Morning Machinations

You woke up the next morning in your aunt’s bed and found her not in it. You were kind of hoping to be woken up in a special way… imagining yourself pull away the sheets to find her between your legs and humming “good morning” around your cock. But alas. You felt almost a little relieved to be honest. Like you had some time to yourself now that you let the quiet of the empty room sink in. You took your time getting out of bed then, cleaning yourself up in the bathroom, brushing your teeth thoroughly and keeping your face clean shaven and styling your hair with bit more care. You were not a bad looking dude, even if your aunt wasn’t into dudes... just cock. Speaking of which yours was basically in a perpetual state of half-chub now. Luckily the shorts you decided to put on were loose fitting and you could be comfortable in them.

When you finally went to greet the day outside of the bedroom you heard a mumbling TV and headed to the couch. Sensing you, Aunt Les turned her head and smiled before returning to watch whatever morning program was on. She had gone back to her normal look and didn’t resemble your mother that much… which was probably a good thing for your psyche. You looked at the clock on the wall, calculating how many hours it had been since her last dose. She seemed to be holding up for longer than usual this morning. Not sure whether to worry or not you headed toward the kitchen.

“Coffee?” you asked her from behind the counter.

“Yes please.” She didn’t turn around to reply.

You sat down next to her with two steaming coffee mugs, placing hers on the coffee table.

“Good morning,” she said, glancing at you and smiling warmly. She was wearing a long grey t-shirt, the neck hole so large you would probably see her nipples if she leaned forward too much. You saw a flash of dark short shorts just beneath the shirt.

“Morning Aunt Les,” you said, carefully but not obviously looking over the woman. You took a few sips of coffee before setting it down. What was going on with your aunt-

“Are you ready for me this morning?” said the woman, her eyes drifting away from the television screen to your lower regions. You almost sighed, relieved, as she reached over for you before you even responded.

“Of coursse….” you nodded, your aunt pulling down your shorts and grasping onto your quickly thickening cock. The hungry expression on her face made you throb, her strokes long and practiced as she worked you. “You haven’t had a dose in a while… how do you feel?” you asked her, remembering that you were a scientist. She looked up from your cock to grin at you.

“Needy,” she replied. “I need it bad…” There was a growl to her voice and you felt the thick bead of precum she was already squeezing out of you. Seeing this she smiled wider, leaned in. Resting her arms in your lap while slowing her pump she breathed your morning fresh scent, then wrapped her warm lips around the bulging head of your cock. She gently sucked on you for a few minutes, pulling at your length with her fingers, her tongue lightly flicking the underside of your head as she coaxed the flow of precum out of you. Her eyes fluttered closed and under the noise of the television you could hear your aunt’s wet mouth. You watched her enjoying you, drinking you down, tasting you in anticipation for the real thing. This is what it felt like to be worshipped, you realised. The woman caressed your loaded balls with one hand while massaging your shaft with the other, never once detaching that wonderful suction at your tip.

This was bliss and you couldn’t help but run your hands through her hair, fingers brushing through their softness. She looked up at you again and it prompted you to push her head down. She slid your cock deeper until it filled her throat. Her eyes rolled back, drool pushing past her lips and pooling down her chin and your balls. Another realisation came as you finally hit the back of her throat and she gently backed off of you. Your aunt was taking her time with it this morning… really savoring the experience. There would be no complaints from you if this was how she wanted to extract her doses from now on. To see the woman take care of you so languidly was extra erotic and you could feel the slow building heat from your waiting load. She went deep on you again and you groaned at the tightness, and that’s when the knock on the door came.

You jolted and heard your aunt gag as you thrust. She retreated slightly but still kept the tip of your cock in her mouth. Staring at the door wide eye you felt your heartbeat thundering.

“Leslie? Leslie!” came a muffled voice beyond the door. There was more knocking. “Les!”

It was your mother. You covered your own mouth as you were made to moan again, your aunt slurping loudly up your length before popping you out of her lips.

“I’ll be right there!” she called over her shoulder. You could only stare at your aunt as she kept stroking you, the wicked smile on her face glistening from all the spit running down her chin. “You better cum now,” she whispered conspiratorially. “All in my my mouth, baby boy.” She squeezed your cock a little tighter and you felt your stomach lurch. “Make sure I don’t miss a drop.” Then she dropped back down and engulfed you. Your hands found her head automatically as she began to bob on you, her tongue pressing you against her inner cheeks as she sucked you off. “Just a minute!” she said one last time as she came up for breath. You started to thrust into her mouth as you pulled her head down, the wet sounds of you face fucking your aunt fortunately not loud enough to filter through the door. Imagine if your mom had a key… if she had just stumbled into the apartment unannounced to find her son balls deep in her sister’s skull. You came with a growl, gritting your teeth as you unloaded into your addict of an aunt’s throat. She wasn’t just a cum addict, she was apparently a bit of an adrenaline junkie as well, you suspected as you pumped away. She must have known your mother was coming to visit again… you remembered just then that the conference she had gone to must have finished and she was on her way home…

You exhaled greatly as the final shot of your semen was injected into your aunt’s esophagus. She rose from your lap with an almost drunken loll to her head and roll to her shoulders. She wiped at her mouth and chin with an arm, still smiling stupidly while you were left catching your breath. She then reached for her coffee mug and took a long swig, swishing a mouthful before swallowing it. She also pulled your shorts up for you, the snap of elastic pulling you out of your stupor.

“Play it cool, naughty nephew,” she grinned, standing as she went to get the door. You tried to, sitting up straighter and wiping down the wrinkles of the couch with one hand. Aside from the slightly damp feeling of your aunt’s drying saliva on your cock under your shorts things didn’t look all that suspicious, you told yourself. You tried to sit naturally as you watched your aunt unlock the door and it swung open.

“What took so- oompf!” Your mother’s query was interrupted by a warm hug from her sister. Your eyes became giant discs when you saw Aunt Les give the woman a quick kiss on the lips as a secondary greeting.

“How was your conference?” asked your Aunt cheerily, her arms still hanging off your mom’s neck. Hugs and kisses weren’t an abnormal thing in your family but Leslie’s chipperness so early in the morning seemed to catch your mom as off guard as it did you.

“Er… fine. Boring,” she replied finally, dragging her suitcase into the apartment. She then saw you on the couch and looked surprise for a moment, like she had forgotten you would be there, then smiled her motherly smile.

“Hi mom,” you said with a meek wave, trying to not be awkward about it while realising you were shirtless on the couch.

“Don’t just sit there, John,” snapped your aunt as she shut the door behind her. “Go get your mom a cup of coffee.”