Subject:     Shopping With Aunt Linda
Story Codes: FF incest aunt niece
Diary Date:  September 24, 2016
Author:      Kelly <pghpa_girl@yahoo.com>

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Summary
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As much as I see her and as intertwined as she has been with my family 
throughout my entire life, you'd think we would do this more often!  Oh 
well, I guess it just makes it all the more special when we do.


Table of Contents
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   Chapter 1 - Part of the Family
   Chapter 2 - An Invitation
   Chapter 3 - Out With My Aunt
   Chapter 4 - Showing My Age?

   
Chapter 1 - Part of the Family
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There are times I look back at my childhood and can't help but feel more 
than a little embarrassed at how clueless, naive, or however else to 
describe what I was.  Yet at the same time it just goes to show that all 
children grow up thinking things in their family are "normal" and the 
same for everybody even though later in life they usually learn 
differently.  In some cases it's sad as the child who is abused or sees 
her mother abused doesn't understand it's not right but rather accepts it 
as how things are.  Even more sad is when those impressions are so deep 
they carry over into their teen and adult life.  All too often you hear 
about a woman abused by her husband only to learn that she was raised in 
a family under similar circumstances.

Fortunately in my case I was never abused or molested in any way, shape 
or form by my parents. Indeed, if anything I was always treated with what 
I now recognize as extraordinary love and respect.  Oh sure at the time I 
probably would have told you different, now that I have the advantage of 
20-20 hindsight and the maturity (at least I'd like to think) that comes 
with being in my thirties I look back with admiration and thankfulness 
for my parents.  Oh sure there were times, especially during those 
rebellious teen years, when I might not have agreed with such an 
assessment.  However, now being a parent myself of two lovely young 
daughters I'm seeing things from a totally different perspective.  Were 
my parents perfect?  Heck no!  That's not to criticize them as has there 
have NEVER been perfect parents outside the TV world of the Brady Bunch, 
My Three Sons and such unrealistic families.  Still, I was fortunate to 
have been blessed with such a wonderful upbringing.

The reason that I say all this is because people sometimes look at me (a 
figurative term as it's usually by letter or e-mail) as if they think I'm 
either making all these things up when I tell them how much I did NOT 
know was going on in my family while growing up or that I was just 
totally clueless, maybe even stupid.  In my defense it's not like my 
family was really all that different than most.  We lived in an upper-
middle class neighborhood doing the same things that most families did.  
We attended church where my dad was an elder and my mom was in the PTA. 
Sexually my parents were somewhat conservative in that they didn't swing 
or host crazy sex parties.  We weren't nudists or go about flaunting our 
naked bodies for no reason.  Heck, I didn't even see my parents having 
sex (not even by accident) until I was sixteen!

At the same time to be fair there WERE a few things I couldn't help but 
notice that were different about our family from those of most of my 
friends - the things my mom made sure that I knew from an early age not 
to talk about with other people.  While I mentioned that we weren't 
nudists, it's also not like anyone went bonkers if seen undressing or 
even totally naked.  For instance, as my bedroom door was almost never 
shut, if I was dressing and my dad just happened to pass by on his way to 
the bathroom he might look and see me but it wasn't considered anything 
worth mentioning by either of us.  It's not like I would turn or try to 
cover myself yet at the same time I didn't "perform" for him.  If my mom 
or dad were in the shower I didn't have to wait outside the bathroom door 
if I had to use the toilet - I just did it and nobody said anything.  My 
dad had this silly thing about no swim suits in the hot tub - he claimed 
it had something to do with maintaining the water chemistry.  So we all 
just dropped our towels and got in naked - no big deal.   I never saw the 
parents or siblings of my friends nude when I was at their house but then 
again, they didn't see MY parents nude either so was it really all that 
different?  For all I knew growing up they did the same.  I wasn't 
supposed to talk about it so I just figured they weren't either.

Perhaps the most "extreme" thing that differentiated my family from most, 
at least from some people's perspective, involved masturbation.  My 
parents viewed masturbation as a normal event and as such didn't have to 
be hidden.  Even so, like nudity it may be acceptable but it wasn't 
something to be flaunted either.  I didn't start myself until I was 
eleven or so but while growing up before then it wasn't all that unusual 
for my dad to stroke himself while watching one of his porn videotapes on 
the TV.  He didn't make a production out of it; sometimes he just jerked 
off under his sweats or workout shorts.  Usually he just pulled it out 
enough to get a good grip on it and that was it.  My mom taught me early 
on that it wasn't considered polite to stare at him when he was doing it 
so I would usually just walk away when my dad was "busy" or pretend not 
to notice.

When I got old to start enjoying myself my mom again emphasized that 
masturbation was a normal part of growing up and that it was nothing to 
be embarrassed.  She encouraged me to just do whatever I needed to do 
wherever or whenever it was needed, at least when I was home.  It DID 
seem sort of silly to run off to my bedroom when they both knew what I 
would be doing there anyways.  Again, out of respect, not to mention 
simply being polite, I tried to be discreet so as not to disturb my 
parents.  My point being is that masturbation wasn't treated like some 
stupid porn video where a girl masturbates just to turn on someone 
watching her.  "If it feels good, just do it," was my mom's motto which I 
adopted as my own and I plan to teach to my own daughters someday.

Of course like nudity, my mom drilled into me that it wasn't polite to 
discuss these things with other people, especially my friends.  Thus when 
we would masturbate together at sleepovers I never mentioned anything 
about my parents seeing me when some of the other girls would talk about 
almost getting caught by their parents or siblings as if it would be a 
horrible thing to happen.  At first I just figured they were teasing or 
be being a little dramatic but I wasn't THAT dumb that I didn't figure 
out pretty quick they were being more truthful than me.  Once I made the 
mistake of starting to say something about doing it while my dad was in 
the room.  Of course I assured them I was just teasing but I never made 
THAT mistake again after seeing the wide eyes and open mouths!  

As open as my parents were with me about most things, there WERE a number 
of things that were NOT disclosed to me while growing up, at least not 
until I got older.  For instance, I had no idea that my parents had sex 
with anyone else.  In fact, it wasn't until I started having sex with my 
dad after I'd turned sixteen that I was even allowed to watch them 
together.  Prior to that I had no idea whatsoever some of the things 
going on, sometimes practically right in front of me.  It's easy to say 
now it should have been obvious and perhaps it would have had I known 
what to look for.  Yet when you're barely yet a teenager these aren't the 
sort of things you even think about, let alone look for.

As I've already mentioned, my parents weren't swingers (not even 
privately) so it's not like they were doing it all the time with multiple 
partners.  In fact, my mom has always contended that having sex outside 
her family is am act of adultery and as such something she adamantly 
opposed.  When she would say that to me I just assumed by "family" she 
meant her and my dad - and why would I think any differently as incest 
was never even mentioned outside my dad's porn movies.  

Compared to what people reading this might think, actually my parents 
weren't hiding all that much!  For my mom, she had sex with her dad 
starting when she was fourteen and that continued more or less regularly 
until his passing.  She also got together now and then with Uncle Paul, 
my dad's oldest brother, although for some reason she kept that pretty 
secret - something she didn't even tell my dad about and something I 
didn't find out until my uncle started fucking me as well.  For her, that 
was about it.  Not exactly the stuff you could write a novel about.

For my dad it was even less.  Unlike my mom, his side of the family had 
zero history with incest so nothing like that was happening.  Once 
married, given my mom's position on adultery he didn't have many options 
for sex besides my mom.  The one option he DID have - and took full 
advantage of, was indeed something I had NO idea about while growing up 
and serves as a perfect example of how when you grow up with something 
all around you, sometimes you don't notice it.

That "something" was my Aunt Linda, my mom's younger sister by almost two 
years.  While I knew my dad had dated both sisters back in high school, 
so far as I was concerned my mom "won" in terms of snagging my dad at the 
altar and that was that so far as him and Aunt Linda.   At least that's 
what I was led to believe although to be fair, I can't point to a single 
time when I was actually TOLD this was the case but rather it was 
something I just assumed.  I mean, why would I think anything different?

So really my parents can't be accused of holding back TOO much from me.  
In fact, I can count the number of things on one hand without using my 
thumb!  Let's see... 1) my mom and her sister were fucking my 
grandfather, 2) my mom was fucking my Uncle Paul, and 3) my dad was 
fucking my Aunt Linda.  Heck, didn't even need all my fingers!  Yes, 
there were also a few things I didn't know about my Aunt Linda and my 
cousin but so far as my immediate family was concerned, that was it.

So a little more about my Aunt Linda... 

Looking at my mom and her sister I don't think most people would say they 
were sisters if they didn't already know.  Being the elder, my mom tends 
to be more serious while my aunt, even now in her fifties, tends to play 
the role of the "little sister" looking to cause trouble.  They don't 
even look much alike and supposedly my mom would tease her younger sister 
that she had been adopted.  While my mom married a great guy - my dad, 
Linda married a real loser who dumped her shortly after the arrival of my 
cousin Kristi.  What a jerk!  Even though he knew all about her incestual 
relationship with her father long before they got married, apparently he 
assumed things would change after they got married.  Of course they 
didn't as incest isn't the sort of thing you just stop once you do it.  
Apparently he suffered from an over-inflated ego and couldn't handle the 
thought of his wife doing what a proper daughter SHOULD do when it comes 
to submitting to her father.  After much arguing he gave her an ultimatum 
to either stop fucking her father or he would leave her, leaving her with 
no choice but to divorce him.  Aunt Linda never remarried so while I was 
growing up she and my cousin spent more time at our house than theirs - 
or at least that's how it seemed at times.

Aunt Linda's personality and outlook on life were just as different from 
my mom's as their looks.  While my mom went along with my dad's "no swim 
suit" decree in the hot tub, other than that I rarely saw her naked 
unless she was taking a shower, dressing or in bed.  Even around the 
house she always wore at least panties and a bra and 99% of the time more 
than that.  In contrast, her younger sister was always running around the 
house stark naked which was sort of hypocritical in that she fussed at 
her own daughter if she tried to follow the example of her mother.

When I say some things I didn't notice were obvious in hindsight, Aunt 
Linda is Exhibit #1.  As I said, it's almost embarrassing to confess to 
my cluelessness.  Like how could I have possibly bought into the story 
that she and my dad shut the door to his office so they could discuss 
taxes for her realty work without being disturbed?  When she would sit on 
his lap naked in the hot tub, how could I have not realized what was 
really happening right in front of me?   All their flirting, even the 
blatant groping and more, simply went right over my head.  Again, in my 
defense when you see something most every day from as early as you can 
remember, it's not something you really notice.

For most girls, hopefully that is, "the talk" comes when they're young 
and their mom explains periods, boobs, boys and such.  For me, such a 
talk would have been rather redundant given THAT was all covered by 
everyday type of conversation.  For me, the "talk" came when I was 
sixteen soon after I started having sex with my dad.  One day after my 
dad had fucked me my mom pulled me aside and filled me in on everything 
they'd been keeping from me until then.  As you might imagine it was a 
bit of a shock to say the least.  Learning my mom had sex with her dad 
wasn't really that big of a deal given I was now fucking my own dad.  
What really surprised me though was them having sex with my uncle and 
aunt.  Given my mom's sometimes forceful reaction to reports of adultery, 
I had to grapple with the idea that when it came to sex "family" now 
meant ALL of my family, not just my parents.  It made sense so it's not 
like I had to think about it TOO much.  In fact, it served as a useful 
learning experience for me in understanding that sometimes you had to 
adjust your thoughts about some things so long as you didn't abandon your 
core principles.  A VERY handy lesson I've put to use a number of times 
since then when faced with certain situations!

Since they now longer had to worry about me seeing anything, things 
became less secretive between my dad and his sister-in-law.  For 
instance, the study door wasn't shut and while I may have noticed they 
certainly weren't doing taxes, the same principles of nudity and 
masturbation applied in that I didn't just stand in the doorway and 
watch, not even when invited to do so.  When they fucked in the hot tub 
they didn't just do it underwater but I just used the time to make use of 
my favorite water jet.  They did their thing so I did mine!

While I DID eventually have sex with my Aunt Linda as a teenager, it 
wasn't something we did very often.  The few times we did was usually 
when I was playing around with my cousin Kristi and one way or another 
her mom would find an excuse to join in.  Perhaps one of my most 
memorable times was when I pretended to be my aunt's daughter while I was 
helping her to close a deal with one of her clients - something my mom 
would never have done!

Unfortunately, not everything was perfect when it came to my aunt and 
dad's activities.  One thing I learned about years later was her 
involvement with a secretive group that arranged for swapping between 
married couples as well as bringing together families for "community" sex 
parties.  My dad wasn't exactly subtle about wanting to swap with other 
couples but my mom stood her ground firmly.  As a proper wife she may 
have submitted to her husband in most areas but there WERE a few lines 
she couldn't cross.  What eventually happened was similar in concept to 
when my aunt had to leave her husband because she couldn't cross a line.

Like most men, my dad LOVES porn and over the years he has acquired a 
rather impressive collection.  My dad also shares a number of 
characteristics that I've found to be common to most men over the years, 
one of which is that as he has grown older his desires have shifted to 
younger and younger women to the point I would be more accurate to say 
girls.  Again, like most men, these desires have grown more extreme as he 
has aged.  When I was a teen he would typically stroke watching the 
"classic" porn of the 1980's with focus on the younger porn stars - all 
of who were supposedly over eighteen.  Sometimes I've wondered if that 
was more because my mom didn't want me to think he was interested in 
girls my age such that I might have a better understanding of what his 
erections really meant when I would sit bare-bottom on his lap.  She's 
never admitted such but I can't help but wonder.

During my college years and later I noticed his collection starting to 
include more and more "questionable" items involving younger teenage 
girls - younger than me.  Of course by then we'd been fucking for years 
so it wasn't like I had ANY misunderstanding about those erections!  I 
questioned my mom about it once and she just shrugged, passing it off as 
his "mid-life" crisis.  Her advice to me was to follow her example and 
give my husband enough rope in his private masturbation life so he 
wouldn't tempted to do anything for real.  She was even OK (yes, it's a 
relative term) with him masturbating while watching naked preteen girls 
having sex so long as he didn't do it himself.

That's where my aunt stuck her nose in as this was another area she and 
my mom disagreed - underage sex.  On the one hand my mom was fine with 
just about anything when it came to fantasy and masturbation, she was 
firmly opposed to her husband actually having sex with any girl under 
eighteen unless she was part of the family.  On the other side of the 
fence her younger sister had no such restrictions.  Aunt Linda loved 
young boys and she had the full attention of my dad when she would 
mention their young sisters after having attended one of her family sex 
parties.  Needless to say they never discussed such things when my mom 
was around but for whatever reason they didn't feel the need to wait for 
me to leave the room.

What started out as masturbation fantasy material for my dad became 
reality when Aunt Linda pulled some strings and was able to get my dad 
entry into the family parties.  If she hadn't been in a leadership 
position I doubt she could have done it as he didn't meet all of the 
strict entry requirements - the main one being he needed to bring his 
wife and daughter with him.  The group had an "absolute" requirements 
that the entire family attended which turned out to be not quite as 
absolute as some people thought.  True, my aunt and cousin filled in as 
his "family" but everyone knew their real story and not all of them were 
happy about it, especially those whose membership time was limited by 
their family makeup.

While on the one hand I'm glad I wasn't living at home during the drama 
that arose as a result when my mom learned of my dad's new "hobby", I 
sometimes can't help but wonder if things might have gone differently if 
I HAD been there as I could have helped her deal with it better.  Sadly 
that wasn't the case and to make a long story short, my mom was left with 
no option other than to divorce my dad when he couldn't stop himself from 
having sex with young girls.  Thankfully, to this day they remain best 
friends and even have sex when she comes back to town to visit.  Still, 
given her religious and moral convictions she couldn't remain his wife as 
she couldn't fulfill the duties and responsibilities that came with the 
title.  As she always told me, if you can't submit to your husband and 
support him in all that he does then you can't be his wife.  I think she 
meant that more as a warning for me while seeking a husband but I also 
saw that it applied even after the rings are exchanged. 

This is where my Aunt Linda yet again stepped in without apparently 
giving much thought to the consequences.  The afternoon of the divorce 
proceedings my mother moved out and before it was dark her sister had 
moved already in and taken her place - literally.  Aunt Linda has been 
living with my dad ever since, much to the shock of several of my dad's 
family members who weren't aware of what was going on behind their backs 
for years.  Needless to say I know my mother wasn't exactly pleased.  
Although she would never admit it, I think she found it a little 
humiliating.  Then again, she really didn't have much ground to stand on 
given SHE was the one who initiated the divorce.

While I see my aunt most weeks when I stop by Sunday mornings to have sex 
with my dad before church, usually it's just a quick greeting and then 
she leaves us alone.  We were never THAT close and while my husband loves 
having sex with her whenever he can, that's his thing and I almost never 
get involved.  I still see my cousin Kristi a lot but she lives on her 
own so typically it's only during some family event that I see her and 
her mom at the same time.  So imagine my surprise one evening when my 
aunt called and invited me to go shopping with her!


Chapter 2 - An Invitation
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"Hey slut!"

Yep, there was no mistaking the voice on the phone and besides, not many 
people would greet me like that in the first place.  Thank goodness it 
wasn't a FaceTime call or she would've seen my eyes rolling!

"Hello Aunt Linda... and to what do I owe this unexpected pleasure?"

OK, so it was a little sarcastic of me but really, she almost NEVER 
phoned me.  Thus my attention immediately raised to a high level as the 
few times she DID call me were usually about something that was sure to 
either get me in trouble or something close to it.

"Oh now Kelly, is that any way to answer the phone?" she tease me, 
"You're supposed to be the "good one", remember?"

At that I couldn't help but smile.  She was of course referring to the 
inevitable comparisons between me and her daughter, my cousin Kristi.  My 
mom and her sister were always teasing one another about how their 
daughters turned out with the usual conclusion that Kristi was the wild 
and wicked irreligious daughter of a single mother while I was the so-
called "good daughter" who always obeyed and submitted to her loving 
parents as a proper Christian daughter should.  BOTH descriptions were 
wildly exaggerated in my opinion although like most generalizations there 
was an element of truth in each.

"Well if I remember correctly the last time you called you tried to set 
me up with that neighbor kid," I corrected her.

"Oh posh!  That was nothing," she replied, "You would've loved him and 
you know it."

Yeah sure... inviting the fourteen year-old neighbor boy who mowed my 
dad's lawn in for a "treat" was NOT something I would've ever thought of 
doing.  Now THERE was a recipe for trouble if I ever heard one, 
especially considering he was a student in one of my classes!  Like talk 
about something being wrong on so many levels!

"So now what, the pool boy need a tip?" I teased her.

"We don't HAVE a pool boy," she answered in a tone that clearly implied 
she wished they did.  "Can't I just call my favorite niece and say hello 
without it being about sex?"

I was one breath away from telling her that was exactly my point - she 
couldn't, but I caught myself just in time. 

"OK, I'm sorry... so then why DID you call me?"

"I was just going out shopping and thought maybe you'd like to come along 
with me."

"Oh?  What KIND of shopping?" I asked suspiciously.  With my aunt that 
could've been most anything from groceries to middle-school boys.

"Don't get all uppity now," she came back, clearly sensing the tension in 
my voice,  "I've got some open houses in the next couple of weeks and was 
just looking to get a few new dresses."

For most people that would've been a complete answer and not anything 
remotely risqu‚ or worrisome.  Well, my Aunt Linda was NOT "most people" 
so due diligence was always required.

"So do you mean for during the open house or after?" I clarified, knowing 
that it was the latter that dictated where we'd be shopping.

"Both," she answered, clearly enjoying our little repartee. She wasn't 
showing her hand which meant she was still holding some aces.

"OK, so when?"

"How about now?"

Dang it!  Sometimes I think she forgets I'm not single anymore!  If we'd 
gone grocery shopping I'd have just taken them with but trying to corral 
two toddlers wasn't something I was ready to tackle at the stores where I 
suspected that my Aunt Linda would be shopping.  I quickly thought of a 
couple nice girls I could call last minute to sit my daughters and told 
my aunt I'd get back to her.  It took several calls before I found 
someone willing, or at least desperate enough for the money, to spend a 
weekend afternoon with my daughters.  

A phone call to my aunt and we were all set.  I quickly sent a text to my 
husband to let him know I might not be home when came in from work, 
warning Steve that it was NOT one of our "friendly" babysitters so to 
behave himself!  Good babysitters were hard to find and the last thing I 
needed was my horny husband hitting on one and scaring her off!

Then the hardest part... deciding what to wear...

With my bank account in the tank I wasn't thinking about buying anything 
but that didn't mean I couldn't try on some outfits which could serve as 
future hints for my hubby and daddy.  Thus I didn't want anything that 
would be difficult to take off and back on again yet at the same time 
being I would be shopping with my aunt so I wanted to look sexy when I 
tried them on.  We hardly never went shopping together but I knew that 
there was one common denominator when we did - we loved to fool around 
and tease the guys!

While the summer heat was still oppressively higher than normal I still 
had a wide range of options given the mall was heavily air-conditioned.  
I considered some high cut skin-tight shorts but then my favorites were 
to the point where I to practically lay on my bed and lift up my butt to 
pull them on!  Not exactly a good thing to try in a cramped dressing 
room.  So that left my choices to either a skirt or dress which was 
actually an easy choice.  With a dress I would have to take it all the 
way off no matter what I was trying on whereas a skirt allowed me to 
either remove my top or bottom depending on what I was checking out.  
Hmmm.... maybe I should make it a naughty schoolgirl day?  It hurts to 
say it but I'm 31 now even though most guys still think I'm at least ten 
years younger - especially the bar tenders who insist on carding me!  
Then again, why not take advantage of it while I could still pull it off?

So I dug out my short white and red checked pleated skirt and after some 
frantic searching finally found the matching sheer white blouse hanging 
way in the back of my closet.  Apparently it had been longer than I'd 
thought since wearing this outfit!  My dad had bought it for me years ago 
while I was in college - he's always had this thing for the "catholic 
schoolgirl" look.  The outfit, with white ankle socks with lace tops and 
tall black heels really wasn't something I normally wore in public so it 
was still in good shape.  The blouse had been tight when he'd bought it 
meaning now it was even tighter.  OK, before anyone says anything nasty 
it wasn't TOO tight and forgive me for being ten years older and having 
been pregnant twice.  Personally I think I deserve a medal for even being 
able to squeeze back into it.

Looking in the mirror, I pulled my hair back into a ponytail and put the 
finishing touches on my makeup just as the doorbell rang announcing the 
arrival of the sitter.  Karin was fourteen, almost fifteen and cute as 
heck making her one of my husband's favorites.  Unfortunately for him, 
all he'd ever gotten from her was a flirty smile while hoping for a nice 
tip.  Oh well, not like he should expect every teenager to jump at the 
chance to fuck a guy over twice her age.  Then again, YOU try and tell 
him that!

"Hi Kelly," she greeted me.  I smiled at her as it had taken most of the 
past year to get her to call me by my first name.  It goes with the 
territory I guess when you're a teacher.  Heck, even I still find myself 
calling my past teachers "Mr." or "Mrs." even today!

"Hi Karin, thanks so much for bailing me out!" I told her as I opened the 
door to let her in.  Karin gave me a quick once over and I could see her 
eyes widen while the wheels spun in her pretty little head.

"Ummmmm, where did you say you were going?" she asked almost nervously, 
as if maybe she thought she shouldn't ask.

"Oh, just some shopping at the mall with my aunt," I replied.  Honesty is 
the best policy!

"OoooooK," she said softly under her voice, her eyes taking in my full 
outfit.

OK, so she probably had a zillion questions but she was too sweet a girl 
to ask them and I wasn't about to say any more than necessary.  Honesty 
may be the best policy but that didn't mean you had to tell someone 
everything either.  As always, we quickly reviewed my safety rules, the 
food situation in the refrigerator and pantry, phone numbers, etc. and 
then I was off!


Chapter 3 - Out With My Aunt
============================
Entering the front door (yes, I still have a key to the house I was 
raised in), it was so quiet that at first I thought maybe nobody was 
home.  I knew my dad was more than likely at work as most Saturdays 
that's where you'll find him.  Still, I'd expected my aunt to be ready 
and anxious to go!  Then I heard footsteps on the stairs, accompanied by 
those squeaks I knew all too well.  Growing up and trying to sneak in 
after getting home late, I'd learned the secret path to avoid the worst 
ones, like I was making my way through a mine field.

"Be right there Kelly!" she called down, "Make yourself at home."  

Like I wouldn't?  After all, I still like to think this is more MY home 
than hers.  Just because she'd moved in to replace my mom without even 
waiting a day didn't make it HER house.  Not being bitchy... just making 
a point.

Soon she came down the stairs in what I can only describe as a schoolgirl 
mom's outfit.  It was surprisingly modest, in fact I was surprised she 
even owned such a dress as I can't say I'd ever seen it on her before.  
It must've been the only skirt in her closet that came below her knees 
and the blouse was actually a little loose rather than tightly conforming 
to her bust line as usual.  Yeah, she LOVED showing off those boobs even 
if they DID have a little help a few years ago.  Then I looked closer as 
I couldn't believe my eyes.  OMG, sure enough she was wearing a bra!  
Like WOW!  Since she'd had her boobs lifted (just tightened up, no 
implants) a few years ago she refused to wear a bra, claiming she didn't 
spend all the money just to be uncomfortable.  In all fairness though I 
think my dad paid the bill but I couldn't blame her.  If I wasn't forced 
to wear one at school I'd probably go braless 99% of the time as well.  
Well, it would be more like 100% but there ARE those times a sexy bra can 
make for a more enjoyable evening with a husband - yours or someone 
else's.

Taking a closer look at her, I had to say that for a 48 year-old woman 
she looked pretty damn good!  While the blouse wasn't exactly form-
fitting, with her C-cups it still was pretty obvious there was nothing 
underneath the way they jiggled as she came down the stairs.  While most 
of her legs were hidden, I knew she was proud of how well she'd kept her 
figure - with a lot of work at the gym I might add.  So far I'd been 
fortunate that my DNA had allowed me to avoid working out but no doubt 
those days would be coming to an end before too much longer.  OK, so 
maybe a touch too much makeup but I wasn't going to say anything.  It was 
tastefully done - not like she was wearing clown makeup.

Aunt Linda smiled at me when she saw my outfit saying, "I had a sneaky 
suspicion you'd choose that to wear today so I thought I'd play along.  
So what do you think... sexy schoolgirl and her distraught mother?"

OK, so she finally confirmed what I'd expected - she wanted to roleplay a 
bit today.  Well, whatever floated her boat but it sounded like fun 
actually.  Even though I was now 31 I could still pass for at least a 
college girl and if I worked the attitude maybe even a high schooler.  
While no amount of makeup or choice of outfit was going to let my aunt 
pass for a young woman anymore, she still had a youthful look for her age 
and staying in shape as she did didn't hurt either.  Yep, still a 
definite MILF.

"So... where to?" I asked as she followed me down the wooden stairs to 
the basement and the attached garage.

"Just a moment... stop right there girl," she called from behind me just 
as I hit the landing about a third of the way down where the stairs 
turned.  I looked up at her a little confused but she quickly moved in up 
close and then I knew what it was about.

"Just a panty check," she chuckled as she lifted up my short skirt, "With 
a skirt THAT short we could get arrested you know."

We both laughed as I doubted that would ever happen.  In all the years 
I've ventured out bare-bottomed I've never had any run-ins with a cop 
even when I knew people had noticed I was sans-panties.

"Oh Kelly, nice thong!" she commented, teasing me a little by pulling it 
away from my butt and then letting it snap back.  "Can I assume it covers 
a little more in front?"

I grinned and twisted around, lifting my skirt to show her.  True, the 
back was just a few strings that hid absolutely nothing and while there 
wasn't much material in front, what WAS there was strategically placed to 
cover my pussy in all the right spots without pulling in TOO easily 
between my pussy lips although it was inevitable without me constantly 
tugging at it.

"Hmmm, still shaving I see," she said more to herself than me.  True, it 
seems more and more of the girls I know have started leaving more hair 
down there recently.  It's like the baby-girl smooth look has come and 
gone, at least for the meantime.  As for me, I was planning to let mine 
grow out a little now that summer was over, just not yet.

Without further commentary she dropped my skirt and made like we needed 
to continue but I wasn't letting her get away that easily!

"Uh, uh... your turn now," I protested as I reached down to grab her 
skirt by the hem.  It didn't help it was ridiculously far down below her 
knees but she was also a couple of steps up which made it less difficult.  
My aunt just stood there with her arms crossed defiantly while I convened 
my investigation.  What a surprise... NOT!  Yep, not a thing under the 
skirt, not even hose but then when DID she wear anything?  Personally, I 
think if she could get away with it she'd just go nude 24/7 and get it 
over with!

"Cool... you finally trimmed!" I exclaimed with surprise.  Wow, first 
time for everything I guess.  While my mom and her sister were opposites 
in many ways, one trait they shared was their love for their thick, lush 
pubic hair.  Sure they both trimmed it a little so it wasn't poking out a 
swim suit like some European beach slut but otherwise it was pretty much 
au naturel.  I'll never forget the first time I licked my mom's pussy not 
long after my dad first fucked me.  Feeling all that coarse curly hair 
with her pungent aroma against my face was certainly a unique experience, 
even after blowing my dad with his own thick pubic hair!

My aunt just shrugged saying, "I figured what the hell, why not?  I was 
just noticing at the last party that I had the hairiest crotch there - by 
a lot I might add.  Just seemed like the right time I guess."

Just goes to show even 48 year-old aunts can bow to peer pressure!  Then 
again, most of the mothers at those parties were considerably younger 
than her so if you asked me it was more a case of her trying to stay 
"young" than anything else.

Without even discussing it we just automatically got into her car - for 
me I figured why not use up her gas, and we were on our way to the mall.  
It had been a while since I'd been there other than to the theater which 
technically isn't even in the mall but rather across the parking lot from 
the food court.  To my semi-surprise she found a parking spot right 
outside the lower entrance to Macy's.  Then again, not so sure why I was 
surprised as it wasn't like there were that many options for shopping 
these days at the mall.

"Since their sales started dropping they've broadened their choices," my 
aunt explained as we made our way through the parking lot, "And besides, 
they have the best dressing rooms of any store in the mall."

My aunt's definition of "best" used a different set of criteria than most 
folks.  For her it was more about what COULD be seen versus the 
expectation of privacy that most women would expect.  I knew from past 
experience the dressing "rooms" were more like cubicles with what I 
called "saloon doors" - the kind that swing open from the center and 
don't go to the floor or much higher than the average person's head.  It 
was also a very short walk from the dressing area to the shopping area 
and people standing in the right place outside could see the hallway from 
which the rooms were accessed.  Not at all like their competitor Sears 
where the dressing rooms were like Fort Knox in comparison. 

We made our way straight to the Juniors section from which technically 
even I was well past being eligible but in my outfit and with my hair and 
makeup I was hoping to pull it off.  It would be just another ordinary 
everyday mom taking her daughter shopping, right?  Yeah right.

First stop - bras and underwear...

"I wish they'd had this selection when I was a junior," my aunt mused, 
reaching out to feel the texture of a small push-up bra that was all lace 
and soft.  I was about to say the same thing!

"Just think, another few years and you'll be here with your own girls," 
she said smiling at me.  Well, maybe in six or seven at the very least.  
I prayed my daughters hadn't inherited their mother's genes when it came 
to boob development or it might be more like ten years!

"What do you think of this dress?" I asked her, moving over to the next 
aisle where a few remaining summer dresses were surrounded by the winter 
crop.  It had a deep cut down the middle guaranteed to show off a young 
girl's emerging cleavage and was so light I felt like I was barely 
holding anything.  I think the metal hangar weighed more than the dress!

"It's terribly sheer," my aunt observed thoughtfully, "Probably need to 
wear a slip under it."

We both giggled at her inside joke.  Yeah, like either of us ever wore s 
slip under a dress, no matter HOW sheer it might be.  Really, what was 
the point of even buying such a dress if you were just going to hide 
everything underneath it?

I looked at the tag.  "It might even fit me," I mused, putting it off to 
the side while I went through the rack.  By this time of the year the 
selection was really picked over with most of the dresses either for 
midgets or fat girls.

"May I help you?" I heard behind me.  I turned and a store clerk was 
standing there with a smile.  She looked to be college age or so, 
probably earning some extra money on the weekend.  I might pull off 
LOOKING like a college girl but I certainly didn't FEEL like one, 
especially seeing the real McCoy.  Dressed in tasteful jeans and blouse 
with a dark jacket, she looked professional yet casual at the same time.  
I suppose she meets all sorts working in a store like this but I couldn't 
help but wonder if she'd ever met a "mother-daughter" pair quite like me 
and Aunt Linda.

"I don't know... do you think this would look good on me?" I asked, 
holding up the dress I'd chosen, "My mom here thinks it might be too 
sheer though."

"Well, we have some nice slips I can show you," the clerk offered.  I 
looked closer and saw the name on her tag was Emily.  Cute name, a little 
dated but then she seemed the "Emily" type.

"I don't know Emily... I think I might try it on the way it is, would 
that be OK?"

"Ummmmm, sure I guess," Emily answered, looking at my aunt as if she 
expected her to say something.  Maybe something about picking an outfit 
my size?  Or even something that wasn't quite so revealing but then given 
my current garb it wasn't like we gave the appearance of adhering to a 
strict dress code.

"You right Kelly, it would probably spoil the look I think.  Let's just 
go and see how it looks on you," my aunt offered.

The store was rather empty and again I found myself wondering how much 
longer these big dinosaur stores could survive in today's world of on-
line shopping but then at least for me, I'd never want to see them 
totally disappear.  Like we wouldn't be doing this sort of thing on-line, 
now would we?  

Making our way to the dressing rooms, my aunt turned her attention to the 
clerk.  "I assume it's OK if I go in with her, right Emily?" she asked.

Emily nodded vigorously and for a moment she reminded me of that girl in 
the TV AT&T commercials.  Not quite as cute but she had her beat in the 
innocence category.  and answered quickly with, "Oh sure, not a problem 
at all. I'll be out here in case you think that you find that you need 
that slip."

Of course it really hadn't been necessary to ask.  Like what store ever 
would keep a mother from accompanying her daughter to a dressing room?  I 
fully understood that it was more like my aunt wanted to emphasize to 
Emily that she would be with me.  Poor Emily was too clueless to catch on 
to the subtly of my Aunt's question though.

Leaving the girl behind, Aunt Linda chose the first "room" although 
technically it was more like a three-sided box with a door.  By design it 
allowed anyone to see that it was occupied without actually getting a 
view of who was in it.  It was the sort of style that I'd learned to 
avoid when out having fun with boyfriends or even my husband or dad as it 
was all too easy for anyone to see that I wasn't in there with another 
girl.  It also made it difficult to squat or kneel down to blow him 
without essentially advertising to everyone outside what I was doing.  
May as well leave the door open!  Now I LOVE public sex but for me the 
turn-on is doing it while seeing other people, not other people actually 
seeing me.  It can be a fine line between an erotic episode and getting 
arrested.

My aunt latched the door shut as I hung the dress on the hook on the back 
wall.  She watched as I quickly undressed, leaving my heels on of course.  
The very thought of my bare feet on the gross carpet was too much to 
think about.  I've seen people change diapers and just about everything 
else in dressing rooms!  You might say that dressing rooms aren't just 
for sex anymore.

"Oh... My... God!  You're amazing," she said softly as she took in my 
naked body as I stood there posing with one hand on my hip trying my best 
to look young and innocent. "How the hell do you do it?" 

"Do what?"

Aunt Linda rolled her eyes, not buying my attempt to act all innocent for 
a second.  "Fifteen years, two kids, you eat like a horse yet never work 
out, and yet somehow you still manage to look like when we first did it."

She was referring of course to the first time we'd had sex.  Actually it 
had been with my mom as well not too long after my life had changed so 
dramatically thanks to my new incestuous lifestyle.

"You're too kind," I said feeling suddenly a little shy.  The way she was 
looking at me reminded me more of the way most men did when they first 
saw me undressed.  She subconsciously licked her lips which only served 
to emphasize the point.  I don't care what those stupid women's rights 
dykes say about objectifying women.  It makes me feel incredibly good 
about myself when men look at me like I'm a piece of meat with just one 
thought in mind - how can they fuck me?  Well, my aunt was certainly not  
man but the look in her eyes was the same.

Even though I'd assumed it would come to this - or something like it, 
when I accepted her invitation, suddenly I wasn't quite sure what to do.  
In the end I figured I might as well go along with our roles and turned 
to take the dress off its hangar.

"Here, let me help," she offered as she reached for it and helped me to 
duck under and then pulled it down over me.  It was snug, VERY snug in 
fact, especially around my bust.  Now THERE was one area where I 
definitely was NOT the same girl she'd bedded fifteen years earlier.  For 
most of high school, at least after my freshman year, I was a solid A-
cup, a B-cup in my dreams.  It wasn't until years later I was able to buy 
a C-cup and actually fill it out without the help of some tissue.

"Chilly?" my aunt teased me, nodding at my boobs.  I looked at myself in 
the mirror and saw the dark outline of my nipples and the way they pushed 
out from the tight thin material stretched over them.  I just giggled at 
how yet once again they betrayed me.  It's sort of ironic that a man 
can't control his erection and when he gets cold it shrinks yet for a 
woman, while we can't control our nipples we can always claim they're 
cold as an excuse.  Yet again, women rule!

"I suppose a 'nice' girl would ask Emily for that slip," I observed as I 
checked myself out closer in the full-length mirror.

"Your point being?" Aunt Linda asked innocently.  OK, score one for Team 
Linda.  Yes, a "nice" girl would dress appropriately but then when had I 
ever been one, especially when it came to my wardrobe?  Even when I was 
living at home my parents would keep me stocked in sexy clothes, 
especially my dad.  True, my teaching wardrobe was a totally different 
story but had I been given the option it would have never been bought in 
the first place.

"Why don't we ask Emily's opinion," my aunt suggested with a naughty 
grin.

"You're so nasty," I teased her.

"Why thank you sweet daughter," she responded, suddenly looking all prim 
and proper.  We both laughed as she unlatched the door.

The general area was still clear of anyone except our attentive clerk 
although I noticed a couple of teenagers shopping nearby with their 
mothers.  True to her word Emily was right there, all ready to do her 
best to make a sale.  I wondered if Macy's paid her a commission or she 
was just the eager-beaver type naturally. 

"Oh my, that looks... amazing," she stuttered.  The wall behind me was 
lit up to show the dresses hanging there so it was like being outdoors 
with the sun behind me.  While I couldn't see myself, I had a pretty good 
idea of what Emily was seeing and it wasn't just a dress.

"I don't think we'll need a slip," Aunt Linda said to Emily standing next 
to her while they both watched as I twirled around.  Not only was the 
dress quite tight on me, being a couple sizes too small it was also more 
than a little short and while I don't think it lifted high enough to show 
I was sans-panties, I doubted in the current lighting conditions that 
anyone would have to actually see under the dress to realize that.

"What do you think Emily?"

OK, so now my aunt was just being mean, teasing poor Emily who obviously 
couldn't believe what I was wearing - or not, not to mention the fact my 
"mother" was encouraging me.

"I guess not, if you don't think so," was all she could say although her 
tone didn't match her words.  She clearly DID think a slip was needed and 
to be fair, it was but that's like saying I should be wearing a bra as 
well yet nobody mentioned anything about THAT.  Being shaved it wasn't 
like she could see any pubic hair yet THAT area seemed to grab all the 
attention while my dark nipples showing through didn't even get a glance.

Not about to let my aunt have all the fun, I turned to look in one of the 
mirrors just as another mom and her daughter walked by, the mom carrying 
an armful of dresses.  I noticed they both gave me quite the look, 
especially the mom who also looked at my aunt with one of those patented 
motherly, "You HAVE to be kidding me!" looks.

"Oh mommy, I can't wait for daddy to see me in this," I exclaimed 
cheerfully, making sure everyone could hear me.  In the mirror I could 
see Emily's eyes widen while my Aunt Linda just rolled her eyes and 
smirked.  Yep, score one for Team Kelly!  The other mother hustled her 
daughter down to the last dressing room as if she didn't want her to hear 
any more.

"Maybe you can surprise him with him next time you go out together," my 
aunt said, piling it on now pretty thick.  I would've thought Emily might 
have realized by now that we were pulling her leg but she was still on 
the line - hook, line and sinker as they say.  True, I WOULD have loved 
to have my dad see me in the dress but that was beside the point.  This 
was more about having a little fun with Emily than anything to do with my 
dad.

"My apologies but I need to help out some other shoppers, call me if you 
need anything," Emily quickly said.  Funny how she could hang around 
while two sets of mother-daughter shoppers went unattended but suddenly 
now she needed to leave to help out the remaining pair.  My aunt and I 
returned to the dressing room, mission accomplished.

With the door latched again, my aunt almost burst out in laughter.

"That was SO funny," she whispered to me, "Did you see the look on her 
face when you mentioned showing it off to your dad?"

"Which one?" 

Aunt Linda grinned even wider.  "Well, both that mom and Emily - both 
were priceless!"

I started to lift the dress up to take it off but my aunt put her hand on 
mine to stop me.

"Leave it on for just a little while longer... you really DO look 
ridiculously sexy in it."

With that she put her arms around me and pulled me in close.  I closed my 
eyes like a schoolgirl waiting for her first kiss as I felt her warm 
moist lips against mine.  We were about the same height making it all the 
more easier as her tongue and mine met.

"God you have me so fucking turned on right now," she whispered huskily 
in my ear.

Her hands reached down and pulled up the short hem until she was able to 
grip my bare butt with them.  Our lips pushed even harder together as she 
squeezed my ass, pulling me into her as our boobs pressed tightly 
together.

"I'd kill for your ass," she said softly as she kneaded and caressed my 
bottom, gradually working her way around to my shaved pussy where I felt 
the palm of her hand cup my warm crotch.  I sighed, louder than I meant 
to, as her finger pressed into me, easily pushing all the way thanks to 
my horny wetness.

"Sit," was all she said as she pressed me back against the bench on the 
back wall.  She held my dress up so my bare bottom was touching the cool 
painted wood.  With one hand on each knee, she pushed my legs apart to 
expose my bare pussy.  It wasn't like I was resisting...

"You're so beautiful," she sighed softly as she squatted down and leaned 
her head between my thighs.  Her tongue ran up my inner thigh sending a 
tingle up my spine until her face was pressed against my exposed crotch.

"Oh yeah...," I whispered to her, looking down and pushing her hair to 
the side so I could watch.  I shivered and shook as her tongue lapped me 
like a cat at a bowl of milk.  Her lips took my clit between them, gently 
tugging on it while her tongue teased the tip.  God it felt so good!

I pushed the thin straps of my dress to the side, exposing my boobs so I 
could hold them.  My fingers teased my nipples as I pressed them tightly 
together while my aunt's tongue expertly brought me closer and closer to 
her goal.

"Oh my god... right there!" I whispered maybe a little TOO loud but at 
this point I didn't care.  I wanted just one thing at this moment and 
nothing else in the world, let alone the occupants of a Macy's dressing 
rooms, mattered.

"Yes!" I groaned, almost more a growl as the dam burst allowing my lust 
and desire to flood through me.  My orgasm filled me with the most 
unimaginable pleasure as my sexy aunt, sensing I was cumming, renewed her 
efforts with vigor.  Just when I thought it couldn't get any better her 
finger was followed by a second and then a third, all of them pushed up 
inside of me, fucking me like a thick dick as she worked my clit with her 
mouth.  Her eyes looked up at me and mine locked in with them.  Even so I 
could still see her smiling as her tongue continued its assault without a 
pause.

It was truly amazing.  I've already mentioned a lot about the differences 
between the sisters but here was one area where my mom and her sister 
were virtually twins.  I've never had anyone make me cum from licking my 
pussy like my mother does to me, not even my dad or husband.  Maybe it's 
more mental than physical as after all, she IS my mom - something nobody 
else can claim.   While I would still give the trophy to my mom, she only 
wins by just a nose over my her sister, Aunt Linda.  Indeed, I could've 
closed my eyes and it may as well have been my mom loving me!

As my orgasm finally wound down after I have no idea how long, my aunt 
straightened up - with a little effort I might add, LOL.  Well, she WAS 
almost fifty you know.  Leaning down to me, she kissed me and I could 
taste the delicious flavor of my pussy cum on her mouth and tongue.  I've 
known girls who refuse to kiss a guy after he eats her until he washes 
and brushed his teeth but not me.  Nope, I LOVE the taste of pussy and 
none more than my own.  Even as a little girl I would play with myself 
and put my finger in my mouth like it was a treat much to the 
consternation of my mother as I wasn't always as concerned as she was 
about where I was when I when I did it.

"Now THAT was incredible," I whispered to her as we kissed for the 
longest time.

"Funny... I was about to say the same," Aunt Linda agreed with a smile.  

I stood up and it was my turn to be a little shaky although for a 
different reason.  Aunt Linda said, "Oh well, I guess we really do have 
to buy that dress now."

I looked at her and she nodded towards the mirror.  Sure enough, right in 
back there was now a large wet spot where somewhere along the way it had 
worked under me and with all the cum I'd gushed when my orgasm arrived, 
the dress material was just perfect for showing off every drop.  We both 
giggled like naughty schoolgirls.

"Maybe I should just wear it home."

She didn't respond to my bait as I was just teasing and my Aunt knew it.  
It was back to the thing I mentioned earlier about public sex.  Wearing a 
sexy schoolgirl outfit was one thing, a sheer dress with cum stains... 
probably a bridge too far considering we weren't in some bar or close to 
home.  My mom had taught me better than that.  It was one thing to be 
slutty and act like a tease, quite another to be a whore.

With the dress back on its hangar I put my outfit back on while Aunt 
Linda straightened her hair out in the mirror.  As we stepped out in the 
hallway I noticed that at the end the mother was still there with her 
daughter checking out a cute winter dress.  As soon as she saw us she 
shooed her daughter back into the room as if she didn't want her to see 
us.  Kind of uppity of her but then again who knows what they'd heard.  I 
knew a few times both us had been a little louder than might have been 
appropriate but we'd tried to keep it reasonable.

Back in the main store area, Emily was with some other customers, 
different ones than before I noticed so she'd been busy.  We made our way 
to the counter where I laid the dress and waited impatiently.

"Why don't we just leave it - it will dry and nobody will know the 
difference."

My aunt looked at me with a surprised expression.  At first I think she 
was wondering what had gotten into me but then Emily politely coughed to 
get her attention and she realized who I'd been speaking to indirectly.

"Oh... sorry Emily, I didn't see you there," my aunt apologized 
unnecessarily.

"Oh that's OK... happens all the time," she assured us, "My mom says I 
move like a cat."

It was soooooo tempting to make some pussy-related comment but I wasn't 
thinking all the quickly yet.  Maybe we should have stayed and made out a 
little longer in the dressing room after giving me that crazy orgasm?

"We'll take this one," my aunt told her and I watched as Emily took it 
off the hangar and lifted it up to fold.  She HAD to see the large wet 
spot but I had to give the girl credit when she didn't miss a step and 
ignored it.  It made me wonder where she'd been while we'd been in the 
dressing room.  Something told me she hadn't been helping customers the 
entire time.

"Thanks mom!" I gushed, turning to her and kissing her in front of Emily 
who was doing her best to appear nonchalant but I noticed she couldn't 
help herself from staring a little as I kissed my "mom" on the lips and 
gave her some tongue.

"I can't wait for Daddy to see me tomorrow morning in it."

OK, so maybe I was pushing a little but I couldn't help myself.  Had 
Emily said something or at least blushed a little I might have quite but 
she had turned out to be a lot more impervious to our teasing than I'd 
originally assumed she might.  Was she just clueless?  She certainly 
didn't look to be the dumb blonde type, especially given she was a dark 
brunette.

My aunt handed over her credit card and Emily finished up the transaction 
and handed her the receipt while holding out the bag with the dress to 
me.  Just as I was taking it from her she smiled... a funny little smile 
at that.

"Too bad that's the last one... I bet my daddy would love to see me in it 
too."

A twinkle appeared I her eye and she winked... I think at least as she 
turned away the moment she said it and made her way to another customer.  
I looked at my aunt she as she looked at me and we both put our hands to 
cover our mouths like OMG!  Now who was doing the teasing?  Better yet, 
was she just teasing?  Talk about turning the tables...

We left via the lower mall entrance to Macy's and stopped next to the 
kid's play area where a dozen or more rug rats were sharing germs.  I 
could never imagine allowing my kids to come anywhere close to such a 
place!

"Wow, I didn't see THAT coming!" I exclaimed to my aunt.

"Maybe we should have asked her to join us and give her opinion on the 
dress," my aunt mused and I think she was only half joking.

I looked over and saw a store I hadn't seen before.  Then again it may 
have been there for ages given how seldom I was in this part of the mall 
these days.  It was called "Sweet and Sassy".  Hmmmmmm, sounded like my 
type of store.

We made our way over and I realized what it was - a tween's dream and a 
parent's nightmare!  Whoever thought of the concept was a genius though.  
Before we'd left I must have run up a hundred dollar bill buying cute 
little things for my girls.  Thank goodness my aunt had my dad's American 
Express card!

From there we just toured the mall.  Riding up the escalator by Sears, my 
aunt had first waited until the opportune moment and then stepped right 
in front of a couple of boys.  They didn't say anything but at first I 
could tell they were a little mad we'd gotten in their way.  That is, 
until my aunt reached over and planted her hand firmly on my butt right 
in front of them!  I was a little surprised but didn't move, leaving it 
up to her.  The ride up only lasted a few seconds so it wasn't like she 
could do anything THAT naughty, right?

Even so, in just those few minutes she gave those boys something they're 
probably STILL bragging about to all their friends, none of whom I 
imagine believe a word of it.  Had she just kept her hand on my butt over 
my skirt - maybe that would have given them points but then she pulled up 
the material, exposing my now bare bottom as I'd somehow "forgotten" to 
put my thing back on when getting dressed again at Macy's.  It was only 
for a couple of seconds before we were up too high and she had to loosen 
her hold and allow the skirt to drop back down but for those brief 
precious moments they had an up front and personal view of my bare butt 
and pussy as I wasn't exactly being lady-like with my feet planted as far 
apart as I could on the step.

At the top we both just stepped off and walked away without so much as 
looking back.  After about ten steps I couldn't help myself and twisted 
my head around for a peek.  Sure enough, the two of them were talking 
wildly to another group of boys, gesturing and pointing our way. 

"What do you think Kelly, I'd say they don't believe a word of it," my 
aunt chuckled as she also had turned to look.  We both laughed and 
continued on our way.

We spent maybe another hour or so shopping and teasing.  It was almost 
TOO easy at times.  My aunt preferred to flash the young boys while I 
kept a lookout for the bored husbands in their chairs waiting for their 
wife to finish spending their money.  


Chapter 4 - Showing My Age?
===========================
By the time we'd made our way back to the car, I was ready to leave.  My 
aunt was all excited and spent the entire trip back reliving her favorite 
moments while I sat in my seat and pondered.  Yes indeed, I was 31 now 
and no teenager anymore.  While I enjoyed the flirting and teasing, 
somehow it just didn't have the same impact it use to when I was young 
and less experienced.  Back then it was all new and I was thrilled at the 
responses.  But now... as I mentioned it was maybe TOO easy.  Any guy 
with a pulse it going to look when he sees someone dressed like me 
flaunting herself.  While his wife might get pissed if she catches him 
looking, it's not like he cheated on her so the danger level is minimal.

That night after I'd made love with my husband, I laid next to him in bed 
holding onto his now spent dick after he'd cum in me.  I'd gotten him all 
hot and bothered telling him about my adventures with my aunt earlier in 
the day and he'd fucked me especially good - although ANY sex with my 
husband is always good.  As he drifted off to sleep, I thought about how 
I'd felt in the car afterwards.

OMG, I'm OLD!

OK, maybe an overreaction but still...  I'd changed so much since those 
early days as a teenager when I could spend an entire afternoon at the 
mall or grocery store teasing men for fun.  Now it was like if they 
weren't married I wasn't even all that interested.  Even then, if they 
didn't end up fucking me, what was the point?  Without the reward of 
knowing they were putting their marriage on the line, that they were 
putting me ahead of their wife...  it was like it was all for them and 
nothing for me.

It was sort of ironic that I found myself in the same camp as the women 
who fought against men objectifying women only in my case it was for 
different reasons.  They fought it because it made them feel humiliated 
and belittled while I felt unsatisfied that they didn't go further.

As I fell asleep I thought about one of the male teachers at school.  
There weren't all that many these days at the middle school level but one 
of them in particular had caught my eye.  I'd heard he was married but no 
kids, maybe a few years older than me.  I'd never met his wife and we'd 
actually only briefly interacted crossing paths during the school day.  
All my life I'd made it a point to never have sex with a teacher but that 
was as a student.  Teasing them was fair game of course but sex - too 
many potential problems for both of us that could get out of hand 
quickly.  Well, I wasn't a student anymore so after today's revelation 
maybe I needed to revisit my "no teacher" policy...

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