Aunt Stories

A story in the The Slut Mommie Paradigm Universe
A confused, effeminate, orphaned young man is taken in by his massively endowed, man-hating lesbian aunt. She makes it clear he must dress to hide his masculinity. Follow his slow acceptance of the role she has for him.

My aunts clothes dryer went on the fritz so after I fixed it I hit the john. Spying a gold bra I had to try it and auntie walks in without knocking, she was not mad and liked the results of donning her bra and one hard thing led to another.

My origin was a bad start. You can't imagine a more spoiled rotten mean little kid than I was. My story has a villain, but no heroes. I am the villain. No matter how I spin it or excuse myself, I'll never come out remotely heroic. I'm the predator, and the characters portray my victims. You won't learn much about them. Their character development is skimpy and stereotyped. Though they were my half-siblings I never knew them well so I can't tell what I don't know.

The nanny was a committed nudist and she loved to show it all as often as possible. Her nephew was young but willing to bare all if it meant he would be allowed to lose his virginity once and for all.

Incest story featuring a disabled man and his Aunt.

Novel type: incest, mother, son, sister, mother-in-law, teacher. Mom finally realized that she made a wrong choice. She was like a beautiful candle stuck in my big candlestick, unable to move or resist. It was like meat on a chopping board, so uncomfortable.

I saw [Night Raid Card*1] disappear directly. Then a pop-up window appeared [Night Raid Card Used Successfully] The doll representing the mother suddenly yawned, and a big pillow appeared in her hand. She lay on it and fell asleep, with big snot bubbles coming out of her nose. If the doll is connected to the mother's mental state, is the mother asleep now? Is the system so awesome that the outside world is forced to switch to night?