Aunt Betty Loves Jennifer, Part 1

by Single Mom

Eight-year-old Jennifer Cox was ecstatic. Her aunt Betty was coming home for a visit.

Jennifer never did understand what happened, between her mom and Aunt Betty. Aunt Betty lived with them for a year after her father left, and then one day she was just gone, and she didn't even tell Jennifer that she was leaving, or why. And now she was coming back for a visit.

"For how long, Mom," Jennifer asked.

"I don't know, sweetie. It depends on a lot of things I guess."

"Well are you guys still mad?"

"I don't know, honey. I don't think so, but that's why Aunt Betty is coming here, so we can figure that out."

"But you love her, right?"

"Yes, baby I love her."

"So? I bet she loves you too, and I know that I love her."

"And I know that she loves you too, honey, so if we all love each other, everything should work out okay," Barbara Cox said.

Aunt Betty was due on Friday morning, but she called Friday afternoon and said that her flight had been delayed, and she should be here sometime Friday night. Much to Jennifer's dismay, her mother insisted that she go to bed at the regular time, and she promised that Aunt Betty would wake her up when she arrived.

Jennifer agreed to go to bed, but knew that she wouldn't sleep. She was too excited. She lay there thinking about how much fun she and Aunt Betty used to have—she couldn't remember what they did, but she knew that they had fun, and—and then, Aunt Betty was sitting on the edge of her bed, rubbing Jennifer's thigh through the covers. "Wake up sweetie, it's Aunty Betty."

Jennifer's eyes blinked open. She yawned and stretched, and then recognizing Aunt Betty's voice, she sat bolt upright on the bed, threw her arms around her Aunt's neck and showered her face with kisses. "I love you Aunt Betty."

"I love you too, sweetheart," Aunt Betty said, while she continued running her thumb over Jennifer's thigh."

And then the haze began to clear and she began to remember what Aunt Betty used to do that felt so good. And she simply lay there and remembered. She remembered Aunt Betty telling her that if she told her mom, she would have to leave. She never told her mom anything, but Aunt Betty left anyhow.

It took her a long time to put the whole thing out of her mind, and now she was remembering again. And she liked it. She remembered what her Aunt Betty used to do, and she remembered what Aunt Betty thought her to do to herself. And she did it for awhile, but it wasn't much fun without Aunt Betty.

Aunt Betty was wearing just a long T-shirt for a nightgown, and she lifted the sheet on Jennifer's bed and climbed under the bed to join her niece. She spooned against her niece's back, brushed her hair aside and kissed the back of Jennifer's neck. It was all coming back to Jennifer now, and she pressed back against her aunt and waited for the anticipated hand to slip under her nightgown and move down to her pussy.

Aunt Betty kissed her niece again, then whispered in her ear. "Is this what you want?"

"Uh huh," Jennifer moaned, then began to thrust her hips, fucking her aunt's finger as if she'd never stopped. She moved faster and faster, "uh huh—uh huh—uh huh," Jennifer grunted in sync with her thrusting hips. She turned her head and kissed her aunt hard and deep, then her body went through the familiar twitching and tremors that always preceded her orgasms.

Jennifer turned to face her aunt and they held each other for a long time, and then her aunt kissed her good night, slipped out of the bed and went to the sofa where her sister would find her sleeping in the morning.

* * * * *

"You didn't have to sleep on the sofa you know," Barbara said, sitting on the edge of the sofa next to her sister's prone body. "I still have that king-size bed and you could have slept in there without—you know."

"I know, but I wanted to go in and say good night to Jennifer."

"So she knows that you're here?"

"Yes."

"She was so excited when she found out that you were coming."

"I know, she told me."

"So was I," Barbara admitted.

Betty rolled from her side to her back and stared up wide eyed at her sister. "You were?" she asked.

"Yes."

"Well what about Janet?"

"Janet was over even before I found out that you were fucking her."

"So what the hell was all the yelling and crying about?"

"It wasn't because you were fucking Janet, but because you were fucking. Period," Barbara explained. "I was fucking Janet because you weren't fucking me."

"So then what? Are saying that you'd like to try again?" Betty asked.

"I—I'd like to try. If you think you could keep your fucking panties on, Barbara said."

"Well what about Jennifer? She's older and smarter now, and she's bound to find out," Betty said.

"I wasn't planning on inviting her into the bedroom. So she knows that her mother and aunt sleep in the same bed, what's wrong with that?"

"I think she may be smarter than you think, Barbara."

They agreed not to make any hasty decisions. Barbara didn't want to appear too anxious, and Betty wasn't sure that she could keep her panties on, not where her young niece was concerned at least.

* * * * *

Jennifer actually skipped down the street to the school bus stop. She couldn't wait to tell her friend Sarah Buckley that her Aunt Betty was here for a visit. Sarah was her very best friend, and she knew that Sarah would be happy for her.

There were several other kids waiting at the bus stop, so Jennifer took Sarah aside to tell her about her Aunt Betty. "She touches me," Jennifer whispered.

"What does she touch?" Sarah asked.

"You know, she touches me down there."

"Your pussy? She does not! You're fibbn' Jennifer Cox."

"Does too, Sarah Buckley, you don't know. She did it last night `cause she loves me."

The bus pulled up and the doors opened. Jennifer took Sarah's hand and led her to the empty seats in the back of the bus. Jennifer glanced about to be sure that no one was looking, then placed her hand on Sarah's lap over her pussy. "She touched me here, `cept I didn't have no panties on."

"You were naked?" Sarah asked, suddenly believing her friend.

"Uh huh, my pussy was, but I had my nightgown on."

"Wow! What did it feel like?"

"It made me get wet. I think I even peed a little."

"Cool. Maybe we could go to the school lavatory and you could show me."

"Do you wanna? For real? Miss Kneeshaw won't let us go together, but we can do it at lunch time."

* * * * *

Sarah Buckly felt as if it took the classroom clock an hour to tick of a minute. The anticipation was killing her. She had of course touched her own pussy, but she had never had anyone else touch it for her—especially no grown up, no Aunt for sure. Jennifer Cox had to be the luckiest girl in the whole world.

Jennifer Cox did suddenly believe today that, she was the luckiest girl in the world. When she was about six, her mom and Aunt Betty got into some kind of fight, and her Aunt left. She loved Aunt Betty very much. Her Aunt started touching her when she was about five, and also taught her how to touch herself so that it felt really good, and how to make her Aunt feel good by touching her too. Aunt Betty taught her lots of stuff that she was just now starting to remember now that Aunt Betty was back. And now, she could teach Sarah just in case Aunt Betty left again.

Jennifer, like Sarah, began to believe that the lunch bell would never ring. She and Sarah could just pop in to the girls' lavatory on the way to the cafeteria and do stuff. If they hurried, they should have time to do it, and still have time to have lunch. She didn't even care if they didn't have time for lunch just so they had time to do it.

Both girls jumped when the lunch bell rang, and they wanted to dash out of the room and run to the lavatory, but Jennifer decided that they should hang back, and get on the end of the line, so they could just slip into the lavatory without being seen.

The lavatory was empty, but Jennifer didn't really expect anyone to be in there during the lunch/recess hour. She suddenly felt very proud and excited that she worked out a plan that worked. The girls moved to the last stall on the far end of the lavatory and opened the door. There would be time for one of them to get up on the toilet seat if they heard anyone come in, so there would only be one set of legs showing below the stall.

Both girls suddenly became nervous. Sarah asked, "Should we take off our panties?"

Jennifer shrugged her shoulders, "Yeah, I guess we gotta."

"Are you gonna look?" Sarah asked.

"How am I gonna play with your pussy if I don't look?"

"Oh—yeah," Sarah said, then reached under her skirt, pushed her panties down to the floor and stepped out of them.

Jennifer did the same. She held her panties out to Sarah and said, "Let's exchange panties, okay."

Sarah had no idea why Jennifer wanted to do that, but she agreed and handed her panties to Jennifer. She wanted to do anything that would delay this whole thing. It wasn't that she didn't want to do it, but wasn't sure how, or who went first.

Jennifer slowly, hesitatingly, reached out and touched Sarah's vaginal crease and ran her finger along it.

Sarah, for the lack of anything better to do, did the same.

Jennifer opened her legs and bent them at the knees. She took Sarah's hand and positioned her finger at the opening of her pussy and began to thrust her hips. "Push it in, push it in," she moaned, bucking her hips.

Sarah caught on quickly and began to fuck her young friend's pussy with her finger. Jennifer threw her arms around Sarah's neck and kissed her, hard and wet, like Aunt Betty had kissed her.

Again, Sarah caught on quickly and began to suck on Jennifer's tongue as she'd seen on TV and the movies. Jennifer fell back against the wall of the narrow stall for support as her vaginal juices seeped from her pussy. She clenched her buttocks in an unsuccessful attempt to stem the flow of what she was sure was an orgasm.

Jennifer cursed the narrow space, wishing she could lie with her young friend and make mad passionate love to her. Determined to have Sarah experience what she just had, she told Sarah to stand on the toilet and open her legs so she could lick her clit and give her what Jennifer knew would be Sarah's very first orgasm.

Sarah did as told. She stood on the toilet seat and leaned back against the rear wall of the stall, precariously balanced with one foot on the toilet seat, the other thrown over Jennifer's shoulder, her pussy pressed against Jennifer's face. Jennifer was surprised to see that she didn't need instructions on this. There was something about a wet pussy in your face that made it all automatic. Her tongue knew instinctively where to go, what to do, and how to do it as she performed her first truly lesbian act.

Sarah had to chew on Jennifer's panties to keep from crying out as her fluids emptied into Jennifer's mouth.

* * * * *

Jennifer went to bed early, wearing Sarah's panties. She believed that what she'd done with Sarah made her a true lesbian, but she wanted to talk with Aunt Betty about that. And she couldn't wait to tell Aunt Betty about what she and Sarah had done, about how she worked out the lavatory thing just like a big girl would.

She knew that Aunt Betty would get up off the sofa and come to her as soon as Mom went to sleep, but she couldn't figure out why Mom wasn't asleep yet.

As Jennifer lay there tossing and turning, waiting for Aunt Betty, she could hear talking coming from her mom's room, mostly whispers, and some other strange sounds. She thought she heard her mom's bed squeak, and something that sounded like moans like Sarah made before she put the panties in her mouth.

Curiosity got the best of her and she left her bed and went to Mom's room. Mom was on the bottom and Aunt Betty was on top, and they were doing what Jennifer did to Sarah.

"Hey you guys," Jennifer said.

Mom screamed and sat up in the bed. Aunt Betty reached out and pulled Jennifer onto the bed, laying her between her and Mom. "Barbara Cox, meet your daughter," Aunt Betty said.

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