Aunties Look 
By Crossmanx at - crossmanx@hotmail.co.uk - comments and ideas welcome.
Aunty looks good, but never judge a book by its cover, there so much more inside!

Story bases on an idea from - Scott Scott

Aunties Look

Scott yawned, stretched and then picked up the cup in front of him, he took
his first sip of tea of the day but it took a second or two before his mouth
and taste buds woken up and he realised it was still a bit too hot. "Good
morning, did you forget to get dressed or something?" Scott looked around to
see the woman who had just spoke to him, it was his Aunt who was staying with
the family for a few weeks as she moved out of her old home into a new one.

But as she'd only turned up yesterday he'd forgot this and he was up early, as
it was the weekend, up before anyone else. So he'd just gone downstairs into
the kitchen in his boxers as he always did when he was up before everyone
else. It was normal for Scott to be up this early, as it was the weekend where
time was precious and he had lots to do. If it had been a weekday you wouldn't
have seen the boy until the very last moment, Scott was a typical young lad.

The woman, his Aunty Sheila sauntered past him and further along into the
large kitchen, in that moment of embarrassment, having been caught in just his
pants by his Aunt, and seeing the quite attractive older woman, he frozen. It
was like looking at a rabbit caught in headlights, Aunty Sheila just smiled at
the silly expression on her Nephews face and carried on past him and started
to get her breakfast.

As she walked past, Scott took in the 'delights' of his Aunt, she was quite
something, especially to a young and horny lad like him. Aunty Sheila was his
Father's older Sister, so if his Dad was 40?? She must be 40?? +, it was too
early for Scott to do any maths. So he carried on staring at Aunty Sheila who
was over by the toaster. She was a tall woman, taller than him, a blond and he
liked blonds. Her hair was shoulder length and had a certain bounce to it when
she walked, there were also a couple of other things that bounced on Aunty
Sheila that the young lad had also noticed!

His Aunt had a good body, slender, shapely, the kind of body that went in and
out in all the right places, especially around her firm arse and gorgeous
breasts and gave her Nephew some naughty thoughts! Not only did she have a
great body, she looked, to him, quite stunning as well. That certain
attractive beauty that some older woman have, where the older they are the
better they become, Aunty Sheila had 'that' look.

Those faint lines around her eyes and mouth, the lines that said 'yes she was
of a certain age, she'd laughed a lot, she'd cried a lot and still she looked
good!' Then there were her deep blue eyes that seems to hold you in their
stare whenever she was looking and talking directly to you, as if you were the
only one she was interested in. Lastly there was her smile, she smiled a lot
and she had different smiles for different things. Her happy smile, the smile
when she laughed, and the one when she was being sarcastic, but there was that
'other' smile, the one that said 'Hmmmm!' Or was it more of a slight grin, as
if there was something else going through her pretty head, Scott had noticed
'that particular' smile a few times now!

The other thing the lad liked about his Aunt was the way she dressed, she was
always well dressed, everything correct, everything went together, never over
stated, you might say she was quite demure in that way. But she had this touch
of class, elegance even sophistication about the way she dressed. She never
wore anything 'tacky', no low cut tops or that young girl stuff, yes she had
the body, but she didn't need to show the flesh to get the looks.

She looked very good for her age and dressed for her age but in a modest, yet
noticeable way. Like now here in the kitchen Aunty Shelia was dressed in a
purple silk, or something like that, dressing gown. There was some subtle art
work on the back of the garment as if it had come from the Far East and came
down to just past her knees. Now she could have had a short one and showed off
her great legs, but Aunty Shelia didn't need to do that, and still she looked
great. Even so Scott was a little disappointed as she did have a very nice
pair of legs!

'Yes Aunty Shelia did look good, very good!' POP! The sound of toaster
finishing off Aunty Shelia's breakfast brought the lad back to the present and
he remembered he was still standing there in his boxers! Quickly the
embarrassed lad turned and left to get change as he also realised that all
this thinking about this Aunt was starting to 'effect' him! As her Nephew
rushed off, to cover his embarrassment the woman, Shelia, turned around from
her breakfast. Scott was almost out of the kitchen and Aunty Shelia smiled to
herself, that smile that said 'Hmmmm!'

Later and after Scott had sorted his embarrassment out, showered and dressed
he was back downstairs, by now the rest of his family were also up, everyone
had had breakfast and there was that defiant start of the day feeling. Scott
was just finishing off another cup of tea before heading off out, when he
caught sight of Aunty Sheila, she had also dressed after breakfast and looked
'Wow!' Mind you there was nothing strange in that she always looked good, but
today she looked sexy and good, again nothing over stated, she just looked so
good!

Aunty Sheila moved down the stairs and headed into the kitchen where Scott's
parents where, she was dressed in a pair of high brown boots, cream trousers
and a long sleeve brown top. The top like the trousers was tight, the kind of
tight that hugs the body and shows her desirable figure off fully. Scott had
to stop himself from staring and drooling, too much, 'how can she be that fit,
look so stunning and be his Aunt!' The lad shook himself and dashed up the
stairs to get his trainers.

In his room he heard the front door shut, he looked out of his bedroom window,
there was Aunty Sheila and her 'boyfriend' Johnny, the Nephew felt, to be
honest, he felt a bit envious. There was someone taking his hot Aunt out and
Scott wished it was him. The boyfriend was just that a boy, Aunty Sheila liked
her 'men' young, this one looked maybe early 20's but who knows. He walked the
older woman to his flash looking sports car and Scott wondered if his parents
had brought that for him, yes the lad was definitely a tad jealous!

Aunty Shelia had the prim and pretty exterior, the demure woman but still with
that sublet style and elegance about her. But Aunty Shelia was also a bit of a
cougar, she was a woman who enjoyed devouring her younger pray, satisfying her
lust on their youthful bodies. She was all woman with a lust for the younger
male, but she did this in a quiet, reserve and refined way, most of the time!
Scott grabbed his trainers and headed downstairs, trying to get the thought of
'his' Aunty Sheila and some toyboy out of his mind. As he slipping on his
trainers and was about to head off out when "and where do you think you're
going?" It was his Mother and the lad had a horrible feeling that, maybe, she
had some other plans for him today!

Scott was right there were plans for him, and apparently, even though he
couldn't remember, he'd agreed to all this, the moving of Aunty Sheila's
smaller things before she moved into her new place. That day was spent moving
a 'few' box's from Sheila's old house into the family garage, so his Aunt
could store some of her smaller belongings prior to moving into her new home.

After the last run and the moving of 'how many' creates and box's?' Scott's
Dad was taking the hire van back and that left the lad there to rearrange the
box's so they could all fit into the garage. With nothing else better to do
the lad got on with it and went about piling up the various different packing
cases and boxes the best he could. Some of them where sealed with tape or
screwed down lids, and some were left half open and there were some were not
attempt had been made to close them up at all. Obviously Aunty Sheila had
started off with all good intend to do this properly but given up after the
first few dozen box's.

One of these half open boxes was, by the looks of it full of clothes, in fact
there were a few boxes of cloth's, nothing unusually about that, after all
Aunty Sheila was a woman. But from what he could see there was some nice
looking, quality garments here. Now Scott was no fashion expert, far from it
after all he was a lad, but he did like a well-dressed woman, maybe that's why
he liked his Aunt so much.

He carried on moving the boxes and stacking them then came to one of the last,
the box was half open as the tape that had held it down had come away and
inside Scott could see what looked like an album, a photo album or something
like that. 'Photos of Aunty Sheila!' A little bit of intrigue took over now,
as Scott was sure there was more to his Aunty than what he knew, she wasn't
just the modest woman he thought she was, there was another side to Aunty
Sheila. Maybe, just a quick look through some old photos would give him an
insight into the real woman.

For some reason he looked over his shoulder, making sure there was no one
there, even though he knew full well he was the only person at home right now,
was it guilt? He reached into the box pulled out the big album and opened it
up 'Oh!' Scott had been right it was a photo album and it was one of his
Aunty, but the pictures, photos and even magazine cutting where not what he'd
expected. The album was full of images, photos of Aunty Shelia, his Aunt the
fashion model! It was just like flicking through one of those catalogue's
except the only model in this 'catalogue' was Aunty Sheila!

Page after page of photo shots with Aunty Sheila in some stunning clothes,
elegant, gorgeous and somewhat ravishing all at the same time. 'Aunty Sheila
was a model!' The album showed photos of his Aunty when she was much young,
and even back then she looked 'Wow!' There were photos of her over the years,
almost up to current day, 'was she still a model, even now?' The photos where
all of her in either evening wear, summer dress's, casual clothe, winter
coats, a hold host of different styles and looks. There where even a few of
her on a catwalk, a 'real' model.

Some of the outfits were to say the least not what he's seen his Aunt in
before, classic evening dress', with splits down the side and legs on display
'Oh!' Her full cleavage thrusting out, almost as if the photo was tempting him
into it 'OH!' Short summer dress's with more legs of show and open around her
breasts. Sexy little black dress' and even the winter clothes shots where she
was tightly wrapped up in a fur coat and with just her gorgeous face showing
excited him. He even felt a bit of a 'twinge' when his eyes fell on one photo
of Aunty Shelia dressed in a long sparkly dark green evening dress with gold
trim, it almost popped out at him. Her long leg was pushed out, her high
heeled silver shoe glistened as did the trim around her plunging neck line and
her magnificent breasts that effortlessly protruded out. All complete by a
pair of long purple gloves all the way up past her elbows and a stylish
cigarette holder in one hand 'Oh God!' He liked that photo a lot!

He noticed a couple more albums, Scott froze for a second, as a thought went
through his young boyish mind, then he grabbed one and opened it up 'Oh Yes!'
He flicked from page to page of photos of the younger Aunty Sheila, up to a
quite older Aunty Sheila in swimwear, one-piece, bikini's, shorts and scanty
tops. He turned the page 'OH GOD!' Underwear! Knickers, bras, stockings,
suspenders, basques!

His eyes fell on one particular photo of Aunty Sheila in ... ... BANG! 'SHIT!'
The sound of a door slamming shut inside the house made Scott freeze and a
horrible cold shiver went down him. Then quickly he returned the album, pushed
the lid down, trying to smooth over the now none sticky tape and make it look
as if he'd not been inside the box. He picked it up and quickly placed it into
a spare gap with all the other box's, just as he did "Oh there you are." Scott
turned to see Aunty Sheila and his Mum, both of them where back, the lad quick
leaned down pick up the last remaining box and held it there in front of him.
All those photos of his Aunt modelling had, to say the least, affect him!

"Just finishing off here, everything's out of your old place Aunty and now in
here." Shelia smiled and thanked her Nephew "I'll have to reward you for all
you hard work." Scott smiled back as his Aunt and Mum went back inside the
house, after what he'd seen in those photos he could think of a number of
different 'rewards!' 'His Aunt was a model, a fashion model, an underwear
model!' He couldn't get over Aunty Shelia's 'secret past.' Or was it a secret
did his parent knew, after all it all looked innocent enough, it was just
fashion modelling, wasn't it?

That night as Scott lay in his bed the images of those two albums he'd flicked
through kept coming back to him, his head was full of these images, the one of
Aunty Sheila in the stunning green evening dress and especial the last photo
he'd seen. Aunty Sheila, an older Aunty Sheila in a low cut black and light
blue basque, all lacy and sexy, plus black stocking, but it was also how she
looked, her face. Her hair perfect, her face gorgeous as she looked straight
into the camera, straight into Scott's eyes and with her red lips ever so
slightly open!

What he wouldn't do to see her dressed like that in real life. Those images
kept Scott tossing and turning all night, plus the fact that his hand wasn't
off his cock as he thought of and dreamed about his gorgeous Aunt!

The next morning when he woke and made his way to the kitchen, still thinking
of Aunty Sheila he was again surprised by her as the woman appeared behind
him, almost out of nowhere. He's been miles away, thinking of all those photos
so hadn't heard her approach, but he now felt her as she moved up behind him,
placing herself into is back. The lad could feel his Aunts large breast press
into him 'Oh!', her hands grabbed onto his arse 'OH!' then they moved around
to the front of his boxers 'Shit!' Aunty Shelia's hand slid easily into his
boxers and onto his now excited cock, she held her Nephew ready to ... ... It
was then his alarm clock went off 'SHIT!'

All of this was having a 'certain' effect on Scott, the young Nephew would
never look at his Aunty in the same way again, all he knew was that he had to
have her, 'If Only!' What chance did he have with his Aunt, but there were
always those albums, at least he could live out his fantasy by looking through
them. Plus, there was one album he'd not looked at, yet, 'God knows what was
in that one?' All he had to do now was get his hands back on them, 'that
should be easy?'

Over the next two weeks as Aunty Sheila was getting ready to move into her new
home Scott tried his best to get back into the garage and go through those
albums again. But every time he tried to get in there 'Scott I need you to ...
' his Mum got him onto something else or 'Scott over here I need you help with
... ... ' His Father roped the lad into another one of his DIY projects! At
every turn he was stopped and it became a bit frustrating!

No matter what Scott did he couldn't get to the albums, when he did get inside
the garage alone, everything had been moved around as his Aunt had dived into
various boxes. Moving some boxes here and some creates there, he never seemed
to have enough time alone there to find the right one again 'Dame!'

Then came the day that Aunty Sheila moved into her new home, Scott and his Dad
loaded up the van and took all the creates and box's around to the new house,
nice place. They were taken down into the large cellar where everything went
so it was out the way and Aunty Sheila could sort out and set up her new home.
As box after box went into the house and down into the cellar Scott kept his
eye out, trying to find 'that' box and those albums. It was difficult to keep
an eye on every box, as he moved into the van his Dad came out with a creates
or a boxes and rushed inside, the lad couldn't keep a track on every box. It
was even more frustrating as Aunty Shelia and his Mum stared to move things
around and open boxes, moving them around and even taking some back upstairs
and placing them around the house.

Once all the boxes where inside and the van was empty a larger lorry arrived
with all the big furniture that had been placed in storage. This meant more
people milling around and Scott's parent then decided it was time for them to
leave, add to this his Aunt's boyfriend coming around as they left and it
hadn't been a good day for the lad.

The following week went by, Aunty Sheila seemed to come round each day with
updates as to how she was getting on in her new place and how it was almost
all sorted out. His Mum and Aunt would sit in the kitchen and chat whilst
Scott, out of sight, stared at his well-dressed Aunt, admired how she looked
that day, how she was dressed and how his mind wondered back to those albums!

Aunty Sheila had been in her new home for over a week now when Scott was asked
by his Mum to take over a small box to his Aunt's stuff she'd left behind. Of
course Scott protested, slightly, as he was going out for the day, but
reluctantly said yes he would drop it off. Once out of sight of his home he
almost ran the rest of the way to his Aunt's, he just couldn't wait to see her
and how she looked, how she was dressed today. It was all a bit too exciting
for him, especially as he would be alone with her!

When he got to Aunty Sheila's she was in the kitchen, Scott could see her
through the window and she looked great, as always, just dressed in a simple
pair of tight jeans, old jeans with a few holes and small tears, not the
designer jeans, just old jeans. Then she wore an old red checked shirt with
the sleeves rolls up, dressed for working around the house and getting it all
her way. Even dressed in old clothes she still looked ... ... 'Hold on, wasn't
that shirt his?'

He'd wondered where that shirt had gone, he thought it had got eaten up by the
washing machine or something, but Aunty Sheila had it and somehow he liked
that. Smiling to himself Scott knocked on the kitchen door and went inside,
Aunty Sheila was pleased to see him and gave him a kiss on the cheek. As she
got close he could smell her sweet aroma, even working she smelt lovely.

He handed over the box that he'd been given by his Mother to his Aunt, she
placed it on the table and opened it, inside and to Scott surprise were the
photo albums! "Oh there they are, wonder what had happened to them", he'd had
those albums in his hands and not realised 'how stupid!' The lad felt truly
annoyed with himself 'Shit!' "be a dear and put these down in the cellar will
you" Aunty Shelia handed the box back to him, as she had to go and do
something else, that Scott didn't hear as he just thought he now had a chance
to look through the albums again!

An excited Scott took the box down to the cellar, which had changed since he
and his Dad had moved all those boxes down here, most of them had gone now,
there here a few empty creates stacked up and what looked like a large wooden
frame had been put up. Scott though he'd heard something about cellar and wine
so assumed this was a large wine rack being constructed. Made sense this was a
cellar after all.

But there was something about the cellar, basement, that made the young lad
stop, look and think, but he couldn't work it out, after all he had 'other
things' on his mind, the albums. He quickly looked over his shoulder, making
sure there was no one there, Aunty Sheila was in the house after all and he
didn't want to get caught, did he?

Scott took the first album out and laid it on one of the packing case that was
next to the frame of the new wine rack, he turned the pages and there were the
stunning photos of Aunty Sheila in her attractive evening dresses 'Oh My!'
Scott sighed as he looked at the gorgeous woman dressed so elegantly, so
fabulous, so sexy. As he turned the pages and more striking images rushed out
of the pages and filled his eyes and his young head, something else became
apparent to him. Here down in the basement of the house, Aunty Sheila's cellar
there was something else!

Over by the far wall along with a few creates where some of those long clothes
rails, with plastic sheets all over them, Scott was drawn towards them and
went over, as he got closer he realised 'OH MY!' Under the plastic sheet where
clothes, an array of so many different clothes, dresses, lots of different
dresses, tops, trousers, coats, swimsuits, then he realised. Scott grabbed the
album, these where all clothes that she'd been wearing when these photos were
taken. Suddenly the lad saw 'that' long green evening dress, he found the
photo of Aunty Sheila wear the dress and held the album up against the dress.
What he wouldn't do to see his Aunt in ... ... "Do you like that dress then?"

Scott froze at the sound of his Aunts voice, he been so distracted by the
album and then finding the clothes he'd forgot all about Aunty Sheila still
being in the house 'SHIT!' He turned around slowly to see the older lady stood
there, the look on her face and the tone that had been in her voice told him
he was probably in a bit of trouble!

An annoyed looking mature woman stormed over grabbed the album in her Nephew's
hand and then wrenched it away from his grubby little hands 'Oh Dear.' What
followed was not a loud, hysterical shouting female giving him a lecture, but
even worse, Aunty Sheila was calm, in control, firm, authoritative and just a
bit scary. He'd not seen this side to her and boy did she had a sharp,
scolding tongue on her, she held the book up as she chastised him, her Nephew,
it started off with "what do you think you are doing ... ... " went through
the ... ... "some kind of pervert ... " bit, and onto " ... ... do you think
this is some kind of children's game ... "

It was all getting very embarrassing, for Scott, as his now formidable and
stern Aunt crucified him with her words. Then came the part he was really
dreading "What will your Mother say?" 'Oh God, not that' Scott felt mortified,
ashamed, he couldn't take the humiliation of his parents knowing! "No Please
Aunty don't tell Mum, I'll do anything" Aunty Sheila stopped her rebuking of
her Nephew and in a cold hard voice "I know you will!"

Scott wasn't quite sure what it was, but in those few seconds something had
changed, he knew that, it wasn't the tone of her voice or what she had said,
even though this was all very different for Aunty Sheila. But it was the look
in her eye, a look he'd not seen before, and he knew that things would not be
the same again between him and his Aunt from here on.

Scott had an idea that Aunty Sheila already knew what she was going to do with
him, the Aunt had her Nephew's punishment already 'devised', his chastisement
was already sorted and that kind of worried the lad, but even stranger, it
kind of excited him at the same time, but he didn't know why?

There was a moments silence as she still stood there in front of him, holding
the album, she looked from it to him, then past her Nephew and to the clothes
rail and the green dress he'd been holding when she'd caught him. She turned
to the page in the book and "so you like me in this do you?", tuning the book
and showing it to the embarrassed youth. Scott swallowed hard, all he could do
was nod and croakily say "ye ... yes"

She reached out grabbed onto his jaw shock his head and in a biting, sharp,
sarcastic and radical manger she said "I bet you do!" This was more of that
different side to his Aunt, she was a real ... ... She pushed his face away,
turned and went over to the create with the other albums on, she picked one
up, the underwear book, "have you looked at these as well you pervert?"
Indicating to the one in her hand "just ... ... just that one." There was a
look on her face, he wasn't quite sure what it was but there was something
there, maybe surprise that he'd just looked at the one book?

She throws the book to him, "which one got your pecker going?" 'Aunty this
wasn't like you' but then again this was a whole new situation for the pair of
them. Scott flicked through the album and found the photo of Aunty Sheila in
the blue basque. He stepped back over to her and held out the book for her,
she snatched back the book, looked at the photo and grinned, then tossed it
back down onto the create. "You'd like to see your Aunty in her underwear
would you?" 'Was that a trick question?' His mouth opened as if going to say
something, but he didn't know what, as it went so dry he could hardly speak.
All he did was let out a slight groan as at that moment he was unable to
speak, Aunty Sheila's hands came up to her, his, shirt and she started to undo
the buttons 'OOOHHHHHH!

Aunty Shelia looked straight at, and deep into, his eyes, he tried to look
back at hers but his eyes where now drawn to her hands that were slowly
undoing the shirt buttons. This was all so confusing for the lad, everything
was going far too fast and he really didn't know whether he was coming or
going, but at the same time it was weirdly wonderful!

With the shirt unbuttoned Aunty Sheila violently whipped it off, the shirt
fell to the floor and the older woman stood there in front of him, dressed in
just her torn jeans and a black bra, 'Oh God!' The woman stepped closer to the
lad, her eyes fixed on his, her face, gorgeous, but expressionless, the
muddled up lad didn't know what to do, where to look. 'No, he knew 'where' to
look, but was so confused about what was happening 'should' he look?'

Aunty Shelia stepped even closer to her Nephew, her arms came up and rested
onto each of his shoulders, she again moved closer, Scott looked up into her
face, she was so close to him. Her lips moved, 'was she going to kiss him?'
WHACK! OOOOOHHHHH! There was a very sudden, piercing, stinging pain as Aunties
leg came up into her Nephew groin, she brought her knee into his eager cock,
hammering his pride and joy and making her point! She brought her Nephews mind
back to the present, and away from his little fantasy, she'd hurt him and his
body dropped down to the floor and on his knees.

It was a painful blow that not only put Scott on his knees but also took his
breath away, so he didn't take much notice of his Aunt who now walked around
him, looking at her Nephew in agony and liking it. But he did take notice of
her next sudden move, as OOOWWWW! The pain in his groin was now replaced by a
sharp, biting sensation as he was pulled upwards by the handful of hair his
Aunt had a firm grasp off, 'God that hurt!'

When he was dragged halfway back on his feet his Aunt throw one arm around
Nephew Scott's neck whilst her other arm grabbed onto his head, she had him in
a very tight and firm hold, there was no escape for the lad. Scott panicked as
he felt the arm around his neck now squeezed, and as a very surprisingly
strong Aunty tighten her grip, he felt her flexing her arm and the strong
female muscle pushing against his throat. Even though very worrying and scary
for the lad there was also this almost sensual side to how it felt, her strong
arm and yet soft flesh against his, controlling, hurting, dominating him! An
altogether new, exciting, and slightly wired experience for the lad, that was
kind of ... ... good!

Scott struggled, but the older woman, controlled him, he moved around as he
now panicked even more and desperately tried to free himself, but Aunty Sheila
quashed his resistance to her. Even though he was gripped firmly by his Aunt,
the Nephew was sure he could feel the soft material of his Aunt's bra rubbing
against him, and was positive her large breasts where rubbing against his
back, now that did feel so ... ... Suddenly he felt ever so weak, as if his
energy was all but sapped away from him. His Aunt's firm hold was working as
the much younger lad was being drained and put to sleep by the older more
experience female.

Finally, Scott had submitted to his Aunt's superior female ways and he was out
cold, the older woman released her hold and the youthful lad dropped to the
floor. She looked down at him and grinned, now the fun could start!

Much later and Scott finally came back around and out of his sleep, he coughed
and spluttered and the first thing he noticed was how sore his throat and neck
felt. Then there was a sudden flood of imagines and memorised filing his head
as he remembered what had happened. How Aunty Sheila had caught him, take her
shirt off, got close to him, hit him and then 'strangled him!' 'Did that
really happen?' Scott then tried to move and suddenly that question was
answered 'yes it had' and now he had to take in what else had happened to him!
It took a second, then another second for his current 'predicament' to fully
sink in 'Oh Fuck!'

Scott was not on the floor, as he'd first thought he was up on his feet, well
sort of. He was tied to and against the unfinished large wooden wine rack, or
maybe it wasn't a wine rack after all! He could see that each of his arms were
pulled up and out to the side, tied by ropes to two large metal rings that
were attached up high one in each corner. Similarly, his feet were tied to two
more metal rings at the bottom, it took a second to realise he was actually
tied hand and foot to this 'wooden frame!' As if where some old medieval
torture rack 'Oh!'

If that wasn't wired enough, he was also naked, and tied to the frame 'OH!' By
the side of him on the floor were his clothes all in a pile, his Aunty, who
wasn't there, he was alone, must have stripped him whilst he was unconscious
'Dame!' and then hauler him up and tied him in position. The question 'why'
went through his mind but he didn't know if he really wanted that answered.

He tried to free himself but he was tied up too well, there was no escape, so
as he was alone Scott could take a moment to look around, there wasn't much
else he could do now. Everything was the same as when he'd earlier walked in
but now he started to noticed a few more 'bits and pieces.'

Firstly, there was the clothes racks cover in plastic, that was still the
same, then as his eyes moved around the room and he noticed more 'things'.
Like further alone there was a couple of those rolls of blue matting, the type
used in gyms and such like. A couple of set of weights and dumbbells, that
explained how Aunty Shelia was so strong. Then hanging up on a row of coat
hooks was a couple of sets of those karate suits, one pink one blue, 'boys and
girls sets?' Carrying on there was three, that looked, unopened creates, 'what
could be in them?' Scott wondered, but did he really want to know.

Now his eyes were drawn to another set of coat hooks over the creates and
hanging from each was a ... ... Well one looked like a set of nunchucks! Next
was a baton hanging down from a leather strap, then a long cord with a thick
handle, 'hold on that looked like a wh ... ... ' BANG!

A sudden loud sound made the nervous Scott jump, his head and eyes darted over
towards the door where, there stood Aunty Sheila and she looked 'Oh My God!'
The high heeled shoes that made her even taller, the white stocking that
covered her long legs, where quite something, then a stunning basque, it was
half cup, a mixture of gold and black with delicate lacey bit here and there.
But there was more she had on a pair off long silk gloves, blue, that went up
her arms past her elbows. Scott stared in awe and felt a definite 'Twinge!'

Sheila knew this look would grab her Nephews attention, she wasn't wearing his
'favourite' outfit, if he was good then maybe that 'might' follow sometime
much later, but for now this would do. She knew she looked sexy, she knew her
Nephew would be struck by it and she knew she was the one in control of him.
As Aunty Sheila sauntered over to him, Scott remembered he was tied up, by
her, and naked, there was no hiding his obvious delight at seeing his Aunt
dressed like this!

She stood in front of the lad, her hips at a jaunty angle, and her hands on
those shapely hips, she stood there as if this were perfectly normal, him tied
up, naked, and her in her underwear. She could see his cock growing before
her, and was impressed with her Nephews tool, quite impressed indeed. "Your
pecker tells me you like your Aunty dressed like a slut!" SMACK! Her gloved
hand came striking across his face as she slapped him hard, then grabbed him
firmly by his jaw "do you think your Aunties a slut, a floozy, a whore?" Fear
gripped him, just as her hand grabbed him "No ... No Aunty you're not, you're
not a ... ... " He couldn't bring himself to say it.

She grinned "good, because the only piece of meat around her is going to be
you!" Scott wasn't sure what she meant by that and certainly wasn't going to
ask. Aunty Sheila gloved hand now released her hold on his jaw, she rubbed his
cheek and looked into his eyes. The older woman held his stare, and again
Scott was trying to look at his Aunts face rather than down at her heaving
chest that was trying to escape out of the basque. Aunties hand then moved
down her Nephews face and onto his neck, she stroked him, the silk glove felt
very stimulating as it now moved down and across his chest, her fingers
reached out and gentle played, for just a brief moment, with his nipples.

Her hand and that glove move down further onto his torso, Scott whole body
shuddered, he exhaled and gave a moan. This felt so wonderful he almost forgot
he was tied to the rack, and as his body trembled Sheila grinned, she liked
how that felt to, total control of her Nephew and all she had to do was to
touch him! The hand moved even further and onto his now very large and hard
cock, Scott pulled against his restrains as Aunty Sheila's hand now slowly
'played' with him. He was frustrated, even angry he couldn't grab the woman
and have her, but at the same time this position of restraint with her gloved
hand working him, well it felt so wonderful he didn't want it to stop.

There was silence only broken by the moans and groans of Scott as Aunties hand
manipulated the lads cock, she was so, so good. She worked him long and hard,
the silk glove on his cock was amazing, and when her other glove hand moved
across his chest, down his torso and now two gloved hands handled him he
thought he was in heaven. Somehow she made it last so long as well, 'God she
was so good!' It was agony and ecstasy all mixed together, his young face
screwed up his eyes closed tight and he knew he would have to explode, and
then she stopped.

Scott's eyes opened up in horror that she'd stopped, he saw her looking back
at him, and he saw that now she was pulling off the gloves, one at a time,
with her teeth and still staring at him. When both gloves where completely
off, SMACK! There was another sharp slap across his face, then her hand became
a claw as her nails dug into him. She slowly ran her hand, her claw, over his
body again, dragging her nails across his flesh, hurting, marking and again,
surprisingly, exciting the lad even further. All across his chest, torso and
back down to his cock, where UUUUUUHHHHH! She gripped him!

She hammered his cock this time, no delicate silk gloves this time, no
tantalising touch, now it was just her rough and ready hand, then SMACK! Her
other hand, then claw raked his youthful body, two sharp claws grabbed at his
body and cock and harshly thrashed him, but it had a similar effect. Rough,
painful but bizarrely pleasurable, he knew he really couldn't last too long at
this rate. Just before she was about to complete her milking of her Nephew she
stopped again, denying him any final satisfaction.

Even though he had been deprived of any gratification Scott felt exhausted by
what the older woman had put him through, but now Aunty Shelia spoke to him
and sort of explained a few things.

She told him that Johnny, her young boyfriend was getting a bit boring, he
didn't have it in him anymore to keep her amused during their games.
Considering what she'd just put Scott through the lad wondered what sort of
'games' they played? But she also said that Scott's Mum had said she liked
Johnny so would take him off her hands and have him as her little treat.
'What? Hold on, his Mum and Aunt Sheila's boyfriend, what was ... ... ' SMACK!
OOHHHHHH! "Pay attention I'm talking!" Aunty saw her Nephews mind wonder when
that bit was explained.

Back to the explanation, so having given her now old toyboy over she now
needed a new boytoy, that was where Scott came in. Aunty Sheila had 'noticed'
her Nephew and had decide he might be right for some of her games, and when
the conversation with his Mother had got to Johnny, she knew she could make a
'deal!'

Sheila had placed her old modelling albums in one of the boxes, knowing that a
lad like Scott would probably find them, these would tease him and make him
want her even more, just part of her little game, as she liked to play it. But
now there was no going back, he was hers, she had an idea of what he liked and
she knew she would like him, this was going to be fun.

"As your Father is away this weekend, the plan is for your Mother to try out
Johnny and as for you, boy, if your Mother is pleased with what she has, then
you will be staying here and keeping me amused." His Mother and Aunt had
planned this, this was all too shocking, but somehow made sense. Aunty Sheila
picked up the last of the albums "you said you'd not looked in this one?"
Scott shock his head "no ... ... no Aunty" She grinned "so you don't know what
'kind' of photos are in here do you?" there was a nervous "er ... No"

She smirked, laughed "you don't know if this is fashion or something else do
you, underwear, or winter coats, dresses or ... ... " Her tone of voice
changed " ... ... something else, could it be 'leather' or lace, satin or
silk, work clothes or 'uniforms'?" With everything else that had happened all
that young Scott could focus on where the words 'leather' and 'uniforms', was
that because Aunty Sheila and emphasised those more, or had he imagined that?

Aunty Shelia turned towards the door "I'm going to call your Mother now, if
she's happy with Johnny she'll keep him for the weekend and I'll keep you, if
she's not you get kicked out." 'Please let Mum like Johnny, PLEASE!' Just as
she left, she held the last of the albums in her hand "pick a page number ...
... No wait how old are you, oh yes" She turned to that page number and looked
at the photo, Scott could clearly see the worrying grin on Aunty Sheila's
face. She looked at her Nephew still smiling, "If you're staying I'll come
back dressed like this and I'll have so fun!" Then Aunty Sheila left, 'she'll
have fun, that could be worrying!'.

Scott was concerned as the sound of Aunty Sheila' laughter faded away, 'what
the hell was on that page?' Scott stayed there, naked and tied to the frame
for some time, during which all of what had happened to him went around and
around his head trying to make sense of it all. He didn't know how long it had
been since Aunty Sheila had left, he didn't know how long he had been left
there still tied to the frame and still naked. But then all of a sudden her
heard the sound of a far door opening and closing and footsteps, the sound
seemed to echo as it got closer and closer and "Well Scott I'm back." The
lad's eyes almost popped out of his head and his jaw dropped in shock as he
took in how his grinning Aunty looked and was dressed. She strolled in and
towards her young Nephew, her boytoy, "are you ready for Aunty ... ... ?"