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CHAPTER TWENTY ONE:
A few years later I happened to come across the term
‘Golden Shower’ in Harold Robin’s novel ‘The
Secret’. Until then I thought Aunt Hillary might have invented that term.
“A golden shower means when lovers pee on each other
or in front of each other. Peeing in the presence of one’s lover is believed to
develop intimacy among some. Peeing on each other is sometimes considered an
act of dominance too. Some even take it up to the fetish of drinking the
other’s urine” she explained to me.
“Some may find it a bit disturbing. Bill & I use
enjoyed it especially when we had sex while under the shower. What say? Like to
try it out?” she asked playfully. I think I was quite not sure but I nodded a
‘yes’.
Aunt Hillary rolled back on the side of me and sat
on the mattress beside me first. Then she crouched over my belly almost
squirting over me and urinated on my stomach. She took my hands in hers and
gave me a very seductive smile as she squirted. I felt a burning sensation as
the warm liquid flowed over my naked skin. Her jet of urine first puddled on my
flat tummy and then dripped down on either side of my stomach. A thin stream of
her pee also came meandering along my chest and dripped down between my neck
and shoulder. I found it very erotic to see her peeing and enjoying herself
moaning with pleasure. She stood-up and released the last bit of urine aiming
towards my face. A drop or two of her pee landed in my opened mouth. The warm
liquid tasted salty.
Once finished and fully satisfied of emptying her
bladder, Aunt Hillary knelt on the wet mattress and made me stand in front of
her. She took my penis with her Left hand and pointed it towards her chest.
“Shoot it baby, pee on to Mama’s boobs” she said. We
were both a bit shaky because of the beer we had consumed. I had to try hard to
stay straight and concentrate in spurting it out. Once I started to pee Aunt
Hillary sprayed my jets of urine all over her neck, shoulders, boobs and even
her face as if my penis was the rose of a telephone shower. Once finished I
felt relieved but also exhausted and tired. My knees were buckling. So I knelt
down in front of Aunt Hillary. She embraced me and kissed me on the lips. We
rolled on the Rexene mattress now covered in our own urine and kissed each
other madly while our bodies were glued together.
Urine drained off our bodies on to the water-proof
mattress and then to the Terra-cotta floor of the pool deck before disappearing
into the catch-pit nearby. I didn’t feel bad about it. The feeling as well as
the environment was intoxicating. After a while we managed to get on to our
feet and have a shower in the open-to-sky shower built attached to the pool
deck. We spent some time in the pool afterwards totally naked.
From that day onwards we never let our love juices
go a waste. Still Aunt Hillary did not let me have any intercourse with her as
per our initial agreement. Yet oral sex became a frequent happening where we
drank each other’s nectar. Every now and then I got aunty to give me a foot-job
and Aunt Hillary sometimes preferred that I coated her feet soles with cum.
Even then she insisted that I scoop it up with my tongue and feed it back to
her. I often had to lick-clean her feet till there were no signs of cum on her
feet.
That year, on the 03rd of July 1991 I
turned 21 years old. About two weeks
before my birthday while we were having an afternoon together in my room, Aunt
Hillary asked me what I would like to have for my 21st birthday. She
also went on giving me ideas as it was obvious that I was unable to make-up my
mind on what to ask.
“Bill and I used to celebrate our birthdays by
fulfilling some wired fantasy we each had. The choice was to be made by who
celebrated the birthday and the other had to be innovative and try the best
possible ways to fulfill that fantasy or wish. Those were the most memorable
birthday gift we had given and received from each other” she said with a happy
smile.
“There were only a few ground rules for the game.
Basically it was to be reasonably safe to do and that it did not physically or
mentally harm anyone or was not illegal; that is having a probability that we
would end up in jail trying to do it. Other than that we were opened to any
kind of fantasy. In fantasies that involved third persons such as Orgies,
Cuckolds and Threesomes we often chose it to be done abroad, so that the
chances of meeting those third persons again were very remote. Also there were
some fantasies that we had to find nudist locations or counties with less legal
restrictions. But most of the time our acts were very simple once; like me
dressing to be his teacher or I becoming his student in a school uniform. The
difficult part was for us to sneak out into a real classroom to perform such
acts. We did manage to do them somehow without getting caught though. It was the
same when I had a fantasy of dressing like an air-hostess and having sex inside
a cock-pit of a plane. Bill had to lie to his bosses so much to get me in to a
plain that was in a hanger at an hour where no maintenance staffs were around”
she cherished her old memories.
“We of cause would have a more limited freedom in
choosing our fantasies. Definitely no intercourse! And I suggest better not get
a third party involved as well. Other than that no legal restrictions would apply
as we are forced do whatever strictly here inside this house. Let’s just keep
it simple to where either of us wouldn’t get wounded or harmed? What say? Can
you think of any fantasy you’d like to try-out with me?” she asked. I had to
think for a moment.
“How about making me your foot-slave?” I asked
shyly. I had seen such a thing in a video.
“Woh! I’d like if you would be my foot-slave forever”
she said laughing. “Of cause, that would not be a difficult thing to do. All I
have to do is go through a few boxes tucked over my wardrobe and find some old
stuff. I’m sure I almost have everything needed for the act because I have done
it several times. I knew you too would be the kind of person who liked to be submissive.
Bill was the same. The type of men who likes dominant females, ha?” she said
kissing me on forehead.
I had lectures on the day of my birthday too as it
was a Wednesday. Aunt Hillary was very strict in insisting that I should not
miss a single lecture no matter what. As
expected my mother called me that evening to wish me. She called me once or
twice a week between 7.30pm and 8.00pm; because she knew I would be at Aunt
Hillary’s living room during that time watching TV. I called her once a week after
lectures from the pay-phone booth in front of our institute. It was a time that
mobile phones were in use but very scarcely used in the country, mainly in
Colombo and other leading town areas only.
That evening mother had called earlier than usual. I
was yet getting dressed after my afternoon shower when Aunt Hillary yelled from
the living room saying “Tom, Your mother’s on the phone”. It was only 2.30 pm
in the afternoon.
Aunt Hillary was chatting with my mother over the
phone when I entered the living room. Aunty was wearing a see-through nightie
and not her usual shirt.
“Ah! Here comes the Birthday boy Madhu. Don’t you
worry you silly girl, I’ll give him a special birthday treat tonight. You keep
those cakes for the weekend and don’t forget to send me my share okay?” Aunt
Hillary said laughingly. “Take care darling. I’ll call you later” saying Aunt
Hillary covered the mouthpiece of the handset with her palm and wrapped her
other hand around my shoulder. “Happy Birthday handsome!” she whispered and kissed
me on the lips passionately before handing me over the phone.
I got so aroused and excited that I forgot to even
thank mom when she wished me. Aunt Hillary didn’t leave and continued to tease
me by leaning against my back with her arms wrapped around my waist. She was
nibbling my ear-lobes with her lips. Mom gave the phone to Dad and he wished me
too. I barely managed to speak steadily and was so relieved when they finally
hung-up.
“You are crazy?” I wanted to protest for what she
did. But Aunt Hillary not allowing for me to speak another word hug me and
kissed me on the lips. It was a long and wild kiss.
“That was only a little appetizer of the torture
that’s going to come your way my stud!” she said with a chuckle once she broke
off the kiss.
“Now don’t be late. I expect you to be here at Four
o’clock sharp! Understood? Don’t be late and make your mistress mad. And also,
just wear whatever and come, lock the door on your way-in and be at the TV
lobby naked till I come” she said firmly spanking me on the butt.
That afternoon I was really impatient. I had a nap
for about half an hour and had a wash. My boxer shorts were not quite dry so I decided
to go with a sarong wrapped around my necked body. When it was about five
minutes to four I entered Aunt Hillary’s living room. The main door was left
ajar and I locked it on my way in. I made sure no neighbors or any one on the
road saw me crossing over. Thus it was not yet Four O’ clock, I decide to go
through a magazine till Aunt Hillary arrived.
I didn’t notice that Aunt Hillary had entered the
room until she made a noise deep from her throat. I stood-up facing her.
She was wearing a two-piece Red Satin bikini. Her
hair was held-up in a pony-tail with a Red ribbon tied to it. Her ear-rings
were a pair of Red studs. She also wore a pair of cone-heeled four-inch
stiletto sandals with a single blood-Red strap across the insteps. I hadn’t
seen that pair of sandals before. She probably had bought them recently.
Her finger and toe nails were painted to match her
outfit in a glistering Red color. She wore heavier make-up than usual,
especially a thickly coated bright Red lipstick. She had a cane in her Right
hand and a half drunk glass of Brandy in her other hand. It was obvious that she was a bit tipsy.
“Now I thought I gave you very clear instructions to
come in and be naked before I arrive” Aunt Hillary said in a very stern voice,
while putting the cane through my sarong and pulling it off to the ground. Now I was stark naked in front of her.
“Ur I’m sorry aunty” I tried to apologize, but
before I could even complete halfway my sentence Aunt Hillary hit my calf hard
with the cane. I jumped up in pain.
“Remember you stud! No Aunties here today. You may
address me as Queen Mother or Madam and speak only when you are permitted to
speak. Is that clear may slave?” she asked in that same stern voice. I was
shocked for a moment, and realized that this act was not a joke.
“Yes! Yes Queen mother” I replied as serious as I
could.
“Now kneel before me you worthless pieces of ass”
she commanded. I did as told. Aunt Hillary stepped forward closer to me. She
spread he legs a bit and pushed forward her abdomen area. Her panty covered
pussy was just brushing my face at the moment. I could feel her pussy lips
vibrating through the sheer fabric. She seemed very Horney and the heat and the
sweet aroma of her pussy were very strong. She swayed her crotch and rubbed her
pussy on my face.
“Does Queen mother’s pussy smell good you moron?”
she asked laughingly.
“Yes my Queen mother, it smells awesome!” I replied.
She turned and walked away from me swaying her curves as if a model on a
catwalk. Then she stopped about ten feet away from me and turned in a very
seductive move. She posed in front of me as I was still kneeling in front of her.
She had her hands in her hips and posed like a catwalk model.
“What do you think of your Queen mother’s outfit,
you slut?” She asked in a softer tone.
Actually she looked gorgeous and super sexy. It was the first time I saw her in
such high heels. It was as if she was walking on her toes. Her metatarsus bones
were exposed through her skin and the veins of her insteps were swollen with blood.
Her heels were pushed back and had turned Pink. Her calf and butt muscles were
stiff and toned bringing out every curve of her figure.
“You look gorgeous Queen mother” I said very honest
to my heart.
“And which part of it do you like most you slut? What
turns-on you most?” Aunt Hillary asked
in a sarcastic voice, very well knowing what the answer was going to be.
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