...but didn't. You pulled up her shorts for her instead.

You were swift and decisive with your fingers, hooking them into your aunt's shorts and slipping them up her thighs. It took all of half a second, the stretchy fabric sliding easily over her meaty ass, but the momentary skin to skin contact was enough to almost make you bust again. Your aunt stiffened immediately at your touch. She was frozen in her bent over scrubbing pose and you gulped.

There was a sudden drop in temperature as your aunt stood and turned around.

"You looked busy..." you tried jokingly, hoping to lighten the mood. But her expression had darkened, the damp paper towel scrunched up in her fist.

"Boundaries," she said simply, her finger pointed at your nose. "We still have those in this house." You nodded emphatically to show her how well you understood that now. Seeing the anxious look in your face your aunt's features softened and she sighed. "Sorry... sorry," she said, breathing deeply and brushing some hair out of her eyes. "I overreacted." She clasped a hand on your shoulder and gave you a sympathetic nod. "Lots of hormonal weirdness with this thing I have going on..."

"I'm sorry too," you added, making her smile tightly. With her so close you could see a thin film of cummy residue sill on her chin and lips, and a hint of you was on her breath.

"I'm gonna go wash up," she said then disappeared into the bathroom.