Lifting Aunt Ba's nightgown

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During summer vacation during my university years, I returned to my family's rural home in southern China. It was the busy farming season, and while my family had plenty of labor, my neighbor, Uncle Ba (a distant relative), had few, and Uncle Ba was in poor health, currently hospitalized for kidney problems. So, I often helped Aunt Ba with the farm work.

After a few days, since my family had more than enough help, I decided to stay at Uncle Ba's house temporarily to avoid having to travel back and forth every day.

Actually, I was quite willing to help Aunt Ba; firstly, I felt sorry for her because she was struggling and had no one to help her, and secondly, her cooking was delicious.

Every time I helped, there was always a good meal, and I especially admired her beauty.

Finally, I could enjoy a warm bath prepared by her—it felt so good! She was only thirty years old, and I was only twenty-six, but according to seniority, I still had to call her Aunt.

That day, as usual, I returned home from the foot of the mountain at five o'clock in the evening (her fields had to be circled around that small hill). We chatted and laughed along the way, enjoying the cool evening breeze, feeling the beauty of the world.

Suddenly, Aunt Ba asked me, "When are you leaving?"

She meant going back to school. I said, "Let's do it in a few more days." She smiled gratefully and charmingly, "Thank you so much for helping me with all this work. I don't know how to thank you enough."

The beauty of her labor made me realize she still possessed a captivating charm, and was at the most beautiful age a woman can be.

A thirty-year-old woman! I suddenly felt an urge to make love to her.

From that day on, I would often sneak into my aunt's room while she visited my eighth uncle in the hospital, taking her various underwear, sniffing them carefully while masturbating, and then carefully putting them back afterward.

My aunt never noticed, but my desire for her grew stronger every day.

One night, I tossed and turned in bed, trying to force myself to fall asleep, but my mind was unusually clear. I couldn't close my eyes; it felt like a drum was beating in my heart and ears, encouraging me to carry out my plan.

I got out of bed, very carefully, and walked to my aunt's bedroom door. I gently pushed the door open; there was no sound from inside, only my aunt's even breathing. I quietly slipped into the room.

The moonlight was bright that night, and my aunt liked to sleep with the curtains drawn.

The bright moonlight streamed through the window. Because it wasn't too cold yet, she was only covered with a thin blanket and wearing a silk nightgown.

She was sleeping soundly, lying on her side, her two smooth, rounded arms exposed.

The sheet only covered her knees, and the nightgown covered her calves, revealing only her soft, boneless ankles and two small, delicate feet.

Seeing this beautiful sight made my heart pound even harder. Soon I was standing beside my aunt's bed, gazing at her sleeping face.

Because of her good skincare, her skin was incredibly elastic, no less than that of a young girl.

I stared, mesmerized; my aunt was exceptionally beautiful at that moment.

I reached out and gently lifted a corner of the blanket, pulling it aside. My aunt's arm, though resting on the blanket, seemed weak. I saw that her lower abdomen and below were exposed. I then quietly lifted the hem of her nightgown.

Perhaps feeling a chill in her sleep, she curled her legs up, crossing them.

I lifted her nightgown again, slowly pulling the hem up.

I carefully flipped the lifted part of the skirt over her chest, the rest bunching up at her hips.

My aunt's skin was well-maintained, smooth and fair, her thighs quite full.

Underneath her nightgown was a light pink pair of wide-brimmed panties, completely covering the tops of her thighs and that mysterious area, only the dark bulge vaguely visible. Her large buttocks were tightly encased, appearing exceptionally full.

I gazed at my aunt's two fair, smooth thighs, reached out my hands, and gently pulled down her panties, pinching the top with my fingers.

Her legs were intertwined, gripping the panties tightly; I could only pull them down a little before I couldn't go any further.

The panties were pulled down slightly, revealing her abdomen and the tops of her thighs, and a patch of dark pubic hair peeked out from between her legs.

I held the edge of the panties, and just then, my aunt seemed uncomfortable in her legs, her body feeling a little cold. She stretched her legs and kicked them, groping for the blanket to cover herself again, but turned her body so she was lying on her back, her hands gripping the top edge of the blanket at her collar.

But with this movement, her legs had already parted, stretching straight out parallel to each other.

I quickly followed her movements, never letting go of the panties, my hands remaining under the blanket. Seizing the opportunity as my aunt moved and turned, I slowly and forcefully pulled them down.

My aunt didn't notice; it was just that the friction of her underwear against her thighs when it was pulled down caused an itch, and her legs involuntarily rubbed together a couple of times. This made it easier for me to pull the underwear down to her ankles, and then gently tug it off.

Holding my aunt's underwear in my hands, my heart pounded wildly, and I felt a little dizzy.

The underwear felt very soft in my hands, and more importantly, it was still warm from my aunt's body, having just been taken off.

I held the underwear in my hands and buried my face deeply in it, inhaling my aunt's scent.

Finally, I had the chance to smell the scent of my aunt's most intimate place, and it was such a fresh scent! I brought the underwear to my nostrils and inhaled deeply.

The unique, pungent smell of a woman's genitals clung to me like a clump of seaweed, making my desire burn even more intensely.

I felt a throbbing pain in my genitals, and I couldn't help but reach into my shorts and grasp my penis. The moment I touched it,

I realized it felt like it was burning with heat, or like a steel rod forged through countless trials. The cool touch brought some relief.

My hand gripped my erect member, and I couldn't resist any longer, so I started stroking it inside my shorts.

But because I'd been highly tense all night, and because I'd gotten my aunt's underwear, I was too excited. After only a few strokes, I realized I couldn't hold back any longer.

But I couldn't remove my hand, so I just moved even faster.

Suddenly, my eyes widened, a hoarse moan escaped my lips, my legs trembled, and I ejaculated all over my hand and shorts.

I quickly pulled my hand away, wiped it on my shorts, carefully helped my aunt put her underwear back on, went back to my room, pulled the blanket over my head, and fell into a deep sleep.

Two days passed like this. Afraid my aunt would find out, but seeing her unchanged, my courage returned, and my desire grew increasingly uncontrollable. Several times I secretly sneaked into her room at night, but at the last moment, I never had the courage to pounce.

I could only silently endure the inner torment, waiting for my chance.

That night, I was reading an article about date rape when I saw my neighbor supporting my aunt outside the door.

Apparently, they had a banquet that day, and my aunt had been plied with alcohol and gotten drunk.

I helped my aunt from my neighbor's arms, thanked her, and closed the door.

My aunt's body limply draped over my shoulder. I deliberately wrapped one of her arms around my neck, so that my bent elbow could rest against her soft breasts, sending electric shocks through my body.

I supported my aunt's body as she groaned hoarsely, "Water! Water!" I quickly helped her into the house, wanting to settle her down first.

But as we passed the living room, her foot snagged on the sofa, and she slumped down, collapsing onto it. I lost my balance and fell onto her too. Her

hands were still around my neck, her two soft yet firm breasts pressed against my back.

I pulled her hands away, and saw that she was even more alluring now, drunk. Normally she was dignified, but now her hair was disheveled, her eyes were blurry, and she seemed completely unaware of her surroundings.

She waved her hand in the air and groaned again, "Water!" As she fell, she pulled me into her arms.

My Adam's apple bobbed a few times with difficulty, and finally, mustering my courage, I leaned forward, sticking out my tongue, moistened with saliva, to lick my aunt's dry lips.

Her lips were almost cracked and peeling, but now, moistened by the saliva, she opened her mouth wide and sucked my tongue in, making "slap, slap" sounds as she sucked with relish.

I felt a surge of pleasure, forgetting everything else; any remaining thoughts in my mind were completely burned away by lust.

While deeply inhaling the aroma of wine from her breath, I also swirled my tongue in her mouth, savoring the taste of her lips.

My hands couldn't help but become unruly, grasping and kneading her breasts.

She was wearing an elastic bra, but I didn't care; I just kept kneading them.

My aunt, already feeling unbearably hot from the alcohol, felt even more agitated as I kissed and caressed her breasts. It was as if a fire was burning within her, or as if tiny insects were crawling all over her. She pushed me away and instead reached for her chest, unbuttoning her shirt.

I initially thought she had sobered up, but upon closer inspection, I realized it wasn't like that at all.

His eyes gleamed with greed. Although she felt a little cooler after unbuttoning her shirt, she was still uncomfortably hot. She couldn't help but sit up, tearing her clothes off and tossing them aside, before collapsing back onto the sofa.

Her eyes were closed, her nostrils flared, her face flushed with intoxication, and her thin lips parted slightly with each breath.

She lay flat on the sofa, her face turned towards me.

One hand rested on her stomach, the other dangling at the edge of the sofa.

Only half of her leg was propped up on the sofa, her foot dangling in the air. Her shoe strap had come undone, leaving only the toes hanging loosely. Her other leg dragged on the floor.

She had just ripped off her upper garment, leaving only two high, firm breasts covered by two pure white elastic bras and four white straps.

Her upper skin, originally fair, now had a touch of pink due to her intoxication.

Her abdomen was full but without noticeable excess fat, and her waist, though easily encircled, still possessed a crescent-shaped curve.

My aunt wore white trousers tinged with light yellow, pulled up high, revealing only half of her round navel.

I was burning with desire, feeling as if hundreds of cat claws were scratching at my heart. I went over, first throwing away the sandal that was dangling in the air, then squatting down and placing my hands on my aunt's belt.

The belt was easily pulled off, and I unbuttoned my aunt's pants, then pulled the zipper, and her pants were off.

I gently lifted my aunt's legs, placing them on my own, and then pulled her pants down.

My aunt probably sensed someone touching her; she impatiently raised her hand and waved it a couple of times, then lowered it again.

My aunt's thighs radiated a burning heat; her legs were full, yet the flesh was very well-proportioned, and the whole shape looked quite slender.

Today she was wearing a pair of white silk panties. They were embroidered with delicate patterns, and her vulva was vaguely visible underneath.

I quietly lowered my aunt's legs, but she mumbled something, shifted her body a few times towards the sofa, turned her back, and placed her legs crossed on the sofa.

But this exposed her large buttocks to me; the small silk panties couldn't cover her large buttocks at all, but they were stretched taut by her buttocks, making them very sexy.

I reached down to my aunt's back and laboriously unhooked her bra. The bra immediately sagged, revealing her breasts as large, white steamed buns.

Each bun had a large, brown date on top, making one want to take a bite.

I grabbed her shoulders, trying to turn her around.

She struggled impatiently a few times, but unable to break free, she obediently turned. I then easily removed her bra.

However, my aunt was lying on her side, her legs crossed.

I bent down and moved her hands away from her chest, grasping the base of one breast with one hand, then opened my mouth wide and took it in. I squeezed hard with my hand and sucked hard with my mouth, while my arm gently rubbed the other breast.

My other hand slid smoothly down her back, slipping inside her panties, and kneaded her plump, white buttocks.

My aunt let out a pleasurable "Oh..." In my hazy state, I felt as if ants were crawling all over my body, tickling me wherever they touched. I wanted to scratch, but didn't know where to begin. My chest felt sometimes full, sometimes throbbing.

Without realizing it, her arms wrapped around my head, pressing my face tightly against her breasts.

My body was unbearably itchy, and I didn't know what to do, so I just lay flat on my back, legs spread wide, trying my best to straighten them.

I struggled to free my head from my aunt's grasp, and seeing that my goal was achieved, I pulled down my underwear carefully.

My aunt's large vulva was now exposed before me. Perhaps because she had drunk too much that night, her genitals exuded a unique, intoxicating fragrance.

My aunt had a lot of pubic hair, and her labia were thick and wide. Because she had given birth, her vaginal opening was no longer closed like a young girl's, but rather a small, round hole, through which one could vaguely see the pink, tender flesh inside.

However, because my aunt didn't have much sexual activity, the muscles in her genitals didn't look relaxed at all; every part was still very elastic.

I reached out, wanting to part my aunt's labia and take a closer look at this most wondrous part of a woman.

Although I had seen so many pictures online and many close-up photos of genitals, I had never seen the genitals of a mature woman before.

As soon as my hand touched her labia, my aunt jerked upwards like a startled rabbit.

Without hesitation, I grabbed my aunt's legs and pulled them around my waist, then buried my head and licked her labia with the tip of my tongue.

In her hazy state, my aunt felt a tingling itch in her lower body. Instinctively, she reached out to scratch, only to grab a furry head. Without thinking, she pressed her hand down, burying my face between her legs. My open mouth perfectly enveloped her labia, and I couldn't help but suck on them. My

aunt felt a little more comfortable, but this comfort also made her feel uncomfortable all over. She couldn't help but let out soft moans, "Oh...oh..." and pressed my head down even lower with both hands.

I felt like I could barely breathe. The scent of alcohol mixed with the dampness of a woman's genitals assaulted my nostrils, driving me to the brink of madness.

Yet, I couldn't bear to leave my aunt's vulva. Gasping for breath, I sucked on her labia with even more fervor, occasionally plunging my tongue into the deep crevice, greedily licking the tender flesh inside.

My aunt could no longer hold back and began to moan… I buried myself even deeper, my tongue swirling inside her vagina while my hands scratched at the base of her thighs.

After a few sobs, my aunt felt an unparalleled sense of pleasure, as if someone were giving her a massage, especially in her genitals,

where waves of sensation felt like electric currents. She felt light as a feather, floating on clouds, and involuntarily spread her legs wide, allowing me to serve her more comfortably, her breath escaping with desire.

As I sucked, I gradually felt my mouth and tongue becoming increasingly moist. I stopped to look and saw the tender flesh at the entrance of her vagina writhing, slowly releasing a thick, white fluid, much like the yogurt she usually drank…

I was overjoyed, knowing my aunt was aroused. I lowered my head and carefully licked the fluid, not wanting to waste a single drop.

The liquid was sweet, a hundred times better than yogurt, and I licked it with even more relish.

My aunt, however, felt unbearably hot all over. Her genitals, which had been experiencing waves of pleasure, suddenly felt like the current was running low, occasionally surging through her vagina, but no longer relieving the itch.

She couldn't help but groan anxiously, not knowing what she wanted to say.

She just thrashed about, grabbing at herself and kicking her legs, almost knocking me to the ground.

I straightened up, seeing my aunt now overwhelmed with desire, longing for a large penis to penetrate her vagina.

I couldn't help but feel a surge of emotion; after waiting so many days, my wish could finally be fulfilled.

I whispered, "Auntie, don't worry, I'll give you happiness!" In that

instant, I stripped myself naked.

My aunt, in a daze, felt as if she were back on her wedding night.

I parted her legs, climbed onto the sofa, and knelt between them.

I slowly lowered myself, pressing against her chest, and kissed her dry lips.

My aunt opened her eyes, perhaps thinking it was my naked uncle pressing down on her, and blushed deeply, but she tightly embraced my back, making the space between us even smaller.

It felt so familiar… could this really still be just our wedding night?

While kissing my aunt's lips, I lifted my buttocks, placed one hand between my legs, grasped my penis, aimed, and thrust downwards forcefully.

My aunt felt something warm and hard suddenly fill her vagina. She wanted to moan, but with my mouth inside hers, she could only mumble, "Mmm...mmm..."

As the hard thing moved a few times inside her, it felt like her soul was ascending to heaven.

In a daze, my aunt vaguely sensed something was wrong, but her body was beyond her control. Waves of soreness, numbness, tingling, and itching sensations surged from her vagina, assaulting her very soul.

She tried to figure out what was wrong, but thinking about it only made her head throb. She decided to stop thinking and simply enjoy the fleeting pleasure.

I, on the other hand, was flushed, breathing heavily, and impatient. I thrust in and out with all my might, and soon felt myself about to ejaculate. Thankfully, I managed to control my impulse.

My aunt's body, however, was parched and finally quenched. She had always been under extreme self-suppression, and now, fueled by alcohol, her desires were beyond control. While the thrusting of my penis into her vagina was pleasurable, it still wasn't enough. She held me tightly in her arms, her large buttocks swaying wildly upwards.

I thought to myself, "This is bad," but I had already lost control of the rhythm. I tried to hold my aunt down, but couldn't.

Soon, I felt my head starting to spin.

I steeled myself, thinking, "Why worry about all that? The point of sex is to feel good!"

No longer trying to control myself, I thrust my large penis forcefully in and out of my aunt's vagina, fully enjoying the pleasure of riding her body.

Not long after penetration, the urge to ejaculate grew stronger and stronger. He quickly stood up, pulled his wet, engorged penis out of his aunt's vagina, and stood on the ground…

Then, facing his aunt's lips, his penis trembled, and a thick stream of white fluid spurted from the bare glans, landing on his aunt's cheeks, mouth, and even some, with a tremor, onto her slightly closed eyelids.

In her hazy state, his aunt felt a cool sensation on her lips, and involuntarily stuck out her tongue, licked it, and put it in her mouth. A few drops of semen occasionally dripped into her slightly parted lips, landing on her white teeth.

His aunt felt as if a heavy burden had been lifted from her body. Although her vagina suddenly felt unbearably empty, the tingling numbness throughout her body made her unwilling to think any further, and she drifted off into a deep sleep.

I ejaculated on my aunt's face, panting heavily as I sat down on the sofa to rest. But as soon as I sat down, I felt as if all my strength had been drained from my body; I didn't want to move anymore. My head tilted to one side, and I unconsciously fell asleep, my head resting on my aunt's legs.

As my mind gradually cleared, I suddenly remembered what I had done, and my heart tightened. I thought to myself, what if my aunt woke up and found out

? But then I thought, what's done is done; even if my aunt is angry, what can she do?

Besides, from now on, my aunt should accept this relationship and become my secret lover.

Thinking of this, I looked back at my aunt's sleeping posture—a languid, womanly figure, her legs wide open, her vulva constantly breathing, enticing me to try it inside. My desire burned again.

Thinking about how I had just surrendered to my aunt so quickly, how could I possibly give her sexual happiness after this?

Even as I pondered this, my penis, restless and eager, began to rise again.

I decided to go all in, having already done it once and twice.

I grabbed my aunt's leg on the sofa, lifted it high above her head, pulling her to her side. Then, I placed one foot on the sofa armrest, the other on the ground in a half-squat position, my knee braced against the edge of the sofa. I aimed my penis at her open vulva

and thrust it in. This time, I was smarter. Instead of immediately applying force, I used a gentle thrust and twist, then slowly withdrew before forcefully plunging in again.

My aunt was lost in a sweet dream when suddenly she felt something fleshy, like a snake, slither into her vagina from underwater.

She gasped and woke up. Opening her eyes, she felt as if she were still dreaming. I was naked before her, and her vulva contained my penis.

She immediately understood what had happened and tried to struggle, but her legs had no strength at all, only aching and soreness.

Her aunt groaned, "What are you doing!"

As soon as she spoke, she realized that her voice didn't sound like a reprimand, but rather like a seductive moan.

But this also calmed me down. Hearing my aunt's questioning, I quickly came up with a plan: "Yesterday you were drunk. I helped you inside, but you fell on top of me, touching and biting me. I couldn't resist, so..."

As I spoke, I continued to thrust my large penis in and out of my aunt's vagina.

My aunt, in her hazy state, didn't remember what had happened. Hearing my explanation, she blushed deeply with embarrassment and was speechless for a moment, forgetting that I was still thrusting my penis into her vagina.

Although she forgot to stop, the sensations in her body were a hundred times clearer in this sober state than when she was drunk. She felt her whole body become weak and limp with each thrust of my penis, yet the pleasure grew stronger with each wave.

My aunt continued, "I know you're lonely all the time."

She clenched her teeth, but still couldn't help letting out a groan of extreme pleasure.

She felt even more ashamed and said, "But we're relatives no matter what! This is incest!"

I said, "But we're not related by blood!"

My aunt couldn't help but sigh and said, "What a sin! What a sin! This time it was my fault. Just this once, I'll give in to you. You can't have such thoughts again."

I said, "Doing it once is the same as doing it many times. Let's not worry about the number of times."

As I spoke, I thrust my penis forcefully into my aunt's vagina a few times, piercing deep into her core.

My aunt felt as if her soul was about to fly away. She hadn't tasted such pleasure in so many years.

Hearing my words, she couldn't help but feel sad. Yes, for so many years, she had been working hard all by herself, enduring so much hardship alone.

So many nights, she had buried herself under the covers, gritting her teeth and enduring the desires of her body.

But then my aunt thought of tonight and felt truly afraid.

Thinking of this, she suddenly realized something was wrong. In front of me? In her mind, I was her nephew! If people found out, wouldn't she be even more miserable?

Thinking of this, my aunt felt a surge of panic, but I kept swaying her, making it difficult for her to speak. She could only croak, "Slow down, I'm dizzy. If people find out, how can we face anyone?"

I smiled and said, "From now on, at home we'll be lovers, but in public we'll pretend we're still the same. We can get what we want, and only we know. What's wrong with that?" My aunt felt a

mix of emotions. It was me who had done this to her; it was truly a bitter irony. She could only blame fate for this cruel joke.

I didn't say much at this point. Now that I'd talked to my aunt and she wasn't really blaming me, I grew bolder. Without pulling my penis out of her vagina… I

simply turned my hips, stood on my toes, released her legs, and reached my hands under her ribs to hug her body. She leaned back on the sofa, then I hoisted my legs onto my shoulders, half-squatting, my knees against the edge of the sofa, and began thrusting even more vigorously.

My aunt felt waves of spasms coursing through her body, sometimes feeling like she was floating on clouds, sometimes like she was falling into a quagmire, sometimes wanting to cry, sometimes wanting to laugh. Her recently clear mind gradually became muddled again, and she didn't want to open her eyes anymore.

She didn't want to think about anything else; whoever it was, at least for this moment, her body was experiencing extreme pleasure.

I thrust in and out for a while longer, then, unable to hold back any longer, my penis pressed deep inside my aunt's flower core. With a jerk of my hips, all my semen sprayed into her flower core.

My aunt's legs trembled violently. In her dazed state, she felt a surge of hot fluid rushing from her flower core straight to her soul, giving her a feeling of ecstasy that made her feel like her soul was flying to the heavens.

She couldn't help herself either, and her flower core opened, gushing out a stream of hot, sticky fluid.

My aunt suddenly remembered something, and with her eyes closed, she groaned, "Why did you ejaculate inside me? What if I get pregnant?"

I laughed, "That's good! Auntie can give me a beautiful baby..."

My aunt blushed, spat, and scolded, "What are you saying? You're so indecent!"

I put my arm around my aunt's waist and laughed, "What do you need to be indecent for now?"

My aunt pushed me away, got out of bed, went to the bathroom, and washed herself thoroughly. Standing in the bathroom, she cried her heart out and then came to terms with it. In the end, she had been taken, so what could she do? What I said wasn't entirely without merit.

Thinking about this, she felt refreshed, as if a new chapter had begun in her life, as if she had been reborn.

Epilogue: "Ah Ming, will you love me?"

"Yes, I'll give Auntie sexual happiness!"

"Pfft, pfft," accompanied by the seductive sounds of "Oh...oh...", a wanton melody played in the unknown night.

During summer vacation in college, I returned to my home in the rural south. It was the busy farming season, and while my family had plenty of labor, my neighbor, Uncle Ba (a distant relative), had few, and Uncle Ba was in poor health, currently hospitalized for kidney problems. So I often helped Aunt Ba with farm work.

After a few days, since my family had more than enough help, I decided to stay at Uncle Ba's house temporarily to avoid having to travel back and forth every day.

Actually, I was quite willing to help Aunt Ba; firstly, I felt sorry for her suffering without help, and secondly, her cooking was delicious.

Every time I helped, there was always a good meal, and also, I especially admired her beauty.

Finally, I could enjoy a warm bath prepared by her own hands—it felt so good! Actually, she was only thirty and I was only twenty-six, but according to seniority, I still had to call her Auntie.

That day, as usual, I returned home from the foot of the mountain at five in the evening (her family's fields had to be circled around that small hill). We chatted and laughed all the way, enjoying the cool evening breeze; the world felt wonderful.

Suddenly, Auntie asked me, "When are you leaving?"

She meant going back to school. I said a few more days. "Thank you for helping me with so much work, I really don't know how to thank you," she said with a grateful, charming smile.

Coupled with the beauty of labor, I discovered that she still retained her charm, and was at the most beautiful stage of a woman's life.

A thirty-year-old woman! I suddenly had an urge to make love to her.

From that day on, I often secretly went into Auntie's room while she was visiting Uncle Ba in the hospital, rummaging through her various underwear, sniffing them carefully while masturbating, and then carefully putting them back afterward.

Auntie never noticed, but my desire for her grew stronger every day.

One night, I tossed and turned in bed, trying to force myself to fall asleep, but I was unusually alert and couldn't close my eyes. It felt like a drum was pounding in my heart and ears, encouraging me to carry out my plan.

I got out of bed, very carefully, and went to my aunt's bedroom door. I gently pushed it open; there was no sound from inside, only my aunt's even breathing. I slipped quietly into the room.

The moonlight was bright that night, and my aunt liked to sleep with the curtains drawn.

The bright moonlight streamed in through the window. Because it wasn't too cold yet, my aunt was only covered with a thin blanket and wearing a silk nightgown.

She was sleeping soundly on her side, her two smooth, rounded arms exposed.

The sheet only covered her knees, and the nightgown covered her calves, revealing only her soft, boneless ankles and two small, delicate feet.

Seeing this picture of a beautiful woman made my heart pound even harder. Soon I was standing beside my aunt's bed, gazing at her sleeping face.

Because of her excellent skincare, her skin was incredibly elastic, no less than that of a young girl.

I stared, mesmerized; my aunt was exceptionally beautiful at that moment.

I reached out and gently lifted a corner of the blanket, pulling it aside. Although my aunt's arm was draped over the blanket, it seemed weak. I saw that her lower abdomen and below were already exposed. Then, I quietly lifted the hem of her nightgown.

Perhaps feeling a little cool in her sleep, my aunt had curled her legs up, crossing them.

I lifted her nightgown again, then slowly pulled the hem up.

I carefully flipped the lifted part of the skirt over my aunt's chest, the rest bunching up at her hips.

My aunt's skin was also very well-maintained, smooth and fair, and her thighs appeared quite full.

Underneath her nightgown, she wore a light pink pair of wide-brimmed panties that completely covered the tops of her thighs and that mysterious area, only vaguely revealing the dark bulge. Her large buttocks were tightly encased, making them appear exceptionally full.

I gazed at my aunt's fair thighs, reached out, and pinched the top of the panties with my fingers, gently pulling them down.

My aunt's legs were intertwined, clamping the panties tightly together; I could only pull them down a little before I couldn't go any further.

The panties were pulled down a bit, revealing my aunt's abdomen and the tops of her thighs, and a tuft of dark pubic hair was also visible from where her legs were pressed together.

I held the edge of the panties up, and just then, my aunt seemed to feel uncomfortable in her legs, and her body felt a little cold. She stretched out her legs and kicked them, groping for the blanket to cover herself again, but turned her body over so that she was lying on her back, her hands holding the top edge of the blanket at her collar.

But with this movement, her legs were already spread apart, stretched out parallel to each other.

My hands hurriedly followed my aunt's body, never letting go of her underwear. I hid my hands under the blanket, and as my aunt moved and turned, I seized the opportunity and slowly pulled it down.

My aunt didn't notice; it was just that the friction of the underwear against her thighs when it was pulled down caused an itch, and her legs couldn't help but rub against each other a couple of times, which made it easier for me to pull the underwear down to her ankles, and then gently pull it off.

I held my aunt's underwear in my hands, my heart pounding wildly, and I felt a little dizzy.

The underwear felt very soft in my hands, and more importantly, it was still warm from my aunt's body.

I held the underwear in my hands and buried my face deeply in it, inhaling my aunt's scent.

Finally, I had the chance to smell the scent of my aunt's most intimate place, and it was such a fresh scent! I brought the underwear to my nostrils and inhaled deeply.

The distinctive, fishy odor of her genitals clung to me like seaweed, intensifying my lust.

My genitals throbbed with pain, and I couldn't resist reaching into my shorts to grasp my penis. It felt like it was burning with fire, or like a steel rod forged through countless trials.

The cool touch brought some relief.

My hand gripped my erect member, and I could no longer restrain myself, beginning to masturbate inside my shorts.

However, due to the intense tension of the night and the overwhelming excitement of possessing my aunt's underwear, I couldn't hold back for long.

My hand was already tied to my erection, so I continued masturbating even faster.

Suddenly, my eyes widened, a hoarse moan escaped my lips, my legs trembled, and I ejaculated, spraying semen all over my hand and shorts.

I quickly pulled my hand away, wiped it on my pants, and carefully helped my aunt put her underwear back on. I went back to my room, pulled the blanket over my head, and fell into a deep sleep. Two

days passed like this. I was afraid my aunt would find out, but seeing her still acting the same way, my courage returned, and my desire became increasingly uncontrollable. Several times I secretly sneaked into my aunt's room at night, but at the last moment, I still didn't have the courage to pounce.

I could only silently endure the inner torment, waiting for my chance.

That night, I was reading an article about date rape when I saw my neighbor's wife supporting my aunt standing outside the door.

It turned out they had a banquet that day, and my aunt had been plied with alcohol and gotten drunk.

I helped my aunt from my neighbor's wife, thanked her, and closed the door.

My aunt's body limply draped over my shoulder. I deliberately wrapped one of her arms around my neck, so my bent elbow could rest against her soft breasts, sending electric shocks through my body.

I supported her weight as she groaned hoarsely, "Water! Water!" I quickly helped her inside, wanting to settle her down first.

But as we passed the living room, her foot snagged on the sofa, and she slumped down, collapsing onto it. I lost my balance and fell on top of her. Her arm was still around my

neck, her two soft yet firm breasts pressed against my back.

I pulled her arm away. Now, drunk, she looked even more alluring. Normally she was dignified, but now her hair was disheveled, her eyes were blurry, and she seemed completely unaware of her surroundings.

My aunt waved her hand in the air and groaned, "Water!" As she fell, she pulled me into her arms. My

Adam's apple bobbed a few times, and finally, I mustered my courage and leaned forward, sticking out my tongue, moistened with saliva, to lick my aunt's dry lips.

Her lips were almost cracked and peeling, but now, moistened by the saliva, she opened her mouth wide and sucked my tongue in, making "slap, slap" sounds as she sucked with relish.

I felt a surge of pleasure, forgetting everything else; any remaining thoughts in my mind were burned away by lust.

I deeply inhaled the aroma of wine from her breath while swirling my tongue in her mouth, savoring the taste of her lips.

My hands couldn't help but wander, grasping and kneading her breasts.

My aunt was wearing an elastic bra, but I didn't care; I just kept kneading them.

My aunt, already feeling unbearably hot from the alcohol, felt even more agitated as I kissed and caressed her breasts. It was as if a fire was burning within her, or as if tiny insects were crawling all over her. She pushed me away and instead reached for her chest, unbuttoning her shirt.

I initially thought she had sobered up, but upon closer inspection, I realized it wasn't like that at all.

His eyes gleamed with greed. Although she felt a little cooler after unbuttoning her shirt, she was still uncomfortably hot. She couldn't help but sit up, tearing her clothes off and tossing them aside, before collapsing back onto the sofa.

Her eyes were closed, her nostrils flared, her face flushed with intoxication, and her thin lips parted slightly with each breath.

She lay flat on the sofa, her face turned towards me.

One hand rested on her stomach, the other dangling at the edge of the sofa.

Only half of her leg was propped up on the sofa, her foot dangling in the air. Her shoe strap had come undone, leaving only the toes hanging loosely. Her other leg dragged on the floor.

She had just ripped off her upper garment, leaving only two high, firm breasts covered by two pure white elastic bras and four white straps.

Her upper skin, originally fair, now had a touch of pink due to her intoxication.

Her abdomen was full but without noticeable excess fat, and her waist, though easily encircled, still possessed a crescent-shaped curve.

My aunt wore white trousers tinged with light yellow, pulled up high, revealing only half of her round navel.

I was burning with desire, feeling as if hundreds of cat claws were scratching at my heart. I went over, first throwing away the sandal that was dangling in the air, then squatting down and placing my hands on my aunt's belt.

The belt was easily pulled off, and I unbuttoned my aunt's pants, then pulled the zipper, and her pants were off.

I gently lifted my aunt's legs, placing them on my own, and then pulled her pants down.

My aunt probably sensed someone touching her; she impatiently raised her hand and waved it a couple of times, then lowered it again.

My aunt's thighs radiated a burning heat; her legs were full, yet the flesh was very well-proportioned, and the whole shape looked quite slender.

Today she was wearing a pair of white silk panties. They were embroidered with delicate patterns, and her vulva was vaguely visible underneath.

I quietly lowered my aunt's legs, but she mumbled something, shifted her body a few times towards the sofa, turned her back, and placed her legs crossed on the sofa.

But this exposed her large buttocks to me; the small silk panties couldn't cover her large buttocks at all, but they were stretched taut by her buttocks, making them very sexy.

I reached down to my aunt's back and laboriously unhooked her bra. The bra immediately sagged, revealing her breasts as large, white steamed buns.

Each bun had a large, brown date on top, making one want to take a bite.

I grabbed her shoulders, trying to turn her around.

She struggled impatiently a few times, but unable to break free, she obediently turned. I then easily removed her bra.

However, my aunt was lying on her side, her legs crossed.

I bent down and moved her hands away from her chest, grasping the base of one breast with one hand, then opened my mouth wide and took it in. I squeezed hard with my hand and sucked hard with my mouth, while my arm gently rubbed the other breast.

My other hand slid smoothly down her back, slipping inside her panties, and kneaded her plump, white buttocks.

My aunt let out a pleasurable "Oh..." In my hazy state, I felt as if ants were crawling all over my body, tickling me wherever they touched. I wanted to scratch, but didn't know where to begin. My chest felt sometimes full, sometimes throbbing.

Without realizing it, her arms wrapped around my head, pressing my face tightly against her breasts.

My body was unbearably itchy, and I didn't know what to do, so I just lay flat on my back, legs spread wide, trying my best to straighten them.

I struggled to free my head from my aunt's grasp, and seeing that my goal was achieved, I pulled down my underwear carefully.

My aunt's large vulva was now exposed before me. Perhaps because she had drunk too much that night, her genitals exuded a unique, intoxicating fragrance.

My aunt had a lot of pubic hair, and her labia were thick and wide. Because she had given birth, her vaginal opening was no longer closed like a young girl's, but rather a small, round hole, through which one could vaguely see the pink, tender flesh inside.

However, because my aunt didn't have much sexual activity, the muscles in her genitals didn't look relaxed at all; every part was still very elastic.

I reached out, wanting to part my aunt's labia and take a closer look at this most wondrous part of a woman.

Although I had seen so many pictures online and many close-up photos of genitals, I had never seen the genitals of a mature woman before.

As soon as my hand touched her labia, my aunt jerked upwards like a startled rabbit.

Without hesitation, I grabbed my aunt's legs and pulled them around my waist, then buried my head and licked her labia with the tip of my tongue.

In her hazy state, my aunt felt a tingling itch in her lower body. Instinctively, she reached out to scratch, only to grab a furry head. Without thinking, she pressed her hand down, burying my face between her legs. My open mouth perfectly enveloped her labia, and I couldn't resist sucking.

My aunt felt a little more comfortable, but this comfort also made her feel uncomfortable all over, and she couldn't help but let out soft moans, "Oh...oh..." She pressed my head down even lower with her hands.

I felt like I could hardly breathe; the scent of alcohol mixed with the dampness of a woman's genitals assaulted my nostrils, making me feel like I was going crazy.

But I couldn't bear to leave my aunt's genitals. Gasping for breath, I sucked on her labia even harder, occasionally slipping my tongue into the deep crevice, greedily licking the tender flesh inside.

My aunt could no longer hold back and began to moan… I buried myself even more in my work, my tongue darting inside her vagina while my hands scratched the base of her thighs.

My aunt sobbed for a while, then felt incredibly comfortable, as if someone was giving her a massage, especially in her genitals, where waves of sensation felt like electric shocks.

She felt light as if she were floating on clouds, and involuntarily spread her legs wide to allow me to serve her more comfortably, her breath escaping with desire.

As I sucked, I gradually felt my mouth and tongue becoming increasingly moist. Stopping to look, I saw the tender flesh at the entrance of her vagina writhing, slowly releasing a thick, white fluid, much like the yogurt she usually drank…

Overjoyed, I knew my aunt was aroused. I lowered my head and carefully licked the fluid from her vagina, not wanting to waste a single drop.

The liquid tasted sweet, a hundred times better than yogurt, and I couldn't help but lick it with even more relish.

My aunt, however, felt unbearably hot all over. Her genitals, which had been experiencing waves of pleasure, suddenly felt like the current was running low, occasionally surging through her, but no longer relieving the itch.

She couldn't help but groan anxiously, not knowing what she was trying to say.

She just thrashed about, grabbing and kicking wildly, almost knocking me to the ground.

I straightened up, seeing my aunt's overwhelming desire, longing for a large penis to penetrate her vagina.

I felt a surge of pride; after waiting so many days, my wish could finally be fulfilled.

I whispered, "Auntie, don't worry, I'll give you sexual bliss!"

In that instant, I stripped myself naked.

My aunt, in a daze, felt as if she were back on her wedding night.

I spread my aunt's legs apart, climbed onto the sofa, and knelt between her legs.

I slowly lowered my body, pressed against my aunt's chest, opened my mouth, and kissed her dry lips.

My aunt opened her eyes, perhaps thinking it was my eighth uncle, naked, pressing down on her. She blushed deeply, but tightly wrapped her arms around my back, making the space between us even smaller.

It felt so familiar... Could this really still be our wedding night?

While kissing my aunt's lips, I lifted my buttocks, placed one hand between my legs, grasped my penis, aimed, and thrust downwards forcefully.

My aunt felt her vagina suddenly filled with something warm and hard. She wanted to moan, but with my mouth already inside hers, she could only utter muffled "Mmm...mmm..."

As the hard thing moved a few times inside her, it felt like her soul was ascending to heaven.

In a daze, my aunt vaguely sensed something was wrong, but her body had no choice. Waves of soreness, numbness, tingling, and itching sensations surged from her vagina, assaulting her very soul.

She tried to figure out what was wrong, but the more she thought about it, the more her head throbbed. So she stopped thinking and simply enjoyed the fleeting pleasure.

I, on the other hand, was flushed, breathing heavily, and impatient. I thrust in and out with all my might, and soon felt myself about to ejaculate. Thankfully, I managed to control my impulse.

My aunt's body, like parched land finally receiving rain, had been under constant self-suppression. Now, fueled by alcohol, her desires were uncontrollable. While the thrusting of my penis inside her was pleasurable, it still wasn't enough. She held me tightly in her arms, her large buttocks swaying wildly upwards.

I thought to myself, "Oh no!" I had lost control of the rhythm. I tried to hold her down, but couldn't.

Soon, I felt my head spinning.

I steeled myself, thinking, "What's the point of all this? The point of sex is pleasure!"

No longer trying to control himself, he thrust his large penis forcefully into and out of his aunt's vagina, reveling in the pleasure of riding her body.

After a short while, he felt his urge to ejaculate growing stronger. He quickly stood up, pulled his wet penis out of his aunt's vagina, and stood on the ground…

Then, facing his aunt's lips, his penis trembled, and a thick stream of white fluid spurted from the bare glans, landing on his aunt's cheeks, mouth, and even some, with a tremor, on her slightly closed eyelids.

In her hazy state, his aunt felt a cool sensation on her lips, and involuntarily stuck out her tongue, licked it, and put it in her mouth. A little semen occasionally dripped into her slightly parted lips, landing on her white teeth.

My aunt felt as if a heavy burden had been lifted from her body. Although the sudden emptiness in her vagina was unbearable, the soreness and numbness throughout her body made her unwilling to think about anything else, and she drifted off to sleep.

I ejaculated on my aunt's face, panting heavily as I sat down on the sofa to rest. But as soon as I sat down, I realized my body felt as if all my muscles had been removed; I didn't want to move anymore. My head tilted to one side, and I fell asleep with my head on my aunt's lap.

As my mind gradually cleared, I suddenly remembered what I had done, and my heart tightened. I thought to myself , what if my aunt woke up and found out?

But then I thought, what's done is done, what can my aunt do even if she's angry?

Besides, from now on, my aunt should accept this relationship and become my secret lover.

Thinking of this, I looked back at my aunt's sleeping posture—a languid woman's figure, her legs wide open, her vulva constantly breathing, enticing me to try it inside. My desire was reignited.

Thinking back to how he'd only just given up on his aunt, how could he possibly provide her with sexual happiness after that?

Even as he pondered this, his penis, restless and eager, began to rise again.

He decided to go all in, having already done it once and twice.

He grabbed his aunt's leg on the sofa, lifted it high above her head, pulling her to her side. He then placed one foot on the sofa armrest, the other on the ground in a half-squat position, his knee braced against the edge of the sofa. He aimed his penis at his aunt's open vulva and thrust it in.

This time, he was smarter; instead of immediately applying force, he used a gentle thrust and twist, then slowly withdrew before forcefully plunging in again.

His aunt was lost in a blissful dream when suddenly she felt something fleshy, like a snake, slither into her vagina from underwater. She gasped in surprise and woke up.

She opened her eyes, feeling as if she were still dreaming. I was naked in front of her, and my penis was inside her vagina.

She immediately understood what was happening and tried to struggle, but her legs had no strength; she only felt an unbearable ache.

Her aunt groaned, "What are you doing!"

As soon as she spoke, she realized her voice sounded less like reproach and more like a seductive moan.

But this only calmed me down. Hearing her question, I quickly came up with a plan: "Yesterday you were drunk, and I helped you inside, but you fell on top of me, touching and biting me. I couldn't resist, so..."

As I spoke, I continued thrusting my large penis in and out of her vagina.

Her aunt, in her hazy state, didn't remember what had happened. Hearing my explanation, she blushed deeply with shame and was speechless, forgetting that I was still thrusting my penis into her vagina.

Although she forgot to stop, the sensations in my body, now fully awake, were a hundred times clearer than when I was drunk. With each thrust of my penis, my whole body felt weak and limp, yet each wave of pleasure grew stronger.

My aunt continued, "I know you're lonely sometimes."

She clenched her teeth, but still couldn't help letting out a groan of extreme pleasure.

She felt even more ashamed and said, "But we're relatives! This is incest!"

I said, "But we're not related by blood!"

My aunt couldn't help but sigh deeply, saying, "What a sin! What a sin! This time it was my fault. Just this once, I'll give in to you. Don't ever have such thoughts again."

I replied, "Doing it once is the same as doing it many times. Let's not worry about the number of times."

As I spoke, I thrust my penis forcefully into my aunt's vagina a few times, piercing deep into her core.

My aunt felt as if her soul was about to fly away; she hadn't tasted such pleasure in so many years.

Hearing my words, she couldn't help but feel secretly saddened. Yes, for so many years, she had toiled alone, enduring countless hardships and gritting her teeth.

So many nights she had buried herself under the covers, enduring the desires of her body.

But then she thought of tonight and felt truly afraid.

Suddenly, something felt wrong. In front of me? In her mind, I was her nephew! If others found out, wouldn't it be even worse than death? Thinking of this

, her heart filled with panic, but I was swaying her body, making it difficult for her to even speak. She could only say in a hoarse voice, "Slow down, I'm dizzy. If others find out, how can we face anyone?"

I smiled and said, "From now on, at home we'll be lovers, and in public we'll pretend we're still the same. We can still be satisfied, and only we ourselves know. What's wrong with that?"

My aunt felt a mix of emotions. It was ironic that I was the one who had done this to her; it was a cruel twist of fate.

I didn't say much. Now that I'd talked to her, and she wasn't too angry, I grew bolder. Without pulling my penis out of her vagina… I

simply turned my hips, stood on my tiptoes, released her legs, and reached my hands under her ribs to embrace her. She leaned against the sofa, then I hoisted her legs onto my shoulders, half-squatting, my knees against the edge of the sofa, and began thrusting even more vigorously.

My aunt felt waves of spasms wash over her. One moment she felt like she was floating on clouds, the next like she was falling into a quagmire. She wanted to cry one moment, laugh the next; her recently clear mind began to cloud again, and she refused to open her eyes.

I didn't want to think about anything else. Whoever it was, at least for this moment, my body was experiencing extreme pleasure.

I thrust in and out for a while longer, then, unable to hold back any longer, my penis pressed deep inside my aunt's vagina. With a jerk of my hips, all my semen sprayed into her vagina.

My aunt's legs trembled violently. In her dazed state, she felt a surge of hot fluid rushing from her vagina straight to her soul, giving her a feeling of ecstasy that made her feel like her soul was flying to the heavens.

She couldn't help herself either; her vagina opened, and a gush of hot, sticky fluid gushed out.

My aunt suddenly remembered something, and groaned with her eyes closed, "How did you ejaculate inside me? What if I get pregnant?"

I laughed, "That's great! Auntie can give me a beautiful baby..."

My aunt blushed, spat, and scolded, "What are you saying? You're so indecent!"

I put my arm around my aunt's waist and laughed, "What do you need to be indecent now?"

My aunt pushed me away, got out of bed, went to the bathroom, and washed herself thoroughly. She stood in the bathroom and cried her heart out, then came to terms with it. After all, she had been taken, so what could she do? What I said wasn't entirely unreasonable.

Thinking about all this, she felt refreshed, as if a new chapter had begun in her life, as if she had been reborn.

Epilogue: "Ah Ming, will you love me?"

"Yes, I will give Auntie sexual happiness!"

"Pfft, pfft," accompanied by the soul-stirring sounds of "Oh... Oh...", a seductive melody played in the unknown night.

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