To get a better idea of the who the participants are, you are invited to read part 1 of this brief story.
******
Jason had barely had time to relieve the tension in his organ the next morning before his aunt was tapping at this door.
"Yes?" he managed to croak.
"I've made breakfast, Jason, and it's getting cold."
"Yes, aunt Lucy, I'm getting up right now." He quickly got out of bed, inspected the sheets, and gathered up the latest soggy tissues, and put them in his plastic bag. He put on his robe, hid the bag under it and went out into the hall and walked to the bathroom. Locking himself inside, he rapidly took out the evidence of his excess, and flushed it away. He washed his hands, made sure the plastic bag held no dried patches of his manhood. He brushed his teeth, and then went quickly to the kitchen.
Lily was sitting gingerly at the very edge of her chair slowly nibbling on some toast. Jason glanced surreptitiously at her, then bid them both a good morning.
"There's eggs and toast, and I've made pancakes. Don't expect this too often unless you make it yourself. It's Saturday morning and the only day I really have time for this. Sit up, Lily, don't slouch."
She gave her mother a dark look, then returned to her sullen silence.
Jason took in the tension, but decided to pretend everything was normal. He helped himself to some eggs and a slice of toast.
"Hey, this is better than my mom makes the eggs."
"I won't tell her you said that, Jason. And I know your mother is an excellent cook. I have cold cereal, too, if you wish."
"No thanks, this is plenty. I don't usually eat too much in the morning."
They ate in silence for a while, then Lily got up and left.
"Please put your dishes in the sink. There are no servants here."
Lily rattled her plate into the sink, rinsed it and left, completely ignoring her cousin.
After a moment, Jason's aunt got up and took up a position behind her chair.
"You may have heard something last night, Jason, and it's better if I let you know what the situation is. I have a high standard for my daughter if she wants to live here. I have made the rules, and she is expected to obey them. When she doesn't, I have to discipline her. And I am not bashful about using the strap on her bare bottom."
Jason flushed at the vivid image this painted, and was alarmed when his penis seemed to unfurl.
"Last night she broke the rules, and she was spanked." She gave Jason an appraising look.
"Isn't she a bit old for that? I mean, she's 19 isn't she."
"That may be, Jason, but this is my house, my food, my money for clothes, education and everything else, so they're my rules. And, young man, the same rules will apply to you."
"You mean, you'd spank me if I broke the rules?" He was incredulous.
"Oh, yes. The same as I would for Lily. Accept those rules or find another place to stay."
Jason swallowed hard, and prayed his erection wouldn't show.
"Well?"
"I guess I have no choice. I have nowhere else to stay. But I'm not planning to break any rules. I don't have a girl friend, and I don't like to drink or smoke or anything like that, I guess."
"Good. Then things should be fine. So, if you should hear Lily and I, you should ignore it and go about your business."
"Yes, aunt Lucy, I will."
"More toast?"
"No thanks." He stayed at the table, unable to get up with his underwear tented under his robe. As soon as his aunt turned away, he adjusted his prick and got up to leave the table.
"Jason. Dishes. Please put them over here. You can help me wash up."
He turned a bit red, carried his plate over to the sink and stood beside aunt Lucy, willing his cock to stay in place.
"Wash or dry?"
"I'll dry."
They quickly polished off the dishes, during which time Jason penis had sagged back into his underwear. With relief, he retreated to his room.
Once inside, he took out his cock and squeezed it hard. Spanked by aunt Lucy. He was in shock. God. To have his pants down over her lap, or bent over with his bare ass in the air for her to slap, was a breath taking prospect. He had received a few spankings as a youngster, but never really after age 8 or so. At the same time, he was afraid that his aunt might really lay on the leather, and Jason really didn't like pain all that much. He was more into the idea of it rather than the actuality of feeling that strap sting his naked ass.
The weekend was fairly uneventful. Jason wasn't able to explore, since his aunt was around almost all the time. Lily was gone most of Saturday, but came home early and just watched TV and made it an early night. Sunday was about the same. Jason could see that Lily wasn't all that happy living under her mother's thumb.
It wasn't until Wednesday that Jason had a late afternoon class, so he stayed home to do his work. Lily had an early morning class and was gone before Jason emerged from his morning stroke job. His aunt was just leaving, and said she would be late, so he'd have to fend for himself for meals, or wait until 7.
"I'll be fine, aunt Lucy, I have a late class and can get something at school."
He watched her pull out of the driveway and head off down the street. He waited for a while, then headed for the laundry room. The hamper was only half full. He carefully took out the items, searching for the bra and panties. He was in luck. Both his aunt and cousin were pretty clean, changing once or twice a day. He had the weekend and two day's worth to examine. Out of curiosity, he examined the black bras that he thought belonged to his aunt. The cups were quite large. Upon closer inspection, he found that they cup size was a D. Big tits! Digging further, he found a couple of smaller ones-obviously Lily's. They were still a C, so they were pretty big, too. He remembered getting a quick side view of Lily as she dashed past after the strapping. They had been pressed against her chest under the clothes, but he'd seem the side of one. He tried to imagine his aunt's larger size. He'd never seen her in a bathing suit, so there was only the conservative business attire and the casual clothes she had worn in the last few days. No skin had been exposed. God. He wished he could get a look at them. His cock was already stiff as he fondled the garments. He was saving the panties.
There were 9 pair, 7 black ones and 2 dark red. There was nothing really outrageous, but they were all exciting to Jason. He took turns with each imagining what secrets they had hidden from his eyes. He searched for a stray pubic hair, but found none in Lily's, but was rewarded with a few in his aunt's red ones. He took hold of his cock through his pants and squeezed it. It felt a bit sore from the heavy use less than an hour ago, but it was still rampant. He lowered his pants, too out his cock and held the red panties to his nose, while he used a black pair to surround his modest sized member. He let the shear fabric rub lightly over the head of his cock as he inhaled deeply, smelling the odour of his aunt. He had selected a pair that were still slightly moist. It was a mixed smell, not just pee, but a stronger musk. Jason felt dizzy from it and let the black panties dangle from his cock and used two hands to pull the panties like a mask over his face.
He heard the front door open, and he froze in utter panic.
"I'm home, mom. Sonia came over so we could work on a project."
Jason slithered out of the laundry room with his pants held up by hand. The panties were still stuffed inside, and he had managed to throw his aunt's back in the hamper with the bras and other items. He didn't have a chance to put everything back as they were. He prayed Lily wouldn't bother to go in there for any reason.
"Let me see if Jason is home. Jason! You home?"
Jason hid behind the door of his room, but left it open so she could see that no-one was in. He tip toed into his closet and left the door ajar.
Lily stuck her head into the room, but didn't bother to check further.
"He's gone. Funny, I thought I saw his shoes by the door, but he's not here."
"Hey, that's cool. Maybe we can, . . .like, do something? I'm in the mood."
Lily laughed. "When aren't you in the mood."
"Hey, like, it's been Friday since I've seen it, you know. I'm not a nun. You know how much I like to, like kiss your little mister."
"Me, too. But we should get some work done. Then, reward time."
"Let's do it now. Who knows when your cousin gets back. And why the hell is he even here, like, you need a male with a prick in the house?"
"Not my idea. I told her not to, but that's red flag for that bitch of a mother."
