The Road Trip Part 1

Aunt Leslie had changed from her tiny black shorts and loose tank top to a pair of tiny denim shorts and a tighter fitting tank top. You swore under your breath again at this incredible, pixie-faced lesbian goddess sauntering towards you, her firm tits bouncing, thin waist and wide hips swaying. You were glad for the opened car door you were standing behind hiding your erection.

"My gentlemanly nephew," said you aunt in a haughty put-on voice before practically sliding into the passenger seat. You watched her long legs then closed the door and carefully made your way to driver's side. Managing to get in just as your aunt was putting on her seatbelt meant she didn't need to see the tent in your pants before you sat down.

Your aunt was playing with the radio for a good fifteen minutes as you drove through the town.

"Just pick a station," you said, starting to get a little annoyed by the constantly shifting sounds and random bursts of music or conversation.

"Uhg everything sucks," your aunt grunted irritably, noticeably more so than you. "Blah whatever," she said, giving up and just leaving it on some station that played classical music. You actually found it rather soothing after a few minutes and felt relaxed as you pulled onto the highway. It felt like a good time to discuss your aunt's new addiction.

"So we'll need to come up with a schedule," you started, which snapped your aunt out of her daydreaming out the window. You glanced over and saw her pouting a bit until she leaned back into her seat with a sigh.

"Okay," she said.

"Yeah..uh... so generally a patient needs at least one dosage of semen every 24 hours."

"I know," your aunt said flatly.

"Right. And for some they'll need it more often, maybe twice, or even three times a day."

"Uh huh."

Your aunt's apathy was catching.

"We don't have to talk about this now," you sighed, thinking now that maybe you should just keep your eyes on the road. Your aunt shifted in her seat.

"No no," she said quickly, sounding apologetic. "I'm sorry. I know you're just trying to help and doing your job." With that she sat up straighter and gave you a smile. "So I'll need a schedule."

You nodded.

"Yeah. We'll need to figure out how many loads per day."

"Loads?" your Aunt said, not missing a thing now that she was deliberately more engaged.

"Sorry. Shop talk," you explained. "Doses, I mean."

"Or loads," shrugged your aunt. At least she was trying to get into the spirit of things?

"Right so judging from the past few events you'll need at least two. Maybe one first thing in the morning after you wake up for starters."

"Like an appetiser for breakfast," noted your aunt, her sarcasm masking her misery. You laughed to help lighten the mood which seemed to widen the smile on her face ever so slightly.

"After that well we'll need to see when your next load should be," you continued, your dick throbbing in anticipation. "We don't want to leave it too late."

Your aunt raised an eyebrow but then nodded, deferring to your expertise. "You should be taking the loads to prevent episodes like the one you had this morning. Or last night."

"Right right," said your aunt, still nodding. "That makes sense. I don't want to be like... begging for it." She made a face at the thought, which by now you were referring to as the lesbian face she made whenever a dick was involved. It was of genuine repulsion, bordering on disdain. Your aunt really did not like men or penises. But oh how she needed the cum.

You had to help her overcome that in someway, for her own health and wellbeing.

"And then there's the delivery mode," you said, feeling your cock pulse. You thought you heard your aunt gulp but she was quiet otherwise. "Semen in a cup is okay," you explained, getting flashes of the various cum stained receptacles you had filled for your aunt already. "But the most effective and long lasting doses come straight from the source."

"Oh god," blurted your aunt with disgust, unable to help herself.

"Yeah... but it's proven to be the best delivery method in all tests. It's just how the body reacts. We're still studying the physiology, but the difference between a load in a cup and a load straight from a cock can often be 2 to even 8 times more effective in reducing symptoms and withdrawal times." You let that sink in for your aunt and focused on the road. She didn't even seem to care that you used the word cock.

"Wow," she said finally. "No wonder they're not just selling little bottles of jizz at the pharmacy." It was half joke, half sincere disappointment. You nodded.

"The effectiveness of the ejaculate drops significantly when it's stored for more than an hour. It's best fresh."

Your aunt sighed and stretched in her seat as if this conversation was exhausting her. You glanced at her expanding chest, boobs strapped down by the seatbelt, then down at her long legs.

"I guess that makes you the Fresh Prince then, huh?" she said, smirking at you. Your face was suddenly feeling a little hot and you hoped that she wouldn't notice. Even if she did it seemed like it didn't matter. When you looked over to your aunt again she was just staring blankly out the window at the passing clouds in the sky.