Rate this story I don’t know why I fantasised about my Aunty J. She was a small, thin lady in her early sixties, with a small bust. But I longed to have her thin fingers wrapped around my prick. I wanted my Aunty J to wank me off. And that is all I wanted, no sex, just a good wank. So, one day at a birthday party, a hypnotist was booked to provide the entertainment and this is what gave me my idea. I watched with awe as he had my Aunt barking like a dog and crowing like a...
