Beautiful Fourth Aunt

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My fourth aunt is a beautiful woman. Although she's nearing fifty, her appearance remains captivating. Age
has brought wrinkles to her skin, but her sweet voice, youthful waist, and
full hips still inspire fantasies.
She's an ordinary civil servant, her daily routine mainly consisting of accounting . She doesn't have to
endure the elements, and her long years in the office have instilled in her an air of elegance.
Her husband is an ordinary cadre with many hobbies: drinking, gambling, and stocks. Unfortunately, he's not good
at anything . His only success, however, was winning her over in his youth with all his tricks. Thinking about it, he
's quite a successful man.
Because of this, my fourth aunt often complains about being with such a man. While she might be showing off her happiness,
it's perhaps a subtle expression of her inner feelings.
My fourth aunt has a daughter who is quite beautiful. She had many suitors in middle school, which is no surprise.
However, compared to her slender mother, her daughter is much more voluptuous, especially her large breasts and shapely hips, making her
unforgettable .
I hadn't paid much attention to my fourth aunt before, but after gaining some experience, I discovered such a beauty around me, and
occasionally I'd fantasize about having her under my control and making love to her—a once-in-a-lifetime experience. However, since
she was only a relative, and a cousin at that, and lived far away, opportunities were limited.
But fate was kind to me, and I was able to finally have my fourth aunt's "fertile water" flow into my waiting mouth.
In winter, my fourth aunt and uncle planned a trip to Hainan Island. They weren't exactly key workers anymore,
just going through the motions, living a more relaxed life, and had some spare money to enjoy life. Coincidentally, I had
a house in Sanya, so I invited them to stay there—convenient and economical.
Initially, they planned to stay for two weeks, but then something came up at home, and my uncle had to go back early,
leaving my fourth aunt behind for me to keep her company.
How could I let such an opportunity pass me by? After a little planning, I decided to give it a try and see if I could
bring under my control.
Women always love beauty, even older women. Women can be bold too; they can always
display surprising courage in certain situations, and my fourth aunt was no exception.
I took her around, gave her a bath, let her feel the sea breeze, and bought her some pretty clothes—quite revealing compared to
her usual demure style.
At first, she was a little hesitant, but the joy in her eyes betrayed her true feelings. I bought
her several bikinis and my favorite red nail polish.
After a few days of fun, a stunning beauty stood before me, seemingly beckoning.
After a few days of sightseeing, my fourth aunt was clearly familiar with her new clothes and surroundings, and she became more comfortable with me,
occasionally making physical contact and cracking slightly suggestive jokes.
I teased her, "Fourth Aunt, you're so beautiful, a real beauty."
She replied, "I'm old, I can't do it anymore."
I denied her statement; she was still very charming.
Whenever this happened, a girlish blush would appear on her face. It turned out that my fourth aunt was still a fertile
ground yet to be fully explored.
My house wasn't far from the sea, and my fourth aunt loved to sit on the balcony in her pajamas, drinking coffee and watching the sea.
After all, people living inland still have a special longing for the sea.
I sat down next to her, chatted with her, and took the opportunity to massage her back.
She hesitated for a moment, then accepted, and even made soft moans during the massage.
I was sure her juices were already flowing.
Auntie suddenly said she was a little tired from playing these past few days.
I took the opportunity to suggest an oil massage to help her recover faster.
She seemed a little embarrassed, saying she wasn't used to being touched.
I suggested finding someone she knew, a woman.
Auntie was still a bit hesitant.
But I could clearly sense that Auntie still wanted to try an oil massage.
I said, "How about this, I'll help you. I'm not very good at it, but I know a little bit."
I could tell Auntie was a little hesitant, after all, I'm a man now.
I could see she was having a fierce internal struggle. But I said directly, "It's okay, it's just the two of us now, you
're still my Auntie, no one else will know."
Auntie thought for a moment and nodded.
We went to the bathroom, and I turned on the heater. Auntie came in then, still wearing her pajamas.
I chuckled, "How can you give me an oil massage wearing this?"
My aunt said shyly, "Turn around."
I turned around, then came back a moment later. A surge of impulse overwhelmed me; the goddess had disarmed herself completely
and was lying on the bed.
It wasn't the right time yet. I controlled my breathing and took the opportunity to pull off my shorts, beginning to massage her.
Actually, a woman's back is very sensitive; they really enjoy the feeling of being caressed.
I started with my aunt's back, slowly massaging. The lubrication of the oil, combined with the warmth of my hands,
gradually made her succumb to the sensation. Her breath became increasingly heavy, and an ambiguous atmosphere was rising.
I slowly grasped ... I took the goddess's hand.
Auntie's hands were long and slender, lacking the smoothness of a young girl's, but possessing a unique charm.
I slowly caressed her hands, moving towards her shoulders.
Instead of focusing on her vital points, I moved towards her feet, attentively massaging her from top to bottom.
Suddenly, I noticed a trickle of fluid flowing from Auntie's thigh—her arousal
fluid.
I increased the pressure, and my penis slowly hardened.
I gripped her buttocks, slowly parting her legs.
Auntie resisted slightly.
I said, "Your thighs need a massage too."
Hearing this, she fell silent.
I massaged her thighs gently, my hands lightly touching the edge of her pubic hair.
Auntie's body grew hot, and she gripped the sides of the bed; she was aroused.
Seeing this, I stopped my advances. Auntie felt uncomfortable and asked why I had stopped.
I smiled and said, "My hands are a little tired, I want to rest for a while."
My aunt replied dejectedly, "Then rest for a while, or you
can sit on the bed and rest for a bit." The bed was large enough for two people.
Hearing this, I sat on the edge of the bed, close to my aunt, asking how she was feeling while casually massaging her.
My aunt didn't speak, but simply tightened her legs, and her breathing became uneven.
I said, "Auntie, I'm tired, I want to lie down for a while, is that alright?"
Auntie said, "Okay, you can lie down."
I lay down next to her, my hands on her back.
Surprisingly, she didn't refuse, still keeping her legs tightly closed.
I smiled; it seemed she was waiting, waiting for the heat to arrive.
I continued massaging her back as I slowly climbed onto her, gently pressing down
on the goddess.
The goddess sighed and released her hands.
I grabbed her hands, brushed her hair aside with my head, rubbed my cheek against hers, and
licked her earlobe.
Auntie swayed restlessly.
I remained unhurried. After a while, the goddess on top of me began to sway restlessly.
I whispered, "Give me your mouth."
Auntie turned sharply and kissed me.
Her lips were so soft, her tongue so soft; the kiss lasted a full three minutes.
Auntie looked at me, buried her head in her hair, and fell silent again.
"Time to get down to business." I slowly brought my penis closer, to that long-awaited peach blossom cave,
which was already filled with sweet nectar. There's no need to be stingy with a ripe peach; just enjoy it to the fullest.
I thrust in all the way: "So warm, so wet..."
There was no gentle, shallow thrusting, only continuous mechanical movement.
The goddess on top of me was moaning, and I was howling. In less than five minutes, her honeyed cave was filled with white fluid.
I held her tightly, our fingers intertwined, and she was also enjoying this blissful moment.
Thirty minutes later, my fourth aunt, having finished showering, came to the sofa wearing a bathrobe and a flushed face.
Her eyes were filled with complex emotions, but I knew she had succumbed to reality; the door of
desire had already been opened.
I lifted my bathrobe, pointed to my now-erect penis, and laughed, "It still wants more."
My fourth aunt didn't reply, but grabbed my penis with her hand and began to suckle it with all her might.
Another blissful moment.
The rest of the days were happy, though there were occasional fears and worries. Being away from acquaintances
provided the best protection.
All the dreams the goddess had once held in her mind had come true.
I knew she was no longer my fourth aunt; she was my woman.

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