Dean had gone back to his Mothers old house and was daydreaming about some things that used to happen when his neighbor had disturbed him and took him next door for some refreshment. This had ended up with him being spanked over her knee and eventually covering her summer dress with cum, as he got over-excited through a general lack of sexual activity. Now we join him at home gathering some things together for the weekend, a weekend with Aunty Mary, that he had never thought would happen.
Dean was still embarrassed as he drove back to his apartment, he couldn't believe what had just happened. An hour ago he was packing some boxes, and now he was driving home with cum drenched pants, then going to pack a bag for the weekend and then return to Aunty Mary's.
She had told him to just bring the essentials, as she had plenty of day clothes for him to wear. Whatever that meant.
He grabbed an overnight bag, and threw some underwear, he just packed plain white boxers, not wanting to embarrass himself further, socks and toiletries, and some t-shirts, shorts, and jeans. He had no idea how much to pack and just threw lots in the bag until it was full.
He quickly undressed and took a shower, his mind drifting to the very short time spent over her knee, and the way he had felt embarrassed, but very horny, and the spanking had made him so excited, he idly soaped himself and cleaned everywhere, and soon his cock was swelling up again as he relived the day. He stroked himself a few times and then more rapidly, unable to stop himself from becoming hornier, until he pumped more cum into the shower cubicle, and released the tension a little.
The phone rang and it jolted him back to reality, he moved from the shower and picked up the receiver.
"Hello."
"Hello Dean," It was Aunty Mary.
"Hi Aunty, did you need something?" He enquired a little nervously.
"No, I just wanted to let you know that Uncle John has had to go away to his brothers, as he has had an accident, and needs his help."
Dean's heart sank, he was so excited about the prospect of another spanking and this probably meant another weekend on porn sites.
"Oh I am sorry to hear that, does this mean the weekend is off,
? I fully understand if it is," he asked tentatively.
"Good gosh no," Aunty replied, and then added "On the contrary, I was hoping you could stay for the week, and help me out a little if that's alright with you?" She asked.
Dean's heart started pumping again, a whole week, he shook his head trying to remain calm.
"Y y yes Aunty, I can do that, I had this week booked off to clear the house and that will make it easier being next door."
"Oh I am pleased," she said.
"Now I need some bits and bobs from the store, so if you get here and nobody is home then the key is under the big pot out the back, you can't miss it," she added.
'Ok," he replied.
There was a short pause....
"Try again young man," she said in a more stern voice.
"Oh, I mean Yes Auntie,..... thank you Auntie," remembering his manners eventually.
"Very good then Dean and when we are together I will tell you the house rules, and you will get at the slipper for forgetting manners so soon, now I must go and get things done, goodbye," and she placed the phone down.
Dean stood thinking. A whole week, house rules, the slipper! Oh my, what was in store. He pulled on some boxers, some jogging bottoms, and a sweatshirt, and felt comfortable. He looked around and made sure he had all he needed, grabbing his laptop and iPad and making sure his place was locked, he got back into the car and started the drive back to his old street.
Dean had grown up in a quiet village and had enjoyed his childhood. The street where he lived only had a few houses and everyone got on well. He had a couple of friends his age and a few older ones as a child. Aunty Mary and Aunty Susan lived on either side of his house. Of course, they weren't his Aunts, but that's what he called them to be polite growing up.
He drifted away for a moment as he recalled past encounters where he had tried to get girlfriends to spank him, but now he was fully committed to his old neighbour and the possibilities of what could happen mage him smile wide, and once again get aroused, very aroused.
BEEEEEEEEEP. A car horn brought Dean to his senses, as he drifted over the central line. He shook himself and stopped thinking of the past, and focused on getting to his old street in one piece.
Dean arrived at Mary's and parked on his old drive, more force of habit really, but it sort of made sense.
He grabbed his bag and went round to her house, knocking on the door. Nobody was home and she had told him that on the phone, now where did she say the key was?
He looked under some stones and an old pot by the front door, nothing. He felt along the ledges and still nothing, he swore she said the key was going to be left. He eventually gave up and sat on the doorstep waiting for her to return.
Thirty minutes or so later he saw her coming along the road, walking with Aunty Susan.
"Blimey," he thought.
"She still lives here too, nobody seems to leave the street?"
He watched as they stopped outside Susan's house, and chatted. Susan then looked over and waved to him. For some reason, he felt like a small child and weakly waved back.
Aunty approached looking at him and his bag sat on the step.
"Why aren't you inside Dean?" She asked.
"I couldn't find the blooming' key could I," he retorted without thinking.
