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Subject: {ASSM} Adaptation: Billy and Aunt Karen - 4
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	               Adaptation:  The Delights of Aunt Karen - Part IV 	
	 
It was beginning to look like Billy would never get the chance to play
cops and robbers with Aunt Karen again. He was supposed to go home
later that day. However, fortune must sometimes smile on horny kids.
His mom
called and said she and his dad were far enough away that they planned
on having a late dinner, spending the night in a motel, and coming to
the Stone's the next morning.
 Now Billy was beginning to wish he hadn't told Aunt Karen to come up
with a story the next time they played cops and robbers. She might
come up with a story that didn't even involve her getting tied up.
Billy, on the other hand, would invent a story that would keep her
tied up all night. The next day Billy deliberately woke up late. Aunt
Karen greeted him as he came down for breakfast.  He looked for an
opening in the conversation, and wanted to say, "Well, are we on for a
game of cops and robbers tonight"?
  He was curious to see how Aunt Karen would respond. Much to his
disappointment he did not get the chance.  He was just a little
nervous about Aunt Karen's attitude after their last game. Billy spent
a lot time daydreaming that day because he kept thinking about Aunt
Karen and what might happen that night, if anything.
 
Alone again for the evening, Aunt Karen fixed the two of them some
dinner. She was still in her dressy 'going out' clothes. She was
wearing a long sleeve, tailored shirtwaist dress with blouse top and
skirt that came to just above her knees, sheer taupe colored nylon
stockings, and black leather high heel pumps.
 As they were sitting at the table eating Billy casually asked her
what she had planned for the evening. Aunt Karen said there was a
charity clothes drive coming up and she needed to go through some of
her clothes to decide what she might get rid of for a worth cause.
Billy was somewhat disappointed in this as he had in mind the idea of
Aunt Karen being tied-up again.  But not totally disappointed,
especially the idea of his aunt dressed the way she was and then
getting undressed and re-dressed.
  Billy was already thinking about what was going to happen when he
realized she was still talking about the evening. Billy heard her say
"maybe you can find a good comic book to read." That snapped him back
to reality in a hurry. Was Aunt Karen leaving him an opening?

  Billy was quickly at work, mentally at least. Needless to say, he
did have a major hard-on after listening to Aunt Karen describe how
she was going to try on dresses. All Billy could manage to say was
"Sure, I'll work on that."
  
The idea that she had actually been thinking about undressing herself 
 made it seem as a real possibility that he might find some way to
watch was something that turned him on every time he thought about it.
					 
It was difficult to contain his excitement during dinner. Once they
had finished dinner Aunt Karen said, "While I'm putting the dishes
away why don't you get the stuff you will need and get settled. And,
I'm going up to my bedroom when I finish the dishes. My bed is handy
to use to hold what I choose to set out."
 Billy didn't know if her mention of her bedroom was a veiled
invitation, but he didn't bother to ask.  Instead he got out all the
comic books and magazines he had and placed everything on his aunt and
uncle's bed. As Billy turned to leave the room and came face to face
with Aunt Karen who said, "You'd better leave me alone now."
 
The sight of her dressed the way she was, coupled with his erotic
thoughts and the touch of her hand on his cheek was causing a major
lump to form in his jeans. Billy could feel heat move from his neck up
as his face flushed slightly red. He did as he was told and left the
room.

However, by now he was so turned on by all this that he didn't care.
He went to the bathroom, urinated with some difficulty, flushed the
toilet, washed his hands and casually wandered back into his aunt's
bedroom.  In his best little boy voice he said, "Aunt Karen, can I
read in by you...please?"

Karen Stone was not very enthused about having her little nephew with
her in the bedroom while she was dressing and undressing.  But, he was
her sister's son and, after all, over the years he had been in and out
of the room when the two of them were trying on a dress or something. 
She rationalized, and he's just lonely and a little boy...so she said,
"Well, I guess that would be okay...just keep your nose in your comics
and don't peek at me....now I need to get things ready".
 
And then she turned and walked to the closet. Jumping up on her bed
there in her bedroom Billy turned his head toward his aunt and watched
her as she walked. The motion of her bottom as she walked, molded by
that tailored skirt, was enticing. Her perfectly shaped calves encased
in sheer taupe colored nylon with those wonderful legs running from
her hemlint down to the narrowness of her stockinging heel which
disappeared into black leather high heel pumps was icing on the cake.
 
 The closet was constructed with hardwood floors. The sound that his
aunt's high heels made on the hard surface caused him to turn his head
to look towards her again. Quietly he scrunching down on the bed and
was able to find a position that afforded him a full view of the
closet just over the top of his comic book.
					 
After about two minutes Aunt Karen exited the closet. He was lying on
the bed pretending not to be watching her get undressed for her
"try-ons" and he was also getting a little excited. Karen, like all
fashion conscious women was a bit of a show off...within limits.
 
His aunt pranced boldly out into the bedroom, apparently comforted by
her nephew's nose being buried in his comic book, in her best taupe
colored nylon stockings...his favorites with the darker double tops,
black high-heeled pumps and a garter belt and looking absolutely
gorgeous with her bare-topped breasts bobbing up and down in a lacy
black bra as she did things. And her panties were gorgeous too... little
black clingy silk ones with which clung sexily to her bottom. That
really excited him.
 
Wearing sexy black lingerie with gartered nylon stockings to show off?
That wasn't her style. With Aunt Karen everything had to fit and be
"appropriate". 

Gorgeous as she looked in this mixture of black and taupe, she also
looked like a very a lady on the cover of a pulp magazine and that was
both very exciting and very worrying because his repressed desires
were rearing up again.
 
"I like the dress", Billy said cautiously as she slid a gray, short,
silky and revealing number down over her body and smoothed it out. He
was enthralled. It was beautiful but it left her stocking tops almost
totally revealed and showed just about everything else if only by
suggestion.
 
"It isn't a dress, it's slip, you silly," she laughed, "any anyway
you're not supposed to be looking."  Should he have known? Well, maybe
so, but he had not often seen any womona, much less his Aunt Karen
Stone wear anything like that ever, certainly nothing as short and
revealing.
 
Nonetheless, he was very excited and settled back to ogle her at his
leisure over his comic book as she sat at her dressing table doing her
makeup, hair, and all the other womanly things that a well-groomed
woman did to pretty herself. Billy watched her from the back and in
the mirror in front of her.

Then a strange thing happened.  His lovely, lingerie clad aunt reached
into a drawer and pulled out a black scarf and several nylon
stockings.  Billy noticed that somehow during this effort her slip hem
had worked its way further up her legs. A large expanse of the darker
reinforced top bands of her stockings was now showing.

Aunt Karen didn't look down and notice the same thing Billy was. With
her arms free she could have easily pulled her skirt back down. For
some reason she didn't seem to notice even as she layed the stockings
across her lap.  The scarf she folded until it was several inches wide
and then held it over her eyes and tied it behind her head,
blindfolding herself.  She then submissively folded her arms behind
herself.  Billy sat in stunned silence as he watched the unbelievable
sight in front of him.  He was hard as a rock.

"I know you're peeking at me..." she said matter-fo-factly, the she
softened, "but I suppose I did say I'd play a game with you."

Suddenly Billy's heart was racing!

Lowering her head as in a sign of submission to someone behind her,
Aunt Karen said, "Please, you don't have to hurt me. I'll do whatever
you say, just don't gag me...please."

Then, pretending to turn toward the invisible intruder Aunt Karen
said, "You want me to tie me up? Okay, Okay, I'll be good.  Just, no
gags."
 
With that Aunt Karen sat on the bench and waited.  Billy nearly leapt
off the bed.  He took one of the nylon stockings off her lap and
quickly tied her wrists behind her.  She was now effectively in his
control being both blindfolded and wrist bound.  He put his hands on
her lower legs and carefully spun her around on the bench so she faced
away from the dressing table.  He then took the other nylon stocking
and tied her nylon covered ankles together. Billy was standing there
watching his stunningly beautiful lingerie clad aunt let herself be
tied-up. Her hiked-up slip hem made it easier for him to tie her knees
together. It was a good thing Billy was out of sight from her view. He
had never been so hard in his life. A blind person could have seen the
bulge in his pants.
 
Sitting there on the edge of the bench with her stockinged legs
securely bound and her eyes darkened beneath her blindfold, Aunt Karen
endured Billy's fondling as slipped his hands through the twists of
nylon stocking to see if they needed to be adjusted looser or tighter.
It looked like a pretty snug fit to him.

He then slid Aunt Karen off of the bench and proceeded to work her
down onto the carpet until she was kneeling with her legs drawn up
underneath her and was sitting back so that her rear end was resting
on her heels. He took another stocking, doubled it in half and then
raising her up off her heels into a kneeling position, ran one end of
the nylon between her ankles and around the stocking binding them
together. Once he had the end of the stocking back up between her
ankles he passed the other end around the stocking binding her wrists
together.  He then pulled the stocking taught and tied it in a knot,
effectively binding her wrists and ankles together.
Meanwhile, Aunt Karen had twisted her upper body around just a little
in an attempt ease the pressure. This had the effect of pulling her
brassiere taut across her chest. Very taut. Her breasts were pushed
outward, because she had her arms pulled behind her back to touch her
ankles. This caused the lacy fabric of her bra to both mash and mold
her breasts at the same time. It was a wonderful sight. At the same
time the strain was causing her to take deeper breaths.

  With Billy's task finally completed Aunt Karen knelt balancing on
her knees and the toes of her high-heeled pumps. Billy was enthralled
watching her tied up. Also, much to his delight, when she sat back
onto her heels again Billy noticed that somehow during this latest
effort her slip hem had worked its way further up her legs. More than
half of the darker reinforced top of her stockings were now showing.
  Aunt Karen couldn't look down and notice the same thing Billy
was...the darker top bands of her nylon stockings! With her arms tied
she could not have pulled her slip back down anyway even if she had
noticed.
 Billy picked up the bench and set it directly in front of where Aunt
Karen knelt. Blindfolded and bound at wrists and ankles, she was
wearing a lacy gray slip, black lingerie, gartered nylon stockings and
high heels.  She could not have looked more helpless...or desirable.
 "Please don't gag me," she had said.  Billy sat on the bench, quietly
lowered his zipper and pulled out his hard, throbbing cock.  He took
one of the remaining nylons and pulled it on over his rigid member.

 "Hold this stocking in your mouth and I won't gag you, lady," Billy
said as gruffly as he could manage in his agitated condition.  After a
brief pause, Karen opened her mouth and allowed a large length of
nylon to be wadded into her mouth. Reaching forward he grabbed the
beautiful Mrs. Karen Stone's head and guided it forward until her lips
nearly met the tip of his cock inside the nylon.  As she knelt open
mouthed unable to protest due to the wad of stocking in her mouth, he
stroked his cock inside the nylon stocking, keeping his enlarged organ
as close to her face as he dared.  "Suck it," he commanded silently.
 Submissively she knelt before him, letting his hand silently play
with his youthful cock just outside of her mouth.  Drool seeped out
the corners of her mouth as the nylon dampened. She seemed to react
only slightly when she tasted the ooze of his pre-cum, but in her tied
position she had little freedom of movement.  His youthful load of
dark yellow gism came in her stocking, oozed just into her mouth,
gushed again in the stocking and finished with a splatter on her slip
as he grabbed himself and aimed his final release at her.

 Not fully aware of the degradation to which she had been submitted,
Aunt Karen gagged, the yellow liquid drooling down her chin and onto
her lingerie and nylon stockings.  She then fell over on to her side
and with some effort rolled back over on to her stomach. She was now
laying on the floor in what looked to be a very effective hog-tie.
When she had flopped over onto her side one of her high-heels had
fallen off so she now had one shoe on and one shoe off.
Her slip had completed more of its journey up her thighs. It was now
up past the top of her stockings and Billy could see the tabs of her
garter belt where they attached to her stockings and an expanse of
creamy white flesh between the hem of her skirt and the tops of her
stockings. Billy was in heaven.

It was the realization that Billy felt something wet that finally
brought him back to some form of reality. His pants had become soaked
to the point where he was still leaking profusely and a sizable wet
spot had formed in his crotch. It was then that Billy looked at the
clock and realized just how long Aunt Karen had been tied-up.
  Movement drew his focus back to Aunt Karen. She
was working her hands in an effort to try and free them from the wraps
of nylon he had slipped on them. She was making a futile effort to
bend her legs down closer to her wrists in an effort to provide some
slack in the stocking used to cinch the coils of nylon tight around
her wrist. It seemed to be a hopeless effort. Her ankles were so close
to her hands already it was difficult to move her
ankles closer to get any slack at all. She could only keep them bent
for a few seconds and every time her ankles snapped back up the
stocking cinched tighter. That's when Billy got a clammy felling all
realized he better let Aunt Karen free.

 He pulled the wadded up nylon from her mouth and used it and his
handkerchief to dab as best he could the evidence of his 'deed'. 
Fortunately for him the nylon stocking had caused Karen to drool
nearly constantly so she was wet from her own spittle which covered up
his own gism.
  As close as her ankles were to her wrists she had
almost no play at all and the stocking cinching the nylons around her
wrists had been pulled too tight.  When she rolled over and her legs
released
from under her the cinch stocking was snapped taught and she was in as
strict a hog-tie as Billy could imagine. There was very little play to
allow her to bend her legs further up to release the tension on the
nylons. She was really tied.
 His brief vision at that moment was one of Uncle Carl walking in to
the bedroom and finding a hog-tied Aunt Karen with her slip up around
her hips and a face full of his own cum.
  The effort that Aunt Karen had been putting into trying to get loose
had caused her slip hem to continue rising. When she rolled over onto
her side in her struggles to free herself, her hem was now hiked high
enough that Billy actually had an unobstructed view of the black
panties she was wearing.
 Her chin glistened from the mixture of saliva and cum that had seeped
out of her mouth. A huge wet spot was clearly visible on
the floor where her chin and mouth had been. In fact her mouth was so
soaked with saliva that as she clinched her jaws, in an effort to pull
her hands free and suck enough air into her lungs, small saliva air
bubbles would form on the surface of her mouth. Drool would ran off
her chin and down onto the floor. Once a strand of drool just hung
between the corner of her mouth and the floor .

 She finally rolled back onto her stomach and lay there exhausted from
her efforts and trying to catch her breath as best she could with a
foul tasting liquid in her mouth.

"Enough, Billy...untie me now," his still blindfolded aunt pleaded.
					 
She managed to roll onto her side facing away from him.  Billy caught
on that she wanted him to untie the stocking holding her ankles to her
wrists. The same stocking which held its tight cinch on the nylon
stocking
around her wrists. As Billy moved to assist her, he had an added
thrill. His fingers were playing around the slick leather of the one
stiletto high heel she still wore and the silky nylon covering the
foot that her other shoe had fallen off of.
  
This was great. Billy could actually feel the ridges of her skin under
the nylon running along the bottom of her foot and up the back of her
heel. The exhilaration of this moment was not providing just a whole
lot of incentive for him to untie the knot.

Billy let his fingers wander around her feet while he tried to untie
the knot. All the while Aunt Karen was encouraging his efforts to undo
the knot. The tension on the nylon had tightened the knot
considerably. The problem was Billy needed some slack in the stocking
to work the knot loose and the tension of the strict hog-tie was
keeping the nylon very taught. Billy hit upon the idea or bracing her
feet
against his chest. By bending down just a little it would push her
legs into her just enough to take some of the tension out of the
nylon. Getting her feet braced against his chest was the easy part.
Scooting Karen while in a strict hog-tie, especially after that much
time, was the hard part.

Aunt Karen caught on to what Billy was trying and rolled onto her
stomach to help out. Billy took his time because her efforts to roll
over dragged her slip up all the way to her hips.
 
They did get some slack in the nylon and Billy began working away at
the knot.
It took him five enticing minutes to finally work it loose. 
The sudden release of the tension on her legs as she rolled over must
have been somewhat painful because even though she had a very large
load of saliva her mouth she let out a very loud and very long
groan as her legs straightened for the first time in almost an hour.
  What a sight. Here Billy was not more then three feet from a pair of
gorgeous legs, encased in sheer taupe colored nylons,
broken by bands of another nylon stocking around the ankles and above
the knees, stocking tops fully exposed, garter belt straps leading up
six inches of creamy white thighs and disappearing under a gray slip
that was bunched up around her ass.
 After a while Aunt Karen rolled over onto her back and with
some effort raised herself up into a sitting position. She inched her
way toward him and began talking and motioning with her fingers. If
was hard for him to pull his gaze away from the bound legs that were
now right next to him. Realizing she wanted him to help her work the
nylon cinching her wrists loose, Billy tore himself away from wanting
to rub his face against her thighs.
  With her working her wrists furiously and him tugging at the nylon
stocking it finally loosened and her hands pulled free. Aunt Karen
worked her arms around in front of her and sat there for a couple of
minutes rubbing her wrists trying to get circulation back into them.
Next she removed her blindfold and looked up at him. Her chin was
still glistening wet from the almost constant drool that had seeped
from her.
Satisfied that she could now take care of getting the stocking off her
arms Aunt Karen went about the business of fining untying herself.
  Billy just stood there and watched. She still had made no effort
what so ever to pull her slip down. When she bent over and reached
down to start untying her ankles a large amount of drool spilled from
her mouth and trailed down to her slip and stockings. She took one
hand and wiped it away. By the time Aunt Karen finished untying her
ankles Billy  was sitting above her on the bed.
 
 Billy kept an eye on Aunt Karen as she untied the stocking above her
knees. Red marks were circling her wrist. As she fumbled with the knot
his eyes were still drawn to her legs. Her slip was still up so her
stockings and garters were still fully exposed. Finally the knot came
loose.
 
 Billy was being too obvious and Aunt Karen finally realized
that he was staring at her legs. Rather then getting upset she instead
gave him a raised eyebrow, smiled, stood up, kicked off her other
shoe, pulled her slip down and headed for the bathroom on legs that
were still somewhat wobbly. Billy headed to the kitchen for a drink of
water.
					 
Billy was sitting in the kitchen when Aunt Karen walked in about
thirty minutes later. She got a glass of
water and sat down. After taking a long drink she looked at him and
said, "I trust you enjoyed out little game?"
Billy said, "Yes, what about you?" Aunt Karen again raised an eyebrow.
He then said, "I'm, er... sorry. I never imagined that I get so
carried away or that you wouldn't be able to get loose. I only
intended for you to stay tied up for about a half-hour. If I ever do
that again I'll certainly know what not to do".

Before she could reply Billy said, "I realized you were wanting to be
untied. All I could think of was what would Uncle Carl think when he
got home and found you."
  Aunt Karen said, "I know. I was thinking the same thing and how was
I going to explain it. I mean, how embarrassing, not just being found
tied-up but in my slip with the hem all pulled up like that. And,
having to confess that I had practically asked you to tie me up like
that".
  Billy said, "I don't think Uncle Carl would be very understanding". 
 Aunt Karen added, "Well, I don't know about your Uncle, but
I'm sure your mother would". 
 Billy questioned, "My  mother?" 
 Aunt Karen said, "Oh, sure. Your mom and I being the daughters, and
having to watch after the kids, were always getting tied up as part of
our brother's games."
  Billy told her he had no idea she and his mom had played these kind
of games as a child. Aunt Karen said, "I think it must be a phase all
young boys go through".
 Billy questioned, "phase?" 
 She said, "You know, wanting to tie girls up." Billy didn't reply to
that. It was no wonder Aunt Karen hadn't had a problem with being tied
up as part of their games. She just figured Billy was in that
phase where he liked to tie girls up and she was the girl of the
moment.  She then asked, "You mean you have never tied your mom up"?
 Billy said. "No, I never thought about asking mom to play any of
our games." Then Billy said, "Well, if you like to act out stories
that feel real, you have to admit this certainly turned out to be very
real".
 Aunt Karen laughed and said, "Yes, it did, a little too real. 
Maybe I should have practiced tying myself up before I actually did
it."  Billy said, "A real burglar couldn't have done better."
  Billy said, "If we ever play this game again...".
  Aunt
Karen laughed and said, "I think probably you and I have had enough
tying...but in any event, I'll leave the tying to you." Billy thought
his heart stopped momentarily when she said that.
 Then Aunt Karen said, "Come on I need to take care of those wet spots
on the floor. That stocking you stuffing in my mouth certainly made me
drool...it tasted kind of funny, too. They took a damp cloth and wiped
the spots where Karen had drooled all over it. If Billy had been older
then twelve there would have been another more embarrassing wet spot.
  
					 
By the time his parents came back the next day the floor was dry and
vacuumed back to normal.  Aunt Karen had changed into a pair of slacks
because there were still red marks visible on her legs. She wore long
sleeves and was careful not to let
the cuff of her shirt ride up to reveal the hint of red nylon tie
marks around her wrists.

Aunt Karen - Epilogue 
					 
Unfortunately Billy never had another opportunity to tie Aunt Karen
up. Even though there was a wide difference in their ages they always
remained close. Billy always thought that was because of the
games they had played and especially the night Karen almost didn't get
untied.
 
Although they never talked about the games they had played. Billy
often wondered how Aunt Karen had felt about being tied up. She must
have not minded it too much or she would not have agreed to play "Cops
and Robbers" the second time much less the third time. Billy
remembered that she had told him knew about tie-up games and she must
have grown up thinking it wasn't unusual for boys to play games where
the girl gets tied up.
 
She had seemed to get in to the role playing more than he might of
thought. Billy often wondered if she had any idea just how much he
really did like seeing girls tied up and liked tying them up even
more. He treasured the memories of when he tied her up playing cops
and robbers. He was sure Aunt Karen would be more than shocked if she
knew how many times Billy had masturbated while he recalled a vision
of her, his beautiful aunt, bound and gagged in her lingerie,
stockings and high heels.

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