Alone again.

“Mmm I’m gonna mmm miss… mmmfff… you...mmm..,” said your aunt, mashing her lips against you mom’s as they stood at the door. “Miss you so much...mmph..mm..” It was a very long, very thorough goodbye kiss that the sisters were sharing. You watched how your mother kept trying to pull away, but the gravity of Leslie’s lust would reel her back in. It might also be because she kept a firm grasp of Patty’s meaty behind the whole time.

“Me too Les… mm... I gotta … mmmwa… go…” sighed your mother, finally able to get an arm between them and move to the other side of the doorway. “I’ll call.” She wheeled her luggage out with her and before she turned to leave gave you a stern look. “Take good care of her, John. Okay?”

“I will, mom,” you said, giving her small wave. Your aunt leaned into your hip as you both watched your mother, or more specifically her swinging ass, go down the hall and disappear around the corner.

“Fuck that woman knew how to make me cum,” said Leslie wistfully. That she did, you agreed in your mind.

“Too bad she couldn’t stay for breakfast,” you added as you closed the door to the apartment now only you and your aunt resided.

“Speaking of which,” she said, grabbing you by the wrist and pulling you back towards the couch. “I think I need you to… eat me while I get my dose this morning…” She then crossed her arms over her chest grabbing the bottom of her tank top, about to take it off, then looked over her shoulder to you. “Is that that alright with you?” she asked, though she knew the answer.

“If it’s what you need,” you replied carefully, though unable to hide your smirk. She pulled her top off then bent over to slide her shorts down, dropping them into a small pile on the coffee table. The way your lesbian aunt just got onto the couch, sitting on her knees to dutifully wait for you to do your duty was still so unbelievable. She wasn’t even trying to be seductive about her way. The casualness to the whole thing was somehow hotter than if she did. You got naked aswell, and at this point you wondered why you had put clothes on in the morning in the first place whatever. The way Aunt Les looked at your hard cock, how her pupils dilated and the focus was just 100% on your meat, was always so gratifying. You got onto the couch, your aunt sliding over to give you room to lay on your back and stretch your legs out. She swung her leg around to straddle your chest and she slid her body into place, her ass hovering over your face while her hands stroked your thighs. She gripped the base, kissing the tip, and lowered her already moist cunt towards your face. You accepted it happily and began to lap up her sweet juices.

Her hard nipples brush against your abdomen as she bobbed down and kissed your shaft, licking your skin as you licked hers.

“You’re always so hard,” she breathed, stroking your cock firmly then finally sinking you into her mouth. You wanted to her how wet she always was too but you didn’t want to stop tasting her. Smelling her. Making her drench your cheeks. You would happily eat this woman’s pussy for hours, you realised, until she was reduced to a quivering heap and her crotch was soaked with your saliva. She went deep on your cock, making you moan into her cunt. Rivers of drool dept running down your cock like her grool running down your chin, then she eased back, taking deep breaths. “Use your fingers, John,” she told you, and so you did. You put an arm around her waist and pulled her in closer then use your other hand to stroke her mound. “Yeah… finger fuck me… fuck me…” she sighed, stroking you so hard it made your toes curl. You pushed two digits into her wanting cunt and she pushed back to get them deep, down to the knuckle. She was so wet and warm and slippery, your aunt’s juices spilling out onto your tongue. Her hips shifted and you found your nose buried in her ass, the smell of her riling you up even more. You licked up, pressing your tongue into her sphincter and she cried out. She tasted amazing and she was wet and ready for your probing finger.

She started to moan more aggressively as she took you in her mouth again. She made you stuff her throat as she moved her hips. She was fucking your hand almost more than you were fingering her ass, and it was hard to concentrate on the task with how hard and sloppily she was going on your cock. Leslie was so needy for you at both ends and all you wanted to do was give her what she needed. What she craved. She needed your cum and she needed to cum. You thrust up into her skull as she fucked your hand and mouth and soon you could barely breathe. It didn’t matter. You were close and so was she. You got there first because, her thirst for you too intense, and you unleashed hot jets down your aunt’s throat. She drew it out of you like a pump, swallowing all of your pulsing flow, throatful after throatful.

She finally came after she was done draining you, practically roaring as she threw her head back and her cunt constricted around your fingers. You drowned in her orgasm, unable to tear your lips away from her quivering mound, your head trapped between her writhing thighs. You almost blacked out, but for some reason you felt content about this if this was the way you were meant to go out. Fortunately your aunt’s iron grip slackened, the woman melting over you, allowing both of you to breathe. And then… breakfast.