My Hot Demonic Aunt's Vacation: Episode Three
I waited until late afternoon, then gathered my courage to tell Mom everything about what our demonic aunt had done to me and my little brother.
I only hoped she’d believe me and not think it was some sick story I’d made up just because I didn’t like her.
As I approached Mom’s room, I heard some kind of noise, like bed creaking. The closer I got, the more I noticed faint moans.
Mom’s door was wide open, which struck me as odd. I peeked in and was completely stunned by the sight.
There was our aunt, lying on top of Mom in her bed, fingering her pussy while biting her neck.
Mom glanced at me; it was clearly embarrassing for her to be seen like this, and she blushed deeply, but she kept moaning.
Our aunt turned toward me too, a devilish grin spreading across her face. She pulled her sticky fingers out of Mom’s pussy and beckoned me closer.
Worried about Mom, I walked over and asked our aunt what the hell she was doing to her.
As it turned out, this wasn’t the first time she’d gone after Mom. Ever since they were little, she’d often aroused her like this, saying she just wanted to be a good big sister and give pleasure to her little sibling.
That was it. There was no one left to turn to for help, since Mom was also a victim of this monster.
Our aunt wouldn’t let me slip from her claws. Instead of letting me leave, she demanded something else: she wanted me to crawl between Mom’s thighs and pleasure her with my tongue.
I said no—what else could I say?—but she threatened that my little brother would suffer if I didn’t, and I wanted to protect him at all costs, especially after what had happened around noon.
Mom lay naked in bed, a blanket covering her beautiful breasts, her delicate pussy right there in front of me, wet. I knew it wasn’t right, but I couldn’t help it—it turned me on.
No matter how arousing Mom’s cute little pussy was, it took enormous effort to bring myself to taste it. Our aunt shoved my head in hard, and as my lips touched Mom’s pleasantly scented, wet pussy, she let out a loud moan.
I knew what I was doing was sick, but Mom enjoyed it, and I loved her so much—I wanted to give her the best.
My tongue attacked Mom’s clit faster and faster; I started using my fingers too to heighten the pleasure.
Mom just moaned louder and louder, tears streaming down her face. I don’t know if it was from ecstasy or shame, but she definitely didn’t want me to stop—she just kept stroking my head.
I must have feasted on Mom’s divine bare pussy for about ten minutes when I felt her legs tremble with orgasm, and I was thrilled.
I looked up at her from between her thighs; she stared back with tear-filled eyes and quietly thanked me for what I’d done.
Our aunt laughed satisfied behind me, praised me for being so good to her little sister, and ran her sharp nails down my back.
Revenge against our aunt was all I could think about, but for now, I had no idea how to defeat her.
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