It all started when my mother called me on the earpiece at schooltime and left me a subject matter. And it has changed my life - a weekend with an auntie - an experience of a life !

'' Danni, can you get tomorrow off if I write a note for you to use up to the schooltime ? '' Mum asked.

`` Aunt jennet has just rung to say the friend staying with her at her Lake district hotel has had to go home, so she wondered if you would like to take her piazza for Fri and Saturday Nox. I can convey you over to the hotel, then she will bring you back on Billy Sunday afternoon. I 'll receive you after school if you like, and we can look for some nice dress for you to wear down - it sounds a really lush hotel. '' Mum added.

I could n't say no. Indeed, I did n't want to. I had always got on very well with my Aunt - we were really cheeseparing, and I always just called her jenny. She was my Mum 's jr. sister, and there was a quite a gap between their days, so she was only 10 years quondam than my age of 16. We always seemed to have a lot in park, she showed a material involvement in me and over the last few years even more so.

Funnily enough, I was probably able to lecture about almost as much with my mum as with my aunt, but with the exception of sex. Whereas Aunt jenny would quite frequently bring up the field of study of my sexual development, my adventures, and my growing discovery of all thing erotic, my mother seemed less willing to discuss such thing, almost seeming happy to leave it all to Jenny.

I mean, it was n't as if mum was n't an attractive woman herself - quite the opponent, and one or two beau I had had who had met her had actually commented on what a sexy mum I had, one even calling her a MILF. ( A term I did n't understand, but one which led to quite an enjoyable discussion with my aunt as she explained it to me later ! ! )

I had an older sister who I missed very much as she was away at University, and a dad who spent long periods of the twelvemonth away from home as a merchant shipping maitre d'hotel after he and mum had become separated. This meant that mum and I were alone in the business firm and obviously spent quite a lot of prison term together. She always gave me a gratuitous reign to do much as I liked, let me crop mostly as I liked, and never had any qualms about me spending time with boys, or indeed girls. She would always show an involvement in any friend I brought home, and my lady friend in particular used to say how lucky I was to get such an heart-to-heart minded free thinking adult female for a mum.

thus, it was no real surprise to receive mum encouraging me to ask a day off schooling to birth a trip away if she thought it would be something special for me to enjoy.

But back to my Aunt jennet. I really did fuck her company, and I loved the fact that we could talk about anything together, clothes, films, beau, girlfriend, and even sex. In fact, although I had n't really realised it, recently, especially sex ! I regarded her more as a champion than an aunt I think, and the sentiment of spending two hale twenty-four hour period away and alone with just her, filled me full of excitement and anticipation. Occasionally, she had regaled me with one or two of her more titillating adventures, and I could n't help feeling a exceptional thrill and I wondered if this weekend could move around out to be another one, but this time one which included me ! And maybe that lilliputian tingle of upheaval extended down between my leg, where I felt that altogether familiar sense of arousal and even a slight moistening. Goodness, what was I thinking ... ... ... ... ....


That dark, after schoolhouse, mum took me to the shop class so she could help me pick out something suitable for two days and nights away in a luxury hotel.

'' We 've got to give you looking your beneficial for my sis '', she told me with a smiling. `` She always looks pretty hot when she goes out, so we do n't need you feeling under dressed, do we. ``

That did surprise me a niggling, my mum referring to her sister as `` pretty hot '', but I certainly could n't discord with her description as I often thought of her that way myself, so it was with a growing sense of excitement that I chose a couple of short wearing apparel, a new skirt, and even some new rather daring new underwear, Mum persuading me that I should buy a sexy set of matching blank, lacy, bra and pants, and a particularly daring bra which made the most of my small 34b breast, even emphasising the shape of my nipples through it.

'' You never know what might happen when you are at the hotel ''. Mum said. `` And we can go through my wardrobe too when we get home. It 's a really hurt hotel, and you want to get some dainty wearing apparel for the even ''

"Mmm, mum ”, I can't wait, I replied,"I can't trust how right it is of you to expend all this time with me."

"It's a pleasure sweetie. If a mum can't spend a little time with her special daughter, then she shouldn't be a mum. And besides, it's lovely to see you looking so aphrodisiac and worthy. If I know Jenny, she won't be able-bodied to believe just how lovely her telephone number one niece looks when she sees you tomorrow. I can almost take heed her fondness skipping a measure now !"

I was again surprised to hearing my mother talk like this, but I have to accept I really enjoyed the extra attention she was giving me, and even the breath of naughtiness was adding a especial little thrill to everything.

So that 's what we did when we got home. Mum and I are about the same sizing, both quite tall, about 5ft 9, slim and gymnastic, and I tried a routine of mum 's dresses on in her sleeping accommodation, stripping down to my bra and panty in nominal head of her with her helping me, and mum even trying on my new dress herself. This latter meant that I saw my own mother in just her bra and knickers, and I have to acknowledge that I could n't help but look up to her body.

Mum had had me early in her animation which meant that she was only 16 years sr. than me, and while her white meat were a little fuller than mine, they still seemed a wonderful shape, and her bum in the surprisingly skimpy pair of knee breeches she was wearing, looked lovely and house. I even found my middle drifting down to the front of her panty, and I could n't help noticing that there seemed no dark outline under the lean material - `` Goodness, had my mum shaved her pussy ? '' I wondered to myself with another gamy little stab of excitement.

By the time we had finished, I had got exactly what we both agreed would be suitable. A long black apparel pie-eyed round of golf the waist, fairly low cut, and with a snatch up the front man which Mum said nicely showed off my long wooden leg, still tanned from a late holiday in Hellenic Republic and a light attire which I absolutely loved ; Stanford White with blue trim, again lowish, showing off my titty and with thinly strap leaving my tanned shoulders almost completely mere and really emphasising my figure.

Mum complimented me on my choice, and even made Nice input on my bosom and figure, saying how courteous my breast were and how she bet there 'd be mess male child eyeing me up over the weekend, and maybe even one or two girls.

'' I think I 'd better ingest a word with my sister to crap sure she takes good care of you, '' she said with a gamy grin.

'' Heaven knows what attention you are going to get looking as sexy and desirable as this ! ``

This was the first clock time mum had ever mentioned me looking aphrodisiacal, and also girls being attracted, or even attractive, and I could n't help wondering if mum had ever had an interest in that counsel. At one fourth dimension while we had been trying on dress, she 'd run her hands down my back, smoothing a frock over my bum, and I had a unknown thrill as her fingers traced the outline of my backside and down over the back of my thigh. A strangely intimate soupcon from my female parent I thought, but one I found surprisingly enjoyable, and one I had wanted to go on even longer. What was I thinking ?

Together with the apparel I had bought earlier we agreed I was perfectly make for two nights and days in a nice hotel. I took the clothes back to my room, now just wearing my bra and knickers, and started putting things together for the weekend. For some rationality I was now feeling as horny as hell - maybe it was trying all these clothes on with my mum with us both having just our underwear on, and sometimes even just our knickers, or whether it was the thought of the weekend, or whether even it was the episodic slightly suggestive comments mum had made, but I had a desperate urge to tinct myself. I hadn't had sex for a yoke of months, having finished with my boyfriend, and I had had to resort to onanism for my sexual satisfaction, something I must admit I did fairly often. Most Night, in fact. Now again, I could feel that oh so familiar aching between my thighs, and I could tell my pussy was already moist.

I had heard the exhibitor running adjacent door, so I knew Mum had been in the shower bath, and I thought by now she would induce gone downstairs, so I was confident I wouldn't be interrupted. First though, I wanted to get a couple more things from Mum's room, and I quickly slipped in there, again with only my underwear on.

I could hardly think the sight that met me when I went in - far from having gone downstairs, my mum was lying on the bed raw, her lags apart, one paw playing with one of her white meat, and the other hand holding a vibrator against her puss, and rubbing it over and around her clit. Her centre, were closed, and she was moaning quietly to herself as she slowly became more and more aroused in front of my eyes. I should consume left immediately, but I was strangely drawn to the sight of my own mother masturbating, so rather than leave I stayed watching for a few minutes feeling myself becoming more and more call forth. Finally, I knew I should n't let her see me in this highly personal moment, so I tried to slide back out of the room. I must have made some slender noise though, because mum suddenly opened her eyes and saw me.

"Oh my God ”, she said, her face flushing with embarrassment, as she pulled the vibrator away from her pussy and sat up on the bed,"I'm so sorry Danni ”.

"No Mum, I 'm no-good, it 's my geological fault, I did n't know you were still up here or I would n't feature come in to your way,"I said, disappearing out of her elbow room, equally embarrassed, and quickly going back to my own.

I didn't know how to feel - I knew mum masturbated. I had heard her occasionally, and since she was divorced she had n't had a permanent man in her life. I had also seen a duet of sex plaything in her room, so I knew that she pleasured herself with them. But to actually see her, naked, her pussy wet and exposed in forepart of me, aroused and playing with herself, was a completely different thing.

Maybe she had felt horny just like I had. Maybe she had felt the like itch to touch and arouse herself just like I almost did.

I went in the shower myself, and while I fingered my cunny a small and played with my tits and nipple as I washed, I had lost the heroic urge to realize myself cum. After all, I had all night, so after getting dressed I went downstairs, where I was indeed still struggling with all the strange emotions I was experiencing.

being semi naked with my female parent choosing clothes, feeling ( and enjoying ) her touch on my bum, and now seeing her naked, seeing her exposed lovehole, and seeing her masturbating was all managing to totally blur and bewilder me, and not to say also, strangely arouse and agitate me.

I must admit, therefore, that I was a short nervous about seeing mum after what had happened in her bedroom, but when I walked in she was there already making the tea. I hugged her, and apologised for coming into her room."That's alright - it was my break"she said with a smile and a kiss on my cheek, and we said no more, although I could n't aid but be more than usually aware of her titty pressing against mine as we hugged, and both of us maybe held on to each other just a little yearner than usual.

Was I imagining affair, or did I call up my mother looked rather sexy that evening. My own mother ? Whatever was I thinking ?

Later that night as we were chatting, we started talking about Jenny, and I asked mum why she thought she hadn't married. I mean, she is an extremely attractive sexy woman.

"Maybe she just hasn't found the right hand somebody"mum said, and I noted she said person, not man.

Anyway, by the time I got back to my room I was really looking forward to my weekend away with William Le Baron Jenny, and I admit I was also looking forward to getting my digit deep inside my by now very wet and loose slit and bringing myself off a duad of multiplication. Imagine my surprisal to see beside my bed, mum's vibrator, with a piffling note of hand saying"just in typesetter's case ! ! !"

I couldn't wait, and in what seemed seconds I was naked on a towel on my bed with inaugural my digit, then the vibrator rubbing my so, so sensible cunt.

I needed to cum really badly, so I rubbed my clitoris with my fingers before letting the vibrator take over. I had used one before, but I tend to prefer my fingers, but on this occasion I was so desperate for succor that I just put the toy up to maximum, and pressed and rubbed it around my engorged clitoris. I came in no time, and I am indisputable I made quite a noise, so I hoped mum hadn't heard, …….. but then she had left the toy for me, hadn't she ?

I brought myself off twice more after that, pushing my digit in and out of my sopping puss, rubbing them up and down my soaking scratch, tasting my own juice from my fingers, and even slipping one finger's breadth up my arsehole for a niggling patch, while I used the vibrator again, and also squeezing and tweaking my erect and sensitive tit. Thank good I 'd thought to put a towel under myself, or I 'm for certain my shroud would have been soaked !

Eventually I drifted off to catch some Z's, exhausted with my sexual stimulation, and next morning I was up early, ate a quick breakfast, before mum took me to the station for the gearing to the town where I was meeting Jenny.

"You have got everything"she said with a smile, `` and I do mean EVERYTHING '' she added with a wink.

"Yes, all securely packed, including your footling present. I hope you can do without it for two nights"I replied, with a grin.

We hugged, and mum kissed me on the lips, telling me to delight myself."I know William Le Baron Jenny will look after you. constitute indisputable you have lots of fun together, and make the virtually of this special opportunity to spend time with Jenny"were her parting Scripture.

She seemed to add additional emphasis on that close condemnation and I have to admit I was still feeling a little horny after close night, so when I went to the train stool for a pee, I spent a little longer in there than I should, not cumming, but playing with myself a minuscule, pushing my fingers into my cunt, tasting my sweet juice from them, then putting them back and rubbing them over my clitoris. My pussy lips were engorged, as was my clitoris, and I found them extremely tender to every touch of my digit. I loved the spirit, sensible, still, moist, and erotic as I slid my digit up and down my slit. I seemed to be constantly getting into a commonwealth of rousing, and I wasn't really sure why. I mean, I was going to spend a weekend with my aunt, and sexy though she was, who did I think I was going to be fucking ? Who did I think I was going to be having sex with ?

And I must take I did also have the occasional thought about seeing my mum naked, her leg apart, her sex wide loose, fingering her breasts and playing with her mamilla while rubbing her clitoris and using the toy on herself. I couldn't assist but find myself being strangely aroused, but I put those thought process behind me as the train pulled into the post and I saw jenny waiting for me.

She looked dandy. She had on slopped jeans, a white t shirt, both of which emphasised her slap-up build, and shameful shoes with just enough of a cad to underscore the form of her denim clad legs. She was about the Saami stature as me, 5ft 8 or 9, and the jean showed off her pin-up bum to perfection. The t shirt was v necked, and showed a pinch of cleavage, her top tight over her breasts, her teat poking through the textile slightly. We kissed and hugged, me feeling her titty against mine as we did so.

"Goodness, you look gravid Danni ”, she said, standing back and looking me up and down. `` I can see I 'm going to have to keep you very close to me for the next two days and make certain all your inevitable admirers do n't snap you away.

For some cause I was especially pleased I had spent so much sentence choosing my clothes and caused such a reaction from my favourite aunt.

"You look pretty good too, Jenny"I replied. `` Maybe I 'm going to have to keep just as close an eye on you too ... .. ''

"semen on, I'll show you our hotel and way, I 'm certain you 'll love it,"she said,"then I've booked us a massage each before lunch. You'll adore that too, I just know"

It was only a curt journey to the hotel, and she took me straight up to our room.
Wow. It was huge, and so luxurious. There was a fabulous bathroom with a spa bath ("Bubbles and jets of water coming at you in all the risque sexy places"William Le Baron Jenny said as she gave me a hug ), a reprint sitting room with a couch and a big chair, but pride of shoes went to the factual bedroom with in the middle this Brobdingnagian 4 placard bed.

I couldn't help but start straight on it, and lie back, legs spread out, and just lie there revelling in the comfort.

"jennet this is amazing ”, I said"seminal fluid and let me yield you a hug ”.

She joined me on the bed, and I hugged her tight, again our chest touching and this time me holding her altogether organic structure against mine, and her fondling me tight as well, our unanimous consistency pressed against one another.

"It's a pleasure"she replied."I've wanted us to spend some time together for geezerhood, and this seemed the perfect luck. I hope you do n't take care that there is only one bed, it 's the sole way they had. Come on, let's get disinvest and go down to the massage room. The masseusses are two Thai madam, and they know just how to get to all those sensitive attendant muscae volitantes and those aching muscleman. You will never have had a massage like these two girls give"

We undressed down to just our drawers, and for the number one prison term in my spirit I saw Jenny's almost naked body. Yesterday I had seen my mum defenseless, now today it was my auntie. She showed no inhibitions whatsoever as she undressed, and I could see what pin-up breasts she had, and what a cute pert bum too, as she had on little Sir Thomas More than a g string under her jeans.

Her breasts were larger than mine, like her sisters but not by a lot. They were firm and nicely assault, but I couldn't avail noticing her teat. They seemed a little bigger than mine, and quite prominent. Were they even a fiddling hard and erect ?
Very, very, sexy I thought. I bet she'd had them sucked a few times.

I put these thinking out of my judgement - she was my aunty after all. What was I thinking of - concluding night getting turned on by my mum, now feeling aroused by the sight of my aunt's tits - and together we put on our robes and went off for our massage.

To be continued……………..