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

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