The Road Trip Part 2

"That's everything," you said, stuffing your duffel bag into the back of the car. There were also two cases of research tools and mobile lab equipment in there that you decided to bring but probably weren't going to need. But just in case.

Your aunt was all smiles as she got into the car wearing one of your printed t-shirts from college. It was oversized for her and gave the effect that your aunt wasn't wearing any bottoms with how short her denim cutoffs were, but at least it was clean. Despite having just endured a rather messy session in your kitchen your aunt seemed very relaxed as you started the drive back to her apartment. The extra beer she decided to down before leaving probably had something to do with it.

She leaned against the door, staring out the window, her legs tucked up, bare feet on the edge of the seat. There was a youthfulness about your aunt even though she was around the same age as your mother. A flash in your mind as you recalled your aunt there covered in your cum suddenly had your mother in her place in the image for a moment and you had to slam on the breaks before you ran a red light.

"Woo!" Your aunt was jolted forward but she didn't seem to mind and sank back into her seat looking quietly content. As the light turned green you noticed your aunt turn her head to look at you in your peripheral vision. You glanced at her, her unblinking stare rather unnerving. Before you could say anything your aunt wondered out loud "Are you enjoying this?"

You blinked at the road at her question, which didn't exactly sound accusatory but still felt uncomfortable.

"What do you mean?" you said dumbly, trying to buy some time to gather your thoughts.

"I mean... giving me loads. Are you enjoying it?" she asked, still staring.

"Well... it's sort of the only way to give you one," you stated, as matter-of-factly as possible. "It's the natural course of... masturbation... to get the... end product." You were sounding less convincing but tried to maintain your air of professionalism.

"Mmm..." hummed your aunt, though it was hard to determine exactly how she felt about that. Then she let out a sigh and turned back to the window. "Why couldn't you be a hot girl?" she asked the world at large. You snorted at her exasperation, relaxing a little.

"Like a chick with a dick?" you ventured.

"I guess? I don't know. Just not a man," she replied. There was moment of quiet reflection as a semi-trailer overtook the car. "Why couldn't I be addicted to pussy juice?" said your aunt.

You let that hang in the air for a bit and continued driving, concentration on the speeding traffic your top priority. "Fuck it's been so long since I've been with a girl," groaned your aunt, shifting in her seat. The sound of her bare thighs sliding against each other was like silk caressing your ears.

"Really?" you said, trying to be conversational but also curious. "How long?"

"Since before I was diagnosed," she said sadly. "It was just too hard to get into things. Too distracting."

You thought for a bit, trying to remember who your aunt was with last time she visited your grandmother's for Christmas.

"What happened to Shirley?" you asked her, happily remembering the spunky blonde dutch girl with a penchant for sundresses made of thin fabric. Your aunt hummed again, also remembering her fondly.

"Shirlz and I weren't ever a serious thing," she said, gently stroking her own leg as she stared at the sky. "She's not even in the state anymore. Or the country? I don't remember. She would probably have a giggle fit if she heard about this."

You smiled to yourself then, remembering the tittering laugh Shirley had, which you heard often during that Christmas dinner thanks to your aunt's lame jokes. "I haven't even told any one," your aunt confessed. You looked at her and she pursed her lips at you, shrugging. "None of my friends know. God it would be so embarrassing if they found out." This made you frown.

"Why haven't you told them? Maybe they could help," you said, like some kind of idiot, but unable to stop yourself. "Like maybe... your gay male friends? They might be able to donate." God shut up, fool.

Your aunt snorted and laughed out loud, shaking her head.

"Yeah right," she said. "They're probably out getting their dicks sucked by male addicts. I know Johann quit his job at the bar to become a donor. Slippery little tit." She laughed again, quite heartily, and had to slide her feet off her seat. She burped, her face a little pink, that second beer still with her. You thought about what she said about her gay friends and realised she was probably right. "And I don't think they could jack off on the spot for someone like me," she added, tucking some of her hair behind an ear. "Even for a friend." Probably also accurate.

"Well you can tell them anyway," you said, trying to be supportive. "They're your friends. Embarrassing or not you'd want to know if your friends were suffering from a life threatening illness." You hadn't meant to get so dark with it but your aunt seemed to take it well and she nodded.

"Yeah, sure. Maybe later," she said. That was good enough for you, not that it was really any of your business either way. "Please do not tell your mother," said your aunt firmly, no jokiness in her tone at all. She grabbed onto your arm to make it clear. "Do not."

"I won't," you agreed, giving her a look. "Especially not if I'm your current donor." Your aunt paused, as if she only just remembered that her nephew was her cum donor, then nodded.

"Right right," she said.

Another stretch of silence and you looked at the clock to figure out how long of the drive was left. "Speaking of," started up your aunt again, sitting up. "Your loads..." She paused, thinking. You sighed. This ought to be good. "Are your loads big?" You gave her a sideways look and but her curious stare was persistent. "I'm no expert but they seem pretty big." She absently rubbed her chin, probably not even aware she was doing it.

You shrugged, wanting to seem humble, but you were admittedly quite proud of how much cum you could produce and how often you could produce it. Science aside you were basically a perfect specimen of a donor.

"A bit above average," you said, deciding to go with a little modesty. Nods continued from your aunt.

"And what's your diet like?" she asked, a fountain of curiosity apparently springing up from her somewhere.

"My diet?" you repeated, a little confused. The amount didn't really have much to do with what you ate, you had found. You just made big loads naturally.

"I mean like, I've read how what you eat changes how it tastes," clarified your aunt, which was surprising to find out. Why would she be reading about that? But it was true. And if you were actually scheduled to be a regular donor for someone you would be adjusting your diet slightly to try and make your cum more pleasant.

"That is how it works," you confirmed. "Fruits and stuff, plenty of water. Pineapple or pineapple juice works well to make it less unpleasant. Even sweeter."

"Didn't see a lot of fruit in your fridge," noted your aunt, her lips curling downwards. You tried not to laugh.

"Well yeah. Normally I would be eating better if I was scheduled," you tried explaining. "This whole thing kind of came up unexpectedly."

"Fair enough," she said. "Do you mind... doing that? Eating better?"

"I definitely will," you said.

"Good. I don't think I'll ever like the taste but whatever you can do, y'know?" she said. She was looking out the window again and you heard her swallow then another muffled burp. "Thanks. I appreciate it."

Then she closed her eyes, leaning her head against the window. You just nodded, deciding to drive the rest of the way back with just the sound of the radio.