Gazing at the mirror, she watched the swelling of her nipples. She parted her legs and slid her fingers into her thick bush of cunthair and between her meaty cuntlips. She began breathing rapidly with a seething excitement, her fingers probing and tickling the juicy folds of her cunt. When she began the rhythmic massage of the shaft of her clit, it took only moments to bring on the rush of an orgasm.

Venting a series of soft moans, she finally shuddered and pulled her hand away from her cunt.

It was hardly supreme ecstasy, but it was better than nothing.

She stepped into the shower, humming the melody of an old song.

By the time she arrived downstairs for breakfast, Walter and Amy were gone, and she found herself alone with Andy. Munching a combination of dry cereal and milk, her nephew was reading the baseball scores in the newspaper.

"Good morning," she said.

He offered her a sheepish grin. "Good morning, Aunt Gloria."

At least he doesn't look damaged, she thought. If anything, he looked better than the day before.

Did all of that really happen last night? She tried to visualize his cock hanging between his thighs. Then, because an erect cock was always more pleasing to her, she imagined his erect cock pointing at the ceiling. She felt herself getting horny again.

I'm cock-happy, she thought.

She could eat him up. It wouldn't be the first time in her life she'd have cum for breakfast. If there was any better way to start a day, she didn't know about it.

She watched with amusement as his eyes hungrily raked over her body. She was wearing a skimpy halter that did nothing to hide the fullness of her tits.

"You look ready to rape me," she said with a chuckle.

He blushed.

"Your mother and father will be gone most of the day," she said. "How would you like to spend the time?"