I was pedaling my bike home from school, it was a hot September day in New Hampshire, I was thinking how I could get some money to spend on a birthday present for Mom, she having sneaked into my room this morning and given me my morning blowjob while I fingerfucked her before school, and before she had to go to work at the hotel as a waitress. My dad, Harley Rancourt, had tried to start his own business selling tractors, but the financing had fallen through, and as a consequence, he had lost his day job at the Ferguson dealer, so his only income was his gigs as a musician on weekends. I decided to see whether my stuck-up Aunt Grace would pay me to mow her lawn or do some yard work on her fancy place.
I rode up her long driveway through the trees, and I could hear the lawnmower running, so I slowed down so I could see who was doing it. I knew Aunt Grace wouldn’t lower herself to do it herself, so I wondered if she had hired a full time man to do it, Uncle Phil worked for a group of oil companies as a geologist finding oil, so he was almost always gone somewhere in the world doing his thing, while Grace sat home with her nose in the air, spending his money.
I came to an opening in the trees and saw one of my classmates, Jimmy Bailey, pushing the lawnmower with no shirt on, and sweat running off him. I was just about to step out where he could see me and wave at him, when Aunt Grace came out of the house with a big glass of something in her hand, and walked over toward him. The thing I noticed first was she was wearing the tightest, shortest, pair of shorts with the skinniest little thing I ever saw across her tits, making them pop almost right out. He saw her and shut off the mower, and she walked right up to him, handing him the glass with one hand while running the other hand over his shoulders, and down his back. He took a big drink, then reached down and kissed her. I thought, “Wow, Aunt Grace tries to make everyone think that her shit doesn’t stink, and look at that bitch now!” She went over to the house, and sat down in the shade while Jimmy finished up the lawn. I stayed right where I was, watching.
After about 15 minutes, he shut off the mower, and pushed it into the shed, and she got up, and he came over, and walked right up to her, and grabbed her by the tit with one hand, and grabbed her crotch with the other. She reached up, and flipped the little band over her tits up so they fell out underneath. She had a pretty good looking pair for her age, maybe D cups. They fooled around a bit, with him kissing her tits, and she was kind of jerking him off through his pants. Then they went in the house. I could see as they went in, they turned right, into the rumpus room, the house being one of those new-fangled split level houses.
I left my bike where it was, and worked my way around the back through the trees, then using her shrubs and rose bushes for cover, sneaked right up to where I could see through the window. They were both bare-assed, Jimmy was sitting on their huge couch, and Grace was kneeling between his legs, giving him a blowjob. Jimmy had his head back, with his eyes closed, and a shit-eating grin on his face. I thought “Oboy, I wouldn’t mind fucking that my self.” Then I thought, “I bet I can scare the bejesus out of her by walking in!” So, with that, I went over to the back door and tried it, and it was unlocked, so I quietly walked in. I could hear Jimmy groaning, but I was hot and seeing Jimmy guzzling something cold, I went in the kitchen to swipe a drink. I took 3 steps, and my eye fell on Uncle Phil’s camera on the counter. He had showed it to me last year, It was an expensive Leica, with a big flash, and a clip filled with spare flash bulbs. Inspiration struck me. I grabbed the camera, went across the hall to the rumpus room, and quickly stepped through, swung the camera up, and took a shot of Grace on her back on the couch with Jimmy between her legs, eating her cunt. They were so involved, they didn’t know I was there, until the flash went off. I took 3 steps sideways, changed the flashbulb, and by that time, they were both sitting up looking at me with horror on their faces. I took another picture, then hustled out as fast as I could with my bad foot, went out the front door, across the yard, and was almost over to my bike when Jimmy came running out barefoot, with just his pants on. I got to my bike, and was starting to pedal away when he caught me. Instead of grabbing for the camera, though, he grabbed me by the shoulder and yanked me off the bike. I hit the ground, hanging on to the camera, and all I could think to do was punch him with my other hand. I hauled off, and punched him right in the balls. He folded up on the ground, grabbing his crotch, and I got back on the bike and pedaled away. I took the camera and hid it under some boxes In the basement of our house. I figured Grace wouldn’t come here looking for it because she would have to explain what she was looking for and why to Mom and Dad.
The weekend went by, Mom and I fucked a few quick times, then I went back to school. No sign of Jimmy Bailey, so after school, I rode right up to Aunt Grace’s door and knocked on the door. When she saw me Outside, she started screaming at me. “You filthy, sneaky, rotten little bastard! How dare you come near me after what you did? I’m going to call the cops and tell them you stole my husband’s camera! They will put you in jail, you dirty little snot!” And slammed the door. I just sat down on the step and waited. After about 5 minutes, she opened the door and came out. “OK, how much do you want for the film and to keep quiet?” She asked, breathing hard. “Not too much, bitch.” I said. “You little creep!” She said. I said, “You’re a great one to talk, try to act better than everyone, especially your own brother. Dad told me that Phil said the reason he changed his mind and wouldn’t back him on the tractor shop is you threatened to leave him if he did. If you can fuck some kid, you have no trouble screwing your brother, do you?” She said “That was different, your father is a loser and so are you.” I said “Except for a film with a couple of photos on it that I plan to send to Uncle Phil and to that newspaper that publishes all the dirt.” “You wouldn’t.” “I would, and will.” “OK”, she said, “tell me what you want”. I said “For one thing, I want your ass.” I said “Drop your pants right now, I’m going to fuck you in the ass..” “Forget it.” She said, went in, and closed the door. I got on my bike and started to ride away. She came out and yelled “WAIT! We need to talk about this!” I said, “I think I made myself clear here, You were fucking Jimmy, I have the pictures, you got nothing. Either drop your drawers right now or I’m gone, and the next one you talk to will be Phil or his lawyer.”
You could see every emotion in the book going across her face. Finally, she said, “OK, come inside.” I said, “No, right here, drop ‘Em!’” “No, please, someone might come.” “Right here, right now!” She started to cry, and said “you are a monster!” I said, “I’m really getting tired of being called names by someone who would fuck a 16 year old kid, and cut off her brother’s future, so cry away, they are just alligator tears, anyway. I got you figured out, bitch.” I reached out, and yanked her pants down around her ankles. “Now suck my cock, bitch.” She knelt down in front of me, and I unbuttoned my fly and stuck my cock right in her face, then grabbed her by her long bleached blond hair and pulled her on. She sucked, and pretended to gag, so I grabbed her by the back of the head, and rammed it right down her throat. Her eyes were popping out, and this time, she was really gagging. So I showed her some mercy, and turned her around and made her bend over, then drove it right up her ass. She let out a squeal, but I didn’t stop. I pumped until I blew my load. Her round ass cheeks were quivering, and she was sobbing. I pulled my cock out, and it was covered with my jizz and her shit. “Now clean it off, bitch!” She did, and when she finished, she turned and vomited. I said “That was my revenge for Dad, and for you acting like you were better than me. Now we will get to the terms of our agreement. From now on, when I speak to you, you will answer either “Yes, Master, or no, Master. Understood?” She nodded. “Good, I’ll be back tomorrow, you can tell Jimmy he’s safe, I got no problem with him, but I’m taking over his lawn mowing job. In the meantime, I want an advance of $20 on my wages. I’ll be back tomorrow to talk some more after I go buy mom her birthday present.” She sniffed and said “Yes, Master.”
TO BE CONTINUED