0 comments/ 430582 views/ 32 favorites Aunt Vicky By: Iceman00776 I was all settled in for the night. My Aunt Vicky was downstairs doing laundry and finishing the dinner dishes, and I had showered and watched a little TV, and then yawned and told my Step-mom's younger sister that I was going to bed. I wasn't actually tired yet, but I was horny and was looking forward to taking some time to escape into my world of secret sexual fantasies, and I didn't want to be disturbed. My Aunt Vicky was pretty foxy for my Step-mom's younger sister, and looked much like a younger version of my Mom. God she is beautiful. She was about thirty, and had long straight black hair cut into bangs over her forehead, a dynamite face with dark brown eyes under heavy brows, small but nicely shaped tits, a flat stomach over narrow hips, and long smooth legs. She was staying here while my Mom and Dad were gone to South America on business, and I had gotten to know her pretty well. She was pretty liberal in her thinking and let me do pretty much like he wanted to. Most of the time, anyway. I had been looking forward to this evening, since my buddy Kenny had shared some of his collection of porn magazines with me after school. I had borrowed a magazine with color photos of young naked girls, and a dirty paper-back book entitled "Girl's School Nymphs". I was planning to read it and look at the pictures of the girls in the magazine while I released my libido and relieved my sexual urges. To make it a really special occasion, I had swiped a pair of my Aunt Vicky's worn panties from the laundry basket before she could do the wash, and was going to smell the fragrance of her pussy in the stained cotton crotch of her hot pink undies, and then use them to jerk off in and catch my spunk when I was ready to come. I laid back against the pillows of my bed, naked as I usually was when I went to bed, and paged through the magazine first. My young dick began to rise, growing erect, hardening and inflamed as I looked at the graphic photographs of young girls showing off their cute tits and pink slits, and I reached down and grasped my dick and teased myself a little as I paged through the magazine. I paused, looking at one very fine and sexy, and particularly attractive young blond girl, naked except for white sox and white tennis shoes. She had long light blond hair cut in bangs over her pretty face, sexy blue-gray eyes, and a pouty mouth, painted dark red with lipstick. Her tits were perfect, smallish, but turned up with soft undersides, her nipples perfectly in proportion. She had gorgeous long legs, full calves, and her hands were down between her soft thighs, her fingers showing off her little erected clitoris. I laid the magazine down, open to her photo, deciding that I wanted to look at her when it was time to get my cum feeling. Then I started to read the paperback. It was about young horny girls in an all-girls school who had discovered their proclivity for lesbian sex thrills, and it was really nasty. I started slowly skinning my dick up and down again as I read, and found one part that I read over and over again as I began to jack my stiff dick a little faster, enjoying the sexy feeling of pleasuring myself, masturbating to the printed words. ..."Peggy listened quietly as her roommate Sue talked to her, her voice low and raspy. Her fingers were inside her panties, deftly stroking herself between her legs, just below the curly hairs of her muff. She was masturbating quietly in her darkened dorm room while she waited for her roommate to go on with her story. She and Sue had been talking about boys again, and it had made her slit grow wet and puffy when Sue Ellen had told her about parking and making out with her boyfriend in his car. ..."Sue knew her roommate was masturbating, lying in her bed and rubbing her clit as she listened to her, knowing because several times before, when she had talked sexy to her like this, she could hear the squishy sounds of her roommate's self-stimulation and her quiet gasp of pleasure when she made herself come. They had done this often over the first weeks of the semester, and Sue enjoyed providing the mental images that made her cute roommate need to get herself off. She often played with herself at the same time as Peggy, and was doing it now as she talked softly to her roommate, the fingers of her left hand reaching under her tee-shirt and across her chest to gently roll her own puckered nipple while she fingered her slit, rubbing gently between her slippery labia and applying the wetness she found there to her erecting clitoris. "...She told Peggy how he had taken her boyfriend's cock out and put her hand on it while he felt up her tits, and as she held his throbbing penis in her hand, he had began to run his hand up the soft skin of her thigh, up until he felt the wet spot in the crotch of her panties, and she had let him rub her there as she felt his cock stiffen and quiver in her hand. Peggy was pretending that it was the boy's finger rubbing her slit as she listened to her roommate and quietly masturbated, teasing her swelling clitoris, making it rise up and jut out from its little protective hood. ..."Then Sue Ellen told her that the boy had pulled her panties down and began playing his finger directly over her bare slit, and then began gently rubbing her clitoris as his other hand went under her bra and began pinching her nipples between his thumb and forefinger. It had felt so good that it made her gasp, and when he put his mouth on her ear, the stimulation of all of her body parts at once was so strong that she briefly considered rolling him over on top of her and letting him fill up the ache in her buttery snatch with his stiff hardon. ..."But the decision was made when he put his finger inside her tight opening, stroked in and out several times, and then returned it to masturbate her clitoris again, and Sue bit her lip and began to drift off, surprised at the speed of her orgasm. As she began to cum, she ran her thumb over the soft silky skin of the crown of the boy's erect cock and felt him begin to cum, spurting some slippery stuff under her thumb, and she knew he was having his orgasm in her hand. And then her own climax came over her and she was only vaguely aware of her hand skinning her boyfriend's cock and feeling him squirt his cum shots on her bare leg as she felt the waves of the pleasure of her climax wash over her body." I loved reading sexually graphic descriptions like that when I masturbated, and my fist went up and down the loose skin of my hard-on as I reached for my Aunt Vicky's panties. I was getting close to having my cum, and I held the fragrant and stained cotton crotch of my Aunt's panties to my nose, right where she had leaked out a little of her juice. As I smelled the sweet fragrance of my pretty Aunt's cunt in her panties, I gazed at the photo of the sexy young blond showing off her clitoris in the skin magazine, looking at her face and her naked tits, and then down to her wide spread thighs and her pretty legs. My eyes zeroed in on the girl's pussy lips which she had spread for the camera, and I wondered if she had masturbated for the camera to make her clitoris stand up like that. My balls grew tight under my jerking fist and his my hard-on began to leak out some clear stuff and I felt myself beginning to get my feeling, when... OH SHIT!... suddenly I heard my Aunt Vicky coming down the hall! I barely had time to pull the sheet up over the magazine and the book when Aunt Vicky walked into his room, carrying an arm load of folded laundry, fresh from the dryer. "I saw your light on and..." Aunt Vicky said, and then paused, her eyes looking directly at the outline of my hard-on under the sheet. "Did I interrupt something?" she asked, grinning devilishly at me. She knew. "Uh...I was just about to turn my light off", I managed to squeak out. "I w-was just catching up on some reading..." I stuttered... I was blushing like crazy. "Reading what?" she interrupted, and set the laundry down on my dresser. "What were you reading that made you get all excited?" she quizzed, smiling at me. Then she sat on the edge of the bed and pulled the sheet down to expose the magazine. I was mortified as she picked it up and began to flip through the pages. "Pretty explicit stuff", she remarked. "Cute girls too. That's good! I wouldn't want my cute nephew to be jerking off to anything less than the best", she commented, smiling at me in a teasing manner. "God I'm so embarrassed", I muttered. "Yeah, I guess I would be too", she said. "But what you were doing is perfectly normal for a boy your age", she went on, speaking softly. "Every body masturbates now and then, and I'm sorry I interrupted you", she said. "You must be feeling really horny". I noticed that his Aunt Vicky seemed to be pressing her smooth bare legs together as she sat on the edge of his bed, and had a slight flush in her cheeks. She was wearing blue denim cut-offs and a halter top, leaving her midriff exposed. I could see the outline of her nipples through the halter, and the fine hairs on the skin of her stomach. And she was right - stopping me when I was right at the edge of getting my cum feeling had left me really horny, and that's probably what made me take such a gamble as I looked up at my Aunt. "Uh...d-do you do it too, Aunt Vicky?" I stuttered. She smiled at my question, forming dimples in her cheeks as she cut her eyes away from me, the blush rising higher in the side of her neck. My cock stopped shrinking from the embarrassment of her interruption and began to thicken again, lifting the sheet as blood filled the little cavities in the shaft of it. "I suppose everybody does", she sighed. He could see that her eyes were fixed on me, looking right at the tented sheet, watching as my dick flexed under the sheet and grew even harder. "Look at you...you're still all hot and bothered", she said softly, smiling, her eyes fixed on my erection. "Would you like to see it?" I asked, and before she could decline, I pulled the sheet down over my stomach, exposing myself to her eyes. The flush rose from her neck and turned her cheeks pink. "And what do we have here?" she murmured, ignoring me and picking up both the paperback and her panties. I had forgotten about the panties, and I felt the flush rise in my face again. "Were you going to jerk off in my panties?" she questioned. "Do I do that to you?" she asked, seeming genuinely surprised. She began to page through the paperback, reading a paragraph or two before turning several more pages and reading again. "You don't have to hunt for the good parts, do you", she muttered softly, still smiling. "My my", she muttered. "...'Cindy felt her little sister's warm mouth on the open lips of her vagina. Finally! she thought! She's gonna' do me like I do her!..." she read aloud. Then my Aunt Vicky did something that would make me remember her as long as I live. She reached down with her long slim fingers and took my erect peter in her hand, gently squeezing it, testing it, and jacking it a little, pleasuring my organ with a very knowledgeable touch. "I feel bad about interrupting you", she apologized, "but maybe I can make it up to you", she said softly as her hand began working the shaft of my dick with little pulling short strokes. "Oh...that feels good", I managed to mumble. "I've done this for boys before", she whispered, smiling. "Would you like to look at the magazine while I do it for you?" she asked. I thought about that...it would be so horny looking at the photos of the naked girls while my Aunt Vicky jerked me off, and I would see what it felt like to be masturbated to orgasm by a woman's hand while I looked at the graphic photographs. I nodded, my hardon throbbing in her hand. "Wait...I'll be back in a minute..." she said softly. Whatever she was going to do didn't matter to me...I just needed to cum...bad! I heard her go into the bathroom and then downstairs, and then the buzzer go off on the microwave. What was she doing?! Then she was back, wearing a black velvet glove on her right hand, and holding a small bottle of baby oil. She sat next to me on the bed and started pouring some of the warmed baby oil on my dick. I had softened again in her absence, but I got immediately hard as she used the cloved hand to spread the oil over the shaft of my dick. This way was beyond anything I could have conjured up in my fantasies. "You want to look at the magazine now?" she whispered. "I like looking at you", I said to her, my tongue wetting my lips as her gloved fingers skinned my curved prick up and down, making it cramp with the pleasure of being masturbated. "You want to see me naked?" she asked, squeezing my cock between her thumb and fingers. "Would you like to look at my body while I jerk you off?" she questioned. I looked down at her hand sliding up and down my prick, and saw that I was already leaking out some clear juice. "Yes, oh yes, I'd really like that", I panted. "I'd really like to watch you take your clothes off and see you naked", I breathed. "And I'd love to watch YOU masturbate", I added brazenly. "Here, you play with it", Aunt Vicky said as she took my hand and moved it down to my hard-on. Then she stood up and reached behind her back and undid her halter, and immediately her small breasts spilled out. She was kind of flat chested really, having a young girl's up-lifted breasts, but her tits were nicely shaped, rounded on the undersides, and her little bullet nipples were already standing up, hard and erect, aching to be teased. I looked at her tits and watched as she cupped them in both hands, her fingers tantalizing and squeezing her nipples and I thrilled as I began working my cock again as I looked at her tits. Jerking off in front of my Aunt Vicky was very erotic, and it felt deliciously dirty, and I knew that I was going to enjoy showing her how I could make my stiff cock shoot off squirts of cum, exhibiting my pleasure for her. Then she hooked her thumbs in her cut-offs and slid them down over her slim hips without even unbuttoning them. She had on baby-blue panties, and I could see the dark thatch of her mons through the material. Aunt Vicky really had a nice body, and I was filled with love and lust for her as I stroked my dick and looked at her. Her eyes were glistening as she watched me ogle her, her eyes focusing on my hand moving over my stiff leaking dick, watching me as I jerked himself off in front of her. Then her left hand moved down over her flat stomach, and down over the front of her blue panties, and cupped her sex, pressing against the vee of her panty crotch. When she lifted them, I could see the outline of her slit where she had pressed her fingers, her blue panties spotted darker where her fingers had been, and then she slid the panties down over her thighs, exposing her dark muff. When she stepped out of them, she held them out to me. "Here", she said. "These are warm. Show me what you like to do with my panties when you masturbate", she breathed. I didn't hesitate. I took her panties, and finding the thin strip of material where her cunt had been, held them to my nose. They were damp with the warm moistness of her, and smelled slightly sweet, and my cock trembled in my fist as I sniffed the fresh warm and damp heady fragrance of my Aunt Vicky's snatch as she looked down on me, smiling at me. Then Vicky spread her smooth thighs apart and standing at the side of my bed, placed one knee up on the edge of the mattress, her fingers spreading her cunt lips apart as she watched my eyes focus on the pink opening of her sex. "Is this what you want to see?" she smiled as she pulled the skin of her slit up and apart, showing me her clitoris. "Is this what you like to think about when you rub your dick and make yourself ejaculate?" she teased, and one long oily finger reached down below her protruding clit and I watched as it traveled slowly through the wet pink of her slit, drawing her slickness out, and then up to circle and lubricate the hardened erect bud of her pink clitoris. "You want to watch me masturbate while you beat off to me?" she lilted. "Does it feel good when you rub your dick with your hand and make your sperm come out?" she teased. "C'mon little man, let me see you make your dick squirt off". "Ohhh...Aunt Vicky", I groaned, my hand beating my brittle dick faster and faster. "I...I'm gonna c-cum...lookin at you... play with your clit", I keened as my dick seized up. Just as I felt myself start to cum, Aunt Vicky quickly reached down and took my hardon in her oily velvet glove and squeezed it as she slid her gloved hand up and down. She stared at me as she held her pussy open, pulling her muff up so I could really see her erected clitoris. Man did I cum. I felt my jizz travel up the length of my cock and I released a large squirt of white creamy cum pudding which shot out of me with considerable force. I had always wondered if the climax brought up the jizz, or if the jizz coming out brought the feeling of orgasm, and this mystery was answered for me as I came so hard that I spasmed and orgasmed again without releasing ANY sperm. A HUGE orgasm. The mother of all hand jobs. She rapidly beat my cock several more times before she jacked off another thick milky wad of slippery cum, and I ejaculated again, all over my stomach. "Ouuuu...yeah...cum for me", Aunt Vicky whispered, her face frowning in concentration as she strained to bring about her own pleasure, her middle finger rapidly thrumming her clitoris, masturbating herself to her own orgasm as she watched me cum. "Ouuuh", she panted, exalting as her climax began, her eyes closed and her head tilting back, and she continued to stimulate her clitoris as she came, her hips thrusting a little as she thrilled and panted and pleasured herself through the culmination of her gratification. The two of us continued to masturbate together through our orgasms for several more moments until we were thoroughly satisfied, and relaxed, and were sapped for energy, both of us breathing rapidly to catch their breath. Then my Aunt Vicky bent over me, smiling, her dark eyes showing her satisfaction. Her long dark hair tickled my face, and she kissed me lightly and then was gone, leaving the scent of hot sex and both pairs of her panties behind. I was dumbfounded at what he had just experienced, and despite my recent orgasm, my dick was still erect, and I began to slick it up and down as I reached for the panties. I quickly brought myself off again, squirting my second load of semen into her silky underwear wrapped around my dick as I held the crotch of the fresh blue panties to my mouth and tasted where her puss had been. Then, finally sated, I wiped myself off and slipped both pair of her panties and the porno reading material under my bed, and holding my semi-erect peter, drifted off into a deep and restful sleep. Aunt Victoria Darren couldn't believe his shitty luck. At first, he was certain he'd have the ranch all to himself for the entire summer. Mom and Dad were going to Europe for the summer and he would have one party after another. That was before he found out that Aunt Victoria would be spending the summer at the ranch. Victoria was not your typical aunt. There were many reasons for this, but the most obvious was that she was younger than Darren -- by five full years! Mom and Dad were both 21 years old when Darren was born. Five years later, Darren's grandfather surprised everyone by announcing his third wife was pregnant! At the time, Darren's grandfather was 54 years old. Everyone thought he was crazy. And Victoria was born. Darren never spent much time with Victoria growing up. For one, Darren lived in Pennsylvania farmland. Victoria lived out in California. The last time they had seen each other was five years ago, at Dad's 40th birthday party. At the time, Victoria was a 14-year-old chubette. Darren was 19 at the time and, other than hello and goodbye, never said a word to her the entire weekend. Now, five years later, Darren was a beer-guzzling 24-year-old who still acted like he was 16. A big, strapping farm kid, it was hoped that Darren might make it to the NFL after a decent career at Penn State. But he hurt his knee and he was never big enough for the NFL anyhow. He had been an undersized 240 pound lineman. Now he was pushing 300, but most of it was in the gut. Victoria was at some stupid art college in the Northeast. She was always the crunchy type. Darren remembered seeing photos a few years ago when she went to dig toilets in Central America. Darren's grandfather, God rest his soul, was a hippie and his final child wore tie-die shirts and listened to the Grateful Dead. At least that was Darren's recollection. Darren came to find out that Victoria was somewhat of an art prodigy. She was supposedly skilled at painting scenes of nature. When Darren's Dad found out Victoria was struggling with summer plans, he invited her out to the farm. Darren remembered overhearing the conversation and cringing. "You can sleep in the loft in the farm," he promised. "It's so beautiful in our neck of the woods, you should have plenty of inspiration for your paintings." The day Mom and Dad headed to Europe, Darren helped Dad with the luggage. "Darren, Vicki is coming tomorrow. I trust that you'll be nice to her?" "Of course, Dad," Darren said. As far as he was concerned, as long as she didn't bother him, he wouldn't bother her. The next day, a car pulled up and a striking young brunette got out. Darren raised his eyebrows. Aunt Victoria had grown up. She wasn't fat anymore; she was like 5'7" now and her face was noticeably thinner. She had long, straight black hair. The hippie he remembered was still there; she had these big, goofy earrings and a pierced nose with a little diamond stud. It was hard to tell what her body looked like because she wore this goofy lime-colored sun dress. After an awkward hug, Darren gave her a quick tour. She had an aloof quality that Darren found somewhat annoying, but also somewhat intriguing. Later, Darren gave her a tour. She wore jeans and Darren couldn't help but be impressed. The chubby little girl had been replaced by a Woman. Victoria had feminine hips, and a narrow waist. Darren couldn't help but sneak peeks at her ass and her luscious mound of Venus. He had to admit that she was highly fuckable. When Darren tried to make small talk with her, she was evasive and short with her answers. "I'm really here to work," she said. "My art is very important to me." "Oh, well, I certainly will make sure you feel at home, given how important you are," Darren said sarcastically. Victoria stopped and stared at him. He felt like she was undressing him with her eyes. "Yes, thanks Darren. I appreciate it." "Just make sure you stay out of my way and we won't have any problems," Darren retorted. Gosh, she acted like she was 38, not 19. Darren vowed to do what he could to loosen her up. Those first few days went by quickly. Victoria generally kept to the barn. They didn't see much of each other. Darren went through his usual routine, making a half-assed effort to find summer work, while drinking lots of beers and jacking off whenever he could. One evening, he arrived home after playing pickup basketball. Something smelled delicious in the kitchen. Darren walked in and found Victoria busy cooking away. "I thought it would be nice to have dinner together," she said. "I'm making a quinoa and vegetable casserole." "A what? I don't eat that shit," Darren said. "There's leftover steak. Let's just eat dinner together," Victoria just about pleaded. Fine, thought Darren. He'd throw her a bone. The dinner conversation was strained. Victoria found herself irritated with how standoffish her older nephew was. He was downright childish. It occurred to her that, although she was younger, it was fitting in a way that she was an Aunt. Victoria had learned quite a few things about men in art school. She was not intimidated by them; in fact, she felt totally comfortable around them. She knew they had weaknesses, and a dork like her nephew could be exploited if she played her cards right. "So like, what do you do all day long," she said, as they neared the end of the meal. The question caught Darren off guard. "I dunno," he said. "Play sports, look for a job, drink beer, kick ass," he smiled. "I do fun stuff; I don't sit in a fucking barn all day long painting shit," he said. "Right," said Victoria, moving to clear her plate. Victoria had already gotten a good read on Darren. She knew that he was trying to get a rise out of her and there was no chance of that happening. It was she who would get a rise out of him. "Do you have a girlfriend?" she asked, though she already had an answer. "Do you have a boyfriend?" Darren countered. "Currently no," she said, smiling as she washed her dinner plate. "Wash this too, make yourself useful," Darren said, motioning to the table and going upstairs. "No problem, nephew," she said. "WHAT?" "I said no problem, nephew." "You're a wise ass." "Look, Darren, just take it easy okay. Otherwise you can clean your own dishes." "Whatever—okay fine, thank you for cleaning my dishes Aunt Victoria," he mocked. "That's better," he heard her say as he stormed upstairs. Darren came away feeling oddly manipulated by the situation. He also felt something else—arousal. Something about the way Victoria called him her nephew made him hot. The girl had a mouth on her. The next morning, Victoria worked on her painting. It was a simple, elegant piece. She was painting the corner of the barn. She found it fascinating, the contrast in textures between the old wood and the hay. That's what she was good at, the subtleties. It was how she won that big award at the art festival this spring. She felt the call of nature and headed to the main house. Inside, on the first floor she heard a noise coming from the bathroom. It was Darren. He hadn't heard her come in. It didn't hurt that she was barefoot; in fact, all she was wearing was a sun dress and a comfortable pair of g-string panties. She turned her head to listen. He was making grunting noises. A smile came across her face. Then, what she heard next was unmistakable. "Yes, Aunt Victoria. Yes, whatever you say, Aunt Victoria." He was whacking off and fantasizing about her! Not only that, but he was fantasizing about being bossed around. Victoria had no idea why, but she seemed to have this effect on men. Her last boy friend was totally submissive and loved it when she dominated him. She had enjoyed it too. It gave her a feeling of power. But now the stakes were much higher! Her own stupid nephew Darren was fantasizing about her. The summer just got a whole lot more interesting. She took a few moments to gather her thoughts. What the hell, she thought. It would be fun to teach him a lesson. Hopefully he won't freak out. Knock knock. "Darren, are you in there? What are you doing?" she said, struggling to hold in a laugh, as she heard frantic rustling sounds on the other side of the door. "I'm in here! I'm IN HERE!" Darren said. "I'm just—I'm just taking a shit. Give me a second." "It didn't sound like you were taking a shit," she said. Oh, you're ruthless, she said to herself. But it was too fun and Darren deserved it. "LEAVE ME ALONE!" He yelled. She decided to wait. She would make him twist in the wind. "Darren," she said again. "GET OUT OF HERE!" "Darren, you're 24 years old. Don't you think you're getting too old to be jerking it in the bathroom?" "GET THE FUCK OUT OF HERE!!" Now she was scared, so she turned and went back to the barn. Darren was stunned. She knew. He went to his room and got under the covers. This was a terrible development. He kept running over the events in his head. She had insulted him. How could he ever face her again? She was going to be there for two and a half more months! Yet, every time he thought of what happened, he felt unmistakably aroused. This was so fucked up. At the very least, he would avoid her for the rest of the day. Then, maybe by tomorrow, she would know not to speak about it anymore. That evening, he was drinking beer in front of the TV. Victoria never came in the main house in the evening. She either went out somewhere, or meditated. Darren didn't know and Darren didn't care. That's why he was surprised when the door opened and in walked Victoria in those tight jeans, boots and a t-shirt. He hadn't seen the boots anymore. It gave her an aura. "Mind if I join you?" she said. "Whatever," Darren said, feeling his face go red. Neither of them said a word for ten minutes. Darren was watching a baseball game. A commercial came. "Don't you think we should talk about what happened?" Darren sighed. He felt his face turning bright red. "I don't want to," he said. He couldn't make eye contact with her. "Look Darren, it's okay. So I caught you masturbating. It's only natural. Boys masturbate." Darren felt the world closing in on him. He felt an urge to flee, but he remained cemented to the couch. She was at an angle to him, sitting on the love seat, leaning back, legs crossed. Now she uncrossed her legs and leaned forward. "Look at me, Darren." Darren didn't move. He just stared at the TV. "Okay, you don't have to look at me, but listen to me and then I'll leave, okay." She paused and waited for him to say something, but he was quiet. "Okay," she began again. "What I found interesting wasn't the fact that I caught you masturbating. It's what you were saying. I think your exact words were, 'Yes, Aunt Victoria, whatever you say, Aunt Victoria." That was it. Darren got up, prepared to storm out. "Wait one second," she said. Darren froze. "Sit back down," she said. Darren felt himself sitting back down. "Good," she said. Then, while she had momentum, "Darren, do you fantasize about being bossed around by me? Tell me the truth, Darren. It's okay. I'm not going to hurt you and I'm not going to tell anyone about it." Darren's body was covered with sweat. He struggled to breathe normally. What was happening? It was then that he felt his groin begin to twitch. He couldn't say a thing. He was frozen, like Han Solo in The Empire Strikes Back. Victoria continued. "How would you like to call me Aunt Victoria from now on? It's okay, Darren. I'll allow you to do it." Finally Darren spoke. It came out all scratchy because his voice caught. "Okay." "Okay what?" "Okay Aunt Victoria," he said, his head throbbing as much as his groin now was. "Have you ever wondered what it might be like to get bossed around by a girl, Darren? You might enjoy it. I'm pretty sure I could make you feel pretty damn good. I mean, let's be clear. I'm not going to touch you; we can't have sex or anything like that, but I could, you know, supervise your masturbation." When Victoria said that, she felt it in her vulva. She was amazed at her own brashness. And she knew she had her older nephew. She had him. He had no chance. She had the upper hand now and wasn't going to let go. She watched, as he put his head in his hands and tried to contemplate her offer. She loved the way she was shattering his world. "I don't know, Vic, um, Aunt Victoria," he said. For the first time he looked at her. He felt her eyes pierce his soul. "Take your pants off, Darren," she said. He was yanking his pants down almost immediately. Victoria couldn't help but chuckle. "Acknowledge me when I give you a command, Darren." "Yes, Aunt Victoria," he grunted. Darren's pants now off, he looked down and felt himself overcome with embarrassment as he saw the tenting. "Come over here," she said. "Stand in front of me." Darren's knees almost buckled as he stood in front of his Aunt. She looked quite pleased with herself as she leaned forward and looked at his face, then his groin, then his face again. "For the rest of the summer, you're going to do what I tell you to do. Aren't you, Darren?" "Yes, Aunt Victoria." Darren couldn't believe how thrilled he felt. "Do you want to take off your underpants, Darren?" "Yes, Aunt Victoria." "Well, guess what? I don't want you to take your underpants off right now. You're going to have to learn delayed gratification. Okay?" Darren was confused. But he just said, "Yes, Aunt Victoria." Just the act of addressing her as Aunt Victoria gave him a twinge. In fact, every time he said those words, he felt a throb. "I can see you're confused," she said. "I think I've made my point for the evening. You can go back to watching your silly baseball game. Tomorrow morning I want you to bring me coffee and eggs for breakfast in the barn at nine AM sharp. Come with your underpants and nothing else. If I'm happy with the way you're acting, I'll allow you to masturbate in front of me, under my terms. Got it?" "Yes, Aunt Victoria." "Good," she smiled. She locked her eyes on his. "Darren, I see you as extremely undisciplined. This is your golden opportunity to learn a few things about yourself and have a lot of fun. But if at any point you don't show proper respect for your Aunt, then I'm going to ignore you for the rest of the summer. You don't want that, do you?" "No, Aunt Victoria." "I didn't think so." She stood. "One more thing -- I'm sure you're going to have the urge to masturbate when I'm gone. You don't have my permission to do that. Do you understand?" Darren looked down. Victoria was probably 140 pounds. That made her half his size. Yet here she was, bossing him around. But how could he not touch himself tonight? It seemed impossible. "I-I don't know. I'm in pain," he admitted. "Come with me," she said. Darren followed her to the kitchen. She removed a soft ice pack from the freezer. He stood there while she slid her hand inside his waistband and dropped the ice down his front. He was disappointed that she didn't look down. For some reason, he wanted very badly to be exposed in front of her. "Sit on the couch with that for a while," she said. "Press the ice pack up against your blue balls and the pain should diminish. Good night, Darren. See you at nine." He watched as she slid open the screen door and went back to the barn. XXXXX After a fitful night of sleep, Darren woke much earlier than he was accustomed to. He prepared eggs, toast, coffee, and orange juice and at 8:58, carefully made the walk across the field to the barn where his Aunt was waiting. He entered to find her wearing a loose-fitting turquoise sun dress, the straps showing her smooth upper arms and the low cut of the dress showing some nice cleavage. Both she and the painting she was working on were impressive. She smiled when she saw him. It amazed her how easy it was to work boys once you gave their appendages a little bit of attention. "Good morning, Darren." "Good morning, Victoria." "Come on, Darren. Let's get off on the right foot. Call me my proper name, please." Darren was surprised she would be this formal early in the morning. But he corrected himself. "Good morning, Aunt Victoria." "Put my breakfast on the bench over there." She made him wait for a few minutes while she touched up the painting and then she sat down and began eating her breakfast. "Not bad, Darren. The eggs are a little rubbery, but better than I thought." "Thanks Aunt Victoria." "So, I can tell you're excited to get started, but first I want to get you a little worked up. Do 50 sit-ups and 50 push-ups." Darren slumped. He was about to say, "Are you kidding me?" but he thought better of it. So while his Aunt ate breakfast, he began doing his exercise. In no time he was a sweaty mess. "You're really out of shape, huh?" Victoria said, sipping on her coffee, looking quite relaxed. She counted out his progress. "Nope, you didn't reach the ground on that push-up, Darren. That doesn't count. You're still at 23." By the time he was finished, he was exhausted. Victoria put her painting aside and put up a fresh canvas. "I suppose you want to masturbate now," she said. "Yes, Aunt Victoria." "Then ask me nicely." "Can I masturbate, Aunt Victoria?" "How are you supposed to masturbate with your underpants on, silly?" Darren moved to remove his underpants, but her voice, surprisingly shrill and commanding, stopped him cold. "WAIT. Did I give you permission to remove your underpants?" "No, Aunt Victoria." "Good. Darren, remember this all started because you want me to boss you around. Remember?" "Yes, Aunt Victoria." "Then smarten up and know your place. Ask me if you can remove your underpants and masturbate your penis." Darren cringed, but he did as he was told. "Yes, you have my permission to remove your underpants, but don't touch yourself until I give the command." Down came Darren's underpants, and out popped his penis. "Come stand in front of me so I can inspect you. God, you're hairy," Victoria said. "And I see your penis is very excited this morning, Darren." "Yes, Aunt Victoria." "I want to sketch you," she said. Darren was instructed to lie in the hay and turn onto his side so he was facing Victoria. "Here's how this will work," she said. "I want to totally control your masturbating, which means you have to get very good at following my commands precisely, like a good soldier. Each time I say 'stroke,' you're permitted to tug your penis up and down once. If I say 'free stroke,' that means you're allowed to stroke yourself vigorously at will until I give the command to stop or do something different. Understand?" Darren felt a huge thrill. "Yes, Aunt Victoria." "Good. I thought you'd like this game. Now, don't let me catch you stroking without my permission or I will ask you to put your underpants back on and it will be game over for the rest of the summer. I'm the boss. Understood." "Yes Aunt Victoria." "I want to hear you say it before we begin. Who is the boss?" "You're the boss, Aunt Victoria." "Good boy. Okay, she was peering out from one side of the canvas. Let's begin. Stroke.............Stroke stroke..........Stroke....................................................Stroke." Darren struggled to comply. He had a tremendous urge to jerk himself, but his young Aunt was calling the shots. She was so infrequent with her commands, that he felt his blue balls returning with a vengeance. The game went on for 20 minutes. At one point, she went several minutes without saying a word, and Darren ached. Finally, she took the canvas and walked over to him. She showed him her work. It was remarkable. She truly was talented. There was Darren, unmistakably Darren, choking his own chicken, his face twisted in concentration. She had signed her name on the bottom. "This is for you, Darren. I call it, portrait of a stroker." Aunt Victoria "Thank you, Aunt Victoria." "Would you like to come, Darren?" "Yes, Aunt Victoria." "Okay, but I need to set the tone for the rest of the summer. Remember the way you treated me the first few days I was here?" "Yes Aunt Victoria." "How did you treat me?" "Not very well." "No you didn't. You acted like a jerk, which is ironic," she laughed. "Didn't you?" He admitted it. "Now this is my chance for revenge. I'm going to humiliate you. I mean, worse than I've done so far. But at least you'll get to ejaculate. Are you ready? Good. I want you to toss your legs up over your head, so your fat ass is up in the air. Brace yourself against the side of the barn. That's it. Good boy. Now, I want you to spray your face with cum. Go ahead. Free stroke. Do it." Darren couldn't believe it, but he was so consumed by his desire that he didn't hesitate. Victoria stood over him. He could see her standing there, grinning down at him, just above her pulsating balls and penis. "Squirt it, Darren. All over your face. Come on. I'm waiting." "Ugh! Ugh! UGH!" Darren groaned and shot a tremendous load of semen all over his own face. It just kept coming and coming. He didn't care about the mess, nor did he care about his beaming young Aunt, arms folded, watching the whole thing with a look of satisfaction. He felt himself lose his balance and his legs sprawled on the hay. He was finished. Aunt Victoria stood above Darren in the hay, straddling him so that she stood directly above him. It was a perfect metaphor. "I'm VERY proud of you, Darren," she said. "Thank you, Aunt Victoria," Darren said. It may have been the best orgasm he ever had. It wasn't lost on either of them the way she addressed Darren, nor the way he was quick to accept his new place in the relationship. He felt himself pushing his neck forward. He could almost see up her dress. "Stop trying to look up my skirt, Darren. That's off limits to you." She took a step back. "Lick your lips for me, Darren. That's it." She smiled deeply. "Now I need you to leave so I can get some work done. Go find a job for goodness sakes." XXXXX That's how it went for the rest of the summer. Darren would serve his Aunt breakfast in his underwear each morning. Then he would do his morning exercises while she ate. After that she would guide him through his masturbatory session, or sometimes she would tell him he had to wait until the evening. At night, she would come to the main house and take over the TV. Darren had to stand there holding his penis and waiting for her to give him the instructions. Most of the time, her eyes wouldn't even leave the television. "Stroke......stroke..........................stroke." One day, she changed the stroke to "jerk." She decided it was more demeaning. She also developed other code words that he was to follow. If she said, "circus," it meant she wanted him to toss his legs up over his head and come all over his face. If she said "wipe" he was to catch the load in his hand and smear it onto his ass. If she said "launch," it meant he had to arch his back and thrust his hips so that he could shoot his seed as far as it would go. Darren came to appreciate his Aunt's domination. He also got into much better shape because she had him doing pushups and sit-ups daily. She also reduced his beer intake to one beer per night. When he balked, she said, "Fine, Darren. I guess you can spank it by yourself from now on." An hour later, Darren apologized and Aunt Victoria "rewarded" him by giving him a circus stroke, only this time she called it a "circus snack," and Darren was instructed to open his mouth wide and try to deposit his semen in his own mouth. It grossed him out. When it was over, Darren noticed she had a riding crop. She took him across her knee and set his ass on fire. After that, Victoria's word was law and the two of them had a wonderful summer that neither would ever forget.