Aunt Lingyu

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Hacker Aunt Ling, Chapter 1: The Reward of Honesty. Around 6 PM, on the bus…

“Little Zheng, after you finish McDonald’s, come to your godmother’s house, okay? You’ll stay at your godmother’s house tonight.” This happened five

years ago . My parents often had to go out for social engagements, and my mother’s close friend, Aunt Ling, would come and take me to her house.

Aunt Ling was much younger than my mother, and I didn’t know how they 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, and

Aunt Ling gained many more consultant titles. Of course, Aunt Ling 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, Aunt Ling 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 liked going to

Aunt Ling's house because she had all kinds 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 hired her as a consultant. Then, about half a year ago, Aunt Ling

's husband suddenly left a note saying he was going to find his true self. He

left Aunt Ling. There was also a signed divorce certificate, saying that he couldn't tie Aunt Ling down because of his willfulness.

Aunt Ling, who was in turmoil, first thought 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, entrusting her 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 marriage, so she often wanted me to call her "Mom,

" but no matter how much she tried to flatter or bribe me, I remained unmoved. Aunt Ling's English was also excellent; her speaking,

writing, and listening were all top-notch. (Later, Mom told me that Aunt Ling had gone to the United States at a young age,

before the term "little overseas student" even existed, and only returned during junior high school.) She was also

a graduate . Now, living a few floors above my house, and with me entering junior high, 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 is connected to Aunt Ling's across the hall. Aunt Ling has a dedicated 256k line.

Aunt Ling is thirty-five years old, with a beautiful face, a slender and tall figure, and is 163 cm tall. Her measurements are 34C, 25,

35. (I found out about her bust size by secretly looking at her bra while she was showering; the rest she told me later.) She

's intelligent witty, beautiful, and gentle. I really don't understand why her 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 her laundry to the laundry room, she accidentally dropped a light blue pair of panties, which I picked up while following behind her. I hid these panties

in a hidden compartment of my drawer, and every day when I was browsing pornographic images online, I would masturbate while holding Aunt Ling's panties

to my nose and penis. Aunt Ling requires me to keep a diary, so I record my daily entries using a computer diary

program . To maintain privacy, the program requires a password, and there's no icon

for it on the desktop or in any group folder. Furthermore, I've hidden the entire directory, making it

very secure. So I confidently record things like hiding Aunt Ling's panties in the drawer compartment in my diary.

Recently , my parents went abroad for a business trip, and instead of returning home, they went directly to their nth honeymoon. I'm their only child,

so as long as they settle me in, they consider me a "bad parent," and I'm entrusted to Aunt Ling again. One

summer afternoon, I returned from playing outside and went straight to Aunt Ling's house. I found her preparing dinner. I poured myself a

drink and sat on a high stool by the kitchen table, chatting with Aunt Ling, who was wearing a loose top and long skirt. The sunlight

accentuated her beautiful figure, and her movements further highlighted her shapely hips.

The creases of her panties were faintly visible under her skirt. I really wanted to see her panties under her skirt, clinging to her buttocks. Thinking about it, my

body reacted naturally, and I started stammering. I quickly drank my beverage to cover it up. But Aunt Ling

noticed, turned around, looked at me, and asked, "Xiao Zheng, what's wrong?" I thought, this is bad, 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 speaking out is the right thing to do. 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, showing me her buttocks in panties. Finally, she tucked her skirt into

her waistband, leaving her lower body, clad only in panties, exposed to my view, and continued preparing dinner as if nothing had happened

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

Before long, my semen gushed out. After cleaning up, Aunt Ling called out, "Xiao Zheng, come eat

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

remained . Aunt Ling remained calm, showing no sign of anything amiss. When she got up to add rice to my bowl and walked

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

but this time, I had much more difficulty swallowing. After a hasty meal, I rushed back to my room and masturbated again.

Chapter Two: Hacker Aunt Ling 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 from Aunt Ling's room, to explore. The dressing room was

probably bright and spacious, with Aunt Ling's clothes and accessories neatly displayed. Of course, my purpose wasn't there; my

target was the large drawers. I opened the first compartment on the left, and what I saw were rows of pantyhose. Mesh, lace,

Various patterns and colors. Okay, the second drawer on the left contains garter belt sets, again,

all shapes and colors. The third drawer has 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

are the same. These three layers are arranged according to color shades. Every kind of sexy clothing I've seen online is here. Lace

trim, openwork lace in the middle, hollow, with a more transparent silk in the middle, thong-shaped… it's truly an eye-opener.

Most of it is silk, mixed with some cotton. I estimate about half is transparent, it's a treasure trove

. Moreover, I also discovered that the innermost compartments of the bottom drawer don't contain clothing. There are vibrators,

massagers, anal plugs, and most surprisingly, the vibrators, massagers, and anal plugs even have wireless remote controls.

Some are still brand new and unopened. However, I didn't take any of them. Because the musty smell of

worn clothes , replaced by a fresh, clean scent. I was captivated by it, imagining Aunt Ling wearing or using

these things. Suddenly, the ringing of the phone pulled me back to reality. I rushed back to my room to answer it.

(Yes, Aunt Ling had left my dedicated 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, go to the 5.0 rating section, 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 to 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 !

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 work either; 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 Aunt Ling in the eye.

Aunt Ling noticed something was wrong and kept asking me what was wrong, if I wasn't feeling well, but 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 three meals a day, 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, 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, invading your privacy.

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 why she can keep intruders in check.

Even thieves have their code of honor; legitimate hackers don't compromise data or infringe on interests.

We only leave messages for administrators, asking them to patch the vulnerabilities.

Without leaving messages, we're technically nonexistent.

Only the most foolish hackers get caught.

As for those who do wrong and stray from the right path, even if they don't target the companies associated with my godmother, she'll still punish them after

tracking down.

Recently, the key to cracking some hacker cases was a "confession letter

" sent from their main email account. Of course, they were completely unaware of this "confession letter."

So, when my godmother connects to your computer and sees 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 my godmother can't access.

As for the closed type, Godmother only needs to touch one point to get the most crucial information quickly.

Masturbation isn't a bad thing; moderate masturbation is actually very healthy.

There's nothing to be ashamed of. Godmother won't object to forbidding 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 there too long, so Godmother washed it and changed it for you

. 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 very honored.

However, due to moral constraints, we cannot cross this invisible line in real life.

Your godmother actually appreciates your sexual fantasies; it makes us feel closer.

Your godmother's curiosity violated hacker rules and invaded your privacy; I'm truly sorry.

I hope you can forgive your godmother.

Qiaoling, after reading this, I first glanced at the screen—yes, there was a bottle of lotion.

Then I checked my godmother's panties hidden in the lining.

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

I picked it up and sniffed it; it was clean and washed.

Clean panties, without that scent, just don't feel right.

I read it carefully several more times. I didn't expect my godmother to be so open-minded.

Then, I decided to leave a message for my godmother in my diary.

Aunt Ling, if I want clean panties, I can easily buy them online, can't I? Besides, I don't like

undershirts; could you please exchange them?

Then, I went to do other things.

The next day, I went to the convenience store under the pretense of checking things out at home, and then wandered around 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 pair of pink panties inside; my old underpants were gone.

There was nothing else in the hidden compartment.

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

I knew that Aunt Ling had hacked into my computer again and understood what I wanted. I

checked my diary on the computer and saw that Aunt Ling had left a message again: "

Your wish is my command." As for the hidden compartment, my godmother thought it was unnecessary. There was no need

to hide , was there? Qiaoling 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 change the pair of

worn for me to masturbate with.

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.

Hacker Aunt Ling Chapter 3: An Unexpected Gain These days are really happy.

I can openly masturbate in my room, smelling Aunt Ling's panties. I

don't have to worry about Aunt Ling finding out 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 masturbating)

, went online, looked at pictures, took out the new panties Aunt Ling had put in that day, and started masturbating.

Imagining that it was Aunt Ling and me in the picture made my penis grow even harder.

When I brought Aunt Ling's panties to my cheek, I noticed they were a little wet. It was her juices!

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 something for you?" I hurriedly covered my penis 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 were gradually soaked with the continuous stream of semen.

Aunt Ling was stunned. After a while, she came to her senses and stammered, "I'm sorry, Xiao Zheng, I should have

knocked first." Then, Aunt Ling actually knelt in front of my penis with my legs spread wide open and used the semen-

stained panties to wipe my penis clean after ejaculation.

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

anything at the supermarket?" Aunt Ling turned to leave.

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

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

said this with her back to me, casually placing the wet panties on my table.

She straightened her legs together, lifted her skirt to her waist, and gracefully took off the panties in front of my door

.

I just stood there without moving, watching all of this, watching the panties that were just clinging to Aunt Ling's beautiful buttocks,

being taken off along with her pantyhose.

I also saw Aunt Ling's full mons pubis covered by thick pubic hair, her round, plump buttocks, and her tight

anus .

All of it was presented to me without any obstruction.

Involuntarily, my eyes widened, and my mouth slightly opened. My penis

became even more erect.

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 panties stained with semen and walked out of my room.

A few steps outside, she tossed out a sentence, "Also, wipe your table." I watched as Aunt Ling

swayed , tossed the panties into the trash can as she passed it,

then put on her high heels and went to the supermarket with nothing underneath her skirt.

When I came to my senses, Aunt Ling was already out the door.

The apple-green panties, still warm, were still hanging on my face.

As for my penis, it was already erect and about to ejaculate.

Hacker Aunt Ling Chapter 4 Soft Pantyhose That day, I not only got to have Aunt Ling's panties, but they also still held

her body heat. I was so satisfied, and I recorded it all in my diary.

Now, I actually hope Aunt Ling will hack into my computer again.

So, I tentatively wrote at the end of my diary, hoping to have Aunt Ling's warmth again in the future.

I wrote like this for two days, but there was no response.

And I still kept Aunt Ling's apple-green panties.

The next evening, I went downstairs to my house for my routine check.

When I came back, I turned on my computer and saw that Aunt Ling had left a reply! "

Xiao Zheng, I'm hesitant. I don't know if what I'm doing is right or wrong.

According to normal worldly views, I'm undoubtedly wrong.

But, in my opinion, masturbation is a very healthy way to release emotions.

Besides, if I do this, you can concentrate more on your studies...

Sigh, never mind, okay, I promise you.

From now on, I won't put my underwear in your drawer anymore.

When you need it, just tell your godmother, and she'll take it off for you on the spot.

" Qiao Ling ran to the living room and looked at Aunt Ling.

Aunt Ling was sitting on the sofa with her legs spread wide, seemingly expecting me to rush out. She chuckled and said, "What's wrong

with you? You're such a lecherous old man. You have to take things slowly to enjoy them." I was too excited to speak,

only managing to say, "Aunt Ling...you...the diary says..." Aunt Ling replied, "Can't wait, wanting it now is good,

isn't it? Your godmother promised you, how could she go back on her word?" With that, Aunt Ling rolled over on the sofa,

tossing me a comment, "Close your eyes, okay?" Then she rolled over again, her back to me, kneeling on the sofa, and

gracefully pulled down her panties. Of course, everything was now completely

exposed widened even further.

Then, with a casual remark, the panties were tossed onto my head. "Here you go, you little lecher. I knew it, even if I

told you to close your eyes, you wouldn't listen." I stood there stunned, then, after regaining my senses, I took my reward and went back to my room

to deal with the problem that was about to burst out of my shorts.

This diary is no longer just a recording program.

It's now interactive. It's a two-way communication channel between me and Aunt Ling.

Aunt Ling told me that she still follows the unwritten rules of hackers and leaves a mark.

In the diary entries she has read, there will be a small "cl" mark in the lower left corner.

Later, I wrote that I liked to see Aunt Ling wearing high heels and short skirts...

My requests were all granted.

After reading my diary, Aunt Ling went shopping the next day.

Aunt Ling already had quite a few high heels, but she said that her original high heels were worn outside and would

dirty the floor at home.

So she bought a new batch, specifically to wear at home for me to see.

The only thing is that when Aunt Ling took off her underwear and bra, I only caught a fleeting glimpse.

Before I could get a closer look, Aunt Ling's short skirt or top would cover her up.

Once, when Aunt Ling took off her underwear and bra, I presumptuously tried to touch Aunt Ling's beautiful body, but Aunt Ling slapped my

hand away and said, "No, I can't accept that."

Another time, while shopping with Aunt Ling, I couldn't resist placing my hand on her shapely buttocks. Aunt Ling's face

immediately fell. When we got home, she told me that men shouldn't make such frivolous gestures, and even in close relationships,

it should only be done in private. Doing so in public was inappropriate.

Not only that, but it would make her look cheap and humiliating to her.

Moreover, such frivolous behavior was disrespectful to her public image.

Although Aunt Ling's words made sense, I felt there was some psychological element involved.

I wrote my sexual fantasies about Aunt Ling in my diary every day, knowing she would see them.

At the end of each day's entry, I wrote, "Aunt Ling, can I look closely? Can I

touch you ? Please, Aunt Ling."

Otherwise, my mind would be filled with images of her beautiful body, and I wouldn't be able to do anything else.

Please, Aunt Ling.

From the marks Aunt Ling left, I knew she had seen them, but she was still hesitant.

Finally, one day, I went out with a friend.

It was dinnertime when I got home, and Aunt Ling was cooking in the kitchen.

After showering, I went back to my room and turned on my computer. I've now set it to automatically open the diary program first, and I've removed the hidden

directory and password since they weren't necessary.

The first thing I saw was Aunt Ling's message. Finally, she'd made a decision, whether good or bad.

I quickly pulled up a chair and sat down to read it carefully. "

Xiao Zheng, I feel like something's wrong with what we're doing, but I can't quite put my finger on it.

Is it because of my role as your godmother? But isn't being a godmother supposed to take care of and pamper your godson? I don't see anything wrong

with giving you a safe outlet for your emotions and reducing your worries outside of schoolwork.

Is it the age difference between us, or the constraints of traditional etiquette? None of that should bother me. I

've always hated these worldly notions.

So, what is it that I can't figure out? Mutual affection between a man and a woman—where's the problem? I

've been thinking about this for days.

Since I can't find a reason to object, I should agree to your request.

But something just feels off, I can't quite put my finger on it."

Okay, let's compromise. You can touch your godmother's body, and your godmother agrees.

However, it can only be through her clothes at the time, and only in private, when it's just the two of us.

As for seeing her private parts... we'll keep that for now. Let your godmother think everything through, okay? Your godmother

is also troubled, wanting to give you an answer, but not knowing how to decide.

Please forgive your godmother for making you so upset these past few days. Can you accept your godmother's compromise proposal? Let your godmother have more

time to think about this whole thing, okay? Qiaoling, that's great, you responded!

I rushed to the kitchen and hugged Aunt Ling from behind, thanking her.

Aunt Ling was wearing a silk top, a short, tight skirt, pantyhose, and "home wear" high heels.

Aunt Ling said, "What's wrong, Xiao Zheng? Be careful, or our dinner will be ruined." At that moment,

how could I hear those words, how could I care that I was touching Aunt Ling's alluring breasts? I was even more surprised to find that

there was no bra under the silk top.

With her beautiful breasts in my hands, I kneaded Aunt Ling's left breast with one hand and reached down under her skirt with the other.

Stroking Aunt Ling's pert buttocks, the lining of her pantyhose traced the cleft of her thighs, my hand

touching a wet patch.

I flipped my hand forward, over her pelvis, to her most private area.

My hand caressed this area through the pantyhose and panties.

My left hand wasn't idle either, circling her breasts through her silk blouse, occasionally kneading her

erect nipples.

Aunt Ling's breathing grew more rapid and louder.

Her hands were no longer on the vegetables, but on the countertop, clenching and unclenching.

Listening to her panting, I moved my lips to her alluring lips.

Aunt Ling pursed her lips, trying to avoid me.

I applied more pressure with both hands.

Finally, my lips touched Aunt Ling's lips.

My athletic shorts were stretched taut, uncomfortably swollen.

So I used one hand to pull down my shorts and underwear.

Instantly, my penis sprang out.

I reached back and lifted Aunt Ling's short, narrow skirt to her waist.

I rubbed my penis between her buttocks and between her legs, sometimes placing it there, sometimes between them.

The warm, soft sensation was indescribable.

Then, my hands focused on Aunt Ling's proud breasts, kneading them incessantly.

Aunt Ling's hair was slightly disheveled from the constant back-and-forth movement of her head.

I then brought my lips to Aunt Ling's delicate lips.

This time, I received another surprise.

Aunt Ling didn't purse her lips to avoid it; instead, she let her tongue enter my mouth.

We passionately sucked, our tongues intertwining and entering each other's mouths.

My penis rubbed faster and faster. My right hand moved down

, touching the top edge of Aunt Ling's pantyhose. I pressed my hand down, preparing to go inside.

Aunt Ling hurriedly said from the midst of our kiss, "No, Xiao Zheng. No. Please, we agreed

not to . No, please, Xiao Zheng," and pressed down on my hand as I tried to go inside.

I hesitated for a moment. If I broke our agreement now, everything that had been so wonderful lately might be

ruined .

I couldn't take that risk. It was better to proceed cautiously, step by step.

So I put my hand on Aunt Ling's breasts again and

started kneading them. When Aunt Ling realized I had withdrawn my hand, she relented and unbuttoned her shirt with one hand.

She reached out and took my hand, guiding it to her breasts.

My penis was rubbing and pressing against Aunt Ling's buttocks and genitals.

I cupped her breasts from below and kneaded them, occasionally pinching her nipples.

I noticed that if I pinched her nipples a little harder, Aunt Ling would gasp.

Then she would bite her lower lip to keep from making a sound.

Finally, I pinched her harder, and Aunt Ling couldn't help but let out a soft moan.

After that, she tried her best to purse her lips and suppress any words, using very faint moaning sounds to match

my movements.

And so, we made love passionately in the kitchen, until I ejaculated into Aunt Ling's private

parts .

Semen stained her short skirt and pantyhose, running down her shapely legs.

Aunt Ling slumped on the counter, panting for a while before settling down. She turned to look at me, scolding, "Look at you,

all sweaty and ruining my dish again. Go take a shower. I need to take a shower too.

Wait until I make another dish before we eat. If you're hungry, it's your own fault for being so impatient!" With that, she began to undress and head

towards her bathroom.

I followed her involuntarily. When we reached her door, Aunt Ling stopped me, saying,

"No, young man, go back to your bathroom and take a shower." So I turned and went back to my room across the street to shower.

After I finished, I tidied up the messy kitchen.

As I put the cleaning supplies back, I happened to be right outside Aunt Ling's bathroom.

The window was slightly ajar, but the blinds were closed.

Besides, I knew there was another curtain. So I didn't bother with it further.

Strangely, after doing all that, I stood by the window for a while before I heard the sound of water.

To be honest, I didn't really appreciate pantyhose before; I preferred

garter more arousing.

I even considered writing in my diary that Aunt Ling should throw all those pantyhose away and never wear them again.

However, after this experience, my attitude changed to one of non-opposition.

That day, dinner wasn't served until almost eight o'clock.

I was indeed hungry, a little hungry.

But, you know what? I didn't mind at all.

Chapter Five: Surprise and Delight. That day, when I first tasted pantyhose, although we were both involved, I

still wrote down my excitement and feelings in detail in my diary.

After all, a faithful record is necessary.

I also raised my questions with Aunt Ling: why does she always hold back, only making soft moans?

Why ? Also, why did it take so long to hear the water after she went into the room? Aunt Ling

answered me the next day, "Xiao Zheng, you're right. I hadn't really thought about that.

From a young age, I was taught to be a dignified lady.

No matter the occasion, I couldn't lose my composure or raise my voice, as that would be beneath my dignity.

So, unconsciously, I suppressed myself from making any noise.

Otherwise, I would be considered lewd.

Now, thinking about it, it's really ridiculous. It was just the two of us; who would judge

us as lewd? Besides, my restraint only hurts myself.

Without fully opening up, how can I experience the ultimate? My godmother is really foolish. Thank you for pointing that out.

As for the other question, let's just keep it as my godmother's secret. Don't ask further, okay? Just consider it my shyness

, okay? Perhaps in the future, when the time is right, I'll tell you."

Qiaoling, sometimes I really don't understand. Aunt Ling has already treated me so well, what's there to be ashamed of? However,

since Aunt Ling has expressed herself this way, and besides, I still hope that the time will come to find out, I didn't bring it up again.

That day, CEO Su from the head office called Aunt Ling's private phone line. This was a rare occurrence.

Aunt Ling delegated all company matters to others, remaining behind the scenes and not interfering in anything.

Of all the company employees, only the CEO knows our home phone number.

Outside of our family of three, you could count the rest on one hand.

He and Aunt Ling get along very well, share similar interests, and have a tacit understanding on matters, plus he's single.

My mother has tried to set them up several times, but things always go wrong, the timing isn't right… nothing comes of it.

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