3 comments/ 144034 views/ 23 favorites Aunt Dee By: baldhead_dirtymind Dee woke up with a start and looked at the clock- 1:15am. She wasn't sure what she heard, but something awakened her. She sat up and listened, there it was again, snickering and low voices. She rubbed the sleep out of her eyes and her panic, she had lived alone for four years now after the divorce and didn't like strange noises at night, subsided as she remembered her house guest. Her nephew Ryan was staying with her for the week. He was a sophomore at the local college and was due to head home for winter break, but had another week of work to finish up. The dorms were closed so when her sister asked she reluctantly agreed. Dee liked her privacy and liked to be able to walk around the house nearly nude. That had changed yesterday when her 19 yr old nephew showed up. He was a handsome kid, a football player in great shape. He was at least 6'2" and a solid 185 lbs or so. He had gone out earlier with his two friends, Seth and Sean. She told him to stay out of trouble, feeling responsible for him, another thing she didn't care for. She got out of bed and pulled her bathrobe and slippers on and walked downstairs. She opened the door to see Sean's car drive off and wondered what the fuck was going on? She heard a rustle and looked to the end of the porch and there was Ryan, passed out on the porch swing. There was a trail of snow leading to him and she could see he obviously had fell in a snow pile at some point. She went up to him and poked him, "Ryan, get up, you're going to freeze out here!" He didn't move, not even a grunt. Great, she thought, how the hell am I going to get him in the house? Dee was about 5'6" and weighed maybe 115lbs. She had always taken care of herself and looked much younger then her 43yrs. Shoulder length blonde hair and a nice pair of 36B's and a nice ass that her pilates class kept tight kept the compliments coming. She grabbed his jeans by the knee and tried waking him, they were cold and soaked through. She grabbed him under the arms and started rocking the swing back and forth and then pulled him up to his feet. It wasn't as hard as she thought it would be and when she pulled she almost stumbled backwards. She caught herself and held him up, suddenly aware that she was being poked in the stomach by something very hard in his jeans. She stood still, could that be what she thought it was? Most guys, no all guys, Dee knew couldn't maintain an erection when they were drunk. She pulled away from him a bit to look down, but it was too dark on the porch. Despite the cold, Dee felt herself getting hot and a familiar twinge began between her legs. She decided she need to get him inside and slowly began to walk him to the door, her in front backing towards the door, leading him but holding him closely so he didn't fall down. As they made there way Dee began to think just how long it had been since she had sex. It was just about a year ago. She had saved up went to Florida for a week last winter. She had hooked up with an ex-boyfriend from college. It was four days of nonstop sex. She felt her pussy getting wetter as she remembered Paul and how intense her orgasms were with him. Of course they would have been intense with anyone; it had been almost a year at that point since she had sex. She was content to live alone, but she so missed a real man and a real cock. She masturbated twice a day, once in the shower in the morning with her shower massage and then usually right before bed. But it wasn't the same, nothing replaced the feeling of a hard cock! They had made it to the door and Dee leaned against it for balance so she could open the door knob. She had forgot that she had left it open, so when she leaned all of her and Ryan's weight against it, it flew open and they both almost ended up on the floor in the entryway. Dee managed to grab the door jamb and pull herself against it with one hand while holding onto him with the other. She ended up against the jamb and Ryan was against her but was diagonal to the floor. Her robe had come open and now his hard on was pressing right against her crotch. Jolts of electricity shot through her as her clit was rubbed through her panties. What had been just a little wetness now was quickly turning into a flood. She caught her breath and moved her leg a little which caused more friction and more sensations to run through her body. She was breathing heavy at this point and knew that if she didn't move, she'd start humping against his hard on and have an orgasm right there on the porch. She mustered all her will power and stood him up and pulled him inside. She had thought all she had to do was get him to the couch, but there was no way she would let him sleep on her good couch all wet, not too mention if he puked in the middle of the night. She shuffled him into the spare bedroom, happy it was on the bottom floor. She held him up and took his coat off then she turned him and let him fall on the bed, lying across it sideways at the bottom. She turned the light on next to the bed and if she any doubts about his erection, they were gone. Ryan was lying across the bed sideways, his jeans tented right in the crotch. Dee had seen a lot of bulges and this one was huge. He pussy was dripping, her panties soaked through. It was at that point she knew she had to see it. She reasoned to her self that she couldn't let him sleep in those wet clothes. She'd get his shirt and pants off and then have a better idea of what it looked like through is underwear- she'd leave them on and put him into bed and then go to her own and masturbate like hell! She went to the end of the bed and his hands were each out to his side, his right one hanging over the edge of the bed. She began to unbuckle his belt and that's when the lust kicked in full force. Every other time she'd ever unbuckled a man's belt was to either suck him, fuck him, or both. She pulled her robe open and moved so his hand went between her legs. She was straddling it and rubbing her crotch up against his fingers. She closed her eyes and felt an orgasm building. Suddenly his hand moved and rubbed roughly against the wet crotch of her panties making contact with her clit. It startled her and she quickly moved away from his hand. She unbuttoned his wet jeans and thought this was the moment of truth. She moved down by his feet and pulled his jeans off at the waist. She began to pull them down and then realized- he wasn't wearing underwear! When she started to roll them down his waist his cock head popped out, all purple and very hard. There was no turning back now, her pussy was doing all the talking, screaming at her to get his pants off so she could see his magnificent cock. She got his pants down past his knees and drew in a sharp breath. His cock was standing straight up in the air, it was at least 9" and almost as thick as her arm. Not only was her pussy wet, her mouth was watering. She had never had a cock that big! She reached down and rubbed her wet pussy through her panties. She slipped her hand inside them and slipped first one and then another finger into herself. She hadn't been this wet in a LONG time. She fingered herself and then instinctively reached out and stroked his hard shaft. It was now or never. She discarded her robe and panties and bent over. As wet as she was she knew she was going to need all the lubrication she could get for this monster. She worked up a mouth full of saliva and took his head in her mouth. She let the saliva run out and down the shaft and then slide it in and out of her mouth. It's hardness felt good and she relaxed her throat muscles and let it go all the way to the back of her throat. Ryan began to move his hips up and down and she looked at his face quickly to see if he had come too. Nothing. She quickly knew she had to get on with it, so she climbed on the bed and kneeled over his cock with one leg out to the side. Her pussy was just over his cock head and she used one hand to steady his shaft and then lowered herself on to it. When the head hit her lips she almost came. Just the perverted nature of what she was going was getting very, very turned on. It was almost scary. She had to have this young cock and have it now. She slowly rubbed the head between her lips and then up to her clit to lube it up. Then she slid it inside and slowly lowered herself on it, allowing the walls of her opening to stretch to accommodate it. Once about half way in she couldn't take it anymore. She knew she couldn't do what she wanted to do- bounce up and down on it with careless abandon and see how many times she could cum before he shot his load. She reached down and began to rub her clit as she slowly pivoted on her one leg, raising herself off and on his cock. She had only taken about half of his length and she felt the orgasm coming. It was strong and it was all she could do to keep from screaming. She bit her lower lip and let out a whimper as she came. She moved a bit faster now, the bed beginning to squeak just a little. At the end of her orgasm she let all of her weight fall on him as his massive cock was buried into her. She moved back and forth as her orgasm subsided. Then she started up and down again, wondering if he could cum or not. The answer came quickly as his body began to stiffen and his cock got even harder. She quickly pulled it out and moved off the bed, bent her head down and took his cock head in her mouth. She began to pump his shaft with her hand as her tongues swirled around the head inside of her mouth. Her other hand instinctively was between her legs, three fingers sunk deep into her pussy, frantically fingering herself. She came again just as she tasted the pre cum. The first stream of cum hit the back of her throat and she almost gagged. She pulled him out of her mouth and continued to pump his shaft. His cum shot out in long streams, some in her mouth, some on her face. He tasted so good, so sweet. She swallowed it all and then expertly cleaned his cock. She stood up and looked around, the reality of what she had just done sinking in. She quickly rolled him onto the bed and pulled the covers over him and gathered her robe and panties. She walked out of the room, hoping that he wouldn't remember what happened, knowing that she would never forget. She would find out that she wouldn't forget- he wouldn't let her. To Be Continued... Aunt Diana Ch. 1 "Diana, I have to tell you something," Sharon said. Sharon had had a few, and Diana got the sense that she'd been working up the nerve for this all night. "Of course," Diana said. "What is it?" "It's about my son, Aiden. I'm worried about him sexually, and I was wondering if you could..." "Sharon, I love you, but I don't know that I can give you any advice on my godson's sexuality." Sharon's eyes widened. "Oh, no! Nothing like that. This is...this is different. Perhaps I shouldn't have brought it up," she said, looking away. "I just don't know what to do." Diana noticed her friend was blushing. Curiosity piqued, she said "It's Okay, you can tell me." Sharon looked around then leaned in towards Diana, her elbows on the little round tabletop. "He's been wearing my clothes," she whispered. Diana almost laughed - was that it? But she could tell that Sharon was distressed, so she put on a worried expression and asked, "What?" Sharon nodded. "Yes. And not just my dresses and blouses, either. He's been going through all of my drawers while I'm away at work. Even my underwear drawer - I think he likes to wear my panties." "Oh my God," Diana said. "Have you spoken to him about this?" "No, of course not. He would be mortified. I'd be mortified." "You can't just let him keep going through your things, Sharon. You have to say something. Really you should be punishing him for something like this. It's dishonest and weird behavior." "I know, I know. But he's nineteen, and he's always been such a timid boy. I worry that this might scar him - you know how awkward it can be to talk about this sort of thing with your mother." Sharon sighed. "What should I do, Diana?" "Do you want him to stop?" "Of course." "Then you have to punish him," Diana said. "But how? He's too old now for me to ground or spank him." Diana smiled. "That's easy. Give him what he wants." "Give him what he wants...?" Sharon asked, confused. "If Aiden wants to wear women's clothing, then let him wear women's clothing. Make him, actually. Take away his boy's clothes and make him wear your things around the house. Dress him up in frilly dresses and makeup, jewelry and high heels. And your bras and panties, too, since he seems to like them so much." "I don't know, Diana," Sharon said, "that seems very strange. And almost like rewarding him, too." "No, I think he enjoys the sneaking around and doing something naughty. If it's all out in the open, if his hidden fetish just becomes dress-up time with Mommy, I don't think he'll like it very much. In fact I bet he'll be begging you to let him have his clothes back." Sharon seemed to think for a long moment. "That actually does make some sense. I just don't think I could do that, Diana. It would be too strange for me. I'm his mother, after all." "Then let me," Diana said. "Bring him over to my house this weekend and let me dress him up for a few days. Caitlin is off at school right now, anyway, so I have the place to myself." Sharon looked so relieved that Diana hugged her. "Are you really Okay with doing that?" Sharon asked. "I know that this is a strange situation." "Of course," Diana said. "You're one of my closest friends, always have been, and Aiden is my godson, I'm practically his aunt. I'm happy to do anything for you guys." "Thank you so much, Diana," Sharon said. "Really. This has been bothering me for months now. Just one thing - could we keep this between ourselves for now? I don't know what other people would think." Diana laughed. "It'll stay between you and me, don't' worry. And your son, too, I suppose." They both laughed, and Sharon hugged and kissed Diana on the cheek. Diana could tell how happy and relieved Sharon felt, and over dinner and more wine they hashed out the details. Sharon would drop her son off on Saturday on the pretext of Diana needing help around the house, then return a few days later when Diana told her that Aiden was ready. He would not have a suitcase, and Diana hoped to get him out of his boy's clothes as quickly as possible and mail them back to his mother. He'd be naked and on his own, with nothing to wear but Diana's lingerie and dresses. Then the "punishment" would begin. Sharon dropped Aiden off a few days later and Diana met him at the door. She looked him over as he stood awkwardly on the porch. He had Sharon's bright blond hair, grown a little long for a boy, perhaps, as well as his mother's full lips and big blue eyes. A good-looking boy, she thought, though slight - he was taller than Diana was even in her stiletto heels, but she almost certainly outweighed him - and a little shy. The girls at school probably tormented him - he was more feminine than a lot of women. He probably looked good in women's clothing, though, she thought, and smiled. They would find out soon enough. She led him into the sitting room and sat down across from him. There was a gift bag on the coffee table between them. She crossed her legs. "Do you know why your mother brought you here this weekend?" Diana asked. "To help you around the house?" Aiden said. "I dunno, she didn't really tell me." "Well, that's partly true. You are going to be helping me around the house. A lot, actually but that's not why she brought you here." Aiden looked confused. "Why don't' you open that gift. It's for you." Aiden reached into the bag on the table then stopped when he felt what was inside. He looked at Diana with questioning eyes. She nodded. "Go on." He continued and pulled out a flimsy silk nightgown. It was purple with white lace on the chest and fringe, and little spaghettis straps at the shoulders. He held it up and looked at it, stunned. "What is this?" he asked dumbly. "It's a nightgown. A women's nightgown, for you. Now do you see why your mother brought you here?" Aiden shook his head but he was blushing terribly. "You don't have to play dumb," Diana said. "Your mother told me all about your little habit. She's worried, you see, and I can't blame her. What kind of boy likes to wear ladies' underwear? His mother's underwear, no less." "I d -" "Don't try to deny it, Aiden. She knows. She has known for weeks. Did you really think she wouldn't notice? A mother notices everything about her baby. And she's told me ALL about it." Aiden said nothing, just stared intently at the floor. "Yes," Diana continued, "and your mother has had enough. She said, 'If he wants to dress like a girl, then let him dress like a girl. That will put a stop to this.' This weekend is supposed to be your punishment, Aiden, and there's no way out of it. If you don't cooperate with anything I say then she is sending you to military school. Do you want that?" Aiden shook his head. He looked like he was about to cry. Diana sat next to him on the couch and rubbed his shoulder. "But I disagree with your mother. I don't' think this has to be punishment at all." Aiden looked up. "No," Diana said, "What I think is that you're going to like this, aren't you? This wouldn't be a punishment. Sharon, your mother, doesn't understand that some boys just want to be treated like little sissies, and dress up in frilly panties and bras. I think you're a sissy, Aiden, and if you want me to then we can make this weekend very fun. I can teach you all about dressing up and putting on makeup and jewelry, all the things that girls have to know, and then I'll tell your mother exactly what she wants to hear. All you have to do is tell me the truth - that you want it." Aiden slowly shook his head. Diana stood up. "I know this is a lot to think about. But if you don't want to be honest with me you'll still have to wear women's clothing, Aiden, and it won't be fun, and you may still end up at military school. I'll be up in my bedroom. Come tell me what you decide." Diana left the sitting room and went upstairs and started getting dressed for bed. She was in her own nightgown with her dark hair done up in a bun when she heard a soft knock at her door. She padded over in her bare feet and opened it to see a bashful Aiden standing in the hallway, the purple nightgown in one hand. She crossed her arms. "Well?" she asked. Aiden looked down at Diana's manicured toes. "I...I want to do it," he said softly. "Want to do what?" "I want to wear your clothes, Aunt Diana. I want to be your sissy." Diana smiled. "Good. I'm proud of you for being honest. But if this is going to work you'll have to be more than honest. You'll have to do exactly what I say, when I say it. Do you understand?" Aiden nodded. "Now get undressed." Aiden balked, but Diana reminded him of their agreement and his mother's threat. Soon enough his clothes were folded neatly in a chair and he was standing naked in the middle of the room, his hands cupped over his genitals. "I can't have you being shy around me, Aiden," Diana said, "it's just us girls this weekend, remember? And you're going to be undressing in front of me a lot." Aiden slowly dropped his hands and Diana looked at what he'd been hiding. Pretty, she thought, like the rest of him. Which was good - she'd rather have an attractive naked boy in the house than an unattractive one. "Lift your arms," she told him, and slipped the purple nightgown over his head. She stepped back. "Looks good," she said. "Does your mother have any nightgowns this nice?" Aiden blushed. "Kneel," she told him, "right there on the rug. And close your eyes" Aiden obeyed without question, and Diana noticed a growing bulge under his nightgown. So he likes being told what to do, Diana thought. That's good. She pulled her phone off her dresser and snapped a picture. Aiden's eyes opened at the flash. "Relax," Diana said. "I'm just sending this to your mother so she knows things are going smoothly. Now go to your bedroom and rest up, we have a big day tomorrow. Leave your other clothes here." She smiled and looked at him. "I'm proud of you." Diana said goodnight to Aiden and went to bed herself shortly thereafter. A little later she heard a ping from her phone: a message from Sharon. "great! love you :)" The next morning Diana woke up early and got dressed and laid another outfit - a black lace bra and panty set with a garter belt, sheer stockings, a simple blue shift dress with white polka dots, and black stiletto pumps - out on the bed for Aiden. She ate a light breakfast and then woke Aiden and brought him to her bedroom. He was still bleary-eyed and disoriented when she told him to take off the nightgown, but he did so with only a slight hesitation and stood naked in front of her. He was covering himself with his hands again, but she decided to let it slide - he didn't know it, but he'd be naked for a while yet that day. She saw him notice the outfit on the bed. "Yes, that's for you. But not just yet. No, being a girl is hard work Aiden, and a privilege. You'll have to earn it. And we'll start," she turned and picked up the high heels from the bed, "from the ground up." She handed the shoes to Aiden and told him to put them on. Not surprisingly he was little wobbly in 4-inch heels, so she made him walk a few laps around the bedroom for practice, and then a few more just because she enjoyed the sight of a naked boy tottering around in stilettos. Then she stopped him, sat him down on the bed, and explained the rules for the day. "I've written up a list of chores," she said. "And as you complete them I'll give you more of my clothes to wear. When you finish cleaning the bathrooms you can wear my black panties, dusting the upstairs, my bra, et cetera. But I will be watching you closely, and if at any point you do anything wrong or not up to standard, you have to undress and start over. Except for the shoes because I want you get to get as much practice walking in heels as possible. Do you understand?" Aiden looked disappointed by the chores list but he nodded. Diana then led him naked through the hall and down the stairs to where she kept the cleaning supplies, smiling at the sound of his heels clicking on the hardwood. She set him up in the downstairs bathroom and explained what she wanted done, and he began mopping the floors and scrubbing out the tubs, sinks and toilets in all four bathrooms in the house. Diana would leave him alone at times and watch him at others. She especially liked watching him clean the toilets: she would make him get on all fours, his pale bum and the scuffed bottoms of his high heeled shoes pointing up in the air, and clean every nook and cranny. She could tell that this was especially humiliating for him to be watched like this, but also, based on how erect he'd get, a big turn-on. When he got the master bathroom in Diana's upstairs bedroom she told him to be on the lookout for a pearl earring she'd lost a few days beforehand. It was a large bathroom, so it took him a little while to clean. When he was finished he admitted that he'd been unable to find the earring, but Diana told him that was fine and that since the bathrooms were sufficiently clean he could be rewarded with a pair of panties to wear. He was obviously very relieved to hear this, and Diana thought, as Aiden eagerly stepped into the sheer black underwear, about how even a tiny piece of lacy fabric can seem like a lot of clothing when you have nothing else to wear. Aiden moved onto dusting the upstairs, a quicker job than cleaning the bathrooms, and soon enough he had a bra on to match his panties as he began vacuuming. Diana left him to use the bathroom and noticed something while she was in there. She came out to her bedroom and called for Aiden. He stopped vacuuming the other room and came in. Diana was sitting in the chair in front of her vanity, the back of her head reflected in the large round mirror. "Aiden," she said sternly, "what is this?" She held up something small and shiny - her missing earring. "I'm sorry, Aunt Diana, I must have missed it." "You must have missed it? Aiden, it was right on top of the sink. What did I tell you about messing things up this morning?" "That I would have to take my clothes off." "That's right. That's expensive lingerie, and it's a privilege for you to wear it. Now come on, get undressed." Aiden unhooked his bra and handed it to her, head hung in shame. "The panties, too, Aiden." "Yes Aunt Diana." He slid the panties down his legs then had to struggle for a moment as they got caught on the heels of the shoes. "Hurry up!" Diana yelled at the flustered, very naked boy. 'Sorry! Sorry," Aiden said, and handed her the panties as well. Then he turned to leave. "Just where do you think you're going?" "Uh, back to the vacuuming..." "Did I tell you to leave?" Diana demanded. Aiden seemed to understand. His shoulders slumped. "No Aunt Diana." Diana sighed. "I am doing a lot for you this weekend, Aiden. Taking you into my home, letting you wear my very nice things, helping you with your mother. We can't have this kind of attitude. I didn't want to do this, but you've left me no choice. Come here, Aiden. NOW." Aiden approached her nervously. "Come on, get over my knees," Diana said. Aiden complied, likely knowing he had no choice, his pale butt bent up towards Diana, his rapidly hardening cock pinned between her thighs. Diana looked down at him and laid one hand on his bare bottom. He flinched when she did so and she felt an involuntary thrill of excitement. It had been a while since she had spanked someone. "Did your mother ever spank you?" she asked. "When I was little," Aiden said. "Good. Naughty boys need to be spanked." She wound up and smacked one cheek with her bare hand, hard. Then the other. Then the other again. She built up a rhythm. Aiden took it stoically at first, but soon he began to moan and squirm. His butt turned bright red. Diana's hand began to hurt eventually so she grabbed an old wooden hairbrush from her vanity and began to use that, making deeper thudding sounds than her hand had, and she knew he'd be feeling the hairbrush for days. Aiden began to cry, probably as much from the humiliation as from the pain - this was certainly more than he'd bargained for. After a few minutes Diana stopped, and rubbed Aiden's cheeks gently. She felt good, though she knew he didn't. That had been fun. His ass was burning hot to the touch and she let her hand linger. Tears were in his eyes from the pain, and she noticed that his erection had subsided. But still, his punishment wasn't over. She let him stand up. "I don't think a naughty boy like you is suited for women's clothes or women's housework right now," Diana said. "I think you need to work outside. Yes, dressed exactly as you are. Don't worry, I have high fences. The neighbors won't see you. Probably." She led him outside and started him cleaning the pool. He was wobbly on the pool deck in his heels, and his pale skin was bright in the sun. She hoped he wouldn't burn too badly. She sat in lounge chair beneath an umbrella and fixed herself a gin and tonic as she watched her naked godson work. When he was finished with the pool she instructed him to get the lawnmower from the shed and begin cutting the grass in the backyard. This was a struggle for him - the stiletto heels of his shoes kept sinking into the soft earth as mowed, causing him to stumble. Diana laughed at the sight but she wouldn't him take the shoes off. Soon Aiden was sweating. She pulled her phone out and took a picture of him from behind. She looked at it. It was a good shot, Aiden's pale sweaty butt shining, the high heeled shoes clearly visible. She scrolled through her phone. She knew she shouldn't - Sharon had sworn her to secrecy - but she'd had a few more gin and tonics by that point, and Aiden's face wasn't even visible. Screw it, she thought, and sent the picture to one of her girlfriends with the caption "my boytoy aerates the lawn while he mows." Her phone chimed almost immediately with a response. A text from her friend "i want one! share? ;)" Diana smiled. "maybe. come over this week" she wrote back. Aiden was finished with the lawn, and Diana called him in, her demeanor greatly softened from before. "You did a good job with the lawn, Honey," she said. "Now let's go get cleaned up." They went upstairs to Diana's bedroom and she gave him a bright blue cotton bra and panty set to wear "for now." After Aiden put those on Diana asked him to go into the bathroom and draw a bath for her. She undressed and put on a bathrobe as she listened to him run the water, then walked into the bathroom and felt the water. "That's perfect," she said, and to Aiden's shock she slipped out her robe in front of him and into the water. He stood by the tub rigidly, his eyes going everywhere but towards Diana. He didn't want to stare at her, but he knew from before that he shouldn't try to leave without her permission. Diana laughed. "Relax, Aiden, you're one of the girls this weekend, remember? You don't have to be embarrassed around a naked lady." Diana reclined into the water languorously. She took a long bath, and kept Aiden periodically busy fetching things for her. She liked having him around, standing guard in his blue bra and panties, her own sissy bath attendant. She considered making him wash her hair or body but decided, based on the obvious erection straining against the thin cotton of his panties, that that might be too much for him right now. When she was finished she stood up and had Aiden hand her a towel which she wrapped around herself. She stepped out of the tub and to Aiden's surprised she hugged him from the side, her large breasts pressing through the towel into his shoulder. She kissed him on his cheek and lingered, her hands on his back and shoulders. "You were good today, Aiden, I'm sorry I had to spank you," she said, her face next to his. Aunt Dominates Me Puberty is a difficult stage for all people and everyone goes through it. In the early 1960's the teenage rebellion was beginning, the Rolling Stones and Beatles were around and there were Mods and Rockers. I was just 18 years old and was fully enjoying the new fought for liberty by growing my hair long and trying to act nonchalant all the time. However there were still some bastions left, and no matter how hard I tried to act free and liberal, there were still certain members of the family I froze with awe and respect for when face to face with them. My aunt was one of them. Peroxide blonde in the beehive style, small and petite and never smiling. I was at her home almost every day during the summer holidays hanging around with my cousin. When she arrived home late in the afternoon he was mostly never around preferring to play football which I was not really into. It was a difficult period for me, not really knowing what I really wanted. Just lately I noticed my aunt always wore black nylons and tight black skirts. She always did since I can remember but I was never aware of this. Some how I felt this was cool but when ever some sexual tones took over my thoughts I was frightened and thought I would be struck to stone like Sodom and Gomorrah and so I always reverted to my obedient dutiful nephew role. This however changed. My aunt would come home and make tea always asking myself to join her which I did. She would then sit in her chair opposite me and roll her nylons down to her ankles. I always felt this looked awful with her nylons rolled down. However when she rolled them down I felt my loin stirring, especially when she put her hand up her skirt to release the nylon from her garter belt. I always looked away politely pretending not to notice. Soon the stirring in the loin was advancing to a certain amount of stiffness. I wanted look and see her undo her nylons but I was frightened. Just lately the stiffness was becoming uncomfortable and embarrassing. What if she noticed? I soon started making excuses to leave early before my hardness developed into a full raging erection which would be impossible to hide in my Levis jeans. My aunt was a very stern person and I am very sure would not be very understanding towards my predicament if ever she noticed it. Slowly and surely I was becoming braver catching glimpses of her thigh now and then. It was a shimmering white in great contrast to the black underwear and a real forbidden zone for me. It really excited me making my stomach churn and my loin ache. I was not too sure if she saw my looking and when I thought she did, immediately looked down into my lap or my cup of tea. By now I was masturbating every night trying to imagine what other secrets she had hidden underneath her skirt. I had never seen another girl naked before and never seen pictures either. I once found a pack of playing cards with naked women on the back which belonged to my father. The genital areas was just a smudge but they all had nylons and garter belts and massive breasts. Another source to feed my new found masturbation mania which I was going through then. I would masturbate even during the day thinking of the black sexy underwear on her white legs all under her skirt. After several weeks I was obsessed by my aunts' home coming. If I missed it for some reason I was almost devastated. Soon I was sure she could see my bulge when I got up and left. She never showed any recognition of seeing it. I was not sure she even recognised my presence there at all. Now I was drinking my tea and looking past the cup to see her pull the garter on her garter belt down to release the nylon. She would cross her leg and sort of turn sideward's to do the whole operation, then turn and do the other side. She would then roll the stocking down her leg to her ankle, one after the other. She would then sigh in relieve saying how nice that was albeit not directly to me and then commence to drink her tea. When I watched the whole scene for the first time I got a raging 'hard on' and had to excuse myself and headed straight to the toilet where I relieved myself. When I got up and left, which I tried to do hurriedly so she would not notice, I was not sure whether I caught a glimpse of a smile on her face. It was embarrassing but I must admit I had an explosive ejaculation afterwards. The mere fact of me masturbating in her toilet while she sat on the settee with her stockings down was absolutely mind blowing for me then. The following day I was really full of anticipation. My stomach hurt and my loin ached. I masturbated early morning and again at lunch time. My cousin was out again and I hung about in his room. My aunt came home took her coat off and put the kettle on. She asked if I wanted a cup of tea and I replied yes please. I sat in the front room opposite her seat and read the TV times. She brought the tea in and settled down as usual. She then proceeded to undo her nylon tops and then roll the nylons down one after another. She seemed to be slower today, more precise or was it my imagination? She then sat back and took her tea in the hand. I watched and then something happened that made my heart stop. She opened her legs and looked across to me. I could see right up between her legs. She had white panties tight and taught in between her legs. I thought I glimpsed a few wisps of pubic hair. My heart stopped and I though my crotch would explode. She leaned across to me, her face expressionless and said, "Do you like what you see?" I was panicking, caught out, red handed and no excuse at all. I could not get a word out, my face red and hot with embarrassment. She said, "stand up!" and I obeyed immediately. My Levis jeans were now bulging out making my present state more than obvious. She put her tea down; stood up and said "follow me". I thought god now I am in trouble. Will she cane me? An earlier punishment she used on us when we were younger. She led me into her bedroom and made me stand in front of her dresser table. She removed the stool from underneath the dresser and placed it in the centre of the room in front of me. I was sure I was going to have some terrible punishment committed on me. She then demanded I pull my jeans down. I thought the world was now collapsing on me. She would see my cock and that was the last thing I wanted, an unthinkable nightmare was now coming true. I delayed slowly going into a shock state. Again she snapped, "Pull your jeans down and do as you are told!" I had no choice and pulled them down. Underneath my cock was sticking out of the top of my pants. "The rest also" she snapped. I did and there I stood with my underpants and jeans down by my ankles with my cock sticking out like a flagpole. She went towards me and then passed me to go to her dresser. "Hands behind you back." I heard her say. She tied my wrists together with something. She then said, "There that's just to stop you touching yourself, which I do not want to see you doing at all" She then proceeded around and back in front of me. A dialog was then taken up some thing similar to the following: Aunt: "I have observed how you have spied on me these last few weeks, is that so?. I asked you a question and now I want a truthful answer." Me: (cock now wilting), "Yes I have aunt and I am very sorry, really. I just could not help myself." Aunt: "Do my legs and thighs excite you?" Me: "Yes aunt, very much." Aunt: "Do you masturbate thinking of me?" Me: (gulping): "Yes aunt." Aunt: "Well I am going to show you some more now and let's see how you cope. I must get changed and you can watch my dear. " My heart was racing now, unable to believe my ears and comprehend how I had avoided a terrible punishment short of death from her. She unzipped her dress at the back and then pulled it aside over her shoulders and let it drop to the floor. She stepped out of it and stood in front of me. She now stood in a black bra, garter belt and nylons rolled down at her ankles. I still thought they looked silly down there but could not keep my eyes of her breasts. She had small breasts but very large dark brown areoles which was very sexy, nothing like the women on the playing cards from my father. She had close fitting white silky panties and I was thinking I could make out a mound underneath the panties in between her legs. She raised one leg and placed her foot on the stool she had previously placed in the middle of the room in front of me. Her crotch was wide open and I was certain I could make out a slit in between her legs as she removed the nylon from her foot. Again I saw dark brown wisps of hair sprouting out at the sides of her panties. My cock was now hard again and it was twitching upwards all the time. My aunt looked across at me and said: "I can see you are enjoying this." After removing her other nylon in the same manner she turned her back to me and then undid her bra and let it fall to the ground. She placed her hands over her breasts and turned around and walked towards and past me to her dresser behind me. I could see the flesh on the side of her breasts as she walked past. I heard a draw being pulled and something removed and then being closed again. She walked past with a bra over her breasts and then faced me again with her back. She fastened her bra and turned around. She then turned and picked up a petticoat lying on the bed behind her. It was white and silky material again. It was very short and had a deep cut still allowing me to see the top of her breasts. She then went underneath her petticoat and removed her panties, letting them drop on the floor as she looked across at me and queried: "Are you enjoying this dear nephew?" I nodded and gasped "oh yes Aunt Penny." She then walked passed me again to her dresser but I did not move. She returned with a pair of stockings. She put her leg up on the stool and pulled a stocking on. I glimpsed a view right up to her crotch and saw for the very first time a dark patch which focused into pubic hair. My stomach churned over and over and pre cum began to ooze up and make my cock head gleam. I had never seen female pubic hair. In fact I never even imagined they had hair, especially so profuse. Again with the second nylon I saw her pubic hair which seemed strong and profuse -- maybe more than mine! She then put on some panties easing them up under her petticoat and over her stockings. "Ah yes that's nice and fresh." she said, and looked across at me. My knob was dripping with pre-cum and twitching upwards all the time. "Hmm you do seem to be in a bit of a state," and laughed at me. She picked up her panties from before off the floor and came over to me. She caught the glob of pre-cum dripping down from my cock with her panties and then hung them over my cock. She went to the back and released my tied hands and then said: "You may want to do something about that predicament now." and left the room. My hands dived to my cock and with one hand I stroked it maybe two three times and then exploded into her panties which I held in the other hand. Oh god my balls ached and exploded and streams of cum came which I thought would never end. Her panties were drenched completely and my cock still stood out hard and arched upwards towards my stomach. My aunt returned and saw her panties in my hand drenched in cum. She moved to the bed and sat sideward's towards me. She said "I have not finished with you yet and looked at me sternly. If ever word of this episode ever gets out then I will make your life misery. Is that understood?" I replied "yes aunt." "I am warning you young man just a hint and I will tell your mother I caught you masturbating here into my panties --right?" I replied that it was clear to me. "Finally we will never speak of this ever again." I replied again "yes Aunt". Then my aunt went to explain what she wanted from me. Aunt: "I want you to wank over my breasts and cover them with you're cum. Do you think you have enough cum left in you to smother my boobs?" Me: I was shocked when I heard my aunt say wank but I replied, "yes aunt I do." Aunt: "Good," she said and stood up and removed her slip. She sat on the bed and released her bra at the back and then lay back keeping her bra over her breasts. Aunt: "Now come over to me." I waddled across, having still my jeans and underpants down by my ankles. My dick was a little limp now. My aunt looked up and said "now shower me boy." She removed her bra and her breasts seemed smaller now she was on her back. However she had the most giant sized areola I could have ever imagined. The reminded me of saucers. My cock was still only half hard and I saw a gleam in my aunt's eyes. "Well get on with it," she snapped at me. I started to stroke my cock, pulling my foreskin back and forth over my cock head. I could see her nipples sticking out in the middle of her saucer like areolas and she was flicking her fingers over them. My cock got harder and was glistening from cum from before. My aunt took her finger and rolled it over my cock tip collecting juice from me. This sent a shiver through my body. She then smeared it over her nipple and murmured hmmmm. I could feel my balls contracting and my stomach tensing. I was breathing hard and sweating. Suddenly I saw my aunt's right hand dive down into her panties and delve into the jungle of pubes she had. Her eyes closed and she was moaning under her breath. She opened them again and looked at me with a look I had never seen before. Her eyes were so deep and her lips seemed swelled up. Her left hand was still squeezing her breast. "Cum for me," she said and looked at me. I could feel an explosion coming and some guttural sounds started to come up my throat. Suddenly I had no control and I screamed out aghhhhh and my cock spurted out a stream of cum. I pointed at her chest and her far right breast but her bedclothes caught the first load. Then more came over her tummy and her left breast. Her hand spread my cum over her breasts and down on to her tummy. She was moaning and her hips were jutting upwards. "Hmmmm, yes, yes," I could hear her say. I tried to flick the rest on to her breast but it landed on her neck.. She sucked her fingers with my cum on them and manipulated herself down in her panties. I heard her cry out, "oh god yessssss." while moaning and groaning all the time. She then sounded like out of breath and went limp. After awhile she started to quieten down. She had removed her hand from her panties and I saw a damp patch develop between her legs. This confused me. She looked at me and said "never a word ever again -- do you hear me?" I replied "yes aunt." She then sent me to the bathroom to clear myself up. We never mentioned it again. I saw her seldom because I was embarrassed by the whole situation but to be fair she never treated me different as to before. Aunt Dora's Box Congratulations my Sweet, My brother and I are so proud that you and your twin have successfully completed your higher education. Just in case your Mom has neglected to inform you about us all, I am your biological aunt Aurora and my twin brother Michael is your biological father. Should this come as a complete surprise to you, continue reading what I wrote the afternoon I was fully introduced to our ancestry. ***************************************** Aunt Dora's Box With her shimmering lips pleasingly pursed, her cheeks rosily blushed and her long lashes fanned out gently from her exquisitely shaded eyelids, she seemed to be enjoying yet another of her secret little daydreams, there amongst the roses. She looked as cute and saucy as ever in her favorite little black cocktail dress. I waited patiently for her eyes to flutter open after I touched her cool folded hands. I had so many questions I needed answers for right then, from the sleeping lady I so closely resembled. To no avail, I stepped back and grabbed tightly onto my Dad's arm as more tears welled up in my eyes. My twin brother Michael stepped up and held my hand just like my Dad held his twin sister's as she lay there in her coffin. Aunt Laura never married, couldn't have children like me and was taken in late 1987, during her forty-fourth year, by the Cervical Cancer that spread through her malformed reproductive organs. She was shunned terribly by my Mom and all her family. Dad, Mike and myself were the only family members left to mourn her but she had many close friends. Sixty or more well-dressed men and women of all ages, shapes and sizes were being comforted by Alicia, Laura's faithful young caregiver. Tears rolled down from their reddened eyes as one by one, they stared at her serene face and touched her cool hands. When the minister spoke of God's house having many doors, my mind flashed back nine years, through the back door of Laura's beach house. At that last visit, my Aunt and I walked down the stairs of her sundeck and went for a walk while my parents took my brother shopping. As we strolled along and gazed at the mansions that backed onto the sea, I saw Aunt Laura give flirty nods to several people smiling at her through their windows. Suddenly a giant wave caught me off guard and soaked me to the skin! Back at her cottage, Alicia washed and dried my fishy-smelling clothes while Laura drew me one of her wonderful bubble baths. It had been a ritual ever since Mike and I were little, for her to give us baths after she made sandcastles and mermaid sculptures with us on the beach out back. As in so many times before, she lathered up my hair but when she rinsed it, Laura remarked how much my body had blossomed. As she set out towels for me she asked me if I had my period yet, to which I shook my head, No! After I dressed, she gave me the Nikon camera and some photography books she'd bought me and then showed me the Nintendo game she'd bought for Mike for our thirteenth birthdays. As we drank the hot herbal tea Alicia had steeped for us, we all talked of high school, college and career choices. When Mom returned, she wanted to know why my hair smelled of shampoo and my clothes of fabric softener. When I told she and Dad of Aunt Laura's wonderful bubble bath, Dad raised his eyebrows, rolled his eyes up and flinched away from Mom, who immediately went ballistic. She screamed at her sister continuously for fifteen minutes, dragged me to our room and forbade me to ever see Laura again without supervision! Mom never relented in her views. Even at her funeral she went on about Laura's lifestyle bringing on her demise. Dad spun around and told her in no uncertain terms, his sister died of Cancer and nothing more! During our twenty-first birthday party wherein I had unequivocally become an adult, I finally found an opportunity to talk to Aunt Laura in private. In the seclusion of the garden-shed, we consumed the better part of a bottle of wine together, as we chatted. She queried me about my video arts courses, my future plans and my love life, of all things. After a slight pause in the conversation, she looked me in the eye and said: "We're both the same, you and me, down to the minutest of details. Every female twin born into our family for as long as we know of inherited the same physical defects, the same physical appearance and the same damned diseases. There's not much hope for me now, but a cure might come in time for you. Someday soon you'll operate the business. It's not a bad life for a woman, you know. Stayin' cute all our lives, never getting' all fat and motherly or loosing all that valuable time to the monthly curse. Just usin' our good looks and bodily oddities for personal pleasure and financial gain and dyin' young without regrets is a good way to go. Look after my clients, my sweet. The young ones represent three generations of Old Money now and they're really counting on you." I was really confused by her words and scarcely three months later there at the funeral I was full of regrets for not questioning her further when I had the chance. A couple of weeks later, a registered letter informed me that Aunt Laura had bequeathed Mike and I her substantial investment portfolio, her BMW and the contents of her beach house, In addition, I inherited her business contacts and a conditional guaranteed income for the rest of my life. Three days later my Dad and Alicia came up and asked me to meet them at the local Holiday Inn. In the posh room, he presented me with a large suitcase-sized black wooden box strapped to a hand trolley. Alicia sat quietly as he explained that the substantial guaranteed income would be mine if I take over Laura's production company, retain her present client base and keep Alicia in my employment as long as she wishes to stay on with me. He explained that Alicia possessed many talents and that she would play a pivotal role in the operation of the business and maintenance of my welfare. He suggested that I stay at the hotel for as long as was necessary for Alicia to help me understand the implications of what was contained in the box. As he excused himself to go inform Mike of his windfall, Dad reminded me to notify the clients as soon as possible and then abruptly left us alone. I unlocked and opened the mystery box and inside found a photo album, a collection of still and video cameras, tripods and accessories, a small portable VCR, a bag of old lingerie and a box of unusual small objects and jewelry. On the album's cover, "Adorable Productions Anthology" was printed in black marker. Inside, the first section was labeled, "The Twins." On the first page was a faded and cracked sepia portrait entitled Charles and Elora, 1881. They didn't look at all alike but she looked exactly like me! Overleaf, another faded black and white studio portrait showed Robert and Flora, 1900. Again, they had dissimilar faces but she certainly resembled me. Clarence and Cora, 1921 followed the same pattern, as did Howard and Dora in 1943. A color print of my father, Douglas and my Aunt Laura in a 1965 portrait, as well as my brother Michael and I in 1986 completed the cycle. In every "twins" photo, the men looked nothing like the women, who except for hairstyles, all appeared eerily identical. The next section was entitled "Seaside Social." The first photo was a group portrait of the large Sicilian family at the estate adjacent to Laura's beach house. Photos of women only, children only and finally men only followed. The second last portrait, "Seaside Salamis," featured a group of nine baggy-pants wearing men toasting their wine glasses to the camera. The last photo, "Seaside Salute," placed Dora in the center of the cluster of men. Under her floppy white hat, Dora's impish face was flirting saucily at the camera. She'd hiked up one side of her white and black polka dot dress to show one leg from her white high heels, way up past her nylon stocking's top. Slightly behind her and obviously unknown to her, the group had all unzipped their flies, pulled out their unusually large fat penises and were leering at her shapely behind! "Seaside Salami Saga" was the title of the next section. Overleaf, one glossy black and white, 8 X 10 photo showed an intensely expressive, dark haired man in his mid-thirties reclined back in a sunlit bed, with his powerful hairy upper body propped up by pillows. Kneeling beside him was Dora, wearing a short black slip and holding a remote camera shutter release plunger in her left hand. The fingers of her right hand were clenched partially around the salami-sized penis protruding through the fly of his boxer shorts. On the next page, a closer-up photo focused on her two bare buttocks. Below the slip's lacy hem, her labia lips split over and were wet-kissing the tip of his penis' bulbous corona. Overleaf, the left photo showed her elastic-band vulva stretched tightly around the short dark stump just protruding from his fly. Since she was turned around on him and facing the camera in the next picture, I couldn't help but notice a little toe-sized clitoris, exactly like the one I'd been trying to hide for the last six years, protruding out from under her labia's hood! Overleaf, the first photo, taken from the side of the bed, showed her kneeling, straddling him with legs spread wide and spine arched backward. Her right arm was stretched back behind her for balance while her left hand squeezed the shutter plunger. Her well-rounded breasts splayed slightly outward, filling up the wispy thin bodice of her slip. Dora's half-closed eyelids and parted lips showed undeniably impassioned lust on the face that was so startlingly similar to my own! Subsequent pages showed a montage of increasingly artistic photographs showing them expanding their sexual repertoire and gracefully aging together. A short subsection in the binder profiled a much younger but similar-looking man equipped with an equally formidable penis engaged in torrid sex with Dora. Beyond that was another subsection showing that familiar young face kissing, caressing and fingering the vulva of another woman. Following that was "Laura's Legacy" which featured endless color photos of a young Laura having intensely erotic sex with a variety of large-penis men and lustful women. When I finished viewing the binder, Alicia hooked up the VCR to the hotel room TV and played a tape. As I watched countless video clips of Laura's many male lovers filling her genitals with their huge penises and female lovers licking her swollen clitoris as they pushed their whole hands into her vagina! Utterly confused at what I saw, I looked to Alicia for answers. She read my eyes and said, "You have absolutely no idea of your family's history, do you?" I shook my head and dredged up ten-year old memories of a huge argument between my Mom and Dad. The only thing that I remembered clearly was Mom calling it all "Nothing more than glorified prostitution and she'll have no part of it!" and then dragging my brother and I from the seaside up to live here with her parents ever since. Alicia shook her head and began, "So your mother never told you she was Laura's physiotherapist before me? And you have had no knowledge of Adorable Productions before now?" Again I shook my head. She snickered, handed me a pen and some hotel stationary, told me to take notes then began the following recitation: "Well my poor little innocent, your mother seems to have been quite successful in denying you your heritage. To make a long story short, your great Aunt Dora was a struggling young woman with an inherited genital abnormality. Aware her life would be short, Dora decided to live a fast life and chronicle it with photographs. In 1945 her twin brother got her to photograph his Sicilian employer's family picnic. The family patriarch, she nicknamed Sal, was so pleased with her photos and her free-spirited manner that he retained her to produce his company's advertising photos. Within a year, she was Sal's mistress and was living rent-free in his beach house. Located within a hundred yards of his seaside mansion, this allowed her to be readily available for whatever task was required of her. Sal was particularly amused by her artistically graphic portrayal of their steamy affair. This went along nicely for fifteen years or so until wild young Sal Jr. found his father's private photo collection. With it he blackmailed Dora into producing a private album for himself. Drunk and belligerent five years later, he bragged to his sister of his sexual adventures with their father's mistress. Sophia was so thoroughly disillusioned by her brother's, her father's and her own husband's philandering that she coerced Dora into doing a special collection for her. Dora recruited her young niece Laura, to star in this torrid lesbian romp. Vindictive Sophia showed off her album to her brother first. He was much more amused by it than her husband, who beat her up and promptly left her. Sal Sr. was so outraged after learning of the perverse arrogance of his offspring in despoiling his mistress that he suffered a massive disabling stoke! Sal Jr. took control of his father's business interests but never his love interest, Dora. The cancer growing in her womb took her in less than a year, but by then Dora had taught young Laura all the tricks of the trade. Laura assumed her all of her aunt's duties and a new barrage of erotic art imagery began. The flame of love grew doubly for Laura as Sal Jr. and Sophia lusted for her sexual favors. When video cameras became available in the 1980's she began experimenting in this new frontier. Over seventeen years she assembled enough videotapes to produce this most impressive high art film collection. She was a stickler for authenticity in her artistry, always striving to capture expressions of true lust in her images. To achieve this, she secretly hid four video cameras around her bed to record different views of the proceedings. After, she would painstakingly edit the clips together, often overlaying simultaneous images to connect impassioned facial expressions directly to the actions that inspired them. She'd hide microphones in the headboard and footboard of her bed to record her breathing, passionate sighs, lusty moans and vaginal squawks." In 1986, the video effects instructor who tutored her paid Laura very generously to produce a vanity erotic video of them together, using her techniques. He convinced her there was a niche market for her to exploit, so she advertised her unique services in contact publications. One thing led to another and at the time of her death, "Adorable Productions" had a client base of over thirty-five immensely-hung narcissists willing to pay very generously to see themselves staring with her in stylishly erotic vanity videos." When I asked her what might happen if I chose not to take over the business, she replied as follows: "I am obliged to inform you that you would undoubtedly break the hearts all of the mourners at your Aunt's funeral. You'd throw away an established career and lifestyle of wealth and privilege that most people can only dream of. You'll deny yourself all the love, passion and generosity that Laura's lovers are prepared to lavish upon you and you will deny your father the two hundred thousand dollar a year income he gleans from distributing the videos you would independently produce. Heredity has left your genitals barren and intimidating to many men, but your undeveloped uterus extends the usable length of your vagina. Three previous generations of Sicilian studs have showered affection on the only women able to accommodate their ten-inch penises. Two generations of Sicilian daughters licked and flicked that glorious clitoris. In addition to Laura's twenty-eight generously adoring lovers, you would deny yourself my superlative services as your personal trainer, caregiver, fluffer and constant companion. However, before you sell your soul to the Devil and take over your Aunt's business as it is, consider this: Your delightful father pimped out his ailing sister to over a hundred big dicks and rough lesbians through ads in adult publications last year. Unknown to his clients, the video cameras were recording and their performances were made into videos. They were edited and distributed to adult video stores throughout the State to pay for the cocaine Sal Jr.'s son supplied them with. The Sicilians, as nice as they may seem, are still gangsters and not people to be messed with. I think we'd all be better off without your Dad. He's an absolute sleaze and chased my ass constantly until I threatened to crush his nuts if he ever touched me again." I felt so inspired by what I'd learned that I wrote the prologue for my diary over the rest of the morning. During our room-service lunch Alicia suddenly blurted out, "Over the ten years I've spent with your family, I developed a better game plan. I think you should continue on producing those vanity personal videos Laura originated and I think we should promote your brother as a sperm donor." Her suggestion to have Mike impregnate as many women as possible, thereby allowing us to branch out our business into the next generation, just won her a nasty little nipple twist through her blouse. Her reaction wasn't what I expected, so I gave her already erect other teat an even meaner pinch, stretch and wiggle. As her aloof dark corneas suddenly warmed golden brown, she spread her legs wide apart like she wanted something way up there under that short pleated skirt stretched and wiggled too! She jerked me back out of my trance into the reality of the situation with, "Before you close your mind to what's being offered to you here, you should at least work with me for the day and see if you have the capacity to fill Laura's shoes. Alicia sat beside me here, all prim and proper as she recited the sexual history of my Aunts but she's still giving me Puppy Dog eyes and has decided to get a little more comfortable. She peeled down to her underwear then rummaged through her bags for some exercise equipment. She's had me doing bouncy squats up and down on this huge inflated exercise ball of hers ever since we finished lunch. I'm wearing Elora's bracelet, Cora's locket on Flora's necklace and Laura's teardrop earrings with Dora's black slip and nylon stockings to feel what they felt and connect better with my predecessors. Ever ten minutes, Alicia makes me get off so she can attach a slightly thicker dildo to the connector on the top of the ball. She assures me that the slippery fat dildo I feel spreading my frightened vulva right now is virtually identical to the penis of Sal Jr. Alicia's strong little arms are wrapped tightly around me from behind, to slow the descent that my quivering thighs are no longer capable of controlling. I can tell the KY lubricant is working well, as the dildo sears through my vulva fills my vagina. My pulse pounds up the back of my neck and my ears burn, as my bum tells me it's touched down onto the slimy vinyl ball. I'm feeling quite uncomfortable but I know I must give this a good try. As my eyes drift from photo to photo, the challenge to be equal to my ancestors is clouding my judgment. Ever so gently, I'm flexing forward and back on the dildo. With each surge my pussy loosens just a little more and I'm starting to feel more in control of my impalement. As I rock back and forth, a juicy slurp emanates from between my legs. Strong thumps up into the cortex of my brain spur me on and I'm bouncing modestly once more. Lewd squawks accompanying each thrust have now caught Alicia's attention. Crouching beside me, her left hand rhythmically thrusts down on my shoulder and dribbles me like a basketball player. As my breasts surge up and down, they mercilessly drag my nipples raw along the inside of Aunt Dora's silky slip bodice. Moderate thrusting has been bumping the tip of the long dildo against the back of my vagina, but now I feel sharp pain each lunge as her harder shoves punch the corona somewhere I don't think it should be going. Aunt Dora's Box I complain that it feels really weird and kinda hurts. She stopped immediately but now she's crouching down behind me. The strong little fingers of Alicia's left hand reach around from behind and squeeze my tender nipple flat while the skilled fingers of her right hand reach down between my legs and milk my bloated clitoris ever so wonderfully! I'm trying my best to finish writing these last few words, but I'm loosing all self-control. From the tip of my fat clitoris, down through my quivering thighs, back up through the depths of my surging dank vagina and out through my ripe raspberry nipples, the most incredible orgasm has just ripped through my body! **************************** I was initially drawn to the Sicilians' employment offer, but it was obvious my Father was intent upon exploiting me the same way he did with his sister. Wishing to end his meddling, I wrote a simple employment refusal to Sal jr. Alicia got photocopies done at the hotel desk, and sealed everything in envelopes. The following week she contracted a moving company to clean out and store all of Aunt Laura's family heirlooms and then left my employment refusal letter behind in the empty beach house. A week after the letter was received, my Father disappeared and hasn't been heard of since. Apparently the Salamis were completely unaware of Laura's extra-curricular activities and were not at all amused in finding out how many others they'd been sharing her vagina with. We traded Laura's BMW for a big motor home and fled for our lives. We've lived in it and worked out of it, footloose and fancy free ever since. Alicia's clinical background has been a godsend. She collects Mike's semen in condoms manually, (usually by jerking his penis off or having intercourse with him) and then artificially inseminates their client with his sperm. Their clients are mainly infertile couples, single women hesitant about conceiving children without knowing their father's background and White Trash seeking lucrative income from their offspring. I produce vanity sex videos for appreciative men with big penises and women with a passion for my big clitoris and an insatiable lust for vaginal fisting, who I contact through my website. We coordinate our appointments to maximize our earnings and minimize our travel expenses. Alicia licks and fluffs me up before each session and then lovingly massages my sore pussy happy again after it's over. The three of us get along well together in business and in love. *********************************** And now, to my nieces and nephews, I pass on to you our family's legacy. Alicia, my brother and I have been toured the country now for twenty years in the motor home. We traveled the Franchise Seminar circuit throughout the south in the winter and the north in the summer, selling Mike's sperm. To successfully keep in contact with his offspring, we invested the fees paid by your birth mothers and contributed all interest accrued into a college education fund for each set of twins. On a sweep of Vermont and Upper New York State last year, we went up into Quebec, Canada to check out their porn film industry. On the way back to Ohio, we stopped in Toronto Ontario, where there's a huge feature film industry and people of every nationality in the world. We stayed from spring to fall, made the rounds of their Film Festival and couldn't help but notice the variety of different races living together there in apparent harmony. Supposedly it is in the Canadian Constitution that the government has no place in the bedrooms of the nation. That, combined with an excellent Mother's Allowance program within their Welfare system, which in effect, rewards single mothers for having illegitimate children, made us plan on a Canada-wide blitz of every ethnic group we contacted last summer. This spring, at least half of our eighty-eight second year graduates should start to take us abroad. We figure that by the time the twentieth year graduates have finished their hitch with us, you prodigies should have successfully taken our bloodline worldwide! Again, we'd like to congratulate you girls on obtaining your Video Arts diplomas and you boys on obtaining your Marketing diplomas. This graduation present should explain any question you've ever had about your lineage. Your enclosed version of "Aunt Dora's Box" contains copies of photos and videos from the late 1880's up to the present that will introduce you to your predecessors and their passions. According to our records, 34 pairs of you twins will graduate this spring. In return for funding your higher education, your Mothers signed an ironclad contract requiring you to complete a one-year apprenticeship program with us upon your graduation. So at this time, the people who are responsible for your existence invite you to the second annual Father's Day get together. After you arrive at Buffalo airport, motor homes bearing Adorable Productions logos will shuttle you to the Erie County Fairgrounds. There you'll meet your 62 of your stepbrothers and 62 of your identical stepsisters, your biological father Michael, Alicia and me, your adorable aunt Aurora. You'll be evaluated by your own personal trainers then attend your introductory seminar. We were made painfully aware last year that not everyone had grown up with a determined physiotherapist for a mother. While the girls were all identical, a good number of them were not particularly adorable! Between the recovery period from the girls' surgeries plus the necessary dietary weight reduction and fitness training, it took nearly four months to make some of last year's apprentices presentable enough for their new vocations. Without the minor surgery that was performed on me 10 years ago, you girls, sadly, will have the 45-year life expectancy of your predecessors. With the surgery, my talented surgeon promises an additional decade or more. He'll enlarge the opening to your uterus and laser burn out all those nasty little cancer-prone reproductive organs inside each of you girls. Once you're all healed, you'll be able to accommodate a ten-inch penis without undue discomfort. Your unique sexual capacity and your good looks will place you in great demand and will make us all healthy and wealthy and wise. On our drive east to the Lake George retreat, we will pick up nine additional government surplus Winnebago's that were originally used as mobile recruitment offices. With plain beige paint jobs, their rear bedroom/clinic/studio, their central bathroom/kitchen/office and their overhead front double bed, they have proven to be perfect for your purposes. You'll bunk with last year's teams during your four-week training program then after that they will be free to continue with the rest of their lives. At that time you 2005 apprentices, plus your personal assistant/trainer will take over the motor home and continue on where last year's teams left off. Four 2004 teams have elected to return for a second year and will function as free-roving mentors, supplemental actresses and alternate sperm donors for your teams. Now there's no use in crying to your Mothers. They saw all the pictures before they agreed to conceive you and knew exactly what they were getting their children into. They chose, of their own free will, to give birth to a boy who resembles them and a girl that looks like me. It will be the duty of you and your 1223 identical stepsisters over the next 20 years to motivate your brothers into at least equaling the insemination rate of the first year teams. The ability to manipulate men and please women is a part of the genetic code of all the women of our lineage, so use it wisely. It's not such a bad life for a woman, you know. Stayin' cute all your life, never getting' old and fat and motherly or loosin' all that valuable time to the monthly curse. Usin' your bodily oddities for personal pleasure and financial gain and dyin' young without regrets is a good way to go. Sometimes I don't think there's much hope for me now, but Alicia promises me that because of the surgery, I'll last long enough for all of my nieces and nephews to remember me sleeping amongst the roses. Much Love, Aurora, Michael and Alicia