I really love that Playful hours – 2

“I really love that playful hours” Part-2 Continues……

I just sat there and stared. I couldn’t believe what I was seeing for one. It had to be some sort of freakish coincidence. Though I knew deep down inside, it wasn’t. I was sitting there staring at my own Aunt, though she of course had no clue that it was me who was looking at her. The emotions I felt, the first of which was suddenly being scared shitless, and an odd thing to feel…yet I was.

Combined with that, the excitement, arousal, well off the scale, nervousness, confusion. So many emotions all at once, all wrapped up in a big knot that had suddenly filled my gut. I didn’t know which one to deal with first, or how I was even going to. And when she IM’d me again, I knew I had taken too long in answering her back.

Naughty time: “You there????”

Home Alone: “Yeah…sorry, my keyboard froze up,” I explained lying to her. And then I realized I had another problem to deal with, which for the moment, I needed to lie about as well until I could think things through better, not taking any risks or unnecessary chances here. “And…my web cam’s acting up, can’t seem to get it to come on line,” I likewise lied.

Naughty time: “Oh damn, but you can still see me right?” she asked.

“Oh yeah, ” I answered back. You look damn hot too!” I added, which she did, but I was also stalling for time here, trying to think, still trying to work through this jumble of emotions I was feeling. And while doing that, catching bits and pieces as she sat there moving about slightly in her seat. Behind, the room now only takes on noticeable significance, something I hadn’t focused on or been all that interested in before.

Now I was. Sure enough, the simple bookcases behind, though enough distance away that I couldn’t read any titles. And yet, a few well known, very familiar art pieces my father collected sitting there upon a couple of the shelves. That, and a small picture frame of the three of us together taken years ago when I was just a kid. Even though I couldn’t make out the three individuals in the photo, there was no mistaking where my Aunt was at. Sitting in my father’s private study, using his PC.

I wish now I had taken better note of the surroundings from before, though I knew Aunt Victoria had a similar setup in her home. Similar enough perhaps, though she’d kept the camera on her body a lot closer last night than she had it sitting now. Purposely giving me more of a view of her almost full body, her breasts of course, and then on down towards her still covered crotch, though her hands even then seemed to be pressing against it.

“I did what you asked…want to see?”

My nervous, yet excited prick had begun growing. It was the most bizarre situation I had ever been in before, in my entire life. “Yes!” I simply responded, not knowing what else to say. And I knew, even as I looked at my monitor, what I was about to see. Sure enough, as my Aunt lifted her ass just a little, her hands coming down to suddenly pull off those now very sexy beige shorts matching her camisole top, I now saw a pair of brief bikini panties, and they had a bit of a bulge in them.

“Guess what it is?” She asked, adding an LOL behind that.

My cock was rock-hard, but my lungs had collapsed, or so it felt like, for a moment finding it hard to even breathe. “Show me!” I simple-typed once again.

“No…guess,” she responded back. “What do you think I have in my pussy? And just so you know, it’s been in there all afternoon long too!”

Thoughts suddenly filled my head, wondering now if she had it inside her when she came down to invite me up for dessert. Did she have it inside her then? Was she in fact walking around with a banana, buried deeply inside her cunt, just as I’d asked her…asked Naughty Time to do for me.

When she pressed her breast against my shoulder looking at the erotic photo she had chosen, was it in her even then? When she flashed me there in the kitchen, showing me her tits…tits I was hopefully going to see again here momentarily.

Was it the banana in my Aunt’s cunt turning her on, lessening her inhibitions perhaps, already horny, already aroused, and simply doing what she did, because of that? I felt frozen in my chair, my hard cock momentarily forgotten strange as that was, still holding my breath, now typing.

“A cucumber?”

Naughty time: “LOL, Nope! Guess again,” she responded back, though on the screen I watched as she lowered her panties just a little. A small tiny tuft of fur is now beginning to show.

“Hmm, a Zucchini then?” “Guess again!” She typed, lowering her panties a bit more, the object, though I knew what it was, just fractions away from being revealed now.

“You’ve got a banana in your pussy!”

“Yes I do!” she responded, and then yanked down her bikini briefs, exposing herself fully, the curved end of the half ripe banana just barely sticking out. “This what you wanted to see?”

I wanted to melt. I did, and I had…and now knowing that my very own Aunt was sitting upstairs in my father’s study, talking to me…though she didn’t know it, with a half ripe banana sticking out of her cunt, nearly made me pop off right then and there. My lust now taking over, the nervousness and fear slowly dissipating. This was simply too good to pass up, fuck up, or ignore.

“What I want to see is for you to masturbate with it, and then tell me how it felt today, being inside you all afternoon long,” I then added. I now finally stood up, quickly stripping off my clothing, retaking my seat…naked, cock in hand, as I watched the little prompt telling me that Naughty Time was busy typing. She typed a lot. I stroked a lot waiting to see what she’d written.

“Before I do that,” she began. “I have another naughty little secret to share, something I think you’ll enjoy knowing. It just so happens I’ve been visiting with my sister all day. And the entire time that I have, I’ve had this banana inside me, letting it arouse me, please me, tease me, without her even knowing I had been. How’s that for starters?”

“Holy fuck!” I typed back, my arousal, excitement escalating beyond reason. I clasped my dick, a thick drool of precum oozing out of the tip, using my hand to further slick it’s essence over my hard steel-like cock, I slid my hand up and down my shaft, now typing with one hand, slowly for sure, as I did. “Tell…me…more.”

“Jerking off are we?”


“Nice…ok, wait one.”

Once again, I sat watching the prompt telling me she was busy typing, staring at the screen, her hands up working the keyboard, though that banana continued to sit there staring at me. It had almost slid completely out once, she had had to pause, reaching down, pushing it back in. I had seen the milky-white coating of her arousal covering it just before she did.

Finally the reply came. “I told her what I had inside me…why I was doing it. She was surprised at first, seeing that, knowing that. But it turned her on too. She wanted to know more, so we talked about it, me…still having the banana inside me. She’s never done that before, believe it or not. And at first, I was more shocked to discover that I had.

But I could also see it was turning her on a little too. We laughed about it, teased one another while we fixed dinner together, and then later, while eating. Even washing dishes with others around, secretively, knowing it was in there. And then…she put one inside herself too, or rather I did. How’s that for naughty!”

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