Aunt Cindy's Bizarre World

Aunt Sindy had a look of anger on her perfect features. "That bastard", she spat before she quickly apologized for calling my departed father a name like that. She then had what I would describe as a thoughtful look before speaking again.

"Well I guess now is as good a time as any to tell you my house rules." "I am also going to forbid you from masturbation in my home." My heart sank at that news. I had hoped that at long last in my new home in NYC with my aunt that I would finally have some privacy and freedom. Her next words left me feeling as if I were still in the Bible belt. "I can see you were raised with strict discipline." "It is obvious to me that you will at times require harsh discipline still but at least now it will be loving discipline." I just hung my head in shame at hearing a woman talk about masturbation and felt defeated.

"Do you think you can do that for me honey, not play with your wee, wee for auntie?" In a small defeated voice I managed to croak out the word yes. "Do you think auntie is pretty honey?" she practically purred. "Does the way I am dressed make your wittle pee pee all stiff and swollen?" All I could do was breath heavy as she handed me the pack of Eve cigarettes and told me in a stern voice to remove one from the pack, place it between her lips and light it for her. My hands were shaking as I did as she commanded. She took a deep drag and blew the smoke right into my face. "I asked you a question!" "Do you think I am pretty and do I make your cock hard?" Her face was inches from mine and I had to say something. "Yes auntie, you are so gorgeous and yes you do, uh" She was not going to let it go. "I do what?" I was almost in tears again as I said that yes she gave me an erection. I had never been so ashamed in my entire sheltered life.

"All men are the same honey." She began to explain. "All men need to be sexually controlled for their own good.