The Joy of Looking, Chapter 47

by Naughty Mommy

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Mommy sat up on the bed, smiling. "Okay, Carla, your turn. You can tell us how you would like to be undressed."

"Ooh, how fun," the woman giggled.

Standing between me and Kate, she looked at us, first at my sister and then at me. She was still almost completely clothed, with only her shoes off. She held out her arms. "Let's do it nice and slow, like your mom said. Start with the cufflinks."

Her cream-colored blouse had french cuffs, closed with pearl cufflinks. I flipped the little clasp on one link and Kate did the other and we removed them. We handed them to our mother, who got up and placed them on top of Carla's vanity.

"Now, Kate, you unbutton my blouse while the others watch."

"Okay." My sister stood in front of the sexy brunette and slowly began to undo the buttons. When the blouse was open, Kate pushed back the sides. "Wow..."

Carla was, and still is, an exceptionally beautiful woman. All the women and girls my mom chooses to sleep with are pretty, of course, but this one was something special. Her smooth skin was like porcelain, almost pure white. Those exotic deep brown eyes, her wide mouth and full lips, and oh, such tantalizing tits. I squeezed my thighs together as I looked at her.

The ivory bra I'd glimpsed inside the restaurant held the woman's breasts up and pushed them together, forming the most inviting cleavage. The fabric was lacy and delicate, thin enough to clearly show the shape of her erect nipples. We all admired her for a moment, standing there in front of us with her blouse open.

She seemed to savor our appreciative attention. Carla was someone, I realized then, for whom the joy of looking works the other way around too, where she really likes to be the person everyone is staring at. And we certainly were doing that.

Finally, she said, "Suzanne, will you remove my blouse?"

"Yes."

Mommy went behind her and eased the elegant satin blouse off her shoulders and down her arms, laying it on a chair.

"Julie, you can unzip my skirt."

I did, and then Kate and I slowly slid the pencil skirt down her legs. She stepped out of it. She was wearing pantyhose, dark brown. Underneath we could see a pair of lace panties that matched her bra.

My mother was gently massaging Carla's neck and shoulders. The brunette sighed in pleasure and closed her eyes for a moment. "Mmm, that feels nice."

I looked at her lips, at her face. She was wearing makeup, quite a bit, in fact, but it was so expertly done that it wasn't that noticeable unless you looked closely. At 12 years old, I hardly wore any, just lip gloss sometimes. But I started to think maybe I should try using more.

She opened her eyes. "All right, now my pantyhose. Girls?"

My sister and I hooked our fingers inside the waistband and tugged the pantyhose down. Our mom helped too, and soon Carla's legs were bare. They were smooth and white and very slender. I looked at her crotch, wondering what her pussy might be like. Would she be totally shaved, like some of the women I'd seen, or just trimmed, like my mother? Could she have a full bush of dark curly hair? I was curious to find out!

Then an idea occurred to me.

I remembered what our mom had said to Kate and me about the thrill of discovery as you began to slide your hand inside a woman's undies for the first time, not knowing what your fingers would feel.

I had to ask. "Mommy? Um, could I do something?"

"What, sweetie?"

I took a deep breath, unsure of how to begin. "Well, um, I was thinking that I, um, can I try putting my hand inside her undies? Just to feel, I mean? You know, to see what she's like?"

My mother chuckled. "I know what you mean. Yes, it's all right with me, if that's what Carla wants. Just to feel, though, okay? Not to do anything else."

"I know."

We both looked at Carla. She smiled and shrugged. "Sure, go ahead, I don't mind."

I stepped closer to her, putting one hand on her shoulder. Her skin was soft and warm. The other hand went to her tummy, gradually moving down, then slipping inside the top of her ivory panties.

Her skin was even warmer there. I let my fingers feel their way until I found some hair. It was short, closely trimmed like my mom's, I could tell. My fingers moved further down, slowly exploring. I heard Carla suck her breath in, gasping, as I touched her pussy lips.

Her labia were thick and full. They were hairless but sort of ridged. I'd never felt anything like it. Carla was trembling under my touch. I moved down a little more, and then -- yes, I could feel something slippery and wet. She moaned.

Now, did I dare to press a finger between her lips, probing within until I found her vagina? I wanted to, very much, but I didn't. That would come soon enough, I knew.

Instead I drew my hand slowly upward, gliding along her labia, then over her pubic hair, and out. Lifting my fingers to my face, I smelled them. I tasted her. A soft flavor, slightly spicy, like nutmeg. It was good. I wanted more. I almost put my hand back inside her undies, but then Kate said, "I wanna do it too!"

"All right," grinned my mother. "Okay with you, Carla?"

"Of course."

"But just touching, Kate, nothing else."

Instead of staying at her side, as I had, my sister stepped in front of Carla. Standing on her toes, she kissed her on the lips. I wish I'd thought of that! Then she used one hand to pull the waistband of the panties out a bit and put the other hand inside. She didn't take things as slowly as I had, either. She pushed her hand down and it almost looked as if she grabbed Carla's vulva. The woman shuddered and moaned. "Ohh..."

Kate's hand began sliding up and down. She was looking into Carla's eyes. They stared at each other for a moment, and just when I thought they were about to kiss, my mom took Kate's hand in hers and removed it from Carla's panties, saying, "That's -- that's enough for now, I think."

"Okay," Kate giggled.

Mommy gave her a somewhat comical frown and Kate giggled again as she licked her fingers.

Carla was breathing hard. I could see beads of perspiration on her upper lip. She took a couple of deep breaths, trying to calm herself.

"Would you like Kate to unhook your bra?" Mommy asked.

The woman nodded.

Kate went behind her. As she unfastened the bra, the straps slipped off Carla's shoulders. I was excited to see what her nipples would look like. For a second, the brunette held the bra in place with her hands so it still covered her nipples, but then she let it slide down. Her pale breasts were nearly perfect, nicely rounded though not as large as they had seemed in the push-up bra. The nipples had small, dark brown areola, and were fully erect.

"Mmm, so beautiful," I heard my mother sigh as she stepped past me, taking a place in front of Carla. "Girls, come close here and look."

My sister and I stood next to her, on either side. "Get in real close," Mommy repeated. We moved in until our faces were only a few inches from Carla's chest.

"Look at these nipples. Aren't they exquisite?" After licking the ends of her fingers, our mother teased the very tips of Carla's nipples, which seemed to make them grow even stiffer.

"Just look at them," Mommy whispered. We watched as she took the woman's hard nipples between her thumbs and forefingers, twisting and pinching them. Carla moaned.

I felt my pussy getting wet. We were all breathing heavily now -- and two of us were still fully dressed!

Our mother stepped back. "Okay, now for the panties..."

She knelt. "I'll take them off. You two watch me." We got down beside her.

Slowly our mother inched the lacy panties down, revealing smooth white skin and then a patch of pubic hair. As more came into view, we discovered that Carla trimmed her hair in a rectangle instead of in a little triangle like my mom's. I'm not sure which I preferred. I guess it doesn't matter. I just like pussies, period!

The undies were pulled down further and we saw her labia. They were thick and full, dark brown, shiny with moisture near the bottom.

Mommy slid the panties still lower, then all the way down Carla's legs and off. But she didn't set them aside. She held them in front of us. "Can you see?" she whispered.

My sister and I peered inside the ivory undies. We could easily see a large wet spot, gleaming with sticky fluids. Our mother extended her tongue and licked the panties. "Mmm, nice." She held them out so Kate could have a lick, and did the same with me.

We each tasted Carla's pussy juice inside her undies, and then our mom did something shocking. She bunched the panties up in her hand and pressed them against the woman's labia, pushing them between the thick folds, rubbing them up and down. She kept shoving them in further and further until they almost disappeared completely.

My eyes were wide. I could scarcely believe what I was seeing. It was so sexy! I heard Carla groan with pleasure as my mother began to draw the panties out, very very slowly, little by little. Now those undies were really wet.

When they were all the way out, Mommy got to her feet, indicating with a glance that we should follow her. We stood and watched as she held the panties just in front of Carla's nose. "Smell yourself. Do you like it?"

She started rubbing the wet panties under the woman's nostrils, gently at first, then over her lips, a little harder, and then all around her face, starting to get rough. "Do you like it? Huh? Does it make you hot?"

"Yes!" Carla gasped.

"You like it when I rub your dirty wet panties all over your fucking face, you little cunt?"

This must have been a kind of erotic game they played. It was incredible to see and so exciting.

"You bitch! You dirty fucking bitch! You look so classy, so proper, but down inside you're just a fucking little whore, aren't you!"

"Yes! I am!!"

"God, Mommy..." Kate moaned. I looked at her. She had a hand under her denim skirt, rubbing herself. I suddenly realizing I was touching myself too. I'm not sure when I'd started, but I was stroking my pussy through my undies and they were very wet.

Our mother kept rubbing the panties on Carla's face, making her lick the crotch and calling her dirty names, until finally she kissed her, shoving her tongue into her mouth, both women groaning and panting. As the kiss ended, Mommy pulled back, stepping away from her, smiling and licking her lips. Carla was grinning too and breathing very hard.

"Wow," I whispered.

Then my mother looked at me. "Okay, Julie girl. You're next."

My mind raced and my stomach began to flutter as I wondered what games my mom might want to play with me. Would she do the same thing, pushing my panties up inside my cunt and then rubbing them on my face? Or something else?

The answer was, something else.

"Lie down on the bed, baby."

"On the bed?"

My mother nodded.

"Um, okay."

When I was on my back in the middle of the bed, still dressed, of course, Mommy said, "Carla, take off her shoes."

The gorgeous brunette was still laboring to catch her breath, her face flushed from all the excitement, but without hesitation -- almost obediently -- she leaned over my feet and began to undo the ankle straps on my stiletto heels. After removing the shoes, she placed them carefully on the floor.

"Now kiss her feet. Kiss them and lick them," Mommy instructed. "Don't tickle her, but make her aroused."

"Yes, mistress."

Mistress?? What did that mean? I wasn't really sure.

But anyway, Carla took my foot in her hands, my right foot first, and began massaging it, which felt surprisingly good. I'd never had a foot massage before. As she was rubbing the foot, she lifted it up and sucked my big toe into her mouth. It tickled a tiny bit but it also felt unbelievably nice. Her tongue was so warm and delicious. I soon started to imagine how it would feel to have that tongue licking not just my foot but my pussy, and as I thought about that I felt a shiver of arousal run up my spine. I laid my head back on the bed and closed my eyes and just luxuriated in the sensations. God, it was so great. A beautiful naked woman kissing and licking my feet. How could it get any better?

She finished with one foot, kissing each of the toes one by one the way I had kissed my mommy's toes earlier, and then she set my foot gently on the bed and picked up the other one. I kept my eyes closed, enjoying the brand-new experience. Never had I imagined I could get so totally turned on just by having someone's mouth and fingers playing with my feet. But I was.

As Carla finished with the second foot and tenderly set it down, I thought to myself, I need to open my eyes now, see what's coming next. But it was like I was on opium or some kind of drug -- utterly relaxed and yet so keyed up, so alive to what I was feeling -- every nerve ending wide awake but my mind in sort of a trance state, floating in space.

"Now do her hands." That was my mother's voice, only it was far away. My eyes were still closed. I couldn't open them. Then I felt someone, Carla I supposed, pick up one of my hands and begin massaging it. She sensually stroked each of my fingers and the palm of my hand and my wrist and my lower arm... and I became even more relaxed, drifting still farther away, until...

I was somewhere else, in a room, lying on my back, on a table, naked, and around me, women and girls, all naked, touching me, touching me everywhere, my skin oiled, slick, warm, all the hands, all the fingers, going everywhere, reaching in, touching, caressing, probing, deeper, so many hands, girls, women, every age, wanting me, touching me, taking me, having me...

"Julie? Julie?"

I opened my eyes. Where was I? Oh yes, on Carla's bed. I realized then that I must have been moaning very loudly.

"Are you okay?" my mother asked.

"Yeah, I... sorry," I giggled, "I just got too into it, I guess."

Taking a deep breath, I pushed myself up on my elbows and looked around. My mother was on the bed, naked, holding my hand. Kate was staring at me, wide-eyed. Carla stood back, also naked, smiling as if perhaps she had a sense of where I'd been.

"I never knew it was possible," my mom said, her eyebrows raised, "for someone to have an orgasm just from a hand massage. But I'm glad you enjoyed it so much."

I hadn't actually had an orgasm. I don't think so, anyway. But whatever it was, a dream, a hallucination, I loved it. It was scary in a way, but exciting too. I wondered what it would take to make it happen again.

I grinned at them. "It was really nice."

"So, are you ready for more now?" Mommy asked.

"Yeah, definitely!"

"Okay, then let's do the belt next."

"Okay."

My mom unbuckled the wide leather belt and gently tugged it out from under me. Before setting it aside, she held it across her breasts like it was a sexy top and posed for us. We giggled about that. Then she motioned to Carla and Kate, "Come on, you two, help me with her sweater."

They all knelt on the bed around me and slowly began to pull my thin sweater up, little by little. I was breathing harder, feeling my excitement grow as more of my skin was revealed.

When the sweater reached the undersides of my breasts, my mother whispered, "Slowly now..."

...and they inched the material higher... ...by just a tiny bit... ...showing the barely-there swell of my immature titties... ...then the light pink of my areola... ...and my puffy nipples...

I heard sighs of appreciation and passion as my young breasts came into view.

"So beautiful," sighed Mommy.

They took the sweater off over my head and looked at me. I put my hands on my titties and squeezed them, making the nipples stand up tall for them to see.

"Just so beautiful," Mommy repeated, licking her lips. Then she took a deep breath and said, "Now the skirt."

Shifting down on the bed, they slipped their fingers inside the elastic waistband of my black knit skirt. I lifted my bottom and they slid the skirt out from under me and slowly down my legs. I was almost naked now, nothing but my undies left.

"I want to take those off," said my mom. "You two can watch."

She knelt between my legs and bent down to kiss my belly, very softly, just above the top of the red hipster panties. She sighed and kissed a little lower... on my panties... on my mound... and still lower, on my pussy lips... I shivered with arousal. She smiled up at me, and her fingers went inside the waistband of the panties, pulling the material away from my skin, and then -- and then she used her teeth to pull the undies down, with only a little assistance from her hands. It was so sexy, seeing my mother take off my panties with her teeth!

When the undies were off, Mommy held them to her face and smelled the crotch, inhaling my feminine scent. She kissed the inside of the panties, leering at me, gave a little giggle, and then turned to look at Kate. She was next.

But I interrupted. "Wait, um, could you maybe do something?"

"Sure, sweetie, what is it? What do you you want?"

"Well, I'd really like it if you could -- all of you I mean -- if you could, like, put your hands on me for a minute and kind of massage me all over."

"All over?"

"Yeah, I mean, like, just massage me. But with all of your hands at once. Six hands."

"Of course, baby, if that's what you want."

And so they did.

They gathered around and I closed my eyes and soon I felt their hands, so many hands, caressing my body, hands and fingers on my breasts, on my legs, on my belly, on my chest, on my arms and on my hands, on my face and in my hair, on my neck, on my feet, hands everywhere, all over, touching my nipples, playing with them, sliding up my legs, caressing the inner part of my thighs -- oh, it made me so wet! It was incredibly exciting, just like in my dream or whatever that had been.

After a couple of minutes, my mom said, "How's that, baby? Okay?"

"Perfect," I sighed, opening my eyes and smiling at them.

I sat up. "Kate's turn now, right?"

"Yes," Mommy nodded, "we saved the youngest for last."

My sister seemed very excited, her pretty brown eyes big and round as she looked at each of us in turn.

"Come here, Katie," our mother whispered.

They were kneeling on the bed, already close to each other. Mommy leaned in, bringing her lips to Kate's, and they shared a soft kiss. Then she said, "Darling girl, I'm so happy you've joined us, me and your sister."

My mom glanced at me, smiling warmly. "This is what I've always wanted. Now, all we need... is..." She didn't finish her sentence, but shuddered slightly and lifted a hand to her breast, pinching the erect nipple. Then she licked her lips and pulled Kate closer, kissing her deeply.

I was almost sure she was going to say something like 'all we need is Molly' but for some reason she didn't come out and say that. Just thinking about it, though, made me feel even more aroused.

I put a hand on my tits, caressing them and playing with my nipples as I watched my mother and my sister kiss each other so passionately. How fantastic it would be to have Molly here with us too! Could that really happen? I sure hoped it would.

When they ended the long wet kiss, Mommy said, "All right, baby girl, you can tell us how you want to do this, how you want us to take off your clothes."

"Oh, um," Kate hesitated, looking around at us again. Then she smiled at me, "I want to have Julie take off my bra. And my panties. But I guess, um, Mommy, you can take off my shirt -- oh, except wait, you said everyone's supposed to do it together, right?"

Our mother chuckled, "It doesn't matter. We can do it however you like. Want to start with your shirt?"

"Yeah, I think. Um, no, wait." She stuck out her legs. "Carla, can you take off my shoes first?"

"Yes, miss."

Carla crawled around to be closer. She opened the zippers on each ankle boot and gently removed them, placing the shoes on the floor. Then she took my sister's feet in her hands, one by one, and massaged them, kissing them and sucking on her toes. Kate seemed to enjoy it a lot, though she didn't have nearly the extreme reaction that I had.

"And now my shirt. Uh, Mommy, will you unbutton it?"

"Of course, angel."

As she took a position in front of Kate, our mother held her own breasts in her hands, squeezing them again and pinching the nipples. She really loves touching herself that way. After giving Kate a tender kiss, she slowly began to open the buttons on the white shirt. When the little bra came into view, she cooed, "Ooh, how nice."

With the shirt open, Mommy and Carla each took a sleeve and slid the garment off my sister's arms. Then they unzipped and removed her denim skirt. Now Katie was ready for me, in the pink and white bra and panties we both loved so much.

I got onto my knees and took her hands in mine. Looking deeply into her eyes, I said, "Do you remember what you told me? That it had to be for something really special?"

She nodded. She knew exactly what I was saying.

We gazed into each other's eyes a moment longer, sharing a bond of sisterly closeness. I whispered, "I love you, Kate," and we kissed.

"Mmm," I heard my mother sighing. I glanced to the side and saw that she had begun masturbating as she watched her daughters kissing.

I touched the bra, caressing the smooth satin. In the center of each cup I could feel little bumps, my sister's hard nipples. I kissed her again and then reached behind her back, unhooking the bra. I let it fall away, setting it on the bed.

Then I did what my mom had done with Carla. I said, "Come close and look at her." My mother and Carla moved in next to me.

"Look at her nipples, how perfect they are." I wet my fingertips and teased the ends of Kate's tiny nipples, making them even stiffer. I remembered the word my mom had used and whispered, "So exquisite."

Kate was breathing hard, moaning under my touch. I decided to go a step further. Extending my tongue, I flicked it over the tip of each nipple, repeatedly, again and again, until I could hear her gasping with excitement.

"Mmm, I love you Katie," I told her. Then I kissed her wet nipples and sat back to look at her.

My sister's face was flushed, her eyes hooded, her lips parted and moist. She was just a girl, a 10 year-old little girl, and I was only 12. As my mom had said, we were still children. But we knew what sex was, and we both wanted it.

"Now the undies," I whispered.