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The Joy of Looking, Chapter 113
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At breakfast the next morning, as I was working on my second bowl of Frosted Mini-Wheats, I said to Dana, “Hey, um, there’s something I’ve been meaning to ask you about Megan.”
“Okay,” she nodded. She and my mom both were enjoying soft-boiled eggs.
“Well, I was just wondering, have you said anything to her yet about us? You know, about our family and everything?”
“You mean the fact that we all love to fuck each other?” the young woman grinned.
Molly and Chelsea giggled at that remark. They were eating Fruit Loops. Kate wasn’t up yet.
“Yeah, exactly,” I nodded. “I just, you know, I wonder what she might think of it.”
“Well, yeah, we’ve talked about some of it, but not everything yet. I told her last week that I taught Chelsea how to kiss, and I think that really turned her on. In fact, I think she might’ve done the same thing with Samantha after that.” She turned to her daughter. “Chelsea, honey, has Samantha said anything to you about her mother kissing her? You know, the way I kiss you?”
“Uh-huh,” the little girl nodded, “she did.”
“She did what?” asked Dana.
“She told me her mommy started kissing her, like we do, with her tongue and stuff. They do it a lot now. All the time, she said.” Chelsea was completely matter-of fact about this, as though it were the most normal thing in the world. I suppose to her it was.
“Okay, that’s good,” Dana winked at the child, then said to me, “We haven’t really talked about the rest of it, but I get the feeling Megan already has an idea there’s more going on. She’s been around all of us enough that I’m almost sure she knows, or at least suspects.”
“So you think she’s, like, cool with that?” I asked.
“Yeah, I’m sure she must be. Otherwise, I don’t think, you know, that she’d like me as much as she does. I mean, even though I haven’t exactly told her, I haven’t tried to hide anything either. She’s seen the way I sometimes touch Chelsea, putting my hand between her legs and stuff. I’m sure she must know what we’re doing.”
Dana didn’t seem the least bit concerned. It was typical of me, I suppose, to worry about things that didn’t bother other people. Sometimes I wish I could stop thinking about everything so much, but that’s just how I am.
“Tonight,” said our mother, “when we’re out with Megan and the other moms, I’ll probably try to drop a few hints of my own. I’m curious too, Julie, to see how they’ll react, not only Megan but Paula and Theresa as well. I have a hunch they’ll be ‘cool’ with it, as you put it. I can’t exactly say why, but I just get the feeling that both of them — all three of them — have the same sort of interests in younger girls that Dana and I have.”
“You mean like with their daughters?” I said.
“Well, maybe,” Mommy replied. “We should find out pretty soon, I think. You know how cautious I usually am, but I have a sense that we’ll be able to move forward with them fairly quickly. Maybe not tonight, but soon.”
“That would be awesome,” I smiled, squeezing my legs together.
After breakfast, I tried to call Hannah. I knew she’d babysat the night before for Ms. Firth and I wanted to find out how it had gone. I could see that she’d tried to call me at one point. There was no answer on her cell phone, though, and I got voice mail. Like Kate, Hannah was a late sleeper. I left a message, asking her to call me when she got up.
We did some chores, cleaning house, taking care of laundry, and so on. About noon, Hannah finally returned my call.
“Oh my god, Julie, oh my god,” she began, as soon as I answered.
“What?” I giggled.
“Oh my god, you’re not gonna believe it!”
“Believe what? Tell me!”
“All right, so, my mum drove me there about 8:00, only this time she went in and talked to Miss Firth for a while, getting acquainted and such.”
“Uh-huh.”
“That was kind of strange, seeing them together that way, since I’d already been naked with Miss Firth, you know, when you were there last time.”
“Right, but what is it I won’t believe?”
“Well, see, after my mum left, Miss Firth changed her clothes, put on a dress. Before that she’d just been wearing jeans and a shirt. But the thing is, she went into her room and then came back a minute later with two dresses on hangers. She wanted me to tell her which one I liked better, you know?”
“Okay, and?”
“But she was naked!” Hannah exclaimed.
“She was?”
“Yeah! She’s standing there, starkers, holding up these two dresses, asking me which one I liked best. And it was, I don’t know, it was different. I mean, we’d seen her naked, of course, and you’d practically kissed her. But that was, well, most of it was sort of posing, like a model. But this time, I don’t know, I can’t explain. The way she she looked at me and everything. It was — it was sexy!”
“So, did anything happen?”
“Um, not right then. I told her I liked the red dress, and Cadence agreed. So Lynn went and put that one on. She did her face and her hair while I played with Cadence. Then she said g’bye and left.”
“Is that all?” I asked.
“No, no — I haven’t got to the good part yet.”
“When are you going to?! You’re driving me crazy!!”
“Sorry, love,” she giggled. “Okay, I’ll tell you. So, I put Cadence to bed at 9:30, and then I tried to call you, but there was no answer.”
“Yeah, we were… busy. My phone was off.”
“Well, Lynn came back a bit early, before 11:00. She asked if I would stay a while before calling my mum and going home, because she wanted to talk. Only we didn’t really talk — we just snogged.”
“Snogged?”
“Yeah, that’s what we did. She sat on the sofa and had me sit beside her and we talked for only a few seconds, then she leaned over and started kissing me. And oh my god, Julie, oh my god, it was so amazing. She’s such a good kisser!”
“Wow…”
“I don’t know how long we kissed, a long time. It’s like when I make out with you, I just, you know, I lose track of everything. You know what I mean?”
“Yeah, I do, I really do. I love that feeling.”
“Me too, it’s lovely. So, we’re snogging, and she’s pulling me close. In fact, I was kind of on her lap then, we were really getting into it. But then she suddenly stopped. She said I should call my mum to take me home, and asked me if I was gonna tell her.”
“Tell her about the kissing, you mean?”
“Uh-huh, but I said I wouldn’t. Lynn said good, it would be our secret. She told me I could tell you, though, seein’ as how you’re my best friend. And she also said to tell you she really hopes you can come with me next time.”
“Come with you when?”
“Next time I babysit for her, for Cadence. I think she wants to kiss you too.”
“Cadence does?”
“No,” Hannah laughed, “Lynn does. Well, I suppose Cadence might too. I don’t know, I hadn’t thought of that.”
It was funny that Hannah hadn’t thought about me kissing Cadence. I certainly had! And the possibility of kissing the sexy Lynn Firth was extremely exciting too.
“Um, so, when are you — do you know when the next time is?” I asked.
“Not yet. But next weekend, most likely.”
“Okay. Yeah, that sounds fun. I really hope I can.”
“Julie, it was so amazing, she is such a good kisser…”
Hannah went on that way for several more minutes. After a while, I asked if she wanted to come over to our house, but she said they were getting ready to go to the ballet that afternoon, to a matinee, and then out to dinner afterwards.
“Remember I told you? That’s Lindsey’s thing. She just loves ballet, mad about it.”
“Oh, yeah, I forgot,” I said. “Okay, well, hopefully I’ll see you tomorrow then.”
* * *
Shortly after 5:00, Riley and Emily showed up. They both lived within easy walking distance. Samantha lived a little farther away, so Dana and Chelsea drove over and brought her back. The plan was for the girls to have supper with us — we were ordering several pizzas — and then the moms would arrive at about 8:30 and they’d all go out dancing. After they left, we would play Undercover Spy. Hurray!
The younger girls spent most of the evening up in Molly’s room, while Kate tried to get me up to speed on the Metroid: Other M game. There was no way I would ever be as good at it as her, though.
Megan got to our house ahead of the other women. She was going to do Dana’s hair, and my mom’s too. Of course, I think she also just wanted to spend more time with Dana. Those two were definitely an item, always holding hands and kissing and giggling. It was nice to see.
Theresa arrived just after 8:30, and Paula a few minutes later. I let them both in. Dana and Mommy were still upstairs, along with Megan, so Kate and I sat in the family room with the two women and chatted. I asked them if they wanted anything to drink, but they declined. I guess they figured they’d have plenty to drink later on that night.
I was glad I had the chance to spend some time with Paula and Theresa. I felt strongly attracted to each of them. In preparation for this opportunity, I’d made sure to wear a very short skirt, and I sat in such a way that they could easily look between my legs and see my white panties if they wanted to. Apparently they both did — I saw their eyes drop to my crotch more than once.
In addition to looking at my undies, the beautiful Theresa kept crossing and recrossing her long legs. As she did this, her satin dress rode up higher and higher on her thighs. I definitely enjoyed getting a good look at her. The dress was ivory, embroidered with gold stitching in a swirly pattern. It was sleeveless with a scoop neckline. She wore a pearl necklace and pearl earrings. She sometimes fingered the necklace and smiled at me, licking her lips as she crossed her legs once again.
There was no doubt in my mind that Theresa was flirting with me. She could tell that I found her appealing, and she liked having me look at her that way. I knew, from what my mom had told me, that Theresa was planning to explore her lesbian side, but I wasn’t sure if she would actually be interested in a 13-year-old girl. Perhaps she was simply playing with me, just fooling around. On the other hand, maybe she thought I was sexy too! I let my legs come open a little wider.
I had less of an idea what Paula was thinking, because her personality is the type that’s friendly and cheerful with just about everyone. The woman is naturally outgoing and affectionate. When she came in the door that night, she’d given me a nice warm hug and a little kiss on the lips — whereas Theresa had only politely shaken my hand while giving me an air kiss. Theresa was more formal, and yet at the same time more seductive, if that makes any sense.
To go out dancing, Paula was dressed like a teenager, in a ribbed tank top and a loose unbuttoned blouse with the cuffs rolled up partway, along with a very short knit skirt and black tights. The perky blonde also wore a cute pair of ankle boots. I didn’t think she had a bra on, although I couldn’t tell for sure. Her breasts were fairly small, so it wasn’t obvious either way. And although I did catch Paula looking between my legs a few times, that didn’t happen nearly as often as it did with Theresa. I didn’t get quite the same vibe from her.
Mommy and Dana and Megan came down a few minutes later. Neither Paula nor Theresa had met Megan yet, so they had to be introduced. Paula gave the tall redhead a hungry, wolfish look, practically undressing her with her eyes. There was nothing ambiguous about that!
Megan was wearing the same sleeveless dark green dress we’d seen her in when she and Samantha came to our house for dinner the first time. And I mean that dress was really short. Coupled with the flesh-tone high heels she had on, those long pretty legs of hers just seemed to go on forever, miles of smooth creamy skin lightly sprinkled with freckles. I loved looking at her — and it was clear that Paula did too.
I wondered if there might any competition or jealousy when they were out dancing later, since Megan was Dana’s girlfriend now. She hadn’t been introduced as such, so there was no way for Paula to know that unless she was able to read the signs, the body language between the two young women. Anyway, that wasn’t really my problem, although I did wonder about it.
Speaking of Dana, she was in a darling dress, white satin with pink polka dots, along with a shiny pink vinyl belt around the waist with a big buckle. The dress had princess sleeves with a high neckline and was short, coming about halfway up her slim thighs. She wore flat white shoes with lacy ankle socks. As she often would, Dana had selected an outfit that made her appear even tinier and younger than she really was. She just loved playing the little girl role.
And my mom — oh my god, my mom — what a sexy woman she is! She was in a dress I loved, one that Kate and I had helped her choose about a year earlier. She didn’t wear it often, but when she did, I melted inside. The sleeveless off-white dress was very short and tight-fitting with a square neck. A pattern of large yellow and black diamonds accentuated her shapely figure. She wore black pumps that evening, really showing off her legs, and Megan had done my mother’s blonde hair so it fell in ringlets around her shoulders. Totally beautiful and super sexy.
As I slowly scanned this alluring group of women, I tried to decide who I’d want to fuck the most if I happened to be meeting them all for the first time. Of course, I was in love with my mom, so I always wanted her more than anyone. But if I didn’t know her, if I didn’t know any of them…
Theresa was gorgeous, like a magazine model, with bedroom eyes and a flirtatious smile … Paula was cute and hot, like a high school cheerleader, with an infectious, bouncy personality … Megan had those amazing long legs that drove me absolutely wild … my mother was incredibly luscious, the most desirable woman I’ve ever known … but then there was Dana. Yes, it would have to be her. If I’d never met any of them before then, it was Dana I would want to fuck first. Her little girl attitude really did it for me. Sorry, Mom.
While I was having those lascivious thoughts, the kids came trotting down from upstairs — Molly, Emily, Riley, Chelsea, and Samantha. Now there were five women and five young girls I could gaze at and imagine fucking, plus Katie as well. What a feast for the eyes!
The moms got ready to leave, though. They accepted compliments from all the girls, including me, along with hugs and kisses as they gathered near the front door. Megan proposed that she should be the designated driver since she never drank very much. Everyone seemed fine with that.
They headed out, squeezing into Megan’s older Nissan Sentra, and drove off as we waved. It was nice to think of the three lovely ladies in the back seat, my mother, Paula, and Theresa, sitting close and rubbing up against each other.
But now it was time for Undercover Spy! There were seven of us, so we split into two teams of three each. Kate would be the evil scientist. I was on the red team with Samantha and Chelsea. The blue team was Riley, Emily, and Molly. Because everyone had played the game before, there was no need to waste time explaining the rules. We were quickly ready to start.
Into my mother’s walk-in closet we went. Kate put the secret formula bottle on the top shelf temporarily, then switched off the light. We were plunged into darkness, giggling together.
Over the next several minutes, we enjoyed the delicious pleasure of taking off each other’s clothes and then rubbing our hands all over one another’s nude bodies, fingers probing everywhere, searching for hidden weapons. None were found, but when those fingers slid between my legs, they did discover gooey, slippery moisture. I was very wet and had been that way since before we began, simply from thinking about what we were going to do.
The game was fun and exciting, as always. The climax came on Mommy’s bed, which had been established as the ultimate goal, when Chelsea and Samantha managed to wrestle the secret formula away from Kate. The plastic bottle was, of course, squeezed tightly between her thighs, press against her crotch, so in grabbing for it, they — and all of us — also were inevitably touching her private parts. I’m pretty sure that’s why Kate usually chose to play the evil scientist.
I’d turned on the light as we raced into my mother’s bedroom. Although it wasn’t strictly within the rules, I normally would do that since I really liked looking at all those smooth young bodies slipping and sliding around together. Nobody had ever complained.
When it was over, we lay on the big bed, still in a tangle of limbs, laughing, sweating, panting, trying to catch our breath. After pushing myself to a sitting position, I openly studied the other girls, especially Emily and Riley, staring at their puffy nipples and hairless slits, making no attempt to disguise my libidinous interest. I mean, how could anyone resist doing that? How many chances do you get to examine the naked bodies of such enticing prepubescent girls?
After maybe a minute or so, with no one saying anything, simply exchanging gazes, Riley said, “This kind of reminds me of, at Molly’s sleepover that time, at her big slumber party, when we were all kissing and stuff. Remember that?”
Molly and Emily nodded, grinning. Samantha and Chelsea hadn’t been there, and Kate had been busy doing other things at the time, but I remembered. I couldn’t say anything about it, however, since I’d been spying on the little girls that night.
“So, do you guys… do you wanna kiss now?” Katie asked.
“Sure,” Riley instantly replied, bouncing to her knees.
I knew Molly and Chelsea would be happy to do some kissing. They always liked it. And Emily seemed quite willing to go along too, nodding and smiling. I wasn’t sure about Samantha, though. She was the youngest girl there, a couple of months younger than Chelsea even, and presumably had the least experience with such things.
“Do you want to, Samantha?” I asked. “We don’t have to if you don’t want to.”
“Want to what?”
“Um, you know, do some kissing. Kiss each other, sort of like practice. Do you want to do that?”
“Okay,” she nodded, showing no reluctance.
“Who wants to go first?” said Kate.
“I do,” Riley answered. “Um, can I try kissing you?”
“Absolutely,” my sister grinned. “I love kissing girls.”
“Me too,” Riley giggled.
The two of them got together, sitting up at first, kissing and nibbling at each other’s lips, tonguing and sucking. Neither seemed the slightest bit bashful about it. After a minute or so, they eased down, lying on their sides on Mommy’s bed, still kissing but now also caressing, running their hands up and down one another’s naked bodies.
I couldn’t help myself. I started masturbating. It was impossible not to. My pussy was begging to be touched, so that’s what I did. I rubbed my clit as I stared at the two girls, a 9-year-old and an 11-year-old, kissing and stroking each other.
Emily’s eyes went wide when she saw what I was doing. The pretty brunette didn’t touch herself, not yet, but her gaze kept shifting back and forth from the girls’ lips and tongues to my fingers and my pussy.
The reaction of my little sisters was different from Emily’s. As soon as Molly noticed I was playing with myself, she began to do so too, sliding a hand down to tickle between her own legs. Seeing that, Chelsea did the same. Now we had three girls masturbating and two girls kissing. The others, Samantha and Emily, were still just watching.
Riley and Kate sat up, giggling and wiping their mouths, both red in the face. Their brief make-out session was over, and now it was someone else’s turn. Who would be next?
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The Joy of Looking, Chapter 112
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The next morning, we found a note on the coffee table. Dana and Megan had decided to spend the night together at Megan’s apartment. Around 10:30, the phone rang. It was Dana. She talked to Mommy for a minute, then Megan got on the phone with her.
We all met for lunch early that afternoon at Burger Barn. It was pretty clear now that Megan and Dana were a couple. They never stopped holding hands, just so cute. I wondered, though, how soon Dana would let her new girlfriend know about the ‘special’ relationships among the members of our family, and how it might go when she did. I made a mental note to talk with my mom about that, and with my big sister too, when I got the chance.
When Monday came, it was my turn to do some explaining about relationships. As usual, Karen took me home after I attended the classes at her high school. This time, however, instead of stopping in the park to make out, I suggested we drive out toward the waterfront and then up into the hills overlooking it, to a spot I knew that had a lovely view of the bay and the city. I’m not sure why, but I thought that would be a better place for us to have the conversation we were going to have. Karen said sure, no problem.
On our way there, we chatted about things in general, mostly school stuff, nothing sexual or intimate. When we arrived, we parked the car, then got out and walked. The weather had turned warm for November, highs above 70, so we didn’t need jackets. We strolled along a path that wound across the hill until we came to a secluded bench. There we sat.
“So, um,” I began, “I told Mommy about you and me, what we’ve done, and like I said, she’s totally cool with it. You don’t have to worry. She likes you a lot and she has no problem if I have sex with girls.”
“Okay,” Karen smiled.
I swallowed before going on. It was easier to think about having a talk like this than to actually do it. But I forced myself to continue. “And, see, I wanted to tell you about a lot of stuff that’s happened since, you know, since I watched you and my mom together.”
“That must have been, um… tell me what that was like,” said Karen. “You were, what, only 10?”
“Yeah, I was 10.”
“And you were, I mean, you were watching us on purpose, right? Had you seen us before?”
“Uh-huh, that was the third time.”
“The third time, wow. So you liked it? You liked watching us?”
“Yeah, I did, definitely. It was kind of scary at first, but then it was, you know, exciting.”
Karen frowned, “I, um, I only got kind of a quick look at you that night, but I think — you were like naked or something, weren’t you?”
“Yeah, I was. Well, almost. I had a little blouse on, but it was open. That was all I was wearing.”
“Were you masturbating?”
“Uh-huh.”
“Wow.” She shook her head in amazement. “And… and your mom knew you were watching?”
“Yep. She liked it. She likes having me watch her.”
“That’s, that is awesome. Totally hot. Is that what you wanted to tell me?”
“Well, I mean, there’s actually a lot more than that.”
“More?”
“See, Karen, after that, my mom and I, we got, we became… well, it’s like with Miranda and Marisol, you know? The same as with them. My mom and I are lovers.”
“No way.”
“Yes way.”
“You’re kidding.”
“No, I’m not.”
“Oh my god, Julie, that is just … unbelievable. That is so cool!”
“You really think so?” I asked.
“Yeah, I do. I love it!”
“Good. Because there’s more.”
“More??”
“Uh-huh. It’s not only me. It’s Kate and Molly too, the whole family. We all have sex together. And Dana and Chelsea, all of us.”
“Oh my god. The whole family? Even the little girls?”
“Uh-huh, everyone. We all sleep together.”
“Goddamn fuck that is awesome!”
I’d never heard Karen swear much before. This must have impressed her a lot.
“Jesus, Julie, now I wish we were in the park. I really want to have sex again, right now!”
“Okay,” I giggled, “we can. Not here, of course, but if you wanna go to the park — or we could go to my house.”
“Your house…”
“Sure. You can you have sex with my sisters too, if you want. And with my mom when she gets home.”
“Wow.” The girl was staring off into the distance, probably seeing herself naked in bed with my mother and my sisters. “But — oh shit.”
She opened her phone and looked at it. “I just remembered I’m supposed to pick up my dad at 5:00 when he gets off work today. His car is in the shop. My mom is on late shift at the hospital.” Karen’s mother was a nurse. Her father worked at the public library.
“Okay, well, maybe Wednesday then,” I suggested.
“Shit!” she laughed. “On Wednesday afternoon I have this college recruiting thing. You’ll have to take the bus home that day.”
“All right. Well, anyway, you’re coming to dinner with us on Friday. So just be prepared to be fucked by a whole bunch of girls and women that night — me, my mom, my sisters — Dana and Chelsea, all of us!”
“Wow.” She got that faraway look again. I expected she would be fantasizing about our family while masturbating in bed that night.
* * *
The week went by. I didn’t see Karen at all on Wednesday, but we talked briefly on the phone, confirming our plans for Friday night. I did have a little sex, though, in addition to my usual masturbation and the fooling around I did most days with Kate and Molly.
Now that Hannah and I had become intimate, she would often come home with me after school on Tuesdays and Thursdays, and we would seclude ourselves in my bedroom for a nice round of kissing, fondling, and pussy eating. We didn’t do that at her house because Lauren worked at home and Hannah worried about getting caught. And since I hadn’t told Hannah anything yet about my sexual involvement with my sisters — not to mention with my mom — it had to be just the two of us in my room.
Someday soon, I kept telling myself, I’m going to have to find a way to let Hannah know the truth. I was pretty sure she’d be into it. All along, I had a feeling about her, that this was a girl who would be turned on by something like that. And I was right, she was, although it was still a couple of more weeks until it all came out. We’ll get to that later.
In the meantime, two other interesting things happened. First, our mother told us she’d finally talked Paula into going out dancing with them again. On Saturday night, a big group was hitting the clubs together — Mommy, Dana, Megan, Theresa, and Paula — and the best part was, their young daughters would all be spending the night at our house for a sleepover! That was definitely something to look forward to.
The second thing, of course, was Friday night when Karen, our former babysitter, had dinner with us. She drove me home from school that day, and instead of stopping in the park or anything like that, we just came straight to my house. I could tell Karen was nervous, so I kept reassuring her, telling how much everyone in the family liked her. I held her hand as we walked up to the door.
We found Molly, Chelsea, and Kate on the floor in the family room playing a board game — LIFE — but using the modified rules we’d devised. Instead of a mother and a father, each family had two moms, a pair of pink pins sitting side by side in the little cars, and the families never had sons, of course, only daughters. We sat with the kids and watched until the game was over. Chelsea won.
As they were putting the pieces back in the box, the phone rang, and I picked it up. It was Mommy. She told me she was planning to bring home fish and chips for dinner from a pub we liked. That sounded great. She should be home by about 5:45, she said, and Dana would likely arrive around then too, coming from her job at the insurance agency.
That gave us more than an hour to do whatever we wanted. First, though, I asked Kate and Molly and Chelsea if they had any homework, since Mommy always insisted we take care of that before anything else. They said theirs was all done.
I, unfortunately, had to read a chapter and write an essay for the World History class I was taking at Karen’s high school. So, while Chelsea and Molly trotted upstairs to play with Barbies in Molly’s room, and Kate sat with Karen on the sofa to teach her all about the Metroid: Other M video game, I went into the dining room and sat at the table to do my reading and my writing.
After that was finished, I rejoined Karen and my sister.
“Man, this is complicated,” Karen frowned, when I asked her how it was going. “I don’t think I could ever understand it all.”
“It’s not that hard,” said Kate as she directed Samus Aran on a careful search through some kind of abandoned space station or something. “You just have to play it a lot.”
“Like you do,” I teased, “hundreds of hours a day.”
“Yeah, well, you’re the one who got me started,” said Kate. “You gave it to me for my birthday.”
“That’s true,” I nodded. I remembered choosing the game for her, not knowing anything about it but liking the pictures of the character on the boxes of the games she was featured in.
I picked up the Metroid: Other M box and looked at it again. Out loud, I read a quote from a review: “Samus was the video game industry’s first dominant female, a femme de force that didn’t rely on a man to save her.” With a chuckle, I added, “That’s how come I got this for you, Kate, because she doesn’t rely on a man.”
“Men, who needs ‘em, yuck,” sneered my sister. Karen giggled.
We heard the garage door open. Mommy was home. I got up and Karen did too. We went into the kitchen while Kate continued playing. After my mom put down the bags of food she was carrying, she gave Karen a big hug, then took my face in her hands, smiling and giving me a long wet kiss on the lips.
“I love you, honey,” she said.
“I love you too, Mom.”
Ten minutes later, Dana arrived. The little girls came downstairs and we ate our tasty fish and chips. Conversation over dinner was mostly routine at first, about work and school and other things. But then Dana began telling Karen about what she was studying at the Institute of Fashion Technology.
“You know what? You’re really pretty,” Dana said to the teenager. “And I’ll bet you’re photogenic too. Can I take some shots of you?”
“Of me?”
“Uh-huh. See, for one of my classes we’re supposed to take a lot of photos of people and then we compare them, talking about clothing styles and stuff like that.”
“Okay…” said Karen.
“And you’re so pretty, you’d be perfect.”
With a leer, I made a suggestion. “Maybe you should show her some of the pictures you took of Sage and Loretta on our vacation.”
“Yes, that’s a very good idea,” Mommy agreed.
We got up from the table, clearing stuff away and putting the dishes in the dishwasher. That only took a couple of minutes. Meanwhile Dana got out her camera and hooked it up to the TV. We all sat together in the family room to look at the photos. Karen, Dana, and Kate were on the sofa, with Dana in the middle. I was in one of the armchairs, with Chelsea sitting on my lap. Mommy was in the other armchair, Molly on her lap.
Before getting to the sexy vacation pictures, Dana scrolled through several other shots she’d taken of random people on the street, mostly attractive teenage girls and young women. Some of them were a bit voyeuristic, with Dana capturing a glimpse of a girl’s panties as she sat in a certain way. She also showed us a few she had of a young mom with a toddler in a stroller. The woman was in a loose-fitting top, and as she bent over, we could see she wasn’t wearing a bra. Dana had zoomed in to get a nice shot of the woman’s breast and her nipple. It was pretty sexy.
“Did you show that one in your class?” asked Karen.
“No,” Dana chuckled. “When I take those kind, it’s just for my own enjoyment. Later on at night, sometimes Chelsea and I will look at them together and play with ourselves or each other.”
I watched Karen’s eyes go wide as she thought about Dana and her 7-year-old daughter masturbating together and having sex. She already knew all about our family’s incestuous lesbian activities — but it was one thing to hear about it from me in the abstract, and another thing to actually imagine it taking place. More than that, tonight Karen would almost certainly see it happen right in front of her. I saw her cheeks grow red. She squirmed on the sofa, crossing her legs and squeezing them together.
Next we went on to the special vacation set. Dana started with her shots of Sage, first fully clothed, then in her bra with her shirt off. Then we got to the pictures of Sage and Loretta together — a mother and daughter taking off each other’s clothes, touching and kissing. Even though I’d seen the photos before, several times, I still found myself becoming incredibly aroused.
“I love these,” Dana said softly. “I’m really proud of them.”
“I can see why,” Karen remarked, swallowing and squeezing her legs together again.
Kate held up her own camera, which she’d brought down from her room after dinner. “Can I show her some of mine now, of me and Julie?”
“Okay, sure,” Dana nodded.
She unhooked the cable from her camera and handed it to Kate, who attached it to hers. After fiddling with the camera for a moment, Kate said, “Okay, so, here we go. Um, Julie and I took these on our trip to Lake Tahoe, last month.”
Karen and the others were treated to several very naughty shots of me and my sister posing nude. In a few of them, we actually held our pink pussies wide open with our fingers, totally exposing ourselves. These photos may not have been as artistic as Dana’s, but they were undoubtedly erotic — not to mention pornographic!
“Wow,” said Karen, “that is really hot.”
“So, uh, do you think you’d like to pose for me?” Dana asked the girl. “Or, I guess, for both of us — Katie can take some shots of you too.”
“Yeah, well… all right, if you want me to.”
Karen was wearing a short black skater skirt with a coral tank top and a gray cardigan sweater. She had her shoes off, as did the rest of us. Her legs were bare.
Dana stood up. “Just stay there,” she said to Karen. “We’ll start like that.”
Kate got up too. They both took several shots of Karen seated on the sofa, encouraging her to relax, to smile, to try a few different poses.
Then Dana said, “Okay, now spread your legs for me.”
“What?” asked Karen.
“You know, just open your legs a little bit. I want to see your panties.” As Dana was saying this, she knelt in front of the pretty teenager, aiming the lens right between her legs.
“Well, okay,” Karen giggled, blushing. But she slowly moved her knees apart, gradually opening them wider, as the two photographers clicked away.
I’d got up from my chair to get a better view. Standing next to Kate, I licked my lips and put a hand on my breast, fondling my erect nipple though my shirt as I watched Karen’s thighs spread apart. She was starting to get into it, playing the role of a seductive glamour model, writhing as though in heat.
“Nice,” I heard my mother say. Glancing to the side, I saw that she was masturbating, her dress hiked up, both hands inside her panties. She’d shifted Molly onto the arm of the chair. Molly had a hand between her own legs, rubbing herself. I looked over at 7-year-old Chelsea, whom I’d left in the other armchair. She was masturbating too.
Quickly I reached under my denim skirt and pulled my panties down, stepping out of them. Now I could touch myself with nothing in the way. My pussy was very juicy, my clit swollen and hard. God, I love sex!
Karen leaned back on the sofa, raising her legs, holding them high in a V shape, hands behind her knees as she smiled at the cameras. Dana and Kate moved in closer, taking more pictures. Everyone was able to see a conspicuous dark wet spot in the center of Karen’s satin panties.
Before long, those panties were removed. The next photos were of the girl’s shaved pussy. She was just as juicy as I was. Kate and Dana then took a series of shots of Karen masturbating, rubbing her clit, sliding her fingers inside her cunt.
“Don’t stop until you come,” Dana told her. “I wanna see that. In fact…” She looked at her camera for a moment, adjusting a setting. I later found out she was switching from photo to video.
“Okay, go on,” urged Dana, “make yourself come.”
And that’s what Karen did. She masturbated for the cameras as my mom and my little sisters and I watched. We masturbated too, and when Karen reached orgasm, so did I. My mother had already come a minute or so earlier, but I could hear her climaxing again, a second time. I don’t think either Molly or Chelsea came then, although it’s possible they did. But both would have plenty of orgasms later on that evening, as would the rest of us.
After Karen climaxed, that was the end of the photography. My mom got up from her chair. She went to the pretty brunette, leaning down and kissing her mouth. “Mmm, welcome back, my sweet girl,” she said, “it’s so nice to have you here again.”
“Thanks,” Karen giggled, “I’m glad I could come.”
“So am I,” said Mommy. “And now I really want a taste of your pussy. Would that be all right?”
Grinning, Karen nodded, “Sure, of course.”
My mother knelt on the sofa between Karen’s outstretched legs, pausing to simply enjoy looking at the girl for a moment, taking in the lovely sight. She had been the first person to ever have sex with her, more than two years earlier when Karen was only 14.
Before she began licking, Mommy said, “How many other… girls or women have you had, since me? If you don’t mind my asking.”
“No, I don’t mind,” Karen replied. “Um, two women and three girls. Well, with Julie I guess it’s four, expect we haven’t really done anything yet except masturbate each other.”
“Well, tonight,” my mother said with a wink, “we’re going to increase those numbers by quite a few. That is, if you’re willing.”
“Oh, yeah, definitely,” Karen said, “the more, the better!”
“Right,” Mommy nodded, “that’s my adage.”
“Mine too,” agreed Dana. While the other two were talking, she’d been hurriedly taking off her clothes and now was naked. The tiny blonde was rubbing her pussy with one hand, the other playing with her nipples. “After Mommy gets done, can I be next?”
“Okay,” Karen laughed. I don’t know if she thought it was funny that Dana called our mother ‘Mommy’ or that Dana seemed so bubbly and eager. Perhaps it was both. Her laughter, however, soon turned into sighs of pleasure as Mommy’s tongue bathed her sex.
Kate, Molly, Chelsea, Dana, and I stood close, watching and masturbating as our mother ate Karen’s pussy. Dana climaxed almost immediately — it never took her long — and when Karen came in Mommy’s mouth, Dana climaxed for the second or maybe the third time. Kate reached orgasm too, and so did I. Again, I’m not sure if the younger girls came or not. They were often fairly quiet, so it was hard to tell, but Katie’s high-pitched squeals were unmistakable.
When our mom moved away, after first planting one more lingering wet kiss on Karen’s pussy and another on her mouth, Dana quickly took her place. As she nibbled on the teenager’s clit while sliding a finger inside her vagina, she reached between her own legs with her other hand and continued masturbating.
Mommy went to the little ones, asking Chelsea and Molly to strip her and then suck her nipples. They happily agreed, retiring to an armchair for that. Kate joined them, kneeling between our mother’s legs to eat her cunt.
I took off the rest of my clothes — a long-sleeved shirt, a lacy camisole, and a short skirt — tossing them aside. Then I climbed on top of Karen and sat on her face.
It was amazing to be there, looking down into her beautiful brown eyes, seeing her beneath me, starting to lick me. I rode her tongue, loving the feel of that wet warmth on my labia, on my clit, inside my vagina. I was getting close again very fast.
But when I thought about what was actually happening — that this girl who was eating me now was the same one I’d seen having sex with my mom when I was only 10 years old — and as I recalled having my very first orgasm one night while I watched them, that put me over the top. I came hard and wet on Karen’s face, groaning as my pussy gushed all over her.
* * *
We changed partners, going round and round for another hour or so. I wasn’t able to keep track of it all, but I’m almost positive everyone had sex with Karen at least one time if not more. I remember I had a lovely 69 with Kate, and I’m sure I tribbed with Chelsea — I loved doing that, fucking a 7-year-old — and I may have done the same with Molly as well. I know Mommy fucked me that way, and I’m sure I saw Dana tribbing with Karen too.
The loudest orgasm of the night occurred when Karen was sitting on Molly’s face. This was near the end. They were on the floor, nude like everyone else. The rest of us were watching them. A few may have been masturbating, or perhaps gently rubbing the person next to them, but our attention was focused on Molly and Karen.
I’ve often wondered what was going through Karen’s mind then. I didn’t ask her about it afterwards, and I wish I had. Perhaps she was thinking about babysitting for us a few years earlier, remembering that this little blonde girl had been only 6 years old at the time, not much more than a toddler. And now here she was, having lesbian sex with her — and not only that, but with her sisters and her mom too!
Whatever it was Karen was thinking, something had the effect of causing her to scream at the top of her lungs as she climaxed on top of Molly. It was quite an impressive shriek. Luckily the neighbors didn’t call the cops or anything.
When she finished, Karen toppled to the floor, hands clenched between her legs, holding her pussy as residual spasms sent shudders through her body. We all gathered around, stroking her, soothing her, softly kissing and caressing.
* * *
To conclude the memorable occasion, Mommy made vanilla milkshakes for us, adding a dash of Bailey’s Irish Cream to provide a little kick (Dana’s and hers had more than a dash, I suspect). We snuggled close together in the family room, slurping the sweet treats, relishing the warmth and intimacy of our special family. Our mother sat in the middle of the sofa with Karen and Kate on one side of her, Molly and Dana on the other. Chelsea was on Dana’s lap. I was on the floor, hugging Kate’s and Karen’s legs. We were all still naked.
Mommy took a sip of her shake, then said to Karen as she petted her hair, “Would you like to spend the night with us?”
“No — I mean, yeah, I would, except I told my girlfriend I’d come over to her house tonight. She’s kind of like eager to hear all about it.”
“Oh, you have a girlfriend? That’s nice,” said my mom.
“Yeah, well, it is nice,” Karen said. “But, um, she’s, like, older than me. Did Julie tell you that?”
“No,” Mommy shook her head. “All she told me was that sometimes you and she park in the car after school so you can kiss, and play with each other’s pussies.”
That made the little girls giggle.
“Yeah, we do,” Karen grinned, “and that’s nice too. But, see, my girlfriend — her name is Miranda — she’s, um, 29, and, like, she’s married, but she’s getting divorced. And she, well, she has two kids.”
Karen stopped. She was gazing at my mother, studying her face, apparently wondering what sort of reaction she would get.
Mommy smiled at her. “That sounds lovely. You must like moms. First me, and now Miranda, huh?”
I saw Karen blush. She looked down for a second, then raised her eyes again. “Yeah, I… I do like moms. And — well, anyway, I guess I should get going. She’s waiting for me.”
“All right.” My mom pulled Karen close and kissed her lips, then said, “Please tell Miranda thank you for letting us spend this time with you tonight.”
“Okay, I will.”
“I’d really like to meet her. Do you think that would be possible?” Mommy asked.
“Well, sure, I think so. Except, um, like, in a couple days we’re driving to New Jersey to have Thanksgiving with her family. Miranda wants me to meet them. My parents practically had a fit, but I told them how important it was for me. They know I’m gay and everything, but still. Anyway, they finally said okay.”
“Good for you,” Mommy said, patting Karen’s knee. “I’m proud of you standing up for yourself that way.”
“Thanks. Like I said, it’s really important to me.”
“You must love Miranda very much.”
“Yeah, I do. I really do, a lot.”
“I’m so glad. And that makes me want to meet her even more. Will you tell her that? In fact, maybe you could just ask her if it would be all right for me to call her. I’d love to talk with her on the phone if nothing else.”
“Okay, um, I’ll ask her.”
Karen got up to leave, finding her clothes and putting them on (the rest of us remained naked, as we’d soon be going to bed). I’d wondered while she and my mom were having their talk if Karen might say something about Marisol, but she never did. The fact that the little girl was also part of a kinky three-way sexual relationship with Karen and Miranda would have to be revealed at another time, I supposed.
We said goodbye at the door, exchanging hugs and kisses all around. My mother wished Karen a Happy Thanksgiving, since she likely wouldn’t see her again until after the holiday. After she drove away, we went upstairs, giggling and joking as we decided who would sleep with whom that night.
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The Secret Society of the Pussycats Club, Chapter 31 — Finis
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The next morning, Saturday, Becca woke up thinking about her mom. As she helped the Shea family clean up from the party the night before, she continued wondering if sex with her mother would be as much fun as it appeared all her friends were having with their moms.
Donna could see her daughter’s best friend was preoccupied, and she could guess the reason. They had discussed Becca’s relationship with her mother, mostly as it related to the possibility of incest between them, and she knew the girl hoped to broach the subject with her mom when she got home.
She pulled the teenager aside to talk to her before the girl left for home — and the frank sexual discussion she planned to have with her mother.
“Thinking about your mom?” she asked.
Becca sighed deeply. “Yeah. Is it obvious?”
“Well, to me it is, but I’m the only one who knows unless you talked to Carolyn about it.”
“No, I haven’t talked to Carolyn yet.”
“Are you going to?”
“Eventually.”
“How do you feel this morning about the idea? Are you still feeling neutral about it?” Donna asked.
“I’m not sure, exactly. On the one hand, I keep thinking she’s my mother. On the other hand, I know she is a vibrant and sexy woman. She had me when she was only fifteen, so she’s only thirty-two now, not exactly an old maid. My dad married her when they got out of school, and they’re happy. I know they probably enjoy sex with each other.”
“Oh, definitely. I’ve seen the way your mom looks at your dad.”
“And that’s the other thing. What if she’s just not into women at all, much less girls my age?”
“That’s possible. It’s just something you will have to talk about — if it’s important enough to you to know.”
Becca looked into Donna’s eyes. There was a love there she recognized. She had always been like another daughter to Donna. But there was something else as well. Not exactly love, but its next of kin.
Desire.
She could see it in the woman’s gaze and suddenly knew if she leaned over and kissed Donna, they would be naked and making love within sixty seconds.
Becca realized she loved this woman like a mother, just as Donna loved her like a daughter. Then Becca thought how much she loved her own mother. The woman who gave birth to her when she was only fifteen and insisted on keeping and raising, despite the hardships she knew that would involve.
Her pussy was getting wet and a soft throbbing had begun in her loins. Then it occurred to Becca that it was not the thought of making love with Donna that had set her pussy to such a strong simmer.
It was her mom. Her flesh and blood mother.
Tears began to pool in her eyelids as she accepted this. She knew she would have to discuss this with her mom and hope she didn’t kick her out of the house forever.
What if she’s disgusted by it? What if she hates me?
“She won’t hate you,” Donna said. Becca hadn’t been aware she’d spoken these thoughts aloud. “And she won’t be disgusted,” Donna continued. “She might turn you down, but I know your mother pretty well. Not sexually, but on a personal level. And there is nothing you could say or do to make her love you any less than she does right now. I can guarantee that.”
“How should I start the discussion?” Becca wanted to know.
“If I were you, I would tell her about you and Carolyn first. See how she reacts to that. Then you can take it further. I do ask one thing, though.”
“What?” Becca asked.
“Please do not reveal the sexual relationship I have with Candace and Carolyn, or Daphne either, for that matter. She may accept your desires for her, but if she knows for certain that we are incestuous, she could involve the law.”
“I won’t say a word about that. I’ll just feel her out on the subject of incest, see what she thinks of it. If her attitude is more positive, I’ll confess I have thoughts about her.”
“She may guess that before you confess it,” Donna said. “She may guess a lot of things.”
“How so?”
“Because, why else would a sexy, sensual girl discuss incest with her mother?”
“I see your point,” Becca said, looking down at her hands.
“But don’t let that discourage you. I promise you, your mother might be distressed by this news, but she won’t disown you or anything like that. She went through a great deal just to keep you.”
“I know.”
“Then let that knowledge guide you. She loves you more than breathing.”
Forcing a smile, Becca leaned over and kissed Donna without using her tongue, which was a slight struggle, considering how horny she was now. That mere fact helped her with understanding that she had to do this, regardless of the consequences.
After saying good-bye to everyone else, she left for home.
“Is something wrong with Becca?” Carolyn asked after she’d gone.
“Not really. She just has something on her mind.”
“Is she upset about something to do with last night? Does she regret it?”
“Certainly not. She came to me about it because I’m a mother. She told me she will tell you about it soon, but first she has to figure something out.”
“What?!” Carolyn asked, frustrated that her best friend went to her mom before coming to her with a problem.
“I’m not at liberty to say, honey. Just know she’s fine and she’ll probably call you later today or come by.”
A thought occurred to Carolyn based on something her mom had said — She came to me because I’m a mother.
“Oh, my God! Is she pregnant?!” Carolyn asked, panic in her eyes.
“No, dear. Nothing like that,” Donna said, and had to chuckle. “She’s a virgin as it relates to sex with men. You know that.”
“Why won’t you tell me?”
“Because she wants to keep it a secret between us right now.”
“You could still tell me!”
“Then how would you know you could trust me with a secret yourself?”
Carolyn hadn’t considered that. Still, she sat on a sofa, pouting. “Well, I hope she calls me soon.”
********
Becca entered her home to find her mom and Gina in the living room, chatting. She didn’t know where Lynn and Lori were, but she guessed they were still asleep. Becca’s father, who managed a local hardware store, was at work, Saturday being one of their busiest days. Evan, Gina’s husband, did not come on this trip with them.
Gina smiled brilliantly at her niece when she walked into the room.
“I was just telling your mom what a wonderful party it was last night. She’s jealous she wasn’t asked to join us.”
Becca blushed. She could feel the warmth of her blood rushing through her body to redden her cheeks and cause her entire body to become flush with embarrassment. Had Aunt Gina told her about everything?!
Gina smiled at Becca and stood up to leave the room. As she passed Becca, she hugged her and whispered directly in her ear, “Of course, I didn’t tell, silly!”
“Come sit, honey,” her mom said.
“I’m going up to see if I can wake the dead,” Gina said, meaning Lynn and Lori, of course. As she exited the room, she called back, “I’ll be back down soon for some more of your fabulous coffee, Cassy.”
“It’s not as good as your coffee cake,” Becca’s mother, Cassy, replied.
“So how was your week with Carolyn?” her mother asked.
Becca hesitated for a second and decided she needed to get into it quickly or chicken out.
“Mom, I kinda have to talk to you about something.”
Cassy looked at her daughter with a furrowed brow, realizing something serious had happened. “What is it?” she asked.
“Well, you know I’m seventeen, right?” Becca blushed again. What a stupid opening!
“Of course.”
“And I know you had me when you were fifteen.”
“Oh, my God! Are you pregnant?!”
The shock on her mother’s face surprised Becca. She hadn’t realized that comment would suggest she was facing the same dilemma her mom had.
“No! No!” she reassured her. “I’m definitely NOT pregnant!”
Cassy breathed a sigh of relief. “Okay. Sorry to react that way, but while I wouldn’t take anything in the universe for you, and nothing you could ever do or say could make me want to disown you or anything, I don’t want to see you have to deal with a baby at your age. I want your life to be easier than mine was.”
“Don’t worry, Mom. I’m not pregnant and I won’t get pregnant until I’m ready.”
“Alright. I’m sorry if I overreacted. I’m sure you have something you need to say. I won’t interrupt again. Go on.”
Becca thought about her mom’s own words just seconds before. If true, they were reassuring.
“Did you mean that when you said nothing I could do or say would make you hate me?”
“Well, I think I said ‘disown,’ but yes. That’s true. I definitely meant it. Honey, what’s wrong?” Cassy could feel her throat tighten, wondering what awful news her daughter had that made her ask that.
“Um,” Becca began. Well, here goes nothing, she thought to herself. “I have a confession. Several in fact.”
“Go on.”
“I’m trying.” Becca took a deep breath to prepare herself. “Mom, I… um… I masturbate a lot.”
Cassy smiled and breathed again. “Is that all? Oh, honey, I don’t mean to make light of your confession, but I already know that. I have for some time now.”
Becca thought her mom’s reaction was a good one. She obviously didn’t care if she got herself off.
“But there’s more,” the teenager added, looking down at her hands and fighting back the tears.
Cassy couldn’t seem to make out where Becca was going with this confession. She’d known for a long time that Becca was masturbating. She had accidentally walked in on her once when she was busy doing just that and her daughter hadn’t seen her enter the room. She had stepped back, quietly closing the door, and gave her daughter time to finish and get herself cleaned up before she called her downstairs. She remembered standing outside Becca’s bedroom, listening to her daughter as she came. That had been when she was only ten, and Cassy had been surprised she could climax. There had been more, but she pushed the memory away.
Instead, she wondered what was so bad that her daughter was afraid to tell her about it?
“Whatever it is, we can work it out, sweetie. Just say it,” Cassy prompted her.
“Carolyn and I are…” she hesitated and looked at her mom. She could see her mom had figured it out already from that, but she forced herself to say it. If she couldn’t say this, how would she ever say the rest? “We’re lovers.”
Cassy pulled Becca to her and held her. She was only slightly surprised. She had suspected as much for some time now.
“How long have you two been lovers?” Cassy asked.
“A couple of months.”
This did surprise Cassy. She would have thought the girls had started fooling around a year ago, maybe longer.
“Well, I hate to sound like a mom who is fine with her daughter having sex with a girlfriend, but I would have guessed a lot longer than that.”
Becca stared at her mom, wide-eyed. “Really?!”
“Really.”
“You’re not mad?”
“Why should I be mad? You’re nearly an adult and it’s not as if I don’t understand feelings like this. As you mentioned, I wasn’t exactly virginal when I was young. Even younger than you are now.”
Okay, Becca thought, there’s the opening I need. “Mom, can I ask you something… you know… like… personal?”
Cassy figured Becca deserved to ask some personal questions of her. After all, she had just been given quite a bit of information about Becca’s private life, even if she’d suspected it before.
“Okay. What?”
“Um… you had sex with Daddy when you were barely fifteen.”
“I think we established that years ago.”
“So obviously you were… like… well… sexually aware, right?”
“Honey, I’m not sure what you mean by that.”
“I mean… well… you got… you know… turned on, right?”
“Yes, of course. And, honey, I hate to break it to you, but I still do.”
“I know. It’s just that… well… you masturbated, right?”
Cassy couldn’t say she was surprised at this question either, but it was definitely personal. Still, Becca had said the questions she wanted to ask were personal and Cassy had agreed to answer them, so she answered truthfully.
“Same response,” she said.
“Huh?” Becca asked, confused.
“Yes, of course… and I still do.”
“Oh,” Becca said and swallowed hard to try to quell some of her nerves.
“Is that all you wanted to know?”
“Not exactly. Are you okay with these questions?” Becca asked, hoping her mom would continue.
“Well, they are personal, but you warned me ahead of time, and I said I’d answer them. If they become too personal, I’ll tell you.”
“Fair enough,” Becca said and continued, buoyed by her mother’s responses so far.
“How old were you… you know… when you started?”
“Masturbating?” Becca nodded. “Young. I discovered those pleasures when I was five or six, but I didn’t have an orgasm until I was around eleven.”
Becca nodded again before continuing. “Did you ever… um… imagine yourself with anyone?”
“When I was older, yes.”
“Did you ever imagine yourself with…another girl?”
Cassy, thinking her daughter was seeking reassurance for her sexual desires for other girls, did not mind answering honestly about this. If it helped her daughter psychologically, she would tell her everything. In an instant, the everything she could tell whipped through her mind.
She had fooled around with a friend when she was still little, maybe eight or nine. Later, she and a friend from school started messing around whenever they could. That was in seventh grade. That affair had lasted through eighth grade when Cassy had discovered boys, particularly Danny, Becca’s father and her husband. Still, she had learned a lot from her escapades with Reba. They had read some erotica and learned about oral sex that girls sometimes engaged in with each other. She and Reba became expert at that, and sixty-nine became their favorite number.
Cassy looked at her daughter, who was seeking the truth. She had to make sure her daughter was prepared for it.
“Do you want to know everything? I’m fine if you do, just be sure you don’t judge me if I tell you.”
“I wouldn’t judge you any more than you would hate me,” Becca said, aware her mother was going to tell her everything about her past sexual experiences.
“When I was little, I suppose I was what would be called sexually precocious. My best friend was too, apparently. Her name was Deanna. When we were lttle, we would explore each other’s body and hump each other, touch each other ‘down there’ and basically had a little girl lesbian affair. It never got beyond that, and we never had an orgasm together. Or at least I didn’t. I don’t think she did, though I’m certain that later in life she began to enjoy them as much as I did.”
Becca was mesmerized with this story and listened intently. “What happened to her?”
“Her father got a promotion and they had to move. Anyway, by the time I was in seventh grade, I was very experienced in getting myself off. I had a friend, Reba. She spent the night one night, and I sort of messed around with her when I thought she was asleep. Turns out she wasn’t, and when she started giggling, I realized I’d been caught, but that she liked it. We ended up doing lots of things together, and over the next few years, it became a full-fledged affair. We did everything. Have you and Carolyn gone down on each other?” Becca nodded. “So did Reba and I. I must have been good at it because she would come and come and come. I know she was good at it.”
Becca had to restrain herself from reaching down and touching herself.
“What happened to her?”
“I met your father. She was devastated when I started dating him.”
“Reba is an unusual name. Was she named after that singer?”
“I don’t know, but you’re named after her. Her full name was Rebecca.”
Becca sat there for a moment, processing this. She was named for her mom’s teenage lesbian lover. “Did you love each other?”
“Yes. I loved her even after meeting your father and falling in love with him. In a way, I still love Reba.”
“Where is she now?”
“I don’t know. She left town after graduation and I’ve not heard from her since.”
“Then she doesn’t know I’m named after her?”
“Not unless someone else told her I have a daughter named Rebecca who goes by Becca. That was one thing I couldn’t allow because it would be too painful to call you Reba.”
“Do you think… I mean… do you ever… well… look at me and think of her?” Please say yes, please say yes, please say yes, echoed in Becca’s mind.
And now, dear readers, you are allowed a choice. It is a choice you can certainly change, but I discussed this idea with Naughty Mommy, and she thought it was a great idea. In fact, she has thought about writing an entire series in which the reader can make choices, much like the “Choose Your Own Adventure” books she and I read as children. I promise that BOTH scenarios below will be hot and should allow for at least a few reader orgasms along the way.
So… if you want this to end with Becca and her mother getting involved in an incestuous relationship, click here.
If you want this to end with Becca’s mother accepting Becca’s desires for her but not wishing to go all the way to having sex with her daughter, but willing to enjoy things in a “different” way, click here.
I ABSOLUTELY GUARANTEE YOU WILL ENJOY EITHER ENDING!!!
This will be the final chapter of this series, so nothing more will exist between any of these characters — unless they turn up in a later series, just as Gina, Lynn, and Lori appeared in this one after making their debut in “Nanny for a Night.” These characters, even those named after real people I have come to know online, ARE my creation, after all, and I can use them whenever and wherever I see fit.
I would hope you wouldn’t mind if a few of them do appear again.
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The Secret Society of the Pussycats Club, Chapter 31a
Dear Reader,
You clicked the choice that Cassy has an incestuous relationship with her daughter, Becca. You will find the ending you chose below, after a little of the previous text from the story.
Enjoy!
Becca had to restrain herself from reaching down and touching herself.
“What happened to her?”
“I met your father. She was devastated when I started dating him.”
“Reba is an unusual name. Was she named after that singer?”
“I don’t know, but you’re named after her. Her full name was Rebecca.”
Becca sat there for a moment, processing this. She was named for her mom’s teenage lesbian lover. “Did you love each other?”
“Yes. I loved her even after meeting your father and falling in love with him. In a way, I still love Reba.”
“Where is she now?”
“I don’t know. She left town after graduation and I’ve not heard from her since.”
“Then she doesn’t know I’m named after her?”
“Not unless someone else told her I have a daughter named Rebecca who goes by Becca. That was one thing I couldn’t allow because it would be too painful to call you Reba.”
“Do you think… I mean… do you ever… well… look at me and think of her?” Please say yes, please say yes, please say yes, echoed in Becca’s mind.
It was Cassy’s turn to blush. She looked down at her hands and nodded. “Yes, honey. I do. It actually scares me sometimes.”
Becca couldn’t believe it. Was her mom saying what Becca thought she was saying?
“Why does it scare you?”
“Oh, honey, I’m not sure we should get into that.”
“But that’s exactly what I want to get into,” Becca said.
“Sweetie, you don’t know what you’re saying. You don’t understand.”
“Yes, Mom, I do know what I’m saying,” Becca pleaded. “I know exactly what I’m saying, in fact. And I do understand. I understand more than you know.”
Cassy looked at her daughter, wondering, and said, “You can’t know. It’s too….” Becca kissed her mother in a way she never had before, cutting off her mother’s denial.
Leaning back after the kiss, Becca said, “I do know. I know because that’s how I look at you sometimes. At least I do now.”
Cassy looked at her daughter. The rest of the images from the time she caught her daughter masturbating at age ten surfaced. She had pushed them away before, but now she accepted them. What was more, she needed to confess them to Becca.
“My God,” Cassy said. “I feel I need to tell you about something. Something I did when you were younger.”
“What?” Becca asked, wondering what had happened that her mom felt she needed to tell her right now, of all times. She’d just admitted to her mother she wanted her… sexually. What would be more important than that?
“Honey, don’t be mad at me, okay?”
“I won’t,” Becca answered, completely perplexed.
“When you were ten, I walked in on you.”
“Walked in on me?”
“Yes… you were… well, you were masturbating.”
“And you saw me?”
“Yes.”
Although Cassy had wondered if Becca would be angry about this, what she saw in her daughter’s eyes was anything but anger. She seemed to be… well… turned on by this news.
“What did you do?” Becca asked, interested in discussing this moment from her childhood.
“I’m not sure I should tell you,” Cassy said, blushing.
“I’m positive you should,” Becca replied, her heart rate increasing with the excitement that was building.
“Are you sure you won’t hate me?”
“Positive.” Becca could guess what had happened. It was written all over her mother’s blushing face, but she wanted to hear it.
“I stood outside your door and listened as you… as you came.”
“And…?” Becca knew there was more.
“I… um… I masturbated myself, right along with you.”
“Holy fuck,” Becca said, knowing what her mom would say, but still aroused into comment by hearing it anyway.
Cassy ignored the profanity. Who was she to prevent her daughter from swearing? She’d done much more than that, and now she felt the need to tell Becca everything — so the girl could make a fully informed decision about what she claimed she wanted.
“Did you come?” Becca asked to prod her mother to continue.
“Yes. In fact, we came together. My orgasm began just seconds after yours did.”
“That’s amazing. I wish you had let me watch you.”
This shocked Cassy, yet on the other hand, it was expected, based on the confession Becca had made moments before — or at least a strongly hinted confession.
“I wasn’t aware you would like that.”
“I would have. Very much.”
“There’s more,” Cassy added, watching for Becca’s reaction.
“More?” Becca asked, wondering just how far this went.
“I used to sneak into your room at night when you were asleep.”
“Really?!”
“Yes. I would sneak in and…. well… you were always a very heavy sleeper back then. I swear, I could have knocked over a dozen things, and you’d have slept through it.”
Becca laughed at the memory. “Yes, I remember.”
“While you slept, I thought… I mean I would… well… pull your panties down and… um… look at you.”
Becca stood, unzipping and unsnapping her shorts, shedding them before sitting down again next to her mother. Cassy watched this in fascination, oddly wondering why her daughter was doing this. She stared, wide-eyed, as Becca’s hand stole down her tummy and slipped beneath the elastic waistline of her panties. She watched as her daughter’s fingers began a slow massage of her pussy.
“Go on, Mommy. Tell me more.”
“Well, for a while… I… um… for a while,” Cassy stammered, unable to concentrate on what she was saying due to the distracting hand rubbing the soft lips behind the gauzy cotton of the panties.
“Say it,” Becca said, and Cassy continued.
“For a while I just would watch you and… I would….” Cassy looked down at Becca’s hand beneath the panties. “I would do that while looking at your mound.”
“You would masturbate while looking at my pussy?” Becca asked, using the more erotic word for her center of pleasure.
Cassy nodded, “Yes.”
“You said you did this ‘for a while.’ What did you do later?” Becca asked, her hand moving a bit more rapidly as she smeared the juices across her inner labia and clit.
“Yes. Well, I… uh….” The sound of Becca’s fingers sliding around in what must be an abundant wetness distracted Cassy again. Her own pussy was starting to boil over as well. She couldn’t believe how erotic this was.
“What did you do later, Mommy?” Becca asked as she reached up through the hem of her shirt and began to squeeze and pinch her boobs.
Cassy could see her daughter’s nipples poking out and making small points in the t-shirt. Her pussy was beginning to spill its cream into her panties. “I… well… I wanted to know what you tasted like.”
“You mean you wanted to taste my cunt?” Becca asked, now using the most vulgar, yet exciting, name for her pussy she knew.
“Yes.”
“And did you?”
“Yes. I couldn’t help myself. It was so pretty. You had no hair down there yet, and the smooth lips were so beautiful. I could even see hints of moisture as I arranged your legs to give me the best view.”
“How did I taste, Mommy? How did your daughter’s pussy taste?”
By now, Cassy was so turned on, she would have fucked anything or anyone handy. She could feel her cunt sliding around on the slickness of her juices that now coated the gusset of her panties to a point of saturation. She involuntarily licked her lips, remembering and imagining at the same time.
“How did it taste?” Becca asked again.
“Delicious.”
“I sometimes taste myself now,” said Becca, pulling her wet hand from inside her panties and demonstrating for her mother. She pushed her index and middle fingers into her mouth and sucked and licked them clean.
Then she offered her ring and pinkie fingers to her mother, raising her eyebrows as she did to ask silently if her mother wanted another taste.
Cassy opened her mouth and accepted the fingers. She sucked them, relishing the flavor. Her eyes were closed, remembering when she would touch her daughter’s pussy while the little girl slept and lick the wetness from her own fingers.
The taste was very similar to what it had been then, but more pungent now. More flavorful. Her daughter’s more mature pussy was flowing with juices that tasted even better now.
Opening her eyes, Cassy looked at her daughter, only seventeen, and wanted her. She could see the love and desire reflected in Becca’s eyes as well.
“Mommy,” Becca said, tears welling in her eyes. “Make love to me. Please?”
A sudden thought occurred to Cassy. “Oh, we can’t, honey. Gina and the kids are upstairs. They’ll be down any minute.”
Becca nearly laughed, but held it to a smile. “Would you like for them to join us?”
Cassy froze. Them? All of them? The little ones too? What was Becca saying?
“I don’t understand,” Cassy said.
Becca figured if her mom wanted to have sex with her own daughter, she couldn’t very well condemn others for the same desires.
“Mom, it wasn’t just a party last night. It was an orgy. An all-girl orgy, complete with women and girls… Mothers and daughters. I found myself wanting you there too.”
“Are you saying Gina and…”
“Yes. And they love it.”
“Even the girls?”
“Especially the girls,” Becca assured her.
“Lori?”
“Yes, even Lori,” she answered, then continued. “Mom, licking a little girl… who wants it… is like nothing else in the world. It’s so beautiful.”
“But what if they come down? It would still be a shock,” Cassy said.
“Believe me, they’ll love it!”
Becca leaned into her mother and forced her to lie on her back on the sofa. She immediately began to undress her, removing the t-shirt, the shorts and panties. After those scant pieces of clothing were gone, her mother lay naked before her. She’d seen her mom naked before, but never like this. This was an enticement. A type of irresistible magnet.
Becca stood up and nearly tore her own remaining clothes from her body. When she was naked, she lay on top of her mother and started kissing her again, her tongue doing things to her mother’s tongue that it had never done before.
An erotic energy seemed to crackle in the air. This energy seemed to meld their bodies together in an effort to satisfy their frenetic desires — an aching thirst that was finally being quenched.
They heard a small gasp from the doorway to the kitchen and looked up to see Lynn and Lori standing there. As they took in what was happening, they both smiled.
“I didn’t know you and your mom did it too!” Lynn said, enthusiasm and excitement filling every breath.
“Yeah, you shoulda had your mom there last night,” Lori said.
Then Gina was there, gaping at the two on the sofa. Grinning, she removed her clothing, and the girls followed their mother’s lead. Gina started toward the newest mother-daughter pair but stopped.
“Can we take this to a bedroom? I spent half the night having sex on the floor last night. It was a plush carpet, but I think we need a bed,” she said.
“Are you sure this is okay?” Cassy asked, indicating Lynn and Lori.
“Are you kidding? Just wait until they get their mouths on you. It’s like opening the floodgates and letting the orgasms begin.”
The five of them mounted the stairs and ended up in Cassy’s bed.
“Can we take turns sitting on your face?” Lori asked Cassy.
“Maybe in a minute,” Gina said. “Let’s allow the mother and daughter to seal their relationship.”
Gina and her daughters watched as Becca and Cassy got into the sixty-nine position. Becca was not aware how much her mother loved this position with another woman, but she wanted to make love to her mom while her mom made love to her.
Sliding her tongue into her mother’s pussy for the first time, Becca felt all the worry and anxiety melt away, replaced by pure lust. She couldn’t believe she was as wet and horny as she was, considering how much sex she’d had the night before, not to mention the sex with Carolyn and her family all week.
Becca felt her mother’s tongue enter her, fucking in and out of her soaked vagina, licking the cream up, her mother’s tongue scooping the nectar up and swallowing it.
Despite all the sex the past week, Becca could tell she was about to explode, and based on Cassy’s gyrations, Becca knew her mother wasn’t far behind.
Becca began licking and sucking her mother’s pussy while playfully touching Cassy’s butthole. She hoped her mom liked being touched there.
The fact her mom spiraled straight into a powerful orgasm as soon as her daughter touched her rosebud told Becca all she needed to know about that.
Within seconds, Becca was slamming into her own climax. She felt wave after wave of mind-numbing tremors cascading throughout her body, seeming to spiral out from her clitoris. This seemed to go on for several minutes, and it may well have. The teenager was too involved in the delicious tremors to notice the passing of time.
When the mother and daughter moved to where they could kiss and fondle one another, they looked at Gina and her daughters.
“Top that!” Cassy said, before turning to her daughter for a lover’s kiss.
“Welcome to the club!” Lori said.
“What club?” asked Cassy.
“Our new club!” Lynn shouted, taking over for her sister. “There are lots of members. It’s called The Secret Society of the Pussycats Club! And now you’re a member too!”
With that, Gina and her girls fell onto the bed and began doing their best to top what Becca and her mother had done moments before. As Cassy and Becca watched, they felt new moisture begin to fill their pussies, and soon they were all involved in a frenzy of lesbian incest.
Still, nobody was able to declare a winner, exactly. After all was said and done, they all felt like winners.
And that was exactly as it should be.
I certainly hope you enjoyed this ending!! Let me know in the comments if you did!
THE END
Cheryl Taggert
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The Secret Society of the Pussycats Club, Chapter 31b
Dear Reader,
You clicked the choice that Cassy chooses not to have an incestuous relationship with her daughter, Becca, although SOMETHING hot does happen. (I can’t leave you hanging!). You will find the ending you chose below, after a little of the previous text from the story.
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Becca had to restrain herself from reaching down and touching herself.
“What happened to her?”
“I met your father. She was devastated when I started dating him.”
“Reba is an unusual name. Was she named after that singer?”
“I don’t know, but you’re named after her. Her full name was Rebecca.”
Becca sat there for a moment, processing this. She was named for her mom’s teenage lesbian lover. “Did you love each other?”
“Yes. I loved her even after meeting your father and falling in love with him. In a way, I still love Reba.”
“Where is she now?”
“I don’t know. She left town after graduation and I’ve not heard from her since.”
“Then she doesn’t know I’m named after her?”
“Not unless someone else told her I have a daughter named Rebecca who goes by Becca. That was one thing I couldn’t allow because it would be too painful to call you Reba.”
“Do you think… I mean… do you ever… well… look at me and think of her?” Please say yes, please say yes, please say yes, echoed in Becca’s mind.
“In a way, I do, yes. After all, you are named after her.”
“Yes, I know, but… well… do you ever find me… sexy?”
Cassy wondered where this might be leading. Yes, she thought her daughter was sexy, but that didn’t mean she found her desirable, at least on a personal level. Was her daughter suggesting incest? Again, she answered truthfully, but chose not to elaborate. She was curious just where this was leading.
“Of course, I do. You’re my daughter and you are very beautiful. I’m sure many other people find you sexy, too.”
Becca was frustrated that her mom seemed to be missing the point of her questions. She was answering them, well, as a mom would, not as a potential lover.
“Mom, I don’t mean, like, how a mom looks at her daughter and thinks to herself what-a-beautiful-daughter-she-has kind of sexy.”
Cassy needed Becca to go ahead and say whatever it was she did mean. She didn’t want to suggest her daughter was interested in an incestuous relationship if that wasn’t what she meant with her questions. To do so would embarrass them both if Cassy had it wrong.
“Honey, just come out and say exactly what it is you are wanting to know from me. I have my suspicions, but I don’t want to go there if that isn’t what you mean. It would be very embarrassing for you and me both.”
“Well, you see, Mom… some of my friends are… uh… you know… into their moms… and… um… their moms are into them too.”
Cassy realized she had to use the “I” word to make sure.
“Honey, are you talking about mother-daughter incest?”
Blushing, Becca just nodded while searching her mother’s eyes for a clue to how that affected her.
Cassy had certainly heard of such things, and if she’d heard of them, they were certainly happening, and apparently Becca knew at least one person who was, indeed, having sex with her mother. She wondered if it might be Carolyn and Donna, not that she cared what the two of them did. If they were happy with it, who really cares what they do together?
But sex between herself and Becca? That thought had never crossed her mind. She had to admit, however, it was not as much of a turn-off as she would have thought. After all, she had accidentally witnessed her daughter masturbating when Becca was ten, and the knowledge her daughter had discovered her sexuality had even led to Cassy masturbating a few times remembering it. She didn’t like to think about that, however, and had already pushed those thoughts away once during this conversation.
But still, it wasn’t for her. She could no more go down on Becca than she would willingly stick her head into a fire.
“Oh, honey,” Cassy said, trying to do her best not to embarrass or shame Becca for having those thoughts. “I love you so much, but I could never, well, do that. I find you sexy, yes, and I must admit to you that while the idea is not my cup of tea, I’m fine if someone else does that, as long as it isn’t coercive or being forced by one person on another.”
Becca felt all the wind go out of her. “So you don’t find me sexy in that way?”
“No, honey, I don’t.”
As Becca burst into tears, Cassy realized just how much this meant to her daughter. She knew that at seventeen, Becca was still searching for her own identity, trying to blindly find her way in life, as all teenagers do. Her own search had been a difficult one, and she still longed for some female companionship. Just not with her daughter. Still, she could see that Becca was very hurt from this rejection.
“Sweetie, don’t cry. Really. It’s not you. It’s just that, well, I have these limits I’ve set for myself. Believe me, if you weren’t my daughter, I’d probably have you on your back right now.”
Becca chuckled ruefully at this, wishing that this one thing hadn’t stood in the way. Oddly, just twenty-four hours ago she had thought she would never want to have sex with her own mother, and now here she was crying because her mother felt the same way she did a mere day ago.
“I’m sorry, Mom. I didn’t mean to embarrass you or put you on the spot.”
“You didn’t put me on the spot or embarrass me. I’m happy you felt safe enough to talk to me about this.” Another thought occurred to Cassy, and she decided to ask the question that had formed in her mind.
“Who is the mother-daughter pair you know who do this?”
“Actually, it’s pairs.”
“You mean, more than one? Really?”
“Uh-huh,” Becca said, nodding.
“Could you name one?”
“I’d rather not.”
“Donna and Carolyn are one pair. Am I right?”
Becca stared at her mom, realizing she had easily figured this out. Carolyn was her best friend. She’d just spent the better part of a week over there, and she’d confessed that they were lovers. And lovers talked about things. Private things. She wondered how she could have been so stupid, but what was done couldn’t be undone. She thought about how her mom had said she didn’t care if others engaged in such incestuous relationships as long as it was consensual. She hoped her mother had told the truth.
“You won’t be mad or make me stop seeing Carolyn?”
“Of course not. As long as both of them are okay with what they’re doing, who am I to complain? In a way, I’m jealous of them both. Carolyn’s very cute, and Donna is quite sexy herself.”
This gave Becca an idea.
“Mom? What if it weren’t your daughter you were having sex with? What if it were Donna, Carolyn, and Candace?”
“Candace? She’s involved too?!” Cassy was shocked at this news. Candace was only ten years old!
“Oops, I didn’t mean to tell you that.” Becca considered how tired she was and wondered if this weren’t a bad idea all around. She was making some terrible mistakes.
“Does she… I mean… Is she… okay with this?”
“More than okay, Mom. She absolutely LOVES it!”
“But she’s only ten.”
“You’ve always said that age is just a number.”
“Yes, but I was referring to adults getting older.” Cassy paused, thinking about this. “You mean she actually has sex with her mother and sister?”
“Yes.” Becca thought it better for now that she not mention their aunt.
Cassy looked at Becca. “Sweetie, have you…?”
“With Candace?” Becca asked, and Cassy nodded.
“Yes. And, Mom, I’m not kidding she loves it. There’s no coercion, no threats, nothing. Believe me, every girl I know involved in the club is well-adjusted and loves the sex they have with the adults and each other.”
Cassy was floored. She had always thought that any sex involving anyone younger than fifteen had to be rape — forced sex — and the feelings of the child were ignored. Then she focused on a word she’d heard Becca say.
“Club? What club?”
“Oh, sorry. We sorta have this club. It was Heather’s and Tina’s idea originally.”
“Who are Heather and Tina?”
“Two twelve year old girls who’ve been having sex with each other for a while. They’re sorta the ones who got this all started with everyone. It’s kind of a long story.”
“Okay, that can wait. Who else that I know are involved with this… club?”
“You won’t freak out?”
“Did I freak out when you told me about Candace?”
“Well, sorta.”
“I won’t freak out. I promise.”
“I don’t know, Mom. I mean you could really have a problem with this.”
Then it hit Cassy like a runaway train. Becca had been at a party last night at Donna’s house. Gina, Lynn, and Lori had also been there. It amazed her it had taken her so long to figure it out.
When Cassy’s mouth dropped open in shock and her eyes grew wide, Becca realized her mother had figured it out on her own.
“They love it, Mom. Don’t freak,” she said, doing her best to use a calm tone.
Cassy looked up at the ceiling, which from the living room, was also the floor of Becca’s bedroom. Becca could see her mom imagining what might be taking place up there.
“So, Mom, I asked you about what if it were someone not so closely related to you. How would you feel about that?”
“I’m… I’m not sure… You mean Gina has sex with her daughters? With Lynn and Lori?”
“Yes.”
“Do any of these children involved in this… club… well… do they have orgasms?”
“All of them do,” Becca answered, maintaining her calm tone. “Otherwise, I doubt they’d love it as much as they do.”
Cassy continued to stare at the ceiling.
“So how about it, Mom? If you can’t have sex with me, would you like to have sex with Gina? Lynn? Lori?”
Cassy dropped her gaze from the ceiling and stared at her daughter. “Have you had sex with them?”
Becca smiled. “Definitely. And I’m going to again.”
Becca had no idea where her daring came from, but she realized that was certainly a bold statement. Becca was no longer upset or embarrassed. She decided she was who she was, and nothing would ever change that. She now knew that while her mom wouldn’t have sex with her, she might at least enjoy sex with another woman or girl. Becca was going to do her best to see to it that if her mother really wanted to have a lesbian affair, she would have an opportunity, even if it weren’t with her daughter. Besides, the idea of being in bed with her mom when she was with another woman or girl was almost as exciting as actually having sex with her.
Cassy looked up at the ceiling once again. She was trying to wrap her mind around the idea that Gina was involved sexually with her eleven and eight year old daughters. And not only that, the young girls loved the sex they had with their mom, as well as with other women, some of them complete strangers.
She tried to think back to her own youth, how it had been for her. She had discovered her pussy at an early age, or at least she had always thought it was early. She thought about what she would have thought if her own mother had come on to her. She had always known her mom was something of a slut anyway. Would a desire for her young daughter have been so far-fetched?
“Are they doing it right now?” Cassy asked.
“I don’t know. Maybe.”
“What about Evan?”
“I think maybe they should be the ones to tell you about that.”
“Do you think they’d mind if we, you know, went up there?”
“As long as you’re not going to freak out about it, I think it would be fine.” Becca thought maybe this would end well, after all.
When they got upstairs, they knocked on the bedroom door. When Lynn opened it about an inch, she smiled at Becca, but then her look turned to terror as she saw Cassy there, too.
“It’s okay. My mom knows. Can we come in?”
“We’re naked,” Lynn said, blushing.
“What if we get naked, too? Would it be alright then?” Becca asked.
A slow grin appeared on Lynn’s face.
“Becca!” Cassy hissed. She wasn’t sure about getting naked with her sister-in-law and the woman’s two young daughters, not to mention her own daughter. Lynn and Lori were, after all, her own brother’s daughters as well.
“Sure!” Lynn said in answer to Becca’s offer to get naked as well and opened the door wide.
Becca looked at the sexiest eleven year old she knew. Lori was on the bed, lying on top of the covers, totally naked and grinning at Becca and Cassy. Becca could see that her little-girl slit was reddened from having been manipulated, whether by hand, mouth, or both, she couldn’t tell.
Cassy took it all in as if she’d landed on a distant planet and was trying to figure out the customs of these beings.
They heard the toilet flush in the attached bathroom, where Gina obviously was, and listened as she washed her hands before coming out. “So, girls, what next?’ Gina said as she entered the bedroom, naked. She was pinching one of her nipples.
Gina froze in place, wondering how to handle this.
“It’s okay, Mom knows,” Becca said, “and while she’s rather shocked, she’s okay with it, aren’t you, Mom?”
Cassy nodded, staring at her beautiful sister-in-law.
“Hey! You said you’d get naked with us if I let you in,” Lynn said.
“So we did,” Becca answered and began to remove her clothes. Cassy stood there for a moment until Gina went to her and began to help her undress, pulling Cassy’s shirt over her head and off.
“You really have sex with your daughters?”
“You won’t call the cops on me?” Gina asked, pushing her sister-in-law’s shorts to the floor, followed by her panties. Cassy shook her head adamantly. “Then, yes, I do,” Gina continued. “Evan sometimes watches and the girls love to watch him fuck me or even jerk off, but he doesn’t do anything with them other than that. And Becca here, is quite the child-loving teen.” Gina smiled at Becca, who was stepping out of her panties, then looked back at Cassy, who was holding one hand in front of her pussy and had an arm draped across her breasts.
“Oh, no, we must get a look at you,” Gina said, urging the hand and arm away from where they hid Cassy’s nudity from them. Gina gasped.
“Oh, my God, Cassy. You’re… stunning!” Gina said.
“I am?” asked Cassy. She’d not been told anything like that in a long time.
“Yeah, Mom, you are,” Becca assured her.
“I can’t do anything with you, honey, but you are pretty stunning yourself,” she said, giggling nervously.
Becca felt a hand taking hers and pulling her toward the bed. She looked down at Lynn, who looked eager to get down to business. Lori made room for them.
“Let’s sit over here and watch,” Gina said, urging Cassy to sit on the small settee in the room and joining her. Cassy noticed their hips touching, and it felt like a live wire had touched her.
She did not shrink from the contact, however.
“You won’t believe how beautiful this is once you see it.”
“But… it’s incest,” Cassy said. “And pedophilia.”
“So? It’s all girls — girls who want exactly what is happening to happen. The biggest problem with incest is that it can make babies with severe birth defects. No such problem here,” said Gina, brushing a wisp of hair away from Cassy’s alabaster throat. The spot drew her, but she waited. She wanted to make sure Cassy was involved with watching the activity on the bed before making any moves on her.
Cassy watched as her daughter lay back. Lori went directly to her cousin’s breasts, licking all around them but ignoring the nipples for the moment. Cassy herself loved to be teased like that, and she marveled that the eight year old knew how to go about teasing someone in bed to lead to the best orgasms.
Lynn, meanwhile, lay on her tummy so that her butt was visible to her audience and she could get to Becca’s pussy. She knew her mom and aunt could also see the folds of her little twat between her slightly parted legs.
Staring at the beautiful sight, Cassy felt as if the little girl knew the effect such a position would have on them, and she could feel her pussy getting very wet — wetter than she would have ever thought it would given these circumstances.
Cassy could feel her breath begin to quicken as she watched Lori making oral love to Becca’s boobs. The little girl finally got to her cousin’s nipples, lavishing attention on them as if to make up for the teasing they had taken.
Becca’s breathing was becoming ragged as well.
Gina turned to Cassy. “So you don’t want to make love with your daughter?”
Cassy returned the look and shook her head. “I’m sorry, but I just can’t do it. It’s not that I’m not… well… turned on watching this very forbidden sex. It’s just that… well… I can’t.”
“I understand. What about sex with your nieces there. I know they’d adore making love to you.”
Cassy sighed deeply. Her reply shocked even her. “Are you sure they want to?” she asked, and Gina nodded. “Well… I would have never thought I would say this, but I wouldn’t rule it out.”
“And what about having sex with your sister-in-law. We’re not even blood relatives.”
“Oh, I definitely think that would be fine,” Cassy said before adding, “as long as my sister-in-law was okay with it, too.” She smiled at Gina, who returned the smile before moving in to kiss that luscious spot on Cassy’s throat.
Soon, the two women were completely involved with each other. Gina was squatting on the floor, her head between Cassy’s legs as Cassy remained on the settee.
Becca, who was now licking Lori’s soft pussy and giving her clit a tongue bath, noticed her mom and aunt. Her mom was looking at her licking the young girl and obviously enjoying the sight. Lynn was still between Becca’s legs, feasting on her older cousin’s pussy as if there would never be another chance to devour her.
Becca came first. When she did, she looked at her mother, who was still staring at the spectacle of her daughter with an eleven year old between her legs licking her pussy to orgasm, not to mention Becca’s own mouth, tongue, and lips working to bring Lori to a climax as well, which was exactly what happened. The little girl humped her pussy against Becca’s face and mouth as she came.
As she watched the lewd scene, Cassy could see the little girl’s juices literally running down her daughter’s chin.
Lynn, who still hadn’t come, walked boldly up to Cassy, climbed up onto the settee, and straddled her aunt’s face, lowering her soaking pussy onto the woman’s mouth as if she’d done it every day of her life.
It was at that moment that Cassy came. She had watched the young girl move into position over her and couldn’t believe the preteen was going to do what she did. The sheer eroticism of the moment pushed her over the edge and she came. The orgasm that consumed her felt better than any she’d had in months. Perhaps even years.
As Cassy came, Lynn continued to buck her small hips against her aunt’s mouth and chin to smear her juices on Cassy’s face.
A spell seemed to have been broken, and Cassy continued licking Lynn’s pussy. The woman had been reluctant to engage in such adult-child sex of any kind, but she found she was enjoying this much more than she ever would have thought possible. Cassy thought of how she had suggested that she might do this to the young girl, but she didn’t really think she would when the chance came. Therefore, she was both appalled by what was happening as well as turned on beyond belief. Perhaps because Lynn approached her for sex was the difference, but whatever it was, she realized she now loved little girl pussy.
As Becca watched what was happening with her mother and Lynn, Gina got up and took Lori’s hand. “Would you like to lick Mommy?” she asked, and the child smiled as if she’d just asked her if she wanted her favorite ice cream. It occurred to Becca that pussy juice may be the girl’s favorite food.
Gina lay on the bed in such a way as to assure that Cassy could see what Lori was doing to her.
Lori dived into her mother’s wet slit and began to lick her, covering her mother’s pussy with her mouth and licking hard while sucking gently.
In seconds, Gina, aware she was being watched, came in her daughter’s mouth. At that moment, Lynn came as well, continuing to smear her fluids on Cassy’s mouth and chin.
Later, they all lay on the bed, catching their breath and chatting.
“Are you sure you don’t want to try out your daughter?” Gina asked Cassy. “She’s great at licking pussy!”
“I know she is, but I have to pass for now. Who knows? Maybe I’ll change my mind someday.”
“I hope so,” Becca said.
Conversation stopped, and soon small snores could be heard as they all fell asleep for a brief nap. About an hour later, they awoke, and this time Cassy licked Lori and Gina to orgasms while Becca and Lynn watched and masturbated.
Becca felt she could do okay with her mom’s refusal to make love with her. After all, she would be the newest guest at the next meeting of The Secret Society of the Pussycats Club, and that bond would last forever. As long as there were plenty of girls and women who enjoyed making love with each other like that, Becca would be just fine.
And then the teenager began to come again, watching her mother lick Lori’s little pussy.
Yep, she thought. Everything will be okay.
I certainly hope you enjoyed this ending!! Let me know in the comments if you did!
THE END
Cheryl Taggert
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The Joy of Looking, Chapter 111
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Maybe it was being naked with Cadence, a 10-year-old child, having my arms wrapped around her waist as we’d posed together while her mom and Hannah sketched us, knowing that if I slid my fingers down only a few inches I would be touching the girl’s smooth hairless slit…
Maybe it was the way Lynn had held me so tightly, or the way she’d looked into my eyes with such longing, such obvious lust, or the feel of her breath, so warm on my lips, scented with wine and passion…
Maybe it was seeing Hannah’s face between my legs later that night, glowing in the flickering light as she’d examined my sex, wanting to know me, to learn about me, to please me. The lamp was switched off but she’d lit a scented candle and asked me to turn around so she could get a good look…
Maybe it was how Kelsey, Hannah’s mum, had gazed at me over breakfast the next morning, her lovely brown eyes undressing me without shame, roaming up and down my body. She studied me the way she had before, licking her lips, making no attempt to conceal her illicit desires…
I don’t know for sure what it was, maybe all those things together, but anyway during the week that followed I was even more sex-obsessed than usual. I fantasized constantly and masturbated several times a day — in bed as soon I woke up, often a second time in the shower, yet again as soon as I got home from school — and if wasn’t allowed because of the rules to have sex with my mom or one of my sisters at night, I would masturbate in my room, making myself come again and again until finally I fell asleep, overcome with exhaustion, my fingers drenched, my pussy raw and sore.
Of course, I was able to have sex a couple of times that week. It had become our habit for Karen to drive me home on the days when I attended the advanced classes at her high school. We would nearly always spend an hour or so in that isolated area of the city park kissing and playing with each other. It may not have been full-blown lovemaking, just fondling and fingering, but it was very nice.
On Friday afternoon as we clutched and groped in the back seat of her old Toyota, after I’d already come once and Karen was trying to bring me to a second climax, rubbing my clit and sucking my tongue, she felt me flinch and heard an involuntary squeak of pain, something apart from my usual passionate moaning.
She drew her face away and asked, “Hey, you okay?”
“Yeah, yeah, I’m fine. It’s just, um, I’m a little sore, that’s all.”
“Sore? How come?”
“Well, because… it’s kind of embarrassing, but it’s because, you know, because I’ve been masturbating so much.”
“Really?” Karen laughed. “Oh my god, you’re so hot!” She kissed my mouth, giggling. “You really do it that much?”
“Yeah, sometimes I do. This week I have been anyway.”
“How come this week?”
“Well, it’s, there’s just a lot of things I’ve been thinking about. We have this teacher at our school, Ms. Firth. She’s so sexy and I think about her sometimes. And then, um…”
I hesitated, wondering if I should say anything about Cadence. Would Karen understand that? I made a spur of the moment decision to trust her.
“And, see, she has a daughter. I babysat for her. Her name is Cadence, she’s 10 years old, and she’s—”
“Omigod Julie!”
“What?”
“You like girls too? Little girls, I mean? Is that what you’re gonna tell me?”
Karen’s face glowed with excitement. I began to smile as I realized what it meant. She understood. She was one of us.
“Yeah, I do,” I told her. “I like little girls, a lot.”
“Me too!” she exclaimed, squeezing my hands. “Oh my god!” She threw her arms around me, hugging me tightly. “Now I can tell you everything!”
I got the full story. It wasn’t only Miranda that Karen was having sex with — it was her daughter too, 8-year-old Marisol. Karen said Miranda had been sexual with the little girl for several years, since she was only 5. She’d kept that hidden from her husband and had never told anyone about it except for Karen. Not long after they met, they’d somehow recognized their common desires and Miranda had confessed. She and Karen were already lovers by then, and after that it became a three-way affair.
“So, in a way,” Karen concluded, “I guess you could say I have two girlfriends, both Miranda and Marisol, mother and daughter. And you don’t think that’s weird, right?”
“No, it’s great, it’s awesome, it’s… Karen, goddammit, you have to meet my family again. You can’t put it off any longer. I can’t tell you everything about us, not without my mom’s permission, but damn it, you just have to, all right?”
“All right,” she nodded, “I will. Now that you know my secret, all my secrets, I guess I’m ready.”
“Tonight,” I insisted. “Stay for dinner tonight. Come in with me when we get home and see Kate and Molly. My mom might be there too by now. Sometimes she comes home early from work on Fridays. Please say you will. You have to.”
“Okay,” the pretty teenager giggled, “you convinced me, I will. I’ll tell Miranda I’m not coming over until maybe later.”
As we drove, I called my mom on her cell phone. I caught her in the parking lot of the law firm, just about to leave.
“I hope it’s okay,” I told her, “but I asked someone to come to dinner tonight, a friend.”
“It’s fine, honey. Who is it?” my mother asked.
“Um, well, I want it to be a surprise. It’s someone you know but haven’t seen for a long time.” I was sure she would never in a million years guess who it was.
“All right,” she chuckled. “I like surprises. But, let’s see, I was planning to stop by Hunan Garden and bring home Chinese food for dinner. Do you think your friend would like that?”
I put the phone on mute and asked the teenager about it. “Sure, of course,” she nodded.
So it was all set. Ten minutes later Karen parked the Toyota in front of our house. Our mother wasn’t there yet. Before the girl got out, she took a deep breath. “Okay, here goes.”
I squeezed her hand. “Don’t worry, it’ll be fine. Everybody likes you. We’ve all missed you a lot.”
We went inside. The first person we saw was Kate, who was on the sofa playing a video game.
“Katie, guess who’s here,” I said.
She turned and looked at us. Her eyes went wide and then a big smile split her cute face. “Karen! Oh my god!”
Dropping the controller, Kate jumped up and hugged Karen. “Wow, I can’t believe it’s you!” she exclaimed.
“Yeah, it’s me,” our former babysitter said. “I’m glad to see you again. You’ve grown up a lot.”
Kate had been only 9 when Karen last saw her, still just a skinny, flat-chested little kid. Now, more than two years later, she was taller and beginning to develop a bit of a figure. I could see in Karen’s eyes that she appreciated the changes.
“Where’s Molly?” I asked. “Is Chelsea here?”
“Yeah, um, they’re up in Molly’s room. Dana’s playing with them,” said Kate.
I went to the foot of the stairs. “Molly!” I called. “Come down here a minute!”
The door to her room burst open and my little sister came to the railing. She looked so pretty, with those abundant yellow curls framing her face. Kate and I were both brunettes, but Molly had inherited our mother’s beautiful blonde hair color.
“What is it?” she asked.
“Do you remember Karen?” I said.
“Karen? Karen?? Karen!!!” She flew down the stairs and leaped into the teenager’s arms, hugging and kissing her. Molly was always extremely affectionate, especially with our babysitters.
Chelsea and Dana had followed Molly out of the bedroom, and now joined us in the living room. They had never met Karen before, of course, but Dana knew the whole story, how I’d watched my mom have sex with her when Karen was only 14 — and I’d also told Karen about our unique relationship with the young mother and daughter, how we’d ‘adopted’ them as our sisters, though I hadn’t informed her yet about our sexual relationships with them.
I made the introductions and we all sat down. As we started to converse, catching up on all that had happened, we heard the garage door open. Mommy was home. I told the others to wait and went to the kitchen to greet her.
She came in through the garage, toting two large bags full of delicious-smelling food, along with her briefcase. I helped her put the stuff down, then asked her to close her eyes and led her into the family room, motioning Karen to stand up.
“Okay, you can open your eyes now,” I said.
“Oh my goodness — Karen!” My mother went quickly to the teenager, enfolding her in a warm hug.
I knew how nervous Karen had been about this meeting, worried that it might not go well, and I saw her blinking back tears as she accepted the embrace. Mommy squeezed her for a long time, rubbing the girl’s back, before finally holding her at arm’s length.
“Let me look at you. My gosh, what a wonderful surprise this is! You look great!” My mom’s eyes were wet too. She hugged Karen again.
We enjoyed our dinner, sharing all the yummy delicacies from Hunan Garden while talking nonstop. It was a lovely reunion. I’d made green tea, but about halfway through the meal Mommy decided to uncork a bottle of wine as well. She and Karen and Dana and I each drank a glass.
After we were done eating and had opened our fortune cookies — laughing as we all added “in bed” at the end — we sat in the family room to talk some more. Before long, Molly decided to get out her Legos, which she kept downstairs, and she and Chelsea and Dana played with them, sitting together on the floor. Dana looked so cute, barefoot in her short skirt, crouching with the little kids, giggling and building things. I could tell how happy she was to be part of a family.
Karen told us about her life, going to high school, making plans for college (she had excellent grades, had done very well on the SAT, and hoped to get a scholarship), and also about the other babysitting jobs she’d had after leaving us. I was wondering if she would say anything about what she’d done with the moms, since everyone there knew about her having sex with our mother — but then I realized that Karen didn’t actually know how much we all knew. The only thing she knew for sure was that I had seen my mom and her together. I hadn’t informed her yet about everything that had happened since then, all that had taken place between me and my mom and my sisters.
So, we sort of danced around the subject. It was really weird, because I was the only one there who had complete knowledge of everyone else’s secrets. My mother and the others didn’t know that Karen and I were having sex, nor anything at all about Karen’s involvement in an incestuous three-way with Miranda and her daughter Marisol, and Karen had no idea about our family’s intimate connections. How and when would we get around to sharing those things with each other?
I was hoping it might all come out that night, but it didn’t. Everyone just seemed a little bit too cautious. I suppose that’s not surprising, since this was the first time we’d seen each other in over two years. We all needed to develop more trust first.
At about 9:00, Karen got up to leave. She received lots of hugs and kisses from Molly and Kate and Mommy and me, and some from Dana and Chelsea as well.
“Now, listen,” my mother said to her, “we have to see you again soon. Can you come back to dinner again with us next Friday night? Please say you will.”
“Okay, I will,” Karen grinned. She got a kiss on the lips from my mom for that.
I walked the girl out to her car. Before she got in, she gave me a huge tight hug, practically squeezing the air out of me. “Thank you, Julie, for making me do this. I’m so glad I did. I feel a lot better now.”
“Good, I’m glad. I’ll see you on Monday. But, um, before you go, is it all right if I tell my mother about, you know, about you and me? I don’t like keeping anything from her.”
“Oh, um…”
“She won’t mind, she’ll be glad. You know how she, I mean, how she likes girls and everything. But I’ll only tell her about us, not about you and Miranda or anything like that yet,” I assured her. “And, like, I’ll tell you a lot more too on Monday about us, about our family, okay?”
“What do you mean?” she asked.
“I can’t say more now, but you’ll like it, I promise. But first just tell me it’s okay for me to tell my mom about you and me. It is, right?”
“Well, yeah, I guess so. I trust you.”
“Good.” I pulled her close and kissed her lips, finishing with a smack. “See you Monday. G’night!”
Waving, I ran back up to the house, blew one more kiss as I watched her drive away, then went inside, feeling very happy.
In the family room, I found Molly and Chelsea doing their best to convince Mommy we should play Undercover Spy. It had been three weeks since we’d all played the game together, our mother joining us for the first time then.
“But you kids can play it tomorrow night with Samantha,” my mom said, “while Dana and I are out with Megan. Wouldn’t you rather play the game with her?”
“Yeah, we will, but we want to play with you now!” Molly insisted.
“Please, Mommy, play with us!” Chelsea jumped up and down, her hands clasped, begging. “Please?”
“Well,” our mother laughed, “all right, if it means that much to you.”
“Yay!” the little girls cheered.
So, we played another game of Undercover Spy. Mommy was the evil scientist this time. The younger kids, Molly and Chelsea, and Kate too, seemed to enjoy the running and chasing and wrestling the most, but my favorite part was definitely the naked strip-search in the pitch black closet. I absolutely loved doing that.
We concluded the game in a pile of nude sweaty bodies on our mother’s bed, four girls and two women all tangled together. Naturally, we went straight from there to having sex. It was fabulous.
After we finished, Dana decided to sleep with Chelsea and Molly. I suggested they use my room, since it had a queen-size bed, and they agreed. Kate and I stayed with Mommy in her bed. My sister, who almost always fell asleep before me, soon was snoring away.
As I snuggled close to my mother in the dark, I let her know about me and Karen, that she and I would usually spend an hour or so in the park three days a week, kissing and fingering each other.
“There’s more too, a lot more,” I whispered, “but I can’t tell you that yet because I promised her I wouldn’t.”
“All right, that’s fine.” Mommy softly kissed me. “It’s good to keep your promises.”
“Yeah. But um, on Monday, I want to tell Karen about us, about our family, the stuff we do. I know she’ll like it, and then we can, you know, we can all do stuff together. All of us, with Karen, and… maybe with some others too, but I’ll have to tell you about that later.”
My mom gave me another kiss, this one lingering, her tongue caressing my lips. “All right,” she whispered, “I trust you. I know you’ll do the right thing.”
I returned the kiss, opening my mouth, letting her tongue inside. We pressed our bodies together, mother and daughter deeply in love. She pulled me on top of her, spreading her legs, arching her pelvis, thrusting her cunt against mine.
“Fuck me,” she urged. And so I did.
* * *
The next night, Saturday, Megan brought Samantha to our house after dinner. As planned, the 7-year-old would stay with us for a sleepover while her mom went out dancing with Dana and our mother. Molly and I had talked about asking Lindsey and Hannah to join us too, except it turned out that this was Kelsey’s 33rd birthday and Lauren was taking them all out to dinner to celebrate.
My eyes boggled when Megan came through the front door. She looked totally amazing, in a dark blue dolman sleeve sweater falling off one shoulder, spike heels, and the shortest skirt I’d seen her in yet. I swear if she bent over even one inch you could see her bottom. Not that I was complaining!
Dana gave the redhead a big hug and kiss. It was sort of comical, though, because with Megan being so tall already, maybe 5’10”, plus wearing heels — and with Dana being so tiny, not even five feet and in flat shoes, they really had to stretch for their lips to meet. Which meant I was able to enjoy a very nice view of Megan’s shapely buttocks. I had deliberately positioned myself behind her, hoping that would happen. Extremely naughty, I know.
My mom greeted Megan too with a big squeeze, although since they were almost the same height I didn’t get quite as good a show. Mommy was in a flowered oriental-style satin dress with cap sleeves. It was high-neck and knee-length but had a slit on one side showing a lot of thigh. Dana, for her part, was wearing a plaid jumper and a white button-up blouse with white knee socks and Mary Jane shoes. The little jumper was very short, of course.
It was already almost 9:00, so the women got set to leave. They told Kate and me the kids had to be in bed by 10:00 — well, maybe 10:30 — all right, 11:00, they finally agreed, but no later than that!
Then they were gone and we could have fun with our game. I’d already played Undercover Spy with Samantha twice before, but I really looked forward to getting my hands on her sweet little body again. God, I’m such a perv.
The game was a blast, as always. Kate let me take the role of evil scientist, so I had the pleasure of four nude young girls, between ages 7 and 11, crawling all over me, grabbing me, rubbing themselves on me. So very nice. By the time it ended, I was visibly creamy, and I noticed Kate was too.
But now I had a decision to make. I’d never had sex with Samantha, and as far as I knew, no one else had either. On the other hand, she and Chelsea had spent many nights in each other’s beds at sleepovers, and I knew how much Chelsea enjoyed sex play. It was possible Samantha wasn’t so innocent after all. I couldn’t know for sure, though, not without asking, and I decided not to do that yet. Better just to wait and not take chances.
All this went through my mind in the space of a few seconds as we were recovering from the frenzied activity of the spy game — sitting on my bed together, panting, giggling, cheeks red, all of us naked and sweaty.
In place of sex, I made another suggestion. “Okay, you guys, it’s still pretty early, not even 10:00 yet, so you can stay up a while longer. But I have an idea. You want to go take a shower, all of us at once? Not in my bathroom, we couldn’t fit, but in Mommy’s shower. It’s bigger. You want to? And after that, we can have ice cream, okay?”
Everyone thought that sounded great. We trooped off to our mother’s bedroom and crowded into her double-size shower stall, getting soapy and sudsy, washing each other, our hands sliding all around, fingers going everywhere. We weren’t exactly having sex, not quite, but it was a nice substitute.
Then we had ice cream, and after that, Chelsea asked if I would tell them a story. She remembered the exciting bedtime stories that had so thrilled the child when I first began to babysit her.
“One was about a big bad mommy,” the tiny blonde breathlessly told the other kids, “who pretended to eat up her three little girls, only the mommy was only joking and really just tickled them and loved them. And, um, one was about these two girls, sisters, who get lost in the forest at night. But then they meet a lady who looks like their mom, only it’s not their mom, only it is. That’s how it goes.”
Although her description of the second story — my naughty variation on the Hansel and Gretel fairy tale — was somewhat confusing, it was enough to pique the interest of both Molly and Samantha. They asked me to tell that one again. I was glad to do it, because then I wouldn’t have to invent yet another story.
We went up to Molly’s room, still naked, all five of us seated crossways on her single bed, leaning against the wall, cushioned by pillows. I was in the middle, with Molly and Kate on one side, Chelsea and Samantha on the other.
I began the tale, only this time making it about three girls, naming them Samantha, Chelsea, and Molly, of course. They weren’t sisters, but neighbors in a small village. When they came upon a cottage hidden in the forest, the morning after becoming lost, they found three women living there who happened to look very much like the girls’ moms, except for their hair and eye coloring which were opposite from reality. Other than that, the story followed basically the same plot, with the spell of the magician being broken only when each girl placed a kiss on the pussy lips of the woman who looked so much like her mother — who then magically turned back into her real mother, and they all lived happily ever after.
The kids seemed to love the story, and it also appeared to have the effect of making them sleepy. By then it was almost 11:00, so Kate and I tucked the three girls into Molly’s bed, gave them goodnight kisses, and turned out the light.
We went back to my room and got in bed together. Kate couldn’t stop talking about my story, how wonderful it was, how smart I was for devising it — and how deliciously dirty it was too, with the little girls essentially being told it would make their mothers very happy if they kissed their pussies! Molly and Chelsea had already done that in real life, of course, many times, but I was almost certain Samantha never had and likely had never even thought of such a thing.
What would happen now, we wondered… would Samantha tell Megan about the naughty bedtime story? If she did, what would Megan think? Would it make her angry, or might it possibly arouse her?
My sister and I had fun speculating about it, snuggling together under the covers, giggling and sometimes kissing. We’d decided not to make love, however, because we wanted to be sure we heard the moms come in. We were hoping something might happen between them, something sexual, and if it did, we wanted to watch.
“And masturbate,” Kate added.
“Well, yeah, of course, and masturbate,” I grinned, giving her a kiss.
Just before midnight, we heard the garage door open. The women had taken only one car, so they should all three be together. But would Megan come inside now, or would she just drive straight home?
We got out of bed, nude, and crept to the door, opening it slightly, listening for voices. It wasn’t cold at all, the house was warm, but Kate was shivering with excitement. We heard them coming in through the kitchen into the family room, and sure enough, we could hear three different voices. Mommy was asking Megan if she wanted a nightcap, a brandy, and she accepted. Hurray!
Silently, we snuck out into the hall, staying in the shadows, looking down through the gaps in the railing. What we saw was very promising. While our mom went to the liquor cabinet to get the drinks, Dana put her arms around Megan. They began to kiss, except their exaggerated height difference made it rather awkward. With a laugh, Megan sat down on the sofa to remove her spike heels, which had ankle straps — but as soon as she did, Dana pounced on her.
As our mother approached with the tray holding three snifters, she found the young women feverishly kissing, groping, and humping — Megan’s long legs already spread wide, Dana’s hands reaching under the redhead’s sweater, grabbing her boobs.
Mommy chuckled, “Well, I suppose I could drink all of these myself. Or maybe I should just jump in, get some of that too.”
Blushing, Megan gently pushed Dana off her and sat up, pulling her dark blue sweater back in place while trying to adjust her micro-mini skirt to conceal her crotch, which was almost impossible. “Sorry,” she mumbled.
“Don’t apologize,” our mother said, setting down the tray and handing the woman a brandy. “It’s fine. You can do anything you want here, anything at all. And as I said, I’d love to join you.”
“Oh, um, okay,” Megan replied, still blushing furiously.
Mommy gave Dana a glass, then lifted her own, proposing a toast. “The night is young, and so are we, young and sexy. Let’s enjoy ourselves.”
“I’ll drink to that,” Dana giggled, downing the brandy in one gulp.
Megan didn’t say anything, just nodded and took a small sip, wrinkling her nose. She’d told us before that she didn’t drink very much. Mommy smiled at the woman as she swirled her snifter, inhaling the aroma. Dana, meanwhile, put her glass down and wrapped her arms around Megan again, kissing her ear and nuzzling her neck.
“Are they gonna do it?” Kate whispered. I glanced to the side. My sister was rubbing herself, masturbating. I hadn’t started yet.
“I don’t know,” I breathed. “I guess we’ll find out.”
Our mother, who was standing, crossed over to an armchair facing the sofa. After setting the snifter on a side table, she slipped out of her shoes and then hiked up her tight dress, reaching underneath to pull her panties down. She stepped out of them and sat in the chair, spreading her legs.
“You two go ahead,” Mommy purred as she slid both hands down to her crotch. “I like to watch.”
“Wow,” Megan sighed, blushing again. Dana was groping her breasts through the sweater while kissing and licking her neck. The tall young woman swallowed a big gulp of the brandy, wincing a bit, then put the glass down and turned to Dana with a smile.
Mommy watched, and Kate and I watched, and we all three masturbated as the blonde and the redhead began to make love. This went on for several minutes, clothes gradually falling away, a top, a skirt, a jumper, a blouse… they were almost naked when Megan suddenly sat up, pushing Dana away again.
“I’m sorry, I, I just — I want to, but,” she stammered, “I just — I’m sorry, but I can’t, I mean, I’m too nervous like this, with you watching us. I’m sorry, I really want to, but —”
“Honey, don’t worry, it’s fine.” Our mother got up from the chair and went to them, stroking Megan’s cheek. “I don’t want to make you uncomfortable. I’ll go on upstairs and leave you two alone, okay?”
Without waiting for a reply, she left them, heading barefoot up to the second floor, carrying her high heels and her panties.
I heard Kate gasp. She seemed ready to panic, fearing we would be caught doing something bad.
“Shh,” I whispered, taking her arm, “it’s okay. Just wait.”
As Mommy reached the top of the stairs, she saw us. She smiled and winked, walking past us to her bedroom at the end of the hall. She went inside and closed the door, but less than a minute later, as I’d expected, the door quietly opened and she came back out, naked. Our mother tiptoed down the hall toward us, holding a finger to her lips.
While this was happening, Dana had been reassuring Megan, petting and soothing her. By the time Mommy returned, the two were starting to kiss again. Within a few minutes they were totally into it, panties off now, completely nude, running their hands all over one another, sucking tongues and moaning.
We stood in the shadows, masturbating together as we spied on them. But when Dana got down between Megan’s legs and began to lick her, our mom suddenly knelt in front of Kate and me. She kissed my pussy, licking me, tasting my wetness. Then she put a hand between my thighs, feeling for the opening to my vagina, and slowly slid one finger up inside. I stifled a groan. It felt fantastic. She gave my pussy one more kiss, then turned to Katie. While still fucking me, Mommy kissed and licked my sister’s pussy, then put a finger inside her too.
As we watched Dana and Megan make love on the sofa — now in a ’69’ — Kate and I relished the feeling of having our mother fuck us both at the same time. She went back and forth between our pussies, kissing and licking but never ceasing the movement of her fingers, that insistent pumping action inside our dripping vaginas. I was quickly getting close and I was sure Kate was too.
When I heard Megan cry out, apparently reaching climax, and a moment later heard Dana making the same sort of sounds, that was all it took. I did my best to stay quiet as a powerful orgasm jolted through me, spasms shaking my body, heat radiating from my center, warm liquids drenching my mother’s hand. Somehow, just barely, I managed to keep from screaming in my ecstasy, though that wasn’t easy.
As I finally finished — choking back gasps, sucking for air, covered in a sheen of sweat, pussy still pulsating — I felt Mommy grip my hand. She’d gotten to her feet and was leading Kate and me down the hall toward her room. My eyes blinked open, still blurry.
She took us inside and closed the door. It was dark. We heard her say, “It’s a lot of fun watching them, it really is — but oh my god I want to fuck you girls so bad!”
We fell onto her bed in a tangle of limbs, and for the next hour or so my mother, my sister, and I enjoyed wonderful, delicious, beautiful, fulfilling, spectacular incestuous lesbian sex.
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The Secret Society of the Pussycats Club, Chapter 30
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The women and girls each helped themselves to the refreshment of their choice. Most of the ladies had wine, and the girls had sodas, juice, or water. Snacks were shared and before long, they were all ready for the next phase of the orgy. The young girls were especially interested in the toys, most of them never having experienced that before.
They all sat down in various chairs and on the two sofas, with many of the younger girls choosing to sit on the floor. Carolyn stood in the center of the den and addressed the group.
“Tonight, my aunt Daphne surprised us when she arrived. We were expecting her, of course, but the surprise was a suitcase she pulled behind her. I, for one, wondered if Mom had asked her to come live with us, but no such luck.”
Everyone chuckled at this, and Donna replied, “I would, but I’m afraid your father might get suspicious when she spent more time in your bedrooms than her own,” causing more laughter.
Smiling at this comment, which was probably more true than most of the guests realized, Carolyn continued. “Anyway, she had this suitcase and when she opened it, my pussy clenched at the sight of dozens of toys and vibrators. I think my eyes may have bulged as well.” More laughter greeted this, especially when Daphne added, “They did.” Everyone was obviously in a wonderful mood, and the laughter was an indication of how close they had begun to feel in such a short period of time.
Turning to Daphne, Carolyn said, “Aunt Daphne, would you present us with your lovely contribution to tonight’s festivities?”
Daphne, who was sitting next to Becca, rose from her place on one of the sofas, removing her fingers from Becca’s pussy as she did.
“Hurry back,” Becca breathed.
“Woo-hoo!” Lisa shouted, and the room echoed her enthusiastic encouragement with comments of their own.
Daphne stood in front of the group and stuck the cream-covered fingers into her mouth, sucking and licking them clean. All sound in the room ceased, other than the sounds of breathing. Everyone was imagining the erotic experience of sucking Becca’s fluids from their own fingers. As Daphne looked around at the women and girls, she noticed more than one licking her lips subconsciously.
“Well, that was tasty,” she said, smiling at everyone. She licked and smacked her lips to emphasize this fact.
“Now,” she said, opening the suitcase and noting that all eyes were riveted on its contents. “The toys that can be found in here are available for whoever wants one. Each toy has been thoroughly cleaned with sterilizing wipes, and those requiring batteries have been supplied new ones. Feel free to explore what is in here; just don’t ask me for a recommendation. Each one is a favorite for its own reasons. As those of us who enjoy toys know, the sensations brought about by different ones are varied. That’s a good thing, since otherwise, all we would ever have is a dick-shaped dildo, as if all women want nothing more than the feeling of being fucked by a man when they masturbate.
“Personally,” Daphne continued, “I choose a toy based on my mood and the fantasy I’m having, because each one is different. If I’m feeling romantic,” she said, reaching into the open suitcase and rummaging for a few seconds to find the toy she was looking for, “I would choose this one.” She held up a soft glove, its exterior lined with a soft, washable material of some sort. She pressed a hidden button on the back of the glove, and it began to hum with the sound of the hidden vibrator that lay within the lining of the glove. “There are small, vibrating inserts sewn into the lining, lying flat in the fingers and palm of the glove,” she said, looking at the women and girls, the latter totally fascinated that such a thing existed.
“Lovely,” she added before switching it off and replacing it in the suitcase. “But it’s really more for when you’re alone, though it would be nice to have a lover massage you with it. It especially works well when I’m imagining myself with the latest girl I want to have sex with, but never have.”
“You mean every girl you’ve not yet had sex with?” Candace asked, a sly smirk on her face.
Daphne looked at Candace, displaying her own smirk. “Not every girl,” she said. “Just every girl I find the least bit attractive.” Everyone laughed again, including Daphne.
Then she continued, “When I want to have fun with someone else, I sometimes use one of my remote controlled vibrators, but some of these require panties.” She pulled one of these from the suitcase. “Still, it is easy enough to hold in place with your hand, which makes tickling your butthole easy while your friend controls the vibrations.
“Next,” Daphne said, “if I just want to get myself off over and over again, I will sometimes use one of the wands.” She held up a large body massager. A large, smooth dome sat on one end. The other end had a cord running from it. This one could be plugged into a wall outlet. Daphne showed them the cord. “One of the best things about this one is that you never have to worry about the batteries dying on you just at the wrong time, and the fact it can keep going and going means so can the orgasms.”
Ashley held her hand out to Daphne to take the wand from her.
“I think someone has already made a choice,” Daphne said, chuckling. Blushing, Ashley remained sitting where she was for the moment, holding the vibrator, not wanting to abandon the others for her own pleasure just yet. More than that, though, she didn’t want everyone to start watching her masturbate, which she was sure would happen if she decided to plug the toy in right then.
“Can I have one of the butterflies?” asked Lori. “I think they’re pretty!”
Daphne reached into the suitcase and pulled out one of the battery-operated Butterfly Traps. Lori stepped forward to get it and as she did, Candace reached up and rubbed the little girl’s bubble butt. Lori stopped and bent over a bit, allowing Candace to take a moment to caress the smooth, firm flesh and dip her finger into the crevice of the girl’s twat to lightly tweak the tiny clit. Candace noticed the eight year old was already wet.
“Can I get –” Susan began, but Daphne interrupted her.
“Actually, I’m going to let everyone help themselves to whatever they want to play with. I’m going to take this double-dildo for Becca and me,” the woman said, and she grabbed the twin phallus and rejoined the teenager.
“See? I hurried back,” Daphne said as she took the girl’s hand to lead her to a spot on the plush carpet where they could spread out and enjoy the toy.
The remaining guests stepped over to the suitcase to explore its contents and make their selection.
Ashley stepped behind Heather and waited until the young girl had made a choice, a bullet-shaped vibrator called a pocket rocket. Ashley had to smile at the difference in sizes. Her wand was enormous compared to the tiny vibrator Heather had chosen.
As soon as Heather made her choice, Ashley wrapped her hands around her from behind, cupping the girl’s blossoming boobs. “Care to have some fun together? I’ve fantasized about you since Monica told me how sexy you are.”
Heather smiled at the compliment and turned so she was facing her friend’s mother. “I’d love to.” Ashley moved in for a kiss that started out tender before blooming into a hot, spit-swapping promise of the fun to come.
Ashley guided the girl to a place on the floor beside a wall outlet, and lay down beside the slender nymph.
“Let’s start by watching each other,” Ashley said. Heather nodded. That had been exactly what she would have suggested.
The two sat on the carpet in a corner where they could watch the other, spreading their legs and staring at the wet slits that were leaking fluids.
Heather marveled once again at how much larger a mature pussy was than hers. Ashley was a slender, sexy woman, yet her pussy was noticeably bigger.
After plugging her wand in, Ashley switched it on to the lowest setting to start. Placing the bulb against her wet cunt, she jumped slightly at the intensity of the pleasure waves that swelled in her at first contact. This is going to be good, she thought to herself.
While they engaged in an activity as old as sex itself, they chatted.
“How young were you the first time you touched yourself cuz it felt good?” Heather asked.
“Oh, wow. I’m not sure. Really young, though. I was still a little girl. Seven, maybe? Perhaps even six. You?”
“About the same,” Heather said. “How old were you when you came the first time?”
“I remember I was in fifth grade, so ten.”
“What about doing it with another girl?”
“You mean masturbating or doing more?”
“Let’s start with masturbating.”
“Actually masturbating, ten or eleven. It was my best friend. Before that, though, some of my girlfriends and I fooled around some, but it was mostly kids’ games, like playing doctor.”
Heather twitched with the sensations that coursed through her. This toy was making her feel totally turned on. It felt so good! “You played that too?”
“Yeah. We always used it to get a look at each other, even though we were girls. I did play it with a boy once, though, but he wanted to do more than I did.”
Heather nodded. She understood how boys could be. Heather was thoroughly experienced with girls, of course, but she’d never done anything with a boy. In fact, she had no desire to ever try anything with one.
Heather looked around the room to see what others were up to and noticed Monica, doing basically the same thing with Heather’s mother, Cheryl, that Heather was doing with Monica’s mother. Carolyn was the final member of the Monica’s threesome. Each of them were also masturbating and looking at each other’s efforts. They, too, were taking the opportunity to chat.
“Look at your daughter,” Heather said. “How long have you wanted to have sex with her before doing it?”
“I honestly don’t know. It was something that just sort of happened, and when it did, I realized how much I’d longed for it. I just wasn’t sure when that desire started. I didn’t even know I wanted it before it finally happened. That sounds strange, I know, but it’s the truth. At least as close to the truth as I can understand.”
Heather’s breathing was becoming ragged with deep, shivering breaths filling her lungs. She could almost feel the oxygenated blood sweeping to her pussy where the small vibe was doing a fantastic job! She decided she would ask her mom for one of these.
A small moan caught their attention.
It was Becca, who had joined Daphne across the room on the floor where the two had the double-headed dildo shoved inside themselves.
“Fuckfuckfuck!” Becca said, exhaling a trembling breath. She and Daphne were riding against each other, one end of the dildo shoved into them. They bucked and grunted with their erotic efforts.
“Come with me, baby!” Daphne was saying. She had situated herself so she could watch the end of the toy plunging in and out of the teen’s pussy.
Daphne reached down to the springy latex and pushed the button hidden in the center, which was a small square of rubbery material that the two ends jutted from. The toy began to vibrate, causing the sensations flooding the women to double.
Becca could feel the approaching orgasm. “I’m gonna come!” she announced, only vaguely aware of the others in the room.
“Yes, baby, do it!” Daphne humped her hips, sliding her end of the dildo deeper inside herself, feeling the vibrations quivering against her clit.
Oh! Oh! Oh!” Becca panted, her brow furrowed in concentration. The entire universe seemed to exist only in one place: the small circle on the floor where she and Daphne were working to get themselves off.
“Uh-huh! Uh-huh!” Daphne grunted, nearly there.
“Fuck! Oh! OH! Shit!!” Becca gasped, and the orgasm took her.
Mmmmm!! YES!” Daphne screamed, drawing attention from everyone in the room.
The two bucked and heaved against each other, feeling the tremors shaking them, relishing the spasms that soared through them.
When they’d finished with their orgasms, they moved to lie beside each other, the dildo slipping out and lying on the carpet, humming and buzzing its delightful song of promised satisfaction. Daphne and Becca kissed each other tenderly for several minutes before they broke the kiss and looked into each other’s eyes.
Finally taking the time to look around, they found the others had returned their attention to where it needed to be — achieving their own orgasms.
They noticed Candace and Lori, who were lying in a sixty-nine position, but they were not licking each other, at least not yet. Each girl had a Butterfly Trap and was pressing it against the mound of the other.
These two girls, the youngest in the group, were humping their hips involuntarily to the sensations the toys were bringing their little pussies. Looking more closely, Daphne and Becca noticed that each girl had a finger inserted inside the other girl’s butt. Their fingers were gently fucking in and out. As they watched, Candace moved her head up to where she could lick Lori’s butthole. The shiver that shook the younger child made Daphne and Becca envious of the wonderful feelings Candace was giving her.
Soon, Candace announced she was about to come, and come she did. The ten year old seemed to blast off. She trembled and shook and sweated and shivered as wave after wave of pure bliss washed over her. The orgasm seemed to last forever.
Within a few seconds of the start of Candace’s climax, Lori entered her own state of delight. Her hips jiggled and the girl nearly sobbed, her orgasm was so amazingly strong. She had never experienced the sensations the Butterfly Trap was giving her, and consequently, the orgasm was different as well. Like Heather, she decided she would ask for one of these for Christmas or something.
Carolyn noticed the young girls’ responses to the climaxes that shook them and disentangled herself from Jennifer and Tina, even though they were still pleasuring each other with the toys.
“Time for a group grope!” she announced. “Let’s move into a pile on the floor where we can reach each other, kiss each other, eat each other. Whatever we want to do to the body nearest us.”
All the women and girls who had not come yet looked at Carolyn with half-lidded eyes that gleamed with lust. The announcement was an interruption, but they all smiled at the idea of being touched, kissed, and licked by a girl who merely happened to be close enough to do so.
The girls and women moved together, some crawling across the floor. Lisa and Daphne moved to where they could be near Lori, each knowing they didn’t want this fun to end without having a chance to lick the pussy of the youngest girl at the orgy.
Soon, the women and girls were a pile of hands, legs, feet, boobs, pussies, butts, lips and tongues. Each of them was involved with at least one other woman or girl.
Lisa and Daphne, aware of the intentional placements each had chosen, took turns licking Lori’s small, bald pussy. The tiny clit was clearly stiff and Lori was enjoying the attention from the two adults. While being licked by the women, Lori started out by sucking Carolyn’s boobs. Before long, she was touching, fingering, licking, or sucking various women and girls, usually totally unaware of which person she was pleasuring. And even as young as she was, she didn’t care. This was fun. That’s all she cared to know.
It was the same with most of the others. The women and girls were intent on satisfying whoever was available at that moment. Moans and groans and grunts punctuated the activities, with louder responses accompanying the many orgasms they were having.
Monica was literally sobbing, her orgasms were so magnificent. She wasn’t sure why she had started to cry, but she accepted it anyway, being thrilled by the wonderful sensations that flooded her body and brain. If someone had explained sensory overload to her at that time, she would have understood it clearly. She kept assuring everyone she was fine, that she was just having such a marvelous time. Soon, others accepted her emotional response without comment or worry.
Thirty minutes after the mass of bodies had come together to come together, they were lying back and separating enough to allow each other to get some air. They were all sated beyond their wildest hopes. Monica’s sobs settled to slight weeping before stopping altogether.
In the quiet that ensued, a sound could be heard, small and subdued. As she became aware of its source, Daphne began to laugh, though not with the gusto she would have laughed at the beginning of the orgy had the same thing occurred. It was a weak laugh, but it was as strong as her body could muster at that moment.
Mia heard it too. “What’s that noise? Is someone actually still using a toy?”
“No,” Daphne said, still laughing. “It’s the double-dildo Becca and I used. We left it on when we…” Her hand flitted through the air, as she searched for the right words. “You know…joined with everyone. The batteries are dying.”
Everyone laughed. The two had obviously been so engrossed with everything they had forgotten all about the toy they’d shared.
“May I suggest a dip in the pool to freshen us up?” Carolyn said, rising to retrieve the double dildo. Everyone agreed with her idea.
This time, swimming was what people were thinking about, but sedate swimming. Certainly nothing exuberant. They were all much too tired from the exertions of the past several hours.
On the way out to the pool, Carolyn glanced at the clock and found it was a little after midnight. This party had been a rousing success. She could tell by looking at Candace and Lori that they would be asleep within moments of placing their heads at rest, Candace in her bed and Lori in her mother’s car.
After they got out of the pool, everyone dressed. Carolyn volunteered to retrieve the clothes from Gina’s car for the woman and her daughters who had made their way into the house naked beneath large towels.
When everyone was ready to leave, Carolyn asked for a few minutes with them in the den so she could say good-bye.
After waiting until everyone was seated, Carolyn looked at the assembly of beautiful and loving women and girls. All of the mothers in the gathering had learned that sexual love between them and their daughters was fine as long as everyone involved was okay with it. The daughters all felt the same. Becca, she thought, was an apparent exception, but Carolyn saw no reason to mention that.
“Do you all know how beautiful you look right now?” she asked, unexpected tears gathering in her eyes as her voice strained with emotion. This response surprised her, and the tears began to flow.
Donna went to her and held her in her arms, trying to convey the depth of her love for her older daughter through the firmness of her embrace.
Candace, who was very tired, didn’t notice her sister’s tears at first. She’d been about to nod off in Becca’s lap. When she noticed her sister was crying, however, she looked up at her. “What’s wrong?” she asked, wondering what tragedy she’d missed. Her eyes instantly brimmed full and she began to cry as she ran to her sister and hugged her tightly around the waist.
Carolyn, aware Candace didn’t understand her tears, spoke reassuringly to her baby sister. “It’s okay, honey. I’m just happy about the orgy and how much fun everyone had. I just… well… I just love everyone here, that’s all. It kinda overwhelmed me for a second.”
Candace looked into her sister’s eyes, which were still full of tears, and jumped up, wrapping her arms around her big sister’s neck and kissing her tenderly. The sisters continued their hug once the kiss ended. “I love you, too,” she said to Carolyn.
This prompted everyone else to react as well. They rose as one and made their way around the room to each of the women and girls to express their love and how happy they were this party had happened.
Finally, Cheryl spoke up, addressing everyone in the room to express her thoughts from earlier that evening. “I was thinking just this evening as we were going outside to the pool that this is one very special group of women and girls. While I’m sure there are other groups like ours in the world, I am certainly not aware of one. I mean, look at us. We are a group of women and girls who love to make love to other women and girls, some as young as eight,” she said, looking at Lori, who was nearly asleep in Gina’s arms. “And some as old as –” she stopped abruptly. “Well, as old as older than that.” Everyone laughed, especially the adults.
“It occurred to me that with the exception of Gina and her daughters, we all live very close to each other and that it is certain this will repeat itself in the near future, and again and again after that. We’re sort of like, well, like a club. A very special club.”
A surprised gasp caught everyone’s attention. They looked at Susan and Heather, who were staring wide-eyed at each other, their mouths open in gaping surprise, the corners turned up in surprised smiles.
“What is it?” Cheryl asked her daughter, Heather.
“We nearly forgot!” Heather said.
“Forgot what?” Jennifer asked.
“We’re already a club! Heather and I decided that the last day of school! We even have a name for it!” Susan said.
“You mean the last day when I caught you two together in the woods?” Jennifer asked.
She noticed Gina looking at her, the question written all over her face. “It’s what started all this,” Jennifer said to the woman. “I caught these two sneaking off into the woods and followed them, guessing correctly what they were up to, a little girl-girl sex among the trees.”
Gina lifted her eyebrows in surprise. “Then here’s to suspicious teachers!” she said, raising an imaginary glass of wine to Jennifer.
“So you came up with a name for your club?” Lisa asked, getting the topic back on point.
“Our club!” Susan corrected, spreading her arms to indicate everyone in the room. “We called it ‘The Secret Society of the Pussycats Club’!” The girl grinned from ear to ear.
Everyone loved the name and said so, congratulating the young girls on such a wonderful club idea.
“Well, then, I move this meeting of The Secret Society of the Pussycats Club be adjourned!” Daphne shouted.
Carolyn looked at Heather and Susan. “Madam presidents?”
The two giggled at the title they now shared. “What?” Heather said.
“Say ‘All in favor?’!” Carolyn said.
“All in favor?” the two said in unison.
“AYE!” came the response, all from the adults since the kids did not understand Robert’s Rules of Order, and thus, were clueless about what was going on.
Neither girl knew what to do then. Carolyn leaned over to them and whispered to them the proper response.
“Meeting adjourned!” Heather and Susan said, giggling. The excitement had them fully awake now.
“Are you staying here for the night?” Gina asked Becca. “Or are you coming home?”
Becca looked around and saw the hope in Carolyn’s and Candace’s eyes. “I’ll stay here tonight and come home tomorrow, if it’s okay with Donna.”
“Of course it is, honey. You have an open invitation to stay with us!” Donna replied, so it was decided.
All the women and girls hugged one last time and everyone made their way out the door to their cars. Donna and her family, along with Becca, stood in the open front door and waved good-bye.
Closing the door behind them when everyone was gone, Daphne said, “The thing about a club is we need to have regular meetings.” A sly smile played along her lips.
“True,” said Becca. “I wonder when that could be?”
Donna spoke up, speaking to her daughters. “Your father will have to be out of town again in two weeks.”
They all smiled at each other, the plans already hatching. Then Daphne began to strip again and looked at her nieces.
“Anyone need to pee?”
Moments later, Donna watched in fascination as her daughters stood in the tub and peed on their Aunt Daphne. Candace squatted over her aunt’s breasts and the warm urine spilled out of her, covering the woman’s boobs. Daphne’s hand was rubbing her pussy, which was also being pissed on by Carolyn.
“I have one freaky family,” Donna said, sitting on the toilet to pee.
The next thing she knew, Carolyn and Candace both had placed their hands in their mother’s stream. Donna looked at Becca, who was not taking part in any of it, but was watching it with obvious enjoyment, as if seeing the girls peeing on their aunt and playing with their mother’s pee turned her on.
“Don’t look at me,” Becca said. “I’m just a guest here.”
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The Joy of Looking, Chapter 110
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Hannah’s mother, Kelsey, drove us to our babysitting assignment on Saturday night. Ms. Firth’s apartment complex was in an older section of town, several miles away from our neighborhood. The area was, I’m sorry to say, not very appealing. Kelsey parked and walked us up to the door, briefly said hello to Ms. Firth, and then left. It was 7:00 o’clock.
The two-bedroom apartment we entered was cramped, with a tiny kitchen, a small living room stuffed with furniture, and two mid-sized bedrooms. The place was nicely decorated, though, with big green houseplants and a lot of art on the walls. Most of the art was Ms. Firth’s own, but there were a couple of pieces by Cadence too. The child proudly pointed them out to us.
Hannah was right, Cadence definitely was cute. She wasn’t exactly pretty — her face was too round for that, her eyes too squinty. I loved her dimples, though, and her long dark hair was really gorgeous, shiny and silky. She had a beautiful complexion, pale unblemished skin and naturally rosy cheeks. Best of all, she was slim, with long shapely legs.
I was surprised to find her wearing strappy little sandals with heels, along with pink short shorts and a dainty silk camisole in a floral pattern. It wasn’t the way you would expect most girls her age — 10 years old, in fifth grade — to dress at home. I certainly didn’t mind, of course. If she wanted to look sexy, that was fine with me!
Her mom was just as sexy, or even more so.
Ms. Firth — who insisted that we call her Lynn while at her home, if not at school — was in a glittery deep blue dress that night with a scoop neckline. It had long sleeves but a very short hem, ending about halfway up her thighs. Her lovely legs were bare, and the navy pumps she wore made their length and shape even more alluring. She must have had a push-bra under the clinging dress, because her large creamy white breasts were on full display, miles of tempting cleavage pulling me in.
Lynn had her hair pinned up in kind of a fancy arrangement on top of her head with a few ringlets hanging down beside her face. When I asked what the occasion was, she told us she and her date had been invited to attend a cocktail party to celebrate the opening of a new musical theater in our city.
I tried to focus on the pieces of art they were showing us, mostly drawings and a few watercolors, but my gaze kept returning to Lynn, specifically to her chest. When she noticed the way I was staring at her boobs, she gave me a warm smile. I blushed at being caught ogling so obviously, and stammered something about admiring their artistic talent.
Lynn placed a hand on my shoulder, giving a light squeeze and thanking me, then let her hand slowly slide down my back, stopping just above my bottom, where she patted me. It made me wonder who was doing the seducing here!
Cadence led me down the narrow hall and showed me her room, her dolls and things, along with her books and more of her drawings, while Hannah stayed out in the living room with Lynn. When we returned, we found them on the sofa.
Lynn’s legs were crossed, the blue dress riding up high. Hannah, meanwhile, had her tennis shoes off and was sitting with one foot on the floor but with her left leg splayed out and bent at the knee, short skirt hiked up, bare foot against the inside of her right thigh. Although this was an apparently innocent, young girl posture, her crotch — covered only by white cotton panties — was fully exposed to the woman. I knew this was deliberate, and I was sure Lynn realized that too.
Glancing at her watch, Lynn said, “I don’t have to leave for a while. Sit down, Julie, and let’s talk a little bit.”
I sat in a low armchair, facing them. Cadence sat on the floor. There were no other chairs. Lynn slowly uncrossed her legs and then recrossed them. I got a clear glimpse of black panties. I was wearing a stretchy red miniskirt that night, along with a Rolling Stones t-shirt and white sneakers with no socks. As I made myself comfortable in the chair, I allowed my legs to part, hoping Lynn would sneak a peek at my undies. She did.
We chatted for a few minutes, and then she said, “Would you girls like something to drink? Juice, or a soda?”
“Can I have a Coke, Mom?” Cadence asked.
“No, not a Coke, honey, or you’ll never get to sleep. But you can have a ginger ale if you’d like. How about you, Julie? Hannah?”
We both said ginger ale would be fine. As Lynn uncrossed her legs to stand up, her thighs came open several inches. I was certain this was no accident, and I couldn’t help but stare.
Nothing else happened as we had our soft drinks and Lynn sipped a glass of wine — nothing except more panty flashing. There was a lot of that. I wasn’t sure if Cadence noticed it or not. She may have been oblivious, or perhaps just took it for granted.
We talked about school, and about our families. Lynn asked Hannah some questions about what it was like growing up in England. She also asked about my family, and I told her about my sisters Kate and Molly. I mentioned that my mom was single, divorced, and that we never saw our father. I didn’t say anything, though, about Dana or Chelsea. That would be too complicated to explain. We learned that Lynn’s parents were both dead and that she had no siblings. Now that she was divorced, the only family she had was Cadence. That gave me an idea, something I would talk with my mother about later.
After twenty minutes, Lynn got up to leave. Again I was treated to full exposure of her black panties. She put on a long coat, got her purse and her keys, and told us she’d be back around 11:00, if not before.
“I don’t want to stay out too late tonight,” she said. “Cadence needs to be in bed by 9:30. You know that already, Hannah. If you girls want something to eat, we’ve got Oreos and, well, you know — anything you see in the fridge, feel free, all right?”
We nodded. Lynn gave her daughter a hug and a kiss, said goodbye to us, and left.
Now I could turn my attention to Cadence. She’d stayed fairly quiet as Hannah and I talked with her mother, mostly just listening, occasionally adding a few words. She seemed content to sit and observe, sometimes giggling or smiling, showing her adorable dimples.
I wasn’t sure if Hannah was attracted to young girls the way I was. I knew she liked kissing her cousin Lindsey, but that might be simply because Lindsey was female and available to kiss, not because of her age. She’d talked to me about Ms. Firth a lot, how sexy she was and everything, but hadn’t really said anything about Cadence. For me, of course, a cute 10-year-old was irresistible.
So, what would I do? Should I try something naughty? Maybe propose a game, like dress-up, where the three of us could take our clothes off in front of each other? Ooh, maybe Undercover Spy! Hannah knew that game already. Should I suggest we play it with Cadence? Would she like that sort of thing? Or might it perhaps upset her?
No, I decided it was too early to try something as risqué as that. My lust was carrying me away. I needed to get to know the child first, establish some trust.
It turned out, however, that Hannah and Cadence had their own idea of what we should do. We went to the girl’s bedroom, where she pulled out a couple of sketch pads and a set of colored pencils. This is what they’d done the previous time Hannah babysat for her.
They showed me some of the sketches they’d done then, nearly all of beautiful girls wearing skimpy clothing. Some pieces even showed two girls together, not quite kissing but in provocative poses. There was no question at all, at least for me — these drawings were sexually charged, highly erotic.
“I can’t really draw, though,” I told them. “I’m no artist.”
“You can be our model,” Hannah said.
“Me? I’m not a model, either. I’m too short, for one thing.”
“That doesn’t matter. You’re pretty, and you have a nice shape, doesn’t she, Cadence?”
“Uh-huh,” the little brunette nodded, looking me up and down. “I want to draw you.”
“Me too,” agreed Hannah.
So, it was decided. They sat me on the bed and posed me, and then both girls went right to work.
I was surprised at how fast they could produce their drawings. A few lines here, a little bit of shading — and presto! There I was. Within minutes they had created two recognizable depictions of me in my short skirt and Rolling Stones t-shirt. I looked even better than in real life!
After that, they suggested I try on different outfits. The notion I’d had about playing dress-up that night came true in a way, except it was only me doing it, not the other girls.
Cadence ran to her mother’s room and came back with a little black dress, a sheer pink babydoll nightie, and some sexy bras and panties. They didn’t have to argue very hard to convince me to go along now. I pretended to resist, but in fact was eager to do it.
We spent the next hour that way. I changed several times, right in front of them, and they made numerous drawings of me. Cadence brought more of her mom’s things for me to wear, almost all revealing lingerie. The poses they placed me in became more and more suggestive as I wore less and less.
I was sitting on the bed with my hands on my knees, feet on the floor, legs spread wide apart, clad only in a transparent black bra and panty set, my chin up, eyes hooded, mouth in a sexy pout — when we heard the front door open. Oh my god! It was not even 9:00 o’clock yet!
“My mom’s home!” Cadence popped up, giggling, and ran into the hall. She didn’t seem concerned at all about the compromising position I was in.
I was speechless, paralyzed with fear. What should I do? There I was, half-naked in the bedroom of a 10-year-old girl, wearing her mother’s undies! Should I try to quickly get dressed? Maybe jump under the covers and hide?
Hannah grinned at me. “This should be fun, eh?”
“I don’t know, um…”
“Don’t worry about Lynn. She’s cool.”
I was startled to see that Hannah was continuing to work on her latest drawing of me. She certainly wasn’t upset or worried.
Cadence and her mom came into the room, hand in hand, both smiling. Lynn showed no apparent reaction to how I was dressed, or undressed.
“We were making sketches of Julie. She’s modeling for us,” said Cadence.
“That’s nice,” Lynn nodded.
“Lemme show you.” Cadence crouched down and picked out a few of the pieces she’d done, handing them to her mother, who knelt on the floor beside her.
“These are good, honey, very good,” Lynn commented, stroking the girl’s hair.
To Hannah and me she said, “I’m sorry to come home so early, surprise you this way. But it’s, well, I guess it’s all over between me and Sylvia. That’s why. I knew this was coming, I just hoped it would be easier. Anyway, that’s that.”
The woman appeared to notice for the first time what I was wearing. Some of her other clothes were on the bed as well, or scattered around the room. “You look great in those things, Julie,” she smiled.
I had my legs together now, hands crossed in front of my chest. “Um, thanks. But I… I’m sorry. I hope you don’t mind…”
She waved a hand, dismissing my concerns. “It’s fine.”
Getting to her feet and starting for the door, she said, “I’m going to take off this dress. Would you girls like something to drink? I think I’ll have a glass of wine. Or, uh, do you want me to take you home now?”
Before Hannah or I could reply, Cadence said, “You wanna draw with us, Mom?”
“Oh, uh, maybe. Yes, maybe I will.”
A different expression came over Lynn’s face. She paused and studied me. Her gaze seemed to hold not only artistic appraisal of me as a model, but frank sexual interest too. At least that’s what I thought I saw.
She nodded at me, “Do you mind standing up for a minute?”
I swallowed hard, but stood, dropping my hands to my side.
Her eyes ran up and down my body. It reminded me of the way Cadence had looked at me earlier. Like mother, like daughter.
“Very nice. Very, very nice. Okay, I’ll be right back.”
Lynn left the room. Cadence found the drawing she’d been working on and picked up her pencil.
“Strike your pose again, Julie,” Hannah giggled. So I did.
A few minutes later, Lynn returned. She was holding a glass of white wine and wearing a black negligee. The gown was full length with long sleeves but was composed of several sheer layers. It was both concealing and revealing at the same time. I was pretty sure I could see dark nipples atop her full breasts, and I thought I could even make out the shadow of her pubic hair, although that was less clear. But I got the impression that she was nude beneath the gown. It definitely turned me on.
Lynn sat in a chair and did a sketch of me in my hands-on-knees, legs-apart pose, while Hannah and Cadence completed their drawings. Then Lynn asked, “Have you ever posed nude, Julie?”
“What do you mean?”
“You know, as an artist’s model. Have you ever done that?”
An image flashed into my mind of Aunt Barbara taking photos of me and my sister in sexy lingerie, even a few nude shots, but I didn’t mention that. “No,” I answered.
“You should. Your body is perfect, just right. Would you mind doing that for me now?”
“What?” I felt like an idiot, responding that way. I knew very well what Lynn was asking, but the whole situation had me flustered.
“Would it make you feel better if we were all nude? We could do that. You girls don’t mind, do you?” She glanced in turn at Cadence and at Hannah. They both grinned, happy to comply.
Two minutes later, everyone was unclothed.
We’d moved out to the living room. Lynn said the light was better there. The curtains were drawn, of course, so no one could see in, but it was amazing to think what someone would discover if they were to enter the apartment: two barely pubescent girls with small breasts and scant pubic hair (Hannah had only traces, as did I, though mine was shaved), along with an even younger child with a totally hairless slit and tiny breast buds, plus a woman, the little girl’s mom — and all four of us completely naked! What would they think?
Lynn had poured herself a second glass of wine. None of the rest of us was drinking anything. I was on the sofa, stretched out, hands behind my head, one knee lifted slightly, toes pointed. They made their sketches.
After they finished and had compared the drawings, showing them to me, Lynn said, “Hmm, how about… let’s try two girls together. We can switch off, take turns. Cadence, you go first, all right? Pose with Julie.”
“Okay!” The little brunette hopped to her feet, joining me on the sofa. “How do ya want us to pose?”
“Well, let’s see.” Lynn got up from her chair and came to instruct us. “Julie, you get on your knees, here in the middle, facing out. That’s right. Uh, move your knees further apart. Good.”
She was touching me, shifting me into position, her hands on my shoulder, my arm, my waist, my bottom, on the inside of my thigh. Although what the woman did wasn’t overtly sexual, it certainly did feel seductive!
When Lynn had me where she wanted, she placed Cadence in front of me, perched on the edge of the sofa, arms raised, hands clasped behind my neck. I was leaning forward, looking over her shoulder, my arms around her waist, nipples brushing her back.
“Perfect,” said Lynn, as she stood back to admire us.
“Nice,” Hannah agreed.
“Do you think you can hold that long enough?” Lynn asked Cadence. “Not get tired?”
“Yeah, I think so.”
“Okay. Um, try to relax your legs a little bit, let them fall open naturally. That should be more comfortable.”
“Like this?”
“That’s right, very good,” Lynn nodded, giving her daughter a wink. Then she went back to her chair, picking up her pad and pencil.
After the artists had completed their sketches, they brought them over and showed them to us. Hannah’s was more detailed, more lifelike, while Lynn’s piece was somewhat abstract, expressionistic, but both were intensely erotic, at least to my eye.
Lynn next posed Hannah and me. She had us standing side by side, facing forward, arms akimbo but linked. Our feet were wide apart, with Hannah’s right knee just behind my left. It was like we formed two X’s, slightly overlapping. We started out smiling — we couldn’t help that — but Lynn told us it might be better if we were straight-faced, looking proud or even defiant.
That was kind of fun. I hadn’t realized before that modeling could also be a bit like acting. As Hannah and I stood and posed while Cadence and Lynn worked on their drawings, I tried think of things that would give me the correct expression: stuff like the rights of girls to love other girls, no matter what age they were, or the beauty of nudity and the stupidity of taboos. I must have got something right because Lynn complimented my on the “nobility” of my bearing. I wasn’t exactly sure what she meant by that, but it sounded good.
When they were finished and we’d examined and praised their latest creations, Lynn suggested that she and I pose together, and that Cadence and Hannah draw us. I liked that idea a lot!
The woman knelt on the sofa, facing to one side. I sat between her legs, turned toward her with my legs draped over her thigh. She took me in her arms and I leaned way back while she held me up. I put my arms around her too. I was nearly lying down. Lynn pulled me close, her heavy breasts pressing against mine, and brought her mouth very close to my mouth. We parted our lips. That would be the pose: not kissing, but as if we were just about to. Oh my god, it was so hot.
As the girls began sketching us, I looked at Lynn’s face, into her eyes, then at her mouth. She licked her lips, and I licked mine too. She was breathing hard — not from exertion, I didn’t think, but from arousal. We weren’t supposed to move, of course. The idea was to hold a static pose. But I could feel her grip on me tightening. Her body was trembling. I wanted her so much right then. I want to kiss her, shove my tongue into her mouth, grab her tits, suck her nipples, have sex with her.
Obviously, I couldn’t. The woman’s 10-year-old daughter was sitting right there, only a few feet away from us. We couldn’t have sex, no matter how badly I wanted it or how badly she did. Did Lynn want that as much as me? Was she as turned on as I was? She sure did seem to be.
I hoped Hannah and Cadence would take a very long time finishing their drawings. I loved being held like this, by a beautiful sensual woman. It was heavenly.
Several minutes passed. Lynn swallowed, then licked her lips again. She pulled me even closer. Her mouth was only a fraction of an inch from mine. Her breath was warm. I smelled the wine she’d been drinking, and her perfume. I flexed my fingers, kneading her back. She did the same with me. It was almost like we were having sex in suspended animation. That’s how it felt.
Finally the girls were done. “Okay, Mom, you can relax now,” Cadence said.
Lynn and I giggled, releasing some of our tension as we gazed into each other’s eyes. She gave me a quick kiss on the lips, not using her tongue or anything, just a friendly familiar kiss, and then we sat up and disentangled ourselves.
“Okay, well,” the woman said, “let’s take a look at your drawings first, and then I suppose I’d better take you girls home. Hannah, you can call your mother and tell her I’ll go ahead and drive you as long as Cadence is still up. All right?”
It was interesting that Lynn didn’t say anything to us about keeping what we’d done that night a secret, posing in the nude and so on. She’d asked Hannah before not to tell anyone but me about her dating preferences, but I suppose she thought that this was somehow less controversial. Of course, I didn’t know much about art or artists, so maybe that’s just how they were, getting naked and making sketches of each other all the time without even thinking about it.
Anyway, a half hour later, we were back at Hannah’s house. It had already been arranged that I would spend the night there. Lindsey was at Riley’s for a sleepover. On weekends the girls in our neighborhood always seemed to wind up in each other’s beds.
It was not quite 11:00 pm. Lauren was on the sofa wearing a long terry robe, watching TV. We said goodnight, Hannah gave her mom a hug, and then we went to her bedroom. We quickly took off our clothes, brushed our teeth, and jumped into bed naked.
Our second occasion making love was slower than the one before, less rushed and more gentle, more affectionate. We did a lot of kissing again — both of us loved that — and then Hannah spent a long time between my legs, licking, sucking, fingering, exploring, asking me what I liked or didn’t like. Over the course of maybe an hour she gave me three wonderful orgasms. The girl was a fast learner. She sat on my face after that and rode my tongue, coming quickly and wetly in my mouth. Then we kissed again for a while, sharing the taste of each other’s pussies. We fell asleep in one another’s arms.
I didn’t wake that night. Either there were no loud sounds of sex in Lauren and Kelsey’s room to awaken me, or I just slept right through them.
Continue on to Chapter 111
The Secret Society of the Pussycats Club, Chapter 29
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“I’m starving,” Gina said, heaving a sigh of satisfaction.
“You can’t be. I saw you eating just a moment ago,” Lisa teased.
They all chuckled at this.
“Okay, I’m starving for food for my stomach!” Gina said, amending her comment and laughing as she sat up to stare, bleary-eyed, at the women and girls lying about the room. She laughed again. “It looks like everyone just dropped to the floor and got busy with sex!” she said.
Everyone joined in laughing as they looked around and realized it did indeed look as if they had just dropped where they were to fuck, not wishing to take any extra time to actually find a place to surrender to their desires. The funniest part was how true it was.
They rose from their places and went into the kitchen. Hors d’oeuvres were brought out. Those that needed to be heated up were popped into their new high-speed oven that could heat things up in less than two minutes.
Cheryl marveled at this piece of kitchen equipment that was not a microwave oven, so the food came out hot but not with that microwave chewiness or cold spots. When she was told the price range for what was essentially a commercial oven, she decided microwaving might not be that bad.
They enjoyed quesadillas, cold cuts, various cheeses, chips and dips, and soft drinks, water, or wine, which was reserved for the adults as well as Carolyn and Becca, if they wanted it.
The eating broke up when Tina started putting ranch dip on her sister’s nipples and licking it off.
“Let’s all take a dip in the pool or hot tub!” Carolyn suggested, and of course, everyone loved the idea. It was a very warm night, and the pool would feel wonderful after sex and light refreshments. Donna, being overly cautious out of habit, instructed the girls to avoid swimming too strenuously so as not to get cramps. Everyone got a chuckle from this, since actually swimming wasn’t on anyone’s mind.
As the naked parade moved toward the sliding glass doors that led to the pool area, Cheryl said to Donna, “Your location for this type of party is ideal.”
“Yes, I know. We have the tall privacy fence, just in case someone wants to snoop, but that’s also the best thing about buying multiple lots when we built our home. My husband and I wanted complete privacy, so we bought ten lots, creating a long rectangle. We have neighbors across the street, but nobody on either side or behind us for a couple hundred feet. Nobody can see us — or hear us!” Donna replied, giggling at a sudden image of the police showing up if they were not so isolated. In her momentary fantasy, they were all attractive female cops who would join in on the orgy.
“I was wondering why the house was all alone on this side of the street,” Cheryl said and smiled at the woman, thinking how wonderful it was to meet new people like this, especially those interested in the naughtier, forbidden joys of life. She could see this kind of party happening on a somewhat regular basis, at least when Donna’s husband was out of town, which she’d been told was fairly often. Only Gina and her daughters did not live nearby. It was as if they had their own, private club.
As they entered the water recreation of their choice — pool or hot tub — many gravitated to the places where sexual stimulation could take place, namely the massage jets in the hot tub and the filter jets in the pool.
“Mmmm… I love these water jet massages,” said Jennifer, hanging to the edge of the pool and allowing the water to hit her pussy.
“Can I try it?” Lori asked. She had never experienced stimulation from a pool filtration system before, though she had, of course, discovered the joys of her shower massage unit at home.
“Sure, baby,” Jennifer said and reached for the girl’s slim body, cupping her cute butt and allowing a finger to stray to the child’s rosebud. Lori giggled at the contact.
“Is it okay if I play with you down there while you enjoy the pool jets?” Jennifer asked.
Lynn, who was there as well, said, “If she says no, she’s lying,” and laughed. “You can stick your pinkie finger inside her butt, even. She loves that.”
“Do you?” Jennifer asked Lori, who just grinned and nodded.
Jennifer’s heartbeat increased as she worked her finger into the girl. Lori had managed to place her pussy directly in front of the jet of water and uttered a startled, “Ahh!” at the lovely sensation coupled with the finger entering her butt. “It’s…it’s just like the shower thing at home,” she said.
“Do you want me to keep my finger there?” Jennifer asked, and Lori nodded again, too involved with the thrills that were spreading throughout her body to speak.
Keeping her pinkie inside Lori’s butthole, Jennifer moved her index and middle fingers to Lori’s small slit and spread the outer labia to improve the contact of the water shooting directly at the little girl’s clit. Lori inhaled a shuddering gasp when she felt the jet striking her fully exposed clit.
Jennifer jerked her head at Lynn in a “come over here” gesture, and the eleven year old complied eagerly.
“Yeah?” she asked the young teacher.
“Would you like to help me with something?”
“Sure.”
“Would you touch me?”
“Where?”
Jennifer smiled, a mischievous twinkle in her eyes. “Anywhere you want.”
Lynn blushed at how silly her question had been, as if the woman with her finger in her little sister’s butt would want her to massage her shoulders or something.
The young girl reached down with one hand and began to finger the woman, who was wet with more than just pool water. She noticed Jennifer’s boobs were above the water, the nipples perhaps an inch above its surface, so she placed her lips on the soft globe and began to suckle her like a baby starving for her mother’s milk.
Jennifer glanced around, thinking that if she died right now, she wouldn’t know the difference, since this strongly resembled what heaven would be like for her. Her eyes fell on Tina and Candace who were nearby. Tina was positioned where another pool jet could masturbate the young girl, and Candace was sitting on the edge of the pool, her legs spread wide. Tina had her head seemingly glued to the girl’s pussy. While Jennifer watched, Ashley stepped up to Candace and offered the young girl her pussy. Candace grasped the woman’s butt and pulled her hips to her face. Jennifer could see by Ashley’s face that the girl knew exactly what to do.
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Tina delighted in the massage the pool’s filter jet was giving her pussy. She considered staying right there for the next hour but knew other things were planned for the party.
She leaned back from pleasuring her new friend and stared at the hairless pussy presented to her. She could really get to like this girl, Candace. She now knew where the girl lived, which wasn’t that far from her own home, maybe a fifteen-minute bike ride, and she hoped to be able to get with her often.
Her mouth was devouring Candace’s cunt, the taste of the fresh juices like the sweetest honey in the world. Ashley, Monica’s mother, had stepped over to them and was letting Candace lick her pussy while Tina enjoyed her little snack.
Meanwhile, the jet was doing its job as well. Tina could feel the orgasm building inside her, and was rocking her hips back and forth, doing her best to maintain the most enjoyable contact and angle.
About the same time Candace’s hips began to rock with abandon as her own climax soared through her, Tina felt her own orgasm tumble through her. Seconds later, Ashley joined them. Their moans and cries of ecstasy drew the attention of several of the small groups that had formed.
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Daphne had her hand under the water of the hot tub and was massaging Susan’s pussy, and the girl was returning the favor. She had been kissing Susan, but the sounds of coming caused her to look over and see that Candace, Tina, and Ashley were enjoying each other to the furthest extent possible.
Daphne realized she wanted to eat Susan’s delectable little cunt and, as was her habit, took action to accomplish that immediately.
“Here, sweetie. Come squat over my face. I need to lick you. Make you come.”
Susan didn’t hesitate. The thought of this sexy woman licking her like that made her pussy spasm. Squatting over Daphne, she lowered her pussy to the waiting mouth.
Daphne reached up with her tongue and delicately swabbed the clit, feeling the small nubbin of flesh while tasting the girl’s juices. Then the woman adjusted herself a bit higher and covered the preteen snatch with her mouth, using her lips to increase Susan’s pleasures. She loved this feeling of having a young girl’s twat pressed against her mouth, tasting the most intimate cream a woman could produce for the first time. She lived for this moment. In other words, Daphne was in her own personal heaven.
Susan wasn’t far behind. Her body jolted and spasmed from the contact. It was as if every square inch of her pussy was in a heightened state of awareness, able to feel the slightest touch as well as the caress of the lightest breeze on any exposed skin.
She began the climb toward what she could already tell would be a massive orgasm.
Out of the corner of her eye, she saw another group, but her mind was so involved in what was happening below her waist she couldn’t make out who it was.
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Cheryl noticed Susan glance her way. She was sitting in one of the poolside chairs, her legs spread. She smiled at her but could tell the girl was too far along toward a climax to notice.
Mia, Susan’s mother, was kneeling on a cushion between Cheryl’s legs and doing her best to give the mother of her daughter’s best friend an orgasm that would lead to more lovemaking long after this orgy had ended. Mia had always thought Cheryl was a beautiful lady.
Cheryl’s attention moved to what was going on with herself and Mia. The woman definitely knew how to please another woman; that was certain.
At that moment, Lisa stepped up behind Mia and crouched down, placing the cushion she was carrying on the cement and kneeling to where she could get at Mia’s cunt.
Cheryl could feel Mia gasp at the contact between Lisa’s mouth and Mia’s pussy. It had been an unexpected pleasure for the woman.
Susan’s climax once again garnered Cheryl’s attention for a moment as the girl screamed out her intense come. When she looked back at Mia and Lisa, who were spread out in front of her, she noticed they had been joined by someone else.
Carolyn was now moving to where she could lick Lisa. What had started as a pair of neighbors was becoming a chain. Groans and muffled grunts spread through the air, enhancing the sexual thrills of everyone there.
As Carolyn took her place behind Lisa to lick her pussy and butthole, she got a glimpse of Monica, Heather, and Gina moving around the hot tub to arrange positions to make love.
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Gina and the two young girls had been watching Daphne eating Susan to an incredible orgasm. Now that the girl had come, they wanted to get at each other’s bodies, so they moved around in the hot tub, which appeared to be boiling from the water jets. Monica thought it could be boiling from the heat generated by the two women and five young girls who were enjoying themselves there.
Gina sat up on the edge of the Jacuzzi and looked at Daphne, who was doing the same. They would each have young girls licking them and working to bring them to smashing orgasms.
Susan, Heather, and Monica grinned at each other as they moved into position to make love to the two women. Gina and Daphne spread their legs to give the girls plenty of room.
“One of us should do their boobs,” Heather said.
“Yeah,” said Monica. “Then the other two can take turns licking them down here.”
“Whatcha mean take turns? There are two of us and two of them,” Heather said, her brow furrowing.
“Switch between them. You know. Like, I’ll do one and you do the other for a while, and then we switch partners.”
“Oh!” Heather said, smiling. She liked the idea of being able to compare the two women’s pussies.
“Are you okay with licking and sucking their boobs?” Monica asked Susan.
“Sure,” she said, and moved to begin making love to the four mounds of flesh.
As Susan began licking Daphne, she used her hands to pinch the nipples of the ladies as well.
Daphne had large nipples, big enough that they covered an area several inches across. The center of each nipple was rather small, though, but they stuck out from the woman’s titties about a quarter of an inch. It was the areola that were so big. Susan tongued the woman’s left nipple.
Because Daphne was on Gina’s right, the girl could reach out with her left hand and play with Daphne’s right breast while playing with each of Gina’s breasts with her right hand. She listened to the women’s breathing as their bodies responded to the girls’ lovemaking.
Heather started with Gina and Monica began with Daphne. Neither girl had ever done anything with either of these women. Like the adult women, these girls enjoyed “new” partners. They loved comparing how women’s bodies were so different.
Both Gina and Daphne were shaved and waxed to remove any stubble. Their pussies were as smooth as when they were little girls, but they were much larger now. Monica and Heather considered it to be just more flesh to make love to. But the difference was notable.
Not only that, but while Monica or Heather certainly got wet, these adult women would flood their pussies with cream.
And these two girls loved the taste of a woman’s cream.
Gina raised her butt from the Jacuzzi’s edge to meet Heather’s mouth as it slurped up the woman’s juices and sent her tongue into the creases of the horny woman’s vagina. Heather took advantage of this quick move to move her hands to cup Gina’s butt cheeks and use her thumbs to gently massage the tiny butthole.
Gina gasped and moaned slightly at this wonderful contact, whispering, “Oh, God, yes” to encourage Heather.
Monica pushed two fingers into Daphne’s pussy and finger-fucked the woman slowly. Her mouth glued itself to the pussy and drank the fluids that fairly dripped from deep inside the vagina.
Susan had moved to suck, lick, and chew Gina’s boobs. Gina had brown nipples. The center of each nipple stuck out at least an inch. The young girl moved from one tit to the other, hungrily making oral love to them and wishing that she could actually get milk from them.
Soon, the women were approaching orgasms. Heather and Monica had switched back and forth several times and were becoming familiar with the differences in the two women’s cunts.
They noticed already that while the flavor was basically alike, there were slight differences. Daphne’s pussy cream had a stronger taste than Gina’s. Her scent was slightly stronger as well.
Heather could feel Monica’s hand grasping at her hips, attempting to raise the girl’s butt out of the water of the hot tub. When Heather complied, Monica began to massage the other girl’s pussy while licking Daphne’s pussy. Monica had raised her butt and pussy up as well, and Heather took the hint, copying Monica’s hand movements as well. Neither young girl was close yet, but with the sexual frenzy all around them, it wouldn’t take long.
While the three youngsters made love with the two women, they could hear moans coming from all over the pool area.
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Donna and Becca had spent a long time just kissing, their tongues exploring each other’s mouths. They were sitting on an outdoor loveseat, their arms around each other. Neither was in a hurry to come; they knew there would be ample time for that. Instead, they were just enjoying the feel of relaxing with each other.
They broke the kiss, and Becca sat beside her best friend’s mother. Donna could tell something was on the girl’s mind.
“Is everything okay? This isn’t too much for you, or anything, is it?”
Becca looked at the woman and smiled. “No, definitely not. I could do this every weekend except when I’m on my period.”
Donna smiled. “Well, something’s on your mind.”
“I guess it’s just.” She paused, searching for the right words and realizing Donna was just the person to talk to about this.
“Just what?” Donna asked, urging her to talk.
“Can I ask you something personal? Really personal, actually.”
“Sure, hon.”
Becca looked at her lap instead of at Donna. She couldn’t meet her eyes when she asked this. “How long did you think about having sex with Carolyn and Candace before you did it?”
Donna was surprised by the question. Shocked even. It was the last thing she expected Becca to ask her.
“To be honest, I’m not sure. The idea really didn’t occur to me until the day it happened.”
“You hadn’t, you know, thought about it before?”
“Well, I’m not sure you’d call it thinking about sex with my daughters. I just noticed they were growing up, especially Carolyn.”
“Did you ever…you know…fantasize about them?”
Donna sat thinking for a moment. She definitely recognized their beauty and had seen their sensuality, even in Candace, who was still only ten. She knew that Carolyn masturbated and had sort of pictured it before in her mind, but while she hadn’t gotten horny thinking about it, she did enjoy the image. She explained this to Becca.
“Okay,” Becca said when Donna had finished her explanation, at least the only one she could offer.
“What’s up, honey? Tell me. Maybe I can help.”
Becca heaved a sigh. “Well, it’s just that Carolyn and Candace have wanted to have sex with you for ages. I never really thought of my mom like that, but I’m kinda wondering if she’s ever thought about it. And then the other girls came over tonight, and they all are having sex with their moms. I’m the only weirdo here.”
Donna laughed. “Sweetheart, I don’t know that I’d call you a weirdo for that. Yes, you are the only one here not involved in an incestuous relationship with your mother. But that doesn’t make you weird. Most of society would say the rest of us are the weird ones.”
“I know, but most of society doesn’t hang out with the same crowd I do.”
Donna chuckled again.
“I’m being serious,” Becca protested.
“I know. I’m not laughing at you in that way. I just think it’s kinda funny that we are considered the weirdos, but look at how happy we all are.”
“That’s my point. I’m wondering if I’d be happier if I had a relationship with her the way Carolyn has with you.”
“Look around, Becca. The people here are having the time of their lives. There’s not one person here who’s not having fun. Well, except for you, but I know that will change in a few minutes when we reach a conclusion about this.”
“It’s just that my mom is basically the only really close relative I could have sex with. I know Gina’s my dad’s sister, and her daughters are my cousins, but I’m talking about really close incest.” Becca paused, thinking. “I wish I had a sister,” she said.
“In a way, you do.”
“Who?”
“Carolyn.” Donna considered for a moment. “Not to mention Candace. She absolutely adores you!”
“I guess so, but I wish I knew what my mom thought about me and, well, sex.”
“With her?”
Becca nodded.
“Well, you could ask her yourself, you know.”
Becca looked at Donna as if she’d just suggested jumping into a bonfire.
“I’m serious. I don’t mean go up to her and say, ‘Hey, Mom, what do you say we try out some sex with each other?’ I mean you can have a heart-to-heart discussion about sex and desire. I’m willing to bet she’d be amenable to that, at least. I’m sure she knows you have sexual feelings. My God! You’re seventeen. Sex is supposed to be practically all you think about.”
“Practically?” Becca asked, smiling. “More like 100% of the time.”
“True. You do have a wonderfully active libido. And who knows? Maybe if you two talk about sex and desire, the situation will present itself that the two of you can be even more honest with each other.”
Becca smiled at the mother of her best friend and leaned forward for a kiss.
The kiss went from tender to passionate in no time. Soon Becca was laying Donna back on the loveseat and positioning herself so the two of them could hump each other’s thigh. It was one of Becca’s favorite ways to have sex with another girl. Donna, too, recalled when she and Daphne used to do the same when they were children.
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All of the women and girls managed to reach a climax in the ensuing minutes. They stayed where they were when the afterglow of sex set in.
Then Carolyn was up and being the party’s hostess once again.
“Let’s go back inside and get more refreshments. Then we can explore the suitcase full of toys my aunt brought with her.”
“What kind of toys?” Lori asked, and the adults laughed.
“The kind every woman…and girl…loves!” Daphne said, and bowed when spontaneous applause greeted her words.
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