There were three things about that night that separate it from all others. First was I agreed to go downtown to a dungeon, secondly was I ran into my Aunt there, third was fucking her senseless.
I was 25 and had never been to a BDSM dungeon before. However, my coworker kept bragging about it for an hour during our monthly mandatory Saturday work day.
He kept going on about how satisfying it was to go, even if it was just to watch. He explained that participation was not mandatory but was equally encouraged.
He knew I had just gotten out of a long term relationship and said I needed to get back out there and blow off a little steam.
I turned his invitation down a couple times, finally I caved and finally agreed to see what the fuss was all about. He gave me the details and I registered online for the evening festivities.
I arrived and picked up my membership card. I was bashful and felt totally out of place.
I made my way in keeping my eyes on the floor and glanced up periodically to find my buddy.
I found him nestled on one of the couches with a pretty girl. He ushered me over with a nod and wave. He stood up and patted me on the back and offered me a seat on the couch.
I sat for a bit while my buddy and his chick made out next to me. I peered around the room. Flesh and mesh was everywhere.
There were stations with couples playing and performing. Clusters of people in every area. Watching, wanting, and willing.
I heard a loud laugh from a female and my eyes darted in her direction. Her back was towards me and I couldn't seem to make out her face.
I concentrated on the voice. It couldn't be. No way. It couldn't be her. In a place like this. No way. Not my Aunt Dawn.
Then she turned. I saw her profile. That smile and face.
She was my dad's youngest sister. 15 years my wiser. She was best described as the milf next door. The modest, bookworm, librarian type but was huge into metal. She was always sexy, single, and clearly there to mingle.
Our eyes met, her face lit up, and she waved for me to join her.
I went over to where she was at. As I approached her she clapped her hands and jumped up and down. Her tits bounced out of her bustier. It was hard not to notice. But I shook off my thoughts since she was my Aunt and all.
She was with some random tatted dude. When he saw me, he grabbed onto her arm. She quickly nudged his hand off of her.
She directed her gaze to me and engaged in conversation first. "Well this is rather awkward. Please don't tell anyone you saw me here. Especially your dad."
I replied with "don't worry the first rule about Fight Club is you don't talk about Fight Club."
She laughed an over the top laugh and tipped her head back. There it was, that perfect smile and playful eyes I had obsessed over when I was just a boy.
She grabbed onto my arm, leaned in, whispered. "I'm not into him. He gives me the creeps, I'm trying to ditch him. So just go along with what I say please."
I nodded and my face went serious.
I sat down next to her and she stood up and she sat on my lap. She wrapped one of her arms behind my neck and made herself comfortable.
She introduced me to the tattooed guy as her nephew. The scary looking dude scowled at her, clearly annoyed, and said "lets go, now!"
She told him no with confidence. She added she was going to stay for a while longer. She said she wanted to stay and chat with me and that I would take her home.
She continued to sit on my lap until the guy left. It felt like an eternity. Her tits were right in my face. She smelled so good and dressed so provocatively. She wiggled around on my lap and I couldn't help but get a hardon.
She asked why my cock was so hard. I got bright red and didn't know what to say.
