The thought of Hank dimmed her mood a little. She’d met him in college, and they’d become fast friends -- but nothing more. He'd utterly failed to...make the slightest ghost of a pass at her, despite all of her hints and signals. He just wasn't like normal men; instead of giving her dinner, a movie, and a roll in the hay, he'd given her superpowers. In a moment of crisis (long story there) he’d exposed her to the same body-altering energies that he’d already used once on himself, giving her the. She’s adopted it, as well. I think my reservations were a lot of old tapes about what my mother should be like.”“You expected her to be at home, reading, making apple pies, doting on her grandkids, and things like that? Kind of like the Brady Bunch?”“Exactly. Instead she hangs out here hoping to get laid, and she’s pretty successful at it. I’ve heard that she loves to give world-class blowjobs, too; and that she can eat pussy better than most. She’s what you’d call experienced, as it turns out.. She has nice figures 40-32-36. She always prefer to dress in saree and wears nighty when she goes to bed.Sometimes during the weekends I go to her house . Most of the time my uncle will be out for his business commitments. He leaves on Saturday morning and comes back on Sunday night. So my aunt spends most of her weekends alone. She feels happy when I go to her house during the weekends She tells me that she feels good to talk to me and never feel lonely.It was during the first week of May, I. I was too busy feeling sorry for myself to see the benefits.She kissed my cheek and got up. She pulled my head to her belly (my nose was just at the right level that if we were naked I could have licked her) and hugged me. I could smell her pussy. She whispered, "I wish you could eat me right now! I'm so horny!" With my face pressed against her shorts I blew my breath out, making her feel the heat. "Mmmm... stop that! You're making it worse." She pushed me away and smiled at me. Then she winked.