Chapter 3: More Fun With Aunt Linda and Kristen

We must have fallen asleep or something because suddenly her mom was standing at the end of the bed and I had no idea when she had come in.

“Well, glad to see the two of you have been having a good time. At least SOMEBODY did!”

Now that didn’t sound like something she would be saying right after closing a million dollar sale. As it turned out, she hadn’t. Kristen and I listened quietly as she fumed.

“God damn bastard. He said if I let him fuck me he’d sign the deal. Well, guess where the dickhead is now?”

Somehow I didn’t think she really wanted an answer to that and so I just stayed quiet. Sure enough, she was answering herself before long.

“Asshole’s looking at the other place, probably screwing that little whore from ERA, what’s her name anyway - Allison?”

She was pacing back and forth now. Her hair was a bit out of place but that was the only thing that hinted at any special “deals” she may have been working out with the guy earlier.

“Well, was he a good fuck at least?” Kristen blurted out, trying to defuse the situation a little but unfortunately, her attempts at humor were a little mistimed and served only to set her mom off on another tirade.

“Was he good? Crap, bastard could barely get it up. Blamed it on his blood pressure pills. Bullshit.”

“But Aunt Linda, what makes you so sure he’s going to buy the other place,” I asked. “Maybe he’s just trying to get another free piece of ass?”

“Who knows? It’s just I wanted to close this one quick. Crap, I REALLY need the numbers. The month of May has been a real bitch and my boss has been on my case about it big time.”

“Well, can I help?” Kristen offered. From the way she licked her lips unconsciously I knew what kind of “help” my nympho cousin was offering. God, what a slut she was. I bet she was already thinking about what kind of BJ she would be giving him.

To be fair, it really was a bigger deal for Kristen than you might think as she really wasn’t into older guys (older defined as anyone older than her). Sure, she lets my dad fuck her but that’s because he’s her uncle, not because she would do him otherwise. So far as I know, she hasn’t even fucked my Uncle Jim. Yep, Kristen was WAY more into younger guys. College boys were the limit normally and I knew she was REALLY turned on by the younger ones.

Sometimes it truly concerned me when she told me about some of her exploits. She was over eighteen now and if she was caught with some fourteen or fifteen year old boy things could prove a bit interesting. For some reason, though, she didn’t seem to care. She wasn’t concerned about her “reputation” in the same way I was as she never was going to have to apply for a job teaching kids. My mom’s guess is that she will marry some rich guy and be his trophy wife but sometimes I wondered if she wasn’t going to be some awesome porn star.

“Hey, how about me instead?” I heard myself say, as if I was detached from my body and listening in on myself. It wasn’t even something I thought about before blurting it out. Yet once it was out there, it seemed like the right thing to do. After all, I was the one who was into older guys - especially the married ones.

After the initial shock of my outburst, I realized that this was perfect for me in that it would be just a one-time thing. The primary reason I enjoyed being with married men wasn’t that they were such great fucks. It was more about the thrill I got from them cheating on their wives, committing adultery to have me. I’m not talking about swingers or “open marriages”. After all, if the wife consents then what’s the big deal? No, what gets me off is driving a guy over the edge to where he abandons his wedding vows because I am so sexy and desirable.

“Really? Would you really be in interested in that sort of thing, Kelly?” my aunt asked, looking at me with a bit if surprise, “I mean, you DO know what kind of help I need, don’t you?”

I couldn’t help but giggle a little at that. Where did she come up with THAT one? My aunt knew all about me and the things I’ve done so there shouldn’t be any question in her mind that I would be interested. Meanwhile, Kristen was looking a little miffed.

“You OK with that Kristen?” I asked.

“Yeah, I guess so. He’s a little ancient for me anyway. I’ve never figured out why you like the old farts.”

Turning back to my aunt, I took a deep breath, lifted my shoulders and let them drop dramatically as I exhaled slowly and forcefully. “OK then, it’s settled. So what exactly do you want me to do?”

My aunt grinned at me and sat in the edge of the bed next to me. She reached out and started to run her hand over my cool naked body, letting her fingers drag along lightly behind, raising goose bumps on my smooth skin.

“Hmmmmmm, I know what I’d LIKE you to do right now,” she purred, running her index finger in circles around my hardening nipples. She pinched my nipple gently between her fingers, pulling on it a bit and then releasing it, letting it snap back into place.

There’s just something about having an older woman touch me and caress me that makes me want to melt. It’s the same when I feel my mom or her best friend against me. Not that I don’t enjoy being with younger girls like Kristen, not at all. It’s just “different” is the only way I can describe it. There is more a sense of intimacy versus sexuality, perhaps more of a nurturing feel to it by having an older woman attend to me that brings back memories of my childhood when my mom would hold me or caress me when I was feeling down and lonely. When Kristen touched me, I knew it was really more for her own enjoyment and pleasure. With Aunt Linda, I sensed it was more about her concern and love for me as it was for her own self-fulfillment.

I laid back with my eyes closed, forgetting all about whatever tasks she had for me with her client and just concentrated on her light touch. Her fingers ran up and down me, over my boobs, down my stomach, passing quickly over my pussy and then down one inner thigh to return up the other. Indeed, it did take me back to when I was just a little girl. Someone would tease me or make me feel bad and when I got home my mom would run her hands over me in much the same way as my aunt was now, soothing me and relaxing me, helping me to forget whatever it was that was bothering me. One little difference between then and now was that back then there wasn’t anything sexual about it, at least not for me. Well, that certainly wasn’t the same tonight!

Aunt Linda’s hand settled on one of my boobs and then stopped moving for a moment. I cracked open an eye and couldn’t help but smile at the stunning sight in front of me. Kristen had gotten off the bed while I was distracted and was now standing between my aunt’s legs, leaning over and kissing her mom. Even if I hadn’t known their long incestuous history, it would have been obvious to anyone seeing this that this wasn’t their first rodeo. What made it so erotic was that it wasn’t exaggerated or put on, just two women demonstrating their intense love for one another in a gentle, sexual exchange.

I didn’t dare say anything that might break the mood of the moment. The room was completely silent except for the light sounds of their lips touching. I watched as Kristen’s mom put her free arm around her daughter’s gorgeous nude body, pulling her in closer until Kristen was sitting on her mom’s lap. It may not have been as innocent as back in the days when Kristen was a little girl (well, if they were EVER innocent to start with), but the same feelings and emotions that only a mother and her daughter can feel for one another were there. Kristen had one arm around her mom’s neck while the other hand was fumbling with her mom’s blouse, unbuttoning it and pulling it open.

Aunt Linda wasn’t wearing a bra, no surprise given the semi-transparent nature of her blouse, and her exposed boobs looked fantastic. Any signs of her lift from last year were gone as if evaporated and her boobs once again had the perkiness of a woman half her age. It wasn’t like she needed a boob job THAT bad but as she approached her late thirties she became more aware of the growing impact of age on her body and longed for her lost youth. My mom had confided in me that she had declined implants, happy with being a solid C cup naturally. Anything larger would have looked odd anyway and I have never understood why small women go for the big boob look that just screams “fake”.