you quietly snuck out to the kitchen.

Barefoot you were basically silent as you went outside and peeked around the corner of the short hallway to the kitchen. There you saw your aunt leaning against the sink with that metal cup in her hands. She was using her fingers scrape the last bits of your cum from it, sliding the fingers into her mouth. She was still making unpleasant faces as she dealt with the taste and she shuddered each time. You could hear her smacking her lips and quietly cursing.

"Bleck... gah... so fuckin gross..." she muttered, but continuing to clean out your cup with her fingers then cleaning her fingers with her tongue. Your aunt was a smart woman, you knew. She was just being sensible in trying to get as much of your cum ingested as possible, and was obviously still embarrassed by this whole situation, but man it was still hot to watch. You decided not to spring her for being thorough and waited a few seconds for her to finish eating the rest of your cum.

As she started rinsing the cup in the sink you stepped back into the kitchen. You feigned a yawn and pulled open the fridge door.

"Tired huh?" said you aunt conversationally. She put the silver cup onto the dish rack to dry, patting her damp hands on her pants. You nodded, finding a new glass from a cupboard to pour yourself some milk. You actually did feel rather spent and took a long drink from the cool glass. Noticing that your aunt was watching intently you raised an eyebrow at her. "That shirt looks good on you," she said, stifling a giggle. You rolled your eyes. "Please finish the milk," she added. "I am so sick of milk." You finished your glass and shook your head with a smile. "Yeah that was pretty stupid of me," admitted your aunt. "I just... the thought of drinking stuff that comes out of a tit was a lot more appealing than a dick... you know?" You wondered at that... at what effect breast milk might have on a sufferer if any... and of course that meant picturing your aunt sucking on a big heavy breast, milk dribbling down her chin as she worked the nipple.

"I get it," you said finally, not able to fault your lesbian aunt for her line of thought. You would probably try drinking milk too if you discovered you had the condition. "So long as you're taking your treatment seriously now." She nodded gravely and sighed. And with that it was time to turn in.

The sofa bed looked surprisingly comfortable with the blankets and pillows your aunt had setup for you. "Good night," your aunt called as she left you to it.

"Night."

You got under the blanket and stared at the ceiling in the darkness. Tomorrow's plan was to go back to your place and pick up some more clothes and other things for a possibly prolonged stay at your aunt's apartment. You drifted off to the images of your aunt drinking your cum that were now burned into your memory.