[Modern Emotions] My Sex Education Teacher, Aunt Wen!

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My hometown is a remote small county town. There aren't many high-rise buildings; most residents still live in old-style alleyways. When I first entered my senior year of high school, my exam results were pretty good, so my family was relatively lenient with me. However, there weren't many entertainment options back then. After school, I'd play soccer with my classmates and occasionally go to an internet cafe—that was our entire leisure time. But one day, I unexpectedly discovered something that changed all my free time.

One day after school, we discussed going to an internet cafe. One classmate said his family was strict lately and he didn't have enough money, so he needed to go to his grandfather's house to ask for some. So, we all rode our bicycles to meet him. His grandfather's house was in an alleyway in the old town. The alleyways were very narrow and messy, with doors facing all directions. Because the courtyards were small, many houses didn't get any sunlight, and clothes were hung out to dry outside. I'm sure many of you have seen this situation; it's nothing unusual. But as we rode past a house facing south, a patch of red under a tree caught my eye. Upon closer inspection, it was a red bra, the kind with a demi-cup (I only learned the term now). It was very sexy, with pretty lace trim and narrow straps. Because I was riding a bike, I couldn't see it very clearly, but I was certain that this was the only bra I had at the time; the rest of my clothes were just my usual attire. But that was enough. The weather here in September is still quite hot, but no matter how hot it is, it can't compare to the heat and inexplicable excitement in my heart.

From then on, I rarely went to internet cafes anymore. I spent almost all my free time cycling. Of course, my purpose wasn't cycling itself. I rode my bike through the streets and alleys, constantly searching for new targets: bras. Of course, I couldn't just wander around randomly. I mainly focused on around 1 p.m. because there were fewer people on the streets then; people were taking a nap. After a few days, I figured out a few places in our area where women's bras were frequently found. So, I made a bold decision: to strike. I know this is wrong, immoral, even a bit perverted, but I just can't suppress my restless heart. These past few nights, I've been going to bed very late every night, my mind filled with all sorts of beautiful lingerie. Sometimes I even have to masturbate twice before I can fall asleep (I was young back then).

In the end, I still set my sights on the place that first sparked these thoughts, because it's relatively secluded and easier to do. At 1:30, half an hour before school, a time when people are most likely to be sleepy, I arrived on time. This time, I wasn't disappointed. On the rope outside the door hung a set of light blue underwear. I parked my bike by the roadside, tiptoed to the door, pretended to tie my shoelaces, and looked around to make sure no one was watching. I quickly took the underwear down, and even after getting it, I don't know how I got to my bike. It was only a few steps. I put it in the black bag I had prepared beforehand, quickly got on my bike, and almost fell off several times because I was nervous. Finally, I found a place I thought was safe, took out the underwear, and smelled it. It smelled amazing! I didn't know if it was perfume or a woman's natural scent, but the smell stimulated my brain, making me incredibly excited. Since I was outside, I didn't dare linger and went to school. Even after arriving at school and sitting in the classroom, this feeling didn't subside. I couldn't concentrate on the lesson at all, and then a bold and irrational idea popped into my head. I secretly took my underwear out of my desk. Seeing my deskmate staring at the blackboard, I quickly stuffed the underwear into my own and put it on my engorged penis. Since it was summer, this wasn't difficult, and I spent a blissful yet unbearable afternoon with it erect.

After school, I went home and acted normally: I ate, did my homework, took a shower, and went to bed. Of course, I did all this much faster than usual. After lying down on the bed, I took out the bra and inhaled deeply, finding it incredibly comfortable. That's when I realized the bra was quite large; although it was only a half-cup, it covered half my face. After smelling it for a while, I couldn't resist any longer. I picked up the panties and started masturbating my throbbing penis. The feeling was much better than simply masturbating. I rubbed the inside of the panties, covering the vulva, against my glans. Before long, I ejaculated, shooting all over the panties. Wiping my glans with the panties afterward felt much better than using paper. But I figured I'd have to find a chance to throw the panties away. I thought to myself, "I can't ejaculate on the bras, or I'll have to throw them away too."

Once I started, I couldn't stop. Later, I gradually became bolder. After succeeding several times, I had more bras than I cherished. I tried them all, regardless of the type of underwear or stockings. After ejaculating, I'd throw them away and find new ones. However, I kept the light blue bra from my first successful attempt without ever ejaculating on it.

During the National Day holiday, I thought I'd have plenty of time, so I went out after lunch. But after wandering around for ages, I couldn't find anything. When I finally found one, the style was awful. After doing this so many times, my taste has become dull, hehehehe. I wandered around again and ended up at the same store I'd been to before. To be honest, I didn't want to come here again because I'd already succeeded several times. But I knew this store had items almost every day, and the styles were all very sexy. So, an image of a sexy and clean young woman popped into my mind. Sure enough, this time I wasn't disappointed. Not only were there items, but there were many—red, pink, and black sets of underwear hanging everywhere. I was so excited, I couldn't resist buying some. After parking my car on the side of the road, I went to the store and squatted down to tie my shoelaces. While tying them, I wondered whether to take them all or just one set. Thinking about the seven-day holiday, and the only bra I had left, I decided to take them all. Zhan got up and started picking off the clothes. Just as I touched the second item, the half-open door suddenly opened, startling me so much my head buzzed. A woman in her thirties walked out. "What are you doing?" she asked. Thankfully, it wasn't a man. I composed myself and blurted out the excuse I'd already prepared, which wasn't really an excuse: "I was just passing by, and when I stood up to tie my shoelaces, I bumped into the rope and knocked your clothes off. I picked them up and hung them back up for you." Oh... then why was only the clothes off, and the hanger is still up? "Wow, that's clever," I stammered, not knowing what to say. Just then, the young woman spoke up, "Stop making things up, stop making things up. This isn't the first time. I even brought a chair here specifically to wait for you today." I thought to myself, "I'm doomed this time. I know I shouldn't come again after so many times, but I just couldn't resist." Then the young woman said, "Come in with me. These clothes are dry, so don't hang them up anymore. Take them all down and bring them in." She turned and went inside. I was thinking, "My chance has come! I'd better slip away quickly." But then her voice came from inside the door, "Don't try to run away. I recognize you. You're from Class 8, Grade 11, right?" Oh my god, no wonder she looked familiar. I was so scared just now, but now I remember, she's Ms. Wen, my senior year English teacher, the object of every boy's lust in school. She lives here... After taking off my clothes and going inside, I found she was alone. I wasn't so nervous anymore. Oh well, might as well let it go. I took a closer look at Ms. Wen. She was wearing slippers and a short skirt, her long, fair legs completely exposed. She wore a white blouse with long sleeves, and I could clearly see her pink bra underneath. It was still the demi-cup type, and her proud breasts created a deep cleavage. "What are you looking at?" Just as I was getting lost in the "cleavage," Ms. Wen's voice came from behind me. "Hehe, teacher, are you catching a thief, or... or..." I don't know what slipped up, but I blurted out that. Sure enough, Ms. Wen came over and pinched my ear. "Still not behaving yourself?" "I'll have your parents come to school after the semester starts." "No, teacher, you can punish me however you want, just don't call my parents, and don't take it to school!" This scared me half to death. "Hehe, so you're scared now? How did you have the guts to steal my underwear?" "Hmm? You don't seem that angry, so I relaxed a bit and said, "Teacher, at the time, I just acted impulsively, it just felt really exciting." "Just exciting? Hmph, I think you're just driven by lust. But you're at that age, so I don't want to do anything to you. Just answer my questions honestly, and I won't tell anyone. When did you start this bad habit?" "Hmm... the first time was when I stole yours." "Huh? No way, I'm so unlucky, you don't only steal from me, do you?" "No, I steal from other places too, but I steal from yours the most." "Why do you always come to me?" "??" Because you sunbathe almost every day, and your bra is the prettiest." "You're quite the charmer. Do you remember how much you stole from me?" "Well... I don't remember." "??" How much did you steal? Can't you even count it all? "??" No, no, I threw it all away after using it." "Used it? You... you used it for masturbation?" "After the teacher finished speaking, she kicked me in the butt." "Hmm, but that light blue one is useless, I've kept it." "Why?" "The first one, you know." "Ugh, you kept it as a souvenir? I'm so angry! Okay, go back now. I just took the kid to his grandma's this morning, I'm a little tired. I'll bring that one back tomorrow. If you don't come, then see you at school!" A threat, a blatant threat. Seeing my somewhat indignant expression, the teacher actually teased me, "What, you're not happy? Do you know how much those underwear cost? You just ruined them all like that. Do you think you can get away with this without being punished? Tomorrow at 1 PM, come or not, it's up to you." I immediately deflated like a punctured balloon and slunk out of her house, got on my bike, and rode away.

The next day at 1 PM, I arrived at her house on time with the bra. The door wasn't locked, so I just walked in. She was home alone. I took the bra out and handed it to her. "Why is there only a bra? Where are the panties?" "I used them." "Didn't you say you didn't use them and kept them?" "Oh, maybe I didn't explain clearly yesterday. I used the panties the day I got home." "You little rascal, I'll punish you severely today. Go wash my clothes. You don't like my clothes, do you? I specially saved them for you." "No, teacher!" "Why aren't you happy?" "After school starts..."?? "No, I'll go, I'll go, okay?"?? I went to the bathroom, picked up my clothes, and was about to dump them into the washing machine when I heard the teacher say, "Stop, I'll use the washing machine, you hand wash."?? "Okay."?? As I squatted down to wash, I saw a set of underwear in the basin, pink. Wasn't that the one the teacher wore yesterday?? "What are you looking at? Hurry up and wash it, didn't you like it?"?? "Yes, I like it, teacher, can I smell it? I've never smelled an unwashed one before."?? "I think you're just driven by lust again. See how I deal with you. Go get that light blue bra you brought." "Why do I need that?"?? "I can't wear that one anyway. You can smell this one, but you have to masturbate while you smell it."?? "Ah, no way, how can I do that in broad daylight?"?? "What do you think I asked you to bring that back for?" "It's supposed to be for this purpose, and letting you smell that thing is already giving you preferential treatment, prisoner of war!" Oh no, I've fallen into a trap. That's what I thought, but I couldn't admit it out loud. "No, I didn't feel anything during the day." "Oh, you didn't feel anything? Then stand up." As soon as I stood up, the teacher was laughing so hard she couldn't straighten up. "Haha, you still didn't feel anything? Look at your crotch! It's like this as soon as you touched my unwashed thing, hahaha! Hurry up, let me see how you did this, and then this will be over." I looked down and my face flushed instantly. My little brother was already tented up. I thought, well, I've already embarrassed myself enough, so I figured it'd be over after this. Besides, masturbating in front of my beautiful teacher was kind of exciting. I grabbed a bra from the living room and let loose. I picked up her discarded underwear and inhaled it deeply. Maybe because it was washed daily, it didn't smell sweaty; instead, the woman's scent was even stronger. While inhaling, I didn't stop masturbating. The teacher watched from the side, saying, "Not bad, not bad at all. How about..." "Can you smell the teacher's fragrance? Ah...so good, faster, faster, hahahaha!" This slut was still pretending to moan. "Teacher, I didn't realize you could moan so sweetly!" I threw down my bra and pounced on the teacher. If I didn't make a move in this situation, I'd be a fool. But the teacher said, "Stop, don't move, behave yourself. I'm really horny right now. Since you're being so obedient, I can help you finish, but you can't move." Saying that, she really took my little brother and started masturbating me. "Mmm...teacher, you're so good." "Don't call me teacher anymore, call me auntie." "Mmm, Aunt Wen." "Good boy, was it good?" "Yes, ah... ah, faster!" As he spoke, semen spurted out like a horse's eye. "No way, so fast?" I blushed and said, "I'm still a virgin, how can I handle this stimulation?" "Hehe, that's true. Okay, put on your clothes and go back to your room." After returning to the room, Aunt Wen poured me a glass of water and sat down. I could tell she was also a little excited. "Aunt Wen, are you also...?" "Nonsense, my husband is always away on business trips, only a few times a year. I thought I was torturing you, but I didn't expect you to enjoy it, making me..." Before Aunt Wen could finish speaking, I pounced on her. "Aunt Wen, let me help you!" "Dream on! But don't steal anymore. If you get caught, not everyone will be as easy to talk to as I am." "Okay, I won't go anymore, but this kind of thing is just too tempting." "It's alright, I'll give you any clothes I don't like to wear anymore, unwashed ones, okay?" "Really? Aunt Wen, you're so good to me! But it would be even better if you could help me beat them too." "You're pushing your luck! But it's not impossible, just don't do it too often." "Okay, it's a deal."

She said it wouldn't be frequent, but I came every day during the holiday. I begged and pleaded with Aunt Wen to give me a handjob each time, but she wouldn't let me touch her. On the sixth day, I arrived around 11 a.m. As soon as I walked in, Aunt Wen said, "Why are you even more aggressive now? So early today?" "I told my family I was going to a classmate's house for dinner, so I came out early." "Okay then, it's no fun eating alone anyway, let's eat together." As she spoke, Aunt Wen went to the kitchen and added two more dishes, and took a few cans of beer from the refrigerator. After we finished eating, I noticed Aunt Wen was a little tipsy. Taking advantage of this, I said to her, "Aunt Wen, I want to take a shower, is that okay?" "Sure, go ahead." "I want you to help me shower." "You little rascal, fine, go back afterwards." "Okay." Aunt Wen went to the bedroom to change, putting on a white t-shirt and denim shorts. She came to the bathroom, and I quickly took off my clothes. Aunt Wen started applying shower gel to my body. Everywhere her hands touched felt amazing, especially when she washed my penis; the foam made it feel incredibly good. "Ah, Aunt Wen, this feels so good!" I said, opening my arms to hug her. "Don't move!" Aunt Wen pushed me away as usual, but this time, because she was completely wet, my hug made her wet too. Through her white t-shirt, her pink bra was more visible, and I could vaguely see her erect nipples. "Ah… Aunt Wen, your figure is just amazing!" Aunt Wen noticed something was wrong and looked down at herself. "You little rascal!" I couldn't hold back any longer. "Aunt Wen, I want you!" I said, my hands reaching straight for her breasts, grabbing them firmly. Her breasts changed shape under my kneading, and her breathing became heavier. "Ugh, no, no, you little rascal!" I ignored what she was saying, reaching under her t-shirt to unhook her bra. I pulled it up, and her bra and t-shirt were completely off. Aunt Wen's breasts were finally revealed to me. Although she was 30, her breasts were not sagging at all. The pink nipples and areolas were just the right size—absolutely gorgeous. I immediately sucked on her left nipple, and with my right hand, I grabbed her right breast. Aunt Wen cried out, "Ah...no, I can't take it! I'm your teacher, your aunt, this is incest!" "It's okay, teacher and aunt, we're not related by blood, it's not incest." "Really not?" "Yes, it's not." Aunt Wen seemed to have found a reason, an explanation, and no longer held back, she completely let go. "Oh...a little lighter, ah, ah...yes, like that." Aunt Wen seemed to be standing on a podium again, seriously educating her student. "Wait a minute," Aunt Wen said, pushing me away and starting to suck on my breasts. "Ah...ah..." I realized for the first time that kissing a man's private parts could be very pleasurable. Aunt Wen kissed, sucked, licked, and occasionally gently bit, drawing circles with her tongue. "Did you get it?" Aunt Wen looked up at me. I nodded and began kissing her breasts. "Oh, yes, that's it, ah... ah... you're doing well." While kissing her breasts, I started to take off her shorts, pulling them all off at once, including her underwear. Aunt Wen's naked body was finally revealed before my eyes. Aunt Wen said, "Wait, dry yourself off, let's go inside. I didn't want you to be in bed the first time." How considerate! As I spoke, I picked up a towel and helped Aunt Wen dry herself off, quickly wiping myself as well. After drying off, Aunt Wen and I went to her bedroom. I pushed her onto the bed, grabbed my already swollen and red penis, and went straight for Aunt Wen's genitals. Since it was my first time, I couldn't get it in properly after a few tries. Just as I was getting impatient, Aunt Wen said, "You're really in a hurry." Saying that, she picked up my little brother and aimed it at her vagina. I thrust my hips and it went in all the way. "Ah..." We both groaned at the same time. "Ah...it's so big, hurry, Auntie can't wait." Even without her saying anything, I couldn't just sit still. I started thrusting vigorously. "Ah...it's great, so fulfilling. Your big cock, it feels so good inside Aunt Wen...ah..." "Is it big? How does it compare to your husband's?" "Bigger than his, and harder too. Being young is great, ah...faster, faster, Aunt Wen can't take it anymore." "Aunt Wen, you're really slutty. You know, at school, you seem so dignified, but you're practically the object of every boy's lust." "Oh, is that so? Of course I have to be dignified at school. I, I know you guys often peek at me, look at my big, big breasts. You, you know, when you look at me like that, it makes my lower body so itchy, ah...ah..." "So how do you usually take care of yourself at home?" "I can only, I can only solve it myself, oh..." "Ah...then you should solve it yourself for me later." "Hmm...no, I don't need to, I don't need to solve it myself." "No, I want to see, are you going to do it or not?" "Ah...yes, yes, whatever you say." After all, it was my first time, and with Aunt Wen's moans, I felt I was about to ejaculate. Aunt Wen also sensed my abnormality and said, "Don't ejaculate inside." "Then where should I ejaculate?" "Ah...anything is fine, oh...hurry up." I immediately pulled out my penis, and before I could do it myself, Aunt Wen immediately picked up my penis with her hand and quickly started stroking it. "Ah..." My glans itched, and spurts of semen shot all over Aunt Wen's big breasts. Aunt Wen touched her body with her hand, then licked the semen off her hand with her tongue, and then smeared it all on her face, saying, "Don't waste it."

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