"Tommy?"
Her voice was familiar. "Up here," I called.
I heard the stairs in Mom's house creaking as she came closer. I was stuck in bed with a broken leg and cast up to my hip, propped up reading Penthouse Forum Letters, feeling frisky but bored to death. Maybe it was a girl visiting? I could only hope.
"Which room are you, Dear? I haven't been upstairs in the new house."
Now I knew the voice. I quickly covered myself as Aunt Teri came through the door.
"There you are! I brought you a Milk shake and burgers. I hope you're hungry."
I was! She pulled up a chair and we sat chatting. My mom's older sister, Teri was 48 to my 19. She was always nice, but stern, never married. Attractive enough, with big boobs which I always tried to scope out. And now she wore a loose tank top and a very thin bra.
"Your mom said you could use company, I hope you don't mind," she said between bites.
"Not at all! I was going stir-crazy!"
"Good, then. I brought you some magazines. Day-time TV is pretty boring for a young man like you."
I was expecting SI or Car & Driver but when I reached in the bag, I came out with one entitled, "40+ Women", and another "Big-breasted MILF's." I was shocked and suddenly aroused. Why would she bring me these? Has she seen me peeking?
"Don't let your Mom see them. She still thinks young men take cold showers! Are they okay?" Her eyes looked intently into mine.
"Yeah, fine! I just...wasn't expecting them."
"My son Johnny has a whole boxful he left at my place. You're welcome to them. Pictures of old nude women don't do much for me, but he sure liked them. I can see an old broad in the mirror anytime! Haha!"
I laughed too, but my eyes were right on her boobs, thinking, I'd love to see those! As if she read my mind, she pulled her shoulders back, showing off those beauties.
"Of course, theirs are probably implants. Mine tend to sag a bit more." Her voice seemed deeper, huskier. "And I'm not air-brushed, either."