Aunt Lauren Takes it Upon Herself

I was tired. The next few classes I attended and behaved myself. Madame Laurent had called in sick, and a male substitute teacher attended our French class, and we watched Amélie on the classroom television. Molly was searching my locker as I prepared to go home. She found nothing but still gave me the Im-watching-you-like-a-hawk look and threatening speech. Molly walked away in an awkward fashion, probably still sore from our last engagement.

When I got home, both Aunt Lauren’s and Aunt Saige’s cars were in the driveway. I sighed. I dreaded facing Aunt Lauren and having to explain all this again. She was an outsider to my world, and frankly, it was like one of those annoying ass guardian angels on my shoulder, preventing me from doing what I really wanted.

As I was going to the fridge to get something to eat, Aunt Lauren and Aunt Saige were both having tea in the dining room table. I ignored them and went to the refrigerator to get some leftover pasta.

“Adam, you are home. Your Aunt Lauren and I were just talking about you,” Aunt Saige said.

I started the microwave and grabbed a banana off the table and asked, “Yeah, what about?”

“Aunt Lauren says she will take your punishment personally into her own hands,” Aunt Saige said with a devilish smile. I felt like spitting out my half-chewed banana.

“And here I was just thinking, how to punish you for stealing one of my… possessions,” Aunt Saige said, probably referring to her missing dildo. “You didn’t think I notice you pilfered that you pervert? I was so angry until your Aunt Lauren volunteered to take it upon herself to make you suffer.”

I gulped and swallowed my banana. “Oh, really. And how is Aunt Lauren going to do that?”

“Don’t worry about it, Saige. I know his every kinks and weakness. I’ll eat his asshole. I’ll make him eat mine. I’ll lick every part of his body.” Aunt Lauren replied in a calm, reassuring manner. “His headmaster told me all his porn searches, and I’m going to go down them one by one, don’t you fret.”

Something was off about Aunt Lauren’s face. I remember as a travel journalist; she did videos for Youtube and some TV channels. She was putting on that face she put on in front of cameras.

“That’s wonderful, Lauren. You were acting so strange earlier but now you are here you see tough love is the only way to get through to him,” Aunt Saige said.

“I agree. It’s clear that the brat only learns by blowing his load all over my face. I’ll make sure to suck out all the misbehavior from him if you know what I mean,” Aunt Lauren said, and they both laughed.

“Are you sure you don’t want any help, Lauren? The two of us punishing him would be much better. I’m sure the kid will finally straighten up after that,” Aunt Saige said.

“Have some sympathy for the poor boy. Let’s not go overboard yet,” Aunt Lauren relented.

“The path he is headed, it will eventually come to that. We may have to get Iris in on it too,” Aunt Saige said.

“Don’t worry, after I’m through with him he won’t cause any more problems,” Aunt Lauren said and then stared at me intensely. It was the look the cold chilling look a mother gave a troublesome child that was acting out in public he was “in for it” later.

I shivered.

“Adam doesn’t have anything to do right now,” Aunt Saige remarked. “You should punish him now. I really want to watch you do it.”

It was then that Aunt Lauren’s face broke for a second. “He's… he’s eating now. I’ll punish him tonight and keep him up all night. I won’t leave his room. He’ll spend the whole night reflecting on what he did. On top of me, of course. Or under.”

“Lauren, just don’t keep Tony and me up with his cries,” Aunt Saige said.

“I can’t make any promises.” Aunt Lauren winked.

I took my pasta and went up to my room. Was Aunt Lauren fucking serious? No, it’s got to be a ploy.