Farewell, Good Morning

"Just let him sleep. He looks so peaceful."

You tried not to move your face after hearing your mother's voice and waited a bit before squinting open your eyes. The morning light was easy to adjust to and you rolled your sights in search of a familiar sound. You saw your mother and aunt by the door (fully dressed), standing close to each other, your aunt's hands holding your mom's elbows. They leaned in and shared a farewell kiss. It wasn't a quick peck on the cheek either. They lingered then got greedy, your mother pressing forward to taste her sister's lips and re-examine her mouth with her tongue. You wondered if she could taste anything different about your aunt. "I think I'll drop by again on my way back," said your mother after they broke their kiss and Leslie nodded with a smile.

"You can stay longer if you want," she offered.

"Don't tempt me, vile lesbian she-demon," said your mother as she pulled away and grabbed the handle of her suitcase. "Take care of my boy okay?" At that you closed your eyes and pretended to not yet be aware of the world.

"Oh I will," said your aunt. "I'll take great care of him." This made your mother snort, for she did not suspect a thing, then you heard one more, quicker kiss, then the door opened, there was a slap of hand on a parting ass, then the door closed. You heard your aunt sigh then walk to the kitchen. A fifteen minute wait later you yawned loudly to signal how awake you became suddenly just now not earlier but now.

Your aunt had just started the pot of coffee when she greeted you. "Ah sleeping beauty," she said. "Your mom left already. She might drop by in a week when her whatever conference is done." Nodding at that you yawned again, a real one this time, last night catching up to you. "Sorry for waking you up in the middle of the night like that," said your aunt apologetically, pretty and genuine.

"That's okay," you said, leaning on the kitchen counter to wait for your coffee. You thought about what you saw and felt a pang of guilt start to well up. It was uncomfortable and there was a strange urge in you to come clean. Another part of you wasn't so noble and scoffed. But... what if... "About last night..." you started.

"Yeah? I think I was starting to go through withdrawals," she noted, thinking you were wanting notes for your research. "Not sure exactly what time it was though... uh... hmm." Your aunt tapped at her chin trying to think... trying to remember when she started making out with her sister and how longer after that did her craving for cum become too much to handle...

"That's not what I mean," you said, feeling a knot in your stomach that butterflies where fluttering around. You looked up to her curious gaze and she tilted her head.