My name is Cody. I remember the year I turned sixteen. I was a boy, but not much of one. I had a very slight build, and a soft personality. In fact, I was very effeminate, and I had to put up with a lot of teasing at school and at home.

I lived with my grandparents and my aunts, Zoe and Sue. It was a very sheltered and sexually repressed environment. I was the youngest member of the household, and the rules were even stricter for me than for the adults. They cut themselves some slack here and there. No one cut me any slack.

My mom had run off with some fucking guy the year before. My grandpa worked a hundred miles away and only came home on weekends. My grandma was always too sick or too busy to be bothered with me.

That left me at the mercy of Zoe and Sue, who were 14 and 10 years older than me, respectively. Needless to say, they were pretty hard on me. Sue was the gentler of the two. She was a little wisp of a thing who kept me in line by admonishing me in a severe but loving way. That made me always eager to please her. Zoe, however, was built more voluptuously at 5 feet and 6 inches, and 135 pounds. She had a wild temper. And when she was angry, which was often, she could be downright batshit crazy. She had a mean mouth on her, and she was quick to grab the belt. I had marks on my ass to prove it.

There was that wondrous summer day when my life changed forever. Zoe was lying out in the sun on a blanket out in the backyard in a one-piece bathing suit. My God, I had never dreamed she could look that sexy! And I had lived such a sheltered life that I hardly knew what sexy meant. But I suppose I knew it when I saw it!

I was in the house dressed I a t-shirt and gym shorts when I heard her call for me. I didn't have to think twice. I bolted outside and found her lying on her stomach. Her swimsuit riding up, showing off an appreciable amount of her amaaazing ass! It was shaped like a luscious peach, and it looked glass smooth. She looked up and said in a sugary voice, "Baby, I'm gonna get a sunburn if I don't use some lotion. Grab that bottle and rub some of it on me... everywhere. You don't want me to get sunburned, do ya?

"N-no ma'am, I would never want that," I said, stumbling over every word.

In a sultry but still menacing voice she said, "Do a good job, Cody.”

"Oh, Zoe, I'll do a good job for sure," I promised instantly.

She smirked as I reached over to pick up the lotion. Her ass looked so good in that swimsuit, and I had to bite my bottom lip to keep from moaning as I touched her.

"Turn over, Zoe," I instructed. Although I had not intended it, my voice almost sounded like it was giving an order. That was a risky attitude to take with Zoe.

To my surprise, she complied without complaint. My heart was racing as I knelt beside her. The coolness of the gooey lotion was a relief for her as I rubbed it onto her pretty legs. I touched her as gently as I could, and the feeling of my hands on her bare skin sent shivers through my body. I could see the muscles in her ass tighten as I worked my way up her legs, my hand lingering just before I reached her upper thighs.

Screwing up my courage, I murmured, "Spread your legs a little, Zoe. I don't want to miss any of your spots."

My touch grew more confident when I realized she wasn't going to stop me. My fingers slid up and down, teasing, exploring, until I found the soft, mossy spot between her legs that made her gasp.

The sunscreen bottle fell to the ground. I leaned in closer, reaching for her chest, just above her ample breasts. That area was already red from the sun, and it was warm under my hands.

"Thank you, baby," she whispered, her voice thickening. "You are so good to me, baby." Hearing her speak to me in an approving, loving voice was a balm to my soul. This was a Zoe I had never experienced.

She turned onto her stomach, pushing her ass up to meet my hands. She groaned softly, and my cock grew hard. Really hard. And then I boldly slipped a finger under her bathing suit and pushed a finger inside her very wettest part, then two fingers, and she moaned like a kitten. The sound that came from her was soft and needy.

I knew my little cock was gonna erupt or I might die! Zoe’s tension was also coiling tighter until finally, with a gasp, then another, then another, she came, her body convulsing. Right there on a blanket in the backyard! Out of control, I then pulled down my gym shorts and shot giant cum ropes all over her thighs and her bathing suit. A couple of thick shots even landed in her hair. She looked fucking beautiful.

After a few seconds, Zoe sat up and spoke to me, “My goodness, Cody, you’ve been such a naughty boy. You should have your ass striped for this. You took advantage of me! I try to be your sweet Aunt Zoe, and you take advantage of me! But you know what? I think I’ll forgive you because you really were so sweet to me! I’ll keep the secret of this if you will. No one must know! What just happened here was special for both of us. Do you understand, little mister?”

Zoe took my hand and led me upstairs to her bedroom. It was a place that had always been forbidden to me, a place of mystery and authority. The room smelled faintly of her perfume and something else. In fact, the room smelled like Zoe! I took a very deep breath and held it. I wanted to be full of her.

"Now, let's get started," she said, her voice still sweet. She pointed to a sofa bed. "This will be where you sleep. No more of your own room. That will be your grandma's sewing room. You'll sleep here, and my belt and I will keep you in line. I don't want to hear any backtalk from you. Ever. You belong to me now, Cody."

The idea of being close to Zoe every night after what had just transpired in the backyard had my little cock standing up like a toy soldier. The awareness of her belt being so handy was intimidating, though. She saw the look on my face, and she laughed at me. "Don't worry, baby," she said, patting my head, "You won't get the belt if you don't deserve it. After you clean yourself up, we're going to have a little talk about your new rules."

The bathroom was down the hall. As I washed the sticky lotion off my hands, I couldn't help but think about Zoe out there in the backyard... and the lotion...and how beautiful she had looked with my cum in her hair. What had even fucking happened? Did I really just... with Zoe? Was that even possible? Seriously? With Zoe? I felt guilty of something and confused about everything.

When I returned, she was sitting on the edge of the sofa bed, the belt coiled in her hand. She looked up at me with a stern expression. "Now, Cody, I expect you to be a good boy from now on. No more of your sass, no more of your laziness. You're going to learn to be the perfect helper around here. And if you're not," she let the belt slap against her palm, "Well, you know what happens. Remember, I like the way your little butt looks when it's all red. And I like to be the reason why."

I nodded. This was exciting, but I was afraid of her. She always went off the rails when she got mad. I had to watch my P's and Q's. "Ok, Aunt Zoe," I said meekly with my eyes glued to the floor. "I love you. I'll be good."

A few days later, things changed big time. Zoe announced that she had a new boyfriend, Wendell, and that she would be going on dates. Needless to say, she was excited. She had turned thirty the month before, and she was anxious to land a husband. What a fucking lucky guy this Wendell fucker would be! I pictured some big, strong dude bending her over the banister and giving her the reaming of her life. That picture made it hard for me to breathe.

Then she said, "Cody, I'm gonna need your help. I need you to help me get ready for my dates. Otherwise, it will take me all day. You can be my little sweetheart and get me ready for Wendell."

"Get you ready for fucking Wendell?" I asked myself. "I wish I could help you get ready for me!" But I certainly didn't say any of that out loud. All I said was, "Wow! That will be so much fun for both of us, Zoe!" I was so humiliated, feeling that I could never be enough of a guy for Zoe. But despite that, my cock was still rock hard. Hard for Zoe!

So, there we were. It was quite a scheme. And I have to admit that it was kinda hot. Anything involved with Zoe was gonna be hot. She could read the fucking phonebook and make it hot!

On the day of her first big date, Zoe sashayed into our bedroom, looking like she'd just stepped out of a Victoria's Secret catalogue. "Ready for my makeover, little bitch boy?" she said, her voice dripping with playful sarcasm. She knew how to make me crumble every damned time.

I gulped. And my heart was racing. "Yeah," I said, trying to sound cool. "Let's get you ready, Zoe." My cock was throbbing. Relentlessly.

We started with her hair. She’d gone with a beach-wavy look for her date, something that would show off her neck and those incredible world-class tits of hers. As I brushed her hair out, I couldn't help but love the feel of it, as well as the smell of her shampoo. My cock was begging for the attention it wasn't going to get.

Then it was on to makeup. Zoe had stocked up on all the best stuff, and I sat there at my computer watching YouTube tutorials, trying to make sure I didn't fuck it up. Then I painted her face like it belonged to one of Raphael’s angels.

As a result, Zoe’s eyes popped with color. I made her lips full and pouty like she was nineteen again. I gave her blowjob lips without mentioning that particular detail. Of course, it didn’t require a scholar to predict that blowjobs were gonna happen on her dates! By the time I finished, her entire look screamed that she was gonna get fucked really hard.

Finally, the dress. Oh, the dress! It was a little black number that hugged her curves like a second skin. I imagined being that dress! That would be so hot! Grandma had tailored it especially for her. And Grandma new what the fuck she was doing! It had a plunging neckline that generously showed off Zoe's gold-medal tits, and a slit up the side that went almost to her hip. She looked fucking amazing!

As I zipped her up, she turned to face me. Her eyes met mine in the mirror. "What do you think?" she asked, her voice sweet and innocent. Not really sweet and innocent. It was Zoe's version of sweet and innocent.

"You look...beautiful, Zoe," I said, my voice catching in my throat. And she did. Then I whispered, "You look edible, Zoe. If I told you what I'm thinking, you would use your belt on my ass for sure!"

Then she asked, "But what were you gonna say to me, Cody?” she asked. You can tell me, sweetheart."

I was on dangerous ground! I gulped. With pure terror in my voice, I leaned forward and whispered, "Aunt Zoe, the way you look tonight, any man on earth would want to put your knees up around your ears and fuck you within an inch of your life!" Then my face flushed a deep crimson. Then I thought of that belt, and I was prepared to die.

Zoe laughed and flushed her own shade of crimson. Then she said, "Calm down, baby. That was disrespectful, but I’m gonna let you slide because I’ve got you all worked up! She reached down and cupped my hard little cock, which easily fit into her hand. I nearly fainted, Then like a flirtatious teenager she said, “Bye now, Cody. Later little gator, I don't want to be late because of you!" And out the door she went. I just shook my head. The world wasn't ready for my Aunt Zoe.

I paced the floor all evening long, worried and horny. One minute I wanted her date to fail. But the next minute, my heart would fill with love, and I wanted her to have the greatest date ever, including getting righteously fucked!

The night wore on…slowly. Long after midnight, I ambled into the living room to see if Zoe might be back yet. And there she was, home from her “date,” lounging on the couch, her legs curled underneath her, her face flushed, and her eyes glazed over.

She looked up at me with a lazy smile. "Hey, little pet," she drawled, sounding like she had had a couple of drinks too many. Her voice was thick with satisfaction. "How was your night, baby boy?"

I wanted to scream at her that I was her nephew, and she shouldn't be showing herself to me like this, all tipsy and freshly fucked! But she looked so beautiful, so content, that I couldn't find the words to express my anger. "It was a good night," I lied. My voice was trembling. "How was your night, Zoe?"

Her smile grew wider, and she leaned back into the couch cushions. "Oh, Cody," she said, her voice dripping with Zoe sweetness. "You wouldn't believe. His thing was so big, so much bigger than your little thing," she said, giggling. "But I'm still so horny. Super horny, baby. And I have a giant load of very yummy cum in my poor little pussy. I need a sweetheart like you to clean me up. No. Let me change that. I need YOU to clean me up, Cody."

The air in the room grew thick. "I really got dicked down tonight, Cody," she said. "But I'm hoping you'd be willing to help out your messy Aunt Zoe. I’m all sticky down there."

I nodded, my eyes fixed on the floor. I didn't want to look at her. Oh my god, the power she had over me! But as she led me upstairs to our bedroom, I couldn't help but feel overcome with excitement.

The scent of sex clung to her, and my mouth watered at the thought of what was to come. She pulled off her soggy panties then leaned back on her bed, her legs spread widely and lewdly. Cum was oozing from her and dripping onto her thighs and into her ass crack.

Her pussy was swollen. That fucking Wendell dude had beat that shit up! I hated him…but good for him! The evidence of the fucking he had given Zoe was smeared all around her entrance.

I lapped at her, my tongue circling her clit, dipping into her cunt to gather up the sticky mess. Then her hips began to rock, pushing herself more firmly into my face, and I knew she was really into this. Why shouldn’t she be? She was Zoe. She screamed out, “Cody! Cody! Lick me, you little pussy-licker! Oh fuck! Shit! Piss!” And all that mattered to me was making her happy, making her come. I wanted to make my super-horny, drunken aunt come!

And when she did, screaming my name! it was a flood of sensations for both her and me. Her thighs tightened around my head, and her body arched off the bed. I placed my hands under her ass cheeks and buried my face in her, licking and sucking for all I was worth. And I felt pride swell in my chest as her violent orgasm tore through her tipsy haze.

I had done this for her! Aunt Zoe had called out my name while she was coming! I had eaten Zoe’s pussy! Wrap your mind around that! And as she collapsed back onto the mattress, her hand stroking my cheek, I knew that I would do it again…10,000 times…for her.

Zoe leaned over and whispered in my ear, her breath hot and sweet with lust. "You can sleep with me tonight, baby," she said. "But only if you promise to be a good boy and not try anything funny. I won’t put up with that. After all, you’re not really a man like Wendell. And you never will be. You're my whiny little pansy with a teensy cock, and I need you to remember your place."

I nodded eagerly, my heart racing. To sleep in the same bed with Zoe was a dream come true, even if it was under these fucked-up circumstances. She slid under the covers and patted the spot beside her, and I crawled in, feeling like the luckiest little pansy in the world.

But change is the only thing in life that is constant. One day, Zoe strutted into the house with a whopping big ring on her finger. "Guess what, Cody?" she said. Her voice filled with excitement. "Wendell and I are getting married!"

My heart sank. It was like someone had punched me in the gut. But I had to act happy. I had to. "Oh, Zoe," I said, trying...