Aunt Angela

Angela stopped Julie with a quick, mischievous hostess gesture;

She placed her right hand on Julie’s shoulder, the warm texture of Angela’s purple T-shirt under her fingers, the cinnamon scent of fresh cake rising from the skin of her neck.

“No, no, Julie!”

Angela’s voice, loud and playful, rang through the hall like a silver bell.

“Now it’s Aunt Angela’s turn!”

Lucy laughed, passing Smith to Angela with one last firm squeeze of the arm, one last sticky kiss on his wet forehead, and one last soft slap on his hip—like passing a warm, crying ball.

Angela scooped Smith into her arms;

**He was 5’11” tall, weighed 150 pounds, his muscles soft and strong under the tight purple dress.

Her thighs under Smith’s hips, warm, firm, slightly damp with midday sweat, like two living pillows.

The tight spandex fabric beneath Smith’s trembling fingers, soft, stretchy, warm, the fabric moving with a tiny pulling sound every time Angela breathed.

Angela pulled Smith onto her lap, her back to her chest, her legs locked with one hand, the warmth of Angela’s arm around Smith’s waist, the smell of fresh vanilla perfume from her short blonde hair.

“Aunt Angela wants to play a new game now!”

Angela kicked off her white panties with a soft kick, pulled off her clean white cotton socks with a pulling sound—warm, slightly damp, the smell of fresh lavender soap.

She rubbed the sock against Smith’s face – the soft, warm cotton texture on his cheeks, nose, lips, the mild taste of soap on Smith’s tongue.

Then she lifted her feet, her long, clean toes in front of Smith’s mouth – warm, soft skin, slightly damp, the smell of lavender soap and midday sweat, the living heat.

She ran her thumb over Smith’s lip – soft, warm, slightly sticky then a gentle pressure on the back of his head

, pulling Smith’s face to her toes.

Julie laughed from behind Angela:

“Angela! You’ve become a femdom aunt too!”

Lucy took another picture, Sarah kept her kind smile.

Smith was in Angela's arms, crying, listless, with the taste of Angela's lavender soap on his lips, the vanilla scent of her hair in his nose, the warmth of Angela's feet on his face, just waiting for this new turn to end...

But Angela just smiled and said:

"Now it's Aunt Angela's turn to kiss you thank you!"