Finally decided to share my confession with my aunt

This was almost a decade ago. I don’t know how to start so I’ll just get into it.

I never knew my father and grew up with my mom in the Midwest. When I was in the middle of high school, my mom got a job as a trucker. After a lot of back and forth, it was decided I was going to live with my aunt in Florida. My aunt was gorgeous: 39, 5’4”, brunette, C-cups, great face, bubbly personality. Everything was normal enough for a long time. I went to school, had a job at a local restaurant/bar on the bay that my aunt was a manager at, graduated, etc..

Fast-forward to be just being eighteen, I was still living with my aunt, not sure if I wanted to go to college or whatever. I had occasionally thought about my aunt, but never acted on it. We lived together and she was attractive.

One night at the restaurant we had gotten into an argument about me taking too many smoke breaks. After some time I stormed off into the walk-in refrigerator and she followed me. She eventually shut the door, grabbed my package, looked me in my eyes and said:

“Both here, and at home, you listen to me. Got it?”

I don’t know what kind of switch that interaction flipped, but I was immediately turned on and hooked. I agreed, she nodded, hit the white plunger on the door that releases it from the inside, and left.

More little instances happened in between, and I’ll keep this brief, but I didn’t go out for New Year’s Eve and neither did she. She knew I drank and was fine with it as long as I didn’t leave the house. She had mentioned she received a promotion to general manager at her job and we celebrated. She eventually put her hand on my thigh and said I had always been such a good boy since living there. That basically snowballed everything and without going into more detail, she essentially became my soft dominatrix for a few years, and no one ever knew.

Tried to keep it short and sweet, but I felt like today was a day to share some of this story.