Slippery Slopes

"What are you doing?" you croaked. You had to ask but you didn't know why. The mind was foggy with pain. Your aunt got down on the slick floor carefully, the steady stream of water now cascading down the slippery slope of her neck and shoulders and onto her breasts. She had beautiful breasts, your aunt... but now that they were wet... so delicious... your cock throbbed and you groaned from the flare of pain.

"Sssshh," you aunt cooed, pressing closer to you and laying a tender hand on your cheek. Her other tender hand found your crotch and you groaned again from the sharp ache that bloomed at her touch.

"Don't-" you hissed, and she let go of you in surprise.

"Sorry!" she said, her plump tits jiggling under the water as she reeled. Your breath was ragged as you recovered from the pain and your aunt regarded you with concern. "Is there anything I can do?" she said, turning your attention to her angelic face, that care and warmth in her eyes easing everything for a moment. You wished she could do something, just so that she wouldn't have to worry, but touching your cock was a no go right now. She swallowed then leaned in close, her voice low, made harder to hear from the sound of running water. "How about this?" she whispered before she pressed her lips onto yours. You didn't react at first, thinking you had imagined it in your addled state, but you tasted her mouth and finally you groaned. She parted from you tenderly, her breath still hot on your tongue. "Is that any better?" she asked.

You're not sure if you answered but you must have responded affirmatively because she kissed you again and this time it was longer, harder, and her tongue snaked past your teeth. She explored your mouth, and your tentative response soon grew firm as you met her insistence. Your aunt moaned, her hands sliding from your chest to your back, gently pulling you closer as she shifted her knees. She broke from you to look down, getting into a more comfortable position, that position being straddled on one of your legs. Her right knee just barely brushed your balls. There was another pang from your crotch but you could ignore it, feeling her hot mound pressed on your thigh as she gently took your lips again. "I'm so sorry baby," she said, now interspersing her kisses with breathy apologies. "You did all this for me... such a good boy... my good little nephew... his poor cock...." You had to pull away now to catch your breath, the thudding heartbeat in your ears drowning out your ache for another moment.

"Aunt Les," you sighed, looking from where her cunt met your leg, up her smooth flat stomach, her luscious breasts with their succulent nipples, sensual rivulets cascading down her curves, then finally saw her face.

"What? What's wrong?" she said, her cheeks flushed, everything about her beauty now wet and wonderful. Nothing. There wasn't anything wrong. You moved forward to initiate this time and she moaned from her chest. You were caught up in the heat of her body, the shower now radiating with it despite the still running water. The wetness ran over your faces, slipping between your lips pressing together. You were tasting her more strongly with the mistiness, smelling her better, the liquid enhancing all your senses as if to override the pain in your cock. Her short hair was matting to her face and you brushed it away from her eyes while she sucked on your tongue.

There was another **** break that had you both gasping. It was either that or drown. Your aunt smiled affectionately at you, still holding your face, her thumb lightly brushing your bottom lip. "You're not a bad kisser," she complimented you, smirking, "...for maaAHHN! AHH!" Your aunt gripped your shoulders, nails digging into the flesh which you could barely feel, but was a welcome distraction from the other pain. You had your hand between her legs now, two fingers wedged where her warm lips were pressing against your thigh. That pain of your cock was ever present so you had decided to distract yourself from it by trying... this. Your aunt was staring at you, the spike in adrenaline letting you feel her heartbeat from how intimately you were all over each other, holding each other. You could see a battle behind her eyes... but it was short-lived. When you aunt raised herself up on her knees, just enough to make room for your hand, you began to rub her sex with long gentle strokes. She shuddered under the water. You knew she had been getting wet. The shower wasn't disguising that fact while she was grinding on your lap. Now you could feel it flowing from her, the cum addicted lesbian's libido flaring from a man's touch. "Oh my god... oh mY GOD!" she moaned. The second cry was for when your fingers slid into her slippery folds, her tight wet heat now on your fingertips. You stroked gently, testing her hole and gulping at how tight she seemed. It's because she was clenching, her nerves making her shoulders rigid.

The look on her face was amazing, the strain of pleasure and uncertainty there, her emotions confused. You had to kiss her again. She moaned into your mouth, your fingers going deeper, her honey dripping down to your mid-knuckles. You could feel the tension ebbing away from her as she tasted your lips, your digits rubbing her slickness. Your thumb found her already swelling clit and she trembled against you. She had to break from the kiss again and gasped, her body curling forward a little with every gentle stroke you gave your sensitive nub, like she was a coil being wound. "John..." she moaned, her ear on your cheek as pleasure started to build and sweep through her form. "You're making me... you're making me cum John... with your fingers... oh my god you're gonna make me cum...make me cum... CUM! AAHHHHAAAA!" She shook against you, her arms wrapping around your shoulders as her cunt began clenching at your still slithering fingers. Her hips were moving too, her legs squeezing together and only stopped from closing completely because yours was in the way. "Fuuuck! AHHHH!" she continued, then grabbed your head to kiss you again, hard, appreciative and wanting. With a sigh she fell into you, her knee sliding between your legs and making you cry out when she nudged your painful erection... but for some reason it wasn't as bad as you thought it could be. You slid your fingers out of her, and as you reached up for the handle of the shower you kept her head balanced on your chest. Finally you turned off the water completely. You and your aunt lay together in a silent, warm and wet embrace for a few seconds catching your breaths.

You felt your aunt shift her head slightly on your chest and looked down, noticing the angle of her face meant she was seeing your solid stiffness still glistening and sore. "Is it going to get better?" she asked, her fingers flexing, the woman holding back on her urge to wank you. You looked at your own swollen member, it's pulsing redness now like a warning.

"It should... eventually," you said. You actually did feel a bit better now than before. A bit. The pain seemed to be tempered a little even if your erection hadn't waned.

"Then let's get you out of the shower and dry you off," suggested your aunt, regaining her strength and getting to her feet. With a nod you let her carefully help you up. Now that you were both standing there naked in the enclosed space of the shower things felt like they could get a awkward but she stepped out before any weirdness could register. She handed you a fluffy pink towel then started padding herself down with her own orange one. You were deliberate in how you wielded the towel, making sure you didn't accidentally knock your own cock with with, the shock likely to make you hit the bathroom floor. When you were dry enough your aunt took the damp towel from you. You felt that warm pleasantness of being freshly washed even though it hadn't been a proper shower, and you felt warmer with your aunt now gazing dreamily up at you, standing close enough for her body heat to be felt on your skin. She got to her toes to kissed you again, her lips feeling even softer somehow, a whole different sensation to being in the shower. It dazed you when she pulled away.

"I'll make us some calming tea," she said, turning and taking the towels with her. "Maybe that will help." You watched her leave, the roundness of her naked rump not lost on you. The earlier, sharper pangs from your genitals were now duller, the worst of it seemingly passed now though not gone completely. Maybe some tea would help.