I woke while it was still dark; the fire was out but the bed was pleasantly warm. Much of that warmth seemed to be emanating from my Aunt Ellen who now lay with the crack of her lovely warm bum pushing against my early morning erection. I raised my head to try and see the alarm clock and she spoke,
' Well I can feel you're up with the lark, lad. Or is that a gun that's poking in my bottom?'
I wasn't at all sure what to say to this. While I was trying to work out what to say she put on the bedside lamp, turned to me and pulled me to her.
We lay looking at each other our lower parts pushed out so that my lower belly pressed into hers and I could feel her bushy mound against my hard c**k.
' The genie's out of bottle, Simon ', she murmured, her fingers playing with my hair, ' Are you sorry
