Jerry Milner - Depraved aunt

As Carole stubbed out the tiny butt of the cigarette, Ellen said, "That stuff certainly didn't relax me. I didn't feel any effect from it at all. I suppose your lesbian girl friend taught you how to smoke it."

"It always makes me feel good." Carole stretched, almost losing her towel in the process. She looked down at where her mother was looking, and she smiled. She loosened the knot in the towel and let it fall in her lap. Ellen gasped, and Carole stretched again and luxuriously ran her hands over her naked tits.

"The first place I feel it is here," Carole said, massaging her tits with both hands, caressing and squeezing them while her mother watched, looking shocked. "Grass makes my tits feel all tingly and warm. It makes them feel bigger, too, and it makes my nipples get all stiff and nice."

"You've certainly grown since you left home," Ellen said, still staring, nearly hypnotized by the soft hands moving on those firmly upright young tits.

"Exercise, that's what does it," said Carole, still caressing herself very freely. "Tony's helped me grow, that's for sure. But of course, I've got you to thank for my having started out with a nice, big pair of tits. You sure have nice ones, Mother. And I've never really seen them like this. Do you mind?"

Ellen watched, still hypnotized, while her daughter's hand moved from her own breast to Ellen's negligee, to draw it aside and expose Ellen's tit, which looked so much like her own. Ellen's tit was just a little smaller than her daughter's and it wasn't quite so youthfully upstanding as her daughter's, but Carole was handling it just as she had handled her own. She caressed it and petted it, hefted its weight and tested its softness of texture while Ellen held her breath, watching.

"Yes," Carole said, "that's nice, relaxing grass. See how your nipples are getting all nice and stiff? And how do your tits feel now? All tingly and warm?"

"That's the marijuana?" Ellen said, still watching Carole's hand as it moved to her other tit.

"I have no idea what it does to men, but that's what it does to us girls."

Carole moved closer to her mother. She smiled in the warmest of ways as she loosened her negligee, fully exposing both of Ellen's very prominent, pink-nippled tits. Now she felt them both at once, and as her hands softly kissed and caressed them, she said, "I can't get over what nice ones you have. I hope mine are as pretty as that when I'm your age. Are you sensitive there, Ellen? I know I sure am."

"Carole, stop that," Ellen murmured, doubly fascinated by the sight of two hands moving on her tits now, I'm trying hard to get her most pleasantly numbed brain to function.

Carole just smiled and took Ellen's hand in hers, guided it to her thrusting tit and resumed caressing Ellen's naked globes.

The warmth alone was entirely seducing. The texture of Carole's young tits helped in the seduction process and in moments Ellen was mimicking her lesbian daughter and fondling both her bare tits. They were so big and firm and so entirely sexy with their generously large pink nipples all crested that Ellen had to move closer to feel still more of them.

Carole just smiled and let the effects of their mutual caresses add to those of the marijuana. Under the tutelage of her very experienced lesbian girl friend, Carole had seduced quite a few girls before. She derived a great deal of pleasure in taking a girl who was far from home and leading her into the ways of lesbian sex, and then leading her on into Tony's bed and the orgies that took place there. Even more than this, Carole enjoyed knocking on a door and finding a young housewife alone, and seducing her. On two separate occasions she had seduced older housewives, and these times had been especially thrilling to Carole. Now she knew why that was. It was because of some secret urge inside her to seduce her beautiful mother, and here she was, well on her way to succeeding at that. She wished Tony could be there to see it, because her lesbian lover was always so proud of her when she initiated someone new into the sisterhood.

Ellen was completely fascinated by Carole's tits. She fondled and caressed them in every way imaginable, and with Carole's hands on her tits, she was experiencing all the sensations she was infusing in the young female body on the couch with her. Ellen was getting terribly hot, but she didn't know it. Her more experienced daughter knew it very well, and chose just the right time to slide her hands down over Ellen's ribcage and squeeze her slender waist, to pet her smooth hips and further admire her figure.

"You're really built, Ellen. You've got a fantastic figure. And not many girls my age have complexions as smooth as yours."

Carole's hands kindled a glowing fire everyplace they touched. And they were constantly moving as Ellen squirmed about on the couch, saying, "Carole, please stop that. I've got to go fix dinner. Oh, why did I let you talk me into smoking that marijuana!"

"Too late to worry about the grass now, Mother. You're stoned and so am I, so let's forget it and just enjoy ourselves. Insofar as dinner goes, I'm only hungry for one thing right now," Carole said, and thoroughly enjoyed her mother's loud gasp as she tickled a forefinger down over her belly and then burrowed that finger deep in the hairy triangle between Ellen's legs.

Ellen slapped Carole's hand away, but by then it was too late. That finger had left a fiery trail behind it, and the trail led straight to Ellen's clitoris. She clamped her thighs closely together and clasped her hands tightly over her belly, almost ill with the unwanted lusts now raging through her, and the cause of it all sat there laughing at her. Outraged, Ellen jumped up from the couch to head for a cold shower, and Carole grabbed the back of her negligee and yanked her mother back into her lap.

"Damnit, let me go!" said Ellen, and of course Carole completely ignored her.

Carole held Ellen firmly on her lap, tickling and pinching her and grabbing handfuls of her naked tits. Her hands were everywhere. There seemed to be no escaping from them. Ellen shouted and squealed out her protest while she squirmed in every direction on the naked lap of her daughter.

Ellen was at a disadvantage. This sort of feminine rough-housing went on almost nightly in the hotels where Carole stayed. When it came to naked tickling and wrestling, Carole could hold her own with girls who were larger than she was. She was very much aware of every ticklish place on a female body, especially if that female body was even a little bit sexually excited.

And Ellen was hot. Waves of almost uncontrollable lust were sweeping though her body from every direction, from everywhere Carole's hands touched her. Carole's fingers delved deep in Ellen's armpits, tickled up and down her ribs and plucked at her nipples, and when Ellen tried to defend herself there, the fingers dove down between her legs to her steaming hot cunt where Ellen's ticklishness knew no bounds.

Ellen swung back behind her with her elbows, and Carole easily dodged the wild blows and went on with her fiendish tickling. She tried to break free and get up and run, and Carole yanked her back down on her lap again. She shouted curses and threats at her laughing daughter which were nothing more than a waste of her breath. She thought she'd faint or explode, and then at last she lurched to her feet, took a staggering step toward safety, and was tripped up from behind and fell down on her hands and knees.

Carole was at her at once. On her knees at the side of her mother, she flipped up her negligee and thrust her wriggling fingers deep in the very wet crack of Ellen's crotch. Too out of breath to utter a word of protest, Ellen tensed every exhausted muscle in her body in a valiant attempt to fight off an orgasm, and the wonderful fingers burrowed deeper in her cunt.