Aunt Tina Recovering Slut Vol 03

This is a work of fiction. Names, characters, businesses, events, and incidents are the products of the author's imagination. Any resemblance to actual persons, living or dead, or actual events is purely coincidental. All characters are over the age of 18.

Hello again. This is chapter three and the conclusion to Tina and Gabe's story. It has not ended where I thought it would, because it didn't even start the way I'd originally planned. But I've deeply enjoyed the journey. If you haven't read parts one and two, you'll need to, for you to get much out of this.

Aunt Tina, Recovering Slut Vol. 3

Chapter One

I awoke around five-thirty the next morning, just before my alarm. I lay there in bed for a few minutes, watching my lovely Tina sleep. The night before we'd had just enough energy to shower before climbing into bed and I'd fallen asleep quickly.

I knew deep down that we had dodged a major bullet the night before. I wasn't convinced, but Tina was confident that Andre wouldn't betray us if he had a chance of losing anything in the deal. I hadn't been bluffing with Andre. The Coast Guard's patrol schedules

are

classified, and the Department of Homeland Security would crawl up his ass with a microscope to find out how he knew them.

I heard my text notification go off on my phone. I sighed and reached for it. Tina yawned. "Is it the ship?" she said sleepily. Being in the Coast Guard is a very on-call sort of gig, like any service. It doesn't happen often, but our in-ports could get cut short for any number of reasons.

I thumbed my screen open and saw a message from my father. I clicked on it and instantly wished I hadn't.

Dad - Stand by for heavy rolls, boy. YOUR MOTHER KNOWS.

I closed my eyes. Stand by for heavy rolls was one of my grandfather's nautical euphemisms for "get ready, troubles coming", and it sure as hell was appropriate here.

I looked down at Tina. "Hun, I guess you were wrong about Andre." She rolled over and rubbed her eyes. "Huh?" she said sleepily.

Our eyes met. "Mom knows about us. I guess Andre contacted her." Tina's face fell and then my father's next two messages proved me wrong.

Dad - Since your mother is a Coast Guard mom now, she's been following any Coast Guard news, especially your unit.

His next message was an image file. It was a news article. It read, PORT CANAVERAL CUTTER MAKES LARGE DRUG BUST. It showed a photo of my ship, taken from the pier. The photo showed the stack of cocaine bales on the flight deck. In the foreground, looking gorgeous, was Tina.

I handed Tina the phone. Her face screwed up and she began to cry. "Oh Gabe, I'm so sorry. It never occurred to me that I might be photographed." I took the phone and set it aside. I pulled her towards me and held her tight. "It is

not

your fault." I kissed her lips. "What I told Andre was true. I was going to come clean to Mom, and sooner rather than later." She hugged me tightly. "This just moves up my timetable some," I whispered.

She looked forlorn. "What are you going to do?"

I shrugged. "Probably like I did with Andre, but I might have to call some more friends." Tina couldn't help but laugh. I was thinking that taking a page from Andre's playbook might be the way to go. Control the location for the confrontation. I kissed her and got up to get ready for work. I shot Dad a text, so he knew I'd seen his messages, asking how Mom had reacted.

Dad - She hasn't said a word since she saw the article last night

.

That wasn't good. I told him that I was going to let her cool down for a couple of days, and then drive up to see them the next weekend. Jacksonville is only about two and a half hours away.

***

It seemed though, that my mother couldn't cool down, nor wait. I was driving home from the base at the end of the workday when Dad texted me again.

Dad - Your mom isn't answering her phone. I called her office. She left at lunch. She's not at home. I would lay odds that she's waiting in your driveway right now.

I ran my hand down over my face. I changed directions and headed for the courthouse. Tina came out at five-thirty to find me parked next to her sedan. I told her what was likely waiting for us at home.

"What do we do?" she said.

I shrugged. "Fancy another night at the Palms?"

She looked at me incredulously. "Are you serious?" she asked wryly.

I thought about it for a moment. My mother isn't known for her patience. I didn't think it would come to that. "Let's go to dinner."

***

We were on our way into the restaurant when my phone rang. I sent Tina in and answered the call. "Hi, Mom."

Luckily, I pulled the phone away from my ear. "

Don't

you 'Hi Mom' me! Where the hell are you!?" she shouted.

I waited for a few seconds to tick by. "We're away on vacation." I honestly wish I could have seen her face.

"Vacation?" she replied. "With

her

?"

"I just got home from a patrol, and we thought it would be nice to get away for a few days," I said calmly.

"But I'm at her house, right now!" she yelled.

I didn't want to let on that dad had warned us. "You should have called." I could tell that my calm replies were getting under her skin because she got quiet.

"Gabriel, we need to talk," she said roughly.

"I'm sorry, Mom, but we're not in town." I hated lying to my mother, but she forced my hand with her first-down blitz tactics. "Listen, meet me where we used to picnic at the fort in St. Augustine, this Saturday at eleven. I'll pack us a nice lunch." This was not going the way she envisioned it and for someone like my mother, that must have been hard to deal with.

"Gabriel Martin!" she shouted. I hated it when she used my middle name like I was a child. I hung up. She called back immediately, and I just let it go to voicemail. In my mind's eye, I imagined my mother's head exploding from pure rage in Tina's driveway. I sent a text.

The fort, Saturday at 11.

There was no reply.

There was no way I was going to let my mother show up in attack mode at our doorstep. I was sure that had been her plan. This way I had a few days to get my thoughts together. I sighed and went into the restaurant.

***

We got home late that night. Going home after just a couple of hours seemed like it would tempt Murphy's Law too much and we'd find that mom had waited just in case I was fibbing. We stayed in the restaurant bar and watched the Monday night football game. Tina pointed out with a giggle that it wasn't as much fun as watching the game at home. Mom was not in sight when we arrived home.

I contacted Dad and he let me know that Mom had gotten home before the game ended, in the blackest mood he'd ever seen in their twenty-four years together.

***

Much to my surprise, my mother seemed to go along with it. My phone was silent. Dad let me know that Mom had bought the lie and thought we were on vacation in St. Augustine.

"So how about we take a little vacation this weekend?" I texted Tina as I lay in my rack onboard ship, Wednesday night. Overnight duty isn't a lot of fun, but Tina usually helps by sending me wonderfully nasty photos of her playing with her toys.

Her reply came back with a close-up shot of her pal Pinky, lying over her engorged clit. Her pussy was freshly clean-shaven and glistened wetly. I shivered with arousal.

Tina - No thanks, you go on Saturday and come back. I'd rather fuck you at home. Changing subject. I want to say something about our sex life, and I don't want you to read anything into it or misconstrue my feelings.

Curious, I told her that I was open to talking and offered to call her.

Tina - No, I'm going to text it here and I want you to take it as you read it, black and white, no trying to infer anything else. I know how sensitive men can be when discussing sex.

I told her that I was a big boy and could handle anything she threw at me.

Tina - LOL. Yes, you are. Here goes. I love how you take me and use me. It's forceful and yet still loving. I love every minute. Okay so far?

I assured her my manhood was not withering quite yet.

Tina - Good. But sometimes I want you to be dominant without being loving. Treat me like a whore. Your whore. It takes me to a whole new level.

I took a deep breath and closed my eyes.

***

I arrived home at three-thirty on Thursday. I'd stopped at the grocery store to pick up some supplies for a special dinner. I also brought home something I'd been given by a fellow crew member. About twenty feet of half-inch cotton rope. It was the last of the line on a spool and was too short for most of our shipboard needs.

I'd thought a lot about what she told me via our texts. Just being as dominant as I have been, has been difficult for me. It's not in my nature to "use" someone. Instead of, "Hey babe, are you in the mood for a little pickle tickle?" it's just "Bend over that table and spread your legs, slut." I couldn't do it if it wasn't so obvious how much Tina loved it. I put a lot of thought into it that day. Which might be why she'd told me the way she did. I sent Tina a text before I stepped into the shower. It was short and to the point.

When you step in the door this evening, you are to strip and present yourself to me wearing only your black heels and your collar. And you will refer to me as Alpha. No sir, mister, or lord, just Alpha. Understood?

She didn't reply for a while. I assumed she was busy in the courtroom. Her reply was brief.

Tina - Yes, Alpha.

***

Chapter Two

I was beside myself with anticipation. The fact that I had to sit through another hour of hearings after I replied to him, drove me crazy. I would have to spend some time the next day making sure my reports were error-free before I could submit them.

It had been seven months since my nephew had shown up on my doorstep and around four months since I'd first seduced him. Just a week ago, we admitted our love for one another. I don't know what I was expecting when I first pushed him down on his bed in my spare room. Maybe just fuck buddies while he was staying with me, I guess. I never imagined this. I never imagined the kind of man he was. I never imagined being loved, appreciated and treated the way he does.

My first husband Sam was good, and he loved me, but there was no room for children in his life plan, so that was sorted early. I can't say that I was against the idea. I also liked the security of knowing that I could enjoy sex to the fullest without the looming concern of pregnancy. But, I never would have done it on my own.

Sam also liked to share me with other men, and we entered a hotwife arrangement before there was a word for it. He loved dressing me up and sending me out with his friends. He also loved the swinging lifestyle. I'd occasionally come home from a date to find people from our swinging group with him.

Sam underestimated how much I loved it though; how much I wanted it. I guess he assumed that I understood where the boundaries were. I didn't, he'd never set any. In my mind, if he would let his friends take me out on dates and use me, and let our swinging group fuck me, then I could fuck whomever I wanted to, as well. Just like he did.

I fucked everyone he wanted and everyone I wanted for two years. Then one day, it wasn't okay anymore. I'm not sure what the tipping point was, we never spoke about it. His attorney showed up at the door one afternoon and told me I was divorced. I was offered a lump sum and the house that I currently own if I were to just sign it and be done. I was crushed, but I signed.

I worked as a stripper for a while and then got myself through court reporting school before the money ran out. Having no house payments made things a lot easier. When I was married to Andre, I rented the house out. But I never let him get his hooks in it. He sure tried though. He'd give me excuse after excuse, talking about asset consolidation, but I kept saying no.

I think I knew what sort of man he was and knew that someday I would be without him, so I kept my job at the courthouse and kept my home.

And now ... I had Gabe who had just introduced himself as Alpha. I'd called doms sir, and my lord, and even master, but never that. It was so unexpected and exotic sounding. It felt wild and feral. I loved it.

***

I arrived home to find Gabe watching television, he wore only a pair of blue jeans. If there was an equivalent to lingerie for men, in my eyes it's a man just wearing a pair of well-fitted blue jeans. The sun was setting out the back sliding doors. My black heels and collar were waiting for me on the end table near the door. He didn't acknowledge my presence at all. I set my bags down and stripped off my clothes. I slipped on my black four-inch pumps and shook my hair loose from its bun.

I pushed the hidden button that opened the silver padlock and closed my collar around my neck. I walked over and stood before him, just inches from the sofa.

His eyes met mine and I could see that he was trying to keep his face expressionless, but he wasn't entirely successful. The left corner of his mouth lifted in a tiny appreciative smile, seeing me naked and waiting for him. He looked back at the television.

"I've had a long day, and we ran drills yesterday, so I had to work late last night to get the galley clean. I don't feel like cooking," he said. "

You

do it. The recipe is on the counter. Everything you need is in the fridge." Gabe had never asked me to cook before.

"Pay attention to the recipe and don't rush." He looked back at me, and his eyes drifted down my body. I could feel my nipples stiffen under his gaze. "Do not disappoint me." His voice had taken on a deep authoritarian tone that I loved.

I nodded and smiled. "Yes, Alpha. May I go to the kitchen now?"

Another small smile. "Yes." I turned and was about to step away when he stopped me. "Wait, step backward to me." I did so and stood with my hands at my side. I kept my eyes front as he reached forward and caressed my ass lovingly. I heard the sofa creak as he leaned forward and kissed each cheek. I frowned a bit, thinking maybe he had misunderstood me when his right hand came down on my right ass cheek like a whipcrack. A second followed in an instant on my left. I'd told him months ago that I did enjoy being spanked. I loved that he'd waited until now to give it a try.

"If supper displeases me, I'll make sure you can't sit down in the courtroom tomorrow. Get to it," he said quietly as he settled back on the sofa. I felt my ass stinging as I walked leg over leg into the kitchen. It felt wonderful.

***

I looked at the recipe that he'd hand-written for me. It was creamy chicken and mushroom carbonara. He left detailed instructions so a child could follow the recipe. Or someone as culinarily inept as myself. I began assembling my cutting board, pots, and tools when he called me.

"Tina, bring me a Seven-and-Seven," he said.

"Yes, Alpha!" I answered instantly. A warm feeling came over me. I mixed his drink and walked it out. He frowned immediately and held up his hand to stop me. "Drinks are served on a tray. They are above the stove."

I found a small serving tray that I had no idea was even in the house. He'd been adding kitchen implements with some regularity. My kitchen looked

nothing

like it had when he moved in. I set the glass on the tray and walked it out.

I stopped next to his knees. Our eyes met. "Bend over here," he said. I bent at the waist, offering him the drink. He reached up with both hands and took both my nipples between his thumb and the side of his forefinger. Our eyes met again as he began to squeeze. When the pleasure gave way to pain, I whimpered for a moment, and the glass trembled on the tray. He stopped and sat up, pulling me down for a furious kiss. I could feel his teeth on my lower lip. He caressed my face with his left hand and his right began squeezing my nipple again. After a minute or so he released me, took the glass from the tray, and sat back. I was breathing heavily and noticed the bulge in his pants. I was very happy to see it.

I'd been afraid that Gabe would do this for me, but not enjoy it himself. I was very happy that he seemed to be.

After about thirty minutes things started smelling good in the kitchen. Even though Gabe did most of the cooking, I had helped before and had been paying attention and asking questions. I heard him walk up and set his glass in the sink. I felt his breath in my ear as he looked over my shoulder. "Mmm. Very good, slut. If dinner is satisfactory, perhaps we'll do something special."

My heart leapt into my throat when he set a coil of white rope on the counter to my right. I was astounded. I never imagined he'd try something like this. But then again, he'd been surprising me since day one.

"Would you like that, my lovely plaything?" I shuddered when I felt his hard naked cock push against my ass. "Hmm?"

"Yes Alpha, I

would

." I spread my legs a bit so that he could slide his cock between them. I could feel his cockhead pushing against my opening. I could feel it getting slick between us. "Turn off the big burner and turn around," he growled.

I felt him take a step back and I turned. His eyes were blazing. "You know what to do," he said with a wolfish grin.

I knelt and opened my mouth. Our sex is rough quite frequently and I love it, but he never loses control of how forceful he's being unless he's fucking my mouth. Gabe took control of my head and slid his cock into my open mouth. He slid it in until I felt it at the entrance to my throat. I have not had a gag reflex in decades. I get a huge sense of satisfaction when my nose touches my lover's pubic bone.

Gabe held my head, and I licked the underside of his cock happily. He pulled it out and I took a big breath. "You are such a good cocksucker." He slid his cock back in again and held it. "Any man would be proud that his woman is a good cocksucker." He pulled his cock out and then fucked my mouth hard for perhaps six strokes. My eyes began to water. "It's almost a shame that no other man will ever feel their cock in the back of your throat." He began pounding his cock into my mouth and I began sucking hard. I heard him whisper, "Oh Tina, it feels so good."

I reached around him and grabbed his ass. It wasn't long until he gave me my appetizer for the evening. With a deep groan, Gabe pulled my forehead into his body with his cock as far in as it could go. I felt the cum rush out of him as he came down my throat. I sucked for all that I was worth.

I looked up into my lover's eyes and he was trying so hard to remain impassionate, but his face betrayed him. "Very good, slut. Now go fix your makeup and get back to work. Don't forget to set the table." I stood and nodded. "Yes, Alpha." My eyes stole back to the rope on the counter.

Thanks to Gabe's good directions I was able to cook a very decent meal. I'd set a nice table with candles and everything. After we'd finished eating, Gabe looked at me and stood. I'm not sure why, but I froze in place with both hands flat on the table.

He walked up behind me and bent to kiss my neck. "That was very tasty. You did well." I couldn't help but smile. I loved pleasing him like no man I'd ever known. Probably because no man had ever appreciated it like he did.

"Do you know what would have happened if you had disappointed me?" he whispered in my ear.

I shivered. "No Alpha."

He kissed my shoulder and then I felt his teeth on my skin. He bit down gently. "Nothing. Bad girls don't get played with. I'd have sent you to bed unused. Would you like your 'good girl surprise' now?"