The Joy of Looking, Chapter 8

  • Posted on April 30, 2015 at 7:14 pm

By Naughty Mommy

And somehow, every time I thought that nothing more exciting could possibly happen, my mother would come up with yet another unbelievable thing for me to experience.

A few weeks after my amazing birthday surprise, my mom told me she’d made plans for the two of us on a Saturday night. She got a sitter for my sisters — a cute 18-year-old brunette named Danni, who came over to our house after dinner that night.

Danni was wearing tiny little denim short-shorts and a tight pink top. She looked super sexy, and it made me wonder if Mom had something in mind for her later that night. I sure hoped so, because I really wanted to see Danni naked.

It was kind of embarrassing what happened next.

While my mom went up to say goodbye to Molly and Kate, who were playing in Molly’s bedroom, I just stood there looking at Danni. I was trying to imagine what she would look like with her clothes off — and when my mother came back I didn’t realize it because I was so much into my fantasy, staring at Danni’s legs and wishing I could see her pussy.

And then, right behind me, someone said, “See anything you like, honey?”

I jumped, and I’m sure I started blushing like mad, but Danni just giggled, and Mom gave me a quick hug and kissed me on top of the head, saying, “I’m sorry, sweetie. I didn’t mean to startle you. But, hey, come here a minute, I’ve got something to show you.”

She took me by the hand and led me upstairs to my bedroom. Hanging on a hook in front of the closet was an adorable little yellow sundress.

“How do you like it?” my mother asked.

“Is it… for me?”

“It sure is. Sort of a delayed birthday present, you could say.”

“Ooh, I love it! Thank you!” I turned around and jumped into her arms, giving her a big hug and a kiss on the cheek.

“You’re welcome, darling girl,” she laughed. As I went over to look more closely at the dress, she picked up a Gucci shoebox that was laying on the bed. “And these are for you, too.”

I took the box and opened it. Inside were the cutest little beige low-heel shoes. “Oh my god!” I squealed. I couldn’t believe it — my first pair of designer shoes! And they were Gucci!

“Mother! Really? For me?”

“Yes, of course for you, baby,” she beamed at me. “My little girl is turning into a lovely young woman, and I think you should be able to dress like one.”

“Oh my god!” I hugged and kissed her again.

“I’m so glad you like them, sweetie. Why don’t you try them on?”

“Now?”

“Yes, now,” she chuckled. “This is what I want you to wear tonight when we go out.”

“Really?” I was acting sort of like a dope, I guess, because I was ecstatic about getting these new clothes that were so grownup, and so beautiful!

“Yes, really. Come on now, take off your jeans and try on that dress.”

“Um, okay.” I sat on the floor and pulled off my sneakers and my socks, then got up and tugged my jeans down. I wasn’t wearing a bra, so after I took off my t-shirt, all I was wearing was a pair of pink cotton undies with elephants on them.

“Such a precious little body…” I thought I heard my mother saying something like that to herself, under her breath.

“What?”

“Nothing. Go ahead, put on the dress.”

I took the little dress off the hanger and slipped it over my head. Then I took the shoes out of the box and tried them on. They fit perfectly.

I looked at myself in the mirror and loved what I saw. The new clothes made me look like a pretty teenager instead of just a little 12-year-old.

“Perfect. You look amazing,” said my mom, kissing me on the cheek. “Okay, let’s get going. We don’t want to be late.”

“Where are we going?”

“You’ll see.”

We trotted downstairs together, holding hands. I felt like I was floating. I was so happy.

We stopped in front of the babysitter, who was on the sofa in the family room looking at a Cosmo. “What do you think of Julie’s new dress?”

“You look fabulous!” exclaimed Danni. “Turn around.”

I blushed again as I slowly turned in a circle, letting them admire me.

“And you know what else you should see?” said my mother. “She has on the cutest little panties, don’t you, honey. Pull your dress up now and show Danni.”

I was really surprised that she said that. I stood there, not knowing quite what to do.

“Go on, pull up your dress, baby. I want Danni to see your elephant undies.”

I gulped, feeling my cheeks burn as I slowly lifted the hem of my sundress. It was exciting in way, but I also felt nervous and a little foolish.

As the bottom of the dress reached my waist, Danni reacted. “Ooh, I love it! Those are so cute! Like a tiny little girl.”

My mother must have understood then how I was feeling, because she came to me and took my hand and kissed my cheek. “It’s okay, darling. We just like looking at you because you’re so pretty and so sexy, that’s all. Don’t be embarrassed.”

“No way,” added Danni. “My god, you’re so hot, you should be glad to show off your body.”

I smiled and tried my best to be brave. “Okay.”

“But, will you do one little favor for mother before we go?”

“I guess…”

“Will you let Danni take off your panties?”

“Really??”

“Uh-huh. See, I want you to go out with me tonight not wearing panties at all, just like I’m not.” And as she said that, my mother hiked up the short dress she had on, letting both me and Danni see her exposed mound.

“Wow…” exhaled the teenager, staring at my mom’s crotch.

“So, you want to be like me, don’t you? Now be a big girl and let Danni take off your panties.”

“Well, um, okay…” I lifted my dress up a little higher and took a step toward her.

Danni knelt on the floor in front of me, licking her lips. Her face was eye-level with my pussy. I suddenly realized that I was getting wet, and I wondered if she’d be able to see it, or smell it.

For several moments, she seemed to be studying my undies, then finally she hooked two fingers under the waistband and slowly peeled them all the way down. I stepped out of them, and Danni remained on her knees, gazing at my slit. In a soft voice, she said, “What a beautiful girl you are.”

“Thank you,” I replied. “Um, I… I think you have really nice legs.”

“Oh, thanks!” She stood up then, smiling broadly at me.

My mom took my hand again, giving me a hug. “Yes, I do have a very beautiful, very sexy little girl. I’m so proud of her.” She squeezed me once more and kissed my cheek.

“Okay, come on, let’s get going. We’ll see more of Danni later.” She gave the girl a wink, took me by the hand, and we went out to the car.

As we were driving, my mom put her hand on my knee, and said, “You know, honey, I’ve been thinking a lot about this. Up until now, when we’ve played our game, you and me, it’s always been that I’ve brought someone home, or found someone that, well, that I wanted to have sex with, and then, of course, I’ve invited you to watch us…”

…in my mind I was picturing Karen, and Bonnie, and Rayne, and Melissa, and now maybe even Danni? That thought made my nipples get hard…

“…so if you see someone, or should I say when you see someone who gets you kind of excited, tell me so I’ll have a better idea of what you like. Okay?”

“What? Oh, sorry, Mom, I got thinking thinking about, like, all the stuff we’ve done and — what did you say again?”

“Silly.” She patted my knee.

I realized then that we were in the parking garage at the mall. She pulled into a spot and shut off the engine, then turned to me. “What I said was, let’s go in and you can point out to me the types of women, or girls, that you’d like to play our game with. Okay?”

“Really?”

“Yes, really,” she smiled. “Why do you keep asking that tonight?”

I giggled. “I dunno. Sorry, I’ll try to stop.”

My mother looked at her watch. “It’s almost 9:00 and the stores close at 10:00, so that gives us about an hour to do some looking around.”

A few minutes later we were walking through the mall doors. Just inside was a nice restaurant, with a bar area at the front. Mom took my arm and said, “Okay, stay with me, and try not to be too obvious about staring, but take a look at some of these women and tell me what you think.”

“Okay.”

“How about her, for example…” She indicated a sexy blonde, probably in her early twenties, sitting by herself, looking at her cell phone. She had long legs and was wearing a very short dress that showed them off.

“Yeah, I mean, she’s really nice looking.”

“Did you notice that you can see her panties?”

“You can? Oh — oops, you can!” I started giggling.

“You and I will have to be careful not to sit that way tonight, won’t we?”

That made me laugh harder. I turned away, hoping the woman wouldn’t see me.

Then I saw a pretty brunette walking toward us. She was leaving the restaurant, following a couple of other people. As she looked up, her eyes met mine and she smiled at me.

“Ooh, Mommy, I really like that one right there.” I tugged on her arm.

The girl was maybe around 20, with beautiful blue eyes and a soft smile. I loved the short dress she was wearing. It was white and kind of fluffy looking. She had on black tights and flat shoes that made her look kind of like a schoolgirl.

“Ah, you’re right, honey,” my mother said into my ear. “I really like her too. Good choice.”

The brunette went slowly past us and out of the mall, following her companions. We started looking around again to see who else we could find.

“Hm, well, what about that one?” my mom said.

“Which one?”

“Over there, sitting at the table with that guy with a ponytail.”

“Yuck.”

“Yeah, I know. That ponytail is ridiculous. But the woman is pretty, don’t you think?”

“Um, yeah, I guess.” She certainly was attractive. A blonde, probably around 40, nicely dressed and wearing a lot of makeup. “I mean, you’re right, she’s very pretty, but if you, I mean…”

“Go ahead, Julie, I really want to know what you think.”

“Um, I don’t know, I guess she just looks kind of fake to me or something. I can’t really describe it.”

“Okay, well…” My mother turned slowly around, scanning the restaurant. “Hello, now that’s nice.”

She gave me a nudge. “Check this one out.”

I followed her gaze to a really cute young woman, maybe around 25, wearing a tight-fitting tank top that showed she had a great figure. She was seated at a table across from an older woman, who I guessed might be her mother, and she was looking our way.

“I wonder if she has an idea of what we’re really up to.”

“What do you mean?” I asked.

“Well, we certainly seem to have her attention for some reason. She keeps looking at us. I don’t know, maybe she’s checking us out, probably thinking how hot you look in that little dress —”

“No, I bet she’s looking at you. At your legs.”

My mom was wearing a very short little black dress that night, and she looked just beautiful, like a model or something.

“I hope so. I sure would like to have that pretty tongue of hers licking my pussy.”

“Mom! Not so loud…”

“Oops, sorry. I did get a bit carried away there, didn’t I? Another minute or two and I’d have walked right over and started kissing her.”

She took a deep breath and sighed. “Okay, we’d probably better move to another location before I get us arrested.”

My mother took my hand and we left the restaurant.

A few doors further down was an upscale furniture store, the kind of place where even a mirror is $500. My mom had a really good job and we could afford nice things, but I didn’t think she’d ever buy that sort of stuff. We went into the store anyway, though, and once we got inside I could see why.

Apparently my mother had spotted this gorgeous 20-something brunette through the window. The place was really quiet, just an old bald guy working on something at a desk in the back, and then this beautiful woman in a green dress. There weren’t any other customers that I could see.

“Good evening, can I help you?” She was just incredibly pretty, with perfect skin and exotic-looking brown eyes. If I could have chosen any woman we’d seen so far that night for my mom to have sex with, it definitely would have been her.

“Hi,” said my mother, adding a little laugh, “you know, it’s funny, I’m not really looking for anything in particular. The only reason I came in is because I saw you through the window.”

The woman frowned slightly. “Oh?”

“What I mean is, I saw your dress. I have one at home almost exactly like it, don’t I, Julie.”

“Um, yeah.” I reached for my mother’s hand behind her back and squeezed it tightly, trying to communicate what I was feeling.

“Now that I see it a little closer, though, they’re not identical. But you look fabulous in that one.”

“Oh, thank you,” smiled the woman.

My mother went on, “Mine is a halter that ties in the back. But, is yours…” She peered at the woman’s neck.

“Yeah, it’s a halter,” she said, lifting her hair to show us, “but it doesn’t tie. See, there’s a zipper down here.” She turned and pointed to the small of her back. As I stared at the woman’s smooth, pale skin, I had to restrain myself from reaching out and touching her.

“Oh, right, I see that,” said my mom. “Well, you look just fantastic in it, almost like the dress was made for you.”

“Oh, thanks, thanks again, you’re too kind.”

“Anyway, I’m sorry we took up your time. Maybe we’ll come back in next time we’re in the market for some furniture.”

“I hope you will — or just stop by any time for a chat. As you can see, it’s not like I’m inundated most of the time.” She held out her hand, and I saw her eyes go down for a second to look at my mother’s legs. “My name is Carla.”

“I’m Suzanne. And this is my daughter, Julie.”

“Well, you sure are a pretty girl, Julie. I love that dress.”

“Oh, thank you.” I did a little curtsy, and I noticed that my mom was still holding the woman’s hand.

“We’ll try to come back soon then,” said my mother with a big smile, putting her other hand over Carla’s.

“Good. I’ll look forward to it.”

They finally ended the handshake and we left the store. As soon as we were out the door, I grabbed her arm, saying, “Mommy, she was perfect!”

“Yes, she was lovely, wasn’t she?”

“So, um, do you think you could, maybe…”

“Possibly. She offered an invitation for just a ‘chat’, so maybe I’ll stop in one day next week and I’ll see if I can take her to lunch. And then, who knows?”

We were approaching the center of the mall where there was an escalator to the second level. Suddenly my mom took my hand and started walking faster.

Just getting on the escalator was a cute girl with long blonde ponytail, wearing tennis shoes and an extremely short denim miniskirt. We got there quickly enough to be just behind her and ride the escalator up with her. That meant we had a great view of her slender legs.

I thought my mother was really smart to notice that and take advantage of the opportunity!

As the girl, who was 14 or so, stepped off at the top, she hesitated and looked around, apparently trying to figure out where she was. She turned and, for a moment, looked straight at me, giving me a nice smile — which made my heart skip a beat — but then she headed for the exit door that led to the parking lot on the other side of the mall from where we’d come in.

My mother, who was still holding my hand, asked, “Did you like her?”

“Yeah…” I noticed then that my palms were sweaty. I was getting very excited by this new game of looking at pretty girls with my mother and talking about them.

“I guess maybe her mom is coming to pick her up or something,” I said.

My mother squeezed my hand. “Yes, and maybe on the way home, she’ll tell her mother about a sexy young girl she just saw at the mall wearing a yellow sundress, and when they get home, they’ll masturbate together.”

That naughty idea made me feel all warm and kind of liquid-y inside. I realized then that my pussy was getting very wet, so wet I was suddenly afraid — since I wasn’t wearing any panties — that it might start dripping down my leg!

“Mommy…” I pulled her into a corner, behind a big potted plant.

“What, honey? What is it?” She held my face, frowning, obviously concerned.

I knew I was flushed, and I had tears in my eyes. I was scared that I might do something bad to embarrass myself, or her, and that we might even get into trouble.

“What’s the matter, baby? Don’t you feel well?”

“No, I — I feel fine. It’s just, um, that I’m…” I was standing with my legs crossed, my thighs pressed together.

“Do you have to go to the bathroom?”

That made me giggle a little. “No… I mean, not, not for that reason anyway.”

She shook her head. “I don’t understand. What do you mean?”

I looked around to make sure no one was watching us. Then I cupped my hand and whispered in her ear. “When you were telling me about that girl and her mom, like, maybe saying stuff about me and then, um, masturbating… I, sort of, like, got really hot and now I’m, I don’t know, so wet I might start dripping on the floor.”

My mother began to laugh. I knew she wasn’t laughing at me but was just relieved that I wasn’t sick or anything. “Oh, you poor dear,” she said, giving me a big kiss on the lips.

I wanted her to kiss me some more. A lot. I was so aroused at that point that I would have kissed almost any good-looking woman or girl — even my mom! But of course we were in a mall, so I couldn’t.

My mother smiled warmly at me and gave me another quick kiss, then looked around. “Let’s go in there,” she said.

Continue on to Chapter 9

 

No comments on The Joy of Looking, Chapter 8

  1. MrStrut says:

    NM that was so hot, Julie and her mom checking out all those women and then the 14 yo girl. Your writing is so erotic that I can’t stop reading chapter after chapter!

  2. Poppabear or PoppaClyde2 says:

    We hope you have plenty of time available soon, MrStrut, as this story (novel) just gets better and better.

    Many of her fans here think that Naughty Mommy is by a long way the best writer of lesbian erotic fiction, and this is a tour de force which I know you will enjoy for a long time.

    Ahead of you is another story she is writing now and is on the way to matching The Joy of Looking with her “beach baby saga” Serendipity.

  3. Jenny says:

    See pretty girls in the mall is a delight, but it is also very exciting exhibit us. Dress very sexy, show a lot of skin, accompanied by my girlfriend and give intense kisses in public, to capture girls who are interested to join us or see us, it is a very exciting experience.
    By the way … Having a nanny as Danny, my panties would always wet 😛

  4. Jenny, do you and your girlfriend really do that, kiss in public, show off and exhibit yourselves? My girlfriend and I sometimes do, but we’re usually more conservative. 😉

  5. Jenny says:

    It’s very exciting to do it in public, dear Naugthy Mommy. We kissed heavily in bars, bus stops, parks or malls. In Mexico City there are tourist areas where we do very often, where we know we can see sexy girls. It’s exciting!!!

  6. Kevin says:

    I really like Julie and her mom checking out girls together. It’s pretty innocent yet very erotic at the same time. Loving the story so far 🙂

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