Xingyu, your aunt will never make the same mistake with you again.

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Author: kingbaby
Posted on the forum on March 4, 2017
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Xingyu is my sister's son. He's 26 years old this year and just got married last week, entering a new stage of his life
. As his aunt, I'm certainly happy for him and wish him well, but I also feel a little lonely because Xingyu and I
had an "improper" relationship for eight years, until two years ago when he started dating a
girlfriend he could cherish for a lifetime. Perhaps I should also start a new chapter in my life, step out of that secret period,
and find a man who treats me well to live a peaceful and ordinary life.
Why did I put "improper" in quotes? Because "improper" is a worldly view. As
for what is proper or improper, everyone's understanding is different. Anyway, I think my relationship with Xingyu can only be described as wrong. It
's like playing cards. Playing cards is gambling, and gambling itself is wrong, but would you admit that the money you win playing cards
is illegitimate income? I think you wouldn't.
The story begins ten years ago. That year, my husband tragically passed away young from stomach cancer,
shattering our once happy and fulfilling family life. My in-laws insisted on taking care of their grandson, and I couldn't
persuade them otherwise, so I agreed to let them live with us. However, due to our vastly different lifestyles, conflicts between my in-laws and me were constant.
After six months, I couldn't take it anymore and asked them if I could take care of my son, Xiaobao, by myself. They firmly refused
. I understood their pain at losing their son in their later years; Xiaobao, their only grandson, had undoubtedly become their greatest
source of emotional support. They truly loved Xiaobao dearly, and Xiaobao didn't want to leave them either. With no other choice, I had to
temporarily compromise.
Just then, my workplace offered me a transfer to Hefei for further training, and I agreed without hesitation. I thought to myself, "
If you two want to take care of your grandson, then so be it!" Heartlessly leaving my five-year-old son behind, I went to Hefei alone.
Back then, I couldn't drive, so I always traveled between Chaohu and Hefei by bus, a journey that took over two hours each way. I usually
only went back to Chaohu to see my son on Saturday afternoons and took the last bus back to Hefei for work on Sunday evenings.
Fortunately, my older sister lived in Hefei, and her home became my refuge. My sister was ten years older than me;
three of her older siblings had passed away during those ten years, leaving my parents with only the two of us daughters. From a young age, my sister took great care
of me, showering me with love just like our parents did, so our relationship was naturally very close. My
sister's son, Xingyu, was a handsome and somewhat refined young man. Xingyu's academic performance was excellent; he
earned his way into top schools from elementary to middle and middle to high school through his own merit, making him highly favored by his teachers. He
had no flaws, except that he seemed a bit introverted and didn't talk much. During my studies in Hefei, I stayed at
my sister's house, sharing a room with Xingyu—though we each slept in separate beds. My sister's task for me was
to talk to Xingyu more often and guide his somewhat withdrawn personality. I'm naturally attracted to younger, more attractive men,
and Xingyu is someone I've watched grow up; he likes to communicate with me about things, so we get along very well.
On a side note, why can't some parents manage their relationships with their children well? Why are children disobedient?
To a large extent, it's because parents are too bureaucratic, always adopting a domineering attitude in their words and actions. Would you rather
be your child's friend or their boss? Children, of course, want you to be their friend, because only friends
will they truly confide in.
For a long time after losing my husband and child, I only used work to numb myself. Although I
was physically and mentally exhausted after work every day, I felt fulfilled. I didn't have many friends in Hefei, and my nightlife outside of work was rather monotonous. Occasionally I'd
have dinner with colleagues, but most of the time I'd go straight to my sister's house. That year, Xingyu was in his first year of high school, his studies weren't so
demanding, and he had more free time in the evenings. We often closed our bedroom doors and chatted until late at night. I discovered that Xingyu wasn't
truly introverted; he was the reserved type. Before you became his friend, he might be completely silent
, but once you got to know him, he'd talk about anything. My sister inherited my mother
's authoritarian style and couldn't bring herself to communicate with Xingyu, which caused tension in their relationship.
After spending some time with Xingyu at my sister's house, I gradually noticed that his gaze towards me was sometimes off—
a woman's intuition. For example, when I took off my stockings before washing my feet one night, I unintentionally saw Xingyu staring intently at
me. Although it wasn't a private matter, his expression seemed very unnatural, not simply the way he looked at
an elder. I suddenly realized that Xingyu had grown up, and I couldn't
judge his inner world with the same eyes I would a child. From then on, I started paying attention to my clothing, especially when I was alone with Xingyu in a
room at night. I still wore a bra, and quietly took it off after turning off the lights to sleep.
Sometimes it's like that; the more guarded you are, the more curious he becomes. Xingyu and I share a wardrobe,
each using half, so my clothes, including my underwear, are no secret to him. Several
Sunday nights, after returning to Hefei from Chaohu, I went to the wardrobe to get a change of underwear before showering and found my underwear,
bra, stockings, etc., had been rummaged through, though not obviously. I know what I put away.
It wasn't until one night when I changed my bra and left it in the laundry tub without washing it, and the next day at noon
I found dried traces of an unknown liquid inside the bra cups, that I realized the situation was serious. Adults
know what that stuff is. I guessed it was Xingyu who did it. My brother-in-law is a respectable old scholar,
eight years older than my sister; he would never do something so trivial.
I panicked. How to deal with this nephew who is going through puberty, growing up, and going through a rebellious phase?
I had absolutely no experience. Moving out of my sister's house to escape and stop Xingyu's inappropriate thoughts wasn't the best solution; it would likely
only be a temporary fix. So what should I do? I thought of asking my best friend, Qiqi. Qiqi was my classmate for six years in middle school
, and we both went to the same medical school. After graduation, we were both assigned back to Chaohu, so we're like sisters
, sharing secrets without any reservations. Qiqi said it's normal for young boys these days to have these kinds of thoughts;
the information they have access to is incomparable to what people had ten or twenty years ago. However, sex education in schools
is lagging far behind the times. It's precisely because of this lack of sex education that these young boys haven't truly experienced...
He's only curious about women because he's seen them. But once he's seen them, understood them,
and knows them well, he'll realize it's nothing special, nothing mysterious. It's like the honeymoon phase
; the passion fades, and they slowly become like an old married couple dealing with the mundane realities of life. Besides, if he were to
mess around with female classmates, wouldn't that be even more serious? Don't forget, young girls these days aren't exactly innocent either.
What Qiqi said seemed reasonable, but was she implying I should accept the challenge? I found it
unbelievable. Qiqi is usually outspoken and bold, and sometimes even I disagree with her ways. After hearing her words, I
felt completely lost. I think I should just hold back and observe, especially not let my sister know,
otherwise she'll resort to violence, which wouldn't be good for Xingyu's physical and mental development.
Unbeknownst to me, my husband has been gone for a whole year. Little Bao is growing up healthy under the loving care of my in-laws
, and I'm gradually emerging from the shadow of losing my beloved. Some of my friends started introducing me to potential partners, but I felt it
wasn't the right time and politely declined them all. I've been living at my older sister's house for about six months now. Aside from being more careful with my underwear
, Xingyu and I have gotten along fine; after all, he's introverted and timid.
Perhaps it was fate! One weekend I went back to Chaohu, and Qiqi invited me to her house. When I entered her bedroom,
I was shocked to see a pile of adult toys on the bedside table. I felt incredibly embarrassed. I'd only
ever glanced at them when I passed by sex shops; I never imagined someone I knew actually used such things! Qiqi
was horrified when she saw me and rushed over, saying, "You're so out of touch! What era are we living in? Don't look at
me with those feudalistic eyes!" I said, "Don't you have a boyfriend? Why do you still use these?" She said that guy's been busy lately, she only saw him
two or three times a week, and besides, his performance wasn't great, so she figured she could just do it herself. She asked how I solved my problems
, and even asked if my nephew helped me! I said, "You're completely insane! How could that be!" Seeing I was a little angry
, she apologized repeatedly, pulling me to sit down while continuing her rambling. She said, "We've all been through this.
You have to be more open-minded. Even emperors in ancient times had incestuous relationships, and it was commonplace. How much more so
in the open 21st century? As long as you pay attention to personal hygiene and precautions, and treat the little guy as a
talking masturbation tool, that's all that matters! If you don't tell him, who will know?" After listening to this crazy woman
's nonsense, I was both amused and exasperated. I was angry at myself for making such a bad friend! I don't know why, but since hearing Qiqi's "fallacies" and returning to Hefei, I 　　've become less wary
of Xingyu . Maybe Xingyu is just naturally likable. Who would dislike a 　　child who gets good grades, is obedient, and is good-looking? As for Qiqi's mention of incestuous relationships among ancient emperors, I inexplicably went online to look it up. 　　It turns out there were indeed some emperors who went down in history having affairs with their aunts, nieces, and even their own mothers, yet they 　　weren't ridiculed by posterity. The romantic affair between Emperor Xuanzong of Tang and his daughter-in-law Yang Guifei is even considered a beautiful story. My worldview 　　began to be overturned. 　　Frankly, for a year after my husband passed away, I had almost no sexual thoughts. 　　I wasn't trying to be a chaste widow; it's just that my husband was the person I loved most, and I simply couldn't convince myself 　　to accept another man into my body in such a short time. Now, a year has passed, and my friends have all advised me to 　　move on from my grief and give myself a new future. I think it's time to pull myself together again. As Qiqi said, 　　this is no longer an era of absolute chastity. 　　So I started paying attention to my appearance again; after all, I'm only in my early thirties, the prime of a woman's 　　life. Xingyu noticed my change. I often saw him staring at my thighs and 　　chest with strange looks. At this point, I no longer had the thought of avoiding him. Instead, I felt that being appreciated by a young man 　　meant I wasn't old yet! That year, Xingyu was sixteen, the most beautiful time of his life. Although he was handsome and 　　had fair skin, he wasn't tall and was rather thin, making him an easily endearing character. Because Xiaobao and I lived in different 　　places, I could only see my son one or two days a week. So, the rest of the time, I poured all my maternal love onto Xingyu. 　　I bought him clothes, sneakers, snacks, and anything else I could afford. Even my sister thought I spoiled 　　him too much. I joked, "Are you jealous and afraid I'll take Xiaoyu away?" 　　The more I loved Xingyu, the closer "danger" got. One night, my older sister and brother-in-law weren't 　　home. I was taking a shower in the bathroom when I vaguely heard light footsteps outside the door. In a panic, I shouted, " 　　Who is it?" Actually, this question was unnecessary. Who else could it be but Xingyu? Xingyu panicked and said, "Auntie, I 　　have diarrhea, I can't hold it in anymore." My sister's house originally had two bathrooms, but the smaller one 　　was converted into a storage room during renovations. I felt bad about making him go to the public restroom downstairs, so 　　I hurriedly put on a bathrobe without even drying myself, then opened the door and let the little devil in. Xingyu slowly squatted down and took off his pants while scanning my 　　body up and down. I quickly turned around, walked out of the bathroom, and closed the door, wondering if the child was 　　doing it on purpose. 　　Outside the bathroom, although I was wrapped in a bathrobe, I was soaking wet, water droplets constantly dripping onto the floor 　　. Waiting for ten minutes felt like sitting on pins and needles. Why is this child taking so long? I got impatient and urged him to come out quickly; I 　　still needed to shower! Xingyu agreed verbally, but then dawdled for another five minutes before hurriedly emerging. When I 　　returned to the bathroom and closed the door, I discovered that the bra hanging behind the door had been tampered with by the little devil. It had been lying horizontally before 　　, but now it was vertical. I touched the center of the inside of the cup with my thumb and found a liquid that looked like saliva. I was both 　　ashamed and annoyed; this kid was so mischievous! 　　Taking off my bathrobe and turning on the shower again, I couldn't help but examine my body. Thankfully, my waist hadn't 　　gotten fat, and my breasts were still proudly erect, proving that I was indeed still very young. As the steam filled the air, the vanity mirror became 　　the most seductive screen in that moment. Unconsciously, I reached for my breasts, then for my private parts… A long- 　　awaited act of masturbation felt like rain after a drought, giving me a brief moment of satisfaction. 　　Returning to the bedroom, I saw Xingyu sitting on his bed, pretending to be calm while reading a book. I felt a little uneasy, unsure…

Not knowing what to say, I went to bed early. Around ten o'clock, my older sister and the others returned, and I finally breathed
a sigh of relief and fell asleep peacefully. After about two hours, I vaguely heard
rustling sounds in the room. I opened my eyes and saw a faint light, probably from the laptop. I turned over and
looked at Xingyu's bedside—good heavens! I couldn't believe my eyes! This kid was
masturbating in front of a sexy female celebrity on the computer! I think I blushed furiously, because this was the first time in my life I'd ever seen a man masturbate
. Later, Qiqi told me it's called "hitting a hand," and men call it "masturbating."
My heart pounded. Although I had suspected Xingyu had masturbated using my underwear before,
I was still quite shocked when he appeared before me naked from the waist down in this "live broadcast." This child is usually
so well-behaved and sensible; it's unbelievable how complicated his thoughts are behind the scenes. Couldn't you have done this when your aunt wasn't home,
away from her? I was so embarrassed to see you like this! I closed my eyes silently. Should I
tell my older sister and the others? I didn't know what to do. That night I thought a lot, and ultimately I thought
it was all because of puberty. Like Qiqi said, the information young boys have access to now is
incomparable to what it was ten or twenty years ago. Besides, everyone is young and ignorant. I slept very restlessly in the middle of the night,
sometimes dreaming of the loving moments on my honeymoon with my husband, sometimes dreaming of Qiqi and Xingyu together—ugh,
just so filthy images.
Two weeks later, on Saturday, my brother-in-law's 50th birthday completely changed the course of my life. My brother-in-law is a university
professor with students all over the world. That day, there were many guests, including his colleagues, students, and various relatives and friends.
At noon, I helped my sister entertain at the hotel and drank quite a bit. It wasn't until 3 PM, when the guests had left and some were playing cards, that
I dragged my weary body back to my sister's house. Xingyu opened the door for me. Seeing that I was unsteady on my feet, he quickly
helped me to bed. Although I was drunk, I was still conscious. From the door to the bedroom, Xingyu
took advantage of me the whole time. Shouldn't he be supporting my back when helping me? He was supporting my buttocks. After laying me down, he took off
my high heels, but his hands wouldn't let go of my feet, fondling them carelessly. Because my feet were tired from standing in high heels all day
, his touch actually made me feel comfortable, and I immediately felt sleepy.
Seeing an opportunity, Xingyu could no longer suppress his long-planned lust. He climbed onto the bed without a sound and
began carefully unbuttoning the cheongsam. I could feel him, but I was so sleepy that I didn't think
much of it with my eyes closed. It wasn't until he had completely unbuttoned the cheongsam and pounced on me like a hungry tiger, his hands roughly kneading my breasts, that
I suddenly realized danger had finally arrived. I tried to break free from Xingyu's advances, but the more I struggled
, the more excited he seemed. I weakly pushed him away, pleading, "Xingyu, stop! I'm your
aunt! Please don't do anything like this!" Xingyu was now completely obsessed and couldn't stop. He held my
hands down, muttering incessantly, "I know you're my aunt, Auntie has missed you for so long, Auntie, give yourself to me!
Auntie, you're so beautiful! Auntie, I can't resist!" As he spoke, he pressed his head between my breasts,
rubbing against them repeatedly. He freed one hand to unhook my bra, and I took the opportunity to cover my breasts. But then he used his other
hand to touch my genitals, and I quickly tried to pull his hand away. His groping was overwhelming.
This kid, despite his small size, had surprisingly strong hands, and his legs pinned me down like a vise,
rendering me immobile. Already quite drunk, I was exhausted after only a few minutes of resistance.
I wanted to scream for help, but I worried that if I alerted the neighbors or even the police, Xingyu's future would be ruined.
Remembering what Qiqi had said, I steeled myself and decided to give in this time, even if it meant never doing it again.
Seeing my resistance weakening, Xingyu's movements became much more efficient, quickly removing my upper
body's "armor." My breasts were exposed, and Xingyu, like a monkey, cupped them,
rubbing and licking them, switching sides. His breathing was rapid, almost labored,
and his hands trembled. To be honest, his haphazard assault on my breasts made me very uncomfortable. My hands
still symbolically waved and patted his shoulders.
Xingyu completely ignored my feelings, sucking on my nipples like a baby smacking its lips
looking for milk. I should have felt humiliated, but at this moment I felt pity, even a little excited.
Perhaps it was because it had been too long since a man had touched me. Even the proudest woman has a day when she submits to a man. Xingyu
licked my breasts for a long time, then came to kiss my lips. I turned my face to the side to avoid his kiss, but he took the opportunity to kiss my
cheek, saying in a slightly trembling voice, "Auntie, you smell so good. Auntie, I've liked you for a long, long time."
After all this, I was exhausted, and the alcohol was taking effect, making me incredibly hot. Xingyu was also
covered in sweat. He quickly stripped himself naked, and then stripped me completely naked as well. When he removed my
stockings and then ripped off my last shred of modesty—my underwear—I completely succumbed. I never imagined that Qiqi's
joke would come true. Xingyu buried his head in my pubic hair, his tongue licking from top to
bottom like he was licking ice cream. As the ice cream melted, my juices flowed out. I had forgotten that
this little boy was my own nephew, and I began to shed my ladylike facade, moaning uncontrollably. Even now, I
find those moans lewd.
When Xingyu inserted his already erect penis into my vagina, my whole body trembled. But he was
inexperienced; just as he was about to thrust, his penis slipped out. He straightened it and went back in, and my body immediately went
limp. My lower body writhed helplessly with each thrust, his movements sometimes fast, sometimes slow, making
me feel very uncomfortable. He's still just a kid!
I couldn't help but recall my first time with my husband. His technique was clearly not on the same level as his.
Now I realized that my husband must have had other women before me. With this strange thought, I no longer felt
restrained. My arms involuntarily tightened around Xingyu's back, and I actively responded to his thrusts. Xingyu was undoubtedly
startled by my sudden action. He paused for a few seconds, then immediately increased the force of his thrusts.
And frequency. I don't know if it was because I was tight down there, but his moans were louder than mine, like trying to pry open a rock
, always just a little bit too much force. Actually, at this moment, what I was most worried about was that my older sister and her family would suddenly come
home and witness this shameful scene. As the saying goes, there's always gossip around a widow's door, let alone the fact that the person I was having sex with was my
nephew. If my older sister and her family found out, would they forgive me?
Gradually, I felt that Xingyu's stamina was clearly failing. It was his first time, so it was
normal that he didn't know how to properly allocate his energy. He was still muttering "Auntie, I love you, Auntie, I love you" to himself, but his penis had slowly gone soft
. I was secretly glad that he hadn't ejaculated; he must have been too nervous. When he withdrew his penis and collapsed on the bed,
I hadn't actually reached orgasm yet. However, it had been a long time since I had enjoyed sex. Although the process wasn't satisfactory, as Qiqi
said, I should just treat him as a sex toy; it's better than masturbating!
After finishing hastily, I felt dizzy and inexplicably uncomfortable. The physical excitement quickly
faded, and I was immediately filled with regret. I deeply regretted not resisting to the end; perhaps if I had persisted a little longer, Xingyu would have stopped
, and the mistake wouldn't have happened. Xingyu, who had been lying there for two minutes, perhaps realizing the gravity of his mistake, suddenly
sprang out of bed, tumbling and crawling away without even closing the bedroom door. With a thud, I realized Xingyu
had closed the security door and left. I forced myself to get out of bed, closed and locked the bedroom door, and returned
to bed. I had no strength left. In an instant, resentment, grievance, fear, regret… all
the negative emotions surged into my heart, and tears streamed down my face uncontrollably.
Later, I don't know when I fell asleep, but I was awakened by my older sister's knocking. Around nine o'clock, I
sat up weakly, only to realize I was still completely naked. I quickly put on a bathrobe and went to
open the door for my older sister. She thanked me for helping them greet the guests that day and asked if I was hungry. I stammered, not knowing
what I was saying. She then asked where Xingyu was. I said I didn't know, and she said he hadn't gone to the hotel for dinner,
and no one answered his phone. That night, Xingyu didn't come home all night—the first time in over ten years he hadn't returned home
. My sister was terrified, making calls everywhere. At two in the morning, Xingyu called back saying he was at a classmate's house, and my
sister finally relaxed. Actually, I was quite nervous too, because I was worried that if something happened to Xingyu,
I would be held responsible.
The next morning, I woke up hungry before six. While my sister and the others were still asleep, I took a shower,
and felt much refreshed. I've come to terms with it. Things between men and women are actually quite normal; it's just that this time the victim was
my own nephew. Although the methods were unconventional, at least I didn't suffer any loss. I quickly finished breakfast and took
a bus back to Chaohu. I spent half the day at home with Xiaobao, feeling like I owed him so much, but because I was
preoccupied, I couldn't feel happy around him.
They say family scandals shouldn't be aired in public, but I can't keep things to myself. If I have something on my mind, I feel terrible if I don't confide in someone
. In the afternoon, I met Qiqi in a quiet spot in the garden downstairs and
told her everything that had happened yesterday, asking her what I should do. Who knew Qiqi would say, "Go report him to the police! Report him for rape!" I said
, "Don't be ridiculous. I don't want to ruin Xingyu and my sister's family." She said, "That's settled then. What else can you do? Sleeping
with someone doesn't matter. Don't worry about ethics and morality." Life is short, so we should enjoy it while we can. If he's
happy, you're happy too, so why not? Your field has been lying idle for so long; whether it's plowed by an ox, a horse, or
a person, it should be plowed by now. If you don't sow seeds, nothing will grow. Qiqi's analogies are always so
absurd, sounding like strange tales, but upon closer examination, they're actually quite reasonable. After Qiqi's guidance,
my thoughts suddenly became clear. I decided that when I returned to Hefei, I must find an opportunity to have a good talk with Xingyu.
To avoid an awkward meeting with Xingyu, I made excuses not to stay at my sister's house for the next few days. On Friday
, I texted Xingyu and asked him to meet me at the reservoir behind his school. When we met, I noticed he seemed a little nervous,
so I didn't say much. I just walked with him around half the reservoir until we were in a secluded spot before pulling him to sit down.
I earnestly talked to him about hygiene, the importance of studying, and that he had a long life ahead of him,
and he shouldn't let physical urges ruin his bright future. As I spoke, Xingyu remained silent.
But the moment I finished, he suddenly knelt before me, crying and begging me not to tell his parents. He
shamelessly declared he liked me, begged me not to leave him, and even threatened to jump into the reservoir if I ignored him
. I was both angry and amused. This kid watches too many dramas! I said, "This time I promise I won't tell
your mom, but if you dare to do anything reckless again, I'll disown you as my nephew." To prevent him from doing anything foolish,
I softened my tone, saying I would continue to live with him until my studies in Hefei were over. Hearing this,
Xingyu immediately stopped crying and smiled, his expression one of relief, instantly melting my heart. I said, "From now on, you absolutely
must focus on your studies. Any other ideas can wait until you get into a top university." As soon as I said it, I regretted it.
"Any other ideas" was tantamount to condoning his foolish behavior last week, even hinting at "next
time." I quickly changed the subject to cover up the slip of the tongue.
For a while afterward, Xingyu behaved himself, and we continued to share a room, pretending
nothing was wrong in front of my older sister. Summer vacation arrived in the blink of an eye, and Xingyu did as well as always, ranking fifth in the entire grade. Our
whole family was happy for him. However, even though they were on vacation, we at the medical service unit still had to work, no matter how hot it was!
In the past, when Xingyu was in school, he left earlier than me every day, so I still had some personal space to change clothes before work
. But now that they were on vacation and didn't have to get up so early, changing clothes had become a problem. If
it were before, I wouldn't have been so careful; I could just turn my back to my nephew and get it done. But since that accident
, I had to be more cautious and try to avoid exposing sensitive areas in front of Xingyu. So I had to go to the bathroom
to change, but the bathroom wasn't very convenient. First, my brother-in-law and the others needed to use it, and second,
I wasn't used to wearing stockings while standing (our perverted female director stipulated that all female employees must wear long stockings with skirts, unless you wear trousers).
Every morning before work felt like a battle. Not only did I have to time my bathroom trip perfectly, but I also had to be quick.
As the old saying goes, it's not the thief you should fear, but the one who's always watching you; you can guard against them day and night, but it's hard 　　to guard against a thief in your own home. With
more free time during the holidays, Xingyu's little schemes started working again. He knew I didn't like changing clothes in the bathroom, so every morning he pretended to be asleep, hoping to lower my guard. Unaware of his intentions, I observed him for a few days and genuinely believed 　　he was a sound sleeper. Feeling lazy, I simply sat on my bed as usual, taking off my pajamas, 　　putting on my underwear, skirt, and stockings. Little did I know, a pair of cunning eyes were watching me intently. 　　I was careless, giving Xingyu too much room for imagination. His mischievous mind worked as fast as he did when solving math problems 　　. Although smartphones weren't widespread then, their cameras were already quite advanced, and Xingyu had 　　a high-resolution Samsung phone. This little devil actually took pictures of me changing clothes! Not only did he take pictures, but he also recorded 　　videos. How did I find out? He uploaded the pictures and videos to his laptop. One time, when he wasn't 　　home, I urgently needed to download materials from Baidu Wenku, so I borrowed his computer. In the recently viewed files, 　　I accidentally saw myself shirtless! I was absolutely furious! How could this brat be 　　so incorrigible! 　　That night, I confronted him about why he was taking pictures of me without my consent at such a young age, and demanded he 　　delete everything from his phone immediately, or I would tell your mother next door. Xingyu hurriedly apologized and knelt down again, 　　saying, "Auntie, you are so, so perfect! I just wanted to keep a memento so I could look at it every day." I was speechless 　　. Was it my fault for being good-looking? I was so angry I wanted to slap him. Then, I don't know where Xingyu 　　got the courage, he suddenly changed his tune, grinning and saying, "Auntie, if you don't let me see, I 　　'll show you to the whole world." The implication was that he wanted to post those pictures and videos online and embarrass me. He acted like he had nothing 　　to lose, saying he'd still take me even if I told my mom. 　　Because of the infamous "photo scandal" that shocked the nation earlier that year, actresses like Cecilia Cheung and Gillian Chung were unfortunately 　　implicated, their explicit photos circulating widely online. So when Xingyu threatened me, 　　he hit my weak spot. I'm a proud person, and I was genuinely afraid he'd do something desperate. If my photos 　　were posted online, wouldn't that be a death sentence? Thinking about this, I softened. I could only coax him into 　　deleting the photos first, and then we'd figure out what to do next. Seeing he had the upper hand, Xingyu wouldn't let it go. He said he'd 　　give me his phone so I could delete them myself, but he claimed he had backups, and I had to give him another copy before he'd hand them all over 　　. 　　Wasn't this a bottomless pit? If he didn't hand them over, wouldn't I be completely at his mercy 　　? I said, "Can't we talk this out instead of tearing each other apart?" "Believe it or not, I'll go to the police station and report you tomorrow." Xingyu 　　was a little scared, but still unwilling to give up, he kept bargaining with me, saying, "Auntie, I really like you. I promise it 　　won't affect my studies. I promise to keep it a secret forever. Just consider it a reward for my exam results!" Actually, I 　　was just bluffing him. How could I bear to report him? Not for any other reason than that he's my older sister's only son. 　　Seeing his sincere attitude, and truly not wanting to ruin his future, I ridiculously nodded, which was tacit 　　approval. 　　While I was taking the phone from his hand and deleting things, I was thinking about how to end this. At this moment, my older sister knocked on 　　the door. Xingyu went to open the door. My older sister asked if we were arguing and scolded Xingyu for being willful. I looked at Xingyu, and 　　he secretly put his hand behind his back and made a "don't say" gesture, which was like begging for mercy. I told my sister that we were just 　　arguing about the plot of a TV series. The current mainland dramas are really unreliable. My older sister didn't ask any more questions and went back to her room to sleep. 　　I glared at Xingyu, pointed at the wall, and said, "If you're afraid of your mom, you should tone it down." 　　Then I laid down three rules for him: First, I'm your elder, and you should learn to show me at least basic respect. From now 　　on, you're not allowed to rummage through my closet or touch my underwear (mainly because I'm afraid he'll develop a fetish). Your top priority right now 　　is to focus on your studies; you're not allowed to have any wild thoughts or go astray. If you get into the 　　top three in your grade at the end of the semester, then you can come back to me. Also, don't show any overly intimate behavior towards me in front of your parents and relatives; 　　just keep things normal. Xingyu happily agreed. 　　Years later, Xingyu confessed to me that he didn't actually have any extra backups; 　　I had deleted everything on his computer and phone, and he didn't know how to recover it. Poor me, I was constantly worried that Xingyu would use the photos and videos to blackmail 　　me. No wonder Xingyu was so obedient later; without any leverage over me, he was actually insecure. 　　And so, each of us, burdened with our own anxieties, endured the agonizing days until the end of August, just before the start of the new school term. At the end of August, our 　　family received an invitation from my cousin in Wuhan to attend her wedding. I took two days off to accompany my parents 　　. My cousin is the only daughter of our only aunt, and such a joyous occasion definitely warranted our congratulations. 　　We chartered an eight-seater van. There were six of us: my parents, my sister, myself, Xingyu, and the driver 　　(my brother-in-law couldn't go because he was busy with school). My sister, who was familiar with the route from my cousin's house, sat in the front passenger seat. 　　My parents sat in the second row. Xingyu and I were supposed to sit in the third row, but according to local custom, we belonged to 　　the bride's family and were supposed to send four sets of quilts and blankets. These gifts weren't valuable; it was mainly a formality. 　　There wasn't enough space in the back row, so we had to stuff the dowry into the third row, filling it completely. 　　Xingyu and I sat in the very back. 　　The journey to Wuhan takes five or six hours. Xingyu was very restless the whole way, often 　　deliberately leaning against me when the car turned corners. I'd seen through his little tricks long ago. Sure enough, he boldly started 　　touching my thigh. I grabbed his hand, but he grabbed mine with both hands and stroked the back of my hand. I glared 　　at him, but he pretended not to see. Since my parents were in front, I didn't say anything and didn't 　　react much. Unexpectedly, this little devil knew I was hesitant and, taking advantage of the situation, tried to touch my chest. I instinctively 　　pushed him away, but the space was too cramped, and he stuck to me like putty, impossible to shake off. 　　I was wearing a fringed short-sleeved t-shirt, the hem of which was quite loose, and his hand easily slipped inside.

I struggled a few times but couldn't resist, so I surrendered. I don't know what I was thinking at the time. Maybe I was afraid of disturbing
the two elderly people in front of me. Besides, I was the one who made him lose his virginity. If we've done that, what else can't
we do?
Xingyu's fingers were slender, and compared to boys his age, he seemed more scholarly. His movements were very gentle, and his caresses through
my bra sent shivers down my spine. When his fingers slipped inside the bra cup and touched my nipple, my
legs instinctively tightened. The feeling of excitement and nervousness made me feel like I was back in my shy teenage years. Actually
, what I was most worried about was being discovered by the people in front of me. I stared intently at the two elderly people through the gap in the quilt packaging bag. Fortunately
, they didn't notice anything happening behind them. Perhaps they never dreamed that their grandson was such a hypocritical
and sanctimonious man!
Xingyu pushed my bra up, first repeatedly flicking my nipples with his index finger, then, not satisfied,
he used his thumb and forefinger to pinch and gently pull my nipples – a moment that was utterly irresistible.
He was clearly getting more and more excited, starting to use both hands, rubbing and kneading inside, almost making me cry out
. I quickly covered my chest, nudging Xingyu with my elbow, signaling him not to get too carried away, reminding him that his grandparents
and mother were in front of them!
It had been a long, long time since I'd done something so stimulating, with my parents so close, yet I was
"acting up" with my nephew behind their backs. I remembered
a time in college when my first love, a senior, and I had him touch my breasts in the school library. There were other students reading nearby, and we used the bookshelves as
cover, sneaking around and groping… the thrill and the thrill of it were indescribable
. As I was lost in my fantasies, the car entered a tunnel, plunging the cabin into darkness. This
darkness, like the night itself, emboldened Xingyu, who suddenly leaned into my arms, trying to nurse from my breast.
How shameless this child was! I gently slapped him, intending to stop him, but his head, like a cat,
burrowed into my clothes and precisely latched onto one of my breasts.
I consider my bra size to be between a B and a C, which is acceptable, but what I'm most proud of are my nipples
, which are quite prominent when erect. My former husband always admired these two features, saying the feel and sensation were
unparalleled. All crows are black, and this snot-nosed brat, now "working diligently," is probably
infatuated with me because of this. Xingyu circled my breasts with his tongue, licking them in various ways. After finishing, he used the tip of his
tongue to tease my nipples, playing with them like marbles. My nipples were probably harder than his penis
! I had to cover my mouth with one hand and hold his head tightly with the other, my heart pounding.
If the car hadn't had the air conditioning on, I think we would both have been soaked in sweat.
The tunnel only took a few minutes to pass through. When it got light again, I quickly pushed Xingyu's head away, and
he tactfully sat back down. Perhaps we were both guilty and couldn't bear the light, which is why we were afraid of this
bright sunshine, even though it was bright enough that the people ahead couldn't see us. I put my bra back on, pushed my breasts back into the
cups, straightened my slightly disheveled clothes, and then let out a long sigh. Xingyu also smoothed his hair and
looked out the window at the passing scenery as if nothing had happened. But the scenery inside the carriage fascinated him even more. After
less than ten minutes of rest, he touched my thigh again. Through the sheer stockings, his movements were always very gentle, as if
he were handling a delicate work of art. I didn't stop him anymore. But when he reached for my inner thigh, I
had to pull him back. After all, we were in a car. If he really touched my private parts, I couldn't guarantee that no one would notice. What
if he tore my stockings? Besides, it wouldn't be convenient to adjust my underwear and skirt; I wanted to look
presentable for the wedding! Xingyu was a little disappointed, but he didn't force me. He then snuggled against me, his arms
wrapped around one of my arms, and he sweetly closed his eyes.
When we arrived in Wuhan, my cousin arranged for us to stay in a hotel. My parents shared a room, my sister and I shared a room,
and Xingyu shared a room with the driver. Xingyu was very dissatisfied with this arrangement and was in a bad mood all afternoon. Everyone was puzzled,
but only I knew the reason. The wedding was held the following morning. That evening, we visited my cousin's new house—
a detached villa with a parking lot, swimming pool, and backyard—it had everything. My cousin's husband was also handsome and dashing;
I was filled with envy and jealousy! I never imagined that my cousin, who wasn't particularly beautiful, could have such charm and snag such a wealthy husband. In contrast, I
used to have a perfectly happy, comfortable family, but my husband abandoned me halfway through his life, and now I can only look on with
envy.
To thank the guests who had traveled from afar to witness the ceremony, my aunt's family treated us to a lavish meal.
This is a custom in our hometown; for important celebrations, a preparatory banquet is usually held the night before the main banquet, called
"preparation," but its scale is no less than the main banquet. At the hotel, I saw many relatives and friends I hadn't seen in a long time—
elders, childhood friends, and even younger relatives I didn't recognize. We exchanged pleasantries and greetings, and the wine glasses in our hands
naturally became the best props for greeting. I admit, wine doesn't really express respect; it's more like a curse.
That night I drank quite a bit again, about seven-tenths drunk. I could walk fairly steadily, but I had to keep my head down;
if I looked up, my vision would blur. Back at the hotel, I didn't see my parents follow, so I asked my sister. She
said that my aunt had left them in the villa, and that I didn't need to share a room with her; I could stay in
the room originally reserved for my parents. It's good to be alone and have some peace and quiet, so I can be well-rested for the ceremony tomorrow.
What was said in jest was taken seriously. Xingyu, that little rascal, heard the news and, like a cat smelling fish
, sneaked out and knocked on my door. I
had just finished showering and was drying my hair with a towel. I didn't think much of it and opened the door, but I
regretted it immediately. The kid darted in, leaped into the bedroom, and pounced on the bed like a rocket, muttering,
"Auntie, your bed smells so good." I chuckled immediately. I hadn't even touched the hotel bed yet, so what was there to smell?
And even if I had, it wouldn't be mine.
I knew without asking why he'd sneaked in. However, I maintained the decorum expected of an elder.
I asked him why he was here so late instead of sleeping. Xingyu grinned mischievously and said, "I just came to sleep!" I was momentarily
stunned, as if the air had frozen. No matter how I replied, it wouldn't be appropriate. Thinking back on
everything that had happened between Xingyu and me since I moved into my sister's house, this nephew, whom I both loved and hated, was truly my destined
little nemesis; I must have owed him from a past life. He was the one who made me sell my body and soul, betray morality and shame, and become a
woman considered immoral by the world.
I asked him if he had showered yet, and he said no. I casually tossed a dry towel onto the bed, pointed to the bathroom, and said, "Go
and shower quickly." Xingyu understood and happily went into the bathroom. At that moment, my heart was pounding with mixed feelings
. My older sister's room was just a few meters away, and here I was having a secret rendezvous with her precious only son. My conscience was
aching, but my relationship with Xingyu had already progressed to this point, and there was no turning back, at least
not tonight. The thought of Xingyu stealing my time in the car during the day made my blood
boil. A normal woman's sexual desire momentarily overwhelmed my reason.
But even in my drunken state, I knew I was a medical student. My understanding of incest was that it involved a blood-related man and woman having sexual relations
, and the sperm and egg combining to result in the woman becoming pregnant—that was the true meaning of incest. Otherwise, purely physical
contact was merely considered immoral in the eyes of conventional values. To prevent any accidents, I quickly rummaged through drawers
. Luckily, the hotel had the foresight to find condoms in the TV cabinet drawer. Before Xingyu
finished washing up and came out, I turned off the ceiling light and lay down on the bed. It seemed only the darkness of night could conceal my inner
turmoil. If the lights were on, I even felt the television, air conditioner, and cabinets were alive, staring
at a woman who had lost all sense of propriety, as if mocking me.
Xingyu came in, saw the lights were off, and was about to turn them on when I stopped him. He asked why, but I didn't answer. He
said, "Auntie, I want to see you." I told him to just turn on the lamp. And so, under the warm orange light, an unromantic
story unfolded. Xingyu lay down beside me, put his arm around my shoulder, and said, "Auntie, do you know?
I started noticing you when I was ten." I was surprised. He continued, "Before that, you were always the most beautiful woman in my eyes,
but back then it was just simple admiration for an elder. Until I saw you breastfeeding Xiaobao up close, seeing your snow-
white, full breasts, I could never forget you. From then on, you became my only goddess." Now I
suddenly realized that young boys these days really do see women through "colored glasses"! I urge all new mothers,
breastfeeding is indeed a sacred thing, but if there's a boy standing in front of you, don't ignore his presence
.
I can't remember how it started. Xingyu first kissed my cheek, a
very ordinary gesture of courtesy from a younger person to an elder. Then his actions became rougher. Inexperienced as he was, he
kissed my mouth, or rather, licked it with his tongue, trying to pry open my lips and slip inside. I didn't
stick out my tongue to meet his, so he swirled it between my lips. His saliva was slightly sweet, and I couldn't resist the
unique fragrance of a young man emanating from him, so I finally willingly surrendered my tongue. Once our tongues were intertwined
, I became more proactive because I understood the pleasure of French kissing better than he did. I've always believed that when a
woman is willing to offer her tongue to a man, there's nothing she can't give.
After the kiss, I was completely dazed, with only one thought in my mind: close my eyes. Xingyu lay on
top of me, his hands trembling as he untied my clothes. In the soft light, he gazed for a moment at his most desired
spot—my breasts—before plunging his head into my cleavage, rubbing his hands between my breasts. His scalp,
like a feather duster, teased my sensitive nerves, the tingling sensation making me desperately want him to do
something more stimulating.
As expected, Xingyu's hands quickly and firmly grasped my breasts, kneading them wantonly, and my breasts immediately
became firm. His thumb, index finger, middle finger, ring finger, and pinky finger took turns flicking my nipples. When
he pinched both nipples with both hands simultaneously, repeatedly grinding them with his thumb and forefinger, I suddenly groaned
. My nipples, uncooperatively, stood erect, exactly the situation he wanted. Xingyu cupped my left breast in both hands,
took my nipple into his mouth, and sucked on it relentlessly with his tongue. When my nipple was as hard as it could possibly be,
he held it firmly with his lips and pulled it back forcefully. As the nipple slipped from his mouth, before I could even recover, he
took it in with his teeth and gently bit it… The continuous biting of my breast was genuinely painful, but I dared not pull away
. The feeling of pain mixed with desire was intoxicating. When he finished licking my right breast with the same routine, I suddenly felt like the whole world
was mine.
Xingyu's tongue traversed the lower edge of my breast, while his hands were naturally busy, constantly
circling and teasing my areolas, playing with the two rubies. His licking made me feel uncomfortable all over, especially on my sides,
the places I hate being tickled. I writhed like a water snake. When he reached my pubic area, he
innocently asked, "Auntie, why is it so wet here?" That was the love fluid that flowed from below when my nipples were most aroused.
How could I possibly tell him? I just said it wasn't urine, it was our woman's "sperm." Xingyu didn't care about
any of that. He just spread my labia with both hands. Maybe the light wasn't good enough, because he examined it for a long time, like
a child squatting on the ground watching ants move their nest. It was just a hole, but this small hole had
captivated countless men.
Xingyu didn't know anything about flirting. He only licked my clitoris a few times before eagerly aiming at my private parts and inserting his penis.
He was probably so swollen he couldn't stand it anymore! I was distracted for a moment and almost forgot the most important part. He
stirred it around inside for a bit before I suddenly realized and hurriedly took a condom from under the pillow and put it on him. Xingyu had no
sense of safety. He thought it was too tight and uncomfortable and wanted to take it off, but I stopped him. I didn't want to spoil the fun, but I
had to stay calm when necessary, otherwise no one could bear the responsibility. Xingyu continued to climb on top of me,
thrusting his rock-hard member straight into the heart of the matter, soon becoming breathless. Although I was gradually getting into the mood, I
couldn't help but compare him to my husband; Xingyu was clearly far inferior, and he felt like he was only scratching an itch through a boot
.
The more I thought about it, the more I felt I couldn't stand idly by any longer. On impulse, I sat up, rolled over, and
pinned Xingyu beneath me. The emotions I'd suppressed for so long finally erupted. I wonder if all seemingly
elegant and demure ladies do something completely unexpectedly wanton when they need to release their pent-up energy? I
straddled Xingyu, swaying my body back and forth at my own rhythm, sometimes twisting my hips in rhythmic circles,
controlling the depth of my thrusts—it felt incredibly pleasurable. Xingyu stared at me, dumbfounded; I
'll never forget that silly expression. He must have been thinking, "Is this really the same aunt he knows, the one who can be so dignified and intimidating
?"
Xingyu probably wasn't content to be subdued by me; he must have been secretly gathering his strength while he was on the bottom. Taking advantage of my momentary lapse in attention, he
rolled over and straddled me again. I thought he was at his limit, but he had plenty of stamina left,
thrusting into me until I felt like I was floating on air. The room echoed with our moans and gasps. I wonder if the
TV, air conditioner, and cabinets felt ashamed? My breasts swayed up and down with Xingyu's rhythm.
Even the dim light from the lamp was dazzling. When Xingyu got tired, he leaned down and kissed my nipples.
Looking at his still-youthful, handsome face, I felt incredibly satisfied
and proud, as if I had conquered all the young heartthrobs in China.
Originally there to observe the wedding, I ended up in the bridal chamber a day before the bride.
I slept exceptionally well that night; it was the happiest night I'd had since my husband passed away.
I didn't wake up until after nine the next morning. When I got up, that little devil was already gone. After washing up, I opened the door.
Xingyu was standing next to my older sister, about to knock on the door to wake me. Luckily, I made it in time for the wedding. The wedding was held on the lawn; it
was very romantic. I envied him, but I didn't yearn for it, because I'd reached an awkward age. Even if I remarried in the future,
I wouldn't be able to walk down the aisle in such a magnificent wedding dress again. Besides, I still
have a little devil following me around.
After school started in September, Xingyu and his classmates were divided into science and humanities classes. Xingyu entered the top science class, and the school stipulated that all day
students must be transferred to boarding school and placed under closed management. They could only
go home for half a day each Sunday afternoon, and at that time I usually went back to Chaohu. So the number of times I saw Xingyu became very few
. After the end of the semester, I left Hefei and my sister's house. After being separated, Xingyu and I still
maintained close contact. I told him that my promise had not changed. As long as he could get into the top three in the final exam, he
could come to see me anytime. In this way, I encouraged my nephew with my actions, and Xingyu lived up to expectations,
always ranking first or second in every exam until he got into university. Of course, I also kept my promise.
With Xingyu's ability, it wouldn't be difficult for him to get into Tsinghua or Peking University, but he chose a school in Nanjing. He said that this way,
he could see me in just three hours when he missed me. I was deeply moved, but I knew that the intimacy between aunt and nephew
couldn't last long. He would eventually start his own family, and I would still have to face my parents and
older sister, unless we were completely ruthless towards each other. Afterwards, I tried to make friends with men, but each time the relationship
fell apart because I refused to have sex with them. I don't know why, but I always felt that these men were purely
after my body, not truly in love with me, so I felt insecure.
Until one day two years ago, Xingyu called to tell me he had a girlfriend. At that moment, I felt a chill run
through me, my heart icy cold. I was devastated for a long time before I realized that this ill-fated relationship should end. On my
fortieth birthday, I turned down all my friends and family and traveled alone to Nanjing to meet Xingyu. I pretended to be calm and
sincerely analyzed the current situation and future prospects with him. I said it was time for us to go back to square one. By this
time, Xingyu had graduated from university and was working part-time at his girlfriend's father's company while pursuing further studies. He had matured
considerably and become more rational. Although he was reluctant to part, he knew how to weigh the pros and cons. He promised never to have a physical relationship with me again
and would keep this secret for life.
That night, we made love for the last time. Xingyu was very enthusiastic, but I could feel that the passion had faded, and he even seemed to be just going through the motions. Perhaps he was starting to think I was too old in the throes of new love, or perhaps I was just his sexual awakening teacher. As for me, Xingyu was more like a transitional figure in my life, a bittersweet little pleasure in my life.
I've been writing for almost a week now; this is quite an epic.

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