The Joy of Looking, Chapter 132

  • Posted on June 21, 2016 at 2:00 pm

By Naughty Mommy

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Is it possible to get eight girls side by side into a queen-size bed?

Believe it or not, it is. It helps, of course, if most of the kids are young and thin, under 10 years old, and if they don’t mind being piled in together like puppies. The girls in my bed weren’t bothered by that at all. In fact, they seemed to enjoy it quite a bit, based on their happy sighs and giggles.

It was almost midnight. We’d finished our ice cream, then played a long game of Truth or Dare, then given one another fresh hickeys, several of them not on the neck but on the chest, like mine. We talked a little more after that, then put on some music and turned the lights down low and danced around naked in the semi-dark, having fun and laughing and flirting and turning each other on.

At around 11:30, I said we should probably go upstairs and brush our teeth and get in bed, just in case the moms came home earlier than we expected. We wanted them to think we were asleep so we could do what we were planning to do.

And now we nestled snugly under the sheets, gossiping and telling stories, trying our best to stay awake. I’d left the overhead light on for that reason, but as soon as I heard a car drive up, I would make sure to jump up and turn it off. I was on one side of the bed, closest to the door. Molly was next to me, then Emily, Samantha, Chelsea, Riley, Alexa, and finally Kate on the far side.

As we chatted, I couldn’t stop thinking about something Alexa had revealed during Truth or Dare. On one of my turns, I’d asked her, “You told us earlier you like girls more than boys. So, what age girls turn you on the most?”

She was required to answer honestly, of course, since she’d already opted for ‘Truth’. But clearly this wouldn’t be easy for her. Alexa hesitated, blushed deeply, opened her mouth to begin, stopped, cleared her throat, and finally stammered, “Um, well, you know, maybe about, like, um, like about around age 11 or 12, or, or, or… or even a little younger, like only 9 or 10. That’s the truth.”

By then she was blushing beet red, though no one else seemed disturbed at all by this admission. To reassure her, I’d said, “It’s okay, I agree with you. That’s my favorite age. And my mom’s too. I think for a lot of people it is.”

“Really?” she’d asked, eyebrows raised.

“Yeah, I mean, people don’t like to talk about it. They say it’s wrong, but I think it’s only natural. That’s when girls start to get really sexy, right? Getting their little boobies and stuff?”

Alexa’d nodded, as had some of the others. We’d looked around at one another for a moment as we sat in a circle on the floor, admiring the lovely nude feminine bodies in various stages of early sexual development. Then we went on to the next player.

As we lay in bed and I recalled that scene, I wondered what was going through Alexa’s mind right now. Was this 16-year-old, who’d confessed her desire for pre-teen girls, feeling aroused? Did she want to have sex with my sister Kate, who was next to her, and possibly even with her own little sister, Riley? Was Alexa attracted not just to young girls but also to the forbidden allure of incest, like I was?

That thought made me simmer with lust. I slowly reached under the covers, surreptitiously sliding my hand onto Molly’s thigh, then easing over a bit more to caress her hairless vulva. She giggled, and reached for me too. Now I began to wonder something else… was I the only girl whose hands were straying beneath the covers, touching and teasing, or might others be doing the same?

Suddenly we heard a sound — a car door slamming, first one, then another. In my libidinous reverie, I hadn’t noticed them driving up.

“Uh-oh, they’re here!” I said, hopping out of bed and dashing to the door, switching off the overhead light. Then I scampered back to the bed, squishing in beside Molly.

“Shhh!” I urged.

We heard the front door open, and women’s voices. They were loud, laughing, playful, maybe a little drunk, or perhaps more than a little. I tried to hush the other kids, especially the younger ones, who were giggling almost uncontrollably.

Finally they settled down, and we waited in the dark. It would be at least ten or fifteen minutes, I figured, until it would be safe for us to get up and spy on our moms. We’d have to let them relax a bit first, probably have something more to drink, hopefully start kissing, making out. That’s what we were hoping to see. That, or even more.

The kids were whispering to each other and quietly giggling. I couldn’t stop them from doing that, and no one could hear them anyway. Plus it would help them stay awake — although right now that certainly didn’t seem to be a problem. Everyone was jittery with excitement.

When I thought the time was right, I slipped from beneath the covers and tiptoed to the door, the others following close behind. We were like the line of dwarves in Snow White, sneaking along in the dark — except we were young, female, and nude.

I opened the door just a crack. We could hear more laughter, jokes being made, glasses clinking in toasts. But we heard something else too, soft moans and the occasional wet smack of lips on lips.

Earlier, I’d prepared the group, telling them what to expect and what we would try to do. They performed beautifully now, executing my instructions with military precision. We crept out into the hall, lining up in the shadows, pressing our backs to the wall. So long as we remained silent, it was likely no one would see us.

We could see them, though, at least a few of them. We saw Megan standing by the end of the sofa, a drink in one hand, her other hand on Dana’s bottom. Dana was kissing and nuzzling Megan’s neck, while also humping her leg, her arms wrapped around the taller woman. The two of them were still fully dressed, although their attire was skimpy and provocative, designed for partying and seduction.

Dana wore a little white dress with a yellow sash at the waist. It had cap sleeves and was very short. Megan’s hand was under the dress, squeezing Dana’s butt. As we watched, Megan slipped her hand inside Dana’s white cotton panties.

“God,” I heard Alexa breathe. She was next to me. I raised a finger to my lips, urging her and the others to stay quiet.

Megan was wearing the sleeveless dark green mini-dress I’d seen her in before a few times. As a hairdresser, she didn’t make much money, obviously, and couldn’t afford an extensive wardrobe. My mom helped Dana with hers, often buying nice things for her ‘daughter’ when they went shopping together. At any rate, Megan looked fantastic in that dress. It was perfect for her, showing off those long luscious legs.

The other woman we could see, from our vantage point against the wall, was Theresa. She was seated on the sofa, near the pair who were making out, but facing away from them, looking at someone else. We couldn’t tell for sure, but likely Theresa was watching Paula and my mother, making out or maybe doing more.

I decided it was safe for us to move in just a bit closer to get a better look. I signaled to the girls and we stepped forward, not up to the railing, but about halfway. Now we could definitely see Mommy and Paula, and they were making out. My mom was in an armchair with the other woman on her lap. Their hands were roaming all over, grabbing each other’s boobs through their clothing.

Then the clothes started coming off. Megan tugged Dana’s dress up, opening two buttons in the back, behind the neck, then lifting it over head and tossing it aside. Underneath, Dana wore a dainty white cotton bralette, suitable for a barely pubescent girl. Megan took that off too, then leaned down to lick and kiss her lover’s stiff nipples.

Theresa stood up briefly, shimmying her pencil skirt up around her waist, then pushing down her panties and stepping out of them. Her shoes were already off. She sat again on the sofa and spread her legs, beginning to masturbate with one hand. The other hand she raised to her face, holding her blue satin panties over her nose, inhaling the scent. Although we couldn’t see, my guess is that those undies were wet with her juices.

Meanwhile, my mother unbuttoned Paula’s blouse and pushed it off her shoulders. She wore no bra. My mom smiled and licked her lips, then began sucking the woman’s nipples. Paula groaned in pleasure, grabbing Mommy’s head, pulling her close.

Inclining my head slightly, I scanned down the line of girls standing eight abreast in the darkened hall. As I’d expected, some of them had already begun to play with themselves. Kate, Molly, Chelsea, and Riley were rubbing their pussies. The other three, Samantha, Emily, and Alexa, were still just watching the action.

I nudged Alexa, and when she glanced at me, I nodded toward her crotch. At the same time, I started masturbating. She quickly followed my lead, as did Samantha. It took Emily maybe a minute or two longer. She could be kind of shy sometimes, but finally the pretty green-eyed brunette began to play with herself as well.

In the family room below, the orgy was really heating up. Megan took off Dana’s white cotton panties, then sat the young blonde next to Theresa on the sofa, pushing her slim legs wide apart. Reaching behind her beck, Megan unzipped her own dress and let it fall to the floor. She was completely naked beneath it, which surprised me. It made me wonder if she’d had any panties on before, when they went out dancing, because that dress was extremely short. Anyway, now the redhead knelt between Dana’s legs and began eating her pussy.

“Yes, yes, yes,” sighed Theresa as she watched and masturbated. She’d taken the undies away from her nose and was using them now to rub her clit. I knew how wonderfully good that could feel, slippery satin against your sex. Yummy!

Paula was kneeling on the floor now too, licking my mom. Mommy had one leg lifted over an arm of the chair, red panties dangling from her ankle. Her blouse was open and she was holding her breasts in her hands, massaging them, pinching the nipples. Paula’s blouse was off, but she still wore her denim miniskirt. It was hiked up around her waist, however, and we could see one hand moving between her legs, rubbing herself through her panties. As we watched, we saw my mother lift her own breasts toward her mouth, bending down to lick first one, then the other hard nipple.

I looked at the girls again. Kate, I could tell, was almost ready to come. It usually didn’t take her very long. Riley was kind of huffing and puffing, both hands clenched between her legs. I didn’t know if that meant she was on the verge of an orgasm, but it looked like she might be. None of the others appeared to be especially close, but everyone was vigorously rubbing themselves.

We heard a loud squeal. It was Dana, coming in Megan’s mouth. Seeing and hearing this put Theresa over the top. “Ohhh!!” groaned the beautiful brunette, shuddering repeatedly as climactic spasms coursed through her.

A moment later, my mom came too. “Fuck, fuck!” she cried, now holding Paula’s head, pulling the woman’s face against her cunt.

Kate reached orgasm, fucking herself with a finger. She managed to stay mostly quiet, letting out only a few whimpers, but with all the noise the moms were making it’s likely no one would have heard her anyway. Then I heard a gasp. I looked at Riley. She staggered back, leaning against the wall, eyes shut tight, slim little body shaking as she climaxed.

Standing next to me, Alexa uttered a strange sound, a grunt that sounded almost like a cough. It meant, I learned, that she was coming. She’d turned to the side, away from me, looking at her little sister. Alexa grunted that way again, bending slightly at the waist each time, and then I saw and heard — and smelled — something amazing. The teenager had come so hard that some of her juices fell to the floor, splattering onto the carpet between her feet.

It was so fucking hot, it made me want to come as well. I rubbed myself faster as I turned to see what was happening below. And wow! They were really going at it now!

Dana was on her back on the sofa, with Theresa crouched between her legs, eagerly licking her. Paula had left my mom, taken off the rest of her clothes, and was straddling Dana. She was sitting on her face, kind of rocking up and down while pinching Dana’s nipples between her fingers. On the floor in front of the sofa, meanwhile, Mommy was riding Megan, scissoring with her, one of the redhead’s gorgeous long legs held high in the air.

By then, Riley had mostly recovered. She came forward to rejoin the line of girls, panting heavily, licking her fingers. Alexa was sucking her fingers too. In fact, she was exchanging hands, going back and forth, sucking the fingers of one hand while plunging two fingers from her other hand deep inside her juicy pussy, then trading off. It was like she was eating herself!

Kate was also fucking herself again, middle finger moving rapidly in and out of her vagina, trying for another orgasm. I managed to get her attention, though, along with the others, and motioned them to step forward a little more, right up to the railing. Now if anyone looked up, they would be sure to see us, which is exactly what we wanted.

For a minute or so, no one did see us, being as engrossed as they were in their own activities. We rubbed ourselves or fucked ourselves while watching our moms fuck each other.

My mother was the first to notice us. She smiled broadly, eyes twinkling, licking her lips as she gazed at the group of naked girls, underage voyeurs — but never interrupted the rhythm of her tribbing with Megan. She continued sliding her wet cunt up and down against the redhead’s. Both women were nude.

“Oh my god,” whispered Alexa. “That is awesome!”

When Megan saw where my mom was looking, she followed her gaze and smiled at us too, lying on her back on the floor.

“Mommy,” said Samantha. I leaned over the railing so I could see what she was doing. The freckled 7-year-old was holding her little pussy open with her fingers, displaying it to her mother.

The sound of a child’s voice had caught Theresa’s attention, and Paula’s as well. Both were gawking at us.

Now, you guys,” I said to the kids. “Do it now, like Samantha.”

We had planned for this, our simultaneous exhibitionism. All at once, the eight of us pulled back our pussy lips, fully exposing ourselves.

“Goddamn,” said Paula, as she climbed off Dana’s face. “Goddamn!”

She wasn’t angry, though, not at all. That was clear from the grin on her face, and from what she did next — the nude woman sat on the sofa and lifted her legs, hands behind her knees, showing us her pussy. Dana, who’d sat up next to Paula, giggled and did the same, her cheeks and chin gleaming with Paula’s juices.

Theresa was standing and staring, open-mouthed. It seemed she didn’t know what to do. My mother got to her feet. Taking Theresa’s hand in hers, she said, “Aren’t they beautiful?”

“I… I… ” Theresa stammered.

“Hi, Mommy,” said Emily. “Do you like my pussy?”

“I… ”

“Do you like my pussy, Mommy?” Emily repeated, obviously begging for approval.

“Well, yes,” said Theresa, finally showing a hint of a smile.

“You look great like that, Mom,” Alexa said to Paula, her voice quavering a bit with lust, and perhaps with nervousness.

“Thank you, honey,” Paula grinned. “You look great too!”

“So beautiful,” said my mother, shaking her head in amazement as she gazed at us, “just so beautiful.” She still held Theresa’s hand, but her other hand was working between her legs, stroking her own pussy.

“Um, you guys,” I began, addressing the moms, “you can keep on going, do whatever you’re gonna do. We just want to watch, okay?”

I hoped this would relax them, specifically Theresa, enough that they would continue with their orgy. There was still a chance, though — maybe a big chance — that Theresa would get upset and go home, probably taking Emily along with her. She might even be angry enough to make a stink about it, complain to someone, possibly getting us in trouble.

All this went through my mind as I stood at the railing, looking down into our family room, holding my pussy open.

My heart was beating fast, hammering in my chest. I waited and waited for Theresa to make a move. She just stood there for what seemed like forever, eyes fastened on her naked 9-year-old daughter. The woman was breathing hard, bare breasts rising and falling. She still wore her pencil skirt, but that was all. The other four moms were nude. Paula and Dana, of course, were doing their own version of exhibitionism, leaning back on the sofa with their legs held wide apart, giggling and smiling.

Theresa licked her lips. She started to say something, then stopped, swallowed, and finally uttered, “You girls… if you came down here, you could see better.”

Whew! A huge sigh of relief seemed to fill the room. Certainly one came from me. I started to laugh as the tension drained away, and once I began I couldn’t stop. Mommy was laughing too, as she said, “That’s right, very good idea. All you kids, come on down here so you can watch us have fun with each other, maybe learn a thing or two.”

And that’s what we did.

We trotted down the stairs, and after getting nice warm hugs from our moms, each chose a good place from which to view the action. For the next hour or so, eight girls watched five women have hot lesbian sex. Perhaps surprisingly, we never interacted with them, at least not directly. Sometimes we might say things, talking dirty, maybe making suggestions on what we wanted them to do — and of course we all played with ourselves continually, most of us coming several times.

I was tempted to do a lot more than that, to become more intimately involved, but I guess I figured we were lucky enough to be where we were and didn’t want to do anything to jeopardize it. Plus it was totally exciting simply to watch and masturbate, and, as my mom suggested, to learn.

It was fun and informative to see how many different ways there were for women to please each other, and to please themselves. I sort of thought I was already an expert on lesbian sex before that night, but I really did learn a lot. Every woman has her own preferences and her own style. By paying close attention, we girls absorbed valuable lessons for future lovemaking, especially when doing it with our moms!

We saw oral sex and anal sex and fingering and tribbing and a whole lot of kissing, tons and tons of kissing — those women loved to kiss! We also saw a few things I hadn’t seen before, like when Paula brought Dana to climax by rubbing her pussy with her wrist instead of her fingers, or when Mommy used her erect nipple to fuck Theresa’s cunt while Theresa tickled her own clit, or when Megan and Dana had sex standing up, but with Megan holding Dana upside down, the blonde’s legs wrapped around her face and Dana licking Megan’s pussy.

Generally the daughters stayed close to their moms. Sometimes we would move around, but mostly we seemed to enjoy watching our own mothers. That’s when girls would come the hardest, it appeared to me, when they were rubbing their own pussies while seeing their moms reach climax.

That was true with Emily more than anyone else. I’d never seen the child have an orgasm before — I wasn’t even sure if she could — but oh my god, how exciting it was to see her fingers flying over her little pussy as she gasped and squealed, her face bright red, bringing herself to climax at the exact same moment her mother came. This happened more than once. Emily shadowed Theresa, sticking close to her, and each time the woman reached orgasm, so did the girl.

Riley and Alexa stayed near Paula most of the time too, although I noticed that Alexa’s eyes would be on the kids even more than on the women. It was clear that she was very attracted to young girls, as I was. Alexa and I could have a lot of fun together, I decided, and I was certain we would — except that would have to wait for another day.

What happened is, after the moms had performed in front of us for maybe an hour, they all began looking toward their girls, seemingly all at around the same time. I wondered then if this might turn into a full-fledged mommy-daughter lesbian orgy — which is what I was hoping for — but no such luck. That would come later, pretty soon in fact (I’ll let you guess when).

On this night, however, the women apparently made the decision that they each wanted to be alone with their daughters for a while. In the case of Paula and Theresa, this was probably because they had a lot to talk about with them. After all, they were in uncharted territory now, having sex right in front of their children while the girls watched and masturbated!

So, the moms untangled themselves from each other, picked up their clothes and got at least partially dressed, as did the kids, and then everyone said goodbye and headed for home. This included Dana and Megan and their girls, which left just the four us — Molly, Kate, me, and Mommy.

We all went up to our mother’s room and got in bed. Although Mommy had just finished having sex, plenty of it, and had climaxed quite a few times, she was still ready for more. My sisters and I were too. In fact, we were eager for it. All we’d done till then that night is masturbate — and while that’s a lot of fun, it can never replace the pleasure of licking a pussy, or having your pussy licked, especially by your mom!

She started with me, lying between my legs, wrapping her arms around my thighs while Kate and Molly got into a 69. Mommy lovingly nuzzled my sex, gently kissing and licking, sucking on my labia, tickling my clit with her nose, and then finally shoving her tongue deep inside my vagina. I came that way, very hard, juices gushing into my mother’s mouth.

After me, it was Kate’s turn. Mommy eagerly ate her pussy, bringing her to orgasm very quickly — so quickly in fact that she stayed there, sucking and licking until Katie had come twice more.

Then it was Molly, our little sister with the curly blonde hair. Mommy asked her to sit on her face, a sight I always loved to see. It’s such a beautiful thing, a naked 9-year-old girl on top of her mom like that. So delicious! Kate and I watched and masturbated while Mommy licked Molly’s pussy. After making her come once, Mommy changed positions, placing Molly on her back and mounting her, tribbing with her and bringing the child to orgasm again.

The evening ended with our mother climbing on top of Molly’s face, holding her head in her hands, talking dirty and fucking her mouth. Mommy climaxed very loudly and very wetly, gooey fluids streaming out, coating Molly’s face. Along with our mother, Kate and I helped to clean up the mess, licking all those yummy juices from Molly’s cheeks and chin and lips. We giggled and hugged and kissed, then finally turned out the light and fell asleep, the happiest family there ever could be.

Continue on to Chapter 133

4 Comments on The Joy of Looking, Chapter 132

  1. Lulu Lime Lemon says:

    Hi NM,
    I love the more intimate moments – hope to hear about Julie and Alexa quietly seducing some girls.

    Thank you once again, for your tremendously erotic writing!

  2. Thank you so much, Lulu.

    I think I know what you mean about the quiet intimacy. As Joy of Living approaches an end, I’m getting ready to post a few of my older short stories that have never been published before. Each of them focuses on specific one-on-one incestuous lesbian relationships. Hope you’ll like what you see.

  3. Lulu Lime Lemon says:

    Hi NM,
    Always look forward to your efforts!

    Thanks for responding!

  4. kim says:

    we were just hanging today, took us 3 cum to get thru the story and now going to the next chapter, such images in our minds now: the girls watching their moms have sex while masturbating, all of them showing their pussies to all the adults, and their own mothers. so fucking hot Naughty Mommy thanks Kim and Sue

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