Don't be afraid to stare. Allow me to bring it closer." Auntie Rita purred. He gulped as she lowered her cunt closer. His Auntie Rita’s scent was he...vy in his nostrils. "Don't be afraid, my sweet nephew. This pussy will soon take your virginity but first you will need to learn how to pleasure it properly." John was completely hypnotized by the sight of her naked cunt. He couldn't resist. His cock throbbed hard and his balls drew up tight. It was perfect. John could not take his eyes off it.. . especially her son. Alison often went around thehouse without a bra, just to get a reaction. She invariably did.Right now, her tits were completely visible through the transparentnegligee. For the first time, Randy would be able to see the stiff,crimson buds of her nipples.Alison was hoping it would make her son so awfully horny, he'd want tostick his hard young cock into her pussy rather than beat off aloneall the time. She saw nothing wrong in her desire to fuck her own son.In fact she got. I opened the door for her and followed her out. We walked to my vehicle and I opened the door for her. In my world chivalry is not dead. I got in and drove us to our favorite Italian restaurant. I remember very little about dinner. I just remember staring at her, yearning to have her, wanting this meal to end. It was not uncommon for us to hold each other as we walked. When we were leaving the restaurant, she wrapped her arm around my waist and I hers. It was too much for me. I allowed. I listened while she talked even when we did the few dishes together. She gave me one new rule now that I was grown up; call me Doreen, not Aunty. Clad only in hats and boots she took me around the property to bring me up to date with her projects. Beyond the small back lawn she had a large vegetable garden reticulated from a dam behind the tool shed, where an old bike covered in cobwebs remained ready for my use. Beside the tool shed stood a well fenced chicken run, home to a clutch of chooks.