Wondering about her lingerie

It was 9AM and I was lazily lounging at the kitchen table, shovelling Aunt Lyn's delicious pancakes into my mouth. The sweet syrup dribbled down my chin as I ran my tongue along my lips, letting out a satisfied "Mmmm."

Lyn was flitting about the kitchen in her tight gray leggings and white tank top, sleepily brewing us some coffee. Her tits looked fucking enormous stretching out that thin fabric. Damn, they were like two huge melons practically spilling out of her top. I'm guessing easily double Ds, maybe even triple Ds. Way bigger than I like on a chick. My ideal milf body was medium tits, a big juicy ass, and somewhere between 30-40 years old. Lyn was only 27 so she didn't quite fit the bill on age alone.

But fuck me, when she turned to grab a mug, my eyes zeroed in on that ass of hers. It looked decent in those tight leggings, but it was definitely average sized. Not fat and plump like I craved. Just... adequate. I mean it was still sexy as hell on her, but it sure didn't live up to those monster titties she was packing.

"Sleep well, babe?" Lyn asked with a cute little yawn, pouring me a steaming mug. I quickly looked away from her body, trying to appear nonchalant.

"Yep, my bed is so comfy Auntie. These pancakes are to die for too, as always!" I said with a grin. She smiled and ruffled my hair affectionately before sitting across from me.

We chatted and ate as the morning sunlight streamed through the kitchen window. I tried to keep my eyes on her face, but they kept drifting down to her cleavage. Lyn had no clue I was blatantly ogling her the whole time. She was just too sleepy to notice.

"These leggings are so comfy, I think I'm gonna live in 'em today," she purred, stretching her arms above her head. Her huge tits nearly popped out of her top. I almost choked on my coffee.

reaching for my last stack of fluffy pancakes, the syrup glistening in the morning sunlight streaming through the window. Suddenly, a chair scraped against the tile floor as my aunt Marylin plopped down beside me.

"Dig in!" she said with a laugh, planting her elbows right next to mine on the tabletop. I froze, fork mid-air, as her plain white bra strap slipped down her shoulder, dangling mere inches from my nose.

My mind started racing. So her bra was white... I wonder what color her panties are? I hoped to God they weren't some boring white cotton granny panties. lyn was only 27 and a sexy flight attendant - surely she had to wear some kind of lacy, sexy lingerie, right? The kind I'd seen in those name brand lingerie catalogs I used to jack off to as a teen. Sheeit, if she was rocking plain Jane underwear, I'd be hella disappointed.