You Made Coffee

You took a few minutes longer than was necessary to make your mom’s cup. You needed the time to recompose yourself and think about what just happened. What was happening.

Your aunt had held off on getting your load of cum this morning until probably the last minute possible. She had practically timed it to your mother coming back from her conference. Knowing that the addiction affected people in different ways you had to remember to note this down. Apparently in your aunt's case it was causing a need for an additional adrenaline rush on top of sating her need for cum. Your cum... Your cum was in her mouth not 10 seconds before she went and kissed your mother on the lips... Granted she did take a generous swig of coffee first, perhaps to mask any lingering taste… Fuckin wow.

When you returned to the living room the sisters were sitting on the couch chatting. Your mother had shed a couple of layers of clothing, her sleeveless business top showing off her pale shoulders. Buttons that had been straining against her chest were undone, exposing a generous triangle of cleavage for onlookers. She was sitting sideways on the couch, her legs outstretch, feet resting over your aunt’s lap. The woman was relaxing after a long drive. You went over and handed your mother her mug and she smiled appreciatively at you.

“Thank you baby,” she said, then hummed as she took in the roasty aroma, and also because your aunt was rubbing her sore feet. You swallowed and tried to pretend like you were watching the TV.

“You can stay as long as you want,” said Leslie to her sister, continuing whatever conversation you had interrupted.

“Three days max,” noted your mother.

“As long as you want,” Leslie repeated. Your mother looked over to you and rolled her eyes. All you could do was shrug and smile and not shuffle your feet. Keeping her around the apartment like this was risky. You were wracking your brain now trying to figure out how to give your aunt her next load…

Your thoughts continued through after breakfast, the time passing sort of hazily as your mother and aunt spent the day catching up on what happened at the conference and on whatever ridiculousness of the world had been reported on the news. There were also more and more cases of cum addiction popping up across the country, and the sisters were discussing the topic with increasing regularity. You weren’t sure who kept bringing it up.

Just before a late lunch your mother decided to go take a shower. Your aunt stopped you in the kitchen by placing a hand on your crotch.

“We better make it quick,” she breathed into your ear. You heard the water running in the distance and nodded then your aunt went down to her knees in front of you like the good cock sucking lesbian she had become.

“My mom’s really staying here for three days?” you wondered aloud as you watched the woman pull down your shorts. Your cock was hard already of course, your balls again reloaded. The obscene thing hovered in front of the those tempting pink lips.

“At least three days,” said your aunt. She kissed the side of your shaft lovingly, a wonderful reminder this dream your life had become.

“How are we going to manage this for that long?” It was getting harder to worry about any nightmare scenarios the longer your aunt ran her lips and tongue around your throbbing member. She was getting you good and hard as well as slippery wet.

“We’ll figure something out,” was Aunt’s Les’s carefree response just before she enveloped your veiny girth.

“Fuck…” you gasped. Planing was put on hold as you threaded your fingers through your aunt’s short hair, gripping onto her head around the ears to leverage her cock hungry holster more effectively. You wished you could indulge yourself a bit more, take your time like this morning before the sudden interruption, but you also didn’t mind that your aunt was more or less letting you use her mouth to get yourself off as quickly as possible. Tthis was for her health, you reminded yourself. Of course.

She hummed her enjoyment with a staccato rhythm as you thrust into her throat. You got lost in the sensations of her gulping mouth, her thick saliva dribbling down your swelling nuts and speckling your thighs. Then you heard a squeak of pipes and the shower head shutting off. “Fuck fuck…” you swore under your breath, increasing your pace now. Your aunt’s muffled moans also grew louder and you wanted to tell her to be quiet but you also loved the sound of your cock slapping her tonsils like this. Finally you burst, erupting with knees wobbling ****, waves of intense pleasure rolling through you, heightened by the urgency of your mother’s ended shower. You felt like you came for a whole minute, you were probably close to it with how much cum you were made to pump now, and your aunt took it all like the cum dump champ that she was. She opened her throat and let all your seed spill down, sucking long on your head at the same time to extract as much as possible. You had to grip onto the kitchen countertop as to not fall over. She stood up quickly and at the same time expertly swept your shorts back up into place to hide your shame.

Your mother appeared at the doorway moments later none the wise, wearing a bathrobe she must have nabbed from the hotel she had stayed at for the conference, her wet hair wrapped in a towel. You were staring into the open fridge and letting the cool air cool your face. Again it was the dampness of your aunt's spit soaking into your shorts that was the most distracting thing as your mother moved into the kitchen to get herself a glass of water. Your aunt was hunting through the pantry.

“So what’s for lunch?” asked your mother. You slammed the fridge door shut and shuffled off to work on some lab stuff while your aunt stifled her giggle.