1. Auntie Turned Me into Her Little Boy Slut


    Date: 2/2/2015, Categories: Fiction, Domination/submission, Incest, Transsexual, Transvestite, Young, Author: willingwimp, Rating: 84.2, Source: sexstories.com

    For as long as I can remember I was infatuated with my Auntie Celeste. Who wouldn't be? She was a gorgeous, sophisticated lady who always looked perfect--long, wavy auburn hair matched by long, shapely legs, an hour-glass figure, dark smoldering eyes enhanced by mascara and eye shadow, and ruby red lips. I was often alone with her, even as a child, and when it was just the two of us, she would always lounge around her apartment, wearing full make up and spectacularly sexy lingerie from baby doll negligees with hemlines right at that most delicious spot where the buttock meets the leg, or long, satiny gowns with slits up to her womanly hip. My family lived on a farm in the country. I could never imagine how my mother and Auntie Celeste could be sisters because they were complete opposites. Whereas Aunt Celeste was the very picture of confidence, success, beauty, and sophistication, my mother was mousy, plain, shy, and socially and physically awkward. Unlike other boys who went to summer camp and family vacations, I spent all my time when not in school with Aunt Celeste. My parents labored all the time on the farm and never took vacations. I think everyone in the family recognized from an early age that I had a special affinity with Aunt Celeste and was happiest in her presence and that I really didn't belong on the farm. I was not like the other farm boys, big strapping lads who liked to rough-house and get sweaty and dirty. I was small and timid and preferred being indoors. ...
    When the other boys were out playing or working, I stayed in the house longing for Aunt Celeste. I would spend hours gazing at the framed photos of her I had in my bedroom and counted the days when I could join her on spring break and summer vacations. I was sort of a cross between Mom and Aunt Celeste. Although I was a boy, I was beautiful like Aunt Celeste downright pretty, long lashes, full lips, a cute face, but like my mother, I was shy and submissive. Auntie Celeste had a bossy streak and when I was with her I quickly fell into the role of house-boy servant. We made a great pair. She really would not lift a finger when I was there. She might be sitting on her bed within easy reach of a nail file on her bedside table, but she would call me to hand it to her. And, wherever I was, whatever I was doing, I would run to her, thrilled to be able to serve her. In time, she would extend her long, tapered fingers without a word and curl her index finger in a "Come to Aunt Celeste" signal, and I would come to her, hold her graceful hand, and file and buff her nails. I would give her manicures and pedicures as well, being very, very careful to paint her nails with the little brush, so not the tiniest wisp would blemish the flesh of her perfect toes and fingers, and blowing on her finger and toe nails to dry them. Aunt Celeste would not even pick out her own panties and bras, but would direct me to her underwear drawer to select her intimates. This, of course, allowed me to feel all ...
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