An actually normal breakfast

"This is amazing, J!" said your aunt before taking another bite of french toast. She hummed with enjoyment, the sound a made vaguely sexual by the dirty thoughts you were now constantly having about her.

"It's all about the heat control and timing," you said, allowing yourself a modicum of pride at your culinary skills. Outside of Cum Addiction Research, this was your specialty, and while French Toast wasn't exactly difficult to make you had mastered your own particular recipe. "Get that buttery pan just right, and a nice dollop of honey..." you continued, stopping to crunch down on a piece off your own plate. "-And it'll get all caramelly." You finished the sentence with your mouthful.

Your aunt swallowed her last rich bite and groaned with satisfaction.

"My god it's like an orgasm in my mouth," she began, not realising what she was saying until it was already too late. You both stared at each other wide eyed for a moment, then you started to chuckle, **** on your breakfast and coughing with laughter. Your aunt seemed to take the slip of her tongue with good humor too and she let herself laugh a little. For the next few minutes you both just quietly finished breakfast at the kitchen counter, an odd comfort between you two. It almost seemed like a normal day, just an aunt and her nephew sharing the morning.

"So you'll head back home now?" asked your aunt as she cleared up the empty dishes and made her way to the sink.

"Just to pick up some things. Clothes. Some stuff for work." You patted your pockets to confirm the presence of car keys.

"How long will you be? Back before lunch?"

You gave it some thought and shrugged.

"Probably not. I'm gonna be a few hours and there's always traffic... hmm..." you said, realising there was going to be an issue.

"Okay," said you aunt simply, unconcerned. She did notice your pause though and turned to you after shutting the faucet. "What's wrong?"

You had your hand on your chin as you considered the situation.

"Well it's... your condition," you said, deciding to cut to the chase. "I'm still not sure how frequent your dosage requirements are. Did you get much sleep?"

Aunt Leslie nodded.

"I did, actually. But then... after I woke up I suddenly felt... really off," she began, recounting her morning. "I was hot and cold all over. Sweating and shaking. And really hor.. uh... a little... horny too. And I needed some... I knew what I needed."

You nodded understandingly. "I needed cum," she restated, without prompting. She was getting used to saying the words out loud. "I was trying to fight it but y-... it... was all I could think about." There was a sigh, making your aunt sound almost wistful. "God... this is so fucked up. I don't want it but I do," she continued, frustrated as she confessed to these conflicting feelings. "How am I ever going to get another girlfriend like this?"

Your eyes widened as your remembered that your aunt was a lesbian. How you even forgot about that for even a second was anyone's guess... probably the lack of blood flow to your brain from listening to her describe her addiction to cum.

"Come with me," you said, standing.

"Huh?" replied your aunt, confused and successfully distracted from her sadder thoughts.

"Come with me to pick up my stuff," you explained. "That way I can monitor you at the same time. And be there in case of another emergency." Your aunt nodded at this sensible suggestion.

"Okay. I'll get changed," she said then headed to her bedroom.

You gripped your hard cock over your straining pants and groaned to yourself.

"God _damn _it."