The lust was already coming back. I couldn’t quite force myself to keep eye contact with her, but I could stare at the kitchen tiles just fine. It was good, because if I had been able to look at her, I know my eyes would have drifted, and that was the last thing I wanted.
It was Aunt Freya who broke the silence. I just wanted to go to bed and maybe die in my sleep if I was lucky, but when she spoke, I knew that wouldn’t be happening. Not for a while at least.
“You aren’t finished.”
My heart sank.
Her tone was flat, without inflection. It was matter of fact. She was stating an observation to me.
“Look at me.”
I couldn’t.
“Look at me.” This time she said it with some insistence.
I forced my eyes to meet hers. They were focused, locked onto me, gripping me like talons. Before, I couldn’t look her in the eye, but now, I couldn’t look away.
“Maybe you didn’t understand me. I guess that could be my fault.”
A sip of her wine.
“When I said to cum until your balls were dry, I meant-”
She leaned towards me slightly.
“-to cum. Until. Your balls. Are dry.”
I think it was at this point that my shame began to simmer out. The lust was out in the air now. No more secrets. I didn’t have anything left to hide. She could see into me. I knew that now. If she could be so honest and forward with me, then I should do the same, right? I think that’s fair.
“But I already came, Auntie. Like… a lot.”
She rolled her eyes.
“Cumming one time isn’t enough. With as long as you’ve been abstaining, I know with absolute certainty that you have more in there.”
“I… really don’t think so.” I said.
I was pushing, maybe a little too much. She wasn’t wrong, of course, but as I said, I was already dead tired when I came home, but now? After an orgasm like that? It’s a miracle I didn’t pass out right on the bed. I’m exaggerating, of course, but you understand me.
Aunt Freya sighed and stood up.
“I’m too tired to be upset right now.”
You and me both, I thought.
“But I’m not going to argue with you.”
She pulled a chair from the table, placed it between us, facing her. She indicated with her hand to sit down.
I thought this was the part where we would sit face to face and have a discussion about what our relationship would be, moving forward. You see, I was under the impression that her unwillingness to argue was her relenting to me. But I was wrong.
I sat down across from her, my hands together in my lap. As I sat, she lifted her glass again, swallowed until it was empty, and set it down on the table gently. She pushed it away, then reached toward me with one hand.
It gripped the waistline of my pants, and she pulled me toward her. The chairs were of equal height, so while the positioning was a little awkward, she was able to undo my jeans and have my briefs dragged down below my balls before I even knew what was happening.
She had just exposed me to her, without asking.
“Wha- Hey!” I protested.
My hand reflexively gripped hers to try to pull it away, but she used her other hand to slap mine away. At the same moment, she squeezed around the base of my cock and stroked upward. When she reached the tip, her fingers released the pressure, and her hand went again to the base, where she squeezed and stroked upward.