"You know what I always do when I get a new special pair of panties? Igive them a kiss."I feel so humiliated as my mother slowly pushes the panties u... to mymouth. I just want this ordeal end, so I kiss the panties.My mother says, "I wasn't even sure if you'd gotten them as a present forme. But, since you've kissed them, they are officially the start of yourown collection of fine designer panties."Damn, why hadn't I told her the same lie I told the bank teller, thatthey were for her. I could. Her hard athletic body and firm tits were now pressed up against his. His aunt acted like she was trying to push him out of the way.Steve grabber both her arms and pushed her back away from him. Out of the corner of his eye he saw the old home gym machine that lay abandoned on the side of the room. He pushed his now struggling aunt towards it. His muscled body moved the woman's body like a c***d playing with a rag doll. "Now you will be royally fucked!" shouted Steve.Once at the machine Steve. She undid her shorts, and wriggled them over her hips. I love that motion, and she knew it. She was wearing a pair of black lace cheekies, and I just stared. This woman I’d never found particularly attractive now looked like the best thing on earth. Granted, it would be generous to say my brain still worked. But still! There was something slightly misted over in her eyes too now.“The underwear,” she almost panted.I pulled them down, and my now almost fully rigid penis sprang out. My eyes never. Then, with my right arm free, I could unlock everything else. That was the plan, at least.Oh, but that wasn’t all. I wanted to do some self-torture, not bondage-and-lying-around-doing-nothing. First, I made sure that I wouldn’t go crying for help. My house is pretty isolated, but it’s the principle of the thing! There are many types of gags: I used a couple of skewers through my tongue. They kept my tongue nicely stretched outside of my mouth, leaving me unable to make more than incoherent.