Date: Thu, 1 Jul 2021 14:06:45 -0700
From: Jan none <janmay6969@gmail.com>
Subject: Sarah and her Simple Cousin (Lesbia / Incest, oral, f/FF)

Incest, oral, f/FF

This story is a work of fiction and contains descriptions of
explicit sexual acts of boys and men discovering their
sexuality.  It contains graphic scenes of sex between a
consenting underage girl and adult females.  If this type of
content offends you or you are under the age of 18 do not
read it.

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              Sarah and her Retarded Cousin
                          By
                         Jan

	The most embarrassing incident of my life was the day
my Aunt Hazel returned home from shopping early because
she had forgotten her purse and caught me with my finger in
the pussy of my older cousin.  I had to endure the lectures
from both my Aunt Hazel and my mother.

	My cousin Dianne was 8-year-older than me but only
had the mental development of a 10 or 12-year-old.  My
aunt was in the habit of calling upon me to look after her
daughter while she conducted her business-like grocery
shopping, getting her haircut and styled, and paying bills.  I
had little interest in babysitting my cousin.  I was only willing
to do that for Dianne because my mother insisted that I
should do my Christian duty to help my aunt and cousin.  At
first, I did it because I felt sorry for her, and it made me feel
superior looking after my older cousin.

	Dianne was a relatively tall woman, maybe 5-foot 7-
inch tall, with brown hair, brown eyes, and wore horn
rimmed glasses.  She was a little overweight.  The only clue
to her child-like condition was the constant grin on her face
maintained until she was reprimanded then she would cry
like a child.  For some reason Dianne had the habit of
exposing herself and even touching herself inappropriately
at embarrassing moments.  When I was younger, her was
behavior was amusing to me.  Watching her play with her
vagina became more interesting after I discovered how nice
it felt to play with my own pussy.

	Coming from a southern family I was given the biblical
name Sarah.  I'm a natural blonde with hair that was long
enough to cover my breasts.  In our family the word
abortion is an anathema.  Alcohol and dancing are a sin, but
many of my relatives are alcoholics.  Most of my relatives
smoke a couple of packs of-cigarettes a day and suffer from
pulmonary edema and die of lung cancer or heart failure.  I
smoke to excess as well.

	One day I got embarrassed and angry with Dianne for
her openly lifting her dress and showing me that she was not
wearing panties and playing with her hairy pussy.  After I
rebuked her for her behavior, I felt sorry for her because I
knew that was the only sexual pleasure, she would ever
experience.  I was sure she was a 22-year-old virgin, and I
had serenaded my own virginity a couple of years before my
current age of 14.  I calmed Dianne down after her
emotional outburst for rebuking her.  I hugged her and
kissed her and assured her that I was not mad at her.
"Dianne, do you want me to play with your pussy?"

	Dianne gave me a big smile: "Yes, Sarah!"

	I sat on the couch to her right side of her, and placed
my right hand on her thigh close to the junction of her torso.
As my fingers sought out her mist hairy pussy Dianne giggled
girlishly.  She moaned when I found her clitoris with my
fingertip and masturbated her until she had a strong
orgasm, and let out a howl of her pleasure.  It was at that
moment that her mother walked in and cried out: "SARAH,
WHAT ARE IN HELL ARE YOU DOING?"

	I froze with my finger still on the folds of her labia.
Dianne's eyes were still closed and her mouth was wide
open.  When she heard her mother, her eyes opened wide,
and she started bucking her up and down on the couch.

	It was strange how much power was in my aunt
Hazel's voice carried considering, that she was a petite little
old woman with graying brown hair and black rimmed
glasses.  She dressed conservatively like one of Jerry
Falwell's religious right-wing fanatics.

	It was a couple of days after my aunt and mother
berated me for molesting my handy-caped cousin before I
was invited to come over to talk to my aunt again late one
evening.  I was reluctant to go because I didn't want to listen
to another lecture about my behavior again but I couldn't
refuse.

	It was past Dianne's bedtime and she was tucked into
her bed for the night.  Aunt Hazel surprised me by offering
me a glass rum and Coke over ice as we sat at the kitchen
table.  She even offered me a cigarette.  I sat there waiting
for the lecture.  I was not expecting what followed.

	Hazel: "Sarah I have to apologize to you or me over
reaction for walking in on you masturbating Dianne."  After
a pause: "I have to admit to you that I have no right to
reproach you for something I taught Dianne to do years
ago."

	I was dumbfounded by her confession.

	Hazel: "Would you like to come to my bedroom where
we can be more comfortable?"

	The impactions of her questions were unmistakable.  I
looked into her eyes and saw what I wanted to see.  I placed
my empty glass on the table and stood up, as she led the
way to her bedroom.  When we were behind the closed
door, she unbuttoned the front of her blue print dress and
pulled her arms out of the sleeves.  She was wearing a full
white slip.  She pulled the slip up and over her head.  She
was not wearing a bra and her breasts were sagged and
looked like empty coin purses and the nipples pointing
towards the floor.  She was wearing full granny panties that
were clean but old.  She was wearing ankle nylons with wide
healed practical black shores.  When she pulled her panties
down, I couldn't take my eyes off the exposed dark patch of
pubic hair.

	It wasn't until she was totally naked before I realized
that I should be taking off my own clothes if we were going
to do anything about our lustful feelings.  I was wearing a
Navy-blue and white silk blouse with a folded plunging
neckline, a silver necklace that rested between my cleavage.
I was wearing a Navy-blue short skirt that was short enough
to expose plenty of thigh.  I was not wearing nylons because
of the heart and I was wearing white ballerina flats.  When I
removed them all I was wearing was my blue hipsters'
panties.  When I stepped out of them, aunt Hazel was
staring at my dark blonde patch of pubic hair, so she sat on
her bed.

	She reached out and took hold of my hands and
pulled me to her.  She hugged me as she captured my perky
nipple with her mouth.  She twisted her body as she pulled
me down onto the bed.  She continued sucking on my nipple
as she reached down with her right hand to place her hand
on my pussy.  While she was masturbated me, she started
kissing me on the mouth and swabbing my throat with her
tongue.  Her masturbation efforts were making my vagina
exude lubricating fluid.  At that point she interrupted her
efforts as I protested,

	Aunt Hazel mounted the bed on her knees and
straddled my head and lowered her pussy down to my face.
She leaned over my body and started licking my pussy, as my
legs dangled over the edge of the bed.  All I had to do was
stick out my tongue as she sawed her crotch up and down
my face.  I was overwhelmed by the fluid and smell she was
producing.  She continued making love to me until we both
had at least three orgasms each.  By the time it was over and
we cleaned up and I got dressed to return home, Aunt Hazel
hugged and kissed me with the promises that we would
have many more evenings like this.


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