6 comments/ 19411 views/ 24 favorites A Web of Sex, Lies and Sex By: lexykhan Hi. My name is Ryan, and this is the story of how I became overinvolved in a complex relationship with my Mom's sister Jen. A little bit about me and my family. I am an only child, actually the product my Mom's previous marriage. She originally married young - age 20. I was born by the time she was 22. She never told me directly, but I've gathered from things she said over the years that I was an "accident". She and my bio Dad - Jim - got separated then divorced shortly after I was born. I guess he felt like this wasn't what he signed up for, and the strain of having a newborn ended their union. I hardly know anything about Jim. He was only involved with me very sporadically early on, and the last time I ever saw him was when I was 4. Mostly, I remember him and my Mom screaming at each other over the phone, or worse when he'd show up randomly to pick me up. I guess he was trying to be a Dad (kind of), but was too much of a fuck up to pull it off. Mom never talked about him after he disappeared. I think she had nothing good to say at all, but she didn't want to damage my self esteem by trashing him, something I was always grateful for. She started dating and managed to snag a man within a year. I grew up with my stepdad, David, and we got along fairly well. He's a good guy, and I was happy that my Mom was happy. Fast forwarding a few years, and I'd met my Aunt Jen, my Mom's little sister. I didn't know my Mom's side of the family well, and hadn't seen her since I was little. She was a good amount younger than Mom. She appeared in our lives when I was around 15 years old. I think she was around 29 or so when she moved close to us. Over the next couple years Jen and me actually became pretty close. She looked and acted much younger than her age, and would just hang out with me from time to time, almost like we were the same age. She introduced me to punk rock, metal and Wu Tang Clan. She'd also take me shopping at the mall so I didn't have to endure the embarrassment of going with Mom. Mom was always pushing me to get these horrible clothes, and made a big fuss about the prices there. I could just hear the laughter if the in crowd at my school saw her fussing at me in public. Jen had a surprisingly good sense of fashion, and would guide my clueless self to nice clothing. She would even buy them for me sometimes, despite the fact that I knew she had almost no money. So, Jen and I became close. By the time I graduated high school we had started hanging out pretty regularly, going to see movies together and stuff like that. When it came to my Aunt Jen, though there was another layer to her situation. As time went on she became more and more erratic with her behavior. Honestly, she was starting to show obvious signs of mental illness. I have no idea what she might have had, but it involved serious mood swings, social self destruction and bouts of serious paranoia. I heard Mom and David talking about her, and it seemed there was always a problem. They tried to get her professional help, but Jen completely rejected the possibility. She was one of those people who thinks doctors are con artists and she could fix her problems with all this new age crap she was into. Mystic crystals, burning incense, "astral projection", all that hippy stuff. Jen remained interesting to me despite all these things. She was the most lively person I'd ever met, and I was kind of fascinated by her. Even to the point of daydreaming about what it must be like to be like her. Even though she was 33 by then, she definitely didn't act like it. She always wore these outfits, not quite the "Hot Topic" look but reminiscent of it. For example, she'd wear what you'd call "fuck me boots", stockings, short skirts and these shirts with a very low plunging neckline. She always wore these tight faux leather jackets that ended just slightly lower than her waist, no matter the weather. It definitely got my attention, I'd never seen a female dress like the dedicated party girl that she was. Things really changed when I was 19. Embarrassing though it was, I still lived with Mom and David. They would "tease" me all the time about it, but I could tell they weren't really joking and kind of wanted me to leave already. I had a job, but it didn't pay very much. I had no idea what I wanted to study in college, so I hadn't gone yet. I also wanted to avoid the crappy community college that would have been my only choice by then. Back to Jen - after showing occasional bizarre behavior for a couple of years, she finally cracked and had what I'd call a nervous breakdown. This was triggered by the stress of losing her job. Her former job had been as one of those promotional beer girls that go to bars (often dress skimpily) and try to promote Coors or whatever with giveaways and stuff. It fit her for a while because her strong personality was actually an asset there. Despite all that, her boss fired her as a result of all the problems she'd been having. Showing up late, getting into arguments with the other beer girls, acting as if she was drunk, actually being drunk or high - the works. Mom and David tried to support her and tell her to get help, but she was pretty unapproachable. She often wouldn't even answer her phone for weeks at a time. A couple times she randomly showed up at our house and would talk nonstop about things that were one step above pure gibberish. Even though it was super weird, I have to say that it was nice to see her glowing and so happy when she was like that. She got herself in some trouble with her landlord by not paying rent at her place, and my parents had to bail her out a couple times as this dragged on. They were pretty kind to her as it became obvious she had some significant problems. That summer of my 19th year Mom and David unexpectedly planned a vacation to Thailand. David had tons of frequent flyer miles that were going to expire if they weren't used. I agreed to watch the house and take care of our dog, but I had to work late evenings some times. My parents arranged for Jen to be there too and water the plants, walk the dog and all that housesitting stuff. It was plain from our conversations that they thought I'd be a good influence on her, and that they wanted to give her something to do to earn some money to support herself. For the first couple of days I didn't see Jen at all. They were my days off and I didn't mind, but I had to work evenings the next day. I don't know if she actually knew my schedule or if it was just random, but my Aunt Jen actually showed up that morning. She didn't call or anything, and I was busy sleeping in, so she ended up marching straight into my room and woke me up. I was sleeping in just my usual boxers and had to pull up the blankets to cover up my bare chest. She seemed to almost sparkle as she woke me. She was clearly in the grip of one of her hyper phases. She said "hey, Rynie. Today is great, I just know it, wake up sleepy head!" She was talking in almost a baby voice - Rynie was a pet nickname she coined a couple years back to tease me about being young when we'd go to the mall. The way she said it this time, though, it was almost a pet name. So, to describe how she looked, it looked like she'd gotten pretty dolled up for some reason. I'd seen her dressed like that for work before, but this was our house at 9:00 am. Her hair looked good for a change, not showing the self neglect she had in the past few months. She had straightened it, and it had blonde highlights and a hint of brown hair beginning to grow out at the roots. She was wearing a short plaid skirt that was pretty close to a classic sexy schoolgirl outfit. Her blouse was a white button up shirt that was wrinkled kind of fashionably. It had short sleeves that showed off her arms and the first two or three buttons undone. Under that she had on a white tanktop that covered her cleavage but was so tight that it displayed her figure very well. She was one of those shorter and super slender girls who still have a great chest. I'd guess she was around a C cup, but they looked really big on her slight figure. She had on her black "fuck me" boots with black laces all the way up the side. She didn't wear stockings this time, leaving a good amount of bare leg showing with her plaid schoolgirl skirt. She was light skinned and emphasized it by wearing black liquid "catgirl" eyeliner over her intense brown eyes. My aunt or not, she honestly looked hot as hell. As for me, I only had on baggy boxers under my sheets. As awkward as it is to talk about myself, here goes. I am half Jewish on my Mom's side and had inherited the golden brown skin color some of us have. I had short, wiry brown hair and stood 5'11" tall. I honestly knew I had a good chest from starting to work out. It was probably my best feature and I could fill out a t-shirt quite nicely. In short, I was young and looking pretty good. I said something like "urgh, it's early..." as I tried to wipe the sleep from my eyes. With her standing there in my room, I couldn't really get out of bed as I was 90% naked. She took this as laziness and hopped on my bed, at the foot of the bed. She was bouncy and energetic, kneeling on my mattress down by my legs. She smiled, her brown eyes lighting up as she said "it's... time... to... get... up!" The pauses were her wrestling with my sheets to pull them down. She won the sheet wrestling contest leaving my chest and boxers were in plain view. "Don't you want to wake up now? It's late already and I'm going to put some coffee on. Come on, Rynie, come hang out with me!" I was basically powerless before this onslaught and groaned once again about it being early. She scooted up the bed until she kneeled next to my chest. Giggling, she started to run her fingers down my bare chest playfully. "Ooh, what do we have here? Someone looks like they've been working out." I squirmed around and tried to escape but she just continued to run her hands down my chest and back as I turned away. She smelled really good, like a darker vanilla smell. Kneeling next to me and with her hands running all over my bare skin, I started to get my morning hard on. Shit! I reached down and tried to restrain it by tucking it into the waistband of my boxers. This left the head peeking out though, so I was forced to lay on my stomach to avoid major embarrassment in front of my Aunt. She started to settle down a little bit, and while kneeling over me her touches on my exposed back turned into gentle light touches. Basically a caress. "Aw, babe, sorry you're so tired. Come down with me to the kitchen as soon as you're up, ok?" As I mumbled my response she leaned over me and gave me a little kiss on my neck. It was a couple notches more than a peck. I couldn't help but notice her perky breasts pressing into my back while she did this. A shiver went down my spine, and I was pretty mortified at what I was feeling. She rolled over my body to get off the bed, then, laughing again, gave a smack each to my boxer covered ass cheeks. "Nice boxers, Ryan." She looked back and gave me a playful but intense kind of look as we locked eyes for a second, then she finally left my room. She didn't see me hard, right? I mean, that boxer comment didn't mean anything, right? Shit. Naw, she didn't see. I'm sure. Right. I felt like a mac truck had just hit me after her very high energy performance, so I did get up, threw on yesterday's jeans and joined her downstairs. My focus was acting super casual to drive home the point that nothing was weird and it was no big D. She didn't physically assault me again, she was more in one of those sparkly upbeat moods that actually made me happy because she was happy. Even though I knew it was part of her problems with mood swings, you couldn't help but mirror her buoyancy when she was like that. True to her word, she put on coffee and made some eggs and bacon for both of us. It was good, and I started to settle down some. She sat down to join me. She'd taken off her boots, I noticed and started complaining that she wasn't used to them yet. She sighed dramatically and put her bare feet and legs in my lap under the square table. I decided my best option was to play along with her fun side, and said "aw, I'm so sorry to hear that." I began massaging her bare feet and legs to show my sympathy. She really liked that and put on a show sighing and saying "Mmmm. That's so nice." To fast forward through the rest of our day, we spent it together. She was friendly almost to the point of clinginess, but I still really liked her company as we took care of the dog, the plants and other house stuff. After that, I rested in front of the TV and Jen (of course) joined me on the couch. I had my feet up relaxing and then she unexpectedly started to snuggle her way under my left arm. This wasn't that strange for her to do, considering how she was. The problem was that I couldn't stop noticing her breast squeezed against my side. At some point she'd unbuttoned a couple more buttons of her white blouse. I tried really hard not to stare, but as I looked down at her, her tight, thin white tanktop looked like the fabric had relaxed quite a bit. I found myself sneaking peeks against my will at the cleavage this exposed. Then she snuggled closer and crossed her arms as if she was cold. The gap got bigger and I found myself staring at one perfect pink nipple. She had a bra on, but the cup apparently rode low on her breasts. Shit! Powerless once again, I felt myself growing hard through my jeans. What the fuck was wrong with me? My body was acting like I was going to take advantage of my aunt who probably had special needs. NOT something I was ok with. My dick was honestly throbbing, trying to escape the restraining denim. Without getting up (which would have been a bad idea), I pulled a blanket off the back of the couch and put it over both of us. "Mmm, that's so nice. Perfect." The problem was solved for now, or so I thought. Under the blanket, she was lightly resting her hand on my thigh. I froze, unable to do anything as she was leaning into me. She remained intent on the show, but her hands began lightly stroking my upper thigh and leg. It was almost absentminded, kind of like automatically petting a cat in your lap. This didn't help the fact that my cock was practically screaming - I'd gotten hard enough that I really needed to readjust it in my pants. Her stroking knuckles brushed against my cock. Shit!! Once again unable to do anything, I could feel my cheeks turn red and hot with embarrassment. And some other feelings I really needed to not be there at that moment. She hadn't felt it, I told myself. No way. She sat up for a second to stretch in a feline like movement. This put her weight on my thigh for a moment. And then the back of her hand once again made contact with the iron rod pulsing between my legs. Her touch seemed firmer and lingered longer than the first time she'd brushed against it, then her hand let up on me. It had happened again! I started to feel even more flushed and even felt the beginnings of perspiration on my forehead. To make the disaster complete as I looked over to see her reaction I found myself taking in her tits again. Her stretched out tank top was loose on the top, but still tight on the bottom. So, when she straightened up the milky white, pale skin of her tits peeked out. I found myself taking in the soft pink halo of her areola, as the material pulled down to just above her nipples. "Where the hell is this girl's bra?" I thought feverishly. I started freaking out. I pretended to check the wall clock and be shocked at the time. "Oh, shit! Sorry, but I've got to go to work now, I'm late!" In truth, I didn't really have to leave for at least an hour, but it gave me an excuse to make a full retreat upstairs. All I could do was pray that she didn't see the obvious flagpole tenting my jeans before I turned my back on her and bolted. In the bathroom, I splashed cold water on my face and hands and soaped them up. I finally got to adjust my aching cock to point upwards towards my belly. When I took it out, it looked... angry. More red than usual, and the head was kind of a light shade of purple. It was actually hot in my hand, and I couldn't stop myself from rubbing it rapidly for a minute. It felt so wrong I tried to stop myself, but Jen moving around downstairs decided the issue for me. I didn't want her to hear the sounds of my fevered jerking off session, so I put away my hard dick, threw on my work shirt and slacks and ran out of the house. Oh my God. I'm like, some kind of molester. Work was completely boring and mundane. I showed up more than an hour early. Nothing was going on. That unfortunately left me plenty of time to obsess about that sweet pink nipple I'd seen. It was like it was burnt into my brain permanently. I even got hard at work a couple of times, but was able to keep it under wraps by hiding it with binders and stuff I carried. By the time we were done, it was 11:30. I was the last person to leave there in hope that my Aunt would be already asleep and in bed. I needed to get off sooo badly, but I knew I was too paranoid to do anything while Jen was still up. The thought of her catching me beating off to her body was unbearable. The house was dark as I pulled up, which gave me hope of getting some relief. As I walked in, I saw the blue flicker of the TV from the living room. Sighing, I went to check it out instead of running upstairs to my room. Maybe she had fallen asleep watching TV. Nope. I thought I'd be fine anyway, as I was really tired from working late. Being fatigued had settled me down quite a bit. Jen was sprawled out on the couch, and immediately flashed me a brilliant smile as I walked in the room. At least she didn't look mad or anything. "Hey, babe. Welcome home." I said hi back, and took in the scene. She had unbuttoned her white blouse all the way, leaving the tank top to loosely cover her. And then I noticed her legs. She was laying in a very relaxed and unladylike position. Her short, plaid schoolgirl skirt had ridden up high, and I found myself looking at the white spot between her legs. Surprisingly, she was wearing simple cotton panties instead of something racy that you might expect from my crazy Aunt. I laughed. I don't know, the situation just suddenly seemed like a farce, and it seemed so typical of the trainwreck that was Jen that it was almost cute. Then I placed the smell in the room. Pot. OK... Sighing in tiredness, I walked over to the couch. where Jen moved her legs and patted the cushion next to her for me to sit. I saw the remains of a blunt smoking out of an old blue coffee can on the floor. "Oh, my God, I'm so sorry. You're so tired from work, and I haven't even offered you anything yet!" She reached behind her and gave me a freshly rolled blunt and then got up. I heard some tinkling sounds from the kitchen and then she returned with three beers. I had dealt with so much that day I kind of gave it all a mental shrug and lit up the joint. I had only smoked pot two times before, at a friend's house. It just seemed like the thing to do. As I exhaled my toke, Jen handed me a freshly opened beer, and I took two big swallows. Apparently, I was going to solve my problems by getting fully crunk with my aunt. You know, the one who made the problems. So, the next part of the night is pretty blurry. I remember laughing a ton with Jen, us giving each other foot rubs, making fun of the TV shows. My memory did record that somehow we started a game where she sat on my lap and tried to push me over by wiggling. It's exactly like it sounds. In reality it involved Jen rubbing her ass all over my stiffening crotch with that sexy schoolgirl skirt flaring out. So, basically her panties were going to town in my lap. A Web of Sex, Lies and Sex I felt myself getting hot and flushed again, but I was too far gone to care. I had worried so much that day that I had blown out the worry circuits in my brain. It was at least 1:30 by then, and I had gone well past buzzed to very tipsy. I wasn't quite at the part where you get the spins, but I was pretty close. Jen said I should take off my work clothes, and that seemed like an awesome idea to my fuzzy mind. I took off my work shirt and threw it on the floor. Next came my belt and socks, leaving me in a white tee and loose slacks. And, oh yes, I was noticeably hard. That was why I had taken off my belt, drunk logic told me that this would help hide things. I also kind of didn't care by that point. After that, I looked at Jen and said "well, when are you going to take off YOUR work clothes?" I thought that line was genius. Fortunately, so did Aunt Jen. She put on a fake surprised face and looked down at herself in pretend shock. "Oh, THESE old things? Sir, I think you're right." And then she stripped off her tanktop and skirt, leaving her in just a bra, which I saw was very loose on her and those white panties. Panties with a big wet spot on them. I know I should have been shocked, and I kind of was. But all I could seem to do was laugh hysterically, as if it was the best joke ever. She showed no self consciousness, and swayed her way over to me on the couch. "Well, what about all YOUR work clothes, nephew?" She began tugging on the loose waistband of my slacks, which lead to a wrestling match on the floor as we fell off the couch. I saw her tits flashing me a LOT over top of her very loose bra. I loved it. Maybe that's why she won the match. With a big pull of triumph, she pulled my slacks down to my knees. This, of course exposed my giant erection poking through the hole of my boxers. I looked down and said something brilliant like "Hey!" I kind of froze up. Besides, I couldn't really move much with my still buttoned slacks around my knees. She smiled up at me said "hmm." and just like that started sucking my cock deep into her mouth. I was stunned. Being as hammered as I was, I had mostly convinced myself that we really were just playing silly games by wrestling around like that. Looking down and seeing my Aunt's lips sucking my dick over and over again made me realize it wasn't a game any more. At all. By doing it so suddenly, she had paralyzed me. I think I felt kind of like if I just laid there and let her do it then it wasn't my fault. I was flat on the floor with my head propped up on the couch as my Mom's little sister gobbled up my cock. I watched the whole time, mesmerized. Oh. My. Fucking. God. She was so good at it. I'd definitely never had anything close to it before. She sucked it so deep. She swirled it around her mouth to use her soft cheeks on it. She licked. She devoured my heavy balls. I saw that her face was wet from all the spit she was spending on my dick, when she looked up and made eye contact with me. Those black eyeliner wearing light brown eyes. She managed to somehow smile around my dick, never taking it out as we locked eyes, stifling a giggle as she went back to work. I wanted to touch her breasts so bad as they were nearly falling out of the loose cups. But she took off her bra first, as if she knew I needed to see them. Now I was watching her perfectly pink nipples bouncing and rubbing all over my naked legs as she continued to give me head. And then, in my daze I noticed the noises she was making. They were moans that were almost whimpers. I saw that one of her hands was down her panties and working furiously at her clit. She was almost more excited than I was to suck me off. After some time had passed she shuddered violently, obviously in the throes of an amazing orgasm. It even made her pause the oral suckfest she was putting on. The vibrations all over my shaft as she moaned loudly felt amazing. After that, she went even crazier than before on my dick. She sucked it like pure heroin mixed with crystal meth was inside of it. She started taking the whole thing down her throat and swirling her head around so my cock got to feel her throat twisting around the head and upper shaft. After only a minute of that - it was SO intense - I came a ton in that red lipped sucking mouth with the hollowed out cheeks. She moaned and moaned as I came, reaching again to rub her clit furiously as my cum gushed into her mouth. In between her moans I could see her throat working as she ravenously drank my young cum. I lay there with my eyes closed for a second, then opened them. Very unfortunately, I was definitely starting to feel like I was sobering up as the aftermath settled in. My Aunt, my Mom's crazy sister, the one who used to pick me up from the mall when I was 13 - that one- had sucked my cock dry and right now had a belly full of my semen. Shit!! I just couldn't deal with it. She seemed absolutely fine with it, though. She finally took my well sucked dick out of her mouth, smiled and said "like that, baby?" My filters were gone and I said "Jen. Aunt Jen. You're my aunt! That's... that's incest!" I was trembly all of a sudden and pulled my pants back up, feeling the drafty cold floor for the first time. She got up on her knees, still topless and naked and said in her most pouty baby voice "wasn't it good, Rynie? Didn't you like coming in your Aunt's hungry mouth?" To illustrate her point, she started licking the remaining globs of my cum off of her fingers and lips. I was pretty much still in shock, and wanted to end this thing ASAP. What made me despise myself, though, was the fact that I was still ogling her tits and didn't really want her to put her shirt back on. The episode ended with her wanting to snuggle on the couch. I agreed to it, just not wanting to deal with the aftermath of the incest we had just committed. In the room my parents watched TV every night in. We cuddled, and to my relief and self disgust she never put her top back on. I waited maybe 20 minutes pretending to relax, and then heard her snoring. I cleaned up the evidence as best I could, trying to ignore the two large wet spots on the carpet my parents walked on every day. One was of the saliva that had coated and run down my cock. The other one was from my Aunt's extremely wet pussy grinding into the carpet as she came. I went upstairs to my bedroom and passed out after 20 minutes staring at my dark ceiling wondering what the hell had just happened to me. The next morning I woke up to my bottomless Aunt straddling me and grinding her pussy up against my limp cock. I freaked the fuck out. "Jen... Jen... JEN! What the HELL, get OFF of me!" Being sober and hungover, sex was the last thing on my mind. And then there was the fact that I guessed we could be arrested for what we had done. Even more than that, though, the hyper intense way Jen was behaving kind of scared me. I felt like she was coming on so strong that I had no control - something you want when around dangerous and illegal sex. I kept one thought in my mind, the same one that I had last night before passing out. I never asked for this. Nothing would have happened if she hadn't suddenly sucked my dick without permission. Hard on or not, she didn't end up face fucking my dick by accident. She wouldn't snap out of it. "But, Rynie, I thought you LIKED playing with you Auntie Jen". She even batted her eyes at me for good measure. That goddamn baby voice. Suddenly I hated it more than anything. I started yelling at her a lot. Trying to drill into her head the seriousness of what we had done. Telling her I'd never asked her to do that, and for the love of FUCK, get some clothes on. I'm your NEPHEW! That pulled her back to reality. Harshly. She put on her clothes like I told her to and went downstairs. I felt two ways about yelling like that. First, I started to feel like shit. But part of me liked it. Commanding. Getting control back and putting a stop to... whatever this was. She left for home later that day. I just avoided her until it was time to go to work. The damn dog would just have to wait to get walked. Fast forwarding two weeks. My parents had come back from Thailand and I had concocted some story about how Jen came over just when I was at work. I told them that she had done good job and stuff, but we didn't see each other much. It was awkward as hell even talking about her, but the story went over fine. I spent a lot of time trying to forget it ever happened. True, it had blown my mind while it was happening, but I was far too freaked out by the incest to even jerk off thinking about it. My sex drive had actually plummeted overall as I felt a deep sense of shame every night lying in bed. She might have started it, but I wasn't a fucking statue. I should have stopped it. It was my fault. That's how things went for a week, and then my Aunt started blowing up my phone with text messages. Her mood had swung the other way, the way that it always did, and these were GRIM texts. The main thrust of it was that she was going to immediately kill herself if I ever told my parents or anyone. I had no idea how to respond. Feeling numb, I just didn't reply. I didn't know if I should promise not to tell anyone what had happened, since she obviously needed help. What if she did what she was threatening and I had kept it a secret? Would I go to jail if I got her help? I had no idea what to do. I shut off my phone for the day and eventually got a couple hours of tense, troubled sleep. I worked up the courage to check my phone towards the evening of the next day. Her texts had gotten even more frantic, saying I had never loved her, I was going to kill her by telling, she meant it, I couldn't tell anyone, she wanted to die... Over and over again the begging and threats trickled in. I knew she had emotional or mental problems sometimes, but I had never seen her even close to the frenzy she was currently in. I didn't dare tell anyone, for fear she would commit suicide. But if I didn't tell, wasn't I leaving her in a very dangerous place without the help she needed? I didn't want to respond and risk making it worse. Besides, what could I say? "Don't kill yourself. Thanks." I didn't think that would work. The next day, my nerves were shot to hell with worry. My parents were out that afternoon. I was supposed to work that evening, but I called in sick. I texted Aunt Jen - "I'm coming over." I didn't get a response back, but I knew she must be home. I got in my car and drove to her apartment complex. I knocked at the door, and to my surprise she answered it right away. I was afraid she would keep hiding and not answer. She stood in the doorway with a blank look on her face, then stepped back to let me in. We said "hi" to each other and stood there tensely. I walked to her living room and she followed. She looked like hell. Her hair was messy, even though it was already night time. She was dressed in pajama pants and an old, loose flannel shirt. Her eyes were red and puffy and she wore no makeup. Her place was an absolute disaster, too. She obviously hadn't cleaned in weeks. I wondered if she had even gone outside at all since I saw her last. She immediately started tearing up and sobbing, her thin shoulders moving up and down. I could tell this wasn't going to be easy with her like this. She started to talk, but didn't make much sense between the sobbing and the fact that she obviously was pretty mental in the first place. As I watched her sob, something cold and sharp seemed to flash over me. I had this tight feeling in my gut that seemed to leave me both calm and very focused. I looked critically at her, crying messily, and then felt the feelings come over me again. What I did next came from someplace that felt almost out of my body. I just started doing things with no thought about it. I walked over to the red plush chair she was curled up in. I waited for her to acknowledge my presence. "Jen?" I said, then waited 30 seconds or so for her to acknowledge me and meet my gaze. "Jen, you know what you did was very serious, right?" She sobbed out barely comprehensible apologies. Interestingly, she took a jab back - "you were there TOO! You LIKED it!" I stayed very calm and gently shook my head back and forth. "No, Jen, I'm afraid not. You wanted to suck my cock. I knew you'd been thinking about it. You know I tried to stop you from throwing your life away, but you just had to have my cum, didn't you?" Now, this wasn't strictly true. I hadn't stopped a damn thing until I was hung over the next morning. However, she didn't seem to remember. Maybe she was too emotional to even try. Her sobbing increased, but I cut her off. "JEN! I'm talking to you!" That worked for some reason and she stopped crying. She had a different look in her eyes, as if she was pulled out of her head and back into reality. I could tell by her eyes and body language that she was listening now. "Jen, I'm going to help you figure this out. I'm going to ask you some questions and I just want you to answer yes or no." To my surprise, she nodded, only sniffling a little bit. Whatever the hell I was doing, it was working. "Did you think about sucking my cock before that night?" -nod yes. "Did you know it was wrong?" -sniffling, vigorous nod yes. "Did that stop you from carrying out your plan" -miserable shake of the head. "Did you try to fuck me the next day?" - blank staring, as if she hadn't thought about it, then a slight nod yes. "I could go on, but I think I've proved my point. Don't you think so?" - quick nod yes, eyes very wide and looking on in anticipation. "Good. Jen, whose fault was it? When you did what you had planned? Was it yours?" - her body started heaving again, and she nodded vigorously. "I could tell the cops. I could tell my parents. You know that, right?" - more sobbing, she starts to make noises that were the start of her begging. "But I'm not." - she continues crying. I'm losing her. "JEN! (brief pause for her to collect herself)... what do you think your punishment should be? When people break the law, they should be punished." - here, I totally lost her attention, like I figured I would. She started sobbing loudly again and talking about wanting to die, that she needed to die now because of what she had done, she'd kill herself... all that stuff she'd texted me about. She was totally pulled into her miserable thought patterns. "Nope. Jen, I'm afraid that's the wrong answer." (more sobbing) "JEN! Didn't you hear me? I said that your punishment was WRONG. I'm going to help you out here, because you're so sad and emotional. OK?" At this point, whatever strange, dark impulse that guided that whole session had started to leave me. I began to think more normally and became really nervous. What was my plan here? What if I fucked it up and she fucking killed herself over it? No, I had to continue. I still felt it in my gut. I sat down on the arm of her big, soft red chair. She began to lean on me and I stroked her face softly with one of my knuckles. "Jen. Auntie Jen. I'm going to show you something, OK?" I pulled out my iPhone and turned on the camera. She looked up with watery eyes at its lens. "Jen Michelle Roberts, in order for you to put aside your guilty feelings you must accept that what you did was wrong. Do you agree?" Here she actually let out a meek "yes" instead of crying or nodding. Holy shit. I didn't know what I was doing, but whatever it was, it was working. "I have to show you what it looked like to me when you took advantage of your own nephew for your own selfish reasons. Alright?" She bravely kept back her sobs and nodded. "Yes". Damn. This approach, whatever it was, somehow worked for her. Beginning to feel that cold, steely feeling wash up my spine again, I knew what I had to do to go further. I reached down the chair and unbuttoned her flannel. The last button was hard to reach so I popped it off. She wore nothing underneath. I took a picture that showcased her exposed tits and showed it to her. "This is what you looked like in front of your own nephew that night. Jen, what does that person look like to you?" Staring at the picture I just took, she whispered "a slut". I nodded sagely, as if she was finally passing my test. "Very good, Jen. You were a slut that night, weren't you? A slut for your nephew." -nodding. She seems calmer now. She's caught up in this little toxic therapy session that's going on. It may be fucked up, but she was gulping it down and it calmed her. In sequence, I went through everything. Her spread legs, her ass grinding against me. Her attempting to drag off my pants. Her staring lustily as my crotch. Amazingly, she not only calmed down, but she got into character for the pictures, slutting it up big time. And she became more and more convinced that it was her fault, and she had to fix it. I'm just going to say it and "rip the Band-Aid off", so to speak. After the last picture, I said "suck my cock, you slut." Here, she looked alarmed - "no, it's wrong, you told me it's wrong, it's all my fault..." I took out my cock and moved it so it was just inches for her face. "Suck it. You still want to, I can tell. That's because you're still bad. You'll continue to be bad until I can show you and you can accept it." Wearing down, she whispered "no, I don't want to this time..." I only replied "you will suck it. And I'm going to film the whole thing and then show it to you. You need to see what an incestuous whore you have become." She started sniffling again, and for a moment I was afraid she might refuse, wrecking my whole strange "project". I petted the top of her head and whispered "go on. You can." She took the whole thing in her mouth in one gulp. I stared down at my Aunt sucking me off for the second time and I felt peaceful. This is where I belong. I never knew this part of me existed until now, but it does. And I liked it. Dominant. Fuck that, even better - in control. The stress and anxiety of the past few days must have fucked with my head for me to be acting this way. But the mouth now quickly gobbling down my dick made all of that stress melt away. I felt like I had won. Even better than I could have hoped, she helplessly got turned on as the glorious oral sex continued. She began shaking, almost as if in fear. Then she moaned and furiously began to masturbate in her baggy pajama pants. Just like the first time, she came before I did. And I sprayed a huge load into her mouth so she could swallow it. I guess my sex drive wasn't gone after all. It had just been hiding in my Aunt's mouth. After that, we watched the video together. Honestly, those first photos and the video I took that day still send shivers down my spine. She looked like a tragic cock sucking angel. Her puffy eyes. Her lips in closeup as she sucked off her own nephew. The tear tracks glistening as her eyes plaintively looked into the camera, as if begging. Begging for what? Maybe to stop. Maybe to continue as her lust took over. Maybe that's just who she really is. I sat down in the other chair after we watched the video. She seemed more calm, but her body was still shaking like a leaf. I said "Jen. Auntie Jen. I'm going to lay down some ground rules, OK? Good. I'm going to just tell you straight. I'm the one you took advantage of. No one else was hurt by your actions except for me. So I'm the only one who can decide your punishment. I'm taking over for you, because your chosen punishment of suicide was wrong. You won't ever talk about that again. You know that now, don't you? I want you to really listen up, OK? I now have a video and pictures of you committing incest. That's some powerful evidence. For now, the price you pay for me not to show my parents is that you will suck me off wherever I want you to. Whenever I want you to. No matter who is around or anything. We'll see what comes after that. Does that make sense to you?" - a blank look and a nodding head. Acquiescence. A Web of Sex, Lies and Sex So, this is how I came to dominate my own hot Aunt. I never bothered with the names "master" or "slave". I just think that's cliché. I also get off on controlling her with just a few soft phrases. This might make me look sick, cruel or unfair. That's somewhat valid. However, after a while into the program, I decided it really was for her own good. Even her mood swings and paranoia have lessened as a result of having a role and purpose in life. Even if that purpose is incestuously sucking and fucking her nephew. That being me. For what it's worth, it's not like it's exactly unpleasant for her. She still shakes like a leaf whenever we do something naughty. She always cums, even though I make her delay it or ask permission sometimes. We do - I should say that I make her do - EVERYTHING. She must have swallowed gallons of my cum. Once we got her on birth control, we did everything imaginable when we fucked. Which was very often. As time went on, the game of repentance we played became less and less important to what we did. I had dominated her for long enough that the roles just stayed, even after her punishment for "taking advantage of me" was over. The only minor difficulty is that it's very hard for either of us to move on. I've still been avoiding college so I didn't have to go without my Aunt's sweet mouth and pussy. There is literally no way those college girls can match my submissive, broken in and incestuous Auntie Jen. She is the same way, except as I said before our relationship has a significant steadying effect on her. I've gotten extremely good at levelling her moods off both with sex and without it. Dear reader, I'll just leave you with one final image before I go. Last night, Jennifer's command was to have my penis in her mouth all night. Soft, hard, it didn't matter. She did great, sucking on my spent dick and laying her head on my lap while we both watched TV. I took some pictures again, the first ones in a long time. One of them haunts me. The last one I took that night was her laying in bed, smiling happily. In pink lipstick across her chest I had written "Incest Slut. Sucked off her nephew." What gets me is the radiant smile, though. She keeps smiling in the next one as she turned her head to take my cock into her mouth. Just like she is supposed to. That smile is genuine. More genuine than I'd seen her smile before she became my official fucktoy. See, I'm not all that mean. I wouldn't break character and say this in front of her, but I really do care about her happiness. Remember, it's not my fault she's happiest with my cock inside her. Take care.