My name is Brian and my Aunt Laurie has been a pain in the ass my whole life. For as long as I can she always had her nose in my damn business. When I was younger she would constantly get me in trouble with my mom. She was worse than the damn police.
In the end I would get revenge and it would be so sweet.
She was a PE teacher at my local high school. When I didn't show up for school she would call mom to see if I was sick. Well, let's just say most of the time I wasn't sick. Mom would be mad as hell. She'd get pissed and ground me for a couple of weeks, then work the hell out of me on the weekends.
I went through the same shit for three years of high school. After I graduated I started looking for the opportunity to even the score. I heard rumors she was a lesbian but could not confirm it.
Then it happened. I was coming home late one night when I saw my English teachers car parked in my aunt's driveway. I thought, 'It's true, she might be a lesbian.'
I turned my truck around and parked a couple of house's down. I snuck up to her living room window and peaked in. They were sitting on her couch making out. I could not believe my eyes. I left to devise my plan and figure out how I should proceed.
Early the next morning I went down to RadioShack and bought some surveillance cameras and all of the wiring I would need to accomplish my task.
I knew I had an in, Aunt Laurie had been complaining for months about having birds in her attic. All I had to do is act like I was going to get rid of the birds.
When I showed up later that morning to get rid of the birds, Aunt Laurie was ecstatic. Very much unlike her, she was cordial.
She told me, "I know you think I've been hard on you growing up. I want you to know I did it because I love you. I just didn't want to see you end up on the wrong path."
Being a devious sonofabitch I told her. "I understand and I love you too. Maybe our relationship will be a lot different now that I'm not in high school anymore."
Telling me there were some beer in the fridge if I got too hot in the attic, I thought how unlike her that was. I told her thanks and climbed into the attic.
After she went inside, I went out to my truck and retrieved my little bag of goodies.
Being very careful to hide the cameras and the wires underneath the insulation I began setting them up. And I placed one camera to record the living room and one to record her bedroom.
As I descended the ladder she startled me.
She was standing there in a new bathing suit. She asked me, "I just bought this yesterday; tell me, what do you think? Is it too risquΓ© for a schoolteacher?" Than
I don't know if I was just startled thinking she might have just caught me or the fact she looked super hot. Her tiger print bikini top did very little to cover her huge tits. While the bottom was not a thong, it was very skimpy and fit the shape of her ass very well.
Immediately I told her. "Hell no, if you got it, flaunt it. You look super hot in it. What's up? I've never seen this side of you before."
"I don't know, your mom and I were in the mall the other day when I saw it. I decided to go for it. Oh by the way, your mom bought one just like it. She was afraid you might think it's too skimpy, that's why I wanted your opinion. If she shows it to you please don't hurt her feelings. She's been so sad since your father left."
Looking at her dressed this way was turning my cock into a throbbing piece of steel. I turned away from her and said. "Don't worry, I won't hurt feelings besides I'm sure she will look as hot in her bikini as you do. I hate to run but I better head to work or I'm going to be late."
Catching me off guard, she grabbed me and gave me a big hug. Thinking quickly, I pushed my ass backwards to keep her from feeling my hard cock. I could see getting home and mom asking me about what had happened.
Pulling out of the driveway my plans had changed. My plan was to videotape my aunt and her lover and expose them. After seeing her and that bikini I believe I will blackmail her. If my plan works, it will have been worth all of the hell she had given me. I just had to be patient.
Time passed slowly for me over the next two weeks. Every time I checked the recordings they had nothing of any consequence on them. I was about to give up until the third Saturday of June.
Once again I was headed home late at night when I noticed my English teachers car was parked at my Aunt Laurie's again. As much as I wanted to sneak up and get another peek I knew better of it. I drove straight home as fast as I could.
When I arrived home I went straight to my room. I turned my stereo on and logged on to my computer.
Opening up my password protected file, I found the evidence I had longed for. My aunt was on all fours with my English teacher (Karen Majors) fucking her hard with a big black dildo. It was much better than any of the porn movies I had downloaded. I only wished I could hear them.
After a few minutes of my aunt being furiously fucked with the dildo she turned around and gave the camera a good shot of her face. I had my evidence. I would exact my revenge.
Watching the two of them fucking was giving me a hard-on. I pulled my shorts down and started jacking off. The action on the screen was mesmerizing. Every time Miss Majors would shove the big black dildo into my aunts pussy I would imagine it was my cock. I was about to cum when my bedroom door suddenly opened.
I was in such a rush I had forgot to lock the damned door. My mom (Cindy) was standing in the doorway, her mouth agape, staring straight at me. I couldn't stop and my cock jettisoned spurt after spurt of cum into the air.
Thinking as quick as I could, I shut the computer off and stammered. "Mom I, I, I, I'm sorry. It's not what you think, I, I, I,"
Mom put her hands over her eyes and said. "No, it's my fault, I should and knocked. I was just going to tell you to turn the stereo down."
Before I could make another move she ran from the room. After pulling my shorts up, I decided to go and try to smooth this awkward situation out.
As I approached her bedroom I could hear her crying. I thought, "Well Dumbass, you have done it now, your mom thinks you're a pervert.'
I knocked on the door and asked for her to let me in. Still crying, she told me. "Don't worry about it, everyone has needs, I really do understand. Just go to bed. We'll talk about it later."
Knowing I would not be sleeping anyway I turned her door knob hoping it was not locked. When I opened the door I could see she was curled up on the bed like a little baby crying her eyes out.