Looking After Aunt Lisa Pt 04

Chapter 4

Emily lay still, her heart now pounding, blood rushing to her head and her cheeks. It was clear that her aunt was awake after all.

Her mind raced.

'Did she piss on purpose?' Emily thought.

She wanted to ask her aunt so many things, but she instead found herself staying dead silent, too afraid to say anything.

So instead, she lay there. Feeling her heart pulse. The warmth from her aunt, the scent of piss on her breath.

With every exhale she felt shame. Smelling her aunt's pussy juice and piss, an incessant reminder of the foul act committed.

Though, her pussy throbbed too, even after such a powerful orgasm. It was dawning on her that deep down she wanted more. The taboo nature was too alluring, in a way, it was like an act of defiance. That she could do anything she wanted. Her logical mind was losing a battle against the primal urges that she had slowly, started to give in to.

She went through her internal journey of self-discovery, lying next to her large naked aunt, who was the key initiator of all of this.

After some time, Emily accepted that this really was what she wanted, and who was to stop her? The book she borrowed from her aunt gave a clear indication of her sexual interests and fantasies, and the ideas had woken something dormant in Emily.

Emily thought that anyone else would be appalled at what was happening in this little home. A girl sharing a bed, and sexual pleasures with her own aunt. The reality of it made a tingle ripple down Emilys stomach.

But here she was, in her nakedness, sticky juice drying on her face and nobody to stop her, or to shame her. If anything, her aunt would encourage her more. Emily wanted it. She wanted to please her aunt.

She finally said something.

"Aunty, this is so wrong..." She said, knowing that it was already too late to turn back now.

"Yes dear, but you are such a sweet girl, nobody has ever done that for me before. I couldn't believe it and didn't want to interrupt while you drank from me." Her aunt replied.

"I can't believe it myself... I never thought this would have been something I would do on purpose, but it pleases me too." Emily replied.

"I am so glad to hear that dear. I hope this means you might do it again sometime? Of course, if you would rather, we can forget this ever happened. After all, I know what it's like to be a bit confused with another girl." Aunt Lisa looked into Emilys eyes as she said so, a knowing expression crossing her face. Emily felt reassured and even more certain of what she wanted.

"I think I would like to do it again. Sometime..." Emily said nervously. She couldn't believe these words were leaving her mouth.

Her aunt hugged her tightly, her huge frame enveloping Emily's. "This is so wonderful dear" She whispered.

Later that day, Emily was up and about keeping busy. She found herself trying to make complex meals using all sorts of ingredients, like a sort of game. The power was still off, and the pair had used the last of the lukewarm water left before it was completely gone by showering together, Emily had washed the sticky pussy juice and piss from her face and body. Although nothing sexual occurred in the shower, Emily felt more at ease than ever, it was like she had broken free from some invisible shackles that had been present her whole life until now.

She smiled openly at her aunt when they exchanged glances. Her aunt too had taken on a more enchanting look it seemed, as if no longer hiding even her own desires about Emily.

It felt good to be wanted, she felt important, and knew she was. Even if only to her aunt, it made her fill with warmth.

She kept daydreaming about her aunt's pussy, her sexual excitement kept returning in waves throughout the day.

When sitting on the chair in the living room, reading more of the luscious smut book she had borrowed from her aunt, she couldn't help putting herself in the eyes of some of the characters.

She kept looking up at her aunt who was reading a book too. Whenever Lisa returned a look, Emily blushed a little. As if her aunt knew what she was thinking.

Emily felt a surge of bravery, driven by her growing arousal.

"Aunty, how did you know that you liked doing a pee in my mouth?"

Her aunt was caught off guard by such a brazen question. But after collecting her thoughts replied.

"Well, it is like how you knew you would like to drink it!" She chuckled. "It's just an urge I can't explain"

Emily digested the answer, her aunt was right. There was no real understanding even to herself as to why she continued drinking when she realized it was piss entering her mouth last night.

"But, you didn't know I was going to like it when you started to pee did you?" Emily asked.

"When you made me start to have that wonderful orgasm, I squirted, but you had such a talented tongue I lost control of my bladder, when I heard you drinking it made me so ecstatic I didn't want to stop..." Her aunt replied, thinking back to when it happened. She was breathing heavily now.

Emily realized how much her aunt enjoyed it. And thought of trying it again, her aunt continued speaking.

"It's just that you are such a gorgeous girl, and knowing you were doing something so naughty, so wicked, so disgusting... it makes me want to explode"

Emily looked into her aunt's eyes that were filled with a kind of lust she hadn't seen yet. It was interesting learning these things about her aunt. She wanted to give her aunt that level of joy again, she felt powerful knowing she could do so. Knowing what her aunt wanted from her. It was a sort of exchange that didn't need to be said aloud. Instead, they both just eyed each other hungrily.

Emily was wondering if she should ask if her aunt needed to piss, she felt herself trying to find a way to put the words together, but her aunt spoke first.

"Dear... could you do something wicked for me that would make me so happy..."

Emily was elated, yes! She wanted to do this; she wanted to drink her piss again. She felt her pussy start to throb and moisten.

"Of course!" She replied, waiting for the question.

"Could you... could you lick my behind?" Her aunt asked.

Emily felt like she had been smacked in the face, she was unprepared for that question.

Her mind flicked back to the events she had shoved deep down, the smell of her aunt's poo. The incident where she got covered. Her own vomiting.

Emily felt herself turning white.

"Oh dear, you don't have to, I am sorry for asking, it's too much! Forget I asked. Please!" Her aunt said in a panic, responding to Emilys repulsive reaction to the question.

Emily replied. "I'm sorry aunt, it's just too dirty for me to even think about... I am sorry!"

Her aunt's face fell, and she looked so disheartened. Emily wondered if she was about to cry.

Emily thought about her aunt's anus, she had become familiar enough with the cleanings and wiping of poo. She tried to imagine what it would taste like, feel like. Smell like.

Her mind couldn't get over knowing exactly what came from there, seeing her aunt's turds as well as the nightmare she had been through, was holding her back from giving in to her aunt's wishes.

As much as she wanted to be able to, Emily simply couldn't do it. She wanted to say something to comfort her aunt. But nothing came out.

"Please just leave me alone a while dear" Her aunt said coldly.

Emily complied and left the room, feeling empty.

It wasn't until dinner time that Emily returned to see her aunt, who was still seated where Emily left her. Emily handed her the plate of food and sat nearby, waiting for a reaction from her aunt. Instead, Aunt Lisa started eating, barely acknowledging Emily. Eating with almost robotic like motion.

Emily felt like the power she held earlier had been sucked out of her. The potential for the joy both could experience had evaporated in a single afternoon. It seemed that getting her ass licked was really this important to her aunt. Creating an impenetrable barrier that neither could overcome now.

After taking her aunt to bed, a brief goodnight was said and Emily returned to her own room in the cold darkness. She lay in bed for a short time before yearning for the warmth of her aunt.

Tip toeing her way back to her aunt's room she carefully pulled back the covers, only to jump back in fright at her aunt aggressively pulling the blanket away from Emily's grasp.

The message was clear, but her aunt spoke up anyway. "I think it's best we sleep separately dear; we should put a stop to our silly foolishness." Her aunt then rolled over facing away from Emily.

"Oh... ok..." Emily said softly and left the room.

She could hear a sniffle from her aunt as she left.

Emily lay in her own dark coldness, water welling in her eyes too now.

She felt absurd. She shouldn't have done any of this in the first place! How could she think it would work out, doing the things she did with her aunt. It felt good because it was wrong, but it was still WRONG.

'Such an idiot girl' Emily thought to herself. She felt heartbroken, betrayed. She had figured that the home would be a place of fun, joy and pleasure after today. But here she lay, devastated.

Could she blame herself? Or her aunt? After all, it was her aunt who was reacting to Emily, just because she wouldn't lick her asshole?

Emily thought for a long time. Was it really so unreasonable? After all, Emily was the one who cleaned her aunt's ass daily, so if she was so sure of her hygiene abilities, then perhaps a few licks wouldn't do any harm. Had Emily reacted too soon to the question?

It seemed the only thing holding the two back was Emily now. All she had to do was lick an asshole. She started to feel powerful again. Knowing the pleasure it would bring her aunt.

Emily almost felt... excitement at the prospect of licking her aunt's anus. Though it was disgusting to think about, she could get over it. Maybe even get used to it?

She figured the only way was to try.

Emily waited for a long while, slowly rubbing her pussy. She felt the lust building deep inside her, until she couldn't wait any longer.

She quietly made her way to her aunt's bedroom. And checked to see if her aunt was asleep.

A deep snore confirmed so, and she sneakily got under the covers.

Gently feeling her way around in the darkness, she found her aunt was still laying on her side from earlier.

Sliding under the covers once more, Emily could feel her heart pounding in her head again with anticipation.

Lower and lower she made her way down the hot back of her aunt, until she reached the crack.

Getting comfortable, Emily lay at the bottom of the bed, her face right against her aunt's ass crack.

She tentatively leaned in, sniffing, waiting for anything unpleasant. But instead, found the floral scent of the soap from earlier when they washed together. Only a hint of body odor present, which rather drove Emily's desire to be even stronger.

She reached her tongue out and gave a tiny lick, simply touching the tip of her tongue to the top of her aunt's crack. It just tasted like skin!

Emily felt emboldened, and gave another small lick, then another.

She took her time getting used to the idea, and slowly but surely journeyed down the crack bit by bit.

Emily found herself having to press her face harder and harder into the massive crack of the woman so that her tongue could reach the deep trench between.

The hot cheeks that surrounded Emilys face served to turn her on even more. She would have reached down to pleasure herself if she didn't have to use both hands now to access the hot crack in front of her.

The taste of bare skin was slowly replaced by a tangier flavor, Emily initially was a bit grossed out but as each lick passed, found it more tolerable.

Her own saliva was acting like a sort of lubricant, allowing her face to slide even deeper into the crack, her breath was hot as it was almost blocked off by the giant ass surrounding her face, including her mouth and nose.

She was licking more vigorously but paused when she felt the texture of the slimy ass crack turn into a ridged anus on her tongue.

She remained still a moment, contemplating her situation. She thought back to the initial phone call with her aunt only days ago, never imagining that she would end up here, licking her ass in the darkness.

She ever so slowly moved her tongue, exploring the anus at its tip. Noticing the flavor of sweat was very strong and tangy now, the odor also making its way up her nose. She wasn't too surprised, after all this is what an ass probably smelled and tasted like.

She carried on, as before becoming more confident in herself, licking harder, more adventurous. She felt so proud of herself, she was doing it! And it wasn't nearly as bad as she had worked herself up to imagine it.

Her tongue scraped across the anal opening, feeling every detail as it passed, the slimy sweat collecting on her tongue as it went. The sensations making her throb with pleasure, swallowing piss was taboo, but licking an asshole was obscene! Emily did her best to not think about what comes from this hole though.

She managed to wedge her face nice and deep to free up a hand, reaching down to her yearning pussy she rubbed it, having to be careful as to not set herself off too early. She was shocked at how turned on this was making her.

She was also amazed at her brazen effort to push her own tongue inside the asshole.

'What am I doing! This is disgusting, I shouldn't go too deep...' She thought as her tongue started making its way into the anal ring.

The effort to push her tongue through the tight ring made it even sexier, like a forbidden barrier. She was losing control, slurping harder, pushing deeper, she bucked against her hand, ready to have her long-awaited orgasm.

She was starting to cum, her eyes rolling back. She pushed her face deeper, the slimy cheeks of her aunt's ass allowing her to shove her face flat against her asshole.

Her tongue darted so far out it was almost painful, the hot anal ring of her aunt rolling far along her tongue as it penetrated deep inside.

Emily came hard, focusing on her tongue in the hot slimy anus, she almost screamed in pleasure.

As it subsided, she felt the anal ring around her tongue push outwards, and something greeted her tongue on the other side, the texture was immediately obvious, a hard clay like texture, that tasted extremely bitter.

She had a wash of panic hit her and retreated her tongue as quick as she could.

Fearing what may follow, she shot out of bed and out into the hallway.

Nausea struck her, she felt woozy. She clambered in the darkness to the toilet, retching.

She tried to get a hold of herself, maybe it wasn't poo? Maybe it was just the hot insides of her anus?

Emily pressed her tongue to the roof of her mouth, upon breathing out the undeniable smell of poo permeated her nostrils.

She dry reached into the toilet. She did her best to clear her thoughts. But couldn't.

All she could think about was the turd that she had just stuck her tongue into.

But she also felt a hint of triumph, after all she had done it. She had licked her aunt's asshole!

Sticking her tongue inside was a mistake, but that was Emily's decision. She returned to her own room, holding her stomach carefully, she hadn't actually vomited, and wanted to keep it that way.

She couldn't wait to tell her aunt Lisa in the morning.