Aunt Robyn's Tale Continues
Robyn Feinberg's life changed dramatically in the months following that first encounter with her nephew Davey.
Davey took almost complete control.
He told her when and what to eat, how to dress, with whom and how to socialize, but most especially, when and how to have sex. Robyn followed his every instruction without hesitation or question. The only area in which Davey did not interfere was in her work. Robyn was already a successful financial planner, and he saw no reason to intrude in an area of her life that was not "broken". For reasons neither of them would have guessed, she became more focused and driven in her work and less timid with her clients and staff.
Davey had stumbled upon a simple yet highly effective method of exacting control over the submissive women who were his conquests; he called it "the hard tease method". By simply not allowing them to have an orgasm during sex, or completely withholding sex all together, they became even more submissive. They went to any measure to please him, hoping that he would reward them with a good, hard fucking.
Davey loved to tease his aunt – he especially loved it when she begged for his cock. With most of their sex sessions, he bound her to the bed, or a chair or other sturdy piece of furniture. He pinched and bit her nipples, deep-throated her with his cock, or very briefly fucked her with his fingers, toes, cock, a sex toy, or other object that was handy. But rarely did he make her cum – which is what Robyn wanted the most.
Davey had even convinced Robyn that if she attempted to ease her frustration by pleasuring herself, he would know, and he would not be happy. This was of course nothing more than another mind game he played on her, but it was one that she fell for.
"Go fuck yourself, Robby."
When Davey said this to her it meant that it was OK for her to use her vibrator, or masturbate in whatever manner he instructed. This also meant that she was expected to do this at that precise moment – Robyn's response bordered on being Pavlovian.
Generally, this order occurred while she was at home, where she would simply strip from the waist down and play with her pussy, or straddle the arm or the leather couch, or even press herself against the washing machine as it entered the rinse cycle, or use whatever method he devised. He even once had her masturbate while talking on the phone to her sister Stacey, Davey's mother.
But Davey also had no problem with calling her at her office, or on her cell phone, or even sending her a text message with his order for her stop whatever she was doing and pleasure herself at that moment. That summer Robyn had gotten herself off several times in her office, in her car while sitting in traffic, and in the restroom while waiting for a dental checkup.
Robyn's assistant, Diane, "caught" her on one occasion. On this day, Robyn had received a text from Davey as she was returning from a client meeting. Unable to make it to her office, where she could have easily locked her door, she hastily rushed into the supply closet, hiding herself behind a stack of copy paper.
Robyn did not hear her assistant come in. At first thinking she had stumbled upon two people having sex in the closet, Diane froze just inside the door and listened. After hearing her boss finally reach her orgasm, she silently let herself out and waited. When only Robyn emerged, Diane smiled to herself.
"Couldn't even wait 'til she got home, huh?" the 30-something black woman mused, shaking her head.
Davey's control over his aunt continued even after he returned to college to begin his fourth year. He had coordinated her wardrobe, having her buy new outfits and toss out those he didn't care for. He left her with a meal plan of the foods he thought she should eat. He even gave her instructions to follow regarding her hygiene and grooming: she shaved her pussy or was waxed once a month.
And of course, the orders for when and how to "fuck herself" continued. She now received them via text or email at least two or three times per week. Robyn was never without her smart-phone or the new mini-vibrator that Davey had given her.
She eagerly and proudly carried out her nephew's instructions.
When the year-end holidays approached, Stacey invited Robyn to spend them with her. Davey would also be there. Stacey and her husband, Neil, were now separated and he'd moved out of their home four months prior. No one was surprised that their marriage had gone sour, least of all Davey, who was shocked that they had stayed together for as long as they had. Davey knew that his mother was the total opposite of her sister – more of an A-type like his dad. Like her son and estranged husband, Stacey preferred to be on top.
Robyn arrived two weeks before the New Year, the day before Davey got there. She was very anxious to see her nephew, which didn't go unnoticed by her sister. Stacey also took note of a few other changes in her older sister – new clothes, slimmer waistline, and a manicure – all things that Robyn never bothered to care about before. Still not quite the natural beauty that Stacey was, Robyn was now a much sexier Plain Jane.
"You're seeing someone, aren't you?" Stacey interrogated. "And the sex must be really great to cause all this to happen!"
Robyn could only blush – if her sister ever found out the truth she feared Stacey might try to kill her. To deflect her sister's questions, she made up a story about a new client she was attracted to – nothing more.
The next morning at the airport, it took everything Robyn had to restrain herself from pouncing on her nephew when they saw him. The prolonged, intimate hug they gave each other made Stacey slightly concerned.
Davey was due to return to school a week into the New Year, and Robyn sought every opportunity she could to be alone with him. One afternoon, she offered to take him to see a movie; instead they drove to a secluded area of the local park, where she sucked his cock in the back seat until he told her to stop. He then ordered her to strip, sit on the hood of the car and masturbate. Despite the near freezing temperature – around 40 degrees – and the possibility of a chance passerby seeing her, Robyn did as he requested. It took her less than five minutes to bring herself to one of the most satisfying orgasms she'd had in months; the first she'd had in his presence since the summer.
On a few occasions, Robyn was able to successfully sneak into her nephew's room at night for intense, multi-orgasmic sex sessions. This proved particularly difficult since his room was directly across the hall from his mother's room – Stacey rarely went to bed early and usually slept with her bedroom door open. The trickiest feats for Robyn were not crying out or moaning too loudly – especially when Davey fucked her in the ass – and getting back to her room when he was done with her. Davey didn't seem to be as concerned as she was with getting caught, so Robyn was especially careful.
On New Year's Eve, her luck ran out.
Stacey had been invited to a small party at a neighbor's house a few blocks away, and asked Davey and Robyn to go along. Davey – as was now the norm – chose the outfit that Robyn wore; tight black slacks and a white silk blouse with a plunging neckline. Most of the men at the party, and a few women, found it difficult not to stare at Robyn's ample breasts that were literally on display. Although not bothered by what her sister was wearing, Stacey was actually a little jealous that people paid more attention to Robyn than to her. This was something that she was not accustomed to.
Robyn clung to Davey's side most of the evening. Those who didn't know that they were related naturally assumed that they were a couple. Her clinginess only increased as the night went on and more drinks were consumed. Robyn, who was not much of a drinker, became less and less discrete with her affections towards her nephew. Davey, who didn't drink at all, nursed a club soda and did nothing to dissuade his aunt's obvious desire for him – her hand-holding, playing with his hair, whispering in his ear, pressing her groin against his thigh.
Not many people noticed, or cared – most were too busy attempting to secure their own potential "hook-ups" for the evening, or trying to make sure spouses didn't catch them flirting with others.
Stacey, now working on her third scotch, did take notice. She was not sure of what to make of what may have been happening between her son and her sister. As the haze of alcohol slowly crept up on her, she divided her time between watching them and flirting with the host when he was able to sneak away from his suspecting wife.
At midnight, there was the customary cry of "Happy New Year", followed by lots of hugs, long passionate kisses, much groping and one or two slaps across faces.
Robyn, now draped around her nephew, pressed him against the wall.
"Please, baby!" she moaned into his ear, "I need you to take me out of here an' fuck me!"
"Sure, Robby." Davey grinned, pulling her away. "Follow me!"
