Hypnotizing My Aunt

by Raven Frost

Book Cover: Hypnotizing My Aunt

It’s weird, I have always had a much deeper connection with my Aunt Carol.

That’s probably because she was always the only one who was there for me, when times were difficult – she also never missed a single major event or milestone in my life. I loved her for it!

My aunt was also really into mysticism, witchcraft and all that jazz.

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It’s weird, I have always had a much deeper connection with my Aunt Carol.

That’s probably because she was always the only one who was there for me, when times were difficult – she also never missed a single major event or milestone in my life. I loved her for it!

The advantage of her being my “cool” aunt was that I had all of my real chats with her about girls, masturbation and sex without it being as horribly awkward as it would have been with my parents.

It’s not that my mom and dad were horrible, but they were usually far too busy with work and themselves to give me the attention I needed.

My aunt was also really into mysticism, witchcraft and all that jazz. Somewhat of a hippie too, which was probably the main reason for being so open about everything and not shaming me or making situations uncomfortable.

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I remember her being very free, not attempting to hide anything. She’d get changed in front of me and ask me if I considered her panties sexy - how her breasts and ass looked in them, and if I would be attracted to women if they wore that for me.

This made me have a huge crush on her...she most likely noticed when I was trying my best to disguise my raging boners, but never pointed it out or made it weird.

It was just my aunt, not my mom or anything - was it really that wrong to lust for her? It was a question I had asked myself almost every night as I jerked off to thoughts of her; those split seconds in which I caught a glimpse of her bare massive tits had given me enough fuel to edge for hours on end...

Aunt Carol’s love for the spiritual stuff is what convinced me to go visit the local Tanzanian antiques shop around the corner, which was one of her favorite locations in town. Perhaps I could find a cool gift, something that would mean a lot to her, with which I could show her my true lasting appreciation.

That’s where I met Baraka, the owner. He was insightful and perceptive - he immediately knew what I was after, which made me explain to him my situation with my aunt.

“What you seek is not an item, it is an ancient prohibited incantation. Show me a picture of her, pay my fair price and she shall be yours in any way you desire” he pointed at an ancient dusty book which was filled with a bunch of gobbledygook and bizarre images of naked people dancing.

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