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New Family Tradition: Lezmas Eve

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Summary: Cousins learn of their moms' incestuous past... and present.

Thanks to Rebecca the famous artist whose artwork inspired and was used for this new series. Especially her series 'Housewives at Play', 'Teens at Play' and 'Hot Moms'. Thank you for access to your entire book catalogue as well as your website for this massive series. Also, thanks for the dialogue from an older comic of Rebecca's that is used as the basis of the plot for the final encounter.

Note 1: This is a Christmas 2015 Contest Story so please vote.

Note 2: Thanks to Robert, Wayne and goamz86.

New Family Tradition: Lezmas Eve

Every year since I can remember we have taken pictures as a family in Christmas costumes. We have done everything imaginable, from baby Jesus, to characters from the movie Elf, to awkward reindeer costumes, to ugly Christmas sweaters... just to name a few.

It was usually the three of us, Mom, Dad and I (me being the only child), but this year due to a snow storm my dad was stranded in Buffalo, having visited my great-nana before Christmas as we were heading for Hawaii the day after Christmas (when flights dropped drastically in price).

So Mom invited my cousin, Tara, who was literally the sister I never had over for the Christmas Eve tradition. I was three weeks older than Tara, although most thought she was older than me.

Mom came into my bedroom carrying bags and said, "Here are the costumes."

"What are we this year?" I asked, Mom always keeping the costumes under wraps (hahaha pun intended).

"Oh, I thought outside the box," she smiled.

"Then why are you carrying bags?" I joked.

"Kylie," she sighed, "you are always trying to be funny."

"I try," I shrugged.

"You should stop," Mom said playfully. "Your father is the funny one."

Tara quipped, "Oh, Kylie is very funny. For example, she thinks she has a love life."

"I do," I countered, "it's the vibrator Mom bought me for my 18th birthday."

"I still can't believe you bought your daughter a vibrator, Aunt Sophia," Tara said, often telling me she wished her mom was as cool as mine.

It was hard to argue. My mom is really cool. Besides buying me a vibrator on my 18th birthday, she was very supportive when I told her I was a lesbian. She did joke she still expected me to get pregnant and fat, because she did for me. That said, at eighteen, I had very limited experience with women.

My first time was actually with Mrs. Waddington who I was babysitting for. She was going through a divorce, and came home quite drunk.

I was getting ready to leave when she said, all dramatic, "My life is pathetic."

"No its not," I said, trying to be nice.

"I couldn't even get laid at a bar full of frat boys," she sighed. "I'm apparently ancient."

I consoled her. "No you're not. You are still a very pretty woman." Even though I wasn't sure I was a lesbian yet, I knew I was attracted to women, especially older women, and she was one of my fantasies I thought about while using my vibrator.

"You think so?" she asked, looking at me.

"I know so," I continued. "Boys are stupid."

"Men are worse," she countered, moving to me.

I felt a shift in the room. I felt my pussy tingle. I felt her look deep inside me.

She said, "You have a crush on me, don't you?"

I could feel my cheeks go red. Yet, no words escaped my lips.

She smiled, her hand going under my skirt. "I'll take the silence and the sudden redness of your cheeks as a yes."

I moaned the instant her hand slid underneath my panties.

"You're quite wet," she purred as she kissed me.

I was paralyzed with indecision. Yet, after a moment, I returned the kiss, her lips so soft and tender, unlike the few boys I had kissed. I had sucked three cocks and been fingered twice and each of those encounters had done nothing for me.

Yet this kiss and her finger slowly teasing my pussy lips had my knees week and my head light.

Breaking the kiss, she said, "Get undressed, Kylie, I want to see that young ripe body of yours."

"Okay," I nodded, not hesitating at all. The kiss felt so natural and I had fantasies that went just like this. As I got undressed, Mrs. Waddington took her skirt off too... and then her panties.

Once I was naked, she knelt in front of me and asked, "Every had your pussy licked?"

"No," I said, each guy saying it was gross, which was ironic because so was sucking their sweaty, dirty dicks.

"Oh my," she said. "Then get ready to have your world rocked."

Before I could respond, she leaned in and began licking my pussy. I literally saw fireworks as one of my biggest fantasies came true and my questioning of my own sexuality made sense with one intimate kiss, one sweet lick down below. I moaned, "Oh my God."

"You taste so sweet, Kylie," she purred, as she continued licking me.

"I can't believe this is happening," I said, my orgasm building very quickly.

"Do you want me to stop?" she asked.

"God, no," I said with urgency.

She laughed softly, as she said, "I've known you wanted me for a while, my dear. I just wasn't sure how to get you naked."

"You should have just asked," I joked, even as my moans increased.

"May I lick your pussy, baby, until you come all over my face?" she asked.

"God, yes," I moaned, her words and tongue getting me close to eruption in less than two minutes.

She suddenly moved to my clit and flicked it with her tongue.

That was all it took. I barely held back a scream as the most intense orgasm of my young life flooded out of me.

"So yummy," she purred, as she licked and licked my pussy as my cum leaked out of me.

Once done, she stood up and kissed me again.

I apologized, "Sorry, I came faster than a guy."

She shrugged, as she hopped up onto a table and spread her legs, "I doubt I'll last much longer. I've wanted your pretty face buried between my legs for a long time."

"Really?" I asked.

"Yes," she nodded. "Now come and taste my honey."

I didn't need to be told twice. I moved between her legs, dropped to my knees and stared at her completely shaved pussy. I wondered instantly if I should shave mine. I took a deep breath, surprised by the exotic scent that exuded from her pussy.

She purred, "Go ahead, my dear, lick my pussy."

I said, staring at her pussy, "I can't believe we are doing this."

"I can't believe we have wasted all those times we both wanted to munch on each other's pussies," she replied, as she grabbed my head and guided me the last couple of inches and helped me cross the line from straight to, well, not straight.

I extended my tongue and licked.

One lick and every last lingering doubt of whether or not I was a lesbian was answered. All my insecurities around boys and lack of attraction made sense. Her taste was perfection.

I was a lesbian.

I licked tentatively at first, unsure what I was doing.

I explored her pussy with my focus and curiosity. I was Lara Croft: Pussy Raider and I had found my purpose in life. I was Indiana Moans and I had indeed found the arc of the cunt-venant.

I took my time both because I was tentative and inexperienced, but also because I did not want this moment to end.

Her moans slowly increased as I licked her growing wetness, a chill going up my spine with each moan and whimper that escaped her lips.

She whispered, "You're a natural pussy pleaser, Kylie." As I moved up towards her swollen clit, she added, "Now get me off. Suck on my clit like I did yours."

"Okay," I nodded, as I tried to replicate what she had done to me.

"That's it, baby, suck on my clit. Put it between those pretty lips and tug on it."



I obeyed and was rewarded a little while later with an abundance of her cum. And if I thought her pussy tasted good before, well, her full flood of pussy juice was bursting with flavour and had me instantly addicted.

From that evening on, I regularly came over to lick Mrs. Waddington. On occasion she licked me in return, but usually it was a one way street.

Knowing I was, without a doubt, a lesbian, everything changed. At school, I slyly checked out my peers, and crushed heavily on a pretty brunette and Tara's best friend Kimberly and also tried not to drool over the cheerleaders in their short skirts.

That said, most of my naughty fantasies involved more mature women.

Whether it be Mrs. Walker, my English teacher, who was so sexy and sweet and yet exuded a sexuality about her that had my panties damp every day in class.



Or Mrs. Abberhammer, who was a British woman with a sexy accent for whom I babysat on occasion, and who dressed every day in dresses and heels.



It got so bad that every woman I saw, I wondered what their pussy tasted like. Do they all taste alike?

I spent every night rubbing myself at the thought of pleasuring pussy. Not surprisingly, I even envisioned slight bondage. Being tied up and forced to please.



Christmas holidays had officially begun and Aunt Debbie was at my house helping wrap presents. Tara was gone for one last basketball tournament before Christmas, and Mom and Dad were at a Christmas party.

I enjoyed spending time with my aunt, who was usually very blunt, unlike my rather conservative mother (other than buying me that vibrator for my eighteenth birthday... actually, ever since I'd turned eighteen Mom, had been acting different).

"So, got a boyfriend?" Aunt Debbie asked.

"Not really," I answered, not wanting to tell her I was no longer interested in boys.

"Not really?" she questioned. "It was kind of a yes or no question."

"Well, then no," I said.

"Why not?" she asked.

"They're too much work," I answered, which was definitely true.

"Now that is the truest thing I've ever heard," she agreed.

I knew that Aunt Debbie had not dated a man in forever, Uncle Joey having left her a few years ago. I said, "I'm sure there are great guys out there."

"For me?" she scoffed.

"Of course, Auntie," I said, before adding, "you're a very beautiful woman."

"I agree completely," she smiled, before adding, "You know I'm a lesbian, don't you?"

"What? No!" I said, surprised, although that would explain the fact I had never seen or heard her with another guy. I did recall her bringing a friend to a Halloween party and they were dressed as salt and salt. Suddenly, it was obvious.

"You're so cute in your innocence," she laughed.

"I'm not so innocent," I countered, always hating when people thought I was just a goody goody.

"Do tell," she said, looking at me with curiosity.

I realized I had said too much. I shrugged, "You know, just the usual."

"When I was in high school, the usual was jerking guys off," she said, "and munching cunt."

My face went beet red at Auntie's use of the 'c' word as I gasped, "Auntie!"

She looked at me for a minute and then bluntly asked, "Are you a lesbian, Kylie?"

"Pardon?" I asked, even though I had definitely heard the question.

"Do you munch cunt?" she bluntly asked, which was so out of character for her.

"Auntie!" I gasped again, still shocked by her question and her vulgar language.

"Kylie," she said. "It was a simple yes or no question. Do you like girls? Pussy? Cunt?"

"I can't believe you're asking me this," I said.

"It's okay if you are," she said. "It's also 2015 so you don't have to hide it like I did all those years. You shouldn't go around eating sausage if you prefer fish."

"Oh my God, Auntie," I said, shocked by the entire conversation.

"So, do you like sausage or fish?" she asked.

I decided to answer as vaguely as possible, while still answering, "I'm not a big fan of sausage."

"You've had sausage?" she asked.

"A few," I admitted. "They were not to my liking."

"And fish?" she questioned. "Have you had fish?"

I couldn't believe I was telling my auntie this, but I nodded, "Yes, I have had fish."

"Was it good?" she questioned.

"It is definitely my preferred choice," I answered, figuring I may as well be upfront.

"I knew it," she nodded. "Come with me."

"Where?" I asked.

"Just come," she said, annoyed by my questions.

"Fine," I said, following her out of curiosity.

She led me into my room and asked, "Have you been fucked by a guy yet?"

"What?" I asked.

"Did a car park in your garage?" she asked.

"What?" I asked, confused.

Did a penis enter your vagina?" she bluntly asked.

"No," I answered.

"Get undressed," she ordered.

"What?" I asked, stunned by her order.

"Now!" she demanded.

"But, I...." began to protest, but she cut me off.

"Kylie Jasmine Martin," Aunt Debbie said, raising her voice just like my mom did when she was annoyed at me.

Before I knew it I was naked; confused, naked and kinda horny.

"I can't have my niece going into the world of lesbianism without some practical first-hand experience," she said, as she went to my night stand and pulled out my vibrator.

I wondered how she would even know it was there. She asked, "So the only person who has used this on you is you?"

"Of course," I nodded, thinking that was pretty obvious.

"Get on your knees," she ordered.

"Auntie this is wrong," I protested. Although my auntie was hot and definitely someone I would be sexually attracted to if she wasn't my aunt, this felt weird.

"I'm just going to teach you how to pleasure a woman," she said. "It would be irresponsible to allow you to go out and about without some experience."

"I have some experience," I pointed out.

"How many pussies have you munched on?" she asked, the sausage and fish analogy apparently over with.

"One," I answered, "but a few times."

"Has she done you too?" Auntie asked.

"A couple times," I answered, not sure why I was being so honest in this surreal conversation or why I was standing naked in front of my aunt.

"And have you used any toys during these rendezvous?' she questioned, as she turned the vibrator on, while moving directly in front of me.

Although I was overwhelmed with the surreal situation, I could feel pussy juice actually leak slightly down my leg.

"No," I admitted.

"Well, a woman needs to be able to use a variety of methods to please another woman," she said. "Now get on all fours and don't make me tell you a third time."

I reluctantly obeyed, my mind arguing with what was happening, even as my body argued to just let go and enjoy myself. After a pause I obeyed.

"Good girl," she purred, her hands squeezing my ass.

My body stiffened as my head was muddled with confusion.

"Your ass is as perfect as your mother's," she said, as her finger moved to my pussy.

My eyes went big; my body quivered; yet, I moaned.

"You know, your mom and I have been munching each other's cunts for years," she revealed, as she slid my vibrator inside me.

"Whaaaaaat?" I asked with a loud moan.

"Your mom is a great pussy pleaser," Aunt Debbie continued.

"No way," I said, looking back at her, even as she began fucking me, and we both willingly committed an act of incest.



"She was between my legs earlier today," she revealed, shock compounding shock, as she picked up the pace.

"Oh, God," I moaned, both from another revelation and from the intense fucking I was receiving... from my Aunt.

"Come for your auntie, my dear," she purred, kissing my ass cheeks while she pumped the buzzing toy in and out of me.

My breathing got heavy and I reached the quickest orgasm in my life as I screamed, "Oh shit, yes!"

As my body quaked with euphoria, Aunt Debbie pulled the toy out and said, "Let's keep this secret between you and me."

"You and Mom really have sex?" I asked, a minute later, once my orgasm finally began to fade away.

"For years," she nodded.

"I can't believe it," I said.



I watched Auntie put the vibrator in her mouth as she sucked off my juice. She smiled, "Mmmmm, I may have to taste this directly from the source one day soon."

That one day actually happened half an hour later, after I had brought her off twice, once with my tongue and once with my vibrator.

I agreed to keep this secret, but it hadn't left my mind since. Every time I looked at my mom, I thought to myself: she eats out Auntie. Every time I talked to her, I thought to myself: she eats out Auntie.

Mom said, "Your mother should have bought you one, too."

"She is way too much a prude for that," Tara countered.

"Oh, your mother has a lot of sides to her," Mom said, before adding, "Now put the costumes on and come downstairs."

As I got undressed, I was again unable to push the visual out of my head. My Mom ate Auntie's pussy. I ate Auntie's pussy. Auntie had eaten mine.



"I think my Mom is pretty black and white," Tara said, once we were alone and getting undressed.

I couldn't help but disagree. "Oh, I bet she has a naughty side."

"That I would love to see," Tara scoffed, as she went to take off her shirt.

"Your Mom used to be eighteen too," I pointed out.

"I like to think the only time she had sex was to produce pretty ole' me," she said, doing a spin now completely naked.

We had seen each other naked many times, but this was the first time since I had had sex with her mother. I couldn't help but wonder what it would be like to taste her. Would she have a different taste than her mother?

"Maybe she was a wild slut like you," I quipped. "Like seriously, do you ever wear underwear?"

"Once a month," she shrugged, before adding, "and what are you talking about? You're not wearing panties either."

I shrugged, "I'm trying to discover my own wild side."

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