SEVERUSMAX
Benevolent Master
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So, this was it, Charles thought. His parents had worried a bit about him going to such a godless school like Stanford, but he had a full scholarship and that was nothing to sneeze at. At least his aunt, Aunt Claire, had generously agreed to take him in and thus make it unnecessary for him to need to stay in a dorm or rent an apartment. In fact, her house was more than a little on the upscale side, very fancy and comfortable. She even had a maid, which was more than his parents could say.
Then again, the children had always been the "help" and he was free of that, too. Free of having to do everything he was told all the time. If he wanted to try some of this sin that he'd been warned against, perhaps Aunt Claire might not interfere. He had trusted that she would be a "cool aunt" and go easy on him....he had no idea just how cool she was bound to be, in fact.
For a nice Mormon boy like Charles, he was in for a rude awakening, starting at the airport, as he arrived and flirted a little shyly with the MILF of a stewardess on his flight. She, in fact, even wolf whistled at him and took the opportunity to lightly brush his butt through his pants as he got off the plane and walked toward the terminal. Well, she....Lisa, had been rather nice to him the whole way, even bringing him extra snacks and things like that.
But that was to prove to just be a preview of coming attractions. Charles knew only that Aunt Claire was waiting for him. He didn't know what to expect of her, not having seen her since Grandma's funeral. He had been 14 then....he was 18 now.....and he had jacked off repeatedly after that to a hopeless fantasy, of taking his aunt and making her his slut....that could never happen, could it? What if she had a boyfriend, after all?
As Charles went through TSA on his way into the airport waiting area, even enduring a little groping from a deliciously perverted agent, he was hungry, tired, and horny now...and he had no idea how he was to deal with any of that. He also didn't know what to expect....would Aunt Claire really show up in person, or would he need a cab?
Then again, the children had always been the "help" and he was free of that, too. Free of having to do everything he was told all the time. If he wanted to try some of this sin that he'd been warned against, perhaps Aunt Claire might not interfere. He had trusted that she would be a "cool aunt" and go easy on him....he had no idea just how cool she was bound to be, in fact.
For a nice Mormon boy like Charles, he was in for a rude awakening, starting at the airport, as he arrived and flirted a little shyly with the MILF of a stewardess on his flight. She, in fact, even wolf whistled at him and took the opportunity to lightly brush his butt through his pants as he got off the plane and walked toward the terminal. Well, she....Lisa, had been rather nice to him the whole way, even bringing him extra snacks and things like that.
But that was to prove to just be a preview of coming attractions. Charles knew only that Aunt Claire was waiting for him. He didn't know what to expect of her, not having seen her since Grandma's funeral. He had been 14 then....he was 18 now.....and he had jacked off repeatedly after that to a hopeless fantasy, of taking his aunt and making her his slut....that could never happen, could it? What if she had a boyfriend, after all?
As Charles went through TSA on his way into the airport waiting area, even enduring a little groping from a deliciously perverted agent, he was hungry, tired, and horny now...and he had no idea how he was to deal with any of that. He also didn't know what to expect....would Aunt Claire really show up in person, or would he need a cab?
