Date: Wed, 5 Jan 2022 18:28:52 -0800 From: Jan none Subject: Anna's Family values (Lesbian / Adult Youth, Interracial, oral anal, Ff/f, FFf/ffF) Adult Youth, Interracial, oral anal, Ff/f, FFf/ffF The story is a work of fiction and contains descriptions of explicit sexual acts between a young girl and older women. If this type of content offends you or you are under the age of 18 do not read it. Copyright 2022 Jan, all rights reserved Please mail to janmay6969@gmail.com if you have any suggestions for a future story. Anna's Family Values By Jan The early morning sun was shining through the crack in the drapes and the room was already unseasonably humidly uncomfortably warm for Baton Rouge, Louisiana. I felt sickly and sweat was trickling down between my breasts. As I stood up, I felt the sweat trickling under the waistband of my panties and down the crack of my butt. My first thought was to take a cold shower. I looked back at the bed and Mary-Alice was on her side with her back to me and sound asleep. I simply pulled my panties down and stepped out of them before carrying them to the bathroom. I walked slowly because the old floor creaked a little with every step I took. When I was behind the bathroom door. I put the panties in the wicker clothes hamper before I brushed my teeth, and put my hair in a shower cap before I started the shower. When I stepped under the cold spray it felt refreshing. I was soaping my body with a floral scented body soap when Mary-Alice entered the bathroom she was naked. "Aunt Anna, why didn't you wake me up?" "You looked so sweat laying there I couldn't bring myself to disturb you. I just felt the need to rinse the sweat off of my body. It feels hotter than normal this morning." Mary-Alice stepped into the shower without a shower cap. Her platinum blonde hair quickly got soaking wet and hung down her back plastered to her body. I started soaping up her body with my hands. I loved the feel of her firm young breasts under my hands. I moved her hair away from her neck and kiss her on the back of her neck. "Honey, last night was amazing. We better get dressed because Mom will be getting up soon to make breakfast for us." I turned off the water and we dried off in a hurry. I selected a lightweight summer dress to wear. While I was putting my undergarments on, Mary-Alice was using her pistol hair dryer to dry her hair before she started getting dressed. By the time we were dressed we could already smell the aroma of brewing coffee, cooking bacon and toast. When we went downstairs to the kitchen, her mother was busy at the stove preparing the eggs. Mary-Grace told Mary-Alice and me to be seated at the breakfast table I picked up platters of food and took them to the table while Mary-Alice was taking her seat at the table. As soon as Mary-Grace plated all of the eggs she brought them to the table and joined us as soon as she turned off the gas to let the cast iron skillet cool. While we were eating, we discussed what we were going to do for the day. My sister was in favor of just staying home to enjoy the air- conditioner, but her daughter wanted to do something exciting. She wanted to drive down to New Orleans to visit the French Quarter. It was agreed that Mary-Grace would stay home and I would drive Mart-Alice down to the French Quarter. We were in a jovial mood as I drove down highway 61. We parked the car in a parking lot and made our way up Bourbon St. We walked the streets window shopping during the morning hours until lunch time. We enjoyed the seafood French meal. That area is where the narrow streets are one way and there are no storm drains and the curbs are no more than 6-inches high. The buildings are two-and-three-story brick buildings with iron balconies supported by iron posts. We were just killing time for the sun to set and the nightlife to start. It was my intention to expose my niece to the gay life. We walked to the corner of Bourbon St. and Ann St. I was taking my niece to the famous OZ gay bar. The building is similar to all of the buildings in the area except that the building tends to be decorated with the rainbow color flags proudly proclaiming that is a gay nightclub. It is a raucous fun show. The drag queens are mostly outlandish comedy shows. Mary-Alice and I were sitting at a small table drinking vodka and 7-up and enjoying the show. A couple of young black women approached our table. I thought they were probably college girls in their early twenties judging by the way they were dressed. They both looked like they were right out of a fall catalog for the preppy look. They asked me if they could join us. I assured them that they were welcome to join us. They pulled out the two extra bent wood chairs and sat down. They told us that their names were Sandy and Annette. I felt obligated to tell them that I was Anna and pointing that my niece, said she was Mary- Alice, Sandy told us: "We are just killing time until the party gets underway at the 'Doll House.' Would the two of you like to join us when we go to the party?" I glanced at the grin on Mary-Alice's face before I responded to Sandy's question. "Sure, but I think we should invite Mary-Alice's mother to join us!" Sandy looked puzzled: "Sure, but we thought you were her mother." "Honey, I'm her aunt." I pulled out my cell- phone and speed dialed my sister Mary-Grace. As soon as she responded I told her to get off her ass and hot foot it to the parking lot we use when we go to the Oz bar and join us. We have been invited to a party at 'The Doll house' by two very charming young ladies." Mary-Alice and I got to know the girls better. They were both seniors at Southern University and A&M College. While we waited for Mary-grace to arrive we flirted with the girls. Sandy was the most confidant of the two. They both had shoulder length thick hair that had been straightened as a result their hair had an orangish tint. Both of them had light caramel colored skin. Annette was a very pretty small woman. Where Sandy was a larger woman and looked like she was an athlete. She told us that she was on the track team and a sprinter. We told them that Mary-Grace and I had introduced Mary-Alice to incest when she walked into our bedroom when she was a child. We were having a good time talking to each other when I saw Mary-Grace entering the bar. I stood up and flagged her to get her attention. As soon as she recognized me. She weaved her way through the crowd to our table and I introduced her to the young women. Before we exited Oz and walked up the street to another two-story brick building with the typical wrought-iron tailing on the balcony. There was an imposing male bouncer standing at the door. He reminded me of Vin Diesel standing there with buff arms sticking out of the short sleeves of a tight black T-shirt. His head was shaved clean of all hair. He took one look at the five of us and opened the door for us and welcomed us to 'The Dollhouse." The first person to welcome us to 'The Doll House' was a large black woman, that was huge breasted stocky woman that reminded me of the actress Hattie Mc Daniel. The first black person to receive best supporting actress for her role in the movie 'Gone with The Wind.' She hugged all five of us and proclaimed in a loud voice "WELCOME TO THE DOLLHOUSE!!! BE SURE TO ENJOY YOURSELVES!!! I WANT A TASTE AS WELL!!!! CALL ME BIG MOMMA!!!!" The two young women insisted that we go upstairs. It was still a very humid evening and even with all of the double shuttered doors wide open to catch any cross ventilation coming off the Mississippi River. Everyone was sweaty and smelled of BO and a variety of sweet perfumes. As the party progressed clothing disappeared and the room was filled with a variety of nationalities and skin colors ranging from alabaster Caucasians to dark chocolate black women. We were dancing with each other with every female there. When it got too close and warm, we would walk out onto the balcony to cool off without any regard of offending anyone on the streets or adjoined buildings. It was obvious that Sandy and Annette were dying to have sex with Mary-Alice but were afraid to offend me or Mary-Grace. I was rubbing my thigh against her hairy pussy while dancing with Sand and I told her: "You have my permission to fuck Mary-Alice as soon as I finish eating your pussy." I maneuvered her to a big satin covered pillow and helped her sit down and I knelt down on the hardwood floor and I used my hands to part her honey-colored thighs and relished finding out what her pussy would taste like. Her pubic hair was tight little curls like watch springs and she shaved them into a small triangle easily concealed behind a small thong. Her body smelled of a sweet Jasmine perfume that could never overpower the aroma of her cunt. I dove in head first to eat her pussy. I was hardly aware that the room was full of women standing around us and watching me eat her pussy. I did catch a glimpse of Mary-Grace eating Annette's pussy, and Mary-Alice fingering her own cunt. She was ready to have sex with anyone. Mary- Grace was finished eating Annette first. As soon as Annette recovered, she went out onto the balcony with Mary-Alice and laid her on the balcony and she laid on top of her and tongue kissed her before she sucked on her tits like an animal. When she turned around, she went wild, eating and grinding her own black pussy into my niece's face. When Annette and Mary-Alice had orgasms, Sandy and I were there watching. Sandy took Annette's place and I pressed Annette up against the wall and went down on her. We were doing all of this to the thunderous approval of not only the women attending the party but the people in the street and on the balcony across the street. Big Momma was there to escort the five of us into her office that served as her office and bedroom. She took off her dress and underwear before she had all five of us on her bed so that she could work her way down the line eating all of our pussies. She even made us kneel face down across the bed do that she could eat our assholes and fuck them with a black dildo any big stud would be proud to possess. The early morning sun rays were streaking across the eastern sky when we made our way back to the parking lot to claim our cars. Mary-Alice rode home with her mother, and Sandy and Annette rode with me as I returned them to their dorms. Before they got out of my car, they had added their cellphone numbers to my contact list. When I got home Mary-Grace had already taken her daughter to school. She was brewing a strong pot of coffee. We sat at the breakfast table drinking coffee from our personal mugs while we reminisced about how our mother had taught us about the pleasures of incest and shared us with her black housemaid, until we got so horny, we took turns eating each other's pussy and asshole right there on the table. I hope you enjoyed the story, and if you have a story, you would like told, please send your outline mail to janmay6969@gmail.com