Date: Fri, 5 Apr 2013 12:39:16 -0700 (PDT) From: Jan None Subject: Karla and Aunt Mona (lesbian/incest, oral, anal, g/F Warning: This story is a work of fiction and contains descriptions of explicit sexual acts of incest between an aunt and niece. If this type of content offends you or you are under the age of 18 do not read it. Author's Note: This story is the property of the author. It can be downloaded for personal reading, pleasure, or sending to a friend, but if you wish to re-post them on your own site, please contact the author for permission. Copyright 2012 Jan, All rights reserved Please mail to janmay696@yahoo.com if you have any suggestions for future stories. Karla and Aunt Mona By Jan My mother was a divorced single mom, a well educated professional business woman. She did a lot of traveling as part of her job. As a result I spent a lot of time in the care of her younger sister. Aunt Mona was the most wonderful woman I ever knew. She was more mother to me than my mother, and she was my best friend. We bathed together all of the time. I never equated her actions as anything sexual. It was natural for her to wash my body. I admired her body and wanted to be just like her when I grew up. When I was about eleven and a half I had my first spotting in my panties. Aunt Mona sat me down and explained to me about what puberty meant, and what changes in my body were about to take place. I witnessed the first intervals of dark pubic hairs sprouting on my vulva. My breasts started to feel sore to the touch. They started to swell up. My areolas doubled in size practically overnight. It would take a while before my breasts caught up with my areolas. Aunt Mona sat me down and told me the facts of life. That night Mona came into my bedroom, wearing the sheerest nightgown I had ever seen. I could see all of her naked body underneath. I remember seeing her large breasts through the brown gossamer material and that dark bush between her legs. She stood there letting me devour her with my eyes, before she got under the blankets with me. She was wonderful to me that night. I was hers to do with as she wanted. When she was under the blankets with me, she pulled my nightgown up my body until it was under my armpits, exposing all of my body to her touch. She stroked my pussy slowly. She started kissing me on the mouth like she had never done before. She licked my mouth and sucked on my tongue. I enjoyed the way she played with my pussy. It made me feel sensations I had never experienced before. When she inserted her finger into my pussy, it caused me a sharp stabbing pain. She comforted me and explained that my hymen was intact. She wanted to inspect it, so she pulled back the covers and moved her body between my legs, and spread them apart. She used both hands to spread my pussy open. She moved her head so close that I could feel her breath on my flesh. She looked up at me and told me that she would break my hymen when I was ready. Until that time we can still enjoy a lot of sex. My head was spinning when she licked me down there. I couldn't believe she would actually want to taste the flesh where I peed. That had to be the strongest demonstration of her love for me. She licked and sucked on my pussy until I had my first climax at the hands of someone other than myself. I was overwhelmed with the smell of her perfume. I could have happily died at that point, as long as she was holding me. While we were clinging to each other I became aware of the smell of her warm pussy. I was consumed with an overwhelming desire to taste her pussy. Mona did not resist when I started moving down her body. She even rolled over onto her back and spread her legs. I pulled her nightgown above her waist. The bulge of her vulva had trimmed pubic hair in what I was to learn was called a bikini wax job. The aroma of her pussy was going to be a lifelong imprint. From that day on I would recognize the odor of a woman's pussy as they passed close enough for me to catch the fragrance emitted from their crotch. When I put my face against her wet pussy I was hooked on oral sex for the rest of my life. When I swallowed her pussy juice it made my throat feel raw, but I would have done anything to please her. She placed both of her hands on the top of my head, and told me what to do with my tongue. By the time she started quivering through her first cum, the ligament under my tongue was bleeding from scraping against my lower teeth. While she was bouncing her butt all over the bed I tried to keep licking her cunt, but several times my tongue actually swiped her asshole. I was surprised that it actually tasted rather sweet. Aunt Mona assured me that it felt wonderful when I licked her asshole. She was cradling my head against her breasts while she was telling me these things. I started sucking on her nipple, while she was assuring me that all sex is wonderful. To prove her point she had me assume the Muslim prayer position on top of my bed, so that she could show me how it felt to have my asshole licked. She spread my cheeks and licked my asshole. She was rubbing her face against my butt and sticking her tongue into my asshole. I had never felt anything like that before. I thought I was going to pee. I lost all sense of time. We sucked each other's pussies and asses until I became aware that the sun was starting to heat up the bedroom. We eventually feel asleep in each other's arms. We slept until the afternoon. Aunt Mona woke me up when she got out of bed to use the bathroom. I could feel the warmth of her body on the bed. I got up and followed her into the bathroom. She was sitting on the toilet peeing like a race horse. She took hold of my hand and pulled my head down so she could kiss me. I could smell her bad morning breath, but I didn't care. I wanted to make love to her all over again. When she finished peeing, she wiped herself and flushed the toilet. She stood up and motioned for me to have a seat. While I was reliving myself, she brushed her teeth. When I was finished, I brushed my teeth. That was when I became aware of my hunger. We had to do something about that, so we took care of that before we sat down and discussed our future relationship. She advised me that it would be unwise to let my mother or anyone know about what we were doing. We spent the rest of the week enjoying sex like there was no tomorrow. When Mother got home I almost had heart failure, when she commented on the house smelling like a moldy carpet. The question was how long it was going to be before Mom would have to be on the road again. Mona and I had to be careful about our moments together until we could be alone again. Aunt Mona and I have committed ourselves to a lasting relationship for the rest of our lives. I hope you enjoyed the story, and if you have a story you would like told, please send your mail to janmay696@yahoo.com.