Interview with a Lesbian Cum Addict

Dinner was comfortably conversational and you sipped on another can of sweet tea after clearing your plate. Aunt Les seemed very happy despite the earlier awkwardness and was opening up, laughing and joking with you as you shared relationship stories.

"I can't believe she did that," your aunt chuckled, wiping her mouth with her hand. You shrugged, having nothing further to add to how your first ever girlfriend broke up with you. Or you broke up with her. Or whatever... it felt like so long ago and pretty inconsequential now. "Reminds me of Selene," said your aunt with a wry smile. At that you laughed, remembering the weird end to her story that your aunt had shared that evening, among the dozen other seemingly as off the wall breakups she went through over the years. You didn't even bother asking for a number in regards to girlfriends your aunt may have had, you just enjoyed hearing about each one, how she described them, what they liked, what she liked about them, and letting your imagination go with the image of your aunt and whichever girl it was doing the dirty with and to each other...

You were reeled back into reality when she put down her now empty glass and said "Sometimes I think things might've been simpler if I was into guys." After a second she snorted derisively at the idea and stood up to refill her drink. You considered her words as you observed her, still dressed in her preferred shorts and tank top combo now in a different set of colours. Black on black... and form fitting. You had a sneaking suspicion that is was actually just not very fancy but functional underwear. She looked incredible in it and you were, as always, firming up under your own wear.

"Why aren't you into guys?" you wondered out loud, feeling that now was probably the only time you could ask your aunt such a stupid question. She gave you a well deserved eyebrow raise of incredulity.

"Why aren't you?" she asked accusingly. It was a fair question that put you on the road to enlightenment.

"I'm just ...not..." you said, mostly to yourself. "I'm not attracted to dudes." Your aunt made an O shape with her mouth in mock surprise.

"And that's how lesbians work, honey," she said curtly, sitting down with a full glass. You nodded and scratched the back of your head at the simplicity of it.

"Right. Sorry," you said. Your aunt sighed but she sounded sympathetic. Her patience with the questioning was probably only there because you were her nephew. You decided to push a little more though... "And that's why you don't like dicks? Like, at all. Not even to look at?"

She glanced up at you from her glass and swallowed slowly. It seemed like she didn't want to keep going with this line of conversation but perhaps the earnest look on your face swayed her.

"I guess so," she said, resting an elbow onto the table and putting her chin on her hand. "We still use dildos, right? Penetration just feels good, whatever shape it is. It's who's attached to the other end that matters. And when it's still attached to a man It's just..." she gave a minor shudder, probably exaggerated for effect. "So gross." It was your turn to chortle a bit considering what your aunt had been doing over the past couple of days, though it couldn't really be helped.

Your aunt didn't seem to mind and smiled a little. "I'm not speaking for every lesbian here okay, but guys' dicks are just so ...bleh... gross and ugly," she continued. "I bet a girl's dick would be nicer... not all veiny... and... threatening. A girl's would be smooth and bumpy in all the right places instead. It'd be pretty. Like a pussy..." She was running a finger delicately around the rim of her glass, her gaze dreamy. You had to adjust the front of your underwear, trying to be subtle about it but failing. Your aunt smirked at you. "Sounds good right? You'd take a girl's dick if she had one," she said grinning. Now you imagined your naked and stacked aunt sporting an erection of her own flesh, long and aerodynamic and oddly feminine in the way it bulged in the middle. Your mouth actually started to water thinking about what she would taste like... if your aunt had a cock. "I don't even like seeing dicks in porn," she said, saving you from further thoughts. "Unless the girl in it is just super hot... I'll try to ignore the dude. Try and imagine his cock is kinda attached to nothing while she moans around it." She took a long sip, starting to feel a bit heated and needing to cool down.

"Is that what you do when you need to take my load?" you asked her boldly. Might as well try to get to the bottom of it all with how much she was already oversharing. "You imagine I'm not there?"

Your aunt sighed, surprisingly not perturbed by your probing her state of mind during those rather personal moments.

"That's a little hard to do when you're actually in the room," she noted. "And I can hear you breathing, and you're telling me you're about to cum..." Her thoughts were getting away from and she downed her drink.

"Well that's just... giving you a heads up," you said, not ready to admit that telling her about it made the act feel so much better.

"Uh huh. Heads up; your aim sucks. How about you work on that too?" she suggested dryly. "Or something." Or something...

"Hey I try," you said defensively but with a smile. "Sometimes it's a bit hard to hit a moving target."

Your aunt made a disbelieving face at you.

"Oh so it's my fault then?" she said, tilting her head. You shrugged noncommittally. "Well I'd like to not have a sticky couch so do you have any suggestions, o' man of science?" she sneered mockingly. Boy did you... Your aunt seemed to take notice in the shift in your expression and body language and caught herself. "I am not sucking your dick."

"What? I wasn't gonna say that!" you said, a little panicked that your aunt could read minds. "Not exactly." Your aunt's eyebrows undulated and she looked like there were too many words bubbling up in her to know which ones to spit out first. "I just mean that the more distance there is the more chance there is of... missing," you continued quickly, deciding to be the man of science she accused you of. "If you just put the tip in... just before ejaculation, that basically ensures you receive 100% of the load. That's just mechanical physics."

This seemed to silence your aunt, especially since she couldn't tell if you were making up terms or not, but she did understand the point. She licked her lips because they were dry and just shook her head.

"Not happening," she confirmed, which for some reason made you grin. She stood up now and collected the dirty plates. "Go put something on," she said, indicating the TV in the living room. "An actual movie this time. With plot and characters. Who are clothed at least 90% of the time. Maybe a kid's cartoon, just to be safe. Oh! Pocahontas! I'm pretty sure that movie turned me into a lesbian. God... those legs... "

You laughed at that and got up to see what you could find.