Mavis, Qualified Advanced Yoga Teacher, never expected to do anything else. Not at all, for Mavis, a Yoga Purist, the movements, the poses, the breathing all of it combined to bring a wonderful sense of centered being and for Mavis that was the ultimate reward. What could match that?
She and her dear friend and fellow yoga aficionado Linda were discussing it over a cup of green tea after a particularly demanding work out when Linda's young daughter strolled in looking for something sugary to drink. It was all the same for the college girls these days Mavis though, casting an unfair generalization over an entire generation. She had really been enjoying the conversation with Linda and hoped that(for once!) the girl would go and find something she could do on her own quietly but, as per usual, she was out of luck.
Lucy joined them on the couch; her plate of Chocolate Chippie cookies and sugary orange juice on the coffee table playing merry hell with Mavis's will power over her daily calorie intake. The girl let the conversation continue for a few precious minutes before giving her opinion.
"Yoga is SO boring," she declared.
Mavis wanted to say something like, "Well why don't you leave us old women to talk about it while you go save the world" but of course you don't, do you? No, she stayed silent waiting for Linda to exercise her parental authority over her errant daughter.
She didn't. Instead Lucy demolished two cookies and gulped down the rest of her fruit juice. She took her plate and glass back to the kitchen got the juice container out and poured herself another long cool glass. Mavis studied the Juice container and craved some.
"Would you pour a glass for me please Lucy?"
The girl's face lit up.
"Oh OK aunty Mavis," she answered brightly.
Linda glanced at Mavis then shrugged.
"I guess there's a limit to the amount of green tea a girl can consume, huh? Babe, can you put the drinks on a tray? I'd love one myself."
Soon Lucy was back with them and the drinks had been placed on coasters on the coffee table. She looked at the empty squab with a forlorn expression and Mavis's heart went out to the darling girl. Before she knew she was doing it she was patting her lap and smiling invitingly. Seconds later her lap was full as a young bottom wriggled there and then the body turned so Lucy was facing into Mavis's chest.
It felt wonderful and Mavis hugged her friend's daughter tight.
A little later on after they had had their orange juices as well as a brownie each Mavis and Linda laid out their Yoga mats.
"Are you going to join us," Mavis asked her invitingly.
"I haven't got any yoga pants," Lucy pointed out- sounding very apprehensive as she did so.
Immediately Mavis declared that they would all do it without yoga pants. Under her yoga pants Mavis wore bare skin. So did Linda. Lucy watched happily as both ladies took their yoga pants off then slipped her cut offs down and stepped out of them. Her rather scanty panties followed.
Mavis knew she looked ridiculous with bare bottom beneath a shirt and bra. She exchanged a look with Linda and both took their shirt and bra off to be quite naked, the little instigator made short work of her tee shirt.
It felt good to Mavis, it really did, the air on her body for once. She led them in salute to the sun. Lucy was really good Mavis and found herself looking at the girl much more than she did at Linda and thinking of her much more than she did the yoga with the result that the cherished wonderful sense of warm centeredness escaped her completely. Strangely its absence was of no interest to her at all.
Lucy appeared to position herself so that whichever pose she was doing, and she was really good, her pussy was on show to Mavis. Her own pussy, Mavis realized was on show to the other two- especially Lucy. The discipline of the yoga faded from her mind and soon she was simply showing her pussy off to Linda and Lucy.
In no time Linda had her face pressed into Mavis's hairless cunt, her tongue probing deep into the slit. On her back Mavis looked up and there, standing over her, was Lucy.
Lucy waited patiently until Mavis had finished being mesmerized by her pussy then smiled as their eyes locked.
"How long is your tongue Aunty Mavis?" she asked.
Lost for words Mavis watched as Lucy planted a foot beside her ears and came down into a crouch which had her young cunt stretched and positioned just above her mouth. Then the last little bit and Mavis started licking. Lucy was as excited as she was and the cum was a constant source of delight.
Her target, after a few selfish swipes for maximum cum, was Lucy's clit. No, she wasn't just being noble she wanted to see if she could manipulate the girl to orgasm. It started as a cold blooded manipulation project but then Mavis discovered she was far too warm hearted to do anything cold blooded and as far as manipulation was concerned it was quite obvious who had been manipulating whom all along.
She smiled to herself under her friend's daughter's bottom and set to give her the best orgasm she could. This was not entirely altruistic as she had never had one so this would be the best chance she would have of seeing a girl have one.
There was one other person in the room who could testify to Lucy's sexual appetite as she had got her off on many an occasion but then, to be fair, Lucy had done the same for her on just as many.
Linda saw the whole picture from her vantage point (standing) and perceived an opening. Getting down on her hands and knees she pushed Mavis's legs apart then used her tongue to great effect.
It was heaven, doing whatever she liked to Lucy's young pussy while Linda did wonderful things to her down there.
Afterwards she said that she didn't know what had got into her. The comment met with much laughter from the mother and daughter who had opened her horizons. Linda told her there was nothing to be ashamed about and that Vicky had wanted to have a session with her for ages.
"She's just eighteen for God's sake Linda. Eighteen. I have had sex with a child well nearly. What sort of a pervert does that make me?"
"Are you being ageist Aunty Mavis," Lucy asked, sounding a little censorious.
"No, I'm being realistic Lucy," Mavis snapped back primly, "I might not go to prison but it would be remembered against me for a long time if this was reported. A very long time."
The other two had no answer and so there was a period of silence until Linda spoke again.
"Well you'd have plenty of company because all the moms I know are having sexual relations with their daughters."
