Aunt and Boss

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This is my true story. I've never written anything about it before; the following is purely my personal recollection and may be a bit fragmented. It happened around 2013. I went to work for my uncle, who ran a business (collecting materials) in our hometown. My aunt sold materials in another city, C (which I'll call C City for short). Shortly after the Spring Festival in 2013, my aunt was very busy, so she asked me to go with her to C City to help her. My aunt was of average appearance, quite tall (around 168 cm, I've not verified), and had a great figure with slender legs. In particular, she had very large breasts. I don't know how to distinguish between different bra sizes; I only know they were very large!

I've been working in City C for 3-4 months now. At first, I only noticed my aunt, then it gradually turned into fantasies, and then I tried everything to get her. My desire grew stronger, but I never knew how to make a move. Back then, I loved going to internet cafes. As soon as I got off work, I'd shower and rush there, not returning until 11 or 12 at night (I lived with my aunt in a two-bedroom apartment). One day, I stayed out too long and didn't get home until about 1 a.m. I remember it very clearly. It was raining that day, not heavily. The internet cafe was at the entrance of the complex, and I ran straight home. As I went upstairs, I was wondering if my aunt would scold me when she got back. I figured she was asleep, so I quietly inserted the key and slowly opened the door. The door still made a slight creaking sound when I opened it. I looked over and saw my aunt… Because of the crack under the door, I saw the room light was on but suddenly turned off. Since the living room was dark, it was very noticeable. I closed the door and slowly returned to my room. Then, for some reason, my mind kept replaying that light. All sorts of thoughts raced through my head. Later, I slowly pressed my ear against the wall (my aunt and I share a single wall) and listened intently. I listened for a long time without any sound, and the patter of rain on the awning made it even harder to hear clearly. Just as I was about to give up, I suddenly heard the bed hit the wall. To be honest, I felt very conflicted at that moment. My heart was racing, incredibly fast. I felt extremely aroused, almost suffocating. I held back for a while, listening carefully, but I was disappointed. There was no moaning or groaning as I had expected. I only heard... Hearing the bed slamming against the wall, I quietly went to the living room and crouched down near the crack in my aunt's bedroom door. I couldn't see or hear clearly. This went on for about ten minutes until suddenly the sound stopped, followed by the sound of slippers dragging on the floor. I quickly and quietly ran back to my room. Nothing else happened after that. I stayed in my room, opening the bedroom door, thinking that I would eventually come out. I thought I would wait until the next day. The night was hard to endure, but I persevered, hoping to see something the next day. It would be easy to stay up all night in an internet cafe, but just waiting there made time feel incredibly slow. Around dawn, I fell asleep in bed. In my hazy state, I heard my aunt's bedroom door open and heard a man's voice. I don't know... Was it real or a dream? I groggily opened my eyes and saw the man. My aunt hurriedly came over and closed my bedroom door. Then I heard the sound of the living room door opening and closing, and then I knew nothing more. When I woke up again, it was already noon. I really regretted not staying up until dawn. I thought about it carefully for a long time and realized it wasn't a dream; it felt too real. Moreover, I recognized the man; he was surnamed Ma, who sold materials in the same place as my aunt. When I went to work at noon, my aunt surprisingly didn't scold me. Usually, if I went to work at 8 a.m., she would scold me a lot, saying things like I shouldn't be online until the middle of the night. That day, I didn't go until almost lunchtime, but she didn't say anything. This made me very puzzled and even more suspicious that maybe she was afraid I would see it in the morning? I was resting there in the afternoon when I had nothing to do. My aunt asked me what time I came back yesterday and why I hadn't closed the door when I went to sleep. I didn't say what time it was, and just said that I was sleepy when I got back yesterday and went straight to sleep, so I forgot to close the door. Since that day, I've been paying close attention to her movements. I stopped going to internet cafes, but I couldn't find anything wrong with her. She loved playing cards and often came back after 10 pm, and a few times she came back at 1 or 2 am. But I couldn't figure anything out, and it continued like this. Later, I met a young woman, and time passed quickly. Before I knew it

, it was the New Year. I went home for the New Year peacefully, and everything was uneventful. A few days after the New Year, my aunt went to City C. I didn't go because I disliked her personality. She was arrogant and spoke harshly, so I didn't plan to continue working for her. About half a year later, my uncle said that I still needed to come and help. He said that her workplace had changed and she was too busy. After much persuasion, I went again. That was in 2014, and I came to City C again!

My workplace changed, and so did my apartment—still a two-bedroom. Seeing my aunt again felt nice, but after a short while, I started to dislike her personality again. Dislike was dislike, but I still wanted to sleep with her. The bathroom in our two-bedroom apartment was right outside the doors of both bedrooms, which were separated by a wall. Often, when my aunt went out to play cards, I would sneak into her room and smell her underwear. It didn't smell particularly pleasant like in novels or movies; it was very ordinary, with no smell at all. I'd also see her masturbating with her bra, etc. I was at the age when my libido was at its peak, and the frequent casual sex I'd had in the previous six months had left me feeling incredibly averse to sex for two months. I couldn't hold back any longer, so I bought some aphrodisiacs from the person I usually buy medicine from. I was determined to sleep with my aunt. After a few days, the package finally arrived, and I started planning how to use it. I observed her for about a week and noticed she went for a run every night. Before leaving, she would pour herself a glass of water, which she would drink in one gulp when she came back. I thought this was a great opportunity. First, she usually came back late at night from her run, so she wouldn't be taking the drug and might go out, etc. After deciding, I started choosing a date. I planned every step very carefully, and finally decided on Friday night because I didn't have to work on Saturday. That day, after work, I rushed home... After that, I waited anxiously for time to pass. During the meal, I chatted with my aunt intermittently. Finally, we finished eating. I went to wash the dishes, but before I finished, I heard my aunt open the door and leave. I went upstairs and watched her leave the complex. I took the medicine I bought to the living room. When it came time to pour the medicine in, I hesitated, worried about the consequences, afraid of what might happen later. Many thoughts raced through my mind, all concerned about the negative consequences. Finally, I gritted my teeth and poured it in. Normally, one bottle of medicine is used in two doses, but I was worried it wouldn't be effective enough, so I asked the pharmacist if I could use one bottle. He said that using too much water would reduce its effectiveness, so I didn't hesitate and used the whole bottle. Okay, so I started waiting anxiously. Time seemed to drag on forever. Finally, my aunt came back, and I quickly went back to my room and pretended to be asleep. A little while after she came back, I heard her put down her water glass, which meant she had drunk it. Then, seeing that I was asleep (the door wasn't closed), she went to take a shower. I heard her showering, so I sneaked out and checked the bathroom. After confirming that I had drunk it, I stood outside my room looking at the glass door of the bathroom. It was frosted glass, so I couldn't see anyone, just a blurry silhouette. The silhouette was so blurry, just a dark shape. I was so excited, thinking about what to do if it didn't work. I asked the seller how long it would take for the drug to work, and he said 20 minutes. I went back to bed and waited a while. My aunt finished showering, and then I pretended to have just woken up and went to the bathroom. I saw her clothes and underwear, and they smelled of sweat, not body odor. Novels and movies are all lies. I went back to the room and checked the time; half an hour had passed, and there was still no reaction. I asked the seller, but he didn't answer. I felt cheated. I smoked and waited, but that wasn't going to work. So I leaned against the wall and listened for any movement, but still no reaction. I wondered if the drug wasn't that effective. Thinking about it, it made sense; there's no such thing as an aphrodisiac that makes you so eager to be with a man after taking it, like in the movies. I was thinking about getting into bed, even raping men, or trying to seduce them and see their reactions. So I turned on a pornographic video on my phone with the volume on, then stuck it against the wall. If the volume was too low, I turned it up a bit. After a while, I heard the sound of slippers mopping the floor, so I quickly turned off the phone and lay down on the bed. My penis was hard because of the porn. My aunt came into my room and was video chatting with my cousin and younger cousin (who lives with my uncle in our hometown). She told me to chat with them for a bit. I didn't know how I felt. I chatted briefly, then my cousin continued chatting with my aunt. My aunt sat on the edge of my bed with her phone... While we were chatting, I wondered if the drug was already working, and I just needed an excuse. I slowly pulled back the blanket covering me a little, pretending to be playing on my phone. Because of the stimulation, my penis remained hard, not soft. I stopped when I pulled back the blanket (I was wearing underwear, so I pulled back the blanket slowly and didn't realize I was exposed). Seeing no reaction, and that she was still chatting, just sending voice messages instead of video, I slowly moved closer. Because I was lying flat, my penis couldn't touch her at all, but if she glanced at me, she would definitely see my rock-hard penis, which was pointing towards her navel. It wasn't very high, but I could clearly see the tightness protruding from it. Regarding the length and girth, I could clearly feel my aunt move slightly when I touched her. She tried to remain calm, and I pretended to continue playing on my phone. I was certain she had seen my penis. She continued sitting on the edge of the bed playing on her phone, but even though there hadn't been any messages for a while, her hand kept swiping. I felt like we were both at our climax, just one step away. This kind of thing is scary; I needed to think of a way to make it look good if I failed. After thinking for a long time, I finally spoke. I don't know what I was thinking, but I said, "Auntie, is the shower gel or soap you use? It smells so good." Her face turned very red. Maybe she didn't realize that such a strong woman of her age could be shy? Or was it because of the medication? She replied, "Shower gel." I continued, "I used it too, and I don't smell bad. Smell me." Then I half-sat up and stretched my arm close to her face. She turned to look at me, and I looked at her too. I remembered a saying, "The eyes are the windows to the soul," and we stared at each other for about ten seconds. At roughly the same time, she leaned towards me, and I pulled her face to face. Then we started kissing passionately. I kept thinking that I couldn't rush things; I had to get her satisfied. I used French kissing, sucking on her tongue, kissing her neck, kissing her ears—using everything I could remember from movies and from my own experience. Slowly, I used one hand to massage her large breasts. Her breasts were incredibly large and soft. She wasn't wearing a bra, and I couldn't even wrap my hand around half of them. I held her waist tightly with my other hand, stroking her. We were both breathing heavily. I gently pushed my aunt down, and I knelt on top of her, kissing her neck as I slowly unbuttoned her nightgown. After unbuttoning a few buttons, her breasts were revealed. They were incredibly large and very white. I could vaguely see the veins on her breasts. Her areolas were brown, and despite having had two children, her nipples weren't large; they were also brown. I couldn't resist any longer. Without any teasing, I immediately sucked on her nipple and began to eat desperately, while simultaneously kneading her other large breast with my other hand. After rubbing for a while, my hand slowly moved down to her pubic hair. I gently ran my finger down and found it was very wet. I continued to nurse while gently stroking my aunt's genitals. Her breathing became heavier, but she didn't speak or moan, just kept breathing heavily. I slowly slid my middle finger into her vagina, then slowly thrust in and out, teasing her. My aunt started holding my head with both hands, breathing heavily as if she couldn't breathe. Every now and then she would let out a soft moan. I slowly increased the speed of my finger, and my aunt held my head even tighter. I thought it was about time, so I took off her underwear with one hand, knelt down on top of her, and... I continued, using all sorts of techniques—nine shallow thrusts followed by one deep one, sometimes fast, sometimes slow—I was not only excited, but my heart felt like it was going to jump out of my chest. My aunt started moaning softly, her legs clamping me tighter and tighter, I felt she was about to climax, so I started speeding up, and then said some sweet nothings, like "Auntie, I like you so much, I love you so much," etc., without using any profanity. My aunt became tighter and tighter, and I was almost unable to hold back either. Finally, my aunt's moans turned into cries, which I hate most about sex; I can't help myself when I hear it. In the end, my aunt climaxed, and I ejaculated inside her. After it was over, I lay on top of my aunt, kneading her big breasts, neither of us saying a word.

[The End]

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