My Aunt is a Lesbian - Part 1

My Aunt’s a lesbian – Part 1

It all started when Mum called me on the phone at work.
"Can you get tomorrow off. Aunt Jenny has just rung to say the friend staying with her at her Lake District hotel has had to go home, so she wondered if you would like to take her place for Friday and Saturday nights. If you can get over to the hotel, then she will bring you back on Sunday afternoon. I'll meet you after work if you like, and we can look for some nice clothes for you to wear - it sounds a really plush hotel." Mum said.
I couldn't say no. Indeed, I didn't want to. I had always got on very well with my Aunt – we were really close, and I always just called her Jenny.She was my Mum's younger s****r, and there was a big gap between their years, so she was only 12 years older than my age of 20. We always seemed to have a lot in common, she showed a real interest in me and over the last few years even more so.
We could talk about everything together, clothes, men, boyfriends, and even sex. I regarded her more as a friend than an aunt I think.
Anyway, with Mum I chose a couple of smart dresses, a new skirt, and even some new underwear, Mum persuading me that I should buy a sexy pair of matching lacy white bra and pants, and a particularly daring bra which made the most of my 34b breasts, even emphasising the shape of my nipples through it.
"You never know what might happen when you are at the hotel". Mum said. "And we can go through my wardrobe too when we get home. It's a really smart hotel, and you want to have some nice clothes for the evenings"
So that's what we did, and I tried a number of Mum's dresses on in her bedroom, stripping down to my bra and panties in front of her with her helping me, and even trying on my new dress herself.
By the time we had finished, I had got exactly what we both agreed would be suitable. A long black dress tight round the waist, fairly low cut, and with a slit up the front which Mum said nicely showed of my long legs, still tanned from a recent holiday in Greece; a shorter dress which I absolutely loved, white with blue trim, again lowish showing off my breasts and with thin straps leaving my tanned shoulders almost completely bare and really emphasising my figure.
I took the clothes back to my room, now just wearing my bra and knickers, and started putting things together for the weekend. For some reason I was now feeling as horny as hell – maybe it was trying all these clothes on with my mum with us both having only our bra and pants on, and sometimes even just our panties, or whether it was the thought of the weekend, but I had a desperate urge to touch myself. I hadn’t had sex for a couple of months, having finished with my boyfriend, and I had had to resort to masturbation for my sexual satisfaction, something I must admit I did fairly often. Most nights, in fact. Now again, I could feel that oh so familiar tingling between my thighs, and I could tell my pussy was already moist.
I had heard the shower running next door, so I knew Mum had been in the shower, and I thought by now she would have gone downstairs, so I was confident I wouldn’t be interrupted. First though, I wanted to get a couple of things from Mum’s room, and I quickly slipped in there, again with only my underwear on.
I could hardly believe the sight that met me when I went in – far from having gone downstairs, my mum was lying on the bed naked, her lags apart, one hand playing with one of her breasts, and the other hand holding a vibrator against her slit, and rubbing it over and around her clit. Her eyes, were closed, and after I must admit watching for a few moments, I tried to slip back out of the room. I must have made some slight noise, because mum opened her eyes and saw me.
“Oh my God”, she said, her face flushing with embarrassment, as she pulled the vibrator away from her cunt and sat up on the bed, “I’m sorry Danni”.
“I’m sorry Mum” I said, disappearing out of her room, equally embarrassed, and going back to my own.
I didn’t know how to feel – I knew mum masturbated. I had heard her occasionally, and since she had been divorced a year ago she hadn’t got a permanent man in her life. I had also seen a couple of sex toys in her room, so I knew that she pleasured herself with them. But to actually see her, naked, her cunt exposed in front of me, aroused and playing with herself, was a completely different thing.
Maybe she had felt horny just like I had. Maybe she had felt the same urge to touch and arouse herself just like I almost did.
I went in the shower myself, and while I fingered my cunt a little and played with my tits and nipples as I washed, I had lost the desperate urge to make myself cum. After all, I had all night, and after getting dressed I went downstairs.
Mum was there already making the tea. I hugged her, and apologised for coming into her room. “That’s alright – it was my fault” she said, and we said no more.
Later that night as we were chatting, we started talking about Jenny, and I asked mum why she thought she hadn’t married. I mean, she is an extremely attractive sexy woman.
“Maybe she just hasn’t found the right person” mum said, and I noted she said person, not man.
Anyway, by the time I got back to my room I was really looking forward to my weekend away with jenny, and I admit I was also looking forward to getting my fingers deep inside my by now very wet and wanton cunt and bringing myself off a couple of times. Imagine my surprise to see beside my bed, mum’s vibrator, with a little note saying “just in case!!!”
I couldn’t wait, and in what seemed seconds I was naked on my bed with first my fingers, then the vibrator rubbing my so so sensitive cunt.
I needed to cum really badly, so I rubbed my clit with my fingers before letting the vibrator take over. I had used one before, but I tend to prefer my fingers, but on this occasion I was so desperate for relief that I just put the toy up to maximum, and pressed and rubbed it around my engorged clitoris. I came in no time, and I am sure I made quite a noise, so I hoped mum hadn’t heard, ……..but then she had left the toy for me, hadn’t she?
I brought myself off twice more after that, pushing my fingers in and out of my sopping cunt, rubbing them up and down my soaking slit , tasting my own juice from my fingers, and even slipping one finger up my arsehole for a little while, while I used the vibrator again, and also squeezing and tweaking my erect and sensitive nipples.
Eventually I drifted off to sl**p, exhausted with my sexual stimulation, and next morning I was up early, and mum took me to the station for the train to Kendal where I was meeting Jenny.
“You have got everything” she said with a smile.
“Yes, all securely packed” I reply, with a grin in return.
We hugged, and mum kissed me telling me to enjoy myself.
“I know Jenny will look after you. Have fun together” were her parting words.
I have to admit I was still feeling a little horny after last night, and when I went to the train toilet for a pee, I spent a little longer in there than I should, not cumming, but playing with myself a little, pushing my fingers into my cunt, tasting my cunt juice from them, then putting them back and rubbing them over my clit. My cunt lips were engorged, as was my clit, and I found them extremely sensitive to every touch of my fingers. I love the feel, sensitive, smooth, moist, and erotic as I slide my fingers up and down my slit. I seemed to be constantly getting into a state of arousal, and I wasn’t really sure why. I mean, I was going to spend a weekend with my aunt, and sexy though she was, who did I think I was going to be fucking? Who did I think I was going to be having sex with?
And I must admit I did have the occasional thought about seeing my mum naked, her legs apart, her cunt wide open, fingering her tits and playing with her nipples while rubbing her clit and using the toy on herself. I couldn’t help but find myself being strangely aroused, but I put those thoughts behind me as the train pulled into the station and I saw Jenny waiting for me.
She looked great. She had on tight jeans, a white t shirt, both of which emphasised her neat figure. She was about the same height as me, 5ft 8, and the jeans showed off her lovely bum. The t shirt was v necked, and showed a hint of cleavage, her top tight over her breasts, her nipples poking through the material slightly.
We kissed and hugged, me feeling her breasts against mine as we did so.
“Goodness, you look great Danni”, she said, standing back and looking me up and down, and for some reason I was especially pleased I had spent so much time choosing my clothes.
“You look pretty good too, Jenny” I replied.
“Come on, I’ll show you our hotel and room” she said, “then I’ve booked us a massage each before lunch. You’ll love that, I just know”
It was only a short journey to the hotel, and she took me straight up to our room.
Wow. It was huge, and so luxurious. There was a fabulous bathroom with a spa bath (“Bubbles and jets of water coming at you in all the naughtiest sexy places” Jenny said), a separate sitting room with a couch and a large chair, but pride of place went to the actual bedroom with in the middle this huge 4 poster bed.
I couldn’t help but jump straight on it, and lie back, legs spread out, and just lie there revelling in the comfort.
“Jenny this is amazing”, I said “Come and let me give you a hug”.
She joined me on the bed, and I hugged her tight, again our breasts touching and this time me holding her whole body against mine, and her hugging me tight as well, our whole bodies pressed against one another.
“It’s a pleasure” she replied. “I’ve wanted us to spend some time together for ages, and this seemed the perfect chance. Come on, let’s get undressed and go down to the massage room. They are two Asian ladies, and they know just how to get to all those tender spots, those aching muscles. You will never have had a massage like these two girls give”
We undressed down to just our knickers, and for the first time in my life I saw Jenny’s almost naked body. Yesterday I had seen my mum naked, now today it was my aunt. She showed no inhibitions whatsoever as she undressed, and I could see what lovely breasts she had, and what a cute pert bum too, as she had on little more than a g string under her jeans.
Her tits were larger than mince, but not by a lot. They were firm and nicely rounded, but I couldn’t help noticing her nipples. They seemed a little larger than mine, and quite prominent. Very very sexy I thought. I bet she’d had them sucked a few times.
I put these thoughts out of my mind – she was my aunt after all. What was I thinking of – last night getting turned on by my mum, now feeling aroused by the sight of my aunt’s tits.

To be continued……………..

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2 years ago
Nicely erotic and great start to the series.
2 years ago
I've always wondered whether my mom ever masturbated. I suppose she has. Maybe as a young girl. She's really very attractive but sexually repressed.
2 years ago
have to revise my opinion of lesbian stories ;)
very nice, i love the masturbation of the daughter.
2 years ago
Can't wait to read second part
2 years ago
2 years ago
cant want to read the next.
2 years ago
and the rest of the story.... looking at it now
2 years ago
nice start
2 years ago
Looking forward to part 2