Aunties Crisis  
By Crossmanx at - crossmanx@hotmail.co.uk - comments and ideas welcome.
A crisis, calls for change and something new, which can also be fun too!


Aunties Crisis

She was asleep and all that Bradley could do was to stand there and look,
stare and watch her. The sun was hot and even though he was meant to be there
working on the garden, all he could do was stare at the woman who was laying
on the sunlounger. Well, she did look so fine, her body, for a woman of her
age was fit, shapely in all the right places, with a suppleness and her skin
looked so soft. But there was also a firm, toned look to her body, the whole
of her body, and what a body. Well, she was a woman, by the obviously look of
it that worked out and looked after that fine form of hers, so well! But to
him it still looked as if her body, her skin would all be so smooth to the
touch, if he ever got the chance to find out. But really there wasn't any
chance of that, was there!

But Bradley was realistic, maybe not his fantasies, but in his thoughts and he
knew that looking was as far as he was going to get with this woman. So, while
she was lying out there in the sun, dressed in those tight pink shorts and the
white bikini top, allowing the hot sun get to her body. He knew looking was
all he could do. Well, he was just a boy, a youthful lad and a woman, a real
woman like her wouldn't be looking at a boy half her age, plus a touch more,
for her 'fun' would she?

But there were also a few other things here that was going to 'prevent' the
boy for enjoying this real older woman. One was the fact that she was his
teacher, at school, Mrs Clements, Emily. Who surprisingly was also his
favourite teacher, well the brunette who was 43, was fit, was good looking and
was hot! That wasn't just due to the sun that was out either. How did he know
that the woman with the long dark hair, the attractive mature face and large
breasts tucked into that bikini top was 43?

Well, he knew that because 'Mrs Clements' was the 'girlfriend' of his Aunt,
who was 44, and boys, Nephews can have a 'knack' of finding out that kind of
'information.' A schoolboy will only 'research' something when he's really
interested in it and his Aunty and her girlfriend were both something that
really interested this boy! Bradly's Aunt, Aunty Ann another older woman, with
long blond hair and also with just as good a body as her 'friends.' Aunty Ann
was also fit and firm, with a great shape and large tits too. But the Aunt had
had a much plainer look about her, but it was also that plain kind of a look
that could get you 'hooked.' And it had definitely got her Nephew hooked with
her.

Aunty Ann and Uncle Allen had separated nearly 6 months ago now and even
though Bradley hadn't got to the full reasons behind it, he hadn't overheard
it 'all' yet. But he knew, had overheard a few keys words, 'money', 'affairs',
'mismanagement of contracts.' He knew these were all part of the reason for
the separation and as Aunty Ann was still living in the house, he suspected
his Uncle had been caught out at his job with the council! Then about 5 months
ago at school Mrs Clements had left her husband, again with some effort put
into finding out what had happened the boy had 'heard!' 'Complaints',
'backhanders' and 'affairs' all mentioned and Mr Clements was no longer
working at the builder contracts he used to!

This had all given the young lad a number of boyish fanatics, his Aunty, his
favourite teacher now both all alone! Fantasies like doing 'chores' for his
Aunty, being all alone with her in her house, where she'd then seduces him.
Or, there was those thoughts of 'dentition' with Mrs Clements, where again
he'd get seduced by an older woman. Those kinds of boyish fantasise, the ones
that never, ever came true!

But that was all blown away when Mrs Clements and Aunty Ann became 'friends',
that would have been about 4 months ago now, and by friends ... ... ! Well,
they were now living together and the boy had seen them kiss! Yes, they'd
kissed each other, a woman kissing another woman. His Aunt and his teacher
were lesbians and they were being all 'lesbian' together! Now that just opened
up a whole new set of boyish fantasies for Bradley, so many fantasies! But
even this boy knew he could only stand back a look on, yes that was one of his
fantasies, but he also knew really that nothing was going to happen. Not with
him involved, but of course, he could and did still hope, as boys do! Of
course, there were those rumours and boyish remarks made by his friends at
school, the ones he had to laugh off. The ones like 'when you going to join
them?' plus, 'you doing homework with your Aunt and Mrs Clement are you?' and
of course, 'well if they don't like men, you don't stand a chance do you!'
Those kind of 'comments.'

The other thing with all this was that both women were now really fit, not
just that Milf fit, or the mature fit, the older woman good looking, good body
fit! Not even that special 'Aunty Fit' or 'Teacher Fit', more of those
fantasies came to mind again! Of course, they were all that, and more, but
both these women were also physically fit, gym fit. Bradley's Aunt had been
one of those women who'd gone to the gym once maybe twice a week, before she
and Uncle Allen had split up. But after that, his Aunt had become a real
regular at the gym and when Mrs Clements had 'come along' both women where now
always there, working on their bodies. And this could be seen in both woman
and how their even trimer, shapelier and firmer bodies were. They, Aunty Ann
and Mrs Clements, were both real fit Milf's now!

As for the boy Bradley well, he'd had a bit of a pocket money job, going
around doing gardening and other various bits and pieces for people in the
area. Like neighbours, friends of his parents and family, and so as Aunt Ann
was family! The Nephew had started some time ago, before his Uncle had moved
out, not that his Uncle was a bad gardener, he just didn't like doing certain
jobs like mowing the lawn. So, the boy would go around to his Aunt's and
Uncle's house maybe once a fortnight and do the mowing and a couple of other
things. But even so, while he was there at the weekends, he'd seen, heard some
of the arguments that his Aunt and Uncle had had. So, the news of their
separation wasn't so much of a shock as even he could see that that was on the
cards.

Now, with Uncle Allen no longer there the boys 'services' where needed more,
it was mostly in the gardens, which Ann hated doing, and possible a few other
jobs here and there too. But it did cause those fantasies to tick over inside
his boyish head! But then when his teacher, Mrs Clements, Emily had started to
'appear' at his Aunts house when he was mowing the lawn or doing other garden
work. Even this lad had started to wonder, 'what's going on here!' Plus, her
being his teacher from school, and a hot female teacher, but still a teacher
he made sure he was kind of, almost, up to date with his school work, well
sort of. Just to be on the safe side!

But then there had been that time when again he was mowing the lawn, it needed
mowing a lot! When from the garden he'd looked back into his Aunt's house and
seen ... ... ! Seen his Aunty Ann and Mrs Clements kissing, there in the
kitchen, yes both women where actually kissing each other and in such a way
... ... ! That the boy had almost memorised each second of that moment that
he'd seen! It was a short time after that, when, there was no announcement,
but everyone 'knew' that they were kind of an item! Ann and Emily, together,
had even been around to Bradley's house, a stop off to see his parents, who
although they could be a bit prudish, just smiled and pretended that they
where just friends and not a 'couple!' So, nothing was really said about it in
the family and the boy was allowed to keep his garden job around at Aunty
Ann's house. Which of course was just fine as far as Bradley was concerned.

Of course, with all this, with Aunty Ann and Mrs Clements and their new
relationship, Bradley parents being the way they were, made an excuse and put
it all down to some 'midlife crisis.' 'She'll get over it' or 'it's just a
phase she's going through' and of course, 'it'll all sort itself out and
she'll be back with Allen.' Surprisingly some of Emily's 'friends' thought the
same, 'just that time in her life' and 'Emily doesn't know what she really
wants', all that kind of stuff. But the Nephew, the boy Bradley wasn't sure
about that, but if you're going to have a midlife crisis, why not have it with
a hot Milf like Mrs Clements or a sexy Aunty like Ann. He wouldn't mind
knowing a few other women going through a 'midlife crises', if they all looked
like his Aunt and teacher!

But if it was a crisis, it was a good crisis, both women looked and felt
better, there was heathier eating and of course going to the gym more often
too. But there were also a few other signs, apart from the more frequent gym
visits, that both Aunty Ann and his teacher, Mrs Clements, as she was still
called at school. That they had both changed a bit, where a bit more fit! In
many ways and also a bit more 'care free' now, like in the way they dressed.
Aunty Ann was wearing a bit more leather now days and Mrs Clements was a bit
more revelling with some of her outfits at school. Maybe the women were going
through their own 'midlife crisis' after both their marriages had fallen
apart, and 'found 'comfort' in each other. But then again, who cared so long
as ladies carried on looking this good. Bradley certainly didn't mind. Well,
his chances of being seduced both either of both of them had taken a bit of a
nose dive, as they were lesbians now. But then again, he also had one or two
more fantasies to fit the situation now, to keep his mind working, so it
wasn't all bad.

But it was back to today, the here and now and as he stood there in his Aunts
back garden, looking over there to where Emily, Mrs Clement was lying on the
sunlounger in her summer outfit. With her hot body taking in the sun's rays,
the boy felt his mouth go a bit dry as he wondered to himself 'if I can ...
... ' But then she moved, there was a slight moan from her and her shoulders
and arms moved again, as she started to come out of her little sleep there on
the sunlounger. Bradley quickly busied himself clearing up a pile of weeding
from the flower bed that he'd done earlier, lucky it was still there. Then as
he stood up with the weeds in his hands and turned around there was his
teacher who just awoken from her sleep. "Oh! Hi ... er ... Mrs Clements, sorry
Emily ... ... " He still had problems with calling her by her first name
rather than her 'school name' of Mrs Clements. " ... ... I thought you was
asleep."

It was strange that she still went by the name 'Mrs Clements' even though she
was separated and now with another woman! Yes, it was all getting too
complicated for the poor boy. But at least he got away with staring at her as
she'd been asleep there, and it certainly wouldn't have been good to have been
caught being a pervert peeping tom. OK 'maybe' he'd been a bit of a peeping
tom, but who could blame him?

Just at that moment there was a sound, a clanging and banging of the side gate
that led from the front to the rear of the house. The sound made both Emily
and Bradley both look over to that side of the house, where the noise had come
from and where the gate was further around the corner. It couldn't be Ann as
she had a meeting with her solicitors today, about the impending divorce! So,
who was it? Then around the corner of the house came Allen, Uncle Allen, the
man who was soon to be Aunty Ann's ex-husband, and he didn't look too happy
right now!

No, he didn't look happy at all, which was understandable as he'd just heard
from his solicitor of his wives plans to take 'everything!' Allen looked
around, saw the woman, laying there in 'his' garden, looking as if she owned
the place. Plus, his Nephew who was stood there near to 'her', his own Nephew
who'd obviously taken sides! Allen paused a second while he tied to calm
himself, but that wasn't going to happen as he was so dame angry right now.
Emily sat up and swung her legs around on the side of the sunlounger, and now
with her own look of 'annoyance in her lovely face!' While all the time
Bradley just stood there, not quite sure what to do.

"You!" The man knew he couldn't be calm so he was just going to go for it,
"you're the one behind all this aren't you?" He pointed towards Emily, seeing
her as the 'evil one' the one who'd seduced his wife and was now living in
'his' home! Of course, all of Allen's faults were forgotten, his 'handywork'
with money, both at home and at work. His many 'affairs', his 'mismanagement
of council contracts', all of these he easily now forgot about, as he blamed
Emily for all this.

Even if it had been Emily's husband, Trevor, who'd benefited for some of those
dodgy awards of building contracts. With the assistance of a backhander here
and there from Trevor to Allen, but that was just how business was done.
Especially when it came to 'public money.' Allen had guessed some time ago
that not everything was quite right, when Trevor and Emily had invited Allen
and Ann out for a meal after a particular large contacted had been 'awarded!'
As he thought back to that evening, that's when it all started as Ann and
Emily had met for the first time and hit it off so well that night, too well!
'That must have been when she planned to steal his wife from him!' Again,
that's how Allen was thinking about all this, after all he was the innocent
party here!

But if he thought a bit harder back to that evening, was it really the first
time these two ladies had met? Or was it maybe that they'd seen each other in
that club in The City? The one that could be best described as a lap dancing
club by some. The club that on Thursday's had its own, 'ladies' night.' The
club where on Thursday's only ladies were allowed in to enjoy a dink, some
dances for the lovely women that worked there and to enjoy some 'company!' A
club that was quite well known within the female teaching community, as it
provided a nice relaxing, friendly atmosphere, with good 'company'. Especially
after teaching all those horrible students and then having to put up with
'husbands' over the weekends. Thursday's nights at this club were popular with
certain ladies and 'maybe' Ann and Emily had seen each other there first. Who
knows?

Back to the rear garden and seeing his Nephew there, 'taking sides' didn't
help matters at all. As he stormed over to where they both were, Emily stood
up from the sunlounger and Bradley found himself moving closer towards his
teacher. As he felt that by the looks of it, Uncle Allen had lost it right
now, and 'God knowns what he might do!' As he got close to them, the woman
stood there, the young lad was also now close to her too. "Are you trying to
protect her, boy? Are you hoping she's going to suck your dick or something,
well she doesn't like little boys so shove off!" With that the angry Uncle who
was making his way now straight for Bradley shoved his hand into his young
Nephew's chest and with a good hard thrust he sent the boy falling backwards
and away from him.

The boy, the Nephew was taken by surprise by his Uncle doing this, by striking
him, and Bradley went tumbling rearwards. Backwards and all the way over,
sending him falling down onto his arse, on the freshly mowed law of the
garden. Emily gasped in shock at the action of this man to one of his own
family, his own Nephew. No matter what the issues that Emily and he had, he
shouldn't take it out on his Nephew, not like this, that was so wrong. So,
WHACK!

Having acted, just a bit, having moved the interfering boy, his Nephew who had
nothing to do with all this, out the way, he could now deal with the real
problem, the woman. Well, that's how Allen saw it all. After 'moved the boy'
the man then turned back to the woman, the one who he blamed for everything
and the one he was here to sort out. But as he turned, as his head came around
all he saw was a bare foot, high up in the air. Almost at head height, and he
remembered thinking to himself, 'that's strange!' Then the woman's foot,
Emily's foot that she'd sent his way with her high standing swivel kick, her
foot went pounding into the side of this horrible man's face.

It was a good solid blow, one that shocked, stunned and hurt him, taking
Trevor by surprise, sending a shockwave of hurt through his head and body,
plus making him stagger. Yes, it was a good hit, one of those that almost
looked as if it had been practiced. The woman's leg coming around, smashing
into the side of his face like that, well it did make Emily smile, just a bit
to herself as she caught him. Caught him as he'd looked back at her, turning
his head that fraction of a second before she'd struck. Especially with the
instant shocked look on his face, making her wish she'd had a camara for that,
'Ann would love to have seen that picture!'

So good was the blow that it sent Allen staggering back one good large step to
his side, then another smaller step as he shook his head and put his arms out
to steady himself. It was that good a blow and she had so wished she'd had the
camera on her phone running at that moment. But it had also shocked the lad
Bradley from where he was sat there on the lawn, looking up and then seeing
his Aunt's girlfriend kick his Uncle like that. Like she'd just walked out of
some Kung Fu movie, 'Wow!' 'That was kind of cool, and strangely exciting
too!'

As her leg had gone up so had her arms, up and out to help with her balance
initially, but then, as her bare foot struck and was on its way down, she
twisted herself into a better potion. Her leg came down, her arms came back in
and quickly she now reached out and grabbed onto the staggering man. As she
took hold, moved herself to him and partly him to her, followed by, THUD! As
that leg came down it almost bounced back up again. Ready to grab Allen, pull
his upper body to her and also downwards. So, that her bouncing leg could hook
itself as it came up, so she now sent it and her knee up into his falling
body. Which she did do, and so there was another very hard blow that made the
man's body shake with more pain. For the young lad, the boy still there on the
ground seeing all this. it just made him to look up with more awe in his eyes
at this remarkable woman, his teacher. Look in amazement, with his mouth open
wide, at what she was, had done, and with that thought in the back of his
boyish head of, 'what else can she do?'

At the same time, she struck with her knee, she let got of her hold on him, so
that the blow she'd delivered sent him staggering backwards. Plus, it was also
a good hard blow, a knee into his falling chest, which of course, hurt him.
That was a good thing too and it did please the woman, no end. There was no
love lost between these two, as this man here had accused this woman of
stealing his wife, Ann. But Emily knew what a bad man, a bad husband that
Allen had been to Ann, her new girlfriend. At first when the women had 'gotten
together, the pair of them Allen and Emily had just about tolerated each
other. Then the tension had started between them, accusation had been made and
there had been lots of harsh words. But they'd never come to blows, well not
until now that is.

But now there had now been blows, violence, here and now out in the back
garden. As Allen took those couple of steps, staggering backwards and although
there was pain going through his body, he knew the time for him to hurt her
was well and truly overdue! He'd been waiting for this, this opportunity to
have a good go at her, for a while now. As his leg went backwards, he put his
foot down hard, steadying his leg and himself, and now he was ready to hit
her! Allen leant forwards, gritted his teeth as he brought his arm up and his
clenched fist around, and SMACK! OOUUUWWW! He caught the woman Emily, catching
her on her jaw and sending her head, upper body go spinning around.

As his fist struck, he grinned, smiled, it felt good, good to hit the woman
whose fault, this all was. The woman who was to blame for all this. Yes, it
was good to hit her, he even enjoyed it, as a lot of his pent of frustration
had just been released, CRACK! OOWWWHHH! But that was all very short lived, as
the woman, having been hit by him, well she'd came back, back hard and fast
before he could fully enjoy his moment. Enjoy his little victory and before he
could do or try anything else too. Emily had immediately brought her upper
body swinging back, using her core body strength to swipe her upper body back
instantly. Raising her arm, clenching her fist and bringing it around to
strike back, even harder than he'd struck her.

A fist for a fist so to speak as she came back and struck him. Looking
straight into his face, she'd seen him smiling, and seeing that hurt her more
than his fist could have. She hated him and Emily didn't want to give Allen
any satisfaction at all, she wouldn't allow him to have his moment of glory,
so she struck him back, even harder. Her fist struck, and as she looked at him
through her gritted teeth, this moment all seemed to happen in slow motion.
She saw her fist land on the side of his face, she saw his head, vibrate and
tremble, which was good, saw the skin on his face shake in waves. It was an
image she liked, even enjoyed seeing and one she'd hold inside her head,
clearly for a very, very long time.

Allen's head shook as she came back with that strike, he'd though he caught
her out with his comeback, how quickly, how hard and how fast he'd been, but
this strike for her! How she'd managed to comeback like that he'd never know,
but right now he wasn't actually thinking about that, he had to try and
concentrate on what she was going to do next to him! What she did was, THUD!
He felt a blow into his gut, a blow that sent the air out and made his gasp,
she'd caught him a good ern again alright and made his stagger once more. He
took a couple of steps to the rear, to get away and gasp for breath. Which of
course made her grin, even smile as she'd hurt him once again and she was
getting a sense of enjoyment at hurting him now, WHACK!

But she was enjoying the moment a bit too much and thought her punch was more
effective than it really had been. It did hurt him, knocked the wind out,
slightly out of him. But Allen was a determined man and wasn't going to be put
down, just by that blow. He'd caught sight of her smiling, which added to his
determination to get her! So, throwing himself forwards and swinging out at
her, he was sure he'd get her. A right, followed straight up with a left,
WHACK! A good set of quick blows into the woman, getting her on her upper body
near her shoulder. Which made her judder so his second fist came around and
caught Emily across her jaw.

A good couple of blows that now reversed the situation and sent the woman's
feet heading backwards, and at the same time making her think! While this was
happening, young Bradley was, for part of it, just stayed there on the ground,
watching. Taking in how his Aunt's girlfriend, his own teacher was fighting
his Uncle, all very strange but to the boy, very compelling and weirdly
exciting, for whatever reason! But then things had changed and Emily was now
getting hit and that didn't seem right at all.

Bradley pushed himself up and at the same time towards his Uncle, the plan was
to grab onto Uncle Allen, even if the lad could see the anger in his Uncles
face. If Bradley could stop his Uncle, then it would calm the pair of them
down. Well, that was the plan, and the lad hoped it would work! But as Bradley
went up to try and stop all this, all Uncle Allen saw was his Nephew, the one
who was here with 'that woman.' Saw him coming for him, so, SMACK! Out of
anger the Uncle lent over and lashed out at his Nephew, again. He had the
advantage now over that woman and no one, not even his Nephew, was going to
stop him, that's what the man thought.

As he turned and brought his fist around, and even before he'd made contact,
Allen regretted his action. 'It's that bloody woman's fault, if it wasn't for
her ... ... !' But he did hit the lad, his Nephew, who went flying backwards
and was again on his arse on that freshly mowed lawn. Allen, Uncle Allen
froze, 'Shit!' He'd not meant or wanted that to happen and all he could do was
stand there with a look in horror at what he'd done, CRUNCH! UUUHHHH! But as
he stood there, looking down at Bradley who himself looked quite shocked and
shaken by that blow. As Allen stood there, Emily, the boy's teacher, Mrs
Clements had come back and taken revenge. Taken revenge for her girlfriend'
Nephew, and her student who was now laying there after being hit.

The blow for the woman was a hard clenched fist, that had a bit of extra
'something' behind it, well Emily didn't like Allen and seeing him hit such a
'lovely lad', she didn't really think that?' But her fist did hit hard, caught
him, with a really good blow to the side of his jaw, a blow that sent him
staggering over to the side. Staggering, then tumbling, and as he went falling
down to the lawn, WALLOP! The older brunette twisted herself, raised a leg and
sent it flying his way. Sending it into his falling body as she brought it
around and up. Into his gut and making the man shake violently, as it was
really was another good and quick blow.

Allen body shook, the kick from her thrusting foot even, just for a slight
second stopped him from falling and sent him back upwards! If only just a
short way, but still his body did go back up. Then of course it came back down
again. He gasped, coughed and for a second or two stopped breathing as her
foot had gone into him, which of course was so much of a shock. When he did
finally come down to the ground he almost bounced and immediately tried to
curl up to deal with the pain that had gripped him. With him on the floor, and
hurt, Emily quickly went over to the boy Bradley to make sure he was OK.

While the teacher went to look after her student, Allen, who'd caused all
this, quickly tried to pull himself together. He managed, somehow, to scramble
himself upwards. Lucky for him Emily had her back to him so she didn't see him
as he was halfway up and then sent his foot into her back, CRUNCH! The blow
sent her tumble forward and down onto the boy who she was trying to help up.
With the two of them, the woman on top of the boy there on the ground, the man
got himself fully upwards. Even if he did have to hunch his body over as it
still hurt in places. As he got up and with the other two entangled with each
other Allen saw his chance to get out of here, he'd had enough and was hurt so
he'd leave it today! That was a good idea, he'd made his point to the woman
and now knew that his Nephew was on 'her side', but still he regrated hitting
him. So, he turned and left the way he came in by the side gate, realising
that it had not been such a good visit for him!

Emily turned her head to see her girlfriend's soon to be 'Ex' hobbled off and
then he was out of sight, the side gate banged and now it was just her and boy
left there. She turned back to look at Bradley and her hand gently stroked the
side of his young, sweet face as he was just about coming out of the shock of
being hit. "Does it hurt?" The boy moaned and nodded and with her still lying
there on top of him, she lent down and kissed the red, sore part of the side
of his face. That area that had obviously been hit. Bradley's eyes shot wide
open in shock, 'had she ... ... ?' Then as he looked at her, and Emily looked
at Bradley and, she kissed him again, but this time on the lips.

Something went 'click' inside her head and she'd kissed him. She didn't know
why but there it was, she'd kissed him/ Kissed her girlfriends Nephew, kissed
her student, that was bad enough. Kissed the 'boy', and she'd liked it! Then
when she pulled away after enjoying it a bit too much, and looking back at
him, this cute looking boy who was now all red all over and the one who'd
kissed quiet well, for a boy. Then she said, "Remember your Uncle saying ...
... 'are you hoping she'll suck your dick, and she doesn't like little boys',
well" ... ... She grinned now, " ... ... well he was wrong, I do like sucking
on boy's dicks!" Bradley's eye widened, 'did he hear right?'

Emily leant back in and kissed him again and this time as the boy felt her
tongue move into his mouth, 'I did here right!' Out there in the garden which
was secluded by tall trees, which was good, but at this stage neither Emily
and certainly not Bradley even thought about anything like that. As the
woman's hand now, eagerly went down to this boys' trousers, her student. There
was another naughty thought she had. As she got him out 'Oh My!' Now here was
a boy cock that she definitely wanted to suck, was going to ... ...
'OOOWWWHHH!'

As her mouth went down Bradley was sure this must be a dream, but as her
tongue started to work him, he realised that this was just one of his many
fantasies coming truth, how good was that! Desire, took a hold of these two
very quickly, and now it was time for more of his, and her, fantasies to come
true! Like getting his cock trapped in-between his 'teachers' big tits and
while he pounded them, and for her to have one of her own students big boy
cocks! Plus, there was also that naughty thought that she was having her
girlfriends cute Nephew too!

The two of them now rolled around on the freshly mower law, using their
mouths, tongues in as many placed on each other as they could. As the sun went
slowly in behind the newly arrived dark clouds, as he took her from behind on
all fours out there on the lawn and she straddled him and rode his cock. As
they did each other and as the rain started to come down, they just carried
on. After all, where they going to notice a drop of rain in all this. Even
when it started to rain quite hard, he was still ready and hard, plus
enthusiastic to carry on drilling Emily, and she was still excited and eager
to lick and suck on him. How did the boy get this good she wondered? But
finally, even their passion was cooled down by the now heavy rain, everything
has to come to an end at some point. But not before so much had been done and
enjoyed by both of them.

Somewhat exhausted, wet and a bit muddy they made their way back into the
Aunt's house to sort themselves out. There was wet grass all over them so a
shower was in order and that ticked off another fantasy as the boy had his
older teacher in there too. When Aunty Ann returned home the boy, her naughty
Nephew was just making his way out the back door to slip through the side gate
and scoot off. After all he thought that the grin, that was now on his face,
it would give so much away. Emily ran herself a bath and hopped in as she too
though that having been with the boy when her lover returned, well she didn't
know if she could keep a straight face either! So, best for her to stay out
the way while she calmed herself down, just a bit.

When Ann came into the house and went into the kitchen, she was sure she could
see bits of grass here and there, 'strange.' She knew Bradley was going to cut
the grass today, but he'd never been this messy before. She looked out into
the back garden and somehow it all looked messy out there too, not like
Bradley's normal work at all. Upstairs she found Emily in the bath, Ann sat on
the side lent down and kissed her 'friend', as her hand dipped into the water,
under the bubble to hold and gently massage one of her breasts. Then as she
pulled back, looked at Emily's face, into her eyes, and Ann had this feeling
that ... ... !

After all of that it was some days later and Bradley was looking at his work
roster that his secretary had arranged for him. Well, he was looking on the
kitchen calendar back in his home where his Mum would jot down notes as to
who'd phoned up to get the lad round to do some odd jobs. Today he was 'booked
in' to go round to Aunty Ann's, he nervously looked again at the calenda for
the umpteenth time, worried that! Well, since that day when Emily had beat up
Uncle Allen and then he and his teacher had done it on the law, the boy had
been worried sick that his Aunt would find out.

So, worried that his Aunt might find out, that Bradley had even gone around
his Aunt's house the day after all this 'fun on the lawn.' Gone around,
knowing his Aunt was out, as he was fearful as to what state the lawn was in
after all that 'fucking around' literally, with Emily. And it had shocked him,
'Shit!' But he'd gone to work and done the best he could to put it all right
and that's when, at the moment he'd finish, he'd tuned around and saw Emily
there in the kitchen door, smiling and beckoning to him to come to her. Well,
he did look kind of sweet in his school uniform and he was one of her
students, so ... ... ! They fucked again, and again there on the kitchen
floor; it was almost as if they couldn't get enough of it all.

When Ann had got home that evening, she'd seen more bits of grass there on the
kitchen floor and checking the rear garden, and all of a sudden it looked as
if someone had 'tidied it up!' The woman was now more suspicious that
something was going on, so, "Emily Dear, anything you want to tell me ... ...
?"

But it was now today and the boy was due at his Aunt's to do some work! He'd
been keeping his ears open even more now to see if he could pick up anything
as to when his Aunt was out, working or stuff like that. Hoping that he could
find time to nip over and see his 'teacher for some extra homework!' Well at
school she'd been staying more away from him, not that she hadn't enjoyed all
this, quite the opposite. Seeing the lad each day at school, in his uniform
with his boyish looks and 'knowing' what he 'had' and that he could use it so
well. It was all very tempting, far too tempting and she had to keep her mind
on her job rather than what she'd like to do to the boy!

But now as he got to Auntie's house, he could see it just her who was in,
there was no sign of his 'teacher!' 'Dame!' But as Aunty Ann went through a
few things she wanted him to do the boy realised that his Aunt was still hot.
So, he shouldn't feel too 'disappointed' that it was just him and her here,
especially as Aunty was looking so ... ... well so really hot today! As Ann
was going for the leather look today, and what the lad thought was either silk
or satin, but he was just a boy so what did he know.

Aunty Ann was dressed in a pair of high heeled shoes, with a good high heel on
them, making her even taller and even more 'scary', but in a strange and good
way! Then there was a pair of black leather trousers where it was nice and
tight around her arse. The boy new she had good legs but with just the arse,
nice and tight in leather, it somehow looked even better. Then there was this
either silk or statin, something like that, blouse. A cherry red blouse that
had this shine to it which caught the boy's attention. So, did those undone
buttons at the front and the fact that when Aunty turned, moved or was in a
certain position, and he got a good view, there was her full cleavage. Also,
at the right moment there was this sight of a black bra there and maybe, the
boy wasn't too sure as he couldn't make his stare that obvious, but he thought
it was might be a leather bra?

Seeing Aunty like this, there was a quick recap going around inside the now
horny Nephew's head of one his favourite fantasies. The one where his Aunty
... ... , well it a thought that gave Bradley such a boyish grinning smile, so
much so that, "what's up with you?" Aunty Ann's voice brough him back into the
present and made those dirty thoughts quickly disappear "er, nothing." As he
continued with his task of taking that next box down the stairs to add to the
pile down there. Then when all sorted, all these boxes were going out into the
garage, with all the others he'd already put out there.

It didn't take long for the boy to realise that these boxes he was moving from
the attic, and other rooms in his Aunt's house. That all these boxes contained
all his Uncle's things. Aunty Ann was having a big clear out and it was all
her husbands, her soon to be ex-husbands things that were going! As he came
back up the stairs after moving that box, "right in here, there's work for you
in here too!" Aunty Ann was stood by her bedroom and she had this kind of a
look on her face that sort of confused the Nephew, just a bit. Then when she
turned and went into her bedroom, Bradley stopped there at the top of the
stairs and thought to himself, 'does she mean ... ... ?'

"Come on, I want you in here", not too sure if he had the right idea about all
this. As there was this thought, this fantasy, rushing around inside his head
at the speed of light. He nervously made his way to the bedroom door, he could
feel his you heart pumping that bit faster, as he stepped into Auntie's
bedroom! It was a large room with a good size bed in it, the old fashion type,
a large metal frame, complete with bedknobs and all that. Stood by the bed was
Aunty Ann, the woman stood with hips at a jaunty angle and her hands on those
hips. Dressed in black leather and red satin, or was it silk, looking all so
... ... 'Oh My God!' The boys mouth went dry, as he thought to himself 'what
if I now ... ... ?' He made a quick, maybe rash decision, he wouldn't get this
chance again, so, 'dame, let's try it.' He was about to move closer to Aunty
and then he was going to ... ... But just then, DING! DONG!

"Who can that be?" The doorbell stole the moment away from the lad and Aunty
Ann now walked off passed her gawping looking Nephew to go and answer the
door. Bradley took a dep breath and as his Aunty left the room, he could see a
pile of boxes here too. So, suddenly realised that he 'more than likely' had
got the wrong end of the stick with all this, 'if that doorbell hadn't gone
and he'd said or done something ... ... !' That could have been so
embarrassing for him. Imagine trying it on with his Aunt and she didn't want
him, saved by the bell, literally.

A moment or two passed and the from downstairs he could hear some voices, but
didn't take any notice as he was getting over the mistake he'd nearly just
made. Having come so close to making an idiot of himself, it made him think.
But then the voices downstairs got louder and there was a harsh tone and some
quite strong language too, mostly from a male voice, 'what's going on?' The
boy made his way out of his Aunts bedroom and the voices, one in particular,
the man's voice was getting even louder and using more foul language. Then
"you stole my wife ... ... " followed by some more unsavoury language and
without even reaching the top of the stairs and looking down the boy knew this
had to be Emily's husband. If what Bradley had overheard the other day was
correct, he was going to be another soon ex-husband too! So, it could be
understood that he 'wasn't best pleased right now!'

As the boy made his way towards the top of the stairs to look at all this, but
before getting there. There was the sound of, SMACK! The sound of someone
being hit, being slapped and without seeing it, the boy just knew that Aunty
Ann had slapped the man, hard across his face. It was that kind of a sound,
immediately followed by "why you little ... ... " SMACK! OOUUUHHH! Followed by
a second slapping sound as the older woman hadn't taken kindly to being spoken
to like that, even if she'd not allowed him to get his full sentence out.

Bradley now rushed to the top of the stairs to get a look at all this and
there indeed was Emily's soon to be Ex who was holding the side of his face,
and even from where the boy was, he could see that the man's, face was bright
red. It looked a bit like a repeat of the other day, there was one husband
here confronting the 'other' woman in this strange little love triangle! But
this time it was his Aunty and his teachers' husband, as if things couldn't
get even more complicated.

But then again, this man had raised his voice to the woman, so what had he
expected? For her to just do nothing, well, that wasn't Aunty Ann and this man
should have known that she wasn't going to just stand there and take his
abuse. Bradley took a step down the stairs, again he had this overwhelming
desire to protect the woman. But maybe, just maybe his Aunt was able to look
after herself, who knows?

The man, Mr Clements, Trevor, his eye flicked up the stairs as he caught sight
of some movement up there out the corner of his eye. He'd expected to see his
wife but instead it was some boy. He had a rough idea it was this woman's
Nephew, or something like that but now he ignored the boy and was back to
concentrating on the woman. His hand came down from his face and now he
thrusted it straight forwards and towards the woman who'd just slapped him,
'no one, not even a woman and especially this woman, gets away with that!'

He went to punch her, a fist into her face, for slapping him and also for
'taking his wife', there was anger, hatred and a strong desire to just do
something nasty to this woman. "No!" Bradley up those stairs saw all this and
was horrified, he was going to strike his Aunt, that was so wrong and there
was nothing he could do to stop it. The Nephew started to rush down the stairs
to come to Aunty Ann's rescue. But of course, Ann could and would stop him
herself. She certainly wasn't just going to stand there and do nothing. Seeing
his hand move and that twitch in his arm, the older woman knew he was going to
do something against her. But she wasn't going to allow him to do anything
like that, so had made her own move!

Seeing this, Ann had spun herself around, it was good that the hallway was
large, wide and spacious. Plenty of room for her to return the compliment and
have her own go at him. As Trevor's fist had come at her she twisted, spun
away and around, she went rolling along the outside of his outstretched arm
and that male fist that was now punching thin air. She carried on 'rolling'
along his arm, until she was almost past him. That's when she went into the
next part of her move, raising her arm up, hooking it, bringing it up to the
level of her shoulder. Now still spinning along, she sent that arm backwards
and, CRUNCH! As she moved along and flung her arm back, she was now sending
her elbow straight into the back of Trevor's head.

Spinning, revolving along so she could strike him from behind, there was a cry
of sharp, electric pain from Trevor who'd been hit through this spectacular
move. Plus, a loud gasp of amazement from the young Nephew who'd stopped
suddenly halfway down the stairs as he was 'coming to her rescue!' Her
spinning blow to the back of his head had looked incredibly to the boy and
sent Trevor flying forwards. The sharp blow, the pain made him close his eyes
tight and as he stumbled and fell, he didn't see where he was going. There was
a loud crashing sound as Trevor now dropped down into the pile of boxes that
where there.

The boxes containing all of Uncle Allen's stuff, the ones the boy had piled up
there before taking out to the garage. As Trevor had fallen on the boxes there
was the sound of something cracking, breaking inside and that made Ann grin,
smile, just a bit. In those boxes there were all her husband's precious
belongings, and she just knew that obviously some were now broken! Trevor,
raised a clenched fist and slammed it down into the cardboard box he'd
'fallen' into, there was another cracking sound and hopefully more stuff had
been broke. The man was angry at what she'd done, very angry with the one
who'd ruined his marriage! Then he stopped as something caught his eye, he now
quickly reached out and grabbed onto ... ... !

Next to the boxes had been Allen's previous gold bag and clubs, that where
also due to be banished out into the garage. Trevor saw there, reached out and
grabbed onto one of the metal clubs, ready to use it on the woman that he now
had an even deeper hatred for. He yanked at the club, and pulled again and
again, it took a couple of goes before it came out the bag. But now the man
was 'armed' and ready to take on the woman, properly! But his messy, clumsy
way of getting the club gave Ann and a moment to see what he was up to and get
ready for his next move!

He turned, the anger clear on his face as he held the club with both hands and
took a big swing in the direction of Ann. Bradley carried on coming down the
stairs, crying out for the man to stop gain, as the club came around towards
the boys Aunt. But the woman had a good eye, apart from everything else that
was good about her too. She judges his move, got her timing right, then simply
moved backwards, out the way. Allowing the angry man's attempt to just fly
harmlessly past her. Passing her, missing her, and made Trevor even angrier so
he immediately brough the golf club swinging back.

Ann leant backwards a bit further and again the end of the club went by
without making contact. But as it carried on, went back it was heading toward
the stairs where Bradley was coming down and as Trevor's gaze was fixed on the
woman, he wasn't sure where his swing was going, so, WALLOP! Straight into the
chest of the boy coming down 'to rescue the woman!' The blow sent the young
Nephew stagging backwards, falling down on the stairs and stunning him.

The Aunt was also shocked, horrified, livid at seeing her Nephew being struck
by this horrid man, it angered her, 'what the ... ... !' But this was Trevor's
chance with the interfering boy down, and anyway he wasn't any part of all
this, but he was still out the way. But the main thing for the man was that
Ann had been distracted, she wasn't now concentrating on him, which was good,
so maybe the boy did serve a purse in all this, as a distraction! With the
woman distracted by her hurt Nephew, Trevor saw his chance to get her! The
club came swinging back straight away and, WHACK! OOWWWHHH!

The metal club went crashing into the side, into the upper arm, of the woman,
she flinched, he'd hurt her, 'Good!' He took a short swing again, bringing the
club downwards and hitting it against the lower part of that same arm, a
second good strike and he got her again. She'd jolted again, and he was now a
roll, was going to beat this bitch who'd stole his wife with ... ... ! SMACK!
Trevor staggered backwards, the fist, attached to and delivered by Ann's other
arm went straight into the centre on what had been his smiling face. But it
wasn't going to be smiling for long, WHACK!

That second blow sent him staggering further, followed instantly by a third
and fourth blow. That last one from the arm he'd hit with the club and the arm
that was now back in action, and had sent Trevor falling back against the wall
of the hallway. Laying there on the stairs Bradley was now over the shock of
being hit and was watching all this through the railings of the stairs.
Watching his now angry Aunty as she took control of the man and it gave the
boy watching a strange feeling of 'she's so good at this!'

Against the wall and, SMACK! there was another hard fist into his face, blood
from his nose and lip could now been seen as the woman wasn't holding back.
Trevor dropped the club that he'd still been holding. But right now, his head
was too mushy to even think about using that, she saw the club drop, knew he
was hurt and gave one of her smiling, grins, the look of a woman who had
something on her mind! She came in close, and Trevor saw this through hazy
eyes, and he now flinched as she scared him. His hands came up and he even
tried in a panic to push her away, his hands swiped at her, "get away!" Then
luckily one of his hands did caught her!

Well, the fingers of his swishing hand had caught her blouse, caught the open
part of her blouse, that showed that cleavage, and the hand carried on
swishing. There was this ripping sound as the blouse was tugged at, buttons
flew off as the blouse now opened up! Ann wasn't impressed, 'it was ruined',
he'd torn, ripped her blouse, THUD! THUD! She lurked at him, angerly, grabbing
him, pulling him to her then driving her leather covered knee up hard into
groin, THUD! Three good striking blows to hurt him, make him pay for what he'd
just done, wrecking her blouse!

Then another hit as he'd really angered her. She let go and Trevor, now in a
lot of pain started to slip down the wall, while holding what now felt like
his 'broken area.' Ann looked down at her blouse, with its slight tear and a
button missing, "Ruined!" She pulled at the garment, ripped it off of her
ripped, torn top and of course Bradley was watching all this. Mesmerised as
his Aunt, undressing, stripping off, like this! And the boy had been right it
was a leather black bra. As she stood there with her fit, toned, mature, hot
body in leather trousers and bra the younger Nephew got this all too familiar
and strange desire for his sexy Aunt!

"God, she looks amazing!" That was all the boy could think about at that
moment she'd stripped off her blouse off, and she did look amazing. So, the
boy, her Nephew just sat there on the stairs and caried on staring and
smiling. With the Aunty stood there, practically topless and the rest of her
in leather, she was now ready to finish this all off. Ann reached down grabbed
on Trevor before he'd fully slid down to the floor. Then with a good pull,
using her strong female arms she hauled him back upwards. The boy still
staring could see her firm arms, his eyes were fixed on them as he watched
them flex and move, 'awesome and so strong!' The Nephew had a new admiration
for his Aunty and new respect for the obvious strong woman, but there was also
this deep sexual desire for her. Of course, the boy had always liked, wanted
his Aunt, but seeing her now, like this, all he could think of, was how he now
wanted, needed to ... ... Wanted to worship her! 'Was that strange?' the boy
thought, but he didn't really care, after all Aunty Ann was a special woman so
why shouldn't she be ... ... adored?

As the amazing Aunty brought the hurt Trevor upwards, THUD! UUUWWWHHH! A
leather clad knee drove into his stomach, then yanking him up further, WALLOP!
ARRRRHHHH! The same knee but now into his groin, which was quickly followed up
by a second and even a third knee into that part of this 'man's' body. She
only stopped when tears appeared and were running down his cheek, and now the
woman knew that he'd got her message, which was 'you made a mistake, picked on
the wrong woman!' It was also a message that the man wouldn't forget.

Still with a hold on him, she now swung her upper body around and flung
Trevor, his hurt body away and down the hallway of her house. Sending him
tumbling towards the front door, and as he fell and dropped to the floor,
WHACK! Her foot swinging, driving into his body made him carry on moving
towards the front door. When he got there, he looked as if he was in a real
state, hurt, and in pain as he'd crossed the wrong woman, and she'd made him
pay. But in reality, both he and she knew she'd been quite gentle on him, he'd
felt how strong she was, but even he knew she'd not gone full 'hell for
leather' on him, not even dressed like this. He knew she still had more to
give!

He dropped down near to the front door, Ann simply stepped on him, leant over
and opened the door. Flinging it open and at the same time stepping off of him
so she could reach down and grab him. Pulling him up, she once more swung
herself and him at the same time, to throw him out into the street. As he went
flying out, old Mrs Copper was walking past the house for her normal daily
walking of her pet poodle. Ann looked over to the old woman "Good day Mrs
Cooper." Then as Trevor landed out there Ann turned, went back inside,
shutting the door behind her.

Mrs Cooper looked shocked, but then again it was 'that woman', Ann, who looked
as if she wasn't dressed properly either. Over the last few months there had
been a lot of strange things going on there, in 'that house!'. Especially with
that 'other woman' who seemed to be around there far too much! The poodle
sniffed at the hurt man on the floor there, sniffed again and then raised it
leg! Mrs Cooper just shock her head and carried on, things where changing far
too much in this road, it wasn't like the good old days!

Back inside the house and now Ann could concentrate on just her Nephew!
Bradley was still sat there on the steps of the stairs. After watching, seeing
all this, what his Aunt had done, well it had quite excited the lad, in a very
strange way. Now Aunty Ann, the tall, older Milf was making her way down the
hallway towards him, the woman dressed in high heels, leather trousers and
just a leather bra up top, and what a top! This was a woman going through a
midlife crisis? Some 'crisis' she was awesome and looked so sexy, and scary,
but the Nephew kind of liked that She got to the stairs and stepped up a
couple so, even though he was laying, sat there on the stairs she still seemed
to tower so high over him. She looked down at her Nephew and Aunty had a hash.
even nasty, dirty look of her attractive mature face. A look that sent a
shiver down the Nephew's spine.

Now she leant forward, and placed one hand on the banister and moved her leg.
The lad jumped; his body shook as if he was afraid, which maybe he was, but in
a good way. Aunty Ann grinned, even half smiled at her Nephew's reaction. Her
leg moved slowly as her foot came closer towards the boy. To his trousers, to
the area of his crotch. She placed the heel of her shoe onto his cock and as
she slowly moved that heel around the boy gave a low moan. Almost as if this
was a sigh of 'pleasure!' The woman, the Aunty now did smile, she moved her
foot, much to her boy's disappointment but this was replaced by her hand as
she came in closer, 'Oh God!'

The smile was now definitely a dirty grin as she was more than just a bit
impressed with what she could feel there. Something big and growing. Bradley
was more than a handful and now Aunty found herself 'interested!' Her hand
moved up his body to his face, where she stroked the side of his face and as
the Nephew sighed with pleasure, ARRRRHHHHH! Aunty Ann grabbed onto his hair
and started to make her way up the stairs, dragging the boy along as she moved
up them. Up to the top and along the landing, still dragging the boy along
like a naught puppy. Dragging him all the way to her bedroom!

In the bedroom the woman once more showed her strength and as hauled him
upwards and tossed the boy, her boy over towards that big bed that was there
in the room. As he stumbled and staggered over there to the bed Bradley was
worried, ecstatic, scared, happy, anxious, frightened as to what was going to
happen next. He fell onto the edge of the bed and immediately slid off and to
the floor. He now sat there looking, scared and excited, up at this quite
dominate woman. Aunty Ann came up close, leather trousers, leather bra, hands
on slender hips, looking down at her Nephew, "like what you see boy?" The
answer was of course there in his big blues eyes, that she liked, and the
scared look on his face, which she loved, and that boy bulge in his trousers,
that she was going to enjoy!

"On your knees", there was a commanding tone in her voice, her orders and of
course the boy obeyed. As he got to his knees Aunty Ann spun herself around
and shoved her firm leather covered arse into his face. In those tight
trousers it looked so juicy and incredible, and all he could do was, 'worship'
it. The Nephew moved closer to his Aunt's firm, round, tight arse. Bradley
opened his mouth, stuck his tongue out and licked, kissed, bit, run his teeth
along that fine leather covered rear of this older woman. All in the most
respectful and desirable way, and, 'it all tasted so good!'

The Aunty made her boy Nephew show his respect for her, his tongue, lips went
all over her arse, up and down each of her legs, he sucked on the heels of her
shoes. Each time he did something good she stripped, ripped an item of
clothing off of him. Then when he was naked and he'd licked her entire body,
only then did she drag him up onto the bed with her and when he'd been a
really good boy with his tongue. Only then did she allow him to start to
remove an item of her clothing. Then when they were both naked, she threw him
down on the bed and then she fucked him. The Milf used the lad, the older
woman took the boy, the Aunty had her Nephew!

Aunty Ann had her Nephew in so many different ways and he did please her, as
he should do, and to her delightful surprise, he pleased her so, so much! The
boy was good, so much so that she went back for more, more of his boy cock in
a way only an Aunty can enjoy! How did the boy get this good she wondered?
Then after he'd pleased her, so much, she allowed her new boy to 'enjoy
himself', well he had been so good, and good boys are allowed a treat, now and
again! She brought the lad to an orgasm where he nearly passed out, it was
that good, well she had made him wait for it. Made him stay good and hard
while she took her pleasure, while his tongue, mouth and cock worked their
boyish magic on her body. So, she allowed him to cum, and he produced so much
that the woman became thirsty for more, so she worked him over all again!

It was much later when a very tired and very, very happy boy left his Aunt's
house to head back home and straight to bed, to rest. A short while after he'd
left, Emily was back home, she hated staying late at school for parents'
evenings. With all those Mums & Dads who thought their little child was 'so
wonderful!' She hated them. In the hallway she saw the boxes there that looked
in a mess, not what she expected form Ann, who was normally so tidy and there
was one of her girlfriend's satin blouses there on the floor, all ripped?
'Strange!' Especially as it was one of those blouses that she only wore when
she wanted sex, wanted to tease, tempt and lure someone into her web of
desire! Of course, Emily knew all this too well. It was the kind of top she'd
worn the first time they'd met at that club in The City. But why would Ann be
wearing this if she only had Bradley coming over to help with the boxes? "Ann
Dear, anything you want to tell me ... ... ?"

The next few days for Bradley were quite worrying, exciting for the boy, as
he'd now had both his teacher and his Aunt, 'WOW!' Both amazing women, older
women, Milf's, both different and both women that he could do and wanted to do
over and over again, but ... ... ! But now it was all just a bit, complicated!
He wondered what was going to happen next, or maybe who was going to be next?
Well, he prayed there would be a 'next!' But now having done his Aunt and his
Aunt's girlfriend it did make the situation here different, to say the least!

A couple of days went by and nothing, not a thing. There were no messages to
go around and 'do some work' at his Aunt's. At school he couldn't even catch
Emily's eye, let an along get the chance to talk to or be alone with her!
Right now, Bradly didn't quite know what to do next? Then ... ... ! Then the
boy's Mum put a note on the kitchen calendar for him to go around to Aunty
Ann's in the morning! Tomorrow was Saturday, and tomorrow took a long, long
time to come around as he waited and he wondered what was in store for him,
and who it would be?

But tomorrow did finally come around, and there he was making his way through
the side gate of his Aunt's house, wondering who it would be? As he walked
around the corner and there into the rear garden of his Aunt's house, "OH!"

As the boy turned that corner the sight that now behold him was ... ... well
he didn't quite know what to make of it. But it stopped him in his tracks and
made the lad stare in amazement. There was Aunty Ann, Uncle Allen, his teacher
Emily and Trevor all of them in some kind of a melee of men vs women fighting!
And by the looks of it the men, both of them were on the losing side here, yet
again.

The boy had indeed interrupted the men's visit to the house, both Allen and
Trevor had realised that for there next visit it would be better and safer,
for them if they had 'help!' Although nothing had been said they both guessed
that the other had also had a bit of a rough time of it when they'd visited
too. So, both men had come around together, Allen hoping that it would be
Emily who was in and Trevor was wanting Ann to be women who was here. But it
hadn't worked out as the men had hoped, either way. As it happened that both
women were at home, they were both in!

But now, out there in the garden the men, who'd thought they'd just pop round
unannounced were on the receiving end of both women's once again displeasure
at seeing them again, and so soon too! As he watched, again and close to the
boy was Aunty Ann and Trevor, who's face looked as if he'd already had a good
beating. There was bruising, cuts and blood there and his legs were all over
the place as they were only just about keeping up upright, SMACK! Aunty Ann's
fist went back into his face and Trevor wobbled, his arms flapping around
uncontrollably, CRACK! Another fist for the older woman and this time he went
fully rearwards, flying back and down to the ground.

Past these two was Emily who was also in control, and of course this time it
was again in control of Uncle Allen. He too had a face that looked heavily
battered, with clear signs that the woman's strong strikes had inflicted the
damage hard. Here was another man unsteady on his legs and ready to be put
down, which Emily was happy to do. She took a short step backwards and brough
her far leg up and around, swinging it full circle to drive her foot into the
side of Uncle's face and drop him there and then. Down to the floor and next
to his friend already there.

The two men, Uncle Allen and Trevor were both down and out, that just left the
two women, his schoolteacher, Emily, plus, of course his Aunty, Ann. The
women, who now both turned to look his way as there realised he was stood
there watching! The boy's face was open mouthed and wided eyed as he took this
all, stared in awe of these two incredible women.

The boy now took in how each of them was dressed. Aunty Ann was back in her
leather wardrobe. Red leather high heeled boots that went up to her thighs,
then past a bit of bare upper thigh was a tight pair of leather shorts, red
and black. Past those was her firm toned midriff followed by a matching red
and black leather crop top. With her long blond hair, mature looks, Ann looked
all so much like the Milf dominatrix. And the best thing, she was his Aunt,
which made her look even more sexy, more amazing and more in control.

Then there was Emily who looked jaw dropping in high heels, black stocking and
suspenders going up her lovely legs to a gold and black low cut basque. An
outfit that showed her shapely form and thrusted her ample chest forwards and
around the brunette's neck was a collar with a lead attached to it. She looked
the tramp, the hussy, a Milf whore, a woman who wanted to be taken and lead to
the bedroom. And the best thing, she was his teacher, which made her look even
more trashy, more desirable and more wanton.

He took this all in, amazing how women going through midlife crisis could look
so ... ... .! But he also wondered 'what game' his Aunt and teacher had been
playing to be dressed like this! Then he saw the smile of beaming lust on
Emily's lovely face and the stern grin of authority on Aunty Ann's harsh face.
The women where now coming to him, each with their own idea about what was
going to happen next!

The two women had been indeed been 'playing'. Playing one of their games, even
though they both knew that Bradley was due to come around, but somehow that
didn't seem to bother either of the women! But then as they were just getting
into their game, the two men, the soon to be Ex-husbands, had turned up
unannounced and spoiling the women's fun! Which of course had only gone to
upset them, greatly, and the men should know by now not to 'upset' these
women!

But the men had been 'dealt with' and it was time to get back to playing and
some fun! Bradley's dominate Aunt who liked to control and take her nephew and
the submissive teacher who couldn't get enough of being taken by her student.
Now each woman as they got close reached out and grabbed onto the boy and
'OOOWWWHHH!'

Bradley spent the weekend with Aunty Ann and Emily, giving it to and being
taken by, the women. It was lucky there was such a big bed in the house to
accommodate the three of them. The Nephew took his Aunty from behind in the
shower. The student had his boy cock worked hard in between his teacher's tits
in the living room. The boy worshiped and was raped by his blond mistress out
in the garden. The lad was ridden hard on top of the kitchen table by the
brunette harlot.

Then the collar and lead found their way around Bradley's neck and he was lead
around the house by Emily who dragged the boy to the bedroom to present the
women's new 'pet' to her and now his, mistress! It was every boy's fantasia a
dominate Aunty and sluttish teacher, and it was the best kind, the most
amazing kind of threesome any lad could have!

The boy would now be in high demand around Aunty Ann's house as the two women
lived out their female lesbian midlife crisis! The boy was so happy that Aunt
Ann had had her 'crisis' and soon a few words got around and the boy found
himself being 'booked in' to do various jobs around other women's houses.
Women who either Ann or Emily seem to know and women who themselves were
having a few problems in their lives. The kind of 'problems', or 'midlife
crisis', that a boy like Bradley could help them with! Soon Bradley found he
had himself quite a full calendar with many satisfied midlife crisis women ...
... !