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The Joy of Looking, Chapter 74

  • Posted on May 14, 2015 at 5:25 pm

By Naughty Mommy

Another week went by. Mommy went to work, the kids had school, Kate played basketball, and we all attended her games and cheered for her.

At night, after Molly was asleep, Kate and I often would spend half an hour or so in our mother’s bed, naked with her, the three of us telling each other our dirtiest fantasies and masturbating together. Mommy restricted those weeknight sessions to self-pleasuring with only a little touching and kissing, and she limited the time we could spend that way too. She continually reminded us that doing well in school was our #1 priority.

Kate and I went along with that, although we were constantly pushing against the restraints, asking to stay longer in Mommy’s bed, eager to do more with her and with each other. But our mom was firm about the rules. The good thing about it, of course, was that all the anticipation made our weekend fun even more exciting.

Friday night at 7:30, my mother dropped me off at the Frederiksen’s. I’d been looking forward to that, and to the next night too. I had an assignment to babysit for Elaine on Saturday afternoon — she had tickets for another matinee — but in the evening Mommy was planning to go out with Carla and I would stay home with Kate and Molly. That would give Katie and me a chance to play around together, something we hadn’t done for a while.

Anyway, Dana met me at the door and I went inside. Chelsea jumped into my arms, hugging me and kissing me, squeezing me so tightly I could barely breathe.

Her mother laughed, “She really loves you!”

“Yeah, she loves me to death!” I gasped comically.

Dana was wearing the shortest little skirt I’d seen her in yet, along with a pair of very high heels. Her pretty legs were bare, so smooth and slim and so enticing. Her top was a loose-fitting white blouse, sheer enough that I could easily see her dark nipples. She wasn’t wearing a bra. All in all, a very seductive outfit. Was she on the prowl tonight?

She didn’t leave right away. Chelsea had some toys out in the living room and she and I got down on the floor and played with them while Dana walked back and forth a few times, going into the kitchen, then down the hall to her bedroom, then back to the kitchen — almost as if she was parading herself in front of me — before finally sitting on the sofa beside us. She crossed her legs and I looked at her. Actually I stared at her. By this time I felt comfortable enough not to worry about hiding my sexual interest in her.

Dana saw me staring. She smiled, then uncrossed her legs, giving me a clear view of her pink panties. I felt myself getting wet.

If Chelsea noticed any of this she didn’t give any indication of it. She seemed engrossed in the game she was playing with her toys. I did my best to stay engaged with the child, but it was difficult to compete with that display her mother was offering.

Dana picked up a magazine and leafed through it. Slowly her legs began to part, opening up a little more, and then a little more, until there was no question at all that she wanted me to look at her, to look at her crotch. I did, quite happily.

After ten minutes or so, she got up to leave. She slipped on a sweater and picked up her purse. Chelsea and I went to the door with her. Dana leaned down and gave her daughter a kiss on the lips, then gave me a kiss as well, also on the lips. She held my chin in her hand for a moment, looking at my mouth. In her high heels, she was maybe an inch taller than me. She kissed me one more time.

“I won’t be very late,” she said. “I think I’ll come home early tonight. Maybe around 11:00. Or even 10:30. Is that okay?”

“Of course, that’s fine,” I told her. “Whatever you want.”

My pulse was racing. Was this sexy woman planning to come home early for me? So that she and I could… could do what? I shivered with excitement as I imagined the possibilities.

She left. Chelsea and I were alone. It was about 8:00 o’clock. We went and played with her toys again for a while. Then we got up and took the toys into her room and put them away.

Chelsea asked me to tell her another story.

“I liked it when you did that,” the adorable 7-year-old blonde said to me. “That was a really good story. Do you know any other good ones?”

“Uh, well, sure, I can tell you another story if you want.”

“Can we do it in my bed? And be naked again? Both of us?”

I smiled at her. “Of course we can, sweetheart. Anything you want.” I kissed her on the lips.

We took off our clothes and got inside Chelsea’s bed.

Before beginning, I just looked at her, at her pretty blue eyes, at her smooth flat chest, at her pink lips. What I really wanted was to make love with this child, not tell her a bedtime story. Well, maybe tell her a story while I was ravishing her, but it wouldn’t be anything at all like a traditional fairy tale. It would be a story about how much a 12-year-old girl wanted a 7-year-old girl… and that gave me an idea.

“Do you know the story of Hansel and Gretel?” I asked.

“With, um, the breadcrumbs? And the witch?”

“Yeah, that’s the one. So, this story I’m going to tell you is like that, only it’s different.”

“Okay.”

“Once upon a time there were two little girls. They were sisters. The youngest one was 7 years old. She was a very, very pretty little girl with blonde hair and blue eyes. Can you guess what her name was?”

“Chelsea?”

“Wow, good guess! How did you know?”

She giggled and scrunched closer to me.

“And the older girl, the older sister, had brown hair and brown eyes. She was 12 years old, not really grown up yet, but bigger than Chelsea. Her name was……”

“Julie!”

“That’s exactly right! You’re so amazing! How did you ever get so smart?”

“I don’t know,” she grinned.

I leaned over and gave her a nice long kiss on the lips. No tongue, not yet, but a very sexy kiss. Then I continued with my story.

“These little girls lived with their mommy in a small cottage deep inside a dark forest. No one else lived close to them. They had a few animals and their mother grew some fruits and vegetables in a garden, but they almost ever saw anyone else. Still, they were very happy together. They loved each other very much. But there was only one problem. Do you know what that was?”

“No…” Chelsea shook her head.

“Well, the older sister, Julie, really enjoyed going out on long walks through the forest. She loved to look at the trees and the flowers and see the animals, all the birds and the squirrels and sometimes a deer or a fox or some little bunny rabbits. Julie loved her walks, and she always took Chelsea along with her. They had a good time together, finding fun things to see. But the problem was that Julie wanted to go farther each time, stay away longer and explore more of the forest, see things they hadn’t seen before. This began to worry their mother. She was afraid they might get lost someday. So, you know what she did?”

“Gave ‘em some bread?”

“Right, except it wasn’t bread. She gave them cookies instead. What’s your favorite kind of cookies?”

“Um, chocolate chip?”

“That’s my favorite too.” I smiled at her and chucked her chin.

“When Julie and Chelsea went out on their walks, their mom would give them a bag of chocolate chip cookies. She told them to crumble up one of the cookies and leave a bit of it behind them as they were walking, making a trail of cookie crumbs so they could always find their way back home. They could eat the rest of the cookies, but they should always be careful to leave that trail behind them.”

I looked down at Chelsea, making sure I still held her interest with my long story. She smiled back up at me, clearly very involved in it. Or in me, anyway.

“But one day Julie decided to go much farther into the forest than they had ever gone before. She wanted to see something new, find something different. The sisters had been walking so long after a while, they got hungry and they ate up all the cookies in the bag. Now they didn’t have any left to make a trail of crumbs. But Julie said it didn’t matter. She was sure she could find her way back. Except then it began to get dark. And Julie stopped and looked around. She had to admit, she really wasn’t sure where they were, or how to get back. Chelsea wanted to go home. She wanted to see her mommy again. She started to cry. Julie picked her up and held her. She hugged the little girl and kissed her and told her not to worry, that everything would be okay. She would take care of her.”

I reached over to the lamp on a little table beside the bed and switched it off. Now the room was mostly dark. There was still some light coming in through the door from the living room, but it was dusky in Chelsea’s bedroom.

Scooting down in the bed, I put my face close to hers and said, “It got very dark in the forest. Julie and Chelsea were both kind of afraid. But Julie told her sister not to worry, everything would be all right. It was nighttime now and getting cold. They found a little shelter of some branches that had fallen from a tree and they got down inside, huddling together, hugging each other to stay warm. Chelsea wanted her mommy. She almost started to cry again. But she was happy that she had Julie to take care of her. Julie thought it would be a good idea if they kissed each other, closed their eyes and hugged and just kissed and pretended they were home in their bed where they slept together every night and kissed each other in the dark. So that’s what they did. The sisters got very close and hugged and kissed and stayed warm until finally they fell asleep.”

I paused.

“Do you want to kiss like they did?” I whispered to the naked girl. “Pretend we’re two sisters lost in the forest and we have to hug and kiss each other to stay warm and safe?”

“Okay,” she whispered back.

We put our arms around each other in her bed, bringing our mouths together. Chelsea kissed me so wonderfully, so warmly, so erotically — oh my, her kissing alone was almost enough to make me come. She’d obviously had a very good teacher, and a lot of practice!

I kissed her for a long time, but finally decided I’d better go on with the story. I lifted my face away from hers. I was lying on top of her, the little girl’s legs spread apart, my belly pressing into her crotch. If I didn’t stop now, I knew, I might not be able to stop at all.

“Should I finish telling you the story?”

“If you want to.”

She would be just as happy, it seemed, to go on kissing. I would have to, except I was pretty sure the kissing would have led to something else, and I wasn’t quite ready for that. Not yet.

“All right.”

I sat up again and switched on the lamp, bathing us in light. “It was morning. The sisters were safe. They were hungry and they were cold, but they were together and they were safe. The sun was shining down through the trees, beginning to warm them a little. Julie decided which way they should go and they started walking. After a while they came to a house. It was a very old house, not nearly as nice and cute as their little cottage. But maybe somebody lived there who could help them, give them some food, show them the way home. They went up to the door and Julie knocked on it. The door opened. A woman looked out at them, a woman about the same age as their mom. She seemed familiar in a way, like someone the sisters might have seen before, even though they were sure they’d never met her. Unlike their mother, who had blonde hair and blue eyes —”

“Like my mom,” interjected Chelsea.

“That’s right,” I smiled. “The mommy of the girls in this story looked just like your mommy, honey. But this other woman in the very old house in the forest had black hair and very dark eyes. She wasn’t ugly at all, though. In fact, she was pretty, especially when she smiled. The woman invited them inside and led them over to sit by the warm fire in the fireplace. She brought them mugs of hot chocolate to drink, and freshly baked blueberry muffins to eat. Then she sat with them and asked who they were and where they came from. They told her about getting lost in the forest at night. ‘Oh, you poor dears’, she said to them. ‘I’m so sorry you are lost. You are welcome to stay here with me until we find your mommy again. I don’t know of any other houses nearby, but we can go out together and look.’ The woman told the girls that her name was Donna.”

“That’s almost like my mommy’s name.”

“Yes, that’s right, and that’s just what Chelsea thought in my story too. Because her mommy’s name was — do you know what it was? — it was Dana!”

Chelsea grinned at me.

“Anyway, after the sisters had something to eat and got warm by the fire, Donna took them out and they walked all around for hours and hours… but they never found a trace of their little cottage. They couldn’t find anything at all that seemed familiar, or any cookie crumbs on the ground either. That made them sad. At the end of a long day, they went back to Donna’s house with her. She fed them a nice dinner and kept telling the girls they could stay with her and she would take care of them until they found their mommy again. When it was time to go to sleep, Donna told them she had only one bed, and asked if they would mind sleeping in the same bed with her. They said they wouldn’t mind. Julie and Chelsea didn’t have any jammies with them, of course, so Donna let them each wear one of her shirts to sleep in.”

“Or they could sleep naked,” Chelsea suggested.

“Yes, they could have done that. But they didn’t. Not the first night, anyway. The second day after breakfast, they went out and walked around again all day long, but they still didn’t find their cottage. It was the same thing on the third day and the fourth day too. The sisters missed their mommy very much. They felt sad and lonely, although they also felt lucky that they had met Donna and that she was taking such good care of them. They liked her. She was nice and she was pretty and she hugged them and kissed them a lot. But she wasn’t their mommy. She didn’t look like her at all. At night, though, when the girls would get in bed with her to sleep, Donna held them close and they cuddled with her and it felt to Chelsea and Julie almost as if it was their mommy who was holding them. Then on the fifth night, something different happened. Donna said she forgot to do the washing that day and she didn’t have any clean shirts for the girls to wear to bed. They told her that was okay, because at home when they slept in bed with their mommy, they didn’t wear anything at all. They were naked, and their mommy was too.”

I looked down at Chelsea. “Have you heard this story before?” I asked her. “How come you always know what’s going to happen?”

“I don’t know,” she giggled.

“Well, they all agreed it sounded like a good idea to sleep naked, and that’s what they did. And when they hugged and kissed each other that night, it felt even better than it had before, because now there was nothing between them, no shirts or anything in the way, just warm skin on warm skin. They would always kiss at night before they went to sleep, but on this night they kept kissing much longer than before, just because it felt so nice. And then Donna did something else. She took one of her hands and put it down between Julie’s legs and she took her other hand and put it between Chelsea’s legs…”

As I said this, I took Chelsea’s hand in mine and placed it between my legs, pressing her fingers against my pussy. I put my other hand between her legs, cupping her warm little vulva. I knew this was a step way beyond where we’d gone before. But I didn’t feel nervous about it at all. Just very, very excited.

The little girl looked at me, her eyes wide as I continued telling the story, leaving our hands over our pussies. My mouth was close to hers, and my voice was low.

“Chelsea liked the way it felt that night in Donna’s bed. She liked having Donna touch her that way. Then Donna said to Chelsea, ‘Do you know what this is that I’m touching?’ Chelsea said she didn’t know. So Donna told her, ‘These are your other lips, your pussy lips. And just like I can kiss these lips here,’ Donna gave Chelsea a little kiss on the mouth” (I gave the real Chelsea a kiss too) “and said, ‘Just like I can kiss these lips, I can also kiss your other lips, your pussy lips. Would you like that?’ Chelsea told Donna she would like that. Donna turned and asked Julie the same question, and Julie said she also would like to have Donna kiss her pussy lips. So they pushed down the covers and Donna got between Chelsea’s legs and gave her a nice sweet kiss right on her pussy lips. Then she did the same thing with Julie, kissing her pussy lips. And what do you think happened next?”

“I don’t know.”

“Well, Donna looked at them, at the two sisters, in a funny sort of way. She frowned and she said ‘I… I remember something now… an evil magician who came here one day, and… oh, it was awful, he wanted to take me away, make me go with him… but I wouldn’t, I fought him… I cried and said I had to stay and wait for… wait for… so then he cast a spell over me… he changed me, and…’ Donna looked closely at the two girls. She said to them, ‘He said I could never break the spell unless… unless…’ Suddenly she seemed to recall something very important. ‘Julie,’ she said, ‘will you please kiss my pussy lips?’ And Donna moved up on the bed until she had her pussy right in front of Julie’s mouth. ‘Please, Julie,’ said Donna, ‘please kiss my lips.’ So Julie did. She closed her eyes and she put her lips on the dark-haired woman’s pussy lips and kissed her. Then Donna turned to Chelsea. She moved over in front of her. Chelsea looked at the woman. She looked at her pussy. There was curly black hair all around it, but she could see the woman’s lips, her pussy lips. And Donna said, ‘Chelsea, will you please kiss my lips?’ Chelsea didn’t know what to do.”

I paused, and then I asked, “What do you think she should do?”

“She should kiss her pussy lips.”

“Why?”

“Because Donna’s nice to them.”

I lifted the child’s hand away from my crotch and took my other hand away from hers. I raised our hands to our mouths. I kissed her fingers, and she followed my lead, kissing my fingers. We looked into each other’s eyes. I kissed her gently on the mouth. Then I went on with the story.

“Well, that’s just what Chelsea did. She closed her eyes and put her face between Donna’s legs, into the middle of all the curly black hair, and she kissed the woman’s pussy lips. And that’s when the magic happened. Those black hairs that were tickling Chelsea’s face suddenly went away. The little girl opened her eyes. She still saw pussy lips but the hair that was there had disappeared. It was all gone and the pussy lips were smooth. She looked up at the woman and — and her hair wasn’t black any more, it was blonde now! Her eyes weren’t dark, they were blue! It wasn’t Donna she was looking at, it was Dana, her mommy! Her mommy was back!!”

Chelsea’s eyes were shining. She had a big smile on her face.

“So that’s what broke the spell cast by the awful evil magician. It took a very special kiss from Julie and from Chelsea, Mommy’s beautiful daughters, on her pussy lips. When they did that, the spell was broken. Mommy was back — and they weren’t in an old house any more, they were in their own cute little cottage. The girls were so happy, so very happy, and so was their mommy. After that, they always slept in the same bed, they always slept naked, and every night they would always kiss each other’s pussy lips before they fell asleep. And they lived happily ever after.”

Chelsea giggled and hugged me tightly. “That was a good story!” she said.

I brought my mouth to hers and we kissed, warmly and wetly. We kissed for several minutes. I knew it was getting late, though, already well past her bedtime. And I also knew that if I stayed with her too much longer I would badly want to kiss her other lips too. That was okay for a fairy tale, perhaps, but I wasn’t so sure Dana would approve of it in real life.

So I told her it was time for her to go to sleep. I asked her if she needed to tinkle and she said she did. We got up and took care of that, and she brushed her teeth too, then I put her back to bed. I gave Chelsea one more long kiss, said goodnight, and left the room, taking my clothes with me.

In the living room, I sat on the sofa, still naked, and thought about what I had just done. Not only had I french-kissed a 7-year-old girl, not only had I told her a very naughty bedtime story about a pair of sisters kissing their mother’s pussy, but I had also put my hand between her legs, and her hand between my legs! I smiled as I thought about it. I smelled my fingers, the ones that had touched her. I couldn’t smell anything special, and I didn’t think she really had been wet, but I licked the fingers anyway, just in case.

Then I put my clothes back on. I decided not to masturbate, partly because it was already past 10:00 o’clock and Dana had said she might come home early that night, but also because I was hoping when she did come home I might get an orgasm another way — from her!

Continue on to Chapter 75

The Joy of Looking, Chapter 73

  • Posted on May 14, 2015 at 5:21 pm

By Naughty Mommy

“Once upon a time…”

I was sitting with 7-year-old Chelsea in her bed. We were both naked. I was telling her a story before she went to sleep.

“Once upon a time there were three little girls. They were sisters and they lived with their mommy in a big house far out in the country. The three girls were very happy with their mommy. They loved her very much and they knew she loved them too. But sometimes they liked to play a funny game, a game where Mommy would pretend to be mad at her daughters and she would chase them all around and they would run away and try to hide from her. One of the girls, the oldest one, was named Julie. She was 12. The middle sister’s name was, um, Emily. She was 9 years old. And the youngest girl, the cutest one of the three, was only 7. She was very pretty. Her name was Chelsea.”

Chelsea wiggled a little beside me, scooting closer, her warm naked body next to mine. She smiled, “I like this story.”

“So, one night when the little girls were playing on the floor in the living room and it was starting to get late, Mommy told her daughters it was time for them to get ready for bed. But the three girls didn’t want to. They were having too much fun playing and they wanted to stay up instead of going to bed. Mommy asked them a second time to go get themselves ready for bed, but they wouldn’t. So then Mommy stood up, putting her hands on her hips, frowning down at them.”

I imitated that posture while sitting in bed. My comical frown made Chelsea laugh.

“‘If you don’t go and get ready for bed right now’, Mommy told them, ‘I will pounce on you and grab you and eat you all up and there will be nothing left of you!’ She leaned over to grab them, and do you know what the three little girls did then?”

Chelsea shook her head, wide-eyed.

“They jumped up and ran away from their mommy and she started chasing them! The little girls were shrieking, screaming, running fast. Their mommy said, ‘I’m going to get you! I’m gonna grab you and eat you all up!’ The three girls quickly ran into their bedrooms, each of them slamming their door behind them. Their hearts were beating very fast.”

I put my hand over my heart, as though feeling how fast it was beating. Chelsea put her hand over her heart too.

“So, big bad Mommy went up to the first bedroom door, where the oldest girl was. Julie was inside her room, behind the door, leaning against it, trying to keep it closed. Then she decided to stack a few pillows against the door, hoping that would keep her angry mommy out so she wouldn’t come in and eat her up. Do you think that would work, putting pillows behind the door? Would that keep Mommy out?”

“Uh-uh,” Chelsea shook her head.

“Big bad Mommy said, ‘If you don’t open this door right now, I’m going to huff and puff and blow the door down — and then I will come in and eat you all up!’ Julie sat back on the floor, waiting to see what would happen. She heard Mommy say, ‘I’m huffing, I’m puffing, I’m blowing your door down!’ And suddenly the door burst open, the pillows flying away. They didn’t stop her at all. That was silly, trying to use pillows to keep her angry mommy out, wasn’t it?” I looked at Chelsea.

“Uh-huh,” she agreed. “Except their mommy wasn’t really mad at them, was she?”

“No, she wasn’t, honey. This was just a fun game that they played.”

“Good.”

“But big bad Mommy jumped on Julie. She grabbed her and tickled her and pretended she was going to eat her all up, but really she was just hugging her and kissing her. Julie laughed and laughed and pretty soon Mommy stopped tickling her so much, and then her mother’s kisses became nice and soft, and Mommy whispered to Julie, ‘Okay, baby girl, you get ready for bed now. I have to go chase after your sisters.’ ‘Okay, Mommy’, said Julie. She kissed her mom one more time and then Julie started taking off her clothes and getting ready for bed. Meanwhile, Mommy went to the next door down the hall, to Emily’s room.”

“This is a good story,” Chelsea said again. I smiled at her and tweaked her little nose, then leaned over and gave her a quick kiss on the lips.

I continued, “Big bad Mommy went to Emily’s door. It was closed. Behind the door, Emily had piled up some of her dolls and her stuffed animals, thinking that might keep her angry mommy from getting in. Big bad Mommy knocked hard on the door and said, ‘Open up this door! You better open up this door!’ And do you know what Emily said?”

Chelsea grinned, “Not by the hair on my chinny-chin-chin!”

“That’s right,” I laughed, “except she didn’t say chinny-chin-chin, because she didn’t have any hair on her chin, just like you don’t.”

I tickled Chelsea’s chin. She giggled and scrunched up even closer to me. “Emily didn’t have any hair on her chin, or anywhere else on her body, not even on her little cootchie, her pussy. Do you have any hair on your pussy, Chelsea?”

“No,” she grinned, pushing down the covers to show me.

“I know you don’t, and neither did Emily in this story, or her sisters either. So when the big bad mommy said, ‘Open this door’, Emily said, ‘Not by the hair on the top of my head!’”

Chelsea laughed.

“But Mommy said, ‘Then I will huff and I will puff and I will blow your door down!’ She started pretend huffing and puffing and pushed on the door and of course it came open easy. Those dolls and toys didn’t stop her at all. Mommy jumped on top of Emily and played that game like she was eating her up, but really she was just hugging her daughter and tickling her and kissing her a lot. Emily loved it when her mommy did that. And then next, when Mommy was done with Emily, she went to Chelsea’s room.”

I looked down at the little blonde beside me in the bed. Putting on a big fake frown, my hands on my hips, I growled in sort of a deep voice, “You better open this door!”

Chelsea cried, “Not by the hair on my ch— I mean, not by hair on the top of my head!”

“If you don’t open this door,” I growled, “I will huff and I will puff and I will blow the door down!”

Chelsea giggled and hugged me, squeezing me tight, her face pressing against my naked breast.

“But you know what happened?”

“What?”

“Do you know what Chelsea did?”

“Uh-uh, what?”

“Well, Chelsea was much smarter than her sisters. She didn’t use anything silly like pillows or stuffed animals to try to keep her door from opening. She used a big toy chest she had in her room. It was very heavy, but the little girl was strong enough that she could push it over to her door, right up against it. Maybe that would keep the big bad mommy out! Do you think it would?”

“I don’t know.”

“Do you want Chelsea to keep her Mommy out there in the hall, behind the door? Or do you want big bad Mommy to come in and get Chelsea?”

“Um, I don’t know.”

“Do you want Mommy to come in and jump on Chelsea and hug her and kiss her all over and pretend she’s eating her up?”

“Yeah, I do…” she whispered. The child was hugging me, her face on my chest, big blue eyes looking up at me.

In a soft voice, I told her, “So, the big bad mommy huffed and puffed and huffed and puffed and huffed and puffed some more, and then she blew the door down and came in and found her little Chelsea, and she hugged her and kissed her.”

I slid down so I could be closer to the girl. Taking her face in my hands, I whispered, “And while she was kissing her, Mommy took all of Chelsea’s clothes off, so her little girl would be naked. And Mommy hugged her sweet daughter, hugging her and kissing everywhere, kissing her all over. Do you think Chelsea liked that?”

She nodded to me.

I got on top of her in bed, laying my naked body on hers. The tiny child spread her legs. My belly was pressing into her warm crotch. I kissed her and hugged her. Soon we were kissing the way we had the last time I’d babysat for her, tongues inside each other’s mouths, eagerly exploring. I sucked her tongue and she sucked mine. We moaned together, kissing wetly.

After several minutes of this, I pulled away, breathing hard. I looked at the little girl, the 7-year-old blonde I was kissing. Chelsea’s face was flushed, her lips wet. I wanted to fuck her so bad, but I knew I couldn’t do that. What I was doing already with her was way over the line, and yet somehow I wasn’t worried about it. I realized, though, that I could only go so far. For now, anyway.

“Okay, baby,” I whispered, “you should go to sleep now.”

“Okay,” she nodded.

“Let’s get your jammies on.”

“But, can I stay this way tonight? With no jammies? Mommy lets me do that when I sleep in her bed with her.”

“Well, uh…” I was left nearly speechless, dazzled by the vision of little Chelsea sleeping naked with her sexy mom.

Finally I stammered, “Uh, well, I guess, okay, if she does… then I guess so.”

I got slowly out of her bed, feeling feverish with lust. Somehow I managed to think straight enough to ask, “Do you need to tinkle before you go to sleep?”

“Uh-uh.” She turned on her side, facing me, laying her little head on her hands, yawning once, then closing her eyes.

I knelt beside her, softly kissing her cheek. “Okay, goodnight, sweetie.”

“G’night, Miss Julie. Thank you for telling me a story.”

“You’re welcome, precious.” After kissing her cheek once more, I got up, gathered my clothes, and left the room.

I was tempted to stay naked. It felt nice, and I was definitely planning to masturbate anyway, but I decided it might be too much if Dana came home and found me that way. So I put on my socks and my jeans and my sweater, leaving my sneakers off and tucking my bra and panties into my backpack. Then I sat on the sofa and waited about ten minutes, giving Chelsea time to fall asleep.

An hour later, I was exhausted. I’d enjoyed three very strong orgasms, and my hands and the inside of my jeans were soaked. Next time, I told myself, I should put a big towel underneath me so I don’t get my clothes all wet. I really didn’t want to zip my jeans back up when they were so gooey inside, so I took them off and cleaned myself up, then got my panties out of my backpack and put them on. I hung my jeans over a chair in the kitchen, figuring I would put them on again at about 11:30. Hopefully they would be mostly dry by that time.

I looked through the movies Dana had, deciding to watch Legally Blonde. I’d seen it before a few times and liked it.

Dana got home at about 11:45, a few minutes after the movie ended. By then, I had my jeans back on, and they were pretty dry. I wondered, though, if she might still be able to smell my pussy juice. I had made them really wet!

She came in and I got up to greet her. There was that wonderful smile I loved. What a pretty girl she was! Really a woman, of course, at age 27, but Dana was so small and cute, she seemed just like a girl.

She put down her purse and dropped her sweater over it. “Hi, babe. How’d everything go?” she asked.

“Fine, no problems. Your daughter is an angel.”

Dana took my face in her hands. “So are you,” she said gently, looking into my eyes.

And then she kissed me. It was a soft kiss, no tongue or anything, but she held it a long time. She kissed me once, and then she kissed me again, a little harder. My tummy was fluttering with excitement.

When she finally pulled away, Dana seemed embarrassed.

“Sorry,” she giggled. “I couldn’t help it. It’s like, you know, kissing a pretty girl can be really nice at times.”

“I know,” I told her. “I like it too.”

“You do?” Her eyebrows went up.

“Mm-hm,” I nodded. “But, can I tell you something?”

“Sure, honey. Let’s sit down for a minute, okay?” Holding my hand, Dana led me to the small sofa. We sat next to each other.

“Would you like something to drink?” she asked.

“No, I’m okay. But thank you.”

“I want to get some wine before we talk. Is that all right? Do you have time to stay for a little while?”

“Sure, it’s fine.”

She got up and returned a minute later with a glass of white wine. As she sat, she smoothed her dress over her thighs, actually tugging it up some when she crossed her legs. She smiled at me. “So, what did you want to tell me?”

“Well, um,” I swallowed, “when I, when I was putting Chelsea to bed, both this time and last time too, when I gave her a kiss, a goodnight kiss, I mean, she, um, the way she kissed me, well, you know, it was…” I trailed off.

“I know what you mean.” Dana patted my knee reassuringly. She left her hand there. She didn’t say anything else, just looked into my eyes.

“And I…” I went on, “I mean, she told me that, that she learned how to kiss that way, from you.”

“That’s right, she did,” the woman nodded. She didn’t seem a bit embarrassed about admitting that.

“Oh, okay. Well, I just wanted you to know. I mean, I wanted you to know that I knew about it, and that, that I think it’s okay. That it’s fine.” I felt sort of silly telling her it was fine, as if I was in any position to give her parenting advice. But that’s what I said. Then I added, “I hope you don’t mind my saying that.”

“No, of course not, honey,” she patted my leg again, her hand moving up to my thigh. “We’re friends, and you can tell me anything.”

“Good,” I smiled. “But, um, can I ask you something?”

“Sure, sweetie.” She took a big drink of her wine, then gave me that magnificent smile again.

“Well, uh…”

Then I surprised myself. I was thinking I would ask her why she taught her daughter to kiss that way, or when they had started or something like that, but I didn’t. Instead I suddenly leaned in and kissed Dana. I brought my face up close and put my lips on hers. I opened my mouth and teased her lips with my tongue. She opened her mouth too and we kissed deliciously and wetly.

At length I ended the kiss and drew my face back. She was smiling at me.

“Sorry,” I joked, “I couldn’t help it.”

We laughed together. Then she asked, “Does your mom know you kiss girls that way?”

“Uh-huh. She, um… she, like, taught me to do it that way.”

“Oh, I see,” she grinned. “So, I guess I’m not the only one.”

“No, I don’t think so,” I smiled. “I think maybe lots of other moms do that.”

“Maybe.”

We sat for a minute, just looking at each other. She took another drink of wine. I wondered if we would kiss again or possibly do something more.

But then she said, “Could you come back tomorrow night, Julie? And babysit for Chelsea again? I, there’s something I need to do. I won’t be gone that long, though. Can you?”

“Yeah, I could,” I told her. “Sure. What time?”

“Uh, why don’t you come over about 8:00… and like I said, I won’t be gone long, I’ll be back by around 9:30. But maybe you can stay a little while after that so you and I can talk some more, like we did tonight, okay?”

The look in her eyes when she said ‘talk’ made me sure she intended more than that. My pussy tingled. “Okay, that’s fine, 8 o’clock,” I nodded.

I was thinking to myself that this meant I wouldn’t have a chance for Saturday evening fun with my mom and Kate, unless we did something late at night — but on the other hand, it could mean a new kind of fun with Chelsea and Dana. Who knew what might happen?

“Good.” She patted my leg once more, her small hand moving even higher up my thigh. She gave me a little squeeze there and then leaned in for another kiss. This one was short and soft, with her mouth closed, but very sweet and promising. My pussy throbbed. I knew it had to be soaking wet again.

After the kiss, Dana took a final swig of her wine, emptying the glass. Then she stood up. She went to her purse and took out $60.

“I really wish I could give you more,” she said as she handed the cash to me. Her look was so plaintive, so yearning for approval it almost broke my heart.

I hugged her. “It’s okay. It’s plenty. But you don’t have to give me anything if you can’t afford it. I mean that, I’ll take care of her for nothing.”

“Oh, honey, you’re so sweet.” We were still hugging. She rubbed my bottom. It felt nice.

Dana held me out at arm’s length. “You take the money,” she said softly. “You’ve earned it. And I’ll see you tomorrow night.”

“Okay.”

I called my mom and ten minutes later she was there to take me home. As we were driving, I said, “Dana asked if I could sit for her again tomorrow night, at 8 o’clock. I said I could. Is that all right?”

“Sure, it’s fine, sweetheart,” my mother smiled. “I didn’t have any special plans. Do you like working for her?”

“Yeah, um, she’s really nice. And really pretty too.”

“Yes, she is. Has she kissed you yet?”

I looked at my mom, surprised by the question.

She chuckled, “It’s perfectly obvious to me, honey. Of course she wants to kiss you. And why wouldn’t she? You’re a very sexy and desirable girl.”

“I am?”

“Yes, you are. I see women all the time looking at you, admiring you. Men too, of course.”

“Yuck.”

That made her laugh.

As we pulled into the garage and she shut off the engine, Mommy said, “It’s late, but maybe we can see if Katie is still awake and wants to play around with us for a while. Would you like that?”

“Yeah, I would,” I smiled.

So, we went upstairs and into my sister’s room. She was still awake, listening to Tatu with her headphones on and looking at a sports magazine, a special issue on female athletes. When she saw us, she took off the headphones, giving us a big smile.

The three of us then went to our mother’s bedroom where we pleasured each other’s bodies with our mouths and tongues and fingers until almost 2:00 in the morning. Finally, after we’d all enjoyed several tremendous orgasms, Mommy told us we needed to get some sleep. But she let us stay in her bed.

I was as happy as I could be, cuddling close to my wonderful mom, her warm naked body next to mine, our skin still slightly damp from all our exertions, our pussies still tingling. My sister was snuggled up on the other side, that little chipmunk face I adored smiling at me just before I fell asleep.

* * *

When I arrived at Dana’s apartment the next evening, I found her wearing shorts and a t-shirt. She wasn’t really dressed to go out. Of course, what she’d told me the night before was that she had ‘something’ she needed to do and wouldn’t be gone long, so apparently it wasn’t a date or anything.

Anyway, I went inside and Chelsea came running out to greet me. I picked her up, giving her a big hug and getting a nice long kiss on the lips from her. Dana kissed me too, on the mouth, while I was still holding Chelsea. That was arousing.

Dana got her stuff together, leaving a few minutes later, saying she probably would be back within an hour and that I shouldn’t worry about getting Chelsea ready for bed. She would take care of that herself. As she went out the door, she gave me another sweet kiss.

Since it didn’t seem like Dana would be gone for very long, I decided not to try anything racy with her daughter that night. There would be plenty of other opportunities for that, I hoped. Chelsea took me to her room where she had her dolls and stuffed animals arrayed in a big circle on the floor. She said they were in school and she was the teacher. We played that game happily until her mom got home.

* * *

“I’ve got treats for you!” Dana sang out as she came through the door. Chelsea ran to see what she’d brought, and I followed.

It was ice cream sundaes for each of us. Actually, not ice cream, but frozen yogurt from TCBY. They were delicious. We sat together around their little kitchen table, gobbling up the treats, smiling and giggling at each other.

When we were finished, I got up and said, “Thank you very much for the sundae, Dana. It was really good. I’ll call my mom now.”

“No, um, well,” Dana began, “if it’s all right, honey, I was thinking maybe you could stay a little longer. You could help me, you know, get Chelsea ready for bed. I’ll pay you for it, of course.”

“You don’t have to do that,” I told her. “I’m glad to stay and help, but you don’t have to pay me anything for it. I like being with you guys.”

“Good.” She got to her feet, flashing that radiant smile, and gave me a warm hug.

We went to Chelsea’s room. I helped pick up the dolls and things and put them back where they belonged. I expected the next thing after that would be to put Chelsea’s jammies on her, or maybe take her in to brush her teeth. But instead, Dana said, “Do you want to sleep in Mommy’s bed tonight, baby?”

“Yeah, I do!” The little girl bounced excitedly up and down.

“Okay, let’s go in there.”

Like the other rooms in the apartment, Dana’s bedroom was tiny and cramped. A chest of drawers, a small vanity and a double bed pretty much filled the space.

I stood and watched as Dana sat on the bed with her daughter and started taking off her clothes. The child was wearing a lavender long-sleeved turtleneck, tight-fitting, and a ruffle skirt, the same one she’d had on the night before. I’d noticed while we were playing that the turtleneck was thin enough and tight enough to let me see the points of the 7-year-old’s tiny nipples. I liked that.

Dana pulled the shirt over Chelsea’s head. Now I could see her bare chest again. So nice and flat and smooth. Chelsea lay on her back, allowing her mom to pull off the skirt and her white panties too. Dana leaned over and kissed her little girl, lying naked on the bed. It made my pussy tingle to see them kissing that way.

Then she asked, “Would you like Miss Julie to give you a goodnight kiss now?”

“Yes please,” Chelsea nodded, looking up at me.

Suddenly I was feeling very nervous. Dana knew I had kissed Chelsea before, that I had kissed her using my tongue, because I’d told her about it. But it was one thing to talk about it in the abstract, and another thing to do it right in front of her! Maybe, though, this one would be just a normal goodnight kiss. A nice kiss on the lips from the little girl, but nothing else. Maybe that’s all it would be.

It wasn’t.

As I leaned over, the naked young blonde put her arms around me and pulled my mouth to hers. Her lips parted. Mine did too. We kissed as wetly and sensually as we had before. I heard myself moaning as I sucked on her tongue and I could hear her moaning too. But someone else was moaning as well. It was Dana.

When I ended the kiss. I pulled away and looked at Chelsea’s mom. Her face was flushed. She was breathing hard and licking her lips. She looked very turned on.

“Okay, uh…” Dana began in a hoarse voice. “I… I need to talk with Miss Julie for a few minutes, and then I’ll come and get in bed with you. All right, little baby?”

“Okay, Mommy.”

I stood up, watching as the nude 7-year-old girl climbed under the covers.

“G’night, Miss Julie,” Chelsea smiled. “Thank you for playing with me.”

“Goodnight, honey,” I said, blowing her another kiss. “Sleep tight.”

Dana and I went out, leaving the door open just a crack. In the living room, we sat down on the sofa side by side, not saying anything for half a minute or so. She seemed to be trying to regain her composure.

Finally, in a soft voice, she said, “Julie, you and and I are friends, right?”

“Yeah, I guess. I mean, I hope so.” That seemed like a dumb response, but it was what I said.

“Do you think it’s bad that I taught her to kiss that way?” Her head was down, looking at her hands in her lap.

“No, um, like I said before, I think it’s fine. And, well, you know, my mom kisses me that way too sometimes.”

“Does she?” The woman looked up at me.

“Yeah, um, I mean, maybe I shouldn’t tell you that, but, but if we’re friends, and you don’t tell anyone else…”

“No, of course, I wouldn’t.” She turned quickly to me, taking my hands in hers, gazing earnestly into my eyes.

I looked at her face, at her beautiful blue eyes, her full red lips. My heart was pounding. I wanted to kiss her, and do more than just kiss her. I wanted to make love with her, go into her bedroom, get in bed with Chelsea, and make love with both of them at the same time!

We looked at each other a moment longer, the air between us crackling with electric tension.

Dana licked her lips. She was breathing hard again. Shaking her head slightly, she said, “I… I never knew how it would feel to see her kiss another girl, like, like the way she was kissing you just now. I’m sorry, I hope it doesn’t upset you, Julie, but I, I have to say, it got me really excited. Do you think that’s bad?”

Part of me wondered why a 27-year-old woman would be asking a 12-year-old girl for advice on morals. I didn’t think I was any kind of an expert.

I shrugged my shoulders and said, “I, no, I mean, it’s not bad. You can’t help it if it gets you excited. And I don’t think it’s wrong anyway. If a mom and girl love each other, then, you know, why not?”

That didn’t sound very brilliant to me, but it did appear to make her feel better. She smiled at me, squeezing my hands. “Thank you. You are a good friend.”

We didn’t kiss again. Not right then. Dana took a deep breath and let it out. Then she got up from the sofa. “Could you come back again next Friday? And babysit? Would that be all right?”

I got up too. “Yeah, um, I think so. Sure.”

“Good, I’ll call you later this week and let you know what time.”

“Okay. I’ll call my mom now.”

***

I was home by about 10:15. Kate was still up, of course. Mommy took us to her bedroom where we got undressed and watched some lesbian porn on her laptop and then started making love.

It was so awesome. All three of us now could do everything we wanted with each other. We had fingers in pussies and tongues on clits and mouths sucking nipples. We came on each other’s faces, we came in each other’s mouths, and we came pussy to pussy, fucking each other.

After a couple of hours, Mommy went to get Molly. She brought her to us totally naked this time. My baby sister sucked on our nipples, going from one to the other, crawling across our nude bodies as the three of us lay side by side on the bed. We masturbated and she sucked our tits, and after we’d each had at least one more orgasm, our mother finally turned out the light and we fell asleep that way.

This was the first time all four of us had slept in the same bed. It was a little crowded, but I didn’t mind at all being so close to my mom and to my sisters, all of us naked together, such a happy little family.

Continue on to Chapter 74

The Joy of Looking, Chapter 72

  • Posted on May 14, 2015 at 5:16 pm

By Naughty Mommy

When I woke up the next morning, Sunday morning, I was already wet.

I’d been having a super sexy dream about being together with a lot of little girls, all of them naked, all of them kissing me and touching me. In my dream the girls kept changing from some of the ones I’d met in Vermont to some of the kids who’d been at Molly’s sleepover. Chelsea was in the dream part of the time too, kissing me with her tongue the way she had that night when I was babysitting for her.

After quickly getting up and going to the bathroom, I got back in bed and started rubbing myself, remembering the dream and the deliciously dirty things it contained. I thought about all the cute girls at the slumber party and the way my mom and I had fantasized about having sex with them. I thought about how amazing it had been to lick the little girls, the youngest ones, during the orgy and how nice it felt to have them lick me. I thought some more about Chelsea and her pretty mother, Dana, and I wondered if anything else would ever happen with them.

I actually ended up thinking more than masturbating that morning. I rubbed my pussy for a while, and it felt great, of course, but I didn’t quite reach a climax. That was okay, I’d had plenty the night before with my mom and Kate!

A few minutes later, while I was taking a shower, I started thinking about something else. I remembered a conversation I’d had with myself while we were on our trip, how I’d pondered what it meant to be in a romantic relationship with my mother and yet at the same time to have desires for other girls and women, including my sisters, and sometimes to act on those desires.

If I had sex with others, and my mom did too, what did that mean in terms of our commitment to each other? I’d intended to talk with my mother about it, but hadn’t yet had the chance. Today seemed like a good day to do that.

It was April now, and getting warmer outside. I put on a pair of shorts and tennis shoes and a little sleeveless blouse without a bra. Then I went downstairs for breakfast.

I found Mommy and Molly in the kitchen. Mom was drinking coffee and looking at the newspaper, and Molly was eating a bowl of cereal. I got some cereal myself and sat down with them.

“Hey, sugar,” my mother leaned over and gave me a kiss on the cheek. “Would you like me to make you anything else?”

“No, this is fine.”

“Are you sure? Do you want some toast? Maybe an English muffin?”

“Um, okay, toast would be good, I guess.”

She fixed me a piece of toast while Molly and I talked about horses. I wasn’t very interested in horses, but since my mom had started taking Molly riding a few times, that had become my little sister’s newest fascination.

About the time I finished eating, Kate came into the kitchen. She looked a bit tired but very happy. Mommy gave her a big squeeze and a long kiss on the lips. I liked seeing them that way, so close, hugging and kissing each other. It made my pussy feel warm inside.

A half hour later, after I’d helped my mom clean up the breakfast dishes, I asked her if she and I could go on a walk together that day.

“Sure,” she said. “I was planning to go to the gym with Katie this afternoon, after lunch. But we can take a walk now if you want to.”

My mother liked going for long walks around our neighborhood for exercise on the weekends, and sometimes she would jog too. Often when she walked, she would take one of us girls with her. It was a good opportunity for uninterrupted conversations. Occasionally all three of us would walk with her, but usually just one at a time. That way Mommy could spend private time with each of us, finding out what was going on inside our heads and in our lives.

We strolled along together, holding hands. “Was there something you wanted to talk about, little girl?” she asked.

“Yeah, there was.”

I waited a minute before continuing, trying to figure out exactly what it was I wanted to say. My mom didn’t interrupt, giving me time to think.

“Mommy, would you say that you and me are, like, in a relationship now?”

“What do you mean by a relationship?”

“Well, I mean, do we have sort of a connection, um, a commitment? I mean, not only mother and daughter, and not just like lovers, you know, someone to have sex with, but really in a committed relationship. Like girlfriends, or maybe even more than that, I guess.”

“Why do you ask?”

“Because I was thinking about what it means if I’m in a relationship with you, like a committed partnership or something, but at the same time I also want to have sex with other girls. And I do have sex with them, like with Kate last night. Or with all the girls and their moms in Vermont. But if I’m supposed to be committed to you, romantically, and if you are to me, what does it mean when we have sex with other girls? Is that okay?”

She squeezed my hand as we walked.

“Those are very good questions, Julie. That’s one of the things I love about you, that you think carefully about things, you work them over in your mind, and then you’re able to formulate questions that will really make me think. I appreciate that.”

“You’re welcome, I guess,” I grinned.

“But before I give you my answer, I’d like you to give me yours first. What do you think it means if you and I are committed to each other romantically, and yet we also have other partners sometimes, sexual partners?”

“Um…”

I thought again. Then I said, “Maybe it means we both know that each other comes first. That you and me are sort of, like, at a higher level or something with each other, but we also know it’s fine for us to be with other girls if we want to, just for fun. Or maybe even more than fun sometimes, because with Kate, or if I was with Molly, it’s about love, too, and not only sex.”

We stopped walking. My mother turned and faced me, taking both of my hands in hers. We were standing beside a tall hedge on a quiet street in our residential neighborhood. There were houses nearby, but no one was outside.

Mommy raised my hands to her mouth, kissing my fingers. Then she leaned in and kissed me very gently on the lips. She didn’t say anything, but gazed steadily into my eyes.

“What was that kiss for?” I asked in a soft voice.

“Because I love you.” My mother took a deep breath. She was trembling slightly, her voice quavering. “Because I am the luckiest woman in the world, and the happiest.”

I could see tears glistening in her eyes. I smiled at her.

She leaned in and kissed me again, but this time the kiss lasted a little longer, her lips lingering moistly and warmly on my mouth. Then she seemed to realize where we were. She pulled back, straightened up, and winked at me. We resumed our walk.

After clearing her throat. Mommy said, “When you mentioned that with Kate and with Molly it’s about love and not just sex, that really touched me, honey. It’s how I feel too. I love sex, I love girls and women. I can never get enough of fucking hot women like Carla or cute girls like Danni. But when I’m with someone I deeply love, like you and Kate, and maybe soon with Molly” — she squeezed my hand — “then the connection is even deeper, even better.”

I looked up at her and nodded, loving her.

We were quiet for a while after that, just walking together, enjoying the spring day. The air was warm, birds were singing, I smelled new-mown grass. I was very happy.

“So, what do you think?” she finally asked. “Have we answered your question? About the meaning of our commitment?”

“Yeah, I think so. Except, is it, like, for a long time? Are we, you and me, is this permanent?”

Her smile broadened. We were walking along fairly fast. My mother had her shoulders back, her chest held out. She was wearing a bra beneath her tight-fitting shirt, but it did nothing to conceal her erect nipples.

“I really hope it is permanent, honey. I hope you and I will always be as we are now, lovers in love, committed to each other romantically while also enjoying the pleasures around us. How does that sound to you?”

“It sounds great.”

When we got home, Mommy told Kate that she had forgotten she needed a few things from the store for lunch. She asked my sister if she would mind running down to the shopping center that was about ten minutes away, and suggested she take Molly with her since it was such a nice day outside. She gave her a list and a little money.

I think Kate knew what was up. She leered at me, sticking her tongue out suggestively. But she happily took Molly with her and they went off together on the errand.

That gave us a half hour or so.

We went quickly up to my bedroom. My mother pulled down my shorts and panties, removing them, tossing them aside. She left my blouse on and my shoes and socks too. Sitting me on the bed, she knelt in front of me, pushed my thighs apart, and began licking me. I settled back, closing my eyes, enjoying the delicious pleasure of having my lover, my mom, lick and suck my pussy.

* * *

Dana Frederiksen called on Tuesday night, making sure I was still available to sit for Chelsea on Friday. I told her I was and that I was looking forward to it, which was definitely true. Would I get to kiss little Chelsea that way again? Would her mom give me a nice hug and kiss like she had before? I couldn’t wait to find out!

Mommy drove me over there at 7:00. She walked me up to the door but said she wasn’t planning to go inside. Dana insisted, however, practically dragging her in, and then bringing a glass of wine for her and some juice for me. Chelsea came running out from her bedroom this time to greet me.

“Hi, Miss Julie!” She leaped into my arms, giving me a tight hug. Then she sat on my lap and we listened while the adults chatted.

Dana and my mom talked for about fifteen minutes, drinking their wine. Mostly they were discussing Dana’s job, how it was sort of dead end and what else she might like to do and what sort of training and stuff she would need to improve her situation.

Chelsea was full of energy, bouncing on my lap, rubbing her warm little body against mine. She was in a short ruffle skirt that pulled up as she wiggled on me, letting all three of us see her pink panties. It was making me wet.

My mother left and Dana got ready to go. In the flat shoes she had on that night, she was a couple inches shorter than me. I noticed she was wearing less makeup too, making her appear even younger than she already looked. She was in a girly A-line dress that came to about mid-thigh. It was loose-fitting and low-cut, showing quite a lot of her nearly flat chest. The whole outfit made her seem like she was about 11 years old. An extremely seductive 11 years old.

We walked Dana to the door. She picked up her daughter and they shared a long kiss. Just lips on lips, no tongue, but a much longer kiss than you would ever expect between mother and daughter. Now I was really getting wet!

Dana gave me a nice kiss too before she left. A kiss right on the lips, same as the last time. I’d never received anything like that from Elaine Gallagher. Not that I especially wanted Elaine to kiss me since she didn’t turn me on the way Dana did, but it was interesting.

“Bye, honey,” said the cute blonde as she patted my cheek, “I’ll be home around midnight or so, I think.”

‘Home’, she said to me, almost as if I lived with her. The woman sure seemed to like me a lot, and I liked her too. Where would it all lead?

The door closed behind her and I stood there for a minute, holding Chelsea’s hand. I could still smell Dana’s perfume, could feel the tingle of her lips kissing mine, the warmth of her caress on my cheek. And now I could spend a couple of hours fooling around with her 7-year-old daughter. Ooh, what a lucky girl I was!

Between the effects of having Chelsea bounce on my lap, letting us see her panties, and the alluring way Dana was dressed that night and how she’d kissed her little girl and kissed me too, I was feeling extremely aroused. I wanted to masturbate and give myself an orgasm, but I couldn’t very well do that until after Chelsea was in bed asleep. So instead I decided to take things to another level.

When I’d sat for Chelsea the time before, I hadn’t really done anything naughty with her. This time would be different.

“You want to play dress up?” I asked her. “Want to try on some big girl clothes?”

“Okay!”

We went to her mother’s bedroom. I looked through the chest of drawers, picking out several pairs of sexy panties and some little bras too. Dana’s bras were about the same size as mine, probably an AA-cup. We found a couple of mini-skirts in another drawer, and some tiny crop tops as well. From her closet we got a few pairs of high heels. Then we took the things to Chelsea’s room.

“Which ones do you want to try first?” I asked her.

The 7-year-old picked up a pair of lacy red hipster undies, very brief and mostly sheer. “I like these.”

“Okay. Those would look nice on you,” I told her. “Show me the skirts you have. Do you have any little mini-skirts? Maybe red or black?”

“Sure!” She opened up a drawer, pulling out half a dozen tiny skirts.

The red skirt she showed me was too long for the effect I was going for, and she didn’t own a black skirt. But I found another that seemed just right, fairly tight-fitting and very short. It was light gray.

“And now for a top to go with it, how about this?” I held up one of Dana’s crop tops. It was red and white, and extremely brief. I couldn’t imagine her ever wearing it out of the house, but who knows, maybe she did.

Chelsea liked what we’d selected. She sat on the carpet and excitedly began undressing, pulling off her tennis shoes and her little socks. As I’d hoped, she didn’t seem a bit concerned about modesty. I helped her tug her tight-fitting shirt up over her head and off, leaving her chest bare. Then she stood and pulled down the ruffle skirt she was wearing, which had a simple elastic waistband, and lastly her pink panties. Now she was naked.

Her clothes were in a pile on the floor. Next to them stood an exceptionally beautiful young girl, all smooth white skin with not a trace of hair anywhere except for the sandy blonde curls that framed her adorable face. Those big blue eyes, long eyelashes, her pouty pink lips — actually two pairs of pouty lips. Oh my god, so desirable.

She stepped into the red panties, pulling them up. The child was short like her mom and had no hips at all, of course, so the undies didn’t fit her as snugly as they would fit Dana, but they looked great on her. She turned and showed me the back, her little cheeks peeking out.

Chelsea gazed at her reflection in the mirror on her closet door. “I like these,” she said again, fingering the lace trim. I squeezed my thighs together, stimulating my clit as I studied the girl.

Next she put on the crop top, and then the gray mini-skirt I’d chosen. The final touch was a pair of her mother’s black pumps with three-inch heels. Dana’s shoes were such a small size I didn’t think I could wear them, but Chelsea could. She actually seemed quite comfortable in them, as if she must have played this game before, parading around in her mom’s high heels.

“How about you, Miss Julie?” she asked. “What are you gonna wear?”

“Oh, uh, you want me to try something on too?”

“Yeah, I do!”

“Okay, well…” I sorted through the things we’d brought in, picking out a baby blue panty and bra set, very thin and delicate.

“Let me put these on first,” I said to Chelsea, “and then we’ll see if we can find one of your mom’s dresses that would look good on me. Okay?”

She nodded happily, waiting for me to undress. I was wearing jeans and a loose pink V-neck sweater over my bra and panties, which were both white. I’d already taken off my sneakers, leaving them in the living room. While sitting on the floor, I pulled off my socks and my sweater, tossing them on Chelsea’s bed. Then I stood and opened my jeans, pulling them down and off.

Next would be my bra and then my panties. I wondered what Chelsea would do, what she would think, how she might react to seeing her babysitter, a 12-year-old girl, getting naked in front of her.

She had almost no reaction at first, outwardly, at least. I took off my bra and put it on the bed, then pulled down my undies and stepped out of them. The crotch was very wet. Because my panties were white, the moisture wasn’t all that obvious, but if you knew what you were looking for it was plain enough to see. When I laid the undies on the bed, I made sure to leave the crotch and the wet spot exposed, hoping Chelsea might say something to me about it. But she didn’t.

She did say something else, though.

“You don’t have any hair yet,” she commented, pointing at my crotch.

“Um, well, yeah, I do, sort of, a little anyway.” I could feel that I was blushing, but I smiled at the little girl, trying to be nonchalant. “Except I shaved it off.”

“You did?”

“Uh-huh.”

“How come?”

“Um, uh, well… I guess I just like how it looks this way.”

“Mommy shaves hers too. She does it when we take a bath. After I get out she shaves, like, under her arms and then her legs and then, and then that part too.” She pointed to my crotch again.

“This is called your pussy,” I told her. “Does your mommy ever call hers that?”

“No. She calls it her cootchie. But I like pussy,” she smiled, “that’s a nice word.”

We stood for a moment. Chelsea looked at me, at my shaved pussy, and then up at my breasts with their puffy pink nipples. She licked her lips.

I was so wet by now I was almost sure she could see it, or maybe even smell it. Again, I tried to act like it was no big deal, though. I picked up the baby blue undies I’d left on the floor and stepped into them. As I pulled them up, I realized that they definitely were going to get stained by my juices. Eventually they would dry, of course, but a mark might still be visible. Would Dana notice?

After the panties were on, I slipped into the little bra, asking Chelsea to hook it for me in the back. I could have done it myself, but I wanted her involvement. I wanted her to be close to me. Then we went back into her mother’s room to find a dress for me to wear.

We chose a short sleeveless royal blue dress, glittering with sequins. It looked like something a stripper might wear. In fact, a lot of the dresses and things Dana had looked that way. I started wondering what that could mean.

Standing in front of the mirror in Dana’s bedroom, I tried on the dress. Chelsea zipped it up for me. The dress was stretchy, super tight, and exceedingly short, barely covering my bottom. I’d found a pair of backless heels in the closet, like slippers, that I could fit into, and I put those on too. The final effect was electric. I’d never seen myself looking quite so aggressively sexy, not even in the garter and stockings I’d modeled at Victoria’s Secret one night.

I loved how I looked, and how it made me feel. I kept turning back and forth, staring at my reflection. Chelsea came and stood next to me. We held hands, and then we began to strike a series of provocative poses.

Gradually our poses became more and more explicit, bending over and pulling up hems to show our behinds, lifting a knee to reveal our crotches, arching our backs and licking our lips… soon we were grabbing each other, pressing our bodies together, both of us looking into the mirror to admire the erotic images we created.

What did Chelsea think of all this? Was it just a game for her? A bit of naughty fun that really didn’t mean much? Or was it possible she was becoming as aroused by what she saw in the mirror as I was?

As I thought about that, I realized that Chelsea’s suggestive poses seemed to come easily to her, as if she had been trained to do them and had quite a bit of practice at it. It reminded me of the way she walked so comfortably in the high heels, certainly as well as I could, if not better.

I just kept getting wetter and wetter. A few times as we were posing I’d been able to see a dark spot in the center of the blue undies I was wearing. A big dark spot. I wondered if Chelsea had noticed that too. If she did, she didn’t say anything.

“What do you want to do now?” I asked, as we ran out of poses to try. “Maybe put on some different outfits?”

She shook her head. “Uh-uh. I want you to tell me a story.”

“Oh, okay. You mean read you a story?”

“No, I mean just tell me one. Not read it.”

“All right, I guess I can do that. But, um…”

I looked at the clock radio on Dana’s bedside table. It was nearly 8:30. “Let’s get you ready for bed first, okay? Then I’ll get in bed with you and I’ll tell you a nice long story before you go to sleep. How’s that sound?”

“Good!”

So, we took off our sexy clothes and put everything back where we’d gotten it. The wet spot in the undies I’d been wearing was very noticeable. Again, Chelsea didn’t comment on it, if she even saw it. But I wondered what Dana might think if she took the panties from her drawer later and detected the stain I’d left in them. Would she have any notion where it could have come from?

I suggested to Chelsea that it would be fun to leave our clothes off and get into bed together naked. I would tell her the story that way, and when she was ready for sleep, she could put on some jammies. She liked that idea.

She brushed her teeth and we got in bed. We were sitting side by side, propped up on her pillows, a naked 12-year-old and a naked 7-year-old with the covers at our waists. I knew I was taking a chance, definitely pushing the envelope, but at the same time I was completely confident that Dana would not be upset by this were she to learn about it. I don’t know how I knew that, but I did.

I looked at Chelsea for a minute before beginning my story. She was so pretty, such a lovely little blonde girl, all sweetness and purity and yet with an unmistakable air of worldliness and experience about her. Quite the combination.

Then I compared our chests. My breasts were still small, of course (as they are today; I got stuck with the smallest tits in the family, only an A cup), and Chelsea had nothing at all but flat pink nipples. Not even any puffiness there yet. She saw me looking at her and she looked at my little boobies too. She didn’t say anything, just smiled up at me.

“Okay,” I began, “let me tell you a story.”

Continue on to Chapter 73

The Joy of Looking, Chapter 71

  • Posted on May 14, 2015 at 5:03 pm

By Naughty Mommy

In this chapter, I’m going to do the same thing, continue telling the story of that wonderful night using my mom’s words and my sister’s too, in addition to my own.

You will remember that I was on top of my sister Kate, in a ‘69’ position. She licked me and Mommy fucked me with her finger, and I had a very loud orgasm. That’s where we were.

Okay, here we go…


SUZANNE:

Now I was masturbating again. After Julie finished climaxing, I stood up, removing my finger from her pussy and putting it in my mouth, tasting her. Immediately I saw her bury her face in her sister’s crotch, licking and sucking her — and Katie responded eagerly to her, crying out, throwing her legs open, begging Julie to make her come.

I wanted to come too. I rubbed my clit and slid a finger up inside my cunt, excitedly masturbating as I stood naked in our family room and watched my pre-teen daughters having lesbian sex.

KATE:

It took a little while for me to cum. Julie was licking me really nicely and it felt so great, so awesome, and I wanted it to happen it right away. But I was kind of nervous too, since this was only my first time. I tried to close my eyes and not think too much about it, just feel everything.

Then I heard Mommy saying stuff like, “Lick her pussy! Lick your sister’s pussy!”

I opened my eyes and looked at her. She had stood up and was watching Julie lick me. She was masturbating too, rubbing her own pussy and talking to herself the way she does when she gets really excited. I had thought that maybe closing my eyes would help me relax and cum faster, but what really did it for me was seeing my mom that way, so totally turned on, fucking her cunt with her fingers while she looked at me and Julie having sex.

JULIE:

It didn’t seem to me that it took Katie very long. But I don’t know, I was just so into it, shoving my mouth and my tongue and my face into her little pussy, licking her everywhere, sucking her, tasting her, putting my finger inside her too. I was going crazy on her. Sometimes I could take things slower when I wanted to, but right then I was rabid with lust. I couldn’t slow down. I had to suck her and lick her and fuck her and make her come!

SUZANNE:

Seeing Julie lose herself that way was tremendously exciting. Often she could be very controlled, composed, self-contained — but in that moment it seemed she had fully abandoned herself to her desires, and it was intensely arousing for me to watch her attack her sister’s pussy with her mouth and fingers.

JULIE:

When Katie came, I was so happy! It was something I had wanted for the longest time. We had masturbated together on many occasions, of course, and I had watched her climax, and I’d even brought her with my hand a couple of times.

But now to have my face right there between her legs, to be sucking her clit, seeing my finger pumping in and out of her vagina, and to feel her shuddering beneath me, hearing her squeal, knowing that she was having an orgasm and that I had given it to her, that I had licked my little sister’s cunt and sucked her clit and made her come, that was just the greatest.

KATE:

Man, it was so hot having Julie lick me and watching my mom masturbate at the same time. When I heard all the stuff Mommy was saying and I saw how turned on she was and I knew she was really excited because she got to see her own daughters having sex in front of her, then I let go. Maybe it’s also because I still thought what we were doing was bad in a way, that it was wrong or something, and that made it seem even hotter to me. Anyway, I had this totally awesome cum in Julie’s mouth. We’ve done it a whole lot of times since then, but I’ll always remember our first time. I love my sister so much.

SUZANNE:

Both of my girls had climaxed and now I was too. As I watched Kate reach orgasm with Julie feverishly licking her, I brought myself as well. I can’t remember what I said, or if I said anything, but Kate seems to think I did and she’s probably right. When I get that way, so wildly excited, sometimes all those dirty words just come pouring out of my mouth. I can’t help it!

JULIE:

Mommy didn’t let us rest at all. As soon as Kate finished coming in my mouth, and after she’d had her own orgasm too, masturbating while she watched us, she quickly got my sister and me to sit up on the sofa, right beside each other, and then she sort of climbed up on us, facing us, holding her tits in front of our faces, demanding that we suck her nipples. We did, each of us taking an erect nipple into our mouths, happily sucking on them. We loved doing that for her. We still do!

SUZANNE:

Unless you are a mother and a lesbian and you’ve had sex with your own daughters, you can’t imagine how wonderful it was for me that evening. To have my own two girls, both naked, both excited, both eager and willing to do whatever I wanted, well, that was the ultimate. Or maybe I should say almost the ultimate, because of course I still wanted to bring little Molly into our circle too. That would happen soon enough.

JULIE:

It’s funny the way Mommy keeps mentioning Molly when she’s writing about that night with me and Kate. I guess she must have been thinking about her a lot. I had the hots for Molly too, as you know, but I was so involved in being with Kate and my mother right then that I wasn’t really thinking about anything else.

KATE:

Mommy loves having sex. I think she mostly loves having sex with us, with her daughters. Sometimes she has other girls or women in her bed, but mostly she seems to like it best when it’s me or Julie or Molly with her. Or all three of us together, even better!

Anyway, that night it was like she couldn’t get enough sex. She watched me cum and I’m pretty sure she came too, rubbing herself, but then right away she wanted more. She had me and Julie sit up on the sofa and got on top of us, shoving her nipples into our mouths. We started sucking on her tits and she started masturbating again. She kept talking dirty the whole time, too, the way she does. It was hot.

JULIE:

I was masturbating as I sucked my mother’s nipple, and she was masturbating and talking dirty to us, but then she put her hands between our legs. She wanted to fuck us with her fingers while we sucked her tits.

SUZANNE:

I know I said this before, but can you imagine how good that felt? How spectacular it was for me? To have my fingers inside these two little pussies at the same time, a pair of very hot, very tight, very juicy vaginas — and to know they were my own daughter’s little pussies I was fucking! While the little girls were sucking my nipples for me! Oh, I was out of this world with lust and excitement.

JULIE:

Mommy started fucking us both, saying things like, “Fucking hot little pussies! Hot little girl pussies!!”

I put my hand between her legs then, touching her wet lips, rubbing her, pushing my fingers in between her swollen labia, reaching for her clit. Apparently Kate had the same idea, because I felt her fingers there too. She slid her hand further down and found our mother’s vagina, shoving her fingers inside, fucking her.

“God-fucking-damn!” Mommy cried, leaning her body fully against us, pressing her breasts into our faces, fucking our pussies with her fingers — and soon she was climaxing as I rubbed her clit and my sister fucked her cunt and we both sucked her nipples.

She came, but neither Kate nor I did, not right then. I think we were both in awe of our mother’s overheated excitement.

SUZANNE:

I came with them touching me, someone’s fingers inside me, someone else rubbing my clit, both their mouths on my breasts, sucking my hard nipples. I came so strongly and so wetly — I could actually feel my juices running down my legs — and then I wanted to lick their pussies. My two beautiful girls, my own sweet little daughters. I had to have them, had to taste them!

KATE:

She is so hot. I wish I could write about it the way Julie can, but I’m not as good with words as she is. It’s just that my mom is so incredible. I can’t even say how amazing it was to see her that night. Her awesome body, her nice tits, her skin, she’s all sweaty now and her nipples are wet from us sucking them. She’s got this wild look in her eyes, and her makeup is smeared, and she looks like, I don’t know, like a sex goddess or something.

JULIE:

I think Katie did a perfect job of describing how Mommy appeared that night. She was (and is) a sex goddess.

KATE:

Right after as she finished cumming with me fucking her and Julie rubbing her and both of us sucking her tits, Mommy got down on the floor in front of us, pushing our legs apart, lifting my leg over Julie’s, and she’s just looking at us, looking at our pussies, licking her lips like she’s so hungry, maybe like she hasn’t eaten in over a week and she sees the tastiest food ever in front of her, that was how she looked to me.

SUZANNE:

Julie let me read what Kate wrote about the way I looked to her that night. It makes me laugh, thinking how insane I must have been acting. But I’m happy that my girls think I’m attractive and sexy. I certainly think they both are!

KATE:

Mommy put her fingers inside both of us again, at the same time. She loves doing that, loves to see her fingers sliding inside our vaginas.

She still does that a lot. Sometimes she’ll ask Molly and me and Julie to lay on her bed side by side and then she fucks us with her fingers and licks us and tries to make us all three cum at the same time. I bet she wishes she had three hands then instead of two!

Anyway, that night she was fucking us, still saying, “Fuck your little pussies, hot little fucking pussies,” and stuff like that. And then she started licking us. She licked Julie first and then me. For a while she went back and forth between us, but then she just did me.

She pushed my legs apart as far as she could and she put her mouth over my cunny and started sucking on me and then I felt her tongue go inside me. Oh my god that was so awesome. My mom really knows how to do that, how to make me feel so good by licking me, especially when she puts her mouth all the way over my pussy and shoves her tongue inside. I don’t know, it’s like she’s really eating me up and it always makes me cum so hard.

JULIE:

When my mother concentrated just on Kate, really licking her pussy for the first time ever, I got down on the floor next to her so I could watch. I was rubbing myself too, rubbing my clit, and it was unbelievably exciting to see her licking and sucking my sister that way, with Katie holding Mommy’s head in her hands, pulling her face into her cunt. God, it was so awesome. I started climaxing even before Kate did.

KATE:

An orgasm in my mom’s mouth, my first one with her, oral I mean. How many girls have ever got to have that? I guess I’m lucky, me and my sisters really really are.

I can’t remember everything that happened because I was out of it in a way with my huge cum and everything, but I know I was holding Mommy’s head in my hands, pulling her into me, and I know I felt her tongue inside me, and then it all sort of goes red and black and flashing colors for a while — and when I was done, I was kind of like gasping for air, on my back now on the sofa, and I could feel sweat all over my body and Julie was kissing my mouth and my mom was still between my legs licking me even more and sucking my clit and fucking me with her finger and then I was cumming again and again and again. How many times? I have no clue.

JULIE:

I brought myself to climax, masturbating as I watched my mom licking my sister.

But Mommy wasn’t done. One orgasm wasn’t enough. Katie sort of fell back on the sofa, collapsing, and then my mother got up there with her, kneeling between Kate’s legs, sucking on her clit, pushing a finger inside her again. She wanted to make her come at least one more time.

I moved over so I could touch my sister’s breasts and kiss her mouth. I’m not sure she even noticed, because she was so totally gone from the way Mommy was eating her pussy. But I kissed her anyway until she climaxed again.

She started squealing and I pulled my lips away from hers, just enjoying the look on her face. It was so amazing. Have you ever watched a young girl, a 10-year-old or younger, have an orgasm. It’s the best!

SUZANNE:

Oh, what a delight, so sweet and perfect — to have my tongue deep inside my daughter’s little pussy, to taste her and lick her and suck on her clit and make her come in my mouth. I was ecstatic!

And then I wanted more of course.

After I had licked her and swallowed all her tasty juices and then held her legs wide apart for a moment and just gazed at her, looking down at that beautiful wet pink pussy, taking in the sight, knowing this girl was mine, my own daughter, and I could have sex with her any time I wanted, as much as I wanted, that she loved it, needed it, and that she needed me too — that made me throb with an even greater desire for her. I wanted to come on my little girl’s face.

KATE:

I came so many times in Mommy’s mouth. God, it was totally awesome! Like I said, I was just a kid then and didn’t really know that much about sex, about what it’s like to make love, and this was way better than I ever thought it could be.

After that, after she stopped licking me, she just looked at me for a minute, at my pussy, and then she got up on top of me. She wanted me to lick her!

JULIE:

Mommy crawled forward on the sofa, bringing herself to Kate’s mouth. She was holding her pussy lips apart, showing us her sex. I looked at her gorgeous naked body, at her thighs, her pussy, her tits, her face. I saw the look in her eyes and I started rubbing myself again.

SUZANNE:

I had eaten my daughter, I’d eaten both of them, and now I badly wanted Kate to lick me. I wanted to come in her mouth.

She looked up at me, that cute little face, so sweet and so open. Katie was an adventurous girl, always looking for new experiences, and this was definitely one she’d never had before. She was going to lick her mother’s cunt.

KATE:

Oh man oh man oh man, oh wow! This was it!

Mommy was bringing her pussy right up to me. She was holding herself open. She said something like, “Look at Mommy’s pussy, little girl, look at your mother’s cunt.” She stayed that way for a minute, just talking to me and holding herself open and rubbing her fingers around inside, showing me how wet she was. Then she lowered herself all the way down and I had her hot cunt in my mouth. Oh wow!

JULIE:

I watched my mother drop her pussy onto my sister’s face. She took Kate’s head in her hands and pulled her mouth hard into her sex. Mommy was being really aggressive, getting nasty, talking loud, growling at her, urging her to lick her, suck her, fuck her with her tongue. She was pulling Katie’s face against her so tightly I was afraid she might not be able to breathe. Mommy was trembling, shaking, sweating, staring down at my sister, talking dirty to her, rocking her pussy up and down, shoving her cunt into Kate’s mouth, harder and harder, faster and faster — and then she came.

SUZANNE:

Only a week earlier, I had come in Julie’s mouth for the first time, and now I was climaxing in Katie’s. Oh, what joy! What delirium! I held her pretty little head in my hands and pulled her hard against me and then I came on her.

Nothing, nothing, nothing in this world can ever match the exquisite pleasure of having sex with your own daughters. Nothing.

KATE:

Julie let me read what she wrote about the first time Mommy licked her, when she said how it was kind of like swimming in sex or something. I don’t know, but I did feel like I was swimming then because my mom got so wet when she came on me that night, it was almost like I was drowning! I had her juices in my mouth and up my nose and running down my chin and I could hardly breathe at all but I didn’t care. If I ever really drown, that’s how I want to do it. Inside my mom’s pussy!


Okay, so that’s the end of what I asked my sister and my mother to write for me about our experience that night.

That wasn’t the end of what we did, of course. There was still a lot more, just about any combination you can think of. My mom and I were in a 69 at one point while Katie masturbated, and I had my sister sitting on my face at another point while my mother was eating me, and Mommy tribbed with me and then with Kate, and I tribbed with Kate too, then I think Kate and Mommy had a 69, and well, like I said, anything else you can imagine, we did it together that night.

When we were finally done, it was past midnight. We picked up our clothes and walked upstairs, softly kissing each other goodnight.

I stayed awake long enough to hear what I thought I might hear, my mother’s bedroom door opening a few minutes later, and then Molly’s bedroom door. I thought about maybe getting up to join them, but I didn’t. It seemed nicer to let my mom finish it that way, with my baby sister sucking her nipples while she masturbated, giving herself one more orgasm.

Continue on to Chapter 72

The Joy of Looking, Chapter 70

  • Posted on May 14, 2015 at 5:01 pm

By Naughty Mommy

Finally it was Saturday night. Finally!!

Throughout the day, all three of us — Mommy, Katie, and I — kept thinking about what was going to happen that night. I could tell that by the way they would look at each other and the way they both looked at me. I could also tell from the suggestive touches I received from each of them that morning, a pat on the bottom from my mom that was firmer than it normally would be, or a squeeze around the waist from my sister, pulling my hip warmly against hers.

Outwardly, we tried to act like nothing special was going on. But inwardly we knew.

I had to go babysit for Justin and Britney in the afternoon, and that went fine, no problems. Elaine drove me home after she got back, dropping me off at around 5:15.

Mommy and I made dinner together, and Kate and I cleaned up the kitchen, and then we played a couple of games of Clue with Molly, and then at 8:30 Mommy told Molly it was time for her to go to bed and the two of them went upstairs hand in hand. Our mother spent more than half an hour in Molly’s bedroom, a lot longer than it takes to put her to bed. We knew exactly what was going on up there, of course, and so by that time, my sister and I were nearly insane with lust.

We were on the sofa where we’d started playing a video game, but we’d both quickly lost interest. In unspoken agreement, we set our controllers aside and turned off the game, then pulled our pants down and started masturbating. Twenty minutes later, when Mommy finally came downstairs, we’d each already had a couple of orgasms, rubbing our clits and fucking our little vaginas with our fingers as we watched each other.

We didn’t do any more than that because we wanted to wait for her. When Katie and I really made love for the first time, going all the way, we wanted to share that with her, with our mother, and share our bodies with her too.

She found us that way, slumped on the sofa, our panties and jeans around our ankles, our fingers wet with our juices, panting and moaning as we continued stroking ourselves.

Mommy was in a short skirt, the navy blue pleated skirt she’d been wearing on the plane as we flew back from Vermont. She was barefoot. She stood in front of us, gazing down at us, watching her daughters masturbate. Slowly she pulled up her skirt, letting us see that she had no panties on. We also could see that her pussy was wet, her lips pink and engorged, shiny with her juices. She obviously had been masturbating in Molly’s room while our little sister sucked on her nipples.

For a minute or so, she just watched us. She was rubbing herself too, and we were watching her. Then she said, “Let’s go upstairs, girls.”


In this chapter (and the next), I decided to try something different. I got my sister Kate and my mom to write down all the things they could remember about what we did that night, and especially about how it felt for them, what they were thinking about and stuff. I had to help Katie some because she’s not really a writer like I am. But she did a good job. Mommy didn’t have any trouble with it, since as an attorney she has to write stuff all the time — except I’ll bet none of it is like this, ha-ha! Of course, it’s more than six years later now, when I’m writing this memoir, so they couldn’t remember everything. But I showed them the notes I put in my sexual diary at the time and that helped them get the picture back in their minds. Anyway, here it is, in their words and in mine. I hope you like it!


KATE:

I remember I was kind of scared in a way. It was really exciting though because for a long time I’d thought about it. When I masturbated in my bed at night sometimes I would pretend I was with Mommy and she was kissing my mouth or even kissing my pussy and putting her finger inside me and everything and that always made me cum so fast. I thought about doing that with Julie, too, my sister.

It seemed bad that I should think about stuff like that but I did and it made me so hot. It still seems wrong in a way, but now I know that a lot of moms do these things with their daughters, and sisters like me and Julie have sex a lot too, so I guess it’s okay. I really like doing it, that’s for sure.

Julie says I should tell you about that night. So I will. We started out, me and Julie, by rubbing ourselves on the sofa down in the family room while Mommy was upstairs with Molly putting her to bed. We knew Mommy was letting our sister suck her nipples and that made us both excited. And Mommy had told us this was the night when they would do everything — that’s what they said, everything — that they wanted to do with me. Like she was going to lick my pussy and I would lick hers, and also the same thing with Julie. So I was thinking about that while we masturbated on the sofa.

SUZANNE:

I’m trying to remember now when it was that I first began to fantasize about having sex with my daughters. Perhaps there never really was any specific starting point. Perhaps it just grew naturally out of the pleasure I took when I masturbated as I nursed my little girls.

Yes, even when they were babies, when I was still unhappily married to Ron, I would do that. I did it in secret, of course, usually at night, while I was feeding them just before I put them to bed. As the darling angels sucked on my nipples, it felt so incredibly nice that I just had to touch myself. That’s why I sometimes would let them take my breast even after they were older and I had no milk. Just because I wanted to feel that pleasure again of having their little mouths sucking on my nipples. Then I would masturbate and climax as I held them in my arms.

So, as I said, perhaps my further sexual desire for them grew out of that experience. At any rate, by the time Julie was around 10 years old, she had become the primary focus of my masturbatory fantasies. Often when I would have sex with women at that time, particularly if they were young, or young-looking, I pretended it was not them but my daughter I was fucking. That brought me to some incredibly powerful orgasms.

You already know, however, because Julie has told you, that I had misgivings about some of what I was doing. I felt guilty about it. I dithered before finally deciding to fully seduce Julie, to go all the way with her. Even though I had masturbated with her and we’d had other sexual experiences together, still I hesitated about letting myself do everything I wanted to do. Thankfully, Julie was patient with me and very understanding.

More than understanding, she was wise. She helped me to see things more clearly, helped me work through my anxiety and reach a point of clarity and acceptance. After I’d completed that process, I was ready, and I was very happy with the choice I’d made, the decision to take my 12-year-old daughter as my lesbian lover.

I was and I am so lucky to have her. She is the love of my life.

JULIE:

Aww… it always makes me cry when Mommy says nice things like that. She is so good to me, so full of love. And so sexy too!

SUZANNE:

I came downstairs that night to find my two older daughters side by side on the sofa, their pants pulled down, their hands between their legs. They were masturbating, and it looked to me as though they both had already reached climax at least once. Their fingers were very wet.

Only minutes earlier, I’d had an orgasm myself up in my other daughter’s bedroom, fucking my cunt with my finger as little Molly sucked on my tits. Kate and Julie knew about all that now, about what I was doing with Molly, that is, and they had each done the same things with her. Now we were prepared to do even more with each other.

KATE:

Mommy came and stood in front of us and pulled up her skirt and showed us her pussy. I remember thinking to myself, this is it, this is really it, tonight I’m actually going to lick her sexy pussy and put my fingers inside her. I always thought my mom was so totally hot, it made me cum again and again in my bed when I thought about her body and stuff, and now it wouldn’t be just my imagination any more.

She watched me and Julie masturbating for a minute, and she started rubbing herself too. Then she said, “Let’s go upstairs, girls.” But Julie had another idea.

JULIE:

I said, “Mommy, um, can we… I want to do it downstairs if we can, down here. It seems like, I don’t know, better in a way. Like dirtier or something.”

“Dirtier?” she asked, as she massaged her clit in front of us. “You want to be a dirty girl, a bad girl?”

“Yeah, I, well, it just seems hotter if we do it here instead of in a bedroom. Can we?”

Mommy rubbed herself faster. She looked into my eyes, down at my pussy, at Kate’s little pussy. She licked her lips. “Tell me what you want to do, Julie.”

I liked it when she would ask me to talk nasty to her. It turned her on and it turned me on too.

“I want to watch you licking Kate, licking your daughter’s pussy. I want to see you kissing and sucking her clit, putting your finger inside her. I want you to make her come in your mouth, your 10-year-old daughter, coming in your mouth, while I watch you.”

My mother slid two fingers deep inside her own pussy now, beginning to fuck herself as she listened to me.

“I want you to sit on her face, rub your wet cunt up and down on her mouth. I want see my sister licking your clit and fucking your pussy with her tongue.”

I cold hear Kate beginning to squeal. That meant she was almost ready to come. I looked over at her.

She was staring at Mommy’s crotch as she plunged her middle finger in and out of her vagina. Her face was very red. She was panting and sweating. Then, “Unh! Unh!! UNH!!” She was climaxing again.

“Fuck your little pussy! Fuck your little pussy!” Mommy groaned as she furiously fucked her own cunt. I was rubbing my clit, nearly ready to come too.

Kate came and then Mommy came and then I came.

SUZANNE:

Julie has such a wonderful erotic imagination. She’s always coming up with the most deliciously naughty ideas and she has a way of putting them into words that can excite me as much as anything ever has. It’s interesting to me how sometimes the thought can be just as stimulating as the act. In any event, she talked dirty to me that night, and I had a powerful orgasm as I listened to her and as I watched her and her sister playing with themselves.

KATE:

That was a good idea Julie had. Because after she told us about it and we all masturbated, then we got to do what she said. And she was right, it did seem hotter to have our mom getting naked for us right there in the family room instead of in her bedroom.

Mommy sucked her fingers after she finished, tasting her own cum. I did that too, and so did Julie. All three of us love the taste of our own pussies. I guess maybe most girls do.

SUZANNE:

After I came, and licked my fingers clean, tasting myself, I began to slowly unbutton my shirt and then took it off. The girls were watching me. I was wearing a bra with a front closure. I remember that, because on nights when I was planning to ‘nurse’ Molly, I always made it a point to wear a bra that would be easy to open, or perhaps just wear no bra at all.

I unhooked the bra and let them see my chest. I was blessed with an attractive body, I must admit. Even after having three children, my breasts were still firm and round. I was very lucky. My waist was trim and my stomach mostly flat. Of course, I had to work hard to keep it that way. I went to the gym several times a week and put a great deal of effort into staying in shape. I always wanted to look my best for my sexy daughters.

JULIE:

Mommy took off her bra and showed us her beautiful tits. She took them in her hands, squeezing them, pinching the nipples. Then she did that thing, that awesome thing, where she raised one breast up and reached out her tongue so she could lick her own nipple. My boobs are way too small to do that. Even now, when I’m almost 18, I’m still only an A-cup. But my mom’s tits are big enough that she can do that, and I think it’s so sexy when she does. She stood in front of us and lifted up her boobs, licking her nipples, even sucking on them for a second. She squeezed her nipples between her fingers and I saw her shudder with arousal.

Then our mother unzipped her skirt and stepped out of it, tossing it aside. She wasn’t wearing any panties, of course, and she was barefoot, so now she naked.

“Do you like my body, girls?” she asked, as she ran her hands up and down, stroking her thighs, touching her breasts. “Does it make you hot to look at me this way?”

“Yeah, it does,” I told her. Katie just nodded.

KATE:

I think I could masturbate all day long and cum over and over again just from looking at my mom’s body. She is totally hot, so beautiful. I love her legs and her boobs and her face and her pretty blonde hair. I could masturbate all day while I look at her, or even just think about her, and now I could do even more!

After Mommy was naked, she got down on her knees so she could take Julie’s socks off and she pulled her jeans and her undies the rest of the way off too. Then she had Julie sit up and she lifted her t-shirt up over her head. Julie wasn’t wearing a bra, the way she usually doesn’t at home, so she was naked. Mommy took my shirt off too, and I also didn’t have a bra on, and she pulled my jeans and undies and my socks off, and we were all three naked.

JULIE:

I should add a little something here. Not only did our mother take off our clothes, she also complimented us on our bodies. She admired our legs, saying how nice they were, and then as she removed our shirts, she told us how much she loved our little breasts. She touched our nipples and kissed them. She gave each of us a kiss on the lips when she was done undressing us, and then she stood up again.

“First, I want to watch the two of you,” she said.

SUZANNE:

If you’re a mother and you have sexy young daughters, I’m sure at some point you must have imagined them together, naked, kissing and touching each other. I have learned, by corresponding with quite a few other moms, that this is a very common fantasy. It is not at all unusual for mothers to find their daughters sexually attractive or for mothers to visualize scenes like that when they masturbate.

Far fewer moms, however, actually get the chance to see this in reality, to watch as their daughters make love. I am one of the fortunate few.

I arranged my daughters in a ‘69’ position on the sofa, with Kate on the bottom and Julie on top.

What a sight that was! A 10-year-old girl and a 12-year-old girl with those smooth young bodies, each of them barely pubescent and yet sexually precocious, eager to learn and to experience all the sensual pleasures they could both give and receive.

I stood back and looked at them, touching myself, of course, fondling my breasts with one hand while the other rubbed my clit. I looked at their lovely bodies, so slender and so perfect, and I felt a thrill as I considered that these were not just any nubile young girls I was watching, but my own daughters, my own flesh.

I had given birth to these little beauties, had nursed them, raised them, nurtured them, loved them, and now I was about to give them the fulness of my love. But before that, I wanted to see them love each other, make love with each other.

JULIE:

Oh my god! I was actually going to do it! Finally, at last! I was going to lick my sister’s pussy, and make her come in my mouth!

This was something I’d been fantasizing about, dreaming about, for months. Next to my mom, Kate was the sexiest person I knew. I loved her, really loved her as a sister, and I was also totally crazy about her hot young body.

I just looked at her for a minute, making sure I would always remember how she looked that night, how she smelled, how I felt. I did the joy of looking thing, taking my time, really appreciating where I was and what I was doing.

Finally I bent down and kissed her, a soft kiss at the top of her slit. Her lips were wet, shiny with moisture. She was just as turned on as I was. I inhaled the fragrance of her pussy juice. I kissed her again. She had a few wisps of light brown pussy hair, very fine and short, just beginning to grow.

SUZANNE:

I knelt beside them, putting my head near Kate’s, gazing up into my older daughter’s pussy. Julie had her knees pulled under her on the sofa, her vulva and her ass wide open for us to look at, for Katie to touch and kiss. As I watched, Kate used her fingers to spread Julie’s pussy lips. She was so very wet inside, juices dripping from her little pink vagina. It almost took my breath away looking at her.

KATE:

Julie and me are sitting together as I’m writing this now, and she’s masturbating. She does that a lot. I do too. I masturbate at least once a day, sometimes more than once a day, like maybe three or four times. I masturbate every day, even if I have sex that day with my mom or my sisters or my girlfriend. I just love doing it. One time a few years ago, I remember asking Julie if she thought I did it too much, if it was bad for me to do it more than once a day. And she said that was like asking if I breathed too much, or if eating food more than once a day was bad for me. Julie’s funny. She always knows the right thing to say.

Anyway, that night, my mom made me lie down on the sofa and she got Julie on top of me, only reversed, you know, like in a 69. Then I started licking her.

JULIE:

Behind me, I felt my sister’s fingers parting my labia. I heard my mother gasp as she gazed at me. She was crouching on the floor, next to Katie, both of them looking at my open pussy. I loved knowing that they could see me, could see everything.

I continued kissing my sister’s vulva, kissing her again and again. Lots of kisses, but with no tongue, not yet, only my lips. And the more I kissed her, the more she seemed to want me. She spread her legs and arched her pelvis, trying to bring her sex to my mouth.

I kissed her mound, kissed her labia, kissed the inner part of her thighs. As I kept kissing, she began to open up for me. I wasn’t even touching her with my fingers, but her pussy lips were spreading apart on their own. I could really smell her now. And I could see inside her, could see the dark pink opening of her vagina. She was so juicy, so wet. God, I wanted her so much.

SUZANNE:

I hadn’t meant to do it. I’d intended to begin only by watching them, just watch my daughters make love, and, of course, masturbate. But when I saw Julie’s perfect pink vagina, I couldn’t resist. I couldn’t help myself. I had to touch her.

JULIE:

A finger entered me, pressed inside my cunt. I groaned and tried to spread myself open even farther. I loved being fucked by them, whoever it was was, whether it was my mother or my sister, I loved having them fuck me.

I felt the finger pushing in, deeper inside me. And then I felt a tongue, Katie’s tongue, it must have been, licking me. Oh god, oh god, it felt so nice. Her tongue was so warm, so loving. She licked and sucked and kissed me and then she licked some more, and I also had that finger pressing inside me, oh yes, pushing in even deeper, oh fuck yes, so deep, probing inside my cunt, reaching into me, taking me —

KATE:

Once I started licking Julie, it didn’t take her very long at all. Mommy put her finger inside her too. I was licking her and Mommy was fucking her. I had my eyes closed then, I remember that, and I could feel Julie kissing my pussy, but the main thing for me was that I was sucking and licking my sister’s clit, licking her and tasting her and sucking her, and then all of a sudden she was cumming.

SUZANNE:

“Oh god!” Julie cried, “OH GOD!!”

It was wonderful to see her climax that way, with my finger deep inside her and her little sister sucking on her clit. As I said, I’d intended just to masturbate while watching my daughters — but instead I quickly got caught up in the excitement, pushing my finger inside Julie’s sexy pink vagina, fucking her, giving her an orgasm.

I wasn’t masturbating any more, but that didn’t matter. I wanted to see Julie come in her sister’s face. And she did come. She came very hard — so hard, so loudly that I wondered for a moment if she would wake Molly, and then what would happen?

I’d already told the girls I wasn’t ready yet for Molly to be involved, not this involved anyway. But if she came downstairs and found us and wanted to join in, would I be able to turn her away? I was pretty sure I wouldn’t, nor would I even want to. I remember hoping right then that Molly actually would come down and join us. I was ready to fuck her then and there. I was so turned on that night, I was ready for anything.

But she didn’t. Molly stayed in her room. Julie finished coming in her sister’s face.

JULIE:

I couldn’t believe how fast Kate made me come. Partly it was that finger inside me too, which I found out later, of course, was Mommy’s finger. But mostly it was just the way Kate licked me and sucked my clit. Maybe it’s also because I wanted it so bad. Whatever it was, the sensation was so strong that it made me lose all control. I’d meant to start licking Kate’s pussy, trying to make us come at the same time, but I failed at that. Before I could even begin, while I was still just kissing her and sort of teasing her, suddenly I had this huge orgasm. And I was loud too.

KATE:

Julie was screaming. I’d never heard her scream like that when she came. And she was totally wet too, all this warm juicy stuff dripping out of her, dripping down Mommy’s hand and onto my face. It was really great.

SUZANNE:

When Julie climaxed, I could feel the walls of her tight little vagina squeezing in around my finger. Oh, that was so thrilling, so exciting!

JULIE:

In a way it was kind of embarrassing, because I was the older girl, supposedly the more experienced one, and yet Katie made me come first, before I’d barely even started on her.

As soon as I was able, still panting and gasping, quivering with tremors from the strength of my orgasm, I put my face down between my sister’s legs, enthusiastically licking her wet pussy, shoving my tongue inside her hole, sucking her clit, fingering her, running my tongue and my lips all over everywhere — maybe too enthusiastically — but god, I wanted her to come, wanted her to feel what I’d just felt.

KATE:

Wow, and so right after Julie has this awesome screaming cum, wet stuff everywhere, suddenly she’s licking me, almost like devouring me or something, totally like nothing I had ever felt before. I mean, I was still only 10, and I didn’t really know anything. So to have her licking me like that, I can’t even say how great it was. She put her finger inside me too, which I love, and her mouth is doing whatever she did, and I laid my head back and closed my eyes and just felt it. My own big sister, the girl I loved so much, so smart and friendly and so nice to everyone, my best friend in the whole world, and now she was licking me, licking my pussy, and I was going to cum in her mouth.

JULIE:

First Mommy made me cry, and now Katie is. I don’t mean on that night five years ago, I mean right now, as she’s writing this. She is so sweet!

SUZANNE:

What a night that was for us. Watching my daughters lick each other, eating each other’s pussies, both having wonderful climaxes. As a mom, there’s almost nothing more exciting or more satisfying to see. And we were just getting started.

Continue on to Chapter 71

The Joy of Looking, Chapter 69

  • Posted on May 14, 2015 at 4:55 pm

By Naughty Mommy

Monday night in Mommy’s room, Kate and I are in bed with her.

We’re all three naked again, except this time our mother has made something clear: because it is a school night, she cannot allow us, or allow herself, to succumb to the temptation to stay up late playing sexy games. We’re there mostly just to talk. If a little kissing and touching takes place — only a little — that’s okay, but the really hot and fun stuff is reserved for nights when we don’t have school the next day.

Of course we’re not happy about that, my sister and I, but we understand and we grudgingly agree to those limits.

“So, the place we went to on our trip,” Mommy began, “is called the Sapphic Retreat. It’s a bed and breakfast inn run by a pair of sisters named Cassia and Delia.”

“Sisters who are also lovers,” I interjected, “lesbian lovers.”

“That’s right,” she confirmed. “And we met their mother, too, a woman named Olympia. She founded the business many years ago. Actually it started out as a private club, a gathering place for mothers and daughters who were secret lovers.”

“Wow, really?” Kate asked.

Mommy nodded, smiling. “And now it’s known, among certain people, as a destination for, well, for families just like ours.”

“Yeah, we met a lot of them,” I added. “I told you about Emma and Brandi, and there was also Nicole and Leslie and Mindy and Tina…”

I started counting everyone off on my fingers.

“…and Shannon and Cindy and Shelby, and Katherine and Chrissy and Laura, and, um, oh, and Logan and Diana. That was who was at the party. And Cassia and Delia, of course, and Olympia.”

“Man, that’s, that’s amazing,” sighed Kate.

“Yeah, it was,” I said. “I wish you’d been there, Kate. I hope we can go back.”

Turning to my mother, suddenly inspired, I asked, “Mommy can we? All of us go back there again? Please, can we?”

She chuckled, giving me a kiss. “Yes, well, maybe we will someday. Probably we will. It would be very nice to see everyone, and especially nice if we all were there together, you and your sister and Molly too.”

“Yeah, that would be so awesome. Let’s do it soon, okay?” I urged.

“We’ll see. Right now let’s finish telling Kate about what we did.”

“Um, okay. On the first night —”

“Wait, at the party —” Kate interrupted “— all those other people, like, the moms and daughters. Um, how old were the girls?”

“Well,” I said, “the oldest of the girls was Diana. She’s 17, um, a junior in high school. And then Leslie was 16. She’s a sophomore. And… I’d have to look at my notes to get the ages of all the other girls right, but…”

“You took notes?” my sister asked, her eyebrows raised.

“Yeah, the next day,” I giggled. “I kind of wanted to remember it all, you know?”

Kate grinned at me, shaking her head. She probably thought I was silly, being so meticulous about keeping track of everything. Still, if I hadn’t, I’d never have been able to write this whole story with all the details!

“But, um, the youngest ones,” I went on, “were Shelby, who was 8, and Chrissy, who was 7, and Laura, who was 6.”

“Are you kidding me? 6 years old??”

“Uh-huh,” I nodded, leering lasciviously.

“And they……”

“Uh-huh, they did.”

“Wow…”

“That’s why we went there, Kate,” our mother put in. “To meet some other moms and daughters like us, to get to know them a little bit. Also, of course, for Julie and me to spend some special time together. But I really did want to see the others, see what their relationships were like.”

“Wow…”

My sister was still slowly shaking her head, apparently blown away by what I’d told her about the ages of the littlest girls.

“Yeah, and also, what we said last night, about getting high. They had marijuana at the party, and I smoked some,” I proudly announced.

Kate’s jaw dropped. She stared at me and then at Mommy, open-mouthed.

“Yes, she did,” our mother nodded. “We all did. Well, maybe not the youngest ones, but pretty much everyone else.”

“Man…”

“It was that kind of a party,” I joked.

“And you, I mean, with…” my sister stammered “…with the, the little girls, the really little ones…?”

“With everyone,” I nodded. “It was, like, a total lesbian orgy, a lesbian incest orgy, with all these ladies and all these girls, the mommies and daughters all having sex with each other and with everyone else.”

“Oh my god.” Kate’s hand went under the covers, rubbing her pussy.

“Mommy and I licked Laura together. She’s the 6-year-old, and —” I stopped, remembering something I’d been meaning to ask “— um, Mommy, before this, had you ever, like, done anything with a girl that young before?”

“No, definitely not,” she smiled. “Before, well, actually, you were the youngest one for me, honey, 12 years old. I’ve done things with Kate too, of course, and with Molly, but certainly nothing like that.”

“And, um, and now that we did all that, I mean, you and me — and I guess we should tell Kate about that too, about what we did in bed — but now that we did everything, you said I can do that with Katie too, right? And maybe with Molly?”

Mommy looked at me, apparently deciding how to respond.

“Not now, I mean, but on the weekends?” I pressed.

“What do you mean, everything?” Kate asked. “Tell me what that means.”

Our mother turned to her. She was being besieged by questions.

“Okay, slow down,” she chuckled, “one at a time. First, Kate, when Julie says everything, that’s what it means, we did everything. But mostly, I think, she’s referring to oral sex. We had oral sex. She licked my pussy and I licked hers. We both had orgasms that way.’

“Oh my god.” Kate’s hand was moving faster under the covers.

“And what she’s asking now is if she can do those things with you too, all the things that she and I did on our trip. Oral sex, mainly, I suppose.”

“Yeah,” I nodded. “I want to lick your pussy, Katie, and I want you to lick mine.”

My sister’s face was turning red. She was panting and trembling, obviously getting very close. “Mommy,” she gasped, “is it okay if… if I come now?”

“Yes, baby girl, you go right ahead.”

“Unh!” Kate threw her head back, her body straining, her little nipples standing out erect from her chest, her eyes shut tight. “Unh!!”

I’d started rubbing myself too, but I wasn’t anywhere near as far along as she was. My mom was holding her breasts in her hands, pinching her own nipples. Together we watched my sister, enjoying the sight of a 10-year-old girl bringing herself to orgasm.

When she finished, slowly calming down, still breathing heavily, licking her fingers, tasting herself, she smiled up at us. “Sorry, I couldn’t help it.”

“It’s fine, precious,” Mommy leaned over, giving her a kiss on the lips. “I love watching you do that.”

Kate took a deep breath, sitting up straighter in the bed. “Whew… okay…”

“Now, what else can we tell you about our trip? Do you have other questions?”
“Wait, I have a question, Mommy,” I said.

“Oh?”

“Yeah, I mean, you never answered me before. I was asking if it’s all right for me to do stuff with Katie now, you know, all that stuff. And also with Molly.”

“Yes, you’re right,” my mother nodded. “In all the excitement with Kate, I forgot about that. I apologize.”

“It’s okay,” I smiled.

“Well, then, yes, it is all right. You can do as much as you want to with her, with Katie now. Assuming she wants to, that is. The only rule I’ll insist on is —”

“Never on school nights.” I completed the sentence for her.

“That’s right,” Mommy laughed.

Then she turned back to my sister. “But I want to know what you think about that, Kate. How do you feel about having sex with Julie? And, uh, I should add, with me too?”

“With you?”

“Yes, with me. I want to do those things with you just as much as she does. I want to lick your pussy and I want you to lick mine. I want to come in your mouth. I want to watch Julie licking you and while she’s doing that I want to sit on your little face and grind my pussy into your mouth and come all over you.”

“Oh my god.”

By this point, of course, our mother was masturbating. She continued, “I only want to do those things, though, if you want to do them too. I want to have sex with you, very badly, but not unless you want it just as much as I do.”

“Um, okay,” Kate nodded.

“What do you mean by okay?”

“Okay, you can have sex with me. I want you to. But —”

“— not until the weekend,” they recited together, laughing.

“Good, I’m glad” Mommy smiled, giving my sister a nice kiss. “And with Julie too? Are you okay about having sex with her?”

“Yeah, for sure, definitely!”

I rubbed my clit faster as I thought about having Katie lick me. Finally, after all this long waiting. For several months I’d been masturbating with her, and I was constantly fantasizing about doing more, about licking her pussy and having her lick mine. And now we would really be able to do it!

“Mommy…” I breathed.

“Yes, baby?”

“I’m gonna come now…”

Turning to me, she brought her lips to mine. But she didn’t quite kiss me. Her mouth remained a fraction of an inch away from mine, her lips parted. I could feel her warm breath. She extended her tongue, licking at the corner of my mouth and then just inside my upper lip. It was driving me crazy.

“Mommy,” I groaned. She kissed me, deeply, and I came.

After my orgasm, Kate and I watched our mother masturbate vigorously between us, her legs spread wide apart, bringing herself to a loud, wet climax. Sometimes she really gushed a lot when she came. She lifted her dripping fingers to our mouths, letting us taste her.

I wanted to do more, of course. I wanted to suck her nipples and lick her pussy and, well, do everything, but it was a Monday night, so I didn’t.

By then it was past 10:00, time for Kate and me to go to bed. Before we left, however, Mommy said, “Katie, I want to make sure you’re fully satisfied, that you’re not concerned that maybe there’s something we haven’t told you.”

My sister smiled. “Well, I still want to know what you guys did at that party, I mean, with all those little girls and stuff.”

“Okay, sure, we’ll tell you all about that. Not tonight, because it’s too late, but tomorrow night, or the next night. Anything you want to know, you just ask me. Or you can ask Julie. We won’t keep any secrets from you, all right?”

Kate nodded happily.

* * *

On Wednesday that week, shortly after I got home from school, the phone rang. I answered it.

“Hello?”

“Hello, can I speak with Julie, please?”

“Yes, this is Julie.”

“Oh, hello, Julie, my name is Dana Frederiksen. Elaine Gallagher gave me your number. I’m looking for a good babysitter, and she recommended you, very highly.”

“Um, okay, that’s nice.”

“So, could I maybe ask you to babysit for me? I have just one child, a little girl named Chelsea. She, uh, turned 7 a week ago.”

A little girl, barely 7 years old? I liked the sound of that!

“Sure, I guess. Um, when?”

“Well, I was thinking of Friday night. Are you available then?”

“Yeah, I mean, um, yes, I could do that. Can you give me your address, please?”

I wrote it down, and we agreed on the time. She thanked me, then we hung up.

Hurray! Elaine hadn’t called me yet that week, and now if she wanted me on Friday, I would already be busy somewhere else. It would be even better, of course, if she didn’t need me on Saturday night either, because I was really hoping I’d be busy at home that night, having sex with my mom and my sister.

It turned out Elaine did call me, later that same afternoon, in fact. Except she asked if I could babysit for Justin and Britney on Saturday during the day, not at night, from noon until around 5:00, while she went to a matinee or something. That was perfect!

In addition to the usual things like fixing dinner and doing homework, our evenings that week were filled with long conversations in our mother’s bedroom about what she and I had done on our trip to Vermont. Kate was especially interested in hearing us talk about our experiences at the party with the youngest girls and with their moms.

I took the opportunity, as we described having sex with 6 and 7 and 8-year-old girls, to ask Mommy again about doing the same kinds of things with Molly. As she’d said before, there seemed no reason to wait, so why not? Why not right away? She was cautious about it, though, wanting to think about it just a little longer. I understood. It was a big step to take. But I was very eager to take it.

The three of us masturbated together every night, and there was some kissing and some light touching, even a few licks of hard nipples, but no real sex beyond that. We all knew, however, what was on the schedule for the weekend. I almost couldn’t stand the wait until Saturday night!

But then something else happened, something totally unexpected, on Friday night.

My mom drove me to the address that Dana Frederiksen had given me. It was an old apartment building in a not very nice part of town a few miles from where we lived. We parked and Mommy went up to the door with me.

On Wednesday night, after she came home from work and I’d told her about my new babysitting job, my mother had called Elaine to talk with her about Dana, to find out something about her, and then she’d called and spoken directly with Dana. She was friendly and polite about it, of course, but my mom wanted to be very sure she knew who it was I would be working for. Apparently she was satisfied with what she’d learned.

Dana invited us in and asked us to sit down, offering something to drink. My mom accepted, and Dana disappeared into the kitchen for a minute while we sat on a small sofa and looked around. The room we were in, a combination living/dining room, was cramped and cluttered. The furniture was old and kind of beat up. It looked like Dana didn’t have much money. But she was very nice. I liked her smile.

She brought a glass of white wine for Mommy and juice for me. I’d asked for a Coke, but Dana told us she didn’t have any because she was trying hard not to get her daughter, Chelsea, hooked on sugary sodas. That seemed like a good idea.

She returned with a second glass of wine for herself and sat in a chair across from us, crossing her legs and smiling.

Dana was small and slim, a very pretty blonde wearing a lot of makeup. She was in a tight-fitting hot pink dress, very short, showing slim, shapely legs. She had hardly any tits at all. She looked young, and although I later found out that she was 27, she seemed a lot younger than that. With her high heels on, she was about my height, but without them she would have been a couple inches shorter than me, so she was only about five feet tall, if that.

We chatted for a few minutes. Dana asked me about school, what subjects I liked, what other interests I had, and so on. My mother mostly listened. We found out that Dana had never finished high school, that she’d dropped out when she was only 15 and had run away from home. I was surprised that she would tell us all this so soon after meeting her, but she was really an outgoing, open, friendly person. I liked her even more.

She’d finally managed to get a GED, and was working now as a receptionist at an insurance office. It was through her boss, who was Elaine’s older brother, that she had met Elaine and then heard about me.

“Elaine says you’re the best,” Dana smiled.

God, I loved her smile. All bright white teeth and crinkly blue eyes. Red lipstick, blonde hair, and such a cute, pretty face, her tiny upturned nose dotted with a few freckles. I felt myself getting all warm and gushy inside as I looked at her.

“You wanna go meet Chelsea?” Dana asked. As she uncrossed her legs, I caught a flash of white panties.

“Sure,” I nodded.

My mom stood. “Well, I guess I should be going. It’s been very nice getting to know you.”

She held out her hand and Dana took it. I could tell that my mother was interested in this woman, sexually attracted to her, just as I was. She wasn’t obvious about it or anything, but the sound of her voice and the look in her eyes told me all I needed to know. Would anything ever happen between them? Between all three of us? I sure hoped it would!

As Mommy left, she gave Dana a kiss on the cheek, and then we went in to see Chelsea.

The little girl was adorable, as cute and pretty as her mom. She was playing in her room, sitting on the floor surrounded by dolls and stuffed animals, talking to them. I got down on the floor with her. When Dana crouched beside us, I was given a clear view of those white panties between her slender legs.

“Chelsea, this is Miss Julie. She’s going to stay with you tonight, okay?”

“Okay,” Chelsea smiled.

Her hair was kind of sandy blonde, falling in loose curls around her slim shoulders. She had gorgeous blue eyes, just like Dana’s, and full pink lips. She was barefoot, wearing a tight pair of shorts and a little crop top shirt. Her chest was flat, of course, and her legs were very appealing to me. They were small but perfectly shaped, smooth and almost hairless. As I looked at her, I couldn’t help picturing her naked, seeing her little girl pussy, as smooth and hairless as her legs. I wanted to lick her.

“All right,” said Dana, “you two get acquainted. I’ll be leaving in a minute and I’ll come in and kiss you goodbye before I go.”

We sat on the floor and I listened to her chattering away with her dolls and things. She had a big open toy chest, a large collection of dolls and clothes and accessories arranged inside. Chelsea reminded me of Molly. She had an active imagination, cleverly devising situations and acting them out, happily engaging in a world of her own creation.

After a bit, Dana came in, picking up Chelsea and hugging her, giving her a nice kiss on the lips. It was quite a long kiss, actually, surprisingly long. I liked watching them that way.

Dana gave me her cell phone number and said she expected to be home at around 1:00 AM, asking if that was all right. I told her it was fine. She told me Chelsea’s bedtime was usually 9:00 o’clock on the weekends, but if we were playing and I wanted to keep her up a little later, that would be okay too. I could easily think of lots of naughty games I’d like to play with her daughter!

I didn’t really do anything terribly naughty with Chelsea after Dana left, even though I certainly wanted to. We played with her dolls and things for a while, and then she wanted to watch one of her animated videos. We curled up on the sofa in their small living room, the child cuddling close to me, sucking her thumb as we enjoyed the silly antics of Dr. Seuss characters. I hugged her, loving how it felt to have this warm little body in my arms.

At 9:00, I asked Chelsea if she was getting sleepy. She’d been rubbing her eyes and it looked like she was. She nodded, murmuring, “Mm-hmm,” but instead of getting up to go get ready for bed, she put her arms around my waist and nestled closer, resting her head on my chest and closing her eyes. It appeared she would be perfectly content to fall asleep that way.

And she did. I didn’t have the heart to disturb her right away, so I just let her snooze on my chest. I gently kissed the top of her head and rubbed her smooth thigh, running my hand up to caress her bottom, barely covered by her little shorts. It made me think of the way Danni would hug and touch Molly sometimes. I was never that affectionate with Justin and Britney when I babysat for them. But it was different with Chelsea.

Finally I decided I really did need to get her in bed. I stood up, cradling the girl in my arms, and walked slowly to her room. She seemed to still be asleep. Laying her on her bed, I picked up the little nightgown Dana had set out for her. It was white and frilly, with long sleeves. Very cute and feminine and sexy.

I pulled the crop top shirt over her head. Her chest was bare now, revealed to me. I couldn’t help myself. I touched one of her little nipples. Okay, I guess that was sort of naughty. Then I pulled down her shorts, leaving her pink undies on. She began to wake up as I raised her to a sitting position so I could get the nightie over her head. She smiled at me.

“Come on, let’s go brush your teeth,” I said softly.

She nodded and we went to the bathroom across the hall. I watched Chelsea brush her teeth and then sit on the toilet and tinkle, wiping herself. We went back to her room and she got in bed.

As I leaned down to kiss her goodnight, she wrapped her arms around my neck, pulling me close. Her lips met mine and then — oh my god! — her lips parted and her tongue was teasing at my mouth. I was startled, but not too started to respond. I opened my own lips and let the sweet little girl french-kiss me. It was heavenly.

We kissed that way for at least a minute or so, a long time! My eyes were closed, my tongue exploring her small mouth. I nearly lost myself in the moment, almost began to believe I was with one of the young girls at the orgy in Vermont and that I could do whatever I wanted with this child.

But then I remembered where I was: I was babysitting, doing a job for someone, and I had a responsibility. I pulled away, wiping my mouth.

I looked at Chelsea. She was grinning at me, her pink lips shiny and wet.

“Who, uh… where… who, who taught you to kiss like that?” I stammered.

“My mom.”

“Your mom??” My eyes must have been like saucers.

She nodded, her eyes twinkling.

“Not, like, another babysitter or someone?”

“Uh-uh, my mommy.”

“Wow. Um, okay, well, you get to sleep now, honey, all right?”

Chelsea nodded again, turning onto her side, laying her head on her hands, closing her eyes. I kissed her softly on the cheek and left the room, turning off the lamp but leaving the door open a crack.

Back in the living room, I sat on the sofa, shaking my head and marveling at what had just happened. It felt so amazingly nice to kiss her that way. She was really good at it. And she had learned it from her mommy!!

I took a deep breath, checking my watch. It was only about 9:30. I’d brought a book with me to read, and Dana did have some DVDs I could watch, comedies and adventure movies I liked. Or I could snoop around if I wanted to. But that didn’t seem like such a good idea. It also didn’t seem very necessary. I couldn’t imagine finding anything more surprising or more exciting than what I’d already discovered about sexy Dana and her little girl.

There was at least one other thing I could do, of course. I could masturbate. That seemed like a very good idea, considering how turned on I was after kissing Chelsea that way.

I began rubbing myself over the outside of my jeans but didn’t do any more than that right away. First I wanted to be sure she was asleep and wouldn’t be getting up to come and find me or anything. For about ten minutes I sat on the couch, gently stroking my crotch, thinking about Chelsea, remembering the feel of her lips on mine, her tongue in my mouth. I could tell my pussy was getting very wet inside.

Finally I got up and tiptoed down the hall to her room, quietly pushing the door open so I could get a look at her. She appeared to be sound asleep. I went and stood by her bed, still rubbing myself on the outside of my jeans. I was very tempted to do something more with her, but I didn’t. I just watched her sleeping.

Then I left the room, pulling her door closed almost all the way, and went back to the sofa. I unbuttoned and unzipped my jeans and pushed my hand inside my panties. My pussy was soaked, so wet that I was surprised it hadn’t leaked through my jeans yet.

I slid my fingers up and down, feeling the thrill when I rubbed the slippery skin over my clit. Parting my lips, I pressed a finger down inside, deep down, into my heated center. I groaned in pleasure, then rubbed my clit some more.

It felt so good touching myself that way. I knew I would be able to come pretty quickly. I thought about taking off my jeans, or at least pushing them down around my knees, but I didn’t want to take a chance in case Dana came home unexpectedly. I figured this way I could zip up quickly if I heard her coming in and not get caught. Maybe.

Taking my hand out of my panties, I tasted myself. So nice, so very nice. I loved the taste of my pussy. I wondered if Chelsea would like it too. That gave me a dirty idea, something to think about, if nothing else.

Closing my eyes, I fantasized that after I gave myself an orgasm, I went to her bedroom and rubbed my wet fingers over her lips, coating them with my juices, even slipping my fingers between her lips, into her mouth, letting the 7-year-old girl taste me as she slept.

That fantasy made me come right away. I remembered to be quiet, not to wake her up, and the effort of restraining my moans and groans seemed to make my climax even more intense. By the time I was done, I was sweating and my fingers were drenched.

I licked my fingers clean, which took a while. It was so enjoyable doing that, I decided to masturbate again. I soon came a second time, and not long after that, a third time. When I was through, after lots of exciting fantasies and three wonderful orgasms, it was almost 11:00 o’clock. That was a very pleasant way to spend an evening!

I cleaned up, washing my hands in the bathroom, and checked on Chelsea again. Still fast asleep. Then I went back to the sofa, got out my book, and read until Dana came home at about 12:45.

“How did everything go?” she asked, displaying that big smile I loved.

“It was great,” I told her. “No problems. Chelsea’s a little doll.”

“Yes, she is, or at least I think so,” she chuckled. “Anyway, I’m glad you like her. Would you mind staying with her again some time? Maybe like next weekend?”

“Sure, um, you mean on Friday?”

“Yeah, Friday is usually when I go out. If I can find a babysitter that is. It’s been hard for me to get someone I feel like I can trust, you know?”

I nodded, though I wasn’t really sure what she meant.

“So, how much is it?” she asked, opening her wallet. “Like, $10 an hour, or something?”

“Yeah, I, well… I don’t really have any set rates or anything. Just whatever you think is right.”

“Oh, you’re so sweet.”

Suddenly she gave me a big hug, pressing her body against mine. I could smell her perfume, along with cigarette smoke and maybe some sweat. The hug was warm and tight. I didn’t know quite what to do, so I just sort of hugged her gently in return.

For a second I thought she might kiss me too, maybe even kiss me the way her daughter had said she kissed her. That would be awesome! But she didn’t. She stepped back, her hands on my shoulders, smiling at me.

She’d taken off her heels, so she was shorter than I was. She probably weighed less than I did too, and I was still under 100 pounds. It felt weird being hugged by an adult who was smaller than me. But I liked it, and I liked Dana. I liked her a lot.

Apparently the feeling was mutual.

“I like you, Julie. I’m so glad we met. It feels like you and me have something in common, kind of like we’re twin souls or something.”

We were? I wasn’t sure about that, but it was nice of her to say it anyway.

She took $60 from her wallet. “Is this enough? I’d really like to give you more, but, you know, things are kind of tight right now.”

The look on Dana’s face was so adorable. Like she wanted to please me, gain my approval. I could see myself falling for her very easily.

“Yeah, sure, of course it’s fine. But, um, you don’t have to give me that much if you don’t want to. If it’s like, hard, I mean, or something.”

“Oh, you angel.”

This time she did kiss me. Not a long kiss, and her lips stayed closed, but a nice little kiss, right on my mouth.

She gave me the $60 and said next time she would try to give me more. I assured her that was plenty. Then I called my mom, and a few minutes later we were on our way home.

“So, how was it?” Mommy asked. “Everything okay?”

“Yeah, it was fine, definitely. I like Chelsea, um, and I like Dana too. She’s nice.”

“She seems to be.” My mother patted my leg.

We rode the rest of the way in silence. I was thinking about Dana, of course, about the way she’d hugged me and the quick little kiss she’d given me. I was also thinking about Chelsea and the long wet kiss we had shared.

That was so amazing, the little girl kissing me that way. It was like a dream. Maybe that’s why I didn’t say anything to my mom about it that night, because it seemed like something that couldn’t actually have happened in real life. Maybe I wouldn’t believe it myself unless it happened again.

Continue on to Chapter 70

Pierced, Part Two

  • Posted on May 14, 2015 at 9:46 am

By JetBoy

 

Jody reclined on the couch with her knees hanging apart, her legs held underneath by stirrups. Her heart pounded with anticipation, raw arousal making her pussy moist and very sensitive.

Gail was looking at her daughter’s vulva beneath a powerful light. She had to, in order to pierce the girl correctly. And the gun wouldn’t do — for this job, hand tools were needed to penetrate the tender flesh.

Jody nibbled at her lower lip, quivering inside as she sensed her slit growing moist. What would her mother be thinking, seeing her sexually excited by the thought of the pain that would soon be lancing through her? Closing her eyes, she tried to think of something, anything else.

“Just relax, Jody,” she heard her mother murmur while gentle fingers opened her cunt. One finger traced the hood of her clitoris, then a sudden blast of cold spray against her vulva made the teen squeal and jerk where she sat.

“Easy,” her mother’s voice admonished. It was firm and cool, in total command yet somehow soothing. But Jody was still tense, palms moist where they gripped the couch.

It came without warning, a sudden and fierce heat lancing deep into her belly. Jody cried out, back arching as it seared its way into her. Wide-eyed, she felt an orgasm smash its way through every inch of her rigid body — and she gasped breathlessly in surprise. Then another climax followed on the heels of the first as a second stabbing pain impaled her. She shook helplessly, holding onto the couch for dear life.

Then her mother was rising, looking down with a lovely big smile, handing her a mirror so she could look down and see the result. Jody’s eyes widened as she saw the delicate little gold ring that had already been inserted, just millimeters from her clit. The flesh was a darker pink and visibly inflamed near the point of entry, but otherwise she seemed just the same.

“Thank you, Mom,” she whispered, intoxicated by the look of it.

Gail placed a warm hand on Jody’s naked thigh. “Perhaps I should do what I used to do when you were little, and you cut yourself,” she murmured, heart hammering.

“What — what was that?” Jody breathed, continuing to stare at herself, spellbound by the way the ring lay just above where her clitoris would extend, hidden within her labia unless she lightly pulled on it.

“Why, a kiss, of course,” Gail grinned as if joking.

Lifting her head, Jody gaped at her mother, her mouth hanging open in shock and surprise. She can’t possibly mean…

And Gail knelt before Jody as a fluid excitement rushed and roared through her body. She’d never known greater anticipation as, her eyes locked on those of her daughter, she slowly bent towards her Jody’s nubile sex, lips parting.

“Oh, my darling,” she whispered, her breath caressing the soft, pliant flesh she was nearing.

Jody sobbed and bucked her hips, coming the instant her mother’s warm lips touched her sex, the wet mouth kissing away the pain to leave her glowing happily, a dull but satisfying ache between her legs.

*****

Jody stayed in bed the following day. It hurt a bit when she tried to walk, and it stung when she urinated. Otherwise it was something she could forget about by reading, or doing her homework.

Her mother came in regularly to see how she was — and there had been an embarrassing moment when Jody had waited with her legs spread apart, hoping her mother would offer to kiss her down there again. But Mom had just patted her shoulder and left. Jody had felt her ears burn as she quickly tugged the covers back up.

Every couple of hours she delicately rubbed some of the ointment she’d been given into the piercing, the lightest of touches making her excited and wet.

She was looking at one of her piercing magazines, studying the photograph of a young woman just a few years older than she was, proudly wearing a full set of rings in her labia. The sight made Jody tingle from head to toe, especially between her thighs.

Jody reached down to fondle her vulva, taking special care not to touch the still tender clitoris. She allowed her fingertip to slip inside the opening of her vagina, cautiously at first, then began to move that finger around in tight little circles.

It felt incredible — and Jody sobbed with pleasure as she masturbated, her eyes riveted to the glossy magazine. The girl in the photo had her legs stretched wide apart as she grinned proudly into the camera.

A twinge of excitement shot through Jody as she imagined herself posing that way, having someone take pictures of her in the nude, the new ring gleaming in her cunt. Then she pictured her mother standing above her with a camera, snapping shot after shot.

Moaning softly, Jody felt an orgasm rapidly swell and build, her body shuddering ecstatically, breath coming in sharp gasps.

*****

Jody stood naked in front of her mother’s full-length mirror a few nights later. Her sex had healed quickly, her mother had explained, so she no longer needed to apply salve.

Now, posing proudly before the mirror, the fourteen-year-old admired the way her little ring protruded from her pussy lips, just visible if she stood with her legs slightly apart. Then there were the other golden loops that hung from her tingling nipples.

Her mother stood to one side, a warm smile on her face.

“So… what do you think of your new ring, baby?” Gail asked. “Pretty, huh?” She certainly thought so, the way it peeked out from between Jody’s labia, framed nicely by the soft pubic down at the junction of her smooth white thighs.

“I love it, Mom,” Jody breathed, allowing a hand to slip almost unconsciously downward to her vulva, one finger gently exploring the curve of her slit, pausing to briefly toy with the golden loop. She was slippery and wet within, burning with a sudden fierce need to pleasure herself, right then and there.

“Honey…” Gail said, “if it’s all right with you, I want to photograph you for my album later tonight. I won’t show your face or anything, just your body. No one will know who you are.”

Jody blushed brightly, her heart beating fast. Another one of her fantasies was suddenly becoming a reality. People would be gazing at her naked pussy… at her ring. They’d see her most private places, see her spread open, maybe even wet!

“Can I have a copy?” she asked suddenly, turning to face her mother.

Gail drew Jody into her arms and hugged the young girl. Her hands slid along her daughter’s back, gliding over the soft skin. She held her close, wishing she had the nerve to let her fingers slip even lower, to cup Jody’s lovely bottom. Instead, Gail just stared at her in the mirror’s reflection, this forbidden desire for her own daughter growing stronger, harder to resist.

*****

The photographs were to be taken in the tattoo parlor. The camera had been set up on a tripod and a new roll of film loaded into it.

Her anticipation building, Jody showered, then went to her room to carefully insert her rings, teasing her nipples gently until they had swollen enough for the tiny hoops to hang freely. There was an alluring glow to her breasts, and she continued to stroke them, well aware of the effect it was having down below.

With a rush of lightheadedness she slid a loose summer dress over her nudity, then hurried downstairs to join her mother.

Gail was waiting in the shop when Jody arrived, and quickly noticed that her daughter was bright-cheeked and visibly excited. Without a word she took the young girl’s hand and guided her into the back room. There sat the couch, now covered with a dark sheet that would emphasize Jody’s alabaster skin.

Jody stared at it all, heart thudding firmly under her left breast. With a start, she realized that Gail was waiting for her to undress — and she quickly tugged the light frock up and off, blushing even more as she revealed her bare body.

“You’re so lovely,” her mother told her, a catch in her voice Jody had not heard before. She couldn’t reply, her throat was too tight. But her pussy was tingling deliciously, and she timidly covered herself there with a trembling hand.

“I hope you’re not going to be this shy in front of the camera,” Gail told her with a smile, trying to ease her daughter’s tension.

Jody just blushed all the more, but let her hand slip to one side, revealing her vulva.

“Perfect,” Gail murmured. She patted the couch, then moved back to let Jody sit.

The girl’s fair skin was brightly flushed, and her nipples were as hard as Gail had ever seen them. Without intending to, she suddenly wondered how they’d feel in her mouth, and licked her lips nervously.

Hiding her face behind the camera, Gail focused on Jody’s breasts. “Breathe in, baby,” she murmured — and her daughter obeyed, the young breasts rising proudly, her rings hanging enticingly from the darkly engorged tips.

The camera whirred, then clicked — and a piece of film slid out of the side with a faint hum.

Gail took two more — one from the side and one close up, so the nipple would fill the photo and show in detail how the piercing had been made.

“Now… down below,” Gail said gently. She was jittery, her hands having a difficult time of lowering the camera on the tripod. Jody watched quietly.

“Ready?” Gail finally asked, peering through the camera viewer.

Jody’s heart raced as she slowly eased her slender young thighs apart. Her breath had grown louder, a faint rasp that seemed to fill the room as she looked at the floor, only occasionally glancing at her mother.

As for Gail, she couldn’t look away. She’d been in the sex industry for over ten years and thought she’d witnessed the most erotic and stimulating sights the scene had to offer, but here in her own daughter she’d found one that surpassed all others. Nothing she knew of could match the simple beauty of Jody as she perched on the edge of the couch, thighs willingly parted. The child’s downy pudendum was on display, now swollen and glistening with excitement; the ring gleaming, lying in wait for the touch that would set her off.

And Jody was gazing at her mother, looking at her wide-eyed with lips slightly parted, a look of utter adoration on her face.

The camera suddenly forgotten, Gail stepped up to her daughter and slid slowly down to kneel before Jody. Her hands cupped the young girl’s knees, urging them still further apart, enough so that Jody’s vulva would open to reveal the fiery pink interior. The scent rose from her to her mother, a youthful musk, fresh from after the teen’s shower.

“God, you’re lovely, Jody,” Gail breathed. Then her head moved forward and her lips parted to gently nuzzle the girl’s fevered labia.

Jody gulped, then cried out loud as she felt her mother’s tongue probe gently between the wings of her sex, invading her slit for the briefest instant, then gliding from anus to clitoris in one long, slow lick.

“Mom!” Jody wailed, but it wasn’t to stop her mother. The sensation of a hot, slippery tongue exploring her girlish secrets was too tremendous for words. She threw her head back, panting with excitement, quivering from head to toe.

Jody’s hands found their way to the back of Gail’s head, drawing the woman’s face deeper into her groin. “Oh… oh!” she gasped, a blinding climax smashing into her body like a fist as her mother’s teeth captured the tiny hoop of gold and gently tugged upon it. A high keening sound issued from Jody’s clenched throat as Gail guided her through orgasm, rising to a cry as her ecstasy reached its peak.

Gail placed soft, loving kisses upon the young girl’s still quivering thighs as Jody lay spent, panting for breath. Finally she rose, licking her child’s sweetness from her lips. Jody’s eyes fluttered open, and the dazed teen stared up at her mother, eyes radiant with love.

Gail smiled sweetly at her daughter, stepped behind the camera to quickly take the picture she needed, then returned to her kneeling position, once more lowering her mouth to her daughter’s luscious sex.

Jody moaned, her eyes widening as her mother began licking her again. This wasn’t like moments before, when Mom had teased her to climax with a gentle tongue. Now she was feasting on Jody’s cunt like a woman possessed, licking and sucking hotly, plunging her tongue deep into her daughter’s vagina, flicking the ring aside when it was in her path.

The crazed teen moaned in disbelief. It’s too soon… I just came, haven’t even caught my breath yet but it feels so good SO GOOD oh Jesus Mommy what’re you DOING to me!?

She jerked as she felt a second climax growing near, spreading her legs apart even further to aid her mother in the woman’s efforts to bring her off. The rising heat between Jody’s legs grew more and more intense by the second, until… until…

“Oh… oh God. Oh! OH!” she cried out, skating along the edge of release, but not yet, not just yet. Her mother was holding back from taking her all the way, drawing out Jody’s pleasure until the girl’s head swam. She tried to plead, but no words would come.

Gail lifted her gaze to meet the desperate eyes of her daughter; noting the trembling of her body, the wetness of her cunt. Taking pity on the poor child, Gail framed Jody’s sex with both hands as she knowingly lifted her mouth, so her daughter could see the tip of her tongue lifting the little ring, then swiftly sucking the ring and Jody’s swollen clit into her mouth.

The teen’s response was immediate. “Yes, YES!” Jody screamed, her legs tensing as she was swallowed whole by the sweet agony of orgasm. She sobbed as Mom’s hot mouth pressed itself onto her sex, the tongue flicking at her pierced clitoris again and again.

“Oh! Oh! OH! OHHH!” Jody cried, helplessly pumping her hips into her mother’s face.

And Gail eagerly wrapped her hands around her daughter’s ass, holding the teen firmly to her mouth, Jody’s back arching up from the couch as she came and came, finally falling back in a sweaty heap. She took a long shuddering breath, staring without seeing into empty space while sweet aftershocks caused the muscles of her thighs and arms to twitch helplessly.

Gail slowly struggled to her feet and looked down at her daughter, suddenly consumed with a fear that Jody might think her disgusting for what she’d just done. The joy she’d felt while making love to her daughter had quickly fled, leaving a cold knot of terror in her belly.

But then Jody flung herself up from the sofa to hug her mother, holding Gail tightly while she wept tears of happiness into the woman’s shoulder. “Thank you, Mom, thank you,” she kept repeating as she dampened the fabric of her mother’s blouse.

Gail sighed with relief and hugged her nude daughter, holding her tightly as images of a wonderful future for them both flashed through her mind in a joyous montage of love, sex and motherhood.

Then a cold tendril of concern touched her, and she drew back, studying Jody’s face. “Darling… do you feel what I just did to you was wrong?” she asked hesitantly.

“I… I don’t know,” Jody murmured. She knew it was wrong, really, but didn’t care. Not even a bit.

“Well… I can p-promise never to do it again,” Gail murmured, the sudden sting of tears making her eyes flutter. “I mean, I don’t want to lose you because — because of this,” she hurried on.

“Oh Mom, it isn’t that!” Jody cried, squeezing her mother tightly. “I love you so much, Mom — more than ever!”

“Is it… something else then?” Gail asked softly as she held her daughter, inhaling the lovely fragrance of her hair.

Jody hesitated for a moment, then pulled back to face her mother. “Mom, did you ever, um, fantasize about me, before you… licked my p-pussy?” she asked.

Gail blushed, then smiled shyly at her beautiful child. “Yes, baby… I did.”

“So a fantasy can turn into reality, can’t it?” Jody murmured. “I mean, we won’t do things like that if you don’t want to, but I’d like to… be that way with you. I — I love you, Mom,” she continued, suddenly unsure of herself. “I mean, I really, really love you. Like, more than you just being my mother.” She burned with feelings she only dimly understood, only certain of one thing: she didn’t want to lose this new, special thing she had found. “Oh, Mom, you love me like that too… don’t you?” she pleaded.

“Darling,” Gail sobbed and groped blindly for her daughter. “I understand.” She took Jody’s face in her hands, gazing deep into the girl’s misty eyes. “Honey,” she whispered, “You’re right. I’m in love with you.”

They hugged for a long while, Gail acutely conscious of her daughter’s nude body against her fully clothed one. Jody drew back to wipe her eyes. “Feeling better?” Gail asked, giving her a tentative smile.

Jody nodded and smiled back. She did. The tension in the pit of her belly had gone, and she felt a new closeness to her mother that suddenly had her very excited. Moistening her lips, she leaned in to whisper in Gail’s ear, “I want to see your pussy now, Mom.” She reached for the button of her mother’s skirt.

“You make me happy, honey,” Gail breathed as Jody’s hands clumsily unfastened her skirt. “So very happy.” She dropped it to the floor, letting her daughter view her in her panties for a few heartbeats before slipping them down and off. Quickly shucking her top to bare her breasts, Gail sat down on the couch, spreading her thighs. She ran her fingers through the thatch of curls that adorned her mound, opening her cunt to expose glistening flesh within.

“Please, Jody,” she breathed, “make love to me.”

Jody slowly knelt front of her reclining mother, smitten by the beauty of Gail’s nude body. A little blue swallow was tattooed on one hip, inches from the trimmed bush, and the golden hoops in her nipples shone brightly. Drawn to them, Jody grasped her mother’s bare shoulders, leaning in to capture the pierced tip of the left breast with her mouth.

“Yessss,” hissed Gail, her arms moving to cradle Jody’s face to her chest. “Suck Mommy’s nipples, mmmmyeah… just like when you were a b-baby.”

Jody grinned. “Not quite the same, Mom.” And she took the shiny ring between her teeth, giving it a little tug.

“Fuck!” blurted Gail. “Oh, Jody, yes… now d-do the other one, please.”

Quickly shifting to the right breast, Jody teased the ringed nipple with a few flashing licks, then captured the ring and pulled.

Her mother inhaled sharply, then sighed. “God… that’s lovely. Don’t keep doing it, though — you m-might, oooh, just might make me come this way.” Cupping Jody’s face in her hands, Gail gave the girl a brief kiss. “You know what I need now, sweetheart, don’t you?”

“I — I think so, Mom.”

“Good.” Gail lay back, allowing her body to fully relax, hooking one leg over the sofa’s armrest to fully expose her cunt and anus to the enthralled teenager.

Licking her lips, Jody slowly lowered her face to her mother’s crotch. God, Mom’s pussy is so beautiful, she thought… like a dewy pink flower. Closing her eyes, she savored the rich, musky scent of a woman in heat.

“Yes, my good angel. Yes,” Gail whispered, her body aching with need as her daughter drew closer.

Jody gently trailed her tongue along the edges of her mother’s labia, head spinning as she went down on another woman for the first time. The thick taste of Mom’s cunt was ambrosia — and the heady aroma surrounded, enticed her. She drank deep from her mother, her body taut with excitement, thrilling to Gail’s long and anguished sob of ecstasy.

“Oh darling, you’re so sweet,” Gail panted. She spread herself even wider, urging the girl to lick inside, then gasping as she felt her daughter’s tongue slowly slide into the vaginal opening. “Oh yes!” she panted. “Lick Mommy’s pussy,” she moaned, those wicked words exciting Gail nearly as much as the lovely darting tongue and hot sucking mouth that were exploring her treasures.

“D-d-don’t stop,” Gail panted urgently, her excitement building quickly now. “Oh, yes, honey. J-just like that… oh my God…”

And Jody’s fingers crept into her mother’s bush, seeking, then stroking the inflamed clitoris.

That did the trick. Gail bit her lip until it nearly bled, a convulsive orgasm enveloping her body like an incandescent flash of light, each swipe of that marvelous tongue making her shudder with pleasure. Finally she patted Jody’s shoulder, gasping “No more, honey.”

Jody mopped her moist brow. “Was… was that all right?” she timidly asked.

Gail’s heart melted at the sight of her lovely naked daughter, her eyes wide, mouth and chin shining with the essence of her own cunt. “Oh, baby, it was the best!” Gail sighed, sweeping her daughter into her arms and hugging her tightly, luxuriating in the feeling of this young girl’s smooth, soft body against hers while the aftermath of her orgasm still resonated through her belly and limbs.

They lay together a long while, then Gail disentangled herself from her child’s embrace. “Come on, hon,” she said softly. “It’s time to turn in — and tonight, you’re sharing my bed.” She placed a loving kiss upon Jody’s mouth. “In fact, you can move your things into my room if you like, honey… I want to sleep with my sweet lover every night from now on.” She brushed Jody’s cheek. “Does that sound good, baby?”

A delicious shiver of anticipation flickered through Jody’s body. “Yes, Mom,” she cooed, “I’d like that.”

Gail took her daughter’s face in her hands and gazed at the sweet young girl with a look of adoration. “Oh, Jody,” she whispered, “I am so in love with you.”

Jody pressed her mother’s hand to her mouth, tenderly kissing the soft palm. “I love you too, Mom… more than anything.”

Leaving their clothes behind, they walked upstairs naked, hand in hand.

Pierced, Part One

  • Posted on May 14, 2015 at 9:40 am

By JetBoy

Dressed and ready for school, fourteen-year-old Jody entered the sunny kitchen one Tuesday morning to find her mother Gail seated at the table, a concerned expression on her face.

“Honey… we need to talk,” Gail said softly.

Jody froze as she glanced down at the table, confronted by the well-worn erotic piercing magazines she had filched from her mother’s adult book and sex toy store, which Gail operated downstairs from their apartment.

Jody was frozen to the spot as she felt the blood drain from her face. “W-what–”

“I found these under your mattress when I turned it yesterday, Jody,” Gail said. “Would you like to tell me why you took these from the shop?”

Jody’s heart sank. Her mother now knew her darkest secret — her obsession with piercing. She began to tremble with shame, tears filling her eyes. “I… I d-don’t know — I mean…” she stammered, and suddenly she was crying for real.

“Oh, honey, don’t cry,” Gail said, rising to put an arm around the trembling girl and guide her into a chair. Jody felt numb all over as she wept into her hands, unable to meet her mother’s gaze.

“Now,” Gail said, sitting down beside her forlorn daughter, “why don’t you tell me all about it? How you feel about… this, honey.” She picked up a magazine as she slipped a comforting arm around the young teen’s waist.

Gently sobbing, Jody began by telling her mother of her confused longings.

The tale came in fits and starts as Jody haltingly explained her obsession with piercing. The rush of excitement she had first felt at the sight of a woman with metal rings in her nipples, smiling from the cover of a glossy magazine. How the image had lingered in her mind, tantalizing her, compelling her to learn more.

That magazine was the first one she had taken from the shop, smuggling it upstairs under her jacket. That evening, she had pored hungrily through its contents after her mother had gone to bed, utterly enthralled. Jody described how her heart had raced when she saw the photo of a clitoral piercing, the arousal she’d experienced at the knowledge that yes, women even wore jewelry down there. She had masturbated herself to orgasm that night, the magazine spread out on the bed before her.

“Ever since then,” Jody sniffled, “I… I just couldn’t stop — thinking about it.”

Gail rocked her daughter tenderly as she spoke, wondering how best to handle this. She would have loved to just tell Jody that she was too young to think about such things, but her own mother had tried that on Gail’s teenage cravings with no success. No, if they were to work this out, then some sort of solution had to be found for dealing honestly with her daughter’s desires.

Jody lifted her tearstained face to look meekly up at her mother. “I’m s-sorry, Mom,” she whimpered.

“I do understand, precious,” Gail sighed, gently rocking Jody in her arms. “You have these urges, buried deep inside. And you need to satisfy them so badly that you just can’t wait. Then you end up doing all sorts of foolish things, just so you can get some relief,” she murmured, her eyes thoughtful as she stroked Jody’s hair.

“You’re… n-not mad at me then?” Jody asked through her sniffles.

“No, no. I’m sorry you felt as if you couldn’t share this with me, but that’s all,” Gail murmured, smiling fondly at her daughter. The girl had been growing prettier with each passing day and the thought of Jody exploring her awakening sexuality had Gail feeling strangely light-headed.

“So… what happens now?” Jody asked hesitantly.

“I guess I’ll phone the school and tell them you’re not coming in today. Then how about you coming down to the shop with me, and we’ll have a look at piercing your nipples?” Gail smiled.

Jody’s breath caught and she stared wide-eyed at her mother. “You mean it?” she gasped.

“Sure,” Gail chuckled. “Just as long as you don’t flaunt them at school or anything. At your age, you can only have it done if a parent signs an approval form anyway,” she added, then reached for Jody’s hand. “Come on, hon… let’s go downstairs.”

The room was exactly as it ever was, and yet it now looked completely different to Jody’s excited eyes. It was no longer just the shop her mother owned — it was now the place where her breasts would feel the sweet fire of being pierced, where a needle would be driven through her virgin nipples.

“You’re sure you want to do this, now.” her mother asked.

“Certain,” Jody nodded emphatically.

“All right,” Gail murmured, “then take off your top and your bra, and sit here.” She patted a spot on the couch, watching her daughter slide from her blouse and undo her bra. Jody’s breasts were small, but flawless, capped with candy-pink nipples.

God, she is lovely, Gail thought.

Jody’s face and chest were flushed at the thought of what was to about to happen. She sat on the couch, feeling a slight twinge of embarrassment as she thrust her breasts out, the nipples already swollen with anticipation. “I’m ready,” she whispered.

Gail gently swiped each of her daughter’s nipples with an antiseptic wash. “Hold still, now,” she murmured, hefting the gun in her left hand to lay a supporting palm on the right hand side of the firm young breast. The nipple was still standing proudly and the young girl was holding her breath. Gail pressed the trigger and there was a burst of released air as the gun drove the golden stud in.

Jody bit her lip and sobbed. The pain was wrenching in its intensity. She arched her back, savoring the burning sensation that came after the initial hot spike. It filled her chest and brought a soft whimper of pleasure to her lips.

“Okay?” Gail asked as she studied the expression on her daughter’s face, amazed that the girl could look so calm and collected just after having her nipple impaled by a golden stud. Blissful, even.

“Yes. I — I’m ready for the other one,” Jody gasped. She thrust her chest forward, gripping the couch on either side as her mother reversed her hands to bring the gun up on the other side. She took a breath and held it, crying with astonished delight as she felt the sudden knife-like thrust of the second stud, piercing her other nipple.

“Oh, Mom!” she gasped, reaching up to cup both breasts while her nipples throbbed hotly. Her heavy breathing gradually slowed, steadied. Finally she lifted a flushed face to meet her mother’s eyes. “So… how soon can I have the rings put in?” Jody murmured, her fingers lightly brushing the inflamed nipples.

“Six days,” Gail replied with a smile. “Now get dressed and get out of here. I need to open for business!”

Jody quietly rose and slipped her top on, then picked up the bra, letting it dangle from one hand. “Thank you, Mom,” she breathed, reaching for her mother and hugging her close. “I love you.” She held Gail for a long moment, then pulled back slightly to give her a soft kiss on the mouth. She smiled dreamily at her mother, then exited by the staircase.

Gail stood there a long time, her lips tingling from Jody’s sweet kiss. It had been a long time since anyone had had such a powerful effect on her, but her own child had done it. Now, Gail desperately needed a few minutes on her own before she could do anything else. She quickly unfastened her pants and sat back on the couch, a hand snaking into her panties to fondle her cunt. She had been far too long without making love to a woman, and the sight of Jody’s bare breasts was a real thrill, even if they belonged to her own child. The sight of her daughter’s pert nipples pierced by gleaming studs, the look of ecstasy on the young girl’s face — these images would remain with Gail for a long, long time.

Gail’s breath hissed through clenched teeth as she burst into a convulsive orgasm.

*****

That afternoon after school found Jody at her dressing table, blouse and bra removed as she carefully inspected her pierced nipples. They were still exceedingly tender, yet they looked divine with the little gold studs pressed through their tips. She knew she should leave her nipples alone to let them heal, but she just couldn’t keep herself from reaching up to touch them.

Even the lightest of strokes sent thrilling sensations through her breasts, making her breath catch and her eyes dart to the mirror to catch her reflection. She licked her lips, then touched both nipples again. Once again those delicious, dizzying feelings coursed through her chest, making her tremble.

Eyes closed, she spread her legs. Starting just above her knees, she let her fingernails slowly scratch a path along her inner thighs, moving steadily toward the front of her panties. In her mind’s eye, she pictured the tips of her breasts ringed and chained, imagined the nipples being pulled by the rings.

Frantic with arousal, Jody slid a hand into her panties to explore her pussy, rubbing the heated flesh fiercely as her breath quickened. Within seconds she sobbed and doubled over her rubbing hand, gasping as she came.

*****

Gail switched off the news with a flick of the remote, and both women rose from the couch. Jody kissed her mother, whispered a soft “Good night, Mom,” then went to her room to prepare for bed.

She was just about to remove her top when there came a soft tapping on her door. “Come in,” she called.

Her mother entered. “I just wanted to make sure you’re all right,” Gail said, almost apologetically. “How do the studs feel?”

“They feel fine,” Jody murmured, blushing a bit as she pulled off her top to bare her breasts.

Gail stepped closer to place a warm hand on Jody’s breast, strangely excited at how lovely the soft globe felt to the touch. Then she was stroking them, unable to resist. Hardly believing what she was doing, Gail took a golden stud between her fingertips and gently twisted it, a shock of arousal pulsing through her body as she heard Jody gasp.

“Does it hurt?” Gail asked.

Jody nodded, eyes intent on her mother’s fingers. “But it feels good, too,” she said, willing her mother to do it again.

Gail did just that, feeling a wicked thrill as she watched her daughter react, listened to the sharp intake of breath while the girl’s soft white thighs tightened against each other.

“Yes, they feel fine,” Gail mumbled, her heart pounding in her chest. She pulled her hands away and fastened her eyes elsewhere — anywhere but her daughter’s lovely breasts. When did she become so… so perfect? she wondered.

“Should I, um, rub some ointment into them, do you think?” Jody asked timidly.

Gail turned back to look at the fourteen-year-old. The girl seemed to be waiting for her to say or do something, eyes pleading.

“It couldn’t hurt,” she agreed.

“Can you help me with it, Mom?” Jody asked timidly, but with a smile. She had a tube in her hand and was holding it out towards her mother.

Gail watched as her trembling hand took the tube, biting her lip nervously as Jody leaned back against the dressing table, the gold studs gleaming in the bedroom light. Gail couldn’t swallow, and her pussy was quickly growing moist.

Shaking her head slightly to clear it, Gail gently dabbed a little ointment onto each breast, then put the tube down so she could use both hands in rubbing the smooth gel onto Jody’s firm nipples. “You have to tell me if I’m doing it too hard,” Gail said softly, her heart hammering in her chest, even as she tried to hide her growing excitement.

“It’s f-fine,” Jody breathed.

It’s more than fine, the girl told herself – it’s tremendous. Her mother’s fingers were pinching and twisting each nipple in turn, pulling on the tender buds and making a warm, exquisite ache fill her chest.

“You’re sure,” Gail asked, her eyes riveted to her daughter’s flushed face.

Jody closed her eyes as a sudden orgasm swept through her, unable to stifle a gasp of ecstasy as sweet fire bloomed and flowed beneath her belly. It receded quickly, and she panted for breath, aware that Mom’s fingers were no longer touching her breasts. Jody opened her eyes to meet those of her mother, understanding flowing between them before Gail licked her lips and nodded.

“Get a good night’s sleep,” she told her daughter, then placed a soft, lingering kiss on Jody’s mouth before exiting the room.

*****

Time passed slowly for Jody, and those six days seemed to take forever.

Now, at last, the wait was over — and Gail invited Jody downstairs to the store, to choose from the different rings that were available to her.

“I can pick any of them?” Jody asked as she stared at the collection with wide-eyed excitement.

“Absolutely any,” Gail told her with a maternal smile.

In the end, Jody choose a pair of small, slender rings that looked very cute and feminine hanging from her nipples.

“What do you think?” Jody asked her mother as she stood before Gail topless, the shiny rings winking in the light.

“Simply adorable,” Gail murmured. She’d done countless nipple piercings in the past, but Jody was something special. Perhaps it was the smallness of her breasts, or the cuteness of her pert pink nipples — maybe the taboo thrill of touching her daughter’s bare body. Whatever the reason, she found herself staring at the shiny rings, wanting to fondle them once more. Helpless to resist, she stepped closer, thoughtfully studying Jody’s chest.

“They’re not too tight, then?” she asked, feigning concern in order to reach up and turn one ring through its hole in her tender flesh.

Jody shook her head, unwilling to trust her voice as she once more experienced the thrill of having her nipples touched by Mom. She looked down, head spinning as she watched the rings being turned through her piercings. She licked her lips, her cheeks burning as her mother’s breath quickened.

“What do you like best?” Gail said softly, her daughter’s rings held lightly between her fingers.

“P-pulling. Twisting,” Jody whispered, all but trembling with excitement.

“Like… this?” her mother breathed, fingers tugging gently at the golden hoops.

Jody bit her lip and nodded, a sob escaping her lips. Glorious sensations lanced through her body as she arched and groaned, her hands tightening on the couch as her pussy came suddenly alive.

“Harder,” she urged her mother as the initial pain subsided to a warm glow. “Oh, please, harder…”

Scarcely able to breathe, Gail pulled still harder and, as her daughter cried out, turned the rings to twist Jody’s swollen nipples.

“Mom!” Jody sobbed, gritting her teeth as white heat surged through her nipples, rippling down her body and between her thighs. She cried out once more, a high-pitched mew escaping her lips as she climaxed. She panted and gasped from pleasure, finally slumping back on the couch. Breathlessly, she whispered “Thank you, Mom.”

“I love how it feels when I play with my own rings like that,” Gail sighed dreamily. “It makes my nipples feel so warm.”

Jody’s startled eyes popped open. “Mom — your nipples are pierced, too?”

“Of course, baby,” Gail smiled. Outwardly calm, her heart pounded as she casually asked, “Would you like to see…?”

Her face flushed slightly, Jody began to speak, then simply nodded her head.

Gail reached for the bottom of her shirt and tugged it over her head. She wore no bra, and her breasts stood proudly.

Jody’s eyes grew wide as she studied her mother’s nakedness. Gail wore a ruby stud in each nipple, and they seemed to wink at the teen as she drew closer. “Wow,” she breathed.

“It’s all right,” Gail murmured, trying to hide the excitement in her voice. “You can touch them if you want.”

Jody slowly extended her hand to her mother’s right breast, taking the shiny stud between her fingers, studying it. Unable to restrain her curiosity, she tugged at it gently.

“Mmmm,” sighed Gail. “I like that.”

“Do you?” Jody whispered, her mouth dry. She tugged again, harder this time.

“Ooohhhh…” her mother moaned. She placed a trembling hand on her daughter’s arm. “Do the other one too, baby. It feels lovely…”

Hardly believing that she was touching own her mother’s nipples, Jody took hold of the other stud and began to pull and twist at them both.

Gail’s eyes closed and her mouth fell open as sweet sensations pulsed through her breasts. Unable to restrain her sudden need, she slid a hand between her thighs, pressing the palm against her now throbbing vulva.

Jody’s head spun. God, this was incredible — she was helping her own mother get off! She knew that this wasn’t the kind of game parents and children should play together, but somehow it felt so sweet, so right. Mom had just made her feel good, so why couldn’t she return the favor? Granted, it did feel strange to watch Mom rub her pussy. But it was cool, too, like they were both bonding in a special way. She twisted Gail’s nipples once again, this time harder than before.

A moan burst from Gail’s throat as a sudden orgasm tore through her body. She bit her lip, swaying in place, overcome with pleasure.

After a moment her eyes opened and she breathed, “That was… wonderful, honey. Thank you so much.” She drew Jody into her arms and hugged her child lovingly. Their bare breasts pressed together, and Gail sighed happily at how nice that felt. God, she was getting turned on all over again…

She pulled away, reaching for her top. “Come on, now — let’s get dinner ready.”

They dressed in silence, then in a small voice, Jody said “Mom? Do you think I’m weird?”

As if suddenly waking to what they had just done, Gail paused for a moment, then smiled, reaching for her daughter’s hand. “No, hon,” she murmured, giving it an affectionate squeeze. “Or if you are, then it’s just part of what makes you special.” Then she gave Jody a concerned look. “You will be careful, though, won’t you? I don’t want you harming that lovely body of yours for a moment’s pleasure.”

“I won’t,” Jody blushed. It should have felt strange, talking about sexual needs with her mother — and yet it felt completely natural, just like the pleasures they had shared moments ago. She made a sudden decision.

“Mom,” she asked hesitantly, “Can I have my, um, pussy pierced too?”

“Your pussy?” Gail gasped. Oh, God. Her fourteen-year-old daughter’s adolescent sex. Gail’s head reeled as she thought of having the young girl seated on the couch, thighs spread wide to display her cunt. She imagined how soft it would be, its rich scent, the delicate contours and folds…

“Mom?” Jody’s voice broke into her reverie.

“I don’t know, darling. It’s not something that can be undone later in life, you know,” Gail said hesitantly.

“I know that,” Jody blushed. “Only, it would make it easier to…” she murmured, “you know — to get m-myself off.”

“And not everyone is built to be pierced down there, honey.” Gail said slowly. That wasn’t strictly true, but it would give her a reason to examine her daughter first.

“Do you want to have a look?” Jody asked. “I don’t mind.” The idea of displaying her pussy to her mother so openly felt kind of weird, but she so desperately wanted to wear a ring in her sex, one she could pull and twist.

“Are you sure you want this, Jody?” Gail asked, taking hold of her daughter’s shoulders and peering firmly into her brown eyes.

“Yes!” Jody nodded, her heart galloping, legs quivering with excitement.

Gail had run her sex shop long enough to know that what she was feeling right then wasn’t normal. She took a deep breath, but it didn’t ease the tightness in her throat and belly. Her face burnt as she realised she was aroused, a deep-banked warmth glowing between her thighs at the thought of piercing her daughter’s sex.

But she didn’t want to stop there, she now understood. The craving she had went far beyond that. She wanted to touch her daughter in ways a mother shouldn’t. To kiss her like a lover. To lie with her naked.

She took a long, trembling breath to clear away these unwanted thoughts — but this time, they refused to budge. “Let’s see if we’re able to, then,” she heard herself say. “Go ahead, honey. Get undressed.”

Jody tried not to let her hands shake as she quickly undid her skirt and dropped it to the floor, then reached for the waistband of her panties. Not daring to look at her mother, she peeled them down her slender hips to her feet, then slowly sat on the couch and parted her legs. Only then did she look toward Gail, the breath aching in her lungs as she felt her pussy tingle and pulse.

Gail sat and wheeled her chair forward, brown slightly furrowed in concentration. Her daughter’s sex was a breathtaking sight — the labia darkened with arousal, golden blond hairs framing the slight gap of her vulva, the nubbin of her clitoris protruding just enough to be seen. Gail reached out to part the girl’s legs just a little further, and Jody’s cunt opened slightly, revealing glistening pink flesh.

“What sort of piercing do you want?” Gail breathed, desperate to conceal the all-enveloping desire she felt.

Jody licked her lips as she reached between her legs to carefully part her dewy folds, breath quickening as she completely exposed herself to her mother. “I thought maybe a little ring, through here,” she replied, timidly touching the hood of her clit.

Gail tore her eyes away from Jody’s sex to look into the teen’s rosy-cheeked face. “Now you know, honey, that if I do that, you’ll feel the ring constantly when you move?” she asked. She felt another surge of unwanted lust as the young girl nodded. “All right, then. We’ll do it tomorrow night, after I close up the shop. Go ahead and get dressed.”

As Gail watched Jody slide her panties up those slender legs, she imagined how a butterfly would look, tattooed on the soft skin of her daughter’s inner thigh. Or perhaps a little hummingbird with its beak open, as if quenching its thirst from the moist flower above it.

Continue on to Part Two

Sexy Stepsister Spy, Part Two

  • Posted on May 14, 2015 at 8:31 am

By eloquent delinquent

 
Kristin drew the wet finger back out. “I’ll do it for you, Mina. I’ll show you how I masturbate my ass. I’ll get off for you, and I’m sure I’ll love it.”

“Yeah?” Mina’s eyes sparkled.

“Yeah,” Kristin replied. “But you have to do something for me first. I get to watch you.”

The girl suddenly shied up. “Watch me do what?”

“I want you to show me how you squeezed your pussy, last night. Will you do that for me?”

“I guess so,” Mina said, being coy, but really, she did want to squeeze herself again. It was like her pussy desperately wanted to be touched. And so, never breaking eye contact with Kristin, she reached down and cupped her hand over the groin of her pajamas, over her puffy wet pussy, and squeezed. Pleasure swept up from it like a wave, made her go, “Ooo,” and wobble a bit on her feet. The feeling of her pussy in her hand was fascinating – she could feel the heat of it, her pajamas were getting wetter from the contact.

Kristin’s mouth opened and she gasped in sympathy, watching her little stepsister’s reaction. She said, “Squeeze it again.”

Mina did, and the gush of sensation was a little stronger, better than before. She was a bit frightened by the intensity of it, part of her wanted to stop. But Kristin was here, she’d tell her what to do, she knew how to make it happen.

Kristin raised a hand, and made what looked to Mina like a slow, ‘come here’ gesture, saying, “Now do it steadily, like a rhythm. Can you do that?”

Mina nodded uncertainly, but did as she was told. It kind of unraveled her. Her eyelids drooped shut, her mouth hung open. The pleasure seemed to multiply, like she was drifting higher, and at the same time this funny knot was tightening somewhere inside, making it hard to breathe.

Seeing her heaving chest, Kristin asked, “How do you like it?”

“Uhnf, so good…”

“Yeah,” she encouraged, sitting up on the toilet, cupping one hand over her breast and gently pinching her sensitive nipple. Her other hand drifted down over her tummy, settling in her thick, kinky pubes, slowly tugging her pussy lips upward, teasing herself, not wanting to rush. “What do you call what you’re doing?”

“I’m, umm, I’m masturbating.”

“Do you know what you’re feeling?”

“I don’t know, I don’t know what to call it.”

“You feel sexy.”

Mina’s eyelids fluttered, “Sexy…”

“Sexy is when you listen to your body, and it tells you to give it pleasure, like you’re doing now. Sexy is when you see somebody else, and your body tells you that you want to give them pleasure.” Kristin licked her lips, spread her legs. “It makes me feel sexy, watching you do that.”

“Like you want to touch me? Like you want to masturbate me?”

Kristin nodded, but Mina was so lost in her sensations that she didn’t notice. So Kristin asked, “Do you want to touch me? You can, if you want.”

The 11-year old’s green eyes opened about halfway, as if trying to rouse herself from a dream. She stared brazenly at Kristin’s body. The tip of her tongue appeared, pink and glistening, and her mouth slowly widened into a smile full of lust. “I want to touch your boobie, the way you’re touching it.”

Kristin’s body was electrified by her stepsister’s growing desire and lowering inhibitions. She released her breast and pulled her shoulders back, presenting herself with a seductive pout. “Don’t stop masturbating though, okay?”

“I won’t,” Mina assured, and shuffled a couple of awkward steps forward, hand still kneading her crotch through her jammies. Their toes nearly touched, and Mina was a little taller than Kristin sitting. Her new big sister looked up at her expectantly.

Drunk on the pleasure surging steadily out from her masturbation, Mina watched her free hand rise and close gently around Kristin’s pert boobie. It was sooo soft, so warm. It was lighter than she guessed, for some reason she was reminded of pastry and its lightness. She gently squeezed it, felt it yield, and Kristin went, “Mmm,” and looked down to what Mina was doing to her. She cupped that pretty boobie, stroked it, and ran her thumb over the stiff, rubbery brown nipple, surprised by its heat.

“Oh that’s nice,” Kristin gasped, looking back up. She reached out and cupped Mina’s blushy face, almost like Mina was cupping her tit. Her little hand felt so good, it made her so horny knowing that her stepsister was feeling her up. She drew Mina’s head down and closed her lips over the girl’s.

Mina had never kissed anyone like this, and better yet, it was her stepsister! A burst of sparkly feelings went off in her head. Her hips rocked with pleasure. She pinched Kristin’s nipple, and the older girl groaned against her mouth. It tickled. Mina drew back, stifling a giggle.

“Okay, now open your mouth a little and I’ll touch your tongue on mine.”

The giggle spilled out. “Really?”

“Yeah. It’s grownup, you’ll like it. Don’t you want to kiss me again?”

Mina didn’t reply. She just parted her lips and leaned back down, planting her open mouth on Kirstin’s, waiting to see what she would do. At first they just kissed deeper, almost like chewing on each other, breathing each other’s breath, and that made her feel that sexy way, like Kristin told her. But then she felt Kristin’s warm soft tongue slide warmly over her own, and Mina just melted. When her stepsister’s tongue drew away, she nervously extended her own into her stepsister’s steamy mouth, and when she touched her tongue, Kristin responded, they tangled tongues together, tasting each other, it was… it was magical.

Although one hand continued to fondle her stepsister’s luscious breast, Mina let go of her overheated pussy and placed her other hand on Kristin’s smooth shoulder, and they kissed and tongued with appetite. Kristin’s hand tangled in Mina’s hair, holding her close, and Mina went lightheaded, lost in it.

Finally, Kristin came up for air, unbelievably surprised and aroused by the horny miracle her little stepsister was turning out to be. Their eyes met and they both laughed softly at what was happening.

“You were right,” Mina breathed, “that was amazing.”

Kristin glanced down. “You stopped masturbating.”

“Sorry, I really liked kissing your tongue too.”

Kristin’s dark eyes shone in a sudden bright smile. “That’s okay, so did I. Did you cum?”

“I don’t think so? I don’t know.”

“Believe me, you’d know.” Kristin wiggled her hips on the toilet seat – she’d been waiting for this. “You want me to show you how?”

Mina bit her lower lip, and asked, “How?”

Tossing back her hair, removing Mina’s hand from her stimulated tit and opening her legs to her stepsister’s greedy gaze, Kristin said, “I know you like watching me. So watch me and just do what I do. I’ll help you.”

“Okay. I guess so.”

“Well first, let’s take care of this,” Kristin said, reaching out and tugging Mina’s pajama bottoms down. Mina’s hand shot back up to her mouth nervously. The flannel crumpled in a heap around her ankles, and the 15- year old got her first look at her stepsister’s pussy, bare, puffy, slick and glowing pink from all the excitement. It was beautiful, a ripe little fruit full of juice. “You want to be able to touch your little peach.”

“Pussy,” Mina corrected,

Kristin chuckled. “Pussy.” She lifted her knees, tipped her hips and got her hand in position. She made sure Mina was watching, which she shouldn’t have worried about. Mina was focused on her little pink morsel. “Take your middle finger and start just by running it up and down your slit, like this,” and as she demonstrated she felt the wild pleasure pulse out from her happy pussy. But she couldn’t lose control. Not yet.

She watched Mina emulate her. “Slowly,” Kristin said, “Really feel it. Get it nice and wet.”

“I’m already really wet. I think I soaked my pj’s.”

“Mmm, you are a bit of a slut. In that case you’re ready. Take your finger and feel down to the soft little hole there. That’s your vagina. Do you feel it?”

Mina’s eyes unfocused for a second. “Uhm. Yeah.”

“I’m gonna slip my wet finger into my vagina, and I want you to do it too. The deeper you go, the better it feels. But if you bump against anything or it smarts, stop pushing. Ready?”

“Yeah, I wanna.”

“Okay, do it with me,” Kristin said, and with Mina serving as a kind of erotic mirror, she felt her finger slip into her over-excited canal, crying out to be fucked. But she kept it still, watching her little stepsister as she delicately inserted her own finger, gradually, her face washing with surprise and pleasure, until her palm bumped her mound.

“It’s all the way in,” Mina gasped.

Kristin grinned. All that soccer must have broken her in early. “How does it feel?”

“Oh my god.”

“Now, move your finger in and out, like this,” Kristin said, starting to stir her honeypot, and watching Mina’s excitement as she explored her cute little pussy only enhanced the hot thrills racing from her own. She couldn’t resist speeding up, she needed it. “Feel with your body, go as fast as you want, find a rhythm, like you did through your jammies.”

Mina copied her sexy stepsister at first, but soon she felt what Kristin had described, and her body started moving kind of on its own, pushing, swaying. As she satisfied herself, her eyes fell shut, despite how much she wanted to keep looking at Kristin’s fingers going in and out of her pretty peepee. And she drifted into her own climbing pleasure.

Kristin noticed Mina’s head loll to one side, blonde hair sweeping across her face, and knew that the 11-year old had found her sweet spot. She could masturbate watching her little stepsister’s sexual discovery all night. She loved the amateurish way her thighs, her butt, and her lean tummy all twitched, instinctively driving her cunt onto her fingers. Kristin was getting close herself, but when she heard Mina’s sighs start to turn to whines, she knew there was something more she could teach her.

It was getting difficult to think clearly, but she whispered, “Mina. Mina, do what I do, okay?”

Mina opened her eyes, nodding dazedly. She watched Kristin withdraw her fingers from her vagina, and slide them a little ways up. They were so shiny. She realized Kristin was breathing hard, her hips moving up and down, her little tummy clenched. She followed her big stepsister’s lead, feeling the frustrating clench of her own vagina when her finger came out of that lovely slippery place.

“Up at the top of your pussy, under a little fold, there’s a bump. That’s your clit, that’s your cum button. Find it, and then, rub it… uhhhhnn, yeah rub it.” Kristin started massaging hers, eyes half-lidded, eager to see how Mina would respond.

It took her a minute of feeling around to find what Kristin was talking about, but once she touched it, there was no mistaking it. Super luscious feelings fired right into her middle, it was so sensitive she barely had to touch it, and her legs shook. She saw how fast and hard Kristin was doing it, but she just kept moving one finger back and forth across it, and it made her sexy sexy sexy. Her hips thrust against her finger, her belly got tighter and tighter, and there was this descending, pressing feeling down there in all that pleasure, like she might wet herself, and she felt panicked but she couldn’t stop now, couldn’t stop.

“I think I’m gonna pee,” Mina gasped, scared.

“Rub it, go ahead and pee, rub it you little slut.”

But she didn’t pee. Instead, this sudden bursting pleasure erupted from her pussy and climbed right up to the top of her head. She felt her thighs clamp around her hand. She couldn’t control the way she bucked, or the loud noises that came out of her, but she didn’t care. This feeling, still pulsing happily inside her, was better than anything. Whatever she had to do to get it, that was okay.

Kristin saw Mina hit her orgasm and forgot about herself and her own desires, her finger slowing to a stop on her clit. The 11-year old was so beautiful, trapped helplessly in the throes of her first cum, her head dropped back and wailing, legs quaking around her hand and sweet little puss. The 15-year old slipped off the toilet onto her knees and wrapped her arms around her little stepsister as she shuddered her way down from climax.

Mina felt her stepsister hugging her and felt more loved, more accepted, than she ever had. Kristin had shown her the secret to the most naughty, grownup thing, and promised to show her more. How would that feel? She could barely wait.

Her arms were pinned and she could barely think, but she managed to breathe out, “Thank you Kristin oh my god thank you.”

Kristin kissed her neck and chest, and after a few moments, Mina squirmed her hands free and opened her eyes, smiling. “Is that what you wanted to see?”

“Oh yeah, sweetie, I wanted to see you cumming.” “It’s soooo good. I can see why you wanna do it so much.”

“I do. I have to.” She leaned back, holding the girl at arm’s length. “You want to see me cum now? You want see me do it in my ass and cum?”

Mina’s eyes got big and she could only nod eagerly.

Kristin found her wadded up nightshirt on the floor and stretched it out on the tile floor, then moved her knees onto it. She pointed at Mina’s pajama bottoms around her ankles and pouted, “I need a pillow.”

Mina stepped out of them and Kristin drew them under her head as she leaned forward, her butt high and knees wide apart, head down on its side on the fragrant jammies, looking up at Mina. “Ready?”

The girl kneeled down to get a better view. “Ready.”

Kristin reached back with both hands and parted her cheeks, displaying her tight pink asshole to Mina. “This is your naughty hole. No one tells you that it can make you feel good, but it can. It can give you the best, dirtiest feelings if you want it to.”

With that, she brought one hand down and out between her legs, slipping two fingers lazily through her soaking cleft. Then, as Mina looked on in amazement, Kristin reached a little further and wiped her fingertips on that wrinkly sphincter, making it gleam with juice.

“First, you have to get everything really wet, it’s so tight.” And she brought her finger from her ass to her mouth and started licking it with total abandon. Honestly, Kristin was so horny now she could barely control herself, she tasted her own ass and it only made her want it more. Mina saw drool run down her stepsister’s hand and drop to the tile. Then she reached around again, running that dripping finger down the groove of her ass til it rested on her rosebud.

It gave the 11-year old a funny feeling in her own butt as she watched Kristin push her finger in there. It’s like she started warming up again, only this time it started in her bottom and spread to her pussy. Her face blushed, and she stared, fascinated as that finger began moving in and out, like it had in her vagina, only it must’ve been even stronger, because Kristin’s whole middle flexed, arching and humping, in time to that one little finger that seemed to control so much. The naughty hole must be as good as the pussy, she thought.

And Kristin watched every horny emotion cross her little stepsister’s face as she fingered her tight, dirty asshole. God, she felt like such a wild whore, and she loved it. Since she delayed before, her orgasm was rushing up twice as quick and strong as the first one, she wasn’t even gonna have to rub her pussy and it was still gonna be crushing. She felt her body winding up, that lightheaded sensation of being completely in her body, and her free hand drew up to her head, grabbing the pajama bottoms beneath her and jamming that damp crotch right into her face. She was gonna cum, she sniffed the flannel and smelled Mina’s sweet yummy pussy and her finger was deep in her ass and Mina was watching her be so dirty and she was gonna “oh yeah oh yeah oh fuck -”

Mina actually flinched back as Kristin started cumming, her big stepsister shook so hard, pushing her face into Mina’s dirty wet pajamas, but it barely muffled the sounds she made, these long, ecstatic wails. Then she went from shaking to convulsing, her tummy flexing like before, only faster, sharper. Kristin’s finger shoved in and out of her butt even while she was cumming. And suddenly, one, two, three little squirts of pee shot out of her pussy. Kristin’s cries turned to deep groans, and her body slowed, her knees spreading slowly, relaxing.

Mina looked from Kristin’s happy, relieved face to all of the sexy backside facing her. The little splashes of pee on the floor intrigued her. Had Kristin done it on purpose, or had it been like the feeling she’d had herself before her cum, only stronger? Was peeing normal?

She watched Kristin pull her finger lazily from her butt hole. And like before, the 15-year old brought it straight to her mouth and sucked on it blissfully.

Without really thinking about it, Mina extended a finger of her own to Kristin’s dark curly pubic nest. She gently retrieved one of the amber droplets of pee hanging there, and put it into her own mouth, sucking on it, sampling it. It was bitter and salty, but not so different from those vinegar and sea salt chips she liked so much. Tasting your pussy and your ass was actually a lot better than Mina had imagined. Like cumming, it made more sense once you’d done it.

Kristin opened her eyes while Mina was reaching out for another drop, she felt the girl’s finger brush her pubes, and felt a perverted joy seeing the contented look on her little stepsister’s face as she sucked on her pee.

“Is that good, Mina?”

“It’s kinda nice. It feels naughty, doing it.”

“It is naughty, but you’re a naughty little slut, aren’t you?”

Mina took one more drop, popped her finger into her mouth, and nodded as she sucked.

“I’d love to taste your pee,” Kristin said, suddenly inspired by a wicked thought. She twisted into a sitting position on her nightshirt, feeling her pleasured asshole throb as she settled onto it. “Would you pee for me?”

The idea of peeing in front of somebody else made her feel a couple different types of funny. “I don’t know. I don’t know if I can, with you here.”

“I bet you can. I bet I can help you.”

“How?”

“So you’ll try?” Kristin sat forward, smiling, and Mina couldn’t help but share in her excitement.

“Sure, I guess.”

Kristin got to her feet, and Mina followed. “Let’s get rid of this,” the 15-year old said, grabbing the hem of Mina’s pajama top and pulling it up over her head. “I wanna see you naked.”

Mina giggled, “Okay.” As the top came off, Mina felt a little giddy while her big stepsister stared admiringly at her. It was so wonderful to have someone look at her naked, it made her feel sexy and naughty.

“Come on,” Kristin said, taking her little stepsister by the arm and leading her to the vanity.

“What about the potty? Shouldn’t I be there to pee?”

“I can’t help you as well there,” Kristin replied simply. “Come on, climb up. I want you to pee in the sink. I want you to look in the mirror and watch yourself pee.”

Mina looked doubtfully at Kristin even as she swung a leg up onto the counter, “I don’t know…”

“You said you’d try,” the 15-year old countered, and she helped little Mina up, touching her lean soft body for the first time, and now that she was nude Kristin was struck how childish her body was, even though her desires, her hunger for pleasure, seemed as strong as her own. Just like I was, she thought.

Slyly fondling Mina as she went, Kristin arranged the young girl into a squatting position over the sink, facing the mirror, her upper back pressing into the older girl’s breasts. Kristin drew Mina’s blonde hair back behind her ears, gathering it at the back of her neck, stroking a bit to soothe the anxious face she sees reflected back at her.

Mina was a little bit stunned, seeing herself naked and sitting on her heels, arms locked and supporting her from behind, knees spread wide and almost touching the mirror. Her little nipples were super hard and she could see the rosy blush on her face. She could also see her own peepee, almost all of it, the smooth, puffy pink lips and the deeper slick pink of her slit. It seemed only fitting to her that she was getting such an intimate look at her own privates at the same time she discovered how good touching them could feel.

She felt Kristin’s warm chin rest on her shoulder and glanced up from her pussy to see her big stepsister’s grinning face in the mirror beside her own. Conspiratorially, she murmured into Mina’s ear, “Do you think you can pee for me now?”

“Maybe. I didn’t pee before bed ’cause I was so excited, but…” Again the girl’s face clouded with doubt, “This is just so weird.”

Kristin gave that cute pout again. “You spied on me doing it. It’s only fair.”

“I know…”

“Do you want me to help you now?”

Mina just nodded gratefully.

Kristin reached carefully around her squatting stepsister and turned on the tap, just a trickle dribbling into the sink. She whispers, “Close your eyes and listen to that, think about how nice it’ll feel when you pee, when you let it out of your body.”

With her eyes shut, Mina felt her bladder responding sympathetically to the running water. She could feel the urine descending inside her. But she was also painfully aware of Kristin’s presence close to her, of how naughty this was, and her little pee hole quivered, holding it back. This went on for more than a minute, and the whole time she could hear Kristin’s breathing, excited, expectant. She tried to force it, but that only made the quivering stronger, making it even more difficult even as the need to pee grew urgent.

She opened her eyes and looked pleadingly at Kristin.

“Do you need more help?”

“Uh-huh.”

Kristin chuckled softly and kissed her ear. “I hoped you’d say that.”

Mina watched the 15-year old wetly lick her fingers, then her hand disappeared and suddenly Mina felt her stepsister’s fingertips gently brushing her little pussy lips, barely touching them. After a few seconds, she felt the pad of Kristin’s thumb come firmly to rest on her butt hole. Mina’s eyelids flickered and her mouth pursed, “Oh. Oh Kristin.”

The little touches kept up, dancing and tickling, maddeningly sweet, while Kristin’s thumb massaged in little circles. Her need to pee was even stronger, but all the pleasure down there was getting her wires all crossed.

“Are you masturbating me?”

Kristin put her lips to Mina’s ear and whispered, “I’m helping.”

In an agony of conflicting needs, Mina squirmed under the steady teasing of Kristin’s fingertips. Her touch was terribly expert, driving the pleasure from her pussy and butt higher and higher, while also making her need to urinate grow desperate. Her head fell back against Kristin’s shoulder, each panting breath punctuated with a groan, “Ahh, ahh, ahh, ahh…”

“Let it go, Mina, it’s okay, let it go…”

What happened next was such an overwhelming burst of feelings, Mina couldn’t be sure if she was peeing or cumming or both at once. It didn’t matter, it was so super beautiful. She squeezed her eyes shut tight, and over her own joyful whines she heard the hiss of her pee. She could feel it jetting warm and pleasant out of her, the intense relief mixing with the pulsing of her pleased pussy.

She felt hot urine splatter her ankles and her eyes shot open in alarm. She saw the yellow stream of her pee splashing all over the faucet and sink, even spattering the mirror. She saw Kristin’s hand appear between her legs and interrupt the flow, causing pee to rain on warmly on her inner thighs. Her big stepsister got a gratified look on her face and moaned.

Then the hand drew back and Mina felt the slick hand on her butt cheek, supporting her. “Put your hand in, sweetie,” Kristin purred, “Touch it.”

Mina loosed an arm and reached into her own stream. This was so dirty, but she couldn’t resist anything Kristin told her to do. The rush of hot pee drenched her palm instantly, causing the urine to spatter back onto her mound and her tummy. She could feel it dribbling into her navel. And as the stream began to weaken and splutter, Mina remembered what Kristin had done, took her pee-soaked hand and smeared it across her chest, rubbing it into her already slick belly. Kristin looked on with lusty approval. “Mmmm, that’s it. So good, isn’t it?”

The 11-year old’s curiosity got the best of her, and she slid two pissy fingers into her mouth and sucked on the briny flavor. Looking at her stepsister in the mirror, she went, “Mm-hm.”

Kristin reached her own hand around and slid it all over Mina’s slippery torso, breathing heavily, rendered uncontrollably horny from the display. She eased the girl’s slim butt to the counter, using her freed hand to pull the girl’s blonde hair up. She leaned in and began to sloppily kiss and nibble Mina’s neck while she continued wiping the girl’s pee into her silky skin.

With all the sensual attention she was getting from her pretty stepsister, Mina’s arousal didn’t fade like it had, after she’d had her first cum. Her little peepee just stayed so wet and happy and made her eager for more. Is that just how it happened? Was she turning into a little slut? She hoped so. She wanted to be a little slut for Kristin. She sighed from the loving touches and kisses she received.

Kristin could feel that Mina’s hips were still gently rolling, instinctively seeking more pleasure, which made the 15-year old dizzy with lust. She blindly reached out and grabbed a folded towel from the pile at the far end of the counter, setting it down right next to Mina. She ran one long swipe of her tongue up the girl’s neck to her ear lobe, and murmured. “You’re a mess. We’ve got to clean you up down there.”

Mina nodded absently, turning a little and reaching for the towel. Kristin took the girl’s hand and shook her head. “Turn around and sit on it. With your legs over the side.”

In a happy daze, Mina trustingly scooted onto the towel, which was very close to the edge of the counter. She was glad to see Kristin there, kneeling, to keep her from slipping off. She placed the back of one knee over each of her big stepsister’s shoulders, letting her feet dangle, heels gently bumping the small of Kristin’s back.

Mina grinned and reached out, affectionately combing her fingers through her stepsister’s short black tussle of hair. The older girl smiled brightly back. Glancing over to the potty, Mina asked, “Can you reach the paper or…” Kristin shook her head slowly, and unexpectedly Mina felt her big stepsister’s hand pushing on her tummy, forcing her to lean back on her elbows, her head bumping the mirror. At the same time Kristin was rising a bit, lifting up Mina’s thighs as her dark head leaned in. Mina felt her stepsister’s breath on her peepee and got hot with excitement. What was she doing?

The tingly, smeary, melting sexy in her pussy inundated Mina’s body and brain before she even realized that it was Kristin’s mouth doing it. It was her wet nimble warm tongue that was fluttering all over her slit, slipping into her tender vaginal entrance, tickling her swollen lips, then lapping wildly at the bud of her clit. This last sensation immediately drove Mina sexually crazy, gasping and crying out as she spiraled up toward more delicious cumming.

Sensing it, Kristin grabbed Mina’s thighs and pushed them up and back, exposing the girl’s sensitive asshole. Sliding one hand up and around her little stepsister’s leg, she lapped her way down Mina’s juicy, yummy slit to her anus while her hand settled on the girl’s smooth little mound. Kristin used her thumb to delicately lift the fleshy hood from Mina’s clit and began to firmly rub it in little circles. As the girl squirmed in joy, Kristin began licking her sweet little virgin asshole with slobbering enthusiasm.

Mina writhed on the counter with delight. She never imagined anything could feel as good as she did right now. Knowing it was Kristin eagerly putting her tongue on her messy pussy and her dirtiest, most private place, filled her with a kind of love. It was all too much, and this time, Mina felt her cum racing toward her, rising up in a wave she was helpless to resist, and didn’t want to. She clutched Kristin’s short dark hair, holding her there while it rose up and up, going, “Oh my god oh my god oh my god ohmygodohmygod -”

Kristin had to push down on Mina’s mound to keep her from thrashing away from her touch. Her little stepsisiter’s back arched convulsively, again, again. She felt the girl’s thighs shuddering, and against her tongue she felt Mina’s anus pulsate with strong little contractions. She couldn’t do anything about the cries of mindless joy that echoed off the bathroom walls, but frankly, she loved hearing them.

As Mina came down from her orgasm, Kristin lovingly kissed her puffy lips and mound, stroked her sleek, sweaty thighs. Eventually, the 11-year old raised her head, hair draping all around her face, and cupped Mina’s cheeks, lifting the older girl’s head from her tingling crotch.

Mina began giggling, out of sheer happiness, and Kristin joined her, as they looked at each other with amazement.

Kristin joked, “How did you like my tongue bath?”

“I loved it sooo much. But I don’t think I got any cleaner.” In fact the sweat and drying pee made her feel sticky. “I think I need a real bath now.”

Kristin nodded. “You liked me in the shower before. How about one of those?”

“Okay.”

Kristin helped a slightly sex-woozy Mina to her feet, and they crossed the room to the tub, the older girl following a couple steps behind the younger as she looked hungrily at her pert, childlike body and the delectable tan lines around her shapely little ass. Unnoticed as Mina slid the smoked glass door open, Kristin dipped her hand between her own legs and massaged her demanding little pussy, easing its urgent needs, but she knew it was only for a moment. She knew as she slid the door shut behind them she’d have to cum at least once more before this was over. This was better than anything at St Bernadette’s. This was the sexiest night of her life.

Mina bent down by the faucet and ran a little water through the tub spout, just a trickle, testing it as it warmed up. The sound of the water, the tart smell of urine in the air, and what she’d already seen all came together in Kristin’s body and a lewd thought seized her.

“Mina, I wanna pee, I gotta pee, I wanna pee right now…”

The 11-year old swiveled around in her squatting position by the faucet, not rising. She saw Kristin brace her feet against the edges of the tub, assuming a kind of straddling position before her. The older girl gripped her black bushy mound and eased back the lips, lifting her pelvis at the same time. And, eyes clouded with desire, she whispered, “Mina, please, please.”

Mina moved slightly forward and got on her knees, lowered her arms, presented herself. She tilted her chin up and said, “I want you to.”

Kristin slowly licked her lips as she felt her bladder yield. She watched in near disbelief as the stream of her pee gushed from her pussy and, gaining force, struck Mina’s tummy, splashing and spattering onto her own feet. Mina gasped, it was so hot against her tender skin, so naughty to let Kristin pee on her. The arc of urine climbed, and when it reached the young girl’s flat chest, she ran her hands through the stream, rubbing the warm fluid into her skin, smearing their pee together.

“Oh Mina, you’re so awesome,” Kristin groaned, the erotic feel of piss still escaping her.

The girl’s huge green eyes lit up, and she quickly closed them and dipped forward, dousing her face and hair in her stepsister’s streaming pee. As the flow diminished, Mina stuck out her tongue, catching the salty urine on her tongue and swallowing it. Finally, Kristin’s pee dribbled to a stop, running down the inside of her thigh. She’d never done that to anyone before, and was stunned by how horny it made her.

Mina edged closer on her knees, wiping the piss out of her eyes she looked up at Kristin from almost between her legs. She said happily, “I’m a little slut.”

And without hesitation she leaned forward, opened her mouth as if to kiss, and put her mouth on her big stepsister’s dripping peepee. She felt crazy and she just started licking it everywhere, so excited to be tongue-kissing Kristin’s best secret spot. She found herself loving the taste, not just the pee, but Kristin’s other wetness, her tangy, earthy pussy flavor. She grunted and blindly ran her tongue through the folds of the 15-year old’s delighted slit, eagerly trying to taste more.

And then she got a nasty idea. She saw Kristin do it to herself. Why couldn’t she do it to her, too?

Kristin could do little more than groan and shudder. Her bratty stepsister had become a completely wanton little sex maniac, exciting her more than any other lover she’d ever had. This was her first for everything, but she was a natural slut, and Kristin relished every new perversion that Mina would unquestioningly accept. She even loved the sensation the girl’s clueless lapping was creating in her pussy, a kind of unintentional tease that left Kristin shifting her hips to get the pleasure she was craving.

But then she felt one of Mina’s pee-soaked fingers rub all around her asshole and then slip up into her tight tender sphincter, and decided she must know a little of what she was doing, because it was perfect. Her finger was tiny, but Kristin’s anus was tight, and Mina thrust it into her with gusto.

She touched Mina’s pissy hair and gasped, “Sweetie, my clit. Remember where it is? Do my clit now, my clit.” And Kristin’s head went slack as the 11-year old immediately obeyed, adjusting the wet, lapping pleasure right where she needed it. And between the Mina’s passionate tongue and the eager finger-fucking she was giving her asshole, the horny 15-year old climbed straight to heaven, her orgasm rolling through her in huge, blissful waves.

Kristin dropped to her own weakened knees in the tub, kissing Mina hard, pushing her tongue iinto the little girl’s mouth and tasting her own pussy and piss, enjoying the feel as the girl’s hands roamed unabashedly all over her body. They nuzzled and stroked for a while, basking in each other.

Parting, Kristin turned on the shower, and the two rinsed luxuriously in the warm, heavy rush of the water. They handed each other the body wash, but after a moment of watching each other lather themselves, they were right back at it, soaping each other up in the most arousing ways possible, hands gliding over sleek firm flesh, kissing and giggling. Soon, Mina was licking Kristin’s nipple, while her hands soaped diligently, one over the 15-year old’s pussy and the other down the groove of her ass.

Unbearably horny and not to be outdone, Kristin roughly turned Mina around and bent her over, so her hands and forearms supported her against the shower wall. Running a lathery hand all over the girl’s tight little white butt, she asked, “You want me to masturbate you? You want me to do it to you?”

Looking back drowsily over her shoulder, Mina sighed, “Yeah, Kristin, do it.”

Kristin considered the aroused little body before her. She rinsed one hand and brought it to her mouth, licking and drooling on it to get it nice and slick. She took that slippery finger and slipped it gently into Mina’s vagina, marveling at how tight it was, even for just one finger. Mina groaned happily and lifted her hips, presenting her adorable little asshole just in time for Kristin to bend over and push her face between Mina’s firm white cheeks.

Mina gasped and tossed her head at the intensity of this double sensation. Her stepsister drew the finger slowly out of her pussy, and when she started to fret because it was almost out, she felt the tip of Kristin’s tongue teasing all along the groove of her little butt, exciting her in a whole new way. Kristin slid her finger gratifyingly back into her tight vagina. But at the same time as that finger was returning, the tongue on her ass began licking right on her super sensitive butthole. She soon felt it forcing its way in, actually opening her anus and licking inside, but the finger pleasing her pussy was withdrawing.

It went on this way, one finger entering her vagina while the tongue went back to teasing her ass, pinning Mina’s pelvis in ecstasy. Kristin built up the rhythm, violating her stepsister’s ass and vagina with increasing passion. Mina was wailing steadily, out of her mind with lust, her tummy straining to thrust her hips back into those glorious fingers, that wonderful mouth. She couldn’t think anymore – sunbursts of pleasure went off behind her eyes, obliterating anything but what her body felt.

When she started cumming, it felt like it just grew out of the intense joy she was receiving, just so much more, a great blossom of amazing feeling opening from between her legs, enough to wipe her out. She didn’t realize she was crying out, “Oh, yes! Oh, yes!” the whole time. She barely cared when she slid down the wall and collapsed in a wet, soapy heap, her hips still twitching.

It wasn’t til Kristin bent down beside her, kissing her shoulder and stroking her back, that Mina felt like she was done cumming. Her big stepsister helped her up and sensually rinsed her off, paying extra attention to her hard little nipples. Mina chuckled dreamily, pawing at her big lovely stepsister, goofy with joy.

Kristin thoughtfully sluiced water over Mina’s body, wondering if she could get the exhausted girl to give her one more cum, or if she’d have to take care of it herself. And if so, if Mina would like to watch, maybe on her back while Kristin straddled her face. But then she had another thought, the aroused teenager’s mind immediately turning to the perverse. “Let’s go, little slut” she said, shutting of the water and sliding open the door.

Floating limp on a cloud of naughty joy, Mina gladly obeyed. She was aware of her big stepsister arranging a towel on the floor, and was grateful when Kristin had her lay facedown on it. Her body revived more fully as Kristin gently wiped her dry with another towel, shifting her body and stroking each part thoroughly, coyly stimulating her, murmuring how sexy she is, what a good little slut she is. And she came all the way back when she felt Kristin ease her ass cheeks apart, and experienced the sensation as her sweet, deft, wet little tongue began exploring her tender behind again.

Oh, she loved it, the gentle dirty licks and then the firm feel of Kristin’s tongue pushing up her butt hole, making it feel so good, and knowing that it was Kristin doing it, worshipping her dirtiest part just to make her get the sexy feeling… that was the sexiest feeling of all.

As she continued tonguing Mina’s ass, the 11-year old rose up onto her elbows and looked back over her shoulder at her beautiful, naked stepsister, bent down over her, nuzzled into the crack of her bottom, eyes sweetly closed as her mouth did its naughty work. “Oh Kristin. That’s so amazing. I’m feeling sexy again.”

With a last soft kiss down there, Kristin raised her head and grinned affectionately. “You are sexy, so sexy. You make me feel sexy, too.”

Mina closed her eyes and blushed. It wasn’t til she opened them again that she noticed that her stepsister’s hand was down between her legs again, and that her shoulder was rolling steadily, gently.

“Are you masturbating?”

Kristin nodded and rose up into a kneeling position, showing the 11-year old her fingers rhythmically sliding up and down her pink slit. “I’m like you. I can’t help it.”

“I love watching you be naughty,” Mina smiled. “That’s why I had to spy.” she reached down her own back and lightly rubbed her own butthole. Kristin had made it all wet and slippery, it felt good back there.

“Taste it.”

In total obedience, Mina brought her finger from her ass to her mouth and inserted it int her mouth, sucking contentedly.

“There’s one more thing I want to see you do. Is that okay?”

“Anything.”

“Get up and go over to the potty.”

The girl did so quickly and shuffled across to the toilet, one hand still dipping into her butt groove and savoring the sensation there. Kristin rose and followed, fingers still gently massaging her puss. Mina wondered what was going to happen next. But she didn’t have mush time to think about it, because Kristin had one hand behind her knee and was lifting her leg.

“What are you doing?”

“Climb up, climb up. You saw how I did it. Do it the same way.”

“Kristin…”

“You’ll love it, I swear. Please. You got to watch me when we were spying, it’s only fair.”

Reluctantly, Mina let her dark haired stepsister arrange her in a squatting position over the bowl, with her feet on either edge of the seat, just like she’d seen Kristin do. What she wasn’t prepared for was Kristin squatting down right next to her upturned knees, resting her cheek on Mina’s ankle. She’d never felt so exposed, the stepsister could see all of her peepee and her butt hole, and it was a bit disconcerting and a bit thrilling, too.

The 15-year old reached down between her own legs and started masturbating her pussy, squeezing and stroking. Despite her embarrassment and uncertainty, Mina found herself getting turned on by this flagrant sexuality. Quivers ran through inner thighs.

Kristin licked her lips. “Go ahead, it’s okay.”

Mina felt her pussy tingle and her anus flex, but she couldn’t bring herself to do it, not like this. Despite everything they’d done together, having Kristin watch her so closely, so expectantly, got her too anxious. She couldn’t understand why this made her shy, but it did.

“Ungh. I can’t do it. I want to but I can’t.” She looked to her big stepsister, panting, already halfway to ecstasy with her fingers busily stroking her wet, sweet pussy. “Can you help.?”

Kristin stared at all the naughty loveliness exposed to her, her own masturbating fingers spurring on her desire. She could swear she smelled her little stepsister getting wet again. “Oh yeah, Mina, I’ll do it all if you want.”

The girl nodded slightly.

And with that, Kristin lunged forward and began furiously licking Mina’s smooth, vulnerable, delectable slit. She frigged herself harder as slathered her tongue directly over the 11-year old’s tiny clit, which she found hard as a bean and fully aroused. Her free hand blindly reached between the Mina’s spread thighs and ran along her slippery ass crack until her fingers found the girl’s twitching pucker. Kristin took her middle finger, slid it in past Mina’s slick tight anus and deep into her rectum.

The pleasure was electrifying and happened all at once, too much, overwhelming Mina’s senses and going past pleasure into scary. She nearly panicked. She gripped the toilet tank with both hands, trying to lift herself. But her body refused to listen, her hips and thighs siding with the lusciousness emanating from her pussy, the exotic excitement so deep inside her butt. She found herself thrusting her pelvis against her stepsister’s wonderful licking mouth. Her back arched, pushing down into the finger invading her tight, dirty hole. She helplessly gave in, her body inviting the very feelings she tried to resist, until at last she was going, “Nuh- uh! Ah, anh, nuh-uh, uhf, uhm, mmmm, oooohhhh…”

As she suckled Mina’s immature but sensitive love button, Kristin felt her stepsister’s anus quiver and her belly contract, and knew what was happening. She began lapping faster, tasting the fresh pussy juice that was oozing from Mina’s vagina. Down between her own spread legs the 15-year old twisted her hand, slipping her thumb into her vagina and her two fingers up her ass. She vigorously fucked herself, matching what was happening to her astonished stepsister.

This was so dirty, so kinky, and Mina was doing it for her right now. Kristin tasted the little girl’s tangy pussy, felt her knuckles bump her chin as they probed deep in her ass, and she imagined herself as an 11-year old again, and being introduced to sexuality the way she was showing Mina, imagining being on the seat and feeling this for the first time. And with that thought she began to cum, pussy and ass clutching her wet fingers, moaning ecstatically into Mina’s pussy.

When Kristin started moaning against her peepee, tongue still licking urgently on her thrilled clit, she knew her big stepsister was cumming because of her, and the sound seemed to go right through her pussy and into her ass. Mina’s anus began contracting, squeezing Kristin’s finger and she found herself cumming again, massively and without any warning, a hard bucking cum that happened deep in her butt and shot out from her clit.

Kristin broke contact and leaned back, startled by the fury of the orgasm shaking Mina’s little body, her thighs quaking, her hips thrusting out then bearing down, urgently, uncontrollably, her anus convulsing on Kristin’s finger, her face locked in a silent scream.

Finally, heaving in a huge, scooping breath, the little girl unwound, and she almost slid awkwardly off the toilet but Kristin steadied her with one hand, while the other still had a digit firmly in the girl’s ass. Mina felt faint, but the cumming eventually subsided and left her filled with this glowing, unbelievable feeling.

“Mina, you okay?”

“Soooo good.”

Kristin let go, and Mina held on to her knees. The 15-year old slid her finger out of her stepsister’s asshole and Mina shivered with a little groan. Grinning, Kristin got back up on her knees and dipped one finger deep back into her own ass, rubbing it around and almost getting aroused again before she removed it.

She held up one finger. This is your ass. I know how it tastes, and I want to lick it again and again.”

She held up the other. “This is my ass. Do you want to know what it’s like?”

Mina nodded, opening her mouth and extending her tongue to receive it. Kristin slipped them into both of their mouths at once, and they looked into each other’s eyes as they sucked, savoring one another’s dirtiest, most intimate flavor.

Mina waited til Kristin withdrew her finger before she sighed. “Oh my god, I could never guess just watching you that it could feel like this.”

“Well, now you know. I hope you liked it half as much as I liked doing it to you.”

“I loved it all. I love masturbating, and doing all the naughty sex things with you. And cumming. Cumming is soooo good.”

“And you don’t need to spy anymore. If you want to watch me, or do stuff with me, just tell me.”

“Oh! I’m gonna want to do this all the time!”

“We’ll see. I’m betting you’re going to be pretty sore tomorrow.” She tussled Mina’s hair. “Speaking of that, we better get back to bed.”

They spent a few quiet minutes cleaning up the bathroom, disposing of the evidence. Their pajamas got rinsed in the sink then thrown in the hamper. They darted quietly back across the hall, stifling giggles. Mina leaped into bed, delighted to sleep naked next to her new lover, her stepsister. But Kristin tucked her in, determined to get some water into them before they went back to sleep.

She crept nude into the kitchen and poured out two chilled glasses from the Britta pitcher. She imagined all the fun they could have together this summer. Unless Janelle was at home editing, they were alone in the house all day. She pictured them sweaty and straining by the pool, groping each other in the water. She saw Mina propped on the big marble kitchen island while she feasted on the girl’s delectably smooth puss. She pictured herself facedown with her knees spread on the couch and Mina between them, dipping her dainty fingers into her big stepsister’s quim and asshole. She imagined them both pressed to the big glass wall, naked, masturbating, and the whole Valley being able to see. As she daydreamed and returned the pitcher to the fridge, she heard someone say her name softly.

Kristin pulled her head out of the fridge to see Janelle, standing in the doorway. Her long frosted blonde hair was a tumble, her cheeks looked especially rosy, and she was wearing a long white silk robe. Kristin was very aware of her own nakedness in the stark light of the fridge.

“Hey,” she replied nervously.

“Be careful about leaving your bedside light on,” Janelle said quietly. “This late, someone might get curious.”

Kristin struggled with a response as Janelle shifted, and the 15-year old stepdaughter suddenly realized that Janelle’s robe didn’t have a sash to tie it shut. As her gorgeous stepmother turned, it parted a few inches in the middle, revealing in the dim light the golden flesh inside the white robe – the inner curves of both of her small, high-riding breasts, her taut, well-toned abdomen, the smooth shaved v of her sex, the contour of one long inner thigh.

Janelle effortlessly held her stepdaughter’s gaze. “You girls were kind of noisy tonight. Max is a heavy sleeper, but still. You don’t want to spoil our fun.”

With that she stepped out of the doorway and receded back into the darkened house.

As Kristin carried the water back to the bedroom, she tried to process what just happened. What she kept coming back to was that Janelle said, “our fun.”

And when she reached the bedroom door, she glanced across the hall at the bathroom door. Wrapped around the knob was a white silk sash. And below that, barely visible, Mina’s tool still jutted from the lock.

Sexy Stepsister Spy, Part One

  • Posted on May 14, 2015 at 8:11 am

By eloquent delinquent

Even though the new house was big, it felt small, because of Mina. When Kristin got home from private school three weeks ago, she thought her new stepmom’s house up in the hills looked awesome. It had a big, private backyard with a pool and huge deck. One wall of the great room was all glass and had a view over the whole city, and a big stone fireplace. The high-ceilinged rooms wandered into each other, little stairs and split-levels separating them more than doors. The editing studio doubled as an amazing movie room.

No wonder Dad wanted to move in here when he married Janelle. The house they’d shared before was nice, but plain by comparison, and it was full of memories of Mom, who’d gotten sick and passed away when Kristin was very young, which made the old house a bit sad. This was a great place for new beginnings, like Dad said at the wedding. Kristin only regretted that she had to wait a month to see the place.

What she hadn’t counted on when she saw the place was her new baby stepsister, Mina, 11 to Kristin’s 15 years, rambunctious and goofy to Kristin’s carefully cultivated cool. There wasn’t anything really wrong with Mina – she was an adorable girl, with thick straight honey blonde hair she kept cut just below her shoulders and almost always pulled back into a ponytail or pigtails for playing on one of her many sports teams, enormous green eyes like her mom, a dimpled chin, and a fit, sunkissed body. She was outgoing and sweet and curious. The two of them had gotten along really well when Dad and Janelle were dating, chatting or running off on their own during some outing. Kristin could tell she was going to grow up to be as gorgeous as her mom and way prettier than herself, and honestly, sometimes she had flushing feelings towards them both that made her a little uncomfortable, considering they were family now. Here in the house, though, even as big as it was, her new little sister always seemed to be underfoot. When she ambled into the kitchen to get a snack, there was Mina. Go for a swim, so was Mina. Time for a movie, Mina’s bringing the popcorn and snuggling right up to her. Frequently at night, Mina would creep into Kristin’s room and bound into her giant new bed for sleepover-style chat and a cuddle, and she’d end up sleeping there, which Kristin couldn’t really object to because the bed was so huge she hardly knew Mina was in it. She was full of questions, and in one way it made Kristin feel important and grown up and admired, and she had to admit Mina was a lot of fun, lively and very creative. But there was just no escaping her – she was home for the summer, didn’t know anyone in the neighborhood yet, was too young to drive, and had to wait for the weekends to have Dad or Janelle take her anywhere. Always being with a kid made her feel like a kid.

But… But that really wasn’t all of it. Kristin craved privacy for another reason. When she was Mina’s age, she discovered her body, and all the pleasure she could get from it. At first, she liked just being nude under the covers, running her hands lightly all over her skin and the thrilling shivers it gave her. It got so that she did it every night, soothing herself to sleep. The next summer, she and her Dad rented a remote cabin by a lake, and Kristin would go on “hikes” almost every afternoon, finding secluded spots in the woods or on the shore, stripping naked, and stroking her skin all over in the crisp sunny air, or rub her slippery flesh in the cool lake, then sun herself on the beach, get all sweaty, then wipe the sweat all over herself. The sweaty stuff felt a little dirty, but she liked it most, realizing later it was for that very reason.

Shortly after that happy summer, she’d been bundled on the couch watching tv alone one rainy afternoon, and she’d thoughtlessly jammed a throw pillow between her legs, trying to get comfy. The show was kind of romantic and exciting, and when she got that funny feeling down there, the pressure of the pillow suddenly became delicious, and without really thinking about it, soon she was rolling her hips slowly, pressing her excited puss into it. She started breathing heavy, and it got better and better, and though she didn’t orgasm (or even know what that was yet), she’d found a new favorite thing.

Her nightly ritual changed, adding the pillow humping to the naked stroking under the covers. She knew that when girls got naked and did stuff with their pussies, that was sex, and she figured she was doing sex to herself, which felt naughty and wonderful. But she knew she had to keep it from Dad, because sex was secret, and besides, ew, it’s Dad. That did nothing to slow her down, and soon her nightly activities brought her hand in direct contact with her little wet puss, and it felt like melting, it felt like rockets, and that very first night playing with her fingers she got her very first cum, and it was better than anything. When she was done shuddering and clamping her legs together and gasping with surprised delight, she laughed. She laughed like a pirate finding buried treasure, and from down the hall, her Dad shushed her.

She stopped laughing so loudly, but she didn’t stop stroking her pussy. From the internet, she found out what she was doing was called masturbating, and she loved that word, sometimes she would just think the word ‘masturbate,’ and get all wet and tender down there. Kristin masturbated every chance she could, two or three times a day usually – Dad was at work in the afternoon when she got home from school, and she could always do it in the shower or in bed. Her body was a toy, one that never got boring or wore out. And she loved learning new ways to play with that toy between her legs. The internet was full of ideas for her and her horny little pussy. Stories, pictures, movies. She learned to pinch her clit and rub it like a little boy’s penis. She popped her own cherry with a hairbrush handle, and the next night she fucked it twice, getting massive orgasms both times. She smelled her own dirty panties while she masturbated. She watched a video of a masturbating girl who rolled over and started touching her pretty puckered asshole, then slip her finger inside and start to fuck it. She couldn’t wait to try it – it was seemed so dirty. And after she did, she wanted to send that video girl a thank-you note. She got to love sniffing and sucking her fingers after they’d played in her pussy and ass. By then she was still only 12. Her dad liked to joke that she was 12 going on 20, she was developing so fast. Secretly, Kristin suspected that playing with herself had brought it on. The girls she at school she confided in about what she did looked at her in blank incomprehension, and sometimes acted grossed out. Except for Tracy, who had ‘secret bathtime’ with her big sister whenever their parents were away. She wanted to have a sleepover with Tracy, but never managed it.

One night in the shower, hunched over with a soapy finger slipping over her clit and another deep in her butt, she came so hard she started peeing all over herself, uncontrollably. It was so dirty, the heat and the smell of her pee splashing all over her hand and down her legs, hotter even than the shower. Kristin couldn’t resist, she kept on rubbing her messy pussy even more fervently, sucking the finger that had been in her rectum, until she came again, hips bucking, and this time she tried to let her pee go and she pissed herself again. When the stream stopped, she wiped it all over her tummy and little, sensitive tits, then licked her fingers. In less than a month, she was pissing herself at least once a week. Before long, Kristin was perched on the toilet, feet on either edge of the seat. She masturbated her exposed pussy while a spit-slicked finger fucked her little asshole, feeling the deep sensations pulsing and quivering in her rectum and anus as her pussy bloomed with joy. She was just like the girls she watched on the internet. She felt so filthy, so naughty, so horny. And when she came, it was just as crushing in its ecstasy as the videos had promised. She had to lean back against the toilet tank to stay upright and sprayed pee all over the bathroom floor. It was heavenly.

She was a 12-year old dirty little sex fiend, and every new way to play just made her want to masturbate more. Kristin got so obsessed, stayed up so late searching the internet and pleasuring herself, that her grades slipped. Like, a lot. Her Dad, thinking that it was the loss of her Mom that was messing her up, sent her to a counselor. Initially, Kristin denied and lied her ass off, but Dr Erhardt was kind and patient, even though she knew Kristin wasn’t being honest. Finally, she confessed everything, every dirty thing. Her counselor was totally compassionate, though, assuring her that her sex drive, though strong and precocious, was healthy. She suggested that it might help if she had more structure, and a little more outside discipline, so that she could keep her education and her pleasure balanced.

Kristin and her Dad met with Dr Erhardt, and, without telling him anything about her secret sex life, suggested that changing her environment for a while might be a good thing. Together, they decided on St Bernadette’s Exemplary School, a private Catholic boarding school with a great reputation.

The school had its intended effect, and within two months, she was doing better than ever in her classes. But Dr Erhardt had been right – with just a little self-control, 13-year old Kristin could have the best of both worlds. She kept up her masturbation habit (by now it was something that she couldn’t imagine doing without), made time to play with herself daily and often several times on the weekends.

At first, she was desperately secretive, waiting until the dead of night to strip under the covers, or sneaking into the storage room at the end of her floor, or locking herself in the private handicapped bathroom. But that gradually changed. Kristin was a lovely, popular girl, her dark hair cut right at her jawline and a raven’s wing of bangs sweeping across her forehead, liquid brown eyes, and figure that was quite ahead of its true age. She loved to have deep philosophical talks, and now used the internet to find cool indie bands, sharing her discoveries.

One night, though, she must’ve gotten a little carried away. Deep within her own masturbatory delight, doing it just the way she liked best, she heard rustling blankets and glanced over, startled, to see the curly-headed silhouette of her roommate, Paulette, sitting up on one elbow across the narrow space that separated their bunks. Kristin tried to keep still, but she was panting with desire, and her hips continued to thrust up into her trapped fingers, instinctively trying to finish what she’d started. Without a word, Paulette slipped out of her bed and stood right above Kristin, who was frozen, mortified. The curly-haired roommate made a shushing gesture, dragged the sheets off Kristin’s naked body, one hand still in her love nest and the other wrapped behind. Then Paulette whispered, “Go on.” With a little thrill of disbelief, Kristin did, and while she played with herself, Paulette pulled up her nightdress and slipped her hand inside her panties, all the while watching Kristin thoughtfully. After the night when her roommate heard what Kristin was doing in her bed, she found out that sex wasn’t as taboo as she imagined, in some circles. All kinds of secretive lusts played out at St Bernadette’s, between classes or after lights out. A few of the older girls took quite a shine to her, teaching her, and sometimes learning from her, too. So for the past couple years it’s been like that at school. Studying hard, making friends, and having not-so-secret sex every day, either by herself, with one of her classmates, or sometimes even with the boys at nearby St Mark’s. And now she was at home, getting more and more needy and pent-up, and Mina still followed her around like a puppy. For the first week, she wasn’t able to masturbate at all, and she actually found herself getting depressed. She had to do something, find some way to get enough privacy to take care of herself. Then, she got an idea.

*****

Kristin’s cell phone gently chimed on the nightstand, sending a blue glow onto the ceiling that Mina saw through half-closed eyes. She heard her shiny new 15-year old sister rustle in the blankets, and she shut her eyes and played dead, knowing that Kristin was checking on her, to see if she was asleep. She felt the bed shift as Kristin got out of it, and heard the older girl pad her way barefoot out of the room.

When she heard the bathroom door click shut, Mina sprang up, opening her eyes and looking to the cell phone. 1:30 am. The same time as before. She felt the curious sensation of her little pussy tingling and moistening just thinking about it. It used to be that Mina only felt that way once in a while, watching people kiss hungrily on tv, or sometimes in the changing room after practice, when one of the older girls undressed right next to her. But now that Kristin’s been home, she felt that tingle almost all the time. She didn’t know what to think of it, exactly, only that it made her nervous and terribly excited, and that the closer she got to Kristin, the stronger it felt. Mina wanted to snuggle up against her, to gobble her up, oh my God she didn’t even know what she wanted to do. Kristin was so tall and pretty and cool, and now she was Mina’s sister! Mina knew what crushes were – she’d had them before – and she knew she had a crush on Kristin. But where her crushes on the occasional boy or girl at school were funny, fleeting things, this one kept getting stronger and stronger.

Mina felt a bottomless curiosity about Kristin, wanted to know everything she felt and did. She loved looking at her, especially when she was in her blue one piece swimsuit or the outfit that was like her school uniform. She especially liked watching her older sister applying her eye makeup, the liner and shadow making her look so mysterious and kind of wicked. She suddenly found herself with access to the world of older girls, of what it was like to be a little more grownup, and she wanted to learn all she could.

And that’s why she flipped on the bedside lamp and felt around on the dresser where she’d hidden the little hex-wrench thingie she’d found in her stepdad’s toolbox. She wanted to spy.

She got out of bed, tugging her pajama top down over her flat tummy and shaking the rumples out of the flannel legs, and crept down the hall, following in her stepsister’s footsteps. Mina’s heartbeat began to pound and her belly felt all fluttery with nerves. She stopped at the door and carefully put her ear to it.

From inside the bathroom, she could hear Kristin’s long, sighing breaths. Mina smiled mischievously in the dark, because she knew she was going to get to see it again. Earlier in the week, she’d felt Kristin leave the bed as she had tonight, and when she headed to the bathroom, Mina was still half-asleep and didn’t really think anything of it, beyond wanting one little cuddle when her pretty stepsister came back. But minutes passed, and then even more, and still no Kristin. She checked the cell phone on the nightstand, and it was super late, like 1:30, and she noticed the alarm had just been shut off, the icon still fading on its screen. What would anyone wake up in the middle of the night for? Curious, Mina slipped out of bed and went to knock on the bathroom door and make sure everything was okay. But what she heard stopped her.

Inside the bathroom, Kristin was making the strangest noises, moaning, gasping, making little exclamations, and all the while there was this slick noise, like someone vigorously washing their hands. Mina didn’t know what to make of her sister’s sounds (except that she remembered Mom making them at night sometimes before she met her stepdad Max), but even more curious was the instant response her body had to what she was hearing. Her skin shivered into goosebumps, her cheeks got blushy, she had trouble breathing, and between her legs, she felt this warm heaviness settle in, making her bare little peepee feel all swollen. And it got wet, she could feel it getting wetter while she listened to Kristin’s strangely exciting noises. It gave her this delicious slippery feeling down there while she rocked nervously in front of the door.

At that point, Kristin cried out, a rhythmic cry that almost sounded like pain but sounded like something completely different too, almost like the cheering she heard at a soccer game. It was all tremendously intriguing. What was going on in there?

The cries faded into long moans, and sighs, and then quiet. Mina got scared, ready to bolt back to the bed and keep from getting caught, but then she heard the shower start, and the toilet flush. She knew she was safe, and she got a secret little grin as she ambled back to Kristin’s bed, feeling a strange but not unpleasant dampness between the tops of her thighs.

The next morning, she knew she had to figure out what happened to Kristin. She looked around the bathroom thoroughly, but there was no sign. So she started studying the doorknob, in case it happened again. There was a tiny hole on the outside of the knob, and with a little rummaging to find the right tool, Mina found she could pop the lock almost silently. She got a giddy rush when she figured it out.

That same night, Mina lay wide awake, feeling fidgety and restless. The gentle trill of Kristin’s alarm startled her into stillness. Not knowing what to do, she feigned sleep. She heard and felt her stepsister move and lean over her, and Mina supposed Kristin was making sure she was asleep. She didn’t move. Kristin got out of bed, and went straight to the bathroom, like before. Mina could barely force herself to wait the handful of minutes necessary to ensure that Kristin wasn’t just going potty. But once she was sure, she got out of bed, and took the tool from where she hid it under her pillow.

She snuck up to the door and listened for a moment. And again, she heard sighs and gentle coos from Kristin on the other side. They weren’t as loud as the night before, but the effect on Mina was instant and exactly the same shivery, dampening excitement as before. She could barely keep her hand still enough to put the fine rod into the tiny hole of the knob. Feeling the quiet click of the mechanism, she turned the knob slowly, and eased the door open, just a crack.

The first thing she noticed was that the light was low, warm and orange, just the heat lamp on over the tub. The smoked glass of the shower doors made these wavy amber patterns across the room. Just to the right of the door, next to the linen closet, was the potty, and just past that was a long vanity with two sinks and a huge mirror above it. And next to the vanity was Kristin, completely naked, the oversize t-shirt and panties she wore to bed in a pile on the bathroom floor.

Mina drew in a long, amazed breath. She never realized how badly she’d wanted to see her stepsister nude, but from the way her pulse raced, she knew then that she had. She devoured Kristin’s image, both before her and reflected in the mirror. Her legs weren’t long but were shapely and obviously strong. She had a little nest of dark black hair over her peepee, the way some older girls in soccer did. And her butt, her naked butt! It was so pretty, a firm, prominent, perfect curve, and the swell of her round hips tapered into a small waist, with two little dimples right on her back right above her lovely bottom. Kristin swept the fingers of one hand back and forth over the taut contour of her belly, and above that were her naked boobies. Mina smiled as she admired them, they rode high on her chest, the swell a flawless soft curve, capped by hard brownish nipples that pointed just slightly upward. They may have been just a 15-year old’s C-cups, but to Mina they were perfect.

Kristin was swaying gently before the mirror, fingertips gliding over the creamy skin of her torso, considering herself. Her short, dark hair was loose and wild. She must have forgotten to take off her makeup before bed, because now her eyeliner was smudged and smoky and made her eyes look bigger and more intense than they did during the day. Mina found the effect mesmerizing and a little scary.

Kristin started making little pouty faces at herself, and her breathing got deeper and faster, the sighs more frequent. Mina saw her squeeze her full hip while her hands wandered around. She cupped her marvelous breast and Mina got a little quiver. Then, her stepsister got into this pose, twisting her hips so she could look at her bottom over her shoulder in the mirror, resting her chin on her shrugged-up shoulder. She looked so adorable, like a model. Then she reached one hand around, squeezed a firm ample cheek, and bending forward a little, spread herself open, revealing the crack and her puckered pinkish butt hole to the mirror, and to Mina. The 11-year old gasped as a completely new and strange thrill shot through her, leaving her sheened with perspiration, and making her peepee throb steadily. It was getting really wet and almost feverishly warm, as she kept spying.

Straightening and turning to face the mirror, Kristin leaned against the counter, and with a purring sigh and a little grin, she began stroking and squeezing her boobies, her thumbs brushing the already hard nipples. She rocked a little while she did it. Mina slipped a hand up under her pajama top and ran it over her own flat chest, to see how it felt, and when she touched her nipple, she got a happy feeling that she could only think of as sparkly.

Still fondling her breasts with one hand, Kristin’s other hand strayed down her tummy and into the dark triangle between her legs. Mina thought she must have an itch down there, but her hand just stayed, moving around a little, and then Kristin made one of the moans, like from the night before, and Mina knew this was something totally new, something really grownup and naughty and secret. Her stepsister’s eyes glowed as she watched herself rubbing her peepee, her butt moved slightly, up and down. Her mouth was open, and Mina could see the tip of her tongue kinda poking out.

Then she did something startling. Kristin lifted the hand which had been rubbing, and popped one of her fingers into her mouth and sucked on it. She moaned again, and her body did this little shimmy. Mina’s response was a jumble, she wanted to be appalled, but was terribly fascinated – obviously Kristin thought it was good, tasting her own peepee, so maybe it was just a grownup thing she’d learn to like.

This is sex, Mina thought. When the older girls giggle and blush, this is what they’re whispering about. I’m watching Kristin do sex.

Her thoughts were snapped when Kristin turned and moved toward the door. She found herself frozen with surprise, she couldn’t move. She was gonna get caught spying! Then her stepsister made a little turn, and sat daintily on the potty with that little secret grin on her face again.

With her will coming back to her, her heart descending from her throat, Mina considered leaving. Did she want to spy on Kristin while she piddled, or worse, pooped? It seemed disgusting, but again her wires got crossed, excitement and curiosity battling childish revulsion. She hadn’t thought Kristin touching her privates would be the thing that made her moan, so what might happen now? Besides, there was the naughty thrill of secretly watching her pretty stepsister do her most private things all unknowing. So she stayed put.

Kristin parted her legs went back to rubbing between them for a moment, then she bent forward and reached around back there, like she was wiping her bottom. Her eyes rolled shut and she groaned, deeper and more urgent than before. Her hand came away from behind, and she brought it up to her mouth and licked it. Mina shivered as she watched. After a few licks, Kristin reached back around, and this time she grunted and her hand stayed back there. She breathed really hard, grunting and moaning, her hips rocking on the toilet seat.

Then she arched her back, and her other hand snaked into the little opening between her belly and her thighs, and went back to rubbing her peepee. Kristin writhed on the potty, this was obviously giving her really strong feelings. Mina watched as her stepsister’s eyebrows shot up as if surprised, and her whole body shook, her butt bouncing on the seat. She slowed down, with this dreamy, relaxed look on her face.

After a minute or two she sat back up, her hand coming out from behind and she popped a finger into her mouth where she sucked it like a lollipop. Her other hand stayed between her legs, gently rubbing, almost tickling. Kristin squirmed a little, like she was waiting for something.

Suddenly she started to pee. Mina found this unexpected, after what had come before, something as normal as going potty. But Kristin’s hand didn’t come away, and Mina realized that her stepsister was peeing on her hand, on purpose. Eventually, she lifted her hand out of the stream ringing off the porcelain, but only to wipe it all over her tummy and breasts, up the side of her neck and all over her face. She kissed the pee-splashed fingers as they passed her mouth, her tongue came out and licked them sensuously.

Mina’s disgust had left her. Watching how much pleasure Kristin got from playing with her own pee, the exciting sight of her feeling her body in ways the 11-year old had never imagined, left her only filled with curiosity and eagerness.

But there was more to come. Kristin’s pee splattered to an end, and her hand darted right back down between her legs. The girl began to move, and Mina watched as she climbed up naked onto the seat, squatting, knees splayed, toes hanging over the edges, back braced against the tank. From this new position, the spying little girl could see the pink slit of her stepsister’s peepee, and how she was fingering it, for the first time. Mina began to fidget with unexplainable urges.

Kristin’s eyes squinched shut, and the muscles in her tummy clenched as her fingers moved faster and faster over her wet kitty. Mina recognized the slick noises from the night before. But then she saw below Kristin’s glistening slit and racing fingers, the knuckles of her other hand, that had reached back behind her. This arm started to move as fast as the hand over her pretty pink peepee, and her stepsister’s hips and thighs started to jerk, like she was trying to dance on the potty. Then suddenly Kristin’s whole body spasmed, her mouth open wide and the cries coming out, “Ah! Ah! Yeah! Oh, oh fuck! Ah!” Her convulsions calmed, and she hugged her knees on the potty, happily going, “Mmmmmmm,” and resting her sweaty face on her arm.

Mina watched her resting stepsister for a moment, and her hand found its way to her own peepee, tentatively squeezing it through her pajamas. The feeling was hot and gave her this knee-weakening melty sensation that ran all through her belly. It was scarily intense, something so good it was overwhelming. Was that what Kristin felt? What about the other things?

Kristin stood again, and this time Mina was ready to retreat, but her stepsister turned immediately away, and stepped over to the tub, sliding the glass door open. The 11-year old spy watched the reflection as Kristin started the shower, tested the water, and stepped gracefully in. She loved seeing the older girl soap herself slowly, savoring the feel of herself, and wished she could watch her every time she showered. Mina squeezed between her legs again, she couldn’t seem to help it. She wanted to feel it again. The rush was delicious, deeply gratifying, like eating fudge. And almost like a reward, Kristin started doing sex with herself again in the shower, her form mostly just a glowing silhouette under the heat lamp, in the steam, back arched and bottom lifted high, one hand dipping between her swaying thighs, the other reaching into the crack of her behind, both working busily while her head drooped under the steaming stream of water, panting and groaning.

With one last marvelous squeeze of her peepee, Mina shut the door, grinning. She already wondered if she would get to watch her again.

And just two nights later, Kristin was back in the bathroom, and Mina was squatting by the door, gently popping the lock and peeking in, so excited she was trembling. She found Kristin already on the potty, or maybe this was where she started tonight, maybe she did it different each time. Her beautiful stepsister stroked her fingers slowly, luxuriously, over her peepee, her legs spread as wide as she could get them. Mina could see that tantalizing hint of pink that made her quiver inside. Kristin’s eyes were half-closed, her head lolling, falling back and then drooping forward, short black hair brushing over her eyes and cheeks. Mina smiled with secret admiration for her pretty, sexy stepsister.

Then strangely, her head drooped forward and stopped. The hand between her legs froze. Her whole body went tense and Mina wondered what went wrong. She glanced down to where Kristin’s gaze would go, and with dawning horror, she saw a long slit of light along the bathroom floor, the light through the door, and her own shadow blocking some of it.

Oh no oh no, I left the bedroom light on! Mina had time to think before Kristin swung the door open, seized the little spy by her wrist, and pulled her sharply into the bathroom. Mina heard the door shut, and the lock click behind her.

*****

Mina’s green eyes were huge and mortified. She cringed back before her naked stepsister but was firmly in her grip. The 11-year old girl’s mouth stammered but no sound came out. As soon as the door was locked, Kristin wheeled on her, bending to get right in her face, her smudgy shadowed eyes glittering with anger. She looked so scary, out of control.

“What do you think you’re doing, you little sneak?” Kristin growled, keeping her voice low but practically spitting the words out. “You don’t follow me around enough every day, you have to spy on me here, too?” Still too frightened to speak, Mina shook her head ‘no’ so fervently that her honey blonde hair swished across her face.

“That is it. That is just fucking it.” And now Kristin dragged Mina into the amber-lit room, her little stepsister quailing. “I wait and I wait and all I wanted was a little privacy, just a little…” she trailed off for a second, then came back twice as enraged, “Is that it?! You wanted to see me naked? You wanted to see what I do with myself? Is that what you wanted, you little fucking slut? Goddammit!”

And Kristin sat back down on the toilet seat, and snarling, “Come here, you pervy little brat,” yanked Mina across her bare lap. “I’ll show you what happens when you spy. This is what happens!”

Kristin seized the waistband of Mina’s pajama bottoms and with one savage pull wrenched them down to the young girl’s knees, exposing her bare, helpless, upturned ass. Without reluctance or even much thought, the angry 15-year old gripped Mina by the back of her neck, forcing her head down and her butt up, and with her free hand spanked her stepsister, hard.

Mina gasped at the stinging shock of her stepsister’s open hand on her behind. It hurt! Her own hands shot out to cover herself, but after a quick tussle she couldn’t even see, much less resist, Kristin had both of Mina’s wrists in one hand and pinioned to her back, just below her shoulder blades, forcing her down just like before. And the next swat struck.

As she paddled, Kristin sped up, and barely heard herself saying, “You sneaking little bitch. You nosy slut, do you spy on me every time I take a piss? Whenever I shower? What is it with you? Can’t you leave me alone for two minutes? Will this make you stop?”

Mina squirmed desperately on Kristin’s lap, making little squeaks of alarm with each fresh spanking, but Kristin wouldn’t stop. And as the little girl’s butt turned pink from the harsh treatment, the slaps stopped stinging so much, and started feeling, well, more electric instead, sending out these hot sensations up her spine and down her legs. In fact, the whole spanking thing was getting her very confused. Tears were streaming down her face, but she wasn’t yelping any more, each smack of Kristin’s hand eliciting a soft groan instead, much more like the noises Kristin herself made in the bathroom. She was very aware of her sister’s naked body pressed all up against her, the warmth of it, the scent of it, even as she struggled.

Then, between spanks, Kristin hissed, “Are you gonna do this ever again, you dirty snooping slut?” And Mina found her voice. Cracking, squeaky, but still her voice crying out, “Nooooo…”

Hearing her stepsister’s humiliated cry, Kristin’s anger evaporated like steam, and her punishing hand stopped in midair, suspended. For the first time since she locked the door, she was actually seeing what she was doing, not just acting out. She heard the 11-year old’s sobbing, felt her breath along her leg. Hot pink handprints glowed on the girl’s otherwise pale ass cheeks, which looked even more creamy when compared to the satiny tanned skin on the other side of her panty line.

She noticed the stressed position of Mina’s elbows, and it almost surprised her to see her own hand pinning the girl’s wrists in place. She released them with a guilty quickness. Remarkably, Mina’s arms were slow to move, and even though she relaxed her elbows, she kept her hands together behind her back. Kristin began to realize that her little punished stepsister wasn’t jumping up, wasn’t rubbing her behind, wasn’t chewing her out, wasn’t even crying anymore. She was just lying there, submissive, breathing heavily.

And as Kristin’s senses returned completely, she caught a scent, sharp, tangy, and warm, rising from between Mina’s legs. She stooped her head just a bit closer, disbelieving, and inhaled. The earthy sweet smell of the 11-year old’s pussy was obvious and delicious, and Kristin’s brain immediately lit up with blazing arousal. This little girl wasn’t just scared; she was turned on!

Tentatively, the older girl brought her hand back down to Mina’s shapely little ass, touching it again, but gently, gently. Mina initially cringed, but as Kristin’s fingertips soothed over her tender bottom, she sighed, relaxed, sniffled. Kristin could feel the heat rising from Mina’s butt.

“I’m sorry, Mina,” she murmured. “But you made me so mad. You made this trouble for yourself.”

“I’m sorry too. I shouldn’t've spied,” Mina said. It was easier to confess when she didn’t have to look at Kristin. “I just, just couldn’t help it.”

“I locked the door. How’d you get it open?”

“I found a little tool, figured it out.”

“Why were you spying? What did you think you were going to see?”

“What I, you know… What you did the other night.”

“What?! You did this last time too?!”

“Please don’t be mad.”

Kristin thought back. She’d started getting up very late, starting last week, just so she could take care of herself, the almost unbearable urges that just kept building up in her body. And after such a long time of not being able to touch herself, it was totally horny and intense, she had to cum a bunch of times before she could even slow down, and even then, she wanted a couple more. And she was so pent-up, she did everything she thought would get her off harder, even the nasty, filthy things that she was too embarrassed to do most of the time. Did Mina see her doing that?

And now she was back for more? Kristin’s libido soared at the thought. But she needed to find out more, and keep Mina in her place while she did.

“I’ll be mad if I want to. You’re the one who was spying. Do you know how much trouble you’d be in if your mom or my dad found out?”

She practically felt the girl shrink with dread. “No don’t tell, please don’t tell,” she begged.

“Well, we’ll see,” Kristin said, her fingers brushing more thoughtfully over Mina’s cute little ass, straying just slightly into the groove of her crack, strokes widening to include the delectably soft flesh at the top of her thighs. “First, we have to figure out what you saw, so we know what you’re in trouble for.”

“I – I, I didn’t see that much.”

The 15-year old gave her stepsister one little swat, right where her butt joined her legs. Mina jumped, but Kristin went right back to the slow soothing caresses, and said, “Don’t lie, you little slut. If you didn’t see anything, you wouldn’t come back. Now, are you gonna confess, or do we go back to spanking?”

“I’ll tell, I’ll tell,” Mina said quickly. Then, trying desperately to get around her fear, she said, “I saw you naked, in the mirror. You were kind of posing, and you bent over and spread open your butt and looked at it. Then you started touching yourself all over. And then, I saw you do sex stuff.”

“Really. What kind of sex stuff did I do?”

“You know…”

“No. I. Don’t,” Kristin teased, punctuating each word with a light spank on Mina’s butt.

“Okay, okay. I saw you touch yourself between your legs when you stood in front of the mirror.”

“Where between my legs?” “On your… on your peepee.”

“Pussy, Mina, call it a pussy.”

“That’s a dirty word.”

“You’re a dirty girl.”

“So you were touching your, your pussy, and you were looking at yourself doing it.”

“And you were peeking at me the whole time,” Kristin said, and she felt a deep, hungry ache open all through her belly. She loved the thought of this. “Then what?”

“Then, you sat on the potty, and you rubbed your pussy more, harder. And you reached around, and I think you touched your butt, too.”

Kristin’s hand breezed over Mina’s ass. “You mean, like I’m touching yours?”

“No. That feels nice.”

“Oh, then you mean, like spanking?” she asked, giving her another teasing slap.

“No! No, it was like, you were rubbing it like you rubbed your pussy. Hard. I couldn’t see, but I think you were rubbing your butt hole. Like doing sex to it. Can you do sex to your butt?”

“I’ll ask the questions here. What happened next?”

“You rubbed both at the same time, and you got all wiggly with this crazy look on your face, and then you shivered all over and got kind of sweaty.”

“And you liked seeing me like that?”

“I don’t know.”

“Don’t lie.”

“No really, I don’t know. I don’t know how to call what I felt. I guess I felt, kind of crazy too?”

“Okay, that’s fair. At least you’re being honest. Did you keep peeking after that?”

“Yeah. I couldn’t help it.”

“What did you see me do?”

“You took your finger from your butt and put it in your mouth. You sucked on it. Was it really in your butt?”

“Questions,” Kristin warned, giving Mina another little slap. Then she rubbed the same spot, soothing it, and it was almost like her little stepsister’s ass was rising a little, trying to stay in contact with her hand. “Tell the rest.” “Well, then you… you peed on your hand, you peed and touched your pussy at the same time. And then you wiped your pee all over your tummy and put those fingers in your mouth, too.”

“Mmm, I did.” Kristin’s eyes closed, remembering that moment. Her free hand reached down and started stroking Mina’s hair, while she caressed her fingertips lingeringly up and down the groove of the 11-year old’s bottom. “What did I do next?”

“You got up on the potty, up on the seat, and then you rubbed your pussy really fast and you… you put your finger in your butt.”

“You saw my finger?”

“I saw your hand, you know, underneath you. And both your arms were moving, and then you wiggled really hard and went crazy again.”

“I had to, because it felt so good,” Kristin confided. “How did it make you feel? How did it make your body feel, watching me like that?”

“I got hot and shivery all over. And my peepee -”

“Pussy.”

“… My pussy felt all swollen and wet inside. When I squeezed it, it felt really good, but scary too, I don’t know.”

“You squeezed your pussy?”

“Yeah, a little.”

Kristin was thrilled. She never guessed that Mina might be playing with herself. That her interest in sex wasn’t just curiosity, that she might be feeling the same urges Kristin felt at that age. “Do you do that a lot?”

“I don’t think so. That was the first time.”

“So you just squeezed it that one time? Be honest.”

“No. I squeezed it again after you got in the shower.”

“You watched me shower after all that? Why?”

“You looked so, so, I don’t know, so beautiful in there, all naked and wet and it was like you were just a shadow. And then you started rubbing both places again, and you started moving and it was almost like you were dancing.”

Despite her arousal and simmering anger, Kristin felt flattered by this confession. “And you squeezed your pussy again, watching me?”

“Yeah, it made me want to.”

“Did it make you go crazy, like I went crazy?”

“Noooo, I didn’t do that. But that’s what was scary about it. I felt like if I kept going, I wouldn’t ever stop.”

“But you came back anyway, hoping you’d see me doing all that again?”

“Yeah, I guess so.”

“You guess so?”

“No.” Mina said firmly. “I know. I snuck out and spied on you because I wanted to see you naked again. I really, really wanted to. I love how pretty you are, and when you’re naked you’re super pretty and I get all these crazy feelings. I wanted to see you do all the sex stuff because it makes me feel strange and good and I don’t why it does. I don’t know about sex stuff at all, and you’re so grownup and you know all about it and I thought maybe I could figure some of it out. And yes, I was going to squeeze myself down there while I looked at you, ’cause that’s one of the best things I’ve ever felt, my peepee got all tingly just thinking about it.”

“Pussy.”

“Pussy, right. Sorry.”

Kristin nodded, and patted Mina’s bottom reassuringly. “Well, you’ve been really honest so far, so I don’t think I’ll have to tell mom and dad.”

“Thank you Kristin thank you thank you -”

“Not so fast,” Kristin said, a little petulantly, pushing Mina’s head back down. “I’m not done with you yet. I’m still a little mad that you spied. So you have to keep being honest, okay?”

“Okay, I promise.”

“Did you see me naked tonight before I caught you?”

“Yes. You were on the potty with your legs opened up.”

“Did it make you all wet in your pussy, when you saw me?”

“Yeah, but I was kinda wet already, when I was in bed, waiting for you.”

“Are you still wet down there, right now?”

She waited for an answer. Mina squirmed a little. Kristin stopped stroking her stepsister’s bottom. “Well?”

Mina sobbed out, “Yes. I’m sorry. I can’t help it.”

“How do you like it, the way I’m petting your butt?”

“It feels good. Soft and tingly. It doesn’t hurt anymore.”

“Do you still want to look at me naked, Mina?”

Again, the little girl was silent, desperately trying to think of answer that would get her out of trouble. It was either lie, or spy, and both of them were wrong.

“I asked you a question, Mina. Do you still want to look at me naked?”

The admission wrenched its way out of her, “Yes.”

Kristin patted the shapely ass before her one more time, then pulled up Mina’s pajama bottoms. She placed one hand on the girl’s thin hip and another up underneath her chin and lifted the girl up out of her lap. Mina clutched Kristin’s bare thigh right above her knee to support herself, and as the young girl’s head passed by, Kristin pulled her in close, nose in that fragrant blonde hair, and whispered, “Well, I’m right here.”

Mina got to her feet and wobbled a bit, shocked by what she’d just heard. Kristin stayed put on the toilet, sitting very primly, hands on her knees and knees together, back straight and tall, her bare boobies pushed together and out, jutting proudly. Her brown nipples were crinkly hard. She had that little, wicked grin on her face, and held Mina steadily in her gaze.

“You like me?” Kristin asked girlishly.

“You’re so pretty,” Mina replied, breathless.

“Go ahead and look, then. You don’t have to spy,” Kristin said, and used her hands to pull her knees, her thighs, her legs, slowly open. Mina’s eyes went straight to the juncture as she revealed herself. Then Kristin whispered, “I’ll show you everything.”

Mina blushed bright red. She felt dizzy, giddy. All she could do was stupidly nod.

“What was it you wanted to see me do when you were peeking on me, little slut?”

To Mina, a slut was someone who wore clothes that were too small. “You keep calling me that. Why?”

“A slut is someone who does naughty things, who wants to do naughty things even when they know they shouldn’t. Who feels really good from doing naughty things. Things like spying in the middle of the night. Like looking at people naked. Like getting all wet thinking about their sister.” Kristin slid her hands up the insides of her thighs while she said this, and she was getting so wet watching Mina’s thunderstruck arousal.

Her fingers came to rest on her black little bush. She pulled her knees up and parted her pussy lips so that Mina could see her. “I’m a slut. I love being a slut. Maybe you want to be a slut, too.”

Mina barely heard her, she was transfixed by Kristin’s pussy.

“What did you want to see, little slut?”

The 11-year old’s voice was tiny, timid. “I wanna see you rub your pussy.”

“Okay,” Kristin smiled, licked her lips, and slipped a finger into her soaking cleft, bringing the pad of a finger to her hard little clit. She rocked from the contact, “Aah.” This was so fucking hot. She let the rhythm of her need control her, humping the seat a little. She put one hand back to brace herself, so that Mina could keep looking.

Mina’s hand absently came up to her own bottom lip, fingertips stroking. She said, “Oh.”

“This is called masturbating, when you rub your pussy to make it feel good. I love the word. Say it for me.”

“Masturbating.”

A shudder went through Kristin. “Oh. Oh yeah. That’s nice. Say, ‘I like to masturbate.’”

Mina realized that her stepsister was getting more excited from hearing her talk. This made her knees shaky. She said a little more confidently, “I like to masturbate.”

“Yeah, yeah I do. Watch me, Mina.” She moved her hand, slipping two fingers deep into her vagina and leaving her thumb on her clit. The pleasure deep inside shot through her in waves. Mina had never seen a woman penetrate her own pussy, even though she knew that happened. She wondered how it felt. It was mesmerizing. Kristin saw her staring. “Say, ‘I want to watch my sister masturbate.”

“I want to watch my sister masturbate.”

“Oh fuck! Yeah. Yeah, say it again.”

“I want to watch my sister masturbate.”

Kristin knew she was close. Her eyes were shut, her body thrusting into her fingers, out of control and feeling nothing but her raw sexuality. “I’m a masturbating slut.”

“I’m a masturbating slut.”

“Unh! Oh, oh Mina, come closer, come closer.” The tension wound in her belly, so close, it was gonna be so hard. Mina edged closer, wanting to see it all, wanting to be near Kristin, but terribly intimidated by the force of her feelings, her nudity, her masturbation.

Kristin applied that last bit of pressure. “Watch me, watch me,” and then she orgasmed, and it was stronger and better than she could have imagined. For a full minute, her head emptied and her body did nothing but wrap itself around the incredible pleasure she gave it.

It was even crazier up close than when she peeked. And knowing that Kristin wanted her here, watching her, gave Mina a feeling she couldn’t describe, like her whole body was humming, but especially down there. Her pajama bottoms were damp, she could feel it. She loved being so close to her stepsister. Mina could feel the heat coming off her, see the sheen of sweat and even smell it, steamy and salty like the ocean. And she could smell something else, something heavy and kind of musky, and she knew with a shiver it was Kristin’s smell, the smell of her pussy, the smell of sex.

Kristin set her feet down and scrubbed a hand through her short black hair, coming back to herself. She opened her eyes to find her stepsister right there, but this time she didn’t care. She looked into those huge, marveling green eyes and asked, “Did you like that?”

“Uh-huh. I feel so funny when you get that way.”

“What happens to me is called cumming, and it’s the best feeling you can get. I love cumming, and I need to make myself cum to be happy.”

“Cumming.”

“Yeah. It sounds good when you say it.”

“So you were cumming just then?”

Kristin smiled. “Oh, yeah.”

“But…”

“But what?”

“But you didn’t rub back there,” Mina said, pointing helpfully at her own ass. “Before, you did it there, and then you were cumming from there.”

Kristin leaned forward, elbows on knees, smirking as she considered Mina. The purring in her pussy ramped right back up into urgency, and her asshole tingled maddeningly, suddenly feeling neglected and hungry. “You are a pervy little slut. You want to see me do that?”

“It seems really grownup. I don’t know how you could do it.”

“You want to try it yourself, like when you squeezed your pussy?”

“I don’t know. Is that gross?”

“Gross? Gross how?”

She shrugs. “Isn’t it stinky?”

“Your poop might stink, but if you wipe and wash, your ass doesn’t.”

“Really?”

Kristin reached out and grabbed the waistband of Mina’s jammies, pulling them away from her back. “Find out.” Mina stared at Kristin, shocked.

“Go ahead, take a finger and slide it up and down the crack of your butt.”

Hesitatingly, the young girl reached back and did as she was told, her hand slipping inside the invitingly opened pajamas. The slight sweatiness in the soft, tight groove between her warm cheeks allowed her finger to slide easily. After the spanking and the stroking, that whole area was super tender, and the sensations she got were unexpectedly pleasurable, ticklish and luscious.

Kristin watched the expressions pass across Mina’s face and smiled, knowing. “Be sure to touch your butt hole. Rub around real good.”

Mina was happy to obey. Touching the pad of her finger to her tight, wrinkly hole sent a feeling right up her spine and made her pussy feel even more melty. She didn’t understand and didn’t care. She rubbed and explored thoroughly, even pushing against her butt hole and feeling the rubbery orifice yield. And she thought, yes, you could stick your finger up there. You might even like it.

Kristin glanced back at Mina’s busy hand, and then caught her eye. Mina giggled a little breathlessly, embarrassed but obviously enjoying herself. Kristin nodded encouragingly. “It feels good, right?”

“Yeah.”

“Okay, enough fooling around. Pull your finger out.”

A little disappointed, Mina did it, holding the finger gingerly away from herself as she felt her pajamas snap back into place. She looked to Kristin expectantly.

“Put it under your nose and sniff it. Tell me what you smell.”

Doubtfully, Mina brought the finger up to the bow of her upper lip and inhaled. Her fears turned out to be unfounded. She smelled the mild warm fragrance of her own ass on her finger again. “Well? Is it stinky?”

“No. It’s not strong. Natural, like bark or something. Even, I don’t know, a little sweet.”

“Not so bad.”

“Un-uh, I kinda,” she sniffed again, “I kinda like it.”

“Me too,” Kristin said, and she reached out and drew Mina’s hand away from her nose and toward her own face. Mina thought she wanted to smell it too, but Kristin put Mina’s finger in her mouth, wrapped her soft lips around it, and sucked. Mina felt her stepsister’s tongue massaging it, and all the while Kristin kept her eyes wide and locked on the 11-year old. Mina gasped.

Kristin drew the wet finger back out. “I’ll do it for you, Mina. I’ll show you how I masturbate my ass. I’ll get off for you, and I’m sure I’ll love it.”

“Yeah?” Mina’s eyes sparkled.

“Yeah,” Kristin replied. “But you have to do something for me first. I get to watch you.”

The girl suddenly shied up. “Watch me do what?”

Continue on to Part Two