Aunt Lilly's 21st Birthday Present
by Jim Priest
Copyright© 2025 by Jim Priest
Fantasy Story: Woman plans to reward her best friend's son with his fantasy
Caution: This Fantasy Story contains strong sexual content, including Ma/Fa Consensual Aunt .
*6 years ago*
Stephen heard the sound of a car engine slowing then stopping outside the house. With excitement he ran to his bedroom window which overlooked the road and saw to his joy a smart shiny blue hatchback which meant only one thing. The door opened and out swung a beautiful long shapely leg sheathed in tan coloured nylon wearing elegant high heeled shoes. With grace another swung out to join it. With the feet primly together on the kerb, Stephen gazed longingly up the two long shins above poised demurely side by side with a flair of calve muscle behind.
Rising elegantly from the driver’s seat unfolded a gorgeous brunette in her early thirties with a wide oval face, bright brown eyes, sleek nose and a small full lipped mouth. Long brown hair curled around a sexy sultry face, from a loose fringe above her slender eyebrows, sweeping over her ears before caressing down her swanlike neck. Her dusky southern Italian looks added to her sexy smouldering appearance that could turn the head of any hot blooded man.
Stephen crouched down low by the window so that he wouldn’t be seen, although sometimes she did. His hand inexorably went to the front of his trousers and began rubbing. ‘Aunt’ Lilly always looked sensational wearing trendy clothes that suited her shapely figure just right. She was ‘full bodied and elegant’ as she liked to remind her mother. Just slightly the wrong side of slim, maybe slightly plump but not fat, with an appealing hourglass figure. An ample bust and a nice peach of a backside also caught many men’s attention but these weren’t the assets that Stephen admired the most. His heart beat faster as his eyes drank in the sight below the waist. Aunt Lilly always wore skirts or dresses, whatever the occasion. She never wore trousers, jeans or slacks declaring that a woman should always look feminine and she was, very feminine. Aunt Lilly also always wore coloured nylons that matched the dusky tanned colour of her skin. She was the perfect image of gorgeous leggy womanhood.
Today, Stephen was pleased to see that Aunt Lilly wore a stylish dress of a delicate egg-shell blue colour made of a light textile that seemed to flow around her thighs like silk as she walked down the path. It seemed to glow warmly in the sunlight revealing tantalising shadowy hints of the long shapely thighs beneath. Although Aunt Lilly never wore short skirts, Stephen could just tell that her legs were long and sensational looking that were just slightly this side of thick and strong rather than slim. The filmy dress clung momentarily to strong looking thighs as she placed a leg forward, the hem raising just enough over the strong lower curve of thigh muscle. Likewise, the thick curve of her hamstrings was accentuated with every step. The teenaged boy’s eyes drank in every second of the wonderful sight below the skirt.
Lilly wasn’t really his aunty, just the best friend of his mother but the lovely brunette had awakened his interest in members of the opposite sex. At 15, he was madly in love with her and knew that she had the best legs of any woman on the planet. He knew without seeing what the view would be like from behind. Rising from slim ankles elevated by her heels, her calves would sweep in a shapely thick semi-teardrop, their allure enhanced by the sensuous sheen of her nylons. Stephen had spent many a long moment watching those calves from the rear getting excited by the way they would turn from large shapely female flesh to hard slabs of rocky muscle as she walked. For the strong sexy legs of his mother’s best friend was one of Stephen’s two driving passions of his teenaged life.
He could just fantasise those sexy strong legs battering him senseless with martial arts kicks. Although Aunt Lilly didn’t actually know martial arts, in Stephen’s imagination her lovely strong legs could wreck a trail of leggy destruction on a whole army of men. Many a wet dream was based on this scenario for these were his two greatest passions; Aunt Lilly’s sexy strong legs and women who did martial arts. Stephen didn’t even last until she’d got to the front door. He messed himself bad and had to rush to the bathroom in embarrassment to clean up before he went down to greet his favourite aunt.
Lilly was around 5 foot 7, slightly taller than he was but only by a few centimetres. She welcomed him warmly giving him a big hug which made him feel great and a friendly smile. Stephen was of average build which made it easy for Lilly to hug and he liked that and the warm but too brief kiss on the cheek. “My little man. You are getting so big” she joked warmly. He breathed in the heady scent of her expensive perfume wishing he could remain in her arms adoring her smouldering sexy face. “Come, come. Let your aunty breathe” fussed his mother. “Go finish your assignment. I’ll check it later” Lilly told him warmly with a smile that could melt the heart of any hard man.
Lilly wasn’t a teacher by profession but she had studied literature and therefore quite skilled in English. Stephen had moved with his family to Britain from Italy a few years ago. And as his mother’s best friend, the gorgeous Lilly agreed to provide a little extra tuition in English. For which he was grateful, not just for the lessons but to spend many hours together with the beautiful elegant woman and be close to her sexy legs. He was a good pupil and very studious while basking in the joyous effect of her warm smiles and words of praise at his good work. Sadly Lilly was married to a man called Brian. Stephen couldn’t understand this relationship, for she was truly an incredible woman, beautiful and sophisticated; whereas he found Brian to be coarse and uncouth. Stephen tried to discretely ask her about this but all she would say was that they had married very young and it was what their families wanted.
Aunt Lilly went off to chat with his mum about women’s stuff, leaving Stephen with no excuse to hang around and watch. Still thinking wistfully about her sexy legs and smouldering good looks, he went back upstairs to his room. Ever the studious pupil, Stephen had finished his assignment days ago. So he settled back sitting across the bed to watch one of his favourite Kung Fu videos, imagining his sexy leggy aunty in place of Angela Mao.
Sometime later, Lilly climbed the stairs to see her student and to go through with him the assignment that she had set him on her last visit. The sophisticated woman knew very well the effect that she had on the teenage boy and felt flattered. It was naughty, but sometimes she would secretly tease him by crossing her legs so that her skirt would ride up with a swish over her stockings to expose a bit more thigh. She loved to watch his reaction as the merest glimpse drove him to such distraction that she would have to order him to concentrate on his work barely able to suppress a smile. It made her feel good to have that effect on such a young man. He worked so hard; it was about time he took an interest in girls.
Reaching the landing, she heard what sounded like a noisy action film coming from his room. In fact it sounded like an old fashioned Kung Fu movie. That didn’t sound like her little man at all. Curious that such a gentle intelligent boy would be watching such violence she quietly opened his bedroom door and peered in.
On the small TV screen opposite was a petite slightly built oriental woman wearing very unflattering slacks and a Chinese style jacket. Lilly frowned in disapproval for the young woman was quite pretty but dressed like that, she might as well been played by a man. Suddenly a large oriental male approached and tried to punch her. The woman was very fast and blocked his fist to the accompaniment of shrill shrieks. Whipping his wrist into the air, she brought it down quickly sending the big man hurtling to the ground whereupon she crouched behind him and callously snapped his arm to the gory accompaniment of graphic sounds and shots of fake bone and gore protruding from his arm.
Lilly was repulsed. Her Stephen actually liked watching gory rubbish like this? The young woman onscreen was now spinning and leaping with stunning agility and flexibility in a highly exaggerated acrobatic style. If you believed the sounds, her incredibly fast kicks could break men’s jaws and her punches broke ribs. The pretty little oriental is vastly outnumbered by a whole army of men who seem intent on fighting her one by one in a constant stream of high speed non-stop fighting. Lilly didn’t know anything about martial arts yet remembered a phrase from a trailer she once saw in her youth. “Don’t let your girlfriend see this film!” was the warning that scared many a man that their lovely submissive girlfriend would turn into a lithe acrobatic man-killing monster if he let her learn Kung Fu. Why would any proper lady want to learn martial arts? It was so unladylike fighting like a man.
Repulsed yet strangely fascinated, Lilly continued to watch the small screen. The woman kicked and chopped a swathe through an entire. She had to admit that it was almost balletic in places, yet physically impossible in others. Yet the slender oriental never seemed to tire in a frenetic non-stop deadly dance to a grisly noisy soundtrack of piercing shrieks and breaking bones. The slight oriental woman was an unstoppable killing machine, too fast for any man to stop with lightning fast punches and amazingly agile kicks. What utter mind rotting nonsense! She’d put a stop to this.
Just as Lilly entered his room she heard a strange moan escape Stephen’s lips from the bed beside her. Full of concern she looked at him only to stop in horror as she found him masturbating to the image on the screen. Stephen is equally mortified to find his favourite aunty standing in the doorway at the moment of climax.
Shocked the sultry Italian beauty looks away. What should she do? Should she walk away as if nothing had happened? “P-Please don’t tell mum or dad” Stephen’s quiet petrified voice said as she turned to leave. “T- they wouldn’t understand”. Lilly didn’t have a son of her own and felt very maternal towards him. “Mama Mia!” she sighed. Closing his door so they would not be disturbed, she turned speaking gently. “No, of course I won’t tell”. He was so visibly distraught that she felt sorry for him. She walked over to the bed and sat down primly next to him. As she did she saw his eyes watching as her hem rose to mid-thigh. “It’s alright. It’s only natural for a young man to have such urges” She spoke in a soft voice to re-assure him.
In truth she was curious to see what had turned him on as she couldn’t recall seeing a magazine in his hands. Some men liked pictures of women with big breasts, but the way the boy kept staring at her thighs sheathed in tan stockings made her certain it was not that. “Do you like women with sexy legs?” she asked softly. Stephen nodded his head in affirmation. “Do they get you all worked up and excited?” she asked. Again he nodded his head. “Do my legs get you excited?” she asked. “Oh yes!” he gasped. She was not surprised. “Will you show me the pictures? You must have pictures. We can look at them together” she asked. To her surprise he shook his head. “No pictures” he said quietly.
For a brief second his eyes looked at the image on the TV screen where he had managed to freeze the film. Now Lilly understood, it was the film not a magazine. She was a woman of the world and was aware of different fetishes that men got into to, but this stumped her for she saw nothing erotic on the screen. She is curious. “You like women like this?” she asked indicating the frozen image of the pretty Oriental. “Angela Mao, Yes” he whispered is if ashamed to be admitting it. “Oriental women” she smiled knowingly. “Oh not just them, there’s Cynthia Rothrock, Shannon Tweed.” Stephen began eagerly. “Ah ah!” Lilly interrupted raising her hand. “Those names mean nothing to me” she said firmly.
The woman on the screen had her body covered so it was not the physical attraction. In a friendly manner, Lilly explained to the teenage boy that she still did not understand but wanted to and suggested that they watched the rest of the film together. At first the boy was nervous to get too enthused because of the beautiful woman sitting next to him. But as the action started up again and Angela resumed destroying men with her legs, Lilly could see the effect it was having on him.
“Do you find it sexy to see a woman beat up a man?” she asked softly. “Yes, especially if she uses her legs” he replied his eyes not leaving the screen. “Would you like a woman to beat up you up with her legs?” she asked. Stephen thought about that for a while before replying. “I don’t know. I think it might hurt too much” he said. The action was getting frenetic once more as Angela destroyed another squadron of men in her very fast acrobatic flexible style.
Suddenly Lilly noticed that the boy kept glancing at her legs as the effect of the film became more apparent on the front of his trousers. “Why do you keep looking at my legs, Stephen?” she asked softly. “Come on, don’t be shy” she encouraged. “You have such beautiful legs” he began. Lilly said nothing, nodding and smiling for him to continue. “I was imagining you in her place. Those bad guys would stand no chance against your legs” he admitted quietly, blushing cutely. “Here let me help your imagination” she told him, pulling the hem right back so that he could see the whole of her thigh up to her stocking tops. But the boy quickly became very aroused, spending more time looking at her legs than the screen. This made Lilly uncomfortable especially given his age and stopped the film before he shamed himself again.
“That has been most enlightening Stephen” she told him. “I understand. I truly do”. And she thought she did, it was some form of female domination fetish. “Would you like a woman to dominate you with her martial arts skills?” she asked “especially her legs?” She didn’t need an answer Stephen gave a groan of desire and reached out to touch her thigh. “Eh!” she reprimanded giving a sharp slap on the wrist.
“We will never speak of this again. You will not view such films when I am in the house. What you do at other times is your own affair. While I am in the house, you will be my obedient student and I, your teacher” she said firmly. He looked like he was going to object but she silenced him by raising her hand. She looked directly into his eyes. “If you want me to continue to spend time with you and teach you then you must agree to this. Understood?” she said. Aunt Lilly’s smouldering eyes burned into him with such intensity that Stephen came quietly inside his trousers but knew that she would be angry if he told her. With her gorgeous face so close she was the most beautiful woman in the world and struck him dumb. He nodded dumbly. “Bravo, Chow Stephen” she said then kissed the boy gently on the cheek, rose and swept out of the room.
Lilly strode down the street, feeling what little warmth the sun had this time of year upon her wide broad cheeks while her eyes took shade beneath designer sunglasses. Dressed in chic Milan fashion, the gorgeous Italian woman wore a lightweight yet stylish white blazer embroidered with black satin trim beneath which a light white skirt wrapped itself around her thighs as she moved. Upon her head sat a wide-brimmed white hat with a thick black satin band and bow. With each step, elegant white high heeled shoes carried her along. She felt the eyes of every man she passed looking back at her. Lilly ignored them. She was used to men practically drooling over her sensuous face and full feminine curves and women envious of the same and her sense of style. Blessed with good genes, she could have had any man she wanted but found it more amusing to flirt with them and watch them helpless and fumbling to impress.
Although Stephen had accepted her conditions never to discuss the embarrassing matter, the images of what she saw kept running through her mind. Yet the more she thought about it, the more it made sense. Men had always liked looking at her legs, although she always dressed demurely. Indeed Stephen was still wistfully stealing glances at them when he should be studying. Her strong legs were partly genetic; her father was a gymnastics teacher and her mother a ski teacher. Much of her youth was spent doing sports such as swimming, gymnastics, tennis and skiing. It was her muscles developed through such sports that gave them their shape that men found so sexy, even when they could only see her calves and the outlines of her thighs.
She had never thought of it before but maybe it was that men secretly desired to be dominated by her strong legs? Maybe they subconsciously wished to be crushed helpless by her muscular thighs? She found the thought strangely stimulating. The image of crushing her brutish husband between her thighs until he begged for mercy gave her such strong erotic emotions that she almost walked into a lamppost. “Oh mio Dio!” she gasped what was this to make her feel this way? What must it feel like to be able to fight men and beat them with the very legs that they fancy? Sexy strong legs that were lethal weapons that all red-blooded men would fancy but none could withstand.
Lilly kept remembering how Stephen’s reaction to the video was enhanced by sitting next to him while he fantasised that it was her and her strong legs up there on the screen. She tried to see it from his viewpoint, the totally unstoppable Aunt Lilly destroying a whole army of men in a leggy whirlwind of chaos. Of course she’d be more stylish and sophisticated with decent dresses and heels that kept her strong sense of feminine style. Yes, Stephen would really appreciate that. Suddenly she realised that the idea of being able to dominate a man with her legs in combat was actually turning her on. So it was that Lilly altered her course and headed to the local library to do some research.
Once inside, she located the Sports section and took out all of the books on Martial Arts, sat down at the table and began studying them. It was quiet in here with only a handful of people around. She had been there most of the morning when the librarian came over to her carrying two cups of tea, although Lilly really preferred Italian coffee. “I thought you might need this” the woman explained passing a cup before sitting down. “The name’s Pauline Primm although the local lads call me Miss Primm & Proper or Miss P&P for short, because I instil a firm hand in their education [JP#01]” the woman explained. Lilly could relate to that, she smiled then introduced herself adding “Yes, young men need a lot of discipline”.
Lilly took an instant liking to the woman. Mature and slightly plump but full of confidence and unashamed to display her femininity. Pauline was in her forties, very tall and with a quite elegant stern face of authority starkly enhanced by makeup. She had long flat cheeks and a narrow pronounced chin. Her eyes were small and slender with brown irises enhanced with mascara and eyeliner, and quite thick eyebrows which suited her strict style. A wide sleek pointed nose ended with slightly flared nostrils and a small naturally pouting mouth coated with deep red lipstick. The woman’s light brown hair was set in a bob behind the head with a soft fringe covering her forehead.
“Such fabulous clothes; you have good style” Lilly complemented the older woman. For although the librarian was on the plump side, she had an amazing full hourglass figure aided by a corset that had been worked into a soft leather dress stylishly sculpted for her figure featuring thick black laces top and bottom. This was a soft off-colour white which matched the long stylish gloves she wore and that came mid-way along her upper arm. She also had a large bust pushed up and out by an old fashioned bullet bra. This mature woman certainly knew how to dress to catch the eye of men. The sculpted white leather dress came down to the top of her thick thighs, a small patch of which were shown covered in black leggings before these vanished into an amazing pair of white PVC thigh-boots with high heels. “You dress well yourself. Milan?” Pauline asked. Lilly nodded.
“I was intrigued by your choice of study material” the librarian said with a well-educated English accent and a warm smile, indicating the books upon the table. Lilly blushed “Do you find that strange?” she asked softly. “Not at all; Stylish women such as ourselves should know how to assert dominion over the male species” the stern looking woman replied. So she wasn’t the only one to feel like that? “I am an intelligent woman. I thought I could understand these through study” she spread her hands in a sign of hopelessness. Miss Primm smiled. “Mastery of physical activity cannot be learnt through books alone. It also needs practice and conditioning” she said.
The librarian rose from her chair. “Please come with me, I have something I’d like you to see” she said. Lilly followed the tall woman and couldn’t help noticing that Pauline’s backside was rather, how would she say it delicately?, generous. But she did cut a very feminine statuesque figure as she walked through the quiet library, her thigh-boots and pointed breasts drawing the attention of a few elderly gentlemen reading the papers.
They came to a door at the rear of the library in an area reserved for employees only. She stopped and listened at the door. “They’re there. The number of times I’ve told them not to”. Opening the door, Lilly found herself outside in the weak sunshine somewhere around the back of the building. Immediately she noticed a gang of youths who were smoking and generally up to no good. Showing no fear and a great deal of confidence, the plump statuesque librarian confronted them. “I’ve told you before about smoking behind the library. The last time was your final warning, now you going to pay the price” she told them in a clear commanding voice.
Lilly felt trepidation as one preening yob came forward looking smug and grinning while look around at his mates. “Make us” he snarled, his head continually looking around with a stupid grin at his mates as if to say ‘look at me. I’m mister big head’. “Why don’t ‘cha get your tits out and give us a look” he added looking around for more forced laughs. The lad took a long drag on his cigarette thinking he was so cool. Miss Primm just looked on calmly with a cold look of displeasure. “Tommy Johnson, don’t you know smoking is bad for your health? Shall I tell your mother?” she said. “Do what you like” he sneered encouraging more laughs from his mates. “I most certainly will” she replied.
Up until that moment, the rather uncharitable mental image that Lilly had of the tall plump librarian was glamorous hippo. That changed within the next second for suddenly, despite her plumpness, her right leg shot into the air like a can-can dancer. Long thick thighs powered a white PVC thigh-boot high with a speed and flexibility that made Lilly gasp. “Hai!” BLAM! The sole of the thigh-boot blasted the youth solidly under his chin driving his head back so savagely that for a moment Lilly thought it would break. To her amazement the plump mature woman moved incredibly fast and gracefully. In the blink of an eye the boot had lowered but not quite to the ground then kicked high again. “Hai!” BLAM! A streak of white as her leg shot to a vertical position not even slowing as it blasted the lad’s face again less than a full second after the first. “Hai!” BLAM! “Hai!” BLAM Four quick fire high kicks in less than half as many seconds like a manic can-can dancer. Lilly was stunned to see the yob was finished on his feet, his head wobbling unsteadily in a daze and his face bloodied.
Allowing him no respite the tall woman in the form-fitting white leather dress turned her side to him. A brief arc of sunlight reflected from a fast-moving PVC thigh-boot before it clubbed the yob around the side of his head. “Hai!” WACK! The loud sound reminded Lilly of a club being whacked around the lad’s head. His head jerked around like a puppet on a string. She was really letting him have it. Spinning around like a chubby leather clad tornado, a sexy long thigh-boot shot out again like a bolt of lightning. The sole of her boot struck with deadly precision against his throat. “Hai!” TWOCK! The sound was horrible, like something striking something boxy. The yob broke into a violent coughing fit as he collapsed to the ground.
This had happened all so quickly that the other youths were dumbfounded. The sight of the mouthy lad coughing and twitching horribly on the ground awoke them from their inaction. While most seemed uncertain what to do, scared even, a few went to Tommy’s assistance. Lilly was concerned as three large youths surrounded Pauline who herself seemed very calm and composed. Tommy’s twitches were slowing down. A tall lad moved suddenly to grab her from behind and tried to wrap his arm around her neck. The thigh-booted woman took his arm and bent smartly forwards. Lilly saw the way that the lad’s eyes went wide as his groin travelled over her ample backside and knew that he enjoyed it. In a split-second he was flying over her shoulder and his back hit the ground with a solid thud joining Tommy who had now stopped moving altogether.
No sooner had he hit the ground than the plump Amazon was launching a strike against the other two who were standing in front. “Yahhhh!” she yelled and a white blur struck his right arm. THUNK! From the way that his arm went limp, Lilly knew that she had immobilised it. “Hai!” another blur streaked outwards in a high arc. BAM! The head of the other lad whipped sideways as her heel clubbed the side of his face. “Yah!” without stopping, the thigh-boot reversed direction and streaked back the other way. BAM! The lad’s head jerked back savagely the other way. He looked completely dazed.
Swivelling towards the lad with the numb arm, Pauline leant slightly away then drove a thick leg right into his gut. “Hai!” WHUMP “Orrrragh!” he wailed. As he folded over his winded stomach, the plump woman grabbed the top of his head by the hair and pulled it down sharply while raising her knee. CRUNCH! The sound of hard knee meeting soft nasal cartilage was horrible. A wail began to wind up from his lips but was cut short as the side of her gloved hand chopped the side of his neck and he fell senseless to the ground.
With a cold hard stare, the mature librarian turned her attention back to the remaining lad. With heightened attention Lilly felt herself looking forward at what this amazing woman would do next. “Please” the youth whined. He was actually scared of the mature woman. “Too late” was all she said, her face hard and stern. He actually tried to run but she caught his arm and applied some kind of arm-hold that made him yelp in pain. Forcing him to face her, the tall woman hammered the point of her wide knee deep into his belly BLAM! His mouth dropped open in a silent wail as he creased forwards. The stern looking woman looked magnificent as she raised a thigh-boot high into the air and held it vertically over the young man as he bent forwards. Lilly felt complete awe of the other woman as she held her leg up, perfectly steady and with amazing flexibility. She held it pointing upwards for several long seconds without use of her hands for support. Lilly saw the boy’s eyes wide with fear as the cramps in his stomach kept him bent forward like a condemned prisoner waiting for the axe to fall. She’s doing it on purpose to demonstrate her dominance, Lilly realised with excitement. Suddenly, the long PVC boot dropped like a guillotine striking the back of the lad’s neck. “Hai!” THUD! He dropped like a stone to the floor, out cold.
With four of their gang unmoving upon the ground the others began to scatter. “And don’t let me catch you smoking behind the library again or you’ll also find out how bad it is for your health” she admonished as they fled. “That was amazing” Lilly told the older woman as she joined her. More significant than that, she had actually felt very turned on watching a normal woman, not some Kung Fu star; totally dominate these youths with martial arts. “Four lads, so fast” she gasped in admiration.
The one that she had thrown over her shoulder stirred and tried to quickly get up to make his getaway but Pauline seized him by the wrist. She forced him to stand in front of Lilly while he danced in pain from the wristlock. “See this?” she says indicating the front of his trousers. He has an erection. “Men really do get turned on by this?” Lilly asked. “Not all, but it is good to find the ones that do” the dominant librarian replied.
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