Juicy Secrets Forbidden Tales of Lesbian Love

Aunt Emmy’s Visit

By Cheryl Taggert 

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When I got home it was late. After Ronnie pulled into the driveway, she took me in her arms and kissed me passionately, telling me she’d see me this afternoon for our fun with her daughter Emily. As I got out of her car, feeling the tingling on my lips–both sets–I noticed a car that I didn’t recognize at first. Only when I got closer and saw the university decal did I realize whose car it was. My mom’s sister, my Aunt Emily, was there, having arrived for a surprise visit sometime after I’d left for my babysitting job with, ironically, Ronni’s daughter Emily.

I’d had sex with my aunt a number of times, the first being very shortly after my mom and I started making love when I was only six. Aunt Emily was only sixteen then, still a junior in high school, but I learned that she’d been doing things with Mom, her sister, for almost ten years by that time. I had been asleep and was awakened by the knowledge that someone was licking my pussy. I thought it was Mom or her girlfriend Jill, but I heard them in the hallway talking. Finally, I discovered it was my Aunt Emily whose lively tongue was giving me supreme pleasures below my waist.

The next day, Mom had told me how she and her sister got started playing around and eventually becoming full-blown lovers. Mom had been noticing that her baby sister, who was only seven at the time, liked to put her hands in her pants while watching TV and rub herself absent-mindedly. She could remember her own discoveries of the pleasure her slit held for her and decided to approach Emily with an offer to teach her about her body. Emily had worshipped her big sister, who was thirteen at the time.

One night, their parents had gone out for the evening, and Mom had been in charge of giving her sister her bath and getting her to bed. Mom had done this many times, but hadn’t considered doing anything sexual with her baby sister until then. “I don’t know,” Mom had said. “I just suddenly got hot for her little body.”

When their parents had been gone long enough that Mom knew they were gone for the evening and hadn’t forgotten something that would cause their unexpected return, Mom asked her little sister if she wanted a “normal” bath or a “super-duper” bath. Of course, a seven-year-old will always pick the “super-duper” anything. Then Emily wanted to know what the difference was between the two.

“Well,” Mom had said, “super-duper baths are only for girls old enough to enjoy them while never telling anyone about how much fun they had in them.”

Aunt Emily, whose libido it turned out was advanced for her age (that must run in the family or something), went along with everything that night, enjoying each touch, kiss, and lick more than the one before. Mom said by the time Emily got out of the tub, she’d had every erogenous zone stimulated to the point that she was begging for more. Mom had begun with washing her with her bare hands and soap, paying special attention to her little pussy and butthole. Then she’d taught her that kisses and licks felt even better than touches. Of course, Mom was in the tub with her, and she’d taught Aunt Emily how to pleasure not only herself, but her big sister too. They ended up in Mom’s bed, naked and horny, where Mom taught Emily the finer points of pussy licking. By the time a sleeping Emily was carried to her own bed, Mom had achieved as many as five orgasms and Emily had actually had two. From that moment on, they were lovers. In fact, three days before my birth, Emily had licked Mom to several orgasms.

So it was only natural that when Mom and I got involved, Aunt Emily was invited over late one night (she had to sneak out of their parents’ home) and sample my pussy. I even remembered that as she licked me, Mom got behind her and licked her. I’ve had dozens of threesomes with mom and her baby sister. Mom is six years older than Emily, and Emily is ten years older than me.

Well, as I said Aunt Emily had come in from college and was staying at our place. I knew what had gone on while I was having my fun babysitting, and I hoped there would be enough energy for me sometime in the brief time that Aunt Emily was staying with us. She was an insatiable young woman of nineteen by that time. Her hair was blonde, her pussy was bare, and her boobs were a perfect 32B. In spite of the fun I’d had babysitting little Emily that right, my mouth and pussy were watering over the thought of having sex with my aunt.

I had my own key and let myself in, wondering how long Aunt Emmy, which is what I usually call her, would be there. She was a sophomore in college, which was about 120 miles away, which was a two-plus-hour drive because of some city traffic you had to get through before getting to the interstate from the college and from the interstate to our house. I knew her classes were ending sometime soon for the summer semester, and I hoped this signaled that they had ended and she would possibly be working in our town during the break instead of at college, which she usually did.

I closed and locked our door and tiptoed down the hallway to Mom’s bedroom. I peeked in, and there they were. Mom was asleep, but Aunt Emmy was lying beside her reading a book. There were bad drawings of naked women on the front of the book’s cover, so I knew it was erotica, which was her favorite reading material. “I get enough of enlightening books at school. When I read for pleasure, I want PLEASURE!” she would say. It always made me laugh.

When I saw her, she looked up and smiled at me, motioning for me to come see her. I went to the side of the bed and leaned over to kiss her. When I did, the covers that had only been covering her naked body from the waist down, moved as her legs shifted, and I saw that she had indeed been busy. A small vibrating dildo, one of those bullet shaped ones about nine inches long and about as big around as a Ping-Pong ball, was shoved up her pussy. I knew how long it was because I’d seen it before. It was Aunt Emmy’s favorite. “Nothing fancy or dick-shaped. I just need enough to get myself off,” she liked to say. It was humming on low speed, which was why I hadn’t heard it from the bedroom door.

She pulled me to her and kissed me, immediately beginning to pull my clothes off. “I’ve missed you so much, Little Bit.” Little Bit was her pet name for me. I loved it when she called me that. It said I was special to her. I wouldn’t let anyone else call me that, not even Mommy.

I looked into her eyes and could see she was horny as hell. She’d obviously been waiting for me. She pulled the dildo out of her pussy, held it in one hand, and taking my hand, led me to the door and down the hall to my room. It occurred to me that I was about to experience my fourth orgasm of the night, and the next day I was supposed to go to Ronni’s to help her have sex with her identical twin sister and her six-year-old child, who loved sex but had never done anything with her mom or aunt before. My pussy felt sore just thinking about it, but when Aunt Emmy kissed me again and got my clothes off, that thought of soreness disappeared like an open candle flame in a hurricane.

We started by lying on my bed and kissing each other. Our tongues dueled in each other’s mouth and we were panting like overheated dogs in seconds. Her fingers moved down the smooth skin of my belly until she was sliding her index and middle fingers between where my leg met my mound of sensitive flesh on one side and her ring and pinkie fingers doing the same on the other. The two halves of my vulva were now squeezed between each set of fingers, which lay tantalizingly close on either side of my mound. The slit that separated the two halves of my pussy was closed, hiding my sex from the outside world and the air that longed to kiss its inner recesses, but I could feel the pressure her fingers were exerting on my clitoris as they squeezed the two halves of my pleasure center together, pinching my clit and inner labia between the soft flesh of my outer lips.

I heard myself moan with intense pleasure at the pressures her wiggling fingers created as they danced an erotic dance over my pussy. Finally, a finger speared itself along the slit where my treasure lay, waiting for the invader. The finger dipped and curled, sliding up between the moist folds that formed a home for my clit and stroked me from underneath and the nub of nerve-filled flesh. I could feel her fingernails as they scratched a most intense itch. I was surprised that I could feel my orgasm mounting already. It wasn’t as if I had not come in days. It had been less than an hour ago, actually, when Ronni had brought me to a most amazing climax. Now my Aunt Emmy, my stunningly beautiful nineteen-year-old Aunt Emmy, who had been her sister’s lover since four years before my own birth, was going to bring me what could prove to be the most intense orgasm of my lust-filled night. A night in which I had discovered that the mother of the little girl I babysat had been having sex with her identical twin sister for God knew how long, and who wanted me to help them both seduce the little, highly sexual angel who was her daughter and who incidentally had the same first name as my lovely aunt.

The same aunt whose lips were now replacing her fingers as the source of my intense sexual fulfillment.

I felt her lips on my clit, sucking the nub into her mouth and letting it go, only to suck it inside once again. I could feel her tongue ravishing my pussy, pressing against my clit to increase my desire and the coming intensity of the orgasm that seemed just out of my reach.

Swinging her leg over my body, she lowered her own steaming gash to my thirst-crazed mouth. I clamped upon it, tasting the slightly salty fluids, the tang of the familiar juices. I realized at that moment that someone could blindfold me and I would be able to pick out my aunt’s pussy from all the others I made love to and loved to devour. Her taste, her aroma, the feel of her clit against my lips and tongue, all were different from the others’. She bucked into me as her orgasm washed over her in waves that pounded her body as the North Sea pounds the northern shores of England in a storm.

And at that precise moment, my own climax tore through me, causing me to moan, squeal, and grunt with its intensity.

And it was also at that moment that my overhead light came on, and my mother watched us writhing, now blinded, through the last spasms of our mutual orgasms.

“What the fuck?” said Aunt Emmy. “Turn the lights off, Kay! You’re blinding us!”

My mother flicked the lights off, but the damage was done. My orgasm went from one of my best to mediocre in a split second, having been interrupted like that. I wanted to kill someone.

“Sorry,” said Mom. “I woke up and you were gone. I just followed the noise.”

“I’m going to sleep in here with Cheryl,” Aunt Emmy said to Mom. My heart swelled with pride that she would choose to stay with me the first night here. “We’ve slept together since I was seven. Now it’s her turn.”

“Okay. That’s fine with me. Cheryl, how was the babysitting?”

“Fine. She wants me to come back tomorrow afternoon.”

“Honey, we’re going to be busy tomorrow, remember? We have to go shopping for your school clothes.”

“That’s day after tomorrow,” I said.

“Oh, you mean she wants you there THIS afternoon.”

“Yes. Which means I need to get some sleep before the sun comes up.”

“She needs you to sit for her again?”

I decided if I got into this conversation now, I’d never get any sleep, so I just said, “Yes” and turned on my side to try to drift off, essentially dismissing her for now.

The next thing I knew, I was waking up. The sunlight was coming through my window at an angle I wasn’t used to seeing when I awoke. The covers were bundled at the foot of the bed and draped onto the floor. I was naked of course, as was Aunt Emmy, who seemed to think she was my blanket. I felt almost smothered by her body on mine, we were spooning so close.

My bedroom door was open, and I could hear Mom in the kitchen down the hall from my room. I took the open door as a sign that I was supposed to wake up and join the living, so I groped my way from underneath Aunt Emmy and stumbled out of bed and into my bathroom. I peed and started the shower, wondering what time it was. It felt late.

I stepped into the shower and let the water revive me. Warm rivers cascaded down my flesh and raced down the drain. I washed myself. When I got to my pussy, I winced. It had taken a lot of abuse yesterday and last night. Happy abuse, but abuse nonetheless. I wondered how I was going to have sex with little Emily when I could barely touch myself down there. I didn’t recall ever being this sore.

Letting the water soak my hair, I shampooed my hair, rinsed it, and shut off the water.

“Good morning, Little Bit.”

I stepped out of the shower. Aunt Emmy was sitting on the toilet. I could hear her pee spraying into the water. For some reason, I leaned down to look and she spread her legs to let me see her urine as it exited her body from just below her clit. The stream slowed and stopped. She took some toilet paper and offered to let me wipe her. I figured, what the hell, took it, and wiped away my aunt’s few drops of pee that clung to her inner lips and dropped the paper into the toilet.

“You always were as kinky as me,” she said with a sleepy smile. She stood up and flushed the toilet before stepping to the sink to look at herself in the mirror. Then she started the shower and climbed in. “I almost wish you’d waited for me. We could have washed each other the way we used to.”

Yes, I knew where that always led, and my pussy was having none of it. I recalled my mom interrupting us last night at just the wrong moment, and I was a bit angry once again because my pussy was now too sore to do anything and it hadn’t been as good an orgasm as I’d started with. I know that may sound strange, but it’s true.

“That would be nice, but today my pussy’s too sore to do anything like that.”

“After what we did last night? That didn’t last five minutes,” she said over the sound of the shower.

“Well, not that really. I also had three orgasms while babysitting.”

She stuck her wet head out of the shower, dripping water on the small, absorbent bathmat that was there. “What?” She obviously wanted an explanation.

“If I tell you, do you promise not to tell Mom?”

“As long as what you tell me doesn’t put you in danger or something.”

“Well, I had a dog lick me to one orgasm. The little girl I babysat licked me to another. I masturbated while watching a video I found in the parents’ bedroom. And when her mom got home, she licked to a fourth one.” It occurred to me I’d actually lost count. I’d thought I’d had only three before coming home, but it was four. No wonder I was sore.

You mean I was number five?!”

“Yes, and don’t tell Mom. I don’t want her to know about everything that happened. At least not yet.”

I didn’t mind if Mom knew so much as I didn’t want to have to explain it to her today. That would be a very long conversation, and I didn’t want to get into it at that time. I kept wondering in the bathroom what the time was because I was feeling, well, late.

She returned to her shower and continued to speak over it. “So a dog licked you to a cum? That’s wild. You’ve done something I’ve never done.”

“Do you think it’s disgusting?” I myself still wasn’t sure, but it had been really fun at the time and I knew I would probably do it again.

“No, babe. Only forcing someone is disgusting. Or something. Did you force the dog to lick you?”

I said, “No. He started into it without me doing anything but sitting down. I was kinda moist from thinking about me and the little girl’s mom.”

“Cool. Then no, it’s not disgusting, at least not to me.” She was quiet for a moment and said, “Do you think I could borrow their dog sometime?”

I giggled and said, “I’ll ask.” The thing was, I knew she was half serious. Aunt Emmy is one of those girls who will try anything once, especially as it regarded sex and orgasms. And I also knew it sort of bothered her that her nine-year-old niece had experienced something sexual that she hadn’t.

“So you snooped in their bedroom? You are a naughty girl! I knew there was a reason I love you!” She laughed, as did I. Then I explained how that happened, and she said, “Wow. She was sure making it obvious she wanted you to snoop. And she ate your pussy when she got home? Where was her husband?”

“Passed out in bed, she said.”

“Honey, never believe that. ALWAYS check to see where the man is. Their dicks have brains all their own, and they can sniff out when someone’s having sex nearby.”

“Well then, he got an eyeful.”

“You really wouldn’t have minded, would you?”

I thought about it and realized she was right. If he’d stood there and watched, I would have just enjoyed it more as I watched him, knowing he was turned on watching me and his wife together, thinking about how he would probably masturbate later thinking about it. It was making me moist already, even as sore as I was.

“Well…would you?”

“Actually, no. I wouldn’t have minded at all.”

“Like I said. You’re kinky as me. And your mom, I suppose.”

She was right. The behavior of being an exhibitionist was what led my mom to do what she did. She’d told me that when she’s having a hard time reaching a climax in a movie, she will think of all the men and women who will watch her one day and will be masturbating or doing something with their partner the way she and I did sometimes. She’ll even admit that she knows young boys and girls will also masturbate to it, and that turns her on even more.

I just started out of the bathroom door and said, “Well, like they say, heredity works.”

As I was closing the door and she was stepping out of the shower, she said something that got me to thinking. She said, “Yeah, that explains where you got it, but where did your mom and I get it?”

That was a good question.

Continue to Chapter 16!