My god, was I throbbing. I could feel the pulses deepening, and my hips pushed up again. This time she didn’t have a free hand to push me down with, so she just moved her hands with me.
“Is this what you wanted? Huh?”
She was teasing me – taunting me.
“Did you have filthy fucking fantasies of your Auntie Freya making you cum all over the place?”
Well… yeah. I did. But I couldn’t really speak many coherent thoughts at that moment. All that was coming out of my mouth was expressions of desperate pleasure.
She had pulled me onto her lap, my legs spread around her, my arms beneath me on the seat of my chair, holding me up. Her legs were wrapped around the legs of my chair, keeping it pulled close so that it wouldn’t slide out from under me.
The orgasm was fast approaching. My exclamations were running together. There was a lot of “Oh my god” and “fuuuuck.” I had never cursed in front of my aunt before but, like I already said – fuck it.
“We’re gonna wring all that cum out of your balls, just like I said, aren’t we?”
I didn’t give her a direct answer, not that it mattered. A rhetorical question, by nature, does not call for a response. But she wasn’t wrong.
“Auntie! Auntie! Aunt Freya! Oh my fucking god!”
It was here. In just a matter of seconds I was going to be spraying cum into the air, all over myself and my aunt. It felt so wrong but really, it just felt really fucking good.
“Uhhhh-hhh I’m… cumming…” It came out in a low sigh as I lost control of my body and surrendered fully to her touch.
“That’s right! Show me what you do when you’re all alone, thinking about me. Show Auntie how much you can cum!”
It was a lot. I had thought the first orgasm I had was intense, but this was another level up, maybe even two or three.
At first, my cum leaked slowly from the tip. The pulsations that cause the semen to burst into the air hadn’t begun, but the dam broke and the reservoir was already draining. Then it started spurting and spraying.
“There it is! Oh fuck yeah, there it is!”
I hardly even heard her. I was already crying out myself, wordless moaning and panting. My cum shot through the air in long ropes, splashing onto Aunt Freya’s sweater, the chair, my own shirt, the floor, and even the fucking walls. I was certainly in awe of the amount, but my aunt seemed to know just how much she could get out of me.
She was squeezing and milking upwards in time with each shot, really accentuating each burst. She expertly guided me into and through the release, then back down as my hips fell down onto her lap.
When nothing more was coming out, she put the palm of her hand flat against my balls and moved in circular motions, massaging them after their heroic exertion. Now I was purring myself.
For the second time that night, I had that thought.
What the fuck just happened?
My face was toasty and warm, my cheeks were red. Through the blur, my eyes were trying to focus on Aunt Freya. She was looking at my slowly diminishing erection, still rubbing it all the way down into its slumber.