Ellen paused in donning her shorts, for there through the peephole in her door she could see the anxious face of her nephew, Jim, the son of her older brother, Ray, who was divorced. Jim was a healthy, handsome, horny boy who had often looked at his Aunt Ellen – and his cousin Carole – in a furtively lustful way. That boy was safe. Just half Ellen's age, and her nephew, there was no way in the world she could get emotionally involved with him. Ellen was smiling and licking her plump underlip as she slithered her shorts on up her warmly tingling thighs, as she wriggled her shapely hips and worked the single layer of cloth over her hotly squirming asscheeks. She was sure he was an innocent. She could get him to do almost anything, and he'd be soared to death to breathe a word of it. Her cunt was so swollen and hot she could hardly close the zipper that ran up the front of her shorts. She covered her bared tit, then quickly retied her halter so it showed more of both of her creamy white mounds. Her hands were shaking as they smoothed over her very tight shorts, shorts which clasped against her cunt and clung to her ass like a sucking mouth. She saw that Jim had a bouquet of flowers in his hand as he turned to ring her chimes again, and if he was as eager to see her as that, she was more than ready to welcome him.

Jim couldn't keep from staring every time he saw his Aunt Ellen, and this time was no exception. She stood framed in the doorway, just the same height as he was, beaming a ruby-lipped smile at him, blue eyes flashing brightly, and so much of her fabulous figure to be seen that Jim's cock started throbbing to life.

The deep cleavage between her tits was there to be seen, and her tits bulged her halter top full.