"You can get all the erections you want from now on."I smiled and looked at her. "Are you going to do the champagne thing when we get home?" You bet."...Before I shag your brains out, or afterward?"“Before." She giggled and leaned into me. "But only just."Off the train, she made me go into the pub for a pint while she went home. It was worth the delay. The long white gown — what there was of it — clung to her curves. It was backless, the only means of support being a spaghetti-thin strap around. There were times—when I was working seventy hours a week as a young attorney or if I was in a tough case—when it was cut to two—maybe a blowjob in the morning and some hot sex when I staggered home exhausted. Then she'd do all the work. Other than that it's been three-a-day, more than a thousand a year. I figure that wonderful woman has given me more than 40,000 orgasms and I've tried to reciprocate every time. She's given me so much more than just sex. She is exactly as I described her to her. Even words were not coming out. I just shook my head up and down, indicating yes. Slowly, he left his mom and climbed out of bed and went to the other side of the bed, leaving his original place for me to take.I was literally shivering and my body was boiling hot. I was about to sleep when he whispered to take off my shirt or she would know. I immediately removed my tee and slept in my PJ. Kishore raised himself on one elbow to see the action. I slowly turned towards aunty and put a shivering. One short sleeve had fallen off her shoulder to reveal quite a bit of flesh and a black bra strap which pointed enticingly to her pert breast. In the other direction her short dark hair was shaved at the neck drawing the eyeline to her face, and hot red lips.She had heavy eye make up on in a kinda 60s fashion, and her brown eyes shone at me as they made contact with mine. She smiled and said 'you ok there?' I nodded thanks to her, and put my hand on her bare ankle to assure her I was. 'Good'.