My Kinky Daddy Ch2

But, I froze solid when I turned and saw my Aunt Jane standing firmly in the doorway of the guest room with her arms crossed in front of her chest.



"I knew I should have moved that box." Aunt Jane said as she looked past me gazing at the pictures strewn out all over the floor, and, the opened box where she could clearly see I'd touched and handled each of the dildo's, vibrators and butt plugs.



"I..... uh...... found the box under the bed and thought it might have old pictures of my Dad..... and, uh....." I stammered.



Aunt Jane reached out to take the VHS tape from my hands. "Emma," she said, holding the tape up in front of me, "this isn't a Disney movie, you know. But, you probably figured that out already, didn't you?"



"I'm sorry for snooping, Aunt Jane." I sighed. "I didn't know what was in there and once I opened the box, I simply couldn't just close it back up. It's like I was hooked, or something."



"Emma, don't misunderstand me. I'm not going to lecture you." She replied. "You're a big girl now and I can't change the fact that you found your father's private things. I wish it hadn't happened, but, I can't change any of that now. I suspect you've already seen too much for me to ignore it, though."



My Aunt stepped past me and dropped the tape she took from me into the box and pulled out a different one. "Here." She said, as she handed it to me. "This is the tape from the night your Mom and Dad met. If you're going to watch any of those tapes, you should probably see this one first."



Hesitantly, I reached out and took the tape from her. "Go ahead," she added, "there's nothing on here I'm ashamed of. But, if you watch it, you need to be ready to accept what you see. And, if I ever find out you held any of this against your father, ridiculed him or persecuted him for it, I am going to be very upset with you. Understand?"



I nodded my head and looked up at her. Then surprisingly, she smiled and stepped up next to me, put her arms around my shoulders and hugged me. "Come in with me while I change out of my work clothes and let's talk first, then we'll watch it together."



The look in Aunt Jane's eyes was remarkably calm. She seemed at ease, and as I made a move to bend down to pick up my shorts, she said, "You don't need your shorts, Emma. It's too late to be worried about your modesty. I already saw you touching yourself."



I blushed a beet red color with the knowledge she'd seen me rubbing myself through my panties. When she saw me turn red, she chuckled and said, "Don't worry about it, Sweetie. Every time I open that box I do the same thing, too." Then after a short pause, she smiled up at me and whispered, "If you thought the pictures were hot, just wait until you see the tapes."



Aunt Jane took my hand and led me into her bedroom and sat me down on the bed. As she started to unbutton her blouse, she looked at me and said "Since you've already seen the pictures, I might as well tell you how it all happened."



"It all started back when your father and I were in high school." Aunt Jane began. "It was the very end of our senior year, just after our eighteenth birthday if I remember correctly, and your father stayed home one day because he said he was sick. I'm sure he expected he'd be alone all day, but, right before lunch time that day, the power went out all over the school and they sent us home early."



"My friend Becky came home with me, and when we got to our house, Becky and I found your father lying on the bed in my room with a pair of my panties held to his nose, and he was masturbating like a crazy man." She went on to tell me, "He was lying there, completely naked, jerking himself for two or three minutes before he knew we were watching him. And when he finally saw us, he didn't have anything to cover himself with except my panties."



Aunt Jane went on to tell me how he pushed his way past them and ran out of her room, taking her panties with him. "Becky and I had never seen a guy masturbating," she told me, "so we told your father we'd keep quiet about it if he'd let us watch him do it..... you know, all the way – until he ejaculated."



I gasped when she said that, visualizing in my mind what it would be like to actually have a guy do that right in front of me. Aunt Jane chuckled when she saw my reaction. "You can't blame us for wanting to watch him, Emma." She said. "I'm sure you saw for yourself how big your father's penis is, and this was the chance of a lifetime for us."



"Well, he reluctantly agreed to do it." My Aunt explained as she stepped out of her slacks and stood in just her underpants. "We promised him we'd never say anything to anyone as long as he jerked himself for us and made himself cum."



"So, for the next thirty minutes, we made him stand in front of us while Becky and I sat on my bed and watched him do it. We made him start and stop several times, and each time he stopped stroking himself, we'd make him put his hands behind his back and we'd bend forward and get a close look at his cock. Becky wanted to see him actually sniffing my panties, so we made him hold them up to his nose and stroke himself some more while he smelled them." Aunt Jane said.



"After a while, though, he wouldn't stop jerking himself when we told him to stop." Aunt Jane said with a huge smile on her face. "We kept telling him to stop, but, he ignored us and kept on masturbating. He was like a wild man, Emma," she said, "he was inching closer and closer to the bed and we were leaning closer and closer out to him and then all of a sudden, he literally exploded, shooting these long globs of sperm all over my carpet and all over the two of us."



"Neither Becky or I was expecting anything like that, and we were both caught off guard by the amount of cum that came out of that monster in his hands." She said as she giggled. "We yelled at him to get out and then we both cracked up and rolled off the bed because we were laughing so hard. It was totally hilarious, Emma, I mean we were covered with little drops of sperm and laughing so hard I thought I was going to pee my pants right there."



Aunt Jane told me it was Becky's idea to tell him they'd have to punish him for spraying sperm all over them, so a week later, they gave him the bad news.



"I told him he'd have to let us spank him and then he'd have to masturbate for us again as punishment for spraying us with his cum. If he didn't do it, we'd tell all our friends how we caught him sniffing my panties and jerking his cock. Of course," Aunt Jane said, "he didn't want us to say anything, so he agreed to let us spank him and then after the spanking, he would jerk himself for us one more time and that would be the end of it."



"We spanked him the next day after school," Aunt Jane continued, "Becky made him take his clothes off in front of us, put on a pair of her panties and wear them while he got his spanking, telling him it was fair punishment considering what he'd been doing when we first caught him. He tried to talk us out of it, but, wanting to get it over with, he reluctantly agreed. The only thing was, while he was getting undressed, his cock started out soft, but the instant he pulled those panties up his legs, his cock got as hard as a steel rod."



"Becky started teasing him, asking him if he liked wearing panties. We were both laughing and watching his cock get harder and harder - pointing to his erection trying to poke through the fabric of the panties. Emma, the look on your father's face was priceless." My Aunt told me. "It was the ultimate mixture of humiliation and excitement, and I knew Becky was right. Your Dad was definitely excited to be wearing those panties."



Aunt Jane told me they teased him incessantly while they watched and giggled, but fearing they were running out of time, they made him get down on his hands and knees and they each took turns spanking him, taking five swats at a time until they had spanked him about thirty times on his panty covered butt.



Apparently, he stayed perfectly still and took his spanking like a man, but, as soon as the spanking was over, he suddenly collapsed into a ball on her floor and started to cry real tears.



"Well, I never expected he'd start to cry." Aunt Jane went on to tell me. "I didn't think we spanked him that hard."

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She felt bad about the way they'd teased and humiliated him, so Aunt Jane asked Becky to leave and she tried to console her embarrassed and humiliated brother. She told me he cried for a few more minutes, and after she apologized profusely a number of times, he abruptly got up and started to leave the room without even looking at her.



Aunt Jane said she realized as soon as he started to cry they had probably pushed him too far. She was sincerely trying to apologize to him when she noticed the front of his panties were soaking wet. He was extremely humiliated and embarrassed, making her promise she'd never tell Becky he'd gotten so worked up that he ejaculated inside her panties while he was being spanked.



"And that was the first time I ever spanked your father." Aunt Jane said. "That same night, though, our parents went grocery shopping after dinner and as soon as they left, I offered him a pair of my panties to masturbate with if he'd let me watch while he did it. And Emma," Aunt Jane said, making a point to get my attention, "that night was the start of a pretty regular routine where I'd let him have my worn panties and he'd put on a show for me."



"We both enjoyed it, Emma," Aunt Jane explained, "I loved seeing him do it and he loved sniffing my panties and jerking off in front of me. A month later, I pleaded with him to let Becky come over again and watch and he said she could if she brought him a pair of her worn panties. After that, it wasn't long before we were including another one of Becky's friends in our little game, and then another one my friends joined us, too. There were only two rules – the girls had to bring some nice panties he could sniff and keep, and everyone had to swear an oath not to ever tell anyone what we were doing."



"We never once forced him, Emma, I assure you. He loved doing it for us." Aunt Jane explained to me. "And we loved watching him. Sometimes he'd stay naked with us for hours at a time, flaunting himself and wagging that cock of his back and forth in front of us. We eventually expanded our games to where we started dressing him in bras and panties, and he really got off on that. Then, we started putting things in his butt, giving him spankings and making him do all kinds of embarrassing things – and he loved it. We all kept it quiet and no one ever knew what we were doing."



Aunt Jane turned and walked to her closet, slid open the door and pulled out a t-shirt. Then turning toward me, she reached behind her back and unclasped her bra. As her bra fell away, I couldn't help but stare at her large, floppy breasts and the big, dark nipples that anointed each one. Then, as I watched, she brought her hands up and cradled her breasts in the palms of her hands and tweaked her nipples between her thumbs and forefingers.



"I hate wearing a bra." Aunt Jane said as I looked up at her. I admit I'd been gawking at her breasts, and I must have had a shocked look on my face when she openly began to pinch those dark nipples because she smiled at me and said, "Oh, don't be so shocked, Emma. You'll never be able to get through watching those tapes if you can't deal with a little nudity. Besides," she continued, "we're both girls here, you know."



With that, Aunt Jane reached for her t-shirt and pulled it over her head and then down to her waist. Turning to look at herself in her mirror, she sneered at me playfully and said, "I'd give anything to have an ass like yours, though. Years ago," she added, slapping her buns with both hands, "I was nice and tight back here like you are."



I turned red again and felt a little self-conscious, but, Aunt Jane reached her hand out to me and told me she was sorry for embarrassing me. "Come on," she continued, "let's go watch that tape."



I sat down on the couch as Aunt Jane pushed the tape into the video player. "I think this night was the fourth time we'd used a video camera for our little get-togethers, and it was the first time your Mom came." Aunt Jane explained as she turned and came to sit next to me. "By this time, we had a group of six or seven girls that were regulars. Your father would drive up to the college on a Friday afternoon and then we'd go over to the sorority house that night."