Chapter 5: An Immodest Proposal

“Aunt Paula, you can have your dildo set back.”

“You mean?”

“Abso-fucking-lutely. Jim was awesome, tremendous, magnificent. I don’t have the words. And I’m only a little bit sore. Will you tell Gail again how grateful I am?”

“I will. But I see that you have something else on your mind.”

“It’s just, well, I’m sick to death of living with my mother and her insanity. I think cloistered nuns have more freedom than I do. I’m 18 and I’m done with high school in two weeks. Would you consider letting me live all the time in your spare bedroom?”

Paula looked troubled, shaking the younger woman’s confidence.

“You have to be reasonable. I need to discuss this with Aaron. Obviously, my husband has to agree. And you’re going to have to be an adult housemate. I wouldn’t charge you rent, but you’ll need to do a lot of chores. Probably a lot more than you’re used to.

“And you must realize that this will cause a huge rift in the family. Lucille will call me every name she can and trash me to our grandmother, Celia. Is this really what you want to do?”

“Trust me. I’m tired of living inside her prison of chastity and dressing like I live in the 19th century.”

“Alright. Just don’t talk to anybody about this. That means, don’t say anything to Jim until I can get Aaron to agree. That won’t be easy, let me tell you. You are going to owe me, big time.”

“I will. Thanks for this, you’re the best!”

While they hugged, Paula was looking over her shoulder with a worried expression.

That night, Aaron leaned back and put aside his napkin, leaving his fork and knife on his empty dinner plate.

“I know when you make this, my favorite, for dinner that you have something you want to ask. Something you want?”

“I want to have a girl. Oh, don’t look like that, I’m not pregnant. It’s because of Lucille, I want us to take in Connie.”

“What? You’re kidding. How would that work, and why?”

“Connie is 18 and finishes high school in two weeks. She can’t bear to live with Lucille any longer, you know what a maniac she is.”

“Well, yeah, but that’s not new. What changed, and why us?”

“You have to promise not to get angry.”

“Paula Anne, every time you say that to me, it makes me furious. You fucking know that already. You’d better tell me right now. Shit!”

“You know Connie has been coming over to visit for a long time. Well, recently, with my permission, she’s been using our spare bedroom to screw her boyfriend.”

“WHAT!?”

“It’s true. She was so repressed, and now the lid’s been blown off. Before she and her mother come to blows, she’s asked to stay with us.”

“What. The. Everlasting. Fuck. Are you insane? Lucille will call the cops or sue us.”

“Calm down, Aaron. Neither of those things will happen, because she’s no longer a minor. Despite what Lucille might think, Connie is free to make her own decisions and live an adult life.”

“Then she can do the adult thing: get a job and pay us rent. I’m serious, it doesn’t have to be a lot, but she has to be responsible, not just swap you in as a substitute mommy. With that understanding, I guess I’m consenting to this craziness.”

“Oh, thank goodness.”

“Goodness has nothing to do with it. You, slut, are going to make it up to me.”

Aaron was still angry and fuming.

“Get your fucking clothes off! You can suck my cock while I think of your punishment. Punishments.”

Paula hurried to obey. It was going to be hard to have this kind of Dom/Sub fun that they both enjoyed when they started sharing their house with Connie.

Aaron had reached the same conclusion and promised that Paula’s next two weeks would be exceptionally rigorous, to her obvious delight.

“I love you, sir.”

“On your knees, bitch. I won’t ask you again!”