This story is a sequel to Shawna Helps Me. You may wish to read that one first to fully appreciate the background of this one.
VISIT WITH MY AUNT
After leaving Shawna's house, I drive uneventfully to visit my Aunt Sally. She isn't my real aunt - she's a long-time friend of my mum - but I always call her that.
All during the week with her, Shawna pervades my thoughts and feelings. On the last day, I'm sitting at the kitchen table stirring the remnants of my breakfast cereal, staring into it. She asks me, "Where are you, Mary? You've been in a fog since you got here."
I shake myself out of the fantasy I'd been having, kissing Shawna and feeling her hold me. "Oh, it's nothing, Aunt Sally."
"Don't give me that, Mary, I know you. At least I did. Something's happened, hasn't it? Are you okay?"
I look up at her and see her in her nightie, her small, firm boobs scarcely concealed by the sheer fabric, her nipples' prominent bumps poking out. My body blushes all over at the sight before I can think. I have always seen her as attractive, but it has never translated to sexual feelings until now. Shawna's awakening of my lesbian nature has changed that.
My mind catches up. I blush brightly at the awareness of my unexpected flush of feelings. "Uh, yes, I'm fine, Aunt Sally," I blurt, raising my eyes from her boobs to her quizzically smiling face.
"I think we need to talk, my sweet Mary." She takes my bowl and rinses it off in the sink along with the plate she had her toast on. Turning back, she takes my hand and leads me to the sofa.
I'm embarrassed at my sudden attraction to my aunt, but I can't deny my growing excitement. I feel my nipples harden a bit and hope they don't show too much through my nightie. She puts her arm around my shoulder as we sit.
"Did something happen the other day, Mary?" she inquires.
"Well, yes, my car broke down and I had to get it fixed."
"I don't mean about your car. I mean with you."
The memories of my day with Shawna come flooding back. Oh, how can I tell Aunt Sally about my amazing blossoming? Will she be abhorred that I have turned into a raging lesbian? I can't begin to think how to respond.
"Cat got your tongue, Mary? Well, maybe I can ask you some questions. You had a woman tow your car to her home, is that right?"
"Yes," I muttered, thankful that I could give a short answer.
"What's her name?"
"Shawna."
"And Shawna fixed your car?"
"No, but she has a friend who's a mechanic who fixed it the day after."
"Wow, you are lucky."
"Yes."
"So you spent the night with Shawna?"
"Yes."
"How old is she?"
"Oh, a little older than me, in her early twenties, I'd guess."
"Is she pretty?"
I choked at the question, wondering where this line of questioning is leading. "Uh, yes she is." My head is spinning, wanting to spill the beans and tell her everything, but hesitant to avoid her disapproval.
Aunt Sally smiled. "You know, Mary, you've always been able to be open with me. I always accept you, no matter what."
"Yes. Yes, I know, and I've always appreciated that."
"So tell me, Mary, did something happen with her?"
I pause for what seems like hours, although it is only a few seconds. "Um, yes."
"I thought it might have. You seem so different."
I breathe heavily, thoughts churning inside me. I finally decide I can confide in her. "Yes, Aunt Sally, I am different."
"Really? Wow? Do tell."
"You've always been so kind and supportive of me. I hope you can understand."
"I'm sure I will, dear, and you know I will always accept you."
I pause again. "Well, she was kind and comforted me when there was a thunderstorm. You know how they always freak me out."
"Oh, yes, I remember."
"She held me as I was crying, and made me feel better."
"Nice."
"Then..." One more pause before I say, "she kissed me."
"That's nice."
I feel the floodgates open and I want to tell her everything. "Oh, Aunt Sally, I'd never felt such a lovely kiss. So soft and gentle, and she didn't push me or anything. I'd never kissed a girl and not many boys. I've been pretty naΓ―ve."
"Nice, and then?" Sally asks.
"Um, we ended up making love. Is that terrible?"
"Of course not, Mary, I think that's wonderful."
"Really? It's not wrong?"
She laughs and says, "Oh, Mary, didn't you know? I've been lesbian for years. After Bill died, I dated a few men but nobody interested me. Then a friend showed me how wonderful a woman can be, and I've not looked back since."
"Wow, I didn't know."
"Well, now you do."
My gaze drops to her boobs again, and I see that her nipples are hard. Oh, does she like me that way? My nipples harden in response.
"You know, Mary, I've always thought you might turn out this way. You never seemed to have a boyfriend, but had good female friends."
"True."
"I've always had feelings for you as you were growing up, but of course, it was never appropriate to express them when you were a child. But now you are a woman, and..."
I am wondering what she means by her "and".
"But I'm so much older than you, so you wouldn't be interested."
"Interested?" I ask.
"In kissing me."
I look up at her smiling face, and through the surprise at my aunt's news, I feel excited. I find myself saying, "I'd like that."
She gasps. "Oh, really? Oh, I've wanted to kiss you for so long."
I smile, lean forward and tilt my face up, offering my lips.
She leans down and kisses me softly. I return the kiss, leaning into her, not shy as I had been with Shawna's first kiss. I feel her arms wrap around me, pulling me against her. One of my boobs touches hers, and my passion flares.
Part of me feels strange to be kissing the older woman I've always considered an aunt, but her tender kiss and her gentle pull excite me. I kiss her more deeply and she responds by extending her tongue into my mouth.
I turn my body onto hers, both sets of little boobs touching. We kiss madly for a minute, and then she breaks the kiss, saying, "Oh, Mary, this is a dream come true for me. Do you want more?"
"Oh yes, Aunt Sally."
"Shall we go to bed?"
"Yes, please."
She sprints to her bedroom, strips quickly and flings herself onto the bed. I follow, seeing her naked body as I enter. "Oh, Aunt Sally, your body is fantastic."
"I'm glad you like it, Mary, but since we're going to be lovers, I think you can drop the 'Aunt' from now on."
I smile and say, "Okay, Sally."
She cups her firm little boobs as I remove my top, showing her mine. "Oh, Mary, I love your tits. Hurry, get naked and get on top of me." She spreads her legs. Her exuberance takes me aback, but my excitement has me rapidly complying with her wishes.
I launch myself onto her, my legs falling between hers, our boobs touching. I kiss her softly. She pulls my head to her and kisses me passionately. I kiss her back, and feel her tongue dive into my mouth, desperately playing with my tongue.
I hardly have time to process what's happened. She's gone wild. I pull back and say, "Wow, Sally, you are hot."
"Sorry, Mary, I guess looking at your body develop over the years has fuelled a desire I have had to suppress. Now that I don't have to, I lost control. Sorry."
"It's okay, I was just surprised at your suddenness. I don't mind it."
"Let me start over, slower. Lie on your back and let me worship your delicious young body."
I smile and roll off of her, onto my back. She lies beside me, with one arm across my stomach. She moves her face to kiss me gently this time, and I respond in kind.
Her hand roams over my front, caressing it but avoiding my boobs at first. I feel a mixture of relaxation and excitement from her soothing fingers. I moan when her fingers find my boobs. I moan louder into her mouth as they slide briefly over my nipples.
She kisses me deeply, her tongue diving into my mouth. Her fingers linger on my nipples, teasing them to full hardness. My tongue fences with hers. My body starts quivering.
She squeezes my nipple gently and I break our kiss and gasp, "Ohhhh."
"Oh, Mary, I've wanted to please you like this for so long. I'm so happy to realise my desires." She kisses down to my boobs and licks all over one, then the other. I want her to lick my nipples, but she's driving me crazy by avoiding them.
I press my boob onto her mouth and moan. She relents and sucks my nipple in and licks slowly. "Ahhh," I moan. She pinches my other nipple as she's licking and my passion ignites fully. My legs flop around and then spread, offering my pussy to her.
She notices and slides her hand down to cup my mound. I moan as she rubs it, feeling my clit harden. "Oh, Aunt, uh, I mean Sally. That feels so good."
She pulls her face off my boob and smiles at me. "I've wanted to make you feel good for so many years. Now I'm so happy I finally can, Mary."
She fingers my wet nipple as her other hand slides down, its fingers teasing my pussy lips. I spread my legs wider, wanting her inside me. Her fingers trace along my lips. "Oh, Mary, you are so wet for me. I love that." She runs her fingers between my lips and I hump upward, wanting them inside.
She rubs near but not at my entrance. I plead with her, "Oh, Sally, please."
"Please, what, my young Mary?"
"Fuck me!"
She smiles at me, saying with mock astonishment, "Oh my, Mary, I don't know if I should. What would your mother think? I've known you two for so long - since you were a very little girl."
I grab her hand and stuff two fingers into my dripping pussy. "I don't care, I need you to fuck me now!" I push her fingers into me and my pussy clamps onto them.
"Well, you certainly seem to need this, Mary. Very well then, prepare to be fucked." She begins slowly pushing deep and pulling out all the way. I gasp each time her fingers reopen me, and moan as I feel her fingertips press my cervix when she goes deep.
"Ah, yes, Sally, I love your fucking. Don't stop."
"Oh no, my dear, I won't stop, until you flood my hand with your cum."