Aunt Delia smiled broadly. “I sure was, Kat. I was fantasizing that you had your face buried in between my legs and you were licking my pussy. It was amazing!”
“But, um, you’re my aunt. Is that right to think that way?”
Aunt Delia smiled again. “And what’s wrong with someone appreciating a thing of beauty such as yourself?”
“Me, a thing of beauty?” I said.
“Oh yes,” Aunt Delia said, removing her hand from her pussy. “I’m sure my fantasy doesn’t compare at all with real life, though.”
“What do you mean?” I asked, not sure I wanted to know the answer.
“Have you ever been with a woman?” Aunt Delia asked.
“You mean, been intimate? Had sex with a girl? No, I haven’t. I haven’t actually had sex with anyone.”
Aunt Delia’s eyebrows rose slightly. “Ah,” she said softly. “Have you ever thought about it?”
“Maybe,” I said. “I mean, yes. Yes, I’ve thought about it.”
“What’s stopped you?” she asked.
“I don’t know,” I said. “To be honest, I guess I’m scared I don’t know what I’m doing.”
“I see,” she said. “And what if there was someone who could show you how?”
“Well,” I said. “I don’t know.”
“Someone who loves you and would carefully introduce you to the wonderful feelings of lesbian love?”
“And would that someone be you?” I asked.
“It would,” Aunt Delia said with a smile.
“But you’re my aunt,” I said. “Isn’t that, um, incest?”
“Technically it is,” she said. “But like I said, what happens here, stays here. Right now, we’re just two adult women turned on by each other. What’s wrong with that?”
“I don’t know,” I said. “I need to think about it, okay?”
“Of course, dear,” Aunt Delia said. “Take all the time you need.”
With that, she got up off the bed and slowly dressed, right in front of me.
I left the room and went back to mine. My mind was reeling. I’d just witnessed my own aunt masturbating about me and then basically propositioning me into making love with her. I laid down and closed my eyes.
I must have fallen asleep because I dreamed that Aunt Delia had come into my room and stripped in front of me. I beckoned her onto my bed. I was already naked, and my pussy was dripping with juice. My body then floated up in the air and as I spread my legs, my pussy touched Aunt Delia’s mouth and I instantly came, squirting juice all over the place.
I woke up and found my hand back in my panties. My knit pants were soaked. Had I just had an orgasmic dream? I didn’t know that was even possible.
I looked around, embarrassed and wondering if I’d cried out or anything. I opened the door and looked around. No one was there.
I changed into a dress and ventured back into the hallway. I heard humming downstairs. It was Aunt Delia in the kitchen. The smells that came up the stairs were wonderful. When I popped my head into the kitchen I could see steaming pots and pans and heard sizzling on the stove.
“Oh, you’re up!” Aunt Delia said, acting as if nothing had happened earlier. “I’m making dinner. Want to set the table? The silverware is in that drawer,” she said, indicating a set of drawers on one side of the kitchen.
I brought placemats and silverware into the dining room. The table was big enough to seat twenty people easily with an enormous crystal chandelier perched above. I set a place at one end and another next to it.
Aunt Delia followed me with plates bursting with delicious smelling food. I was suddenly very hungry and dove right in.
“How was your nap?” Aunt Delia said after taking a sip of wine.
I practically choked on some mashed potatoes. “Um, good. It was good.”
“Mm,” Aunt Delia said, taking another sip and eyeing me suspiciously. “Have you thought any more about our conversation?”
The truth is, I’d not only thought about it, but dreamed about it!
I stared back at her, fighting within myself. Part of me realized what I was fantasizing about was wrong in the eyes of a lot of people. But another part was intrigued. I was a virgin. I’d never had sex with a guy or girl. But I was sexually curious, now more than ever. Maybe Aunt Delia was right. Maybe a safe environment like with my aunt was where I could learn and explore my sexuality. It was something she had said when I arrived, I just had no idea what that might entail.
“I guess I need to admit something,” I said finally, breaking out of my thoughts.
“You can say anything to me, Kat,” Aunt Delia said, putting her hand on my knee. “Anything.”
I swallowed hard. “My nap was more than good. I had, um, a dream, about you.”
“You did?” Aunt Delia said, one eyebrow raised.
“I did. In it, you came into my room and slowly stripped in front of me. I was already naked and as you came up on the bed my body started rising up in the air. I opened my legs and you put your mouth on my pussy – causing me to come instantly.”
Aunt Delia was silent for a moment before a sly smile broke out on her face. “And did you?”
“Did I what?”
“Come. In reality.”
I nodded. “I didn’t think was possible, but when I woke up, my hand was on my pussy and my pants were soaking wet with juice.”
“So, it was a pleasant dream,” Aunt Delia said, slowly caressing my knee and upper thigh.
“Very,” I said, not breaking eye contact. “In fact, thinking about it is getting me aroused right now!”
Aunt Delia kept caressing me, studying my face with her lovely blue eyes. “Me too,” she said.
“So, what should I do about that?” I asked.
“Perhaps the question is, what should we do about it,” Aunt Delia said, scooting closer to me. “And I think I know the answer.”
She leaned over and placed a gentle kiss on my lips. As she lingered, I felt the softness of her lips press against mine. I smelled the wine on her breath and experienced the thrill of my first womanly kiss.
“Oh my!” I said as she leaned back.
“Did you like that?” Aunt Delia asked.
I touched my lips, feeling tingles running down from my mouth to my pussy. “Yes,” I managed to say. “That was nice.”
“Want to do it again?” she asked, leaning over towards me.
I responded by leaning into her. Our lips met again, and I pressed into her as more pleasureful feelings started shooting through me. I felt her tongue touch my lips and I opened my mouth slightly. As her tongue entered me, I tasted wine and a sweetness. As her tongue rolled across mine the thrilling feelings increased greatly.
“Mm,” I moaned as she explored my mouth.
When Aunt Delia broke off, she moved to my neck, which she kissed and licked, her hands holding my neck and pulling me closer, then roaming across my shoulders and down my sides.
“Oh, mm, oh,” I moaned as feeling after feeling grew in me.
When her hands moved across my breasts, I felt my nipples grow hard. I scooted towards her and wrapped my hands around her waist, moving down to cup her ass cheeks.
“Ooh! I like that!” she said.
Aunt Delia came back up to kiss and tongue me, her hands cupping my breasts, pushing in with her palms and squeezing. I pulled her ass cheeks apart and felt her dress ride up, so my hands ended up on her satin panties.
I pushed my tongue into her mouth, and she sucked on it. I then did the same to her tongue.
I ventured a hand to her voluptuous breasts, and she moaned softly. She brought both of my hands to her bosom and pressed in. I started squeezing and felt her nipples harden as well.
As we kissed, Aunt Delia played with my hair and brushed the back of her hand along my cheek. She went back to my breasts and when she squeezed my nipples between her fingers I gasped.
“Oh fuck!” I said, breaking off. “How does that feel so good?”
“Oh, that’s just the beginning,” Aunt Delia said. “I suggest maybe we postpone dinner and have something else to eat instead. Our pussies!”
I was starting to feel less like I was with an aunt than with a loving older woman.
“I think I’m ready for that,” I said, kissing her lips.
We got up and she held my hand as we walked up the stairs and into her suite. The room was lit by candles that I had not noticed before. It smelled of roses and the flickering light cast a romantic glow over the whole space.
She led me into her bedroom, also lit only by candlelight. She gently pushed me down, so I was sitting on the side of her bed. She bent down and sent her tongue into my mouth. Her hands caressed my legs, and I squeezed her nipples through her bra.
“Mm, so good!” she said.
As we made out again, I felt her hand slip between my legs and touch my crotch. A feeling of intense pleasure shot up from my pussy and my hips began to move up and down slightly. She became bolder and turned her fingers down, running them up my slit. My hips moved up in response.
“You’re so wet, Katrina,” she said as she nuzzled my neck.
“I am?” I said.
“It shows how much you want me.”
“I do,” I said, looking into her eyes. “I do want you Aunt Delia.”
“I think you should just call me Delia from now on, Kat. I may be your aunt, but right now I am your first lover, and that’s all that’s important.”
“Okay, Delia,” I said.
“I think it’s time we took this off,” Delia said, tugging at the hem of my dress. It was very short, so I just lifted my hips off the bed and raised my arms. She easily lifted it off my head.
I reflexively covered my breasts with my hands.
“No need to hide, Kat,” Delia said, pulling down my arms. “You are so beautiful!”
I let her move my arms away. She gently massaged my breasts over my bra. It felt so good. My nipples were pushing out against the fabric and wherever she touched them they felt so sensitive and wonderful.