During the night cuddled up with ex sis in law, she had a nightmare. I woke her from it as best I could but it was still startling for her and she turned

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During the night cuddled up with ex sis in law, she had a nightmare. I woke her from it as best I could but it was still startling for her and she turned from being spooned against my front to facing me. She was pressing in very tightly and once she was awake I got her to tell me what it was about. She would not tell me but stayed tight in against me and without thinking I just talked to her softly and told her I loved her and that she was safe. But since we are sleeping together platonically but both find it more natural to sleep naked, our platonic solution has been that I sleep in snug underwear and she sleeps in p****** and a tank or a sports bra. Holding her tightly to me and the scent and warmth of her in my arms had me painfully erect and bent down in my underwear between us. I was gently stroking her bare shoulders pulling her in tight and by instinct my hand went to the small of her back and i felt bare skin. She murmured and squirmed in my arms and pressed in even more tightly. When she realized what she was feeling against her stomach her hand went briefly to the front of my underwear as she confirmed what she was feeling. Her hand did not move and I was about to lose mg mind but clung to platonic sanity and did not go with what I wanted. She buried her face in my neck and said she was sorry that I was so wound up and that she could not give me what I wanted. I felt her hand tighten slightly as she still gripped me and she squirmed and moaned softly. Said that she was sorry again and to please not think she did not feel safe with me. Her hand left my groin, came back briefly, and left again. Her breath and panting on my neck was killing me. I moved away from her, sliding up higher in the bed, and she clung to me asking me to please keep holding her tightly. I told her if she truly felt safe then she needed to trust me. I put a pillow level with my chest and had her lay on her side still facing me, and put my hand on the back of her head pressing her face into my chest. She kissed my bare chest and briefly licked my skin. I am in good but not great shaoe, a little soft, and I told her to open het mouth, she did so and I pulled her open mouth directly onto my n*****. In the dim light I saw her eyes widen but she could not stop herself from gently suckling. She whimpered and began to do so more strongly and i felt her teeth sink in gently. An intoxicating shock ran thru me and I pulled her in tightly. She was breathless and stopped and gasped and looked up at me and I told her to let herself have it, it would be fine. It was non stop rapture to feel her latched on and suckling. I had no words for it but it was very emotional and sheer bliss to nurture her this way. She slowly began to increase in how she did it and was eventually throwing a leg over my hip and began to slowly grind her p**** clad hips against me. I bent my knee and gently moved my leg forward and she immediately began to grind against me. It was getting heated and i felt her teeth sinking into my chest around my n*****, and I knew it was going too far for her, especially when her hand snaked down between us and clamped onto my aching erection, still trapped and pointing down in my underwear, a slow blend of cupping and squeezing and long slow fingertip strokes of the entire hard length of me. But I did not want this to violate her feeling of safety so I gently took her hand off me. She broke off my n***** and said please, but I pulled her back onto my n***** and placed her hand down to the waistband of her p******. She stiffened for a moment but realized I was giving her my blessing, and her hand slid down into her p******, where I felt it moving as she masturbated while latched onto my n***** and i felt the hot slick wetness soaking thru her p****** on my peg. Soon she was whimpering and moaning non stop on my n***** and her teeth sank in painfully and I moaned to her yes, that’s it, let yourself c**, and her body was shaking violently as she came, biting harder into my chest and almost screaming as she sucked hard and long thru it, her breathe hissing loudly thru her nostrils. She eventually broke off the latch amd gasped and only muttered “f***” a few times as i just held her tightly and stroked her hair and cheek. When her breathing slowed she stroked a fingertip and said she had probably left a hell of a mark around my n***** and I told her I would spank her for it later. She laughed and stayed warm in my arms. She said my name once as she started to speak and I told her to please shut up, nothing needed to be said now. She asked if we could trade sides of the bed and asked if she coild latch onto the other n***** and I gladly let her. She drifted off eventually and I simply savored all of it while I kept her warm and safe, realizing that I would go without s** gladly if she would spend every night like this. When she did wake or stir, she simply latched back on again. When we got up the next morning she asked if we could shower, and get something to eat, and we were still just talking generally, but when we went to watch movies on the sofa she stretched out across my lap, her arm went around my neck, and she latched on again as I cradled her closely and nurtured her. This was slower and gentler, but still arousing, and we both left unspoken the fact that we were both soaking our underwear as we drifted in this perfect place we had discovered.

New Confession

Living with aunt….i had been living with her for a week and it was good for me because she was monitoring me non stop but also giving me a safe outlet and managing me to stop letting my obsession with self pleasure consume me. Morning showers with her felt like they gave me more than just empty self indulgence. It was a wonderful experience and it was also getting me strongly attached to her. One night when i woke woth urges i obeyed her rule and went to her for cuddling and affection to help me avoid the self abuse. This time waa different though because she was sleeping bare and the urge got stronger and when i thought she was asleep i started touching myself. I found it impossible to stop was doing it as gently as i could and even though i was afraid of her realizing or finding the evidence the next morning i convinced myself that it was a different version of shower time. And that thinking was my mistake. Suddenly she spoke in the dark….simply saying she was so disappointed in me. I froze and started sobbing and apologizing. She remnded me that she had said there would be consequences and now i was going to realize it the hard way. I found myself at her direction lying on my stomach, bare, my erect flesh bent painfully downward between my legs, forced to put my hands in the small of my back and soundly spanked with the back of her hairbrush. It was not cruel but not gentle by any means. I was soon sobbing for mercy and saying how sorry i was but she did not stop and i was honestly panicking. She stopped briefly and told me not to move. She left for several moments and when she came back she ordered me to change position to what was basically head down a s s up but hands still in the small of my back. Then she began again and it seemed so much worse, because i learned afterwards she had gone to get a wooden spoon and she was spanking me not only on my cheeks but also the backs of my thighs. It seemed to go on forever and i was sobbing and pleading, i guess it would be described as i was broken mentally. She began a cycle of spanking and lecturing me. Basically boiled down to look what she was trying to do for me, modifying her life and home for me, and if i did not change my ways all i would do is prove that i was just a dirty helpless little mastur bator like my mother had said. She told me that the next time she caught me touching myself again without her permission that i would get spanked by the belt, and i learned that she had also while she was gone gotten my belt and she gave me several strikes with it and told me to remember what that felt like and how much worse it would be if it happened again. Finally it was over and i was sent back to my own bed to sob myself to sleep.

She wike me the next morning and told me to get dressed and join her in the living room. When i got there she handed me the phone after dialing my parents and i had to explain what i had done. She also talked to my mother herself so i could hear both sides of the conversation and they made sure that i heard my mother agree that my aunt punishing me was completely acceptable to my mother. There was no morning shower time that day nor was i allowed to touch myself before bedtime.

The next morning my aunt woke me and told me to get dressed and come to the living room again. When i got there the two sisters who lived next door and were the landlords (and my aunt’s long time lesbian lovers) were sitting there. My aunt made me admit why i was actually living there and what had happened, because the houses were close enough that they had heard my sobbing and screaming for mercy. My aunt made me confess what i had done and even made me say to them that i was a dirty little mas tur bator. She ordered me to turn and pull my pants down and show them the bruises on my cheeks. I was sobbing again at the humiliation. They told my aunt they understood now, and my aunt asked them if for some reason it was necessary in the future if they would do her the favor of babysitting me. They expressed sympathy for my aunt and told her they would be happy to and even gave their own opinion on my problem.

After they left it was a quiet day between my aunt and me and at bedtime i was told that i was no longer allowed to sleep or even be alone in my room. I felt so ashamed and miserable.

The next morning my aunt woke me and told me she was ready to put my filthy behavior in the past and try to move forward, and welcomed me to a resumption of our morning showers together. I became e r ect but was terrified to even want to touch myself. When we got in the shower my aunt simply showered normally and got dried off and put her robe on, and sat on the closed toilet lid and just looked at me and told me to go ahead. I tried but was so mentally affected and afraid that i couls not finish and even went limp. My aunt seemed pleased and told me she felt i had learned my lesson for now and that if i continued to behave like i should and to not defile or degrade her or myself that she had decided to give me what she called a special treat.

To be continued.

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