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My Aunt – My Slave

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This past year has been quite the rollercoaster for me – not so many ups and a whole lot of downs. Both of my parents were killed suddenly leaving me to fend for myself. I was twenty-three years old and had just been accepted into graduate school for psychology. Luckily my parents had made plans that left me without needing to worry about financial issues for the rest of my life. They also left me with a very large house with a mortgage that was paid off due to their untimely deaths. The problem was it was way too large for me and the maintenance/upkeep was more than I could handle. This is where my mother’s sister entered the picture.My aunt (Rachel) was thirty-six years old, and while ten years younger than my mother, they had been very close. It was Rachel who had told me about my parents and helped me through the entire mourning process. She had also convinced me to sell my parents’ house and buy a smaller place near the university and next to her home.Rachel and my mother were obvious sisters. They looked almost identical except they chose different hairstyles. Rachel kept hers in a long wedge hairstyle similar to Raquel Welch. It truly framed her bright face. Both sisters were 5’8” and 125 pounds, muscular yet with curves enough to be all women. They both loved to dress up and go out to the frequent stares of all men. My father would just smile with both women wrapped on his arms.As I was getting my new home in order, I was going through many of the boxes that had been packed from my parents’ home. Most of them were being donated and scaled-down as my place was much, much smaller. One of the rooms was going to be my office/study for graduate school. A number of boxes had been dumped there by the movers. I saw a box that had my mother’s handwriting bahis şirketleri on it. This was particularly odd as it must have been packed prior to her passing. With some trepidation, I opened it. At first, I saw lots of family photos and photos of me as a child. As I got to the bottom half of the box, I saw another box contained within the larger one. I pulled it out and opened the top of the box, immediately dropping it. What I saw had shocked me to the core. These were naked photos of my mother and father. The photos spilled all over the floor and seemed to look up at me. Staring at them, they began to draw me – to need to look at them.I knelt to collect them all together and my eyes fell upon a picture of my mother. She was dressed in a matching shelf bra and garter set that truly accented her figure. Her nipples were quite obvious and excited. There was a slight landing strip above very full, prominent sex lips. The look in her eyes was that of a smoldering, aroused woman.I looked at the next picture and was shocked to see my aunt next to my mother. Both were in lingerie but my aunt was kneeling at the foot of my mother. A collar was attached to her throat and a small chain extended to my mother’s hand. My aunt’s eyes were cast down in a very submissive manner.The more that I looked through the photos it became obvious that my parents had a Dominant/submissive relationship and that my aunt was their pet. Not as an animal but as someone submissive to them both. My mother’s diary was also in one of the boxes.I had always found my aunt to be extremely attractive and would steal glances whenever I could. For the next few days, I could do nothing but stare at the pictures of my aunt. My parents had photographed her in various graphic poses, totally submitting bahis firmaları to each of them. The more they required of her submission, the more she seemed to smolder. There were many photographs that showed her thighs flooded with arousal. This fueled my own arousal and fantasies.After a couple of days, a thought came to the forefront of my mind. I wondered if she would submit to me. The more I thought of it, the more I wanted it. While I wanted her to submit to me, she was still my aunt and I didn’t want to ruin whatever relationship I might have with what was basically left of my family. The question was how I could go about getting her to submit and not run.A plan began to form in my mind.I asked my aunt to help me go through some boxes and begin to pack things away. She came over the following Friday to begin helping. I had left various pictures where they could be “innocently” found by her.As she was working on boxes in the spare bedroom she came across a picture of her acting coy. In the photograph, she was naked with one hand covering the small patch of hair between her thighs and her other hand with a finger to her lips. I could hear a gasp in the other room as she discovered the photograph. Acting as nonchalantly as possible, she walked to her purse and tried to hide the picture inside. As I walked into the room she appeared flustered and her face crimson.I went about working in the office. My aunt grabbed another box and took it into the living room. I had left two photographs in that box. One of the photographs had my aunt on her knees with my father’s cock in her mouth. Her hands were bound behind her and she was looking up at my father. The other photograph was of her on her hands and knees while my father took her doggy style. kaçak bahis siteleri Both her wrists and ankles had leather restraints. About five minutes later I heard another loud gasp as she found the pictures at the bottom of the box. I walked past the room and she quickly shoved the photographs under the sofa cushion.I let a minute or two pass before returning to let her know that I had ordered a pizza for the two of us. It was obvious that she was shaken, and could not look directly at me. Her face and neck were very flushed and I could see her hands shaking.After the pizza was delivered, I walked into the kitchen to find her standing at the counter. This was the opportunity I was looking for. I stepped up close behind her and dropped another picture on the counter in front of her. In this photograph, she was kneeling between my parents, with my father’s huge cock draped over her shoulder. A collar/leash was attached to her neck. My father’s come was dripping off her face. Before she could react I closed what gap there was between us and grabbed her by the neck. A slight scream escaped her throat as I placed my mouth next to her ear and whispered, “You told me that I inherited EVERYTHING my parents owned. I think they owned you too. That makes you mine!” Her body slumped into mine.Barely audible, she said “we need to….” Loudly, I told her to shush.Grabbing the hair on the back of her head I steered her to the kitchen table. Bending her over the edge, I kicked her feet shoulder-width apart. Before she could respond, I reached under her skirt and was delighted to find that she was au natural. Placing one hand on the small of her back to hold her in place, I lifted the skirt over her hips. The heart-shaped globes that I had dreamt of so many times were clearly in view.I could hear my aunt’s voice in a distant fog but I was not going to be denied. My hand snaked itself between her thighs to explore her meaty pussy. Like in the photographs, her meaty lips were exposed and very smooth.

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