"Jim! How good to see you. And you've brought me flowers! How did you know what my weakness was?"
Ellen knew what his weakness was. It was right there in his tight, faded jeans. And his weakness was spreading out from there to all over his body.
"Daisies! At least a dozen of them!" she gushed, as she led him inside. "And you're going to get a nice, big thank you kiss for each and every one of them."
With the front door safely on its chain again, Ellen delivered her kisses. She kissed her nephew on the mouth and on each of his cheeks, she kissed his eyes and his ears and his chin and his throat. She held his face in her eager hands and smacked very warm kisses all over it, while she artfully wriggled her thinly clad tits and her naked flesh against him all she possibly could. She felt giddy and hot with refreshed desire when at last she stopped with her kissing, and he looked all flushed and feverish and just about to faint. And there in the front of his jeans – she had felt it, and now she saw it – his cock had the thin blue material all tented out. She took the flowers from his hand and sashayed off with them, quite confident that he'd follow.
His Aunt Ellen's butts were winking and squirming and beckoning, and Jim dazedly followed behind them. Her shorts were so brief he could see quite a let of bare ass underneath them, and he wanted to get down on his knees and crawl up real close behind her and see even more.