Help auntie clean out her garage & get more than $25 of earnings…
She knew the answer, since I had been a Boy Scout, and her ex had been one of our assistant scoutmasters. “Submarine and Destroyer” was a game where two teams took turns alternately defending or attacking a balloon. Each time your team popped the opponent’s balloon, you got a point. Each time your opponent went more than a certain amount of time without a balloon getting popped, they got a point.
“This is the same basic game, except with beach balls,” she said, holding her ball protectively. “And with one other difference.this time, each time you fail to defend your submarine, you have to do whatever I say for.oh, we’ll say fifteen minutes.” She grinned as I felt my face flush deeply. “Would you rather attack first or defend first?”
I thought about it. “I think I’d rather defend first.”
“Very well, then,” she said. She turned around and grabbed a nail file off the counter. “Defend your submarine!”
I grabbed a huge beach ball and sat resolutely in front of it in the tub as Aunt Missy advanced on me mock-menacingly, the sway and jiggle of her beautiful breasts muting the effect somewhat. Not that I was complaining. She climbed into the tub and crawled forward on her hands and knees, the file between her teeth. I knew I was strong enough to keep her from getting by me, but I had no idea what she had planned.
As she moved toward me and the big ball, I felt my cock start to rise again, growing harder and thicker. She took the file out of her pretty mouth, and kissed me softly, and my body responded. I threw my arms around her, squeezing her voluptuous form tightly but gently to my toned chest, and she melted, moaning happily in the deep kiss. How could I resist?