The Joy of Looking, Chapter 95

  • Posted on January 24, 2016 at 2:20 pm

By Naughty Mommy

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Hannah and I came into our house, and I put my backpack down by the front door. We found Kate on the sofa in the family room, playing a basketball video game. She paused it when she saw us.

“This is my little sister Kate,” I told Hannah. “She just turned 12. Kate, this is my friend, Hannah.”

My sister looked at us and smiled, but didn’t get up from her seat. “Hi, Hannah,” she said.

On impulse, I leaned down and kissed Katie on the lips, holding the kiss a second or two longer than you would expect. When I finished, I saw a surprised expression on Hannah’s face.

“I don’t like my sister very much,” I joked. “She’s really kind of a brat. I guess she is sorta cute, though, for such a little squirt.”

“Shut up, you turd,” Kate grinned as she started up the video game again.

Laughing, I led Hannah upstairs. I took her to Molly’s room first. The door was open. Molly and Chelsea were sitting on the floor, playing with the big dollhouse Molly’d received as a Christmas present. For once the two weren’t watching each other masturbate, as they often did when alone together.

“Hey, guys,” I said. “This is my new friend, Hannah, from school.”

Both girls jumped up, coming over to give me a hug and a kiss. I introduced them and they said hello to Hannah.

“Hey, I think you know my cousin, Lindsey,” Hannah said to Molly. “She’s in your class?”

“Lindsey is your cousin?”


“Yeah, I do, I like her,” Molly said. “She was at my slumber party, at my big sleepover.”

“Oh, was she then? When was that?”

“It was, um, I don’t know, a while ago.”

“It was in March,” I said.

“Okay,” Hannah nodded, smiling at my sister. “I was still living in England then, eh?”

Molly didn’t know what to say to that, apparently, so she just smiled as well. Then the kids returned to their dolls, and the pretty redhead and I went to my room.

We sat on my bed and talked for a while. I asked her what it was like to live in Europe, and whether it was a difficult adjustment to make, living in the States now. It was all good, she said. Hannah seemed to be the kind of kid who could handle just about any situation without a problem, taking things in stride, staying cheerful and confident. I admired for that. In fact, the more I got to know this girl, the better I liked her.

When we started talking about school and the subject of Ms. Firth came up again, Hannah’s demeanor subtly began to change. Her voice became quieter, her cheeks took on some color, and those already big brown eyes grew even wider.

After about a minute, she got up from the bed and went to the door. We’d left it open, but now she closed it and came back to sit by me again.

“Julie, can I tell you something?” she asked, her face aglow.

“Of course. You can tell me anything.”

“Okay, um… you know I said I really like Miss Firth?”

“Uh-huh,” I nodded.

“Well, you know I told you I like girls. And, um, when I think about things like that, like about Miss Firth, I mean, it makes me want to…”

She paused, and so I said, “It makes you want to… what?”

Instead of completing her sentence, Hannah gazed steadily into my eyes. Then, very slowly, she leaned in closer to me, until her lips were almost touching mine. I could feel her warm breath on my face, smell her girlish scent, the aroma of cherry lip gloss. We looked at each other a moment longer, and then she kissed me.

It was a soft, tender kiss, lasting only a few seconds. Then she drew away and licked her lips, blushing deeply.

“That was nice,” I smiled. “I liked it.”

“Me too,” Hannah giggled. “Have you ever done that before?”

Have I ever done that before? Ha-ha! Oh, the stories I could tell this girl! For now, though, I just nodded and said, “Yeah, I have. A few times.”

As usual, the look on my face must have given me away.

“Have you done more than that?” she asked, eyebrows raised.

Now it was my turn to blush. “Um, well, sort of… I’ll tell you later, maybe. Right now just kiss me again, okay?”

“All right.”

This time when Hannah kissed me, I parted my lips slightly and let the tip of my tongue touch her lips. She started, briefly — but then opened her mouth and let me in.

We kissed for the next fifteen minutes or so, and it was really nice. As you know, I love kissing, I truly adore it. It’s one of my favorite things to do sexually, at least in the top ten, hee-hee. Hannah wasn’t very experienced and she wasn’t a great kisser yet — but her lips were soft, her tongue tasted sweet, and she was just so unbelievably cute! Even the fact that she had braces on her teeth didn’t bother me much. She couldn’t help that, and besides, she said they were coming off in a few months.

When we finally stopped to catch our breath, both of us broke into giggles at the way we looked. Our cheeks were flushed, our lips reddened, our faces sweaty with strands of damp hair clinging to our foreheads — and my hair wasn’t the only thing getting damp, my panties were too! I wondered if Hannah’s undies might be in the same condition as mine. I was pretty sure they must have been and almost said something about it, but then I decided not to.

Instead, I said, “Hey, um… do you think your mom, your mum, would let you stay for dinner here? I can call my mom and ask her but I’m sure she’ll say okay. Do you want to?”

She said she did, so we made our calls, and Hannah had dinner with us that night. My mother liked her a lot, and Dana did too.

As we were eating dessert, Chelsea said to our mother, “Mommy, can my friend Samantha come here for dinner too?”

“I don’t see why not,” said my mom. “But I don’t think we know about Samantha yet, sweetie. Can you tell us about her?”

I noticed Hannah looking a bit confused by this exchange. She was clearly trying to understand why Chelsea would refer to my mother as ‘Mommy’. When I’d introduced Hannah to them, I’d told her Dana was Chelsea’s mom. I had some explaining to do, but not right then.

“Samantha’s my friend,” said Chelsea. “She has freckles. She’s a girl, um… she’s 7, like me, and she’s in my class. She’s my friend.”

“All right,” Mommy said. “She sounds like a lovely child. But you know, I think I probably should talk with her mother first and make sure it’s okay for Samantha to come here for dinner. Do you have her phone number?”

“Whose phone number?”


“No, but I can ask her for it, I guess.”

“Why don’t you do that, sweetie,” Mommy smiled, “and then I’ll call Samantha’s mom and talk to her, and we’ll have your friend over to dinner, all right?”

“Okay. Thank you, Mommy.”

“You’re welcome, darling.”

It was getting dark outside by the time we finished dinner and dessert, so Dana offered to take Hannah home when she and Chelsea left to drive back to their apartment. As it turned out, I didn’t get a chance to say anything to Hannah that evening about the unorthodox relationships between the various members of our family, but I was sure the topic would come up soon enough.

* * *

Later that night, as I lay in bed rubbing my pussy while I thought about how pretty Ms. Firth was, and as I recalled how nice it felt kissing Hannah — and as I imagined Hannah masturbating while she thought about Ms. Firth — I also began to think about Hannah’s mother, Kelsey, and the way she’d looked at me that afternoon, and at her niece and her daughter too. I was almost sure I’d seen desire in her eyes, lesbian lust, an attraction to young girls, very young girls.

Was that really possible, or was I only imagining it? Of course I knew it was possible. I’d already known several women who were that way, who craved sex with girls my age or even younger. But how common was it really?

I tried to think about the other moms I knew, like the mothers of some of my friends at school, the few that I’d met. They weren’t all that way, or at least I certainly couldn’t see it just by looking at them. In fact, I wasn’t sure any of them were. I was pretty sure Elaine Gallagher wasn’t like that either. I knew she liked watching lesbian porn, because I’d found it, but I’d never seen any indication that she was drawn to young girls like me.

Then I thought about my teachers at school, the females. As far as I could tell, none of them were clearly that way. Once in a while, perhaps, I might catch a teacher admiring a cute young student in a short skirt, but not very often (I’m talking about the women, of course — the male teachers nearly all looked at the pretty girls a lot, but I simply tuned them out).

On the other hand, I knew my own mother was like that, and Dana too, obviously. I suspected the same thing of Paula, Riley’s mom, and now of Kelsey and possibly of Lauren as well. So maybe it wasn’t everyone, but it could be a fairly high percentage of women who were that way. It made me want to find out for sure — about these other women, I mean, the mothers of Hannah and Lindsey and Riley.

During all this contemplation, I’d continued rubbing myself but I wasn’t anywhere close to an orgasm yet. The mental effort had taken precedent over my libidinous arousal. Now, however, as I began to picture those sexy moms with their young daughters, lying naked in bed with them, kissing them and touching them, I quickly got very turned on and extremely wet. It didn’t take long for me to reach a powerful climax then, as I thought about all the exciting possibilities of lesbian incest.

* * *

The very next day as soon as our mother arrived home from the office, Chelsea ran up to her, handing Mommy a piece of paper torn from a notebook. It had Samantha’s phone number scrawled on it. After changing out of her work clothes, Mommy called and spoke with Megan Oliver, Samantha’s mom. They agreed that the next day, Friday, Samantha would walk with Chelsea to our house after school and have dinner with us.

I thought it was interesting that my mother was the one who made the phone call to Samantha’s mom, and not Dana, Chelsea’s actual mother. I guess that was in keeping with our adjusted relationships, where Mommy took on the role of parent to all of us, including Dana. Apparently Ms. Oliver never asked about that, at least not that I could tell as I listened to our mother’s half of the conversation.

Friday soon came, and we all got to meet the adorable 7-year-old Samantha. She was tall for her age, and thin, with dark curly hair and lots of freckles. Her eyes were hazel, and kind of squinty.

The girl was fairly quiet at first, probably feeling a bit overwhelmed at being surrounded by the many other females in our expanded family, most of whom were very talkative. After a while, though, Samantha loosened up. She started talking more, and laughing a lot too. It was cute when she laughed, because then her cheeks puffed out and her eyes creased almost shut.

We learned that she was an only child, that her mom was a hairdresser, that her father had left them when Samantha was a toddler and that she hardly ever saw him any more. She told us, in answer to a question from me, that her favorite subjects in school were art and reading. We also learned that the girl strongly preferred to be called Samantha, not Sam or Sammie. Dana had asked her about that, and the reply was quite definite.

At 8:00 o’clock, Mommy drove Samantha home. Dana and Chelsea went along with them. When they came back, they told us that Megan, Samantha’s mom, was a tall, slender redhead with even more freckles than her daughter. She was in her mid-twenties, apparently, and very pretty.

“I sure would like to fuck her,” our mother said, and we all giggled.

“Just her mom?” I asked, “Or Samantha too?”

“Oh, both, definitely,” Mommy winked. “But now, come on, it’s getting late. I want you younger girls in bed and asleep by 10:00, and before then, I want to lick your pussies and have you lick mine, okay?”

“Yay!” Molly and Chelsea clapped.

Kate and I had taken taken care of the dishes and cleaned up the kitchen right after dinner, so we all headed upstairs for a night of naughty fun.

* * *

Earlier that week, Elaine had called to ask if I could babysit her kids on Saturday evening, starting at around 6:00. There wasn’t anything else going on that night that I knew about, and it was always nice making the extra money, so I said I would. But then out of the blue on Saturday, Molly asked if Emily could come to our house that same night for a sleepover.

Our mother phoned Emily’s mom, Theresa Chandler, to talk about it. When she hung up, Mommy told Molly it was fine, and that in fact she and Dana would be going out to dinner that evening with Theresa.

“I thought Ms. Chandler was married,” I said.

“She is,” my mom replied, “but her husband is out of town, attending a medical conference. So this will be a good opportunity for us to get to know her better.”

The look on her face when she said that made it pretty clear what she was thinking about. Then she turned to my sister.

“Kate,” Mommy began, “Julie is sitting tonight for the Gallagher kids. That means you’ll be the oldest one here, while we’re out at dinner. Can I trust you to be responsible for Molly and Emily and Chelsea?”

“Sure, it’s cool,” Kate nodded. “No probs.”

“We can play Undercover Spy with Emily!” Molly enthused. Chelsea thought that was a wonderful idea, excitedly jumping up and down as they talked about it.

I kicked myself for having accepted that babysitting job. While I liked making the money, I would hate to miss out on seeing 9-year-old Emily naked and touching her all over. I briefly considering calling Ms. Gallagher to cancel — but then decided that wouldn’t be right, and anyhow my mom would be furious if I went back on my word. I resigned myself to the situation, frowning inside.

Dana took me over to Elaine’s at 6:00 so Mommy would be home to greet Theresa when she arrived with Emily. As we drove, my ‘big sister’ reached over and patted my leg.

“You’re upset, aren’t you,” Dana said, “about missing the fun with the girls.”

Obviously I wasn’t hiding my feelings very well. “It’s all right,” I sighed. “There’ll be other chances, I guess.”

“Of course there will be, lots of ‘em. Just think, Julie, you’re only 13 now. You have your whole life to look for little girls to play with, and big girls too. I’ll bet by the time you’re my age you’ll have had sex with like hundreds of girls and women.”

“You really think so?”

“Sure, why not? If that’s what you want to do, anyway. Maybe, though, you’ll find one special girl and decide to settle down, concentrate just on her and not play around so much.”

I grinned at Dana. “You already know who my special girl is. There’ll never be anyone else but her for me.”

“Mommy, right?” she winked.


“What about, um, Hannah? You like her a lot, don’t you?”

“Yeah, I do. She’s really cute and smart and everything, and sexy. I like Hannah. But it’s different with her, or with anyone else. It’s not the same as with Mommy.”

“I know. I’m glad you two are so in love. It’s nice.” She stopped the car in front of the Gallagher’s. “Okay, here we are. Call us when you get done.”

“All right, I will.” I kissed Dana on the lips. “Bye, I love you. And thanks for the ride.”

“I love you too, honey. Have fun.”

It actually wasn’t much fun, of course. Elaine’s two children, Justin and Britney, weren’t hard to deal with or anything. They were fine, just not very exciting. Justin, who was 6, was a boy, so there was nothing there to interest me, and Britney, only 3, was still too young to arouse any real sexual desire.

The only good thing was after I put the kids to bed I called Hannah and talked to her for a while. We were getting to know each other better, sharing more of our secrets. I wasn’t ready yet to tell her any of the really big secrets in my life — about my mom and my sisters and everything — but I sensed that I might be able to someday.

Hannah seemed to me like a girl who would be interested in, shall we way, some of the kinkier varieties of lesbian sex. I wasn’t sure then why I thought that, it was just a feeling. It turned out I was right, of course, although it would be another month until we truly began revealing ourselves to each other.

Elaine got back at a little after 10:00.

“How was your date?” I asked. She’d told me she was having dinner with an older man she’d met online through a dating site.

“Not bad,” she smiled. “I liked him. His name is Carl. He’s sort of… dignified. I like that in a man.”

“Good, I’m glad.” I was pleased to see Elaine feeling happy for once. It seemed like the poor woman almost never had any luck with her dates. Maybe this time things would work out for her.

Mommy came to pick me up. While we were driving home, she told me about their dinner with Theresa. She seemed pretty excited about it.

“You’ll never believe this,” she said.


“Her husband is gay.”


“Yes,” she laughed. “Theresa really opened up to us tonight. It seems that she knew about his, uh, his past and his preferences when he asked her to marry him ten years ago. He swore that was all behind him then, his bisexuality and everything, that he was devoted only to her.”

“And then what?”

“Well, for a few years apparently he was able to stay straight. But after a while his desires got the better of him. There’s nothing wrong with that, of course. I mean, everyone has a right to pursue their own interests as long as no one gets hurt. But you see, he’d made a commitment to Theresa, and she trusted him. Plus, there’s the AIDS virus to worry about.”

“Wow. So, is she gonna divorce him?”

“I don’t think so, at least not right away. She’s known about this for quite a while, about his extramarital activities, I mean, and they’ve decided to stay together, if not sleep together. He makes a very good living as a surgeon, so there’s that for Theresa to think about. And they both seem to feel it’s better for them socially if they stay married.”

My mother paused and licked her lips. I could see her thinking. I was sure there was something else coming.

“But?” I prompted.

She chuckled, “But — Theresa has finally decided that if it’s all right for him to have fun on the side, there’s no reason she shouldn’t be able to as well.”

“Is she gonna start dating other men?”

“Well, perhaps… but it seems that our lovely Theresa is more interested now in exploring the other side.”

“You mean…”

“Uh-huh,” Mommy grinned, “and that’s what we spent the second part of our dinner talking about. She was full of questions for me and Dana about what it’s like being a lesbian.”

“Oh my god.”

We’d reached our house. My mom pulled into the garage and shut off the engine, but before we got out of the car, she turned to look at me, putting a hand on my shoulder.

“Now, you understand, honey, we can’t be spreading all this around. Theresa told these things to us in confidence, and I don’t want to violate her trust. I’m sharing it with you because, well, because you’re my partner in a way, the one person I feel closer to than anyone else in the world.”

“Oh, Mommy, thank you for saying that.”

She raised her hand to my cheek, gently caressing my face. Her touch was warm and tender. She leaned close and kissed my mouth.

“I love you, Julie,” she whispered.


We kissed again, more deeply this time, tongues exploring. It was a little awkward, of course, being in the car, trying to grab for each other with the steering wheel and the shift console in the way. Realizing that, we giggled and got out, heading into the house.

We found Dana and Kate on the sofa, eagerly making out. They took a break from kissing when we came in, but with their arms still around each other, cheeks flushed, lips wet and shiny.

“Hi!” chirped Dana.

“Hi,” our mother laughed. “Where are the little ones? Asleep, I hope?”

It was almost 11:00 o’clock by then.

“I don’t know if they’re asleep,” Kate shrugged. “Probably not. But they’re in bed, in Molly’s room.”

“All right.” Mommy leaned down and kissed them both on the mouth, Dana first, then Kate.

As she straightened up, my mom put a hand over her breast, squeezing it. The other hand went between her legs.

“How about if the four of us go up to my room and get in bed together,” she said. “I think we’d all like to hear about the sexy games you played with those little girls, Katie, while we were out tonight.”

Continue on to Chapter 96


14 Comments on The Joy of Looking, Chapter 95

  1. Poppabear or PoppaClyde2 says:

    This story is never going to win a Pulitzer prize.

    Naughty Mommy, (not that she’d want to, would you?) will never be on Oprah Winfrey’s Show talking about Julie, Katie, Molly and their Mommy, but, we all know this is one of the greatest pieces of lesbian erotica that has ever been written, and, it might also be the longest.

    Some of the members know that I have strange habits (who doesn’t) and that I collect the stories from here rather than read them online.

    I just added Chapter 95 to my complete The Joy of Looking, and I can tell you that it is 355,969 words long and in my version it occupies 445 pages.

    It is a triumph of imagination, and, this ol’ pedant can tell you, there is hardly ever a misspelt word or an awkward sentence to interfere with the joy of reading.

    Thank you, Naughty Mommy, you are a star in my firmament.

  2. ‘Hardly ever’?? Are you implying, Poppa, that I have misspelled words and awkward sentences in my stories? Why, I have never been so —— so flattered and gratified in all my life!

  3. Oh, and by the way, my version of JoL, halfway through Chapter 116, is now at 426,545 words. Whew! 😉

  4. Evan says:

    Very nice 🙂 can’t wait for the new characters to get naked and share the love!

  5. Hannah says:

    Can’t wait for the next exciting new chapter, naughty mommy.

    Love Hannah xx

  6. Brian says:

    Well said, my friend! I couldn’t agree more! A lot, in fact almost all, series of erotic stories, wear out their welcome, shall we say, after a few chapters, into the teens sometimes but rarely past that. But this epic tale has me perpetually fascinated, eagerly anticipating who we will meet next. You are extraordinarily talented, NM! Thank you for sharing that talent with all of us…

  7. Brian says:

    Perhaps it could win a Puss-ulitzer prize instead?

  8. Brian, thank you very much. I’m glad you’re still enjoying the long story after all this time. And I really don’t need any prizes. Positive feedback from my readers is praise enough. 😀

    Hannah and Evan, you won’t have to wait too long — Chapter 96 is coming tomorrow!

  9. Evan says:

    Yay!!!! I also loooove reading the comments from female readers. Having horny girls love this stuff is so erotic to me 🙂

  10. David says:

    I love your work NM and get excited with every chapter, even if they only talk about sex and don’t actually have sex. I love the detail of this story and how there is a story like and not sex. I am also looking forward to all the new character joining our lovely family of lovers. I even have a feeling that Elaine will at least have sex with Julie if not joining the others too.

    • David says:

      Sorry my thoughts go faster than my fingers. To edit my comments, I meant to say “I love the detail of this story and how there is a storyline and not just sex”

  11. Tim says:

    I have been re-reading this story, chapter by chapter, and haven’t commented for a little while. Not because I haven’t wanted to, but more because I would have struggled to say something different, and also improve on the comments already written.
    However, I can’t go on like that, so I really just want to say that this story just keeps on giving and giving and giving! Giving me pleasure, giving me arousal, giving me excitement, and just giving me a darn good story that has me completely hooked.
    So thank you Naughty Mommy. I have honestly loved every single part. 5 stars throughout!!!
    Can’t wait to continue on now to the next chapter.
    Love, love love it!!!!!

    • Naughty Mommy says:

      Thank you, Tim! Reader feedback is what we live for here. 😀

      Oh, and I also want to thank David, belatedly, for the comment about enjoying the storyline as much as the sex. In fact, I enjoy writing those parts — the plot, the detail, and the character development — just as much I do the erotic passages. Well, I guess you could say I enjoy them in a different way, ha-ha.

    • sue says:

      Thank you, Tim, for putting in to words what I was thinking but couldn’t articulate. And of course thanks to Naughty Mommy.

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