I looked at her and remembered the detailed instructions and graphics I had seen in the video a while ago. I was astonished to find out that my widowed Muslim aunty could go even further in her lust. I was conflicted at first. There was a load of weird stuff but then the next thing Aunt Sheen said made up my mind.
“You remember I always ask you to fuck me rough and hard. It’s the same thing just up a level. I want you to know that I love, love being submissive for a young cock like yours, son. You remember the Dom and Sub part? Yeah. Imagine me as your Sub and you’ll always be a Dom. Come on, I know you’ve always held back even when fucking me roughly. I want you to let go. I want to see how fiercely a strong, young boy like you can fuck a horny old woman like me.”
“Aunty… you always know how to say the right things, don’t you?” I replied with a wide grin forming on my face. I was nervous and excited at the same time. Excited because some of the stuff shown in the video I already liked. Nervous because I knew I was stronger than I looked and I didn’t want to hurt aunty too much.
Once she was sure I understood the basics of a Dom-Sub relationship Aunt Sheen began to outline a plan wherein she described in detail every single thing she had fantasized about. First off, she started with names – She would be called “Slut” or “Whore” and she would call me “Sir”. She told her plan and let me know how things would go in the beginning just to get me started. At the end of it all, she explained to me about safe-words. She made me promise not to hold back and let go of my inhibitions. As she explained, her hand was caressing my thighs the entire while. I had on a raging boner but Aunt Sheen ignored it on purpose as she talked.
“Ok. Let’s do it.” I said and smiled wide.
“Great! Remember, don’t break character till the act is complete or I use the safe-word, ok?” Aunt Sheen said as she stood up, her large boobs swinging free underneath her T-shirt and I nodded with the same broad smile.
“Now let me get ready. Why don’t you go to the smoking place upstairs and relax with a J? I’ll be back in fast, son.” Aunt Sheen continued in a very sweet tone as she swung her huge, jiggly ass on her way to the kitchen. I picked up the cold bottle of water with me as I stood up. I followed aunty into the kitchen which had the stairs leading upstairs on to Dee’s room and a spare bedroom. The stairs then continued on to the terrace above the second floor. Aunt Sheen and I were smokers and she was aware I was a stoner too. She also shared a J sometimes with me but would normally smoke. The flight of stairs leading to the terrace had wide windows on the wall. This made it one of the best spots to smoke in Aunt Sheen’s apartment as the smell of the smoke would instantly blow out the windows and away. I fet the urge to pee so I put the bottle of water on the lowest step of the stairs in the kitchen and made my way to the bathroom at the end of the hallway.
I watched as Aunt Sheen turned back to the dinner table and began hurriedly picking the dishes. I made my way to the bathroom on the first floor after her bedroom. I pissed and stepped out of the bathroom but could not see aunty around as I made my way through the kitchen. I made my way upstairs again with the bottle of water in my hand. I stepped up the last flight of stairs and was pleased to see that Aunt Sheen had laid out a few comfortable-looking small cushions on the upper step for us to sit. I chose the one closer to the window and laid out the stuff from my pocket.