Chapter 9

My Aunt ordered me down on my knees to eat her pussy. She explained in broad terms that it was all right to give myself permission to fantasize about things I’d like to do without any intention of doing them. She also said the same about fantasizing about other people who probably wouldn’t fantasize about me.

“Do you think I would ever actually bring Brunna here? Audition with her on stage, and offer to dance for men together as a mother and daughter? Teach her how to hustle men and get away with letting them slip the tip of their dick into your pussy while you dance for them?”

I couldn’t answer because my tongue darted in and out of her soaked pussy. She caressed my hair and directed me to apply tiny circular kisses to her clit.

“As long as she doesn’t know you fantasize about that, what harm is there? You could fantasize about Hermione Granger or Kim Kardashian spreading their asses on stage too. They’ll never be wiser, and what is the harm?”

“You don’t think she’d be angry if she knew we talked about it?” I managed to ask.

“I think she’d be a little flattered, but why would she ever find out? If it helps you to get your rocks off. There are some fantasies that I want to live out and some that are just that – fantasies. I’d love to be a stripper again. Young, dumb, full of cum, and making 1600 a night? I am way too old to do that. Now I’d be like those over-the-hill bitches scraping by on day shift in there now. It may be an adventure to do it for a month or two, but I wouldn’t want to live that way forever.”

It was hot imagining my Aunt giving up her dignity and being a stripper that charges strangers for dances for a few months. She noticed how hard my cock was and told me to keep my hands behind my back.

I couldn’t wait to finally orgasm. The anticipation of that feeling was driving me crazy – not touching myself only made it more intense.

My Aunt Gloria let me eat her out behind the dumpster for twenty minutes. It was difficult to remain on my knees, and my neck hurt. She kept encouraging me and telling me what a good boy I was. “Suck my clit into your mouth, that’s it, flick it with your tongue.”

Meanwhile, cars pulled in and out of the parking lot, and we heard voices. She told me to keep licking and sucking even if they caught us. The possibility that we’d get caught was very real, and it felt like she wanted that to happen. “You have to trust me, Jason. Do you trust me? You don’t look like you do. You look like you think I am a crazy old bitch.”I nodded that I trusted her. Gloria could be crass and blunt when she wanted to be. I liked this naughty, direct side of her. It was so unexpected and I didn’t think of her as a bitch at all.

When she was satisfied with my performance, she let me put my clothes on and called us another Uber. We walked a little way from the club so that the Uber would not register the club’s address.

This time we had an Asian woman who giggled a lot and got a little lost. She spoke very little English. This suited my Aunt just fine. She made me sit down in the backseat floorboards and face her.

“It’s fine,” my Aunt dismissed any concern the driver might have when she looked in the backseat.

“Oh, okay,” the smiling Asian woman nodded passively.

“Rub my feet, Pet,” my Aunt lounged while I removed her shoes and massaged her feet lovingly. They smelled of sweat. She coaxed me a little on how to rub her heels and touch her feet in ways that pleasured her.

“I thought you’d really enjoy that little escapade. I am actually surprised,” she said. It was clear that my Aunt was testing me to see what I enjoyed. Our next stop was to actually eat some food. We had chicken fingers at a fast food place. She ordered for me.

I brought the food over to the table, and she had me set it out for her. “Good boy,” she smiled politely. “You may sit but keep your hands flat on the table until I tell you to eat.”

It was a strange request, but I did as my Aunt instructed. We had discussed this when we went over the rules. She wanted to remind me of the new rules. It seemed to please her to make me wait.

“At the table at home, I want you to start serving the family, setting the table, and putting away the dishes. That usually falls to me and your mother. You’ll offer to do that,” she reminded me.

I nodded.

She told me that I slouched and that I needed to learn to walk with my shoulders back, head up, and sit up when I was eating. “I own you, and you are a reflection upon me now. If you sit sloppy and lazy, then your behavior will be sloppy and lazy.”

There was some truth to that observation. I was generally sloppy and lazy. I usually took the easiest way out of every chore or assignment in school. I was smart enough to get all A’s in my classes. I remained in the C+

to B- range because I always put in just enough effort to pass on any subject other than the ones that interested me.

I didn’t tell her that, or she would have probably added a rule about school.

“Will this continue after Summer vacation?”

“I do not have all the rules worked out, Jason. I think I would enjoy that, but I probably won’t get to see you as often when the vacation is over. Would you like to be owned by me after summer vacation?”

“Isn’t ownership permanent?”

“Do you remember that black girl that said her friend owned her?”

I nodded.

“There is no paperwork filed like when you buy a car that makes it official and no court of law that will make you honor your agreement. You have to learn to trust me, and I have to learn to trust you.”

I found it intriguing to think she had to ‘trust’ me. I was the one who was surrendering my free will. She trusted me to honor my agreement after she had put so much work into making it with me.

The two of them probably have an understanding, and Porsche probably takes whatever Maya makes.”

“That sounds like abuse or exploitation?”

“It could be, but Maya probably knows what she likes. Do you know how you have to chain up a dog, or it will run away? Well, you don’t have to with cats. You just keep feeding it daily and giving it what it needs, and it stays.”

I didn’t get that metaphor back then. Maya was getting something from the relationship with Porsche that was worth more to her than money. I didn’t know their situation, but I imagined they were roommates.

“They probably have put less thought into their relationship than you and I have on the first day. It lasts until it doesn’t, and then it’s over. I want this to work with you, Jason. I want to learn what turns your screws and drives you wild, and I want you to learn me – my body, my mind. I have a kinky side, and you are seeing it. I am not ALWAYS horny, but I am always ready to have my pussy licked. Towards the end, when you were eating me out behind the dumpster, you got bored and started licking the tips of my labia. I allowed you to explore, but it didn’t do anything for me.”

I was embarrassed that she let me play and didn’t correct me. “That’s okay; I like it when you explore me. There is a difference between not minding something and not liking it at all. I’ll tell you when you do something that I do not want. If I don’t, then it’s on me. I am letting you know what I enjoy and what I do not.”

I liked that philosophy.

“Can I do the same?”

“For now, yes. When I learn what you are into, though, I’ll ask and give you an opportunity to address the rules.”

It seemed like a double standard, and yet I could understand why it had to be that way.

“Am I a slave? A submissive? A servant?” I asked. Maya had called herself a ‘submissive,’ and I thought that I knew what that was.

“Yes.”

My Aunt snickered that I was all three. That confused me but sort of thrilled me, and I blushed.

“Right now, I think of you more as my minion. I didn’t realize how fun it was to have my own minion.”

I was picking at my food.

You will set the table, and when you are finally seated, with your palms face down, I’ll acknowledge you in some way. I’ll ask about your day or tell you to take some of the food. You’ll begin eating, and you will eat ALL of it like its pussy.”

“What happens if I am not hungry?”

“Jason, don’t look for ways you can fail, look for ways you can succeed.”

She paused for a few moments and decided. “I do not want to punish you because that isn’t the relationship that I want with you. I want you to succeed, Jason, and want to serve me. I’ll probably cut you off, and you won’t like that.”

“Cut me off?”

“From my pussy; you like my pussy, don’t you?”

She assured me that she wanted me to thrive and that she was trying to figure out what motivated me. We stopped at a dollar store on the way back. She bought an electric toothbrush for Brunna. “Thank you for telling me about that. If she does it again, tell me all about it,” she said. “In fact, text me,” she insisted.

“I feel bad tattling on my cousin,” I said.

“You will do what I tell you, Jason, and don’t feel bad. My daughter shouldn’t be parading around in the dark, playing with herself where you can see her. She may act stupid, but she probably knew you were watching.”

I did not see what Brunna would get out of that and found that highly doubtful - more “pillow talk.”

She took me into the dressing room of a nearby store and had me try on some clothes that she chose for me. She walked right in with me, and nobody questioned it because she was old enough to be my mother.

“Strip, Jason, all the way. “Shirt and all,” my Aunt admired my scrawny body. “Turn around and bend over. Hold your cheeks apart for me.”

I was about to call it quits- this was too freaky.

“Do I own your cock,” she reached under my body while I was bent over and held my balls firmly. They were tight.

“Yes, but not my ass,” I said.

“Yes, your asshole too; watch,” she demonstrated by kneeling between my spread legs. My Aunt Gloria squatted between my legs and lovingly tongued my asshole, pressing her wet lips as if she was kissing my ass. I found the experience excruciatingly humiliating and, at the same time – a massive turn-on. I couldn’t believe my Aunt really would lick my asshole.

“You will be doing this to me, but I am not afraid to reciprocate,” she assured me. “I think I’ll bring Brunna here and make her walk out of the dressing room in just panties and a bra and follow me around the store. Would you like that?”

“We might get kicked out.”

“We might. Who cares? We are on vacation. You may never pass this way again.”

“Or someone may catch it on video, it goes viral, and I become a meme about the boy with the hard-on at Dollar General,” I said.

“You are so afraid of everything, it’s sexy, and it is also tiresome. I do not want you to be a robot with no fear, but if I tell you to walk out into the dollar store in just your underwear. You will. Now watch me.”

My Aunt disrobed down to her panties and a blouse and casually walked around the store as if she belonged there. Gloria checked the racks for other clothes. A worker eventually confronted her, and my Aunt apologized and said, “Oh, sorry, I just thought I’d slip out for a second and grab something, and then I got distracted,” and came back to the dressing room.

That turned me on. She squatted down in the dressing room and sucked my cock while looking up at me. “You can cum in my mouth or all over my face, but not in my hair,” she said. My Aunt kept opening her mouth, and I could see up her nose. I know the nose isn’t an erogenous zone, but it felt really sexy that I could see inside my Aunt’s nose with her head lifted up while she sucked my cock.

“Sometimes, I watch Brunna and Audrey sleeping in the bed. Brunna snores and her mouth hangs open. I imagine jerking off in her mouth from my bed.”

I don’t know why I felt comfortable enough to share that fantasy. She had shared so many with me, but that one seemed a little TOO perverted. I was shocked that Gloria liked it and encouraged me - I felt that familiar sensation as I prepared to shoot my load and have an orgasm.

“Ooh, you should do it,” she said. “She’ll never know why her face is covered in your cream.”

When I started shooting my load, it caught her nose and got all over her face. It looked fantastic to have glazed my Aunt’s face like a jelly donut. Once I finished on my Aunt’s face, she clarified that it was a midnight confession.

“It’s hot to think about, but don’t actually do that to either of them,” my Aunt grinned sheepishly.

“Imagine if I went out there and paid for our stuff like this,” she grinned as she sucked a few drops of cum with her fingers. “Ooopsie-Doopsie, I forgot I had big-boy juice all over my face,” my Aunt’s voice was a parody version of her daughter’s baby-talk that she uses when she wants to act all cute and innocent.

“Yeah, you could get in the Uber with my spunk drying on your face,” I snickered.

“I could go inside the RV and have a conversation with Ellen and Clark and see if they notice,” Gloria continued to wipe my cum with her fingers and lick it.

“What good are midnight confessions if you know you won’t actually do them?” I asked.

My Aunt acknowledged that I had a point. “You just busted a nut on my face. You are making my fantasies come true. It was fun for you to think about raining spunk on your sister and cousin, and I loved your face when you heard me give you the suggestion to do it. You don’t see the problem with actually doing that to them?”

I did. “Then why punish Brunna in front of me to turn me on?”

“Jason Morgan! You think that I punish Brunna in front of you to seduce you and get you hot?” my Aunt feigned outrage at the accusation. She was being facetious at first but replied seriously as she finished cleaning her face. “I don’t intentionally punish Brunna for things that she didn’t genuinely earn. If you get off watching her get punished, then no harm, no foul because I don’t believe in closed-door punishments.”