Chapter 1

“Your turn, dummy!” my aunt chirped.

“That’s not nice, Amber,” Mom rebutted, coming to my defense.

“You coddle your son too much, Avery,” Amber whined. “You’ve turned him into a Mama’s Boy.”

“Nonsense,” Mom retorted. “Through hard work and dedication to his goals, he’s advancing in his apprenticeship and has plenty of stress, without you lambasting him, too.”

“Exactly,” Aunt Amber replied. “Working at a place where his mommy is employed, and you were probably instrumental in him obtaining the sought-after position.”

I didn’t interact with their playful squabbling because this is what they enjoyed doing. Tempers never flared while they sparred with each other.

Mom hesitated, before softly answering, “You know why he was accepted.”

Silence. Mom had won this battle as my aunt would never pursue this conversation. Dad was killed six years ago by a freaky, on-the-job accident. Mom could’ve sued for much more than the company offered in compensation, but she accepted their offer. She knew Dad loved his employer and wouldn’t have wanted her to fight for more.

It was still a generous offer, and after Mom accepted their terms, the firm offered her a position in addition to the settlement. It was to their benefit because Mom was promoted quickly in the company, assuming the head of a department. Her success was instrumental in securing my apprenticeship.

Their eyes turned to me when their discussion had terminated. Both intently watched, while I concentrated on which card to play. I was unable to remember what Mom had picked up earlier. Mom’s wide grin wasn’t helpful, and somehow she knew the conversation had knocked out any strategic information I might have held. Taking a wild guess, I plopped down the six of spades.

Mom’s smile widened when she laid down her cards and declared, “Gin. You two lose again. Have fun cleaning the kitchen. I’m taking my shower and will meet you in the living room.”

Aunt Amber threw her cards on the table and exclaimed, “Figures. He probably knew you needed it to win your affection.” Mom grinned and left for her bedroom. Amber ordered, “Same as always, Austin, you haul, and I’ll be the brains of the outfit.” Her happy disposition was contagious, with both of us laughing while working. We were used to losing and didn’t mind, since it provided Mom a well-deserved break.

Once we cleaned the dishes and showered, we joined Mom. My aunt and I sat on opposite ends of the couch while Mom sat in her stuffed, comfortable chair. Mom rested her legs on her ottoman resulting in her robe rising several inches above her knees. My eyes gazed at her beautiful legs, and when I looked up, her smile greeted me.

She had become accustomed to my leering, and it didn’t bother her anymore. When I first admired her shapely legs a year ago, she would blush and conceal herself, but eventually relinquished and only smiled in return. Maybe she was happy that someone was paying attention to her alluring attributes.

My aunt’s outstretched legs on the coffee table reminded me of how different they were. There were almost no physical resemblances between the sisters. Aunt Amber was much younger than mom, ten years older than me at twenty-nine. She was taller than mom by four inches and nearly as tall as me at six feet. Her legs were thin, almost too skinny, as was the rest of her slim figure.

Amber’s fingers running through her scalp caught my attention. Her hair was blonde and silky, while Mom’s thicker locks were reddish-brown. Amber’s pixie cut framed her cute face, while Mom preferred a shoulder-length cut with bangs that terminated an inch above her brows. Amber’s eyes locked onto mine while I checked out her lithe body.

“What’s going on this weekend? Any hot dates?” my aunt asked me.

“No, I’m taking a break from dating,” I replied. “My new job commands much of my time, and I don’t want to jeopardize my progress.” In fact, I had quit dating months ago because no one could compete with my beautiful mother. Everyone I had taken out had a hidden agenda, and sex with them was just a means to their goal. Admittedly, I sabotaged many relationships, as my love for Mom prevented me from fully committing.

“Work, eh?” my aunt replied. “You wouldn’t want to make your mother look bad, would you? Plus, it gives you an excuse to be with your mommy all weekend.”

Mom grinned at her sister’s needling. It was my turn to spar with her sister while Mom enjoyed the banter.

Aunt Amber had hit the nail on the head, but I wasn’t admitting anything. “How about you, Auntie? Are you going out with one of your winners again?” I asked with a sarcastic smirk, using air quotes.

Aunt Amber’s look of disdain summed up her dismal track record in selecting men. Mom chuckled when her sister’s face flushed with embarrassment. “No,” my aunt responded. “I’m taking a break, too. Maybe I’ll hang with you two this weekend if you don’t mind a third wheel.”

“That sounds wonderful, Sis,” Mom interjected. “We’d love your company, wouldn’t we, Austin?”

Not really, but I knew it would make her happy. “Of course, Mom. It’ll be fun.”

Mom had taken my aunt under her wing when my grandmother died four years ago. Their relationship strengthened after that, and my aunt regularly spent much of her free time at our place. Mom set up a bedroom for her to stay overnight whenever she wanted. Her visits had become more frequent and lengthier in the last few months, apparently from my aunt’s loneliness.

Aunt Amber smiled at Mom’s invitation. Shifting her focus to me, she asked, “Austin, it’s your turn to pick the movie tonight. What do you have for us?”

She was way too happy. It was time to take her down a notch. “I found a romantic film, and I think you’ll find it especially appealing since it mirrors many of your relationships.”

“Oh, nice. That’s very sweet of you,” my aunt shimmered with delight.

“It’s a classic. Jack and the Beanstalk,” I giggled. What made it even funnier was that one of her dates was a Jack, and he was much shorter than her.

Amber’s face flushed again while Mom giggled at her sister’s expense. My aunt’s reply was blowing me a raspberry.

They were both happy with my actual selection, enjoying the rest of the evening.

The weekend was more fun than I had imagined possible. My aunt enhanced my time with Mom. Her long strides kept her well ahead of us while Mom and I maintained closer contact. When my aunt continued to gain distance between us, I softly asked, “Mom, do you want me to tell Amber Long Legs to wait for us?”

“No,” Mom giggled. “I wish you wouldn’t make so much fun of her. You don’t know how many men have dumped her because of her tall and thin stature. She doesn’t act as if it bothers her, but she hides it well. I’m proud of how much she’s improved her life since Mom died. Since she’s obtained her nursing certification, her life has turned around.”

Feeling bad that I may have hurt Mom’s or my aunt’s feelings, I apologized, “Sorry, Mom. Other than the few losers I’ve seen her bring over, I thought she must be doing okay. She’s pretty, and with her great personality, she should be able to win over anyone. Of course, she can’t compare with her sister.”

“Thanks, Austin. It’d make me happy if you could treat her like you do me,” she replied and reinforced her suggestion by interlacing her arm with mine. Squeezing my hand, she pulled me near her.

From then on, I placed my aunt on the same high pedestal as my mother. The rewards were immediate; Mom’s show of affection increased. Aunt Amber responded in the same manner and was much nicer to Mom and me. She ceased making fun of my close relationship with Mom and spent more time with us.

Their goodnight hugs were tighter and longer each night. Although Mom’s fuller breasts felt great squashed against me, my aunt’s were equally pleasant because she never wore a bra. Their previous sparring had transformed into vying for my attention.

One night when Mom and I returned from dining out, Aunt Amber was waiting for us. While we played a game, Amber piped, “Avery, I’d enjoy a night out with your son once in a while. Would you mind if we went out to dinner by ourselves?”

Mom’s smile widened. “That would be wonderful. It’s a nice break to get out and enjoy the town, and he’s pretty good company.”

“Mom,” I huffed. “I’m right here. Just pretty good?”

The sisters laughed, and we finished the evening as usual. My weeknights alternated between taking them out separately and together. While they didn’t display any romantic overtures in public, they never referred to themselves as being relatives. Both of them could pass as my dates, and they never corrected anyone when they assumed we were a couple.

The time spent with my aunt turned out better than ever. Her vibrant personality made our dinners fun, and our relationship grew closer. It didn’t hurt that she was a sexy and attractive lady. There were moments when I yearned to kiss her and tell her how I felt.

A feeling of guilt swept through me when I realized I was falling in love with my aunt. Why did it feel like I was cheating on Mom? My love for my mother was seemingly one-sided; she had shown no desire for a physical relationship.

Each time my aunt dropped me off at home after dining, Mom made me describe in detail our outing. She recommended some topics for me to bring up the next time and offered compliments that her sister would appreciate. I couldn’t believe that Mom was coaching me on seducing my aunt. Was she tired of my leering and trying to steer me to someone else?

Mom’s tips worked, resulting in Aunt Amber openly flirting with me when we dined out. She held my hand when walking outside and bumped her slender body against mine whenever possible. She persuaded Mom to give up another night a week so she could spend more time with me. Mom’s crooked smirk cried out that she was proud of her matchmaking skills.

It wasn’t long before her affectionate actions progressed at home. When I emerged from my shower one night, Aunt Amber patted the spot next to her on the couch. Once seated, she leaned into me and rested her head on my shoulder while watching TV. “I hope you don’t mind your aunt using you for support. Your warm body is comforting after a day at work,” she lamented.

Wrapping my arm around her, I pulled her close. “No worries, Auntie. I’ve never been one to complain when a beautiful woman wants to be closer to me.” The flowery scent of her hair and the close contact of her body awakened my prick. I made a note to arrange myself before coming out to the living room in the future.

Mom’s adoring smile made me feel good; Aunt Amber sighed with delight.

The next time I was out with my aunt, she asked, “Austin, I have a favor to ask of you, and I’d like you to hear me out before making up your mind.”

“Sure, Auntie. If it’s important to you, I’ll do whatever I can.”

“A good friend wants to bear a child, has no partner, and doesn’t want to take a chance with a random guy.”

Talk about a surprise. Was my aunt trying to hook me up with one of her friends? “You’re a nurse. Isn’t artificial insemination commonly used?” I asked. “That should be a simple procedure, routinely performed at the clinic where you work.”

“That’s the problem,” she sighed. “She’s looking for a specific father. Her desire is for you to fertilize her.”

“What?” I exclaimed. “Why me? Is she a stalker? Why wouldn’t she ask me if she knows me?”

“She doesn’t want to reveal her identity, but she does know you and is hopeful that you’d help her. I’m not sure why she picked you, but she’s adamant about it.”

The concept was intriguing. Some mysterious woman selected me out of all the people she knew. The potential consequences of fathering a child to someone unknown bothered me. “You know I’d do anything to help you, but I have a lot of reservations. What if she comes back at a later date and demands child support? As much as I’d like to assist you, I’m afraid I’ll have to pass on this. I hope this doesn’t come between us.”

“I understand,” my aunt sighed, and squirmed uneasily in her seat.

Her distant expression led me to believe she would pursue the subject. She surprised me when she stated, “Let’s drop it. I asked, and that’s enough. Our friendship is more important. Would you like a tour of my workplace now that we’ve finished our meal?”

Her pleading, sexy smile was all I needed to agree. “Of course, I’d love to see your clinic.”

It was a short drive, and it didn’t occur to me that it would be closed. Unlocking the door, Amber escorted me through the rooms, ending with the one where she performed most of her work.

“I didn’t realize your clinic was so small,” I remarked. “Don’t they frown on employees entering the premises during off-hours?”

“They know I come in after work to catch up on things. No one ever shows up, so I can enjoy the tranquility and finish my work faster. What do you think of my workspace?”

It was a large room with several medical machines that I didn’t recognize. In the middle of the room was an examination table alongside what I assumed was a gynecological chair. Staring at the attached metal apparatus, I wondered how it functioned.

My suspicions were confirmed when my aunt noticed my look and explained, “They’re stirrups, used in examining a woman’s pelvic area. You’re lucky you’ll never have to endure the humiliation from one of those.”

My face scrunched up in response to imagining my ankles secured while my legs spread. Amber laughed at my discomfort.

Her face turned serious, stating, “Austin, I’m going to tell you something that I shouldn’t, and you absolutely can’t tell anyone. Promise me.”

“My lips are sealed, Auntie.”

“My friend is more than that, and it’s clear I have to tell you who she is. The woman that wants your child is your mother, Avery.”

My face flushed, and my groin tingled while I digested this piece of information. My lust for Mom resurfaced, and it excited me that she desired to bear my child. “Why didn’t she tell me? I didn’t even know she wanted another,” I stuttered.

“That should be obvious why she didn’t discuss it with you. You’re her son. It’s more than a little awkward to ask your child to impregnate you. As to why, my guess is that she dearly misses your father and wants to honor him in some way. She’s been wanting a child for a couple of years but waited until you could move out of the house in case you didn’t want to remain.”

That was disheartening news. Mom’s affection towards me was the result of my resemblance to Dad. Additionally, she had orchestrated a closer relationship between my aunt and me to persuade me to agree to provide sperm for Amber’s ‘supposedly’ friend. My love for Mom overrode any feelings of self-pity I might have held. She deserved to fulfill her dreams, and I would do everything I could to help.

“Tell me what you need,” reassuring my aunt that I was on board. “I want Mom to be happy and will do anything for her.”

Aunt Amber smiled wide, confident that I was committed to the process. “The unusual circumstances involving your mother and you require a less than normal method of insemination,” Amber explained.

She paused, collecting her thoughts before continuing, “Cooling and reusing your sperm will be out of the question. I’ll have you wait in another room while I prep your mother in this room. When she’s ready, I’ll collect the sample from you and inject it into your mother. Neither of you will see each other. She’ll be under the belief that you don’t know her identity.”

Clasping my hands tightly, she intently stared into my eyes before commanding, “You have to be careful. It’s our secret; you agreed to keep it.”

“No problem, Auntie. I’ll keep it between us. You’re the CNA. I’ll leave the technical stuff to you.”

“Since you’re so agreeable, I think we should start immediately. We have to verify your sperm count for viability to know if it’s a feasible option.”

“Really?” I questioned. “How many young men have low sperm counts?”

“Not many, but there’s a chance, and since we may have to do this more than once to impregnate your mother, we need to ensure you have no problems. Go into my office next door and put on a robe. There’s a beaker on my table you can fill.”

“Tonight?”

“Yes,” she replied. “No time like the present.”

Knowing she wouldn’t take no for an answer, I located her office and found a rack of surgical garments. Stripping down, I threw on a gown and slowly stroked my shaft while focusing on images of Mom’s legs. Hearing the door open, I hurriedly closed the flaps to cover myself. “Amber! Little busy here,” I exclaimed.

“Relax,” my aunt replied. “It’s nothing I haven’t seen before. Come with me.”

She led me to the exam room and sat in a chair while I stood near her. “Open up. Let’s see what we’re dealing with,” Amber ordered.

Blushing, I hesitated, and before I could object, my aunt pulled my gown back to expose my semi-hard prick. “Well, it certainly looks like it’s in working order,” Amber giggled as her eyes widened. Cupping my testicles, she judged, “Your balls are large and probably hold an abundance of sperm. When was the last time you ejaculated?”

Still embarrassed from exposing myself to my aunt, I was reluctant to admit anything to her.

“Austin, did you hear me? When was the last time you jerked off?”

Time to fess up as she wasn’t going to drop it. “This morning, around nine.”

“Hmm,” Amber pondered. “Right after breakfast with your mom. We’ll need around three days to build up a full tank. Don’t masturbate anymore until we perform the procedure.”

“Okay, Auntie,” I hoarsely replied. When she gently squeezed my balls, I moaned.

“Did that hurt?” Amber asked.

“No, not in the least.”

“While I examine the rest of you, let me know if you feel any discomfort,” Amber slurred, wrapping one hand around my shaft. Her fingers traced along my length, pressing in the groove along the bottom of my stem.

When her fingers hit my ridge, she traced around the outside and gently squeezed my tip. Within seconds, pre-cum oozed out my slit. “Congratulations,” Amber declared. “You’re a healthy, normal young man. I didn’t realize my sister had you circumcised.”

“It’s not like I had a choice,” I chuckled. “And I don’t advertise it when I meet someone.”

Amber wrapped her hand around my helmeted cap and lightly twisted it. “It’s supposed to be more hygienic for the man and his partners, but I think the real benefit is how it looks. I love the puffy, mushroom-shaped head of a circumcised cock.” Her voice was raspy while she admired my manhood.

Lowering down my stem, her hand filled with my growing cock. When it jerked and filled with blood, my aunt chirped, “Wow, I thought it was already hard. How much bigger does it get?”

“I don’t know, maybe a little. It’s taking longer than normal because I’m a little embarrassed with you here.”

She stroked my shaft in response, coating my cock with my leaking, slick juices. After a dozen pumps, I fully hardened; her eyes glazed over with lust. “Has your mom seen this?” she rasped.

“When I was a child, I’m sure. Probably not since. Why?”

“It would certainly explain why she desired your genetic material,” she murmured. “Take over, and I’ll position the beaker.”

Holding it with both hands near my cock, she intently stared while I stroked my painfully-hard prick. Although it was exciting jerking off in front of my aunt, I wasn’t getting close to an orgasm.

“Frankly,” Amber resounded. “I can’t imagine why your mother doesn’t ask you to do it the old-fashioned way with your impressive equipment.”

I imagined fucking my mother, and that’s all it took. Amber held the cup and captured spurt after spurt erupting from my prick. Blobs of semen stuck against the walls of the beaker before sliding to the bottom.

“I missed my calling and should have been a shrink,” Amber giggled. “Every man wants to fuck his mother. I figured that would help you out.”

“Maybe it was your gentle hand and your sexy stare that contributed,” I rebuked, hoping to deflect her knowledge of my lust for Mom.

“No. Hot aunts used to be the standard for men, but now it’s always the mommy. You don’t know how many dates have dumped me because their mother disapproved of their choice. Don’t worry, Austin. Your secret is safe with me.”

Standing, she ordered, “Close up and follow me. Next is the fun part.”

Walking down the hall, we entered what appeared to be a lab. Using a pipette, she dropped a dollop of semen onto a slide and expertly installed a coverslip. Placing it under a microscope, she turned on a switch and made several adjustments. “Excellent,” she declared. “Take a look.”

Peering into the scope, I saw my sperm rapidly swimming in an attempt to locate an egg. A grid interface overlaid the slide for what I assumed was a way of making an accurate count.

“There’s no need for further analysis,” my aunt declared. “The density is higher than normal. Notice how fat and healthy they are and how they’re swimming in straight lines? Perfect specimens from my dear nephew. We’re ready to proceed with your mother.”

Once dressed, we departed for home. Dropping me off before returning to her apartment, she instructed, “Remember, no masturbation and under no circumstances mention anything to your mother. I’ll let you know in a few days when I have it set up.”

Subsequent evenings on the couch became cozier, my aunt snuggling closer than before. Her elbow periodically and discreetly jabbed into my groin, desiring to reacquaint herself with my prick. When we were dining on our night out three days later, my aunt announced, “Dessert only tonight. Your mom will be at the clinic in an hour for our first attempt.”

Although I wouldn’t be able to witness anything, my prick jerked at the thought of impregnating my mother. “Did you tell her I refused at first?” I asked, wondering how she skirted the issue of having to tell me everything.

“No,” Amber replied. “She still has no idea that you know.”

It wasn’t long before we were in Amber’s office preparing for Mom’s arrival. My aunt detected my nervousness and used her cheerful personality to calm me. When it was near the time of Mom’s scheduled arrival, Amber instructed, “I’ll meet her at the door. Start preparing yourself. I don’t want her waiting too long for your semen.” Pecking me on the cheek, she turned and left.

After shucking off my clothes, I soothingly stroked my prick. Staying abstinent for the previous few days had made me horny, and I quickly hardened. It wasn’t long before I heard muffled voices in the next room. Although the walls were thin, I couldn’t discern much of their conversation. Looking around the office, I spotted a stethoscope on a hook. Once plugged into my ears, I put the mirrored end against the adjoining wall and was surprised by how well it worked. I could hear everything they were saying.

While Amber described the procedure, Mom interrupted, “Sis, I don’t want you to use a syringe to inject his semen. I want it to occur as close to natural as possible. Stick it in with your fingers and allow his sperm to explore. It’ll make it feel less clinical to me.”

“Avery, It won’t be as effective,” Amber replied. “I’ll respect your wish, though. Lie back, and I’ll prepare you.”

While stroking my cock through their silence, my thoughts visualized the action in the adjoining room. A tinge went through my pelvis when I heard Mom groan and croak, “That’s enough finger action. I’m wet and ready for his sperm.”

Hanging the medical instrument back on the hook, I resumed pumping my cock. Amber quietly opened the door and smiled when she saw my rock-hard cock for the second time. She knew how thin the walls were, whispering, “Okay, fill the beaker. Your mother is prepared and ready.”

Even with my quickened pace, I wasn’t close to cumming. Aunt Amber squirmed and was anxious to proceed. Handing me the cup, she ordered, “Hold this. We can’t let her wait too long. Let me take over.”

One hand wrapped around my cock while the other cupped my balls. My aunt’s long, slender fingers spread out while pumping me. On the upstroke, she squeezed out my pre-cum, slathering my shaft. Her hand-job was impressive, causing my excitement to elevate.

She squeezed my jewels while her hand around my cock clamped tightly and rapidly pumped my aching prick. She felt my scrotum tense and nodded for me to position the cup. Streams of cum shot out and landed in the receptacle. Her hand continued to stroke until the last drop dripped into the container.

With a smug look of confidence, she grabbed the beaker of semen and headed for Mom. Without taking time to dress, I grabbed the stethoscope to listen to their conversation.

“It’s taking a little longer, using only my fingers,” Amber declared. “It’s going to take some time to transfer the semen.”

“It’s okay,” Mom murmured. “Take all the time you need. Once you get it inside, push it to the bottom.”

Mom groaned while Amber pushed my baby-batter deep into her channel. The sounds of pleasure became louder before Mom shrieked, “That’s it, Sis. I’m almost there. Rub my clit and bring me off. I’m so damn horny.”

Seconds later, Mom gasped, “I’m cumming. Keep pumping. It feels so good.”

When Mom finished her orgasm, I discontinued listening and dressed. Minutes later, I heard them leave. Amber returned shortly after. “That went well,” she stated. “Your mom had me adjust the procedure, but I think we’re good.”

When she dropped me off at home, she instructed, “No masturbation again until we’re certain it was successful.” After a quick peck, she added, “Don’t dwell on what I did tonight. It was necessary to help your mom. That’s it.”

Her sexy smirk belied her excitement, but I didn’t press it.

Mom stayed in her room and didn’t emerge to meet me, so I took a shower and went to bed. Sleep quickly arrived while reliving my aunt’s delicate hand stroking my tool.

More than a week had passed. Aunt Amber’s visits increased. Mom and I rarely dined alone, my aunt demanding to join us. Mom’s jealousy surfaced of my aunt’s constant affection, causing her to change her routine and sit alongside me on the couch, opposite her sister. Their warm bodies heated me, causing me to doze off most nights.

One night when my aunt and I were at a restaurant, she stated, “Your mother isn’t pregnant. We need to repeat the procedure tonight.”

“Isn’t it too early to tell?” I responded.

“It’s been ten days. I want to try something different, anyway. The modifications I implemented to accommodate your mother may have prevented a positive result. This time I’m going to have you shoot your sperm directly on her pussy, providing a more direct transfer of the material.”

My cock awakened when I envisioned the erotic act. “You’re the professional. I’ll leave it in your firm, soft hands,” I giggled.

Her eyes glistened while she sexily smiled at my remark.

Half an hour later, I was at the wall listening to my aunt explain to Mom her latest variation. “This technique will be better, Avery,” Amber explained. “The exposure to air will be minimal.”

“You can’t be serious!” Mom exclaimed. “He can’t be in the same proximity as me. Even with him blindfolded, he’ll recognize my voice.” Mom’s intermittent groans were a sign that Amber was already prepping Mom’s pussy.

“No, he won’t,” Amber argued. “Both of you will wear blindfolds, and he’ll be wearing noise-canceling headphones.”

“How will he know where to dump his load?” Mom asked.

“Don’t worry. I’ll aim it,” my aunt quickly replied. Her excited voice portrayed her anticipation of handling her nephew’s cock again.

“Won’t it embarrass him, knowing his aunt is holding his penis?” Mom asked. “I feel bad for making you change the procedure for me.”

“He won’t mind. It’s the only way. The only other option is for him to remove his blindfold. Which do you prefer?”

“You’re right, of course. It would freak Austin out if he discovered I was the client. Thanks, Sis.”

Mom moaned again, and I knew Amber would soon be in to escort me, so I prepared myself for her arrival. After several more muffled sounds, Amber entered, and from the looks of her lust-filled eyes, Mom wasn’t the only one excited. Handing me a blindfold, she instructed, “Both of you will wear these. Your mother thinks you’ll wear headphones, but that won’t be necessary since you know her identity. You can talk during the process, but don’t answer your mother when she speaks. She can’t know you hear her.”

“Mum’s the word,” I chuckled.

Amber held my hand to lead me to Mom. My imagination ran rampant as Mom’s close presence caused the hair on my legs to tingle. Amber wrapped her hands around my cock and stroked it with the same expertise as previously. Mom grunted, and soon after, Amber’s fingers coated my cock with juice. Was she smearing Mom’s cunt cream on my cock? More blood flowed into my cock. The slapping sounds from my aunt’s vigorous fapping disguised my rapid panting while I neared climax.