As I stood up it was obvious I had an erection pushing out my jeans.
‘Don’t worry Henry,’ she said. ‘I’ll take care of that later for you.
As I was leaving her bedroom she said, ‘Oh Henry. I forgot to tell you Cynthia is popping over this afternoon for a slice of birthday cake and a glass of champagne. I do hope you’ll be here.’
It was more of an order than a request so I just nodded.
At three o’clock the doorbell rang, mother was in the kitchen arranging her birthday flowers that had been delivered earlier so it was up to me to greet Aunt Cynthia.
Aunt Cynthia was fifty three years old and tall like my mother. She was an attractive woman with large breasts and a full bottom, just like my mother but her hair was turning grey the last time I saw her which was well over three years ago.
‘Hello Harry, if it isn’t my favourite nephew,’ she said as she strode past me after I’d opened the door to her. She always says I’m her favourite even though I’m her only nephew.
I looked at her and she had changed. She seemed to have lost a little weight. her hair was cut in a stylish bob and dyed a light silver. She wore a figure hugging grey woolen dress that was quite low cut showing off an expanse of cleavage emphasised by a string of white pearls. She had on grey hose and grey high heel shoes. Like mother her full lips were painted in a scarlet red gloss that set off her pristine white teeth.
She came towards me and I instinctively moved back. ‘A hug for your dear old auntie?’ she asked. I was pressed against the wall as she pushed into me, her large soft breasts pressed into the top of my chest. Her lips found mine and she seductively kissed me. ‘Mmmm, you have grown,’ she said a one hand caressed my growing cock through my jeans while the other tilted my head for another kiss.
‘I’m in the kitchen darling,’ shouted my mother and as Aunt Cynthia turned I could see the seams running up the back of her stockings and the way her hips swayed as she walked away.
They chatted about this and that for a while then mother told us to go into the sitting room while she sorted out the cake and champagne.
The sitting room comprised of a three seater sofa and two matching armchairs. We both took an armchair opposite each other.
‘So Harry, have you been a good boy for Mummy or have you been a naughty boy?’ she queried.
My mouth dropped open in shock.
‘Don’t be so surprised, sisters tell each other everything. I’ve even told her to send you to me for a week and I’ll make you into a very, very good boy!’ I just stared as I didn’t know what to say.
Aunt Cynthia then pulled her dress up to her waist showing off the tops of her stockings and the black garters that were holding then up.
‘How would you like to be naked and put over these thighs for a spanking Harry?’
Just then we heard Mother approaching so Aunt Cynthia quickly pulled down her dress and crossed her legs.
Cake was dished out and the champagne poured. We all clinked glasses as Aunt Cynthia stared at me and smiled.
The conversation was bland as they caught up on things so I just sat and said nothing, only answering when a direct question came my way.