Impregnating My Aunt

“I can never get enough sex.”

“I love men, but I can do women too!”

“I love big cocks, the bigger the better…”

I knew these statements might be real, but it was just as likely someone in the magazine’s office just made them up. I kept stroking my cock up and down to bring about my orgasm, while trying to live myself into a fantasy about these women… but it wasn’t until I thought about somebody else that things really started to happen.

As I closed my eyes, I saw Aunt Liz. Smiling. Playing with her beautiful hair. Her dress blowing in the wind. I imagined her being here, right in front of me. She came up to me and put her hands on my shoulders before pressing her voluptuous body against mine. The sensation was boosted by the memory of this actually happening at my parents’ house a few weeks ago.

“Please, Ben…” I heard her voice whisper in my ear. “Please do this for me…”

I felt myself getting close. I took the lid off the cup and put it to one side, then I held the cup in front of my cock as I jerked off more and more vigorously. A second later, I ejaculated into it, making sure that all of my white fluid ended up in there and not on the floor.

I quickly put the lid back on the cup and went to the sink to wash my hands. I got dressed and took the cup with me as I left the room, calling for my aunt.

“Lizzie? I’ve… finished!”

“Oh!” I heard her exclaim from upstairs.

She came running down moments later.

“So… I called you a cab, it should be here in a few minutes. Here’s some cash to cover your trip, I know you students aren’t exactly loaded…”

“Thanks. You’ll be all right now…?”

“Yeah, I can fix the rest. Yeah. Uh… yeah, I’ll be fine. Thanks again.”

She gave me a quick hug and tiptoed back upstairs, looking like she was in something of a hurry. I went outside to wait for the cab. It arrived soon after, like she said, and I went back to the station to catch the train back home. The journey itself was uneventful, but my mind was awhirl with thoughts about what had just happened.

I couldn’t have been in the house for much more than ten minutes. A really quick pit-stop, it felt like. In, do the thing, out. No small talk or standing around. It was on that two-hour long trip back home that I really started thinking. What was she doing right now? Had she already done what she set out to do or did it take a bit of time?

My mind went back to that image of her that had set me off. She was so beautiful… so pure, so… unimaginably sexy. I started picturing Aunt Liz lying on her bed, naked and touching herself. I quickly got an erection again. Was she injecting herself with my semen right now? Was I in the process of impregnating my aunt at this very moment? That nervous tingling in my stomach returned. I couldn’t stop thinking about it all the way home. I also didn’t get much sleep that night. This whole thing felt surreal…

Weeks went by. I focused on my work. A ten-page discussion about the sources describing Spartan society was due in a few days, and I had been going back and forth about the fact that the Spartans themselves had no written laws, so most descriptions of them are from outside sources. I felt pretty good about my paper, and I was just reading through it once more before submitting it. I usually finished these a bit early, having developed some solid studying habits during my first year.