[Married Woman Incest] The Real Spring: My 13 Years with My Aunt

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It was the last six months of my junior year. Right after the New Year, I moved into my aunt's house in town.

The reason was simple: my aunt was a teacher at the school, and her house was only two streets away. Moving in with her would help me with my final six months of studying—at least that's what everyone thought at the time.

From a young age, I was a model student who consistently received awards, and I never embarrassed my family or aunt at school. Teachers always praised me, and my aunt naturally enjoyed that, so she was always very kind to me.

During my junior high years, my uncle started working on construction projects in other cities, often away for a month or more. It was just my aunt and my younger cousin at home. Such a large yard was lonely without anyone there. So, when my mother suggested I stay at school to prepare for my studies and asked my aunt to take care of and supervise me, my aunt immediately agreed to move in with her. Everyone knew it was the best solution, so it was done.

Because I got along very well with my younger cousin, and her house only had two bedrooms in the main house, I naturally moved into his room. There was a big bed, and we could play together, sleep together, and even do somersaults together whenever we wanted.

The days right after the Spring Festival were like winter. Since I had evening self-study sessions, my aunt would usually put my younger cousin to sleep by the time I got back. She would wait for me, give me a few instructions, and then go back to her bedroom to sleep. Her bed was already warm, and I took advantage of the time she was warming the bed for my cousin to wash my feet and then comfortably go to sleep.

My spring slowly began from there.

By the way, I was 19 years old that year, and my aunt was 39.

Days passed slowly, and my studies became increasingly demanding. Sometimes after evening self-study, many classmates would stay together to do exercises and discuss the day's key points, which meant I would get home later. Sometimes, my aunt would wait a long time and fall asleep next to my little cousin. When I got back, she would move around a bit in her own room, too lazy to go back to her own, and fall asleep again. Naturally, I would carefully crawl in to sleep as well. Of course, if my uncle was home occasionally, she definitely wouldn't stay in our bed. But there were exceptions, like when they were arguing.

When she stayed, she and my little cousin would usually sleep at one end, and I would sleep at the other. At first, she let my little cousin sleep in the middle, but later she found that both my little cousin and I liked to tuck in our blankets, so she chose to sleep in the middle so that we could both have some blankets, with more for my little cousin, of course. For the first few days, everything was peaceful, except that I felt I couldn't move around freely while sleeping; everything unfolded exactly as usual. Our bodies would sometimes accidentally touch each other, but as long as we weren't asleep, we'd immediately separate and go to sleep, maintaining a very comfortable distance.

Gradually, I got used to this way of sleeping, and I naturally slept better at night. Sometimes when I woke up, I'd find our legs pressed together, and a few times even pressed against each other. At first, I was naturally embarrassed, but after waking up, I'd naturally separate, and there was nothing to say. Anyway, she always slept in her long underwear, so I didn't feel anything at the time. Looking back now, it was definitely an unforgivable mistake.

More than half a month passed peacefully amidst these small interactions.

One night, I came home very late. When I entered the inner room, I found my aunt and younger cousin already fast asleep. I washed my feet in the outer room and quietly slipped into bed. Because I hadn't finished my homework today, which was too difficult, I felt a headache coming on and couldn't fall asleep, tossing and turning. Then, my hand accidentally brushed against my aunt's leg again. I suddenly realized something was different; my hand wasn't touching her long underwear as before, but directly her flesh—or rather, her skin. A sudden surge of excitement coursed through me. I deliberately touched her again, and seeing that her breathing was still steady as she slept, I tried gently touching her with my palm. She stirred slightly and then fell asleep again. I didn't continue, and eventually drifted off to sleep, lost in thought. The question that kept nagging at me was: why were her legs naked? Wasn't she cold when she got up at night? Later I learned that she had switched to pajamas, the kind that's like a coat, so naturally she wasn't wearing long underwear anymore.

From that day on, whenever I looked at my aunt, I felt a strange, inexplicable feeling stirring within me. I couldn't quite put my finger on it then, but it wasn't anything serious; it was just that feeling of being slightly attracted. During the day, when we met at home and school, I started consciously trying to see what her legs looked like. At night, if I had the chance in bed, I started boldly pretending to be asleep, staying close to her. If she woke up, she would move away; if she didn't, it was just as I wanted. Besides, I didn't make any excessive movements, just rubbing her calves a little.

Here, I need to introduce my aunt's situation at that time. She had just turned 39 and had gained quite a bit of weight, but because she had always worked as a teacher, she looked much more elegant and younger than other women her age in town. Most importantly, her skin was exceptionally good for a woman, and her style was more professional; in short, she wasn't exceptionally beautiful, but she had a lot of charm and sophistication.

Things finally took a step forward unexpectedly.

One night, in the middle of the night, I felt her get out of bed to urinate in the outer room. Her outer room was large, and the chamber pot we used at night was placed outside the bedroom door. Suddenly, I felt an urge to peek. I deliberately turned my face away, squinting, and secretly watched her run back from outside, pulling up her pants. I felt a slight jolt in my groin, which startled me so much that I immediately closed my eyes and stopped watching.

After she fell asleep for a while, I got up to pee. As I quickly crawled inside, she asked me, "Are you cold?"

I shrank back and said, "Auntie, no, I'm not cold."

Then she touched my feet and said, "You're so cold."

Then she asked me, "You didn't seem to sleep well today. Are you stressed about your studies?"

After I told her a few words about my studies,

she asked again, "Did I wake you up when I got up? Is that why you couldn't fall back asleep?"

I immediately said, "No, I just woke up and needed to pee."

She smiled, released my feet, and didn't say anything more.

A while later, just as I was about to doze off, her hand suddenly moved to my foot again. My heart skipped a beat, but I didn't move, continuing to pretend to be asleep. Then, just like before, seeing I was asleep, she gently slid her hand down my leg. A surge of excitement welled up inside me. Sure enough, she lightly touched my thigh a few times, paused, and gently pressed her hand against my underwear. Feeling the elasticity of my groin, she immediately withdrew. We both slept soundly that night, only knowing that when I woke up, our legs were indeed pressed together, flesh against flesh.

From the second night onward, our little actions became more frequent. We both tacitly pretended to be asleep, and when we were close together, we didn't separate, but we didn't do anything too inappropriate. At most, we would tease each other lightly when we weren't clothed, but when we were clothed, we never went any further. To be honest, back then I knew nothing about women's bodies. Later I realized that my aunt was just playing around with me like a little boy, and had no intention of going any further. At most, she would rub my underwear a few times and then stop. To be honest, this really made me uncomfortable for several days. I knew it would be uncomfortable, but deep down I still wanted her to touch me a few more times. At that point, I could even boldly touch her from her calves to her thighs, but as soon as I went any further, her hand would slap me down.

Things had unexpectedly moved forward again.

It was the middle of the night again. I came back from urinating in the outer room and lay down. My aunt's hand slid over again, and I hugged her leg. Her hand squeezed my underwear a few times through the fabric, then, instead of pulling away, it slipped inside and grasped my penis. It was the first time her hand had directly touched my genitals, and I froze. Her hand began to gently stroke me, her leg pressing against my chest, making my heart pound faster. My penis grew harder and harder; I felt like I was about to explode. Just before my climax, she suddenly released me, leaving me there. I was frustrated, angry, and helpless. I even considered forcing myself on her, but reason and fear prevailed. I slept fitfully through another night. That night, I had a wet dream, which was embarrassing, but I made a decision: I would never let her touch me again. I didn't want to suffer anymore.

For several days afterward, I barely spoke to her, especially at night. I stopped sleeping next to her and avoided any physical contact. If we did, I would immediately move far away to the edge of the bed and never touch her again. She realized I was angry. During the day, she would try to talk to me, but I would ignore her—in today's terms, I was very rebellious. This cold war lasted for about a week.

Even when my mother came to visit, she asked if I was uncomfortable at my aunt's house, if something was bothering me. I told her that I was under too much pressure from my studies. My mother even pulled my aunt aside and told her to talk to me and help me not to put too much pressure on myself while still doing well in my studies. Parents always worry about their children, and my aunt just smiled and agreed.

Then, my aunt noticeably started showing more concern for my life and studies, initiating conversations with me about many topics. However, I always seemed listless, and she scolded me a few times in frustration. But I just listened and did what I was supposed to do. Sometimes at night, she would try to be friendly, but I completely ignored her. Even worse, I would immediately go to pee whenever she moved, and she couldn't do anything about it. Our relationship continued to grow cold.

My mental state also started to deteriorate; I became listless and lethargic. Anyway, I wasn't afraid of studying, but I just wanted to rest and not have her interfere so much.

It must have been close to April when I got into a conflict with a classmate at school. It wasn't a big deal, but the teacher thought that a good student like me, who never caused trouble, was in trouble, and immediately notified my aunt. At school, in front of the teacher, my aunt scolded me. I lowered my head, said nothing, and went back to class.

After evening self-study, when I got home, she was already asleep with my younger cousin. She greeted me, but I ignored her and went to sleep. A moment later, her hand touched me again, very gently. I immediately got up to go to the outer room to pee, but to my surprise, she got up and followed me out.

I had just finished peeing when she was behind me. As I turned to go back inside, she grabbed me from behind. I froze. She held me tightly, without moving. I could feel her breath and the softness of her breasts. Helplessly, I whispered, "Auntie." She hugged me even tighter, pressing her face against my back. Her right hand slid down my waist and gripped me tightly.

I trembled. She started moving back and forth, and I could feel her body heating up, her breathing becoming heavier. I tried to turn away, but she wouldn't let me. Her movements became faster and faster. This was indeed my first time masturbating, and such a stimulating first time. I quickly lost control and ejaculated profusely.

She waited until I finished ejaculating, then released me and, head bowed, used the hem of her nightgown to wipe my lower body clean. I could only see her long, flowing hair. I lifted her face with my hand, admiring my adorable yet exasperating aunt up close. The light in the outer room wasn't on, but I could feel her face was flushed, a deep red I rarely saw, a beautiful red that I found attractive. I realized my aunt's expression at that moment was incredibly alluring.

I gentlemanly embraced her, carefully observing her expression. She whispered uncomfortably, "You're not angry anymore, are you?" I didn't speak, but gently called her "Auntie" and nodded. I lowered my head and tried to kiss her face, her eyes, her lips. She returned my kisses, followed by the legendary wet kiss. We pressed together, and she felt my erection again. She pushed me away, saying, "Auntie is doing this for your own good. You can't keep coming like this. Go back to sleep." I obediently went back.

That night, I slept soundly. She didn't come back; she went to her own room. That night, she suffered from insomnia.

The next day, I noticed her eyes were a little red and she seemed unwell during breakfast.

When she saw me looking at her, her face flushed again, though not as alluringly red as the night before, but still noticeable. She avoided my gaze shyly, only saying, "Little cousin, eat well."

This time, I naturally wouldn't act like Erluozi anymore. Although I couldn't show off in front of my little cousin, I consciously finished my meal quickly, greeted her politely, and ran off to school.

That day, I felt unusually energetic and not tired at all. At school, I didn't chat idly. My friends whispered to me, "Go home and get some money, huh?" I smiled, said nothing, and went to play with them.

I ate lunch and dinner at school, spending the rest of the time in the classroom doing homework. I didn't see my aunt at all that day.

When I got home that night, my aunt didn't sleep in our room, and I didn't disturb her. I just washed up and went to bed. I could sense her inner conflict. Thinking about it, it made sense; her actions last night were quite bold. She actually hugged, caressed, and kissed me, her nephew, doing things that are usually reserved for married couples. And then she even used her hand to make me ejaculate. Even I know that's immoral. For the next few days, we didn't speak directly to each other, but she knew from my teachers and my usual behavior that I had made progress. I could feel that the way she looked at me was slowly changing, and naturally, an inexplicable anticipation rose in my heart.

It was another evening study session, and it started to rain. It was cool, and the rain got heavier and heavier.

That night, my aunt was on duty at school. I knew she didn't have an umbrella, so I thought I should do something to make a good impression. As soon as the bell rang, I borrowed two umbrellas from a student living on campus and ran to her office to pick her up. At that moment, I thought I would give her one and keep one for myself; I didn't want to make it too obvious.

She and Teacher Wang were still writing something in her office. I called her from the doorway, and when she saw me, I could feel her face flush slightly, but she quickly composed herself and let me in. Seeing me with an umbrella, Teacher Wang smiled and said, "Your aunt and I were just saying how we're going to get home in this heavy rain without umbrellas."

I said, "Auntie, I haven't finished my homework yet. I still need to do some with a few classmates. I brought you two umbrellas; you can go home first."

Teacher Wang readily agreed, saying, "Thank you, Xiaofeng. I really need to thank

you today." My aunt then said, "Okay, even if it stops raining, go home early and be careful."

I said, "Okay," and went back to the classroom to continue my homework. I

finished most of the homework quickly, and my classmates were all going back to their dorms to sleep. My close friends pulled me to join them in their dorms, but I said, "No, I'll do a little more homework. I'll go home to sleep when it stops raining." I don't like sleeping in the dorms; they're too messy, haha. Besides, I want to sleep at home, because even if nothing happens, at least I can have a good dream.

Who knew the rain would get even heavier? Just as I was wondering what to do, the classroom door opened, and my aunt walked in. "

Aren't you going home yet?"

I asked her. "Auntie, didn't you go home?"

She smiled and said, "I went out with Xiao Wang earlier and forgot my handbag. I came back to look for it, and seeing how big it was, I just randomly asked you to come with me."

Looking at her, I naturally couldn't refuse. We walked out of the teaching building, and she handed me the umbrella, saying, "You hold it." I took it and we walked out of the campus under the dim streetlights.

The road was quiet, and we walked slowly in the darkness.

I felt the umbrella was a bit small, so I put it in my left hand and put my right arm around her waist, pulling her closer to me.

I said, "Auntie, come closer, don't get wet."

My aunt's body was a little stiff, and she said softly, "Take your hand back."

I pulled my arm back, but she didn't move any further, continuing to walk close to me.

We walked in silence, a warm feeling all the way.

The rain suddenly intensified. When we turned into the alley where my aunt lived, because of the darkness and slippery road, she accidentally missed a step and lurched forward. I immediately reached out to pull her back, and the umbrella tilted.

It was a little mishap, but our clothes were almost completely soaked.

Now I really felt cold. I held an umbrella in one hand and wrapped the other arm around her waist, not letting go. She didn't resist, and we felt each other's warmth. Soon we arrived at her front door. She opened the door, and I stayed close to her, holding the umbrella.

The door opened, we went inside, and closed it.

In the doorway, I put down the umbrella. I hugged her tightly from behind, and she didn't move, remaining still for a few minutes. She said, "Let's go inside quickly; your clothes are wet, you need to change, or you'll catch a cold."

I didn't move, continuing to hug her, feeling her body, burying my head in her soaked hair and kissing it.

My body couldn't help but move closer to my aunt. She was wearing her work skirt suit, which was also almost completely soaked, clinging to her body. I felt comfortable hugging her from behind, but at that moment I wanted even more to be close to her skin, because I knew that would feel even better.

I whispered, "Auntie, I want to relive that night again, is that alright?" My aunt's body trembled slightly, and after a few seconds, she said, "Okay." I tentatively slipped my left hand under her clothes and placed it on her lower abdomen. It was so soft; the plumpness felt wonderful. I stroked it for a while, and seeing that my aunt didn't object, I moved my hand further down her abdomen. There was even more flesh there, and her clothes weren't very wet. I immediately felt a warm sensation.

As I was touching her, my aunt pressed my hand down, saying, "Just leave it there, don't move." I obediently stopped moving, but I pressed my body closer, my chest against her back, one hand lifting the back of her skirt, my already erect penis pressing against my aunt's buttocks. Her buttocks were so full; I shifted my body, trying to push my penis as far as possible into her butt crack, because that was where I felt the most pleasure.

I felt my aunt's body trembling. I asked, "Auntie, are you cold?"

"A little. Just hold me tight and don't move, Xiaofeng." At that moment, I felt very uncomfortable down there. I reached under her skirt to pull down her panties. She seemed to groan, and she grabbed my hand, stopping me from moving, but didn't say anything. I held my aunt tightly, my penis pressed against her, enjoying it. She gradually stopped trembling, and her body softened from its previous stiffness, letting me hold her tightly.

After being rejected twice, I became a little anxious. I whispered in her ear, "Auntie, I feel so uncomfortable. You promised me like that night."

Suddenly, she chuckled. "You little rascal, you had ulterior motives for bringing me the umbrella tonight, didn't you?" Her buttocks sank, and our bodies separated.

I became a little anxious again, and I turned her body back around. "Auntie, you're ignoring me again."

At that moment, I was very close to her, face to face, pressed against her.

She resisted, muttering under her breath, "You little rascal, you're no good, I'm ignoring you."

I held her tightly, feeling the warmth and wetness of our bodies, refusing to let go.

She shifted a few times, then wrapped her arms around me tightly, no longer resisting. Her chest pressed against mine. Sensing her movements, I grew bolder, my hands sliding down her back, under her skirt, grasping her buttocks. We began to rub against each other, her hands moving over my body. I looked down at her; she seemed unable to meet my gaze, her eyes avoiding mine, looking elsewhere. Just then, her hand lightly touched my erect penis. She asked me with concern, "Is it very uncomfortable?" I seemed to cry out from the bottom of my heart, "Yes!" My aunt said mischievously, "Poor thing." I hurriedly said, "Auntie, do I want it like last time?" My aunt looked at me, let out a long sigh, and said, "I knew you were a little rascal."

Then her hand slid down and pressed against my penis. She fiddled with it a few times, feeling my discomfort, then slipped her hand inside my underwear and placed it on my penis. She seemed surprised by its heat, and pulled her hand back slightly, but immediately grabbed it. She gently began to stroke it, instantly giving me a feeling of soaring to the heavens. I couldn't help but hug her tighter, cupping her buttocks with both hands and trying to kiss her. She had just said, "Don't touch me like that," when her lips were sealed by mine.

Because we were pressed together face to face, and my aunt's left hand was masturbating me, when I kissed her, my hand almost grabbed her buttocks and lifted her up. She stood on my feet, practically lying on top of me. I pulled her close, and at that moment, her breasts touched my chest. I almost suffocated; a very sensitive softness quickly spread from my chest throughout my body. I simply pulled her down onto me, pressing her chest tightly against mine.

I was kissing my aunt above, her breasts pressed against me in the middle, the feeling so clear I could feel her nipples pressing against me, and her small hand stroking me below. This three-pronged stimulation made me almost unable to hold back. Soon, I reached my climax. My aunt knew I was about to ejaculate, and she struggled to get off me, grabbing her skirt and placing it on my lower body, her hand still stroking me. I felt a numbness in my lower body, and then a lot of things gushed out.

When I recovered from the intense stimulation of ejaculation, I saw my aunt looking at me with those loving eyes again, but it seemed different than before. There was a slight change in that love, but I couldn't quite put my finger on it. Looking closer, I saw thick semen on her skirt, emitting a strong smell, and a lot on her hands as well.

Seeing me looking, she laughed and said, "Now look what you've done, you've made my skirt like this again..." I said apologetically, "Auntie, I'm sorry, let me wash it for you." "Who said you had to wash it? Go back to sleep. You've changed your clothes, I'll wash them for you in a bit." Looking at the way my aunt spoke, I felt it was the way she spoke to her lover, a kind of seductive charm.

I went inside; my little cousin was already fast asleep. I changed my clothes and took them to my aunt. She had already changed too. Seeing me, she said, "Put them down, go back to sleep, you have school tomorrow." I wanted to linger with her a little longer, but she scolded me in a low voice, "Go back to sleep, you're freezing! If you don't leave, I'll never talk to you again."

At that moment, I truly felt the tenderness and love in her voice.

I said, "Auntie, don't stay up too late, thank you."

She playfully punched me, "Thank you? Humph, is that how you thank me?" Then she laughed to herself.

I laughed too, but she ignored me, so I went back to sleep.

I had another good night's sleep, because I could feel that our relationship had indeed grown closer that night.

Naturally, a good night's sleep follows good things.

I can't remember the details of the dream now, but it seemed to include my aunt and me, many other people, even some of my female classmates, and that teacher, Ms. Wang—a jumbled mess. We were all going to school together, playing games together, taking a bath together. Oh, and there was a bath too! Everywhere were white figures, and my aunt's figure was closest to me, the one I saw most clearly. Anyway, it was all very happy and absurd things; things I'd never even imagined before, I dreamt about. Then suddenly it started raining, the water became very cold, and my aunt and I got soaked. And then… But when I woke up, I realized that the good thing had turned into a bad thing. I

caught a cold.

Because I'd been caught in the rain the night before and hadn't changed my wet clothes in time, and for reasons everyone knows, my head was throbbing and I had a high fever.

When my little cousin woke me up, he noticed how unwell I was and immediately told my aunt.

My aunt gave me a thermometer, and after taking my temperature, she was terrified—over 39 degrees Celsius. She frantically prepared breakfast for my little cousin and sent him off to school, while simultaneously washing and changing the wet towels she used to cool my head. Seeing that it wasn't helping, she told me not to move. After dropping my cousin and me off at school, she changed her schedule and went to buy medicine so she could ask for leave for me. I forced myself to say, "It's okay, it's alright." But she still rushed off. A while later, my head ached even more, and I felt like I couldn't bear it anymore. In my hazy state, I felt her and a doctor from the clinic come in, give me an injection, and hear her anxiously asking the doctor about my condition. After that, I fell asleep again… When I woke up again, it was already night.

Opening my eyes, I felt my fever had subsided, and I had some strength in my limbs, but my stomach was growling incessantly. I knew I'd been woken up by hunger. I got up to see if I could find something to eat.

I turned my head and froze.

I found my aunt asleep by my bedside.

Suddenly, I had a strange feeling, and I unconsciously reached out to stroke her loose hair. As soon as I moved, she woke up.

She immediately sat up, touching my forehead and asking, "Xiaofeng, you're awake?"

I smiled sheepishly. "Auntie, what time is it? Why aren't you back to sleep?"

She didn't answer, but touched her own forehead, saying, "Are you hungry? Auntie will get you something to eat."

A little while after she left, I checked my watch; it was 10 pm. I couldn't help but smile wryly; my illness was quite severe.

After she heated up the food and brought it to me, she urged me to eat quickly. I didn't stand on ceremony; my stomach was indeed empty. As I ate, I asked, "Where's my cousin?"

My aunt sat down by the bed: "He's sleeping in my room. You're not feeling well, and I was afraid he might bother you or infect you, so I let him sleep in my room. You should get some rest tonight."

I devoured all the food like a whirlwind. Seeing that I had finished everything, my aunt smiled and said, "Is Auntie's cooking really that delicious?"

I replied, "Of course! Auntie's cooking is delicious! Everything Auntie makes is delicious..." My aunt laughed, "Before, you always refused to eat at home and insisted on eating at school. Whose fault is that?"

She seemed to suddenly realize the meaning of my last sentence, and I saw her face immediately turn red again. She reached out and pinched my leg hard, saying, "You're so naughty! You deserve to suffer."

I suddenly reached out and hugged her, pulling her into my arms.

I buried my head in her hair and gently asked her, "Will there be more delicious food in the future?"

My aunt resisted a few times, then stopped moving: "You're better now, you're fine. You scared me to death! How am I supposed to explain this to your mother?"

My left hand started to wander, slipping inside her waist and caressing her. She naturally leaned against me, and she took my right hand and placed it on my bulge. She gently pressed and rubbed it through my pants for a few minutes... Just as I was enjoying this moment, she suddenly pushed me away: "Let go! I just poured water on the stove..." Watching my aunt rush out, I felt a pang of disappointment.

But at the same time, I realized I should probably go to the bathroom.

Returning from the bathroom, I leaned against the kitchen doorframe, watching her busy adding water and changing the stove. I suddenly felt this woman was very close, so very close. She seemed like she should be my woman now, but could she? I stood there, lost in thought. Maybe not? My

aunt noticed me standing there and turned back, pushing me gently: "Be good, go back and lie down. I'll get you some water and some medicine."

After standing there for a while, I felt exhausted and naturally went back, lost in my own thoughts.

My aunt finished tidying up, brought in medicine and water, and sat on the edge of my bed: "Here, take your medicine, you'll be better tomorrow."

I got up, took the medicine, and as I handed her the cup, I said something I'd been thinking about for so long: "Auntie, why don't you sleep here tonight?"

As soon as I said that, her fist slammed into my shoulder: "You little rascal, what are you saying? How can I sleep here?"

I felt wronged and tried to pull her hand away: "Why can't I? We..." She covered my mouth: "If you keep talking nonsense, no one will care about you anymore."

She broke free and stood up, walking out while saying: "If you don't learn good things, you'll learn bad things. What will you do if you

don't pass your exams?" I immediately retorted: "If I pass, will you sleep here?"

My aunt turned back and glared at me: "With you like this? You'll never pass!"

She ignored me, and I felt extremely annoyed. Naturally, I was a little depressed, but since I hadn't fully recovered, I soon fell into a deep sleep.

Perhaps she thought she caused my illness, or perhaps she realized that maintaining such a close relationship with me was inappropriate. From that day on, she began to keep a certain distance from me again, no longer giving me the opportunity to touch her. However, this time I didn't throw a tantrum, because I always had a feeling that as long as my studies were good, my aunt wouldn't ignore me forever.

Time went on, and my relationship with my aunt had become quite normal. Apart from the fact that there was basically no physical contact, she showed more and more concern for my studies and life, and the kind of conscious communication between us, such as eye contact, also increased. We started to talk more casually, and of course, we became more tacit. I could even sense her affection for me and that kind of subtle ambiguity.

Sure enough, in the second diagnostic test in April, I performed even better than I had expected. I ranked in the top 8 out of the three classes in my grade. When my aunt called to tell my family the good news, I could tell that her joy came from the bottom of her heart.

For the first time ever, tonight, after my mom asked my aunt to cook something nice over the phone, there were two extra dishes and two bottles of beer on the table. My aunt was really planning a little celebration for me. I got one bottle, and my aunt and my little cousin got one. My

little cousin didn't like the taste; he initially took a couple of sips but refused to drink any more. He ate some of his favorite food and then went to watch TV.

My aunt and I sat there slowly eating and drinking, talking about school and recent events. Before we knew it, our bottles were empty. Back then, my alcohol tolerance was still quite low; one bottle and I was already tipsy. I knew I couldn't go on, so I told my aunt I was done and went inside to sleep. I vaguely heard my aunt telling my younger cousin to turn off the TV and wash his feet, and I heard him saying he wouldn't sleep with his older brother who had been drinking… Just as I was drifting off to sleep, I suddenly felt a chill, then a warmth as someone crawled under the covers and hugged me tightly from behind.

Everything was so natural. Her body pressed against my back, her hand gently slipping into my underwear, pulling out my penis… I tried to turn away, but she wouldn't let me. Her technique was much more skilled and unrestrained than the previous two times. Her back-and-forth caressing was very enjoyable, and I quickly reached my climax. Just as I was about to ejaculate, her other hand covered me with a soft piece of clothing.

I suppressed my passion and whispered, "Auntie, what? It's not good if it gets dirty."

At this moment, she also let out a heavy nasal sound: "It's okay, Auntie's underwear…" At this moment, I also realized that my buttocks were being pressed hard by her lower body, and it felt like a brush was sweeping across me, a wet, fleshy brush… Thinking of this, I could no longer control myself and ejaculated… With my climax, I felt Auntie's lower body also move violently a few times… The weather gradually warmed up, and my relationship with my aunt slowly stabilized.

Although she could no longer sleep in my and my younger cousin's bed, I was already very content. Kissing, touching, and caressing had become habitual actions when it was just the two of us. Especially late at night, her helping me to climax had become a must. Perhaps I was a very obedient child back then, only knowing how to passively accept, until one night she asked me to masturbate her, and I realized that her desire in this area was actually very strong.

But even when we reached orgasm, she never wanted me to see her genitals directly, let alone let my genitals touch her there. Although I always made this request, she would always find a way to resolve it. I knew that she hadn't completely opened that last hurdle in her heart. Until

one afternoon before May Day, because I twisted my ankle in PE class, I asked for half a day off to go home and rest.

As soon as I entered my aunt's house, I saw my uncle at home, talking to my aunt. It seemed that my uncle was having some cash flow problems at the construction site and wanted to take some money from home for emergencies, but my aunt was not very willing. When my uncle and aunt saw me limping back, they asked me what was wrong with me. I told them I twisted my ankle and would be fine after resting for a while. Just then, my uncle's friend came over to talk to him. My aunt gave me some safflower oil, and after saying hello, I went inside to apply the medicine to my injury.

They talked for a while in the outer room, and in the end, my aunt had no choice but to agree to my uncle's idea and give him the savings book. After my uncle finished his business, he came in, said a few words to me, told me to rest well, and then hurriedly left with his friend.

After seeing them off, my aunt came in and sat down by my bed to talk to me. She asked me to stretch out my leg so she could see if it was hurt, and said, "None of you men are easy to deal with. Your uncle doesn't bring money home, he takes money away. He comes back just to ask for money, and he wants to leave after sitting for a short while. He even had someone come to call him, as if he was afraid I wouldn't let him leave."

Seeing that she wasn't happy, I tried to hug her with a smile, but she pushed me away and pressed me onto the bed: "You just lie down properly. Even in this state, you're still just as troublesome as your uncle." After saying this, perhaps realizing that she had compared me to her uncle, she couldn't help but laugh. Seeing this opportunity, I grabbed her waist from below and pulled her onto me. She twisted a few times, but not with much force, and then leaned down, letting her long hair fall over my chest.

I should say this was the first time during the day that I had admired her face so closely and so intently. Her skin was a little loose and not very fair, and upon closer inspection, there were quite a few wrinkles around her eyes. But what struck me was how clean her face was; at least it didn't have the acne that plagued the girls in my class back then, or the freckles that most people had, which I really liked. Her face shape was also very beautiful, with a dignified air, and the slight blush that had just appeared on her face, combined with her hair down, made her even more charming.

Seeing me staring at her like that, she lowered her head and gave me a small bite on the lips: "Look, look, you think I'm old?"

I didn't say anything, but instead returned her kiss. She didn't back away, and in a moment, to use a modern term, it was a scene of kissing and tongue fighting—I won't go into too much detail. To be honest, even now, I can still recall the feeling of her tongue swirling in my mouth.

Panting, I asked her: "Auntie, is the outside door locked?"

By this time, her hair was completely disheveled, and her clothes were messy; she no longer looked like the dignified teacher she usually was. She smoothed her hair, her face flushed: "You're killing me, I have to go lock the door." Then she ran out.

A little while later, my aunt came back with a bath towel, and I mischievously asked: "What are you doing with this?"

My aunt told me to get up and spread the bath towel on the bed, and then I reached out to pull at her clothes. She didn't resist, letting me unbutton her shirt and take it off. Then my hand went to her buttocks and I lifted her skirt up to her waist.

She laughed and scolded, "Just take it off, it's so uncomfortable like this," while pulling at my clothes. In no time, I was left wearing only a tank top. She threw my underwear on the floor: "You should have washed it, why didn't you change? It's so dirty." I went to pull at her underwear. She kicked me, saying, "Don't touch there." I tried to pull at her bra, but she pushed me away again, saying, "Don't touch there." I got angry and plopped myself on the bed: "You won't let me touch anywhere, it's so annoying!"

Seeing my displeasure, she crawled closer to me: "You little rascal, are you angry?" I ignored her and deliberately turned my back to her. It was the old-fashioned beginning again. She hugged me from behind, her hand reaching forward to grasp my genitals and starting to fuss. I deliberately stiffened my body, ignoring her. Seeing that I wasn't responding at all, she laughed and gently scolded me, "You little rascal, so cunning!" I snorted and ignored her. After

a few strokes, she seemed to lose interest. She paused, then leaned close to my ear and whispered, "Don't you want Auntie to put on clothes?" I hummed in agreement. She thought for a moment, then asked again, "Auntie doesn't have to wear clothes, but you have to be obedient from now on, okay?"

I asked, "Obey what?" She flicked my genitals with her hand: "You mean, from now on, you have to do whatever Auntie tells you to do, or Auntie won't come with you."

I didn't think much of it at the time: "Okay." And I agreed.

She lifted my vest from behind and hugged me again from behind. I could clearly feel her two mounds pressing against my back, their hard protrusions making me feel her body tremble. At the same time, her lower body pressed against my buttocks, and I could feel the heat and moisture there. She began to rub gently against me, her hands moving to the front to caress my genitals. I couldn't help but feel hot inside. My

aunt hugged me from behind for a while, then, feeling that I was about to climax again, she let go.

I rolled over to face her and said, "No way, Auntie, why are you going to abandon me again?"

At that moment, I realized she was also staring at me, and her expression was strange, as if she was making a decision. This startled me, and all the pleasure vanished.

I asked, "What's wrong, Auntie? "

She countered, "Auntie's not happy if I don't give it to you, is that it?"

I nodded naturally, "Yes, it's very uncomfortable."

Auntie's face flushed that alluring blush again. She thought for a moment and said, "Auntie definitely can't let you really do that..." Seeing my displeased expression, she added, "Actually, Auntie is feeling unwell..." Before she finished speaking, she pulled me into her arms and showered me with kisses, making me clumsily hold her back. Another round of passionate kisses ensued, and my lower body began to stir again. Her kisses didn't stop; she started kissing my face, then my neck, then my shoulders, and finally my nipples, sucking on them forcefully. I had never experienced anything like this before, and I was instantly aroused. My hands shoved down at her breasts, trying to pull her up.

Who knew she ignored me, and kept kissing my lower abdomen, then my thighs, finally stopping near my genitals. I immediately felt something warm, soft, and wet enter my lower body… I almost exploded. I tried to sit up and move her head, but she was swallowing and releasing forcefully, and I couldn't pull her up. Then, slowly, the feeling of impending explosion subsided, and I naturally began to enjoy the service. I felt the pressure of her lips and wanted to see clearly how I was entering and exiting her mouth, but her hair completely covered it. I leaned forward to brush her hair away, but she shook her head forcefully, refusing to let me see.

Then, she slowly moved her body closer, one leg pressing against me, and then she straddled my chest. Her body completely blocked my view. Just as I was about to resist, her buttocks slowly moved back, and I could feel her fluids rubbing against my body.

She leaned completely over me, but in the opposite direction. At that moment, I finally understood what my aunt meant. Her lower body was completely exposed before my eyes, and my mind went blank for a second.

Then I heard her say heavily, "Auntie wants some too..."

At this moment, her large buttocks were already a vast expanse of water, her thick pubic hair soaked with fluid. The fleshy red opening in the middle was opening and closing, a scene I could never have imagined. I could even smell the erotic scent emanating from there... I tried pressing it with my finger, and my aunt's body trembled. Her vagina contracted, and more fluid flowed out. At this moment, the sounds of my aunt sucking on me grew louder. I felt that my aunt was being too good to me. I kissed her, and with just one suck, a mouthful of fluid filled my mouth. I wanted to spit it out, but my aunt's lower body was already pressing firmly against my face, and I choked and swallowed it... Anyway, it was like this, so I didn't care anymore and used my mouth to bite her protruding tender flesh. My tongue started pushing in forcefully, and her vagina seemed to contract, trying to force my tongue out, but I licked even harder... After a few movements, my aunt's breathing became heavier, and the force with which she sucked on me suddenly increased. I felt my breathing becoming difficult, and the sensation in my lower body became even more intense. Finally, just when I could no longer control myself, my aunt's vagina suddenly contracted several times, followed by a gush of hot fluid that filled my mouth. Since she didn't get up, I had to swallow it back down. At this point, I didn't want to control myself anymore, and my lower body thrust a few times before surrendering in my aunt's mouth... My aunt turned around and sat next to me. In front of me, she actually swallowed a mouthful, then used her clothes to wipe the white liquid from the corner of her mouth. I asked, "Auntie, aren't you going to spit it out?" My

aunt looked very satisfied: "If you don't spit out my stuff, I won't spit out yours."

My aunt went downstairs to clean up and brought me a bowl of water to clean my mouth. She laughed and scolded me, "I didn't intend for you to use your mouth. I was thinking of having you use your hands to help me after you saw it. You're so naughty..." I leaned against the headboard, pulled her close, and rubbed her nipples with my hands: "Auntie, if you eat me, I'll definitely eat yours too..." As the passion faded, my aunt suddenly asked me, "How's your foot? Did you hurt it just now?"

I felt it and said, "It's okay, Auntie, it's fine, it doesn't seem to hurt anymore."

My aunt got up and dressed while saying to me, "Xiaofeng, this is the most we can do. If you listen to your aunt from now on, your aunt will still treat you well..." By this time, I was no longer a young boy who had never seen a woman's genitals before. The vast expanse of flesh there had left a deep stimulation on me. I said, "Auntie, I think we should both use our genitals..." Before I could finish, my aunt scolded me: "If you keep talking nonsense, that's your uncle... If you say that again, I'll never talk to you again..." I stuck out my tongue, knowing that I had hit the nail on the head, and stopped talking.

She muttered to herself, "Actually, things are already wrong now, sigh..." I got dressed, and she told me to rest while she washed the dirty clothes and went to make dinner.

That night, of course, passed uneventfully, but from then on, my aunt and I could finally be completely naked together, and our relationship took a big step forward. And from that day on, I became obsessed with this kind of sex, which I later learned was called 69... ...Just like my lower body erupted, today, May Day, my memories have also erupted. This is a true account of my experience. If you believe it, let's share and support each other; if you don't, just consider it my own entertainment. Regardless, after reading this, please give me a shout-out on the first floor, thanks... After this 69 battle, my relationship with my aunt improved dramatically. I could feel her affection for me from time to time. Not only at home, but even at school, whenever it was convenient, she dared to get close to me.

The only regret is that, no matter the situation, even when she's most aroused, she won't allow me to touch her private parts with my lower body. If I get close, she'll pull away, even if she gets angry with me, she'll still insist on this.

I can't disobey her, so I simply give up on taking things further.

Time flies, and May is almost over. This month, my sex life with my aunt... well, it wasn't exactly... well, it was still sex, and it was quite enjoyable. Especially my aunt, she started paying more attention to her appearance, started wearing light makeup, and seemed much more energetic than before, and her skin had improved a lot. As Mr. Wang said, she looked like she was 10 years younger. As for me, even if I had a strong desire to completely seduce her, as soon as she used her oral skills, I naturally surrendered, having no energy left for anything else.

Even when she was cooking, when no one was around, if I teased her, she would put her hand directly on my pants and rub it a few times first. She tolerated some of my advances, like fixing her hair, kissing her face, or even just touching her with my hand. These things were quite common for her.

Towards the end of May, my aunt cut her long hair, saying it was too hot. Unexpectedly, this haircut attracted even more attention. People who knew her said she looked much younger, and she seemed quite pleased with herself, often trying to show off in front of me. I played along, hugging her and praising her. She would then say that I was much better at talking than my uncle, and that my kindness to her hadn't been in vain.

She told me that my uncle also liked her using her mouth, but she always thought it was dirty and didn't want to. But with me, she could completely let loose. At this point, I would say to her, "So, now I can use your mouth, but you won't let me use your other half, only letting my uncle use it. You're being biased." Then she would scold me, saying I was ungrateful, didn't appreciate her kindness, and that it was too much for an aunt to do this; I couldn't let my uncle down. I was speechless. I could only think to myself, "Does she think this is fair to me?"

The scariest time, the one that taught us a lesson, was one night in late May when we almost got caught.

After evening self-study, I brought back some practice problems to do. My aunt had set up a cool bed in the yard for my little cousin. He played for a while and then fell asleep. My aunt came in to get him a blanket, and seeing my face covered in sweat, she used the hem of her nightgown to wipe me down. I smelled her fleshy scent and, naturally, didn't want to miss out, so I started teasing her. She told me to take the blanket out and bring it back, but I said no. I pressed her down and made her give me a few blowjobs. She struggled twice, but seeing she couldn't resist me, she squatted between my legs, pulled me out of my shorts, and started giving me oral sex. I also lifted up her nightgown with my hands and slipped my fingers inside her underwear to touch her genitals. In no time, her underwear was soaked.

We probably didn't hear the gate open while we were struggling. Just as my aunt was taking off her underwear and bending over to wipe the mess I'd ejaculated, I suddenly heard my uncle talking in the yard. "Why doesn't he cover himself with anything while he sleeps? Xiu, Xiu, where are you?" Startled, we jerked apart. She immediately got up, put down her nightgown that I'd lifted, threw her underwear, stained with both our fluids, under my table, and rushed out of my inner room. I quickly pulled up my pants, pretending to study.

Then my uncle called again, "Xiu, bring me some tissues. I drank too much today, I have diarrhea and feel unwell."

My aunt's voice came from her inner room, "Wait a minute, let me find a blanket for my son." She walked into my inner room with audible footsteps, picked up the blanket that had fallen to the floor, and loudly said to me, "Xiaofeng, I don't have any blankets over there. If you're not sleeping, take this out and use it." Then she pinched my arm hard before leaving. At that moment, I noticed that my aunt was holding a cup and rinsing her mouth.

That night, because I was already satisfied, although I was nervous, I felt uneasy thinking that my aunt would definitely let my uncle do it to her that night, so I fell asleep feeling awkward. My aunt, on the other hand, was frightened and unsatisfied, and tossed and turned all night.

The next day, my uncle took my little cousin to the construction site for the day. When we had another chance to be together, she said that it was fortunate that my uncle had drunk too much the night before and only let her finish with her mouth, without insisting on her genitals, otherwise it would have been bad if he found out she wasn't wearing underwear. She probably felt a little guilty, because that night she served my uncle better than before when she gave him oral sex, because my uncle knew that my aunt didn't like to give him oral sex. This time, my uncle was very satisfied and kept praising her. He even said that cutting her hair was a good thing, because my uncle had always opposed my aunt wanting to cut it short.

Then, I asked her: "Auntie, do you actually like to eat? Which one is more satisfying to eat, mine or my uncle's? What's the difference?"

She pinched my arm and whispered in my ear, "Your uncle's is much thicker than yours."

I looked hurt, and she grabbed my arm again: "But yours is longer...it'll be even better in a few more years."

I laughed, letting her bend down and start sucking my genitals again... Of course, I also wanted to comfort her after the fright of the previous night, so I pushed her down onto the bed, spread her legs, and licked my way down... This 69 session was naturally very successful and very enjoyable... Ever since my aunt and I had our 69 session, she'd been more relaxed when no one else was around.

And in those days, we gradually got used to using what we called "verbal battles" to give each other maximum pleasure.

Although I knew I hadn't completely won her over, I was still very satisfied. Whenever she buried her head between my legs, I felt incredibly excited and fulfilled, especially watching her expression as she swallowed the last drop; I always felt like the happiest person in the world.

She was the same way, liking to press my head under her skirt. Whenever she couldn't control herself, she would squeeze my head between her thighs, making it hard for me to breathe. She also liked to make me drink her vaginal fluid, saying that it proved I didn't mind her and that I genuinely cared for her.

Life continued peacefully, absurdly, and erotically. 　　Then, something happened in

3833. 　　But it wasn't me and my aunt; it was Teacher Wang, who shared an office with my aunt—the one I'd given an umbrella to. 　　It was the first weekend of June. I was planning to go to my aunt's office, have some fun, and then go home. But when I got to the office area, I saw a group of people arguing near my aunt's office. There were teachers from the school, strangers, and some students watching the commotion. Naturally, I pushed my way forward. 　　When I got to the front, I saw my aunt and two other teachers standing at the office door, which was locked. Across from me were several unfamiliar men and women. I overheard some whispering that the wife of some school district leader had come looking for trouble, saying that the leader had been caught having an affair. I was shocked – could it be my aunt's business? 　　I listened for a while longer before calming down. It turned out my aunt was trying to break up a fight, and the person involved was Teacher Wang. 　　To explain her situation, I need to introduce her background. 　　At the time, she was a newlywed, pretty young woman from a well-off family, and very stylish. She was probably the dream girl of many male students. Her husband was a soldier, rarely home, and was a junior teacher my aunt had taken over for, sharing an office with her. They were very close. 　　Anyway, I figured it had nothing to do with my aunt, so I calmly stood by and watched. It wasn't my place to speak then. It turned out my aunt also knew the leader's wife, and she said that it couldn't be what she thought, that hitting someone was wrong, and that she should go home on behalf of the other person. The leader's wife naturally wouldn't have it, insisting on dragging Teacher Wang out for a face-to-face confrontation, and making all sorts of demands. 　　After a brief standoff, the leader's wife started hurling insults, specifically at Teacher Wang, accusing her of cheating on her with her husband. By this time, a larger crowd had gathered. My aunt suddenly noticed me listening nearby, and I could see a flicker of redness across her face as she seemed to realize something. 　　Finally, the principal and vice-principal rushed over, and after considerable effort, the leader's wife finally stormed off with her accomplice. The leaders dismissed everyone, instructing my aunt to investigate the situation and comfort Teacher Wang to ensure nothing went wrong, before dispersing as well. I waited, of course. The office door opened, and Teacher Wang emerged, looking very distressed. I noticed her clothes were torn and even bore footprints, revealing that she had been beaten. 　　My aunt had me carry both of their bags and, with coaxing and persuasion, led her to my aunt's house. I wasn't present during the conversation, so I didn't witness any attempts to persuade her or what happened. Once I got home, I knew I was superfluous and there was no chance for a verbal argument, so I rode my bike home. 　　Then, when I went back to school, Ms. Wang had already taken leave and wasn't going to work anymore. 　　Ms. Wang's situation caused a huge uproar at the school, and her absence only fueled everyone's unbridled curiosity. Suddenly, all sorts of rumors circulated among teachers and students. 　　The school tried to minimize the impact, holding a special meeting to prohibit faculty and staff from discussing the topic and speaking to the students who were present, asking them not to spread the story among the students. However, the incident was so shocking in our small town that although things seemed to have calmed down on the surface a few days later, it had become a topic of conversation for many. 　　Moreover, since Ms. Wang and my aunt shared an office and had a good relationship, school leaders approached her to inquire about the situation, colleagues sought her out to find out the inside story, and even at home, nosy neighbors would come to ask what had happened. I could tell my aunt was annoyed by the constant discussions about this issue among the people around her these past few days, so I didn't ask her what was going on. Firstly, she was preoccupied and didn't have time for me, and I didn't want to bother her. Secondly, the situation had changed after her diagnosis, and I was too busy with my own affairs to worry about anything else. 　　However, there was one good thing for me: because of Ms. Wang's departure, my aunt was now working alone in her office, and she gave me the key. Since the office was air-conditioned and quiet, I could do my homework there at lunchtime without feeling the heat.

It should be in a few days, around the 5th or 6th. The school suddenly received a notice from above saying that the high school entrance exam situation was different from previous years. The only key high school in the county would hold a special early admissions event within 10 days, and all graduating students could apply. If they passed, they would be directly admitted. If they didn't pass, it wouldn't affect the normal high school entrance exam in late June; they wouldn't be affected in any other way except for not being able to attend a key high school. In short, they wanted to snatch up the best students early.

When the homeroom teacher announced this in class that morning, the students were in an uproar. The teacher gave everyone a day off to go home and discuss it with their parents; those who wanted to apply had to apply early. Those who didn't want to take the key high school exam felt they could give it a try; they could always take the regular entrance exam later if they didn't pass. But those who did want to take it panicked; it was like losing half a month of review time. Although half a month wouldn't be enough to learn much new material, it was still unprepared! Like me, although I never wanted to go to high school, this was an opportunity I couldn't miss.

As soon as the homeroom teacher finished speaking, everyone dispersed and went home to discuss things with their mothers.

Naturally, I went to my aunt's office first to talk to her about it. When I got there, I knocked a few times but no one answered, assuming she was teaching. I took the key myself, opened the door, went inside, and sat down, looking at my materials while waiting for her. After a while, I used her office phone to call home. My family originally wanted me to go directly to a vocational school; my grades were good, so it wouldn't be a problem. But I didn't want to miss this opportunity, so I wanted to talk to my parents about applying. After I told them, they didn't say anything, just told me to discuss it with my aunt and listen to her.

After hanging up, I casually looked through my aunt's office. Suddenly, my ruler fell through the gap between two desks. I naturally moved the desk to pick it up, and then I noticed something else had fallen between Teacher Wang's desk and the wall. I picked it up casually—just a notebook. Just as I was idly tossing it onto the table, a photo fell out.

I picked it up and saw it was an artistic portrait of Teacher Wang. Seeing it then, it definitely gave me that feeling; I hadn't really noticed it before, at most just that she was pretty, but in this photo she was so beautiful. She was wearing a white dress, her long black hair cascading over her shoulders, and her made-up face made me think—I don't know how to describe it—she looked just like the then-popular actress Vivian Chow. You guys can imagine what she looked like.

I tucked it back into my notebook and flipped through it casually; it was Teacher Wang's work diary.

Before I could even look at it closely, the teacher next door pushed open the door: "It's you! I was wondering why someone was here. Didn't your aunt take leave and go home? I thought she hadn't locked the door properly." I asked her, "Got home? No way! I was waiting to discuss the registration with her." "Well, I'm going home then," I said, tossing the notebook into my bag and walking out.

The teacher, of course, knew about our application. She smiled, told me to lock the door, and went back to her office.

On the way, I flipped through the notebook again; it was mostly about handling work-related matters and teaching methods. I tossed it back into my bag, intending to give it to my aunt when I got back. I only took out the photo and tucked it into my own textbook.

When I arrived at my aunt's house, the gate was locked. I knew my younger cousin wouldn't be back until school, so I figured my aunt might be feeling unwell and had come home to rest. I wanted to give her a surprise and see if I could catch up on our recent argument. I quietly unlocked the door and then quietly locked it again. I slipped silently to the front door of the main house. Just as I was about to lift the curtain and push the door open, I suddenly heard my aunt and uncle talking inside.

I realized that my uncle had returned, and that's why my aunt had taken the day off. I was about to go in and greet them when I immediately realized I couldn't go in.

I realized their voices were different from usual; they were coming from my aunt's inner room. I heard her saying, "One more time! Why can't you handle this? Do I have to use my mouth on you? It's so annoying." Sure enough, the talking stopped, replaced by heavy sucking sounds.

They were having sex, and it seemed they'd already finished once, but my aunt wasn't satisfied.

I muttered to myself, "Doing this in broad daylight, not at work? That's inappropriate." Of course, I couldn't go in. I was extremely annoyed. What should I do? Suddenly, I made a bold decision. I sneaked into the east wing. I climbed onto the grain stack and chuckled to myself. Sure enough, I could see through the wing's window. It was a tall, small window, while the window in my aunt's main room was large and low. In her own home, she obviously hadn't drawn the curtains, and because of the heat, the window was open. I could see clearly, but unfortunately, I could only see half of the bed.

At this point, some city-dwelling brothers might not understand the architectural style of rural areas, and therefore wouldn't understand what I've written in this section. Most rural houses are large courtyards with a main house, outbuildings, walls, and a gate. If you don't understand, I won't explain it to you; I understand it myself.

I focused my gaze and looked inside, and sure enough, it was a scene I was very familiar with. My aunt was vigorously performing oral sex on my uncle's lower body. I couldn't see my uncle's upper body; through the window, I could only see his legs and my aunt's back as she moved.

She did this for a while, but my uncle didn't react. Then I saw my uncle's hand reach out and stroke my aunt's hair: "That's enough, Xiu, it's not good enough now, maybe next time?" My aunt looked up, angrily pushing his hand away: "No, is this how you're going to get rid of me? I've waited for you for over 20 days, and this is it?" Then she bent down again and swallowed my uncle's penis. At this point, I saw that my aunt was already sweating.

My aunt then started rubbing my uncle's testicles with her hands, spitting it out of her mouth and licking it with her tongue, from the base to the head, wetly licking and then swallowing it, over and over again, using the very method I always liked her to use. I really couldn't resist; who wouldn't be a little aroused by such a sensual scene?

After repeating this for a while, my uncle indeed got hard. My aunt happily got up, held it with her hand, and sat down on it. At that moment, I saw with my own eyes my aunt's lower body swallow my uncle's rather unresponsive penis. A strange feeling welled up inside me. Damn, she never gave it to me; it turns out all the good stuff went to my uncle.

My aunt started moving wildly on top, but after only a few strokes, it seemed like my uncle's thing went soft and fell out again. Seeing this, I knew my aunt was going to complain again. Even though it was my first time watching a live broadcast, I couldn't be bothered to watch any longer. I quietly slipped down, carefully opened and locked the door, and went back to school.

After lunch with my classmates at school, I sneaked off to my aunt's office to sleep. Since there was air conditioning, I found a few books on the two large desks, put them under my head, and happily chuckled to myself about my uncle's incompetence as I drifted off to sleep.

Just as I was drifting off, I heard people coming out of the next office. It sounded like two teachers hadn't gone home for lunch and were probably going to the restroom. They were talking and laughing as they walked. I overheard a couple of sentences, something about how Teacher Wang was a slut and that my aunt couldn't possibly be unaware of it, and might even be involved.

I was annoyed. Why was this person talking behind my back? And talking about my aunt! I know that while my aunt is very open with me, she's actually quite conservative with my uncle. Besides, she hasn't given me anything. How can she be called a bad woman?! I sat up abruptly, unable to sleep anymore! Why was this person gossiping about such baseless things?

With nothing else to do, I took out Ms. Wang's photo and notebook from my bag again. She was indeed very beautiful; I couldn't help but kiss the photo, then put it back down. I flipped through Ms. Wang's notebook, which was full of daily entries about what happened, what she talked about, and some reflections—the kind of working language I used. After a while, just as I was about to lose interest, I noticed some sentimental entries in her recent journal.

Some read things like, "Today he asked me to find time to visit him again; I didn't want to go, but I had to," and others expressed a longing to return to her school days, when there were no worries or fears. There were many such entries, but none were particularly specific; they were just feelings from her heart. Later, she even mentioned my aunt, writing, "I'm so grateful to my colleague across from me for giving me confidence and the courage to change. She's so lucky; she has a happy family and someone who can bring her an umbrella. I wish I had such a sensible, big-dicked person," and so on… Seeing this, I couldn't help but blush. Wasn't this "someone who can bring her an umbrella" referring to me? So, in Ms. Wang's mind, that time she gave me the umbrella actually earned her such a high evaluation. I've become the big dick she really wants! Haha, how clever! If I'd known, I should have talked to her more beforehand!

Seeing this, I took out Ms. Wang's photo again, carefully admiring her beauty. It felt a bit melancholic; what a wonderful girl. I wish she could be my older sister. I couldn't help but let my imagination run wild.

In the afternoon, when it was time for class, the corridor started to get crowded, so I got up and sat in Ms. Wang's old chair to study for a while. My aunt opened the door and came in.

When she saw me studying, she paused for a moment, then smiled and asked, "You're studying so hard these days! I have to praise you." I looked at her, and her smile seemed a little unnatural. It was obvious she hadn't been satisfied that morning. Humph, it seems she knows she did something wrong to me. Haha, don't laugh, at least she knows I didn't want her to perform oral sex on my uncle.

She sat down and asked, "I heard your application changed. Why didn't you tell me?"

I looked at her: "I came looking for you this morning, but you weren't here."

She tried to cover it up,

saying, "I wasn't feeling well, I took the day off." I countered, "Is my uncle back yet? How wonderful!"

She laughed, "How did you know?" "Yes, what, are you jealous?"

I feigned a slight annoyance, "Jealous of what? You two are an old married couple! You even argued with him!"

Just then, my aunt threw a book at me, "Go study! You saw it, you're quite nosy."

I had originally intended to give my aunt Teacher Wang's things, but then I thought, "Never mind, I'll keep them for myself as souvenirs." I got up, gathered my things, went to my aunt, and whispered in her ear, "I saw it! You've been waiting for over 20 days, why weren't you waiting for me?"

As soon as I finished speaking, I turned to leave.

She grabbed me, "Did you go back? How do you know everything?"

I seized the opportunity to hug her tightly and kiss her hard on the cheek. "You can imagine what will happen," I said, leaving her sitting there stunned. I opened the door and left.

That afternoon, as soon as school was over, my aunt had my homeroom teacher call me to her office to ask about the registration. I plopped down opposite her and told her I'd thought it over. I'd just try the exam first; if it worked out, I'd go; if not, we'd see. There were always other opportunities. My aunt felt the same way, and after talking for a while, we decided on it.

After finishing, my aunt checked the time. Seeing that most of the people outside had left, she went to close the door, then sat down again, staring into my eyes across the table and asking, "Did you go home this morning?"

I didn't answer, just looked at her.

Her face suddenly flushed, and she whispered, "I guess I did. Teacher Liu next door said you went home to see me!"

Before I could say anything, staring at her face, I sensed she was actually blushing.

My aunt suddenly stood up, walked around the table, and plopped down on my lap. Naturally, I wrapped my arms around her waist. She pinched me hard: "You must have seen something you shouldn't have! I'm going to punish you!"

I didn't object to her words and naturally pulled her into my arms, leaning down to forcefully seal her lips with mine. Her reaction was intense, probably a sign of not being satisfied at home that morning. I could feel her buttocks rubbing against my groin more intentionally.

My hand naturally slipped under her skirt, moving from her thighs to her underwear; clearly, she was already soaking wet. I grinned mischievously and asked her: "Auntie, you were thinking this much in the office too!"

She didn't answer, but pulled me up from my weight and sat me in a chair. Then, she made me sit on the table opposite her, pulled down my pants, and took out my penis. At that moment, I naturally understood her meaning; she was going to make up for it using the same method she had used on my uncle that morning. She used both her mouth and hands, head bowed, to service me, and I naturally enjoyed this privilege.

At that moment, I couldn't help but feel a different kind of pleasure. I thought of the photo of Teacher Wang in my schoolbag, and now I was sitting on her desk, with my aunt sitting in her chair. I couldn't help but feel a little flustered. What would it feel like for Teacher Wang? I lost control for a moment, and a warm stream was released. My aunt didn't expect me to come so quickly and choked, coughing several times before swallowing it down.

After she sat down, she first wiped the liquid from her mouth with a tissue, and then, while wiping my lower body, she looked up and asked me: "Why were you so quick today? Are you also unable to finish?"

I felt embarrassed and tried to pick her up. Today was too exciting; we hadn't been together for days, and I was nervous here… Then I had her sit where I had been sitting. I wanted to use her position to lift her skirt and start a verbal argument, but she pushed me away forcefully: "Forget it, let's leave it at that for today. This is the office, and Auntie was nervous too. Besides, your Uncle is home. I was afraid you wouldn't be able to handle it, so I let you come out…" I smoothed her slightly disheveled hair and quietly told her what I had overheard at noon.

She listened calmly and muttered to herself, "I knew some people wouldn't say nice things. I can't be bothered with them…" She got down and hugged me: "Xiaofeng, we have to be careful! Your Uncle is home these days, so Auntie can't be with you. And you have exams to take, so you need to focus on your studies, okay? No matter where you are, don't do anything reckless. Auntie is good to you, so don't worry. I'll be with him these days, and once you do well on your exams, Auntie will be with you again, okay?"

I whispered, "What if he can't make you happy? Why are you still paying attention to him? You might as well be with me!"

My aunt didn't say much: "That's your uncle, how could I ignore him? I'll keep you company in a few days!"

My aunt tidied her clothes, cleaned her desk, and cuddled with me for a while before going home. I felt quite happy. First, the physical stress I'd been feeling these past few days was gone. Second, the "service" my aunt had given me made me feel like I was back with Teacher Wang, which felt a little strange. At least she wasn't afraid to talk to me again because of Teacher Wang; she just told us to be careful, and that was enough.

I usually eat at school, so I stayed behind to clean the office, taking care of the mess, ostensibly to do my homework.

Sure enough, after I went back to school after evening self-study and went to bed with my younger cousin, I heard those panting sounds coming from my aunt and uncle's place again in the middle of the night. I helplessly turned over. They couldn't handle it, but because of my aunt's promise that afternoon, I felt quite relaxed and drifted off to sleep… The approaching exams had made all my classmates busy. Whether they were taking the special entrance exams early or taking the regular high school entrance exams, everyone was feeling the pressure.

Although I had the thought that I was just trying and might not pass, that was just me comforting myself. Whether you're a good student or a bad student, who wouldn't feel a little carefree before an exam? That would be truly heartless.

Practicing a large number of exercises repeatedly took up a lot of my time and energy. I basically spent every day at school, and even when I went back to bed at night, it was already very late, and I fell asleep quickly. To be honest, when you're busy, it seems like you don't have any other demands, either mentally or physically.

Because I had a feeling I might not pass the exam, since nine students from my class applied, all of whom were usually outstanding in their studies. I ranked around the 70s or 80s among them. If I passed, almost everyone else would too, and our school has never had such a high rate of admission to top high schools.

So I studied really hard in the last few days, wanting to get a result as soon as possible. A good result would make me proud, prove my worth, and fulfill my family's expectations. It was also a prerequisite for my aunt's promise to me, and I always felt that her promise contained hints that she could help me go further.

During these days, my aunt kept a certain distance from me, and apart from some necessary care and reminders, there was basically no excessive contact. She moved her activities with my uncle, who was resting at home, to the daytime when my younger cousin and I were at school, so the evenings were usually quiet rest time.

Time always flies by at this time, and before we all felt ready, it was time to go into battle.

Because the exam was in the city, the homeroom teacher took us to a guesthouse the day before. On the morning before I left, she went to school with me. On the way, she told me to relax during the exam and do my best, and I agreed. Finally, as we were about to enter the school, she told me to wait for her in her office after lunch.

In the morning, the nine of us students didn't have to attend classes. We chatted for two periods in our homeroom teacher's office. The teacher gave us a lot of tips for dealing with the exam and told us to go home and pack what we needed to take, preparing to leave in the afternoon. Naturally, I didn't go home, and I didn't want to go to class either, so I went to my aunt's office to review the materials I felt I hadn't fully understood.

Half a day passed in a flash. After lunch, I naturally went to my aunt's office again to pack my bag and the tools I needed.

The office was really nice with the air conditioning on; it wasn't like the unbearably hot weather outside.

Around 1 p.m., I was dozing off in my chair when my aunt came over from home.

After opening the door, she first had me pack the money and clothes my mother had asked her to bring me into my bag. Then, while telling me how to better face the exam and sharing her family's encouragement, she circled the hallway and nearby offices, making sure no one was around, before slipping into an office and locking the door behind her.

She leaned against the door, quietly watching me, her face still flushed and glistening with sweat, displaying a lewd expression I hadn't seen in days. At that moment, I suddenly felt my aunt was incredibly beautiful, even more alluring than Teacher Wang.

I could tell she'd just showered; her hair was still damp and not completely dry, not very neatly combed. I knew exactly what I should do.

In this situation, my desire, which had been dormant for over a week, began to surge.

I stood up and quickly approached her, wanting to pull her into my arms for a tender embrace. But just as I touched her shoulders, before I could even make a move, she pushed me away: "Don't do anything rash, you'll wrinkle your clothes and won't be able to teach this afternoon."

I immediately retorted: "Seriously, Auntie? You're ignoring me now?"

She chuckled and playfully punched me in the chest: "You little rascal, who said they wanted to talk to you?"

In my extreme annoyance, she walked past me, sat down at her desk, and went to open the drawer below to get something. I glared at her angrily. Now I really felt uneasy. If you didn't want to, why were you checking so carefully from the outside?

She took a bag from the drawer and ordered me: "Close your eyes, I'll let you see."

Although I was annoyed, I obeyed her; listening to her had become a habit of mine.

I didn't say anything, thinking that nothing good was going to happen today, and I might as well look at the documents a little longer.

Just as I was lost in thought, I heard my aunt say gently: "Look now!"

The moment I opened my eyes, no way, it must be an illusion, I was stunned.

What I saw before me was a scene I never imagined.

I was stunned for at least two minutes before I came to my senses. It turned out that what I saw wasn't my aunt anymore, but Ms. Wang, the teacher I considered a goddess, who hadn't shown up at school for days. Ms.

Wang was still wearing that creamy-white long dress, her smooth long hair cascading down her back, exuding that captivating aura—the exact same outfit as in the photo I had saved. She was leaning over her desk, looking at something, seemingly preparing a lesson… I rubbed my eyes, which had recently become a little blurry. No way, was I dreaming? How could this be?

Just then, Ms. Wang looked up from her desk and beckoned to me: "Come here and see if it looks like me?"

"Look at what? Does it look like me?" Before I could finish speaking, I realized it was clearly my aunt's voice.

Looking closely, it dawned on me: my aunt had changed into the same long dress as in the photo, and her hair was also draped over her shoulders like Ms. Wang's. She was sitting there.

I walked over to the desk, and there she was—she was looking at the photo I had saved… I muttered to myself, "No way, Auntie, why are you like this?"

My aunt smiled happily: "Now you're happy, aren't you? You like Teacher Wang so much!"

"Who likes her?" I retorted. "I don't! I haven't even spoken more than a few words to her!" My aunt

laughed and scolded me: "You little rascal, you won't admit it! I found this photo in your schoolbag. I never expected her to give you a photo! And you still say you haven't spoken to her?"

I asked my aunt, feeling wronged: "When did you touch my schoolbag? I didn't know!"

My aunt straightened up and threw the photo at me: "You can touch my aunt, but I can't touch your schoolbag?"

In a moment of impulse, I wanted to tell her the truth—that I had found the photo. I even considered giving her the notebook too, but I couldn't bear to part with it. It contained Teacher Wang's comments about me, and I wanted to keep it as a souvenir. Then I realized that my aunt wasn't really angry; otherwise, she wouldn't be sitting here changing clothes to tease me.

So, I lied to her: "Teacher Wang gave it to me before she left."

After hearing my explanation, my aunt sat there awkwardly and questioned me: "Impossible! Why would she send you photos? Did you meet her before she left? Don't you have your aunt enough?"

Now that things had come to this, I couldn't think of a way to make her believe me, so I continued lying: "Actually, I only get along with Auntie, but you never let me do that..." At this point, Auntie asked in surprise: "She let you have her way, did you two do anything?"

I feigned distress and said: "No, we didn't. I don't have feelings for her, I only have feelings for Auntie, so I ignored her." I'd carelessly put the photo inside and forgotten about it.

Good heavens, even I felt I was lying. That Ms. Wang hadn't even paid any attention to me. If she had, I couldn't guarantee I'd done what I just said.

Auntie seemed to understand something: "She seduced you, but you only like Auntie, right? She let you have her way, but you still didn't get along with her, right?"

I nodded vigorously, turning Auntie's body around: "Why are you dressed like this today?" My aunt's face started to flush again: "I saw the photo, she's so young and beautiful, I thought you were infatuated with her. And I happen to have one too, so... but I know you only have eyes for me, so I'd even dress up as Xiao Wang for a little while for you..." Hearing this, my feelings became complicated. What was going on? My aunt then became agitated: "That Xiao Wang Yan, so slutty, actually seducing my nephew! Today I'll dress up as her in an even more vulgar way, to give you more excitement, do you want?"

At this moment, my aunt was no longer the dignified and elegant teacher she usually was on the podium; she looked more like a resentful woman anxious about being abandoned.

Her words made me understand the conflicted feelings she had gone through since discovering I had Xiao Wang's photo. It seemed she really cared about me. She didn't want anyone else to share me with her, just like I didn't want my uncle to touch her, even though I knew it was impossible, I still felt uneasy inside.

Of course, she knew that Ms. Wang was younger and prettier than her, and she also knew why Ms. Wang wasn't at school. So her concern for me was understandable. She wasn't just unwilling to share my woman with someone else; she was also my aunt, and she couldn't let me mess around outside.

When I admitted that Ms. Wang had made advances towards me, she was actually quite upset. Fortunately, I didn't mention any past entanglement between me and Ms. Wang, and I even rejected her. It was only because of my aunt's presence that I rejected Ms. Wang, which made my aunt seem a little better.

However, I could tell she wasn't truly angry; otherwise, she wouldn't have dressed like that to seduce me today. She still wanted to understand my true feelings; she still wanted to bring me back to her side, even if she had to pretend to be Ms. Wang. Her last sentence showed that she could accept me imagining she was Ms. Wang, but she didn't want me and Ms. Wang to actually have anything going on. Because she also knew she had never given me her all.

Having understood all this, I knew that saying anything more at this point would be superfluous.

I reached out and pulled my aunt out of the chair. She didn't resist, letting me pull her into my arms. As I lowered my head to find her lips, her hand naturally went to the front of my trousers and caressed me. My hand slid down her back to her waist and hips. I felt her body become even softer and more delicate under her cream-colored dress, trembling slightly, as if anticipating my exploration… A wet kiss, she responded passionately. Now I know how real that wet kiss was.

My lower body pressed hard against her lower abdomen, my hand impulsively lifting her skirt, groping her as I pressed her against the table… My aunt felt my pressure on her lower body. When I pushed her against the table, she didn't try to separate as before, but let me lift her skirt.

When my hand felt inside, I was shocked to find that she wasn't wearing anything under her skirt. Only then did I realize, what an idiot I was! Just before she questioned me, she had already taken off her underwear while changing clothes. What did that mean?

I stepped back slightly, and with my left hand, I reached between her legs and touched her. A trace of liquid came out with my fingers. I mischievously used that hand to touch my aunt's mouth, but she pushed me away forcefully. Right in front of her, I put those two fingers in my mouth and started sucking on them.

My aunt's face flushed red again: "Aren't you disgusted?"

I laughed and sucked: "Auntie, you just took a bath, it tastes good! You don't mind, do you?"

My aunt clenched her fists and pounded my chest: "You little rascal, you're really no good!"

At this moment, my right hand reached down and unzipped my pants. With a casual movement, I pulled my already swollen penis out from the side of my underwear, and with a thrust, I inserted it between my aunt's legs.

At that moment, I was really excited because, although we were already very familiar with each other's bodies, we had never had such naked genital contact before, and for a moment I couldn't control myself.

My aunt gasped and lunged upwards, trying to avoid me, but instead of sitting on the table, she landed on top of me. She wrapped her arms tightly around my neck, preventing her genitals from touching me further. I thrust harder, and she tried to dodge. For a moment, I couldn't do anything to her, because I really had no experience in this area, and I didn't want to force her, so I stopped wasting my time and started enjoying the pleasure of rubbing between her legs.

By this time, her genitals were already very wet, and the friction against her thighs and labia made it incredibly lubricated. I even felt a pleasure greater than when I was thrusting into her mouth. Was this what sex was like? Because at this moment, I could not only thrust freely but also see my aunt's dazed expression, something I couldn't see during oral sex.

After my aunt realized I didn't necessarily want to penetrate her, she tacitly approved of my simulated sex between her legs and started moving in sync with me. Suddenly, I felt like I was having real sex. In a moment of impulse, I thrust hard into her a few times and ejaculated between her legs... After I came, my aunt, who was enjoying herself with her eyes half-closed, was clearly not satisfied. She first pushed me away, wiped me briefly with the hem of her skirt, and then gestured for me to sit at the table like we did in the office last time. Instead of pulling a chair over, she pushed me down onto the table, half-squatted down, and sucked my already limp penis into her mouth.

I was young and impetuous at the time, and as soon as she took it in her mouth, I unconsciously became erect again. Seeing that I had grown bigger again, she pushed me closer to the two tables, then climbed on top of me, kissing my genitals while turning her body around... Her skirt quickly covered my head, and my vision was immediately confined to a milky white world. Moreover, she unceremoniously sat down on her plump lower body, a seductive, fleshy scent mingling with a torrent of vaginal fluid filling my mouth. Just as she began to swallow and release my penis again, she deliberately rubbed her buttocks back and forth, instantly making my face wet... A 69-style oral battle, which had been repeated countless times, erupted on the desk, more unrestrained and intense than ever before... In this second battle, I didn't last long before I ejaculated again in my aunt's mouth.

My aunt still refused to let me out from under her skirt; it was clear that she was very aroused today. As she looked for tissues to clean my lower body, she moved her buttocks slightly away from my face and whispered, "Give your fingers to Auntie." I finally caught my breath and reached out with my right hand to caress her tangled labia, while my left hand grabbed her skirt to wipe the liquid from my mouth. My aunt was getting excited again from my teasing fingers. She urged me, "Put your hand in, put your hand in..." As I was wiping my mouth, I suddenly noticed a red thing sticking out of the bag on my desk... I realized that I could use it instead of my fingers, because before, when she needed me to use my hands, my aunt would always complain that my fingers were too thin and make me use two or three, which made me quite unhappy.

I reached out and grabbed it. By now, you've probably guessed it—this was one of the snacks my mom had my aunt bring me for a late-night snack during my exams: a large ham.

As soon as I held it, my aunt couldn't wait any longer. She tried to sit back down, muttering urgently, "If you don't use your hands, you might as well use your tongue..." Just as she was about to sit on my face again, I supported her body with one hand and, holding the ham in the other, met her attack. Taking advantage of her momentum, my aunt swallowed almost half the ham.

She let out a soft "ah," probably feeling the sudden fullness in her lower body, but realizing my lower body was still in her hand, and she didn't need to worry about me doing anything wrong, she paused for a moment before sitting down again. Now she had swallowed most of the ham.

This time, she didn't sit directly on my face anymore, but instead rose and fell. My hand grasped the exposed part of her vulva, and I began to thrust in and out in sync with her. After a few minutes, perhaps she couldn't take it anymore, and I watched as her vagina contracted violently, a stream of fluid oozing from the edge of the ham, the ham deforming slightly from the pressure.

Years later, my aunt still believed that I had raped her with a ham in the office. She believed there were three men in her life: my uncle, the ham, and me as the third.

As her orgasm approached, her consciousness began to return. When she got up and realized that what was inside her wasn't my finger, but a large ham, her face flushed red. She cursed at me, pinched me hard a few times, and then bit my shoulder before finally stopping.

At this point, my aunt checked her watch; it was almost 2:30. She lost interest in arguing with me about the ham and slid off the table. While urging me to get up, she took off her already stained skirt and wiped her lower body clean in front of me. Then she took out a pair of panties from her bag and put them on. She took her skirt suit off the rack and dressed herself in a few quick movements.

Seeing that I was just staring blankly at her getting dressed without moving, she combed her hair and came over again, grabbed my lower body, and pulled me down: "Get up, it's almost time, we need to go wash up, there will be a lot of people soon."

To be honest, this office lovemaking event holds a very important place in my life. Apart from the argument I had with her here last time, this was the only time I truly enjoyed myself with my aunt in the office. Although it lasted less than an hour and a half from beginning to end, I still want to describe it in detail, leaving no blanks. Please understand, I naturally obeyed and quickly straightened my clothes. I walked over from behind and hugged my aunt, who was bending over to clean the mess on the table. My aunt wiggled her hips, stood up, turned around, and kissed me on the lips: "Be good, quickly go get some water, see if anyone's coming?"

I kissed her back, carefully went to the door, and listened. It was very quiet outside; no one was moving or talking. I composed myself, opened the door, and deliberately carried the basin out casually. I went to the bathroom, got the water, and came back.

After closing the door, I washed a towel and went over to wipe my aunt's face first. My aunt stopped and obediently let me finish wiping her face. I then washed my own face, since it was covered in the fluids my aunt had released.

I was planning to rinse my mouth with some water, but then I remembered that my bag was already there. So I opened my backpack, took out my toothbrush and cup, squeezed some toothpaste onto it, and started brushing my teeth in the basin. By then, my aunt had almost finished tidying up and squatted down in front of me with a mop, saying, "I want to brush too!" I said, "Wait until I'm done!"

My aunt smiled and pressed her mouth against mine, saying, "Brush me now, I'm not waiting!" So I took the toothbrush out of my mouth and put it in my aunt's mouth to brush her teeth a few times. My aunt snatched it back and started brushing herself, then came back and brushed me a couple of times. We joked and laughed, and for a moment, this harmonious feeling filled the office.

Finally, I hid and sat in a chair, watching her clean up the mess. After she finished washing and pouring water, just as she was about to come in, footsteps echoed in the hallway. Several teachers from the same floor were coming from their apartments. My aunt greeted them warmly from outside and chatted for a few moments. One teacher asked her, "You're not late today!" My aunt smiled and replied, "Xiaofeng has an exam tomorrow and leaves this afternoon, so I'm bringing over some things my sister asked him to get." Most of the teachers knew me, so they chuckled and went into their respective offices.

After my aunt came in, she closed the door, quickly checked everything, and only breathed a sigh of relief when she was sure everything was alright. She walked over to me, gently kissed me on the cheek to let me know everything was fine, then sat back in her chair and let me check the things I was supposed to take. Just then, the office door rang, and Ms. Liu, a teacher I was fairly familiar with, walked in. She worked upstairs, and her daughter was also going to the city with me for an exam today. She brought her daughter's bag to my aunt's office, asking us to leave together. I naturally stood up and offered my seat to Ms. Liu, thinking to myself, "Isn't this just to get me to carry her daughter's things? Humph."

My aunt then started instructing me to check my things and not forget anything. I opened my bag and checked, suddenly realizing something was missing. I looked around the desk and found the ham that my aunt had put in the pile of documents she was about to throw away. I grabbed it immediately, and my aunt tried to take it back but didn't dare, just staring at me and saying, "There's so much food already, don't take this."

This time I didn't listen to her and opened my bag to throw it in: "I like ham, Auntie, you know that!" At this moment, Teacher Liu chimed in, "Take it, it's better to have more than less. It can replace dinner. I also packed a lot of food for Xiaoli, you can share it when you get there."

Of course, I had no objection, but a slight blush crossed my aunt's face again. She smoothed her hair with her hand and said, "Whatever you want, it's like I'm afraid you'll eat too much, as long as you don't mind the weight!"

After saying this, she suddenly seemed to realize the grammatical error in her words and laughed awkwardly. I pretended not to understand and continued to pack my things. Fortunately, Teacher Liu was busy packing her daughter's luggage and didn't notice my aunt's awkwardness or understand what she meant, so everything was fine.

When it was time for class, we all gathered at the homeroom teacher's office and had a pep talk. During the break of the first period, a van chartered by the school arrived, and we all prepared to leave. Xiaoli and I went back to my aunt's office to get our luggage, and my aunt and Teacher Liu came out to see us off.

The car started moving, and through the window I saw my aunt and Teacher Liu chatting happily. My mood relaxed, and my body felt completely liberated today; I truly felt light and refreshed.

I'm sure I won't forget everything my aunt did to see me off today. Although she's been holding back a bit these past few months, I'm not angry at all. As her aunt, we're already very close, and I should be content with her treating me this way! My

next step is to hope for a good result in this exam. As for my future with my aunt, that's not something I should be thinking about now.

Just as I was lost in thought, the car left the town where the school was located and entered the main road leading to the county seat. The homeroom teacher and the driver were chatting in the front, while the nine of us in the back were familiarly exchanging information about how our preparations were going.

I didn't feel like talking; my mind was still reminiscing about all the good things about being with my aunt. My few good friends who I usually hang out with aren't very good at studying, so they didn't come to the exam. I don't know many people on the bus. The other classmates I have now are all my usual competitors, and I can't be bothered with them.

Just as I was lost in my own little world, Xiaoli, sitting next to me, nudged me with her elbow and handed me the snacks she had already opened. Remembering her mother's instructions, I couldn't refuse, so I started chatting with her casually.

To be honest, Xiaoli is quite pretty, a very charming girl, and we were in the same class throughout junior high. Plus, her mother, Teacher Liu, and her aunt have a good relationship, so we're pretty familiar with each other. But we're not in the same social group. I have a few close friends I hang out with often, while she hangs out with a few other girls, and everyone says she's dating the class monitor from Class Two. So, being from out of town, I usually don't bother her. But now that we're sitting together, and with Teacher Liu and her aunt looking after us, and since I'm not some self-proclaimed genius, I know I should maintain a good relationship with my 　　classmate

. 　　[End of Part 1]

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