Love for my mom – 2

“So, what’s this about the mirror?” Stella asked, grinning from ear to ear.

Mom and I took each one of my Aunt’s hands, and then all three of us together walked up the stairs heading into her bedroom. I was actually the one to show her what it was and how…mother had shown me. Kneeling first, spreading myself over the mirror as Stella stood behind me looking down over my shoulder. But she did a bit more than that, which surprised both mother and myself, and really got things going more or less shortly after that. She squatted down, just enough to actually straddle my shoulder.

I could feel the heat and the moisture of my Aunt’s cunt as she settled herself down, even the heady aroma of her arousal seemed to be drawn into my nose, heightening my own awareness. She rubbed herself against me like that for a moment.

The slippery, almost oil-like lubrication of her pussy smearing against my skin. I forgot all about looking in the mirror as mom now stood coming to stand around behind my aunt. Mom quickly located her sister’s breasts, cupping and caressing them while Stella continued to more or less hump my shoulder. I could feel the delicate little gold chain digging into my skin, almost teasingly. And I knew then as she did that, she was likewise digging her clit into me.

It was a simple maneuver, accomplishing what I really wanted. I merely turned. When I did, my mouth came into direct contact with my Aunt’s cunt. My tongue snaked out to flick at her rather large clitoris, far larger than either moms or mine. Unfortunately the chain seemed to be getting in the way now as I lapped away at her, causing her to laugh.

“Here,” she said, reaching down, undoing what appeared to be a tiny clasp on either side. It came away in her hand. “But…” she now said, stepping back, “Let’s take this onto the bed,” she suggested, which both mom and I were more than happy to go along with.

“Lay on your back,” she told me, “So I can sit on your face.”

“And so I can lick your pussy sweetie,” mom likewise agreed.

In moments we were doing just that. The sensation of my Aunt’s cunt over my face, my lips drawing in that incredibly long clit of hers while mom in turn lay between my legs licking me was amazing. It was hard concentrating however, getting so lost in the pleasure I was feeling, and the pleasure I was trying to give my aunt. I soon felt her shudder however, suddenly holding her breath, and then the sound of this long drawn out “oooh” sound as she came.

I quickly followed suit, mom’s talented tongue doing laps on my own clit, two fingers inside stroking what was obviously my “g” spot, though for me, it was the first time anyone had ever really done that, or managed that.

I’d always had creamy climaxes, for about as far back as I can remember. But then I felt something entirely different, unique, and downright strange. I felt like I was suddenly peeing, and even gasped, struggling to get away. Embarrassed, ashamed that I’d just peed in my own mother’s mouth, she simply smiled looking up at me licking her lips.

“You never told me you could do that,” she grinned lustfully.

“Do what?” I asked, finally spinning away to sit on the edge of the bed, somewhat mortified.

“Ejaculate like that…you know, squirt!”

“Squirt?”

“She doesn’t know!” My aunt said sitting down beside me now, her fingers automatically disappearing up inside me where they toyed briefly before coming out as she placed my own wetness against my lips. “Go on…lick them off.”

I did.

“Now…does that taste like pee to you?” She asked me.

It didn’t of course, and then she and mom both gave me a lesson in female ejaculation…squirting.

“So that really is the first time you’ve ever done that?” Mom asked me seriously. She and my aunt were both surprised at that admission, figuring that since I did tend to have very creamy orgasms, that I’d have naturally, on occasion at least…had more of the squirty kind. Even Aunt Stella did once in a while, though not always. Only usually in certain positions, and in particular whenever mom, or one of her girlfriends had massaged and fingered her own “g” spot, though she informed me then, she always managed to with mom’s “magic wand,” as she called it.

Mom had tried, but so far…without much success. Though she had noticed she usually did get a bit juicier at times, just never squirting.

“Where’s that wand of yours?” Stella now asked. “That never fails to make me squirt,” she thus informed me. “Let’s try it on Rose here, see if it does the same thing to her that it does to me.”

Once again mom got into her toy drawer and brought it out, plugging it in. She then showed me the two different speed settings. “I’d advise keeping it on the lowest one until you think you can handle the other,” she strongly urged me. “It’s a bit too intense until you’re really ready for it.”

They then had me lay back on the bed, knees bent, spread, the wand within my hands as I tested the waters so to speak. Enjoying the vibrating hum of it against my cunt, acclimating to the sensation, and eventually finding just the right spot that gave me exquisite pleasure without going overboard. And while I did that, both mom and my Aunt treated my tits to a double sucking, that merely enhanced everything else, sending almost constant jolts from my breasts all the way down my body where it took off in every direction at once upon reaching my clit.

“Oh fuck…I’m, oh my god…I’m gonna cum already!” I halfway screamed out only minutes since we’d started this. I then flipped the wand on high, which simply intensified the vibrations and sensations two fold, if not more so. That shock to my clit, to my cunt sent an explosion the likes of which I had never felt before. And with it…a gush of female lubrication that nearly tore my head off.

“Oh my! Would you look at that!” I heard Aunt Stella saying almost as though she were saying it in the next room. And then the lights went out.

**

When I basically came to my senses again minutes later, it was to the sight of something so intimate, and so beautiful that I lay there totally mesmerized. Mom and my aunt, basically fucking one another. They had gotten into what I can only describe as some sort of a scissors embrace, one leg over and under the others.