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Out with Aunt Jo Ch. 01

By: Parthenokinesis



"Wait."

I stiffened immediately. 

The credits were just rolling on the zombie flick we'd been watching. I patted her calf to get her feet off my lap, and told her I had to pee. She slid her bare foot up to my crotch and pressed in, replying in her seductive and stern voice. She knows how to get my attention. She wiggled her toes under my balls, then rocked her foot back and ground her heel into the right side of my bladder. I grunted a little.

"Get up." She ordered. "Help me up, Jimmy."

Jimmy was good. She called me Jimmy when she feeling nurturing. 

"Of course, Aunt Jo."

I lifted her feet and slid out from under them. I lowered them to the floor then helped her put her arm over my shoulders as she sat up then helped her to her feet. She kissed me teasingly and raised her knee to rub into my groin. She reached round and grabbed my ass.

"Good boy, Jimmy." She pulled the bandannas from my back pocket and gently pushed me back a few steps. I waited as she folded one into a blindfold and tied it over my eyes. A moment later she coaxed my mouth open and gagged me with the other. It felt like it had a pretty good knot in it, it forced my jaw open a bit.

"Sorry there's no panties to stuff in your mouth, Jimmy. " She whispered in my ear. "I haven't been wearing any. I'm sure you noticed. I know you were peeking, you dirty boy. She pulled my T-shirt up over my head and tied it off with my arms raised up over my head, unbuttoned my jeans and yanked them down to my ankles. She grabbed my balls through my shorts and gave them a squeeze.

"Wait here, precious." She said, giving my balls a healthy tug. She left the room. It was stuffy and hot breathing in the shirt. It had been warm in the room all afternoon. We'd been drinking beer and iced tea to beat the heat, but I was still a bit sweaty from the sitting. The breeze from the open window on my back and legs raised goose bumps. 

That feeling passed after a bit, and I returned my focus to my bladder. I had to piss. It wasn't urgent yet, but it would be. We'd drank a lot, Jo had got up to refill our glasses a couple times, and told me to sit and relax when she did so. Subtle, but it kept me in my seat and out of the bathroom. She'd been planning

She came back into the room. I could hear her stop and set something down. A moment later, she's untying the knot in my shirt and pulling it off the rest of the way. The air felt good, and I noticed my hair had got a bit sweaty. 

"Take off your clothes, Jimmy." She ordered. "Aunt Jo has found something else for you to wear."

I nodded and grunted an affirmative. I kicked off one shoe, and peeled out of the sock as I pulled my foot out of my pants leg. Then the other foot. I stood back up.

"And the shorts. Don't be shy, Jimmy. If you're gonna peek at me, I'm gonna look right back at you."

I think I blushed as I dropped my shorts and kicked them off. My face felt hot again, and my neck. I felt her finger tips trace down my chest and stomach. 

"Oh, you have a nice thick cock, Jimmy." She said, chuckling low. "I bet you're real proud of that. It's so pretty. I just have to kiss it."

She lowered herself, and I felt her breath on me, then her lips on the ridge on the underside. They were soft and wet and slid over the top, taking the tip into her mouth. She moaned and everything vibrated and the tip of her tongue teased at the piss slit. My hands reached for her, fingers twining in her hair. She pulled away, grabbing my wrists, and guiding my hands to her shoulders. 

"Oh, Jimmy." Sh giggled. "Don't be grabby. Just be a good boy, and do what Aunt Jo tells you. Lift your foot."

I balanced on one foot, leaning on her shoulders for balance. She slipped my foot through something, had me switch feet, and the slid it up my legs to my waist. It was clingy, elastic, and kind of draped over my thighs in front but didn't run through my legs or have any back to it. 

"I'll do that up in a minute. Let me get your shoes on, while I'm down here. Gimmie your left."

I lifted my left foot again and she worked my foot into something unfamiliar. Some kind of sandal, with straps tightening over my foot, around my ankle, and mid calf, and again under the knee. Again she had me switch feet, to do the other one. The sandals had a heel, not an insignificant one, and I had to bend over a bit more to keep my hands on her shoulders. She got the other shoe on me quickly set my foot down in a pretty wide stance. She shifted back and stood up

"Oh, you're so big, Jimmy." She said, chuckling. "Just look at you, doll. Now put your hands on your knees. Hold that while I finish dressing you."

I had to bend my knees a little to stand still, and stick my ass out. I could feel her walk around behind me, gliding her fingers over my thigh around to my ass, giving it a squeeze. Her finger tips toyed with my pucker, circling and pushing and rubbing. Then she pulled away and I heard her sniff.

"Oh, you smell so good. I just love the smell of your ass. It's intoxicating."

I felt her hands up around my neck, and she fastened a collar. Thick and padded, leather by the smell of it. She buckled it tight, letting more drape down my back as she did so. Whatever that was, was lighter, and she reached through my arms to fasten it up front, around my rib cage and to connect it to the collar in front as well. She ground her pelvis against my ass while she did so. When she had it in place, her hands slid under the fabric to my nipples and she pinched them, panting a little in my ear

"Oh, you are being so good, honey. Now be still while I finish the bottoms."

Her hands slid down my sides and she reached under and took hold of my cock and balls. I was still semi stiff, and hardened again at her touch. She had to wrestle a bit to manipulate them through a loop of some kind, that she then tightened. The tails of that she pulled through my legs, and fastened to the belt in the back on either hip. More fabric draped over my ass. It felt as light as what was draping my mostly erect cock.

"Oh, Jimmy." She teased, as she slid down to her knees. "Be a good boy now and don't move. You're so cute, I just gotta eat you up."

She knelt behind me. I felt her lifting the material out of the way. I felt her breath, moist and warm, then her face pressed up against me. Her hot slick tongue darted around, licking. I felt the tip press up against my hole. I moaned, and relaxed as well as I could, let her tongue take me, penetrate me.

"Oh, honey." She moaned, pushing away. "I could just do that, and rub myself off of days. But not tonight, Jimmy. Now stand up straight, and turn around. Good, give me your hands."

I held my arms out. She strapped cuffs on me that must have matched the sandals. Straps went around the wrist, and the forearm, and up under the elbow. She put my hands back on my knees, and locked something in place.

"OK, Jimmy. Time to go."

She hooked something to my collar and gave it a tug. I took a faltering step, then another. She tugged a bit to the left and I turned that way. She led and I followed. I was disoriented, and awkward in the heeled shoes and restraints. I didn't know we were at the front door until she opened it. I squealed a little and pulled back.

"James." She scolded. " Do not get obstinate. I will not tolerate that."

I nodded and walked, letting her guide me over the threshold, and down the steps. It wasn't good when she called me James. Jim was fine, Jim was normal. Jimmy was good, playful and fun. James was strict and a bit cold. James was not fun. But it was better than when she used my middle name. 

She led me to the car and opened the door. She ducked in front of me and rustled around for a minute. Then she straightened up, came around behind me and nudged me into the lee of the car door. I heard a click.

"One second, Jimmy." She murmured. "We're kinda blocked off here. I got one last thing."

Cold slick fingers rubbed up on my asshole, and then slid inside. She squirmed then around some and then finger banged me for a minute. She pulled them out and quickly relpalced it with something bigger, and firmer. She pushed it up a little.

"OK, Jimmy. Be a good boy. Come back on it."

I whimpered a little, but I pushed back against her, squatting down a little more until I couldn't take it and backed off. Then tried again. And again.

"That's right Jimmy. Fuck yourself right here in the driveway. Push down and take it."

I rocked some more. It was splitting me open and the tip pressed up into my bladder at one point. Or my prostate. I couldn't tell. The sensation was similar to both almost pissing and almost cumming. I grunted and moaned.

"Take it Jimmy, take it for your Aunt Jo. We're not going anywhere until you get this whole plug in your delicious little ass. Now open up that hungry fuck hole and swallow this thing."

I pushed back again and felt myself open. The plug slid in me, and my asshole closed around it. Jo worked it around a bit while the walls of my anal canal formed themselves to accommodate the intruder.

"Good, now turn and sit." She guided me into the car. The moment I sat, the plug jammed up in me and hit that spot again. I squirmed, and got it to shift just in time. Pissing myself in Aunt Jo's car is a sure way to get her to pull out the middle name, and the punishments that come along with it. She'd set that situation up before. So had I. When she was Jo Beth, she was particularly inclined to wet herself in front of Mr. Jim.

She opened the drivers door and climbed in. She leaned over me, first arranging the fabric over my cock, and giving it some assertive handling in the process, then buckling me into the seat belt. 

"We're going to go for a bit of a ride, Jimmy." Aunt Jo said. "We have a couple stops to make. I hope you're up for it."

I nodded and grunted an affirmative. I love a woman with a plan.

Out with Aunt Jo Ch. 02



The ride was short, which was good. I was belted in, but I couldn't brace myself, and I didn't see the turns coming. so I rocked about a bit. It kept me pretty attentive to the fat plug stuffed in my ass. And every time it moved against my bladder, I got even more attentive. I was kegeling down a lot, and that just sucked the plug deeper into my ass, and made my cock throb and bounce. 

"Now, when we get there, Jimmy," Aunt Jo said, "I'm going to have to ask you to wait in the car for a minute. Can you do that for me?"

I nodded in her directions.

"That's good. It's warm out today, so I will leave the window open for you. And maybe the radio on."

She fiddled around with the radio, and the music came on low. Zeppelin, "When the Levee Breaks". I settled back in my seat as best I could and tried to relax. She drove for a few more minutes, slowed and then stopped.

"Ok, we're here," she said. I heard the windows go down and a warm breeze came through the car. I smelled cut grass. The Cult's "Rain" came on. The plug was jamming into my prostate, and my cock had worked its way out from under the fabric. It was twitching in the air.

"Look at you, Jimmy. Bad boy."

Jo took my cock in hand and caressed it. I sifted in my seat again, trying to ease the plug off a little, and thrust into her hand a little. She laughed, and pulled her hand away. Then she slapped it on the top, once, sharp.

"Behave," she said, covering me back up. Then her hands were at my face, easing the gag out of my mouth and under my chin. 

"Shhh," she said, "don't talk. Just sit here quiet and wait. Oh, and drink this, I don't want you to get thirsty."

I heard her open a can, then it was at my lips. One hand was in my hair, tipping my head back a little, and she lifted the can. Diet coke. I swallowed and swallowed. Maybe half the can, before she let me stop.

"OK, good. Wait here, I'll be back for you."

She got out of the car and shut the door. I listened to her walk away. I heard her steps on sidewalk maybe, then nothing. The Cult ended and The Doors "Riders on the Storm" began. Rain sounds. Jo was feeling a bit cruel, it seemed. I squirmed and held my knees together as best as I could. I belched out Diet Coke, and waited.

The song ended and then it was just the noise of a waterfall. I got a cramp and my ass tensed, sucking the plug in hard. I moaned.

"Fuck, fuck, fuck, fuck, fuck." I whimpered through clenched teeth.

"I told you to be quiet," Jo said in my ear. "I told you I'd be back. Are you having trouble?"

I nodded

"Oh, you can tell your Aunt Jo," she said, suppressing a low chuckle. "I just want to take care of you. Make sure you get what you need, Jimmy. What's your trouble?"

"I have to pee, Aunt Jo. I gotta go, real bad."

"Have to piss, huh?" she said. "We we should let you take care of that. Come on."

She opened the door and leaned in. She put one hand in my lap and leaned on me to undo my seat belt. I moaned at the pressure and she laughed.

"Don't piss yourself in my car, Jimmy." she said, stern. "If you can't be a man and control yourself, then you're just an animal, and I will treat you like one. Now get up, I got something that will help."

I turned and put my feet out. I leaned and she grabbed my collar and pulled me up. Her hands were on my cock and she was looping something round my balls and then my cock and tying tight. 

"There. That'll help you out until we get you somewhere you can take care of that. Follow me."

I felt a tug on the rope, pulling on my cock and I followed. We walked over some grass. We went to the right, then turned left a couple times, entered a shady area and stopped. Jo began untying my cock. The stimulation was intense, I whimper/moaned a bit.

"Oh yeah, Jimmy. This is supposed to feel good. " she said. "Doesn't this look like it feels good, Betty Anne?"

"Yes, Miss Jo." a soft voice muttered. I didn't recognize the voice, or the name. That wasn't surprising, Jo plays these name games a lot. Helps her organize her thoughts. Highlight particular facets of her relationships. But whoever they were, they were watching me in this outfit, having my cock stroked by their 'Miss Jo'. I never called her that.

"Enough of that, Jimmy." she said, pulling her fist away. "Don't want to get ahead of ourselves. Now turn around."

I turned until she stopped me.

"He looks good from the back, too." Jo said "Don't you think?"

"Yes, Miss Jo."

"Being bound up like this makes him kind push his ass out at you." she continued. "Makes me want to push my face up in there. But not just now. Now look closely Betty Anne."

Jo rolled up the fabric draping over my ass, and tucked it up at the waist. She grabbed the plug and began moving it, twisting, tugging it and rocking it back and forth. She reached in and grabbed my balls with her other hand, squeezing and pulling in tandem

"C'mon, Jimmy." she murmured in my ear. "Let it go for your Aunt Jo. Show Betty Anne just how easy you are.."

Jo began really tugging it out, working in and out. I relaxed and pushed a bit, and the fat end popped out, and back in and out and in. Jo ground it deep into me, then pulled it all the way out. I whimpered. Jo Kept tugging on my balls

"How is that, Betty Anne? Did you like it?"

"Yes, Miss Jo."

"You ever had anything as big as that in your ass, Betty Anne?" Jo turned me back around, guiding me by her grip on my package.

"Yes, Miss Jo. Bigger"

"Bigger even.  Why Is that?"

"Because I am a whore, Miss Jo."

"Yes, you are." she said, as she tucked up the fabric draping my cock. "You're a great filthy whore."

With a flourish, Jo tore off my blindfold. Everything was very bright and my eyes had to adjust. I figure was kneeling before me, back arched. Arms stretched, tied to a crossbar. Full long dirty blonde hair framing the upturned face of Jo's friend Liz.

I knew they screwed around, I came home early from work once and walked in on some scene, Jo tied, bent over the couch, Liz in something shiny and revealing. She screeched and ducked into the hallway while Jo ordered me out of the house for another two hours. I came back to Jo still tied, and a note from Liz taped to her ass. They seemingly have a multifaceted relationship as well.  

And here she was tied naked in front of me. Her face was inches from my cock. Her eyes darted up and down, Looking me in the face, looking at my cock. A familiar mix of emotions showed in her wide eyes, slightly parted lips, a somewhat animate tongue. She was breathing heavy, and It made her smallish tits move a lot. Made me notice the clothespins pinching each nipple. Jo was feeling a bit cruel, apparently.

"Tell us, Betty Anne, " Jo said, "What have you had in your ass bigger than this plug?

Jo let go of my cock, and walked around behind Liz, I mean Betty Anne. Jo dropped to her knees and started working the plug into Betty Anne's ass. 

"Oh, I think I've had a couple cocks bigger than that, Miss Jo. " she said, panting. "And your hand, and that speculum you used on me. A few other toys."

The plug went in surprisingly easily, Betty Anne giving one sharp inhale. Jo wrenched it around, a bit of a cruel twist coming to her lips as she did so. Betty Anne winced and hitched her breath. The clothespins bounced.

"You know why I brought Jimmy over to see you like this, Betty Anne?"

Jo got up and walked around behind me. She pressed against my back, embracing me.  Her hands went to my chest, fingers seeking out my nipples.

"No, Miss Jo." 

"I wanted him to know just how much of a whore you are, Betty Anne. I wanted him to know just how to treat you."

Betty Jo hung her head a little, whimpering. She knew what that meant as well as I did. This was not the last time I was going to see her like this. Jo dropped her right hand, and gently slid her thumb up into my ass. She found my prostate and started working it. My cock stiffened and quickly began oozing.

Jo grabbed Betty Anne by the hair and pulled her toward me, rubbing her face over my cock. Soon enough her mouth found me and Jo's thumb started rubbing harder.Betty Anne moaned and I felt that in my cock as I drained onto her tongue.

"You like that?" Jo asked. " You like swallowing what comes out of his cock?"

Betty Anne nodded, bobbing her head on my cock, sucking hard and swallowing. Jo pulled her head back by the hair, let go and slapped her.

"Whore. I know you like it." Jo snarled a bit, caught up in the moment. She pulled her thumb from my ass and walked behind Betty Anne, dropped to her knees and pressed against her back. Jo grabbed Betty Anne by the hair again and forced her head back. Betty Anne cried out.

"I brought Jimmy here because he needs something." Jo said, "Be a good girl and ask him what he needs."

"What do you need, Mr. Jimmy, sir?" Betty Anne asked, looking right into my eyes. "What can I do for you?"

I knew how to answer, I knew what was expected of me. I took a moment to remember the language choices Jo used

"I have to piss, Betty Anne. Do you have somewhere I can take care of that?"

Betty Anne stared at me, maybe a little through me. Her breathing got more shallow and her body tensed and relaxed. I could hear little vocalizations of her breath, panting out in tiny ha's. Jo shook her by the hair.

"Where can Jimmy piss, whore?"

"He can piss on me, Miss Jo." Betty Anne said. "Oh God, if that's what you want, he can piss on me."

"Don't tell me." Jo said. "Tell him. No, ask him."

Betty Anne whined and squirmed as much as she could. She dropped her eyes casting her gaze down, eyes darting again and again to my cock. My urgency was unbearable, forefront in my mind once again. Betty Anne's squirming was contagious, and I began twisting in sympathy. She could tell how desperate I was, I could see it in her face. She looked up at me, wide pupils in hooded eyes, lips parted and quivering.

"Would you like to piss on me, Mr Jimmy?" she asked, "You can use me, however you like."

My cock was throbbing and twitching, stiffened from the pressure on my bladder and raw lust. I felt a spasm in my bladder and had to suck in breath. Betty Anne gasped in anticipation.

"Ask nicer, Whore." Jo growled, shaking Betty Anne by the hair. "You have to beg for it."

"Oh please. " Betty Anne begged, "Please give it to me. I'm so dirty, I need you to shower me. I need to feel your hot wet soaking my hair and dripping down my tits. I need to taste you, drink you in. I need you to mark me like a dog. Piss on me like you own me. Please."

I glanced at Jo, and she gave me the nod.

"Do it, Jimmy."

I relaxed and let go. With my hands still locked to my knees, I had no aim. My first squirt missed Betty Anne completely, spattering down on Jo's neck and back. Betty Anne whimpered, and Jo hissed. A second spurt rained down into Betty Anne's hair, then my stream steadied and I began spraying her chest.. 

Jo let go of Betty Anne's hair, and reached around to her breasts. The clothes pins were pulled off and Betty Anne screamed a little as Jo rubbed my piss into her tits. I tilted my hips up a little and raised the stream to her face. 

Betty Anne opened her mouth wide and moved to catch my stream. I filled her mouth quickly and it ran down her chin. She swallowed ,ducking her head and taking my flow in her hair briefly, before coming back to drink more. 

She swallowed, again, and again, then let her mouth hang open and let the rest of my flow run down her neck. Jo kept her hands moving, rubbing my piss all over Betty Anne's body, rubbing it into her neck, and armpits, and belly, and down into her pubic mound. Jo left her hand there, rubbing, getting her off.

My flow slowed and Betty Anne leaned forward, taking me in her mouth. She drank and sucked until I was too hard to piss any more. She moaned and sucked greedily, bobbing her head, staring up at me with wide gracious eyes. It didn't take me long to come, or apparently her right after. As I erupted into her mouth, I felt her stiffen and buck. Jo grabbed her head and pulled her face away so my next spurt splashed her cheek and forehead, and the next across her dripping breasts. 

Jo got up and stepped between us, leaning her back against me. Grabbing Betty Anne's piss soaked hair, she pulled Betty Anne's face under her skirt. She held onto my arm with her free hand, and squeezed through her build up and orgasm. 

Afterward, Jo pushed Betty Anne away with her foot. Betty Anne fell back on her bare ass, then laid back, arms splayed to the crossbar, knees up and spread. I could see the tail of the plug nestled just under her glistening slit. I could see a few golden drops on her small tuft of hair, and her lips were pink and puffy.

Jo stood and turned, suddenly kissing me, hard. Reclaiming me, reclaiming us. Her hands were running through my hair, stroking my back, teasing my nipples. Then she pulled away, and the blindfold was back over my eyes. And the gag was back in my mouth.

"Wait here, Jimmy." she whispered in my ear. "I gotta piss now, then we'll go."

I heard her step off, and a rustle of something. A faint whispered plea and then the hiss and splash. That was soon eclipsed by Betty Anne's gasping and choking. 

"Good whore, Betty Anne." Jo murmured as she finished. "We'll see you later."

Then she was at my side again, adjusting the fabric at my waist, covering me up again. Then she took me by the wrist and let me away.

"Thank you Miss Jo." Betty Anne called after us. "Thank you Mr Jimmy."

"You're welcome, Betty Anne." Jo replied. I grunted.

Jo took me back to the car, and helped me back into the passenger seat. She belted me in, then climbed behind the wheel and we took off.

"You doin ok, Jimmy." she asked.

I grunted an affirmative.

"Good." she laughed. "Don't want you falling out, yet. We've got stuff to do"

She turned on the radio. T. Rex. 'Get it on'