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The Joy of Looking, Chapter 117

  • Posted on March 30, 2016 at 1:54 pm

By Naughty Mommy

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Lauren finished kissing her cousin Kelsey. Their lips were moist, their cheeks flushed. The women, seated beside each other on our sofa, both appeared to be aroused, breathing quickly, chests rising and falling. They gazed into one another’s eyes for a moment, then looked around at the rest of us.

I could feel the sexual tension sparking in the room, like electricity. For several seconds, no one said anything — but there was plenty of stirring, women squirming in their chairs, kids glancing back and forth, eager to see what would happen next. Were we still going to play our game, Undercover Spy? Or would this impromptu session of Truth or Dare lead to something even more extreme?

“Well,” said my mother finally, “I think it’s getting dark enough now. For the game, I mean.”

It was about 5:30 by that time and definitely dark outside, since we were nearing the end of November.

“Dark?” asked Lauren. “Why would it have to be dark?”

“Because… um…” Kate started to explain, before hesitating. She was sitting next to me on the floor, cross-legged. Her mouth twisted as she debated how much she should say.

Megan giggled. “Maybe, before anything else, you should tell ‘em about the Vegas rule,” she proposed.

“Yes, good idea,” Mommy nodded. To Lauren and Kelsey, she said, “I don’t know if either of you have ever been to Las Vegas, but…”

“I have,” answered Lauren. Kelsey shook her head.

“Well, whether you’ve been there or not,” said my mom, “you might have seen their ads or know about their slogan: ‘What Happens Here, Stays Here.’”

“Yeah, I’ve heard that,” Kelsey grinned.

“Well,” Mommy chuckled, “you might say that’s sort of our motto here, among us — especially when it comes to the game we’re about to play.”

“So you mean,” said Lauren, “that even though we might share some of our naughty little secrets with each other, once we leave here, our lips are sealed, right?”

“Yes, that’s exactly right,” our mother confirmed, giving her a wink. “And you’ll see why, after we’ve played the game.”

I spoke up, “When we played it the first time with Megan — um, that was, like, a few weeks ago — anyway, we didn’t explain all the rules to her at the start, but first we had everyone agree they would just go along with whatever the rules said, no matter what it might be.”

“No matter what?” asked Kelsey, eyebrows raised.

“Yeah,” nodded Hannah, “that’s how we did it, Mum. Everyone says first they’ll abide by the rules and just do whatever. Okay?”

Kelsey gazed at her daughter for a moment, then shrugged. “All right, fair enough. I’m game.”

“Me too, I guess,” said Lauren. “Sounds like it might be fun.”

“Yay!” clapped Lindsey. “Now we can play!”

The next thing, though, was figuring out exactly how we were going to play with such a large group. We’d never tried it with so many participants before. Since it was Kate’s game, she made the decisions.

“Okay,” she said, after a moment’s thought. I was impressed with how fast she figured things out. “Here’s what we’ll do. We’ll have two teams, five people each, but this time we’ll have two evil scientists. Um, it’ll be me, and… and Dana.”

“Evil scientists?” asked Lauren.

“Yeah, um, I’ll tell you about that in a minute,” said Kate, getting to her feet.

She went to the cabinet where items of clothing had been stored from the fashion show at Molly’s big slumber party. Near the top of a wicker basket in the cabinet were a number of scarves and hair ribbons. My sister had to search around for a little while but finally found five in various shades of blue and five more in shades of red.

Closing the cabinet door and turning to us, she held out her hands, groups of each color bunched in her fists. “A red team and a blue team,” Kate smiled. “Two teams.”

She split us into teams, handing out ribbons and scarves, instructing us to tie them around our foreheads, which we did. On the blue team were Megan, Kelsey, Lindsey, Molly, and Chelsea. The red team consisted of my mom, Lauren, Hannah, Samantha, and me.

“Now we have to make it dark,” said Molly.

“Right,” nodded Kate. “We have to turn out all the lights, everywhere, starting downstairs, then upstairs.”

The lights, both inside and out, were turned off downstairs, and the curtains closed. Then we went upstairs. We all had to wait in the hall for a minute while Kate did something in her bedroom. She came out holding two plastic water bottles, the orange one we’d used before that was marked FORMULA X, and a yellow one on which she’d just written FORMULA Y. I could smell the fresh ink from the magic marker.

“Now, like I said, we’re gonna have two evil scientists this time,” she told us. “That’ll be me and Dana.”

Handing the yellow bottle to Dana, she said, “See, the thing is, the secret formulas in these bottles, when you put ‘em together, mix ‘em up, will make a really super powerful ingredient that will make us — me and the other evil scientist — the strongest people in the world. We’ll be able to rule everybody, make ‘em all do bad stuff, anything we want. But you guys have to stop us. You’re the teams of undercover spies. Your job is to get the formula from us and stop us from doing bad things. Okay?”

She looked at Kelsey and Lauren. They both nodded, appearing to understand.

“All right,” said Kate. “Now, for one team to win, they have to get both bottles, both of the secret formulas, and have them at the same time, and they have to get to Mommy’s bed with them.”

As she said this, she walked to end of the hall and pushed open our mother’s door, flipping on the light and pointing at the bed. “You have to have both bottles, right? Not just one.”

This was a change in the rules. I realized it would make the game more complicated, probably causing it to last longer, giving us even more opportunity to climb all over each other’s naked bodies. Pretty smart of my sister. Of course, our two new initiates, Lauren and Kelsey, didn’t know anything yet about the naked part — I wondered how they would react when they found out!

Kate switched off the hall light. She’d already turned off the light in her bedroom, so now the whole house, except for Mommy’s room, was completely dark.

It suddenly occurred to me that the next step normally was for all the players to gather inside our mother’s walk-in closet and do a strip search. But would twelve of us be able to squeeze in there at the same time?

We were, although it was a tight fit. Kate still hadn’t explained about the next part, however. She just ushered us all inside the closet, flipping on the overhead bulb and turning off the light in Mommy’s room before squishing in with us and pulling the door closed. I heard nervous laughter, and almost immediately began perspiring. We were really crammed in and it was getting hot. I was up against Samantha. Lindsey was next to her. Dana was right behind me, with Kate behind her.

“Okay, now, um, the next thing,” said Kate, “is to search each other for hidden weapons. That’s what undercover spies have to do. And we have to search everybody. Everyone, I mean, has to search everyone else, even the people on your own team, okay?”

Most of the players nodded. All of us but Kelsey and Lauren knew the rules.

Kate went on, “But to do the search, first we have to get naked. We have to take off each other’s clothes.”

“No…” said Lauren, astonished.

“Remember, you agreed to follow all the rules, no matter what,” Megan told her. “Right?”

“That’s what we said,” Kelsey chuckled. “True enough. Now I guess we’re really in it, eh?”

Lauren shook her head bemusedly, but offered no further objections. She caught my mother’s eye. “I’m beginning to see what you meant,” the woman grinned.

“Uh-huh,” Mommy nodded. “What happens here, stays here.”

“All right, so, is everybody ready?” Kate began, before interrupting herself. “Oh, wait. Um, Dana, put your bottle up here for now, okay?”

As they placed their plastic bottles on the shelf above our heads, Kate smiled, “That’s so you can have both hands free.”

“Right,” nodded Dana, giggling.

“Now remember,” said Kate to the group, “first, take off everyone’s clothes, the people around you. And then, once everybody’s naked, we’ll do the search for hidden weapons. Are you ready?”

Without waiting for an answer, she switched off the overhead light. We were plunged into total blackness.

As I’d noticed before when we did this, the sudden darkness made the air feel even warmer, closer. And without a sense of vision, our awareness of the bodies around us became more acute — their subtle scents, the excited breathing, that moist warmth of skin on skin where bare arms and legs rubbed together — it was undeniably sensual, erotic.

“Go ahead and start now,” said Kate, her voice sounding somehow louder in the pitch dark. “Just reach and grab whoever’s by you. Take off her clothes. Then move around and do it with everyone else. Make sure everybody’s completely naked.”

“Oh my god…” I recognized Kelsey’s English accent. Apparently it was dawning on her just how kinky this game of ours really was.

I didn’t pause any longer to think about her, though, or about anyone else. I quickly grabbed Samantha, tugging on her t-shirt, pulling it up, lifting it over her head. At the same time I felt other hands on me, grabbing, groping, pulling at my clothes. I laughed out loud, feeling giddy and sexy all at once, completely happy.

After I got Samantha’s shirt over head and off, I touched the girl’s chest, making sure that was the only shirt she was wearing. It was. I ran my hands all over her skin, feeling her little nipples, hearing her giggle. Then I reached for her shorts.

I don’t how long it actually was before we had everyone naked, but it must have taken a while, several minutes at least. Even though my mother’s walk-in closet was large, with a dozen women and girls packed inside, it wasn’t easy to move anywhere. We had to, though, those were the rules.

So, we squirmed around as best we could in the darkness, our warm, sweaty, feminine bodies sliding together — grownup women with round bottoms and full breasts, little girls with flat chests and no hips, plus those in-between, like me and Kate and Hannah, with budding breasts and figures beginning to develop — all of us rubbing up against one another.

Finally, it seemed apparent that no clothing was left, everyone was nude. The floor, of course, was now a jumble of shirts and shorts and dresses and socks and panties and bras. That made it easy to stumble, but if you did, you leaned right into someone else and were held up. It was impossible for anyone to fall down.

Now we came to my favorite part. “Okay,” Katie told us, “the next thing is to search for hidden weapons. And remember, you have to search everybody. It doesn’t matter if they’re on your team or not. Search everywhere, search everyone. We can’t have any hidden weapons.”

“Mmm, I like this game,” came a chuckle from somewhere near me. It was Kelsey. Others laughed with her.

At this point, I was pressed up against Dana. Although I couldn’t see a thing, I recognized her scent and the diminutive size of her body, her small breasts. In fact, I had a hand on one breast, playfully squeezing it in the dark, fondling the erect nipple. Behind me was a little girl, probably Samantha. The girl was turned away from me, her bottom pressing against my thigh. To one side of me was a woman. I was pretty sure it was Lauren. On the other side were a bunch of my mother’s dresses and suits, on hangers.

“All right, start searching now,” said Kate. “Search everywhere.”

So we did. We moved around, hand and fingers sliding over soft skin, on the neck, the face, under the arms, over the breasts, between the legs — and sometimes even between pussy lips. More than once I felt fingers probing there, slipping inside my labia. That was pretty easy to do, because I was very wet.

And I wasn’t the only one whose pussy was getting juicy. As I eagerly and thoroughly conducted my search for concealed weapons, I often felt the same slippery moisture between the legs of those I was touching, even some of the younger girls. It occurred to me, of course, that as wet as most of us were, some of the lubrication I was feeling may have been transferred, from one pussy to another. What a delicious thought that was!

As I grabbed the next person I encountered — it was a very small girl, Chelsea — and began rubbing my hands all over her, I felt other hands on my body, reaching around from behind, sliding between my legs. This was a woman, a grownup. Her hands were strong. I wasn’t certain who it was, but I was positive it wasn’t my mother. The hands played with me, fingers purposely stroking my clit, other fingers pushing between my labia. I felt the woman’s breasts sliding against my back, hot breath on my neck. She was grinding against me, humping me from behind as she massaged my pussy. Then, almost as quickly as she’d started, she was gone, moving on to someone else.

I did too. I moved on to the next, then the next, then the one after her — groping, stroking, touching, fondling, whether woman or girl, adult or child, it didn’t matter. She was female, naked, and that’s all I cared about.

It went on that way for I don’t know how long. I was making no attempt to keep track of time, nor to count how many people I was searching. The only important thing was the nude body I was caressing now, and the one after her.

Soon we started kissing. I felt hands holding my face, lips finding mine, tongue slithering inside my mouth. I returned the kiss. It was Hannah. Was this the first kiss of the night, or had there been others? I didn’t know. But as Hannah broke away, seeking the next person, I could hear the slurpy smack of lips on lips, wet kissing all around me, and I heard moans too, along with heavy breathing.

Now someone else was holding me, pressing her mouth against mine, kissing me hard. It was a woman. This had to be Megan, because she was so tall. Her long arms went around me, pulling me close, hands gliding all over my sweaty, slippery skin. I kissed her and she kissed me. Then we parted.

I felt a familiar body sliding next to mine, a girl I’d made love with countless times, my sister Kate. She kissed me, humped me, then took her hand in mine and pressed it between her legs. “Fuck me, Julie,” she whispered.

So I did. I pushed my fingers between her moist pussy lips, found the opening to her vagina, and began fucking her.

“Yes!” Kate groaned. She kissed me hard, shoving her tongue into my mouth, let me fuck her a few seconds longer, then slipped away.

Suddenly Hannah was back, holding me, kissing me, grinding her lovely body against mine. I grabbed her bottom, those perfect little cheeks, squeezing them as I kissed her. And then I heard another whisper, only this wasn’t Hannah. It was someone else, close by. The sound was soft, almost inaudible, but urgent, “Fuck me! Fuck me!”

It wasn’t Kate, either, but I recognized the voice. I knew who it was, because I’d heard that plea before. It was Lauren, I was certain of it. Although this was only a whisper, it was the same request I’d heard her make as I listened late at night in the hallway outside her bedroom door.

“Fuck me!” Lauren hissed again, almost gasping now.

“It’s them,” Hannah whispered in my ear, as if confirming my thoughts. “My mum and my aunt. That’s what they do.”

The girl was holding me tightly, but no longer humping. She seemed to be listening, as I was.

Then we heard another sound — no words, only a loud squeal. It was my sister Kate. I didn’t think she was having an orgasm, but it sounded to me like she might be just about there.

She squealed a second time, then seemed to make an effort to get control of herself. “Okay, okay,” she panted. “That’s… that’s good.”

For a moment everything was completely still. There were no more sounds of kissing, of moans or whispers. It was as if everyone, including me, was waiting to see what would happen next.

We heard a long sigh from Kate, a final kiss, and then she told us, “All right, so, we’re done with the searching. No hidden weapons, that’s good. Now we can start the game. Um, I’m gonna take one team out with me, the red team. Blue team, you guys stay here, okay? Just for a minute, then I’ll tell you what to do next.”

I had to think to recall which team I was on. I fingered the scarf tied around my head. I couldn’t see it, of course, but remembered the color. It was red.

The closet door opened. A bit of light filtered in, along with fresh air. I took a deep breath, and sensed others around me doing the same. Kate said, “Red team, come on out now.”

My mom stepped into the bedroom, sucking the middle finger of her right hand. I followed her. Lauren, Hannah, and Samantha, the other members of our team, made their way out as well.

Kate looked back into the closet. She took Dana by the hand and drew her out. I saw that they both had retrieved their plastic bottles containing the secret formula. To those still inside, Kate said, “Okay, you guys stay here. I’m gonna close the door again, and in a minute I’ll tell you to start counting. You have to count to a hundred, and then you can come looking for us. Me and Dana, the evil scientists, are gonna hide downstairs somewhere. The red team will be in a different closet, in another bedroom. Okay?”

After shutting the door, she led the members of the red team to Molly’s room, which was next to our mother’s. She put us inside Molly’s closet, another very tight squeeze, gave us instructions, and closed the door. We waited, giggling, all pressed together, completely nude of course. My mom was behind me, her hands on my shoulders. In front of me, facing away, was Samantha. I had my arms around her waist.

We heard Kate’s voice, out in the hall. “Okay,” she called, “start counting! Count to a hundred, then try to find us!”

The game was extra wild. Having two evil scientists to chase made it confusing sometimes, but it was a lot of fun. Everyone laughed, running this way and that, bumping into each other, grabbing, holding, trying to keep track of who was on which team. The bottles changed hands many times.

All the sexual excitement we’d built up inside the closet during the strip search carried over too. Sometimes, as one woman or girl was grabbing another, trying to wrest the bottle away, it seemed the intent might not be simply to win the game, but also to fondle her. I noticed a lot of that — girls and women copping a feel — and I indulged in it just as much as the others did.

This reached a climax, so to speak, when we were all jumbled together on the floor of the family room. It was a crazy pile of feminine bodies, arms and legs all tangled up, hands and fingers going everywhere. The bottles, both of them, were somewhere in the middle, near the bottom of the pile.

I was on my back on the carpet with my head resting in someone’s crotch. I wasn’t sure who she was, and I had a grip on one of the bottles, although I didn’t know which one. Kelsey, Hannah’s mom, was on top of me, straddling my thigh. She had one hand on my breast, the other reaching inside the pile, trying to pull the bottle from my hand. The woman’s main focus, however, was clearly not on securing the secret formula, but on humping me!

Kelsey looked into my eyes. She licked her lips. Her fingers pinched my nipple. I could feel her pussy grinding on me, wet and hot on my thigh. “Uh-huh, uh-huh,” she nodded, speaking mostly to herself, it seemed. “Uh-huh, uh-huh,” she repeated, humping faster now, faster and faster. Her eyes widened. It looked like she was getting close.

Then I felt someone else’s hand on my hand, the one holding the bottle. Their fingers were tugging at mine. I let the bottle go. I didn’t care about that any more. My other hand was on Kelsey’s bottom, on her ass. I pulled her against me as she humped my leg. Her face was flushed, turning very red, and dripping with sweat.

All of a sudden she gasped, closing her eyes, squeezing them shut. Her body went rigid, shaking slightly — and a few seconds after that she was totally limp, collapsed, face buried in my neck. I could feel the woman panting, trying to catch her breath.

Oh my god! Had that really happened? Did Hannah’s mom actually have an orgasm on top of me? And if she did, was she the only one, or could there have been others as we played the game that night? It was impossible to tell, with all of us clumped together the way we were. Almost anything could have taken place.

Megan bolted upright, standing naked beside the pile, arms held high. “Got ‘em, finally! Got ‘em both!” she cried. “Blue, team, come on, let’s go!”

“No,” Dana yelled. But her voice was muffled, buried as she was by several other bodies. I realized then that it was her crotch beneath my head.

“Come on, blue team!” Megan reached down and grabbed Kelsey’s arm, pulling her off me, handing one of the bottles to her.

Chelsea jumped up too, shrieking with excitement. She was tugging at someone else, though I couldn’t see who it was. “Come on, come on!!”

Without waiting for the the rest of the team, Megan and Kelsey took off running. They were soon followed by all the rest of us, laughing, shouting, racing. We pounded up the stairs, my mom and I bringing up the rear, holding hands. Samantha, Lauren, and Hannah were just in front of us.

“Go, red team, go!” I yelled — but by then it was already too late. We got to the door and found Megan and her teammates sitting on Mommy’s bed, grinning at us, holding up both bottles. The blue team was victorious.

Kate or someone had switched on the bedroom light, and what a sight that was: a whole roomful of nude, sweating, smiling women and girls, from adults in their thirties down to little ones like Chelsea and Samantha, who were only 7. We looked around at each other, no one speaking, just panting and giggling.

Continue on to Chapter 118

Secrets Between Sisters, Part Two

  • Posted on March 30, 2016 at 8:14 am

By DirtyMindedMom

I woke up feeling like I’d had about a minute of sleep. My head was pounding, the inside of my mouth felt like sandpaper, and I think I was still a little drunk. But I had to get up and get breakfast for the girls. There was no way I was going to let my husband know that I was hungover, and I definitely wasn’t going to tell him that the reason I stayed up so late was because I was masturbating with my sister.

Did that really happen?

I shuffled into the bathroom, trying to make sense of it all. I sat on the toilet with my head in my hands and tried to accept that it hadn’t been a dream. My extremely horny, and extremely drunk, older sister had stripped out of her PJs and started playing with herself right in front of me. Not only that, but she somehow got me to do it along with her. I don’t care how many glasses of wine I had, that just isn’t the kind of thing I would normally do. What was I thinking?

I flushed and turned on the shower. With any luck she wouldn’t remember any of it. It was just one of those strange nights that didn’t need to be mentioned ever again, and we could all go on with our lives like it never happened.

I got naked and stood under the hot spray. I’m sure Dana would be feeling just as mortified by what went on between us as I did. I simply needed to forget what happened. I needed to forget how insanely sexy it was, watching my big sister spread her legs in the candlelight. I had to forget the burning look of desire in her eyes when I exposed my clean-shaven pussy to her. I needed to forget how good it felt to come next to her, our naked bodies pressed close together.

I realized my soapy fingers were inside me and quickly forced myself to come back to my senses. This was ridiculous. I was married with two kids. I couldn’t be carrying on like this, especially with my own sister. This was not normal. I had to get control of myself.

I was half in a daze for the rest of the morning, but I managed to get Jim off to work and the girls loaded onto the school bus. Dana remained passed out in the guest room. It wasn’t until almost noon that I heard her moving around in there. I left her a note and headed out to do some errands. It wasn’t that I couldn’t face her, it was just that I didn’t trust myself alone with her right now. When I was done with everything on my list, I swung by the school and picked up the girls. Dana was stretched out on the sofa watching TV when we got home. She had a bag of frozen peas on her forehead. I sent the girls out back to play and busied myself in the kitchen.

Dana came in after about ten minutes for a glass of water. She took a long drink, and headed back for the quiet stability of the sofa.

“Good morning,” she mumbled as she went.

Okay, that wasn’t too awkward. Maybe everything was going to be all right after all. After a little while, I brought her more water, some Saltines, and a couple Advil.

“Thanks, sis,” she said through a pained smile. “We’re getting too old for this shit.”

I sat and watched TV with her for a few minutes, then went and started dinner. She was up and respectably functional by the time Jim got home from work. We all had a nice meal together with only one minor melt-down from the girls. The rest of the evening was as normal as I could have hoped for. I got the girls to bed. Jim, Dana and I sat around talking about everything from when we first started dating, to our wedding, to the girls being born.

Jim turned in early as he usually does on work nights, and I decided to stay up a little longer. As we chatted, I could tell Dana had something she wanted to say, but I didn’t want to give her the chance to say it.

“Okay, well, I’ve got to get to sleep,” I told her and got up from the table.

“Oh, no,” she pouted. “It’s not even ten o’clock yet.”

“Should I open a bottle of wine?”

“Oh, God, no!” She got up and took my wrist. “Don’t leave me down here all alone. Stay up with me a little while longer.”

I tried to resist, but she practically dragged me into the living room. We ended up on the sofa, and she had me chatting again before I could stop myself. Things were going fine until I noticed her getting up her courage.

“About what happened last night… ” she began.

“That’s okay,” I cut her off, “we don’t need to talk about it.”

“I know we don’t need to, but I want to.”

“Look, whatever it was, it happened, it’s over, and that’s all there is to it.”

Dana’s hand was holding my wrist again, as if she was afraid I would get up and run out of the room — which is exactly what I felt like doing.

“Vicky, I can tell you’re freaked out about it, but I just want to say I’m sorry. I had way too much to drink, and I let myself get out of control.”

I knew she was sincere, but I didn’t want to have to deal with what we had done. “It wasn’t just you. I was pretty out of control myself.”

“No, see, that’s exactly what I don’t want.” She took my hand. “You shouldn’t be blaming yourself or feeling guilty for any of what went on.”

“I certainly can’t blame all of what I did on you,” I argued. I could feel my cheeks heating up and knew she would be able to see me blushing over all this.

“Fine then, we don’t have to blame anyone.” She squeezed my hand. “It wasn’t a bad thing, so there doesn’t need to be any blame. I thought it was beautiful, and I honestly don’t regret doing it. I just feel bad because you seem like you wish it didn’t happen.”

I didn’t know how to respond. There were too many conflicting emotions for me to make sense of how I actually felt. I did feel wrong about what we did, but I also had to admit that I thoroughly enjoyed it. I knew it shouldn’t happen again, but deep down I hoped it somehow would.

“I… I don’t regret it either,” I admitted. “But, Dana, you have to know how messed up that was. I mean, we’re sisters, for goodness sake.”

“I know, I know,” she answered quickly. “You’re totally right, it was messed up, but I can’t sit here and say that I didn’t have the best orgasm I’d had in years. That has to count for something.”

“I don’t know.” I was only getting more confused. “Maybe it does, but I don’t know.”

“When you think about it, what we did wasn’t such a big deal. So we masturbated together, who cares? Everybody does it. We just happened to do it in the same room. It’s not like we cheated on our husbands or something like that. It’s just a little secret between sisters.”

Dana sat quietly and let me process what she was saying. It would have been a lot easier with a glass of wine. She did have a point. Maybe I was blowing it all out of proportion. It’s not like it was something we’d never done before. We weren’t hurting anyone. My sister is a beautiful woman. There’s nothing wrong with me being aroused by her naked body.

“You know what, you’re right,” I said. “I’m letting the guilt get the better of me. I suppose it wasn’t anything to get all tied up in knots over.”

“So, no regrets?”

“No regrets.”

“Whew, that’s good to hear. I didn’t want to leave here thinking I’d screwed things up between us.” She leaned in and gave me a hug. My mind immediately flashed back to the hug we shared the night before and the exquisite feeling of her bare breasts against mine. I pushed the perverse thought aside and chastely hugged her back.

Dana kept her arm around me after the hug was over so it was almost like we were cuddling on the sofa together. It was a bit odd, but it was also kind of nice.

“I masturbated again after you went upstairs last night,” she confessed. “It wasn’t as good as when you were with me, but it was still pretty awesome.” She tickled my ribs. “What about you?”

“Um, you know I’m not drunk right now.”

“Oh, c’mon, we’re just talking. Tell me.”

“Well, I touched myself in the shower a little this morning, but that’s it.”

“Mmm, nice. Did you shave?”

“Yeah.”

“So you’re all smooth and sexy down there?” Dana was obviously trying to get me turned on. Or even if she wasn’t doing it on purpose, that was the effect she was having. “I wasn’t expecting my little sister to be so kinky.”

“That’s not kinky,” I protested. “Lots of women shave.”

“I still think it’s kinky, but I liked it. Your pussy looked so… clean.”

“Then I guess that makes yours dirty,” I joked.

“Yes!” She laughed. “I have a very dirty pussy!” We both had the giggles again. “Oh, I almost forgot, there’s something I wanted to show you. Can you grab it out of my bag?” She pointed to her oversized bag on the floor at the end of the coffee table.

I leaned over and reached for it. “What am I looking for?” She didn’t have to answer. As soon as I opened her bag I knew what she was after. I pulled out a massive dildo in the shape of a real penis. “This?”

“How do you like my cock?” Dana laughed, proud of the look of shock on my face. “Vicky, I’d like you to meet my boyfriend, Antonio. Or, as I call him, Big Tony.”

“You can’t be serious. It’s huge! You can’t actually… ”

“Fuck him?” Dana’s eyes were twinkling with gleeful mischief. “Just about every night, lately.”

“There’s no way this fits. It’s twice the size of a real one.”

“Oh, please, you’ve had kids. You know how adaptable the vagina can be.”

“Roger can’t be happy that you have this thing around.”

“He’d hate it if he knew about it. You have no idea how good it feels to be completely filled up. Don’t get me wrong, Roger’s dick gets the job done when he can be bothered to fuck me with it, but Big Tony takes me places he never could.”

I marveled at the heavy device in my hands. The slick rubber surface was pliant and molded like a real cock. Subtle raised ridges snaked along its length mimicking veins. The bulbous head flared dramatically and came to a gracefully rounded point. There was even a hint of a slit at the tip. I couldn’t help but think about how this thing had been in my sister’s pussy… repeatedly. I was tempted to sniff it, but held back.

“Wow,” was all I could say as I handed it over to Dana.

She took it and kissed the tip of it affectionately. “You can borrow him if you want.” Her eyes lit up. “Hey, let’s swap! I’ll let you use Big Tony, and you let me try yours.”

I was blushing again. “Ah, actually, I don’t have one.”

“Get out! You’re lying. You’ve got to have a vibrator, or at least a ‘back massager’ around somewhere that you use to take care of yourself.”

“Seriously, I don’t. I just use my fingers.”

“Oh, sweetie, you don’t know what you’re missing.” She twisted something at the base of Big Tony and it began to hum.

My sister touched the end of her huge phallus to one of my breasts. I intended to push it away, but the vibrations against my nipple were too enticing for me to resist.

“Oooo, my,” I gasped.

“See? Nice, isn’t it?” Dana moved the buzzing dildo around in small circles, stimulating my nipple until it was stiff, then moved to the other. I shouldn’t have let her do it, but I didn’t want that feeling to stop. The two of us became quiet as she delicately worked her magic toy over my breasts in turns. That ache was rising again between my legs. I told myself that I’d wait until I got upstairs to attend to it, knowing full well that I was lying to myself.

“That’s good,” I whispered, giving myself over to the sensation.

“It gets better,” Dana whispered back.

With that she moved the head of her vibrating cock down over my tummy. I knew what she was doing. Instead of discouraging her, I felt my legs parting as if of their own volition. She snuggled the tip of the rubber cock into my crotch, pressing it against the thick fabric of my jeans. The buzz instantly awakened every nerve in my pussy. I shifted my hips to bring my clit right up against it. My breath left my body in a cough of delight. Even with my eyes closed I could tell Dana was loving every second of this. It would be only a matter of another minute or so before she had me coming.

“I think Big Tony wants to fuck you,” Dana cooed into my ear seductively.

This was insane. How did I let myself get back in this situation? I had agreed that there was nothing wrong with what we had done the night before, but I still had a nagging doubt. At least we were drunk then. There was no such excuse this time. This was something else, something more. Women weren’t supposed to be like this with each other. On top of that, sisters definitely weren’t supposed to do this sort of thing together. But Dana obviously wanted it. And my body obviously wanted it. So why was my head screaming at me not to do it?

“Does my little sister want to fuck Big Tony?”

“I don’t… ” I felt Dana press the dildo harder into my pussy and a happy shiver ran up my back. “Yes… I think I do, actually.” I quickly undid my jeans before I thought better of it.

“Oh?” Dana sounded genuinely surprised. I realized that she probably expected me to take the dildo upstairs with me, but I was already committed so I went ahead and pulled my pants down. “There’s that pretty pussy I’ve been dreaming about all day,” she said with a tone of genuine appreciation.

“I shouldn’t be doing this,” I mumbled weakly, even as I was spreading my legs.

“It’ll be our secret,” Dana assured me and touched the mechanical cock to my naked pussy.

My body responded instantly. The uniquely new sensation of the vibrations coursing over my most sensitive places was exhilarating, but knowing that it was my sister who was delivering this sensual experience made it even more erotic. I knew I could trust her completely, and this gave me a kind of freedom I’d never known with anyone else in my life.

“Oh, Dana,” I moaned, “your cock feels amazing.”

“And the best is still to come.” Dana unbuttoned my shirt without taking the purring dick from my pussy. My heart fluttered like I was a nervous virgin as I let my sister undress me. She unhooked my bra and pulled it away exposing my breasts and leaving me completely naked beside her. The fact that she was still dressed somehow made me feel all the nastier.

“I’m going to come,” I warned her.

“Oh, no you don’t,” she scolded and took the toy away from my crotch. “Not yet, young lady.”

“Don’t tease me like that,” I begged.

Dana turned the vibrator off. “I thought you said you wanted to fuck my cock.”

I once again sized up the giant phallus. It had to be at least twelve inches long, and it was clearly so thick that I wouldn’t be able to wrap my whole hand around it. I understood Dana’s point about how flexible a vagina could be, but I still had my doubts.

“There’s just no way that thing is ever going to fit inside of me,” I said.

“There’s only one way to find out.” That wicked smile of hers was back. “I’ll be gentle, I promise.” Dana directed the dildo back down between my legs. “Open up, sis.” I opened my legs wider as my heart raced in anticipation. “Mmm, nice. Now spread your pussy for me. That’s a good girl.”

It wasn’t until that moment that I fully realized all the lights were on. I hardly ever had sex with my husband with the lights on, and there I was buck naked on my living room sofa holding my pussy open without any shadows to hide me. But, based on the way my sister was lasciviously gawking at my wantonly crude display, she seemed more than happy with the lighting conditions.

“Why don’t you take a picture, it’ll last longer,” I teased.

“Maybe later,” she quipped back with a wink. “I usually use lube, but your pussy is so damned wet I don’t think you need any.”

I don’t know why, but I felt a little surge of pride over this. I guess I liked being able to impress my big sister with my pussy. God, I was getting weirder by the minute.

“Go slow,” I said and braced myself.

“Just relax and I’ll fuck you nice and easy, Sis.”

Dana circled the big tool around my pussy, homing in on my vagina. The tip of the rubber cock found my opening.

“There we are,” she whispered soothingly. “Relax.”

She began to apply light pressure. I could feel the end of the dildo beginning to enter me. My instinct was to tense up, but I took a deep breath and forced myself to relax. After just a few seconds it felt like it was already in as far as it could go. It couldn’t have been more than the first inch or so of the head. I was suddenly embarrassed that I wouldn’t be able to handle the substantial girth like my sister could.

“You’re doing good,” Dana said to encourage me.

She stopped applying pressure and simply moved it around, twisting it left and right with lazy turns. Not only did this feel good, but it helped me relax even more. Without being fully aware of it she had managed to work the tip of the cock in a little farther. The fit was very tight now and I was sure we’d reach the limit of what I could take.

“How’s that?” Dana asked.

“Good,” I told her. “But I think that’s as much as I can do.”

“Okay.” She didn’t sound convinced. “By the way, I just have to say you have a gorgeous clit. I thought I had a pretty good sized one, but now that I can see yours up close I think it’s even bigger than mine. I bet Jim just loves sucking on it every chance he gets.”

“I don’t know about every chance… ” It was difficult to concentrate on talking with Dana working that massive cock head around in my opening. Despite telling her I had reached my limit, I could tell she was pushing it a little deeper as she played it around.

“I think you can handle a bit more.” She pressed the dildo forward and I felt myself stretching. I held my breath and hoped she was right. She stopped the instant before it became truly painful. I felt the tickle of sweat on my back, and flashed back to my birthing classes. I picked a spot on the other side of the room to focus on.

“More,” I blurted out, still unsure if I wanted to keep going.

Dana smiled and began pushing into me again. I felt the stretch and a fiery ring of pain. I gritted my teeth and she paused there. The pain diffused into an unexpected effervescence of pleasure that spread across my vulva and up into my belly.

“Almost there, sweetie,” Dana said. “One more push. Let me know when you’re ready.”

I had become determined to take this cock all the way. I was as far from being a masochist as anyone could be, but the pain and the prospect of taking my body to the extreme had me aroused in a way I’d never been before. And having my sister as the one guiding me into this new avenue of sexual discovery made it even more tempting.

I caught my breath and nodded. Dana began twisting and pushing. My pussy hole was being pulled open in all directions at once. I knew it was the flare at the bottom edge of the huge cock head that I was struggling with. How could something that hurt so much make me feel so sexually alive? God, I wanted this thing in my cunt in the worst way.

“Go,” I groaned. “Keep going, Dana. Fuck me. Push your big cock into me.”

A searing I hadn’t felt since my daughters were born caused my gut to clench and I was about to scream out when suddenly it stopped. The head of the cock popped inside me and my opening snapped tight around the shaft of the dildo. The instantaneous relief sent a pulse of pure ecstasy straight to my brain. I thought I was going to come on the spot.

“You did it!” Dana squealed, trying not be too loud. “Look!”

I curled myself up and looked down between my legs. Indeed I had done it. The biggest object I’d ever willingly inserted into my pussy was protruding from my hole. I would have never in a million years expected to be as turned on by seeing that as I was.

“I can’t believe that’s really in me right now.”

“You are the sexiest bitch imaginable.” Dana was beyond thrilled with the perversion she’d instigated. “I can’t believe after two kids you’re still so tight.”

My whole body was now covered in a sheen of sweat from the effort of having this huge cock shoved in me. It made my skin tingle all over.

“Okay,” I panted, “Now do me a favor. Shut up and fuck me!”

“Yes, ma’am.”

Dana was more than happy to comply. She once again applied pressure, and the dildo slowly began to fill me. My opening was pulled taut, and as each inch of her monster cock pushed into me the excruciating gratification increased. When I didn’t think I could take any more, my sister pushed me past my limit to new heights of depraved rapture. My husband would be disgusted with me if he could see what I was doing. I should have been disgusted with myself, but I was feeling too good to waste any time with self-condemnation.

“Nnnnggg,” I grunted as the tip of the dildo pressed against the deepest part of me.

“That’s it, sweetie,” Dana said with hushed glee. “You took it all.”

“Holy fuck, I love it.” I looked down again and was stunned to see nothing but the butt end of the massive fake cock poking out of my pussy hole. I really had taken the whole thing. It seemed  impossible, but with my sister’s help I had done it. “I have to come,” I said with husky insistence. “Can you make me come, Dana?”

“I’ll do my best.”

She drew the dildo back and the empty feeling it left had its own sort of pleasure about it. Seconds later, I was being stretched and filled again. The effect left me light headed and wanting more. Dana withdrew her cock quicker with the next stroke, then worked it back up to the hilt at the same pace. From the look on her face, she was enjoying this almost as much as I was.

“No one’s ever fucked me like this before, Dana. Don’t stop.”

“You like your sister’s big cock, don’t you?”

“Yes… I love your big cock. Fuck me harder.”

Dana responded to my breathless pleas and pumped the unforgiving cock into me faster. I’d never heard the kinds of noises that were coming from between my legs as the thick shaft rammed in and out of me. A distant part of my brain worried over the fear of what would happen if one of my daughters woke up and came downstairs at that moment. How could I ever explain this? I was taking a foolish risk, here in our family’s living room with all the lights on, but I didn’t care. All that mattered was taking this through to the ultimate end.

I reached down and began rubbing myself. The already heightened state of sexual bliss was instantly accentuated even more.

“That’s it, you little slut,” my sister growled as she jammed her cock into me again and again. “Work that big clit. Work that fucking clit for me!”

“Oh, Dana, you fuck me so good,” I rambled in near delirium. “You fuck my cunt so good! Do it to me, baby! Oh, fuck!”

In a wild flash I was coming. It was unlike any orgasm I’d ever known. It originated from somewhere inside my pussy, but quickly expanded to encompass my clit and all the flesh stretched tight around the plunging shaft, then blossomed outward from there. It started in a flash, but it didn’t end as quickly. The sensation sustained itself in a way that I never imagined was possible. This wasn’t a multiple orgasm, but one continuously prolonged one. I wanted to let out a guttural bellow like a desperate animal in heat. Instead I thrashed and pressed my face into the sofa cushion to muffle the primal noises erupting from me. My pussy clenched so hard at the apex of my orgasm that I pushed the dildo out of me with unexpected force.

I heard myself laughing with euphoric delight. Dana was laughing along with me in triumph.

“Oh, my God,” I rasped. “My husband would hate you if he knew you just made me come better than he ever has.”

“Was it really that good?” Dana wanted to know with giddy delight.

“It was that fucking good, and then some.” I anxiously felt for the entrance to my vagina expecting to find a gaping opening, but it was already back to its normal size. What an amazing orifice.

“It’s unreal how sexy you look when you come.” Dana’s eyes were once again ravishing my naked body with lustful desire.

“Hey, how come I’m the only one naked?” I quickly said to distract her. “I think Big Tony has one more job to do.”

“Great minds think alike.” Dana stood and pulled her top off. While she was taking off her bra, I undid her pants and pulled them down to her ankles. I could see that her panties were soaked through as I pulled those down for her as well. From where I sat on the sofa, her furry patch of pubic hair was right in front of my face. The temptation to bury my nose in her soft curls almost got the better of me. I really had to watch myself — it would be easy to get caught up in the moment and take things too far.

My big sister returned to the couch, leaning back on the armrest and putting one leg up along the back of the sofa. I reached for the light on the end table nearest me.

“No!” she said before I would switch it off. “I mean, I don’t mind if you want to leave it on.” When I turned to her I could see her pussy in all its glory. She obviously wanted me to see her like this. Her plump outer lips were shaved smooth, and her engorged inner labia bloomed from the crease where it would normally lie hidden. My sister spread herself as I looked on, showing off her erect clit and the flushed inner secrets of her womanhood.

“Um… yeah… ” I was mesmerized and couldn’t think of any words to express what I was feeling.

“I like this,” Dana said, filling the silence for me. “I like being naked in front of you. Letting you see my tits and my pussy this way. Do you like it, Vicky? Do you like looking at my dirty pussy?”

All I could do was nod.

“Tell me,” she asked softly. “I like hearing my sweet little sister talk nasty.”

“I like it,” I managed. “I’m not sure why, but I love looking at your pussy. I’ve never… thought about it before, but it’s beautiful. To see you like this… so, open and confident with yourself… it’s beyond sexy.”

“So you don’t think I’m being weird?”

“Weird is only the start of what you’re being right now, but I’m feeling like weird is okay.”

“Good.” Dana reached for Big Tony and picked him up from where he sat between us. The surface of the fake phallus still glimmered with my juices. Dana brought the tip to her mouth once again and gave it a little kiss. She then surprised me by slowly running her tongue around the circumference of the cock head. My first impulse was to be grossed out, but by the time she finished I was not only flattered but extremely turned on. “It looks like you’ve already lubed him up.” She held it out to me. “Will you do the honors?”

As soon as I took the cock from her she pushed her legs wide apart and spread her pussy once again with her fingers. This time she made sure that her pussy hole was an easy target for me. I might have been repulsed by seeing a woman do this in a porn video, but seeing my sister do it was irresistibly entrancing.

Feeling a nasty impulse. I took the end of the cock into my mouth and circled it with my tongue, gazing deep into my sister’s eyes. The taste of my pussy was tangy and good. “There,” I murmured. “Nice and wet.”

“You kinky bitch,” she whispered, her face alive with arousal.

I pointed the cock at her. “Ready?”

Her smile said it all. I zeroed in on my sister’s proffered opening and found her hole with the tip. I pressed with gentle pressure, burrowing shallowly into her sopping wet vagina. I hesitated when I began to feel some resistance, but the excited expectancy in Dana’s eyes let me know I didn’t need to hold back. I put my strength behind it and the huge cock eased into her. My sister’s mouth formed a wide “O” as the cock head splayed the modest aperture of her vagina. It was a stretch for her, but clearly not as painful as it had been for me.

“Good?” I checked in.

“Perfect, sis.”

I pressed ahead and with startling quickness the massive cock head disappeared inside her. She let out a giggle of satisfaction. I watched with rapt amazement as my sister’s pussy readily engulfed the over-sized sex toy. My shock was doubled by the awareness that my normally mild-mannered pussy had somehow managed to do the same. I slid the cock forward as far as it could go and paused to marvel at the sight before me. Dana was more than happy to let me gape at what was between her legs as she looked on and fiddled with her nipples.

“Here we go,” I finally announced, and drew the dildo back.

I was immediately intrigued by the way the skin around her pussy hole was pulled outward by the withdrawing shaft. I wondered if mine did the same when my husband was fucking me. I pushed the dildo back in until it was seated as deeply as possible. Dana let out a slight whimper and lifted her hips up toward me, beckoning for more. I pulled back and shoved the thick shaft into her once more, and repeated the motion, picking up a little speed with each thrust.

Dana was apparently enjoying my efforts and began fucking back against each forceful shove. I felt in control in a way I never had before. Giving a blowjob, or a handjob, had an element of control to it, but I suddenly realized there had always been something lacking. My sister was truly at my mercy. I was the one in charge — the one, in essence, penetrating her. I could fulfill her, or withdraw my cock and deny her. This was a kind of power I’d not wielded before. And I liked it.

“Shit,” Dana hissed, “This is even better than when I do it myself.”

“You like how I’m fucking your dirty pussy?”

“Yes!”

“You like taking huge cocks in that big cunt, don’t you?”

“Fuck, yes! Right in my big, hairy cunt.”

Dana was pinching both her nipples tortuously hard as I worked the dildo in and out of her pussy as quickly as I could. My arms were burning with the effort, and I was starting to get winded. The sweat was rising on my skin again. I wasn’t about to let up, however, not until I made my sister come.

“That’s it, you slut. Take my cock,” I hissed. “Come all over my big cock, you fucking slut.”

My sister let out a long moan making it impossible to tell if she was getting off more on the dildo or from my filthy mouth. I never talked like that with my husband during sex, but there was something incredibly liberating about just saying whatever dirty thing came into your head.

“Fuck me, Vicky! Fuck my cunt! Make me… ” The rest was lost in a strangled cry into the sofa cushion. Dana pulled on her nipples, stretching them to a distressing degree, and bucked hard against the giant cock. Her legs quivered and a beguiling crimson blush spread across her chest and up her neck. She then relaxed, but several aftershocks jolted her body before she was done.

I gave her another half a minute to wallow in her post-orgasmic stupor, then slowly withdrew Big Tony from her well-fucked pussy.

“Damn, little sister. That was incredible.” She looked like she could barely move.

I leaned back at my end of the sofa, shaking the soreness out of my shoulders and arms. I found myself unable to settle my gaze anywhere except on my naked sister, her heavy breasts topped with prominently upright nipples, her legs still open wide, her swollen pussy slick with fresh juices. I wanted to touch myself, but somehow felt too embarrassed to do it. After a moment I realized I had no choice.

I began playing with myself while staring at my sister’s sumptuous cunt. It was only a matter of seconds before she detected the telltale sounds of my self pleasure. She opened her eyes halfway and smiled across at me. Dana watched. I took as much pleasure from her gaze as I did from the view of her freshly fucked pussy. After another minute she gave in and slid her hand down over her thick tuft of pubic hair and began to finger her clit. The two of us silently watched each other masturbate, lost in our own admiration of what we were so privileged to be witnessing. To share something so intensely private with another person, and feel utterly secure in doing so, is the greatest gift there is.

I was coming sooner than I wanted to. I wanted the moment to go on and on, but I had to give myself over to the urge that rose up and demanded fruition. I heard Dana sigh with great satisfaction just as I was finishing and was able to watch her experience the same gratification as I just had. The moment couldn’t have been more perfect.

It was several moments before Dana spoke. “Vicky? Have you ever been with a woman?”

“No.”

“Not even one time in college?”

“No. Have you?”

“No, not really. I kissed another girl once, but that was all.”

I was afraid of where she was going with this, so I stayed silent.

“I’ve always wondered… ” she went on as casually as she could, “What it would be like to lick a pussy.” The way her eyes focused on my crotch as she said this left no doubt what was going through her mind. “Have you ever wondered about that? About going down on another woman?”

I smiled nervously. “Okay, well, on that note, I think it’s time for me to get on up to bed.”

Dana smiled to mask her disappointment, “All right then.” She picked up the dildo and switched it on. “If you don’t mind, I think me and Tony are going to go a couple more rounds.” She began grinding the vibrator against her clit as I gathered up my clothes from the floor.

“Knock yourself out,” I said, trying to sound nonchalant, and headed for the stairs. It was all I could do not to turn around and join her for more. “See you in the morning.” She didn’t answer, pretending to be lost in the moment. I headed up to my room with mixed feelings.

I knew what she wanted, but I couldn’t let that happen. Masturbating together was one thing, a little harmless fun between sisters, but what she was contemplating was a whole other thing. What she was suggesting was incest. And I absolutely couldn’t cross that line…

Could I?

Continue on to Part Three

I Was the Daughter of a Porn Star, Chapter 17

  • Posted on March 28, 2016 at 3:57 pm

Mom Buys Me a Special Present

By Cheryl Taggert 

Just a quick note for those who may have read the most recent chapter before continuing here — after reading the first sixteen when it was first published. Please remember that this novel is being told as a flashback of sorts. “Cheryl” is telling about her life as she remembers it to be. Of course, it is all fiction, but this will explain how a nine-year-old often speaks in the narrative portions of the story like an adult. It’s because she is when she is remembering this story.

When I arrived home from our little orgy, I went straight to mom and explained everything, including how they pretty well guessed that she and I were lovers. She wasn’t angry, but she didn’t like someone having something on her, even if they were doing the exact same thing. Still, she understood and called them to make arrangements for an orgy that included Ronni and Randi, not to mention little Emily. At least that way everyone would pretty well have everyone on the hook, as it were, to ensure silence among the group.

When I went to bed I was exhausted, and Aunt Emmy slept with Mom that night. I couldn’t hear them, but I know they had a lot of fun together because the next morning, they both were sore.

Things went as usual the next few days. The usual was mostly me being lazy and doing nothing all day. Deanna was out of town, so there was nobody to hang around with unless I wanted to call some friend I barely knew who would probably want to play with Barbies. Mom took me to work a couple of times, and that was fun, but I was even getting bored with that.

Mom must have noticed my weird mood since she tried to talk about it on the way home.

“Missing Deanna?” she asked, obviously trying to start a conversation about it.

“Yeah, I guess.”

“Well, I’ve noticed you being kind of glum lately, that’s all. I’d think you were on your period, but you’re only nine.”

“I guess I’m just kinda bored,” I said, hoping that would end it. The truth was I was not sure what was wrong, but I recognized that something was just not right with me. I wasn’t sure I wanted to talk about it, which meant I definitely did but wasn’t sure how to go about it.

“Bored?” Mom asked. “With all those people wanting to have various forms of sex with you at my work?”

“Yeah, but it’s always the same people,” I said.

“Ahh… you need a new conquest, then.”

“Huh?”

“You want someone new. Someone fresh. You’re getting bored doing the same things with the same people, am I right?”

“I guess,” I said, shrugging and looking out the window at nothing.

“Okay,” she said and thought for a while as she drove. “Young or old?”

“Huh?” I wasn’t following her question.

“Young or old? Do you want someone young or someone old, as in an adult?”

“What does it matter? I’m not going to be able to just order someone. It’s not like calling up a pizza place and ordering a pizza.”

“Weelll… maybe, maybe not.”

I looked at my mom, wondering what she was up to. “What? You’re saying I can order someone over the phone?”

“Men do it all the time. It’s why their called ‘call girls,’ sweetie.”

“You’re gonna call up some prostitute and have her come over?” This was insane. Most of the prostitutes I saw in the city appeared to be in their forties or older and looked like they’d been ridden hard and put up wet, which was an expression I’d learned recently while horseback riding. Anyway, hookers hung out on street corners. They didn’t set up meetings over the phone. I wasn’t interested.

My mom, not knowing my thoughts, answered my question cheerfully, “Sure. Why not?”

I described what I’d seen on street corners, ending with, “Besides, I’m only nine. It’s not like I’m legal.”

“First, the ones who do it by phone are much more expensive…and a lot better looking. And it’s illegal no matter how old the person ordering the sex is. We just have to be careful about who we call. Believe me, if the money’s right, the pussy’s tight.”

I had to laugh at that. “Where’d you hear that?”

“Honey, how do you think I got into this porn business anyway?”

It was then that a lot of questions I never knew I had were answered. My mom had never explained to me how she got into a business where she fucked men and women in front of a camera for money. Good money, in fact. She was actually a star in the business. She was bigger than just about anyone ever had been. I never really thought about it, but we were not hurting for money. I had just taken it all for granted, I suppose. I had never once wondered how my mom got her start. That she was famous in her field was just something that had always been as far as I was concerned.

I decided to pursue this information. “You were a prostitute?”

“Well, a call girl, yes. I never hung out on street corners hoping the next Ted Bundy didn’t pick me up. I was one of those high-priced girls. Sweetheart, I could name some famous people I’ve been with. Politicians, rock stars, movie stars.”

My mom had been in bed with famous people?! “Who?” I demanded, needing her to tell me just one, at least.

“I’ll tell you a few, but you have to SWEAR you will never tell another living soul. Emmy doesn’t even know who.”

“I swear! Just tell me! Who?”

She named a well-known national politician and one of my favorite rock stars. My jaw may have come unhinged. I had studied the politician in school and he was always talking about family values and all the immorality in America. What a hypocrite!

But the rock star really got my interest.

“HIM?!” I said, referring to the rock star. You went to bed with HIM?!” I was so jealous of my mom right then. (I’m bi, remember?)

“Yes, him. And others. The thing is, though, that I know who I can call and get you a premium piece of ass. If you want it,” she concluded.

“And they wouldn’t, like, turn you in for getting a woman for your nine-year-old daughter to have sex with?”

“It’s been done before.” She turned and looked at me, and I knew by the way she looked that she had done that. Someone had ordered a call girl for a child and she’d been the one the child got.

“You mean… you? You were sent out as a call girl to have sex with a kid?”

Mom nodded, a smile playing on her lips. It seemed as if she were remembering it fondly.

“Anyone I know?” I asked.

“Not anyone you know personally.”

“Who was he?” I asked.

“Don’t you mean, who was she?”

“She? It was a girl? A famous girl?”

Again, the nod and wistful look.

“Please say who. Please?”

She named a young actress who was now an older girl, of course, but who had started out as a little girl in the acting business. I had an enormous crush on this girl and would drool watching her old movies when she was a young girl. Hell, I’d drool watching her more recent ones, too.

“So you’re telling me that you could make a phone call, and a beautiful young woman would come to our house and have sex with me?”

“Yep.”

Then I asked a question I don’t think I had ever asked my mom before. “How much would this cost you?”

She laughed. “Don’t worry about that, honey. I wouldn’t offer if I couldn’t afford it.”

“Are there any redheads?” I was becoming obsessed with redheads lately, perhaps because true ones are such a small percentage of the population.

Mom laughed again. “I don’t know. I’d have to ask, but I’m sure you’d be happy with whoever showed up.”

“And she’d do whatever I told her to do to me? And she’d let me do whatever I want to her?” I was beginning to really like this idea.

“Yes and yes.”

Then another thought occurred to me. “What about diseases?”

“These people I’m thinking of are guaranteed disease free. They get checked every week.”

That sounded a lot like the porn business.

“You sure you don’t mind paying for this?” I asked.

“I don’t mind. As long as I get to watch.”

I smiled. This sounded a lot like an adventure. “Okay, call.”

This was before cell phones, so my mom made the call when we got home.

“We aren’t going to make this anything even closely resembling a habit, but I thought you might like to have this experience at least once in your life,” she said while she waited for the call to connect.

Then someone answered on the other end.

“Hi, Zelda!” She apparently knew the person who answered. “It’s Kayleigh Katz,” she said, using her industry name. She listened for a moment. “Yeah, I know. It’s been too long. Listen, I need a girl….no, not for me, silly! I get plenty at work. It’s for someone else.” She listened some more. “Well, do you remember that time I told you about the young girl, the actress?” Another pause. “That’s the one. I need someone whose interests lie in that direction, if you get what I mean.” Zelda was saying something. I could hear the voice but not the words. “Yeah, like that,” Mom said and paused, listening to Zelda. “As a matter of fact, it is for her,” she said to Zelda and glanced over at me with a smile. “Hey, she inherited my libido! What can I say?” I could tell Zelda was laughing as she replied to my mom’s comment about me. “No offense, but you’re way past fifty and she wants someone nearer her own age,” Mom said, laughing back. Apparently, this Zelda, who was much older, offered to take care of me herself. Zelda said something else and Mom added, “She’d love a redhead if you have one, but it has to be natural, no dye-jobs or wigs. In fact, she wants all natural. No boob jobs either.” Another pause while Zelda did something and then spoke. Mom replied, “Yeah, shaved is fine, even waxed.” Mom looked at me for approval with that part. I smiled and nodded. I was having a hard time believing this was even happening. My mom was getting me a high-priced call girl! “Okay,” Mom said several times, with a brief pause between each one while Zelda said something. Then she gave Zelda our address, said good-bye, and hung up.

“She’ll be over in an hour,” she said.

I was too surprised to speak.

********

The doorbell rang an hour later, almost to the minute. Mom went to the door and let the girl in.

I nearly fainted. Standing in the foyer was one of the most beautiful women I have ever seen. Her long, bright red hair hung down her back. She wore small diamond stud earrings and a tiny diamond stud sat along the side of her slender nose where she was pierced. I had always wanted a nose piercing like that, nothing elaborate, just something to sparkle along the side of one nostril. Her full lips, delicately painted with a subdued red lipstick, were spread in a wide smile that warmed me in all the right places, and her perfectly capped teeth, outlined by the pale red lips, shone so white they dazzled. She wore a short, spaghetti-strap V-neck sequin dress that showed her lovely back off with the crossed straps that I was dying to slowly remove to watch her breasts come into view. Her shoes were simple, black gladiators. She looked to be in her early twenties, if that.

I was instantly in love.

She smiled at me before looking at my mom.

“I can’t tell you how happy I am to be here,” she said. “My name’s Cindy.” She had a Southern drawl that was only mildly pronounced, as if she’d worked to either eliminate it or refine it. It didn’t matter which. I thought it sounded like a Mozart minuet.

“I’m Kayleigh,” my mother said, “and this is my daughter, Cheryl.”

“Hi, Cheryl. Are you the one I’m here for?”

I didn’t speak. I just nodded as I gazed at this vision. Believe me, I see many beautiful women, but this girl was something else. She was not too tall, which may be why she wasn’t a model, only about 5′ 6″. At that time I was about 4′ 10″, so she wasn’t towering over me the way a really tall woman would.

Cindy giggled and walked up to me. Taking me in her arms, she hugged me, holding me to her tenderly. I felt the swell of her breasts as they pressed into me. I found myself thinking of removing her clothes again and felt my pussy twitch.

I caught a whiff of her perfume and recognized it. It was one of my mom’s favorites, Tom Ford Fleur de Portofino, a very expensive perfume. It started around $230 a bottle, and that was for 50 ml, a little over 1.5 ounces. My mom swore she’d hang me if I ever borrowed any when I was little and liked to play “dress up.”

Cindy turned now to my mother. “Ms. Katz, I am so happy to meet you! I hope you don’t mind a gushing fan, but I’ve seen so many of your movies! Some days, I’ll pop one in and spend the next few hours bringing myself to orgasm after orgasm.” She looked at me again. “Honey, don’t believe everything you hear about us girls in the sex trade. We like a good come as much as the next person. To be honest, I rarely come with a man, but with a woman–Hoo-Wee! And with a little one like you, I may end up melting!”

I laughed at that, well chuckled really. I didn’t want to laugh too hard for fear of insulting her or, more likely, embarrassing myself.

Mom spoke up, “I don’t mind gushing at all. I am flattered you would watch me so often.” Then she changed the subject. “Shall we move to the den? I think we’ll be much more comfortable in there.”

Mom led the way and Cindy took my hand as we followed.

“Have you ever done anything? You know, sexually?”

“Yeah.” It was all I could think of to say. I was still amazed at how beautiful Cindy was. I kept thinking, I’m going to have sex with this woman in a few minutes.

We had arrived in the den, and Mom sat in a chair that faced the sofa. We had thrown a coverlet over it to protect the fabric from the juices that would naturally be oozing from our pussies soon. Mom had also placed a small towel on the seat of the chair she sat in.

Indicating the sofa, Mom said, “Won’t you sit here with my daughter?” and we sat.

I could feel Cindy’s eyes on me. I glanced her way and blushed.

“What kind of things have you done?” she asked. For a moment, I thought she was talking to Mom, but of course she was talking to me.

“What kind of things…?” I said, at a loss as to how I should reply.

“Yeah, hon, I mean, have you masturbated? Do you come? Have you ever made love with someone else?”

“She’s masturbated, but she’s never been with a woman before.” It was Mom who said it, and I immediately understood a few things. First, that I was to pretend I was inexperienced in lesbian sex; second, that Mom didn’t want Cindy to know the intimate details of our lives; and third, that this was as much for Mom as it was for me. She was implementing a scenario, a live performance. It would be like a movie, but without the cameras.

Still, Mom’s sudden response surprised me. I don’t know if Cindy recognized that it did, but it did.

I went along with what Mom wanted. She was paying for this, after all.

“Yeah, I’ve come a lot masturbating, but I haven’t had real sex with anyone,” I said. Then I boldly added, “Except for my Pooh Bear.”

Cindy laughed at this remark, as I hoped she would, and I just sat there and listened to the music of her laughter, which caused my heartbeat to speed up a bit.

“Oh, you are a dear!” she said, putting her arm around me and pulling me closer.

“What about you?” I asked. She burst out laughing at that until I realized she was misunderstanding my question. “No, I mean, have you ever had sex with a girl my age before?”

“Oh.” She got control of herself before continuing. “How old are you, dear?”

“I’m nine, but I’ll be ten in two weeks.”

“Well, I’ll be honest,” she said, glancing at my mom. “I have a daughter who’s seven. We’ve, well, we’ve done quite a bit together.”

I blurted out my response before I could think. “You should have brought her.”

Cindy and Mom both laughed at that, with Cindy saying, “My, my, you are the bold one, aren’t you?”

After they stopped laughing, Cindy asked my mom, “Have you ever watched her masturbating or let her watch you?”

Of course, that was how my mom and I got started in the first place, but Mom didn’t mention that. She just said, “Yes, we’ve watched each other.”

“So,” Cindy said, “what do you want to do?”

“Can I undress you first?”

“Honey, you can do whatever your heart desires. I’m yours for the next two hours.”

Two hours? I had not known Mom had agreed to pay for that long. My mouth began to water.

As I reached over to ease the straps off her lovely shoulders, I saw Mom out of the corner of my eye starting to take off her own clothes.

“Are you going to join us?” Cindy asked.

“No, I’m just going to watch,” said Mom, and Cindy got the idea right away.

Cindy turned to me and said, “See what I mean? Just cause we’re in the sex business doesn’t mean we don’t enjoy it when the opportunity comes along sometimes.”

The top of her dress was now a puddle in her lap as I gazed at her boobs. They were perfect. Not too big and not too small, though I prefer small breasts. But Cindy’s breasts were just right for her.

Remembering that I was supposed to be a virgin at this, I looked at Cindy and said, “If I don’t do it right, will you tell me? Teach me?”

“Sure, honey. I’ll make sure you do it right.”

Her eyes had drooped to half-lid status. This woman was either very turned on or a very good actress. It occurred to me that if she were acting, she should look into doing porn.

I slowly moved up to her mouth and tentatively kissed her, snaking my tongue into her mouth and seeking her tongue to make oral love to. She responded with a deep sigh and soon we were making out like a couple of horny teenagers.

My hand stole to her chest and began to play with her boobs. I realized I could feign ignorance on how to do that, but I felt that would be taking it too far.

I pinched her nipples and she said, “Yes, pinch them.” I pinched and even twisted them a bit. She seemed to enjoy that, so I continued doing it.

Finally, I brought my mouth to her chest and began to suckle like a baby at her mother’s breast. I tried nibbling some, and she liked that too.

I began to wonder if she were one of those people who like to feel pain. I knew about them, of course. Masochists. Most nine-year-olds were probably totally ignorant such people existed, but because of my mom, I knew full well what they were.

Cindy lay back and let me devour her titties. I glanced over at my mom at one point, and she was massaging her own boobs, squeezing them and pinching her nipples. I could tell she was getting rather worked up watching me with Cindy.

I sat back and peeled my own shirt off. I had no boobs to speak of, but Cindy reached out and softly played with my nipples, which stiffened at the contact.

I moved down to pull Cindy’s dress all the way off. I tugged it until it was at her knees and then slid it down her legs and off. Her panties and shoes were all that remained on her, so I tugged my pants off, leaving me naked except for my panties, which had the Little Mermaid on them.

“Ooh, my Jenna has panties like that. They’re so cute.”

Her voice was huskier now. A deeper resonance had been added by the lust she was obviously feeling. I reached out and touched her pussy through her panties, which were silk, and obviously very expensive. I carefully pulled them down and off.

Cindy’s pussy was waxed except for a small line of flaming red hair that extended upward from the top of her slit. I knew it was called a “landing strip,” and I intended to land my mouth on her slit very soon.

Shedding my own panties, I looked at Cindy and saw she was admiring my smooth mound. In fact, she looked hungry. I, myself, felt ravenous.

I leaned over her middle and could smell the lovely scent of her juices that were bubbling to the surface. Reaching out, I put a finger on her slit and felt the slick moisture gathering there. She was soaked. I quickly reached down and removed her gladiators.

By now, Mom was also naked, which made three of us. Her hands had begun their exploration of her body, moving down and up, cupping her breasts and pinching her nipples, then diving down to caress her inner thighs and sweep across her mound to leave a brief contact of pleasure there before rising once more to her boobs.

I recognized this movement as the beginnings of her self-induced lust. She would often begin masturbation sessions in this way. It was my experience that she would come at least a half dozen times before slowing down, once the orgasms began to mount inside her.

I stood back and looked at Cindy, admiring her flawless body, the swelling breasts, the stiff nipples, the smooth skin of her midsection, the warm mound that rose from her hips to place her clit in easy reach. Her legs had the look of a runner’s legs, slender yet muscular.

I reached for Cindy and pushed gently to urge her onto her back. Then I climbed on top to her, my head at her center and my pussy poised above mouth.

“You sure you’ve never done this?” she asked.

“I’ve seen a lot of porn,” I answered, paving the way for me to at least seem to know some of the mechanics of what we were about to do. Like a novice, though, I repeated to her, “Tell me if I’m not doing it right.”

“Oh, honey, so far you’ve been perfect!”

I lowered my pussy to her lips, and she greedily accepted it, covering my mound with her mouth. I could feel her tongue whip-sawing across my labia, thrashing across my clit and bathing it in a combination of her saliva and my juices.

She stopped for a second. “You taste lovely,” she said before returning to the fountain.

I placed my lips on her pussy and kissed her there. Then I was teasing her clit with my tongue, gently pressing against it and releasing the pressure, holding the contact just long enough before moving back, creating a rhythm while I slurped her copious fluids into my mouth and down my throat.

Soon she was squirming against my mouth, pressing her mound to my lips to meet the pressure from my tongue. It was a wild dance that built like soft music builds to a crescendo. Her lungs were heaving air and sucking it back in through her nose as the orgasm approached.

I could hear Mom in her chair, her palm slapping her pussy as her fingers plunged in and out. Slick, squishy noises accompanied her rise to a climax, or at least what I knew would be the first of several. Then again, maybe she’d come several times already. I had been rather occupied with making love to Cindy. I remember thinking how lucky Cindy’s daughter Jenna was to be able to have this delicious cunt to feast on whenever the opportunity arose.

Then I could feel the orgasm rising in me as well. It was possible Cindy and I would reach our first peaks at the same time. Maybe even Mom would do the same.

I didn’t care, really. I just knew I wanted to come in Cindy’s mouth and let her come in mine. I felt the pressure of my orgasm building, knowing that the final climb to coming would rise quickly, taking me almost by surprise.

And then I was there. Groans and gasps escaped me as I rode Cindy’s mouth to bliss. Within seconds of my own climax starting, Cindy’s did. She bucked and heaved, groaning into my pussy while she brought me off.

We each lasted at least half a minute and finally, I heard my mom coming. She squealed with the delightful pleasure of her orgasm.

None of us stopped there. Cindy and I continued licking each other while Mom continued her masturbation. I thought of switching to tribbing with Cindy, but felt that might suggest more experience than I should have. I heard my mom come at least three more times, maybe more. I came twice more, and Cindy at least three as well.

Then we lay back, exhausted and satisfied.

“I’ll ask again. Are you sure you’ve never done this before because if you haven’t, you, my love, are a natural.”

I glanced at Mom. Her look said to keep the story going, even if Cindy didn’t believe me.

“Never,” I said.

“Well, fuck, girl. You are without a doubt the best first-timer I’ve ever had, and I’ve had quite a few, even young ones like yourself. You beat ‘em all.”

“Thank you,” I said, not knowing what else to say.

We all got dressed, and Cindy and my mom took care of the payment. I was shocked to see my mother give Cindy a short stack of one-hundred-dollar bills.

After Cindy left, I asked Mom how much she’d given Cindy.

“Two-thousand.”

“That much?”

“Well, she’s only due fifteen hundred, but I tipped her the rest. Of that fifteen hundred, she will only get a hundred fifty. The management gets ninety percent.”

“That’s not right!” I said, angry that she was doing all the work and the others would get the vast majority of the money.

“That’s how it works, baby. Always has and always will.”

“So she won’t tell them about the five hundred dollar tip?”

“Nope.”

“Could you get her on in a movie?” I asked.

“If that’s what she wanted, she would already have it,” Mom said, and I dropped it. It was making me angry and I wanted to enjoy the feelings that lovely lady had provided me.

Still, it made me sad to know that unless my mom overpaid her, she’d have gotten only ten percent of the money.

When I awoke the next day, Mom reminded me that Deanna would be getting home that afternoon.

I don’t believe I ever looked forward to something as much as I did her homecoming. I had missed her more than I thought, I guess. So much had happened and I couldn’t wait to tell her all about it, not to mention hearing how her own vacation went–with her mom and sister, especially.

Continue on to Chapter 18

The Joy of Looking, Chapter 116

  • Posted on March 27, 2016 at 1:52 pm

By Naughty Mommy

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I didn’t wake until almost 10:00, much later than I usually slept, even on the weekend. Kate was still snoozing.

But mmmm, I could smell something, something good. I smelled coffee, and bacon — Sunday morning breakfast! I got out of bed and peed, washed my face and hands, then quickly put on shorts and a t-shirt and went downstairs. I was really curious to see who might still be there and what they were doing. Plus I was hungry!

Everyone was already up but us. The little kids, all five of them, were seated around the table in the dining room, eating waffles with maple syrup. My mom had expanded the table, inserting two extra leaves, and covered it with a big white tablecloth. Theresa and Paula were sitting beside the girls, drinking coffee. Megan was with them too, so I assumed she and Dana must have come over earlier, while I was still asleep.

“Good morning,” said Megan, showing a big smile.

“Morning, Julie,” said Paula. Both she and Theresa were wearing silk robes, which I recognized as my mother’s. I wondered what they might have on beneath those robes, if anything.

“G’morning,” I nodded.

“Good morning, dear,” said Theresa, sending me a wink. I heard the kids mumble their greetings too, around mouthfuls of food. Which reminded me, I was really hungry. I went into the kitchen.

Mommy was making waffles. Dana was frying bacon, turning it over. I hugged my mom, giving her a kiss. I kissed Dana too.

“Why don’t you let me do that,” I said to my mom, “and you can go sit with your friends.”

“No, it’s all right,” Mommy said. “We’re almost done. This should be the last of it, at least until Katie gets up.”

She took a warmed plate from the oven, then opened the waffle iron and removed a big fluffy waffle, putting it on the plate and handing it to me. It smelled heavenly!

After taking off her apron, she gave me another kiss, and said, “Come on, let’s go sit with them, and you can eat. I can tell how hungry you are.”

“You’re right, I am,” I giggled.

“Dana, you come along too,” Mommy said. “That bacon is crisp enough.”

“Okay, be right there.”

My mom and I went into the dining room. The extended table was pretty big, but it was still a tight fit getting us all around it. We managed, though. On the table was a pitcher of orange juice. Mommy poured me a glass, then took her seat. I dove into my breakfast.

It was a festive atmosphere, like a holiday or a celebration. And I suppose my mother did have something to celebrate, having acquired two new bed partners the night before. Although no one came right out and admitted they’d had sex, they weren’t trying terribly hard to hide it either. At one point, Paula said, “We decided to have our own grownup slumber party, since you kids were having one. It was a lot of fun!”

“I’ll say it was,” nodded Theresa.

Riley kept catching my eye, smiling at me as if we shared a special secret, which we did. And when Kate came downstairs a few minutes later, squeezing into the last available space at the table, I noticed Riley smiling at her the same way.

After everyone was finally finished eating, Paula offered to help my mother with the dishes.

“No, please, don’t worry about it. That’s what dishwashers are for,” Mommy said, “not to mention all these girls. They have to earn their keep, you know.”

So, while Theresa and Paula went upstairs with our mom to put their clothes on, and while the younger kids watched TV and played with Legos, Kate and I took care of the cleanup. We were assisted by Megan and Dana, who were almost part of the family now. Well, Dana was part of the family, and in a way it seemed like Megan was too, since she and her daughter Samantha were at our house so much. Anyway, it didn’t take long with four of us working on it.

Mommy came downstairs a few minutes later together with Paula and Theresa, who were now dressed in their things from the night before. When my mother saw Kate and me removing the syrupy tablecloth and getting ready to pull out the extra leaves from the dining table, she said, “Kids, why don’t you leave those in for now.”

“Leave them in?”

“Uh-huh, I have a plan,” she winked.

Kate and I looked at each other, not quite sure what she meant by that. Shrugging, we left the table extended. I put the tablecloth in the washing machine and started it up.

At the front door, lots of hugs and kisses were exchanged as our guests prepared to leave. There certainly was a new dynamic now. Theresa was much less formal, though no less flirtatious, and Paula seemed to bubble over with happiness, giggling and gabbing like a teenager.

It took a while, but finally they were gone. Megan and Samantha went home too. Dana and Chelsea stayed, of course, though they would go back to their own apartment after dinner that evening since it was a school night.

“Well, that was fun,” my mother said as we walked slowly toward the family room. Her arm was around my waist, and mine was around hers. Dana was with us, holding my other hand. Molly and Chelsea had run upstairs to play in Molly’s room and Kate was getting ready to go for a jog around the neighborhood.

“So, did you have a good time with those two last night,” Dana asked Mommy, “after Megan and I left?”

“I’ll say I did. That Paula really is a wildcat in bed, she’ll do anything. And Theresa loosened up after a while too, although she seems to enjoy simply watching as much as anything else.”

“Next time we’ll stay,” promised Dana. “I’ll need to talk Megan into it, but I think she will. I’ve been giving her lots of hints — about group sex, I mean, all of us together.”

“Even the kids?” I asked.

“Uh-huh, even the kids, eventually anyway. We talk about that sometimes in bed, you know, like doing role plays, one of us pretending to be a little girl. Usually that’s me, of course. Last night, I pretended I was Samantha, and Megan went totally crazy, she was just so turned on by it.”

“Speaking of kids,” Mommy said to me, squeezing my waist, “did you and Riley have fun watching us last night?”

I was shocked by this, dumbfounded. Here I thought I’d been so careful, and yet she’d known all along we were there! Not that I was ashamed or embarrassed about it or anything — my mother loved having me watch her — but I really was surprised.

“You saw us?”

“Of course I saw. How could I not? My 13-year-old daughter running her hands all over a naked 9-year-old girl? Naturally I noticed that, and I enjoyed it too.”

“Wow, guess I need to do a better job of hiding or something.”

The three of us sat together on the sofa. My mother kissed my cheek. “Don’t you worry about it, sweetheart, it’s fine. Soon enough, hopefully, we’ll have no need to hide anything at all, from any of them.”

“Yeah, I hope you’re right,” I nodded. Then I remembered what I wanted to ask. “So, um, what’s your plan with the dining table?”

“Oh, well, you know, Thanksgiving is coming up this week,” Mommy smiled. “And I was thinking of inviting some friends to join us for turkey dinner.”

“Some friends? Who?”

“Well, remember when I told you I’d like to develop a closer relationship with Hannah and Lindsey, and their mothers, Kelsey and Lauren? Much closer, if you get my drift.”

I did remember her saying that. She hadn’t really had an opportunity to do anything about it yet, however. So maybe that was her plan — get to know them better over Thanksgiving dinner … and possibly seduce them? — I liked that idea!

“Wow, that would be great,” I said. “Have you invited them?”

“No, not yet. But I think I’ll call them right now.”

She made the call, and they accepted. On Thursday, we’d have a nice big group joining us for turkey and stuffing and cranberry sauce — not only Kelsey, Hannah, Lauren, and Lindsey, but Megan and Samantha too, along with Dana and Chelsea, obviously. All together, including the four of us, that would make twelve women and girls. No wonder Mommy said to leave the table extended!

* * *

What a great week that was.

I only got to see Karen once, on Monday. School was let out early on Wednesday for the long holiday weekend, so I didn’t see her then. But Monday afternoon she drove me home from school. She and I enjoyed a nice round of girl sex in the family room with Kate and Molly and Chelsea. (Samantha wasn’t there that day because her mother had Mondays off from work.) And when Dana and Mommy both arrived around 5:30, they played with us a little bit too.

“Will you stay for dinner?” my mom asked Karen, after she finished riding her face, coming all over her. “Nothing special tonight, just leftovers, but we’d love to have you, as always.”

“Thank you, but no, I really can’t. I need to get home to my parents,” Karen said, wiping some of the goo from my mother’s pussy off her chin and licking her finger. She was lying on her back on the carpet. “They’re still kind of upset that I’m going with Miranda to New Jersey for Thanksgiving. So I’m trying to be really nice and stuff as much as I can, let ‘em know everything’s okay.”

“All right, I understand,” Mommy smiled as she got to her feet, shaking out her blonde hair, brushing it back from her face. She was nude, her lovely body gleaming, covered in a sheen of sweat.

I rolled off my little sister Molly. We’d been kissing and tribbing, and had both reached orgasm at almost the same time. It was great. Now I leaned back on my hands and admired my mother’s beauty, her incredible sensuality, thinking how lucky I was, how lucky we all were.

We heard a squeal from the sofa. Chelsea was climaxing. Her mother, Dana, was on top of her in a ’69’. I knew Dana had come a few minutes earlier, and now it was Chelsea’s turn. What a beautiful thing it is to see a mom bring her little girl to orgasm!

Kate sat up too, grinning and wiping her own mouth. She’d been between Karen’s legs, eating her and bringing her to climax just before Mommy came. Kate was naked as well, as were all of us except Karen. The teen still had her denim miniskirt on, though her panties were off and the skirt pushed up to her waist. Her blouse was open. She wore no bra.

“Oh, but I wanted to tell you,” Karen said to my mom as she got up and started buttoning her blouse. “I talked to Miranda. She says it’s fine if you want to call her. I can give you her number. She says she’d like to meet you guys too, maybe after we get back.”

“That would be lovely,” Mommy said. “I’d like that.”

Karen finished dressing, gave Miranda’s number to Mommy, and then kissed us and got ready to leave, apologizing that she couldn’t stay for dinner.

“No, don’t you worry,” our mother said, giving her a hug. “It’s important that you maintain a good relationship with your parents, very important. It’s the right thing to do.”

“I guess so. Okay, bye,” Karen smiled and waved as she walked out to her car. “See you next week, Julie!”

* * *

On Wednesday afternoon, with school out early and my mom’s law office closing at noon as well, she and I went grocery shopping. We came home loaded down with bags and bags of food, including a 20-pound turkey, several jars of cranberry sauce, green beans, sweet potatoes, four bottles of champagne, the makings for both cherry pie and pumpkin pie, and a whole lot more. Then we started cooking.

By that evening, the house smelled wonderful. We’d boiled and mashed the sweet potatoes and they were in the refrigerator now, in a casserole, waiting to be baked the next day with a marshmallow topping. Two pies were in the oven, almost done. We called out for pizza for dinner, then cleaned up the kitchen.

In the morning, we got back to work. It was time to get the turkey going. We boiled the giblets for gravy, stuffed the bird, and had it in the oven by 10:00, slowly roasting. Our plan was to eat at 3:00. Our guests would be arriving around 2:00. What fun!

And it was fun, a lot of fun. Not only the dinner, which was totally fabulous, but all the happy conversation, fueled by champagne, and then of course the sexy games we played afterwards.

Actually, the subject of games came up during dessert, as we were filling our already full bellies with pie and fresh whipped cream. Omigod, what a meal that was! Anyhow, around a mouthful of pumpkin pie, Chelsea said, “Can we play Undercover Spies when we’re done?”

“Oh, uh, well, maybe we can,” said Mommy, “although we should probably rest for a while first, let our food digest a bit.”

“Okay,” Chelsea nodded, happy with the answer.

“What game is that?” Lauren asked.

Hannah looked at me, eyebrows raised. It was clear that neither she nor Lindsey had said anything to either of their moms about that game or how it was played. Apparently they were about to find out.

However, before any of us could reply to Lauren’s question, Samantha piped up, “And can we do kissing too, after, like the other night?”

“Kissing??” This time Lauren’s eyebrows were raised.

Samantha nodded. “Yeah, um, when we finished playing, after we won, we did practice kissing. We were all naked. It was fun.”

“Oh my…” That was Kelsey, Hannah’s mum. She had her hand at her throat. She took a deep breath, then licked her lips and said, “You, uh, you were all naked, and kissing?”

I wondered if my mother, or perhaps Megan, would try to cut this discussion short, turn the conversation to something else before too much was revealed. But neither of them did.

“Uh-huh,” Samantha grinned excitedly, her eyes crinkled almost shut.

“We were on Mommy’s bed,” Chelsea put in, “with, um — what are your friend’s names?” She looked at Molly.

“Riley and Emily,” said Molly.

“Yeah. With Riley and Emily,” continued Chelsea, “and Molly and Kate and Julie, and me and Samantha.”

“That’s a lot of girls,” my mother chuckled. “All on my bed?”

“Uh-huh,” Chelsea nodded, beaming.

I was watching Kelsey. She was wearing a stretchy low-cut white top beneath a dark brown cardigan sweater, which was unbuttoned. The top displayed plenty of cleavage. As the woman listened, her hand moved down from her throat to caress the tops of her breasts. I’m not sure if she even realized what she was doing, but the effect was extremely sexy.

“I really like kissing,” Samantha said, smiling at her mother. Megan blushed.

“Me too,” said Lindsey. “You should tell ‘em, Mom.”

“Uh, well, I…” Now Lauren was blushing too.

“It’s okay, they won’t mind,” Lindsey said. “Chelsea’s mom showed her, and Samantha’s mom showed her, and Molly’s mom does it too, with her. You should tell ‘em, they won’t mind.”

I looked across the table at Hannah. She had her head down, studying her hands. Were there secrets about her family that we were about to learn? I’d been wanting to tell my friend all about us when the time was right, but was it possible they were hiding things too?

My mother cleared her throat. “Well, it does sound like we’ll have plenty of interesting things to share with each other. First, though, Julie and Kate, let’s clear the table and get the dishwasher started, all right? Hannah, you can help us too, if you’d like. Dana, why don’t you take the women into the family room, maybe pour some more coffee. The younger girls can do whatever they want. It won’t take long, and then we can sit down for a nice friendly chat about kissing, and… whatever else might come up.”

Twenty minutes later, it was time for our chat. We all got together in the family room. Kelsey, Lauren, and Dana were on the sofa, with Chelsea on Dana’s lap. Megan was seated in one of the armchairs, with Samantha on her lap, and my mom was in the other armchair, with Molly at her feet. Scattered around, sitting on the arms of the sofa or the chairs and on the floor, were the rest of the kids. The adults had fresh cups of coffee, which Mommy had spiked with whiskey.

“So,” my mother began, “what shall we talk about? I know — kissing!”

That brought excited giggles from the girls along with nervous laughter from Lauren, Kelsey, and Megan.

“Seriously, though, we’re all friends here,” Mommy continued, “and I don’t think we need to keep secrets. We can and should trust each other, and I’m sure none of us would do or say something to embarrass anyone else, right?”

She looked around at each of the women and received nods of agreement, if somewhat tentative. Then she said, “All right, well, let me go first. A few minutes ago, you heard Lindsey say something about my little girl Molly, about me showing her how to kiss. And it’s true, I have done that, and I did the same thing with my other daughters too, Kate and Julie. I enjoyed it very much, and I think they did too, didn’t you, girls?”

Molly and Kate and I nodded happily at our mother.

Mommy went on, “From what Lindsey said, it appears I’m not the only mom here who’s taught her daughters about kissing. So, I’ve made my confession. Would anyone like to go next?”

Dana immediately responded. “Sure, I’ll say it. I showed Chelsea how to kiss. It feels really nice doing it with her. I like it and she does too. We do it a lot. I don’t see anything wrong with it at all.” She hugged her little girl and kissed her cheek. Chelsea smiled.

After a brief pause, several seconds of silence in the room, Megan cleared her throat, and said, “Well, okay, I guess I’ll take my turn next.” Blushing, she added, “This is kind of like Truth or Dare, isn’t it?”

The other women laughed with her.

“But anyway,” said Megan, “I, um, I’ve done that with Samantha too, you know, kissed her in sort of a grown-up way.” She blushed even redder, then went on, “I, uh, I only started doing it recently, just last week, in fact. But now we, well, we do it pretty much every day, or every night. I like it a lot, and I think she does too, don’t you, honey?”

“Yeah, I do, Mommy. I love it!” The girl punctuated this by turning to her mom and kissing her lips. They giggled together.

“All right,” said Lauren, nodding and smiling, “since everyone here is telling the truth — like Megan said, Truth or Dare, though I’m not sure what the dares might be — but anyway, I’ll confess as well. I’ve kissed my own daughter, Lindsey, like that. We’ve been doing it for, well, since last summer, around the time Kelsey and Hannah moved over here to live with us. As a matter of fact…”

Lauren glanced at her cousin Kelsey, next to her on the sofa, then said, “You know, I think it might be best if I stopped here, and let Kelsey say whatever she wants to say.”

Now it was Kelsey’s turn to blush. The plump, pretty brunette had her hand on her chest again, fingertips lightly stroking the tops of her breasts. She looked around the room, smiling at everyone, actually batting her eyelashes like an ingenue. After a deep breath, she said, “Very well, loves, here is a truth then. I do kiss my daughter Hannah, same as Lauren kisses Lindsey, and ‘perantly same as how Megan and Dana and Suzanne have all done. Quite the group of randy mums, aren’t we?”

There was laughter all around, along with nods of agreement from the women.

Kelsey continued, “As a matter of fact, when Lindsey and I do it with our girls, it’s often the four of us together, all at once. We like to trade off, going ‘round, you know. Lovely fun, it is.”

Hannah caught my eye. She was blushing too, but smiling and nodding as well. She seemed to be relieved, perhaps glad that the secret she’d been holding back was out in the open.

“And I’m like Dana,” added Kelsey. “I think girls learning to kiss is a good thing, nothing bad at all. Learning from their mums? Sure, why not? Who better to teach ‘em, that’s what I say.”

Everyone appeared to agree with this. But Kelsey still wasn’t finished. After looking at Lauren, who gave her a little nod, she said, “Just so you know, when we was girls ourselves, Lauren and me, cousins living close, on the same street, we did a lot of kissing, didn’t we. Kissing and, well… playing with one another, you know, how girls do. We, ah, let’s see, I was perhaps 11 or 12 when we started, and she would have been 10 or 11. Does that sound right?”

Lauren nodded.

“There was another little cousin too,” Kelsey told us. “Ginny was her name, even younger, and we fooled around with her as well whenever we had the chance. They didn’t live close, though, so it wasn’t often we got to see her, more’s the pity. She’s all grown now, ‘course, and we lost touch. Been years since I saw her, or even thought about her much. But bein’ here now, with all you lovely women and girls makes me think about the old days, it does, those good times.”

She and Lauren smiled at each other. Apparently on impulse, Lauren suddenly leaned in and kissed Kelsey on the lips, holding the kiss a moment longer than you might expect. As she drew away, there were sighs of delighted pleasure from the other moms in the room. Things were beginning to heat up.

Continue on to Chapter 117

Secrets Between Sisters, Part One

  • Posted on March 26, 2016 at 10:12 am

By DirtyMindedMom

It fills me with pride to post this story, written several years ago by our erotic site sister (and all-around swell person) Rachael, better known to lovers of quality smut as DirtyMindedMom. I’ve been waiting for the right moment to share this delicious tale with the denizens of Juicy Secrets, and that time is now. May it tickle your nether regions to a fare-thee-well. — JetBoy

My sister opened another bottle of wine, our third of the night. I knew it was a terrible idea, but I was having too much fun to make a real effort to stop her.

“Dana, no, the kids are going to be up in less than four hours.”

She ignored my protest and refilled my glass with the thick, sweet red. We hadn’t seen each other in years, and it had been even longer since we just sat and talked like this.

“Is this the same party girl I remember staying out all night, going to work at the donut shop first thing in the morning, then doing it all over again the next night?” Dana dropped back onto the sofa and took an unsteady swig from her glass. “Now that chick was fun!”

“That chick didn’t have a husband, two kids and a house to take care of.”

“But you took care of a lot of dick back then, didn’t you?”

“Dana!” I couldn’t help looking around to make sure we were the only two still up.

“Oh, don’t pretend like you were little Miss goodie-goodie. You had to be getting plenty of cock back in those days.”

I couldn’t help laughing at hearing my big sister talking like that. Sure, we were close enough that we could discuss our sex lives in general terms, but I’d never heard her come right out and use language like that in front of me. She took another gulp of wine, and I did the same.

“Not as much as you’re implying, but I did get my share.”

“I bet you did. Slut.”

We both burst out in giggles that we had to stifle with hands and pillows. The wine was making everything we said seem ten times funnier than it actually was.

“Oh, God,” Dana sighed, “I am so goddamned horny.” This prompted another bout of giggles. “I’m serious, Vicky, it’s not a joke anymore.”

“Is there something wrong between you and Roger?”

“No, not exactly.” Dana stretched her legs out on the sofa and decided to go ahead and confide in me. “It’s just that he’s been so busy since the promotion. We barely have any time together, and when we do he’s too tired to want to do anything.” She took a long sip from her glass. “Or maybe he just isn’t attracted to me anymore.”

“You know that’s not it,” I assured her. “You’re still as sexy as the day he married you. I’m sure it’s just because of his job. I know he loves you more than anything in the world.”

“Maybe, but it doesn’t make me any less horny.” A wicked little grin crossed her lips. “I’ve been going through an awful lot of batteries lately.”

It took me a second to make the connection. “Dana! Oh my God, I don’t want to hear about that!”

“Oh, please, like you never take care of yourself when you need to.”

“Maybe I do, but I don’t go around bragging about it.”

“Maybe… ?” Dana’s voice trailed off in a strange sort of way.

She looked across the at me through the dimness of the living room. There was a light on in the kitchen, and a couple of candles burning here in the room with us, but that was it. She seemed to be debating whether or not to say what was on her mind.

“What?” I said, hoping to coax it out of her.

She hesitated, staring into the swirling liquid in her glass. “Remember that trip Dad took us on? When we rented that RV and drove along the coast for two weeks.”

An icy tingle went up my back. “I remember how that old camper smelled like cheese and dirty socks.”

“It stunk so bad,” Dana chuckled. “But it was probably my favorite family trip we took. It was just after you turned sixteen, and I was going into my senior year.”

I took a big swallow of wine. My head was swimming already, but I didn’t know if I was ready for where Dana might be going with this. Neither of us had ever spoken of it, and I assumed that we never would.

“Jim and I are talking about taking the girls to Disneyland next summer,” I said.

“Remember how we had to share that one little bunk together for the whole trip?” Dana wasn’t going to let me sidetrack her.

“I guess,” I mumbled, noticing my heart was speeding up.

“Do you remember what else happened on that trip?”

I knew exactly what she was referring to. “A lot happened… we practically hit every tourist trap west of the Rockies.”

“It was the third or fourth night and I woke up because you were moving around next to me. I was going to yell at you to cut it out, then I realized that you were playing with yourself under the covers.”

I could feel the warmth rising in my cheeks. This was something we’d never talked about. Something that by silent agreement we had decided never to talk about.

“The next night,” Dana went on in violation of our private pact, “I stayed awake to see if you’d do it again. I don’t know why, but all day I kept thinking about you doing that. Just when I couldn’t stay awake anymore, you started going at it again. Do you remember?”

I didn’t know what to say. Why was she bringing this up after all these years? “I don’t know,” I lied. “It was a long time ago.”

“I started playing with myself too.” She was looking at me, but I couldn’t bring myself to meet her eyes. “As soon as I did, you stopped and acted like you were asleep. But I kept going until I finished. Do you know that was the first time I had an orgasm with another person there with me?”

She smiled at the memory. It was a memory I’d attempted to avoid much of my life. It brought nothing but feelings of shame and embarrassment. Deep down I knew that it was this memory that probably prevented us from being closer as sisters.

“We were kids,” I said weakly in an attempt to dismiss it.

“The next day I couldn’t wait for bedtime.” Dana’s glass was nearly empty. She reached for the bottle and poured herself more. “As soon as I thought Mom and Dad were asleep, I started fingering myself.” The excitement in her voice was becoming more obvious. “Remember what happened then?”

“No.” I didn’t sound very convincing.

“Such a liar,” Dana teased. “After about a minute, you started playing with yourself right along with me.” She paused, waiting for me to say something. “Oh, c’mon, I was there. I know what happened.”

“Maybe I don’t think we need to be talking about this. That was so long ago.”

“I know.” Dana pursed her lips and shrugged. “But I still think about it a lot. I think about how after that first time, we did it every night for the rest of the trip. The two of us squeezed together on that little bunk, masturbating together at the same time, moaning into our pillows when we made ourselves come. Those were some of the best orgasms I ever had in my life.”

“I’m sure that’s an exaggeration,” I said. I desperately wanted us to be talking about anything else, but at the same time I couldn’t deny that my nipples had stiffened with arousal. I wanted to tell Dana that I didn’t want to hear anymore, yet I knew it would be a lie.

“I wish it was,” Dana answered with an wistful smile. “It’s weird to admit that the best sex I ever had was diddling myself with my little sister in an old camper that smelled like feet.”

We both had to laugh at that. It was my turn to reach for the bottle and top my glass off. I had no idea what to say, but she needed me to say something.

“I liked it, too,” I confessed in a whisper. “I thought I was some kind of perverted freak for touching myself like that. Then when I found out you did it too, that made it seem okay.”

“Maybe we were just both perverted freaks.” We giggled at that, but it was more out of nervousness than anything else. “Yeah, I think about that trip a lot.”

“So you mentioned.”

“Funny how we never did it again after the trip was over.”

The warmth that had been in my cheeks had spread to other parts of my body. I didn’t want to acknowledge it, but a familiar ache was beginning to make itself felt between my legs.

“I guess it was just one of those one-time things.” The wine was giving everything a sheen of unreality. This whole conversation could easily have been a strangely vivid dream. “The opportunity never came up again.”

Dana set her wine glass down carefully onto the coffee table. “This could be an opportunity.”

“What do you mean?” I laughed.

My sister fixed me with a penetrating gaze and boldly slipped her hand down the front of her pajamas.

“Dana!” I hissed, worried that even this was loud enough to wake up my husband or kids. “Are you crazy?”

“Did I mention how horny I’ve been lately?”

“Yes, but… but… ” I couldn’t put a sensible sentence together once I saw the way her hand was moving under her pajamas.

“I’m so fucking wet right now, Vicky. What about you?”

“Stop fooling around. We are not doing this.” I tried to sound firm, but I doubt I was very convincing. “Jim is right upstairs, and the kids… ”

“Then we’ll just have to be quiet.” Dana cupped one of her full breasts through her light tank top with the hand that wasn’t working in small circles at her crotch.

“You’re only acting like this because you’re drunk,” I accused, trying to keep my voice low. “Now get that hand out of your pants.”

“C’mon, Vicky, I know you want to. No need to be shy with your big sister.”

“We’re not kids anymore. We’re mature women, with husbands and children.”

“That’s right, we’re big girls now.” As she said this she tugged her tank top down, freeing one of her breasts. The contrast of her dark areola against the pale flesh of breast was alluringly apparent in the glow of the soft candlelight. She thumbed the erect nub of her nipple shamelessly as I stared.

“I’m not doing this with you, Dana.” My voice wavered uncertainly.

The disappointment was clear in her eyes. “Will you at least stay here with me while I do it?”

My heart was thumping hard against the inside of my chest. I allowed a small nod.

Dana smiled and leaned back on the sofa. She opened her legs wider and let out a shivering moan. It was the wine, I told myself. She wouldn’t be doing this otherwise. She probably won’t even remember it when she wakes up in the morning.

She slipped the tank top off one shoulder and uncovered her other breast. Her fingers caressed her round suppleness and tickled over her stiff nipple. She was indeed as sexy as ever.

“Mmm, this feels so good, Vicky.” Her body was beginning to writhe on the sofa. I was finding it difficult to sit still on the loveseat. “Remember the night you pulled the covers down? The moon was shining through that little window, and we could each see what the other was doing. I remember perfectly the way your hand moved down there just like it was yesterday. It was the sexiest thing I’d ever seen.”

“You are so full of it,” I said, trying to deflect her lustful gaze.

“It was all very confusing back then.” Dana’s hand went back to her other breast and squeezed it hard. “How could I be so turned on by another girl, especially my own sister? But there was something about seeing you touching your pussy, and letting you see me touch mine, that was beyond just sex. We were sharing our most private secrets with each other.”

“We were,” I agreed hoarsely. “I was so jealous of your body back then. Your tits were bigger than mine, you had all the right curves in all the right places. I pulled the covers down that night because I wanted to see you. I wanted to see all of you naked.”

“I liked the way you looked at me. I never wanted anyone to see me like that before.”

Dana took her hand out of her pajama bottoms. I could see her middle finger glistening with wetness. She hooked her thumbs into the waistband and pulled her bottoms down in one smooth motion. My breath caught and I didn’t know what to do. My instinct was to look away, but I was unable to. She kicked off her pajamas and resumed her former position. My sister’s legs were splayed open in a relaxed pose. She hadn’t been wearing any panties, leaving her pussy on full display.

“Can you see me in this light?” She combed her fingers through her thick patch of pubic hair. “I want you to see my pussy.” Dana slid the candle on the coffee table closer. “Is that better?” She leaned back and gently spread her outer lips apart just enough to expose her erect clit and swollen labia. “Can you see your big sister’s naked pussy?”

“I… I can.” I was almost too stunned to speak.

I’d never seen another woman’s pussy like that before. Of course I’d seen pubic hair in the locker room, and I’d seen a couple of porno movies with my husband, but it was the first time another woman, much less my sister, had opened herself up like that in front of me for real. I was immediately ashamed of how much I liked it, but not ashamed enough to make Dana stop.

“I know how weird I’m being, but I’m so fucking horny, you have no idea.” Dana began gingerly rubbing the area around her clit as she spoke. “Roger and I haven’t fucked in almost three months. I masturbate every day, sometimes two or three times. And half the time I’m thinking about you and those nights in the camper. I imagine you’re there next to me, fingering your pussy along with me.”

“I don’t think you’re being weird,” I said. The fact was that she was being insanely weird, but that didn’t mean I wanted her to stop. “I’m your sister, and I love you. If this is what you need, then… I’m here for you.”

“Oh, God, I don’t know what I’m doing.” Dana had her feet propped up on the coffee table, legs wide, grinding her clit rhythmically with the heel of her hand. “I fantasized about this a thousand times, but I never meant to actually go through with it. But now… ”

“Now?”

“Now I’m here on your couch, spreading myself open, desperate for you to see me come, and you’re over there thinking I’ve lost my mind, judging me.” Dana pinched her nipple hard at that point and pulled at it mercilessly. She groaned with the pleasure that the pain brought her. “Please don’t hate me for this.”

I knew my sister would never behave this way without being intoxicated, but I also had the sense that she purposely put herself in this state so that she could suppress her inhibitions enough to make this fantasy of hers happen.

I honestly didn’t hate her for what she was doing. It was beyond anything I ever expected when she called and said she was flying out for a visit, but I certainly didn’t hate her.

I’d had fantasies of my own. I couldn’t help occasionally thinking back to the nights that we shared on that narrow bunk. The thrill of doing something forbidden with another person, the fear of getting caught, the unspoken bond that made it a true secret. I understood exactly what Dana meant when she said it was the best sex she ever had. And not simply because of the amazing orgasms, but because of the intense intimacy an experience like that creates between two people. That’s what my sister needed now.

“I could never hate you, Dana,” I said as tenderly as I could. “I love you, and I always will no matter what. We’re sisters.”

With that I pulled my top off over my head. I could see the fear and shame melt from her face in that moment. I unclasped my bra and let my breasts loose.

“God, your tits are so beautiful,” Dana sighed.

Mine had gotten bigger once I had the girls, but they were still smaller than my sister’s. Even so, they were a nice handful and were holding their shape quite well.

I stood and pulled my yoga pants and panties down all together. It felt bizarre to be standing naked in front of my sister in the middle of my living room, but I realized that I couldn’t remember the last time I was so unbelievably turned on.

“Oh!” Dana squealed, then quickly covered her mouth. “You’re completely shaved.”

“Yup,” I confirmed bushing at my bare mound self-consciously. “Dan likes a bald cunt.”

“Oh!” Dana squealed again. “I never heard you say that word before.”

I shrugged. “That’s how he puts it.”

“Okay, then, little sister, show me that bald cunt of yours.” We were both giggling again with that.

I sat back down on the love-seat and opened my legs for her. My sister’s eyes went wide, as did her smile.

“Absolutely gorgeous.” She deliberately took her hand away from her engorged pussy and fondled her tits with both hands. “Can I see more?”

I was never much of an exhibitionist, but I was thrilled at the prospect of exposing myself to my sister in this way. As I reached down I noticed that my hands were shaking. My fingertips pressed against the puffy flesh of my outer lips and I spread myself open as gracefully as I could. I heard Dana moan from her place on the sofa as electric jolts of excitement fizzed all over my body.

“Is this what you want?”

“It’s exactly what I want.” Dana’s eyes roved over my body with hungry passion, returning again and again to my hairless pussy. She reached around her thigh and slipped a finger into her wet hole. I could hear the sensual sound of it from where I was sitting. As she fucked herself with the fingers of one hand, she strummed her hard clit with the fingers of the other. The sight of my sister openly masturbating in front of me was indescribably erotic in every way I could imagine. That feeling of forbidden pleasure was with me again just as it had been all those years ago. “Play with it,” my sister pleaded. “Masturbate with me.”

I’d been with my husband for almost ten years, and I was still shy about playing with myself while he watched. I would give in on occasion and put on a show for him, but I always felt awkward and unnatural doing it. But it was different with my sister. Despite her salacious leer, I didn’t feel like I was putting on a show for her. This was something we were sharing. We were giving the gift of our private selves to one another, and taking joy in the mutual expression of our bodies.

I delicately nestled the tip of a finger into the folds of my pussy. My clit was too sensitive to touch directly. I nudged my touch against it lightly from the side, using the soft flesh of the hood as a buffer against overstimulating myself to the point of pain. I let my hand find its natural rhythm and let all the remaining tension flow out of me.

“It’s just like when we were girls,” Dana breathed. “The way you touch yourself, it’s exactly the way I remember it. So fucking sexy.” Her fingers fucked in and out of her pussy. “Can you hear that? Can you hear how wet I am?”

“I can,” I responded thickly. “I’m pretty wet myself over here.”

“So I see.” Dana’s lips were parted, her tongue playing at the corner of her mouth. If I didn’t know better I would have suspected she was wondering what I might taste like. Even if she did, neither of us was drunk enough to let things go that far. “You have no idea how many times I’ve fantasized about doing this with you. I can’t believe it’s really happening.”

“I can’t either. Remind me to get more of that wine.”

“I will.” Dana pulled her fingers out of her pussy and brought them up to her nose.

She took in her own fragrance with a look of sublime satisfaction. She wasn’t holding anything back for my sake. I nearly choked when she tucked her wet fingers into her mouth and sucked at her own pussy juices. I was embarrassed to be witnessing an act as intensely personal as that, but at the same time I was glad to see I wasn’t the only one who enjoyed tasting myself that way. I drew my fingers out of my pulsing vagina and sucked them clean while my sister watched with a devilish gleam in her eye.

“We are a couple of sick bitches,” I giggled.

“Don’t you love it?” Dana gave her cunt a couple of sharp smacks and resumed diddling herself fervently. “Get over here with me, I want us to come next to each other like when we were in the camper.”

I didn’t waste a second. I went to the sofa and settled in next to her. The scent of her excitement was strong now that I was closer to her. I breathed her in and longed for more. Dana hooked her leg over top of mine. The smooth flesh of her warm thigh against mine only increased the pitch of my arousal. Don’t get me wrong, I’m perfectly satisfied with my husband and our sex life, but I hadn’t ever wanted to come as badly as I did just then. And the way my sister was furiously going at her own pussy made it obvious that she was feeling the same way.

“I’m going to come so hard,” I whined, biting my lower lip.

“Do it,” Dana panted. “Come with me. You look so fucking hot the way you play with yourself. This is better than when we were girls, even better than my fantasy.” She broke off with a long, keening moan.

I was so deeply into the moment that I was only half aware of how loud we were becoming. What would my husband do if he stumbled downstairs to find his wife and his sister-in-law naked and masturbating wildly like a pair of drunken teenagers? I should have been more concerned, but I didn’t care at that point.

“Your body is so hot,” I groaned. “This is crazy. We shouldn’t be doing this. We’re grown women, for God’s sake. We’re moms. This is so fucked up.” All through my whimpering protests I never let up for a second on my pussy.

“So fucked up,” Dana echoed and thrust her hips up off the sofa. “Watch me,” she demanded. “Watch me come. I’m going to come!” My big sister humped the air, ramming three fingers into herself and stroking her clit with frantic speed.

“I’m watching,” I assured her. “Finger your pussy for me. I want to see you come!”

She fought to contain her screams so that they came out as a kind of strained sob. Her hips were jerking and the muscles of her tummy spasming as the orgasm took away control of her body. It was easily the sexiest thing I had ever witnessed. But before I could wrap my head around this twisted reality, I was going off myself.

“Oh, fuck, I’m coming too. Fuck, fuck, fuck me!” Every muscle in my pussy tightened with a sudden snap, then the rest of my body convulsed in a jolt of condensed pleasure. The room disappeared from my awareness and all that remained was my electrified body and my sister’s cunt. A sudden yearning unlike anything I’d ever known seized me as the waves of orgasmic joy flowed through my core and out to the ends of every limb. My mind grasped at the fleeting sensations, willing them to last just a little longer. But inevitably they began to subside.

My sister and I were slumped on the sofa, sweaty and breathing heavily. Our hands were still between our legs, and the mingled odors of our sex hung heavy around us. A sense of pure love and intimate closeness suffused me. When I opened my eyes the room was spinning, but I found that if I concentrated on my sister’s stiffened nipple that was just a few inches from my face then the world remained perfectly still.

“Vicky,” Dana gasped between breaths, “that was fucking amazing. I can’t remember the last time I came like that.” She patted my leg, then left her hand there on my thigh. “I’m sorry.”

“Sorry? Why?”

“For making you do that. I shouldn’t have pushed you into it. Just because I’m pathetic and horny doesn’t mean I have the right to drag you down into my sick fantasies.” She struggled to lean forward, grabbed her wine glass, and swallowed what was left in it. “And being drunk is no excuse.”

“You don’t need to make excuses, or apologies.” I kissed her bare shoulder. “I’m glad you dragged me into your sick fantasy. I would have never been brave enough to do it, but it’s something I’ve thought about a lot over the years. I always felt guilty about what we did in that stinky old camper, but at the same time I couldn’t deny that I loved every second of it. Now all I wish is that we didn’t wait so long to do it again.”

“You really mean that?” Dana’s eyes were moist with unshed tears. “You’re not just saying that to make me feel better?”

“I do mean it, and I do want to make you feel better. Now stop making such a big fuss over everything and give me a hug.”

Our naked bodies came together and a new spark of arousal raced through me. I’d hugged my sister thousands of times, but never like this. The soft, pillowy flesh of her breasts pressed against mine and it was unlike anything I’d ever known. I could feel the heat of her pussy radiating against my belly. Masturbating with each other was one thing, but what I was contemplating in that moment was beyond what I was willing to consider.

“I love you, little sister.”

“And I love you, big sister.” I forced myself to break the hug before I let myself do something I would regret. “Now let me get a couple hours of sleep before the girls wake up.” I got up and gathered my discarded clothes and underwear. Dana remained on the sofa watching me traipsing around naked while she gently teased her pussy lips. I had the distinct sense that she was going to get herself off again. I was tempted to stay, but I didn’t trust myself. “Goodnight, sweet dreams.”

“Is it okay if we stay up late and ‘talk’ again tomorrow night?” Dana coyly dipped her finger into her juicy hole as she said the word ‘talk’ to make sure I knew precisely what she meant.

“I think I’d like that very much,” I answered with a wink. “We still have a lot of catching up to do.”

I could feel her eyes on my ass as I headed upstairs on wobbly legs to join my husband in bed. I didn’t know exactly what my sister had in mind, but I knew I was more than eager to find out.

Continue on to Part Two

Question for Readers

  • Posted on March 24, 2016 at 5:41 pm

By Naughty Mommy

If you were to read a first-person story in which the protagonist (the narrator) has a possibility of having sex with a large variety of different women and girls — and over the course of several chapters, she does end up making love with quite a few of them — how old would you want the protagonist to be?

Would it be more interesting and arousing for you if she was very young, like a pre-teen, if she was a teenager, a young adult, or a grown woman, perhaps in her 30s or 40s?

Please let me know in the comments below what age would make this kind of story most exciting for you, and maybe tell me why as well. I’d love to know that. Thanks in advance!

The Joy of Looking, Chapter 115

  • Posted on March 23, 2016 at 2:42 pm

By Naughty Mommy

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Mommy and Paula were really going at it on the sofa. The perky blonde had climbed onto my mother’s lap and was straddling her, holding her face in both hands, kissing and sucking her lips. My mom had one hand under Paula’s miniskirt, grabbing her butt, the other hand perhaps fondling her breasts, though from our angle we couldn’t really see that. Theresa was beside them, watching and masturbating.

Riley, Paula’s little girl, shuddered. She was breathing hard as we spied from upstairs on the women, as we watched our mothers groping and kissing. The child’s whole body was aquiver, trembling with arousal — and suddenly I realized that not only was I holding her tightly, my arms around the naked 9-year-old, I was also humping her! I’d started doing that without even knowing it, pushing my mound against her bottom, sliding up and down, grinding.

It felt great. I didn’t stop.

Paula and my mom finally broke their kiss, giggling and wiping their mouths. They turned to Theresa, their eyes going down to the hand working between her legs. She smiled at them as she continued rubbing herself through her panties.

“I know that we, uh, we can’t really do anything,” Theresa said, “but I just couldn’t help myself. Watching you two, well… it’s very exciting!”

“Why can’t we do anything?” Mommy asked.

“Oh, well, you know,” said Theresa, “not with the kids here, just upstairs. Maybe if we were alone, but —”

My mother shrugged. “I don’t know why that should matter. My girls know all about my sexuality. I’ve never tried to hide anything from them. They know very well that I’m a lesbian, and that, you know, that I’ve had many different partners.”

“Okay, but still…”

“I think sex is beautiful. The human body is beautiful. Women’s bodies, especially,” Mommy added with a smile.

“Damn right,” Paula nodded.

“Well, yes, of course,” Theresa conceded. “I agree, women are beautiful. But, uh…”

She didn’t say more. Her mouth hung open.

Mommy had both hands inside Paula’s clothing, and was sliding them up, raising the blouse the woman was wearing and the tank top beneath it as well. Paula did not resist. She lifted her arms. My mom pulled the two shirts up, and after a little tugging, they came off. The blonde was topless. She shook out her hair and placed her hands on her breasts, massaging them.

“Oh my god,” I heard Riley whisper.

While still grinding against the girl, even harder now, I put a hand lightly over her mouth, cautioning her to stay quiet. I caressed her pretty lips. Her tongue reached out to wet my fingertips.

“Now, you see?” my mother said. “Isn’t she beautiful? These lovely breasts?”

Mommy had a hand on Paula’s tit, the one nearer to us. We could see her squeezing and twisting the nipple. Paula moaned. Her daughter did too.

“Shhh,” I whispered softly in Riley’s ear. She nodded. I humped her.

My clit was tingling. Grinding my cunt against Riley’s butt was getting me so excited. I wasn’t going to let myself come — probably not, anyway — but it wouldn’t take much more. I licked her ear. She shivered and sucked my finger into her mouth.

“Well, uh, yes, she is,” Theresa said. “She’s beautiful. It’s just, I… I just don’t know…”

I noticed, however, that although the woman supposedly objected to the idea of openly having sex in the family room while their daughters were asleep upstairs (so they thought), she had not stopped rubbing her own pussy. It was a contradiction.

My mother must have noticed that too. She grinned at Theresa. “You don’t have to do anything if you don’t want to. But you can watch. I think you like watching, don’t you?”

Without waiting for an answer, Mommy kissed Paula again, wrapping her arms around her, stroking her bare back. Paula moaned, opening her mouth, sucking on my mother’s tongue. Her hands groped at my mom’s breasts through her dress.

I heard Riley whimper. And then all at once it dawned on me, to my surprise, that the little girl was masturbating, playing with herself as she viewed the action below. I wasn’t sure when she’d begun doing that, but it totally turned me on. She was still sucking my finger, so I kept that hand there but let the other slide to her chest, finding her puffy nipples, teasing them as I continued humping her bottom.

“Yes, I do like watching,” we heard Theresa say. “I like it very much.”

And as we watched, the woman moved her legs even farther apart, slipping her hand inside her panties. She rubbed herself and repeated, “I do like watching.”

The others made no response to this. They were too busy kissing and fondling. Theresa watched them and masturbated — but only a few seconds later, she stopped. She frowned and licked her lips. It looked as if she might be trying to make her mind up.

With a nod, Theresa got to her feet. After hiking the dress up to her waist, she hooked her thumbs into the waistband of her ivory-colored bikini panties and quickly pushed them down, stepping out of them. Her shoes were already off. She sat again on the sofa, but this time leaning in a corner with one foot up on the cushion, knee bent, long legs spread wide open.

Riley and I could see Theresa’s pussy. It was gleaming wet — even from where we were, we could see that. Her dark pubic hair was closely trimmed, but not shaved. She put both hands on her vulva and resumed masturbating.

It wasn’t clear whether Paula or my mom saw what Theresa had done. Probably they did, but neither made any indication of it. Mommy was sucking Paula’s nipple now. Paula’s eyes were closed. She was groaning, stroking my mother’s hair.

I heard Riley whimper again. She was trembling, shaking all over. It seemed to me that the girl might be almost ready to come. But how loud would she be if she did? Would the women hear her, and discover us spying on them? Then what would happen?

By that time, I was so turned on I almost didn’t care. It didn’t matter — nothing mattered but sex. I humped Riley and played with her nipples while she masturbated.

We watched our moms kiss and touch each other, her mother and my mother. It looked as if Mommy had her hand inside Paula’s panties now, maybe stroking her clit or even fucking her, though we couldn’t tell for sure. But Paula was moaning excitedly and kind of rocking up and down on Mommy’s lap.

Next to them on the sofa, Theresa was rubbing herself. She had both hands between her legs, fingers moving very fast. Her panties were on the floor. The woman was breathing hard, her face turning red. She kept nodding and licking her lips as she stared at the others.

My finger was still in Riley’s mouth. She was sucking and nibbling on it, almost like it was a nipple — or maybe a clitoris. Thinking about that, imagining the 9-year-old doing to my stiff clit what she was doing to my finger almost made me come right then. I humped her even faster.

And then Theresa climaxed. “Ohhh!!” she groaned.

The loud sound caught everyone’s attention. Paula turned and looked, as did my mom. Riley froze. She seemed to be holding her breath.

“Ohhh!!” Theresa groaned again, her long, lean body repeatedly shuddering. “Ohh… ohh…”

Her eyes had been tightly shut, but as her orgasmic spasms gradually began to recede, she opened them, smiling sheepishly. “God,” she sighed, catching her breath. “Sorry about that. I didn’t mean to —”

“Please, don’t apologize,” my mother chuckled. “I love seeing you do that. It’s very hot.”

“Yeah, oh my god, it’s great!” agreed Paula. “So sexy.”

I felt Riley begin to move again, playing with herself. I’d stopped my humping too, momentarily, but now I resumed grinding my crotch against her bottom.

My mother had her hand on Theresa’s bare leg. She was stroking her smooth inner thigh, fingers gradually moving closer to the woman’s pussy.

“You look so beautiful like that,” Mommy purred, “open wide, like an invitation. Would it be all right if I have a taste?”

“Oh, well, uh… I, I mean…” Theresa stammered. She swallowed hard, then said, “I, well, I think I’d like that, I really would. Except, I, I’m sorry, but would you mind too much if we went upstairs now, to your room? I’d feel better that way.”

“Of course, that’s just fine,” my mother said, patting Theresa’s knee. “Let’s all three go up there.”

“Uh-oh,” I whispered in Riley’s ear, drawing her back around the corner of the wall, into the shadows.

I turned the girl toward me. There was enough light coming up from below that we could see one another’s faces. I quickly kissed her lips, then said, “Go back to Molly’s room and pretend you’re asleep, okay? I’ll come and get you in a minute.”

“Okay,” she nodded, then scurried down the hall and disappeared through the door, quietly closing it behind her.

I went into my own room, shut the door, and slipped into bed. My heart was pounding. It was all so exciting! It made me want to wake my sister Kate and tell her everything we’d done, but I didn’t. I waited, listening for the sounds of the moms coming upstairs.

Soon I heard them. There were no voices, but I heard a few giggles and could detect footsteps going past my door. After they faded, and I sensed the women were inside Mommy’s room, I got out of bed again. I went to the door and paused, listening. I wanted to give them plenty of time to get undressed and start making love, being certain no one had any second thoughts and left the room, coming out into the hall.

After two or three minutes had passed and I was sure it was safe, I opened the door and crept down the hall to Molly’s room. Hers was the bedroom closest to my mom’s, so I had to be very quiet. I peeked in. Riley was inside the nest of blankets, on the end, covers pulled up to her chin — but she was looking at me, her eyes wide, a happy smile on her face. The other girls were still asleep.

I crooked a finger, motioning Riley to come with me. The girl was unable to suppress a tiny giggle as she crawled out from under the blankets and pranced toward me. I took her hand, whispered, “Shhh,” and led her into the hall.

We went to my room. Closing the door, I said, “I just want to kiss you a little more, okay? Is that all right?”

“Sure, of course,” she nodded, grinning. The lights were off, but my curtains were open and there was a full moon that night. We could easily see each other.

“Okay, just, I want to make sure,” I told her. “Because if you don’t want to, it’s fine.”

“No, I do want to. I like it.”

“Good, me too.” Holding her hand, I took her to my bed. We got inside. She was in the middle, next to Kate, who was sleeping on her stomach, her face turned away from us. Riley looked at her.

“Don’t worry about Kate,” I said. “She won’t wake up. She never does.”

As soon as I said that, though, I wondered if perhaps Riley wanted Kate to wake up, if she might be hoping to kiss her as well. Maybe so, but for now I wasn’t going to think about that. I was too eager to kiss this girl myself and hold her close and rub my naked body against hers.

I took her in my arms. She responded eagerly, opening her mouth with a lustful sigh. We kissed wetly. I played with her nipples again and encouraged her to play with mine, which she did. Within only a few minutes I was on top of her, grinding my cunt against her leg. I needed to come so badly!

“Riley,” I gasped, breaking our kiss for a moment, “is it okay if I do this? I have to do it, I have to!”

“Uh-huh,” she nodded, “it’s—”

Before she could say more, I covered her mouth with mine. I humped her faster and faster, feeling the momentum growing, the pressure building, that delicious swelling joy of an impending climax. I kissed the pretty girl, sucked her tongue, rubbed myself against her thigh, and then, “God!!”

I came, very loudly. I didn’t mean to be so noisy, but I couldn’t help it. Sometimes it just happens that way. I groaned and gasped, shuddering, feeling the slippery warm wetness of my juices on her leg. “God!” I cried again. But still I didn’t stop. With my eyes closed, I kissed Riley’s mouth again and humped her even faster, extending the orgasm, wanting it never to end.

It worked. I came a second time, only half a minute or so after my first climax. This one was even wetter. I was totally soaking the girl’s leg, and my sheets, but I didn’t care. I loved coming on her. I humped and humped and humped until finally there was nothing left. I sighed and relaxed, nuzzling her neck.

“Wow.”

I heard a voice. It was Katie’s. I raised my head and looked at her.

My sister was pushed up on an elbow, grinning at us. She was naked. We could see her little boobies, her dark brown button nipples.

“Wow,” she repeated.

“Sorry I woke you up,” I chuckled.

“It’s okay, I don’t mind. You were really loud.”

“I know.”

“Are the moms home?” asked Kate.

“Yeah, um, Paula and Theresa are here. They’re in Mommy’s room. Dana and Megan aren’t here, though. They’re at Dana’s apartment, I guess. Or Megan’s.”

“They’re in Mommy’s room?” Kate asked, eyebrows raised.

“Uh-huh,” I nodded.

“They were kissing,” Riley said. “Your mom and my mom. They were like, doing stuff, and, um, and um, Ms. Chandler, Emily’s mom, she was watching them.”

“Yeah, and not only watching, but masturbating. We saw her come,” I told her.

“Really?” asked Kate.

“Uh-huh, we did,” said Riley. “It was nice.”

“So you guys were spying?” Kate asked, with a leer.

“Yeah, we were,” I said. “We were both naked, and like, touching ourselves and stuff.”

Riley nodded happily.

“Did they see you?” asked Kate.

“Uh-uh.” Riley shook her head. “Before they came upstairs, we went in our rooms. They didn’t see us.”

“Okay.” Kate yawned and stretched, then lay down on her back. “Sorry, you guys, I’m really sleepy. You can keep doing whatever you want to, though, I don’t mind.”

My sister closed her eyes, breathing softly. It always amazed me how easily and quickly she was able to fall asleep. The sheets were just above her waist, her tempting nipples exposed. I gazed at them, feeling my lust begin to build again. I wanted her. I needed her.

I glanced at Riley. She was looking at Kate.

Now I had a decision to make: should I take Riley back to Molly’s room first? Or should I let her stay and watch us, if she wanted to? I chose the latter.

With my finger under her chin, I turned the girl’s face toward mine. I kissed her, then whispered, “Do you want to go back to bed? Are you sleepy?”

She shook her head, “No.”

Riley didn’t seem drowsy at all, even though it was almost 1:30. And I certainly wasn’t either. I was still way too turned on.

“Do you want to watch me with her?” I asked.

“What do you mean?” she frowned. “She’s sleeping, isn’t she?”

“Maybe, but I’m gonna wake her up.”

I slid off Riley, pushed down the sheets, and knelt between Kate’s legs, gently pushing them apart. My sister stirred, but didn’t open her eyes. I leaned in close, sniffing her pussy, inhaling the girlish scent. Then I kissed her, just a soft, warm kiss, my lips on her lips, her smooth puffy labia.

Riley sat up and scooted over toward me, wanting to see. I nuzzled Kate’s vulva, my nose slipping between her lips, seeking her clit. As I continued to nuzzle, I extended my tongue, enjoying the salty, tangy taste of her slit. My fingers found the opening to her vagina. I slid the tip of a finger around the rim. It was moist and slippery. I eased the finger inside. I heard her groan.

Kate was awake now. She was propped on her elbows, gazing down at me. “Eat me, Julie,” she urged. “Eat my pussy.”

“Oh my god,” Riley breathed. I glanced up at her. The girl had begun to masturbate as she watched me lick my sister. I could see her tickling her hairless pussy. It made me smile.

Then I turned my attention back to the pussy in front of my face. After pressing my finger more deeply inside her vagina, sliding it in and out a little bit, I nuzzled Kate again, the end of my nose finding her stiff nub. I kissed and licked her clit, feeling it grow, becoming even harder under my tongue.

Kate was trembling, breathing faster, starting to whimper. I could tell she was already getting close. What I knew she liked more than anything else was being fucked, having a woman’s — or a girl’s — fingers pushing deep inside her cunt. So I added a second finger. She was tight, although not as tight as she had been a few months earlier before receiving the vibrator from my mom as a birthday present. I fucked her hard with two fingers and sucked her clit.

“Yes, yes!” she cried. “Fuck me, Julie!”

We heard a sudden gasp, saw Riley fall to her side on the bed, both hands clamped tightly between her legs. She was climaxing. I was kind of surprised it had happened so fast. She must have been really turned on.

But now it was Katie’s turn. With my fingers pumping inside her, my mouth fastened over her clit, sucking and nibbling, it didn’t take much longer. After only a few more seconds, she squealed loudly. Her legs came together, squeezing my head. I felt the muscles of her vagina contract around my fingers, clenching and releasing in repeated spasms. I scented the lovely aroma of her climax, felt warm juices dribbling onto my hand. It was so totally thrilling — I love making my sister come!

When it was clear she was finished and could take no more, I eased my fingers out of her and sucked them into my mouth, savoring her flavor. I lay down next to Kate, taking her hand in mine, squeezing it. Her eyes were still closed and she was panting, but beginning to calm down.

Riley pushed herself up to a sitting position. “That was amazing,” she smiled. “I’ve never seen — I mean, I’ve like, watched videos and stuff, but — but wow!”

Kate giggled. She had her eyes open now. I grinned at her, and then at Riley. I briefly considered saying something to the girl, asking her not to tell anyone what she’d seen. Then I thought, nah, what do I care? I’m proud of who I am, and very proud of my family, the passionate love we all share. So I didn’t say anything.

“Okay, um, I guess I’ll go back to bed now,” said Riley. “But thanks for getting me up, Julie, and letting me do, well, all that stuff, everything. It was really fun!”

“You’re welcome,” I said, sitting up.

It also occurred to me, of course, that perhaps I shouldn’t let the little girl go back to Molly’s room, that maybe I should make love with her, lick her sweet pussy. I decided I ought to wait, though, and let her make the first move. That would happen soon enough, I was pretty sure. And what I really hoped was that the next time might be with her mother as well, both of them together, and maybe even with her older sister, Alexa, too. That would be perfect.

I got up and walked Riley to the door. “G’night,” she said, waving to Kate.

“Night,” Katie replied, yawning.

Riley gave me a quick kiss on the lips, then slipped out into the hall. I got back in bed with my sister and cuddled with her, holding her close as she fell back to sleep. Then I wondered what was happening in my mother’s room. Were the women still awake, having hot sex? Probably they were, and for a moment I thought about getting up again and going to her bedroom door, listening.

But it felt so nice in bed with Kate, so warm and soft. I snuggled even closer, and soon drifted off to sleep.

Continue on to Chapter 116

Little, Chapter 5 –Finis–

  • Posted on March 21, 2016 at 4:01 pm

By Cheryl Taggert

The next morning, the three of us slept in and made love when we awoke. I had been awakened by the two sisters in a hot sixty-nine that night, and later Becky went down on me, which woke me up again, so sleeping in was a good thing.

But I had a plan that had materialized in the night. It involved a seduction. I knew that Laura, Anne and Becky’s mother, had sex with Anne twice when Anne was ten.

Now I was nine, thanks to the wish on a star that had come true, and I felt certain that I could get Laura interested in me… and perhaps even her daughters.

While Anne drove home, I confessed my plan to the sisters. At first Anne was against the idea, but Becky was all for it, and we managed to talk Anne into at least allowing me to try. After all, I wasn’t your usual nine-year-old. I was a nine-year-old with the mind of a twenty-one year old. I knew of Laura’s past excursion into sex with her young daughter, so I was aware that the interest would be there. And being twenty-one provided a certain level of understanding of situations and how to manipulate them to my advantage, especially since I didn’t look twenty-one.

When we arrived at their house. I was happy to find that Laura was home alone. It was Sunday and Mr. Thompson was going to be gone playing golf all day. That suited me fine!

Anne introduced me. “Mom, this is Carol,” she said, using the name I had tried to give Becky the day before. “She’s a friend of Becky’s we saw on the way home and picked up. Is it okay if she spends some time here playing?”

“Hi, Carol. Does your mom know you’re here?”

“Yes ma’am,” I answered. “I was just out for a walk with my mom when Anne and Becky drove by. They stopped and, well, here I am.”

Laura smiled at me. I thought it was a sexy, seductive smile, but it may have been wishful thinking.

“Mom? Is it okay if I go to the store and get some munchies for us? We’re thinking of playing some games.”

“Sure,” Laura said. “You going alone or are you taking company?” she asked, indicating Becky and me.

“Alone,” she said, and Becky interrupted her, as we’d planned.

“But I wanna go with you to the store!” she said.

“Okay, you can come, I guess,” Anne said.

“Is it okay if I stay here and get to know your mom?” I asked, being as nonchalant as possible.

“I guess,” Becky said, “if it’s okay with my mom.”

I looked at Laura and smiled. “Would that be okay?” I asked.

Laura looked nervous, as if she weren’t sure she wanted to be alone with me. Was it because she doesn’t trust herself with me? I wondered.

“Well, I suppose so,” Laura answered, and the plan was fully in motion.

I smiled the naughtiest smile I could muster at her, and she reddened, as if I’d been able to read her mind.

“We’ll be back soon,” Anne said, and she and Becky left.

I was alone with Laura. I admired her tan and decided I could start there.

“You have a wonderful tan, Ms. Thompson. Do you go to a salon or lie outside?”

“I lie outside in our back yard,” she said.

“I like to sunbathe with no clothes on,” I told her. “I told my mom I like the freedom of being naked outside. Do you ever do that?”

Laura was a bit shocked at my sudden revelation. Her eyes were wide and she stammered out a reply. “Uh, well, sometimes.”

“I told Becky about how I like to do that, and she wants to do that too. She wants to do it today if that’s okay with you. I mean, we’re just naked. It’s not like we’re kissing or anything.”

Again, Laura seemed at a loss for words.

“Would it be okay if we sunbathe nude?” I asked, all Little Miss Innocent.

“I suppose so,” she said.

“Great!” I said then started to pull Becky’s shorts off before stopping. “Oh, is it okay if I go ahead and get naked?”

Staring at me, she just nodded. I could see her breathing was a bit faster than it had been when I first entered her home.

Grinning, I pulled the shorts and panties down in one movement before lifting the hem of the t-shirt to remove it. Kicking off the sandals, I now stood in front of Laura, totally naked. I spread my arms and legs as if to say, “Ta-Dah!”

She was staring at my pussy. I knew she was getting turned on. Had I not known of her experiences with Anne, of course, I would never have done anything like this, but that knowledge pushed me forward, making me bolder than I’d ever been before.

I stepped over to where Laura was sitting and sat beside her, leaning against the arm of the small sofa and spreading my legs by tucking one leg beneath me and sticking the other one out more or less straight.

Then I began to touch myself. Not out-and-out masturbation, but close enough. I was just petting it, spreading the labia and enjoying the feelings, not to mention the power I was now feeling over this adult woman. I was obviously pleasuring myself right in front of her, as if I were doing nothing more than crocheting something.

For a moment, Laura just stared at me and what I was doing.

“Um… honey?” she croaked. Her throat was evidently very dry.

I looked up at her and grinned. “Yes, ma’am?”

“What… uh… what are you doing?”

“You mean this?” I asked, indicating my hand at my pussy.

“Yes.”

“Well, it feels good when I do this. I do it a lot really. Sometimes it will feel so good I want to scream. I don’t know why it feels so good, but it does. Do you ever do this and it feels really good?”

She avoided my question, although I knew the answer. Instead, she asked, “Does your mom know you like to do that?”

Because I wasn’t really who she thought I was, I could tell any lie I wanted to, so I said, “Sure. Sometimes she joins in and we do it together. She said it feels good because I have a secret treasure in there and rubbing it makes it feel good.”

By this time, I was doing more than just petting myself. I was definitely masturbating now. Openly pleasuring myself in front of my best friend’s mother. It made me feel sexy and naughty at the same time.

In other words, I loved it.

“Your mom,” she started before pausing. Then she continued. “Your mom does this with you?”

“Yeah, my dad and mom are divorced and she says I help her cope by doing this with her sometimes. Sometimes we even do each other. That’s ‘specially fun,” I said, my eyes wide with enthusiasm.

“Really?” she asked. She was again at a loss for words. I knew this was turning her on. Her breathing was becoming increasingly labored, and she would stare at what I was doing to myself and lick her lips, though I don’t think she knew she was.

“Yeah. And sometimes –” I stopped, as if I might be saying too much. She took the bait.

“What? Sometimes, what, honey?” Her own hands had begun to move along her ribcage, briefly massaging the undersides of her boobs as they passed there.

“Well, you promise you won’t tell anyone?”

“I promise.”

“Sometimes, my mommy, well, she puts her mouth on me there. That feels best of all.”

Laura turned completely red at this, whether from embarrassment or horniness, I don’t know.

“She –” Laura swallowed. “She puts her mouth on you? Down there?”

“Yeah. That feels even better than fingers,” I said, starting to flick my fingers across my clit. I could hear the slick sounds and knew Laura could too.

“I see,” she said, her hands fluttering across her tummy, obviously dying to be able to do more.

Then I pretended to have a sudden idea. “Would you do that to me?!”

“What? You mean go dow—I mean put my mouth on you there?”

“Sure! Mommy does it and says I taste delicious! Don’t you want to taste me?”

Her brow wrinkled at me. “Did someone put you up to this?”

I looked innocently back at her, my mouth dropping open as if that would be nearly impossible.

“No. I just love doing this and looking at you made me want to do it, and I thought maybe you would like to taste me and make it feel super good. That’s all! I swear!”

“If I do this, you won’t tell anyone?”

“No.”

“Especially your mother. You can’t tell her either.”

“She wouldn’t mind. She does it too and loves it. She even lets me do it to her too.”

“Oh,” Laura said, obviously surprised at this. “You do that to your mommy too?”

“Yeah! She tastes great too! I bet you taste great! Can I taste you? Please?!”

“But Anne and Becky might catch us. I’m sure they won’t be long.”

“It’s okay. I’ve already done this with them before. Anne told me you did it with her when she was a little girl and she misses it, so I did it to her while she did it to Becky, who did it to me.”

Laura’s mouth dropped open.

“You… I mean… Anne told you what I did?”

“Uh-huh. It’s okay. I won’t tell anyone, not even my mom.”

“And you… you’ve done this with Anne and Becky before?”

“Yeah. They LOVE it!”

“Oh my God.” It was almost a whisper. She obviously was wondering if this hadn’t been a trap after all. She’d asked who had put me up to this, and now she may have thought she knew. Maybe it was Anne who’d started this seduction in motion. At least she had to know this had been a seduction, whether done on my own or by Anne’s suggestion.

“Come on,” I pleaded. “Please can we do this? I won’t tell, and if they catch us, Anne and Becky won’t tell either. They will probably join in.”

She looked at me oddly and chuckled. “How old are you?”

“Nine, going on twenty-one,” I answered smiling, and she did not know how truthful that was.

As she sat there, I reached over and began to unbutton her shorts and unzip them. She did nothing, just watched as my wet fingers fought with the fabric. When I had completed this, she lifted her hips to allow me to pull her shorts down. I grasped them and the panties beneath and tugged until they were at her knees, then I stood and removed them entirely.  I lifted the shirt over her head, and she was now as naked as I was.

Urging her onto the floor with a slight push, I settled myself into her body and kissed her, my tongue exploring hers. When we broke the kiss, she said, “Where did you learn to kiss like that?”

“I have more experience than you think,” I answered and moved to her boobs to suck, nibble, and kiss them. They were not too large, but much bigger than Anne’s. I figured she was probably a C cup, maybe a D. I spent several minutes making love to her titties before moving my way down her tummy, traveling to her most intimate area.

I noticed her tan covered all of her evenly, indicating she rarely sunbathed with anything on. When I reached her pussy, I swung my leg over her and planted my pussy where she could get to it with her mouth.

I dove into her wetness and she returned the favor. She was certainly good at this. Her mouth, lips, and tongue knew just what to do. I concluded that Anne had not been her only female lover.

We were clinched together like that, on the brink of powerful orgasms when I heard the front door open. I don’t know if Laura heard it, but she didn’t stop if she did. Neither did I. We were both intent on coming.

She began to scream into my small pussy, and I did the same in hers. The orgasm seemed to want to rip me apart, and I wondered if hers was this good.

When we finished, I scooted to where I could lay beside her and kiss her. We did that for a moment until we saw Anne and Becky standing over us and smiling.

“We have a lot to talk about, young lady,” Laura said to Anne.

“I’m sorry, Mom. I only told them because, well, because I missed it,” Anne said, tears springing instantly to her eyes.

I looked at the sisters and said, “We can all talk later. In the meantime, get undressed.”

Laura and I sat up and watched as the sisters removed their clothes. I spent more time watching Laura’s reaction than I did the sisters since I had seen them naked just a few hours before. She watched them strip and I could tell it was making her horny.

“Ms. Thompson,” I said, and she looked at me. “Don’t question it. Don’t worry about it. They want it, and you do, too. Nobody will ever tell. And as I just demonstrated with you, it can be a LOT of fun!”

Laura looked at her daughters. “Do you?”

“Do we what?” Becky asked.

“Do you want to do this? With me?”

The sisters smiled. “I never wanted you to stop!” Anne said.

“How long have the two of you been doing things together right under my nose?” Laura asked.

“You won’t be mad?” Anne asked.

“No, I won’t be mad.”

“Just remember you said that,” Anne reminded her mother. “Since Becky was three.”

“THREE!?” Laura’s mouth dropped open.

“She loves it!” Anne said. “And you said you wouldn’t be mad!”

“I’m not mad!” Laura said, though she seemed close to it. “I’m… well… I’m shocked!”

“I started masturbating regularly when I was four,” I said, hoping to ease the tension that had built so quickly.

“Really?” Laura asked. “Four?”

“Yeah.”

“I love it, Mommy!” Becky offered. “I’m so glad she did seduce me then. I’ve had so much fun with my big sister. We love each other so much, and that’s because, well, we LOVE each other so much!”

“You’re sure?” Laura asked, now much calmer.

“Yes, I’m sure,” Becky answered.

“Let’s watch them together. You’ll see,” I suggested.

Laura looked at me and nodded. She seemed nearly in a daze.

Becky and Anne lay together on the floor near us and began to make love. They were beautiful, and I could see that Laura thought so too.

Halfway through their lovemaking, I moved over and began to lick and play with Becky’s butthole, which was exposed as she lay in a hot sixty-nine with her sister. Then I felt Laura at my own butthole and pussy, licking and kissing me there.

Soon, I could tell everyone was getting close by the sounds we made. Anne arrived at hers first, followed almost immediately by Becky, then I came, followed by Laura, whose pussy was being fingered and rubbed by Becky.

Then it was Laura’s turn to be with her daughters. They kissed for several minutes before licking, kissing, and sucking each other’s boobs, even Becky’s, which hadn’t even grown yet. Then they moved into a daisy chain. Laura started with Anne while Anne made oral love once again to Becky’s slit. Becky completed the circle by feasting on her mother’s pussy, licking the juices out of the very canal she entered the world through.

Anne asked me if I wanted to join them as things began to heat up, but I declined, wanting this family to join in sexual love without me. Instead, I watched and rubbed my own pussy to another explosion. In the meantime, they switched partners several times among themselves so that each had some time licking the others.

The orgasms mounted for the mother and two daughters right after I had mine. Based on their reactions, I’d say they all had a wonderful time and would repeat this small orgy many times in the future.

Finally, we lay back and caught our breath. This had been one of the most amazing experiences of my life, whether you measured it nine years or twenty-one.

“I could use a nap,” I said, and Anne agreed, as did Becky. We’d been awake much of the night before and the lack of sleep, despite sleeping late, was catching up to us.

“Go ahead upstairs to Anne’s room,” Laura said. “Tom won’t be home for another few hours since he usually plays eighteen holes, stops by the clubhouse, then plays another eighteen. He hasn’t had time to finish the first eighteen yet.”

“What are you gonna do?” Becky asked her mother.

“I think I’ll make plans for an all-girl vacation, just me and my two daughters. School lets out in a few weeks, and I think we need to go be alone somewhere to figure out this new aspect to our relationship.”

Anne, Becky, and I trudged up to Anne’s room, lay down, and fell immediately asleep. I fell asleep with a smile on my face, feeling I had somehow accomplished something beautiful today. All thanks to my new nine-year-old body.

********

When I awoke a few hours later, I had an odd feeling, such as I have when I’ve been sleeping hard and don’t realize where I am. Funny how that only seems to happen when I nap. But the sensation was an odd one, to be sure.

I began to sit up and realized what had happened.

I was twenty-one again. My adult body was back, and it made me happy and sad at the same time. I knew being nine would never last, but I wanted it to last at least another few days. I lay wondering why it had happened in the first place. I looked beside me and noticed that Anne was starting to wake as well. Becky was snuggled up to her sister, her left arm thrown across her big sister’s chest. The arm snaked between my friend’s breasts, which were capped by nipples that were stiffening as I watched.

Anne opened her eyes and looked at me, smiling. Then she was instantly awake, staring at my adult body.

“What happened?” she whispered excitedly.

“Shh! You’ll wake Becky. I guess I turned back into my adult self.”

Anne squirmed from beneath the arm and we got up. She looked at me, running her eyes over my nudity, taking it in. It occurred to me she’d never seen me naked except as a nine-year-old. She definitely liked what she saw.

“Did we really make love with my mom?”

“Yeah.”

“Maybe that’s why you became little. Maybe it was to get the three of us together in some sort of incestuous lesbian affair,” she offered.

“I don’t know. But I’m glad it happened.” I looked around and said, “I’ll have to borrow something to wear. I wore Becky’s clothes over here.”

We laughed at that, which woke Becky up.

“Hey! You’re big again!” she said, sadness registering on her face.

“Yeah, honey. I knew it would happen sooner or later.”

“Now I don’t have anyone my age to do stuff with.”

“Well, maybe you don’t,” I said, “but that doesn’t mean you can’t try to find someone like you. Anyway, now you not only have your sister to make love with, but your mom and me, too.”

She nodded and smiled at that. “Yeah, I guess I do.”

“And we have Cheryl and her wish to thank for that,” Anne said.

********

When I finally got home, I removed Anne’s borrowed clothes and placed them in my hamper to wash later so I could return them clean.

Laura was taking advantage of the free time and was enjoying her own nap when we left, so she didn’t see the adult me. I figured we would probably tell her about the magic that had happened for whatever reason when she began to inquire about “Carol.”

Then, naked, I sat down for a while, and the impact of everything hit me and for some reason I began to cry.

I cried for the little girl I had been, the one who hadn’t known any better that she should love herself and make lasting memories, and not only memories of her pre-pubescent pussy. She needed to make memories of the joy of her young life as well. I cried for myself, the little girl who was now an adult, officially, and that thought of becoming “legal” wasn’t as wonderful as it had been a mere two days ago. I also cried for the women in the world who longed for something else and when they found it, were too afraid to accept who they were to enjoy it, therefore missing out on years of joy that could never be re-captured.

And I cried that I would never again know my own little mound of Venus, but would forever be with this adult one that I didn’t find nearly as beautiful.

Then I remembered the video I’d made. The one of myself masturbating that little pussy when I’d first awakened a young girl of nine. Had that only been yesterday morning? It seemed so much had happened since then, and I suppose a lot had. I had made two – no three – very good friends.

And one of them was still only nine.

As I hooked the camera to my computer to upload my masturbation video, I thought of everything I would try to teach Becky that I had not learned at so tender an age.

And that made me feel so much better that I was able to be a narcissist and masturbate to the image of my much younger self getting her own orgasm.

The tears dried, and I decided to make it my life’s work to open horizons for others.

Perhaps these words you have read about my experience will begin that work.

-30-

I hope you have enjoyed this ending to “Little.” I expected it to be longer, but this ending sort of wrote itself, much as I described here. The good news is that now I can devote my time to finishing what will be a VERY long story, “I Was the Daughter of a Porn Star.”

The Joy of Looking, Chapter 114

  • Posted on March 20, 2016 at 4:54 pm

By Naughty Mommy

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We were all on my mother’s bed, seven naked girls from age 13 down to age 7. Riley, the sexy, flirty 9-year-old blonde, giggled and wiped her mouth as she sat up. She and my sister Kate had just completed a hot session of making out. Now it would be someone else’s turn.

But then Riley noticed what I was doing. She saw my hand between my legs, stroking my clit.

“Wow,” she smiled. “I… I like doing that too, sometimes.”

“So do I,” said my younger sister Molly. “I like it a lot.”

“Me too!” added Chelsea.

Riley turned to them, eyes popping out as she discovered both Molly and Chelsea also masturbating.

“Wow,” she repeated. Then to Chelsea she said, “But, um, you’re only… I mean, how old are you?”

“I’m 7.”

“Omigod. I didn’t start doing it until, like, a few months ago. I was watching some older girls online, in this chat room, so I tried it. But, 7…”

“Yeah,” Chelsea said. “Molly taught me how. I’ve seen my mom doing it too, but —”

She stopped, apparently unsure if she should say more about something like that.

I decided to change the subject, thinking we weren’t quite prepared yet for the conversation to go in that direction. “So, um, who’s gonna kiss next, anyway?”

As I looked around at the other girls, I saw that Kate had begun masturbating too, a finger sliding up and down between her pussy lips. I smiled at her.

“Julie?” I heard.

I turned and found that it was Emily, her beautiful green eyes wide, questioning. “Do you want to, maybe, kiss me?”

“Do I? Heck yeah! In fact I’ve always wanted to,” I admitted. Apparently this was a night for confessions. It was almost as if we were playing Truth or Dare without even trying.

“Really?” Emily grinned. “You really want to kiss me? You’ve thought about it?”

“Oh my god, yes, a lot. Ever since I first met you. You’re just so pretty and everything.”

“Wow,” Riley chuckled, “this is getting hot.”

The young blonde was masturbating as well now, sitting on her knees with her legs spread wide, both hands massaging her hairless slit. “But are you guys just gonna talk about it?” she teased. “Or are you gonna kiss, so we can watch you?”

“No, we’ll kiss,” I giggled, scooting over on the bed toward Emily.

Then I noticed Samantha, sitting quietly by herself. “Except, um, why don’t we try it with three girls. Samantha, you too, okay? We can kind of go in turns.”

“In turns?” she asked.

“Yeah. First I’ll kiss you, then I’ll kiss Emily, then you kiss each other, okay? We’ll take turns.”

“Okay!”

The evening was developing into something I hadn’t expected. It was still fairly early, not even 10:00 yet according to the clock by my mother’s bed, so we had plenty of time and we could do whatever we wanted. But how far would we go?

It turned out we didn’t really go much further. I kissed Samantha for a while, which was really nice, and then I kissed Emily, which was even nicer. After that, I rubbed myself as I watched the two of them kiss. Meanwhile the other girls were masturbating too, although none of us reached climax.

I suppose it was because it was all so new, so many things taking place for the first time: girls kissing who hadn’t kissed each other before, and then masturbating in front of one another in such a big group. Or maybe it was because it was such a large group. If it had been only two or three girls together, perhaps something else would have happened.

Anyway, we did more kissing, going around, taking turns, and everybody played with themselves, but it never developed into more than that. I was hoping, of course, that we might actually have sex, but I didn’t want to push things if some of the others weren’t ready for it.

As had happened at Molly’s slumber party, the mutual kissing eventually turned into giggling and then just talking. We began sharing secrets, Riley telling us she had spied on her older sister, Alexa, watching her masturbate. Chelsea repeated that she had seen her mother masturbate, and Emily said she was pretty sure she’d heard her own mom doing that, though she hadn’t actually seen her. We talked about the various ways we each liked to masturbate, how old we were when we started, how often we did it and so on.

“Do you guys ever watch porn?” Kate asked at one point.

“I do,” Molly nodded. Kate and I already knew about that, obviously, since Molly often watched it together with us and our mother. But it may have been news to some of the others.

“Yeah, I do,” said Riley. “I like it.”

“Me too,” agreed Chelsea. I knew that when the little girl and her mom had sex they occasionally would put on one of the lesbian porn videos Dana had starred in when she was a teenager. That was super hot — but again I didn’t think it was time to reveal such things to Emily or Riley. I didn’t want to scare them off with our family’s perversity. However, I did decide to bring up another idea.

“You know, talking about spying,” I said to Riley, “I’ve done that too, a lot. I sometimes spy on my mom when she has sex with other women.”

That got everyone’s attention. My sisters knew all about my spying, of course, and had even done it with me, but still seemed startled by my open admission of it. And for Riley and Emily, this was a bombshell.

“Your mother?? Other women?? You watch??” Excited questions from the two 9-year-olds overlapped and replicated.

Giggling, I said, “Yeah, she does, she has sex with women. I’ve watched her. But you guys already knew that, right? I mean, you knew she was a lesbian, didn’t you? I thought everyone did.”

“Well, yeah, I guess,” said Riley with a frown, appearing deep in thought. It may be that for the first time she was actually realizing what that knowledge meant. She might have understood in principle that her friend Molly’s mom was a lesbian — but it was another thing to visualize it.

“Does she, I mean, like, you know… who…?” Emily stammered. She wanted to ask something but couldn’t quite articulate it.

“You mean, who does she do it with?” I asked her.

“Yeah,” the brunette nodded.

“Lots of different women. I’ve seen her lots of times.” I wasn’t going to name names. That would be a violation of privacy. I was already pushing the boundaries pretty far, anyway, by telling these girls about my mother’s promiscuity. But it was so much fun to see their reaction!

Riley said, “I think, um, my mom, I mean… I know she’s done that, had sex with other ladies. She got in trouble with my stepdad because of it. My soon-to-be ex-stepdad, that is.”

“Yeah, so I’ve heard,” I said.

“But, um,” Riley continued, “do you think, I mean, do you think maybe your mom and my mom, that they…?”

I shook my head. “No, at least I don’t think so. But maybe they will soon.” I actually knew for a fact that Paula and my mother hadn’t had sex yet, although I didn’t reveal that at this point.

“Soon?” Riley asked.

“Yeah, well, maybe even tonight,” I told her. And then I got to what I’d been building up to. “And, you know, if they come back here and do it downstairs in the family room, maybe we can watch them.”

“What?!!” The girl seemed flabbergasted.

“Sure, I mean, if you want to, we can. Or we could try anyway. But that’s if they come back here and do it in the family room. My mom likes doing it down there sometimes, on the sofa, but you never know.”

“Oh my god.” Riley put a hand to her mouth. Emily was wide-eyed too. The younger girls watched and listened with interest.

I carried on, nonchalantly. “It’s almost like my mom wants me to watch her, you know? For the past couple of years she’s been doing that a lot, going out at night and then bringing girls — I mean, um, women — back here and having sex with them on the sofa downstairs.”

“Oh my god,” said Riley again.

“So, like, if your mom does come inside later after they get back — and your mom too, Emily — and if something actually happens with them, would you guys maybe want to watch? Spy on them?”

“Oh my god.” Riley, usually verbose, appeared unable to say anything else.

“How ‘bout my mom?” piped up Samantha.

“What do you mean?” I asked.

“Does she do it with her? My mom and your mom?”

“No, I don’t think so,” I said. “But your mom and Dana — they do it, of course. They’re girlfriends now. You knew that, right?”

“Yeah,” Samantha nodded. “I haven’t ever seen ‘em, though, except just kissing and stuff. Can I watch, if she does it too? Tonight, here?”

“Sure, I guess so,” I shrugged, “although I wouldn’t be surprised if the two of them, your mom and Dana, go back to one of their apartments instead. They seem to like doing that.”

“Um, I think I would,” said Emily. “Like to watch ‘em, I mean. My mom and your mom, or whoever… except, is it safe? Would we get in trouble if they caught us?”

I shrugged. “I don’t think my mom would mind. Like I said, it’s almost like she wants me to watch her or something.”

Although I wasn’t telling the whole truth here, I wasn’t exactly lying, so my conscience felt clear. “And I don’t know,” I added, “but I get the feeling your mother wouldn’t mind it either. Or yours, Riley. I think they’d both like it.”

“Like it?” Emily asked.

“Yeah,” I said. “Some women really get off on that, having someone watch them or look at them. It turns ‘em on. I’ll bet both your moms would like it a lot.”

“Wow,” mused Riley, before lapsing back to another, “Oh my god…”

“Anyway,” I told them, “it’s getting pretty late. We should probably get in bed now and turn the lights off so when they get here they’ll think we’re asleep. Then, if they do do something, we can sneak out of our rooms and spy on them. Okay?”

Everyone agreed with this plan. We quickly started getting ready for bed amid lots of excited chatter about the prospect of seeing our mothers kissing and touching each other, possibly even taking their clothes off and and going all the way as we watched.

Fifteen minutes later I had the younger ones — Molly, Emily, Riley, Chelsea, and Samantha — arranged in a makeshift nest on the floor of Molly’s bedroom. It was really just a heap of sheets and blankets and pillows hastily thrown together, the naked girls cuddling and giggling inside. Kate and I kissed them goodnight, then turned off the light. The kids insisted they would all stay awake, of course, in anticipation of our spying venture, but I wasn’t sure they’d be able to keep that promise as the night wore on.

Back in my room, where my sister and I had decided to sleep, Kate, said, “Oh my god, Julie, are you really gonna do that?”

“Do what?”

“You know, have Riley and Emily spy on their moms.”

“Sure, why not?”

“Man, you’re just… you’re so awesome!”

Kate suddenly grabbed me and kissed my mouth, laughing giddily. I returned the kiss, taking her in my arms, shoving my tongue in her mouth. We fell onto my bed and made eager, passionate love. All those pent-up longings of the past few hours — being with the little girls, kissing them, watching them kiss, watching them rub their pussies! — it had all been building, and now finally we could let it out, on each other at least, if not on them.

I fingered Kate while she fingered me, and that’s how we achieved our first orgasms of the evening — frantically groping and fucking, almost savagely humping and kissing, until we both came. We rested for a minute or so after that, panting, trying to catch our breath, then she went down on me. My sister licked my pussy, sucked my clit, slid a finger inside my vagina, and I had my second orgasm.

As soon as I recovered, I pulled Katie up until she was sitting on my face and I could lick her beautiful cunt. She rode my tongue and came very quickly — so quickly, in fact, that I didn’t let her go. I held on tight, my arms wrapped around her thighs, sucking her clit until she climaxed again, really gushing this time, filling my mouth with her sweet juices.

At last, we were sated. Now we lay together, gently kissing, softly caressing, murmuring… and gradually drifted off.

* * *

I awoke. There were voices downstairs, women’s voices. Pushing myself up, I looked around.

The lamp beside my bed was still on. The clock said 12:17 AM. Kate was on her side, turned away from me, fast asleep. I knew from past experience that it would be nearly impossible to wake her. Chuckling, I switched off the lamp and got out of bed, walking to my door through the darkness.

Opening the door just a crack, I listened carefully. I could hear my mother… and Paula… and Theresa… but no other voices. Either Dana and Megan were being very quiet, or they weren’t there. Most likely it was the latter.

After waiting a minute longer to be certain no one was coming upstairs, I stepped out into the hall. I leaned forward slightly, trying to peer through the railing down into the family room. Now I could see them. Paula and Theresa were seated on the sofa. Paula had one leg tucked under her. Presumably she’d taken her ankle boots off, though from my vantage point I couldn’t tell for sure. Theresa’s long legs were crossed, her short dress hiked up, revealing plenty of thigh.

I could hear my mother speaking, but I couldn’t see her. Her voice seemed to be coming closer, though. Maybe she was bringing them drinks. Yes, that’s what it was. She handed a glass of wine to each of the women, then sat in a chair, outside of my view — unless I moved closer, that is.

So, should I move closer, try for a better view? Not yet, I decided. Instead I would go to Molly’s room and find out if any of the little girls were still awake, see if they might want to come out and spy with me.

I tiptoed down the hall and quietly opened Molly’s bedroom door. A night light had been left on, so as soon as I peeked inside I was able to discern a pretty face peering out from the nest of blankets on the floor. It was Riley. When she saw me, she smiled, and as I stepped into the room and the girl saw that I was still naked, her smile widened.

Kneeling beside her, I whispered, “Are any of the others awake?”

“Uh-uh,” she shook her head, “only me.”

“Okay.”

“Is my mom here?”

“Yeah,” I told her, “and Emily’s mom too, but not Samantha’s or Chelsea’s. I don’t know if they’re gonna do anything, but we can go look if you want to.”

“Okay, sure.”

Riley slipped out from under the covers and stood beside me, nude. I took her hand and we went to the door, then into the hall. I put a finger to my lips, urging her to be silent. She nodded. We slowly crept across the carpet until we reached the part of the hall that was open to the family room below.

I put my head around the corner of the wall, looking down. It was dark enough upstairs that they wouldn’t be likely to notice us as long as we stayed in the shadows and made no noise. I saw Paula and Theresa sitting on the sofa, but couldn’t see my mother, though I could hear her as the women chatted and drank their wine. She must have been in an armchair across from them.

After signaling Riley once again to be quiet, I drew her in front of me so she could see as well. My arms went around the girl, pulling her close. Her slim body felt warm and soft. Four years younger than me, Riley was at least a foot shorter, so I rested my chin comfortably atop her head as we hugged and spied.

“They make a striking couple, don’t they?” Theresa was saying. “Megan is so tall and Dana… well, if I didn’t know any better, I’d think she was still a teenager.”

“Or a sexy little girl, maybe,” Paula chuckled, “like only 10 or 11 years old!” The other women laughed.

Taking another sip of wine, Paula shook her head and continued, “God, I just love dancing with her. She’s so amazing, the way she moves, rubbing her little body against mine. Totally turns me on.”

I felt Riley shiver as she listened to her mother describing her attraction to another woman.

“She is a sexy girl, very very sexy,” Theresa agreed. Turning to my mom and raising her glass, she said, “And Megan is too. You have very good taste in friends, Suzanne.”

“I’ll drink to that!” Paula chortled.

“Thank you,” we heard my mother say.

After they drank their toast, Paula said, “You know, when I first met Dana, I was sure she was your girlfriend, Suzanne, the way you two acted together and everything. I know I was wrong about that, but…” Her voice trailed off.

“She and I are very close,” Mommy said, “and we’ve been lovers. But we’re not a couple, not like that, anyway.”

Paula frowned, “Yeah, I know, but, um, tonight I’m positive I heard her call you ‘Mommy’ — what’s that all about?”

My mother chuckled, “It’s just… a term of affection, I suppose you could say. I do think of her as my daughter in some ways, but also as a lover, a sexual partner.”

Theresa smiled, shaking her head. “That’s, uh, that’s interesting. It’s sort of an unorthodox relationship, then? Even a little kinky?”

“You might call it that,” Mommy said. “But I try to stay open to the possibilities, whatever they are, even if they might be considered unorthodox — or kinky, if you prefer.”

“Um, I wanted to ask you something else,” said Paula. “I mean, you’ve been divorced for, what, six or seven years now, something like that? A long time, anyway.”

“That’s right,” my mother confirmed. “Almost eight years, in fact.”

“So, um,” Paula continued, “do you ever, I mean, wish that you had someone special? I know you’re not exactly celibate, of course. You don’t seem to lack for sexual partners.”

“No, I certainly don’t, definitely not!” Mommy laughed, the others joining her.

“But don’t you, sometimes, I mean, want someone special? For you, I guess it would have to be a woman, not a man, right?”

“No, not a man. Absolutely not.”

Paula persisted, “Maybe I’m being too nosy or personal or something like that. Blame it on the wine. But I just, you know, late at night, it’s so nice to have someone there, that one person, above all others…”

The women were silent for a few seconds until Mommy cleared her throat and said, “There is, uh… you see, I do have someone. Someone special, a person I love very very much. Exactly what you’re describing.”

“Oh,” said Paula, “I didn’t know. Is it a woman?”

“Yes, well… she’s not a man,” my mother chuckled.

I thought it was clever that she didn’t quite confirm that her special person was a woman. I knew, of course, that she was talking about me — still just a girl, not to mention her own daughter! Obviously she wasn’t going to tell them that!!

My mom went on, “We, well, for various reasons we’ve decided to keep our relationship private for the time being. But you girls don’t have to worry about me. I’m in love, and very happy about it.”

They were quiet again for half a minute or so, evidently thinking about what had been discussed. Then my mother got up from her chair and moved to the sofa, squeezing in between her friends. She’d left her wine glass behind, and now placed one hand on Theresa’s knee and the other on Paula’s.

“You need to know this, though,” she began. “It’s just like my relationship with Dana. Well, no, it’s not quite the same, because I’m not in love with Dana the way I am with, you know, with my lover. But the point is, we both are free, we all are free, to enjoy the companionship of others any time we feel the desire.”

As she said this, she slowly moved her hands up their legs, squeezing and caressing the women’s thighs. “So if either of you, or better yet, if both of you have an interest in me, a sexual interest, I mean, I certainly would be open to that. Very much so.”

Mommy paused a moment, glancing back and forth at the blonde and the brunette, assessing their reactions. Then, gazing steadily at Paula, she licked her lips and slowly leaned in close. They kissed.

Paula moaned, loudly. Earlier she’d put her glass down, and now she grabbed my mother’s face in both hands, pulling their mouths together, kissing her enthusiastically. We could see that they both were using their tongues. I felt Riley shiver in my arms again as she watched her mom and my mom kissing that way.

“Oh my,” Theresa sighed. She uncrossed her legs and opened them, sliding a hand down to caress herself.

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Little, Chapter 4

  • Posted on March 18, 2016 at 8:17 am

By Cheryl Taggert

Dear Readers:

A hot, brief chapter … then finis in a few more days!

First, a reminder of characters and ages: Cheryl is twenty-one, but has the body she had when nine. // Anne is eighteen. // Becky, Anne’s sister with whom she has been having sex for years, is nine.

After our daisy chain began, we switched off several times. I had plenty of fun licking both Anne and Becky. Sometimes, I forgot that I’d grown younger the night before. My mind was still of a young woman, but my body was like a little girl’s. It still fascinated me.

After we had each come several times, we lay back and caught our breath. We were pretty well sated for the moment, so we just lay there, panting until our breathing regulated.

Finally, Becky spoke up.

“Anne, do you ever think of Mommy like this?” Apparently, she was still thinking of her mom in a sexual way.

Anne looked over at me and then at Becky. She was obviously conflicted talking about this. She’d done everything a girl could do to another girl with her little sister, but for some reason she didn’t want to talk about this. I could see it in her face.

“Becky, I don’t think Anne wants to talk about that.”

“Why not?” Becky asked, not understanding why Anne wouldn’t find the topic exciting.

“It’s just that…” Anne began but stopped.

“Just that what?” Becky asked. She was obviously not going to let this go easily.

“Okay,” Anne said. “Are you sure you want to talk about this?”

“Yeah,” said Becky.

“What about you?” Anne asked, looking at me.

“I guess,” I said. I really wasn’t sure.

Anne took a deep breath before beginning.

“Mom already did something with me,” she said, and I suddenly realized we could hear the air from the AC coming through the vents. It was that quiet. Both Becky and I were speechless.

“What do you mean?” Becky asked, sudden jealousy obvious in her tone.

“See?” Anne said. “That’s why I didn’t want to talk about this with you. I know how much you want to have sex with Mom, and the fact I have will just make you mad.”

Becky looked down at her feet at the far end of my bed and blushed. “Why doesn’t Mommy try something with me? Am I too ugly?”

Anne’s jaw dropped. “No! You are anything but ugly! It’s just that I think Mommy got a guilty conscience doing it with me.”

“How old were you?” I asked, unable to keep myself from entering the conversation.

“I was ten.”

“What did she do?” Becky asked, interested in spite of her jealousy — or maybe because of it.

“Pretty well everything,” Anne said.

“How many times did she mess around with you?” I asked.

“Just twice, but it was enough. My dad was away. In fact I think he had moved out for a time. Mom told me he was away on business, but I overheard some conversations on the phone — well, Mom’s side of it anyway — and they weren’t friendly. I guess Mom got lonely and saw me as a potential partner.”

“Wow!” I said, totally mesmerized by this tale. “You mean, she did everything with you?” I asked, knowing Anne understood what I meant by “everything.”

“Yeah.”

“Wow!” I said again. I could think of nothing else to say at that moment. I mean, what do you say to your best friend when she tells you her mom had sex with her when she was ten?

“Did you do it to her, too?” asked Becky, who also clearly understood the meaning of everything.

Anne nodded.

I stared at Anne. She was three years younger than I was, only eighteen, and her mom had seduced her at age ten. Eight years ago. Then I looked at Becky. She’d been only one at the time.

“No wonder you thought nothing of seducing your baby sister,” I said.

Anne just looked at me.

“What was it like?” I asked her.

“Fun, mostly, but it only happened twice.”

“Why do you think she stopped?”

“Actually, I think it’s because Dad came back home.”

“How did it happen?” I asked, wondering how a mother goes about seducing her ten-year-old daughter.

“She came into my room one night after my bath. She’d come into the bathroom a few times while I was in the tub and would look at me and walk out, saying nothing. Then she came into my room and asked me if I ever touched myself. At first I didn’t know what she meant. I mean, of course I touched myself. I remember thinking how can you live without touching your own body? I guess she realized she hadn’t been specific enough. She said, ‘I mean, down there. On your privates.’ and I suddenly realized what she meant. I’d been touching myself there for a while. It felt really good. I hadn’t come yet, but that was about to change.”

“Did you tell her?” Becky asked.

“I asked her if she’d be mad if I did touch myself there, and she said no, that she’d be proud of me.”

I was lost in these words. Anne and Becky’s mom was one of the prettiest women I’d ever seen. She was slim, athletic really. She played tennis and was known at her club as being very good. She was tanned and had light brown hair that fell to her shoulders. I loved watching her play because her legs were so shapely and her boobs, even though they weren’t very big, would still bounce when she ran after a ball, and she would put her hair in twin ponytails that I loved. It made her look younger.

“So how did it start from there?” Becky asked, interrupting my thoughts. Well, really it was more than thoughts. I was beginning to build a fantasy.

“She wanted to know if I liked the feeling it gave me to touch myself there. I told her I did, and she asked if I’d ever had it feel really good, like this overwhelming feeling that radiated from my middle outward making me feel like I’d just had the greatest feeling in the world. I said it felt good, but not like that. So she asked if I was interested in her showing me how much better it could feel.

“Of course, I said yes, and the next thing I knew she had pulled the covers down on my bed and was tugging my panties down. Then she started rubbing my little slit, just sorta massaging it, you know?”

Becky and I both nodded. We knew.

“After a few minutes, it was feeling good, the way it felt when I would touch myself. Then she asked me to show her how I touched it. I reached down and started rubbing up and down my slit and sometimes pinching the outer lips together. I had no idea about my clit, but it was obvious that’s what I was doing — stimulating it.

“I remember looking at Mom and she was getting all sweaty and breathing hard, you know, like panting. She was watching my hand and she told me to use two hands. I tried that, but she said I was doing it wrong, which was why the really good feeling wasn’t happening. So she spread my outer lips and showed me where my clit was. She told me to rub myself there. To concentrate on that small spot. She said I should wet my fingers first. I remember I was going to get up to put water on my fingers, and she laughed, telling me to let her wet them. And she took my index and middle fingers and put them in her mouth. Then she told me I tasted really good and had me put my fingers back on my clit and rub.

“The moisture now helped my fingers glide over my pussy lips and it felt a lot better than it ever had. She wet her own fingers and spread her legs. I saw then that she was naked under her robe, and she started rubbing herself while looking at me rub myself. I remember she was bald, which I thought was odd since I’d seen her naked before and she had hair there. I asked about it and she said she shaved it off because she likes smooth pussies. That was just what she said, ‘I like smooth pussies,’ as if she’d said it to me every day of my life.”

I felt some movement on the bed and looked over at Becky. She was copying what her sister and mother had done so many years ago. Her fingers were gliding over her little snatch, feeling the smooth pussy lips. I glanced at Anne, who had noticed what Becky was doing as well. We smiled at each other and I joined Becky by reaching down to my own bare slit.

“So what happened next?” I asked, wanting to hear the rest of the story before I came.

“After a few minutes, she said we should swap and touch each other’s pussies, so we did. She told me how to rub her and she started rubbing me, too. It felt a lot better than when I did it, even after getting my fingers wet. I remember thinking that Mommy really knew how to do that and maybe I should pay attention and learn so it would feel that good when I did myself. She also instructed me in how to touch her, so I was getting quite an education in masturbation.

“After a few minutes, she asked me if it was feeling good, and I said it did. She asked me if I wanted her to make it feel even better. I said yes, or nodded, or something, and she scootched down and put her mouth on my bare, tingling pussy.

“I went wild at the touch of her tongue. I hadn’t expected her to do that, and the idea itself was totally erotic, though my mind wasn’t used to erotic thoughts. All I knew was it made my pussy feel so fucking good!

“Within a minute or two, I could feel something building in my pussy. I told Mom, and she said that it was that great feeling she was telling me about and just to let it happen, no matter what I thought it might do.

“About a minute later, I had my first orgasm. Then when I had calmed down, she asked me if I would help her get the good feeling. Of course I said yes and before I knew it, I had my mouth on Mom’s pussy and was licking it and sucking it the way she told me to.

“Then Mom started gently bucking her hips and cussing, saying things like, ‘oh, yeah, fuck it’ and stuff like that. Then she was coming. I didn’t know it then, but after she came, she told me she’d had the great feeling and she thanked me for helping her.

“Then she told me that I could touch myself anytime I was alone or just with her, but not to do it any other time because some people thought it was naughty, but she assured me it wasn’t.

“Did you do it?”

“Only once, and she ended up having sex with me again when she noticed I was touching myself. We were watching TV and I just felt like touching myself. After that, she started crying and asked me to forgive her. I really didn’t understand at the time, but she’s never done anything with me since. Dad came home either the next day or the day after that, and she never mentioned it again.”

Becky and I were well on our way to coming, and we decided to attack Anne’s pussy and rub ourselves at the same time. We ended up all three reaching our climaxes at the same time, with Anne starting hers first, but only by a few seconds. I’m not sure who was next to start her orgasm, but at a point, I was aware that I was coming and Becky was too.

We ate dinner and ended up in my bed for the night. We were all three tired, so nobody started any sexual contact, at least not then.

I awoke in the night at some point to find that Becky and Anne had awakened and were busily sucking each other’s pussy in a beautiful sixty-nine. Becky was short enough that Anne had to bend herself a bit to be able to get to her little sister’s pussy while allowing Becky to get to hers.

I watched for a few minutes, and figured if they wanted me to take part, they would have roused me from sleep. Despite what was happening right beside me in bed, I fell asleep again.

At some point later, I awoke to find Becky between my legs, sucking and licking my pussy. Anne was now asleep, unaware of what was happening just inches away. I was very horny and it took less than thirty seconds for the nine year old to bring me to a mind-scrambling orgasm. When she crawled up to lie beside me, I asked if she wanted me to do her, but she declined, saying she was fine. She just wanted to lick me while I slept.

As I lay there in the after-glow of my orgasm, I began to hatch a plan. I wanted to have sex with their mother, and I thought I had an idea how to accomplish that. Yes, I thought it would work. Based on what I knew already, how could it not?

Continue on to Chapter 5