"Land sakes, boy," the woman on his lap said. "Is that a baseball bat in your pants?"
He saw no reason to lie. "I think he likes you."
"Mmm, I like him too," she said reasonably. "You understand that, don't you?"
"Yes, Ma'am."
"Oh, Dexy..." in a very different way from the freshly baked cookies, the woman also smelled very nice "Why are you sniffing me, Peter? Are you part mongrel?"
"You smell nice Ma'am, like my Mommy."
"Why wouldn't I?" She responded slyly. Now it was the woman's turn to laugh. He was studying the woman now, comparing her automatically to the only woman who'd had a major place in his life. Her face was narrower, her eyes a bit more dark. Her hair, which was black with gray streaks, was tied back perfectly. She had a long neck and her hands tended to flutter toward it, as if she was trying to cool down waves of heat.
"I'm your Aunt Mae, you know," she told him. She said this with a great deal of gravity, as if any such information could calm him down now.
"Okay," he said .
"Dexy, dear, wouldn't you like to see your new room?" asked Aunt Mae, as she rose from his lap and took his hand in hers. Her hand felt warm, and her skin was smooth. He wondered what it would be like to feel her all over.
“um...” he said non-commitally as he had actually been quite enjoying having the woman on his lap and was unprepared to give up on such a wonderful luxury.
"You know what you need?" Aunt May suddenly said as she got down on her knees and squeezed the boys hand against her modest but full breast. "Some nice, fresh milk to go with the cookies. Why don't we go upstairs and get your things unpacked, and change you into your pajamas. Then I'll feed you some of my fresh milk. Do you like fresh milk young man?" When Dexter nodded eagerly, she flicked a finger across the tip of his swollen bulge in a playful manner. "I thought you might." She rose again as she asked, "Is there anything else you'd like?"
"Yes, please."
"And what would that be?" She leaned forward her pretty mouth almost touching his, one hand on his shoulder one hand on his knee. "What would you like?"
"I want you to sleep in my bed tonight."
“Oh honey,” she said, slipping off her apron and dropping it to the floor. “You really are so adorable.”
She took him in her arms, and he nestled to her, feeling her firm breasts against his chest. She led him up the abbreviated steps to the bedroom level of the house.
His new bedroom was fairly dedicated to the few furniture pieces it held. A narrow, single bed against a wall, a wooden desk and chair, and a wardrobe. There was a new pair of blue flannel pajamas waiting on his bed. His Aunt watched him change from the doorway then asked for permission to go and get changed herself.
The boy climbed under the covers of his new bed with eager anticipation. Was this really happening, or was some dread consequence or obstacle about to trot around the corner and ruin his chances? The situation -did- seem too good to be true. Most likely he would soon discover some awful fact about his Aunt that would render her too unattractive to be an object of lust.
The boy's cock was still stiff and hard in his flannel pajama bottoms when his Aunt Mae reappeared in his doorway again several minutes later wearing only a silk see-through top and white cotton panties. She also had kept her tight string of pearls with matching earnings and her white high-heels. She could feel the boys passionate appreciation and she relished it. Beautiful woman liked to be appreciated, and sex can even be an act of worship.
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