Back at your Aunt's.

"And we're back," you announced, pulling into the parking spot in front of your aunt's apartment. It was mostly to yourself since your aunt had been sleeping the rest of the way here. Only she wasn't really.

"I'm gonna be sick," she groaned as you shut off the engine. You barely had time to react as your aunt fumbled for the door handle then practically tumbled out of the vehicle. You rushed around the car just in time to see her unleash the contents of her stomach onto the sidewalk. Grimacing, you grabbed hold of her arm to support her, your aunt hurling loudly, almost doubled over. It was over after a few seconds, the smell of beer and partially digested cheese rising up and making you both pull away from the now well fertilized patch of grass by the driveway. "I'm okay, I'm okay," you aunt said, waving you off and coughing. She straightened, wiping the edge of her mouth with a hand.

"Are you sure?" you asked her, looking the woman up and down.

"I think I got a bit car sick," she said, burping a little then clearing her throat. "Probably shouldn't have had the beers. And the olives..." She gave you an apologetic look, but she did seem better now. You sighed and helped her into the house and she decided to let you. After putting her on a the couch with a glass of water to settle you went to get your luggage.

Once you made sure everything was accounted for you went to check on your aunt. She did seem fine and had drank most of the water. She looked at you with a soft smile, which fell slightly when a thought crossed her mind. She sighed and sank back into the couch, suddenly despondent.

"What's wrong?" you asked, concern rising. She looked up at you, mouth to one side.

"I'm going to need another load aren't I?" she grumbled.

"Shit," you said. Despite 'secretly' loving giving your aunt loads, you had already cum twice today. You could do a third, even a fourth in the one day if needed, but the last one had not been that long ago. You might have needed some more time to replenish your stores. Not to mention having just watched your Aunt Leslie vomit had not been the biggest turn on. She glared at her feet miserably.