Date: Sat, 31 Jul 2010 09:46:35 -0700 (PDT)
From: Jan None <janmay696@yahoo.com>
Subject: Weeken with Aunt Violet (lesbian/incest, oral, f/F)

Warning:

This story is a work of fiction and contains
descriptions of explicit sexual acts incest between a
girl and her aunt.  If this type of content offends
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             Weekend with Aunt Violet
                       By
                      Jan

	My mother had an older sister named Violet,
she was thirty years old the summer I was 14-years
old.  One day she dropped by our little home in
Epping, UK on a Friday and asked my mother if I
could visit with her over the weekend.  I had never
spent a weekend at my aunt's before.  Mom had no
objections, so I went home with Aunt Vi.

	Aunt Vi had an average build, but dressed very
stylishly.  She insisted on being colour coordinated,
even when she was working in her flower garden.
She made a business suit look like it belonged on her.

	At the time I was still a skinny girl with
breasts that were hardly noticeable.  Mother was
still selecting my wardrobe.  If it were up to her I
would have always dressed like a religious freak.

	When we arrived at Vi's apartment she showed
me around her one bedroom flat, and told me to
make myself at home.  I had only brought along a
few toiletries, pajamas and a change of clothes.  All
I had to do was put my things in her bathroom.  I
took off my shoes and felt the plush carpet with my
toes before settling down on her couch.

	Aunt Vi brought me a glass of iced lemonade
and turned on her entertainment center.  She
announced that she was going to make herself
comfortable.  When she emerged from her bedroom
all she had on was a transparent negligee.  I had
never seen her naked before.  I just assumed her
nipples looked like my own.  My areolas were about
the size of a penny with smell nipples.  Aunt Vi's
areolas were darker and as large as an Elizabeth II
Pound coin.  The nipple was much larger too.

	As she approached the sofa I could also see
her pubic bush.  It was dark and much thicker than
my own.  With the light behind her I could also make
out something I had never seen anything that large
before.  I learned later that what I had seen was
her labia.  It protruded well below the slit of her
pussy.  She sat down next to me and asked what I
was watching.

	I honestly had not paid much attention to what
was on the Telly at all.  She cuddled up next to me
and wrapped her arm around me.  We talked about a
few things before she got serious.

	"Has your mother ever told you before that I
am a lesbian?" Vi asked.

	I had very little knowledge about such things,
for all I knew, that was some sort of religion.  My
expression told Vi that I didn't have a clue about
what she was talking about.

	Vi told me, "You really don't know what I'm
talking about, do you?  A lesbian is a female that
only loves other females."

	I began to understand what she was talking
about.  I had very little knowledge about sex, but I
knew how children were made.  I asked her, "Don't
you ever want children?"

	Vi chucked, "Honey, if I ever wanted a child I
would not need to have sex with a man.  I could have
a fertile egg implanted in me."

	While she was talking, the hand wrapped
around my shoulders was stroking one of my breasts.
It felt like she was massaging my little breasts.  My
head was resting on her right tit.  I could smell her
perfume and I loved the smell, and the feelings she
was arousing in me.  I didn't resist when she began to
pull my top off.

	Vi told me, "I want to see your breasts, Baby!"

	I did not have a bra on, so when she pulled the
top over my head I was naked to the waist.  She
commented on what nice breasts I had.  I had
always felt self-conscious about the size of my tits,
so many of the girls my age had much bigger ones.
Vi was busily measuring their size with her hand,
before she leaned over and kissed my nipples and
breasts.  I was trembling like a leaf in the wind.

	Vi told me, "Calm down you will like it!  I won't
hurt you.  Just tell me if I do.  Try it once, and see
if you like it."

	I did say, "Okay!"  I was sure she was going to
have her way with me, no matter what I said.

	She told me, "Lay back, I want to see your
cunny."

	She took my skirt off of me.  All I had on were
the roomy underpants Mom always bought me.  I had
never been in a situation like that before.  She
slowly pulled my knickers out from under me and
down my legs until they were free of my feet.  She
opened my legs and said, "You have a big split for
such a small girl."  She was rubbing my cunny with
her hand, oh so gently.  It felt so very nice.  I
started to shake and I cried out when she actually
touched me.  She asked, "Was that nice?"

	I assured her, "It was great, Aunt Vi."

	She said, "That will do for the time being.  We
have all weekend."

	She helped me to my feet.  I felt foolish
standing there with nothing on.  I wanted to cover
my breasts and cunny with my hands, but Aunt Vi
was holding my hands.  To my amazement Vi let go of
one hand so that she could spread her negligee open
to expose her magnificent breasts.  She placed my
hand on one of them.  I felt how soft it was and how
smooth it was.  The areola was just as smooth as the
tit until my fingers approached the nipple, then it
felt a little lumpy.  The nipple was not much larger
than the eraser on one of my wooden school pencils.
It felt warm on the palm of my hand.  Vi used her
other hand to pull my head down towards the waiting
breast.

	I knew what she wanted me to do to her tit, as
I straddled her right thigh.  I took that marvelous
breast in my mouth and sucked on the flesh as hard
as I could.  I loved the smell of her perfume
between her breasts.  Her tit felt so silky under my
tongue.  When I claimed her nipple with my mouth I
felt my own pussy tingle.  I rested my pussy on the
silken covered thigh.  Vi was stroking my hair while I
suckled on her nipple.  I could not resist slipping my
hand inside her negligee and running my hand down
the front of her body.  The sash had only been tied
with an overhand and one end tucked under the sash.
It came untied with little resistance.  My hand
sought out the garden of hair between her legs.  The
nest was moist.  I felt her rubbery labia with my
fingertips.  They parted as my fingers slipped
between the slimy folds.  At the junction of her
labia I found her love button.  When I circled it with
my index finger Vi let out a moan of pleasure.  I
could smell the aroma wafting up from her crotch.

	I was sweating in my sexual desire.  Vi didn't
have to do anything to encourage me, but she did
start pressing on the top of my head.  I was drawn
to the smell of her pussy like a moth to a flame.  I
virtually licked my way down her body.  Vi scooted
her hips to the edge of the cushion on her couch
until she was practically prone.  I had to slip to the
floor to get in position between her legs.  Vi placed
her left legs on the couch to give me full access to
her pussy.  I used both hands to part her labia so
that I could study the sight of my first adult pussy.
I could actually see the milky white liquid seeping
from her pussy.  It was irresistible to me.  I had to
bury my face in the slimy flesh.  I sucked on her clit
like I had her nipple.  In time Vi cried out her
satisfaction with my efforts.  We were both
sweating and smelly by that time.

	We both bathed together with lots of mutual
stimulation of each other's body and tongue kissing.
Eventually we settled down cuddled up in each
other's arms for a nights rest.  Early the next
morning I woke up because I was in a strange bed
and the bedding and room did not smell like home.  It
took me a moment to realize I was in Vi's bed and
her warm body was heating up my backside.

	My movement must have woken Vi up.  I felt
her hand sliding around my body.  I turned over onto
my back and looked into her eyes.  Her hand rested
on my right tit as I turned over.  When her face
drew close I could smell her sour morning-breath.
She kissed me on the mouth.  All thought of the
smell of her breath was forgotten.  We made love
until our bladders insisted that we get up and relieve
ourselves.

	We spent most of the next two days making
love to each other.  There was not a place on her
body my mouth and hands had not become familiar
with.  Going home was terrible; I prolonged our
parting so much that my mother must have
wondered why I was taking so long opening the front
door.

	I wondered if my mother had even known that
Aunt Vi was a lesbian.  Had Vi ever made love to her?



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