Chapter 15

After that experience I was well and truly lost to lust. I decided that I was going to stop looking a gift horse in the mouth and fully embrace the powers of the ring.

Oddly, I wasn’t interested in girls my age, I was more interested in mature women most especially their kinks. The fact that they kept them carefully hidden under a cover of self-righteousness made them all the more alluring.

That meant the church ladies. Delicious lewdness under layers of judgmental disapproval.

I decided to start with my Aunt Jean. As I mentioned, Aunt Jean was difficult woman. She looked down her nose at the rest of us unfortunate mortals with a judgmental glare. A perfectionist—a high handed perfectionist.

I decided to explore her secrets to tease them out into the open.

My stepmother, Sandra called and said she had to work a double, so I figured I tonight was my chance. I slipped the ring on, and I walked next door with a pot of stew to share with her for dinner. Aunt Jean was a terrible cook, and it wasn’t unusual for me to fix dinner for her on the nights Sandra had to work.

I was surprised to find she had a visitor.

Mrs. Vincent was a fifty something woman, divorced like Aunt Jean. According to Sandra who was a gossip like the rest of them, she was a very unhappy woman. I just thought she was a bitch. When her niece had gotten in a family way, she was the first to condemn what she called her lewd behavior.

Their talk ceased the moment I walked in the door, but soon picked up as the ring’s magic took effect.

Aunt Jean decided to break out some wine and poured them each a glass, the stew went in the oven on warm. They continued their conversation.

Aunt Jean had changed into her housedress, and I noticed her titties right away. Her nipples were stiffening up as I watched. I noticed Mrs. Vincent gave me a disapproving look as when she saw where I was looking.

I grinned and gave her tits a good look too. She was a tall woman with dark brown hair and a pear-shaped body. Tiny tits on the top and big hips and ass on the bottom. I noticed her arms were really hairy. Of course, my mind went immediately to wondering whether her pussy was a hairy one or not.

Shameless.

She glared and turned her attention back to Aunt Jean.

“I’m worried about Linda these days.”

Linda was her daughter, a nineteen-year-old knock out who was a freshman at Oakmont Junior College.

“How come?” Aunt Jean asked. “Linda is a perfectly sweet girl. Never given you an ounce of trouble.”

“Well, she’s dating a football player. A big husky fellow, Sam Arnold is his name. And well you know how they are. Always taking advantage of girls with their big hands and muscular buttocks. Sex crazy they are. He had the nerve to give my behind looking over like I was a piece of meat!”

“No! Oh my God, what did you do?” Aunt Jean was sitting forward in her chair like she was eager to get the latest.

“Well with a man like that what can you do? They have their way regardless of what a person wants. I just let him look. But I was sure sorry that I wasn’t wearing a bra, you know how my nipples are. They were sticking out shamefully.”

Apparently, they had forgotten I was there, or thanks to the ring didn’t care.

“Oh My God,” Jean said again. “Do you think he’s forcing himself on poor Linda?”

“I’m sure of it. Last night when she came home from her date and went to bed, I checked her panties. They were soaked. I took a taste and it was his spend sure enough. The big brute had fucked her poor innocent pussy.” She blushed. “I am so sorry to be so crude. I don’t know what came over me.”

She didn’t look sorry though. Her eyes were shiny, and her mouth parted.

“You are so naughty,” Aunt Jean laughed. Then asked, “You tasted your daughter’s pussy spend. What did it taste like? One time Fred came home drunk and made me suck him and it tasted awful.”

“Oh MY GOD, he made you suck him. I’ve heard that in France the women do that all the time. Can you imagine.” She blushed. “It was so nasty naughty tasting his spend, like I was tasting it right out of my poor daughter’s virgin pussy. She shaves it, can you imagine?”

“Oh my, she does? When did you see her pussy?”

“Oh, I walked in on her when she was in the bath.”

That got me going for sure. I got lost trying to imagine Linda’s poor naked virgin pussy. So, I missed a couple of sentences of conversation. I felt a nudge. Aunt Jean had gotten up to get more wine. I looked up and found her looking at me with a mischievous look in her eyes.

“You know Annabelle, you were complaining how your legs hurt, you should let Steven rub them for you. My sister taught him some massage techniques. He’s quite good.”

By now they were well on their second bottle of wine. The stew warming in the oven was forgotten.

“I’ve got a robe for you. Come on back.”

They both giggled and went back to change.

You can imagine how I felt. I adjusted my cock and mentally thanked my uncle for my good fortune. I was alive with curiosity to find what my Aunt Jean was up to.

They came back with Mrs. Vincent wearing one of Aunt Jean’s house dresses. It was a thin one with colorful flowers on it. I could tell right away that she had taken her bra off because her gumdrop sized nipples stuck right out.

My eyes fixed on them right away. She blushed but didn’t say anything.

Aunt Jean took charge.

“Sit right there, Annabelle.” She pointed to the chair she had been sitting in when I rubbed her feet.

Mrs. Vincent was obviously nervous, but I could see she was excited too.