She parted her legs, extremely white against the bulging black satin of the crotchband of her panties. Her scent was so fantastically alluring that Jim had to get more of it, and when his slack and panting mouth was a foot above the stark black and velvet white of her open crotch, Ellen helped him along by placing her hand on the back of his head.
He breathed in all he could of her perfume, kissed as much of her crotch as he could reach, and she warmly massaged the nape of his neck and said, "Yes, baby, that's right. I missed you a lot. Now let's go to my house and make up for the fucking and sucking we've been missing."
CHAPTER FOUR
Jim's cock was sticking up out of his open fly as his smiling aunt drove him on to her house. It was all he could do to keep from jacking off and squirting jism all over the car, because her skirt was up to her hips, and her dark nylons and the black elastic straps holding them up made her look even sexier, if that could be possible.
She parked the car in her driveway and got out, bent over so he could look right down the front of her dress, and said, "Well? Aren't you coming inside?"
She turned and walked to her door, and Jim followed after her swinging hips and swishing skirt, scurrying along, bent over, trying to hide his stiff cock. He was panting again when she closed and chained the door behind him.
"Now take off your clothes. Every stitch," she said.
He did as he was told, presenting himself to her naked and flushed and hot all over his body, with his cock straining up at her.