her. She was wearing a knee-length pencil skirt, deep brown, with matching pumps and dark nylons. Her creamy satin blouse had french cuffs and was unbuttoned low enough to show some cleavage.

My mom introduced Kate to Carla, and they shook hands. Then Carla said, “I’m all set. Let me just get my things.”

She walked toward the back of the store, her hips swaying in the tight skirt. My pussy tingled as I imagined seeing her naked with my mother later on that night. That’s what I hoped would happen, anyway.

Continue on to Chapter 46

The Joy of Looking, Chapter 44

  • Posted on May 9, 2015 at 3:22 pm

By Naughty Mommy

“I found porn.”

“You found porn in, uh, in Elaine’s bedroom?” my mother asked.

“Uh-huh.”

We were sitting in my mom’s bed, side by side. It was late on a Sunday night. I was telling her what I’d discovered while snooping around during a babysitting job.

“What kind of porn was it?”

“Um, it was a bunch of DVDs,” I told her. “You know, movies, I guess. Porno movies. There were a lot of them, a whole lot.”

“Okay, well, that’s not really very unusual. Plenty of people have pornography in their homes. Probably a lot more people than you would expect.”

“Yeah, but, um, the movies she has, all of them are, like, lesbian and stuff. No men at all, just girls.”

“Hm, that’s interesting. So, did you…watch any of them?”

“Uh-uh,” I shook my head. “I kind of wanted to, but I was scared. You know, afraid I might get caught or something.”

My mother nodded, patting my knee. “That’s good. I mean, it’s good that you decided against watching them. You could have gotten in real trouble if someone had found you that way.”

“I know. That’s why I didn’t.”

We were both quiet for a minute after that. I fidgeted a little, thinking that there was something else I wanted to ask but not sure what it was.

Then it came to me. “Do you, um, I mean, have you ever watched anything like that, Mommy?”

“Well, yes,” she smiled, “yes, I have.”

“Did you like it?”

“Sure.”

“What kind did you watch?”

“Oh, um, you know, lesbians, girls together.”

I was starting to get excited as I thought about my mother watching lesbian pornography and masturbating. I placed my hand on her leg. Her babydoll nightie was very short, leaving most of her thigh exposed. Her skin was soft and smooth. I gently caressed her.

My mom took a slow, deep breath as she observed my hand stroking her leg. It seemed to me that she might be trembling a bit. I glanced at her chest. The little red nightie was completely sheer, and I could see her erect nipples poking out, inviting me to touch them.

I looked at her mouth, at her moist lips. Just as I was getting ready to kiss her, she said, “But now it really is getting late, honey. You need to go to bed.”

I ignored her. I put my hand on her chin and turned her face toward mine. We kissed.

She kissed me as she had before, deeply and wetly, pressing her tongue into my mouth. It felt so nice. I moaned and reached for her breasts, fondling her stiff nipples through the nightie.

After a long, arousing kiss, she began to pull away. A strand of saliva stretched from my mouth to hers. She looked into my eyes. Then suddenly she pulled me close to her again, kissing me even harder, crushing my lips, shoving her tongue almost down my throat.

She rolled me over on the bed, mounting me. Her arms were around me, squeezing me, taking my breath away, her mouth devouring mine. My mother humped herself against me, rubbing her pussy through her little panties into my crotch. She kept humping me, harder and faster, until I thought she might come.

Then she began to slow down. She lifted her mouth away from mine, gradually easing her movements. I didn’t think she’d climaxed yet, in fact I was sure she hadn’t. But apparently she’d changed her mind about what she was doing.

She became still and looked into my eyes. “I want you so much,” she whispered.

“I know, Mommy, and —”

“But I think we need to wait.”

“Why?”

“I, I don’t know why.” She gently shook her head. “It’s just, I’m not ready yet. Be patient with me if you can, okay?”

“Of course, but —”

“Come on, now,” she began to sit up. “Time for you to go to sleep.”

Again I disobeyed. I remained lying on my back in her bed, looking up at her.

“Mommy, do you have, um, any porn like that?”

She frowned, apparently surprised by my question. But she answered, “Yes…”

“Could I, could I watch it with you sometime?”

That made her chuckle. She smiled and said, “Well, I’ll think about it. I’m not sure you’re old enough for that yet, but we’ll see.”

“Please?”

“I said we’ll see. Now come on, get up. I’m not kidding any more.”

“Okay.”

I left her room after a nice goodnight kiss and went back to my own. There I masturbated for another half hour, finishing with a strong, satisfying orgasm, and soon fell fast asleep.

* * *

During the week, whenever I got the chance, I reminded my mom about my request to watch pornography with her. She was noncommittal, but assured me that she was thinking about it.

I didn’t say anything right away to Kate about what I’d found in Elaine’s bedroom. I’m not sure why, but maybe it was because I was ashamed of my snooping. My sister had such a high opinion of me, I didn’t want to disappoint her.

When Friday came, Mommy made a nice dinner for us, broiled fish and baked potatoes and green peas. Kate and I cleaned up the dishes, and then we all watched TV together for a while. Shortly after 9:00, my mom told Molly it was time for her to go to bed. I was surprised, because that was about a half hour earlier than her usual weekend bedtime. But Molly didn’t complain.

Kate asked if I wanted to play Zelda with her. I said I did, so we turned off the TV and started the video game. We got involved in the action and I didn’t realize how much time was passing.

When the door to Molly’s room opened, I glanced up at the clock and saw that it was almost 10:00. My mom had been in there for a long time. I watched her as she came out. She seemed to hesitate, then slowly began walking downstairs. I’d stopped playing the game, and when Kate noticed that, she did too. We waited until our mother was standing next to the sofa.

Her dark red blouse was halfway open, a lacy black bra visible inside. I saw that her face was flushed and she seemed to be breathing a little harder than usual. She looked at us for a moment, then held out her hand and said, “It’s movie night, girls. Come on.”

“Movie night?” asked Kate.

Mommy just nodded and took her by the hand, gently pulling her up. I took Kate’s controller from her and set both controllers on the coffee table, then quickly turned off the game and got up. I followed them up the stairs.

“What do you mean, movie night?” Kate asked again, but got no answer.

We stepped inside our mother’s room and she shut the door behind us.

“Sit down on the bed, girls,” she said. “Julie, why don’t you tell your sister what movie night means.”

I swallowed. “Um, I, I think it means we’re gonna watch some, uh… that she’s gonna let us look at porn with her.”

“Porn?” Kate asked, wide-eyed.

“That’s right,” Mommy confirmed. She was standing at her dresser, opening a drawer. With her back to us, she said, “Get in bed now, and take off all your clothes.”

“Oh, man, porn!” Kate giggled, as she quickly began getting undressed.

I sat on the bed and took off my socks, then stood up and pulled down my jeans and panties. I took off my sweater and my bra, leaving everything on the floor, and got in bed beside my sister.

Our mother came over to us. She was still dressed, although her blouse was open more than halfway down. In her hands she was holding some DVDs.

“I’m going to give you your choice,” she said. “You pick whichever one you want and we’ll watch it.”

She set them on the bed in front of us, then finished unbuttoning her blouse and removed it.

Kate and I stared at the DVDs. There were three. One was called Pussy Cats, the second was Pink Velvet, and the third was Three Girlfriends.

“Oh my god,” Kate breathed. “Are we really gonna watch all these?”

Mommy chuckled as she unhooked the front closure of her bra and took it off. “Probably not all three tonight. Just choose one and we’ll start with that.”

My sister picked up the DVD called Pink Velvet, turning it over to look at the back, then holding it close, examining the pictures. I did the same with the one called Three Girlfriends. I could barely believe our mom was actually going to let us watch something like this. And watch it with us too!

Walking to the closet, Mommy unzipped her skirt and stepped out of it. She hung up her blouse and skirt, then slipped out of her panties, dropped the panties and bra in a hamper, and returned to the bed, naked.

“Which one do you want to watch?” she asked.

“All of ‘em,” Kate giggled. She was looking at Pussy Cats now.

“Um, which one do you like best?” I asked my mom.

“Hm, it’s hard to say. They’re all very good. But I think Three Girlfriends might be my favorite.”

“Okay, then I think we should watch that one.”

“What do you think, Kate?” Mommy asked.

“Sure, that’s fine. Any of ‘em, all of ‘em!” she laughed, her face aglow.

“All right, we’ll start with that one.”

Our mother got out her laptop. Hers was a top of the line model, of course, with a big 17 inch screen. She plugged in the power cord so we wouldn’t have to worry about the battery, then got in bed with us, asking me to move so she could sit in the middle.

There was only one light on in the room, a lamp on the table next to Kate. After inserting the DVD and starting it up, Mommy told Kate to turn off the lamp, and we settled in together to watch.

The movie began with these three really cute girls, apparently about high school age, getting their hair done and stuff and then shopping for clothes. It was fun to see, but it made me wonder when it would to turn into porn. After about ten minutes, though, they went to a hotel room together and then they started kissing, and wow!

We didn’t say anything for a while as we watched. Mommy had sort of a little tray that she’d set on the bed to hold the laptop. That left her hands free, and soon after the kissing began, I noticed that she was rubbing herself. I looked over at Kate and saw that she was too.

I was still so blown away by the whole idea of what we were doing that I hadn’t even thought of masturbating yet (that may sound dumb, but oh well). When the cute girls started taking off their clothes, however, and touching each other’s breasts, and when I saw the way they constantly kept kissing each other as if they were so excited they couldn’t help it, and then when I heard my mom and Kate moaning like they were getting really turned on, I suddenly realized that my pussy was dripping wet. I mean, literally dripping.

I must have been squeezing my thighs together the whole time without thinking about it. Because as soon as I spread my legs and put my hands down there and started touching myself, I knew I could come pretty quickly. I was so wet and slippery, and it felt so hot inside my pussy, and it was so easy to rub my clit and make myself feel good. I watched the girls in the movie touching and kissing each other, and I rubbed my hard clit faster and faster, feeling that wonderful swirling heat in my center.

A moment later I heard Kate kind of whimpering like she was almost ready to come, and then my mom said, “Do you like it, Julie? Is this what you wanted to see?”

Her hand was moving fast beneath the covers, and I could hear the squishy slapping sound that meant she was fucking herself with her fingers. I looked up at her face. She looked at me and licked her lips, her eyes full of lust. “Do you like it?”

“Yeah, um… Mommy, I’m getting close.”

“Are you, honey?”

She turned to Kate. “How about you, little girl? Do you like this kind of movie?”

Kate was only able to squeak part of a reply. “Mo — I’m — Unh!”

“Yes! Yes! Do it, Katie, come for me!” my mother urged. She stared at Kate’s crotch, watching as her daughter began to come. She was still fucking herself too, even faster than before. I could hear the sounds and I could smell her potent sexual aroma. Then suddenly she threw back her head and cried, “OH FUCK GOD FUCK YES!!”

That did it for me.

My legs slammed together, squeezing in on my hands, and I erupted into a volcanic orgasm, waves of hot liquid oozing between my fingers as I writhed in my mother’s bed, groaning and gasping, my eyes tightly shut, my whole body convulsing as each new spasm exploded inside me.
The world went away for a while.
This was one of those climaxes that is so consuming, so totally overpowering that it blots out everything else. I have no idea how long it lasted. It’s possible, I suppose, that I actually may have fainted or something, although I doubt that, because when I finally began to recover and managed to open my eyes, my mom didn’t seem really upset or anything.

She was sitting up in bed, holding her breasts in her hands, massaging them and twisting the nipples, her head turned toward me. As I blinked, trying to catch my breath, she smiled and asked, “Are you okay, honey?”

“Yeah, I… wow, that was…”

I trailed off, and she suggested, “A good one?”

“Definitely,” I grinned.

She leaned down to kiss me, a nice soft kiss with her lips closed, but so tender, warm, and romantic. When she ended it, she asked, “Do you want to watch some more of the video?”

“Um, yeah, sure.” I sat up straighter in the bed. During my climax I had fallen over onto my side.

Kate was looking at me, but she had one eye on the movie too.

On the screen, one of the young girls was licking and sucking another girl’s nipples. After watching the action for a minute, I realized that both girls, all three of them in fact, still had their panties on. We were more naked than they were. And they hadn’t really even started having sex yet — anyway, we hadn’t seen their pussies yet. But we’d already seen enough for each of us to have powerful orgasms.

Not long after that, the girls did take off their panties, or they took off each other’s panties, and soon we saw some touching of pussies, and some licking too, along with a lot more kissing. I wondered if this movie might have vibrators in it, or dildos, or whatever it was I’d found in the smaller box at Elaine’s house. But it turned out it didn’t. I remembered a note on the DVD cover that said ‘Toy-Free’ and I figured that must be what it meant.

I’ll never forget that night — my first time watching porn. It was such an incredible experience, seeing those three awesome-looking girls naked, touching and kissing each other, while sitting in the dark in my mom’s bed and masturbating, side by side with her and Kate. What a great life I had!

We actually got all the way through the end of the movie. When it was over, Mommy said she was surprised, that she hadn’t thought we would finish watching it. Along the way, of course, we each had at least a couple more orgasms. I think Kate had the most, or maybe I did, I’m not sure. Our mother had a few less than we did, though, because she kept stopping so she could watch us come.

I was worn out by the time it ended. It was about 11:30, not really that late, but all those climaxes left me exhausted. My mom and my sister both seemed pretty tired too.

I helped get the little tray and the laptop off the bed and onto the floor, and then we snuggled up dreamily together. After sharing a few soft kisses and caresses, trading murmured endearments, we drifted off to sleep.

Continue on to Chapter 45

The Joy of Looking, Chapter 43

  • Posted on May 9, 2015 at 3:14 pm

By Naughty Mommy

At school the next morning, before the first class began, I was walking down the hall when I saw Madison at her locker, putting her coat inside. I stopped and said, “Hi.”

She turned, breaking into a smile when she saw who it was. “Hey! Hi, Julie!”

“Um, so, how are you doing?” I asked. I felt a little foolish, since I had no idea what to say. I hadn’t rehearsed a conversation as I had for our previous meeting.

“Good, good,” she nodded, still smiling. She shut her locker and picked up her backpack. “I had a really great weekend. How about you?”

“Yeah, definitely. It was…”

I thought about my weekend, about my sexy bath with Kate and the naughty fun we’d had before the bath, and about trying to surprise our mother and all the hot things we’d done with her in her bed that night, but of course I couldn’t tell Madison about any of that.

So, I said, “I, uh, I went babysitting for the first time.”

“Oh, really?”

We started down the hall together. We were actually heading in the wrong direction for me, but I didn’t say anything. I liked walking with her.

“How did it go?” she asked.

“It went fine, I guess. Pretty boring, though.”

“Yeah, I know, it can be. But guess what I did? You’ll never guess.”

“What?” I looked up at her.

Madison was much taller than me. She seemed so much older, so much more grownup than I was. And she was so pretty too. I noticed then that she was wearing a lot of makeup, more than I remembered her wearing before.

“Well,” she said, “I met this really cute guy, Brad, a few weeks ago, at a party at my cousin’s house. He called me up on Saturday, and he asked if he could come over. So he did, and he met my parents. And then later they let him take me out to a movie. Brad’s 16, he’s got his own car and everything. I — wait, this is me. Here’s my class. I’ll talk to you later, okay?”

“Okay.”

She spotted one of her friends inside the room and rushed over to her. “Guess what I did this weekend? You’ll never guess!”

I turned away and started walking back up the hall in the other direction, a skinny seventh-grader who would never in a million years be allowed to go on a date with a high school boy. And who would never want to either, of course.

* * *

Elaine Gallagher called our house Wednesday afternoon, asking if I could babysit for her again on Saturday night. I said I would. My mom dropped me off at 6:45, this time not going up to the door with me, just waiting in the car. When Elaine opened the front door, my mother smiled and waved, then drove away.

Fifteen minutes later, Elaine was gone and I was stuck in the house with her two brats for the next four or five hours. Okay, they weren’t really brats, they were perfectly fine little kids. But I guess I’m not cut out to be a babysitter. I can do everything I’m supposed to do, it’s just that it seems so dull to me.

Maybe that’s why I went snooping that night. The first time I was there I’d been tempted to snoop but had mostly managed to restrain myself. This time, after getting Justin and Britney in bed at 8:00 and then flipping through the TV channels for half an hour, finding nothing at all I wanted to watch, I couldn’t resist the urge.

I turned off the TV and went first to the kitchen to see if there was anything that looked good in the fridge. There wasn’t. I checked the jar on the top shelf of the cupboard and found it was still well stocked with candy bars, but decided to wait until later if I was going to have one at all. Right now I was interested in finding something else. Exactly what, though, I wasn’t sure.

Going down the hall, I looked in the den, which was really more of a junk room. Some old pieces of furniture, exercise equipment that obviously hadn’t been used in a while, a few books, and a lot of dust. Elaine wasn’t very scrupulous about keeping things clean.

That was all there was downstairs: the kitchen, the dining room (mostly empty), the den, the family room, and the garage. I’d searched the family room pretty thoroughly the last time I was there, so now my only choice was to head upstairs.

I’d been up there already, of course, but only in the bathroom and in the kids’ bedroom. There were two other rooms waiting for me. One of them was a combination playroom and sewing room, which, I discovered, was mostly a mess and very dusty. The closet in that room was stuffed full of old clothes and old toys. Nothing interesting at all.

One room left. Elaine’s bedroom. I paused in front of her door. My heart was pounding. Was it wrong for me to be doing this?

Well, yes, of course it was wrong. But that didn’t stop me. Sweet reliable Julie, the girl who never ever does anything bad, was breaking all the rules tonight. It felt good being the bad girl for once — even if no one else knew but me.

I opened her bedroom door and stepped inside. Turning on the light, I waited for a minute, making sure the house was completely quiet, that the kids were still fast asleep. And then I started snooping.

I looked in her chest of drawers. I found some nice lingerie there, a lot of it, in fact. She had quite a collection. I admired some of her things, taking them out and wondering what it would be like to wear them. Then I recalled trying on the sexy outfits that night at Victoria’s Secret with my mom and Tracy and Melissa, and smiled to myself about the happy memory. I did my best to put everything back in the drawers the way I’d found it.

Next I looked in her closet but found only clothes, tons of clothes, including several dozen pairs of shoes. She had plenty of things to wear, although I didn’t think too much of her taste.

I checked the little table by her bedside, which had a small drawer. Nothing good in there.

Only one more place to look. On the wall opposite the bed was a desk with a TV on top of it, along with a DVD player. Opening the top drawer, I found a few things that looked like old bills, and that was pretty much it. The other drawer, the large file drawer, was locked. Shit! That was probably where the best stuff was.

I almost gave up and left the room at that point. But then I decided to look once more in the other drawer, just in case I might find a key. And inside a small brown envelope, there it was.

With trembling hands, I fit the key into the lock on the file drawer and turned it. I began sliding the drawer out. Then I stopped.

What would I do if Elaine came home right now? Would I have time to carefully lock everything up again, return the key to the envelope, leave the room exactly as I’d found it, turn off the bedroom light and then get back downstairs without being discovered? Without being exposed as the criminal suspect I plainly was?

Taking a deep breath, I tracked in my mind the steps I would have to take to conceal what I’d done. I could do it all, I decided. I was safe. And besides, it was still only around 9:00 o’clock. She wouldn’t be home for hours yet. No problem.

Now, let’s see what’s in this drawer… aha!

There was a box inside, and in the box were at least thirty or forty DVDs — porn DVDs — and they were all lesbian!!!

Actually, they weren’t all lesbian. I found a few that seemed to be girls by themselves, apparently masturbating. But all the rest showed pictures of two girls together, or even three or four girls together. I examined one DVD after another, studying the incredibly explicit pictures and lurid descriptions. Not one of them showed a man anywhere.

Wow, what did this mean? Was Elaine a lesbian? Why did she go on dates with men, then? I couldn’t figure that out. Unless maybe she wasn’t really going out with men at all. Maybe that was just what she told me. Maybe she was really going to clubs like the ones my mom went to, and maybe… was it possible my mom might run into her at one of those clubs some night? What would happen then?

My mind raced with the possibilities.

There was another box in the drawer, a smaller one. Inside that box was… something… wrapped in a washcloth, something cylindrical, shaped like… oh my god, could it be? At one end of the thing, the flat end, I found a switch. Did I dare turn it on?

No, I didn’t dare. I had no idea what it would do. It might make a loud noise, start beeping or something, who knows.

I wrapped the thing up in the washcloth and put it back in the box the way I’d found it, then returned the box to the drawer. I assumed what I had found was a vibrator or a dildo or something. I’d heard kids talk about stuff like that, and some of the pictures on the DVD covers showed girls using things that appeared to be similar, but I had never seen one before in real life. What a night of discovery this was turning out to be!

I went back to sorting through the DVDs. There were so many, and they were so exciting. Maybe I should put one in the DVD player and watch it!

No, that would be too risky. I might accidentally wake up the kids, and if they found me like that it could be a disaster. And even if the kids didn’t wake up, if I got involved in what I was watching and I didn’t hear Elaine come home and she discovered me… and then that made me wonder what would happen if she ever did catch me looking at her lesbian DVDs.

Would she be angry? Probably. But maybe she wouldn’t. Maybe she would be pleased. Maybe she would want to try some of the things with me that I saw in the pictures on the covers. Would I want her to do that? I wasn’t sure. I didn’t actually think she was very attractive, not at all in fact. On the other hand, I definitely did want to have sex with a woman someday, so maybe… or maybe not.

For now, I decided, I needed to put these things away and go downstairs and watch TV or something. I really didn’t want to get caught redhanded that way, at least not until I’d thought a lot more about all the pros and cons.

As I placed the DVDs back inside their box (having been very careful to keep them in order as I looked through them), I had another felonious impulse.

Maybe I should take one. Just one. Take it with me and put it in my backpack and steal it. Then some night at home when Mommy was out, Kate and I could watch it together.

I decided against that too. Not only was it stupid — what if the DVD I took just happened to be Elaine’s favorite one and she noticed it right away and called my mom? — not only was it stupid, but it was just plain wrong too. Snooping was one thing. Stealing was clearly another. I returned the larger box to the drawer, locked it up, replaced the key in the small brown envelope, and put the envelope back exactly where I’d found it. I hoped.

After checking around to make sure there were no obvious traces of my breaking and entering, I turned off the bedroom light and closed the door. I looked in on the kids, who were snoozing away, and went back down to the family room for a long night of boredom.

I sat in front of the TV for a while, remote in hand, but again could find nothing on I really wanted to watch. At 10:00, I called my mom and reported in, but of course I didn’t tell her anything about my snooping.

Shortly after I hung up the phone, though, I began to reconsider. Maybe I should say something to my mother about the porn I found. After all, she always told me I could talk to her about anything, right? Hm, I would have to think about that some more…

The hours went slowly by. At 11:00, I finally turned off the TV for good. I looked through some of Elaine’s stupid magazines, which killed a few minutes, then dug into my backpack, pulled out a mystery novel I was reading, and settled down with that. About midnight, I climbed up on a chair in the kitchen, took a Milky Way bar from the jar and ate it, without even feeling very guilty this time.

Elaine got home at 12:45. Apparently she’d had a more enjoyable evening than the previous time, because she was in a much better mood. Or maybe she was just drunk. Anyway, she was all laughs and pretty loud too. I was afraid she might wake the kids, but then they were her kids, so what did I care? I called my mom and she came to pick me up. Elaine gave me $60. Sweet!

I figured it was too late to start a serious conversation about anything that night, so when we got home, I just kissed my mother goodnight and went to my room. Before I fell asleep, though, I had a pleasant time remembering some of the pictures of the girls on the DVD covers kissing and touching each other, putting their fingers and tongues in everywhere. After a nice hot orgasm, I fell asleep.

* * *

The next day, which was Sunday, I kept looking for opportunities to talk with my mom about what I’d found the night before. But she was always with either Molly or Kate and so I never got the chance.

Instead, I waited until everyone was down for the night, and then knocked on her door. It was about 10:15.

“Mom?”

“Come in, sweetie.” She was sitting up in bed, wearing a red babydoll nightgown, totally sheer. It was one I hadn’t seen before. I liked it immediately.

“Hi, um, is it okay if I talk to you about something?”

“Of course it is.” She took off her reading glasses, put down the book she was holding, and held her arms out to me. I went to the bed and got a nice hug and kiss from her.

For the occasion, for this special conversation, I’d decided to put on something different from my usual boxers and t-shirt. I was in a light pink camisole, very thin, almost transparent. I’d bought it the previous weekend, using money I’d earned in my first babysitting job (which seemed appropriate). I was also wearing my briefest, sexiest pair of hipster panties. They were bright red and went quite nicely with my mom’s nightie, I realized.

I’d hoped the outfit might make me look a little bit like the hot girls I’d seen in the pictures on those DVDs. My mother apparently approved. After she kissed me, she held me away from her a moment and said, “Well, don’t you look tantalizing! My little girl is definitely growing up. And very nicely too.”

Although this was exactly the reaction I’d wanted, I found myself blushing. Silly me. “Oh, uh, thanks, Mom,” I stammered.

I settled in next to her. Her arm was around my shoulder, pulling me close.

“So, what did you want to talk about, sweetie?”

“Well, um, it’s kind of embarrassing…”

“But you know you can -”

“always talk to me about anything,” we recited in unison, and then had a good laugh.

“Well, you know you can,” she emphasized.

“I know,” I looked at her, smiling, “and I’m really glad I can, Mom. I mean that, I really am.”

She kissed me on the lips. “Good. Me too. Now tell me what’s on your mind.”

“So, um, it’s about when I was babysitting last night at, well, at Ms. Gallagher’s — only she wants me to call her Elaine instead — that’s okay, isn’t it?”

“Sure, of course it’s fine, if that’s what she wants.”

“All right. Um, anyway, after I put the kids to bed, it was only about 8:00 o’clock and I was already bored. There’s nothing to do over there. No video games or movie channels or anything. I mean, I had a book with me, but, um… I was really bored, and then I did a bad thing.”

“What did you do?”

“Well, I decided to… to sort of look around, to see if I could find anything interesting.”

“What do you mean by interesting?”

“Oh, I don’t know. Just, like, something different, anything.”

“Okay.”

“Um, and so, I looked around, but it was just the usual stuff people have. Except a lot of it was sort of junky and dirty. I mean, she doesn’t keep her house very clean.”

“Okay. And?”

“Um, well, so I finally decided to look in her bedroom, in Elaine’s bedroom?”

“Yes?”

“And I found something in there that I wanted to talk with you about.”

“You found this in Elaine’s bedroom?”

“Uh-huh.”

“You were snooping in there?”

“Yeah, I… I’m sorry, Mommy, it’s just, I was so bored, and… I didn’t mean to do anything wrong, but… well, I mean I know it was wrong, and I knew it was wrong then but I did it anyway, and” — by then I was sobbing — “I’m sorry, Mommy, I know it was wrong.”

My mother let me cry for a little while.

“I’m sorry, Mommy, I won’t do it again, I promise I won’t.”

Finally she hugged me. “Hush now, it’s okay, we all do things that are wrong sometimes. Even you.”

“I’m sorry, Mommy,” I sobbed.

“I know you are, darling, I know.” She kissed my forehead. “Come on, now, you don’t have to cry. I’m not mad at you.”

“You’re not?”

“No, darling, I’m not mad at you.” She kissed my cheeks, kissing my tears.

I sniffled and tried to regain my composure. “I promise I won’t do it again.” I wiped my nose with my arm.

“I know you won’t.” My mother reached over to the table by her bed and grabbed a tissue from a box. “Here, baby girl, blow your nose. It’s okay.”

After blowing my nose a couple of times, using another tissue, and then another, I said, “I’m sorry, Mommy.” I almost started crying again.

“There, there now, that’s enough tears. And I know you’re sorry, you don’t have to keep saying it. Okay?”

I sniffed and blew my nose one more time. “Okay.”

“All done crying now?”

I tried to smile. “I think so.”

“Okay, good.” She kissed me on the lips. “Let’s just take a minute now, and settle down. Take a big deep breath. That’s good. Now take another.”

I did as she asked, twice.

“That’s my good girl. Feeling better now?”

“Yeah.” This time my smile was more genuine.

“All right,” she said, “so it seems to me that there are two things going on here. First, you were snooping, and obviously you feel bad about that. Fine, we’ll talk about that. And second, there was something you found in, uh, in Elaine’s bedroom. Something you’ve been thinking about a lot, because otherwise you wouldn’t be in here talking to me about this. Am I right?”

Now I really smiled. “Uh-huh. Exactly right.”

“Okay, so, first things first. You told me were snooping, and that you know that was wrong. You knew it was wrong at the time, but you did it anyway. Correct?”

I nodded, feeling on the verge of tears again.

“All right, now, don’t start crying again. I know you feel bad about it, and you should feel bad. I’m glad you do. But Julie, everyone does bad things. Everyone. Even you. That doesn’t make them right, but just because we sometimes do bad things, that doesn’t make us bad people. Do you see?”

“Um, I think so.” Her logic was compelling. I felt a little less like crying now, and a lot more like thinking.

“You were wrong, that is, you did the wrong thing, and we can talk about why it was wrong. Let’s do that first, okay?”

I glanced at the clock and saw that it was past 10:30. It was a school night, and I should be in bed by now, but my mom was willing to have this conversation with me anyway. I loved her so much.

“Now, honey, why do you think it was wrong to be snooping?”

“Well, um, because… I was violating her privacy?”

My mother nodded. “That’s right. Any other reasons?”

I thought about it. I took another very deep breath and let it out. “Because, because she trusted me. Um, because she hired me to do a job, and, and when I was, when I was snooping, I wasn’t doing my job.”

“Very good.” She squeezed my shoulder. “I’m impressed. That’s a very mature attitude for a 12-year-old.”

“Thanks, I guess,” I smiled.

“I understand that you’re sorry, and you understand why it was wrong. I’m not going to punish you for it. I don’t think that’s necessary. Okay?”

“Okay.”

“But before we go on to the second part, we should talk a little more about snooping. You know, Julie, it may be hard to believe, but I was a little girl too at one time. I was 12 years old once, way back in the Dark Ages, and I did some babysitting myself.”

She smiled at me, then continued. “I know how boring it can be, and I understand that the temptation to look around can be almost irresistible. I did it too, more than once.”

“You did?”

“Uh-huh, and I think most babysitters probably do. Or at least a lot of them do. It’s understandable, it’s basically human nature. That doesn’t make it right, but it also means it’s not a very terrible crime. You just showed yourself to be human, that’s all.”

Another smile, and this time a kiss on the lips.

“But as you said, there are reasons why it’s wrong, and if you are mature enough to see those, then you may also be mature enough to resist the temptation, most of the time anyway.”

At this point I couldn’t help myself. I knew she wasn’t finished talking, but I wanted to give her a hug, a big one. And so I did. I wrapped my arms around her, squeezing her tightly. “Thank you, Mommy. Thank you for explaining everything.”

“You’re welcome, darling.”

“But, um, I know you’re not done,” I said as I released her from the hug. “There was a part two, right?”

“Yes,” she chuckled, “part two coming up right after this commercial message.”

She put her mouth on mine and kissed me deeply, her lips parting, her tongue seeking mine. We kissed wetly and warmly for a minute or so. By the time we were done I was panting, my pussy aflame.

“Now then,” my mother smiled, her eyes hooded seductively, “shall we talk about part two?”

I took a deep breath. “Okay.”

“Tell me what you found in her bedroom.”

Continue on to Chapter 44

The Joy of Looking, Chapter 42

  • Posted on May 9, 2015 at 2:59 pm

By Naughty Mommy

As we were heading toward our mother’s bedroom, I suddenly recalled the clothes we’d left in the washing machine.

“Wait just a sec, I’ll be right back,” I told Kate.

Giggling, I dashed down the hall and down the stairs — naked, of course — quickly transferred the laundry from the washer to the dryer and started it going, then ran back up the stairs.

My sister was waiting for me, grinning happily. “You’re so good, you always remember everything you’re supposed to do. I wish I was more like you.”

“Aw, don’t be silly. I’m just neurotic, that’s all.”

“I don’t know what that word means,” she chuckled, “but if it means sexy, that’s what you are!”

Laughing out loud, I hugged her and kissed her, slapping her bare bottom with my hand. “You’re so funny,” I told her. “God, I love you!”

“Come on!” Kate urged. “Let’s go get in Mommy’s bed.”

“Okay!”

This was really exciting, yet another new thing I hadn’t done before, or even thought of doing. I felt a stir of arousal as I imagined our mother’s reaction at finding her young daughters waiting naked for her.

We entered her bedroom, switched on the overhead light for a minute to get our bearings, then turned off the hall light and the bedroom light, shut the door behind us, and groped our way to the bed in the dark. Pulling back the covers, we slipped inside, giggling nervously. The sheets felt chilly, making my nipples hard. My toes were cold too. I hugged Kate to get warm.

My teeth were chattering. I knew it wasn’t really that cold, and that it had to partly be my jitters about what we were doing that made me feel this way. I pulled the covers all the way up over our heads. My sister and I nestled together, face to face in total blackness, nothing but moist breath and soft skin between us.

After a minute, I began to calm down. Neither of us had said anything yet as we huddled inside our mother’s bed. Still not speaking, I brought my lips to hers and we kissed.

The first kiss was soft, slow, sweet, just lips on lips, no tongue. Then I pulled back a little and waited.

Kate rested her forehead on mine, as she liked to do. We stayed that way a while, feeling warmer, breathing easily, gently holding each other, a long interval of tender, loving, sisterly closeness.

Tender, loving, sisterly… and more than sisterly too… I felt her hand moving to my breast, touching my nipple, fondling it, teasing it, twisting it, making it grow full and turgid, making it throb with desire.

I kissed her again, my lips apart this time. She sighed, shoving her tongue deeply into my mouth. She pinched my erect nipple harder as we kissed. An impulse shot from my tit to my clit and I trembled all over with lusty excitement.

Kate wrapped her arms around me, pulling my body tightly to hers. Her leg pressed between my thighs, opening them, sliding up until it lodged against my wet pussy. I moaned, kissing her even more urgently.

Then, without warning, she drew away. She turned onto her back, removing her leg from my crotch, and pushed the covers down, trying to get her breath.

“God,” she panted. “I… I just…”

“What is it, Katie? What’s wrong?”

“I mean… god, Julie, if… if you weren’t my sister, then…”

“Then what?”

She laughed. “Then I’d do everything with you!”

I turned onto my back too, laughing with her, but also secretly despairing. I wanted her so much. Should I tell her that? Tell her what I really felt? Tell Kate that I wanted her, that I wanted her in spite of our being sisters — maybe because we were sisters?

Maybe I should have said that to her then, but I didn’t. All I said was, “I know…”

It was quiet for a while. We lay together in the dark, still close, but not quite touching.

Several minutes later, Kate said, “I’m sorry, Julie.”

“Sorry? What for?”

“Well, I mean, I’m sorry I got you excited that way, and then I stopped. It’s not fair.”

“Um, I know, but you…… I don’t want you to stop.”

Her hand found mine. Our fingers interlaced.

A long pause, and then she said. “Do you really think it’s okay?”

“What’s okay?”

“You know, for us, even if we’re sisters, to kiss and stuff. Like we do.”

I thought about what she’d asked. I knew what I wanted, but that wasn’t really the question. Finally I said, “I don’t know, I’m not sure. I think it is, but I don’t know.”

“I like doing it, though. I like it a lot.”

“Me too,” I told her. “A lot.”

“Julie?”

“Yeah?”

“Where do you think Mommy goes, um, when she goes out at night?”

“I don’t know. I never really thought about it. She goes dancing, I know that.”

“I know, but where?”

“I’m not sure. We could ask her, I guess.”

As if on cue, we heard our mother’s car drive up and the garage door start to open. I glanced at the clock. It was almost 12:00.

“Omigod, she’s home!” Kate yanked the covers up over our heads, laughing insanely. I laughed too, caught up in her hysteria, and tried to hug her.

“Be quiet!” she urged, even though she was the one making most of the noise.

“Okay, okay, just keep still, calm down. If we’re gonna surprise her, we can’t keep laughing.”

“I know!” she giggled loudly.

We heard Mommy coming into the house and then a minute later up the stairs. We scrunched closer together under the covers. “Shh!!” Kate attempted to whisper, still giggling.

The bedroom door opened. A couple of footsteps, and then a light switched on. I could tell it was the lamp on my mother’s vanity, not the overhead light.

Kate chortled. When she tried to muffle it with her hands, it came out like a snort. I couldn’t help myself and started giggling too. “Shh!!”

“What’s that I hear?” said Mommy, jokingly. “I thought I heard something.”

My sister snorted again, her whole body shaking as she struggled to contain her delirium.

“Could there be burglars in here? Hiding in the bed, perhaps?”

We knew, of course, that our planned surprise was a comically inept failure, but we stayed under the covers just the same.

“Burglars, hiding in my bed. It’s a good thing I keep this big hammer here in the drawer, so I can bash them with it.”

Kate threw back the covers, shrieking with laughter, “Mommy, it’s us!!” We both sat up, grinning like fools.

“Well, well, well…” She stood looking at us, hands on her hips, smiling and shaking her head. She wasn’t holding a hammer. “What have we here?”

“We wanted to surprise you,” I giggled.

“Yes, and you did too. And what a nice surprise it is.” Her gaze went from our blushing faces to our bare breasts. “If you two aren’t just the cutest little burglars I ever saw.”

She took a deep breath and let it slowly out. Then she turned toward the vanity and began taking off her earrings. “Okay, now, you pair of juvenile delinquents. Run along and get in bed. I’ll come in and kiss you goodnight in a minute.”

“But, Mommy,” I began, “there’s, um, there’s something we wanted to ask you about.”

“Yeah,” Kate nodded, apparently glad I’d thought of a reason for us to stay a while longer.

“Yes? And what is that?” Our mother closed her jewelry case, then came and sat on the end of the bed, slipping off her shoes and rubbing her feet.

“Well, it’s, when you… we wanted to know, like, when you go out at night, we wondered what kind of places you go to.”

“Oh. Well, it depends. There are several different places.”

“Like where?”

She stood and turned to face us, smiling. “You really want to know?”

“Yeah. Well, um, Kate was wondering about it. And I’m curious too. I never asked you.”

Reaching behind her neck, my mother untied the back of her halter dress. The top fell away, exposing her beautiful breasts.

“I go dancing, you know, at nightclubs. Sometimes at, uh, at lesbian clubs.”

She pulled down a zipper on the side of the pretty green dress and stepped out of it. Now she was wearing only a lacy white g-string. I couldn’t believe how sexy she looked.

“Like I said, there are several different places. It just depends on my mood. And on what I find when I get there,” she added with a smile.

“What do you mean?” I asked.

“Well…” Our mother looked at us for a moment, at our eyes, at our nipples, and then down at her own nipples. She lifted her fingers to them, toying with them.

“You know what I’m looking for when I go out, don’t you?” she asked in a husky voice.

We didn’t reply. But I could feel my heart beating faster.

She looked at us again, licking her lips as she continued to fondle her nipples. “When I go out at night, I’m looking for one of two things. First, I’m always looking for someone new I can bring home with me, a beautiful woman who’ll be willing to play our game with us, who will let me fuck her while my daughters are watching…”

“God,” sighed Kate. I glanced at her and saw that she was tweaking her little nipples too.

“…and if I can’t find that, which most often I can’t, then I’ll just look for someone to have some fun with that night, a pretty woman or girl I can kiss and touch and who will maybe finger me or lick me and give me a nice hot orgasm before I come home.”

“God, Mommy…” Kate sighed again.

Our mother was holding both her breasts in her hands, massaging them and squeezing the nipples. She smiled at my sister and blew her a little kiss.

Then, as we watched, she did that amazing thing I’d seen her do on New Year’s Eve with Danni. She lifted a breast up toward her face, extending her tongue to lick the erect nipple. She kissed it and licked it, bathing it with her tongue, even sucking on it briefly, and then raised her other breast, doing the same with the other nipple.

“Wow,” Kate breathed. I looked at her again and saw that she had a hand between her legs. She was masturbating. I was still just sitting there, observing everything.

When she finished licking and kissing her own nipples, Mommy knelt on the end of the bed, then slowly came crawling toward us on her hands and knees. Now my heart was really beating fast.

She approached Kate, bringing her mouth very close to my sister’s. She whispered, “Do you want me to tell you everything I do with those women I meet? Every dirty nasty little detail?”

Kate nodded shyly, her eyes wide. I don’t think she was capable of speech at that moment. Mommy licked her own lips, then put out her tongue and licked around the edge of my sister’s mouth. I heard Kate whimpering.

“Okay, little girl, I’ll tell you all about it. I’ll tell you what your mommy does when I go out at night, about the sexy women I meet, and how we get each other excited.”

She sat back on her haunches, running her hands up and down her body, caressing her breasts, her abdomen, her thighs. “I’ll tell you about the way we dance together, the way we kiss and touch each other, sliding our hands up the insides of our legs, reaching under our skirts right in the middle of the dance floor and rubbing each other’s pussies.”

My hand was on my swollen clit, caressing it, my other hand on my breast, pinching the hard nipple. Without even realizing it, I had started to masturbate as I watched my mother acting so seductively.

“Is that what you want to hear?” Mommy asked.

Kate just nodded again.

“I can tell you more too, little one, much more. I’ll tell you everything you want to know. But first, there’s something I want you to do for me.” Turning, our mother reclined on the bed, laying her head on a pillow. She looked up at Kate. “Will you take off my undies?”

“Okay.” My sister’s voice was barely a squeak. I could see her trembling.

She took a deep breath, trying to calm herself. Then she slipped her fingers inside the waistband of the white lace g-string and gradually started tugging it down. Mommy raised her bottom up from the bed but did nothing else to help. It took Katie a minute to get the tight g-string over my mom’s hips and then all the way down her long legs and off.

“Thank you, sweetie.”

“Um, you’re welcome.”

“Now I think I need a kiss. Can you kiss me, right here?” She pointed to her mound, to the small patch of closely trimmed pubic hair just above her vulva.

A tiny whisper, “Okay.”

I rubbed my clit faster as I watched my sister slowly bending down, bringing her mouth to Mommy’s crotch, giving her a tender kiss.

My mother took Kate’s head in her hands and held her there for several seconds, actually pressing her face in more tightly against her body. When she released her, she said, “Thank you, darling, that was nice. Very nice. But now I need another kiss. Right here.”

She pointed to a spot between her breasts.

Kate swallowed. She put a hand between her legs and stroked herself, just briefly, before shifting higher on the bed and then leaning down again, bringing her lips to the spot our mother had pointed out.

This time, instead of holding Kate’s head, my mom put her hands on the sides of her breasts and pressed them together, catching my sister’s face between them. Kate began to pull away, but Mommy stopped her, saying, “No, don’t move, keep kissing me. Use your tongue.”

I wasn’t able to see what Kate was doing, but I heard some muffled licking sounds. Our mother cooed, “That’s a good girl. That’s Mommy’s good girl.” She squeezed her nipples between her thumbs and her forefingers as she pressed her breasts tightly against Kate’s face.

When my mom finally released her, Kate’s eyes were wide, her face flushed with excitement. She licked her lips and immediately a hand went between her legs, stroking rapidly.

Mommy smiled when she saw that. “Mmm, is my little girl getting turned on? Is your pussy getting wet?”

“Uh-huh,” Kate nodded.

Mine was too. Very wet.

“Okay,” our mother said. “Come here and lie down next to me now and I’ll tell you everything I do when I go out at night. Julie, you come here too.”

She smiled and held her hands out to us. We went to her.

As we started to lie down, Mommy said, “Katie, can you turn off the light? Let’s do this in the dark.”

“All right.”

For the next hour, or maybe longer, we listened as our mother recounted in detail how she went out looking for women to have sex with, how she would make eye contact with them, talk with them, dance with them, and then begin kissing and caressing. She told us how sometimes they would seek a secluded corner of a nightclub for more intimate touching, reaching inside each other’s panties (if they were wearing any), occasionally even bringing each other to orgasm right there in the open.

We were all three masturbating as we lay in her bed in the dark, listening to her low voice as she described her sexy encounters with these women. She gave us evocative descriptions of some of the ones she’d been with recently, their hair, their eyes, their mouths, their breasts. She told us how exhilarating it was to touch another woman’s pussy, a complete stranger, someone she hadn’t met before, how thrilling it was to slide her hand up between her legs, to see what she would discover.

How much pussy hair would this new woman have? Would she be completely bald, as so many were these days? It was so exciting to find out. And what would her lips be like, her labia? Small and delicate, or thick and full? Would she already be wet when——

I came then, as she talked about exploring another woman’s pussy in the dark corner of a nightclub. My mother paused to let me finish. I was kind of surprised that I climaxed first that night. Sometimes it took me a little longer than Kate or my mom, but not this time.

She went on to tell us more, and soon both she and my sister were having their own orgasms. But we didn’t stop there. We continued touching ourselves and she kept on talking about going to different clubs and bars, trying to find someone she could dance with and kiss and hopefully seduce. She even told us that sometimes, if she was feeling extra needy, she would go to a strip club and pay one of the young girls there to take her in the back and lick her and fuck her and sit on her face until they both came several times. That sounded totally nasty and hot, and it made both me and Kate come as we listened.

That wasn’t what happened every time our mother went out, though. There were nights when she would return home unfulfilled, unsatisfied. She confessed that often those were the times when she would come into my room late at night to play with me.

“I get back here and I’m still feeling all worked up,” she whispered to us. “Of course I can always just get in bed and play with myself, which I usually will, but sometimes I just have to touch someone, I have to feel their warm skin. So I go in to see you, or maybe Mol— um, I mean, that’s when I go in to see you, Julie, and now Katie too.”

A minute later she was climaxing again as she talked about visiting me or my sister in my bed at night. I was almost ready for another orgasm too, but something else had caught my attention.

When my mother started to say ‘Mol’ and then stopped, did she mean Molly? That sometimes at night she went to her room to play sexual games with her, the way she did with me? Was that possible? I wondered if it really was, and as I kept thinking about it, as I pictured my mommy getting in bed with my baby sister, kissing her and touching her, I came again, this time even harder than before.

We all had many orgasms in the dark in my mother’s bed as she kept telling us about her experiences of going out and searching for lovely young women she could fool around with.

I’m not sure how or when it happened, but at some point, Kate and I turned onto our sides to face our mother, and we began to kiss, three mouths close together, tongues licking and exploring. The two of us ended up straddling her thighs, still masturbating as we kissed, and now also clutching at her breasts, squeezing them and pinching her hard nipples.

She touched us too, sliding her hands up and down our naked bodies, her fingers reaching down to our bottoms, even moving into our cracks, probing — wait, was that her finger pressing in on my anus? Could it be? Yes, it was! I’d never felt that before, never expected to feel it, and now it made me come, powerfully and wetly.

Kate started coming too, just a moment later. Our mother held us close, petting us and gently kissing us, as we climaxed on top of her. After we were both finished, she whispered to us that it was very, very late, and time for us to try to get some sleep. I was surprised she did not tell us to go back to our own beds. She was going to let us spend the whole night with her. I was delighted, and I’m sure my sister was as well.

I licked my fingers and snuggled close to my mom, soon falling asleep.

I remember having the most wonderful dream that night, a sexy dream about dressing up and going out on the town with my mommy, dancing with her and others, having so much fun — except that at the clubs we went to in my dream, there were not only women there, but lots of young girls too, the cutest little girls in very short skirts… oh, how lovely it was…

* * *

When I awoke in the morning, I was lying on my side. My mother was behind me, spooning with me, her hand resting on my hip. Her slow, deep breathing made me think she was still asleep.

I raised my head to look at the clock. It was a few minutes after 9:00. As I laid my head on the pillow again, I felt a gentle kiss on my neck.

“Good morning, pumpkin,” my mom whispered.

“Hi.”

Her hand slid up to cup my breast. She hugged me tenderly. It was so nice and warm and secure in her bed, I never wanted to move. Except I had to go to the toilet.

I took her hand in mine and moved it away as I got up. “Sorry, um, I’ll be right back.”

When I returned from the bathroom, my mother wasn’t there. Kate was still in the bed, fast asleep, lying on the other side, facing away. I looked around for a moment and listened, but couldn’t hear anything.

The room was cool and I was naked. I shivered, quickly deciding to get back under the covers. As I was getting in, my mom came through the door. She was wearing a thin robe, which she removed, tossing it over a chair.

“Scoot over,” she said, and I did. She slid in next to me and pulled me close, spooning again, but facing toward Kate. I smiled happily.

“I just wanted to check on Molly,” she told me. “She’s still asleep, the little dumpling.”

“Okay.”

We cuddled, her hand holding my breast, her thighs warm against the back of mine. She kissed my neck sweetly a few times, then parted her lips, beginning to lick and nibble. I felt my nipples getting hard.

Kate stirred and stretched. It was a little early for her to wake up, but then this was the first time she’d slept in our mother’s bed. It was a new experience for her. She turned over, looking at us, blinking her sleepiness away.

“Hey… hi, you guys.”

“Hi, puddin’,” Mommy said. “Did you sleep okay?”

“Yeah, I did, I really did.” Kate rubbed her eyes, yawning and stretching again. I loved looking at her body. So smooth and long and lean and desirable.

When she finished stretching, she said, “Um, can I… can I cuddle with you guys?”

“Of course you can, baby. Here, let’s do it this way.” My mother climbed over me and settled in between us, on her back. She put her arms out on either side, and Kate and I both snuggled up close to her, our heads resting on her chest, just above her breasts. Kate grinned at me and I grinned at her.

Mommy stroked our hair, sighing contentedly. “Now all we need is Molly,” I heard her whisper, apparently to herself.

“I could go get her,” I proposed. “Do you want me too?”

“No, no, it’s all right. Just let her sleep. There’ll be plenty of time for… everything… soon enough.”

The way she said that made my pussy tingle. I turned my head slightly and planted a soft kiss on the swell of my mother’s breast.

“Mmm, that’s nice,” she whispered.

I kissed her again, moving my lips down a little this time, inching closer to her nipple.

She squeezed my shoulder and said, “Come on up here, honey, both of you now, and give your mom a good morning kiss.”

We did. We each kissed her on the lips. She hugged us and gave us nice long kisses, but without opening her mouth. Then she told us it was time to get up and get our day started.

Continue on to Chapter 43

The Joy of Looking, Chapter 41

  • Posted on May 9, 2015 at 2:49 pm

By Naughty Mommy

The next week, on Friday night, I had my first babysitting assignment for Ms. Gallagher.

My mom drove me over to her house — it was a few miles away from ours — and took me up to the door to introduce me. Ms. Gallagher invited her inside, but my mom said she had to get back home to Kate and Molly, so she left, and I went in to meet the kids. I think my mother did that mainly just so I wouldn’t feel like she was watching over me too much, because I knew she didn’t really mind leaving my sisters alone for a while. I appreciated that.

Ms. Gallagher took me in to meet her children, Justin and Britney, a 5-year-old boy and 3-year-old girl, who were playing in the family room. They were okay, I guess, just fairly normal little kids. Luckily neither of them was still in diapers. I was glad I didn’t have to worry about that.

When my mom dropped me off, it was about 7:00 o’clock, and Ms. Gallagher was planning to leave at 7:15 to go on her date. She told me the kids had already eaten and that they were both supposed to go to bed at 8:00. She left me with them for a minute while she finished getting ready to go out.

When she came back, Ms. Gallagher gave me her cell phone number, and asked if I had any questions. I didn’t.

Then she said, “I wish you’d call me Elaine. When someone calls me by my last name, especially a nice young girl like you, it makes me feel so old. Do you mind calling me Elaine?”

“No, I don’t mind, Ms. — um, Elaine.”

“Good, I’m glad. Okay, then I guess we’re all set. How do you think I look?”

“You look nice. Very nice.”

She was wearing a short black skirt with black nylons and high heels along with a patterned blouse and a bolero jacket. She looked good, although I didn’t actually think she was very attractive (I didn’t tell her that, obviously). She had nice enough legs, but her waist was kind of thick, and her face, well… maybe I was getting too picky, but she definitely wasn’t as pretty as the women my mom would bring home.

Anyway, she left a minute later and I was alone with the kids. Everything went fine. I played with them for a little while, then got them into their pajamas, helped them brush their teeth, read them a couple of bedtime stories, and finally tucked them in and turned out the light. They slept in the same room.

After that I was on my own until about midnight when Ms. Gallagher — sorry, Elaine — was supposed to be back. I was tempted to snoop around a bit, maybe see if there was anything unusual or interesting to look at, like in Elaine’s bedroom, for instance. But I didn’t. I just turned on the TV and started flipping around the channels. Unfortunately, she had only basic cable, not even any good movie channels, and there was really nothing on I wanted to watch. They did have a DVD player, but all the DVDs I could find were awful kiddie things like Gumby or Strawberry Shortcake. She didn’t even have any good books to read, just a few crappy magazines. I couldn’t believe it.

Later on, I looked in the fridge, but I didn’t see anything very appetizing there. I did find a stash of candy bars, though, that Elaine kept in a jar on the top shelf of a cupboard. I ate a Three Musketeers bar, although I felt guilty about doing it. At 10:00, I called my mom to let her know how I was doing, as she’d asked me to.

Then I went back to stare at the TV some more while I waited for Elaine to get home. The biggest thing I learned that night is that babysitting is boring.

* * *

I was practically asleep on the couch when Elaine came in at 12:30. The TV was still on, but I wasn’t interested in the program at all, and my eyelids just kept getting heavier and heavier.

Apparently Elaine hadn’t had very much fun either. Her makeup was smeared, so I suppose she might have gotten kissed, but when I asked if she’d had a good time, she just sort of grunted and sneered, not at me, but at the thought of Roger, the guy she went out with.

I told her everything had gone fine with the kids, and then I called my mom and fifteen minutes later she was there to take me home. Elaine gave me $40, which I thought was a lot, but I didn’t complain.

As we were driving, Mommy asked, “So, what do you think? Do you like babysitting?”

“It’s okay, I guess,” I yawned, laying my head on the back of the seat and closing my eyes.

I was totally sleepy that night and I didn’t even try to get my mother to kiss me or anything when we got home. Well, she did kiss me, of course, but she just kissed me goodnight in the regular way.

Then I put on my pajamas, crawled into bed and fell asleep. It was a rare night when I didn’t masturbate and give myself at least one orgasm before going to sleep. I would make up for it the next night, though, and then some.

* * *

As sleepy as I had been on Friday night, when Saturday arrived I was wide awake and full of energy. I decided that afternoon to try some baking. My mom took me to the grocery store to get everything we needed, and then at home she watched (and helped a little) as I put together a peach cobbler for our dessert that night. It turned out perfectly, a big hit.

After putting Molly to bed at 9:30, Mommy got ready to go out. She came downstairs wearing her low-cut green dress with the halter top. It was one I really I liked. Seeing her in it made me think about watching her with Bonnie, only the second person I ever saw her have sex with, after Karen. And it also reminded me of that day at the mall when my mom had been flirting with Carla, the gorgeous woman in the furniture store.

Kate and I, who were sitting on the sofa playing one of her video games, immediately put down our controllers and got up to tell our mother how great she looked.

“Thank you, girls. It means a lot to me to hear you say that.”

She took my face in her hands and gave me a long, wet kiss. Then she did the same with Kate. By the time she finished, we were both reeling. Mommy’s kisses were like a powerful drug or something.

Our mother left and we were on our own. We looked at each other for a minute, each of us trying to decide, I think, what might be the most imaginative kind of sexy play we could devise.

“Hm, out in the garage?” I said, but then immediately dismissed that idea. “Nah, it’d be too cold.”

“How about in the kitchen, with food?” Kate suggested. Leave it to Kate to think up something with food.

“That’s interesting,” I told her, “definitely interesting. It might get pretty messy though.”

“Yeah, it might.”

“Ooh, but then after, maybe we could get in the bathtub together and, like, wash each other off and stuff.”

“Yeah!”

“Let’s do it!”

Laughing hysterically, we ran to the kitchen.

Once we arrived, we stood in the middle of the floor for a moment, holding hands, catching our breath.

“Okay, um, what kind of food is sexy?” I asked, and we pondered that.

“Let’s see, cereal? I don’t think so…” Kate began. “Lunch meat? No, not really… Um, how about chocolate? Like chocolate syrup?”

“Yeah, maybe, but — I know,” I said, as I opened the fridge. “There’s something I wanna try. I saw it on a YouTube video once.”

I got out a bottle of white wine, about half full. Our mother had opened it at dinner and had a couple of glasses.

“Okay, lie down on the floor. No, not on the floor, I guess,” I said to Kate, “maybe um, on the table. Here, move those flowers.”

“On the table?”

“Right. But first, take off all your clothes. We both can, okay?”

“Okay!”

She quickly peeled out of her jeans and t-shirt and undies and I did the same. A moment later there were two young girls standing in their kitchen, completely naked, looking at each other and giggling.

“Now get on the table. Um, on your back.”

“All right.”

She did, and I pulled the cork out of the bottle.

“This might be a little cold,” I said, “but try to keep still.”

I held the bottle over my sister’s navel and attempted to pour just a tiny amount of wine into the depression. In my excitement, I ended up pouring quite a lot more than a tiny bit and she most definitely did not keep still. She squealed and squirmed and the wine went splashing everywhere.

We laughed, shrieking with glee.

“Oh my god,” I said, when I got my breath back. “We really are making a mess. We’re gonna have to clean this up before Mommy gets home.”

“I know, but who cares?” Kate chuckled.

“Yeah, who cares?” I leaned over and kissed her on the mouth.

I attempted the ritual once more. This time I was able to get a small amount of wine to stay in her navel, with only another cup or so spilling onto the table.

The next step was for me to try to drink the wine from her belly button, but with both of us giggling so much, by the time I got my lips down there, only a few drops were left. That didn’t really matter, of course. It was the thought that counted. I sucked up the drops that were there, then shoved my tongue into her belly button and that made her laugh some more.

Now it was my turn. We switched positions. I almost slipped getting up onto the table, there was so much wine on it. It felt cold and clammy laying down in the mess, but at the same time it was exciting too, like we were doing something forbidden and exotic.

My nipples were stiff and I was starting to get that warm stirring in my center as Kate held the bottle just above my naked body and tried to pour a tiny bit of wine into my navel. She managed to do it more neatly than I had. After slurping up the wine, my sister held me tightly by the waist and pressed her face into my belly, kissing me there deeply and wetly.

“Wow,” I whispered. “Katie, that’s nice.”

“I know.”

She brought her face to mine and we kissed. I wrapped my arms around her, pulling her close. Her tongue teased inside my mouth. We spent several minutes that way, holding each other, kissing, nibbling, sucking, playing.

When she finally drew her lips away from mine, I asked, “You want to go get in the bath now? Or should we clean all this up first?”

My sister licked her lips and kissed me again. Then she said, “Maybe we should clean it up first, then take a bath.”

“Okay.”

We got to work, tearing off reams of paper towels to soak up most of the wine, and using sponges and soap and hot water to clean up the rest. As we labored, I paused a couple of times to gaze at Kate, admiring her incredibly beautiful nude body. Stooping, standing, walking — whatever she did, she was a joy to look at.

Our clothes, which we’d left on the floor, were wet and had to be laundered, so we tossed them into the washing machine and turned it on. I reminded myself to move them to the dryer when they were done.

Then it was off to the bath.

While we waited for the tub to fill, Kate said, “We didn’t try using chocolate syrup. Maybe we should do that next time.”

“Yeah,” I smiled.

And then I thought of something. “You know what else I’d like to try? Um, in that peach cobbler I made, the way the sauce gets all nice and sweet and, like, sort of syrupy and sticky… can you guess what that reminds me of?”

“Ooh, you’re bad.”

“Uh-huh.”

With the bathtub full of bubbles and warm water, we climbed in.

“We haven’t done this for a long time,” said my sister. “Since we were little.”

“I know. But now I think we should do it more often.”

“Yeah, maybe we should.” She smiled and gave me a kiss.

Our bodies really were covered with wine, now beginning to get stale and smelly, so the first order of business was to thoroughly wash ourselves. Or, better yet, wash each other. Kate insisted on that. It would be easier that way, she said.

She scrubbed me and then I scrubbed her. In the process, our little nipples received plenty of attention, soapy fingers making them full and hard. I lifted my legs out of their water, one at a time, and Kate ran her hands along them from my toes all the way up — almost all the way up to my crotch. I did the same for her.

When we finished with our legs, Kate asked “Do you need to wash your hair?”

“I don’t think so. I just washed it this morning, and luckily I don’t think any wine got in it.”

“Good. Me either. It sure got everywhere else, though,” she giggled.

“Did you get any in your pussy?” I grinned.

“I don’t know. Maybe.”

Left unspoken was the question of whether I should check and whether I should wash her down there just to be sure. We looked into each other’s eyes, feeling the sexual tension. We were both thinking the same thing, I’m certain, but neither of us was quite ready to say it out loud or act on it.

Instead, after a pregnant pause, she turned around in the tub and stretched out, reclining against me. I put my arms around her and lovingly kissed her cheek.

We remained like that for several minutes, relaxing in the warm water, breathing easily, enjoying the sensual fragrance of our mother’s lavender and vanilla bubble bath (which we’d borrowed from her bathroom). Soon, though, I found myself wanting more.

Very slowly, almost imperceptibly, I allowed my hands to drift through the water to my sister’s breasts where I let my fingers brush just over the very tips of her nipples. I touched her that way again, and then again. I could feel her nipples lengthening, growing harder. Kate’s breath came faster.

I kissed her on the cheek, but this time with more desire, nibbling and licking, gradually bringing my lips closer to hers.

“Oh, Julie,” she sighed, turning her face to mine.

I opened my mouth and she opened hers. Our lips came together, our tongues exploring and teasing. I closed my hands over her little breasts, squeezing them, pinching the nipples. She moaned and pressed her tongue even deeper inside my mouth.

As we continued kissing, I felt Kate’s body start to move, rocking steadily, and I realized then that she’d put a hand down between her legs and she was masturbating. With her on top of me the way she was, I couldn’t reach my own pussy. But that could wait until later. For now I was content to enjoy my sister’s self-pleasuring. And thinking of that gave me an idea.

I eased my hand along her arm, following where it led, until I reached the end. My fingers covered hers and I felt the way she was touching herself. I felt how she stroked her clit, how she slid her fingers down between her lips, how her movements were quickly becoming more urgent, her body tensing as she kissed me, rubbing herself harder and harder, the water sloshing in the tub, splashing over the side, her fingers moving faster faster faster — until suddenly she pulled her mouth from mine, crying out, squealing and shaking as she climaxed in the bath.

“Unh! Unh! Unh!” Her face grimaced with each spasm. Her thighs banged outward against mine, water splashing everywhere. It was so stimulating to watch her that way it almost made me come.

Finally she began to recover. She was still breathing hard, though, her hand between her legs, covering her vulva, pressing down on it.

“Oh man, oh man,” she gasped, “I — I’ve never done it — in the bath this way — have you?”

“Yeah, I have,” I told her as I kissed her cheek again.

“That was — that was awesome!”

“Uh-huh.”

“And I loved the way…” she took a very deep breath, then let it out… “wow, I mean, I loved the way, when we were kissing, and you put your hand on mine, that was, it was, I don’t know, it was…”

I chuckled a little and squeezed her tightly, loving her with all my being. What a gift it was to be so close to my sister this way.

“Do you want to do it too?” she asked. “I mean, do you want me to move around so you…”

“No, I don’t think so, not tonight. At least not here. When we get in bed. Right now my fingers are starting to shrivel.”

“Yeah,” she giggled, lifting her hands from the water. “I know what you mean.”

We got out of the tub and dried off, using an extra towel to sop up all the water that had splashed onto the the floor during Kate’s explosive climax.

As we finished, she turned to me, smiling brightly. “Okay, your bed or mine?”

“I guess maybe — wait, I know — it’s perfect.” I grabbed her face and kissed her. “Know what we’re gonna do?”

“What?”

“We’re gonna go get in Mommy’s bed and surprise her. We can turn out the lights so she won’t know we’re there.”

“But — really? Can we? I mean, is it okay?”

“Sure, it is. We can do whatever we want. Almost, anyway.”

“Wow, oh man, that’s awesome!” Kate jumped up and down, her little boobies bouncing. “Come on!”

Continue on to Chapter 42

After Five Days

  • Posted on May 9, 2015 at 8:44 am

By Naughty Mommy

Gosh, it’s hard to believe it’s only been five days since we publicly announced this little offering of ours. Cheryl, Jetboy, and I are very happy with the way things are going so far. The reception to the site has been great, especially all the comments we’re getting from readers. Do keep posting comments, lots of them, you have no idea how much that means to us.

Something I’m especially pleased with is the quality of the ‘non-fiction’ conversations that have developed here on the blog and in comment threads on some of our stories too. In particular, I’ve already learned a lot from discussion with others about my entry, “From an Author of Adult-Child Erotica.” And the dialogue on Cheryl’s deeply personal entry “Coming Out” is both touching and enlightening.

All we can really say is THANK YOU with all our hearts, along with plenty of hugs and kisses too. Please don’t stop (as the little girl said), don’t stop coming here and reading stories and leaving comments. We love you! ♥ ♥ ♥

Nanny for a Night, Chapter 1

  • Posted on May 9, 2015 at 4:53 am

By Cheryl Taggert

This is an expanded re-working of a story I wrote for a friend. I hope you enjoy it!

I live in a well-known vacation area in Florida, where beaches stretch for miles and vacationers come to enjoy the white sand ocean-front every summer. I had grown up here, and I had seen an opportunity for a thriving business that had never been done before in my community. I thought, why not start a babysitting service so vacationing parents could have some fun time away from the kids without worrying about where they were or what they were up to? So I did. I called it “Nanny for a Night,” and because my father was well-known in the area, I was able to get a few of the local hotels to endorse my services as safe and reliable.

My name is Cheryl, and I was able to pay for my college with the money I made doing this. I did not accept babies, though toddlers were okay, but my real business was with elementary-aged children, mostly from six to eleven. My favorite times were the ones when I had all girls, of course.

Oh, I forgot to mention. I am also a lesbian pedophile. Yes, I get off on young girls, some as young as four, but most in the eight to eleven range. I suppose that is important, but since I never told any of the parents, it’s easy for that little nugget to slip my mind when talking about my service.

And yes, I often was able to enjoy my time with some of my little girls. Most of the time, in fact. This is the story of one of those times—a rather memorable one in fact, for a variety of reasons.

One afternoon I was summoned by one of the hotels that a couple was looking for someone to watch their girls overnight while they “enjoyed the sights.” Of course, I knew it had nothing to do with enjoying the sights of the town where I lived. These couples were wanting uninterrupted chances at sex, drinking, what-have-you, and couldn’t do that with their kids around. Well, at least that’s how they looked at it. Me? I’m more of an inclusive person myself.

Anyway, I arrived at the hotel and was told the parents and two girls were on the beach, using number 15. The number corresponded to the umbrellas and chairs that were set up for the use of the hotel’s guests, and the numbers were painted on top of the spread umbrellas. They could charge their drinks, etc., to their rooms this way.

I walked out onto the beach behind the hotel and found number 15. A pretty lady around thirty was in a chair that had been moved into the sun, and she was soaking up the rays, her eyes hidden behind the dark glasses she wore. Nearby, two of the cutest little girls I’d seen in a while were playing in the sand. Both were blond, with eyes so blue they resembled the ocean that was pushing waves onto the shore nearby.

I stood there and looked over the mom and her daughters. Okay, I didn’t just look them over. I nearly drooled over them. The mom was hot enough to make my pussy wet, but the daughters had my heart pounding. They were squatting on their heels in the sand, and I could make out the small camel toes where their pussies pressed against the wet material of their bathing suits. The girls looked to be about the same age, maybe nine, and one was supervising the building of their sand castle, but the other one was not cooperating.

“No! You gotta use the wetter sand so it will hold together!” said the supervisor.

“Nuh-uh! You can use either kind,” said the other girl, who was obviously her twin sister.

I stepped forward and introduced myself to the mom, hoping this would distract the girls long enough to avoid a fight.

“Hello…um…I’m Cheryl. You told the hotel you needed a sitter overnight?”

The mom lifted her sunglasses for a second, squinted up at me, smiled a most charming smile, and sat up, lifting the back of her chair into a sitting position. “Oh, hi! Yes, we did. I’m so glad you are available. My husband and I could use some time alone to relax away from the kids.”

I noticed the girl who had been supervising glance at her mom and grin. She, at least, knew the score. “Relax. Yeah, right,” she said softly but loud enough for her mom to hear.

“Christy,” her mother warned. Ahh, the supervisor had a name now, but Christy just grinned, knowing she wasn’t really in any trouble.

The mom got up from her chair and stuck out her hand, “I’m Terri,” she said, “the little smart-ass is Christy, and the other one is Trish. Twins, though obviously not identical.” We chatted for a bit longer, getting to know each other a bit, and while we were talking, a man came up to where we were, toweling himself dry. The dad. I noticed he was checking me out. I was wearing white cotton short shorts and a t-shirt that had “Crabby Carl’s” written on it, a local seafood shack. He was positively leering. I could have told him not to waste his time because I am 100% lesbian, but I didn’t, letting him leer at me and build up sexual energy for his wife. I glanced down to his middle. Yep. Definitely checking me out. I glanced at the girls and was surprised to see Christy had noticed her father’s new growth as well. She was still smiling mischievously, and I knew I had at least one sexually precocious girl on my hands. This was good news.

Terri introduced her husband, Jim, and we shook hands. His leer stayed glued to his face the entire time.

Soon the girls were standing beside me and checking me out as well. They had been forewarned of what would be happening, and they were naturally curious about the woman they would be spending the night with.

After we chatted for a few minutes more, trading cell numbers and finalizing plans, Terri offered her hand in a final good-bye. “Do you mind if you keep them until this time tomorrow? We don’t mind paying extra.”

“That will be fine,” I say, letting her know my price for a full twenty-four hours. She agreed without comment. Soon I had the very large beach bag that was loaded with the girls’ clothes and toiletries and the three of us were off.

“Are you any fun?” asked Trisha.

“Well, I’m known for liking to treat little girls to pizza for dinner and ice cream cones for dessert,” I say, smiling at them. Trisha and Christy smiled at each other at this news.

“We’re all for that!” said Christy.

“We have to stop and get you two cleaned up before we go anywhere else. You’re covered in sand,” I said. “It’s a good thing my apartment is close by; otherwise, you’d have to take cold showers in the beach dressing rooms. I don’t have a key to your hotel room, so my place it will have to be.”

“I don’t like cold showers,” Christy said.

“Me neither,” said Trish.

“Well, when we get to my place, we can all take a hot shower, okay?”

“You mean you’re going to take one too?” asked Christy.

“Of course. I figure we could just take one together since we’re all girls. It’ll be faster that way, don’t you think?”

“I’ve never taken a shower with a grown woman before except my mom,” said Christy.

“Same here,” said Trish.

“Well, the way I see it, the sooner we are all in the shower, the sooner we can start having fun,” I said, thinking they don’t know the fun I’m talking about since it will start in the shower but still sure they will end up liking my form of fun and games.

“Okay,” said Christy. “I s’pose we can do that,” she said, continuing her leadership role with Trish.

“I bet you’re older,” I said to Christy, smiling at her.

“By three minutes. How’d you know?”

“Because you’re the bossy one,” said Trish, giggling.

We arrived at my apartment, and I took them directly to my bedroom. I was eager to see them naked.

“Take off your swimsuits and put them in the corner. I can wash and dry them later,” I told them. In seconds they were naked and giggling. The fact they were nude in front of a woman they’d just met was obviously raising the excitement level. They watched as I removed my own clothes.

“You’re not wearing panties!” Trish said, pointing at my shaved and waxed pussy as it came into view when I began pulling down my shorts.

“You weren’t either,” I countered.

“But we were in swimsuits,” said Christy. “You’re not supposed to wear panties with swimsuits.”

“Well, I like to go around without panties on whenever I can,” I answer. “In fact, I usually walk around naked when I’m in my apartment.”

“Really?” asked Trish and I nodded. “Like all the time?” I nodded again.

“I’m actually a bit of a nudist.” The girls exchanged glances that said they were definitely with someone different tonight. I could tell by the twinkle in their eyes they already liked me, and the revelation that I like to be naked was just icing on the cake.

“You’re pretty,” said Christy.

“Hey, you don’t have any hair down there either!” said Trish, noticing my recently waxed pussy.

“Yeah, I saw that too. Why don’t you have any hair on your po-po?” Christy asked, using a childish word for my pussy.

“You mean on my pussy?” I asked and noticed the shocked grins that were sprouting on their faces with my use of the ‘bad’ word.

“My teacher heard a boy say that and she said that’s a bad word!” Trish said.

“Well, normally it is, but while we’re together, we can use bad words like that. I don’t mind and I won’t tell either.”

“What kinda bad words?” Trish asked.

“Any of them,” I said. “You can even say ‘fuck’ around me if you want. I won’t say anything to anyone about it. But it has to be only when we’re alone, okay? Other grownups wouldn’t like it. And you especially can’t tell your mom or dad. They would totally freak out.”

“I saw my parents fuck one time,” said Christy, boldly trying out the new rule. “I walked into their bedroom and it took me a minute to figure out what they were doing. It was just like that picture Bobby Carpenter showed me one time.”

“He’s this boy who lives in our neighborhood,” said Trish, saying ‘boy’ as if it were the dirtiest word around.

“Do you think he showed you that picture because he wants to fuck you?” I asked. I was thrilled the conversation had turned to sex so quickly.

“He’s 13 so I don’t know but he did show me his thingy one time and said since I’d seen his I had to show him my po-po — I mean my pussy.” Christy giggled at her use of the word.

“I’ve seen it too,” said Trish. “It was all hard on the inside but soft on the outside.”

“You touched it?!” asked Christy, her mouth open in surprise.

“Well, he touched my po — pussy, so I had to touch his thi — cock.”

They were obviously getting used to the idea of using the ‘bad’ words. I leaned down and, putting one hand under each butt, I lifted them and carried them to my bathroom. I even managed to “accidentally” slip my pinkie finger between their legs to feel their smooth slits. Christy made a tiny gasp when I did this, followed by one from Trish. I set them down and started adjusting the water. I noticed them lean into each other and whisper, and they giggled together in a moment of sharing a secret. I knew what they were discussing though I couldn’t hear them over the rushing water–they were obviously talking about my wayward pinkie fingers. After regulating the water, I lifted the button to start the shower and stepped into the tub, holding out my hands to them as I did. They quickly joined me, smiles decorating their faces.

“You know there’s a game I sometimes play with the more grownup girls I sit with when we take a shower,” I said, knowing they would be eager to be considered one of the ‘grownup’ girls.

“What?” they asked in unison.

“We play wash-each-other,” I said. “It works like this. I wash you two and you wash me.”

“All over?” Christy asked, obviously getting the extent of the game immediately. I saw on her face a bit of shock as well as a hope that I would say yes. Her sexual precociousness was on full throttle.

“Of course all over,” I said. “Otherwise, you won’t be clean enough to eat.” I smiled at them, knowing they would not really get the full meaning of my words.

“Are you really gonna eat us?” asked Trish.

“Not like EAT you, eat you. Anyway, I only eat little girls who WANT me to eat them. And you know what?”

“What?” they asked, in unison.

“Almost every little girl I sit with ends up BEGGING me to eat her!” I say, laughing a bit.

“Nuh-uh,” said Trish.

“Uh-huh…you’ll see,” I said, flashing a knowing smile their way. “Then they beg me to eat them again!”

I looked down at them and saw their puzzled looks. They could see I was being honest with them, but they couldn’t figure out what I meant by “eat them.”

Christy, of course, was the first to ask about it. “Do you mean like use your mouth to tickle?”

“Well, it doesn’t really tickle. It feels good. In fact it feels better than anything you’ve ever felt before.”

Now I had them truly interested, their curiosity driving them along a highway that would take them to new heights.

“Huh?” said Trish.

“You’ll see. Now who’s first to be washed?”

“Me! Me!” they said together.

“Well, usually the older girl gets washed first, but I think it’s time the younger girl got to go first. Then I will wash you, Christy, okay?”

“Okay,” said Christy, as she watched me bathe her sister.

I didn’t want to move too quickly with things; I didn’t want to scare them. So I took it slowly. First, using my bare hands and baby shampoo and body wash, I started with her hair and face. After that, I moved to the shoulders and arms. Next I washed her chest and back, not yet moving to the more interesting areas. Then I washed her feet and legs. While washing her legs, I made sure to brush up against her little pussy with my hands. Then I washed her butt, making sure to spend a good deal of time on the crack and anus. Then I moved to her bald little pussy. I could see by both of their stares that they had been waiting for this moment. I could tell that Christy was getting antsy waiting for her turn. I was beginning to feel the sexual excitement from the girls.

My hands soaped her little mound and slit. It was a gentle body wash, so I knew I could apply it anywhere, so I did. I spent well over a minute rubbing my soapy fingers into her slit, making sure to rub her tiny clit while I was there. Trish was beginning to squirm noticeably. Her breathing was becoming deeper, nearly a panting. I looked into her eyes and smiled. She looked to be in a trance. When I winked at her, she smiled, but her gaze was mostly on her pussy and the soapy hand that was making it feel so good. She was watching what I was doing intently, as if she didn’t want to miss a stroke. I stopped and rinsed my hands in the shower, but I heard her moan of disappointment when I was no longer touching her little pussy.

“Why’d you stop?” she asked, clearly wanting me to resume masturbating her.

“Because you’re clean now and I have to wash Christy,” I said. “Were you enjoying how I was washing your pussy?”

“Yeah,” she said. “It felt super good.”

“Well, maybe after the shower I can show you some more things that feel good down there. Would you like that?”

“Uh-huh,” she said, clearly still in a bit of a daze from the stimulation.

“Have either of you ever touched your pussies like that?” I asked, getting the soap and lathering up to bathe Christy.

“Sometimes,” said Christy. “It feels real nice.”

“Have you ever touched each other’s pussies before?”

The girls exchanged a glance, and I knew the answer, just as I knew they were about to deny it anyway.

“It’s okay to tell me. It’s like the dirty words. I’ll never tell a soul.”

“Yeah, sometimes,” said Christy. “We just enjoy how it feels, that’s all.”

“Well, you can touch each other all you want around me,” I said. “Just as long as I can touch you too.”

The girls grinned at each other. “Sure!” said Trish, who had started coming out of her daze a bit.

Christy was ready for me and soon I had moved to the middle area of her body, having moved along a bit faster with her now that the ground rules had been established for touching. She moaned slightly when I touched her clit. I continued rubbing it, knowing she was enjoying how it felt. I realized that, like most of the girls I watch, they have started to figure out the real reason for this “game” in the shower. Soon I had Christy moaning quite a bit. Once again, I stopped before we got too far and announced that now it’s my turn to get washed. I sat down in the shower on the small seat built into the corner of the tub and allowed them to put shampoo in my hair. Christy, though, decided to waste little time with the non-sexual areas and quickly moved to my boobs. She was obviously loving the feel and heft of them, though they aren’t very big, as she bathed them. Being only nine, however, she wasn’t experienced enough to know what really felt good to a grown woman.

“Play with the nipples. Tweak and pinch them,” I told her. After beginning that, she realized this was causing me immense pleasure. All pretenses were nearly gone now. This was no longer about getting clean. This was about sexual contact. Soon, Trish was “washing” one boob while Christy did the other.

“Okay, now it’s time for my butt and pussy,” I said, standing up on wobbly legs. They began to soap their hands and take turns, with Christy starting on my pussy and Trish on my butt. They were giggling and obviously LOVING this shower. Soon, they switched places. “Let me show you girls something,” I said, and spreading my labia, I began to point out areas of my pussy. “That’s my clit,” I said, pointing to my pleasure button. “That’s where it feels the best when it’s rubbed, or licked or kissed.”

“You mean someone licks and kisses you down there?” asked Christy.

“Sure. Why do you think we’re getting so clean down there?” I asked, and it dawns on them.

“Is THAT what you meant by eating us?” asked Christy, grinning in the excitement of having figured out the riddle.

“Sure is. And I can tell you that NOTHING feels better on this earth. And I’ve got a long line of little girls to back me up on that.”

“But isn’t that where you pee from?” asked Trish, scrunching her nose in distaste.

“Yes, hon, but first, I’ll be as clean as your arm, and second, pee is sterile. It has no germs in it.”

“Really?” they asked together.

“Really. Anyway, pee doesn’t taste bad at all.”

“You’ve tasted it?” asked Christy.

“Well, not a lot at one time, like in a glass or something, but I’ve tasted pee when I ate another girl before, and I’ve tasted my own pee when I’ve been rubbing my pussy to feel good and lick my hands and fingers after. It’s really not bad at all. Otherwise, people wouldn’t lick girls at all, and I can tell you that all men who aren’t gay and a lot of women lick girls all the time. I’d even bet your daddy licks your mommy.”

They looked at each other in amazement.

“Tell you what. Let’s get out of the shower–it’s getting low on hot water anyway–and we’ll go into my bedroom and I’ll show you how good it feels to have someone lick your pussy.”

Christy started moving so quickly I thought she was in a hurry to get there before I changed my mind. We dried off and I took them into my bedroom. We got on my bed, a king, and I had them lie down next to each other.

“When I’m done, you’ll have a great new thing to do with each other when you’re alone together. You’re gonna LOVE this! But again, you can NEVER tell anyone about this, especially your mommy and daddy.”

“They’d go ape-shit!” said Trish, giggling at her use of the adult word she’d obviously heard someone else say.

I bent over and began kissing and fondling Christy first, figuring she had to wait to be washed, so she’d get the first orgasm. Soon I was licking her as expertly as I could. Her mound tasted like heaven. It was as delicious as new-ripened watermelon, and nearly as juicy. I nearly came just from eating her hairless little pussy. I rubbed it all over with my tongue, kissed it, and plunged my tongue into every crevice. Meanwhile, I gently began to massage the tiny flower of her butthole with my finger, teasing it and secretly supplying her with a pleasure she’d never known before, along with the approaching bliss of her first orgasm.

Christy had begun to thrash around on the bed and moan and grunt as the delightful sensations swept over her. After about seven or eight minutes, it became obvious she was about to come for the first time.

“I think I have to pee,” she gasped.

I stopped for a moment. “No, honey, you don’t. It’s that best feeling in the world I told you about trying to come out. Just let it happen,” I said before diving right back into her little mound. I noticed Trish beside me now, watching intently to learn what I was doing.

Christy was bucking around and squirming as the orgasm took over her body and mind. I could feel her body throbbing in satisfaction as the orgasm engulfed her. When she had finished and was catching her breath, she just said, “Wow!”

“My turn! My turn!” said Trish, and I moved to her and began exploring her bald pussy. She had gotten quite horny for a nine-year-old from watching what I was doing to Christy. It took her about five minutes before the orgasm began to wash over her. She was just as delicious as Christy had been. She didn’t stop me when she felt the approaching orgasm as Christy had. However, like Christy, she was bucking and screaming as the waves of pleasure crashed into her, spreading from her pussy to every fiber of her body.

“Fuck!” she said and began to giggle. Christy joined her and they hugged in the heat of the moment.

“Kiss each other,” I said. This they did without hesitation, and it occurred to me they had probably tried this before. After they had kissed for a bit, I explained about French kissing. They were unsure but willing to try it. Soon we were all three making out like teenagers.

“Now, it’s my turn to come,” I said.

“Come?” asked Trish.

“It’s that wonderful feeling you had when I was eating you,” I said. They both nodded in understanding.

“Oh. You want us to eat you now?”

“Yes,” I said. “But first I have to explain about the juices I have in my pussy.”

I did the best job I could explaining that, saying that they had some juices, but not nearly as much as they would be getting when they grew older. I told them I lick it off my fingers after playing with my pussy and that it tastes great.

They were reluctant, but willing. When they moved down there, they began to lick me lightly at first. Soon, however, they began to get the hang of it and were really going at it.

“This DOES taste good!” said Christy while waiting for Trish to move so she could eat me some more.

When Trish came up for air so Christy could re-commence her “meal,” she said, “Yeah, it’s great! Thanks for showing us this, Cheryl!”

Soon, I was close and announced I was going to come. And then I did. That’s putting it too mildly. I exploded. It was one of the best orgasms I’d ever had.

Afterwards, we lay together in my bed, naked and enjoying the freedom to do what we wanted. The two girls had been resting, but now I noticed they were looking at each other in silent communication. Without a word, Christy moved over my body to get to Trish. They began to kiss and soon their kisses became passionate. I marveled at the fervor of these lovely nine-year-old girls who, just an hour ago, had never really done anything sexual beyond some touching and playing with each other and themselves, but not to climax. Christy moved down and started tonguing Trish’s bald pussy. Soon Trish was starting to thrash around in obvious pleasure.

“Here, let me help you,” I said and pulled Christy’s body into the 69 position so they could eat each other’s pussy. This was a revelation to them. Soon, they are bucking and moaning and coming into each other’s mouths. And as I watched, I was in heaven. Nothing is more beautiful to me than two sisters learning how to pleasure each other.

I lay back, smiled, and looked at the clock. I still had over twenty-two hours before I had to get them back to Terri and Jim.

I love my job!

 

Continue on to Chapter 2

My Cumming of Age

  • Posted on May 9, 2015 at 3:56 am

By Cheryl Taggert

This is a fictionalization of my first time with an older girl when I was nearly 13. I hope you like it! I’d actually come for the first time years before this event, and I’ve spiced it up some, but other than that, it’s fairly accurate. Enjoy!

The summer before I turned 13, my parents decided to go out of town one weekend. Knowing I would complain about having a babysitter, they hired the college aged daughter (22) of the people next door to be my “companion” for the weekend. I was fine with this because I had a crush on Jackie, the girl who would be staying with me. I did know about lesbians and had figured out that I was one. Boys did not do anything for me. Girls, on the other hand, set my imagination on fire. I would be starting seventh grade in just a few weeks, so I was feeling rather “grown up” and decided that I was ready for more grown up things.

I had talked to Jackie about personal stuff before… periods, guys (I didn’t want her to know I was lesbian), even birth control (which of course I didn’t need). I had been rubbing my pussy for some time now, and had not had an orgasm. I really didn’t even know what one was, but the girls at school talked as if I would definitely know if I ever had one. I decided I could talk to Jackie about them and see if she could 1) shed any light on what it felt like and/or 2) tell me what I was doing wrong when I masturbated. I knew she masturbated cos she had told me once that it could take the place of having sex with a guy if I felt the need for sex. (It was part of our “birth control” talk.) I had not admitted to her that I had tried masturbation before. But she had told me during our talk the most basic stuff (you rub yourself with a finger or your hand, etc.). So I felt I could ask her, because she had told me I should try it because I might like it. While I had a crush on Jackie, actually having a sexual encounter was only a vague part of the plan. I just wanted to find out how to have an orgasm.

The weekend finally arrived and she brought her overnight bag. I was anxious to get on with the girl talk, so I followed her into the guest room to help her unpack. I remember she looked a little uncomfortable when I did, so I asked her if she didn’t want me to help her. My twelve-year-old mind could not grasp why she would be uncomfortable about that. She told me she had some personal things that she wasn’t sure she wanted me to see. I guess she could see the hurt look as I said something like, “sure, okay” and began to leave the room because she told me I could stay as long as I didn’t tell anyone about what she had brought over that was so personal. Now I was really curious. I immediately promised not to breathe a word to anyone. She told me to sit on the bed, and she would show me.

The first few things weren’t anything spectacular, mostly just stuff for bed time and such like a nightie, fresh panties and bra, skin products… that kind of stuff. Finally, she looked at me and said, “You are SURE you won’t tell anyone?” I nodded emphatically. Then closing the door to the room (my parents were still there), she brought a vibrator our of her bag. It was shaped like a penis with a knob at the base to turn it on. I think my jaw must have dropped all the way to the bed. Of course I had heard of them, but I had never actually seen one. She handed it to me and I rubbed my hands over it. I realized that Jackie had fucked herself with this thing, and felt my pussy getting wet with the image. I turned the knob on the end and the tiny motor sprang into life. My imagination went wild as I began to picture myself with this artificial penis.

Suddenly my mom called that she and my dad were leaving. I quickly switched the vibrator off and Jackie put it in the bedside drawer. I made a mental note of its location and left the room with Jackie behind me. We said goodbye to my parents. As soon as they left, we returned to the room to finish what little unpacking there was. I asked Jackie if I could hold the vibrator again. Smiling she took it out and handed it to me.

“Do you know how to use one?” she asked me.

Blushing, I told her that I had never seen one before but had heard about them.

“Do you remember our conversation about masturbation?”

“Yes.”

“Well, that is about the best way to masturbate. It can make you have orgasm on top of orgasm.”

“I’ve never had one.” I had never dreamed this conversation would come so easily.

We were both sitting on the bed by now. “Have you tried?” she asked. I turned on the vibrator and wrapped my hand around it. I did not know exactly how it would feel on my pussy, but I knew that it would feel good. And I was eager to try it. In fact, I was getting VERY eager.

“Lots of times. But even though it feels good, I don’t think I have had one before.”

“Oh, you’d know.” I was sitting “Indian style” on the bed, as was she. As I looked at her, I caught her looking a bit lower than I expected. I was wearing very short cutoffs and I realized she could probably see my panties. I didn’t mind. It was just a thought that occurred to me.

She took the vibrator and turned it off then handed it back. “You don’t want to wear out the batteries,” she smiled, “at least not when it isn’t doing its duty.” I could feel that the vibrator had grown quite warm from the heat of the motor and the vibrations.

“I have something else,” she confessed. “But you can’t tell anyone about it, either.”

“Of course I won’t,” I answered. She reached behind her and pulled a video from where it was hidden. She had removed it from her bag when I was busy examining the vibrator. There were pictures from the movie on the cover. I reached out and took it. I was suddenly aware that my pussy was on fire, hotter than it ever had been before. I recognized this as a good thing. Each movement brought major tingles to my entire pelvis. I looked more closely at the pictures. There was a man and woman fucking, a woman sucking a guy’s cock, one of a man fucking a woman while she sucked another guy’s cock, and more of the same. Then I saw the one of the two girls. One girl had a finger or two in the other girl’s pussy and was licking her clit with the tip of her tongue. I tried not to dwell too long on this picture, and continued looking at the other pictures, managing to keep my eye on the one of the two women. Then I noticed another picture of two women. The title had something about “All Amateur” with some number. I became aware that Jackie was looking at me. I blushed, aware that she knew the effect the pictures on the video were having on me.

“Would you like to watch it?”

I nodded, not believing how great this whole thing was turning out to be. Of course I had no idea then the whole thing had been planned to seduce me. I just thought I had benefited from a series of very lucky events.

“C’mon,” she said, taking the movie.. and the vibrator.. and heading for our basement, which had been set up as a den/game room. Of course she knew her way around our house. She had been here numerous times with her parents.

There was a big screen TV with VCR on one wall, and a couple of chairs and a sofa facing it. The sofa was a “hide-a-bed” for when company would visit and we needed the extra sleeping room for their kids. We didn’t unfold it… yet. We sat on the sofa after popping in the video.

At first there were some 900 number ads, which were hot, but I was anxious for the real stuff. Jackie pressed the fast forward button and we watched as the girls on the screen performed sex in high speed. “I like to skip this cause they are mostly just actors doing a commercial. I like to get to the movie.” I couldn’t have said it better myself. Finally, the ads were over, and Jackie pushed the play button again.

As the first scene began, Jackie said, “I like amateur videos because you know the people aren’t acting. When the girls are coming, they aren’t faking it.”

“You mean the ones with the actresses are faked?”

“Well, sometimes the girls are faking their orgasms, and sometimes not. I just know with amateur they are NEVER faking.”

The first scene was of a guy and a girl. It looked as though it had been filmed in the bedroom of a trailer or something. The room was so small, the guy and girl were almost bouncing off the walls. But I was getting really hot watching it. I wasn’t interested in the guy, but the girl was pretty. Not cover girl pretty, just nice. And boy, did she like to fuck! The guy ended up doing her doggy style and shooting his sperm onto the girl’s ass.

I suddenly realized I was sweating…a lot. I found this to be funny since all I had done was just sit there. But it had grown definitely warm in the room. I took a second to look at Jackie. She was sweating too.

My focus returned to the screen. Next was a scene with a guy and two girls, the one I had seen a picture from on the cover. When the two girls began to touch and kiss each other, I could feel my heart pounding in my chest. I thought I was going to faint. I felt Jackie looking at me.

“Hon, you okay?”

“Yea, just that I’ve never watched this kind of stuff before.”

“Do you want to turn it off?”

“NO!” My answer betrayed the level of my enjoyment. The girls were sucking the guy’s massive cock. Kissing each other with the hard penis between their lips.

“Honey, if you want to do what comes naturally, that’s okay. I certainly plan to.”

What did she mean? Did she mean just masturbate or doing things like the girls on the screen were doing? My imagination ran wild, but I was certain all she meant was masturbating. I couldn’t help imagining our bodies together like the two girls on the screen.

“Cheryl, do you think it would be okay if I got more comfortable. It’s really hot in here.”

“Yea, I know. Maybe something’s wrong with the AC.”

She giggled. “Honey, you could put the AC on 50 and we would still be sweating. We’re horny. You’re sure it’s okay?”

I nodded and watched as she stood and began removing her t-shirt and shorts. Then she looked down at me and saw me staring. I returned my focus quickly to the movie. The guy was fucking one girl while she was licking the other’s pussy. She noticed my embarrassment at being caught looking at her.

“It’s okay, hon. I like to be looked at.” Unclasping her bra, her breasts spilled into view. They were gorgeous. “Do you think I’m pretty enough to be in one of those movies?”

I just nodded in reply. I was afraid if I spoke it would be a squeak.

“Honey, wouldn’t you be more comfy without all that on? I know you want to do things to yourself. Who knows? You might have your first orgasm.”

I cleared my throat and found my voice. “My breasts aren’t as big as yours.” It was all I could think of to say.

She smiled. “Of course not, hon. You’re just starting to develop and mine are fully developed. Here I’ll help you.” With that she reached for the bottom of my t-shirt and pulled as I raised my arms. My bra came next. “Oh, honey, they are beautiful breasts. Really they are. You’re gonna be some knockout.” I blushed at the compliment. “Lift,” she commanded, after unbuttoning and unzipping my cutoffs. I looked down, unaware she had done that. I lifted my hips and she pulled them down. My panties were dragged over the swell of my ass cheeks and I pulled them back up. “Don’t worry, hon. Mine are coming off very soon.”

She sat down beside me again, a little closer this time, I noticed. The scene of the two girls and guy was obviously winding down to the end. The guy was fucking one of the girls while the other one had her head positioned over the girls ass while rubbing her own pussy. I didn’t know why her face was there until the guy pulled out of the girl’s pussy and shot his sperm into and around the other girl’s mouth. The girl who had been fucked quickly turned around and put her mouth on the guy’s cock. It occurred to me she would also be tasting her own juices.

I glanced over at Jackie. She was watching the movie and her right hand was inside her panties. I could see that it was moving around beneath the material. The sounds of two women on the TV screen pulled my attention back to the movie immediately, where a new scene had begun. Two girls were kissing. I watched for the next several minutes as the two girls undressed each other and began to explore each other’s body with hands, fingers, lips, and tongues. I figured if Jackie didnt mind touching herself in front of me, I could do the same. I began to rub one breast, pinching the nipple, and my hand snuck down to edge beneath my cotton panties. It was the first time I had touched myself that day, and I was literally shocked at how wet my pussy was. The cotton material of my panties beneath my slit was soaked. As I touched my pussy, shock waves rippled throughout my body, causing Jackie to look my way. Suddenly, she stood and pulled her panties down. Her bush was neatly trimmed. Sitting back down, she took the vibrator from where it had been sitting on the end table and turned it on. Placing the fake penis on her pussy, she began to moan and squirm. I looked back at the TV and then to Jackie. She was watching me and my busy hands.

“Take them off,” she moaned. I knew she meant my panties. I lifted my butt from the sofa and slid the wet panties down to my ankles and kicked them off. As I did this, I suddenly noticed the sounds of the vibrator were being altered. The buzzing would increase in volume then become muffled. I looked down at Jackie’s pussy. The vibrator was plunging in and out of her pussy, causing the differences in the sound. I glanced at the TV, which Jackie had begun to watch again. The two girls were on a sofa now.. and one girl was kissing and licking the other’s titties. My mouth watered. When I looked back at Jackie, she was squeezing her breast, her fingers moving toward the nipple and pinching it, and she was looking right at me.  I could see what she wanted in her eyes. She wanted my mouth on her lovely breasts.  She wanted me to do to her what the girl was doing to the other girl on the TV screen.  I was too horny to care about the consequences. I placed my naked body beside Jackie’s and bent to her right breast, the nearest one. My watering mouth devoured her tit. I sucked on the nipple, my right hand working feverishly on my dripping pussy. I looked down at the vibrator plunging in and out of Jackie’s cunt. Throwing caution to the wind, I decided to see what her pussy felt like. I removed my right hand from my pussy and placed it on Jackie’s. Her hips, which had been rocking into the thrusts of her vibrator, began to buck wildly at my touch. I thought she was trying to make me remove my hand, so I did.

“NO!! Put it BACK!” she screamed out. I did. She continued to buck and moan like a wild colt. Her pussy was wetter than mine was and I loved the feel of the slippery flesh beneath my probing fingers. Reaching with her free hand, Jackie moved my fingers to her clit. I could feel the hard button of flesh and realized that this was what I had been missing. I wasn’t paying enough attention to my clit when I masturbated. It is funny how suddenly you can see things so clearly. Holding my hand there, she bucked a few more times and began to cum. She pressed against my hand, the vibrator held deep within her sticky vagina. The muffled buzz was drowned out by Jackie’s screams as her orgasm overwhelmed her. I was amazed. If this was what it was like to cum, I needed to do that, and right away.

She finally came down from the orgasm and removed the vibrator from her cum drenched pussy. Then she did something that shocked and excited me. She brought the artificial cock to her lips and began to suck it, cleaning the wetness from her pussy off of it. My hand had by now returned to my pussy. This time instead of moving all around the vulva, I concentrated on the clit. Jackie sat up slowly.

“Turn about is fair play,” she said, and molded her lips to my small left tit. I could feel her tongue massaging the nipple. Then her hand joined mine. I was in ecstasy. I could feel my pussy spasm with each touch. Then she did something I didn’t expect. She quickly moved her mouth from my titty to my clit. I watched in amazement and outright lust as this 22 year old neighbor whom I had a crush on licked and sucked my pussy. My hips thrust instinctively to meet her tongue and lips. That was it. My body began to shiver and shake as I seemed to explode from deep within my belly. Spasms racked my young body for the first time. My head swam and my hips bucked as the orgasm finished. It was amazing. Then she was kissing me. I could taste my juices on her lips. I decided I liked the flavor, a little salty, tangy. Then the thought occurred to me that her juices were probably mingled with mine since she had sucked on her vibrator after doing herself with it. I decided then and there that I would taste her pussy. But first, of course, we needed to rest. The video had moved on to another scene, but we didn’t care. We held each other in the afterglow of our sex.

“Do you hate me?” she asked, obviously worried about what I was thinking about her activities with me, a pubescent girl 10 years younger.

“Hate you??! I LOVE YOU!!” I said and kissed her.