Andy stood nervously on the doorstep of his aunt Rita’s cozy suburban home, the shy 18-year-old fidgeting with his backpack strap. The door swung open almost instantly, revealing Rita in a casual blouse and skirt, her mid-50s frame still striking with sharp eyes and a confident smile. “Good morning, Andy! Come in!” she greeted warmly, ushering him inside. They settled in the living room for light chatter about college prep and family news, everything perfectly normal at first. After thirty minutes, Rita excused herself to the bedroom. Andy waited, until her voice called out firmly, “Andy, could you come here for a moment?” He entered to find the door clicking shut behind him. Rita stood transformed in a flowing silk nightgown that clung to her curves, paired with sleek high-heeled mules. The queen-sized bed was draped like an exam table, her medical bag open beside it with gloves and lubricants arrayed. “A quick check-up is due before you head off,” she said, her tone leaving no room for argument. “No need to be embarrassed. Let’s get started right away. I like to get a history as I do the exam, so go ahead and strip down to your underwear. I don’t think you need an exam gown.”
Andy’s face burned. “Aunt Rita, this is weird. I’m fine, really. Can’t we just talk?” Rita arched a brow, strong and unyielding. “Strip, Andy. Or do I need to help?” He reluctantly peeled off his clothes to his boxers, protesting, “This isn’t necessary. I’m not a kid anymore.” She began the exam anyway, stethoscope cool against his chest as she asked mundane questions about his health. “Any allergies? Sleep issues?” Her voice stayed professional yet laced with wit. “You’re tense as a coiled spring. Relax, or I’ll have to note ‘patient uncooperative’ in my mental chart.” Andy muttered protests but answered, slowly relaxing under her steady hands.
“OK Andy, now climb up onto the exam table. I need to take your temperature. I’m going to take it in your bottom. I could take it orally, but rectal is more accurate,” Rita announced with a sly grin. Andy froze, mortified. “What? No way! I’m not doing that. It’s embarrassing as hell!” She chuckled, her tone teasing yet commanding. “You’re familiar from childhood, right? Lie flat on your tummy, hands by your side.” He protested louder, “Aunt Rita, please, this is too much. I’m 18, not five!” But she was already hooking fingers into his waistband, sliding the underwear off completely despite his squirms. “Easy now. You’ll survive.”
Spreading his cheeks with gloved fingers, Rita said, “Here comes the cool, slippery thermometer. Just be calm.” Andy gasped as the slick glass slid in, “Oh god, this is humiliating! Stop protesting? I’m protesting plenty!” The sensation made his cock twitch unexpectedly hard. Rita’s hand pressed firmly on his lower back. “Easy, Andy. Stay relaxed. You’re doing very well. You seem to have a sensitive anus. I could see it contract tightly as I slid the thermometer inside you. You probably weren’t expecting to be lying here naked with a thermometer up your behind. Well, all just to get you fully ready for college.”
Andy panted, sweating from embarrassment and the growing horniness. “This is insane. I can’t believe you’re doing this.” The rectal intrusion stirred him further, his cock now fully hard against the sheet. Rita noticed with a witty laugh. “Well, well, someone’s enjoying the exam more than expected. That hard cock tells a different story than your protests.” She removed the thermometer, her fingers lingering, spreading lubricant that made his ass glisten wet and dripping. “You’re all worked up. Let’s see where this goes.”
Rita shed her nightgown, revealing her mature body, and climbed onto the table with him. “No more protests, Andy. Time for the real check-up.” She wrapped her hand around his hard cock, stroking firmly while he gasped. “Aunt Rita, this is wrong, but... fuck.” Her strong presence dominated as she positioned herself, guiding his cock toward her wet pussy. “Feel how dripping I am? Your embarrassment turns me on too.” They moved together, her riding him with confident thrusts, both panting and sweating.
The tension exploded into full sex, Rita controlling the pace with sharp dialogue. “That’s it, take it like the man you are. Your protests only make this hotter.” Andy came hard inside her, cum spilling as she moaned her own release. She gave him a quick blowjob to clean up, her tongue wickedly thorough, leaving him spent yet aroused again. The room filled with the sounds of their shared climax.
Afterward, Rita smiled knowingly, already hinting at more exams ahead.
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