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.

After about twenty minutes of trying on the tamest clothing in the store, I handed Mom a jumpsuit that I thought would look fabulous on her.

"I don't know about this," Mom said, holding up the jumpsuit skeptically.

"Trust us, Mom," I said with a grin. "Just try it on."

Mom came out of the fitting room a few minutes later with a look of trepidation.

"Wow, Gail, that outfit looks amazing on you!" Aunt Janet exclaimed as she saw Mom dressed in the red jumpsuit, "That hugs your curves perfectly."

Mom blushed and looked down at herself. "I don't know if I'm comfortable wearing something this form-fitting," she said.

Aunt Janet put a hand on her shoulder. "Trust me, Gail. You look incredible."

I added, "And you deserve to feel confident and beautiful."

With a deep breath, Gail nodded and twirled in the jumpsuit. "Okay, I'll take it."

It was the first piece of clothing Mom agreed to purchase. As she returned to the changing room, I could tell Mom was starting to enjoy this process.

As we continued shopping, Mom became more open to trying new things. Aunt Janet and I saw this as an opportunity to test Mom's boundaries and push things as far as we could take them.

Next up was a knee-length sundress with a plunging neckline. Mom was initially hesitant, but when she stepped out of the changing room, she looked stunning. The dress flowed beautifully around her figure, and the deep V-neckline showed just the right amount of skin.

"I don't think even your Dad saw my breast this much when we were still together," Mom joked.

Mom always used humor to hide her insecurities, and I could tell she was nervous about having her breasts on display for all to see.

"His loss! You have a great rack, Mom," I said, surprising myself.

Mom did have a nice chest. It was larger than both Aunt Janet's and mine, but they were firm and still held their shape after all these years. The longer I stared at Mom's tits lewd thoughts started creeping into my head. I tried pushing them away and reminded myself that this was about helping Mom open her mind, not so I could ogle my mother. It was one thing to fuck my Aunt. I couldn't possibly fuck my Mom, too, could I?

"You shouldn't talk that way about your mother, young lady," Mom scolded me.

Aunt Janet put her arm around her sister, "You know she isn't wrong," she said seductively.

Mom's face turned bright red at the sudden feeling of her sister's fingers on her skin and the naughty tenor of Aunt Janet's voice.

"I guess I'll go change, and we can get out of here," Mom said, hoping we would let her leave.

Aunt Janet and I laughed. "Oh, we are just getting started," I proclaimed.

Aunt Janet handed Mom a black crop top paired with high-waisted skinny jeans. Mom was apprehensive at first, but as soon as she put it on, I could see a smile form on her face. The outfit hugged her curves in all the right places, making her look years younger.

At this point, we decided to throw the whole kitchen sink at her. We gave her crop tops, miniskirts, halter tops, mini dresses, you name it.

I was surprised by Mom's willingness to go along with everything. The more outfits she tried on, the looser Mom seemed to get.

"I have to say I am really proud of you, Gail," Aunt Janet beamed.

"Well, I guess you only live once," Mom replied with a nervous smile.

There was one final outfit that I wanted to see Mom in. I had been eyeing the clothing since the moment we walked in. I handed her a white tube top. It was positively indecent. There was no way it would cover Mom's tits. Along with it, I gave her the shortest skirt I could find.

"You have got to be kidding me. There is nothing to wear," Mom pushed back.

I looked at Mom with the biggest eyes and sweetest pout I could muster, "For me?"

"Fine!" Mom said, grabbing the clothes and heading back to the fitting room.

I couldn't resist the urge to try on the same white tube top and micro mini skirt as Mom. I slipped into her fitting room as if it was nothing. I could see the shock on her face as I undressed right in front of her.

"Britney, what are you doing?" Mom asked, looking embarrassed.

She was already naked. I looked up and down at Mom's body, taking every inch of her in. Her legs were long and shapely, and her stomach was toned. For someone who didn't show much skin, I was surprised at how tan her body looked.

Mom's areola was more prominent than mine, and her nipples were like large erasers. I wondered if the cool air caused her nipples to harden or if it was because Mom was turned on from trying on all these naughty outfits.

To my surprise, Mom's bush was trimmed very short. I always imagined that she was all natural. I wondered if she did that for herself or if there was someone special in her life I didn't know about. I suddenly realized that maybe she had trimmed, hoping she and Aunt Janet would get some alone time together.

"Don't worry, Mom, it's just us girls. And besides, we're trying on clothes together. We need to see how they look," I replied, trying to ease her discomfort.

"Mom, you look incredible. You're in better shape than most girls my age," I said, admiring her body.

"Really?" Mom asked, looking surprised. "I guess all those morning jogs and gym sessions are paying off."

I caught Mom staring at my naked body. My pussy was dripping wet, and I wondered if Mom could smell my sex. A part of me hoped that she would notice how wet I was. I raised my leg as I slipped on the barely there skirt, hoping Mom would catch a glimpse of my wet, smooth pussy.

Mom's eyes burned into me as I slowly dressed in front of her. The final touch was the tube top. I pulled the tube top over my head and chest. My tits bounced as I adjusted the top, ensuring it laid properly. I could feel Mom's gaze and the lust that was behind it. I was turning Mom on, and I loved it.

Mom muttered something, but I couldn't make it out, "What did you say?" I teased, giving her a wink.

"You look like a goddess!" Mom said, clearing her throat.

"Well, the apple doesn't fall from the tree," I retorted.

As we twirled around in front of the mirror, we felt more alive than ever. I could sense that Mom's confidence was skyrocketing. It was liberating to embrace our wild sides and wear something daring and sexy.

"Mom, I'm so glad we did this. It's amazing how a new outfit can make you feel so alive," I said, looking at her with a big smile.

"I know, right? It's like a whole new world has opened up to us," she replied, beaming with happiness.

We changed back into our original outfits, but we were still both buzzing with excitement. I couldn't wait to see what other adventures this week had in store, and I knew that Mom felt the same way.

When we returned to Aunt Janet's, I told Mom that I would spend the night at my friend Gali's house so she could reconnect with her sister. Gali was a striking Israeli girl a few years older than me. Her parents had a place down the street, and she was staying there for the summer. I met Gali at one of the sex parties Aunt Janet and I attended.

Mom seemed absolutely terrified to be left alone with her sister.

"Are you sure you have to go? The three of us rarely get to spend time together. Besides, it is only my second night here," Mom pushed back.

"I really want to spend some time with Gali before we head home," I lied.

I knew the spark between Aunt Janet and Mom would reignite once I left them alone. I felt a tinge of jealousy at the idea of Aunt Janet and Mom making love, but I knew it was vital to awakening Mom's wild side. It was important to me that Mom embrace that part of her again. I was headed off to college soon and needed to know that Mom would enjoy her life.

The following day, I arrived back at Janet's house. I was surprised Mom wasn't there and worried something terrible had happened.

"Where's Mom?" I asked as I walked into the house.

"She's at the beach," Aunt Janet replied.

I let out a huge sigh of relief, "phew. I worried something had happened and that Mom had left.

"I would say just the opposite happened," Aunt Janet chuckled.

I sat beside Aunt Janet, put my hand on her bare leg, and looked her in the eyes, "Tell me everything that happened last night!"

"Are you sure you want to know? Things got pretty raunchy," Aunt Janet smirked.

"Every dirty detail," I grinned.

Aunt Janet kissed me passionately, her lips tasting like her morning coffee as they massaged mine own. The kiss was full of love, and I could tell it was meant to reassure me that she and I were okay, despite whatever she and her sister had done the night before.

"Last night was magical. After you left, we ordered dinner. I opened a bottle of Cabernet because I could tell how nervous your Mom was to be alone with me. I was pretty worried too. The last time we had spent any time alone, I was left heartbroken by her," Aunt Janet explained.

"Go on," I said, holding my Aunt's hand, sensing that she would need some coaxing to get the story out of her.

"I started by telling your Mom how much yesterday meant to you. I wanted her to know that we both appreciated the chances she took trying out all those outfits at the store," Aunt Janet explained.

I couldn't help but smile, picturing Mom in all the scantily clad clothing she tried on, "What else did you say?"

"I brought up how much you have blossomed this summer and how nice it has been seeing you come out of your shell'" Aunt Janet grinned, indicating that she was thinking about all the dirty things we did together this summer.

"You had a lot to do with that," I laughed.

"Your Mom said the same thing. Surprisingly, she admitted I was instrumental in bringing her out of her shell when we were younger too. The way she said it, it was clear she was talking about me initiating us fucking back in the day," Janet said.

"I can't believe Mom brought that up," I exclaimed.

"Me either. My sister always made it clear that it was off-limits to talk about," Aunt Janet said.

"So, what happened?" I curiously asked.

"The two of us just sat there sightly, staring at each other. Neither of us knew what to do. The barest mention of our past together made us both freeze in our place," Aunt Janet explained.

"So, what did you do?" I asked.

"I did nothing. To my utter surprise,...