This is my first attempt at writing a story. So please forgive me, if I make any typos or grammar mistakes. If you are not into MILFs or potential incest, please do not read this. Everything written here is pure fiction. I would appreciate comments whether good or bad and also suggestions on how the story should develop. Thanks
I’m an 18 year old teenager with raging hormones and am currently attached to my JC classmate sweetheart Fiona. We have been dating for about a year already and have just started experimenting with sex. Fiona is a sweet Chinese girl from a very well to do upper middle class family. She has an older sister who is currently studying in NUS on a local scholarship and is normally staying in the hall. I tend to hang out a lot at her house as Fiona has her own room in her two storey semidetached, while I have to share a room with my older brother.
Fiona’s father, Nicholas, is a short balding man of 60+ years old. He made his money in stock broking way before he decided to settle down and have kids. His wife, Irene, a housewife (Tai Tai) is a lot younger than him. Irene is around 40 years old. Tall at around 1.65m but slim and petite at around 47kg. She has long brownish highlighted wavy hair, brownish large eyes and the most beautiful smile. Her breasts are full and perky. Probably a c-cup. Her body is toned from the daily aerobics she does at home. She is a perfectly shaped MILF. Thank goodness Fiona takes after her mother and not her dad!!
Aunty Irene’s dressing is however conservative and will normally be in jeans or a sundress when going out or in T-shirt and shorts while in the house. She however keeps a collection of sexy and enticing lingerie. I have seen and smelt them in the laundry basket and have seen them hanging out to dry in the lawn. G-strings, lacy half cup bras are the norm. Uncle Nic probably has a fetish for such lingerie!!
Both parents are very accepting in having me around the house and are very nice to me. In fact, Aunty Irene tells me that she would rather both of us hang out in the house instead of getting into trouble outside. Little did she realize that trouble was just about to start brewing.
Damn!! How do you want the story to progress?
One Sunday morning. I was over at Fiona’s house. We were working on some project together and the deadline was soon. I loved to go over to Fiona’s house in the mornings. That’s because Aunty Irene tends to do her daily, 1 hour long aerobics routine in the mornings and would take a shower after. Shower = dirty panties in the laundry basket after!! When I arrived, Aunty Irene was busy on the treadmill, jogging.
“Hi, Aunty Irene!”
“O, hi Adam!” Aunty Irene replied while panting
“Need to get some project done ASAP. It’s like going to take the entire day till night. Where’s Fiona?’
I watched as Aunty Irene jogged. She was perspiring. Her grey cotton gym tight shorts and tight crop top was stained in sweat, especially around the crotch area and bust line. Her cropped top was exposing her tight midriff. She had a tramp stamp tattoo of some tribal print on her back above her butt. Damn she looked hot! Her large c cups were bouncing as she jogged on the treadmill. I started to imagine what kind of underwear she was wearing underneath! My naughty mind distracted when she replied.
“She’s in her room.” Aunty Irene smiled at me, unaware about my filthy thoughts
“Where’s Uncle Nic? Need to greet him.”
“He’s out at the golf course. With his friends.” Came the reply
“Do you need me to ask Maria (the maid) to prepare something for you guys to eat?”
“I brought some chips. No need. Thanks! Will see you later.” I replied, before climbing the stairs to the second floor to meet up with Fiona.
The morning was largely uneventful, sexually, as we were both stressed in churning out the project. An hour later, I could hear the shower in Fiona’s parents’ bedroom go on and 30mins later, could hear Aunty Irene, walking down the stairs.
“Hey darling, I need to go to the bathroom. Need to wee wee.” Fiona whispered at me.
“Me too! But I think I need to do a number 2 (means that I needed to take a shit).” I lied
“O! Well there are two options then. You can follow me and watch me pee like a perv or you can use my parent’s bathroom!!” Fiona replied winking at me.
“Ha ha. I would like to see you pee and maybe take a few pictures!” I replied
“You perv!! No way!! I was just joking. You be a good boy and use Dad’s toilet.” Fiona replied while laughing.
My plan worked. In fact I’ve used this plan a few times already. And it worked pretty well so far.
Please ignore sadfa’s posts. He mixed up my story and added his own storyline. Sorry for making it so confusing.
I walked into Uncle Nic’s bedroom. It was a large bedroom with a king sized four poster bed. The bedspread was a little messy today and there was a laptop on it. On the wall hang photos of the family and some wedding photos. I looked at the wedding photos. Wow. Aunty Irene was stunning in her expensive wedding gown. She must have been barely 20 years old in the picture. She has aged some over the last 20 years, still beautiful but more mature looking. Uncle Nic looked a little younger in the pic as well. But he looked older while standing next to young innocent Aunty in the wedding picture. The age difference in stark contrast.
I closed the toilet door and locked it as I walked in. The shower area was wet and a damped towel was hanging on the drying rack as evidenced that Aunty Irene had just showered. I walked towards the laundry basket to claim my reward when I noticed something else in the sink.
Sitting innocently in the sink was an about 6 inch long black rubber dildo. Not as big as my cock but nevertheless not small. It looked like it had been just washed. I picked it up instinctively and smelt it. Smelled of soap! Lol. Damn! Was this in Aunty Irene’s pussy just like 30 mins ago??? I wondered to myself. Or in her ass?? Lol. Naughty naughty Aunty! While imaging all kinds of lewd imagery, my cock started to get aroused. Really felt like ejaculating. Fuck I needed it bad.
I went for the laundry basket and searched for my prize. I didn’t have to search far as her baby blue gstring and matching laced Calvin Klein bra was sitting right on top. I reached for the gstring and inspected the crotch area. It was stained with her pussy fluids. I sniffed the sexy fabric and licked the crotch area. While imaging her fucking herself with her black dildo, I wrapped the sexy lace around my cock and jerked off. Because I was so aroused, it didn’t take me long, before I spilled my cum into the crotch area of her panties. “O fuck! Aunty Irene. It feels so good!!” Once the deed was done, I washed the panties a little and stuffed it back into the laundry basket. Afterwards I used her recently used towel to wipe my cock dry, while imagining my cock rubbing all over her body.
As I was leaving the room. A thought crossed my mind as I once again noticed the laptop on the bed. What the hell was aunty surfing on the internet while she was masturbating??? I went to the bed and flipped open her laptop. The laptop started whirring as the screen switched on.
She was watching some DVD and it was on paused. The name of the video was a date, 22-12-2013. The paused image showed a tall naked African guy fucking some petite Chinese slut in a doggie position inside what looked like a hotel room! The girl’s head was buried in the bedsheets as he raped her pussy! Hahahhaa. Didn’t know that Aunty was into such fetish. That explained the black dildo, I guess. I un-paused the video to watch the clip further. Before I un-paused it, I muted the sound to keep it silent. The black guy continued humping the Chinese girl as the video cam panned in and rotated in to get a close-up look at the action. A large black dick fucking a tiny Chinese pussy makes me damn horny. The video blacked out and restarted in a different view. Seems like now the guy taking her from behind was holding the cam. The black guy was shooting the back of the bitch’s head, now sucking off another black guy. Hahahha! 2-1 action! What a bitch! She sure likes being spit roasted! I could see her black wavy hair waving from behind as her head bobbed up and down on the other guy’s cock. Suddenly the cam panned downwards towards her butt videoing the video-er pulling his large fat black cock out of her pussy and started cumming all over her butt and back tattoo. FUCK! I KNOW that tattoo!
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My heart was beating fast as I replayed the video from the start. The video replays. There standing in front of the camera dressed in a conservative sundress smiling at the camera as she frenched her black partner stood a younger Aunty Irene. Fuck!!
I heard some movement coming from Fiona’s room.
“Hey! Why are you taking so long?? Constipation??” Fiona’s giggle could be heard.
“Yeah! I’m done, coming out soon.” I replied.
I did something I probably won’t have done if I wasn’t so flustered. I quickly ejected the DVD and returned back to Fiona’s room. I noticed that the DVD was labelled Collection2013. Damn!! What other videos was ON the DVD??
“Damn big shit! Had to push really hard.”
“Hahaha! Let’s get the project done!” Fiona replied.
I secretly slipped the DVD into my bag without Fiona realizing. She was too focused on the project.
An hour later, I heard Aunty Irene climbing the wooden stairs and going into her room. I could hear the door closing.
My heart started to beat really fast. Will she suspect anything? Does she know I took it? Does she know that I’ve only seen a short part of one clip and not know what other lewd videos are on that dvd? What else is on that scandalous DVD? Is she hiding more than just her like for black dicks? How will she react? Fuck! Will this affect my relationship with Fiona? What about my relationship with Aunty Irene? Does Uncle Nick know about the videos? Is Aunty Irene still into such lewd conduct? How should I reply if she confronts me?
Time seemed to crawl as I waited.
“beep beep” A message came into my phone.
I looked at Fiona. She was busy.
I whipped out my phone and looked at the screen.
11:45 Where is it??? I know you have it. - Fiona’s Mum
Fuck. How does she know it was me? Damn. Did she notice the cum stains on her panties? I shouldn’t have left evidence behind. Slipped up. How should I reply?
I thought for a couple seconds then replied.
11:55 If you want it back and want me to keep quiet. Put on the gstring in the laundry basket. Take a photo of you wearing it. And msg it back. That’s as a sign of sincerity. Offer me a ride home later. And we will discuss terms in the car. - Adam
11:56 Are you fucking joking!! – Fiona’s Mum
11:56 I’m fucking serious. Don’t worry; you don’t have to include your face in the picture. And you will not be showing any indecent bits. I’m sure you have done sluttier things than this before. – Adam
A long period of radio silence. I imagined her budging into Fiona’s room at any moment demanding the DVD. How will she react?
Damn!! How do you want Irene to react??
12:11 Fuck you Adam. – Fiona’s Mum
12:12 [picture]
The picture showed a Chinese crotch wearing a sheer lacy baby blue G-string. The crotch was very obviously waxed/shaved bare with no signs of stray hairs. Her legs were slightly opened. (fuck! Why on year would she part her legs. She could have kept them closed) It was obvious that the front part of the gstring was wet and stained with my almost fresh cum leaking out from the lace.
My cock almost erected again at the sight of the picture flashing on my phone. Shit! That’s hot!
12:15 I want you to wear the cum stained gstring the entire day and when you fetch me home. Your attire for the drive back will be a short dress with a low cut top without a bra. Do this for me and I’ll consider returning you the DVD. And keep quiet about it. – Adam
12:15 O yah! Can you order some pizza for lunch? I’m hungry. And KFC for dinner.
12:16 Fuck you adam! – Fiona’s Mum
The three of us had Pizza together. Aunty Irene tried to avoid eye contact with me and was unusually quiet. Fiona was her usual chatty self and didn’t seem to sense the strangeness and awkwardness in the air. I noticed that Aunty Irene was wearing a dark blue t-shirt and a pair of white shorts. I could make out that she was probably wearing a bra. But I couldn’t tell whether she was wearing THAT blue Gstring. Will she change into a dress as I ordered later? Or will she defy my orders?
She saw me looking and turned her head away. Finished the peperoni pizza and left the table.
Fiona whispered to me
“I think mummy has been in a bad mood the last couple of months. Not sure what’s got into her. Maybe its Dad again.”
“What do you mean that its Uncle Nic’s fault?”
“I wasn’t to tell anyone about this, but we are like soul mates, so I’ll tell you! Even I’m not too sure about the details. But it’s a very dark secret. You cannot tell anyone.” Fiona grabbed my arm and pulled me up the stairs.
Damn!! What secrets could Uncle Nic possibly hide? Does he know about what Aunty Irene did?
In the safe confines of Fiona’s room. We sat next to each other on Fiona’s bed. Fiona told me the story.
“Have you realized that Dad is always not around? Mummy will always say that he is out playing golf or on a business trip. But that is not really always true.”
“About 2 years ago, in 2013, when I was 16, at night, I saw mummy sitting in her bedroom crying. I can always remember her sitting in a skimpy nightgown (she used to dress a lot more sexily then now), at the edge of the bed, crying. I comforted her and hugged her tight. She pressed her breasts to me and hugged me tight. I asked her what happened and she told me this story.”
“You should not tell anyone else about this.”
“Fiona, I’ll tell you something that nobody else knows. Not even Janet, your sister. It’s about Dad.”