Date: Mon, 3 Jul 2000 06:53:03 -0700 (PDT)
From: Shuraz <shoeraz99@yahoo.com>
Subject: Travels to my Aunt

TRAVELS TO MY AUNT            by Shuraz

"Do I really have to go?" I heard myself shouting to my mother as I
struggled to close my overloaded suitcase. You have no idea how much a
thirteen-year-old girl has to take with her on a month's holiday!

"Yes, sweety, you do," my mother shouted back from downstairs. Then she
added, "And hurry up, the taxi is already outside waiting." After another
minute's struggle with the clasps I heard my mother walk in my bedroom
door. As she closed the suitcase she said, "Why the glum face, kitten? Come
on, it'll be fun."

Oh yeah, loads of fun, I thought to myself. Instead of going with all my
friends to summer camp, I was going to spend a month with my aunt, my
mother's older sister, who lived 500 miles away and whom I hadn't seen in
six years. And from what I remembered, I didn't like her much then
either. Of course, I was just a kid, but all I remembered was a big, hairy
woman who gave me wet kisses and hurt me when she squeezed me with her big
arms. Some fun.

"Look," my mother said apologetically as she stroked my hair, "you know we
haven't enough money for camp now your father's left us. And besides, your
aunt is really looking forward to seeing you. She told me herself. You'll
see, she can be a lot of fun." Then she added with a little twinkle in her
eye, "I ought to know, after all." Then came the usual motherly hug, my
mother's big tits pressing up so hard against my cheek I could almost taste
them. And me, with hardly any at the time, wondering what they must really
look like and how they got to be so big.

As we crossed the lawn to the taxi I could see my friends Darlene and Angie
getting ready to board the bus for camp and I felt like crying, but I held
back the tears. They waved and as I climbed into the taxi next to my mum I
waved back. At the aeroport my mother gave me all the last instructions a
mother always does and this time I thought I saw a tear well up in her
eye. Finally we both cried but as the last calls for my flight came over
the tannoy, she seemed to calm down and that twinkle returned to her
eye. "Give your aunt a big kiss for me, okay?" she said, and I grudgingly
agreed. Then I started down the ramp and I was off.

My aunt came to meet me at the aeroport and, well, I wasn't completely
wrong. She was a tall woman, but actually not that much taller than my
mom. And yes, she had a lot of hair, a bush of tangled salt-and-pepper
curls hanging down both sides of her face. But so far I could see at the
time, except for some fine black strands on her well-tanned arms, most of
it was on her head. And the kiss and hug I got were certainly affectionate,
but surprisingly gentle and not half so wet as I had expected. But those
boobs! Just like my mom's only bigger and with my face pressed smack
between them, at first I thought I might suffocate. But after a second I
got adjusted to the pressure and noticed how surprisingly nice my aunt
smelled and for a moment I even found myself almost liking it there. Just
then my aunt pushed my head away again.

"My god, how you've grown," she chortled eagerly as she held me at arm's
length. "I wouldn't have recognised you in a million years." Then she added
with a big grin, "Just like your mother, only prettier." I blushed of
course, but apart from one-word answers to all my aunt's questions, all I
felt in the car on the way to her house was unhappy.

And so it remained for most of the first week. Not that my aunt didn't try
to cheer me up; she took the whole week off from work and took me to the
movies and the swimming pool and I ate a lot of ice cream and cake, but
nothing helped. One evening a friend of hers came around, a certain Alex
(short for Alexandra), who was as different from my aunt as night from day;
same age approximately, but blond, petite and shy. And even she tried her
best to amuse me but without much success. Finally my aunt told me it was
my bedtime, so I trundled off upstairs. First I heard the two women
talking, but then the talking stopped. I fell asleep but later I awoke to
the sounds of moaning and I thought my aunt was having a bad dream. I
considered going to her room to have a look, but thought better of it and
fell back to sleep.

Then, on the first Sunday of my visit, I woke up and went downstairs but my
aunt was nowhere in sight. I reckoned she'd gone out for a newspaper so I
turned on the tele and sat on the couch. Finally after an hour or so I
heard her key in the door and in she came. She had been out running and she
was still breathing heavily. Her hair was all dishevelled and she was
dressed in a grey training outfit. Sweat was pouring down her face and she
had big sweat patches under her arms. There was something quite exciting
about the whole spectacle and as the musty odour of her exertion reached my
nostrils I suddenly found myself more excited than I had felt the whole
week. My aunt must have sensed this for she came over to me immediately and
lifted me by the hands from the couch.

"Hey, lazy one," she said as she began to pull me about the room by my
arms, "You should come running with me sometime." The sweet odour of her
sweat now filled my head and I felt light and dizzy. She broke away and
laughed and I began to chase her, until we both fell down on the couch
laughing. She placed her arm around me and pulled me close to her and now I
could not only smell her sweat but I could feel it too, through the thin
cloth of my night-dress. As I snuggled closer, her large soft breasts
pressed up against my cheek and I could feel her heart beating wildly. For
the first time I experienced something akin to sexual arousal; my skin was
all tingly and my heart began to beat quickly and I felt a strange itching
between my legs. My aunt looked down at me but the expression on her faced
had changed. The smile was gone and she stared blankly into my
eyes. Suddenly I felt her hand on my bare leg and her face approached
mine. I was sure she was going to give me one of her wet kisses and I
supposed I must have screwed up my face, for immediately she broke away and
got up laughing.

"No more time for play little one", she said as she rushed to the
kitchen. "We've got to get you fed and dressed and out to the pool before
all the water dries up!"

Somehow I felt a little disappointed that our play session was over, but I
did as my aunt said and went upstairs to change into my bathing costume.
But all that afternoon at the pool I kept looking at her as she swam and
dived, watching her enormous breasts heave and bob with every movement she
made. And that night in bed, as the itch between my legs became unbearable,
I revived those images as for the first time my hand crept down to my
little pussy and found its way between the now moist folds and began to
caress my little knob until the blood throbbed in my head and I reached
what I imagine was my first adolescent orgasm. My whole body was covered in
sweat but my head felt light and wonderful as I raised my wet fingers to my
mouth and had my first taste of cum. It was so wonderful that I repeated it
again and again until I was too tired and sore to go on. But I slept better
than I had in years.

The following morning I woke up late and discovered that my aunt had
already gone off to work. There was a note telling me where I could find
everything and a telephone number I could call if I needed her. "Back at
five o'clock," it finished. I couldn't believe I would have to spend the
whole day in the house on my own, but suddenly I realised I had the whole
house to myself and I cheered up and began to explore. My first stop turned
out to be my last one; I went straight into my aunt's bedroom, found her
clothes cupboard and began to open up the drawers. Immediately found what I
reckon I had been looking for all along. I dug deep in the drawer,
reckoning that what was on bottom wasn't being worn as often (that's the
way it was with me, anyway) and pulled out one of my aunt's huge bras and a
pair of panties. I quickly removed my night-dress and strapped my aunt's
bra around my back and slipped on the panties. I must have looked
ridiculous in the oversize garments, but I didn't care about that. What I
cared about was the soft, satiny touch of the cloth against the skin of my
chest and thighs. It made my nipples hard and my crotch was slippery and
warm. As I imagined my aunt's huge tits inside I began to roll my fingers
over the silky cups and press them to my nipples. Then I raised them to my
lips and drew them into mouth, sucking on them noisily until the cloth was
soaked through with my saliva. I then lay on her bed and began to stroke my
pussy through the silky panties, finally shoving the cloth as far as I
could into my tiny cunt hole. I could feel the panty getting wetter and
wetter as my finger fucking became more frantic. And as my other hand
continued to feed the bra in and out of my saliva-filled mouth I felt a
pulse of blood rush through my brain and I lay back sweaty and exhausted on
the bed.

God, I thought, I didn't know how wonderful this all was, and all I wanted
to do was to start all over again. But as my nose caught the sweet odour of
cum and saliva wafting up from the bra and panties I realised I had a
problem; I couldn't very well return them to the drawer as they were and
god knows I had no idea how to clean them. I finally resolved to take them
back to my room, stuffed them deep under the mattress and prayed I could
sneak them into the wash before my aunt knew they were missing.

The following days I made generous use of them; every night (and several
times during the day as well!) I pulled out the bra and panties and
repeated my auto-erotic exercise, until both were heavily aromatic and
stiff with saliva and cum. But I didn't care - so long my aunt didn't find
out (which it appeared she didn't), I was in sexual seventh heaven.

But then came Saturday morning. My aunt would be home again, and when I
came downstairs after another fantasy-filled night I saw a pile of white
wash next to the washing machine. My aunt I supposed was out running again,
so I ran upstairs to get her bra and panties and add them to the pile
without being seen. But as I turned at the top of the stairs I got the
fright of my life. There, at the entrance to my room, stood my aunt. She
was still in her night-dress but in her hand she held the bra and panties I
had kept under the mattress. I felt crushed and miserable and lowered my
head, waiting for the inevitable. But nothing happened. I finally looked up
and noticed that the expression on my aunt's face was not one of anger. She
just looked at me blankly until a small smile crossed her face. At the same
moment her hands fell to the bottom of her night-dress and slowly lifted it
up above her head. I was agog. There for me to see was my aunt's completely
naked body; her large tanned breasts with big brown nipples lying against
her chest, and below her rounded belly a huge triangle of tangled black
hair. As I continued to stare, she began to run her hands over her breasts
until the nipples protruded between her fingers, finally lifting them to
her mouth and sucking them in turns into her mouth, running her tongue over
them and soaking them with saliva. My heart began to beat wildly and though
I wanted to turn my face, I couldn't stop staring. Finally she strapped the
bra behind her back and drew the panties up on her legs. Without saying a
word she motioned to me to come to her. I couldn't move; I was so excited
and embarrassed I thought I would die.

"It's all right, sweetheart," she purred as she took my arm and drew me to
her. "Momma's not angry." Without saying another word she drew the cups of
the bra down over her breasts and the two gigantic orbs burst forth towards
my face. Very gently she took my head and drew it close to her chest, and
as I saw the huge brown nipples approaching, my mouth opened automatically
and I felt my tongue make contact with them for the first time. I was in
heaven: they were sweet and soft and I licked and sucked at them greedily,
wetting them generously with saliva and rolling my whole face between her
huge soft tits until my whole face was covered with my own saliva. I could
hear my aunt groaning above me, until finally she lifted my saliva-drenched
face towards her own and planted her lips on mine. I was in shock; I hardly
knew what to do. The only other people I'd seen lip-kissing were my mum and
dad and I just saw their lips together. But this was my aunt kissing her
niece on the lips! I was so freaked at first I just kept my lips shut. But
then I felt my aunt's tongue probing the space between my lips, parting
them far enough to penetrate her tongue into my mouth. I felt her tongue
touch mine, followed by a huge burst of warm saliva, and immediately my
whole body began to tingle. It was so warm and wet and wonderful, and
before I knew it my tongue was in her mouth as well, licking and sucking at
her tongue.

It was then that I felt my aunt's hand grabbing mine and pushing it down
under her panties. I felt the curly, stiff hair between my fingers and
finally the slit that led to the steamy damp of her vagina. She began to
roll my fingers over her soaking swollen clit and her moans began to
increase in volume and intensity. Finally she pulled me into her bedroom,
removed her bra and panties and lay on the bed, totally naked. I was so
excited to see her lying there I hardly resisted when my aunt drew me close
to her and pressed my face between her splayed legs. The sweet odour of her
womanhood filled my nostrils and made my body yearn and somehow I
instinctively knew what I was meant to do.

"Go inside with your tongue, lover, deep inside," my aunt hissed as I
placed my mouth on her cunt and began to lick at the hair-covered
cracked. The taste was delicious and my tongue eagerly found its way
between the folds to the source of that delicious nectar. I licked at my
aunt's swollen clit and I quickly found the passage inside her body and
thrust my tongue as far up into her cunt as I could. My aunt let out a
squeal and with this encouragement I continued to fuck her with my tongue
until she bounced so hard up against my mouth I thought she had broken a
tooth. But soon I felt a warm, sweet liquid pour into my mouth. At first I
thought it was urine, but as my aunt settled back on the bed I realised she
had got to where I had been getting all that week. I withdrew my face and
discovered it was totally covered in my aunt's cum. It was the most
delicious thing I had ever tasted and I licked as much as I could into my
mouth.

After a few moments of silence, I fully expected my aunt to say something,
but she just lay there staring up at the ceiling. I wanted to lie down next
to her but somehow I couldn't move. Finally she got up like a bolt and
walked straight to the shower. As I heard the water pouring down, I was a
bit disappointed at the sudden end to our tryst, but I finally got up and
walked back to my room. I lay on the bed and gently rubbed my own pussy
until I could feel the blood rising once again in my temples. Just then my
aunt burst fully dressed into my room.

"Hey, camper, no time to play with yourself this morning. We have a date at
the pool!" she said cheerily. "Get dressed." So I did and that was that.

I was despondent all that day, but my aunt seemed oblivious to it. She just
kept on chatting as she usually did, even at dinner. Finally I just said
good-night and went to bed. I lay awake listening for the sound of her
going to bed, hoping something might happen, but when I heard her light
switch I gave up. I don't know how long I slept, but I remember awakening
when I felt my aunt's large, warm naked body pressed up against mine in
bed, feeling her hands slipping off my night-dress, her fingers caressing
my small hard nipples and my wet vagina and her warm wet tongue on my neck,
in my ear and in my mouth. I remember feeling for the first time her wet
tongue on my tiny breasts and her long gentle fingers entering my body,
first from the front and later from behind, which hurt me at first but soon
became the centre of my delight. And I remember the moment she first
pressed her lips to my cunt and slipped her tongue between the folds of my
hairless pussy, slithering her way up my virgin holes until I could no
longer hold it in and filled her mouth with steamy yellow liquid. And I
remember how mortified I was, but she just smiled and held me and urged me
to explore her large, soft body, pushing her huge nipples into my mouth and
later my head between her legs. I penetrated her, first just in her cunt
but finally also in her ass, discovering for the first time that sublime
feeling of sphincteral pressure round my fingers and tongue which I would
seek again and again, until she too found completion in a gush of cum and
urine.

And when it was all over, she rose without a word and returned to her room,
establishing a pattern she would follow for the nights that
followed. During the day and when I went to bed we were aunty and niece; in
the depth of night she came to me and we were woman/girl lovers once
again. And I became so accustomed to our erotic solitude, it came as a bit
of a surprise some days later when my aunt came home from work with Alex
again. Well, never mind, I thought, I'll have auntie to myself soon
enough. And so I went to sleep, leaving the women downstairs. And soon I
was awoken again by the pressure of a body getting in to the other side of
my bed. Again I felt gentle female hands on my naked body and warm wet lips
on my neck and without opening my eyes I turned round and extended my hands
to return the caresses. But the body they touched wasn't the full, soft,
musky body I had come to know so well. It was petite and smooth and
fragrant. The belly was flat and the breasts were small with tiny
nipples. I opened my eyes and as they adjusted to the darkness I saw the
face of Alex, smiling at me in the dim light. And for the first time that
week I acted like the real thirteen-year-old I was; I let out a shriek and
jumped to the other side of the bed.

"Don't be scared, honey, I won't hurt you," Alex intoned in a honey-sweet
voice. "Just give me what you give your aunt and everything will be just
fine." As she reached out for my arm I jumped back off the bed and ran for
the door, hoping to reach my aunt's room before Alex could catch up with
me. In the event, I ran into my aunt sooner than expected - there she stood
in her night-dress, leaning against the door, with a very disapproving look
on her face.

"What is it, baby?" she said as a wicked little smile appeared on her
face. "Did Alex frighten you?" My eyes were now lowered to the floor. "It's
all right, sweetheart, she'll take good care of you," my aunt continued as
she stroked my hair. "Listen, sweety, you're the best. We don't want to be
selfish now, do we?"

I was in shock. I couldn't believe my aunt was betraying me like this,
passing me on to one of her friends. I even think I started to sob a
little, but my aunt raised my chin and as I looked up I saw that my aunt
had raised her night-dress exposing her impressive breasts to me. Once
again I began to feel the blood coarse through my head and I moved my face
forward to take one of her luscious nipples into my mouth. But just then my
aunt pulled away.

"Not so fast little one," she said in a voice much less sympathetic than
before. "First Alex." Then she placed her hands under her enormous breasts,
holding them out to me as a temptress. "These will be your reward," she
whispered as she placed a small kiss on my forehead.

I felt so humiliated. I was stuck. I was just thirteen and I had to do what
my aunt said. Besides, I knew sooner or later I would want to feel my
aunt's full body on mine, taste her sumptuous breasts and warm, spicy
crevice, feel her fingers entering my young body, driving pleasure up
through my prim and my ass. What could I do? I slowly turned around and
walked slowly back to the bed. There lay Alex, her legs already spread far
apart, waiting for my nocturnal services.

"That's a good girl," I heard my aunt say as I knelt between Alex's legs
and took hold of her trim buttocks, licking my way up from the inside of
her thighs towards her downy blonde cunt. And, well, it wasn't my aunt, but
it was warm and wet and sweet, and soon I was all excited again and eagerly
doing my work, until I felt Alex's pelvis buck up against my mouth and a
stream of sweet, hot liquid pour over my lips. As she settled back on the
bed, Alex stroked my hair and drew me up to place a tender kiss on my
cheek. Then she got up without a word and left the room. I felt so
confused, so spent, I hardly knew whether to enjoy the moment or cry. But
as promised, a moment later my aunt returned and climbed into bed with
me. She said nothing, just reached out and began to touch and kiss my whole
body. The things she did with me that night were the best yet, so by the
time she got up to return to her room I had almost forgotten all about
Alex.


       The next day Alex was gone and as usual my aunt was her old self,
never mentioning the previous night. We were alone again that evening and
once again I began to feel things were back to normal. The following night,
though, my aunt brought home another friend. Donna was like a pale,
redheaded version of my aunt, with a big laugh and a pair of tits to
match. She was loud and boisterous and despite her overtures I didn't like
her too much so I excused myself and went to bed. But this time I didn't go
to sleep. I listened to the women talk and when it stopped I quietly
sneaked out of my room to the top of the stairs and looked down into the
lounge. There on the couch the two women lay, stark naked and glistening
with sweat, with Donna on top and my aunt under her. Their large breasts
were pressed up against each other and I could see that Donna's tongue was
deep inside my aunt's mouth. Despite my initial jealousy, I had to admit
that the performance excited me and I began to rub my crotch
enthusiastically. But what really intrigued me was the strap around Donna's
waist that ran through the crack of her ass to the front. My aunt had her
legs spread wide and Donna was moving up and down between them and I could
see my aunt getting more and more frantic.

"Oh, yeah, baby, deep inside me. You're the best," my aunt kept saying
until finally she let out a scream and fell back on the couch. Donna fell
exhausted on top of her and kept rolling her hand and tongue over my aunt's
great tits until finally, after giving my aunt a big kiss, she began to
rise. And as she did I saw it, sliding out of my aunt's woolly vagina, a
long pink staff that gleamed with my aunt's cum, attached to the strap
Donna had round her waist. She quickly took it off and slid it into her
mouth, sucking and licking at it and purring with delight. I had never seen
anything like this in my whole life, but I was all excited and I could see
from my aunt's expression how much she had enjoyed it. And I thought to
myself, maybe she'll let me try it too.

Just then the women began to rise from the couch, so I scurried back to my
room. As I lay in bed and thought about the big pink rod and felt my tiny
pussy get warm and wet, again the door opened. This time I was much less
surprised as I felt Donna get into my bed and begin to caress and kiss me,
and I hardly needed any encouragement to feel and kiss her large naked
breasts and press my lips to her soft warm thighs. Her vagina was warm and
wet and wonderful and my tongue strained itself as deep as it could inside
her. She raised her legs a bit and I could feel her asshole sliding past my
lips. I sucked and pressed until my tongue was trapped deep inside her
anus, and her yelps crescendoed moments later and her warm juices covered
my face. Her parting kiss was deep, her tongue nearly reaching my throat,
and she smiled and stroked my face before she got up to leave. Moments
later my aunt returned to me and we started all over again.

In the days that followed there were more girlfriends. Stevie the leather
queen; Doris the Madonna look-alike; Agnus the executive. And yes, my aunt
made love to all of them and I watched (though I didn't the pink rod), and
then she sent them all on to me for desert. And yes, I pleasured them all,
even though I didn't like all of them (especially not Stevie), but in the
end the whole thing excited me so I sort of got hooked. And besides,
afterwards my aunt was always there for me. That is until my mother came to
pick me up at the end of the month. I suppose she expected me to be glad to
see her, to be dying to get away. And though she was happy that I seemed to
have had a good time after all, she was really surprised to see me so glum
at the prospect of going home again. And of course understandably my aunt
suddenly became very "aunty" with me, but still it hurt. Well, I thought,
I'm not going to get any viewing pleasure or nocturnal visits to-night
anyway, I might as well go to bed and see how it feels to sleep the whole
night through again. Much to my surprise, though, I was woken up later, but
not by a visitor in my bed. I heard my mother and my aunt arguing about
something downstairs, shouting at one another quite loudly. At first I
tried to ignore it but soon I found myself steeling myself up to go have a
look. By the time I had got up the courage, though, the shouting had
stopped and I lay my head on my pillow once more.

But curiosity had got the best of me, so I got out of bed, slipped on my
night-dress and crept into the hall. All was dark upstairs so I tiptoed to
the top of the stairs. I looked down in the lounge, and there on the couch
lay my mother, naked and sweaty, and on top of her, equally naked with a
strap around her waist, was my aunt! I couldn't believe my eyes! Just like
Donna and all the rest, my aunt was heaving her sweaty body back and forth
and I could just glimpse the shiny pink rod going in and out of my mother's
cunt. And just like with Donna, their large tits were pressed together and
my aunt had her long tongue deep inside my mother's mouth. My mother was
groaning loudly and I could see that any minute she would explode. I was so
shocked I wanted to run away, but at the same time I could feel my pussy
getting wet with excitement - I had never seen my mother naked before, let
alone watch her get fucked by her own sister! - so I didn't move. Finally
my mother screamed and lay back on the couch exhausted. My aunt continued
to kiss her sweat-covered breasts and finally they embraced in a long
kiss. I knew it was time to move, so I scampered back to bed. And though I
didn't get any visitors that night, I satisfied myself over and over again
thinking about what I had seen that night.

The next day my mother suddenly announced we had to leave right away, and
tragically we never saw my aunt again. She was killed in a car accident a
year after my visit. My mother was devastated and was never her cheery self
again. As for me, I never mentioned to my mother what I had seen that
night; I know what a burden it must have been for her to hide her
incestuous lesbian past from everyone she knew. But I must guiltily confess
that until I left home to go to college, I often thought about that night
and masturbated on images of my mother, naked on the couch, making love to
her own sister. And sometimes I would pass my mother's bedroom at night,
watching her get undressed and thinking what it might be like to . . .


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