My passionate night with my aunt

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My passionate night with my aunt came back five years ago, in late summer or early autumn. My friend and I, full of entrepreneurial dreams and burning passion, boarded a train from Beijing to a provincial capital in northern China. Yes, that's how we left Beijing, where we had worked for several years, and returned to our hometown to start our own business. The first thing we did after getting off the train was to look for a place to live and rent an office. After settling our luggage, we started looking at places through real estate agents and small advertisements, but it wasn't as smooth as we had imagined. As it gradually got dark, we still hadn't found a suitable place to live or an office, so we had to continue looking the next day. Since both of our homes were about 100 kilometers away from the provincial capital, I went to my aunt's house that day, and he went to his second uncle's house. We agreed to continue looking the next day. Because I had told my aunt before coming back that I might stay at her house for a few days after returning to start my business, I went there that night. My aunt is a typical conservative and slightly introverted Eastern woman. She's 1.63 meters tall with a well-proportioned figure; while not exactly curvaceous, she's certainly shapely. Perhaps due to good maintenance, she doesn't look sixteen years older than me at all. I remember many men pursuing her when I was young. Although she ultimately chose my uncle, who had a good family background, her marriage wasn't happy, and she divorced two years ago. The house she lives in now was left to her by my uncle; he essentially left nothing, giving everything to her. He raises one child, who occasionally comes back to stay for a couple of days on weekends. That busy evening, I arrived at my aunt's house and exchanged a few pleasantries. She had already tidied the room beforehand. Having been out all day, I was quite tired and fell into a deep sleep. The following days were filled with various busy activities and friends. After renting the office, we started registering the company and going through a series of procedures. It took about a month of this to finally get our first client, and then we started hiring employees, which increased expenses considerably. To save money... He was still living at his second uncle's house, and I was still living at my aunt's house. Since I was basically leaving early and returning late every day, and rarely ate at my aunt's, I didn't have much interaction with her. She was usually asleep when I got back, and I'd fall asleep as soon as I lay down in my room. Later, because the client was in a hurry for the product—as any IT programmer knows—we worked overtime to meet the deadline. Eventually, we just started living in the office. Fortunately, we were lucky and delivered it smoothly to the client. We used our so-called first pot of gold to buy a place not far from the company to save time commuting. So, I moved out of my aunt's house. When we started the second project, because of the foundation and experience from the first project, we weren't as nervous, but we were still constantly busy. The story begins one late autumn day when his girlfriend came to visit him from out of town on vacation. That evening, they had dinner and drank some alcohol. I must say, this woman has a really high alcohol tolerance; I was already quite tipsy, but she wanted to keep drinking. Sensing things were going badly, I quickly ended the dinner. Later, when the two of them went to karaoke, I didn't go with them; instead, I went straight to my aunt's house for the night. After all, they were from out of town, and it wouldn't be appropriate for them to stay in a hotel. I didn't call my aunt beforehand because I still had the key she gave me last time. I just went straight there, but when I was almost downstairs, I called to ask if there was room. I hurried up to the fifth floor, taking three steps at a time. Because I'd drunk too much beer, I went straight to the bathroom. The bathroom floor was wet, clearly from a recent shower, and the air was filled with the scent of shower gel, which also smelled like a woman's natural fragrance—so alluring. Just as I finished urinating and pulled up my pants, I saw a dark green pair of lace mesh panties in the sink. I involuntarily glanced down at them; there were a few stray pubic hairs on them. At that moment, my little brother below instantly raised his head; I quickly pulled up my pants and left the bathroom, only to see my aunt sitting in her room washing her face and drying her hair. My heart raced instantly, and my face felt burning hot. I never expected that my aunt, who seemed conservative, would wear such fashionable and sexy underwear. A wicked thought arose in my mind: what would it feel like to take off my aunt's pajama pants and insert myself into her? Just as I was sitting on the sofa in the living room, lost in these wild thoughts, my aunt came out of the bedroom: "Why didn't you tell me you were coming back? That room hasn't been cleaned yet." As she spoke, she took out sheets and a blanket from the closet and went to the second bedroom to make my bed. The instant she entered the room, I glanced at her and noticed that I could see her underwear through her pajama pants. As she bent down to make the bed, I saw her breasts through her neckline; she was clearly not wearing a bra. Her two big white breasts were swaying and trembling, and at that moment, the secretion of male hormones in my body was becoming increasingly vigorous; I even had the urge to pounce on her like a hungry wolf. Auntie: "It's all made up. Use this thick quilt to cool down." She walked out of the second bedroom and into the bathroom. The sound of running water followed by the hum of the washing machine filled the air. I randomly flipped through a few channels, but my mind was elsewhere, so I went back inside and sat down at the computer to read the news. But all I could think about was my aunt's large breasts swaying. Just as I was lost in thought, my auntie came in with a plate of washed grapes. She turned on the light switch and said, "Why aren't you turning on the light? These are grapes I bought at the market this morning. Eat them." She placed the fruit platter on the computer desk in front of me and turned to leave. Under the light, her pajamas looked even more transparent, and I could finally see her black, see-through underwear. My lust overcame my reason; in a flash, I grabbed her waist with one arm and slipped the other inside her neckline, grabbing one of her breasts. My aunt was clearly startled by my sudden action. After a couple of gropings, she finally came to her senses and began to struggle with me, yelling, pulling, and cursing as she did so. She used all her strength to push me away, ran back to her bedroom, closed the door, and started crying. I stood there dumbfounded, at a loss, seemingly sobering up a bit, but still somewhat unsatisfied, as my lower body was still eager to try. My mind was a mess, and I felt terrible. I turned off the light, lay on the bed, and started a mental struggle: what should I do? What should I do? Should I leave now or go apologize? But I knew in my heart that saying anything would be useless; what's done is done. At that moment, the worst outcome I thought of was that we would never see each other again, and I probably wouldn't tell my family, since it wasn't something to be proud of. I was also very tired from struggling, tossing and turning, unable to sleep. In the end, I decided to go and talk to her; otherwise, this stalemate wouldn't be good for anyone. Whatever the outcome, I had to bear it. The washing machine in the bathroom had stopped running, and even the sound of footsteps in the quiet room seemed jarring. I went to the master bedroom door and knocked gently a few times, but there was no answer. I gritted my teeth, opened the door, and went in, bowing my head. I went to my aunt's bedside and began to apologize. I said many things like "it was a moment of impulse" and "please forgive me," but I knew it was useless. My aunt turned her head away, ignoring me, and continued to sob softly. I noticed that the more I apologized, the harder she sobbed. Suddenly, I stopped talking. The not-so-full moonlight shone into the room through the window, and my aunt's figure was once again revealed to me through her pajamas. I don't know where I got the courage, but I sat on the edge of the bed, lay down on my side, put one hand under her neck and the other on her lower abdomen, and hugged her from behind. She started... I struggled and tugged, but I held her tightly. Unfortunately, she wasn't as strong as me. After a while, she was panting. During the struggle, my penis rubbed against her buttocks countless times. In the moment of stillness, it began to rise. I immediately embraced her and began rubbing the head of my penis against her buttocks. Seeing no significant reaction from her, I lowered my body slightly, so my penis could directly touch her vulva. After a few dozen thrusts, I heard her slightly rapid breathing. In a flash, I didn't give her any chance to struggle. I quickly pulled down her pajama bottoms and underwear, stomped on them a few times, and pulled them off completely. I pulled my pants down with one hand, not even having time to remove them all, revealing my penis. With a thrust of my hips, I pushed it in. My aunt's vulva was wet—yes, definitely wet. It went in smoothly. My aunt stopped resisting and struggling, only breathing softly, without any extra expression or words. After about five or six minutes, my arms were numb. I got up, took off my pants, and laid my aunt flat in a missionary position, penetrating her again. Looking at my aunt in the moonlight, her eyes tightly closed and her mouth slightly open as she breathed, I couldn't help but increase the speed of my thrusts. My aunt's breathing and moans began to vary in frequency with my speed; perhaps the tension was still there, or perhaps we were tired of the struggle, and so it continued.With a series of rapid moans from her, I ejaculated, my warm semen filling my aunt's sweet little hole. My aunt's body twitched a few times, looking unsatisfied. I knew she wasn't satisfied, so I didn't pull out immediately. Instead, I left it inside, watching her clenched teeth and unsatisfied expression. I couldn't resist lowering myself and kissing her. My tongue slipped into her mouth, and she slowly began to respond, our tongues exchanging blows. We kissed passionately for a while. Suddenly, I looked up and stared intently at her. She felt uncomfortable under my intense gaze and shifted her body slightly. I took advantage of this position and removed the only thing my aunt was wearing: her nightgown. Her full breasts instantly caught my eye. I arched my back and took her full, tolerant nipple into my mouth, while my other hand kneaded her other breast. As I increased the speed of my sucking on her nipples and the pressure of my kneading her breasts, my aunt's moans began to spread. Her rapid breathing made me feel her body gradually changing; sometimes she would lift her hips, sometimes she would lower them, and each time she lifted her hips, I could feel her eagerly awaiting my erection to enter her again. At this point, I knew my aunt's sensitive spot was her breasts, so I confidently increased the speed and pressure of my sucking and kneading. With each kneading and licking, her moans began to change to "Ah...ah...oh...ah...ah...ah oh oh oh..." My desire was also aroused by my aunt's moans. The younger brother below, also full of vigor and anticipation, was ready for the impending battle. He tentatively thrust his hips towards his aunt's vulva a few times, and she arched her back in response. Just as the head of my penis touched her labia, I thrust forward without hesitation and penetrated her in one swift motion. My aunt moaned, "Oh...oh oh...oh..." My aunt was a shy woman, and although she didn't utter any vulgar words, those simple moans were enough to make my blood boil. I supported myself with my hands and began my pounding motion, but after a while, my aunt didn't react much. I knew that if I continued like this, she still wouldn't reach orgasm, so I lowered my head and began to suckle her nipples. I continued to suck and thrust, clearly feeling that this made her more comfortable. At that moment, I felt my body engulfed and burning with a raging fire, thrusting with increasing force. The intense stimulation relentlessly assaulted every nerve in my aunt's body. Just as I was preparing for the final, frenzied sprint, my aunt suddenly paused for a second, bringing her legs together, gesturing for me to lift up. She then pressed her legs tightly together, and I placed my penis between her thighs, beginning slow thrusting. Suddenly, she pressed her hands against my buttocks, pushing me down forcefully. I could only perform rubbing motions, my penis inside my aunt's cunt, constantly rubbing her vulva. With each rub, I could feel her... A deep sense of satisfaction washed over me; perhaps this was how my aunt climaxed. I couldn't care less. With each friction and each thrust, my aunt's breathing finally began to change frequency: "Ah...ah...oh...uh...I...ah...ah ah oh oh...ah...um...ah...oh...oh oh oh oh oh...faster...oh...faster...oh...ah ah ah ah...ah..." Lying on my aunt's still trembling body, I was exhausted like a lump of mud. Yes, my aunt had climaxed, truly climaxed. It seemed like a lonely, thirsty woman hadn't experienced the satisfaction of sexual gratification in a long time, and I had already ejaculated the moment she climaxed, but it didn't affect the subsequent climaxing process for my aunt. Afterwards, I didn't speak to my aunt for a long time because the awkwardness was hard to describe. I knew it was wrong, but I couldn't control my primal urges. It wasn't until one day after the New Year that I learned my aunt had gone to Yunnan, and I felt that this matter might just be over. Although I still occasionally talk to my aunt on WeChat, I never dare to mention that night again. Oh well! Let this matter fade with time. Let bygones be bygones, my heart follows yours. Yesterday's blooming and withering flowers were not a dream, not a dream, not a dream. Let bygones be bygones, my heart aches with yours. Tomorrow's ebb and flow are all me, all me, all me. (Word count: 9018) [The End]

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