The Swap Shop

by Androgyne

Since my friend Stam wrote me and Carol into his "Anne Marie in Los Angeles" stories I've decided to give you readers a ( fictional of course ) taste of what happens when my niece and I got back to England and got to hankering after some variety like we had in the States. Ideally you should read Stam's stories first so you know where you stand with "Swap Shop".

Slowly drawing my tongue across Carol’s tender labia I feel her body shudder and tense as she takes a deep breath which raises her small but firm breasts into sharp outline.

Her pink nipples are swollen with passion and her creamy juices are flowing freely from her parted pussy lips. This will be her third orgasm but she shows no sign of tiring. She’s made me climax twice and as I rouse her again I’m rousing myself!

I can feel my clit free itself from its hood and little sparks flaring throughout my entire vagina. Driving my stiffened tongue tip onto Carol’s inner lips, which are hot and silky with her creamy secretions, I quickly slip three fingers inside her and stretch her tight pussy a little more. As I work her slowly towards what should be another volcanic cum her plump and curvy body arches and her words are torn from her.

“Oh God Lesley I’m cumming again, again, now; NOW!”

My mouth is plastered to her pulsing flesh so her spurt of love juice enters my willing mouth and I savour it like a fine wine. Now she thinks I’ve finished with her I use my lesbian skills and work her clitoris with my lips and tongue when she least expects it.

Her body bucks and she screams as she cums just seconds after her last eruption, her thighs lock hard around my head as she writhes out a massive orgasm.

Raising my head I stare proudly down at the moaning form of my niece as she lies slumped on my rumpled and cum soaked bed. Barely two months ago she was just my niece now she’s my niece and my lover.

Since we met Connie in L.A. while on holiday and she introduced us to all those marvellous ladies and girls Carol has come a long way sexually. I’ve been with her every step of the way and we’ve been a revelation to each other.

“Oh Auntie Lesley that was fantastic! Can you manage another? I’ve got to take care ‘cos you’re not as young as you used to be but I’ll make you cum again if you’re up to it.”

Her impish face is showing a huge grin and I love my niece both as my lover and a family member.

“I’ll show you who is too old missy!”

Raising myself I straddle her face with my thighs and lower my throbbing pussy onto her ready mouth, lips, and tongue.

“As hard as you like love, make me cum fast and you don’t need to be gentle with your old aunt.”

Clasping her hands onto my hips she probes my labia and then goes right for my clit, thrashing it with her tongue while it’s captured between her soft, pink, lips. Throwing back my head I grab my pear shaped breasts and twist my protruding nipples while savouring Carol’s expert loving.

My thighs are trembling and my belly flexes as Carol takes me to the heights again. My pussy explodes once more and I manage one more squirt which drenches Carol’s upturned face with my hot juices.

I’m still prone and breathing hard when Carol slips into the crook of my arm and snuggles up against me, nestling her head upon the pillow of my breasts.

“Oh Auntie Les I’ve missed this so much. I wish mum would let me spend more time with you but as dad’s getting over the accident she wants me at home to help around the house now he’s home from the hospital.”

I stroke her silky brown hair as I carefully choose my words.

“I know petal, we had such an amazing time in The States and I can’t believe we’ve only been back a couple of months.”

“Auntie Les d’you know what I miss so much? Its so cool doing it with you, you know, the sex; I mean making love with you….”

Her voice trails off but I know exactly what she’s trying to say to me.

“You and me both love; you’re missing the girls just like I am. Connie, Anne Marie, Trisha and Brandi; and Vicky’s a kind and wonderful woman. What we both want and need is lots of variety again but maybe I’m close to the answer to that.”

Rolling my niece over I land an affectionate and noisy though almost painless slap on her round little rear!

“Come on love it’s the shower for the two of us, we look like some-one’s spray gunned us with pussy cream and we smell like a whore house. Not that I’ve ever been in a whore house mind you sweetheart!”

After a red hot shower and a little judicious body spray we are spotless and sweet smelling enough for me to pop Carol into my car and run her the few miles to my sister’s home and drop her there. Along the way I promise I’ll keep her in the loop about the rumour I’m trying to track down on the internet.

My sister Diane is preoccupied with her husband, Barry, but pecks me on the cheek and asks if Carol’s enjoyed her visit with her aunt. Jesus yes! Carol enjoyed it but Diane will never know what she enjoyed so much!

When I get back home I head right for my bedroom and strip off in front of my wardrobe mirror. If the rumour proves true I want to be certain I’m still up to doing what we’ll be doing. My reflection looks back at me and I grudgingly admit that Connie never lied when I asked her what she saw in a fifty something lady like me.

She told me I was one sexy old dame and she smiled when she said it but she meant it and proved it in bed over and over again!

I weigh myself up. Five foot six and solidly built, full and pear shaped breasts with spectacular nipples. I work hard in the gym and it shows though no matter how hard you work you can’t keep aging totally at bay. There’s a little sag to my boobs though they’re still good enough to get admiring glances from men, and those ladies who share my preferences.

My belly’s not flabby it’s curved, but at my age I’ll never get the ridged stomach of a young athlete, mind you there’s only a thin layer of fat over taut muscle.

My legs are still my best point, long for my height and still slender and well shaped, rounded thighs blending down to smooth calves. My shaven pussy has neat and close clasped labia and looks damn fine to me, and a fair number of other ladies lately!

Okay I’ll pass muster if I can follow the trail I’ve been sniffing after for a week or two. I’ve heard rumours but just yesterday I got a promise from somebody that they could link me up to the ones I want to meet.

I first met her as I’ve met so many people; via the internet. She was on the “Toygirl” forum, it’s all for ladies like her and me who lust after young nymphs just like my niece. Her forum name was “Siren” and it was her sense of humour and the fact we shared a taste for the same body types of little ladies that brought us together. First I sent her forum messages then we swapped Email addresses and we got pretty thick together.

We talk dirty to each other a lot and have a real giggle now we’re on MSN and Skype. Lately though she’s been hinting that there’s something she’s planning to tell me that she’s certain I’d be interested in; tonight I think she’s ready to open up when we talk on Messenger. I’m restless and on edge until her call flashes up on my laptop.

“Hi Sharon what’s this deep secret you’re thinking about letting me in on?”

“Lesley I’ve got to know you really well and I’m sure by now that you’d be interested in this club I’m a member of. It’s an internet thing but first I’ve got to ask you something. I know you’re not a mother but have you a little hottie that you can call your daughter?”

Well I haven’t a daughter but Carol’s as hot in bed as a firecracker so I’ll be honest with Sharon.

“Sharon I trust you with anything so I’ll tell you I spent all this afternoon fucking my niece and she’s just too sexy to be true. She could be my daughter as far as anyone but you’d know. Now come clean and tell me all.”

“Okay sweetie it’s called the “Swap Shop” and it links up lesbian mothers and daughters who want to swap with other mothers and daughters to make their sex lives even better. You know I’m divorced and I live with my daughter Libby, she’s almost thirteen and we’ve been with “Swap Shop” since she was ten. It’s hard to get into but I can give you a contact phone number and if you pass the vetting you give them my name and you can tell them I’ll recommend you personally.”

This is what I’ve been searching for in the last months and now I’m on the edge of it!

“You understand don’t you Lesley that we all have to be so careful. If the authorities or the police got wind of us there’d be hell to pay. I’ll give you the number, ring tomorrow to start the ball rolling and the “Swap Shop” people will take it from there.”

She gives me the number, it’s a cell phone number, and I’ll bet it’s a pay as you go that can’t be traced. If it became too well known they’d throw it away and buy a new one then pass the new number to existing members. Sharon and I go back to our usual sexy chat after this and when we sign off I thank her and promise her I won’t let her down with her contacts.

Next morning, after breakfast, I pick up my phone and call the number. I’ve recently lost my job after years with the same firm which is how I could take Carol off to America for a month without using my whole year’s holiday allowance up. This also means I’m home with lots of time to myself.

I hear the ring tone for so long I’m about to hang up when she answers. Her voice is precise and she speaks BBC Standard English with no trace of an accent to give me any clue about what part of Britain she comes from.

“Hello if you’ve been given this number then we both know why you’re ringing. This is the one we give members who want to recruit or recommend new members to us. Are you prepared to do just what I ask and tell you to?”

“Of course Ms….”

She presses on as though she’s not heard the question of her name being raised.

“Are you willing to give me your name, address, and a contact phone number so we can positively vet you? We have resources to check whether you’re genuine or not and if you’re trying to entrap us.”

I give her my real details.

“Ms Lesley Carr, 92 Saint Anne’s Crescent.”

I add my postcode and rattle off my phone number.

“Good no hesitation’s always a healthy sign Lesley now tell me how old you and your daughter are?”

Now here’s where things might get tricky. If they can really check me out they’ll know I’ve not been married and I don’t have a daughter and if I lie about my age and give them Carol’s real age they’ll be wee bit suspicious of a fifty six year old lady with a twelve year old daughter. Not impossible with today’s I.V.F. treatments but unusual. I opt for complete honesty!

“I don’t have a daughter I have a niece and we’re lovers. She’s twelve and I’m fifty six does that disqualify us?”

For a moment there’s silence but the line’s still open and I can hear her breathing.

“No it’s less common than mother and daughter but we do have aunt and niece members and even some sisters who have widely separated birth dates. We’ll contact you after we’ve checked out your background. Goodbye Ms Carr if you’re genuine you’ll hear from us soon.”

The line goes dead and I hang up my hand set and begin my wait.

It’s almost a week later when the phone rings in the early evening and I recognise the voice instantly.

“Good evening Ms Carr and congratulations. You passed the initial checks with flying colours. Over thirty years with Electrogas the power supply company before you were made redundant, no connection with the police or civil authorities and you are quietly known in the lesbian community around where you live as a good and reliable person.”

My immediate thought is that they must have some-one in the “Swap Shop” membership who is maybe a fairly senior policewoman to get the information they’ve got on me so quickly and effortlessly.

“Lesley can you be in tomorrow to meet one of our contact ladies who will complete your membership. Please have a recent photograph of yourself and your niece ready to give her so your faces can go up on our website along with a pen picture of your likes and dislikes. You can tell her about your hobbies and pastimes and what you and your niece enjoy doing.”

Then the first sign of humanity from her.

“Apart from lesbian sex of course!”

She giggles a little then gets back to business.

“Our rep will be there around 10 a.m. tomorrow if that’s convenient for you.”

“Yes certainly but my niece will be at school so she won’t be able to see her.”

“Not a problem Ms Carr once you’re signed up and arrange your first swap you can send your chosen mother and daughter all the details you like by phone, text, or Email. Our rep will also ask you who recommended you to us.”

Then she unbends again.

“Welcome to our little family Ms Carr I’m sure you’ll love it with us.”

Next morning I rise early, eat breakfast, then shower and select my clothes to wear when meeting my visitor. A lacy white bra to cup my breasts and nipples; which feel tender and hard with the excitement of what’s coming.

Having allowed Carol to over-rule my common sense I’ve bought a selection of far too young for me thongs but feeling kittenish I slip into a white one to match my bra. Cream coloured slacks and a bronze man tailored silk shirt make up the outfit. I apply a few judicious dabs of perfume and hang a gold and amber necklace round my neck then undo an extra button so that it shows in the valley of my breasts.

She’s early not late! Around 9.45 my doorbell rings and as I go to open it I feel as nervous as I was on my first lesbian date. When I open the door she’s not what I expected! I don’t really know what I expected but she looks like maybe what you’d think the bishop’s wife should look like. Younger than me but not by much, late forties or early fifties I estimate.

Her hair is grey and cut short and simple, no curls or frizzing. She’s shorter by two or three inches than me and seems a little plump. She’s wearing a plainly expensive suit that just the same isn’t chic or very stylish. Beautifully tailored like the sort of thing that the royal family wear, but dated. Her shoes are equally costly and hand made, low heeled and lace ups. And she’s also not alone! Accompanying her is a girl of about fourteen or fifteen.

It has to be her daughter, short and plump with the same creamy complexion and rosy cheeks as her mother. Blond hair in pigtails and full school uniform make her look like the captain of the fifth form hockey team.

“Ms Carr? I’m Maude Conner from the “Swap Shop” I understand you’re expecting us? This is my daughter Verity, may we come in?”

I usher them into my rear lounge noticing that Maude is carrying a slim-line document case and a laptop in a shoulder bag. I usher them both to sit on my sofa and as I settle in my recliner chair. I also notice that as Maude sits her skirt rides up slightly to reveal plump knees and an enticing hint of lacy briefs. Verity settles primly, knees neatly together and hands clasped in her lap.

“Ms Carr, can I call you Lesley? We’ve vetted you carefully and I’m delighted to say we’ve found everything fine so far but one more check first if you don’t mind.”

She fishes a flat metallic case from her briefcase and hands it to Verity who strolls round the room holding it at arms length. Two lights on top but only the green glowing.

“Just checking for hidden mikes Lesley, we have to be really careful just in case this is a sting. You can buy these gadgets in any good electronic shop and it tells me the room isn’t bugged and you’re a genuine applicant. Let’s get down to business.”

God they don’t take any chances do they? Mind you I could be an undercover cop I suppose. She hands me a slip of paper.

“This is our website address Lesley and the passwords. The first takes you into our legitimate webpage then use the second and you’re into the real “Swap Shop” where you can select a mother/daughter or perhaps aunt/niece pair you’d like to meet. If you give me those photos you were asked for I’ll have you and Carol up on the site along with what your interests are so you can make a suitable match.”

I’m amazed at the casual efficiency with which she’s laid things out so I hand her the pictures of Carol and me along with the synopsis of what we like and how we spend our spare time.

“One more thing before this boring bit of business is complete Lesley. Who introduced you to us?”

She’s told me to give her name so I come right out with it.

“Sharon Summerskill, Maude.”

“Ahh Sharon! Yes she’s been with us nearly four years and when she recommends anyone they’re always fine additions to our little community. Now that’s out of the way perhaps you’d like to take Verity upstairs and have your first swap while I enter your details onto my laptop. I can come up in a little while and join you.”

It sounds a little cold blooded the way she casually says it but I’ve noticed her quiet little daughter has been eying me up and I’ve been taking in her plump figure and wondering about her. I’m not turning down a chance like this so I lead her up to my master, or should that be mistress bedroom?

When we enter my room there’s an electric charge building up in the air. I’m an old hand at lady loving, and child loving for that matter, but this is the start of a whole new experience. I settle comfortably on my bed and watch as Verity unlaces her shoes and takes off her blazer, hanging it on the back of my chair, then with a slight smile on her face she crosses the room and joins me on the bed. The best way to start seems to be the obvious one so I slip an arm around Verity and pull her gently towards me then kiss her lightly on her neck, cheek, and the corner of her mouth.

“How old are you Verity? How long have you been swapping? It will be the first time for my nice Carol and me when we pick our partners.”

She snuggles herself closer to me and the weight of her firm breast rubs against mine.

“Mummy and I started when I was nine and we began swapping when I was ten. I’ll be fourteen in two months time. I really enjoy making love to all you older ladies.”

I figure it’s time for action rather than words so I cup a heavy breast through her school blouse and bra as my lips close on hers and I kiss her hard then harder. I feel her nipple harden then her tongue meets mine, hot and wet, they wrap themselves around each other as I pull her down onto my satin spread sliding one hand under her brief school kilt and up her smooth thigh.

When my fingers reach the junction of her thighs she parts them and welcomes the sensations as I stoke the taut crotch of her panties. The material’s already damp when I touch it and seconds later it’s much damper as I probe her soft flesh with the tips of my fingers. She’s not tentative herself; her nimble fingers are popping open the buttons of my shirt and tugging it out of the waistband of my slacks.

I feel the cool air of the room on my bare midriff then Verity reaches around me and unhooks my bra. I shrug out of the shirt and toss my bra onto the carpet and Verity gasps as she stares at my naked breasts.

“Oh Lesley your nipples!”

At my age if I still have one really spectacular asset it’s my nipples. I’ve small aureoles but my nipples are huge and brown, proud and rubbery they get even bigger when I become aroused so now they’re erect and throbbing, flushed and gorged with blood.

“I would love to have you suck them for me Verity, touch them and play with them.”

Her hot lips close over one and she sucks hard on it like a baby and if possible it swells and becomes even larger and harder, as my palm cups the back of her head. A whimper escapes my mouth as her free hand cups my other breast and teases its swollen peak and sensitive teat.

I can feel my pussy flooding and my thong is wet as she caresses my tender flesh. My hips are starting to move restlessly and my needs are communicating themselves to Verity.

Pulling one hand away from my hot skin she fumbles with the button of my slacks then pulls down the zip. I raise my hips and rear slightly so she can slip them down and off me leaving me clad only in the narrow thong. Her eager fingers grasp the elastic cloth and saws it back and forth into my wet pussy lips. This time the whimper becomes a groan as darts of fire flicker across my sopping labia. A jerk of her hand and the white lingerie’s gone and I’m left naked and trembling with anticipation.

Pausing from rousing me further Verity becomes a blur as she sheds her clothes, kilt, blouse; plain cotton bra and briefs and she’s kneeling almost naked before me, just wearing a pair of blue knee socks.

Her body is plump and rounded; heavy breasts with small, pink, nipples. The curve of her belly flows down to silky thighs and her neat little pussy is bare, clearly shaven and dewed with pre-cum. Then she leans towards me.

“I want to make you cum so much Lesley, I want to taste your pussy and hear you scream when I fuck you.”

I reply by spreading my thighs and raising my vulva towards her eager mouth.

Slipping her hands under my buttocks she tilts me slightly then drops her mouth to my oozing labia. Using the full width of her tongue she draws it up one blood swollen lip then down the other one then reverses direction, back and forth back and forth till I’m writhing and gulping in huge gasps of air. She frees a hand and probes my burning canal with two, then three, then finally four fingers which she twists and turns so every inch of my scalding flesh is roused.

The old familiar and heavy pressure has joined the ecstatic burn and tingle that’s flooding my pussy. Then she drops her tongue straight onto my bulging clitoris, flogging it mercilessly as my hips thrust up to meet it. I clamp my fingers around her head then heave her face down to meet my thrust as I explode into a massive orgasm and an equally huge squirt.

My spray of milky cum hits her open mouth and face like a hose and through my misty vision I can see her greedily savouring my hot cream as though it is the finest thing she’s ever tasted. She gets her wish as well; I let loose a shrill and throat wrenching howl as I cum over and over again before I lay sweating and gasping on my sopping bed.

Once my trembling body’s recovered I’m going to make her cum so hard she’ll think she’s died and gone to heaven!

Rolling over and towards her I slip an arm around her and pull her close, nuzzling her neck and whispering in her ear.

“Mmmmm wonderful sweetie! You made Lesley cum so hard and so many times. Now for your reward for being a super lover, just tell Lesley what you’d love me to do.”

She giggles, puts her lips close to my ear and whispers to me. I smile at her and I’m happy to give her what she wants.

“Get comfy sweetie and leave it all to Auntie Les.”

Cheek pressed to the bedspread she’s raised her rump and spread her thighs so I can get at her easily from behind. Her pussy is already damp and oozing and her pre-cum’s trickled into the crease of her buttocks so as my tongue goes to work I taste her tart flavour. The tip of my tongue slithers over the tender flesh of her arse ring and probes her sphincter gently till she shivers and trembles with pleasure.

She told me she cums hard from having anal love so I’m going to get her off with all I’ve learnt in my years from women and the occasional man doing my rear. Licking her hot flesh harder I get ready for the next level, spitting on two of my fingers as I move my lips from her ring I ease them onto then past her taut flesh then deep inside her colon. Verity shudders and let’s loose a howl like a wolf as I curl my fingers and work her tight ring piece hard as my mouth drops to her throbbing pussy.

She’s heaving her rear back at me and straining as if she needs to take a dump as Connie put it while we were in America but it’s cum that erupts as she bucks like a wild horse against my fingers and mouth. She drenches my face with a thick and creamy splatter that my greedy tongue and lips scoop up and savour.

We’re cuddling together and savouring the afterglow of great sex when Maude strolls into the room and stares fondly at the two of us.

“Well you two have had lots of fun haven’t you? I heard you scream Lesley and I’ve never heard Verity be so noisy when she cums. Verity darling don’t you think it’s time for mummy to have her turn for some loving now. I’m sure Lesley will let you use her bathroom and get showered while we two find out how good we are at loving it up. You’ll have to clean off that pussy cream before we head home.”

As Verity leaves my bedroom, her hips swaying, and a contented smile on her face Maude begins to remove that frumpy suit and I get my first surprise from her. Once she’s down to those lacy briefs and bra I can see a lot of body art on her. The bishop’s wife surely never had a mass of tattoos like those. When the bra and briefs lie on the floor I realise the bishop’s wife never had nipple or a clit ring reflecting the light either.

As she hops onto the bed she purrs at me in that husky and cultured voice of hers.

“I love the young ones Lesley but a mature and experienced woman is fine too. I must warn you I cum very fast and wet so we’ll do it quick and hard.”

Then her hot and firm body is plastered against mine and we’re clawing and wrestling like two over excited teens on a date. She’s a wild woman; she likes to use her teeth and claws on me until I finally manoeuvre my head between those plump thighs, scenting the musky aroma of her sex. Once my mouth gets down onto her I see what she means about cumming fast! Already wet she floods with pussy cream and orgasms hugely as she clamps her hands on my head.

Her second time she’s slower but still fast. Slipping a couple of fingers into her surprisingly tight pussy I work them with my favourite corkscrew motion, slowly and deeply, as I suck on her puffy labia. When it comes to clitty time I flick lightly at her rigid little love bead and she’s making growling noises deep in her throat as she has a massive cum and a heavy squirt right onto my face. She tastes stronger than her daughter but just as acceptable to my appetite.

Hearing a noise I see Verity’s returned from her shower, wrapped in one of my robes and has been watching us as I’ve fucked her mother twice. Maude’s not quite finished with her visit though.

“Lesley how do you feel about toys? I’ve got my favourite in my case and Verity will fetch it if you’d like to try it.”

I’m feeling pretty randy again and while I’m not a big toys fan (you can do it better with mouth and fingers than most toys) I’ll give it a chance. Verity scampers downstairs and back up again carrying a black, rubber, double ended dildo. Now those I quite like!

Maude and I lay with our thighs spread and pussies facing each other. Verity eases one end into her mother’s wet labia, bends the dong slightly, and then pushes it into my welcoming slit. It feels so good deep inside me and better when we start moving.

Planting my feet flat on the bed I start flexing my thighs and thrusting hard as Maude does the same. Verity is holding that wonderful piece of rubber in the middle and alternating a push into her mother’s vagina and then hard into mine. A hot, throbbing, pressure is building inside me as I grasp the bedspread in my knotted fingers and whimper with delight. Maude moans in the back of her throat and I let my mouth run wild.

“FUCK! FUCK! I’m cumming Verity, harder now, make us both cum!”

Then we both loose it and I manage a small squirt and a huge climax. Writhing and driving that rubber phallus deep into me and a screaming Maude till we both exhaust our lust at last.

Once Maude and I are showered and dressed along with Verity we repair downstairs in a fairly exhausted condition. My pussy’s tender but I’ll take that any day of the week with two lovers like these. Maude’s last words as we say goodbye at the door get even my tired clit tingling though.

“The pictures of you and Carol will be up on the website by tomorrow and you can look for a swap pair or wait till some-one contacts you.”

Sex logged though I am I’m certain Carol and I won’t wait for a call. We’ll be picking a pair of swappers soon.

Two days later I get a real bonus; a phone call from my sister Diane asks a favour of me.

“Les can I ask a big favour of you? Barry’s got to go into hospital for a small corrective operation following his accident; can you pick Carol up from school and have her stay at yours till I bring Barry home? I might even ask you to let Carol stay the night with you if Barry’s staying in over night.”

A favour like that I’ll not only be glad to do; in fact I’d thank my sister for the opportunity. Maybe a whole night together in bed with my passionate niece!

When Carol walks out of the gates of her school I wave to her from my car and the second thing I notice, after spotting her, is the cute little hottie walking with her. Around Carol’s height she’s slender where Carol’s curvy and has a mass of foaming black hair in a halo around her head.

“Hi auntie Les! This is my friend Chantelle. Chantelle this is my aunt Lesley I’ve been telling you about, she’s cool!”

“Hello Ms Carr, Carol’s told me a lot about you, she says you’re a great aunt to have!”

“Can I give you a lift Chantelle? I’m running Carol to my home but I’ll drop you off on the way.”

“No thanks Lesley my mum’s just over there with her car. Nice meeting you! Bye Carol see you tomorrow!”

As Carol slides onto the front passenger seat I raise an eyebrow at her and give her a teasing grin.

“Chantelle? She’s sweet! Have you found yourself a girlfriend?”

“Well auntie Les she really likes me and I like her, we’ve only kissed a little so far but I mean we REALLY kissed! Lots of tongue, and she was getting hot so I might just have girlfriend now. I knew you were coming to pick me up, mum rang the school and Ms Hopkins told me you’d be waiting outside the gates.”

As I slip the car into gear I let her have my sexiest smile.

“Well let’s head for my place and you can tire your old aunt out again then we’ve something really important to do after that.”

Naked and sweaty I clamp my hands on Carol’s buttocks, tugging her wet pussy down onto my mouth, then driving my stiff tongue deep into her soft flesh. Her own mouth and tongue are driving me towards another orgasm so I redouble my licks and caresses of her hard love bead.

Her thighs are clamped on my head and she’s writhing to the edge of a massive climax. Its pure luck but we reach the finish line together and as I loose it in a whirlpool of burning pleasure and spurting wetness Carol howls and jets her cum all over my face and open mouth as my head rocks back and forth in ecstasy.

For a while, in the afterglow, we kiss and cuddle as I become aware of the bruises and tooth marks Carol has left around my nipples and the peaks of my breasts. Her love making was wilder and more abandoned than it’s been since we returned from America. But now, drained of passion, I rouse myself and my niece for the big event.

“Carol turn my laptop so we can look at the screen, I’ve logged us in to “Swap Shop” and now it’s time to look at who we want for our first swap. I’m going to take a pee and a quick shower, if you see anyone you like let me know when I get back.”

When I get back Carol’s staring, fascinated, at the screen.

“Oh auntie Les come and look at them and see what you think. These two look perfect.”

On the screen is a picture showing two people. One is a slender oriental lady in her early thirties? The other a gorgeous little child the model of her mother, she’s perhaps ten or eleven.

The lady is small breasted, her features are narrow and fine boned while her hair is a black, silky, waterfall; that’s streaked with strands of silver. Her daughter is flat chested but with beautifully pointed nipples. They are both naked and smiling at the camera.

Lily and Laura Chen!

Carol’s right these two must be our first swap!