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

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