I was about to switch on the TV because we usually watched a movie while having meals together when I heard aunt say from the kitchen door. “No, we won’t be watching TV tonight, son. I’ve got something to show you on my laptop.” I smiled and nodded as Aunt Sheen walked with the bottle of water and glasses and bent down to set them on the table opposite me. The large neck-line of the over-sized T-shirt showed her dark, deep cleavage clearly. My cock was already around from watching her curvy body in the kitchen. Seeing her gorgeous cleavage so close to me made my cock twitch in my shorts. Aunt Sheen then walked over to the other end of the dinner table. She bent again and gave me a teasing view of her dusky huge butt as she bent to use her laptop. Aunt Sheen seemed satisfied with the volume and angle of the laptop so she walked quickly back and took the seat to my left, on the other end of the dinner table. I was watching her every move with growing lust. Her curvy and soft assets moved tantalizingly under her T-shirt. As she took her seat her neck-line plunged even deeper. I watched openly with a big grin on my face as Aunt Sheen casually bent and straightened while serving me portions of food spread in front of us. She had a soft, mysterious smile on her face because she knew I loved her warm, dark mature body and she loved the attention of her young nephew immensely. Once she was done serving us she finally looked at me and smiled wider, saying, “Ok. Enough watching me, now watch what’s on the laptop, son.” She caught my chin, gently turning my face towards the laptop. That’s when I finally took notice that there was a video playing. Once I began paying attention it turned out to be a documentary movie. The editing and sound was high-quality. It started with shots of couples in normal clothes, then the voiceover narration started and I realized what the documentary was about. As the scenes unfolded on the screen I watched with growing curiosity. The subject was something I had vaguely heard of earlier. The documentary started with introducing and defining something called “BDSM”. I still remember the definition because being the curious me I paid extra attention to it because it was related to something I was extremely interested in. I figured Aunt Sheen had put on a movie she wanted to watch but when I realized that this was an exclusive documentary about kinky sex that she had made the effort to go online and buy it. It was both shocking and rousing at the same time. Within a few minutes though, the narration and graphics on screen became increasingly vulgar. “I’m you? He looked stunned at everything that had just happened. She then did the same to me but moved the sash down below my waist so my pussy was not visible. Not going to get hurt again.” I just knew what was next, as I looked back at Jon through my legs I saw him pick-up the cane and come over to me. I closed my eyes and waited. And I am going to masturbate while I watch.” He watched bug-eyed as she turned, smiling, and sat on the stairs just above him. I know it doesn’t take that long to drain someone.” He complained. In moments, they were both trussed up, their asses thrusting right at us, two delicious rumps. “I wish someone would go down on me at the mall.” She sucked and flicked the stiff flesh bud.
Her little pink mouth closes over the tip and captures the last glob of white cum. “Mmm. It’s not so bad.” Another overnight, all weekend long. My parents just take it for granted that I’m a full time babysitter for a busy professional. Mom gets us dressed up with a little age appropriate makeup and clothes for me and Cindy she bought that fit us. They fit really good in fact. I’m in a tight green dress with short sleeves and a short hem line. My flat chest is made a little better by extra material that bunches in that area. My hair is curled and I have on a pair of Twylas pumps with 2” heels. And stockings, she decides I should be wearing stockings, panty hose really, and in transparent white. I look like a tall girl of 13 or 14 maybe who hasn't filled out yet in the hips and has small breasts but a high and tight butt and hasn’t learned to walk in heels yet. Cindy isn’t wearing stockings or heels but she’s in a tube dress like mine, in magenta, and we look like we could be sisters, one blond and one brunette. We're going out in public like this! We go to the mall and head straight to the lingerie store. Twyla knows the woman attending. I think she comes here a lot, it must be where she buys most of the stuff in her closet and her drawers full of things that I love to play with. The thrill of being allowed to go in here is making my head spin I’m really excited! Lines and rows of matching bra and panty sets in all the sizes! There’s teddies and corsets and slips and negligees on the mannequins and arrayed on rows and rows of hangers. The smell is enchanting; clean laundry and perfume. I get to touch everything as I walk among the displays fingering bra cups and panty gussets. The store is pretty empty. We get to try on outfits in the changing room which we have all to ourselves. There are individual stalls all in one larger room and we start out dressing ourselves privately and then coming out to show. I’m nervous somebody will come in so I make sure I’m all covered before venturing out of my booth. Cindy gets set up in a white lace tube top, white skirt and garter belt, white fishnet stockings with lace tops way up her hips leaving only a band of thigh skin. Her panties are slightly more than a belt around her slim girl hips, only a tiny distance down from the waistband to the top of her coochie slit. I’m prancing about in a light blue panty that’s comprised of a stretchy band sitting low on the hips and a strip that goes between my cheeks and widens in the front. The bra that matches is an A and has a sheer curtain of fabric that hangs down to my navel. Then I try on white lace boy shorts shaped panties with lots of mesh and open space. I was told to be good to Shirley and go along with whatever she said. Even if he had, it still didn't seem appropriate to invite him in while I only had a dish towel over my boner. "The sooner the better. I shiver. “Look at her though. A couple of days went by and I didn’t think another thing of it, and she hadn’t mentioned my breasts since then. Smiling, he brushed them gently over the soft, white skin of her arse, first one cheek and then, after a pause, the other. “Mmm, I created such a big, strong, young man. You're such a stud!” "I'm trying to think." Fuck ya!" “Come in,” she said. This strange heat washed through me. I obey. Either way, the cost was more than I expected and I could feel rocks piling up in my stomach. 'As if Jade will agree' she shot back. <
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