Aunt Tara's courtship.
One Foot Tall Fiancé
chapter 20
by
copier
· original author:
falseident
It has been a few months since the heartbreaking visit to the Small’s home. To say you were devastated once the adrenaline had finally left your system that day would be an understatement. It left you in a state of depression that would take some time to finally crawl out of. Your mother could tell you were hurting deep inside…and after a tough discussion, you both decided that skipping a semester of college would be for the best. So, for the winter-spring semester, you dropped out. You promised yourself that, starting next year, you would restart college with a new perspective. For now, you were content to stay home with your mother.
As time passed, you were eventually able to get out of your emotional funk. You figure the most important reasons for your recovery was your mother and, bizarrely, Aunt Tara. Your mother was your rock during this time; she’s a sweetheart.
As for Tara…it is difficult to explain. She was still the same spoiled, bratty person who liked to poke fun at you and take advantage of you but…you think back to all the times she used you. Sure, there would be long periods of time she would keep you imprisoned but, eventually, she would let you free. She’s not a liar to you, you think. And…you can’t think of a single time in your life where’s she’s kept you against your will for 3 entire months. Everything Tara had done seemed like child’s play compared to that and that all happened because of one bad day. So, now, you view her in a different light. Tara was just being playful with her nephew though her pranks were sexual in nature but that didn’t bother you now. The fact it did not bother you…you never pondered on that very much. As for how Tara helped you recover emotionally, her antics helped to ground you. To bring you back to reality instead of whatever distorted delusion your depression would press you with. All the times you were sat on, pressed against her body, stepped on…they were things that brought you back to reality. Kept you in the moment. That is why, months later, you were thankful to Aunt Tara. You saw her and your mother as your precious family.
With this, you experienced normal days. Your mother was insistent that for the break you are taking from college you would just stay home. Due to this condition, you had to find ways to entertain yourself during the time you had for yourself. You decided, after some time, you would start exercising. Over time, your hard work resulted in a rather impressive new body for yourself. Your body had become chiseled and you sported a new six pack. At first, it was a way to pass time but now you felt a strong sense of pride in your exercise.
It was after a workout session that you had decided to take a break and watch some TV. Your mother had stepped outside to work in the backyard, so you must wait for her to come back to open doors and operate the shower for you anyways. You had situated yourself in the middle of the couch dressed only in a pair of boxers. It was hot today and your clothes were sticky with sweat, okay? Who could blame you for wanting to cool off in comfort? On the television, you were watching a rerun of a Miss America competition. They were just beginning to parade out the contestants when you hear the front door, which was in the living room, begin to open. In walked Tara, fresh from a run apparently. She was dressed in a light gray tank top and a pair of purple spats and running shoes. Her hair pulled back into a pony tail, glistened with sweat. Her tank top hugged her impressive breasts and showed dampness in the cleavage while her spats hugged her astonishingly huge hips and ass. How was it possible for someone with hips like Tara’s to have a waist like hers? Tara’s diet wasn’t the best so she was soft all over, but you’d be wrong to think she was weak. She worked hard for her strength.
You coolly contemplate her body (not considering that this would be weird normally) before grabbing her attention with a “how are you doing, Tara?”
Tara was dabbing her face with a cloth when she finally noticed you on the center of the couch. Her gazed lingered for a few moments on your near naked form…before suddenly shouting “Oh, hey there squirt! Doin’ fine.” If you didn’t know any better, you’d say her face flushed from exercise burned brighter red for a just a few moments. “Anyways, where’s your mom? I want to say hi before I start raiding her pantry at least.” She quickly looks away from your naked form. Tara’s runs always ended at your house; she said it was good to immediately protein up and grab a drink after a jog and you couldn’t disagree. “She’s out back in the yard.” You reply. “Ah, okay, I’ll go say hi then.” She quickly walks away; you notice her ass crack has a massive sweat stain. Your eyes linger there a moment before saying “today is simply too hot.” You look back to your show.
Aunt Tara, once out of Jake’s sight, took a moment to catch her breath. Recently, Tara must admit, she has begun to see you in a new light. If she can say anything about herself, she faces her feelings head on. Ever since Jake had returned from the Smalls home, he was different. At first, she was ecstatic her little chew-toy was back home, so she figured she’d have some fun tormenting him. He’d get angry, petulant, in the past or he’d react in fear of her when she played tricks on him which was always the funniest thing. But now…anything she did was met with a smile and laughter. Just the other day, after a run, she had come in and planted her feet on his little body pretending she hadn’t seen him. After 5 minutes, she heard Jake say “Good one, Auntie.” She had looked down and saw his head, stuck between her toes, smiling and laughing. It was bizarre. She’d try to bring up opinions in conversations with him that she’d figure would get him huffing and puffing with outrage. But…instead he’d laugh and say “well, that’s your opinion, Auntie. I gotta respect it.” All with a smile. There’s even been a few times, after her jogs, he would voluntarily ask her if she wanted a massage! He explained it as being important to soothe the muscles after a workout. The times she has allowed it, she had to admit, he was surprisingly good…though each time she was sure to “accidentally” mash him against her. One time she even rolled over and sat on his little body after a particularly sweaty run and began to rub him up and down the floor with her fat ass. That time, she fully expected him to cuss her out severely, which would give her more “reason” to squash him but he had just reformed and laughed it off. She remembers him specifically saying “Thanks for the massage Tara, I enjoyed it.” WITH A SMILE! All these events, along with Jake chiseling himself with muscle training into a stud, had caused Tara’s feelings towards him to change.
Before, it was her picking on him for her own satisfaction. Now though…she could not help but feel like he was enjoying it. Like he was…attracted to her. This thought had her pacing for hours at her house. At first, she was thinking that it was obvious he would be attracted to her! She’s a bombshell! Who WOULDN’T want to get with her? A lot of men have tried but they’ve all failed due to her…strong personality. A personality that would normally annoy Jake…but Jake was accepting of it. Of HER. Hell, he’s even been kind to her lately whereas in the past they were more combative in their relationship. This situation may be fueling a new delusion for her…or a new crush. But…to be attracted to her nephew of all people…
After seeing you in your skivvies on the couch, Tara was hot and bothered in a different way. How could you sit out in the open in your underwear like that?! She left to say hi to your mom. After a short conversation, your mom was able to convince her to stay as she said she was about to put dinner on anyways and having someone over for it would be fun. Tara had always enjoyed her sis’s cooking, so it didn’t take much convincing. She walked back inside, ready to take a shower and slip in some spare clothing she had left over in the past, when she paused upon seeing you still on the couch. She was drawn to go talk to you. Tara walked to the back of the couch, a nice black leather extra puffy couch, and rested her head on her arms just above on the backrest of your seat. She speaks down to you “what are you watching twerp?”
Craning your neck upwards, you see Tara looking down at you placidly. “Oh hey Tara. Just a rerun of Miss America. Just trying to rest up after working out.” Tara blows out some air and says “yeah, I’m sure you are. Looking to oogle some stick thin girls like them?”
You laugh at that and say “Haha, nah, I’m not attracted to that type of woman. I’m just not used to their body type after all the experiences I’ve been through.” Tara quirks an eyebrow at that. “Hoh? And what experiences might those be?”
“Well…I guess it’s because I’ve been surrounded my entire life by more beautiful woman than them. Like you.” You state this calmly and rationally without any intended innuendo…which of course fails. Tara is shocked to hear such a blunt confession from you regarding this. He thinks she’s beautiful. Feeling her face flushing, she didn’t want to give the squirt the satisfaction of seeing her embarrassed face. She had to hide it.
After a moment, you see two feet and legs appear beside you on the couch cushion. Tara had hopped up and seated herself on top of the couch. Her ass hung precariously above you…it blocked out all the light. All you could do is stared open mouthed as the ass abruptly dropped down onto your body, jiggling triumphantly. The spats do little to separate yourself from the heady smell of sweat surrounding you. You feel your body fill the gap between Tara’s ass cheeks with ease…how was Tara able to have everything on her lower body be so huge?! Tara viciously twists her hips in tight circles on you; feeling you flatten. After a few bounces, she ponders on what to do.
As time passed, you were eventually able to get out of your emotional funk. You figure the most important reasons for your recovery was your mother and, bizarrely, Aunt Tara. Your mother was your rock during this time; she’s a sweetheart.
As for Tara…it is difficult to explain. She was still the same spoiled, bratty person who liked to poke fun at you and take advantage of you but…you think back to all the times she used you. Sure, there would be long periods of time she would keep you imprisoned but, eventually, she would let you free. She’s not a liar to you, you think. And…you can’t think of a single time in your life where’s she’s kept you against your will for 3 entire months. Everything Tara had done seemed like child’s play compared to that and that all happened because of one bad day. So, now, you view her in a different light. Tara was just being playful with her nephew though her pranks were sexual in nature but that didn’t bother you now. The fact it did not bother you…you never pondered on that very much. As for how Tara helped you recover emotionally, her antics helped to ground you. To bring you back to reality instead of whatever distorted delusion your depression would press you with. All the times you were sat on, pressed against her body, stepped on…they were things that brought you back to reality. Kept you in the moment. That is why, months later, you were thankful to Aunt Tara. You saw her and your mother as your precious family.
With this, you experienced normal days. Your mother was insistent that for the break you are taking from college you would just stay home. Due to this condition, you had to find ways to entertain yourself during the time you had for yourself. You decided, after some time, you would start exercising. Over time, your hard work resulted in a rather impressive new body for yourself. Your body had become chiseled and you sported a new six pack. At first, it was a way to pass time but now you felt a strong sense of pride in your exercise.
It was after a workout session that you had decided to take a break and watch some TV. Your mother had stepped outside to work in the backyard, so you must wait for her to come back to open doors and operate the shower for you anyways. You had situated yourself in the middle of the couch dressed only in a pair of boxers. It was hot today and your clothes were sticky with sweat, okay? Who could blame you for wanting to cool off in comfort? On the television, you were watching a rerun of a Miss America competition. They were just beginning to parade out the contestants when you hear the front door, which was in the living room, begin to open. In walked Tara, fresh from a run apparently. She was dressed in a light gray tank top and a pair of purple spats and running shoes. Her hair pulled back into a pony tail, glistened with sweat. Her tank top hugged her impressive breasts and showed dampness in the cleavage while her spats hugged her astonishingly huge hips and ass. How was it possible for someone with hips like Tara’s to have a waist like hers? Tara’s diet wasn’t the best so she was soft all over, but you’d be wrong to think she was weak. She worked hard for her strength.
You coolly contemplate her body (not considering that this would be weird normally) before grabbing her attention with a “how are you doing, Tara?”
Tara was dabbing her face with a cloth when she finally noticed you on the center of the couch. Her gazed lingered for a few moments on your near naked form…before suddenly shouting “Oh, hey there squirt! Doin’ fine.” If you didn’t know any better, you’d say her face flushed from exercise burned brighter red for a just a few moments. “Anyways, where’s your mom? I want to say hi before I start raiding her pantry at least.” She quickly looks away from your naked form. Tara’s runs always ended at your house; she said it was good to immediately protein up and grab a drink after a jog and you couldn’t disagree. “She’s out back in the yard.” You reply. “Ah, okay, I’ll go say hi then.” She quickly walks away; you notice her ass crack has a massive sweat stain. Your eyes linger there a moment before saying “today is simply too hot.” You look back to your show.
Aunt Tara, once out of Jake’s sight, took a moment to catch her breath. Recently, Tara must admit, she has begun to see you in a new light. If she can say anything about herself, she faces her feelings head on. Ever since Jake had returned from the Smalls home, he was different. At first, she was ecstatic her little chew-toy was back home, so she figured she’d have some fun tormenting him. He’d get angry, petulant, in the past or he’d react in fear of her when she played tricks on him which was always the funniest thing. But now…anything she did was met with a smile and laughter. Just the other day, after a run, she had come in and planted her feet on his little body pretending she hadn’t seen him. After 5 minutes, she heard Jake say “Good one, Auntie.” She had looked down and saw his head, stuck between her toes, smiling and laughing. It was bizarre. She’d try to bring up opinions in conversations with him that she’d figure would get him huffing and puffing with outrage. But…instead he’d laugh and say “well, that’s your opinion, Auntie. I gotta respect it.” All with a smile. There’s even been a few times, after her jogs, he would voluntarily ask her if she wanted a massage! He explained it as being important to soothe the muscles after a workout. The times she has allowed it, she had to admit, he was surprisingly good…though each time she was sure to “accidentally” mash him against her. One time she even rolled over and sat on his little body after a particularly sweaty run and began to rub him up and down the floor with her fat ass. That time, she fully expected him to cuss her out severely, which would give her more “reason” to squash him but he had just reformed and laughed it off. She remembers him specifically saying “Thanks for the massage Tara, I enjoyed it.” WITH A SMILE! All these events, along with Jake chiseling himself with muscle training into a stud, had caused Tara’s feelings towards him to change.
Before, it was her picking on him for her own satisfaction. Now though…she could not help but feel like he was enjoying it. Like he was…attracted to her. This thought had her pacing for hours at her house. At first, she was thinking that it was obvious he would be attracted to her! She’s a bombshell! Who WOULDN’T want to get with her? A lot of men have tried but they’ve all failed due to her…strong personality. A personality that would normally annoy Jake…but Jake was accepting of it. Of HER. Hell, he’s even been kind to her lately whereas in the past they were more combative in their relationship. This situation may be fueling a new delusion for her…or a new crush. But…to be attracted to her nephew of all people…
After seeing you in your skivvies on the couch, Tara was hot and bothered in a different way. How could you sit out in the open in your underwear like that?! She left to say hi to your mom. After a short conversation, your mom was able to convince her to stay as she said she was about to put dinner on anyways and having someone over for it would be fun. Tara had always enjoyed her sis’s cooking, so it didn’t take much convincing. She walked back inside, ready to take a shower and slip in some spare clothing she had left over in the past, when she paused upon seeing you still on the couch. She was drawn to go talk to you. Tara walked to the back of the couch, a nice black leather extra puffy couch, and rested her head on her arms just above on the backrest of your seat. She speaks down to you “what are you watching twerp?”
Craning your neck upwards, you see Tara looking down at you placidly. “Oh hey Tara. Just a rerun of Miss America. Just trying to rest up after working out.” Tara blows out some air and says “yeah, I’m sure you are. Looking to oogle some stick thin girls like them?”
You laugh at that and say “Haha, nah, I’m not attracted to that type of woman. I’m just not used to their body type after all the experiences I’ve been through.” Tara quirks an eyebrow at that. “Hoh? And what experiences might those be?”
“Well…I guess it’s because I’ve been surrounded my entire life by more beautiful woman than them. Like you.” You state this calmly and rationally without any intended innuendo…which of course fails. Tara is shocked to hear such a blunt confession from you regarding this. He thinks she’s beautiful. Feeling her face flushing, she didn’t want to give the squirt the satisfaction of seeing her embarrassed face. She had to hide it.
After a moment, you see two feet and legs appear beside you on the couch cushion. Tara had hopped up and seated herself on top of the couch. Her ass hung precariously above you…it blocked out all the light. All you could do is stared open mouthed as the ass abruptly dropped down onto your body, jiggling triumphantly. The spats do little to separate yourself from the heady smell of sweat surrounding you. You feel your body fill the gap between Tara’s ass cheeks with ease…how was Tara able to have everything on her lower body be so huge?! Tara viciously twists her hips in tight circles on you; feeling you flatten. After a few bounces, she ponders on what to do.
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