“Auntie…”
I meant to say it in admonishment, but it came out in a soft sigh. My legs widened and I leaned back in my seat.
“Uh huh, that’s right. If you’re gonna undress me with your eyes and violate me, then I’ll violate you right back.”
She was looking down at me. My eyebrows were furrowed in pleasure and my mouth was hanging open slightly.
That fire in her eyes had returned. She was enjoying this for just the reasons she had stated. This was my comeuppance, and I knew I deserved it. I also knew that I should stop her, that this was wrong. I couldn’t let my aunt jerk me off. What the fuck was I doing? She was more or less sexually assaulting me and I was just letting it happen.
Then I throbbed hard in her hands, and my body relaxed as my head clouded.
“That’s a good boy.” She cooed.
Oh my god she’s fucking milking me. I thought, and she really was.
That squeezing and pulling upward really felt like a milking. Maybe it was degrading, but… really it just felt good.
I heard what sounded like soft whimpers, and realized it was me. My cock was pulsating in her hand, and my hips were pushing upward in time with her strokes. This ceased when she pressed her other hand against my groin, beneath my navel, and pushed me tight to the chair.
This was really happening.
My hips fought with her, trying to thrust upward into her hand. The muscles in her arm strained as she held me down and continued pumping my shaft. I was squirming in my seat, becoming overwhelmed with the pleasure and faint traces of revulsion.
For a few seconds, she let my cock go. I didn’t want her to. Her hands were soft, and her touch made sparks fly through my body. At first I didn’t want it, but now… it was all I wanted.
In the haze, I had just enough clarity to notice that she had grabbed a bottle of vegetable oil from the shelf next to her. She had to lean to reach it, but she was able to remain in her chair. Maybe she wanted it to speed things along, or maybe… maybe she was enjoying making me feel this good.
Maybe.
It’s a good thing I noticed, because when she slathered the oil all over her hands, and resumed jerking me off, the pleasure tripled in an instant. I shuddered fiercely at the touch, now allowing myself to hold her predatory gaze.
At this point, all the barriers were broken. The taboo was gone and burned to ashes, and even the ashes were blown away. When I was cumming in my room, I had suppressed my moans and sighs to keep her from hearing it. But right now she was the one giving me pleasure. She was the one who’s hand was on my shaft, pumping and corkscrewing up and down. It didn’t matter anymore. Nothing Mattered anymore. Fuck it.
“Fuuuuuuu-uuck.” My breathing hitched in the middle of the lustful exclamation.
“Auntie Freya… oh god.”
She let out a quick laugh. Oh yeah, she was definitely enjoying this.
“That’s right, you dirty fucking boy. I’m gonna make you cum. I’m gonna make you cuuuuumyeahhhhhhh.”
The last words were strung together in a purr, vibrating through her chest when it vocalized. Her breathing was quickening now too. With both hands twisting and turning and tugging on my cock, she was really getting into it.