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Showing Amanda, Chapter 4

  • Posted on May 13, 2015 at 11:00 pm

By Naughty Mommy

Now began a new phase in my life with Amanda.

Every single night before bed she would ‘masturbate’ — that is, I would rub her with my hand and bring her to orgasm. Sometimes, but not always, this included penetration. There were times when we took it fairly slow, when I could have fun exploring her little pussy with my fingers, seeing how far I could reach inside her vagina without causing pain. (My daughter’s hymen was still intact, and I was content for the time being to leave it that way.) There were many nights, though, when she was so excited and so eager that all I had to do was simply hold my hand in one position while she frantically humped herself against it. She could quickly reach climax doing that and was capable of repeated orgasms.

Our standard approach at this point was for Amanda to lie on her stomach and for me to reach between her legs from behind and stimulate her. I would usually masturbate too, of course, trying to come at about the same time as she did. Sometimes I would fuck her leg and bring myself to orgasm that way. If she finished before me, which happened a lot, she would often turn on her side to watch while I rubbed my clit. I loved having her watch me. But during this period, she never reached climax by rubbing herself (or at least not while I was with her). It was always my hand on her pussy.

My little girl’s sexual exuberance was incredibly arousing to me. Even if I came while I was ‘helping’ her, as I did most nights, I would still be so turned on after tucking her into bed and saying goodnight that I would have to masturbate again in my own bed. I was having more orgasms than at any time in my entire life, and loving it!

Then one Saturday morning, something else happened.

As I was sitting at the kitchen table drinking a cup of coffee, Amanda came up to me and said, “Mommy, can I only masturbate at night?”

“What do you mean?”

“I mean, do people only ever masturbate at night, or do they do it in the day too sometimes?”

“Well, it’s mostly done at night, I suppose. But there’s really no reason” — then suddenly it dawned on me — “why are you asking?”

“Because, can we do it now?”

And so it turned out that on Saturdays and Sundays, she and I would enjoy several sessions during the day as well as before going to bed at night. I didn’t mind this at all, of course.

I’d never seen Amanda so happy. She seemed to be smiling all the time, and she became extremely affectionate with me, always kissing her mother, always wanting to hold my hand or have her arm around me. Even when we weren’t having sex, if we were watching TV or something, her body was always very close to mine. It was so cute.

That’s how we moved on to the next phase. We were sitting together on the sofa on a Friday night at about 9:00 o’clock. I had my arm around my little girl and she had one leg hooked over mine. I was wearing a loose dress, with no bra and just a pair of panties. Amanda was in boxer shorts and a t-shirt. We had just finished watching a sexy movie, Lost and Delirious, and we were both very turned on.

Up until then, when she wanted to ‘masturbate’, we had always gone into Amanda’s room to do it, even on the weekends during the day. But as the closing credits rolled, my daughter took my hand and placed it between her legs. She then held her hand over mine and started moving it up and down, showing me her desires. I was surprised, but also highly aroused. She had never been this aggressive before.

Amanda was grinning at me. She was so beautiful. I returned her smile and asked, “Do you want to go to your bedroom now?”

In reply, she simply shook her head. And then she did something else she had never done before. She put her hand behind my head and pulled my face down to hers. We had kissed many times while we were having sex, or at least I had often kissed her. Sometimes when we were finished, we would kiss on the lips, but never with open mouths using our tongues.

On this special night, though, apparently inspired by the racy movie (which featured a lot of hot girl-on-girl kissing), Amanda pressed her mouth against mine, and then… I felt her tongue, probing… I parted my lips, and my daughter and I shared our first mature sensual kiss. It was wet, exciting, sloppy, even a little awkward since it was our first time trying. But it was heavenly.

And in the meantime, as we kissed, I was rubbing her pussy through her thin cotton boxer shorts. We continued kissing, and I slipped my hand inside her shorts. She was wearing nothing underneath. I felt her smooth labia, so delicious, so inviting. And as I eased my hand down a little further, I found moisture. She was very wet.

Without breaking the kiss, I turned my body and started sliding back until I was reclining fully on the sofa. She followed my movements, and then she was lying on top of me. This was definitely something new for us. I spread my legs wide apart. I wanted to feel her warm body pressing into my crotch. I was going to grab her bottom and pull her tightly against me, but as soon as I started to remove my hand from her shorts, she stopped me. “No, Mommy, don’t! Keep your hand there!”

“What?

“Keep your hand right there, okay?” She held my wrist firmly, and started moving her pussy against my fingers. It was similar to the way she would fuck my hand at night when she ‘masturbated’, except now she was on top of me. And we were kissing.

After making sure I wouldn’t take my hand away again, Amanda held my face in her hands and pressed her lips onto mine. Her mouth was open, her tongue playing with my tongue, the way we’d seen the girls in the movie. She was also arching her pelvis again and again, thrusting her hot young sex against my hand. She was so wet my fingers easily slid between her labia. She held me, kissed me, fucked my hand, moving faster and faster, moaning, sighing, and then suddenly she was coming —

“Eeeeh-ahh!!” my daughter squealed, louder than I’d ever heard her before. This was a big one. A very strong climax.

She lifted herself up, planting her hands on the sofa, straightening her arms. She threw her head back. Her eyes were closed, her face contorted with orgasmic passion. For a second she froze in that position, and then she started moving again, moving her pussy against my hand.

I looked at her in amazement. What a child she was! So sweet and innocent, and yet so sexually energetic, so enthusiastic in her desire for pleasure. My little girl fucked my hand again, my fingers sliding up and down between the slippery folds of her labia, until she had a second climax, and then a third, each accompanied by loud cries and copious juices. My hand was soaked.

Finally she was exhausted. She collapsed on top of me, breathing hard. I wrapped my arms around her and my legs too. I kissed her sweaty cheek, hugged her tightly, told her how much I loved her. I actually felt tears in my eyes, I was so happy, so in love with her — yes, I was in love with her, that was it. I was deeply in love with my own daughter. And I was as happy as I could possibly be.
I held her a long time. Gradually her breathing slowed.

Earlier I’d removed my hand from her boxer shorts, and now while she rested I licked my fingers, loving the flavor of my little girl’s pussy juice. My dress was hiked up around my waist, my legs spread wide apart. Amanda’s slim body was nestled against my crotch. God, it was so wonderful, so perfect.

I stroked her back and caressed her little bottom through her shorts. I nuzzled her neck, kissing her and licking her, tasting the salty sweat. I never wanted to move again. I was exactly where I wanted to be, my daughter on top of me, swooning in post-orgasmic bliss. I hugged her close, tears of joy in my eyes.

After a time, she stirred. She raised her head, giving me a soft smile. Her lovely blue eyes were hooded, languorous. She licked her lips.

“Mommy, that was nice. But, um, is it okay what we did? I mean, kissing and stuff like that?”

“Well, what do you think?” I asked. “Is it okay with you?”

“Yeah,” her eyes brightened. “I liked it!”

“So did I,” I chuckled. “I liked it very much. And I think it was perfectly okay.”

“Good.” She gave me a quick kiss on the lips, then added, “So, um, do you wanna do it now? Masturbate? Cuz you didn’t do it yet, did you?”

“No, I didn’t.” I shook my head. “I was too busy taking care of you. Which I loved.”

She grinned and giggled, “Me too.” And then she started to shift off of me, apparently to make room so I could play with myself.

But I stopped her. “Wait, don’t go too far.”

I positioned her so that she was resting atop my thigh, her little pussy pressing against my leg through her thin boxers. “I was thinking that maybe you could help me this time.”

Amanda frowned. “What do you mean? You can do it yourself, can’t you?”

“Sure I can, sweetie,” I smiled. “But it might be fun to try it this way. You just put your hand inside my panties, the same way I had my hand inside your shorts. Okay?”

I took her hand and slid it inside my panties. I knew she could feel how wet I was. I watched her closely to gauge her reaction. She had never touched me this way before.

Her eyes went wide as I pressed her fingers into my warm slit. She cocked her head to the side like a little puppy, frowning again — and then suddenly her face lit up, a lightbulb switching on.

“Oh!!! You mean I can help you?!

“Yes, of course.”

“Ooh, neat! I never thought of that!” She was glowing. “But, like, how do I do it? Show me, Mom.”

“Okay, well, you know, you just slide your hand up and down, like this.” I held her hand in mine, moving it the way I described.

“Right, okay… but… Mommy?”

“What is it, sweetheart?”

“Well, I mean, is at all right if I take off your panties, so I can see?”

Was it all right? Absolutely it was! “Yes, of course, baby girl. You go ahead and take off Mommy’s panties.”

I raised my bottom, enjoying the sight of my sexy little daughter tugging my panties over my hips and then down my legs and off. On impulse, I sat up and lifted my loose dress over my head, tossing it away.

“Why don’t you do it too?” I proposed. “Take off your clothes.”

“Okay!” She giggled, whipping off her shirt, then wriggling out of her boxers. Now we were both totally nude.

Amanda put her hand over her mouth, laughing. “This is funny!”

“What is?”

“Being naked in the living room.”

“Do you like it?”

“Yeah, it’s cool. We shoulda done this before.”

“Okay, so, now that you can see everything — do you want to try to help me?”

“Sure, um… where was I?”

“Well, first, sit on my leg again, like you were before.”

She climbed back on top of me, her warm juicy sex nestling against my bare thigh. She looked down at her crotch. I had to admit, it was quite a sight, a young girl’s hairless pussy straddling a grown woman’s leg — her mother’s leg!

“This feels good,” she grinned. And then she began moving a little bit, sliding back and forth. “Is it okay, Mommy, if I do this, the way you do on me sometimes?”

“Yes, of course it is, sweetheart. It’s just fine.”

“Good. I like doing it. It feels really good.” She humped me a little faster.

“All right, now, let me have your hand again.” She held it out, and I placed it between my legs, parting my labia, pressing her fingers into my slit. I was extremely wet.

“You can help Mommy masturbate, the way I help you.”

“Okay.”

“Just slide your hand up and down.” I moved her hand with mine. “That’s good… and then, you can rub the clitoris, up here, remember how I showed you?”

“Uh-huh,” she nodded, her eyes opening wide as I moved her fingers over my engorged clit. I was certain she could feel the stiff nub beneath her fingertips.

“Mmm, that’s right, baby. That feels good. You rub Mommy just like that.”

“Okay.”

Leaning my head back, I closed my eyes and savored the sensation as I guided her, rubbing her lubricated fingers over my clit again and again. My 10-year-old daughter was touching me, masturbating me, and it felt so good. I didn’t have the slightest twinge of guilt. She and I loved each other deeply and we were showing that love, warmly giving each other affection. What could possibly be wrong with that?

She was moving faster on my leg now, making little moaning sounds. Raising my other hand to my mouth, I wetted my fingertips, then spun little circles at the end of my erect nipples. I could feel my excitement beginning to build, that swirling swelling heated crescendo that told me an orgasm was near. I was getting close very fast. But I needed something more. I needed to feel Amanda’s fingers inside me.

Still holding her hand, I moved it slowly down inside my slit until the tips of her fingers reached the entrance to my vagina. I opened my eyes again so I could see how she would respond to what I wanted.

She was staring at my cunt and humping my leg.

“Can you… put your finger inside Mommy?” I asked. “Like I do with you sometimes?”

“Okay.” Amanda’s voice was hoarse, choked with incestuous arousal. As her fingers began to explore the silky wetness of her mother’s sex, she swallowed, then licked her lips. Tentatively she slid her middle finger into my vagina, but not very far, only an inch or so. Her eyes went wide.

“Mommy, it’s so… it’s so soft and warm, and… and so nice!”

“Yes, it is. But you don’t have to worry about hurting me or anything, honey. You can put your finger in as far as you want, and it will only feel better for me, I promise.”

“Okay.” She pushed her finger in further, maybe up to the second knuckle. “Wow… this is so great. I love how it feels!”

“So do I, baby. I love having you fuck me.”

Her head whipped around, her eyes goggling. “Is that what I’m doing?”

“Yes, little girl, that’s what you’re doing. You’re fucking Mommy with your finger, and I love it. Remember that first day when I told you that using naughty words sometimes makes it more exciting?”

“Uh-huh.”

“Well, I love saying that. It makes me very, very excited. I love it when you fuck me with your finger, Amanda. I want you to fuck me hard and make me come.”

She grinned and said, “Wow, Mommy, this is… this is amazing!” Then she looked at my crotch again. She was moving her finger slowly in and out of my cunt, still much too tentatively.

“Can you do it faster now, sweetie? Faster and harder? And deeper?” I wanted to come so badly.

“I’ll try.”

She frowned, concentrating as she put all her effort into pressing her middle finger up inside me as far as it would go.

I groaned, “Oh my god yes! That feels so fucking good! Do it harder now, baby, and faster!”

“All right.” She slid the finger into me again, pulled it out, and pushed it in again.

“Yes! Yes! Do it for me now, little girl! Fuck Mommy’s cunt! Fuck me hard!”

My frenzied reactions made her bolder. She was sliding her finger in and out of my slippery pussy faster and faster now, in rhythm with the way she was fucking my leg, harder and harder. And then, without even being asked, she inserted a second finger, pumping them both deep inside me again and again and again. I was delirious with lust.

“God baby fuck Mommy! Fuck Mommy hard! Make Mommy come!!”

And then I did come. I exploded into orgasm, my hands grabbing my daughter’s wrist, pulling her toward me, forcing her fingers into me still more deeply.

I was also dimly aware, even as I climaxed volcanically, that someone else was climaxing at the same time. With her fingers deep inside her mother’s cunt, my daughter was now coming on my leg, her little pussy gushing hot juices that spilled over my thigh.

* * *

The next morning I made my decision. We were going. I’d already put in for the time off from work (I had plenty of vacation coming), and I was sure we could afford it, if just barely. It might be an expensive trip, but that didn’t matter — it really felt to me like the time was right for us.

So I went online and made all the arrangements. And later that day, as we were cooling down from another one of our Saturday afternoon specials, helping each other to ‘masturbate’, I told Amanda the good news.

“Guess what, honey.”

“What?”

“I’ve decided that you and me are going on a very special vacation.”

“Really? Where?”

“Well, do you know where San Diego is?”

Her eyes went wide. “You mean like the San Diego Zoo?”

“That’s right,” I nodded, “and —”

She let out a whoop and threw her arms around my neck, hugging me and kissing me, repeating, “Mommy, Mommy, Mommy, thank you!!”

After a minute or two of this, she pulled away long enough to ask, “When are we going?”

“We leave five days from today.”

“When?”

“Next Thursday, the day after school is out, so —”

“Mommy, that’s awesome!” And I got another long round of hugs and kisses. She really is the most wonderful child.


And what fun we had! Even the first day after we arrived was enough to convince me that I’d made the right decision.

I’d been able to find a motel close to the beach, not right on it, but close enough that it was only a short walk, and well within our budget — especially since Amanda and I were sharing a room, a room with only one bed of course. I’d also decided to drive down to save on airfare and so we’d have a car while we were there. That took most of a day, driving from Sacramento to San Diego, but it wasn’t too bad.

Then the next day — wow, amazing! — a beautiful beach, perfect weather, gorgeous scenery, and so many unbelievably hot girls in tiny bathing suits. I was loving it! Amanda was positively beside herself. This was her first visit to a sunny white sand beach, right on the ocean, and she was in heaven. I knew she loved to swim, but I was surprised to see how eagerly she took to the waves and the surf. We played in the water, built sandcastles, just had the best time ever.

We spent our second day, Saturday, at the zoo, and it was spectacular as well. Everything I’d hoped for and more. It wasn’t cheap, but I didn’t mind that. We learned a lot, and had so much fun.

I haven’t mentioned it yet, but of course every night in our motel room my daughter and I ‘masturbated’ together — meaning I fucked her little pussy and she fucked mine and we had many many incredible orgasms. We were as happy as could be.

Their story continues… HERE

Kari, My Love, Part Two

  • Posted on May 13, 2015 at 12:02 pm

By JetBoy

I touched Keri’s cheek. “Do you want to stand up, sit, or lie down?”

“Um, sit.” Then, “Wait!” as I began to turn. “What do you mean, ‘lie down,’ Mommy?”

“Well… I’d lie down, and you’d lie on top of me.”

She looked at the bed, then up at me again. “And you’d… touch my bottom?”

I smiled, and nodded. “I surely would.”

She grinned. “Then lying down.”

I reached for her hand, squeezing it, then lay back where I sat and scooted back until my head was resting on the pillow. Now I was face up on the bed, waiting for my little girl.

She stared for a moment, then scrambled over to lie on top of me, buoyant with glee. “This is so so so so neat!” She hugged me tightly. I felt her thighs straddle my waist.

“My little angel,” I cooed, my hands stroking her back.

“Touch my bot-tom, touch my bot-tom…” she sang, her tummy wriggling against mine.

I reached down to fondle my daughter’s adorable little rump.

“Mmmmmm…” She snuggled into me, and I savored the feeling of her panty-clad bottom in my hands. A perfect fit.

Suddenly her head lifted again, and Keri was looking down at me. “Mommy?”

“What, honey?”

“Um…” Now she was a little embarrassed. “Nothing.” Suddenly blushing, she quickly lay back down.

“Keri?” I whispered, still lightly stroking that soft little bottom. “What is it, sweetheart? You can tell me…”

Again she popped up, concentrated, decided. “Can I… take my panties off first?” She grimaced and buried her face back into my chest.

“Silly girl, of course you can. That’s a very good idea.” I pretended to think for a bit. “In fact, honey… why don’t you take everything off? You’d be more comfortable, I bet.”

Her head popped up. “Cool!” She grinned, then jumped up to stand above me. Off with the t-shirt, down with the panties, and then… she dived back down. Mmmmmmmm, naked little Keri against me.

“Hmm,” I mused aloud. “Should I take off my clothes? I don’t know…”

“Yes, yes, yes, yes, yes!”

“Think so?” She nodded vigorously. “Well then, I guess I will.” I sat up, unbuttoning my shirt, then slipped it off, casting it to the floor. “Want to take my panties off, honey?”

Big surprised grin. “Sure!” She knelt between my legs, her lips pursed in concentration, grasping the waistband with both hands. And she slowly tugged my panties down as I lifted my hips.

She stopped midway as my thick black bush was revealed. “Cool,” she breathed. She extended a hand, then halted, looking up at me.

I nodded my approval, and she lightly touched my lush pubes, her mouth a perfect O. Then she grinned. “It’s… it’s like a sweater!”

I laughed. “A nice sweater, too. It keeps my pussy warm.”

At that, she mock-pouted, staring down at her own hairless slit. “Ooooooh… no fair!”

“Oh, now… I think your pussy is beautiful, Keri.” She bashfully ducked her head, and I added, “I like to be able to see all of you.”

Flopping back, she spread her legs wide for me, singing “Ta-DAA!”

“Yaaaay!” I cheered. I meant it, too. “Come on, now — finish taking my panties off, honey.” She scrambled to whisk them down and off, carelessly throwing them aside.

Now we were both naked. In that instant, the realization of what I was about to do to my ten-year-old daughter hit me like a hard slap.

Incest. That was the word for it. And pedophilia.

But those were only words, and I refused to be afraid of them. I wanted Keri, I loved her more than my own life, and I was going to make her feel wonderful.

“Now,” I purred, opening my arms, “come here, angel.”

And she did, oh she did, my little naked Keri, sliding her warm, bare body against mine, grinding her baby-smooth vulva into my belly as she settled onto me, burying her face in my breasts.

“Mmmm, this is great!” she murmured.

“Uh-huh.” My hand slid right down to cup her bare bottom.

I began to caress and fondle that adorable little ass of hers, gradually allowing my fingers to glide through her butt crack, teasing the rosebud. She’d respond by squeezing me with her cheeks, mewling with delight.

Then my fingers separated. One down, down to brush her soft pussy, to touch the warmth of her moist slit. My thumb now circled her tiny anus, pressing in gently. And Keri trembled in my arms as the sweet sensations that pulsed through her body grew more and more intense.

Then she gasped as I eased the tip of my finger into her vagina. “Mommy,” she whimpered.

With my free hand I lifted my daughter’s face to mine. Her eyes were wide, her mouth open.

“I love you, baby,” I breathed, transfixing Keri with a desire-filled gaze, wanting to convey to my child the need, the hunger I felt for her right then. I placed a soft kiss on her mouth, my tongue emerging to lick at her lower lip as I continued to fuck her with probing fingers.

Her brow furrowed as her pleasure grew and grew, my little girl hurtling towards meltdown. She stared at me helplessly as ecstasy neared, her entire body beginning to shudder and shake.

Then, it was upon her. “Ohh, Mommy… I’m… mmmMMMMmmm… oooh… I’m, I’m, I’m gonna, I think… mmmm, Mommy! OHHHHHH!” And she cried out wordlessly as her body was racked by jolts of purest rapture. I’d never seen such a beautiful sight as that of my baby, coming for the first time. And I was making it happen.

I took Keri through her climax, continuing to pleasure my baby until she could take no more. Then I removed my fingers from her, feeling my daughter sigh blissfully as she relaxed on top of me. I cuddled Keri close, bringing my fingers, moist from her, up to my lips to taste. Yum, ambrosia.

Keri quickly fell asleep in my arms, so I tucked her spent body beneath the sheet and just looked at her. So fragile, so trusting. So adorable. And so, so, luscious. Oh, my, yes.

I didn’t want to spend that night alone in my bed, so I tiptoed down to fetch Pamela, still snoozing peacefully in her crib, and gently carried her upstairs to the nursery. I put her to bed, placed the lightest of kisses on her brow, then went back to Keri’s room and slipped into bed with my daughter. It was a tight fit, her bed being much narrower than mine. Still, having her bare little body curled against me was worth a little discomfort.

I had to get up once to soothe Pam when she began to cry, rocking her in my arms until she dozed off again. Then it was back to Keri’s bed, where I slumbered peacefully by her side until dawn.

Waking up to find my naked little girl next to me was a strange experience, at first. I wasn’t sure how to feel about what I had done to Keri, and wondered why I wasn’t overcome with guilt. But soon I was taking little peeks under the sheet, just to glimpse my daughter’s bare body. My God, I already wanted to touch her again.

Instead, I shoved myself out of bed and tiptoed out of Keri’s room, letting her snooze in peace. I fed and changed Pammie, quickly showered and dressed, then went down to the kitchen, where I whipped up a big bowl of waffle batter, whistling joyfully the whole while. I was on top of the world that morning, bluebirds on my shoulder and all that. All because of my precious daughter, tucked into her bed upstairs.

When Keri padded into the kitchen, wearing one of my old t-shirts she had converted into a nightie, she gave me a shy smile and tiptoed into my arms. I hugged my darling girl to me, resisting a crazy impulse to kiss her. Really kiss her. My head swam as Keri buried her face in my breasts, making little contented-girl sounds. I felt my desire growing, telling me to reach down and pull that t-shirt up and over her head. Undress her. Pick her up. Set her on the kitchen counter. Bury your face between her legs…

Instead, I patted her bottom and pointed to her chair at the dining room table. “Breakfast is nearly ready, honey… I made us waffles.”

Keri squealed with delight, clapping her hands as she danced over to her seat. Suddenly the erotic spell I’d woven in my mind vanished, leaving us a mother and child preparing for breakfast. Nothing to see here, folks, let’s move along.

That day, we didn’t speak of what we had done. But there was a special warmth between my little girl and me that had us both glowing like little stars. We caught each other’s eyes sometimes, exchanging knowing smiles. Her hand would slip, unannounced, into mine; or I would touch her back with long, lingering strokes.

Even that night’s dinner was special. Keri insisted on eating by candlelight, even putting on soft music. Pam was sleeping peacefully in the nursery, and the evening was young.

But as I was loading the dishes into the sink, I noticed that Keri had vanished. I figured that she’d grown sleepy and slipped away for a nap. I couldn’t help but feel a bit disappointed, but with a shrug, I decided to lie down and read for a while.

So I turned off the downstairs lights and went upstairs to my room. There I discovered, to my delight, a certain special someone in my bed!

Keri had changed into her favorite outfit, one that she usually saved for parties: a short emerald-green skirt and a bare midriff top. Her legs were parted, revealing her new panties — pink, with a pattern of tiny fishes.

And then there was her expression. Ohhh, priceless. Boldness, glee, nervousness… desire? Her lower lip was tucked between her teeth, and her impish grin quavered. Her eyes were large and sparkling.

I really, really didn’t know what to think. “Keri…”

“Hmmm…?” Her fingers twisted the pillow. I stood at the foot of the bed, looking down at this enchanting sight.

She transfixed me with a look, and purred, “I want to play, Mommy.” Little imp.

I stared at her. She licked her lips, parting both legs even further to display herself to me.

“Keri, baby,” I whispered, barely able to breathe.

“Mommy?”

“What, honey?”

Her legs did a little luxurious scissoring on the bed. “I love you…”

How could I refuse this? “I love you too, baby,” I murmured, unbuttoning my shirt with trembling fingers. It fell to the floor, and my bra soon followed. Keri gazed eagerly as I undid and removed my skirt, then slipped out of my panties. I sat down next to her on the bed, completely naked, my sex aching with this helpless need I felt for my little one.

Keri was transfixed. She looked up at me, a question in her eyes. I nodded, and she leaned in to take my hard, sticky nipple between her cherry-pink lips. And she began to suckle. And God, it felt so fucking good. I just slowly lay back and melted into the bed along with my child, her hot mouth fastened to my breast.

She had one hand on my upper thigh as she leaned into me, and her warm, pantied crotch was touching my bare skin. I moaned, pressing my thigh into the heat of her. She uttered a little sigh, then I felt her start to move against me, gradually picking up a slow rhythm.

I could barely believe my own senses, but there was no doubt about it — my sweet baby was riding my leg!

I was thrilled at the very idea of my Keri rubbing herself off against me, but that excitement spilled over into white-hot lust when my daughter’s hand realized, somehow, where it was — and began to slip between my thighs.

As she sucked at my nipple it felt heavenly, just heavenly. A fire hissed and roared inside me, a passion that built endlessly upon itself. And as Keri’s tiny hand touched my pussy, all those feelings coalesced into a single brilliant point of blinding intensity. My sweet child was touching me sexually, pleasuring me just as I had her. I felt myself moving my hips against Keri, meeting her curious hand. And I felt her respond to my movement; feeling my wet cunt, exploring the sticky flesh.

I reached down to help Keri find the opening to my vagina, then enter me with her fingers. All the while she licked and sucked my swollen nipple, then switched to the other, making little humming sounds of satisfaction all the while.

I felt and saw Keri reach down with her free hand to tug frantically at the crotch of her new panties. Suddenly they ripped, and she’d opened up her slit to me. I whimpered as I felt her bare, slick pussy touch my thigh.

My daughter was all but fucking me now, grinding furiously against my leg. She sighed and moaned and trembled with purest bliss, her face positively angelic. I gasped as Keri’s fingers found a sure, steady rhythm in my cunt, sawing in and out, in and out.

And I just… lost it. Completely.

I reached down to her chin, tilted her face up to meet mine, and my mouth claimed hers in a lover’s kiss. My tongue slipped between Keri’s pretty lips as I held her tightly in my arms. Her fingers, still buried in my vagina, were momentarily stilled as she savored this new kind of kissing between mother and daughter.

She got over her surprise quickly enough. Soon her lips were shyly responding to my passion, her tongue slowly joining the loveplay. I nearly swooned when she became more aggressive, returning my heated kiss measure for measure, and her fingers resumed their movement between my legs.

Then I broke away, licking my lips, reached down and gently removed Keri’s hand from my cunt. She was startled for a moment, but her eyes widened in awe as I took her fingers into my mouth and sucked the wetness from them, fixing my baby with a sexy Marlene Dietrich gaze. “Oh, Mommy,” she whispered, her face positively glowing with adoration.

I grasped the bottom of her top and tugged it up and off, Keri raising her arms to assist me. Then she reached down to unfasten her skirt and toss it to one side.

Heart throbbing with anticipation, I slipped from Keri’s embrace and gently lay her back on the bed. I knelt between her outstretched legs to reach for the waistband of her ruined panties — now the last item of clothing between the two of us — and slowly tugged them down to her feet, giving my child every chance to stop me. But Keri was thrilled by the loving games we were playing, and raised her legs to help me finish stripping her.

Both of us now naked, I gently lowered my body onto hers. God, she felt so soft and sweet in my arms.

“I love you, angel,” I cooed, our noses barely touching.

“I… I love you, Mommy,” Keri whispered, her eyes wide as she gazed at me in wonder, still a little unsure of what was happening between us, but clearly enjoying every moment.

I responded with a tender kiss, allowing my mouth to brush softly against hers, then nibbled at her lower lip. Keri quickly brought her tongue into play, and our kiss grew hotter, more passionate. Her arms circled my bare back, clutching me tightly.

Gently breaking our kiss, I trailed my lips down to nuzzle at my baby’s soft neck. She was purring like a contented kitten as I pressed a kiss into the hollow of her throat, then moved down further still.

Her taut, childish nipples delighted me. Keri inhaled sharply as I took one in my mouth, flicking at the pink tip with a playful tongue. My daughter gently rocked from side to side, cradling my head to her chest, her heart going like sixty. I shifted to lavish attention on her other nipple, and she shuddered with delight. “Oh,” I heard my little girl sigh.

Wanting more, I squirmed my way down Keri’s body, licking a path to her belly button. I teased it with a probe of the tongue, and my little girl squealed with delight, another jolt of pleasure coursing through her limbs.

I was a woman on fire, my cunt a river as I slipped down yet further, reaching my ultimate destination. I lay between Keri’s thin legs, staring enthralled at the pink treasure of my baby’s bare slit. I had enjoyed my fair share of lovers by age 32, but the sight of my daughter’s childish vagina aroused me more than anything I had ever known. My hands rested on her thighs as I inhaled deeply, savoring the little-girl scent of Keri’s sex. Intoxicating.

My mouth watered to taste her. I closed my eyes, lowered my face to the glistening crack.

My daughter whimpered as my tongue emerged to take that first luxurious lick. She tasted wonderful, just like a little girl ought to. All things nice, I thought, closing my eyes as I licked her again. Keri moaned, her trembling hands now cradling my head, then breathed, “Mommy…”

I burrowed my face between her thin thighs, cupped her bottom in my squeezing hands and took her cunt into my mouth, licking and sucking at her bare slit like a woman possessed. I couldn’t believe that I was doing such a thing — going down on my own ten-year-old daughter! I made love to Keri in a sweet frenzy, pleasuring her, showing her just how wonderful she was. Making her feel like the most special creature in the world.

Soon Keri shook and screamed, her little voice filled with the sweet, sweet pain of climax. The sound of her ecstasy drove me wild, and I kissed and tongued my daughter’s pussy until she could stand no more, finally pushing my face away with clumsy hands, the breath frozen in her lungs. Then she exhaled noisily and relaxed into the warm sheets.

I continued to lightly kiss, kiss, kiss her thighs and her soft tummy, finally crawling up to take this naked angel into my arms. I could feel Keri’s heart throbbing as I held her, placing gentle kisses on her flushed face.

Her arms reached around me, and she burrowed her face into my breasts. “Oh… Mommy,” she whispered, “that was so… so good!”

I gently tilted her face up to mine. “I love you, honey,” I murmured, “more than anyone or anything. You are the world to me.”

I kissed her mouth tenderly, my lips still moist from her pussy. Keri shyly returned my kiss — but when my tongue emerged to tease at her lower lip, she got over her shyness right away, matching my passion with a fervor that left me breathless.

When we broke apart, her eyes were filled with wonder. “What did you do to me, Mommy? Were you licking me… down there?”

“Yes, honey,” I murmured, cuddling Keri close. “I kissed your pussy… and licked it. That’s how grownups make love, you know.” I hesitated, then decided to be honest with her. “And I… I wanted to make love to you, sweetheart.”

“Oh, wow,” she purred, her eyes glowing with happiness. “that’s what I wanted to do to you, too.” We shared a tender kiss, then Keri gazed at me shyly, biting her lower lip. “Mommy…?”

God, my head was swimming. “Yes, honey?”

“Can I — could I kiss you… down there, too? I want to make you feel good.”

Wasn’t that sweet? My adorable daughter, bashfully asking for permission to go down on me. I was so touched that I felt like shedding tears of joy. Instead, I pulled Keri close to me and rubbed noses with her. “Of course you can, angel. I’d love that.”

Her face lit up. “Yay!” she squeaked. Then, without any further ado, my child squirmed her way down between my thighs.

I lay there, trembling in anticipation, feeling the warmth of Keri’s breath against my skin. A moan burst from my lips as she touched my cunt with curious fingers. “You’re so wet, Mommy…” she cooed, “and you smell really good!”

I clawed the sheets, my body taut as piano wire. I needed my little girl’s mouth on me so desperately right then. “Please,” I breathed… “oh, honey, please…”

And I cried out as Keri pressed a warm kiss into my cunt. “Mmmm…” she purred, and then my baby began to lick me.

Keri was tentative at first, exploring me with her mouth, savoring the scent and taste of a woman for the first time. But she quickly grew bolder, and pressed her face deeper into my thick pubes, her mouth exploring every inch of my cunt as if she’d been born for this.

I palmed my breasts, panting for breath as my ten-year-old child pleasured me. Her tongue was warm and wet, her mouth drinking from my cunt as if it was my nipple. The joy I felt as I gazed down to see my adorable child’s contented face buried in my pubes, happily eating my pussy… well, it was a thrill beyond anything I could put into words.

Then suddenly I was coming, the sensations pounding through my body before I knew it. My head was jerking as if it were on a string, legs trembling so hard they hurt. Keri continued to lick and suck at my pulsing cunt, oblivious to everything but bringing joy to her mother.

Finally I moaned, “No more, honey,” and lay there gasping for breath as a little angel crawled into my arms.

Her face was flushed and radiant, eyes shining with love. “Was… was that good, Mommy?” she whispered.

I answered my daughter by taking her face in my hands and planting my mouth on hers, kissing my child with every bit of the love and happiness I felt in my heart at that moment. Her eyes closed and her tongue joined mine in a lusty ballet, her little arms wrapping themselves around me. I nuzzled my baby’s sticky lips and chin, savoring the taste of my sex on her face.

Finally my lips parted from hers, and I caressed Keri’s cheek. “Oh, honey,” I said, “I adore you. Being with you like this… well, it means more than I can say.”

Keri rested her face on my breast, first kissing it softly. “I love this, Mommy.” She raised her face to mine. “And I love you!”

I cuddled my daughter close, and we lay together contentedly, finally drifting to sleep.

After that wonderful, magical night, we just couldn’t keep our hands off each other. I did feel weird about things at first. It felt just, so, I don’t know… so much like bad behavior on my part. As the mother of an infant and a ten-year-old girl, I knew that this wasn’t the kind of parenting that the PTA would endorse.

But in a strange and marvelous way, the love I had shared with my sweet daughter felt so powerfully right, so good. I was smitten by her!

Keri quickly developed a powerful appetite for lesbian lovemaking. In fact, she nearly wore me out, but I wasn’t complaining. She’d do things like wander into the living room while I was reading and casually lie across my lap, allowing her t-shirt to slide up far enough to reveal her delightfully bare bottom. Seldom was I able to resist that little trick. I’d usually bend down, part her cheeks and explore the crack of her ass with my tongue.

Or I’d be standing in the kitchen, washing dishes, and Keri would sneak up behind me and slip her little hand beneath my skirt to fondle my cunt. More often than not, she would soon have me leaning back against the sink as she ate me out.

We seldom wore anything but long t-shirts around the house, wanting to have full access to each other’s bodies whenever the mood took us. And it did take us, often.

Our life as lovers has been pure bliss. I don’t know how much longer this will last, but I’m grateful for every moment.

*****

This story is the second of my adaptations from the work of Louisa May, one of Leslita’s most beloved writers. (Her writing can also be found at the Nifty Archive, and is well worth your time.) It is an expansion and reworking of “Spilt Milk,” an exquisite tale told in three parts. I craved a fourth chapter so badly that I finally wrote one myself, then reworked the earlier parts extensively, attempting to tell the story in my own way without losing the charm and heat of the original.

This is the final result, offered in loving tribute to Louisa May. Thank you, dear lady, for the inspiration; and for allowing me to share my version with the world. You are greatly missed.

Kari, My Love, Part One

  • Posted on May 13, 2015 at 11:13 am

By JetBoy

I’m going to write this down, then hide it away. Better yet, burn it. But I need to see the whole story in print first, if only to prove that this is actually happening to me, that I’m not living out some crazy, delirious dream.

The reason why this story seethes inside me, demanding to be told, is — well, let me lay it on the table for you. I have a lover.

Ah, you think, so that’s what all this is all about. Well, yes and no. What’s so unnerving, yet astonishing, is that this lover I’m speaking of is… my daughter Keri. My beautiful, adorable little ten-year-old.

I can only imagine the expression on your face as you digest that tidbit of information. Disgust, outrage, righteous anger. What kind of mother would have sex with her own little girl? you ask yourself. A monster, that’s who.

So some might think, anyhow, and I can’t say I blame them. I’m sure I would have felt the same way, before… all this. Before I found such passion, such love, such raw, naked desire, all in the arms of my enchanting little third grader.

Whatever. Before I get bogged down in questions of wrong and right, I have to set down how it all came to pass. To recall, but also to relive every delicious moment.

It’s been almost six months now since little Pamela was born. My second daughter. That’s really how this whole thing got started. I wanted another child, but this time I did it without the assistance of a man. After my divorce five years earlier, I had been single and happy, choosing the lovers I wanted — some male, mostly female — but this baby was to be mine and mine only.

So I had myself artificially inseminated at the Pembroke Center, a local feminist clinic. Nine months later, my beautiful Pamela was born.

That’s the prologue. Now comes the story itself. How, with a bit of help from baby Pam, I found the love of my life — and in the last place I’d have expected it to be.

First, let me set the scene. I was in my big comfy chair in the living room corner, by the crib, nursing Pamela. It was a warm evening in June, and Keri was sprawled out on the floor in front of me, reading Harry Potter.

Nursing was wonderful. Feeding Pam was almost sexual, that’s how hungry I was for it. I’d idly tease my swollen nipples, loving the sweet surge I’d feel through my core, traveling from womb to heart and back again. I loved it all: Pammie’s tiny sucking mouth, her little hands groping for my breasts, the tiny wet sounds she made as she sated her appetite. Just thinking about feeding her would send a sweet fluttery feeling through my belly, as if I was really going to be making love instead. Once, while Keri had been at school, I actually masturbated to a lovely orgasm while my infant girl fed from me.

Everything seemed to affect me in such a sensual way, whether it was the summer breeze, or the low throb of a motorcycle passing by, or a moment like the one on this particular day when, while nursing the baby, I glanced over at Keri.

She was dressed as she always was on a summer morning: skimpy t-shirt and panties. But as she lay there on her stomach before me, her little ten-year-old fidgety girl bottom suddenly seemed mysteriously enticing to me. It had been months since I’d made love to a woman, and more years than I’d care to admit since I had explored childish sex games with my best friend Kimmy at the age of twelve.

Which meant that this heightened sensuality I was experiencing seemed to make my daughter’s half-dressed body seem, well, desirable.

I chuckled inwardly at my outlandish arousal, and looked back down at baby Pam, cuddled in my arms. I watched her nurse for awhile, then I happened to look up again. There was Keri, leaning against the doorway, watching me. I winked at her, and she sent a small, fleeting grin back.

Now I must say that Keri had been quite wonderful since her new sister’s birth, what with the huge change in our household, and having to make do with less attention than she was used to. Thankfully, she seemed to understand that my life had to center around Pam for the time being, and displayed an admirable amount of patience with me.

Pam had fallen asleep. I carefully rose, my breasts still bare, and tucked her into the crib. Then I reached for my shirt and began to put it on.

“You’re… leaking.” Keri softly said, her face expressionless.

I looked down, and indeed, milk still oozed from my just-sucked nipple. “It does that, honey.” I touched the fluid with a fingertip, making my breast tingle deliciously. I’d usually get a little giddy from nursing; those days, it seemed like I was always aroused. “Mmmmm… it’s nice and warm, too.” I cooed, smiling up at Keri.

She giggled nervously, took a small step forward, then froze. It seemed as if she had something she wanted to say.

“What, honey? Did you want to ask me something?”

She actually blushed. Then she crossed her legs together and twisted her upper half from side to side, rolling her eyes. “It’s sooo silly!”

“Sweetheart, I’m sure it’s not that silly… now what?”

“No. You’d think I was weird.” She looked down at her feet, still crossed.

I said nothing, just waited.

She peered up at me from beneath her dark brows. I saw her glance at my still bared breasts.

I looked down again, then up. “Keri?”

“Hmm?” Her skinny arms were now folded behind her back.

“Is it about my breasts?”

Keri blushed, hugely this time, then nodded quickly. “Honey, come here.” She pigeon-toed over, arms still held behind her. She stood about neck-high to my breasts, resolutely looking me in the eye. I leaned down and kissed her forehead. I felt my breast brush her shoulder, and another rush of pleasure surged through my nipple.

“Keri, you can ask me anythingyou know that. Anything at all.” She was staring at my breasts now, her mouth slightly open. “What it it, honey? Hmm?” I touched my nipple again. Mmm, that felt good. “Tell me.”

She opened her mouth, closed it, then shyly spoke. “Why doesn’t it, um… stop leaking when Pam is, is finished?”

I smiled, loving how it felt when I ran my thumb over the slick nipple, also loving the slightly illicit feel of fondling myself in front of my daughter. Ooh, wicked, I thought. “Well, they don’t know she’s finished, you see. My breasts still have more if she wants it.”

Keri looked at my breast, at my fingers brushing my nipples. She looked up at me again, and I could see, yes, she looked… hungry.

At that moment I realized something I hadn’t before: how often Keri seemed to be nearby when I was feeding her sister, as if she were fascinated by the sight: me, half-naked and cradling the baby to my breast, Pammie’s sucking mouth fastened to an engorged nipple, drinking her fill of my sweet milk.

A tendril of excitement spun through me — and a wild idea popped into my head. Really wild.

“Keri?” I looked sideways at her, barely able to believe I was going to do this. “Do you want a taste?”

Oh, what a precious reaction. I watched her eyes open, dilate, flutter; her mouth opened, she took a deep breath as if elated, but not wanting to let it show. She smiled slightly, started to nod, then nodded faster, grinning excitedly.

“Come, honey.” I sat down on the couch, put my arms around Keri and drew her in to me, placing her between my legs.

I lifted my round, ripe breast to her mouth. “Here,” I murmured, “Go ahead…”

Keri leaned in slightly and touched her lips to my nipple. She looked up at me, then took the tip of my breast into her warm mouth.

And she began to suckle. Oh, my, she did. And the difference between being nursed by Keri and Pam was so urgently sexual. Keri’s mouth sucked hard. Tenderly, but hard. And I felt my milk flow so deliciously into my little girl’s mouth.

Ohhhhh God yes, it was so good… like being made love to.

I watched Keri’s eyes close contentedly as she drank, purring with pleasure. And as she did, her hips shifted and wriggled, her body tightly pressed against my barely clad pussy.

Mmmmmm, yes. I was already incredibly aroused, and I realized, with a mixture of concern and joyous abandon, that my little girl was going to make me come.

I tried not to let it show, but did, perhaps unconsciously, trail my hand down to her bottom to pull her hips and body more firmly against mine.

And I think Keri was feeling something more herself, because her suckling became a bit fiercer, and she seemed to be grinding herself into my throbbing sex.

I did rave a bit, let’s call it that. Just as one might to a lover in the midst of ecstasy. Little endearments, loving words. “Mmm, yes, that’s a good girl, that’s right, mmm… ohhh, I’m so glad I can do this for you, honey. Oh, honey… that’s lovely, Keri… oh. Oh!”

Her bottom felt so good in my hand. It seemed to contract and pulse every time she swallowed.

I did come. And I think that Keri knew, somehow. When I did, she just hugged me tightly, then her lips broke away from my nipple with a wet sound. I nearly moaned when she placed several tender kisses on my breasts, then we snuggled together for a long time.

I must have been in a sort of stupor, or perhaps a daydream. Because when I came back to the real world, I found I was slumped back on the couch, languidly stroking and fondling Keri’s little bottom while we hugged. It was like stepping from a dream to reality in a cold flash — and I immediately slid my hands up to her back, amazed that I’d been touching my daughter in that way.

A small mew of discontent came from between my breasts. I watched Keri’s little panty-clad butt squirm a bit. Her big brown eyes looked up at me, her mouth still wet with my milk. “Why’d you stop?”

I couldn’t believe what I heard. “Stop… what, honey?”

She wiggled her butt again. “Rubbing my bottom.” Her cheeks squeezed together. “I like you rubbing my bottom.”

Now, this was too weird. She’s your daughter. Who you’ve fought with, and spoonfed, and spoiled, and punished…

And, God help me, I looked at her pert little butt and felt lust. What was happening to me? Stall for time.

“You… you liked that?”

“Mmm-hmm,” she murmured emphatically.

My hand wavered, brushing her back. I watched wide-eyed as she reached up, grasped my hand and, very pointedly, placed it on her pert little rump. Again, she hit me with those big eyes. “Mommy… rub my bottom.”

All right, then. My hand moved, tentatively at first, lightly circling her cheeks.

“Do it harder, Mommy.”

Like a backrub, right? But… lower. I tentatively allowed the other hand to join in this new game, then I was knowingly doing what I’d been unconscious of before: touching my little girl’s ass as if she were a lover. Only now, I was using both hands.

Soft, deep circles and squeezes, easing into a steady rhythm. I noticed that, whenever my hands would meet to spread her little cheeks, Keri would sigh and arch her back.

Her small voice again, from against my breasts: “Mmmm… that feels nice.”

“Good, honey. I’m glad.” My breathing was getting a bit heavier as my hands warmed to their task. Stroke, circle, stroke, squeeze, spread, circle…

I smelled myself; smelled us. My heat, her breath, and… her sex. I could, I swear I could detect a new scent in the room — the spicy musk of Keri’s pussy. And her bottom seemed so much softer now, and more open to me, somehow. I could feel a growing wet spot in my panties. Okay, maybe we shouldn’t be doing this…

“Mommy?” This was almost a whisper, and so urgent-sounding that I stopped in mid-stroke. I looked down at those brown eyes, so soft and dreamy, her cheeks pinked with pleasure. “Please, could you touch… inside my bottom? In the middle?”

My heart nearly stopped. “In the… middle?”

Her little hand reached around again, this time to put my open hand directly on the crack of her ass. “Right there.” My stars…

I began to slowly stroke up and down, fingers pressing slightly into Keri’s panty-covered cleft. I watched her eyes close.

“Like this?” I breathed.

She nodded, snuggling her face into my breasts. “Just… mmmmm, oh yes…” she murmured.

I caressed my daughter’s crack more firmly now, my heart pounding. Oh my God. This child, my own little girl, had been transformed into a sexual creature in my hungry hands. My fingers brushed the rosebud of her anus, traced the tiny cleft between her cheeks. She was so warm there, the material of her cotton panties growing damp.

Keri made tiny noises at my chest, little coos and mewings, as my eager fingers stroked and smoothed a path down, down into the hidden crevice of her babyish slit. As soon as I touched her there, her little butt arched into my hand and her legs slid out, stockinged feet gliding along the hardwood floor.

Oh, my beautiful little girl, my darling Keri, I’m going to make you come. Mommy’s going to make you feel like you’ve never felt before. And I felt her open to me, my fingers twisting along her smooth vulva, thumb pressed firmly against her rosebud. Her mouth was open, breath hot against my skin as Keri blindly nuzzled my breasts.

And she raised her head, her eyes wide as she called out to me, panting, “Mmmommy, oh Mommy, oh it feels so, so good, I’m… mmmMMMMmmm, ohhhh, Mommeeeeee…”

All of a sudden, Keri thrust herself away from me and leapt to her feet. Her lower lip trembled, and she put a hand down between her legs, covering her mound as her eyes filled with tears.

“Keri? What is it, honey?” I reached for her.

She sobbed once, then turned and stumbled up the stairs.

Oh God oh God oh God. What had I done to my little girl? Stricken to the heart, I numbly stood, pausing to check on the baby, then hastened upstairs after my baby girl, clumsily buttoning my shirt as I went.

At the door I could see Keri face down on her bed, sobbing loudly. I was devastated.

I sat on the bed by my daughter, lightly touching her hair. “Honey,” I began, “I am so sorry –”

Immediately she flung herself at me to burrow into my arms, her tears falling on my bare breasts. “No, no, no, no,” she cried.

I held her to me. “Shhh, shhh, angel, hush.”

Her sobbing abated somewhat, and she whimpered, “I’m just… I’m so stupid, I’m so…” and she began to cry again.

“Keri, honey, shhhhh. It’s all right, baby. Shhhh.” I stroked her hair as I held her to me, comforting my unhappy child as best I could.

When she’d quieted somewhat I cupped her face in my hands, peering into those moist brown eyes. “Honey, you are not at all stupid. Why’d you say that?”

Her lip trembled, but held. “‘Cause… cause I got so scared…”

“What, honey? What scared you? The way that… how you were starting to feel when I touched you?”

My little girl nodded. “It got so, so big that I just… I thought I was gonna explode… and it m-made me afraid.” Tears welled once more, threatening to spill over.

I kissed her sweaty temple, then looked into her eyes. “Keri, love… you are such a sweet, wonderful girl.” I stroked her cheek. “And you know that I would never, ever do anything to hurt you.” I brushed a loose strand of hair from her forehead and tucked it behind her ear. “That feeling, honey… well, it just gets better, and better, until it feels better than anything you’ve ever felt before,” I crooned as I rocked her in my arms. “But it just seems like an explosion, sweetheart, it’s not real. I just wanted you to feel it for yourself. But it’s all right if you aren’t ready for that, honey. You don’t –”

“But I want to!” Sitting upright in my lap, she grabbed my hand with both of hers and held it to her chest. “I do, Mommy, I really, really want to!” And she gave me a brave little smile!

Oh, my. I opened my arms to her and hugged her tightly, tightly. We rocked together.

“Ohhh, Keri, Keri. I love you, sweetheart, so much.”

She murmured into my chest. “Love you, too.” Her mood already seemed better, and I breathed a soft sigh of relief.

“Mommy,” said Keri as she unfurled from me, “can you, um, touch me like that some more? I want to feel it all this time.” My eyebrows must have risen at that, because she giggled. “I do, I do!”

I looked around the room casually, trying to conceal the sudden pounding of my heart. Finally, I spoke. “How do you want me to… touch you, honey?”

“Oh!” She stared at me. “Ummm… well, I like when you touched my bottom… and, um, my missy,” she said with a little blush.

“Okay.” I couldn’t believe this day, this moment, or what I wanted to do with my child. What I would do with her. I sat there, panties damp, watching my daughter thinking, deciding how she wanted me to make her come.

A dream? Possibly. But I’m not waking up, if I can help it.

Continue on to Part Two

The Joy of Looking, Chapter 68

  • Posted on May 13, 2015 at 10:58 am

By Naughty Mommy

I slept late the next day. My mom got up before me, taking a shower, washing and drying her hair, packing up her things and most of mine. At about 10:00, she came and sat on the bed beside me, waking me.

“Sweetheart, time to get up. We’ve got a plane to catch.” She gave me a little kiss on the cheek.

I’d wondered if I would have any kind of hangover or whatever from the marijuana when I woke up, but I didn’t. I felt fresh and alert. My body was still a bit tired from all the exertion of the night before, but my mind was clear.

After giving my mother a nice hug, being careful not to muss her hair or her makeup, I took a quick shower myself. I really needed one after the amount of body oil they’d used, not to mention all the pussy juice and saliva and everything else that had been all over me.

While I was washing, I rubbed my soapy fingers on my clit, making my pussy warm and tingly again. I didn’t bring myself to climax, but I felt a pleasant throbbing in my crotch as I slipped into my undies and my red dress. My mom and I went downstairs for breakfast, finding Logan and Diana still there, but not Shannon and her girls. They’d already left.

We got big hugs from Cassia and Delia (Olympia wasn’t there), along with pretty Diana and her mother, and soon we were on our way again.

As we drove, I dug my sexual diary out of my backpack and started making notes about all the things I could recall from the party. It took me quite a while, filling many pages, and I’m sure I still left a lot out. I mean, nobody could possibly remember all the wild stuff that happened that night. I did my best, though.

By the time I was finished, we were more than halfway back to Boston. I put the diary away with a satisfied sigh and gazed out the window at the scenery.

While I’d been writing my notes, my mom had not said much. She could see that I was busy with something and didn’t interrupt. She also didn’t ask me what I was working on. I suppose she figured we’re all entitled to keep some things private. I wouldn’t have minded letting her know about my diary, or even showing it to her, but she didn’t inquire and I didn’t say anything about it.

Now that I’d finished with that, though, I started thinking again about what it all meant, about what we would say to Kate and Molly when we got back, about how things might change between all of us.

I thought about the little lesbian families we had met at the Sapphic Retreat, like Nicole and her girls, Katherine and her two daughters, and all the others. What was it like for them at home, I wondered. Did they sleep in the same bed at night? Did they have friends they played around with sometimes? Kids from school they would bring home for sexual adventures?

I felt myself getting turned on again as I imagined what they might do, especially when I began to think about what it would be like for us to seduce some of my friends or Kate’s friends or Molly’s little friends. Ooh, yes, like Emily and Riley. That would be so great, and maybe even their moms too!

“What are you thinking about, honey?”

I realized then that I was gently rubbing myself, the heel of my hand pressing into my pussy on the outside of my dress and panties. I gave my mother a sheepish grin. “I can’t stop touching myself. I’m insatiable.”

“Yes,” she chuckled, patting my knee. “That’s one of the things I love about you.”

“But um, I was thinking about, like, the moms and daughters we met this weekend, and what it’s like for them at home. You know, if they have friends they play around with, I mean, other moms and daughters, maybe from their school or something, that they have sex with. Do you think they might?”

“Sure, I suppose it’s possible. Like us, though, I would imagine they try to be very careful, think wisely about the people they choose to bring into their circle.”

“Yeah, I guess you’re right.”

We drove a few miles more in silence. Then I asked, “Mommy, um, do you think, I mean, are there actually a lot of mothers and daughters who, you know, who are lesbian lovers? Who have sex with each other?”

She thought about it, before shrugging, “Well, that depends on what you mean by a lot. As you discovered this weekend, you and I are not the only mom and daughter who are interested in such things. I think it’s actually fairly common for mothers to have sexual fantasies about their daughters. I’ve been in touch with a good number of women online who share those kinds of longings with me.”

“You have?”

“Yes, I have.” She turned and smiled, giving me a wink.

“Wow…”

“On the other hand, the number of women who actually do something about those feelings, who act on their desires for their daughters, is probably fairly small. I don’t know the percentage, but I’d guess it’s no more than one in ten, maybe less.”

“Huh.”

I thought about that for a while. Then I said, “So, the friends you have, I guess, online, who are moms and have fantasies about their daughters, do any of them do anything?”

“Yes, a few. At least they say they do. You can never be sure, of course, that what someone is telling you in chat or email is real or if it’s only what they’re wishing was true.”

“Yeah, I guess.”

“But I think I can usually tell, and I know quite a few moms who say they are sexually active with their daughters, and I believe them.”

“Are they all, like, just, online friends? Or do you know anyone where we live?”

She looked at me again, a twinkle in her eye. “What makes you ask that?”

“Well,” I grinned, “I was thinking if we could do something like they have in Vermont, how cool that would be. You know, like a club for moms and daughters or something. But not people from far away, people right where we live.”

“Yes, that would be nice.”

After that it was quiet again for a long time.

* * *

We had about a half hour wait before boarding our flight at the airport. Most of the travelers were either older people or business types. There were only a few families. Among them, though, was a very pretty blonde woman, maybe about 30, with two cute daughters, around 9 and 7 years old. As far as I could tell, there was no dad with them. They attracted my attention right away, of course, and my mother’s too. She took my hand and squeezed it as we looked at the appealing little family.

The younger daughter, active and energetic, was in a darling dress, pastel pink and very short, with two rows of white buttons down the front and a white belt around the waist. She was a blonde with curly hair, a lot like Molly’s. Her big sister, whose hair was darker and straighter, wore a denim miniskirt along with tennis shoes and a long-sleeved t-shirt. She seemed more quiet and pensive. Their attractive mother was dressed in tan slacks and a blue v-neck sweater, both very tight-fitting, showing off her splendid figure.

I got on my knees in the seat, leaning close to my mom, and asked, “Which one would you want first? The younger girl, the older one, or their mommy?”

Shifting her view away from them, toward me, she whispered, “Why not all three at the same time? Along with you and Kate and Molly, of course.”

“God, yeah… that would be so awesome.” It was exciting to picture us in bed with them, two naked women and five naked girls, exploring each other’s bodies. I could feel my pussy getting wet.

I’d hoped that when we got on the plane we might be sitting close to the pretty mom and her daughters, but they ended up in the back while we were near the front. There were three seats in the row on our side, with the third seat left unoccupied. I sat by the window and my mom sat on the aisle. We held hands as the jet accelerated down the runway and then lifted into the air.

That sexy image of me and my sisters and my mother fooling around with the young family we’d been ogling was really turning me on. I squeezed my thighs together, stimulating my clit. As soon the fasten seatbelt sign was turned off, I changed seats, moving into the middle one next to my mom. I held her arm and brought my lips to her ear.

“I love seeing you with little girls, Mommy. Like with Laura, or maybe with that girl we just saw, the younger one. How old do you think she was?”

“Probably, I don’t know, 7 or so?”

“Yeah. She was cute. Wouldn’t you like to get her naked, and then lick her all over?”

“Mmm, yes, of course I would.” My mother crossed her legs, placing one knee over the other. She was in a short pleated skirt, navy blue. I saw her clench her thighs together, as I had done. She lifted my hand to my mouth and gently kissed my fingers.

“Do you like licking little girls?” I asked. “Tasting their pussies?”

“Julie, honey,” she warned, with a smile, “you really shouldn’t be saying things like that, not here, in public.”

“I know, but I can’t help it. You’re so sexy and I love seeing you with little girls.”

“Yes, but…” she gave me a half-serious frown. “Let’s talk about it sometime later, not now.”

I could tell my mom was just as turned on as I was. I really enjoyed teasing her this way.

Looking across the aisle, I saw that the only other person in our row, a heavyset older woman traveling alone, had her seat pushed back and her eyes closed. She appeared to be asleep. The flight attendants were busy at the back of the plane, getting the refreshment carts ready or something. No one would see what I was going to do next.

My mother was wearing a white blouse with long sleeves. It was partially sheer. A lacy feminine camisole was visible beneath the blouse. She didn’t have a bra on that day, so her stiff nipples stood out plainly. I put my hand over her breast, squeezing it and pinching the nipple.

“Stop that! You’re being very bad,” she glared, quickly taking my hand away.

I giggled. “Okay, I’ll stop. For now, anyway.”

After a few seconds I said, “I need to use the restroom.” I got up and slid past her into the aisle, walking to the tiny lavatory at the front of the plane. When I returned, I was no longer wearing any panties. They were tucked into a pocket of my dress.

Sitting down again, I reached into my backpack and took out a paperback novel I’d brought along. I opened it, and as I pretended to read, casually crossed my own legs. Unlike my mom, however, I did not put one knee over the other. I laid my ankle on my knee, letting my red dress slide halfway up my bare thigh.

I noticed my mother looking at me, at my legs. Turning a page in the book, I ‘accidentally’ pulled my dress up even further, almost to the top of my thighs. You couldn’t quite see my crotch yet, not quite. I waited for a minute, pretending to read, then turned another page.

Mommy put her hand on my thigh, leaving it there. To someone who didn’t know about us, it might have appeared completely innocent: a mother affectionately resting her hand on her young daughter’s leg, nothing unusual about that. But I felt a slight pressure in her touch, a meaningful squeeze. She wanted me.

“It’s kind of cold in here,” I said softly. Uncrossing my legs, I took one of the small blankets provided by the airline and arranged it over my lap. I opened another blanket and placed it over my mom’s lap. Now our hands could go where they wanted, unseen.

I picked up my paperback and held it open again with one hand as though I was reading. I put my other hand under the blankets, laying it over my mother’s hand which was still resting on my thigh. Very, very slowly, I eased her fingers upward and inward, sliding them over my bare skin, gradually bringing them closer to my crotch.

She was starting to breathe faster. I felt her fingers trembling beneath mine. I looked up at her face. Her head was leaning back against the headrest. Her eyes were closed. It looked almost as if she was napping. But I saw her licking her lips, and I could tell, the way her chest rose and fell, that she was very aroused.

I moved slightly forward in the seat, spreading my legs farther apart. I eased my mom’s hand in just a little more, and then she was touching me. For a moment, I thought she might pull away, might decide this game had gone far enough. But she didn’t. She let her fingers caress my pussy lips beneath the blanket. I was wet and slippery. It was easy for her to slide a finger between my lips, to find my swollen clit.

In spite of myself, I groaned, arching my back. My mother opened her eyes and looked down at me, giving a slight shake of her head, cautioning me to be quiet. But she left her fingers where they were.

It was hard for me to keep still as I mimed reading my novel. Mommy’s finger pressed in on my clit, gliding up and down over it, really just the tiniest of motions but enough to get me tremendously excited.

I looked at my mother’s chest. I wanted to open her blouse, pull up her camisole, start sucking her hard nipples. Right here in the plane, in front of everyone, I wanted to have lesbian sex with my mom.

Coming up the aisle from behind us, a flight attendant with a cart was getting closer. She was about three rows away now. My mother kept rubbing me, masturbating me. Her eyes met mine, a smoky look, showing her lust. She licked her lips. God, she was so hot!

The attendant came to the row just behind ours. Mommy rubbed my clit harder and faster. I was quivering, panting, almost there. Could I actually climax, really have an orgasm with all these passengers around us, a flight attendant only a few feet away?

At the last second, just before I came and just before the woman in the airline uniform pulled her cart up to our row, looking down at us and smiling, my mom removed her hand from my pussy and out from under the blanket, lifting it to her mouth. She quickly sucked on her middle finger, the one that had been rubbing my clit, and then, just as the flight attendant turned to us, my mother took her hand from her mouth and laid it in her lap, underneath her other hand. She smiled at the attendant.

My mom had coffee and I had a Coke. Later we ate some little snacks that they brought, just cashews and pretzels and things like that. Before long, the plane was heading down, and then we were at the airport, back to our own car, and on our way home. Mommy used her cell phone to call Grandpa Ray, letting him know when we’d arrive, asking how my sisters were and how everything had gone. Apparently it was all fine.

At around 5:30, we pulled into our driveway. Molly came running out the front door to greet us, Kate not far behind. We hot big hugs from them and from my grandparents as well. After we took our bags inside and up to our rooms, Grandpa Ray said he wanted to treat us all to dinner. He did, except once again we went to that horrid buffet place where he always took us.

But I guess that was okay. It didn’t take very long, at least, and when we were done, they said goodbye to us in the parking lot and started their three-hour drive home. I was glad they weren’t staying any longer.

* * *

As I was unpacking that night, Kate came into my room. She sat down on my bed, grinning at me. “Did you guys have fun? Did you get laid?”

I chuckled and felt my face reddening. But I nodded, “Yeah, we did. And yeah, I did.”

“Really?”

My sister bounced up onto her knees on the bed. She was barefoot, wearing shorts and a tight tank top with no bra. At dinner, she’d had another shirt over the tank top, but now you could clearly see her little button nipples poking through the thin fabric.

“Tell me all about it!”

“Well, um, okay.”

Inside my suitcase, I discovered two pairs of undies that didn’t belong to me. They were from Brandi and Emma. I smiled as I lifted them out, holding them up to look at them.

“Know what these are?” I asked Kate.

“Duh. Panties.”

“Yeah, but they’re not mine. You’ll never guess where I got them.”

“Really? Whose are they?”

“Well, these,” I began, brandishing the pair that had belonged to Emma, “are from a woman I met in Vermont, a woman I had sex with. I licked her pussy and she licked mine. Her name was Emma.”

“No fooling?”

“No fooling. She was so hot, Kate, a redhead with nice legs and such a pretty pussy. God, I loved licking her.”

“No way. No way. Are you telling me the truth, Julie?”

“Yes, I really am,” I giggled. I held up the other pair of undies. “And these are from Emma’s daughter, Brandi. She was 12 years old, like me. I licked her too.”

“Oh man, no way!” Kate exclaimed.

Sitting beside her on the bed, taking her hands in mine, I gushed, “Katie, it was so so totally great. They had this big party for us, all these, I mean —” and then I hesitated “— well, maybe we should tell you together, both me and Mommy. I want to make sure it’s okay.”

She grabbed my shoulders, shaking me. Her eyes were wild. “No, tell me now! I want to hear it!”

Just then our mother came to the room.

“You want to hear what?” she smiled, leaning against the door jamb, crossing her arms and her ankles.

We looked at her. She was so sexy in her heels, her short pleated skirt, her white blouse.

Kate frowned. “Julie’s being mean. She won’t tell me what you guys did. About a party or something.”

“Oh, okay,” Mommy nodded. “We did agree that we would tell you about it. But I’m sure Julie’s not trying to be mean. She just wants to be careful not to say anything I wouldn’t want her to say.”

“That’s right,” I confirmed.

My sister was still frowning. “I know, but…”

Looking at her watch, Mommy said, “Let me get Molly into bed first, okay? You finish unpacking, Julie, and then, about 9:00, why don’t you two come to my room and we can have a nice conversation about our trip. We can’t stay up too late, there’s school tomorrow, but we’ll let you know what we did. All right, Katie?”

“Sure, okay,” Kate nodded. “I’m sorry for getting upset.”

Our mother stepped over to the bed. Putting her hand under Kate’s chin, she raised her face and kissed her on the lips. “It’s all right, pumpkin, I understand,” she smiled.

As she turned and headed for the door, she said over her shoulder. “You guys get ready for bed now too. And I’ll see you at 9:00.”

* * *

A half hour later, Kate and I entered our mother’s room, hand in hand, shutting the door behind us. We were both wearing big t-shirts and we’d decided together not to have any undies on, just in case things got fun.

Mommy wasn’t in her bedroom, but the light was on in her bathroom, and through the open door we could hear water running in the sink. She was probably washing her face or brushing her teeth or something like that. We sat on the bed and waited for her.

When she came striding in from the bathroom, she was completely naked. Such a beautiful woman, with an amazing body — long legs, trim waist, nice round boobs, and a gorgeous face. We were so lucky!

“Hey, kiddos!” she smiled. “Right on time, huh?”

We nodded.

“Okay, hop in bed. Take off your shirts, though, because I want to be able to look at you when we talk about all this stuff.”

Kate grinned at me. Giggling, we quickly stripped off our t-shirts and dropped them on the floor, then climbed into her bed.

Mommy went to her vanity and picked up a bottle of perfume. She sprayed a little on her neck, on her breasts, in her pubic hair. It was my favorite perfume, the one that always made me think sexy thoughts about her. Then she got in bed with us, taking a spot in the middle.

We were sitting up, leaning on pillows against the headboard, the covers at about the top of our thighs, leaving our pussies exposed. Our mother looked back and forth at us, a huge smile on her face. “Girls, I am so happy. I feel just great. How about you? Everything okay?”

“Yeah, awesome,” I nodded.

“Sure, I feel fine,” Kate agreed. “But you guys must have had a really good time on your trip. You’re both just like, I don’t know, flying high or something.”

“Well, we did get pretty high on Saturday night,” Mommy laughed, “didn’t we, Julie?”

“Yeah, we did,” I giggled.

“What do you mean?” Kate frowned. “Tell me.”

“Okay, I’m sorry,” our mother patted her thigh, then leaned over and gave her a kiss on the cheek. “No more secrets. We’ll tell you about everything we did, all right? Everything you want to know. It might take a while, though, because, well, we did a lot. If we run out of time tonight, we can continue tomorrow night. But I promise you, darling, we won’t leave anything out. We’ll tell you whatever it is you want to know.”

My sister seemed satisfied with that.

“Katie girl, you know I love you, and Julie does too. In fact, we talked about you while we were away. She told me how much she cares about you, how close she feels to you. Didn’t you, honey?” she asked, turning to me.

“Um, yeah, I did. I, well, I told Mommy that I never wanted to keep secrets from you because we always tell each other everything. Because, like, we’re really close and stuff, and um, and because I really love you.”

“Aww…” Kate looked down at her hands, grinning bashfully.

“That’s nice,” our mother smiled, “it’s wonderful that you two are so close. It makes me very happy.”

She took a deep breath, and I did too. I loved the smell of her perfume. I loved being in bed with her. I loved seeing her bare breasts right in front of me. I loved her!

“All right, let’s start at the beginning,” Mommy said. “First, Kate, we didn’t go up to Vermont to visit a prep school. That was a lie I told to Grandpa Ray because I didn’t want him to know what our trip was really all about. I don’t like having to lie that way, but I couldn’t very well tell him and Grandma June that we, that Julie and I, were going away for a romantic weekend together. That certainly wouldn’t fly.”

Kate giggled, and I did too. It seemed obvious to me that she’d realized all along the school story was just a pretense.

“And I felt bad about not telling you in advance where we were going, Katie, or what we were doing, but I just didn’t want to take any chances. I’m sorry it had to be that way, that I had to deceive you. Are you angry with me?”

My sister shook her head. “No, it’s okay. I get it. I sorta knew that, anyway.”

“Yes, you’re way too smart. I might be able to fool the old folks, but I can’t fool you.”

Kate grinned, looking down at her hands again.

“You are so adorable,” Mommy smiled.

She surprised me then by suddenly leaning over and grabbing my sister, actually lifting her up and pulling her over until she was lying between us, on her back. Kate looked as startled as I was.

Our mother got on top of her, taking her face in her hands and kissing her mouth. “Oh, Katie, Katie girl, I love you so much,” she murmured between kisses. After a few seconds, Kate responded, closing her eyes and parting her lips, letting Mommy kiss her deeply and passionately.

It was turning me on to watch them kissing that way. I didn’t feel jealous at all. I loved my sister, and I wanted her sexually, and I knew my mom had the same kinds of feelings I did. I knew they both wanted me too, and loved me. There was plenty of love and lust to go around, more than enough for the three of us to share. I put my hand between my legs, rubbing myself as I watched them.

Finally Mommy finished kissing her. She slid off to the other side, leaving Kate in the middle. She put her hand over my sister’s breast, playing with her nipple.

“Do you know how much I love you, Katie? How much I missed you?” she asked in a low, throaty voice.

“Well, um…” my sister didn’t seem to know quite what to say.

“How much we both missed you?”

My mom reached across and took my hand, placing it over Kate’s other breast, the one she wasn’t fondling. I squeezed Katie’s little tit, feeling the hard nipple between my fingers.

After kissing her again, Mommy said, “I love you so much. You make me very, very excited.” She glanced up at me. “Both of you make me excited. And Molly does too.”

Kate’s eyes widened.

I watched my mother kiss Kate softly on the lips, before lightly licking them, just around the edges, making my sister shiver with arousal.

“Yes, I want your baby sister,” she whispered, “I want her the same way I want the two of you. And I’m going to have her. We all three will. I’ve decided that’s definitely what we should do.”

“Really?” Kate sighed.

“Uh-huh,” Mommy nodded. “I don’t know how soon we’ll do that, with Molly, but soon. There’s really no reason to wait.”

I had one hand on Kate’s tit, but the other was between my legs, stroking my pussy. I was very wet and very hot. I couldn’t wait to have sex with Molly — and now my mom was saying we didn’t have to wait!

“And, honey, about this weekend,” our mother continued, between kisses, “there’s one more thing I have to tell you. It’s about Julie, and me. About why we went up there together, just the two of us.”

She propped herself up on an elbow, drawing away from the intimate kissing for a short time while she explained this next part.

“It’s because your sister and I, Julie and me, have discovered that there’s something… something between us, something special, something sort of… romantic, I guess. Do you know what I mean?”

“Yeah,” Kate nodded. “I mean, I can tell. You guys are, like, gaga for each other.”

Mommy laughed. “Yes, gaga, that’s a good word for it.”

She gave her another quick kiss, and then added, “I’m glad you understand, and I’m glad you can see that there is something between us, something special going on. I didn’t plan it this way, but I’m very glad it’s happened. It makes me so happy.”

“I’m glad too,” Kate said.

“Are you?” Mommy asked.

“Well, yeah, because, um, because, like, I want you both to be happy. I mean, because I love you and stuff.”

“Oh, Katie,” our mother breathed. There were tears in her eyes. “I’m so glad you understand.”

She hugged her tightly then, and I could tell, by the way her shoulders were shaking, that she was sobbing. Whether it was from joy or from relief, or both, I’m not sure. But it seemed like she must have been worried that Kate might not respond the way she had.

As my mom ended the hug, wiping her eyes, she said, “Katie, darling, Katie darling girl, please know that this doesn’t mean I love you less than I love Julie. I couldn’t love you any more than I do, sweetheart. I love Julie the same as I love you, and I love Julie a little differently too. It’s, well, there is a romantic dimension between the two of us now. Something that wasn’t there before. It’s been coming on for a while, for a long time, actually, but now it’s bigger than it ever was. I’m in love with her, and I can’t deny that. But I don’t ever want you to think I don’t love you as much as I possibly can, Katie, as much as anyone could ever love anyone. Okay?”

“Of course, Mommy.” Now Kate was choked up too. She never got that way!

They hugged again, fiercely, both sobbing tears of joy. I’d stopped masturbating a few minutes earlier — what we were sharing seemed even better than sex, if that’s possible, or more important anyway — and now I fell on top of them, hugging them both, squeezing them, joining my sobs and my happy sighs and my kisses with theirs.

Two or three minutes of hugging and kissing and pledges of love and more kissing and hugging, and then we slowly began to settle down. But as our emotional overflow ended, our libidinous desires took over. The kisses that had been warm and affectionate soon became hot and passionate.

Tongues were going inside mouths, hands finding breasts and pinching nipples, legs opening and intertwining. Before long, if this kept up, we would be having sex all the way, nothing held back.

Just before it reached that point, however, our mother drew away, panting, “Kate, we were supposed to be having a conversation here…”

I couldn’t help myself. I started laughing, and my sister did too.

Mommy laughed with us. “Now it is a school night, so we can’t stay up too late. Either we can go ahead and tell you more about what we did on our trip, or we can put that off until tomorrow and spend the remaining time we have —”

She never completed her sentence. Kate grabbed her and pulled her down, kissing her mouth, insisting, “We can talk later. Right now I wanna do this.”

Wow! I had never seen my sister express her sexual desires so aggressively.

We made love that night, the three of us together, although we didn’t really go all the way. We did a whole lot of kissing and touching, our first orgasms coming from fingers rubbing clits, Mommy on Kate, then Mommy on me, then me and Kate together on Mommy. We kissed a lot more and Mommy got on top of Kate again and fucked her the way she’d fucked me on the night of the slumber party, tribbing with her until Kate climaxed. I masturbated as I watched them, bringing myself to another orgasm. It was getting pretty late by then, past the usual time for us to go to bed, but Mommy let us stay up a little while longer, enough time for me and Kate to suck each other’s nipples and finger each other’s pussies, both climaxing while Mommy watched us and masturbated.

After it was all over, our mother sent us back to our rooms, but not before giving us warm, wet kisses and promising Kate that the next night she and I would tell my sister everything she wanted to know about our trip to Vermont.

Continue on to Chapter 69

The Joy of Looking, Chapter 67

  • Posted on May 13, 2015 at 10:49 am

By Naughty Mommy

When I came out from the woman’s womb, or came back into consciousness, or whatever it was, my mom was sitting next to me. I was still on the floor, lying on my back. My face was covered with sticky moisture, Olympia’s juices mixed with Cassia’s and Delia’s. My mother had Laura on her lap. They were both naked, of course.

I propped myself up on my elbows. “Hi, Mommy.”

“Hi, sugar.”

I noticed that my mom had her hand between Laura’s legs, gently stroking the little girl’s vulva. Laura gazed at me, her huge liquid brown eyes so inviting. I felt as if I could dive inside them, get lost in there, just as I’d lost myself inside a middle-aged woman’s cunt a few minutes before.

“Are you having a good time?” my mother asked.

“Uh-huh, it’s great,” I giggled as I looked down my mom’s fingers, caressing the child’s pussy. “It looks like you’re having a good time too.”

“I am,” she smiled, “I think we all are.”

Then she turned to Laura, kissing the girl on the cheek. “How about you, precious? Having a fun time tonight?”

“Yep,” the little one grinned, moving her legs wider apart, offering my mother more room to touch her.

Mommy’s fingers moved slowly up and down over Laura’s slit. I knew just how good that felt. My mother had touched me many times that way. She had a lot of practice making young girls get excited. As I watched, she slid her fingers down further, teasing at the child’s asshole, then back up to her puffy labia. She pressed in a little harder and the pussy lips parted.

Turning back to me, my mother said, in a low voice, “Let’s lick her together, okay? I want to make her come, and I want you to do it with me.”

“Okay,” I nodded, sitting up all the way.

My mom put Laura on the floor, on her back, and gently pushed her little thighs open. Then she and I got down between the girl’s legs.

Around us, more sex was going on, although it was quieter now, less hurried and more subdued than at the peak of our frenzy a half hour or so earlier. Still, it was quite an arousing spectacle to see: everywhere you looked, naked women and girls kissing and touching each other, very often moms with daughters, or sisters with sisters.

My mother and I nestled in to enjoy Laura’s cunny. Mommy spread the child’s pussy lips with her fingers and we looked at her. Then we began licking, both of us together, our faces side by side, cheeks touching, tongues sometimes overlapping, eagerly licking the girl’s slit, her labia, the opening to her vagina, her tiny clit, even her rosy bunghole. We kissed and licked her everywhere, and we could sense that she was responding to our affection. She was breathing harder, her body twitching when we would find an especially sensitive spot. And as my mother inserted just the tip of her finger inside Laura’s little vagina and I fastened my mouth over her clit and sucked on it, she started panting and writhing and mewling. It appeared that she was getting close.

I heard other orgasms then. I didn’t look up, but I recognized several of the voices, the ones who seemed to have the loudest climaxes. I could definitely hear Diana coming, and Shelby too, and Olympia, and maybe Emma as well. There were probably more, but I couldn’t make them all out.

Meanwhile, 6-year-old Laura was about to have an orgasm as my mother and I licked her and fucked her. The girl was actually lifting her little bottom off the floor, raising her pussy to us. I glanced up at her face. It was bright red, set in a grimace, her eyes shut tight. She was gasping. I put my mouth back on her clit, sucked and licked some more, and then she came.

Something was proven to me that night. I discovered for a certainty that very young girls are indeed quite capable of having sexual climaxes. As I pondered that, it made me eager to get home to see what we could do with my sister Molly. She was 8 years old and surely she could have an orgasm just as easily as these other girls could, some of them even younger than she was.

After Laura finished coming, my mom and I lay down next to her, on either side, petting her, cooing to her, kissing her. She was still breathing hard, flushed red all over. I was very excited. I put my hand between my legs and started to masturbate as I kissed the child’s face, her chest, her little nipples.

But then someone interrupted me. It was Olympia.

She knelt beside me, touching my shoulder. “Julie? Suzanne?”

We both looked up.

“It’s getting late,” she said, “and some of the girls will have to go home soon. But before we end the party, would the two of you mind doing one more thing for us?”

“Certainly,” my mother smiled, “whatever you would like.”

So, we got up from the floor and everyone else did too, untangling arms and legs and mouths and pussies and rearranging themselves on chairs and sofas. Someone moved the coffee table back to the center of the room and someone else laid a soft blanket over it.

Olympia stood with my mom and me, holding our hands, waiting for the group to settle down. When it was quiet, she made another little speech.

“It would be most appropriate, I believe, to conclude our activities this evening by focusing once again on our very special guests. It is they we have come here to honor, to rejoice with. We have gathered to celebrate the sexual and romantic union of Julie and Suzanne.”

That got us another big round of applause. By now, I was used to it and it didn’t embarrass me as much as before. I was feeling far more comfortable and relaxed. The pot probably had something to do with that, not to mention the fact that I had just finished having sex with almost everyone who was clapping for me. We were on very intimate terms!

Olympia turned to face us. “Young lady, dear woman, would you please favor us now by making love for all of us to see?”

My mother bowed her head in assent, smiling broadly. I wasn’t sure what to do, so I just stood there. But then my mom asked me to lie down on my back on the coffee table. Aha, so that’s why they had put it there.

When I was in place, Mommy got on top of me. “I’m going to fuck you now, baby girl, while everyone watches us. Okay?”

“Okay,” I grinned.

The crowd gathered round. They left their seats and came to stand close to us. I looked up at the sea of faces, so many faces, so many different ages, blondes, brunettes, redheads, all female, of course, and all very excited by what they were about to see.

“Open your little pussy for me, baby,” my mother requested.

“All right.”

I reached under her and spread my pussy lips apart. My mom used her hand to pull back her own lips, and then she lowered herself onto me.

Our pussies were joined, our clits kissing.

She didn’t move very much at first. She settled in, her belly on my belly, her breasts on top of my breasts, her face just above mine. My legs were wide apart, my knees pulled up, opening myself for her. It was bright in the room, all the lights on, making it easy for everyone to see what was happening.

Mommy brought her lips to mine, kissing me tenderly. I heard sighs of pleasure around me. I closed my eyes while we were kissing, but when my mother pulled away, I opened them again. Glancing to either side, I saw many naked bodies, standing very close, pressing together. Every woman and every girl I could see was masturbating.

My mother kissed me again. This time her kiss was more insistent, harder, her tongue licking at my lips. I opened my mouth. We kissed deeply.

I felt her mound pressing against mine. She moved only very slightly, the same way I had done the night before when I was fucking her in our bed in the room above. And it was just so right, so perfect. My mom had found exactly the right spot, the tightest, warmest, most intimate point of contact between us, where only the tiniest movement would bring amazing pleasure to my clit and my pussy.

Already I was getting close. When she lifted her lips from mine for a moment, a strand of saliva briefly bridging the space between our mouths, I whispered, “Mommy, Mommy…”

Around us, more sighs and groans of libidinous arousal. It was very hot being in the center of that circle of feminine flesh. I was sweating, both from excitement and from the heat of all those bodies surrounding me.

Another wet kiss from my mom, her sex pressing down on mine a little harder, moving a little bit faster. I actually thought I could feel her clit rubbing over my clit. Maybe I only imagined it, or maybe I really could. It doesn’t matter, just the idea of it was enough to almost put me over the top.

I broke the kiss. “Mommy, I…”

“Are you ready, honey? Are you gonna come now for Mommy?”

“Uh-huh, I… I’m so close…”

My eyes were shut tight as I concentrated on the feelings, the sensations, the delirious pleasure of an orgasm swirling up from inside.

“Open your eyes, baby. Look at me.”

Slowly I opened them.

My beautiful mother was very close to me, her face poised just above mine. Around me was a blur of naked bodies, nearly twenty women and girls, all masturbating. An audience watching and enjoying our sexual performance. It suddenly struck me that this was the vision I’d seen before. Somehow I had known in advance that this would happen, and now it was.

“Julie, tell me you want me to fuck you.”

She needed my help. Just a little dirty talk from me to bring her the rest of the way. I was happy to do that for her.

“Mommy, please fuck me. I need you to fuck my little girl cunt. Fuck my pussy, Mommy, and make me come!”

That brought more excited sighs and groans and murmurs of appreciation from those around us. It sounded to me like several of the girls and women were getting very close to a climax themselves.

“You want Mommy to fuck you, little girl?”

“Uh-huh, fuck my little pussy, Mommy, fuck me with your cunt.” At this point, of course, I wasn’t play-acting at all. I badly wanted what I was asking for. “Please, Mommy, fuck me hard, make me come!”

Someone else was coming. I don’t know it was, maybe more than one, but definitely someone in the group surrounding us was having an orgasm.

Now it was time for me and my mom. I felt her body stiffen above me. Her movements became even more intense, more focused. Her eyes were open wide, her lips parted, and I heard that rhythmic pattern of panting and moaning that told me she was ready.

“Mommy, are you gonna come on me?”

“Yes, baby,” she nodded, licking her lips.

“I love you, Mommy.”

“Ohh, Julie…”

My mother sighed and put her mouth over mine, kissing me with such feeling, such passion, such fullness of love and lust that I thought I would burst.

And I did burst. I exploded into orgasm, my pussy pulsating, my body heaving beneath hers. I clapped my thighs around her, knitting my ankles over her bottom, pulling her cunt into mine. She continued kissing me, we kissed as deeply and wetly and for as long as we ever had. She came on me, I came under her, and we celebrated our mutual extended orgasm with a hot wet loving passionate kiss — and shared that celebration with an audience of sexy young girls and their moms and their lovers who were masturbating as they watched us.

* * *

That wasn’t quite the end of the party. One thing was left.

Mommy and I climaxed together, and several of the women and girls around us climaxed at almost the same time. After my mom gave me one more wonderful long kiss and told me how very much she loved me, she got up from the coffee table. I started to sit up too, but a gentle hand on the shoulder stopped me.

Olympia said, “Julie, dear, we would like to give you one more little treat now, one more token of our esteem for you. It would make us very happy if you would accept it. We would all enjoy it, and I believe you would too.”

“What is it?” I asked, puzzled.

Cassia handed her mother a small glass bottle filled with a viscous golden liquid. It looked like it might contain body oil or something.

“We would like to massage you, my dear, all of us. This is how we will complete the celebration tonight, giving you our warmest welcome into the extended family of women who love young girls and young girls who love women.” As she said this, she poured a bit of the oil into her hand. “Will you allow us to do this with you?”

“Um, all of you? At once?”

“That’s right, darling.” Olympia gave the bottle to Logan, who was next to her, and Logan poured some oil into her own palm, then passed the bottle to Diana.

Gazing around at the sea of faces above me, the ocean of naked female bodies surrounding me, I felt a thrill of excitement. All these lovely women and girls, waiting to touch me!

I caught my mom’s eye. She winked at me, blowing me a little kiss. Was this something else she had arranged, knowing I had a fantasy about it? Or was it only coincidence? Either way, it was awesome.

Looking up at Olympia, I grinned, “Yes, thank you, I would like that. It sounds nice.”

“Very well. Why don’t you turn over on your stomach first…”

“Oh, okay.”

Still feeling in a dreamy haze from the marijuana, I turned and laid my nude young body on the blanket atop the coffee table, resting my head on my hands, my eyes closed, my senses attuned to what was about to follow.

Within moments I felt warm hands beginning to touch me, first two, then four, then I don’t know how many — I hadn’t yet added up all who were there that night, but it must have been at least thirty oiled hands eagerly massaging me. Just think of it!

All those hands, caressing me, rubbing me, reaching everywhere, covering every square inch of my exposed skin, stroking my feet, my legs, my thighs, my bottom, sliding inside my crack, finding my pussy, probing, stroking, hands on my back, my neck, my shoulders, my arms, holding my hands in theirs, massaging my fingers, my wrists, my palms, I’m floating now in a nirvana of sensual satisfaction, oiled hands sliding under me, on my breasts, on my nipples, all those hands, so many hands touching me, touching me everywhere, my skin oiled, slick, warm, the hands, the fingers, going everywhere, reaching in, touching, caressing, probing, deeper, so many hands, girls, women, every age, wanting me, touching me, taking me, having me, hands and fingers playing with my nipples, my pussy, going inside me, fucking me now in my bottom too, in my anus, oiled fingers finding that hole as well, penetrating everywhere, hands on my clit, hands in my cunt, hands in my ass, hands all over me, I —

“—OHHH FUCK—” I groaned as a tremendous spasm jolted my body.

I climaxed loudly, violently, gushingly, exquisitely.

In my cannabis high, my eyes still closed, floating in a dream, held, suspended, massaged, taken, possessed by dozens of female hands, I am their plaything now, their toy. They do what they want with me and I willingly surrender, give myself to them, let them take me, have me, I’m open to anything, my mind and my body given over completely. In return I receive an orgasm to end all orgasms. It goes on forever, never ending, wave after shuddering wave coursing through me. I am sex, I am heat, I am liquid, melted, that’s all I am, sex, and it’s all I ever want to be.

Many hands lift me, gently, so gently they all lift me and turn me, turning me onto my back, laying me down again, holding my arms out, my legs out, spreading me open for everyone to see, for all to touch, for all to take and to have. More warm oil, more hands and fingers on me, massaging me, caressing me, stroking my nipples, running up my legs, over my pussy lips, all those fingers going everywhere, touching me. My eyes are closed but my body is open, I am loose, free, exposed, unafraid, these women and girls love me, they love who I am and what I have, they want me and I give myself to them. They take my cunt, my ass, my clit, my breasts, and now in my mouth, a tongue, I am kissed, sucked, more than one, many girls and women in my mouth, licking, sucking, kissing, on my tits too, not only fingers but mouths, lips, and tongues, sucking my nipples, hands and mouths everywhere, in my pussy, in my ass, licking me, bringing me again.

Another volcanic orgasm, made all the more intense by the fact that my body is not mine. I cannot put my hands on my pussy as I usually would do, cannot bring my thighs together because my arms are held out, my legs spread and extended. I am fully open and I am coming, gushing again. I know I am gushing, I feel hot liquids pouring from me, and I feel tongues licking, mouths swallowing. I climax repeatedly, over and over, more gushing, more screaming, I am screaming now with tongues in my ass, fingers in my vagina, mouths sucking my clit, I come, I cry, I shudder, I…
Slowly it goes away. Slowly the pulsing recedes, the tremors resolve, my breath begins to return, loving hands caress me gently one last time and then are withdrawn. I am resting.

I can hear voices, movements. I haven’t opened my eyes yet, not for a long time. But it sounds to me as if people are trying to find their clothes, maybe getting dressed again. The party must be coming to an end.

At last, I take a deep breath, attempt to sit up, my eyelids fluttering.

Someone is there to help me, guiding me, warmly taking me into her arms, holding me. It’s my mom, of course, my wonderful devoted mother. I feel so lucky, so happy. I’m still in a bit of a dizzy fog, whether from the pot or from so many orgasms or both, I don’t know, but I turn to her, I find her face, and I smile. We kiss.
Sitting naked on the coffee table, quietly resting, we received friendly goodbye kisses from all the moms and all their daughters, along with expressions of gratitude and sincere promises to stay in touch. Emma and Brandi made sure to give me their panties, which I’d meant to keep but somehow had left somewhere. That made me glad.

Not everyone left. Logan and Diana lived far away, as we did, so they were spending the night at the inn. Shannon and her daughters didn’t want to make the long drive that night back to their house, and they stayed too. But all the others eventually got into their cars and drove off. Then my mom and I gathered up our clothes and went up the stairs to our room, naked, her arm around my waist, my head on her shoulder.

We fell into bed and slept a while, until I awoke and wanted to thank her, wanted to tell my mother how happy I was and how much I loved her.

I climbed on top of her warm body in the dark, kissing her, waking her. She returned my kisses, we whispered our love, I fondled her breasts and played with her nipples. Mommy slid her hand between my legs as I lay on top of her. We kissed, she masturbated me, I came one more time. We kissed some more and then I eased off to the side, taking her nipple into my mouth, sucking like a baby, curling up next to her, one of her loving arms enclosing me, the other reaching between her own legs where she caressed her pussy until she climaxed as I sucked her tit.

After that we slept, really slept this time, the whole night through.

Continue on to Chapter 68

The Joy of Looking, Chapter 66

  • Posted on May 13, 2015 at 10:26 am

By Naughty Mommy

I got down on the floor, behind my mother, still rubbing myself. I was between 6-year-old Laura’s legs now, looking at her naked pussy. I badly wanted to make myself come, and I also wanted to come on someone.

As wet as I was, as turned on as I was, after I’d been masturbating all this time and seeing all the hot things I’d seen, I was certain I could come almost immediately if I wanted to. I was that close.

Kneeling, straddling one of Laura’s little thighs, I slid forward until my vulva was pressing against hers. I took her other leg in my arms, holding it up, pulling it tightly to me.

I was going to fuck her. I didn’t know if I could make her come, I actually doubted it, but I was definitely going to come on her. I was going to fuck this little girl with my cunt and climax on top of her.

The idea alone was nearly enough to make me come all by itself. I looked down at my pussy, at my lips, which were shiny with moisture, pressed up against the child’s crotch. I began to move on her, watching as my labia rubbed over hers. As I slid slowly back and forth, I saw my pussy lips opening and then my clit was rubbing directly against the girl’s smooth pussy. It felt so amazing, so soft and wet, so hot and nasty!

“Ooh, fuck, yeah!” That was my mom. She was kneeling over Laura’s pretty face, fucking herself with her fingers. It sounded like she was almost ready to come.

I looked down at my pussy again as I rubbed it back and forth on Laura’s puffy labia, and then I heard another loud moan. It was Katherine, holding Chrissy’s head in her hands, pulling her little girl’s mouth against her cunt. She was watching me, watching what I was doing, watching while I fucked her even younger daughter’s pussy with my pussy.

Katherine’s face was red, her eyes hooded, her lips parted. She was breathing hard, trembling, panting, obviously very close. And I noticed something else too. Chrissy had a hand between her own legs. The 7-year-old was masturbating as she licked her mother’s pussy.

Chrissy was right next to me, near enough that if I wanted to touch her, I could. And I did want to.

Still rubbing myself on Laura, holding her little leg up against me with one hand, I reached my other hand over to feel Chrissy’s small bottom. So smooth and white and soft, so very young. Not a woman’s bottom at all, not even a teenager’s, just a child’s.

I let my hand slide inside her crack, and then further down until I could feel her fingers on her vulva. I pressed in forcefully, pushing her fingers aside, sliding my hand right in between her pussy lips, feeling how hot she was inside, feeling her wetness. The little girl was definitely very wet and juicy. She stroked her clit while I rubbed my fingers between her lips.

Katherine was watching what I was doing. She saw me fucking Laura’s pussy, and now she saw me rubbing Chrissy’s pussy with my hand. I caught her eye. She smiled at me, nodding, licking her lips. It made her very excited to see another girl playing sexual games with her young daughters.

“Oh goddamn!! Now, baby, now!!!”

My mom was climaxing on Laura’s face. I pressed my pussy harder against the child’s labia, moving faster. I was very close.

“Ah! Ah! Ooh!!”

That was Katherine. Her eyes were shut tightly now. She was coming in her daughter’s mouth.

I felt my own orgasm beginning, that swirling, pulsing, throbbing, rising pressure within me. At the last second, just before I erupted, I tried to find Chrissy’s hole with my finger, her little immature vagina. I found it, easing the tip of my finger inside her. I was fucking a 7-year-old girl with my finger!

I climaxed.

Things started happening fast then.

As I regained my senses following my orgasm, I heard a loud squeal. It was coming from the sofa in front of me, where little Shelby was riding her mommy’s mouth with her pussy — it looked like she was coming on her face! I’d wondered if a girl as young as Shelby would be able to have an orgasm that way, but evidently it was possible.

At almost the same time, passionate moaning from the other side of the room told me that Diana was climaxing as her mom, Logan, fucked her, pussy to pussy, the way I’d told them to — and it sounded like Logan might be getting very close to her orgasm as well.

It seemed to be contagious: when one girl or woman reached climax, the carnal excitement quickly spread to those around her. Behind me, I head Emma starting to come as her daughter Brandi licked her. On the sofa next to them, Nicole was climaxing, crying out as she fucked herself with her fingers while she watched her daughters tribbing on the floor in front of her. Across the room, Delia and Cassia were making noises that told me at least one of them was reaching orgasm, and maybe both of them together.

All of this took place within a matter of seconds, far faster than the time it’s taken you to read these paragraphs. It was rapid-fire, one right after the other, a climax of climaxes! It took my breath away, literally took my breath away.

For a moment or two, as the reality of where I was and what we were doing fully hit me, I actually felt light-headed. It was utterly stunning to see all this happening — moms eating their daughters, sisters fucking each other, girls as young as first or second grade having hot lesbian sex — and I was right in the middle of it!

I took a deep breath and the dizziness receded — but then I became possessed with an almost unbearable amount of lust, excitement, and desire. I wanted to fuck every single woman and girl in that room, all eighteen of them, and have them fuck me. I wanted to have my finger inside every hole, my tongue in every vagina. I wanted every cunt spread wide and shoved up against my face, every girl or woman there coming in my mouth, from the 50-year-old down to the 6-year-old.

My mom got some face action with the 6-year-old before I did. Right after she finished bringing herself to orgasm by masturbating on top of the girl, her womanly cunt only inches from Laura’s mouth, she took the child’s head in her hands and pulled her face against her.

I could hear her saying, “Yes, baby, kiss me, lick me, taste me, oh fuck that’s so good, that’s so good, come on, little girl, sweet little girl, lick me now, right there, right there, uh-huh, oh fuck yeah, fuck yeah, ooh, suck my clit, uh-huh, suck my clit, little girl, oh fuck yeah, suck it, suck it, goddammit Laura, goddammit little girl, I’m gonna come on you again!! OH FUCK!!”

My mother was coming very quickly again in Laura’s face, this time in her mouth as the child licked her pussy.

Meanwhile, I still had my hand between 7-year-old Chrissy’s legs, my finger actually up inside her tight little vagina. The whole time that I’d been climaxing, I’d kept wriggling my finger inside her, feeling it slip in a little deeper and a little deeper.

Now I was ready for a taste of that young girl’s pussy.

Chrissy was still gently licking her mom, finishing up the last of her juices after Katherine’s climax. I slid my finger out of the girl and tasted her. She had a very pleasant flavor, soft and slightly sweet. I wanted more of it, a lot more.

My heart was beating fast as I slid off Laura and lay on my back on the floor, positioning my face beneath Chrissy. Grasping her little bottom in my hands, I pulled her pussy down on top of me. Oh, how nice that was — her sweet, hairless, still pre-pubescent pussy right there in front of my face. I used my fingers to part her lips, and then I put my tongue inside her slit, licking her.

I was eating the pussy of a 7-year-old girl!!

This was incredibly exciting to me, almost unbelievably hot, and apparently Katherine, the girl’s mother, was excited by it as I was. Because as soon as I started eating Chrissy, Katherine jumped out of her chair and knelt between my legs, pushing them apart, eagerly licking my pussy.

Oh my god, what an adventure this was — only the night before, I’d had sex for the first time ever with a woman, with my mom, and now here I was the very next night, with my tongue inside the vagina of a young girl while her mother was licking me!

While I was lapping at Chrissy’s little vagina and sucking on her clit, next to us on the floor something else was going on. Nicole seemed just as overcome with lust as me. She was kneeling on top of Leslie, rubbing her own clit very fast, masturbating and talking dirty to her teenage daughter, getting ready to come on her. Right beside them, Mindy was tribbing with Tina, fucking her little sister while they both watched their mom rub her pussy in front of Leslie’s face — a whole family in love with lesbian incest!

And there was more. Over to my left, Cindy and Shelby were down on the floor too. They were in a ‘69’ position, sisters 8 years old and 10 years old, licking each other’s little pussies. Next to them on the sofa, Olympia had descended on their mother, Shannon, and was greedily sucking and fingering the woman’s cunt. I couldn’t see all the other things that were happening — I was too consumed with licking Chrissy — but I’m sure every person in the room was deeply involved with a partner, or at least rubbing their own pussies to climax.

Above me, Chrissy was moaning, panting, almost sobbing as I licked and sucked her clit. She kept sliding her smooth little mound back and forth over my tongue, and it seemed to me that she was getting very close to an orgasm. A 7-year-old girl was going to come in my mouth!!

I was getting pretty close myself, with Katherine aggressively sucking my clit and now sliding a finger up inside me. I paused in eating Chrissy for just a second, replacing my tongue with my hand, so I could look down and take in the sight of her beautiful mother’s face between my legs. And that was when I discovered something else. While Katherine was licking me, her own little daughter, Laura, was on the floor beneath her, licking her mommy’s cunt. But that’s not all, because my own mom had mounted Laura. She was rubbing her pussy against the little girl’s mound, fucking her the way I had a few minutes earlier.

It was just so incredible, so deliciously hot and dirty. Moms and daughters, licking and fucking each other! As I felt the stirring in my belly that told me an orgasm was near, I moaned and put my mouth back on Chrissy’s vulva, tonguing her, sucking her, eating her — and within seconds she was climaxing.

Oh my god, that was unbelievably hot. This little kid, a second grade girl, was coming on my face! I tasted her juices, licking them and swallowing them as she cried out, pressing her hot young pussy into my mouth.

A moment later I was coming, climaxing while Katherine sucked my clit and fucked me with her finger. I lost track of things for a minute or two after that, but I’m pretty sure Katherine had an orgasm as well, in Laura’s mouth, and I’m certain my mom made herself come while she fucked the little girl’s pussy. Maybe Laura came too then, but I don’t really know.

Slowly we disentangled ourselves from each other, a collection of five girls and women from age 6 to age 32 with naked sweaty bodies and wet sloppy mouths… and we began hugging and kissing, a nice group grope, all of us moaning and touching and kissing and licking… while next to us on the floor Nicole was now in a ‘69’ with Leslie, mom and daughter hungrily exploring each other’s pussies… the other sisters, Mindy and Tina were also in a ‘69’, side by side, two young brunettes, 12 and 11, licking each other… not far from them, pretty Diana was on top of little Shelby, masturbating in her face as she talked dirty to her… while behind Diana, her mom, Logan, was lying on the floor with her mouth between Shelby’s legs, eating the girl.

When I’d pulled briefly away from our group hug so I could get to my feet and check out what else was happening, that gave Laura and Chrissy the opportunity to focus on one another, something the young sisters evidently enjoyed. They were sitting on the floor and kissing, pulling each other close, their thighs overlapping, little pussies pressing together. My mom and Katherine were really going at it now too, frantically grabbing each other’s hot bodies, talking dirty and kissing wetly. Soon they were in a ‘69’ with my mother on top. Then I watched, amazed, as Chrissy and Laura quickly followed their example, with Chrissy pulling Laura down on top of her and the girls beginning to lick each other’s tiny pussies.

Turning around again, I found myself next to Brandi. The last time I’d seen her, she was eating her mother’s cunt. Now she was standing beside me, masturbating, as she looked around the room at everything that was going on.

“This is so great, isn’t it?” I asked her as I rubbed my own clit.

“Yeah… god, I really love it…”

Our hosts were approaching us. Olympia was between her daughters, Cassia and Delia, holding their hands. Cassia, in turn, held Shannon by the hand, pulling her along.

“Girls,” said Olympia, “I’d like all of us to have some fun with you.”

They got Emma up from her chair as well, and then the whole group arranged ourselves on the floor, pushing the coffee table away to make enough room. We ended up with Olympia licking Emma, and Emma licking Delia, and Delia licking Shannon, and Shannon licking Cassia, and Cassia licking me, while I was licking Brandi, and Brandi was licking Olympia!

It took a while for everyone to come, maybe fifteen minutes, but we remained that way, lying in a circle, licking and sucking and fingering each other’s pussies until all seven of us had climaxed at least one time. It was so much fun! I had two orgasms with Cassia eating me, and I think I was able to give Brandi two as well, although it was kind of hard to keep track with all that moaning and sucking and climaxing and so much fragrant pussy juice all around me.

After that, we took a little break. Our incestuous lesbian orgy had been going on for more than two hours by that point. Cassia and Delia opened a cabinet and took out a couple of bottles of cognac, handing around snifters to all the women and to any of the girls who wanted to try some. I took a glass but only drank a little. It was so strong!

We ate more of the cookies and brownies, and some of the kids had Cokes — and then something else happened. Two of the women, Logan and Emma, got out these pipes and bags of stuff that I quickly realized was marijuana. They lit the pipes up and started smoking. The pipes were passed around from woman to woman. Some of the girls, including Leslie, Mindy, and Tina, all took puffs. My mom came over to me, putting her hand on my shoulder and kissing my cheek.

“Do you want to try some, honey?”

“What is it?” I asked, even though I knew.

“It’s cannabis, marijuana, pot. You’ll probably like it, although it might make you cough at first. You don’t have to try it if you don’t want to.”

“No, I think I do.”

I liked the smell a lot. I wondered if it would taste as good when I smoked it. One of the pipes was coming closer, so I soon would have the opportunity to find out.

“Um, what happens?” I asked. “Does it make you hallucinate?”

My mother chuckled, “No, not really. But it should relax you and make everything seem sort of dreamy and hazy. It’s nice. I like how it feels. But as I said, you don’t have to do it if you’d rather not.”

Katherine passed the pipe to my mom, along with a lighter. Mommy lit the flame and held it over the bowl of the pipe, taking a long suck. I saw her holding the smoke inside, coughing just a little, then slowly letting it out.

She turned to me, her eyebrows raised, asking if I wanted some.

“Okay,” I nodded. I took the pipe. My mother lit the flame again and held it over the bowl, and I sucked in some of the smoke.

It was really harsh! It made me start coughing immediately and I wasn’t able to hold the smoke in at all, the way I’d heard you were supposed to.

Laughing, my mom gave me a hug. “Here, baby, try it again. The second time is easier than the first.”

This time I sucked the smoke in a little more slowly. I was able to fill my lungs maybe halfway before I started coughing again. We passed the pipe along to Shannon, who shared it with Cindy and Shelby.

I hadn’t had very much to smoke, but within only a minute or two I began to feel the effects. Things got sort of echoey and my fingers and toes were tingling. It felt like I was floating above the floor a little bit, almost hovering but not really, more like I was outside of time and space, looking in at everyone else.

“Come here, sweetie. Lick my pussy.”

It was Nicole’s voice. I turned, dreamily, to find her sitting on a sofa in front of me, her legs spread wide apart. She was holding her pussy lips open with one hand and rubbing the fingers of her other hand inside her pink center.

“Lick my pussy, Julie. I want you to eat me and make me come in your mouth while my daughters watch.”

When she said that, I realized that her daughters were there with her, Leslie on one side, Mindy and Tina on the other, squished in together. They were all naked, of course, and all of them were masturbating as they looked at me.

I would definitely love to eat your pussy, I thought to myself. Yours and your daughters’ along with everyone else’s in the room, or any other woman or girl in the world, in fact. Bring them all here to me, line them up, pussy after pussy after pussy, for me to lick.

That idea made me start giggling as I got down on my knees in front of Nicole. I envisioned a long line of wet pussies, stretching out to infinity, all being held open for me, waiting for me to make them come. I rubbed my own clit as I leaned in close to the brunette’s crotch. Her smell was powerful, seductive, alluring. She was so wet inside, so juicy. Nicole was pulling back her lips, showing me her erect clit.

“Suck my clit, sweet Julie. Make me come.”

Before I did that, I looked up at Tina and Mindy, and then at Leslie. My head was swimming. I couldn’t stop giggling. A voice said something, a voice that sounded distant, separated far from me. I could tell that it was my own voice, I recognized it, but it seemed like someone else was speaking.

“Want to watch me lick your mommy?” the voice said.

“Uh-huh,” the three girls nodded.

“Will you m-masturbate while you watch me?” I hardly ever stuttered. Whose voice was that? Apparently it was mine, but I didn’t know why that girl was saying what she was saying. Nicole’s daughters already were masturbating, so it was kind of a silly thing for me to ask. I shook my head, trying to clear it. That didn’t help. I looked back down at the woman’s pussy in front of me.

“She has a nice cunt,” my voice said. “Your mom has a very nice cunt. I’m going to put my finger inside her now.”

A hand reached out from me. It seemed like the hand was moving on its own, without my control. But I liked what it was doing. The middle finger of the hand dipped inside the open vagina, reaching in, pressing in deep, fucking the woman. Then my mouth went to her clit.

I fucked Nicole with my finger and licked and sucked her clit, all the while feeling like I was floating above, watching myself as all this happened. And something else was happening too.

Someone had a finger inside my pussy, a finger up inside my cunt, along with other fingers on my clit. Was it me? Was I rubbing and fucking myself? I didn’t think so. I was busy with Nicole. I had no clue who was behind me then and I never found out. But someone fucked me and rubbed me and brought me to orgasm pretty quickly, and not long after that Nicole was coming in my mouth. She closed her strong thighs around my head, squeezing them together, pulling me in. My face was full of her sex. She climaxed repeatedly, spasm after spasm, her juices flowing out of her and into my mouth, dripping down my chin.

We finished and then I got up on the sofa, trading places with Nicole. I’m not sure how that was arranged or if it just happened. But soon her face was between my legs, licking me, while her daughters kissed me and sucked on my nipples.

In my pot-induced haze, I was able to detect a few other things going on at the same time. Logan was on the floor on top of Diana, in a ‘69’ position. It seemed she couldn’t get enough of her daughter, and I didn’t blame her. Diana was totally hot. I also saw my mom licking Cindy, and Olympia licking Shelby. Half a dozen other women and girls were arranged around the room in a variety of sexual positions, lovely naked feminine bodies on display everywhere.

I closed my eyes and went on a flight through time and space. It was so weird, it was like I was still present, completely aware of all that was happening, and yet very distant, apart from everything. I could feel Nicole’s tongue on my clit, her finger moving inside me. I could feel the lips and mouths of Tina and Mindy and Leslie sucking my nipples and kissing my face. I could feel it all, I knew it was real, but another part of me was on a voyage through eternity, soaring higher and higher. Okay, I guess I was getting pretty high!

After I enjoyed a wonderful climax in Nicole’s mouth, someone decided to organize a ‘pre-teen daisy chain’, as they called it. All the girls who weren’t yet teenagers, including me, were arranged in a big circle in the center of the floor. Soon I was licking Tina and Tina was licking Shelby and Shelby was licking Mindy and Mindy was licking Chrissy and Chrissy was licking Cindy and Cindy was licking Brandi and Brandi was licking Laura and Laura was licking me!

I don’t know who among us had an orgasm then or how many we had or who didn’t have one. I’m pretty sure I came in Laura’s mouth, I’m certain of it, in fact, although to be honest I can’t remember it too clearly. Everything became a swirl of images and sounds and smells and tastes, of hot pussies and wet tongues and probing fingers.

A lot more happened then, but by this time I was too far gone to really keep track. I do recall that at one point I was in a ‘69’ with Emma, on a sofa I think it was, with her on top of me. Another time, I was on the floor, on my back, with Diana on my face. I was licking her beautiful pussy, while at the same time she was licking my mother’s pussy, and in turn Cindy was licking my pussy.

Then later, or maybe earlier, Delia was sitting on my face while Cassia sucked my nipples and Olympia licked me. After Delia came, Cassia moved up on top of me, lowering her pussy to my mouth while Olympia sucked on my nipples and Delia got down between my legs to eat me. And when that was done, after Cassia had climaxed, it was Olympia’s turn.

I remember that part very clearly. This imposing olive-skinned woman, tall, long-limbed, with heavy thighs and a thick waist, large breasts, big dark nipples, vigorously rubbing her hairy pussy as she positioned herself over me. I was in awe, both frightened by her and mysteriously drawn to her. Slowly she sank down, pulling her lips apart with her fingers. On either side of me, her daughters, Delia and Cassia, were masturbating as they watched their mother having sex with a 12-year-old girl.

Olympia soon climaxed on me. I licked and sucked her clit and put my fingers inside her pussy and she had a strong orgasm, holding my head in her hands, grinding her cunt into my mouth. It seemed like she came numerous times. She kept pulling me against her, rubbing her clit over my lips and tongue, growling at me, her big body shaking with every spasm, the hot fragrant folds of her pussy lips surrounding my face.

Maybe I passed out then, I don’t know. But there is sort of a blank space in my memory. It could be that my cannabis-high made me imagine things. Probably that’s what it was. It seemed to me, though, that just before everything went black, somehow I entered into Olympia’s cunt, my whole body sliding inside her, with darkness, heat, and wetness completely enveloping me. I was in her.

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The Joy of Looking, Chapter 65

  • Posted on May 13, 2015 at 10:18 am

By Naughty Mommy

I turned and faced the group, masturbating unashamedly. As I licked my lips, I slowly scanned the room.

Behind me, Cindy was eating her mother’s pussy and little Shelby was sitting on Shannon’s face. To my right, Laura and Chrissy and my mom were nearly done taking off Katherine’s clothes. They had just removed her bra, setting it aside, and were pulling down her beige panties.

Emma and Brandi were seated in a chair next to Katherine and her girls, watching as the woman became naked. Emma had her hand inside Brandi’s panties now, fondling her daughter’s pussy.

My gaze went to Nicole and her family, her three pretty girls, on the other sofa. Nicole’s dress was up high, her toned legs spread apart. She had her black thong pulled aside and she was rubbing her clit. On the floor in front of her, Leslie had her blouse all the way open. She was kneading her bare breasts, pulling and pinching her erect brown nipples. On either side of Nicole, her young daughters Mindy and Tina both had their jeans unzipped, their hands down inside, rubbing their pussies.

Diana was sitting on her mother’s lap, her legs wide apart, her tiny skirt at her waist. Logan was stroking her daughter’s mound over the outside of her white panties, pressing in deeply. Diana’s face was flushed, shiny with sweat, her eyes hooded.

Just beyond them, I found Delia, Cassia, and Olympia. They were standing close together in a line, all facing the same way, with Olympia in the rear and Cassia in the middle. They were watching Logan and Diana, but that’s not all they were doing. Cassia had one hand reaching up under Delia’s short skirt, rubbing her pussy. Her other hand was grabbing her sister’s breasts through her blouse. Behind Cassia, Olympia was doing the same thing, groping Cassia’s breasts through her blouse with one hand, her other hand under her daughter’s miniskirt, caressing her pussy.

“Logan,” I said, “I want you to do something, okay?”

“Sure, honey, what is it?” she smiled, as she continued stroking her daughter’s crotch.

“I want you to get naked. No, actually, I want to take off your clothes, and Diana can help me. But then after that — well, let’s do that first.”

So, Diana got up from her mother’s lap, and she and I pulled off the woman’s boots and socks, then unzipped and removed her tight jeans. We took off her blouse, her white bra, her thong, and she was naked. Logan had a nice body, middle-aged, but still very nice. Her boobs sagged a little and she had some cellulite on her thighs. You could tell, however, that she tried hard to stay in shape. Her tummy was almost flat and her waist was trim. She had an all-over tan, smooth and golden brown. Her pussy was shaved completely bald. Between her lips, droplets of moisture caught the light. Logan was hot.

Diana, of course, was even hotter. I asked her mother to take off her clothes while I watched. The little blue tank top was removed first, then the pink miniskirt. She’d already kicked off her shoes, so now Diana was wearing only a skimpy bra and panties, pure white and very feminine. Her mom reached behind her back to undo the bra, and I got to see the girl’s lovely breasts for the first time. They were not that big, probably a B-cup, and her nipples were pink and puffy, just like mine. The panties came off next. Diana’s pussy was bald, the same as her mother’s. Her skin, however, was not as tan. It was much lighter with only a few freckles and very smooth. She was gorgeous.

“Now, Diana,” I instructed, “you lie down on the floor. And Logan, you get on top of her. I want to see you fuck your daughter’s cunt with your cunt. I want you to fuck her pussy hard and make her come. Okay?”

I was rubbing my own cunt as I told them what to to. My words alone were incredibly exciting, but to know I was then going to be able to see a sexy mom and her hot daughter doing those things for me, doing anything I asked, was almost unbelievable.

Logan smiled at me, placing a hand on her breast and squeezing her nipple as she watched the teenager get down on the floor and spread her beautiful legs. The woman licked her lips, then positioned herself on top of Diana. They wrapped their arms around each other and kissed for a minute before Logan started moving, slowly pressing her mound into her daughter’s.

I rubbed my pussy very hard as I watched them, actually coming close to a climax — but then deliberately slowing down, pacing myself.

Taking a deep breath and letting it out, I turned my attention to Leslie, who was kneeling on the floor beside me, her jeans open, a hand inside. She was masturbating as she watched Logan fucking her daughter. On the sofa behind Leslie, her sisters were rubbing themselves too, as was their mother, Nicole. This was a family that enjoyed self-pleasuring, I thought to myself.

“Leslie? You see what they’re doing?”

She looked up at me, nodding.

“That’s what I want you to do with your sister, um, with Mindy, okay? First with Mindy, and then after that with Tina. I want to see you fuck both of them. You have to rub your pussy on their’s and make them both come, all right?”

“All right,” she grinned.

“Have you done that before?” I asked.

“Uh-huh,” she nodded, giving me a wink.

“Good. I want them both to come, nice big loud orgasms while you’re fucking them. Of course if you can come too, at the same time, that would be even better. Stand up now and take off your clothes.”

“Okay.”

I turned to her mom. “Nicole, I want you to take off Mindy’s and Tina’s clothes. Get them both naked so your other daughter can fuck them.”

“Mm, I’d love to,” she smiled up at me. She’d been fucking her cunt with her finger while rubbing her clit with the other hand. Now she removed the finger and sucked it into her mouth, tasting herself. Then she turned to Mindy, seated on her left.

“Get up, hon, so I can take your clothes off.”

The 12-year-old girl stood. Her mother pulled her sweater off over her head.

Mindy was not wearing a bra. Her breasts were definitely bigger than mine, a lot bigger. Impulsively I put my hands over them, feeling them. “Nice,” I said. “Um, later I’d really like to suck your nipples. But right now I want your sister to fuck you, okay?”

“Okay,” she nodded, happy to do whatever I asked. What a great party this was!

Nicole took off the rest of Mindy’s clothes and then the girl got down on the floor while her mom turned to Tina and began to remove her clothes. When that was done, Nicole stood and quickly unzipped her own dress, stepping out of it, then whipped off her bra and her thong, leaving herself naked. She sat back down on the sofa, spreading her legs and starting to masturbate as she watched Leslie arrange herself on top of Mindy. That was exactly what I had wanted Nicole to do, and I was glad to see that we were thinking the same way. Tina sat next to her mom and rubbed her own pussy as they watched Leslie and Mindy.

I went on to Emma and Brandi. They were in an armchair, kissing wetly, using a lot of tongue, the young redhead straddling her mother now, her short dress hiked almost to her waist.

Without saying anything, I put my hand between Brandi’s legs from the rear, reaching under and rubbing her pussy through her black panties. Her center was hot and moist. I heard the girl moan as I pressed my fingers in, feeling the slick wetness seeping through her undies. I thought she would look up at me then, maybe ask what was happening, but she didn’t. Maybe she was accustomed to being touched by almost anyone at any time at a party like this.

“Brandi,” I said softly.

Finally she stopped kissing her mom and turned to me. Her cheeks were red, her lips wet. She was breathing hard, clearly very aroused. Following another impulse, I leaned in and kissed her. Her full lips were soft and warm. We kissed for several seconds before I pulled away.

I took her hand, helping her to get up. Then I put my arms around her and kissed her again, our tongues exploring each other’s mouths. She was a wonderful kisser, almost as good as my sister Kate.

“Mmm, nice, so nice…” I gasped, trying to catch my breath after a minute or so of intense kissing. “And, um, tonight, I… I have to lick your pussy… but not right now… first, um, I want you to show me your mom’s vagina. Take off her panties and show me her vagina.”

“Wow,” Brandi grinned, “you’re like, just, so hot!”

She gave me one more quick kiss, then knelt between her mother’s legs, quickly reaching under the flared skirt to grasp her panties and start tugging them down.

Emma’s panties were black, like her daughter’s. When they were off, I asked Brandi to hand them to me. I looked at the crotch. There was a gooey wet spot in the middle. I sniffed the spot. It smelled delicious. Gazing into Emma’s beautiful blue-green eyes, I licked the undies, tasting her pussy juice.

They were both watching me, admiration in their looks. Evidently I had succeeded in convincing them I was a worthy addition to their kinky group.

I had one more dirty idea. “Brandi, take off your panties and give them to me.”

Her eyes went wide. But she shrugged and got to her feet, hiking up her short dress and slipping her black panties down her legs. God, I loved her legs. So long and white and perfectly shaped. Brandi really turned me on.

She handed me her undies. I repeated the ritual of studying the crotch, sniffing it, and then licking the wet spot, tasting her.

“Wow…” Brandi sighed.

“I’m taking these home with me,” I told them, holding up the two pairs of panties, one in each hand. “These are my souvenirs. I’m going to show them to my little sisters and tell them they’re from a hot mother and daughter that I fucked while I was on my trip.”

I couldn’t believe I was talking that way! When this bold assertive Julie would come out and take over for shy, retiring Julie, sometimes I could really surprise myself.

Emma grinned at me. Brandi just shook her head.

“Now,” I went on, “Brandi, you were supposed to show me your mom’s vagina, right?”

“Oh, um, yeah, I was.” She knelt again between her mother’s legs, pushing them wide apart. Emma helped by sliding forward in the chair a little while holding her skirt up around her waist.

Acting as if this was something she did all the time — and perhaps it was — Brandi inserted her fingers between Emma’s pussy lips and spread them open for me. She looked back over her shoulder. “See?”

“Awesome, really hot,” I said, and I meant it.

Emma had a super sexy pussy. I felt my mouth watering as I stared into her wet pink center. I realized then that I’d started masturbating again, one hand on my breasts, the other rubbing my clit.

“I, um —” I had to clear my throat. “I really want to lick you later, Emma, god you look so good. But right now, Brandi, you lick her, okay? Eat your mom’s cunt for me and make her come in your mouth.”

“Okay,” she nodded happily. After blowing me a little kiss, she leaned in and began to lick her mother’s vagina. Emma groaned and closed her eyes, holding her daughter’s head in her hands, pulling her face into her crotch.

Next to them was Katherine. She and my mom were both nude. They were perched on the arms of a stuffed chair, Katherine holding Laura on her lap, Mommy holding Chrissy on hers. As I’d requested, the two little girls were still wearing their clothes.

I wondered for a moment what it must be like for them, a 6-year-old and a 7-year-old surrounded by a large group of women and girls getting naked and starting to have sex. For what it’s worth, they appeared completely happy, beaming as they took in everything that was going on.

I turned and looked slowly around, seeing what they saw… Brandi licking her mother, Emma… Leslie fucking her sister while her younger sister and their mother sat on the sofa, watching them and masturbating… on the other sofa, Cindy licking her mom’s pussy and finger-fucking her too, while little Shelby was eagerly riding her mother’s face, sliding her hairless pussy back and forth over the woman’s lips and tongue… then there was Logan fucking her daughter as Delia, Cassia, and Olympia watched and groped each other…

“Cassia!” I called across the room. She looked over at me.

“You and your sister, take off all your clothes now and get down on the floor and start licking each other. You know, like, um, in a 69 position.” (I’d learned that expression from watching lesbian porn with my mom and my sister.)

Cassia and Delia both smiled and nodded, then began to undress.

“And Olympia? Um, you sit in a chair, please, and masturbate while you watch your daughters, okay? You can take off your panties if you want but leave your dress on for now. I like it.”

The older woman grinned at me. “I’m not wearing any underwear, dear. But thank you for the compliment on my dress.”

“Oh, um, okay,” I giggled. “You’re welcome, and, like, just go ahead I guess and masturbate.”

I mentioned that Katherine and my mother were holding Laura and Chrissy on their laps, except they were not only holding them — they were also rubbing their fingers up and down between the girls’ legs, caressing their little vulvas. In Chrissy’s case, it was over the top of her shorts and her tights. My mom had Laura’s dress pulled up and she was rubbing the child’s pussy through her thin white panties. It looked to me like she was pressing in pretty hard. The tiny brunette would sometimes gasp or her body would give a start when my mother’s fingers found just the right spot.

“Katherine, you can take off Chrissy’s clothes now,” I instructed.

“All right.”

She began by lifting her daughter’s tank top and pulling it off over her head while the girl was still on her lap. Chrissy’s chest was completely flat. Not a hint of breast development, her nipples just pale pink dots. After Katherine unsnapped and unzipped the purple short shorts, the girl slid off her lap. Her mommy knelt beside Chrissy to remove her shorts and her shoes and then pealed the black tights down her legs and off. All that was left was a pair of dark blue cotton panties, which Katherine quickly removed.

I was masturbating as I looked at the two of them together: a beautiful woman, 28 years old, a dance instructor with a toned, fit body, and her young daughter, only 7, both of them naked, gazing up at me expectantly, waiting for me to tell them what to do.

“Chrissy?” I crouched down, taking her hand. “Do you know how to lick your mommy’s pussy? How to give her an orgasm?”

“Uh-huh,” she affirmed with an eager nod.

Wow, these people were so amazing! Where had this group been all my life? Of course, I was still only 12 and hadn’t had a very long life yet so I didn’t really have anything to complain about. I really felt lucky — and these kids, starting out so much younger than me, were even luckier!

“Okay, so, Katherine, you sit down now,” I said.

My mother stood up, holding Laura in her arms, making room for Katherine to sit in the chair and spread her legs. Chrissy got on her knees in front of her mom.

Already starting to breathe hard, Katherine used her fingers to spread her pussy lips apart, looking down at her little girl’s face, licking her lips as she watched the child extend her tongue and begin licking her.

“Know what I want you to do, Mommy?” I asked.

“What, darling?”

“Um, I’m going to take off Laura’s clothes, and then I’m going to kiss her and touch her, and I want you to masturbate while you’re watching us.”

“Gladly, my love.” After setting the little brunette down next to me, my mom immediately began rubbing her own pussy.

At only 6 years old, Laura was not even four feet tall. I leaned over and took her face in my hands, looking into those huge brown eyes. I saw nothing there but acceptance and eagerness. She had been cherished all her life, protected and nurtured by her adoring mother, taught the ways of love between women and girls. The child had no fear of the females that her mommy shared her with because all she had ever known from them was joy and excitement and pleasure. I hoped that would always be true for her.

“Laura, honey, do you know how to kiss, using your tongue?”

“Yeah, I do!” she nodded, smiling brightly.

I was still holding her face in my hands. What an incredible moment this is, I thought to myself. I’m about to french-kiss a 6-year-old girl, and then I’m going to take off all her clothes and I can touch her and lick her and do anything I want with her!

“You’re a very, very pretty little girl,” I whispered.

“Thank you.”

“I’m going to kiss you now, okay?”

“Okay.”

I leaned in, bringing my mouth to hers. I kissed her once, very softly. When I kissed her a second time, her lips parted and I felt her tongue teasing my lips. I opened my mouth, meeting her tongue with mine. Soon we were kissing wetly, deeply, so erotically. A little girl, even younger than my baby sister, was kissing me that way!

When I finally pulled away, I was trembling with arousal. “God, Laura, you are, you are just… you get me so excited!”

She giggled. A cute little girl, almost unaware of the effect she could have on other women and girls. Almost.

“Um, so, I’m going to take off your dress now. Is that all right?”

“Yes.”

The short dress was so adorable, so innocent and girly, that I was tempted to leave it on her. But I was also very eager to see her naked body and I wanted everyone else to see it too. The dress had three buttons in the back. I opened those and it slipped right off over her head. She wore nothing underneath except those panties I had seen, the white panties my mother had been rubbing.

Laura’s undies were thin and tight-fitting. They clung to her shape, revealing every contour of her puffy little-girl labia. I put my hand between her legs, touching her where my mom had touched her.

“Is it okay if I touch you this way?” I asked.

“Uh-huh,” she nodded.

I slid my hand up and down, feeling her shape, her warmth, the sponginess of her lips, the alluring cleft in the center. I heard my mother gasping above us as she watched me fondle this young girl. I could smell my mom’s pussy again. I looked up. She was standing close to us, just behind me and to my right, fucking herself, two fingers pumping in and out of her juicy cunt.

As I looked up, Laura looked at her too. The child’s big brown eyes seemed to grow even larger and rounder than they already were, if that’s possible.

“Do you like to look at my mommy, honey?”

Laura nodded.

“She has a very nice pussy, doesn’t she?”

“Uh-huh.”

“Okay, baby, I want you to lie down on the floor now, and I’m going to take off your undies, all right?”

“Okay.”

When she was on the floor, on her back, I leaned down and kissed her pussy, kissed it through her white panties. I looked up at Laura’s face. She wasn’t watching me. Her eyes were fastened on my mom, staring at her as she vigorously masturbated.

I kissed Laura’s pussy one more time, through her undies, and then I licked her. The thin material quickly became almost transparent as I licked her labia, pressing my tongue against her.

“Oh, fuck!”

That was my mother. She was getting very close, almost ready to come.

“Mom? Don’t finish yet, okay? Hold on a minute longer.”

“What, honey…? Oh, uh… okay.” She slowed her motions just a bit, putting off her orgasm until I told her it was time.

I hooked my fingers into the waistband of Laura’s panties and pulled them down, revealing her naked slit, her bare, white, perfectly smooth little pussy.

“Oh god,” Mommy sighed.

“I know,” I agreed. “She’s so beautiful.”

Leaning down, bringing my face to the child’s crotch, I kissed her pussy lips. I could hear my mother moaning behind me. I used my fingers to gently open Laura’s pussy, spreading her puffy lips apart, and then I kissed her again, giving her a kiss inside her little pussy.

“Oh, god, please, honey, please, I have to come!!” My mom was begging me.

“Okay.” I leaned back, looking up at her. “But not while you’re standing up. I want you to get down on the floor instead and put your pussy right in front of Laura’s face. Get on top of her. Masturbate on her face, Mommy. I want to see you come right on this little girl’s face.”

I got up and helped my mom position herself over Laura’s face, kneeling with her thighs on either side of the girl’s head. I placed Laura’s hands on my mother’s bottom, telling her to rub her and squeeze her. But the child wasn’t paying much attention to my instructions. She was staring intently at my mom’s pussy, at her swollen pink labia, shiny with her juices.

Getting down on my knees, I put my face right next to Laura’s, looking up with her at my mother’s cunt. “Do you want to watch her come, baby?” I whispered.

“Yep,” she nodded.

I gently kissed the girl’s lips. Then I turned my head and kissed Mommy’s pussy, rubbing my lips around between her lips, coating my mouth with her fluids. I turned back and gave Laura a very wet kiss.

“After my mom is done,” I told her, “after she finishes having an orgasm, then you can kiss her there too, okay? You can kiss her and lick her and taste her as much as you want. All right?”

The little girl smiled at me, nodding again. It looked like she was having a very good time.

I sat up and gave my mother a nice kiss, sharing the taste on my lips with her, the taste of her pussy juice. “I love you, Mommy,” I said.

“I love you too, sexy Julie.”

“Okay, go ahead now. You can make yourself come. Rub your pretty clit and fuck your cunt and have a nice wet climax on Laura’s face.”

“Oh, god, yes,” my mother sighed as she began to masturbate again.

I got to my feet and looked around the room. I shook my head in astonishment, marveling at what was happening, all the delicious, forbidden, underage lesbian sex and incest that was going on right in front of me.

My mom was sitting on top of a little girl, a 6-year-old girl, and she was fucking herself, getting ready to come in the little girl’s face. That little girl’s sister, who was only 7, was licking her own mother’s pussy. Brandi was licking her mom and finger-fucking her too. Leslie was tribbing with Mindy — no, wait, apparently she’d finished with Mindy, she must have already made her come while I wasn’t watching (darn it!), because now she was fucking her other sister, Tina, instead. Mindy was on the sofa with her mom and both were masturbating as they watched Leslie and Tina. Logan was on the floor with Diana, the teenager’s legs wrapped around her mother’s bottom, pulling their pussies together as they kissed and fucked. Cassia and Delia were locked in a hot 69, mouths working busily on each other’s hairy cunts while their mother, Olympia, watched them and masturbated.

On the other sofa, where I’d begun giving my directions for this orgy, Shelby was moving very fast on her mom’s face, rocking her nude little body up and down. I wasn’t sure an 8-year-old girl could have an orgasm, but it sure looked as though that was about to happen. Cindy was licking Shannon and also fucking her with her finger, and I noticed that Cindy’s other hand was between her own legs. The 10-year-old blonde was masturbating while she ate her mother’s cunt.

I was masturbating too.

My pussy was very wet, so very wet and so very hot. I knew I could quickly make myself come — and I decided I wanted to come on someone. But who?

I scanned the room, and then I had an idea.

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The Joy of Looking, Chapter 64

  • Posted on May 13, 2015 at 10:09 am

By Naughty Mommy

After the party had been going on for more than an hour and everyone had finished eating their dinner, Cassia and Delia and a couple of the moms who were there cleared off the dining room table, taking all the dishes back to the kitchen. Then they brought out trays filled with yummy-looking homemade cookies and brownies, along with fresh pots of coffee and some soft drinks for the kids.

While we were enjoying the treats, a few of the women started rearranging the living room, moving chairs around and turning one of the sofas to make a big open space in the middle surrounded by seating. A long empty coffee table was placed in the center of the newly created circle.

When everything was set, people began taking their seats. I noticed that the daughters were now sitting together with their mothers, so I went to stand by my mom, who was near the entrance to the room, talking with Olympia. Mommy put her arm around my shoulder, hugging me as we listened to what the older woman was saying.

It seemed to be something about how she and someone else, a woman with a name I didn’t catch, had founded the Sapphic Retreat quite a few years before. She spoke about how it had started out as a private club and how it had gradually expanded and that lots of people were now a part of it. I couldn’t understand everything, but I heard the word ‘co-op’ and I gathered that it meant the business was sort of a cooperative effort, with many different women involved in various ways.

Anyhow, once everyone was seated, Olympia turned to the group, getting their attention. She stood erect, smiling proudly. As they quieted, she began to speak.

“Ladies, girls, friends, lovers…” there were a few giggles in the room “…I’m so pleased to have you all here tonight, and to be able to join with you in welcoming our newest companions, Suzanne and Julie.”

Olympia began applauding and everyone joined her. I was startled, not sure what to do or think. My mother and I were standing back a bit, behind Olympia, but she turned to us and gestured us forward.

Holding my hand, my mother walked slowly to the center of the room as everyone clapped. She gave a slight bow, so I did too. My mom was smiling broadly and I tried to do that as well, although I think I still looked like a deer caught in the headlights.

When the applause ended, Olympia said, “Here we are all mothers who love their daughters, and daughters who love their mothers, and sisters who love their sisters. We are family and we are lovers and we are not ashamed to be both. We rejoice in the close bonds that we share, in that deep intimacy that can only occur between a woman and another woman, or a woman and a girl, or between two young girls together. We know that this bond of connection becomes even deeper and more intimate when that woman and that girl are mother and daughter or when those girls are sisters.”

She smiled at Cassia and Delia when she said that part. They were seated in armchairs next to each other and as they returned their mother’s smile, they took each other’s hands.

“And so, tonight we gather to celebrate the joyous sexual union of another wonderful mother-daughter pair, a beautiful woman and her equally charming and beautiful daughter. We are so pleased that they have chosen to share their happiness with us and to share themselves with us.”

She stopped for a moment and the room was quiet. Mommy and I were just standing there in the middle, holding hands. I didn’t know what to do. My stomach felt all jumpy. I was mostly looking down, but when I glanced up, I did see a lot of warm smiles.

Finally Olympia continued speaking. “Suzanne and Julie, we welcome you. We honor you. We congratulate you.” She paused again, then added, “And now, will you please show yourselves to us?”

My mom turned to me, whispering, “Take off your dress, honey.”

“Really?”

“Uh-huh,” she nodded, giving me a wink.

My heart was pounding. I don’t know why I was getting so anxious and worked up about all this. It was basically what I wanted and what I expected. But being in the center of a big group like that, on display, had me trembling.

Luckily, I was still able to use my brain. As I slowly began to unbutton my dress, my nervous fingers fumbling, I thought back to other times when I’d felt shy and scared that way, like in the limousine with Linda on my birthday six months earlier, and how I’d overcome my shyness by telling myself that I was someone special, someone strong and powerful, with a body that really got people excited. Recalling that experience and the attitude of strength I’d adopted then made me feel more confident and secure in what I was doing now.

I could have simply opened the top few buttons of my red dress and pulled it off over my head, but as I looked up and discovered a sea of feminine faces following my every move, I decided to make a show of it. Yes, that’s what I would do. If they wanted a show, I could put on a show. I’d done it before, stripping for my mom, twice in fact, and she seemed to love my style.

Taking a deep breath, I held my head up high and smiled at the group. I began to turn gradually around as I continued unbuttoning the dress, letting everyone catch glimpses of my young body when the fabric parted over my breasts, then my belly, then my crotch.

My mother was also putting on a show for them, I realized. Her little black dress had a zipper on the side, under one arm. After she’d pulled that down, she began to slowly draw the hem of the dress up over her bare legs, temptingly, tantalizingly, until she reached the top of her thighs. Like me, she turned in a little circle, displaying herself to everyone.

By then, my own dress was unbuttoned all the way down. I glanced at my mom, catching her eye. In the same instant she suddenly lifted the black dress over her head and I whipped my dress open, letting it slide from my arms and fall to the floor. My mom flung her dress away, both of us laughing as the room burst into wild applause, our audience clapping and cheering, some even whistling for us.

We held our arms up over our heads, turning again to show ourselves, in all our nakedness, to our friends. When we were done, we fell into each other’s arms, hugging and kissing to even more cheers and applause.

Olympia came to us, still clapping, smiling and thanking us, giving us each a kiss on the cheek.

After the room settled down, the older woman faced me and announced, “Now, Julie, as our guest, we invite you to choose how we will begin. You may select anyone in the room and ask them to do anything you would like to see them do with anyone else in the room.”

I stared at her, less aware of my nudity at that point than of my astonishment at what she was saying. “I can — um — anyone…?” I stammered.

“Yes, dearest, anyone and anything. It’s your choice. Please be our guest.”

“Anyone…?” I repeated stupidly.

My mother put her hand on my shoulder, giving me a squeeze, murmuring, “It’s okay, baby, let’s just relax and have some fun.”

Then she swept her arm around the room, saying more loudly, “Look at all these pretty girls and women. Would you like to see a few of them kiss each other? Or do something else?”

Everyone was waiting expectantly for me. A grin crept over my face, an evil grin. I was in a roomful of hot young girls with their sisters and their moms, and I could decide what they would do with each other. Anything! With anyone!!

My mind reeled at the possibilities.

Wearing nothing but my shoes, I turned a slow circle, assessing all my options. I saw Shannon seated on a sofa between Cindy and Shelby, her daughters nestled close to her. I saw Katherine in a loveseat with Chrissy and Laura, the little girls perched on her knees. Emma was in an armchair with Brandi in her lap, Emma gently stroking her daughter’s beautiful bare legs. On the other sofa, Nicole was in the center, her arms enclosing her younger daughters, Tina and Mindy, with Leslie sitting on the floor between her mother’s legs, looking up at me. Leslie had a hand inside her blouse, apparently fondling her braless breast. Logan was seated in another stuffed chair, with Diana on the arm, her tiny skirt hiked up enough that I could see her white panties. Then there were Cassia and Delia. The women were sitting down and both had their legs wide apart, showing me that they wore no underwear, dark bushes clearly visible. I licked my lips as I stared at them.

Then I turned to Olympia. “Um, okay, I think I’m ready.”

“Very well,” she replied.

“Except, like, could I make it more than one thing? I mean, is that okay?”

“Certainly it is, sweetheart. You can ask anyone to do anything you want, as many times as you want. Please feel free. Make all of us your playthings.”

“Thank you. This is just so… so amazing.” My hand went involuntarily to my breast and I played with my nipple as I looked once more around the room. I saw quite a few smiles of approval from girls and women who enjoyed the way I was touching myself.

“I want to start with, um, with Cindy, and… and your family, okay?”

Cindy nodded eagerly. She seemed pleased to have been chosen.

“So, Cindy, could you take off Shelby’s clothes, please?”

Like I said, I really wanted to see that little girl naked. I heard several murmurs of appreciation. Apparently I wasn’t the only one with that desire.

Cindy smiled and went quickly to work. First she removed the child’s white tennis shoes and bobby socks and set them aside. Then she unfastened the straps on her denim overalls and had the girl stand up. As she lowered the overalls and Shelby’s little crotch came into view, covered only by the thin white leotard, there were more murmurs and sighs of appreciation. The stretchy material concealed nothing. The girl’s shape was clearly revealed to us, every contour of her slim little 8-year-old’s body, including the points of her tiny nipples and the puffiness of her labia, that tempting slit so beautifully outlined.

I had both hands on my breasts now, squeezing and pinching my turgid nipples.

Without even being asked or instructed by me, Cindy took Shelby’s pretty face in her hands and gave her sister a kiss. I moaned and put a hand between my legs, touching my pussy lips. I was already very wet. I started rubbing myself, masturbating as I watched the two young girls kiss each other. I didn’t care at all now about being naked in front of the group, about feeling nervous or scared. I wasn’t either of those things, not any more. I was excited and aroused, eager to see more.

Cindy pulled the white leotard down Shelby’s arms and then all the way off. The little blonde girl was naked. And she was perfect.

The sisters looked at me, happy to do whatever I asked next of them.

“Shannon?” I croaked.

My voice was hoarse, thick with lust. I could feel beads of sweat on my forehead and my upper lip. I didn’t care. As I continued masturbating, I cleared my throat and said, “Would you please take off Cindy’s dress?”

The woman grinned. “Yes, I’d like to.”

The little yellow dress was sleeveless, with a square neckline. It came to just above the girl’s pretty knees. Cindy kicked off her flat shoes, pushing them to the side, and then Shannon, still seated, began opening the buttons on the back of the dress. When she was done, she lowered the dress to the floor, helping her daughter step out of it.

Underneath, Cindy was wearing a white cotton bralette and white panties, both trimmed with lace. She looked adorably cute and feminine and so sexy.

“Take off her bra,” I whispered.

I said that barely loud enough for Shannon to hear. But she did hear me, and she complied. She pulled the little bralette over Cindy’s head and set it on the sofa.

“Kiss her nipples,” I requested, still in a hoarse whisper.

Shannon smiled broadly at me, then put her hands on Cindy’s waist and drew the girl closer so she could kiss her puffy pink nipples. The 10-year-old didn’t really have any breasts yet, just those lovely swollen nipples. As her mother kissed them, I heard oohs and ahhs around the room. I didn’t look to see, but I’m pretty sure that by then I was not the only one who was masturbating.

After kissing both nipples, Shannon extended her tongue, lapping at them, licking them, making them visibly grow fuller. Then she sucked them briefly, each of the nipples, going back and forth between them a few times.

I was really rubbing myself now, my fingers moving fast over my clit. I wasn’t quite ready to come, but I felt so good, so hot, so excited. This was awesome!

“Now, um, now her panties.”

Nodding, Shannon hooked her fingers into the waistband of the white cotton panties and began pulling them down. When Cindy was naked, the young girl turned around to face the room, smiling and displaying herself to us, her smooth hairless pussy, her nearly flat chest, her nipples still swollen and wet from her mother’s tongue.

“Oh goddamn!”

It was my mom. I glanced down at her. She was perched on the coffee table, just behind me and to my left. She was fucking herself with her fingers, her face flushed and shiny with sweat. Mommy licked her lips as she stared at the girl’s nude body.

I looked a little further and saw Brandi, still on her mother’s lap, but sitting with her legs apart now, her dress pulled up. Emma was caressing her daughter’s pussy through her black panties. Beyond them, I could see Leslie seated on the floor in front of her mom, her knees drawn up, her fingers pressing in on the crotch of her tight jeans.

Turning the other way, I found Cassia, Delia, and Olympia standing not far from me. Delia was in the middle. Her mother, Olympia, had a hand between Delia’s legs, under her short skirt. Cassia was grabbing and squeezing her sister’s breasts through her blouse and bra while nibbling at her ear.

It was time for more. “Cindy, push up your mom’s skirt. Open her legs for us.”

“All right.”

The girl knelt on the floor and lifted Shannon’s gray pleated skirt up to her waist. Underneath we saw pretty lavender panties, almost the color of the satin blouse she was wearing.

“Push her legs wide apart,” I instructed.

She did. Shannon helped by sliding down on the sofa, making it easier to spread her thighs all the way open.

“Now put your fingers on her panties. Rub your fingers over her pussy.”

“Okay.”

We all watched as the girl laid her hand over her mother’s vulva, rubbing up and down, stroking her pussy lips through the panties.

“Press in harder.”

“Okay.”

And then we saw what I wanted to see.

When Cindy pressed her fingers into the center of her mommy’s panties, pushing the thin fabric between her lips, the lavender undies began to darken, growing moist. A spot right in the middle quickly became darker, the material clearly getting very wet. Shannon groaned as she felt her daughter’s fingers touching her sex.

“Kiss her pussy,” I whispered. “Kiss it through her panties.”

Cindy nodded, happily lowering her mouth to kiss her mother’s pussy lips through the wet fabric of her panties. She kissed her once, twice, another time, and then another. Shannon groaned again, more loudly this time, taking Cindy’s head in her hands and pulling her face into her crotch.

“Yes! Oh fuck yes!” My mom’s voice. It sounded as if she was getting close.

“Now you can take off her panties,” I instructed.

“All right.”

“No wait —” I’d changed my mind. “First, um, first, Shelby, you and Cindy, take off your mom’s top, okay? Her blouse.”

“Okay.”

Shannon sat up a bit and the girls quickly unbuttoned the satin blouse, then pulled it off her and laid it aside. Underneath, Shannon wore a lavender bra that matched the panties. The woman was small breasted, probably just an A-cup, thin and slight, the same as her daughters. Her skin was pale, with a few freckles on her chest.

“Shannon, take off the bra, please.”

She reached behind her back, unhooked it, and handed it to Cindy, who laid the bra over the blouse. As we watched, Shannon placed her hands on her own breasts, kneading them and squeezing the nipples. I hadn’t asked her to do that. It was just automatic. And very hot. I waited a few seconds, enjoying her display of lusty sensuality.

Then I continued. “Now I want to see both girls, um, Cindy and Shelby, suck your mommy’s nipples. Okay?”

“Okay!” The young blondes nodded, grinning eagerly. They hopped up on the sofa, one on either side of their mother, put their mouths over her breasts, and began to suck.

I watched them for a moment, then turned to Katherine, who was seated on my left in an armchair by the sofa. Her daughters, Chrissy and Laura, were in her lap. I smiled at Katherine and she readily returned my smile. It was obvious that she was completely willing to do anything I asked of her — anything. What a great party!

Although I was still masturbating, I had slowed my movements some. I was just gently rubbing my pussy now, keeping my little clit nice and happy and hard. My mother, however, was vigorously fucking herself as she watched Shelby and Cindy sucking on their mom’s tits. I leaned down and kissed the top of her head. She looked up at me.

“Mommy, don’t stop. Keep doing that, but stand up, okay?”

“Oh, uh, all right.”

I helped her get up. She stood a bit awkwardly, her knees apart, her fingers sliding in and out of her dripping wet cunt. I led her over to stand in front of beautiful Katherine and her little girls.

Laura’s big brown eyes were rounder than ever as she stared at the sight before her.

“Do you like that, honey?” I said to the girl. “This is my mommy. Do you like watching her fuck herself that way?”

“Uh-huh, I do,” Laura nodded. The child was only 6 years old, but I was certain she had seen this kind of thing before, probably many times, and I was equally certain that she enjoyed it.

Chrissy was staring intently too as my mother masturbated in front of them. I couldn’t tell for sure, but it seemed to me that the 7-year-old was squeezing her thighs together, becoming very aroused. I didn’t know if a girl that young could have an orgasm — I hadn’t at that age — but tonight I hoped to find out for sure.

Katherine was sitting up in the chair, her arms around her daughters’ waists. The brunette was licking her lips, breathing deeply, her chest thrust forward, stiff nipples clearly protruding through the figure-hugging knit dress she wore.

“Laura,” I said softly, “have you ever tasted a woman’s pussy juice? Do you sometimes watch your mommy fuck herself this way?”

She nodded.

“Does she let you taste her then?”

“Uh-huh.”

“Would you like to taste my mom now? See what her pussy juice tastes like?”

The little girl licked her lips and nodded eagerly, her huge brown eyes fastened on the wet vagina just in front of her.

“Ohh fuck!!” My mother groaned. She was really going at it now, plunging her fingers rapidly in and out, her whole vulva shiny with her juices. Droplets sprayed into the air as her hand slapped against her womanly cunt. The smell of her sex was strong and seductive.

I put my hand on her arm. “Mommy, Laura wants to taste you.”

She didn’t slow her movements. My mom continued fucking herself fast and hard. I didn’t blame her, of course. I had just told her that the youngest girl in the room, a 6-year-old child, was waiting for a taste of her pussy juice. No wonder she wanted to masturbate and climax!

“Mommy.” I gripped her wrist. “Let Laura taste you. And then Chrissy too.”

“Oh uh —” she gasped, sucking in air “— okay, I, I’m sorry.”

Taking a big deep breath and then slowly letting it out, she finally stopped her pumping action. After another long deep breath, she pushed her fingers in once more as far as they would go, and then slowly drew them out, holding them up to Laura’s mouth.

The little girl smiled, those huge liquid brown eyes full of desire and anticipation. She parted her lips and let my mother put her dripping fingers inside her mouth. Laura held my mom’s hand in her hand, looking up into her eyes while she licked and sucked the wet fingers. Mommy shivered with excitement as she watched the girl enjoying the taste of her cunt.

“That’s good,” I said. “Now it’s Chrissy’s turn.”

“All right,” my mom breathed, shoving the two fingers back up inside her vagina, all the way in as far as they could go, wriggling them around, coating them with her juices, and then drawing them out and giving them to Chrissy.

I looked over at Shelby and Cindy. The two young girls, both naked, were curled up with their mother, one on either side of her, happily sucking her nipples. Their thin, soft, white bodies looked so appealing, so innocent and pure. I couldn’t wait to get my hands on them, to touch them and kiss them and lick them. Shannon was stroking their hair, cooing to them. It was a beautiful tableau — but now I had something else in mind for the little family.

Turning back to my mom, I said, “Mommy, I want you to help Laura and Chrissy take off their mother’s clothes, all her clothes, all right? And when she’s naked, then I want all three of you to hug her and kiss her, okay?”

“All right,” my mother nodded.

“But, um, but don’t take off Chrissy’s or Laura’s clothes, not yet. Not until I tell you to.”

My mom grinned at me. Normally she would be the one in charge, but tonight I was taking control. I’d been given the opportunity and I was taking full advantage of it. She took my chin in her hand and gave me a quick kiss. “I love you, Julie.”

“I love you too, Mom.” I gave her a second kiss. “Now get to work.”

“Okay, we will,” she chuckled.

Chrissy and Laura slid off their mother’s knees and helped Katherine get to her feet so they could begin undressing her.

I stepped back to the sofa. Shannon’s eyes were closed as she petted her daughter’s heads and held them to her breasts. I waited a moment, not wanting to interrupt their pleasure, although I was sure they would enjoy the next thing just as much.

“Um, Cindy? Shelby?”

Releasing their mother’s nipples from their mouths, the little blondes looked up at me, happiness in their eyes.

“You guys having fun?”

“Uh-huh,” they both giggled.

“Okay, I’m glad. So, um, Cindy, I want to see you lick your mom’s pussy now. You wanna do that?”

“Yeah, I’d love to!” she nodded.

“All right, um, take off her panties first.” As Shannon lifted her bottom from the sofa, Cindy slid the lavender undies down her legs and off, leaving them on the floor.

“That’s good. Now, Shannon, why don’t you lie down, okay? With your head over that way, that’s right.”

I positioned the woman with her head near Shelby. I asked Cindy to move to the other end, to kneel on the sofa between her mother’s legs and begin licking her. And then I said, “Shelby, honey, you get up on top of your mommy and sit on her face, okay?”

“Okay!”

Showing not a moment’s hesitation, the child climbed onto the sofa and placed her hairless pussy in front of her mother’s mouth. Shannon smiled broadly, using her fingers to carefully part her daughter’s labia.

I heard her moan as she looked closely at the girl, and I leaned in to see what she was seeing. Oh my god — the 8-year-old was wet inside, definitely very wet! Her pink slit and her little vagina glistened with moisture.

My hand immediately went to my clit and I began to masturbate again as I stared at the awesome sight. I really wanted to make myself come as I watched Shannon starting to lick her young daughter’s pussy.

But I had other responsibilities. A whole roomful of women and girls were waiting for me to give them direction, to tell them exactly what they should be doing with each other, any and all sexual perversions I wanted to see them perform.

I turned and faced the group, still rubbing myself.

Continue on to Chapter 65

About those Terms of Use…

  • Posted on May 13, 2015 at 12:27 am

By Cheryl Taggert

Hi, all! First, let me say again just how thrilled the three of us are to be offering this site to those who enjoy the same fantasies we do! It’s been one week and one day now, and it is at the very least everything we hoped it would be.  

We will continue to copy stories here from the Lesbian Lolita site as well as publish new stories, and we are working to improve the site in every way we can to make it the most enjoyable erotica site on the Internet. Part of that includes posting our Terms of Use so that everyone knows what the playing rules are when they come here — and we hope our readers do come here a lot! :D

You will notice I referred above to ‘those who enjoy the same fantasies we do’. I posted a reply at the end of one of my stories about this, and I want to reiterate that here.

These are fantasies. Our stories never happened except in our imaginations, which thank goodness are very active. A dear reader or two has attempted to post comments here that refer to actual sex with a child, and while we indulge in, write about, and masturbate often to these fantasies, we do not engage in actual sex with anyone who is under the age of consent. We also have a problem if you, in a comment, refer to such experiences as if they happened in real life, even if you are going for the titillation factor by making it appear to be true when in fact it is not.

Fortunately, how this site works is that your first comment must be approved before it appears on our website. This prevented what amounted to a confession to a crime from appearing on Juicy Secrets. We welcome ANY AND ALL FANTASIES in the comments area for our stories that relate to our particular interests. Just make sure you identify them as such. You may even email us suggestions, politely expressed, as to where you’d like a story to venture next. Just please, do not tell us about the time you had sexual contact with someone who was underage. There are instances where that is acceptable, such as discussing a time you and a friend engaged in sexual play as children (notice the plural: children). Everyone knows children will explore sexual boundaries and have a lot of fun doing that. However, sexual contact between an adult and a child is illegal in every country in the world. Please keep that in mind.

Regarding some of the other Terms of Use, please be sure you also pay attention to that politeness thing. I don’t know about any of you, but as soon as someone’s comments to me turn negative or attacking, I stop reading. Not only that, but as an administrator on this site, I will delete the comment, as will Naughty Mommy and JetBoy. I’ve seen instances and received emails in which the writer told me I was going to Hell because of my private fantasy life that I had chosen to share — legally I might add — with others who use this type of erotica as a release from tensions caused by having naughty thoughts about underage girls. Personal attacks will not be tolerated here.

Finally, Naughty Mommy and I are lesbians. JetBoy is straight (though personally I think he wishes he were a lesbian at least part of the time — LOL). With that in mind, please do not email us or comment to a story telling us about the size of your cock, how you would LOVE to fuck us, or any other hetero things. I have a dildo that does me fine when I want that feeling of fullness. I really don’t need or want a man attached and neither does Naughty Mommy.

You are all free to write what you want that is constructive and does not amount to confessing to a crime. We welcome it in fact. But please, please, please KNOW the Terms of Use so we don’t have to ban you from this wonderful site!! It really is a great place to visit!

Sorry for the length of this. If you’ve read my stories, you know I have a problem with brevity. Anyway, happy reading, and please be sure to comment on stories and blog entries positively or with suggestions! That’s a major reason we started this site!!

Hugs and kisses!

Cheryl