There were three things about that night that separate it from all others. First was I agreed to go downtown to a dungeon, secondly was I ran into my Aunt there, third was fucking her senseless.
I was 25 and had never been to a BDSM dungeon before. However, my coworker kept bragging about it for an hour during our monthly mandatory Saturday work day.
He kept going on about how satisfying it was to go, even if it was just to watch. He explained that participation was not mandatory but was equally encouraged.
He knew I had just gotten out of a long term relationship and said I needed to get back out there and blow off a little steam.
I turned his invitation down a couple times, finally I caved and finally agreed to see what the fuss was all about. He gave me the details and I registered online for the evening festivities.
I arrived and picked up my membership card. I was bashful and felt totally out of place.
I made my way in keeping my eyes on the floor and glanced up periodically to find my buddy.
I found him nestled on one of the couches with a pretty girl. He ushered me over with a nod and wave. He stood up and patted me on the back and offered me a seat on the couch.
I sat for a bit while my buddy and his chick made out next to me. I peered around the room. Flesh and mesh was everywhere.
There were stations with couples playing and performing. Clusters of people in every area. Watching, wanting, and willing.
I heard a loud laugh from a female and my eyes darted in her direction. Her back was towards me and I couldn't seem to make out her face.
I concentrated on the voice. It couldn't be. No way. It couldn't be her. In a place like this. No way. Not my Aunt Dawn.
Then she turned. I saw her profile. That smile and face.
She was my dad's youngest sister. 15 years my wiser. She was best described as the milf next door. The modest, bookworm, librarian type but was huge into metal. She was always sexy, single, and clearly there to mingle.
Our eyes met, her face lit up, and she waved for me to join her.
I went over to where she was at. As I approached her she clapped her hands and jumped up and down. Her tits bounced out of her bustier. It was hard not to notice. But I shook off my thoughts since she was my Aunt and all.
She was with some random tatted dude. When he saw me, he grabbed onto her arm. She quickly nudged his hand off of her.
She directed her gaze to me and engaged in conversation first. "Well this is rather awkward. Please don't tell anyone you saw me here. Especially your dad."
I replied with "don't worry the first rule about Fight Club is you don't talk about Fight Club."
She laughed an over the top laugh and tipped her head back. There it was, that perfect smile and playful eyes I had obsessed over when I was just a boy.
She grabbed onto my arm, leaned in, whispered. "I'm not into him. He gives me the creeps, I'm trying to ditch him. So just go along with what I say please."
I nodded and my face went serious.
I sat down next to her and she stood up and she sat on my lap. She wrapped one of her arms behind my neck and made herself comfortable.
She introduced me to the tattooed guy as her nephew. The scary looking dude scowled at her, clearly annoyed, and said "lets go, now!"
She told him no with confidence. She added she was going to stay for a while longer. She said she wanted to stay and chat with me and that I would take her home.
She continued to sit on my lap until the guy left. It felt like an eternity. Her tits were right in my face. She smelled so good and dressed so provocatively. She wiggled around on my lap and I couldn't help but get a hardon.
She asked why my cock was so hard. I got bright red and didn't know what to say.
I kept apologizing and she continued to wiggle around. She told me "just stop, it is only a natural response, and there is nothing wrong. " She added seductively "just go with it, all bets are off tonight, We can pretend it's alright."
My body became more relaxed as we talked about the kink on in the room.
We noticed an obvious couple across from us. The woman was on all 4s on a massage table while the male was flogging her ass. His wife gripped the sheets as she writhed in pleasured pain.
My Aunt looked me in the eye and exclaimed "That is exactly what I need. Will you do the honors of spanking me?" She got up, winked at me, pulled her skirt up, and bent over my lap.
I couldn't say no nor did I want to. I looked down at my lap. My Aunt's ass wiggled and awaited my palm to strike it.
She was so fucking sexy. I was always attracted to her but knew it was not appropriate. Truth be told, she was the female form in most of my pubescent fantasies.
I caressed her cheeks for a minute before I smacked her skin. Her ass bucked wildly with every connection. Her profile was euphoric between the winces and exhales. I continued to spank her till my palm was hot and physically hurting.
I gotta admit, I will never forget how great her ass looked In those light blue lace panties. Even better with the welts of my handprints all over it. I enjoyed making her pay for the effect she had over my body.
She got up, pulled down her skirt, fixed her tits back into her bustier and said "come on. It's time to take me home".
On the ride home she kept making jokes about us. I laughed and shrugged it off and thought it was comical. She kept on joking around about us hooking up.
How fucked up it would be since we were related. How she didn't want it to be weird at family gatherings. How strange it was that we were at the same place and same time. How we both enjoy the BDSM lifestyle and she never expected I was the type.
As we got closer to her house she kept on thanking me. Said I was her knight in shining armor. How she didn't know what to do and was headed for trouble.
She circled back to how appreciative she was that I was there for her. How she never asks for favors but she knew she could count on me. How safe she felt with me and I was her protector.
I pulled into her drive and put the car in park. She fumbled in her purse for her keys. She thanked me again and then added "So, I need another favor from you".