Aunt Michelle rsquo s Secret Formula 6th Chapter
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DISCLAIMER: All characters in this story are fictional and over the age of 18.
SUBJECT: A young masturbation addict is sent to a dominating older female who has a special interest in his secretion. (tags: milf, masturbation, soft femdom, handjob, big tits, older female vs younger male, dirty talk, cum denial, prostate stimulation, milking)
Aunt Michelle's Secret Formula
- Second Chapter -
My mother insisted on pulling my trolley up to Auntie’s front door. Michelle lived in an old one-storey villa near the TV station, in a very quiet area. I know my heart was pummeling all the way up my throat as we crossed the courtyard and approached the entrance. Everything was clean and very well arranged.
When Michelle opened the door, my heart froze.
- Hello sister, she told me, oooooh, but who do we have here? she asked from the door.
I hadn’t seen her in a while, like I said. And to be honest, I forgot how well she looked. I think it was impossible for her to go out any other way than by taxi or personal car, because every man, geezer and boy would have turned their heads after her and some even shout and whistle. She got slightly plummer since I last saw her, but all the weight seemed to have deposited on her bottom and her boobs. Like I said. Great breasts. "A real milk lady" as my mother described. They carefully danced in two huge cups at each movement. I think we arrived a little early because she wasn’t exactly dressed. Instead, she was wearing a silk robe that barely hid the twin wonders of nature beneath the fabric. Michelle was a tall woman, and no matter how hard it was to look in her lusty eyes, equipped with false eye lashes, it was impossible for me to ignore the pair of jugs that were pushing forward right in front of me, so close that if I would have tripped, I was afraid I would have dived face-first between those two cushions and died in a slow pleasurable asphyxiation.
- I'm glad to see the sister, she told us in her slight husky voice, reminding me of a Barbie on steroids, and welcomed us into the house, stepping on her tiny ankles that only God knows how they can sustain all her weight.
We sat at the table, Mom on the armchair, Michelle on the couch. Before I could say something, my aunt dragged me to her lap and put me on her knee as if I was 10 years old and began caressing my hair.
- My, my, what a nice little boy. How much you’ve grown. I think you’re a killer among the girlies in your school.
I felt super awkward. I was wearing my very short pants, barely reaching below the bottom, so I basically felt my aunt’s thighs touching my bare skin. Standing between her legs began taking it’s toll on my young cock and all I could do was clench my fists as my mother’s sister continued to brush her fingers through my hair or pet me on my leg.
- The truth is ... That’s exactly why I had to see you, Michelle darling ... I have big problems with him.
- Oh, what did the little runt do this time?
- He’s ... you know. He’s reached that age. When the boys go mad and let me tell you, my house is pure horror! He leaves sperm everywhere. All my towels are boy-stained. I find my panties all crumbled up and crusty. It’s a nightmare.
Michelle simply nodded her head understandingly as she continued to stroke my back, but I was in shock. I never realized until then that my mother was so conscious of my masturbation.
- Oh, dear, I know what you mean. That's how my boys were at that age. When they would bathe and I would wash their backs, their bums and their little weaners, they were both full mast.
The image Michelle described made my dicklet twitch in my shorts and I think Michelle felt my buttock muscles clenching on her thigh.
- Night is a non stop show, replied my mother. The bed in his room is screeching like mad. For hours on end. He doesn’t hydrate, he doesn’t eat, he just lies in bed all day and he... please forgive me, but he masturbates continuously. And you should hear him moan. Two weeks ago I had some of my girl friends over to play bridge and they heard him too. They said, "Is your boy okay? Does he have a fever or why is he moaning so loudly?" I couldn’t have been more embarrassed. And after I went to him, obviously he was still sweating and the sheets were splattered up to his knees.
- Wow, what a naughty boy, Michelle quipped and squeezed my thigh even harder.
- I said I have to bring him to you, because I know you have your methods and you've broken other teen boys from this filthy habbit.
- Ooooh, but it’s no bother at all, sis. I'm really glad to take care of such a healthy, spunky young boy. Stand up straight, young man!
I stood up.
- Hands along your body.
I just pulled my hand around my body, revealing the bulge that was forming inside my shorts.
- Let's see investigate the situation. May I?
My mother nodded, so Michelle expertly pulled down my fly and yanked my shorts under my love-plums in one move. I do not even have to say that my penis slid out like a sleepy raccoon and dangled under it’s own weight before my aunt’s and mother’s astonished eyes.
With professional moves, Michele took my bulging rod into her fist and started massaging it. She drew herself a little closer, so that my meat stick was now hanging right above her magnificent breasts.
- Let's see now. Look what a big dick my boy can grow... How many hours a day is it like this?
- It's always like this, my mother intervened.
- I want him to answer.
- About ... all the time ... When I'm at school ... when I'm home ... I feel it getting up ... and then ...
- And then you have to quickly find a quiet place in order to relieve yourself, right?" Michelle said, pressing harder on my engorged sausage.
- I don’t know, Yes....?
- Do you masturbate?
- Yes ...
- Yes, I believe you do. How many times a day do you do it, sweetie?
- Two or three times ...?
Michelle squeezed me harder, almost chocking my dick.
- I mean… seven or eight?
- Seven or eight ... that’s more plausible. Here. Bend over, sweetie.
I leaned over and felt her delicate fingers brushing gently around my balls, like singing on a piano, barely touching my swollen tight scrotum and then I felt a finger climbing up my taint all the way to my exposed bum hole.
- And what do you look at when you masturbate?
- At… girls?
- Girls, of course, not men. What kind of girls?
- Girls ... I do not know. Big boobied?
- Well what do you know. Do you like girls with big breasts?
With one hand she began a gentle up-and-down stroke along my rigid member that has now turned into a full fledged phallus, while the other was drawing 8s with her nails across my taint closer and closer to my tanned pink hole – a place where nobody else ever touched me before.
- Yes I like.
Her voice was almost whispered.
- You imagine yourself in there? In the magazine? Nurturing a big nipple in your mouth while other girls rub their giant breasts along your hard… swollen… shaft?
- Yeah ... I moaned. That's what I am picturing...
My legs began to tremble and my knees started giving in. My penis began to twitch and pulsate in the palm of my older aunt’s hand, a sign I was getting close.
Suddenly my aunt stopped and pulled me away.
- Uuuugh... look what you did.
Indeed, because of the excitement and position I had dribbled an excessive amount of precum, that simply leaked over my aunt’s ginormous breasts. A long and gooey string, as thick as honey, still bound my inflamed cockhead to Aunt Michelle’s generous bosom.
- Oh, let me clean that for you dear, my mother rushed to the rescue and she produced some napkins from her purse.
Michelle threw her hair back over her shoulder to avoid smearing it with my precum, a careful move that reminded me of those Asian porn movies where more men ejaculate on a single woman and she enjoys both the harvest and attention. Michelle let her younger sister do her thing, observing her as she wiped her boys glistering precum from the fleshy giants. My embarrassment was through the roof, but I couldn’t help not notice this tender moment between an older and a younger sister. Makes one wonder what other things can an older sister make her younger sister do, as she so casually wipes away pre-spunk from her skin.
- Yeah, my aunt concluded in the end. It's a light form of priapism, nothing to worry about. It is best to let him stay over for the next two weeks and let me apply his treatment. And you’ll be all better soon, won’t you?
I tried to stuff my lazy cock back in my pants but it just couldn’t fit in anymore. Aunt Michelle noticed this and proceeded to undress me in a hurry.
- No, no, give me those pants, sweetie, you don’t want to semen-stain then.
I remained there, standing in my t-shirt and bare assed in front of my mother, while my Auntie threw my shorts in a laundry basket. My mother was close to me and looked directly at my spasmodic dick.
- Oh, my dear, is it still leaking?
Indeed, I was like a broken faucet, oozing slowly with each jerk, releasing yet another string of oily pearls all the way to the floor.
My mother took another napkin, stooped down next to me as she used to do whenever she would tie my shoelaces as a runt, then lovingly wiped my aching tool until it was nice and dry. As a final touch, she wiped the little precummy puddle on the floor and gave me a “good boy” kiss on my cheek.
- Take care of you, baby boy, and let Michele take good care of you, ok? She handled many teen boys on and knows what's good for them.
I nodded, thinking about my aunt's ample breasts and how I just spilled my first drops of pre-boy-juice. It was going to be a very long week. But I hoped her methods would cure me of the masturbation fever once and for all !!!
TO BE CONTINUED ( o Y o )
SUBJECT: A young masturbation addict is sent to a dominating older female who has a special interest in his secretion. (tags: milf, masturbation, soft femdom, handjob, big tits, older female vs younger male, dirty talk, cum denial, prostate stimulation, milking)
Aunt Michelle's Secret Formula
- Second Chapter -
My mother insisted on pulling my trolley up to Auntie’s front door. Michelle lived in an old one-storey villa near the TV station, in a very quiet area. I know my heart was pummeling all the way up my throat as we crossed the courtyard and approached the entrance. Everything was clean and very well arranged.
When Michelle opened the door, my heart froze.
- Hello sister, she told me, oooooh, but who do we have here? she asked from the door.
I hadn’t seen her in a while, like I said. And to be honest, I forgot how well she looked. I think it was impossible for her to go out any other way than by taxi or personal car, because every man, geezer and boy would have turned their heads after her and some even shout and whistle. She got slightly plummer since I last saw her, but all the weight seemed to have deposited on her bottom and her boobs. Like I said. Great breasts. "A real milk lady" as my mother described. They carefully danced in two huge cups at each movement. I think we arrived a little early because she wasn’t exactly dressed. Instead, she was wearing a silk robe that barely hid the twin wonders of nature beneath the fabric. Michelle was a tall woman, and no matter how hard it was to look in her lusty eyes, equipped with false eye lashes, it was impossible for me to ignore the pair of jugs that were pushing forward right in front of me, so close that if I would have tripped, I was afraid I would have dived face-first between those two cushions and died in a slow pleasurable asphyxiation.
- I'm glad to see the sister, she told us in her slight husky voice, reminding me of a Barbie on steroids, and welcomed us into the house, stepping on her tiny ankles that only God knows how they can sustain all her weight.
We sat at the table, Mom on the armchair, Michelle on the couch. Before I could say something, my aunt dragged me to her lap and put me on her knee as if I was 10 years old and began caressing my hair.
- My, my, what a nice little boy. How much you’ve grown. I think you’re a killer among the girlies in your school.
I felt super awkward. I was wearing my very short pants, barely reaching below the bottom, so I basically felt my aunt’s thighs touching my bare skin. Standing between her legs began taking it’s toll on my young cock and all I could do was clench my fists as my mother’s sister continued to brush her fingers through my hair or pet me on my leg.
- The truth is ... That’s exactly why I had to see you, Michelle darling ... I have big problems with him.
- Oh, what did the little runt do this time?
- He’s ... you know. He’s reached that age. When the boys go mad and let me tell you, my house is pure horror! He leaves sperm everywhere. All my towels are boy-stained. I find my panties all crumbled up and crusty. It’s a nightmare.
Michelle simply nodded her head understandingly as she continued to stroke my back, but I was in shock. I never realized until then that my mother was so conscious of my masturbation.
- Oh, dear, I know what you mean. That's how my boys were at that age. When they would bathe and I would wash their backs, their bums and their little weaners, they were both full mast.
The image Michelle described made my dicklet twitch in my shorts and I think Michelle felt my buttock muscles clenching on her thigh.
- Night is a non stop show, replied my mother. The bed in his room is screeching like mad. For hours on end. He doesn’t hydrate, he doesn’t eat, he just lies in bed all day and he... please forgive me, but he masturbates continuously. And you should hear him moan. Two weeks ago I had some of my girl friends over to play bridge and they heard him too. They said, "Is your boy okay? Does he have a fever or why is he moaning so loudly?" I couldn’t have been more embarrassed. And after I went to him, obviously he was still sweating and the sheets were splattered up to his knees.
- Wow, what a naughty boy, Michelle quipped and squeezed my thigh even harder.
- I said I have to bring him to you, because I know you have your methods and you've broken other teen boys from this filthy habbit.
- Ooooh, but it’s no bother at all, sis. I'm really glad to take care of such a healthy, spunky young boy. Stand up straight, young man!
I stood up.
- Hands along your body.
I just pulled my hand around my body, revealing the bulge that was forming inside my shorts.
- Let's see investigate the situation. May I?
My mother nodded, so Michelle expertly pulled down my fly and yanked my shorts under my love-plums in one move. I do not even have to say that my penis slid out like a sleepy raccoon and dangled under it’s own weight before my aunt’s and mother’s astonished eyes.
With professional moves, Michele took my bulging rod into her fist and started massaging it. She drew herself a little closer, so that my meat stick was now hanging right above her magnificent breasts.
- Let's see now. Look what a big dick my boy can grow... How many hours a day is it like this?
- It's always like this, my mother intervened.
- I want him to answer.
- About ... all the time ... When I'm at school ... when I'm home ... I feel it getting up ... and then ...
- And then you have to quickly find a quiet place in order to relieve yourself, right?" Michelle said, pressing harder on my engorged sausage.
- I don’t know, Yes....?
- Do you masturbate?
- Yes ...
- Yes, I believe you do. How many times a day do you do it, sweetie?
- Two or three times ...?
Michelle squeezed me harder, almost chocking my dick.
- I mean… seven or eight?
- Seven or eight ... that’s more plausible. Here. Bend over, sweetie.
I leaned over and felt her delicate fingers brushing gently around my balls, like singing on a piano, barely touching my swollen tight scrotum and then I felt a finger climbing up my taint all the way to my exposed bum hole.
- And what do you look at when you masturbate?
- At… girls?
- Girls, of course, not men. What kind of girls?
- Girls ... I do not know. Big boobied?
- Well what do you know. Do you like girls with big breasts?
With one hand she began a gentle up-and-down stroke along my rigid member that has now turned into a full fledged phallus, while the other was drawing 8s with her nails across my taint closer and closer to my tanned pink hole – a place where nobody else ever touched me before.
- Yes I like.
Her voice was almost whispered.
- You imagine yourself in there? In the magazine? Nurturing a big nipple in your mouth while other girls rub their giant breasts along your hard… swollen… shaft?
- Yeah ... I moaned. That's what I am picturing...
My legs began to tremble and my knees started giving in. My penis began to twitch and pulsate in the palm of my older aunt’s hand, a sign I was getting close.
Suddenly my aunt stopped and pulled me away.
- Uuuugh... look what you did.
Indeed, because of the excitement and position I had dribbled an excessive amount of precum, that simply leaked over my aunt’s ginormous breasts. A long and gooey string, as thick as honey, still bound my inflamed cockhead to Aunt Michelle’s generous bosom.
- Oh, let me clean that for you dear, my mother rushed to the rescue and she produced some napkins from her purse.
Michelle threw her hair back over her shoulder to avoid smearing it with my precum, a careful move that reminded me of those Asian porn movies where more men ejaculate on a single woman and she enjoys both the harvest and attention. Michelle let her younger sister do her thing, observing her as she wiped her boys glistering precum from the fleshy giants. My embarrassment was through the roof, but I couldn’t help not notice this tender moment between an older and a younger sister. Makes one wonder what other things can an older sister make her younger sister do, as she so casually wipes away pre-spunk from her skin.
- Yeah, my aunt concluded in the end. It's a light form of priapism, nothing to worry about. It is best to let him stay over for the next two weeks and let me apply his treatment. And you’ll be all better soon, won’t you?
I tried to stuff my lazy cock back in my pants but it just couldn’t fit in anymore. Aunt Michelle noticed this and proceeded to undress me in a hurry.
- No, no, give me those pants, sweetie, you don’t want to semen-stain then.
I remained there, standing in my t-shirt and bare assed in front of my mother, while my Auntie threw my shorts in a laundry basket. My mother was close to me and looked directly at my spasmodic dick.
- Oh, my dear, is it still leaking?
Indeed, I was like a broken faucet, oozing slowly with each jerk, releasing yet another string of oily pearls all the way to the floor.
My mother took another napkin, stooped down next to me as she used to do whenever she would tie my shoelaces as a runt, then lovingly wiped my aching tool until it was nice and dry. As a final touch, she wiped the little precummy puddle on the floor and gave me a “good boy” kiss on my cheek.
- Take care of you, baby boy, and let Michele take good care of you, ok? She handled many teen boys on and knows what's good for them.
I nodded, thinking about my aunt's ample breasts and how I just spilled my first drops of pre-boy-juice. It was going to be a very long week. But I hoped her methods would cure me of the masturbation fever once and for all !!!
TO BE CONTINUED ( o Y o )
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