Editor's note: this story contains scenes of incest or incest content.
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Cat and Mouse Games
Confusion. Shame. Questions, endless questions. Mom and Aunt Mandy...Chelsea couldn't get the image out of her head as she lied there on her bed staring up at the swirling texture along the ceiling. That old Teddy, he found a home on the tall oak dresser over-looking the bed. The door to the hallway on the right was left open. She thought her mother, or even Aunt Mandy, would walk through that door any minute to explain what she saw earlier.
She needed no explanation. It was clear. Her aunt fucked her mother, who was actively fantasizing about her daughter; her. Had there ever been any indication, Chelsea wondered, that her mother may be sexually attracted to her? Chelsea watched as Mandy, knowing her niece was watching, finger-fucked her mother. She watched her mother's thick round ass jiggle and heard her screaming with pleasure. Worst of all, Chelsea fucked herself while she watched. The confused teen didn't know how to feel about it. Watching the two of them was no doubt a turn on, Chelsea enjoyed an orgasm that sent her to euphoric new heights. Was it wrong?
A knock on the open door. Aunt Mandy stood in the doorway. Chelsea tried not to look at first. Instead she remained focused on the ceiling. Her eyes drifted with curiosity at what her aunt may be wearing. But she told herself it was wrong, and her eyes followed the swirling pattern of the ceiling again, as if she tried to make sense of it all. Was there a reason for the swirling pattern? Was it more aesthetically pleasing than a popcorn ceiling or flat drywall? She was aware her distraction was pointless, and her eyes would no doubt gravitate toward Mandy. For now, the ceiling had her full attention.
"Chel, can we talk?" Mandy asked meekly.
"We can," Chelsea replied coldly.
She looked at her aunt, wearing nothing but a long T-shirt with some nonsensical 90's reference she didn't understand. Her long tanned legs were visible and, dare she say, inviting. Was Mandy wearing something under that shirt? It was hard to tell. Panties maybe? Boy shorts? Or nothing? The thought of her aunt walking into her bedroom wearing nothing but a long T-shirt, which would no doubt be on the floor before long, caused a wetness to gather between the teen's legs. She bit her lip, denied her feelings, and turned away.
"Chel, listen," Mandy started.
Chelsea listened, she sat up with her back against the headboard, but Mandy failed to follow up. It was obvious she didn't know where to start. For the first time that Chelsea could remember, her aunt was at a loss for words. The always-confident Mandy Rios, Jenni's maiden name, had lost all confidence in what she planned to say. And then it happened. That spark in her icy-blue eyes. Mandy strolled in and placed her hand on the blanket covering Chelsea's legs. The young lady, still trying to understand her feelings, turned away and faced the wall.
"Your mother and I started something a long time ago."
"Started...what?" Chelsea teased. She began to realize that she may hold a power over her aunt right now. With Mandy's confidence waning and her own confidence soaring, Chelsea began to brainstorm ways she could use this situation to her advantage. The first step was turning to face Mandy.
"Well, when I was about your age, Jenni's boyfriend at the time would come around. It made me sort of jealous. My sister, whom I'd loved all my life, was preparing to leave home, go to college, fall in love with this guy. She was going to leave me. I had boyfriends, but I never loved them. I always knew my heart belonged to someone else. Someone strong, independent, beautiful, whose words could make my heart skip a beat, whose touch could arouse me in ways no one else ever could. I was in love with my sister, your mother, whom had always been my idol growing up. My love for her changed into something I wanted to deny. Something...un-sisterly."
"So...you slept with her?" Chelsea asked.
"No, I fucked her boyfriend when he came to visit."
"What?" Chelsea started laughing.
"Oh yeah, fucked his brains out," Mandy said, watching Chelsea settle in and lay down. "I thought he was going to have a heart attack, he could barely keep up with me. I hate to brag, but I'm pretty damn good in bed."
Mandy lied down beside her niece and they shared a smile and a good laugh. The laughing subsided, and they looked into each other's eyes. Mandy's hand brushed gently against Chelsea's cheek, comforting her with a touch that said, "You have nothing to worry about. Nothing to fear."
Mandy then said, "I've always believed that a woman's love is the purest form of love. The true love and devotion a woman holds in her heart. You know, I never did find that love and I've searched everywhere."
"Not even in Destiny's..."
"You can say it," Mandy giggled.
"Pussy."
"No. Every pussy was just another reminder that I hadn't found the right pussy."
Chelsea lifted herself and rested on an elbow. Eye-to-eye, faces inches away. She could hear Mandy's breath growing labored, wondering if Chelsea was about to make a move on her. The heat from their bodies, even clothed, felt like a hot summer afternoon. Her aunt, whom she admired in the same way that Mandy admired Jenni, was beneath her body. Chelsea wasn't ready to move in for the kill just yet.
"You were saying..."
"When that naive boy returned to your mother, she could smell sex on his clothes; which I had handed him to wipe away his sweat, he was a complete idiot is what I'm saying. Your mother dumped the cheating bastard immediately. How dare he, right? She never knew it was me so let's keep this story between us."
"Okay."
"Anyhow, guess who was there to comfort your mother when she balled her eyes out about this guy?"
"You?"
"That's right." Mandy lifted herself on her elbow and placed a hand on Chelsea's hand. "Me. I was there for her. I was always there for her, Chelsea. And I'm here now. I'm here for her and I'm here for you. All my life I've used my sexuality to get what I want. Is that wrong? Is that immoral? I don't care, because I enjoy seducing people into doing what I want. I'm not going to apologize for that. I'm a woman that never married, went to college, worked my ass off. I said fuck it and I did things my way. This big ass house, sweetheart, my money. That car in my driveway, you haven't seen the other one in my garage by the way, that's my money. I built this life for myself and by myselfβ"