Aunt Deirdre’s fiendish remote can stimulate feelings for her nephew and her stepson
The Society Hallowe’en Ball was the thing. Deirdre had targeted it for the past two months. It was during the excitement of the costume contest that she would seal the future of her pain of a stepson, and gift her adorable nephew the sexual pleasure he craved.
All that was required was the Anal Sizzle she had seen in Dominant Women Magazine. At 50 dollars it was a steal, promising to bring un-dreamt-of surprises to young men and women who were sexually inexperienced. The package came, and days later, when she had primed her favourite nephew Buster – or Buzz as she had always called the little cutie – about what lay in store for him at the Hallowe’en shindig, she wheeled her unsuspecting stepson Perry into the auditorium, ready for her trial run of the Sizzle.
“B-But Stepmother, I feel so silly wearing this – this – this GIRLS’ FROCK!” he exclaimed, feeling the chill through his sheer nylon panties. “And these shiny silver boots and long gloves! They’re what girls wear!”
He felt the whole thing was – naughty. Especially since the chiffon dress and – well, the whole stockings and suspenders thing: they were making him HORNY. He hoped to God the Reverend Smith wasn’t going to be here and see him dressed like this.
“Hi Auntie Deirdre. Wowee, who the hell’s bells is THIS?” cried Buzz, grabbing armfuls of his favourite auntie and squeezing til she couldn’t laugh any more.
“This is your new friend, honey,” giggled Deirdre. “I’ve got him so’s you can play with him. He’s the son of Arnold FitzMoniker Jr, my new partner.”
“So’s I can PLAY with him?” gaped her nephew. “No kidding, Auntie D? I’m gonna start right now!”
“Just wait til it’s our turn up on stage, fast boy,” declared his Aunt. “There’s gonna be plenty of ti- ”
Her words were interrupted by the next announcement: “And now, Ladies and Gentlefolk, Witches and Wizards, we welcome on stage: Deirdre and Perry Fitzmoniker and Buster Gutt. Please put your hands together.”
Once in the middle of the stage, when the marshalls had secured Perry’s hands with rope and hoisted him onto his tip-toes, Deirdre adopted a very playful expression, reached her hand into her purse, and operated her remote.
The dance routine that entertained the audience brought tears to Perry’s astonished eyes. What on earth was happening in his costume, the costume that his Aunt had arranged for him and had dressed him in while he fell into that strange sleep before the contest.
Right now he could hardly stay still: this humming, this glowing, this BUZZING in his ass! He had never felt anything like it in his life. But hey, it made him hop, and skip, and dance this way and that to try and find some relief. Instead the ache in his cock and all through his private places was deepening and warming and filling him with feelings that he wanted to enjoy.
“Holy Pumpkins, Auntie D, his cock’s as hard as a broomstick!” shouted Buzz with his hand up her new stepson’s petticoat. “He’s really into this Hallowe’en thing, and me too. When can we go home and get down to business?”
Deirdre calmed him down as soon as they had taken eight or nine bows to a very appreciative audience. “Just as soon as I’ve had a few G and Ts dear. Then I think Perry is going to want something hard and buzzing up his ass. Are you game for that?”
Buzz filled her glass up pretty quick each time she emptied it, and in no time they were in a taxi headed for his Aunt’s bedroom.
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