A better kind of hug

You squat a little bit and spread your arms, universal sign language for "Come here, you!" Aunt Sarah eagerly closes the distance, pressing her breasts against you as she squeezes your neck. You hug her back for a bit before following her tight body down to her ass, then her legs. You pull her thighs upward and she gets the hint, wrapping her sculpted legs around your waist. You reach below her, angle yourself upward, and slide easily into her perfect pussy.

It is literally perfect. Aunt Sarah is wet, per your directive, and her walls seem shaped specifically for your cock. Her trained muscles grip you tightly without causing too much friction. You don't even want to thrust, **** to pull so much as an inch of your shaft out of this silky heaven, and you know this'll be over far too quickly if you did.

"I missed my little guy," she whispers directly in your ear. "But you're definitely not so little anymore! I guess you missed me, too? I'm flattered that you'd come straight to find me, with all these beautiful bodies to choose from."

"I-I love you, Aunt Sarah," you gasp. "You're one of the hottest women I have ever seen; I've wanted you for years!"

"I know, Johnny," she laughs. "You boys are never as subtle as you think; I saw you staring at my ass the moment you hit puberty. And you're one of the six perverts who're actually following my yoga account."

"Oh. About that..."

"It's okay, I like the attention. I keep posting, don't I? Now, what can I do for you?"

"I could use your professional services, actually. A-as a lawyer. I don't mean that you'd do this professionally. Not that you couldn't; you'd probably make more as a prostitute than a lawyer, to be honest."

"I'm flattered, I think..." Aunt Sarah leans back a little to look you in the eye. Your faces are just inches apart, and the new angle pushes you even deeper inside her. "I'll definitely keep it in mind; it's good to have a back-up plan."

Your mom pops in over your shoulder, "He's worried about the laws surrounding his condition."

"Specifically, child support," you explain. "If I use a girl and get her pregnant, am I responsible for the kid?"

"Are you into impregnation?" Mom asks, suddenly a little panicked. "There were plenty of creampies in your porn history, but I didn't really think anything of it. I can ask around and see if anyone's ovulating."

"No!" you protest, "not especially."

"Are you sure?" Aunt Sarah wiggles her hips a little, and your knees nearly give out. "I think your cock grew a little when she mentioned it, if that's even possible."

"Y-yes! I know what I'm into. I'm not looking to knock anyone up, but it's kinda the inevitable result of having this much sex, y'know?"

"That's exactly how the law sees it, Johnny. Your condition requires you to orgasm at least once every three hours; as I understand it, any actions you take to bring about that orgasm are exempt from all public decency, sexual misconduct, and even basic **** laws, and any pregnancies produced by those orgasms are the sole custody of their mothers. It's unprecedented, really; you're the sexual equivalent to an Act of God."

That is a massive weight off your metaphorical shoulders, but Aunt Sarah is beginning to weigh rather heavily on your literal shoulders. You back slowly to a nearby armchair, with help from Mom and Caitlin, and carefully sit down. Every movement sends chills through you as your dick shifted inside of her.

"You're free to do whatever you want to me, or anyone else, so long as it gets you off."

She leans in again, her lips close enough to tickle your earlobes as she whispers; "I'm very fertile, and I'd be happy to raise your cousin."