Shower Thoughts

Your cock was still taking its sweet time waning but it was on its way to going flaccid as per the natural order of things. It seemed like the treatment was evening itself out, that your body was adjusting to the biological changes. The warm water hitting your skin made a previously unnoticed tension melt away from your body. This appeared to have the opposite effect on your erection though. Or maybe it was just the sight of your naked aunt under the water next to you, her hands sliding over the rises and falls of her slippery body.

Then her hands were on your body, soapy fingers running over your chest and stomach as she helped ‘clean’ you. You were quiet, just watching your aunt, looking down at her wet tits while she rubbed you up. She seemed to be enjoying it. Enjoying the feel of your body, your muscles… your manliness?

“You’re bumpy,” she noted, just audible over the soft roar of the shower. She poked at your pec with a stiff finger. “Men are weird. Tits are much better,” she added, looking up at you with a smirk. You returned the smile, took her breasts in your hands and squeezed, sinking all of your fingers into her soft warm flesh. She hummed from your massage and her hands found on your still half-hard cock. “Better, right?” she asked you, shaking her tits a little while you still gripped them. “Nice and soft… not all… hard… like you…” she continued, stroking feeling back into your cock. You pressed forward, making your aunt back into the wall, and when she had nowhere to go you took her mouth with yours. She mumbled into your kiss before sliding her tongue out to meet yours. It was wet and warm, moreso because of the shower, and when you broke for breath it was still a little suffocating. Your aunt was gasping, your cock in her hands, still jerking you.

“You like it,” you teased her, thrusting into her grip. “You like my hard bits.” Then she stopped. Her soft hands were still wrapped around your renewed erection but she was no longer stroking it. Her shoulders sagged.

“Is this what my life now?” she said flatly, her voice hard to hear because of the running water. There was a cold feeling down your back when you watched her face fall.

“I was only kidding,” you began, but she shook her head then reached over and turned off the shower.

“I wasn’t,” she said, sliding down onto her knees in front of you. She started stroking your cock again, looking up at you with an odd expression. “I do like it,” she admitted, sighing. “Is this all I am now?” she asked, kissing the side of your cock with her soft lips, licking the water off of your shaft. You couldn’t answer, her confusing questions and incongruous actions turning your thoughts into so much shower steam. “Am I just a cum slut?”

You swallowed, looking down at this wet and wonderful woman, your cock flush against a cheek of her beautiful face. There was a pleading look in her gaze.

“The addiction is just that,” you said. “Don’t let it define you… you’re still you.”

“Am I?” she asked, now looking at your member in her hand. “Because all I want to do is put your cock in my mouth and make you cum down my throat.” At that admission you throbbed, and your aunt noticed how your cock pulsed. “It’s all I want to do. All the time. Even after I’ve had my fill… after you’ve given me your big hot load.” She started stroking and kissing your cock. “I just want more.” She licked the head and wrapped her lips around your width.

“Aunt Les,” you sighed, feeling her mouth slide down your shaft. She made herself gag on your cock and then pulled off you wetly. There was a cough then she cleared her throat loudly.

“I love that feeling now,” she gasped, wiping drool away with the back of her hand. “The feeling of your fat cock in my throat…” Her wide eyes searched up at you. “Is that me? Is this cock hungry whore who I am now?”

You could see how torn she was…see the identity crisis behind the lust in her eyes. Leslie had lived her entire life as a strong willed, outspoken lesbian woman. Things had been tough for her over the years, but she persevered through a lifetime of the discrimination and inequity that came with being gay and a woman. She thrived despite all of that… But now she was here. On the shower floor. Down on her knees before a man. Wanting nothing more that to let you use her mouth as a hole to cum in. She was beautiful in her despair, your heart sank while at the same time your cock grew harder.

“I’ll find a cure,” you said, taking hold of your aunt’s head and rubbing her lips with your cock. “I’ll cure you.” She stared at you, her mouth automatically opening to accept your dick. Her tongue welcomed the intrusion and you thrust forward. “I’ll do whatever it takes to make you better again,” you groaned, feeling her suck. “You’re not a slut,” you told her, feeling the back of her throat then pushing beyond it, your aunt’s gag reflex suppressed as she consciously relaxed her body. “You’re not a whore.” You started to fuck her mouth and she held onto your legs, caressing the back of your thighs. “You’re still you. You just need cum. And I’ll give it to you until there’s a cure. Okay?”

There was no way for your aunt to answer with a mouthful of hard dick, other than to **** herself deeper onto your cock and grip your ass harder. She wanted it rougher because she needed you to cum. You gripped the sides of her head and fucked her skull. Muffled, **** moans echoed off the tiled shower walls. Thick slathers of drool spilled down your aunt’s chin every time you withdrew your thick length from her throat. She gasped for what breath she could before you filled it again, her lips clamping around the base of your cock. Your balls already felt full again, and with her squelching airways jammed with your dick you were ready to empty them immediately. Her fingers dug into you and she pressed her nose into your pelvis, her gurgling urgency finally tipping you over the edge. You came with a strained noise in your throat as you filled hers, veins popping out of your neck. She struggled against you, but her hold on your legs was firm, locking you in place to ensure you continued pumping cum into her. You had to use the wall of the shower to push off, to pry your cock from of your aunt’s suction, just enough for the rest of your jizz to pour out onto your aunt’s tongue. She needed cum more than oxygen, and you saw how she swayed a little as she drank you down. You staggered backwards a step, your spent cock popping from the dazed woman’s mouth, her breaths low and shallow, her face pink and wet. There was a smile on her face that couldn’t be removed now that she had a stomach full of cum. You helped your aunt to her unsteady feet, helped dry off the perfect curves of her godly form, then followed her nakedness to the kitchen.