The woman was dressed in silk button-up blouse cut in the modern style so that her elegant hips showed and the woman wore a short skirt hemmed above the knee. She clasped her hands together with joy and then unclasped them as she took two paces forward. She knelt in front of Darker.
She took his hand, his palm was sweaty now but he had no plan to withdraw it.
She gazed up into his eyes with a look of total adoration and something more.
“Oh, darling! Welcome, home. Welcome home,” the woman professed as she kissed his knuckles repeatedly and nuzzled the back of his hand with her cheek. The boy thought some female magical ring-Genie had read his thoughts and come up with some delightful interpretations on how to grant wishes.
The woman had silver hair with an arc of blonde-white. It was the fullest healthiest hair Darker had seen on a woman in his recent memory. She rose, continuing to hold his hand as she lead him lengthwise in the room to another entryway. Darker took the time to check out her assets, he was not disappointed. Her smooth skin and length of her thigh bones alone would make a manikin designer weep.
This woman does yoga everyday. She ought to be a supermodel* thought the boy
and her tight ass reminds me of my Miss Marvel poster*
Her taunt buttocks most resembled two small triangular cushions,
The boy had left his favorite poster behind along with most of his former possessions, but he was too busy to realize that right now.
There was a candle-lit kitchen with a round wooden table and a matching chair. Only one matching chair. There was a small saucer of cookies and glass of milk chilled in a glass icer as if set out for Santa.
Darker remembered that he was incredibly hungry and thirsty having refused the offerings of fast food made by strangers over the last two days.
“Please sit my love and I will serve you,” the woman said, and for the first time the boy was a bit worried about the whole situation. This woman was obviously wicked, the boy had just seen a glint of evil in her face. But evil was underrated. Darker liked evil, he wanted evil, so long as that evil was on his side, loyal. Goodness was helpful too, but moreso in strangers than in a relationship. Darker had adopted these some of these philosophies during his readings online.
Only once before had someone tried to ensnare Darker and he had not thought about it for a long time. Traps involving a physical threat did not work on Darker. But, if this turned out to be a trap, Darker was prepared to be profoundly disappointed.
He sat down. Once he was there his Aunt perched lightly on his lap, sideways in just the right way, her closer ass cheek contacting his still dormant member.
“Mmm,” she said as she rocked forward slightly and extended an elegant wrist; hands; fingers, to collect a cookie.
“Mmm, I admit that I was waiting for you *all day, and I baked these for you. Let me confess that I've never – ever made these for anyone else, and I never will. Aunties sweet cookies are only for her *favorite boy,” she purred as she guided the
cookie to his waiting mouth. “Only for you, darling, all for you,” she whispered hotly in his ear, and she continued to press her fingertips against his lips as he chewed.
There were several ingredients which Darker did not recognize, but even if the cookie were poisoned or spiked the subtle perfection of tasting and consuming it would have been worth it. Most poisons did not work on Darker.
The boy had swallowed what was left of the cookie after it had been crushed into particles by his strong jaws and soaked by his saliva. He was thinking about his previous sexual experiences: a blowjob from a black prostitute and an attempted 69 with a girl from school which ended up as a debacle.
Having his Aunt perched on his lap and talking to him in her unusual but incredibly stimulating manner had already surpassed both of those experiences. His Aunt felt warm and he was within the atmosphere of her pheromones now and his head was swimming. Her body felt firm but also her skin was soft and had a kind of smooth sheen that lesser women only dreamed of. |