"Yes, maybe I did." He sounded breathless. Nervous.

She saw his eyes were resting on her tits. Her cunt started to tingle, demanding attention, the kind of attention only her young nephew could give. Now that it was about to happen, Ruth felt relaxed. Despite the fire coursing through her veins.

"I know why you've been sweating, sweetheart," she whispered, running her hand over his chest.

He looked up at her, his eyes wide as saucers. "What-what do you… you mean, Aunt Ruth?"

"You don't have to feel embarrassed or ashamed with me, Bill. It's perfectly natural for a boy your age…"

"What's… what's natural."

"Sshh. Relax." Ruth slipped the straps of her nightie off her shoulders. Her pear shaped breasts were suddenly revealed to the boy. Ruth thought his eyes would pop out of their sockets. She smiled, feeling in full control of herself now, as if she had been through all this before. In her imagination, she had.

"Aunt Ruth!" he gasped in amazement.

"Do you like my tits?" she asked huskily.

He was mesmerized by her beautifully shaped mounds. "Jeez, yes."

"Do you want to touch them… feel how hard my nipples are for you?" she panted eagerly.

He nodded, unable to speak, and looked up into her eyes. She leaned toward him and took his chin in the palm of her hand. Then she kissed him, her tongue disappearing between his hot, dry lips. He sighed deeply, his arm hooking around her back, forcing them into an awkward embrace. Her tits flattened against his heaving chest.

He sucked on her tongue, slipping his instinctively into her mouth, running it over her teeth and gums. His hot breath fanned her face.

She reached down under the covers and felt the curliness of his soft pubic hair. He was fully erect. She grasped his tool and her heart leapt for joy. It was enormous! Almost nine inches long and thick as a tree trunk! She felt her whole body melting.