I never really wanted to leave New York City: I always knew where to take my wallet for a nice, long, wet blowjobs, had my favourites bars and hookers and I was leaving a life I was enjoying. However, my parents decided that the time has come for me to get a "proper" education and as my school results were really good they've sent me to England – like all other well-off families they knew. And to top it all up I was going to stay with 2 of mum's sisters. (I have to explain here: my mum comes from an Irish Catholic family which spans a whole "reign" of relatives throughout England, Ireland and America.)
I hated the place from the beginning: no friends, no whores I knew, nothing to do and no privacy for a long masturbation session from my 2 aunties. They were like the ultimate nightmare: your typical fifty-something devout catholic always trying to keep me on the straight and narrow. Days dragged one after another and my depression was deepening. And – expect nothing less! – my school was suffering for this too. Every night I had to endure a boring speech from my aunties Laura and Helen and once in a week here the same from my mom. I felt like hanging myself – yet good job I didn't!
One night (after going to bed at 10 as per usual, as Laura and Helen were really keen on such habits, probably picked up during their catholic education) I woke up about midnight with a massive erection under the duvet and felt the need to release the sperm instantaneously. I knew that if I am silent and make myself cum under the duvet no one would hear and notice – as they were sleeping in the room next to me and they could hear any "strange" noises coming from my room. So I closed my eyes and let my hand do the work. I don't know what I fantasized about but as my cock was spurting its cum on my tummy, I heard a very soft "Oh, yes!"
I smiled initially, with my eyes closed, thinking it was my fantasy in my head, however, as my heart has slowed down to its normal rhythm, I heard more whispers in the night and ... my God! was that a soft moan? I listened again, all ears, and indeed, from my aunties' room there were some whispers coming – I could only get bits and pieces: "do that...like... again... please...." Then the moans again – very, very soft and barely audible. I got it figured in an instant: something rather unorthodox was going on in the next room! So, we finally show our true colours, my dear aunties! I stayed up the whole night nearly until the whispers have ceased. I didn't have a clear idea of what was going on, but I was going to find out!
So with the next occasion when my dear aunties were out of the house I started working on my plan.
We're in the 21st century and everyone nowadays has a laptop and some high-tech equipment around it. So it didn't take me too much to set up a moviemaker, which captured the images and sound from my microphone-enabled web cam. Next, a little drill into the wall, well hidden from the eyes of anyone, but with a good angle to cover most of their room. Plug that into the laptop, and we're done! To make sure I did a few tests, plugged in the "night filter" and figured out that the quality of the recording was more than I needed! So with all these set up I waited for the night to fall. I went to bed as usual – but before I turned the lights off I just clicked the button that was going to reveal me their secret, folded the laptop closed – so if they come to check on me during the night (which sometimes they did) they won't figure it out – and slept the whole night like a baby! The next day I watched the recording: for a couple of hours they were in the bed appearing to do nothing. This was beginning to worry me and I was going to delete the recording and wait for the next night. Luckily I decided to forward it a bit more and – yep! – there it was: the moment when Laura turns to Helen and says:
- Are you asleep? I can't sleep again!
- Oh, bloody Hell, Laura, I was just falling asleep.
- Please put me to sleep, Helen darling – I can't sleep.
- Alright then. I still don't understand why you don't take some pills though.
- Cause you work better than them darling.
And with that, Laura threw the cover away, revealing their fat, old bodies naked! Wow! I had to pause this for a second and look at this image, which all of a sudden looked horny as well! Most of the hookers I've fucked were in their early 20's at the max and their bodies were normally well-toned; however, seeing these 2 old bodies, their bellies hanging, their tits going down to their pussies nearly, wrinkles and hair turned me on like hell! I let the video play again. Laura opened her legs and for what seemed like an eternity to me Helen "operated" on her cunt: licked it, fingered it, fisted it – the whole lot!!!! Throughout all these, Laura kept moaning and encouraging her sister: "Oh, yes, do that again! God, I like it soooo much! Fist me again! Mmmmmm Now lick me again!" and when Helen teasingly refused to do so she would launch herself in a long stream of slave-ish "Please! Please! Please!"... The best porn movies that I had seen so far seemed nothing compared to this! So I stored the movie and decided to wait for the next night.
The scene more or less repeated itself the next night, and the night afterwards. It turns out that Helen took pleasure in satisfying Laura's needs then. That's what I thought – however another night proved me wrong. As Laura was just asking her sister for some relief, she didn't answer but instead got a double-dildo out and just showed it to her. They fucked like rabbits the whole night: one on top of the other, scissor sisters, then cunt to cunt, ass to ass... And to top it all up, I hear Helen saying at the end: "Now you have to get me asleep as well". They giggled – and I guessed something more interesting was about to be revealed. And indeed it was: Laura crouched herself in the bed with just her hands and feet supporting her; she was all like a compact block of meat when Helen stood up in bed and whispered to her "Drink me, you cunt!" and in that instant she spurted an almighty jet of piss all over her sister. It lasted forever and it went in Laura's hair, mouth, over her face, tits, body... I couldn't resist it and I had to reply the scene and make myself cum watching it. As I was coming I've realised how stupid I've been so far: I had enough material on my laptop not to just jerk off myself silly, but to actually frame these two and blackmail them for whatever I wanted! No devout Catholic would want such things brought to the "public" attention, after all. Hey, my life was just about to start on this island!
With that idea in mind I've put a blank DVD in my DVD record – thanks Mom for getting me the latest and bestest P4! ;) – and burned some of the "best" scenes on it. Then I went in the living room and called out:
