Title: Taste Of Independence
Keywords: internet, mF, cheat, mat, mdom, inc, voy, anal, aunt, nephew
Author: Caesar
Summary: Using his Aunt's hate for her husband, nephew comes to dominant her completely.
 







A delighted, incredulous bride
Remarked to her groom at her side :
        "I never could quite
         Believe till tonight
Our anatomies would coincide."

Taste Of Independence

by Caesar, copyright 2006

$Revision: 1.4 $ $Date: 2007-12-02 07:47:46 $

Aunt Sharon eased the fat carrot from out of her dripping wet sex and
chucked it casually over her shoulder into the sink.  "How did that
look?"  She asked breathlessly, anxious, her still-gaping sex
pulsating.

"Very hot Aunt Sharon."  My voice sounded raspy, my throat dry.

She smiled pleased at the compliment, her voluptuous pale skin
glistening with perspiration, as her hands once again reached down to
adjust the elastic top of her white stocking higher up her thigh.

I clicked a half dozen more digital pictures as she did this.  Her
eyes alternating between the camera lens, her hands and the bulge
between my thighs.

When the stockings were again as high up as they would go on her
smooth white fleshy gams she asked, "Whats next Andrew?"

"You up for more Aunt Sharon?"  My eyes stole a look down to confirm
that the camera held enough memory for more pictures.

A mischievous smile appeared on her lips, one that would have been so
alien not so long ago.  "Only if you think we need more shots honey?"
'Honey', that started just before our first photo shoot.

My eyes slowly looked my 60 year old Aunt over, wearing her new blue
lace bustier and white stockings, her huge breasts hanging nearly to
her navel as she sat upon the top of her kitchen table.  She was
breathing heavily as those wide dark nipples seemed to move almost
hypnotically upon the quivering white flesh of her breasts.
 
A decision was made, "Lets get a few more of your backside Aunt
Sharon?"  I still could not say 'ass' to my mother's older sister.

She nodded, obviously very pleased to continue.  Then my Aunt slipped
off the table and knelt down onto the aged linoleum, turning so her
backside was facing me before lowering herself down onto her elbows.
"Hows this look honey?"

"Spread your knees a little more Auntie."  They moved shoulder width
apart giving me a very graphic view of my ageing Aunt from the rear.
Then as if she were doing this professionally, Aunt Sharon arched her
back downwards which caused her large buttocks to be more pronounced -
the crevice between gaping open provocatively.  It was obvious that
she was very wet, her pink folds swollen and dripping - but I already
knew this.

I did not take the camera from my eye as I took dozens of photos, most
centred between her raised ass.

"Look over your shoulder at the camera Auntie."

She did, the smile on her lips and in her eyes genuine and in no way
forced.  Then without any direction, her left hand reached around and
grasped her own buttock and pulled it apart from its partner - the
pink asterisk of her anus seemingly winking towards me.

I could not help but purr, "Very nice."

"I am glad you think so Andrew."  She always seemed to enjoy my every
positive comment - her eyes often drawn to the bulge in my trousers.
Nothing was ever said directly about my condition, about how I got
into this condition, about what I did with it after our photo shoot
was over.

"Okay, don't move for a second."  Kneeling behind my near-naked Aunt,
straddling one of her calves, I leaned in and took some closeup
photos.

The lens but a breath away from her gaping anus, Aunt Sharon reached
between her full soft thighs and slowly eased two fingers into her
obviously wet sex.

These pictures are going to be great!

The hand holding her cheek moved in and one finger poked her own anus,
shoving into it to the first knuckle.

Aunt Sharon was breathing heavily again, gasping for air and moaning
loudly.

"That's it... you have a beautiful bum Aunt Sharon!"

My words seemed to break the passion within her, enough for her to
catch my eye through the lens by looking over shoulder, "I am pleased
that you think so honey."  And she did look pleased - though, of
course, that was not the only reason she was doing this.

I stepped back away from my Aunts bottom, "Okay, now can you roll onto
your back Aunt Sharon?"

She pulled her hands from herself and then did as I asked, being
careful of her ageing body against the hard flooring - as she has
always said, she was not as limber as she used to be.

I saw that the two fingers that were in her cunt were coated with her
juices, practically dripping off her fingers.  I had her hold them up
for some closeup photos.  "Now lick them clean Aunt Sharon... just do
it slowly please."  I clicked away as her playful lust-filled gaze
bore into my eye through the lens of the camera while her full red
lips sucked, her fat juicy tongue licked, her digits clean.

"Very nice!"

She giggled again, a sound originating deep down in her throat.
Another noise that I had never heard from my mother's sister until
recently.

Then she sat up, holding herself upright with her hands behind her on
the hard floor.  "Anything more honey?"

She was seated there, one stocking again almost to her knee, her
nipples wrinkled and tight and must be as hard as rocks, her hairless
sex pink and swollen with desire as the juices running from that
bright pink hole and covered all the flesh from her navel to the tops
of her stockings with a thick coating of her sex juice.  And she
looked more than a little tired.

"Just one more scene Aunt Sharon.  Do you have any fruit?"

A mischievous smile slowly spread on her lips, "I think I have
some... would a nice thick banana do honey?"

I had to stifle the laugh of pleasure that almost burst from me, "That
would be perfect Aunt Sharon."

Her eyes sparkled as she rolled over onto her knees and crawled
quickly towards the cupboard.  I took a second to confirm there was
still enough space in the memory card for more photos.  These moments
were worth capturing for all time!

How did this incredible situation start?  How does a boring guy like
me end up directing his matronly Aunt in porn?

 -*-

"Andrew?  Can I come in?"  The door opened before I had a chance to
respond and my Aunt stood looking angry but determined in the opening
- the facial expression that I mostly associated with my mother's
sister.  I simply turned away from my monitor and keyboard, facing her
in my swivel chair.  "You said there was a lot of money in those
pictures you have right?"

I swallowed thickly and nodded, wishing that the conversation we had
shared a week before could just be long forgotten.  You see, my Aunt
Sharon came into my room while I was on the phone upstairs - she saw
some of the stuff I look at graphically displayed upon my monitor.  I
had walked into the room with her seated before my desk, scrolling
through literally thousands of naked pictures of mature ladies.

"That bastard says I have to do what he says or I can just get out!"
She was practically shouting and, of course, I knew whom she was
referring too - my uncle.  He once told me that it was a shame that
you can't shoot your wife when they hit forty.  The two of them barely
spoke, but when they did she shrieked and my uncle growled - it was
always an ugly scene.  My uncle was the old fashioned man's man,
expecting his wife to keep her opinion to herself, to work only in
keeping their home together and food on the table.  My Aunt, on the
other hand, was a strong willed woman, who used her fiery temper and
stubborn determination as a sword.

Aunt Sharon stomped into the room upon her hand knitted slippers, the
raised hardwood flooring bouncing with each of her steady steps.  "He
says when he dies I can have all his money, but until then to just
shut up.  Me!"  She dropped her heavy short frame upon the end of my
bed and glared at me.  "You said the ladies in your pictures often did
it for money right?"

Better than telling her many might do it just for the thrill of it.

I just shrugged an answer - hating that she wanted to get me involved
in their continual fighting.  And that was what they did, argue loudly
any time they were in the same room.  Oh, my uncle didn't just berate
and verbally abuse my Aunt - no one can do that and get away with it.
You see, my Aunt Sharon is a very strong woman - sturdy in frame as
well as spirit - she gave just as harsh as she received.  Why did they
stay together, why not just divorce like most other couples that did
not like each other?  Because of their religion - it was a sin.  Isn't
that a joke?

Now Aunt Sharon's cheeks turned a shade of red and she looked at the
floor between us.  "How much money would I get if I posed in pictures
like that Andrew?"

My mouth opened but I realized I had nothing to say - her question
shocked me to silence.  Was she really suggesting what I think she
was?

She seemed to sense my embarrassment, "Nothing too racy you understand
- I could never do that."

"Are you serious Aunt Sharon?"

She crossed her arms over her ample bosom and humphed before
answering, "What do I have that those women on your computer do not
Andrew?  Besides, I am sixty years of age - what do I care if a man
wants to look at me naked?"  By the tone of her voice, she seemed to
disbelieve that any man could be considered sane to look at her naked
body.

She was right about the photos of course - my personal archive of
pictures on my computer had all sorts, ages forty and above only.  And
Aunt Sharon was still handsome of face, seemed to have the curves, if
in abundance, and those breasts alone would turn the head of any guy
who appreciates mature ladies.

My voice finally returned, "I can search on-line for you Aunt Sharon -
see if I can't find out how you", here I had to swallow thickly again,
"can get paid to do some modelling."

A tension seemed to lift from the room and Aunt Sharon's shoulders
softened as she slowly stood up and started towards the door.  She
stopped just outside it and turned to face me, "This is our secret
right honey, I don't want that bastard to find out okay?"

Before her question registered, I was taken back by her use of the
term 'honey'.  How the hell did I get myself into this?

 -*-

Aunt Sharon read the printed contract for the third time, her mouth
moving as she read the terms yet again.  I had heard a rumour that she
only had education until grade seven, though I would guess her never
to admit the fact.

We were in my bedroom, me seated in my swivel chair yet again and she
at the edge of my bed - the only two places to sit in the small space.

When she was done she looked up at me, a new spark in her eye that I
had never seen before, "That seems like a lot of money Andrew."

I nodded, having spoken in email with the guy willing to pay for
photos of anyone over fifty - Aunt Sharon certainly applied.  "Yes,
but only if he agrees to accept your work."

She nodded, having read that part three times.  "He wants a photo?
Makes perfect sense of course - so I don't disgust the guys right?"
Aunt Sharon then giggled nervously and it was the first time I had
ever heard her make that sound and it unnerved me.  She had looked at
me out the corner of her eye as she spoke, as if trying to read my
expressions - though I dare say, I was still stunned by this whole
conversation that I just sat there mute.  "Do you have a camera honey
- we can get this part over and done with right now?"

The fact that my mother's sister seemed almost anxious to start
modelling and that it was I that she was asking to take her first
photo startled me even further.  I had to lock my eyes to her face,
afraid to look down at her ample bosom or her thick shapely calves and
get caught.

"A camera?"  I may have stuttered something at that point.

She frowned, "No camera?  I don't think we should use mine - the
developers will have a hoot seeing my old pucker come out on film."
She pursed her lips and frowned, deep in thought - then she brightened
up considerably.  "What about your uncles?  He has a digital camera he
uses for quotes - likes to show everyone how fancy it is, how many
buttons it has - I think it would be poetic justice to use his?"

What could I do but nod my acceptance.  I don't think my uncle uses
his digital camera more than two or three times a year.

"I will go get it and be right back and then we can do the picture
right away."

She stood to do as she had stated, but I squeaked out, "Right away?
You want me to do the pictures Aunt Sharon?"

She stopped and looked over her shoulder, "You are the most qualified
person I know Andrew."  Then she was gone.  I took her last statement
as a stab at my choice of erotic material that she had discovered on
my monitor.

My Aunt was gone less than a minute but it felt like an hour - my
palms were sweaty and a knot had grown in my gut.  She stepped back
into my room and handed me the expensive camera.  Just like my uncle
to spend so much money on an item and then barely use it.

Instinctively I began to configure it for our needs.  It was nearly
idiot proof - and I was surprised at how large the internal memory
card was on the thing, I could literally take thousands of photos
before I had to download to my computer.

This was fucking crazy.

She stood there with an odd smile, "Okay Andrew, how do you want me?"
Her choice of words did not help my nervousness one bit.

I looked up and the first thing I noticed was that her nipples had
hardened and were visibly poking against her blouse.  "How do I want
you?"

She nodded after raising her brow at my innocent question, "Do you
think a picture of just my face would be enough honey?"  I just
starred at her, her words seeming to take several seconds before I
comprehended them.  "Probably not huh?"  I was still fumbling over her
choice of the word 'honey' so I was still seconds behind her latest
question.

Again my Aunt frowned, making her look almost older than her years,
she also seemed at a loss how to start.  I soon realized that it was
up to me, this was why she was asking for my help - because I've
enjoyed mature ladies in my vast porn collection for years.  Sure I
was no photographer, but with a digital camera - it was just point and
click right?  And if you make a mistake, click again and then again
and of course, again - keeping only the best.

"I don't think just a face shot would be enough Aunt Sharon."  I
almost said 'facial' but caught myself.

She shrugged, her nervousness finally showing through.  "I thought
not."

"Maybe something risque would do?"

Her face brightened up, "Like a cheesecake photo right honey?"

"Yea Auntie, just like that."  Her enthusiasm to do this was shocking
to say the least.

I told her the idea that was coming to me and she leaped at it.

An hour later I was standing at the entrance of her bathroom facing
her jacuzzi tub, where she sat on its edge.  She had spent the last
hour removing her clothing, working on her short curly hair and then
applying makeup.  All my Aunt wore was a large terrycloth dark blue
bathrobe - my uncles she had admitted with malicious humour - nothing
could be seen, but it was sexy as hell.

"Loosen the top a little more Aunt Sharon." I was looking through the
rear of the camera, nervously taking various photos - all of which I
did not think were perfect yet.

"So you are a boob man are you?"  She giggled again as she loosened
the thick robe, so with the slight angle that she sat, I could see
nearly the whole of one huge white breast.  Hell, I think that was the
edge of her nipple right there.  She moved into the position I had
been attempting to place her in, most of one leg nearly to the waist
was also exposed.

Her comment caused my face to flush hotly, yet again. "Please Aunt
Sharon, you asked me to help?"

"Sorry honey, I am just a little nervous."  It was the first time she
was admitting to such.  Her legs moved slightly and her robe opened
exposing all of one curvy calf right up to the edge of her hip.

As the camera rose, she gave almost a shy smile as she looked into the
camera and I took the perfect shot.  It was almost later that I
realized my Aunt had not been looking at the camera but at a point
just beneath my belt when that photo was taken.

 -*-

Aunt Sharon pulled her own white terrycloth robe around her sweaty
trembling form and looked at me seriously, "Do you think these will be
worth something?"  She was talking about the hundreds of photos we had
already taken these last ninety minutes.  Her voice raspy and
strained.

I was trying hard not to look at the dripping wet banana on the edge
of the table beside her hip where she had dropped it after its use, "I
know they will Aunt Sharon."  Hell, I had several hundred photos -
many with fingers or phallus-shaped objects moving in and out of her
big hairless pink wet cunt.  The photos on the memory card were some
of the hottest stuff I've ever seen, and I have viewed thousands over
the years.

"Why don't you go down to your room while I clean up here honey?"  Her
eyes looked at me nervously, perhaps suggesting I would wish to do
something else.

I thought she meant for me to go transfer the pictures from the camera
to my computer, so we could select the best graphics before sending to
the guy from that mature adult site.  But when I quickly looked at her
face, she was again starring at the obvious bulge in my jeans and I
considered that she may have meant something else.

When I paused Aunt Sharon spoke up almost tenderly, "I should
apologize to you Andrew - this can't be easy on you is it?"  Her eyes
were locked on the bulge in my jeans.

I just shrugged, which she could not see of course as her eyes were
considerably south of my own.

 -*-

The first location was her choice and I started to realize my Aunts
reasoning for wanting to do these erotic photos may have more to do
with revenge than money.  You see, she chose his workshop out in the
garage - which would not have been my first choice of course.

The email, with attached document, had arrived only yesterday and I
was fearful when I showed it to Aunt Sharon.  She read it only the one
time, let her hands with the document drop to her lap before taking a
big deep sigh - "I guess that's it then - when do we start?"

A trembling started in my shoulders that I fought hard to contain.
"Aunt Sharon, I am no professional photographer - perhaps you should
find someone else to take the pictures?"

That surprised her and she looked suddenly embarrassed.  "Oh?  I
suppose if... if I offended you Andrew, I am sorry."  She turned to
the fourth page of the document in her hand, "I could contact this
man, though he is expensive."  She again dropped her hands and
document to her lap and asked in a direct but nervous manner, "Tell me
Andrew, is your objection that I am your Aunt or that I would be
hideous to look at naked?"

My mouth opened and closed but nothing came out for nearly half a
minute - then I managed, "I do not think you are hideous to look at
Aunt Sharon."

She looked away in disgust, "Well that is something I suppose."

Then she suddenly stood, the papers falling to the floor at her feet.
"If you will not help me, than I think I should stop this farce.  I am
too old for all this anyways."  She turned and strode the three steps
to my open doorway, "I can just wait for the old bastard to die away."

"Don't go Aunt Sharon... please?"

Less then twenty four hours she stood on her bare feet on the dirty
cement floor trying to look sexy in her work belt, including the
dangling hammer and wrenches of course - her face red with
embarrassment and nerves.

"Perhaps like this honey?"  She put her welder gloved hand on her hip
and shoved her wide ass towards where I knelt behind her, with the
camera.

Inwardly, I sighed - these were not coming out too great.  Aunt Sharon
was dirty and sweaty from the unventilated work room we had been in
for nearly ninety minutes already - she did not look sexy at all.  Oh,
her near nudity was magnificent - and for the first hour it was all I
could do to not stare open-mouthed at those wide nipples or the
abundant growth of fur between her legs.  Yet, I wanted the photos to
turn out great as well - but my Aunt was a strong willed person, one
that I can not imagine, standing up too.

After a dozen more photos in that position, her eyes looking less than
sultry, Aunt Sharon took a thankful sigh then turned around with
mittens on her hands on hips, "Well, I think that should do honey.
How do we find out how they turned out?"

She must sense my disappointment - she no longer had that barely
contained excitement bubbling up from within her.  And she kept
looking, but never found the bulge in my jeans that should have been
present.

I told her about downloading to my desktop and then scrolling through
the lot to pick the best of the bunch.  She nodded, then spun towards
the towel over in the corner and wrapped it about her person, the
handle of the hammer banging against her wide soft thighs as she made
her way back to the house.

 -*-

Aunt Sharon looked depressed as I reached the last of the workshop
photos on my desktop monitor.  It was silent for nearly a moment
before she spoke soberly, "Not too great are they?"

I had to agree but only had the nerve to nod.

"I guess that's really it isn't it Andrew?"  She was staring at the
last photo on the screen, her dirt covered white flesh poking out
towards the camera.  In the photos she just looked old, sweaty and
tired - hardly very erotic.

It was at that moment that my perception of my mother's older sister
changed.  Forget the attempts at sexy photos, the naked flesh now
captured on digital picture.  There in my Aunt's eyes were real tears
- the toughest person, except maybe my uncle, alive was crying.

In that moment, my Aunt was human, had feelings and was indeed
vulnerable.  She needed me to help her do this odd thing, to prove to
her husband, or maybe herself, that she didn't need him and I had
failed her.  I've seen tens of thousands of photos on the Internet, I
knew how a mature woman looked good or not - how different body types
were secondary to a good pose.

The voice I heard was my own, but it surprised even myself at how
calmly it spoke the words, "I think we should give it another try Aunt
Sharon."

She blinked at the tears, one escaping her eyes to slid down her
cheek.

I closed the program with the photo plastered on the screen, and
scrolled through the directories until I found what I was looking for.
It opened full screen and Aunt Sharon just starred at the woman
captured in still before her.

"I think you are a very attractive woman Aunt Sharon, but I do not
think what we did today would be able to show that."  I had her
attention now.

I pressed the space bar, the voluptuous mature woman on the screen -
the one resembling my Aunt in stature - moved from one pose to the
other.

"Let me direct the next set and if it does not work out then we can
give up."

Aunt Sharon laughed suddenly but it died quickly away, "Do you think I
could look like that woman Andrew - for real?"

"No Aunt Sharon", I closed the application so I had her full
attention, "I think you would look better."

A hand slid up to her cheek to whip away the single tear while a small
smile started to appear on her face.

 -*-

Aunt Sharon came out of the bathroom where she had prepared herself
for nearly two hours.  What appeared looked like a different woman -
younger and relaxed, a small smile on her lips.  She knew she looked
good, she knew that this might just work this time.

I stood at the foot of her bed and just leered open-mouth at her.
When we had sat together for hours, strolling through on-line lingerie
sites, I never imagined the outcome would be so successful.  She wore
a red chemise that had a low back, sequin shoulder straps and a sheer
lace bodice.  Her full shapely legs were encased in silicone
stockings, black with lace gripper elastic stay ups.

That was it.

Standing there I could see the shadow of her wide nipples, the newly
trimmed inverted triangle of her sex beneath the bottom edge of the
chemise.  It was like this was the first time I've seen her naked -
those prior viewings overshadowed by the delicious sight now before
me.

With her hair carefully prepared, her face with only the minimal
amount of makeup and her skin clean, smooth and deliciously pale - she
looked fantastic.

"I can see that you like?"  She laughed lightly and it only broke the
spell when I realized that she was again looking down at my lap and I
could feel myself pulsating against my denim pants.  "What would you
like me to do first honey?"  I could have sworn she said this in such
a tongue-in-cheek manner that my mothers older sister was flitting
with me?

I cleared my throat.  "Walk slowly to the end of the bed and sit down
Aunt Sharon."  The camera began to click as the photos captured each
of her sexy steps.  She sat.  "Now get comfortable, cross your legs."
It looked fantastic when she crossed those sexy stocking clad gams of
hers - they were so damn shapely.

I knelt before her and kept the camera before my face as I spoke to
her, calming her down.  "What do you think is your best feature Aunt
Sharon?"

"My mind", she immediately responded.

I laughed as if on cue.

"But men used to be most interested in my breasts."  Her back
straightened unconsciously, her chest thrusting towards the camera.

"Would it surprise you that I think it is your legs Aunt Sharon?"

She was silent for a few seconds before uncrossing and then recrossing
her legs, the other way.  "Do you really honey?"  There was no
seductive tone to those words, she was genuinely surprised and pleased
at my revelation.

Without looking, I knew she was again looking south of my belt.

"Does it turn you on being before the camera Aunt Sharon?"

"Not really."

That took me by surprise and I rose my eyes from the LCD screen at the
back of the camera for a second.  "Really?"

She smirked but stayed silent.

It can't be just about the money can it?  "Then why are you doing this
Aunt Sharon?"

She blinked a half dozen times, her eyes boring into my own, before an
answer appeared.  "I would like my independence back if the truth be
told."  I doubted that meant a divorce - most probably she just wanted
to have the financial means to do what she wanted to do with her days
rather than being half-chained to the house.

It always came back to my uncle of course.

"But do you enjoy doing these photos?"

She stayed silent for a moment, again shifting her crossed knees
before answering, "Ask me another time... okay honey?"

I thought, slightly surprised at her non-answer, to change the
subject, "Reach beneath the blanket by your right hip Aunt Sharon."
Her hand came out holding the large pink rubber dildo that we had
chosen together on-line only days before.

There we were scrolling through photos, mature women doing all sorts
of things with partners or themselves - all sorts of objects and
fingers inserted into their obvious holes when Aunt Sharon suddenly
spoke up, "I think we should get one of those?"

She was asking of course, because this was my show and I had to wait
for my heart to stop beating so fast before agreeing.  I then scrolled
to a on-line sex shop and let her choose which kind.

"This is much bigger than your uncle."  It was bigger than me if truth
be told - but not by much.  "I have never been with another man
besides your uncle, did you know that honey?"  She was holding the
pink dildo before face, studying it intently as the camera captured
the moment.

"No Aunt Sharon, I didn't.  Have you thought about other men?"

Slowly, and I knew I was learning of knowledge that no one else alive
knew, "Of course I thought of different men, before my marriage for
the most part."

"Kiss and lick it please."  This was all so surreal.  "Did you marry
young Aunt Sharon?"

Between kisses and small dainty licks about the fat wide head of the
dildo, "In retrospect, I shouldn't have married at all."  She even
pressed the end of the dong between both her lips as if she meant to
suck it, but took it out to speak, "In my youth, a good girl knew how
to use her hands to keep her virginity safe."

Did my Aunt just admit to giving hand jobs before she married?

Aunt Sharon tried to wrap her thumb and index finger around the mid
point of the shaft but failed.  "I think if a boy had something like
this I would not have married your uncle."  She giggled, and for the
first time in my life I heard that sound.  The giggling died away
slowly as she rubbed the pale head of that dildo around her lace
covered wide nipples, "He used to just climb on and ride me - but it
rarely lasted a moment."  'He' evidently was my uncle and the
direction of her admission was making me feel rather uncomfortable.
"We used to do that every night for the first year or two of our
marriage - but now I could not tell you which year your uncle had last
poked me."  I could not be certain if she was implying that she missed
being 'poked' or not?

Aunt Sharon slowly eased down one thin strap of her chemise to allow
her hand to slip in and heft out one huge breast - the bare tit seemed
to glow in the pale light, the dildo already teasing her nipple which
was obviously becoming rather excited.

"I never thought much about all that until I saw those photos on your
computer honey."  I could feel her looking at me, but I dare not look
up from the camera - my face fell hot and I knew it to be flushed -
these were some great photos I was capturing.  "Will you want me to
use this thing on myself Andrew?"

She wiggled the rubber penis before herself comically but I felt no
humour at that moment, just nerves.  I nodded rather robotic in answer
knowing when she had asked if she could purchase the toy she would be
using it for the camera.

"Good."  The head of the rubber cock returned to her hard wrinkled old
nipple.  "I have been looking forwards to having this thing inside me.
Honey?  May I spread my legs now?"

I was trembling when I nodded, Aunt Sharon waiting for my permission
to proceed.

Those thick strong legs spread slowly and I saw, and then smelt, her
sexual musk.  It was so pink, bright with female dew and the meaty
outer lips seemed swollen even as they opened naturally so as to give
me an unrestricted view of my mother's older sister's most private
part of her person.

Unconsciously I moved closer with the camera so that I was nearly
touching one knee.

When an aged wrinkled hand slipped past the newly trimmed salt and
paper pubic hair to slip a finger into the wet groove she spoke
surprised, "I do not think I have ever been so excited honey."  She
sounded surprised as well as delighted.

Aunt Sharon fell back onto the bed, both her feet coming off the floor
to spread in the air above her.  She was even more exposed than
before.  My heart was beating to rapidly that I felt as if I were
about to pass out.

"Tell me what to do honey... please?"  There was a note of desperation
in her voice, something else I had never heard before.

I had to clear the lump in my throat first, "Suck on the toy as you
touch yourself with your other hand Aunt Sharon."

There was no hesitation, the dildo was lowered straight down so that
half the fat head was within her mouth while the other hand slipped up
and down her wet pink sex, the middle finger slipping deep within
herself on each thrust.  I moved about her body, capturing the scene
for all time in the digital memory of the camera from numerous angles.

"Now move it down your body."  I burst out unintentionally when my
Aunt rushed to comply, "Slowly!"

The long rubber penis slipped up and down the groove of my Aunts sex,
already its veined surface glistening with female juice and saliva.
"Put it in Aunt Sharon."  What I wanted to say was for her to 'fuck
herself silly' with the thing, but could not say those words to the
sternest adult I had known while growing up - even now, after all we
had done together these last few weeks.

There was no hesitation, no cautionary look between her legs - Aunt
Sharon grasped the base of that large cock in both hands, crunched her
toes together and tightened her calf muscles as she eased it into
herself.

With a gasp, she seemed to relax her body when two thirds of the beast
was within her body.  Without opening her eyes, my Aunt asked calmly,
"How does that look honey?"

"God that is beautiful!"  It was an instinctive comment, but Aunt
Sharon's eyes snapped open and she starred down between her raised
thighs to look at me, where I knelt less than a meter from her exposed
violated sex.

I dared not look up at her, instead focusing on the LCD screen on the
back of the camera - praying that it would hold hundreds more photos.
I felt the sweat beading on my forehead and ignored it.

"Move it slowly in and out please Aunt Sharon."

"Where honey?"  I looked up from the camera display to see her
mischievous but glassy-eyed gaze.  "Tell me exactly where - I need to
hear you say the words!"

To took a breath and leaped across that chasm, "Fuck your cunt with
the dildo Aunt Sharon."

Her immediate response was to hiss in pleasure, nodding her head and
smiling.  My gaze returned to the camera - again amazed at what was
achieved here.

Releasing one hand, she slowly eased the thing from her pink folds -
the inner labia seeming to cling desperately to the fake cock as it
withdrew, its sides coated with her obvious excitement.

My mother's sister fucked herself for nearly five minutes as I caught
over a hundred photos of those precious moments.  Myself, I was a
trembling sweaty mess.

Aunt Sharon was the one to break the spell, "Can I change positions
honey?  I'm getting a little cramped."

I actually shook my head, as if this would help with cobwebs in my
mind and mumbled something affirmative.

Taking her hand from the phallus object inside herself, she left it
within her folds as she rolled over onto her stomach and then up onto
her knees - the cock thrusting out from her cunt like some obscene
arrow.  Aunt Sharon reached around with one hand, the other holding
herself steady, as she again grasped the edge of the cock and
continued to fuck herself with it.  I could see how wet her soft inner
thighs were - amazed at the amount of juice I was seeing.

Did she not admit she found little pleasure in doing these photos?
Somehow that ran false with the evidence I had gathered.

As she fucked herself, she spoke rather calmly, "I once suggested to
your uncle that I wanted to do it this way and he told me only the
animals had sex like this.  I never asked again."  Over the last
while, she had to have seen many photos from this angle - how sexy
those mature models looked ass high.

Her ass was gorgeous!

In and out, again and again - the pale flesh-coloured cock practically
dripping with her juices.

I can sense that the moment is over, that the scene had played itself
out.  "Aunt Sharon - you can stop now if you wish?"  With so much
obvious excitement within the woman, why had she not orgasmed?

She sighed then let the thing drop out of her now-red swollen sex and
then she fell onto her hip, sweaty and tired.

"One last thing to end this session Auntie - can you look into the
camera like you are tired and exhausted while cuddling with the toy."

She jokingly mumbled as she retrieved her dildo, "Men!  Always asking
for more."

Then she did as I asked - but more.  She ensured both her breasts were
hanging out of her chemise then slipped the slick cock between them -
the head against her lips.  Then with an exhausted look to her eyes
and face, which was certainly not forced, she gently kissed then began
to lick the juice from the cock before her.

Good god, this was gold!

"For heaven's sake Andrew, you are trembling like a leaf?"  She sat
up, noticing my condition and dispelling the moment, looking concerned
towards where I stood at the side of her bed.  Glancing rapidly, she
confirmed that my pants had the customary throbbing bulge.  "You
better go lie down honey?"  We both knew laying down was not what she
meant.

I dropped the camera, my hands sore from holding it so tightly, "No,
that's okay Aunt Sharon - I'm fine, really."  The reality was, I did
not want to end this magical encounter, standing, directing, this
photo shoot - it was a fantasy come true.

"Well, go back to your room honey - I will clean up and join you in an
hour so we can check out those pictures that we just took."

I nodded, my mouth suddenly dry and not working - perhaps I better.

 -*-

She was beaming with pride, "I never realized I could look so good!"

"They are great Aunt Sharon."  She was seated next to me, both of us
before my computer.

She was wearing jeans and a sweater, obviously newly showered so that
she smelt fresh.  Turning to me she asked, "Do you think they will
like them this time?"

The photo series from the workshop had met with only a lukewarm
reception - they had not purchased them outright, but had asked for
one more series.  I took this to say, "that the first one was not good
enough, if the next set was the same, you can kiss the contract
goodbye".

There was no doubt in my mind that they would accept these photos.  We
had spent nearly an hour choosing a hundred of the best shots -
deliberating over which closeup of her sex getting plunged by the
dildo looked better than the other.  That sort of thing.  It was still
all very insane to me.

Of course I saved every photo, if it was going to the publisher or not
- it was not part of my very special collection.

"I don't think they dare not buy the set this time - they will love
them."

She was obviously energized by what she had done, how the photos had
turned out.  And wiggled her wide bum in the seat beside me
unconsciously, again and again.

After escaping from her room nearly two hours ago, I had went
immediately to the bathroom and tossed off - shooting like a hose
which felt like a litre of sperm from my balls.  It had only taken
seconds and the only thing on my mind was my Aunt Sharon and that
dildo.  Tell me how wrong this whole thing was, tell me how much of an
idiot to get involved in this?  I've said those and more things to
myself numerous times.

"I really do have a pretty cunt don't I honey?"  As alien as it was to
call her sex 'cunt', hearing her say it was even stranger.  I simply
nodded, words escaped me.

Aunt Sharon giggled again like a schoolgirl - such an alien sound.
"How shall we do the next one Andrew?"

Next one?  She was sure of herself.  She too knew that today's session
was magnificent.

I thought for a moment and then told her - her eyebrows raising in
pleasant and anxious surprise.

 -*-

The money from the publisher, more than expected as they included a
price for the first series of photos plus a bonus as an incentive to
do more, was much more than anticipated.  Aunt Sharon had nearly broke
down crying when she saw the cheque - and had hugged it to her bosom
before rushing from the house to go open a new bank account and
deposit her earnings.  Had I become the instrument of my Aunt and
Uncles marital demise?

The bathroom, the set for the next scene, was the typical mature
couples refuge.  It had lace and pinks in abundance - it had flowered
bath rugs and matching towel sets.  But it was also perfect for this
next set and I had seen how Aunt Sharon had agreed just from the look
in her eyes.

The first photo to the publisher had been taken in this room - though
it had only been with my Aunt seated on the edge of the tub and
showing a little leg and cleavage.  This time would be much different.

Having slowly disrobed and strut before the mirror, all by direction
and with the camera clicking away - Aunt Sharon sat on the toilet and,
on command, urinated into the bowl.  I had been nervous when I had
foretold her about this act, but she had seemed nothing but anxious to
do it.  The camera caught the yellow stream coming from between her
legs.

Then I had her climb into the tub, use the shower head to wet the area
between her legs and then apply my Uncle's shaving cream to her
recently trimmed bush.  Carefully and while biting her bottom lip,
Aunt Sharon used one of her husbands blades to shave her bush
completely bare until only skin was showing.  I then handed her the
bottle of baby oil.

"You are such a naughty young man Andrew."  I have learnt - that my
Aunt took special pleasure in any act that seemed to be passively
aggressive towards her husband, my uncle.  Aunt Sharon took the
bottle, opened it, and then poured it over her breasts and down to her
navel so that it was dripping off her flesh.  Then my Aunt began what
could only be described as a voluptuous self-massage, she rubbed the
thick oil into herself - from neck to knees.  Paying particular
attention to her breasts, thighs and her hairless sex.

When she started to ease, first, one finger and then two into herself
- I gasped, "Put one foot up on the edge Auntie."  As I squatted down
for a better view - the camera clicking dutifully away.

I could smell her excitement - knowing much of the moisture around her
sex and fingers was not baby oil, but cunt cream.  This had not been
scripted - but it was a fantastic continuation of our scene.

Then, anxious to appease my every command, she knelt next to the tub
and filled it with water and bubbles before slipping in.  She looked
so innocent, looking up with only her shoulders and above showing.  My
Aunt then put both feet and knees on either edge of the tub and
proceeded to play with her sex, eyes clenched tight and lips open
slightly so that I knew she was pretending.

This realization caused me to ask the question I could not even
consider in my wildest fantasies asking her, "Do you play with
yourself often Aunt Sharon?"

The question broke the fake passionate mood radiating from that
overflowing tub and her eyes opened, first looking down at my lap and
then up to the eye of the camera.  "Not since I was a teenager."

That caused me to pause and look at her without the LCD screen's
interference - was she serious?

She must have seen my surprise and continued, "It is a sin honey."

If that be true, then where were her hands at that very moment?
"But...?"

The question must have been obvious, "I am not masturbating for my own
desire honey, but because you asked me too."

Okay, that did not help my confusion in the least, in fact it only
added to it.

My Aunt looked away from me, gazing soberly at the wall beneath the
shower head - the mood lost, her hands coming out of the water, her
feet dropping back in.  Something just happened that I had no
comprehension of, something I could not decipher - but I did know I
did not want it to end here, like this.

I stood up and retrieved my Aunt's white terrycloth robe, holding out
for her - "I am sorry Aunt Sharon."

She showed surprise for a brief second before she stood and slipped
the cloth over her wet naked flesh.  "Thank you Andrew."

No 'honey'?

She started to move towards the door, obviously assuming this picture
session was over.  "Where are you going Aunt Sharon?"

My aged Auntie stopped and turned in surprise, one eyebrow raised in
question.

"Why don't you go get the toy and meet me in the study?"  My uncle's
study.

A malicious pleased smile grew upon her lips.

"If that would be okay I mean?"

She nodded before answering, "I would like that very much honey."

Aunt Sharon dropped the robe on the floor outside her bathroom, it
having been worn merely seconds, and ran on her toes to retrieve the
dildo from its hiding spot - her voluptuous wet flesh moving so
deliciously.

I spent the next ninety minutes taking hundreds of digital pictures of
my Aunt masturbating with her fingers, my uncles favourite monogrammed
pen and, of course, that big fat dildo.  Over the leather chair and
even laying upon his hardwood immaculate desk.  I used the word 'fuck'
and 'cunt' dozens of times, she signing and gasping each time -
smiling at being treated so commonly.

Aunt Sharon was left a quivering sweaty mess, her legs barely able to
hold her weight, as she came up to me and stood on her toes to wrap
her arms about my neck and hold me tightly.  "Thank you so much honey
- that was wonderful."  I could feel her overheated wet soft flesh
through my clothing and feared she would feel my hardness pressing
into her stomach.  She was smiling happily when she looked up into my
eyes and held that gaze for a long pregnant minute.

God help me but I just stood there frozen with my arm at my side, the
camera still clenched tightly in one hand, but I thought later after
leaving her that if I had only angled my head to kiss her she would
not have resisted.  In fact, I imagined that she wanted me to kiss
her.

 -*-

This was our little secret - the two of us subversively taking graphic
erotic photos and accepting money for it.  When my uncle was around
Aunt Sharon would look at me out of the side of her lowered gaze or
give me a private knowing smile.  We were tied by this secret and she
seemed to blossom because of it.

When the old man was not around she was more approachable than ever
before, pampering me silly - from food to laundry to even running my
shower to warm it in the morning.  It was her way of thanking me, I
knew, as I had not accepted a dime of her well earned money.  This was
her way of showing her love for me I realized with not a little pride.

My mother, through her weekly phone calls, even noticed the change in
her sister - telling me I must be doing something right as she can not
remember the last time Sharon seemed so happy.

Since she was more open when we were alone, I proceeded to unravel the
puzzle that was my mother's older sister.

She spoke openly about her lack of sexual knowledge, her frustration
about being married to man who had not touched her in nearly a decade
and when he had had left her wondering if that was all there was too
it.  Disappointed and lonely she had grown resentful of her life and
even her god, though she would never admit to such I knew.

Aunt Sharon admitted to never having an orgasm, not even knowing what
to expect.  She never touched herself in lust until our photo sessions
started.  So many firsts between us already - more glue for our secret
binding relationship.

After numerous queries, she had admitted that she really enjoyed two
things about or sessions - the first was the way I looked at her, a
look she had never seen focused towards her before, the second
admission was that she really enjoyed when I took control of the
sessions, told her what and how to do something.  This even included
using the more 'base' names for her vagina - for example, her 'cunt'.

These admission got me so passionate that I contemplated jerking off
in my room - but instead, politely told my Aunt to meet me in the
television room in the basement - wearing nothing but her black thigh
high stockings and carrying her 'dildo'.

In response she just stared at me for a few seconds before a smile
rapidly appeared and she rushed from the room to comply.  When I
appeared with the camera in hand I thought I detected mild
disappointment but that had to have been my imagination as for the
next hour Aunt Sharon did every single act that I requested she do
before that camera.

Two more sessions happened - one a staged production of her getting
dressed to go out, lingerie and all - the last, a long leisurely
masturbation session with dildo and fingers, fully naked and on her
marriage bed.  That session also included a new toy we had purchased
together, a small slim vibrator that had spent a rather long while in
her anus.

I instigated each session, I directed every second.  Yet, throughout,
she watched me carefully - her eyes boring into the bulge in my pants
to glaring suggestively into my eyes.

The fact that she wanted me to take control was finally hitting
through my dense defences.  The woman that I had grown up with was not
the real person inside - her stiff grumpy exterior was a defence from
her frustrated loneliness.  Giving her a release, I was privileged to
be shown that real and passionate little girl inside the sixty year
old woman's body.

The fact that I could, if I should wish it, fuck her was mine only for
the asking.  Nothing was said but it no longer needed too.

She coincided to me that simply being near me caused her 'cunt' to
become excited - a reaction to another person that has never happened
to her before.

 -*-

Having her comment so openly about 'my condition' had sparked a desire
that had been growing within me so brazenly these last weeks.
Directing and photographing such a deliciously naked woman was wearing
on my soul and even on my morals.

Aunt Sharon had wanted her own money and now had earned over ten
thousand already - but as far as I knew, she did not spend more than a
little on various items.  Mostly lingerie and sex toys for our photo
session.  So as I had known all along, it wasn't about the cash.  The
hint of what really was going on within her lay in the look she gave
me - submissive was the term I had come up with just days before.
With me alone she did not have to be the stern and responsible adult -
she was that virginal teenager who jerked off guys so she could meet
her mothers, and gods, values about being a 'good girl'.  Good girls
don't have sex before they are married.  Good girls do not use their
mouth except to kiss the man they marry.  Good girls do not even touch
themselves when the man they marry ignores them for years on end.

Alone with me, Aunt Sharon was finished being a good girl - there was
no doubt about that in my mind now.  She was but mine for the asking.

"Take off the robe Aunt Sharon, I have one more scene for you to do."
She almost moaned in frustration - it had been a long afternoon
already, and her body was sweaty and exhausted from her instructed
self abuse.

It all our scenes together Aunt Sharon had masturbated furiously
numerous times, but I have yet to see her experience an orgasm.  She
had admitted to me that she had never had one - and the concept was so
foreign to me.  How can her body not meet that inevitable end when she
has so obviously been aroused under my direction?  It is obviously
something that I has fascinated and intrigued me since her admission.
And it was in my thoughts now.

I took the camera into both hands and confirmed there was enough
photos for a few more minutes.  The robe was draped over the back of
the kitchen chair before I looked up from the camera as I knew it
would be.

"Now get down onto your knees please."  Politeness never hurt
anything, isn't that something this woman had taught me so many years
ago?

I walked around her kneeling form slowly, taking about a half dozen
photos - her head moved to watch me, probably wondering what was
coming next.

Stopping directly in front of her while looking through the small LCD
screen I spoke calmly, "Open the front of my jeans Aunt Sharon."

The camera caught her shocked look before she gazed downwards to my
obvious excitement hidden, as it always had been up to this day, in my
pants.  The trembling hands rose and my anxious pleasure rose as well,
this was going to work.

The button at the top popped open loudly but the zipper fought her as
her fingers shock wildly.  Her eyes though were wide and unresisting,
perhaps even anxious.

After a frustrating two minutes, and me giving no help to her, my
zipper lowered allowing my jockey's to thrust out obscenely from the
open part of my jeans.  My Aunt was all eyes, starring at that bulge
and its wide wet spot where I had leaked continuously through this
last photo session.

"Now push my jeans slowly down to my knees."  Her trembling hands
grasped then tugged downward, none too gently until she had done as
instructed.

Her eyes were wide and starring at my bulging underwear but her lips
trembled as she demurely asked, "Are you sure you want to do this
Andrew?"  We both understood that this was different, this could take
us past the lives we have lived - our relationship will not help but
change.

I ignored her question.

"Take it out Aunt Sharon... but slowly."  I had to capture this moment
for all time on digital and wanted it to last.

Auntie finally seemed to hit that brick wall - her hands came up but
they were trembling so bad, she clenched them numerous times to still
them.  Her eyes finally tore from my crotch to her fists and I saw
that they had started to tear up, "I don't think I can do this honey?"

That moment was captured for all time in picture and it, more than any
other picture, would excite and remind me of this moment.

"Then no hands Aunt Sharon, just use your teeth."  I forced the smile
to disappear from my lips.  She would do this, I had no doubt.

Again she hesitated, a tear running down once cheek, before leaning
forwards and taking a bit of my underwear between her white teeth.
Then they began to descend, my Aunt's eyes watching the bulge
carefully until my hard cock sprung out of its confines and she gasped
even with her teeth clenching my shorts.  After I was released, my
underwear easily slipped down to rest just upon my jeans, around my
knees.

She seemed to have forgotten her own tears as she knelt a breath away
from my throbbing member - its head glistening pink with my abundant
pre-spend.  These last weeks have been torturous for me, directing a
naked mature woman who I had discovered to be both submissive and damn
sexy.  What had she expected to happen - masturbating with fruit while
I watched, continue to be celibate?

Then she surprised me by looking up at the eye of the camera and
asking, "Will you make me suck it?"  The way she was acting, I did not
know if she was scared or excited at the answer she expected to get.

I put the camera down and looked her in the eye, my mother's older
sister, "Yes you are going to suck it."  Calling my penis an 'it'
seemed a bit odd, but I let it go.

Her eyes moved down again, "I have never done this before honey."

My cock jerked before her face and she gasped - see what she is doing
to me?

"I have never seen one so close before either."

I have had enough, "'It' is called a 'cock' Aunt Sharon.  You are
about to suck my 'cock'."

Her eyes looked up almost shyly, no one has ever said such a thing to
her in her life I knew, "'Cock'."

I nodded, giving her a gentle smile.

"Now Aunt Sharon, close your eyes and open your mouth - then take my
the head of my cock just in past your lips."

She nodded, blinked twice, the tears already dried up and then looked
back down at my throbbing member and closed her eyes.  The rest was
according to my instruction and I felt her warm wet mouth engulf the
head of my prick gently.

I remembered to snap more pictures of the momentous event.

"Rub your tongue around the head and on the underside as you suck
please."  She did this immediately and I knew in this, as with all
actions leading up to this moment, she would do exactly as I
instructed.  "Now move your head slowly up and down, taking as much of
my cock into the back of your throat as possible."  My dick hit the
back of her throat and she gagged - but only the one time, she never
went that deep again - so this gave her three quarters of my cock to
work with.

The feeling was exquisite.

This photo set would be fantastic!

"You have kept me hard for the last couple of hours Aunt Sharon - so
this won't take long - when I say so, hold my cock in your hand and
aim it at your face."  Her eyes opened in surprise at that statement,
looking up into the camera for a perfect moment captured on digital.
The she mumbled 'OK honey' with a mouthful of cock and I had to
suppress a desire to laugh with pleasure.

God, her mouth felt great!

In no time at all, "Take it out now Auntie!"

She moved anxiously, both her hands holding the base of my saliva
covered cock as she aimed it at her own face.  Eyes wide and locked on
my penis, I wondered if this was another first for her - watching a
man orgasm up close and personal.  I had little doubts that getting
her faced hosed down had never been done to this sixty year old woman.

A loud growl escaped from me as my dick began to blast!  I was past
caring and my head fell back onto my shoulders as my hands held the
camera steady, simply holding down the capture button so that a
picture was taken approximately every second.  It felt like a month of
sperm was pumping out my dick and it felt fantastic!

But the moment was over and I felt a second of regret before I
remembered that this session was still in full swing.  I pulled the
camera away and looked down at the mature woman who had done all I had
to ask and more.

Her eyes looked up at me as if to ask if she had done okay and I let
out a burst of pleasure, "Damn that was hot Aunt Sharon!"

A small smile appeared on her lips, as if pleased with my
acknowledgement of pleasure.  At least three long strings of sperm
crossed her face, from hairline to jaw.  And then a half dozen single
splats of my ejaculate around the lower half of her face.

"Lick your lips Aunt Sharon."  She did without hesitation, getting a
generous taste of the sperm there.  "How was the taste?"  Her first
most probably.

She smacked her lips a couple times and looking at me pleasantly and
replied, "I like it."  Eyes widening as if surprised at her own
admission.  "I like it a lot."  She giggled as well, pleasure
over-boiling from within her.  And even after all that we had done, it
was at this moment that she blushed - most probably by the realization
that she enjoyed her first taste of a man.

Remembering the camera I brought it up with another instruction, "Why
not use your fingers to clean up your face Aunt Sharon - licking them
clean as you go."

She nodded and for the next five minutes, did as I instructed.  She
was humming with pleasure by the time her face, now coated with saliva
rather than sperm, was as clean as it was going to get.  The way she
had anxiously sucked and licked her fingers clean, there was no doubt
she loved the taste of my cream.

A private smile appeared realizing that I will need to give her more
of the same - frequently.

Then the camera beeped that the memory card was full - no more photos
today.  She looked up and we both knew the session was at its obvious
end.

 -*-

Having cleaned the kitchen and herself while I downloaded over a
thousand photos to my computer and returned the camera to my Uncle's
study - I knocked on the door to my Aunt's bedroom.  She was seated
before a mirror and desk, the top strewn with cosmetics and other
feminine mysteries and spun towards me and the doorway as I opened it
without waiting for an answer.

She gave me a pleased but tired smile, a little surprised at my
entrance.  Our session was obviously complete and her husband, my
uncle, would be home in less than ninety minutes.  Yet this was the
next part of my plan - to take our relationship past the lens of the
camera and I was less sure of her acceptance as I had been about that
delicious blow job less than an hour ago.

When I didn't immediately say anything she asked, "Yes honey?"

I stepped into the room and said gently, "Stand up and come here
please Aunt Sharon."

One of her eyebrows rose and she too realized that this was something
new - that I did not hold a camera in my hand.  But after twenty
seconds pause, she stood and strode up to stand before me on her bare
feet, her eyes questioning me silently.  She too knew when her husband
was due to arrive soon.

My hands reached out and I untied the knot of that oh-so-familiar
terry-cloth robe and pushed it from her shoulders to fall to the
floor.  She stood wearing only a ugly white granny-panty - my hands
moved to push this down as well.

Aunt Sharon grasped both my wrists in her strong hands, "What are you
doing Andrew?"  She sounded concerned.

I spoke slowly and sternly, "Take your hands off me Aunt Sharon."

She just looked at me for ten seconds, possibly gauging our
relationship and perhaps her trust for me, and then did as instructed.
The panties were pushed down to her ankles and she stepped out of them
without a word or instruction.

Then she did something that I thought ludicrous and amused me to no
end, one of her arms came up to cover her huge breasts inadequately
and the other moved down so that her hand covered her hairless crotch.
After all that I have seen and directed her to do, she should become
modest now.  Hell, I noticed looking up, her cheeks were bright red as
well!

"Step closer to me Aunt Sharon."

She was less than an arms reach away and the command surprised her -
but she did as directed until she stood with the arm over her huge
tits brushing my stomach.  She whimpered, "Not like this honey,
please... not now!"

My strong hands removed her arms from before her body and brought them
up about my neck.  I leaned down and brought my lips to hers, her eyes
filled with tears but looking fearful and surprised as I kissed her.

Aunt Sharon was frozen those first few seconds as my lips gently pried
hers apart.  When she came alive, it was almost tentatively as she
began to kiss me back.  Her eyes closed and her head tilted, her hands
circling my neck firmly as her voluptuous soft curves pressed into my
clothed body.

The kiss was our first since I was a child - the previous but a peck
on the lips.  This was nothing like that last time.  And it was
obvious to us both that this was, yet again, another barrier gone from
our relationship.  Did she even see the irony in the fact that our
kiss should come after the earlier blow job?

It rapidly turned heated and very passionate, my hands all over her
big round soft ass as she stood on the tips of her toes, her mouth
moving almost magically with my own, our tongues sparing anxiously and
with renewed vigour.  Her kisses as passionate as my own.

Then I stopped it, lifting my mouth from hers - her eyes wide and
begging for me to continue, her mouth still open and saliva dripping
from her chin.  The woman was panting loudly, rhythmically grinding
her body into my own - trying to press her bare loins into the
hardness pressing into her soft stomach.

Gone now was any thought at denying me this moment, any act I should
want from her.  Her eyes, big open and begging, wanted me or order her
to do the next thing I may desire - perhaps hoping for yet another
barrier to fall from our new relationship.

"I want you to climb up onto the middle of the bed Aunt Sharon."  She
nodded, looking over her shoulder as if to confirm her bed was still
there.  When she did not immediately do as asked I barked, "Move!"  My
Aunt jumped in surprise at my loud order before rushing to comply.
Not fast enough for me to smack one ass cheek with an open hand, she
shrieking and then laughed with joy as she climbed on hands and knees
to the middle of her bed.

She dropped down to lay on her side, head held up in one hand as she
looked at me anxiously.  What was next she was asking.  This woman
wanted to get fucked I knew without a doubt - perhaps even needed it.

"On your back and spread your legs."  I stood with hands on hips,
glaring down at her with mock sternness.  She did not hesitate this
time - she did not think about that clock over the door behind me that
told her that her husband was due home soon.

Then with slow prepared movements I disrobed - my audience unblinking
and beginning to become visually excited from the show - until I stood
at the foot of the bed naked, my cock jutting from my loins hard and
throbbing.

"You turn me on like no one else has Aunt Sharon.  I want you to know
that it doesn't end here - it can't end here.  I love you but I also
desire you more than I can describe."  She was stunned by my words so
far but I could see the tears welling up and I knew I had, yet again,
passed another barrier for her.  "Never deny me and never turn away
and you will find a loving and horny man", I pointed down to my hard
throbbing cock, "always ready to bring pleasure to both of us.  Do you
agree to this Aunt Sharon?"

I was in earnest, if inadvertently sounding corny as hell - I wanted
to hear her own admission of lust, that she too needed this in her
life.  I wanted to do so many delicious acts with this woman - no hole
denied me, no act too insane as long as it involved just the two of
us.

Tears were rolling down this strong willed mature woman's cheeks as
she blurted out, "Oh Andrew... oh honey... yes yes... god yes!  I love
you... I need you...!"  She brought her hands up and sobbed.  With joy
or horror, I dare not guess.  Was her long life flashing before her
very eyes at this moment, the years of unsatisfied lust, the years of
loneliness and neglect that she had accepted as her due.  To come so
late in life to pleasure, to find it within one that was forbidden by
society and god.  Was she thinking these things and more?

I climbed up onto the foot of the bed and the movement awoke Aunt
Sharon to my approach, dropping her hands from her face and looking at
me teary eyed.  Without a thought she widened her thighs allowing her
hairless sex to reveal all that no other man but I have seen in such
detail.

I lay down upon my stomach between those thighs, her eyes watching me
with nothing but acceptance.  "Are you my private little slut Aunt
Sharon?"

She must have thought of herself in this way since she had first
requested I photograph her naked, and how she had willingly exposed
herself again and again, she doing the most outrageous acts almost
anxiously.  "Yes honey... I am your private slut!"  She sounded rather
pleased at this new role.

Her knees rose, increasing the gap leading to the promised land, I
crawled so that my nose was nearly touching it.  I could smell her,
smell the familiar musk that suggested her excitement was building.  A
finger from both hands gently pried the thick outer pink labia apart
exposing the petals beneath.  My Aunt gasped with pleasure from this
gentle act.

I blew on her clitoris and watched as her sex spasmed in response, her
back arching off the top of the bed.  I spoke now to her wide open and
rapidly moistening cunt, "And this is my cunt isn't it Auntie?"

She gasped with a deep throaty groan, "Yes, it is yours honey!"

Not enough.  "Say it like the slut you are - say how your cunt is
mine."  I ordered firmly.

No hesitation, but breathlessly, "Yes my love, my cunt is yours!"

'My love'?

I took one long slow lick from the anal asterisk almost hidden between
lower down between the closed cheeks of her ass up past her clitoris.
The effect was gratifying - her hips rose off the bed and shoved up
onto my face, her body shivered violently and a loud groan of pleasure
escaped from her tightly clenched lips.

"Ever have a tongue lick your cunt before slut?"  I was really getting
into this now.

"No... oh no, never my love!"

Good - though I would have guessed that this too was a another first
for her as well as between us.  "Then you better ask me nice to do it
for you."

Her hips wiggled and I could see up her body as her big breasts danced
upon her chest, "Please lick me honey!"

Not good enough.  "One more chance Aunt Sharon.  Remember that you are
my slut and this cunt is mine to use as I wish."

She paused for only a second before looking down past her own soft
body into my own eyes, they looked feverish and lust-filed.
"Please... please lick my cunt honey!"  Not bad - it will need
practise, but that can come later.

Another long lick and pretty much the same response.  I brought my
face up one final time and grunted, "Play with those big tits."

Then I got serious.

For the next ten minutes I completely ignored my Aunt's clitoris -
spending time working from her hard muscled anus, to her vagina and
then teasing her sexy pink inner labia.  She rapidly got so wet that
it was soon dripping from her to create a puddle on her bed.  And the
heat was incredible - I never realized how hot a woman could get.  But
the best, the absolutely best thing about eating this woman out was
the taste.  I imagined it was that she was practically a near virgin -
a fine wine left to age just waiting for the right moment for a man to
open.  No wonder in our photo sessions she never hesitated in tasting
her own juices from toys or fingers.

During this time Aunt Sharon was whimpering, crying out wordlessly and
gasping as if in pain while her body wiggled, shivered and vibrated.
She reacted to every touch of my tongue - accepting and enjoying every
second.  As I had hoped, she was the perfect recipient to my kinky
desires.

At this point she was as passionate and turned on as I had seen her in
any one of our photo sessions.  In our photo sessions together I had
ordered her to hammer that dildo again and again into her, watched her
finger manipulate her own clitoris until almost senseless as I had
brought her to the brink of orgasm again and again.

Yet that explosion of lust had never happened.  She had admitted to
the same, but for the whole of her life - not knowing or understanding
what a climax was or how it should feel.  This was both horrific and
disgusting to me.  I wanted to give her one thing above all other acts
we have done together, one thing that will be remembered and revered
above all else.

One finger slipped into her hot wet willing vagina with ease - she
gasped and began to pump her hips as I finger fucked her while my
tongue continued to work.

Another finger met the first and she had unconsciously raised her feet
from the bed so that they waved above us - humping humping into my
face and finger.  The room echoed with the sloppy sounds of lust, her
sex overflowing with juices.  Her sex had filled with blood, the outer
labia and clitoris fattening with excitement, bright pink and shining
from her own juices.

One hand had rebelliously forgotten her breast and was clawing at my
messy head of hair, trying to draw me in deeper, upwards to that
throbbing pink clitoris.

I was prepared to do this for hours, to force that climax from her
body by sheer will if I had too.

But then I moved up to that ignored clitoris and ground it with my
tongue into her pelvic bone and the world stood on its end, paused,
and then exploded!

Aunt Sharon screamed with a new sound that these walls had never
heard, her body spasming out of control, her cunt muscles clenching my
two fingers almost in a vise while a flush of juice came pouring out
of her vagina as if she were peeing upon me.  She convulsed before and
beneath me and I was relentless - continuing as she trashed and jerked
in orgasm again and again.

Then it was over and my Aunt's body seemed to become dead weight,
silent - as her legs and hands fell to the bed.  Even her sex suddenly
stopped clenching at me.

I rose my face from that delightful place, dripping with her juices
and saw that she lay as if dead, eyes closed.  She never seemed to
notice when the two fingers vacated from her body, or when I sat up
and away from her.

It was, perhaps, the most satisfying gift I had ever, or will ever,
give to her and I felt damn good.

The clock said I had only another forty five minutes until my Uncle
was due home.  Good, plenty of time... at least with the way I was
feeling.

I moved forwards gently, on knees and hands, so that I was directly
above my Aunt's still body - the hard cock gently parted her hot wet
lips and moved in until I was seated within my new throne.

Aunt Sharon opened her eyes and looked directly into my own, her mouth
turning up into a gentle smile as her hands rose and gently caressed
my face and head.  Her eyes seemed to say, 'welcome, this is where you
belong my love'.

My lips found hers willing and we kissed, perhaps with less
desperation from last time.  My hips moving gently back and forth, her
sloppy cunt echoing already with bawdy sounds - but it held no comedy
for neither of us.  She was my slut, my cunt - I am simply using her
for my lust.  We both accepted this as fact now.  My giving her
pleasure was an act of love, not out of marital duty.

The fact that her husband was due home may have contributed to her
passion, I realized not a little jealous.  Her need to passively
aggressively hurt him knew no bounds.  She wanted to serve her husband
his supper, that he demanded she cook each and every night, with her
cunt full of her nephew's sperm.  She wanted him to lay in his bed,
beneath the blanket that held the large damp spot where her cunt juice
had been sucked from her by that same nephew.  Strangely, my uncle and
I were joined with this woman - her actions these last weeks would not
have happened if my uncle had not been such a prick.

In less than a moment her hips were moving, our bodies crashing
together voluptuously and she gasped with my tongue spearing past her
lips.

Her eyes were open, locked into my own.  I was a god in her eyes, and
there was nothing but unconditional love within her gaze.  I felt like
a man like no other time in my life, would never have done a thing to
have changed this outcome.

Sweat tried to stick us together and failed, her heavy full thighs
coming up and clasping me possessively, her ankles locked above my
buttocks.

It had taken less than one minute for the blow job earlier in our day
- but I had already beaten that time by multiple of five - but who was
counting of course.

Since beginning our photo sessions I had not jerked off to another
picture or thought but hers - she was my fantasy now, my lecherous
muse.  She would never understand why I looked on her with lust, why I
wanted to lick her to orgasm or shoot my ejaculate on her face or even
just have her masturbate with her dildo to my directions - but this
was part of her wondrous thrilling acceptance.  It was my power over
her - to give so that I can experience.

It had turned into a full fledged shagging - a wild dominant thrusting
animal taking his bitch as he wished.  She accepted this and found her
own pleasure from his desire.  Both rising towards the inevitable
conclusion to their animal-like lust.

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