He was thinking how happy he was that he had stopped to see Uncle Jim and Aunt Jill, how delighted he was that he had pleasured Prissy. He wondered about Darcy, lift plump ass, her over-ripe tits, her sweet, round face.

His cock thumped under the towel and bulged out in a hint of erection. It was at that moment that sin, her face radiating, her movie-star beauty sparkling, her lush, mature body vibrating under a pink robe, walked into the bathroom.

"Oh, excuse me, Bobby! I didn't know you were in here," Jill said.

She was combing her hair, the brush gliding in smooth laps at her dark-brown hair… She stopped combing when she saw Bobby's taut, hard, military body wrapped only in a flimsy towel. Jill also noticed how his cock lifted the towel out at his crotch.

Bobby finished shaving, clicked the razor off, then turned to face his beautiful aunt. Their gaze met. His cock thumped. The towel lifted. He saw the crevice, the plunging V of her robe, the bulge of her huge tits against the terrycloth.

His cock kept rising until it pushed so hard at the towel that the slip knot at the side came undone. The towel came loose and floated to the floor, leaving Bobby nude before Aunt Jill.

She stared in wide-eyed fascination and amazement as his cock kept rising, lifting proudly into a hot, hard, simmering erection. Jill's gaze did not leave his blossoming cock. She stared in rapt surprise at the length, the thickness, the hardness of her nephew's enormous prick.

"My God, Bobby!" she whispered.

He let her look, let her see his marvelous cock. Jill seemed to tremble and shake a tiny bit at his lifting cock, watching his thick cock-stalk until Bobby had a full hard-on.

Bobby moved toward her, his cock wobbling like a wild branch in a whipping wind. Jill caught his hard-on in her hand as he came close to her. She locked her fingers around his cockstalk in an overhanded grip.