Hacker Auntie -

page views:1 Publication date:2022-09-20

http://www.dywx.net First Literature

This happened five years ago. My parents often had to go out for social engagements, and my mother's close friend, Aunt Ling, would take me

to her house. Aunt Ling was much younger than my mother, and I didn't know how we met. I only knew that Aunt Ling was my

godmother . I only knew that whenever my parents had a computer problem, they would always call Aunt Ling. Aunt Ling originally

worked in the computer science department of her former university, and later was hired by an IT company as the director of the security department. Not long after, the company wanted to

promote her, but Aunt Ling was tired of having to come to the company frequently and declined the offer. In order to keep

Aunt Ling, the company offered her the position of chief security consultant, and whether she wanted to come to the company was up to her. After that, many

companies came to her seeking her services . Aunt Ling gained even more consultant titles. Of course, she also accepted

a job as the chief security consultant for one of my parents' subsidiaries, but she made it clear to my parents that she would not accept a salary.

Aunt Ling usually stayed at home, and she had a hobby of computer games. Whenever a new game came out, it would always

appear at Aunt Ling's house first. Often, she would finish playing it before it was even released in China. Sometimes she would give it to friends to publish

guides and cracks. So, I quite enjoyed going to Aunt Ling's house because she had all sorts of computer games to play.

Later, Aunt Ling got married and moved away from Taipei. Her husband was

the president of the parent company of one of the companies that had hired her as a consultant.

Then, about six months ago, Aunt Ling's husband suddenly left a note saying... He wanted to find his true self. He left all

his assets , including his multinational corporation, to Aunt Ling. There was also a signed divorce certificate, stating that he couldn't

bind Aunt Ling with his capriciousness. Aunt Ling, in turmoil, first thought was of her closest friend, my

mother. So, Aunt Ling stayed at my house for a week to sort out her thoughts. She hired someone to manage her mansion and entrusted

the multinational corporation and its subsidiaries to professional managers. Not wanting to be too far from her friends, Aunt Ling decided to move back to Taipei.

In the end, she bought two floors in my building and combined them into one unit.

Aunt Ling didn't have children after her marriage, so she often asked me to call her "Mom." However, no matter

how much tried to please or tempt me, I wouldn't accept that. I was moved. Aunt Ling's English was also excellent; her speaking, writing, and listening were all top-notch. (Later,

Mom told me that Aunt Ling had been in the US since she was a child, before the term "little overseas student" even existed,

and didn't return until middle school.) Moreover, she graduated from the science department of the top university in China. Now, since she lived

several floors above me, and I was about to enter middle school, Mom asked Aunt Ling to be my tutor. My parents were often away socializing,

so in the end, I ended up spending more time at Aunt Ling's house than at my own.

Aunt Ling prepared a room for me, exactly the same as my room downstairs. The only

difference was the computer connection; my room's was connected to Aunt Ling's across the hall. For external connections, Aunt Ling had a 25-inch cable.

A 6k dedicated line.

Aunt Ling is thirty-five years old, with a beautiful face, a slender and tall figure, and a height of 163 cm. Her measurements are 34C

, 25, 35. (I learned about her bust size by secretly looking at her bra while she was showering; the rest she

told me later.) Intelligent, witty, beautiful, and gentle, I truly don't understand why Aunt Ling's husband would leave

such a perfect woman to "find himself"? "If I had to nitpick, it would be Aunt Ling's absent-minded personality; she often

forgets things.

Because of this, and because I was still developing, one time when Aunt Ling

took the laundry to the laundry room, she accidentally dropped a pair of light blue panties, which I picked up while following behind her.

I hid those panties in a hidden compartment of my drawer, and every day when I was looking at pornographic pictures online, I would hold

Aunt Ling's panties to my nose and rub them against my skin.

Aunt Ling required me to keep a diary, so I recorded everything in a computer diary program every day. To keep it safe

, the diary program required a password, and it wasn't installed on the desktop or in any group

folder. Not only that, I also hid the entire directory, so it was very secure. Therefore, I

felt safe recording the fact that I hid Aunt Ling's panties in the drawer compartment in my diary.

Lately, my parents..." They went abroad for a business trip. After the trip, they didn't return home but went straight to their nth honeymoon.

I'm an only child, so as long as they settled me in, they'd consider me a "bad parent." So, I was entrusted to

Aunt Ling again.

One summer afternoon, I returned from playing outside and went straight to Aunt Ling's house. I saw Aunt Ling preparing dinner.

I poured myself a drink and sat on a high stool by the kitchen table,

chatting . The sunlight accentuated Aunt Ling's beautiful figure, and her movements further highlighted her beautiful, full hips.

The creases of her panties were faintly visible under her skirt. I really wanted to see what her panties looked like against her buttocks.

Thinking about it, my body reacted naturally, and I started to stammer. I quickly drank my drink to cover it up.

But Aunt Ling noticed, turned around, looked at me, and asked, "Xiao Zheng, what's wrong?" "

I thought, 'This is ruined. I'd better just tell the truth to avoid the lie falling apart later.' So, I

told her what I saw and what I was thinking.

Aunt Ling paused, bit her lower lip, thought for a while, and finally made a decision. 'Xiao Zheng, we

adults have always taught you to be honest, so it's the right thing to do to speak up. Because of this, honesty should

be rewarded.' Then, Aunt Ling lifted her skirt, revealing her white panties, and stood there

for me to look at for a while. Then she turned around and showed me her panty-clad bottom. Finally, she tucked

her skirt into her waistband, leaving her panty-clad lower body exposed to my view, and continued preparing dinner as

if nothing had happened.

This change, this scene, almost made me explode. I hurriedly put down my drink, rushed back to my room,

and in no time, I sprayed it out.

After cleaning up, Aunt Ling called out, 'Xiao Zheng, come and eat.'" "

I left the room and returned to the dining room, only to find that Aunt Ling's skirt was still tucked into her waistband. She

kept . Aunt Ling remained calm, showing no sign of anything amiss. When she got up to get me some rice and walked

past me, I caught a glimpse of a few pubic hairs peeking out from the seam. Aunt Ling's cooking is always delicious,

but this time, I had much more difficulty swallowing. After quickly finishing my meal, I rushed back to my room and...

Chapter Two: The Hacker Intrusion.

That day, Aunt Ling suddenly decided to go to the head office for an inspection, leaving me alone at home. So, I

secretly sneaked into the dressing room, which could only be accessed through Aunt Ling's room, to explore. That dressing room was probably bright and spacious... Aunt Ling..."

The clothes and accessories were neatly displayed. Of course, that wasn't my target; my goal was the large drawers.

I opened the first drawer on the left, and there were rows of pantyhose: fishnet, lace, various patterns, and colors

. Okay, the second drawer on the left contained garter belt sets, similarly, all shapes and colors. The third drawer contained

silk lingerie, vests, and even bodysuits, fastened at the bottom with snaps. Entering the first

drawer on the right, I knew I'd found it: matching bras and panties. The second and third drawers on the right were the same. These three layers were

arranged according to the shades of color. All the sexy lingerie I'd seen online was here. Lace trim, openwork

lace , hollow, with a more transparent silk center, thongs…

it was truly an eye-opener. Most of it was silk, mixed with some cotton. I estimated that about half of it was

transparent ; it was a treasure trove. Moreover, I also discovered that the innermost compartments of the bottom drawer

didn't contain clothing. There were vibrators, massage sticks, and anal plugs. The most surprising thing was that even the vibrators, massage sticks, and anal plugs

had wireless remote controls. Some were even brand new and still in their boxes. However, I didn't take any of them.

Because the musty smell of worn clothes was gone, replaced by a fresh, clean scent. I was lost in the moment,

imagining Aunt Ling wearing or using these things.

Suddenly, the phone rang, pulling me back to reality. I rushed back to my room to answer it. (Yes, Aunt Ling

had left my private phone number in my room.) It was Aunt Ling calling. "Xiao Zheng, your godmother forgot her house keys and went out.

Here, you take the keys with you, I'll come back and pick you up later. Let's go out to eat. What do you want to eat?"
I replied that anything was fine. Aunt Ling hesitated for a moment and said, "Go to my computer in my room, open my universal manual program,

the password is..., turn to the gourmet section, to the place with a perfect 5.0 rating, and choose a restaurant you

want to go to." "But, Aunt Ling, can't you log into your home computer from the office?" "Silly girl,

I work in network security, how could I be so stupid as to open my private information? The server, specifically that hard drive, is

completely isolated; it can only be accessed from my desk. Besides, it's you who chooses which restaurant to eat at." So I

took the cordless phone and went back to Aunt Ling's room. I entered the password and randomly picked a restaurant. I gave Aunt Ling the restaurant's

phone number so she could make a reservation. "Okay, then, remember to bring your key. I'll wait

for you in the lobby downstairs in half an hour."

As I was about to close the program, I suddenly saw a string of characters in Aunt Ling's notes from yesterday—it was the password for my

diary program! In other words, the secret I thought I wouldn't let Aunt Ling know, my sexual fantasies about her,

Aunt Ling knew everything!

I went back to my room, turned on the computer, and then didn't know what to do. Aunt Ling had already seen it;

what could I do? Changing the password wouldn't stop her, and deleting it was too late. Changing the diary program

didn't ; Aunt Ling could still easily intrude. What should I do? What should I do?

I sat in front of the computer for twenty minutes before suddenly realizing that Aunt Ling was coming to pick me up. Dejectedly

, I turned off the power and went downstairs to have a tasteless dinner with Aunt Ling. During the meal, I didn't dare look her in the eye

. Aunt Ling noticed something was wrong and kept asking me what was wrong, if I wasn't feeling well. I didn't answer.

After returning to Aunt Ling's house, I took my house key, said I was going home to sleep, and took the elevator downstairs to my house.

For the next few days, I simply took the elevator up to Aunt Ling's house for meals, studied English, math, physics, and chemistry, and then took the elevator downstairs

to my house .

Aunt Ling broke the ice, saying, "Xiao Zheng, your mother entrusted you to me, but you

go downstairs every night. I'm worried about your safety being home alone. Why don't you come up to your room to sleep?" I replied that there wouldn't be any problems

. Aunt Ling then mentioned that there were still hidden dangers with gas and electricity. None of this swayed me.

Finally , Aunt Ling said, "As a woman, I also have safety concerns about living alone. You're a boy, so you should protect me. If you

come upstairs to sleep, we can look after each other. Otherwise, I'll move downstairs to your house." This time, I had nothing to say.

So , I went back to Aunt Ling's house.

That night, as was my habit, I unconsciously opened the diary app again, automatically flipping to the last

entry . The date was the morning Aunt Ling went to the company, and, to my surprise, the content wasn't

mine—"

I'm sorry, Xiao Zheng, your godmother got an itch last night and read your diary, infringing on your rights. You

know , your godmother is a hacker-proof person. You should also know that security and hacking are only a fine line apart." My godmother

's other identity is a hacker. She was one of the earliest hackers, and it's one of her interests.

This is she can keep intrusion hackers in check. Even thieves have their code of honor; we legitimate hackers don't infringe

on others' data or interests. We only leave messages for the administrators, asking them to patch the vulnerability.

Without leaving messages, technically speaking, we simply don't exist. Only the most foolish hackers

get caught. As for those who do wrong and deviate from the right path, even if they haven't targeted the companies my godmother is associated with

, she will still punish them after tracking them down. Recently, the key to cracking some hacker cases

was a "confession letter" sent from their main email account. Of course, they were

completely

So, when my godmother connects to your computer and sees the protection, she unconsciously breaks through.

If there were no protection, she might have overlooked it. To be honest, there's no computer connected to the Internet that

Godmother can't access. As for closed systems, Godmother only needs to access one point to

get the most crucial information in no time.

It's not a bad thing; in moderation, it's actually quite healthy. There's nothing to be ashamed of.

Godmother won't object to prohibiting it. Look next to the screen now; Godmother has prepared moisturizing lotion for you, just

so you don't hurt your manhood. As for the underwear you hid in the lining, it's been sitting there for too long, so Godmother washed it

and got you a new pair. If you don't like the color or style, tell Godmother in your diary, and Godmother will get you

something you like. Otherwise, you can just go to Godmother's dressing room and choose one.

Godmother won't blame you for using Godmother as the object of your sexual fantasies. In fact, Godmother feels honored.

It's just that, due to moral constraints, we can't cross that invisible line in real life. Godmother actually

appreciates your sexual fantasies; it makes us feel closer.

My godmother's curiosity violated hacker's code and infringed on your rights; I'm truly sorry. I hope you

can forgive me.

Qiaoling—

I finished reading this, first glancing at the screen, and sure enough, there was a bottle of lotion. Then I checked my godmother's panties, which I'd hidden in

a compartment . The light blue panties were gone, replaced by a pink silk undershirt.

I picked it up, sniffed it—it was clean and washed. Clean panties, without that scent,

just didn't .

I read it carefully a few more times. I hadn't expected my godmother to be so open-minded. Then, I decided to leave a message for her in my

diary —

Aunt Ling

, if I wanted clean panties, I could just buy them online, couldn't I? Besides, I don't like

undershirts , could you please exchange them?

—Then, I went to do other things. The next day, I made an excuse to go to the convenience store, and while I was at home checking, I

went out for a bit. When I returned, Aunt Ling was taking a nap in her room. I went straight to my room and opened my drawer.

I found an extra compartment with a pink panty inside; the original undershirt was gone. There was nothing left in the hidden compartment

. I picked up the pink panties and smelled them; that familiar, slightly pungent smell returned

. I knew Aunt Ling had hacked into my computer again and understood what I meant. I checked my diary on the computer, and

Aunt Ling had left another message—"

yourwishismycommand."

As for the hidden compartment, my godmother thought it unnecessary. There was no need to hide such things, was there?

Qiaoling—

I really hadn't expected things to develop this way. From that day on, every two or three days

after Aunt Ling cleaned my room, she would put a new pair of worn panties in my drawer for me to use. Sometimes there were also matching

garter belts or stockings and bras—this was a reward for good grades when Aunt Ling tested me on English, math, physics, and chemistry. (Oh,

why no maid or housekeeper? This is Aunt Ling's insistence; she doesn't like outsiders touching her things. Just like

preventing hackers, she doesn't like anyone breaking in. So she does everything herself. In fact,

after the house was renovated, only I came a few times, either with Dad accompanying Mom or Mom coming alone.) As for lotion, she

always made sure to keep a sufficient supply.

Living at Aunt Ling's house is much more interesting than living in my own apartment a few floors downstairs.

Chapter Three: An Unexpected Gain

These days are really happy. I can openly smell Aunt Ling's

panties without worrying about her discovering me and locking the door. Moreover, every two or three days, opening the drawer brings a sense

of excitement and anticipation, like winning the lottery.

That night, as usual, after Aunt Ling finished her lesson, I closed the door (although I didn't lock it,

I still didn't want Aunt Ling to see me), went online, looked at pictures, took out the new

panties Aunt Ling had put in that day, and got up.

Imagining that it was Aunt Ling and me in the picture, I couldn't help but get even bigger. When I brought Aunt Ling's panties to

my face, I noticed they were a little damp. Yes! Thinking of this, I was about to ejaculate.

Unexpectedly, just then, the doorknob turned, and Aunt Ling stepped in, saying, "Xiao Zheng,

I'm going to the supermarket to buy some things. Do you want me to buy anything for you?"

I hurriedly covered myself with Aunt Ling's panties. But, at this crucial moment, there was no time

to stop! A thick stream of semen spurted out, slightly pushing up Aunt Ling's panties. The panties gradually became damp from the continuous flow of

semen .

Aunt Ling was stunned, and after a moment, she stammered, "I'm sorry, Xiao Zheng, I should have

knocked first."

Then, Aunt Ling actually knelt in front of my spread legs and used the now-soaked panties

to wipe away my semen. After being touched by Aunt Ling's slender fingers, my penis became slightly erect again.

"Alright!" Aunt Ling stood up. "I'm going to wash these panties. Do you want me

to buy ?" Aunt Ling turned to leave.

"But, Aunt Ling, you..." This time it was my turn to stammer.

"Sigh, I can't win against you. Okay, turn your head away and close your eyes." Aunt Ling said

this , casually placing the wet panties on my table. She straightened her legs, lifted her skirt to

her waist, and gracefully took off the panties right in front of my door. I just stood there, watching

all of this, watching the panties that had just been clinging to Aunt Ling's beautiful buttocks, now pulled off along with her pantyhose. I

also saw Aunt Ling's full, round buttocks, covered by thick pubic hair, and her tight anus.

Everything was laid bare before my eyes. Involuntarily, my eyes widened, and my mouth opened slightly.

My erection became even more prominent.

Suddenly, everything went black, and the apple-green panties, still warm from Aunt Ling's body, were tossed lightly onto my face.

"I told you to close your eyes and not look, but you still did! You little pervert!" Aunt Ling scolded. She picked up the

semen- panties and walked out of my room. A few steps outside, she tossed out, "And also,

wipe your table." Watching Aunt Ling sway her hips as she passed the trash can, she tossed the panties inside.Then she put on her high heels, and just like that, with nothing underneath her skirt, she went to the supermarket to buy things.

By the time I came to my senses, Aunt Ling had already left. Her apple-green panties, still warm from the fall, were still hanging

on my face. As for mine, it was already practically gushing out.

URL 1:https://www.sex3p.com/htmlBlog/192664.html

URL 2:/Blog.aspx?id=192664&aspx=1

Last access time:

Previous Page : Old Bull Fights the Lustful Nun

Next Page : Urban Romance - Chapter 1121 One Man and Four Women

增加

comment Open a new window to view comments

Contact Information

Hacker Auntie -

comment Open a new window to view comments