Aunt Cheryl’s Fun Afternoon (The Beginning)

It was Saturday afternoon when Cheryl pulled the car into the drive of her home and was surprised to see Paul’s Fiesta parked there. Cheryl and James had planned to be away for a long weekend and had only returned early because of a problem with the business that had to sorted out.

…Though Cheryl found this frustrating, she knew that it was their business was what afforded and made possible their so deliciously pleasurable long weekends. So sometimes business had to come first. James had gone to the office to try to sort it out, while Cheryl returned home…

So, Paul’s car should not be there as he knew there would be no-one home. Cheryl hoped there was nothing wrong, getting out of her car she could see Paul wasn’t sat in the car, and as he didn’t have a key for the house Cheryl thought perhaps, he would be in the garden at the back of the house. So, Cheryl walked around to the back of the house rather than just going in the front door, as obviously no-one would be inside. Paul would probably be sat on the patio, due to Cheryl and James not being home. Again, Cheryl was hoping that there was nothing wrong, for Paul to visit when he knew she and James weren’t home, and Cheryl did have a special soft spot for Paul.

...Paul, Cheryl’s nephew had started at the local University last year and Cheryl and James had promised Cheryl’s sister they would look out for him, being so far from home for the first time. So, over the last year Cheryl and James had invited Paul over at times, or for meals just to make sure he was alright and reassure Cheryl’s sister that her boy was doing fine at university. Cheryl after the first time, even more keen to have Paul visit, not to reassure her sister but because Cheryl had not seen Paul for a few years…her sister’s little boy as he was…but now Paul was all grown-up, and had grown-up well, very well in Cheryl’s view that at times, well most of the time when discussing it with James was an arousing sexual pleasurable view. James only encouraged Cheryl, agreeing that Paul was very fit and attractive, and was happy for Paul to visit as often as Cheryl wanted. Both would be happy for something to happen, but would allow Paul to initiate anything, as he was Cheryl’s nephew…


Cheryl walked round the house, but Paul was not sitting on the patio waiting for Cheryl or James to return, and the patio doors were open. Paul had obviously let himself in, without a key and knowing Cheryl and James weren’t home. Cheryl quietly went through the patio doors, not wanting to let Paul know she had come home early, and to find out what he was up to….and maybe use it to encourage Paul to have some fun with his Aunt Cheryl. It did not take long for Cheryl to guess what was happening as she heard the moans and voices coming faintly from upstairs, not just those of Paul but someone else too. Going into the dining room Cheryl seen that the ‘cupboard’ was open. The ’cupboard’ that Cheryl and James kept the computer equipment that stored the video feeds from the multiple cameras around the home.

…though not home security, for their ‘Parties’ Cheryl and James had found that setting up and taking down, wiring up multiple cameras was time consuming, so had cameras wired into every room and in some rooms multiple cameras all feed into one centre computer…

Paul obviously had found this. Initial shock passed as Cheryl could still hear the muffled voices and moans from upstairs, and now standing in front of the computer Cheryl opened a drawer and taking out and earpiece, to stay quiet, switched on the camera views on the main screen, though also looking at the additional screen which showed which recordings had been viewed, when and where. Paul and his friend had viewed a few of the many ‘private recordings’ on the computer, firstly in the living room (looking into living room area, Cheryl could see a couple of glasses on the table with a bottle of wine, which was empty…but also clothes discarded on the sofa and floor, male and female…) Cheryl becoming more eager to view the home’s cameras. For what was happening now, but also knowing that any movement is recorded, imagining what had occurred in the living room and Paul getting naked and while watching his Aunt’s secret party recordings. Cheryl becoming increasingly aroused could not stop her hand, did not want to stop her hand sliding between her legs to enjoy what she hoped to see on the computer screen, as the various cameras scrolled and Cheryl clicked on the one of her and James bedroom…
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đến MarriedButHorny2020 : I just enjoy being a dirty old man. Very few people know it,apart from you!
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đến samd4b : That is the problem...intend to continue to write more, but distracted by porn....or even chatting while watching porn with dirty old men like you :wink: - no offence only pleasure :wink:  
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đến wanxalott : Thanks Joe, there is more to come....the start is only to set the scene for what kinkiness is to come :wink: 
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đến MarriedButHorny2020 : Me too. Life just isnt long enough to enjoy everything, what with watching porn, writing and reading stories, and even chatting to dirty old men like you - no offence meant8 I love doing it!
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wanxalott
intrigueing start.....
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đến samd4b : Thanks, there is a lot more to write down, mind has a whole long story in it, just keep getting distracted by porn while on here to get thoughts written down :wink: lol. 
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Look forward to enjoying the story develop. I love to read well written erotic stories - you are up there with the best.
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đến GeordieJoanne : I intend to GeordieJoanne, hope you enjoy what is to come :wink: x
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Well if you start you should finish the story 
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đến NewKnickers2020 : Thanks and more to come, writing for a friend on here she is my Muse
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More please
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