You quickly and quietly went back to the couch.

You sat down, a little breathless from… well everything… and waited. Your laptop stayed shut and you watched the black reflection of the television as a figure approached.

“I told her,” said your aunt.

“I know.”

“Yeah.”

There was a moment of quiet, things weirdly awkward now between the two of you. “She took it pretty well,” Leslie added. She was stood next to the couch wearing her robe, the front of it closed, her arms crossed.

“That thing with the wig…playing my mom… you knew she was going to stay with us didn’t you?” You looked up at the woman and her placid expression, unsure of what she was thinking behind those unblinking eyes.

“Stand up,” she said, ignoring your question. “I need my cum. Please.” At her words you felt your cock throb and had to pause a moment so that you didn’t seem to eager. You did stand but you didn’t want to let your aunt off the hook so easily. She got down on her knees and as she put her fingers onto your waistband you put your hands over hers. The woman looked up at you.

“What … what’s going on with you?” you tried. She sighed and slowly slid your shorts down.

“I’m just dealing with this the best that I can, okay?” she answered. Her fingers wrapped around your cock and you felt that they were still sticky. “Having both of you here … makes me feel like the world isn’t so ...unbalanced.” Your aunt was stroking you slowly, encouraging the precum out of you until it became a bead at the tip. She licked it off like she was having a first taste of a decadent dessert. “I get cock with you and pussy with her,” said Leslie. “Best of both worlds…”

She started sucking and you closed your eyes and sighed greatly. Her mouth felt amazing after you needed to hold off for so long. And you knew this wouldn’t last long. When you opened your eyes again you caught a view of your reflection on the TV glass. You were slightly at an angle, your aunt’s face almost in profile with your cock buried down her throat. Behind you was the kitchen… and to the left of that the hallway leading to the bedrooms. It was dark, but you saw her. Your mom was standing in the shadows, and from her vantage point she would be seeing all of this. She would see mostly the back of your head, but she would be able to see Leslie bobbing up and down on your crotch. Patricia probably didn’t know that you could see her.

Your aunt reached up and grabbed your wrists, positioning your hands around her head. You held on and began to control her movements, guiding her deeper as your cock began to swell. That show and that talk already had you on edge.

“Fuck… I’m coming,” you grunted, a little louder than ‘quiet’ but not in an especially overt manner. You exploded down her throat and your aunt hummed. You tried not to squeeze her head in your fingers and as your gripped loosened she backed away, the woman’s mouth like a vacuum seal as she slide up your length. She gripped your spit covered flesh and popped you out, gulped a breath and extended her tongue. For a second she had holding you tight enough to pause your pumping semen like she was pinching a garden hose, then she continued her stroke. To finish you gave her five more thick fat globs cum, all of it caught on the slut’s tongue, and in your mother’s view. She swallowed, exhaling out of her nose with satisfaction. God did she look like the sexiest cumslut on her knees in front of you like this. When you glanced back at the TV, the watcher was gone.

Your aunt stood.

“Maybe have a talk with your mom tomorrow,” she suggested as you pulled your shorts back on. The only response to that was a nod, and she nodded back, as if that was her task done. As she turned to leave you looked over to the couch you were going probably not going to be able to get much sleep on.