Who's the Aunty?
By Crossmanx at crossmanx@hotmail.co.uk - Comments and Ideas welcome
'Who's the Aunty?.... Aunty Silvia's the Aunty and that's all you need to know!'


The Fletcher's where very family orientated; it seemed there was always
something going on, a get-together or party, a birthday or anniversary, a
wedding or funeral, always something happening. It was also a big family,
cousins, Nephews & Nieces, Aunties & Uncles, in-Laws and even a few outlaws,
all very complicated. Especially to young Simon Fletcher, the lad had recently
got the 'bug' to know more about his family. He had looked through the
collection of family photos, he knew most of the faces but there was always
the one or two that he had to ask his parents about. But there was one face
that seemed to appear more than most, a face that was in every party photo,
every birthday celebration photo, every wedding and christening photo and even
every funeral photo. He knew the face, everyone knew the face, everyone knew
Aunty Silvia!

Simon thought about doing a family tree, he spent ages planning it out who was
married to who, who's children belonged to who, his mum had helped him, she
had got quiet into the family tree as well. Even his dad had joined in and
there were a couple of times that he had overheard his parents talking about
whose children where really who's. It seemed there where a few secrets in the
family, Simon was beginning to find this even more interesting! But one
evening as he worked on his project he asked "Aunty Silvia ... Who is she?"
His mum looked confused "you know who she is!" "No mum, who is she related to
... who's her parents ... does she have any children ... is she my Aunty ...
where does she fit in the family?"

She went to speak but realised she couldn't answer his questions, Aunty Silvia
had always been there, she was the one everyone turned to in the family. When
ever there was a party the first person you invited was Aunty Silvia, when you
organised a surprise birthday you always checked with Aunty Silvia that it was
the right thing to do. When you chose a present for someone you always spoke
to Aunty Silvia to make sure it was suitable. Nothing got done in the family
without Aunty Silvia's say so or approval, but even so Simon's mum was finding
it difficult to remember who exactly she was related to, she was sure that she
wasn't her Aunty ... Or was she?

That evening Simon overheard his parents talking "well I don't know, I though
she was part of your family, she was at our wedding but who invited her?"
Simon's dad, Julian, was now also confused about who Aunty Silvia was, she was
a very striking woman, but that was something else, who was this woman? By the
conversation he had with his wife, Kathy, and a few discrete phone calls he
was none the wiser as to exactly who was Aunty Silvia.

It seemed that no one really knew who Aunty Silvia was, some people though she
was related to someone that was already dead, but no one knew who, some
thought she was the sister of him or her, but further investigation knocked
that idea on the head. The more that Julian looking into this the more it
intrigued him ... ... who exactly was she?

Over the next few weeks the more people he investigated it the more confused
Julian became, what had been his son's, Simon's, family history project now
became a bit of a fixation with him. He decided to speak to the older members
of the family, he got the "Oh you know who she is, Aunty Silvia.. What the
weather like outside", even those older than Silvia always referred to her as
'Aunty Silvia!' He did find out that over the years there had been a number of
family members that had left large amounts of money and property to Aunty
Silvia in their wills. By the sound of things this woman, who ever she was,
had inherited quite a bit over the years and was living the good life. Julian
was starting to think there was something more to this woman, the family was
always putting her first and she was doing quite nicely out of it.

The family always went out of their way to make sure that Aunty Silvia was
looked after, she always had someone near by to her that seemed to top up her
drink, get food from the buffet and do her bidding. The more Julian spoke to
people the more he was convinced there was something not right with all this.
But why had no one else in the family noticed this, why had no one in the
family challenged her, found out who she is?

It was Friday the end of the week, the weather had been good and a BBQ had
been arranged around, Uncle John's house, Simon looked around as his father
was talking to his brother, Uncle John, and a couple of their cousins. Simon
could easily guess what the conversation was about; it was as if Aunty Silvia
was his fathers obsession now, the young lad had wished he had never even
mentioned doing a family tree. The men where all around the BBQ, where else
would they be, Simon looked around the gathers, all the normal family members
where there and over the other side of the garden was Aunty Silvia, she was
stood talking to Simon's Grandparents, everything seemed so normal, but even
he had to admit he wondered who she was.

Even so there was something else about Aunty Silvia, not just the mystery
about who she was, that curiousness that now surrounded this woman. But no
matter where you where at these gatherings you always had to look around to
make sure you could see her at some stage, people where drawn to her, there
was defiantly something about Aunty Silvia. For Simon it was simple, it was
something sexual, she was a very attractive woman, and it scared him, but in a
good way.

Aunty Silvia was quiet old, but he would never say that out loud, she must
have been around 50, or so he though. But then again no one really knew, as it
seemed no one really knew her at all! She was tallish, same height as Simon,
but unlike the young lad she was all woman, even though he thought she was old
her face was attractive, it showed her age, but was still attractive. Deep
eyes and soft red lips surrounded by short fair curly hair, when she was
younger she must have been blond but over time it had lightened, and dare he
say started to even a few white strands that he found 'interesting!' But there
was something, the hair, the soft lines around her eyes, her face was thin but
still made you just want to stare at her.

Then there was her body, Aunty Silvia liked to where skirts, not too short but
short enough to show off a pair of firm legs, even strong looking. The skirts
where never too short, she never looked like 'Mutton dressed as Lamb' she
dressed appropriate for her age, but in a way that made you think 'Wow!' when
you saw her. The rest of her was just as good to look at, a slim waits that
drew you up towards her ample bust, in fact the more the young lad thought
about it the more Aunty Silvia, not matter what her age, became more and more
appealing. But one of the things that Simon had always noticed was her arms,
they where quiet large for a woman, not fat or anything but muscular, nothing
too much, nothing over the top, but you knew that she must be a strong woman,
those arms, those legs, those large breast, her good looks ... ... He felt a
stirring as he watched her, she was so ...

Suddenly a hand grabbed him "Simon!" "OOHHH!" The young lad almost jumped out
his skin, a laugh and "did I make you jump?" There was Aunty Becky, his Uncle
John's wife.

"So where was you, you looked miles away?" She followed the direction of
Simon's glare; she soon found what had grabbed his attention, Aunty Silvia.
The other Aunty smiled, Simon felt embarrassed, she seen what he was staring
at? Aunty Becky's hand was still on his arm, she gently rubbed it, "well what
ever it was I'm sure you'll get to grips with it" 'what did she mean by that?'
Aunty Becky was the only other woman in the family that he was attracted to,
in her early 40's, or so he though, she was younger than Aunty Saliva and also
attractive, but with long flowing red hair and a good body. It didn't look as
strong as Aunty Silvia's but it was just as curvy and busty.

The Aunty looked into her Nephews eyes, he became suddenly more uncomfortable
and more excited, she smiled, it was a very gorgeous smile "make sure you have
fun" she said and then gave her Nephew a kiss on his check 'that was strange!'
She didn't normally do that, then Aunty Becky walked over to where Aunty
Silvia was, the women started to talk. A strange feeling came over the boy as
both women's eyes looked in his direction, the women laughed, an even more
embarrassed Simon headed off inside the house. He started to go red and also
felt his excitement grow, best get out sight he thought!

From inside of the house Simon watched his Aunties, the smile on his face and
the bulge in his trousers said it all. There where also other eyes on Aunty
Silvia, Julian appreciated the woman's good looks, how could he not, she also
had a similar affect on him as she had on his son. But Julian still couldn't
get this though of his head 'who was she, who was Aunty Silvia?'

A week later Silvia pulled up outside the Fletcher's home, she checked her
look in the mirror, running her tongue over her soft full lips, she looking
stunning, as always. She got out and headed up the drive way, Julian was out
by his car, bonnet up checking the engine, something made him look up, a
feeling that someone was there. There stood Aunty Silvia, she looked good, as
Aunty Silvia always did "Good day Julian" with that she just walked past him
heading towards the gate that lead into the rear garden. Julian just followed,
it was one of the strange 'powers' the woman had, she didn't need to explain
something, people just knew what to do, what she wanted them to do and this
was one of those situations.

They walked into the rear garden, it was quiet a secluded area, "Kathy's out?"
Aunty Silvia's tone took the man back a bit "yes ... Yes she won't be back for
a while.. Why is there ... " The look on her face made Julian stop mid
sentence "I've hear that you've been asking around about me!" Her look and
tone made the man nervous, the atmosphere suddenly changed and he didn't like
it, he didn't like it one bit. "Well have you?" It was a question that she
obviously already knew the answer to and she made him feel like a naught
little boy, he became very uneasy.

"Well ... " her stare sent a cold shiver down him as he looked away from her,
but then 'Sod This!' Julian seemed all of a sudden to grow some balls and he
turned on Aunty Silvia "well yes I have been ... " the older woman's eye brow
raised "I've been trying to find out just who you are ... " The woman smiled,
a smile of 'well this is a change', Julian was growing quickly in confidence,
as far as he knew no one had ever talked to Aunty Silvia like this. "So the
question really should be Aunty Silvia.." a sarcastic tone now came to his
voice, as the confidence turned him into a man. " ... I've talked to quite a
lot of the family and no one knows who you are ... I mean who you really
are.." Aunty Silvia just stood there, that smile still on her face, she was
amused and both irritated by Julian's little out burst all at the same time.
"So Aunty Silvia who exactly are you?"

The confidant man stood there, for once there was someone different in charge
and it wasn't Aunty Silvia. 'God that felt good!' Julian buzzing, he was so
electrified by his outburst at her, the boot was now on the other foot and the
man was brimming with confidence, he was on a role and nothing could stop him
now!

WHACK! Julian staggered backwards; he had braced himself from her harsh
tongue, but hadn't expected her even harsher fist SMACK! Or the second one
either! His steadied himself "what the hell ... " SLAP! Aunty Silvia, the much
older woman's delivered a callous backhand across his face ARRRHHH!

Inside the house Simon was in his room, he thought he heard something out
side, OOOWWWHHH! 'There it was again!' The young lad went over to the window,
the sight that greeted him shocked and stunned him, his jaw dropped as he was
now looking down at the 'family encounter' that was taking place in the rear
garden.

At first he couldn't see clearly, tree braches blocked his view then he was
greeted with the strange sight of his father staggered into clear view,
followed by the mysterious Aunty Silvia. It was something he would never
forget as the woman lashed out at the man, not with words but with her fists!
In the garden the older woman's fist crashed back into Julian's soft body, the
winded man dropped to his knees, Aunty Silvia grabbed Julian by his hair,
pulled his head backwards so he looked up to her WHACK! The woman's strong
thigh now slammed into the side of his face, Julian groaned with pain while
Simon gasped in amazement. Outside the woman said her peace "if you weren't
sure you should have just asked me ... " THUD! The other side of his face was
treated to the same pleasure of a firm thigh. " ... And if you're still not
sure ... " CRACK! Her knee shot up into his jaw sending the man sprawling
backwards " ... Let me introduce myself ... " The man was now laid out on the
lawn "I'm your Aunty Silvia!" CRUNCH! ARRRRHHHH! Her foot came crashing down
into Julian's groin.

Simon winched at Aunty Silvia's brutal action on his father, as Julian rolled
around holding himself the young lad couldn't imagine the agony his father was
going through. The boy couldn't believe what he was witnessing, Aunty Silvia
pulls Julian up off the ground then WHACK! A fist that drove hard into the
young lads father, knocking the man backwards, but as Aunty Silvia carried on
knocking his father around the garden overhanging braches from the trees
hampered Simon's view. The lad had to carry on watching this display of pure
female power. He realised just how this had excited him and felt a little
ashamed at enjoying the sight of his father being beaten by a woman, then as
the one sided brawl moved further across the lawn his view was totally
blocked, his guilt at being excited evaporated as his horror at not being able
to see took over. The lad rushed downstairs to get a view through the large
rear French windows.

Julian was back on the floor as Simon came to a halt, back away from the
window so he wasn't seen, again Aunty Silvia dragged the man back to his feet
"do you think you know who I am yet?" She mocked the man, he didn't, couldn't
reply as he tried to catch his breath, Aunty Silvia began to unbuttoned her
blouse WHACK! She smashed another fist into Simon's father, the man again
staggered backwards. It was quiet a sight this older woman knocking his father
about, her blouse undone and the odd glimpse of her black bra holding in those
full breasts of hers. Simon was drawn forward by this captivating sight CRACK!
Yet another harsh blow that sent Julian tumbling backwards, the woman then
grabbed Julian by his arm turned and WOOOSSSHHH! THUD! The father was send to
the ground by a judo throw over the older woman shoulder, whilst the son
watched and though to himself 'wish that had been me!'

Simon moved closer to the window as Aunty Silvia removed her blouse 'God she
looks stunning!' The woman throws the blouse down and with both hands grabs
hold of the man in front of her by his hair ARRRHHHH! She yanks him upwards
and throws him across the lawn at the same time. Simon winced 'that had to
hurt' his father rolled around holding his head, the pain was so intent that
he had though she had actually pulled out his hair by the roots!

Simon's mouth went dry as he watched this sexy woman in just her skirt and bra
walk around his fallen father on the floor, her body was incredible to the
boy. He had seen Aunty Silvia's arm before but now he could see the rest of
her toned body, he was again drawn closer and closer to the open window. The
older woman pulls the man up onto his knees, Simon felt jealous of his father
as he knelt there before such a woman.

"Julian is such a girls name ... " WHACK! "But it so suite you.." THUD!
"you've always been such a soft boy" she leaned down to the battered mans ear,
as she whispered to him she also directed her look to the house and where
Simon stood, not completely hidden from view. "I hope your son isn't as soft
... " and with a smile "but I'm sure I can harden him up!" With that she
gabbed his head and forced it into her ample bust, she held the mans head
there as she now stared straight at Simon, the son was now so envious of his
father. Julian's face was buried deep into Aunty Silvia's large breasts, but
it wasn't long before he was starting to gasp for air. The older woman still
held the gaze of Simon, the youngster took a step forwards, as if this
mysterious woman has some unseen power over him. Simon now stood in the middle
of the open French window's as Aunty Silvia carried on suffocating the young
lads father ... ... WHACK!

Her knee shot forward sending the man flying backwards, he struggled to take
in much needed oxygen, his heat raced as he tried to fill his lungs, was it
the lack of air or those great breasts that he had sent the blood rushing
around his body. As Julian's heart rate slowed and breathing clamed down, he
couldn't believe how this woman was beating him so easily, she was much older
that him, so how the hell could a woman that age be so skilled, so strong, so
brutal. How could this old woman be so agile and flexible, he was 38, she must
be ... ... CRACK! She wasn't finished with his yet, she still hadn't made her
point clear yet!

With Julian still on the floor Aunty Silvia unzipped her skirt, it immediately
dropped to the floor, now the stunning older woman was dressed in just her
black underwear, Simon felt his heart pound even faster at the sight of her
now. She stepped out of the skirt on the ground and walked slowly towards the
boys father, again that jealously started to take over the youngster as his
father was again on the receiving end of all of Aunty Silvia's attention
CRACK! WHACK! THUD! Simon could now appreciate all of the woman's body, those
strong legs looked just as wonderful as the rest of her.

Julian staggered back under another hard smack from the woman, he was dazed,
disorientated, he had been broken by this woman. But even in his painful and
pitiful state he could still appreciate the staggering woman that stood before
him, not only her strength, skill and superiority, but stood there in her sexy
underwear how incredible she was WHACK! UUUHHHHHHH! Julian stumbled back under
another severe blow from 'Aunty.' Simon gasped in awe as the woman showed
stunning ability as she jumped up and with a scissor move her legs clamped
around Julian's torso and THUD! The incredible woman took the man down to the
ground, Simon was shocked, he didn't think that such a athletic move possible
by an older woman! But he was watching Aunty Silvia.

The last few minutes had showed him that this woman was something else,
something special, something awesome! She had taken down Julian now on the
floor, her legs wrapped around him she applied the pressure, the father cried
out in agony, the son looked on in envy. Those strong legs around his father,
even though tears of anguish rolled down Juliann's face, Simon was trying to
imagine what those wonderful, strong legs must feel like wrapped around you.

Aunty Silvia grabbed Julian by his hair pulled his head back so he was facing
her "what a cry baby you are" her other hand launched at his groin, she
grabbed him OOOWWWWHHHH! "And nothing much there either" she looked over to
the shocked young lad in the open door "hope he doesn't take after you"
ARRRRHHHHH! She applied those strong legs again "so have you found out who I
am yet?" "Yes ... Yes ... You ... Your Aunty Silvia" she smiled ARRRRRHHHH!
More pain for the man "so who's the Aunty?" More pressure and more pain for
Julian "You are ... YOU ARE" "then say it" "You're the Aunty.. YOU'RE THE
AUNTY ... "

With that she released her grip on him, Julian rolled over into a ball, he
held his hurting body and he cried with embracement at what the woman had done
to him, how she hurt and humiliated him. But if he though it was over ... "Up
you get" Aunty pulls the man back to his feet, tears still ran down the
crushed mans face, she stepped away from the sorry excuse for a man. Simon
wondered what else this woman could possible do to degrade him any more CRACK!
The woman's launched her foot upwards smashing it into the side of his head,
spinning the man around and into a state of unconsciousness before he smashed
back into the ground.

Julian's defeat was completed, she had shown him what she was capable of, and
he had submitted to her, she had ripped him apart, destroyed him and
humiliated him in front of his own son. The son had watched his fathers demise
at the hands of this stunning woman that now stood over his fallen body. The
boy had not wanted to step in and save his father, he had been amazed by Aunty
Silvia and what she was capable of and even at times been jealous of his
father's suffering at this dominatrix hands.

Simon stood there in the open French window, it was as if he was welded to the
floor, he could not move as the woman who had dominated his father walked up
to him. And he couldn't take his eyes off her and her fantastic body. 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 ... ?"