Aunt Susan's Bed (mF, Inter, Femdom)
by Keith McDougall (previously published as Osric134)

Note: These are just stories, some of them with very taboo themes
in them and NOT wishful thinking. I just want to tell stories and
hope no one takes my tales as anything but
sexual fantasies. I don't and never have practised, participated
in or encouraged sex with children, rape, do drugs or murder
people. I don't encourage anyone to do any of the things my
characters do either.
None of the people are real or based on any one real and bare no
resemblance to any event past of present, though I sometimes use
news stories as fuel for some of my tales.
I hope you enjoy them and let me know what you think.

Keith DOT mcdougall134 AT googlemail DOT com
(thanks for that Art)








I went to live my aunt Susan when I was sixteen years old after
both my parents had to go to Saudi Arabia for their new, very
well-paying jobs. I couldn't go because I was so close to
finishing college and my aunt said she would take me in.

She had been alone for two years after my uncle Frank had left
her for a young bit of fluff, as my Mother put it, from his
workplace. Since then, she stayed away from men and kept very
much to herself, occasionally attending family gatherings as she
was still married to my uncle.

Her sudden decision to take me in was a bit of a surprise to us
all, since she never said much to us at all. Her husband was
after all my father's older brother.

I was scared of her to be honest. She always had a severe look on
her face and wore very conservative looking clothes when out on
the street.

She was a white woman of thirty years of age, she was tall as
well, taller than me by at least six inches. I understood that
she was a really nice person before my uncle left her. I had
begged my parents not to send me to her, but they would not look
a gift like that up, especially since she insisted that she would
provide everything I would need and my parents didn't have to
worry about money.

Her house was nice and well furnished, each room was light and
airy and had everything in it's place.

"I expect my house to remain tidy at all times, is that clear,
Boy?" were her sharp instructions.

I nodded to her, but her staring grey eyes said she wanted more
than just a head shake.

"Yes, Auntie Susan," I said with my head low.

I didn't want to get on her wrong side. She was a martial arts
expert and had beaten up several men in a bar once. Maybe that
was why uncle Frank had left, he was scared of her I supposed.

"I don't want any noise either, if you are listening to music use
headphones." She waited.

"Yes, Auntie Susan," I said when I realised what she was waiting
for.

She actually smiled and pulled me to her, hugging me warmly and
kissing my forehead.

"It's good to have you here, Boy. I do get lonely in here all by
myself and it will be nice to see someone else in the house."

She let me loose and showed me up to my new room. It was a large
back bedroom with a double bed and a computer on a desk in the
corner. She showed me where everything was and left me alone to
unpack.

–

I had always been a timid boy and had been bullied a lot in
school from a very early age. I was tormented by the girls as
well as the boys. I was the only black boy in my class, even
though there were other black children in the school.

I had no friends as I was so shy and had previously been beaten
up by one of the girls when I refused to do her homework for her.
I learned my lesson and did whatever she said after that.

I had my first kiss from the same red-head too. She had beaten me
up several times, dragging me into the girls lavatory and
flushing my head in the toilet until one day she decided that I
was cute and started dragging me behind the school to kiss me
instead.

At least once a day she would have me behind the school building
with my back to the wall and her tongue down my throat as I clung
desperately to her. Eventually she changed schools and I didn't
see her again. That had been two years ago.

I had been left alone pretty much since then and managed to get
into college easily with my good grades. My parents were proud of
me, I was given a larger allowance as a result.

Now I sat alone in my new bedroom in my new home. My eyes teared
up and I kept wiping them as I put my things away. It was a very
scary time.

We sat quietly in the living room afterwards, watching CSI on the
TV. We had eaten a very nice dinner which she had cooked and she
had even given me a half glass of wine to drink afterwards.

"It's a very good thing to do after an evening meal," she said as
she sipped her wine.

I made a face, it was sour. I did finish it though. We sat now
watching Grissom and his team putting the finishing touches to
their case and then my aunt switched of the set.

"Bed time, young man," she said, "You have school tomorrow and I
promised your parents I would keep to their timetable with you.
Off you go."

I shrugged and went up to do my homework and get ready for bed. I
lay in my new bed looking at the patterns of light made by the
street lights through the tree on the ceiling. I felt so lost, so
alone. I was in a house with a woman who was not really a blood
relative and who scared me shit-less. I would be here with her
for a long, long time.

–

It had been three weeks now and my aunt and I settled into our
new lives together. She was an amazing cook and delighted my
pallet with many wonderful dishes. I had also become accustomed
to the evening half glass of wine as well.

My aunt even seemed to relax around me, coming downstairs in her
nightie to make me breakfast before I set off to college.

It was then I saw her legs. They were long, muscular and well
shaped, they were the legs of a dancer. Her nightie was short, it
came only down to the tops of her thighs. If she bent over...

"Boy! I asked you if you want eggs today?" she broke me out of my
musings.

"Sorry, Aunt Susan. I was just thinking about class. Yes, eggs
are fine. Thank you." I blushed a bit.

I was sure she caught me looking at her legs. She gave me a funny
stare and then turned back to the stove. I realised that I could
actually see the shape of her small tight buttocks bumping up
through the thin gauzy material. I looked away as she turned to
watch me over her shoulder.

–

It was now the end of term and I would be cooling my heels at
home. My aunt ran her own business and had about 300 employees.
She seemed to like working from home a lot and occasionally would
work until late into the evening.

She had a broadband connection with a wireless hub which she used
to connect to her work and for video conferencing. My PC was
connected to it as well.

She was working from home today and lounging around in a pair of
tight yellow shorts and a small white t-shirt, with her laptop
and a cup of hot chocolate. The t-shirt she wore was quite tight
and I could see her rather small breasts and their equally small
nipples plainly through the thin material. I caught myself
staring and looked away before she noticed.

As she got up to move about I could see that she did indeed have
a dancer's body. Taunt, lithe, graceful and muscular. She was
amazing.

At least three times a week she would train her martial arts
style at her club and then spend an hour at the gym. I was still
quite scared of her, but I was also in awe of her as well. I
watched her graceful body as she paced the room like a powerful
puma, waiting to pounce.

Occasionally she would look over at me and may have even caught
me looking at her. She got up and walked over to the music centre
near me to put in a different CD, bending over with her small
round arse near my head. I felt my cock stiffen in my pants as I
found that I could see the fat bulge of her pussy between her
thighs, I had to quickly adjust myself before she turned around.

She raised up and walked back over to her chair, sitting there
looking at me for a few moments with a little smile playing on
her full lips.

It was then that I realised how very beautiful my aunt actually
was. I stared at her face until I noticed that she was still
looking back at me and I blushed and looked away.

"What's the matter, Boy?" she asked me, "Why are you staring at
me like that?"

I couldn't look at her at all. I fumbled.

"Nothing," I said a little too loudly.

"You were staring for a pretty long time, Boy. Now what is it?"
she was getting irritated.

"Well... It's...um..." I fumbled again.

"Come on!" She was getting annoyed now.

"Well... I never realised how... Pretty... you were before. I...
Umm..." I was still blushing, my face wanted to explode with
embarrassment.

There was a long silence. I thought for a minute that she didn't
believe me.

"Thank you, Keith. That was very kind of you to say," she said
with a soft voice, it was the first time she had used my name
since I arrived. "It's been a while since anyone has told me I
was pretty, though your uncle used to tell me he thought I was
beautiful all the time once."

Her voice trailed off. Then she sighed.

I ventured a look up at her and found her still watching me. I
tried to hold her gaze, but I looked away again.

"Come here," she said.

I looked up again and she had her arm outstretched towards me. I
got up and walked slowly over to her, she caught my hand and
pulled me down to my knees between her silky smooth thighs and
hugged me to her. I found myself clinging to her, my face in her
long neck.

"You're a good boy. Don't become like your uncle, OK?" she said
into my ear.

I shuddered and goosebumps ran down my side from her soft breath
in my ear.

"Yes, Auntie Susan," I gasped.

"Always be a good boy for me and I won't have to punish you," she
whispered into my ear.

My cock was becoming hard and it was pressing against her crotch.
I tried to pull away, but she held me firmly against her. I
gasped as she kept whispering to me, telling me to behave and not
to disobey her. My body trembled against her and she sighed with
pleasure.

"Are you getting all hot for your auntie? Is that your hard young
cock I feel rubbing against me?"

"P... Please, Auntie Susan, I can't..."

I jumped up and ran out of the room to the sound her her
laughter.

–

I stayed away from her for the rest of the week, mostly in my
bedroom doing my college projects. She didn't do anything after
that and I breathed a sigh of relief.

There was a party at her company and she told me that I was going
with her. I didn't argue. She stood in front of my wardrobe
looking at my things and picked out a grey suit and a burgundy
shirt for me.

While she was in the shower I finished drying my skin and changed
into the things she had lain out for me. When I had finished, I
went downstairs to wait for her.

I stood near the front window watching the street outside and her
black BMW parked in the drive. I was just thinking what a great
driver she was when the door opened behind me. I turned and
stared in shock, my mouth fell to my knees at the sight in front
of me.

If I thought she was beautiful before I was sadly mistaken. All
that was missing was her wings. She was dressed in a
silvery-white Chinese-styled dress that hugged her wonderful body
and went all the way down to her ankles. Her lovely leg showed
through the long slit down the side, her feet were encased in
high heeled sliver glitter strapped shoes. She had long
diamond-encrusted earrings that dangled down from her ears under
short cut hair. Her face was lightly made up, but it amplified
her beauty beyond anything I could imagine. My mouth had become
dry.

"Well I don't need to ask what you think," she smiled as she came
forward, lifting my jaw to closed my mouth.

When we arrived at the place, she hooked my arm and made me
escort her into the venue. It was a large and impressive hall
with a darkened dance area, a bar and lots of tables. There was a
silver service and several people in chef whites over some heated
containers. So, food then.

"My goodness Sarah, you look incredible!" she said as she finally
noticed her boss' outfit. "I've never seen you like this. Wow!"

My aunt smile and actually blushed herself.

"Thank you, Gracie. And you look stunning as usual," was her
reply to the woman.

Gracie laughed again, it was infectious.

"Darling, I have you to keep up with and you normally don't even
try. I am left in the shade when it comes to your appearance
tonight."

As she said this a man walked into one of the thick columns
holding up the roof.

"See!" Gracie said laughing, "So, this must be your young nephew.
A very handsome boy I must say." The tall woman with cascading
red hair and huge breasts stood in front of me.

All I could see really was her deep cleavage and the bulging
breasts. She laughed, a warm hearty sound.

"I like him, he knows exactly what he likes," she said caressing
my cheek.

I blushed with embarrassment as I realised that I was staring at
her huge breasts.

During the evening almost all of the people there had gawked at
my aunt as the night wore on. I heard comments about the 'Ice
queen' looking really beautiful.

"Shit! I didn't know she was so fucking hot!" one male voice said
as I walked to the drinks counter for a glass of punch. "I would
just love to climb between those wonderful legs. Ugh!"

I walked around like a peacock, proud at having the most
beautiful woman there related to me until I was grabbed and
dragged onto the dance floor by none other than the voluptuous
Gracie.

"Come on, Gorgeou. Come and show me your moves." She had been
drinking.

"I c... can't dance!" I squealed as she pulled me to her and
pressed my face into her big firm breasts, muffling anything else
I wanted to say.

She kept her hand against the back of my head and her other hand
in the small of my back, pinning me against her. I was forced to
cling to her and follow her movements as she swayed and twisted
to the slow music, rubbing her hips against mine.

I was aware of the people around me but didn't see any of them as
my face stayed buried in the larger woman's billowing breasts.
She rubbed herself against me and bent her head to whisper in my
ear.

"You feel so nice against me, Boy. I like how you feel. You move
very well for someone who can't dance too," she cooed and began
to nibble my ear.

I felt tremors pass down my body. She led me around the floor and
finally stopped moving when my back pressed against a wall. Four
songs had play while we danced and now my face was pulled free of
her bulging breasts.

My cock was rigid as it bore into her stomach through my clothes
and I stared up into her lovely face as she stroked my head and
pressed her heavy body against me.

As I gasped for air she suddenly kissed me hard, forcing her
tongue deep into my mouth. I struggled against her uselessly as
her heavier weight kept me in place, her tongue flicking in and
out of my mouth.

She held my head tightly in her hands and kept kissing me until
my legs buckled under me. She gave a moan of triumph and pulled
her mouth from mine with a wet 'pop'.

"Yummy! You are so tasty, I don't see why she should have all the
fun."

She dragged me away through a set of doors next to where we stood
and along a quiet corridor, I struggled to understand what she
meant and struggled to pull free of her. There were offices
further down and she pulled me into an unlocked room.

"Now, my little sweetie," she gasped as she held my head in her
hands and pressed me back against the wall, "I'm going to rape
you and rape you until you can't walk."

I gave a scream which she smothered with her mouth as she held me
pressed against the wall and almost ripped my trousers open. She
fished out my rigid cock, moaning with delight just as the door
crashed open.
Gracie pulled her mouth from mine and stood there looking behind
her.

"No wait, I can explain..." she pleaded.

"I'm sure you can," came my aunt's cold voice over the music
playing down the hall, "Step away from my nephew and I won't hurt
you."

Gracie let go of me and sprang back as if I were radioactive. I
could now see my aunt standing there in the dimly lit room. Her
face showed cold fury but that expression changed to concern as
she turned towards me.

"Oh god! Your REAL nephew! I thought..." her voice trailed off as
aunty Susan crossed over to her and grabbed her by her throat.

"You thought he was pretend nephew, my toy boy, my lover? Someone
I had picked up and playing a part with, hmm?"

Gracie had a look of sheer terror on her face as my aunt pushed
the woman to her knees.

"Now show me how sorry you are bitch!"

I watched in shock as my aunt lifted her dress up, exposing her
superb legs through the long slit and then show off her plump
pantie-less pussy.

I gawked at it, having never seen a pussy before except on the
Internet. She pulled the woman's face into her crotch and I could
hear sucking and slurping noises.

"Ahhhhh! Yes, that's it. Show me how sorry you are for trying to
rape my little boy. Make me cum on the same whore tongue you had
down his throat when I caught you. Yesss!"

I was standing there, leaning against a desk and watching Gracie
eat my aunt's pussy. My cock was so hard that it hurt.
"Come here boy," my aunt said sternly.

I obeyed and stood next to her, lust clouding my mind. She
grabbed my cock and squeezed it hard in her strong fist. I
yelled.

"I will teach you to keep this thing in your pants," she said
through gritted teeth as she yelled and came hard, forcing
Gracie's head into her crotch and crushing my poor wilting penis
in her iron grip.

For the rest of the party I was kept at my aunt's side. Gracie
was also kept nearby too but away from me. I kept looking at the
woman, I had never see a woman kissing another one before. I
thought my aunt must have turned into a lesbian after my uncle
had left her.

I was freed twice by my aunt when members of her staff asked to
dance with me even though I protested that I didn't know how. My
aunt showed off her 'handsome' nephew to all the people there.

The party was finally over and my aunt led me to her car with
Gracie following along meekly behind. She didn't drink anything
as she was driving but Gracie was a bit tipsy. We drove along in
silence until we arrived at Gracie's house in North Woodford.

I watched as aunt Susan led the woman to her door and
passionately kissed her before shoving her inside. The two women
disappeared inside for about twenty minutes before my aunt came
back to the car. She got in without a word and drove off.

I could see moisture on her lips that wasn't there before she
left the car and there was that same odour that Grace had on her
when she had finished licking my aunt's pussy before at the
party.

"Did you enjoy yourself tonight, Boy?" she asked so suddenly that
I jumped.

She burst out laughing and glanced at my frightened face.

"Well?" she asked again as she settled down.

"Yes, Aunty Susan. It was OK before..." I paused.

"Yes, well you should learn to behave in front of women or they
will take advantage of you."

"But I didn't do anything, Aunty Susan. She just..." I couldn't
finish.

"Yes, she has misbehaved tonight. I am going to severely punish
her later for that. No one touches you. I alone reserve that
right."

I stared at her in shock, what was she saying? Just then we
pulled into the driveway and parked. I walked in a daze into the
house.

"Go and get ready for bed." she told me as she closed and locked
the front door.

I walked up to my room and changed my clothes. I was frightened
at what she was eventually going to do to me and I knew that she
was going to do something to me. It was just like an electricity
in the air when she was around me.

She had now let me see her having sex with her 'girlfriend', or
what I assumed was her girlfriend. That is if you could call
watching a woman lick another woman as 'having sex'.

"Front and centre, boy" came my aunt's voice from outside my
door.

I ran over as I pulled up my boxer shorts. I always slept in
them. I didn't like pyjamas. I pulled open the door and stepped
outside. She was standing there in her short gauzy nightie with
her hands on her hips. Her incredible legs spread slightly apart.

As I stepped up to her she slapped me, real hard. I took a step
back, holding my stinging cheek.

"What was that for?" I asked, my voice squeaked, my eyes
stinging.

She stepped forward and slapped me again and my eyes filled with
tears.

"Never question me and never assume you know what I want. When I
wish something I will tell you. Understand, Boy?" Her eyes
widened with the word.

"Y... Yes, Aunty Susan." I mumbled through my fluttering lips,
wanting to cry.

She reached for me and I flinched. She slapped me again. I howl
in pain.

"What did I tell you about your assumptions?" she asked.

I understood and when she reached for my again I held myself
steady as her hand hooked my neck and pulled my along with her.

I was pushed into her bedroom and she locked the door behind me.
I tried really hard not to cry, but the tears were pouring down
my face.

"Get into the bed," she told me and I obeyed.

She switched off the lights and I felt her get in beside me in
the darkness. She pulled me against her and placed my head on her
shoulder, hugging me against her. My arm fell across her stomach
and she sigh with satisfaction.

"Now, go to sleep, Boy." she said.

–

I woke up when she pressed her lips against my forehead. I opened
my eyes and found her staring into my eyes. She gave me a small
pleased smile and kept stroking my face.

"Did you sleep well, Boy?" she asked sexily.

Her body was wrapped around me, her wonderful legs hooked around
mine and I could feel her smooth skin against my own as my head
still lay on her shoulder.

"This is your bed from now on, Boy, this is where you will sleep.
Do you understand?" she asked.

"Yes, Aunty Susan." I said docily.

She smiled and hugged me to her warm body, I felt her breasts
against my chest and started to get hard again. She reached down
and squeezed me.

"Naughty boy. I should punish you," she whispered
conspiratorially, "I'll leave you alone though. That's normal for
a growing boy. But you do have a nice big cock though, I think
it's bigger than your uncle's!"

I blushed as she stroked it gently through my boxers and kissed
my nose, then she released me and swung out of bed.

"Up boy. I have things to do even if you don't."

She was dressed in her grey work suit and and white shirt. She
looked at me over the breakfast table as she eat her toast.

"Clear up and wait for my phone call. I will wait no more than
three rings of the phone, after that you will be punished. Do you
understand?"

"Yes, Aunty Susan!" I almost shouted with fright.

She was becoming much harsher with me now since last night. I had
a few more years and then I would leave her and go off on my own.
Maybe I should ask my parents to send me some money to get a
place of my own. But if she found out...

"If anyone else calls or comes to the door, tell them to come
back later. Even if it is the police."

"Yes, Aunty Susan." I said.

She seemed satisfied and swallowed her last piece of toast, got
up and came over to where I was sitting.

"I have to go. Give me a kiss..."

She bent down to me and pouted, I craned my neck up to her and
pressed my lips against her soft mouth. She leaned into me and I
felt her suck gently on my mouth briefly before she pulled away,
leaving me with another erection. She left me there in the
kitchen and was gone before I caught myself.

–

When the phone rang I was in the toilet. I made a mad scramble to
get at it, but failed to reach it before it stopped after three
rings. I panicked. What would she do to me now. The phone rang
again and I snatched it up. It was her.

"Why didn't you answer the phone like I told you?" came her icy
voice.

"I was in the toilet!" I screeched desperately, "I still haven't
wiped myself. Please, Aunty Susan. Please give me a chance!"

I was crying now, sheer terror gripped my heart.

"I will deal with you when I get home. Right now I want you to
think about something. The phones are cordless, you could have
walked with one in the toilet with you."

Why the hell hadn't I thought of that?

"Please forgive me, please give me a chance."

"Not another word!" she shouted at me.

I sniffled, my eyes tearing up.

"I want you naked on my bed laying on your stomach when I get in,
is that clear?"

"Y... yes Aunty S... Susan." I cried as she hung up.

Why did she want me naked? I was sure I was going to be beaten.

–

I heard her car and ran naked into her room. By the time she came
inside I was lying on my stomach on her bed, waiting. I knew
something bad was about to happen to me, but I decided it was
better than whatever she would do to me if I disobeyed her.

She never said a word to me when she came in. She put down a big
bag she was carrying and came over to the bed. She dropped some
handcuffs on the bed and attached them to my wrists, pinning me
to the  bed-rails with my arms wide apart. She did the same to my
ankles and soon I was spread-eagled across the bed, at her mercy.

I watched as she reached under her skirt, pulled down her panties
and stepped out of them. She knelt on the big bed and grabbed my
chin.

"These panties are nice and wet from me thinking about what I am
going to do to you. Open your mouth," she told me and stuffed her
panties in.

I tasted a strong, tangy and pungent flavour. I wanted to gag but
fought it down knowing what would happen if I did.

She walked to her cupboard and took out a long thin cane. I
started crying again. She flexed the cane and then delivered a
stinging lash across my bum. I screamed into her panties as she
stepped back to examining her handiwork.

"Your skin is so smooth and taunt, it's a shame that I have to
blemish it."

She struck another hard blow and I screamed again into the soiled
cloth in my mouth.

"Can you taste me boy, can you taste my pussy juice? Get used to
it, soon you'll be drinking from my fountain of womanhood."

She began the long series of blows.

"Suck the panties boy, suck them!" she yelled as she beat me.
"You belong to me now!"

–

It was two hours since I got the last lash and I still lay
trembling on the bed as she lay next to me hugging me to her
naked body, stroking my hip as she kissed my forehead and my
mouth softly.

"Always obey me, Boy, always."

"Yes Aunty Susan," I whimpered.

I watched as she stroked her pussy and brought her fingers up to
my face, I could smell her strong female odours.

"Lick my fingers," she told me.

I didn't hesitate, sticking out my tongue and lapping her wetness
from her finger and hand as it dripped down. She laughed with
pleasure and fingered herself again, holding her hand up to my
face and watching me lick her gooey fingers clean.

"That's it, lick my pussy juices. There's a good boy."

She kept me there, against her on the bed. She continued to feed
me her cream until I fell asleep in her arms.

–

I woke alone on the bed. Still handcuffed by one arm to the
rails. I wanted to go to the toilet. I called for her and she
came into the room with a tray of food, still naked.

"What's the matter boy?" she asked.

"Can I go to the toilet please, Aunty Susan?"

She released me and let me go off by myself. When I finished I
went back into the room and climbed onto the bed. She was laying
there stroking her pussy, watching me as I lay down next to her.

"So far you've pleased me, Boy," she said to me as she began to
finger her pussy with a huge sigh of pleasure, "I think it's time
for your snack again."

She lifted her fingers and placed them close to my mouth. I
raised up and began to lick her gooey juices off her digits.

"Good boy! That's right lick Aunty Susan's pussy goo, there you
go." she turned her hand so that I could clean the other side.

She slipped her fingers into my mouth and I sucked them until she
pulled her hand away, fingered her pussy some more and returned
her wet fingers to my mouth again. I knew that sometime soon I
would have to eat her pussy as Gracie had done.

She eventually stopped and sent me to get the tray she left on
the dressing table. There was tea, toast and bacon on a hot
plate. We sat on the end of the bed eating as she occasionally
played with my balls.

She gave me some blue pills to drink and then pushed me back onto
the bed as she placed the tray on the floor.

"It's time for me to take what's mine," she said and climbed on
top of my stomach.

"Aunty Susan?" I whimpered.

"Yes, Boy?"

"I'm not... I never..."

"Is my boy a virgin?" she asked with a big delighted smile.

I nodded and she laughed heartily.

"That's just excellent because I am about to take your virginity
from you and make you mine." she told me and grasped my cock as
she moved backwards down my belly and I felt hot wetness against
the tip.

She gave a sigh and pushed back and down, I felt tight, wet grasp
of her pussy as it engulfed me.

"Ooooooh! Lovely!" she groaned.

"Ahhhhh!" I gasped at the same time.

She pressed her hips down and swallowed all of me into her
gripping hole, our bellies touched as she lay down on me and
gazed into my eyes.

"Now you're where you belong boy, in my pussy and in my bed. Say
it!" she demanded as her hips slowly rocked.

"I.. I am w... where I belong, in m... my Aunty Susan's p... p...
pussy and in my Aunty Susan's bed!" I stammered out loud, gasping
in pleasure at her tightness moving around the girth of my once
virgin cock.

"That's a good boy!" she said and kissed me hard, forcing her
tongue into my mouth.

I sucked it and she moaned in delight again, her pussy squeezing
me and making me cum excitedly and hard in her. I screamed into
her mouth and trembled as I clung to her wonderful, strong body.
She laughed with delight and then kissed me again, longer.

Later, I knelt in front of my aunt in the living room as she
continued to feed me her gooey fingers, getting me used to the
taste of her. Then she pulled my face down into her crotch and
taught me how to please her. I spent many hours on my knees
before her learning how to make her cum. By the end of the day my
jaw ached and I was burping her flavour.

"You have been a very good boy, now lets go to bed and fuck," she
said.

She pulled me to my feet and soon I lay under her moaning and
clutching her tightly as she made me orgasm twice.

–

I was twenty when my Susan got her divorce from my uncle. She had
finally let him marry his 'floozy', as she called her. She took
great pleasure in telling him that not only was she glad to be
rid of him, but her new lover was much better than he ever could
be.

He was going to dismiss her comment until she brought me out.
Uncle Frank stare in horror at me as I stood clinging to Susan's
arm.

"What the fuck have you done to him?" he screamed at her, "Keith,
come here. I'm taking you away from that crazy woman."

He made a move to grab me and I pulled away behind Susan's body.
I was a part of her now, I could never leave her. My mind knew
that this dependency was her doing but I had also accepted it as
my new life years ago. My neediness had now been fulfilled.

"See, he doesn't want to go with you. He's well over the age of
consent and he's mine now, all mine." she laughed, her revenge
was complete.

She had taken his nephew and turned him into her personal love
slave. My uncle stood in the courthouse with his piece of paper
telling him that he was a free man, while the woman he had just
divorced walked away with his nephew in total mental bondage.

We got into her car and drove off home.

"That was very satisfying, even though half of it was balls!" she
laughed. "I have you just because you look so much like him. I
still love that son-of-a-bitch deep down and when I saw you back
then I knew I could have my cake and eat it. I saw how soft and
weak you were, perfect for training into my perfect man. But I
have always loved you boy, always."

She squeezed my leg and we went home.

–

I found out that she was pregnant for me the next day and
everything else became clear. We were married in June that year.
It was a small ceremony and, surprisingly, both of my parents
attended. My father gave her away to me. I'm still freaked out by
that.

After our honeymoon she bore me a son, Alan Dey. As I write this
she is pregnant with our daughter Angela, and we are planning on
moving to a bigger house. This one is getting too small.

Gracie is running the business now, she still comes over for a
fuck or three from both of us and still gets the cane when she
doesn't meet her targets.

Susan's calling me now so I have to end this. I have to go and
lay down in my wife Susan's bed.



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Aunt Susan's Bed