Aunt Lida 5

After taking a sip of hot coffee, I stretched sweetly.

"Are you staying long?" I asked my mom, smiling tenderly and looking lovingly into her blue eyes.

"Oh, daughter, I don't know," Mom ran her fingers over my arm, "until they kick me out," she continued with a smile. "I'm on vacation, so I came to visit you, to see how you've settled in."

Setting the cup aside, I hugged my mom and pressed my head against her chest. I felt her gentle, caring hand stroking my back. I felt so cozy and warm.

"Sashenka, you're so beautiful and grown-up already," Mom whispered.

I closed

my eyes and felt as if I were back home, feeling small like in childhood.

"Verunchka, you bitch, haven't you forgotten your duties?" Aunt Lida's voice suddenly pulled me out of my sweet reverie.

I felt a slight tremble in Mom's body, sensed her arousal on a tactile level—no, it wasn't fear or anxiety; Mom smelled of sex, probably pheromones.

Mom took a deep breath and turned her gaze toward Auntie, slightly lifting my head from her chest.

"No, Mistress, I remember everything," Mom replied obediently and sweetly.

Aunt Lida stood at the kitchen entrance in a nightgown, under which, naturally, no underwear was visible. She smiled expectantly and looked into my eyes. Under her gaze, I straightened up and moved slightly away from Mom.

Mom gracefully slid off the chair onto the floor and approached Auntie on all fours. With her palms, she smoothed her thighs, gathering the hem of the nightgown upward toward her waist, and pressed her face close to her crotch, taking a deep breath.

My face flushed with a rush of blood, my temples pulsed, and I felt a slight tremor in my hands.

Mom, apparently sticking out her tongue, moved her head upward, licking Auntie's lips.

"Aaahhh, good morning, girls," Aunt Lida replied on an inhale.

Mom glanced back at me, making it clear what I should do. Meanwhile, she continued holding the hem of Auntie's nightgown up. As if spellbound, I got down on all fours and approached them closely. My head spun from the morning scent of Auntie's already moist vagina. Without hesitation, I kissed her pubic area and merged in a kiss with Mom.

"To the bathroom, now!" Auntie commanded.

We entered the spacious room, immediately shed our robes, and Auntie undressed too.

Mom, surveying the space, lay on her back in the bathtub itself and placed her head on the seat, opening her mouth wide. Auntie mounted over her, spreading her thighs wide, and began massaging her lower abdomen.

I watched raptly as the small lips of Auntie's vulva stretched and contracted. Mom began working her tongue, licking the edges of the vaginal entrance.

"Ooooh," Auntie moaned lengthily, and a golden shower began to flow from her in a thin stream.

Mom placed her palms under Aunt Lida's thighs and moved her head slightly, catching the stream.

"Aaahhh yes, my little toilet," Auntie patted Mom's cheek.

The pressure increased; the stream of urine was already flooding Mom's throat, and she tried to swallow it all.

I watched as if spellbound; my legs trembled treacherously, and my lower abdomen tightened.

"Oooh," I moaned with just my lips and slipped a finger into my vagina, beginning to tease myself.

Closing my eyes, I only heard Auntie's moans and sighs of relief and the gurgling of urine in Mom's throat.

"Aaahmmm, Verochka, my girl, tidy up my pussy, lick it all clean."

"Mmmmm," I heard the smacking sounds of Mom's mouth, licking and kissing Aunt Lida's pussy.

"So this is what you're up to," Alina Romanovna's voice pulled me out of my sweet reverie.

Aunt Lida, on legs trembling from tension, climbed down to the floor and, immediately removing and handing me her white lace thong, was replaced by the demonic one.

Gratefully accepting the panties, I pressed the gusset to my face and took a deep breath of the mistress's nighttime aroma. My head spun.

"Aaahhh," I teased my hole faster.

Mom obediently and with obvious pleasure licked the mistress's lips, sucked her clitoris, and then she opened her mouth wide to receive the morning toilet.

The demonic one strained slightly and, relaxing with a moan, released a vigorous stream.

"Aaaggggllll," came from Mom's throat.

I had already half-stuffed the mistress's panties into my mouth and, overwhelmed with arousal, teased my clitoris.

"Bitch," the demonic one's voice pulled me out of my blissful oblivion, "the toilet is waiting for you," she continued, standing up and moving away from Mom.

My and Mom's gazes met. I felt a mix of arousal and disbelief at what was happening.

"Come on, my girl," the mistress urged me.

Mom nodded at me with her eyes and opened her mouth, covering her lower lip with her tongue.

As if in a dream, I climbed into the bathtub and stood, bending my legs over Mom's face.

My thighs trembled from tension, and I felt Mom's little tongue on my anus and then between my lips.

My arousal was off the charts; an incredible languor tightened my lower abdomen, and I surrendered to this wave of pleasure.

Alina Romanovna took my face from below with her fingers and pressed her pubic area against me.

In a semi-trance, I began licking her pussy, wet with urine. Immediately, I felt how sweetly Auntie's fingers squeezed the stones of my swollen nipples.

Mom continued licking my clitoris, and unable to hold back, I began releasing the moisture accumulated overnight.

"Oooohhh," I exhaled lengthily into the mistress's pussy and completely relaxed, showering Mom's face and chest.

Mom moved her head, offering her face under my stream, and teased her clitoris with her fingers. She was already moaning loudly and, arching into a bridge, shuddered violently with her whole body.

And then my thighs trembled finely, and more on a mental level, I was approaching orgasm.

"Aaaaa," Alina Romanovna cried out loudly and pressed my mouth tighter.

Her legs trembled; she came, swaying her hips.

I howled and, trembling all over, began to come simultaneously with Mom.

The demonic one, offering her hand, helped me out of the bathtub and turned on the shower, directing the spray at Mom to wash away the traces of the morning toilet.

"Girls, let's go drink coffee," Aunt Lida appeared in the bathroom doorway, "I baked a delicious cake last night."