One day she saw me when I was coming outside asked me ” how are u? “.(this is the first convo happened between me and aunt).Me: fine. How about yo... ? Aunt: yeah I am very good ( chala bagunnanu) with a small laugh she is telling and where are you going now?Me: going to friends home to play .Aunt: boy or girl ?Me : boy only aunty.Even I started to open because she is talking very freely with me. So I became comfortable with her .Aunt: k go and play .Me : ok aunt bye.Some days we talked freely. She knew about my foot fetish and I couldn't wait to see her when she walked of the plane with her long hair, hourglass figure and those feet! I can't remember anything else about what she wore, but the shoes and exact color of her polish are etched in my memory banks. She had promised me unlimited access to them in our emails and phone calls, and as we waited for her luggage I couldn't get the image of those toes and heels dripping with my jizz out of my mind; I found myself absentmindedly. Yet this was something new and exciting. I didn't know why. It wasjust interesting to look at a naked teenage girl with small, firmbreasts with pointy pink nipples. A girl with hair above her pussywas also interesting and different from the other three girls. Mom'sbreasts and pussy were, of course, much more developed yet they didn'thave this effect on me.Sheila was excited by this new game. I could hear it in her voice,especially when she told us to line up and pose so that she could lookus. Inotice precum is already leaking out and filing the tip of condom.Me: How does it feel my little gimp?Him: I can barely feel anything mommy.Me: Good. This is how milkings will take place from now on. Remember toask permission before you cum!Him: Yes mommy!He never forgets. He is a good boy. I can't help but laugh at hispathetic situation. Tied up, getting milked by his dominatrix mother-now with very little sensation to enjoy. Before long, I notice his cockstart to swell, and his balls begin.