While Megan tied a black cloth securely over my mother’s eyes, blindfolding her, Paula and Dana selected five naked girls for Mommy to identify if she could — using touch only, in the Nipple Test. Chosen this time and arranged in a line were Molly, Bridget, Ashley, Sarah, and me.
But then, just as Megan began to spin my mom around, Dana said, “Wait, let’s make it harder.”
She went back and drew out five more girls, adding Hannah, Kate, Samantha, Alexa, and Riley to the group, interspersing them with us. Then Megan led my mother to the first one in line, who was Hannah, and placed her hands on the 13-year-old’s small breasts.
“Can you tell who that is?” Megan asked.
Without saying anything, my mom started to fondle Hannah, obviously relishing the opportunity to play with her lovely little boobs — especially in front of all these other girls! She pulled and pinched and gently twisted the erect pink nipples, causing Hannah to shiver with arousal.
“Uh-huh,” Mommy nodded, smiling. “This is Hannah, definitely.”
“Okay, um, let’s go on to the next one,” said Megan.
Second in line was Molly, and it took our mother only a moment to state the fact. “Oh, of course. I’d know these cute little boobies anywhere. It’s my beautiful daughter Molly.”
Mommy didn’t move on right away, though. Instead she spent several more seconds tweaking and caressing my little sister’s puffy nipples. Megan almost had to drag her away. But finally they stepped over to the third girl, Bridget.
It took a bit longer this time. My mom had to feel Bridget’s buds for maybe half a minute, gently stroking, lightly pinching, until at last she nodded and said, “It’s Bridget, I’m pretty sure.”
Wow, that was amazing. Three for three! We didn’t really know Bridget very well. She’d only been over to the house a couple of times, but somehow Mommy could identify her just by touching her nipples.
Kate was next. This one was easy, of course. My mother had caressed and kissed and licked her little tits — and mine and Molly’s too — many, many times. She knew our bodies intimately, so it wasn’t much of a challenge. But I think Dana wanted to have Katie in the line with us mainly just so the other girls could see a mom playing with her daughter’s nipples. And so they could see how much they both enjoyed it.
After Kate was Samantha. Again, it seemed pretty easy, almost trivial, for Mommy to identify her. “Ah, yes,” she smiled, “the darling little Samantha. So precious.”
The 7-year-old had no breasts at all, obviously, nothing but flat pink nipples. But that didn’t mean they weren’t sensitive, or that she didn’t enjoy having them fondled and licked. She did, as every member of our family knew from experience. Mommy tickled Samantha’s nipples a few seconds longer, then moved to the next in line. Me!
By this time my boobs were aching to be touched, my nipples stiff and throbbing. As soon as my mom placed her hands over them, fingers lightly caressing, my tummy fluttered and I felt a jolt in my crotch. I gasped, trembling all over, trying my best not to cry out.
Even though it was perfectly obvious — to me and I’m sure to everyone else in the room — that Mommy knew who I was, she didn’t say anything for several seconds. She continued teasing me, tweaking my nipples, pulling, twisting, pinching. I thought I would go insane with lust. Shutting my eyes, I squeezed my legs together, stimulating my clit.
Finally, my mother whispered, “Julie,” adding even more softly, “my love.”
As if what she was doing to me with her fingers wasn’t enough, hearing her say those words almost put me over the top. I didn’t actually have an orgasm, but felt a strong surge in my center, a flow of heat — and I realized I was getting very wet, possibly enough to leak out so that everyone would see. But it didn’t matter. I was in love with my mom, in lust with her, and right then I didn’t care who found out.
Opening my eyes, I saw a lascivious smile on my mother’s blindfolded face. She took a deep breath, inhaling through her nose, and purred, “Mmmm, nice.”
I could smell it too. The scent of my arousal, of my pussy, was very strong. I wondered how many of the girls around me would detect the smell and would know what it was.
After giving my nipples one last hard squeeze, my mom let her hands fall away and stepped to the next girl, Alexa.
I turned my head to look at the blonde. Her pretty blue eyes were wide open, cheeks flushed. I could see beads of sweat on her upper lip. Despite her nervousness, however, she stood with shoulders back and chest out, pert boobs on offer. I admired her for that — not to mention for her sexy body!
Mommy took her time again, as she’d done with the previous girls. She toyed with Alexa for at least a minute or so, placing her hands over the teen’s breasts, repeatedly drawing her fingers toward the tips, lightly pinching and pulling the erect nipples. There was absolutely no question that my mother knew right away who this was. But she delayed stating the name so she could extend the pleasure of fondling the girl, having a good excuse for it.
I heard Alexa moan. She was shivering with arousal. Finally my mom said, “Well, hmm, I just don’t know, it’s really hard to tell… I wish I could use more than just my fingers… am I allowed to use my lips and my tongue?”
“No,” Megan laughed with delight, “only your fingers!”
The others laughed too. Alexa giggled, but she also nodded her head as if encouraging my mother — who, of course, couldn’t see that with a blindfold on.
“All right,” Mommy said, “I admit, I knew all along. It’s Alexa.”
“Okay, well, when you’re done, we’ll tell you if you’re right,” said Megan. “Let’s go to the next one.”
Standing beside Alexa was Riley, her little sister. I knew the delicious feel of Riley’s buds, having played with her in the dark while she and I watched our mothers make out. But I wasn’t sure if my mom would be able to identify her.
She certainly was. It was amazing. After putting her hands on the girl’s chest and rubbing them around for only a few seconds, fondling the nipples, she nodded, “Yep. I think this is Riley.”
Wow, a perfect score so far, and only two more girls to go!
Ashley was next. The 10-year-old was tall for her age and already sported a nice little pair of boobs. It seemed to me that if you didn’t know, you might mistakenly think she was older, perhaps 12 or even 13. Would Mommy guess right this time?
The answer was yes. It did seem to be more of an effort, though, and this time she wasn’t faking. My mom had to really try hard to figure out who she was touching. It took maybe half a minute, but then she said, “Well, I’m not quite sure, except… I think this must be Ashley.”
The crowd issued a collective sigh of admiration for my mother’s remarkable skills at detection. She would make a great undercover spy in real life!
Last in line was Sarah, Kate’s friend and basketball teammate. The brown-eyed brunette was tall and very thin, still with a basically flat chest, although her nipples were prominent. She also had more visible pubic hair than any of the other girls, a little bush of dark curls, but that feature wouldn’t be used in this identification.
“Umm,” Mommy mused as she caressed the tween, rolling her stiff nipples between thumb and forefinger, “again, I’m not exactly certain, but… my guess is, it’s Sarah.”
Megan whipped the cloth away from my mother’s eyes, shouting, “You win! Ten out of ten!”
As everyone clapped and cheered, Megan asked, “What prize do you want?”
My mom shook her head, smiling, “No, no, I don’t need a prize. Just being able to do what I did with all these lovely girls, that was reward enough.”
We all bunched around anyway, congratulating her, offering compliments, asking what her secret was. It was rare, but I saw my mother blush that night hearing all the praise. I loved her for it.
Then it was time for the actual nipple test, the competition between the girls. That was a lot of fun, although to be honest, I think it was more erotic when we had the moms touching us instead of just each other. But all the kids seemed to enjoy it.
We went in order of age, from oldest to youngest. One by one, starting with Alexa, we were blindfolded and had to try to name five random girls whose chests we touched. I was kind of embarrassed, because I only guessed one right after Alexa got four and Hannah got three. Oh well.
Although by the end none of us had a perfect score, three other girls — Kate, Ashley, and Emily — had been correct on four out of five. That meant, however, that we had four winners but only three prizes.
“It’s all right,” said Alexa, shrugging her shoulders, “I don’t really need anything. Just give the stuff to the younger kids.”
“Wait, I know!” said Dana. Without explanation, she took off, bounding upstairs. Evidently she had an additional prize in mind.
“Well, uh, let’s start with the youngest,” said my mom. “Emily, you can choose whichever prize you’d like.” She gestured to the cabinet where two Barbie dolls, the Water Lilies DVD, and the lacy lingerie were on display.
After looking the things over for a few seconds, Emily asked for the kissing Barbies, which she was awarded to loud applause.
“Ashley, which of the two remaining things would you like?” Mommy asked.
“Um,” said the brunette, a finger at her lips. Then, pointing at the movie, she turned to Kate, “Do you already have this?”
“No,” Kate shook her head.
“I do, though,” our mother smiled. “I just haven’t shown it to her yet. Go ahead and take that, Ashley, sweetheart, if it’s what you want.”
“Okay,” said the girl. “Yeah, that’s what I want. Um, please.”
Mommy handed it to her, saying, “Congratulations,” and kissing her cheek as everyone clapped. Ashley examined the DVD cover, turning it over, looking closely at the suggestive photos. Other girls crowded around to see.
Just then Dana came back down from upstairs. She was carrying another DVD, in a lurid hot pink case. I recognized it as one of the lesbian porno movies she had starred in when she was only 17.
Taking Alexa aside, Dana gave the disk to her. I overheard her say, “I wanted you to have this. You might not want to show it to the younger kids, but this can be your prize, okay?”
“Oh my god,” gasped Alexa. “Is this — is it really — ??”
“Uh-huh, it’s me,” Dana nodded, flashing her 500-watt smile.
“Omigod, omigod,” the teenager gushed, “thank you!!”
“You’re welcome.” They hugged, and kissed on the lips.
“Katie, that means you get the undies and bralette. What do you think?” our mother asked, holding up the flimsy garments.
“Oh, man, sweet!” said my sister. “That’s totally awesome!” Several of the older girls gathered around her, admiring and fingering the delicate, sensuous underthings.
After a minute or so, Megan asked, in a loud voice, “Is it time now for Undercover Spy?”
“Yeah,” Kate nodded, grinning, “but, um, I need to tell everybody about the rules first, about the changes and stuff.”
More than half of the kids who were there, in fact, had never played the game before so they’d have to have everything explained. And as for the rest of us, there were a few changes from what we were used to.
Kate began with the usual description of evil scientists perfecting a secret formula that would give them great power, allowing them to dominate everyone and conquer the world. We, the girls, were teams of undercover spies trying to prevent this disaster.
“Sometimes when we play, we only have have one evil scientist, and sometimes two,” she continued, “but tonight, we’re gonna have four.”
Stepping over to a cabinet, she opened the bottom door and reached inside, taking out four plastic bottles. These were different from the ones we’d used before. They were smaller, about four or five inches tall, and brightly colored.
After explaining that each bottle contained a vital component of the secret formula, Kate said the moms would play the evil scientists this time, but that they wouldn’t start out naked, the way we all were. They would begin the game with their clothes on — and they would be allowed to hide the bottles inside their clothing. So, in order to find the secret formula and take it away from them, we’d have to strip the women, tearing off all their clothes. Nice!
This was the reason, of course, that my mom and the others were dressed sort of frumpy that night, in layers. They were wearing older clothes, things they wouldn’t mind having ripped to shreds. Plus they had lots of pockets, good places to conceal the small bottles.
“For a team to win,” Kate said, “they have to get all four bottles, the four parts of the secret formula — they have ‘em all at the same time, and then they have to get to my mom’s bedroom, upstairs at the end of the hall, okay? That’s the goal, to get to my mom’s bed with all four bottles. The team that does that wins.”
Everyone seemed to understand the basic rules. It was time to play.
First we went around turning off all the lights downstairs, including the ones outside. Then, while the women stayed behind preparing to hide, Kate led the kids up to the second floor. Instead of going to Mommy’s room, however, where we usually began, she took us to Molly’s. That’s because although my mother’s walk-in closet was big, it definitely wasn’t large enough to hold all of us. So, we’d decided to start this time in Molly’s bedroom, which was the smallest.
Amid plenty of giggling, we clustered in together. Putting twenty naked girls inside a small room — one already packed with furniture and dolls and toys and a giant dollhouse — meant we were pretty much shoulder to shoulder (not to mention other delightful body parts).
Kate closed the door behind us. She stood by the light switch. All the lights in the house had been turned off, except the overhead one in Molly’s bedroom.
“Okay, now, in a minute I’m gonna turn off the light,” said Kate, “and when I do, we’re gonna do two things. First, you have to close your eyes and then spin around in a circle while I count to ten. I’ll spin too. It’s to make ourselves dizzy, so we sorta won’t know where we are. Then, after that, before you can leave the room and start looking for the evil scientists, you have to find the other members of your team. And to do that, you’ll have to use the secret kiss, the one you guys invented, right?”
That brought excited murmurs. I had no idea at that point what the other secret kisses were, but if they were anything like my team’s, it could be very interesting!
Kate continued, “While you’re doing the kissing, keep your eyes closed, okay? Try out your secret kiss on whoever’s next to you, but if they don’t do the same thing, go to the next girl. When you find someone on your team, keep your eyes closed but make sure you hold onto her and then look for the others. After you’ve found all five, then your team can leave the room, but not before. Got it?”
We all nodded, eager to begin.
“All right, so, close your eyes.”
We did. The light went off.
“Now start spinning around, and I’ll count. One … two … three …”
I spun — and immediately began bumping into the girls who were near me. We stumbled and laughed and kept on spinning. I realized then that as we were turning around and around, we were also moving through the room, unintentionally rearranging ourselves. So, even if some team members had been side by side when we began, it would be impossible to know where we were by the time we finished.
“… eight … nine … ten! Okay, you can stop spinning now.”
Wow, I was really dizzy! It was hard to stand up straight — but on the other hand it was hard to fall over with all those other girls pressing up against me.
“Keep your eyes closed,” said Kate, “and whoever’s close to you, just start kissing her. Do your team’s secret kiss, but if she doesn’t do it too, then go to someone else.”
The first girl I grabbed, it turned out, was Hannah. Even with my eyes closed, I recognized her by scent or feel or something. Anyway, I knew who she was and knew she wasn’t on my team — but I kissed her anyway, as she did with me.
Hannah giggled as she pulled me into her arms, then kissed me on the mouth five times fast, just five quick smacks. That must have been their team’s secret kiss. She waited after that, so I gave her our kiss, parting my lips and sliding my tongue into her mouth. I placed the tips of two fingers in there too, which seemed to surprise her, then dropped my hand to Hannah’s groin and pressed my wet fingers against her pussy.
“Mmmm,” she moaned in response, grinding her crotch into my hand. It made me wonder if she knew I was doing our secret kiss, or if she thought I was just playing with her like I might normally do. At any rate, Hannah wasn’t on the blue team, so after giving her one more kiss on the mouth, I went on to the next person.
I wasn’t sure who this was. She was a small girl, someone I hadn’t met prior to that night, maybe Erika or Peyton. I touched her arm first, then put a hand on her chest, which was completely flat. She responded by pulling me tightly against her. The girl was short, so I had to lower my face to kiss her. She had both hands on my butt, grabbing and squeezing my cheeks. Was this part of her team’s secret kiss? Or could it simply be that the second grader was sexually aggressive? It seemed unlikely, but who knows?
And you know what? I almost grabbed her butt too! That was my instinctive, automatic response — but luckily I realized just in time that if I did that she might think I was on her team. So, instead I just let the girl kiss me, and then I gave her our team’s secret kiss. Her response was different from Hannah’s. When I put my wet fingertips on the child’s smooth hairless pussy, she yelped in surprise and immediately pulled away.
“Sorry,” I whispered, “it’s just…”
“It’s okay, it’s okay,” she giggled nervously, apparently understanding that what I’d done with her was part of the game. I gave her a friendly pat on the shoulder, and we both turned aside, looking for someone new to kiss.
The next person I found was my sister Molly. I still had my eyes closed, but knew her right away. And she was on my team, the blue team! That meant we were able to do our secret kiss and really enjoy it. In fact, as we kissed, shoving our tongues in each other’s mouths, our moistened fingers quickly slipped between the labia as we groped one another.
Molly stroked my clit and I stroked hers. Then I reached a little lower, finding the opening to her vagina, but didn’t put a finger inside. I just tickled her there. My 9-year-old sister was still a virgin — at least in that sense. She hadn’t yet been fully penetrated. How soon, I wondered, would that happen? It made me think I should talk to my mom about it sometime, or to Molly herself. (It’s funny how many things can go through your mind while you’re doing something else.)
Suddenly I groaned. I certainly wasn’t a virgin, and Molly easily could push a finger up inside my slippery wet vagina, which is what she’d just done. It felt amazingly good.
“God, yeah,” I moaned, as my little sister fucked my cunt.
I wanted to just stay right there with her — hold her, kiss her, play with her, and let her make me come. But we really couldn’t do that. We had a game to play. Reluctantly I drew my fingers away from her crotch, and she slipped her finger out from inside me.
We didn’t part, however. Since we were on the same team, we had to stay together. But before we continued our search, Molly brought her finger to my mouth, letting me suck on it, savoring the taste of my juices. Yummy!
Keeping our arms linked, we each grabbed another girl. I’m not sure who Molly had, but as my hands began stroking the soft, smooth skin of a small child, I knew within only a second or two that this was Chelsea. God, I loved that kid. Always so eager and full of fun, ready to try anything.
We started to kiss, and I felt her hands clutching my butt. Presumably that meant she was on the same team as the other girl who’d done that. I kissed her wetly, slipped two fingers briefly into her mouth, then put them down between her legs. And she didn’t pull away, not Chelsea! She giggled, letting me fondle her sweet little pussy. I gave her one more kiss, then let her go. We had to keep looking.
The next girl, someone I didn’t immediately recognize, gave me those five quick kisses on the lips. That was obviously one team’s secret kiss. And when I did my thing with her, whoever it was, she didn’t seem especially surprised. Someone else from my team must have tried it with her before. I patted her shoulder, and we parted.
Now I had a taller, much more mature girl in my arms. This could only be Alexa. She briefly kissed my lips as I inhaled the scent of her perfume, something heady, musky, and totally alluring — it really made me want to have sex with her. But just as I began to open my mouth to kiss the teen more deeply, Alexa drew away, moving her lips down to my neck. She kissed me there, just under my ear, licking the skin, then started to suck.
I swooned, feeling the pretty blonde press her breasts against mine as she sucked on the tender skin of my neck. It began to sting — and suddenly I realized she was giving me a hickey! Was that their team’s secret kiss? Or was Alexa doing this just because she liked me? Either way, it was totally turning me on.
After a few more seconds, she left my neck and kissed my mouth again. Now I could do our kiss with her. I slipped my tongue into her mouth, then put a pair of fingers there too. She giggled, sucking on my fingers, but when I moved my hand down to her crotch, pressing my fingertips against her labia, she stopped giggling and whispered, “Uh-huh, yeah…”
Well, that told me something. Although she wasn’t on my team, it told me I probably could have sex with Alexa just about any time I wanted. What a wonderful discovery! But alas, she and I had to go on with the game, looking for other teammates.
The next person I grabbed was Samantha. I recognized her slim form, and somehow perhaps her personality too. Anyway, I knew the girl right away — and she was on the blue team! We did our delicious kiss with each other, the secret signal she had invented, pressing our wet fingers into one another’s pussies while our tongues played.
I almost forgot about what we were doing then. It was so wonderful kissing Samantha like that, playing with her pussy. I could have kept it up for hours. Give me a naked girl under 10 years old to play with and I’m in heaven!
Continue on to Chapter 128
There was a large cardboard box on the cabinet by the TV, near where my mom was standing. Reaching inside, she took out the prizes one by one, and showed them to us. The first was a pair of Barbie dolls mounted on a stand. Both were wearing skimpy little nighties, and they were posed in a romantic kiss. This was greeted with a couple of surprised gasps, but mostly oohs and ahhs. Next she held up a DVD of 
Angie, my six-year-old daughter, was sitting on Carol’s lap. It was our first visit to the Mother/Daughter Support Group. Carol was the founder and matriarch. The dozen or so mothers and daughters were sitting in a circle. Most of the daughters were sitting on their mother’s lap. A few were old enough to sit in their own chair.