In Praise of Older Women (M/F)

Postby LordNelson » Wed Sep 20, 2017 6:43 pm

Aunt Diane is not really my aunt but as far back as I can remember she was always around. My mom’s best friend was at birthday parties, anniversaries, graduations and holidays. To me she was a second mom, a babysitter, a nurse, a teacher and a good friend. When I reached my teens she became much more.

She is usually a jeans and t-shirt sort of woman, just over five feet tall with a friendly smiling face and full figured body. On the first warm day of summer the year that I turned 13 my family went for a picnic at the lake. Diane showed up in baggy sweat pants and an oversized t-shirt not looking particularly attractive but that soon changed.

Once we had set up our food coolers and beach chairs and all the other gear that you drag along my sisters and my brother and I were ready to get into the lake. Diane said she would join us. Watching her peel off her sloppy outfit became the most erotic moment of my young life.

She pulled the shapeless t-shirt off over her head to first reveal a firm flat tummy and then a pair of magnificent breasts. Her red one piece bathing suit fit like a second skin. The outlines of her nipples and navel clearly showed through the clinging fabric. Then she dropped her bottoms to expose a pair of amazing thighs, nicely shaped legs and a curvaceous sexy bottom.

I’m not sure if she noticed the way I was staring but her only comment was ‘Let’s get into the water.’ We all waded into the lake and for over an hour splashed and played until lunch time. Not a minute went by that I didn’t appreciate the fact that she looked even better wet.

There were girls my age at the beach, in skimpy bikinis, and they got their fair share of attention but Diane got as much or more. From that moment on she became a part of my fantasies.

The years passed, I grew up and moved away from home but one thing was constant, Diane was part of my life. I have many treasured memories of her; my high school graduation (a seriously sexy dress), my college graduation (cleavage that blurred the line between tasteful and trashy) and helping to paint the rooms in my new house before moving in (skin tight jeans and an even tighter t-shirt).

A job out of town had her move two hours away and seeing her became less frequent and I saw her only when she visited to attend family gatherings but this story is about the first time she came to visit me at my place.

Aunt Diane had moved to a small town which was a nice quiet place but it had limited shopping potential. When invited to visit us Diane would come early to do some shopping before going to moms for supper. Mom made sure to always invite me.

I was just returning home about 11:00AM from a trip to the hardware store when a vehicle pulled into the driveway behind me. It was Diane. I was looking forward to seeing her again at supper time at moms but wasn’t expecting her to visit me at home.

She got out and I was once again stunned at how good she could look when she wanted to. She had on a white blouse and once again just the right number of buttons were open to tease me. The clinging silk-like material hugged her curves nicely. Her snug black skirt was short, mid-thigh, and showing those legs I had come to love. Black stockings and knee high black suede boots with two inch heels completed her classy yet sexy outfit.

She wore her hair short and had just a hint of make-up on.

‘Hey what are you doing here?’ I asked as I gave her a hug. It wasn’t a casual hug, not the sort you give your grandmother, it was a real hug. I pulled her close and held her for a moment. It was the way I have hugged her ever since discovering how nice it felt to have those breasts pressing against me.

She explained that she had finished shopping early and had a few hours to pass before going to moms for supper. She decided to drop by for a few minutes to say hello as she hadn’t been to my house since I had moved in. We chatted for a while and then she said ‘Well I’ve got to get going. I’d like to stay longer but I don’t want to keep you from anything.’

‘If you want to stay longer you’re more than welcome’ I said ‘I’m not doing anything that can’t wait.’

‘I’d really like to’ she replied ‘but I shouldn’t.’

I’m not shy to talk suggestively with strangers but I’m cautious about betraying myself to people that are part of my life. I looked at Diane and she looked really good and many of my fantasies came to mind. I have always thought of her as someone who is not only open minded bet could also be trusted with a confidence. I wasn’t going to be totally open but I felt that she could probably figure out where I was coming from.

‘What do I have to do to get you to stay’ I said jokingly ‘kidnap you?’

She looked at me and an odd smile came to her face. I could see that she was deciphering the hidden meaning in my challenge. Her reply was equally cryptic.

‘I can’t imagine you doing that to me’ she stated ‘you’ve always been such a good boy but maybe now that you are older I don’t know you as well as I thought I did.’

She didn’t say no…she didn’t say yes…she didn’t even dare me to try. Her answer was well thought out and it left me none the wiser. I could trade vague remarks with her until one of us said something concrete which could take a while or I could just say good bye and let her go. I did neither.

‘Maybe you don’t know me at all’ I declared as I playfully took her by the arm and pulled her towards the house. She offered a bit of token defiance and I told her ‘resistance is futile’ as I gently twisted her arm behind her back. I was hoping the Star Trek quote would lighten the mood.

‘Am I being kidnapped or assimilated?’ she kidded as she complied and came along with me. ‘Funny but you don’t look Borg’ she joked.

‘Looks can be deceiving’ I teased back at her.

‘I’m beginning to realize that’ she responded in a way that obviously held a deeper meaning.

I remained silent to that comment. She was really good at this word play and I didn’t want to get into a battle which would result in me possibly stating my objectives too clearly.

The back door enters into the kitchen and I sat her down in a chair and said ‘consider yourself kidnapped.’ I hoped that she would defy my declaration of her abduction and give me reason to subdue her. It’s time to confess to you, the reader, that the majority of my fantasies about her, as you may have guessed, involved tying her up. There is a certain protocol to tie up games that must be followed. One cannot just jump right into the restraint and that is where the kidnap threat came in.

‘That’s it?’ she queried ‘I’m just supposed to sit here and accept that I’m kidnapped?’

‘Not at all’ I said with a tremble of excitement in my voice ‘I’ll be right back.’

‘Hey there’ she said ‘you not too good at this are you? Aren’t you supposed to tell me “Don’t move or else?”’

She was right but to repeat what she said would be embarrassing so I flippantly fired back ‘Yeah, what you said, and I mean it.’

I dashed from the room and retrieved the satchel that I keep my gear in. Putting this collection together was one of those hopeful things that I had done years ago not expecting to ever really use it.

I rushed back to the kitchen and was relieved to see that she hadn’t made a run for it. I dumped the contents onto the kitchen table and was horrified to see the big red ball gag that perched itself on top of the pile of ropes, tape and zip ties. I had meant to remove it. It was too hardcore for a lighthearted capture such as this and it revealed the serious extent of my commitment.

I couldn’t bring myself to look at her and see what her reaction was as I pushed it aside and continued as if nothing had happened. I picked up the first rope and turned to her.

‘Oh dear, what am I to do?’ she said dramatically ‘It looks like you have me now!’

Without being asked she crossed her wrists behind her back and I tied them. Then I tied her ankles. I looked at the assortment of ropes and wanted to add more but didn’t want to seem to be too aggressive.

‘You don’t expect this to hold me do you?’ she taunted ‘Don’t turn your back on me or I’ll be out and kicking your ass before you know what hit you!’

Strangely it seemed as if she was actually asking me to be tied better and I wasn’t going to overthink this opportunity. At the time I was rather naïve and it never occurred to me that she was guiding my efforts.

I added a rope below her knees and then was going to tie her elbows but changed my mind. I was in this far already and might as well go for the limit. I took a long rope and passed it around her body and arms below her breasts. I pulled it quite tight and then passed it around again above her breasts. The effect on her bosom was incredible and it looked bigger than ever.

The lapels of her blouse separated just enough to give me a peek at the edges of the lacy cups of her black brassiere. After another pass above and below I then knotted it tightly. I reached for the duct tape.

‘Don’t you dare’ she hissed at me. ‘You’re going to mess up my lipstick with that. You can use the other thing if you put it in carefully.’ She nodded towards the ball gag. I was astonished. I had hoped but never in my wildest dreams expected to actually ever use the ball gag on anyone let alone my “auntie”.

As I picked it up she again coached me. It was as if she knew that in my excited and agitated condition I was being less than organized. ‘Don’t forget to take a picture for the ransom note’ she suggested. This was going exactly as a tie up game should except that it was the captive and not the captor that was guiding the outcome.

She opened wide and I slipped the ball in being careful not to touch the crimson coloration she had applied. She closed her teeth on the ball and I tightened the straps. I stood back to study my captive, one I had dreamed of for years.

My attention was first drawn to the gag. Her red lips were parted and her white teeth caressed the ball. The black leather straps bit into her cheeks. It looked much better than I had ever imagined it.

The rope that tied her wrists had pulled her arms back thrusting her chest forward and straining her blouse to its limits. The ropes around her body pulled the blouse tight over her boobs and had caused two more buttons to slip open and reveal much more cleavage. I must have been staring too noticeably because she grunted to snap me back to reality.

She gave me a look that not only said to ease up on my appreciation of her bound assets but also made me feel as if I had missed something. Then I remembered the ransom note pictures. I got my camera and took a full length photo and a shoulders-up portrait.

I put the camera down and she moaned and rolled her eyes as if disappointed. She shook her head and nodded towards the camera. The puzzled look on her expressive face was saying to me ‘Are you really that dumb?’ It took a few seconds but then like a bolt of lightning it hit me what message she was trying to send.

I picked up the camera and began to take all of the photos of my fantasies. Close ups of her wrists and ankles and with a nod of approval from her that magnificently bound chest. I shot from a dozen different angles making a permanent record of my first tie up game.

Then it was time to end this the way that I had done dozens of times in my dreams and I didn’t need any coaching from her this time.

‘I’m going to give you ten minutes to see if you can get free’ I said as I put my camera into video mode. I set a kitchen timer to ten and started it.

She had been so compliant so far that I didn’t expect too much now but she surprised me. She put a tremendous effort into trying to get those ropes loose and gain her freedom. She energetically twisted and turned every which way but her bonds didn’t slacken. The main focus of my attention was her chest which strained with every movement of her arms. Had it not been for the restriction of the chest ropes I’m sure her blouse would have burst open.

After a few minutes my interest shifted to her legs. The smooth stockings slid easily against her skirt which stayed in place on the chair and didn’t move with her. As she wiggled towards the edge of the seat she slipped out of the skirt to the point where I could see every inch of those lovely legs and I actually had a glimpse of her black lacy panties.

She was teetering on the edge of the chair and I braced myself to catch her if she fell off but she was prepared and smoothly dropped to her knees on the floor. She continued to struggle and eventually found herself lying on her side and then rolling face down on the floor. Due to her exertions her skirt was now up around her waist and her breasts were beginning to spill out of her bra. As much as I would have liked to have seen them I hoped that they would remain hidden as their appearance would put a hasty end to our fun.

The timer buzzed signaling that our time was done. She was breathing hard from the exertion and I removed the gag to help her catch her breath. ‘Well I guess I’m not as good an escape artist as I thought I was’ she said.

A few smart ass responses came to mind but I left them unsaid not wanting to ruin the fun by sounding too cocky. ‘You gave it your best’ I said to console her ‘maybe next time.’ Then the realization of what I had said hit me like a brick. I had told her that I hoped to do this again someday. Fortunately for me she either didn’t catch what I said or chose to ignore it.

‘That made me hungry’ she said ‘does a captive get fed around here?’

‘I hava some left over pizza that I was planning to have for lunch. There’s enough for two if that’s okay with you.’

‘Pizza sounds good.’

‘Just give me a minute to untie you first and then I’ll toss it into the microwave.’

‘You can help me back up to the chair’ she said ‘but leave me tied up, I’m still thinking that I can get out of this by myself.’

I helped her up to the chair. The temptation to “accidently” grab her boobs while helping her up as I had fantasized many times will remain a fantasy. I placed the camera on the table, aimed it at her and started another video. ‘Please don’t fall off of the chair again’ I said as I pulled the pizza out of the refrigerator.

‘I promise I won’t’ she laughed ‘and by the way you forgot to gag me again.’

I nearly dropped the pizza in my haste to reinsert that ball before she might change her mind.

All too soon lunch was ready and I placed the plates on the table. I removed the gag and then started to untie her hands. ‘Feed me’ she said. I gave her a puzzled look. ‘Feed me. I can’t count the number of times I fed you when you were little. It’s time that you catered to me for once.’

I all too gladly left her bound and fed her bites of pizza. When lunch was done I couldn’t think of any other way to prolong this game and offered to untie her. She had been a very willing victim and I hoped she would come up with another clever way to continue playing but she accepted my offer and I removed the ropes.

After re-buttoning her blouse and straightening her skirt she stood to leave and gave me a big hug. ‘It was fun’ she said as she squeezed me tight. When I released my hold on her, it was a little tighter and a little longer than usual, she stood back. Her woman’s intuition could tell that I was disappointed to see our time come to an end.

To my surprise she sat down again and removed her boots. She looked up at me and said something that shocked and thrilled me.

‘Have you ever had a woman tied to your bed?’

Re: In Praise of Older Women (M/F)

Postby mikeysockgagged » Wed Sep 20, 2017 10:55 pm

Can't wait for the next part!
Love socks and sock bondage Feel free to pm me and maybe we can do some rp on kik

Re: In Praise of Older Women (M/F)

Postby Naughty boy » Thu Sep 21, 2017 10:36 am

Absolutely awesome story! Love Aunt/Nephew stories!

Re: In Praise of Older Women (M/F)

Postby Mask6184 » Thu Sep 21, 2017 1:32 pm

Great story, and a nice tease for a possible sequel :D

Re: In Praise of Older Women (M/F)

Postby LordNelson » Thu Sep 21, 2017 7:26 pm

Naughty boy wrote:Absolutely awesome story! Love Aunt/Nephew stories!


This story is about 80% true. Sadly only the best parts are fictional. I still like to think that fun with Diane is a very real possibility.

Re: In Praise of Older Women (M/F)

Postby LordNelson » Thu Sep 21, 2017 7:29 pm

Mask6184 wrote:Great story, and a nice tease for a possible sequel :D


Thanks for the nice comment. We have enough of a history that you should know by now that my teasers are just planting the seed so that your imagination can create it's own sequel. The intimate details of a "part #2" would be a bit too hot for this site (or at least I would hope that they are).

Re: In Praise of Older Women (M/F)

Postby gaggednbarefoot » Fri Sep 22, 2017 8:32 am

She sounds like my kind of aunt.

If only after two or three times tied up she'd return the favour to me. :big: :gag: :tickle: :tied:
Tie me up, take my shoes and socks and tickle my feet.

Avatar thanks to Jason Todman

Re: In Praise of Older Women (M/F)

Postby Naughty boy » Fri Sep 22, 2017 12:33 pm

gaggednbarefoot wrote:She sounds like my kind of aunt.

If only after two or three times tied up she'd return the favour to me. :big: :gag: :tickle: :tied:


I second that!

Re: In Praise of Older Women (M/F)

Postby LordNelson » Fri Sep 22, 2017 3:43 pm

gaggednbarefoot wrote:If only after two or three times tied up she'd return the favour to me


I'm sure she can be convinced that you need some attention too.
Last edited by LordNelson on Tue Sep 26, 2017 12:17 pm, edited 1 time in total.

Re: In Praise of Older Women (M/F)

Postby petraspeds » Sat Sep 23, 2017 1:05 am

Who is Mrs C

Re: In Praise of Older Women (M/F)

Postby gaggednbarefoot » Sat Sep 23, 2017 1:18 am

LordNelson wrote:
gaggednbarefoot wrote:If only after two or three times tied up she'd return the favour to me


I have actually considered the possibility of Mrs. C getting some revenge. Now that you have mentioned it I'll have to consider it more seriously.


Who is this mrs C? And when can I meet her :big:
Tie me up, take my shoes and socks and tickle my feet.

Avatar thanks to Jason Todman

Re: In Praise of Older Women (M/F)

Postby Naughty boy » Sat Sep 23, 2017 6:38 am

LordNelson wrote:
gaggednbarefoot wrote:If only after two or three times tied up she'd return the favour to me


I have actually considered the possibility of Mrs. C getting some revenge. Now that you have mentioned it I'll have to consider it more seriously.


Ohh!....Mrs C! Yes she has some well deserved revenge coming. She needs to be in charge! I love her!

Re: In Praise of Older Women (M/F)

Postby Beetle Bailey13 » Mon Sep 25, 2017 8:38 am

Awesome and Cool story

Re: In Praise of Older Women (M/F)

Postby LordNelson » Tue Sep 26, 2017 12:16 pm

I screwed up and posted a reply to another story here. Sorry for the confusion.
Here is the story about Mrs. C

viewtopic.php?f=37&t=21442

Re: In Praise of Older Women (M/F)

Postby LordNelson » Tue Sep 26, 2017 12:18 pm

petraspeds wrote:Who is Mrs C


See comment above, my mistake.

Re: In Praise of Older Women (M/F)

Postby LordNelson » Tue Sep 26, 2017 12:19 pm

gaggednbarefoot wrote:
LordNelson wrote:
gaggednbarefoot wrote:If only after two or three times tied up she'd return the favour to me


I have actually considered the possibility of Mrs. C getting some revenge. Now that you have mentioned it I'll have to consider it more seriously.


Who is this mrs C? And when can I meet her :big:


Here is a link to Mrs. C
I mistakenly mentioned her here

viewtopic.php?f=37&t=21442