The scent between the aunt's thighs

To understand the context in which I found myself I must necessarily be verbose and tell the origins of this adventure. I am a quiet married man of 48 years old; when I was about fifteen I spent a period at my uncle's house who had no children and I was placed, with all comfort, in the guest room. It was summer, I slept semi-naked using only a cotton sheet. As you can imagine I was at that age when the dick is always hard, especially in the morning.

That day I was about to half close my eyes; I was supine and, even though covered by the light fabric, my erection was very evident...