The aunt got pregnant after being comforted.

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After my uncle passed away, I moved in with my aunt. We lived in a small house with two bedrooms—one for me and one for my aunt.
The two bedrooms were adjacent, separated by a door that was always locked.
My aunt slept alone in her bedroom, and I never thought about that door.
The door between our bedrooms was an old one with a large keyhole, though I never saw any key or anyone open it.
It was a mystery to me.
Because it had been removed before, the handle was long, and someone had used filler to block the keyhole, preventing you from peeking into the next room.
To make a long story short, after my uncle left, my aunt was all alone, and I started imagining stories about that door.
One day, while my aunt was out shopping, I took a screwdriver and tried to pry the filler out of the keyhole.
After a while, a hole was clearly visible in the filler.
Actually, it was stuck inside the metal.
Even so, after some hard poking, most of it loosened, and I pushed it to the other side.
Examining the view through the keyhole, I saw it was an excellent vantage point offering a panoramic view of Auntie's bedroom and bed.
Needless to say, that night, I could hardly wait for Auntie to come home and go to bed.
And when Auntie entered her bedroom that evening, I received my best reward.
Kneeling down, peering through the keyhole, I saw Auntie undress, one piece after another.
First revealed were her breasts; I had never dreamed Auntie would be so voluptuous.
I watched her breasts bounce up and down as she bent over, slowly removing her stockings.
Gazing through the keyhole, I also saw how large the nipples on her breasts were in real life; and a large brown circle surrounded the nipples.
When Auntie removed her panties, the beautiful pubic hair on her vulva was so clearly defined, more striking than any I had ever seen in magazines.
Seeing this scene again, my penis became completely erect, and I began to excitedly rub it.
After Auntie was naked, she would usually lie on the bed and read for a while, her beautiful legs slightly parted.
I fantasized about my penis being buried deep in the dark bush between Auntie's legs, thrusting in and out repeatedly, going as deep as possible.
I kept rubbing my penis until my semen sprayed onto the door.
Spying on Auntie in the dormitory continued for many nights.
As time passed, I memorized every part of Auntie's body, her firm, large breasts, which jiggled like waves whenever she moved around the room.
When Auntie lay down, they seemed about to fall out from the sides; and when she moved, they were like two large fleshy balls spanning her upper body, meant to be rubbed and tasted.
I also fell in love with Auntie's honeyed areas, including that sexy dark bush and the beautiful cleft hidden beneath, where Auntie would occasionally insert a finger, reminiscent of warm and wet pleasure.
After one time, I forgot all about pornographic magazines.
After one time, I even grew tired of masturbation.
I want a real honeypot, a honeypot like Auntie's, a warm and tight honeypot filled with slippery nectar, so my penis can fit inside properly.
I want to ejaculate inside a honeypot.
I want orgasm again and again.
I want to fill it completely with my semen.
However, the situation remains unchanged.
I'm not bold enough to run naked into Auntie's bedroom and force a confrontation with her, especially when she's awake.
Once, when I knew Auntie was asleep, I tiptoed into her bedroom and quietly got into her bed.
I carefully pulled the blankets aside, leaned over Auntie's body, and brought my head very close to her honeypot.
But in the end, I lost my courage and had to breathe in the fragrance emanating from Auntie's honeypot to satisfy myself.
Her hot, powerful allure, with its "musky urine" scent, stimulated me, and I began to masturbate, imagining my swollen penis penetrating the body of the object of my desire.
Just imagining it was enough; I vigorously masturbated, ejaculating in one go.
My semen sprayed everywhere—Auntie's breasts, her lower abdomen, a drop or two landing on her curly pubic hair.
After calming my breathing and feeling normal again, I leaned against Auntie's sleeping body, examining the two pearly drops of semen on her pubic hair.
Extending my finger, I dipped it in the white semen and ran it down her pubic hair until it reached the entrance of Auntie's vagina, then dripped it into the opening of her vulva.
Gently touching it a few times, the petals inside Auntie's vulva seemed alive, greedily accepting the precious semen I offered.
Auntie sighed softly, her body shifting a few times.
She moved her buttocks up and down for a moment, then lay down quietly again.
I realized it was too risky to stay, so I covered Auntie with the blanket again, retreated from the bedroom, and promised myself that next time I would muster even more courage.
Once again, I mustered my courage and quietly sneaked into Auntie's bedroom.
This time, I felt incredibly unlucky, because Auntie was on her period.
Pulling the sheet from under her sleeping body, I saw the thin thread of a tampon dangling from her vulva.
This was a huge blow to my confidence, and needless to say, I obediently left the room.
I cursed my luck from time to time and vowed not to miss any opportunity to "steal" some time with Auntie.
However, this resolve didn't last more than two weeks! One night, Auntie and a female friend were drunk at home.
They slowly finished a four-liter bottle of liquor, joking and belittling the men they knew.
Laughter and chatter filled the kitchen as they chatted away with drinks and snacks, making a fuss like gossipy old women.
Around 10:30, Auntie's friend's husband called, wondering what had kept her out so late.
She then said she had to leave.
Of course, I overheard the whole thing.
About ten minutes after my aunt's friend left, I heard my aunt try to crawl back to her bedroom.
I heard her stumble several times along the way, but she finally made it back and closed the door.
Peeking through the keyhole of our bedroom door, I saw my aunt lying on the bed, still dressed and with the light on.
It seemed she wasn't unwilling to change; I thought she was truly drunk.
After a long while, I watched her slumbering body through the keyhole.
Hearing her loud snoring, I knew this was a golden opportunity.
Knowing my aunt was completely intoxicated, I immediately became excited and erect.
I stripped naked, entered my aunt's bedroom, walked to her bedside, and reassured myself that she wouldn't catch a cold.
Lifting her skirt, I moved my hand under my aunt's plump, white buttocks and used my hands to pull off her pink panties, placing them to the side on her calves for easy repositioning.
Seeing the impact of her honey pot up close made my penis hard and throb, the glans even turning purplish-black from the rush of blood.
Since the last time, I'd already had an erection, or perhaps a wet dream, so the semen in my scrotum was undoubtedly painful from the need for release.
Spreading Auntie's legs, I positioned myself between them, using one finger to caress her honey pot, exploring its juicy interior.
Auntie began to moan softly amidst her snoring, her body gently shifting.
My penis dripped with precum, and when I placed it at the entrance of Auntie's vagina, a long, thin, silvery-white line trailed from the swollen glans.
With almost no effort, a gentle thrust, and my entire penis slid into her honey pot.
Incredibly, Auntie's honey pot gripped my penis tightly; the feeling of my glans being enveloped was wonderful, like magic, beautifully entwined.
This was a completely involuntary reaction; because I was certain Auntie hadn't yet woken from her drunken stupor, but was still deeply asleep.
Despite this, Auntie's cries continued, their unique melody gradually responding to my thrusts.
I began to thrust earnestly, faster and deeper, casting aside all caution, striving to penetrate Auntie's honeypot, controlling the rhythm of my penis, pushing as far as I could into the depths of her cervix.
Soon, I felt the first pull in my waist, a signal of my impending ejaculation.
If I had any reservations about ejaculating inside Auntie, now was the time to stop, but I only paused, just for a moment.
The idea of ejaculating a large amount of semen inside Auntie was so stimulating, so exciting, that I couldn't stop.
I loved the idea.
I loved the concept.
I wanted to make it happen.
I wanted to shoot my hot semen inside Auntie's "cunt."
I loved the idea, and, if Auntie knew, perhaps she would like it too.
Losing all self-control, I erupted deep within Auntie's honeypot.
My penis, deeply embedded in her honeyed depths, continued to ejaculate thick, sticky fluid, again and again.
Semen splashed directly into her cervix, frantically surging into her uterus, searching for an egg, seeking fertilization.
Spasms
, one after another, sent wave after wave of semen from my young testicles, until her vagina overflowed, unable to hold all my seeds.
This warm, viscous fluid, mixed with her vaginal fluids and semen, flowed out as my penis withdrew, down the opening of her vagina beneath her buttocks, onto the bed, soaking the sheets.
The intensity of the orgasm still thrilled me; before I cooled, I thrust my penis into her vagina again. I lay on top of her, time seeming to stretch on forever.
When I awoke from this dreamlike state, I caressed her breasts until my penis, now soft, remained inside her honeyed depths.
Twenty minutes later, my penis, undoubtedly thickened again, remained firmly inside her.
I regretfully pulled out my penis, but Auntie's vagina seemed to pull back forcefully, as if unwilling to let go.
I pulled my underwear back up, put it back on, and covered Auntie with the blanket.
Her snoring continued; I thought Auntie would never know what had happened that night.
By morning, most of my seed would have entered her uterus, and the semen remaining in her vagina would be absorbed by her body.
Some dried semen left on the bed and in her vagina would be treated as her own secretions.
I was free at home, I always thought so.
And as I left the room, a satisfied smile appeared on my face.
But a few weeks later, I discovered that the seed that had been deeply implanted in Auntie's body that night had taken effect, giving me an unforgettable night and unexpected consequences.
Auntie came home from the doctor, her face as white as a sheet.
When I asked her what had happened, she told me she was pregnant… but she didn't know how it had happened.
In shock, I suddenly remembered that the night I sneaked into her room and had sex with her was exactly two weeks after her period (the one I saw the tampons for).
When I had sex with her, my aunt was legally fertile, and I had somehow gotten her pregnant! She's carrying my child! What should I do now?

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