Chapter 3

My Aunt walked in a short time later. It was her only full day off, so she was dressed casually in a white camisole top and white panties. Her cameltoe was delightfully evident against her opaque panties, which caused my typical problem with wearing a gaff. Doing my best to ignore her deliciousness, I made her an acai and fruit bowl and her typical flat white coffee. Taking them over to her, I sat in my usual position on her left. Sitting on the plug caused it to rub against whatever it was inside my ass, and I barely suppressed a low moan.

Aunt Liz grinned wickedly at me but didn’t comment. Instead, she opened her tablet and began scrolling through her social media feeds. We ate breakfast in companionable silence with only a few times when Aunt Liz showed me a photo of one of her friends and asked my opinion of them to break it. But then she showed me a picture of someone she’d searched for on Facebook.

“Is this the Bowers boy you had trouble with?” She asked.

I looked at the photo and thought it probably was. His ‘about’ information said he’d gone to the same school as me, and the years he was there fit. However, the Grant Bowers in the photos was physically quite different from how he was when we were in high school. The Grant that bullied me was a pudgy young man. The man in the photos was leanly muscular. I still thought he was probably the same guy, though. “I think so. Why?” I asked.

“No reason,” Aunt Liz dismissed.

I knew there was a reason she’d asked, but if I pushed it, I’d earn her displeasure, if not her wrath, so I wisely said nothing more.

After we’d finished our meal, Mistress Donnelly pushed her chair back, patted her thighs and said, “Lie across my thighs, little one.”

Wondering what I’d done wrong, I fearfully obeyed, draping myself across my aunt’s firm thighs as gracefully as I could. I’d worn another of my new outfits to breakfast. It was a reasonably conservative, mid-length, pastel-coloured skirt, but I’d paired it with a rather daring steel wire-reinforced top. My top’s bra pieces didn’t meet. It was held in place by the steel wire supports that looped around my neck instead.

Aunt Liz lifted my skirt above my petite, heart-shaped ass and pulled down my panties and gaff. She then opened her thighs and allowed my rapidly inflating cock to surge between them. My aunt then clenched her thighs around it as she manipulated the butt plug. She seemed to find the pleasure spot in my ass instinctively, and she spun the plug’s top across it. Desperately trying not to embarrass myself by having an orgasm from anal stimulation, I groaned. However, my hips were lifting my butt to meet my aunt’s thrusts, and I knew I’d lose the battle shortly.