Aunt in chains

J T Watson Aunt in chains

CHAPTER ONE

"This is the most disgusting stuff I've ever seen," Bonnie Edwards told her three nephew's. "I'm sure your mother is going to let you know about it when she gets home."

Bonnie expected her nephews to show some kind of shame over what she had found and had dropped on the living room coffee table. Her three nephews were scattered around the room watching television and they acted as if it didn't concern them.

She could feel the fury boiling up in her and she turned her anger on her oldest nephew, twenty-year-old Tod Edwards. "I suppose all this obscenity belongs to you."

"Nah," Tod said. "I don't have to read that stuff. I got the real thing. That's Randy's."

Bonnie didn't want to believe that. Randy was the youngest and probably the best looking of her nephews. He was tall and had the same black curly hair that her brother had had when he was younger.

"You read this filth?" she asked.

"Sure," Randy answered. "They're better than school books. I can learn things from them."

There was laughter from her other nephew, Stan. Stan was like Randy with his dark hair and good looks but there was something lewd about his eyes. She would expect Stan or Tod to read this kind of stuff, but not her favorite.

She looked down at the top magazine and she shuddered. There was a picture of a naked woman lying on her back with her legs spread. It showed her gaping pussy. Bonnie had heard that there were pictures like that but she had never seen one, and never wanted to.

"You're all disgusting," she said. "I can't believe this. I'm tempted to call your mother right now. I would if she wasn't ill and in the hospital. But, believe me, she's going to hear about it when she comes back."

"What are you going to do with my magazines?" Randy asked.

"I'm going to keep them in my room until your mother returns," she said. "Then I'm going to give them to her. Maybe you're not old enough to have your own car after all."

All three boys looked at her, and she didn't like their looks of sudden animosity. She wanted to get along with her nephews. She wanted to love them because they reminded her so much of her brother. They were all she had now that he had died.

Yet, she couldn't allow them to rot their minds with trash.

She knew she had hit them where it hurt. They had been saving for a car and nearly had the money saved up. They were going to share it. Now, there was a chance they wouldn't get the car if she told their mother on them. She would never stand for this.

"I'm going up to my room now," Bonnie said. "I'll expect you all to be in bed by ten."

They didn't like her new bedtime either. Tod was the most vocal, but Stan would look at her as if he could punch her. She didn't like it but she thought she had to be firm. That was the way to raise children.

She gathered the dirty magazines up and took them upstairs. She closed her door and locked it. She put the magazines down on the bed. Her eyes were drawn back to the woman on the cover. How could any woman allow herself to be photographed like that? Surely she couldn't get any kind of enjoyment from it.

Bonnie could feel a strange kind of tingle going through her. She quickly took the magazines off the bed and hid them under the bed. She suddenly felt tired and sweaty and thought a shower would help before she went downstairs to make sure the boys were asleep. She undressed slowly and took a long shower. She caught a glimpse of herself as she stepped out of the bath. She didn't like to look at her body when she was naked. She was almost frightened of it.

She would always remember the things the boys used to say about her back in school. They called her Bonnie Big Tits, because she was built big up top and had a slender waist that seemed to point it out. She had always been told that she was beautiful with her long, silky dark hair. And she was even more beautiful at thirty. She had a fantastic face and figure.

Yet, she had never married and never had dated much. She'd always been scared of men and of fucking. She'd made up her mind, as a very young girl, that she was going to remain a spinster all her life. She had never met anyone who changed her mind.

So why did she keep thinking about those filthy magazines under the bed and wondering what other pictures might be there?

She tried to keep her mind off it as she dressed in a full-length nightgown, robe, and slippers and brushed her black hair a hundred strokes. She put her brushes down as she heard a timid knock on the door.

She was sure that it was the boys coming to apologize about how they had acted. Perhaps she would forgive them if they were contrite enough. They were just boys, and boys went through that dirty period where they were always thinking about sex. It was natural. But it could get out of hand if it wasn't nipped in the bud.

She put on her stern expression as she walked to the door. She undid the lock and opened it. Stan was in the hall, but he didn't look like he was there to apologize. He looked angry.

He wasn't wearing his undershirt.

"You know I don't like it when you don't wear your clothes around the house," she said.

"Did you really mean that about the car?" Stan asked. "You'd tell Mother not to let us have it?"

"Of course I would," she said in a determined voice. "I will, if I think you don't deserve it."

Bonnie did not expect what happened next. Her nephew smiled but it only lasted a second. She caught a quick glimpse of anger in his eyes and she backed away. She wasn't quick enough. His fist caught her flush in the jaw. Bonnie had never been struck by anyone in her life. She lost her balance and fell on the floor. She started to get up – but suddenly all three of her nephews were in her room.

Two of the boys held her down to the floor while the third tied her hands behind her with tape. She was picked up and dropped on her back on the bed.

"What are you doing?" she asked excitedly. "You're all crazy!"

They didn't answer. They just stood there looking at her. Then Stan put his hand on her shoulder. He was grinning lewdly as his fingers moved down the front of her body. She couldn't believe this was happening. Her nephew touched the slope of her left tit.

"Stop that!" she screamed. "Stop!"

She tried to kick and twist away from Stan, and then she realized that Randy and Tod were holding her legs. She was completely helpless with her hands taped behind her.

"I just can't understand how you could be such a fucking prude with a body like yours," Stan said. "I bet there's a hot little piece of ass locked up and just waiting for the key."

"Stop," she said firmly. "Stop what you're doing."

"Shut up," Stan said.

Bonnie felt sick over what happened next. Stan grabbed the front of her gown and ripped it down to her waist. Her creamy tits were completely revealed to her nephews' hungry eyes. Nobody had ever seen her like that before. She blushed all over.

"Hot damn," Stan said. "What a fucking pair of tits!"

"Better than those magazines," Randy said.

She still couldn't believe this was happening. Not with her own nephews. This was something she had always been frightened of, but she would have never believed it of her own family.

"I've got to taste one of those tits," Stan said.

Stan bent his head down. His tongue flicked over one of her pink nipples. She was surprised at how hard her nipple suddenly grew. She was also surprised at the sudden sensation in her body. Stan was grinning lewdly.

"Tasty," he said.

He opened his mouth and sucked one nipple into his lips. He gingerly bit down with his teeth. She struggled to be free but the boys held her firmly. Stan opened his mouth wider. He was sucking harder at her tit, as if he were trying to get all of her tit into his mouth.

"Suck on her, Stan," Tod said. "Show the dried-up bitch that she's got feelings she never thought she had."