First Night with Aunt Lauren

F/W - After reading the rough draft of this while I was editing, I realized how heavy-handed and preachy it read. It is also not generally what I like to read when reading porn stories so sorry… long and not any sex. It'll also take a turn away from the original concept which some people may not like. But I didn't know how else to do it, so sorry.

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Well, it was pretty fucking obvious what she was pulling. I was glad. I was tired and fucking Aunt Saige once again and having to hear about her nag about her dildo being stolen while I was knee-deep in her cunt wasn’t on my list of priorities. Sure, it would be a small “problem” fucking my hot Aunt again but rest once in a while isn’t all that bad. After eating, I had taken a shower and scrubbed my junk extra hard. It was ridiculous that I was expecting something to happen. But you never could be too safe.

After my shower, I started packing up for my work. The door creaked opened, and Aunt Lauren came inside.

“I always thought you were so bashful about such subjects,” I said just briefly glancing at her and buttoning up my work uniform. “But it seems your acting fooled Aunt Saige.”

“I’ve run out of options. This place is crazy. I might as well act crazy,” Aunt Lauren said harshly. “You can put away your work shit. I called your workplace and said you were quitting due to stress.”

“You what?” I said, staring at her indignantly. “I need my job. I need money.”

“I don’t care. You aren’t going anywhere. You’ll stay at home here. I’ll fetch your food. You’ll tell me when you need to go to the washroom, and I’ll escort you there. I don’t know how it works, but I don’t want you fucking your Aunt Saige or Iris either.” Aunt Lauren said, arms crossed.

“So you are just going to put me in a bubble?” I asked. “You know you can’t “protect” me like this forever.”

Aunt Lauren didn’t reply and said, “Close your ears.”

“What?”

Aunt Lauren reached for one of my headphones. “Don’t take these off of you will really pay. And I don’t mean sexually, mister.”

Aunt Lauren plugged my headphones into her phone and played music on high. The track was Fleetwood Mac’s Dreams; I believe.

I could see her face contort like she was screaming. The headphone wasn’t completely noise-canceling and I could make out what I believe were fabricated sounds of sexual ecstasy.

“♪Thunder only happens OH GOD ADAM FUCK when it’s raining… YOU’RE FUCKING ME… Players only love you SO DEEP when they’re playing ♪…”

I was rock hard by the time she reached “Little Lies” by the same band. I was also enamored by the lengths my Aunt Lauren would go to to protect me from these “cruel” punishments. Her face reddened as she tried to look away as she shouted words of ecstasy, keeping her hands on the side of my head and clenching the headphones towards my ears and making fake orgasm noises. How I’d wish, then I can make her cry like that for real.

This went on for a while, and she left me there, heated and hard by the background noises. Aunt Lauren left me alone in my room after the “show,” and I went on my computer to browse the internet. I wanted to beat one out, but I was afraid Aunt Lauren barge in on me watching milf porn with redheaded dopplebangers of her. When it was around midnight, Aunt Lauren came in again and repeated the headphones exercises, making her fake wails of ecstasy while I sat on my bed with the headphones covering my ears late into the night. As part of my “punishment,” Aunt Lauren had promised to stay in my room for the night and keep me up all night, a lie of course.

“You sleep on the bed,” I said.

“I’m not sleeping with you on the bed,” Aunt Lauren replied.

“I’ll sleep on the ground,” I said, going in my closet and pulling out a sleeping roll and extra blankets.

“Thank you, Adam,” Aunt Lauren said and sighed. “I’m sorry. Sometimes I forget you are a victim of this as well.”

“Victim? I’m living the dream life,” I exclaimed lying on the ground.

“How long has it been going on for you?” Aunt Lauren asked lying on my bed.

“Two days…?” I answered staring up at the ceiling.

“Two days? And you think you are living the dream life? Just wait until a year passes and say the same thing.” Aunt Lauren said.

“I can’t see it changing,” I said.

“I’ll make sure it changes,” Aunt Lauren said.

“As I said before, you can’t put me in a bubble forever. I’ll need to go to school. You have your job remember?”

“You are right. But at least for this weekend, I can protect you. As for school, you aren’t going back. At least the private school you attend now.”

“What?!” I said.

“I’ve already made calls. You’ll finish out the rest of your school year at an all-boys Military school and then enroll in West Point. I looked at the faculty and staff of both, and they are run completely by men,” Aunt Lauren said. “I’ve figured you probably don’t get punished by men the same way you do by women. Otherwise, you wouldn’t be so happy all the time.”

“You can’t do that. You already said I’m an adult. I can make my own decisions,” I said.

“You’ll do it. You’ll do it because it’s the right thing to do. You’ll do it cause you won’t get any of the inheritance your father left you if you don’t. He left it to me to give it to you and make the decision whether or not you deserve it.” Aunt Lauren said.

“Money? Who the fuck needs loads of money. Men only want to be rich so they can get pussy, and I get that for free!” I said.

“Oh, honey… that’s just a sad way to live and think,” Aunt Lauren said. “Money isn’t everything sure, but it can give you the freedom to do what you want. Travel, build a business, learn whatever you want and not worry about your next paycheck.”

I chewed on it. “Who needs that when you got an all-you-can-fuck buffet for the rest of your life.”

Aunt Lauren sighed again, “Do you know how many male pornstars commit suicide every year or are driven into a life of hard ****? Do you know how many men castrate themselves because it’s the only way of escaping their sexual urges? Do addicts seem happy? What happens when your punishment stop becoming fun and becomes routines? Addicts will always search for new thrills to bring them back to that high. Looking at your kinky porn searches, it won’t be long till the same happens to you in real life. How much will you do or are willing to bring yourself to seek a new sexual pleasure to recapture that old feeling that no doubt will leave you when sex no longer becomes special but mundane. Adam… don’t you see? You are a **** who loves his chains.”

“I’m not a ****. You are hyperbolic,” I said.

“You think you have a choice, but you only have a choice of an infant who is only given treats and candy. Except you know better. You know what a diet like that will do you. That’s not freedom. It’s slavery to your urges. What happens if you are say… stuck in a retirement home? Do you enjoy old ladies?” Aunt Lauren asked.

I was revolted. My balls shrank inside of me. “Umm… Look. It’s obvious the creator or whoever made this world is a pervert who made it for me to enjoy. Even if I ended in a retirement home, I’m sure a hot nurse or attendant will pop out of nowhere and punish me.”

“Let’s say that does happen. Are you free to escape that? Are you free to choose what happens?” Aunt Lauren asked.

“Umm.. well, probably. I could just leave the retirement home. It’s a stupid question cause I’d never end up there.” I said.

“You will. I’ll tell Uncle Tony to put you in one if you don’t do what I say and go to the Military school and then West Point,” Aunt Lauren said.

“He won’t agree!”

“Uncle Tony is a man. I assume if he were told that you stole your Aunt’s dildo for your own use, he would have **** to punish you conventionally. I can make sure to use a male robotic voice and tell him while he’s alone and he’ll decide your fate without coming to me or Aunt Saige with that ridiculous sexual punishment,” Aunt Lauren said.

“So **** and bribery. That’s how you’ll get me to drop out of school and enroll in that stupid school?” I asked.

“I’m doing this because I love you, Adam. You’ll understand later in life that it’s what’s best for you,” Aunt Lauren said.

I sighed. Aunt Lauren really thought all this through. Her compassion for me really made me love her for it. But she was wrong. I was free, and I could juggle being a good well-adjusted person despite my circumstances. All throughout her tirade, however, I wish Aunt Lauren would stop using her lips for lecturing and instead put them on my mouth and cock. What would happen if I were to use her sexually now? Aunt Lauren would resist at first, but after a few good shoves of my dick into her cunt, I’m sure she would grow to like it…. And who could stop me? I could just say it’s a punishment? God, what was I thinking?

I slept after that.