The Stern 'aunt' - Ep. 03 - Mona

The Stern "Aunt" 03

Episode 3 - Mona

Since English is not my native language, I ask for a little understanding if not every expression or punctuation mark is correct.

Again, a big thank you to kenjisato for his fine and very helpful editing.

This is the third part of a new series. Preferable to read part 1 + 2 first for better understanding.

Comments are welcome.

The stern 'Aunt' - Episode 3 - Mona

Persons:

Mona: 39 years old, teacher, 1.74 m, 64 kg, black hair, brown eyes

David: 18 years old, 1.74 m, 70 kg, dark blond hair, green eyes

Sandra: 35 years old, housewife, 1.66 m, 56 kg, blonde hair, blue eyes

Mona feels more than insecure. It's almost four. David is about to come.

David, whom she thought of as such a nice boy, but who now has her in his hand through this horrible photo and probably wants to take advantage of it- this cunning scoundrel.

Then the doorbell rings; she nervously opens the door.

David enters, and not meekly as he had done on the last two days, but very briskly. He has lost all his shyness and seems very decisive. "Well, my pretty auntie, everything's fine? Ready for a nice little game?"

So yes, he wants to take advantage of her predicament. Mona has a lump in her throat. She swallows. "Let's talk again, please..."

He looks at her confidently. "But, of course, we'll talk. And I do so by telling you what you should do and answering well-behaved, 'Yes, as you like, David.' And you'll be nice and obedient, right? There's nothing more to talk about."

"Yes, as you like, David," she says, intimidated, as he has it in hand.

"I see that you are wearing yesterday's dress again, as discussed. A good start. By the way, it looks good on you and it has these many beautiful buttons on the front, which is very practical.

"So here is my first wish. Please open the top three of these practical buttons."

Mona wants to sink into the ground in shame, as she looks at her feet.

"Well, come on, don't be so prudish, I'm sure your breasts are worth seeing. You never wear a bra anyway. And don't forget the saying."

Mona whispers, "Yes, as you like, David," and hesitantly opens the buttons.

The top of the dress now gapes wide apart and almost completely reveals two full breasts that swing slightly back and forth under the fabric. Gravity pulls them down very slightly, but that doesn't mean they are sagging fruits!

Yes, this bosom is impressive, two plump, solid hemispheres, a good C-size, point to David. He is more than impressed.

"Wow, auntie, what magnificent tits you have. You really don't need a bra."

He takes a step forward, pushes the dress all the way to the side, and grabs one breast with his hands. Not roughly, but really tenderly, as he caresses the velvety meat. But then he intensifies the pressure, he now kneads the breasts heartily, but still sensitively. He reaches into the full flesh of her tits, begins to massage her skillfully, teasing her sensitive nipples. His thumbs brush over the nipples, which he then twirls a little between his fingers.

Mona can barely suppress a moan - she is horrified at herself - she had wanted to remain absolutely uninvolved, but already her nipples have become stiff and erect - her damn sensitive breasts.

"I'm glad you like that, Aunt Mona. And all the girls at our school really can't keep up with your great tits. But we'll deal with that in more detail later.

"Now, come into the living room. We move on to the cozy part..."

"Yes, as you like, David," she breathes.

David leads her by the hand into the living room; she follows him without a will.

He sits down on the sofa and pulls Mona over his knees. She reluctantly lets it happen. In this position, she is helpless. Her backside stretches high into the air, higher than the rest of her body.

"Are you lying comfortably, dear auntie?" he asks mockingly. "But wait- I'll make it a little more comfortable for you."

Slowly, as if in slow motion, he pulls her dress up over her thighs and buttocks until it comes to rest high on her back. Her lower half is now covered only by garters, silky stockings and lace panties.

"Fine, you obeyed me and put on a pretty pair of panties, just as I wanted. Because it's always nice to pull the panties over a slut's cheeks and expose her ass."

He lifts her hips a little to get the fabric free. Then he slides a finger under the waistband of the panties and slowly, and relishingly, pulls it down to the back of her knees. In the middle, between the pulled-up skirt and the stockings, the panties are now at 'half-mast.' In between, the naked skin of her buttocks glows.

And it is a magnificent ass that presents itself to him...

Two round, plump half-moons have appeared, which are excitingly divided by a sweet, dark buttock furrow, which also opens extremely attractively at its lower end.

And, what is even more arousing- right below them, between the tight thighs, David can guess an exciting pussy! Even though Mona has pressed her legs together, her full labia can be seen through the small gap below her buttocks. Her feminine treasures are practically bare before his eyes.

Mona feels helpless, and at his mercy. Her person is reduced to the area between the panties at her knees and the turned-up dress, that is to the bare buttocks.

Her defenseless butt now literally invites him to spank, offering an ideal target. As an English teacher, she comes up with the right word - 'spankable' - she is now absolutely 'spankable'.

Crazy, this being at the mercy of others - the thought of having to endure everything he can think of.

But she firmly resolves not to complain and whine about his blows, which are sure to come soon. Or even to ask for mercy. It's bad enough that she's lying here almost naked and he sees her bare bulges. Under no circumstances does she want him to see her 'holy of holies'. She presses her legs tightly together.

And under no circumstances does she want to be sexually aroused. She will stoically accept everything - although, even when he had taken care of her bosom earlier, that...

David is thrilled, he has never seen such a beautiful, round ass. Not a young girl's bottom, as he has sometimes come across, ripe and fleshy, but firm - expansive, but not fat, with silky flawless skin, as if painted.

A magnificent ass - and the turned-up dress and panties at half-mast, as if to point it out. A ravishing sight.

And between her thighs he perceives the hint of her cunny, although she pinches her legs tightly. But he hopes that will change soon anyway. For her naked hams will be spanked for some time and thoroughly. Until they are turkey red. Until the bulging crescents wobble violently with every blow and Mona wriggles and performs a dance on his lap. Until she whimpers and begs. But her pleas and begging will not impress him at all. And her legs will open all by themselves during this dance.

He lightly strokes the ass, which presents itself so beautifully, and runs his fingers between the cheeks, gently up and down through the buttocks.

Mona startles, she presses her thighs together even tighter.

David laughs. "Not so skittish, we haven't really started yet. So, now let's warm up your ass a bit." He starts with some light blows.

Mona still copes well with it. She hasn't fidgeted yet, but David knows that will change soon.

For minutes, his hand slaps harder and harder on the bare skin, which after the initial white and pink now shows a soft red that contrasts very strongly with the light areas of skin that were spared from the blows. The blows hit the right and left buttocks mercilessly, alternately in a steady rhythm, and are answered by Mona with soft moans and whimpers.

She, at first, tries to pinch her buttocks in shame and be brave, but soon her buttocks twitch to the rhythm of the blows and sharp cries of lamentation can be heard. Because when the blows rain down on her naked ass faster and faster and more violently, her resilience is soon broken, despite her good intentions. She tries to pull herself together, but after a short time, her pride is gone and she howls like a dog. The intensity of the blows makes her think of nothing else.

Her ass cheeks glow, again and again he strikes— left, right, left, right— his hands hit her poor ass cheeks.

Mona seems impossible to keep quiet. She is completely desperate. Her lamentations become louder and louder, as she tries to escape more and more violently. Her firm, round buttocks bounce up and down on his knee and turn bright red. Finally, her hands move back to protect her buttocks.

"Hands off!" his stern voice sounds.

Oh, that burning pain! Her buttocks and thighs are a blazing sea of flames. She wails and sobs, tears flow from her eyes - yes, she now begs for mercy despite her intentions.

"No, please not anymore!" she moans, during the beatings. "Pleeeaase!" Her shrill screams no longer catch up with the pain.

But he doesn't even think about letting go of his victim, and continues the chastisement, unimpressed. He doesn't seem to want to stop until every inch of Mona's butt glows a deep crab red. Their entire penalty area is finally covered in a rich red.

It's too nice to see her attractive ass turn red and redder. It is too nice to notice how she becomes more and more desperate and panicked, how he gets closer and closer to his goal.

A provocative game, again and again the triad— a loud clap, a shrill lament, a wild fidgeting. And indeed, as he had foreseen, she is now wriggling wildly with each of his blows.

Mona's abdomen performs a veritable dance on his lap, squirming to avoid the relentless blows. As a result, her panties have slipped further and further down, and now they are lying on the floor. Out of sheer pain, she has long since forgotten her intention to hide her gender and during fidgeting, her legs often haven't stayed as closed as she had originally wanted. Mona's legs are now slightly open and reveal her inner sanctum, which David likes very much. In the attempts to dodge his blows, or at least to soften them, her pussy peeks out more and more often, and more clearly.

But strangely, as much as she howls and whines, kicks her legs, and tries to protect her poor buttocks with her hand - she also stretches it out to him again and again!

David likes that and he takes advantage of it. He pushes one of his legs between hers and forces the thighs apart. Mona's fig is now completely exposed and easily accessible.

And calculatingly, he now gives Mona a few somewhat less powerful, but well-aimed blows exactly on the anus and on the snatch. At the same time, he reaches into the top of her dress with his other hand and kneads her tits strongly.

- That's too much! -

'He wants something completely different,' she thinks; suddenly, she realizes— 'He doesn't just want to spank my ass, he wants to fuck me!'

She now has to defend herself really energetically.

But in the depths of Mona's belly, a hot wave has long since arisen, which moves into the abdomen and causes Mona to be flooded by a wild lust. She feels not only the many hundreds of pinpricks on her buttocks, but also the many butterflies in her stomach. Now, not only her ass burns like fire, but also her snail.

Her pussy gets soaking wet, her labia open, and gape apart. Her body has become a traitor who leaves her no choice, but to indulge in the vicious goings-on.

Her pride and her will are broken, she moans— she is horny. She doesn't manage to hide her secret lust any longer, even if she almost had sunk into the ground with shame. She now submits sexually. She can't help but stretch her ass out at him with her thighs open in pleasure, as a sign to him that she wants more.

That's exactly how David had wanted it!

After giving her a few hearty blows, and one last playful pat on the plum, he puts his hand on her pussy to be absolutely sure, and he feels the wetness of her labia, feels the excitement.

Hmmmh, it's a delight to feel those warm, full, moist lips.

The blood-engorged labia and the moisture testify to her lust. Her plum feels moist and hot. A sweet smell emanates from it. Yes, she is really juicy, soaked; her clit is aroused. And as his hand explores a little further, his fingers feel how open and receptive her grotto of love is.

"Hello, my auntie, you're a really horny slut. You've got a super-wet hot pussy, I think you're ready to be fucked, you're ripe now."

Thoughts are circling in Mona's head. - Yes, she has to admit to herself, he has brought her to the point where she is horny. Ooohh, yes, horny like never. That she is now compliant and fuckable. Because now, she wants to do it, too. She can't and doesn't want to hold back anymore. She will simply let herself fall without restraint. After all, she is being forced, she can't help it.

"Spread your legs, you bitch, I want to finger your box."

"Yes, as you like, David," she gasps, and opens her thighs further.

He begins to play around her jewelry box. His fingers first circle her sweet love nest and then glide through the crack again and again. Sometimes gently, sometimes with more emphasis; from her mons Venus to her rosette, and back again, often lingering on the clitoris, flattering and rubbing.

Slowly, he now lets a finger penetrate her love hole. First slightly circling, then more demanding, pushing.

Mona squirms, she moans loudly, her love grotto wide open, she pushes her pelvis towards him and heatedly pushes her now easily accessible abdomen against his hand, which then penetrates her with several fingers.

She thinks, 'Oh, my God, what a situation I've gotten into. Above my burning naked ass, below the pressing swelling of his member on my mons and in the middle of it, his fingers in my pussy - and I even like it so good!'

Because her mussel is now not only easy to fuck, but also downright cock-hungry. David widens Mona's heated fig with three fingers and fucks her intensely with it. Mona moans louder, an orgasm is not far away.

But David has other plans. He pulls his wet fingers out of her, he gives her a juicy clapping blow on the deep red backside.

"Get up now, auntie. And pick up the dress, I want to see ass and cunt."

"Yes, as you like, David," she obeys, albeit with a little uncertainty. 'What does he plan to do now?'

The answer is not long in coming. He gets up himself, and leads her to the side of the rather high-backed sofa. He then instructs her to lie down over the back of the sofa.

"Bend over!" he says, with a malicious grin.

Mona now lies with her buttocks jacked up over the armrest and moans softly to herself. Her red-colored ass protrudes totally exposed into the air, the lips of her vertical, second mouth between the spread thighs are provocatively open, as if presented on a platter. The pussy, shiny with moisture, now lies open and shamelessly in front of him and consequently invites further treatment.

And in this position, she stretches out her eager love nest to him as far as she can. Below the turned-up dress, she wears only the garter belt, the lace-trimmed, shiny black stockings and high-heeled shoes.

A picture for the gods! A picture of pure femininity! Long, shapely legs, a buxom ass shining red and a pussy like velvet and silk, so moist, so open; in a word— fuckable!

Mona is horny, aroused, and wants to orgasm as soon as possible. She doesn't care about anything else now.

David is completely thrilled by this sight. But he still wants to enjoy his new power a little. "To me, it looks like you want to be fucked, dear auntie.

"Is that so? Are you ready to receive? Does the strict Aunt Mona now want to be fucked by little David?"

"Yes, as you like, David." Shamelessly, she presents her juicy brooch in all its glory and lust and offers it to him invitingly for fucking.

"No, no, I want to hear from you now that YOU want it. Say it!!" David does not want to give up this triumph, he wants to hear that he has won.

And Mona, who has long since surrendered, giving free rein to her horniness, now only wants a cock in her cunt, any cock. She gasps, "Yes, yes, I want to be fucked by you. Come on, take me, fuck me! Give it to me!"

At the same time, she stands a little more wide-legged and looks back expectantly. As if in a trance, she stretches her buttocks towards him; above the pain, an irrepressible lust had slowly risen in her. Now, she is nothing more than a lustful mare who wants to be mounted by a virile young stallion.

Satisfied, she feels his hand as it rests on her buttocks, feels how the boy continues to stroke her with strong movements before he finally grabs her neck and pushes her forward. David can no longer control himself and unbuttons his pants. His hard boner pops out like a jackknife.

He is a little taller than her, he bends Mona's crotch precisely towards him, embraces her full hips with both hands. He doesn't feel like showing much consideration for her, but Mona has become so open and damp from the scenery, so useable, that David has little trouble penetrating her damp warmth. He slides into her as if he had never done anything else, a pleasurable moan escapes from his chest. He sighs with delight as her silky, well-soaked pleasure cave encloses his member.

She flinches a little at this first onslaught, almost as if she wants to escape him after all.

But the boy now has a firm grip on her and thrusts even deeper.

"Excuse me, Aunt Mona, you horny bitch," he says sarcastically. "You really have a hot snatch, it's a lot of fun to fuck you like this. You are a slutty woman, Aunt Mona."

She blushes and moans under his insistence. David holds her captive, holds her tightly, and thus forces her to tune completely to the rhythmic movements of the young stallion, who works on her leaking grotto with his thorn. She is fucked vigorously and acknowledges it with screaming. She can no longer escape him, she is firmly impaled on his rod and he pulls her cunt through with ever more violent thrusts. But Mona doesn't want to escape, she just wants to be fucked well.

She is a sinner who, at this moment, is enjoying the sin with this rascal more than anything else. Her twitching cleft nestles around the young stallion's member. Mona feels his passion and the slight, hot pain that her butt still feels, but which has slowly but surely been covered by her lust; she knows David will come soon and the thought of it makes her even hotter and more eager.

Her own nectar has long since dripped out of her, past his penis, seeping down her thighs. She feels her body charging like a battery and she knows that the discharge must come soon.

"Ah, what a stallion you are! Yes, give it to me. Fuck your horny mare. Yes, David, fuck me, give it to me! Give it to your aunt Fuck your slutty aunt!"

A strong, wild feeling rises in her.

"Ah, aaahh, I'm cumming. Aooooh, I'M CUMMMMIIINNNGGG!"

Mona cums, screaming. At the same time, she feels David's rod twitching violently, as he ejaculates into her abdomen, squirting his load into her. Slowly, she sinks onto the sofa and rubs her battered buttocks with a feeling of pleasure, pain and exhaustion.

He bends over her back, stays inside her for a moment, covering her neck and shoulders with small tender kisses.

And suddenly, everything is completely different.

"I love you, Aunt Mona," he whispers, "for a long time. Please forgive me. I didn't know how to help myself in order to be with you."

She is agitated, moved. Her resentment has already pretty much evaporated. How cute the little one is. And how well he had fucked her.

She sighs. "And what about the photos?"

"Oh, dear Aunt Mona, they were actually only supposed to be souvenir photos and, in the meantime, I have realized how explosive they are. They are already deleted; I would never be able to harm you.