Mistress Karen

(A young man is sent to his Aunt's for the summer, where she teaches him to adore women while claiming his innocence.)

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It was the sultry summer of my blossoming eighteenth year, a time when the world seemed to hold its breath in anticipation of my imminent departure from the confines of high school. As the sun caressed my skin with its warm embrace, I yearned for this season to be etched into the depths of my soul, forever entwined with the essence of passion and desire.

Oh, how I longed for this summer to be a symphony of unforgettable moments, a crescendo of pleasure that would leave an indelible mark upon my very being. Little did I know, however, that destiny had a different plan in store for me. Fate, with its mischievous grin, had woven a tale of unforeseen twists and turns, transforming my desires into a tumultuous journey of unexpected encounters.

It was on a balmy weekend eve that I found myself amidst the intoxicating allure of a vibrant soirée, surrounded by friends whose laughter echoed through the night. The air was thick with anticipation, a heady cocktail of youthful exuberance and reckless abandon. As the moon cast its seductive glow upon us, we surrendered ourselves to the intoxicating elixir of liberation, our inhibitions melting away like wax under a passionate flame.

In the depths of the night, as the stars whispered secrets to the moon, we embarked on our journey homeward. Our senses dulled by the sweet nectar of indulgence, we traversed the winding roads with carefree abandon. But alas, the hands of fate intervened, casting a shadow upon our euphoria. Blue and red lights pierced the darkness, their ominous glow a stark reminder of the fragility of our desires.

Arrested, like prisoners of our own desires, we stood in the wake of our recklessness. Yet, amidst the chaos, a silver lining emerged. No one was harmed, and I, a mere passenger in this tumultuous ride, was spared the burden of guilt. Though the night had taken an unexpected turn, it was a testament to the resilience of our spirits, a reminder that even in the face of adversity, love and passion would prevail.

And so, as the summer of my eighteenth year unfolded, I learned that the path to unforgettable memories is often paved with unforeseen obstacles. It was not the carefree joy I had envisioned, but rather a bittersweet dance between pleasure and pain. Yet, in the depths of my heart, I knew that this summer, with all its twists and turns, would forever be etched in soul.

As the police escorted me out of the station, my heart was racing with adrenaline. The only thing they did to me was make me call my mother to come and get me. I could feel the heat of her anger before she even arrived. When she finally pulled up, she was fuming. She didn't say a word all the way home, but I could feel her eyes burning into me.

Once inside, she stormed off to her room and slammed the door shut. I could hear her pacing back and forth, her anger palpable. I knew I had to make it up to her somehow. The next morning, I woke up early and began to clean the house from top to bottom. I even tackled the yard work, sweating under the hot sun.

As the day wore on, I couldn't shake the feeling of guilt that hung over me. I needed to do something to make it up to her. So, I took a long, hot shower and then lay down on my bed. I reached for the stash of porn I had hidden away and began to stroke myself, imagining all the things I wished I could do to her.

As the pleasure built inside me, I couldn't help but think of how much I wanted her. I knew it was wrong, but I couldn't help myself. I needed her, and I was willing to do anything to make her mine.

The predicament arose when, in the aftermath of my passionate release, instead of discreetly concealing my lascivious materials, I succumbed to a deep slumber. It was during this vulnerable state that my mother stumbled upon me, unclothed and peacefully resting upon my bed, in close proximity to a salacious publication. My senses were abruptly awakened by the sound of my cherished magazine being mercilessly torn to shreds. Hastily, I shielded my exposed form and attempted to express remorse, but her gaze was filled with disdain.

"Tommy, this unfortunate sight has confirmed my worst fears - you have lost control. It is evident that you possess no regard for me or any woman, judging by the repugnant nature of that smut. I have made a decision; you shall spend the remainder of the summer with your Aunt and uncle in the countryside. Prepare yourself, for you shall depart tomorrow morning."

I pleaded, I beseeched, I even dared to demand, yet my efforts were in vain. Her mind was resolute, and I was destined to go. My thoughts were consumed by the realization that my entire summer would be forfeit. What sort of amusement could I possibly find in the remote wilderness?

As I sat upon the cold floor of the train station, awaiting the arrival of Aunt Karen, I idly perused a magazine. However, my attention was abruptly diverted when I sensed a presence nearby. My gaze was met with an enticing sight - a tantalizing camel toe, mere inches from my quivering nostrils. I swallowed hard, my heart racing, and lifted my eyes to meet the mischievous smile of my Aunt.

"Are you prepared, my dear? We have matters to attend to within the confines of our abode, so let us hasten our departure."

She adorned herself with naught but a sports bra and a pair of alluring leotards. Her pert nipples protruded like polished marbles, and the delicate bra, dampened by perspiration, exhibited signs of wear along its edges. I found myself in such close proximity to her intimate region that I could discern every intricate detail of her womanhood through the taut fabric of her leotard. Though I had previously regarded her as mature, akin to my own mother, I now realized that she must still be in the prime of her thirties. A few lines graced her countenance, but her physique was nothing short of captivating, and I found it impossible to divert my gaze from her enchanting form.

As we settled into the car, she confessed that she had been engrossed in her exercise routine and had inadvertently neglected my presence, thus hastily descending upon me without changing her attire. Her hand delicately rested upon my thigh, mere inches away from the undeniable evidence of my arousal that I endeavored to conceal.

"Tommy, my dear, this summer shall prove to be quite challenging for you. However, if you adhere to my guidance, you shall experience an abundance of genuine pleasure."

I whispered softly, my voice laced with desire, "Yes, my delectable Aunt Karen." Her command echoed in my ears, urging me to address her as Ms. Karen, for the title of Aunt seemed to age her in her own eyes. As we ventured through the back entrance, a clandestine path to our secret world, my eyes fell upon Uncle Ron, his body gracefully positioned on the kitchen floor, diligently cleansing its surface. He acknowledged our arrival with a warm greeting, yet remained on his knees, claiming he was nearing the completion of his task.

"This, my sweet, will be one of the responsibilities bestowed upon you," she purred, her voice dripping with anticipation. "I expect this floor to radiate with brilliance every morning. Follow me, and I shall unveil the sanctuary that shall be yours."

I ascended the stairs, my senses intoxicated by the enchanting sway of her hips. Her derrière, voluptuous and round, possessed an alluring firmness that captivated my gaze. My eyes fixated on the two delicate dimples just above her leotard, their rhythmic dance captivating my every thought. A surge of desire coursed through me, causing my manhood to grow taut with longing.

As I entered my designated chamber, my attention was immediately drawn to the absence of a door, a symbol of the vulnerability that awaited me. And then, my eyes fell upon the bathroom, its entrance also devoid of a barrier.

"The first lesson, my dear, is that privacy is a luxury you shall not indulge in within these walls," she whispered, her voice a seductive melody. "You mustn't dare to engage in self-pleasure, for rest assured, I shall be vigilant in my observations. Allow me to relieve you of your burdensome suitcase, and adorn yourself with the garments I have prepared for you within these drawers. Change into them, and descend the stairs, for our journey shall commence."

With her words lingering in the air, charged with a potent mix of authority and desire, I succumbed to her will. The promise of a forbidden romance and the allure of her commanding presence beckoned me, igniting a fire within that could not be extinguished.

As I slipped into the tight, form-fitting shorts, I couldn't help but feel a rush of excitement. My manhood was still standing tall, creating a tantalizing bulge in the front. With a deep blush, I made my way downstairs, only to find my Uncle Ron on his knees before the stunning Ms. Karen. My heart raced as I approached, taking in the sight of her perfectly painted toes.

"Ah, there you are," she purred, eyeing me up and down. "Come closer, let me have a look at you."

I obeyed, feeling a shiver run down my spine as she inspected me. "Remember, in this house, you do as I say," she reminded me, her voice dripping with seduction.

"Yes, Ms. Karen," I replied, my breath catching in my throat.

Turning to my uncle, she asked, "Are you finished?"

"Yes, Mistress," he replied, rising to his feet.

Suddenly, she turned to me, her eyes flashing with a wicked gleam. "Stand up, Ron," she commanded. "I want to show our young friend what happens when I catch someone playing with themselves."

My heart pounding, I watched as my uncle obediently pulled down his shorts, revealing his own throbbing manhood. I couldn't believe what I was seeing, but I couldn't look away either. Ms. Karen had me under her spell, and I knew I would do anything she asked of me.

He stood before me, his presence commanding and alluring. With a deliberate motion, he lowered his shorts, revealing his sculpted form. My eyes were drawn to the intriguing device adorning his manhood, a symbol of his submission. It encased his throbbing member, securing it with a padlock around his delicate orbs. As my gaze shifted to Ms. Karen, I noticed a key dangling seductively from a chain around her graceful neck. The anticipation in the air was palpable.

Curiosity consumed me, and I couldn't help but inquire about the duration of his confinement. "How long have you been in your cage, dear Ron?" Ms. Karen's voice dripped with authority, her dominance evident. His response, "Ten days, Mistress," sent a shiver down my spine, igniting a fire within me.

Though I couldn't comprehend the nature of this captivating scene, it stirred a primal desire deep within me. Ms. Karen's hand reached out, boldly grasping my tender orbs, while her other hand skillfully caressed my pulsating arousal. Her touch was electrifying, sending waves of pleasure coursing through my body. "I would hate to restrain this exquisite treasure," she whispered, her voice laced with seduction. "So, my dear Ron, are you still untouched, a virgin?"

The mixture of embarrassment and excitement overwhelmed me as this mature woman explored my most intimate regions and inquired about my sexual experiences. The intensity of the moment threatened to consume me, and I feared I would succumb to ecstasy right then and there, staining my shorts with the evidence of my arousal.

"Yes, my dear, I must admit I am quite inexperienced when it comes to the fairer sex. Please, I beg of you, cease your actions, for I fear I may lose control and succumb to an uncontrollable pleasure."

"Oh, I am well aware of the sensations coursing through your body, but fret not, my love. Under Auntie's watchful eye, accidents shall be avoided."

At that moment, I found myself no longer concerned with any potential embarrassment, consumed instead by an insatiable desire to reach the pinnacle of ecstasy. However, just as I approached the precipice of bliss, a sudden surge of pain shot through me, as Ms. Karen firmly grasped my testicles. A cry escaped my lips, initially born of agony, but soon transformed into a frustrated lament as my manhood wilted and my much-needed release eluded me.

"In my domain, my dear, you shall only experience release when I so desire. Now, place your hands behind your back and gracefully kneel before me."

She gestured towards the floor in front of her chair, and I obediently followed her command. Next, she instructed me to rest my chin upon the chair, nestled between her inviting legs. With a tantalizing motion, she lifted her dress, granting me a tantalizing glimpse of her lustrous panties.

"Ron, I shall bestow upon you the gift of surrendering your innocence, but not before I enlighten you on the art of pleasuring a woman. First, you shall discover the intoxicating allure of my scent. Slide forward, my dear, and press your nose against the fabric of my delicate undergarments."

She smiled down at me, her eyes filled with desire. "Oh, my sweet boy, you didn't hurt me. You pleased me beyond measure. I just needed a moment to catch my breath."

She leaned down and kissed me deeply, her tongue exploring my mouth. I could taste her on my lips and it only made me want her more. She pulled away and sat up, her legs still draped over my shoulders.

"Are you ready for more, my love?" she asked, her voice husky with desire.

I nodded eagerly, my heart racing with anticipation. She reached down and pulled her panties to the side, revealing her glistening pussy. I could see the little bump at the top, swollen with desire.

"Take me, my love," she whispered, and I needed no further invitation. I buried my face between her thighs, my tongue flicking over her clit. She moaned and writhed beneath me, her hands gripping my hair.

I sucked and licked her, my tongue delving deeper and deeper. Her juices flowed freely, coating my face and filling my mouth. I could feel her getting closer and closer to the edge, and I knew I wanted to be the one to push her over.

I rubbed my tongue harder against her, my fingers slipping inside her wetness. She cried out, her body shaking with pleasure. I kept going, not wanting to stop until she was completely spent.

Finally, she pushed me away, her chest heaving with exertion. I looked up at her, my heart pounding with love and desire.

"Thank you, my love," she said, her voice soft and tender. "You always know just how to please me."

I smiled up at her, feeling content and fulfilled. I knew that no matter what happened in the future, I would always have this moment, this memory of her pleasure and my love.

She let out a sultry chuckle and ran her fingers through my hair, sending shivers down my spine. "You did well, my boy," she purred, her voice dripping with desire. "But when you make me cum, my little clitty gets so tender."

My heart raced as she leaned in closer, her breath hot against my ear. "Now, be a good boy and take off my wet panties," she whispered, her voice low and seductive.

As I slid her panties down her legs, my eyes were drawn to the tantalizing glimpse of her pussy. I knew her clit must be hiding inside her lips, and the thought made me ache with desire.

She took her panties from me and instructed me to stand up and pull down my shorts. "You did such a good job, my sweet boy," she cooed, her hand caressing my cheek. "So I'm going to let you cum. Put my panties to your face and enjoy my scent while I take care of you."

I eagerly complied, burying my face in her lacy underthings and inhaling deeply. She took hold of my balls, her touch sending electric shocks through my body, and began to stroke my cock. I rutted like a pig in her panties, desperate to capture every last bit of her intoxicating scent.

She played with me, bringing me to the brink of ecstasy before squeezing my balls to stop me. When she was ready, she gave me permission to cum in her panties. I slipped them over my cock and erupted in a torrent of pleasure, my body shaking with the force of my release.

"Okay, my sweet boy," she murmured, her voice soft and tender. "You can take these to bed with you, but no jacking off. And I expect you to hand wash them for me in the morning."

I nodded, my heart pounding with desire and anticipation. I couldn't wait to see what other pleasures she had in store for me.

I turned around, my eyes meeting Uncle Ron's gaze, and a rush of desire coursed through my veins. In that moment, I had forgotten about everything else. I couldn't help but wonder if the sight of me pleasuring his wife had stirred something within him, but his expression remained inscrutable. As I ascended the stairs, the sound of Ms. Karen's voice reached my ears, informing Uncle Ron that it was his turn. Intrigued, I turned back, my curiosity piqued, only to witness him on his knees, his face nestled between her inviting thighs.

That night, my dreams were consumed by a tantalizing blend of passion and longing. I awoke, my body pulsating with desire, my manhood throbbing with an intensity that demanded release. Yet, I remembered the warning, the promise I had made to myself. I resisted the temptation, denying myself the pleasure that beckoned. Instead, I took hold of Ms. Karen's delicate panties, their scent still lingering, and carried them to my private sanctuary. With a gentle touch, I washed them, savoring their intoxicating aroma one last time, before draping them over the shower rod to dry.

Descending to the breakfast table, my mind was not consumed by thoughts of nourishment, but rather by the insatiable hunger that burned within me. Uncle Ron stood before the stove, his attire consisting solely of a tantalizing cock cage, while Ms. Karen adorned herself in nothing more than a pair of alluring panties and a sport bra.

"Good morning, Tommy," Ms. Karen greeted me, her voice dripping with seduction. "Are you ready to embark on the journey to manhood today?"

"Yes, Mam," I replied, my voice laced with anticipation. "I dreamt of this moment all night long."

A knowing smile graced her lips as she continued, "I am aware of your restraint, my dear boy. You resisted the temptation to indulge yourself last night. And so, after we have savored our morning meal, we shall proceed with our training, delving deeper into the realms of pleasure and passion."

After indulging in a delectable feast, the enchanting Ms. Karen led me up the staircase, guiding me to the sanctuary of her boudoir. With a mischievous glimmer in her eyes, she whispered that her dear Uncle Ron was forbidden from entering this sacred space. To ensure his presence, she left the door ajar, allowing him to eavesdrop on our passionate encounter.

In the privacy of her chamber, she commanded me to undress, unveiling the layers that concealed my desire. With a tantalizing grace, she beckoned me to remove her bra and panties, unveiling her exquisite form. Seated upon the bed, she revealed to me the very essence that had ignited my senses the previous night. Her magnificent and engorged clit beckoned to me, yearning for the touch of my lips. Yet, she compelled me to wait, teasing me with the promise of pleasure.

"Ron, my dear pupil, I am teaching you the art of prioritizing the pleasure of your lady above all else. A woman who grants you the privilege of honoring her body deserves nothing less than utmost respect and unwavering devotion."

With her command, I obediently reclined upon the bed, my heart pounding with anticipation. She positioned herself atop my chest, tantalizingly close, her delicate fingers caressing her swollen pearl of pleasure. The mere inches that separated her essence from my eager face were torturous, causing me to pant with an insatiable hunger. Still, she insisted on prolonging my torment.