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

6 Comments on The Joy of Looking, Chapter 108

  1. robt66 says:

    I’m getting excited for Karen to enter back into the “fold”. :)

  2. She will, I promise — except I’m going to make you wait for just a few more chapters. ;)

  3. Margaret says:

    What a lovely and romantic little vignette of Julie and Suzanne in bed, snuggling and talking, sharing their feelings and desires … so obviously in love. A truly romantic incestuous lesbian couple, enough to make any horny mother envious of having such an intimate relationship with her own nubile daughter…

  4. Joe says:

    Naughty Mommy you are the best mommy any girl could ever dream of having.

    So jealous of all the girls and women out there that get to know you.

  5. JetBoy says:

    Every once in a while I have to renew my praise for this very long, very exquisite story that never seems to run low on erotic fuel. If Nobel Prizes existed for erotic literature, I’d be haranguing the Swedes on a weekly basis to give Naughty Mommy one. You rock my world, dear heart.

  6. Little Lover says:

    There is nothing more erotic than a mommy who knows her tastes for tiny pussy may never reach a limit. More so for a young teen girl with the same delicious desire. So fucking sweet!

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