Reluctantly, yes

I laid in bed that night thinking about my Aunt's hot, fit, naked body. For a woman whose head is in the clouds and has never had a boyfriend in her whole life (my mom told me that) she sure did keep her body in peak condition for male tastes. Like I said I had thought my type was the curvier type but I was really starting to rethink that.

I was so worked up I had to jerk off, I'm embarrassed to admit. But basic male biology... we can't help but be aroused even if we really shouldn't. I just had to get it out of my system.

The next day was Saturday and I fixed her door for real this time. I knew I could have milked it for some more views of my aunt, but I was feeling guilty. Once I had the door back in place Aunt Olivia called me to breakfast. She didn't seem particularly relieved to have her bedroom door fixed but I suppose she's just not that concerned with mundane household stuff like that.

She was wearing a white bathrobe and I could see most of her chest between her boobs, with a plunge deep enough that it was clear to me she wasn't wearing a bra. The robe was tight to her chest though so I couldn't see down it to her nipples.

I knew I shouldn't, but I couldn't resist pulling one of the tricks I'd learned. After eating one of the small but delicious sausages she'd fried for me, I held up my fork and dropped it on the floor under the table. She was talking about the huge project at the library to convert old microfilm scans of archival information to digital media (fascinating stuff, let me tell you...) and went on without any reaction as I crawled under the table. I had used this trick five times in the previous two weeks to look up her skirt, it was obvious what I was doing... to anyone except to Aunt Oblivia.

I crawled under the table and still she was going on about optical character recognition up above. I felt guilty as always... but after finding my fork I tilted my head up and looked between her legs. I had a view up her skirt but I couldn't actually see anything, there was not a light a source down there under the table. Obviously.

So I did what any young man of the 21st century would do... I slid my phone out of my pocket and put it in flashlight mode. Those things are so useful, right? I shined it right up my aunt's bathrobe and sure enough I could see everything. She wasn't wasn't wearing panties at all this morning. I looked at her shaved, hairless cunt with those big labia lips. I'm not a virgin but only barely (ah, prom night sex), so seeing a pussy was extremely exciting to me. Especially one as sexy as Aunt Olivia's.

Still she was talking overhead! I looked at her cunt but her legs were fairly close together, denying me the lewd view I truly craved.

"Uh, I can't find my fork," I said, "I think it might be under your feet. Can you spread your legs Aunt Olivia?"

I think I might have done that just to sabotage myself and put an end to this. Surely even Aunt Oblivia couldn't think this was a reasonable request, and she could probably even see all the light from my phone if she looked down. But nope, she spread her legs wide and kept droning on!

I was breathing heavily. I pushed the phone almost up her bathrobe to maximize the light. Her pussy was spread open slightly now and I could see her pink inner folds. She looked wet. I tried to see her hymen, since I was sure she was a virgin, but she wasn't spreading that wide... and at age 35 maybe it was gone by now anyway even if she hadn't had sex.

Her pussy looked better than any porn. The skin was tight and healthy, her pink folds were dripping with sexuality. It's a shame no man had ever awakened her inner lusts... but I was sure enjoy looking at her unspoiled treasure. Her toned thighs really completed the picture... if she ever decided to start being interested in sex, she was going to make lucky man very happy. It was all I could do not to reach out and touch her wet... no, I should never think things like that!

I realized I'd been down there a whole minute since asking her to spread her legs. "Oh, there's my fork," I said, and climbed up sheepishly.

"So even though using machine learning to apply metadata tags to the scanned documents is very CPU-intensive it's the only way to insure that the database searches are accurate and useful to the researchers and other library patrons," she said, concluding her lecture, which would have gone entirely over my head even if I hadn't been distracted by her pussy.

"Uh, very interesting, Aunt Olivia!" I said. She finally noticed me and gave a smile of appreciation.

She checked her phone. "Oh, it's Saturday," she said. Of course, the fact that we were lazing around in our house clothes at 10 am hadn't tipped her off. "What would you like to today, Mark?"

I was so horny. I knew I shouldn't, but I had to see how much I could get away with. It was time to see just how oblivious my Aunt really was.