Widowed Muslim Aunt and I try BDSM

“The best! I never imagined that I would be comfortable treating you that way, aunty.” I said with excitement, releasing my cock into her hands and holding the shower head over it. I rested my head against the cool shower wall in front and continued, “But seeing you enjoying and loving it so much made me feel bolder and more free, you know?” I said, trying to explain the surge of excitement I felt at having found an enticing kink.

“I know exactly what you mean, son.” Aunt Sheen said in a soft voice and I knew she was smiling.

“I wish we could do it all the time.” I managed to whisper softly, undecided whether Aunt Sheen wanted this to be once-in-a-while thing or something she was willing to do regularly.

“Really?” Aunt Sheen asked me and I tensed. I didn’t think she would hear my soft whisper over the noise of the water falling from the shower head. However, she was standing very close behind me and her soft, large boobs were warm against my bare back.

I think Aunt Sheen must have felt my apprehension, because she replied, “We can if YOU want to. I’ve fantasized about being a full-time slave for a long, long time, son.” Aunt Sheen said this in a soft but exciting tone as she kept rubbing my wet cock and balls gently clean.

I admit I felt a bit shy at the time and simply nodded as I grinned with my head lowered.

“Your wish… is my command, SIR!” Aunt Sheen said loudly and squeezed my cock lovingly once.

Once I was clean enough, Aunt Sheen let go of my cock and balls and spanked me playfully on my naked butt before saying, “Now go and get some sleep. If you don’t have any other plans for tomorrow, we could do this the entire day tomorrow, son.”

I smiled wide as I turned and looked at her. I grabbed a handful of her soft, large ass cheek and squeezed hard once before walking out with a spring in my step. I went to her bedroom and found that Aunt Sheen had changed the bed sheets. After an intense night of sexual hedonism and getting stoned I only had the will to gulp down a few mouthfuls of the cool water from the jug on the bedside table before I plopped down nude and flew off to dreamland.

RING! RING!.. RING! RING!

“Heh… hello?” I groggily said into my cell-phone once I was finally able to find it on the bedside table.

“Hello.. Ali. How are you, sweety?” I heard my Mom on the other end and my head started to clear up instantly.

“Hi, Mom. I’m good.” I replied before I yawned, stretched and sat up on the bed.

“Did I just wake you?” Mom asked.

“Yes.” I replied without opening my eyes. The harsh summer sunlight streaming in through the open window on the other end felt too bright for my eyes.

“I hope you were not awake playing video games. Tell me you were studying last night, Ali.” Mom asked me in her usual smothering manner.

“Mmmm” I mumbled, feeling guilty about lying outright with a proper response.

After a few minutes of hearing my mother worrying about my exam on Monday I closed my eyes again and lay back down. I had the phone to my ear and was responding with ‘Hmm’ and ‘Yeah’ at the appropriate times. After I convinced my mother that things were fine and I had not lit the house on fire I said good-bye right after my mother told me that they would be reaching home late afternoon the next day, Monday.

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