Chapter 8

When I nodded, Aunt Liz stood, kissed my cheek, and left the room. Worried I’d cum in my sleep, or leak so badly that I stained the sheets, I got out of bed and searched the drawers beside it. I found several short and long nighties, a sweetly sexy baby doll negligée and some panty protectors.

Ignoring the nighties and negligée, I searched until I found a drawer full of various types of panties. They were mostly thongs, G-strings, or seamless no-shows, but on the bottom, I found a pair of electric blue briefs. Those seemed the least girlie of them all, so I put them on and inserted the panty protector. Again, I was amazed about how delightfully snug the panty briefs felt against my shaft and balls.

I peeled my T-shirt off but then worried guiltily about sweating and staining Aunt Liz’s bed. I didn’t want to search the closet for a T-shirt, so I opened the drawer again. I stared at the baby doll negligée’s top before slowly taking it out and putting it on. Then, thinking ‘in for a penny’, I removed the brief and put the fuller baby doll nightie panty back on, inserting another panty protector from the package in the drawer. Then, thinking ‘fuck it’, I got back into bed and almost immediately fell asleep.

Unfortunately, my dreams were filled with dreams of wearing this outfit as Grant Bowers wrestled me to the ground and sat his adolescent but legal-aged ball sack on my chin. Only this time, Grant pulled his shorts below his aching balls and wiped his cock’s head across my lips. But before I could confusedly orgasm to this vision, it morphed into my Aunt Liz sitting on my mouth, her powerfully fragrant snatch dripping pussy fluids over my chin.

My prostate cramped, and my balls tightened against my shaft. Then, their combined fluids raced through my shaft and exploded from my cock’s eye, filling my panty liner and baby doll panty with cum. I struggled awake, but I was spent, and my exhausted mind crashed into unconsciousness, completely forgetting I was supposed to be up early enough to make Aunt Liz breakfast and hadn’t set the alarm.

My aunt in my dreams.

My aunt ripping the covers off me awakened me the following morning. My mind flashed back to yesterday, and I wondered if I wasn’t locked into some weird kind of Groundhog Day loop before remembering where I was.

My aunt inspected my reposed form wearing a baby doll nightie, and a slight smile quirked her otherwise severe mien. “Nice to see you’re giving in already,” she muttered, sternly adding, “You were to have prepared our breakfasts, and what do I find instead? You lying in bed like a lazy sluggard. Get out and stand before me.”

I struggled out of bed, acutely aware that I had a severe case of morning wood. I tried to hold my hands over it to hide it, but Aunt Liz instructed me to stand tall, with my shoulders back, hands behind my back and clasped, head up, and eyes down. I reluctantly removed my hands from in front of my groin and obeyed. Aunty Liz raised her eyebrow and examined my strainingly erect penis. Her pretty mouth turned down, and she pointed toward the en suite.