Donna Allen

The hottest aunt

CHAPTER ONE

She could feel his eyes on her body.

It was past midnight, and Gloria Burnham knew that once again her nephew was standing out on the veranda sneaking a look at her while she undressed.

She was a guest in her brother's house, and it really wasn't fair. It Walter Burnham knew what his teenaged son was up to, he'd have a fit. Gloria was certain it was young Andy out there. This was the second night in a row she'd heard noises coming from the veranda, and that morning when her eyes had met Andy's, she realized it was him.

She also realized the whole scene was turning her on.

Gloria was thirty-five years old, two years past her divorce, and horny as hell. Having her body ogled by a teenager was certainly not the dullest thing in the world.

She wondered how experienced he was. Were there any teenaged virgins these days? Maybe it was the lure of the older woman. His mother was only thirty-six and a knockout. Maybe she reminded him of his mother.

Whatever it was, her pussy was quivering, and she had to decide what to do about it.

The evening before, she hadn't let him see anything. She'd been more annoyed than intrigued. But tonight was different. She decided she would find out what he had in mind.

And if he had nothing in mind she might very well have a suggestion or two!

Standing before the full-length mirror, she removed her blouse. Every man she'd known had been delighted by her tits. Even covered as they were now by her bra, their beauty was evident. They weren't huge, but they were ripe and heavy and pear-shaped. Her ex-husband had always insisted they made his mouth water. She pulled back her shoulders and turned her body at an angle so that if Andy was looking, which she knew he certainly was, he would get the full effect.