Caught with her hands down her panties… there was no way to hide. Eileen was embarrassed and ashamed. He wicked aunt Janet would take full advantage. “Please don’t tell my mom” Eileen begged. Janet smiled. “Funny, your mom thinks you’re such an innocent college girl” she taunted. Eileen blushed, not that she couldn’t turn any more red. “What if you walked in on me, rubbing my pussy? What would you think? What would you do?” prompted Janet. Eileen’s heart raced. Was this a trick question? It would be so hot, but she wasn’t about to admit that. She licked her lips unconsciously, without saying a word. Janet smiled, taking off her skirt. Eileen in awe, stunned. Janet didn’t say a word either, She rubbed over her mound, eye contact with Eileen, who slowly moved closer. Then Eileen reached out, caressing her aunt’s leg. Almost like worshiping a naughty goddess she had dreamed of, and had close to her all this time.