"Oh yes! Give it to me!" shouted the woman on the screen.
"Yes. Give it to her," whispered Faith, her voice breathy as she watched the woman who looked amazingly like herself on the screen. Of course the woman's hair was bigger - that was the 80s for you, or maybe it was the 70s. And the man had that silly mustache that looked like a fuzzy caterpillar had taken up residence under his nose. He was, in theory, a lawyer, just like that nice Mr. Goldstein, and Faith's Aunt Margaret, aka Maggie Love, was the actress who was being fucked by her lawyer. Literally, not figuratively, although there was some kind of plot that Faith wasn't particularly following.
It was the fifth porn movie Faith had watched over the last 48 hours, all staring her look-alike aunt. She'd rubbed her pussy practically raw, and yet she couldn't stop touching herself.
I'm addicted. But I still haven't watched them all. Then I'll stop.
Aunt Margaret had left Faith her house, and her house contained a complete collection of the adult movies of "Maggie Love" - all twenty-five of them. Currently, she was watching
Hot Legal Secretaries
, and she thought it might be her favorite. She kept imagining Mr. Goldstein playing the lead male role. Had Mr. Goldstein and Aunt Margaret ever, well, done the deed? They were neighbors, and Aunt Margaret had trusted Mr. Goldstein with her estate. It wasn't beyond possibility, especially when one considered how easy people "hooked up" in Sunny Park.
I am a much younger version of Aunt Margaret. Well, not younger than the one on the screen, but younger than the one Mr. Goldstein knew. I'm sexy and desirable, like Maggie Love. But of course it would be a sin, and those are very sinful thoughts. I shouldn't even be watching this movie.
She heard a noise. Someone was in the house. Oh no! A burglar! She quickly pulled the vibrating purple dildo out of her pussy, and tried to make it turn off. They made these things so complicated. She could just scream. And oh my god the porno was playing. A burglar might get ideas from that. She had to turn off the vibrator, turn off the TV, and pull her skirt down. No, first she needed to pull her panties up.
She was so frazzled she nearly took the Lord's name in vain. Thankfully, she was raised better than that.
"Faith?" said a familiar voice. "Who's that in there with you?"
"Yes," cried Aunt Margaret. "Give me your big cock. I love it! Fuck me hard, harder!"
Faith dove for the VHS player, tripped on her panties, and ended up on the floor. But at least her skirt fell nicely into place in the process. "Don't come in!" she yelled.
"Come all over me," Maggie yelled. "Yes, yes, yes!"
"Aunt Meg?" asked Toby. "And what's that buzzing? Don't come in where?"
Faith decided to prioritize pulling her panties. "Just freeze, Toby Brown!"
Toby froze. Faith knew that, because unfortunately he froze in the doorway. She had left the door open, and apparently, the front door unlocked. Faith had an excellent idea of exactly what he saw.
The room was horrible enough normally, of course. A big X-frame with cuffs on it. A padded bench of some sort, also with cuffs. Whips and chains and what not on the walls. Cabinets full of all sorts of perverted gadgets, and the whole thing decorated in a demonic red and black. But now, in addition to that, was the evidence: a wet spot on the bench; not far away, a purple plastic vibrator, merrily humming away, thoroughly coated with her juices; Aunt Margaret, getting a facial in living color on the television; and Faith's hair was probably a mess, too.
"This isn't what it looks like," Faith said.
"Wow, is that Aunt Meg?" Toby asked. "She looks just like you. Except for all the cum on her face." Toby looked back and forth between the screen and Faith.
Faith hit the off button on the VCR, and then the television, just to make sure. "You better not be imagining me with - with - with! Toby Brown!"
Toby didn't say anything. Aunt Margaret had been silenced. Faith was speechless. Which meant the only sound remaining was the buzzing vibrator. Toby looked at it.
"Like I said, it's not what it looks like!" Faith said. She didn't make a move toward the toy. That would practically be admitting she'd been using it.
Toby walked in and peered at it. And sniffed. It reminded Faith of Toby's mom, when she'd come to visit. All that was missing was moving his fingers across the furniture to check for dust.
Time to go on the offensive. "What are you doing here, anyway, Toby Brown!" Using his last name, the way she'd heard his mother do, gave her the upper hand, she hoped.
"You tell me," Toby said. "You told Dolly you and I were doing things tonight, so I wasn't free. I waited until eight, and then I thought I better come knocking. When you didn't answer, I let myself in."
Oh, right. She hadn't had any plans, she'd just been trying to save him from that pink-haired hussy. But Dolly had pivoted to Thursday, so at best, she'd delayed some sin by a day. Sin delayed was not sin denied, but it was something.
Toby picked up the box from the floor. "Hot Legal Secretaries. Starring Maggie Love and Candy Lynn. Wow." He looked at the sluttily dressed secretaries on the cover, and then turned the box over. "Wow," he said again. Maggie and Candy weren't wearing anything on the back, and they were pictured in various poses that had made Faith blush. She still hadn't seen some of those scenes yet, and she was wondering if in the one, the actor's cock was in Maggie's vagina, or -
She couldn't say it, even in her thoughts. She got up and snatched the box from Toby's hands. "That's nothing to look at for a boy your age."
"I'm three months older than you," Toby pointed out.
"Well, women mature faster. Everyone knows that."
"In that one picture, she was doing anal?"
"I haven't watched that part yet!"
They stared at each other, and the buzzing seemed to get louder again. Faith finally picked it up from the floor and pressed the button. You had to hold it for several seconds in order to get it turned off. They really should give such things an emergency switch, for situations just like this.
"Don't forget to clean it, cuz," Toby said. He started to sit down on the bench, noticed the wet leather, and managed to gracefully return to a standing position. He peered past her. "Are those more of Aunt Meg's videos? Sin told me she was a big-time porn star, way back in the day."
"I've seen how that pink-haired trollop cleans your thing," Faith said. It seemed like a snappy retort until it came out.
"With her mouth?" Toby asked. "Well, if you're taking lessons from Dolly..."
"Humf!" Faith said. "Meet me in the living room. I'll be right there. After I clean this with soap and water. It's a shame it got, um, oil all over it, but it was left in the kitchen and these things happen."
"Sure," Toby said.
Faith fled to the bathroom. She had been close to coming again, and for just a moment she wondered if she could get herself off quickly, but given how sore her pussy was she wasn't sure that was a good idea. She washed the thing off with soap and water.
What must Toby think of her? Even to her mind, the bit about oil in the kitchen didn't sound at all convincing. She turned the water off and set it upright to dry.
"You taste so good," Aunt Margaret was saying. "I just love the taste of your spunk, Mr. Snyder!"
Did the VCR turn itself back on, or something? She raced back to the dungeon, only to find Toby watching the video. He was sitting on the bench, and judging by the smell of bleach in the air, had found the cleaning wipes. Maggie was still on the floor, her face dripping with white goo, looking up at the actor playing the lawyer.
"You didn't really have a plan as to what we were going to do tonight, did you, Faith?" asked Toby.
"No," Faith admitted. "I just didn't want that older woman getting her hooks into you. I was trying to save you."
The scene on the screen shifted. Candy Lynn and Maggie were talking about how they were going to win over the jury for Mr. Snyder. There was a lot of cleavage, but at least they were mostly dressed and had clean faces.
"Well, I guess it's movie night, then," Toby said. "That's what everyone does, when they don't know what to do."
"We are not watching a pornographic movie together, Toby," Faith said.
"You were watching it."
"That's different. I'm a woman. You watching it would be like a man in the woman's locker room."
"It's hardly just women getting naked in this thing," Toby pointed out. He patted the bench. "There's room for two, if we sit on it sideways."
"How is that sideways?"
"I think it's designed for you to be sort of sprawled over it on all fours," he said.
