With her standing so much closer, I didn't have any trouble seeing that her developing breasts were smooth and flawless. Even as I was looking at them, I saw as her areolas rose up slightly, and her nipples got visibly longer and harder. The first thing to go through my mind was to wonder if girls had looked that good when I was her age, and if so, how stupid could I have been not to notice? Right on the heels of that was to wonder if the mounds of her breasts were as firm as they looked, and then to wish that I could find out. But I was an adult, and her Uncle Ted, and as tempting as it was, I just couldn't. When I finally dragged my eyes back up to her face, it was plain as could be that she enjoyed letting me look at her, and wasn't the slightest bit nervous or embarrassed about it. Considering how she looked, I couldn't help but think that she had every reason to be as confident as she appeared. After she gave me a pleased smile, she stepped out into the hall and serenely walked back to her room — with my eyes locked on the way her cute butt filled what little bit of cloth there was covering it.

Once I was in the bathroom, I simply had to relieve the pressure in my groin that she'd caused; it took only a couple of minutes for me to find the release that I was after. Only after my penis had shrunk again was I able to tend to my original purpose; when I was done, I washed my hands and went back out to the living room to sit in front of the TV again. My eyes may have been pointed at the screen, but what I saw was Donna's half-nude form.

I had to figure that Donna had done what she had for the express purpose of letting/having me look at her that way; with that came the realization that she wouldn't be saying anything to her mother about it. After all, what possible reason could she give for making a trip to the bathroom wearing only a skimpy pair of panties, knowing full well that I was upstairs and watching TV?