Aunt Cindy's Bizarre World

I made a supreme effort to get a grip at that point. Aunt Cindy seemed to be everything my father had said she was and more. I made an effort to tear my eyes off her ass and took a look at the living room we were in. Once again it was like nothing I had ever seen before. It was beyond decadent in so many ways. One wall was nothing but a huge mirror and the other three walls were covered in hot pink satin curtains. The couch and chairs were all upholstered in quilted white satin

As I followed her into her decadent living room I noticed how she walked. No male could fail to notice it. With every step she would wiggle her butt so her skirt would twirl. She moved like a cat would move. Every move she made had an air of exaggerated femininity to it. When she arrived at the couch upholstered in white satin she picked up her little skirt and lowered herself gracefully before crossing her booted legs. Before inviting me to have seat next to her she picked up a pack of Cigarettes marked Eve 120's. My father had driven home the point countless times that only the most wicked women were smokers.

I couldn't put my finger on it but there something incredibly sexy about the way she lit that impossibly long cigarette and took a drag. She let the smoke just drift up slowly for her perfect lips and then told me she hoped I didn't mind her smoking but that I would have to get used to it. She let out what I could only describe as a demented little giggle as she said it was one of her little fetishes.

As I took a seat next to her I was trembling all over. "Don't be nervous sweetheart," she cooed in a voice dripping with honey. She told me that when child services in Oklahoma had called her she had to make a hard decision. "I don't lead at all what anyone would call a normal life sweetheart.," she explained. "Most of the people in this world and even here in a city like New York would consider me a pervert." This was not helping to settle my nerves!