Mavis, Qualified Advanced Yoga Teacher, never expected to do anything else. Not at all, for Mavis, a Yoga Purist, the movements, the poses, the breathing all of it combined to bring a wonderful sense of centered being and for Mavis that was the ultimate reward. What could match that?

She and her dear friend and fellow yoga aficionado Linda were discussing it over a cup of green tea after a particularly demanding work out when Linda’s young daughter strolled in looking for something sugary to drink. It was all the same for the college girls these days Mavis though, casting an unfair generalization over an entire generation. She had really been enjoying the conversation with Linda and hoped that(for once!) the girl would go and find something she could do on her own quietly but, as per usual, she was out of luck.

Lucy joined them on the couch; her plate of Chocolate Chippie cookies and sugary orange juice on the coffee table playing merry hell with Mavis’s will power over her daily calorie intake. The girl let the conversation continue for a few precious minutes before giving her opinion.

“Yoga is SO boring,” she declared.

Mavis wanted to say something like, “Well why don’t you leave us old women to talk about it while you go save the world” but of course you don’t, do you? No, she stayed silent waiting for Linda to exercise her parental authority over her errant daughter.

She didn’t. Instead Lucy demolished two cookies and gulped down the rest of her fruit juice. She took her plate and glass back to the kitchen got the juice container out and poured herself another long cool glass. Mavis studied the Juice container and craved some.

“Would you pour a glass for me please Lucy?”

The girl’s face lit up.

“Oh OK aunty Mavis,” she answered brightly.

Linda glanced at Mavis then shrugged.

“I guess there’s a limit to the amount of green tea a girl can consume, huh? Babe, can you put the drinks on a tray? I’d love one myself.”

Soon Lucy was back with them and the drinks had been placed on coasters on the coffee table. She looked at the empty squab with a forlorn expression and Mavis’s heart went out to the darling girl. Before she knew she was doing it she was patting her lap and smiling invitingly. Seconds later her lap was full as a young bottom wriggled there and then the body turned so Lucy was facing into Mavis’s chest.

It felt wonderful and Mavis hugged her friend’s daughter tight.

A little later on after they had had their orange juices as well as a brownie each Mavis and Linda laid out their Yoga mats.

“Are you going to join us,” Mavis asked her invitingly.

“I haven’t got any yoga pants,” Lucy pointed out- sounding very apprehensive as she did so.

Immediately Mavis declared that they would all do it without yoga pants. Under her yoga pants Mavis wore bare skin. So did Linda. Lucy watched happily as both ladies took their yoga pants off then slipped her cut offs down and stepped out of them. Her rather scanty panties followed.

Mavis knew she looked ridiculous with bare bottom beneath a shirt and bra. She exchanged a look with Linda and both took their shirt and bra off to be quite naked, the little instigator made short work of her tee shirt.

It felt good to Mavis, it really did, the air on her body for once. She led them in salute to the sun. Lucy was really good Mavis and found herself looking at the girl much more than she did at Linda and thinking of her much more than she did the yoga with the result that the cherished wonderful sense of warm centeredness escaped her completely. Strangely its absence was of no interest to her at all.

Lucy appeared to position herself so that whichever pose she was doing, and she was really good, her pussy was on show to Mavis. Her own pussy, Mavis realized was on show to the other two- especially Lucy. The discipline of the yoga faded from her mind and soon she was simply showing her pussy off to Linda and Lucy.

In no time Linda Bostancı travesti had her face pressed into Mavis’s hairless cunt, her tongue probing deep into the slit. On her back Mavis looked up and there, standing over her, was Lucy.

Lucy waited patiently until Mavis had finished being mesmerized by her pussy then smiled as their eyes locked.

“How long is your tongue Aunty Mavis?” she asked.

Lost for words Mavis watched as Lucy planted a foot beside her ears and came down into a crouch which had her young cunt stretched and positioned just above her mouth. Then the last little bit and Mavis started licking. Lucy was as excited as she was and the cum was a constant source of delight.

Her target, after a few selfish swipes for maximum cum, was Lucy’s clit. No, she wasn’t just being noble she wanted to see if she could manipulate the girl to orgasm. It started as a cold blooded manipulation project but then Mavis discovered she was far too warm hearted to do anything cold blooded and as far as manipulation was concerned it was quite obvious who had been manipulating whom all along.

She smiled to herself under her friend’s daughter’s bottom and set to give her the best orgasm she could. This was not entirely altruistic as she had never had one so this would be the best chance she would have of seeing a girl have one.

There was one other person in the room who could testify to Lucy’s sexual appetite as she had got her off on many an occasion but then, to be fair, Lucy had done the same for her on just as many.

Linda saw the whole picture from her vantage point (standing) and perceived an opening. Getting down on her hands and knees she pushed Mavis’s legs apart then used her tongue to great effect.

It was heaven, doing whatever she liked to Lucy’s young pussy while Linda did wonderful things to her down there.

Afterwards she said that she didn’t know what had got into her. The comment met with much laughter from the mother and daughter who had opened her horizons. Linda told her there was nothing to be ashamed about and that Vicky had wanted to have a session with her for ages.

“She’s just eighteen for God’s sake Linda. Eighteen. I have had sex with a child well nearly. What sort of a pervert does that make me?”

“Are you being ageist Aunty Mavis,” Lucy asked, sounding a little censorious.

“No, I’m being realistic Lucy,” Mavis snapped back primly, “I might not go to prison but it would be remembered against me for a long time if this was reported. A very long time.”

The other two had no answer and so there was a period of silence until Linda spoke again.

“Well you’d have plenty of company because all the moms I know are having sexual relations with their daughters.”

No!” Mavis gasped, horrified.

“Yes!” declared Lucy, seeing her way to become visible once again.

“We all love it and-” she paused dramatically,” a group of us are having a mom swap.”

“I’m not comfortable with this Linda,” Auntie Mavis stated but without the conviction she had had before.

“Oh God I wasn’t either when Missy here asked me last week,” Linda replied.

Mavis noticed a look, a smile, pass between mother and daughter and she felt a pang of envy that they were so tight. She had no one, all her life she had held back and here she was on her own. She realized then just how much she longed to be included; she would probably spend fifty years locked away with burly women who had self-inflicted tattoos on their knuckles but it would be worth it.

They shared a decadent coffee and indulged in a game of I’ll show you mine…

It wasn’t an area she had had studied before, hers was waxed and, she had always thought quite tidy, but now the eighteen year old expert on vulvas, labia and vaginas did just that. It was unnerving but undeniably exciting as Lucy came over to examine her pussy, both visually and by touch.

The young finger pulled her outer labia apart and she Bostancı travestileri felt Lucy’s breath on her exposed skin.

“Close your eyes Aunty Mavis,” she heard and obediently did just that.

Her mind felt like she was flying. The young fingers moved to push up into her gape feeling their way inside her just as she imagined a snake might then they touched her g spot. The stimulation was incredible.

“So that’s where it is,” she thought not wanting to say anything and spoil the moment.

She felt her g spot being stroked. Feather touch stroking that had her rigid for ages and then she relaxed leaving her floating. It wasn’t her, she had never been any good at that self-stimulation stuff, and too inhibited she thought. No it was her body doing it all, with guidance, by its self.

Goodness she was having so many thoughts, ones she had never dared have before.

Oh God she was flying again.

Linda looked down on her dearest friend and wept. Mavis had had her first, of many Linda hoped, honest to God one hundred percent genuine orgasm and now lay completely relaxed as her daughter Lucy worked her magic. She had worked it on Linda too, not that Linda had encouraged it, goodness no, she had known how inappropriate it was but Lucy had got her to concede bit by bit with each bit being so wonderful she simply had to have more.

Lucy stood and they put their arms around each other as they looked down on the naked body of Mavis. She was smiling with her eyes closed thinking happy thoughts.

“We’re looking at you Aunty Mavis,” Lucy declared softly.

“We like what we see too babe, you are so hot,” Linda added bringing another smile to the relaxed face.

Mavis listened to them contentedly in her darkness. She could have opened her eyes and probably, she thought, she should but she didn’t want to; it was too nice laying here and being looked at.

“It’s a bit tiring standing like this, do you mind if we just take a seat and study you while we’re sitting comfortably.” Linda asked gently.

Another smile came to Mavis’s face but her eyes stayed closed and she answered by shaking her head. And so they did. Linda’s eyes were open though and she saw the look on her daughter’s face.

Mavis had a wonderful sense of peace after her orgasms, yes, three on the trot, and simply drifted off to sleep. It was a deep sleep, one Linda knew her dearest friend needed, so they eased a pillow under her head and covered her with a quilt.

It seemed disrespectful to continue stimulating each other with Mavis looking so innocent under her quilt and so mother and daughter each tried to read a book waiting for her to wake up.

She woke just after seven and after puzzling for a few seconds remembered exactly what had happened. It had been wonderful. Her head, she realized was on a pillow and she had been covered with a quilt.

So thoughtful. On reflection she thought she would much rather have just stayed on display. Oh God, she chided herself, such an awfully slutty thing to think.

Then she thought of how slutty her life had turned in just that day. Yoga, which had been her reason for living was no longer. No, hold up. Stop right there, thinking of Lucy’s gorgeous pussy was simply a distraction. There were far more important things to think of. The problem was that, just then, she couldn’t think of any.

She had moved and, seemingly instantly, Lucy was kneeling beside her.

“Did you have a nice rest, Auntie Mavis?” she asked sweetly.

“Just Mavis darling, please call me Mavis,” Mavis replied.

She got a smile in reply and Lucy yanked the quilt off her. It was so good to be naked again. Linda came over and helped her dearest friend to a sitting position. Then to standing.

“You need something more than green tea Pet,” she told her then her face broke into a big happy smile.

She got a delighted grin back. They guided her to the couch where she sat beside Lucy who had reached Travesti bostancı over to hold her hand- which she squeezed.

While the other two were sitting on the couch Linda popped a frozen meal. A stew, in the microwave to thaw then came over to sit on Mavis’s other side. She too felt obliged to seize a hand.

“You were amazing darling,” she told her.

“Oh goodness no, Lindy, it was darling Lucy here who worked her magic for me.”

“Good grief,” she thought, “my jolly eyes are filling.”

She blinked hard. Twice. It made no difference the tears flowed down her cheeks as the emotions came to the surface. Then dearest Lucy was hugging her and she turned into her shoulder and wept.

Linda looked over at them from the kitchen. She smiled, this was exactly what Mavis needed, she thought. She had been so tense and unhappy for such a long time now trying to solve all her anxieties with bloody yoga.

What she had needed was a release and now, thanks to Lucy, she was getting it.

A quarter hour later three naked females sat down to their meal and eat-like-a-bird Mavis was eating like a lumber jack. Linda glanced over at her and tried to hide her delight. Of course Mavis saw her and tried to pretend she was in a very serious frame of mind but couldn’t and the two best friends sat grinning at each other like matching Cheshire Cats.

Lucy was apparently engrossed in her meal and had eyes only for her plate. She knew exactly what was going on; well she should have: she orchestrated it.

And there was more to come. Waiting until her mother and Aunty Mavis had finished she put her knife and fork firmly on her plate. Then she looked pointedly at Mavis’s breasts.

A smile broke out on Aunty Mavis’s face as she looked at dear Lucy.

“It’s nice having someone look at your body, isn’t it Mavis?” Lucy asked remembering the request to omit the word Aunty when speaking with Mavis.

Mavis pondered this for a little time.

“Well I love it when you two do it, that’s for sure but there are some people I wouldn’t want seeing me like this though, that’s for sure,” she replied.

“Oh absolutely!” Linda agreed as Lucy nodded emphatically.

“Where are you going with this?” Mavis asked, suddenly feeling uneasy.

“To be honest Mavis, I thought of this while you were asleep,” Lucy told her, choosing her words carefully.

She saw that Mavis was about to say something and raised her finger to stop her.

“Hear me out Mavis, OK?”

Linda reached over and gave Mavis’s arm a reassuring squeeze. Mavis nodded.

“You’re pretty good at yoga, huh?”

Mavis looked up from the table to look at Lucy, she nodded.

“What gave you the most pleasure, your years of practicing yoga or what we did before?”

“Well,” Mavis began.

“Just answer the question please Auntie Mavis, it’s important,” Lucy told her before she could say any more.

She was such a sweetheart, Lucy. All Mavis could say was,

“What we did before. Why?”

“What would you say to naked erotic yoga?” Lucy asked with the hint of triumph in her voice.

She got a raised eyebrow as a reply.

“OK, um, what would you say to calling something Naked Erotic Yoga?” Linda offered sensing this was going south.

“What’s this about?” Mavis asked feeling very nervous.

“What’s it about? It’s about making money from what we do. Look Mavis, Lucy went over my income for the past six months and I am going backwards financially,” Linda’s voice trailed off and instantly Mavis felt for her.

“So your plan is to come up with a sort of yoga that has sexual arousal at its core, is that it?”

“Exactly. I’m not going to insult your intelligence Aunty Mavis but mom and I are looking for something fun but with health benefits. Women only, of course,” she added.

“Oh God yes, image a guy getting in on this,” Mavis replied with a sense of revulsion.

“So? You’re in?” Linda asked hopefully.

“You don’t need to sell anything to me darling, ” Mavis replied earnestly, “I would walk over broken glass for you. So, yes, I’m in.”

A note from the Writer.

Someone is going to ask why is it Aunt Mavis in the title and Aunty Mavis in the text. Simple, there is a character limit for titles and the y on Aunty didn’t fit.

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