Hacker Auntie (Complete)

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Chapter 1 The Reward of Honesty

Around six o'clock in the evening, 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 business dinners, 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 politely declined

the offer .

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 seeking her services, and Aunt Ling gained even 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.

Therefore, 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 was going 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 tie Aunt Ling down just because of his own willfulness.

Aunt Ling, her mind in turmoil, immediately 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 a professional manager.

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, combining them into one unit.

Aunt Ling didn't have any children after her marriage, so she often wanted me to call her "Mom," but no matter

how much tried to please or tempt me, I remained unmoved.

Aunt Ling's English was also excellent; her speaking, writing, and listening were all first-rate.

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

even , and only returned during junior high school.) She was also a graduate of the science department of the top university in China.

Now, living a few floors above me, 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 was connected to Aunt Ling's

across the hall. She had a dedicated 256k line.

Aunt Ling is thirty-five years old, with a beautiful face, a slender figure, and is 163 cm tall.

Her measurements were 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

was 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 her absent-mindedness; she would often forget things.

Because of this, and because I was still developing, one time when she 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 those panties in a drawer compartment, and every day when I was browsing porn online, I would masturbate

while holding them close to my nose and rubbing them against my penis.

Her mother required me to keep a diary, so I recorded everything daily using a computer diary program.

To maintain privacy, the diary app requires a password to access, and it doesn't have an icon on the desktop or

in any group folder.

Furthermore, I've hidden the entire directory, making it very secure.

Therefore, I felt comfortable recording 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 thus, I was entrusted to

Aunt Ling again.

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

I found Aunt Ling 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 Aunt Ling's beautiful figure, and her movements further highlighted her beautiful, full hips.

The outline of her panties was 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 beverage to cover it up.

But Aunt Ling noticed, turned around, and looked at me, asking, "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 and showed me her buttocks covered 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, nearly made my penis explode.

I hurriedly put down my drink, rushed back to my room, and within moments, I ejaculated.

After cleaning up, Aunt Ling called out, "Xiao Zheng, come and 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 like that.

Aunt Ling remained calm, showing no sign of anything amiss.

As 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 hastily finishing my meal, I rushed back to my room and masturbated again.

Chapter Two: Hacking Author: carlchen That day, Aunt Ling suddenly decided to visit the head office.

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.

The dressing room was bright and spacious, with Aunt Ling's clothes and accessories neatly arranged.

Of course, my purpose wasn't there; my target was the large drawers.

I opened the first drawer on the left, and what I saw were rows and rows of pantyhose. Mesh, lace, various patterns, various

colors.

Okay, the second drawer on the left, this 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 had 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 shade of color.

I'd seen all sorts of sexy lingerie online, and this place had it all.

Lace trim, openwork lace in the center, hollow pieces, T-shaped designs with sheer silk in the middle

… It was truly an eye-opener. Most of it was silk, with some cotton mixed in.

I'd estimate about half of it was transparent; it was a treasure trove.

And what's more, I discovered that the innermost compartments of the bottom drawer weren't filled with clothes.

There were vibrators, dildos, anal plugs—and most surprisingly, even the vibrators, dildos, and anal plugs had

wireless remote controls.

Some were even brand new, still in their boxes.

However, I didn't take a single item. Because the worn, musty smell was gone, replaced by

a fresh, washed scent.

I was lost in the moment, 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 the phone. (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, "Anything is 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 boy, 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 and 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, remember to bring your key. I'll be waiting 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!

That means, the secrets I thought Aunt Ling wouldn't know, my sexual fantasies about her, she

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 wouldn'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 Aunt Ling was coming to pick me up.

After dejectedly turning off the power, I went downstairs and had 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.

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 upstairs to Aunt Ling's house for meals, studied English, math, physics, and chemistry, and then took the elevator

downstairs to go home.

Aunt Ling broke the ice again, 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, "I'm a woman, and I'm worried about safety living alone. You're a guy, you should

protect me. Come upstairs to sleep, we can look after each other. Otherwise, I'll move downstairs to your place."

I had nothing to say then. So, I went back to Aunt Ling's house.

That night, as was my habit, I unconsciously opened my 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, I got a little itchy last night and read your diary, which violated your privacy.

As you know, I specialize in preventing hacking.

You should also know that security and hacking are separated by a fine line. I'm also a hacker.

I was one of the earliest hackers, and it's one of my interests.

That's why I can keep intruders 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.

If we don't leave messages, technically speaking, we don't exist.

Only the dumbest hackers get caught.

As for those who do wrong and deviate from the right path, even if they haven't targeted the companies I'm affiliated with, I'll still punish them after

I track them down.

The key to cracking some recent hacker cases was actually a "confession letter" sent from their main email account

.

Of course, they were completely unaware of this "confession letter."

So, when your "godmother" connects to your computer and sees the security measures, she unconsciously hacks her way in.

Without security, she might have overlooked it.

To be honest, there's no computer connected to the internet that your "godmother" can't access.

As for closed systems, if she only needs to access one point, she can quickly obtain the most critical data.

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

There's nothing to be ashamed of. Your "godmother" won't object to prohibiting it.

Look at the screen now; your "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; your "godmother" washed it and replaced it with

a new pair.

If you don't like the color or style, tell your godmother in your diary, and she'll get you something you like.

Alternatively, you can just go to her dressing room and choose one.

Your godmother won't blame you for using her as the object of your sexual fantasies.

In fact, she feels honored.

However, due to moral constraints, we can't cross that invisible line in real life.

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

Her curiosity violated hacker rules and invaded your privacy; she's truly sorry.

She hopes you can forgive her.

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

Next, I checked the panties I hid in the compartment.

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

I picked it up, sniffed it—it was a clean, washed pair.

A clean pair of panties, without that scent, just wouldn't feel right.

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 want clean panties, I can easily buy them online, can't I

? Besides, I don't like underpants, 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 things out, 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 in my drawer, containing a pair of pink panties; the original underpants were gone.

There was nothing else in the compartment.

I picked up the pink panties and smelled them; that familiar, 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's no need to hide such things

, is 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 put a new pair of

worn 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, there's always a sufficient supply.

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

Chapter Three: An Unexpected Gain Author: carlchen These days are truly joyful.

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

don't have to worry about Aunt Ling discovering me and locking the door.

Moreover, opening the drawer every two or three days brings a sense of excitement and anticipation, like winning the lottery.

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

I still didn't want her to see me masturbating)

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

Imagining Aunt Ling and me in the pictures, my penis grew even harder.

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

Thinking about this, I almost ejaculated.

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 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 gradually became damp with the continuing stream 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 open penis and used the semen-stained panties

to wipe my penis clean after ejaculation.

Touched by Aunt Ling's slender fingers, my penis became slightly erect again.

"Okay!" 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.

“Ugh, I can’t handle you. Okay, turn your head away and close your eyes,”

Aunt Ling said with her back to me, casually placing the soaking wet panties on my desk.

She straightened her legs, lifted her skirt to her waist, and gracefully pulled the panties down in front of my door

.

I just stood there, watching, watching the panties that had just been clinging to Aunt Ling’s beautiful buttocks,

now pulled down along with her stockings.

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 laid bare before my eyes.

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

became 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 casually picked up the semen-stained 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 with nothing underneath her skirt, she went to the supermarket.

When I came to my senses, Aunt Ling was already gone.

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

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

Chapter Four: Soft Pantyhose Author: carlchen That day, I not only had Aunt Ling's panties,

but they also still held her body heat. How satisfied I was is recorded in my diary.

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

So, I tentatively added a request at the end of my diary, hoping to have Aunt Ling's warmth 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 the computer and saw that Aunt Ling had left a response!

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, doing this will help you concentrate better on your studies...

Sigh, whatever, 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.

I 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 smiled and said, "What's wrong?

Look at you, you impatient lecher. 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, want it now, huh? Okay, your godmother promised, how could I

go back on my word ?

" With that, Aunt Ling rolled over on the sofa, tossing me a line, "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 exposed again, and my eyes not only didn't close, they widened even more.

Then, with a casual remark, the pair of briefs was tossed onto my head. "Here you go, you little pervert. I knew it,

even if I told you to close your eyes, you wouldn't listen

." I stood there stunned. Coming to my senses, I took my reward and went back to my room to deal with the problem of my underwear nearly bursting open.

This diary was no longer just a recording program.

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

Aunt Ling told me that she still followed the unwritten rules of hackers, leaving a mark.

In the entries she had read, there would be a small "cl" mark in the lower left corner.

Later, I wrote that I liked seeing Aunt Ling in high heels, 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 old high heels had been worn outside and would

dirty the floor at home.

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

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

Before I could get a closer look, her skirt or top would cover me.

Once, when Aunt Ling took off her panties and bra, I presumptuously tried to touch her beautiful body, but she

slapped my hand away, saying, "No, I can't accept that.

" Another time, while shopping with Aunt Ling, I couldn't resist putting my hand on her beautiful buttocks, and her face

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

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

Not only that, but it would make her look cheap and humiliated by outsiders.

Moreover, such flirtation is disrespectful to her status in public.

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 take a closer look?

Can I touch it? Please, Aunt Ling.

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

Please, Aunt Ling.

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

Finally, one day, I went out with friends.

When I got home, it was dinnertime, and Aunt Ling was cooking in the kitchen.

After showering and returning to my room, I turned on my computer. I've now set it to automatically open my diary program first, and

I've removed the hidden directory and password since they're unnecessary.

My eyes fell on Aunt Ling's message. Finally, Aunt Ling has 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 shouldn't a godmother take care of and pamper her godson

? I don't see anything wrong with giving you a safe outlet for your emotions and reducing your worries outside of school.

Is it the age difference between us? Or the constraints of traditional etiquette?

These shouldn't bother me; I've always hated these worldly notions.

So, what is it?

I can't figure it out. If two people are in love, what's the problem?"

"I've been thinking about this for days.

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

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

How about this, we compromise: you can touch my body, and I'll allow it.

But only through my clothes at the time, and only in private, when it's just the two of us.

As for seeing my private parts… let's keep that to ourselves. Let me think everything through, okay?

I'm also very troubled; I want to give you an answer, but I don't know how to decide.

Please forgive me for making you so upset these past few days. Can you accept my compromise?

Let me have more time to think this through, okay?

Qiaoling is so great, she responded!

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

Aunt Ling was wearing a silk blouse, 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."

How could I listen to those words at that moment? How could I care?

I touched Aunt Ling's alluring breasts. I was even more surprised; under the silk blouse, there was no bra.

Her breasts were full and firm; I kneaded Aunt Ling's left breast with one hand, and slipped the other hand under her skirt.

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

touching a wet patch.

Then I flipped my hand forward, over her pelvis, to Aunt Ling's most private area.

My hand, through the pantyhose and pantyhose, caressed this area.

My left hand wasn't idle either, circling around Aunt Ling's 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 repeatedly.

Listening to Aunt Ling's panting, I moved my lips towards her alluring lips.

Aunt Ling pursed her lips, trying to avoid me.

I increased the pressure on my hands.

Finally, my lips touched Aunt Ling's lips.

My athletic shorts were stretched taut, uncomfortably so.

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.

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

The warm, soft sensation was indescribable.

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

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

I then brought my mouth 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 sucked passionately, our tongues intertwining and entering each other's mouths.

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

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

Aunt Ling hurriedly said through our kiss, "No, Xiao Zheng. No. Please, we agreed

we couldn't . Don't, okay? Xiao Zheng?" She pressed down on my hand as I tried to penetrate her.

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 placed my hand on Aunt Ling's breasts

and began to knead them. Knowing I had withdrawn my hand, Aunt Ling relented, unbuttoning her blouse with one hand.

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

My penis continued to rub and press against Aunt Ling's buttocks and genitals.

My hands cupped her breasts from below, kneading them and occasionally pinching her nipples.

I noticed that if I pinched her nipples even slightly, she would gasp.

Then she bit 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.

Afterwards, she tried her best to purse her lips, suppressing any words, and used extremely soft moans to match

my movements.

And so, we passionately caressed each other in the kitchen until I ejaculated into Aunt Ling's private

parts .

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

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

all sweaty and ruined my dish again. Go take a shower. I need to take a shower too. Wait until I make

another dish before eating; 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 involuntarily followed Aunt Ling to her room. When I 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 hall to shower.

After I finished, I tidied up the messy kitchen.

When I put the cleaning supplies back, it was right outside Aunt Ling's bathroom.

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

Besides, I knew there was a curtain, so I didn't bother.

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

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

garter more arousing.

I even considered writing in my diary that Aunt Ling should throw away all those pantyhose and stop wearing them.

However, after this experience, my attitude changed to one of acceptance.

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

Hungry?

Indeed, I was a little hungry.

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

Chapter Five: Surprise? Delight ? Author: carlchen That day, after my first taste of 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 to Aunt Ling: why did she always hold back, only making soft moans? Why did she have to suppress it like that ? Also, why did it take so long to hear the water after Aunt Ling went into the room? Aunt Ling gave me an answer the next day, Xiao Zheng: "You're right, I really hadn't thought about that properly. " From a young age, I was taught to be a dignified lady.

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