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The Joy of Looking, Chapter 105

  • Posted on February 15, 2016 at 2:51 pm

By Naughty Mommy

It was pitch dark. I could hardly see a thing. There was one large window in the master bedroom of the hotel suite, but it was covered with heavy curtains, tightly drawn. A clock radio on the side of the bed by Kate glowed dimly, and there were faint red and blue status lights on the plasma TV and on the DVD player. That was all, though.

I turned my head to the side, trying to see Aunt Barbara. I could barely make her out, only the outline of her profile. But I could sense movement. There was no question about it — she was definitely masturbating. Her head bobbed in time with the other motion I felt, the bed rocking slightly, the mattress bouncing a bit. My aunt was breathing fast as well, breathing audibly, sometimes gasping and quietly moaning. She was already off to a fast start, and I was still just lying there!

It made me smile to think how quickly Aunt Barbara had begun. She must have been just itching for it the whole time we were talking. I put one hand on my breast, playing with the nipple, while the other went between my legs, massaging my clit, then sliding down to dip into my vagina. I was very wet, and I could usually come pretty quickly when I wanted to. Still, something was missing. It didn’t bother me that much not to be able to see each other, but at least I want to hear their voices.

So I asked, “Have you guys started yet?”

“I have,” Kate replied immediately.

After a short pause, Aunt Barbara said, “Yeah, I have. I’ve started.”

“Okay,” I said. I rubbed myself faster, both hands between my legs now, one working on my clit, the other teasing my vagina.

After another minute or so, when I felt an orgasm slowly beginning to build, I spoke up again. “Sometimes,” I said, “when me and Kate are doing it together, we like to try to, you know, get there at the same time. Do you wanna do that?”

“All right, we can do that,” Aunt Barbara answered. Her voice was shaky, throaty.

“How close are you?” I asked.

“Pretty… fucking… close.”

“Okay.” I rubbed my clit faster, trying to catch up. “Kate, how about you? Close yet?”

“Uh-huh, uh-huh,” she said in practically a squeak. I knew what that meant: she was right on the edge. “Any time,” she added.

“Yeah, me too,” panted Aunt Barbara, “any time… like… like… like right fucking NOW!”

I heard a groan from the center of the bed and then a squeal from the far side. The mattress was shaking with the energy of their climaxes — and that was all I needed. I’d been afraid I might not get there in time, but when I heard them both coming and felt the physical impacts of their orgasms, that put me over the top.

The first thing I noticed as I returned to the land of the living after enjoying la petite mort was the heady aroma, that smell I love so much. I took a deep breath, closing my eyes and inhaling through my nose… mmm, so very nice, the spicy perfume of feminine sex, the scent of pussy… it was strong in the room.

No one was saying anything. I could hear heavy breathing and felt the covers rise and fall, but the clearest sign of what we’d just done together was that delicious scent filling the air. I took another deep breath, then lifted a hand to my mouth so I could taste it as well, licking my fingers. And I did more than just lick them. I rubbed the sticky fingers on my face, bringing the other hand up too, spreading my yummy juices all around on my lips, my cheeks, my chin, my nose, my forehead, everywhere. I wanted to be bathed in sex.

When I thought about that, I realized how badly I wanted to come again. Well, I really wanted something else — I wanted to fuck my aunt and my sister, and have them fuck me — but I didn’t think our aunt was ready for that yet. She might be at some point, perhaps, but probably not yet. So instead I just murmured, “That was nice.”

I heard happy sighs of agreement from the others. And then I asked, “Um, can you do it more than once, Aunt Barbara? Because I can, and Kate can too. We almost always do.”

There was a pause, and then an amused laugh. “More than once? Oh yeah, hell yeah.”

“Good,” I said, “because I really want to do it again. Kate, do you want to?”

“I already am.”

“You are?” I giggled.

“She’s not the only one,” said Aunt Barbara. “I am too!”

We all laughed together, giddy with the intoxication of sexual arousal — and yes, one of us was intoxicated with something else too — then settled down to masturbate again. Except now I had another idea.

“Um, is it all right this time if I talk a little bit while we’re doing it?”

“If you talk?” Aunt Barbara asked.

“Yeah, oh my god,” said Katie, “she’s so good at that. When Julie talks to me while we’re doing it, she gets me so hot, I mean like drives me insane.”

I heard my aunt’s voice in the dark. “Oh, really? What do you talk about?”

“Um, you know, about whatever it is that turns us on the most, I guess. Like, um, when you do it by yourself, what do you think about?”

“What do I think about?” she asked.

“Yeah. Like, I mean, is it maybe people kissing or having sex? Do you think about, I don’t know, a really good-looking man you like? Maybe a movie star, like, oh, Johnny Depp, or someone you know in real life — is that the kind of thing you think about?”

After a pause, she answered, “Uh, well, sometimes, I suppose…”

“So, what else do you think about? Like, um, maybe sexy women instead of men? ‘Cause I think about that a lot. In fact, I actually never think about men, only women and girls. Is that what you think about?”

A longer pause this time. Then, “…yes.”

I was already rubbing myself, of course. It makes it a lot hotter for me when I can talk while masturbating with someone, or even when making love. The communication, the open sharing of thoughts and feelings, for some reason that really gets me going.

My clit was hard under my fingers, my pussy dripping onto the sheets. It wasn’t going to take long at all for me to come this time, but I wanted to extend the discussion, try to get my aunt to reveal more to us about her sexual fantasies, so I deliberately slowed down my self-manipulation.

I also decided to take a chance. “Can I ask you something, Aunt Barbara? Something personal?”

“Personal??” she chuckled. “Don’t you think what we’re doing now is pretty personal?”

“Yeah, but… I mean, I want to ask you about things you do and stuff. If that’s okay.”

“Well… sure, why not. Go ahead, ask away.”

“All right, um… see, what I want know is, do you ever, like, watch pornography or anything? You don’t have to answer if you don’t want to.”

“Hmm, well…”

“It’s okay to tell us, though. We won’t be shocked or anything. Kate and I have both seen porn. It’s not like the old days, you know, where kids were more innocent.”

“No, I guess it’s not.”

“So, do you watch it sometimes?”

My aunt took a few seconds before answering. I heard a sharp intake of breath, and a groan. Her movements were increasingly urgent, the bed bouncing more noticeably. Apparently this subject was turning her on.

“Yeah, I… I do,” she finally said. “I watch porn. I like it.”

“I like it too,” I replied. “What kind do you watch most?”

“Uh…”

“Do you like lesbian porn? Girls together?”

The pause again. And then, “Uh-huh, I like that.”

“Me too. I like to see girls kissing. And touching each other. Is that what you like?”

“Yes… it is.” She groaned again, more loudly. Her breath was coming very fast.

“Are you getting close?” I asked.

“Uh-huh.”

“Kate, what about you?”

“Yeah, I am,” my sister said. “But keep talking, Julie. I like it.”

“Okay. Um, yeah, I really like to see pretty girls kissing and touching each other, fingers rubbing soft skin…”

As I said that, I reached my left hand across my body to touch Aunt Barbara’s arm. She was on my right. My other hand was working between my legs.

When she felt my caress, fingers lightly stroking her arm, she gasped and sighed, clearly enjoying the contact, but at the same time whispered, “No…”

I didn’t stop. I continued touching her, my fingertips slowly sliding up her arm to her shoulder. “Girls are so soft. Women are so beautiful. Don’t you think?”

She didn’t reply.

I shifted slightly closer on the bed, until our arms and legs were touching. Her skin was warm. My fingers gently caressed her shoulder, then moved further across a few inches, to the top of her chest.

“No,” she whispered again, while making no real effort to stop me.

“I love to see girls together,” I continued. “Pretty girls kissing each other, touching each other. Or even… a younger girl with an older woman. That really turns me on. I love that.”

I found the swell of her breast, moved my fingers down a bit, almost but not quite reaching the nipple, then eased around to the side, surrounding her tit, taking it in my hand, softly squeezing.

“Do you like that too, Aunt Barbara? Lesbian porn where women have sex with young girls? is that what you like?”

“Julie, I — I can’t —”

That wasn’t my aunt, it was my sister. Kate was starting to come. We heard a squeal, felt the mattress bounce hard beneath us.

“God! Fuck!!” Aunt Barbara cried.

She was coming too. I wasn’t quite there yet — I’d backed off too much — so instead, I squeezed my aunt’s breast more tightly and then slid my fingers up to the taut nipple, pinching it, twisting it, as she climaxed. It was so amazing to be where I was, even if I wasn’t ready to come… just to be holding her breast, playing with her nipple, fondling the woman’s naked body under the covers in the darkness of her bedroom as she reached orgasm.

I continued rubbing my clit, but turned onto my side, facing her. With a hand still on her breast, I kissed her shoulder, then her neck, detecting the scent of her perfume along with the stronger aroma of her climax. And this one lasted a really long time. She just kept coming, again and again, as I squeezed the fat nipple and kissed and licked her neck.

Eventually, her spasms receded. “God… god…” she panted, then brought a hand up, trying to push my fingers away from her tit. But I didn’t budge, not at all. I stayed right where I was, my hand clutching her breast. After a second or two, she appeared to give in, raising her hand to her face, pushing away a few strands of hair, wiping her brow as she sighed, “God… oh my god…” before dropping the hand to her side again.

Two or three minutes went by, Aunt Barbara’s breathing gradually becoming calmer. Everyone was quiet. I gently massaged her breast, not with any urgency, just making sure she knew my hand was there.

Finally I said, in a small voice, “Um, I didn’t, you know… I mean… I didn’t come that time. So is it okay if I do it now? Do you mind?”

There was no response from her, nothing at all. I lifted my head, looking more closely at my aunt. Her eyes were closed, her lips slightly parted, chest rising and falling very slowly. It looked like she was asleep.

“Kate,” I whispered.

“Huh?” My sister pushed herself up on an elbow. It was dark, but I could see her cute chipmunk face.

“I think she fell asleep, or passed out.”

“She did?”

I nodded. Then I said, “Aunt Barbara?”

No reply, no movement, not even a flutter of the eyelids. Just calm, slow breathing. I leaned in closer and softly kissed her lips. Still no response. Apparently all that alcohol and then the orgasms had taken their toll.

I gently pushed the covers down, almost to her waist, revealing the woman’s full, round breasts. Licking my lips, I caught Kate’s eye and nodded to her. Then I lowered my face to Aunt Barbara’s nipple and licked it.

“Julie!” Kate hissed. I glanced up at her. She was shaking her head in disapproval.

“It’s okay,” I whispered. “Mommy said I should.”

“What??”

“Come on, you do it too.”

I licked the nipple again, feeling it lengthen and stiffen under my tongue.

Kate watched me for a moment, then looked at the tit nearest her, staring at the nipple. I saw her licking her lips, as I had done. The temptation must simply have been irresistible, because her face moved closer, closer… and then her lips parted and she covered the nipple, taking it into her mouth, sucking on it.

I liked that idea, a lot. It turned me on. I began to suck the nipple too, loving the rubbery hardness in my mouth, the slightly tart taste.

Aunt Barbara moaned. I raised my head for a moment, checking on her. She still seemed to be asleep. Her eyes were closed, her body relaxed. I nodded at Kate, and we didn’t stop. She and I sucked and licked the woman’s big nipples for another minute or so, grinning back and forth at each other.

Soon our aunt began to respond. She was breathing faster. Her legs started to twitch. She moaned again. I took my mouth from the breast, replacing it with my hand, squeezing and pulling the hard, wet nipple. Shifting a little higher on the bed, I placed my mouth by her ear, softly saying, “You’re having a dream, the best dream you’ve ever had… two young girls are in your bed, playing with you, making love to you…”

I saw my aunt’s lips move. At first I couldn’t understand what she’d said, if anything. But as I bent closer to her, cocking my head, I could hear a whisper, “Young girls, young girls…”

In her ear, I said, “Yes, young girls, in your bed… they want to love you, play with you, kiss you and touch you…”

“Yes.” Her voice was slightly louder now.

“And they want you to play with them, too… they want you to touch them.”

I reached down and found Aunt Barbara’s hand, resting at her side. Squirming around a bit, I managed to get it tucked between my legs, her fingers pressing against my pussy.

I said to her, “Please, put your finger inside. The girl wants you to fuck her. She needs it. Feel how warm she is, how wet she is. Put your finger inside.”

With my hand holding hers, I rubbed the woman’s fingers inside my slit. I really was very wet.

“Please do it. She wants you to fuck her. Put your fingers inside.”

“Inside…”

Her eyes were closed. It looked like my aunt was asleep, but she was responding — a little bit, anyway — so she must have been a halfway state, between dreaming and awake. Her hand wasn’t moving much, though, lying mostly limp. It was frustrating, because I wasn’t just saying that. I really did want her to fuck me!

So I took charge. Gripping her middle finger in my fingers, I placed it at the opening to my vagina, then pushed it in. God, it felt nice. “Fuck me,” I said, “fuck my pussy.”

Aunt Barbara was coming to life. Her hand began to move, the finger sliding deeper inside me.

“That’s right, fuck my pussy,” I repeated.

I glanced down at my sister. Kate was astride our aunt’s leg. It looked like she was humping her. Her hands were on the woman’s breasts, squeezing and pushing them together so she could go back and forth from one big nipple to the other, licking and sucking them both.

In my aunt’s ear, I said, “What a great dream, the hottest dream you’ve ever had… two girls in your bed and you’re having sex with them, fucking them.”

“Fucking, fucking… yes.” Her finger moved faster inside me.

My hand was on my clit now. I didn’t need to guide Aunt Barbara any more. She was doing the work on her own — and I was quickly getting close to an orgasm. “Fuck me, fuck me hard,” I urged, “make me come!”

Hearing a squeak, I looked at Kate again. She was still holding our aunt’s tits in her hands, squeezing the nipples, but she was no longer sucking or licking them. Her eyes were tightly shut, her face pinched. Kate was breathing hard, gasping, humping like mad on the woman’s leg, rubbing her pussy against her, getting ready to come.

Seeing that pushed me over the edge. The sexual energy swirled up from inside, a sudden uncontrollable surge — and then I was climaxing, bursting into orgasm, coming all over my aunt’s hand.

I hadn’t meant to come quite so quickly. It wasn’t what I’d planned. I wanted to have Aunt Barbara come too, with us, but that didn’t happen. Instead my sister and I both climaxed, me with my aunt’s finger deep inside my cunt, Kate riding her leg.

It took us a minute or so to calm down. We each were pretty noisy when we came, not to mention active, our taut young bodies straining and shaking with the intense vigor of our orgasms. But somehow all this hadn’t been enough to wake Aunt Barbara up. She was still asleep, it appeared, or at least pretending to be. I never knew for sure.

Anyway, as I felt the final tremors fading away, I took my aunt’s hand in mine, and slowly drew her finger out of my vagina. I lifted the hand, bringing it up to her face. Even in the dim light, her middle finger was gleaming, dripping with my juices. I placed the finger on her lips, rubbing it around.

“Taste the girl,” I whispered in my aunt’s ear. “Taste her pussy.”

Her lips parted. She extended her tongue, licking the finger. I slipped it into her mouth. She sucked on it, sighing in pleasure.

Even though I had just completed a climax, I was eager and ready for more. And now I decided to go all the way. My heart pounded with excitement, with anticipation, as I got to my knees. Bending over again, close to her ear, I asked, “Do you like how she tastes? You like that girl’s pussy?”

There was no verbal answer, only a soft moan.

Straightening up, I looked at Kate. She was alert, watching me. I motioned to her, pointing downward, nodding toward Aunt Barbara’s crotch. “Lick her,” I mouthed.

My sister’s eyebrows shot up. Really? she seemed to be asking. I nodded, pointing more firmly. Kate giggled, then scooted down between our aunt’s legs, pushing the covers fully away.

I watched my sister get in place, leaning in close, starting to kiss and nuzzle and lick — and then I swung my leg over Aunt Barbara, straddling her head.

“This is a dream,” I said aloud. “A very hot, sexy dream. You’re going to lick the girl’s pussy.”

I lowered myself to her mouth, pressing my moist, swollen labia against her lips. And then I began to ride her face.

Kate and I had sex with our aunt that night. It wasn’t a dream. Kate sucked and licked and ate her cunt, while I held the woman’s head in my hands, grinding my pussy into her mouth. Aunt Barbara did a little bit of licking, but was mostly passive at that point, still half asleep, apparently. That didn’t matter, though. As turned on as I was, just the feel of her warm lips, her wet mouth, her tongue when it made contact with my clit — that was more than enough. Within a minute, or maybe less, I was almost ready to come.

Then a change occurred. Her body began to move. I felt a shudder beneath me and heard a loud groan. I felt Aunt Barbara’s hands on my bottom, pulling me in closer. I also sensed that she was bucking, pushing her cunt into Kate’s mouth. She groaned more loudly, and her tongue and lips became more active, lapping at my pussy, eating me.

“Yes, yes!” I moaned, holding her head tightly as I rocked faster and faster, fucking her face.

She and I reached orgasm at almost the same time. I started first, gasping and crying in ecstasy as powerful spasms exploded inside me, thick juices pouring from my vagina into her mouth. Even in the midst of my passion, I was somehow able to tell that my aunt was coming too, climaxing in my 11-year-old sister’s mouth.

* * *

Five minutes later, we had swapped positions. I was between Aunt Barbara’s legs now, licking and sucking her delicious pussy, while Kate was sitting on her face. As we were making the switch, I thought I saw my aunt’s eyes flutter open for just a moment, taking in what was happening, watching us, although I couldn’t be certain. Perhaps I only imagined that.

In any case, the cunt in front of my mouth was the important thing. I nibbled at her clit, sucked her labia, tongued her vagina, nuzzled up and down in the warm, moist, fragrant furrow. God, I love pussy so much. Any girl, any woman, any age. I love the taste, the smell, the feel… I can never get enough.

Kate came first that time. She rode our aunt’s face and soon was shrieking in excitement, obviously coming very hard. When she finished, I saw her collapse onto the bed, both hands clutched between her legs, slim body still shuddering.

With renewed intensity, I sucked Aunt Barbara’s swollen clitoris and also pushed two fingers up inside her slippery vagina, fucking her. Then I felt hands on my head, seeming at first as if she might be trying to frantically push me away — and I heard her grunt, “No!” — yet barely a second later that was replaced with a plea, “Yes! Yes!” as her fingers gripped my hair, pulling my mouth tightly against her sex.

Was my aunt dreaming, or was she awake? Did she know what was happening? Did she realize she was having sex with underage girls, with her own nieces? Was she wrestling with the morality of that? Could that be why I’d heard the No and then the Yes in quick succession?

I still don’t know the answer to those questions. But what I do know is that Aunt Barbara climaxed in my mouth. She almost roared as she came, going rigid for a beat or two, then bouncing on the bed, crying out, ramming her cunt into my mouth again and again, hot juices spurting out, soaking my face. It was an astonishing orgasm, loud and wet and long, incredibly powerful. Could it really have occurred in her sleep?

Whatever the truth is, her climax finally came to an end, and then our aunt became almost entirely motionless. Every muscle in her body seemed to go limp at once, to completely relax, as if she were soaking into the bed — which, incidentally, was soaked with her fluids. She was breathing hard, of course, her chest rising and falling, but that was the only motion we could see. Her eyes were closed, her face slack. It appeared that she had fallen asleep again, or perhaps was still sleeping.

Kate was sitting up, and so was I. We exchanged glances, smiling at one another, and looked again at our aunt. Then we made a decision. We slid off the bed, located our t-shirts, and silently left the room, closing the door behind us.

Back in our own bedroom, cuddling together in the dark beneath the covers, my sister and I talked for a few minutes about what we’d just done, how exciting it was. We were both still very turned on, so we fingered each other, and kissed, enjoying one final orgasm together before drifting off to sleep.

Continue on to Chapter 106

Mom Goes Wild, Part One

  • Posted on February 15, 2016 at 1:30 pm

By JetBoy

I downed a warm slug of my Bloody Mary, wandered over to the stereo and turned up the music. The sweet soul groove of Al Green filled the room, and I just stared into space, sighing heavily. There I was: a sexy single woman, alone on Saturday night with nothing to do.

I’m Lucy Gable, a 39-year-old mother of two, and my entire life was about to be turned upside down.

And yeah, this is how it all began — me pottering around the living room in sexy panties and a camisole, sipping a drink, hungry for something more. Something like a few good rounds of wild-ass fucking with some willing partner, hard and intense enough to break the bed frame.

So why, you ask, wasn’t I out on the town, trolling for action? Well, it’s not as if I couldn’t have scored a bedmate, believe you me. I was still a very desirable woman — blessed with a great body that I have diligently cared for through the years, and a real talent for giving pleasure. I’ve always loved sex, ever since losing my virginity at fifteen, and have seldom had a problem finding a willing guy or gal to fulfill my needs. I was bisexual, with a strong preference for women, and there was a time when I had a steady stream of lovers to keep me warm.

But for the last few years, I managed to clean up my act and be a respectable mother to my youngest daughter Belinda. On most weekend nights I just watched television, then ended up going to bed and masturbating myself to sleep.

The main reason I worked so hard to create a wholesome atmosphere for Belinda, who had just turned twelve at the time my story begins, is because I’d screwed up so badly with my older daughter Melody — who, by the way, had moved out by that time. She left two weeks after her seventeenth birthday, taking her things across town to shack up with a lesbian girlfriend.

It was inevitable that she was going to flee the nest, I suppose. Melody saw me as nothing more than an enormous hypocrite — always getting after her for the way she dressed and behaved. See, she remembered how I was in those days when Belinda was just a baby. Back then, it wasn’t unusual for her to peek into the living room late at night and find me on the floor with my dress hiked up around my waist, riding the cock of some guy she’d never seen before — or naked and entangled in a juicy sixty-nine on the sofa with another woman.

My husband Ed had walked out on me when I was pregnant with Belinda, though I guess I couldn’t blame him for that. He’d already caught me cheating on him three times, twice with women, once with a man — and when he came home early one afternoon from the used car lot where he worked to find me in bed with my gal pal Cheryl, her face buried between my thighs while she fondled my hugely swollen belly… well that, as they say, was the last straw. Only I didn’t know it just then.

Two weeks later, when I got home from the hospital with my newborn girl, mad as a hornet and wanting to know where my goddamn husband had sneaked away to after dropping me off at the maternity ward, I got a big surprise: turns out that while I was giving birth to Belinda, he’d raced right back to the house, packed all his things and fucked off to parts unknown. Didn’t even leave a note.

I’ve never seen him since — and frankly, could care less. Really, Ed’s departure was the best stroke of luck I’d had in ages. At that point in our marriage, he’d become a complete waste of space, in bed or out.

For years after that, I was a woman on a sexual rampage, going to bed with whoever I wanted. Mostly women, but there were a few guys now and again. Problem was, I was setting a lousy example for Melody, who was getting pretty wild herself before she hit twelve. Eventually I realized that I needed to straighten up and fly right before Belinda began to follow her big sister’s example. Oh, I still dated now and then, but for the most part I forced myself into the role of a respectable suburban mother. I was the square peg, crammed into a round hole.

It was never an easy thing, of course. I longed for the crazy hedonistic times when I was a sex freak and proud of it. Like that night at the bar when, in the mood for a kinky dare, I slipped under our table and went down on all three of the ladies who were with me, then tongue-kissed a fourth girlfriend when she arrived a couple of minutes later to give her a taste of what she’d missed. Or that time when these two bisexual cops I used to hang out with fucked me at the same time — one in front, one from behind — then sixty-nined each other while I watched, their cocks still moist from my cunt and asshole.

Those were the kind of shenanigans I’d forced myself to leave behind, and it had been one hell of a struggle. You see, perverted sex wasn’t something I could simply dip into now and again, like making a box of candy last for an entire month. No, when it came to the kinky shit, I was more like the glutton you’d find sprawled on the floor an hour after opening the box, surrounded by wrappers, face smeared with chocolate. I couldn’t be my old, wanton self in half measures — so I had to give it up completely, settling for a taste of vanilla sex every now and then to keep me from going completely nuts.

Trouble was, Melody clearly recognized the slut that still lurked inside me, and she never believed my change in lifestyle, not for a minute. Oh, she knew I wasn’t indulging in the same crazed sex play as before — but she knew how badly I hungered for it, and that only made me seem ridiculous in her eyes. Hell, she knew all the twisted things that got me hot just from snooping through my porno collection, which I could never safely hide from her, no matter how I tried.

As Melody came into her mid-teen years, she became more and more defiant. She made it a point to dress and carry herself in as wanton a manner as possible. Her skirts got briefer, her shorts grew shorter and she picked up a habit of going without underwear as often as not.

Then there was the increasingly lewd behavior Melody was engaging in around the house, seldom wearing more than skimpy panties and a t-shirt, often less. She seemed to get a kick out of practically putting her pussy on display, even with Belinda in the room.

Her actions disturbed me. Not so much because she was being so lewd, or that she was doing it in front of her little sister, but because I found myself so damn excited by her behavior. She reminded me of myself at her age, only she was even sexier than I’d been. I could hardly tear my eyes away from the sight of her cunt when she exposed it. Pepper’s slutty attitude had my nerves jangling like a drag queen’s wrists, and she played that for everything she was worth. Sometimes, she’d even go as far as to casually stroke her clit in front of me.

The girls she’d begun to hang out with all seemed to dressed and behave just like she did. Some of her girlfriends were her age, others were older. Whether they were young teens or in their mid-twenties, they all had that certain something that drove straight males of all ages crazy with lust, not to mention lust-besotted bisexual women like me. I was already struggling to be good, and the sight of Melody’s cohorts didn’t help matters.

It was on the first night of summer vacation that I hesitantly let Melody go out with a couple of her older girlfriends, thinking that they seemed more responsible than most of the girls she hung with. I managed to steal a moment with one of them, a cocktail waitress named Karlie, and asked her to keep an eye on my daughter. She just smiled and murmured. “No problem, Ms. G. I’ll take good care of her.”

As I heard the car pulling out of the driveway, I released a deep, shaky breath. Relax, Lucy. She’ll be okay.

Christ almighty, was I wrong. When my daughter finally came stumbling in at four-thirty in the morning, I’d been dozing fitfully on the couch in my bathrobe, waiting for her. When I heard the key scrape against the hole, then turn clumsily in the door, I stood and waited, arms folded and jaw on edge as she shambled inside.

Melody looked as if she’d been through a monsoon. Her hair was awry, lipstick smeared and her fishnet stockings were a ruin. My heart sank at the sight of her. Then as she drew closer, I realized to my horror that her dress was on inside out.

When her eyes lit upon me, Melody seemed not to know who I was — or was she messing with me? I couldn’t tell.

“Hey, babe… y’wanna fuck?” she slurred as she drew closer.

I stared in disbelief, rooted to the spot as she placed a hand behind my head and brought my face to hers, kissing me hard on the mouth. Her tongue forced its way between my lips.

I was too stunned to respond at first — and that gave Melody the opportunity to tug my robe open with her free hand, which quickly found its way into my panties. She wriggled a finger into me, and I gasped as I recognized the familiar smell and taste of pussy on her lips.

It was as if my daughter knew exactly which buttons to push to get me hot. Her skillful fingers, her slutty demeanor, the sticky essence of cunt that coated her mouth — in seconds I was so wet that I could hear Melody’s fingers squishing as she masturbated me.

Somehow, though, I found the inner strength to shove her away.

Melody lost her balance, falling backwards and landing with a dull thud on the carpet. She lay there, her dress up, legs spread wide. No panties… golly gee, what a surprise. Even in the dim light, I could see that her shaved pussy was wet.

She blinked, collecting herself, then leered at me. “Oh, so you like to play rough, do you?” she purred. “Well, it’s your lucky night, Mom, cause I want it rough.”

An icy tendril of fear touched my heart. No, God damn it… she can’t be doing this to me. Anything but this!

Melody struggled up on all fours, thrusting her ass toward me, pausing to flip up her skirt. “Go ahead! Spank me! Do it hard, too… cause I’ve been a baaad girl, Mommy.” She reached back, grasped her left buttock and twisted it to one side, revealing the rosebud of her anus.

Staring down at her gorgeous, upturned bottom, I stood motionless, a storm rising beneath my belly.

“Actually, y’know what I’d really like, Mommy? If you played with my butthole,” she cooed, easing a fingertip into her rectum. “You’re waaay into that, right?”

My God, I could smell how aroused she was — and I could also feel my own cunt, pulsating like a heart between my legs.

Fucking tease, I thought. If she weren’t my daughter, I’d… I’d… 

I wanted to slap the shit out of that ass of hers. My body seethed with anger and frustrated lust as I stood behind Melody, drinking in every second of her lewd display, hating and adoring her in equal measure.

Suddenly I realized that, without intending to, I’d allowed my fingers to drift between my thighs, tracing my clit through the front of the gauzy panties I wore.

When Melody saw me masturbating, she laughed gleefully. “Mmmm, yes, sexy Mommy,” she whispered in a little girl’s voice. “Touch yourself… touch me.” Her voice grew shaky as she probed her rectum even deeper. “B-baby needs Mommy to, ooooh, to t-tickle her pussy…”

How did she know me so well, know the things that drove my desire, made my pussy drip? No doubt about it, Melody was every inch her mother’s daughter — and right then, my wicked little girl was playing me like a cheap fiddle.

I was struck then by the realization that, from the moment Melody had entered the house, I’d not said a single word. Like she’d stolen my power of speech, left me unable to do anything more than dance to her tune.

It’s too much, damn it. She’s practically an adult, she knows what she wants — and what she wants is her mother. Have I got to say no? 

Every atom of me was on fire, nothing made sense. I was on the verge of giving into complete madness and reaching out for my daughter when I heard a second voice behind me say, “Mommy?”

It was Belinda! My throbbing heart skipped in mid-beat, and I was savagely yanked back into the real world.

I quickly jerked my hand away from my crotch as if it was red hot, then slowly turned to face my little girl, trying to conceal the emotions that were thundering through me. There Belinda stood in her Smurfs nightie, head tilted to one side as she gazed up at us, a puzzled look on her face.

“What are you doing?” she asked.

Backing away from Melody, I managed to stammer out some kind of a response, “Oh, uh, it’s n-nothing, sweetheart. Your sister’s not feeling well, that’s all. You — you need to go to bed, it’s late.”

Knowing I wasn’t going to be able to get Melody decent right then, I swiftly shooed Belinda back into her room. Of course, she began hitting me with a barrage of questions — and I didn’t have a single answer for her. I simply told her to get in bed and stay in there until morning, or else.

When I crept back into the living room, Melody was lying dazed in the middle of the floor, fondling her breasts. Taking a deep breath, I moved to where she lay.

“Come on, honey,” I murmured, trying to sound much calmer than I actually was. “Let’s get you to bed.”

Somehow, I managed to help Melody up and guide her down the hall to her room on shaky legs.

When I sat her on the bed she grabbed the sides of her dress, yanked it off and tossed it to the floor, then lay down completely naked.

Melody stared up at me lustfully, her thighs parted. She winked, slipping a hand between her legs. I gaped as she began to stroke her vulva, her eyes burning into mine.

“Mommyyyyy… I’m all hot an’ bo-thered,” she purred as she touched herself, gazing up at me suggestively. “Come play with me.”

I was captivated by my 16-year-old daughter’s raw sexuality. She was one delicious looking girl, lying there in front of me and fondling her cunt. I couldn’t fault anyone for wanting her right then, even myself — but I had to resist, damn it!

I closed my eyes, shook my head in an attempt to stabilize myself, mumbled, “Go to sleep, it’s late,” then practically ran from her room.

Once safely behind my locked door, I masturbated myself into three soul-wrenching orgasms within five minutes, finally passing out in the sweat-dampened bedsheets.

*****

After that night, things were very different between me and Melody. Before, when she flashed her cunt at me or touched herself while I was in the room, it was to get me flustered; to mock what she saw as my hypocrisy. Now my daughter knew that I lusted after her — and she took full advantage of that knowledge, using every slutty trick at her disposal to make me hot.

She kept flirting with me, trying to get me into bed with her. I barely managed to keep it from happening, even though we both knew that, deep down inside, I wanted it. She might have worn down my resistance, too, in the end. Instead, she moved out to shack up with one of the older girls in her clique.

I was relieved — but also, in spite of myself, a bit disappointed. Even though I’d never let Melody have her way with me, I still longed for my oldest girl, to the point of giving her a central role in my masturbation fantasies.

In the following months I grew obsessed with certain kinds of kinky porn. First it was stories and film clips of lesbian incest, then any erotica I could lay my hands on that dealt with sex between grown women and young girls. It was a revelation. Never before had I fingered my cunt harder or more frequently, just to keep myself halfway sane — but it was never quite enough to slake my perverted hunger.

Somehow, though, I still managed to stick to the straight and narrow despite the growling of the she-beast inside me, doing my best to ensure that Belinda wouldn’t turn out as unrestrained as her big sister.

Which brings me back to where I was at the beginning of this story, six months after Melody left — slightly tipsy, horny as a she-goat and traipsing around the house in panties and silk camisole.

Belinda was spending the night with her best friend Mary, who lived next door. She and her mother Janet had moved here the previous summer from Topeka. Mary is a sweet kid, always respectful and polite — the kind of girl I’d always wished Melody would choose for a friend. She and Belinda were practically joined at the hip, even though at fourteen, Mary was nearly three years older.

I wandered around the house, idly wondering if I should put on a porno DVD and get myself off. Or should I save it for later, some kind of reward for making it through the day?

That decision was interrupted by a sudden dose of motherly reality when I glanced into Belinda’s room and caught a glimpse of how messy it was. With an exasperated sigh, I began to pick up the clothes that were scattered carelessly about on the floor, draped over the back of her desk chair, hanging from the knob of her closet door, peeping from under the bed.

When I opened a dresser drawer to put away a couple of t-shirts I’d washed for her the day before, I caught a glimpse of something tucked beneath her folded clothes. Reaching in, I pulled out a thin stack of Polaroid pictures.

I glanced at the first photo, then gasped in complete shock.

The picture was a close-up of a naked young girl, face down on a bed with her ass up. The girl’s hair was bright green, obviously a wig. The next two snaps were close-ups of the girl’s bottom, but in these another female hand was touching her baby-smooth slit. I noticed the wetness that glistened on the lips of her pussy — she was obviously very excited.

When I saw the fourth picture, I nearly screamed.

Sitting on the bed, legs spread wide, with the green-haired girl’s face buried in her crotch… was Mary, the girl next door!

Her eyes were glazed with pleasure as she held the other girl’s face between her slender legs. She was totally naked except for a black leather collar. The other girl’s ass was high in the air, the photo clearly revealing her hairless cunt and anus.

In the last picture, another woman was partially in the frame. Her leg was propped up on the bed beside Mary’s head, and Mary was running her hand up the leg and staring hungrily at the woman’s lush pubic triangle. This third person looked to be an older female — definitely not a teenager.

I stared at those last two pictures and began to feel myself getting wet. Almost without thinking, I slipped a hand into my panties to explore the heat building in my throbbing vulva. I stared in amazement at the lustful expression on Mary’s face as she gazed up at the woman’s cunt. I saw myself standing over her like that, this cute teen ogling my pussy with a ‘let me taste you’ look in her eyes. I began to lightly brush my clitoris as I became engrossed in this fantasy.

But then nagging curiosity reared its head, interrupting my fingers in mid-stroke. Where had these photos been taken — and what on earth was Belinda doing with them?

I’d never been in the bedrooms of Mary’s house before, but I wondered if these were taken there. Surely not, I thought. They had only lived next door for a few months, and I was still getting to know them, but Janet seemed like such a nice, normal mother — certainly nowhere near as unruly as I’d been.

She wouldn’t allow something like this to go on inside her own home. After all, Belinda has spent the night with Mary before…

Then it hit me.

My god, NO! I thought as I pored through the photos again, examining the back and bottom of the girl who was eating Mary’s pussy. Could it… could that be Belinda between her legs? 

I stared carefully at the image, unable to tell for sure. It had been a couple of years since I’d glimpsed my daughter naked, and I’d certainly never seen her ass displayed in such a lewd fashion. But the girl’s body was exactly her size.

Head spinning, I stuffed the pictures back into Belinda’s drawer, then numbly headed down the hall and out the back door of the house. I stood in the yard, breathing deeply of the evening air, trying to still my racing heart.

It was a warm summer night, and the only sounds to be heard were crickets and a faint sound of cars in the distance. I stood there in panties and camisole, staring over at the lights of my neighbor’s house. What should I do? I asked myself. I drifted over to the fence that separated our two backyards, lost in thought.

I grabbed the arm of one of our lawn chairs and dragged it to the fence, then climbed up to stand on it and peer over. I had a direct view into Janet’s living room through a set of large glass patio doors. All I could see was a long brown couch with a potted ficus plant at one end. No one seemed to be around.

Suddenly I saw Janet as she sauntered into the living room. I was stunned to see her dressed in nothing but a bra and high heels, completely nude from the waist down.

She paused in front of the glass, unaware of being observed, looking back at an area of the room that was obscured from my view. She stood in a rather seductive pose, smiling, clearly enjoying what she saw.

Janet had a lovely body — and despite my concerns, I couldn’t help but be aroused by the sight of her. Especially when she began to dance in a very sexy way, moving to some music I could sense more than hear. Her lewdness made my pussy throb. Unable to help myself, I slid a hand into my panties and began to stroke my clitoris again.

Janet unfastened and removed her bra, tossing it carelessly to one side, then brought a hand up to her beautiful breasts, caressing them, gliding a palm over her nipples. Then she snaked that hand down to plunge between her thighs, fingers curving into her dark blonde pubes. As she stroked her pussy she moved backwards a few steps, then flopped down on the couch, spreading her legs wide apart as she continued to masturbate. Jesus, she was sexy. But where the fuck was Belinda?

As she fondled her cunt, Janet’s gaze held fast to the side of the room I couldn’t see. She was obviously getting off on whatever she was watching — a porno film, perhaps?

The buzzing of crickets was now accompanied by the sound of my fingers, squishing wetly between my thighs.

Suddenly I froze, a chill racing down my spine as I sensed the presence of another person behind me.

I was rooted to the spot, belly clenched in terror. My mind sized up the situation in a split second: there I was, perched on a lawn chair in skimpy underwear, a hand stuffed in my panties, masturbating as I spied on my next door neighbor. Oh God oh God oh God…

I had no idea what to expect at that moment — even then, what happened next caught me completely by surprise.

A pair of hands reached for and grasped the waistband of my panties, then slowly drew them down until they ringed my ankles. I bit my lip, choking down an insane impulse to scream — then I gasped aloud when I felt those hands, clearly those of another woman, fondling my ass.

I slowly began to turn my head, desperate to take a quick look behind me. As if reading my mind, the feminine intruder hissed, “Be still.” Heart smashing against my ribcage, I meekly obeyed.

Well, at least it’s not the cops, I told myself as those soft hands caressed my bottom. I was still staring over the fence as Janet rose from the couch, padded over to the patio doors and drew the blinds shut. The show was over, but not on my side of the fence. There was a woman behind me, and now I felt her hands spreading my buttocks open.

My fear was quickly melting away, overtaken by the thrill of being seduced by a stranger. I waited, body taut as a bass string in anticipation of what this unexpected visitor had planned for me.

Then, this wonderfully warm, wet tongue slowly licked up through my wet cunt and between my cheeks. As I trembled with a mixture of pleasure and disbelief, her tongue began to concentrate on my asshole, trailing down from time to time to tease my pulsing slit. It was clear that this woman was highly skilled in the art of oral play.

I moaned as the woman’s tongue forced its way into my rectum, her fingers seeking and finding my clitoris. My body shuddered in ecstasy as I came on her first entry. I eagerly pushed my ass back into her face for more, tightly gripping the top of the fence.

She continued to lick my ass as I rode out my orgasm, those lovely fingers keeping it going, drawing out the pleasure until I saw stars. I found myself resting my forehead against the fence, breathing heavily.

The woman drew away, then took my hand. Without a word she guided me down from my perch atop the deck chair. The porch light was switched off, and I could only detect our outlined shapes in the sparse moonlight, but that was enough for me to see my mystery partner as she lay down on the chair, tugging her skirt up to her waist, the triangle of her pubes barely visible. She spread her legs wide, waiting for me.

I looked down on her, licking my lips. There’s nothing on God’s green earth that’s better than the taste of a juicy cunt — and it had been a long while since I’d savored that thick, earthy nectar that got me higher than any wine.

Carefully straddling her face, I lowered my mouth to her pussy, pausing first to inhale deeply, savoring the musky aroma. She was dripping wet and highly aroused. Wasting no more time, I planted my mouth on her heat-swollen sex for a deep, probing kiss. The woman immediately responded, burrowing her face between my thighs.

Oh, she was a firecracker. Her fingers found my anus and entered, working their way in and out, my new lover going backdoor style on my ass while she ate me. I happily returned the favor, crooking a finger into my mystery lover’s rectum as I went down on her.

She moaned into my cunt, then began nibbling at my inflamed clit. I exploded in a blinding orgasm within seconds. And from the way my new friend squirmed and bucked beneath me, her breath hot and fierce against my inner thighs, I could tell that she was climaxing quite nicely herself.

I gently kissed her clit, then twisted myself around on top of the woman and kissed her belly, making my way up to her succulent breasts. I nuzzled them, licking each nipple in turn. As my mouth wandered up her neck, she grabbed my hair and pulled my mouth to her own, kissing me hungrily. My tongue tangled crazily with hers. Finally, our lips gently parted.

My mysterious lover spoke. “Hi, Mom.”

I almost died. It was Melody! My own seventeen-year-old daughter!

I tried to pull away, but she clutched me tightly, drawing my face to hers once more. As her mouth met mine, she forced her tongue between my lips, feeding me the taste of my cunt.

I fought the kiss for a few seconds, but that old familiar desire for Melody was too much to resist. Too much…

I began to respond, my tongue flashing to life in her eager mouth. We made out for a long time, her body grinding exquisitely against mine, our mouths crushed together.

Finally we lay hugging, out of breath, our partially clothed bodies lovingly entwined. As I nuzzled Pepper’s neck, I wondered how I had resisted her for so long. Her hands slid down my back to caress my ass, and I realized that, even after enjoying two orgasms in the last ten minutes, this perverse desire for my daughter was swiftly renewing itself. Jesus, I already wanted to fuck her again.

I extracted myself from Melody’s arms and shakily stood, pulling her up with me. “Come on,” I whispered, and we quickly crossed the backyard and entered the house.

As the back door closed, Melody pushed me against the wall, claiming my mouth with hers. I whimpered as her hungry lips moved against mine, her tongue fucking in and out of my eager mouth. My daughter’s crotch ground against me, making my head spin.

I escaped from her arms just long enough to frantically tear off my camisole. Kicking her sandals to one side, Melody smiled wickedly and dropped her skirt, stepping out of it as she stripped off her open blouse, tossing it away. Now both naked, we stared at one another for a long moment. Her eyes smoldered with raw, animal desire, her cheeks flushed, hair mussed. God, she’d never seemed so beautiful.

Our bodies came together in a frenzied embrace. Even after what we’d already done, I was seething with lust!

We kissed passionately, then Melody stepped back and lay down on the carpet, thighs spread wide. She looked at me, licking her lips lustfully, then flicked her tongue. “C’mere,” she breathed.

It felt so depraved, but I couldn’t resist what she was offering me. Once again I raised my leg over her head and squatted down above her face, lowering my vulva to Melody’s waiting mouth.

“God, Mom,” she whispered, “I love you, love your pussy so much. I’ve wanted this for ages…” Her tongue slowly licked my slit from the bottom to the top.

I began grinding my wet cunt into Melody’s face, gasping, “Oh, honey — I love you too!” I smeared my juices from her nose to her chin, then back up again. Her tongue flicked at my clit in passing. My hand blindly found its way between Melody’s thighs, and I shoved two fingers into her.

I was rocking atop her face, my breath hissing through clenched teeth while I fucked Melody hard and fast. I still couldn’t believe I was finally realizing my most forbidden fantasy — incest with my oldest daughter!

The very thought of it was enough to set me off all over again. I exploded, clenching and unclenching like some enormous hand as jolts of pleasure ripped through my body.

I don’t know how long it lasted. All I can say is that when I came back down to earth, Melody and I kissed and snuggled for a few minutes, our heated, sweat-glazed bodies nestled tightly together. Then we began making love all over again.

We were insatiable. The hunger and desire I felt for my sexy daughter seemed to consume me whole. We never even took the time to move to a bed, or even the couch — we just fucked right there on the carpet. Finally I dozed off, utterly spent.

Continue on to Part Two