But with a mind of its own, my right hand slipped down and raised the layer of fabric, so that I was gently resting against your mass of tight curls. ...h, what heaven, the feel of them tickling my foreskin. Junior Boy took on a life of his own, and when I stopped kissing you so that I could look at you properly, I saw the amused smile had become perhaps a little more mischievous. Did I detect that your breathing was heavier? You ran your tongue provocatively over your upper lip, and I sighed. 'Auntie, I am not dressed for a party', I stressed. She looked me up and down, and noting that we were of similar height and build, suggested I put something of hers on, as I must know all her clothes by now.Standing in front of her mirror admiring my reflection, my heart was racing, the little oriental dress we were never allowed to touch, was hugging my nubile curves, a perfect fit and what set my pulse racing was the slit up the thigh, so sexy and so inviting.When she came back into the room. Her breasts were average sized, but very firm, showing no signs of sag. Large dark nipples capped the lovely cones. Her waist showed not a trace of fat nor of stretch. Had she ever had children? Ron guessed not - her figure showed none of the ravages of childbirth. While her waist was narrow, it was not ridiculously so. Her hips were nicely framed by the white bikini bottom, riding high toward her waist.Then Ron's eyes widened. Behind the mystery woman was... the old woman? How had she gotten. She, too, was asleep. Would she accept his ghostly embrace as she'd accepted it for so many years? Or had her relationship with Joe reached a point where she'd reject him? He hadn't tested her resolve or attitude, and he wouldn't test it this morning, not out of his body. The test would happen when the flesh around his uncircumcised penis could be retracted by his mother's labia as he entered her. The fantasy gave his apparition a hard-on.When he shuttled back to New Orleans, Nora was sitting.