Aunties Visitors 
By CrossmanX at crossmanx@hotmail.co.uk - Comments and ideas welcome
#ason has to deal with a visitor to his Aunties private fighting club


Story based on an idea from Viv and a follow on from - Aunties Secret &
Aunties Private Club

Aunties Visitors

THUD! His already hurting body fell and slammed into the floor, his moans and
cried of pain filled the room, then silence, only broken by the familiar sound
of bear feet on the floor, and he knew who those feet belonged too. As the
footsteps got closer and grew louder he raised his head, even though the
figure was now just a blur to him he knew exactly who it was. Then came the
equally familiar taunting voice "are you just going to lie there, because if
you are ... ... " He knew better than to upset her, more than she already was
with what strength he had left he pushed himself upwards.

He got onto one knee; knowing she would give him a couple of moments to pull
himself together. This way he 'lasted' a bit longer and her enjoyment of the
evening was made all the better. He looked round at the bodies of the two men
that lay close by; they had frustrated her with their poor performance. She
had easily taken them down, smashed their soft bodies and destroyed them far
too quickly. They had been a great disappointment, she'd hoped for far better,
after all men came to 'meet' her for the challenge, a woman that offered a 'no
holds bare' match to any man, or men. She had laid down the challenge 'take me
on if you can' many had and all had failed. When you have a 'private club'
where men come and fight a woman you expect those that attend to take it
seriously, these men hadn't and now had paid for their arrogant attitude. They
lay at her feet, she'd hurt them, broken them, destroyed them, but it'd all
been over with so quickly that the woman was angry and disappointed, her
evening had been wasted. (Reader may wish to read previous stories, Aunties
Secret & Aunties Private Club)

So when you're a 40 something attractive woman and the men that have supposed
to have been your entertainment fall so short of your expectation what do you
do? You turn to your faithful Nephew, the lad you have drawn into your web of
secrets, pain, hurt and sometimes pleasure. Jason pushed himself up onto his
feet as his Aunty Clair slowly moves around on the matted floor area where he
stood. The young lad had watched as the older woman in her judo suit, his
Aunty, had just taken down the latest men to try their hand at challenging
her.

It had been an awesome sight for the youth he'd watched his sexy and very
desirable Aunty take down two men. As he'd watched this feat of superior
female skill his mind had wondered back to that first night when he seen his
Aunty take on 3 men. She had won of course and then drawn him into her own
private world, her own private club. A secret club where men contacted her
then, when she allowed, they would come down to this unassuming local
Community Centre, a place she hired out for her club meetings. A club with a
difference a club where men met their match, in the form of Aunty Clair.

Aunty Clair gave her Nephew special duties for the club, he would set out
everything, the men arrived, where organised by the lad and then the older
woman arrived. She would accept their challenge then beat them, hurt them and
humiliate them. Jason was allowed to stay and watch, he'd witness some brutal
fights, large, tough looking men had been taken down by the good looking
brunette, her short dark curly hair, dark eyes and soft completion hid a woman
whose well-toned, sexy, curvy body could destroy a man with such ease.

Jason was dragged into her world, her club, he's the one that sets it up, laid
out the fight area, makes sure everything's ready, then tides up the fallen
man at the end of the 'club meetings'. If he's a good boy and Aunty Clair
could find it in her heart he might just get a 'extra special duty', to
perform for her. When her opponents had failed to live up to their own hype
she turned to Jason and he provided her with an extra 'something!' WHACK!

Her Nephew had just got back to his feet when Aunty had thrown herself into a
forwards role, she tumbled over towards him, as she got close she unfolded
into a cat like attack on the lad. Her hands reached out grabbing onto his
arms, her foot shot out into his gut, having grabbed him she now rolled
backwards, flipped the lad over herself as she fell back. Jason found himself
flying through the air, as always his Aunty had been too quick, too skilled,
too unpredictable, and the stunned Nephew had once more been taken down. Or in
this case thrown over and down THUD!

She couldn't help but smile as the sound of his fall filled the Community
Centre's hall that had now become her own Private Club meeting room. A moan, a
sign of hurting from the lad, even so he was getting quiet good now, not that
she would ever have to worry about him beating her, far from it. But Jason was
getting good at taken a beating off her. His young body was strong and with
her expertise it was getting stronger, capable of taking a good thrashing and
still be standing, well almost.

The lad had to take the beating as those men that lay around had failed in
their attempt with the attractive older woman. It wasn't that long ago that
Jason had received a call for his Aunty "tonight at the Community Centre, you
know what to do." He had gone to the caretakers house, got the keys, sorted
out the hall, laid out all the blue mats that formed the 'fighting area' and
waited for the men to arrive. Tonight it was two men, both in their late
twenties, both tall and looked well built, but even as Jason showed them to
the changing room he knew they were no match for his Aunt.

They had changed into their judo suits, entered the hall and waited for the
woman to arrive; when she entered they were taken aback by how she looked. An
attractive woman in her 40's in a judo suit and that bulge in chest that told
the men she had a great body, at first they though that surly this can't be
the woman that they were here to fight! Jason had moved to the side, he knew
that these men's visit here would be short lived. Aunty Clair had bowed to
them; the men just looked at each other 'what ... this woman, surly not?'
Jason could almost read the expressions on their faces.

Then in a flash the lads Aunt had struck, she jumped up and spun round, her
leg shot out and as she came spinning round her foot collided into the side of
the first man's head CRACK! A devastating sound echoed around the hall, the
man was rocked by her savage blow; he swayed then dropped like a stone to his
knees. She completed her spinning turn, landing in front of him, in a flash
her arms where raised, then equally as quick her clenched fists struck
downwards, each hand crashed into the man's temples and he's gone. Falling to
the floor he's out cold, a limp body that bounced off the mats Jason had laid
down so precisely earlier on. The man's whole body bounced once, then twice
before coming to a halt, now just a motionless body on the floor.

His shocked friend stood there mouth wide open, these men have seriously
underestimated this woman; Aunt Clair now spins round to the second man WHACK!
Her other foot shots out and connects with his jaw CRACK! She flicked her foot
at him again, driving it into his face, knocking him backwards. The stunned
man's arms flapped around as he tried to gain his balance, but before he knew
it ARRRRHHHH! THUD! The woman had grabbed onto an arm and sent him flying, a
perfect Aunty judo throws.

Before he can recover she pulls him up to finish him off CRACK! This second
man only lasted a minute more than his friend, before Jason's Aunty had also
knocked him clean out. Both men now lay before her, they had certainly
underestimated her, not how attractive she was, they noticed that the moment
she entered the hall, that sexy look only an older woman has. But they hadn't
thought for one minute that this woman could be so skilled, so agile, so
strong and so devastating. And they had paid for their mistake.

THUD! But that had all been a few minutes ago, now Aunty had turned her
attention to her Nephew, if the men had failed to test her in any shape of
form in was now Jason's job to keep her entertained. Not that this lad could
in any way test or challenge her, but through her tuition he now provided her
with a strong youthful body that she could use for her own kind of
entertainment. She throws him again, there's something surprisingly exciting
about an older woman in a judo suit throwing a much younger man over her
shoulder. And when it's your own sexy Aunt it becomes an even more erotic, yet
painful experience.

Jason was thrown, kicked and knocked around, his Aunty enjoyed these sessions
with him, he was getting really good at taking whatever she could dish out
THUD! He's thrown again to the floor, but this time as the echo of his hard
fall faded away there was a new sound CLAP! CLAP! CLAP! A sound he knew and
dreaded, he hadn't seen her arrive but he knew that at the door was stood Kim,
an equally attractive blond older woman but also his mother!

Since Jason had been drawn into his Aunties private club there had been one
major downside, his mother knew exactly what was going on! And as Aunty
Clair's secret was out so was his mothers, she didn't have her own 'club' but
she was just as dominate and as brutal as Clair. Just as Jason's Aunt had
introduced her Nephew into her world she had also brought in his Mother, Kim.
Introduced her into a world where the male was there to be brought down to his
knees and still beat hard. Kim had never gone down the road of martial arts,
no she preferred a more direct approach, one that was less skillful but just
as affective. Jason looked over to the door and there was his mother dressed
as she did when she came 'visiting' the club, in her leather outfit!

Clair smiled "wasn't sure you were coming" Kim grinded "wouldn't miss it just
had to put this one through his paces ... You know what I mean!" The women
laughed, Kim remarks were aimed at the lad that was on his hands and knees
beside her, "So this is the one you've told me about." "Yes, Elliot, my new
toy" the 'toy' was a young lad with a collar around his neck. An older woman
with her 'toy boy' on a lead, taking him for his walk, Jason wondered if she
had walked him to the Community Centre like that. He certainly wouldn't have
put it past his mother not to have done that, Jason looked over at the
embarrassed looking lad on all fours and on a lead, he knew him, in fact it
was Jason's best friend!

Now there was a Aunt and Nephew and a best friend and a Mum, every young lads
fantasy. Each of the women had their own style, their own strengths and their
own little pets, the martial arts Clair had her Nephew Jason to 'play' with.
While the leather clad Kim had Elliot, her son's best friend as her play
thing. Older, sophisticated woman, with their own physical and inner strength
and young, viral, eager lads at the women beck and call, it was always a good
combination. But in these 'relationships' the women were on top. Kim had
always had a thing for leather and she'd noticed how keen Elliot looked at her
whenever she wore her leather trousers, in the past. Plus she had caught a
very red face Elliot sniffing her leather jacket, the smell of leather and
Kim's perfume mixed together had been more than he could resist. It had been
around this time when Clair had introduced her into her 'private club', Kim
was fascinated and thrilled by this new world and realised she could mix it
with her love of leather, and so now there was a 'new' Kim.

Aunty Clair examined Kim's new toy "doesn't look too bad at all" that hurt
Jason, he was his Aunty favourite and didn't want any competitions, the men
she fought meant nothing. It was just a fight, soon over and then they were
sent packing, when she fought him he always lost but then when she was pleased
with his performance he was allowed to satisfy her. 'He was her toy' and
didn't want his Aunty to look at anyone else.

Kim looked down at her son; her expression changed "You left the light on in
your room ... ." WHACK! Her hand came down hard across his face " ... and you
didn't finish off all your jobs round the house! CRACK! In his hurry to get
down to the Community Centre and carry out his duties ready for Aunties club
meeting he'd forgotten his jobs at home, that was a mistake!

A smiling Clair stepped closer "would you like to 'discuss' his short comings
while I get to know this one" the Aunties hand moved onto and took hold of the
lead now and the look on her said it all, she defiantly wanted to see what
this one was like. Kim didn't mind at all she could teach her son the errors
of his ways and it would be good for Elliot to feel at first hand another side
of female superiority.

Clair lead Elliot away so they could 'play' in private, leaving Mother and Son
to sort out their problems, well Jason's problem, his big problem of upsetting
his Mum! ARRRHHHH! Kim grabbed her son, a handful of hair and he's dragged
upwards, Elliot could see the sexy woman in leather and felt jealous that it
wasn't him that was now knelling before her. Kim was a gorgeous woman, and
those leather boots, trousers and tight fitting leather corset top, it all
made her the most fantastic women he'd ever seen. "Come on boy I've a lot to
show you" Aunty Clair gave a tug on the leash; she knew the lad longed for his
mistress, but also knew she could take his mind off Kim and onto her WHACK!

Jason knew his mother was angry, he knew not to upset her and to do his
chores. But the lad also had his Aunty to please and he knew all too well the
consequences of upsetting her. But it'd just been a mistake; he'd rushed
around, left a light on and simply forgot to do his jobs. Kim looked down at
her son, no matter what he said he was in the wrong and needed to be chastised
for it. They both knew that but even so the lad tried to plead his case "I ...
I didn't mean to ... " CRACK! His words where lost on her, but his jaw wasn't
lost on her boot!

Jason went tumbling across the floor even though it was her son she didn't
hold back in her varsity, she didn't care ARRRHHHH! A hand grabs another
handful of hair and dragged the son upward, he's pulled up and backwards right
into his mother's knee that drives hard into his back sending a searing pain
down his spin. "I don't care what you have to say ... ... " WHACK! Her knee
drove in again, hard, this time into the back of his head " ... ... Just that
you haven't done what you where suppose to." She released her hold of his
hair, he fell but before he could hit the ground CRACK!

Her boot slammed into him, driving and spinning the son forcefully across the
floor, he rolled over and over, his body bursting with pain. If this was how
she treated her own son 'God help any man she meet that she didn't like!'
After Aunties 'little session' and now his mother's brutal first strikes, he
knew that was going to be a very painful evening.

Jason finally came to a halt, his head throbbed, his body hurt but this all
was put to one side when he heard CREAK! CREAK! CREAK! It was the sound of
leather, the sound of his Mum approaching, Jason knew that she was behind him.
With Aunt Clair it was different; there was only the occasional sound of bear
feet on mats. She caught him by surprise so many times, judo suits don't
creak, but now he knew his mother was there, he knew where she was and that
scared him ARRRHHHH!

She grabs him again, in seconds the son's up on his feet, the mother's strong,
stronger than her son WHACK! A clenched fist drove hard into his body SMACK!
Followed by another and another, she forces the air out of him, Jason gasps
for breather but again Kim's fist hits hard and harder still. The leather clad
mother uses fists and boots, not as instruments of pain and torture but as
lesson on behaviour and responsibilities. Her fists teach him that he's to
always be a well behaved son, while her boots teach him that he has jobs to do
and ;must' do them. And while she's delivering her 'lessons' if he feels it's
a painful and torturous process, so be it, that won't both her!

She grabs him, hands pull him downwards as her knee comes up, short, sharp
blows into his body from the knee wind him and he gasps for breath WHACK! Her
fist delivers a shattering uppercut that sends Jason staggering backwards and
over, knocking him down to the floor, her boots now take over and pound his
body, she kicks and knocks him "you will learn to do all your jobs ... "
CRACK! A boot straight to his jaw " ... or else!" Jason's head almost
exploded, his bodies sent once more rocketing across the floor.

He knocks into something that stops from rolling any further, unfortunately
it's Aunty Clair, and he's disturbed her getting to know Elliot. The Aunty
pulls Jason up SMACK! A slap across that face that echoes around the hall
followed by a swivel kick that sends the lad pitching and staggering, tumbling
across the room into the path of his mother's fist CRUNCH! She meets her
falling son, head on with her fist, it stops him dead! Then her boot and again
with her fist, Kim can't, won't stop herself, the feeling of leather on her
skin, the rush of adrenaline through her body, a strong female hammering a
feeble male. A mother disciplines her son, mother's love, tough love.

Kim can see the look in her son's eyes, a look of pain, hurt and loss, she's
made her point, now confident that he'll do all his jobs and not leave that
light on in his room she ends the session with him. Her fist drives hard and
up WHACK! Jason goes flying under the force of his mother's harsh blow, he
lands with a thud, his bodies near to bursting point from two beating from two
different women, a judo Aunty and a leather mother, things don't get any
worse.

He lays there coughing and spluttering, his body a mess having been knocked
down by his mother, but now he can see across to the other side of the room
where Elliot's also on the receiving end of a strong woman, Aunty Clair CRACK!
Elliot went flying and landed close to the already fallen Jason, Aunty Clair
had that look on her face that Jason knew well; she grabbed at her belt throw
it off as well as her judo jacket. Now her strong bodies on show, dressed in
just her judo trousers and a tight white sports top that held her ample
breasts. Breasts that the Nephew had held, kissed, licked and had rubbed up
against his eager cock.

Aunty Clair now came down hard on Elliot; she landed on him, winded him and
straddling him at the same time. Now those large breasts were hovering over a
fallen Elliot and Aunty was ginning. ARRRHHHHH! Jason his dragged up by his
hair and onto his knees by his mother, she picks up Clair's jacket and throws
it over Elliot, it covers his face so he can't now see that wonder body that's
on top of him "don't excite him too much, he's mine remember." The women laugh
but Jason can see that is Aunty is in a mood to be satisfied.

Both lads had suffered at the hands of these stern, harsh women, beaten and
hurt, the woman had taken down the youthful lads the way only an older woman
can. "Time to freshen up now I think" the woman satisfied with their work
where now about to head off to the changing room, "you still have work to do"
Aunty Clair barked out her instruction to Jason. His job here wasn't finished,
he still had to tidy up the hall, get the men back up to their feet and send
the defeated challengers on their pathetic way.

"Well this one can still do 'another' job" Kim grabbed Elliot, Clair also
grabbed a handful of the lad's hair and both women head towards the changing
room dragging Elliot along with them. Auntie's jacket draped over his dog like
body, a jealous Jason pushed his battered body up; it should be him dragged
along by Aunt, not Elliot! He forced himself to stagger over to the far wall,
to a small storeroom, inside he knew of another secret, a peephole that looked
into the female changing room. He struggled to move away some mats and boxes.
There! There was the peep hole.

He spied through the hole into the changing room, it's difficult to see at
first, but he knew this was right place to be, after a session like that only
one thing was going to happen. Right on cue a figure passed by and came into
focus as a naked Aunty Clair steps into the shower cubical. The water runs
down her strong toned body, she looked stunning as her hands ran up and down
that body. Then she reached down and grabbed something but he can't quite see
what, Jason's heart sank and she pulled up from the floor, Elliot, his best
friend was now with his Aunty!

"Sorry dear but I think he's mine and I have my own plans for him" it was Kim,
she'd stepped in front of the peephole blocking Jason's view, but he knew his
mother's voice. Elliot was dragged away to another shower cubical and to his
'fate' with Kim! That pleased the Nephew, but now he could see the look on his
Aunties face, she rushed out of the shower. Jason knew that look BANG!

As Aunt Clair stormed out of the changing room the door slammed behind her
'Shit! Jason hurried out of the storeroom BANG! Now the doors to the hall
slammed close, there she was, Jason stopped in his tracks, it was the look on
her face! A look that made his heart race, but he couldn't tell whether it was
sexual tension or frustration at having a new 'toy' taken from her. She's
still wet from the shower, her judo jacket had been thrown on and now she made
her way towards the lad. The way she walked to him was menacing, sending a
shiver down the Nephew's spine 'what had she in mind for him?'

Inside the shower cubical Kim was enjoying the affectionate mouth of her toy
boy against her soft skin, as the warm water covered her she knew she was
going to enjoy Elliot's youthful body. In the Community Centre hall Aunty
Clair was almost upon her Nephew, Jason was frozen to the spot at the sight of
his soaking wet, sexy looking Aunt. But it was that look on her face that held
him, whether it was sexual tension or frustration that now gripped this sexy
older woman the lad didn't know. All he did know for sure was that she was
going to do something. Aunty was either going to take her Nephew on the
wildest sexual adventure or beat him to within an inch of his life, which ever
it was going to be, he would remember tonight ... ... ... !