My name is Tom, I graduated from UCLA a few months ago, and landed a job with a big company in Morristown, New Jersey. The job pays well, but with student loans, and everything else associated with being on my own, I wasn’t sure how I was going to afford living in one of the most expensive regions in the country.
Enter my Aunt Millie. Mom and her younger sister Millie are very close. Millie is 42 years old. She is short, I am guessing 5’ 3”. Her looks remind me of a younger version of the actress Marissa Tomei (the new Spider-man’s mom). She was married to my uncle Don for 8 years, but he died in at work related accident about the time I left for college. Mom told me that Millie waived suing the company in exchange for a quick settlement, which combined with his life insurance gives her enough money that she doesn’t have to work. She’s far from rich, but she owns her house and money isn’t really an issue. She hasn’t re-married, but mom complains about Millie’s revolving door of boyfriends. Not so say that my mom thinks her sister is a slut, it’s more that she just has horrible taste in men. Mom never liked the way uncle Don treated Millie, and the guys she has dated since Don passed seem to be even worse than he was.
Hearing I got a job nearby, Millie offered to let me stay with her in nearby Hackettstown. Famously where they make M&Ms, Hackettstown is not far from my new job. The thought of moving in with my Aunt was only marginally better than moving back home, but free is free, so I agreed. My plan was only to stay with her for as long as it took me to find a place I could afford.
I am creature of habit, and need my daily routines. One of which is keeping a journal. I am an engineer by degree, but my true love is creative writing. I put a lot of thought and effort into my daily entries. Each morning I wake at 5:30am, make a cup of coffee with my treasured Keurig, and write about the events of the prior day. I used to write in the evening before going to bed, but there were too many distractions. I missed too many days. I find mornings, when everyone else is asleep, to be the most conducive time of day to write. Some days I can’t think anything interesting to write about, and on those days my entries are short. But when life gets interesting, I find myself lost in my writing, and before I know, an hour has flown by, and I have to force myself to put my laptop away and to get on with my day.
I’ve now been living with Millie for a little more than two months. She takes good care of me, cooking my meals, doing my laundry, stuff like that. She is pretty, but not stunning; busty, but not ridiculous. She is fit, but no one would confuse her for an athlete. If your mind naturally goes there, you might consider her a MILF, but since she doesn’t dress revealingly, and isn’t overly flirtatious, you would be in the minority. Few people give her a second look. To both the casual observer and to her lifelong friends, she is just a typical boring middle-aged, middle-class suburbanite.
Since I moved in with her, I have discovered that Millie is not boring, nor is she a typical suburbanite. Millie has a secret. A secret she has kept hidden from her family and friends, and only shares a small cadre of confidants. Shortly after I moved in with her, Millie shared her secret with me. I don’t really understand why she did it. The disclosure wasn’t accidental, and wasn’t something I actively tried to uncover.
How it came out was, in-a-word, interesting. As I said earlier, when my life gets interesting, I tend to write very detailed entries in my journal. Since interesting things were happening on a daily basis, I documented the day-to-day happenings in very graphic detail.
I am not a great writer. I will never write the great American novel. I will likely never even try to write anything worth sending to a publisher. But I do enjoy reading porn stories, and last week I realized that posting excerpts from my journal on this site is the closest I will ever come to being a published author.
One final author’s note. You will likely guess Millie’s secret much sooner than I did. Since you found this on a porn site, you have the advantage of having a pretty good idea of how this will play out. I on the other hand was documenting my daily events in real time, so please don’t judge my obliviousness too harshly.
Enough preamble, I hope you enjoy this voyeuristic look into my life.
June 13 – I arrived at my Aunt Millie’s house around 9pm last night. After offering me a cold beverage she showed me around the place. Built in the 50’s, the house is small. I would guess the main house isn’t much more than 1000 square feet. There are two bedrooms, one bathroom, a living room and a kitchen on the main floor. Downstairs there is a room with a TV and some exercise equipment, and a laundry room in a finished basement.
After a quick tour of the house, she told me to put my stuff into the room with the bigger bed. When I tried to argue, she just went quiet. Then mumbled something about me being so tall, and that I should have the larger bed. Changing the topic, she asked about my trip. After grabbing a second beer, we moved to the living room, sat down on an oversized couch and I told her all about my cross-country adventures. I already wrote about my trip, so won’t go into detail again, but she was very attentive. I talked and she listened for nearly an hour. But it had been a long day, and I was tired, so when my beer was empty, I excused myself and headed to bed.
As I write this, I can hear her in the shower. I will give her a few minutes, but hope she hurries, I really need to pee. (authors note, just a reminder, I write these entries each morning, so the events for the most part are the prior day’s events, Hope that makes sense).
June 14-20 (Summarized) The first week was uneventful. I bought some business casual clothing for the new job, worked out, went in to NYC and had pizza. Stuff like that. Millie pretty much did her thing, and I did mine. We both like to run first thing each morning. She frequently does yoga in the evenings before bed.
June 21 – I saw my Aunt naked yesterday. I was in a hurry to get to the office so after my run I headed straight to the bathroom to take a shower. Millie typically leaves for her run after me so I usually return to an empty house. Thinking I was alone, I kicked off my shoes, stripped off my shirt, then opened the bathroom door.
I was half way into the room before realizing that Millie was standing in the tub. Naked. Her foot was resting on the side of the tub, spreading her legs enough to give me an unhindered view of her freshly shaved puss.
My first thought was, “why is she just standing there?” Followed by, “She must have heard the front door slam, why didn’t she cover up?” And then, “I can’t un-see this”. Not that I wanted to, Millie was a beautiful woman. No, correct that, she was hot! With that last thought, my body began to react as any 24-year-old male would react when looking at a hot naked woman.
But before I return to describing the events of yesterday… an aside. I have now had nearly 24 hours to think about the bathtub incident (as I have begun to call it) and I’ve had an insight. Maybe she set the whole thing up. This wasn’t the first incident in the bathroom. The first morning I was at her house she came into the bathroom to get something while I was in the shower. She warned me she was in there and not to come out, so nothing weird. In fact, I didn’t think anything of it at the time because shit like that happens all the time with college roommates. But I now realize that this may have been the beginning of a pattern. A couple days later I walked in on her sitting on the toilet. I would have sworn I heard her leave the house, so again I thought I was alone. But when I opened the bathroom door, there she sat. Obviously with her just sitting there, panties around her ankles, I didn’t see anything. But she didn’t react as I would have expected. In fact, she apologized to me about the lack of a lock and told me not to worry about it.
Then yesterday when I walked in on her, she just stood there, fully exposed. I mean, I was just standing there, likely with my mouth open, staring at her. And she makes no effort to cover herself up. Who does that?
Anyway, back to my narrative.
The shower curtain was pulled to the side, and she’s just standing there with a razor in her hand. As I said, her foot was resting on the tub and there were a few thin lines of shaving cream on her legs and pubic area, so it was obvious that she had just finished shaving.
I immediately began apologizing, “Sorry, Sorry…”
She just deadpans, “No worries, I skipped my run today, sorry if I surprised you”, then calmly reaches over to set the razor down on the sink. As she did so my eyes were drawn to her breasts. As she leaned over they swung free of her chest and swayed side to side. They were firm, full, and looked very inviting.
My brain finally began to work, and I said, “excuse me” and started to back out the room, fumbling for the doorknob.
But she stopped me, saying, “No, you stay. I will get out of your way so you can get ready for work. Can you hand me that towel?”. She then pointed at a small hand towel just out of her reach on the sink. I stepped into the room, picked up the towel, and handed it to her. She took it from me, and used it to wipe the residual shaving cream from between her legs, leaving the thin lines that trailed down her legs.
Now that I had entered the bathroom to hand her the towel, I was between her and the door. This is a small bathroom, basically the width of a bathtub. To exit she was forced to turn sideways to get by. Sliding between me and the wall, her erect nipples rubbed against my bare arm, and her left hand “accidently” brushed my crotch. This was the first time that I realized just how poor a job my running shorts were doing hiding a raging erection.
I didn’t even try to resist the temptation, and turned to watch her as she left the bathroom and walked to her room. Stopping at her doorway and steadying herself by resting a hand on the door frame, she spreading her feet slightly, bent over and wiped the remaining shaving cream from her ankles and legs with the towel I had given her. This maneuver gave me an unforgettable rear view of her puss and asshole.
This was such an obvious come-on, that had she been anyone other than my aunt I would have followed her into the room, thrown her on the bed at fucked her senseless. But as I started to follow her, reason stopped me and instead I closed the bathroom door.
I took a long shower. Long enough to rub off a raging hard-on. As I left the bathroom, towel wrapped around my waist, I thought I heard a familiar noise coming from her room. Millie had closed the door while I was in the shower, so I silently walked over and placed my ear against it. Yep, I thought I recognized that sound. It was the distinct buzz of a Hitachi magic wand. I had a FWB named Jessica during my sophomore year. Jessica was a huge fan of that overpowered vibrator. Realizing I would be late for work, I left Millie to her fun and returning to my room threw my clothes on and headed out the door.
It was all I could do to keep my mind on my new job. I kept thinking about my aunt and what had happened. I spent all day fantasizing that I had followed her to her room and that we had spent the morning fucking. I seriously couldn’t stop thinking about her. I am convinced that she purposely rubbed her tits against me in the bathroom, and that her hand brushing by my cock was also not an accident.
Her skin was lightly tanned, with no discernable swimsuit lines. Which led me to ponder for nearly 20 minutes whether she frequented a tanning salon or tanned au natural in her back yard. As the HR rep droned on about 401Ks, PTO and health plans, my mind was wondering what my mom would say if she knew her sister was seemingly hell bent on seducing me.
When I got home, Millie was downstairs doing yoga. I went down to let her know I was home, and she invited me to join her. She was wearing the thinnest yoga pants I have ever seen, and a tiny sports bra. Both of which left little to the imagination. With her wearing that outfit there was no way I could join her without an erection giving away my interest in her. So I asked for a rain check and instead went for a run. Returning home I grabbed a chicken wing and some salad and went to my room. I watched porn for a while, rubbed one off into my running sock, then rolled over and went to sleep.
June 22 – Last night she asked me to help her lift weights after dinner. I couldn’t say no because she needed me to spot her on the bench. If anything, her clothing was even more revealing than the night before. She is wearing a white sports bra and white yoga pants. She wasn’t wearing anything under either of them, and both are so thin and tight that they look to be painted on. Her workout was intense, and both became so transparent from the sweat, that she might as well have been naked. She looked disappointed when I excused myself after she finished, saying I needed to go for a run. This was the second night in a row I went for an evening run, something I rarely did. I snuck into my room when I got back, and went to bed.
June 23 – Hoping to avoid a repeat of the prior two nights, I stayed late after work and exchanged texts with a couple girls from Tinder, but neither were really interested. By the time I got home Millie had gone to bed.
June 24 – It is Saturday morning, and the first week in my new job has gone surprisingly well. Especially considering how distracted I was by the goings on at home. Millie was in the kitchen when I got home last night. She had again made dinner, which was delicious. I continue to feel guilty about her buying and making all the meals, but she insists it’s fine. Once I get my first paycheck I will go grocery shopping. She left shortly after I got home, saying she had some errands to run, and that she might go out with a friend for drinks.
This was the first time I had the house to myself for an evening. I went to my room, stripped to my boxers, closed my door and watched an episode of “House of Cards” on my iPad. Watching Claire walk around the White House in one clinging sexy dress after another didn’t help me with my crush on my cougar Aunt Millie. I turned Netflix off and put my iPad on the nightstand.
My body relaxed as I closed my eyes and let my mind wander into fantasy.
In my lusty fantasy, Millie silently opened the door and entered my room. The light from the hall showed me she was naked as she dropped to the floor and crawled to my bed. My fantasy continued as I pictured her climbing onto my bed, pulling my boxers down and sucking my cock into her mouth. Her expert tongue and mouth were quickly rewarded as my cock grew rock hard. She began to stroked the shaft with her hand. Our eyes met as her tongue began to flick the tip of my cock. Breaking eye contact, her lust found another target and she began to suck my balls, first sucking one, then the other into her mouth. All the while she continued to stroke my cock shaft, avoiding the sensitive head to ensure I didn’t get too excited, too soon.
Her mouth then returned to my cock, and after working her way up the shaft she placed her mouth over the head and began to alternate between sucking and licking, pumping the shaft with her hand. The feeling was amazing, and I couldn’t hold back for much longer. I reached down and grabbing her head and pressing her onto me I thrust deep into her mouth. Meeting little resistance, my cock slid down her throat and I began to fuck her face. Over and over I thrust until I felt her nose pressing into my groin. Holding her tight against me, she didn’t try to resist, or pull back. Instead, she began to lick my balls. This took me over the edge, and all the pressure that had built up released and a torrent of cum filled her stomach. Amazingly she swallowed every drop, and as I released her head, she sucked every drop from my now softening member.
She licked her lips, and looked at me with satisfaction and said…
“Tom, do you want me to get anything for you at the store?”
The door opened and Aunt Millie stuck her head in, “Oh Shit”.
I was so deep into my fantasy that it took me a second to realize what had just happened. Somehow Millie was standing in the doorway looking at me. She wasn’t supposed to be home, this wasn’t supposed to be happening. Millie had just walked into my room and caught me masturbating.
The lights in my room were off, but the light from the hall provided adequate illumination for Millie to see my cock poking out of my boxers with my hand wrapped around it. The head was covered with a small hand towel, draped there to keep me from spraying the walls and my face with ejaculate. A bottle of lotion sat incriminatingly on the bed stand.
My fantasy had just turned into a nightmare.
Not that this hadn’t happened before, stuff like this happens when you have roommates. But unlike prior occurrences, which had involved roommates and their girlfriends, this was my 40 something year old aunt. Not good.
Our eyes met, and for a second we both froze, then the damnedest thing happened. Millie acted like nothing odd was going on. After her “Oh Shit”, it took her about 5 seconds to compose herself. Then her eyes slowly travelled up from my crotch, which had been their focus. Meeting my gaze she said, “Drinks fell through, so I got home early. The refrigerator is empty so I decided to go to the store. Do you need me to get you anything?”.
I tried to scoot up into a sitting position, pushing my cock back into my shorts and replied, “Nope, I think I’m good”.
That was too much of a straight line for her to resist, so as she pulled the door closed said, “Yes, you certainly do look good”.
A few minutes later I heard the front door close. I had lost the desire to finish my business so I cleaned up and climbed back into bed. I was asleep before Millie got home.
June 25 – Yesterday I realized the only way to stop thinking about Millie, was to find a hot little slut to hook-up with. To that end, I spent most of the day on tinder. I think I may have struck gold with a girl named Julie. She is smoking hot and wants to meet for lunch tomorrow. With luck that will lead to a hookup.
June 26 – During dinner with Millie last night my phone kept buzzing and she was pestering me to tell her who I was texting with. I figured that maybe if she knew I was trying to hook up with a girl from tinder that she might stop trying to seduce me, so I told her about my planned lunch with Julie. To my surprise, she was really excited for me and said that it was about time I got myself laid. The corners of her mouth twisting up in a smile, I was sure she was thinking about other night. Later in the evening she said that if I needed the place to just let her know. She said she would make herself scarce in the basement and that Julie wouldn’t even now she was there. I told her thanks, but that I didn’t expect to need the house.
June 27 – Lunch went well, in fact lunch was great. Julie is 20, and is a receptionist at a used car dealership here in town during the day, and waitresses at a sports bar several times a week in the evening. After lunch, she sexted me a topless shot of her, and asked me to meet her at the sports bar after her shift ended at 9. I got there early, and she seemed happy to see me. She asked if I wanted anything, and I ordered a beer. When she brought it over she told me she would be off in about 15 minutes. I said no worries and began watching ESPN on one of the big screens. Julie’s uniform was basically a knockoff of the Hooters tight top and shorts, except hers was light blue, and the top was cropped, showing off her flat abs.
When her shift ended, Julie went into the back and came out with a little black dress on, joined me at the table, and asked how my afternoon had gone? That led to a few minutes of small talk, before she asked me if I had a place we could go. Caught off guard I realized I would need Millie’s house, and replied, “Sure”. We both had cars, so I gave her the address and escorted her to her car. Always the gentleman I even opened the door for her. On my way to Millie’s I sent her a quick text, to which she replied, “LOL, NP, she won’t know I am here”.
Julie then followed me in her car to Millie’s. True to her word, Millie was nowhere to be seen, but I assumed she was downstairs. Julie asked about the house, so I had to admit that I was living with my aunt until I could get a place of my own, and that she was out with friends and wouldn’t be home tonight. Julie thought it was cool, and asked how it was living with her. I stuck with the boring details, saying that she was nice and that she cooked me dinner and did my laundry. She laughed and said, “oh, so just like living with your mom”. I lied when I said, “yea, pretty much”.
Anyway, we hadn’t been in the house 5 minutes before Julie heads back to the bedrooms and asks, “which bedroom is yours?”, I follow her and taking her by the hand lead her into my room. I didn’t close the door completely behind me, because I wanted Millie to hear me fucking Julie, leaving no doubt in her mind that I wasn’t interested in her.
I helped Julie out of her dress off, she was naked underneath. Once naked, she did a bit of a dance for me. She has a great body.
There is a desk and a chair in my room. She had me sit on the edge of the desk while she sat in the chair and gave me a blow job. She was good, but I could tell she had learned how to give a blow job watching internet porn. There was lots of slapping my dick around on the side of her face, and smacking of lips. Her hair kept getting in the way, so finally just held it for her. Once she had me good and hard, she stood up, turned around, knelt on the chair, and said, “Fuck me”. Quickly followed by, “But not in my ass.”, then “Do you have a condom?” Then after a pause, “And some lube? You are really big.”
I did have condoms, and some lube. But I hadn’t fully unpacked and wasn’t sure which box they were in. You would think I would have been better prepared, but no. It took a few minutes, but I found the condoms in the 3rd box I looked in, and the lube in the 5th. By then I was back to being limp, so she waved me over to fluff me back up. Once I was hard again she put the condom on me and coated it liberally with lube.
I then spun the chair around and spread her shaved pussy and began to push my cock into her. She was really tight, and the chair was on wheels, so she and the chair began to roll across the floor. I pinned the chair against the desk, but the chair kept swiveling. This wasn’t going to work, and I said as much. I pulled out and we moved over to the bed. She lay down on her back and showed an amazing level of flexibility as she pulled her knees up to her ears. In this position, I had something to push against and since we were both well lubed I slid about ¾ of my cock into her. That seemed about as far as I was going to get, so I began to fuck her. Slowly at first, then speeding up. As she became more excited I could thrust deeper. Her eyes rolled back in her head as I bottomed out, and she began to shake in her first orgasm.
She was one noisy fuck. With each thrust she would let out a little grunt. Then she began to cry “Yes”, with each thrust. When she came, she started moaning a deep guttural “Aaaaaaaaaaaaaa” from somewhere in the back of her throat. She was so loud that I began second guessing leaving the door open.
Looking up at the door, I noticed Millie standing in the hall watching us through the slightly open doorway. She was naked, and her hand was feverishly rubbing between her legs. A bit distracted I slowed my thrusting, which Julie did not appreciate. Without opening her eyes, she said in a very determined and intense voice, “Fuck me! Don’t you fucking stop! Fuck me!”. This brought me back to the business at hand, and I slammed my cock deep into her, and doubled the speed. She seemed very appreciative of this, and her vocalizations increased as her eyelids opened and her eyes rolled back into her head. Chancing one more look at the door I realized Millie was gone. Returning my focus on Julie I continued to pound her, and shortly after that I came.
Rolling off her, I sat down on the floor. She crawled across the bed and climbed under the covers. In less than a minute she was asleep. I watched her for a few a minutes. When I realized that she had really fallen asleep in my bed, I got up, went to the bathroom, and flushed the condom. Returning to my room, I considered my options, then just climbed into bed next to her.
This morning I woke up with her next to me, all snuggled in. My door was still open and I could smell bacon and hear food cooking in the kitchen. I looked at the clock. It was 7am, I had slept in.
Julie woke up as I got out of bed and went to the bathroom. By the time I got back to the room, she was up and had pulled the dress on. Her shoes in one hand she headed into the bathroom. Two minutes later she was heading towards the door, saying a quick “hi/bye” to Millie, then she was gone.
Millie offered me a plate with scrambled eggs and 2 pieces of bacon, then said with a wry smile, “She was nice”
June 28 – When I got home from work last night, Millie wasn’t there. She had left a note saying that there was a salad in the refrigerator, and that she had gone out. I binge watched a few more episodes of House of Cards, then escaped for an evening run. I texted a bit with Julie. She had to close tonight, so couldn’t come over. I never heard Millie come in, but her bedroom door was closed this morning, so I assume she made it home last night.
June 29 – Saturday morning! Another week, another dollar-fifty. I slept in, and since it was Saturday I varied my normal routine, running before writing in my journal. Anyway, Millie was up and cleaning the kitchen as I headed out to run. I asked her if she had fun last night. She mumbled something, but I didn’t really hear her answer. I was too focused on her wrists. Specifically, at the bright red markings on both of her wrists. I didn’t know what to say, so I didn’t say anything, but it bothered me as I ran.
When I got back to the house I asked her what happened to her wrists, but she didn’t want to talk about it. Deciding to let it go for now, I sat down in the kitchen to eat a bowl of cereal, and asked about her plans for the weekend. She joined me at the table, but noticeably winced when she sat down on the hard kitchen chairs. OK, now it wasn’t just her wrists, she could barely sit down.
I couldn’t let it go, and pushed the issue, but no matter what I said, I couldn’t get her to talk about what happened to her last night. I was mad at her for covering up for whomever hurt her that I finally left the house in disgust. I needed to get away from her, and since I had to get the oil in my car changed and run some errands I just left. But I was determined to press the issue again when I got home.
The errands took longer than expected, so it was early evening by the time I got home. I went into the house, and found her on the couch reading. She tries to hide it, but I can see that she is sitting on an ice pack. This just makes me mad, and I am right back into the argument, our voices slowly rising until I yell at her, “You can’t just cover this up! If this guy hurt you, you need to report him, so he doesn’t hurt anyone else!”
She yelled back, “You have no idea what you’re talking about, it’s not what you think! You don’t understand!”
Sensing I had her, I lowered my voice and asked calmly, “What is there to not understand?”
She went quiet and just looked at me. She realizes that she has given me the opening I wanted, and now she has no choice but to explain what I don’t understand. I can see the cogs in her head turning as she looks for a way out.
I break the silence and firmly say, “Show me what he did to you.”
She reacts differently to my new tone of voice and submissively nods her head in agreement. Standing up she unbuttons her shorts, hooks her thumbs into the waistband and pulls her shorts and panties to her knees, then turns around.
“Holy shit”! is all I manage to say.
Her ass is bright red and streaked with purple lines. It looks like she was whipped with a stick. And then there is the other thing. She has a jeweled plug in her ass.
Pulling her shorts back up, she turns back around to face me, and asks in a very subdued voice. “Is that what you wanted to see”?
I start to say something, then stop.
Unsure of herself, she continues, “Before you say anything, let me explain. Not everyone is into vanilla sex like your little plaything Juuuulieeee”. Her voice lilted condescendingly as she said Julie’s name.
“I like...”, but her voice trails off, as she stops to gather her thoughts. “No”. Another pause, then “Correct that…”, another pause. Then with a rush, “To get off, I need what I need, and sometimes that means things get a little rough”.
Another pause, as she gives me time to process what she was saying. But I just stare at her blankly. I’m not stupid, and I understood exactly what she was saying. But I am not about to let her off without details. I wanted to hear details. This was hot.
And it worked. She continued, “You poor little innocent little thing, you still don’t get it. The guy I went out with last night tied me to his bed and whipped my ass. Then he fucked my ass, and when he was done, he shoved that plug up my ass so his cum wouldn’t leak out.”
She tried to stare at me defiantly, but I could see it was an act. She couldn’t pull defiant off. As we stood there watching each other, each waiting for the other to break the silence, it was broken for us. The doorbell rang… and we both jumped.
Recovering first, Millie walked over to the door and looked out.
“I don’t believe it, what is he doing here?
“Who”, I ask.
Looking defeated, she replies, “Looks like you get to meet my Prince Charming”, and opens the door.
Standing in the doorway is a 50-something middle-aged man. He is in decent physical shape and I guess moderately handsome. Not waiting to be invited in, he steps into the room. Ignoring Millie, he puts his hand out says, “You must be Tom, I’m Rob. Millie told me about you last night.”
Ignoring his extended hand, I get to the point immediately with, “What the hell did you hit her with last night? Her ass looks like raw hamburger”
Showing little emotion, he drops his hand, and looks at Millie, studying her. She looks down in abject submission.
Then turning back to me, he says simply, “A wooden kitchen spoon”.
Then with mirth in his voice, he continues, “She showed you that, did she? I guess I’m not surprised, but don’t yell at me. I just did what she paid me to do”
“Paid you?”, I ask, my voice raising in a question.
“Yep”, he said, “$200 bucks for 3 hours. For that kind of money, she gets to set the rules, and I just follow them. First time she had me whip her that hard.” Then with a smirk continued, “Something, or someone must have made her feel that she really needed to be punished for something”
I wasn’t believing a word of it. I knew his type. Hell, in a lot of ways I was just like him, or at least in my fantasy life I was. I knew what it was like to want to dominate a willing woman, to punish her. My mom cheated on my dad, first making me lie to him. Then after getting caught, leaving him and taking me with her. My life was never the same, and I have never forgiven her for dragging me around with her and for turning my life upside-down. There were days I wanted to tie her to a bed and…. My mind was racing, but I realized that Rob and Millie were just looking at me.
I returned to the present. “If that’s the case, is she paying you to be here NOW”, I emphasized the last word. “What the fuck are you doing here now?”
He smiled and looked at Millie, “She knows… Hand it over”.
Millie looked daggers at Rob, and I thought she might tell me he was full of shit. This was when she was going to tell me that he was a lying bastard, and finally tell me that he beat and raped her.
I was about to pull my phone out of my pocket to call the cops, when Millie unbuttons her shorts. She slides them down, and this time they drop to the floor.
Stepping out of her shorts, she reaches behind her and with a grimace, pulls the plug from her ass. Millie looks at it and starts to wipe it off on her blouse. With an almost imperceptible shake of his head, Rob stops her, and I watch her place the ass-end of the butt-plug into her mouth.
She rolls it around in her mouth. I can see her tongue working to clean every surface. While doing this her eyes are closed, and I see a change come over her. She softens, begins to sway a little, losing her balance, she reaches out with her free hand and supports herself on a chairback. This is turning her on.
Finishing, Millie now opens her eyes as she removes the plug from her mouth. Looking a bit embarrassed, see hands it to Rob.
All business, he looks at Millie and says, “Thank you. Call me again if this kid gets you all worked up again”. Then he turns to me and says, “You should fuck her. Give her what she needs. Last night was bad, she really hurt herself, and I’d rather not revisit that state of mind. Not really my thing.” With that he turned and let himself out of the house.
I watched him go, then turned to look at Millie. She was looking at me, tears welling up in her eyes, which she blinked away as she bowed her head and stared at the floor.
I studied her. Was she embarrassed, or was it something else I had seen in her eyes.
She continued to stand there, naked from the waist down, her eyes cast down. Then betrayed by her body, she absently lifted her right-hand to her chest and began pinching and twisting her left nipple, while the fingers of her left-hand reached down and began to stroke her clit.
She seemed oblivious now to my presence.
What was I supposed to do? Should I pretend that nothing had happened, that nothing was happening, or should I say something and try to comfort her. Maybe lead her to her room.
Then I noticed a milky liquid begin to run down her inner thighs. At first I thought she had peed, then realized what I saw was pussy juices running down her legs. Her breathing was heavy, and though her head was bowed, I could see her cheeks had begun to flush. Then her whole body began to shake. Without lifting her eyes, she simply said, “I need to go”. Turning, she walked stiff legged to her bedroom, closing the door behind her.
I didn’t know what to do. My brain was on overload, part of me was confused, maybe even disgusted by what I had just seen, but another part was extremely turned on. I slumped onto the couch and stared at her closed bedroom door. My mind kept racing through my options, ignore her, or comfort her. Should I just give her privacy, leave and come back later, pretend nothing had happened. Or should I go knock on the door and comfort her. Say everything would be fine.
But it wasn’t ok. We could never return to just roommates, and the whole Aunt / Nephew dynamic was pretty much out of the question.
It is amazing how fast the brain works, because within minutes I realized that neither of these options would ever work. Then as I sat there, staring at her door, trying to figure it out, a third option popped into my head. I should go fuck her.
The thought horrified and thrilled me. My first reaction was, I can’t do that, that’s wrong.
But the more I thought about it, the more I wanted to do it. Want quickly turned to need, but I was still not committed. Not sure what I was going to do, I got up off the couch, and walked to her door.
I would just open the door to check on her. See if she was ok. Just open the door, no harm in that. I could still back out.
I opened the door and looked in.
Millie lay flat on her bed, her feet hanging over the bed. She was face down, with her legs clenched tightly together. I heard the buzz of her vibrator, and recognized the power cord of a Hitachi Magic wand snaking from the outlet by her bed over her thigh and disappearing between her legs, its powerful rubber head was clearly pressed firmly against her clit. Her left arm disappeared under her holding the vibrator, while her right hand pumped a large dildo into her ass. Her face was pressed into her pillow, but I could make out muffled sounds of ecstasy.
I just stood there watching. Not saying a word. Trying to process what I was seeing. Millie had just been through what I assumed was the most humiliating event of her life, and instead of curling up in a ball and crying, as I had expected, she had come into her room for this.
As I watched her, my hand found my cock, and using spit and pre-cum for lube I began to slowly masturbate. Millie must have sensed me there, because she turned her head and looked at me. The punishment of her asshole slowed briefly, then resumed, her strokes now matching my strokes.
We continued like that, eyes locked, matching stroke for stroke until she broke the spell.
Pulling the dildo from her ass, she slid her knees to the edge of the bed, then raised up on her knees. Face down, ass up, her open asshole beckoned to be filled.
I know knew exactly what I would do. I would fuck her. I would fuck her hard. This would not be making love, this would be hard, selfish, animal sex. It was clearly what she wanted, what she needed, and right now that suited me just fine.
I needed no further invitation. I crossed the room, positioned myself behind her, pressed my cock against her gaping asshole, and slid balls deep into her.
Her breath caught as I slammed into her. Despite being spread open by the plug and dildo, her sphincter resisted my entry, and squeezed my cock firmly as it slid deep into her.
When she had changed positions, she had lowered the vibrator, but as I began to fuck her ass, she pushed the head of the vibrator into her cunt. The pulsing vibrations in her cunt added to my pleasure as I pounded deep into her asshole.
This was amazing, I had fucked my share of coeds while in college, but nothing had ever felt like this. I controlled my pace, and rammed her balls deep, over and over, holding her hips and pulling her onto me. My pace increased as I neared the end, but I didn’t want to finish in her ass. I remembered my fantasy of the other night, and seeing her go ass-to-mouth with her plug, I knew what I wanted.
I pushed her off my cock.
Reaching down, I grabbed a her by the hair and pulled her face to my cock, her body following. Anticipating my intent, she took my cock in her hand and guided it to her open mouth. I leaned forward and my cock disappeared into her mouth, sliding deep into throat. Gripping her head, I began to fuck her face. Slowly at first, but increasing the pace as my pleasure built.
My fantasy, and then some, was actually happening. It felt so good, and I was so excited, I couldn’t hold back any longer as streams of hot cum exploded down her throat. Pulling most of the way out, I filled her mouth with my seed. She greedily sucked my cockhead, swallowing every drop from my twitching balls.
Finished, I let her go, and sat down on her bed.
Sliding to the floor, she knelt between my legs, and began to expertly clean me with her tongue. With a look of hunger merged with lust-fueled-depravity, she bowed her head and licked the length of my shaft clean. I lay back in bliss, half-on and half-off the bed. She spread my legs apart, and began to suck and play with my balls, taking each in turn, into her mouth. Then lifting my legs, and laying them over her shoulders, she continued to clean under my ball sack, down the inside of my thighs, and finished by spreading my ass cheeks and licking my asshole clean.
When she satisfied herself that I was completely clean, she rolled out from under my legs, and curled up on the floor at my feet.
I just lay on my back, staring at the ceiling trying to process what had just happened.
I had spent the morning, angry that someone had assaulted Millie. I had come home expecting a troublesome argument about why she needed to report the scumbag to the police. Only to find out that she had been a willing and consenting, no make that, instigating party to the events of the night before.
It was now clear to me that Millie got off on submission and humiliation. The events of the past few weeks, her terrible taste in men, all made sense. She had been passed from one dominant male to another. Likely starting with her husband Don. She had now chosen me. I had no clue exactly what that meant, but thus far, I liked it.
I looked at her curled up at my feet, her eyes closed, a contented smile on her face. The entire time we were fucking she had focused on my pleasure, and now she lay in about as submissive a position as possible. Curled up like a bitch at my feet.
Looking at her, I was overcome with the need to hold her, to reassure her that I cared for her, and that her efforts had made me feel wonderful. I reached down, and softly taking her in my arms, picked her up. She turned, wrapped her arms around me and hugged me. I carried her like that into my bedroom.
As I entered my room and saw my bed the epiphany hit. I finally realized the true reason she had given me this room. She had given me the master bedroom. From the very beginning, when I had walked into this house she had tried to tell me what my coming to live here meant to her.
I stood there, holding her in my arms and looking at that bed, and realized I couldn’t put her there. It was not “her” bed, and it would never be “our” bed. That was her master’s bed, my bed. She might be invited into it occasionally, but never to sleep.
I turned and carried her back into her room. Laying her softly on her bed, I snuggled up behind her. She relaxed as I wrapped my arms around her, and pressing back into my warmth, she promptly fell asleep.
I lay there, listening to her breathe for nearly an hour. She seemed so relaxed and contented here in my arms. As I untangled myself and rolled out of her bed, I was confident that I had made the right choices tonight.
I took a long hot shower, then climbed into my bed naked. My mind was spinning, thinking about all that had happened since I had moved in. The events, and my perception of them. But primarily that everything about living with Millie was now different.
Laying there, it took a while, but eventually a plan began to from. The more I thought of it, the clearer it became, and the more confident I was that I was the correct course for Millie. We would start a new relationship in the morning. I hadn’t figured everything out, but I knew how tomorrow would begin.
I drifted off to sleep thinking, this will be interesting.
