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We were all on my mother’s bed, seven naked girls from age 13 down to age 7. Riley, the sexy, flirty 9-year-old blonde, giggled and wiped her mouth as she sat up. She and my sister Kate had just completed a hot session of making out. Now it would be someone else’s turn.
But then Riley noticed what I was doing. She saw my hand between my legs, stroking my clit.
“Wow,” she smiled. “I… I like doing that too, sometimes.”
“So do I,” said my younger sister Molly. “I like it a lot.”
“Me too!” added Chelsea.
Riley turned to them, eyes popping out as she discovered both Molly and Chelsea also masturbating.
“Wow,” she repeated. Then to Chelsea she said, “But, um, you’re only… I mean, how old are you?”
“I’m 7.”
“Omigod. I didn’t start doing it until, like, a few months ago. I was watching some older girls online, in this chat room, so I tried it. But, 7…”
“Yeah,” Chelsea said. “Molly taught me how. I’ve seen my mom doing it too, but —”
She stopped, apparently unsure if she should say more about something like that.
I decided to change the subject, thinking we weren’t quite prepared yet for the conversation to go in that direction. “So, um, who’s gonna kiss next, anyway?”
As I looked around at the other girls, I saw that Kate had begun masturbating too, a finger sliding up and down between her pussy lips. I smiled at her.
“Julie?” I heard.
I turned and found that it was Emily, her beautiful green eyes wide, questioning. “Do you want to, maybe, kiss me?”
“Do I? Heck yeah! In fact I’ve always wanted to,” I admitted. Apparently this was a night for confessions. It was almost as if we were playing Truth or Dare without even trying.
“Really?” Emily grinned. “You really want to kiss me? You’ve thought about it?”
“Oh my god, yes, a lot. Ever since I first met you. You’re just so pretty and everything.”
“Wow,” Riley chuckled, “this is getting hot.”
The young blonde was masturbating as well now, sitting on her knees with her legs spread wide, both hands massaging her hairless slit. “But are you guys just gonna talk about it?” she teased. “Or are you gonna kiss, so we can watch you?”
“No, we’ll kiss,” I giggled, scooting over on the bed toward Emily.
Then I noticed Samantha, sitting quietly by herself. “Except, um, why don’t we try it with three girls. Samantha, you too, okay? We can kind of go in turns.”
“In turns?” she asked.
“Yeah. First I’ll kiss you, then I’ll kiss Emily, then you kiss each other, okay? We’ll take turns.”
“Okay!”
The evening was developing into something I hadn’t expected. It was still fairly early, not even 10:00 yet according to the clock by my mother’s bed, so we had plenty of time and we could do whatever we wanted. But how far would we go?
It turned out we didn’t really go much further. I kissed Samantha for a while, which was really nice, and then I kissed Emily, which was even nicer. After that, I rubbed myself as I watched the two of them kiss. Meanwhile the other girls were masturbating too, although none of us reached climax.
I suppose it was because it was all so new, so many things taking place for the first time: girls kissing who hadn’t kissed each other before, and then masturbating in front of one another in such a big group. Or maybe it was because it was such a large group. If it had been only two or three girls together, perhaps something else would have happened.
Anyway, we did more kissing, going around, taking turns, and everybody played with themselves, but it never developed into more than that. I was hoping, of course, that we might actually have sex, but I didn’t want to push things if some of the others weren’t ready for it.
As had happened at Molly’s slumber party, the mutual kissing eventually turned into giggling and then just talking. We began sharing secrets, Riley telling us she had spied on her older sister, Alexa, watching her masturbate. Chelsea repeated that she had seen her mother masturbate, and Emily said she was pretty sure she’d heard her own mom doing that, though she hadn’t actually seen her. We talked about the various ways we each liked to masturbate, how old we were when we started, how often we did it and so on.
“Do you guys ever watch porn?” Kate asked at one point.
“I do,” Molly nodded. Kate and I already knew about that, obviously, since Molly often watched it together with us and our mother. But it may have been news to some of the others.
“Yeah, I do,” said Riley. “I like it.”
“Me too,” agreed Chelsea. I knew that when the little girl and her mom had sex they occasionally would put on one of the lesbian porn videos Dana had starred in when she was a teenager. That was super hot — but again I didn’t think it was time to reveal such things to Emily or Riley. I didn’t want to scare them off with our family’s perversity. However, I did decide to bring up another idea.
“You know, talking about spying,” I said to Riley, “I’ve done that too, a lot. I sometimes spy on my mom when she has sex with other women.”
That got everyone’s attention. My sisters knew all about my spying, of course, and had even done it with me, but still seemed startled by my open admission of it. And for Riley and Emily, this was a bombshell.
“Your mother?? Other women?? You watch??” Excited questions from the two 9-year-olds overlapped and replicated.
Giggling, I said, “Yeah, she does, she has sex with women. I’ve watched her. But you guys already knew that, right? I mean, you knew she was a lesbian, didn’t you? I thought everyone did.”
“Well, yeah, I guess,” said Riley with a frown, appearing deep in thought. It may be that for the first time she was actually realizing what that knowledge meant. She might have understood in principle that her friend Molly’s mom was a lesbian — but it was another thing to visualize it.
“Does she, I mean, like, you know… who…?” Emily stammered. She wanted to ask something but couldn’t quite articulate it.
“You mean, who does she do it with?” I asked her.
“Yeah,” the brunette nodded.
“Lots of different women. I’ve seen her lots of times.” I wasn’t going to name names. That would be a violation of privacy. I was already pushing the boundaries pretty far, anyway, by telling these girls about my mother’s promiscuity. But it was so much fun to see their reaction!
Riley said, “I think, um, my mom, I mean… I know she’s done that, had sex with other ladies. She got in trouble with my stepdad because of it. My soon-to-be ex-stepdad, that is.”
“Yeah, so I’ve heard,” I said.
“But, um,” Riley continued, “do you think, I mean, do you think maybe your mom and my mom, that they…?”
I shook my head. “No, at least I don’t think so. But maybe they will soon.” I actually knew for a fact that Paula and my mother hadn’t had sex yet, although I didn’t reveal that at this point.
“Soon?” Riley asked.
“Yeah, well, maybe even tonight,” I told her. And then I got to what I’d been building up to. “And, you know, if they come back here and do it downstairs in the family room, maybe we can watch them.”
“What?!!” The girl seemed flabbergasted.
“Sure, I mean, if you want to, we can. Or we could try anyway. But that’s if they come back here and do it in the family room. My mom likes doing it down there sometimes, on the sofa, but you never know.”
“Oh my god.” Riley put a hand to her mouth. Emily was wide-eyed too. The younger girls watched and listened with interest.
I carried on, nonchalantly. “It’s almost like my mom wants me to watch her, you know? For the past couple of years she’s been doing that a lot, going out at night and then bringing girls — I mean, um, women — back here and having sex with them on the sofa downstairs.”
“Oh my god,” said Riley again.
“So, like, if your mom does come inside later after they get back — and your mom too, Emily — and if something actually happens with them, would you guys maybe want to watch? Spy on them?”
“Oh my god.” Riley, usually verbose, appeared unable to say anything else.
“How ‘bout my mom?” piped up Samantha.
“What do you mean?” I asked.
“Does she do it with her? My mom and your mom?”
“No, I don’t think so,” I said. “But your mom and Dana — they do it, of course. They’re girlfriends now. You knew that, right?”
“Yeah,” Samantha nodded. “I haven’t ever seen ‘em, though, except just kissing and stuff. Can I watch, if she does it too? Tonight, here?”
“Sure, I guess so,” I shrugged, “although I wouldn’t be surprised if the two of them, your mom and Dana, go back to one of their apartments instead. They seem to like doing that.”
“Um, I think I would,” said Emily. “Like to watch ‘em, I mean. My mom and your mom, or whoever… except, is it safe? Would we get in trouble if they caught us?”
I shrugged. “I don’t think my mom would mind. Like I said, it’s almost like she wants me to watch her or something.”
Although I wasn’t telling the whole truth here, I wasn’t exactly lying, so my conscience felt clear. “And I don’t know,” I added, “but I get the feeling your mother wouldn’t mind it either. Or yours, Riley. I think they’d both like it.”
“Like it?” Emily asked.
“Yeah,” I said. “Some women really get off on that, having someone watch them or look at them. It turns ‘em on. I’ll bet both your moms would like it a lot.”
“Wow,” mused Riley, before lapsing back to another, “Oh my god…”
“Anyway,” I told them, “it’s getting pretty late. We should probably get in bed now and turn the lights off so when they get here they’ll think we’re asleep. Then, if they do do something, we can sneak out of our rooms and spy on them. Okay?”
Everyone agreed with this plan. We quickly started getting ready for bed amid lots of excited chatter about the prospect of seeing our mothers kissing and touching each other, possibly even taking their clothes off and and going all the way as we watched.
Fifteen minutes later I had the younger ones — Molly, Emily, Riley, Chelsea, and Samantha — arranged in a makeshift nest on the floor of Molly’s bedroom. It was really just a heap of sheets and blankets and pillows hastily thrown together, the naked girls cuddling and giggling inside. Kate and I kissed them goodnight, then turned off the light. The kids insisted they would all stay awake, of course, in anticipation of our spying venture, but I wasn’t sure they’d be able to keep that promise as the night wore on.
Back in my room, where my sister and I had decided to sleep, Kate, said, “Oh my god, Julie, are you really gonna do that?”
“Do what?”
“You know, have Riley and Emily spy on their moms.”
“Sure, why not?”
“Man, you’re just… you’re so awesome!”
Kate suddenly grabbed me and kissed my mouth, laughing giddily. I returned the kiss, taking her in my arms, shoving my tongue in her mouth. We fell onto my bed and made eager, passionate love. All those pent-up longings of the past few hours — being with the little girls, kissing them, watching them kiss, watching them rub their pussies! — it had all been building, and now finally we could let it out, on each other at least, if not on them.
I fingered Kate while she fingered me, and that’s how we achieved our first orgasms of the evening — frantically groping and fucking, almost savagely humping and kissing, until we both came. We rested for a minute or so after that, panting, trying to catch our breath, then she went down on me. My sister licked my pussy, sucked my clit, slid a finger inside my vagina, and I had my second orgasm.
As soon as I recovered, I pulled Katie up until she was sitting on my face and I could lick her beautiful cunt. She rode my tongue and came very quickly — so quickly, in fact, that I didn’t let her go. I held on tight, my arms wrapped around her thighs, sucking her clit until she climaxed again, really gushing this time, filling my mouth with her sweet juices.
At last, we were sated. Now we lay together, gently kissing, softly caressing, murmuring… and gradually drifted off.
* * *
I awoke. There were voices downstairs, women’s voices. Pushing myself up, I looked around.
The lamp beside my bed was still on. The clock said 12:17 AM. Kate was on her side, turned away from me, fast asleep. I knew from past experience that it would be nearly impossible to wake her. Chuckling, I switched off the lamp and got out of bed, walking to my door through the darkness.
Opening the door just a crack, I listened carefully. I could hear my mother… and Paula… and Theresa… but no other voices. Either Dana and Megan were being very quiet, or they weren’t there. Most likely it was the latter.
After waiting a minute longer to be certain no one was coming upstairs, I stepped out into the hall. I leaned forward slightly, trying to peer through the railing down into the family room. Now I could see them. Paula and Theresa were seated on the sofa. Paula had one leg tucked under her. Presumably she’d taken her ankle boots off, though from my vantage point I couldn’t tell for sure. Theresa’s long legs were crossed, her short dress hiked up, revealing plenty of thigh.
I could hear my mother speaking, but I couldn’t see her. Her voice seemed to be coming closer, though. Maybe she was bringing them drinks. Yes, that’s what it was. She handed a glass of wine to each of the women, then sat in a chair, outside of my view — unless I moved closer, that is.
So, should I move closer, try for a better view? Not yet, I decided. Instead I would go to Molly’s room and find out if any of the little girls were still awake, see if they might want to come out and spy with me.
I tiptoed down the hall and quietly opened Molly’s bedroom door. A night light had been left on, so as soon as I peeked inside I was able to discern a pretty face peering out from the nest of blankets on the floor. It was Riley. When she saw me, she smiled, and as I stepped into the room and the girl saw that I was still naked, her smile widened.
Kneeling beside her, I whispered, “Are any of the others awake?”
“Uh-uh,” she shook her head, “only me.”
“Okay.”
“Is my mom here?”
“Yeah,” I told her, “and Emily’s mom too, but not Samantha’s or Chelsea’s. I don’t know if they’re gonna do anything, but we can go look if you want to.”
“Okay, sure.”
Riley slipped out from under the covers and stood beside me, nude. I took her hand and we went to the door, then into the hall. I put a finger to my lips, urging her to be silent. She nodded. We slowly crept across the carpet until we reached the part of the hall that was open to the family room below.
I put my head around the corner of the wall, looking down. It was dark enough upstairs that they wouldn’t be likely to notice us as long as we stayed in the shadows and made no noise. I saw Paula and Theresa sitting on the sofa, but couldn’t see my mother, though I could hear her as the women chatted and drank their wine. She must have been in an armchair across from them.
After signaling Riley once again to be quiet, I drew her in front of me so she could see as well. My arms went around the girl, pulling her close. Her slim body felt warm and soft. Four years younger than me, Riley was at least a foot shorter, so I rested my chin comfortably atop her head as we hugged and spied.
“They make a striking couple, don’t they?” Theresa was saying. “Megan is so tall and Dana… well, if I didn’t know any better, I’d think she was still a teenager.”
“Or a sexy little girl, maybe,” Paula chuckled, “like only 10 or 11 years old!” The other women laughed.
Taking another sip of wine, Paula shook her head and continued, “God, I just love dancing with her. She’s so amazing, the way she moves, rubbing her little body against mine. Totally turns me on.”
I felt Riley shiver as she listened to her mother describing her attraction to another woman.
“She is a sexy girl, very very sexy,” Theresa agreed. Turning to my mom and raising her glass, she said, “And Megan is too. You have very good taste in friends, Suzanne.”
“I’ll drink to that!” Paula chortled.
“Thank you,” we heard my mother say.
After they drank their toast, Paula said, “You know, when I first met Dana, I was sure she was your girlfriend, Suzanne, the way you two acted together and everything. I know I was wrong about that, but…” Her voice trailed off.
“She and I are very close,” Mommy said, “and we’ve been lovers. But we’re not a couple, not like that, anyway.”
Paula frowned, “Yeah, I know, but, um, tonight I’m positive I heard her call you ‘Mommy’ — what’s that all about?”
My mother chuckled, “It’s just… a term of affection, I suppose you could say. I do think of her as my daughter in some ways, but also as a lover, a sexual partner.”
Theresa smiled, shaking her head. “That’s, uh, that’s interesting. It’s sort of an unorthodox relationship, then? Even a little kinky?”
“You might call it that,” Mommy said. “But I try to stay open to the possibilities, whatever they are, even if they might be considered unorthodox — or kinky, if you prefer.”
“Um, I wanted to ask you something else,” said Paula. “I mean, you’ve been divorced for, what, six or seven years now, something like that? A long time, anyway.”
“That’s right,” my mother confirmed. “Almost eight years, in fact.”
“So, um,” Paula continued, “do you ever, I mean, wish that you had someone special? I know you’re not exactly celibate, of course. You don’t seem to lack for sexual partners.”
“No, I certainly don’t, definitely not!” Mommy laughed, the others joining her.
“But don’t you, sometimes, I mean, want someone special? For you, I guess it would have to be a woman, not a man, right?”
“No, not a man. Absolutely not.”
Paula persisted, “Maybe I’m being too nosy or personal or something like that. Blame it on the wine. But I just, you know, late at night, it’s so nice to have someone there, that one person, above all others…”
The women were silent for a few seconds until Mommy cleared her throat and said, “There is, uh… you see, I do have someone. Someone special, a person I love very very much. Exactly what you’re describing.”
“Oh,” said Paula, “I didn’t know. Is it a woman?”
“Yes, well… she’s not a man,” my mother chuckled.
I thought it was clever that she didn’t quite confirm that her special person was a woman. I knew, of course, that she was talking about me — still just a girl, not to mention her own daughter! Obviously she wasn’t going to tell them that!!
My mom went on, “We, well, for various reasons we’ve decided to keep our relationship private for the time being. But you girls don’t have to worry about me. I’m in love, and very happy about it.”
They were quiet again for half a minute or so, evidently thinking about what had been discussed. Then my mother got up from her chair and moved to the sofa, squeezing in between her friends. She’d left her wine glass behind, and now placed one hand on Theresa’s knee and the other on Paula’s.
“You need to know this, though,” she began. “It’s just like my relationship with Dana. Well, no, it’s not quite the same, because I’m not in love with Dana the way I am with, you know, with my lover. But the point is, we both are free, we all are free, to enjoy the companionship of others any time we feel the desire.”
As she said this, she slowly moved her hands up their legs, squeezing and caressing the women’s thighs. “So if either of you, or better yet, if both of you have an interest in me, a sexual interest, I mean, I certainly would be open to that. Very much so.”
Mommy paused a moment, glancing back and forth at the blonde and the brunette, assessing their reactions. Then, gazing steadily at Paula, she licked her lips and slowly leaned in close. They kissed.
Paula moaned, loudly. Earlier she’d put her glass down, and now she grabbed my mother’s face in both hands, pulling their mouths together, kissing her enthusiastically. We could see that they both were using their tongues. I felt Riley shiver in my arms again as she watched her mom and my mom kissing that way.
“Oh my,” Theresa sighed. She uncrossed her legs and opened them, sliding a hand down to caress herself.
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