"You, uhh... you have some cum on your face, next to the bridge of your nose."
I froze.
Oh god.
I immediately raised my hand to confirm, running my fingers across the bridge of my nose and indeed feeling a small patch of sticky, gooey fluid. Annie wasn't playing. I was legitimately standing in front of my twenty-one year old niece with cum on my face.
How'd I end up here? I quickly thought back to the earlier raunchy events that had ended with my face plastered in semen in the first place, and began to formulate an answer.
I'd cleaned up too hurriedly, still holding onto the hope of catching the 3:30 meeting despite the clock reading 3:45 around the time Adam had unloaded his last giant batch of sperm, that too all over my mouth and face after I'd gone ass to mouth. The trip to the bathroom had been a rushed one, with a primary purpose of emptying my flooded pussy of his sticky, overflowing nut so it wouldn't leak past the thin, flimsy thong and down my skirt. The load in my mouth I'd already swallowed, and the one on my face I'd quickly taken to swiping with my fingers and pushing it south past my lips.
Now that I thought over it all, I hadn't really given myself a look in the mirror before hurriedly exiting, throwing Adam the house keys and telling him to lock up and join in the car as soon as he were done with his own cleanup. He'd done exactly that, and the entire car ride to the park my eyes had been glued to the road, the left side of my nose on which his residual batter lay invisible to his eyes. Even our goodbye kiss had been quick, and he'd found no chance to notice and inform me of the little droplets I'd failed in swiping down.
I'd managed to make sense of it all, the only shortcoming left a plan of action on how to proceed. Annie was glaring at my face with an expression of shock, waiting for my response. I had to come up with an acceptable, low-risk explanation, and fast.
"Oh, uhh." I finally said. "No, no, dear. That's just sunscreen."
"Oh come on, Aunt Jenni." She quickly retorted, calling out the obvious lie. "We both know that isn't sunscreen."
I audibly gulped. It was naive to think I'd get away with something so simple and unoriginal.
"Sunscreen isn't that thick." She continued. "And you wouldn't just freeze up the way you just did if it weren't cum."
I couldn't refute either point. She was absolutely spot on, and I felt my heart sink further.
But then one of two calming realizations finally dawned.
The reason I'd been so frantic wasn't that my niece had seen her aunt with cum on her face. No, I was the cool, liberal aunt, and one that had never shied from discussing the topic of sex and all its acts with her. No, it was the fact that the said cum had been freshly milked out of Adam's heavy balls, and I'd subconsciously associated the act of being caught with it on my face with her having discovered our affair. It was then that the first of the two realizations quickly restored peace, since I was the only one in the room, let alone the world who knew where that freshly-milked sperm had come from. Annie had neither an idea nor a reason to link it back to my secret, eighteen year old boyfriend, especially now that I'd cleared her intentions from being ones of suspicion.
Through the second realization, I held back both a sigh of relief and a chuckle. I could only count my lucky stars for the meeting having been canceled, the consequences of showing up late and with a dollop of cum on my nose too dire to even imagine.
"Alright, you got me." I smiled, finally admitting the truth. "It's cum."
"Ha! I knew it!" Annie giggled, returning to her beaming ways. "Damn, Aunt Jenni. I always knew you were kinky but walking around with it on your face is a bit much, isn't it?"
"Oh no, no, that wasn't what I was doing." I giggled back. "I must've missed it when cleaning up."
"When a guy comes on my face, I usually rinse off in front of a mirror." She smiled devilishly. "I wonder how you cleaned up, if you didn't notice..."
"Well..." I felt myself blush, which was new.
"Oh god, you totally swiped it into your mouth!" She gasped, returning her hand to cover her mouth and chuckling.
Annie and I had always been open about discussing sex. Her mother, my sister, had always been a bit of a conservative prude despite being gifted a body almost identical to mine, so Annie had always resorted to her favorite and only aunt to discuss boys and sex. Needless to say, she'd followed right along my liberal footsteps when it came to the bedroom, and ever since she'd hit eighteen, we'd exchanged stories of our encounters down to every last, steamy detail.
Some, if not most of these stories were really, really kinky, but even then, I'd never shared one where I'd swiped an eighteen year old's cum off my face and into my mouth to clean up, and the realization only spread the blush on my cheeks wider. She chuckled harder at the sight, seemingly making fun of the deer she'd caught in her headlights.
I quickly found myself tempted to tease back. I was the older, more experienced of us two, and if anything, the power to make blush should have rested solely in my hands. Two could play at that game, I thought to myself, as the blush painting my cheeks slowly replaced itself with a smirk.
"Got me again..." It was my turn to smile devilishly, raising a hand to my face and swiping at the dollop of pearly, sticky semen next to my nose, watching Annie stare wide-eyed as I slowly collected it on my finger. Keeping my eyes locked on hers, I smirked, before pushing the coated finger down into my open mouth and sucking hungrily.
"He just tastes so good, I couldn't help it." I smacked my lips and swallowed, closing my eyes in genuine appreciation of the flavor before parting them open.
"Oh. My. God!" Annie exclaimed in disbelief, her jaw hanging. My eyes quickly roamed down to her chest, watching as her nipples began to erect and form indentations through her flimsy white top.
"That was so hot!" She broke into a chuckle again, still staring in awe. "Like, crazy hot!"
I smiled before taking a seat next to her, leaning back against the armrest as she continued.
"If I were a guy and saw you do that, I'd get like, fully hard again in a second!"
"I know." I smiled wider, unable to hold myself back from completing. "Because he did..."
"Oh my god you have to tell me about him!" She raved in excitement. "Who is he?"
I'd just gotten comfortable with honesty when she once again raised a question I had no choice but to lie through.
"Why haven't I met him yet? And why are you hiding your boyfriend from me?!" She kept at it, as I pondered over my choices.
In the end, there were only two, really: I could either lie and conjure up an imaginary man for her to picture, or I could just not tell her anything at all. The first option would inevitably raise further questions, and I'd have to brainstorm my way through too many lies to be able to keep up. The second option, however, would just straight up not work out, her soon-to-follow pestering to be one that'd never end. I pondered further, when a much-needed third option surfaced.
"He's not my boyfriend." I replied, preparing a manageable batch of lies. "We just hook up sometimes."
"Oh." She ate it up. "Still, though, who is it?"
"Someone I met at work. I smiled past a second prepared lie. "You don't know him, dear."
"Ooh Aunt Jenni! Getting it on at work!" She teased, giggling. "Is that why you dropped by the office on your way back yesterday?"
I wondered whether it'd be easier to keep the lies going or to return some honesty to the conversation. The former would potentially be a hassle, since I'd then have to recall everything I'd say in any future discussion we'd have on the matter. The latter, though, would make things simpler, the easy act of replacing Adam's name with that of an imaginary coworker doing the trick.
"Actually... I lied about that. I never went to the office." I decided on honesty. "We did it in a parking lot."
Annie stared at my face impatiently, not responding as I'd hoped. I returned her stare, thinking over her intentions as a moment of silence overtook us. I watched her increasingly twiddling her thumbs, her impatience growing stronger and stronger until finally, she popped.
"Well...?" She mewed.
"Well, what?" I asked, confused.
"Ugh, Aunt Jenni!" She rolled her eyes, sitting upright. "Details! You're really not gonna give me all the juicy details?"
"Oh." I laughed, finally making sense of her intentions.
Her request, however, resurfaced my earlier dilemma. To be honest about the sex that had taken place was one thing, but the descriptions of it? I wasn't so sure.
"I'm kinda jealous, you know?" She returned my attention to her words before I could process the decision. "No guy I've ever been with has shot cum that thick. It looked so yummy!" She mused out loud, licking her lips. "I mean, this one boyfriend I had once saved up for an entire week, so when he finally painted my face, I remember it being that thick then. But you just got laid yesterday!"
I hadn't been kidding when I'd said that Annie was bubbly. Excitement would coat her voice in general, but she'd always kick it up a notch whenever we'd discuss sex. The problem was, she had this unique kind of charm that made you want to return all that beaming excitement right back with some of your own, and I found myself struggling with exactly that.
"It really was yummy..." I accidentally said out loud.
"It's unfair!" She wiggled about in her seat, mocking frustration. "And I bet his loads are massive too! You've always had a thing for cum, so I doubt you'd ditch me to go get laid unless his balls were absolutely packing."
I smiled, her excitement more and more convincing by the second to just say fuck it and open up.
"He must be hung too! Your beloved niece just came to visit after a full year, and you still left her all alone to go get some dick. There's no way he isn't like, absolutely huge!"
My smile grew wider. Her excitement and charm had done their trick. The dam had broken, and I found myself just as tempted to openly discuss this secret 'coworker' and his majestic endowments with my niece as she'd been to do with her aunt.
"Annie..." A devilish expression once again painted my features. "It's... fucking amazing."
Annie's eyes widened as she sat up even higher, the realization hitting that I was finally about to spill the beans.
