Zoey checks if I'm okay.

In a daze, I stumble down the stairs, holding the railing for dear life to compensate for my weak knees. My prim and proper aunt just punished me through some sloppy French-kissing and forcing me to man-handle her butt… and then, she threatened to have me savage her asshole if I don’t clean my room. This had to be a dream, that was the only explanation! A very long, very realistic dream...

As I pass the kitchen, Zoey calls me over with an apologetic look.

“Hey Adam, you doing okay? Silvia wasn’t too rough on you, right?” I raised an eyebrow, unsure of how to broach this very strange topic.

“She, uh, really let me have it.”

“Oh my gosh, tell me she didn’t suck your cock! I told her some make-out and ass-grabbing would be enough and that you could just clean your room when you got back from school.” Zoey had a look of genuine concern, which didn’t exactly make the situation any more clear.

“Um, no, she didn’t, ah… suck me.” I whispered the last words, practically singed by the taboo nature of the conversation, “She made me kiss her and touch her ass.”

“Ah, well, that’s better than making you blow loads inside her baby-maker, huh?” Zoey laughed and I nervously fake-chuckled in response, “You should get going. Your aunt and I have the day off, so we’re going shopping. Ciao!” She pinched my cheek lightly and gave me a warm smile, as if she didn’t just joke about impregnating her lesbian fiancée. This was just too weird.

As I stepped outside, I saw the bus rounding the corner and I wondered if the whole world had gone mad or if this was an elaborate prank. Why were these punishments so... sexual?

I needed a test to find out.