To My Loving Aunt: Remembrances of My Fall and of Lessons Learned
The stem of your wine glass hanging from your fingers, a delicate movement of the wrist, swirling the remains of the wine, leaning back in your chair, your knee barely visible above the table’s edge, a smile in your voice “You little fucker, you’ve jacked off since you’ve been here..”
My eyes widen wish shock my voice stammering with denial “No..No” your glass lifting to your lips as the remains flow downed your through ‘I haven’t”.
‘You little liar’ she straightened up in your chair ‘I know you have. You’re a boy, all boys are nasty little wankers, and you’ve been masturbating’
My voice toning with indignant shame “I have not…I…”
Your voice cutting mine off, the glass landing on the table, your body leaned forward towards me “Don’t lie to me….and I can prove it….”
“How the fuck can you prove that and why”….
A slight tease in your voice, your hands placed on the table, then giving a motion, “Stand up….and let’s see if you’d like to your Aunt…like you’ve lied….’
“I haven’t’ my voice filled with some hurt ‘jacked off since I’ve been your and I’m…”
“Well’ the bubbly voice filling the dining room “stand up and let’s see…come on, come over here and let’s see if you’re the lying little wanker my sister has made you out to be’
My eyes widen then look at the floor, my hand reaching into my lap, removing the napkin, placing it on the table, my hands then going down and helping me to ease up a taunting voice from the your end of the table ‘You know that’s why you’re here right? Because she’s had enough of you…lying about going to school when you were ditching to play golf…” a motion of your hand ‘come here let’s see if you’re the little snot she’s made you out to be’ watching your lean back in your chair, with a smug knowing look on your face ‘don’t disappoint me like you’ve disappointed my sister’.
Walking over, my head looking towards the ground, then back up at your, standing just to the side
“Don’t be shy, come closer” she cooed “and let’s see what you’ve been up to” your hands slipping over and undoing my belt “Oh come on” your hands moving back “what are you afraid of your aunt? Fine then you take them off…go on…be a good boy..take them off”
“But…”
“But nothing, I’ve changed your diaper, I’m a nurse, I think I’ve pretty much seen everything you’ve got…now be a good boy and do as your told…don’t’ be difficult”
Turning to the side, my hands slipped down, my hands nervously fumbling undoing my pants and my boxers, stepping out of them as they hit the floor
“OH MY GOD” came a shocked voice “Look at that, you’ve hard….you dirty little pig you’ve gotten a boner! What the hell! “
My cheeks burned as the blood rushed to it, my body feeling warm from the flushing my words swallowed as a felt a firm smack to my ass
“You naughty boy” cooed your voice, then feeling a soft feminine touch run over the top of it ‘you’re hot for your Aunt….’ Your touch slipping over the head of my cock and back down the underside “I guess’ as she squeezed my balls ‘we should do something about that….’ Your hands slipping off my sack and bending it towards you….my eyes looked down and filled with amazement as a finger nail trails along the rigid shaft “Does your mother know” as the nail traces along urethra with the tip just teasing the inside edges “about this?” Followed by a soft chuckle “No, of course” your hand wrapping tightly around me squeezing hard and twisting “I think she’s afraid of cock” as some drool feel from your soft lips “but at least we know she fucked at least” your hand rubbing the saliva in, the shaft glistening in the light “once”
‘Aunt Wen…’ once again getting cut off….
Your eyes lifting and looking at me, your hands placed on the table, as she eased out of the chair “No, you don’t speak, you’re a boy and boys say stupid things when they’re like this.’ Your hand slipping around my waist as she eased in behind me, feeling the tip of your finger run along the length of my spine then reaching over my hip and wrapping around the base of my cock…
Your lips brushing against my ear as she whispered and started to stroke “now let’s find out, are you a lying sack or are you telling the truth’ your grip tightened around my shaft as your hand slipped up my neck grabbing a hand full of hair and pulling back..Forcing my head to look straight ahead.
“Look” as your grip tightened as she stroked harder and harder” most people would be ashamed of this. Look at you…LOOK…here you are…” your hand slipped from my cock as the other one slipped from my hair “naked, in front of your Aunt, with a boner AND she’s giving you a hand job!”…
Then came a stinging blow across the face “you sick little fuck….look at you” as she picked up a linen napkin ‘most decent people would at least …AT LEAST feel some sort of shame..or embarrassment, but not you…not my nephew…’honestly what is wrong’ as she lifted up my cock’ with you?”
Feeling the sensation of something being tied around the base of my cock and around my sack, the sound of knees cracking filled the air, as she once again stood behind me, your hands slipping around my hips, your body leaning into me “here now” came a slight tug and wine scented breath whisking past my ear “now let’s see if you’re the lying little twit I think you are’ your hand once again sliding down my shaft stroking harder and harder each time, with a twist mixed in, feeling the your hand slip from my sack and over my hips, back around my ass followed by the sweet sound of a smack an nails digging into my flesh
“You dirty little boy” your hand stroking faster, “look at you …all you want to do is cum..Isn’t it” feeling another smack on the ass ‘and you don’t even care who jacks you off do you?” your hand moving faster….harder..ramming down my shaft then releasing…pausing …with a tip of the finger running over the head ‘and look, you’re full of precum…..you slut’
Followed once again my a whack on the ass and the familiar feel of your hand moving up and down, “feel that, that’s your cum” as the stroking slows and becomes lighter “building up inside you…but because you’re still a little boy we have to prevent you from cumming to early don’t we” then came a tug on the napkin “and that’s why that’s here”
Feeling your nipples pressing harder into my back, as you lean harder against me and your lips dove deep into my ears “and if you’re telling the truth, you’re going to be very messy when you cum for your Aunt Wendy aren’t you” the stroking picked up a bit more…
Feeling another slap on my butt and a hand slipping between you and me, at the small of the back giving a little push “pity I don’t have my strapon, you’d be the perfect….” Your voice trailing off, as the hand slipped back around and started to pull and tug on my aching sack.
My eyes closed, the air filled with the sound of clanking on the table, then the feel of your hand once again pulling on me….then lifting, nails raking over my hips……”When I say cum, you’d better give me all you have…” followed by feeling the blood rush back to my sack as the napkin is removed “and I mean all of it
The pace quickened as did my breath, hearing your words falling sweetly and softly into my ear, reminding me of how pathetic I am, getting a hand job from…my eyes started to close…and slip into a mindless bliss when startled they quickly opened returning me to reality “NOW” came a shout cum for me dear boy” followed by a sharp pain in the neck, feeling your teeth sank deep and hard into my flesh…
Feeling my cock twitch and ache as my juices escape, “Good boy, cum for me….”my body starts to weaken “get it all out, get all that nasty boy cum out” your hand deftly squeezing forcing every bit out “…c’mon be a good boy for me” your hand squeezing tighter, my lip sinking into the bottom of my mouth:…c’mon….get it….oh yeah good boy…”your hand slipped from me as I start to go flaccid “good boy”
My eyes fell open, looking at you in the mirror watching as you peek over my shoulder “ Looks like you were telling the truth’ as you left me and picked up a spoon slowly lifting it and getting a large glob of cum on your tongue, then licking my cheek “good boy but…”
The spoon landing back on the table as you headed away ‘we’ll have to work on that taste….” With a twinkle in your voice ‘you’re fucking pathetic….and don’t come to bed until everything is cleaned up’.
II
After a few days and awkward moments, Aunt Wendy’s tea cup clanked against the saucer, my eyes lifting from my breakfast to find an extended hand “Come” your fingers wiggled “let’s go for a walk….” A voice crisp and inviting “it’s to pretty of a day to sit inside”
My fork slowly lowered to the plate, standing my hand cupping hers in mine, the bright morning’s sunlight forcing my eyes to squint as we headed out into the wilderness, hearing the sound of a deep breath beside me “Love this cool morning air, don’t you?”
We continued on, walking, exchanging pleasantries, the morning’s dew soaking through our shoes as we walked, our hands cupped in the way two old friends would hold hands swinging in the open air, the sunlight sparking off her golden locks, then into shadow when we dipped into the woods.
“Yeah, this is the spot” as you sat amongst the rocks “pretty here isn’t it?” eyes moved from me to the vista before us. The valley, new in autumn, the trees mixed with green, and fire tipped red leaves, with a splash of yellow against the horizon “It’s one of my favorite” I felt a pull on my hand pulling me down beside you “spots on this property” her feminine touch slipping from me “in fact, I your Uncle Brad and I used to come here and fuck”.
My head turned to my her, my jaw on the verge of opening, when I felt a tender touch on my cheek “what…just because I’m your aunt doesn’t mean I don’t like sex” slipping over my cheek, down my neck getting lighter as it moved “it’s just that Brad wasn’t very fond of it” then came a touch on my knee slowly trailing upwards “or at least he wasn’t fond of it with me or” your hand moving higher
I felt my hips moving under me, trying to slip away, then came the unmistakable feel of your legs pressing against mine, a touch quickly darting up, cupping my manhood “what’s wrong?” came a tease “don’t you find your auntie attractive?”
Not given the chance to answer, as her hand started to stroke my cock through my shorts, feeling it grown under a skillful touch “Don’t you want to fuck me?” your voice grew deeper and softer, Your hand squeezing, “Don’t you find me attractive?” the teasing continued
Your hand released, taking a deep breath only to feel Your touch, Your hand slipped under my open pant leg, under my boxers and now wrapped firmly around my cock “I think you do.” Then came a few hard pulls “or at least this wants to” then Your hand slipped from me the sun dancing Your lips “get naked and show your aunt just how much you want to fuck her”
Pausing, wondering, and then “oh come on! After the other night you can’t possibly still be this shy! Now come on, show your Aunt Wendy just how much you want her” Your hands pressed down, on the rocks and as she lifted Yourself upwards “don’t be like that” Your hand caressing my arm, the head now tilted to the side “show me that you still find me attractive” the hand slipping from my arm and brushing against my erection
My head lowered, embarrassed and ashamed over my feelings for you, but unable to control my urges, my hands slipped under my shirt and lifted over my head, letting it fall to the ground looking over I saw your lip sinking beneath your lips your eyes intently focused upon me, my pants now falling to the ground, stepping out of them now naked not only to you, but, to the world.
Once again, I felt your loving touch upon my shaft, as she pushed it down, your hand gripped tightly, your leg wrapped around my waist, straddling me, as that hand kept moving from shaft to tip, forcing the skin over the head of my cock, “You nasty boy” your words soaked the air “look at you, getting all worked up for your aunt” the other hand slipping over my shoulder and down my back “you want to fuck me don’t you” my chest expanding as my breath deepened as I fell under your spell “mmmmm but what if your friends found out or worse your mother, that would be bad for you won’t it?” your hand tightened around my shaft, your wrist gave a sharp turn and a twist “but don’t worry, I won’t say anything….”
Your hands slipping away from me, she turned and offered a hushed ‘yet’ as she removed my belt from my shorts “it occurred to me that your problems centered around control and mostly your inability to control this “your hand pressed down on my erect member, then releasing and letting it bob in the breeze “and we’re going to work on that and you’re going to make me proud aren’t you”
Your hand slipping over my wrist and pulling it back behind me “of course you are, after all, you wouldn’t want to disappoint me” then came a pull to at my other wrist, and the feeling of them being tied together…my shoulders moving back and forth struggling to get free “good” came a chuckle “at least I know you won’t get away…..”
“You know” her voice trailed my head turning to follow “keep your head forward……good boy…Brad while a failure at most things did understand one thing” the sound of you rustling in the leaves “did always keep prepared” the sound of leaves getting dimmer, “and I shall miss that” the sound of something falling against the dead and dying leaves.
My breath leaving my body, a cord wrapping tightly around my neck pulling me backwards, my hands bound by the belt struggling to get free, my lungs coughing as the rope strained tighter against my neck, my words choked, cursing you as the ropes tightened
“Don’t struggle” you pulled on the ropes forcing my neck backwards “it’ll be easier if you just” feeling a stronger pull, my ass scraping against the pine needles, leaves, and twigs on the ground “slide back with the rope”
Fighting a bit more, feeling a knee in my back, forcing my breath to become shallow and my body weaken “behave” a stern and unamused voice filled the air “and slide back” then came a final pull of the rope and my submission.
The unmistakable feel of tree bark greeted my back, my head resting against it, the rope getting tighter, followed by the feel of a finger between my neck and it’s restraint “Good” followed by a long pause and the rustling again of leaves and your breath in my ear “we talked about control earlier” as you reached over my shoulder clutching my cock, holding it, then working it between your fingers, then lifting and running a finger down my chin and neck, running along the rope”
Your touch slipping into my hair, locking between a few tufts and holding me in place, your form making its way around the tree, my head forced upwards, my face greeted with your shaven womanhood, and being forced into it “Do you know what this is?”
My reply muffled and unintelligible, your scent now replacing that of the autumnal air
“Its power” my locked pulled on even more “and control. With this I control” then came a slap on my cock “this” Your voice changing to soft and sweet “now kiss it” your hips forced forward, pinning my skull between you and the tree
My lips pressing against you, kissing softly and tenderly, my neck stretching forward, restrained by the accursed rope “I said kiss not lick” cooingly “good boy” the gap between us widened as you pulled back
Your palm pressed on my forehead, my neck bent, my mouth open as the rope started to cut, followed by gagging as your other hand quickly moved, forcing your panties deep in my mouth, my eyes watered, as I choked and gagged
“Oh come now it’s not that bad is it” my tongue working your undies into a more comfortable spot “now don’t be a poor sport after all” as you leaned over “this is what your mother wanted..isn’t it? To learn how to control yourself.”
My words muffled against the gag, my eyes narrowed a bit, wishing to be free and show you what power and control really is.
My eyes darted to the side as your arm wrapped around the tree and your leg resting on my shoulder, exposing you to me, your finger slipping down, your words started to hiss as you began to tease and taunt me, your fingers continuing to provide pleasure for you, my eyes fixed, as your fingers continued to work their magic, noticing how messy you were getting, your sex glistening in the afternoon’s sunlight, your moans drowning out the sounds of the bird’s song, until that final moment, when your body withered
A few gasps as you descended back to reality, the sunlight now dancing on your flesh, “mmmmm” as your hips ground into my face, your sex slipping over my nose your orgasm now whetting my face , followed by a tender kiss on the cheek and a bite on the neck...
Letting my guard down, feeling relaxed and comfortable, thinking my torment was over, as you slipped back into your pants, and put your shoes on, your drying scent now filling my nostrils, with each breath taking you in.
Now straddling me again, your hand reaching down and grabbing my cock, your body leaning into me “You know when I knew” your hand once again caressing my flesh, feeling the warmth and dampness of your touch “you were a dirty little boy?” the wanking became more intense, my body shifted under you “remember a few years ago, when I spent the week at your house” the stroking eased “I watched you, in the shower” your hand slipping from me “jacking off”
You leaned in even deeper, your cheek flush against mine, “Does that excite you? Does that excite you? Knowing that your aunt watched you?”
My reply muffled your panties soaking my words.
“and you know what?” you pulled away “that makes you a sick little fuck doesn’t it?”
Your panties again soaking up my words, as your shoes strike my balls “you dirty little boy “as another kicked landed “your aunt watched you jack off and you think that’s hot” as another blow landed “that’s not normal is it “came a few more blows”
My body twisting and turning trying to avoid the blows, your hands finding my bent knees holding them in place as a few more blows landed “that’s not fucking normal is it? And you know why? Because you’re ruled by this “came a final blow to my sack, my tears streaming down my face, I looked at you, feeling hurt and confused
“But that’s okay, I’m here to help” your hand once again finding my cock and stroking “Your Aunt Wendy is here to help” as you leaned back in, your lips finding my ear lobe again “I’m here for you “as the stroking continued “to help you learn and control your urges “the stroking becoming harder and faster “it’s okay, let yourself go, let me help you “ your expert touch working feeling my orgasm begin to build “let me help you” your soft words melting my body “will you let me…Jim”
Giving a nod, my eyes closing, as I sank under your spell, feeling the rope pull against my neck reminding me of my position, my breath hot and heavy, my focus being only you and your words
“Good” your fingers ran through my hair in a petting motion “Good boy. Now you’re going to cum for me aren’t you?” your hand slowing “of course you are, but, you’re going to do it when I say so. I’m going to count to ten, and when I hit ten you can cum all you want. Not nine or eleven, but, ten” the stroking continued. Your hand now wrapped tightly around my cock as it twisted and turned up and down “One, two, three” the count began “four, five, six” your voice deepened as your hand continued to taunt me “seven” your count slowed ‘eight” my orgasm begin to build, finding it being more difficult to control myself “nine” feeling a few whimpers flowing from me “now you’re going to be a good boy and cum for me right?”
My voice tried to manage a muffled ‘yes”
“And” the words seem to draw out for an eternity ‘ten..cum now” your voice snapped as your stroking quickened and became more forceful “give it to me” as my cum squirted and flowed from me ‘give it to me….give it all to me” feeling my sperm begin to ooze down the head of my cock “give me all that naughty boy cum…come on get it all out” then feeling your hand release followed by a few wipes of it on my chest
Your lips leaving my ear as you quickly stood up and adjusted your black t-shirt “All of this” you pointed around “has made me hungry, I’ll be back…sometime” and with that the air filled with your footsteps amongst the leaves and birds – quickly slipping away.
My eyes opened, the sights of the day now replaced by the stars above, the sounds of someone stirring behind me “Don’t worry it’s just me” a weak light shown in front of me “I took a nap and almost forgot all about you “feeling the rope around my neck loosen and fall “but don’t worry I’m fine”
My head turning searching “Your clothes” you quizzed “don’t worry I took them back with me, I needed money for groceries and since your wallet was in your pants” came a kiss on the cheek “thanks for lunch and you’re kind of gross right now c’mon let’s go” your hand lowered to me
I paused, not sure if and how much I trusted you
“C’mon let’s go, you’re not going to be able to find your way in the dark now are you?”
My head turned, looking behind me at my bound wrists, then glaring back up at you still unable to speak, your soaked panties still lingering in my mouth, then struggling rising to my feet, your arm slipping between my bent elbow escorting me back to the house.
The trip silent, my steps careful and painful, the pine needles and rocks sticking in my barefeet, my thoughts turning to thoughts of home and the comforts there and more importantly getting away from…
“Wipe your feet” your voice broke the silence “and I hope you’re not mad, after all it is” the door opened as you led me in ‘you’re dirty let’s clean you up…..stand here” the sound of running water filling a bucket and some humming, followed by your feet against the floor
My neck turning and twisting as the warm water drips down it, my skin pimpling as the warm water meets the cool night’s air, feeling a soft sponge work over me, for the first time feeling naked and exposed as your words turn to back ground noise, my thoughts trailing away to home again..
My legs spread, as I felt a tap and heard a command, feeling the sponge rudely was my underside and legs, my head lowered refusing to look in the mirror in of me, my head turning away, as you washed my front feeling your hand on my flaccid manhood “what’s the matter darling – no longer find me attractive? Don’t you want to fuck me?” your hand slipping and moving over my chest “or is that just your silly pride being hurt? “ with that the sponge fell back into the bucket the water splashing on my leg
“Here” as you pressed a pill against my lips “don’t worry it’s for sleeping, you’ll need it tonight I’m sure, I take them all the time, now open…..and swallow….good…..good boy” your arm once again slipping into mine “let’s go to bed”
Carefully making our way upstairs, getting to the top and making a right down the hall, feeling a tap on the belt, “no, that’d better stay on and those” as I felt your hand squeezing my cheek” those panties can stay in for the night, you’ll be okay” as you led me into the room, and helped me down on the bed, pulled the sheet up, brushed the hair out of the way and put a kiss on my forehead “good night, and I hope someday you’ll understand that it’s really for your own good”
III
My slumber ruined by the feel of a the bed bouncing, my eyes cracked finding you laying across my body, your torso over my legs, your elbow in my crotch, “you won’t be needing this” your hand patting my erection “you can put it..away.” Your hands fumbled with the laptop “wait after last night and you’re still getting a boner for your aunt?” followed by some laughter
Your bare body lengthened as you stretched, your breasts brushing over me, as you reached for the nightstand, the drawer opened, and two items placed on the bed beside me, the lights from your laptop draw my attention, as your body shrinks your boobs squished beneath you and pressing on my hips.
“Brad” you teased “was a bit of a hunter – did you know that?”
My head moved from side to side still unable to answer
Ignoring me, “He had wild life cameras placed all over the grounds and they’re really quite good, here look” the laptop turned, showing me against the tree bound with your panties hanging out, ‘an these” a few more showing dried cum on my face and chest “oh and these too, then the laptop turned away from me “yeah you don’t get to see those” your voice now hiding a laugh followed by the sounds of my phone vibrating on the bed.
Your elbows placed in my stomach as you reached across and pulled it out “here look” your finger swiped and opened up the screen to my Facebook page “see” my eyes widened as I saw a picture of you kissing my cheek with the caption “Had a great hike with my Aunt Wendy”.
“Now” your elbow digging into my stomach again as you placed a piece of paper on my chin “here’s the deal, you’re going to read that” your finger pressed firmly into the paper and into my chest “sign it and live by it, because if you don’t” my phone buzzed again with another Facebook update “there’s going to be a lot of fun photos posted on it”
“Oh and don’t” you slithered off of me “think about deleting your page or changing your password. If you do, then I send all of these photos home to mommy and daddy” as you paused, your fingers wrapping around the belt “I’m not stupid, I can always blur my face” the belt released my arms now free to move
“Now you read, sign, and” as you slipped away “just know that I’m doing this for you” your form slipped away in the darkness of the hallway
My eyes scanned the contract, thinking of what happens if I sign and even worse as I don’t, I spat out your panties, grabbed the paper, pen, and stormed down the hall, entering your room, slamming down the paper and signing
“The chore list” came a hidden voice “is on the kitchen table”.
