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The Secret Society of the Pussycats Club, Chapter 20

  • Posted on January 13, 2016 at 2:30 pm

By Cheryl Taggert

For assistance in keeping up with all the characters, you can go here.

Becca was trying to sleep in, but her phone wouldn’t let her — or rather, Carolyn wouldn’t let her. Her best friend’s ring tone had gone off maybe fifteen seconds ago, and Becca decided to let it go to voice mail and return Carolyn’s call later.

But Carolyn hadn’t left a voice mail. Instead, she had called right back. Becca realized this may be important, so she reluctantly picked her phone up from her bedside table and answered.

“Hello?” came her sleepy greeting.

“Becca?” Carolyn said, her excitement obvious in her tone.

“Of course.” Becca was now more awake, wondering what the hell had happened.

“OMG, you’re not going to believe this.”

Becca waited for what “this” could be, but when Carolyn didn’t continue, she realized her friend was going for the dramatic “What is it?!” from her friend, so she complied.

“Okay, I give up. What is it?”

“My mom knows her sister did it with me when I was eight.”

Okay, this didn’t sound nearly as good as Carolyn’s voice had suggested. Becca began to wonder what the fuck was going on. Carolyn should sound devastated, even panicked.

“This doesn’t make sense,” Becca said, expressing her thoughts aloud.

“What doesn’t make sense?” Carolyn asked.

“You sound…happy. Like getting caught is the greatest thing in the world.”

“Well, it turns out it was.”

Becca sat up in bed, her brow furrowing with confusion.

“Carolyn, I don’t feel like playing guessing games. What the fuck are you talking about?”

“Well, my mom and my aunt messed around with each other when they were kids.”

Okay. This was news. Again, Becca waited for Carolyn to continue. She didn’t, of course.

“Go on.”

“Well, you see, my mom found Aunt Daphne’s earring in my bed, along with a strong smell of pussy and Aunt Daphne’s favorite perfume. She put two and two together and got four. Then she found one of Candace’s barrettes and that sort of sealed it. We were caught, including Candace.”

“Okay, out with it, Carolyn. How is this good news, exactly?”

“Aunt Daphne came over and they had sex.”

“How do you know that? Did your aunt tell you?”

“No. Candace and I watched.”

“What? You were spying?”

“No, silly. We were right there in the room.”

Becca felt a twinge in her pussy as her clit became stiff and her juices began to flow.

“You mean they did it right in front of you?”

“Yep. Then Candace and I joined in.”

Becca couldn’t believe it. She sat there, dumbfounded, while Carolyn giggled.

“Oh! My! God!” Becca said, feeling the heat increase behind the folds of her slit. She was suddenly glad she had the day off. She’d need some masturbation time. Lots of it.

“So, does that make your pussy hot?” Carolyn asked, still giggling.

“Searing!”

“You still think my mom’s a hottie?” Carolyn asked. Becca had told her friend she thought her mom was as hot as her aunt when they’d spent the day fucking.

“Even hotter now!” said Becca.

“So, what’re you doing Tuesday night?”

“I’ve got to work til 4:00 Tuesday, but I’m off that night.”

“Great. You want my mom to lick your pussy?”

“Are you kidding? Do you think she would?”

“Girl, she’d do it right now, but she’s at work and you’re not here.”

“You mean she knows about me? Us?”

“Yep. And she can’t wait. My dad’s gonna be out of town on business from Tuesday through Friday. We’re planning an orgy. So, what are you doing Wednesday and Thursday nights? Or Friday night?”

Becca pictured Carolyn’s mom between her legs, licking her, reaching up with one hand to pinch her nipples while using the other to tweak her butthole. That would be so wild!

“I’m supposed to work Thursday night, but I’ll switch with someone. Or call in sick.”

“Sounds great! Square it with your mom, okay? That is unless you want to invite her too.”

“Yuck!” Becca answered. “Sorry, but I really don’t want to do it with my mom.” While the idea of incest turned Becca on, she wasn’t interested in doing anything with her mom at all. She had a cousin in mind for that, but they only saw each other at Christmas and other family gatherings when her mom’s brother and his family came in from out-of-town. Becca was surprisingly close to her young cousin, who looked up to her like an older sister, but Becca had never thought of her that way, mostly because she was only eleven. However, Becca’s recent experiences had steered her mind in that direction, and in the last week or two, she had begun having fantasies about her.

Then Carolyn interrupted her thoughts about her cousin. “Okay, girl, but don’t rub yourself off too much today. Gotta save yourself for Tuesday…and Wednesday…and Thursday…and Friday!” Carolyn burst into gales of laughter. “God, this is gonna be incredible!”

Becca had a sudden idea.

“Carolyn? What if we made it a BIG orgy? You know, like with everyone who was at that last one at the teachers’ condo?”

“Becca, I wasn’t there. I don’t know any of them at all. How could I invite people I’ve never met?”

“Don’t worry. I could handle that.”

“Are you crazy?”

“Why not? Your house is huge, so there’s plenty of room, and you have a pool with a tall privacy fence, and a great room with couches and chairs, a big-screen TV — the works. It’s a perfect place for a party!”

“Wow,” Carolyn said, considering Becca’s idea while doubtful everyone could be there like that on such short notice. And she’d have to talk her mom into it as well. But Becca’s enthusiasm for the idea was contagious. “I guess we could try,” she said hopefully.

“Those teachers said ‘anytime,’ and sex with so many people would be a blast, don’t you think?”

“Do you really believe they’d all come to someone’s house when they’d never met the people before? I mean, in case you haven’t heard, orgies with minors are illegal.”

“Leave it to me. I bet I can get at least most of them there.”

“Well, if you talk to them today, tell them it’s tentative, okay? If I can’t talk Mom into it, I don’t want a bunch of horny lesbians showing up at our house. When do you think we should have it?”

“How about Friday? Everyone will have the weekend to recover.”

“Okay, I’ll talk to Mom. It’s gonna take some convincing.”

“How about you wait til I’m there? We can both convince her. Do you think Candace would be on board for this?”

“Are you kidding? Candace would let a dog lick her if we had one.”

“Really?” Becca asked, surprised that the image turned her on even more than she was already.

“Yes, really, but get that out of your perverted little mind. It ain’t gonna happen.”

“What about your aunt? You think she’ll be okay with it?”

“She’ll be a lot easier to convince than Mom.”

“So maybe we can all four talk your mom into it. At any rate, I’m gonna start getting in touch with people to begin setting it up. I promise to explain that it could fall through.”

“Okay! See you Tuesday! Wanna come over around 5:00?”

“Sure,” Becca said. “See you then! Oh! Is it really okay if I stay through Friday night?”

“I think my mom is going to insist!” Carolyn said, and hung up her phone, laughing.

Becca lay back in her bed. She promised herself to keep the orgasms to a minimum. She was going to have to save something for the week to come.

She thought about what fantasy to have while jilling. The idea of having Carolyn’s mom, Donna, between her legs had gotten her hot earlier, but then she’d thought about her cousin, Lynn, short for Lynnette. They often exchanged emails since Lynn looked up to Becca, and she knew Lynn was in Florida on a vacation. Her last email had been an angry one about having to be with a nanny for at least one night of the vacation while her parents had “private time” without her and her little sister, Lori, around to spoil the fun.

Becca lay back and began to imagine a seduction of her pretty cousin while her fingers started a slow dance in her very wet pussy. Becca had two orgasms, one occurring when she’d imagined talking Lynn into allowing her to lick her and getting her first taste of the young girl, the other when she fantasized she talked Lynn into licking her to an orgasm that coincided with the real one she was giving herself.

After that, she got up, made her bed, and took a shower to start her day. She had some people to contact about Friday, and she wasn’t sure where to find them all, but she hoped the two she did know how to contact — the teachers who had hosted the orgy and Heather and Tina Daniels — could help her out with that.

**********

When Becca was answering her phone that morning, Monica Duncan was already up and dressed. Her mom had left for work that morning, kissing her daughter good-bye and waking her as she slept in the bed they now shared.

Monica had taken her shower, using the handheld shower massage attachment to have her first orgasm of the day, and was finishing her breakfast before attempting to call Susan Thomas, one of the girls she knew from school, but more importantly, one of the girls who had been at the orgy at their teachers’ condo.

Monica hoped to be able to invite herself over for some fun with the girl. She was discovering that she was addicted to orgasms, and while jilling to one in the shower was nice, she preferred a partner. Her mom had made love with her two nights ago, and now Monica was ready for more than just masturbation.

She decided if she couldn’t play with Susan, maybe Heather and Tina would be available. She planned to find out.

Her phone rang and she looked to see who the caller was. The display read  SUSAN THOMAS.

Like most young girls, Monica believed in fate, and this was definitely FATE, in all capital letters!

“Omigod! I was just going to call you!” she said when she answered.

“Cool!” Susan said. “I guess I was quicker!”

The girls had a laugh at that before Monica said, “So what’s up?” She hoped this was some sort of invitation to come over. The orgasm she’d had in the shower had only whetted her appetite.

“I just got this call, and it was kinda weird, but cool, you know?”

Actually, she didn’t know, but said she did anyway.

“You remember that girl from Subway?” Susan asked.

How could she forget? “Sure,” Monica said.

“Well, she got my number from Heather, and it seems she has this friend who’s, you know, into what we’re into.”

“You mean sex?” Monica asked, grinning.

“Yeah, but not only with girls her own age. All ages.”

“Yeah, I get it,” Monica said. Susan could practically hear the grin.

“Well, she asked me for your number, but I figured I would call you and ask if it was okay if I called her back and gave it to her.”

“Does she want to hook me and this friend up or something?” Monica was already liking the idea.

“No, it’s more than that. She wants to invite you to an orgy at this girl’s house.”

An orgy? Another one? “Of course! Give her my number! Call her back right now!” Monica was practically bouncing with excitement.

“Okay.” Now Monica could hear the grin in Susan’s voice.

“Sorry. I got kinda excited. I’ve never been invited to an orgy before.”

“That’s true!” Susan said, laughing. She recalled that Monica had invited herself to the orgy at her teachers’ condominium.

“So will you call her back? I’d love to come to another orgy.” She didn’t want to mention having her mom along too, yet. She figured she would cover that with the girl from Subway, Becca. She’d tell Susan about it if they could get together that day.

“Sure, I’ll do it right now,” said Susan.

“Oh wait!” Monica said. “I almost forgot to ask you what I was gonna call you about. Would you like to get together today?”

“Whatcha got in mind?” Susan’s asked, knowing full well what Monica had in mind.

“Umm… sex?”

Susan laughed out loud. “Sure! You wanna come over? I’m all alone today.”

“I’ll come over as soon as I finish talking to Miss Subway,” she said, giggling.

The girls disconnected and Monica held her phone, ready to answer it as soon as the call came through.

After an eternity of two minutes, her phone rang. She pressed the green button immediately.

“Susan here!”

“Hi, Susan. Um, this is Becca. You remember? From the…from Subway?”

Becca knew the girl would know it was her because the call had been set up by Susan, but she was unsure how to open the conversation. Susan had told her that Monica would know the reason for the call, but it would still feel weird to just blurt out, Hey, you wanna come to an orgy Friday night? After all, she had only met Monica once, even though it had been a very intimate meeting.

“Hi, Becca.”

“Well, I have this friend,” Becca began, “who is, well, you know, like us? Anyway, she and her sister and her mom and her aunt all, you know, hook up with each other, and, well, we’re hoping to have an orgy this Friday and invite as many girls and stuff as we can.”

“Sure! Can I bring my mom?”

This surprised Becca. Susan had done the same thing. She had no idea these girls were all doing it with their moms. She knew about Heather and Tina and their mom, of course, since all three had been at the orgy at the condo. However, she was surprised enough that Susan was now having sex with her own mom, and Monica was sounding as if it was as normal as drinking water.

“You and your mom…?” Becca left the rest of the question hanging, its meaning obvious.

“Well, only since after the orgy. It was just something that, you know, happened.”

“Yeah,” said Becca. “In fact, Susan asked me the same thing about her mom.”

Monica’s eyes widened at that news. She had no idea Susan’s mom was into incest with her daughter, and the thought of it caused her breath to catch in her throat for a second. They’d have to talk about this new thing they shared.

“I guess you can bring her, if she’s, well you know, into that kind of thing,” Becca said, bringing Monica back to the phone call and the invitation.

“Don’t know if she is or not, really, but I’ll ask. She knows about the orgy we had, and it kinda turned her on when I told her about it.”

Becca did some quick math in her head. She still had to ask the teachers, and if they accepted, that meant a total of fourteen women and girls would be at the orgy. The idea of it had Becca ready to come again, but she knew she would wait and save herself for the four nights that were coming.

“Are Ms. Taylor and Ms. Simmons coming too?” Monica asked, referring to the two teachers who had more or less started all this.

“I don’t know yet. I was going to go over there and ask them. I don’t have their number, and I have no other way to get ahold of them.”

“Good luck, then! Hope they can make it!”

“Oh, yes, I almost forgot,” Becca said. “You see, my friend still has to clear this with her mom. I’ll let you know if it’s canceled.”

“You mean we might not do it?” The disappointment was evident in Monica’s voice.

“Maybe, but there will be four of us working on her to have this little party. I think the chances are good it will happen.”

“Okay, I hope so. Well, see you Friday night, I hope,” said Monica, and ended the call.

Next, she called Susan back.

“Hey, girl!” Susan answered. “Coming over?”

“Yeah, but I thought I’d call first and ask you something.”

“What?” Susan asked.

“I was wondering if your mom could join us.”

A moment of silence ended when Susan asked, “You mean she told you? She didn’t have my permission to go blabbing it everywhere!”

“Well, she only blabbed it cuz my mom and me do it too. When I asked if I could bring my mom, she said you had asked the same thing.”

“Holy fuck! Really? You and your mom have sex? Why didn’t you say something at the orgy?” Susan asked.

“Because it didn’t happen until after.”

“You’re shitting me! My mom and me didn’t start until after too!”

“Fuck!” Monica said. “That is so cool! I wonder if this whole orgy thing hasn’t gotten something started with a lot of people?”

“I don’t know, but it got this orgy on Friday in the works.”

“Yeah, but Becca said it might not happen unless they could talk her friend’s mom into it. I hope it isn’t canceled. I’m really looking forward to it.”

Susan realized she was looking forward to more than that and said, “Yeah, like I’m looking forward to you getting your butt over here so I can lick it and suck your clit!”

“Be right over!” Monica said, and they hung up.

Monica went outside and climbed on her bicycle to pedal the short distance to Susan’s house. When she got there, she found a note on the front doorbell, which read: “Monica, come on in. It’s not locked.” Monica thought that was a dangerous note to have on the doorbell, but it wasn’t her house, so she didn’t worry that much.

Stepping in, she was completely thrilled by what she saw waiting for her.

Continue on to Chapter 21

 

The Joy of Looking, Chapter 91

  • Posted on January 12, 2016 at 1:23 pm

By Naughty Mommy

Sage turned over onto her back on the sofa. As she did, I made sure to look between her legs. The wet spot on her panties was still there, if anything even bigger than before.

“Now Loretta, you lie on top of her,” said Dana, holding the camera.

“I, I don’t…”

“Please, Loretta,” Dana implored, “you have to help me with this. It’s for my fashion studies, you know that. And it’ll be a great shot, so come on, just do it.”

Shaking her head as if she objected, the older woman nevertheless went along. She was on her knees on the sofa, looking down at her teenage daughter. Both were wearing only panties and bras. As we watched, she slowly lowered herself on top of Sage.

“There you go, that’s perfect,” Dana told them as she started shooting more pictures.

I think we all knew by this point that what Dana was doing was not actually necessary for her studies. I mean, I certainly doubted that she would be showing any of these photos in her classes at the fashion institute! But it offered a good excuse for us to see the mom and daughter posing this way, and I was really glad Dana had the idea. It was totally turning me on.

“Look at me, both of you, that’s right.” More shots were taken. They appeared on the big screen TV in our cabin, transmitted through a cable attached to Dana’s camera.

“Put your cheeks together. Good. Smile!” Dana directed. “Very nice. Now lick your lips. Mmm, that’s hot.”

She was right, it was hot, very hot. By this time I was naked, and openly masturbating. My mom and my sister Kate were masturbating too, although they both were still partially clothed. Sage and Loretta certainly could see what the three of us were doing, and they couldn’t possibly have missed my nudity, but neither of them said anything about it.

“All right, now I want to see you kiss each other,” Dana said.

Yes! I wanted to see that too!

Sage appeared ready to take this step, but Loretta hesitated. “Kiss?”

“Sure, why not?” said Dana. “You guys kiss, right? There’s nothing wrong with that. Just a little smooch, that’s all I want, just a little kiss on the lips.”

Loretta took a deep breath, then nodded. “All right.”

As their lips came together, I watched the images appear on the screen. It was awesome. They weren’t using their tongues or anything like that, but it was incredibly sexy to see a pretty mom kissing her daughter that way. My fingers moved faster between my legs.

“Good, that’s really, really good,” Dana praised. “You guys are great together.”

They continued kissing. Both had their eyes closed now. It looked like they were starting to get into it. I could hear Sage moaning. They were breathing harder. But soon Loretta pulled away. She licked her lips. I saw her give a wink to Sage, and then she turned to Dana.

“Okay, so what’s next?” the woman asked.

“Well,” Dana replied, “the next thing is… Sage, take off your mother’s bra.”

The teenager’s eyes went wide. But she grinned and nodded, “Okay.”

Sage reached behind her mom’s back, found the closure, and unhooked the bra. Loretta raised up a bit, allowing her daughter to draw the brassiere off her shoulders and down her arms. Sage dropped it to the floor. Loretta lowered herself once more on top of the girl.

“No,” said Dana. “Push yourself up again, higher. I want to get a shot of Sage, uh, looking at your boobs.”

“Looking at them?”

“Uh-huh,” Dana nodded.

“All right, you’re the boss,” Loretta said. She raised up, arching her back, thrusting out her chest. Her tits were large, probably a D-cup, with very wide areola like her daughter’s. A sharp tan line emphasized the whiteness of her beautiful breasts.

Sage stared at her mother’s chest. She licked her lips.

Dana shot a few photos. Then she said, “Put your hands on them.”

The teenager blinked. “What?”

“Go ahead, put your hands on her boobs.”

“It’s all right, honey,” Loretta said. “I don’t mind.”

“Well, okay.”

Sage swallowed, then raised her hands and gently placed them over Loretta’s breasts. Dana took some more shots.

“Play with her nipples,” Dana instructed.

“I…”

Sensing the girl’s uneasiness, Dana lowered the camera and smiled, adding softly, “Come on, Sage, you know you want to. And your mom wants it too.”

We were clearly crossing a line now. Any pretense of this being part of an exercise for Dana’s fashion studies had vanished. This was sex. Lesbian incest. And we were watching it happen!

Neither Sage nor Loretta said anything. There was a moment’s hesitation, and then the girl began to finger her mother’s nipples, fondling them, lightly squeezing. After a few seconds, she became more bold, pinching, pulling, twisting. Loretta groaned in pleasure.

“Kiss them,” Dana said.

“What?”

“Kiss them.”

And so she did. Loretta lowered her breasts to her daughter’s mouth, offering them. Sage kissed the erect nipples. Dana shot several photos. I glanced up at the TV screen. The images appearing there were intensely erotic.

“Suck them.”

Jesus! Would she actually do that? Yes, she would!

Sage closed her eyes and took a large nipple into her mouth, sucking eagerly. Loretta groaned again, louder than before. I noticed then that she was gently humping her crotch against her daughter’s hip. I wasn’t sure when she’d started doing that, but it was incredibly hot to see.

The teen switched to the other breast, fingers playing with the wet nipple she’d left behind. Sage had licked and sucked my tits the night before, and Katie’s too, so I knew how much she liked doing it. Obviously, though, she had never sucked her own mom’s nipples before, or at least not since she was an infant.

“That’s right, baby, that’s right,” Loretta cooed, petting her daughter’s hair. Perhaps she was thinking the same thing I was.

Dana moved in very close, getting some nice tight shots of Sage’s lips and tongue on her mother’s stiff, wet nipples. This went on for a while. Sage showed no interest at all in stopping, and Loretta was plainly enjoying the sensations, humping a little harder and faster.

Finally Dana said, “Okay, now, the next thing. Uh, Loretta, take off Sage’s bra.”

Loretta took a deep breath, pushing back some damp strands of hair from her face. The woman smiled at Dana, glanced over at me, saw me masturbating, and winked, then looked down at Sage. She kissed her lips.

“I love you, honey,” she whispered.

“I love you, too, Mom.”

Loretta put her hands under Sage, seeking the bra closure. It was sort of awkward but had the effect of bringing them even closer. Their bodies were pressed together, and in fact mother and daughter kissed several more times as Loretta fumbled for the hook. At last she got it open. She pushed up a bit, and Sage shrugged the bra from her shoulders. Giggling, Loretta pulled it away and dropped it to the floor.

“All right, now, kids?” Dana nodded at Molly and Chelsea. “You have a job to do.”

The little girls hopped to their feet, happy to join the fun.

“I want you guys to take off Miss Loretta’s undies, okay?”

I was stunned by Dana’s audacity — stunned and impressed. She kept asking for more and more and somehow got away with it all!

The kids didn’t hesitate for a moment. They moved behind Loretta and began tugging on her white and yellow panties. Soon they were sliding them down her lovely legs and off. The girls seemed to have a good time doing it, too. It was amazing to see my sister Molly hungrily admiring the woman’s ass, licking her lips as she squeezed and caressed a firm round cheek. No doubt about that little girl’s sexual preference!

“Very good,” Dana smiled. “And now, this might be harder, but I want you to take off Sage’s undies too. Do you think you can do that?”

Both kids nodded. They were certainly willing to try!

“And while they’re doing that, Sage and Loretta, you have to keep kissing, okay?” Dana instructed.

“Wow…” Loretta shook her head once more.

It was clear this night was going in a direction she had never expected. But again, as before, the woman didn’t object or resist. She simply said, “All right,” and brought her lips to her daughter’s.

As Sage and Loretta resumed kissing, the two little girls began working their hands and arms in between them, struggling to get a grip on Sage’s hipster panties and pull them down. That wasn’t easy, of course, and it made for a somewhat amusing but also highly arousing series of images: children groping between the legs of a grown woman and a teenage girl. I loved it.

Eventually they managed to get the panties off. I noticed Molly looking closely at the wet spot, and sniffing it. She knew what that meant, even if Chelsea didn’t yet.

Dana moved around behind Loretta. “Open your legs wider, both of you,” she said, as she leaned in to get some closeup shots of their pussies.

I heard a sudden wet slapping sound, a gasp, a groan. I glanced at my mother. She was climaxing, fucking herself hard. A few seconds later, Kate began to squeal. I saw that she was coming too.

Although I was certainly very turned on, I wasn’t really close to an orgasm yet. Maybe I’d just been too intent on observing everything. Anyway, it didn’t matter. I would have plenty of opportunities for climaxes later on in the evening, I was sure of that. I turned my attention back to what was happening on the sofa.

“Uh, I want you to… to get in closer, Loretta,” said Dana.

She was pushing on the woman’s hip, shifting her, positioning her. As I watched, Dana bent down low, leaning in, her face right between the legs of both Loretta and Sage. But she wasn’t licking them or anything. She was setting something up.

“That’s right,” she said, “and now still even closer. Press in. Okay, good, right there.”

The camera was around Dana’s neck, hanging on a strap. She’d let it go as she was moving Loretta into position, but now she picked it up again. She fiddled with the controls.

The image on the TV blinked off. The screen went blank for a moment, and then something new appeared. It was video, live action. We were seeing a magnified closeup of two pussies, both noticeably wet, gleaming with moisture. They were pressed tightly together, clit to clit.

Very slowly, Dana backed away. I watched the big screen. Dana gradually eased around until she had a full view of their beautiful naked bodies. After a few seconds, she zoomed in on their faces. Both were looking at her.

“You know what I want next, don’t you?” Dana said. Without waiting for an answer, she told them, “Start kissing, and Loretta, start moving on her, okay? Grinding into her.”

Loretta shivered visibly. Her cheeks were red, forehead beaded with sweat. She was breathing fast. It was easy to see how excited she was.

She turned to Sage, and kissed her gently on the lips. Then she said, “Let’s do this for her, all right? For Dana. It will help with her fashion studies.”

Sage giggled. “Okay.”

They started kissing again, clearly using their tongues this time, and as they kissed, Loretta began to move on top of Sage. It was only a small amount at the onset, a tiny bit of sliding back and forth, rocking her pelvis up and down. I was surprised, though, to see how quickly Loretta accelerated the pace. Within a minute or even less, she was really humping, grinding, thrusting her cunt against her daughter’s as she shoved her tongue into the girl’s mouth.

“Yes, yes, yes!” I heard my mom saying.

She was masturbating again — or maybe still — as she stared at the video image. Her panties were pushed down, dangling around one ankle. Two fingers were pressed deep inside her vagina. It looked to me like she was reaching for her g-spot. With the other hand she rubbed her clit. God, she was so sexy. I almost couldn’t tear my eyes away from her — except I also didn’t want to miss the sight of a mom fucking her daughter!

Faster and faster, Loretta moved on top of Sage. They were kissing only occasionally now, mostly panting and gasping as they gazed into one another’s eyes. Sage had her legs wrapped around her mother, ankles crossed over her butt, pulling their pussies even more tightly together.

I massaged my swollen clit, pinching it between two fingers. I was almost ready to come — but I tried to hold back because I was dying to see what would happen next!

This was a new experience for me. Never before had I watched a mom and a daughter have sex with each other when they hadn’t previously done anything similar. It was unbelievably exciting. It was like seeing history take place. It was their first time, and it was my first time seeing a first time. I knew the two of them would never forget this night, and I certainly wouldn’t either.

Loretta was rocking like crazy at this point, nearly out of control. Her face was dripping with sweat. Between gasps, she managed to hiss, “Honey, I — I’m gonna — I’m gonna — come on you!”

And then she did. The woman shuddered on top of her daughter — quaking, straining, groaning as powerful orgasmic spasms rippled through her body.

I came too, and I didn’t see anything else for a minute or so because my eyes were squeezed shut. I could still hear, though. I heard my mom climaxing again, and I heard Kate reach orgasm too. I don’t think Sage came, but maybe she did. It was hard to tell with everything else going on.

When I finished coming and was able to open my eyes again, I saw Sage and Loretta still on the sofa, wrapped in each other’s arms, kissing deeply. I saw Dana on her hands and knees on the floor, shorts and panties pushed down. The digital camera was lying near her, unattended. She had a hand clasped between her legs. It looked like she was in the middle of her own orgasm.

I saw my sister Kate slumped in the chair, sucking on a finger that I’m sure she’d just been using to fuck herself. As I watched, Kate motioned to Chelsea. Our adopted little sister went to her, smiling cheerfully. They kissed, and after whispering to the girl for a moment, Kate started wriggling in the chair, trying to push her shorts and panties down. Chelsea helped her take them all the way off. Then the child knelt between my sister’s legs and began licking her pussy.

My mother got to her feet. She lifted her light summer dress over her head and off, then quickly undid her bra and dropped it into the chair on top of the dress. She was nude.

“Molly, honey, come here,” she said.

My other little sister got up and went to our mom.

After giving Molly a kiss on the lips, Mommy said, “I want you to lick me, sweetie, while I talk to Miss Loretta. Will you do that?”

“Sure, Mommy.”

“Just, uh, get down on your knees, right here, okay?”

Molly did as she was asked. Our mother, standing with her feet spread wide apart, held the little blonde girl’s head in her hands, smiled lovingly down at her, then pulled her pretty face into her crotch. Molly began kissing and licking.

Hearing the conversation, Sage and Loretta had looked up. They saw my little sister eating Mommy’s pussy. They also saw Chelsea licking Kate. Underage lesbian sex and incest was taking place all around them. They both smiled.

My mom said, “Loretta, I’d really like you to experience something else now.”

The older woman’s eyebrows went up. “You would? Well, I suppose I’m ready for just about anything.”

“Good, I’m glad to hear that.” Mommy beckoned to me. As I came closer, she said to Sage and Loretta, “Both of you, would you mind sitting here on the floor beside each other? Lean back against the sofa, and get comfortable, all right?”

While they were getting arranged that way, my mom swiveled her head toward Dana. The tiny blonde had just finished recovering from a long self-induced orgasm and was slowly getting to her feet. She’d taken off her shirt and was completely nude.

“Dana, darling, come here,” Mommy said.

It was amazing to me that my mother could manage to give all these instructions while at the same time having her pussy eaten. I knew very well how it felt to have a warm little tongue bathing your clit, fingers probing inside you — and I also knew that I could barely think, let alone speak, while that was happening to me, yet somehow she was able.

“Loretta, you told us you had sex with a girl for the first time when you were in college, is that right?” my mom asked.

“Yes,” the woman answered, a slightly puzzled look on her face.

“And you’ve had sex with other women since then. But may I ask, what age was the youngest girl whose pussy you ate?”

“What age? Oh, uh, I don’t know… my age then, I guess. College age, maybe 19 or 20?”

“That’s what I thought,” Mommy smiled. “So you’ve never had the chance to lick the pussy of a much younger girl, say, someone around 12 years old, like my daughter Julie here…”

So that’s where this was going! My mom was introducing Loretta to the joys of lesbian pedophilia!

The 40-something woman looked up at me, her eyes wide. She licked her lips.

My mother caressed my cheek. “Would you like to taste this girl?” she asked Loretta. “I can tell you from personal experience that her pussy is extremely delicious.”

“I…” Loretta cleared her throat, then nodded. “Yes, I think I would.”

So, I climbed onto the sofa, kneeling and facing the back, my crotch over Loretta’s face. Dana was told to take the same position over Sage’s face. And then they began to eat us.

It took me a while to come. Loretta wasn’t the best I’ve ever had, I’m sorry to say — the best at pussy-licking I mean — and I was also feeling kind of nervous for some reason. But after a few minutes I was able to relax and get into it. Soon that wonderful pulsing, throbbing, humming joy came swirling up from inside me and I climaxed in her mouth.

Dana had come earlier than me, in Sage’s mouth. When she finished and climbed off, my mother replaced her, riding the teenager’s face. Meanwhile, Dana got down between Sage’s legs and started eating her.

I wasn’t sure how or when it had been arranged, but as I moved away when my climax was done, I found Kate waiting right behind me. She mounted Loretta’s face, giving the woman a chance to lick the pussy of a girl who was almost but not quite 11 years old.

That still wouldn’t be the youngest for Loretta, of course. After Kate, she had Molly, and then Chelsea, an 8-year-old and a 7-year-old. It was a feast of underage pussy.

We went all around that evening, everyone getting an opportunity to lick everyone else, and to be licked by each of the girls and the women. No one missed out. Probably the highlight was when we saw Sage sitting on her mom’s face and then coming in her mouth. When she finished, the teenager turned around and they went into a 69, licking each other, climaxing at the same time. That was awesome.

* * *

Loretta and Sage spent the night with us again. Unfortunately, however, they had to leave for home fairly early the next day.

We stood outside our cabin, saying goodbye. There was a bit of a chill in the air, as it was not yet 9:00 AM, but that was more than made up for by the warm feelings we had for each other. Sage squeezed Kate and me at the same time, pulling us close, a pair of skinny pre-teens wrapped tightly in the arms of a curvy 15-year-old.

“Thanks, you guys,” she whispered. Glancing up, I saw tears welling in her eyes. “You guys don’t know how much…” Her voice caught. She swallowed hard. “Anyway, I mean, just thanks!

She gave me a long kiss on the lips, and kissed Katie the same way. As our embrace ended, I overheard Loretta saying something to Molly and Chelsea, who were receiving a similar enthusiastic hug from the tall brunette.

“Little girls,” the woman murmured, “I never knew before how wonderful it could be… I just hope you won’t be my last. Anyway, take care, you kids, and keep loving your mommy!”

“We will,” they replied, almost in unison. Loretta kissed them each on the mouth.

Our mother was giving Sage a hug now. She kissed her, then winked at Loretta as she said to the teen, “I hope you will keep loving your mom too, sweetheart.”

“Yeah, I will,” Sage chuckled. “I’m pretty sure about that.”

When our mother pulled away, Loretta took her daughter’s hand. She laid her other hand softly on the girl’s cheek, then kissed her lips, opening her mouth, using her tongue. This was about the farthest thing possible from a chaste maternal kiss. It was completely obvious the two were lesbian lovers and likely would stay that way for a long time to come.

Finishing the erotic kiss, Loretta smiled at Dana. “Good luck with your studies at the fashion institute, pretty girl. I hope all those photos you took of us will be helpful.”

“Oh, they will,” Dana laughed. She and Loretta shared a tight hug and kiss, then she and Sage did the same. At last, everyone was done saying goodbye. We watched as the pair walked away toward their cabin, mother and daughter holding hands. They turned and gave us a final wave before disappearing into the trees.

* * *

Our vacation was nearing an end too. We had only one more day and night: Friday, July 23rd, Kate’s 11th birthday.

Mommy made sure that would be a memorable time for my sister, and for all of us. During the day we each agreed to do whatever Kate wanted, serving her, catering to her every wish. A lot of that was sexual stuff, naturally, but there were other things too, like fetching her favorite foods for her, or going on a long hike that she especially wanted to take.

Late in the day, we took showers and put on nice clothes and then drove for about an hour to the closest real city. We had dinner there in a pretty good restaurant — a refreshing change from that place by the lake, which we’d all grown tired of — before returning to the cabin where we enjoyed cake and ice cream and Kate opened her presents.

She got a tennis racket from Molly, a couple of cute t-shirts from Chelsea, and from Dana a digital camera. That last one was quite a surprise, and Kate was thrilled with it. I gave her some music CDs and a new video game I thought she might like.

Mommy’s gifts, though, were the really amazing ones. First, she handed my sister a printed piece of paper. I had no idea what it was, but as soon as Katie read it, she exclaimed, “Oh my god, really?!!” and then leaped into our mother’s arms, hugging her and kissing her.

It turned out that Kate had been enrolled in a junior basketball camp for girls, run by several star players in the WNBA. That was a total dream come true for her. She would travel to Kentucky late in August and spend a whole week there, improving her skills on the court during the day, staying in a dorm with other girls at night. I’d never seen my sister so overwhelmed or so excited. She couldn’t stop hugging our mom or asking if it was really true.

The final gift — after Kate had finally calmed down a bit and was able to move on to something else — came in a long square box wrapped in pink foil. She opened it and discovered… a vibrator!

Ever since we’d spent an amazing evening with Carla at her townhouse and Kate had been allowed to use a vibrator for the first time, she’d been begging for one of her own. Mommy kept telling her maybe someday, when you’re older, but I guess she’d finally decided that 11 was old enough.

Of course we all had to give the new vibrator a try. Kate went first and had a massive screaming orgasm. I got to go next. It made me come, and it felt great, obviously, but I’m kind of like my mom — I really prefer tongues or fingers instead of toys. The little girls were given a chance to try it too, not on the inside, though, only on the outside. Chelsea wasn’t able to come with it, but Molly did, pretty quickly. Dana went next and then Mommy last. Both had strong, wet orgasms.

After that we passed the vibrator around to whoever wanted it while also licking and fingering and kissing. We spent the last night of our vacation in the cabin by the lake having sex with each other, two women and four girls. Don’t I have the best life ever?

Continue on to Chapter 92

 

The Joy of Looking, Chapter 90

  • Posted on January 10, 2016 at 6:58 pm

By Naughty Mommy

As our mother was frying sausages in the morning, and I was flipping french toast, Molly came into the kitchen.

“Mommy, can we go horseback riding today?” she asked.

“Again?” My mom comically rubbed her sore backside, sending me a wink. “Well, I suppose, if you really want to. Does Chelsea want to go, too?”

“Uh-huh.”

So, after a late breakfast (we’d all slept in), the three adults and two younger girls went out on horses for the day, taking along a picnic lunch. Sage and Kate and I stayed behind at the cabin, and you’ll never guess what happened. Or maybe you will.

Around noon, Shepard and Rachel came strolling along the shore, eying the canoes. We were sitting outside in lawn chairs, drinking Cokes and eating chips. Kate had her frisbee and we’d played with it a little bit, but mostly Sage and I just wanted to sit and talk. That was all I really felt like doing at the time — until I saw those other girls, that is — then I wanted to go pick blackberries, ha-ha!

Kate ran down and got them, bringing Rachel and Shepard up to meet Sage. I wondered what they might think about that. They’d been noticeably bothered a couple of days earlier when I was introduced to the mix. Now they were being asked to include a much older girl, a teenager, practically a grownup!

But it seemed like they were prepared to go along with it, no problem. Maybe it was because we’d all enjoyed the kissing so much the other day and they were ready for anything.

We took two canoes this time, Sage and I in one, the younger girls in the other. Kate led the way, of course. We paddled slowly across the lake to the familiar sheltered inlet and tethered the canoes, then hiked up the narrow path.

Kate took us a little farther, going beyond the sunny area with the big boulders and deeper into the woods. Finally we came to a spot higher up that was partially shaded by trees but offered an even better view of the lake and the mountains beyond. It was really beautiful.

“This is awesome,” I said to my sister. “How did you know about this place?”

She shrugged. “I don’t know, we just found it that first day when we hiked up here. The blackberries are over there,” she pointed, “do you want some?”

“Not now,” I grinned. “Maybe later. Right now I want to kiss Shepard.”

The skinny, freckled, soon-to-be sixth grader returned my grin and stepped toward me. I saw Sage’s eyebrows go up. Kate and I hadn’t told her yet about our sexy adventures with these girls — but she was soon to find out.

Shepard and I kissed and groped and humped for a few minutes while the others watched, and then Kate and Rachel did the same. When they finished, giggling and wiping their mouths, we all turned to look at Sage.

“Who do you want to kiss?” Kate asked her.

The older girl stood rooted in place, her eyes flitting between us. I could only imagine what was going through her mind. Finally she licked her lips, then swallowed, nodding toward Shepard. “Um, her, I guess.”

We spent the next hour or so kissing each other, everyone getting a chance with everyone else. It got pretty hot at times, especially where Shepard was concerned. That girl loved humping, eagerly riding my leg while we kissed. The third time she got together with Sage, I thought she might even come, grinding on her as hard as she was. But I don’t think she really did.

After a while we took a little break, walking down the slope a short way to the blackberry bushes, enjoying the sweet treats. Then we were ready for more kissing.

Except now Sage had some other ideas. “You want to see my boobs?” she asked Shepard.

“Really?”

“Uh-huh. And can I see yours too?”

“Well, but, I don’t really have any, I mean, practically nothing, not like…” she nodded at Sage’s ample chest.

“That’s okay. I just want to see ‘em anyway. Let’s take off our shirts, all right?”

Shepard shrugged. “Okay.”

And so we all pulled off our t-shirts. Sage was the only one wearing a bra. She removed it and dropped it on top of her shirt.

We stood looking at each other. I’d already seen Sage and Kate, of course, so I was mostly interested in checking out the other two girls. Rachel had very nice little buds with puffy pink nipples, while Shepard was nearly flat-chested, only the merest swelling beneath her small nipples. She seemed sort of embarrassed about it, a change from her normally outgoing demeanor.

I smiled at her. “You know what? I really like girls who look like you, who have almost nothing there. It turns me on. I like little girls.”

“You do?”

“Yeah, I do.”

“Julie’s a perv,” Kate chuckled. “She loves little girls who have no boobs at all and no pussy hair or anything like that.”

Now it was my turn to be embarrassed. I felt myself blushing. But I was willing to be honest about it.

I winked at Kate, then nodded at Shepard and Rachel. “That’s true, I do. I like little girls a lot. I like older girls too, though, like you guys.” Turning to Sage, I added, “And teenagers. I really like hot teenage girls, and sexy women.”

“Only women, though, and girls?” Rachel asked.

“Uh-huh,” I told her. “I’m a lesbian.”

“Wow,” the girl frowned. “How do you know?”

I shrugged. “Well, I get really excited whenever I look at a pretty girl, like you. And when I, you know, when I have fantasies and stuff, when I masturbate, it’s always girls or women I think about, never boys. I’m a lesbian.”

Shepard said, “I think I am too.”

“I know I am,” pronounced Kate.

Rachel didn’t make any comment.

Sage didn’t either at first, but after pondering a moment she told us, “I don’t know, I… I like girls, but I think I like boys too. I guess maybe I’m, you know, bisexual or something.”

Everyone appeared to think that was fine, but now no one seemed to know what to do next. We just stood there staring at each other, at our exposed chests.

Finally Sage grinned at Shepard. “Do you want to touch my boobs?”

“Can I?”

“Sure.” She crooked her finger at the younger girl. “Come here.”

Shepard approached Sage, who took both hands in hers and placed them over her breasts.

“Wow,” sighed Shepard, lightly squeezing.

“Do you like ‘em?”

“Uh-huh, I do. They’re nice.”

“Can I touch yours?”

“You want to?”

“Yeah, I do.”

“Okay.”

Sage touched the girl’s essentially non-existent breasts, really just fingering her nipples. Shepard seemed to enjoy it very much, though, closing her eyes, leaning her head back, sighing.

After a little more of this, Sage asked, “Do you want to put your hand inside my pants?”

“What?”

“It’s okay. You can, if you want to.”

“Really?”

“Sure.”

Sage unbuttoned and unzipped her jeans. Hooking her thumbs inside the waistband of her purple hipster panties, she pulled the material away from her tummy, providing an opening. “It’s okay, go on.”

Shepard’s eyes were wide. She studied Sage’s face for a moment, then dropped her gaze down lower. Tentatively she brought one hand forward, slipping it ever so slowly inside the teenager’s undies.

Rachel, Kate, and I all moved in close, not wanting to miss this.

We saw the girl’s hand slide in farther, deeper… until suddenly she looked up at Sage. “You don’t have any hair.”

Sage smiled, shaking her head. “No, I always shave. I just cleaned it up this morning. I used Julie’s razor.”

Shepard seemed a bit puzzled by the last part of that remark. Why would she use my razor? But she didn’t ask anything else. She looked again at her hand inside Sage’s panties, sliding it up and down a little bit.

“It’s nice,” she said. “It feels smooth. And warm.”

“Uh-huh,” nodded the older girl.

Opening her own shorts, Kate said. “You wanna touch mine, Shepard? Do me next!”

We all got turns then, everyone opening their shorts or their jeans, girls putting their hands inside each other’s panties, feeling their pussies. Everyone touched everyone else.

Neither Rachel nor Shepard had any hair at all that I could detect. Sage and I were both shaved, of course. Kate hadn’t started shaving yet and had a sparse amount of light brown hair. You couldn’t really feel it, though, but if you looked closely you could see it.

No one looked really closely that day, however. We contented ourselves with simply touching. And it wasn’t exactly sexual either. It was more like exploratory, educational, learning what another girl’s pussy feels like, how we’re all slightly different.

That’s not to say we weren’t feeling aroused. I certainly was, and I’m pretty sure the others were too, but we never went beyond just basic touching. It seemed to me that the other girls, Shepard and Rachel, perhaps weren’t ready for anything more than that yet. But maybe they would be later, I hoped.

It turned out, though, that we never saw them again.

After we finished our finger-led examination of each other’s pussies — the outsides, that is, not the insides — we did some more kissing for a while, but then decided it was time to head back. By then it was almost 3:00, and none of us had had any lunch so we were getting kind of hungry. Plus I figured Mommy and the others might be finished horseback riding and would be wondering where we were.

When we arrived back at the dock in our two canoes, sure enough, everyone was there waiting for us, the adults sitting in lawn chairs, Molly and Chelsea climbing trees. We hadn’t bothered with life jackets this time, but fortunately Mommy didn’t say anything about it.

Rachel and Shepard said goodbye to us, waved to our mom, and then started off toward their own cabins. That was the last we saw of them. Maybe their families went home the next day or something, I don’t know. But I’ve often pondered over the years how those girls may have turned out, and wondered whether they ever thought about us. I’ll bet they’ve never forgotten that afternoon of feeling pussies — I know I never will!

* * *

We did something different that night. First we had dinner at the restaurant with Sage and Loretta, which wasn’t too unusual, but then after we all came back to the cabin together, our mother went upstairs and brought down the bag in which she kept her laptop. She unzipped a pocket on the side and took out a cable, about ten feet long. One end she attached to the back of the big screen TV and the other she hooked up to Dana’s camera.

Us kids already knew about the camera, of course. A few days after Dana began her studies at the fashion institute, Mommy bought it for her. It was a really nice model, digital, with a lot of pixels or something. It could shoot not only photos but videos as well. Dana was supposed to carry it with her wherever she went, taking pictures of anyone dressed in what she felt was an appealing style. The students each would show their favorites in class, and compare and discuss them.

What we hadn’t realized, though, was that you could view the photos on a TV screen. That was awesome! We started by looking at the pictures she’d taken that day on their horseback ride. Some of them were funny, and a few were out of focus, but several were really beautiful. Dana had a sharp eye for composition. Even I could see that right away.

After finishing our review of those photos, we went on to another set. These were of our mom. I hadn’t seen them before. The first few shots were candid, I guess you’d say. They were taken in our mother’s bedroom at home, mostly of her laughing as Dana took surprise shots of her. In some she was getting dressed, in others putting on makeup or doing her hair, and in some she’d just finished a shower and was wearing only a towel.

The shots got sexier as we went along. Dana had obviously urged Mommy to strike a few provocative poses for her, and our mother had agreed. She leered at the camera, turning around and raising the towel to show her beautiful bottom. Then she gradually let us see her breasts, lowering the bath towel bit by bit until her erect nipples were revealed. Oh my god, it was so hot!

Even though I’d seen my mom naked countless times and often made love to her, these photos were incredibly exciting to me. It was almost as if I was seeing her for the very first time. Watching her flirt with the camera, seducing her audience, made me jittery with lust. I could barely sit still. I badly wanted to fuck that sexy woman on the TV screen — and I don’t think I was the only one feeling that way!

I noticed Sage, seated beside me on the sofa, squirming and squeezing her legs together. Kate was on the floor near my feet, sitting cross-legged, and I could see that she had a fist at her crotch, pressing and grinding through her shorts. Loretta was on the other side of Sage, and while she didn’t appear to be stimulating herself in any way, her eyes were wide, her face turning red. She seemed to be breathing hard and I saw her lick her lips as she stared at the erotic images.

Again, it was interesting to me that although Loretta had already had sex with my mom, just the night before, these photos were turning her on too. She’d seen my mother naked, presumably had seen her pussy up close and everything, but it was somehow different to view her like this, arousing in a whole new way.

Anyhow, I was so worked up by then that I was about to jump off the sofa and attack my mom, but it’s probably a good thing I didn’t — because it turned out that Dana and Mommy had a plan in mind.

“I guess these are pretty good,” Dana said, “but I really need more practice. Would some of you guys like to pose for me, just for fun?”

“I would!” Kate replied immediately.

“Me too,” added Molly with Chelsea echoing, “Me too!”

But Dana looked directly at Sage. “You know what? I really like your style, your fashion sense.”

“Mine?” The teenager looked surprised.

Frankly, I was too. Sage’s ‘fashion sense’ seemed to me not very imaginative, restricted as it was to various shades of black. Most of her clothes were bulky and loose-fitting. It certainly wasn’t a style that appealed to me at all. Apparently, though, Dana wasn’t referring simply to her clothing.

“Uh-huh,” the blonde nodded. “I like the way you wear your hair, and the piercing in your eyebrow, it’s perfect for you. Is it all right if I take a few shots of you?”

“Oh, um, yeah, I guess,” Sage mumbled, “if you want to.”

“Good. So, stand up, and come over here.”

Dana directed Sage to pose near the foot of the stairs, in front of the railing. The long cable that ran from the camera to the TV was still attached. And as Dana began taking photos, a moment later they would show up on the screen — so cool!

We watched as she guided the reluctant teen to smile for her, or lick her lips, or hold her chin in a certain alluring way. And as my gaze went back and forth from the actual scene in the room to the images appearing on the TV, I was amazed at the difference. The girl who often seemed awkward, even clumsy, was somehow transformed. Dana’s patient coaching and cleverness with the camera was letting us see an entirely new Sage, a bold, confident, attractive young woman.

Dana stopped after a couple of minutes. “Let’s take a look at these, and you can tell me what you think.”

She did something with the camera as she turned toward the TV, evidently selecting a group of images, because then we started seeing all the shots she’d just finished taking. Dana scrolled through them, pausing at the some of the better ones.

“Wow,” said Sage. “I can’t believe that’s me.”

“You’re beautiful, honey,” Loretta told her daughter. They were side by side on the sofa again, holding hands.

“Those really are great,” I said to Dana. “You’re a totally awesome photographer.”

“Oh, thanks, but you know, it’s really not me… it’s the model. Sage is hot.”

“You’re right, she is,” I grinned at the girl, giving her a flirtatious wink. She giggled.

“Okay,” Dana said to her, “now I want to shoot your tattoos, all right? Take off your shirt for me.”

“My shirt?”

“Uh-huh, go on.”

“Um, do you want me to, like, stand somewhere?”

“No, just stay where you are, on the sofa, that’s fine. But take off your shirt.”

“Well… all right.”

So Sage pulled her big black long-sleeved AC/DC t-shirt over her head and off, handing it to Loretta. Underneath, she wore a black satin bra. Kate and I had seen the bra earlier that day, of course, up in the woods. Not to mention we’d seen her boobs. Sage hadn’t seemed very shy about anything then, but now it was different — maybe because her mom was there, or because the little girls were watching, or perhaps it was the presence of the camera.

In any case, Dana really had to coax her to cooperate. Sage kept trying to cover up her chest with her arms and often ducked her head nervously. Finally, Dana suggested that instead of looking into the lens, she should watch the TV. And that made all the difference. Now it was if she was seeing someone else, and we were seeing someone else too.

When Sage got a look at the girl on the screen and saw how truly enticing those images were, she relaxed and gave herself to the experience. She became a glamour model, moving with ease, displaying her body rather than hiding it, working with the photographer. Now she was doing what my mom had done in the shots we’d seen earlier, flirting with the camera, seducing her audience.

“Oh, that’s great, awesome, so hot,” Dana told her, “you’re a natural, you’re amazing.”

The more Sage heard of this praise, and the more she took in the sight of her alluring face and figure, the more readily she adopted sexy poses, cupping her large breasts in her hands, squeezing them through her bra, sucking a finger into her mouth, licking her lips.

But then she was given a new challenge.

“Okay, so, take off your jeans,” said Dana. “Or wait, no — Loretta, you take them off for her.”

“What?” both said together.

“Go on,” Dana urged, “it’ll be cool. Come on, Loretta, you’re gorgeous, and so is Sage. I really want to get some shots of the two of you together.”

Up until then, Loretta had been tucked in a corner of the sofa with her legs curled under her, watching closely as her daughter posed, but leaning away from the camera, staying out of the shots. Now, however, she was being asked to take part, to put herself inside the erotic images.

The woman hesitated, a frown on her face. It was as if we could see her thinking, her brain working. I’m not sure what finally made up her mind, but after several moments of apparently anxious deliberation, she took a deep breath and said, “All right.”

As Dana clicked photos, Loretta unbuttoned and unzipped her daughter’s black jeans. She tugged them over the girl’s wide hips, then down her legs and off, dropping the jeans to the floor. I don’t know whether Loretta noticed it right away, but from where I was standing I could clearly see a dark wet spot in the center of Sage’s purple panties.

“You take off your shirt too,” Dana instructed Loretta.

“But, I…” the brunette blinked, looking startled.

“Come on, do it for me. It’ll help with my fashion photography, you know?”

That made the older woman laugh. “Yeah, right. But okay, I guess I’ll go along.”

Loretta was wearing a patterned blue and white cotton blouse, short-sleeved. When she raised her hands to begin opening the buttons, Dana stopped her.

“Wait — Sage, you do it. You take off her blouse.”

The girl giggled, but didn’t hesitate. “Okay.”

Now we got to see images on the TV screen of a curvy teenager, wearing only panties and a bra, opening and removing a woman’s blouse, and soon after that, her jeans. Mother and daughter both were barefoot, now clad only in their intimates. Loretta’s bra and panties were a matched set, yellow and white, trimmed with lace. They set off her dark tan, making her fit body look incredibly desirable.

“Move together…” Dana motioned to them. “Uh, Sage, get on your hands and knees, facing away, and Loretta, I want you to examine her tattoo. Look at it closely, okay?”

“Well, all right.”

They assumed the position. Dana moved in for a tight shot as Loretta traced the pattern of the curlicue tattoo with manicured fingernails.

“Kiss it,” said Dana.

“What?”

“Don’t argue,” she told Loretta. “Just do as I say.”

Shaking her head, but still ‘going along’, the brunette lowered her lips to the tattoo just above her daughter’s buttocks, and softly kissed it.

“Now lick it.”

A few second’s hesitation, but then a quick nod, and Loretta licked the girl’s skin. We heard Sage start to giggle, which soon turned to a sigh, and then to a moan of pleasure as her mother continued licking and kissing her. The woman’s hands were on Sage’s hips, but as we watched they moved to her bottom, caressing and lightly squeezing.

“Kiss her butt too.”

“I —”

Don’t argue.”

“All right.”

As Loretta complied, ostensibly against her will but also doing so with obvious excitement, smiling and breathing harder, her cheeks growing flushed, Dana said, “Just keep doing it. I’m going to slide around for some other angles.”

I’d been watching the action on the sofa, but now I turned to look at the TV screen again. It was fascinating to me the way Dana would frame her shots, often moving in close, isolating the curve of a limb, the tempting cleavage between Sage’s breasts, or the girl’s full, pouty lips. So erotic. She also got some very close images of Loretta’s mouth kissing those purple hipster panties and of the woman’s tongue licking the tattoo again.

Then Dana stepped to the other end of the pair, and for the first time we got to see some nice shots of Loretta’s lovely bottom, her smooth shapely thighs. It was incredibly hot. It made me want to touch myself.

I glanced at my mom. She was sitting in a chair, able to see both the sofa and the TV. My mother’s summer dress was pulled up, her legs spread wide, a hand inside her panties. She was masturbating. I’d been so intent on observing the photography, I had no idea how long my mom had been doing that or when she’d started. Then I looked at Kate. She was in the other chair, not watching the TV at all, but staring at Sage and Loretta. Her shorts were open, her fingers inside, playing with her pussy.

Molly and Chelsea were on the floor, at the end of the sofa near Sage. They were looking back and forth between the TV and the live action, eyes wide.

On the screen, I saw a tight closeup shot of Loretta’s bottom, her snug-fitting white and yellow panties, the gap between her slim thighs, the tempting bulge of her labia through the thin material.

“Put your hand down here,” Dana instructed.

“What?”

“Just do as I say.”

Loretta didn’t argue. She knew better by now. I looked at the sofa and watched her reach a hand down between her legs. Turning to the TV, I saw an image appear of her fingers caressing herself through her panties. And then, incredibly, a swift sequence flashed onto the screen, one erotic image after another. I saw two fingers pressing in, pushing on the fabric — next shot, pushing deeper, finding the opening to her vagina — next shot, fingers almost disappearing inside — next shot, fingers pulled out a bit — last shot, hand higher up now, near her clit, a juicy wet stain clearly visible on the panties.

That was enough for me. I opened my shorts and shoved a hand inside, feeling myself. I was completely soaked, warm and creamy and slippery. After fondling my swollen clit for a moment, I pulled my hand out and brought the wet fingers to my mouth, rubbing them on my lips, licking them, tasting my sex. I squeezed my thighs together, shivering with arousal, then made a decision. I wanted to be nude.

I quickly shimmied out of my shorts and panties before lifting my t-shirt over my head, tossing it away. I wasn’t wearing a bra, of course, so now I was totally bare. It felt daring and sexy. I loved it.

As I started to masturbate again, I heard a voice. “Sage, turn over now,” Dana said.

It was time for the next step.

Continue on to Chapter 91

 

Mommy, can we?

  • Posted on January 9, 2016 at 9:36 am

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The Joy of Looking, Chapter 89

  • Posted on January 6, 2016 at 3:54 pm

By Naughty Mommy

When I finally opened my eyes after finishing my climax, I saw that Loretta was standing in front of the sofa, tugging her jeans up over her hips. She had no panties on. The woman quickly zipped her jeans, then grabbed her shirt from a chair and slipped it on, sans bra, buttoning it partway.

I was afraid she might be getting ready to leave, may have decided she’d had quite enough of our family’s perverted ways, but that wasn’t it.

“Sage,” she called, looking up at us. “Sage, honey, come on down here. Let’s talk, okay?”

“Um, well…” her daughter replied, “should I, like, get dressed and stuff first?”

“No,” Loretta shook her head, grinning, “you don’t have to be silly like your mom.” She took a seat on the sofa next to our mother, who was still nude, and patted the empty cushion on the other side. “Just come on down here.”

Dana got up from where she was sitting on the floor and started toward the foot of the stairs, beckoning to Chelsea, who eagerly trotted down to her mommy.

Sage turned toward me, her eyebrows raised. It seemed that she was asking me what to do. I thought it was funny that a 15-year-old would be looking to a 12-year-old for guidance, but apparently she was.

I shrugged, “Sure, come on, let’s go down there.”

My little sister Molly had already followed Chelsea downstairs, so now it was me, then Kate, then Sage padding down, all of us naked. Molly jumped onto our mother’s lap. Chelsea and Dana were cuddling together in one of the armchairs.

I went to my mother and kissed her on the lips. Kate gave Mommy a kiss too, then she and I sat in the other armchair, my sister on my lap, her arm around my shoulder. She was kind of heavy, but I didn’t mind. It felt nice.

Sage sat beside her mother on the sofa. She looked nervous. Loretta took her hand, squeezing it.

“So, um,” the woman began, then cleared her throat before continuing. “This is, uh, kind of a big change. Well, I mean, it’s something different for us. And I guess I just, you know, I want to make sure you’re okay.”

The teenager didn’t say anything. She paused a moment, then nodded to her mother, showing a hint of a smile.

“Good, okay,” said Loretta. “We can talk more later if you want to, you know, we can talk privately about everything. But I just want to say, now, well… I guess first, I love you, okay?”

“Okay, Mom,” Sage grinned.

“And, I suppose I should have told you this sooner, I know I should have. But anyway, I’ll tell you now: I’m bisexual. I like both men and women. Are you okay with that?”

“Sure, of course.”

“Good, I’m glad. But…” Loretta’s gaze went to Chelsea, then to Molly, and then back to Sage.

“Um, I, frankly, I’m not quite sure how I feel about all this myself, what’s happened tonight. I mean about having the… you know, the children involved and everything, watching us the way they were. It seems… well, it seems like something I never would have accepted before.”

She shook her head, and looked at our mother. “I don’t mean to judge, but…”

“It’s quite all right,” Mommy assured her. “Just say whatever you feel. I won’t mind.”

Loretta paused, then shrugged, “As I said, it’s hard for me to understand what I’m feeling now, let alone express it.”

She turned back to Sage. “And if it’s hard for me, I’m sure it must be hard for you too, honey. Or maybe it’s not, I don’t know. Is there anything you’d like to say?”

The girl shrugged, an almost exact replica of her mother’s action. “No, I mean, I’m cool with everything. With you, and with them, and… everything.”

It was quiet then for several seconds.

“Well, good,” Mommy finally said, “it seems as though everyone’s happy.”

She stood, Molly slipping off her lap, and walked naked into the kitchen. Molly followed her. None of us knew what was up, so we just waited.

A minute later our mother returned, bearing a big red heart-shaped box of designer chocolates. “I’ve been saving these for a special occasion,” she smiled, “and this seems like a very special occasion.”

She opened the box, setting the lid on the coffee table, and offered the treats to Loretta and Sage. They each took a chocolate and thanked her. Mommy handed the box to Molly, asking her to take it around the room to the rest of us. Then she went back into the kitchen.

When she came out a second time, Mommy was carrying a tray with several small glasses on it, along with a chilled bottle of Bailey’s Irish Cream. She set the tray on the coffee table and began filling the glasses. The way she was bending over, she had her bare bottom — and her pussy — almost in Sage’s face. I was certain that was deliberate.

“Will you allow your daughter to have a few sips of this?” Mommy asked Loretta as she continued to pour.

“Uh, sure, I suppose. If she wants it.”

“Yeah, I do, I want it,” Sage nodded as she stared at my mom’s ass.

I counted six juice-size glasses and two shot glasses. Mommy filled the shot glasses only halfway, but the juice glasses were nearly full of the creamy liquid. She took the tray around the room, serving drinks to each of us, including the little girls who took the smaller glasses.

Mommy set the empty tray down and raised her own drink. “Before I propose a toast… Loretta, is there something you might like to do to make yourself more comfortable? To get in the mood with the rest of us?”

That brought some chuckles. Everyone else was nude, of course.

Loretta blushed. It was a bit hard to see it through her dark tan, but the woman blushed very red. She nodded, licked her lips, then handed her glass to Sage and got to her feet, unbuttoning her shirt. The pretty brunette tossed the garment away, then quickly pushed her jeans down and off.

“Ta-da!” she exclaimed, arms held wide, still blushing but with a big grin on her face. “How’s that?”

Everyone laughed and cheered. My mom gave her a kiss on the lips, then Loretta sat back down, retrieving her drink from Sage.

Mommy looked slowly around the room, taking in the sight — three women, a teenager, and four girls from age 7 to 12, mothers and daughters — the perfect recipe for a night of forbidden lesbian sex.

Her gaze settled on me. “I was going to propose a toast. But Julie, I think you should do it.”

“Me?” I was startled, to say the least. I didn’t know anything about doing stuff like that.

“Yes, honey, go ahead.” My mother sat on the sofa next to Loretta. The others looked at me, waiting.

“Oh gosh. Well, okay…” I patted my sister on the leg. She got off my lap, and I stood up. Kate took my place in the chair.

“Um,” I raised my glass, feeling nervous and embarrassed, not at all sure what to say.

But then that thing happened again, where suddenly another part of me asserts control: a strong, confident Julie takes over. I can’t be that person all the time, unfortunately, but at special times she seems to come out.

I smiled. My eyes met Sage’s. I held the glass of Irish Cream toward her. “I propose a toast to my new friend Sage, to her big beautiful boobs and her sexy tattoos and her enjoyment of hot lesbian porn.” That last bit got a startled look from Loretta. I heard Kate giggling behind me.

“Let’s drink to Sage,” I said, taking a sip from my glass. The drink was smooth and sweet and creamy, but it went down strong, burning in my throat. It made me feel all warm and tingly inside. I liked it.

The others drank too, the littlest kids wrinkling their noses. I wasn’t done with my toast, though, not even close. In fact, I was only beginning.

I held my glass up again. “And let’s also drink to Loretta,” I continued, “to Sage’s mom — so smart and caring, and so totally hot. I hope when I grow up, Loretta, I can be as beautiful as you are, both inside and out. A toast to Loretta!”

“Hear, hear!” my mother exclaimed, before downing the rest of her drink.

After taking another sip from my glass, I turned and caught Kate’s eye, then nodded at the bottle on the table. She got my meaning immediately. My sister picked up the chilled Bailey’s and went around the room, offering refills to whoever wanted them.

“To my little sister Molly,” I continued, “a very pretty girl who loves Barbies, who loves animals, who loves all her many friends, who adores riding horses, and who, maybe more than anything else, loves to suck nipples!”

Molly burst out laughing. I’d hit the nail right on the head. That was what she seemed to enjoy as much as anything. Again, however, I saw that this remark gave Loretta quite a start. There was still a lot she had to learn about our unusual family.

“Let’s drink to Molly,” I said, and we did.

“To my sister Kate, my best friend in the whole world, a girl I look up to in so many ways, even though she’s younger than me. She’s so smart, so strong, so alive — and so fucking sexy! A toast to Kate!”

“Oh, Julie!”

Before I could drink my toast, my sister was hugging me, squeezing me, kissing my mouth. I tasted sweet cream and whiskey on her lips and on her tongue. It made me want more, a lot more. I wanted to taste the even sweeter cream from her pussy — but I knew there would be plenty of time for that later. Right now I had other work to do.

Kate let me go, finally, and resumed her duty of keeping the glasses filled.

Turning toward Chelsea, I said, “A toast to my darling little Chelsea, such a beautiful girl, so loving and sweet, precious and adorable. I’m very happy you’re part of our family now, and that we’ll always be sisters. I love you, Chelsea.”

“Aww…” Dana sighed. She kissed her daughter’s cheek, and we drank our toasts. I was working on my second glass of the liqueur now, and starting to feel light-headed. I liked the feeling.

“To Dana,” I went on, “my big sister, my lover, my friend, and a true inspiration to me. If I can ever be even half as wonderful a person someday as you are, Dana, I’ll be very happy. I love you so much.”

“Oh, Julie!!”

Dana jumped up, she and Chelsea both throwing their arms around me, hugging and kissing me again and again. I was getting a lot of love that night, and I loved it!

At length, they released me from their grip. After we’d all simmered down once more, I faced my mother. For several moments, we simply gazed into each other’s eyes. I felt so much love for her — and not only love, but admiration, devotion, and of course, a fiery, lusty passion. I could see that she felt the same for me.

I extended my drink toward her. In a soft voice, I began, “A toast to Mommy, the hottest, sexiest, most beautiful woman I have ever seen. I love you, Mother, with all my heart, my soul, and my body. I will love you forever and ever.”

“Julie…” she whispered, her lovely blue eyes glistening with tears.

“If it wasn’t for you,” I added with a smile, “none of us would be here.”

Turning to face the room, holding my glass high, I exclaimed, “Let’s all drink to Mommy!”

“To Mommy!” cried Dana. Others echoed her, and we drank again. Kate started refilling the glasses one more time, but soon ran out. That was it. We’d polished off the bottle.

A few minutes later, our mother said, “You know, there’s something important I want to say.”

She waited until everyone had quieted, then continued, “It’s getting pretty late, almost time for bed. I’m sure you will agree that after having had so much to drink, it definitely would not be safe for Loretta or Sage to try to walk back to their cabin tonight. It could be very dangerous, and I simply cannot allow it.”

“I agree,” I nodded.

“You’re right,” Dana giggled, “it wouldn’t be safe at all. They have to stay here.”

“Oh, but, no, we —” Loretta began to protest.

“Mom, come on, we are staying. We are,” Sage insisted.

“Yes, you have to!” came the common cry from our group.

It was perfectly clear that Loretta would not be permitted to refuse. Even so, she tried once more. “But, I don’t… do you… have enough room?”

“Well,” Mommy chuckled, “we may have to squeeze into the beds a little tightly. But I don’t think you’ll mind too much begin pressed up against me or against Dana, will you? And I doubt that your pretty daughter would complain about sleeping skin to skin with my daughters, would you, honey?”

“No, I don’t mind,” Sage grinned.

“Okay, so that’s settled.”

I was surprised in a way, and maybe a little disappointed, that our mother started talking about going to bed at that point, as early as it still was. I’d been kind of hoping we might have a nice big orgy with our new friends. But I guess she figured they already had plenty to think about and anything else might just have been too much. I’m sure she was probably right. My mom is pretty smart about stuff like that — in fact, she’s pretty smart about everything!

Anyway, we did go upstairs then, with the three adults taking the master bedroom. I got my stuff and moved it into the second bedroom where Sage would sleep with Kate and me. Molly and Chelsea were in their own room, the only ones not three in a bunk.

Kate and Sage and I got ready for bed, although we didn’t go to sleep right away, of course, not for quite a while. I’m sure the others stayed up late too, talking and, well, probably doing a lot more than talking!

But that’s how the three of us started, getting in bed together naked, lying side by side on our backs with Kate in the middle, just sharing our thoughts about stuff.

“So, like, how long have you guys been watching porn?” Sage asked.

I thought about it, trying to remember the timing, before answering, “Uh, let’s see, only since around the beginning of this year, maybe about six months or so.”

“And, um, is it only lesbian? Or do you, like, watch other stuff too? You know, with guys and stuff?”

“Ewww…” Kate groaned.

“No,” I chuckled, “only lesbian porn. That’s all that anybody in our family likes to see, just girls with girls. Well, sometimes, you know, solo, girls masturbating alone, but mostly lesbians. We don’t like guys — not like that, I mean.”

“Yuck!” my sister emphasized.

“Okay, I get it,” Sage laughed.

She was silent for a few seconds, apparently thinking. Then she said, “I don’t know about myself yet… I like girls, but… I think I might like boys too. I’m not really sure. But, like, I… I’m a lot older than you are. I’m 15, almost 16, so do you think it’s stupid that I’m… I mean, that I’m still a virgin and stuff?”

I pushed myself up on an elbow to look across the bed at her. Although the lights were off, a full moon cast enough illumination through the window that we could easily see each other’s faces.

“Why would it be stupid?” I asked Sage, shaking my head. “What’s wrong with being a virgin?”

“Well, like…” Her voice caught in something like a sob.

Kate turned her head to look at Sage too. The teenager took a deep breath. She was staring up at the ceiling and seemed to be choking back tears. We waited for her to gather her composure before going on.

Sage cleared her throat and said, “You guys aren’t, you know, in high school yet. You don’t what it’s really like, how mean some people can be.” A big tear rolled down one cheek.

“So, what’s it like?” I said softly. “Tell us.”

The girl wiped her eyes with her hands. She sniffed, then said, “They just — people are stupid. They call me names, like cow, because I’m fat.”

“You’re not fat!” I objected.

“I like your body,” Kate told her. “I think you’re hot. God, your boobs, they’re amazing.”

Sage turned her head toward us. There were still tears in her eyes, but she was smiling. “Thanks.”

“I don’t think it matters anyway if you’re a virgin or not,” I said. “I mean, who cares? Don’t listen to those other people. Just do what’s right for you. Take care of yourself, that’s all that matters.”

“Right. What she said,” Kate added.

The older girl shifted to her side, facing us, head lying on her hands. She sniffed once more, but seemed to be done crying. “Thanks, you guys. I’m… thanks… it’s good to just talk about stuff like this, I guess.”

“Yeah, it is,” I nodded, then asked, “but, uh, do you ever, like, talk with your mom about it, or anything?”

“Not really.” She crinkled her nose. “I mean, we talk about stuff, but not that kind of stuff.”

“Yeah,” I nodded again. “I guess I’m lucky because I have a sister. Kate and I talk about everything.”

My little sister smiled at me.

“I talk with my mom a lot too,” I said. “She’s really great about stuff. But, it’s kind of different with a sister, I guess ‘cause she’s my age, or almost my age and stuff, you know?”

“Yeah,” Sage agreed. “It would be nice to have a sister. I think about that sometimes. I do have a couple of friends, best friends. That’s who, like I said, I jilled off with before. We’ve kissed and stuff too, but not much more than that. And we talk a lot, which is good.”

It was quiet for a couple of minutes. I lay on my back again, looking at the ceiling. The covers were down around our waists. It was pleasantly warm in the room, even with an open window.

Sage was still facing Kate. After a while, she took a deep breath, then asked, “Do you… really like my boobs?”

They gazed into each other’s eyes. Kate nodded, “Oh my god, yeah, I do, they’re awesome. I like your boobs, and your tattoos, and your butt… and your mouth.”

Sage had a wide mouth with luscious full lips. I remember thinking that if she used a different kind of makeup, she might look really pretty, like her mother. But I decided not to say anything about it then.

Another minute or two went by. We all knew, it seemed, that we were going to have sex at some point, but there really was no hurry. Talking felt more important.

Pushing herself up on an elbow, Sage said, “Can I ask you guys something?”

“Sure,” I smiled. “Anything.”

“Well, it’s like… you kind of said some stuff that I, that made me wonder, I mean… but I don’t know, like, do you guys……?”

“Have sex, with each other?” I prompted.

“Yeah,” she nodded. “Do you?”

“Uh-huh,” I told her. “With each other, and with Molly and Chelsea and Dana, and with our mom too. All of us.”

“No way. Really?”

“Yeah, we really do,” Kate said. “She’s not shitting you.”

“Wow, that’s…” Sage lay down again, on her back. “That’s amazing. It’s really great. You guys are awful lucky.”

“What do you mean?” I asked.

“I don’t know, just… I think a lot of girls would really like that, you know, would like to have a mom or sisters they could do stuff with, just to learn and everything.”

“Yeah, it is great,” I agreed.

I turned toward Kate, putting a hand on her chest, touching her small nipples, playing with them. They grew hard under my fingers. My sister licked her lips. I leaned in close and kissed her.

“That’s hot,” Sage whispered, “watching you guys kiss.”

So, we kissed, and we did a lot more too. I fingered Kate’s pussy, bringing her to orgasm while Sage watched us and masturbated. She climaxed at the same time as Kate.

Sage and my sister did some kissing after that, while I licked Katie. When she came a second time, we rested for a few minutes, occasionally kissing and lightly caressing.

Then Kate said to Sage, “I want to suck your boobs, okay?”

“You do?”

“Uh-huh. Has anybody ever done that with you?”

“No. Well, I mean, I lick them sometimes myself, you know, when I’m, like, masturbating and stuff, or watching porn. It feels good. But nobody else ever has.”

“You lick your boobs?” Kate asked. She was lying on her back, fingering her own nipples.

“Uh-huh,” the older girl nodded.

“Can I see?”

“See what?”

“I wanna see you do it. My tits are so small I can’t do that. But my mom can. I really like it. It’s hot. Can I see you do it?”

“Okay,” Sage giggled.

She sat up on the bed, folding her legs. Taking both large breasts in her hands, she giggled again, then lifted one to her mouth, bending down and sticking out her tongue, licking the nipple.

“Wow…” breathed Kate.

Sage repeated the action with the other breast, bathing the nipple with her tongue, sighing in obvious pleasure.

“God, I love that,” my sister said. “I really want to suck them now, okay?”

“Yeah, okay.” Getting to her hands and knees, the teen leaned over, pendulous breasts dangling in front of Kate’s face.

“Fuck, look at those boobs,” said Kate as she palmed them, gently squeezing. She looked into our friend’s eyes. “I really mean it, you’re totally hot. I love your body.”

“Thanks,” Sage chuckled happily.

As my sister began to lick and suck the girl’s breasts, I crawled closer, touching Sage’s warm back, stroking her, running my fingertips slowly down her backbone. After pausing a second to examine the curlicue tattoo more closely, I slid my hand over her rounded buttocks, down the inside of a thigh and then up again, reaching between her legs. I found her pussy. It was very warm, and slippery with her juices. Sage moaned as I stroked her labia.

I masturbated her, rubbing her clit and fucking her cunt while Katie sucked her tits. Sage didn’t quite come, although it seemed like she might be getting close. But then Kate said to her, “Sit on my face.”

“What?”

“Sit on my face. I want to lick your pussy.”

The teen hesitated. “I… I’ve never…”

“Don’t you want me to?”

“Yeah, I do. It’s just, I don’t…”

“Come on, I want to eat you. I promise, you’ll like it.”

“You will,” I assured her. “My sister is very good at it.”

Sage swallowed. “Well, okay…” She took a deep breath, then climbed on top of Kate.

Although she hadn’t climaxed while I was fingering her, she certainly did while Kate was eating her. Sage came hard and wet in my sister’s mouth. It was pretty exciting to see a teenager riding a 10-year-old’s face that way.

The three of us played around a lot more that night. I got a chance to lick Sage, and she ate pussy for the first time, both mine and Kate’s. We did some tribbing too, and even though Sage wasn’t able to come that way, when she saw Kate fucking me and saw us reach orgasm at the same time, she climaxed as she masturbated, watching us.

We talked a lot more as well, not getting to sleep until the early hours of the morning… at last, feeling spent and satisfied and close, snuggling together, smelling of sex, we gradually drifted off.

Continue on to Chapter 90

 

The Secret Society of the Pussycats Club, Chapter 19

  • Posted on January 4, 2016 at 7:40 pm

By Cheryl Taggert

For assistance in keeping up with all the characters, you can go here.

Daphne arrived at her sister’s house and strode up to the door. Pressing the doorbell, she felt a small breeze waft up her skirt to caress her pussy, which was open to the air since she had removed her panties in the car before getting out. It felt nice and served to increase her hope that her idea would work.

Carolyn answered the door, looking devastated, and Daphne was silently ushered into the living room where Donna and Candace waited. She could see that all three had been crying, but the tears seemed to be dried up for now.

Daphne sat facing her sister, keeping her legs closed to prevent her sister from seeing she was not wearing panties. That would have to occur at just the right time. She was armed with the knowledge that she wouldn’t be going to jail and that if her idea didn’t work, she’d be permanently banned from seeing the girls anyway. Desperate times called for desperate measures, and she hoped this desperate measure worked.

“So,” Daphne said as a way to get the conversation started.

“Yes, so,” said Donna. “As in so what made you think having sex with my daughters was okay?”

“The fact that they love it,” Daphne answered. “And so do I.”

“That has nothing to do with it!”

“On the contrary, it has everything to do with it! Look at them, Donna! They’re beautiful, well-adjusted, happy. They don’t get into trouble at school, at home, or in public. I don’t know if you realize this or not, but you have nearly perfect daughters!”

“I’m aware of that!” Donna nearly shouted.

“Now, I’m back to ‘so,’ as in so what’s the problem here? I love it, they love it, and they obviously love me, you, and each other. Besides, it’s only slightly more than what you and I did when we were kids.”

The two daughters looked at their mother with wide-eyed shock. Their aunt and their mom had sex with each other when they were girls? This was quite a revelation.

“Daphne, please. No,” Donna said, putting her hand to her throat in embarrassment.

“Sorry, sis. It’s time they knew, especially since you are now doing your best to end what your daughters and I have done with each other. They need to know you aren’t completely without experience with other girls, specifically your own sister. They’ll understand the attraction, believe me.”

Donna blushed a deep red, much as Candace had just a little while ago when Donna had learned her ten-year-old had orgasms.

“Mom, you mean you and Aunt Daphne… messed around with each other when you were kids?” Carolyn asked.

“It was a long time ago,” said Donna, “when we were just teenagers. We stopped when I was sixteen. Now that it led to this, I wish we’d never done it.”

“Really?” Daphne asked. “Don’t blame yourself for any of this, Donna. You’re not to blame. I would have eventually sought out other girls for sex anyway. Besides, don’t make what we did ugly. It was beautiful.”

Donna blushed again and looked down at the floor. She’s right, of course. It was beautiful. And now, instead of having sex with me, Daphne is having sex with my girls. My own daughters are enjoying her body now. It’s so… Donna stopped her thoughts with a mental jolt. Am I jealous?

Donna looked back at her sister again. What she saw rendered her speechless.

Daphne was now leaning against the back of the chair with her legs spread. Her skirt was hiked up to her hips and her pussy was on full display. The closely trimmed pubic hair was already wet with her juices. Her fingers lightly massaged her inner labia, smearing the fluids around.

“What are you doing?” asked Donna.

“Isn’t it obvious? I’m masturbating. You used to watch me do this all the time. You loved watching me. Or at least that’s what you said.”

“But…” Donna began, but stopped when she realized she had no idea what she was about to say before looking at her daughters. Carolyn and Candace were staring at their aunt, their eyes following every move of the fingers slowly wetting themselves in the open pussy.

“I love watching your daughters do this, too,” Daphne said, beginning to increase the tempo of her self-gratification. “They love to masturbate.”

“Daphne, please,” Donna pleaded with her sister. “You shouldn’t be doing that.”

“They’ve seen me do this many times,” Daphne said, glancing at the girls. “They still love to watch me… and each other. Besides, that’s not what you said the first time I did this in front of you, Donna,” Daphne said. “Remember? I was nine. A year younger than Candace is now. And do you know when I started with Carolyn? She was only eight. Only a year younger than I was the first time I did this for you.”

Like her daughters, Donna couldn’t seem to remove her gaze from her sister’s pussy. Memories flooded back to her at the sight. She remembered the first time they had eaten each other’s pussies. Oddly, she could not recall the last time, but she knew she was sixteen then and Daphne was fourteen. Daphne’s bush was fuller then. Yes, she thought, I remember many things.

She remembered the time they skipped school just to have a full day together when they were 14 and 12.

The times they would finger each other in the back seat of the car, a blanket covering their laps, when they were on long, boring trips with their parents.

The times they would sneak into each other’s room in the middle of the night to relieve what they jokingly called “the hornies” because…

Because it was more fun to do it with each other than alone. Much more.

And Donna especially remembered the time Daphne had the Sheffield twins over for the night and she had lain in her bed, masturbating to numerous orgasms as she listened to her sister make love with them, all the while wishing she hadn’t ended the fun between them while trying to convince herself that wasn’t why she was masturbating. Trying to tell herself it was just the idea of sex in the next room.

Donna faced it now. She had missed their times together. Sure, she had discovered sex with boys, but she missed the delicate sex she had with her sister. She missed how they both knew exactly what to do to give the other the best orgasms. She missed how they could count on each other.

Donna suddenly realized that she was indeed jealous of her daughters. They not only were able to have sex with her sister long after she had forced herself to refrain from the same thing, but they also had each other and seemed not only happy for it to continue, but also insistent that it be allowed to go on.

She looked over at Carolyn and Candace. She loved them more than life itself. She could see they were extremely turned on from watching their aunt pleasure herself. She chuckled inwardly as she thought to herself, They have a bad case of the hornies.

Then she looked at her sister. Her hand was moving quickly over her mound. The sound of her fingers wetly caressing her center — the clit she once loved to kiss, suck, lick, and nibble — seemed like an invitation.

“You know you loved it,” said Daphne, temporarily interrupting the image that had begun to grow in Donna’s mind, an image of herself between her sister’s thighs, licking and sucking her pussy.

Before she realized what she was doing, Donna stood up and closed the short distance between her and the offered mound with its hard nub of flesh seeming to draw her the way the flame draws moths. She forgot about her daughters, who were watching all this as if they were in a sexual trance. Getting down on all fours, Donna moved into place.

Carolyn and Candace watched as their mother knelt in front of their aunt and placed her face no more than an inch from the soaked pussy. They watched as Donna breathed in the aromas that were rising from Daphne’s slit. Then Donna leaned forward as their aunt spoke.

“Please, Donna. Do me again. Please?”

Daphne’s head thrust back as her sister made contact with her clit. She could feel the familiar mouth slathering saliva on her mound. She felt Donna’s tongue mixing that saliva with the juices that were flowing from her vagina to coat the sensitive flesh.

Daphne looked over to see what her nieces were doing as their mother began to make oral love to her own sister. She knew they would be okay with this. After all, they loved to do this same thing with each other.

It was Daphne’s intention to have them do this with their mother as well.

She signaled to them to move to her and remove their clothes. They complied. Forgotten was the misery of having their old secret discovered. Now, their pussies were leaking fluids to moisten and lubricate their slits.

Daphne reached out and started to finger the two girls’ pussies. “You are both so wet,” she said to them, prompting their mother to look at what was happening.

Donna considered stopping this for just a brief second. Ending it once again. Then she realized to do so would be denying her daughters and herself what they all really wanted. Smiling into her sister’s pussy, Donna decided to allow it to happen, whatever it was.

She continued licking her younger sister and tried to remember everything they had done as children and teenagers. She chastised herself for thinking they needed to grow up and stop their incestuous relationship. She realized now that this had caused both of them to miss out on some wonderful times together.

Donna then felt her own clothing being removed. Her daughters were no longer having their pussies caressed by their aunt. They were busy taking off her clothes, stripping her naked for everyone to enjoy.

Everyone. That word meant her daughters would enjoy her.

And she would enjoy them. She shuddered involuntarily with the thrill the image caused.

Now she knew what it was. And she decided to follow her instincts and allow it to happen. She knew then that by the end of this little orgy, she would taste her daughters, and they would taste her.

Strangely, this had a quieting effect on Donna. The realization that she wanted this to happen allowed an enormous weight to be lifted from her shoulders.

The quieting effect, however, was confined to her conscience. It did not extend to her pussy, which was burning with desire. Her need was anything but quieted.

Soon, her daughters had her clothes off. She was totally naked in front of them for the first time in many years. Her girls were on either side of her, and she felt a hand from each of them move to her breasts and begin playfully tweaking her nipples and squeezing her boobs. She felt their other hands move to caress her butt and pussy, touching her butthole playfully and massaging her labia and clit. She realized they had done this exact thing with her sister before. She would have to compliment Daphne on her teaching skills.

Eager hands explored her most sensitive areas down there. Paul did not like asshole play, but apparently her daughters did. She recalled loving how her sister would play with her butt, tickling and sometimes entering her small rosebud to finger that sensitive area. Now she felt one of her daughters, probably Carolyn, moving to where she could get her mouth on her mother’s pussy.

She felt the first contact of her daughter’s lips on her own more sensitive ones. Felt the tongue slide into the crevice created by her inner labia to massage her swollen clit.

And at that moment, she came.

She spasmed and rocked, all while doing her best to maintain contact with Daphne’s pussy. Then Daphne was coming. Her hips rose from the cushion of the chair and she grunted out her orgasm, combining her voice with the grunts and moans coming from Donna.

Donna realized that now two heads were down at her pussy, and both her daughters were licking her. Their heads were apparently jammed together to allow them to tongue her simultaneously. She could feel the tongues abandon her pussy once her orgasm had subsided. When they didn’t return, she turned her head to look behind her.

Carolyn and Candace were kissing. Their tongues intertwining, dancing a tango of erotic touches. Now each girl had a hand at the other’s pussy, rubbing, massaging, fingering.

“Aren’t they beautiful?” Daphne asked, moving to where she could put her arms around her sister from her sitting position.

“Gorgeous,” Donna answered. She looked at her sister and smiled. “I suppose I should thank you.”

“You already did. I’ve missed this with you. And now you have two other sisters for you to bring up and allow to be who they are.”

“They’ll always be like this, won’t they? Always be lovers as well as sisters,” Donna said, struck again by the beauty of her daughters in such an intimate and erotic embrace.

“As long as one of them doesn’t take a stupid pill and decide they have to stop,” Daphne answered with a grin.

“We’ll make sure that never happens,” said Donna and was struck by the number of years she had wasted being an “adult,” as if being an adult disallowed having sexual fun with whomever she truly wanted, regardless of the connection between the lovers.

Donna now moved to her daughters and coaxed them to lie down on the carpeted floor. Removing two sofa pillows from the couch, she had each girl place her ass on the pillows for comfort and some slight elevation from the floor to allow easier access.

She started with Carolyn, moving to her pussy and breathing in the aromas from her center.

She felt Daphne moving to where she could lick and suck Candace’s pussy.

“We’ll trade off,” Daphne said. “No way am I leaving this stunningly beautiful pussy to lie there and wait for you. Isn’t her hairless pussy stunningly beautiful, Donna?”

“Yes, it is.”

“It’s delicious, too,” Daphne added.

With that, the two women moved their mouths to the young sisters’ mounds. Donna had the first taste of her older daughter while Daphne enjoyed Candace’s well-known flavors.

The girls squirmed at the contact and leaned in to kiss each other while being licked below. Candace moved one hand to her sister’s boobs and began to play with them as well, increasing the enjoyment for her sister. The sister she loved more than anyone else in the world.

Donna relished this moment, tasting her daughter’s nectar for the first time. It certainly would not be the last time, however. She loved exploring the folds that seemed to hide small gardens of pleasure for both herself and Carolyn. She licked every crevice, nibbled the tender flesh. In other words, she made passionate oral love to her.

After a few minutes, though, Donna could stand it no longer. She had to find out what it felt and tasted like to lick Candace’s hairless pussy. She sat up and tapped Daphne, indicating she wanted to trade partners now.

She moved to Candace and looked down at the bare pussy. She was a bright pink inside her slit. Donna could see the small button of her clit as it rose from beneath the clitoral hood. She saw that the little girl was wet with both her own juices and her aunt’s saliva.

Moving closer still, she breathed in the subtle scent. Then, while doing her best to seer the image and memory of this first act into her mind the way she had with Carolyn, Donna placed her mouth on her daughter’s sex, loving the feel of the hairless, fleshy lips, and began to do her best to give her little one an orgasm.

Within moments, each woman knew the girls were getting very close to coming. Then, in the breath of a heartbeat, the younger sisters began to buck and grunt as their orgasms filled them with pleasure and satisfaction.

Carolyn shuddered as the orgasm spread throughout her body, belting out a series of “Oh Gods” and “Fucks” into the living room, not caring that her mother heard.

Candace spasmed and sounded a high-pitched squealing that echoed off the walls. She bucked and squirmed as her mother brought her to the first orgasm she would ever give her.

The women and girls formed a daisy chain after this and swapped partners several times until they had had their fill of orgasms for that day. Each girl had been able to lick their mother into orgasm, and each woman had enjoyed giving the young girls intense pleasure. Carolyn and Candace also ended up at one point in a sixty-nine while their mother and aunt watched.

They lost count of the orgasms.

Now lying in a heap of beautiful female flesh, Carolyn decided it wasn’t a bad idea to let her mom know about Becca.

“I can’t wait for Becca to spend the night again,” she said. “You want to lick her too, Mom? I know she’d love it.”

“You mean you and Becca have sex too?” Donna asked, no longer angry about such things, just surprised.

“She was here yesterday when Aunt Daphne showed up,” Carolyn answered.

“Oh, God, Donna. She’s marvelous in bed!” Daphne said.

“I can’t wait then,” said Donna. “Your dad has to be out of town from Tuesday through Friday of this week. Maybe you could have her over one of those nights?”

“Tuesday,” said Candace. “The sooner the better.”

The woman and girls all laughed at that. After a few minutes, they decided it was time to get cleaned up before they got caught lying naked on the living room carpet.

Donna and Daphne shared a goodbye kiss while the younger girls looked on.

What had seemed tragic had become a blessing instead.

Continue on to Chapter 20

 

The Joy of Looking, Chapter 88

  • Posted on January 3, 2016 at 3:26 pm

By Naughty Mommy

My sister Kate and I were seated on the bed in the master bedroom of our cabin, leaning against the headboard. Between us was our teenage friend, Sage. The three of us had just finished masturbating as we watched a lesbian porno DVD.

“Wow,” Sage panted, licking her fingers, “that was nice.”

“Have you ever done that before?” I asked. “Jilled off with another girl?”

“Yeah,” she grinned, “a couple times. But, you guys, like, you said you do this with your mom too? I mean, you said you watch porn with her? And, um, you know…”

“Uh-huh,” I told her, “we masturbate with her — a lot, don’t we, Kate?”

“Fuck yeah,” my sister nodded, holding a hand up in front of her face. It was gooey with her juices.

Just then we heard a door closing downstairs. The adults had come in from outside. It was time for part two of my diabolical plan.

I slid off the bed, zipping up my shorts. “So, uh, I have an idea. Come with me, okay, you guys?”

By this time, Sage seemed ready to go along with whatever I suggested. “Okay,” she nodded eagerly, closing the laptop and setting the tray aside. Any hesitation she might have had earlier about following a younger kid had vanished.

I took her and Kate out onto the balcony and then down the outside stairs and quietly into the kitchen, the same as I’d done the night before with my sister. I held a finger to my lips, telling them to be silent. Tiptoeing over to the swinging door that led to the living/dining area, I pushed it open a crack.

The three women were sitting on the sofa, with Loretta in the middle. My mother was kind of petting Loretta’s hair. “So, you were saying in college you experimented with girls, right?”

“Uh-huh,” the woman smiled, “I think just about everybody does, don’t they?”

“I know I did,” my mother agreed.

Dana giggled. “Not me. I didn’t go to college. But I experimented in high school, and before high school.”

“Before?” Loretta asked.

“Yeah, starting when I was like 12. With both boys and girls for a while. But after a while only girls. At least ever since Chelsea was born, anyway.”

“And how about after college?” Mommy asked Loretta. “Have you done any more experimenting since then?”

“Oh, uh, well, yeah, I have. I guess you could say I’m pretty much bisexual. Maybe even, uh, maybe leaning more towards lesbian, in fact.”

“Oh my god…” Sage whispered. She was standing very close to me. I could feel her breath, warm on my cheek. Kate was crouching down too, peeking through the door with us but at waist level. Apparently it was news to Sage that her mother had sex with women. I smiled at her and she smiled back.

“You know, you’re very attractive,” my mom continued. Her hand was on Loretta’s shoulder, gently massaging. She leaned in and kissed the woman’s neck. I could tell that Dana was moving in too, from the other side, although we couldn’t see what she was doing. Loretta moaned.

My mother put a finger under Loretta’s chin, turning her head so they faced each other. She kissed her mouth.

“Oh my god…” Sage whispered again. I glanced down and saw that she had a hand between her legs, fingers pressing in on her crotch through her jeans. This was going even better than I’d hoped.

As my mom and Loretta completed a series of tender kisses, Dana pounced. She straddled the older woman, taking her face in both hands, kissing her wetly. Loretta eagerly returned the kiss, wrapping her arms around Dana’s taut body, pulling them together, tongues teasing.

But when the long kiss ended and Dana began groping at Loretta’s large breasts through her shirt, the brunette said, “No, wait, we can’t!”

“Why not?” asked my mother.

“Well, because, what about the kids?” Loretta nodded toward the loft railing at the top of the stairs, and the bedroom doors.

“What about them?” Mommy chuckled. “They’re probably having their own kind of fun up there.”

“What do you mean?”

“Now, come on, babe, think back to when you were 15 years old, like Sage, or even 12 or 11… I’m sure you were curious about sex at that age. All kids naturally are.”

“I know, but —”

“You went on sleepovers, or backyard campouts, right? Don’t you remember that? A pair of young horny curious girls in a tent, probably in the same sleeping bag, talking and kissing and touching… I know I did that kind of thing, didn’t you, Dana?”

“Sure, of course I did. Lots of times.”

Dana had taken her own shirt off. She wasn’t wearing a bra. Her small, almost child-like breasts were exposed, pert nipples stiff. Loretta stared at them, licking her lips. Her lovely face was flushed and shiny with sweat. She was obviously very aroused.

“I’m sure you must have too, Loretta,” my mother said. “You can’t deny it.”

“Well, I mean, maybe, but —”

Mommy laughed. “If I know my girls, they’re up there right now kissing Sage, and maybe doing a lot more than that with her.”

Beside me, Sage stifled a giggle.

“Wow,” sighed her mother. Then she shook her head. “But still, even if they are, and I, you know, I guess it’s all right, like you said, it’s natural to be curious. But that still doesn’t mean…”

Dana was unbuttoning Loretta’s shirt as the woman spoke. She put her hands inside, squeezing the tempting breasts through her bra, and then kissed her again, smothering any further objections.

As she stood and began removing her light summer dress, my mom said, “I’ve always encouraged my daughters to explore their sexuality.” She unhooked her bra and set it aside. “And I don’t hide my own sexuality from them either.” She stepped out of her panties. “I allow them to watch me having sex. They really enjoy it.” She was nude, her luscious body on display. “They love to watch.”

That was my cue. Although my mother didn’t realize we were eavesdropping from the kitchen until I told her about it later, what she said had planted the seed. It was exactly what I wanted Sage to hear.

I eased away from the door, taking the teen by the hand, and led her outside again, along with my sister. We crept back up the stairs as quietly as we could.

In the bedroom, I sat on the bed and tugged off my shoes, grinning. “You heard what she said, right? My mom likes us to watch. It turns her on.”

“What?” Sage blinked.

She wasn’t exactly swift — but then this was a pretty unorthodox concept, to say the least!

Standing up, I pulled my t-shirt off over my head. I wasn’t wearing a bra either. Unconsciously, Sage copied her mother’s actions, licking her lips as she stared at my small breasts.

Following my lead, Kate was getting naked as well. I said to Sage, “Take off your clothes. We’re gonna go watch them have sex.”

“What? But…”

Then she suddenly seemed to make a decision. It was like a coin being dropped into a machine, activating it. “Fuck yeah,” she said, “that’s hot!”

I pushed down my jeans and my panties, all in a bunch. I was nude. Kate was too. Together, we watched Sage undress.

She had sort of a thick body, not slim like her mom’s, but very curvy. Her breasts were big and round and didn’t sag at all. The areola were huge. Along with the piercing in her eyebrow, Sage had a small tattoo of birds in flight on the inside of one arm. There was another tattoo on the small of her back, a curlicue design just above her butt. Her pussy was shaved, but we could see a lot of stubble. If she allowed it to grow, the girl would have a wide, full bush.

Kate pointed at Sage’s crotch. “Does your mom shave too?”

“Oh, uh, I don’t know,” the teenager blushed. “I mean, you know, I’ve never seen her, like, down there, or anything.”

“You will tonight,” Kate laughed.

“Yeah, I guess I will,” she swallowed. Her eyes were wide, shining with excitement. “But, like, are we really gonna do this? Watch them and stuff?”

“Of course we are,” I told her. “We’re gonna watch them, and we’re gonna masturbate while they watch us. That’s what our mom likes us to do.”

“Masturbate, are you kidding me? What kind of freaky family are you guys?”

I stepped close to Sage. She was a couple of inches taller than I was. I looked up at her, took her face in my hands, and brought my lips almost to hers. But I didn’t kiss her. I said, “We’re a family that loves hot sex, lesbian sex, girls and women fucking each other. We love watching it, and we love doing it, all of us together.”

Sage was silent for a moment. I could see her thinking. I could practically hear her heart pounding. Finally she just said, “All…?”

“That’s right,” I nodded. “Molly too, and Chelsea. I’ll tell you about that later, though. Right now let’s go do this.”

I kissed her once on the lips, then stepped away and moved to the bedroom door. Silently opening it, I went out onto the narrow loft that looked down into the living area. Kate was right behind me. Sage followed more slowly.

Standing at the railing, we had an excellent view of the action, although the women were still just getting started. Loretta’s shirt and bra were off. She had her jeans on, but they were open. We could see the top of her black panties. Our mother was nude, of course. She and Loretta were kissing, using a lot of tongue. Dana was wearing nothing but a pair of hot pink boy shorts. She was curled up against Loretta on the sofa, nuzzling her neck and fondling her breasts. As we watched, Dana’s lips eased down across Loretta’s chest, trailing kisses, until she found an erect nipple and sucked it into her mouth.

“Oh my god…” I heard Sage whisper.

I glanced over at her. She had a hand between her plump labia, rubbing herself. Her other hand was holding a large breast, squeezing it and twisting the nipple. Between us, Kate was masturbating too, both hands working fast between her slim legs. I hadn’t needed to encourage them at all, they just started on their own. That made me smile. I licked my fingers and began teasing my own clit as I returned my attention to the scene below.

My mom was gradually shifting Loretta around, helping her lie on her back on the sofa. Dana was kissing the woman’s mouth now, fingers toying with the wet nipple she’d just been sucking. Mommy tugged on Loretta’s jeans, pulling them down over her hips and then all the way off. The way the sofa was positioned, Loretta was angled away from our view, but Mommy was facing nearly in our direction. As she set the jeans aside, she looked up and saw us.

Sage gasped. She was visibly trembling. I worried that she might panic and run into the bedroom, maybe grab her clothes and leave altogether. But when she saw the way our mother was smiling and nodding at us, that seemed to relax the teenager. She’d stopped masturbating, though, her hands gripping the railing.

Mommy’s gaze went slowly from Sage to Kate to me, and then back to Sage. She nodded again. I saw Sage take a deep breath. She looked very nervous. But then she gave a tentative smile, licked her lips, and put her hand back between her legs. She was rewarded with a wink from our mom.

Loretta hadn’t noticed any of this. Not only was she facing the other way, but she also was preoccupied with Dana kissing her mouth and fondling her breasts. When Mommy began stroking the woman’s pussy through her black panties, we heard Loretta moan rather loudly.

“Yes, yes,” whispered Sage. Looking over at her again, I saw that the girl’s fingers were shiny with her juices. She was very wet.

Dana was saying something to Loretta, but we couldn’t tell what it was. They were speaking too softly. What we observed, however, was Dana straightening up to slip her boy shorts down and step out of them. She was nude.

Loretta caressed the young woman’s slender thigh, her hand moving up to squeeze a small, tight buttock. From our vantage point, Dana really did look like a girl, a pre-teen. It was easy to imagine that the older woman was about to make love with a 12-year-old. I wondered if that was going through Loretta’s mind too.

In any case, we watched Dana climb onto the sofa, straddling Loretta and lowering her shaved pussy to the brunette’s mouth.

“Oh my god,” Sage breathed. Her fingers were moving very fast, making a wet slushy sound between her swollen labia. I could smell her excitement.

Kate looked briefly at Sage, and then at me. She grinned. We both were masturbating too, of course, but neither of us were as close to an orgasm as Sage appeared to be.

Meanwhile, Mommy had removed Loretta’s panties and was crouching between her legs, preparing to lick her. We could see her spreading the labia with her fingers. But just before putting her mouth on the woman’s pussy, she glanced up at us again, smiling broadly. Making eye contact with Sage, she licked her lips very lewdly, and then stuck her tongue deep inside Loretta’s cunt.

That was all it took for Sage. She climaxed, one hand on the railing, the other clamped between her legs, her body shuddering in repeated spasms.

Although Sage didn’t exactly say anything, her grunts and groans were loud enough to catch Dana’s attention. She looked up and saw us there for the first time, three young voyeurs, naked girls masturbating as they spied on their moms.

Dana giggled, then turned her attention back to Loretta. Knowing she was being watched seemed to inspire her. She held Loretta’s head tightly in her hands, riding her face, moving faster now, grinding her pussy into the older woman’s mouth.

It didn’t take long. Within maybe half a minute, Dana was coming on top of Loretta. And that’s when Kate came too, squealing in ecstasy as she fucked herself with her finger. I thought Loretta might hear my sister’s shrill cry — but with Dana’s wet crotch covering her face, I guess she couldn’t hear much at all.

Dana’s climax seemed to last forever. Sage had finished a minute or two before, and Katie’s orgasm was ending, but Dana just kept coming in Loretta’s mouth. Each time I thought she was almost done, she rode the woman’s tongue a little more and then shivered and shook with another wave of passion.

Finally Dana slid down off Loretta and slumped to the floor. She was facing toward us, her slim legs spread wide apart. Both hands were clutched tightly over her vulva, squeezing and sometimes jiggling. I realized then that Dana was still coming, stimulating her clit and her cunt to extend the orgasm, stretch it out, or maybe to experience a long series of orgasms. Anyway, it was very hot.

I still hadn’t come yet, at least not since we were enjoying the porn DVD, but I was kind of waiting. I didn’t want to miss that electric moment when Loretta discovered that we were up there watching her with these women. For the time being, though, Loretta was too busy having her pussy eaten to notice anything else.

Now that Dana was off her face, Loretta pushed herself up on her elbows so she could look down at our mom, watch what she was doing. Mommy’s mouth was fastened over the woman’s cunt, sucking, licking, nibbling. I had no idea whether Loretta could come easily or not, but I knew that if my mom — or anyone — was doing that with me, I sure wouldn’t last very long.

Perhaps she needed an extra push. Mommy seemed to think so, anyway. She raised her head, smiling at Loretta. Even from up where we were, we could see that our mother’s lips and cheeks were covered with creamy juices. Maybe Loretta wasn’t ready to come yet, but she sure was wet!

“Fuck yeah…” Sage whispered. She was masturbating again.

Looking into Loretta’s eyes, Mommy said, “Tell me what you want.”

“What?”

“I want to hear you say it. Tell me what you want me to do with you.”

“Oh, uh, I… I want you to, um, lick me.”

Mommy gave the woman a nice long lick, from her asshole up to her clit, and then said, “Uh-huh, and what else?”

“Suck… uh, suck my clit… make me come.”

With a sly grin, Mommy kissed Loretta’s clit a couple of times, but didn’t suck it, not yet. She said, “What about my fingers? Should I do something with my fingers?”

“Yeah, uh, put… I mean, I want you to fuck my… fuck my pussy with your fingers.”

Apparently Loretta wasn’t used to this kind of dirty talk. She seemed hesitant about it.

“You want me to fuck you with my fingers while I suck your clit and make you come? Is that what you want?” Mommy asked.

“Uh-huh.”

Just then I heard a door open behind us. Turning around, I saw Chelsea and Molly, my little sisters. Chelsea was in a tiny blue crop top and nothing else. Molly wore only a tight white t-shirt. Their smooth hairless pussies were exposed. Must have been some fun games they were playing in there!

I signaled the girls to come closer but held a finger to my lips, asking them to be quiet. As they approached, I whispered, “Take off your shirts.”

“Okay,” they whispered in reply, and a moment later both were naked. They came up to the railing, standing beside me, peering over. Now there were five nude voyeurs.

As I looked down below once more, I saw that Dana’s orgasm was finally complete. She was licking her fingers, gazing up at us, displaying that dazzling smile I loved. Mommy spotted Molly and Chelsea too. She grinned at them, but only for a moment. Loretta must not have caught that fleeting look, or perhaps her eyes were closed, it was hard to tell from where we were. But it was easy to see that our mother was fucking her with her finger, at least one finger and maybe more, while she kissed and licked and sucked her clit.

Loretta was breathing faster, moaning loudly. Sage was masturbating again. Kate was too, and I still was. My fingers moved quickly between my legs. I was getting close.

In between kisses and licks, Mommy said, “Tell me what you want. I love hearing you say it.”

“What — I —” Loretta gasped. She seemed almost on the edge.

“Tell me again,” our mother insisted. “Talk dirty to me.”

“Okay… uh, eat me,” the woman groaned, “lick my pussy.”

“Louder!”

“Goddamn, Suzanne, you’re just so dirty, so fucking hot.”

“Tell me what you want!”

“Fuck me!” Loretta cried. “Fuck my cunt! Eat my pussy! Make me come!”

I don’t know if she’d forgotten about the kids being in the cabin, or if she simply didn’t care any more. Anyway, now she was screaming out her desires. That was almost enough to put me over the top. But I still wanted to wait, just a little longer, until —

“Oooohh!! OHHH!!!” Sage was climaxing again. Her face was contorted, her eyes tightly shut. She leaned against the railing, both hands clenched between her legs.

Loretta heard the loud noise. She turned her head, looking up, seeing us. Her eyes went wide. She stared at her daughter, at Kate, at me, and then at the little girls.

“Tell me what you want!” Mommy demanded, fingers plunging in and out of the woman’s juicy cunt. “Say it!”

Loretta’s mouth hung open. It was a moment that could have gone either way. She might have felt revolted, jumped to her feet and stormed out. But that didn’t happen.

A couple of seconds passed…

… then she growled, “Fuck my cunt! Fuck my cunt!! Make me c—” and exploded into orgasm.

I came at the same time as Loretta, and so did Kate. Sage was already finished, so she was able to watch her mom reach climax. I didn’t actually see that, of course, because I was too busy coming myself, but Sage told me about it later, how unbelievably exciting it was.

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The Secret Society of the Pussycats Club, Chapter 18

  • Posted on January 1, 2016 at 7:56 pm

By Cheryl Taggert

For assistance in keeping up with all the characters, you can go here.

The next day was Saturday, and that meant morning chores at the Shea household. Candace had finished cleaning the girls’ bathroom and was reading a book. Carolyn was supposed to be cleaning her own room, but had gotten sidetracked looking at her secret Twitter page.

The girls’ mother, Donna, was downstairs, finishing some of her own chores.

“Carolyn?” Donna Shea called to her daughter from the kitchen, where she was cleaning out the fridge. There was no answer, so she called out again, a bit louder.

Carolyn had heard the first call and started downstairs, arriving in the kitchen just as her mother called her again.

“Yes, Mom?” Carolyn said.

“Would you mind going to the store for me? I need some more soy sauce for tonight’s dinner, and there are a few other things we need.”

“Sure. Can I take Candace?”

Donna loved that her daughters were so close. They rarely fought and Donna wondered if it was the age difference that helped them get along so well, since they weren’t in competition for boys and such. Donna knew Carolyn would die for her little sister, and that Candace would do the same.

“Sure, if she’s finished cleaning your bathroom,” Donna said.

“She is. She’s in her room reading.”

“Okay, take her with you. There’s a list of things we need on the counter.”

Minutes later when the girls were gone, Donna finished up in the kitchen, then went upstairs to see how far the girls had gotten with their chores. Carolyn was good about doing everything asked of her, but Candace sometimes missed some things.

Therefore, she was surprised when she found that this time Candace had been thorough while Carolyn had not stripped the sheets from her bed to be washed.

Sighing, she went to the bed and began completing the chore since she needed to finish the laundry.

As she pulled the sheets from the bed, she noticed something. It was a fragrance she recognized immediately. Two fragrances, really.

The first scent that caught her attention was the expensive perfume her sister Daphne used. She was puzzled. Had she given some to Carolyn? Donna had never smelled it on her daughter, and Carolyn wasn’t much into perfumes anyway. It was a very distinctive aroma, and she doubted Daphne would share any of it with Carolyn anyway because it cost so much. Daphne wouldn’t even let Donna use any of it.

So what was Daphne’s perfume doing on Carolyn’s bed sheets?

The other aroma was normal vaginal odor. She was aware her older daughter masturbated, though they’d never discussed it before. She just assumed that by age seventeen, Carolyn was masturbating.

Puzzled about finding these two smells together in Carolyn’s bed, she continued removing the sheets. Then she saw it. One of Daphne’s earrings. She recognized it immediately as Daphne’s since Donna herself had given the pair to her as a Christmas present.

Along with the smell of the perfume, there was only one conclusion left: Daphne had been in Carolyn’s bed. She doubted seriously that Daphne would lend Carolyn both the perfume and the earrings. Now she had to wonder something else as well. Were these pussy odors Daphne’s or Carolyn’s? Or were they both? When she and Daphne were kids, they had fooled around some, as she assumed most sisters near each other’s age did, unlike those far apart in age like Carolyn and Candace. Still, the question nagged at her. Was Daphne having sex with Carolyn?

Donna stood there a moment, considering what this could mean, and the idea forming in her mind was not a pleasant one. She knew Daphne was rather wild when she was younger. Hell, she’d been a bit wild herself. She also knew that Daphne was still a risk-taker. She was someone who would try anything once, and repeat it often if she liked the experience.

In fact, when Donna had moved on to sex with boys, Daphne had continued having sex with some of her girlfriends — in addition to the many boys she dated. Donna would be ashamed to admit it, but she’d overheard her sister with a friend or two when Daphne had some of her more adventuresome girlfriends spend the night when they were teenagers. She sometimes masturbated to the muted but erotic sounds of the girls having lesbian sex in her sister’s bedroom, which was next to her own. She attributed her horniness to the mere fact of sex taking place in the next room, not any lingering desire to have sex with another girl, especially not her sister.

Now she had to wonder about her sister and daughter. She asked herself the question again. Was Daphne having sex with Carolyn? Her own niece? No, she told herself. It couldn’t be. That’s incest.

Then she realized it wasn’t as close as two sisters having sex together. Daphne had not seemed to have any problems with incest when they were growing up. Donna suddenly recalled that two of Daphne’s favorite sleepover friends were sisters, twins in fact.

But certainly, Daphne was no longer fine with the idea of incest. She was thirty-four now. An adult. There was no way she was having sex with her seventeen-year-old niece…was there?

Donna was suddenly very dizzy and sat on the bed. She felt surrounded by the scent of pussy. And that’s when she saw the barrette. It was a small, rainbow-colored hair barrette that belonged to Candace. Of course, it could have fallen off when Candace was simply lying in her sister’s bed and chatting, but what if it hadn’t?

“No,” she told herself aloud. Her little ten year old couldn’t have been having sex. Not with her older sister, and not with her aunt. That barrette had to be some sort of coincidence.

Still, there was a strong scent of pussy in the bed, which indicated there hadn’t been ample time for the fragrance to dissipate. And that meant this had to have happened yesterday while she and Paul were at work. If nothing else, assuming her sister and daughter had engaged in lesbian sex, Candace had been home at the time. They both said they had hung around the house all day yesterday when Donna had gotten home and asked the typical, “So what did you do today?”

Now she thought back to that question, and she realized the girls had exchanged a look when they answered. She remembered wondering what the secret was, but did not want to invade their privacy by prying. All sisters shared secrets, especially ones as close as Carolyn and Candace. Dear God! Was THIS the secret?! That Carolyn had engaged in lesbian sex with her own aunt?

She wasn’t sure what to do. Should she confront Carolyn? Both of her daughters? Or should she call Daphne to inform her she was going to jail?

Getting up her nerve, Donna took out her phone and was about call Daphne, when a thought occurred to her.

If Daphne went to jail, Carolyn would too. She was seventeen, and if it turned out that Candace was involved, Carolyn could go to jail as well, or at least to a reformatory for girls.

The police — and the press — would not be able to turn their back on that little nugget. As much as society liked to think they were shocked and disgusted with such behavior, the press was well aware that pedophilia like this sold papers and got viewers to tune in on news shows.

The press would see these details as money in the bank. An attractive thirty-four-year-old woman having sex with her own, equally attractive niece, who was only seventeen? It was like the purest form of gold to the media vultures.

And the police would arrest Carolyn as well if Candace was also involved. Even if she weren’t, allowing a child her age to be aware of her aunt and sister having sex was contributing to the delinquency of a minor. If nothing else, the story would get out, and their lives would be in shambles.

Also, Daphne would certainly discuss their own past as an attempt to explain this behavior, and if that got out, even though it had been when they were both minors, the news would destroy Donna’s life.

She realized she would never be able to call the police about this. And she certainly couldn’t tell Paul. He’d go berserk.

There was a chance there was an explanation that didn’t involve sex, but she doubted it. The smell of sex was too strong. They had made love with each other there.

She decided what she would have to do would be to handle this herself.

She sat there on the mussed bed planning how to approach this problem until she heard her daughters’ return. They were laughing about something or other as they came in the door.

No wonder they got along so well, Donna thought before calling for them both.

“Girls! Come upstairs to Carolyn’s room when you finish putting the groceries away!” She did her best not to sound angry and felt she succeeded. For some reason she didn’t want them to know there was a problem before being asked about what had happened in Carolyn’s bed with their aunt.

Donna sat on the reeking bed, trying to get a hold of herself. If the girls indicated her suspicions were correct, she’d call Daphne and get her over there — then try to refrain from killing her.

She heard them chatting together as they came up the stairs.

“What’s up?” Carolyn asked cheerfully, her smile as radiant as her sister’s.

Then the girls saw the look on their mother’s face, and realized this couldn’t be good. Their smiles faded slowly as they wondered what indeed could be “up.”

“Have a seat,” Donna said, indicating the bed, her voice shaking.

Once they sat on the bed, Carolyn had a sudden suspicion of what this might be about. Her sheets smelled strongly of pussy. It was obvious someone had had sex there. She hadn’t noticed it earlier because she’d been in her room and gotten so used to the smell it hadn’t registered. Now, however, after coming in from the outdoors, the smell was obvious. Apparently, the airing out of her room hadn’t been enough to dispel the aromas that hung over her bed. She waited for her mother to speak, just in case that wasn’t what it was about.

Then she smelled Daphne’s perfume. She tried to make up a plausible lie in the seconds of silence that seemed to stretch forever while contracting to nothing.

Donna looked at Carolyn. She had thought of talking to her older daughter alone first, but knew that Candace was at least aware of what had happened in this bed the day before, based on their response to her question of what they’d done all day and the look they had exchanged.

“Do you smell it?” Donna asked them.

At first, Carolyn tried to play dumb, hoping beyond hope that her mother meant something else. “Smell what?”

“Don’t play games with me, Carolyn. This bed reeks of vaginal fluids.”

Maybe she doesn’t smell the perfume, Carolyn thought before saying, “Well, Mom, I am a girl you know.”

This response made Donna angry. “Yes, Carolyn, I know you’re a girl, but this level of odor strongly indicates someone had sex in this bed!”

Carolyn tried the one out she hoped might work. “Uh, Mom, you realize I am seventeen.”

“That doesn’t mean you have permission to have sex with anyone!”

“Mom…um…I was…alone?” She had said this as a question, trying to indicate to her mom she’d been masturbating and pretending she didn’t want to talk about it in front of Candace.

Were you, now?” Donna said, sarcasm dripping from her voice. Something about that set off alarms in both girls’ minds.

For her part, Candace wondered what her mom had on her since normally such a discussion would not happen with her in the room, much less sitting there in the same trouble. How could Mom know she’d been a part of this? Tears began to well in her eyes.

Finally, Carolyn felt Donna was waiting for her to answer. She decided it was time to know what the evidence was. She hoped her mom didn’t know anything about Becca’s involvement. “What do you mean?”

“You don’t smell the perfume?”

Oh, fuck, Carolyn thought. “Um…” she said because she didn’t know what else to say. She knew her mom would never believe Daphne had shared her expensive perfume with her. Besides, Mom knew she never wore perfume. At least it didn’t seem Mom knew about Becca.

“Yes, ‘um.’ So when exactly did Daphne drop by to take a nap in your bed, which is awfully weird since she has her own very nice one at her condo!”

Carolyn realized this was said to let her know there was no plausible explanation for how her aunt’s perfume got in her bed, other than the truth. Combined with the smell of pussy, it was as good as having a video of the entire encounter. This realization caused her to burst into tears.

“I’m sorry, Mom!” she sobbed.

Candace began to cry too. She didn’t know what her mom had that put her in the orgy in Carolyn’s room, but she knew it must make what happened obvious.

Donna turned her attention to Candace. “And you, young lady! How did this end up in your sister’s bed?” Donna held out her palm, showing the barrette.

Candace was too shocked about what had gone on the past few minutes to think of the plausible explanation that she’d been lying in her sister’s bed yesterday while chatting and it must have come off then. Her weeping turned immediately to sobs.

“I’m sorry, Mommy!”

“So it IS more than you knew your aunt and sister were having sex in here!” Donna accused.

At that moment, it occurred to Candace she could have easily lied, but it was too late now. She and her sister continued to sob.

Donna began to cry herself. She could have handled it more easily if only Carolyn was involved. But Candace? She was only ten! She didn’t even have pubic hair yet! And she was having sex with her sister and aunt? Her ADULT aunt?

Donna stood up and began pacing the room, her anger making her unable to continue sitting still.

“Why?!” she asked, mostly rhetorically. Then she stopped pacing and looked at Carolyn. “How did this happen? When did this start?”

“Can’t you ask Aunt Daphne that?” Carolyn cried. She didn’t want to tell her mom it had been going on since she was eight.

“I will, but I’m also asking you. When?!”

“Are you going to have her arrested? If you are, I’m not saying anything else!” Carolyn answered.

Donna calmed a bit, taking a deep breath. “No. I’m not having her arrested. I’m not going to tell anyone, not even your father. If Daphne were arrested, you would be too.”

Carolyn was confused by that. “Why would I get arrested?”

“Honey, you have had sex with your ten-year-old sister. They lock girls away for that.”

“Really?” Carolyn was shocked at this news. “But we’re just showing each other how much we love each other,” she said.

Ignoring this for the moment, Donna calmly repeated her question. “When did this start between the two of you and your aunt?”

“It started with just me first,” Carolyn said.

“Okay, when was that?” Donna asked.

Carolyn took a deep breath. As long as nobody was going to jail, she felt she could tell her mom the truth. “When I was eight.”

Donna’s knees grew weak and she nearly collapsed, but she managed to make it back to her seat on the bed. She felt as if her life was spiraling into some parallel universe. Eight!? This had been going on under her nose for nine years!?

“What did…I mean…well…how did she accomplish this…seduction…of a little eight-year-old girl?”

“She told me she could make me feel something good that adults could feel. I was curious.”

“Oh, my God!” Donna responded. “She forced herself on you?”

Carolyn grew defensive of her aunt. “It wasn’t like that. Not at all. She told me she would show me but only if I wanted her to. Even after we started doing it, she told me I could tell her to stop at any time and she wouldn’t be mad. She said what we did was all up to me.”

Donna looked at Candace. “What about you? How old were you when you started joining the fun?”

Candace looked at the floor. “Six,” was all she said, barely audible.

Donna thought she might have a heart attack. “Six!? You were just a baby!”

“She liked it,” said Carolyn. “I did it like Aunt Daphne did with me.”

Donna looked at Carolyn. “You mean you…? You’re the one who started it with your sister?”

“Don’t be mad. Please? We love it!” Carolyn said. “We’re not all warped psychologically, Mom. We just…well, we love sex. We love it with each other, and with our aunt. That will never change. We’re not going to go wild and start having sex with anyone and everyone we meet. It’s not like that. It’s just that, sexually, we’re adults. Even you’ve commented on how well-adjusted we are!”

Looking at Candace, Donna asked, “You mean, you’ve…had…um…you are able to…”

Carolyn interrupted her mother to answer the question she knew Donna was attempting to ask. “Yes, Mom. She’s had orgasms.”

Candace continued staring at the floor, crying softly. She blushed a deep red, embarrassed her mother knew the most intimate details of her life.

Donna was too stunned to reply. Finally, she said, “I’ve got to call Daphne.”

With that, she pulled out her phone again and punched the number for her sister. On the third ring, she answered.

“Hey sis, what’s up?” Her words echoed Carolyn’s earlier. It seemed to Donna that everything was up.

“You need to come over. Right now.”

“Oh? Is everything okay?” Daphne asked, concerned about the edge in her sister’s voice. What Donna answered was totally unexpected, however.

“Not really. You see, I know about you and my girls.”

“You…” Daphne didn’t know what to say. Her mind reeled with the question of how she knew. “What?”

“I know you’ve been having sex with my daughters. Your nieces.”

“But…how did…. How?” Daphne couldn’t finish the thought. She began to wonder if this would be her last day of freedom.

“Come over. We need to talk. And we need to talk before Paul even THINKS of coming home.”

Daphne began to cry. “Are you going to have me arrested?”

“No. We just need to talk.”

On the way to her sister’s home, Daphne calmed herself and managed to come up with a plan. It was unconventional to say the least, but she was desperate and hoped it would work. She gave her plan maybe a 10% chance of working, but it was worth a try.

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