Auntie Lee went wild and kept hitting herself against me with all her weight and all her force. She screamed again:
“FUCK! FUCK! I’M CUMMING! MIKE! I’M CUMMING!”
I had made my aunt cum. This was the first time I had made anyone but myself cum. Now, at that moment, I didn’t have to make myself cum because my aunt’s explosive orgasm did it for me. I felt my balls about to empty. I yelled:
“AUNTIE! AUNTIE! AAAAAHHH!” I let loose with stream after stream of my sperm and semen. Even though those sperm could all take a break when they got deep inside my aunt because she was already pregnant, that didn’t make the process any less enjoyable for me. I never experienced anything like that, not even the first time with her.
Auntie Lee collapsed on me, and all that screaming made the almost silence of the room even more noticeable. There was our heavy breathing and our heartbeats. That was it.
She was on top of me, but she felt light. Light enough so I fell asleep; so did she.
I awoke first. Auntie Lee’s breathing was slow and regular. She smelled great.
I looked at her a minute, and thought hazy thoughts about what just happened. Those thoughts made something else happen. My deflated penis started remembering that it was inside a beautiful, sexy woman.
I was getting another raging hardon! It raged to full strength and Auntie Lee’s eyes popped open.
“Oh! My! God! Then, that WASN’T a dream! The most magnificent dream I ever had?” She laughed.
“Not a dream. Not a dream at all,” I said. “Unless we’re still dreaming. In which case, I don’t care if we ever wake up.”
“What’s that I feel between my legs?”
I don’t think she wanted me to answer. It’s one of those questions you ask for effect.
“Did that thing ever go to sleep too, or is this a new one you grew?”
I said, “This is new when I woke up and thought that I have the most beautiful aunt in the world.”
“Right thing to say. Perfect, in fact,” she said. She smiled and I kissed her mouth softly. “A girl’s always most beautiful in the afterglow of an orgasm.”
“So, you weren’t faking?”
She found this enormously funny. After she stopped laughing she said, “Mike, even I’m not THAT good an actress! You just make me cum harder than I EVER did before. You made me cum harder than I thought possible. I can’t believe it!”
“And I can’t believe I made my Auntie Lee cum. Me!”
“I think you can start calling me just ‘Lee.’ The father of my baby, and the man who just owned my mind, body, and spirit has earned that familiarity.”
Man—she had just called me a man. And, she had called me “Mike” instead of “Mikey.” She had called me “Mikey” since I had met her. I wonder is Uncle Zack would still call me “Mikey” if he saw how I made his wife cum while I pumped her full of sperm?
“I think I’ll stick with Auntie for now,” I said.
“Suite yourself. Is it more exciting, I mean like ‘incest’ exciting to call me Auntie? Since we’re not blood related, I’m not really sure this counts as incest. Not like if your mother and I were sisters or father/daughter or mother/son. Like that. Not that it would make any difference to me after the orgasm you just coaxed out of my body! Mmmmmmm!”