...I brought Aunt Mildred from the hospital. She was able to walk but it was slow going. When she got into the house, I took her up to her bedroom and helped her get comfortable. I took her shoes off and massaged her feet. All the time, my eyes kept going up her legs to the hem of her skirt. When she tried to take her blouse off, she winced in pain. I told her that I would have to undress her. When she began to protest, I reminded her that I had seen her naked more than a few times when we were small. I unbuttoned her blouse with shaking fingers. Yes, I had seen Aunt Mildred naked when I was smaller and younger. But the raging hardon I had now was not the dick of a little boy. By the time my fingers fumbled with the clasp of her bra, I was almost hyperventilating. Aunt Mildred looked at me in the mirror...

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