The news hung in the air. Aunt Melanie's fingers tightened a little around my shaft as she listened. Maya stood quietly beside the bed, still holding the phone, her eyes flicking between my face and the way my aunt continued to stroke me without any shame.
My departure was no longer something that could be pushed back. I would be leaving tonight, and both women in the room clearly understood that their time with me was now running out faster than they had expected.
"Okay, ma'am," I said, already accepting that I would be leaving tonight. There was no more time to delay, I had to start preparing soon.
Mrs. Claire's voice came through the speaker again, this time carrying a slightly softer, more suggestive edge.
"Why don't you come meet me? I'll drop you off at the dock myself," she offered.
I glanced down at where my aunt's hand was still firmly wrapped around my cock.
"I don't know, ma'am… I'm kind of busy right now," I answered honestly.
