An old axiom says while you're walking through the zoo looking at the animals, they're looking at you also. In this story, who is fucking who? Age and experience will always beat youth and inexperience. All characters in this story are at least 18 years old
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Jamaal rang the doorbell and impatiently waited for his aunt to open the door. He wasn't here by choice. His Mother had ordered him to call on Aunt Addie and thank her for the book she bought him for his birthday.
Like any other 18-year-old boy, he would rather have spent the day playing video games on his PS5 Nintendo. But he figured it would be a short visit. He even convinced his BFF Levi to come with him for moral support and an excuse to leave early.
Levi reluctantly agreed. When Jamaal asked to go with him, he hoped they might have some private time. In recent weeks the friends had progressed from watching each other stroke while watching porn on Jamaal's laptop to mutual masturbation.
One of the online videos was an MMF, a threesome where the guys sucked each other's cock while the woman alternated fingering their asses. Neither was sure they wanted something in their ass; they felt they were not gay but curious about sucking a cock.
The door opened, and his aunt stood framed in the doorway. Addie was short at 5' 1" with a massive butt and jugs that rested on her belly. She eyed the young boys, smiling quietly.
"Hi, Aunt Addie! I stopped by to thank you for the book."
"Come in, boys. Go through to the sitting room and make yourselves comfortable. Would you like a glass of Coke?"
The boys reluctantly nodded, knowing the soft drink would inevitably extend their stay.
"I won't be a minute."
The boys went into the parlor.
"She certainly is your great aunt," whispered Levi, grinning. "She's got a fat ass and tits to her knees!"
Aunt Addie was well endowed black Creole. In her youth, men and women loved to play with them. She and her late husband were swingers, and she had as many between her big jugs as in her pussy. Her huge breasts were the first thing you noticed about her. She was plump and barely above five feet which emphasized their size.
She wore her white hair in a tight bun. Her grey eyes were bright and intelligent. Addie was nearly 70 and had been widowed some ten years ago.
Jamaal nudged Levi to silence him as Aunt Addie came into the room carrying two cans of Coke.
"Thanks for the book, Aunt Addie. It's really nice."
Addie eyed the boys speculatively, noting that they sat relatively close to each other. She suspected they were, at minimum, experimenting with bisexuality. She hoped that wouldn't interfere with her plan.
"That's OK, Jamaal. I remembered how much you enjoyed that hypnotist we saw last summer, so I thought a book on hypnotism would be just the thing. I had a terrible time finding it. Have you tried it out yet? You could get your mother to stop her disgusting smoking habit.
"I need more practice, I guess. I haven't managed to hypnotize anyone yet," Jamaal said.
Levi tried to suppress a grin. They failed to hypnotize Susan, Jamaal's 18-year-old cousin, to get her to strip for them. Susan guessed their intentions and threatened to tell Jamaal's parents.
"Well, it seemed so easy when that man did it last summer," Aunt Addie said."I wish you could hypnotize me into losing a few pounds."
"Could I try," asked Jamaal, "it would be good practice for me."
Addie suppressed a coy smile. Her plan was working.
"If you like, dear. I don't know if I'm the right person to be hypnotized, but there's no harm in trying. I'm enjoying your company and would like some help with my dieting."
Jamaal decided to humor her. It was a chance to practice. If he could get the technique right, he would soon be persuading a few girls of his acquaintance to discard their clothes for him and Levi.
"Okay," Jamaal said eagerly, "sit on the sofa and lace your fingers together. When I tell you, try to pull them apart."
The book assured him this was a way of telling if people were good candidates for hypnosis.
"Okay, Auntie, pull your fingers apart.
He watched in surprise as Aunt Addie struggled unsuccessfully to separate her hands. He decided to go on to the next part of the procedure, as detailed in the book.
"Look at the ceiling, Aunt Addie! You'll stare at it until I tell you to stop."
While Jamaal murmured his instruction to her, Levi watched as Aunt Addie concentrated on a spot on the ceiling. He was amazed to see her eyes glaze and then close as Jamaal told her to sleep.
"Jesus!" he exclaimed, "She's actually under. You did it!"
Jamaal was looking at his Aunt in amazement. He had finally managed to hypnotize someone.
"Perhaps she's only pretending," Levi whispered.
"Well, try it out. Get her to do something stupid as that hypnotist guy did."
"You are in a contest for animal impersonators. Bark like a big dog!"
The boys cracked up as Aunt Addie, with her face calm and eyes closed, made a creditable impression of a barking dog until Jamaal told her to stop.
"Have her scratch her nipple," Levi whispered in his friend's ear.
"What if she won't do it," hissed Jamaal.
"If she doesn't, we'll know she's not under, won't we."
"Your right nipple is itching," said Jamaal. "You need to rub it to make the itch go away."
He watched as his aunt rubbed her fingertips across her breast. The two boys grinned at how the old woman's jugs jiggled as she rubbed them.
"Fantastic, man! It's too bad it's your ancient aunt and not Susan. Jesus, we'd be having a good looking at her panties by now!"
"Why not try to get Aunt Addie to show her panties? It would be a good test of how deeply she is under."
Jamaal remembered a trick the hypnotist used to make a man do the splits. He could adapt it to the present situation.
"When I say. "Now,".. you will feel that your knees are repelling each other. No matter how hard you try, you cannot get them together. You are more comfortable with them apart. The further apart they are, the more comfortable you will be. Now!"
The boys watched as the old woman's legs splayed open. She paused when her knees were about a foot apart. They could see the effort on her face as she tried unsuccessfully to bring them together. Then she relaxed, and the gap between her plump limbs increased until she sat with her legs spread.
Levi crouched down and peered up her skirt.