Fucking Magic: A Potion Problem
Part 3 - All aboard
I woke slowly, blinking at the ceiling which was not immediately familiar. It should have been something I was used to, it really should. The last few weeks had been a string of new ceilings, but I was still slow to process. Maybe it was because it was my old room, only behind a coat of paint. My sister had painted it after I moved out, then mom had painted it after Elaine moved on with her new baby and husband. It was a bit of a boring gray with a blue stripe along the top for a pop of color. New furniture too, it was the only room in the house that had changed. Some shrink could tell you why, her and my sister had done up my sister's old bedroom as a guest room, made of leftovers from my room and the basement, but mom had done this one of all new stuff.
More blinking let me see why I woke. My Aunt Allison was also in the room, crouched over with a plaintive look on her face. Only just close enough to stretch out and grab my foot, giving it a tug when it didn't seem like I was actually waking up. I gave her a smile and a wave, then realized that she was in the room where mom and I slept together. Mom in a sexy silk teddy that she had brought out of somewhere, while I was just in my boxers. We had literally just slept in here because we had wrecked the sheets of her bed. Between her sweat, quim, and my still unnaturally massive load of cum there was no area to sleep without both of us being in the fabled "Wet Spot".
She had assured me it wasn't as much as I'd thought, but by then she'd eaten what hadn't soaked into the bedding. I hoped maybe that was true, leaned on the idea that the wild sex was hours later, giving me time to recoup. After dinner and a movie, both of us behaving like normal mom and son. Okay, we were a flirty mom and son who didn't shy away from touching and rubbing against each other, but we hadn't lost our relationship. Mom and son hadn't been completely replaced by lovers. Except at the end of the night when I had carried her not to the bath but to the bed, and fucked her to a trio of orgasms. Giving her a cream pie until she started running over, then another belly, boobs, and boca (Sorry, I needed to keep the B alliteration going and now we all learned that boca is mouth in Spanish.) coating. It still seemed too much for one man, even if I'd somehow specialized my diet and exercise routine to create semen, it was too much. She was happy, had come a fourth time to the feeling of me ejaculating inside her.
It was crazy, yeah, but it had to be the ring. I couldn't escape the thought as I lay her in bed after, wondering how it worked. Was there a way I could turn it off? Or down? Because even as I lay there with her in the blissful afterglow, thinking about the three amazing sexual acts of the day, I hardened up. In Jessica's explanation, what I remembered after all these years, the main point she had hit was it made me like ten men. Did that mean that I could have sex ten times a day? How did that work out? Cuming, each time seemed like ten loads, so shouldn't that mean I was empty or emptier the next time? I don't think it was any less for mom, Aunt Allison, or mom.
Now though, after the events of yesterday came back to me (Not rushing away like a dream would.) I shook my head at my aunt. Checking that mom was still asleep I shooed Aunt Allison away, before wondering if she was here with some kind of warning. If somebody was coming over and she was trying to save us embarrassment. Although nobody but her, mom, me, and maybe my sister Elaine had a key to the place. So the rest would knock and we could get dressed and who would know we came from the same room? Last night we'd even rinsed off quickly in the shower so that had knocked down the scent of sex. Mom's sheets being in the washer might trigger some questions but that was if they went into her room to see the bed stripped of its clothing like mom and I had been when we'd made a mess of it.
But still...
I extracted my arm carefully out from mom, who looked pretty even without make-up and her hair mussed up from sleep. In a sound sleep from the "best sex I'd ever had!" her words from after the second go, in the shower. Nope, Aunt Allison gave away that it wasn't a dire warning when she lifted her dress as I got up. This one was blue with red floral print, underneath a denim jacket. Lifting high enough to expose all her panties. Pushing her crotch out to show that the fronts were wet, the spot almost like an exclamation mark. The bottom dot under the line being a lot thicker and darker. A huff of shock and delight escaped me, fueled by the fact that she started rubbing herself to tempt me.
"Please!" She whispered. "I thought about you all night and... I need..." I grabbed her by the back of her head and covered her mouth, backing her out of the room while watching mom over my shoulder. She didn't stir, once out in the hall with the door pulled closed with my foot I let go. She started up instantly, "I called into work, told them I was gonna be late. I can't go all day without you. I know I said... But I can't! I can't! I can't! I can't!"
"Shh! It's okay. I get it." Because I was already hard, not a pee boner either.
"Really? You have some for me? After SHE probably drained you five or six times?" It was more of a sad pouty jealousy than an angry one, which made it cute.
"I have some for you." Holding up a finger as she tried to push my boxers down. "I gotta splash some water on my face and brush my teeth first."
"I don't care!"
"I do."
"Let me suck on your big fat one while you get pretty for me," Giving me a playful smile.
"Deal!"
Half a moment later I was standing in the bathroom with my aunt on her knees, massaging my balls while working her hand along my shaft, mouth happily wrapped around the tip. She had on red lipstick, which I absolutely loved. It matched the red in the flowers of the dress nicely. Lipstick appearing way more vivid with her black plastic-framed glasses. I probably did the worst job since I was a kid at brushing my teeth, as Aunt Allison drooled on my dick. Luckily there was mouthwash, while I spit it out and splashed my face I had to turn away from her and towards the sink. Leaving my Aunt to purr behind me, grabbing my ass and kissing her way up my back. The pretty woman smiling at me, handing me a towel when I emerged a little fresher. Also without my hair jutting up everywhere.
"You gonna fuck me now?" Excited, pleading.
"Not here, too close to... Let's go to the basement." The couch down there was under the kitchen, which meant it was about as far from mom as we could get without leaving the house.
"You gonna fuck me like you fucked her?" Pure excitement, pulling me that way, a big wicked grin on her pretty MILF face.
