I can’t stop fantasizing about Aunt

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Her volume rose as she spoke, until she was nearly yelling. To be truthful, I was very frightened. My aunt was speaking with such bluntness about something so private, and she was cursing at me. My world felt like it had inverted the very moment I stepped through the door. I was speechless.

“Don’t just sit there looking flabbergasted, you need to…”

Her green eyes went to the ceiling for a moment and she drew in a deep breath, letting it out in a sigh, trying to calm herself. There was a terrifying number of seconds before Aunt Freya continued, her voice now low and restrained, her eyes once again locked onto mine.

“You need to go empty your fucking balls right now.”

The words hung in the air. I couldn’t respond, not yet at least. My heart was pounding, and despite my wishes, an erection was coming to life in my pants yet again.

Those piercing green eyes never wavered, but mine did. I looked down, both ashamed and horrified. She hadn’t spoken those last words hesitantly. In fact, she had taken that breath to remain calm. She meant every word, and her composure was to ensure that I understood her sincerity. This wasn’t a fit of rage causing her to speak untruthfully. She was scolding me for… not masturbating, and she was telling me I needed to cum, and she wanted me to do it now.

“I-I…” My mouth was dry, choking my words. I swallowed and tried again. “Aunt Freya… I’m so sorry for-”

“I don’t want you to be sorry, I want you to go cum until your balls are dry and then come back to me, now.”

She really emphasized the “now” in such a way that displayed a complete unwillingness to make this a discussion. It was an order, and it was non-negotiable.

Rubbery legs carried me to my feet, my eyes staring at the floor. As I rose, looking down, I noticed that I was at full mast, and it was straining forward against my jeans. I flung my hands down, pulling my waistband out, quickly tucking my shaft into it, then released, letting it press the erection against my groin. The embarrassment was more than I could bare, and I quickly removed myself from the kitchen, not quite running, but fleeing nonetheless.

Up the stairs I went, on the verge of tears but determined not to let them spill out.

What the fuck just happened?

It was a thought that would enter my head more than once that night.

Ten minutes later, my face was buried in my pillows, exactly where it had been after I first burst through the door. You would think that my mind was racing with conflicting thoughts and emotions as it had a tendency to do, but that’s not quite where I was mentally.

I was just feeling how god damn hard I was. My erection was pressed against the bed, and it wasn’t relenting. My hips had been gently grinding into the mattress, but I hadn’t noticed until now. It was leaking again, and I knew the front of my briefs would have one big dark wet patch in the front.

Sure, Aunt Freya was right. I knew that much. It was just… the thought of cumming in my bed (well, technically her bed since I was in her guest room) knowing that she was fully aware of what I was doing… It was mortifying.

But she was right. She was so right. If I hadn’t been trying to stop myself from masturbating to her, I wouldn’t have been so inclined to let my eyes glue themselves to the parts of her body that were arousing me. It wasn’t fair to her, so I had to do what she told me to do, not that my body was resisting. It was begging me to bring myself to an orgasm, so I relented and unzipped my pants.

It didn’t take long. Thinking back on it, I believe the thought that she knew I was touching myself that very second was actually what made me cum so quick. It was only two minutes, maybe three, before I was cumming into a dirty towel I pulled from the hamper in the corner. It was all I could do not to cry out in ecstasy. I wasn’t sure if she would be pleased with the sounds, so I just kept them in.

It was not easy.

Keeping all that cum inside me had brought my lust to a boil, and I thought I would never stop cumming. My cock was pulsing, burning in my hand while it pumped the white hot globs out of me. I lost count of the spurts, but it was definitely one of my longest orgasms. One for the record books, I guess.

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