It was an unmistakable warning that winter was not far behind and that she had better make every move directed to proper preparations for the long col... winter that would present more danger than the roaming predators that was gathering faster than wolves in the wilderness. Her experience with wolves was extremely limited unless it was the category that used sugar-coated words to persuade her to give up some of her feminine secrets to soothe their aroused hardness that sought female. Her name was Maggie but everyone in the neighborhood called her "Aunt Mag". She was a widowed lady of about 57 but looked at least 15 years younger than that due to her slim body frame and youthful alluring face. She was petite with graying short hair standing around 5'2 and couldnt weigh more than 115 lbs. She had a nice set of tits that had to be at least 32 D. All the men and even us younger boys noticed how attractive Aunt Mag was and she was a flirt to all the men in our neighborhood.. I placed my hand on her bare thigh. She did not move. I gently moved my hand up her thigh, and still no reaction. I glanced up at her face and she continued to look at the TV. I looked at her chest and noticed that she was breathing deeper. I watched her breast heave in and out and even held her breath, as my hand continued to glide across her silky skin.My pinky brushed her panty line and her legs spread wider. And then I could just barely hear a soft moan escape her soft moist lips. I looked. I would wait and she would come out in her night gown or, again rarely, topless to get something from the bedroom or topless and holding her gown which she would put on as she stood next to her bed. I was (and am) just fascinated with my mother’s naked body. At the time I first was aware of Mom’s body I was ten or eleven which would make her 36 or 37 years old at that time. I would stroke myself waiting to get a glimpse of her. The views I’ve described would form the basis for.