Chapter 1: Chapter 1
"Are you coming to see me, or to see my tits?" my aunty asks as she steps into the room.
IShe has been flashing them at me for years. And now she is dying. I'm supposed to feel sad. But I don't. I feel horny. "Tits, of course," I reply without pause. "Who cares about your dying when you have tits like that?"
The answer is no one.My aunty is a beautiful woman, and she knows it. She is well-proportioned, with a shapely figure and full breasts that I have admired for years. Her skin is flawless, and a few shades lighter than my own mahogany. Even her wrinkles are sexy, and add character to her face.