Aunty'' self-defence books
by JimP
Young man discovers an exciting secret from his aunty's past.


(c)Jim P 2023

It was Saturday morning and living on my own in a one bedroom maisonette in a
small market town not far from where I worked, I walked to the market square
to do my weekly shop.

'Hello James, fancy meeting you here!'

I turned around at the familiar voice, unable to place it, to see a face I
hadn't seen for years.

'Aunty Michelle! Is that really you?' I exclaimed in complete surprise.

'No, I'm an imposter!' she quipped with a broad smile that pushed up the sides
of her cheeks in a cheerful and pleasing manner.

Let me explain. My mum's from a big family with several brothers, one of whom
worked at Heathrow as a loader and had married Michelle, a stewardess. She was
certainly the most glamorous looking of my aunts. For some reason they
divorced after a few years. I never knew why and no-one spoke of it. She was
still Aunty Michelle to me and I never expected to find her here as it was
no-where near Heathrow. After a short exchange of pleasantries, she suggested
we go to the cafe on the corner of the square to have a proper chat. It turned
out we had both moved to the same part of the country and by coincidence ended
up living in the same town.

Aunty complimented me on being a handsome young man, which made me blush as
she was a very good-looking woman even though she must have been in her late
50's while I was in my mid twenties. Without her high-heels, she would be
around 5'4' compared with my 5'8'. Short blonde hair curled by the sides of
her neck and partly covered her ears with a few strands forming a loose fringe
on a high forehead. Her face was a pleasant oval shape with slim eyebrows
arching over slender enchanting hazel eyes that had a subtle touch of mascara
and eye-shadow. She had a marvellous skin complexion, firm with no signs of
wrinkles, creases or looseness. Her nose was long and quite prominent with
high-cheekbones and a quite wide mouth with slender lips. Over a shapely
medium-sized upper body that sported a large wide bust was a sleeveless pale
blue blouse that showed off quite thick arms. At first I thought they might be
soft but as we chatted there were exciting glimpses where the back of an arm
showed firmness that faintly resembled triceps and her forearms had a
strong-looking shape and lightly brawny with hints of cord-like tendons. That
certainly perked up my attention!

Around the neckline of her blouse there were clearly defined slopes from the
back of her neck down to her shoulders and a cleanly defined collarbone. Any
notions that Aunty worked out was dispelled by being slightly plump around the
waist and belly. She was certainly very well stacked with a wide full bust. If
I were to guess I would say she had a 32FF bust, a 28' waist and 38' hips.
Wearing a black knee length skirt, her lower legs were covered in sheer black
nylons with her feet tucked into high-heeled shoes. These made the shape of
the top of her feet very sensual in a way I did not expect while emphasizing
quite large shapely calves.

Over coffee she told me that after the divorce she had remained a stewardess
but transferred to another, smaller, airport. She had rented close-by but it
was pricey and didn't want to live there when she retired so wanted somewhere
of her own within commuting distance but nicer. So she got herself a place
here as it was cheaper and a small town with local shops and fairly decent
facilities. Similar reasons I moved here rather than the town where I'd
worked. The downside for her was the commute wasn't good at peak hours and
working long-distance flights meant she hadn't gotten around to unpack all but
the essentials from her old place. I had only known Michelle when I was a
teenager and now reacquainted as a young man I was seeing her in a new light
and found her captivating, engaging and gorgeous. Eager to spend more time
with her, I offered to lend a hand with the unpacking. She accepted with an
infectious broad smile and we agreed to meet up the following day and gave me
the address, which was only around the corner from my place. She told me she
would get a spare key cut so I could let myself in when she was working.

'I'm pleased that you feel you can trust me,' I remarked.

'Why wouldn't I?' she gave me another of her wide infectuous smiles that
always made me feel nice inside.

'I would do anything to help my favourite aunty,' I replied, even though
strictly speaking she was no longer my aunt.

The next day I walked around to her place. Aunty answered the door, wearing an
eye-catching pink blouse and matching knee-length skirt that stretched tightly
between slightly thick thighs and moved in an alluring and provocative manner.
She again wore sheer-black nylons over her lower legs which were shapely and
sexy. Aunt Michelle always looked stylish, stunning and fashionable. I guess
that was part of the job as a stewardess. She must have been a real hottie
back in the day and to be honest, was still good-looking even though she was
twice my age and old enough to be my mother! I complimented her on how good
she looked which she accepted with a warm gracious smile then showed me into
the living room where there were a few large cardboard boxes in one corner.

'That shouldn't take long between the two of us,' I said.

'Er, actually there wasn't much room for them down here so the removal men put
them in the loft,' she gave an apologetic smile.

'Some of them are still unopened from after the divorce as there wasn't much
room at my old flat and I did a lot of long-haul flights which didn't leave me
much time.'

I looked at what she was wearing.

'Are you going to change into something that you won't mind getting dirty and
easy to clean?' I asked.

'Would you rather see me in a baggy jumper and jeans?' she smiled. 'Actually,
I don't have anything like that. These are old clothes. I'll be fine.'

Aunty guided me up the stairs until we stood beneath a hatch in the ceiling
above the landing. Opening a cupboard she took out a pole with a hook on the
end.

'Stand back here next to me,' she said.

It felt great as the beautiful mature blonde took hold of my arm and gently
pulled me by her side where I could smell the subtle fragrant perfume she
wore. Reaching up with the pole, she pressed the blunt end against the hatch
door. There was a loud click and then it fell open and the bottom of a
counter-weighted extendable metal ladder swung into view. Michelle used the
hook end to pull the end of the ladder within hand's reach then slid the rest
down to the floor. She then used the blunt end to flick a switch fixed to the
inside of the entry hatch and a light came on in the loft.

'Ta-da!' she chimed as if having just done a magic trick. 'It is fully
floor-boarded up there. The previous owner had a model railway track up
there,' she smiled. 'I'll go up and pass the boxes down to you to put in the
spare room out of the way for us to sort through later.'

'Maybe I should go up and pass down the boxes?' I said.

'Hey, don't go sexist on me and I'm not past it just yet!' she chuckled. 'I'll
have you know that I'm stronger than I look. I don't need to go to a gym when
I've been lugging around big heavy suitcases and manhandling fully laden
hostess trollies for most of my life,' she smiled. 'You won't find no bingo
wings on me just yet, my lad.'

'Fine, but please take off those high-heels first. Health and Safety and all
that.'

'OK, I'll give you that one but I'm not afraid to go up ladders.'

'How about we take turns' You do a bit of passing them down then we'll swap if
you get tired.'

I was careful not to say 'when'.

'It's a deal but I've got loads of stamina and can outlast any man and not
just in the bedroom,' she gave me a saucy wink and a smile. 'Oh don't look so
shocked, I'm sure you have a girlfriend.'

I admitted that I didn't.

'What' a handsome fellow like you! Maybe I'll have you as my toy boy!' she
chuckled and gave me a saucy wink which made me feel strange inside.

Removing her high-heels to put on slippers, Aunt Michelle began to climb the
ladder.

"And no trying on my shoes," she laughed.

That's when I discovered a few things about her that I hadn't noticed before.
When the back of her large calves were about level with my chest, I was unable
to stop looking as they flexed right before me into solid muscle! With each
rung she took, her calves bulged into big hard-looking heart-shaped muscle.
Thick and strongly defined, each set of calves had deep hard edges and a cleft
between the muscle-heads and seemed to shine with, what I guess was, muscle
tone. I had already discovered that female muscular calves were very sexy and
always got my attention when I saw a good pair on a woman, but never expected
to be staring at a great pair up-close right before my eyes and very sexy they
were too! That's when I also saw the sheer black nylons she wore, which made
her calves look amazing. They had black seams running up the back, which her
flexed calves pushed out, and I hoped that meant she wore stockings!

'Are you looking up my skirt?' a voice called down as she carefully ascended
the ladder.

'No aunty' I replied, 'You have very beautiful calves.'

'It's all that walking I do wearing high-heels for all these years. You don't
think they are too big and muscly?'

'No, I think they are beautiful and very sexy.'

'Flatterer!'

I averted my eyes as she neared the top of the ladder to avoid looking up her
skirt, although I was curious whether she wore stockings.

The next surprise came when Michelle was passing the big boxes down to me. She
had no difficultly picking them up and manoeuvring them down the ladder for me
to get a hold of to take to the bottom. I got good close-up views of her
forearms during the process. As I had briefly noticed at the cafe, they were
quite thick and brawny with strong looking tendons that stood out prominently
as she passed the boxes to me. I again caught brief glimpses of what I swore
were lightly-defined triceps! She caught me looking and gave me a questioning
stare.

'Amazing forearms," I remarked. "They look very firm and quite strong.'

'I could certainly wipe you out in an arm-wrestle,' she winked with a smile.
"Maybe we'll try later and I'll smash your male ego," she chuckled jokingly.

The thought of arm-wrestling her made my dick lurch and I was trying to work
up the courage to ask her to demonstrate but she had gone to get the next box.
I also realised how distractingly buxom she was when leaning forward to pass
down the boxes with her frontage jiggling around in a very exciting manner!

We never got to swap places, as aunty didn't seem to tire. I spent the rest of
the day helping her to unpack a box at a time so she could decide whether to
keep the items and if so, where they should go. The rest was sorted into a
pile of decent stuff that could be denoted to a charity shop with the
remainder taken to the tidy-tip in her car, where she got a lot of admiring
looks! When we finally sat down for tea, I couldn't help noticing how her
skirt rode up to reveal a great pair of firm-looking thighs in addition to
those calves. I really enjoyed our time together and probably had a bit of a
crush on her even though she was my ex-aunt and twice my age. Even then I
thought her far too good-looking and out of my league. I offered to return the
next day after work to continue helping. She smiled then told me she was
working long-haul this week but would appreciate it if I could go through the
remaining boxes, putting stuff neatly into piles for keeping, donating or
chucking which she would check when she returned. I agreed and she gave me a
goodnight kiss that gave me an instant boner!

I went in after work for a few days and made good progress with the boxes.
Opening one marked 'Books' I was puzzled by an old battered leather cushion on
top of romantic novels and travelogues. Then to my surprise, at the very
bottom, I came across a load of women's self-defence books from the 60's and
70's. I was staggered that aunty had such books and wondered why they were
stashed away at the bottom' It was like uncovering some dark elicit personal
secret. Intrigued I opened one and looked through the pages. It wasn't long
before I was looking through all of those books in fascination. I couldn't
believe how turned on I was becoming by the pictures, mainly black and white,
of good-looking feminine women in flowing skirts or dresses with nylons and
heels fighting off horny men with amazing combat techniques and quite
aggressively too. Some wore mini-skirts and tight fitting high-heeled leather
boots that clung to the shape of their calves. Back then, women were unafraid
to look sexy and feminine just like Aunt Michelle did even now. Every page I
turned my dick got harder as any man dumb enough to try it on with these
beauties were ruthlessly dealt with while retaining their femininity. They
were too hot to handle. It was incredibly arousing, unlike modern films or
shows where the women dressed and fought like men. I'm ashamed to say it all
got a bit too much and began wanking off! I know it was a bad thing to do,
especially in aunt's house, and cleaned up as best I could, fairly sure she
wouldn't notice. I was tempted to take a few home for 'private study'. She
wouldn't miss them, after all they'd been sealed in a box for who knows how
long but then that would be stealing wouldn't it'

The following evening after I let myself in and checked no-one was home, I
went straight for those books. I hadn't been able to stop thinking about them,
leading to a few more messy 'accidents' and didn't get much sleep due
continuous wet dreams! I was just starting to get engrossed in my 'studies'
when I heard a key in the front door lock. Oh crap! I'd forgotten Aunty was
due back today. I quickly got myself presentable but she came upstairs and
caught me red-handed with one of the books in my hand and sweating from my
exertions.

'Hello James, what've you found there?'

She walked across and took it from my hand then gave me a strange look.

'If it's a bit hot for you in here, you could always have opened a window.'

'I'm fine aunty, I'll remember that in future. Good to see you back.'

Of course Michelle looked impeccable and stylish. An attractive curvaceous
woman in a blue blouse, dark blue skirt, sheer-black nylons and light blue
slip-on heels.

'You look great,' I told her.

'Thank you dear,' she replied looking at the book. 'I remember this. Some of
my friends and I used this to learn how to take care of ourselves. Oh, you've
found the others, how wonderful!'

The thought of my good-looking aunty learning self-defence from these books
was highly arousing and it was all too easy to imagine her in the place of
those sexy kick-ass ladies in the pictures.

'Was that before you were a stewardess?'

'Oh no,' she replied picking up another to look at.

'Surely the airline gave you basic self-defence lessons?'

'Not in those days. They do now but back then stewardesses were only there to
look good and keep the passengers happy.'

'So you taught yourself from books?' I asked in disbelief.

'Oh yes, we used to practice on unsuspecting local boys until word got around
and they avoided us,' she chuckled. 'Anyway I need a nice cuppa and a bite to
eat,' she told me, putting down the books and leading the way downstairs.

I sat down on the sofa while Aunty prepared tea and a few sandwiches, still
thinking about the pictures in those antique books that turned me on so
strongly now with my mature exciting aunty as the action woman. Placing the
tea and sandwiches on the coffee table she sat down next to me. It felt great
having such a gorgeous woman sitting next to me, just her and me alone. I
couldn't help staring at the sides of her large shapely calves as she crossed
her legs. Then the hem of her skirt slid back revealing firm thickish thighs
looking sensational clad in sheer-black nylon. I kept fantasising about how
dangerous that capable looking knee could be as she placed one on top of the
other, and how she could squeeze me helpless in those firm strong looking legs
of hers.

'You seem engrossed in my legs, James,' she said with a broad smile.

"Er, sorry," I was embarrassed to have been caught staring. "I was just
thinking to myself."

'That's okay, I'm used to men looking at my legs," she smiled. "What were you
thinking about?'

Her question brought me out of my daydream.

'I was wondering whether you could demonstrate some of those self-defence
moves and techniques on me. They look amazing in those books.'

Would she think I was some kind of pervert for asking' I felt foolish for
asking and expected some kind of rebuke. Instead I was stunned when the hem of
her skirt rose higher to reveal matt-black bands of her stocking tops. She was
wearing stockings and suspenders! A strange smile touched her lips.

'Those techniques are far too dangerous and not for fun. I could seriously
hurt you or kill you.'

The way she stated that with confidence made my dick lurch and my enthusiasm
for her to show me grow.

I couldn't stop staring at her stocking tops even though she was looking right
at me. Wow she was really incredibly sexy for her age and I wouldn't mind
getting to grips with that shapely buxom body in a bit of rough and tumble.

'Please, I really want you to show me. It looks so exciting. I'm sure you can
go easy on me.'

Did that sound a bit whiny' She kept looking at me with a knowing smile.
Before I could look away from her thighs, the knee on top of her crossed legs
rose slightly higher and the hem of her skirt fell back even more. My eyes
were glued to the black suspenders running from the stocking tops over the
creamy firm skin of her upper thighs.

'Don't be scared or shy," she said in quite a seductive voice. "But you should
be careful what you wish for, James.'

Her smile got wider with a twinkle in her eyes.

'How do you think it would feel with this knee," my eyes followed as she ran a
hand over the rounded curves of the top knee. "That you can't keep your eyes
off, buried in your groin?'

I swallowed hard and my dick gave another lurch at that thought.

'Please Aunty Michelle. I trust you but I really want to experience you doing
self-defence. I'm sure you won't hurt me.'

'If I agree to use you as my self-defence practice dummy," she spoke softly
and slowly then paused. "I'm not saying that I will. What would you like me to
wear?'

I felt my face heat up as she smiled seductively at me. Was my attractive
aunty flirting with me' She was still a very attractive woman, but it was
unlikely as I was hardly handsome.

'Could you dress like the women in the pictures of your books?'

'I've not got any clothes that old,' she laughed.

'You look so elegant and stylish in what you normally wear. Maybe something
like that if you've got some old ones you don't mind practising in.'

'My, you have thought this through,' she said with a chuckle. 'I'm sure I can
find something close enough to my uniform that will meet your requirements,'
she said with a smile.

'Thank you,' I replied, not wanting to seem too pushy.

'Very well. Let me just get changed but I'll warn you that on your own head be
it.'

She uncrossed her sexy legs and stood up, my eyes following the sweeping
curves of the side of her large calves. Looking down at me with a wide smile,
I realised she was just as excited about this as me!

'In the meantime, you can move back some of this furniture to give us a space
to practice.'

Still smiling she winked then left the room. It was only then that I began to
wonder what had I got myself into and looked forward in exhilaration at
getting to grips with my lovely aunty's full-figured body!

A while later, Michelle re-entered the room, looking stunning in a blue
blouse, matching knee-length skirt and high-heeled blue slip-ons that raised
the tops of her feet into sensual arches. My eyes ran along the beautiful
curves of her big calves still sheathed in sheer-black nylons.

'Wow! You look sensational!' I gasped.

'You don't think this blouse is a bit tight and revealing do you?' she
emphasised her large bust with her hands, unnecessarily drawing my attention
to it.

'No' I lied for it accentuated her wide heavy looking full bosom in a very
provocative manner.

'OK, you act like an unruly passenger who won't get back in his seat until
he's had another drink.'

'Gimme a drink darling,' I said slurring my words.

'Come on James, you can do better than that and get physical with me.'

That was an invitation I couldn't refuse.

'Oops we just hit a pocket of turbulence!' I exclaimed and pretended to
stumble forwards with my hands sinking against her big soft bust.

Aunty's face turned hard and unsmiling in an instant then reacted faster than
anything I'd expected. The hem of her skirt flew up as a well-rounded knee
shot up at tremendous speed, giving a brief glimpse of firm shimmering
nylon-sheathed thighs and stocking tops. In the next instant, I was crying out
loud as her broad knee barged its way between the top of my thighs to hammer
my balls hard. The bottom of my world dropped out with the dreadful impact
which was so strong that I'm lifted clean onto my toes with tears in my eyes
as the ball-wrecking knee continued to power upwards, taking me with it.
Coming back down, I crease over in agony with bile rising in my throat and my
face rapidly approaching that sensational big wide bust. There was a swish of
material and I sensed her arms thrust into the air above my bowed head.

'NO!' she shouted loudly making me flinch and sending shivers down my spine.

I yelp as a double-handed blow pounds the back of my neck. As my head jerks
further downwards I was terrified by the sight a speeding stocking-clad knee
rushing towards me with the hem of her skirt right back around her hips. With
no time to scream it smashed into my chin like a wrecking ball while her hands
drove my head firmly downwards. With a cry of pain, my head blasted upwards in
a blinding agonising flash that wracked my brain. In a blitz of confusion, I
fell to the carpet, curling up over my aching balls and clutching my face.
Lying in agony and humiliation at the feet of my good-looking aunty, I glanced
up to see her stood over me looking down with a smug smile and her hands held
as if ready for Karate action in a kind of victory pose which scared me as
much as it turned me on. I was stunned how fast she had reacted and how she
floored me within seconds! I know I asked her to demonstrate some moves but
thought there would be more getting to grips with her body. From my position
the front of Aunty's lower legs looked sensational with the sheer-black nylon
giving her legs a dark shiny tone with the sheen making alluring moving
patterns of reflected light. There was also the sensual shape of the elevated
arches of her feet but most of all I was fascinated by how her slim ankles
tapered into long alluring wide-flaring curves of her calves then back in
again towards the knees. Such a wonderful shape like upturned bottles of
expensive wine caused by her big calves curving out like beautiful wings
behind her shins.

'Come along sir, let's get you back to your seat,' she told me with a bright
cheery smile.

Crouching down in an elegant manner with her knees together, Aunty grabbed my
right arm with both hands, at my wrist and the back of my elbow. I yelped
when, in amazement, she suddenly pressed down firmly on the back of the elbow
joint rendering me helpless and unable to stop her twisting my arm behind my
back and driving my hand right up between my shoulder blades! She then roughly
and forcibly manoeuvred me to my feet. As if that wasn't humiliating enough,
she proceeded to walk me several times around the room and I was utterly
powerless to stop her. Being restrained by an elegantly dressed good-looking
mature woman and forced to go where ever she wanted while stooped over was
incredibly degrading yet also amazingly arousing at the same time. Believe me,
I had grown a stiffy that got harder with every step. The smug smirk on her
face probably meant that she had noticed! Finally she stopped in front of the
sofa and forced me to stand with my back to it then moved in front of me while
keeping a firm grip on my arm.

'Have a good flight, sir,' she said with a broad smile.

Suddenly sharply forcing my arm backwards over my shoulder caused me to lean
back, putting me off-balance. A shapely leg whipped around the inside my left
leg then quickly swept it from underneath me while she pushed my arm further
back. I cried out in shock as I fell backwards only for my fall to be abruptly
broken by the sofa cushion.

Standing before me at the foot of the sofa, Aunty Michelle leant forwards with
her big bust dangling in an exciting manner, a smug look upon her elegant
face. In fascination I watched the hem of her skirt rise to expose her
stocking tops then gasped as a knee pressed firmly into my groin while her
smiling face came sensually close to mine.

'Stay in your seat sir or you might have a mishap,' she told me in a soft
seductive tone that made my dick lurch against her knee.

She emphasised the last word by pressing her knee into my groin several times
in waves, clearly enjoying it and knowing the effect it was having on me. I
struggled not to cum in my pants there and there! Then still smiling she
withdrew her knee and stood up looking down at me. I couldn't stop staring up
at her impressive rack, it looked huge from this angle.

'Well that was easy. You're not much of an opponent for me," she sneered.

I groaned softly with desire.

'That's it Sir, come get it if you dare,' she teased.

'You kneed me in the balls!' I protested.

She smiled back.

'Yes dear, there's a lot of ball-busting in those books. It's very effective,
you have to admit. Come on James, this is fun! Get up and molest me!'

I noticed she didn't say 'pretend to molest me'! I badly wanted to but that
knee made me wary, it really hurt and my balls still ached.

'Promise me you're not going to bust my balls,' I demanded.

'Scared I'm going to break them?' she laughed then saw my reluctance.

With curiosity, I watched Aunty walk over to where I had put the items for
going to the tidy-tip, admiring the sexy hard arrow-headed shapes flex and
wane in her calves. Man, she had really sexy calves! She rummaged around for a
bit then returned with the old battered leather cushion that I had found
earlier in the box with the books.

'I thought that was for chucking out,' I told her.

'That was before you showed an interest in testing my self-defence ability,'
she smiled then opened out straps that I hadn't noticed attached to the sides.

'It's rather battered but it will do. Stand up, James,' she instructed.

I did as I was told and she came very close and put her arms around my waist,
which felt wonderfully intimate, as she tied the straps around me. As she
stood up straight looking at her handy-work I saw that the cushion covered my
groin.

'I made it so that I could practice my strikes at full force on your uncle
without serious injury,' she told me. "He didn't appreciate it though," she
added with another of her broad infectious smiles. 'That should protect your
balls. Come on, I'm keen to see if my knee strikes are as strong as they used
to be! If it gets too much, tell me and I'll stop.'

'I'm not sure,' I admitted nervously.

In disbelief I saw Michelle's hands move to the front of her blouse then began
undoing the top buttons while watching me with a saucy smile.

'I know what you need as incentive,' she winked at me.

Opening the top of the blouse wide, she watched my reaction with amusement as
my jaw fell open and I gawped at the sight of a well-stuffed bra with a
sensational full heavy looking rack. The plunging deep cleavage and the top of
twin mounds of plenty was an irresistible magnet for my eyes and set my dick
throbbing.

'PHROAR!' I groaned out loud.

'Motivation enough for you, dear?' she smiled.

My eyes went exactly where she intended. Wow, what a woman! With a saucy grin
on her face, Aunty grabbed my hands and placed them on the sides of her
heaving breasts then used them to squeeze them into huge wobbly mounds with an
amazing cleavage between that called like a siren to my manhood. PHROAR! I was
so engrossed I never noticed that she had let go of my hands while I enjoyed
kneading her feminine mounds together.

'PHROAR! you've got an amazing pair of boobs Aunty Michelle!'

'How dare you sir!' she suddenly exclaimed with a mock look of indignation.

The sudden reversion back to role-play startled me and caught me off-guard as
a knee shot up like a ballistic missile and slammed into the cushion covering
my groin.

'NO!' she shouted in my face.

It struck like a thunderbolt and the cushion shuddered violently under a
terrifying force. I realised what a bad idea this was.

'NO!'

Without pause the lump-hammer that was her knee pummelled the cushion again
with even greater force. With astounding stamina, her knee repeatedly pumped
back and forth at a steady fast rate like a non-stop piston slamming into the
cushion. Her face showed a terrifying focussed intensity and a wide smile that
was unnerving. I was grateful for the cushion because even with it I could
feel the devastating power which steadily increased with each blow.

The knee strikes became so powerful, I was actually being lifted onto my toes
and it was hurting, although having a stiffy didn't help matters. I was forced
to ask her to stop, although she was so engrossed on driving her knee into my
groin with metronomic rapidity I had to beg loudly a few times before she did!

'Oh, I'm sorry,' she smiled, looking as cool as a cucumber. 'I sometimes get a
bit carried away when I'm enjoying it.'

She showed no sign of breathing hard after all those knee-strikes and there
was only a bit of light perspiration which added to her allure. Wow, she must
be fitter than I thought!

'Never mind, no harm done,' she said with a smile and a twinkle in her eye.

'You have a very dangerous powerful knee,' I remarked in awe and not wanting
to feel it again.

'Why thank you, James. A strike to the balls is a girl's best friend' she
smiled, 'Shall we try it without the cushion?'

'No!' I cried in fear as she reached out to remove it.

'Only kidding,' she laughed. 'You can use it to help me with a different
exercise. I think you'll enjoy the view on this one,' she smiled.

Aunty Michelle stepped close to me and reached around my waist once more. She
was so close I could smell the subtle perfume she wore. This time it was even
more exciting as the top buttons of her blouse were still undone and it fell
open giving me a bird's eye view of the big breasts in her bra wobbling about
as she undid the straps.

'I don't mean that view, you naughty boy,' she chuckled as she stood up with
the cushion in her hands.

She got me to hold it before me at chest height and positioned away from my
body with my arms loose and bent at the elbows. I felt excited as she leant
forward to bring her luscious mouth close to my ear with her breath making it
tingle.

'Now let's give you something to really stare at,' she whispered.

Stepping back with a seductive smile that made my heart sing and wonder what
she was going to do now. Watching me closely, her hands went to the front of
her skirt then hitched it up slowly. As it rose, my eyes were glued to the
marvellous expanding sight that made my heart race and my dick stir.

'PHWOW! You've got sensational legs!' I exclaimed.

The hem travelled over lovely thighs covered with sheer-black nylon like a
second skin until the matt black bands of the stocking tops were revealed.
Somehow after all that nylon, the sight of bare skin mid-way on her upper
thighs with the black suspenders running vertically over them seemed all the
more sexy and caused my dick to lurch. Although I had glimpses of her legs
earlier, it was not the same as her standing there deliberately showing them
off to me in a seductive manner.

'I'm glad you like them,' she said with a pointed glance at my groin and a
saucy wink.

I was puzzled when Aunty raised one leg then the other to slip out of her
shoes.

'Like what you see, huh?' she teased, posing this way and that to show off her
long shapely legs which looked good from any angle.

Man, did she have great legs!

'You like them, I can tell,' she purred, slightly bending a leg and
seductively running a hand along the side of her thighs, while giving me a
side-view of the hard arrow-pointed calves of the other leg.

'PHROAR!' I groaned.

I never realised I had taken a step forwards.

'NO!'

The loud shout made me flinch as a sexy stocking-sheathed leg snapped up
quickly at the knee. Instantly straightening, the nylon-clad sole of her foot
slammed against the cushion like an express train. I was shocked by the sheer
power that jerked my arms back as the cushion pumped back towards my chest.

'NO! NO! NO!'

My busty mature aunt kept up a constant barrage of powerful high kicks that
continually pounded the cushion, driving it back against my chest. I tried to
push it forward but her kicks were far too strong and constantly bombarding
it. I was stunned by how she managed to keep kicking that sexy stocking-clad
missile of devastation so high and so fast without tiring and making it look
so fluid. Boy! those kicks were amazing and scary, and the way that leg kept
flying out while her big boobs bounced around alarmingly in her bra was very
arousing.

'NO!'

An almighty kick ripped the cushion right from my hands and sent it flying
across the room. I was stunned by the sheer awesomeness of her dangerous legs!

For a few worrying moments Aunty stood there glaring at me as she held a
terrifying fight pose, as if she really wanted to keep on kicking me without
the protection of the cushion to kick the crap out of me!

'Wow those kicks were really incredible,' I told her, hoping flattery would
calm her down.

'Are you hitting on me?' she asked.

'No!' I protested.

'Don't lie to me sir, I can see the bulge at the front of your trousers.'

Suddenly a hand flashed out to seize my left wrist then pulled me towards her
with surprising strength.

'NO!'

The hem of her skirt flew up as a high-flying black blur streaked towards me.
Too fast to avoid, the sole of her foot pounded the middle of my chest like a
thunderbolt. My mouth fell open to groan loudly but the air rushed from my
lungs, and my body jerked violently. I instantly began to crease over right
before her but a hand grabbed my chin with the fingers digging in as she
forced me to look up at her. She glared at me so fiercely, I felt fear.

'NO!' she shouted in my face.

In horror I saw a tightly clenched fist streak down towards my face while her
big breasts nearly bounced out of her bra. It crashed into my jaw like a
hammer causing hard flaring aching pain and whipping my head right back. I was
down on the carpet in a daze before I knew it, looking up at my aunty who had
put me there once again with incredible ruthlessness.

Aunt Michelle had her fists raised before her looking every inch the
victorious buxom superwoman, as she looked down at me with a smug smile as I
laid again in defeat at her feet.

'The look on a man's face when he realises that a woman is a better fighter
than he is,' she smiled. 'Come on sir, are you going to lie there and cry like
a baby' I didn't even hit you that hard. Get up!'

"Please no more kicks or punches," I begged as I forced myself to stand with
some groans.

Aunty gave me a wide smile as she came up to me and slid her right arm around
my waist in an affectionate manner. That made me feel great as she was such an
attractive lady.

'Come on, I've something I want to show you.'

I loved the feel of her arm around me as she steered me to the centre of the
room. Standing close, she brought my arm around her shoulders in an intimate
manner. I couldn't help steal a sneak peak at the tops of her big breasts and
remarkable cleavage. It felt great walking like this with a beautiful mature
woman. As I put my weight upon my right foot to take another step, I felt her
place a foot to the inside of mine then brought her other foot almost against
it too. Suddenly her broad hips swung out sensuously to the side while
thrusting backwards at the same time into my groin. Almost simultaneously, she
turned away to the left with an arm around my waist holding me tight against
her. I gasped in shock as I found myself somersaulting fast over her hip then
through the air while falling. An instant later I cried out as my back slammed
against the carpet.

She had thrown me, Aunty had actually thrown me! On my back I looked at the
shapely stocking-clad legs close to my face. The shock that I'd actually been
thrown like a rag-doll by a very femininely-dressed buxom woman made my dick
give a stiff lurch in my pants. It lurched again when she dropped down on top
of my chest then proceeded to pin my upper arms beneath her folded legs.
Grabbing the sides of her thighs with my hands, I was excited by the feel of
the slinky nylon stockings, the thicker rougher stocking tops and the firm
bare skin above them.

'Enjoying yourself, James?' she teased.

Grabbing both sides of the now-unbuttoned blouse, she opened it wide leaving
me panting in lust, goggle-eyed at the sight and almost hyper-ventilating.

'If a woman has a good endowment then she always has her deadly weapons to
rely upon,' she chuckled. 'Do you remember that film?'

I shook my head having no idea what she was on about.

'Oh. Before your time I guess. Just as well I suppose.'

I was surprised when Aunty leant forward and her bra with its big sexy stuffed
contents hung down in a wobbly fleshy wall which descended fast upon my
startled face! Unable to move, my face plunged right into that deep dark
cleavage until my nose and mouth were right up against her chest bone while
the big pliable rounded orbs moulded themselves to my contours. Shocked, I
could only lie there as she slid her forearms beneath the back of my head to
hold it firmly in place. Thrust into her splendid boobs, I was absolutely as
hard as a rock in my pants.

'In that film I mentioned this was how the female lead, who made me look
flat-chested by comparison, used to kill men,' I heard her chuckle.

It was stuffy and difficult to breath properly and I realised she was
suffocating me with those big breasts! With her lying on top of me and pinning
my shoulders there wasn't much I could do to stop her. I tried raising my
backside up and down hoping to unseat her but she sat firm and I just wore
myself out.

'Mmmm!' I moaned in protest into her cleavage, sounding muffled and
unintelligible.

'There's no escape, James,' the big-bosomed smotherer told me. 'I either knock
you out through lack of oxygen with my tits or you submit. Do you want to
submit?'

'Mmm! Mmm!' I cried into her enveloping bosom.

As enjoyable as being between her boobs were, I didn't enjoy the lack of air,
but of course my words were distorted by her beautiful deadly mammaries.

"Why certainly I'll knock you out," she teased deliberately not understanding
my pleas.

'Mmm! Mmm!'

'Are you sure' By the size of that bulge in your trousers I think you like it
there really and want to savour it for longer,' she teased.

'Mmm! Mmm!' I squealed in panic.

Laughing Aunty released my head from its fleshy prison and sat back across my
waist.

Gasping for air with my heart pounding, my dick was incredibly stiff from
being smothered by aunty's big breasts. Sitting astride my waist, she opened
her legs wide allowing her skirt to ride up around her waist so I could see
right along her legs, past the stocking tops to her knickers. My lust soared
into an epic hard-on! Surely she could feel that beneath her' To my great
shame I lost all control and wanted her badly. Sitting up the best I could, I
pulled her face close and began kissing her passionately.

'NO!'

The palm of a hand smashed into my face, her fingers spread like claws
clamping tight like a face hugger slamming my face right back over my
shoulders.

'No sir, you can't go around forcing yourself on the stewardesses! NO!'

A hand rose quickly, with the fingers and thumb flattened to form a blade
shape then swiftly dropped to chop the inside of my elbow joint. I cried out
as bolts of electricity seemed to sear through my nerves and my arm dropped
feeling numb and tingly. The hand flew up again in the blink of an eye and
slashed down hard upon the side of my neck. It was like an axe blow and bright
lights exploded in my vision while feeling pain, nauseous and dizzy. The next
thing I knew was I was flat on my back with Aunty's face looking down at me in
concern.

'James, are you alright?' she asked sounding flustered. 'I'm sorry, I got
carried away. You were out for ages. I was just about to phone 999.'

I tried to convince her that I was OK but she refused to continue after
knocking me out like that. I was freaked that she had done that as well, but
somehow knowing that she had made my dick absolutely rigid again! There was no
convincing her and to keep the peace agree to call it a night.

For days afterward I couldn't stop thinking about my attractive ex-aunty
giving me a good thrashing with her self-defence skills. That she had learnt
it all by herself with a few friends from books made it all the more
remarkable. Believe me, it kept me hard for hours and caused a large number of
messy dreams about her in a stewardess uniform sorting me out like those sexy
feminine women in those old books! I felt perverted and a deviant for having
such strong, unnatural urges for my busty mature former aunt, that it put me
off calling around her house again and she didn't call me either. I couldn't
concentrate on my work. I kept day-dreaming about different scenarios from
those books where she was the sexy elegant lady in feminine clothes and I was
the creep who kept ending up in agony on the floor looking up along her sexy
stocking-sheathed legs to the underside of her substantial bust while she
stared down at me in mocking superiority. Was it any wonder that I had to keep
dashing off to the toilets at work trying to conceal an embarrassingly stiff
bulge. Never you mind what I went in there for!

It was no use, I couldn't stop thinking about Aunty Michelle. Plucking up my
courage, I went around to her place and knocked on the door. She answered, as
usual looking sensational and elegant in a red blouse with matching skirt and
heels. She seemed pleased to see me and gave me a warm welcoming smile that
put me at ease. I apologised for not coming around sooner.

'There's no need to apologize,' she said with a wide smile that pushed up her
cheeks. "It must have quite a blow to your masculine ego to find yourself
being beaten up by an older lady. Well not that old!' she chuckled.

'I wouldn't go that far,' I smiled.

'I would. You were begging me to defend myself and time after time I firmly
put you down on your backside. You didn't stand a chance,' she chuckled.

'Maybe, but I really enjoyed the experience.'

'And don't you think I didn't notice that tent at the front of your trousers!'
she replied saucily. "I don't get that kind of reaction from younger men
any-more " she admitted. 'PHROAR! That really turned me on, having you that
hard for me! EFF I was tempted!"

Her admission astounded me.

"I have to admit that I can't stop thinking about it,' she continued. 'It was
great to have a young man to practice my self-defence skills upon. I really
enjoyed it too.'

The smiling woman leant close as if sharing a secret.

'The feeling of power it gave me while subduing you really made me wet, like
PHROAR!' she whispered then added a smile and a wink. 'Oh don't look so
shocked, I saw how excited you got,' she said, running a hand up my arm which
made all the hairs on it stand on end. 'You certainly got much more than you
bargained for,' she chuckled.

Her face was so close we were practically brushing cheeks. I had to struggle
not to kiss her passionately!

'I'd be your practice dummy any-day,' I admitted. 'You are a very attractive
woman.'

'That's sweet, dear,' she replied then gave me a little kiss that caused a
strong lurch in my trousers.

I've never met any single girls my age I wanted to spend time with and none
had the appeal of my glamourpuss high-flying former aunty who, I now knew, got
as turned on as much as I did practising self-defence with me! Wanting to get
to grips with her again, the only one thing I could think of was to act like
an arrogant a*hole who wanted her. I snuck up behind where she stood and
pressed my body against her back while slipping my hands around to cup her big
bouncy bust from behind. Boy did that feel good!

'Hey babe, lets join the mile-high club!'

I wholly enjoyed the sensation of my groin pressing against Aunty's ample
backside which moved around in an exciting manner.

'How dare you sir! I'm a perfectly respectable stewardess!' she exclaimed,
falling into role-play as I had hoped.

I yelped as she grabbed my groping hands then peeled back my fingers so hard,
I feared they would snap! The pain forced me to let go of her breasts. As I
did, her left elbow dropped then jerked sharply back. I grunted loudly as the
hard point slammed into the side of my belly and I spilt some breath as the
point of impact flared.

Without pause, Aunty shoved her broad backside aggressively back into my groin
which was an unexpected and briefly thrilling sensation. Quickly stepping
sideways, she bent sharply forwards and I felt both her hands grip my ankles
then swiftly stood up straight. Astonished, I felt my feet pulled from the
floor and I fell backwards then cried out as my back slammed against the
carpet.

Stunned at being thrown by my glamorous busty mature ex-aunty, I stared up at
her backside which was tightly covered by her skirt before my eyes returned to
the back of her muscular calves. Big strong heart-shaped slabs of sexy
feminine muscle with a deep lower edge and noticeable cleft, they pushed out
the black seams running up the back of her stockings and seemed to shine with
inner health.

'I know, my calves are a bit too large and muscular,' she remarked, looking
over her shoulder at me and noticing what had caught my attention.

'Not at all, I think they are really beautiful, shapely and very sexy. I mean
it,' I said, gasping after that surprise throw.

She was a real action woman and had beat me again! I turned around so my head
was nearer to those amazing calves then reached out to feel them.

'I love how they flare out in such wonderful feminine curves from your slim
ankles.'

I ran my hands over them as I spoke for emphasis (and to have a good feel!).

'And these muscle heads! What a remarkable size, shape and definition!'

I cupped and caressed those beauties.

'They are incredibly sexy, especially when you wear high-heels like you
usually do. They really show them off splendidly. I bet you get lots of guys
staring at them in appreciation, I know I would. They are real head-turners!'

'Well some do look at my lower legs as I walk,' she admitted. 'But I never
thought they liked my calves. You honestly really like them?'

'Yes, I do. PHROAR they are really sexy calves on a very sexy lady.'

'Flatterer!' she chuckled. 'Come on, get back up. I'm enjoying this.'

Wow! With moves like that, Aunty Michelle was just like one of those fearsome
dangerous beauties from those old books.

'Come on James, get up and get some more or are you ready to kiss my feet like
a loser?'

That really didn't appeal to me so got back up with excitement to find Aunty
facing me with a very eager look of anticipation upon her smiling face.

'I advise you to return to your seat, sir, before you get hurt,' she advised.

I was amused to see her fists raised as if she was going to box me, while her
substantial bust wobbled behind them. The idea seemed humorous until her quite
thick brawny forearms gave me cause for concern. Seeing my hesitation, she
shook her shoulders which made her large breasts wobble in an incredibly sexy
manner in her bra cups which had me groaning lustfully.

'A bit of turbulence there. You better sit down and buckle up sir,' she teased
with a smile while my dick lurched stiffly.

Keen to get my hands on that ample body, I reached out to grab an arm to pull
her close but she knocked it away.

'NO!'

An arm shot towards me like a rocket, with her big breasts heaving, and a hard
balled fist pounded my lower abdomen with a solid thud and sank in a bit
making me groan loudly. My torso involuntary began to crease forwards only to
catch the terrifying blur of a fast-moving fist rising upwards. Agony exploded
in my face as my jaws slammed together and my teeth gnashed under a shockingly
strong upper cut. My head snapped back hard, dizzying my senses and in alarm
felt my legs buckling. I was shocked that such a feminine woman could punch
like that! She watched with amusement as I wobbled dangerously battling not to
fall flat on my back again. Jeez she looked so fierce and sexy standing there
with her strong forearms tensed and fists, either side of her big wobbly bust,
eager to use my face as a punch-bag.

'Ow, you punched me!' I exclaimed in outrage, rubbing my jaw.

'That was just a gentle tap,' she replied with a smirk. 'Next time I won't
pull my punches and will knock your lights out.'

With the tough look upon her face and fists balled for action I could well
believe it, which of course caused some more stiff lurches 'down below'.

'Now unless you want to be further humiliated by a mere stewardess, I strongly
suggest you return to your seat.'

Why I did it, I'll never know. Maybe I was exhilarated by this darker
dangerous side of my favourite aunty. Maybe it was that blouse open wide at
the top showing off her big bra and its full wobbly contents. I really fancied
her like crazy when she was like this and had a mad desire to be roughed up
more by her exciting defensive skills. I saw her surprise as I stepped close
with lust in my eyes and groin. That look turned to eager excitement and with
a wide smile slapped both hands down upon my shoulders.

'NO!' she shouted in my face make me quake.

A sudden movement beneath her hips and a knee rose fast. Flying to an
incredible height there was a brief break-taking view of stockings and
suspenders as the hem of her skirt fell back around her hips. Before I could
blink, it pounded my belly then just kept moving, bodily lifting my feet from
the floor. The air was blasted noisily from my lungs from the speeding knee
which flattened my diaphragm in less than a second. Too late, I remembered the
powerful knee-strikes against that cushion. The sexily-clad but devastating
knee dropped away and I collapsed a ruined heap upon the floor, gasping and
rolling around trying to breathe, feeling like I was dying.

Lying in agony with the sensual shapes of the top of aunty's feet before my
face was humiliation enough.

'Feeling woozy and out of breath, sir?' I heard her mock while I suffered. 'I
think you're past it and should give up. Otherwise get up and have some more'.

At those words I forced myself to look up with my eyes travelling over those
long sexy stocking-clad legs to the underside of her big bust which mocked my
masculinity and age.

'You wanted to force yourself upon a stewardess and found yourself
outmatched,' she teased. 'I've barely got started.'

Speaking to me like that gave me an aching iron-hard erection and I groaned as
I tried and failed to get to my knees.

'Oh ho, tough guy, eh?' she sneered. 'Here's a little encouragement.'

The hem of her skirt rose slowly teasing my eyes and increasingly making me
pant with lust rather then breathlessness. From my position looking up from
her feet I got a real eyeful that made my trouser-rod beat like a drumstick. I
was standing in no time ready to have another go at her.

'Oh no sir, I strongly advise you remain seated.'

Michelle stepped back in mock-alarm, throwing her hands up with the palms
towards me signalling me to stop. I really wanted her but as I approached, the
hem of her skirt twitched. I cried out in fright as a knee rose sharply right
in front of me then the leg snapped straight in an instant sending the foot
speeding towards my groin. Instead of excruciating agony and brutally aching
balls, I was relieved when the sole of her shoe stopped a bare fraction away
from my crown jewels. Giving me a wicked teasing smile, Aunty slowly stretched
out that amazingly sexy stocking-sheathed leg with the nylon sheen shimmering
under the lights to gently press the sole against my balls.

'You'd have mashed balls if that connected, Sir!'

Surely she felt the way my dick lurched strongly beneath her foot after that
close-encounter'

'No, no, no!' I gasped, as she placed the top of her arched foot against my
balls and began to slide it up and down in a firm constant-speed rub that had
me moaning like crazy as my dick stiffened dangerously close to bursting
point.

Laughing, she lowered her foot, leaving me with the mother of all erections
sticking straight out at the front of my trousers like one of those horizontal
flag-poles you sometimes see on buildings.

'My, that looks painfully tight,' she chuckled. 'Do you want to go to the
bathroom to, you know?'

She formed a tunnel with her right fingers and quickly pumped it up and down
in a provocative motion. Jeez that just made it even harder and drove my lust
through the roof! I'm normally in control of my feelings and treat women with
respect but right now I never wanted a woman so badly. I wanted my aunty, even
though she was much older than me, and I wanted her now!

Driven crazy by a lust I'd never previously experience, I just rushed at my
mature tormentor. Running awkwardly due to the tent at the front of my
trousers stiffly wobbling, Aunty had an expectant smile of anticipation. As
soon as I laid hands on her shoulders, intending to push her down to the floor
and get intimately passionate with her, she seized my right sleeve with her
left hand then quickly grabbed the front of my shirt with the other hand. I
was astonished when, with surprising flexibility, she effortlessly raised her
right knee up high, giving me an exciting sexy glimpse of stocking tops and
bare skin above it. In a single fluid move at tremendous speed she swung her
lower leg toward me and firmly planted the sole of her shoe swiftly against my
belly. As if my dick couldn't get harder, it did as I recognised the move from
those books. A move so daunting I couldn't believe she could carry it off but
wishing that she could. Her foot drove hard against my belly, making me grunt
as she pushed herself away. In alarm I sensed her other leg swing up between
my legs. Instead of a kick in the balls I was amazed when my head jerked
forwards making me lose balance as she pulled me with both hands and fell
backwards dragging me with her. There was a brief instant when I was startled
to see Aunty laying directly beneath me resting on the back of her shoulders!
With a surge of incredibly leggy feminine power, she kicked her right leg
upwards driving it deeper in my belly while curving her back to rock from her
hips to shoulders in a smooth movement. Astounded to be flying over her and
away, I somersaulted through the air at a dizzying speed then cried out as my
back slammed against the carpet once more.

I laid gasping on my back after the impact against the floor knocked some of
my breath from me. Aunty came into view, standing over me looking triumphant
with her hands upon her hips and a wide beaming smile.

'Nothing makes me hornier than throwing a man all around a room,' she
remarked. 'I see you liked it too," she smiled with a pointed look at my
aching erection straining upright like a tent.

The experience of being thrown in such a leggy way far exceeded my wildest
dreams. Managing to recover, I stood up, admiring her sexy stocking-clad legs
in the process.

'That was amazing,' I told her.

I was staggered when her hands pulled her massive breasts up above the bra
cups, fully exposing them in all their remarkable glory.

'Oh Aunty!' I groaned with stoked up desire.

'See anything you fancy, sir?' she teased.

You bet I did! Turning her back on me, she surprised me further by pulling up
her skirt to reveal her generous backside. OK it wasn't small and pert but her
buttocks were nicely rounded, blemish free and barely covered by a small white
thong! I groaned with my dick hard as steel and straining to burst from my
pants at the sight of the strong lines of her hamstrings at the back of her
upper legs while her muscular calves pushed out her nylon stockings driving me
wild with unrestrained desire. PHROAR! I lost it completely and, knowing it
was a trap, came up behind her to press myself against her back. Wrapping my
arms around her, I began massaging those wonderful boobs. To my delight, she
suddenly thrust her backside into my groin and began wriggling it around. The
feel of her big rounded buttocks moving around over my groin was unbelievable
and I struggled not to cream my pants there and then while moaning out loud in
crazed lust.

'Oh Aunty!' I moaned deliriously as her circulating backside continued to
stimulate me while I kneaded her boobs.

I began kissing her neck and shoulders passionately while telling her how much
I loved her.

Fully engrossed with passion, I was barely aware as an arm rose to grasp my
sleeve and her other hand took my wrist. I thought nothing of it as the soft
sounds she made indicated she was enjoying it. However I did think it odd to
feel a leg slide back to press firmly against my right leg. Suddenly, her back
and shoulders fell away from me as she dropped a knee towards the floor while
at the same time pulling my arm sharply down over her shoulder. Her hips and
backside thrust back to slam forcefully against the top of my right leg while
leaning forward really low as she pulled down hard on my arm. I cried out as,
completely off-balance, I went flying over her shoulder. Tumbling, the world
span around me at nauseating speed before pain shot up my back as it
reconnected with the carpet. I was astounded, she had thrown me again in some
kind of kneeling shoulder throw!

To my further surprise, Aunty dropped down to the carpet. Sitting facing my
right shoulder and still holding my arm, she pulled it back between her upper
thighs, pushing the front of her skirt up in the process. It was exciting
feeling those stocking-sheathed thighs either side of my arm. Then one draped
itself over the top of my shoulders so that the back of her knee rested upon
my throat, while her other leg draped over my upper abdomen. It was a
pleasurable place to be until she pulled back my captive arm over her crotch,
bending it back causing shooting pains in my stressed arm that made me yelp.
My upper body naturally rose from the floor to counter the pain, but those
incredibly sexy feminine legs pressed it back down firmly. In horror I found
myself being choked by the back of her knee as my throat wedged tight in the
crook of her leg.

'What's wrong James, is your old aunty too much for you to handle?' I heard
her sneer as she piled on the pressure making me cry out in pain. 'Admit it,
I'm kicking your arse real good.'

Being utterly subdued by a very feminine mature buxom woman in such a leggy
manner had my trouser pole throbbing like I'd never known it before! With
sheer-black nylons shimmering sensually right before my eyes as they clung
like a sexy second skin to the beautiful curves of her legs and the powerful
sweep of her muscular calves, I was spellbound and completely under her
control in the most feminine manner imaginable. No wonder my lust thrashed
around stiffly making her laugh.

'So you want to play with the big girls?' she chuckled. 'I really don't think
you could cope with me but PHROAR! the sight of that makes me horny as hell.'

I was shocked by her outburst although it got my hopes up!

'But first I'll have to show you some of my finishing moves,' she told me then
her long legs folded back from their choking embrace.

'Finishing moves' didn't sound good but I was so turned on by this dominant
mature woman that I was eager for her to subdue me further. Sitting up, I
turned to face my favourite aunty but she still had hold of my right arm.
Spinning around swiftly on her knees to turn her back to me, she pulled my arm
against her side. Folding at the elbow, her right arm trapped my arm facing
upwards in the crook of hers, then seizing my wrist with her other hand, she
bent it downwards over her brawny forearm stressing the elbow. I yelped at the
bone-jarring pain while my sexy aunt stood up with calm ruthlessness and utter
control. Yelping, I had no choice but to follow or risk a broken arm.

'Are you crying, James?' she teased. 'You wanted to experience my self-defence
skills. It's not my fault if you can't handle it.'

Standing, she pulled me tight against her back as that glorious backside once
more stimulated my groin by making circulating movements that had me moaning
like crazy.

'I can feel your erection pressing against my bum,' she giggled. 'You better
not be jerking off back there, mister!'

Before I could protest my innocence, the mature buxom woman freed my arm and
quickly grabbed my head and pulled it down into a headlock by her side. Forced
to lean forward, I was afraid of tripping and strangling myself in her firm
arm, so put out a hand and found the top of her thigh. The silky smoothness of
the nylons over hard slabs that adorned her outer thigh was somehow naughty
yet highly exciting. Aunty's backside kept thrusting into my groin as she
repeatedly leant forward then straightened to jerk my head up and down to
punish it. It was a struggle not to make a mess in my pants! The hold she had
around my neck became very tight and I clutched at her arm but found it so
hard and the forearms brawny, I realised that they were stronger than I had
thought.

Moving with unexpected speed and like a spring unwinding, Aunty released my
head only for a hand to flash out like a viper to grab my wrist and whip it
sharply across her body towards her opposite hip. Swinging her other arm up
under my armpit from behind, it encircled my upper arm and grasped it firmly.
Slipping a leg back against my outside leg, she leant forwards thrusting her
backside hard into my groin and pulling me onto my toes. Spinning fast to the
left, she pulled down hard on my arm while thrusting her upper body in that
direction and kicking against my leg. My feet were ripped from the floor and I
went hurtling at terrifying speed over her hip and went tumbling. The room
spun around me making me dizzy before I cried out as my back slammed against
the carpet. Aunty Michelle had thrown me again! It was exhilarating and yet
painful and tiring at the same time.

Standing close to my head with my right arm still captive and held vertical
along the alluring front of her body, Aunty had one leg slightly ahead of the
other allowing me to adore the large arrow-headed slab of hard-plated muscle
of her calves.

'Are you perving at my calves again?' she accused, then quickly dropped down
by my side facing me again.

With a wicked smile on her attractive mature face she opened her legs wide and
laughed at my shocked reaction. I'm just a young man and was unable to stop
staring in disbelief at her brazenly displayed crotch and the backs of her
shapely stocking-sheathed legs. Laughing, she tugged sharply on my arm pulling
me onto my side with my head falling between those sexy spread legs and close
to her crotch! I managed to use my free arm to push myself back to a kneeling
position.

'Feel my calves James', she chuckled. 'You're always looking at them.'

Pointing her toes, I groaned softly as those big calves flexed, looking
sensational and tempting in sheer-black nylons. There was no way I could
resist their allure.

'They're beautiful, Aunty, incredibly sexy.'

Using my free hand, I enjoyed feeling their voluptuous shape and toned
muscular hardness beneath the silky-smooth nylon. There was the barest of
tension then suddenly her big muscled calves slammed together against the
sides of my neck. I cried out as it felt like a pair of iron mallets covered
in nylon had struck my neck. The sides of those calves were anything but soft
and for a moment I felt dizzy and weak as my head swirled while a nauseous
fading vision threatened to overcome me.

Barely had my head started to clear when Aunty locked her slender ankles
beyond the back of my head and began to squeeze really hard using her calves.
I gasped as the iron-hard edges of her big calves bulged against the sides of
my neck like steel plates that dug in hard. I never expected those beautiful
calves could squeeze so hard! Their grip was as tight as an industrial pair of
pliers and it really hurt.

"Come on, James! Put some effort into it," she mocked. "How can you possibly
be so weak' You're a grown man now but still no match for your ex-aunty who's
twice your age. Look how easy I'm crushing your neck with those calves you
keep staring at."

I clasped my hands on the outer sides of her calves and began tugging with all
my might. The large wonderfully shaped curves were so big and solid beneath my
hands, pushing out the soft nylon of her stockings as they bulged. They are so
firm and solid there is absolutely no way to budge them. I feel so weak and
dizzy, realising in horror that her sexy calves were cutting the circulation
from my head.

"Have you never fought a woman before, James'" she teased.

Suddenly I have no longer have the strength to keep my hands up and they slip
down onto her thighs where I'm shocked by the large slabs of muscle on her
outer thighs. Those blade-like edges to her calves dug deep into my neck more
like crushers than scissors with increasing strength. With a steadily growing
sense of utter helplessness and an erection that was so tight in its skin, I
span completely into darkness.

I felt a heavy weight rocking about upon the top of my chest. Opening my eyes
I was alarmed by the sight of the front of a pair of thong briefs close to my
face at the apex of wide open legs as Aunty perched elegantly upon the front
of my shoulders. In disbelief, that scantily clad crotch thrust forwards to
rub hard over my mouth and nose before returning to repeat again and again.

"Oh yes! This is wonderful!"

Her moans of yearning were arousing and whatever loss of hardness I had was
quickly regained. This continued for a while until she looked down, appalled
to be caught.

'Drat, you're awake!' she exclaimed in embarrassment.

With clear reluctance she slowed to a halt but the look of shame quickly
changed into something more predatory.

'Oh blow it, it's not as though you are a little kid any more. You've had a
blooming hard-on all evening! If you've never had a woman ride your face
before then it's about time you learnt about pleasuring a woman without using
your dick!'

Before I could object, she had slid back onto my face and was thrusting her
crotch back and forth at a furious rate while making loud excited moans.

'I'm going to rub myself off on your loser face,' she exclaimed breathlessly.
'And there is nothing you can do about it!'

Having my glamorous mature aunt ride my face for her pleasure was certainly a
new experience for me and it was remarkably arousing. Her moving undercarriage
drove back and forth over my face driven by her hips and strong thighs. I
couldn't do anything about it nor did I want to!

'EFF, seeing you go unconscious like that!' she exclaimed. 'Just made me so
effing horny and your face was right there for me to use, so I did.'

She moaned a lot louder now and picked up the pace.

"Mmmmm! This is so good,"

Her crotch really ground down hard, burying my nose deep into her camel toe as
she cried out with mounting pleasure.

'Ohhh eff yes, keep still ohhh yes Oh EFFF!'

Throwing her head back with her eyes closed and a look of bliss on her face,
she looked so serene and beautiful. That's when she went absolutely crazy,
crying out and swearing loudly while frantically rubbing her crotch over my
features while pressing down so deeply it hurt. There was nothing I could do
but grin and bear it, with an aching dick, until she finished cumming.

Aunt Michelle slid off me to the floor where she lay while her breathing
slowed down to normal while staring at me with a wide smile and an unreadable
expression. She had been turning me on like crazy all evening and after using
my face for her pleasure I was desperate to have my release inside her.

'Please Aunty,' I begged.

'What is it that you want, James, speak up,' she asked with a teasing grin
while staring at the aching tent at the front of my trousers.

She knew full well what I wanted and was toying with me.

'I want to make love to you,' I gasped letting my raging hormones get the
better of me. "I want to get my manhood right inside you and hump you like
crazy. You drive me wild with desire."

Her sexy legs opened wider, teasing me with the sight of her skimpy panties
now with a very visible camel toe where she had been abusing my face. Big
lurches in my pants raised a chuckle and an amused grin.

'Well what a thing to ask your aunty!' she replied with indignation but then
broke into a slight smile.

'We're not related by blood but by your marriage to one of my uncles from whom
you're now divorced. So strictly speaking you're no longer my aunt.'

'My, you've finally worked that out. Well done brainiac!' she mocked. 'But do
you really want sex with a woman twice your age?'

'Oh yes!' I gasped. 'You're the most beautiful glamorous woman I've ever met,'
I told her. 'Lively, vivacious, fun loving, playful, and hardly looking your
age.'

'You sure that's all?' she teased then cupped her big bare breasts in her
hands and lifted them up together.

I groaned lustfully at the sight.

'You've got a great pair of boobs and incredibly sexy strong calves and
thighs,' I admitted. 'Plus a devastating skill at self-defence and a
willingness to playfully dominate me with it.'

She knew it was really turning me on like crazy.

Michelle's eyes narrowed as she gave me a smouldering look and a hand went to
her crotch and began rubbing it!

'Oh please Aunty!' I wailed in desperation. 'Let me satisfy you!'

'Sometimes in life you just have to risk going for the things you really
want,' she told me, still rubbing herself and not taking her eyes off my
groin. 'It might not be easy but you must persevere.'

I took that as a sign that she really wanted it. Getting onto my knees I
approached where she lay. Spreading her legs apart with my hands, I began to
force my way between them to get to her crotch.

'I must warn you that just because I'm a stewardess doesn't mean I'm easy,
sir.'

She was back in play-acting mode but I didn't care, all I wanted to do was to
give her one.

'NO!' she shouted, making me jump.

Laying upon the back of her shoulders on the carpet, a nylon-clad leggy
missile flashed with a shapely strong muscular calve pushing a stocking seam
out of line to deliver the payload. Within a heartbeat, the sole of her shoe
hammered deep into my stomach making me gasp loudly as my breath blasted from
my mouth. Instantly, her foot barely retracted then flashed out again,
scarcely a blur, to pound my chest with devastating force followed by a barely
visible upward kick to my jaw that blasted my head right over the back of my
shoulders. In a blaze of stars and dizziness, I hardly saw the muscular calve
pulse high towards me. The top of her foot crashed into the side of my neck
and for a moment my head span and I felt nauseated while everything faded to
black.

I awoke with a start, startled to find myself laying face down on the floor
between Aunty's wonderful wide-spread legs. Maybe how she had ruthlessly
knocked me out again primed my flight response or the sight of a hairy pussy
right before my eyes freaked me out. Quickly trying to scrabble to my knees to
get away, I was stopped by an iron grip on my right hand which forcefully
pulled me back towards her.

'Oh no sir, you're not getting away without completing the customer
satisfaction form,' she stated.

Throwing herself upon the back of her shoulders, I was astonished by her bare
crotch flying up towards my face with her black-nylon clad legs spread wide on
either side, bent at the knees. Like a man-trap snapping shut, those thick
sexy thighs whipped either side of my head and her body continued to thrust
forwards until her lady-bits slammed straight into my face!

'That is the customer making me satisfied that is,' she added with a chuckle.

Her big muscular calves folded across the back of my head and forced my face
deeper against her pussy! Locked tightly in place by a sexy face-hugger, a
sharp twist of her shapely broad hips sent me to the floor struggling to
breath deeply through her thick curlies. I grabbed at her thick thighs as they
tightened around my head like a steel clamp with an uncomfortable pressure,
hoping to pull them apart, but was shocked to find her outer thighs bulging
like thick steel plates beneath the silky-smooth soft texture of her nylon
stockings! I felt them flex even harder, growing larger beneath my hands
exerting an agonising pressure on the sides of my head, causing me to cry out.
In response I heard a soft moan of pleasure from my strong-legged busty
ex-aunty.

"Oh yes! keep doing that and you will soon meet my satisfaction," I heard her
say. "And it's an oral," she chuckled.

To my further humiliation she began little movements of her hips that rubbed
her pussy over my captured face while moaning softly in pleasure.

'Now you'll understand why your uncle's nickname for me was skull-crusher!'.

OK they weren't the biggest most muscular female thighs in the world but
flexing strongly and crushing down upon my head they felt huge and unyielding!
They were certainly more than enough to finish me!

Releasing the pressure a fraction those thighs snapped straight again exerting
an agonising hammer-blow to the sides of my skull as they re-exerted a
powerful pressure with a vengeance. I screamed, getting a mouthful of pussy
hair in the process, at the overwhelming female power threatening to crack my
skull! Aunty moaned loudly at that.

'Oh yes! Make an old stewardess happy while I'll squeeze your head as
encouragement,' I heard her say. 'I'm sure you know what to do. If not, just
stick out your tongue and start licking.'

I'm not going to give you the gory details, I'm sure your imagination is as
good as mine. All you need to know is that Michelle's sexy legs were powerful
enough to make a grown man cry with no option but to give her what she wanted.
I'd never done this before and, with a splitting headache, literally had to
learn on the job to make this gorgeous mature woman moan in pleasure. I'm
pleased to say I licked her to a massive orgasm. Unfortunately I didn't
realise that when she came, every muscle in her voluptuous body contracted
hard for several long agonising seconds. Her sexy legs became a steel crush
squeezing down an excruciating pressure upon my poor aching skull. I never
stood a chance, even before I could begin screaming, my lights were well and
truly knocked out.

Is that it' I hear you ask. You get icky with an attractive mature woman and
you're knocked out and that's it' Hey, I'm baring my soul here telling you
things I wouldn't admit to in public! OK, I'll tell you a bit more. I came
around to find an ample-sized bare backside in my face then realised my
trousers and pants were around my ankles! The feel of a warm moist mouth
engulfing my dick made me gasp in surprise and even more so as it worked my
erection even harder. As soon as I began bucking my hips to eff her mouth,
Michelle rolled over onto her back and pulled me on top. Spreading her legs
wide, she hungrily inserted me inside her hot sticky love nest. My lord! I was
so worked up my hips immediately began thrusting back and forth at high-speed
like a piston driven sex machine. The sounds of her satisfaction and her warm
sticky love nest surrounding my being like a glove drove me on to heroic
levels of performance (well in my opinion at least!). I really don't want to
say any more other than Michelle has a phenomenal sexual appetite and was more
than eager to ride me in different positions, scissoring me with her strong
legs when I couldn't keep up. I was so knackered I had to sleep over at her
place then overslept and was late for work the next morning!

Do I still see Michelle' Of course I do! I don't think I'm really her
boyfriend but I don't care. I'm utterly addicted to her and being beaten up
and thrown around during the self-defence role-play she uses as fore-play. She
really doesn't hold back now. I know I wouldn't stand a chance against her if
she got serious but the excitement of trying and seeing what surprise she
comes up to turn the tables on me really turns me on. Then there's the sex
afterwards. Michelle is like a wild animal, always in control, very dominant
and almost inexhaustible. I'm bruised, battered and shagged out but I love it!
I'm more than happy to be her toy-boy as long as she'll have me which probably
will be until she wears me out so badly that I can no longer perform and am of
no use to her but it will be worth it!