Part 1: The Bait

“Aunt Trippy, I’m here with your groceries!” Natalia announced as she carried four heavy bags of food into her Aunt’s foyer. “I’m still not sure why you couldn’t have gotten these yourself! It’s not like you’re decrepit or anything.”

To be fair, Natalia didn’t quite understand why she agreed to get her aunt the groceries in the first place. She was on her way home from work when her text popped up on the phone.

-Think you could pick up some fruit, eggs, and steak for your, Auntie?-

Natalia scowled, irritated that her Aunt Trippy didn’t understand the concept of boundaries. No one else in the family dealt with her except Natalia.

-It too far out of my way. Can’t-

Natalia tapped back while stopped at a light.

-Please, dear. Be a good niece –

A spiral emoji popped up at the end of the text. Natalia blinked.

-Yes. Alright.-

An hour later, there she was in her aunt’s kitchen, dropping off the provisions she swore she wouldn’t fetch. She never understood how Aunt Trippy always ended up getting her way.

“Aww, why thank you, sweetums!”

Natalia’s middle-aged, ex-hippie Aunt Trippy, breezed into the kitchen wearing a pair of faded jeans and nothing else, her heavy breasts bobbling with each step.

“Oh, Auntie!” Natalia said, shielding her eyes. “Do you have to walk around topless? This isn’t a nudist colony!”

“My house my rules!” Aunt Trippy said, crossing her arms, casually lifting up her bust in the process. “We’re family, Nattie, there’s no problem seeing each other’s bodies…”

Trippy stood up tall and proud, using her folded arms to sway her nipples in small circles. Natalia’s eyes were drawn to the motion like magnets.

“uh, sure. There’s no problem…” It was her house, after all, Natalia reasoned. She could dress how she liked.

“Glad we agree!” said Trippy, giving her niece a warm hug and peck on the cheek. She opened one of the bags and began taking out the perishables. “I’m so lucky to have such a caring niece like you.”

“I still don’t see why you needed me to get this,” Natalia said, leaning against the kitchen counter. “Didn’t you mention that you had hired help now, or something?” Trippy was well-off but hardly loaded. How was she affording a personal, live-in butler?

“Oh, I gave Geoff the week off. He’s young, y’know? He needs to have some time to enjoy himself. Well, enjoy himself past waiting on me hand and foot, anyway!”

Tippy cackled, a wild gleam in her eye.

Natalia nodded. Geoff. That was his name. For some reason she thought he sounded familiar, but every time she thought too hard about it, she would start getting distracted with thoughts of kitties and would end up giggling to herself, completely oblivious to what she had been wondering about.

“Nat? You okay, honey?”

Natalia snapped her head back to her aunt, popping out of her daydream.

“Sorry, I just zoned out for a second. I’m good, meow.”

Trippy smiled from the side of her mouth.

“Come to the back patio, Nattie. I need your help with something.”

Aunt Trippy thought enough to throw on a billowy shirt before sliding open the glass door and walking out on her tiled patio. Natalia followed, squinting in the afternoon sunlight.

“What is it?” she asked, impatiently.

“That’s what!” Trippy said and pointed. Natalia followed her gaze and saw a tall man in a tattered shirt painting his house on the other side of the backyard fence. The man was wide, but hardly overweight, with sturdy muscles bulging along his arms and a halo of salt and pepper hair. He looked like he was maybe in his late forties or early fifties.

Natalia turned back to her aunt, unsure what she was getting at. The look on Trippy’s face told her all she needed to know. Her aunt was eye-fucking her handyman neighbor with a horny grin that could’ve melted lead.

“His name is Ben,” Trippy said, watching the older man hoist a lawn bag over his shoulder. “He’s a tough, powerful, old piece of fuck meat and I want him, Nattie. I want him so bad! Can you just imagine those big, strong hands feeling up your Auntie’s luscious tits, his fingers rolling my puffy nipples and his big, hard pr—”

“Oh, god! Auntie! Stop!” Natalia said, pressing her hands over her ears. “I don’t need to picture that!”

“Oh, don’t be silly!” Aunt Trippy said, smacking Natalia’s arm. “We’re almost the same age. And I deserve a good man around the house. Someone to help fix the cabinets, to fix bathroom faucet, to handle my other drippy faucet.”

Trippy ran her tongue under her bottom lip, shooting her niece a lascivious look.

“What about his wife, or his girlfriend?” Natalia asked.

“Nope. He’s a widower. Poor guy doesn’t get out much. Spends most of his nights watching kung fu movies. Jacks off to porn sometimes.”

“Shit! Aunt Trippy, have you been spying on this guy?”

“It’s not my fault he doesn’t use curtains!” Trippy said defensively.

Natalia smacked her palm to her forehead.

“Okay, so you want a new boyfriend. Good for you! What do I have to do with it?”

“I need your help getting him over and primed for seduction,” Aunt Trippy said, lowering her voice and herding Natalia back inside. “Trust me, I know about these things dear. I don’t just want an easy fuck. I want to tame him, really get him so messed up in the head that I could tie him up in my panties and he’d just smile along.”

Natalia shook her head in disgust. “I’m still waiting for that part where I come in.”

“The best way into a man’s head is through misdirection. You’re going to be my little distraction, dear.”

“What?! No!” Natalia all but jumped back. “I don’t mind helping you with a few chores, but I’m not going to be bait for your skeevy old boyfriend!”

Aunt Trippy pressed her lips into a thin line and inhaled slowly through her nose. “Now, dear, that’s not how a good niece behaves.”

She held up her finger a few inches in front of Natalia’s eyes and began to wave it in a slow, steady circle.

“You want to be a good niece for me, don’t you?” Aunt Trippy said in her low, breathy voice.

“Hey! Stop that! You know I don’t …like it…when…when…” Natalia’s eyes circled around and around with her Aunt’s slender finger. She had seen this before and she knew it usually did something to her. She knew she should look away but the gentle motion was so easy to follow.

“When I do what, sweetie?” Trippy asked innocently. “You love it when I draw soft little circles in front of your eyes…doesn’t it make you happy?”

It did! It did make Natalia happy. She felt a placid smile spreading across her face even as she tried to shake her head no.

“No…you’re making me…dumb…”

“Dumb and happy, isn’t that right? It’s so easy to be happy when you’re dumb and brainless. Just listening to everything your Aunt Trippy says. It’s so fun to be dumb!”

“Fun to be dumb?” Natalia asked, nervously. The swinging finger was getting closer and closer and Natalia could feel her brain getting lighter the closer it came.

“That’s right! So happy and dumb for your Aunt Trippy! So fun to be dumb. Fun to be dumb. Fun to be dumb…”

“Fun to be dumb…fun to be dumb…fun to be dumb…” Natalia repeated mindlessly as her eyes crossed, trying to focus on Trippy’s circling finger.

“Mm-hmm, so fun to be dumb…and so ready to be delicious fuck bait for your wonderful Aunt Trippy!”

“Fuck bait…” Natalia echoed right before Aunt Trippy’s finger tapped her forehead sending her brain plummeting down into darkness.

Trippy had to catch Natalia by the waist and lower her onto the couch. She stood up, admiring her grown niece, so helpless and vulnerable to her power. Trippy whipped off her shirt and snuggled close, wedging Natalia’s face into the warm, fragrant valley of her cleavage. She felt the young girl’s body melt a little more as she surrendered to Trippy’s pillowy tits.

Aunt Trippy chuckled to herself and moved her lips close to Natalia’s ear.

“Listen closely, Nattie. Do what your Aunt Trippy says. Tomorrow you’ll remember you have to come over to Auntie’s house at three in the afternoon. And don’t worry about that stud boyfriend of yours. I'll tell you exactly how to handle him.

“Just listen…”

Ben Huckman had just finished mowing the lawn for the day and was stepping out of the shower, looking forward to a quiet evening at home, when a knock at the door interrupted his plans. Grumbling, he dragged himself to his threshold and cautiously cracked open the door. A young, curvy girl with short black hair and glasses stood on his front stoop. She wore a t-shirt that was at least two sizes too small and held her hands innocently behind her back, causing her tits to not-so-innocently jut straight out.

“Hi! Sorry to bother you, but my aunt could really use your help,” she said, cocking her head girlishly to the side.

Ben hesitated, not sure what this hot, young babe’s game was.

“Who’s your Aunt?” he asked.

“She lives in the unit behind you? Tryptophalia Peters? We always just called her Aunt Trippy.”

Ben thought for a moment.

“Oh. Oh! The hippy chick who suns herself topless on her patio?” Ben coughs, a little embarrassed to have blurted all that out. “Sorry, but she just doesn’t say much and that…uhm…well, her reputation around the neighborhood.”

The girl laughed, her smile lighting up the entire block. “That’s her alright! She’s pretty…uhm… liberated? I guess I should be grateful. Everyone says I inherited her best traits…”

The girl looked over the top of her glasses as she leaned forward, her tits shaking under the worn, black t-shirt. Ben couldn’t help but notice two very erect nipples poking through the thin fabric, unencumbered by a bra.

“Her best traits like her pretty smile?” said Ben, amused that such a young woman was flirting with him.

Natalia giggled stupidly.

“Oh! You’re so funny! No, not her smile, silly!” The young woman rocked on her hips.

Ben decided to finally bite.

“So, what did your Aunt Trippy need help with?”

“Oh, she says she needs to put up a shelf. Do you think you could bring over some tools and help us?”

Ten minutes later, Ben arrived at Aunt Trippy’s house with his powerdrill and toolbox.

“Oh, thank you so much, Ben!” Trippy exclaimed, showing up to her doorway in a flowing silk robe, the psychedelic patterns of royal purple and neon blue and pink doing little to distract Ben’s gaze away from her plunging cleavage. “I bought a new shelf and just really needed a man who knows how to screw.”

“Aunt Trippy!” Natalia scolded.

“Oh, you’re right, Natalia,” Trippy said with a chuckle. “What kind of a host am I not offering my handyman some refreshments? Can I get you some lemonade?”

“Uhm, sure thanks, Mrs. Peters,” Ben said, trying not to look flushed.

“Oh, please! It’s just Aunt Trippy, at least when my darling niece is around.”

The two shared an awkward laugh. Natalia rolled her eyes.

“Natalia, dear? Why don’t you show Ben where I want the shelf while I fix up some treats. Be a good niece, now!”

“Yes, Auntie…” Natalia said, automatically. Grabbing Ben by the wrist, she gently peeled him away from ogling her Aunt’s chest and led him down into the living room. A metal brace and slat of wood lay against a bare wall.

“She wants it there, just about head height,” Natalia explained. “Do you need anything to…”

Natalia trailed off. Ben was already measuring the length of the board and marking out the studs in the drywall with his yellow plastic detector. Natalia sat back on the couch as Ben went to work. She never thought she’d be into older guys, but it was like there was a little voice in her head making her gawk at Ben’s powerful arms and shoulders as she pressed his weight against the screw gun. Whenever he turned around, she made sure to let her eyes linger just a second too long and then flash him an embarrassed smirk. She smiled, noticing the extra color in his cheeks. For some reason it just felt so naughty to make Ben nervous.

“Okay, and that should do it!” He said, stepping back to ensure the shelf looked straight. ‘Think your aunt will like it?”

“Oh, it’s perfect!” Aunt Trippy said from the hallway, entering the living room with a tray of lemonade. “Just where I wanted it! Thirsty?”

She handed Ben a glass dripping with condensation. He smiled and gulped down a large mouthful.

“Thanks ma’am…mmm, sweet!”

“I told you before, handsome,” Trippy smiled, a stray curling lock draping over her wide, pretty face. “Just call me Aunt Trippy. Everyone in the family calls me that.”

“No, they don’t!” Natalia retorted. “Everyone in the family stays as far away from you as they can. I’m the only one that has the patience to deal with you!”

Ben expected Natalia’s aunt to bark back and put her niece in her place. Instead, the older, buxom lady smiled sweetly at Ben, with a sideways grin that told him to take Natalia’s outburst with a grain of salt.

“Oh, these silly young people, always trying to embarrass their elders,” she said as she turned towards Natalia, stalking towards her like a hungry tiger. “Do you have kids, Ben?”

“Uhm…yeah. A boy and a girl, but there’re grown up and moved away now. My daughter comes to visit with her family sometimes.”

“Hmm…you must be a fun grandpa, probably built your daughter’s kiddies some fun toys?”

“Well, I built them their own swing set last summer.”

“That’s adorable!” Trippy said as she stepped around Natalia, her hands sliding over the younger woman’s shoulders. Natalia’s eyes widened. She knew her Aunt was up to something, but, for some reason, she couldn’t muster the willpower to speak up. “They must be some well-behaved children, strong and polite like you? Sadly, I have more stubborn personalities to deal with sometimes,”

Trippy twirled her finger under Natalia’s chin, making her niece haughtily jerk her head away.

“But the nice thing about aging gracefully is how many fun little tricks you pick up along the way,” she walked her fingers delicately up Natalia’s neck, each step as delicate as a creeping spider. She curled her fist at the very top of Natalia’s scalp. “Like how to keep your mouthy niece respectful by melting her mind.”

“Melt my mind? Wait! Don’t—”

Too late. Aunt Trippy lightly tapped her other hand on top of her fist as if she was cracking an egg. She let her fingers spread down Natalia’s head, her nails raking into her skull. The sensation was oddly thrilling and the brunette gasped as electric tingles overtook her brain.

“Ugh…” Natalia’s head slumped under Trippy’s hand. The older woman giggled and swirled Nat’s head around like a gentle whirlpool.

“Now dear, I didn’t do this,” Trippy scolded her niece. “You did this, when you blabbed about what your stuck-up mother and her living-dead husband think of me. But that’s okay, you know why?”

“Wh-whhhyyyy…?” Nat slurred, her eyes rolling around in her head. She looked like a life-sized puppet being controlled by Trippy’s silky hand.

“Because you have me to brainwash you and help you have fun!” She ran her fingers down Nat’s head again. “Feel that mind getting meltier now.”

“M-meltierrr…brainwashed….have fun…” Natalia said in a sing-song voice, her lips curling into a placid smile.

“Good. And you know what’s really fun for good, obedient nieces?” Trippy said, turning Nat’s head to gaze into her eyes.

“Wwwhaaaat?” said Nat, stupidly.

“Showing off their tits, of course!” Trippy squealed. “Go on! Lift up that shirt and give our guest a nice view of the mountains. Doesn’t that sound so fun?”

“Mmmm…so fun!” Nat giggled as she rolled up her shirt above her plump breasts, letting them sway completely exposed in front of Ben. Trippy beamed and softly fondled the younger woman’s perky rack.

Across the room, Ben stared at them in abject shock.

“What…what’s going on? What are you doing to her?” he asked, his eyes wide with alarm.

“I’m just helping her to learn her place. Trust me she doesn’t mind at all. Do you, Natalia?”

“No, Auntie…” Nat said, dreamily. “I don’t mind at all…”

“Because you have no mind at all. I melted it all away, and that feels good, doesn’t it?”

“Yes…no mind at all…melted it…feels good…” she droned. Trippy took her hand off her head.

“You know what else would feel good? Playing with those sensitive nipples of yours. Why don’t you just take a little brain vacation and tease your nipples for a while. Let yourself float along with the pleasure. No need to worry about what Ben and I are talking about.”

“Mmm…yes…play with my nipples…go on vacation…don’t worry about what you’re talking about…”

Ben watched as Nat tweaked and rubbed her nipples, letting her breasts jiggle in her hands as she smiled rapturously, her eyes lost in a mist of pleasure. Part of him felt like he should be jumping to his feet, shaking the young woman awake, calling the police, or something. But, for some reason, his body refused to respond to his demands to get up. He just felt himself sinking deeper into the chair, his eyes instinctively drawn to her erect nipples, following along with Nat’s fingers. What was wrong with him?

“You…you can’t do this…not…right…” Even speaking was difficult for him just then.

“Oh dear!” Trippy said, feigning shock. “Now you’re starting to sound just like her prude parents. Can’t you see she enjoys it? Look how happy she is.”

Nat’s eyes rolled back in her head as she smiled and cooed to herself, her fingers dancing across her nipples. Ben had to admit, he’d seen worse sights in his life.

“But you…did something to her…” Ben struggled with all his might and managed to get his arm to fall off the armrest and into his lap. It flopped over lifelessly.

“Can’t…move…” he muttered.

“Oh, no,” Trippy leaned against the side of Ben’s chair, her fingernails gently tracing his jawline. “You’re not going anywhere for a while, handsome. Not with the generous dose of muscle relaxants I stirred into your lemonade.”

Ben started to panic. He desperately tried to move his arms, his back, his legs, anything. It felt like every muscle in his body had turned to pudding. He barely managed to flop his body uselessly on the chair.

“Now, now,” Trippy said, laying a hand across his chest. “We can’t have your struggling to your feet. You could hurt yourself, silly. Just lay back and relax…”

Trippy reached down and pulled the lever of the recliner, throwing Ben onto his back as the chair stretched out, lifting his feet. She propped his head up with a pillow, making sure he had a level view of Natalia as she continued to grope and tease herself.

“There now, you can’t tell me you don’t like what you see, can you?” Trippy said, her lips brushing the side of Ben’s ear. Before he could respond, Trippy snaked a hand down his body and let it rest on the bulge of his crotch, derailing his thoughts. She skillfully unzipped his fly and pulled out his haf-erect cock.

“There, I bet that’s relaxing, isn’t it? You can just gaze at the hot, young piece of ass in front of you and let Aunt Trippy play with this yummy toy of yours. So nice, so soothing to be played with. It’s not like you can resist anyway. Just lay back and enjoy…”

Ben groaned slightly as his body responded to Trippy’s touch and Natalia’s display. He felt his cock grow larger and stiffer, further jumbling his addled brain.

“Wh-why?” he asked.

“Why? Because I want a strong, handsome boyfriend like you around the house, that’s why, silly!” Trippy said, giving a few extra playful tugs on his shaft. “Wouldn’t you love to wake up here with me and then have your way with my darling niece and I? I bet that’s every man’s fantasy and I’m handing it to you on a silver platter. Just look at that fantastic rack on her. Wouldn’t you love to feel your hard cock sliding up and down between her cleavage?”

Ben grunted as his cock twitched at the idea. He didn’t know what this hippy lady’s plans for him were, but he knew he had to escape before he found out. But getting up was impossible as was the idea of tearing his eyes away from the smooth, bouncy tits wobbling in his face.

“Still having trouble deciding?” Trippy said, letting go of his cock. It bobbled in the air like a jack-in-the-box. Her hands drifted to the sides of her robe.

“Maybe these can help.” With a single, fluid motion, Trippy pulled sides of her robe back, her heaving tits wobbling in front of Ben’s face. The older man’s eyes nearly popped out of his head. Sure, he had seen more than his share of tits before, but the sheer size and hypnotic jiggle of Trippy’s tremendous tits nearly made him spurt right then. His cock strained painfully in the air.

“Hmmmm…I think you like what you see, honey,” Trippy said, jumbling her chest around in her hands. “These girls never fail to get a man’s attention, or a woman’s for that matter! But, you know, Ben, a lady gets a little insecure in her old age. Especially when she has to compete with pretty, young ditzes like Natalia here.”

Trippy winked and sauntered back to where Natalia was playing with her own funbags.

“What do you think, Ben?” Trippy teased the paralyzed man. “Does my niece have nicer tits than me? Just look at them. Four lovely breasts for your hungry eyes.”

She whispered something into Natalia’s ear and the younger woman immediately sighed and let her arms drop. Her eyes were half-open and a huge, sleepy smile on her face as Trippy’s arm wrapped around her waist, rocking her back and forth in a drunken dance.

“Who do you like more, Ben?” Trippy kept asking him “Nattie’s boobs may be perkier, maybe a little firmer, but my titties are just fantastic, aren’t they?”

She shimmied her chest proudly. Both Ben and Natalia’s jaws fell open.

“Yes, my big boobs are just filled with so much titty magic! It’s like they weave a sexy little spell over everyone who watches them. They just drift along with my voice, with the shaking, with the gentle jiggling, until my titties just steal their brains away, isn’t that right, Nattie?”

Trippy smiled as Natalia’s eyes swirled with every shake of her massive chest.

“Y-y-yyeeessss…Auntieeee…” she droned.

“You love it when I steal your brain away, don’t you?”

“Yes, Auntie…” Natalia repeated, her head following the sway of Trippy breasts like it were magnetized.

“Keep watching…keep watching…so round, and soft, and warm….so nice to lay your head in my big, natural titties and drift off to sleep…keep watching…around and round…”

Ben couldn’t decide whether to ogle Trippy’s incredible rack or to keep his eyes Natalia’s perky pink nipples. In the end, he felt his gaze getting sucked back into the irresistible whirlpool that were Trippy’s tits.

“Good girl, Nattie. Tell us who’s tits are bigger.”

“Yours, Auntie…” Natalia answered.

“Whose tits are more powerful?” Trippy cooed, swaying her torso like a dancing snake.

“Yours, Auntie…”

Trippy grinned and leaned forward, letting her tits smoosh up against her niece’s chest, their breasts squeezing together. Ben stared in rapt fascination.

“And what does Aunt Trippy’s tits make you do, Nattie?”

The questions hit Natalia dead in the face. She could feel her eyes filling up with heavy sand, pulling her head down into the bouncy, pink nest of cleavage in front of her.

“They…make me…sleeeeeeeppp…” the shapely woman trailed off, her mind drifting away on a cloud of soft, springy flesh.

Trippy pulled back, letting her niece sway, lost in trance, and turned her attention back to the immobilized man gaping at her them.

“Enjoying the show?” she asked, glancing down at his throbbing erection. “Apparently, you are. Now, there’s so much I want to explain to you, you handsome hunk. But, first I think we need to do something about that painful, stiff prick of yours.”

She walked over to Ben, letting her fingers carefully flick his boner, sending it bouncing back and forth like a metronome.

“I think my niece can help you with that. Oh, Nattie?”

The younger girl sighed and tilted her head slightly, her eyes still closed and a dreamy smile on her face.

“Keep thinking about Trippy’s titties, Nattie…Let them take away all those brains of yours… Taking off your pants…now!”

Natalia stood and let her jeans drop to the floor, revealing her trimmed bush peeking out through lacy pink panties.

“Nice,” Trippy purred, “Now, see my big, luscious boobs filling up more and more space in your head as they suck all the intelligence out…no more thinking…no more resisting…do you know what that means, Nattie?”

Natalia’s mouth opened wordlessly, her eyebrows knitting together in confusion.

“It means you’re a chicken now! A nice, obedient, thoughtless chicken, clucking and flapping and shaking those lovely chicken breasts of yours. Turning into a chicken in 3…2…1…”

SNAP! Trippy clicked her fingers together. Natalia’s eyes immediately shot wide open, completely devoid of any spark of intelligence.

“Bawk?” she chirped, twisting her head to the side. Her hands flew to her armpits and she began flapping and clucking, her body strutting through the room while her tits jiggled with every step.

“Bawk, bawk, bawk, BAAWWWKK!! Bawk, bawk…”

Trippy looked back at Ben, pleased to see a spark of arousal and fear behind his eyes.

“Oh, don’t worry, handsome,” Trippy said, planting her hands on her hips. “I won’t turn you into brainless animal. Well, not a chicken in any case.”

She eyed Ben’s jutting erection hungrily.

“Maybe something closer to a bull,” she said.

“I…I won’t!” Ben stuttered, his face flushed red. “I’m not…not going to be your plaything! That’s…that’s insane! You’re insane! You need help and I …oh!”

Ben’s words died in his mouth as Trippy’s fingers encircled the top of his scrotum and squeezed just enough to deliver a small twinge of pain.

“Do you know how many people tell me that?” Trippy said, a hint of menace creeping through her smile. “Quite a lot. Until they let me explain everything to them. Then, they’re a lot more helpful, just like Nattie, here.”

She glanced back at her niece who was scratching at the linoleum with her feet, bending her naked torso over, her tits swinging back and forth.

“Trust me, you’ll be a lot more understanding once I explain everything to you, too.” She smirked at the captive man and gave his balls another quick tug, making him gasp.

“Nattie, darling! Come here! Here, chick, chick, chick!”

“Ba-bawk?” Natalia cocked her head and hopped over to them.

“Look what we have here, Nattie-chick!” Trippy said, grasping Ben’s hard cock and gently shaking it. “Look at this big, hard egg. The more you look at Ben’s cock, the more you see a big, pointy egg, all alone with nobody to look after it. See the egg now, Nattie.”

Natalia gazed vacantly at Ben’s penis, her head twisting like a curious bird.

“You know what chickens do with eggs, don’t you Nattie? They keep them warm, of course! You’re feeling an irresistible urge, a primal instinct, to plop that juicy butt of yours on top of this egg. Go on. You can’t go against your nature. You know it would feel so, so good to sit down and let that egg slide right up your warm, wet cunny. Give in to your urges, little chicken.”

The entranced girl waddled closer, bringing her face up close to Ben’s wood, and then turned around, squatting down on her muscular thighs. Trippy helped pull Natalia’s panties to the side, allowing her pussy to slide on top of Ben’s raging erection. The older man grimaced, overwhelmed by pleasure.

“Mmm…that’s good, little chicken,” Trippy said, toying with Natalia’s hair. “No need to move, no need to think. Just keep that egg warm in your hungry pussy…So relaxing…feeling it nice and hard inside of you…just makes you wanna drift away…falling asleep…dreaming nice sexy dreams…sleepy, sleeeeepy chicken…and dowwnnn…”

Natalia’s head drooped down, her chin gently resting on the top of her breasts as a peaceful smile appeared on her lips. She began to softly snore.

“There. That’s my good little cock-warming chicken.”

Trippy pat her oblivious niece on the head and then turned her attention to back to Ben, his face contorted by the exquisite torture.

“Comfy?” she asked him.

“Oh fuck! I …can’t hold it! I can’t hold it! I’m gonna cum! I’m gonna cum! I’m gonna cum!!”

Trippy lay her hand gently on Ben’s chest, her plush lips puckering and blowing out a long, slow exhale.

“Just breathe, baby,” she coached him. “No reason to get so excited…that hard prick of yours is nice and safe inside Nattie’s slick pussy…doesn’t it feel soooo soooooothiinnnggg…?”

Ben slowed down his breathing, his objections mollified by Trippy’s silky voice and Natalia’s tight pussy. Trippy’s fingers traced back and forth across his chest as it rose up and down. He could feel his heart slow down as a sea of pleasure rose from his hard cock and flooded his every nerve. He began to forget what he had been fighting about earlier.

“That’s better,” Trippy smiled. “Just drifting and relaxing, your hard cock safe and sound inside Nattie’s pretty cunt. So wonderful and relaxing…hmm?”

“Y-yes…relaxinnngggg…” Ben stuttered in response.

“Good…it’s so much easier to listen when you’re relaxed…” Trippy cooed as she moved behind Ben’s face. She gently brushed her fingers over his eyes, closing them for him. “Shh…just give in to it…close those eyes and enjoy the sensations…ah! ah!...eyes closed…”

She again ran her had softer over Ben’s fluttering eyes, gently coaxing them closed. “That’s better…just your hard cock in Nattie’s lovely, pink pussy…just drift and enjoy it…”

Ben was worn out to the point of mental exhaustion. He knew he should be resisting, but Trippy’s niece felt so good sitting on his massive boner and her teasing caresses was melting his mind with every passing second. He floated in the warm pleasure, unaware as Trippy reached into her purse and pulled out a small, dark brown, glass vial. She tapped out a few drops of an oily, fragrant liquid into her cleavage and smeared it around her chest with her hand. She sat down on Ben’s side and leaned in close, letting her bust swing in front of the older man’s face.

“Smell that yummy scent?” she asked him. “I found it online. It’s supposed to have enough pheromones to make a guy bust a load in his pants. But I know you won’t do that…”

She heaved her chest out at him, swinging her tits slightly from side to side.

“You wouldn’t gush a big load in my niece’s tight, pretty pussy…you’re not going to let that cock get harder and stiffer until you have to cum your balls out…no, you can’t do that…”

Trippy swung her tits forward and back, lightly smacking Ben’s face with her perfumed breasts.

“You can’t risk getting Nattie here pregnant…oh, the scandal!...you just have to keep that huge, hot load of cum inside those big balls…concentrate…don’t mess up…don’t let yourself cum…focus…”

With a soft chuckle, Trippy pressed her boobs into Ben’s faces, smothering him with her warm, heavy flesh. The intoxicating scent of her perfume made his head swim even as Natalia’s pussy clenched around his cock, making him want to spurt more than anything. He had to hold out. He had to make it to the bitter end.

“focus…focusing on not cumming…riding that wonderful edge…still focusing and SLEEP!”

The command hit Ben’s brain like an electric shock. He felt his whole mind pulled into the warm soft folds of Tripp’s cleavage as she stroked and rocked him like a baby.

“Good…sleep…lovely sleep…nothing to worry about…just let Trippy do all the thinking now…”

That was the last thing Ben remembered hearing before everything went black.