“I do not. They?re too big and saggy and?. How do you know?Oh my goodness Bobby. I didn?t realize I was in front of the mirror,” she exclaimed, turning to face me and covering the ends of her pendulous gourds with her hands. “Aren?t you ashamed of yourself for peeking at me. You should have turned your head,” she added as she stepped closer to the bed where I sat.
“I just couldn?t help myself,” I replied. “I?ve wanted to see your breasts for as long as I can remember. I think they look great!”
“Don?t you ever tell anyone about this,” she replied. “We shouldn?t even be having this conversation.
“I wouldn?t tell a soul,” I replied. “It?s nobody?s business but ours anyhow. Please let me see them a little bit. I swear I won?t tell.”
“Oh Bobby. What am I going to do with you? I?m old enough to be your mother and besides that, I?m your aunt,” she said. “Are you really serious about seeing my breasts or are you just teasing me?”
“I?m dead serious,” I replied, my saliva so hot and thick by now that I could hardly speak.
“Alright,” she sighed. “Just promise not to tell anyone.”
Then she moved her hands and cupping her huge appendages, she stepped over in front of me and offered her treasures for my close inspection. Aunt Rose?s tits had areolas as big as drink coasters and they, like her weenie-sized nipples, were puckered to the max!