The Joy of Looking, Chapter 77

  • Posted on May 15, 2015 at 1:59 pm

By Naughty Mommy

I awoke to the feel of covers being pulled back on the bed, someone else getting in.

I was in Kate’s bed with her. She was still asleep. It was dark, the middle of the night, and the person getting in with us was our mom, of course.

Even in the dim light, I could easily sense her animal arousal. I heard her panting and I could smell her sexual aroma, the strong scent of her pussy mixed with her alluring perfume. Our mother was kneeling between us, looking down at our nude bodies. She was naked, and she was masturbating.

“Little girls, hot little girls,” she murmured, vigorously rubbing her clit. She crawled slowly forward, toward my sister. Kate began to wake up.

“Lick my cunt, Katie,” our mother whispered. “Lick Mommy’s cunt.”

She positioned herself over Kate’s face, spreading her lips with her fingers, then lowering her wet pussy onto my sister’s mouth. Without saying a word, Kate complied. She put her hands on Mommy’s bottom, pulling her in. She closed her eyes and began licking our mother’s clit.

I was lying in the dark, next to them, watching all this. Sliding a hand between my legs, I began to masturbate.

“Uh-huh, uh-huh,” Mommy panted, “so nice, so fucking goddamn nice!”

I got up on an elbow, leaning in closer to see better, still rubbing myself.

Before she’d entered the room, our mom must have been masturbating already. Perhaps she’d even made herself come, or at least had got very close. By the time she climbed in bed with us and crawled on top of Katie, she was right on the verge of a climax. It didn’t take her long after that.

Holding my sister’s head in her hands, she said, “Come on your face, come on your face, I’m gonna come on your face!!” And then she did.

Enough light was coming in through the window that I could see the glimmer of our mother’s love juices as they flowed out of her cunt and dribbled down over Kate’s cheeks. Kate tried to swallow as much as she could, but Mommy was really gushing. I could definitely smell it. Maybe that’s what put me over the top. I hadn’t been masturbating for long at that point, but seeing this, and smelling it, made me come very quickly.

While I was still climaxing, and when my mom had barely finished hers, suddenly she clambered over on top of me, roughly pushing me down on my back, pinning me to the bed, straddling my face, dropping her hot wet pussy onto my mouth. She held my head tightly in her hands, ramming her cunt between my open lips, fucking my face. I tried to lick her, but it wasn’t easy and I don’t think she needed that anyway. It was as though she hadn’t really even stopped coming from when Kate had licked her, and now just rubbing her cunt against my mouth made her orgasm go on and on and on.

I couldn’t breathe very well. I was nearly smothered beneath my mom’s pussy lips. It was rough, almost brutal, it even hurt a little, but at the same time it was glorious — my mother wanted me so much she couldn’t control herself!

“Fuck! Fuck! FUCK!!” she kept crying as she rode my mouth. I thought maybe I could hear Kate climaxing too, that perhaps she was masturbating while she watched us, reaching a quick climax of her own, but it was hard to know for sure.

Finally my mom was finished. A few last shudders, a few more spasms of her cunt in my mouth, hot juices flowing out of her vagina, spilling onto my cheeks.

Slowly she drew away, her beautiful body trembling, glowing with sweat, her pussy still dripping. She brought her mouth to mine, kissing me wetly, tasting herself on my lips. She pulled Katie over and kissed her too. We merged in a feverish three-way kiss. Soon I felt Mommy’s hand reaching between my legs. She was rubbing my clit, then looking for my opening. She slid a finger up inside me. She was fucking me. I could tell from Kate’s reaction that she was doing to same to her.

Our mother brought us both that way, kissing us while she fucked our little vaginas with her fingers. We each had a climax, Kate first, then me soon after. But Mommy still wasn’t done.

She moved down lower on the bed and began licking us both, going back and forth, fingering us, rubbing us, licking and sucking our clits. Kate and I held hands, side by side, looking into each other’s eyes, sometimes kissing — sisters 10 years old and 12 years old, having sex with their mom — just thinking about that was almost enough by itself to give me an orgasm. Mommy’s tongue and fingers did the rest.

I came first this time, loudly and wetly, crying out, clenching my thighs together around my mother’s head while squeezing Katie’s hand. When I was done and let Mommy go, she immediately shifted over to my sister, sucking her clit then fucking her with her tongue, and soon Kate exploded in her mouth.

That was all for that night, but it was plenty!

Mommy kissed us a few more times, her lips and ours coated with pussy juice from all three of us mingled together. She whispered goodnight, told us she loved us, then silently left the room. I stayed with Kate, sleeping in her little bed, cuddling close to my sister, feeling warm and happy and content, the luckiest girl in the world.

* * *

The next day, Sunday, Molly was invited to a birthday party. Kate and I asked if we could go along for the ride that afternoon when Mommy drove her over there. We were thinking the same thing, I’m sure, hoping we’d get a chance to see some of the hot moms of the little girls, and maybe some of their sisters too. And we did.

The party was for Riley, who was turning 9. We all went up to the door together, and Riley’s mother, Paula, asked us to come inside. I’d met her only once before, at Molly’s sleepover. I remembered thinking she was hot then, and now she seemed even hotter than before.

She was a blonde, about 5’4” and very slim, with an upturned nose, crinkly blue eyes, and a wide mouth. Paula was older than our mom, maybe around 40, but so sexy. She was in a cute yellow dress that came to about mid-thigh, showing off her lovely tanned legs. The dress was sleeveless and very low cut in the back, making it obvious that she wasn’t wearing a bra. I felt my pussy start to tingle as I looked at her.

I glanced at Kate, catching her eye. She raised her eyebrows slightly, enough to indicate that she was also very attracted to Paula.

Then we met Riley’s sister, Alexa, and oh my god! She was 16 years old, a total knockout, the cheerleader type with her long blonde hair in a ponytail. She was in a bikini, with a big loose-fitting tank top over it. Did I mention this was a pool party? It was. Although it was still April, the day was sunny and warm enough to make it work. I suddenly wished that I had been invited to the party myself. I would have loved to see all those little girls getting wet in the pool, not to mention Paula and Alexa!

I hadn’t been invited, though, and I didn’t think fast enough to offer to stay and help out. We left after ten minutes or so, but we were there long enough to see a couple more moms. One of them was only so-so. That was Abbie’s mother. But just as we were going out the door, Emily showed up, along with her mother, Theresa. I’d met Theresa a few times before, and I always looked forward to seeing her.

Theresa was in her mid-forties, I guessed, even older than Paula, but she was just so gorgeous. She looked like an actress, or maybe a former beauty contestant or something. A brunette with a perfect face, always smiling and friendly, she had big brown eyes and full lips. She was tall and slender, and every time I’d seen her, she was dressed very nicely, elegantly even.

The woman had class and beauty, and more than that, she had sex appeal. Her clothing not only was attractive, but intentionally alluring. Theresa knew she was hot, and she knew that you knew she was hot, and she enjoyed having you look at her. Even someone like me, a 12-year-old kid! Whenever her eyes met mine, I could tell that she wanted me to look at her, wanted me to think she was sexy. That’s how it felt to me, anyway.

My mom said a warm hello to Theresa, and they kissed each other’s cheeks. Her daughter ran inside to join the other kids. I wanted to follow Emily, wanted to spend more time with all the little girls, but we were leaving. As we walked out to our car, though, I turned for a quick look back at Theresa. She was standing on the front porch, chatting with Paula, but her eyes were following us. She saw me looking at her, and gave me a wink. That made my stomach feel all jumpy and excited.

In the car, I said, “Mommy, how well do you know Theres— I mean, Ms. Chandler?”

We’d been taught to always refer to adults by their last names unless we were invited by them to use their first names. But sometimes I would forget.

“Why do you ask, sweetie?”

“Well, I mean, she’s like totally sexy. Don’t you think? Have you ever, I mean, would you, like, be interested in her?”

“God, Julie…” Kate giggled from the back seat.

Our mother chuckled too. “Yes, I would. There are a lot of women I’d be interested in. But that doesn’t mean I can just have sex with everyone who attracts me.”

“Duh,” added Kate.

“I know, but, I mean, if you had the chance, you’d want to, right?”

“Yes…” Mommy nodded slowly.

“So, then, have you ever thought of, like, trying something? Maybe, I don’t know, ask her out to dinner or whatever?”

“Well, to begin with, she’s married.”

“Oh.”

I heard Kate snickering in the back.

“Of course, that doesn’t necessarily mean it’s impossible,” our mother continued. “I have, uh, been with married women a few times in my life. More than a few times, actually. But every situation is different.”

“So,” I persisted, “you think you could possibly do something someday with, um, with Ms. Chandler? Even though she’s married?”

“Sure, it’s possible, I suppose. Maybe not likely, but then you never know.”

“I really hope so. I like her. She’s so pretty and sexy.”

“Yes, she is.”

I thought for a minute, then asked, “And what about Paula?”

“You mean Ms. Crawford?” my mother corrected.

“Sorry, yeah, Ms. Crawford. Do you think she’s pretty?”

“Yes, I do…” she paused, then added, “and in her case, well, there are rumors that suggest she might be very interested in something like that.”

“What do you mean?”

“You know, I probably shouldn’t listen to gossip at all, but sometimes things do get my attention. Like when I overheard someone say that Paula had been caught fooling around with her husband’s secretary, a young woman. Supposedly that’s why her husband left her. I understand they’ve been separated now for several months.”

“Huh.”

“And, if you believe the rumors, that was not the first time for her, for Paula, I mean. Apparently she has a history of bisexuality. And her husbands, for whatever reason, haven’t approved of it.”

“Husbands?” Kate asked from the back seat.

“Yes, the one she’s currently married to is her third. She’d been divorced twice before, from what I hear. Her two daughters, uh, Riley and Alexa, are actually half-sisters. That is, Alexa was fathered by the first husband, and Riley by the second husband. This third husband has only been around for a couple of years, and I guess we’ll see how long that marriage lasts.”

“Wow,” I pondered, “it makes you wonder why she doesn’t just give up on men and admit she’s a lesbian. You know?”

My mother chuckled, “Maybe she will someday. But in the meantime, if she’s looking for someone else to play with… well, I’ve been thinking that I might ask her to lunch one of these days.”

“Ooh, yeah, you should!” I bounced excitedly in my seat. “And then after you sleep with her, maybe we can get Riley and Alexa involved too!”

“Julie! God!” Kate reproved.

I giggled, “I know, you can’t just have sex with anyone you want. But I can’t help it. I still think about stuff like that all the time. About all those women, and the girls too.”

Kate muttered something under her breath.

“It’s all right, sweetheart,” my mom patted my leg. “It’s natural to have a strong sex drive and to think about things. And I’m happy that you feel comfortable talking about it with us.”

She looked in the rear view mirror for a second, catching Kate’s eye. “Katie, you’ve been putting Julie down a little bit here, sort of making fun of her. Why is that?”

I didn’t turn around to see, but I could sense my sister squirming in the back seat. “I don’t know, um… I’m not meaning to be mean… but it’s like, um, I don’t know…”

Just then we pulled into the driveway. We were home. Our mother shut off the engine. “Let’s go inside, and then I want to continue this conversation. I think it’s important.”

Inside, Mommy got Cokes for me and Kate, and a glass of white wine for herself. We sat down in the family room, the girls on the sofa, our mother in an armchair.

“Now, Kate,” Mommy resumed, “tell me how it makes you feel when Julie talks about wanting to have sex with other girls and women. Or when she encourages me to seduce women like the moms we met today.”

My sister fidgeted, looking down at her hands. She took a drink of her Coke, obviously uneasy and stalling. I felt bad for her.

“Well,” she finally said, “it’s just…”

She stopped. I saw tears in her eyes.

As I’ve said before, Kate almost never cried. She was still only 10 years old, almost two years younger than me, but I cried much more often than she did.

“What is it, honey?” our mother asked softly. “You can tell us.”

“I know,” Kate sniffed, “I know I can tell you, but I don’t know why I’m crying. There’s just, I mean, it’s all so much.”

Mommy got up from her chair and came to sit beside Kate, putting her arm around her. She hugged her, pulling her close, stroking her cheek, kissing her forehead. “There, there, I know, it is a lot, isn’t it…”

In spite of myself, I looked at my mom’s legs. She was wearing a light cotton dress that buttoned down the front. It was about knee-length, but the last few buttons were open. And as she sat on the sofa hugging my sister, the dress let me see quite a lot of her beautiful thighs.

Kate was sobbing. Mommy petted her hair. “I know, I know, little one. It’s okay.”

I wasn’t really sure why Kate was crying. I also wasn’t sure if I should stay there on the sofa, or if I should get up and leave them alone for a while. Since I wasn’t sure, I stayed. And I kept looking at my mother’s legs.

My sister took a deep breath, managing to choke down her sobs. Mommy wiped a few tears from Kate’s cheeks with her fingers. She smiled at her and kissed the end of her nose, then kissed her lips.

“Honey, maybe this is it,” our mother said softly. “Like you said, it’s all so much, and maybe you still want me to be your mommy. Is that it?”

Kate nodded.

“You’re still a girl, a little girl, only 10 years old, and you need a mommy, don’t you…”

“Yeah…”

“Baby girl, I will always be your mommy, always and always. You can always come to me, no matter what, no matter how old you get, no matter how grown up you think you are, you can always come to me. Okay?”

“Okay,” Kate whispered.

“And even if we do other things, if we have sex together, that doesn’t mean I’m not still your mom and you’re still my little girl. You always will be.”

“Okay.”

“Now, do you think maybe it would be better if we didn’t have sex? If we tried to just go back to being a normal mom and daughter, a normal family, whatever that is? Would you like that?”

Kate frowned and shook her head. “No, I don’t want that. I like, um, you know, I like everything…”

“Good.” Mommy kissed her lips again. “Good, because I like it too. But remember, sweetie, above all else, you are my little girl and I’m your mom and I will always be here for you. That always comes first, no matter what. Okay?”

“Okay.” Kate smiled at her and gave our mother a big hug.

Mommy pulled her close and kissed the top of her head, rocking her in her arms, almost like an infant. She added to the impression by whispering, “Mommy’s little baby girl, Mommy’s little baby girl…”

They held each other that way for a long time. My mother noticed me ogling her legs and winked at me. I smiled at her and took a drink of my Coke.

After another minute or two, I saw Kate put her hand over Mommy’s breast, on the outside of her dress. She gently squeezed it, fingering the nipple through the thin fabric. I knew Mommy wasn’t wearing a bra that day. It had been easy for us and for anyone else to see her full breasts bouncing and swaying beneath the loose dress.

Our mother began undoing the top buttons on the dress as Kate fondled her. Neither of them said a word. The dress slowly came open. Mommy pulled it away, revealing her gorgeous breasts.

Kate admired them for a moment before leaning in and clamping her mouth over one long nipple. She closed her eyes, settling in with a contented sigh as she sucked Mommy’s tit.

Our mother spread her legs, quickly tugging up the bottom of the dress. She began rubbing her pussy over the top of her yellow panties.

For some reason I decided this was the right time for another conversation. “Mom, last night, um, we played Truth or Dare with Molly and, like, I did some stuff with her.”

“You did?” Mommy asked softly. “What kind of stuff?”

“Well, like, um, I kissed her, you know, on her pussy. When, when she was naked. And she kissed me too, my pussy, I mean. Just kissed, nothing else, but I thought you should know about that.”

“Okay. And that was all? Just kissing?”

“Uh-huh.”

Kate took her mouth away from our mother’s tit for a minute and looked over at me. She grinned, then looked down at where Mommy was rubbing herself between her legs and grinned again. Apparently she was feeling better. Licking her lips, she took the other nipple into her mouth and resumed sucking.

I went on, “You said it was okay, right? I mean, you said yourself there was no reason we should wait, why we shouldn’t do stuff with her. I promise I won’t do everything, not yet. But, like, I really want to. If she does, I mean.”

Shifting slightly on the sofa, giving herself better access, Mommy slipped her hand inside her panties. She was breathing faster. “Well, the only reason we should wait is to make sure everyone is comfortable first, that we’re not moving too fast. I don’t want Molly to get upset like Katie was.”

“She doesn’t look very upset now,” I quipped.

“No, she doesn’t,” Mommy chuckled, glancing down at Kate.

“Why don’t we talk with her about it, with Molly? Like maybe tonight, at dinner, after the party?” I suggested.

“That would make for an interesting dinner table conversation…”

But she wasn’t really focused on what she was saying.

Her face was turning red. I could see beads of sweat on her forehead. Her fingers were moving fast between her legs. She stared down at Kate, panting now as she watched her sucking on her tit. Our mother loves sex, and what she loves more than anything else is having sex with her own daughters.

“Then you could have all three of us,” I said. “All at the same time. You could have me, and Kate, and Molly too.”

“Molly…” she groaned, rubbing herself faster and faster, “Molly…”

“Isn’t that what you want, Mommy? To lick Molly’s pussy?”

“Oh my god YES!!” She was coming.

I watched my mother bring herself to a powerful climax as my sister sucked on her nipple. I knew that she could never give this up, that none of us would ever want to. We would learn to adjust, find a way to blend our family love and our sexual desires. We could and we would.

When Mommy finished coming, she removed her hand from her panties and brought it to Kate’s mouth. Kate released the nipple so she could suck on the wet fingers, tasting her mother’s pussy juice.

I got down on the floor between Mommy’s legs, reaching up, pushing her dress higher, hooking my fingers into the waistband of her yellow panties, trying to pull them down. Kate helped a little and Mommy lifted her bottom off the sofa for me. Soon we got the undies off her. I looked at her sexy pussy for a moment, her lips shiny with moisture, and then I leaned in and began licking her.

Kate was wearing a short jeans skirt. Mommy put her hand between Kate’s legs, rubbing her pussy through her panties. Again, no words were spoken. Kate knew what our mother wanted.

She hiked the little skirt up around her waist and quickly slipped off the panties. Mommy shifted position, lying down on the sofa. I moved with her, pausing only a moment before sliding two fingers up inside her and licking her clit again. Kate straddled her face. Mommy started licking my little sister’s pussy.

It didn’t take very long. Less than a minute later, Kate was climaxing in Mommy’s mouth, and shortly after that, my mother had an orgasm in my mouth as I fucked her with my tongue.

Continue on to Chapter 78

2 Comments on The Joy of Looking, Chapter 77

  1. drew says:

    I so love it when mom talks so naughty and dirty like at the start of this chapter. “Little girls, hot little girls,” “Lick my cunt, Katie,” “Lick Mommy’s cunt.” that is such a turn on!

  2. MrStrut says:

    That was a very erotic chapter. I love the detail the dresses and panties of the women and the girls. I love how their mother gets so turned on when mentioning Molly’s name.

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