I'm The Aunty 
By Crossmanx at crossmanx@hotmail.co.uk - Comments and ideas welcome
'She's the Aunty, so don't you forget it!'


A direct follow on from 'Who's the Aunty'

I'm The Aunty

Simon had just watched his father been beaten into submission and
unconsciousness by his Aunty Silvia, Julian, Simon's father, had tried to find
out exactly who the mysterious Aunty Silvia was. All he got for his trouble
was a good beating, but Simon had got a fantastic look at what a real woman
was capable of. She was an incredible woman his Aunty Silvia, a mysterious
woman, who no one really knew that much about. It was a simple question that
Simon had first asked and Julian had then become fixated with 'Who is Aunty
Silvia?' The mature beauty had answered the question by beating Julian up for
daring to try and find out more ... She was the Aunty!

That's how this whole thing had started a young lad's innocent question; he
just wanted to know more about his family ... ... "Aunty Silvia ... Who is
she?" Which lead his father and mother to think about who exactly was this
woman that everyone called 'Aunty Silvia' and seemed to have so much influence
over the family, but no one could answer the question. Julian had become more
and more obsessed with finding out who she really was. But when it came to
Aunty Silvia if you dig too deep you had better be ready for the consequences!

Julian had had a visit from Aunty Silvia and the older woman had not taken
kindly to his investigation into who she was, she had taken the man down,
dragged him up and put him down again. The sexy, gorgeous older woman had made
her point, left her mark and dominated the man who had put his nose too far
into her business.

Julian's wife, Kathy, had been out of the house when Aunty Silvia came round,
she had demolished the man in the back garden but unknown to Julian the
beating he received had been witnessed by his son, Simon. Aunty Silvia's
destruction of Julian had excited the young Simon as he watched his father's
demise at the hands of the older woman. He had been drawn to the one sided
battle that raged in the back garden, like a moth to a naked flame, the young
lad had to get closer and closer to the woman who was beating his father.
Simon grew with excitement at every punch, kick and throw that Aunty Silvia
dished out, the lad felt no concern for his father. The only felling was
jealously, that his father was the one that Aunty Silvia had her hands on; he
also felt a growing desire towards the magnificent, mysterious and desirable
Aunty Silvia.

The woman had known the young lad was watching her as she beat his father. She
enjoyed the thought that the son was in awe of her as she dominated the
father, she enjoyed it a lot, beating one generation while the next almost
lined up to take his turn in her world.

Aunty Silvia now turned from Julian's unconscious beaten body that lay on the
floor to the son that stood in the open doorway, still dressed in just her
underwear she walked towards her young admirer. He swallowed hard as she
approached he was fixed to the floor unable to move, he didn't want to move as
she got closer 'God she looked so sexy.' But after the way she had just
destroyed his father 'what the hell was she going to do to him?'

Simon's heat raced faster and faster with every step she took towards him, she
held his gaze as she steps up to him "Now that I've dominated your father its
time for you ... " OOOWWWHHHH! She grabbed his crouch "well you seem to have
made a good start there" she carried on into the house pulling the young lad
along by his crouch, Simon dutifully followed. God only knew what she had
planed for him, Simon didn't know, he didn't care he just knew he had too, he
had no choice, he wanted to follow her. "Right boy what shall we do with you
... ?"

He could not, dare not answer her; he was transfixed on a bead of sweat that
was slowly running down her chest. Slowly it trickled down her soft skin down
in between those large breasts. He was mesmerised, he couldn't take his eyes
off her stunning body and the trickle of sweat ... SMACK! The older woman
brought the young lad back to the present with a sharp slap across his face.
He took a step backwards to gain his balance SMACK! The other side of his face
got the same treatment SMACK! And again, each time the lad stepped backwards
further into the living room.

They weren't timid slaps either, he felt the power she had, but was aware that
she was actually being gentle with him, for now. SMACK! She stepped closer,
grabbed him by his shoulders and THUD! Her knee shot up into his body, 'god
that hurt' THUD! THUD! Again and again now she was showing him up close and
personnel what it was like to have Aunties full attention! She knocked the
wind out of the youngster, he lurched forward, his face found a soft 'pillow'
in the form of Aunties breasts. For a split second he was in pure heaven, it
was a wonderful feeling WHACK! Auntie's clenched hands drove upwards into the
bent over Simon, they caught him in the top of his chest and he was sent
catapulting backwards.

He landed with a heavy thud on the floor, Aunty Silvia towered over him, "that
will only happen when I say so boy!"

She reached down grabbed Simon by his hair and dragged the young lad out of
the living room, into the hallway, up the stairs and headed towards his
parents bedroom. As she dragged her boy along she wasn't gentle with him, she
saw no reason to show him any kindness, just yet. As they entered the bedroom
Aunty Silvia pulled the young lad up onto his feet, she grabbed him by his
head and kissed him forcefully. The woman always got excited after a fight,
not matter how one sided and now she had a eager boy to play with her
excitement grew, she knew what she wanted.

Simon was shocked, excited by the older woman's passion for him, but worried,
even scared at what would happen next. Her tongue almost ripped his out of his
mouth and the lad started to struggle to breath! Finally she stopped, he
gasped for oxygen "good ... Now lets see what else you're good for!" She
pushed the lad backwards onto the bed, again she wasn't gentle, he felt her
strong hands as they thundered into his chest sending him flying backwards.
Garden, living room or bedroom this woman knew only one way, her way!

She mounted the bed, the look in her eyes scared the hell out of Simon, he
froze with fear as the sexy older woman made her way up the bed towards him.
Or was he just in awe of such a magnificent woman, what ever it was he
couldn't move, didn't want to move, dare not move as Aunty Silvia crawled up
his body. She gabbed his hands THUD! The older woman slammed them into the
bed, holding the boy there under her, the scared look on Simon's face only
went to thrill her even more.

Her face came closer to his, 'God what now!' She could feel Simon's body
quiver in dread of what she might do to him. To his surprise Aunty Silvia
gentle placed her lips on his cheek and began to sensually kiss his face. It
was as if the wild animal had been tamed, the leopard had now become a pussy
cat. Aunty Silvia's lips where soft and tender on him, she kissed his face,
neck, and lips. The boy was being seduced by his Aunties lips, a few moments
ago he didn't think she could be like this; she even lessened her grip on his
hands as Simon closed his eyes and enjoyed the moment.

She could feel the affection that Simon had for her, he was a big boy and his
'appreciation' of her only went to stimulate her. Her kisses became more and
more vigorous. Her grip on his hands became tighter and tighter, the pussy cat
was being taken over by the leopard once more. Aunty Silvia forced her body
into Simon's, the bed creaked under the strain as the woman pushed more and
more into the young lads body. The sound of an excited Aunty and a creaking
bed filled the room.

She grinded her body into his, his young, large, hard, cock, just what the
woman wanted, but there was always time to have some fun before hand. Simon's
face showed signs of pain and pleasure, the more she used her body against
his, the more his face screwed up as he could no longer tell the difference
between ecstasy and agony. This only went to drive the older woman into more
of a frenzy as she carried on with her sexual torture of the lad.

She lowered her ample bust into his young face and pushed those large breasts
into her eager Nephew, he now knew how his father had felt when Aunty Silvia
had used her large assets on him. The lad's brief moment of pleasure changed
as he soon started struggling for air, but she didn't care, she carried on
using her body against his and suffocating him. His young, firm, hard body now
started to push against her, he grinded into her, but for him is was more of a
struggle to try and escape. Not to get away from Aunty, god why would he want
to do that. But a struggled to try and breathe!

But there was no chance of escape, not from this superior woman, her grip and
control of the youngster was total, but his struggling only went to arouse her
even more, she loved it. Finally his torture came to an end, he couldn't hold
himself anymore, he had to explode and he couldn't stay conscious for a second
longer. The young lad shot his load and passed out at the same time, as Aunty
Silvia completed her domination of her latest victim, but his had been a much
more enjoyable experience for both the mistress and her menial.

Much later on an exhausted Simon slowly started to come round. He was alone,
still on his parents bed, but no sign of Aunty Silvia! He pushed himself off
the bed OOOOUUUUHHHHH! His body hurt, he felt totally drained of everything
and in pain, the memories came flooding back, the fight between Aunty Silvia
and his father, being dragged up the stairs by is hair, thrown onto the bed,
Aunty Silvia mounting him and riding him until he ... ... Simon was now aware
of the mess that was inside his jeans, he felt ashamed, what the hell would
she think of him and ... ... a noise from the garden, his father!

Simon rushed to the window, down in the garden Julian was also just coming
round after his encounter with Aunty Silva. Simon quickly tided the bedroom,
headed for a quick shower, and a change of cloths, he would say he had been in
his room listening to music, hadn't seen or heard anything. Julian dragged
himself into the garage; he didn't think that anyone would have seen what had
happened to him. He would say he fell over in the garage, tripped, that would
explain the bruises, no one would know any better.

Aunty Silvia's visit had now made father and son even more obsessed with her,
each for different reasons. Julian told himself that it had to be a one of
thing, she caught him by surprise, a fluke, for heaven sake she had to be ...
... well she was much older than him! Simon desperately wanted to see Aunty
Silvia again, but was too embarrassed to even think about speaking to her,
what would she think of him cuming in his pants!

Aunt Silvia's house was opposite a large park, and after his 'encounter' with
the amazing woman, the young lad found himself sat down on a park bench just
staring at it. It was funny as his mind wondered back to the previous day,
what he had seen and what she had done to him, he realised that he had sat on
this bench before and just stared at that house. There had always been
something captivating about Aunty Silvia, as long as he could remember she had
always been in his thoughts. A grin came over the lads face.

He sat there for hours just staring at her house, what he noticed was a steady
stream of visitors to the inexplicable woman's home, some where his relatives,
some stayed for only a short while, some stayed much longer. Each time a
visitor arrived he managed to get a look at Aunty Silvia as she answered the
door. Even from a distance she looked fantastic, and each time someone left
there was a strange, odd expression on the persons face and a smile on Aunty
Silvia's. He though back to the sexy woman in her underwear, a woman twice
his, maybe even three times, her strong, powerful, sexy body laying on top of
his, the smile beamed from his face.

He had been sat at that bench for the past four days, still to embarrassed to
even think about trying to approach this totally awesome woman. He arrived
first thing in the morning and left when he got a call from home to find out
where he was. Over those few days he had seen people come and go into Aunty
Silvia's house, she had gone out for the afternoon on day three, but Simon was
in no position to be able to follow her in her car, he'd so whished he could
have, just to see where she went. Day four was like the others, people came
and went, his relative, strangers, some he though he knew but wasn't sure.
Then towards the end of the day Aunty Becky arrived, Simon as had a soft spot
for her as well, she was married to John, Julian's brother. Aunty Silvia
greeted her with a smile and a hug, his favourite Aunt's together 'what would
they be up to?' His phone went, time to get home as his mother was wondering
where he was 'shit!'

As the reluctant young lad made his way back home more questions where running
around his head than had been answered 'What was it about Aunty Silvia that so
many people come to see her?' 'Why where a lot of them his relatives?' 'Why
had Aunty Becky been round?' 'What was it about this woman, this mysterious
Aunty that so fascinated him?' He smiled at that, he knew why she fascinated
him ... ... ... She was Aunty Silvia!

The following day the lad returned to his bench to watch his Aunties house, as
he sat down he got that feeling of excitement, maybe he would learn more about
her today! He had been sat there for over an hour but no one came to the house
today. He was disappointed and worried 'what was going on, why was no one
coming to her house, where was she, was she..' Then a shiver ran down his
spine, there was something, he didn't know what, but it was the most strangest
of feelings, as if he was being watched, as if someone was ... ... He turned
round sharply to see Aunty Silvia stood there!

She looked stunning dressed in jeans, long high heeled brown leather boots and
a short fur type jacket, it was open to display a white blouse that was undone
enough to draw you into her ample bust. He stood up, the reaction of a
schoolboy when the Headmistress walks in, the new boy in the office when the
boss arrives, the underling when the mistress appears. She was amused by this,
but also pleased, moving closer she placed a hand on his cheek SMACK! A
playful slap that brought the lad out of his mesmerising stare "so have you
learnt anything about me yet?" 'She knew he had been watching her house!'

His look of shock pleased her "Did you think I didn't know you where here" a
mocking tone that made him feel small "I see you have clean clothes on today"
a reference to the mess he made last time, a sense of embarrassment for him
and amusement for her. She stepped closer and again his feet where welded to
where he stood, she stretched out a hand, he flinched, she laughed. She placed
her hand on the side of his face "there's no need to be frightened of me ... "
she pulled his face to hers. Those soft lips gently kissed his 'it felt
wonderful.' " ... ... You only need to fear me if you upset me" With that she
grabbed the young lad by his hair and pulled him along after her as she headed
towards her house.

It was like a woman dragging a naught boy to their parents after breaking a
window. Aunty Silvia dragged Simon across the road to her front door. The lad
could have died of embarrassment, but to his amazement there was no one around
to see the spectacle. She opens the door and almost throws the lad through the
doorway THUD! He lands on the floor, she closes the door, they are now alone!
He looks up to her as she removes her jacket a hundred thoughts run through
his mind, all where either about pain or pleasure, he didn't know what was
going to happen but knew he would probably get both in some way or the other.

That strong hand once more grabbed his hair and Aunty took her Nephew for a
walk, she drags him along and through into the living room, like her it was a
well dressed and structured room, beautiful and elegant. She drags him over to
a large comfortable settee WHACK! A sharp kick to his gut catches him off
guard, Simon rolled over in agony "that's it boy roll over" she sat down and
placed her boot into his face. "There's dirt on my boots from coming over to
fetch you so you'd better clean them!"

Simon seem to know straight away what to do, his tongue went to work cleaning
the leather boots, he didn't feel embarrassed or nervous, he wasn't in any way
uncomfortable in doing as she said. After all she was Aunty Silvia, she said
something you did it, just like the rest of the family did. The phone went, a
kick from the older woman and Simon rushed over to collect it, returning he
hands it to his Aunty and resumed his position at her feet and so starts on
the other boot. "Hello yes ... ... Oh yes ... ... Doing quite nicely ... ... "
the lad didn't know who she was talking too, didn't care he had his job to do
" ... Is that so ... Yes, I'll sort that ... "

She hung up and looked down at her clean boots "well haven't you done a good
job ... " ARRRHHH! She pulls him upwards onto his knees between her legs. She
started to unbutton her blouse "I think a reward might be due ... " a lacy
black bra is revelled holding in her ample bust. To his amazement she pulls
out a pair of large yet still firm looking breasts, the young Simon could
hardly believe his eyes "let's see how you are at pleasing your Aunty ... "
She pulled his head down.

He needs no extra encouragement, but knew he had to be good or else, he dare
not think what would happen should he not please her. He takes one breast with
both hands 'god she big!' His tongue gentle runs over her breast, both Aunty
and Nephew felt a shiver down their spines, now it's time for Simon to prove
what he's capable of, his mouth and tongue go to work on her, slowly and
gently to start with. Aunty Silvia leans back and lets her Nephew show her
what he's able to do for her.

Now it's the moans of the older woman that fill the room, she's surprised but
also very pleased with Simon's performance, very pleased indeed. Her leg moved
forward allowing her to rub her boot against his hard, eager cock. The more
Simon succeeds in arousing and pleasing his Aunty the more she returns his
affections by rubbing against his cock. The more he licks and sucks the more
she rubs, Aunty and Nephew are pleasing each other in a way that neither had
though possible a few short days ago. The young and mature bodies again grind
into each other, until neither Aunty Silvia nor Simon can hold on any longer.
The room fills with moans, cries and great exhalations of breath as both Aunty
and Nephew cum together.

They collapse into each other, after a short while, Simon manages to get his
breath back he looks up at Aunty Silvia, she has this wonderful half smile on
her gorgeous face, she leans forward and gently kisses her Nephew. At that
moment Simon though his world was complete, he thought that ... ... THUD! The
brief moment of sweetness is lost as Aunty Silvia pushed Simon off her and
onto the floor.

"Looks like you've soiled your jeans again!" that mocking tone to her voice
had returned, she's right he has, she stands up and adjusts her blouse, as if
nothing had happened. "Go up stairs, undress, shower, come down with your
dirty cloths ... There are towels in the bathroom" she looks at her watch and
walks to the kitchen. Simon felt dejected, he knew he had pleased her, but
wished that she would show him she ... ... Cared! As the lad makes his way
upstairs he managed a small smile, she was Aunty Silvia and if she did show
her caring side, she wouldn't be the woman he adored so much!

Outside the house a car pulls up, two men get out, they spoke softly to each
other as if afraid to speak too loudly. They walk to the front door, it's
slightly ajar "do you think she knows were coming to see her?" Julian looked
puzzled; he ignored his brothers question and enters the house.

Inside Julian and John look around, no sign of Aunty Silvia, living room
empty, kitchen the same, but the garden! There's a sunlounger laid out, facing
away from them, but with someone obviously on it. It can only be Aunty Silvia.
Julian swallowed hard; the garden was not the place where he wanted to sort
this out, not after the last time. But sort the situation out he had to, his
obsession with Aunty Silvia and who she really was had driven him to this
point. He had swallowed his pride and told his brother about the encounter he
had had with her, how she had kicked his arse, how she had beaten him, hurt
him, humiliated him. Now he had to sort it once and for all!

Julian knew that John also had reservations about this woman and how she
seemed to be controlling the family, something had to be done. The two men
walked out into the garden, with the sunlounger facing away from them she
hadn't seen them yet ... ... But "hello boy's I hope you wiped your feet
before coming in?" Both men looked down at their shoes to see if they where
dirty! 'What was it with this woman, she could make you do things just like
that!'

Julian took in a sharp breath "RIGHT! It's like this we ... ... " he stopped
as Aunty Silvia swung round, swivelling herself off the sunlounger she half
stood up then slowly, gracefully, athletically and with style she completed a
cartwheel move to now be standing there in front of the men with her both
hands still raised in the air and a big, satisfying, even smug smile on her
pretty face.

But it wasn't just the gymnastic style move, so skilfully executed by the
older woman that stunned the men, but that Aunty Silvia was dressed in a
striking two piece bikini that showed just how wonderful this woman was.

"What the matter boy's cat got your tongue" Julian had seen Aunty Silvia's
great body before, but that was when she had been beating him into submission.
Now he had a chance to fully take in just her body, with no pain clouding his
thoughts. John was just stunned, his mouth went dry, all thoughts just escaped
his mind, he could only concentrate on her and that wonderful body.

She lowered her arms, the dramatic affect was over she had their attention
now, she stepped closer to them, smiling to herself 'how easy it was to
distract the mere male of the species' She stopped before them, then reached
out, placed a hand each of the men's jaws and pushing them upwards "now keep
them closed boys." Julian was pissed that he had been so easily distracted by
her 'SHIT!' 'But she was stunning so how could he have stopped himself.'

Aunty Silvia placed her hands on her hips "so let me tell you why I think
you're here ... ... Because your pissed with me for kicking you sorry arse ...
" She looked directly into Julian eyes; he couldn't hold her stare, too
ashamed of what had happened 'Shit, she got him again!' " ... And that was
because you wanted to know exactly who I am, and you brought your idiot
brother here ... " John looked puzzled "Er ... " was all he could say. Her
expression said it all 'How right am I!' " ... You brought idiot here as back
up in case I kick your arse again" A smug Aunty Silvia smiled, Julian's face
started to go red 'God he now really hated this woman!'

"Well I'm going to ... ." WHACK! THUD! Aunty Silvia's fists shot off her hips
into the two men' stomachs, both men double up, the older woman had caught
them by surprise CRACK! Her knee now shot up into Julian's face sending him
flying backwards SMACK! The strong forearm of the woman smashed into the side
of John's face, sending the second brother stumbling across the garden. Before
he could regain his balance John received a foot to his jaw, almost flipping
the man a complete 360 degrees CRUNCH!

Upstairs Simon had finished his shower; he wrapped a towel round his waist and
headed downstairs to see what Aunty Silvia had in store for him now!

The woman grabbed Julian by his head with two hands, yanked him upwards WHACK!
WHACK! WHACK! Her strong thigh drove hard into the mans body, still holding
the man by his head "You bitch! let him ... "John rushed up behind her CRACK!
Her foot shot out behind her and up into his chest knocking him backwards, he
stumbled falling over the sunlounger to the floor. Aunty Silvia returned to a
stunned Julian still trying to catch his breath, she pushed him upwards. He
staggered backwards as she released her grip, then THUD! Another devastating
foot that drove hard into his chest, knocking Julian off his feet and flying
backwards.

Simon walked into the living room, no sign of Aunty Silvia, the French windows
where open, for some reason he was drawn towards them THUD! The lad dropped
his clothes in shock as he saw his father fly through the air; he landed in a
heap and in obvious pain. This was now a familiar sight, Aunty Silvia doing
things her way. Simon looked at the incredibly woman, she looked so sexy in a
bikini, he was again a spectator as she went about dealing with his father!
And his Uncle John! Why was he here?

The two men dragged themselves upwards; Julian was helped up by his brother as
Aunty Silva stopped her attack on them, giving the men a chance to recover.
The two men looked at each other and back to Aunty Silvia, there where
obviously in pain but both tried to hide in, but not very well. The sexy older
woman smiled as she could see the agony and fear in their eyes, it was obvious
that Julian had told his brother about what had happened. She wondered if he
had believed Julian when he told him a woman had kicked his arse, anyway he
believed it now.

The men looked at each other again they nodded and rushed the woman, but she
was just too good for either off them, both of them, her right fist drove
across and into Johns jaw, she twisted bringing her left knee up to the right
smashing into Julian's jaw. Both men headed straight back to the floor, the
bikini clad woman dusted off her hands "time to find out not to piss off Aunty
boy's!"

Simon looked on as Aunty Silvia began her destruction of the two brothers, she
pulled them back onto their feet and let her strong body dish out the pain.
John was sent flying over Aunties shoulder a perfect judo throw the loud
CRACK! As he landed and the agonising look on his face meant at least one
cracked rib. Julian was subjected to a series of high kicks that smashed his
already battered face up. She drove him across the garden, each kick hurting
him, but not enough to drop him to the floor, just enough to inflict more
pain.

As Simon watched the destruction of his father, for the second time and his
Uncle by the wonder that was Aunty Silvia he suddenly felt a presence next to
him. Then he shuddered as two hands gently came to rest on his shoulders, a
soft voice spoke "there's no need to worry." He recognised his Aunty Becky's
sultry tone and relaxed. SMACK! Aunty Silvia's fists meet Julian's jaw WHACK!
She spun round, her foot drove hard into John's chest, and Simon carried on
watching as his other Aunties hands started to very slowly explore his
youthful body.

Aunty Silvia's dragged John up onto his feet "call yourself a man!" WHACK! A
fist to his gut and he drops to his knees then CRACK! Her knees slammed into
his face, the man flaps around on the floor like he was a fish out of water.
She leaves him and walks over to a very scared looking Julian.

Aunty Becky said nothing else as she stood behind her Nephew, her hands roamed
over his firm young body. As he carried on watching Aunty Silvia in action his
other Aunty moved closer to him pressing her body into his as her hands
wandered over his chest, down his torso and beyond. Simon was the luckiest lad
alive, he was watching the sheer magnificence that was Aunty Silvia, as she
showed her power, skill and brilliance by beating his Father and Uncle. And
the lad also had his hot other Aunty who was now overpowering him sexually by
her gentle but firm study of her Nephews body.

WHACK! Julian's nose explodes under the force of that last blow, blood
splatters everywhere, he's on the floor looking up at an amazing, superior
bikini clad older woman that is bearing down on him. He tries to shuffle
backwards using his arms, but CRUNCH! The Aunties foot drive home, colliding
into his groin and dishing out unbelievable pain.

Simon's cock was as hard and as excited as he though possible when Aunty
Becky's lips kissed her Nephew's inviting neck and Aunty Silvia's dishes out
more hurt to the men. A hand moved down and released the towel from around the
young lad, it fell to the floor allowing Aunty Becky access to her Nephews
throbbing hard cock. "My my Simon, you are a big boy" she couldn't resist
saying it, he was everything she had been told. "What do you like most
watching Aunty Silvia.." The older beauty spun round her foot smashed into the
side of Uncle John's body WHACK! The man dropped to his knees in agony " ...
Or having me, here, now?" She grabbed his hard cock in her hand and slowly
started to wank the lad. 'Oh Christ!'

John was lying on the floor, face down, he was almost out off it, so time for
Aunty to finish him off, she jumped up and came down hard on his back into a
sitting position ARRRRRRRR! He still had enough strength to cry out in pain,
which amused her. She grabbed him by his chin, both hands and pulled back
hard, pulling the man's head and upper body up and backwards, all she needed
was a wrestling ring to make it look even better. He was unable to do
anything, just take the pain. She pulled him further and further backwards,
tears rolled down his face, Julian wanted to help his brother, but didn't, if
she was hurting John she wasn't hurting him! Further and further she pulled
John backwards, using her own weight sat on his back to make the experience
even more painful. She pulled until John could take no more, his eyes rolled
backwards and the man was out cold. Julian started to cry, not for his brother
but now it meant that there was only him for Aunty Silvia to deal with!

Simon's head was sent spinning, 'What did he like most?' watching a
devastating and gorgeous woman demolish two grown men, especially when one's
your own father. Or be wanked off by an equally gorgeous Aunty ... ... 'What
could be better?' Having both at the same time! As Aunty Becky carried on
seducing her Nephew physically, her hand holding him, playing with him and
controlling his youthful body, Aunty Silvia carried on with her demonstration
of female superiority and power. She carried on seducing the young lad
mentally by showing him what she's capable of doing, beating the body but
still able to control his mind.

Aunty Silvia grabs Julian, pulls the crying defeated man up, spins his almost
lifeless body round and UUHHHHHH! Her powerful arm is thrown around his neck,
now she applies the pressure, he can't, doesn't last long as the Aunty flexes.
She pushes her large breasts into the mans back, her keen drives hard into the
base of his spine to give her better leverage. He can't get out of her chock
hold; it's just now a case of how long can the man last, his arms flaps around
in panic as his oxygen runs out and then nothing! Like his brother Julian is
now just another victim of Aunty Silvia!

She let Julian's body drop to the floor, the victor stands, a display of a
superior female over the inferior male. She now turns and walks to the house.
There is her Nephew; naked being stimulated by his other attractive Aunty "is
he ready yet?" Simon has that look of ecstasy and agony on his face, a look
that Aunty Silvia is becoming very familiar with. Becky looks up from her
seductive, sensual and passionate kissing of the young lads face and neck "Oh
he's almost there!" Aunty Silvia walks right up to Simon he's now sandwich
between his two Aunties. Aunty Silvia smiles "I have an idea what to do now
... ... !"