AUNT SU LING By Cid Huw. Back.
Paul had it down to a science. He'd lie on the floor in front
of the
television and angle himself
just right to see the reflection of his Aunt Su
Ling as she sat on the couch
behind him. He had to catch the sun just right
as it washed through the
big front living room window, but he'd done it
before, many times. And when
it worked, his 14-year-old cock sprang to life
as he lay on his side facing
away from her, watching the 40-year-old Asian
woman's long, lean legs as
she lounged in tiny shorts on the couch
behind him, feet stuffed
into short white socks and sneakers.
Paul was a leg man, a foot man, if one can use the term for so young a person.
Since he'd popped his first
boner a couple years earlier, it was the legs and feet that got to
him - and all thanks to his
Aunt Su Ling. They were at her pool one day
swimming, and she was sitting
on the edge, her long legs dangling in the
water, occasionally kicking
a foot up in a motion that not only outlined the
long, hard lines of her sexy
thigh muscles, but flashed her painted toenails
in the midday sun. It was
around Paul's time of sexual awakening, and this
one day in particular solidified
in his mind an image that would stay with him
the rest of his life.
Su Ling' own son, Mike, a goofy kid about 17 or so, was swimming
by his mom
when she lashed out her legs,
her feet capturing his head. Laughing at his
protests, she reeled him
in, literally, scooping him back to the pool's edge
and capturing his head in
her steely, wet thighs for a scissor hold. She sat
back on the deck of the pool
and squeezed him hard enough to bring tears to
his eyes.
"Ma, please, not again, please, please..."
the kid whimpered, his hands
meekly pulling at his mother's
long, lean thighs.
Su Ling just leaned back on her hands and powered the hold down
harder,
gritting her teeth, closing
her almond-shaped eyes, her jet-black hair
touching the deck behind
her as she crushed her son in her scissor lock.
"You know what I want, Mikey," she laughed,
her sexy, exotic face
scrunched up in concentration
as she throbbed her long legs on his head.
"Look at my toes! It's time
again!"
Su Ling pulled herself back onto the deck until Mike flopped along
with
her, still a captive of her
scissorlock. She squeezed hard enough to knock
him out, and then got up
and sat in a lounge chair, pulling his groggy form
up to lay between her legs
where she rescissored him, her crossed feet on
his belly. She reached to
a table at the side of the lounge and picked up the
red nail polish, handing
it to Mike, who was just now coming around.
"Do a good job, I won't scissor you unconscious
again," Su Ling hissed.
"Do a REALLY good job, maybe
I'll let you have babies some day!!"
Paul had no clue what it all meant, all he knew was that the throbbing
boner in his bathing suit
was about to explode. He watched from the side of
the pool as Su Ling's son,
captured helplessly in his mother's thighs,
obediently painted her long
toenails a bright red. Su Ling looked at Paul
and smiled.
"It's a mother and son thing, honey," she sighed, picking up a book
to
read and resting it on Mike's
head as it lay trapped in his mom's
scissorlock. "We have an
understanding."
Paul's own head was swimming. He was sexually aroused beyond belief
watching his aunt so totally
dominate her son and get him to paint her
toenails. He couldn't watch,
afraid his cum would rocket from his cock,
untouched by his own hand.
Swimming to the far side, he tried staying under
as long as possible so he
wouldn't hear Mike's agonized moans and Su Ling's
dominant, low laugh.
When she was done with him, Su Ling released her leg lock and looked
at
her toes while Mike slumped
nearly unconscious to the pool deck. She shook
her head and made tsk-tsk
noises.
"Not good enough, sonny boy," she said. "Get
in the house...NOW!!"
Mike got up and ran, but Su Ling, with her long, strong legs, bounded
after him and caught him
easily, throwing him to the lawn with a snappy fast
flying headscissors. She
grabbed his hair and banged his head off a
clothespole in the middle
of the lawn, then made him grab it and bend over
at the waist.
"Spread ‘em," she ordered. "And don't you dare move
until "m
done...let's see, you screwed
up five toes...five oughta do it!!"
Paul could not believe what came next. Su Ling positioned herself
behind
her son and with incredible
precision, slammed her naked foot up between his
legs and into his balls through
his suit. Mike screamed in agony - but
didn't move, for fear of
worse punishment. Agaion and again, Su Ling's lean leg
lashed out and connected
her foot to his balls, four more times. When she
was done, he slumped to the
lawn and puked. Su Ling shot Paul a look as he
watched in amazement from
the pool.
"You want some of this?" she asked calmly.
"Then mind your own business."
Aunt Su Ling then easily headlocked her son and waltzed him into
the
house. Paul went back to
swimming and tried to ignore the high-pitched
screams coming frmo the house
for the rest of the day.
The memory of that flooded Paul's mind as he looked at Su Ling's
legs in
the reflection of the TV.
That was the first and only time she'd seen her do
that to Mike, and after,
when Paul asked his cousin about it, Mike refused
to discuss it, too embarassed
to talk about the dominant mom who controlled his
life and brutalized his balls.
So Paul was left to fantasize, jerking off
daily, sometimes three or
four times, mostly every time thinking of that day
at the pool.
He was snapped out of his recollective reverie when his aunt suddenly
said, "You like what you
see?"
Paul went white. He had been checking out his aunt's muscular legs
in
the reflection of the TV,
but didn't think she noticed. He didn't answer.
"I said do you like what you see on TV, and
I don't mean the show?" she
continued, flipping calmly
the pages of the magazine she was reading. "Paul,
you're in my house watching
my TV and I catch you looking at my legs, and
I"d like to know if you like
it. My legs, I mean."
Paul gulped loudly and stood up.
"I gotta go, Auntie," he said, making for the door before his cock
could
do the full rise in his jeans.
"Talk to you later."
He got to the door and found the way blocked by his 5 foot, 10
inch
aunt, looking down at the
5 foot 5 Paul. She smiled and crossed her arms.
"I think the time has come," she said, walking
toward him, backing him
up. "Take your pants off."
"Wha....what?" Paul asked, shocked. "Take my pants off? I, uh, I
don't
think, uh, that's a good
idea, Aunt Su Ling, um..."
"You saw what I did to Mike that day, Paul, you want these legs
to do it
to you?" Su Ling asked calmly.
She didn't give him the chance to answer. She shot a smooth thigh
up and
her knee slammed into Paul's
crotch, sending white hot shivers of pain up
his belly to the top of his
head. As he bent over in pain, Su Ling leaped up and
wrapped her rugged legs around
his neck, crashing them both to the living
room floor, a crushing throat
scissors on the young boy, taking him to the
brink of unconsciousness.
"Take them off," Su Ling said, leaning up
on her elbow.
Paul balked and Su Ling impatiently unsnapped his jeans and undid
his
belt, sliding his pants down
and off, leaving him in his boxers, his
six-inch cock bobbing up
out of the shorts hole. Su Ling laughed.
"Not bad...let's hope it grows a bit more."
She pushed her hand into the waistband of his shorts and her fingers
found their mark, latching
onto his boyish balls and squeezing hard. He
screamed a high-pitched scream
which Su Ling cut off by scissoring his neck
more tightly.
"Enough of that," she laughed. "Don't want nosey neighbors poking
around and finding your auntie
racking your gonads!"
Paul choked in the grip of his aunt's steely scissors and under
the
relentless mauling of his
nuts. She was milking them now, rolling the meat
of his balls in her hard
hand, her fingers coiling tightly at the base of them,
the entire pressurized process
causing his cock to jump and twitch in a
manner that he thought only
he could duplicate. He'd jerked off millions of
times and knew the feeling
of pre-orgasm, and Su Ling's crushing hand had
him there.
"You gonna cum, little boy?" Su Ling cooed,
reading his mind. "You want
to shoot a big load for Auntie?
If you do, you'll get pain like you never
had pain, you little shit!!
So you better not come! Go ahead, try NOT to come!!!"
Paul was losing the battle quickly, the more Su Ling kneaded his
sore
ball bag, the closer to orgasm
he got. Su Ling smiled and brutally worked
his gonads, leaning up on
one elbow to watch, her muscular arm tanned and
flexing as she did.
"Mmmm, look at that goo," she cooed, licking
her lips and watching
Paul's cockhead pool a dollop
of clear precum. "Touch it...touch it I
said!!"
She relocked her ankles and sliced her muscular middle-aged thighs
deeper into his neck. Paul
groaned and obeyed, his trembling finger touching the
precum on his cock. Su Ling
laughed and made him scoop up a finger full of
it.
"Bring it here," she demanded. "To my lips."
Paul reached up with his arm and brought the gooey finger to Su
Ling's
mouth, where she maoned loudly
and sucked it in, her hot tongue washing over
the tip, cleaning the precum
and sucking the entire finger like a cock. She
eyed Paul as she did it,
knowing the effect it was having on him. She
smiled, her lips curling
around his finger that was down her throat.
The look did it, plus the constant pressure of her hand on his
nuts.
Paul's cock erupted, a thick
river of hot spunk jettisoning from his
twitching cockhead and landing
with a splast up his chest and across her top
scissoring thigh and even
onto Paul's sputtering face. His aunt laughed
evily and kept mauling his
balls until his cock stopped spurting its load and
shrunk down to normal size.
Still, Aunty Su Ling twisted his nuts in her
hand before finally letting
go.
"Mmmm, that's a lot of cum,
I love it when I make the young ones pop their
rocks, it's sooooooooo much
juice," she sighed, using her hand to rub Paul's
massive load into the top
thigh that was sliced into his throat until it
shone with spunk from her
tiny short shorts leg to her knee.
She used that hand to scoop up more of his cum from his belly and
chest.
Unlocking her brutal scissors,
she ran the load from her hand over the
inside of her creamy thigh
before slamming it back down before Paul could move, the
spunked-up muscles of her
inner thigh splashing on his mouth. She locked up
and had him in a scissor-smother,
her muscular thigh cutting off his air,
leaving only his terror-filled
eyes exposed.
"Suck it up," she hissed, hand on her slim
hip. "Lick that thigh clean!!"
Paul had no choice and slathered his aunt's powerful thigh with
his
tongue, swallowing every
drop of his own juice that she'd put there. He was
nearly unconscious when she
finally let go. Choking, he got to his knees and
coughed. His aunt laughed
and stood up.
"Put your neck here, in my calves," she said, standing before him.
"From
behind, put your neck in
my calves. NOW!!"
Paul meekly obeyed and Su Ling instantly stood on crossed feet,
her
muscular calves slicing mercilessly
into Paul's neck. She ordered him to
untie her sneakers, and he
obeyed.
"Now slip off my socks and smell them," she said. "Go on..."
Paul had to obey, taking one sweaty white sock off and inhaling
the foul
vapors, then doing the other
one. When he was done he looked down to the
non-painted toenails of his
aunt's pretty feet. She laughed and bent down to
slip his head further down
her lower leg lock until his mouth was at her
feet.
"Suck ‘em," she said. "Suck my toes."
Su Ling finally loosened her mighty leg lock to allow him to scamper
around to the front and slowly
take each of her grimy, sweaty toes into his
mouth and suck them clean.
He had tears in his eyes from the humiliation of
his aunt forcing him to cleanse
her filthy toes in his mouth - yet his young
cock hardened anew, as he
tried his best to hide it from her. He didn't have
to, she knew.
"You little pig," Su Ling hissed, pulling
her toes from his mouth and
kicking him in the side,
rolling him to his back where she used her foot to
spread and flatten his legs,
his cock springing up between his thighs.
"You're all the same, my son, his friends, you....maybe it's me, huh?"
Laughing, she stood over him and curled a foot, pointing her toes
down
toward his face. "Open up,
I'm
Paul obeyed and Su Ling speared the conical points of her toes
into his
mouth, halfway down his throat.
His mouth spread wide, the corners of his
lips on the verge of splitting
open, as she know rammed her foot into his
gullet. Paul's eyes were
wide open and tearing up, and his trembling hand
held onto her muscular calf
for support. Su Ling moaned now, rubbing her
pussy through her shorts
as she pulled her foot out of his mouth a bit
before ramming it back in,
effectively fucking his face with it. In a matter of
minutes, the sensation of
humping his mouth and his hot tongue washing over
it had her muscular legs
quivering in orgasm. Exhausted, she pulled her
soggy foot from his mouth
and slumped back to the sofa.
"That was good," she sighed. "Now it's your
turn...to suffer!!"
She jumped up and stood between his legs. He tried putting them
together
and holding his hand overhis
stiff cock and sore ball bag, but she gave him
a tsk-tsk motion with her
finger.
"Auntie says spread those legs, Paulie,"
she said evenly. "So Auntie can
ram your balls up into your
belly with her pretty feet....do it, Paulie..."
Paul balked, shaking his head from side to side in terror.
"Maybe this will help," Su Ling said, kneeling down between his
legs and
dropping her face to his
stiff meat.
It was a sensation he'd never expected. Some day, he'd hoped to
get
blown, but he wasn't expecting
it to be his aunt, and he wasn't expecting it
to be this good. Su Ling's
velvet mouth enveloped his throbbing prick all
the way to the base, where
her long tongue lashed out and swabbed his hairless,
still sore balls. She left
his cock deep in her throat and milked it now,
the muscles in her neck throbbing
at the task. Paul's nuts knotted and he felt
the swell of orgasm building
deep inside. Seconds later, he uncorked a
massive load, nearly as big
as the first, at least it felt like it, a thick
ribbon of his young man juice
blasting down his aunt's gulping gullet. He
came for what felt like a
full minute before Su Ling pulled her face off his
cock,a thin ring of cum on
her smiling lips, which didn't stay there long as
she swiped her tongue over
it and swallowed with great relish, closing her
eyes and moaning.
"I love the taste of a young cummer," she
sighed. "It tastes so sweet."
Paul was lost in the afterglow of an orgasm better than he'd ever
had at
his own hand, so lost he
didn't see her stand between his legs and mutter,
Perfect. He did hear the
swoosh of her foot flying through the air and
felt the agony of it connecting
with his now empty balls, the top of her
foot slamming up into his
nads, slapping his semi-stiff and wet cock out of the
way, a remaining dollop of
cum that had welled up in his prick head flying
up and splattering him in
the eye.The agony shot up like a blue flame through
his midsection as she not
only kicked him in the balls, but left it there,
now digging her toes into
his ruined ball meat, pressing the tips of them
into the holes where his
balls had descended from not that long ago. She was
threatening to put them back.
"YESSSSSS!!!" she screamed, hands on hips
as she wiggled her foot into
his collapsed nuts that he
couldn't stop, no matter how hard he pushed at it
with his hands.
She finally did stop when he seemed on the verge of passing out.
She
knelt down and straddled
his belly, hookingher feet behind her and between
his legs, the tops of them
massaging his aching balls.She leaned over and
cupped his face in her hands,
bending down to breathe into it, the smell of
his hot cum still fresh on
her breath.
"Tell me you want more," she said. "Ask me for more...ask me, ‘Auntie
Su Ling, please kneel on
my balls,please!!' Go on, ask me or I'll never
stop!"
Paul had to play along, he had no idea how insane she'd get. He
knew his
cousin Mikey was never the
same after a lifetime of being ball-handled by
his crazy mother, so he decided
to go along and hope she'd stop eventually.
"Auntie Su Ling...." he said in between sobs, his eyes closed against
the pain. "Please.....kneel
on my....b....b...balls!!"
Su Ling laughed maniacally and sat up as she straddle him, her
hands on
her hips.
"Gladly," she said and leaned forward to
put her hands on his chest.
She lifted herself right off the floor, her ass coming way up in
the
air, and then fell - knees
first - right on his exposed balls, exploding them in
their ruptured sacs. Paul
went white and couldn't even scream so great was
the pain. Su Ling was laughing
deeply and evily know as she did it again and
again, ramming his ruined
man meat with both knees, than one knee at a time.
When she finished, she was
kneeling on them both, wiggling her hips back and
forth, her hands above her
head for balance, as she flattened his nuts to
ball paste. Paul was delerious
from the pain now, his head lolling back and
forth,eyes rolling in his
head, his tongue hanging out of his mouth. And
then, mercifully, he passed
out.
When he awoke several hours later, it was in a dark room, his aunt's
bedroom. He was aware of
extreme cold - and extreme pain. He felt between
his legs and winced. His
flattened nuts were propped up on a bag of ice wrapped
in a towel. His eyes were
stabbed by sudden shafts of light as his aunt
walked in and flipped the
wall switch. He groaned. She laughed and walked in
in the same outfit she'd
had on earlier, the tiny short shorts, socks and
sneakers. She sat on the
chair next to his bed and placed her hand on his
genitals. He screamed in
pain. She laughed and wrapped her strong fingers
around the base of his cock,
slowly stroking him to an erection. He looked
down, amazed.
"Nobody can resist my handjobs, no matter how badly I"ve ruined
their
balls, nephew," she said
matter-of-factly. "I just wanted to make sure
you're still in operating
fashion, to prove I haven't destroyed your
sexuality for life. Yet."
She then explained how he'd be staying with her for the summer,
cleaning
her house, washing her car,
walking the pets - and painting her toenails on
a daily basis. Seems her
son had run away from home and she needed a
replacement.
"Your mom doesn't seem to mind," she said, leaning forward to nibble
on
the head of his cock. "We're
sisters. She knows all about me and gives me
her blessing."
Paul felt his cockhead swell in orgasm and then the agony of his
deflated balls trying to
fill enough to produce a cum shot that would fill Aunt Su
Ling's mouth and make her
happy - and perhaps enough to leave him alone for
awhile.
She smiled as his prick erupted. Paul moaned loudly. The longest
summer
of his life had begun.