A woman has to know how to turn a man on, she thought. Thank God her body was still something to look at.

She teased him by doing nothing for a full minute. Then she suddenly unsnapped her bra and slipped it off. Her tits appeared, full and free and startlingly white. They were firm, pointed high and slightly to the sides. The reddish-brown nipples were long and hard and excited. When she cupped her hands under her tits and raised them, she heard a definite gasp coming from the open window.

It was then she realized her play-acting was sheer torture for both of them.

"Okay, Andy," she called out. "Climb in through the window, but be quick about it."

There was a long moment of silence. Then the window was pulled up a few inches more, and young Andy Burnham climbed into the room.

Gloria faced him with a wry smile on her face. He was wearing no more than a pair of white jockey shorts, tented in front by an obvious erection.

"You've been spying on me," she said.

He blushed. His eyes fixed on her swaying tits, he spoke in a trembling voice.

"I'm sorry, Aunt Gloria. I couldn't help it."

"It's nasty to spy on people," she said. "I would think a boy your age would be experienced enough not to go crazy over the sight of a woman's body. Haven't you ever seen a woman before? Don't tell me you're a virgin, because if you do, I won't believe it."

He was a cute kid. He had sandy hair falling over his eyes, and a full set of freckles. His arms and chest were nicely muscled, and the equipment hidden by his jockey shorts certainly seemed complete.

"Well?" she said.

"Well what?"

"Are you a virgin?"

A flush came to his cheeks, and he nodded.

"Oh, sweet Jesus!" she said. "And you've got the hots for your one and only aunt, haven't you? I haven't seen you in five years. You can't tell me you've been lying awake five years dreaming about me. The last time I saw you, you had nothing like that hiding in your pants."