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Nanna Comes to Help, Chapter 4

  • Posted on May 10, 2015 at 1:56 pm

By Naughty Mommy

Not long after we arrived home from our wonderful dinner, my mother went to the kitchen phone to call her sister. Apparently the answering machine picked up, because I heard her starting to leave a message.

Just then, Jordan came racing out from her bedroom. She’d already taken off the pretty dress she wore to the restaurant and now was in nothing but a tiny pair of panties. She jumped into my arms.

“Mommy, are we gonna take a bath? Is Nanna gonna take it with us? Can we all fit in the tub?” She was breathless with anticipation.

I laughed, “Well, I don’t know if we could all fit at once, honey. Probably not, it’s not a very big tub. But I’m sure we’ll think of something.”

My mother finished the message, then came and sat on the sofa, squeezing in beside me. “I’ll call them again tomorrow and make sure everything’s set. I know she and Stephanie are excited about the trip.”

“I am too,” I told her. “I really am. It should be fun.”

“Speaking of fun…” Nanna reached out to fondle her granddaughter’s nipple, making Jordan giggle excitedly.

“She wants to know if the three of us can take a bath together,” I chuckled. “That could be a tight squeeze.”

“Hm, well, maybe.” My mother laid her hand on my thigh, sliding it up between my legs under the short leather skirt I was wearing. “I kind of like the idea of a tight squeeze with you. With both of you.”

I opened my bare legs, allowing her hand to move up even farther, until it reached my crotch. Jordan was watching closely. My mother started rubbing my pussy through my thin panties, then leaned toward me, parting her lips and bringing her mouth to mine.

We kissed wetly, my mother’s tongue in my mouth, her hand groping between my legs. Then I felt other hands on my breasts, small hands. It was my little girl. I opened my eyes and looked at Jordan. She was straddling my thigh, humping my leg, her face becoming flushed with erotic arousal as she fumbled to unbutton my blouse. My mother was kissing my neck now, licking and sucking. She pulled roughly on my panties, tugging them aside, eager to get at my sex.

“Wait a minute, you two,” I laughed. “Are we… shouldn’t we go in the bedroom or something?”

“What’s wrong with right here?” My mother murmured as she slipped her fingers between my labia. I was already very juicy, very turned on.

“Yeah, Mommy, Nanna and me played Pony-Pony on the sofa before. Didn’t we, Nanna?”

“Uh-huh.”

“Pony-Pony? What’s that?” I managed to ask as I felt a finger enter my vagina.

My mother sat up now, grinning at me. With one hand she pushed her hair back from her face. The other hand she left where it was, between my legs, her finger sliding slowly in and out. “You don’t know what Pony-Pony is?”

“No, I don’t,” I replied, licking my lips. I was watching my daughter. Jordan had managed to get my blouse open and she’d discovered the front clasp on my bra, which she was unhooking. “It’s not the same as Pony?”

“Uh-uh,” my little girl shook her head, “it’s different.” She put her hands over my breasts, squeezing the nipples. I gasped in pleasure.

“Do you want to show your Mommy how we play Pony-Pony?” Nanna asked.

“In a minute. First I wanna do this.” Jordan took one of my long nipples into her mouth and began sucking. I laid my head back, closing my eyes. It felt so good.

My mother was kissing my neck, my daughter was sucking my nipple, my mother was fucking my pussy, my daughter was humping my leg, and I was almost instantaneously on the verge of an orgasm.

As I felt Jordan’s hand grabbing my other tit, pinching the nipple very hard while she sucked and bit the nipple in her mouth — she somehow knew exactly what I liked best, what would please me the most — and as I felt my mother slide a second finger inside of me, while also massaging my clit with her thumb, I felt my whole body begin to tremble and quake. But not quite there yet, not quite, almost. Just two or three more deep plunges of my mom’s long fingers, reaching up inside me, a few more strokes of her thumb on my clit, another squeeze of my nipple from my little girl, my hot sexy 7-year-old daughter who was sucking my tit, and —

I came very hard and very wetly.

Later I thought to myself, it’s a good thing we have such an old sofa, already worn and stained, because I really left a gooey mess on it. But at the time I wasn’t thinking about that, or about much of anything at all. I was just letting myself enjoy the unrestrained pleasure of an incestuous lesbian orgasm, my daughter sucking me, my mother fucking me, and me climaxing with them and for them. It was sheer delight.

It took me a minute or so to recover, and when I did, I found my mom and my daughter directly in front of my eyes, leaning across from either side, kissing, using their tongues, both sort of moaning and sighing as they enjoyed each other’s mouths. I watched them for a bit, just taking in the wondrous sight, before saying, softly, “Hey, you two, shall we go take a bath now?”

They ended the kiss, both smiling at me. Then Jordan said, “Not yet, Mommy. We have to show you Pony-Pony, remember?”

“Oh, that’s right, I forgot. What’s Pony-Pony?”

“You have to get up so we can do it.”

As I stood, somewhat unsteadily, my little girl skinned out of her undies, leaving herself totally nude. She lay down on the sofa on her back, with one foot on the floor and the other high on the back of the sofa.

Nanna smiled at her. “So you want me on top?”

“Yeah,” Jordan nodded.

“Okay. Let me get out of these clothes.”

My mother was still completely dressed, except for her shoes. I was about half-dressed myself, with my blouse and bra hanging open, my leather skirt bunched around my waist, and my panties askew. Jordan, of course, was sprawled naked on the couch, her little pussy in plain sight. It would have made an interesting tableau for someone coming in and finding us that way.

A minute later we were all three undressed.

“Why don’t you tell your Mommy how we play Pony-Pony,” my mother suggested, as she began to position herself on top of my daughter.

“Okay, um, instead of riding Pony on the tongue, like before, now we just ride Pony on the Pony. See?”

“Okay,” I nodded. The explanation didn’t make a lot of sense to me, but it was pretty clear what they were doing once they started.

My mother straddled Jordan’s leg, the leg facing the floor, while putting her knee under her other thigh. As she slid in close, bringing their vulvas almost together, she whispered, “Open it up for me, baby.”

I saw my little girl reach down to separate her pussy lips, pulling her labia back to expose her clit. Her Nanna did the same thing, pulling back her own labia with her fingers and then carefully lowering herself until they were joined, clit to clit, pussies kissing.

Jordan smiled up at me. “I like this. It feels really good.”

“Yes, I’ll bet it does.”

“You can do it with me too, Mommy, later.”

“Okay.”

But for now all the attention was focused on a sexy 44-year-old woman and her granddaughter, only 7, and on their two pussies. My mother began to move very slowly on top of Jordan, and it was obvious to me that with such exact positioning even the slightest motion would have a powerful impact.

Jordan groaned, her body flinching involuntarily, when her clitoris was stimulated. I had seen how wet my mother’s cunt already was, so there was really no question of lubrication. They had plenty. It was a matter of finding the right spot, the perfect spot, and then holding it and moving only a little, just a little bit, letting the pressure start to build, clits becoming even more erect, juices flowing, bodies heating up. From above it may have looked as though almost nothing was happening, just a barely perceptible movement. But I could sense, as a woman, what it must have felt like — and I wanted to try it myself!

I rubbed my pussy with my fingers as I watched them, but I wasn’t really trying to come. I was too fascinated by what I was seeing.

After only a minute or so, they were both breathing very hard. Jordan’s eyes were closed, her face pinched in concentration. I could see my mother trembling, trying to hold herself back, not let loose yet, just maintain that position, keep up the little sliding motion, wet clit on wet clit, get them both right on edge so that at the very same time they could reach the pinnacle.

Then all of a sudden Jordan was kind of huffing and puffing, her face turning red, her hands clenching the sofa cushions. Nanna saw this, heard it, moved a little faster, a little faster, she was almost ready, both almost ready, and then, and then — and then they were coming together. Wow!!

I felt as happy then as I would if I had been in the middle of it with them. Just seeing the two of them, my two lovers, seeing them experience such joy, such elation, such release, was something I will never forget. Seeing their triumph, knowing how great they both must have felt at that moment made me happier than I had ever been in my life.

I let them have their climax, their mutual simultaneous orgasms, I let them feel it all for themselves, and then, finally, as they started to come down from the summit, I just had to hold them, squeeze them, tell them both how much I loved them. We hugged and kissed and laughed together, three lesbian lovers, three generations, three united in lust and love.

And then it was bath time.

We walked hand in hand in hand into our little bathroom, a single bath in a small two-bedroom house. We crowded in together, naked and giggling, not all at once in the tub, mind you, that wouldn’t quite work. But as the tub filled up with suds and bubbles, Jordan got in first and then I joined her. Nanna started washing us, sitting or kneeling at the side of the tub, washing us both all over, everywhere. When that was done, I sat on the edge of the tub and shaved my legs and my pussy while they watched.

After I rinsed, Nanna got in the tub with Jordan, and my daughter and I washed her all over, everywhere. As I was rinsing her breasts, paying special attention to her nipples, loving how they felt under the touch of my wet fingers, playing with them, squeezing them and pulling on them, my mother started breathing hard again. I couldn’t quite see under the soapy water, but it looked as if she might be masturbating. Maybe Jordan was helping too, they both had their hands down there. Then my mother said to me, “Suck my nipples, Stacie. Suck mommy’s nipples.”

And so I did. For the first time since I was just a baby I took a woman’s nipples into my mouth — my own mother’s nipples, my sweet mommy, the woman I have loved all my life, loved and worshipped, the woman I missed so much when she was away for so long, and now she was back, my wonderful mother, my own mommy, and I was sucking her nipples. I held her other breast in my hand as I sucked, feeling its weight, its softness, lightly squeezing the breast, pinching the nipple. I shifted back and forth between her breasts, squeezing and sucking, touching and kissing, and soon my mother was climaxing. Oh what joy!

When my mom finished coming, we all three kissed again, and then we dried each other off, brushed our teeth, and headed for the bedroom.

“Mommy?”

“Yes, honey?”

“Want me to do Pony-Pony on you now?” Jordan asked as I was pulling down the covers.

“Ooh, that sounds nice!”

So I lay back on the bed, completely naked, lifting one leg up high, offering myself to my daughter. We both used our fingers to open our labia, and then Jordan mounted me, carefully placing her pussy over mine. She started rocking back and forth on top of me, a little girl fucking her mother, clit to clit, and while she wasn’t nearly as skilled with this technique as Nanna, it felt absolutely wonderful to me.

I loved watching her that way, seeing this beautiful pre-pubescent child, all smooth soft skin, rubbing her sexy body against mine. Her movements had the effect of getting her stimulated faster than me, though, and it wasn’t very long until she was almost ready to come while I was still getting there. It actually amazed me how sexually responsive she was, how quickly she could approach orgasm — at only 7 years old!

Her eyes were shut and I could hear her whispering, “Mommy, Mommy, Mommy,” as she repeatedly slid her little clit up and down over mine. I was beginning to get close too, but it wouldn’t be soon enough to catch up with her. My daughter had both hands on my leg, the one I was holding up in the air, and now she pulled it closer to her, leaning her warm body against my thigh as she moved faster and faster and faster — and then as she started to come she wrapped both arms tightly around my leg, hugging me, thrusting her pussy against mine, crying out in passion.

Seeing her climax was nearly enough to bring me at the same time, but not quite. I just watched her, marveling at the spectacle of a young girl fucking her mom, my own little girl fucking me!

Lying beside me, my mother was watching too, and she’d been masturbating the whole time. Now, as Jordan came, so did her Nanna. I found myself surrounded by orgasms, one on top of me and another next to me, a girl and a woman coming at the same time, the intoxicating aroma of juicy female sex filling my bedroom.

At the end, when they both were fully spent, my little girl slumped into my arms and my mom curled up next to me, hugging me. We rested together, their heavy breathing slowly beginning to calm.

After a time, I reached over and switched off the bedside lamp then pulled the covers over us. Jordan had fallen asleep, her body a warm blanket on top of me. The clock said it was almost 10:00, well past her bedtime, so it was no wonder she was snoozing so soundly.

I was almost asleep too, when my mother whispered, “Stacie, I love you.”

“I love you too, Mother, very much.”

It was quiet for another minute or two, and then she asked, “How are you feeling? Are you okay with everything?”

“Uh-huh, sure, I’m fine.”

“No regrets?”

I turned toward her. “No, none at all. I feel wonderful,” I smiled.

It was dark in the room, but enough light filtered in through the curtains that I could see my mother’s face. Her eyes were open. She shifted closer to me, bringing her lips to mine, giving me a tender kiss.

“I just want to make sure you’re okay,” she said.

I took her hand, giving it a squeeze. “Yes, I really am. I’m fine.”

“Because I know I sprung an awful lot on you today, a lot of surprises.”

“You sure did,” I chuckled.

“Maybe it wasn’t right for me to… well, to do all those things I did with Jordan while you were away. It really wasn’t right. I should have talked with you about it first.”

“Mother, don’t worry.”

“I… you know, I just couldn’t help it. That’s my only excuse.”

After another soft kiss, she whispered, “I haven’t ever told you this but, do you remember when you were little, when your father was away, and I would let you spend the night in my bed? Do you remember?”

“Yes, of course I do. I loved that.”

“I did too. And, well, it’s… there’s just something about a little girl, having a little girl in bed with me… I used to become very excited then, and that’s what I’ve never told you. It excited me sexually to be so close to you, holding you and kissing you the way we did.”

“Wow, I never knew.”

“Yes, and, well, obviously I never did anything about it then. But it’s funny, isn’t it, that all these years later…”

My mother paused for a minute, then went on. “After your father and I moved to Seattle, I was very lonely. He was never there, and when he was, well, he never touched me at all. It’s like he wasn’t there even when he was. And I missed you, Stacie, so much.”

“I know, I missed you too.”

“I… I actually thought about experimenting with a woman then, after we moved. When I masturbated, that’s what I would think about, it’s what really got me hot. I thought about it all the time, but I never did anything, with a woman or with a girl, not until now.”

She went quiet again for a long while, before adding, “I’m so glad I finally did it, honey. With you, and with Jordan.”

I raised her hand to my mouth and kissed it. “I love you, Mother.”

I love you too, darling.”

And we fell asleep.

*   *   *

I was the first to wake in the morning. I lay quietly for a while, just thinking. There I was, snuggled in bed with my mother and my daughter, one on either side. These were the two people dearest to me, the people I loved most in the world — and they were also now my lovers! So much had changed in only one day. It was amazing, and it made me very happy.

But then I started to wonder, what would happen when we were on our vacation in San Diego in a few weeks with Veronica and her family, staying in the same place with them? Would they know, would they be able to tell? Would we have to try somehow to hide our newfound intimacy?

I thought some more about it.

Veronica and Stephanie were a lesbian couple. They’d been living together for four or five years now and had three kids. Was it possible that they too, like us… no, it couldn’t be. The things we’d started doing together, that kind of sexual activity between mothers and daughters, people just didn’t do such things in real life, did they? Of course, it was really happening between me and Jordan and my mom, so… who knows?

My mother yawned and stretched. She turned onto her side, facing me. “Good morning, sexy girl.”

“Good morning, Mother,” I smiled.

Pushing herself up on an elbow, she leaned over me to check on Jordan. “The little one is still asleep, huh?”

“Yep. She’s all worn out.”

“Mmm, just look at her, what a beautiful girl.”

“I know, she really is.”

My mother kissed my lips, warmly, then said, “I have a beautiful daughter and a beautiful granddaughter. What a lucky woman I am.”

She kissed me again, and now I felt her hand move to my breast, gently fondling the nipple, bringing it erect. Our lips parted, and we kissed more deeply. Her hand slid down further, between my legs. She caressed my vulva, rubbing me insistently. I felt her tongue in my mouth, her fingers opening my pussy, finding my wetness, and then she was easing down on the bed, pushing the covers away, spreading my legs.

As my daughter slept beside me, my mother put her mouth on my sex. She licked me, sucked me, tasted me, teased my clit with her tongue, slid a finger inside me. I groaned in pleasure. My own mom was eating my pussy, going down on me, and it was unbelievably satisfying, so hot and delicious, so perfect.

She made me come, and when she did, my little girl awoke. She yawned and rubbed her eyes, then gazed at the sight before her, her Nanna’s face between her Mommy’s legs, still sucking and nuzzling and kissing and licking. My daughter smiled at what she saw.

After that we got up and made breakfast, but not before sharing a nice three-way round of wet kisses, my mother’s lips still coated with my juices. It was sloppy and sweet, a wonderful way to start the day.

We had bacon and eggs and toast, along with orange juice and coffee, refueling ourselves after a day and a night of energetic lovemaking. As my mother and I cleaned up the dishes, Jordan asked what we were going to do that day.

“Nothing special that I know of,” I said. “Is there something you’d like to do?”

“Well, I didn’t get to ride Pony on you yet, Mommy, so I wanna do that. Nanna can watch I guess. And, um, and you have to do Pony-Pony on me too. We didn’t do that yet either. I wanna do all of it with you, everything we can do.”

“I don’t have to just watch, you know,” Nanna said, drying her hands on a towel.

“What do you mean?”

“Now that there are three of us, we can sort of mix things up, play both games at once.”

Jordan frowned, not understanding.

“Don’t you see?” Nanna smiled. “We can do them both together. While you’re riding Pony on your Mommy’s tongue, I can do Pony-Pony on her at the same time. Or when she does Pony-Pony on you, I can ride Pony on your tongue. See? We can do them all together, at once.”

“Wow…” My daughter’s eyes went wide, her face aglow with the possibilities.

She grabbed my hand. “C’mon, let’s go do it now!!”

“Yeah, let’s!” I agreed, sweeping her up in my arms and kissing her.

My mother laughed. She kissed us too, but then she said, “Before I forget, though, I want to call Veronica again. It’ll just take a minute, and then we can play our nice games all day long if you want to.”

Jordan and I went out to the living room while Nanna got on the phone. We sat on the sofa, holding hands, my little girl describing all the different variations she could think of for our sexual acrobatics with each other.

A few minutes later, my mother ended the call and then joined us.

“Veronica sends her love,” she said with a smile. “They all do. And they’re really looking forward to going on the trip with us.”


Far away, in San Francisco, Veronica hung up the phone and went to find Stephanie to tell her about the conversation with her sister. She found her in the bedroom, looking at something on the computer.

“So, it looks like we’re all set,” Veronica announced. “Isn’t it great? A whole week on the beach in San Diego — Carol’s already paid for the condo, all we have to do is get down there, and I assume pay for our own food and stuff. What do you think, should we drive or fly?”

“I’m not sure, we’ll have to think about it. This should be a lot of fun, though. I’ve just been looking at some information on the condo.”

“Oh, so that’s what you’re up to.” Veronica leaned over Stephanie’s shoulder, peering at the screen. “I figured you were looking at porn, as usual.”

“No, not this time,” Stephanie chuckled, “or not yet anyway. But check this out, it says the condo is connected with a big fancy hotel, the Playa del Mar. It looks like there are some really nice restaurants there too, a health club, massages, the whole bit. We should have a ball.”

“Wow, that’s awesome.” Veronica tapped on the keyboard, enlarging a picture of the hotel complex. “I can’t wait. Shall we go tell the girls?”

“Yeah, let’s!”

The story continues… HERE

The Joy of Looking, Chapter 50

  • Posted on May 10, 2015 at 9:03 am

By Naughty Mommy

After our amazing adventure with Carla, I was definitely ready for more fun, for even more edgy lesbian excitement. However, things seemed to settle down for the next few weeks. Part of that, I think, was because our mother wanted to make sure Kate and I were not too distracted from our schoolwork or our other responsibilities. She told us we couldn’t watch pornography and masturbate with her except on Friday or Saturday nights. We sometimes nagged her about wanting to do it during the week too, but she was stern about refusing.

My sister had her regular basketball practice, we attended her games, and I went babysitting a couple more times. It got to where our lives were just starting to seem too darn normal. And so I decided to shake things up a bit.

One day after school, I took the bus downtown, getting off at a stop near some big office buildings, and then going inside one of them. I felt myself getting tense as I rode the elevator up to the 25th floor. Entering the lobby of the law firm where my mom was now a partner, I approached Evelyn, the receptionist, a very nice middle-aged woman I had met a few times.

“Hi, Julie, what are you doing here today?” she smiled. “Did you need to see your mother?”

“Yeah, I — oh, sorry, I mean, yes, please. Is she busy?”

“No, I don’t think she is. Let me just check for you.”

She picked up the phone and buzzed my mom’s secretary, and then I was given permission to go in.

My stomach churned as I walked down the hall to her office. My mouth was dry. I’d been thinking about doing this for several days, planning it, but now that the moment was here, I was very nervous.

“Hello, Julie, it’s so nice to see you again.” Rochelle, my mother’s secretary (actually, her title was Executive Assistant) was a redhead, about 35, kind of plump and not very pretty but sweet. My mom always said she was totally great at her job, too, which I suppose was the most important thing. “You can go right in.”

I went through my mother’s door, which was closed. I closed it again behind me. She got up from her desk and greeted me with a hug. “Darling, what are you doing down here? Is everything okay?”

She was wearing a navy blue skirt, knee-length, along with a crisp white long-sleeved blouse. She looked conservative and professional and very attractive.

“Yeah, it’s fine, Mom, everything’s fine,” I smiled. “I just wanted to come and see you. You can, like, keep doing your work and stuff. I’ll just sit and wait until you’re done. Maybe do homework or something.”

“Are you sure you’re okay?” She touched my cheek, looking into my eyes, frowning. “There’s nothing wrong?”

“No, nothing’s wrong. But, um, will it bother you if I just stay here until you finish everything?”

“Of course it won’t bother me, not at all. You want to sit at the table and do your work?” There was a small round table on one side of the office with four chairs around it.

“No, I, I’d rather sit by you. By your desk.” I went to the chair that faced her desk, put my backpack on the floor and sat.

“Okay.” Still frowning, but trying to smile, she returned to her office chair. “I’ve got a brief here that I’m reviewing. It won’t take long. We can leave in a half hour or so.”

“All right.”

I got a history textbook out of my backpack and opened it, pretending to start reading a chapter. The truth was I didn’t have any homework I hadn’t already finished. My mother resumed studying her brief.

After a few minutes, I casually lifted my leg, placing one foot on the edge of the chair. That morning I had deliberately chosen to wear a skirt to school instead of the pants or jeans I typically wore. Although I kept my eyes on the book I wasn’t reading, I was able to tell that my mom had looked up to see the way I was sitting. She didn’t say anything about it, but I’m pretty sure she frowned again.

A few minutes later, I lifted the other foot up. My feet were wide apart, my pleated skirt falling around my waist, my white cotton little girl panties exposed. I kept my eyes firmly on the book, feigning innocence.

My mother cleared her throat. “Julie, what are you doing?”

“Nothing, Mom. Just my homework.”

I heard her sigh, and it seemed like she wanted to say something else, but she didn’t. I could tell her eyes were still on me. Keeping my nose in the history book, I slowly slid a hand around under my thigh and started caressing my pussy through my panties.

“Julie, stop that!” My mother whispered angrily.

“Stop what?”

“You know perfectly well what I’m talking about. Now stop it. You can’t do that here.”

I pulled the panties aside, letting her see my smooth labia.

“What — you can’t do that! What if someone comes in?”

“Don’t you like to look at me?” I teased.

“Of course I do. You know I do. But not, not here. What if someone comes in?”

“Won’t they knock first?”

“Yes, but —”

“Then I’ll just put my legs down.” I demonstrated, putting my feet on the floor, appearing to be a prim young schoolgirl.

“All right, now just stay that way. We can leave in a minute.”

But I didn’t stay that way. Instead, I stood up and reached under my skirt, pulling my little white panties down and off. I sat in the chair again and put both feet back on the seat, my legs wide apart. Grinning, I tossed the panties onto her desk. She quickly grabbed them and hid them on her lap.

“Julie, you’re being very bad!” Her words sounded angry, and yet I could see a smile forming at the corner of her lips. “I like it.”

I didn’t pick up my book again. I slipped both hands around my thighs and gently stroked my pussy lips. I could tell I was very wet inside. “Look at me, Mommy.”

Slowly I parted my lips. She was staring at me. Her eyes went wide as she saw the moisture gleaming inside my pink center.

“Julie, you, I love it, but, I, you really have to stop now…” She had one hand in her lap. Her chair was pushed up to the desk, so I couldn’t see what she was doing, but I guessed she was touching herself.

After dipping a finger inside the opening of my vagina, coating it with my fluids, I began caressing my little clit. I sighed with pleasure.

“No, honey, not… I, we have to stop…” Her movements, however, were becoming more urgent. It didn’t look as though she was going to stop.

“Mommy, I miss you so much when you’re at work and I’m alone,” I told her, in a tiny girl voice. “It makes me want to play with myself.”

“Oh, Julie…”

Still rubbing my clit with one hand, I slid the middle finger of my other hand up inside my pussy. “It makes me want to fuck myself, Mommy. It makes me want to come when I think about you.”

“Honey, no, we can’t…” Her face was flushed. She licked her lips as she stared at me, her hand moving rapidly in her lap.

“I wish you could come over here right now and kiss my little pussy, Mommy. I wish you could lick me. I want to come in your mouth, Mommy. I don’t care if anyone comes in here. I want them to see us.”

“Julie — you’re — you’re gonna make me —”

I rubbed my clit faster. It looked like she was close and I wanted to keep up with her. I could feel my climax approaching. “Mommy, I’m gonna come, right here in your office.”

“Oh — ahh — OHH!!” She shuddered and groaned as her orgasm shook her. She managed to keep her eyes open, to keep looking at my pussy as I fucked myself.

I pressed my finger inside my cunt as far as it would go and rubbed my clit harder. “Mommy, Mommy, watch me, watch me, I’m — now!!”

And I climaxed too. Fortunately, no one did come in and find us that way, a mother and her young daughter masturbating as they watched each other. What a scandal that would be!

We both finished our orgasms, panting and sighing, licking our lips. I put my legs down and smoothed my skirt over my thighs. My mom lifted her hand from her lap and sucked her fingers. She smiled at me and I smiled at her. I picked up my history book.

“I wish you wouldn’t keep distracting me,” I said. “I really have to get this homework done.”

She laughed.

On the way home in the car, I started having second thoughts.

“Mommy, um, if somebody really did come in and see us, see what we were doing there, I mean, you could get in big trouble, right?”

“Well, not really in trouble, perhaps, but it certainly could create a problem. That didn’t happen, though. No one would come in without knocking, or more likely, without calling me first.”

“I know, but, I mean, what if they did? It’s just, I’m really sorry, Mommy. I think it probably was a bad thing for me to do.”

“Oh, precious, please don’t worry about it.” She patted my knee, reassuring me. “You’re such a good girl. No one saw us, and everything is fine. All right?”

She looked over at me and I tried to smile, still a little upset.

“I’m glad you came to see me today, honey. We had fun, didn’t we?”

“Yeah, we did, but…”

“Maybe, though, in the future,” my mother continued, “if we want to do that again, we should try it somewhere else instead of in my office, just to be safe. Okay?”

“Okay,” I nodded.

Now I did feel better, because we’d agreed on what the boundaries should be. “I’m glad I did it this time, though.” I grinned at her and she blew me a kiss.

* * *

That was on a Thursday. After dinner that night, the phone rang. It was Elaine Gallagher asking if I could babysit for her on Saturday. My mom took the phone from me and told her, no, she was sorry, but that she’d made plans for us that night. She said I could come on Friday if that would work. Apparently, though, Elaine couldn’t find a date for Friday, so I stayed home.

I’m glad I did, because it gave Kate and me another chance to watch lesbian porn with Mommy and masturbate with her. We hadn’t been able to do that nearly as much as I wanted, only three or four times so far. Often I was babysitting on Friday or Saturday nights, and if I wasn’t, sometimes Mommy decided to go out herself. She told us we were not allowed to watch porn on our own, only with her. We didn’t like that rule much, but reluctantly we obeyed.

Anyway, that Friday night after Molly had been asleep for a while, we gathered in our mother’s bedroom and she let us pick the one we wanted to see. We chose something called Confessions of the Make-Up Artist. Settling naked into her bed with Mommy’s laptop on the little tray, we watched the sexy action on the screen and touched ourselves and soon we were all climaxing. It was a really hot movie.

We went on that way for more than an hour, masturbating, sometimes kissing, and even fondling each other’s erect nipples too. I wanted to do more than that, of course, much more. I really wanted to do with my mom and Kate everything I’d seen the girls do in those exciting videos. But I was willing to wait. I was sure that would all happen sooner or later.

About 11:30, before the movie was even over, Mommy turned it off and said it was time we went to bed. We started to complain, but when she told us the reason why, we didn’t mind.

“I’m going out tomorrow night, and when I come back, I’m bringing some very special friends with me. I think you’re going to like this a lot,” she leered at us. “So, I want you to try to get some extra sleep tonight because tomorrow night, well, we might all be up pretty late. Okay?”

We both nodded, excited and intensely curious about what she was planning.

“That’s why you couldn’t babysit for Elaine tomorrow, cutie,” she winked at me and tweaked my nose. “Because I didn’t want you to miss this. You’re not upset about that, are you?”

“No, of course not,” I giggled. “But, um, what’s going to happen tomorrow? Can you tell us anything?”

“Yeah, please, Mommy? Tell us!” Kate urged.

“Before I leave tomorrow night, we’ll talk about it some more, all right? Tomorrow. Right now, though, I want you two little sex kittens to get to bed. Masturbate again if you need to, but then please try to fall asleep. I want you both nice and rested when tomorrow comes.”

The way she said that made me think the next night really would be something special. Kate, I was sure, felt the same way. After giving our mother big hugs and kisses, we happily left her bed and went to our own rooms.
I had a hard time falling asleep. Lying in the dark, I thought about everything for a long time: the sexy movie we’d just watched, all the exciting adventures Mommy had already arranged for me and my sister, what tomorrow night might bring. I masturbated a couple of times, partly because I was still very turned on, but also hoping it might help me to feel sleepy. And just as I was starting to drift off, I heard something.

It was my little sister’s voice. Molly’s voice, out in the hall. I thought I could hear my mother’s voice too, although I couldn’t tell what they were saying. After a few seconds, it was quiet again.

I’d heard something like that before, more than once. I wondered what it might mean. Was Molly sick? Or maybe… could it be… after arguing with myself about whether I should just ignore it again and try to fall asleep or possibly get up this time and investigate, I made my decision.

Getting out of bed, I stepped into the hall, naked. I walked silently to Molly’s door, which was ajar. I listened for a moment but didn’t hear anything. Slowly pushing the door open, I looked inside. Her bed was empty.

I went to my mother’s bedroom door, which was closed, and stopped outside. I listened.

There were sounds. Muffled sounds, barely audible. I had to listen very closely. Then I began to discern what they were.

“Yes, baby, that’s Mommy’s girl, good little girl…”

My mother’s voice, cooing softly.

“Ooh, Mommy likes that so much… yes, little baby, that’s right, mmm, so nice…”

What could they be doing?

“Uh-huh, oh god yes, mmm, good girl, good little girl…”

She sounded very excited.

“Mmm, uh-huh, yes baby, yes baby, just like that, ooh god that’s so nice…”

I thought I could hear that familiar rhythm, that regular pattern of panting and moaning that meant my mother was approaching an orgasm.

“Good Molly, good Molly girl, uh-huh, oh yes, so good, so good…”

Now it was unmistakable. My mother was clearly getting close to a climax. And she was with my baby sister! Oh my god, it was so hot!!

“Molly, Molly, yeah, now, uh-huh… oh god, oh god…”

Suddenly I realized that I was touching myself. I was masturbating outside her door as I listened.

“Oh god… Molly, mmm, Molly, uh-huh, yes, yes, yes, ohhh… GOD!!”

She was coming. My mommy was coming with my little sister! It made me so wet to think about it. I rubbed my clit faster as I heard the cries of her powerful climax.

“God!! God!! Oh — GOD!!!”

Then it was over. She was quiet again, except for the faint sounds of breathing and maybe some kissing, a few soft whispered words, but nothing I could make out.

I wanted to go in and see. I wanted to join them, but I didn’t dare. I went quickly to my own room and got in bed. Only a minute later, I heard my mother’s bedroom door open and footsteps in the hall. It sounded like she was putting Molly back to bed. I closed my eyes, pretending to be asleep in case she came into my room to check on me. I didn’t want her to know, for some reason, that I had been spying.

But she didn’t come in. She went back to her room and then all was quiet.

I turned from my side onto my back. I ran my hands up and down my naked body, thinking about what I had just heard, wondering what it meant, imagining the possibilities.

Within minutes I was climaxing, squeezing my hands between my legs, feeling my hot liquids oozing out. I came two more times, massive, huge orgasms. The thought of my mother and my little sister doing — doing whatever they were doing was maybe the most exciting thing I had ever thought about. And this wasn’t just a fantasy, this was real, they were actually doing it — whatever it was they might be doing. I turned onto my stomach, rubbed myself some more, and came a fourth time and then a fifth time. Despite what my mom had hoped, that maybe Kate and I could get some extra sleep that night, that certainly wasn’t the case with me.

But I didn’t mind. I could sleep another time, another night. Right now all I wanted to do was picture my mom and my little blonde baby sister naked in bed together. I have no idea how long I played with myself that night or when I finally drifted off, but I’m sure it was very, very late.

Continue on to Chapter 51

The Joy of Looking, Chapter 49

  • Posted on May 10, 2015 at 8:51 am

By Naughty Mommy

Beside me on the bed, Kate was squealing, in the middle of an orgasm. Carla was gasping and moaning too, climaxing at the same time.

My mom cried loudly, “Fuck me, Julie!” as she pressed our twined fingers deep inside herself. She was coming, and I had already started mine. I’d begun first, I think, or anyway, I finished first.

As my little pussy completed its orgasmic reverie and I was able to open my eyes, I looked down and saw — my body lying on top of my mother’s body, with four hands between my/our legs — and I not only saw but could feel that my finger was buried deep inside my mommy’s vagina. Oh what a moment that was!

She was still shuddering, still coming, her fingers tightly squeezing mine as she panted and groaned beneath me. I remember thinking to myself, this will never happen again, not ever again for the very first time. I want to have my fingers and also my tongue inside my mother’s cunt many times in my life, but this is the first time. Even if it’s only one finger and it’s clasped between two of hers, it’s happening for the first time right now.

The way we were lying, our faces were almost next to each other. I turned and kissed her cheek, tasting her salty sweat. She was red-faced, grimacing, straining with the power of her orgasm. I’d watched her come so many times, but this was one of the strongest I’d seen. I closed my eyes again so I could soak in all the sensations… the warmth of her body, the smell of our sex, the way her hands held my hands so tightly… I felt the heat of her vagina surrounding my finger, all the wetness inside her, and I thought maybe I could even feel the pulsing of her climax.

I kissed her again and licked her cheek. She turned to me and our mouths met. We didn’t really kiss, but we played with each other’s tongues, lips apart, hot breath mixing, saliva blending. Soon we were licking everywhere, and now starting to laugh, making a mess of each other’s faces, but what a delicious, joyous, erotic mess it was.

As her orgasm ended, we each shifted onto our sides, facing one another, tenderly touching and kissing. “Oh, Julie, I love you so much,” she whispered, caressing my cheeks, her fingers wet with my juices and hers. “Mommy, Mommy, Mommy,” I just kept repeating.

More happened that night, much more, although nothing that could possibly top the sheer ecstasy of that amazing dual/unison orgasm I shared with my wonderful mom. But that doesn’t mean the rest wasn’t fun and exciting.

At one point, they changed the video, putting on a different one that was more explicit, more hard-core. It had things in it I’d never seen before, like women putting their fingers and tongues inside other women’s buttholes. I didn’t like that too much, but it was interesting to see. In that same video, there was a scene with a woman wearing a strap-on (I later learned that’s what it’s called), and she was fucking another woman with this huge black penis thing. Carla said she wanted my mom to do that with her, and so they did.

Kate and I gaped as our mother strapped a contraption on herself (the fake penis was purple, not black) and then rubbed lubrication on it and started fucking Carla from behind. Carla really seemed to love that. She kept screaming ‘Fuck me harder!’ and ‘Make me come!’ and our mother was saying stuff like ‘You want it, bitch?’ or ‘You want me to fuck your fucking cunt?’ and pretty soon Carla had an orgasm.

Neither my sister nor myself was masturbating as we watched this. I think we were too overcome with the bizarre novelty of it to get very aroused. But as soon as they finished with the strap-on, Mommy took it off and got on top of Carla on the bed, briskly turning her over so she could begin fucking her pussy to pussy. That was something I loved to see.

I got up next to my mom as she mounted the woman. I stroked her warm back, sliding my hand down to her bottom while my other hand was rubbing my clit. “Fuck her, Mommy,” I said, “I love to watch you fucking her! Make her come while I watch you!” Kate went to the other side and we were both very close to them. As my sister fucked herself with her finger, she put her other hand on Carla’s tits, squeezing them and pinching her nipples.

Within a few minutes, Carla had a climax that way. Our mom didn’t, but it looked like she wanted one very badly. She crawled up on top of the brunette, took her head firmly in her hands and ordered her to stick out her tongue. Carla was still short of breath from her orgasm, it appeared, panting and gasping, but she obeyed. She opened her mouth and held out her tongue. Mommy spread her pussy lips with her fingers, then lowered her cunt onto Carla’s face.

She started riding the woman, pressing her pussy down hard onto her mouth, sliding her cunt back and forth, faster and faster. “Fuck me with your tongue, you little whore!” she cried. Kate and I were amazed. Again we shifted around to where we could see better, on our knees just behind Carla’s head. We were both still masturbating.

Mommy had been staring down at Carla as she fucked her face that way. But when she noticed us moving, she looked up. Holding the brunette’s head tightly in her hands, she continued rubbing her cunt up and down over her mouth, faster and harder, and she said, “Look at me, girls. Look at what your mommy is doing.”

Her face was flushed, dripping with sweat, what was left of her makeup badly smeared. Her blonde hair was a wreck, flying everywhere. She looked magnificent.

“I’m fucking this woman’s face with my cunt. I’m rubbing my cunt all over her. Do you like looking at me this way?”

We both nodded, wide-eyed.

“Tell me you like to look at Mommy having sex. Tell me you want to watch Mommy come on her face!” she demanded.

“Yes, Mommy,” I urged, as I rubbed my clit. “I want to see you come on her face! Fuck her with your cunt, Mommy! Fuck her with your cunt and come in her mouth!”

“Oh, god, I’m c— UNH!!” cried Kate.

I was very close too. “Mommy come for me! Come for me! Come hard all over her face!”

And then she did.

My mother was climaxing, Kate was climaxing, and I started climaxing too. Hot, sweaty, juicy, dirty, sexy — oh, what a night that was!

Those turned out to be the last of our orgasms that evening on Carla’s bed. It was very late, and we were all spent. The movie we were only half-watching had ended a while ago.

As Mommy completed her final shudders on top of Carla’s mouth, she slowly climbed off of her and then bent down to give the woman a gentle kiss, wiping her face clean with her fingers. My sister and I were lying side by side, panting, both still recovering. Our mother helped us get under the covers, and then she and Carla joined us there. Mommy kissed us, told us she loved us, and said goodnight.

I was surprised. I had expected that when we were finally done, we would drive home, but we didn’t. I remembered, though, that Mommy had said something to Danni about seeing her tomorrow, and now I knew what she meant.

* * *

In the morning, when I awoke, I wondered for a moment where I was. The room was strange, the bed unfamiliar. Oh, of course, I recalled, this is Carla’s room. And beside me, behind me, here in bed, that must be my mother. At least I think that’s who it is. It smells like her, but I can’t remember exactly who was where when we fell asleep.

I was on my side, facing away, toward the wall and a window. It was light outside. I turned over and saw that it was my mom next to me. She was on her side, facing toward me. Her pretty blue eyes were open. She smiled. I snuggled close to her. We shared a tender good morning kiss.

“Hey, pumpkin,” she breathed. “Did you sleep okay?”

“Yeah, I did,” I nodded.

She kissed me again, softly, two more times. But when she pulled away, she seemed concerned. She whispered, “Sweetie, I… there’s something I think I need to say.”

“What, Mommy?”

“It’s just… I, I really hope I didn’t scare you last night. Sometimes, you know, I get a little carried away, and I worry that I’ve gone too far, done too much.”

“No, Mommy, it’s fine. I like that. Honest, I do.”

I smiled and gave her a little kiss, but she still looked worried. So I added, “It really is cool to see you getting kind of, I don’t know, like wild or extreme or something. It’s fun and exciting.”

She grinned.

“And, um, and also, Mommy, I always want you to be however you want to be. You know, to act whatever way you feel like acting, to show me just, like, who you really are. Because, I mean, I want to be closer to you than to anyone ever, you know?”

My mother looked deeply into my eyes. She nodded, “Yes, honey, I do know. I want that too.”

We kissed again, and this time her kiss was more urgent, more desiring. I felt her tongue teasing my lips. After the kiss, she hugged me, pulling my naked body to hers. She felt so warm, so comforting. We cuddled for a while after that, sharing tender caresses, soft kisses, not speaking, just being close, breathing, looking into each other’s eyes, so intimate, so close, so in love…

I could have stayed that way all day, forever, but in another few minutes, we felt someone stir. It was Carla. She got up and left the bed, going into the bathroom and relieving herself. We heard the sounds, the toilet flushing, a yawn.

My mom turned to look at her as Carla came back into the room.

The beautiful brunette was wearing a silk robe, magenta, sashed around the waist. She stretched languidly and then, when she saw that we were awake, she smiled, “Good morning. Want me to make some coffee?”

“That would be lovely,” my mother said.

I got up on my elbow to look over at Kate. Still fast asleep.

“What a little angel she is,” sighed my mom.

Carla grinned, “But she can be kind of a devil too. A sexy little devil.” She winked at us before leaving the room to go downstairs and make coffee.

Kate didn’t move.

My mother was gathering me to her for more cuddling when she stopped and said, “I really should go down and help her. We are her guests, after all.” Then suddenly she began to laugh.

“What’s funny?” I asked.

“Oh, I was just thinking to myself that we need a few things at the store for dinner tonight, and maybe we’ll stop on the way home to get them — but then I remembered how we were dressed last night.”

I giggled, “People were staring at us in the mall and in the restaurant. Imagine how they’d look at us in the grocery store!”

“I know!”

We both laughed loudly, and that woke Kate up. She was on her stomach, facing away from us. Slowly, she raised her head and turned our way, blinking sleepily “…mmfgh… g’morning…”

“Hi, cutie pie,” Mommy chuckled. “Did you sleep well?”

My sister put her head back on the pillow and closed her eyes. “I don’t know, maybe,” she yawned.

“Hey, now, come on, get up. We have to have breakfast.”

My mother surprised me then by climbing up on Kate’s back, straddling her bottom. Putting her hands around her waist, she squeezed and tickled her. “Get up out of bed, sleepyhead!”

“Mommy!!” Kate laughed, squirming beneath her.

It was exciting to see them playing that way. It wasn’t really sexual, but they were both naked, and my mother’s pussy was pressed up against my sister’s bottom. I felt myself getting aroused as I watched.

Just then Carla came back into the room. “I remembered that — oh! More fun and games this morning?”

Mommy slid off Kate’s back. She slapped her on the bum. “No, I was just waking this little kid up. I really meant to come downstairs and help you.”

“Oh, that’s okay, the coffee’s brewing,” Carla responded, as she stepped into the large walk-in closet. She called, “I just remembered that you don’t have any other clothes, so I thought you might want to borrow some robes.”

She came out holding three gorgeous silk robes in her arms, one red, one pink, one white. Laying them on the bed, she beamed, “You can pick your colors. What would you guys like for breakfast?”
We had scrambled eggs that Mommy made, along with sausage and toast and juice. It was really fun, being in another woman’s house, wearing only a robe with nothing on underneath, cooking and eating and talking. I felt sort of grown-up, like a real woman of the world, ha-ha.

After breakfast and doing the dishes, we took a shower together. Carla had this big shower stall with two nozzles so we could all get in there at once. And that was even more fun! We helped each other wash, soapy fingers and hands sliding almost everywhere. There was a lot of kissing too, and although none of us had an orgasm there was plenty of sexual tension.

I thought that maybe when we finished we would get back in bed, but we didn’t. Anyway, that would have just made us all sweaty and messy again, and then we would have had to take another shower. It could be like a never-ending cycle. Maybe not such a bad idea!

But we just got dressed instead. As I put on my red undies, I reached between my legs and touched myself. My pussy was really wet. I would have to masturbate when we got home, I decided.

While we drove, I kept thinking about everything, about looking at porn with them, and seeing my mom act so nasty and dirty with Carla, and watching my sister use that vibrator to give herself an orgasm, and the way my mother and I had masturbated together, and then I just couldn’t wait. Right there in the car, I tugged up my short skirt and pulled my panties aside and started playing with myself. I leaned my head back and closed my eyes.

Kate heard me moaning. Leaning over from the backseat, she looked down at me. “God, Julie, you’re like… I don’t know, like…”

“I’m insatiable,” I told her.

That made my mother chuckle. She put her hand on my bare thigh and kept it there as I masturbated. Before we reached home, I reached orgasm.

* * *

Mommy was right. The hickey she had given me was huge, dark and purple, high on my neck. There was no possibility of hiding this one.

I looked at myself in the mirror in my bedroom, rubbing the spot. I smiled as I remembered how it had felt to receive it. And then I imagined trying to explain it to the kids at school. ‘Where’d you get that?’ they would ask. ‘Oh, it’s from my mom, she gave it to me,’ I would blithely respond. Not really, of course, but it was fun to picture the reaction that would get.

When I went downstairs, having changed into jeans and a t-shirt, Danni was just leaving. At the door, my mother gave her a kiss on the lips. “Thank you, darling, we’ll see you again soon.”

“Bye, Danni!” Molly jumped into her arms. They hugged tightly, the teen caressing my little sister’s bottom. Very interesting.

She left, and Mommy went upstairs to change her clothes. Kate was in her own bedroom, presumably changing too, or maybe taking a nap. She needed more sleep than I did.

Molly and I walked hand in hand to the family room. “You want to play something?” I asked. “Maybe dolls? Or Legos?”

“Yeah, but…” she studied me, frowning. “What happened to your neck?”

Instantly I blushed and stammered, “Oh, it’s, um, I, I got a bite, and I was just scratching myself too much, I guess.”

I felt bad about lying to her, although what I said was actually sort of true — if you figure it was our mother who bit me, and that scratching myself means masturbating, which is what I was doing at the time. Close enough, anyway.

Molly seemed to accept my explanation. We started getting out her tubs of Legos. She wanted us to make a house together, a two-story home like the one we lived in.

As we sat on the floor of the family room, choosing pieces to build with, I kept seeing Danni in my mind, the way she held my sister, squeezing her, rubbing her bottom. It made me wonder what might have happened between them while we were gone.

Attempting to be casual, I asked, “Did you have a good time last night?”

“Uh-huh.”

“What did you guys eat for dinner?”

“Just grilled cheese. Danni made ‘em and I helped her. And potato chips too.”

“Okay.”

I was constructing the stairs that would lead to the second level of the house. I wondered if I should try to create an overlook from the upper floor to the lower one, where a young voyeur could station herself. That made me grin. But I wasn’t finished with my questions.

“So, after dinner, what did you guys do?”

“We just played. With my dollhouse mostly, up in my room.”

“Did she let you stay up late?”

“Uh-huh, until 10:30,” Molly answered.

“Where did Danni sleep?”

“In my bed.”

“In your bed? With you? Wasn’t that kind of crowded?”

“Sort of, but I liked it. I like Danni.”

We were quiet for a while, continuing to build the house, selecting pieces out of the various bins of Legos my sister had. There were literally thousands of separate parts but she’d done a fairly good job of organizing them so it wasn’t too hard to find what we needed.

After a few minutes, I asked, “Did Danni bring jammies with her?”

“Uh-uh.”

“Did she sleep in her undies?”

“No, we were both naked,” Molly answered matter-of-factly.

I tried not to act surprised, even though I was. I wondered if our mother knew about this. I figured that she probably did, and also that she approved. It was making me excited. I was almost sure something more than sleep must have occurred between Danni and my 8-year-old little sister. But what? Should I try to find out?

My mom came downstairs then, carrying a basket of clothes to put in the laundry. She smiled and blew us a kiss as she walked past.

I couldn’t think of how to ask Molly what might have happened with Danni in her bed. Different questions kept forming themselves in my mind, but none seemed right. For someone who prided herself on being articulate, with a good vocabulary, I was stumped.

In the end, all I came up with was, “So, was it fun?”

“What?”

“Sleeping with Danni.”

“Uh-huh. I like her a lot.”

“Good, me too,” I replied brilliantly.

I had so many more questions, but for some reason I didn’t ask them that day. I just squeezed my thighs together, stimulating my pussy, while my sister and I played Legos and I pictured her naked in bed with the teenage babysitter.

Continue on to Chapter 50

The Joy of Looking, Chapter 48

  • Posted on May 10, 2015 at 8:41 am

By Naughty Mommy

“Lie down on the bed,” I told Kate, “and spread your legs apart.”

She did.

I looked at her for a moment, at her cute young face, at her long, slim, beautiful body, her tiny swells of immature breasts, her crotch covered only by those sexy pink and white striped panties.

I could hear my mother panting and moaning just behind me. She was fucking herself, her fingers making that squishy slapping sound as she rammed them deep inside. I wondered if she was going to come while she watched me take off my sister’s undies, or if she would be able to wait.

Carla had moved around to the other side of Kate. She was touching herself too, though not as vigorously as my mom evidently was. As she stared at Kate’s body, Carla’s hands slid sensually over her own smooth skin, caressing her breasts, her belly, her thighs, and her pussy.

I leaned in close to look at Kate, at her panties. I could see the shape of her labia through the thin material, and that tempting cleft in the center. I could see something else as well, a darker area where the fabric was moistened. My little sister was getting juicy.

I touched her, placing my fingers on the wet spot, sliding them up and down a little. Kate gasped. I had never touched her quite this was before. I thought my mother might try to stop me, but she didn’t. And anyway, I didn’t care.

This was a night, I decided, when I wasn’t going to wait or ask for permission. I would go where my passion was driving me to go, do whatever I felt like doing. Maybe not everything, but a lot more than I had ever done before.

I pushed the material in, my fingers pressing the wet panties deeper between Kate’s pussy lips. It felt warm in there and I could smell her now, her sexual scent. I licked my fingers, tasting her, and then I brought my lips even closer, closer, until I was kissing my sister’s wet pussy through her undies.

“Oh, fuck, FUCK!!”

That was our mother. She was coming as she watched.

Kate looked over at her and I did too. Mommy’s eyes were open, although just barely, as she climaxed. She glanced back and forth at me and at Kate as her body shook with the power of her orgasm. It seemed important to her that she could look into our eyes, that she knew we were watching her while she came.

As she finished, she removed her fingers from her cunt, rubbing her juices on her breasts, on her nipples, and then brought her hand to her mouth, tasting herself and leering at us.

I smiled at my mom and then turned back to Kate. I kissed her pussy one more time through her pretty undies, and then I began slowly pulling them down. She still had almost no pussy hair, just the tiniest bit of light brown fuzz. Her labia were swollen and puffy, glistening with her wetness.

When I had the panties off, I held them to my face, pressing the damp spot against my nostrils, inhaling her scent. I licked the panties, sucking the crotch into my mouth, tasting her, and then I leaned over my sister and held the undies just above her nose. I wasn’t going to do what my mom had done with Carla, I wasn’t going to get rough with Kate, but I wanted to make this a really special occasion for her.

“You’re naked now, Katie,” I whispered, dangling the undies in front of her. I lowered my body on top of hers. “I took off your pink and white panties and bra, and now you’re naked.”

I kissed her once, lightly, on the lips, then looked around. “We’re both naked, we’re with another woman, in her bedroom, and she’s naked too. Our mommy is here, and we’re going to watch them having sex. They’re going to fuck each other while we watch.”

I kissed her again, a little more urgently. I heard my mother sigh. She obviously loved seeing Kate and me kiss that way.

“You and me are going to play with ourselves,” I continued, “while we watch them having sex. And I want to play with you too tonight. I want to touch you and kiss you and help you have an orgasm.”

“Oh, Julie,” Kate moaned, grabbing my face and pulling me to her. She shoved her tongue into my mouth and wrapped her arms around me, hugging me tightly.

When we finished the kiss, I heard our mom take a deep breath and let it out. “All right, girls,” she said, “why don’t we, uh, let’s watch that movie now, okay?”

“Okay, Mom,” I replied. “But I really love kissing Katie this way. I could kiss her all night long.”

My sister moaned again and drew me close for another long, wet kiss. This time she wrapped not only her arms around me, but her legs too, crossing them over my bottom and pulling my crotch tightly against hers.

“That’s what the movie’s about,” Carla said softly, next to us. “It’s called French Kiss. It’s all about kissing.”

“Just kissing?” I looked up at her. “No sex?”

“Oh, yeah, there’s plenty of sex too,” she said. “But a lot of really nice kissing. You’ll like it.”

“Okay.” Kate and I unwound ourselves from each other and sat up to watch the porn video.

Carla retrieved the remote, turned on the big screen, and then started the movie. Propping up a bunch of pillows, my sister and I sat next to each other in the middle of the king-size bed, holding hands, with our mother beside me and Carla next to Kate. The brunette touched a switch beside the bed and the room lights went out.

For the next half hour, we watched as two beautiful young girls first kissed and touched, and then began fingering and licking each other. Well, we didn’t just watch, we all four masturbated too. Mommy came right away, within only a few minutes, and Kate soon after her, and then me. Carla didn’t have an orgasm until she picked up the vibrator from the bedside table and used ‘Mr. Trusty’ to give her a shrieking wet climax as she shoved the buzzing thing deep inside herself.

After Carla slowly drew the long white vibrator out of her cunt, still panting heavily and trembling all over, Kate looked at Mommy and asked, “Can I try that?”

“You mean, using the vibrator?”

“Uh-huh,” Kate nodded.

Our mother hesitated a moment, but then nodded, “Yes, I suppose you can, if you want to.”

That made me remember something I’d been meaning to ask her. “Mommy, have you ever, you know, done that too? Used a vibrator, I mean?”

She smiled at me. “Yes, precious, I have. Most of the time I prefer using my fingers, or… or someone else’s fingers and tongue, even better… but sometimes I like doing it that way.”

“Do you have one?”

“Uh-huh, I do, a couple of them.”

Carla had handed the vibrator, now switched off, to my sister, who was turning it around in her hands, studying it. The missile-shaped object gleamed with Carla’s pussy juice. Kate smiled and licked it, then giggled, “This thing is huge.”

“Yes, and you need to be careful, honey,” Mommy said. “Probably you should just use it on the outside, on your clit. And even then, it’s going to be a lot more intense than what you’re used to.”

“Can’t I put it in?” Kate asked.

“Well, you can try, I guess, but just not too far, okay?”

“Okay.”

The movie was still running, although we weren’t paying much attention to it. I glanced at the screen. The two girls were in a ‘69’ position, lips and tongues working between each other’s legs. Then I looked back at Kate. She was holding the tip of the vibrator at the opening of her vagina, as if wondering how far inside it could go.

“Just… I really think you should just start with your clit first,” our mother cautioned. “See how that feels before you put it inside.”

“All right,” said Kate. She looked at the bottom end of the vibrator, apparently trying to figure out how to turn it on.

“Here, I’ll show you,” Carla volunteered. “Twist this part, right here, and when you twist it more, it goes faster, okay?”

“Okay.” My sister switched it on. Her eyes went wide as she felt the vibration in her hands. She smiled and turned to our mom. “Now I, I just put it, like, on my clit?”

“That’s right, but be careful. The feeling is very strong.”

Kate lowered the buzzing tip of the thing to her vulva. She set it just above her slit at first, and then slid it down a little. After a second, she began shaking all over.

“Oh god, FUCK!” she cried, pulling it away. Looking sheepishly at our mother, she chuckled, “Um, sorry about that, Mommy.”

“It’s all right, honey, you can say whatever you want, I don’t mind.”

“Wow, it really is… I mean, it really is intense.”

“Yes, it is.”

“I want to do it some more.”

She placed the vibrator on her tummy again, starting slightly higher this time, and moved it down a bit, then around, feeling for a position that would give her the right sensations without overwhelming her. In a moment she found a good spot and kept it there, settling back onto the pillows, closing her eyes. “Goddamn fuck…” she whispered.

The three of us, Carla, my mom, and I, watched her. It was pretty amazing to see a little girl getting herself off that way. I wasn’t sure I wanted to try it myself, but I sure enjoyed seeing Kate get so excited. It didn’t take long at all for her to reach a peak.

“Mmm, yeah, yeah, oh fuck, oh god, I’m gonna, I’m gonna c— UNH!!” She squealed and squirmed, her slim naked body writhing, her eyes shut tight, legs wide apart, the vibrator held in place, bringing her to multiple climaxes.

She came again and again, all her muscles tensing and straining, then releasing with a rush. She became flushed red all over, especially on her chest. Between her legs I saw a milky white fluid emerge. It was kind of thick, something I hadn’t seen before. She kept this up for at least a minute, maybe two minutes, holding that thing just above her clit, making her body respond with repeated earthshaking orgasms.

Finally it seemed she couldn’t take any more. Her eyes still closed, she held the vibrator out, letting Carla take it away and turn it off. She remained leaning back on the pillows, trembling all over, sometimes wincing and gasping as residual spasms rippled through her.

We just waited and watched, letting her slowly calm down.

I couldn’t stop staring at her vagina, at that thick white discharge. I wondered what it was, and I wondered if it would taste the same as her regular pussy juice, which was clear, or if it would taste different. I wanted to find out. I decided that even if it didn’t happen tonight, someday very soon I would put my tongue inside my sister’s cunt and make her come in my mouth. And no matter what it took, even if we had to use a vibrator again, I would lick her and fuck her over and over until I saw more of that white fluid come out so I could taste it and swallow it.

I realized then that I was masturbating as I imagined eating Kate’s pussy. I was extremely juicy and very close.

With a sigh, I turned and fell back onto the pillows, next to Kate, our arms and legs touching. Rubbing my clit with one hand, I spread my labia apart with the other and cried, “Mommy, look at my pussy, look at my cunt, look how wet I am. I’m gonna come now, Mommy. Look at me, Mommy, get down close and look at me, Mommy! Look at my little girl pussy!!”

I was in a frenzy, rubbing myself frantically and calling to her, asking her to get close and look at me. I felt my orgasm swirling up from inside and I wanted her to see it, to watch me come for her — for her, it was all for her.

“Yes, darling, come for Mommy!” She knelt between my thighs, bringing her face very close to my center.

I spread my legs and my cunt lips as wide apart as I could, wanting to open myself completely for her, have her see me, see inside me, see everything as I climaxed for her.

And then it struck.

Again, as usual, my legs wanted to come together, to close around my hands as I climaxed. But my mother was prepared for this. She’d hooked her arms around my thighs so she could hold them open, so she could continue watching my orgasm, looking inside my ‘little girl pussy’ from just a few inches away.

That seemed to make it even more intense for me, having my legs held apart, knowing that my wonderful mommy was right there, her face so close to my cunt as I came for her. I didn’t know what Kate’s orgasm had been like with the vibrator, but I didn’t think it could have been any better or more fulfilling than this one was for me.

Pressing my hands over my clit, I managed to groan, “Mommy, Mommy, watch me! Watch me come for you!” And as my body shuddered with each spasm of my climax, that made my fingers rub my clit a little more, causing my orgasm to go on and last even longer.

“Yes, baby, come for Mommy, Mommy’s watching you,” I heard her say. I couldn’t see what she was doing because my eyes were closed, but as I slowly began to relax, to come down from the summit, I felt her lips kissing my hands.

I opened my eyes and looked at her. She was kissing my fingers, the fingers that were clenched over my throbbing cunt. She kissed them and licked them, tasting the juices that were oozing out.

Still trembling, still not fully recovered, I took a deep breath and slid my fingers between my moist lips, pulling them wide apart again. I wanted her to see, and I wanted something else.

“Mommy, kiss me, kiss my pussy.”

She looked up at me, into my eyes, and gave me a slight nod. “Yes, darling.” Then she returned her gaze to my sex.

“So beautiful,” I heard her whisper. “So pink and sweet and perfect.”

My mother brought her lips to my lips, my other lips, and kissed me there. I shivered with excitement as I felt her mouth meet my cunt. She held the kiss a long time, several seconds, not using her tongue but pressing in tightly against me. When she withdrew, I could see my wetness gleaming on her face, on her nose, her cheeks, her lips.

She crawled on top of me, laying her naked body over mine, and we kissed, mouth on mouth, a long, deep, french kiss. I tasted myself on her lips and felt her tongue probing inside, dancing with my tongue. I wanted her to kiss my pussy that same way, to slide her tongue inside me, and to lick me and suck my clit and make me come in her mouth. I knew that was going to happen, I had no doubt, and I hoped it would be very soon.

When we ended the kiss, we nuzzled each other for a moment, and then we both looked over at Kate and Carla. I had not thought about them much in the last few minutes, being so deeply involved in my lovemaking session with my mom. The porno movie was still playing too. I could hear it although I didn’t bother looking at the screen long enough to see what was happening.

The brunette was reclining against the headboard, cushioned by a pillow, and my sister was on top of her. They were facing the same way and had their legs spread wide apart. Kate was sitting on the woman’s middle, high enough that she could look down and see both pussies.

Carla held the long white vibrator between their legs. It was on, buzzing softly. As we watched, she pressed it inside her own cunt. We heard her moaning with pleasure. She didn’t push it in very far, only about two inches, and then slowly drew it out again, shiny with her juices. Now she lifted it slightly, tilting it up and placing the tip at the entrance to Kate’s little vagina. My sister held her lips open. She was trembling, but she seemed to be very excited about what she was doing. Carla eased the vibrator inside just a little, a half an inch, an inch, and Kate groaned, “Oh god, oh fuck…”

“Do you like that?” the woman whispered.

“God yes, don’t stop!”

“But I want it inside me too,” Carla smiled. “We’ll share, remember?”

She kissed Kate’s cheek. My sister turned to her and they kissed on the lips. When they finished, Kate nodded, “Okay.”

Carla eased the tip of the vibrator out of Kate’s pussy and returned it to her own, pressing it inside, deeper this time, maybe three or four inches. She twisted the end of it, to increase the vibration. We could see her shudder a little as the sensations spread from her vagina to her clit. She waited a moment, several moments, then drew the thing out again and carefully positioned it against Kate’s pussy. As she slid it gently inside, only about an inch again, my sister whimpered with pleasure. She turned to Carla and they kissed, a wetter kiss, using their tongues. I saw Carla’s hand go to my sister’s breasts, playing with her nipples. Then she slowly slid the vibrator out of Katie’s vagina and back inside her own.

They went back and forth like this, sharing the same toy, sharing their juices, as we watched them. That gave me an idea.

“Mommy, I want to do that too. Not with a vibrator, I mean, but I want to sit on top of you like they are and masturbate together, using our hands, at the same time. Can we do that?”

She smiled and kissed me. “Of course we can, darling.”

We shifted around on the bed until my mom was leaning against the headboard and I was on top of her. She hugged me first, a tight, warm hug, then put her hands over my breasts, squeezing them and pinching the nipples more roughly than she usually did. It hurt a little bit but it felt good too. As she was playing with me that way, she kissed my neck and lightly bit me. I jumped when she did that.

“Do you remember when Melissa gave you a hickey, baby?”

I nodded.

“Tonight I’m going to do that too. But this hickey won’t be from another girl, from a girlfriend, it will be from your own mommy. Of course you can’t tell anyone that, you know.”

That made me giggle. “I know.”

My mom ran her hands up and down my body, stroking me, almost as if she were stroking herself. She slid her palm between my legs, keeping her fingers outstretched, and rubbed the top of my mound with her hand. It felt delicious. Then I realized that she was sucking on my neck. It pinched, it hurt, it burned — and god I wanted more. I wanted everything from her.

She finished and licked my neck where she’d been sucking on it. Wrapping her arms around me, she squeezed me tightly. “That’s going to be a big one, a dark one, honey,” she chuckled. “You’re going to have some explaining to do.”

“I don’t mind.”

Taking a deep breath, she said, “All right, now, put your hand over mine. Your left hand.”

She held out her right hand and I laid my left hand over it. Those hands went down to her pussy. Placing her left hand over the top of my right hand, that pair went to my pussy. We began masturbating. I closed my eyes.

It was amazing. I rubbed my clit and felt her hand not only following mine, but aiding it, helping me stimulate myself. I tried doing the same with my hand over hers between her legs, not only feeling where her fingers went, but leading them where I wanted them to go. We were masturbating in unison. It was heavenly.

I closed my eyes so I could savor the feelings. And then I realized how it felt to me: it was as if our two bodies, my mother’s and mine, had merged somehow. I tried to tell her what I was experiencing.

“Mommy, this is, this is, I don’t know, it’s almost like you and me have just one body with two pussies. Or maybe like we have two pussies that really are only one and we share it or something.”

“I know, lover, it’s nice, so very nice” she whispered, softly kissing my neck. “Now, baby girl, show me how you like to touch yourself, on both pussies at the same time. Can you do that?”

“Okay.”

I rubbed my own clit with my fingers, showing her how I gave myself orgasms. With my other hand, I pressed her fingers into the position where mine were, until she was following the same motions that I used on myself. It seemed to work really well with her. I felt her body stirring beneath me and heard her breath coming faster.

“Oh god,” she moaned, “Julie, I’m getting close already.”

I wasn’t that close yet. It would take a little while longer. But then I thought that maybe if she showed me what she liked to do, it might be enough for me.

“Mommy, you, um, you move your fingers on your pussy the way you like it, and I’ll follow you. And I’ll keep rubbing myself the way I like it, okay?”

“Yes, honey. Mommy wants her darling angel to come. I want to feel your hot little pussy while you come, and I want you to feel me too.”

Meanwhile, beside us on the bed, Kate and Carla were each on the verge of orgasms. Apparently they’d managed to switch the vibrator back and forth between their cunts fast enough that they were ready to climax at almost the same time. I don’t know how they did it, and I wasn’t about to stop what we were doing and look, but I could hear them making sounds that meant they were both right on the edge.

And I was getting closer now too. As I rubbed my clit, my mother’s hand rubbed it as well, her fingers not only over my fingers, but reaching in between them, caressing me. It was so exciting!

Between her legs, I felt her hand pressing down, deeper into her sex, between her lips where it was hot and slippery and so inviting. Her fingers reached her vagina, her opening, and my fingers followed hers. Then I felt her twine the first and second fingers of her hand around my index finger and without stopping she slid the bunch inside her opening, inside herself, two of her fingers and one of mine.

Oh my god, I suddenly realized, it’s actually happening! My finger is inside my mother’s cunt!!

And then I came.

As it turned out, I started coming before her, even though I’d thought it would take me longer. But as my climax began, I still had enough awareness to sense that she was almost there too. Holding my finger tightly between hers, she pumped them in and out of her pussy a few times and that was all she needed.

We came together.

Continue on to Chapter 49

The Joy of Looking, Chapter 47

  • Posted on May 10, 2015 at 8:29 am

By Naughty Mommy

Mommy sat up on the bed, smiling. “Okay, Carla, your turn. You can tell us how you would like to be undressed.”

“Ooh, how fun,” the woman giggled.

Standing between me and Kate, she looked at us, first at my sister and then at me. She was still almost completely clothed, with only her shoes off. She held out her arms. “Let’s do it nice and slow, like your mom said. Start with the cufflinks.”

Her cream-colored blouse had french cuffs, closed with pearl cufflinks. I flipped the little clasp on one link and Kate did the other and we removed them. We handed them to our mother, who got up and placed them on top of Carla’s vanity.

“Now, Kate, you unbutton my blouse while the others watch.”

“Okay.” My sister stood in front of the sexy brunette and slowly began to undo the buttons. When the blouse was open, Kate pushed back the sides. “Wow…”

Carla was, and still is, an exceptionally beautiful woman. All the women and girls my mom chooses to sleep with are pretty, of course, but this one was something special. Her smooth skin was like porcelain, almost pure white. Those exotic deep brown eyes, her wide mouth and full lips, and oh, such tantalizing tits. I squeezed my thighs together as I looked at her.

The ivory bra I’d glimpsed inside the restaurant held the woman’s breasts up and pushed them together, forming the most inviting cleavage. The fabric was lacy and delicate, thin enough to clearly show the shape of her erect nipples. We all admired her for a moment, standing there in front of us with her blouse open.

She seemed to savor our appreciative attention. Carla was someone, I realized then, for whom the joy of looking works the other way around too, where she really likes to be the person everyone is staring at. And we certainly were doing that.

Finally, she said, “Suzanne, will you remove my blouse?”

“Yes.”

Mommy went behind her and eased the elegant satin blouse off her shoulders and down her arms, laying it on a chair.

“Julie, you can unzip my skirt.”

I did, and then Kate and I slowly slid the pencil skirt down her legs. She stepped out of it. She was wearing pantyhose, dark brown. Underneath we could see a pair of lace panties that matched her bra.

My mother was gently massaging Carla’s neck and shoulders. The brunette sighed in pleasure and closed her eyes for a moment. “Mmm, that feels nice.”

I looked at her lips, at her face. She was wearing makeup, quite a bit, in fact, but it was so expertly done that it wasn’t that noticeable unless you looked closely. At 12 years old, I hardly wore any, just lip gloss sometimes. But I started to think maybe I should try using more.

She opened her eyes. “All right, now my pantyhose. Girls?”

My sister and I hooked our fingers inside the waistband and tugged the pantyhose down. Our mom helped too, and soon Carla’s legs were bare. They were smooth and white and very slender. I looked at her crotch, wondering what her pussy might be like. Would she be totally shaved, like some of the women I’d seen, or just trimmed, like my mother? Could she have a full bush of dark curly hair? I was curious to find out!

Then an idea occurred to me.

I remembered what our mom had said to Kate and me about the thrill of discovery as you began to slide your hand inside a woman’s undies for the first time, not knowing what your fingers would feel.

I had to ask. “Mommy? Um, could I do something?”

“What, sweetie?”

I took a deep breath, unsure of how to begin. “Well, um, I was thinking that I, um, can I try putting my hand inside her undies? Just to feel, I mean? You know, to see what she’s like?”

My mother chuckled. “I know what you mean. Yes, it’s all right with me, if that’s what Carla wants. Just to feel, though, okay? Not to do anything else.”

“I know.”

We both looked at Carla. She smiled and shrugged. “Sure, go ahead, I don’t mind.”

I stepped closer to her, putting one hand on her shoulder. Her skin was soft and warm. The other hand went to her tummy, gradually moving down, then slipping inside the top of her ivory panties.

Her skin was even warmer there. I let my fingers feel their way until I found some hair. It was short, closely trimmed like my mom’s, I could tell. My fingers moved further down, slowly exploring. I heard Carla suck her breath in, gasping, as I touched her pussy lips.

Her labia were thick and full. They were hairless but sort of ridged. I’d never felt anything like it. Carla was trembling under my touch. I moved down a little more, and then — yes, I could feel something slippery and wet. She moaned.

Now, did I dare to press a finger between her lips, probing within until I found her vagina? I wanted to, very much, but I didn’t. That would come soon enough, I knew.

Instead I drew my hand slowly upward, gliding along her labia, then over her pubic hair, and out. Lifting my fingers to my face, I smelled them. I tasted her. A soft flavor, slightly spicy, like nutmeg. It was good. I wanted more. I almost put my hand back inside her undies, but then Kate said, “I wanna do it too!”

“All right,” grinned my mother. “Okay with you, Carla?”

“Of course.”

“But just touching, Kate, nothing else.”

Instead of staying at her side as I had, my sister stepped in front of Carla. Standing on her toes, she kissed her on the lips. I wish I’d thought of that! Then she used one hand to pull the waistband of the panties out a bit and put the other hand inside. She didn’t take things as slowly as I had, either. She pushed her hand down and it almost looked as if she grabbed Carla’s vulva. The woman shuddered and moaned. “Ohh…”

Kate’s hand began sliding up and down. She was looking into Carla’s eyes. They stared at each other for a moment, and just when I thought they were about to kiss, my mom took Kate’s hand in hers and removed it from Carla’s panties, saying, “That’s — that’s enough for now, I think.”

“Okay,” Kate giggled.

Mommy gave her a somewhat comical frown and Kate giggled again as she licked her fingers.

Carla was breathing hard. I could see beads of perspiration on her upper lip. She took a couple of deep breaths, trying to calm herself.

“Would you like Kate to unhook your bra?” Mommy asked.

The woman nodded.

Kate went behind her. As she unfastened the bra, the straps slipped off Carla’s shoulders. I was excited to see what her nipples would look like. For a second, the brunette held the bra in place with her hands so it still covered her nipples, but then she let it slide down. Her pale breasts were nearly perfect, nicely rounded though not as large as they had seemed in the push-up bra. The nipples had small, dark brown areola, and were fully erect.

“Mmm, so beautiful,” I heard my mother sigh as she stepped past me, taking a place in front of Carla. “Girls, come close here and look.”

My sister and I stood next to her, on either side. “Get in real close,” Mommy repeated. We moved in until our faces were only a few inches from Carla’s chest.

“Look at these nipples. Aren’t they exquisite?” After licking the ends of her fingers, our mother teased the very tips of Carla’s nipples, which seemed to make them grow even stiffer.

“Just look at them,” Mommy whispered. We watched as she took the woman’s hard nipples between her thumbs and forefingers, twisting and pinching them. Carla moaned.

I felt my pussy getting wet. We were all breathing heavily now — and two of us were still fully dressed!

Our mother stepped back. “Okay, now for the panties…”

She knelt. “I’ll take them off. You two watch me.” We got down beside her.

Slowly our mother inched the lacy panties down, revealing smooth white skin and then a patch of pubic hair. As more came into view, we discovered that Carla trimmed her hair in a rectangle instead of in a little triangle like my mom’s. I’m not sure which I preferred. I guess it doesn’t matter. I just like pussies, period!

The undies were pulled down further and we saw her labia. They were thick and full, dark brown, shiny with moisture near the bottom.

Mommy slid the panties still lower, then all the way down Carla’s legs and off. But she didn’t set them aside. She held them in front of us. “Can you see?” she whispered.

My sister and I peered inside the ivory undies. We could easily see a large wet spot, gleaming with sticky fluids. Our mother extended her tongue and licked the panties. “Mmm, nice.” She held them out so Kate could have a lick, and did the same with me.

We each tasted Carla’s pussy juice inside her undies, and then our mom did something shocking. She bunched the panties up in her hand and pressed them against the woman’s labia, pushing them between the thick folds, rubbing them up and down. She kept shoving them in further and further until they almost disappeared completely.

My eyes were wide. I could scarcely believe what I was seeing. It was so sexy! I heard Carla groan with pleasure as my mother began to draw the panties out, very very slowly, little by little. Now those undies were really wet.

When they were all the way out, Mommy got to her feet, indicating with a glance that we should follow her. We stood and watched as she held the panties just in front of Carla’s nose. “Smell yourself. Do you like it?”

She started rubbing the wet panties under the woman’s nostrils, gently at first, then over her lips, a little harder, and then all around her face, starting to get rough. “Do you like it? Huh? Does it make you hot?”

“Yes!” Carla gasped.

“You like it when I rub your dirty wet panties all over your fucking face, you little cunt?”

This must have been a kind of erotic game they played. It was incredible to see and so exciting.

“You bitch! You dirty fucking bitch! You look so classy, so proper, but down inside you’re just a fucking little whore, aren’t you!”

“Yes! I am!!”

“God, Mommy…” Kate moaned. I looked at her. She had a hand under her denim skirt, rubbing herself. I suddenly realizing I was touching myself too. I’m not sure when I’d started, but I was stroking my pussy through my undies and they were very wet.

Our mother kept rubbing the panties on Carla’s face, making her lick the crotch and calling her dirty names, until finally she kissed her, shoving her tongue into her mouth, both women groaning and panting. As the kiss ended, Mommy pulled back, stepping away from her, smiling and licking her lips. Carla was grinning too and breathing very hard.

“Wow,” I whispered.

Then my mother looked at me. “Okay, Julie girl. You’re next.”

My mind raced and my stomach began to flutter as I wondered what games my mom might want to play with me. Would she do the same thing, pushing my panties up inside my cunt and then rubbing them on my face? Or something else?

The answer was, something else.

“Lie down on the bed, baby.”

“On the bed?”

My mother nodded.

“Um, okay.”

When I was on my back in the middle of the bed, still dressed, of course, Mommy said, “Carla, take off her shoes.”

The gorgeous brunette was still laboring to catch her breath, her face flushed from all the excitement, but without hesitation — almost obediently — she leaned over my feet and began to undo the ankle straps on my stiletto heels. After removing the shoes, she placed them carefully on the floor.

“Now kiss her feet. Kiss them and lick them,” Mommy instructed. “Don’t tickle her, but make her aroused.”

“Yes, mistress.”

Mistress?? What did that mean? I wasn’t really sure.

But anyway, Carla took my foot in her hands, my right foot first, and began massaging it, which felt surprisingly good. I’d never had a foot massage before. As she was rubbing the foot, she lifted it up and sucked my big toe into her mouth. It tickled a tiny bit but it also felt unbelievably nice. Her tongue was so warm and delicious. I soon started to imagine how it would feel to have that tongue licking not just my foot but my pussy, and as I thought about that I felt a shiver of arousal run up my spine. I laid my head back on the bed and closed my eyes and just luxuriated in the sensations. God, it was so great. A beautiful naked woman kissing and licking my feet. How could it get any better?

She finished with one foot, kissing each of the toes one by one the way I had kissed my mommy’s toes earlier, and then she set my foot gently on the bed and picked up the other one. I kept my eyes closed, enjoying the brand-new experience. Never had I imagined I could get so totally turned on just by having someone’s mouth and fingers playing with my feet. But I was.

As Carla finished with the second foot and tenderly set it down, I thought to myself, I need to open my eyes now, see what’s coming next. But it was like I was on opium or some kind of drug — utterly relaxed and yet so keyed up, so alive to what I was feeling — every nerve ending wide awake but my mind in sort of a trance state, floating in space.

“Now do her hands.” That was my mother’s voice, only it was far away. My eyes were still closed. I couldn’t open them. Then I felt someone, Carla I supposed, pick up one of my hands and begin massaging it. She sensually stroked each of my fingers and the palm of my hand and my wrist and my lower arm… and I became even more relaxed, drifting still farther away, until…

I was somewhere else, in a room, lying on my back, on a table, naked, and around me, women and girls, all naked, touching me, touching me everywhere, my skin oiled, slick, warm, all the hands, all the fingers, going everywhere, reaching in, touching, caressing, probing, deeper, so many hands, girls, women, every age, wanting me, touching me, taking me, having me…

 

“Julie? Julie?”

I opened my eyes. Where was I? Oh yes, on Carla’s bed. I realized then that I must have been moaning very loudly.

“Are you okay?” my mother asked.

“Yeah, I… sorry,” I giggled, “I just got too into it, I guess.”

Taking a deep breath, I pushed myself up on my elbows and looked around. My mother was on the bed, naked, holding my hand. Kate was staring at me, wide-eyed. Carla stood back, also naked, smiling as if perhaps she had a sense of where I’d been.

“I never knew it was possible,” my mom said, her eyebrows raised, “for someone to have an orgasm just from a hand massage. But I’m glad you enjoyed it so much.”

I hadn’t actually had an orgasm. I don’t think so, anyway. But whatever it was, a dream, a hallucination, I loved it. It was scary in a way, but exciting too. I wondered what it would take to make it happen again.

I grinned at them. “It was really nice.”

“So, are you ready for more now?” Mommy asked.

“Yeah, definitely!”

“Okay, then let’s do the belt next.”

“Okay.”

My mom unbuckled the wide leather belt and gently tugged it out from under me. Before setting it aside, she held it across her breasts like it was a sexy top and posed for us. We giggled about that. Then she motioned to Carla and Kate, “Come on, you two, help me with her sweater.”

They all knelt on the bed around me and slowly began to pull my thin sweater up, little by little. I was breathing harder, feeling my excitement grow as more of my skin was revealed.

When the sweater reached the undersides of my breasts, my mother whispered, “Slowly now…”

…and they inched the material higher… …by just a tiny bit… …showing the barely-there swell of my immature titties… …then the light pink of my areola… …and my puffy nipples…

I heard sighs of appreciation and passion as my young breasts came into view.

“So beautiful,” sighed Mommy.

They took the sweater off over my head and looked at me. I put my hands on my titties and squeezed them, making the nipples stand up tall for them to see.

“Just so beautiful,” Mommy repeated, licking her lips. Then she took a deep breath and said, “Now the skirt.”

Shifting down on the bed, they slipped their fingers inside the elastic waistband of my black knit skirt. I lifted my bottom and they slid the skirt out from under me and slowly down my legs. I was almost naked now, nothing but my undies left.

“I want to take those off,” said my mom. “You two can watch.”

She knelt between my legs and bent down to kiss my belly, very softly, just above the top of the red hipster panties. She sighed and kissed a little lower… on my panties… on my mound… and still lower, on my pussy lips… I shivered with arousal. She smiled up at me, and her fingers went inside the waistband of the panties, pulling the material away from my skin, and then — and then she used her teeth to pull the undies down, with only a little assistance from her hands. It was so sexy, seeing my mother take off my panties with her teeth!

When the undies were off, Mommy held them to her face and smelled the crotch, inhaling my feminine scent. She kissed the inside of the panties, leering at me, gave a little giggle, and then turned to look at Kate. She was next.

But I interrupted. “Wait, um, could you maybe do something?”

“Sure, sweetie, what is it? What do you you want?”

“Well, I’d really like it if you could — all of you I mean — if you could, like, put your hands on me for a minute and kind of massage me all over.”

“All over?”

“Yeah, I mean, like, just massage me. But with all of your hands at once. Six hands.”

“Of course, baby, if that’s what you want.”

And so they did.

They gathered around and I closed my eyes and soon I felt their hands, so many hands, caressing my body, hands and fingers on my breasts, on my legs, on my belly, on my chest, on my arms and on my hands, on my face and in my hair, on my neck, on my feet, hands everywhere, all over, touching my nipples, playing with them, sliding up my legs, caressing the inner part of my thighs — oh, it made me so wet! It was incredibly exciting, just like in my dream or whatever that had been.

After a couple of minutes, my mom said, “How’s that, baby? Okay?”

“Perfect,” I sighed, opening my eyes and smiling at them.

I sat up. “Kate’s turn now, right?”

“Yes,” Mommy nodded, “we saved the youngest for last.”

My sister seemed very excited, her pretty brown eyes big and round as she looked at each of us in turn.

“Come here, Katie,” our mother whispered.

They were kneeling on the bed, already close to each other. Mommy leaned in, bringing her lips to Kate’s, and they shared a soft kiss. Then she said, “Darling girl, I’m so happy you’ve joined us, me and your sister.”

My mom glanced at me, smiling warmly. “This is what I’ve always wanted. Now, all we need… is…” She didn’t finish her sentence, but shuddered slightly and lifted a hand to her breast, pinching the erect nipple. Then she licked her lips and pulled Kate closer, kissing her deeply.

I was almost sure she was going to say something like ‘all we need is Molly’ but for some reason she didn’t come out and say that. Just thinking about it, though, made me feel even more aroused.

I put a hand on my tits, caressing them and playing with my nipples as I watched my mother and my sister kiss each other so passionately. How fantastic it would be to have Molly here with us too! Could that really happen? I sure hoped it would.

When they ended the long wet kiss, Mommy said, “All right, baby girl, you can tell us how you want to do this, how you want us to take off your clothes.”

“Oh, um,” Kate hesitated, looking around at us again. Then she smiled at me, “I want to have Julie take off my bra. And my panties. But I guess, um, Mommy, you can take off my shirt — oh, except wait, you said everyone’s supposed to do it together, right?”

Our mother chuckled, “It doesn’t matter. We can do it however you like. Want to start with your shirt?”

“Yeah, I think. Um, no, wait.” She stuck out her legs. “Carla, can you take off my shoes first?”

“Yes, miss.”

Carla crawled around to be closer. She opened the zippers on each ankle boot and gently removed them, placing the shoes on the floor. Then she took my sister’s feet in her hands, one by one, and massaged them, kissing them and sucking on her toes. Kate seemed to enjoy it a lot, though she didn’t have nearly the extreme reaction that I had.

“And now my shirt. Uh, Mommy, will you unbutton it?”

“Of course, angel.”

As she took a position in front of Kate, our mother held her own breasts in her hands, squeezing them again and pinching the nipples. She really loves touching herself that way. After giving Kate a tender kiss, she slowly began to open the buttons on the white shirt. When the little bra came into view, she cooed, “Ooh, how nice.”

With the shirt open, Mommy and Carla each took a sleeve and slid the garment off my sister’s arms. Then they unzipped and removed her denim skirt. Now Katie was ready for me, in the pink and white bra and panties we both loved so much.

I got onto my knees and took her hands in mine. Looking deeply into her eyes, I said, “Do you remember what you told me? That it had to be for something really special?”

She nodded. She knew exactly what I was saying.

We gazed into each other’s eyes a moment longer, sharing a bond of sisterly closeness. I whispered, “I love you, Kate,” and we kissed.

“Mmm,” I heard my mother sighing. I glanced to the side and saw that she had begun masturbating as she watched her daughters kissing.

I touched the bra, caressing the smooth satin. In the center of each cup I could feel little bumps, my sister’s hard nipples. I kissed her again and then reached behind her back, unhooking the bra. I let it fall away, setting it on the bed.

Then I did what my mom had done with Carla. I said, “Come close and look at her.” My mother and Carla moved in next to me.

“Look at her nipples, how perfect they are.” I wet my fingertips and teased the ends of Kate’s tiny nipples, making them even stiffer. I remembered the word my mom had used and whispered, “So exquisite.”

Kate was breathing hard, moaning under my touch. I decided to go a step further. Extending my tongue, I flicked it over the tip of each nipple, repeatedly, again and again, until I could hear her gasping with excitement.

“Mmm, I love you Katie,” I told her. Then I kissed her wet nipples and sat back to look at her.

My sister’s face was flushed, her eyes hooded, her lips parted and moist. She was just a girl, a 10-year-old little girl, and I was only 12. As my mom had said, we were still children. But we knew what sex was, and we both wanted it.

“Now the undies,” I whispered.

Continue on to Chapter 48