"She didn't know I was watching her undress. But with a body like that, who wouldn't want to watch? I had asked my dad to fix the crack in my wall for years, but for the first time, I was glad he didn't. Her smooth, chocolate skin, her long, perfect hair, and that backside that never ended...it was hard enough to believe she was 47 and even harder to believe that she was my aunt.
Yes, she was family. Yes, we were both women. And yes, I was only 18 and going off to college in two months. That didn't mean anything to me; I loved watching just the same. I did it every night before she went to bed; the fact that she slept naked only made it easier.
She turned off the TV and finished smoking her last cigarette; watching her smoke was even hotter than watching her undress. I enjoyed a smoke as I watched her do the same; I thought about how she got me started the last time she lived with us. I was attracted to her then, and I loved watching her now.
I thought everything about her was perfect. Her body, her beautiful butt, her disregard for her older, more successful brother...she was everything a secret girl-watcher like myself could ever love.
I looked at the clock, reading 11:30, and back at my aunt, who decided to sneak another cigarette. I felt a little warm, so I took off my top and rubbed my breasts as I watched my seductress of an aunt smoke in bed. It was for the best that she locked her door at night, but there was no way I was letting another opportunity pass me by tomorrow.
I stripped naked and played with myself as I watched her put out what had to be the last smoke of the night. She stretched her perfect, dark chocolate body out on the bed, and as I climaxed, I imagined myself placing my well-formed body on her perfect figure, kissing her sweet, delicious lips, and caressing her gorgeous, chocolate body as she did the same to me.
As I drifted off to sleep, never bothering to put my clothes back on, I mumbled,
'Oh yeah, Aunt Debbie, That's how I like it,'
Among other things, still feeling the effect of the most powerful climax of my life. I have never had any stimulation like Debbie before. Yes, I've fantasized about women since I was old enough to understand sex, and my dad thinks I don't date boys because I'm too wrapped up in studying (and I am, but in addition to studying my work, I love studying cheerleaders and field hockey players, too.) I woke up the next morning and went about my business, only with the image of my luscious aunt in my mind all day. I wondered if she was calling her ex-lover trying to get back with her. It wasn't as if she had anything else to do.
But as I went about my job, she came through my line and started chatting me up. Debbie really is a nice lady outside of her sexual irresistibility; she was always my favorite aunt growing up. She was even more my favorite in that low-cut top, tight pair of jean shorts, sunglasses she never bothered to take off, and a nice designer purse carrying her ex-lover's credit cards and three packs of Newports.
It took everything I had not to leap across the counter and start making out with her. But I decided that night that she was mine. I took her bedroom key out of her purse without her seeing me. I handed it to the cute cashier next to me and asked her to make a copy of it. She did, mainly because she wanted me.
Debbie never used the key, so she wouldn't miss it; her bedroom door locked from the inside. I had my own copy of her key, though, and I could get in whenever I wanted, and I spent my day planning how I was going to seduce my sexy, unsuspecting aunt.
I played it cool during the evening, chatting her up on the back porch and asking her about her last lover. Debbie was thrown out by her last lover for being her usual lazy self; she never worked a day in her life and wanted a well-off woman to support her. Well, who didn't? She told me I would make a very lazy man happy one day with my dedication to my work. She had no idea.
I had the day off tomorrow, so I stayed up late and watched a little TV. Debbie did the same; all she did was sit around in her room watching TV in her clothes. Yes, she looked hot in that tank top and jean shorts, but I didn't plan my seduction of my aunt to see her clothed. I felt like she was never going to get undressed.
After midnight, long after the rest of my family had gone to sleep, she finally started to show some signs of getting tired. I got to watch her smoke, and even in her clothes, she looked delicious when she did. I was down to my black bra and thong, the outfit I intended to seduce her in. I was furiously grabbing my breasts through my bra, but she wasn't getting naked. Did she somehow know I was watching?
She shut off the TV and got up to face the window. I watched her glorious, extra-large backside packed into those jean shorts that could never hope to fit it. Finally, the top came off, and the bra followed. She wasn't facing toward me, but she had to in order to get the lights. I waited.
And the shorts dropped. Then the panties. She wasn't wearing slutty underwear. That was the first thing that would change after I was finished with her. If I was going to watch my gorgeous aunt undress, I wanted to see that backside in a thong. I had a big, beautiful butt, too, and I showed it off with naughty thongs; she should do the same.
She laid down in bed enjoying her 'last' cigarette of the night, so I had a little time. I grabbed the key out of my jeans and, without a word, crept into the hallway to enter her room. Without making so much as a sound, I opened the door and found Debbie distracted by her cigarette.
I closed the door and looked her naked body over before she even saw me in all my delicious, chocolate, curvaceous beauty. Her own niece had caught her naked in her bedroom. She didn't know what to say. All she could muster was,
'Nina, what the--'
She set her cigarette aside as I jumped into bed with her. I ran my hand along her perfect body and kissed her. She was too stunned to kiss back at first; I think she thought she was in big trouble, and she was. I was about to execute my plan to make my aunt Debbie mine.
Soon, instead of resisting, Debbie kissed back. I don't think she knew I was a lesbian. I was really good at keeping secrets, which is why my dad didn't know she slept naked and why her last lover didn't find out Debbie had been cheating on her with a 20-year-old stripper. Or, more accurately, thirteen of them. At the same time.
I enjoyed the last of Debbie's cigarette with her as we rubbed our bodies together; my thong was wet with anticipation and lust for my beautiful lover. As we put the smoke out, I blindfolded her and told her,
'Take off my bra, lover.'
She used her hands at first, but I said,
'No, baby. With your teeth.'
It gave me an excuse to run my hands along her naked, delicious body while she worked on getting me naked. Or so I thought. She took it off without trouble, telling me,
'There's a lot you don't know about me.'
The next to drop was my thong, also with her slave teeth; she then ran her tongue up my body and back into my mouth. I kissed her for what felt like forever. I loved feeling her delicious, sexy tongue touching mine.
She caressed my back and my butt, and I did the same to her. It was easily her best feature. With one hand, she was grabbing my backside; with another, I didn't know what she was doing and I didn't care. She was mine. I was seducing her, and my plan was going into action. And she was a hell of a kisser. That was something I knew a lot more about than what I let on.
She turned over and got on top of me; my hands rested nicely behind my back. She broke the kiss and moved down to go down on me; I spread my legs for her, and she dove right in, playing with my legs a bit, too.
Then suddenly, she stopped, and she slapped my legs together, and I couldn't get them apart. I tried to move my hands, only to realize I was handcuffed. She opened her bedside drawer and pulled out a ball gag, and she stuffed it in my mouth! I thought I was seducing her, but she turned the tables on me, and I was so lost in love with my gorgeous aunt that I didn't see it coming.
She straddled me and said,
'You naughty little bitch. You thought you could just come in here, get me all horny, and have your way with me, and then blackmail me to your father, didn't you?'
I nodded in obvious fear. She replied,
'Your daddy knows I'm a lesbian. He knows everything about me. And if he finds out about us, I'll tell him you seduced me. So from now on, you're my bitch. You got it?'
I again nodded.
She took the gag ou of my mouth and forced me to kneel over the bed. My face was staring directly at her spread legs. She had long since lost the blindfold and was now putting it on me. She wrapped her legs around my head tightly, so I couldn't just duck out. I knew what she wanted.
I started licking. My new mistress wanted to be pleased, and I wanted to please her. Her take-charge attitude was a huge turn-on, as was her turning the tables on her mischievous niece. I had it all planned out. I was going to seduce her, make love to her tonight, and blackmail her into being my sex slave until I had her eating out of the palm of my hand. Then, when I graduated and got a nice job, she would move in with me and be my live-in maid and sex slave. It was too perfect. And so was she.
But as I was pleasuring her, my thoughts of wanting to make her scream were mixed with how she must have known about my plan. She wanted that room because she knew I was watching her. And I knew she thought she caught me kissing another girl after basketball practice last year. She told me she believed it wasn't me kissing my beautiful teammate. But it was me, and she knew it.
And she knew I was attracted to her, and she played it up as much as possible. So she plotted to have me seduce her so she could always say I came onto her, and now she has me right where she wants me - with my hands and feet in cuffs, my head held prisoner by her gorgeous legs, and my tongue at her service.
For something that turned out so wrong, it felt so incredibly right. I was at her service. I was tongueing her, and I was loving every second of it. I smelled her delicious cigarette as she enjoyed both my tongue and her smoke. I only wished I could watch her or share it with her.
I tongued my goddess to climax once, but she wasn't even close to done with me. I continued, working faster and deeper and giving her one climax after another. And she squeezed tighter with every one of them.
I couldn't stop if I wanted to; I was hers. I didn't care who heard her scream; I was loving this. She laid back, still not loosening her legs, and she called me every name she could think of. Being degraded and called filthy names by my own aunt while I used every ounce of strength my tongue had to make her climax - there was no sexier experience in my entire life. I wanted her to own me. I wanted to be her bitch, her slut. I would drop everything for the goddess who was degrading me.
I brought my beautiful mistress to climax for what had to be the eleventh consecutive time, and she was finally spent. She collapsed flat on the bed, spread her perfect legs, and reached for a cigarette. I stopped as she lit up, desiring a lust-filled kiss with my goddess, but she looked down at me and said,
'I didn't say to stop, bitch.'
Still restrained, I continued. She tasted like absolute sweetness, and I was incredibly excited while I served her. I wanted her to spank me, to degrade me physically, and to mark me as her property. But most of all, I wanted her to scream like she had never screamed before. I wanted to be caught in the act. I wanted everyone to know what a filthy slut I was and how I seduced my goddess of an aunt.
She lifted her legs up and let me tongue her gorgeous butt. I buried my face between her perfect, extra-large cheeks that couldn't possibly fit in the tight jean shorts she loved to wear. I darted my tongue into her and out, making her scream with even more intensity. She was moaning but seeming disinterested at the same time; her indifference was a major turn-on for a worthless slut like me.
I brought her to a twelfth and most intense climax with my slut tongue in her tight butt. No one had ever been back there with anything but a tongue; I could tell easily. And I loved how it felt firm but bounced like the heavenly backside it was.
Her screaming had to wake half the neighborhood; I didn't mind a bit. I was hers, and her butt was for me to pleasure. She set her butt on my face while I tongued her like the bitch I was, giving her one aftershock climax after another with each one becoming more powerful. She started off shouting nasty names at me; she was now only shouting wordless shouts.
I let her rest for a minute before she strapped her legs around my face again and demanded more. I wasn't even close to tired, and neither was my gorgeous goddess. She took no time at all to be brought to more successive climaxes, each more intense than the last. She couldn't stop screaming, and I couldn't stop making her.
I was absolutely in love with her. Her legs were wrapped as tightly as I could imagine around my slut face, and my tongue was working overtime. I was in her power. I was always in her power; this was always my fantasy. She commanded, and no matter how slutty or degrading it was, I obeyed. Without question.
I lost count of the number of times she got off, and I think she did too. But in the middle of my pleasuring of my beautiful, angelic demon, I had a feeling I was being watched. I was always so self-conscious before, but I didn't stop. My new lover was all I cared about. Pleasing her, worshipping her, and being degraded by her; it was all I lived for. And I didn't care who knew it.
As she wound down, she lit another cigarette and laid back, probably expecting another round with my slut tongue that I was more than happy to give. She turned toward the now-open door and saw my mother standing there in her nightgown. She looked at us once and said,
'Don't let me bother you.'
I wasn't going to. I was too lost in lust with my new goddess. And she didn't, either. Mom actually pulled up a chair and watched her daughter be humiliated by the woman she lusted after. She knew it was well past two in the morning, but with all the screaming, she couldn't sleep anyway. Aunt Debbie handed her a pack of cigarettes, and Mom stripped naked and enjoyed the show.
Mom got to watch me get my butt paddled for what felt like forever, and I loved every minute of it. Debbie was forceful, rough, and loved to inflict pain. I knew she dominated every woman she was with, and she was the best at it. I moaned like a little bitch through my gag, and Debbie slapped my face as often as she could. She took no backtalk from me, but I gave it just so she would smack me.
My butt was incredibly sore from the intensity of the paddling, but she gave me no time to complain after she switched to a leather whip. It felt like heaven the way that leather cracked my bottom. I loved the feeling even as it stung me. I still wasn't allowed to see the tools she was using to humiliate me, but I could sense my mother's presence and listen to her play with her breasts and pleasure herself to the sight of her daughter being whipped was the most humiliating thing I could imagine. And I loved the feeling more than anything.
If not for the gag, I would have begged Mom to join in humiliating me, but she preferred to watch and enjoy the show. The men of the house were sound asleep and wouldn't be woken by a fireworks show in their ears, let alone in the guest bedroom. The house was all ours, and the lashings across my nice backside were my reminder that I could never mess with the best. And my aunt Debbie was the best.
Mom got up and seemed to lay on the bed, and I felt her legs press around my head. She wanted me to go down on her, and I was hers in a heartbeat. The two ladies used me like I had never been used before, and Mom's unkempt body was mine to enjoy. She tasted like ecstacy; there was something very familiar about enjoying her, as if I was going down on a stronger, rougher version of myself.
All the while, Debbie whipped me, and I could do nothing to stop her. My tongue was busy working my beautiful mother over. The two ladies had teamed up to humiliate me, and I wanted nothing more than to be their bitch. I was lost in lust with both beauties, and the pain and humiliation they inflicted was the most wonderful feeling I could ever imagine.
Debbie turned my dark-chocolate butt a bright cherry red with her whip, and Mom enjoyed being brought to climax almost as many times as Debbie had. She was spent after that, but they knew there was one thing left that they had to do.
I wanted my breasts to be punished, and I wanted to be brought under their spell.
Mom took a whip and lashed my gorgeous breasts repeatedly. My very sensitive nipples enjoyed the touch of leather, and my slut nature enjoyed the punishment. Debbie continued on my butt while Mom worked on my breasts as fast as she could. It wasn't hard to make me feel pleasure just from my nipples being lashed; I had achieved orgasm from a bra that was too tight before. Numerous times. I was very sensitive to sexual pleasure.
She worked me over in a very tight pattern; one breast go a lashing and then the other in a continuous motion. All the while, she was telling me everything I needed to know about being her slave. I couldn't argue with anything she said, nor did I want to. I was in her power.
She was now no longer my mom, but my mistress, and as such, she was now Mistress Lara, and my aunt was Mistress Debbie. I was to answer to any degrading name they chose to call me. I was theirs and theirs alone to use as they pleased and to give to others to use. I was to be naked at home at all times, and I was to wear miniskirts and thong bikinis in public, even to my job and to class. I would obey her every word.
I would be marked as property of my mistresses. I never wanted anything more. They were getting me tattooed in an obvious place. I wanted the world to know I was a slave to my mistresses. They wanted me shaved at all times and my long hair kept in a ponytail for their use. I was at their command.
Mistress Lara brought me to climax with the whip repeatedly, and fromn that point, I was theirs. I was their naked slave to do with as they pleased. I was more in love with both of them than I had ever been with anything or anyone; I served only them, and I cared only to serve them.
My mistresses agreed that I had been punished enough, and so they took my gag out and uncuffed me. We enjoyed a nice, luscious threesome for the rest of the night into the morning, where my dad saw what we had done. He didn't say anything, of course, and just let us go about our business as we wanted. His wife was now cheating on him with his sister and his daughter, right under his nose. He couldn't do anything, nor did he want to.
My mistresses and I have been madly in love for the last year, and I don't mind telling everyone I'm a lesbian love slave. I have a nice tattoo on my lower back that says 'Property of Mistresses Lara and Debbie.' My best friends know I'm an incest slave, and all of them use it to blackmail me into sexually serving them. I'm owned now by my gorgeous mother, my delicious aunt, two sexy basketball players, a cheerleader, a Goth, a part-time dominatrix, and the entire field hockey team. I spent so much time between sexy female legs that I hardly have time to study, but I solve that in other ways..."