The Joy of Looking, Chapter 23

by Naughty Mommy

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The next thing I knew, it was light outside and I was waking up in a strange bed. When I realized where I was, I smiled with the memory of what had happened there the night before.

I could hear the shower running in my mom's bathroom. I was tempted to get up and see if she would let me take a shower with her, but while I was trying to decide whether I should do that, I heard the water go off.

A few minutes later, my mother came out of the bathroom. She was naked except for a pair of blue bikini panties, and she was drying her hair with a towel. When she saw me sitting up in bed, she said, "Hey, pumpkin."

"Hi, Mommy."

"Did you sleep all right?"

"Yeah, I slept great. Like a log."

"So did I," she chuckled. "Do you need to use the bathroom?"

"Yeah."

When I came out, my mom was getting dressed. She was wearing a pair of tight jeans and was just putting on her bra. It was blue and matched her panties.

"Mommy?"

"Yes, love?"

I came up to her and put my hand on her arm, gently caressing her smooth, soft skin. I was still naked. "Thank you for letting me sleep with you last night. That was really nice."

"It was, wasn't it? We should do that again some time." She leaned over and gave me a kiss on the lips.

I was thrilled. It was almost, almost like we really were lovers!

"Look how late it is, though," she said. "I can't believe I slept that long."

The clock by the bed said it was 9:50.

"I need to go check on your sisters, see if they want me to make them anything special for breakfast." She kissed me again and patted my bottom. "Put on your jammies before you go out, okay?"

"Okay."

My mom left the room, still buttoning her shirt. I got back in bed for a minute, not because I was sleepy, but because I wanted to remember how wonderful it had been to sleep in my mother's bed, naked with her. And not only sleep, but kiss each other and rub our bodies together, and everything!

As I thought about it, I began getting excited again. I wanted to masturbate, but I thought that might take too long, so I just rolled over onto her side of the bed, where she had slept. I hugged her pillow, smelling her perfume. I closed my eyes and recalled the feeling of her lips on mine. In spite of my good intentions, I reached down and started touching myself. I was already very wet. Okay, I decided, it won't take that long.

And it didn't. I was on my stomach, my face buried in the fragrant pillow, with one hand between my legs and the other playing with my nipples. I humped my hand as I remembered being on top of my mother and rubbing my pussy against her, and how she'd said I could touch her tits and then I'd kissed her and then I came.

Twenty minutes later, I was dressed and coming down the stairs for breakfast. My pussy still felt warm and happy. I'd put on my sexiest pair of black bikini panties under my dress, just because I wanted to feel sensual and feminine. I'd decided to wear a short dress that day so my mom could look at my legs if she wanted to. I knew she liked doing that.

"Hey, sleepy," teased Kate as I came into the kitchen. She and Molly were eating pancakes.

"Hi, doll," said my mother from the stove, where she was pouring more pancake batter onto the griddle.

"Hi, Mom. Hi, Molly girl," I kissed my baby sister's cheek and then tousled Kate's hair. "Hey, squirt."

"Squirt?! I'm as tall as you are," she grinned.

"I know. Just kidding."

We enjoyed a nice breakfast together, and then did some of our usual Saturday chores. Around noon, while Kate and I were in the laundry room folding clothes, my mother came in to talk with us about plans for the day.

"I have to drop Molly off at Violet's house later this afternoon," she said, "and then maybe the three of us can do some shopping. They're having a sale at Tipton's, and I'd really like to get a new dress to go out tonight. I'll get some stuff for you guys too, if you see anything you like."

"Ooh, cool," said Kate.

"Then we can eat dinner out, anywhere you choose," my mom continued. "Molly's staying overnight at Violet's, so I'll bring the two of you back here after dinner. You can even stay up late if you want, but not past 11:00. Okay?"

"Awesome!" Kate gushed.

I just smiled and nodded. I was immediately thinking about spending time that night with Kate in her bed, both of us naked, kissing, maybe touching, maybe even more. I caught her eye and I could see that she was thinking along the same lines.

The store my mom wanted to go to was downtown, not at the mall. They had a lot of fancy designer-type clothes. I didn't see anything that interested me, nothing I would really want to wear myself, but I did see a lot of very attractive young women shopping there, so that was fun.

Apparently my mother gave the store a lot of business, because they treated her like a VIP, taking us into some private rooms at the back where they gave us stuff to drink and the sales ladies would bring my mom whatever she wanted to try on. There were a couple of other customers getting the same sort of star treatment, and one of them was a really cute girl, probably around 20 or 21 years old.

She was trying on different dresses, and for some reason she kept looking at me and Kate, sometimes even smiling at us. The girl was slim and had amazing legs. All the dresses she tried were very short, so we got to see plenty of her.

Maybe it was just that she noticed Kate and me staring at her, and possibly she liked having girls look at her body or something, but she did seem to be almost flirting with us in a way. It was pretty exciting.

Unfortunately she left after a little while, but then it was time for our mother to do a private fashion show for us, asking which dresses we liked the best.

The first two she tried were only okay. One of them was a very nice color of blue, but I told her I didn't like the big sort of floppy thing that went over one shoulder.

"Floppy thing?" laughed my mom.

"Well, I don't know what you call it," I giggled, "but it looks sort of dumb. I mean, you look pretty, of course, but the dress is just... weird."

"Okay, I get the message. Kate, you agree with that?"

My sister nodded, giving the thumbs down sign.

The second dress she modeled for us was also kind of weird, but it was sexy too in a way. It was made of white satin, I think, and it was strapless with a lot of bows and ruffles and super short, so my mom's arms and legs were on display.

She has such an amazing body, she looked great in it, but I didn't like the design of it.

"I don't know," I told her, "but it's like there's just too much going on. It should be more simple or something."

As usual, Kate put it perfectly, "That looks like a wedding dress for Hugh Hefner's daughter. Not good."

That made our mother laugh. "How do you even know who Hugh Hefner is?"

"Mom, I'm not culturally illiterate."

"No, you're certainly not, and I guess you're right about this dress too," she said, looking down at it. "Well, let's see if you like the next one any better."

We did. We liked it a lot.

"Whoa, Mom, yeah that's definitely the one," praised Kate as soon as she saw it.

The dress was very short and tight-fitting with a square neckline. It had a geometric pattern that accentuated her shapely figure. I loved what it did for her.

"Really, you like this one better?" our mother asked.

"Absolutely," answered Kate, "it's totally hot."

My mom looked at me. "What do you think, Julie?"

"Mommy, you look amazing in that dress. You really do."

After admiring herself in the mirror, she said, "It does look good on me, but it's awfully short."

"So what?" said Kate. "If you've got great legs, show 'em off."

"I agree," I nodded.

She turned to us with a naughty grin. "What would you think if I wore this dress when we go to dinner tonight? I'll just put my other clothes in a shopping bag."

"Nice! Then everyone can see how hot my mom is," Kate said.

I nodded again, smiling.

"Okay, so, let me go see if I can find some shoes here to wear with it." She checked her watch. "And then we can eat. I was thinking we might drive down to the waterfront for an early dinner. There's a nice seafood place there in a romantic setting. It should be really pretty tonight at sunset. Does that sound okay?"

"Sure," I said. "I love seafood."

"Me too," agreed Kate.

We had a great time at dinner. My mom was right, the place was really nice, with delicious food and a gorgeous view of the harbor. We were there earlier enough to get a table by the window where we could watch the colors fading in the sky.

And, of course, Mommy looked spectacular in her new dress. Practically every man in the restaurant was staring at her, and a lot of the women were too.

I was getting to where I could tell when a woman looked at another woman in a way that meant she was sexually excited by her, and there were plenty of women there that night who sent our mother that look.

Our waitress was a pretty girl in her 20s who gave our table – and especially our mom – a lot of extra attention. Her name was Rita. She was wearing tight jeans with a low-cut red tank top and no bra. And although she didn't have big boobs or anything, when she bent over in front of us, which she often did (seemingly on purpose), we got a very nice view of her chest.

Rita and our mom really hit it off. The two of them were always touching each other's hands and arms and shoulders. Kate reached under the table and squeezed my leg at one point, signaling that she could see what was going on. I nodded just enough to let her know I agreed. I was thinking it would be a fun thing for us to talk about later that night in bed, and I also wondered if there was a possibility that Rita would show up at our house some evening to play our 'game'. I hoped so, because she was really beautiful and sexy.

We had appetizers and then ate our regular meals and Kate and I both had desserts (our mom just had coffee), so by the time we got home it was almost 8:30. Mommy came in with us and fixed up her makeup before she went out again, and she also put on a little sweater because it was starting to get chilly outside.

"Okay, you two, have a good time tonight," she said when she left at about 9:15. "You can stay up until 11:00, but no later, all right?"

"Yay!" clapped Kate.

We walked our mother to the door, she gave us each a kiss on the cheek, and then my sister and I were alone together.

"Ooh, boy," Kate said immediately, "let's go get in bed!"

"Yeah, let's!" I laughed, and we ran together hand in hand up the stairs to her bedroom.

"Naked, right?" she said, as soon as we were through the door.

"Of course!"

We giggled as we began undressing. Kate was wearing a tight long-sleeved sweater, which she pulled over her head, and then unhooked her little bra. I kept my eye on her as I reached behind my back to unzip my dress. I couldn't wait to see my sister's perfect young breasts again.

She smiled as she saw me staring at her nipples. "You like looking at my body, don't you."

I cast my eyes down to the floor, feeling my face turn red.

"It's all right, I don't mind," Kate said. "I like looking at you too."

"You do?"

"Sure I do. Take off your dress. I want to see your boobies."

I was still blushing, but I felt happy to have her looking at me as I let my dress fall to the floor. I wasn't wearing a bra.

My sister came up to me and touched my breasts. She touched my breasts! I'm sure she had no idea what that meant to me. She couldn't know that in my fantasies at night when I masturbated, I often imagined her touching me that way.

"You have nice boobies," she said, lightly squeezing them. "They're not big, but they're cute. Kind of like that waitress tonight."

"She was hot, wasn't she?" I managed to say. My nipples were so hard they hurt.

"She sure was. I think Mommy thought so too."

Kate was unzipping her jeans, but still looking at my breasts. I pulled my panties down and stepped out of them. Kate tossed her jeans aside and took off her panties. Then she took my hand, saying, "Come here," and led me over to the full-length mirror on her closet door.

We stood side by side, holding hands, looking at our reflections in the mirror: a pair of pubescent sisters, 12 years old and 10 years old. "We look nice together, don't we?" she asked.

I could feel my pussy getting wet. I was afraid if I tried to speak, my voice would shake, so I just smiled and nodded.

"We should try kissing this way, so we can see what it looks like," Kate suggested.

"K-kissing?"

"Yeah, um, here, turn and face me, like this. Turn a little more, so I can look in the mirror. There, like that. We'll do it this way, and then we'll turn the other way so you can see, okay?"

"Okay."

"Now kiss me."

I closed my eyes and brought my mouth to hers. Kate wrapped her arms around me and kissed me. When I felt her hand caressing my bottom, I moaned, opening my lips and exploring her mouth with my tongue. It felt so wonderful to be kissing her that way, with my arms around her, that for a moment I forgot what we were doing.

"Look," she said, pulling her mouth away from mine. Still holding me tightly, she shuffled us around so I could look in the mirror and see the image of two slender young girls hugging each other, with one girl's hand squeezing the other girl's naked bottom. "What do you think? Do you like it?"

I was trembling with excitement. "Oh, god, Kate, I..."

"Let's get in bed now, okay?"

"Okay."