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Nanny for a Night, Chapter 2

  • Posted on May 12, 2015 at 11:34 pm

An Unexpected Visitor

By Cheryl Taggert

By the time that night rolled around, we had engaged in various forms of sex, even making a daisy-chain where I was licking Trish, who was licking Christy, who was licking me. As we were making oral love to each other, we switched places where each of us was licking the one who had been licking us. It was fun and very erotic. I’d had these fantasies for a long time, but I’d never imagined I would be so lucky as to have two little ones in bed with me–little ones who were more than eager to try everything I suggested since my suggestions so far had resulted in such good feelings.

Finally, it was time for bed. I wasn’t ready for sleep yet, but it was near 10:00, and Christy and Trish needed their sleep. Still, there was one thing we hadn’t explored yet. It was the one thing I was unsure about because it involved the anus, and little girls can be SO disgusted with anything to do with that area of the body. But what a wonderful erogenous zone! My mouth was watering to get my tongue on those lovely rosebuds! While I had touched Christy’s little flower while eating her, I don’t think she had been aware of it exactly, so involved was she in the sensations that were flooding her body at that time.

So as I tucked them in, I decided to go for broke. After all, the worst they could do was look disgusted.

Which of course, they did. But I didn’t stop with the suggestion. I knew I’d have some convincing to do before I began, and I’d decided how to handle it already.

I’d put them to bed in my king-sized bed — naked of course — and sat on the edge of the bed to kiss them goodnight and start the conversation about their butts.

After kissing them for several minutes, I asked them if they knew about that other spot on the body that when licked and played with felt almost as good as having their pussies licked and played with. Of course they didn’t, but they were very eager to hear about it.

“Well, it’s a place you might not think is too nice to kiss and lick and play with, but it sure feels good when you do.”

“What is it?!” asked Christy, her gorgeous eyes opening wide.

“Well, both of you close your eyes and spread your legs wide.” They did, but not wide enough. “Pull your knees up to your chest and hold them there.” They did. Checking to see if their eyes were closed, I placed a finger of each hand near their buttholes. Then I moved in and placed my finger on the spot I sought to pleasure.

They both flinched away from my finger and opened their eyes. “That was my butthole!” said Trish.

“I know. That’s the place I’m talking about.”

“Eww!” they squealed in unison and looked at each other in disgust. “That’s where I poop from!” said Christy.

“I know, but it’s clean now from the shower and you haven’t pooped since then, have you?”

“No, but still. My butthole?” said Christy. I thought of informing her I’d already tickled that spot when she came but decided to hold back on that little nugget of information until I needed it.

“Well, if you don’t want to find out how good it feels to have me lick it and play with it, that’s your loss,” I said, getting up from the bed and hoping the ploy would work. After all, if I started and they didn’t like it, I would stop immediately. I just didn’t want them not to try it because of what usually happened down there.

“You mean it feels good?” asked Trish.

“Like when you lick our pussies?” added Christy.

“I think it does, but there’s only one way to find out,” I said, raising my eyebrows to hint what had to be done to learn if they liked it or not.

“Do we have to lick and play with your butthole too?” asked Christy.

“Honey, you only have to do what you want to do. I won’t say I wouldn’t like for you to, but I’m not going to force you to do anything you don’t want to do. Ever. Have you both liked what we’ve done so far?”

They both nodded.

“Do you think I would do anything to hurt you?”

They shook their heads–a definite NO.

“Do you think I’m trying to trick you into doing something that doesn’t feel good?”

Vigorous head shaking–absolutely not!

“Well, then, are you willing to at least try it to see if you like how it feels?”

They looked at each other, probably checking to see if the other was willing. I could see it in their eyes they didn’t want the other to think they were “weird” for letting me rim them, though they didn’t know the term for it, of course. The decision made, they looked at me and said “Okay” together.

“Who’s the lucky and brave one to go first?” I asked, knowing they would fight now for the privilege of being the ‘brave one’. Two hands went up immediately, but Christy’s was just barely ahead of Trish’s. “Okay, Christy’s hand was first.” Trish pouted a bit for losing. “It’s okay, Trish, honey. You can come down and watch me and learn what I’m doing at least.” With that her adventurous spirit was once again restored and she grinned at me.

I had Christy turn over and scrunch her knees under her to raise her butt in the air. My heart was pounding as I looked at the little bubble butt open before me, waiting for me to do whatever I wanted to. I think I was drooling–again.

Trish was quite interested and as I spread Christy’s butt cheeks, she put her face up near Christy’s butt to look at the offered anus. I moved my face down to the offered puckered jewel and stuck my tongue out just to graze the small ring of flesh. From Christy I heard a sharp intake of breath. I did it again and got the same reaction. Each time her butt also flinched a bit at the wet contact of my tongue, but more or less stayed where it was.

“Feel nice?” I asked.

“Mostly it feels…strange and different,” said Christy. “But I like it.”

“I thought you would. When I was licking you before, I put a finger on your butthole. You were too excited to notice, but I know it was adding to your enjoyment of what was happening to your body.”

“My turn!” said Trish, and I had to laugh. Moments ago they were disgusted by the idea of having their butts licked, and now they couldn’t wait.

“You’ll get your turn, Sweetheart. I’ve not even begun with Christy yet.”

Now I moved in and started slathering her anus with my tongue, getting it delightfully wet. I continued this until her hips began to squirm on their own. I heard sighs and moans starting from where Christy’s head was lying sideways on the pillow. After a few minutes, I stopped long enough to ask if she liked it. “YES!” she said and wiggled her butt at me to get me back to licking her butthole.

I looked at Trish, who was nearly in a trance. Then I noticed why. Her hand was busy at her pussy, rubbing herself, masturbating shamelessly before me. I leaned over and kissed her. Without thinking, she kissed me back, tongue and all, her hand still working her tiny clit. Suddenly, she realized she was swiping her tongue along my tongue–the same one that had been licking Christy’s butthole. She pulled back, wide-eyed. “It’s okay, honey. It’s really no different from her lips if she’s clean, and she is.”

“I didn’t taste anything. I couldn’t taste any poop,” she said.

“And you won’t, Honey.”

“Hey! What about me?” asked Christy, her butt twitching around for attention.

With that, Trish looked at me and asked, “You promise?”

I nodded my head, not believing what she was going to do with almost no convincing. “As long as she’s clean, you won’t taste anything.”

Trish leaned forward and after a few tentative licks to verify she wouldn’t taste any poop, she planted her mouth on Christy’s butt. I couldn’t see what was happening, but from the looks of things, Christy was getting a first-class rimming from Trish. She started moaning and grunting again. I left that end of Christy and moved to her head. She saw me there.

“You mean, Trish is–” she panted, only believing it was her because my own mouth was right there. I nodded and moved to kiss her, putting the tongue that moments ago had been rimming her into her mouth and wrapping it around her tongue. If it occurred to her where my tongue and lips had been moments ago, she didn’t show it. She just kissed me, grunting and groaning into my mouth as our tongues danced and her nine-year-old sister bathed her asshole with her tongue.

Soon, I left Christy there panting and moved down to where I could lick her pussy while Trish licked her butthole. In no time Christy was coming. And hard, especially for one so young.

After Christy had come, she lay there, but Trish was as horny as ever. She moved immediately into position so I could rim her butthole too. I was happy to oblige. I began to tongue and lick her gorgeous butthole and she began to moan immediately. I used my fingers on her pussy, rubbing the smooth skin and plunging my fingers between her labia to stimulate her tiny clit, which was a hard little b-b nestled in the folds at the top of her inner labia.

It didn’t take long until she was thrashing around on my bed, and soon she, too, was coming every bit as hard as her sister had moments before.

When I finished, I looked down at them both. They were tired, but they were not ready for sleep yet. “Can we do that to you too?” Trish asked. Christy looked as if she wasn’t as sure, but she could see that Trish had not only loved having it done but loved doing it too, so she smiled and nodded.

“Yeah, we wanna do you now,” she said.

“Well, who am I to say no to such lovely little girls?”

I lay back and pulled my knees up, exposing my anus and pussy to their delighted gaze. Trish was the first to start licking my butthole, and Christy went after my clit. Soon, though, Christy was nudging Trish out of the way and, with only a second’s hesitation, plunged her tongue onto and into my butthole. Soon, she was rimming me like a pro, and Trish, for the time being, moved to my pussy.

I lay there, looking down at where my pussy and butthole were exposed to the mouths of these sexy little girls. I took time to stare at their pussies, burning the pictures of this moment into my brain for future fantasies that would play as I masturbated to the memories. In a single night, these cherubs had become experts at oral sex. I must be a better teacher than I thought I was. Or they were just naturals at it.

Finally it was all more than I could take. I started coming, and it seemed to last an hour. I was spasming and hunching my body in orgasmic bliss as wave after wave of orgasm coursed through my body. Small body-quakes rolled through my insides as each wave crashed onto the shore of my bliss. I felt my life was perfect now, and the thought occurred to me that I might just move to where these girls lived  and offer my services as a cheap, live-in nanny for this family.

My orgasm reluctantly subsided and suddenly, I too was tired. We lay down on my bed together and fell asleep, wrapped together like a wonderful present to each other, which in some ways we were. I wasn’t aware of anything until I heard my doorbell at 7:30 the next morning.

Expecting it to be my neighbor, who often stopped by around that time to see if I wanted to run with her, I got out of bed, slipped on a small robe, and went to answer the door. As I opened it I was saying, “Darla, I’m not up to it this–” and stopped mid-sentence. It wasn’t my neighbor Darla. It was Terri, the mother of Christy and Trish–the two lovely nine-year-olds lying naked in my bed and smelling of sex. In fact it occurred to me that I, too, probably reeked of pussy. I thought for a moment I was going to faint. I had provided her my address, of course, and apparently she had somehow found it.

A hundred explanations zipped through my mind but none of them would be good enough to explain why two little girls were sleeping in my bed, naked, and smelling of pussy. I thought of using the excuse “they had a nightmare,” but realized how ridiculous that would sound–two girls having a nightmare at the same time, and why would having a nightmare involve sleeping naked with a woman who was also naked, or at least had been before putting on the sorry excuse for a covering I had grabbed in my haste.

Terri saw the look on my face, and her look of apology instantly turned into one of confusion and curiosity. I must have looked very shaken. In fact I was shaking. I wondered if she would kill me when she almost certainly figured out what had happened last night. I actually felt bad she might end up in prison for something I started. Then I realized if she didn’t kill me, I would certainly end up in prison.

“What is it?” she asked. “Is something wrong? Are the girls alright?!”

“I um…. I mean… uh….” It was all I could think of to say, which of course meant I couldn’t think of anything to say at all. My brain was too busy flashing my life before my eyes.

Looking oddly at me, her eyes registering an unknown fear, she moved sideways to the hallway, turned, and walked down toward my room–and the guest room I had with the untouched bed. And as Terri went to my room to see the evidence of what her daughters and I had done the previous night, I did what anyone would do. I sat on my sofa and began to cry. She stayed in my room for some time, longer than I would have thought she would once she saw the naked, sleeping little girls who must have reeked of sex. While she was back there, I began to imagine all sorts of terrible things. Headlines that blared, “Local Middle School Teacher Caught in Sexual Tryst with NINE-YEAR-OLD Girls!” Yes, the girls’ ages would certainly be in all caps. I could see myself in prison, being hated by many of the mothers there who were incarcerated with me. “Here’s what I’d do to you if you’d done that with MY daughter!” and the homemade knife would come out and the blade would disappear into the soft flesh of my belly. My life was over. I seriously began to consider beating my prison-mate to the punch and just killing myself.

I could hear nothing from the bedroom. I awaited the sound of the voices of Christy and Trish, as they woke up to Terri’s questions about what had gone on there last night, and the girls would be too scared to even attempt to lie.

But I heard nothing. And the longer the silence went on, the more frightened I became.

I continued crying, not looking around or even being aware of where I was. Just crying and sobbing by now. I was afraid Terri would kill me, and I was afraid she wouldn’t.

Finally, I felt a presence near me and I looked up, expecting Terri to be holding a weapon of some kind. A gun if she had one, a knife from my kitchen if she had no weapon of her own. (Odd what your mind creates in such times of extreme stress.) What I did see stunned me so much my sobs turned to quiet weeping in a heartbeat. Terri did not have a gun; she did not have a knife. She was crying herself. At first I wondered what she was crying about, and then I realized she was heartbroken over what I had done. She was trying to come to grips with the fact that I had violated her precious daughters, and precious they were. And she was almost certainly planning how she would kill me and would rightfully be able to claim temporary insanity.

I waited for her to begin screaming at me. I was suddenly aware that I could hear the sound of the air flowing through the vents from my air conditioner and the birds outside chirping merrily in their ignorance of what had happened. I seemed to be able to feel every inch of material where my butt met the sofa. And I was painfully aware of the smell of pussy that seemed to saturate me and the air around me.

Again, I waited for the screams to begin. Guilt that matched the power of my orgasms the night before washed over me.

“I’m sorry… so sorry,” I cried, praying she would somehow understand.

What happened then seemed to happen in some sort of underwater dream, as if reality had split away from the fabric of my world, leaving an alternate reality behind that seemed as impossible as it was real.

Instead of screaming at me, she came over and sat softly on the sofa beside me. She was still crying, of course. It had only seemed like an eternity since she came out of my bedroom where her naked and now sexually experienced daughters slept in blissful ignorance of what had developed, much like the songbirds who were still singing outside my window. It had really only been a few seconds since her return from the scene of the crime.

Her breath hitched into her lungs as if she was trying to breathe through a blockage. She looked at me, tears flowing freely down her beautiful cheeks. I suddenly realized her hand was on my knee, then my thigh. Then her lips were on mine. To say I was shocked would be like saying the surface of the sun was a little warm. I was in complete confusion, but my lips and tongue knew what to do on their own as I returned the kiss. Then I felt her hand on my pussy. Her fingers played in the soft fleshy folds of my sex, coaxing juices from my vagina I thought I’d used up last night onto the surfaces that felt so good to be touched and fondled. Her pinky finger moved to my butthole and began to play with my rosebud, which only served to make me hornier, as well as more confused. I couldn’t figure out what had happened and what was happening. Was she tricking me? Was she going to suddenly change into a vengeful mother seeking retribution for what had been done to her nine-year-old twins?

Then it hit me.

What she’d seen in my bedroom had turned her on. It had turned her on a lot, based on the reaction I was the beneficiary of. She wasn’t going to kill me after all; she was going to fuck me to death, maybe, but she wasn’t going to kill me.

She moved a bit and, taking my hand, placed it on her butt. I could feel the softness beneath the thin, cotton skirt she wore. As I slid my hand over the softness, I realized she wasn’t wearing panties, either that or she had some kind of new panties that not only had no panty line, but was so discreet you couldn’t even feel the elastic edges of them, and if she did, I wanted some of those. My hand moved beneath the material of the skirt and I realized what I’d known without realizing it: she was sans panties. I wondered if she always went around in short skirts with no panties. She’d seemed, well, nice, but practical. She didn’t strike me as the kind of woman who would traipse around town in a short skirt and no panties, especially given the stiff ocean breezes that were nearly constant this time of year. She’d be flashing everyone who came within 100 feet of her. Where the hell were her panties? She had to have been wearing them when she arrived.

I stopped thinking about this riddle and concentrated on the beautiful woman who was doing her best to seduce me, though she didn’t have to try very hard at all.

I began to remove her clothes as we kissed with a heat so intense I thought we might burn ourselves. When we were naked, we moved immediately into a hot, humping, horny sixty-nine. I could tell she’d done this before. She was just too good. And women don’t simply decide on the spur of the moment to practically rape another woman they barely knew, though one cannot rape the willing, especially the VERY willing. After all, she was extremely beautiful, though she didn’t have what would be called classic beauty. Her nose was slightly turned to the right instead of a streamlined and perfectly formed nose. Her eyes were fairly ordinary, actually. I mean sometimes I see a woman and I recognize that her eyes are her best feature immediately. But Terri’s eyes were just–eyes. Nice ones, but nothing to stop the presses of the latest fashion magazines over. But still, she had a beauty about her. She was pretty, in a girl next door sort of way. She obviously kept herself in shape, but there was a slight “pooch” to her belly, probably from pregnancy. But none of these things mattered. What did matter was what secrets had she been hiding about her feelings for her daughters, and what we were doing at that moment. And what we were doing was making love to each other. She was loving me, physically and spiritually, and I was loving her in the same way.

I buried my face in her pussy, drinking up her juices as if they were life’s finest wine—which they basically are. My fingers sought her butthole and played with it, teasing it and soon I had pushed a finger inside to tease the tender flesh just inside her flower. Her pussy smelled and tasted so sweet that I recalled her daughters’ pussies and how they’d tasted so delicious and the thought, “Like mother, like daughter” came to mind.

And the suddenness of the change in my fortunes was incredible. I felt as if I’d just died and was taken to the gates of Hell just before a bunch of angels jumped out and yelled, “SURPRISE!” and whooshed me into Heaven. The surprise was that complete.

Soon we were each bucking strenuously against each other’s mouth, seeking release. I had come several times the night before and I figured she had as well since sex with each other was, after all, the reason she and her husband had hired me in the first place. I felt the climb up the mountain begin as my orgasm advanced. My body seemed to be saying, “YES, OVER HERE!” at its approach. I could tell Terri was about to come as well, and soon that’s exactly what we did.

As we were coming, I noticed that we each were doing our best to be quiet, as though to make sure the girls didn’t hear us and discover us together and ruin our secret. I was not wanting to do the explaining, and I wasn’t sure the girls would be so happy about this development. After all, it’s not every day you learn your mother is into sex with other women—or little girls for that matter, since that was what had precipitated our lovemaking. Then again, maybe they would be thrilled. Who knows?

After we’d both come, she lay with her head in my lap and told me her story.

“I can’t believe I’ve found someone I can tell this to, but based on what I saw, you and I are very much alike in at least one important way. We both get sexually turned on by little girls. And God help me, I’ve lusted after my daughters since they were four. Maybe even before that. I used to masturbate when the girls breastfed, even when their nursing became painful after the long sessions needed to feed them both. I would get so turned on from that. I would get my juices on my fingers and smear them on my nipple for them to suckle. Then I would smear some on their little pussies and play with them. They seemed to love that, so I convinced myself I wasn’t doing anything wrong since they enjoyed it so much. They are my daughters, and I wanted them to be happy, and that seemed to make them happy. I know it did me. Sometimes I would smear pussy juice on both nipples and have one on each breast while I masturbated myself and them. They didn’t have orgasms, though I usually did after finishing with them, but they would just be so at peace, calm. Those touches soothed them. When they became old enough to where I thought they might remember what I did, I stopped, but not because I wanted to. I finally had to get Jim to bathe them, claiming it got me down in the back to do it, but the truth was I so wanted to rub their little pussies when I bathed them. I wanted to rub them, fondle them, and…kiss them, and…put my tongue inside their little mounds.

“Then I saw them in your room and I instantly knew what had happened. I saw your guest room door was open, but the bed unused. I saw they were naked in your bed. I leaned over and sniffed their mouths and the sweet aroma of pussy juice was definitely there. The smell was on you when I came through the door, though it wasn’t until I had started down the hall that I recognized it. That’s when I knew. You’d done with my darlings what I’d wanted to do for so long. I was jealous. And I was instantly horny. Maybe hornier than I’ve ever been before. You probably noticed I wasn’t wearing panties. They’re on the floor beside your bed. I pulled them down and let them fall to my feet, and I stood there and masturbated over their naked bodies until I came. But that wasn’t enough. I wanted everything. I wanted you, of course. I wanted you the moment I saw you yesterday. I also wanted my girls. I wanted what you’d had with them. I still do, but I’m afraid. What if they are shocked by what I want to do with them? What if they can’t respect me as their mother anymore? What if they tell someone?”

“I doubt seriously that they’d tell anyone,” I said, my first words, other than my frightened apology, since the stammering gibberish I’d greeted her with at the door.

“How do you know that?”

“Because. Then they’d never get to do that again with each other, you, or even me. They LOVE it. And when I say they love it, I mean it’s the best thing in the world to them. If they knew that telling someone would end the fun, they would keep their juicy secrets to themselves and each other and nobody else.”

“You’re sure?” And suddenly, I was. The two little ones in my room were going to love the fact their mother wanted to do the same things to them we did last night.

“Very.” We were silent for a moment. She sighed a few times, obviously wondering how they would take the news that their mother wanted to make love with them.

Finally, I broke the silence. “Why did you come over?” I was very curious about that.

“I thought you three might want to go out for some breakfast. Jim was out for the count and I was wanting to eat something.” She giggled lightly. “And boy, did I eat!”

I felt some motion, small and secret, and looked down at Terri’s lap–where her hand was softly masturbating. The movements were gentle, unhurried, but I could tell they wouldn’t be for long. Terri seemed insatiable. And suddenly I realized she wasn’t the only one. I, too, was getting hot again. I leaned down to kiss her to start another lovemaking session when I heard another noise that let me know we weren’t the only two females enjoying each other. I heard a moan from my bedroom. Then a gasp. Then I heard Trish say, “Oh, yes! Right there!” This was followed by more moans, and a look of glee from Terri.

“They’re doing it,” she whispered. I could tell by the mischievous gleam in Terri’s eyes–which WERE beautiful after all, it suddenly seemed to me–that she wanted to sneak down the hall and at least listen if not watch.

I smiled in devilish understanding and motioned for her to sit up and follow me. We tiptoed down the hall until we were at the edge of the open door to my bedroom. I peeked around the door and saw they were much too involved to notice us. I motioned for Terri to take a look. Soon, we got up the nerve to enter the room quietly. Christy was licking Trish’s pussy, and Trish was coming with her eyes scrunched closed.

“Fuck! Fuck! Fuck!” Trish uttered with each spasm. I looked at Terri, and smiled at the shocked look on her face. I put my finger to my lips to indicate silence for now and pointed to the floor at the foot of my bed, indicating that Terri should hide there. As Terri got down on all fours and moved smoothly to her place, I moved around the room to where I was standing behind Christy, whose bald little pussy was now staring right at me.

“Hi!” said Trish, grinning at me. “We woke up horny and you weren’t in here, so we did it together. Is that okay?”

“Honey, anything you want to do to each other or me is okay. But there is one thing I need to make sure you understand. You can never tell ANYONE else about this. If you do, I will go to jail, and you two may not be able to see each other again.”

The meaning of my words hit home. They both looked at me with saucer-shaped eyes. “You mean that?” said Christy.

“Definitely. You’re too young to understand, but some people would think what we’ve done is terrible, but it isn’t. They just like to make people feel guilty about what they feel and do. So don’t you EVER feel guilty about this, and don’t EVER tell anyone, either. Otherwise, what I said would happen will happen, and a lot of people would try to make you feel guilty about what we’ve done.”

They both promised me they would never tell a living soul; then I said, “Okay, we’re gonna play a different game. You have to lie back on the bed, shut your eyes, and put a pillow over your eyes so you can’t see anything. Then something wonderful will happen to you. But if you’re peeking, it won’t happen. It’s sort of like when Santa comes at Christmas. If you might see him, he won’t come to your house. So, no peeking, okay?”

They giggled, saying “Okay!” and covered their eyes with the pillows.

I sneaked a peek to see if they were cheating, but they weren’t. I motioned for Terri to quietly get on the bed and have some fun with them. She got up and looked at me with a huge smile before looking at them in absolute amazement. They were hers to do with what she wanted. She immediately bent over and started tonguing her daughter Christy. I could tell by the look of absolute bliss that Terri was in a sort of heaven all her own. I gently lay down to lick at Trish’s pussy. For the moment, Terri was too absorbed in what she was doing to notice, and I was thankful I had one of those mattresses that others on the bed can’t feel motion if you move. The two girls were at least two feet apart on the bed, and I was licking Trish while Terri was licking Christy. Each girl thought I was the one licking her. Soon, Christy began to respond to the loving her mother was giving her. She was twisting and writhing around in ecstasy as Terri pleasured her.

“Lick my butthole,” said Christy. I stopped what I was doing and nodded toward Christy’s butt. Terri, a look of amazed joy on her face, dove in, enjoying the feel of her daughter’s anus against her mouth and tongue.

“What?” said Trish, obviously confused. I realized this wasn’t going to last like this, but that was my plan anyway. I’d just hoped it would go on a bit longer.

“I wanted Cheryl to lick my butthole,” gasped Christy.

“She will when she’s done with me,” said Trish. “You’re so greedy sometimes.”

“Huh?” said Christy and removed the pillow to see what the hell was going on since I couldn’t be licking her asshole and licking Trish as well.

“MOMMY!” yelled Christy, reaching for blankets to cover her nakedness, not grasping the idea that if her mother was the one licking her, she wasn’t in trouble. But then she did grasp it. “Mommy?” she said softly, confused but not disgusted, a smile beginning to form on her beautiful face.

“What?” said Trish, and pulled her pillow off her head. She saw Terri and her eyes grew into full moons. “Uh…we…um…I mean…” She sounded a lot like me about an hour before.

“It’s okay, Muffins. I’ve wanted to do this with you both for so long. Is it okay if we do this too?” Terri looked worried, but not scared. I think like me she already knew the answer.

“YAY!” yelled Christy and threw herself into her mother’s arms. Trish, not to be outdone, threw herself on them and they had a triple hug. Which turned into a triple kiss. Which led to everyone remembering how horny we all were and this led to an orgy.

I leaned over and kissed Terri on that beautiful mouth of hers and looked into her gorgeous eyes. How could I ever have thought she lacked what people would call “classic beauty”?

Continue on to Chapter 3

Mommy’s New Girlfriend

  • Posted on May 12, 2015 at 12:50 pm

By JetBoy


 
Clara Sheppard was a happily married woman of thirty-two with a daughter who had just turned eight. Her husband Mitch was a structural engineer whose work sometimes took him away from home for extended periods. This week was one such time.

Clara was bisexual, and had an understanding with her husband that she could enjoy intimate pleasures with her girlfriend Linda when he was away from home. This week, however, Linda was out of town visiting relatives, so Clara would be spending the week alone with her daughter Sarah.

She and her husband had always taken a very enlightened approach when it came to raising their child. Sarah was taught the facts of life earlier than most kids, and the subject of sex and sexuality was always open for discussion. Sarah knew all about her mom’s relationship with Linda, and that sometimes, as Clara told her, “girls love girls and boys love boys.” Young as she was, the child understood that such feelings were perfectly natural.

That evening, while Sarah and her mother were watching a movie on TV, Linda called to chat with Clara.

As Clara shared a warm conversation with her girlfriend, exchanging affectionate words and, at one point, wistfully telling Linda how much she missed her, Sarah was staring at the television screen without even registering the movie’s plot, every bit of the little girl’s attention centered on what Mommy was saying. The young girl had just begun having sexual thoughts of her own, and her curiosity was piqued by the the relationship between her mother and Linda.

“I love you too… bye-bye,” Clara murmured to Linda, then gently returned the receiver to its cradle.

Sarah gazed up at her mother, giving her a smile of sympathy and understanding.

“You miss Linda, don’t you, Mommy?” she asked.

“Yes, sweetie, I do,” Clara sighed, “very much.” She gave her daughter a resigned smile. “It’s okay, honey. I’ll get to see her some other time.”

Sarah pondered the situation for a moment. Then she slowly stretched out on the couch, flashed her mother an impish smile, and uttered six words that shook Clara to her very core.

“Can I be your girlfriend, Mommy?”

A surge of astonishment coursed through Clara’s body as her daughter lay on the couch, coquettishly peering up at her. That warm tingly sensation she knew so well flared between her legs as she beheld her little Sarah in an altogether different light.

Having been attracted to women ever since reaching puberty, in addition to recently discovering a certain unexpected attraction to pretty young girls, the idea that she might become aroused by her own daughter one day had sometimes lingered in Clara’s mind. But she hadn’t expected that day to arrive so soon! After all, Sarah was only eight.

Gathering her thoughts, Clara took a long, deep breath in a vain attempt to calm her racing heart, then carefully sat on the floor before her little girl, pausing to admire her beauty. Sarah was a slender nymph with warm brown eyes, a pretty mouth and hair the color of raw honey. She had on a long white cotton nightie, and Clara knew that the child wore nothing underneath but panties.

Her eyes dancing with excitement, Sarah kicked off her fuzzy red slippers as she eagerly awaited her mommy’s reply.

“Sweetie… you know I love you, m-more than anything in the world,” Clara stammered, reaching out to take Sarah’s hand.

“I love you too, Mommy!” Sarah chimed in before her mother had a chance to continue. “And I really wanna be your girlfriend… just like Linda!” Grasping Clara’s hand in her two smaller ones, the child brought it to her lips to kiss, than pressed it to her chest.

Clara seemed to melt under the seductive gaze and smile of her darling little angel, growing more aroused than ever at the thought of the two of them becoming lovers. Of course, she couldn’t permit such a thing to actually happen…

Taking another deep breath, Clara shifted closer to her daughter, stroking her hair with trembling fingers. She moved to give the girl a peck on the cheek, then her eyes widened in surprise as Sarah turned her head, placed both hands on her mommy’s cheeks and kissed her firmly on the mouth.

When Sarah drew away, flashing that endearing, impish little smile of hers, Clara could only gape at her child. “Baby,” she gasped as she ran a hand down her daughter’s back, completely unnerved yet aroused beyond belief by Sarah’s kiss. She quivered inside as her fingers drifted dangerously close to the child’s soft bottom.

The temptation was there to give into madness, to take Sarah in her arms and give the little girl the forbidden love she seemed to want. Somehow, though, Clara managed to restrain herself.

“The thing is, honey,” she began, “there’s different kinds of love… and the love that mommies and their daughters share is very, very different from the love between girlfriends,” Clara explained, as her hands explored the softness of Sarah’s legs and her ticklish little feet. But as she breathed in the scent of her child’s baby-soft hair, Clara realized that this sudden unexpected attraction she felt for her Sarah was precisely because she was a little girl.

Thrusting that thought away, she managed to add, “I mean, baby… the things I do with Linda aren’t the kind of things mothers do with their children. They’re more for — for big girls.”

What things, Mommy?” Sarah asked curiously, then, before Clara could reply, “You mean like hugging and kissing and stuff?”

“Y-yes, sweetie,” Clara replied, her heart throbbing so hard that it echoed in her ears, “and — and stuff.”

“Oh, Mommy, I wanna be a big girl too!” Sarah pleaded. “Can we just be pretend girlfriends then? Oh please, please, pretty please with sugar on it an’ a cherry on top?”

Clara’s mind raced frantically. She wanted so badly to make her little girl happy. How to do that without going too far? she asked herself. Think. Think.

Silently, the thirty-two-year-old mother made her decision — all the while wondering, deep down inside, if “going too far,” wasn’t exactly what she wanted to do with Sarah.

“Okay, you little imp, we can pretend!” Clara sighed in mock exasperation, acting a hell of a lot more confident than she felt. “I’ll give you a nice ‘big girl’ back rub, just like I give Linda. How’s that, honey?”

“Yay!” Sarah excitedly squealed, and before Clara could say a word the child got onto her knees, reached down to grasp the hem of her nightie and tugged it up and off in a single fluid motion, leaving the adorable eight-year-old wearing nothing but panties.

Clara’s head swam as she drank in the sight of her daughter’s near nakedness. The girl was flawless; absolutely flawless. Honey-brown hair spilled over shoulders that were now bare, a few strands curling down to her boyish chest. Clara couldn’t keep her eyes from being drawn to Sarah’s nipples, the pink buds all but begging for the touch of a loving mouth. Her gaze journeyed further down the girl’s body – she’s letting me look, Clara realized with a start — finally resting on the slight rise of her daughter’s mound, only concealed by those snowy white panties.

Sarah knelt before her mother, giving her the chance to see almost everything before she lay down on her tummy, settling onto the couch with a blissful sigh. “Okay, Mommy, I’m ready for my back rub now,” she cooed, giving her bottom a playful wiggle.

Clara drew closer to Sarah, her hands trembling ever so slightly as she carefully placed them on the child’s smooth skin. Steadying herself as best she could, she began to stroke and gently knead her daughter’s bare body.

The young girl let out a feline-like “mmmmm,” all but melting from her mother’s touch as Clara’s hands moved freely about. They vigorously massaged Sarah’s shoulders, then worked their way down her back.

As for Clara, she was melting even more at the tactile loveliness of Sarah’s smooth, baby-soft skin. Then there was the sight of her little girl’s bottom, the pale cheeks peeking out from the bottom of her panties.

“Mmmmm…that feels so good, Mommy,” Sarah moaned as Clara’s hands rubbed her lower back. “Are you gonna do my legs, too? And my bottom?”

Taking a long, shaky breath, Clara complied with her daughter’s request — the first part, anyhow. I can’t let myself rub her bottom, she told herself. I can’t. If I touch her there, how will I be able to stop?

Instead, she began to rub the backs of Sarah’s thighs, working down her daughter’s legs until she reached the girl’s pretty little feet. Taking the left one in her hands, she began to fondle it.

“Oooh… that feels funny, Mommy!” Sarah gasped, wriggling happily as her mother’s fingers stroked the sole of her foot, then slipped between her toes.

Jittery as she was, Clara couldn’t help but feel amusement at her baby’s ticklishness. “It does, does it?” she laughed. Feeling a sudden crazy impulse, Clara brought Sarah’s foot to her mouth, nibbling lightly at the child’s toes.

Sarah squealed with delight at this, but that soon gave way to a pleasurable moan as Mommy kissed her delicately arched instep.

“Oh baby, I love you so much,” Clara breathed as she pressed her lips to the bottom of her daughter’s foot, carried away in the midst of her playful behavior. God, she marveled, even this turns me on, makes me want her even more!

“I love you too, Mommy,” Sarah whispered back.

Helpless to stop what she had so hesitantly begun, Clara started working her way back up Sarah’s thin legs, every atom of her being alive with erotic hunger. Ankles, shins, calves, knees — all the way up to the little girl’s thighs.

She trembled, barely holding back an impassioned moan as her daughter parted both legs slightly, as if encouraging Clara to touch in between them.

No! the lightheaded mother quickly admonished herself. Don’t even think that. You mustn’t!

But as she kneaded Sarah’s soft, supple thighs, the beautiful mother felt the reservations she had about indulging in lesbian love with an eight-year-old girl — and her own daughter at that! — begin to slowly evaporate, like morning fog at sunrise.

Then Clara felt her arousal soar to even greater heights when she spied the merest hint of dampness between her daughter’s legs, a small, slightly darker patch on Sarah’s panties.

Sarah looked up at her mom, flashed an impish smile, and seductively wiggled her bottom. “Rub me there, Mommy… pleeease?”

Clara swallowed hard, braced herself, then began a slow, sensuous massage of her daughter’s pert little rump. Sarah’s girlish giggles quickly turned to ‘big girl’ sighs and moans. Clara was beside herself with a heady mixture of motherly love and incestuous lust.

As her fingers pressed into the soft yet firm flesh of her daughter’s supple bottom, they inched ever closer to her moistening flower. The urge to give way to temptation and touch that divine juncture between her child’s thighs raged in Clara’s soul.

Suddenly it was all too much. She had to make love to Sarah right this minute – or flee the room!

In the face of such desperate desire, Clara somehow decided on restraint; realizing that there was a way out, a means by which she could purge this overwhelming lust — and safely out of her daughter’s view.

“Sweetie… Mommy has to — to go to the bathroom,” she told Sarah, and hastily rose onto tottering legs. “I’ll be right back!” she added, exiting the room as quickly as she could without running.

The bathroom door closed and locked, Clara seated herself on the floor with her nightgown open, staring sightlessly at the ceiling. She leaned against the bathtub with a hand inside her panties, feverishly working herself toward climax as visions of Sarah flashed in her mind’s eye.

She pictured the little girl completely naked, seated between her parted legs and whimpering in ecstasy as Clara stroked the moist petals of the eight-year-old’s smooth sex.

“Oh my baby, my d-dear sweet baby girl, oh! I — I adore you, p-precious…” Clara gasped and panted, gulping for breath as her body rocked forward and back in a frenzied orgasm.

Little did she know, however, that Sarah was listening in at that very moment, her ear pressed carefully to the door’s other side. Mommy was trying very hard to be quiet, but her whispered words were easy to make out.

After reaching a momentary plateau of satisfaction — enough to take the edge off, at least! — Clara rose, wiped herself, washed her hands, then returned to join Sarah in the living room.

And there her daughter sat, in front of the couch. Only now she was clutching Clara’s pink scarf to her chin with both hands, the silken material draping down to spill on the floor between her spread legs.

Before she could ask Sarah what on earth she was up to, her daughter smiled… then let the scarf fall away.

Clara gaped in a confused mixture of desire, awe, and fear at what she saw. Her little girl was now completely naked, panties lying nearby on the floor, the child’s legs open to reveal the rosy cleft of her virgin sex.

And as Clara stood, riveted to the spot, Sarah slowly trailed a hand down the front of her body, finally tucking it between her thighs. “Look, Mommy… I can be a big girl too!” the girl proudly proclaimed with a seductive smile, brushing her bare slit with the tips of all four fingers. “See, I like touching my kitty, just like you..”

Clara began to shiver as Sarah gazed up at her with an expression that seemed positively angelic, all the while lightly touching the smooth, glistening pink flower. “Mmmmm, this feels nice…” the eight-year-old child sighed as she masturbated for Mommy.

Helpless to turn away, as she knew she ought to, Clara instead moved closer; thighs trembling as she knelt before her daughter, needing to see everything. I shouldn’t, it’s wrong, she thought, but to no avail — the sight of Sarah pleasuring herself was absolutely mesmerizing, its erotic pull too compelling to resist.

“Do you like watching me?” whispered Sarah, that busy hand pressing between her legs, more firmly now. “Ohhhh… d-do you think I look sexy, Mommy?”

As Sarah spoke those words, Clara’s reservations about lesbian incest were swiftly falling by the wayside. “Oh God yes, baby,” she gasped. “Don’t stop – show me what a sexy big girl you are.” We both want this so much, she told herself. It’s meant to be.

Clara’s fingers were unusually clumsy as she undid her nightgown, letting it slip over her shoulders and down to the floor. Sarah’s eyes widened as her mother’s ample breasts were exposed.

“Wow… you’re so bee-you-ti-ful!” Sarah exclaimed, the color rising in her cheeks as she used two fingers to stroke the petals of her glistening sex. “Um… wanna play sex stuff with me, Mommy? Like you do with Linda – pretty please?”

It was an open invitation to indulge in her most forbidden craving; to commit a sin that could tear her life and the lives of her loved ones apart if she and Sarah were found out. Nevertheless, Clara found herself unable to refuse.

“Yes, sweetie — I’ll play with you.” Clara slipped out of her panties, then stood completely nude before her little girl. Soon to be my lover, she marveled.

Smiling hugely, Sarah got up on all fours and turned away from her mother. “Catch me if you can, Mommy!” she squealed joyously, wiggling her cute little bottom as she crawled away, peering over a bare shoulder at her mother.

The thirty-two-year old mother stared at her child, feeling a wave of heat rise beneath her belly as Sarah played the coy young tease, the eight-year-old’s jiggling buttocks beckoning, taunting her. Catch me if you can…

Three steps brought the nude mother to her giggling daughter, and she bent down to encircle the girl’s waist with both arms. “Ha! Got you now, you sexy little girl!” she exclaimed as she lifted a squirming, laughing Sarah to her feet.

Kneeling before her, Clara drew the child into a lover’s embrace, nuzzling the sweet-smelling hair, her hands exploring as much of the baby-soft body as she could reach. Sarah cooed with delight, nestling into her mother’s arms.

Reaching under the girl’s chin, Clara gently tilted Sarah’s face up to hers, momentarily losing herself in those dark brown eyes.

“Sweet baby,” she whispered, “I love you more than — than anything.” She kissed the tender rosebud of her daughter’s mouth, lightly at first.

Clara’s rising lust could no longer be denied, no, not for another second — she deepened the kiss, her heart skipping a beat as she sensed the parting of the little girl’s lips, felt them open like a morning flower. Clara, now all but delirious with desire, reached down to cup her daughter’s small, soft bottom as she allowed her tongue to penetrate Sarah’s waiting mouth.

Sarah hesitantly began to join in the lovemaking, her tiny hands seeking out Clara’s breasts even as the child’s tongue emerged to play. Clara moaned when she felt curious fingers pluck at her nipples, making them throb almost painfully.

Now mother and daughter were embracing like lovers, tongues dancing in a true lover’s kiss.

Eager to take things further, Clara gently broke away, then guided Sarah’s face her down to her breasts. The little girl responded instinctively, taking an erect nipple between her lips to suckle.

“Oh yes, darling… yes,” Clara moaned, “that feels heavenly…”

Her hands were still cradling Sarah’s bottom — and as the girl continued to nurse, Clara began to fondle those delicate globes. She allowed her fingers to slip between the tender cheeks, teasing the cleft of her daughter’s anus.

A soft whimper escaped the child’s lips as she continued to shower affection on Mommy’s big, beautiful breasts, cupping one with her two small hands while she lovingly suckled the other.

“Mmm, I’m your little baby now… right, Mommy?” Sarah cooed as she let go of her mom’s breast, gazing adoringly into Carol’s lust-glazed eyes.

“Oh yes, Sarah,” Clara sighed, tears of joy welling in her eyes. “You’ll always be my sweet angel baby,” she continued, slipping her hand between the girl’s soft, supple thighs, fingers seeking and finding the warmth of her smooth slit. A new surge of arousal surged through Clara’s belly when she discovered that her daughter’s honey was flowing freely.

Bringing those wet fingers to her lips to taste the sweetness that coated them, a moaning Clara lay back on the thick shag carpet. Little Sarah happily crawled on top of her, squirming against Mommy’s naked body.

“Oooh… are we making love?” Sarah cooed, as she felt her mom’s hand delve once more between her quivering legs. “Mmmmm, I like that, Mommy…”

“Yes, my baby, we’re making love,” a dazed Clara replied as she trailed her middle finger between the moist petals of her little girl’s flower, then let the tip glide along the vaginal cleft until she was touching the tiny nubbin of Sarah’s love button. The child’s eyes widened in surprise, her lips parting to let out a choked whimper as Mommy lightly brushed the throbbing clit.

Sarah’s head rested on her mother’s breast, the girl’s tongue emerging to lick at a stiffened nipple as Clara masturbated her to the very edge of climax. “F-feels good, Mommy,” she stammered, “so good!”

Her own sex aching for release, Clara reached down to slide a hand between her thighs, plunging two fingers into the slippery canal. She probed herself hard and deep, waves of pleasure mounting steadily until she was panting and heaving in raw animal lust.

Sarah was mewling helplessly, lost in warm, wonderful new feelings as she rode her Mommy’s hand, both arms twined around Clara’s neck, face buried between her breasts.

“Oh, oh baby… I love you s-so much!” Clara cried as she sensed her little girl edging tantalizingly close to orgasm, desperately wanting to join Sarah in ecstasy. “Oh yes, baby, come for Mommy… that’s it… oh yes, yes, my s-sweet little lover girl… you make Mommy feel b-better than, than anything…” She was babbling now, on the verge of meltdown. “I adore you, sweetheart…”

“I love you too, Mommy,” Sarah gasped as those big good feelings got bigger and bigger inside… “I wanna be your lover girl forever an’ ever… I love you, I love you, I love you, I LOVE YOU!” The child was almost shrieking, every part of her shaking as she came.

Clara exploded in her own earth-shattering orgasm, teeth clenched tightly as she forced four fingers into her vagina, deep as they could go. With the other hand she continued to stimulate her daughter’s clitoris, taking Sarah and herself to the peak of rapture and beyond.

The next thing that Clara remembered was finding herself sprawled on the floor, spent and gasping for breath. Little Sarah was on top of her, showering her naked body with kisses. The child paused to briefly suckle each of her mother’s nipples, then eagerly nuzzled her way down Clara’s belly and to her moist, neatly trimmed bush.

As Clara stared at her daughter with awestruck eyes, Sarah lovingly caressed her mommy’s glistening vulva, then brought that hand to her lips to imbibe of the sticky love nectar.

“Mmmm… yummy good!” Sarah cooed as she tasted the sweet honey dripping from the vessel that had given her life. Licking her lips, she lowered her face between Clara’s legs; kissing, then licking at the tart flesh for a few divine seconds before popping up again, her eyes dancing excitedly, lips and chin glistening. “Mommy? Are we real girlfriends now?”

Gazing in wonder at her little girl, Clara found herself beginning to cry. Only somehow, it was mixed with joyous laughter. “Oh, yes, baby,” she replied, quickly brushing the tears away. “We are absolutely lovers, you and I.”

“Yayyyy!” Sarah cheered, thrusting her fists into the air. “I’m Mommy’s lo-ver, I’m Mommy’s lo-ver…” She suddenly paused, pursing her lips in thought. “Um… you won’t stop being girlfriends with Linda, will you? I really like her!”

“No, hon,” Clara replied. “I like her too.” She struggled into a sitting position. “Come on — let’s go up to my room now and get all cozy. We can rest for a little bit… then Mommy’s got lots more wonderful things to teach you about making love.”

Sarah quickly sprang to her feet, grinning hugely. “Ohboyohboyohboy! Let’s go!”

Clara slowly stood, then scooped a giddy little girl up and into her arms.

Padding through the house with this precious cargo, Clara kissed Sarah’s mouth again and again as she carried her to bed.

They spent the night in each other’s arms… a mother and daughter exploring the possibilities of their new love.

*****

This originated as a brief, very arousing vignette by Leslita author and friend Rboy. Upon reading it, I asked him if he’d permit me to spin his idea into a longer story. Not only did he generously allow me to play with his words, Rboy became a partner in the creative process, adding ideas and input to the finished product. Much gratitude to him for making the creation of this story a joyful experience for me. I can only hope that the rest of you experience some of that joy for yourselves in the reading.

 

The Joy of Looking, Chapter 63

  • Posted on May 12, 2015 at 11:14 am

By Naughty Mommy

We finally did get dressed and leave the room and eat some breakfast that day. But not until first doing as I’d suggested, taking a nice shower, washing each other, happily rubbing our hot soapy hands all over everywhere. After barely drying off, we dashed back to the bed and made hot love for another hour or so, before getting up to take a second shower.

By this time, though, we were both getting really hungry. And no wonder, it was almost 1:00 PM!

We ate french toast with maple syrup and fresh fruit on the side. I drank juice and my mom had coffee. Cassia and Delia were all smiles, warmly greeting us. They were well aware, of course, what my mom and I had been up to all those hours in our room. I grinned to myself as I remembered that I’d made sure they could hear what we were doing.

It was a gorgeous day outside, bright and sunny and pleasantly warm for March, the air smelling fresh and clean. Some of that, perhaps, is a reflection of how I was feeling inside, but anyway, I was on top of the world as my mother and I went for a long walk after our delicious brunch.

We strolled up and down the lanes, looking at the beautiful forested hills, finding some open meadows, hearing a few birds singing early spring songs. As we walked, I began thinking. I pondered how our lives would be different now, my mom’s and mine. What did this mean for us, this change in our relationship?

“Mommy, um, when we get back — back home, I mean — will everything, like, be different now? I mean, since you and me are, you know, really truly lovers and stuff?”

She squeezed my hand. “What do you mean, sweetie, when you say ‘be different’? Can you be more specific?”

That was one of the things I loved about her, one of the many things. She would almost always check to be sure she knew just what we were asking before she started to give an answer. I knew that was part of her legal training, but I also knew it was just how she was, someone who really cared about the people she loved, who wanted to know and understand what they were thinking.

“Well, I mean, um, will you and me sleep in the same bed now, when we get home? And will we, like, tell Kate and Molly about it, about the stuff we did up here, I mean? Also, I guess, can I, you know, do all the things with Kate that I did with you last night? Or even, I don’t know, maybe even with Molly?”

My mother squeezed my hand again. “Those are good questions, honey, very good questions.”

She didn’t say anything else right away. We kept walking. I could tell she was thinking about what I’d asked, and so I didn’t interrupt.

After about five minutes, she said, “Let’s take those issues one at a time. Starting with, will we sleep in the same bed… I don’t think we should, and I’ll tell you why. I don’t mean we can’t ever, I love doing it, but it should happen just once in a while, as a treat. There are two reasons for that. First, because I am not only your lover now, your romantic lover and your sexual partner, I am also still your mother. I think we would do best to try to maintain that relationship, along with our new one. You are still a growing girl, you have your tough teenage years ahead of you, and I want to be able to stay in that role, as your mother, your protector, your guide, so I can assist you, counsel you, and even discipline you if I ever need to. It may not be easy for us to keep those roles separate, but I think we can do it if we try, and I think we should try. Does that make sense to you?”

“Yes,” I nodded. “It does, it really does.”

I felt myself starting to get choked up again as I marveled at her, at her intellect, at her love for me, at the way it all came together to make her the person she was, the woman I loved.

“It does make sense,” I managed to add, in a somewhat hoarse voice. “I agree.”

“And the second reason is discretion,” she went on. “You know as well as I do that a lot of narrow-minded people would be horrified if they ever found out about our relationship. Horrified and most likely furious. I could really get in trouble, legal trouble, I mean. But I’m willing to take that chance because I love you and I want to be with you this way. However, we have to stay acutely aware of the situation we’re in, of the risks involved. We’ll have to be extra careful not to let anyone know what we’re doing, not even give the slightest hint. Some people will know about it, of course, people we trust, but to most of the world, we can only present ourselves as a normal mom and daughter, a normal family. That means we should still have separate bedrooms, sleep in our own beds at night, and so on. Do you agree with that too?”

“Yeah, but, Mom, it’s scary to think about you getting in trouble. That would be awful. I mean, I would die if anything really bad ever happened to you. Maybe we just shouldn’t—”

She stopped walking and turned to face me, her hands gripping my shoulders. “No! We are not going to let others determine how we live. We are strong, independent women. We can and we will make our own choices. Oh, we’ll play their little game, acting out our conventional roles in their conventional world. But that’s all an act. We are fooling them. You and I will know we are choosing to live the way we want to live, not the way someone else is telling us how to live. Do you get that?”

My eyes were wide, my mouth agape. Never before had I seen her being so ferocious in defense of our ‘alternative lifestyle’. I knew she had a reputation for being strong and tough in the courtroom. That was part of what made her so successful as an attorney, asserting and demanding the just rights of her clients. I’d never had the opportunity to watch her in court, but now I was learning how powerful she could be when she had an idea she deeply believed in and that she fully intended to convey, no matter what it took.

“Yeah, um, I’m sorry, Mom. I agree, we should live how we want to live.”

“That’s right.” She looked sharply at me. “Don’t ever take any of that for granted, honey. Women and men have fought for years, for centuries, to get us where we are today, and we still have a long way to go. It would be very easy for us to backslide again if we aren’t careful.”

“Okay,” I nodded meekly.

She smiled for the first time in a while. “Oh, look at me, Clarence Darrow and Gloria Steinem and Susan B. Anthony, all rolled into one. But this stuff is important to me. It’s important to you and your sisters too, or it should be.”

“I know.”

My mother gazed at me for a few seconds before leaning in to give me a quick kiss on the lips. “Okay, I’m done. The plaintiff rests.”

“Whew!” I chuckled, “I’m really glad I’m on your side.”

“That’s funny,” she grinned. “That’s what my boss says sometimes.”

“I can imagine.”

We began walking again, hand in hand, calming down after my mom’s outburst.

A minute went by, and then she said, “So, uh, there were a couple of other questions you raised. First, how much should we tell your sisters about what you and I did up here. And second, can you start having sex now with Kate, going all the way, I guess, the way we have. Is that what you asked? Did I leave anything out?”

“Um, well, I asked about Molly too. About doing stuff with her, I mean.”

“Oh, yes, of course. How could I have forgotten that!” She squeezed my hand again and I giggled.

“All right. Well, it would be pretty awkward if we didn’t tell them what we did here,” she said. “I mean, we don’t have to go into all the details necessarily, but I don’t want us to have to keep secrets from them either. Do you agree?”

“Yeah, I really do. Especially with Kate. I mean, Molly’s younger, so I don’t know how much we should say to her. You can decide that. But Kate and me, like, we always tell each other everything. Just about anyway.”

“I know you do. I’m glad you two are so close.”

“We really are.”

“That’s sort of related to the second question, isn’t it…” she mused. “You are very close to Kate and so you don’t want to keep anything from her. And since you are so close, naturally you want to share your feelings with her, not only your emotions but your physical feelings, your affection, your desire for her.”

I was starting to get turned on as we talked about this. “Yeah, I do. I love her, and… and, like, I want her too, a lot.”

“Mmm,” my mother lifted my hand and kissed it as we continued to stroll. “I like hearing you say that. I love watching the two of you together.”

It was quiet for another minute. Then I asked, “So I can go ahead and do all that stuff with Kate now? Everything?”

“God, Julie, you’re really turning me on.”

She inhaled deeply and I looked up at her face. It was flushed. My mom was wearing a jacket, but it was open, and through her thin pullover sweater I could easily see the sharp points of her erect nipples. Whether that was from the slight chill in the spring air or from the erotic nature of our discussion, I’m not sure. Probably it was both.

“And I want to do it with Molly too,” I told her. “I think about that all the time. I mean, I know she’s younger, and I won’t do anything if you say I shouldn’t, but I really want to. If she does, I mean.”

“With Molly…”

She actually put her hand over her tit and squeezed it then, pinching the nipple. Right out in the open, walking on the country road! There wasn’t anyone around to see it, not that I knew of anyway, but still, touching herself that way, right out in the open!

“Let’s head back,” she said, a tone of urgency in her voice. “Back to the inn before I rape you right here.”

“Mom!” I laughed.

She smiled at me and we walked quickly back.

Ten minutes later we were in our room, struggling together on the bed, still mostly dressed, kissing and groping, trying to pull off our clothes, giggling and panting, rubbing and touching, finally starting to get somewhere, reaching inside, finding hard nipples and wet pussies. We made love almost frantically, desperately, with such longing, such fierce desire, as if this was our last time and if we didn’t do it fast we would lose our chance forever.

We both came, using our fingers on each other, and then my mom pulled my jeans and my undies down around my ankles and knelt on the floor between my legs, pushing them apart, licking me avidly until I came in her mouth. I came twice that way, and then we rested for a while.

* * *

As we’d hurried back from our walk, there was something I was thinking about. Obviously I was thinking how exciting it was to be rushing along with my mother, holding hands, both of us eager to get to our room again and have sex. But I was pondering something else too.

It was interesting to me that I was in love with my mom and she was in love with me, and we’d confirmed that we were now in a special relationship, a committed romantic relationship in addition to being mother and daughter — and yet, at the same time, she wasn’t the only person I wanted sexually.

I was totally hot for her, constantly, but I wanted my sisters too, Kate and Molly. Not to mention lots of other women and girls I knew, like Melissa and Danni and Carla and, well, just about any nice-looking female I saw, whether they were 30 years old or 10 years old or anywhere in between, maybe even older or younger too. I loved thinking about sex with girls and women. I fantasized about it every night in my bed, and I wanted to really do it all the time now, as much as I possibly could, make love with all sorts of different girls. I was obsessed with lesbian sex.

Yet, like I said, I was in love with my mother, deeply in love, completely devoted to her in every way possible. So, was it weird for me to feel that way about her, to think we had a special commitment, and still have the hots for all these other women and girls, including my sisters? Was I being unfaithful to her in some way? I knew, of course, that she liked having sex with other women too, and that she was just as attracted to Kate and to Molly as I was, so she was in the same position. But what did that mean in terms of our relationship?

I couldn’t come up with a good answer then as we raced back to the inn together, but I decided it was something I would have to talk about later with my mom after we’d taken care of what was clearly our number one priority at the moment.

* * *

As it turned out, I didn’t get a chance to have that discussion with my mother that afternoon.

After our quick bout of nasty sex, we cuddled side by side on the bed for a few minutes, quietly kissing and touching, and then my mom glanced at her watch (which she was still wearing, along with about half her clothes) and said, “We need to start getting ready for the party.”

“The party?”

“Uh-huh. Come on, get up.” She sat up, tousling her hair, trying to rouse herself. “Let’s go take a shower.”

“What party?”

My mother smiled at me. “I didn’t tell you, did I?”

I shook my head.

Leaning down to give me a kiss, she said, “Some of the people in, uh, the lesbian community around here, the community that Delia and Cassia belong to, wanted to have a party for us, for you and me, to celebrate.”

“Celebrate what?”

“You know, the commitment we’ve made to each other. Our relationship.”

“Really?”

“Uh-huh.” She looked at her watch again. “They’re supposed to start arriving in about a half hour.”

I sat up. “Okay, but… I mean, who’s coming? Is it people we know?”

“Well, you know Cassia and Delia, of course, and we met Brandi and Cindy yesterday. I think they’ll be here, along with their moms, and then —”

“Brandi and Cindy? Really?”

“That’s right, and a lot of other girls too. It’ll be fun. Come on, let’s get ready.”

“Okay!”

I jumped off the bed, excited about seeing those two sexy girls again, along with a lot of other girls too! Wow, my mom sure knows how to have a good time!

We took a quick shower with no fooling around this time. Well, maybe a little kissing and touching, but that’s all. I washed my hair and then blew it dry and combed it. I kept my hair fairly short and simple, so that didn’t take very long. Then I had to decide what to wear.

I’d only brought the one fancy dress, which I’d worn the night before. I had my red dress too that buttoned up the front, but other than that just jeans and shirts and stuff. My mom suggested I wear the red dress because it would be easy to get off. She also said I shouldn’t worry about wearing panties or a bra.

Oh, so it was going to be that kind of a party! And not just with grownups, but with girls too, girls my own age! Maybe even younger than me! You can just imagine how wet and tingly I was getting as I thought about that.

Mommy put on a basic little black dress, sleeveless and very short with a bateau neckline. Like me, she went without a bra or panties. She wore black heels while I had my flat black shoes with straps. When we were ready, we held hands and looked at ourselves in the full-length mirror. I liked the contrast we made: my mom looked sexy and vampish, while I appeared innocent and girly.

She apparently liked seeing us that way too. While still looking into the mirror, she took my face in her hands and kissed me, using a lot of tongue.

“God, that’s hot,” she said, as much to herself as to me. Then we went downstairs.

It was a dinner party, a buffet, actually, with all kinds of delicious hot dishes set out on the dining room table. There was a big bowl of fruit punch, along with several open bottles of wine, and hot tea and coffee too. The dining room and the living room next to it were filled with people now, all females. Later I added them up — there were nine girls, teenagers or younger, not including me, along with eight grown women, counting Cassia and Delia but not my mom.

We were introduced all around. I tried to remember the names but it took me a while before I could get everything straight. I wanted to remember all the details that night, who everyone was and how they were related and what they looked like and stuff so I could write it all down the next day in my sexual diary. But I was sort of overwhelmed too, looking at these pretty girls and the sexy women and thinking about what it meant.

I stuck close to my mother for a while, feeling a little shy amid so many strangers. But soon Brandi came over and started talking to me and then Cindy joined us, along with her adorable little sister, Shelby, and before long I was getting more comfortable. Most of the kids finished eating before the adults did, and we all ended up sitting together, piled together, really, in a big group on a sofa and in two armchairs that faced it — ten girls ranging in age from 6 to 17, giggling and chattering like the youngsters we were.

Okay, so I think I should tell you now who the people were at the party that evening. As you know, I enjoy keeping track of all this information. I’ve been really lucky and had so many great adventures over the last few years, thanks to my mom, and if I wasn’t good about keeping notes, I’m afraid it might just all run together.

Anyway, here is who they were:

The only two girls I’d met before, of course, were Brandi and Cindy. Brandi, I quickly confirmed, was 12 years old, the same age as me, and she was in the seventh grade like I was. I liked her a lot. We were sitting next to each other on the sofa, sitting very close, and she was holding my hand. Brandi was in a cute mini-dress with cap sleeves. It was sort of dark brown, in a pattern with red and gold streaks. I kept looking at her legs, which were bare. They were long and slim and perfect, smooth white skin with a pinkish glow and some faint freckles. I really wanted to touch her legs, slide my hand up under her dress, find out if her little cunny was getting as wet as mine —

Whoa! You can see how turned on I was that night, and I’m sure I wasn’t the only one feeling that way. Even though we were having a great time, a bunch of young girls jabbering and laughing together, I was definitely aware of a sexual overtone in the room. We all understood why we were there. We knew this was not an ordinary party. To an outsider, it might appear like any other festive social gathering, but we knew that it soon would turn into something else.

All right, sorry for the digression. Back to what I was saying. [I have to confess, though, that just as my mind was racing then with excited thoughts about who would be doing what with who once our clothes were off, as I’m writing this now, five years later, it still gets me totally turned on. I wish you could feel how wet my pussy is right now.]

Brandi’s mom, who was in her mid 30’s, was named Emma. She was very pretty with the most vivid blue-green eyes, a redhead like her daughter although her hair was slightly darker and not as curly. She was tall, around the same height as my mom, maybe 5’8”, with a nice figure. Really stunning. Emma was wearing a flared black skirt and a white top with a sweetheart neckline. Her long lovely legs were bare, and she wore short-heeled shoes.

Cindy sat next to me on the other side. Squeezed in beside her on the sofa was her little sister, Shelby. Cindy was 10 and Shelby was 8. They were both blondes with blue eyes, slender and incredibly cute. Cindy was in a very girly yellow cotton dress with a floral pattern. It was soft and feminine and so seductive. Shelby was wearing short denim overalls, carnation pink, over a white leotard. I couldn’t wait to see her naked.

Their mother, Shannon, was medium height, about 5’4”, with sandy blonde hair and hazel eyes. She was quiet, not as outgoing as most of the other moms, but very nice and sweet. We’ve stayed friends with her and her kids and I always like seeing them. She wore a pleated skirt that night, dark gray, with flat shoes and a lavender blouse.

Next to Brandi on the sofa was Leslie. She was 16, a gorgeous brunette with long straight hair, dark eyes, full lips, and well-developed breasts. I could tell just by looking at her that she’d already had lots of experience with girls and that she loved it. Leslie was wearing skintight jeans and a shimmery silver blouse, open far enough to reveal plenty of cleavage. It was obvious she wasn’t wearing a bra. My mouth watered.

On the other side of Leslie was Diana, maybe the prettiest girl in the room. She was 17 years old, a blonde with her hair in bangs, setting off her enticing blue eyes. Her skin was flawless, her legs long and shapely. She was in a hot pink micro-mini-skirt with a tight blue tank top. Her smile could kill a herd of elephants, and it certainly had me prepared to die for her.

Diana’s mom was named Logan, also a blonde but with brown eyes. She was medium height and really pretty with a nice tan, an outgoing personality, and a winning smile. You could easily see where Diana got her looks. Logan was wearing jeans and boots along with a sleeveless white blouse.

Sexy Leslie had two younger sisters, Mindy and Tina, who were seated together in an armchair next to the sofa, squeezed in side by side. The girls looked almost like twins although they were a year apart. Both were brunettes, dressed similarly in black jeans and tight fitting sweaters. What really got my attention, though, was how quickly their bodies were maturing. Mindy was only 12, like me, but she already had nice plump breasts, probably a B-cup, and her little sister, Tina, who was just 11, had bigger boobs than I did too, at least an A-cup. They looked very happy to be there, their dark eyes shining with excitement.

Nicole was the mother of Tina, Mindy, and Leslie. She was bright and funny, always telling jokes. Although she was maybe around 40, her figure was amazing. She evidently worked out a lot and enjoyed showing off the results. She was wearing spike heels and a super-tight low-cut dress that night, her big breasts spilling out the top, her toned legs tanned and oiled. Like her daughters, she was a brunette with smoldering brown eyes.

In another armchair beside the sofa were the two youngest girls at the party, Chrissy, 7, and Laura, only 6. Chrissy was slim with brown hair and brown eyes. She was wearing a pink tank top and purple short-shorts over black tights. Her legs were really cute for a 7-year-old. But it was her little sister Laura who was the heartbreaker, a darling little brunette with the hugest, most inviting deep brown eyes you ever saw. She was in a tiny yellow and white dress, frilly and girly, that barely covered her little bottom. I fell in love with her the minute I saw her. The sisters stayed mostly quiet, just watching and listening to the rest of us girls. I kept glancing over at Laura, trying to catch her eye, and when I did, I gave her a big smile.

While I was doing that, my mom was making eyes at someone too, a beautiful young woman named Katherine who turned out to be the mother of Laura and Chrissy. Katherine was stunning, 28 years old, a dance instructor with sensational legs, a trim waist, and nicely proportioned breasts, all displayed in a knee-length knit dress that clung to her figure. I wasn’t surprised that my mother chose to focus a lot of attention on her, a woman with the sort of classic beauty that my mom simply could not resist. Katherine had a wide mouth with full lips, very kissable, and of course luscious brown eyes, the kind she’d passed on to Laura.

Okay, so now I’ve described everyone who was there except for Cassia and Delia, and their mother, Olympia. Well, you know what Delia and Cassia looked like, I’ve told you that before. They were tall and dark, olive-complexioned, full-breasted, with gorgeous long legs. For the party, they were both wearing tight black mini-skirts, high heels, and tan blouses with long sleeves. The outfits were not quite identical, but very similar, again almost like uniforms. And extremely sexy.

Olympia, I soon learned, was the one who had started the business, the Sapphic Retreat, more than two decades earlier. She was about 50 and still in pretty good shape, although her waist and thighs were thicker than her daughters’. Her hair was black and wavy, her eyes very dark, her lips full and red. The woman had the most penetrating gaze, as if she could see right through the clothes of everyone in the room and was eager to run her hands all over their bodies. She wore a tight-fitting dark green dress that came to just above her knees. It was scooped low in the front, revealing acres of cleavage.

Something about Olympia was kind of intimidating to me, and yet also very arousing. I had never really fantasized about being with a woman her age, but as I saw her staring at me so intently that night, with such obvious lust, I could feel my pussy getting wet.

Continue on to Chapter 64

The Joy of Looking, Chapter 62

  • Posted on May 12, 2015 at 11:02 am

By Naughty Mommy

My mother tenderly held me in her arms, whispering little things in my ear, kissing my cheek, my nose, my chin, sometimes my lips, petting my hair, telling me how very much she loved me.

When I could breathe normally again, when the tremors that kept shimmering through my body had all subsided, I opened my eyes and turned to her, smiling, “Thank you, Mommy.”

She returned the smile and kissed my mouth.

“I want to do that now,” I whispered.

“Do what, baby?”

“You know, lick you that way. I want to do that now. I really, really do.”

She chuckled, “Oh, good. I was afraid you would never ask.”

We laughed together and hugged, kissing a few more times. Then I got up on my knees. She shifted around, putting her head on the pillows, lying on her back.

I leaned down between her legs, slowly pushing her thighs wide apart with my hands.

“Mommy, can you, like, move over a little more this way?”

I tugged at her legs, getting her to slide closer to the edge of the canopy bed, nearer to the table and the candles. The soft light in the room was certainly romantic, but it didn’t allow me to see as much as I wished to see.

“Wait, um, I want to turn on a lamp, okay? I really want to see everything,” I told her.

“Sure, sweetie, of course.”

I switched on the lamp beside the bed. That was much better. Now her lovely naked body was illuminated for me.

“Good,” I smiled. I reached between my own legs and rubbed myself for a few seconds before lying down on the bed between her outstretched thighs. I looked at her.

Like everything else about her, my mom has a beautiful pussy. She keeps her pubic hair short and neatly trimmed. Her outer labia are smooth and puffy and pink, especially when she is aroused as she was now. Her inner lips are thin and delicate, almost like butterfly wings. In the bright glow from the lamp, I could see fluids gleaming at the bottom of her slit, dripping from her vagina.

I kissed her inner thigh a few times, hearing her moan. I wasn’t going to tease her, though, at least not quite the same way she had teased me. What I really wanted to do before I began to lick her was take a very close look at my mother’s pussy.

I scooted in a little more, until my face was only a few inches from her crotch. Using my fingers, I pulled her outer labia apart. Her smell was strong, that familiar heady aroma from her cunt that told me how turned on she was. Strands of moisture glistened between her lips. Moving in even more, I gently separated her inner labia. Now I could see inside her, into her vagina. I could almost feel the heat radiating from within her. Her sexy hole gaped open, waiting for me.

“Mommy,” I sighed almost inaudibly, more to myself than to her. My mouth was watering as I stared at her tempting cunt.

I took the middle finger of my right hand into my mouth, sucking on it, lubricating it. Then I placed the tip of that finger at the opening of her vagina and slid it slowly inside. My mother groaned.

She was hot inside and very wet, extremely juicy. My finger slid in easily. It went all the way up, as far as I could reach. I wiggled it around inside, feeling her respond, hearing her whimper and moan.

I decided to add a second finger. Drawing the first one out, I looked at it. It was shiny and slick, as if it had been dipped in oil. I sucked the finger, tasting my mom’s delicious juices. Then I put my two middle fingers inside her. Again, they went in easily, except it was a tighter fit now. That seemed to excite her even more.

“God, yes,” she urged, “fuck your mommy’s pussy, little girl!”

I moved my fingers slowly in and out of her. Slowly at first, but then gradually faster and faster. She responded by throwing her legs wider apart, opening herself to me.

A thrill of realization suddenly washed over me, making me dizzy for a moment. I was actually doing this! I was in bed with my mom and I was fucking her pussy with my fingers!

Thinking about that made me want to come. I slid my other hand underneath myself so I could rub my clit while I fucked her.

Then I thought about my mother’s clit, and suddenly I wanted to see it. I had to see it up close, very close. I wanted to gaze at it, study it, love it, kiss it, lick it. I wanted to do everything with her, and I knew that I could. We could do it all, we would do everything, whatever we both wanted.

And we could take our time, too. There was no hurry. Gradually I slowed down the rapid motion of my fingers inside her. I gently drew them out of her vagina, sucking them and licking them. Right now I wanted to see her clit.

“Mommy, um, will you show me your clit?”

“What, baby?” she panted.

“I want to see your clit. Show me where it is.”

“Oh, uh…” She seemed a little disoriented. Not surprising, I suppose, considering that I had just been fucking her almost to the point of orgasm and then stopped. As I said, I didn’t intend to tease her, I was just following my girlish impulses.

“I want to look at your clit, Mommy. Can you show it to me?”

“Well, uh, you know where it is, but… sure, okay.” Propping herself up on one elbow, she reached her other hand down and pulled back the skin at the top of her slit, pulling it back farther until a little pink bud emerged.

“Can I just look at it for a minute?”

“Of course, but —”

My mother seemed about to protest or complain, but then she caught herself. She smiled warmly at me. “You can do whatever you want, baby girl, anything you want. Whatever makes you happy.”

“Good. I just want to look at you first. Then I promise I’ll do more.”

“Sure, darling girl, you can look as much as you want. I like it when you look at me this way.” Using both hands, she pulled her lips back and apart, making her clit fully visible, a swollen pink bud shiny with moisture.

“Mm, nice,” I said to her. “I’ve never seen mine up close like that.”

“No, of course, you haven’t,” she giggled. “Although I suppose you could use a mirror.”

“Yeah, I could. But I couldn’t lick mine like I want to lick yours.”

“Ooh, fuck, I would love to have you lick my clit!”

“And can I suck on it too?”

“Yes, baby, you can suck on it just like you suck on my nipple. And put your finger inside me too. Goddamn, I want to come so bad.”

“Do I make you want to come, Mommy? Being naked with you in bed like this?” Now I was teasing her.

“You sure do…” she moaned.

“Sorry about the teasing,” I chuckled, looking up at her face. She smiled.

“Okay, I’ll lick you now. I’ll fuck you with my finger and lick your clit and make you come in my mouth. Is that what you want, Mommy?”

“Yes,” she whispered, “that is what I want.”

Without saying anything else, I lowered my face to my mother’s pussy. I looked closely at her pink clit and kissed her there. Just a little kiss, like a peck. Her body twitched and she gasped. I gave her another kiss, the same way, to see if it would get the same reaction, and it did. This was fun! I smiled to myself and kissed her that way a few more times.

Then I was ready to lick her. Except I had a request. “Mommy, keep holding yourself open like that, okay? I really like to look at you a lot. It’s like, um, that thing you said. The joy of looking. You know?”

“Yes, honey, I do know. I like having you look at me, and I love looking at your perfect body too.”

I didn’t think my body was perfect at all, but I was happy that my mom seemed to think it was. Anyway, as she said that, she pulled her fingers back even further, revealing her clit and opening her sex fully to me.

Instead of kissing her this time, I opened my mouth and placed my tongue on her clit, giving it a nice full lick.

She shivered all over, groaning loudly, “Ohh, fuck that’s nice…”

I licked her again and she groaned again. She tasted so good. I licked her one time from her vagina all the way up to her clit, coating my tongue with her wetness, swallowing her sweet juices. Oh my god, I thought to myself, I’m actually doing it! I’m licking a woman’s pussy! All that time, all that endless waiting and longing, and now I’m finally doing it!

After another long slow lick, all the way up through her slit, I drew my face away for just a moment, wanting to look at her again, wanting always to remember this, my first time licking a woman. And not just any woman, of course, but my own mother! I shivered with excitement as I realized the enormity of what I was doing.

I loved my mother so much. I loved everything about her — her face, her smile, her mouth, her eyes, her laugh, her intelligence, her warmth, her incredible body, her amazing sensuality — I loved this woman with all my being. And now I wanted to give her everything, give her the best orgasm of her life. I would do the best I could anyway, try to lick her and give her an orgasm she would never ever forget.

Moving my face down just a little, I looked at my mom’s vagina, gazing into her deep pink center. Sticking my tongue all the way out, I slid it inside her hole, inside her cunt, wiggling it around. I could hear her whimpering, could feel her body trembling beneath me.

My tongue felt so good inside her! It was hot inside her vagina, so hot and wet and perfect. Wrapping my arms around her thighs, I pressed my face tightly against her sex, shoving my tongue inside as far as it would go.

Oh my god, I wanted to stay that way forever and ever if I could, stay there with my face in my mommy’s pussy, my tongue inside her cunt, just stay there for always and always.

But I also wanted to make her come. I wriggled my tongue around a little more, hearing her groan again, and then I pulled away. I licked my lips, tasting her. My whole face was covered with her juices. I loved it. I kissed her vagina, rubbed my lips around inside her sweet hole one more time, and then I slid my mouth slowly up until I reached her clit.

Mommy was still holding herself open for me with her fingers, letting me see her clit. I kissed her there, kissing her clit, kissing it and kissing it and then licking it. I concentrated on her clit, licking her more, licking her and licking her, kissing her clit again and again and sucking on it too.

It seemed to drive her wild when I sucked on her clit. She tried to keep holding her pussy open for me, as I’d asked, but it was obvious that she was nearly losing control of herself. I knew it was time to give her what she needed, give her an orgasm.

Still sucking on her clit, I slid my fingers down again, finding the opening to her vagina, and pushed two fingers deep inside her. She cried out, “God! Fuck me!!”

I did. I started fucking her as hard as I could with my fingers while continuing to suck and lick her clit. I fucked her fast and deep. She was gasping and groaning. She’d let go of her pussy lips and her hands were now on her breasts, tightly squeezing them, pinching her erect nipples.

“Fuck me! Fuck me! God, Julie, fuck me!!”

I shoved my fingers in even harder and deeper. If she wanted to be fucked, I really wanted to give it to her.

And then I took my mouth away from her clit. I had to talk to her, had to tell her what I was doing. “Mommy, I’m fucking you! I’m fucking your cunt with my fingers!”

“Fuck, yes!! Fuck me hard!!”

“Mommy, Mommy, I’m fucking you!!” By now I was shouting, my voice as loud as I could make it. I actually wanted Delia and Cassia to hear me, wherever they were. I wanted them to know what I was doing, whether they were in their own room making love, or somewhere else in the house, or even if they were outside, I wanted them to hear me.

“I’m fucking you with my fingers, Mommy!” I screamed. “I’m fucking your cunt!! I’m fucking you!!!”

She climaxed that way, and her screams were at least as loud as mine. It was a good thing we were the only guests that night, I remember thinking, although if someone else had been there, maybe they would have liked what they heard.

“Goddamn FUCK FUCK!! Fuck me Julie!!!”

My mother squirted then. I had never seen her squirt before. The only other time I’d seen a woman climax like that was Kim, on our trip to Sea World. But as my mom reached orgasm, a splash of liquid sprayed from her pussy, spraying all over my hand, onto my face, drenching the bed. She squirted a couple more times, still screaming, and then she was done.

“Oh! God!” she panted. Her skin was slick with sweat, her body as drenched from perspiration as were my hands and my face from her orgasm. I licked my lips, tasting the salty liquid that had sprung from her pussy at the moment of climax.

“God, god, god, god…” she sighed.

Slowly she began to calm down. I drew my fingers from inside her, putting them in my mouth, licking them clean. I moved up on top of her, lying on her, our naked bodies pressed together, and I kissed her.

Mommy wrapped her arms and legs around me, squeezing me tightly to her as we kissed. I moaned, shoving my tongue into her mouth, loving her, lusting for her.

We kissed for a long time again, and as we continued kissing, I gradually began to move, sliding my body up and down just a bit. At first I was not consciously attempting to fuck her — or ‘trib’ with her, as I now know it’s called — it was just a natural action of wanting to get as close to my lover, to my mom, as I could get.

Soon, though, I realized what I was doing and how good it felt. Mommy sensed it too. She spread her thighs even wider apart, opening her crotch. Her ankles were crossed above me, over my bottom, and she tightened their grip, pulling me into her.

I shifted slightly, bringing my pussy lips into direct contact with hers. As I felt our bodies joining, making the most intimate connection, I ended the kiss and opened my eyes. I wanted to look at my mother’s face and see how she responded as I fucked her.

She opened her eyes too.

“I’m fucking you, Mommy,” I whispered. “Not with my fingers now but with my pussy. I’m fucking you with my cunt.”

I was moving faster now, panting and sweating. The contact between us was as close as it could be. We were both fully lubricated, our juices mingling, my lips sliding between her lips. With every thrust of my body, my clit was meeting and kissing hers.

My mother’s eyes were open wide, her moist lips parted, her face shiny with perspiration. She arched her pelvis, matching my actions, groaning as she pressed down with her ankles on my ass even harder, grinding my cunt into hers. “Fuck me, Julie. Fuck me! Fuck me, baby girl!”

I tried to say something in response but no words came out. Only a series of grunts, primitive sounds, expressions of pure lust and desire, of elemental need. I needed to be with her, to have her, to join with her, join with my lover. Mommy’s pussy was so hot and so wet, it was so hot it almost melted my sex into hers. This beautiful woman wanted me, she wanted everything I could give her. My mommy wanted me to fuck her!

I started coming.

This time somehow I was able to keep my eyes open. I stared into her face, squealing, panting, sobbing, as I creamed into her pussy, my whole body shuddering with each new spasm. I kept my eyes open and I stared at her, watching her receive me.

“Fuck me, fuck me, fuck me,” she hissed in rhythm with my climactic thrusts, “fuck Mommy’s cunt, fuck Mommy’s cunt!”

She kept urging me on, and I kept fucking her and fucking her. Even as I finished climaxing the first time, I wanted more. I wanted to come again on her, and I wanted to bring her too.

I kissed her, my mouth devouring hers. I grabbed her tits with my hands, squeezing her hard nipples between my fingers. And I kept fucking her, kept sliding my cunt up and down against hers. I wanted to bring her that way, a way I had never done before. She had fucked me one night in my bed, but I had never given her an orgasm with my cunt on hers. I had to do it now. I had to.

“Mommy, I want to make you come,” I whispered as we ended the kiss. “I want to fuck you and make you come.”

“Yes, baby girl. Mommy wants you to fuck her.” She uncrossed her ankles, lowering her legs from behind me, replacing them with her hands. She grabbed my ass, holding me tightly, pulling me into her. “Fuck Mommy’s pussy, little Julie. Goddamn, yes, I want you to fuck me and make me come.”

I pushed myself up on my hands, hovering over her. Sweat was literally dripping from my body onto hers. We were still moving fast together. I drew my knees up a bit, focusing all the contact on my pussy and hers. I watched her face closely, trying to see which position, which angle, which motion would give her the best response.

She closed her eyes, whispering almost to herself, “Fuck me, fuck me, fuck Mommy’s cunt…”

Then I discovered something. I discovered that it doesn’t always have to be fast and hard. I saw that when I focused on finding just the right spot, the tightest, warmest, most intimate point of contact between us, and if I could hold it there, maintain it, just move slightly, just a little, and then a little more — that was exactly what she wanted and needed.

“Ohh…” she sighed, nearly breathless, “ohhh, Julie…”

I didn’t say anything at all as I continued my slight but steady movements. I just looked at her, watching her, feeling her sweet body in touch with mine, in synch with mine. I was still sweating, breathing hard, but intensely focused now, every part of me zeroed in on my mother’s cunt, on her clit, her arousal, her orgasm.

I could actually feel my own hard clit sliding between her lips. It was so amazing, that connection we had, our feminine juices blending, our bodies perfectly meshing, our excitement mounting.

Yes, my excitement was mounting too as I mounted her and tried to bring her to a climax. I thought about what we were doing at that moment — that I was a girl, a 12-year-old girl, and I was in bed with my mom. We were naked and I was fucking her. I was fucking my mother with my pussy, and I was about to give her an orgasm.

She was getting close, so very close. As I continued stimulating her, my body moving on hers, I could sense the approach of her climax, that look on her face, the panting, the little whimpers, and I knew I had done it. It was almost time.

Inside, I felt my own delicious climax approaching too, that wonderful swirling, building, climbing, singing, soaring — AHHH!!!

We came together.

“Julie!” she screamed.

“Mommy!”
It took several minutes at least for both of us to recover. We lay in the bed, hugging, hot together, wet together, occasionally shuddering as residual spasms rippled dizzily through us.

After a while we turned onto our sides, facing each other, gently kissing, softly touching, whispering little love notes between our kisses. I was so completely satisfied, so content, so deeply in love, the happiest girl there ever was or ever could be.

That didn’t mark the end of our passion that night, not even close. Soon my mother had me on my back and she was on top of me, but reversed, in a ‘69’ position. It was the first time we had been that way when we could actually do everything we wanted to do.

I’ll never forget how that felt, how it looked, how it smelled and tasted, the little noises we made, the whispers and sighs, the groans, the juicy wet sounds of our fingers in each other’s pussies, our mouths licking and sucking and kissing our clits. I was very glad I’d turned on the lamp because I loved being able to see her, looking so closely into her slippery wet pussy, seeing her pink flesh, pulling back her lips, staring into my mother’s cunt, taking her clit into my mouth, watching as my fingers slid inside her vagina — and feeling her do all those things to me too at the same time, her fingers touching me, all her kisses, my mommy’s warm kisses on my pussy, her mouth and her tongue and her lips loving me, getting me so hot, so excited.

We both came that way, though not exactly at the same time. She came first, and then she brought me, and then she brought me again.

At some point we rolled over and I was on top, still in a 69. This time I fastened my mouth over her pussy, gripping her thighs in my hands, pressing my face into her cunt, sucking her, tasting her, shoving my tongue as deep inside her as I could, licking her, fucking her, making her come in my mouth and swallowing all her liquids.

After that orgasm, I turned around again and lay on top of her. We kissed deeply, my lips smeared with her juices, our mouths sliding together so slickly that we both began to laugh. We hugged and squeezed, mother and daughter laughing and kissing, so very close that night in our bed, our first time really making love.

Finally we slept.

We took a long time drifting off, continually touching, it seemed, never wanting to end our little caresses and our tiny kisses. We drowsed a bit with the light still on until she reached over to turn it off.

Then we slept, except not the whole night through… I remember being awakened several times, awakened by the feel of my mother’s mouth sucking on my nipples or her fingers moving between my pussy lips… and I roused her a few times, too, as I came awake in the night and wanted her again, needed her, wanted to suck her tits or lick her clit, and so I did… for hours and hours we went on that way, alternating between sleep and lovemaking… I recall awakening deep in the night, feeling her warmth beside me in the bed, touching her skin, her soft skin, caressing her very tenderly, not yet enough to wake her… and then sliding down between her legs, finding her sex in the dark, smelling her, sensing her heat… and I began kissing and licking until she awoke, moaning as if in a dream, holding my head in her hands, accepting my tongue inside her, rocking against me, taking me in, coming again and again… we kissed when it was done, kissed and tasted, and then we fell asleep once more… until one of us would awaken and we would do it all again.

Morning came, and I did too. During one of our half-awake sessions, I realized it was getting light in the room. I was near a climax and didn’t care what time it was even though noticed it was morning. I closed my eyes again and came in my mother’s mouth and then I slept some more.

When I awoke the next time, it was bright outside. The sun seemed high in the sky. My mom had gotten up to use the toilet. I followed her and watched while she finished and wiped herself, and then I did the same. We returned hand in hand to bed, getting in, cuddling and nuzzling and kissing.

After a while she asked, “Are you hungry yet? Do you want breakfast? I’m sure they’ll make us whatever you want.”

I giggled. “No, I’m not really hungry. Not for food, that is.”

“Ooh, you bad girl!” She chuckled, tweaking my nose.

“Know what I wanna do?”

“What?”

“I want us to go take a shower together and get nice and clean, and then I want to get back in bed and get all dirty, all hot and sweaty and sexy and juicy and everything, and then I want to take another shower and get nice and clean and then get back in bed and get all dirty again and…”

By this time we were both laughing at my proposal for a never-ending cycle of sex and showers.

“All day long? Just do that?” Mommy giggled.

“Yeah, but not only all day — forever!”

“Forever? A whole long life of nothing but making love with your mom and taking showers and making love again and taking more showers?”

I nodded, grinning ecstatically.

“That sounds wonderful to me.” She rolled on top of me and kissed me.

Continue on to Chapter 63

The Joy of Looking, Chapter 61

  • Posted on May 12, 2015 at 10:50 am

By Naughty Mommy

At the top of the stairs, outside the door to our suite, which was open, I saw something scattered on the floor. What was it? Oh my goodness, it was rose petals!

A trail of fragrant petals led from the door into our candlelit parlor and then into the candlelit bedroom, where the sheets had been turned down on the bed, and still further on into the bathroom, glowing with an even greater abundance of wonderfully scented candles. The big bathtub was filled with hot water and brimming with bubbly suds.

It was the most romantic scene anyone could ever hope for.

As I turned to thank my mother for making all these awesome ‘arrangements’, Cassia and Delia came into the bathroom. They had changed out of their blouses and skirts. Now they were wearing long white gowns and nothing else. The gowns were sheer, I mean totally transparent, you could see right through them. The sisters both had large breasts with big dark nipples. Their crotches showed full bushes of curly black hair. They smiled at us.

“May we help you disrobe?” Cassia asked.

“Yes, thank you,” my mom replied.

They began with my mother, kneeling at her feet, gently removing her high heels and setting them to the side. Delia stood up behind my mom and unzipped her skirt, which they slid down her legs, carefully helping her step out of it. As I watched, Cassia slowly opened the remaining buttons on the satin blouse and they removed it. Now my mom was wearing only a pair of white bikini panties. Very slowly, they tugged the panties down and off, and she was naked. Each of them gave her a kiss on the lips, and then they turned to me.

Cassia stepped close, putting a finger under my chin, raising my face to hers. The women both were several inches taller than I was, even in my shoes. Cassia said, “You are a sweet and lovely young girl, Julie. We are very happy to have you with us.”

“Oh, um, thank you.” I couldn’t think of anything else to say.

As she kissed me softly on the lips, Cassia put her hands over my breasts, gently squeezing them. I didn’t know if I should touch her or not, so I didn’t. I just stood there. Delia went behind me, slowly unzipping my dress. Together, the sisters lowered it to the floor and I stepped out of it. I heard my mother sigh when she saw my delicate underthings. Still kneeling, Delia helped me out of my shoes. Then Cassia reached behind my back and unfastened the bra. When that was off, only my little white panties were left.

Turning toward my mom, Cassia asked, “Would you like to…?”

“Yes, I would,” Mommy nodded.

“Very well. We will leave you to enjoy the bath.” Cassia kissed me again, and then helped Delia to her feet. Delia kissed me too.

Just as I thought they were going to leave, Delia put her hand on her sister’s arm and said, “Aren’t they beautiful together?”

Cassia nodded. “Yes, they are. It’s making me very excited.” She lifted her hand to her own breast, squeezing the nipple through the filmy gown.

“Me too,” Delia sighed. Then she wrapped her arms around Cassia, kissing her passionately. They kept it up for half a minute or so, moaning and using their tongues.

I could feel my nipples growing full and stiff as I watched the sisters kissing with such obvious lust and desire. I knew my pussy had to be soaking right through my thin white undies.

As they ended the kiss, they turned to us, still holding each other, their lips wet and shining. They smiled broadly, then left the room hand in hand.

Wow, I thought to myself, that sign outside should read not just Sapphic Retreat, but Sapphic Incest Retreat!

My mother grinned. “I think those two are going to have a very good time tonight.”

“Do you think they’re…?” I started to ask.

“Yes, they definitely are,” she nodded, meaning they were lesbian lovers. “I’m sure of it.”

“Wow,” I said out loud, shaking my head. Then I added, “How did you ever find this place?”

“It took some looking. I had to ask around a lot. They can’t advertise the sort of special services they offer too openly, of course, not even in Vermont.”

“Yeah, I guess not.”

“But I wanted to plan something very, very special for you, sweetheart, something we both would always remember.”

“Oh, Mommy, you’re just so good to me, I —” My voice caught again. It seemed I was veering constantly from a state of feverish erotic arousal to being emotionally overwhelmed and then back again. It was an awful lot for a sensitive 12-year-old to handle!

My mother laid her hands on my shoulders, gently massaging them. “Are you all right, lover?” she asked.

“Yeah,” I nodded. “It’s just, I mean, I’m really, really happy and… and everything.”

“So am I.” She smiled and gave me a very soft kiss.

After the kiss, she looked deeply into my eyes and then down at my mouth. “I’m happy, my love, and I want you.” She licked her own lips and then she extended her tongue and licked my lips, very lightly.

“I want you so much,” she whispered, as she held my face in her hands and kissed me again.

I could feel my heart pounding. This was really it! This was the night when everything finally would happen!

As usual, Mommy knew just what I was thinking. She placed her forehead on mine, the way Kate sometimes did. “So, baby girl, here we are, after all that waiting.”

“I know,” I replied, my voice still a little unsteady. I tried to smile. “I’m glad it’s finally here.”

“Me too. Very glad.” She kissed the end of my nose. “Is it all right if I take your panties off now?”

As I started to nod, she chuckled, “May I help you disrobe?”

That made us both laugh, and I began to feel slightly less overwhelmed by everything.

I took a very deep breath, and then another one. I really wanted to savor this special night, make love with my mom for the first time and remember it all, have fun, enjoy myself — and not get so carried away by my emotions that I fell apart or something. But it wasn’t easy.

My mother waited for me. I’m sure she could sense what I was going through. When I seemed ready, after I’d nodded and given her a big smile, she kissed me again on the end of the nose, and then knelt in front of me.

“These panties are really pretty,” she said. “But I’ll bet what’s underneath them is even prettier.”

I giggled.

She kissed the panties, right over my clit, kissed me there several times. Her lips stayed closed, there was no tongue, but those warm little kisses had me shivering with arousal.

A few more kisses, and then my mom hooked her fingers into the sides of the undies and began slowly tugging them down, bringing my pubis into view. When she discovered that I had shaved, that I was totally smooth now, she reacted with a gasp and then a sigh, “Ohh… how nice!!”

She drew the panties down my legs and helped me step out of them, then returned her attention to my vulva. Grabbing my bottom and squeezing my cheeks, she planted a wet smacking kiss on my mound, right where my pussy hair used to be. I was trembling with excitement.

“So beautiful,” she breathed, gazing at me and licking her lips. Then she used her fingers to carefully open my labia.

Now my heart was really pounding. My mother had never done that before, never touched me quite that way. Licking her lips again, she kissed me once more, but this time inside the top of my slit — and then she extended her tongue, licking me.

My whole body shook. Mommy’s tongue on my clit was like a jolt of electricity. I thought for a second I might faint, but I managed to remain standing.

Pulling her head back, she looked up, her hands on my hips, steadying me. “Are you okay, baby?”

“Yeah, I…” I was having a hard time catching my breath. “I… I think so.”

She got to her feet and put her arms around me, hugging me. She kissed my ear, kissed my neck, kissed my cheek, and then held my face in her hands, kissing my lips. “Let’s get in the bath, okay? And then we’ll get in bed.”

“Okay.”

We climbed into the warm water, assisting each other, and settled comfortably in, side by side, holding hands, the deliciously aromatic bubbles surrounding us. It was heavenly. I sighed and closed my eyes, resting my head on my mother’s shoulder. She kissed the top of my head.

“I love you, Julie,” she whispered.

“I love you too, Mommy.”

We remained that way for several minutes, just relaxing in the luxuriant bath, feeling close, being totally in love.

My eyes were still closed when I heard the sound of footsteps, bare feet lightly approaching. I looked up and found — Brandi and Cindy standing by the tub — and they were both naked!

I stared at them, my mouth hanging open again. Their soft skin glowed in the candlelight, pert nipples gleaming. Between Cindy’s slender young legs there was not a trace of pussy hair, while Brandi had a small tuft of dark red curls.

“We’re here to wash you,” Brandi announced with a sexy smile, “if you would like us to do that.”

“Oh, yes, I think we’d enjoy that very much,” my mom replied as she moved to the other side of the tub. Then she asked, “Would you like that, Julie?”

“Sure,” I nodded. “Definitely!”

I looked into Cindy’s pretty blue eyes, hoping she would be the one to wash me. And she was.

After getting a couple of cushions out of a cabinet and placing them on the floor by the tub, Brandi knelt on one side, closest to my mother, and Cindy knelt next to me.

I studied their faces for a moment. They didn’t look very much alike, so I didn’t think they were sisters, and neither of them looked at all like Delia or Cassia, so I assumed they weren’t related to them either. How did they fit in, then? I had no idea.

The blonde and the redhead each took a fresh bar of soap and a soft sponge, working up a good lather in the hot water. Then they began carefully and thoroughly scrubbing us. They started with our hands, then our arms, our shoulders and our necks, our backs, and then our chests. As they reached our nipples, the girls put down their sponges and used their soapy fingers to caress and stroke and fondle and squeeze and twist and pull our nipples until both my mother and I were panting with arousal.

Next the girls washed our feet, gently lifting them from the water, using the sponges and their hands to clean and massage our feet and toes, soon moving up our legs, over our calves, on to our thighs.

The last part, of course, was the best, when they washed our pussies. Both girls began with the sponge, but after a minute or so they used their fingers to scrub us, rubbing up and down in the soapy water. I closed my eyes and laid my head back, sighing deeply. I wondered if they really intended to go all the way, to bring us to orgasm, and sure enough they did.

It was so incredible. I was in a big bathtub with my mom and we were being masturbated by a pair of naked girls, strangers we’d never met before, girls only around 10 and 12 years old! The thought of that alone was almost enough to make me come.

But Cindy’s fingers were like magic. She must have had a lot of practice, even at her young age, because she knew just how and where and when to touch me so she could bring me to a peak of excitement, right up to the edge, almost over the top… and then slowly ease away, teasing me, tantalizing me, leaving me ravenous, begging for release.

Brandi and Cindy somehow managed to time it so they could bring my mother and me at the exact same moment.

We were sitting at the corners of the tub, looking into each other’s eyes, our legs spread, the hands of the girls working expertly on us, both of us licking our lips, breathing hard, wincing as we felt that surge of climactic pressure coming so close, almost there but not quite, not quite, almost, oh please, please give it to me now — and then we came.

We were loud, my mom and I both practically screaming as the orgasms tore through us, all the more powerful for being delayed and prolonged. I couldn’t keep my eyes open to watch her, but I could certainly hear my mommy’s response to her tremendous climax, and mine was almost as noisy as hers, if not quite as profane.

And I could hear something else too, just at the edge of my awareness, the sound of the young girls, Cindy and Brandi, sighing and exclaiming as they watched us come.

As my mother and I slowly recovered, panting and moaning in the tub with echoes of our orgasms resonating within us, the girls got up to leave. I opened my eyes long enough to see them dry their hands, replace the cushions in the cabinet, and then walk arm in arm from the room sporting big grins. I closed my eyes again and waited, still trembling a bit but breathing more easily, the pulsations in my pussy gradually ebbing.

After several minutes, my mom took my hand. “You ready to get out now, baby?”

“Sure,” I smiled.

We climbed out and gently dried each other off, using big fluffy towels that had been set out for us. When we were done, I said, “Mommy, I have, um, something else I want to put on for you now. Something to wear, I mean. Is that okay?”

“Of course it is, sweetheart. Would you like me to leave you alone for a minute?”

“Yes, please,” I nodded.

She grabbed my face and kissed my mouth. “You are so adorable! How did I ever get so lucky?”

I shrugged and giggled. She kissed me once more, then left the room, pulling the door closed behind her.

My suitcase was still in the bathroom, on a chair where I’d left it. Cassia and Delia, after removing my clothes, had laid the things carefully over the suitcase. I opened it, putting my bra and panties and my nice dress inside, and then I got out the nightie Melissa and I had chosen.

The little gown was nylon mesh, mostly sheer, sort of pale pink or maybe apricot. It was nearly the color of my skin and almost exactly the color of my nipples. I slipped it over my head. Just that, no undies. It was short, about mid-thigh, with spaghetti straps. I loved how it looked and felt on me, like I was young and fresh and virginal — which I was, of course, all three!

I smiled as I gazed at my reflection in the mirror. After the bath and being scrubbed and then that wonderful orgasm, I’d settled down. I was ready now for the next step, for the biggest step of all. I was ready to have sex with my mom.

First I blew out all the candles in the bathroom. And then I opened the door.

My mother was lying on the bed, naked, propped up on some pillows with one knee raised. In the glow of the candlelight, her skin looked pearly, almost radiant. She smiled at me.

I paused for a moment, just looking at her. I wanted to always remember this scene, forever and forever.

“Ooh, darling girl, you look so lovely, ” she said.

“Thank you, Mommy,” I replied as I walked slowly toward the bed. Then I grinned. “I like what you’re wearing too.”

She laughed, holding out her arms. “Come here, lover!”

I jumped up on the bed and we hugged, rolling together, giggling and kissing. She got on top of me, covering my face with kisses. She kissed my lips, my nose, my cheeks, my eyes. She kissed me again and again and again.

“Oh, Julie, Julie, I love you so much!”

I hugged her, feeling her warm skin, smelling her delicious perfume, pulling her close to me. I was so in love, so very much in love with this woman, in love with my own mother! What a strange, exotic, incredibly exciting thing to imagine — and it was true!

She kissed me, her lips on mine, and I fell once more into that time out of time, that boundless infinity of pure pleasure that only her kisses could bring. I was far away, far far away from everything and everyone else, it was just the two of us alone, my beautiful sexy mom and me, floating in our own dreamy world of lust and love and attraction.

You might think the next thing after that would be tons of hot sex. Except it wasn’t. Well, there was tons of hot sex in store for us that night, but just not right away. Because after we ended our long kiss, my mom slid off me and sighed, petting my face as she gazed into my eyes.

I turned onto my side toward her, resting my head on my hands. She was propped up on an elbow. We were quiet for a few minutes, just breathing easily, letting the time be, bathing in the sensual serenity of our closeness.

A look of concern came over her. She seemed to be thinking very seriously about something.

Her finger traced little circles on my chin. Another long sigh, and then a soft voice, “Julie, this might seem like a silly thing to ask, but I have to say it anyway. And that is, have you really thought about this? About what we’re doing? About what it means?”

“Have I thought about it?” I grinned. “What do you think?”

She chuckled and kissed me. “I know. That’s why I said it might seem silly. But humor me, okay? I have to hear you say it. Tell me.”

I knew what she was asking, and I understood. I appreciated her for it. My mother wanted to be very sure I recognized what a momentous step this was that we were taking and that I was fully prepared to take it. Her caring for me, her respect for my autonomy, was enormously touching. I took a deep breath, trying to retain my emotional composure and think about what she was saying.

“Well,” I finally began, “of course you know I’ve really thought about it a lot, about being with you, I mean. And not only the sexual part, which gets me totally excited, but yeah, also about what it means.”

I gazed steadily up at her, hoping to present a calm, mature appearance, trying to show non-verbally what I was feeling inside. And I told her, “Mom, I love you. I’m in love with you. I want to be with you. I want to give myself to you. I have thought about it, and I know exactly what I’m doing. This is what I want. It really is.”

She smiled happily, her eyes brimming with tears. “Thank you for saying that, honey.”

I leaned toward her, giving her a kiss.

After clearing her throat, my mother added, “For what it’s worth, I’ve thought about it an awful lot too. Well, you know that. I’ve waited a while and I’ve made you wait, because I wanted both of us to realize where we were going and have some time to think it through without just rushing ahead. I hope you don’t mind.”

“No, I understand,” I grinned again, “and I’m sure it was the right thing to do. But it’s been driving me crazy, all this waiting.”

“I know,” she laughed. “Me too.”

We hugged tightly.

“Oh, Julie…”

“Oh, Mommy!”

We kissed again, several times. Then she looked down at my little pink nightie. “I really love this, but I haven’t seen it before. Where did you get it?”

“Um, at Victoria’s Secret. That’s where I got the dress and the other stuff too. I asked Melissa to help me pick out some nice things.”

“Oh, how sweet.” She fingered my nipples through the gauzy fabric. “Would you be terribly offended, though, if I said I wanted you to take it off now?”

“No,” I giggled. “Except why don’t you take it off for me?”

“Okay,” she smiled.

We both sat up. Tugging the hem of the gown out from under my bottom, she raised it slowly up and over my head.

I was naked now, and so was she. She laid me gently on the bed again and gazed at me. Then she touched my nipples, her fingertips brushing them so softly that I almost couldn’t feel it yet so enticingly that they grew full and turgid within seconds. They throbbed. I wanted to her kiss them, lick them, suck them.

And she did. My mommy lowered her mouth to my breasts and began sucking my nipples. “Oh god,” I sighed, stroking her hair. “Oh my god…”

My nipples were sucked as they’d never been sucked before. Sucked and loved and kissed and licked and bitten and sucked some more. Both of my nipples thoroughly sucked and caressed by her tongue and teeth and lips until I was groaning with arousal, writhing on the bed beneath her.

Then her mouth and tongue moved gradually down, gliding over my belly, soon reaching my smooth shaved mound, kissing me, licking me, teasing me — but not my pussy, not yet.

Her mouth went all over my mons, then to the upper part of my thighs and then to the inner part, the sensitive skin nearest my crotch, where my mother licked and kissed and nibbled until I begged her to give me more.

She kissed my labia, but only kisses, just kisses, so very many kisses, warm tender loving kisses with her lips together, such adoring lovely kisses — but goddammit! I didn’t want kisses now, I wanted her to lick me!!

I was in agony, the sweetest agony, longing for more, for everything, needing it, craving it, demanding it. My hands clutched at the bedsheets. I was sweating, panting with desire, a girl in heat. She kissed me again and again, so many times, until somehow her kisses or my writhing movements or my extreme animalistic arousal caused my lips to part… and then she was kissing within them.

She was kissing my pussy. My mommy was kissing me there, kissing me where I wanted her to kiss me more than anything else in the world.

My mother kissed my clit and kissed my vagina and I heard her sigh — and then I felt her tongue, her hot wet tongue caressing my sex. My mommy was licking me.

She licked my clit and I sizzled with electric arousal. She licked my vagina and I was swimming in a pool of hot female juices, bathing in lesbian lust. I was everywhere and nowhere at once, only my cunt and my mommy’s tongue and my orgasm now so close so hot yes so fucking hot mommy’s tongue inside me in my cunt mommy fuck me with your tongue mommy mommy I’m —

* * *

If there ever was a perfect orgasm, this one had to be it. That swimming metaphor says it all. I was deep inside a heated pool of sex, submerged within my lust for her, consumed by my arousal and my release. I came as hard as I had ever come before. I came again and again. My mother kept licking me, sucking me, fucking me with her tongue and then with her finger. I climaxed repeatedly until finally I could take no more.

I screamed, sobbed, cried, actually begging her to stop, the same way I’d begged for her to hurry and begin.

She pulled away, moving up to lie beside me on the bed, holding me in her arms, kissing my face, her lips wet with my juices. I trembled, shuddering, my eyes shut tight, my pussy still throbbing inside.

My mother held me close, tenderly kissing, gently caressing. It took me a long time to come down from that series of orgasms, from that tremendous peak, the ultimate summit.

I was there, I had done it, I had climaxed with my mommy’s tongue deep inside me, her mouth drinking my liquids. I was sated, satisfied, fulfilled, completed.

But nowhere near finished.

Continue on to Chapter 62

The Joy of Looking, Chapter 60

  • Posted on May 12, 2015 at 10:40 am

By Naughty Mommy

Now there were only five days left before the start of our trip, until that magical weekend when my mother promised she and I could do everything we wanted to do with each other. Oh my god, only five more days!!

I don’t know how I ever slept that week, how I got any schoolwork done or heard a single word that was said by my teachers. My mind was entirely consumed with anticipation and excitement and fantasy visions of being in bed with my mom making love to her. Very soon it wouldn’t be just a fantasy, not any longer, it would finally actually be real.

I was already in the habit of masturbating at least once a day and quite often more, but that week I must have set some kind of record. Every morning when I woke up, again as soon as I got home from school, and then again in bed before eventually falling to sleep at night, I gave myself countless orgasms as I visualized all the things my mommy and I would do together.

There was one other thing I did too, in addition to constantly rubbing my little pussy.

On Wednesday after school, I took the bus to the mall instead of going home. I went to Victoria’s Secret and found Melissa.

“Hi!” She hurried over, greeting me with a big smile and a hug. I hugged her in return, giving her a kiss on the cheek.

Luckily they weren’t very busy that day, so she’d be able to spend as much time with me as we wanted. I told her I needed her help in choosing a few things to wear, some very special things.

“What kind of things do you mean, honey?” she asked.

“Well, um…”

I glanced around the store, making sure no other shoppers were close enough to hear what I said next. “See, this weekend my mother and me are going away on a trip together. It’s like, I mean, a special trip. She says it’s supposed to be, um, sort of like a romantic weekend for the just the two of us, for her and me.”

“Oh my god, really?” she gushed. “How exciting!”

“Yeah, and so, you know, I want to get some things I can wear that will be, I mean, that are kind of romantic or something. I don’t really know what, though, so I need you to help me.”

Melissa took me by the shoulders, looking into my eyes. “Oh, you are so sweet, what a doll you are. Your mom is a very lucky lady.”

I blushed.

“God, this is great. A romantic weekend for just the two of you!” She couldn’t stop smiling. “Okay, so, are you thinking underwear? You know, bras and panties? Or sexy stuff, like garters and stockings? Or maybe a hot little dress or something?”

“Yeah, I mean, everything I guess. All of that. You know my mom and what she likes, kind of, and you know me, so I was hoping you could have some good suggestions.”

“Sure, of course.” She stepped back for a moment, appraising me.

I felt a little awkward, a skinny 12-year-old kid standing in a store with all that exotic grownup lady stuff around me. I hoped I wouldn’t seem too foolish to Melissa. But apparently I didn’t need to worry.

“Julie, you are so beautiful,” she sighed. “Such a lovely young girl. Like I said, your mom is a very lucky woman.”

I blushed again.

“All right, let’s see, let’s start over here.” She took my hand, leading me to a counter where some fancy bras and things were displayed under glass.

She pointed out a couple of sets that were totally gorgeous and we talked about them. I thought they might be expensive, but I didn’t really mind because I had all that cash with me I’d earned while babysitting. It was over $500, a fortune!

We discussed colors, what would go best with my skin and stuff, and what I would wear over the underthings. Melissa got some boxes from a shelf behind the counter, and then we went to another section where they had dresses.

After considering several options, we selected three for me to try on. While I waited, she took the things to a dressing room, leaving them there for me, and then she returned. “Now let’s look at lingerie,” she smiled.

There were so many different ways I could go, so many options — red and racy, black and alluring, pink and girly, white and virginal — it was hard to decide!

Finally we chose a few we agreed would be really nice, and then we went to the dressing room for my fittings. As I started removing the jeans and shirt and bra I was wearing, Melissa stood back and looked at me, admiring my young body.

“Your mom is so lucky,” she repeated, slowly shaking her head.

“Thanks,” I grinned, trying not to blush again.

“But, um, when you said this was going to be a romantic weekend for just the two of you, do you mean, um, does that mean, uh…” she trailed off.

I nodded. “Uh-huh, that’s what it means. Everything.”

“God,” Melissa whispered, her hand brushing her nipple through her thin top.

We had a lot of fun that day, talking about all the different combinations I could wear, seeing how they would look, giggling and touching and kissing each other in the dressing room at Victoria’s Secret.

I was getting very, very wet. Knowing that, I made sure to leave my regular undies on while trying on the other little panties we’d brought in with us. That way the new ones wouldn’t get stained by my love juices. On the other hand, it was kind of exciting to imagine I might leave a mark on them and then another girl or woman would buy them, and when she wore them she would have my juices next to her pussy. Ooh, I can be so naughty sometimes!

Finally we completed all our choices. I was really happy with what we’d settled on. I got dressed again, Melissa and I kissed some more, and then we went out and I paid for everything. It didn’t take all my money, only a little more than half, but I didn’t mind spending it one bit. This was to be the most important and wonderful weekend of my life.

* * *

Our plane landed at the big airport in Boston, and there we got a rental car. I’d never been to that part of the country before, and it was interesting. Of course, I didn’t see much at first except the inside of the airport and the freeway and stuff. But as we drove north, gradually leaving the cities and suburbs behind us, the landscape become picturesque, like a painting, with rolling green hills, small farms, a blue sky accented with puffy white clouds.

Perhaps it wasn’t quite as gorgeous as it appears in my memory, it could be that my heightened state of romantic bliss that afternoon made everything seem even more charming than it actually was, but it doesn’t matter. That was how I felt then, it was how it looked to me, and it is how I choose to remember it.

My mom had taken the day off from work and she’d sent a note to my school earlier that week excusing me from attendance. So, after we said goodbye to my sisters, watching them troop off to school together, and after Grandpa Ray and Grandma June arrived a little later that Friday morning, my mother and I put our things in the car and headed for the airport. The flight was fairly short, and by mid-afternoon, we were driving through New Hampshire on our way to Vermont.

Before long, we began seeing patches of snow on the ground. Higher up, the mountains became white. In the area where we lived, it hardly ever snowed, so it was really neat to see.

The afternoon grew deeper, the sun sliding lower in the western sky. “How soon are we going to get there, Mommy?” I asked.

“Pretty soon. Only another half hour or so. Are you getting tired of all this driving?”

“No, I like it. It’s really pretty up here.”

“Yes, it is.”

“But, um, after we get there, are we going out to dinner or something? Because I have, I mean, before we do I want to change into something else I brought. Something, like, kind of special for it.”

She glanced at me, smiling and touching my hand. “Aren’t you sweet. Yes, precious, we can both change before we eat.”

My mom was wearing tight jeans tucked into boots, along with a loose green v-neck sweater over a powder blue blouse. I was in a dress, the red one I liked with the buttons up the front, but I had something else in mind for our dinner date, of course.

“We’re having dinner tonight at the inn,” she continued. “I talked with them about it, about making certain, uh, arrangements.”

There was that word again. I loved it when my mother talked about making ‘arrangements’ because it usually meant something racy and exciting. But I wondered what sort of things she could be planning that would involve our dinner that night. I smiled to myself as I looked out the window enjoying the beautiful scenery. I would just have to wait and see.

A short time later, we pulled up in front of a big three-story house set amid some trees on the side of a forested hill. There were no other houses nearby. On the ground were a few patches of icy snow. A sign in front of the house read ‘Sapphic Retreat’.

“What does that mean?” I asked. “Sapphic Retreat.”

My mother chuckled. “Do you know who Sappho was?”

“No.”

“She was a Greek poet who lived on the island of Lesbos, way back, hundreds of years BC, I think. She wrote poems about her love for women, their beauty, and the special pleasures they could have together.”

“Wow. So this place is…”

She chuckled again, patting my knee. “Come on, let’s go inside.”

We were welcomed by Delia and Cassia. They were sisters, I soon learned, and they ran the inn together. Both were in their late twenties, I guessed, tall and rangy brunettes with strong features. They had high cheekbones, wide mouths, dark eyes, and glowing olive skin. The women wore very little makeup, but they didn’t really need much because their natural beauty was so striking.

We set down our bags and they showed us around. We visited a library with shelves full of books, including, I saw, at least one volume of poetry by Sappho. Glancing around the room, I noticed that the pictures on the walls and a few small sculptures all followed the same theme, lovely half-naked girls and women, often in the company of others like them. I decided I was really going to like this place.

There was a spacious community living room, with several comfortable chairs and two long sofas, along with a big-screen TV. In a tall cabinet, we were shown a collection of DVDs we could watch at our leisure. I saw some that were clearly lesbian porn. My pussy was tingling by now.

They showed us the dining room, where our dinner was to be served, and a big homey kitchen with a table on the side where we would have breakfast the next morning.

After the tour, Cassia led us up to our room on the second floor. It was a suite, actually, comprised of a small parlor or sitting room, a large bedroom with a beautiful canopy bed, and an equally large bathroom with a deep triangular tub in one corner and a double shower in another corner. Delia came into the suite a minute later, carrying a tray with drinks for us and a small selection of chocolates.

“You can relax now,” Cassia told us, “and please make yourselves at home. Anything you want or need, just ask for it. We’re planning dinner for 7:00, as we discussed. Is that still all right?”

“Yes, that will be fine,” my mother nodded. “Thank you so much, everything is just perfect.”

It was about 5:30 then. The women left us alone, and Mommy and I sat down to enjoy our refreshments. I wasn’t sure what was in the glasses. The drinks were layered liquids, red, yellow, and green. I picked mine up, sniffed it, and then tasted it. It was kind of strong but delicious, different from anything I’d had before.

“What is this?” I asked.

My mom smiled. “It’s one of their specialties here. The drink is called Traffic Light because of the colors. It’s made with absinthe, which is alcoholic. I asked them not to make yours too strong, though.”

“Wow. I like it. It’s pretty.” I held my glass up to the light, admiring the layered effect.

We chatted for a while, sipping our drinks and eating the chocolates. Then we took a short walk outside, around the grounds, holding hands. It was too early in the year for flowers, but the yard was nicely tended. There were a lot of bare-limbed trees in a row. Mommy told me they were fruit trees that bore plums, apples, and cherries.

Around 6:30, as it was starting to get dark and turning chilly, we came inside to get ready for dinner.

In our room, I said to my mom, “Um, before I change into my, I mean, what I’m going to wear” — I didn’t want to tell her what I’d chosen for the occasion — “could you, like, help me put on a little eye makeup and stuff? So I can look pretty for you?”

She took my face in her hands, smiling and kissing my lips. “Darling, you always look pretty to me. But yes, of course, I’d be happy to help you with some makeup. Let’s go in the bathroom.”

After she finished and I’d admired my transformed face in the mirror, thanking her profusely, I said, “So, um, is it okay if I get dressed in here? By myself?”

“You mean you don’t want me to see you until you’re ready?”

“Yeah,” I nodded, grinning shyly.

“Ooh, you are so cute!” She kissed me again, being careful not to smear my makeup, and then left the bathroom. After I brought in my suitcase and closed the door behind me, I proceeded to change.

I took off my red dress and hung it on a hook on the back of the door. I’d left my flat black shoes in the other room, and I wasn’t wearing any socks or hose, so all I had on was my regular bra and panties. I slipped out of them and looked at myself in the full-length mirror.

That morning, in the shower, I’d shaved my pussy for the first time, removing the sparse amount of light brown pubic hair that was growing there. At the mall, on Wednesday, I’d asked Melissa if she could come with me to the drug store across the corridor and help me get the stuff I needed. She was happy to do that, and she gave me a few pointers on how to do the job right. I was very pleased with the results. My pussy was completely smooth again, like when I was little.

Next I got out the delicate panties and bra I’d chosen. They were white, matching, of course, and mostly sheer. The bra was strapless, with underwire, so it lifted up my breasts a bit, although I still didn’t have much to lift. Then I put on the dress. It was white and gold lamé, strapless with a fitted bodice. It had a straight skirt that came to several inches above my knees, and a little satin bow at the top between my breasts. I loved it.

Leaving my legs bare, I finished the outfit with the Gucci shoes my mother had given me, and then posed in front of the mirror. Wow, I thought to myself, I guess maybe I really am kind of pretty, like everyone keeps telling me. Anyway, if I saw this girl somewhere, I would definitely want to have sex with her. That made me smile. I stepped close to the mirror, bringing my lips to meet the lips of my reflected image, and kissed myself. That felt sort of perverted, but totally hot.

Deciding to leave the imprint of my pink lip rouge on the mirror, I took a deep breath, squared my shoulders, and went out to show myself to my mom.

She was sitting in a chair, waiting for me. When she saw me she stood up, clapping her hands to her face, exclaiming, “Oh my! Oh my! Oh Julie!”

She rushed over and hugged me tightly. She was actually sobbing, she was so happy. Hugging her, I said, “Mommy, stop, you’ll make me cry. You’ll ruin my makeup!”

“I know, dear, I’m sorry.” She pulled away, carefully wiping her tears, trying not to smear her mascara. “It’s just, I’m just…”

My mother held me at arm’s length, taking me in again. “I’m just…”

It was rare for her to be at a loss for words. “I, I’ve never seen anything in my life so beautiful.”

“Oh, Mom.”

“No, I mean it. You are magnificent. Like an angel.” She wiped her eyes again.

“You look really nice too,” I told her.

She was in a very short and flouncy mini-skirt, bright red, along with extremely high heels. Her long smooth legs were oiled and gleaming. The sleeveless white satin blouse she wore was open more than halfway down, letting me see a tantalizing amount of her braless breasts. Her hair was pulled back, a few blonde strands left free to hang teasingly around her gorgeous face.

As I recovered from her reaction to my appearance and took the time to appreciate hers, I felt elated. It was nearly impossible to believe that this incredibly beautiful woman, who could have had almost anyone in the world, male or female, was in love with me, that she and I would soon be in bed together, doing anything and everything we wanted with each other. She was and is the most attractive woman I have ever seen, and I am still deeply in love with her, my wonderful, desirable, super sexy mom.

After a quick repair of our makeup, we left the room to go downstairs for dinner, arm in arm.

Cassia greeted us at the bottom of the stairs and led us into the candlelit dining room while complimenting us on our outfits. Mommy was seated at the head of the table and I sat on the side, close to her. We were the only people at dinner that evening, the sole guests of the inn that weekend.

Delia came in from the kitchen, welcoming us, exclaiming how lovely we both were. The sisters were in matching skirts and blouses now, kind of like a uniform. The dark skirts were short and showed off their superb long legs. They’d put on a little more makeup too, but still not much, I didn’t think. Just a little blush and lipstick, and maybe some mascara.

After they left us, I took my mother’s hand, telling her again how pretty she looked. She smiled coyly, seeming to indicate something — and then it hit me — I suddenly realized why the outfit she was wearing seemed so familiar. This was exactly what she’d had on that night almost two years earlier when I was still just 10 and I came out of my room to see her having lesbian sex with Karen. She remembered!

“Mommy, that’s…” I started to get choked up “…that’s what…” I couldn’t say anything more but just pointed at her clothing.

She nodded, “Mm-hm, that’s right, my love, the night everything began for me and you.” Her eyes were filling with tears too.

I cleared my throat, taking a deep breath, lowering my head and putting my hands in my lap, trying to regain my composure. I really didn’t want to start crying and mess up my face. After a minute or so, I looked up again, smiling at her. I managed to say, “That’s, that’s so sweet, Mom.”

We gazed at each other, lost in a world of love and affection and desire for one another.

Our reverie was broken in the most exciting way you could possibly imagine. Through the door from the kitchen came a young lady carrying a tray holding wine glasses filled with a yellowish liquid. Each glass also contained a small slice of orange. She set them down in front of us.

“Good evening. These are your aperitifs.”

What seized my attention, however, making my jaw drop, was not the drinks — it was the young lady who served them. She was very young, only about my age, and she was topless! Not only topless, but all she was wearing was a tiny g-string and a pair of high-heeled slippers. I couldn’t believe it!!

“Thank you, my dear,” said my mom as she looked the girl up and down. “Mm, such an adorable little thing. Can you tell us your name?”

“Yes, ma’am. Thank you, ma’am. My name is Brandi.”

I continued staring at her, my mouth literally hanging open. Brandi was a redhead, about 12 years old, tall for her age with the most perfect legs. She had small breasts set high on her chest with rosy nipples. I thought I could see a few little auburn curls peeking around the edges of her scanty g-string.

She went back to the kitchen, my eyes fastened on her bare bottom as she strode away. Brandi was much better at walking in high heels than I was. It was a delight to watch.

“Mommy, she —”

Just as I began to say something, the door swung open again and another young lady in high-heeled slippers came in. This girl was a blonde, equally stunning, equally topless, and apparently even younger than Brandi, maybe only 10. She had no real breast development at all, just the beginnings of puffiness in her nipples. I studied the girl’s crotch unabashedly as she stood next to us. Her little white g-string, even scantier than Brandi’s, revealed an expanse of smooth pink skin with no sign of pubic hair anywhere.

She set two bowls of soup at our places, then stood back and smiled, her hands behind her back. “Lobster bisque. I hope you will enjoy it.”

My mom turned to the girl, admiring her for a moment. She said, “It smells delicious. And what is your name, pretty one?”

“I’m Cindy.”

“You are very lovely. Just beautiful.”

“Thank you, ma’am,” Cindy nodded. Then she headed back to the kitchen, walking not quite as gracefully as Brandi had in the heels. I kept my eyes on her the whole way.

When the door closed, I whispered, “Mommy, they, I mean — is this legal?”

“Yes,” she chuckled. “I’m not actually certain what the laws are. But if there are any, they’re not very strictly enforced. Here in Vermont people generally let other people do what they want. They’re very accepting of, uh, a variety of alternative lifestyles.”

“Wow…”

She raised her glass, appreciating the golden glow of the liquid in the candlelight, and then held it toward me. “Let’s drink to our love, my beautiful angel.”

The amorous look in her eyes nearly took my breath away. With trembling fingers I raised my own drink, trying not to spill any. After clinking our glasses, we each took a sip.

I coughed a little. “Oh — um, this is kind of strong.”

My mom smiled at me. “It’s Lillet, a French aperitif. You don’t have to drink too much if you don’t like it.”

“No, I do. It’s just…” I took another small sip. “It’s good. I just have to get used to it.”

She took my hand, squeezing it. “Let’s try the bisque, okay?”

And so we did. It was excellent.

We enjoyed a delicious dinner, roast pork and creamy mashed potatoes and a green salad and some really good crusty bread, along with apple pie a la mode for dessert. My mom had a few glasses of wine and I had some too, but mostly I drank water. I made sure to write notes about the food in my diary the next day so I would remember everything, but as you can imagine, my attention was often diverted by those sexy young girls who were serving us. What a treat that was!

We sat for a while after we finished, watching the candles burn low, holding hands, smiling at each other. When my mother pushed back her chair, I thought maybe that meant it was time to go up to our room, but then she said, “Come here a minute, lover, and sit on my lap.”

I happily settled myself on her, wrapping my arms around her neck, smelling her perfume, gazing down at her cleavage, looking at her moist lips. I brought my mouth close to hers, and we kissed.

For the next, I don’t know for how long — ten minutes? ten hours? — we softly kissed. Just so softly, tenderly, romantically, exquisitely. My lips on her lips, our tongues lightly teasing, hands and fingers delicately caressing smooth warm skin. We didn’t get overtly sexual then, grabbing each other’s breasts or anything like that, we just kissed. It was the hottest, sexiest, most arousing session of kissing the entire universe has ever known. That’s how it felt to me, anyway.

Finally she whispered, as her lips nibbled at my neck, “Would you like to go upstairs now, darling?”

My clit was tingling, my pussy dripping wet, my nipples throbbing in their little white bra.

“Uh-huh,” I nodded.

I nuzzled beneath her ear, inhaling her sweet perfume. And then instead of kissing, I bit her skin, taking the tender flesh of my mother’s neck between my teeth and biting down, pretty hard. I don’t know why I did that, I just did.

“God, yes!” she gasped.

As I drew away, I smiled at her. She sighed and kissed me once again, but this time more deeply, pulling me against her, pressing her tongue into my mouth.

By the time we were done with that kiss, we were both breathing hard, quivering with excitement. We stood up, looking into each other’s eyes, and headed for our room.

Continue on to Chapter 61

The Joy of Looking, Chapter 59

  • Posted on May 12, 2015 at 10:19 am

By Naughty Mommy

Opening the door, I discovered my sister lying on her back on our mother’s bed, naked, with her legs spread apart. Her pussy was facing directly toward the doorway where I was standing, and she had a finger inside her. Except it wasn’t her finger — it was Mommy’s!

My mom was fucking my sister with her finger.

As I watched, she pressed the finger, the middle finger of her right hand, deep inside Kate’s vagina, much deeper than you could get a finger inside me, back then anyway. I heard Kate groan with pleasure.

Mommy was on her hands and knees, her breast suspended over Kate’s mouth. My sister was hungrily licking and sucking and biting the erect nipple. As I closed the door behind me, my mom glanced up. “Hi, baby,” she smiled.

“Hi.”

She returned her attention to Kate. “Mmm, that’s right, little girl, suck Mommy’s nipple, suck it hard, Mommy loves it so much!”

I immediately began masturbating as I watched and listened. I walked closer to the bed, getting ready to join them. Slipping my robe off my shoulders, I let it fall to the floor.

My mother looked at me again. “Did you… uh, did you check on the kids downstairs, honey?”

“Yeah, I was, I mean, I was just watching them. From up here. They were kissing.”

“They were?” My mom’s eyes went wide.

“Uh-huh.”

“Wow, I guess that movie must have really turned them on. Just the way I wanted it to,” she chuckled.

“I guess.” I knelt on the bed beside them, rapidly rubbing my clit as I watched Kate suck Mommy’s nipple. I put my other hand on my mom’s bottom. It was soft and smooth and warm. I caressed her, sliding my hand slowly down into the crack.

“Ooh, that’s nice,” she sighed. “But, uh, are you sure the kids won’t, uh… that they won’t come up here and find us?”

“No, I don’t think they will,” I told her. “They seemed really busy with what they were doing.”

“Good. I’d like to see that, but god, it feels so fucking great to have Katie suck my nipples like this.”

My sister switched to the other breast. Mommy started moving her finger slowly in and out of Kate’s pussy. In and out, in and out, a little faster, and a little faster. She took Kate’s hand in hers and placed it between her legs. “Baby girl, fuck Mommy now. Fuck Mommy’s pussy with your finger.”

Kate pushed a finger up inside our mother’s cunt. Then she added a second finger. Quickly she began fucking her hard and fast, making squishy wet sounds. Mommy growled, “God, yes, fuck me hard, baby girl, I need you to make me come.”

I rubbed my clit even more urgently.

“Just one thing, though, sweetie,” my mom whispered to Kate, almost breathlessly, “if you come or if you make me come — oh god! — we have to be quiet. We can’t let the little girls downstairs hear us. Okay?”

Kate nodded without taking her mouth away from the nipple she was sucking. Her face was getting red, her breath coming fast. It looked to me like she was getting close.

“We don’t want those little girls to find out,” our mother continued, “that up here in Mommy’s bedroom, Mommy has her finger inside her daughter’s sweet pussy. She’s fucking her, and her daughter is licking and sucking Mommy’s nipples, and… oh, my fucking god!”

She was getting very close as well. She fucked Kate’s pussy faster.

I wanted to be part of it.

Sliding onto my side next to Kate, I laid my leg over hers and grabbed her tiny tit with my free hand while I continued masturbating with the other. I took her nipple in my mouth and started sucking. I hadn’t sucked Kate’s nipples before, only my mom’s. Her nipple was much smaller, but very firm, like a little button in my mouth. I closed my eyes and sucked it hard.

Kate began to squeal. I looked up at her face. Her eyes were shut tight. She’d released Mommy’s nipple from her mouth and she was grimacing, panting, squealing. She was coming.

My mother leaned down suddenly, covering Kate’s mouth with her own, kissing her and muffling the sounds until she quieted down. Then our mother pulled away. Even while she was climaxing, Kate hadn’t stopped fucking her, and now my mom’s eyes were wide, her breath coming fast. She was almost there.

The moment Kate finished coming, or perhaps while she was still in the middle of her orgasm, she’d opened her eyes and searched for Mommy’s breast, reaching for it, grabbing it, hungrily taking the wet nipple into her mouth again. I looked up and saw Mommy’s other tit hanging just above me. I turned over onto my back, sliding up a little so I could lie beside Kate and we could both suck her nipples.

“Fucking yes, fucking yes, god-fucking-DAMN,” our mother groaned as her daughters sucked her tits. “Kate, fuck me harder, baby, fuck me harder!”

My eyes were closed, but I could hear the sound of Kate’s fingers slapping against Mommy’s vulva as she fucked her, I could smell our mother’s sex, I could feel and taste her nipple in my mouth, and my own fingers were moving fast over my clit.

Mommy started to come, and then I was coming too. I was able to keep it quiet, mostly, just one little squeak and a few heavy gasps. Mommy’s orgasm was almost silent too, only a deep moan accompanied by a whole lot of whispered profanity.

We both climaxed, and Kate might have been coming again too at the same time as us. I’m almost sure my mom hadn’t stopped fucking her pussy with her finger. God, it was so so hot — double hot because of all those little third grade girls just downstairs.

A few minutes later, we were lying side by side on the bed, all three of us on our backs, holding hands, gradually regaining our breath, slowly calming down. Kate was in the middle.

“Mmm, that was so nice,” our mother whispered. She lifted my sister’s hand and kissed it.

Then she asked, “Katie, did you hear Julie say what the little girls were doing downstairs?”

“Uh-uh, I didn’t.”

“They were kissing,” I told her.

“They were?”

“Uh-huh, I was watching them, like, from up here. Spying on them.”

“Wow, and they were kissing?”

“Yeah, except, you know, some of them more than others. It started with, um, Ashley and Abbie. But after a while, everyone did, at least a little bit.”

“Wow,” Kate sighed. The sheet was up around our waists, but I could tell that she had begun masturbating again. I had too, as had our mom. We were all very turned on that night.

“Who was kissing the most?” Mommy asked.

“Um, first it was Ashley and Abbie. They were kissing a lot. But then especially when Ashley started kissing Molly. They were —”

“With Molly?” Kate interrupted. “She was kissing Molly?”

“Uh-huh, a lot, I mean, you know, with tongues and everything.”

“Oh my god.” My sister’s face was turning red. It looked like she might be close to another orgasm already.

“Would you like to watch her doing that, sweetie?” Mommy whispered. “Watch your little sister kissing another girl?”

“Yeah…”

“Maybe we should go down there right now,” I suggested, “and not just watch them, but get under the covers with them and start kissing them ourselves.”

Our mother added, “Yes, and take off their little jammies and get them naked and show them what sex between girls is all about.”

“Really?” Kate looked at her, wide-eyed.

“No, not really,” Mommy chuckled. “I’m just kidding. But it’s fun to fantasize about, isn’t it?”

“Yeah, it is,” Kate grinned.

“I’d love to see them all naked,” I said, “lined up, in a row, on their backs. So I could look at their little pussies.”

“Mmm, would you just look at them?” my mom asked. “Or do something more?”

“Then I’d kiss their pussies, each one, all seven of ‘em.”

Kate turned to me. “Molly’s too?”

“Uh-huh,” I nodded. “Molly’s too. I want to kiss Molly’s little pussy and lick her and make her come in my mouth.”

“God, Julie…” Kate sighed.

“Yes, yes!” That was our mom. We could hear her fingers fucking her cunt. Her eyes were closed and she seemed to be nearing a climax. I was rubbing my clit too, of course.

“After I kiss them,” I continued, “I want to get on top of them, one at a time, going down the whole row, fucking each of them, my pussy on their pussy, and —”

“Molly too?” Kate gasped. Her eyes were squeezed shut. She was grimacing, obviously right on the edge.

“Oh yeah, Molly too, Molly too… I really want to fuck my little sister’s baby pussy with my cunt and make her come!”

“Oh FUCK!” Mommy groaned. She was trying to stay quiet as she climaxed, but it obviously wasn’t easy.

“Ooh, unh!” my sister began to squeal loudly.

While still in the throes of her orgasm, our mother turned and covered Kate’s mouth with her own again, absorbing most of the sound. They kissed and came together.

I closed my eyes and pictured the erotic scene I’d described — seven naked girls, 8 or 9 years old, waiting for me, ready for me, begging me to fuck them, to climb on them and rub my hot wet cunt all over their bodies — and when I finished they would climb on me, touching me, kissing me, pressing their soft warm skin against mine, rubbing me everywhere, fucking me with their fingers, licking me with their tongues, and —

My legs slammed shut over my hands as I came. I felt hot fluids oozing between my fingers. I gasped, managing to remember that I shouldn’t make too much noise. We certainly wouldn’t want to let those little girls know what was happening upstairs, one floor above them.

It was almost 1:00 AM. Mommy told us we should try to get some sleep, each in our own rooms. We stayed in her bed a few minutes longer, tenderly kissing and caressing, saying a gentle goodnight. Then Kate and I got up and left our mother’s room.

Before going to bed, we peeked around the edge of the wall where it looked down into the family room and listened for a moment. It was dark below, and silent. Apparently the girls had all gone to sleep. Kate squeezed my hand, we kissed once more, and went to our rooms.

I got in bed but couldn’t get to sleep. I was too keyed up by the thought of all those cute young girls cuddling together beneath a pile of blankets.

After resisting the urge as long as I could, I finally gave in. Slipping into my thin robe again, I tiptoed silently out the door and down the stairs. I crept close to them, hearing soft steady breathing, smelling the scent of young skin and little girl perfume.

Emily was on the end, nearest me. She was lying on her side, facing away from the others, the blankets pulled tightly around her.

On my hands and knees I moved up to Emily, bending down low, my face only inches from hers. I looked closely at the girl, at those lips I longed to kiss. I brought my mouth to hers — almost right up to hers, stopping barely before I kissed her. I gazed at her perfect little face, rubbing my breasts through the robe, wishing I could have her.

I backed off slightly, trembling with desire. As I started to get to my feet, I heard movement behind me. I turned and discovered my mom, arriving at the bottom of the stairs. She was in a thin robe too, only hers was black and sheer, very short and virtually transparent, hiding nothing.

She smiled and came to me, taking my hand. Apparently she’d been seized by the same impulse I had. She leaned close and whispered in my ear, almost inaudibly, “They’re so beautiful, aren’t they?”

I nodded and squeezed her hand.

We looked at the girls. They were in the same arrangement that I’d seen them in before, in the same order. I noticed, though, that some of them were nestled together as they slept, like puppies in a litter. Abbie was spooning with Ashley, from behind, and Ashley had an arm laying over Molly’s chest. On the other side of Molly, Riley was scrunched up beside her, her hand resting on my sister’s shoulder. Behind Riley was little blonde Lindsey. They were back to back, but quite close. I was sure that under the covers their bottoms had to be touching. That made me smile.

My mother led me slowly around to the other side of the group. Alyssa was at the far end, sleeping on her back. One long slim white leg was on the outside of the blankets, exposed to our view. Together we crouched on the floor, staring at the child, admiring her slender leg. Mommy took a big chance then. Carefully, very carefully, she began to pull the sheet down from where it lay over the girl’s chest. Alyssa was wearing a thin nightie, apparently very short, like a babydoll. It wasn’t sheer, but it was pastel, light-colored, and we were able to just see the outlines and the darker impression of her puffy nipples beneath it.

I was definitely getting wet. I wondered if my mom was too. I watched her lean in close to Alyssa, bringing her mouth to within a fraction of an inch of the girl’s tiny breast. She was obviously becoming very excited, licking her lips and starting to pant. Aroused, I slid a hand under the back of my mother’s negligee, feeling her smooth thigh, moving up, into her crack, touching her sex. I stroked her. She was very wet.

She turned her head and looked at me, smiling. Then she silently stood up, bringing me with her. She led me back to the top of the group, above their heads. Opening her robe, completely exposing herself, she pulled her pussy lips wide apart with the fingers of both hands, thrusting her crotch forward, rotating slightly side to side, as if displaying her womanly cunt to each of the sleeping little girls.

I opened my robe too. But instead of exhibiting my pussy to the kids, I took my mother’s hand in mine and placed it between my legs, rubbing it against me, giving them a display behind their closed eyes of not just nudity, and not only feminine sex, but lesbian incest, a mommy fondling her daughter’s wet pussy.

I felt my mom shudder as her fingers touched my wetness. She sighed and wrapped her arms around me, kissing me, shoving her tongue into my mouth, her hand still between my legs, rubbing up and down through my juicy slit.

We kissed that way for several seconds and then she broke away, breathing heavily. She glanced one more time at the children, at their little faces, and then pulled me behind her toward the stairs.

 

In my room, in my bed, my mother is on top of me, kissing me, holding me, pressing her naked body against mine. That’s where she’d brought me, entering my room, closing the door, stripping off our robes, getting into bed without ever saying a word.

Now we kiss wetly, her hands grabbing at my breasts and mine groping hers. My legs are spread wide, and she thrusts her mound against mine. She is fucking me, pussy on pussy, clit to clit, as she kisses me. She moves harder and harder, faster and faster, grinding her cunt into my slit. I feel an orgasm building. I want it so bad, my first climax with my mother actually fucking me this way, pussy to pussy with nothing between us, just skin on skin, mommy and her little girl. God, she turns me on!

I squeeze her breasts, pinching her nipples. I suck on her tongue. I throw my legs open as far as I can, trying to take her into me, to have her hot juicy pussy inside mine. She moves even faster, bucking up and down, her slippery labia between mine, our clits are kissing, I’m so close. Still humping me fast and hard, she takes her mouth from mine so she can look into my eyes. “Fucking — fucking — fuck your cunt — come in your cunt!” she gasps between thrusts.

“Fuck me, Mommy! Fuck my pussy!” I urge, barely remembering not to be too loud. “Fuck me! Fuck me hard! Come in my little girl pussy!”

“Little girl! Fuck! FUCK!!” A tremendous spasm jolts her. I feel the energy coursing from her into me. I don’t know if it’s possible, but it seems like the heat of her climax has somehow exploded inside my own pussy, bringing me suddenly to orgasm.

To keep from screaming, I bite her shoulder. I know it must be hurting her, a lot, but I can’t help it. I wrap my legs around her, tying them together over her ass, pulling her hot cunt into mine.

She shudders, groaning, as successive huge waves of climactic passion surge through her. I clutch her to me as tightly as I can, releasing the bite hold on her shoulder, hoping I haven’t made her bleed but then not caring. I want her to fuck me, I want to fuck her, I want to do everything there is with her. As I continue coming, I dig my fingernails into her back, clawing at her, raking her, growling, “Fuck my little girl cunt, Mommy! Fuck me! Fuck me!”

She strains one more time, two more times, her head thrown back, her eyes squeezed shut, until finally she collapses onto me with a deep sigh.

It is done.

She has taken me. It is our first true fuck. My mother has fucked my cunt with hers and we have come together. It is perfection.

I hold her, loving her, feeling her pant on top of me. I stroke her hot skin, kiss her neck, taste her salty sweat. “Mommy, Mommy, Mommy…” I whisper.

 

We fell asleep that way, in my bed. At some point she shifted off of me, but we stayed very close all night long, always touching, always skin on warm skin. I was so happy.

In the morning, at only a little after 7:00, my mother woke up. She kissed me on the lips and got quietly out of bed. I glanced at the clock, but I was still only half awake. I closed my eyes, hearing her leave the room, and then I was asleep again.

At 9:00, I got up. I took a quick shower, got dressed, and went downstairs. The kids were all awake and Mommy was fixing breakfast for them. I helped. Around 11:00, their parents began coming to take them home. Kate was finally up by then. As the last little girls drove away — Abbie and Riley were the final two to get their rides — my mom and my sisters and I stood on the front porch waving to them, then retreated into the house to put everything away and enjoy the rest of our Sunday.

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The Joy of Looking, Chapter 58

  • Posted on May 12, 2015 at 10:11 am

By Naughty Mommy

The next morning after breakfast, Mommy got busy making arrangements of some kind, spending lots of time on her laptop and on the phone. It was something about a trip, with airline flights and hotels and stuff. After about an hour of this, I overheard a phone call that especially caught my attention.

My mom was speaking to her dad, Grandpa Ray. She told him I was being recruited to attend a highly-rated private prep school in New England, in Vermont, and that the school had offered to fly the two of us there for a weekend so we could see the place. She said they could afford to do it because their tuitions were so high.

It was true, I knew, that I was at least being evaluated by a prep school up there somewhere. My mother and I had already discussed it, however, and I thought we’d agreed that neither of us would be happy if I went so far away to attend school, no matter how fancy a place it might be.

I frowned as I listened to her on the phone, wondering why she was talking as though we were still considering it. I heard her ask her dad if he and Grandma June could come and stay with Molly and Kate for a couple of nights while we were gone, and apparently they said they would.

Mommy was all smiles when she hung up the phone. Heaving a satisfied sigh, she closed her laptop, got up from her seat, and started heading upstairs. I followed her.

In her bedroom, I confronted her. “You don’t really mean you might want me to go away to that school, do you? Did you change your mind or something?”

I was acting bold, but inside I was scared and insecure. If my mother confirmed what I was dreading, I knew I would burst into tears.

But she answered, “Of course not, darling. Is that what you thought?”

My mom must have read the concern on my face. Setting the laptop on a chair, she came to me and hugged me. “Oh, I’m sorry, sweetie, I didn’t mean to upset you.”

“I don’t ever want to go to that school,” I pouted, my voice muffled as she pulled my head into her bosom.

“I know you don’t, precious, and you don’t have to worry about that. Listen, I’ll tell you a secret, okay?” We sat down on the bed together. She brushed some hair from my forehead, smiling at me.

“Mommy just did a bad thing. I told a lie to my own father,” she chuckled. “I can’t imagine what he would think if he knew the truth.”

I looked up at her. “What did you lie about?”

“That we’re going to see the school, because we’re not. That’s just an excuse for you and me to get away together for a special romantic weekend. Just the two of us. You see?”

“Really?” I grinned.

“Yes, really. I’ve found a very nice place for us to stay, I think. It’s in Vermont, a little bed and breakfast inn. I’m pretty sure you’ll like it.”

“Wow, when is it?”

“In two weeks. We leave on the 28th, Friday afternoon. I’ve booked our flights.”

“Oh, Mommy!” I threw my arms around her. “Thank you!”

* * *

Elaine Gallagher called later that day asking me to babysit, so that’s what I did with my Saturday night. Boring. And of course it also meant we couldn’t have a repeat at home of our nipple-sucking fun the night before. That would have to wait for another time.

Our mom had strict rules on school nights of course about no porn and no late nights playing sexy games. That was reserved for the weekends. As the days went by that week, I found myself hoping Elaine would not call and request my services again, because even though I liked making so much money, I was really looking forward to another Friday or Saturday evening when my sisters and I could gather in our mother’s bed and get nasty with her.

I also kept asking my mom for more information about where she and I were going on our romantic weekend and what we would be doing. She wouldn’t tell me much, and she maintained the pretense with Molly and Kate about it being a trip to visit a prep school. I wasn’t sure Kate bought that story. She knew how I felt about going away and leaving the family, but she didn’t pry.

It made me uncomfortable, though, misleading Kate that way, and finally I said something to my mother about it. She understood how I felt but explained that she didn’t want to take any chances on having Grandpa Ray or Grandma June discover her deception. After we got back, she assured me, we would tell Kate the truth about where we’d been. That made me feel better.

Alas, Elaine did call on Wednesday, asking if I was available for Friday night. Reluctantly I told her I was, but I also had the satisfaction of letting her know that the following weekend I could not babysit at all, since I would be out of town. I had a big smile on my face as I told her that.

And then another thing happened.

Thursday evening as we were eating dinner, Molly said, “Mommy, I want to have a sleepover.”

“You do?”

“Uh-huh, with Emily and Riley and Lindsey and Ashley and —”

“Whoa, hold on a minute. How many girls do you want to have?”

“Only six. Also Abbie and Alyssa.”

“Only six?” our mother joked. “Why not your whole class?”

“Eww, not the boys,” Molly sneered. “No way.”

Mommy laughed. “I know, I was just kidding. How soon do you want to have this sleepover.”

“Soon. Can I?”

“Well, sure, I don’t see why not. But it can’t be next weekend because that’s when Julie and I have to go out of town. Maybe the weekend after that, okay?”

“Why not this weekend?”

“This weekend?”

“Yeah, Saturday. That’s what I already told ‘em.”

Resting her elbow on the table, my mom put her chin in her hand, giving Molly a mock frown. “You already told your friends you were having a sleepover before you even asked me about it?”

“Uh-huh,” my sister nodded, grinning.

Mommy tweaked her nose. “Well, since you are such a good girl and you never give me any trouble at all, I suppose we can do that.”

“Yay!” Molly clapped.

“But six! Where will we put them all? Your room isn’t big enough. I guess if they bring sleeping bags… or maybe we could just put a bunch of blankets and pillows down on the floor in the family room…”

* * *

So, we started making plans for a slumber party at our house, a whole bunch of third grade girls. This would be Molly’s first big sleepover. She’d been to a few like this at other kids’ houses, but we’d never had one at ours.

They all started showing up at around 5:00 on Saturday, and by 5:30, the place was a madhouse. Seven running, laughing, screaming, giggling little girls. I loved it.

I’d met most of the kids before, when Molly would have them over after school. I always enjoyed playing with them and I have to admit I had a little crush on a couple of them too, especially on Riley and Emily. They were so cute and sexy.

But let me tell you what they all looked like. I made a point that evening to study each of the girls closely so I could include descriptions of them in my sexual diary when I updated it the next day.

The two I hadn’t met previously were Alyssa and Lindsey. Alyssa, who was quiet and shy, was 9 years old, tall for her age, with long slim legs, dark hair and dark eyes, just beginning to get little breast buds. She was incredibly hot. Lindsey, who was 8, was a blonde, like my sister Molly, except her hair was straight, falling over her shoulders with golden highlights. She was a tiny girl, the shortest of the group. Lindsey looked thin and frail, like a waif, with pretty blue eyes and long lashes. I couldn’t stop staring at her little pink lips, wishing I could kiss them.

Abbie, who had just turned 9 a few weeks earlier, had curly red hair, blue eyes, and a pretty face. She had noticeable breast buds and was slightly plump. I expected that as she grew older she might start to have weight problems, like her mom who was fairly heavy. But Abbie laughed a lot and her cheerful smile was irresistible.

Ashley, a brown-eyed brunette, was the oldest of the girls at the sleepover. She would be 10 in July and was physically the most developed, with small but prominent breasts set high on her chest. Ashley was the tallest and most outgoing too. She was smart and funny and I liked her a lot, although she could get kind of bossy at times.

Beautiful Emily, 8 years old, was a brunette with striking green eyes, pale skin, full lips, cute little legs, and a flat chest. She didn’t say much, but she was bright, always looking and observing what went on around her. When Emily’s eyes met mine, I often felt that she knew what I was feeling, that she could tell how much I secretly desired her. Perhaps it was my imagination, but I thought I could detect some interest in her too, a curiosity about what it might be like to kiss an older girl, a girl like me. That’s what I hoped, anyway.

Without a doubt, the hottest of the girls in the group was Riley. She was only 8, yet she already had a magnetic sex appeal. The child was short and slim, with long legs and perfect bronzy skin. She had straight sandy blonde hair, big brown eyes, and the cutest smile you ever saw. On top of everything, she was flirtatious beyond her years, dressing to show off her young body, seeming to take delight in attracting the admiring looks of others.

Molly, of course, you know. My little sister was the youngest one there, having skipped a grade. She was a happy child, bubbly with her friends, laughing constantly. I adored her in every way, that curly blonde hair, those gorgeous blue eyes, her soft white skin. I wanted her, and by this time I was certain that soon I would be doing everything I could possibly think of with her.

As you might guess, my pussy was getting very wet as I completed my careful examination of all these girls. Visions of them naked, cavorting, playing, kissing, touching, with me right in the center, captivated my mind. It was all I could do to keep from pouncing on them as I watched them that night.

Somehow, though, I managed to control my lust.

Mommy ordered several large pizzas and the kids had a fun time eating and giggling and giggling some more. When the pizza was gone, they got to bake a batch of cupcakes and each girl decorated her own. Our kitchen table was soon a mess of frosting and glitter and sprinkles with lots of sticky fingers all around and plenty more giggles.

They all trooped into the bathroom after that to wash their hands and faces while Kate and I cleaned up the kitchen, and then it was time for a dress-up game.

Our mom brought out armfuls of little skirts and tops and scarves and bright-colored socks and silly shoes for the girls to try on (she and I had gone shopping at a discount store that afternoon). Included in the mix were several rather racy items, like flimsy bralettes and thigh-high stockings. She challenged the girls to pick out what they liked and then they would have a fashion show, voting for the cutest, most creative, or sexiest outfits. She made sure to have enough categories and enough small prizes to hand out so that every girl was a winner at least once.

The fashion show was a great idea, not only because the kids loved it so much, but because we — my mom, and Kate, and I — got to sit around and watch them taking off their clothes and putting other things on. Mommy pointedly told them, “We’re all just girls here,” giving them permission to disrobe as much as they wanted. None of the girls took off their panties, but we saw lots of bare legs, underwear, and even some flashes of chests. I was getting wetter and wetter.

Because it was a fashion show, we had to have a photographer, of course, and so Kate used our mom’s digital camera to capture plenty of images that we could enjoy later. A couple of the girls had phones that took pictures too, and that led to even more shrieks of happy laughter.

It was close to 9:00 o’clock by the time all the prizes had been awarded. The kids were still in their little dress-up outfits when our mother announced that next on the menu was a movie. She said they could watch whatever they wanted. They could choose Shrek, or Toy Story, or The Little Mermaid, or Ace Ventura, Pet Detective… but then she had another suggestion.

“I have one more movie I was thinking of. It’s called Lost and Delirious,” she told them, holding up the DVD case. “This is one my girls and I like to watch, but I’m not sure you will want to see it. It’s sort of grownup, a little bit anyway. It’s about some high school girls at a boarding school and their relationships with each other. We like it a lot, but as I said, it’s kind of mature, and if you think your parents might not want you to watch it, then we shouldn’t.”

By saying that, of course, she was almost guaranteeing the girls would clamor to see that one. My mother could be pretty shrewd.

“It’s really good,” Molly nodded to her friends. “We should watch it.”

“Does anyone here think you don’t want to see this? That I shouldn’t put it on?” Mommy asked.

The girls looked around at each other. No one objected. Ashley said, “I want to watch it.”

“Me too,” Abbie agreed, followed by a chorus of affirmations.

“Are you sure?” our mother reiterated. “Because if it’s going to upset your parents, we shouldn’t watch it.”

“It’s okay, we won’t tell,” promised Riley.

“Yeah, we won’t tell,” insisted all the rest of the girls.

So that’s what we showed to the group of little third graders that night, an R-rated movie about lesbian relationships at a private girls school. It was so awesome.

Pushing back the sofa and chairs, we cleared a space in the center of the family room in front of our large-screen TV, laying down a stack of blankets and sheets seven girls wide along with a dozen pillows so they could all get comfy and watch. Mommy suggested that they put on their jammies or whatever they wanted to sleep in before the movie started, and so they did. Most of the girls changed right there, not worrying about modesty, but two of them, Lindsey and Alyssa, took turns using the bathroom to change.

Finally we were ready. Our mother turned the lights down low, she and Kate and I sat on the sofa together behind the girls, and the movie began. There was a lot of giggling at first, nervous laughter, but soon they were getting into the story. When the sex scene came on, with bare breasts and two teenage girls kissing each other, the room was silent except for soft breathing. I don’t think anyone could hear the sound of my fingers rubbing my clit, but I was definitely doing that, and I’m pretty sure my mom and Kate were quietly masturbating too. We didn’t come, of course, but it was super exciting to know that I was playing with myself right there with all those little girls so close to me. I wondered if any of them were old enough to have started masturbating yet, and if they might be doing it even now.

By the time the movie ended, it was almost 11:00. Mommy turned off the TV but kept the lights down low. We said goodnight to the girls, they said goodnight to us, and the three of us went upstairs to our separate rooms.

The very first thing I wanted to do, obviously, was rub my pussy and give myself that long-delayed orgasm I was craving so badly. I started doing that, but then there was something else I wanted to do too, something even more insistent. I wanted to spy on the little girls. I had to.

So, I got up from my bed and crept back out into the hall, wearing only a thin robe. Getting on my hands and knees, I moved up close to the railing so I could peer down into the family room. It was dark upstairs and I was sure they couldn’t see me. As long as I stayed quiet, I could watch them unobserved.

It took a minute until my hearing adjusted so I could start to catch what they were saying. It was mostly whispers, but the more I listened, the better I could hear. And as the girls became more excited about what they were saying, their voices grew louder.

Snatches of words came first:

“…they were kissing… …lesbo… ….what’s that mean… …yeah, it was hot… …like a porno… …parents would freak…”  (lots of crazy giggling here)   “…she’s really pretty… …would you do that?… …boys… …truth or dare…”

My sister Molly was in the middle of the seven girls arrayed on the blankets. She was flanked by Riley on one side and Ashley on the other. Next to Ashley was Abbie, and beyond her came Emily. On the other side of Riley, it was Lindsey first with Alyssa on the outside.

Soon I was able to hear parts of sentences:

“It seems bad, but maybe not…” “My older sister kissed a girl one time…” “Maybe we should practice…” “Who wants to go first…?”

The first pair to ‘practice’ kissing were Ashley and Abbie. There was a lot of giggling from all the girls, and it was only a quick kiss. But after two more short kisses, they tried a longer one, earning oohs and aahs of appreciation from the others.

By then I was touching myself. I was lying on the hall carpet, my face against the railing, looking down into the dimly lit room, watching their little faces, hearing soft laughter, seeing gentle movements beneath the covers, my hand reaching under me to rub my hard clit.

Abbie and Ashley kissed for a while, then decided to switch partners. Abbie turned to Emily, who was on her other side, and they giggled with each other for half a minute but then began kissing. I was envious of Abbie getting to kiss beautiful little Emily. And when Ashley turned to her other side, she was facing Molly. They started kissing with almost no prelude, so eagerly and passionately that I had to wonder if they had done it before. It looked like they must have. I rubbed my clit faster.

Three of the girls hadn’t done any kissing yet. They were just watching the others. But after a few minutes, Riley turned and said something I couldn’t hear to both Alyssa and Lindsey. They smiled at her and then they each gave her a kiss on the lips, just a quick little kiss. They talked a bit more, giggled a lot, and then Lindsey and Alyssa kissed each other as Riley watched.

I was hoping, of course, that the kissing would lead to even more, preferably to some actual hard-core little girl lesbian sex that I could watch and possibly even join. But it didn’t. They played around with kissing, trading partners a few more times, with nearly all the kissing being just lips on lips, no tongues. The only ones who kissed more wetly were Ashley and my sister, and also Ashley and Jordan. That made me envious too, seeing Ashley kiss Riley, but it also made me hot. I was getting close to an orgasm as I watched them and masturbated, and I had to remind myself to be very quiet if and when I climaxed.

The kissing, however, soon dissolved into mostly just talking. All except for Riley and Molly, that is, who were really going at it now, with Riley on top of my sister and their arms around each other. They were kissing and moaning loud enough that I could hear them plainly. I was almost ready to come, and then for some reason I decided that Kate should see this too. I wanted her to see our baby sister kissing sexy little Riley that way. I wanted to share it with her.

I slid back quietly, deeper into the shadows, and then got to my feet, moving down the hall to Kate’s room.

But she wasn’t there. Her bed was empty.

Stepping back into the hall, I checked the bathroom. The door was open and it was dark inside, so she wasn’t there either. Where else could she be? There was only one answer. She had to be in our mother’s room.

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