I was met at the train station by Tom, who drove me up to the ranch, which was about thirteen miles away from the town. Far from girls and far from everything. My only entertainment would have to be my collection of Russian mature porn stowed away in my suitcase. Aunt Annie met us at the gate; she’s in her late fifties, a healthy-looking woman, very tan because of outdoor work, and her body looked slim in her faded jeans and shirt. She is my friend Tom’s aunt. She welcomed me with a hug and I felt my dick stirred under my pants. I guess my mature porn galleries were really getting on me.
Tom went to work at the bar where he’s the bartender, so it’s only me and his aunt left in the house. After dinner, I washed myself and popped in a Russian mature porn. I was really enjoying the stuff, and was beginning to jerk off when Aunt Annie entered the room. “I thought you were sleeping… Oh! Herbert! What’s that?” I froze. It was a real shame that Aunt Annie walked on me while watching one of the films from my mature porn galleries. My dick was still on my hand. I rapidly shoved my cock inside my pants.
“You bad, bad boy,” Aunt Annie said. “Pull down your pants, right now.” I was surprised but I obeyed. I pulled down my pants until it was around my ankle. She told me to pull down my boxers, too. So I stood there, naked from the waist below. Aunt Annie slapped my butt. As soon as her hand touched my butt, my dick stiffened again, as I imagine mature spanking like the one I see in the movies. “Hold that hard dick and jerk off,” Aunt Annie said. “Go on. I want to see if you are really a big boy now.” I jerked off and came after a few dry strokes. Aunt Annie told me that I was indeed a man and that she’ll never interfere with my porn-viewing again.
