Unwinding after work

You were unable to get the image of your aunt dressed in her business suit with her mouth around your cock out of your mind during your shower. All you could really do now was wrap the towel around your waist to cover your erection and hope that doing some work might help bring it down. Fat chance of that happening since your work was a constant reminder of your cum addicted lesbian aunt.

The front door to the apartment opened at the same time you walked out to grab a fresh set of clothes from your dufflebag by the couch. Your aunt seemed to stumble inside, holding her shiny high heels in one hand but not wearing anything on her feet aside from those silky black pantyhose.

"Oh!" she said in surprise, seeing you half naked in her living room. "Were you taking a shower?"

You looked down at your towel, your hand securing the front of it so that it wouldn't slip down or otherwise undo itself.

"No I was about to board a rocket to Mars," you said, having caught a bit of your aunt's sarcasm from living in such close quarters with her.

"Har dee har har," she retorted flatly but with a pleasant expression. She dropped her shoes by the door then tossed her handbag lazily onto the coffee table.

"How did the meeting go?" you asked her as you unzipped your dufflebag. Your aunt brushed by you and plopped herself onto the couch.

"Really good, actually," she said, looking up at you as she undid her earrings. "Wow you work out huh?" she noted, doing a quick scan up and down your bare chest.

You squinted at her, spotting her rosy cheeks. "Bet the ladies looove all them ripply lumps," she added, scattering her jewellery and glasses onto the table before sinking more comfortably into the couch. It was hard to tell if she included herself in referring to said ladies.

"Are you drunk?" you guessed accurately.

"I'm not drunk," she dismissed with a wave of her hand. "Just had a couple mimosas at lunch. Sharon wanted to celebrate after the ... whatever. Work stuff." She waved again to emphasise how boring or uninteresting it all was and closed her eyes for a bit. Goddamn was she a vision, your aunt laying there so slightly messy looking. She had taken off her shoes and jewellery but was still in that tight fitting jacket and too short pencil skirt, a single loosened button popping open the front of her shirt to reveal the lace of her bra underneath. A few strands of hair were out of place and her lips were still glossy with pink wetlook lipstick. Your erection was not going away.

You pretended you weren't staring at her as Aunt Les's eyes opened again and pulled out a light grey t-shirt from your bag. You studied the shirt convincingly. "So you're all nice and clean then huh," noted your aunt, her gaze scrutinising you again. Looking down at yourself you really felt like you ought to put some clothes on. "And you do plenty of manscaping I see," she added, accusatory finger indicating at parts of your body and starting to make you a bit self conscious.

"I'm gonna ... go get dressed," you said, reaching for your dufflebag to find another, less judgemental environment to change in.

"Wait," she said, stopping you and making you turn around. You gave her an expectant look since she wanted you wait. She blinked and then asked seriously "do you want me to suck your dick?"

Your towel almost burst open from her question with how hard you suddenly got but somehow it managed to say put. You swallowed, staring at her wordlessly and at a loss. Your aunt looked away and sighed. "I mean is that what you want me to do? Is that why you became a donor? To get your dick sucked?" she continued, in an patient tone of voice that suggested whatever your answer was she wouldn't be mad at you for it. You had to sit down and carefully did so next to her on the couch, towel still keeping you somewhat modest.

"Where is this coming from?" you say, trying to process whatever was happening but finding it difficult with the lessened bloodflow to your brain right now.

"Look I've done some reading and I know that a lot of donors out there get sucked off or even fuck their... patients," she said, matter-of-factly, as was your aunt's way. "Is that what you want me to do, John? Me? Your aunt? Do you want your aunt to suck your dick?" The way she saying it no longer sounded like an offer, it was more like she wanted to get an understanding of where your head was at. You shrugged and stared at her glasses on the coffee table in place of looking her in the eyes. The answer was totally yes... and not just in regards to the sucking... but that's not something you can just admit to.

"I mean... I'm a guy," you started, presenting yourself as Exhibit A. "Getting your dick sucked feels amazing. If you wanted to I wouldn't stop you," you said, trying to sound logical rather than hopeful. "It's not like I want you to. I just want it. I don't necessarily want you." Lies. All lies. But you were building a believable case. Aunt Les looked at you, considering this, then nodded, as if accepting your answer. There was a sense of relief to seeing her expression relax but you couldn't help yourself. "Do you want to suck my dick?" you asked her, grinning.

"Bleck, no," she said firmly, making your heart sink. "Maybe. I don't know... " she then added, hope reigniting within you like a brilliant exploding firework. "This morning was weird," continued your aunt, now staring through you, most likely lost in the memories she was recalling. "When I... tasted it... I didn't like it. I know I didn't. It was, no offense, really disgusting and gross... but I still sort of...wanted it? I'm guessing that's the addiction talking. My body knowing what comes out of there... what's on the other side... oh Jesus..." She wiped her hand over her mouth. "Oh my god I'm drooling," she said with mild shock mixed with resignation. "Fuck, I'm the worst lesbian ever..." But a great aunt, you wanted to add but didn't. You nodded instead.

"That's the increased libido I guess," you guessed. "We honestly don't have that much data from homosexual women with your condition so yeah... I don't know what to tell you. You're still in a woman's body? Biology is not always obvious in how it works." Your eyes drifted down to that body and wonderful work of biology and your towel shifted slightly.

"Oh man, I must be the biggest cock tease," your aunt said, noticing the movement. She put a hand to her face in humble embarrassment. Then she smiled. "Figures. I've had plenty of girls accuse me of being a clit tease."

You laughed at that, though it was a little **** with how uncomfortably turned on you were. Your aunt looked at her watch, or gave it a cursory glance which was probably too quick to actually tell what time it was, then said, "I think it's time for my load."