"They are incorrigible."
Liz sighed as her sister, Mandy, started again on the same complaining track about Liz's twin sons.
"William and Benedict have no manners and I honestly think they're immoral, I said so to Donald last time we spoke and he agreed."
Donald was Mandy's quiet husband and it was difficult for Liz to picture him getting animated over such an issue.
Liz was sick of this repetitive mantra. Her sister, who at forty-four was two years older than her, had had a problem with Liz's sons, Bill and Ben, since they were young. The boys had always been boisterous and full of energy. Mandy, having no children of her own, did not try to understand the complexities of bringing up kids. She felt they should be seen and not heard.
Both Mandy and Liz were attractive, but whereas Liz had a pretty buxom motherly look, Mandy had kept her waist trim at the same time as her breasts and buttocks had expanded.
The problem was that Mandy often stayed with Liz. The women's husbands, Donald and Jim, owned a business working together on the design and construction of new hotel complexes. This meant that they were away for long periods and Mandy would always visit Liz for part of that time.
Since they were young, the boys had been forever irritating Mandy. Habitually untidy, they would leave their toys on the floor for Mandy to trip over. They were careless, breaking Mandy's umbrella one day, knocking a drink on to her dress another day.
The boys had now just turned eighteen. Although not as boisterous as in their younger days, they teased Mandy and annoyed her. She liked to be called Aunt Amanda, but they always called her Auntie Mandy. They had hated her for years with a loathing that had innumerable causes.
The problem had come to a head ten years before. Liz was at work on a nursing shift and Mandy was trying to tidy-up the lounge. Mandy had found the book she had been reading kicked under a couch. The cover was torn and the spine was damaged.
This was too much for her. She locked Bill in his room and, pulling down Ben's shorts and underpants, smacked him hard on his bare butt. When she had finished, to hide what she'd done, she rubbed baby oil onto his skin to reduce the red welts. As Ben went off wailing, she reminded him that the nearest neighbors were some distance and no one would hear him. She then dragged Bill out of his bedroom and gave him the same treatment.
The boys complained bitterly to their mom when she came home, but Mandy scoffed at the suggestion she'd hit them hard.
"Really Elizabeth," she said, "I hardly touched them, though undoubtedly they deserved a damn good thrashing."
The boys never forgave her for spanking them and throughout their teens insulted her whenever they could.
Over the years, Mandy had become even more haughty. She was a good looking woman who knew she was attractive. She walked in a majestic manner. With her big breasts and a big ass, but with a slim midriff, she seemed to strut around, carefully projecting herself front and back.
Back where she lived, Mandy had grand designs to be promoted up the social order of the neighborhood. She tried to get on every local committee and ingratiate herself with the people that counted. Being proud of the partial success she enjoyed, she never stopped informing Liz and the boys about her social standing.
Liz sighed again. It was true that the boys had been particularly rude to Mandy that morning, but in a way she thought that Mandy had deserved it. Mandy had sent an email to Mrs Prendergast, the Chair of the Neighborhood Ladies Committee, saying how she would be happy to accept the position as Chair of the Flower-Arranging Sub-Committee. Mandy had copied in, not only all the members of the different committees, but also Liz and the boys through a family email address. Mandy had said sniffily that copying in the family was accidental, but Liz and the boys guessed she had just been showing off. Bill had said to his mom that he had a good mind to send a rude message about Auntie Mandy to all the email recipients. Liz had laughed it off, knowing that he wouldn't, but she did inwardly sympathize with the idea.
As she went off early evening on her late nursing shift, Liz continued to feel annoyed with Mandy and worried about family rows. She wished her husband Jim was at home to calm her anxieties. At least Bill and Ben would be out for the evening down a local club and couldn't provoke Mandy until at least the following day.
With everybody out, Mandy decided to have a leisurely soaking bath before retiring to bed early, where she was expecting a telephone call from her husband, Donald.
Two hours later, she was ensconced on the bed. It was a warm evening and she was lying outside the covers. She was wearing just a pair of panties and a tie-around night blouse. She was waiting for her two-weekly call from Donald and had a hands-free phone set, Donald had given her. She enjoyed Donald's calls which she found romantic and to prepare she dabbed a little perfume on her neck and applied a glossy red lipstick to put her in the mood.
She knew Donald wasn't God's gift to women, but she loved him. He was the only lover she'd ever had. He had an unusually small erection, but as she'd known no other, she was quite contented. He was very gentle. He would lightly kiss her nipples before starting to move his penis in and out of her. She didn't feel a lot of stimulation when they made love, but was happy that she gave him satisfaction. Truth be told, when he'd gone to sleep, she tended to satisfy herself with a brief rub of her clitoris, achieving a pleasing sensation if not an orgasm.
The phone rang and she answered it. Donald sounded tired as he told her what he and Jim had been doing, about their arguments with the local planning authorities, but also about their successes and local contracts placed.
Mandy listened politely to his narration and then began telling him her news. This was, as usual, mostly about the behavior of her nephews. However, she also told him about her appointment in respect of the Flower-Arranging Committee. Donald murmured polite sympathy re the boys and congratulations on her social success. Then they did, what they always did, and started talking about their next planned holiday.
This was the part Mandy enjoyed the most. Donald would wax lyrically about the romantic time they would spend together, about the secluded spots they would find and about how they would make love under an azure sky.
As he was describing the beautiful scene, Mandy closed her eyes and slid her right hand under her blouse and started gently caressing and squeezing her nipples.
"Oh Donald, it sounds wonderful," she gushed into the microphone.
When Donald became poetical, her left hand slid down and slipped under the elastic of her panties. As Donald's description became even more amorous, she began rubbing herself between her legs and breathing heavily.
"Oh yes Donald," she whispered, "tell me more."
Unknown to Mandy, standing outside her partially opened door, Bill was cautiously filming his Auntie.
The boys had had a very disappointing evening. They had been promised their first blowjobs by Amy, a girl in their class. Amy was not a pretty girl, but the important point was that she was willing. Two weeks before, Amy had demanded that Bill and Ben carry her school bag for two weeks and in return promised to give them each a blowjob in the club this evening, but she hadn't turned up.
In fact, unknown to the boys, Amy would have happily given them each a blowjob, after all she'd done the same favor for nearly every other boy in the class, but she'd hurt her ankle and was laid up on her parents' couch.
For the boys it was especially frustrating as they had been sexually abstinent for the last week, refraining from their usual habit of jacking off at least seven times a day, saving themselves for Amy's mouth.
They'd left the club early in a temper and headed home to watch some good porn of women with big jugs and big asses. They were both desperate to give themselves hand relief.
As Bill and Ben let themselves in through the door, they heard their Auntie Mandy saying, "Oh Donald, that'll be lovely."
Sniggering, the boys quietly crept upstairs, expecting to glimpse their Auntie in her usual evening tracksuit sitting on her bed talking to her husband. However, when they got to her door, they both stopped and stared. The door was ajar and through it, in the reflection in the mirror opposite the bed, Bill and Ben had a full view of Auntie Mandy. Her eyes were shut as she talked and her hands were enjoying themselves under her blouse and in her panties.
Putting a finger to his lips to tell his brother to keep quiet, Bill took out his phone and carefully filmed his Auntie misbehaving. When he felt they'd got sufficient evidence they crept back down stairs.
Whispering, Bill said to Ben, "We've got her now. Let's show her the film, threaten to send it to her committee members, then spank her as she spanked us all those years ago."
"Yes," said Ben eagerly, "we can even rub the baby oil on her skin to cover the welts."
The boys banged the front door shut, as if they'd just come in, and started walking upstairs. Hearing them, Mandy told her husband that someone had come in and she had to rush him off. She quickly took off her headset, got up and pulled the door closed. She then tried to get to sleep feeling frustrated that, yet again, the boys had spoiled her enjoyment.
Five minutes later Mandy awoke to her bedroom door being opened. She stared puzzled as Bill and Ben walked in, each just wearing boxer briefs. Bill had a phone in his hand and Ben was holding a bottle of baby oil.
Mandy glared, "What the hell are you doing?" she snapped, pulling her blouse a little tighter round her ample breasts.
Neither boy said anything. Bill walked towards the bed and pushed his phone in front so the screen was right before Mandy's eyes. As Mandy saw the moving image of herself she gasped.
With there being no sound, the scene appeared even worse than it was. It looked like Mandy was on some sort of phone sex line, describing to a client how she was masturbating. She was clearly enjoying herself as her fingers could be seen moving inside her panties.
Mandy went white, then screamed, "You dirty little perverts! This is the final straw. This time it's the police."
Even as she said it, Mandy realized that it was an empty threat. The possibility of anybody else seeing that film was unthinkable.
Bill smiled smugly. "We could send this film to all the contacts on your email," Mandy's eyes widened in horror, "or we could just spank you, as you spanked us all those years ago."
