Jerry Milner - Depraved aunt

They slept right there on the floor, and when Ellen awoke she found that they'd turned in their sleep and were now in each other's arms. Their tits and their tummies were nestled together, and their cunt-smelling mouths were very close. Carole looked absolutely beautiful in repose. Ellen's first impulse was to wake her up with a strong embrace and immediately relive the intense joy they'd known in their mutual embraces. But now Carole was her daughter again, and in Ellen's mind, well on her way toward a life filled with heartbreak and emptiness. As Ellen lay there trying to find the words to use with her daughter to lead her toward some sort of normal life, Carole's eyes came open and her lips curved up in a smile.

"Hi, Ellen. Was that real kicks, or wasn't it? Now do you see why I've fallen in love with Tony?"

Ellen pushed away before her daughter could kiss her, and sat back on her heels on the carpet. "That wasn't love, that was sex. And that's all you have with that Tony. Sex and marijuana, that's all. And you can't have real love or real sex without a man."

"We did pretty well," Carole said, and got up on one elbow, and reached out and squeezed Ellen's knee.

"It's late and I'm going to fix us something to eat and we can talk about it in the morning," Ellen said, and rose and strode to her kitchen, pulling her negligee on as she went. She felt flustered and angry. If sex was supposed to relieve tensions, lesbian sex didn't do the job at all. She felt like strangling that Tony for having introduced Carole to that kind of sex. She felt like strangling herself for having engaged in that kind of sex with her daughter, and for having totally enjoyed it at the time. She put frozen sandwiches in the microwave oven. She leaped and whirled about when she felt Carole's hands come slinking around her hips in search of her cunt.

Carole giggled and said, "My, aren't we jumpy. And don't we have beautiful tits."

Ellen pushed aside her daughter's reaching hands, and said, "I'm going to take a shower. The sandwiches will be ready in ten minutes."

Carole followed along behind the jouncing buttocks of her mother. A confirmed lesbian, she'd often followed less attractive butts than that one down the street for blocks, but this ass held special appeal because it was the ass of her mother. Carole caught up with it in the bathroom and got her hands on it the moment Ellen's negligee hit the floor.

Again Ellen pushed Carole away. "I'm not loaded on marijuana now, and you're not about to seduce me again."

"Seduce you? Don't make me laugh. You wanted it and enjoyed it just as much as I did. And you want it again now, just like I do."

Ellen brushed past her naked daughter and entered the shower. Carole came right behind her and wouldn't leave. There, under the warm running water, Ellen angrily castigated her daughter for her way of life and Carole smugly laughed and said the lesbian life was great, as she had just proved to her mother. There was no escaping her there in the confines of the shower stall. Woman and girl were both as sleekly wet as a pair of seals, and if Carole wasn't wriggling up against Ellen, she was reaching out for her body in any way she could. The tensions were nagging all through Ellen's body as she left the shower, again with Carole right at her heels.

"Let's have that sandwich and then make love again," Carole said, drying off, and grinning quite lustfully at Ellen's body.

"Let's have that sandwich while we talk about you finding yourself a decent man," Ellen hotly retorted, glaring at her daughter's laughing eyes, pointedly ignoring the incredibly shapely young body Carole artfully flaunted.

Ellen put on a robe, and Carole followed her naked into the kitchen, her very warm gaze following Ellen's every move. Even as they sat across the table and ate, Carole's words and her gaze kept Ellen's flustered anger alive.

At last Ellen said, "We'll talk about it in the morning. You can sleep in your old room tonight."

But Carole followed Ellen into her bedroom, and no threats or angry words could drive her out. Quite exasperated, Ellen turned out the light and got into her big bed, with Carole right behind her in the dark.

Carole softly tittered and Ellen silently fumed, and kept knocking away the hand that kept slithering toward her between the sheets. Ellen normally slept in the nude, but this night she knew she should have worn flannel pajamas, not only because of the lesbian in bed with her, but also because the sheets chafed at her nipples and buttocks and tickled her cunt unmercifully. Sleep seemed impossible. And each time the hand crept past her defenses to touch her body, it left a mark that seemed to glow in the dark.

At last Ellen said, "What's this Tony like?"

"Just wonderful, that's all. Oh, the things she can do to me, the ways she cap make me feel, you just wouldn't believe it. Or maybe you would after how we made each other feel in the living room. Who needs men, that's what I'd like to know."

"Every woman needs a man."

"Not this woman. All I need is another woman. You, right now. Mom, your girl can't sleep. What are you going to do about that?"

"I'll get up and get you a sleeping pill."

"I never take pills. Just touch me a little, Mother. Mama, just touch your girl a little and put her to sleep."

"Don't talk like that! Go to sleep!"

Silence for a time, the rustle of bedclothes, and then Carole's soft sigh and her words. "Ahh-h-h. Yeah. That's a little better."

"Carole, are you playing with yourself?"

"Mmmmmm. I wonder how many times I sneaked in this room when you and Daddy were gone, took off all my clothes, and played with my pussy, just like this."

Ellen's cunt was itching badly by then, and the rubbing of the sheet on her nipples was almost intolerable. Right beside her, her daughter was sighing and murmuring contentedly, and freely fingering her hot cunt. In the dark, Carole didn't seem exactly like Ellen's daughter. There in the pitch blackness, the girl at her side was just an oversexed lesbian, a hot nympho who needed some help very badly. And with the help she needed, Ellen might just find some help for herself. Ellen rolled over on her side to face Carole.

"Feeling good?" Ellen murmured.

"Mm-m-m. Better all the time. Not mad at me any more?"

"I can be mad at you again in the morning," Ellen said, and now it was her hand that was slinking between the sheets.

Carole felt it coming, grabbed Ellen's hand and thrust it against her cunt, between her legs, very warm and very damp. Ellen very softly squeezed her there, saying, "Easy, darling. Lonely widows such as I am like to make these things last for a while."

"Do you… do it to yourself a lot?"

"I try not to, but sometimes I can't help it," Ellen softly said, just as softly smoothing her fingers all over the very warm outer flesh of Carole's cunt. "Living all alone here, without a man, I sometimes force myself to go for a week or two without playing with myself, and then I can't stand it any more and I have to spend a whole day here in bed, playing with my cunt and my tits and looking at dirty pictures, reading dirty books."

"You have stuff like that here?" said Carole. She was panting and rubbing her thighs and her hips under the covers.

"I have quite a collection of erotica. Does porno turn you on, dear?" she asked, delving very delicately inside the puffed, wet lips of Carole's cunt, smiling and edging closer as Carole's panting increased and her legs opened wider.

"I love it, but Tony won't let me look at it. She says it's dirty. She says we don't need it. Oh, Ellen, you're driving me crazy, and I love it!"

"You've a nice cunt, dear. Very wet, very hot."

"Mama, let me touch your cunt, too! Let me get down under the covers and kiss it!"

Ellen pushed Carole back down on her back, nestled closer still and nuzzled kisses all about the girl's hotly panting mouth. Still moving her fingers most softly over her cunt, still teasing her, keeping her terribly hot, Ellen murmured, "Some of my dirty books tell about women like us, lonely and horny and desperate to have some fun."