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The Joy of Looking, Chapter 84

  • Posted on May 16, 2015 at 6:54 am

By Naughty Mommy

The next morning was kind of weird.

I woke up first, at a little before 8:00. Dana and Chelsea were both still snoozing, curled up together, facing each other. I needed to pee, and when I returned from Dana’s bathroom, they were gone.

After slipping into my panties and skirt and blouse, which I’d left on the floor, I went to find them. They were in Chelsea’s room. The little girl was sitting on her bed, tugging a tight t-shirt over her head. She was already wearing a pair of shorts. Her mom was sitting beside her, in a faded blue terry cloth robe.

“Good morning,” smiled Dana.

“Good morning,” I replied.

I stood at the door and watched as Dana helped Chelsea pull the t-shirt on. Then they got up and came toward me, holding hands. “Good morning, Miss Julie,” Chelsea grinned.

“Hi, honey.” I smiled, leaning down to give her a kiss.

“Are you hungry?” Dana asked.

“Yeah, I guess.” I followed them out to the kitchen.

“All we have is Cheerios, I think. Is that okay?”

“Sure, it’s fine, of course. I like Cheerios.”

We sat at their beat-up dinette table and ate cold cereal, chatting casually. Dana made toast for us too, and we had orange juice.

What surprised me, though, was that they both behaved as if nothing at all had happened between us the night before. Or maybe they were acting like nothing unusual had taken place — as though it was perfectly normal for the 12-year-old babysitter to be naked in bed with them, helping the 7-year-old child masturbate her mother!

Anyway, that’s how it was. As we finished our breakfast, I said, “Um, I’m supposed to call my mom and tell her what my plans are.”

“All right,” Dana nodded. “Let’s see, I have to take Chelsea to her dance class at 11:00, so if you want, we can drop you off then. Is that okay?”

“Sure.” I took my dishes over to the sink, noticing that they didn’t have a dishwasher in the apartment. I helped Dana wash and put away the dishes, and then I called my mother. She asked to speak to Dana and suggested that they come to our place at about 5:30 that night for dinner and the sleepover.

* * *

We had our dinner outside again, on the back patio. Mommy didn’t want to cook, so she’d ordered a variety of sandwiches from the deli near us. Everyone enjoyed them.

It was another beautiful spring evening. I played with Chelsea and Molly and Kate on the swing set for a while after we finished eating, and when it got dark, we went inside.

It was about 8:00 o’clock. Our mother told us she had a video she thought we might like to watch. She didn’t say it was a movie, so I wasn’t sure what she was going to show us. Certainly it couldn’t be porn — could it??

She went to the kitchen, returning shortly with glasses of wine for herself and Dana, and then put a DVD into the player. We all snuggled up on the sofa, Kate on one end with Mommy beside her, Molly sitting on her lap. Then came me, and then Dana, holding Chelsea on her lap.

The video came on. Actually it was a series of short videos called Candydoll.tv, something I had never seen before. We sat and watched as one after another, beautiful young models, lovely girls who seemed to be only about 9 or 10 years old, came on the screen. They all wore revealing outfits, like bikinis or leotards. The girls smiled and posed, showing off their smooth pre-pubescent bodies, as seductive music played in the background.

Nobody spoke. My mom and Dana occasionally sipped their wine. I was becoming extremely aroused, seeing all those sexy girls on our big-screen TV. It was especially exciting to know that 8-year-old Molly and 7-year-old Chelsea were watching the titillating display along with us. I squeezed my thighs together, making my pussy tingle. I could tell that I was getting very wet.

After about twenty minutes, as the third or fourth girl was doing her thing, I noticed Mommy slowly slide her hand up inside Molly’s shirt. She started playing with her nipples. Dana saw what she was doing. She followed the example, playing with her own daughter’s nipples under her little t-shirt.

In another ten minutes or so, the video ended. The screen went dark. My mother asked, “Did you like that?”

“Yeah, it was totally hot!” Kate answered immediately.

“Very, very nice,” agreed Dana. Then she asked Chelsea, “What did you think, honey?”

“They were really pretty,” said the child.

“Good,” Mommy smiled. “I thought that might put us in the mood for a game I want to play, sort of a party game.”

She got up, sliding Molly off her lap, and went over to a cabinet next to the TV. Opening the door, she removed three large plastic bowls from within the cabinet and placed them on the coffee table in front of us. The bowls were labeled MY, WITH, and HER. Inside each bowl were folded slips of paper. I frowned, trying to figure out what sort of game this could be. But whatever it was, I was pretty sure it would be sexy!

“Okay, now, to play this game, the first thing we have to do,” my mother said, “is take off our clothes. We all have to get naked.”

“We do?” Kate asked, her eyes wide.

“Sure,” Mommy nodded. “Come on, everyone up and take off your clothes!”

She began by pulling her knit top over her head. Underneath she was wearing a lacy red bra that pushed up her beautiful breasts. My mouth started to water as I looked at her. I slowly stood and started to unbutton my blouse.

“Ooh, goodie, this’ll be fun,” laughed Dana.

She and Chelsea got up, both giggling as they began to undress. Kate stood up too, shaking her head but grinning as she unzipped her jeans and pushed them down.

In a minute, we were all naked, four young girls and two grown women. One of the women, of course, looked just like a girl. Dana was smaller in size than either me or Kate. With her tiny boobs and her shaved pussy, she could almost pass for a pre-teen, like us. My mother licked her lips as she stared at Dana, seeing her nude for the first time.

“So, here’s how it works,” Mommy told us. “When it’s your turn, you take a piece of paper out of this bowl labeled ‘MY’.” She took a slip from the bowl and opened it.

“You read out loud what it says.” She looked at the paper, and read, “Nose.” She giggled, “Okay, that means my nose.” Then she reached into the bowl labeled WITH and took out another slip. She opened it and read, “Julie.”

Instantly I blushed. I had no idea yet what the game was, and I was actually quite excited to play it, whatever it turned out to be, but I blushed at having my name chosen first.

My mother reached into the third bowl, the one labeled HER. She opened a slip of paper and read, “Foot.” That made her laugh out loud.

“Okay, so it’s my nose, on Julie’s foot,” she continued. “See? Whatever body part you get — it could be hand, or nose, or mouth, or something else — but whatever it is, you have to rub that part of your body on her body, on the person whose name you chose. And then it’s her turn after that. Get it?”

We all nodded, giggling. It seemed simple enough, but of course the interesting thing to consider was what other body parts might be written on those slips of paper, and what sort of combinations we might end up with.

Anyway, my mom got down on her hands and knees, naked, and vigorously rubbed her nose on my foot. Everyone laughed hysterically.

Then it was my turn. The three slips of paper I got said ‘Hand’, meaning my hand, plus ‘Dana’, and ‘Bottom’. I had to rub my hand on Dana’s bottom! I would do that gladly!

The pretty blonde mom giggled as she turned around, facing away from me, sticking out her rear end. She peeked over her shoulder, flashing me that 500-watt smile. I put my hand on her small, perfect bottom, squeezing it, rubbing it, almost but not quite letting my fingers slip down inside the crack. That would come later, I hoped.

Dana chose next. She got ‘Nose’, ‘Kate’, and ‘Nipple’!

Wow! What a great game this was! We all watched, laughing, having fun, but also getting turned on as Dana nuzzled Kate’s breasts, rubbing her nose all over my sister’s erect nipples.

After that it was Katie’s turn. Her first slip of paper said ‘Mouth’, the second said ‘Julie‘ — hurray! — and the third also said ‘Mouth’. Her mouth on my mouth. Nice!

We stood naked, giggling as we looked into each other’s eyes. Then we brought our mouths together. We kissed wetly, using our tongues.

“Wow,” I heard Dana sigh. She hadn’t seen us kiss that way before.

I was next. Out of the three bowls, I got ‘Bottom’, ‘Molly’, and ‘Bottom’. Everyone laughed as my baby sister and I turned around, putting our butts together, rubbing them back and forth.

“When is it my turn?” Chelsea asked, hopping excitedly up and down.

“When someone picks your name out of the bowl, honey. Don’t worry, it’ll be soon,” her mother assured her.

“Okay.”

Little blonde Molly reached a hand into the first bowl, the one labeled MY. She selected a slip of paper and opened it. Her eyes went wide, and then she shouted, “Pussy!” The second paper she chose said ‘Suzanne’, and the third said ‘Nose’.

Molly frowned, looking confused. “What does it mean, Mommy?”

“It means you rub your pussy on my nose,” our mother answered. Then she got down on the floor, positioning her face in front of her youngest daughter’s crotch. She closed her eyes and waited.

“Oh, man,” breathed Kate. I took her hand. For all her customary boldness, sometimes these racy new adventures could intimidate my sister somewhat. I gave her a kiss on the cheek and squeezed her hand.

Taking a step forward, Molly brought her vulva right up to Mommy’s nose. And what she did next surprised me. Before rubbing her pussy on her mom’s face, she used the fingers of one hand to spread her lips apart and put the other hand behind Mommy’s head, pulling her in. It really was a sexual act we were watching!

Our mother kept her eyes closed and her mouth closed too, but moved her face all around, nuzzling inside Molly’s pussy lips. This went on for several seconds, both participants obviously enjoying it very much.

When Molly finally stepped away, Mommy opened her eyes, grinning widely. The end of her nose was wet with my little sister’s pussy juice.

It was Mommy’s turn next. She stood and took a slip of paper from the first bowl. “Nipple,” she announced, chuckling. After taking a piece of paper from the second bowl, she hesitated, then said, “Chelsea.” I glanced at the paper before she put it back and saw that it actually read ‘Kate’. It was nice of her, I thought, to make sure the little girl got a turn.

The third slip of paper said ‘Hand’. Mommy turned to the youngster. “Okay, cutie, I have to rub my nipple on your hand. Is that all right?”

“Sure!” Chelsea nodded, beaming. She held out her right hand.

My mother bent down, taking the child’s hand in hers. She placed it over her breast. Covering Chelsea’s small hand with both of her hands, Mommy squeezed, pinching her erect nipple between the girl’s fingers. “Mmm, that’s nice,” she sighed. “Do you want to do the other one too?”

“Yes, please,” Chelsea answered.

Mommy leaned in to give her a quick kiss on the lips, then moved the hand to her other breast, repeating the action of fondling and squeezing her hard nipple.

Now it was Chelsea’s turn. She got ‘Hand’, ‘Julie’, and ‘Pussy’. Oh my gosh!

I sat down on the sofa, spreading my legs apart. I looked at the little girl’s pretty face, smiling at her. She returned my smile, looked down at her hand, then at my exposed pussy, and giggled. But she didn’t make a move.

“Go on, honey,” Dana encouraged. “This is part of the game.”

“Okay.” Chelsea swallowed and knelt between my legs. I opened my pussy lips with my fingers. I wanted her to rub inside. She did. She put her fingers between my lips, where I was very wet and slippery. She rubbed up and down. I closed my eyes. God, it felt so nice. I wanted it to go on forever!

But after a few seconds more, Chelsea took her fingers away and stood up again. I opened my eyes just in time to see her take the fingers into her mouth, tasting my pussy juice.

The game went on for another half hour or so. Next I got ‘Mouth’, ‘Kate’, and ‘Hand’, which was amusing. Kate chose ‘Nose’, ‘Kate’, and ‘Foot’, which was hilarious because it meant she had to rub her nose on her own foot. Then she got ‘Mouth’, ‘Dana’, and ‘Bottom’. We really enjoyed watching that.

Dana chose next. She got ‘Nipple’, ‘Suzanne’, and ‘Pussy’! Wow!!

Four naked girls stood and watched as their moms got on the sofa, our mother leaning back and spreading her legs wide, Dana climbing on top of her, rubbing her long stiff nipples, each of them, up and down inside Mommy’s wet pussy. Mmm, that was so exciting to see.

Then it was Mommy’s turn. She got ‘Pussy’, ‘Chelsea’, and ‘Mouth’! I was watching closely as she chose, and this time that really was what the slips of paper said. She was so lucky!

Before going ahead, my mom asked Dana if it was all right.

“Sure, it’s fine with me,” the woman said. Then she turned to her daughter, “What do you think, honey? Is it all right if Miss Suzanne rubs her cootchie on your mouth, for the game?”

“Yeah, it’s okay,” Chelsea nodded, looking at my mother’s crotch. “I want her to.”

“All right, little girl, get down on your knees,” Mommy said.

Chelsea obeyed, and our mother moved up close to her. Taking the child’s head in her hands, she drew it in, pressing the girl’s mouth firmly against her pussy lips. Chelsea’s eyes were closed, and I think her mouth was closed too — although you couldn’t really tell, since her face was buried between our mother’s swollen labia. Mommy rocked her pelvis back and forth a few times, moaning in pleasure as she rubbed her cunt against the little girl’s mouth.

Finally she stepped back, sighing heavily, taking her own breasts into her hands and pinching the nipples. “Thank you, sweetie,” she said, her voice quavering a bit. “It’s your turn now.”

Chelsea got ‘Hand’, ‘Molly’, and ‘Nipple’, which was fun to see, and then Molly got ‘Foot’, ‘Kate’, and ‘Mouth’. We all had a good laugh about that, releasing some of the sexual tension that was building up. But right after that, Kate got ‘Mouth’, ‘Molly’, and ‘Pussy’! Things heated up again as we watched her kneel in front of Molly, giving her sister’s sweet pussy several deep wet kisses.

Molly chose ‘Hand’, ‘Dana’, and ‘Nipple’ — which was nice — and then Dana chose ‘Pussy’, ‘Julie’, and ‘Hand’ — which was even nicer! — and my turn was next. I selected ‘Mouth’, ‘Suzanne’, and ‘Mouth’, meaning I would get to kiss my mom. Yummy!

We stood together, putting our arms around each other. I looked up into her beautiful blue eyes. “I love you, Mommy,” I said.

“I love you, darling girl.” She pulled me to her, and we kissed, our lips apart, our tongues eagerly exploring. We kissed that way for maybe a minute, pressing our bodies together, orally sharing our love.

When at last we finished, Dana sighed, “Wow…”

I glanced over at her and saw that she was rubbing her pussy. Mommy smiled at me, giving me one more quick kiss on the lips before letting me go. Then she said, “Okay, it’s getting late. Almost time for these little girls to get to bed.”

“Oh, Mommy, do we have to?” Molly complained.

“Yes, but first we’ll play one more turn of the game. And remember, it’s a sleepover tonight, with all four of you girls sharing one bed. Won’t that be fun?”

Earlier, my mother and I had decided that the slumber party would take place in my room, since I had a double bed that could fit all of us. A tight fit, perhaps, but that would be part of the fun.

“And since I chose first,” she continued, “I will choose last. But we’ll all play this time, for the last turn. Okay?”

Without waiting for us to answer, she dug her hand into the bowls, pulling out several slips of paper. She pretended to look at them, and then announced, “I have ‘Chelsea’, ‘Pussy’, ‘Dana’, I have ‘Kate’, ‘Pussy’, ‘Julie’, and I have ‘Molly’, ‘Pussy’, ‘Suzanne’. We’ll do all three of these turns at once. So, Dana and Julie, you sit down here with me.”

She sat on the sofa, pulling us down next to her, one on each side. “Kate, you get on Julie, pussy to pussy, and little Chelsea, hon, you get on your mommy. Rub your pussy on hers. Molly, baby, you come here and get on top of me. Rub your hot little pussy on mine. That’s how we’ll finish the game.”

We all did as we were told, and oh, how very nice it was! Kate climbed on me, twining her legs between mine, scissors style. She put her arms around me and we kissed as she rubbed her pussy against mine. Her tongue was in my mouth, her lips caressing mine, her juicy pussy sliding up and down over my wet pussy.

My sister Molly was on top of Mommy, her tender white body enfolded in our mother’s arms. With their pussies meeting up, that put Molly’s head at about the level of Mommy’s tits. So, naturally enough, Molly took a nipple into her mouth and began sucking.

I didn’t actually see all this, because I was too busy at the time being kissed and fucked by Kate, but Mommy told me that on the other side of them, Chelsea watched what Molly did, and then decided to follow her lead. She put her little pussy over her mom’s and her mouth over Dana’s nipple. She sucked and they fucked.

None of us reached orgasm that way, at least not just then. We held each other tightly, the little girl’s sucking their mom’s nipples, Katie and I kissing, all of us moaning and groaning excitedly, naked bodies sliding together in incestuous lesbian passion… but the angles weren’t quite right, or something. After a long while, I heard Mommy whisper, “Mmm, okay, time for bed now, everyone.”

Reluctantly, I broke off the kiss with my sexy sister. I wasn’t really upset, though, because I knew there would be much more to ‘come’ (ha-ha) that night in my bed.

And there was.

We walked upstairs, still naked, carrying our clothes. Mommy and Dana came into my room with us, giving all four girls nice, loving, wet kisses, and then they said goodnight and proceeded down the hall to our mother’s bedroom, where they would have their own sensual slumber party.

I made sure that Chelsea and Molly brushed their teeth (Kate didn’t need to be told), we each used the toilet, and then we got in bed. The younger girls were in the middle, with Kate and I on either side. I switched off the bedside lamp. It was dark inside the room. We cuddled together, the little girls giggling.

“Do you guys wanna kiss and stuff?” I asked. “Or would you rather just go to sleep now?”

That made them laugh. Of course they didn’t want to go to sleep!

So, I started touching them, my hands sliding over their soft, warm skin in the dark… feeling their flat chests, the raised bumps of their nipples, their silky thighs… and between those thighs, their smooth, puffy labia, completely hairless, with a tempting cleft that just drew my fingers in.

I met my sister Kate’s fingers there, too. She was enjoying the feel of their young bodies as much as I was. Together we caressed and fondled the two little girls between us. Our hands went everywhere. Our mouths kissed their lips, their necks, their chests, their tiny nipples. In my bed, in the dark, we pushed back the covers and sprawled on each other, four young girls in a pile of lesbian lust.

There was no way I could keep track of all that happened after that, keep it all straight. You know how I am, how I try so hard to remember things and take good notes — but this was almost like being in a dream, a fever dream of impressions, sensations, overlapping images, with a mouth here, a leg there, a nipple, a hairless pussy, fingers going in, lips kissing, a sigh, a moan, a deep groan, something wet touching my face…

Is that a finger? A nipple? A pair of youthful pussy lips? It doesn’t matter. I open my mouth and take it in. I suck whatever it is, suck and kiss and lick. I let my fingers roam and explore, entering into holes, whatever holes they can find. I don’t know who or what I am touching, whose little holes I am exploring, whose mouths are sucking my nipples, kissing my pussy, licking my clit, whose legs those are around my head, whose tongue is inside my cunt, who it is probing my ass, biting my nipple, making me come!

And I did come. I came again and again. They did too, and although I can’t say for certain who came how many times, I’m pretty sure that all four of us had orgasms, probably several of them.

It was a night I will always remember, an orgy of underage lesbian sex, with four girls from 7 to 12 years old giving and receiving the most intense pleasure that it is possible to experience. At last, after countless climaxes, our naked bodies drenched in sweat, saliva, and sexual secretions, we mutually and silently agreed that it was enough, that we were sated, spent, complete. I feel asleep with a girl on my left, a girl on my right, and another girl somewhere too, all of us close, hugging, breathing softly, dreaming of warm feminine skin, of kisses, and caresses…

* * *

The alarm on my clock radio went off, waking me. Groggily, I raised my head, looking at the illuminated numbers. It was 7:15. I sat up, shutting off the alarm. Stretching, I looked at the other three girls. They were all still sleeping soundly.

I listened for a moment. The house was silent. No one else was up.

Good, that was what I wanted. I had a plan for that morning, something I had been looking forward to for several weeks. It was Sunday, May 9, 2010.

It was Mother’s Day!

I got out of bed and went around to the other side, where Kate was softly snoring. I shook her awake. “Katie…”

“Mmff… what…?” she groaned.

“Come on, it’s time to get up,” I whispered. “We have to do the surprise.”

“What time is it?”

“It’s 7:15, like we planned.”

“That’s too early,” she yawned. “Wake me later.”

She tried to turn over, to get away from me, but I wouldn’t let her. “No, come on,” I giggled, “you have to get up and help me.”

I started tickling my sister, on each side of her tummy. That always works. Soon she was laughing almost uncontrollably. “Shh, don’t wake the little ones,” I said.

Kate got up and we went downstairs. We were both naked. We got to work.

* * *

A little less than an hour later, everything was ready. It was still quiet upstairs, I was relieved to hear.

The next step was to wake Molly and Chelsea. I waited in the hall outside my mother’s room, listening to make sure they weren’t up yet, while Kate went in and awakened the little girls. I inhaled the rich aroma of freshly brewed coffee and the enticing scent of cinnamon rolls baking in the oven, almost done.

Kate came out of my room, the younger ones right behind her. All three were naked. Kate was holding the sign we’d made. She brought it over and we taped it to the wall, where Mommy couldn’t help but see it when she opened her bedroom door.

In bold, brightly colored letters, the profusely decorated sign read:

At first glance, you might have thought the sign said ‘eat with us’, but of course it didn’t.

After making sure the sign was just where we wanted it, we tiptoed to the end of the hall and down the stairs, all four of us stifling giggles. We went into the dining room, where Kate started getting the young ones arranged while I went to the kitchen and took the cinnamon rolls out of the oven. I poured two cups of coffee, placing the mugs on the table. Checking to make sure everyone was in place, I went back to the foot of the stairs.

“Mommy!” I called, banging on a pan with a wooden spoon. “Mommy! Dana! Time to get up!”

“Mommy! Get up!” The other three girls shouted from the dining room. We yelled and I banged the pan until I heard the door open upstairs.

“All right, already!” I heard my mother call.

Laughing, I ran back to the dining room. I knew it would take them a minute to read the sign, perhaps use the bathroom or put on robes, and then come down and see what was going on. That should give us plenty of time, but I wanted to make sure the surprise was completely ready.

It was.

Half a minute later, we heard them coming down the stairs. They were laughing together, commenting on our sign.

“We’re in here!” Molly called. Chelsea joined the chorus. “We’re in here!!”

Arm in arm, the two women came through the passage from the family room into the dining room. Then they stopped and stared, jaws dropping, mouths gaping, eyes wide at what they beheld.

“Happy Mother’s Day!” we cried in unison.

And you can just imagine what they saw!!!

Continue on to Chapter 85

The Joy of Looking, Chapter 83

  • Posted on May 16, 2015 at 6:47 am

By Naughty Mommy

As we were eating breakfast that morning at Pancake Palace, Molly asked, “Can I have Chelsea for a sleepover?”

I’m sure that all of us, Molly included, were thinking that those two little girls definitely would be doing something more than just sleeping during a sleepover. And I’m equally sure that all of us would have been be very happy if that’s what happened.

In any case, our mother replied, “Sure, why not? When do you want to have her over?”

“Tonight.”

“You can’t have her tonight,” Mommy laughed. “It’s a school night. How about next weekend, maybe Friday night?”

“No, not Friday,” Molly said. “That’s Emily’s birthday party.”

“Oh, you’re right, I forgot about that. Well, then, Saturday?” Mommy suggested.

“Okay!” Molly jumped up and gave our mom a nice syrupy kiss on the lips, thanking her.

So, now we could look forward to having cute little Chelsea come for a sleepover on Saturday night. And what was even better, when Mommy called them later that day to offer the invitation, she asked not only Chelsea to come, but Dana too! We would have both of them sleeping over!

Our mother was still pretty strict about what we could do on school nights. She would usually let Kate and me masturbate in bed with her, at least a couple times a week, but that was all, no heavy sex on weeknights, and no porno movies either. We had to be in bed with lights out by 10:00. Molly’s bedtime was 9:00, so she couldn’t play with us much either. But that just heightened the anticipation of our weekend fun.

When Friday arrived, Mommy came home from work a little early so she could drive Molly over to Emily’s house at 5:00 for the birthday party. Then she took Kate and me out to dinner, nothing very fancy, just sushi. Kate didn’t like it that much, but I loved it. And then at 7:00, Mommy dropped me off at the Frederiksen’s. She said she and Kate were planning to go shopping at the mall for a little while before picking Molly up at 8:30, after the party was over.

“Do you think you’ll stop in at Victoria’s Secret?” I asked.

“We might,” Mommy answered with a wink. Katie grinned.

“Well, if you do, say hi to Melissa and, um, Tracy for me if you see them, okay?”

“Of course we will. And we’ll give them a nice wet kiss for you too, honey,” Mommy teased.

“All right, good,” I laughed.

Dana met me at the door. We waved to my mom and my sister, and then went inside as they drove away. Chelsea came running out from her room — and it was so adorable, mother and daughter were in identical outfits again!

They were both wearing matching shorts and tops in a brightly flowered pattern, along with flat white sandals. They had their blonde hair pulled back in ponytails. They really did look like they could be sisters.

It occurred to me then that Dana wasn’t dressed the way she usually would be when she went out on a Friday night, and it turned out there was a reason for that.

“Know what I decided?” Dana asked as I hugged and kissed her daughter.

“No, what?”

“I decided I could have more fun staying home tonight and playing with you guys than going out. Don’t worry, I’ll still pay you for babysitting, but I’m just gonna stay here, okay?”

“Sure,” I said, putting the little girl down, “but you don’t have to pay me. I know money’s tight for you. And I love being here anyway, playing with Chelsea.”

I glanced over at Dana. “And, um, playing with you too,” I added, blushing.

“Oh, that’s so sweet.” She kissed my cheek. “Well, we’ll see about paying.”

“C’mon, Miss Julie, I wanna show you something.” Chelsea tugged my hand, pulling me toward her bedroom. Dana followed us.

In Chelsea’s room, I discovered that she now had a small Lego set. We got down on the floor together and played with it for a while, Dana joining us, lying on her tummy and acting just like a little kid.

After the Legos, we played with her dolls, but in another half-hour or so, Chelsea seemed to be getting bored. That’s when Dana suggested, “You guys wanna play house?”

“Okay,” Chelsea grinned, popping up onto her knees. “Are you gonna be the mommy?”

“No, I think Miss Julie should be the mom. You and me will be her little girls. And she’ll be getting us ready for bed, okay?”

“That’s funny,” Chelsea giggled. “She’s the mommy and you’re not.”

“Yeah, ‘cuz I’m your sister,” Dana smiled, kissing her daughter and nuzzling her nose.

They looked so cute, sitting together on the floor in their matching outfits. I felt a warm stirring between my legs as I imagined the kind of fun we could have playing a game where I was the mom and they were my little girls.

Dana turned to me. “Um, Julie, I was thinking… I don’t know if you’d want to or not, but, I mean, maybe instead of going home later, you could stay over, you know, and sleep here tonight. You want to?”

She looked at me plaintively, her eyebrows raised. The woman was smaller than I was, physically, and with the way she was dressed that night, she seemed even more like a pre-teen girl than ever. It was weird how sometimes I felt like I was older than her in a way, even though I was only 12.

Anyhow, I shrugged and smiled. “Okay, sure, that sounds good. But, um, I should call my mom and tell her.” I stood up.

“Great!” Dana flashed me that dazzling smile, almost buckling my knees.

“So, uh, I’ll be right back,” I told them. I hurried down the hall to the small living room, picked up the phone and punched in my mom’s mobile number. After three rings, she answered.

“Hello?”

“Mommy? Hi, are you guys having fun?”

“Hey, honey. Yes, we are. What’s up?”

“Well, I just wanted you to know that, uh, Dana and Chelsea asked me to spend the night here, with them. And I said I would. Is that all right?”

“Of course it is, sweetie. It sounds like fun. Think you might get to fool around with them?”

I grinned. “Yeah, I think I might. I sure hope so.”

“Good. I hope so too,” Mommy said. “All right, honey. Well, call me in the morning and let me know what your plans are for the day, okay?”

“Okay. Thanks, Mom. I love you.”

“I love you too, sweetie. Goodnight.”

“G’night, Mommy.”

And then I went back to Chelsea’s room. She and her mother had just finished putting away the dolls and things and were ready to play the game.

I stood in the doorway, smiling at them. I was wearing a plaid miniskirt that night along with a white short-sleeved blouse and no bra. I’d left my flat shoes in the living room. Chelsea and Dana grinned at me. They’d both removed their sandals earlier and were barefoot too.

I took a deep breath. “Okay, little girls,” I said. “It’s time for you to go to bed.”

“Oh, Mommy, can’t we stay up and play some more?” Dana whined. That made Chelsea laugh.

I shook my head. “No, honey, you can’t. It’s already late, past your bedtime. Now, come on, you two,” I clapped my hands, “let’s go to my room. You can sleep in my bed tonight, okay?”

“Goodie!” Dana hopped to her feet, bouncing happily up and down just like a child. Chelsea stood beside her, giggling.

I walked along the short hall to Dana’s bedroom, my ‘daughters’ trailing me.

“All right,” I said, sitting them side by side on the double bed, “let me get your clothes off now.”

I began with Dana. The flowered top she was wearing had two buttons behind the neck. I opened them and pulled the little top over her head. She wasn’t wearing a bra. I stared at the woman’s tiny boobs, at her stiff nipples. She was so sexy.

Dana looked at me expectantly. It was clear that I had permission to do almost anything I wanted with them that night. They were in my hands, figuratively — and soon they would be literally!

“Stand up now, sweetie,” I said to her, “so I can take off your shorts.”

“Okay, Mommy,” she replied. Chelsea giggled again.

The shorts had a simple elastic waistband. I tugged them down her slender legs and the woman stepped out of them. All she had on now was a pair of baby blue bikini undies.

I was in front of her, kneeling on the carpet. Dana stood with her feet apart, her toes pointing out, like a little girl. I looked at her crotch. The panties fit tightly, hugging and outlining her pussy lips. There was a noticeable dark spot right in the center. She was wet.

Hooking my fingers into the waistband of the panties, I slowly pulled them down, and she stepped out of them. Her pussy was shaved completely smooth. I looked at her a moment longer, licking my lips. Then I turned to Chelsea.

“Okay, baby,” I said. “Your turn now. Stand up.”

She hopped off the bed and stood next to her mother. I quickly unbuttoned the top and pulled it off, then removed her shorts and her cute Hello Kitty undies. She was naked. I took their hands and led them both into Dana’s bathroom.

“Now you sit on the toilet and tinkle, and then I’ll wipe you, okay?” I told Chelsea. I was treating them like they were pre-schoolers.

The little girl giggled and did as I’d asked. She peed, and I wiped her. We flushed the toilet. She got up and Dana took her place. She spread her slim legs, releasing a stream of urine into the water. “I can wipe myself, Mommy,” she said, when she was done.

“No,” I told her, shaking my head, “you’re not big enough yet.” I got a wad of toilet paper and carefully wiped the woman clean, then flushed.

“All right, little girls, come and get in bed now.”

We returned to the bedroom. I pulled back the covers and they climbed in, sitting next to each other, leaning on pillows against the headboard, holding hands. They were both naked, and I was still dressed, of course. I would soon remedy that.

I began unbuttoning my blouse. When my breasts came into view, Dana said, “I like your boobies, Mommy.”

“Thank you, honey.” I cupped my breasts in my hands. They were still quite small, of course, just conical mounds with plump nipples. “When you girls grow up, you’ll get boobies too.”

Chelsea giggled again, looking at her mother’s breasts. But she didn’t say anything about that, playing along with the game.

After tossing my blouse away, I unzipped my plaid skirt, letting it fall to the floor. I was wearing black panties, lacy and partly sheer, my sexiest pair. Turning my back to my ‘daughters’, I stuck out my bottom and slowly pulled the panties down, showing them my butt.

“Ooh,” I heard Dana sigh. I bent over at the waist, drawing the undies down to my feet and stepping out of them. Then I turned back around, hands on my hips, displaying my naked body.

“You’re so pretty, Miss Julie,” said Chelsea. “Oh, um, I mean, Mommy.”

“Thank you, sweetie,” I grinned.

Then I got in bed with them. I took the middle spot, my arms around my two girls. I hugged them, looking back and forth at their lovely faces. They smiled at me.

“Do you remember when you were very little,” I began, “and I would take you in my bed at night, and before you went to sleep I would let you suck on my nipples, like a baby?”

Chelsea shook her head. “No…”

“I remember, Mommy,” Dana said softly. “I liked it when we did that.”

“Do you want to do it again tonight?” I asked. As I said that, I pulled in on their shoulders, turning them and bringing them closer to my breasts.

“You can suck on my nipples now,” I whispered. “Just like a baby. Both of you, at the same time.”

Dana took my breast in her hand. “Okay, Mommy.”

She smiled at her daughter, nodding, “You do it too, honey.” And then Dana took my nipple into her mouth.

Chelsea’s blue eyes were huge. I could tell that this was a game she had not played before. I knew she’d kissed her mother while Dana masturbated, but apparently she had never sucked her nipple, or at least not since she really was an infant.

The little girl looked at my tit. She licked her lips. She glanced over at her mom, watching for a moment as Dana sucked on my nipple. Then Chelsea parted her lips and closed her mouth over my breast. She began to suck.

I groaned in pleasure. It felt so wonderful, both of them licking and sucking my tits at the same time. God, it was hot! I squeezed my thighs together, stimulating my clit. I petted their heads, cooing to them.

“That’s right, that’s right, suck Mommy’s nipples. Make Mommy feel good.” I reached a hand between my legs, openly masturbating now in front of them. Dana’s eyes were closed, but Chelsea’s were open. She looked down at my fingers as I rubbed my clit.

Dana was really getting into it. She was curled up next to me, almost in a fetal position, one hand on my breast, sucking hungrily, making little ‘nom-nom’ sounds. Chelsea’s gaze went back and forth from her mother sucking my tit to my hand moving between my legs.

“Mommy’s getting very excited,” I whispered to Chelsea, rubbing my clit faster. I kissed the top of her head. “When you suck Mommy’s nipple that way, it feels so nice.”

I was already getting close. This was so arousing, a mother and her young daughter sucking my nipples at the same time while I played with myself. “Mmm, yeah, that’s it, that’s right, so nice. Don’t stop. Suck Mommy’s nipples. Make Mommy come.”

Dana opened her eyes, looking up at me. She smiled, holding my erect nipple between her teeth. Then she closed her lips again and sucked even harder. I started to come.

“Oh, god, oh god!” I cried. “Ah! AHH!!”

My thighs squeezed together around my hand. Dana and Chelsea sucked my tits. I fingered my clit, extending my orgasm, gasping and sobbing in climactic pleasure.

Finally I was finished. I was able to relax my thighs, releasing my hand. I raised it to my mouth, tasting myself. “Oh my god, that was nice,” I sighed. “Thank you, girls. Thank you so much, my sweet daughters.”

They both grinned up at me. Dana gave me a kiss on the lips. “I love you, Mommy,” she said. Chelsea giggled.

“You know what I want to see now?” I asked them. They shook their heads.

“I want to see my pretty girls kiss each other. Can you do that for Mommy?”

Dana looked at her daughter, nodding cheerfully. “Okay!”

Naked little Chelsea climbed over me, settling between us. She and her mom wrapped their arms around each other and immediately began kissing.

I can’t tell you how exciting that was to see. A beautiful, sexy young woman holding her 7-year-old daughter, pulling her close, their mouths pressed together, kissing wetly. Even though I had just had a climax, I started rubbing myself again as I watched them.

Then I had another idea, a very naughty one.

Moving right up behind Chelsea, I rested my hand on her shoulder. They didn’t stop kissing, and I enjoyed the alluring sight for another moment or two.

And then, without saying a word, I took Chelsea’s hand in mine, sliding it down between her mother’s legs, placing it over the woman’s vulva. I kept my hand on top of Chelsea’s, putting some pressure on her fingers, helping them slip in between Dana’s pussy lips. I could feel how hot and moist she was inside.

Dana broke the kiss. “Uh — wait,” she panted.

“It’s okay,” I said. “Little girls should touch each other like this. It’s nice when sisters make each other feel good.”

I held Chelsea’s hand in mine, moving it slowly up and down, sliding her little fingers through the slippery folds of her mother’s wet pussy. She was watching closely as I guided her.

“That’s right, little baby,” I whispered. “Rub your sister. She likes it. She likes it a lot.”

And it was obvious that Dana did like it. In spite of her protests, she was leaning back now with her eyes closed, smiling as she savored the erotic sensations.

I drew Chelsea’s fingers up, letting her feel her mother’s erect clit. Dana moaned, her body responding as her little girl’s fingertips fondled her clitoris.

“Suck her nipple,” I whispered softly to Chelsea.

“Okay,” she whispered back, lowering her mouth over her mom’s hard nipple and beginning to suck.

We played with Dana’s clit for another few moments, and then I gently slid Chelsea’s hand down again until we found the opening to her mother’s womb.

When she felt our fingers there, Dana started to say, “Wait —” but then she took a deep breath, shuddered as she let it out and said, “No, go ahead. I want you to.”

I glanced up at her. Her eyes were still closed. Her face was flushed, gleaming with perspiration. She licked her lips. “Go ahead,” she nodded, as though she knew I was watching her.

Holding Chelsea’s hand firmly in mine, I took her two middle fingers and eased them inside the woman’s vagina. I pushed them in as far as they would go. The child’s hand was very small, of course, so the fingers wouldn’t go in very deeply, but it was enough to give Dana a strong reaction.

She gasped, “Oh god yes!” I thought she might start to come right then, but she didn’t. It appeared, though, that she was definitely getting close, breathing fast and trembling all over.

Chelsea continued to suck her mom’s nipple. I held her little hand in mine and moved her fingers in and out, fucking Dana’s cunt.

“Yes! Yes!” the woman urged. Her slim thighs were thrown wide apart. She was panting and groaning, her eyes shut tightly. “Yes! Harder now! Harder!”

And a moment later she was climaxing. She squealed. I pushed her daughter’s fingers up inside her as far as I could, holding them there.

Chelsea lifted her head from her mother’s breast, looking at her face as she came. We both watched her, seeing Dana’s slender body shudder and shake, her pretty features contorted into a grimace as orgasmic passion surged through her.

At last, with one long heavy sigh, she was finished. She went limp. I gently drew the child’s fingers from her mother’s cunt. Still holding her hand in mine, I raised it to the little girl’s face.

“Taste her,” I whispered. “See how nice she tastes.”

“Okay,” Chelsea replied, tentatively licking her two middle fingers, looking at them for a moment, sniffing at the glistening fluids… and then eagerly sucking the fingers into her mouth.

There was more that night, although we never did go ‘all the way’. I had a plan for that. I wanted it to be when we were all together, my mother and my sisters and me, I mean, along with Chelsea and Dana.

But the three of us hugged and kissed and cuddled and played with each other’s naked bodies for another hour or so, until it was clear that Chelsea was starting to get sleepy. By then, it really was well past her bedtime. So, we turned out the light and nestled snugly together, the darling little girl between me and her mom.

I slept very happily.

Continue on to Chapter 84

The Joy of Looking, Chapter 82

  • Posted on May 16, 2015 at 6:43 am

By Naughty Mommy

There was another interlude, a brief period of rest, with soft breathing and a few gentle caresses. It was getting late, but there was one more thing I wanted to see that night, something I just had to see.

Molly and I were lying side by side. Next to Molly was Mommy, and on the other side of Mommy was Kate. We were all naked, and all lying crosswise on Mommy’s king-size bed.

I sat up, looking at the scene.

My mother was then 32 years old, and still a beautiful woman, 5’8” tall, about 130 pounds, with lovely round breasts, a trim waist, and long gorgeous legs. Kate was 10 years old, almost 11. She was as tall as I was, about 5’2”, but her body was thin and lean and strong compared to mine, which was softer and a bit more womanly. Molly, of course, was still just a little girl, only 8 years old, with a completely flat chest and no pubic hair at all. Kate and I each had started growing a small amount of pussy hair, although I had been shaving mine for a few weeks by then. She and I had the beginning of boobs too, but mine were cone-shaped with puffy pink nipples, while Kate’s boobs had a more rounded shape and her nipples were small and dark like little buttons.

So there I was, a 12-year-old girl on her mother’s bed, naked with her mom and her sisters. We had just finished having sex with each other. Well, not quite finished, because I still wanted more.

“Okay, Molly,” I said, “so, you licked Katie’s pussy, and then you licked my pussy. And you did really good. Did you like doing that?”

“Yeah, I did,” she nodded, pushing herself up onto her elbows, sporting a happy grin.

“All right, but that means there’s one more pussy you haven’t tasted yet.”

Her eyes immediately went to our mother’s crotch.

Mommy was lying with her hands behind her head, her feet crossed at the ankles. She was looking at me as I spoke. When I suggested that Molly should lick her next, Mommy uncrossed her legs and spread them apart. She didn’t say anything, but she didn’t have to. The invitation was clear.

We all shifted around on the bed. After Kate got a couple of pillows to put behind Mommy’s head so she would easily be able to see what was happening, she went down to join Molly between our mother’s legs. This time she would be the one giving advice to our little sister on performing oral sex. I was sitting next my mom, holding her hand.

As Molly leaned in to give Mommy’s pussy a soft kiss, the first time her little mouth had ever touched her mother’s sex, I took a deep breath and slowly let it out. My heart was pounding. This was so amazing! It felt like what we had been working toward all along, for nearly two years now, since I first saw my mom having sex with another girl.

It had taken a long time, but eventually my mother had sex with me, then with Kate, and now with Molly. All four of us were united in sapphic pleasure, at last. This night was the fulfillment of some of my hottest dreams and fantasies — to see my little baby sister licking my mom’s pussy. It was almost as exciting as the first time my mother ever licked me.

Mommy squeezed my hand as we watched Molly kissing her vulva. Then Kate helped Molly slowly spread Mommy’s pussy lips apart. Molly’s eyes went wide as she gazed inside her mother’s cunt. I saw her take a sharp breath. She licked her lips. Then she extended her tongue, put her mouth over Mommy’s clit, and began licking her.

“Oh my god,” my mom shuddered, closing her eyes, her grip on my hand even tighter. I bent down to give her a kiss.

She kissed me, and it was so tender and warm and wonderful. I thought she might get kind of wild and carried away then, like she did sometimes, but this was almost the opposite. It was as if Molly’s mouth on her pussy was soothing to my mom, comforting in a way. Her kiss was passionate and certainly full of desire, but also languid and soft. Her tongue played with mine in a slow, smooth rhythm, like the touch of a relaxing massage. I had my hand on her breast, and she covered my hand with hers, lightly squeezing.

Molly licked our mother’s pussy and I kissed my mom. This seemed to go on for a very long time. I don’t know long it really was, and it doesn’t matter, of course. I was completely content in what we were doing at that moment. I loved my mother with all my being, and I couldn’t think of anything more delicious than to be kissing her while my little sister, her youngest daughter, licked and sucked her clit.

When our long, gentle kiss finally came to an end, I lifted my face and saw that Kate had moved on the bed. She had her face between Molly’s legs now. She was licking her. Kate was lying with her feet toward me. I put my hand on her leg, stroking her smooth calf, the back of her knee, her slender thigh. She spread her legs for me, exposing her crotch. I could see how juicy she was. I sat up and reached out, touching her, slipping my fingers between her pussy lips, feeling her warm slippery wetness inside.

“I want to lick you,” Mommy said, “I want to lick you.”

She was tugging at my leg, trying to get me to turn and open myself to her. She wanted to lick my pussy. I was very happy to let her do that.

I shifted onto my side, laying one leg over my mother’s face, putting my sex right over her mouth. I pulled Katie closer to me at the same time, so that as I reclined I could lick her too.

And then we had achieved it, a beautiful incestuous daisy chain — I was eating Kate’s pussy, she was eating Molly’s, Molly was licking our mother, and Mommy was licking me!

It was divine, the ultimate.

My senses were filled with alluring sights and sounds and smells and tastes and the wonderful feel of soft feminine skin on soft feminine skin. In front of me was my sister’s cunt, so tempting and desirable. Around me, I could hear aroused moans and wet slurping sounds. The air in the bedroom was warm and comforting, suffused with the humid musky scent of pussy juice.

None of us was in a hurry. It was as though we were enjoying a perfect meal, and we wanted it to last. We took our time, licking and tasting and gently fingering, feeling the same exquisite pleasure between our legs that we had the great pleasure of giving.

We couldn’t wait forever, though. Our mother was the first to reach climax. I heard her starting to pant and groan. She whispered, “Molly, Molly, oh god, I’m — AAHH!!”

As Mommy came, she pressed her finger deep inside my cunt, deeper than it had ever been before. She found my g-spot, and at the same time her thumb was rubbing my clit, and of course I was hearing her climax in Molly’s mouth, and all of that together made me come.

I wanted to keep licking Kate, but I couldn’t. I gasped and shut my eyes and felt a series of tremendous spasms in my center, an explosion of liquid heat. “God!!” I cried.

Once I was back in control of myself, I quickly went to work on Kate’s pussy. Any sense of timelessness was long gone. I felt a fierce urgency now. I couldn’t wait to give my sister an orgasm, just as good if not better than mine!

I put my mouth over her clit and sucked. I shoved my finger up inside her, pressing it in as far as it would go. I pulled it out and plunged it in again, fucking her hard and fast. I sucked at her clit, licking it with the tip of my tongue, nibbling at it with my lips. I fucked her even faster, hearing my hand slap against her vulva.

With all the effort I was giving, it didn’t take Kate long at all. Soon she was squirming under me, gasping and squealing, “Julieeeeee!!” I felt the walls of her little vagina clamp down around my finger, felt the warm flow of her pussy juice dribbling into my hand.

I continued sucking her clit, kept fucking her with my finger, wanting to make her come and come, forever and ever. I loved my sister so much, and I loved giving her sexual pleasure. I still do!

But eventually she’d had enough. She put a hand down between her legs, covering herself, stopping me. She was trembling all over, jerking from time to time with a leftover spasm. I got up on my elbows and tried to smile at Kate. But she wasn’t looking at me. Her eyes were tightly closed. She was breathing hard, still completely overcome with the power of her climax.

I scooted up next to Kate, between Molly’s legs. It was her turn now. Mommy had come, I had come, and Katie had, but Molly hadn’t yet.

My baby sister looked down at me, grinning, curly blonde hair framing her face.

“I’m going to eat you, Molly. I’m going to eat your little pussy and make you come in my mouth.”

“Okay,” she nodded. She was just so adorable, so innocent and willing and agreeable. So cute!

I parted her puffy labia with my fingers, looking inside her, seeing how wet she was — both from Kate’s licking and from her own secretions — and as I lowered my mouth to begin sucking her clit, I thought about my sister Molly.

I tasted Molly’s pussy, and I thought about her, how much of a little girl she was, how much she loved playing with dolls, going on horseback rides, giggling with her friends. She was still a child, a little girl, but like other little girls I knew, she not only liked girly things, she also liked sex. Lesbian sex.

I sucked my baby sister’s clit, loving how she tasted, and I also let my fingers tease around the opening to her immature vagina, pressing just a little way inside, probing, finding her hymen and pushing against it, but not going all the way in. If anyone was going to take her virginity, I reasoned, our mother should be the one to do that.

Looking up at her face, I saw that her eyes were closed, her pink lips parted. She was breathing fast. And then I saw my mom, bending down to kiss her. Molly put her arms around Mommy’s neck, pulling her close. They kissed warmly and wetly as I continued licking and sucking her clit. Mommy had her hand on Molly’s chest, fingering her little nipples. God, it was so hot. We were really having sex, all of us together, going all the way. Finally!

It only took another few minutes, and then Molly was coming in my mouth. It was her third orgasm of the night, the third orgasm of her young life. Oh, I was in heaven. The total fulfillment of all I had ever wanted. I crawled up on top of Molly, lying on her, kissing her. Kate joined us. We kissed each other, we kissed our mom, and she kissed us. We were, and are, a happy loving lesbian family.

After that, we turned out the light. It was very late and we were all worn out. We snuggled up together, Molly on one side of our mother and me on the other side, each of us holding one of her breasts. Kate was next to me, her arms around me, spooning.

I was very glad that Mommy let us stay in her bed with her. I always loved sleeping with her that way, especially after a nice long session of hot sex.

I thought I would fall asleep right away that night, but I didn’t. I soon heard Kate’s soft snores behind me, and I when I raised my head I could see in the dim light that Molly was already in slumberland too.

“Hey, snookums,” my mother whispered. She was smiling at me.

“Hi,” I whispered back. I brought my lips to hers and we gently kissed.

She spoke very softly. “Thank you for doing that with Molly tonight. For finally making it happen. I’m so happy.” She kissed me a second time.

“I’m happy too, Mommy, very happy.” I kissed her again, and this kiss lasted a little longer. My mouth lingered on hers. I felt her tongue lightly caressing my lips, and then her hand reaching between my legs. I raised my knee a little, letting her find my pussy. She gently rubbed my clit. I sighed in pleasure.

“I love you, Julie,” she whispered. “I love you so much.”

“Mommy…” I breathed, kissing her, my hand sliding from her breast down across her belly until I reached her mound. She parted her legs, and I felt the moist warmth of her sex. I never tired of touching her.

We kissed. We whispered. We tenderly masturbated each other. We had orgasms, but they were quiet and private, almost imperceptible, a silent secret shared only between ourselves. We came together as we kissed. I was so thrilled, so very much in love. I felt tears in my eyes as I finished coming with her that way.

“Oh, Mommy,” I sighed. She brought her fingers to my lips, and I caressed her lips with my fingers. We kissed one more time, then finally drifted off to sleep.

* * *

When I awoke, there was a girl in my arms. It was my sister Molly. She was awake, gazing up at me as if she’d been waiting.

“G’morning,” she grinned.

“Hi, honey.” I leaned down and gave her a kiss. “Did you sleep well?”

“Yeah, I did,” she nodded.

And then, without saying another word, she lowered her face to my breast, taking my nipple into her mouth. She began sucking and instantly I was totally turned on. God, what that girl can do to me!

I put a hand between my legs and started masturbating. I realized then that Mommy wasn’t in bed with us. I could see that the light was on in her bathroom, so she must have been in there. Kate was on the other side of me, turned away, apparently still sleeping.

Molly sucked my nipple and I rubbed my clit. Soon my mother came back in from the bathroom. She was naked. She smiled when she saw what we were doing, and sat on the bed beside us, watching. She took her breasts in her hands, playing with the nipples.

I was already getting close. Molly’s mouth on my breast was so arousing, it was almost like she was sucking on my clit. It drove me wild!

Mommy spread her legs and started rubbing her wet pussy. She loves to watch her daughters having sex with each other. I heard Kate stir beside me. She turned over toward us, sleepily blinking her eyes. It took her a moment to wake up and figure out what was going on, but then she grinned, propping herself up an elbow so she could see better.

I masturbated and my mother masturbated and Molly sucked my nipple — and before long I was coming.

“God, yeah!” I groaned, holding my baby sister’s head with one hand, pulling her against my breast as my thighs clamped down around my other hand. I shuddered in ecstasy, feeling warm juices seeping out between my fingers. I kept jiggling my hand, stimulating my clit, extending my orgasm. I love to come, and I love to make it last.

When I was finished, I brought my hand up to my mouth, tasting myself. I was going to kiss Molly and thank her for giving me so much pleasure, but before I had a chance to do that, Mommy had taken hold of her.

She turned Molly onto her back and got down between her legs. She began kissing Molly’s little vulva — loud, wet, smacking kisses, one after the other. Molly laughed at first, complaining that it tickled, but soon her laughter turned into sighs and moans as our mother’s warm lips caressed her pussy.

Mommy kissed her and licked her. She did this for a long time, not using her fingers at all, just her lips and tongue. Within a few minutes, Molly was writhing on the bed. It looked like she was having feelings that she had never had before, sexual arousal well beyond her youthful experience.

Then Mommy did use her fingers, gently spreading her daughter’s pussy lips. And as Kate and I watched, she slid her tongue inside Molly’s vagina, probing, reaching, teasing. Molly squealed and squirmed, clutching at the bedsheets. She wasn’t coming yet, but she was obviously right on the edge.

I was masturbating again, and Kate was too. But neither of us were really very close. We were both intent on watching this, the spectacular sight of a mom licking and sucking her 8-year-old daughter’s pussy.

Mommy had her hands underneath Molly, squeezing her little buttocks. Now she lifted her bottom off the bed, raising her mound, bringing her closer. Molly’s legs were wide apart, her sex completely open. Our mother let out a strange sound then, something like a growl — and then suddenly fastened her mouth over Molly’s vulva.

She was eating her, almost literally, her lips and tongue hungrily devouring the child’s pink pussy. I was astonished. I don’t think Mommy had ever eaten me quite that way, so aggressively. Molly sure didn’t seem to mind, though. She was loving it. She actually started laughing, or maybe half-laughing and half-gasping, caught between giddy delight and crazed arousal. That in-between state lasted only a few seconds, however, and then she was climaxing.

Kate and I watched in awe as our mother sucked on Molly’s pussy, drinking her juices, eating her all up as she came. As I said, we were both still touching ourselves, except that was mostly just instinct. We couldn’t keep our hands away from our clits, but our focus was on what we were seeing.

Molly cried out, squealing incomprehensibly. Mommy wrapped her arms all the way around the girl’s waist, lifting her totally off the bed, supporting herself on her knees, holding her daughter upside-down in the air, her mouth covering the child’s pussy, devouring her as her climax continued.

Finally she let her go. She eased her gently down onto the bed. Molly’s face was flushed, her young body trembling. I looked at my mother. Her eyes were wild with lust. It was clear that she wasn’t finished yet. She got down on all fours, hovering over Molly.

“Are you okay, sugar?” our mother asked. Her voice and her words were soft, but I could tell there was a raging passion still seething inside her.

“Uh-huh, I’m fine,” Molly nodded. She was breathing hard. “It was nice.”

“Good.” Mommy gave her a kiss on the lips. “Now I want to do something else, all right? I want to rub my pussy on your pussy.”

“Okay.”

She mounted her. She spread Molly’s legs wide apart and carefully positioned her own vulva over the little girl’s. Because our mother was so much taller, when their pussies were aligned, it meant that her full breasts were hanging right over Molly’s face. And that seemed to suit both of them just fine. As Mommy began moving on top of the girl, Molly took a breast in her hands and brought the nipple to her mouth. She sucked like a baby and our mother fucked her.

I wanted to keep watching, but I wanted to do more. I grabbed Kate, roughly turning her onto her back. “I want to fuck you,” I said. “I need to fuck you like Mommy is fucking our sister.”

Kate didn’t reply. She just spread her legs wide apart and pulled me down on top of her. I gave her a quick, fevered kiss and began rapidly moving my pussy against hers.

I was frantic, a girl in heat. I had to come and I wanted to come on top of Katie. I wanted to come inside her, and I was hoping she might come too, at the same time. I wanted to fuck my sister while my mom fucked my other sister. I wanted us all to come together.

Kate’s hands were on my bottom. She was squeezing my ass cheeks, pulling me tightly against her. Glancing over at my mom, I saw that her eyes were closed. Her head was held up. She was licking her lips. It appeared that she was concentrating on all the sensations, feeling her daughter’s mouth on her breast and feeling their pussies melding together.

“Look at that,” I said to Kate. “God, it’s really happening. Mommy is fucking Molly.”

“Yeah,” panted Kate, “it’s hot. But I want you to fuck me now. Fuck me, Julie, and make me come.”

I smiled down at her. I loved her so much. I kissed her, and then I told her. “I love you, Katie.” I focused all my attention on her. I kissed her and I moved my pussy around until I found the exact right spot where our clits were meeting. I moved against her, not as fast and frantically as I had before, but slowly, deliberately, and pretty soon we were both getting close.

It turned out that Mommy and Molly were both getting close at the same time too. What I’d wanted to happen was really coming true! I could hear them climaxing, and I felt Kate grabbing at me, squealing as she started to come, and then my orgasm was upon me.

Oh, it was just so perfect, so wonderful, so luscious, so right…

 

I panted on top of Kate, each of us trying to regain our breath after our mutual climax, feeling sweaty and hot, ready for a nice shower. But then we heard something else.

“Just open your mouth, baby. That’s right. Put out your tongue, and I’ll do the rest.”

We looked up. Our mother was on top of Molly, straddling her face, holding her head in her hands.

“That’s my sweet girl,” she said. “I’m going to fuck your little mouth with my pussy now. Mommy’s going to fuck your face with her cunt.”

She lowered her pussy over Molly’s mouth. She held the girl’s head tightly in her hands, and began rocking herself back and forth, slowly at first, and then faster and faster. Kate and I lay together, holding each other, watching as our mother shoved her cunt into our little sister’s mouth.

“Oh, man,” sighed Kate.

“Yeah,” I agreed.

“Fuck!” Mommy shouted. “Goddamn FUCK!!!”

She was coming in Molly’s mouth, coming on her face. She shuddered on top of the child, still holding her head, pulling her mouth against her as tightly as she could. With every spasm she cried out, her body straining in ecstatic release.

At last she was finished. She quickly got down next to Molly, hugging her. “Are you okay, sweetie? Are you sure you’re all right? I hope I didn’t hurt you.”

“No, Mommy, I’m okay,” Molly giggled. She didn’t seem the least bit fazed by what had happened, taking it in stride like she did almost everything else. Our mother kissed her, murmuring to her, wiping her face with her fingers, licking her own juices from the little girl’s lips.

Once Mommy was convinced that Molly was all right, she looked over at me and Kate, a broad grin on her face. “Well,” she said, “we sure have had a time, haven’t we?”

My sister and I sat up, nodding happily.

Mommy sat up too, running her fingers through her tangled blonde hair. Her breasts were shiny with sweat, her nipples proudly erect. She looked beautiful.

“Whew!” she exclaimed. She glanced down at Molly, and then back at us. “I think this calls for a celebration. How about if I take us all out to breakfast, anywhere you want to go.”

“Pancake Palace?” Kate immediately asked.

Our mother’s hand shot into the hair, her finger pointing triumphantly skyward. “Pancake Palace!” she shouted.

We all laughed and clapped and cheered.

Continue on to Chapter 83

The Joy of Looking, Chapter 81

  • Posted on May 16, 2015 at 6:37 am

By Naughty Mommy

My sister Molly was sucking my mother’s nipples. I was masturbating as I watched them. But I wanted more.

I slid down between Mommy’s legs. She was naked. I spread her thighs apart, looking at her wet pussy. My mouth watered. I moved in close, studying her, inhaling deeply of her sweet erotic fragrance. Then I kissed her pussy lips. I kissed her and let my tongue slither out of my mouth, tasting her and probing around as I pressed my mouth over my mother’s sex. I sucked on her clit, feeling her respond, her lovely body shivering with passion. I moved down a little, finding the opening to her vagina, shoving my tongue inside her as deep as it would go. I fucked my mom’s cunt with my tongue.

I felt a warm hand on my back. It was Kate. She joined me between our mother’s legs. I lifted my mouth and smiled at Katie. We kissed. She licked my lips, tasting Mommy’s juices. Then she put her mouth over Mommy’s clit and began sucking. I pulled away. I would let Kate continue eating our mother. I was sure that soon she would make her come in her mouth. As I started to move back up on the bed, I noticed that Kate also had a hand between her own legs, masturbating as she licked Mommy’s cunt.

My mom’s head was propped up on a pillow. I caught her eye. She smiled at me. “I love you, Mommy,” I said to her as I took her other nipple into my mouth and began sucking on it.

“Oh, I love you too, darling,” she sighed, petting my hair. Her other hand was between Molly’s legs, gently stroking her little pussy.

After only a minute or so, I took my mouth away from the stiff nipple. There was something I wanted to ask.

“Molly?”

She glanced over at me, grinning and wiping her chin. “Yeah?”

“When you were in your bedroom earlier tonight with Chelsea, were you guys doing anything other than playing with dolls?”

“Kind of,” she giggled.

“Like what? I mean, were you kissing, maybe?”

“Uh-huh,” she nodded, her eyes shining.

“Mmm, that’s nice…” Mommy sighed. I’m not sure if she meant it was nice the way Kate was licking her clit, or if it was nice that Molly and Chelsea had been kissing earlier. Maybe both.

“Did you touch each other too? I mean, your private parts?” I asked my sister.

“She touched my nipples.”

“Wow, that’s hot. And was there anything else? Did she maybe kiss your pussy? Or did you kiss hers?”

“Not yet. She said she wanted to, but then her mom told her they had to go home.”

“Oh, that’s too bad.”

We were both gently fondling Mommy’s wet nipples with our fingers as we talked. I went on, “Would you like to do that with her another time? Kiss Chelsea’s pussy? And have her kiss yours?”

“Yeah, I would,” Molly nodded.

I took a deep breath. I was ready for the next step. “Honey, can you see what Kate is doing now with Mommy?”

The little blonde looked down between our mother’s legs. Kate’s eyes were closed. She was licking Mommy’s clit and it appeared that she also had at least one finger up inside her cunt.

“Can you see what she is doing?” I repeated.

“Yeah,” Molly nodded quietly.

“Kate is kissing her pussy,” I told her. “Kissing and licking it. It feels really really nice when a girl does that for you. Even better than when they touch you with their fingers.”

I turned to look at my mother. Her eyes were hooded, her cheeks flushed, her face shiny with sweat. She seemed to be getting close to an orgasm.

“Mommy,” I said, “tell Molly how it feels. Tell her what it feels like to have Katie kissing you and licking you that way.”

“Ah,” our mother panted, “okay…” She licked her lips. She smiled at Molly, her fingers continuing to move between her youngest daughter’s legs, moving faster now.

“It, uh, it feels warm, and nice, and, uh… and very exciting. It’s… it’s even better when it’s your own little girl doing it.” She groaned deeply, a shudder rippling through her body.

“Molly?” I said.

“Yeah?”

“I’m going to ask Mommy to kiss and lick my pussy now, okay?”

“Okay.”

I started getting onto my hands and knees, and then I glanced down at Kate. She was still sucking our mother’s clit, but her eyes were open. She was watching and listening to our conversation.

“Do you want to watch Mommy lick me that way?” I asked Molly. “The way Kate is licking her?”

Molly swallowed. Her eyes were wide. But she nodded, whispering, “Uh-huh.”

I was rubbing myself, stroking my clit as I moved closer to my mother. “And then after Mommy licks me, would you like to have her lick you too?”

“Yeah, I would,” Molly said.

“Oh, fuck!” cried our mother. “Yes!!”

She was coming.

Then I heard a muffled squeal from Kate. Looking down, I saw that she was coming too, bringing herself while somehow managing to keep her mouth fastened over Mommy’s clit and also still fucking her with her finger.

I waited, watching both my mother and my sister Kate enjoy their powerful orgasms.

Molly watched for a moment as well, but then she put her mouth over Mommy’s nipple and began sucking again. Her eyes were open, though, wide open. And as my mother’s climax ended, my baby sister saw me straddle her face.

I took Mommy’s head in my hands. She blinked, still gasping and shuddering from the residual spasms of her orgasm. When I had her full attention, I said, “Molly wants you to lick me, Mommy. She wants to watch you lick my pussy. And when you’re done with me, she wants you to lick her.”

“Molly…” she uttered.

“Tonight we’re finally going to do it,” I told her. “Tonight you’re going to lick Molly’s little pussy and make her come in your mouth.”

“Yes,” she nodded, smiling up at me. “Finally.”

Then she pulled me in, grabbing my bottom, bringing my smooth shaved cunt to her mouth. She began kissing me and licking me, her lips warm and moist, her tongue wet and hot. I’d already been masturbating and I was very close. And now the feel of my mother’s mouth on my pussy — combined with the knowledge that my 8-year-old little sister was right behind me, watching intently — well, that was enough to put me over the top.

Within seconds I was coming. I was surprised how fast it happened.

“God!” I screamed. My thighs clamped together around my mom’s head. I had one hand on the bedroom wall, supporting myself, the other hand gripping my mother’s blonde hair, pulling her in even tighter against me. She sucked my clit, and then I felt a finger going inside me, shoving up inside my vagina even as I continued to climax. Someone was fucking me.

As fast as my orgasm began, it ended almost as quickly. It was strong and sharp, lightning fast and hot. Two or three huge spasms, and then I was left trembling in the aftermath.

But that finger kept moving inside me. A small finger, not as long as my mom’s. Could it be Kate? Or was it…?

I managed to open my eyes and glance behind me. It was Molly! My baby sister Molly was fucking my cunt with her finger!!

“Fuck me, Molly! Fuck me!” I encouraged.

As I said that, my mother resumed licking my pussy. I looked down at her. Her eyes were closed. She was moaning in pleasure as her pink tongue lapped at my erect clit. What a sight that was! Can you just imagine how totally hot it is to see your own mom licking your clit? While at the same time your little sister is fucking you with her finger? It was insanely sexy.

Another delirious climax followed within a minute or so. This one was not as jolting, but it was very wet and it lasted longer too. That little finger kept pumping inside me, my mother’s hot tongue was on my clit, and it seemed like I would never stop coming.

At last, though, I’d had all I could take. I fell off to the side, lying on the bed next to Mommy. I put both hands over my vulva, trying to soothe my overheated sex.

My mom turned toward me, bringing her mouth to mine, kissing me. I tasted myself on her lips. Then Molly was there too. She was kissing me, and Mommy and Molly were kissing each other. I suddenly realized that Molly was now tasting my juices on our mother’s lips.

Kate came up from between Mommy’s legs and joined us. Her face was wet and slippery with our mom’s pussy juice. She kissed me and she kissed Mommy and she kissed Molly. We all kissed each other, spreading our juices and our love and our lust all around.

God, it was so amazing, so sexy and delicious, everything I had ever wanted.

Well, almost everything.

After a nice long round of hugs and kisses, I grinned at them.

“Okay, Molly,” I said, “it’s your turn now. It’s time for you to sit on Mommy’s face and let her lick your pussy.”

“Wow, really?”

“Uh-huh,” I nodded. “If you want to, I mean. You don’t have to if you don’t want to.”

Molly turned and looked into Mommy’s eyes.

Our mother smiled at her. “Whatever you want, precious. Whatever will make you the most happy little girl.” She nuzzled her nose and kissed her lips.

“You should do it,” Kate said. “It feels amazing.”

Our little sister giggled. “You guys sure seem to like it.”

“Yeah, we do,” I agreed. “Both ways. I mean, it feels really good to lick someone, and it feels even better to have someone lick you.”

Molly paused for a moment, and then nodded, “Okay.”

“Okay, what?” our mother asked.

“Um, okay, I want you to lick me now.”

The way she said that made us all laugh, Molly included. We released some of our pent-up sexual tension brought on by the incredible realization of what was happening — a mother in bed with her young children, getting ready to lick a little girl’s pussy while her other daughters watched.

It was hard to believe it was real, but it was. No longer just a fantasy, my blonde baby sister was actually climbing up on top of my mom’s face. Kate and I moved in very close, wanting to see everything.

Before she began, Mommy gazed at Molly’s pussy for a moment, at her puffy white labia, completely smooth and hairless, and then looked up into her eyes.

“Honey,” she whispered, “I’m doing this because I love you so much. And because I want to make you feel good.”

“I know, Mommy,” my little sister nodded, smiling.

And then our mother returned her gaze to Molly’s sex. She slowly raised her head, bringing her lips to meet Molly’s labia. She kissed her, kissed her very tenderly… twice, three times… but on the fourth kiss, she gripped Molly’s bottom and pulled her close, her lips now pressing hard against the child’s pussy.

Mommy nuzzled her, moaning softly as she slid her lips around on Molly’s labia, her mouth coming open now, her tongue slipping out to lick her, to slide between Molly’s pussy lips, to probe inside.

Molly groaned heavily as she felt Mommy’s tongue on her clit. I looked up at her face. Her eyes were closed, her lips parted, her cheeks flushed with excitement. It was so erotic! I began rubbing my own pussy as I watched.

Would she actually come? God, I hoped she would! I didn’t think Molly had ever had an orgasm before. She’d recently told me and Kate that she had never masturbated, so I was pretty sure this would be her first climax. I knew that it was certainly possible for girls her age, or even younger, to have orgasms. I’d brought both a 6-year-old and a 7-year-old girl to climax in my mouth during the orgy in Vermont, and there seemed to be no reason Molly couldn’t get there too, as our mother licked her clit.

“Oh, yeah… oh, yeah… oh, yeah…”

That was Katie’s voice. She was on her back, her head on the pillow right next to Mommy’s, looking up and watching as our mom licked our baby sister’s pussy. Kate was fucking herself with her finger and it looked like she was getting very close.

“Mommy, Mommy, oh my god,” Molly whispered. She was trembling all over. I could tell that she was right on the edge, her first climax only moments away. I rubbed my pussy faster. I wanted to come with her, at the exact same time if I could.

Mommy had her eyes open. She was studying Molly’s face, gauging her reactions to the way she was licking her. Apparently she wanted to see what would give her the most pleasure, the most intense response. Her fingers held Molly’s labia apart. Her tongue eagerly lapped from my sister’s immature vagina up to her stiff little clit.

As I watched, Mommy slid her tongue inside the opening to Molly’s vagina. That made Molly yelp with arousal. Then my mother fastened her mouth over the child’s clit, sucking on it. And that’s when Molly came.

“Eahh!” she squealed, her eyes shut tight, her face bright red. Mommy kept sucking her little clit, extending the orgasm. I heard Kate reach her climax. Then I did too.

 

It took us a while to recover.

My orgasm lasted a really long time. My eyes were closed, my hand squeezed between my thighs. As the final spasms faded away, I blinked, opening my eyes. I could see that Molly was lying on top of Mommy, her head between her breasts. She was still breathing heavily, resting with her eyes closed as my mom gently petted her hair.

Kate’s cute face appeared on the other side of our mother. “Man, that was awesome,” she grinned. “We shoulda done that a long time ago.”

Mommy chuckled, “You think so?”

“Yeah, for sure,” Kate enthused. “I wasn’t, I mean, I didn’t really know if we should, but it was like, it was like, just awesome.”

Leaning over to kiss her, Mommy said, “I’m glad you liked it.”

I sat up. “Kate, you wanna have Molly lick you now?”

“What?”

“I can show her how,” I nodded. “I know she’s never done it, but I can show her how.”

I was really taking charge that night. I don’t know how or why it turned out that way, but it did.

Molly raised her head from our mother’s chest. She was staring at me. For a moment, I thought that Mommy might say something, perhaps try to slow me down a little. She didn’t, though, and I was glad.

“Do you want to do that, Molly? Lick Katie, the way Mommy licked you?”

Molly glanced at our mother, who just smiled and winked.

“I can show you how,” I urged. “It’s fun, you’ll like it.”

Without waiting for a reply, I clambered over to the other side of the bed. I pushed Kate’s slender thighs apart. “C’mere, Molly, let me show you.”

My baby sister joined me between Kate’s legs. We lay down side by side. Her little body was warm next to mine.

Using my fingers, I carefully opened Kate’s pussy. “Right there,” I said, pointing, “that’s her vagina. You can put your tongue inside, or your finger. Either way, it’ll feel great for her.”

“Okay,” Molly nodded.

“And up here, um, you sort of have to pull the skin back to see it… but… right there, that’s her clit. See?”

“Uh-huh.”

“And you can suck her clit just like you suck her nipple. Or you can lick it or kiss it. But if you suck it, that’ll drive her crazy. Especially if you have your finger inside her vagina at the same time.”

“Oh my god…” Kate sighed. I don’t think she’d expected anything quite like this to happen, being involved in cunnilingus lessons for an 8-year-old girl.

“You want to try it now?” I asked Molly. “Go ahead.”

She swallowed, nervously licking her lips. Then she murmured, “Okay.”

“Start by just kissing her. Kiss her clit, okay?”

“All right.”

Closing her eyes, she brought her full pink lips to meet Kate’s little clitty. She kissed it once, then drew back quickly, looking at me and at our mom, giggling and grinning at us.

“You’re doing fine, honey,” Mommy smiled. I noticed then that she was starting to masturbate as she watched the lesson I was giving.

“Try it again,” I said. “Kiss her some more. But this time kiss her, you know, with your tongue, like the way you said you kissed Riley.”

“Okay,” Molly nodded.

She put her mouth over Kate’s clit. Kate helped by pulling her labia back, exposing the fleshy little bud. Molly kissed her clit, slowly moving her tongue and lips around, obviously a natural at giving oral pleasure to another girl.

“Oh, fuck,” Kate groaned.

“That’s perfect,” I said, “just right.” I began rubbing my pussy.

Without even being instructed, Molly slid a finger, the middle finger of her right hand into Kate’s vagina while she continued sucking her clit.

“God, fuck, yes!” Katie moaned.

“Don’t stop,” I told my baby sister. “Keep doing what you’re doing. Move your finger inside her and suck on her clit and pretty soon she’ll have an orgasm.”

Molly nodded, her lips and tongue busily working, her finger moving faster in and out of Kate’s vagina.

“Yes, yes, lick her pussy!” Mommy urged. She was fucking herself with two fingers now as she watched her youngest daughter eating another girl for the first time.

I was rubbing myself too, although I wasn’t really close. I wanted to focus if I could on helping Molly, making sure she felt comfortable with what she was doing. But she seemed very much at ease with it. Her eyes were closed and she made soft little moaning sounds as she sucked and licked Kate’s clit.

It didn’t take long. Kate was panting and groaning, her body trembling all over. Then suddenly she went rigid. “Oh god, oh god, I’m gonna come!” she cried.

“Oh fuck!!” I heard Mommy say as she pressed her fingers deep inside her cunt, bringing herself.

I didn’t climax with them, but I was very happy that I was able to watch it all. To see my 10-year-old sister have an orgasm as my even younger sister licked her pussy, and to know that our mother was right there watching us and masturbating — what an amazing night that was!

I may not have had an orgasm right then, but I was nearly overcome with lust. As soon as Molly lifted her face from Katie’s crotch, grinning broadly, clearly very proud of what she had done, I grabbed her and pulled her against me, kissing her, shoving my tongue into her mouth, tasting Kate’s cunt juice. Molly put her arms around me and we kissed like lovers, lesbian lovers, even though we were sisters, 8 and 12 years old.

We kissed for at least a minute or so, and then I took her face in my hands, looking into her eyes. “I want to lick you now,” I panted, almost breathless, “and I want you to lick me at the same time, okay?”

“Okay,” she nodded, smiling happily.

I kissed her once more and then turned onto my back, lying crosswise on the bed. I positioned Molly on top of me, her face at my crotch, her pussy just above me. Without saying another word, I began kissing her and licking her, and she did the same for me. Next to us, I soon realized, Mommy and Kate were following our example, with Kate on the bottom and Mommy on top in a ‘69’.

We licked and sucked each other, and before long I started to hear the sounds of orgasms. Mommy came first, then Kate. I was already getting close too.

But I really, really wanted Molly to come, wanted to give my little sister her second orgasm. So I did what Mommy had done, pressed my tongue inside the opening of Molly’s sweet pink vagina, pushing it in as far as it would go, wriggling it around, feeling her squirm in response. I fucked her with my tongue, and then I followed that by sucking on her clit.

Suddenly I felt her finger going inside me, two fingers, no, it was three fingers!! Omigod, I had never had three fingers inside me before. She was just a little girl, of course, with small fingers, but she filled my pussy up, making me want to scream with pleasure.

I wrapped my arms around her, pulling her warm body tightly against mine, sucking her clit. She was sucking my clit too, and I couldn’t stand it any more, I couldn’t hold back, I couldn’t wait any longer, I had to come.

And just then I felt my sister shuddering all over, her body tensing and relaxing, tensing and relaxing, and I heard a squeal of climactic pleasure from between my legs. Molly was coming, and I came with her. We came together.

Continue on to Chapter 82

The Joy of Looking, Chapter 80

  • Posted on May 16, 2015 at 6:32 am

By Naughty Mommy

Sunday was sort of a normal day for us. I slept in late for once, almost as late my sister Kate. After we got up, we had breakfast and then Mommy asked us to do some work out in the yard with her. It was spring, the time for planting lots of flowers and vegetables (tomatoes, peppers, and squash), and some herbs too.

As we worked, I kept thinking about my phone conversation with Dana the night before. I wondered what else she and her daughter might have done together after they got in bed. It made me very excited.

Kate and my mom went to the gym that afternoon. I stayed home with Molly. I was tempted to get naughty with her, but for some reason I didn’t. She played with her Barbies and I read a novel.

After dinner that night, we all watched a movie together, another musical. This time it was Cabaret. I had never seen it before, and it was absolutely amazing. So good.

Later in bed, I masturbated, of course, as I did almost every night. Sometimes Mommy and Kate and I would do it together, but she said it was already too late that night after the movie ended, so we went to bed. I thought about Dana and Chelsea as I touched myself, and I thought about Molly too. I remembered watching her face as she kissed my pussy when we were playing Truth or Dare. That made me come really hard.

* * *

The next night after dinner, while Kate and I were cleaning up the kitchen, I heard my mom on the phone talking to Dana. She was inviting them to come to our place on Saturday night for dinner! Wow, that would definitely be interesting. I started wondering right away what might happen.

As Mommy had predicted, she wasn’t as busy that week at work as she had been the week before. She was able to come home at the normal time, and she was happy to let Kate and me masturbate with her a few times.

God, I just loved doing that. We would get naked and describe our hottest fantasies and kiss each other while we played with our pussies. Almost every night we each had several great orgasms in our mother’s bed. I also used that time to keep reminding my mom how much I wanted to get Molly involved with us too. It always excited her when I would bring that up, although she wasn’t ready yet to make a commitment about actually doing it. I was willing to wait, but I wasn’t willing to keep quiet about my desires to have sex with my little sister. Kate agreed with me, she wanted the same thing, but she let me take the lead in asking our mother about it.

On Friday, Kate’s basketball team had their last game of the season. It was at 3:30, right after school. Mommy left work early and joined me and Molly in the stands to cheer for them. Kate had a terrific game and the team won, so everyone was really happy.

That night, there was a party for the team at a pizza place near the school. All the families were invited. I had a good time checking out some of the hot moms I hadn’t seen before. I loved looking at them together with their daughters and imagining them in bed together. My mind was (and still is) constantly doing that, seeing mothers and their little girls and picturing them having sex. Sometimes I even get to see it happen in real life!

Then it was Saturday. My mom talked to me about what we should make for dinner. The weather was perfect, so we decided to get some chicken and vegetables and grill them outside in the backyard. Our house didn’t have a pool — Mommy said they were just too much trouble — but the yard was really nice. We had a brick patio with chairs and umbrellas. It was the first week of May, and a lot of the flowers were in bloom.

Dana and Chelsea arrived at 5:30. The darling 7-year-old girl was wearing tight pink short shorts and an orange tank top along with pink sneakers. Her mom was in a very cute and sexy sundress, yellow and white with a halter top. It came to just above her pretty knees.

Dana’s blonde hair was in a ponytail. She had almost no makeup on. She was wearing flat sandals with her sundress, and she was so tiny it was almost like they were two young girls coming to dinner instead of a mother and daughter.

Before they got there, I’d gone upstairs and changed from my jeans into a denim miniskirt and a sleeveless white blouse with no bra. I was barefoot. My mother was in a little red dress, very short, with a scooped neckline. She wore red heels. Kate and Molly were both wearing shorts and t-shirts. They were barefoot, like me.

Mommy and Dana sat together in the sun and sipped glasses of white wine while I watched the stuff on the grill. We were slowly cooking onions and tomatoes and mushrooms and zucchini in addition to the marinated chicken. Kate and Molly and Chelsea played on the old swing set in the back of the yard.

We ate dinner outside. My mom and Dana seemed to really get on well. They sat next to each other, talking the whole time. I sat beside Chelsea, watching her bounce happily up and down as she enjoyed her chicken. It was interesting to see her next to Molly. They were only about a year apart in age, but Chelsea was much smaller than my sister.

After dinner, my mother put Kate and Molly in charge of cleaning up. Chelsea offered to help. I supervised at first, but it seemed like Kate was handling everything just fine, so I went out to sit on the patio with Mommy and Dana as the sun went down.

“He wouldn’t leave me alone, no matter what I did,” Dana was saying, “and my mom wouldn’t do anything about it. I tried to tell her but she didn’t seem to care. So I left.”

Later I learned the whole story. Dana’s mother was an alcoholic and a drug addict. They lived in a ratty trailer, perpetually on the edge of poverty and homelessness. Her mom brought in a series of unpleasant men to live with them temporarily, and more than one of the men had molested Dana when she was still a little girl. It continued happening.

By the time she was 14 years old, she’d had enough. Dana started trying to fight back, but her mother always took the side of the men. Finally, at 15, she left home for good. She ran away, got hold of a fake ID, and began earning money as a cocktail waitress and then as a topless dancer.

“Right after I turned 17,” she told us, “I made my first video, you know, porn.”

“Wow, what was that like?” my mom asked.

“I didn’t mind it that much,” Dana giggled. “My specialty was girl-girl, and I liked the sex a lot, a whole lot. I looked really young, you know — well, I was young, but I looked even younger — and so my videos were popular. I made some nice money from that. But it wasn’t always easy.”

Dana said the lifestyle could be pretty rough sometimes. She managed to stay away from drugs, which was a major problem for some of the girls she knew. She traveled around the country, danced at different clubs, made videos, and wondered how she would ever break out of that cycle.

At 19, she discovered she was pregnant. She wasn’t sure who the father was, and she seriously considered having an abortion, but eventually decided to have the child. That was Chelsea, of course. Then Dana got a break. When she was dancing, she’d met a man in Atlanta who owned a car dealership. He had always been very nice to her, acting more like a father or a mentor than as a sex partner, although he did enjoy having her fellate him. The man offered to support her while she was raising her little girl. Dana accepted the arrangement, at least until she could get firmly on her feet.

By the time Chelsea was 3 years old, Dana had earned her GED and was starting to work for herself, to earn a regular living. At first it was only retail, clerking in a department store. She wasn’t making much money, but she told the man, her benefactor, that she really wanted to be on her own.

After breaking it off with him, she moved to our city, found a better job, and had not had sex with a man since then. Dana worked hard, scrimped and saved, kept trying to improve her situation and make the best possible life for herself and her daughter.

“And that’s where I am now,” she sighed. “Sometimes I feel like I’ve already lived so much, like I’m older than I should be.”

It was funny to hear her say that, since she still looked like a teenager. But I guess she must have felt different inside.

My mother took her hand. “You should be very proud, Dana. You’ve done extremely well. Not many people could overcome all the things you’ve had to face.”

“Thank you,” Dana grinned at us, that gorgeous smile that melted my heart.

The kids came out to see us then. They were done cleaning up the dishes. It was getting dark, so we soon went inside the house. Earlier in the day, we’d baked brownies, and now my mom served them for dessert. Mommy and Dana sat beside each other on the sofa.

After eating a brownie apiece, Molly and Chelsea trotted upstairs to play with Molly’s dollhouse. Dana started talking with Kate about basketball and swimming and her other athletic activities.

“I never got to do any of that stuff when I was in school,” she said, “but I wish I had. I might not be any good, but it seems like a lot of fun, playing sports with girls.”

“Yeah, it really is,” Kate nodded. She was sitting on the floor, looking up at Dana, smiling at her. I was sitting in an armchair.

“Which sport do you like best?” Dana asked. In addition to basketball and the swim team, Kate played softball and soccer.

“Um, I think maybe basketball,” my sister replied, “because it’s such a total team thing. You really have to work together, practice a lot, you know, working on plays and stuff. It’s fun.”

“They just had their final game of the basketball season last night,” our mother added. “My little girl was the team captain.”

Kate blushed, but she looked proud.

We talked for another few minutes. At one point, Mommy leaned toward Dana, tenderly brushing the back of her fingers on the young woman’s cheek. It looked like she might be getting ready to kiss her. Kate caught my eye. She was obviously as excited about that possibility as I was.

They didn’t quite kiss. They gazed steadily into each other’s eyes, and my mom licked her lips. Dana was breathing hard. You could really feel the sexual tension in the room. But then Mommy leaned back and sighed. She glanced at Kate and at me, winking at us.

“While you were inside earlier cleaning things up, Kate,” our mother said, “Dana told Julie and me that at one time she made some porno videos, girl on girl, the kind we like to watch.”

“She did?” Kate stared at the diminutive blonde, her eyes wide.

Mommy turned back to Dana. “I hope you don’t mind me telling Kate about that. I share just about everything with my girls. In fact, we enjoy watching porn and masturbating together.”

“No, I, I don’t mind.” Dana blinked. She seemed a little flustered, not angry at all, just surprised at what she was hearing. “That’s, wow, that’s… wow…”

“Have you told Chelsea about your past?” our mother asked.

“No, I, um, well, she knows that I like girls, that I’m, you know, a lesbian. But she doesn’t know yet about my stripping, or the, uh, the movies I made.”

This was the first time I’d heard her state that she was a lesbian. It made me wonder what sort of clubs she went to when she went out.

It was quiet for a minute. Dana fidgeted, uncrossing and then recrossing her legs. Kate continued staring at her, apparently trying to picture her naked, making love on camera with other sexy women.

Finally I said, “When I, um, when I’m over at your place and Chelsea and I play dress-up, it seems like she already knows how to, I mean, that she really likes to pose and everything. And she’s good at it too.”

“Yeah, I know,” Dana giggled. “I just started doing that with her a few months ago, putting on sexy outfits and looking at ourselves in the mirror and stuff. It’s sort of bad, I guess, but we have fun with it.”

“Have you let her watch you masturbate?” Mommy asked. I knew that she already knew the answer. But maybe she just wanted to hear Dana say it.

The young mother paused, looking down at her hands in her lap. Then she looked up again. “Yeah, I have. Do you think that’s bad?”

“No, not at all,” Mommy said quickly. “My daughters like watching me masturbate. Don’t you, girls?”

“Yeah, totally, it’s hot,” Kate responded. I nodded my agreement.

Our mother went on, “I think it’s only natural for a woman to want to give her daughters an education in sexual matters, to give them a good start. I know a lot of other moms who have done that, who have shared their sexuality with their girls. If you do it with love and tenderness, it can be a truly beautiful thing.” As she said that, she slowly pulled up the hem of her dress, showing off her beautiful legs.

“Maybe you’re right,” Dana muttered nervously, as she glanced at our mother’s legs.

“That doesn’t mean it’s for everyone,” Mommy added, “but it works for me, with my daughters. We’re very happy that way.”

No one spoke again for another few moments.

Mommy rested her hand gently on Dana’s shoulder, then brushed her cheek again with her fingers. “We can help you, if you’d like that,” she said softly.

Dana licked her lips. Her body was trembling. I suddenly noticed that her eyes were filling with tears. She turned to my mom, looking at her. Then she whispered, “I want to do what’s best for her. For Chelsea. You know?”

“Yes, of course you do,” Mommy said. “You love her very much.”

“Yeah, I do. I really do. So much.” Dana took a deep breath and swallowed before continuing. “But I, like, I mean… I kind of want her too, you know? Is that bad?”

“No, it’s not bad,” Mommy shook her head. “It’s natural. She’s a very cute girl, very appealing, and you’re a young woman with a healthy sex drive. Of course you would want her, just like I want my girls, all three of them.”

I was getting so turned on. Looking at my mom’s long gorgeous legs and Dana’s cute little legs and imagining the two of them in bed together — with me and Kate between them, and maybe Molly and Chelsea too! — god, I could hardly stand it. I squeezed my thighs together, stimulating my clit.

The young blonde wiped a tear from her eye. “I, well, maybe you could, you know, give me some advice. You seem so much, I mean, like you’ve really got it together and everything.”

Mommy smiled, caressing the woman’s neck. “I’d be happy to help in any way I can. You can ask me about anything, anything at all. Call me any time you need to talk. Or more than talk, if you want that.”

Dana returned her smile, then turned to me. “Julie is such an angel. I, I feel so close to her.” She looked at my sister. “And Kate, and Molly too.” We could hear the little girls laughing together upstairs. “I feel so lucky that we met you.”

“I’m glad you did too.” Mommy leaned in and gave her a kiss then, a soft kiss, not very long, but right on the lips. As our mother began to draw away, Dana put her hand on her cheek, bringing her back for another kiss, a little longer this time.

Kate glanced at me again, raising her eyebrows as if to ask, ‘Are they gonna do it now, right in front of us?’

They finished the second kiss. For a moment the two women gazed into each other’s eyes. Then Dana cleared her throat and looked at her watch. “Okay, um, I guess I need to get Chelsea home and in bed.”

I wanted Mommy to stop her, to suggest they stay later or something, maybe even spend the night. But she didn’t. I guess she figured that things would happen when and if they were supposed to happened.

Dana stood up. “Chelsea?” she called.

“Yeah, Mommy?”

We heard running little girl feet and looked up to see Molly and Chelsea leaning over the second floor railing, beaming down at us. Their faces were flushed with excitement. It struck me that they may have been doing something more than just playing with dolls up there.

“We have to go home now, honey.”

“Oh, Mommy, do we have to?”

“Yes, baby, we do. It’s getting late, and we don’t want to overstay our welcome.”

Again I was hoping our mother would contradict her. It wasn’t really that late, not quite 9:30, and I really wanted them to stay. I wanted to have sex with them!

“Come on, sweetie.”

“Okay,” Chelsea sighed dramatically. She and Molly came slowly down the stairs.

We said goodbye, getting nice big hugs and kisses all the way around. Then we walked them out to their car. Mommy told Dana, “Remember what I said, now. You can call me anytime you want to talk, okay?”

“Okay, thanks, I will.” Dana flashed that amazing smile. We watched them get in and drive away.

As we went back into the house, closing the door behind us, Mommy said, “You know what I want to do now, girls? I want to go get in bed and cuddle with my three beautiful daughters. Can we do that?”

“Sure!” we eagerly agreed.

Soon we were nestled snuggly inside her bed, all of us naked, a single lamp on a bedside table casting a soft glow on our nude bodies. Molly was lying on top of our mom, my sister and I on either side of her. It was warm in the room, and we had the sheets pushed down around our knees.

Mommy held Molly’s face in her hands, tenderly kissing her lips as Kate and I watched.

“Molly, honey?” our mother whispered.

“Yes, Mommy?”

“Would you like to suck my nipples tonight? And suck your sisters’ nipples too?”

“Yeah, I would,” she giggled.

Mommy kissed her again. But this time she parted her lips, letting her tongue slip out and tease Molly’s lips. Molly squeaked in delight. For a moment her eyes went wide, but then she closed them again and opened her mouth. Mommy pulled her close and the two of them began kissing deeply and wetly, like lesbian lovers.

I had never seen them kiss that way before. I’m not sure if it was the first time for them to do it, but I think it was. Anyway, it was totally exciting for me. I put a hand between my legs and started playing with myself as I watched my mother sensually kissing my 8-year-old baby sister. I glanced over at Kate and saw that she was masturbating too.

Molly had her little hands on our mom’s breasts. She was squeezing them and pinching the erect nipples as they kissed. They were both breathing hard. My pussy was getting very wet. And then I saw something else I hadn’t ever seen. I knew my mom had touched Molly’s pussy before, but I thought she’d said it was always over the outside of my baby sister’s undies.

Not this time.

As they went on kissing, Mommy reached a hand down between Molly’s legs, caressing her puffy labia. Molly instinctively responded by pulling her knees forward and raising her bottom, giving our mother easier access to her pussy.

I shifted a little lower on the bed so I could see exactly how Mommy was touching her. As I watched, my mother used her fingers to spread Molly’s pussy lips apart and then slid her long middle finger inside the crack. I heard Molly gasp when our mother touched her clit. Once she’d located the little button, Mommy played with it, her middle finger rubbing gently up and down.

Molly was trembling with excitement now. Suddenly ending their kiss, she turned her head and moved down to find Mommy’s breast. Before she began sucking, though, Molly paused, fingering the hard nipple, gazing at it. She extended her tongue and licked it once, teasing the very tip.

Our mother groaned in pleasure. “Yes, baby, yes,” she whispered, petting her daughter’s silky blonde curls while she continued masturbating her.

Molly glanced up at my mom, catching her eye. They smiled at each other. Then the little girl returned her attention to Mommy’s breast, opening her mouth wide and taking it in, sucking hard at the erect nipple.

I heard Kate begin to squeal. She was coming, already bringing herself to climax as she watched our mother and our little sister making love.

My pussy was very wet. I was almost ready to come as well.

But I wanted more. I wanted more than just to masturbate again as Molly sucked on Mommy’s nipples. We’d done that before, on several occasions. I was determined that tonight we would go further, much further.

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