Moregasm

"I think I can cum again," you said, making your aunt sit up to attention, meerkat-like in her alertness. After a beat she caught herself, selfconscious about how eager she must have looked and tried to relax her awkward body language. She shifted on the couch next to you, trying to seem casual although she had already been seated a lot closer than she usually was.

"Are you sure?" she said, trying to avert her gaze from the all-day tent in your pants. "I could try to last until the morning if it's too painful." It was a sweet sentiment and made you smile, but you knew the addiction didn't work like that. She probably did too and was just trying to make you feel better.

"It doesn't hurt as bad any more," you told her, which was true. "Maybe your tea helped." While the pain had lessened over the last few hours, easing quite a bit over dinner which helped you eat a little more, that ache was ever present and threatening.

"And the icecream for dessert," added your aunt, moving in more intimately as her hand absently caressed your thigh, her elbow brushing your shirtless torso. You continued to smile but you wore it like a mask. If you were going to be honest about all of this, the pain was only barely manageable at this point. You weren't sure if handling your cock wouldn't make it worse... but your aunt needed her load. And you needed to cum. Your balls felt weighty, like they were leaving an impression in the seat of the couch. And you were horny now too. It was an odd feeling to be erect while not really aroused, then having a strange rush of feeling to your nethers when you saw the wetness of your aunt's lips. Her hand went to your waist band and stopped, her face waiting for you to be sure that this would be okay. A nod, and your cock was back out in the world again. It felt like the eye was squinting at the glare of the living room lights, the momentary flash of pain gritting your teeth.

Your aunt was empathetic in the slow way she grasped onto your shaft and there was that mix of pleasure and deep discomfort that came with feeling her soft fingers and warm palm. "You're not looking like that feels good, John," you aunt said, noticing the grimace.

"I'm good... I'm good," you breathed, unable to hide the strain in your voice. She let go of you and you sighed, slightly relieved but also annoyed. Mostly at your stupid body.

"Well at least let's not do it dry," you heard her say, your eyes currently closed as you recovered. You expected to feel her wonderful warm mouth on your cock then, but when her wet breath never came you looked over to your aunt. She had her shorts hanging off her ankle, kicking them off finally as she spread her legs next to you on the couch. She had her hand at her crotch and you could only watch in confused, aching arousal for a few seconds until she sighed leisurely and pulled her fingers back up. Her whole hand glistened with her juices and with that same slick hand she spread her wetness onto your cock.

"Oh god..." you croaked, still feeling the heat retained in her fluids on your skin. She gently stroked your your now damp member with damper hand. Her bare shoulder rubbed against yours as she went back to her well with the other, digging her fingers into her pussy for more.

"I'm so wet," she sighed, bring up another cupped handful of runny honey then slathering your crotch with it. The way the warmth of her soaked into you then cooled from the air was the most soothing balm you could imagine. She exchanged hands in stroking you again and dipped back to her sopping cunt. "Thinking about your cum makes me so wet..." she told you, her breath on your ear. You knew that scientifically this was true. As the severity of the addiction increased, the more easily aroused and primed for sex your aunt's body would become. It had a certain logic to it but the way she was rasping to you made it clear that it wasn't just your semen that had the lesbian's pussy so soaked.

You groaned as your aunt slopped another palmful of her sweet juices on you then got off the couch. Your cock was unhanded for just a moment as your aunt tossed away her tank top, then she stepped up to the couch, standing between your legs as she stroked you. From this beautiful view you could see her superb tits gently bouncing and just how much she was dripping. She rubbed herself in front you with a cupped hand, collecting the juices leaking from her slit. Her knees pressed onto the edge of the couch, your aunt needing lowering herself even closer to your erection for a more comfortable angle of access.

It made the task of transferring her lubrication onto your throbbing cock a lot quicker, but you didn't want to suggest the much more efficient way that could be done. You weren't actually sure if your wounded hard on would have been able to handle it anyway. Looking up to your aunt's face you could see she was concentrating, pink with lust, brow knit in determination

"This is amazing," you told her, making her eyes flicker to yours, a smile cracking her lips. She was making a mess on the couch with how wet she had gotten you, her juices dripping down into the upholstery around your crotch. This didn't seem to matter and she spread her legs a bit more and angled her hips closer to you. There was a slight squirt from her pussy and she spread her lips with a moan, spraying a short spurt of thick clear juice directly onto your cock. It was hot and and almost felt like it was burning with how raging your painful erection was but at the same time was the greatest feeling in the world. She used two hands on your cock now. Her thumbs took turns rubbing the underside of your head, that lesson about the sensitivity of your frenulum obviously sticking. It was so slick and hot it was almost like you were in her throat. "I'm gonna cum..." you warned her with a groan, your thighs tightening. "Aunt Les... I'm gonna cum..." The repeated call was was louder but your aunt didn't seem to care. She wasn't getting on her knees to suck you off, she just kept jerking you with her hands, upright while her cunt dribbled her wetness down to her knees. "I'm cumming... fuck! I'm cumming!" you cried, and she milked you more firmly in responses. The first eruption went high but straight up, your aunt angling your cock completely vertically as she pumped you. Pain and pleasure bloomed in equal measure as you spurt and spurt, your enhanced loaded bubbling out of your like your cock was a creamy fountain, the cum spilling out over your aunt's hands and down your shaft. You felt stray droplets hitting your stomach and thighs, which probably meant some of it was splashing on your aunt's skin too, but you were only able to see her through partially open eyes. She had the widest smile on her face, her stare fixed as she observed out how much cum you spilled. Your pelvis felt weighed down by the tremendous overflow pooling around to your stomach and your aunt was still extracting more from your hard shaft.

"I can't wait any more," she groaned finally, letting go of your cock, her hands dripping. She went forward and unexpectedly you you felt her mouth on your lips. She was kissing you again, her sticky fingers on your chest and you moaned into her mouth. You wanted more of her tongue, her lovely taste, but she pulled away and left you mouthing at the air. There were no complaints from you as she took your cock in her thirsty mouth, the **** with which she was sucking up your jizz almost taking your breath away. You'd finally stopped spurting and she moved on, her tongue and lips around your crotch now, recovering all that she could, but not all that concerned about what she lost making you cum this way. You had cum so much she would still be able to get her fill. She slurped against your skin, making your feel so much better all over below the waist, not just your cock. She was rubbing her face into your cum, soaking her cheeks as she slid along and licked you clean... or clean enough.

When your aunt was finally done it all still looked like quite a mess. You took in the image of her kneeling between your legs, her face sheen in sticky seed, some of it sliming her hair to her forehead. She was sucking her fingers and you could see and feel her the smeared hand prints on your chest and stomach. Your aunt seemed so happy, drenched in your cum like this, inside and out. She let out a sigh and stood, taking your hand. Her was grip of course sticky, but you followed her footsteps, feeling lighter on your own feet as well. "We'll rinse off in the shower," she said, dragging you into the bathroom. The water came on, your aunt adjusting the heat along with the cold this time until the glass fogged pleasantly with steam. You both stepped under the warm stream, the mess almost washed away completely from both of your bodies in seconds. "You're better," noted your aunt, gently poking your now waning member. It was slow going, but your erection was definitely going down, and the soreness had reduced to just a faint ache you could push into the background. There was a nod, the warm wet body of your aunt standing so close to you the most pain relieving sensation of the day. Until you leaned forward, put a hand on the small of her back and pulled her in to kiss her. She sighed into your mouth, gently letting you taste her lips and teeth for a moment, and taste yourself. You both felt the water roll down your backs, heating your bodies, your chest against her breasts. Then she kissed you, sliding her tongue into your mouth, returning just a tiny sample bit of what you had given her over the last few days. You pulled away, breathing in steam and looked at your aunt's rosy, dreamy face. "Careful now," she said, leaning forward and licking your lips, "you don't want to get addicted too."