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The Joy of Looking, Chapter 109

  • Posted on February 28, 2016 at 3:31 pm

By Naughty Mommy

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I woke up in my mother’s bed. Dana was snoozing beside me, but my mom wasn’t there. I heard the shower running in her bathroom and on impulse decided to go join her.

Mommy and I didn’t bathe very often together at home, or hadn’t anyway since I was quite young, although we enjoyed doing it when we were away on our trips. But it was nice to be in the steamy shower with her that morning, rubbing soap on each other’s naked bodies, kissing, touching… and then, of course, masturbating one another.

After we got out and my mom was blow-drying her hair, I went to check on Dana, whom I found still sleeping. I thought about waking her up and having sex with her — but then out in the hall I heard the raucous chatter of four little girls: Molly, Emily, Chelsea, and Samantha were awake. I waited until they’d gone downstairs, then went to my room and got dressed.

Not long after they finished breakfast, Molly and Emily got on the phone. They were talking to Riley. Apparently sometime earlier in the week a tentative plan had been made for a four-girl slumber party at Riley’s house, including Lindsey, and they were confirming that. I overheard Emily say something about playing Undercover Spies. That game was getting to be quite popular! I wondered if they might get Riley’s older sister Alexa to play it with them too, and possibly even her pretty mom, Paula. It made me wish I could be there to see it.

But two other sleepovers were being arranged at almost the same time. Samantha invited Chelsea to stay at her place that evening, and meantime Hannah called me on my cell phone and asked if I could come to their house for dinner and to spend the night. I checked with my mom and she said it was fine. So everything was set.

* * *

At about 5:30, I walked the few blocks to Hannah’s house. Something smelled good when I came in the door. Kelsey, Hannah’s mum, told me she was making bangers and mash. I had no idea what that was, but it turned out to be fried sausages and mashed potatoes. These were served with onion gravy, and peas on the side. It was delicious!

As we were eating, Kelsey announced that she’d found a job. She would be starting work on Monday at a small company that did graphic design, specializing in cartoon character labels for children’s toys and breakfast cereals, that sort of thing. That sounded like fun. Kelsey said her job would be mostly clerical, but that she also might have the opportunity from time to time to assist with some of the artwork. She was excited about it.

We watched TV for a while after dinner, and then at 9:00 Hannah and I said goodnight and went to her room. Lauren and Kelsey stayed up watching the ‘telly’, as they called it.

As soon as she shut the door behind us, Hannah asked, “Wanna sleep in the buff?” Her eyes were shining, gorgeous smile a mile wide.

“Naked?”

“Uh-huh, same’s we did at your place last week.”

“Okay, sure.”

With a giggle, the cute redhead ripped off her t-shirt and pushed down her shorts and panties. She was already barefoot and wasn’t wearing a bra, so almost instantly she was nude.

“Wow,” I said. “That was fast.”

“Come on, eh? You too.”

“Okay.”

Hannah sat on the bed and watched as I peeled off the two shirts I was wearing (it had turned a little cold that day) and then my bra, my jeans, my panties, and finally my socks.

She jumped up and grabbed my hand, “Let’s clean our teeth and get in bed.”

“All right.”

I got my toothbrush from my bag and we waltzed out into the hall, stark naked. Neither of the two moms could see us from where they were sitting in the living room, but I wondered what would happen or what they would say if they found us like that. Perhaps nothing? Casual nudity might be commonplace in their house, I wasn’t sure. Anyway, we brushed our teeth, peed, then raced back to Hannah’s room and slid into her bed.

My friend and I huddled together under the covers, giggling and getting warm. After a few seconds, she asked, “Do you wanna do some kissing now, or masturbate first?”

“Well, um, last week, remember when you said you wanted to do something more with me? You know, like, more than just kissing and masturbating? Remember?”

She hesitated, then whispered, “Yeah.”

“So, I mean, do you want to do that now?”

There was no reply. Only the soft sound of her breathing.

“We don’t have to if you don’t want to,” I said.

“No, I do… I want to. But, um, can I tell you something first?”

“Of course. You can tell me anything.”

“It’s about Miss Firth.”

“Okay.”

“Well, you know how she told me about getting divorced and all?”

“Uh-huh.”

“So, she told me last night, after she got back from her date… well, I mean, she told me not to tell anyone else, but I asked her if I could tell you since you were my best friend, right?”

It was nice to hear that Hannah thought of me as her best friend. I liked her a lot too. “Okay,” I said.

“Anyhow, Miss Firth told me I could tell you, but no one else. But she said she thought I should know, since I would be babysitting and I might see her and everything.”

“See her?”

“Her date, I mean. That I might, like, see her date if she came to their place or something. She’s going out with a woman.”

“She is?”

“Uh-huh. And she told me that’s why they got divorced, her husband and her. Because she’d been seeing this woman — her name is Sylvia — and that’s why they got divorced, because Miss Firth wouldn’t stop seeing her.”

“Wow, she told you all that?”

“Yeah, she did.”

“That’s amazing.”

“Uh-huh, but you know what else?” she asked.

“What.”

“She, um, she said that now that she’s single and everything, she’s not sure she wants to just be with Sylvia. She might start going out with other women, and that’s why she wanted me to know, because if she didn’t tell me and I found out, I might tell someone else and she might get in trouble or something.”

“What do you mean, in trouble?”

“I don’t know, but, like, maybe the school would be angry with her or something.”

I shook my head. “I don’t think they’d mind. The school wouldn’t care who she’s dating or who she’s sleeping with — as long as it wasn’t a student or something.”

“Yeah… a student…”

Hannah was quiet, and I was too, for half a minute or so.

Finally I said, “Are you thinking the same thing I am?”

“Maybe.”

“About Ms. Firth?”

“What about her?”

“Well, I mean, if she likes women, maybe she likes girls too.”

“What do you mean?”

“She might like us. You and me.”

“Oh, wow…”

“I think we should try to seduce her.”

“Oh my god, Julie! That is — that is brilliant!”

Hannah put her hand between my legs, on my pussy. I was lying on my back, and she was on her side, snuggled up close. She had never touched me that way before, nothing like it at all.

I turned my head toward her. Our noses were touching, our lips nearly so. I whispered, “Do you want to seduce her? Do you want to have sex with Ms. Firth?”

“I do…” she breathed. Her fingers were moving now, gently stroking my labia.

“Do you want to have sex with me?”

“Yes.”

We kissed. I turned onto my side. We kissed deeply, wetly, passionately, wrapping our arms around each other, pulling our bodies together. Hannah and I had kissed like that before, using tongues and everything, but never with so much intensity. We were both on fire, inflamed with lust, burning with excitement not only over the idea of having sex with each other, but with our plan to seduce our teacher.

Our lovemaking that first time was urgent, frenzied, almost clumsy in its haste. Hannah may have been a virgin, but she was ready and willing to try just about anything. We pawed at one another, grabbing and squeezing, kissing and licking. We sucked nipples and fingered pussies (she was no virgin in that sense, I discovered — her hymen was definitely gone). I went down on her, bringing her to orgasm with a finger inside her and my mouth on her clit, then I sat on her face. Hannah didn’t know what to do exactly but picked it up quickly enough, and anyway I was so turned on that all I had to do was ride her tongue, hump her mouth for a few seconds, and soon I was climaxing. I let her keep eating me, though, so she could learn more, until I came a second time.

After that we slowed down a little bit. We kissed for a while, and then I taught her about tribbing. She’d seen women doing it in porn videos but didn’t know whether it would work in real life. I showed her that it did. I fucked Hannah, and then she turned me over and fucked me.

Finally we were done, worn out. Our pussies were sore. Before we fell asleep, however, we confirmed our plan, our goal. We made a pact that night, Hannah and I, that before the school year was over, we both would have sex with our teacher, Ms. Firth, preferably at the same time. That was the last thought on our minds as we drifted off, cuddling close, smelling of sex, dreaming of seduction.

* * *

As had happened before, the first time I slept over at Hannah’s house, I awoke in the night to a bumping sound. I knew immediately what it was — or at least what I thought it was.

Hannah was on her side, turned away from me, sleeping peacefully. I slipped out of bed, nude, and crept to the door, opening it slightly. The sound was clearer. Stepping into the hall, I made my way to Lauren and Kelsey’s bedroom door. I paused, listening. The noise, I was certain, was a bed bumping against the wall. I tried to hear voices.

“Fuck me! Fuck my cunt!”

This time, there was no doubt. The women were much louder than the time before. I could hear exactly what they were saying.

“You gonna come for me? Huh? Come while I’m fucking you?” That was Kelsey.

“Yeah, yeah — do it — harder! Come on — harder! Fuck me! Fuck me!” That was Lauren, I could tell. Her voice was higher-pitched, her accent less pronounced.

I stayed a minute longer, listening closely, waiting to see if I would hear another voice. I wanted to be absolutely sure there wasn’t a man in there with them too. There wasn’t. It was only the two of them.

Lauren climaxed, loudly, and soon after that they quieted down. I decided I’d heard enough, and didn’t want to get caught, so I tiptoed back to the bedroom and climbed under the covers. I rubbed myself again, even though I was pretty sore, masturbating in the dark as I pictured Hannah’s mom fucking Lindsey’s mom. After I came, I quickly fell asleep.

* * *

On Monday, during lunch in the cafeteria, Hannah said to me, “Don’t wear jeans tomorrow, right?”

“Huh? What do you mean?”

“Because tomorrow’s Tuesday — Art & Design — Miss Firth, you twit!”

“Oh, yeah. Um, okay.”

Most days I wore jeans to school without even thinking about it. That was simply the most comfortable way for me to dress. It was sort of embarrassing then that Hannah had to remind me of our pact to seduce the teacher.

“Put on the shortest skirt you can get away with,” she said. “I will too. We can try and open our legs and give her a peek at our knickers.”

“Our panties.”

“Right.”

“Cool. Good idea.” I smiled at the cute redhead, feeling a warm stirring between my legs as I imagined Ms. Firth staring at my exposed crotch. “It reminds of when I… I mean…”

“Of what?”

I’d started to say it reminded me of the time I went to my mom’s office after school one day and let her look up my skirt and then we masturbated together. But I couldn’t tell Hannah about that!

So I said, “Oh, before I knew you, when I was flirting with someone else, an older girl. Anyway, um, what skirt do you think you’ll wear?”

* * *

The next day we were both showing plenty of leg. I was wearing a tight denim mini while Hannah was in a flippy little pleated plaid skirt that barely covered her butt. The school had rules about dress lengths for girls, but in practice they weren’t enforced. Everyone pretty much wore whatever they felt like wearing and no one said anything about it.

Hannah had more opportunities than I did to flash our teacher during class that day and readily took advantage of them. She was shameless. I tried to do the same, but was more hesitant, not wanting to let the other students notice. Unfortunately, I’m not sure if Ms. Firth ever noticed me either.

When the period ended, Hannah was asked to stay late again. I wondered if she might get in trouble for what she’d been doing, but that wasn’t it at all. At lunch she told me, “I’m babysitting again on Saturday night for Cadence. You want to come?”

“What do you mean?”

“Come with me to Miss Firth’s. We can babysit together. I asked her if we could, and she said it’s fine. We can split the pay. Are you free Saturday night?”

“Um, yeah, I think so.”

This would be interesting. I’d never done a combined babysitting job like that. I wondered, would Hannah and I maybe fool around together after we got the kid in bed? Or maybe fool around with the kid, before we put her to bed?

“So, um… tell me more about Cadence. What’s she like?”

“Oh, uh, let’s see. She’s kind of short, like me, but shorter ‘cause she’s younger. She has long brown hair, straight, like her mum’s. Dimples, a cute face with sort of chubby cheeks, like a dumpling. She likes to draw. That’s what we did together last time. She’s very sweet, you’ll like her.”

“Okay, cool, that sounds great. It’ll be fun.”

* * *

On Friday night that week, my mother and I got dressed up and she took me out to dinner. She would try to do something like that maybe once a month or so, get a little time for just the two of us together.

And, oh my god, it was incredibly romantic… soft candlelight, a secluded table near the back of the restaurant, my lover holding my hand and gazing into my eyes… I could feel my pussy getting all creamy and juicy as Mommy leaned toward me and tenderly kissed my lips. My heart was pounding, my cheeks flushed. I squeezed my legs together, making my clit throb. Having her act that way with me in public was so thrilling, so exciting. What if someone saw us!

After dinner we went to see a movie. It was called Water Lilies, in French with English subtitles. The movie was really good and really sexy, but the best part about it was that during one of the hot love scenes — between teenage lesbians, not much older than I was! — my mom put her hand on my thigh, then slid it up under my dress. I opened my legs and she fondled me in the darkness. I didn’t actually come, but it felt wonderful having her touch me that way, so intimate and erotic and forbidden, all at once.

We held hands on the way out of the theater after the movie ended, and as soon as we were in the car I was all over her, grabbing and kissing, wanting, needing to make love with her. My mother laughed and started the engine. “Wait till we get home, sugar. Then you can do anything you want with me — and with your sisters too, for that matter.”

Molly and Kate had stayed home that evening with Dana and Chelsea. I’m sure they must have had their own kind of naughty fun while we were out. By the time we got back, though, it was past 11:00, and Chelsea and Molly were already asleep. Katie and Dana were on the sofa, both naked, watching one of Dana’s porn movies. Well, sort of watching, but having sex too.

They didn’t stop when we came in. We said hi, and they said hi, then Mommy and I went upstairs to her room so we could fuck. I had almost an hour alone with her, eating her pussy, sucking her nipples, sitting on her face, tribbing with her, before the others joined us. First it was only Dana and Kate, but after a few minutes my mom went and got the younger kids, waking them so they could play with us too. They never seemed to mind that at all.

We had family sex, two women and four girls rolling around on Mommy’s king-size bed, doing everything you can think of, reveling in all the delicious pleasures of lesbian incest.

Continue on to Chapter 110

The Secret Society of the Pussycats Club, Chapter 28

  • Posted on February 26, 2016 at 3:20 pm

By Cheryl Taggert

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Entering the den where the young girls were still gathered, Mia and Susan immediately stripped. Mia was eyeing Candace as she undressed and was surprised when she realized she was licking her lips as if contemplating a delicious meal. She supposed that was exactly how her body was responding to the thoughts that ran through her mind, totally unchecked. It was as if a filter had existed in her brain that would not allow such thoughts through to her conscious mind, but since the dream and then the sexual relationship with Susan had begun, the filter had been removed.

After meeting the “youth contingent” for the orgy, Mia excused herself to join the ladies in the next room, where sporadic laughter could be heard.

Within another minute, the doorbell sounded again, and Becca went to open the door. Standing on the front patio were her aunt and cousins. Very large towels were draped across their shoulders, completely covering them, as if they’d just come from swimming in a pool.

Giggling, they entered the room and followed Becca into the den.

When they arrived and had the attention of the girls, they dropped the towels. Everyone squealed and Becca’s jaw dropped when they saw that Gina, Lynn, and Lori were completely naked under the towels.

“You left the house naked?” Becca asked, incredulous.

“Of course not. Your mom and dad wouldn’t have understood that at all. No, we left the house, stopped at the mall, bought the towels and pulled into Crawford Park and stripped in the car. We covered ourselves with the towels and I drove over.”

“It was fun!” Lori added unnecessarily. The enjoyment was obvious from the looks on the faces of the woman and her daughters.

“I felt really naughty coming from the car to the front door,” Lynn said, grinning.

“Did you feel just as naughty playing with your sister’s pussy on the way here?” Gina asked, grinning at her sexy little girls.

“Mmooommmm!” Lynn said, pretending embarrassment.

“Don’t sweat it, baby. If you’d been able to drive, I would have been doing it with her instead,” Gina said unnecessarily, since Lynn’s pretense was obvious. Turning to Becca she asked, “Not that I’m wanting to leave the room with all this young pussy standing around, but where are the grown-ups gathered?”

Noticing it was now oddly quiet in the kitchen where the women had gathered, Becca pointed the way, and Gina entered the room like a long-lost friend coming to visit.

“No shyness there,” Carolyn commented, and they all laughed.

“No, Mom’s pretty well out there when it comes to meeting new people,” Lynn said. “And now that we all have sex together, she’ll say anything in front of me and Lori.”

The girls chuckled at that. Then Susan said, “Now, the only people still not here are Miss Taylor and Miss Simmons.”

“You know, I think, all things considered, we should be able to call them by their first names now,” Heather said. She thought back to the last day of school, just a few weeks ago, and the events that had eventually led to this moment in a new friend’s home.

“Really,” Tina said. “I mean, you’ve both like, licked their pussies and they licked yours, not to mention everyone putting fingers in everyone’s butthole.”

Heather and Susan laughed, thinking that when the teachers arrived, they would try out the ladies’ first names on their tongues — as well as the teachers’ pussies.

As if on cue, the doorbell rang, signaling the final arrivals.

“I’ll get the others while you get the door,” Carolyn volunteered, speaking to Becca as she hurried through the swinging door to the nearly silent kitchen. When she entered that room, she gasped in surprise.

Daphne was sitting on the counter and her sister, Carolyn’s mother Donna, was leaning over, licking Daphne’s pussy for everyone to see.

The other women seemed mesmerized by the image, speaking in quiet, almost reverential tones as they watched the small show before them.

“I’m glad my two girls are happily involved with each other,” Cheryl was saying as Carolyn entered. “My own sister is a religious nut. No way would she have ever done anything like this with me.”

Her eyes still focused on Donna and Daphne, Mia asked Cheryl, “Did you ever want to do anything with your sister?”

Cheryl glanced at Mia then returned her gaze to the couple, replying, “Wanted to, but knew she’d never go for it. To my knowledge, my sister has never even masturbated.”

“Certainly she’s done that,” Gina added. “I mean when I was a teenager, I couldn’t keep my hands off myself.”

“Not her,” Cheryl said, still watching Donna licking Daphne. “She caught me once and told me I was going to hell. I figured if playing with myself felt as good as that, I’d take hell before I stopped.” The other women, with the exception of Carolyn’s mother and aunt who were busy, chuckled in agreement.

“Is she older or younger?” Carolyn asked, now just as involved with the voyeurism. The other ladies turned in surprise to see her there. They were so involved in what was happening on the counter that they hadn’t heard her come in.

“Older,” Cheryl said, “by three years.”

Hearing her daughter, Donna pulled back from her younger sister’s pussy and looked at Carolyn.

“I’m glad my daughters have fun together like this,” Donna said. “And I have my little sister here to thank for that.” She smiled up into Daphne’s face.

“Well, it looks as if you’re well on the way to thanking her,” Ashley said, wondering what things would be like if she had been lucky enough to have a sister she had developed a sexual relationship with. She was suddenly sad Monica didn’t have a sister.

“Everyone’s here,” Carolyn informed them.

At that moment the teachers, Lisa and Jennifer, stuck their heads in the door. Jennifer looked flush and was breathing heavily.

“Are you okay?” Ashley asked her.

Jennifer nodded as Lisa lifted the remote control to show she’d been having fun with her lover.

Lisa said, “We just got this fun toy. It’s remote controlled, no wires.” She smiled at the ladies and Carolyn. “She just came while we were standing at the door and ringing the doorbell.”

“For the…uh…third time since we…left the uh…the condo,” Jennifer said, breathing hard.

Carolyn, who was standing nearest the two women, could hear the muffled hum of the device that was nestled inside Jennifer. If she’d been standing another foot away, or if Jennifer had been wearing clothes, she would not have heard anything. Well, except for the ragged breathing.

“Mom, can I have one of these for my birthday?” Carolyn asked. “I wanna hook Candace up to it and make her blast off!”

Her mother laughed and followed Lisa and Jennifer back through the door into the den. The girls were all waiting there, smiles on their faces that seemed to express a unanimous question: Can we start now? 

Jennifer reached inside herself and removed the small bullet that had been giving her so much pleasure on the drive over. She sat on one of the sofas and listened as Carolyn took charge.

“We decided to start off by playing a game,” she told them. She looked around to gauge the interest that idea garnered, wanting to make sure nobody thought a game would be boring or otherwise a bad idea. Thirty-two eyes told her what she wanted to know. Everyone seemed to like the idea and appeared to be looking forward to getting it started.

“How do we play?” Tina asked.

Carolyn explained the rules of the game and how she would hide the playing cards for everyone else to find, saying they would found in any downstairs room other than the den where they were now. She also let them know they would be in plain sight. They all sounded excited about what the game would bring and talked about it while Carolyn hid the cards.

When she returned to the den, she announced the cards were hidden, and that no trading of cards was allowed, that once they found a card, it was their card and nobody else’s. She also suggested that the older girls and adults help the younger girls find a card first to make sure they all were found and none of the younger girls were left searching while others waited.

Becca liked this new rule Carolyn had thought of. They hadn’t thought anyone might want to make sure they were with someone, and she felt trading cards would undermine the spirit of the game. Therefore, having a rule where they had to keep the card they found was a good one.

Everyone was also told that when they found a card, they were to return to the den without letting anyone else see which card they’d found. That way the groupings would be a surprise to everyone once they revealed them.

Carolyn released everyone for the search. Squeals of delight from the younger girls accompanied the exit to start the game… and the orgy. She followed everyone out to watch them search. The younger girls, especially, were fun to watch. They all were rushing about, searching for a card, as if part of the game involved not being the last to find one.

Candace found one that was in a fruit basket on the dining room table. Lori needed no help at all. She found one of the three that were placed on the seats of dining chairs. Carolyn had placed these in the hopes the younger girls would find them, and they had. Daphne found hers right where she’d been sitting on the kitchen counter just minutes ago. The search was fun, with much laughter and joking.

Within five minutes, everyone was back in the den, holding their cards to their chests. They were all told to form a circle in the middle of the room and on the count of three, they would show everyone their cards. The anticipation had a wonderful effect on the group, much more than Carolyn thought it would. She could see the excitement in everyone’s eyes, as they wondered who would be grouped with them for the start of the orgy. Even Jennifer, who had already come three times on the way to the house, was anxious and eager to get started.

Carolyn stood in the center of the circle and counted slowly.

“One….” Smiles widened.

“Two….” Eyes flitted about, looking at the backs of the cards being held chest high.

“THREE!” Carolyn shouted, and soon the younger girls were squealing and hopping around, demonstrating how excited they were to find out who would partner with them. The women, too, looked excited and happy. Carolyn felt as if everyone were experiencing Christmas in July.

The groupings, with ages, went like this:

The 2′s: Candace 10, Monica 12, Jennifer 24

The 3′s: Daphne 34, Mia 33, and Heather 12

The 4′s: Susan 12, Donna 36, and Ashley 29

The 5′s: Becca 17, Lori 8, and Cheryl 32

The 6′s: Tina 11 and Gina 29 (They laughed that their names rhymed, too.)

The 7′s: Lisa 24 and Lynn 11

Carolyn (17) was free to join whichever group she wanted. To avoid anyone feeling as if she didn’t want to have sex with them, she flipped a coin, saying, “Heads, I go with group 6; tails, group 7.”

It came up tails, and the groups were decided.

Everyone was already naked, so each group got busy kissing, groping, and licking each other.

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Daphne approached Heather with a kind of lust she hadn’t felt in years. A new young girl, she thought to herself as she took the twelve year old in her arms and kissed her, plunging her tongue into the girl’s wet mouth, tasting her saliva, and knowing that soon this mouth would be placed on her steaming cunt — a cunt that felt as if it were starving for the touch of Heather’s lips.

Mia watched the self-assured Daphne kissing her daughter’s best friend. She knew Daphne must be powerfully turned on with the thought of having sex with the young girl. Mia had already had fun with Heather a few days before, and she was willing to wait and watch, which was a thrill all its own. She knew she could definitely learn to love this life Susan had introduced her to. Hell, she already loved it.

Heather’s hand moved to Daphne’s slippery mound and two of her fingers slipped inside and began to piston in and out of the woman’s vagina. The slick, squishy sound of a pussy being finger-fucked filled her ears, joining the sounds of moans and gasps that filled the room. Heather’s other hand massaged the woman’s boobs, moving back and forth from one to the other. The girl opened her eyes slightly for a moment and noticed Mia standing nearby. She broke the kiss with Daphne, and her eyes half-lidded with desire, she offered her lips to her best friend’s mother.

When Daphne felt Heather’s small fingers enter her, she grunted with satisfaction at the sensations. The two fingers fucked her as the girl’s palm slapped the wet labia, lightly pounding her clit. She wondered how good the young girl was at licking pussy.

As Mia kissed Heather, she could see Daphne’s lust-glazed eyes watching them. It occurred to Mia that she’d known Heather since the child was in second grade. She remembered watching her and Susan in the tub, taking a bath and giggling as water splashed everywhere. The girls liked to run around the house naked even then, although nothing sexual happened — at least she didn’t think it did. She made a mental note to talk to the girls about how long this had been going on but then returned her attention to what was happening right there, right then.

Still, the image of the small child, naked in the tub and running around their house, turned her on more than she thought it would. She glanced over at Lori, the youngest girl there, and watched as she accepted Becca’s mouth against her hairless little pussy. Mia shivered at the sight.

Daphne urged them all to lie down, where the explorations heated up, with hands and tongues making their way over the flesh of the two women and the young girl. Their moans and groans told the story of their need.

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Becca couldn’t wait to get her mouth on her youngest cousin. She’d thought of this moment many times since discovering the child and her older sister were having sex with each other, not to mention the girl’s mother, who was moving into a sixty-nine with Tina on the outer reaches of the teenager’s vision. Becca moved her tongue and lips against the child’s pussy, coaxing fluids from the immature cunt and adding the lubrication that her own saliva supplied to the tender flesh.

Becca felt lips beginning to move against her own shaved pussy and knew that Cheryl was down there, giving her pleasure while Becca pleasured Lori.

“Daisy chain,” Becca mumbled down to Cheryl, who understood and shifted her body to allow young Lori to lick her. Cheryl didn’t know whether the little girl was experienced in cunnilingus or not, but figured she would be soon at any rate.

When Cheryl felt the lips moving against her labia and clit, not to mention the tiny finger that began to massage her butthole, she realized that age had nothing to do with whether or not the girl knew what she was doing. Lori was about to send her into orbit, it felt so good. This sensation caused her to redouble her efforts to satisfy Becca.

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Tina and Gina had moved into their sixty-nine almost immediately, wanting to feel the joy of lips against their most sensitive flesh. Gina could feel the urgent need pulsing in her clit. The millions of nerve endings were sending messages of absolute bliss to her brain as the young girl licked and sucked on her as if there were a gold medal to be won.

Gina reached to the girl’s butt and spread the cheeks wide, exposing the little rosebud to her lustful gaze. She noticed the girl had obviously cleaned that area fully before the orgy, and that caused Gina to stretch her neck to give the small sphincter a few licks, which is what she supposed Tina was hoping would happen when she had washed herself so thoroughly.

Based on Tina’s reaction to the contact of tongue and butthole, Gina was correct. The girl loved to have that area licked and played with. Tina would often touch herself there with a wet finger while masturbating, and her sister Heather enjoyed accommodating the girl’s love of having this area attended to as well.

However, Tina figured that Gina was some sort of expert at this or something. Tina thought she would explode from the pleasure the woman’s mouth and fingers were giving her.

Gina felt the child shudder with pleasure and wondered how close Tina was to coming. She herself could feel the initial stirrings of a climax, but she wouldn’t say she was close, at least not yet.

While she toyed with Tina’s butt and pussy, Gina took a moment to locate Lynn, wanting to make sure her older daughter was having fun.

When she saw her, Gina realized the girl was having the time of her life.

********

Carolyn and Lisa were lying between Lynn’s legs. Each had one hand on the eleven year old’s midsection, rubbing her pussy, fingering her butt — wherever they could touch the girl in an effort to satisfy her desires.

Their other hands were exploring each other. Lisa was moving her hand across Carolyn’s body as if she knew of a secret road map and her hand was following the journey that map dictated for maximum pleasure. Tweaking a nipple, squeezing a boob, running over the taut skin to tease the navel and plunge down to the girl’s pussy, only to touch it quickly, giving joy to the small area and wetting her fingers, moving them to the girl’s butthole, doing a small dance on the teenager’s flesh down there, moving down a thigh and back up to start the journey again, but on a slightly different but equally enjoyable path.

Carolyn was emulating Lisa, enhancing desire in them both as her hands roamed over the teacher’s athletic frame. Testing the muscle tone of the woman’s ass, she imagined how wonderful it would be to enjoy a sixty-nine with her.

Meanwhile, both Carolyn and Lisa were also licking Lynn’s vulva all around, tasting the cream that seemed to pour from the girl by the spoonful. Their tongues slid across the girl’s clit. The teenager and the teacher seemed to be French kissing each other with Lynn’s pussy being a part of the kisses, the young girl’s clit standing in the way of their lips actually meeting.

On the edge of her first orgasm of the party, Lynn heard evidence she wasn’t the first to get there. A loud moan sprang from the group beside her. Glancing over at them, she realized that Monica was coming. She could tell Monica and Candace were in a sixty-nine, with Monica on top with her ass in the air, and someone’s head was buried in Monica’s butt crack. She didn’t know all the adults’ names, but she thought it was one of the teachers. The one who’d been coming with that remote thing up her cunt when she and that other teacher had gotten there. She also noticed the teacher was masturbating while she licked Monica’s butt.

********

Monica could feel the orgasm slam into her like a bullet, but this was a bullet that brought pleasure instead of pain. She grunted into Candace’s pussy while she basked in the delightful spasms of her orgasm. Jennifer had her face shoved into her ass crack and Monica could feel the woman’s exploring tongue. She could even feel Jennifer biting her ass, but not hard, just enough to bring unbelievable bliss. The pressure of her teeth created a delightful massage of the muscles beneath the tanned skin.

Jennifer gazed at the girl’s alabaster skin, marveling at its perfection. She could not find a single blemish anywhere, which was rare for a twelve year old. The sight made her shiver as her horniness washed over her like a warm waterfall. She had come three times before arriving, and she figured she would let the two young girls enjoy each other while she pitched in where she saw an opportunity.

The twelve year old’s cream-colored butt waving in the air had been an opportunity she could not pass up. She was enjoying Monica while Monica licked Candace’s soft, hairless pussy.

Candace had been ecstatic that she’d been paired up with a girl close to her age. She’d never licked the pussy of a girl younger than her sister, and her sister was thirteen when they had started having sex together.

Now she was actually licking a twelve year old girl’s pussy, the youngest she’d ever tasted. She was in heaven. And not only that, but Monica was licking her as well. She could feel her own orgasm rapidly rushing up on her. Candace was luxuriating in the way Monica’s mouth felt against her clit and labia as she hummed her climax into the warm, wet flesh, sending ripples of erotic joy through the ten year old.

Jennifer, recalling the rules of this little game, knew one of them had to move to another group since one of them had come. She could tell these two girls were really into each other, so she decided she would move. She would have to trade places with someone.

She glanced around the room and her eyes fell on the group to her left, not far from Candace’s head. Standing, she moved on wobbly legs to perform a type of tag team relay.

********

Donna noticed Jennifer moving towards them and knew what was about to happen. She was mostly watching Ashley and Susan make love while she moved from one to the other, licking and sucking flesh that was in a convenient spot for such attention. She saw that Monica had come, and she could tell that her own daughter Candace wasn’t far behind if her trembling and shuddering was any indication of how close to orgasm she was.

Donna decided she wanted to be a part of her daughter’s first orgasm that evening and stood before Jennifer was even able to take position with Ashley and Susan. It occurred to her that Susan was one of Jennifer’s students from this past year, and it was entirely possible the woman wanted to be a part of her orgasm just as Donna was eager to get her lips on her daughter’s body to help Monica get Candace off.

Meanwhile, Ashley and Susan were moving to where they could trib each other, with Susan squatting on her haunches and pressing her pussy onto Ashley’s. In the meantime, Ashley couldn’t believe this little girl knew of such a thing. She had read of this method of girls making love in books and stories and had seen it in adult DVD’s, but she would have never guessed that girls as young as Susan knew about this and were even experienced at it.

Susan’s experience was evident in how expertly she positioned herself and began to ride the mother of her friend Monica. Their pussies rubbed against each other and the friction was delicious.

Jennifer joined the two and pressed her hand between their bodies, rubbing first Susan’s pussy, then Ashley’s. Her other hand she thrust against her own pussy, enjoying the familiar feel of the hand that had been exploring her girlhood for as long as she could remember.

Then, within a span of perhaps two minutes, other girls and women began to reach their climaxes, Jennifer included. Changing partners would be a lost cause at this point, given how many of them were coming. It could definitely be described as a group climax, not only as a release of their sexual tension, but a climax to the first phase of the party.

Within three minutes, everyone had come. Moans, gasps, grunts, sighs, and screams spread throughout the room, helping trigger others’ fulfillment. When one girl or woman started to have her orgasm, another was right behind her. As one would begin the slide down to tremors and small spasms, another would start the climb quickly up the hill to the peak of her sexual desires. The wave of orgasms lasted several minutes.

Finally, the room was quiet except for the breathing of satisfied women and girls. The last to come was little Lori, and many eyes turned to watch the youngest of them slip over the wall of sexual satisfaction into her spasms of pleasure.

They all thought it was the most beautiful thing they’d seen in a long time.

Continue on to Chapter 29

The Joy of Looking, Chapter 108

  • Posted on February 24, 2016 at 5:26 pm

By Naughty Mommy

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Kelsey and Lauren came by our house fairly early the next morning, around 9:30 as planned, to pick up Hannah and Lindsey. By that time we were all up and dressed, showing no obvious signs of the sexy naked things we’d done the night before.

Our mother invited the women in for coffee, and they accepted, although they said they couldn’t stay very long. The four of them were driving to the state capitol that day, a couple hours away, to view an exhibition of children’s art. Every school in the state, both public and private, had been invited to submit some of their students’ best work, and from these about 200 pieces had been selected for the exhibit. Among them was one of Hannah’s drawings. She really is very talented.

It was funny, though, because Hannah had told me earlier that she didn’t want to go, that she would much rather just stay and fool around with us. But the excursion had already been arranged and it was her drawing they were going to see, of course, so she didn’t have much choice.

Mommy had met Lauren and Kelsey before, but only briefly. This was her first chance to spend any real time talking with them. A few weeks earlier, when I’d told her my suspicions about the cousins being lesbian lovers, my mother had said it might be a good idea for us to “get to know that family a little better… develop a closer relationship with them if we can.” So this was a start on that.

They left after about a half hour. Before they did, Hannah and I made plans to get together the next day, at least for a little while if we could. That night, unfortunately, I would be busy, babysitting for Elaine Gallagher’s kids again. Oh well, the extra money certainly was nice.

My mom and Dana and I were in the kitchen, chatting. We’d just finished putting the breakfast dishes in the dishwasher. The little girls — Molly, Chelsea, and Samantha — were up in the Molly’s room, playing. Kate had gone out for a run around the neighborhood on the warm, sunny, late October day. I was about to ask Mommy if she had any more thoughts about Kelsey and Lauren when we heard the front doorbell ring.

It was Megan, coming for Samantha. Dana let her in. The two women warmly embraced. I liked the way they seemed so close. It looked as if something special might be developing between them.

Megan was dressed kind of casual, wearing a crop top and frayed denim cutoffs, along with sneakers and ankle socks. The shorts, though, were so short that the pockets hung out in front, and from the back you could see the edges of her butt cheeks. With her longs legs, she looked totally amazing. I didn’t think it was by chance that she was dressed that way, either. Megan wanted to be appealing to us, I was sure of it.

My mother gave the redhead a hug, and a quick kiss on the lips. “Would you like a cup of coffee?” she asked.

“Sure, that would be nice. Thank you.”

The three adults sat down in the family room, and I went to get their coffee, plus a glass of juice for myself. We settled in and chatted for a few minutes, with Megan and Dana doing most of the talking while Mommy and I smiled and listened. The two young women soon decided to go out shopping together. They asked Mommy to join them, but she declined, saying she and Kate and I had a lot of yard work to do that afternoon. Dana offered to stay and help, but Mommy assured her that we could handle everything.

So, off they went, arm in arm, Megan in her short-shorts, Dana wearing a miniskirt and tank top. I was sure they would get plenty of admiring looks from men, and maybe from a few women as well. Samantha stayed at our house to play some more with Chelsea and Molly. When Kate came back from her run, Mommy put the two of us to work, pulling out the overgrown summer vegetables, pruning hedges, trimming dead branches from the trees, generally getting the yard ready for winter.

* * *

Another week went by. I had sex with Karen in her car again a couple of times — still just fingering pussies, though, and kissing, nothing more than that. We weren’t quite brave enough to have oral sex in the middle of a public park!

On one of those steamy afternoons, she made a confession to me. We’d both just finished coming, and were sitting together in the back seat, softly caressing, sharing the sweet taste of the gooey wetness on our fingers, when she said, “Um, Julie?”

“Yeah?”

“I want to tell you something, okay?”

“Okay, sure.”

“Um, it’s about… well, I know you really want me to meet your family again and stuff, and I want to do that too. I will soon, I promise. But, um, I just wanted to tell you that, like, I have a girlfriend.”

“You do?”

“Uh-huh.”

“Oh… so, is that, like, a problem? I mean, with me and you doing what we’re doing? Would she be jealous or something?”

“No,” she chuckled. “She wouldn’t be jealous. In fact, I already told her. She thinks it’s hot.”

“She does? You did?”

“Uh-huh. Her name is, um, Miranda. Except, see, the thing is, she’s like older, you know?”

“Older? How old?”

Karen laughed, “Not that old. She’s 29. Older than me, though.”

“That’s almost as old as my mom,” I grinned. “She’s 32.”

“I know. And, like, that’s what I need to tell you about. Because it’s kind of embarrassing.”

“What is?”

“Well, see, um, Miranda is… she’s married, and she has a baby.”

“A baby? Really?”

“Yeah. That’s how I met her. Babysitting, you know? She actually has two kids. Her daughter, Marisol, is 8. The baby, a little boy, is still tiny, only five months. His name is Jorge. She, um, Miranda, is separated from her husband. I think they’re getting divorced. Anyway, I met her, like, about a year ago, before they separated, and after a while we started fooling around.”

“Wow, that’s… well, it’s great, isn’t it?”

“Uh-huh, but you know what? This isn’t the first time I’ve done that. Besides your mom, I mean. There was another one, a lady I was babysitting for. That was earlier last year, before I met Miranda. We only did it a couple times, though, had sex together, and then she got scared and asked me not to babysit for her any more. She was married too.”

“Wow,” I repeated.

“Yeah, I guess that’s sort of my specialty. Seems like it, anyway. But, I mean, do you think it’s weird, Julie, that I have this thing for older women or something?”

“No. Why would it be weird?”

“I don’t know. It’s just… um…”

Karen looked down at her hands. It was obvious she wanted to tell me something else but was nervous about it. We’d mostly settled down during our conversation, not caressing any more, just sitting quietly and talking.

She took a deep breath, then said, “Well, there’s like, there’s this other thing. Um, you know I said Miranda has a baby, little Jorge?”

“Uh-huh.”

“He, um, like I said, he’s only five months old now. And she’s, you know, she breastfeeds him.”

“Okay.”

Karen raised her face and gazed at me. Her brown eyes were big and round. “Do you know what that means?”

I shook my head. “No. What what means?”

“When she’s, I mean, when we have sex, because she still nursing, then… you know, when I suck her nipples, sometimes I drink her milk.”

“Wow, really?”

“Uh-huh,” she nodded. “Do you think that’s gross?”

“No, I think it’s hot!”

“You do?”

“Yeah, oh my god, I never even thought about that before, but it is, it’s sexy. It’s super hot.”

Laughing, clearly relieved, Karen let her head fall back on the seat. “I’m so glad you think so. I was really worried, Julie, that you’d say I was, you know, a perv or something.”

I laughed too. “How could you be more of a perv than me? I mean, I… um…”

I almost told her then about my forbidden lust for underage girls, prepubescent youngsters with flat chests and hairless pussies. But I stopped myself just in time. I wasn’t sure Karen was ready to hear about that yet. Instead, I said, “You know, I like to watch. I’m a perv too. I watched you with my mom, and I’ve watched her having sex with other girls and women. I love to watch and masturbate.”

All that was true. It certainly wasn’t a lie, even if it wasn’t quite the whole truth.

“God, I feel so much better,” Karen grinned. “I’ve been wanting to tell you about Miranda, but I was kind of afraid. Now I’m glad I did.”

“Yeah, and really, you don’t have to worry about my mom or anything, either. That won’t bother her at all, that you have an older girlfriend. She’ll like it.”

“You think so?”

“Yeah, I do. I’m sure of it. She’ll probably even like the breast milk thing too. We’ve never talked about it or anything, but she’s pretty kinky.”

“Don’t you tell her about it, though!” Karen frowned. “Promise me you won’t. Not until I’m, you know, not until I’m ready, okay?”

“All right, I won’t, don’t worry. But I’m serious, you don’t have to be concerned about my mom. She’s totally accepting. So’s the rest of my family.”

“Okay.” Karen took my face in her hands and kissed my lips. “Thanks, Julie, for being my friend, and for letting me tell you all this stuff.”

“You’re welcome,” I said. “I’m really glad I met you again.”

“Me too. But now, I guess I need to take you home. It’s probably getting kinda late.”

* * *

Another very interesting thing happened that week. On Thursday, our sexy art teacher, Ms. Firth, asked Hannah to stay for a minute after class. I had to leave and get to my next class, which I didn’t share with Hannah, but at lunch I was able to ask my friend what Ms. Firth wanted.

“She wants me to babysit,” Hannah said, around a mouthful of french fries.

“She does? Babysit who?”

“Her daughter, Cadence.”

“She has a daughter?”

“Seems so. She goes to a different school. Miss Firth says she’s 10.”

“Hm, okay… when are you babysitting?”

“Tomorrow night, starting at 7:00.”

“All right. So, is Ms. Firth married?”

“No, she told me she’s divorced. Happened last year. That’s why she came here to teach, eh? Her ex is the principal at the other school where she used to work, the one where her daughter goes.”

“Wow, she told you a lot.”

Hannah grinned, “I think she fancies me. And you know I fancy her.”

“Yeah, I know you do, and so do I. In fact, maybe…”

Something occurred to me then, a naughty idea that had been percolating in the back of my mind for quite a while. I decided not to mention it right there, though, during lunch in the cafeteria — but when the time was right, I would.

“Well, anyway,” I said to her, “good luck with the babysitting. Maybe you can call me tomorrow night and tell me how it’s going.”

* * *

Hannah did call me the next night, at about 10:00 o’clock. Mommy and Dana had gone out dancing with Theresa and Megan, so that meant Emily and Samantha were staying with us for a sleepover. We’d finished playing a hot game of Undercover Spy, and after that I’d put the younger ones to bed — four naked little girls in Molly’s single bed, just imagine! They didn’t seem to mind the crowding one bit.

When my cell phone rang, I was lying on my own bed, nude, with my legs wide open. Kate was sucking my pussy. We were both very turned on after playing that game with the little girls, having our hands all over their sweet bodies, and their hands on ours.

I was already close to an orgasm and might not have answered the phone at all, except that I was expecting the call from Hannah — and there was also the possibility it could be my mom calling about something important. So I reached over to the table and picked up the phone. Kate didn’t stop licking me.

“Hello?”

“Julie, hiya.”

“Hey, Hannah… what’s up?”

“Nothing special. Just wanted to say hi. I’m at Miss Firth’s, as you know.”

“Yeah, um… what’s her… what’s her place like? Is it a… house… or an apartment?”

I was nearly breathless with arousal, right on the edge of a climax as Kate fucked my cunt with her finger and sucked my clit at the same time. I only hoped Hannah wouldn’t notice.

“It’s a flat. Not a bad place at all. She has style, as you’d expect. Oh, and guess what?”

“What.”

“You know how she always dresses rather conservative at school? I mean, you can see her shape and all, but there’s no short skirts or cleavage or any such, right?”

“Yeah.”

“Well, when she goes out, it’s a different story. She looks like a tart.”

“A tart?”

“Julie, you should have seen her. So fit. Very short dress, high heels, tits on display, the whole thing.”

“Nice.”

“I couldn’t wait to get Cadence put to bed. It took forever, though. Not until almost 9:30 did I finally get her down. Soon as I was sure she was asleep, I diddled like mad while I thought all about Miss Firth. Came so hard, Julie. Then I called you. Naughty eh?”

“Yeah, naughty — unnhh!”

“What’s a matter?”

“Nothing. Um…”

Kate had just lifted my ass into the air. She had her hands under my butt, her mouth fastened over my pussy, her tongue thrusting deep inside my vagina. How could I possibly carry on a phone conversation in a position like that?

“Sorry, I better go, Hannah. I’ll call you back in, like, just a few minutes, okay?”

Without waiting for an answer, I clicked off the phone — then almost immediately climaxed in my sister’s mouth.

* * *

What a night that was! First, playing the sexy naked spy game with the two young girls, Emily and Samantha, along with Molly and Chelsea and Kate, of course. Then having Kate totally devour my pussy while I’m talking on the phone with Hannah, which leads to an unbelievably powerful orgasm. After that I repaid the favor by eating Katie, making her come twice, before tribbing with her until we both climaxed again.

Finally, nearly an hour later, I got back on the phone to Hannah. I felt kind of bad because it certainly wasn’t “just a few minutes,” as I’d promised. But anyway, I called her back and we talked some more. Right away she asked me what was going on, why I hung up so fast and everything. Although I didn’t come out and tell her, I’m pretty sure she realized that I’d been having sex. Who with, was the big question, obviously. She didn’t ask that directly, however, so I didn’t have to answer.

That wasn’t all that happened that night.

Around 1:00 AM, Mommy and Dana came home. Kate was already asleep in her own bed, but I was still awake, reading a novel. As soon as I heard the garage door open, I impulsively dropped my book and ran downstairs, naked. I suppose it was a good thing neither Megan nor Theresa was with them, because there I was in the kitchen, ready to greet them as they came into the house.

“Well, well,” my mother laughed, “aren’t we the luckiest pair… arriving home to find a nude young girl waiting to be fucked!”

So, of course, that’s what we did. We went upstairs to my mom’s bedroom and the three of us fucked each other for the next hour or so. I know I keep saying this, but don’t I just have the best life?

After we’d exhausted ourselves, having our fill of orgasms while trading stories about the exciting things we’d done that night — me with the spy game, feeling the naked bodies of a 9-year-old and a 7-year-old, and Mommy and Dana out with the other two moms, not only dancing, but kissing too, and humping each other on the dance floor, getting very dirty and very turned on — after all that, Dana drifted off to sleep. I was cuddling with my mother in the dark, fondling her breast, nibbling at her neck.

“I love you,” I told her. “Mommy, I love you.”

“I love you too, darling, more than you can imagine.”

“Can I tell you something? Something bad?”

“How bad is it?”

“Not that bad, but kind of bad, I guess.”

“Of course you can tell me,” she chuckled. “You know you can always tell me anything.”

I put my hand on her chin, turning her face toward mine so I could kiss her mouth. Then I said, “Well, it’s just, I like girls so much, really little girls… sometimes I think I’m kind of insane about it, you know? Anyway, I can’t stop thinking about them. I masturbate every night while I fantasize about girls like that, only like 8 or 9 years old, or 7, or even 6… like Laura. You remember her, at the Sapphic Retreat, in the orgy?”

“Yes, I do. I definitely remember Laura. She’s the youngest girl I’ve ever had sex with.”

“Me too. And I don’t know why it is, but I can’t stop thinking about girls like that. And, well, the bad thing is, earlier this week, on Wednesday night, I got out of bed and went into Molly’s room. It was about 11:00. She was asleep, of course. But I got in bed with her and started kissing her. She woke up a little bit, sort of, but mostly I just rubbed myself and kissed and licked her nipples until I came. After that, I went back to bed. I don’t know if she ever woke up at all, actually.”

My mother turned toward me, taking me in her arms, hugging me tightly. “I love you, Julie,” she whispered.

“I love you, Mommy. But… are you mad at me?”

“No, of course not. How could I be mad at you for doing the same thing I’ve done so many times? I know I have that school night rule, and there’s a good reason for it, but I understand. Sometimes lust is… well, it’s almost impossible to control.”

“I know, it is.”

She rolled on top of me and kissed my lips. I spread my legs and she nestled between my thighs, pressing her pussy firmly against mine. Luckily it was a king-size bed so we had plenty of room without bothering Dana, who was snoozing beside us.

Mommy kissed me again, slipping her tongue into my mouth, then whispered, “I love you so much, honey, for so many reasons. I love your intelligence and your warmth, and of course I adore your beautiful sweet body.”

We both chuckled at that.

She went on, “But I also love your honesty, your willingness, the way you openly share yourself with me and with others. That’s a wonderful quality.”

“Thanks, Mommy.”

As she was saying all these things, my mother was also grinding her cunt into mine, sliding up and down on me, fucking me.

“I think I started falling in love with you,” she told me, “when I realized that you like young girls just as much as I do, that we share that forbidden desire, you and I. It’s almost like we’re the same person, Julie, but you’re a younger version of me. Oh, I know that’s not really true. We’re very different in some ways. But we have so much in common, don’t you think?”

“Yeah, I do, but…”

It was amazing to me that she could have a discussion like this, speaking in complete sentences and everything, while also having hot lesbian sex. I could barely think, let alone speak.

“Mommy, I — you’re gonna make me — I — I’m gonna come!”

And I did. I climaxed as my mother fucked me, repeatedly thrusting her cunt against mine. I thew my arms around her neck, pulling her close, squeezing her, wanting to feel the warmth of her womanly body on top of me as I shuddered beneath her, gasping and groaning in the ecstasy of my orgasm.

Before I even finished, my mom was coming too. It only took her a few more seconds, moving on me faster and faster until she went over the top, crying out once, then burying her face in my shoulder, biting me. It hurt, but I didn’t mind. I loved it. I loved her — and I still do, more than anyone else in the world.

Continue on to Chapter 109

The Secret Society of the Pussycats Club, Chapter 27

  • Posted on February 23, 2016 at 1:23 pm

By Cheryl Taggert

If you need help keeping up with the characters, you may go here.

As Donna arrived home, she instructed the girls to all come up to her bedroom. The three looked at each other, wondering what the woman had in mind, then followed her upstairs to her bedroom suite. Their father, of course, was not home, being away on business until the next evening.

Donna began to undress and instructed the girls to do the same. They complied without asking any questions, and when they were all naked, they looked to Donna for the next instruction.

“We’re all going to shower together. I can tell you’ve gotten involved with other things and haven’t bathed after all that cleaning and preparation,” Donna told them.

They all felt a bit foolish. How could they have forgotten to bathe?! Then Becca realized why. Had they done so, orgasms would have surely followed. It may have been a subconscious thing. She shared this with the other girls.

The woman, two teenagers, and ten year old fit into the overly large shower easily. Three shower heads streamed hot water on the four of them as they moved around to allow each to get sufficiently wet.

Without a word, they began to soap not themselves, but each other. They used bare hands to keep it interesting and fun. Donna took extra time with Candace’s little pussy while Carolyn and Becca soaped each other while watching the girl’s mother bathing the bald mound with her bare hand.

However, Donna stopped just short of bringing her daughter to orgasm. She watched for signs the slender girl was about to move up that last figurative hill to a climax and stopped just as Candace was within a minute or less of coming.

“Ugh! MMMoooommm!” the young girl protested.

“Sorry, honey, a build-up is fine, but I don’t want us to get too involved too soon. Besides, we don’t really have the time,” Donna explained.

When they finally finished cleaning each other, they climbed out. Toweling dry, they wrapped the plush cotton fabric around themselves, tucking it snugly above their breasts, though Candace really didn’t have any boobs to cover.

“Now, let’s go down to greet our guests as they arrive,” Donna instructed after they had all combed out their hair. Donna had not washed hers, but the girls had.

They sat in the large den, Donna and Candace on one sofa and the teens on the other.

“Oh! I almost forgot!” said Carolyn and got up to load the DVD player with the first of the illegal movies they had borrowed from Daphne. She set it up so they could start it with the touch of a button on the remote.

When she finished with this task, the doorbell rang.

“Yippee!” said Candace, excited their first guest had arrived.

The door opened before anyone could get there and Daphne strolled in as if she owned the place. She was dressed in sweatpants and a t-shirt, which she managed to make look sexy as hell. The sweats hugged her hips and were low enough the girls could tell she probably wore nothing beneath, and that she was braless was extremely obvious to even the most casual observer. Her nipples were like small bullets beneath the shirt, pressing outward and inviting contact with the mouth or fingers of the first person who wished to begin molesting the woman’s shapely boobs.

Behind her, Daphne pulled a suitcase on rollers.

“What’s that?” Candace asked.

“You’ll see,” Daphne answered, standing the suitcase upright and quickly removing the two flimsy garments she wore to reveal she had indeed been naked beneath. She breathed a magnificent sigh of relief. “There! Now, I feel better!” she said, and Donna and the girls chuckled.

“So what’s in the suitcase?” Donna asked.

“You’ll see, too,” Daphne told her older sister and held her arms out for the girls to give her a hug. Carolyn and Candace rushed to her and, letting their towels drop to the floor, embraced their aunt. Carolyn kissed her first, inserting her tongue in Daphne’s mouth. Then Daphne turned to her younger niece and did the same with her. Donna and Becca just stood and watched the lewd exchange, feeling their breathing become just a little more labored.

Daphne pulled away from the girls and held her arms out again. “Can’t forget you two!” she said, and Donna moved into her younger sister’s arms while Becca stood back, allowing the woman to greet her family first.

Finally, Becca was kissing the erotic woman and began to feel Daphne had kept her best kisses for last. While the older woman kissed her, dancing her tongue inside the younger girl’s mouth, Becca could feel her pussy go from fairly warm and wet to hot and soaked in seconds. The woman’s kiss had increased the teenager’s horniness in a matter of seconds. Of course, the constant apprehension she’d experienced all day contributed, but she found herself wanting to drag Daphne to one of the sofas and put on a show for Donna and her daughters.

At last Daphne leaned back from the sexy teenage girl, out of breath herself. “Oh, my, Becca! I definitely think we’re going to have a lot of fun tonight!” she said and laughed. Then she looked at her older sister. “I hope this carpet can handle pussy juice, because I may have dripped some!” She laughed at her own joke before pulling the mysterious suitcase over to one of the sofas.

“Now,” she began, “before I open this, I have to tell you that everything must be returned. No fair squirreling something away for yourself for later.” She reached to unzip the case but was interrupted by the doorbell announcing more guests to the orgy. “Well, I guess I’ll have to wait a sec,” she concluded.

“Go answer the door, Becca, and be careful not to let the neighbors across the street see you naked,” Donna said, and Becca went to let the guests in. It had been decided that she was the logical person to handle that duty since she knew everyone who would be there, and the others didn’t. Those waiting in the den heard cries of greeting and laughter and waited to see who it was as the sound of their voices approached the room.

Then Becca was introducing everyone to each other. “This is Cheryl and her daughters, Heather and Tina,” she said, indicating who was who while introducing her friends and their mother and aunt to Cheryl and her family. Becca noted the way Daphne looked at the two young girls, indicating that she was definitely turned on by the idea she would have the opportunity to make love with the them. Candace, too, showed how much Heather and Tina turned her on. Her eyes seemed nearly ready to drop out of their sockets.

After greeting everyone, Cheryl looked at Heather and Tina and said, “Girls, it appears we might be a little over-dressed.” This brought chuckles from everyone, and the woman and her daughters began to disrobe. Candace, being bolder than usual, stepped over to Tina and began to help her undress. Everyone understood the attraction, but Carolyn felt the need to explain in case Candace got too eager.

“She’s never been with a girl near her age before,” she said, and everyone nodded, appreciating what this night would mean for the pre-pubescent girl.

Candace made sure to make contact with Tina’s bare skin as often as possible. When she purposely placed her hand on Tina’s butt and tickled the girl’s butthole, Tina giggled and returned the favor before placing her other hand on Candace’s bare mound and squeezing it lightly. The pressure made Candace want to put the girl on the floor right then and devour her. After all, she had already been brought to the brink by her mother in the shower, and her pussy was beginning to demand some attention, while her mouth was growing very hungry for another little girl’s pussy. She’d tasted herself many times, but this would be the first time she’d tasted another pussy that hadn’t started growing any hair yet.

Donna recognized that things were moving a bit too fast between Candace and Tina. “Girls, let’s hold off on the sex until everyone gets here, okay?”

The girls both blushed as Daphne once again took the stage.

“Well, as you arrived,” she said to Cheryl and her girls, “I was about to show this fun little suitcase to everyone.” And with that, she unzipped the bag and tossed it open for everyone to see its contents.

Inside were several dozen toys for sexual use. There were dildos of varying sizes, shapes, and thickness, even some glass ones, a couple of strap-ons, ben wa balls, anal beads, butt plugs, various types of vibrators, including two large ones that would plug into the wall outlet.

“Those are called ‘magic wands,’” Daphne said when Heather asked about them.

“What are those called?” Tina asked, pointing to a couple of colorful latex rubber toys.

“Those are called clitoral stimulators,” Daphne answered.

“That one looks like a butterfly,” Tina observed.

“That’s good, because this one’s called ‘butterfly trap’ because it sort of traps your clitoris and massages it. It’s one of my personal favorites,” Daphne said, grinning.

The girls continued to ogle the contents of the suitcase, wondering how each of the toys would make their pussies feel, and the women went to make coffee. It was promising to be a late night.

As the coffee was brewing, the girls were giggling about the penis-shaped vibrating dildos.

“Do they really look like this?” Tina asked.

“Yeah,” said Carolyn. “I think they’re fugly.”

“Fugly?” Heather asked.

“Yeah, as in Fucking Ugly.”

The girls howled at this.

At that moment the doorbell sounded again and Becca went off to continue her duties as hostess. Again, greetings were shrieked at the door, and by the time Monica and her mother, Ashley, entered the room, they were already naked.

“Wow! That was fast! You’re already naked!” said Heather, going to the new arrivals and hugging them.

“We wore jumpsuits and nothing else,” Monica said, grinning as she hugged her friend. “Just a little unzipping, and voila, we’re naked!”

Ashley, who was in the odd situation of being much newer to this than her twelve year old daughter, seemed a bit shy and excused herself to join the ladies in the kitchen after Becca pointed the way. The sound of the ladies’ voices swelled as the spring-hinged door opened, and became muffled once again as the door swung closed.

“So when does the sex start?” Monica asked, obviously impatient.

“I feel your pain,” said Candace. “My mom nearly got me off in the shower, but said I’d have to wait to come until the party started.”

“Wow! This is ultra-cool to be able to talk about this shit,” said Monica. “I mean how many other girls are lucky enough to be having an affair with their own moms?”

All the girls except Becca raised their hands, even though Monica hadn’t expected them to do that, and laughed. Becca suddenly felt like something of an outsider. Not only was she not having sex with her mom, she didn’t really want to have sex with her at all. She smiled, but it was an uncomfortable smile.

She excused herself to go to the bathroom and had to shake her head at Candace to indicate she couldn’t come with her. This was more about saving herself from the rest of the conversation about incest between mothers and daughters, which the other girls seemed to relish and wear as a badge of honor, than it was an actual need to pee.

Sitting on the toilet, she began to wonder if there was something wrong with her that she didn’t want to engage in such a relationship with her mom. It seemed that every girl she knew now was not only okay with it, but totally in love with the reality of mother-daughter incest in their lives. They all acted as if the sex was the most wonderful sex in the world.

She thought about the girls she knew who were into that aspect of sex. Carolyn and Candace had been raised on sex with their mother’s sister, so incest was totally natural to them. They had talked to their aunt and each other about sex with their mother since they were able to lick a pussy.

She didn’t know Heather and Tina that well, but they had recently started having sex with their mom as well. In fact, the last orgy was the first time Heather had engaged in any sex with her mom at all. Still, she loved it, as did Tina. They treated it as totally natural. As Becca sat there thinking about it, she realized that Heather and Tina had probably been messing around with each other for some time. Therefore, incest seemed natural to them as well.

But Monica was like her. An only child. She didn’t seem to have any preconceived desires for someone she was related to, so her starting an affair with her mom after the last orgy was totally new to her. Incest, though, didn’t seem taboo to the girl, so she was perfectly willing to engage in lesbian sex with her mom because…. Because why? she wondered.

Then she answered herself. Because it was convenient and easy. It was a single mom who wasn’t getting sex with any partners with a highly sexed daughter. This described Susan as well.

But what about Gina and her girls? They had been interested in each other for some time before bringing their desires out in the open. Becca knew that the babysitter in Florida had helped with the situation, but she didn’t know the details. Still, Aunt Gina had wanted sex with her daughters for years, apparently. Not to mention her desires for Becca, which the teenager had overheard being “discussed” while listening to her aunt and uncle fucking without the couple’s knowledge.

For the first time, she wondered what it would be like to have sex with her own mother. It didn’t disgust her, actually, but it really didn’t turn her on, either.

Yet, she realized that the idea of her friends’ mothers having sex with their daughters turned her on. And she was definitely looking forward to having sex with Gina, who was her father’s sister, not to mention her own two little cousins.

Becca already considered herself a pervert, and she suddenly realized just how happy it made her to be one. She didn’t have hangups about having sex with young girls, even as young as eight. Hell, she realized, if a four year old were happy and willing, Becca would lick her pussy too, and train the child to lick hers as well.

This led her to realize that if she ever did have children, she would more than likely raise them in a very open atmosphere of sex and gratification. She would train them how to pleasure themselves, teaching them how to pleasure each other and their mother as well. Becca didn’t consider herself a total lesbian. She loved sex with women and girls, but she also still liked guys and had always thought she would get married one day. Now she considered how careful she needed to be in choosing a mate. She didn’t want to have to hide it, the way Donna and her family did.

That meant she would have to at least let her future husband know about her unique sexual desires at some point. And that was a scary thing for her to think about. Still, she knew she would have to make sure the man she married would accept that about her.

She had considered how careful she would need to be in choosing a husband, but the word careful didn’t even come close to what she would have to be, and she wondered how someone broached that subject with a potential mate.

Her aunt had surprised her by desiring her daughters and niece. Now she wondered if her mom had harbored some of those same impulses and desires, but had denied them, much the same way Donna had denied her desires for her own daughters over the years.

Then she remembered that Aunt Gina and Uncle Evan were both into young girls. She would have to ask her how they managed to broach that subject.

Hearing the doorbell ring again, she got up from the toilet and flushed the clear water down, more for show than to eliminate pee in the bowl and washed her hands.

Exiting the bathroom, she realized she had grown quite a bit hornier in there. A sudden image of her mom, naked in the bathtub, flashed across her mind.

As she opened the door to greet the next guests, she realized for the first time that the image of her mother had a bit more than a neutral effect on her. She wasn’t exactly burning with desire, but she was curious about the woman who’d given her birth and raised her, curious in ways she’d never been before.

Smiling at Susan and her mother, Mia, the thought crossed her mind that maybe she was changing as a result of all this openness about sex and desire more than she had realized.

She hoped these changes were for the better. Because if they weren’t, there wasn’t much she could do about it now.

Continue on to Chapter 28

Mom Goes Wild, Part Three

  • Posted on February 22, 2016 at 11:12 am

By JetBoy

Belinda’s face rested on Janet’s thigh as she gazed at me, mouth and chin glistening with the essence of wet pussy, licking her lips as she waited for my response.

I wasn’t just looking at my daughter anymore. I was seeing a desirable young girl, one that I very much wanted to take as a lover.

I glanced up at Janet. She studied my expression, then smiled knowingly as she saw the yes in my eyes. Shifting her attention over to her daughter who, at that moment, was lightly kissing my vulva, Janet told her, “Mary… come over here with me, baby, and let’s you and I play for a while. It’s time Belinda learned how to love her mommy.”

I watched, my pulse racing as Mary left one last kiss on my cunt, then rose from between my legs and moved, cat-like, over to her mother. My daughter, her eyes glued to mine, took Mary’s place; kneeling before me, placing her little hands on my thighs. Belinda paused, staring as if hypnotized at my pubic tuft — the dark, thick curls that didn’t quite conceal the pink flesh of Mommy’s vagina.

You can still stop this, some small vestige of my conscience pleaded. Don’t have sex with your little girl. It’s wrong.

But I banished those final stirrings of shame, scattering them like dust motes. I’d had a bellyful of these idiotic rules, imposed upon us by a feeble-minded society. Who were they — who was anyone to tell me that the love Belinda and I yearned for was wrong?

Nothing mattered but this moment in time, with my sweet child and I naked together, her face inches from my sex, mouth watering to taste me. This was good. This was right. My daughter and I were meant to make love.

Looking down at her, I no longer saw the innocent face of my twelve-year-old. Instead I saw an adolescent lesbian, hungry for the nectar of her mother’s pussy.

I felt her lightly touching the moist flesh of my vulva, then she slid two fingers into me. I gasped, loving this bold intrusion.

She began, slowly at first, to work her fingers in and out — and it wasn’t long before she had three, then four fingers pumping away, fucking me with everything she had. I just sat there, thighs spread as wide as they could go, staring enthralled at the face of the sexy child kneeling between my legs, a face filled with pure lust and passion. She was biting her lip, eyes gleaming with excitement as she plunged her fingers in and out of my dripping hole. Then she glanced up at me for an instant, then — oh, God

I cried out as I felt her entire hand push its way into my body. I could not believe this — my own little girl was fisting me! A helpless moan was wrenched from my throat, then another as Belinda impaled me again and again on her pumping arm. I sobbed in ecstasy as Belinda bent down to suck my clitoris between her lips.

It felt so fucking decadent, being pleasured this way by my own daughter. God, what a pervert I am, I thought to myself. But right then, it didn’t matter, nothing did — nothing but sex.

Janet and Mary were down on the carpet, entangled in a squirming sixty-nine. Janet’s mouth was glued to her daughter’s opening, her fingers probing the crack of Mary’s ass.

I knew I was about to climax. I was about to come all over my young child’s pretty face. My lips were moving silently — I’m going to, I’m going to, I’m g-going to…

And then I was coming, in what felt like an explosion of heat and light that began in my belly, radiating outward to fill me completely. As it swept through me I heard myself babbling like I was possessed. “Oh yes, Belinda! OH! Yes, m-my little angel… eat Mommy’s pussy! Oh God, YES! FUCK ME! Mmmmmm, I love you, baby…”

As this incredible wave of orgasmic pleasure slowly began to recede, Belinda’s churning arm came to a slow halt. I kept rolling my hips, though, working my cunt on my baby’s hand. She just smiled, holding herself steady for me as I thrust back hard against her fist, each thrust a hard surge of pleasure.

Finally I came to rest. Belinda carefully removed her hand from my cunt with a slurping sound, then crawled into my arms. Her body was glazed with sweat, and she was breathing heavily from her exertions. I was proud of her, working so hard to make her mommy come.

Like my daughter I was dazed, dizzy — but all I could think about at that moment was how badly I hungered to go down on her, to taste my precious little girl.

Opening my eyes, I smiled lovingly at Belinda, then gently kissed her. She responded with an eagerness that stole my breath away, crushing her mouth to mine, her tongue plunging between my parted lips.

I moaned happily, allowing my daughter to tongue-fuck me, sharing the flavor of my pussy. It was a lovely moment between mother and child — but now, there was something else that Mommy very much wanted to kiss.

We broke apart, gasping for breath as we gazed into each other’s souls. I whispered, “I want to lick you now, sweetheart.”

Belinda cooed with joy, her face lighting up as if she were six instead of twelve — a child who’d just been offered a special treat. “Yes, Mommy, yes!” she exclaimed.

Something about her air of innocence — even as she lay naked in my arms, her lips moist from my vagina — turned me on so much that I had to kiss her again. This time I was the aggressor, probing my child’s mouth with an eager tongue. She sighed and relaxed in my arms, letting me take her.

Finally our mouths parted, and I gently drew Belinda down to the thick carpet and rolled her onto her back, then began to nuzzle my way down her slender body. I left a trail of kisses along her elegant neck, then ventured onto the plain of her chest. She had hardly any breasts to speak of, but her nipples begged for the touch of my lips.

I obliged, sucking each in turn, staring into my baby’s awed eyes as I traced a circle around one with the tip of my tongue. “Mmm, that feels good, Mommy,” she whispered. “I’ve wanted you to do this to me for a long time.”

I answered her with a smile, then continued to explore the universe that was Belinda. Down I proceeded, rubbing my face against the softness of my daughter’s tummy. Even her belly button was adorable, and I paused to pay tribute — placing my lips onto the tiny hollow and slipping my tongue inside to give Belinda’s tum-tum a playful French kiss. She squirmed lusciously beneath me, moaning, “Oh… oh, wow.”

But I had somewhere else I ached to be, so on I went, grazing Belinda’s skin with my lips.

Then I was lying between my little girl’s legs, marveling at the beauty of her vulva. I reached out to brush the pink crease with trembling fingers, sending a sweet shiver through her. Tracing the line of the bare slit, I found wetness.

Placing both hands on Belinda’s inner thighs, I gently opened her sex with my thumbs, the very breath quivering in my chest at the sight of the moist, rosy flesh hidden inside my baby’s flower. Leaning in closer, I inhaled deeply, breathing in the intoxicating aroma of a little girl for the first time. There was sweet honey there for me to taste, and a moan escaped my lips as a glistening droplet trickled down into the cleft of my daughter’s anus.

I raised myself slightly, meeting my child’s dreamy gaze. “Honey,” I murmured, “raise your legs up for me, and hold them to your chest. I want to see every bit of you.”

She happily complied. I glanced over at Janet and Mary, now sitting up and resting against the love seat. They were both watching, eager for the show to begin. Mary’s head rested on her mother’s breast, and her hand was moving between Janet’s legs.

I turned back to my daughter. She lay before me with flushed cheeks, clutching both knees against her breasts, waiting.

Drawing close, I extended my tongue, bathing Belinda’s slit with one long, slow lick. My daughter’s body tensed with a sharp jolt of pleasure, a choked cry bursting from her throat that trailed off into a whimper.

Sampling her flavor, I decided that my baby girl was delicious, then licked her again, teasing the puffy slit with the tip of my tongue. Belinda’s breath came in sobs, her frame shivering with tiny tremors as if she held an earthquake in her belly — one that might shake this house to its very foundation when unleashed.

I pictured my daughter literally bringing the walls crashing down with her orgasm, and stifled a giggle before licking her again, this time barely penetrating Belinda’s opening before I withdrew once more.

I continued to tease my child’s pussy with tiny flicks of the tongue and light kisses, driving her frantic with the need for release. Her body was shivering as if she were feverish, both hands still clenching the backs of her knees. “Mommy…” she pleaded.

Finally, when it seemed as if Belinda was on the verge of bursting into frustrated tears, I burrowed between her thighs, fastening my mouth to that flawless cunt. Twelve years old — still a child, really — and I was going down on her, making lesbian love to my own little girl, thrilling to the music of her ecstatic cries. I’d never been so turned on in my life.

Why had I never done this with Belinda before? In fact, why had I pushed my darling Pepper away from me, back when she longed to be loved by her mother in this very same way? As I lay before my youngest daughter, avidly tongue-fucking her juicy slit, it dawned on me what a fool I’d been.

Then I was licking Belinda up and down, bathing the baby-smooth vulva with long, luxurious strokes. The sweet, sharp taste of a little girl was coating my tongue.

The rosebud of her anus was open to me, and I sought entrance, probing between Belinda’s soft cheeks to tickle the dark cleft. The act of rimming my little girl was delightful, and I could have licked her asshole for hours. But her pussy demanded my attention right then, so I regretfully abandoned Belinda’s bottom for the time being, once more pressing my mouth to her sex.

“Oh, Mommy,” she whispered, staring blissfully at me. “This is… s-so nice…”

I renewed my ardent licking, pleasuring Belinda, her ecstasy slowly rising until my daughter was at the very brink of release. Then I sought out the tiny nubbin of her clitoris, taking it between my lips to suckle.

Her soft whimpers quickly mounted into a wild cry as a long-awaited orgasm came crashing down. Belinda was shaking violently, her head turning from side to side while I held on, firmly clutching my little girl’s hips. She came hard for about half a minute, then relaxed as the intensity of her climax began to wane. Her legs straightened, and she sank back into the thick carpet with a long, contented sigh.

With one last gentle kiss on her vulva, I raised myself to my knees, then shifted into a sitting position next to Belinda. Tired as she was, my baby sat up, reaching out for me, and I took her damp body into my arms.

“I love you, Mommy,” she breathed, her lips lightly caressing my ear. Then she sat back, gazing at me with adoring eyes. “That was my dream — doing that with you. You made my dream come true.”

Belinda’s hair was stuck to her moist forehead, and I lovingly brushed it to one side. “Precious child.” As if I was held by a magic spell, my face was slowly drawn to hers, and we kissed.

Goodness, what a kiss that was. My baby’s tongue shyly grazed my lips, and they parted to allow her entrance, my tongue greeting hers, engaging, mingling as our passion grew. I was smitten, a woman in love.

A sound suddenly broke the silence. I lifted my head, staring toward the sliding glass door, the one that led to the back yard — and saw, standing there in the entrance, my daughter Pepper, her eyes dancing with excitement. Believe it or not, I was surprised.

My heart raced as she stepped in and stood before us. As usual, Pepper was wearing an incredibly short skirt, looking every inch the teenage tramp.

She grinned knowingly at the sight of her baby sister, naked and in my arms, then kicked off her sandals and began to unbutton her top, tugging it off and tossing it aside. As I expected, there was no bra covering her perky breasts. She quickly unhooked her skirt, then let it slide to the floor, revealing her beautiful naked body. Hmmm… no panties, either.

Her eyes met mine as she reached down to lightly manipulate her clit with expert fingers. “Well, Mom, I guess you just can’t resist the lure of young flesh, can you?”

I laughed at that — in fact, we all did — then I licked my lips as sensuously as possible while leering at my sexy daughter, the desire I felt mirrored in her eyes.

Pepper strutted forward and stood beside me, then raised a leg to place her foot on the arm of the couch, showing me everything she had. Tilting my face up to hers, she bent down to kiss me hotly, her tongue flickering in my mouth like a flame for a delicious instant before she abruptly broke away. Belinda, still nestled in my arms, gasped in awe.

Seizing my wrist, Pepper placed my hand on her pubic mound. “Touch me, Mom,” she hissed. “Feel how wet I am for you.”

Placing a finger at the entrance of her cunt, I pushed it deep into my daughter with a single smooth motion. Pepper inhaled sharply and threw her head back as I began to fuck her, adding a second finger after a few strokes.

Belinda nibbled her lower lip while she watched me fuck her big sister — then she got down on her tummy before me, burying her face between my legs. I parted them, giving my little girl full access, moaning when her lips pressed into my throbbing sex.

Pepper rode my hand for a while, then straightened, my finger leaving her vagina with a wet sound. “What a good mommy you are,” she cooed, briefly touching my cheek. Then she moved to kneel behind Belinda. Transfixed by her baby sister’s upturned ass, Pepper placed a hand on that tight little bottom and began to caress it. I could see Belinda’s eyes glaze over with pleasure at big sister’s touch.

Pepper’s naughty hand soon slipped between Belinda’s legs to play with her cunt. My youngest daughter moaned soft and low into my pubic curls, still licking me as best she could.

Suddenly, Pepper grabbed Belinda by the arm — roughly pulling her away from me — and tugged her out into the center of the room. Pepper positioned her little sister with the side of her face resting flat on the carpet, her girlish bottom jutting lewdly up into the air. I felt behind me for the front of Janet’s couch, leaning back against the plush cushions.

Pepper knelt behind her baby sister and took a long, loving lick, trailing her tongue from her bare slit up through the crack of her ass. Belinda shivered ecstatically, her face the very image of sexual rapture. Remembering how skilled Pepper had been at oral when we’d done each other mere hours ago, I smiled to myself, knowing how wonderful Belinda must have felt right then.

Spreading Belinda’s buttocks with both hands, Pepper began to rim her younger sibling. My twelve-year-old was positively ecstatic, nearly sobbing for joy as her big sister’s hot, sucking mouth pressed deep between her cheeks. Clearly, a love of anal stimulation ran in our family.

Suddenly Janet plunked herself on the carpet next to me. Cupping my face in two warm hands, she crushed her mouth to mine in a torrid kiss, probing me with her tongue. Then, without a word, we sat back against the couch to watch my oldest daughter make love to my youngest. Janet’s hand casually drifted between my legs, and mine between hers, and we fingered each other’s clits as we took in the sight and sounds of my daughters committing incest. Belinda’s body seemed to move in time with Pepper’s licking, and I could hear her whimper with delight at every flick of big sister’s tongue in her ass crack.

Once more Janet and I turned to each other and kissed. My eyes drifted shut as I savored the warmth and softness of my neighbor’s luscious mouth. She and I slid to the floor in a tight clinch, and I climbed on top of her, pressing a thigh against Janet’s heated sex — the two of us making out like lust-crazed teenagers.

Then I heard Pepper’s demanding voice ring out. “Okay, Mom… get on your hands and knees!”

I raised my face to see Pepper standing defiantly before me, naked but for the huge strap-on dildo she was fastening around her waist. Securing it, her hand slid up and down the length of the latex cock, a wicked gleam in her eyes. A shiver of excitement ran through me at the sight of such a large cock strapped to my daughter. It was long and thick and I wanted it inside me more than anything.

I quickly positioned myself on all fours, sticking my ass in the air with my knees parted wide. It had been ages since I’d had a lover indulge my submissive side, taking me like a wild animal — but Pepper’s grin said more clearly than any words that she was in the mood for some very rough fun and games.

I sensed my daughter moving behind me, then felt the sting of her hand, crashing down on my right buttock. I cried out loud — partly in pain and surprise, mostly in pleasure.

“Ready to get fucked, Mom? Huh? Ready to take my big, hard cock in your ass?” Then WHAP! Pepper’s other hand came down like the wrath of God on my other cheek, and I cried out again.

Her hand spread some kind of lubricant all the way up the crack of my ass, then across my tight hole. I shivered with anticipation at the thought of being buttfucked by my Pepper. She plunged two fingers into my anus, wriggling them around to loosen me up back there. She was far from gentle with me, but I didn’t mind.

A few seconds later Pepper removed her fingers and began sliding the tip of her cock between my cheeks. I wasn’t absolutely certain that I could take a dick that big in my back door — but I planned to find out, one way or the other.

I whimpered in joy as my asshole slowly opened up to my daughter, a choked cry escaping my lips as the bulbous head suddenly penetrated the anal ring.

“That’s it, Mom! Open up for me. I’m gonna fuck you till you scream,” she growled as she slapped my butt again, harder this time.

The burning of my bottom only added fuel to the fire that raged between my legs. Shit — the more Pepper treated me like a whore, the more it turned me on! She knows me so well, I mused.

I took a deep breath and felt the huge shaft begin to muscle its way into my anal passage. It’s so big! was all I could think. But it felt wonderful as it slowly, slowly filled me.

Janet and Mary were entangled on the carpet a few feet away in a lover’s embrace, kissing passionately. Mary’s legs were wrapped around her mother, and she was rubbing her cunt against Janet’s belly. The intensity of their feelings for one another was a beautiful thing to see. I felt a surge of indescribable joy that nearly brought me to tears, knowing that my girls and I were now loving each other in the same way.

Once Pepper had completely penetrated my rectum, she began to withdraw her cock, only to slide the full length of it back inside. I grunted with pleasure as it filled me. Again, Pepper slapped my ass firmly as she began to work the length of it in and out.

As she plowed me, Pepper moaned, “Oh, Mom, this is so fuckin’ kinky.” She was pumping my ass with long steady strokes, and I could feel my cunt leaking down the insides of my thighs. I was my daughter’s slut, her back door bitch — I loved it!

Then Belinda was kneeling before me, her face about an inch from mine. She nibbled gently at my lower lip, and I closed my eyes, kissing her like a lover. I could feel the child humming with pleasure as my tongue licked its way around her mouth. This was miles away from a normal mother-daughter kiss, but then nothing I’d been doing today could be considered normal.

“Oooh, yeah, that’s so hot, Mom,” Pepper sighed, her hips moving against my ass. “Can you taste your pussy on her lips?”

I did, and it was delicious. Belinda and I continued to kiss, her little hands fondling my breasts as Pepper kept pumping in and out of my rectum, keeping my senses heightened by slapping my ass every so often. As for me, I was thrusting my hips back against that slippery prick, trying to take it even deeper.

When I came, it was like being turned inside out. I was screaming and thrashing wildly as my daughters pleasured me, taking their own mother through the most amazing orgasm.

I actually passed out for a minute or so, coming to in Pepper’s arms. She cradled my head in her lap while Belinda lay curled against me, her lips touching my breast.

Gazing down, Pepper gave me a look of adoration, the likes of which I’d not had from her in ages, and whispered, “Love ya, Mom,” bending to place a feather-light kiss on my nose. It was such a perfect moment that I actually shed a few tears. After all those years of anger and defiance, I had my daughter back.

Then she kissed my mouth, her soft lips brushing mine. I responded, my desire magically renewing itself as our tongues met and entwined.

The five of us shared a long afternoon of lovemaking before my daughters and I cleaned up and went home, where we crammed ourselves in the shower stall to wash each other clean before emerging to pass out in a tangle of bare limbs on my bed.

*****

From that day on, this relationship with my daughters has been the joy of my existence. I no longer have to pretend that I’m some kind of prim and proper mother around the girls. Pepper came back home to stay, and our family was complete.

Belinda moved into my bedroom with me, where two years later, we still fuck nearly every night. Pepper has her own room, where she often entertains other girls and women — but then there are nights when she joins me and Belinda in a family orgy steamy enough to take off the wallpaper. Of course, we also enjoy a lovely rapport with Janet and Mary. I can drop by their house just about any time to borrow something a hell of a lot sweeter than a cup of sugar.

It’s so strange: I spent years denying my true nature in an effort to keep my daughters from being like me. Then in the end, it was my precious girls who showed me the light, helped me to once again become the wanton woman I was always meant to be. And now that I’ve overcome those silly fears, sharing this beautiful, perverse lifestyle with Pepper and Belinda is the best part of it all.

So that’s my life these days. I’m a freaky, incestuous lesbian mother — and I couldn’t be happier if I tried!

THE END

The Joy of Looking, Chapter 107

  • Posted on February 21, 2016 at 1:43 pm

By Naughty Mommy

We were in my mother’s bedroom, in the darkness inside her walk-in closet, ten naked girls and women playing Undercover Spy.

Kate had informed us, before we all jammed into the closet and removed each other’s clothes, what the objective was. In order to win the game, one of the three teams would need to have the secret formula — the orange plastic water bottle — in their possession and be able to get to Mommy’s bed with it. That was the goal, the finish line.

In order to do that, of course, the potential winning team first would have to somehow wrestle the bottle away from Kate, the evil scientist. And even before that, we would have to find Kate, who told us she would be hiding someplace downstairs.

All this was understood. We knew the rules. And we had just completed the strip search, checking each other thoroughly for hidden weapons. None were found — only a lot of warm bare skin. Yummy.

So, the next thing was, Kate took each of us out of the closet one by one, told us to close our eyes and then spun us around in circles, making us dizzy. She led each wobbly player to another location, depositing one team inside the closet in Molly’s room, another in the closet in my room, and the third in the closet in Kate’s bedroom. We were allowed to open our eyes inside the dark closets, though we could see practically nothing. Once all three teams were in place, Kate called to us to count to 100 before coming out and then ran away to hide.

BLUE TEAM RED TEAM YELLOW TEAM
Suzanne, 32 Dana, 27 Megan, 26
Lindsey, 9 Hannah, 13 Julie, 13
Samantha, 7 Molly, 9 Chelsea, 7
EVIL SCIENTIST: Kate, 11

It took us a while to locate her. After completing the countdowns, the teams exited their closets and made our way downstairs in the dimly-lit house. But we couldn’t find that evil scientist anywhere! Finally Mommy decided to check the door that led from the kitchen into the garage. The second she opened it, Kate bolted past her through the kitchen and out into the family room, racing right by me and Chelsea too, who also happened to be in the kitchen.

I was amazed that Kate had been out there in the unheated garage the whole time. It wasn’t especially cold on that October night, maybe around 60 degrees, but still… anyhow, I didn’t have much time to think about that, because suddenly we heard a yelp and a laugh and what sounded like bodies tumbling to the floor.

We ran after Kate and discovered that she had plowed straight into Megan, Samantha, and Lindsey, who were on their way into the kitchen. The four of them were piled on the carpeted floor of the family room in a naked tangle of limbs. Megan had a grip on the plastic bottle, or actually a grip on Kate’s two hands which were holding the bottle. They were both laughing wildly. Megan was on her back with Kate lying on top of her — in the missionary position, you might say — and Samantha was crawling up Kate’s back, trying to grab the secret formula too.

Lindsey was kneeling on one side, pulling at the others a little bit, but mostly just watching and giggling. As soon as Chelsea spotted the orange bottle, however, she leaped into the fray. And when Molly ran up and jumped in as well, Lindsey decided to follow her lead. The others quickly arrived and soon we had a real donnybrook going, ten women and girls from age 7 to age 32 wrestling in the dark on the floor, nude bodies sliding all around on each other as we laughed and grabbed.

Eventually my mother managed to pull the bottle from Kate’s fingers. Mommy rolled off to the side, calling, “Lindsey, Samantha, blue team! I have it! Somebody take it and run upstairs!”

Before that could happen, however, Dana was on top of my mom, shouting, “No, red team!”

Hannah joined her, lying half on top of Dana and half on top of my mother, shouting just as loudly and reaching for the plastic bottle. Chelsea, the youngest player in the bunch, had her little hands wrapped around Mommy’s, trying to rip the plastic water bottle from her fingers. She never would have been strong enough to do that on her own, of course, but my mom pretended she was and let Chelsea take it away. She in turn handed it quickly to me, and I attempted to get up and run — but before I could, Molly, Samantha, and Lindsey were crawling all over me, and I lost that battle.

We all went on this way for maybe another ten minutes, the secret formula passing from one team’s possession to another, or sometimes back to Kate, the evil scientist, as we screamed and laughed and wrestled and rolled together on the floor. The struggle reached a climax when Hannah yanked the bottle out of Megan’s hands and deftly tossed it to Dana who was standing to the side, waiting for just such an occurrence.

With a whoop, Dana dashed toward the stairs, aiming for victory. The rest of us got to our feet as quickly as we could, but Dana was just too fast. The only one really close to her was Kate. Dana was already several steps ahead, however, bounding up the stairs three at a time. I’d never realized how athletic she was.

She reached the top with Katie close behind her and the other eight players clomping up the stairs after them. Hannah and I were in the lead of the second group, laughing joyfully as we raced side by side. As we entered the hallway, we found Kate and Dana on the floor. My sister had somehow managed to catch up to Dana and tackle her. Now she was basically sitting on the young woman’s face, wrestling her for the bottle. Hannah grabbed Kate, trying to pull her off Dana and attempting to grab the formula herself. I jumped in too. The others arrived and another melee ensued.

This time it was Megan who emerged with the plastic bottle. With a cry of “Yellow team!” she handed the bottle to Chelsea, who zoomed down the hall toward Mommy’s room. The door was open, so the little girl had a straight shot onto our mother’s bed. She dove onto it, followed immediately by Megan and then by me. We rolled together, giggling insanely, hugging and kissing, “We win! We win!”

The other players joined us, flopping onto Mommy’s bed, laughing, panting, congratulating the victors. I was concerned for a moment that the bed might collapse under the weight of ten people, but fortunately it had a sturdy frame and was able to hold us all.

After the giggling had subsided and we’d mostly caught our breath, my mom reached over and switched on a bedside lamp. She sat cross-legged, grinning at us, still breathing hard. I couldn’t help but notice a smear of creamy juices all around her pussy lips. She obviously had become extremely aroused during all that naked grabbing and tussling. I had too — I could feel the wetness between my own legs — and I wondered how many others were in the same condition.

“Wow, that was fun!” Mommy said. “And you know what? We never had dessert after dinner. Does anyone want ice cream?”

“Ice cream!” Molly screamed, and the other kids all screamed for ice cream too. We got up then and headed downstairs for our dessert, happily remaining nude as we sat in the family room, enjoying our treat.

“So, do you guys have this much fun every weekend?” Megan asked, with a twinkle in her eye. “I can see why Samantha likes spending so much time here.”

“Well, it’s not always quite like this,” Mommy replied. “We’ve never played that game before with so many people, for one thing. I’d never played it all, in fact, before tonight. But yes, my girls and I do like to have fun together as often as we can.”

As our mother said that last part, she winked at the woman. I knew what kind of ‘fun’ she was referring to, even if Megan didn’t. It made my clit throb to think about having sex with the tall redhead and her cute daughter Samantha — with everyone there in the room, in fact, all of us at once.

I looked slowly around at the others, at Hannah and Lindsey, at Dana and Chelsea, at my sisters Molly and Kate, and then at my mom, who gave me a little nod. It was as if she knew exactly what on my mind. Not surprising, I suppose, since sex was almost always on my mind, and on hers too.

Megan had finished her ice cream. She picked up her purse, which was on the sofa beside her, and took out her phone. “Hm, it’s almost 9:00. Guess I should probably head home, Suzanne, so you can start getting these kids settled down and ready for bed.”

I was hoping Mommy would try to talk Megan out of it, invite her to stay overnight with us or something, but she didn’t. Perhaps her instincts told her we’d already achieved as much as we could that evening with the woman, and there was no point in pushing for more. Anyway, Megan got up and started putting on her clothes (she’d brought them downstairs with her earlier). The rest of us just watched and stayed naked.

After Megan left, we had to decide who would sleep where. We hadn’t talked about that yet. At length we decided to do something along the lines of Molly’s slumber party, building a nest of blankets and comforters on the floor of the family room where all the girls would snuggle in together. I’d planned to have Hannah in my bed with me that night, but Lindsey insisted that she wanted her cousin Hannah down there with her, and me as well, so we agreed. Our mother and Dana would sleep together up in Mommy’s room — although I knew, of course, that they would be doing a lot of other things with each other before falling asleep.

It took a while to get it all arranged, but finally everything was set. We went upstairs and brushed our teeth, got goodnight kisses from Mommy and Dana, then trotted down again to the family room, seven naked girls ready for a cuddly sleepover.

Our mother had turned the heat down about a half hour earlier, so now it felt good to burrow under the blankets, huddling together for warmth. We’d decided to leave a small light on, since none of us was planning to go to sleep right away. There were plenty of other options instead, and we briefly discussed them all: we could read (no), watch TV (no), tell stories (no), play Truth or Dare (no), or — this was Hannah’s suggestion — we could kiss (Yes!).

Kissing was always a terrific option. It seems that whenever young girls are together at sleepovers, there’s always a lot of kissing going on and sometimes more advanced sexual play as well. I don’t know if it’s that way with boys, probably not, but in my experience when you get two or more girls in bed together, they simply can’t keep their hands off each other or their mouths separated.

Hannah and I had kissed quite a bit during our sleepover at their house, and Lindsey and Molly had too. I didn’t know until that night whether Chelsea or Samantha had done anything like that before — with each other, I mean — but we soon learned that they had. Even at only 7 years old, both girls were already very interested in kissing, and enjoyed practicing together whenever they had the chance. Of course, I knew Chelsea had been taught to kiss that way, using tongues and everything, by her mom, Dana. I wasn’t sure where Samantha had picked it up originally, whether from Chelsea, or from another friend, or possibly from her own mother, Megan. That didn’t seem likely, but you never know.

Anyway, it didn’t matter. It was time to kiss. Except when we began to pair off, we realized that since we had an odd number, one person would always be left out. I was initially matched up with Hannah, Chelsea with Samantha, and Molly with Lindsey, but Kate was on her own. She didn’t mind, though. She told us she would be a ‘rover’, going from one pair to the next, watching and then dipping in with one girl or another, taking kisses wherever she wanted them. That seemed fine with everyone.

For the next thirty or forty minutes, we kissed. Maybe it was even longer, I don’t know. It’s really easy to lose track of time when you’re kissing like that. And as Kate took turns with each pair, we ended up swapping partners, shifting around under the covers… effectively all of us became rovers then, trading and sharing and sampling, soft lips sliding together, tongues exploring, hands tenderly caressing.

Mmmm, god, that was such an amazing experience. I’ve had a lot of incredible erotic adventures in my life, even though I’m still pretty young, but this is one that stands out. Maybe it’s because it was the first time I ever kissed either Lindsey or Samantha — and you know how I feel about little girls! — or maybe it was just the sheer pleasure of all those smooth naked bodies bunched in side by side, how I could turn one way or the other and find a new partner, bring my mouth to hers, kiss her, play with her tongue, then roll over the other way and find a new girl to kiss.

It seemed to go on forever. I certainly wasn’t getting tired — in fact, I was getting super turned on — but eventually I noticed the younger ones, Samantha and Chelsea, beginning to fade. I don’t know exactly what time it was, probably close to 11:00 by then, but in any case, well past their bedtime.

So, we decided to call it a night. Kate got up and switched off the lamp, then climbed back in with us. She was on one side beside Molly, who was next to Lindsey. Chelsea and Samantha were snuggled in the middle, with me next to them, and Hannah beside me on the outside. We hadn’t started that way, but that’s how we ended up.

For a while, we rested in the dark. No one said anything. I’d expected some conversation but didn’t hear any, or at least none that I could decipher. It seemed that Molly and Lindsey might be whispering to each other, but if they were, it was unintelligible. I closed my eyes and tried to relax enough to fall asleep. I could tell from the way the little ones next to me were breathing, soft and slow, that they were already conked out.

Then I felt movement. It was Hannah. The girl’s leg bumped mine. Her arm seemed to be moving too, rhythmically. Smiling to myself, I whispered, “Hannah?”

A faint whisper in return, “Yeah?”

I turned from my back onto my side, facing her, then laid my hand on her shoulder. I could feel the action of her muscles. My friend was masturbating.

“Are you doing it?” I breathed in her ear, wanting to hear her confirm it.

A short pause, then, “Uh-huh.”

“Even with these… kids here?”

“I can’t help it. I have to.”

“I know what you mean,” I chuckled. “I’ll do it too.”

As I slid my right hand down to my crotch, I hooked my top leg over Hannah’s leg. My left hand was still on her shoulder, my lips beside her ear. “I like doing it with you,” I told her. “It turns me on.”

My vulva was warm and moist, swollen and very responsive. Even the first gentle touch of fingers on my labia made me shiver all over with excitement. I know it wouldn’t take long for me to reach climax. But I would have to be quiet. I hoped Hannah would be too. And then I thought of something else. I wanted to do more than just masturbate. It would be risky, but I had to try.

I started by shifting even closer to her, pressing my small breasts against her arm. I nuzzled at her ear, licking softly, breathing inside. Hannah giggled. I licked her ear again. She giggled again. Then I whispered, “Is it okay if I … touch you? If I touch your boob?”

“Um,” she swallowed. “Well… okay…”

Very, very slowly I let my hand drift down across her chest. Her breasts were still so small that I couldn’t even feel where they began. But then my fingers encountered a nipple, a wide puffy nipple, and I heard her gasp.

I played with Hannah’s nipple, touching it oh so tenderly, barely grazing it with my fingertips, feeling it swell and stiffen. The knowledge of what I was doing made my clit grow hard too, until it was sticking out like a pencil eraser. I was right on the edge, my pussy throbbing, dripping, nerves tingling, breath coming fast.

“Hannah,” I whispered in her ear, “I’m gonna come.”

“Me too, in a… in a sec…”

“But, like, let’s try to be quiet, okay? So we don’t wake the kids.”

“Okay.”

We masturbated together for another half minute or so, with my fingers tickling her nipple and my tongue licking at her ear. Hannah made no move to touch me, except to place a hand on my leg that was over hers. She gently squeezed my thigh.

I felt the surge begin, a tidal wave that could not be resisted. I tried to tell her I was ready, moaning, “Hannah…” but by then it was too late. The huge wave crashed over me, through me, in me, making my body shake uncontrollably. I tried hard to stay quiet, and managed, mostly.

Hannah came a few seconds after I did. She was able to remain almost completely silent, although her slim form shuddered again and again, jolted by powerful orgasmic spasms. I wrapped my arms around her, squeezing her, loving the feel of a girl’s body in the middle of a climax.

After she finished, Hannah turned on her side toward me and we hugged, just held each other, relishing the warmth and closeness, the soothing glow of our fading orgasms. I kissed her neck, sucking a little bit, not hard enough to make a hickey but enough to make the girl moan. Hannah pushed a knee between my legs, then rolled me onto my back. She was on top of me.

Hannah kissed my mouth and gently humped my thigh. I put my hands on her bottom, feeling the tight firmness of her perfect butt, squeezing, pulling her against me. I could sense her body trembling. She was either very turned on, very nervous, or both.

Breaking the kiss, she put her lips by my ear and whispered, “Julie?”

“Yeah?”

“Um, not tonight, not now… but someday… maybe soon, would you fancy doing, you know, more than just kissing? With me?”

“Yeah, I would.” I stroked the girl’s smooth back under the covers, long and lean and warm. “I’d really like that, if you want to.”

“I do. But, um… I’ve never done anything before with anyone, except just kissing. I think you have, though, right?”

“Uh-huh,” I nodded, “a few times. It’s nice. You’ll like it.”

“Good. All right, we will then.”

She slid off me and turned onto her side, facing away, but pressing her bum against my hip. I turned toward her, wrapping my arms around my friend, spooning with the girl. I kissed the back of her neck once or twice, but neither of us said anything more that night. Soon we were asleep.

Continue on to Chapter 108

Girlfriend

  • Posted on February 20, 2016 at 4:22 pm

 

The Secret Society of the Pussycats Club, Chapter 26

  • Posted on February 19, 2016 at 6:33 pm

By Cheryl Taggert

If you need help keeping up with the characters, you may go here.

Friday finally arrived. Carolyn, Becca, and Candace busied themselves cleaning and making hors d’oeuvres for the party. They worked hard to finish by early afternoon so they could get some rest — with a rule of no sex being strictly enforced. They were even wearing clothes for a change to avoid the visual stimulation they knew would accompany any nudity on their part.

********

Cheryl called home to talk to Heather to make sure they were ready when she got off work. She wanted to get to the orgy early to see if there was anything she could do to help. Heather was excited, of course, and promised her mom neither she nor Tina would do anything sexual that day. Abstaining seemed to be the order of the day for everyone.

********

All the women and girls were eager for the party to start, but it wouldn’t begin until that evening. They had the address and could use their GPS to get there since none of them had been to the Shea home before. The anticipation was like an electric charge that kept the women and girls on edge all day. Many of them felt an orgasm was just out of reach all day.

They had all received information about who was expected. They knew there would be seven young girls ranging in age from 8 to 12 and two teenagers, age 17. Eight attractive adult women would be there as well, ranging from age 29 to 36.

Seventeen horny women and girls, all intent on getting and receiving as many orgasms as they could handle, thought of little else that day. This made it difficult to refrain from sex, but they managed. Of course, some of the adults were at work, and any chance at intimacy with their bodies did not exist unless they decided to make time for it, and they were happy to keep busy to keep their minds focused elsewhere for the most part. Furthermore, these women did not have intimate conversations with their co-workers, at least not about this party, which could land all the adults in jail and the children in juvenile hall and placement with foster families. Therefore, they at least had no reason to mention the sex that beckoned them at the end of their day, a constraint that helped ease their sexual tension some.

The young girls, of course, did not have that restriction, but they managed to hold off. Well, there was one exception, but she hadn’t meant to come.

Still, all the women and girls would occasionally think of the evening that awaited, and these thoughts would cause their already moist vaginas to spill a little more of their precious juices. So while they were in control, they were also anxious to get things going.

********

At Party Central, as Carolyn was referring to their home, the girls finished preparations for the fun and sat down to relax after a bite of lunch. The conversation naturally turned to the evening ahead.

“Do you think we should have some games?” Carolyn asked.

“I think that would be fun,” Candace said. “What kind of games?”

“Sex games,” Becca answered.

“Of course, sex games. I mean what KIND of sex games?” Candace said.

“How about a little hide and seek?” asked Carolyn, a mischievous smile growing on her face.

“That’s a kid’s game,” Becca said, frowning at the idea.

“Not the way I’m thinking of it.” Carolyn’s smile piqued the others’ curiosity.

Becca looked at her friend, her brows rising in question. “What’d'ya mean?” she asked.

“What if it wasn’t a person being looked for?”

“Okay. What?” Candace asked.

“What if everyone was looking for, say, a playing card? There are seventeen people coming. We could have like three of one card, like three 2′s, and three of another, and three of another, and three of another.” Carolyn thought for a moment. “And two of another and two of another.”

“You mean like three 2′s, three 3′s, three 4′s, three 5′s, two 6′s, and two 7′s?” Becca asked, trying to visualize where this was going. She realized this added up to sixteen, one short of the number of women and girls attending the party.

“Yeah,” Carolyn said, the excitement lighting her features. “Then one person hides the cards around the house and everyone goes looking for them. They’re not too well hidden, so they shouldn’t be that hard to find. We don’t want people taking too much time looking for cards. Then everyone groups up according to the cards. All the 2′s get together, all the 3′s and so on.”

“What about the person who hides the cards? What does she do? Just watch?” Candace asked, having done her own addition of the number of cards.

“No, that person gets to choose her group.”

“Or even better, the first person who finds a card gets to bring the one who hid the cards into her group!” Becca said, getting excited about the game as well.

“Yeah!” Candace agreed.

“Sure, whatever we want to do is fine,” Carolyn said.

“But doesn’t that take too much time, with everyone waiting around for the other groups to finish so we can play again?” Candace asked.

“No, silly,” Carolyn said. “This would just be the ice-breaker, you know, to get things started,” said Carolyn.

“Oh,” said Candace, blushing. Then an idea occurred to her. “Hey!” she said, startling the other girls. “I have an idea!”

“What?” said Becca, giggling at the shock caused by Candace’s outburst.

“Well, if we get into these groups, that means we may not be able to get with someone we’d like to get with, you know?” The others nodded, realizing this could be a problem. “So we set a timer on a phone that just keeps repeating, maybe every ten minutes or so, and when the timer goes off, one person from each group must move to another group. We can just alternate who moves. And we do this for maybe thirty or forty minutes. By then, we should be ready for something else!”

“Yeah, but who’s the unlucky girl who has to reset the phone timer? And what if we’re so busy we don’t hear it?” Carolyn said. “I like the idea of switching, but that sounds a bit too involved.”

“How about every time someone in a group comes, someone from that group switches with someone else?” Becca asked.

This idea sounded better to the girls.

Candace added, “Maybe the person who comes could be the one to move!”

Carolyn laughed. “I’m not sure I’d be able to move!” The other girls laughed at this as well, realizing they may be equally incapacitated for a few minutes.

“Then after this phase of the party, we could all go skinny-dipping,” Candace said. Carolyn and Becca liked this idea and agreed with the young girl, who was obviously wanting to add something to the plans. A dip in the pool would refresh everyone.

“I still want to be able to be with each of the women and girls who come to the orgy,” Carolyn said. “Maybe we could figure something out there.”

After thinking about it for a moment, Becca said, “I think trying to orchestrate that would be like the timer idea. Just too much. I think if you want to make sure you do it with everyone you want to, then it’s just up to you. We could sort of have a free-for-all after the skinny-dipping.”

“Yeah, I guess you’re right,” Carolyn said, heaving a disappointed sigh. “I suppose we’ll just have to have another one soon to allow us to have sex with anyone we don’t have a chance to have fun with tonight.”

Becca looked at her best friend and smiled as if she knew a secret about her. Carolyn noticed and, in exasperation said, “What?!”

“I know who you want to fuck,” Becca said, still smiling.

Carolyn snorted. “Oh, yeah, smarty pants? Who?”

“My aunt and her daughters.”

Carolyn sat back and grinned. “Well, you got me. But that’s too limiting.”

“Too limiting?” Becca asked, wondering what she meant.

“Yeah. I want to fuck EVERYONE at the party!” Carolyn said, laughing.

Becca and Candace joined in Carolyn’s laughter. Becca said, “Yeah, I know, but you REALLY want to fuck my aunt Gina and her daughters, Lynn and Lori.”

Carolyn looked at her nails, picking at some polish that was peeling, and said, “As if you don’t.”

“I admit it. I want them too.”

“When we met them yesterday after they got to your parents’ place, I couldn’t help drooling over them. I mean, your aunt is so sexy! And she kisses like a bomb might go off any second and the person with the hottest kiss will survive.”

“You’re lucky nobody caught you two.”

“Somebody did!” Carolyn said, still picking at her nails and laughing.

“I don’t count,” Becca laughed.

“I wasn’t talking about you,” Carolyn replied.

“Oh? Who else walked in on you two?”

“Lynn and Lori.”

Candace sat where she was, listening in on their conversation and feeling her pussy getting quite moist. She had noticed how hot Becca’s aunt and cousins were as well. She especially wanted to get with Lynn, a girl near her own age. She and Lynn and Lori had shared some kisses themselves, and someone had spent time teaching the girls how to give a hot kiss. Candace suspected it was their mother, unaware that the first real lessons in adult kissing came from a babysitter they’d recently met on vacation.

She continued to listen to her sister’s conversation with Becca.

“Lynn and Lori caught you, too?” Becca asked.

“Yep. And damn, those two little ones can kiss!”

“I know,” agreed Candace, and the older girls looked at her with realization dawning on them.

“You kissed Lynn and Lori?” Carolyn asked her little sister, her mouth agape.

“Sure. They’re really hot!”

“I guess you are looking forward to being with someone your own age, aren’t you, squirt?” Carolyn asked, happy for her sister that this would be a big opportunity for her.

“Yeah,” she said, smiling at the memory of how the girls’ kisses felt and licking her lips in anticipation for more. She noticed again that her pussy was getting wetter by the minute.

“Geez,” Becca said. “I must be the only one who got more than some kisses.”

“Really?!” Candace asked, incredulous.

“Yep. After you guys had your time with them and went back downstairs to talk to my parents,” she said to Carolyn, “I pulled them all into my room and we had a little fun.”

“Yeah, I wondered what happened to you,” Carolyn said, though she hadn’t wondered very much at the time.

Candace asked, “What kind of fun?”

“Well, I had promised to let them see me naked, so I did. Then the two girls got naked too. After all, they are staying in my room, so nobody was going to just barge in, right? Anyway, we took turns kissing and fingering each other. Nobody came or anything, but it was a really steamy scene. Aunt Gina had her hand up her skirt, touching herself, while we all fooled around. When I reached down to finger her, I found she wasn’t wearing any panties under the skirt. She was ready for me, I guess.”

“Yeah,” said Carolyn. “She took them off when we were kissing.”

“I guess I can understand why you’re so anxious to have fun with them,” Becca said.

“Hey, they’re the only ones who don’t live here, too, you know. The others I can make a date with any weekend, but this will be my only chance for a while to be with them. And boy, do I want to lick your cousins’ bald pussies. I bet they taste like heaven.”

“They do,” Becca teased, knowing Carolyn hadn’t had a chance to do more than kiss them.

“Oh, fuck!” the older girls heard Candace say. They looked over at her. She was spasming, in the middle of an orgasm.

“Did you rub yourself?!” Carolyn asked, a bit miffed that her sister had broken the “no sex” rule for the day.

“No!” the young girl said, defensively. “I swear I didn’t! I just…came!”

“Really?” Becca asked, not sure whether to believe the girl or not.

“I was just listening to you guys and I was getting, like, real turned on and stuff, and I was thinking about doing stuff with Lynn and Lori and, you know, imagining it and all, and suddenly, I was coming.”

“Were you squeezing your legs together?” Carolyn asked.

“I don’t know. Maybe.”

“Holy fuck, girl! You either had a spontaneous orgasm, or you can get yourself off by squeezing your thighs together. You lucky shit!”

“You mean you can’t?” Candace asked. She thought her sister could do anything she could as far as sex went.

“I can get really close, but I can’t just, you know, come. Not without direct touching of some kind.” Becca was looking at her and Carolyn stared back. “You mean you can too?”

“Sure. I thought every girl could.”

“Well, there’s something wrong with me, then, cuz I can’t. I can get close, but I have to reach down and rub a little to have an orgasm.”

“There’s nothing wrong with you. It’s just, well, you’re different. That’s all.”

The girls looked at Candace. “You really are lucky, girl,” said Carolyn. “Apparently, you have a gift I don’t. Enjoy it.”

Candace beamed.

“Was it a good one?” Carolyn asked.

“Yeah, but not, you know, intense or anything like that. Just…good.”

Carolyn laughed. “I can see you now! Sitting in math class and getting off to thoughts of Miss Bexley!” Before her little sister could object, she affected a change of voice, pretending to be the math teacher, whom all the girls thought was definitely not sexy. “My goodness, girl! What in the world is happening to you? You’re shaking and trembling. Spasming even.” Carolyn took on a shocked look. “Oh, my stars! Are you having an orgasm? Oh, dear!” She then affected a look of curiosity. “Tell me… what do they feel like?”

All the girls burst out laughing at this image of the straight-laced math teacher, who they had always joked wore a bun so tight it gave her a permanent, creepy smile. The teacher was in her fifties and, unlike some women that age, had not taken care of herself to remain attractive or sexy, if indeed she ever had been.

Becca laughed so hard she had to make a dash for the bathroom, feeling a small amount of urine mixing with the juices that had gathered there as she ran. She barely made it before the pee gushed out of her. Looking up, she found the sisters watching her pee, their eyes focused on the stream running into the bowl. They looked fascinated with this common bodily function.

In fact, they looked, well, turned on by this display.

Becca had heard of people who were turned on by watching others pee or even being peed on, but she had never realized the sisters enjoyed at least watching. She’d known them intimately for a several weeks, but they had managed to keep that aspect of their kinkiness hidden.

As she finished, she reached for the toilet paper.

“Let me!” said Candace, and she snatched the paper from the roll and reached down to wipe her sister’s best friend.

Becca just sat there, staring at the two. When she found her voice, she said, “Okay, that’s kinda weird.”

“What?” asked Carolyn. “Lots of people like to watch others peeing. It’s sterile, you know.”

“Yeah, I know that. I just never realized you two were into it.”

“Well, we are. Aunt Daphne sometimes lets us pee on her, in fact,” Candace said. “She’ll lie in the tub and we’ll spray away.”

Becca was shocked at this revelation. “I think I’ll pass if it’s all the same to you guys.”

“That’s cool,” said Carolyn. “We’ll stick to just each other and Aunt Daphne.”

“What about your mom?”

“She doesn’t know about this particular kink we’re into,” Carolyn said. “At least not yet.”

“Yeah, we’ve talked about telling her. Sorry if I freaked you out,” Candace said.

“I was just not expecting it. I guess if you want to watch me, you can. You can even wipe me. But I draw the line at peeing on each other.”

“That’s cool!” Candace said.

The girls watched as Becca put herself together and washed her hands, even though she’d not really touched anything but the waistband of her panties. Candace stepped to the sink and washed up as well.

“It’s at least good to see you wash after wiping,” Becca said, chuckling.

“Of course. I mean we don’t, like, drink it or anything. We just like watching and we like to pee on Aunt Daphne and each other. But not in the mouth,” Candace said. “Even we think that’s gross.”

The girls returned to the den where they’d been relaxing and decided to play a game of Monopoly to pass the time and avoid sex. Candace had already come once, and despite the minor disgust Becca had with the girls’ revelation about liking some “water sports,” they were all rather horny.

Monopoly was a great deterrent to having orgasms. They played and passed the time until Donna, Carolyn and Candace’s mother, got home from work, and the preparations kicked into high gear since that signaled the party would start within an hour.

Continue on to Chapter 27

Mom Goes Wild, Part Two

  • Posted on February 18, 2016 at 11:26 am

By JetBoy

It was morning when I awakened, still naked, stretched out on the sofa. Pepper was gone, but I still had the sticky essence of her on my face. There was a numb ache between my legs, and I was stiff all over.

Before I could pull myself to my feet, I heard the front door slam — and Belinda came prancing in. Oh, hell. She saw me and skipped over to where I sat, bending to give me a warm kiss on the mouth.

It was bad enough having my daughter see me like this, naked and sprawled on the couch looking like — well, like I’d been in an all-night orgy. But when she pulled back after kissing me and her face lit up with a delighted smile, I wanted to crawl under the sofa and hide.

“Hi, Mommy! Looks like you had a fun time last night,” she said as she gazed at me knowingly. “Where did your, um, girlfriend go?”

I had no idea how to answer. I was deeply embarrassed, made worse by the fact that she seemed to know exactly what I’d been up to. Before I could reply, or even question her about her own evening, she ran into her room giggling and shut the door with a bang.

Dazed, I wandered into my bedroom and slipped into the shower. As I stood in the hot, comforting spray, thinking back on my night, I found myself quickly becoming aroused, remembering what I had done — and who I’d done it to.

Tingling with excitement at the memory of fucking my oldest daughter, I reached down and began to stroke my slit as I replayed the entire lewd episode in my head. I fingered myself hard, feeling the heat build as I remembered all the things I had done with Pepper. Soon I brought myself off again.

After my orgasm, I was able to think rationally. As reality slowly reared its troublesome head, I emerged from the shower and dried myself, once again wondering what Belinda had been doing next door last night — and, for that matter, on all the other times she had spent with her friend Mary.

I absently nibbled at a fingernail. How should I deal with this?

Now that my mind wasn’t fogged up with twisted sex thoughts, I reminded myself yet again that I didn’t want my youngest daughter following in the footsteps of her mother or big sister. I didn’t really know for sure whether Belinda had been involved in what I’d seen the night before. But even if she hadn’t, Janet’s daughter Mary was definitely there in the X-rated Polaroids I found, which meant that she couldn’t be a very good influence. Then there was Janet herself, cavorting naked in the living room while Belinda was there.

I wrestled for several hours over the best way to handle this situation. In the end, it boiled down to two choices: I could confront Belinda with the evidence I’d found in her room… or I could go next door and discuss what I’d seen in those photographs with Janet.

Later that afternoon I decided on the second option. Belinda was sprawled on the floor watching cartoons, so I put on a blouse and skirt, told her I’d be back soon and walked the few yards it took to get me over to Janet’s house. My nerves were jangling, but I simply put one foot in front of the other until I was standing at the front door.

When I knocked, Mary answered. She opened the door and stood silently before me, wearing a tiny T-shirt that ended just below her breasts and a pair of sheer white panties. Nothing else. My eyes instinctively flickered up and down her taut little body, pausing at the pubic thatch that was clearly visible between her legs.

I was speechless, so she smiled and broke the silence, saying, “Hello, Ms. Gable. How are you?”

As she waited for my response, her hand drifted across her flat belly and down to the waistband of her panties, where she slipped her thumb inside, giving them a slight downward tug as if they were jeans.

“Ahhh… is your m-mother home, Mary?” I asked, trying to regain my composure.

“Yes, ma’am, she is… come in,” she said, stepping back to invite me inside. I dazedly followed, my eyes locked on her cute girlish ass, swaying seductively as she led me through the house.

“Mom? Ms. Gable’s here to see you,” she called out.

I followed her into the den, and she sat down in an easy chair. I perched nervously on the sofa, seated right across from her.

Mary smiled at me again. “She’ll be right here,” she cooed. I had to hand it to the girl — despite her slutty attire, she was as polite as ever.

“Thank you,” I replied, trying to sound casual. “Um… don’t mind me. You just, uh, go back to whatever you were d-doing.”

“Okay,” she replied, still giving me that sweet smile. She reached over to an end table for a magazine and began to thumb through it.

Now that Mary’s attention was elsewhere, I looked around the room, quickly realizing that I was seated on the sofa where Janet was masturbating last night. I peered out the large glass door in front of me and into the back yard, a shiver passing through my frame as I recognized the fence that I’d peeped over just a few hours ago, spying on Janet.

And on the other side of that fence rested a lawn chair, on which I had made love to my sexy Pepper…

I gritted my teeth. Don’t think about that now, for fuck’s sake. Stay focused.

As I sat there, quietly waiting for Janet, I stole a glance at Mary, absorbed in her magazine. Her legs had fallen apart, and she was giving me a clear, open view of her panty-covered pussy. I tried not to stare, forcibly shifting my gaze elsewhere, but my eyes kept shifting back to between her legs. The remembered image from the Polaroid of her naked with another girl licking her cunt — had it been Belinda? — kept burning in my head.

Again, I fought to clear my mind. God damn it, this was no time to be getting aroused!

It was then that I noticed Mary was reading a porno magazine. There on the cover was a photograph of two teenage girls, fingering each other and kissing. This was not your standard run-of-the-mill girlie mag, it was hardcore lesbian smut — the kind I had plenty of in my own collection. I found myself growing increasingly jittery at the sight of this half-naked young nymphet seated across from me, legs spread, casually leafing through the sort of magazine one found in sex shops.

Then Janet sauntered out of the bedroom and into the den, smiling hugely. I stood, trying to compose myself.

“Hi, Lucy, how are you doing?” she said, giving me a friendly hug. “Please, sit down… let me fix you a drink.” Before I had a chance to consider her offer, she was placing a glass of amber fluid in my hand.

Janet was wearing a casual dress. It was short and summery, and her large breasts jiggled underneath as she moved about the room, making it clear that she was braless.

She stopped between the glass door and me. “So… what brings you over today?” she asked.

With the light shining from behind her, I could see her tall voluptuous figure as if she was totally nude.

It took me a second or two to realize I had been asked a question, and another to realize that I had absolutely no idea what I was going to say to Janet. My mind had gone blank, and I felt myself on the verge of utter panic. Somehow, though, I got a grip.

“Ah, well, Janet…” I stammered. “Um, I just haven’t had a chance to, to visit with you much since you moved in, and, well, I thought I’d just wander over and say hello…” I knew perfectly well that I had other, far more serious reasons for being there. But I thought to myself that I really ought to chat with Janet first — feel her out a bit before getting confrontational.

Still smiling, Janet strode over to sit down beside me. “I’m so glad you did,” she said softly, her blue eyes burning into mine. “We’re neighbors, after all, and our daughters are such good friends. I’ve thought for a long time that you and I should get to know each other better.” With that, she casually placed her hand on my knee — and I barely kept myself from gasping.

Janet turned to Mary and sweetly said, “Honey, can you go to the kitchen and bring us a little something to nibble on?”

Mary nodded and, without a word, padded out of the room. A flash of sexual heat shot through me at the sight of the girl’s ass, jiggling through her all but see-through panties. Then I quickly turned back to Janet, hoping she hadn’t noticed me looking. A knowing smile was on her lips.

“Your Belinda is an adorable little girl,” she purred, “I just love having her around. I like for Mary to invite her friends over as often as possible, you know.” Her index finger began to brush against my thigh. “It’s always a pleasure, being in the presence of pretty young girls. They make the world a far nicer place. Know what I mean, Lucy?”

“Oh yes. I, uh, I always enjoy c-company,” I blurted, my heart throbbing. Jesus, what an idiotic thing to say.

Then I felt her hand sliding a little further up my thigh. I glanced down, then back up at her calm face. She gazed seductively at me, eyes radiating sex. Oh, my God…

“Of course, I don’t just love being with young girls. I also enjoy sexy women like you. Don’t you feel the same way?” she murmured, fanning her fingers out on my thigh.

“Well, yes — s-sometimes,” I murmured, fumbling for words. No mistaking the signals Janet was sending out — by now, it was pretty damned obvious what she was after.

She leaned closer, her warm lips nearly brushing my ear. “Have you ever made love to another woman, Lucy?” she whispered, her fingers creeping just under the hem of my dress.

Boy, was she moving fast. “Yes,” I timidly replied. I could feel my cheeks burning as the word left my lips.

“Mmmm, good… very good,” she said, transfixing me with her heated gaze. Her hand advanced, deftly slipping between my thighs until her finger was brushing the front of my black silk panties. I was so wet that I was sure Janet could smell it. Suddenly her hand moved beneath the skirt to cup my vulva, and I couldn’t help but sigh with pleasure.

I sensed movement to my left, and turned my head to see Janet’s daughter standing a few feet away, watching us intently. This time, I did gasp out loud. It was obvious that Mary was turned on by the sight of her mom touching me between the legs. The teen’s nipples could be clearly seen through her t-shirt, and — oh, my God — the front of her skimpy panties was visibly damp. I was trembling with excitement.

The remembered image of this beautiful young girl’s naked body from Belinda’s photos flashed through my mind. I couldn’t take my eyes off the moist streak on her panties, tracing the line of her slit. I knew she saw me staring, but couldn’t help myself.

Janet whispered into my ear, “I just love the taste of pussy. Don’t you? Especially when it’s the smooth, juicy pussy of a young girl.”

I nodded my head slowly in confirmation.

“And there’s nothing as lovely as the look on a girl’s face while you’re licking her slit, giving her that first orgasm. So beautiful,” she breathed, her hand deftly slipping into my panties to caress my dripping sex. I was unable to move, glued to the spot. A thousand lustful thoughts were racing through my mind as I melted into her hand.

“Your pussy is very wet, Lucy,” Janet teased, her tongue flicking at my ear. “You’re easily aroused. I like that.”

My legs fell open as her fingers wormed their way into the heat of my vagina. Mary stood there watching, transfixed by the sight of her mother’s hand in my panties.

All I could do was slump back in the love seat and allow my neighbor to take me. Once again, logic and reasoning had given way to raw lust, and I was quickly losing any sense of right and wrong. Not that I’d had a hell of a lot of that to lose…

“Look at my daughter, Lucy,” Janet cooed. “Isn’t she sexy?” Unable to speak, I quickly nodded. “Well, then, would you like to see her naked? Would you enjoy that?” She bit my earlobe, and a sharp buzz of pleasure flickered through my belly.

“Yes!” I gasped deliriously.

“Good. Mary, sweetheart — stand up and take your clothes off for Ms. Gable.”

Mary looked down at me with a shy but lustful stare and began to sway from side to side. Her hand crept up under her t-shirt to fondle herself for a brief moment, then lifted her shirt over her head and tossed it to one side, exposing a lovely pair of breasts, succulent as new fruit.

“Doesn’t she have the loveliest titties you ever saw? She loves to have her nipples licked. You’d like to do that to her, Lucy — wouldn’t you?”

Mary was slowly turning around and around where she stood, easing down the waistband of her panties here and there, just enough to reveal quick glimpses of her nakedness — teasing her mother, teasing me. She was flashing bits of her downy pubes, the cleft of her buttocks and the glistening wetness of her rosy pudendum. Then she halted just a couple of feet away from me and, with one hand, began to stroke her slit through the gauzy material of her underpants. Her eyes caught mine, and she licked her lips so sensuously that I moaned out loud.

“Don’t play with us, honeybunch… take your panties off!” her mother said. “We want to see all of you.”

With that Mary tugged her knickers down to her feet, then stepped from them. Straightening, she posed proudly before us, exposing her beautiful cunt — a juicy pink slit, adorned with a soft triangle of golden pubes.

Janet turned to me, drew my face to hers and kissed me roughly. I couldn’t resist — my lips parted, and our tongues met in a hot, sexy tangle. Then she pulled back, flushed with excitement.

“Lucy, would you like my daughter to eat your pussy?” she whispered. “Right here, right now. She’s only fourteen, but she goes down like a porno star. Would you like that?”

There was no thought of my refusing my neighbor’s offer, not for an instant. I had to have this luscious nymph. I kissed Janet hungrily, letting my tongue dart in and out of her mouth, then drew back to whisper, “Yes.”

She looked up at her daughter and smiled. Mary giggled, then knelt between my legs. She rested her hands on my knees, slowly trailing the tips of her fingers up my thighs until they rested upon the waistband of my panties. Leaning forward, Mary closed her eyes as she inhaled deeply, savoring the thick aroma — a sight that made me dizzy with lust.

I raised my ass slightly, and she slid my underwear down and off. Mary then gently spread my legs apart, opening me up to her avid gaze.

“Go ahead, sweetheart. Show Ms. Gable all the things I taught you,” Janet cooed as she unbuttoned my blouse and threw it open, then made quick work of the bra, undoing the front clasp with a flick.

The beautiful young girl eagerly parted her lips as she burrowed between my thighs. I leaned back and watched in happy disbelief as she took her first taste of me, her tongue sliding into my pussy for a dizzying instant. Then she trailed her lips upward to place a light kiss upon my throbbing clit. It felt wonderful, and I placed my hands on her head, stroking her soft blond hair as she began to eat my pussy like a lover.

Janet’s lips sought mine, exploring my mouth in a sweet soul kiss. Our tongues mingled and danced, then she broke away to nuzzle a path down my neck and to my breasts. My breath hissed as she sucked my left nipple into her warm mouth. It was heaven, being pleasured by this mother/daughter couple… or at least a very enticing version of hell.

I was my old perverted self again, getting off to a fourteen-year-old girl licking my pussy. And the fact that her mother not only approved, but was joining in the fun and games — well, that made it even more exciting. Mary was eating me as voraciously she possibly could, licking and sucking my cunt like it was her first meal in days.

All of a sudden Janet gave me a quick kiss on the tip of my nose, whispered “I’ll be right back,” then left the room.

I don’t know for certain how long she was gone. Time meant nothing to me at that particular juncture. Mary kept taking me right up to the brink of orgasm without sending me over the edge, and it was getting me pretty crazy.

I heard Janet enter the room. A few seconds later, she spoke. “So, Lucy… is my daughter everything I said she’d be?”

I answered her with a moan, “Ohhhh… oh God, yes…”

“Hmmm. I guess, then, that you’d agree that it’s a good idea to train young girls in the art of pleasuring a woman,” she murmured. “Wouldn’t you?”

There was an odd note in Janet’s voice when she said that. Puzzled, I opened my eyes. My heart nearly stopped at what I saw.

There, sitting on Janet’s lap, leaning back against her breasts, was my daughter Belinda, in a tank top and panties! She was enfolded in Janet’s arms, staring intently at Mary as the voracious teen continued to eat me. Janet wore a devilish smile as she caressed my child, running her hands up and down Belinda’s bare legs.

I tried to stand up, but Mary held me in place, her mouth still working on my cunt, licking me harder. I sank back into the sofa, her wonderful tongue melting me back into my original position. I moaned in disbelief. Just like in my younger days, sex was standing squarely between me and morality.

Janet was kissing up and down Belinda’s neck, pausing once to slip her tongue into my baby girl’s ear. I watched as her hand wandered between my daughter’s open legs, fondling her pussy through the pink cotton underpants she wore.

“I hope that you don’t mind me taking your little girl under my wing,” she said, casually slipping a hand into Belinda’s panties.

I gaped in disbelief at my child, watching her sigh happily as Janet’s fingers found her slit. Her face was positively blissful as she squirmed in her older lover’s lap, letting Janet have her as she liked.

My horror diminished somewhat as I saw how happy Belinda was. At least she wasn’t being forced to do these things…

Forced? Yeah, right. In fact, my twelve-year-old was in ecstasy, nuzzling Janet’s neck as the woman’s hand moved about inside those plain cotton panties, expertly masturbating her.

“Your little girl loves to be touched, Lucy,” Janet happily sighed. “She even likes it when I put a finger into her cute little bottom. Don’t you, sweetheart?” she murmured into Belinda’s ear.

Belinda’s eyes met mine — and she nodded in agreement, sighing, “I do, Mommy. I love it when Aunt Janet touches me.”

“I’ve been teaching her everything about how to please a woman, you know… and she’s a perfect little student. Last night she went down on me and Mary both. Mmmm… what a hot little lover she’s become.” With that, Janet tilted Belinda’s face up to hers and gave my daughter a ravenous kiss. This was such a shock to see — this voluptuous, full breasted woman Frenching my twelve-year-old child, all the while rhythmically fingering Belinda’s slit.

As my little girl and her grownup lover made out in front of me, Mary’s hot mouth continued to do wondrous things to my pussy. And all I could do was lie back and take in the show.

I felt lightheaded, incredulous, musing on all these years that I’d restrained my slutty nature, striving to set a good example for my youngest daughter. Now I’d discovered that Belinda was deep into lesbian sex action that would have had me fleeing in terror when I was her age. Perverse as it seems, I actually felt a tiny surge of pride.

Janet began to roll Belinda’s panties down her thighs, while my little girl began to clumsily unbutton Janet’s top. They tenderly undressed one another, slipping out of their clothes until both were naked. Then Belinda was straddling the older woman’s leg, fondling her breasts. I watched my child grind herself against Janet’s thigh — head thrown back, mouth open.

Eyes glazed with pleasure, Janet reached around my daughter to cup her childlike buttocks, spreading her cheeks apart. Her eyes met mine as she took a finger, wet from Belinda’s pussy, and slid it deep into her asshole. Belinda moaned into Janet’s mouth — not a moan of discomfort, either, but of purest rapture.

Janet broke from their kiss, and with Belinda’s gasping lips only an inch from her own, she whispered, “Oh, Belinda… you’re my sweet little lover. Aren’t you?”

Belinda shivered with excitement as she answered, “Yes, Aunt Janet… yes, I am.”

“Tell your mommy what you did last night with Mary and me, what you did to us. Tell her!”

Belinda looked over at me, blushing prettily. “I… I did all kinds of stuff, Mommy. I licked their pussies, both of them. And Mary’s bottom hole, too. Then Aunt Janet, she had me put my whole hand inside her. It was so much fun!”

Hearing those lewd words from a twelve-year-old nymphet would be enough to get me hot. But when they came from a girl of twelve who also happened to be my daughter — well, it transformed my pussy into a roaring furnace.

Belinda turned back to Janet, and the two lovers exchanged a brief but torrid kiss, tongues mingling for a few seconds. Janet drew away, caressing my daughter’s cheek. “Now, little one… show your mommy how much you love to lick me.”

Belinda grinned with delight as she slid down from Janet’s thigh and turned to kneel between her legs. Janet scooted her ass up to the edge of the couch, then spread her legs as wide apart as she could. Staring down at my daughter, she slowly trailed a finger through her sticky folds. “Eat my pussy, baby… it’s waiting for you,” she growled, bringing that wet finger to her lips to taste.

My little girl was fixated on Janet’s vulva, so lewdly displayed before her. It was completely shaved, and made me think of a juicy pink mouth.

Drawn like a bee to clover, Belinda leaned in and began to delicately lick at her older lover’s bare slit. Then she fastened her mouth to the opening, kissing and sucking at the same time.

I couldn’t believe how aroused I became as I watched my youngest daughter pleasuring this beautiful woman — so wicked, yet so incredibly erotic! I could see Belinda’s lips grow wet and sticky as she went down on her friend’s mother, dutifully gazing up at Janet all the while.

My twelve-year-old daughter had become an adult woman’s sex toy, and was demonstrating her talents right before my eyes. It was also clear to me, when I saw her eyes dart over in my direction, just how much of Belinda’s excitement came from knowing I was watching her.

Taking note of how intently I observed their love play, Janet bent to whisper something to my daughter. Then, she and Belinda rose to their feet.

Padding over to the couch where I sat, Janet stood before me, arms folded over her breasts. “So, Lucy… do you like watching your little girl make love to me?”

“Ohhhh, yes,” was all I could managed to get out. Mary was still nuzzling my vulva, teasing the sensitive pink flesh with little flicks of her tongue.

Janet continued, a wicked gleam in her eye. “How about her and Mary trading places? Then you can find out for yourself what a hot little mouth Belinda has.” She glanced down at her daughter. “What do you think, hon? Shall we give Belinda a chance to pleasure her mother?”

I’m sure I had an apprehensive look on my face at that little suggestion, but Janet laughed. “Don’t worry, she wants to. We’ve already talked about it. After Pepper came by and told us about what you two did together last night, Belinda hasn’t stopped talking about how much she wants to be with you that way.” She shook her head admiringly. “You are one lucky woman, Lucy.”

Of course. I should have known. Pepper and I hadn’t done much talking last night after she seduced me in the back yard, so I’d never gotten around to asking her what she’d been doing there in the first place — but now, everything made sense. She was a part of this, too. And now I was about to be brought into the fold.

I stared into my little girl’s smiling face, stunned by the adoration I saw there. I’d always known that Belinda loved me — and now I realized that she desired me sexually as well.

Could I actually do this — allow my twelve-year-old daughter to fuck me? I’d already committed incest with Pepper, but at least she was of age. Sex with Belinda would add pedophilia to my lengthy list of broken taboos. I wasn’t sure that I was ready to descend this far into the abyss of perversion.

On the other hand, who was I trying to fool? If I’d really wanted to save Belinda from this twisted mother/daughter duo, I’d have phoned Janet and told her to stay the hell away from my little girl. Instead, I’d put on a sexy skirt and walked right into the lion’s den. Why? Because I wanted in on this hot lesbian action.

I’d been good for much too long — and sex with Pepper last night had been like coming home after years in the wilderness. Now, it was time for Mommy to go completely fucking wild.

Continue on to Part Three

 

The Joy of Looking, Chapter 106

  • Posted on February 17, 2016 at 2:33 pm

By Naughty Mommy

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Kate woke earlier than usual the next morning, perhaps still energized from our forbidden romp in the dark with our aunt the night before. I had already been awake for almost an hour by then, and was sitting up in bed, writing notes in my journal.

It was about 8:30 when her eyes popped open. She was lying on her stomach, but pushed herself up to gaze at me. “Wow, Julie, did that really happen?” my sister asked.

“Uh-huh,” I nodded, grinning at her. “It sure did.”

“Wow…” She turned over onto her back, slowly shaking her head. After a moment, she said, “Will we get in trouble?”

“No, I don’t think so. I mean, it was her idea to have the fashion show and stuff. She’s the one who took off her robe and let you take naked pictures of her. In fact, she asked you to. And then later she said it was okay for us to masturbate with her and everything. The rest of it… well, that just sort of happened. I don’t think she’ll be mad, if she even remembers what we did. She was pretty drunk, you know.”

“Yeah, I know. But what about Mommy? Are we gonna tell her about it? Won’t she be mad?”

I smiled to myself as I recalled that stimulating dream I’d had. “No, I don’t think that’s a problem. We can tell Mommy, and I have a feeling she’ll be perfectly happy with what we did.”

“Really?”

“Yeah.” I felt quite confident about it.

“Okay, if you say so.”

For the next minute or so we were quiet, both of us just thinking. Then Kate said, “I’m hungry. Do you want to take a shower, or get something to eat first?”

We decided on a shower, after which we got dressed and quickly packed our bags. Aunt Barbara was up by then, and breakfast had been delivered. We enjoyed blueberry pancakes with sausages and freshly-squeezed orange juice.

“What time is your flight?” Our aunt asked, as we were finishing the meal. “About noon?”

“Yes, ma’am,” I nodded, “at, um, 12:05.”

She glanced at her watch. “All right, so we really need to leave pretty soon. Are you kids packed and ready to go?”

We were. Twenty minutes later, we’d left the big resort hotel and were driving along the road past Lake Tahoe on our way to Reno. The scenery was beautiful, really spectacular. I was happy to be going home, though. I’d missed my mom and Dana and Molly and Chelsea. But I was also glad we’d had such a fun time on our trip, meeting Fucker and then having a night to remember with Aunt Barbara. I wondered again how much she would remember about what we’d done with her. She hadn’t said anything to us about it that morning, although she did seem kind of groggy, perhaps hung over.

Anyway, we got to the airport and parked, and she came inside with us. At the gate, as we were waiting to board, Kate dug into her bag and pulled out a thumb drive. With a smile, she handed it to our aunt.

“Here,” she said. “You can put this in your computer. It has the pictures I took of the lake and stuff, and the mountains, and also the ones you took of us last night, you know, our fashion show.”

“Oh, thank you, honey,” said Aunt Barbara. “That’s sweet of you.”

She gave Kate a kiss on the cheek, but I saw that she was frowning slightly, perhaps thinking about some of the naughty ways she’d asked us to pose for her in our sexy lingerie, or about the way she had posed nude for Kate, even spreading her legs for the camera.

I winked at my sister and she giggled. What our aunt didn’t know yet is that there were a few extra photos on the memory stick — shots that Kate and I had taken just that morning after our shower. We’d decided to leave her a little surprise, several pics of each of us on the bed, completely naked. In one of them, I had my fingers on my pussy, opening my labia so she could see my pink center. There was a similar photo of Kate, along with others that were less explicit but still provocative. We hoped she would enjoy our parting gift.

It was time to board. We exchanged hugs and kisses, then waved goodbye to Aunt Barbara. Soon we were in the air, on our way home.

On the plane, I got out my journal and started writing again. Earlier that morning, I’d written about Allie, aka Fucker, and the things Kate and I had done with her that weekend, but now I added notes about some of the other girls and women I’d recently met. It had been almost a month since I’d taken the time to fully update the journal, since right before school started, and a lot had happened in that time.

I wrote about Hannah and Lindsey, and their moms, Lauren and Kelsey, and the interesting sleepover at their house. I mentioned Ms. Firth too, my sexy Art & Design teacher. I wrote about Karen, of course, and how exciting it was to meet up with her again, and I also wrote about Chelsea’s new friend Samantha, and her tall pretty mom, Megan.

Looking back over my earlier entries, I made sure I’d said enough about how fun it was to play Undercover Spy that first time with Riley, and I checked the notes I’d written about Riley’s mother, Paula, about how hot she was and how I hoped I might someday be able to watch her have sex with my mom. It all seemed fine. I made only a couple of minor additions.

As I was doing all this work, my sister Kate was happily playing with her Game Boy, while also listening to a Le Tigre CD in one ear. And by the time I was finally done, we were starting our descent — back home again!

Dana and Chelsea met us at the airport. Our mom and Molly were still driving back from their horseback riding trip at the mountain lodge. When we got to the house they were there, and we had a happy reunion.

* * *

The days went by. I saw Karen again that week, when our small group of students was bussed to the high school for special classes. She drove me home after school on Friday. We stopped in the park as we’d done before and had sex, fingering each other to orgasm while we made out.

Karen still wasn’t ready to meet up with the rest of my family again, but said she would be soon. She asked me not to say anything about her to my mom or anyone until then, though, and I agreed.

Anyhow, I had other things to think about. I’d hoped to spend some time with Hannah that weekend, but it didn’t really work out. On Friday night, I babysat for Elaine Gallagher’s kids, and then on Saturday, Hannah had a babysitting job of her own, taking care of two small boys on her block. Their mom and dad had to go to a wedding out of town, so Hannah was at their house all afternoon and until late that night. She and I did get to see each other for a little while on Sunday, but we were never alone alone enough to really do much of anything. Oh well.

On Sunday evening, however, there was a significant new development. The family was just finishing dinner when Molly asked our mom if she could have Lindsey for a sleepover on the following Friday night. I jumped in and proposed that I ask Hannah too, the same way Molly and I had slept over at their house together. Our mother seemed to think that was fine — but then Chelsea asked if Samantha could come as well.

“Wait a minute,” Mommy laughed. “This isn’t a hotel. How many kids do you think we can fit in here? With Samantha too, and Chelsea and Lindsey, that’ll be four in your bed, Molly. That won’t work, will it?”

“We could sleep on the floor,” said Molly. “Or down here, in the family room, like at my slumber party, remember?”

“Well…”

“Please, Mommy, can we?” Chelsea begged.

“All right, I suppose so,” my mother consented, with a theatrical sigh and a roll of her eyes.

“Oh, come on, tell the truth,” I said to her. “You don’t really mind having all those little girls here, do you? Running around in their jammies and things?”

My mom raised her eyebrows. “The truth?” She looked first at Chelsea, then at Molly, licking her lips. “The truth is I love having all this pussy around me… the more little girl pussy, the better. That’s the honest truth.”

My younger sisters giggled. Kate I did too.

“So, yes, you kids can have your friends for a sleepover here any time you like. Not on school nights, of course, but any other time. I love seeing all those cute little girls, and… thinking about them.”

“Mmm,” Dana sighed. She had a hand on her breast, gently fondling it through her blouse.

“But while we’re on the subject,” Mommy added, “let me remind you kids once again how important it is that you don’t ever say anything about, well, about the special things we do together, in bed with each other. Not everyone would necessarily be willing to accept that. You know what I mean. So just be careful, all right?”

We nodded in agreement. Our mother often talked to us about this, and we all understood the need for caution.

* * *

By the time Friday night came around, one more person had been added to the mix. In addition to Hannah and Lindsey and Samantha, there was Megan, Samantha’s mother. She wouldn’t be staying overnight, but Mommy had invited her to join us for supper. With such a big crowd, we decided not to cook, instead just ordering a variety of sandwiches and wraps from the deli near us.

While we were eating, the typically bubbly Samantha exclaimed, “I wanna play Undercover Spy after dinner! Mommy, you play with us, okay?”

Well, now, this was a quandary. We had told Megan only a little bit about the game up until that point, when she’d come to our house for dinner the first time. So unless Samantha had said more to her about it, which I suppose was possible, the woman didn’t know the unconventional rules — things like the requirement of a naked strip-search in the darkness of a closet — and we had no way of knowing how she might react to them.

There was another thing too. Neither Lindsey nor Hannah had played the game yet. As far as I knew, the only initiates outside of our family were Riley, Emily, and Samantha. I was pretty sure, though, after kissing in bed with Hannah and Lindsey during the sleepover at their place, that the two of them would likely enjoy our game a lot. But what about Megan? Would she be shocked, offended, outraged?

Evidently my mother had some of the same concerns. “Oh, sweetie, I don’t know about that,” she said to Samantha, smiling gently. “I think your mommy and Dana and I might want to just sit and talk for a while after we finish eating. You kids can play the game later on, before bed, all right?” Meaning, of course, after Megan had already left to go home.

Samantha appeared to accept this, but with a pout. I noticed something else, however. My sister Kate was frowning slightly and nodding to herself as she looked around the table at each person. It seemed to me she might be scheming, working on a plan.

I was right, she was. As soon as we’d all been excused and left the table, Kate gathered the younger girls around her and led them upstairs. Motioning Hannah to come along too, I joined them. We all went into Kate’s bedroom, where she closed the door, then said, “You guys really want to play that game, right? Undercover Spy?”

The kids nodded eagerly.

“And Samantha, you want your mommy to play the game with us too, huh?”

“Yeah, I do, I really do!”

“Okay, well, I think that’s an awesome idea,” Kate beamed. “I think everyone oughta play it together — all of us, and your mom, and our mom, and Dana too. Is that what you guys want?”

She received almost complete agreement. Not entirely universal, though, because I demurred. “Oh, Kate, I don’t know…”

“Come on, Julie, you know you want to. Think how fun it would be!”

The others chimed in, arguing in favor.

“I know, but…”

They soon convinced me, and it wasn’t really that hard to do. The longer I thought about the prospect of being naked in the dark with all of these girls and the three sexy women, the more I found it impossible to resist.

During our debate, Hannah had said almost nothing. Lindsey supported the idea, even though she didn’t know yet how to play the game. She was simply caught up in the others’ enthusiasm.

After I agreed, however, Hannah said, “Um, why didn’t you want to do it at first, Julie?”

“Well, uh, because… some of the rules are… I mean, see, it’s a game you play, like, naked. Everyone has to be naked.”

Her eyes went wide. A huge smile split her face. “Really? That’s brill!”

“Yeah, well, I only hope, you know, that Samantha’s mom thinks so, too.”

“Let’s go find out,” said Kate, with a mischievous grin. “We’ll all go down together and say we took a vote and decided that they have to play with us, everyone, including the grownups, all right?”

“Yeah!” the kids chorused.

So, we marched downstairs and gathered in a body around the women, who were conversing over coffee in the family room. Kate informed the three of them about the vote we’d just held, then asked us for a confirming show of hands. All went up, including mine and Hannah’s — and Dana’s too!

Our mother leaned back in her chair, shaking her head as she smiled up at us. “Well, well, well… I can see I’m vastly outnumbered.”

She turned to Megan, seated on the sofa beside Dana. “I hope you have, shall we say, an open mind. Because this is sort of an unusual game.”

“Why’s that?” the redhead asked.

“Uh, well, Kate? Would you like to explain the rules to her?” said Mommy.

My sister blushed and giggled, but said nothing. For once, she appeared tongue-tied. So I stepped in, “Um, I think it might work better if we kind of just explain the rules as we go along, you know?”

Kate nodded, looking at me gratefully. “Yeah, Julie’s right.”

“But, um, just one thing,” I continued. “See, Megan, it’s like my mom said, you definitely need to have an open mind. So… before we start, will you agree, as a player in the game, to go along and do whatever the rules say, no matter what it might be?”

“No matter what?” she asked.

“Uh-huh,” I nodded. “No matter what. And that goes for everyone else too. Hannah and Lindsey, you guys haven’t played before either. So can you agree, right at the start, that you’ll play the game and follow the rules, whatever they are?”

“Sure,” Hannah said, and Lindsey agreed too.

“All right, I’m up for it,” said Megan, rubbing her hands together. “Sounds like an adventure!”

“Good,” I nodded, smiling at Kate. “Let’s do it.”

“Okay, well, this should be fun,” my mom said, as she got to her feet. “Megan, maybe you can just pretend you’re on a visit to Las Vegas. You know their slogan, ‘What Happens Here, Stays Here’?”

The woman giggled, “Yeah, I’ve heard that.”

Neither of them said anything more on the subject, but I watched them exchange a long look. It seemed to be confirming the need for and the commitment to confidentiality regarding the game we were about to play.

Megan stood up. “Okay, so, how do we start?”

“Well,” said Kate, “first we need to have teams…”

With a hand on her chin, she slowly surveyed the group. There were ten of us altogether: three women, two young teenagers (me and Hannah), plus five pre-teen girls, including Kate. She came to a decision and started separating us. “This time we’ll have three teams instead of two,” my sister said, as she moved us into place.

When she’d finished, we were standing in three small groups. The first contained my mom (Suzanne), along with Lindsey, and Samantha. The second consisted of Dana, Molly, and Hannah, and in the third were Megan, Chelsea, and me.

Kate nodded, apparently happy with the arrangement. “And I’ll be the evil scientist,” she told us.

Then she went to a cabinet by the TV and opened the bottom door. Inside was a large wicker basket holding assorted items of clothing left over from Molly’s slumber party the previous March. She rummaged through the basket until she found what she was looking for.

“Three teams,” she smiled as she walked back to us. “Red, yellow, and blue.” In her hands were a variety of colorful scarves and a couple of hair ribbons. “Who wants which color? Um, Lindsey, since you haven’t played before, your team can choose first. You wanna be blue, red, or yellow?”

The little blonde thought for a moment, then said, “Um — blue!”

“Okay.” Kate handed three scarves in various shades of blue to Lindsey, Samantha, and our mom, instructing them to tie them around their foreheads, which they did. Then she turned to Hannah. “You can choose next, for your team. Red or yellow?”

“Red!” Hannah said immediately.

“All right.” My sister supplied two red scarves and a red ribbon to Hannah, Dana, and Molly. The third team, by default, would be yellow. Megan, Chelsea, and I each were given yellowish scarves and ribbons. We tied them around our foreheads.

“Now, next thing,” Kate said, “is we have to turn out all the lights, both the inside and the outside ones too. It has to be as dark as we can make it.”

As we fanned out, shutting off all the lights downstairs and tightly closing the curtains, it occurred to me that in the dark, you really couldn’t see the colors of our scarves very well, distinguishing between the teams. But I assumed it didn’t really matter that much — the idea was to create a team identity and give us a sense of connection, of solidarity. That seemed to make sense.

Anyway, then Kate led us all upstairs. She asked us to wait in the hallway for a moment and went into her room, returning a moment later with the orange plastic water bottle, already labeled FORMULA X. She explained to the novices, Megan, Hannah, and Lindsey, that the bottle contained the secret formula she, the evil scientist, had invented. With this, she could rule the world, dominating everyone. It was up to us, the teams of undercover spies, to get the formula away from her. But only one team could win. We would be competing for the honor.

She took us to the end of the hall, into our mother’s bedroom, shutting off the hall light behind us. The only light still on was a lamp on Mommy’s dresser. Other than that, the house was completely dark.

“Now,” Kate said, “comes the most important part. Before we start, we all have to search each other, checking to see nobody has any hidden weapons, okay? That’s what real spies do.” She looked around at each of us, making sure we all seemed to accept this. Then she continued, “We’re gonna go in Mommy’s closet.”

Kate walked across the room and opened the door. It was a large walk-in closet, perhaps eight feet long by six feet wide. Of course, it would be extremely constricted with ten women and girls packed in there — but that was part of the fun.

After flipping on the lights in the closet, my sister asked me to turn the lamp on the dresser off and instructed us all to come with her into the enclosed space. We crowded in, giggling. She shut the door behind us.

It was bright inside, the closet well-lit to facilitate the choosing of clothes. I could hardly move, though, without bumping into someone. We were crammed in super close. I was right behind Megan, pressed up almost against her back. Chelsea was on one side of me, Kate on the other.

“It’s time for the search,” Kate told us, “looking for hidden weapons. You have to check everyone now, even the people on your own team. But the thing is, in order to be really sure nobody’s hiding anything, the search has to be done naked. So, first we all have to take each other’s clothes off.”

Megan gasped, “What the…?”

From behind her, I said, “Remember your promise. Follow the rules, no matter what.”

After a pause, the tall redhead nodded. “You’re right, I did say that. No matter what. Okay.”

My mother winked at her. “It’s Las Vegas time.”

Megan giggled. Several others did too. Kate asked, “Is everybody ready?”

My heart was beating fast. This was my favorite part of the game — I would get to search Megan and everyone else, naked! Except that before we’d done it in the dark. Was Kate planning to leave the lights on this time?

As if in answer to my unspoken question, the light suddenly switched off and we were plunged into utter blackness. Following such bright illumination, the dark now appeared absolute. Pretty smart of Kate, I thought.

It felt much warmer too. Of course, with all those bodies packed in so tightly, you would expect a lot of heat, but the darkness seemed to accentuate it somehow. I was sweating.

“Okay,” said Kate, “take off the clothes of whoever’s next to you. We all have to be completely naked. Go ahead, grab her and start stripping.”

“Oh my god,” I heard Megan whisper.

I placed my hands on the woman’s waist, then found the zipper on the back of her skirt and pulled it down. Other hands were on me, grabbing me, feeling me and lifting my shirt up, opening my shorts and tugging them down. As we worked, Kate kept telling us to move around, check for more clothes, take them all off. It took a few minutes, crammed in like we were, and caused more than a few laughs — not to mention gasps and sighs — but eventually I could feel nothing else but skin as my fingers reached all around, touching, exploring.

We were nude, all ten of us, but that was only the first half of the process. Kate said, “Now, grab the person next to you and search her. Search her all over, touching her everywhere. Make sure she doesn’t have any hidden weapons.”

My hands eagerly complied. I felt bodies, feminine bodies… some were small, young, prepubescent, with flat chests, skinny legs, and no hips… others, like mine, were partially developed, with puffy nipples, growing breast buds, perhaps a trace of pubic hair, if it hadn’t been shaved away… and still others were mature, with wider hips, full bottoms, heavy breasts…

Ah, these boobs have to be my mom’s, I thought, as I grabbed and squeezed. Dana’s were much smaller, and I was pretty sure Megan’s were too — maybe not as small as Dana’s, but not as large as my mother’s. A moment later, when my hands encountered a different woman in the blackness, that was confirmed. Megan’s breasts felt very nice under my touch, but not as round as my mom’s, and they hung down a little more. Her nipples were very hard, though.

“Remember, everybody has to search everybody, okay?” Kate reminded us. “So try to keep count. Make sure you touch and feel and search at least nine different people, if you can.”

Well, there was no way I could actually keep track like that. I’d already touched I don’t know how many women and girls, half a dozen at least, and I hadn’t been trying to count or anything. But that didn’t matter. I just kept going around, squeezing through the mass of hot, sweaty bodies, grabbing everyone, running my hands all over them, touching their faces, their chests, their butts, reaching between their legs.

Hands were on me too, so many hands, rubbing me, feeling me… pinching my nipples, stroking my labia, pushing between my ass cheeks, probing, seeking… then I felt soft lips on my lips, a wet mouth kissing mine.

It was my mom. In the hidden dark, she kissed me deeply, shoving her tongue inside, while at the same time her finger pressed in below, sliding between moist pussy lips, finding my center, entering my vagina, fucking me.

Was this really going to happen? An orgy, right there in the closet?

No, it turned out not to be, though that would have been nice. After only a couple of quick thrusts inside my cunt, Mommy pulled her finger out. She brought it to my mouth and I tasted myself. She sucked the finger too, just briefly, then kissed me once more and moved away, on to the next person.

I immediately reached for someone else as well, finding a small body — was it Chelsea? Samantha? Maybe Lindsey? I wasn’t sure. But I grabbed the girl, pulling her tightly to me. I didn’t kiss her, just held her close, squeezing her little bottom in my hands, pushing my leg between her thighs. Her vulva felt hot against my skin. The girl’s hands were on my breasts, fondling my nipples. She and I might have done a lot more with each other if we’d had the chance, but I’ll never know, because just then Kate announced that the search was over.

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