Cherin's surprise with Mom and Aunt Sara

Cherin had a long day at work, but it was a lot of fun, too.  You see, Cherin is a checkout girl at Dominick’s grocery store and eases the boredom of her job by showing off her body to the men and women who line up to pay her for their groceries.  Dominick’s dress code requires that she wear black dress pants, a white shirt, and the green apron with the Dominick’s logo on it. There is nothing in the dress code that says how TIGHT the pants can be, though, and Cherin takes full advantage of this.  It is her intention to wear the tightest black dress pants that she can fit into.

Cherin’s body helps with her teasing efforts, as well.  She has a very tiny waist, and big full hips, and her best feature of all is her round, full bottom.  She purposely keeps a small supply of paper bags at her register, so that when she runs out, she can lean way over to the register next to hers to get more bags, showing her full, round bottom to the unsuspecting customer she is helping.  She thinks about how sneaky she is, changing from the baggy black pants that her mother bought for her to wear to work in the bathroom before checking in to work, and then changing back into them before her mother comes to pick her up.  She doesn’t worry about her mother catching her, as her mom always shops at a different grocery store that is closer to their house.  Cherin has long dark hair, a rather pretty face... definitely not model material, but cute enough to get guys to look at her.  Once she’s got their attention, she can always figure a way toshow them her tiny waist and full, round bottom.  She thinks it’s funny how some of the older men stare at her ass.  Often times, she’ll find an excuse to arch her back while bending over and reaching for something....  she knows this makes the men think about taking her from behind.

Sometimes she plays with herself at home while thinking about what these men must be thinking. Last night, in fact, she was working on herself with the handle of a hairbrush when her mother opened the door to her room, surprising her.  Her mom didn’t say anything, and Cherin was able to convince herself that her mom didn’t really see anything or know what she was doing.  Cherin’s mom, Jane, is a rather shy, quiet woman.  Cherin knows that even if her mom did catch her doing something like that, she wouldn’t confront her.  Cherin paused to think about her mother for a minute and thought about how different she was from her sister, Cherin’s Aunt Sara.  Aunt Sara was such a cold, harsh woman.  Cherin remembers as a little girl feeling intimidated and afraid of her aunt.  On more than one occasion, Cherin could swear that she noticed her aunt looking at Cherin’s bottom.  It wouldn’t surprise anyone if she were, as Cherin was truly blessed with a body, from the waist down anyway, that men (and some women) just wanted to play with and use.  With her tiny waist and full, round bottom, Cherin had the type of body that people just noticed, and the next step after noticing was to get nasty ideas of what to do with such a body.  Aunt Sara really intimidated and scared Cherin, though.  She often times thought that Aunt Sara would love to do things to her body, also.  Sara never actually DID anything, but Cherin always got the impression that she was not a very nice lady.  Aunt Sara lived alone and never had any children, which isn’t all that unusual, but the few times that Cherin and her mother visited Aunt Sara, there always seemed to be strange women leaving the house as they pulled up.  Besides that, there was a door to Aunt Sara’s basement that was always locked, which always made Cherin wonder what was down there.

When she was a little girl and asked her mother about this locked basement door, her mother seemed to get very nervous and avoided the question altogether.  Cherin didn’t push her for an answer, sensing that her mother didn’t really want to talk about it. A few days after the “hairbrush incident,” Cherin was at work, just about to go change into her looser, “after work” pants to wait for her mom to pick her up.  She was in the middle of bending over to tease one of her last customers of the day, when she looked up and was shocked.  She looked directly into the eyes of her aunt, who had a truly sinister smile on her face as Cherin was bent over.  Since this was probably Cherin’s last tease of the day, and the customer was a nice-looking young man who was shopping with his wife, Cherin had been doing her best to arch her back, thrusting her round bottom out fully, with a deep swell in her back.  She was on a mission to get this guy’s dick raging hard and maybe cause some problem for him with his wife.

She was almost paralyzed for a moment as she looked in her Aunt Sara’s eyes.  Her aunt had a knowing look on her face, as if she knew what went through her niece’s young mind each day.  She never diverted her eyes from Cherin’s and said, “Your mother sent me here to pick you up from work today.”

Cherin was too nervous to ask why her mom hadn’t come herself and just nodded her head timidly, saying “okay.”  She tried to go to the break room after signing off her cash register, foolishly hoping that her aunt didn’t notice the tight pants she was wearing.  But, as soon as she began to step away from the register, Aunt Sara said, “Come on, Cherin...  We’re in a hurry...” and all but pushed her out to the car, letting Cherin walk in front of her.  This made Cherin very nervous; walking in front of Aunt Sara, all the while knowing where her Aunt’s eyes were.  It made her bottom feel so big and full—like it was sticking out, asking for some kind of trouble.  She briefly tried to dismiss the idea that her aunt had noticed her clothing, but her hopes came crashing down as she leaned forward to get into the back seat of Aunt Sara’s car...  Her aunt said, “Those are awfully tight pants you are wearing, Cherin...  not the kind of look that one would expect from a nice, young lady.”  Aunt Sara left it at that, without explaining exactly what she meant by that comment.

At first Cherin was feeling rather defiant with her Aunt...  who was SHE to decide whatkind of clothes were appropriate?  As they drove, Cherin seemed to feel more and more confident about standing up for herself.  She felt this way until they Aunt Sara turned the car in a direction that was not toward Cherin’s house.  Cherin was almost afraid to ask, but she did anyway...“Where are we going, Aunt Sara?” she said in the most innocent, little-girl voice that she could muster.

“We’re going to my house, Cherin...  your mother is waiting for us.  Your mother has noticed some rather disturbing behavior from you, and she asked me to help her find a solution for this problematic behavior.  My house is equipped to deal with situations just like this.”

Once again, Aunt Sara had Cherin’s imagination running wild, with thoughts reeling of the possibilities.  And, now, more than ever, Cherin was REALLY afraid of her aunt.  She almost felt as if this were a dream—not really happening to her.  She couldn’t believe this was happening, and she didn’t even know what “this” was yet!  They continued to drive in silence toward Aunt Sara’s house which was kind of “out in the country.”  Cherin kept quiet, and it seemed Aunt Sara didn’t want to say anything more just yet, either.

They pulled into Aunt Sara’s long gravel driveway, which wound around behind the house, which was surrounded by lots of open land.  The property was probably used as farmland in the past.  Cherin always wondered why Aunt Sara lived in such a remote location.  Even though it was only about 20 miles from Cherin’s house in the suburbs, it was truly remote.  Sara shut the car off and came around to open the back car door for Cherin (it had one of those child safety locks that only allowed the door to be opened from the outside—almost like a police car).

In Cherin’s mind it took forever for Aunt Sara to walk around the car and get to the door.  When Aunt Sara opened the door, Cherin felt as if she was paralyzed.  Sara had little patience with Cherin now, in her tight black pants with her round, shapely ass on display.  She took Cherin’s wrist and helped her up out of the car.  Cherin had thoughts of pulling away and running...  it seemed silly when she thought about it, but something told her that this might not be her worst option.  She couldn’t explain the strange fear that she had, but her aunt’s words, although few, made Cherin think about what she might have meant.

As Cherin and her aunt came up to the house door, Cherin’s mother, Jane, was holding itopen for them to come in.  This was a relief to Cherin.  After all, her mom was such a pushover.  How much trouble could Cherin actually be in?  They walked in the door, and Cherin noticed her mother and Aunt Sara exchange knowing looks, followed by big smiles.  This was strange... she’d never seen her mother interact this closely with her sister.  They walked down the hall a bit, and Cherin noticed something for the first time ever at Aunt Sara’s house.  The “locked door” to the basement was open!  Cherin felt nervous but very curious about this, for she had wondered what was down there for as long as she could remember.  Cherin’s mother and aunt each took one of her wrists and began walking her down the basement stairs.  Cherin wondered why they did this, but fear and curiosity prevented her from asking any questions.

Almost knowing that Cherin was getting overly nervous and might ruin their plans by breaking free and running, Jane calmed her by saying, “It’s kind of dark down here, and we don’t want you to fall down the stairs...  come on, honey.”  As they were almost to the bottom of the long, spiral staircase, Cherin heard the door close automatically behind them.  Her senses were ultra sensitive, and she felt the hands on her wrists holding her tightly now.  Once again, she noticed her mother and Aunt Sara look at each other and smile. 

When they got to the bottom of the stairs, the young brunette could see some of the things in the room.  Most of it looked like some type of old furniture.  It was pretty dark, and some of the objects were difficult to make out.  Aunt Sara and Cherin’s mother guided her to what looked like some type of bench—almost like something you might find in a Catholic church to pray on.  There was a place for her knees, a middle section that might be for her stomach, and a place for her forearms or elbows...  she couldn’t tell which.  All of the platforms were padded with thick black leather, and the construction of the bench was very sturdy which made it appear rather old as well.

Cherin wasn’t sure what was happening but seemed unable to say or do anything.  She just let her mother and aunt guide her onto the bench.  First, she knelt on the padded leather, at which point Aunt Sara seemed to disappear behind her, as her mother distracted her by talking in soft, soothing tones to relax Cherin.  She hadn’t had time to wonder what her Aunt was doing, when all of a sudden, she felt Aunt Sara doing something down by her ankles.

Before she knew what had happened, she felt the tight constriction of something around her ankles and realized that her legs had been secured to this old bench.  Cherin was tired of wondering what would happen next and tried desperately to struggle with her mother, who was holding one of her wrists in each hand.  She had managed to get one hand free, when she felt Aunt Sara’s strong hands grab her free arm, which allowed her mother to grab the other arm with both hands.  Cherin was a strong, youthful girl, but she was no match for her mother and aunt, especially with her legs bound as they were.  After a few short minutes of struggling, Aunt Sara and Cherin’s mother had managed to secure both of her arms to the padded rests on the front of the bench.

At this point, Jane and Sara took a rest.  Cherin’s struggle to get free had caused them to work a bit.  Aunt Sara walked a few feet to a table and grabbed what looked to be a thick leather belt.  Cherin wondered what this was for.  Aunt Sara quickly answered her question without saying a word, as she proceeded to wrap the belt around Cherin’s tiny waist, attaching it somehow to the bench that Cherin was on.  She tightened it down quite tightly as Cherin’s mother used her foot to push down on Cherin’s back.  This by itself caused Cherin’s round bottom, which was still tightly clad in the black dress pants, to be pushed up and back.  After the belt was tightened, Jane and Aunt Sara, each working on a side of the bench, turned a wheel that made another padded rail, which Cherin hadn’t noticed earlier, push up slowly under Cherin’s hips, causing her bottom to push up much further still.  Cherin couldn’t have arched her back like this on her own, had she tried.

Next, Aunt Sara and Jane moved an adjustable shelf, thickly padded with leather as the rest of the bench was, in front of Cherin, under her head. The shelf had a small, rather deep pocket or indent in it.  They moved a lever, lifted the shelf under her chin, and lifted it up, forcing her head up.  Cherin’s chin fit tightly into the shelf, preventing her from moving it much side-to-side.  Aunt Sara finished by wrapping a leather strap around Cherin’s head and secured it beneath this new shelf, which completely prevented her from not only moving her head, but also from speaking, as her mouth was forced shut. Her position was completely obscene.

When they had finished, Aunt Sara and Jane looked at each other, almost in awe, and Aunt Sara cried, “Oh, my goodness!”  Both Sara and Jane laughed out loud.  “Would you look at THIS!” said Aunt Sara, as she ran her hand down Cherin’s back, and over the pushed up-and-out roundness of Cherin’s bottom.

Jane giggled as her sister fondled her daughter’s round ass.  “My goodness, it’s round!” said Aunt Sara. “And FULL!” Cherin’s mother chimed in.  Just then, both women walked in front of Cherin and looked into her eyes, and Aunt Sara said, “We’ve got all SORTS of plans for you, Cherin.”  Both women laughed out loud again.

Cherin was terrified!  Her mother walked behind Cherin and began to rub the bulge of Cherin’s tight pussy through the strained black material of her dress pants.  This was the strangest feeling that Cherin had ever felt.  As her mother was rubbing her slowly and very skillfully, Aunt Sara walked across the room and came back with a box.  She turned on some lights in the room and opened the box in front of Cherin.  She began removing objects from the box.  She pulled out a candle, a small cucumber, a wooden handled hairbrush, and several other objects that Cherin couldn’t quite make out.

As she continued to remove objects from the box, she turned to look at Cherin, and with a wicked smile said, “Cherin, do you recognize any of these objects?”  Of course, Cherin couldn’t respond, nor would she have if she could.  Both women giggled.

As Cherin’s mother continued to slowly rub Cherin’s pussy, she said to Cherin, “Surely, you recognize those things, sweetheart...  they’re all the things that I’ve caught you masturbating with over the last couple of years.”  After pausing for a second to let this sink in and see Cherin’s reaction, both women broke out into a long, sick laughter.

Cherin couldn’t believe what she was hearing!  And, to hear her mother, who was so calm, quiet, and shy, laugh in such an evil tone.  Just then, Aunt Sara handed the wooden handled hairbrush to Jane, and Jane took the handle of the brush and began pushing it against Cherin’s young, upturned bulge of her pussy.

“Remember THIS feeling, Cherin?” she said while smiling at her sister.  “Remember when I opened your door and caught you pushing this into your greedy little pussy?”

Cherin was so embarrassed that she wouldn’t have spoken even if she could have.  All she did was moan, partly from being so embarrassed and partly because her mother really knew how to use that hairbrush handle on her.  And, despite the situation she was in, Cherin’s body began to betray her.  She felt her pussy getting wet from all this attention, however sick it was.

Jane noticed, too.  “Sara, this little pussy seems to be having a problem over here...maybeyou better come and take a look.”  Aunt Sara walked behind Cherin to join her mother.  Cherin felt what must be her aunt’s fingers now working their way between her lips, pushing the black fabric of her work pants deeply into the groove of her pussy.  “I told you she was a naughty girl, Jane.  This session isn’t a day too soon for her.”

Cherin detected a harsher tone in her aunt’s voice now, like she was getting serious about the task at hand.  Aunt Sara sure knew how to make a girl’s pussy respond to her touch.  Cherin knew that this wasn’t the first time her aunt had manipulated a pussy like this.

“Does it feel good the way Aunt Sara is touching you?” Jane asked in a teasing tone of voice.  This prompted another moan from Cherin, who was really starting to feel the effects of all this rubbing now.  Both women continued with the slow, methodical rubbing and comments for several minutes, watching gleefully as the black material wedged itself deeper into her young pussy—thus, tightening the fabric further across her gorgeous derriere.  Although the rubbing felt great, Cherin sensed that both women knew just how to rub her without allowing her to reach orgasm.

Moments after Cherin came to this realization, Aunt Sara proclaimed in a serious, manipulative tone of voice: “I think she wants to cum, Jane.”

“Well, she’s just going to have to wait a while for THAT,” exclaimed her mother, at which point both women laughed again, and Aunt Sara stopped rubbing Cherin’s wet pussy.

Sara walked across the room again, picked something up from one of the tables, and brought it back to Cherin.  She stepped behind Cherin now and began to do something with Cherin’s black pants, but Cherin wasn’t sure what she was doing, exactly.

“Let’s just see what’s in here,” said Sara, as she began to take the object and carefully cut the bottom out of Cherin’s black pants. A lacy, red thong was revealed underneath the strained fabric of her pants, but one simple slice in the right place made it a useless, dangling strip between Cherin’s thighs.  This left her bottom and pussy horribly exposed and thrust out into the air.  Aunt Sara’s way of cutting removed just the back of the pants, leaving her bottom jutting out and her legs still encased in the tight, black fabric of the pants.  In fact, the remainder of Cherin’s form-fitting pants now worked against her desires, helping squeeze her cheeks further out through their new opening.

After removing the cut-out fabric from Cherin’s bottom, Aunt Sara remarked, “Oh look, she shaves that little, tight pussy of hers, too, Jane!  That will save us some time.” 

“She’s been doing that for a while now, Sara....  I’ve been keeping track of her.  She had no idea that I had those cameras installed in her bedroom and in the bathroom.”

This revelation really concerned Cherin, as she tried to think quickly about all the naughty things that she’d done in either of those rooms.  “Oh, God,” she thought, “so many naughty things that my mother knows about!”

We’ll play some of the tapes for her later tonight,” Jane revealed. Cherin was mortified at this comment.  “She has TAPES!” Cherin thought to herself. Another moan of defeat came from Cherin.