Leslie was awake.

“Holy shit.” She was definitely awake.

Leslie was also spread eagle on the bed, her fingers sliding up and down that pretty puffy mound, basically presenting that leaking slit to whoever would appear at the door. You swallowed, remembering the taste and stumbled forward with your cock spearheading the way.

While she watched you walk in she moaned, still spreading her juices around her swollen sex. On your approach she slid over the sheets to get onto her knees. Her silk robe was open and you got to see how her plump tits swung as she got on all fours, resting on her elbows, and looked up at you.

“John,” your aunt sighed, reaching out for you before you met the edge of the bed. She grabbed you by the waistband and her knuckles brushed your tip. “Gimme that cock…” she drooled. Literally her mouth was watering and her tongue lolled out hungrily as she revealed your hard dick. There wasn’t any kissing or licking this morning, she simply held onto your hips and engulfed your cock in her warm wet mouth and moaned. She bobbed twice, slurping loudly, then pushed you into her throat, burying her nose into your pubic hairs.

“Shit! That’s… aahh… jesus Aunt Les!” you grunted, unprepared, knees trembling at this cumslut’s efforts. You weren’t sure how she was able to hold her breath for so long with how deep she was keeping your cock in her, but you felt yourself pulsing like a heartbeat in there. As she gasped for a breath it created suction when she stuffed you back into her throat. Saliva was puddling on the sheets and you shivering all over. You looked down at the woman and put your hands and the back of her head, fingers threaded through her hair. She wasn’t looking up at you. She was in a world of her own. You weren’t even controlling her head with your grip, you were just holding on for dear life. You felt like you were about to die a little ****. She gurgled as she pushed her face into your pelvis. “Fuck! I’m cumming!”

You began to pump that cum straight down her throat. Her nails were digging into your thighs and she held herself with her chin on your pulsating balls. You were the center of all of her needs in this moment. “Fuuck… fuck!” was all you could utter, shouting it, completely lost in how wonderful it was to empty out your morning load into this lesbian cum addict. You shuddered as she pulled back a little, keeping your still spurting cock in her mouth to continue taking that unbelievably big load you now produced. You could hear your aunt gulping and felt her tongue working the last of it out of you.

Then you were finally drained and fell to your knees. “God damn,” you panted, resting your head on the edge of the bed and feeling the cool silk sheets on your skin. “That… that was…”

“That was loud,” chuckled your aunt. You looked up at her, her face right by yours with her wet chin in her hands and smiling at you. Her eyes were red and you could see the trail of tears down her cheeks. You hadn’t realised he had made her own eyes water sucking you off. But other than that your aunt appeared completely content.

And you had been loud… Only then did it hit you that your mother was in the apartment too. Having left the door wide open there was no way she hadn’t heard everything.

“Shit.”

Your aunt only giggled.

“Put your shorts on,” she commanded with a wave. Then she sat up on her knees and you again got that incredible view of the woman’s body in her open robe. Her pussy, glistening wet, was now level with your face. While you stared at this you somehow managed to pull your shorts up. Your aunt looked down at you with a smile, rubbing her pussy with a cupped hand. “Sorry John, you’ll have to go for now,” she said coyly. “I need someone else to take care of this. PATTY!” You were snapped back into reality by your aunt calling out for your mother. You stood in a bit of a daze and turned towards to door. A few moments later your mother peeked her head around the frame. You traded awkward looks with the woman and you could see that her cheeks were a little pink.

“Tag out,” commanded your aunt, giving you a gentle tap on the back which made you walk out the door. Your mother stared at the floor as you passed her, and you couldn’t help but give her an ocular pat down. You noticed that her own robe had been hastily tied together and that the hand she was holding it closed with was a little shiny and slick at the fingers.

When your mother went into the room she closed the door behind her. You heard a muffled call from your aunt from the other side telling you to go make breakfast. It was clear now that Leslie had worked out how to make the best of her unfortunate condition and this weird situation. You laughed to yourself and went to make some bacon and eggs.