The month at Aunt Janet's house went quicker than I had hoped. I had spent the month as my Aunt's lover, and I worried about what would become of our relationship when Mom came to pick me up.
Aunt Janet opened my eyes to a world I never even knew existed. She bought me my first vibrator, introduced me to latex clothing, and even brought me to my first sex party.
I missed Mom but didn't know how I could return to the vanilla world Mom forced me into, especially now that I knew the whole reason Mom pulled away from her sister was that they were lovers.
I knew I needed to do something to change the family dynamics before I left my Aunt's house.
"Would it be okay if I asked Mom to stay with us for a week before she takes me home?" I asked Aunt Janet.
"Are you sure that is a good idea?" Aunt Janet asked while she ran her hands over my body.
"It is important to me that the two of you reconnect," I insisted.
Aunt Janet paused momentarily, took a deep breath, and looked me in the eyes, "Then let's make this happen."
"I love you, Aunt Janet. Just know that I never would do anything to hurt you," I said, kissing her passionately on her supple lips.
I wanted to show Aunt Janet just how much I loved her. I glided down her trim body, leaving a trail of kisses along the way.
"Britney," Aunt Janet moaned as I spread her legs and kissed her inner thighs.
All I wanted at that moment was to demonstrate my love for my Aunt. I slipped my hands under Aunt Janet's ass and pulled her smooth pussy toward my lips.
I blew warm air around her smooth vulva, giving her goosebumps.
"That feels good, sweetie," Aunt Janet purred, her hands slipping through my brown hair.
I spread her labia and saw how wet my Aunt was already. I stuck out my tongue and took my first lick of the night. The first lick was always my favorite. That first taste of pussy inevitably awoke a hunger in me that was almost impossible to control. As I continued to lap up and down the slick folds of Aunt Janet's pussy, her moans filled my ears.
"Eat my pussy!" Aunt Janet screamed as I brought my tongue to her clit.
With a little pressure, I pressed my tongue into her clit, making circles with my greedy tongue. Aunt Janet's body squirmed underhand. I grabbed her ass hard, holding her vulva up against my lips.
Aunt Janet's pussy got wetter and wetter as I tongued her clit. With my right hand, I reached for her tits and joined her fingers, teasing and pulling at her sensitive nipples.
"Brit!" Aunt Janet screamed as her body trembled in my arms, orgasming.
I sweetly kissed her with my pussy juice-covered lips and pulled our blanket over us. The love between us was palpable as we went to sleep.
I spent the next several days planning what to wear when Mom arrived. I wanted to show her that I had changed and felt freer to show my body off, but I also didn't want to give her a heart attack.
Searching through my closet, I found a black halter top that showed off my defined shoulders and back. The top clung to me, showing off my ample chest and tight core. I matched it with blue jeans that looked practically painted on.
I did my makeup in an understated way, making my eyes pop and my lips shimmer. I pulled my shiny brown hair back into a high pony, exposing my neck.
Standing in front of the mirror, I couldn't help but feel a rush of excitement. I knew my outfit would make a statement, but I wasn't sure how Mom would react. Part of me worried she would disapprove of my clothing choice, but another part wanted to push the boundaries even further.
Aunt Janet gave me a quick once-over and nodded in approval. "You look amazing, Britney. Your Mom won't know what hit her."
As we awaited Mom's arrival, I couldn't help but feel nervous. I kept checking myself in the mirror, ensuring everything was still in place.
When Mom finally arrived, I greeted her in the driveway. She looked up and saw me, and her face lit up with a smile.
"Britney, you look so grown up!" she exclaimed as she hugged me.
I could tell she was a little taken aback by my outfit, but she didn't say anything negative. We made small talk as I helped her carry her bags into Aunt Janet's house, but I could tell that Mom was still trying to process my new look.
Once Mom settled in, Aunt Janet offered to give her a tour of the town.
"It probably would feel good to walk around after such a long drive," Mom agreed.
We spent the afternoon walking around, taking in the sights and sounds of the small beach community.
I could feel Mom's eyes on me as we walked, silently judging me.
When we returned to the house, Aunt Janet offered to cook us dinner. As we sat down to eat, Mom finally spoke up.
"Britney, I have to say, I was a little surprised by your outfit today. It's not something I'm used to seeing you wear," she said.
I could feel myself tensing up, but Aunt Janet stepped in before I could say anything.
"I've been helping Britney embrace her own style, and I think she looks amazing," Aunt Janet said.
Mom looked a little uncomfortable, but she didn't say anything else about it. I could see the trepidation in Mom's eyes. Mom knew just how wild her sister could be, and I could tell she was worried about what kind of influence she was having on me.
We spent the rest of the evening talking and catching up, and by the time we went to bed, I felt like Mom had started to accept my new look.
The next day, Aunt Janet and I suggested taking Mom shopping to see what it was like to wear more revealing clothes. At first, Mom pushed back on the idea, but Aunt Janet was persistent.
"I think it would be a great experience for you, Gail," Aunt Janet said. "You might be surprised at how good it feels to step outside your comfort zone."
The next day, we went to the boutique Aunt Janet had taken me to, when she helped facilitate my transformation. The store specialized in a little more daring and edgy clothing than what Mom was used to wearing. It was just the type of place that Mom needed to be exposed to.
Aunt Janet and I helped Mom pick out a variety of outfits that showed off her figure in a tasteful way. We encouraged her to try things she usually wouldn't, like a pair of high-waisted shorts and a form-fitting top.
As she tried on each outfit, I could see the hesitation on her face, but Aunt Janet and I were there to offer encouragement.