On Saturday morning when he was lugging a big basket of flowers from door to door, he turned at the sound of a honking horn and saw his Aunt Ellen smiling at him from behind the wheel of her car. He was blushing and getting wet in the armpits as he walked toward her. She leaned over and opened the passenger's door, smiling her friendly smile, and looking very ladylike in a conservative brown dress and high heels.

"Hi, Jim. How's business?"

"Okay. I, uh, sold a couple bouquets already," he replied, amazed at how she behaved as if nothing had happened between them.

"Well, I want to buy the rest. Put them in the back seat and come home with me and help them arrange them. I'm having a women's club meeting and I want my house to look very nice."

He reluctantly did as she told him, got in beside her, and tried not to look sidelong at all the fantastic curves that were scarcely concealed by her dress. He hoped none of his friends would see him driving around in a car with an older woman, and he kept his hands folded closely over his lap for fear his already tingling cock would get all big and stiff so she'd see it.

She chatted away about nothing at all, and then about halfway to her house, she pulled up and parked the car on a very quiet neighborhood street. She turned to face him, put her arm up on the back of the seat, and leaned forward so the deep vee of her bodice opened up and showed the creamy white swells of her tits.

"I've missed you, Jim," she said. "Why didn't you came back to see me?"

"I dunno. I… got busy, averting the gaze of her warm, sultry eyes, and trying not to look at her ruby red lips."