Charlotte's Aunt

by Single Mom

Aunt Betty Buckley was Charlotte Marchand's favorite aunt. That may have been because the only other aunt she had was on her father's side, and Charlotte had never met her, in fact, she barley remembered her father. Aunt Betty was ten years older than Charlotte's mother, and the sister's relationship was somewhat strained for reasons that were never talked about.

Strained was a mild description of the relationship between Betty and her sister. The relationship had improved somewhat since that day 7 years ago when Betty caught her then 19-year-old sister fucking her 32-year-old husband. Poetic justice came a few month's later when Betty discovered that the `prick' had knocked her sister up. The irony was that Karen gave birth to Charlotte, the daughter that Betty had always believed should have been hers, the child that came from cum that rightly belonged to her.

Aunt Betty was not a frequent visitor, but Charlotte always made a fuss over her aunt when she did visit, hugging and kissing her, and jumping up into her arms before she even got through the front door. Betty always regretted the fact that she never had a daughter of her own. When Charlotte turned six, Aunt Betty came to her birthday pool party, and that was the best present that she could have given her beautiful, young niece.

Karen spent the entire day walking on egg shells because also attending the party was her neighbor, Gail Flynn and her now 8-year-old daughter Missy, who Karen quickly introduced as "Pastor Richard's family," knowing full well that Betty would steer a wide path around anyone even remotely associated with the church.

Betty had always considered herself to be a keen observer, and an excellent judge of character, and she began to have a strange feeling about this Gail character, and her overly mature daughter who arrived at the party wearing a pair of tight yellow shorts that fit her like a second layer of skin, leaving little doubt from front and rear that the kid was a girl, and one with an ass that any woman would kill for. Not an outfit that you would expect to see on the daughter of a church pastor.

The kid's mother was not much better for a minister's wife. She was braless and wore a white tube top over two very prominent nipples. She had on a pair of tight, white slacks, and the fact that there was no panty line made it obvious that the woman was not wearing panties. It was easy to see who the kid got her ass from.

The sight of both mother and daughter made Betty's mouth water; minister's wife or not. It was no fun being a 36-year-old, "Old maid." It had been so long since Betty had been fucked, that she no longer cared, she no longer missed it. Until now.

She wanted a hard cock in any one of her body cavities, but she suddenly felt that the minister's wife with a strap on dildo would do just fine. And here she was, at a party and without benefit of vibrator or dildo. She had perfected masturbation to an art form, and preferred BOB, her Battery Operated Buddy, but was no stranger to the handle of her hair brush, or various items of food. She made a mental note to check out the refrigerator at first opportunity.

Her beautiful young niece bouncing on her lap and playing "Horsey" on her leg was not helping the situation in the least. She put her arms around Charlotte to hold her still until she had a chance to come down off of the peak that her thoughts and fantasies had driven her to. And that's when Charlotte kissed her—on the mouth. Not a quick peck, but a very un-childlike kiss that soon involved the tip of Charlotte's tongue being pressed against her aunt's lips.

Charlotte's thrusting on her thigh had caused Aunt Betty's skirt to ride up far enough to feel the young girl's wet panties rubbing on her exposed thigh. Betty moved her hands to Charlotte's hips to curtail her movement, but to no avail. "Honey, stop," she whispered. "Someone is going to see us."

"I don't care, I love you Aunt Betty."

"Oh sweetheart, I love you too, but—but you have to stop. This is not the place."

"Can I, just do it till I come?"

Come! Where in the world would a six year old learn that word? Could a six year old actually come? Did Karen come when they fooled around as kids? She was 16, but Karen was only six and she tried desperately to remember if Karen ever came when they `fooled around'.

What the fuck was going on around here? It couldn't be her sister, and it couldn't be the minister's wife, no matter how hot she looked. It had to be Missy, that hot little vixen, wise beyond her years, who was behind all of this.

Wanting to get out of the crowded house, Betty said, "Sweetie, why don't we put our bathing suits on and cool off in the pool?"

Betty changed in her sister's bedroom, regretting that she had brought her conservative one piece bathing suit, and not her sexy string bikini to impress the minister's wife. Still, she liked what she saw in the mirror: firm breasts tapering down to large nipples and rounded bottoms, a nice firm ass, and just a narrow sliver of her naturally blonde hair on her otherwise-shaved pussy. So why couldn't she find a man—or woman who could make her happy?

When she stepped out of the bedroom and into the hallway, she saw Charlotte wearing a two-piece bathing suit and whispering to her friend, Missy. "Are we ready, kiddo?" Betty asked, taking her niece by the hand and leading her to the pool.

"We gotta stay on this end `cuz I can't swim," Charlotte informed her aunt.

Betty Buckley's plan to pleasure her niece involved the shallow end of the pool. Betty sat on the bottom of the pool and seated her niece on her lap. She wrapped her left arm around Charlotte's waist and rested her chin on Charlotte's shoulder. She whispered in Charlotte's ear. "Aunt Betty loves you sweetheart. Do you know that?"

"Uh-huh. I love you too, Aunt Betty."

"And what about your friend, Missy? Do you love her too?"

"Yep, but I love you best."

"Does Missy make you come?" Betty asked as she placed her right hand on Charlotte's thigh.

"I'm not sposed to say," Charlotte said, as she began to squirm nervously on her aunt's lap.

`I'm not supposed to say' was an obvious "yes." The question was, who told her not to say? Would an 8 year old tell her not to say, or was her mother aware of what was going on and told her not to talk about it?

Betty moved her hand slowly and gently up the child's thigh to her crotch. "Hmmm what's this?" she teased her niece.

"My pussy."

Pussy was an adult word, most children called it their pee pee or tinkle or some other descriptive word. "What else do you call it?" Betty asked.

"My cunt."

"Cunt is my favorite word for it," Betty said, sure now that there was an adult somehow involved. "Cunt is a big-girl word," she told her niece.

"I am a big girl, I'm six."

"Yes my darling, you're a very big girl," Betty said as she slipped her right hand under the waistband of Charlotte's bathing suit and down to find the vaginal crease that was snuggled between two puffy lips.

Charlotte startled momentarily, then her legs flew apart, giving her aunt total access to her `cunt'. "You gonna make me come?"

"Do you want me to, sweetie?"

"Uh-huh," Charlotte whispered, shaking her head in the affirmative.

Betty's middle finger came in contact with the young girl's clitoral hood and was surprised by the size of the clitoral bump that hid under it. She began to stroke the small button slowly. "Does this feel good, baby?"

"Uh-huh Uh-huh Uh-huh," Charlotte moaned, her hips thrusting forward with each `Uh-Huh'.

"Easy, baby, people might be watching."

"I don't care."

"Your mommy might see us."

"I don't care."

And Betty no longer cared. She was masturbating the daughter of the woman who fucked her husband. The daughter who should have been hers. The daughter that she loved dearly. Betty moved her finger lower and slipped past Charlotte's torn hymen, into the smooth walls of her shallow vagina, coming into contact with the tip of her uterus which automatically tilted forward to accept the seaman that was anticipated when it felt the intrusion of Betty's finger.

Charlotte began to pant as rapidly as a woman giving birth while her beloved aunt finger fucked her. Somehow it was different than when her mom or Gail did it. Perhaps it was because she had to share her mom with Gail and Missy, but Aunt Betty was all hers. With her mom and the others it was exciting sex, but without the added love that she felt for her Aunt Betty.

Betty could sense her niece's on-coming orgasm and began to pace her activity accordingly. She wanted to time Charlotte's orgasm with the one she felt building in the pit of her own stomach. The ultimate orgasm was a mutual one, and she wanted to carry her beautiful niece over that erotic threshold with her.

Charlotte began breathing heavily, her limbs stiffened and twitched, she sucked in her breath then relaxed under the weight of a thundering orgasm in perfect sync with that of her aunt.

Betty held the spent and exhausted body of her niece in her arms, whispering in her ear, telling her what a big girl she was, and how much she loved her.

Betty Buckley said, "We need to talk."

Karen Marchand's heart leapt to her throat. She had noticed her sister and daughter talking at the end of the pool, and wondered what Charlotte had said to her aunt.

"So talk," Karen replied after her heart had returned to her chest.

Betty reached down to help her reclining sister out of the chaise lounge. Karen's `friend' Gail was reclining in the chair next to Karen, so Betty said, "Can we talk in your bedroom while I get changed?"

Karen glanced over at Gail and gave her a shrug that said, `I don't know what the fuck she want's, but I won't be long.'

"I want to take Charlotte for the weekend," Betty said as the bedroom door closed behind her.

"Why?" Karen said, relieved that that was all she wanted to talk about.

"Because she's my niece and I'd like to spend some time with her."

"And grill her about what's going on in my life?" Karen asked suspiciously.

"Sis, you've obviously mistaken me for someone who gives a fuck about what's going on in your life. She's my niece and I'd like to spend some time with her."

"Gail and I had plans for the weekend and it involved the kids."

"You owe me you cunt!" Betty snapped. "I'm her aunt, they're nothing to her. Or is there something going on that I don't know about?"

"There's nothing going on," Karen said a little too defensively. "And I suppose one weekend wouldn't hurt, but she has to be home in time for day school on Monday."

"Thank you little sister, and I'm sorry I called you a cunt."

"I've been called worse."

"Yeah, by me," Betty chuckled, then stepped toward her sister and gave her a hug.

Karen returned the hug, their bodies pressed together through Betty's wet swim suit. Karen gave her sister a light sisterly kiss on the lips. "So, am I finally forgiven for fucking David?"

"You're forgiven," Betty said, returning her sister's kiss, but with one not quite so sisterly.

Karen surprised and confused herself by saying, "You really should get out of that wet bathing suit."

"And then what? Are we going to fuck like when you were Charlotte's age?"

"Do you want to?"

"You have a house full of people, and I'm afraid I pulled you away from your friend."

Karen walked silently to the bedroom door and locked it. She began to undress while her sister got out of her wet bathing suit.

"What took you so long?" Gail asked suspiciously when Karen returned to the pool area an hour later.

"Betty is taking Charlotte for the weekend and I had to pack her an overnight bag."

"Oh come on, Karen, I know fresh fucked when I see it," Gail snapped. She picked up her bath towel, took her daughter's hand, and left the party without further comment.

While Charlotte was taking her shower, Betty was in her bedroom laying out a strap on harness with 5 attachable dilos ranging in length from 10 inches to 3, with various, size appropriate diameters. There was also a 7 inch long anal dildo with the approximate circumference of Betty's thumb. And then there was BOB, her only vibrator which she didn't plan on using on her young niece.

"Does Mommy have any toys like these?" She asked her young niece when she emerged from the bathroom.

"Noooooo," Charlotte replied, fearing she would give away another secret.

"Would you like Aunt Betty to show you how to play with these toys?"

"Will it hurt?" Charlotte asked, telling Aunt Betty that the child at least had some idea of where these toys were used.

"Maybe just a little teeny bit at first, honey, but you know that Aunt Betty would never hurt you."

"`kay, Aunt Betty."

Betty positioned the child sideways on the bed, her knees on the edge of the bed, her buttocks in the air, her head and shoulders on the bed spread. Betty used K-Y Jelly on the girl's anus and on the long, thin dildo. Charlotte's sphincter began to pucker, expanding and contracting as the dildo came in contact with her anus. Betty pushed gently, rotating the dildo as it moved into, then past the tight sphincter.

Charlotte issued a low moan and gripped the bed covers as the dildo moved into her. Betty worked the dildo in an inch, then out a half inch as the dildo slowly advanced into the child's rectum.

"Does it hurt, baby?"

"Uh-Uh."

"Do you want more?"

"Uh-Huh."

The dildo was well past the now relaxed sphincter and into the child's rectum. Betty pushed firmly but slowly until the entire 7 inches were inside of the child.

"Uuhffff!" Charlotte grunted when she felt the dildo enter her completely. Her Aunt Betty reached between the young girl's legs and began playing with her clitoris.

Charlotte began to rock back and forth on the dildo, pushing back as far and as hard as she could, taking the full length of the rubber cock into her bowels. "Uh uh uh uh uh," she grunted in rhythm with her rocking back onto the anal dildo.

Suddenly, the young girl literally squirted her juices onto her aunt's hand and fingers as she collapsed face down on the bed, purring like a contented cat at a bowel of milk.

Aunt Betty tasted her hands and fingers, and her earlier question was answered. The sweet taste of her niece's juices along with just a hint of urine, told her that a six year old could come.

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