1. My Rich Aunt


    Date: 8/25/2015, Categories: First Time, Taboo, Voyeur, Author: brianbigdogsmith, Rating: 94, Source: xHamster

    I was loading my car with items I had just bought, when I heard a voice across the car park calling my name, &#034Pete, Peter, over here!&#034 I turned my head towards the sound and could see a woman waving her arm and looking in my direction, &#034Pete hi, it's me.&#034 It was my aunt, I've, well, we've never gotten along with each other, she hates me and I don't really like her that much. She thinks I'm a lazy slob, and I in turn think she's a stuck up rich bitch. She does nothing but shop and spends her husband's money. She is forty four years old, slim, long blond hair, always wears short skirts to show off her tanned Shapley long legs. Her boobs, I think are around thirty four inches, and her waist is very slim, something like twenty four inches. She is very good looking, although I wouldn't admit it to her face. She always has a tan. She goes to the gym every other day, has lunches with her friends, and plays tennis at a club, where I think she socialises more than actually play's. As for me, well, I've just turned nineteen, and I also do work out, but just twice a week. I work in a glazers shop fixing windows, cutting up glass all the usual things you expect in a glazing shop. Anyhow, I make out that this is my aunt and walk over to her to see what she wanted. I get to her and said, &#034Hi aunt Catharine.&#034 She looked at me as if I was the hired help, &#034Stupid car won't start, don't know what's wrong with it, and don't care. Put these bags in your car and take ...
    me home?&#034 I huffed, as my shoulders dropped, I looked at her and said, &#034I have work to go to, I'll be late, can't you call uncle or the recovery people?&#034 &#034No, I'm not hanging around here, come on, come on; grab that bag over there.&#034 Looked like I had no choice again, so I picked up the bag on the ground and she was already halfway to my car. I slowly walked back to my car, and by this time she was already sitting in it. I get into the driver's seat and she asked, &#034Did you get the bags from the boot?&#034 I looked at her with despair, &#034What!&#034 &#034There's a couple of bags in the boot. Go get them.&#034 Thinking to myself 'for fuck sake,' no please or will you. Just orders, like I'm her personal servant. I retrieve the other bags and we drove off. My aunt's home was a bit off route for me, but as I said, I had no choice. Although a nice warm, sunny day outside, it was a cold air that filled the car, not from the air con either, all the way in the car on the journey to her place, nothing unusual for me; I was used to her being cold and unwelcoming. She never asks me how I am, how I'm doing at work, or anything about me, she just doesn't care for me at all. As if in a huff and angry with me she asked, &#034Why aren't you at work anyway, have you got fired?&#034 I had the morning off, and was only required for the afternoon, but my reply to her was just a simple, &#034No.&#034 She shakes her head and makes 'tut tut' noises. Then everything was quite ...
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