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

1 Comment on The Joy of Looking, Chapter 117

  1. Joe says:

    Oh please more. I am so loving this family and all of the fun they get into. I am so jealous I will never be able to experience this kind of fun and excitement.

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