Aunt's son's cunt

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Some things you can forget, but some things will remain forever in your memory, like your first time. In

my hometown, we call my wife's brothers "舅老剌" (jiù lǎo guān) and their wives "舅母子" (jiù mǔ zǐ).
There are many articles online about incest between husband and wife's sisters, but it's not common here. Sisters-in-law are treated as family,
while wives are treated as outsiders, so it's common for them to sleep in the same bed,
similar to .

My wife is three years younger than her brother. I got married in the first half of the year, and my wife's brother got married in the second half. I'm
a , and my wife's sister is a year younger than my wife. The first time I saw my wife's sister, I was stunned by her beauty! It was
summer, and she was wearing a light t-shirt and shorts. Her fair, slender legs, and
the shape of her bra hidden under her t-shirt, made me fantasize. When she blushed and affectionately called me "brother-in-law," I
immediately felt intoxicated! A thought lingered in my mind: "I'm going to get you into bed and make you call
me 'brother'!" You know what? Later, I really did manage to get her completely undressed.

My mother and son were from out of town; after graduating with a nursing degree, they worked as nurses in the pediatrics department of a hospital in my hometown. My uncle
worked in marketing for a foreign-owned company. Not long after I got married, they came to my house to look at the renovations, saying they were also planning
to get married within the year. I asked my uncle why they were in such a hurry, since they had only known each other for less than three months.

My uncle glanced at my aunt and son and said, "It's her who's in a hurry." My aunt and son blushed, embarrassed. I
joked, "What's wrong? One's finally decided (got it), and the other's finally decided (lost her virginity)?" My wife
pinched me hard, and I exaggeratedly yelled, looking at my aunt and son, "Keep an eye on your sister-in-law!" Her
face turned even redder.

When we invited them to stay for dinner, my uncle slowly revealed the truth: My aunt's daughter was so beautiful and had such a great figure that
many male doctors in the hospital were relentlessly pursuing her, causing her great distress. She wanted to get married
to end their advances. He then pleaded with me, saying that because he was often away from home, he wanted me to take full responsibility
for decorating . I said, "Are you trying to kill me? I've only just recovered." My wife said, "Who
told you to go into this line of work? Just help your brother out; he thinks highly of you." My eyes glanced at my aunt's daughter again,
deliberately remaining silent. My aunt's daughter knew I was waiting for her to ask me. She placed a piece of fish in my bowl and
glanced at me again. I felt that look was… yes, tender, no, seductive! I was overjoyed
; there was hope! I readily agreed. My wife was unhappy: "Even my brother's request wasn't enough; you have
to ask your sister-in-law." I declared confidently, "I'm afraid your sister-in-law will look down on my terrible skills."

Following the layout of my uncle's new house and referencing a minimalist Western European style, I quickly designed a renovation plan, which
my uncle and aunt were very satisfied with. I left room for flexibility, saying we could modify it as we went along. My uncle said, "Just ask my aunt
; if she says it's okay, then it's fine." I immediately found the best construction team and began my ulterior motives in the renovation project.

Haste makes waste, so I slowly began flirting with my aunt. She worked three shifts, so time wasn't
an issue . I created many opportunities to get close to her, saying I needed to look at some materials, that something needed
changing, or that the colors needed adjusting… Often, when she arrived, nothing came of it. I don't know if she noticed my intentions
, but it didn't matter, because I was already at her beck and call. Once, she even said I could call her even during her
work hours , and she could temporarily change her shift.

When we were together, I sometimes deliberately stood very close to her; it was hot, so we were practically touching, and she
never moved away first. One time, she went first and called me to come too, saying there was a problem with the bathtub in the bathroom.

When I arrived, I was covered in sweat. She filled a basin with water for me to wash up. As I took the basin, I held her hand down with my hand, and
she didn't pull it away for a long time. We looked at each other, both feeling like we'd known each other for ages. After taking the basin, I
gently bumped her chest with my elbow. She laughed and said, "You did that on purpose." I laughed too and said, "Yes
,

I did." She said, "You're naughty." I said, "I'm good. Anyone else would have taken you." She said, "You wouldn't dare." I said, "
If you don't believe me, just wait and see." She laughed, so brightly.

Everything was ready; all that was left was figuring out how to handle this swan. My aunt seemed to understand
my thoughts and took the initiative to invite me to look at the bed and other bedroom furnishings. On the way, I asked her if she and my uncle had slept together
. This was very important; I had to find out first, or I'd be in big trouble. She seemed a little
embarrassed and didn't answer. It seemed they had slept together. Okay, that's good, we've slept together! I thought to myself, now I
can go all out and have my way with you. We both liked the same set of clothes and booked it. On the way back, I asked her if we could go out for a chat that night.
She said if you could, I could too, and we agreed to meet at the "Wild Lily" bar at eight o'clock. I didn't want to be too hasty; I wanted some
romance.

"Wild Lily" was the best bar in our area. It was good for two reasons: safety and facilities. Many people go to
bars as a pretext to drink, mainly to do *that*, and I was no exception. Before ten o'clock, I took my aunt and niece to
a private room on the third floor. After turning on the air conditioning to make it comfortable, I said, "Shall we take a shower?" She asked, "Who goes first?" I said, "
Together." She didn't say anything, which I took as consent.

In the bathtub, I said to my aunt and niece, "Let me help you undress." I slowly took off her t-shirt and bra,
admiring her beautiful body while involuntarily caressing it. When her bra was removed, her pair of high, firm
breasts trembled slightly, the two nipples resembling red grapes. I opened my mouth and took one
into my mouth, sucking like a baby, my tongue swirling around it, making my aunt's body tremble slightly.
She reached out and hugged my head, moaning softly. She's already aroused? No way!

I pulled down her tiny panties, revealing her slightly raised vulva covered in thick
, dark pubic hair. Her beautiful body was finally laid bare before me, so beautiful! I
quickly stripped off my own clothes and embraced her. Mouths close, chests pressed together, hips crossed—
tonight, everything about her belonged to me. I gently kissed every inch of her flawless white skin, my right hand
unable to resist parting the soft pubic hair, gently stroking her labia with my fingers. Oh! My thick penis
had been erect at a 70-degree angle for a long time. I guided her soft little hands to my hardness, and she...
She held on tightly, her legs seemed to go weak, and she wrapped one arm around my shoulder, pressing all her weight against
me , panting heavily. It was time to wash our feverish (and horny) bodies with the showerhead.

On the Simmons mattress, we kissed for a long, long time, until our mouths were dry, because we
had no saliva left. I used my long, thick penis to caress and touch her incredibly beautiful face and lips, like
applying lipstick to her. Slowly, I touched her breasts…nipples…abdomen…genitals…

I pressed my face close to her genitals, carefully appreciating the differences between her and my wife. I stuck out my tongue and
began licking her labia and clitoris; it tasted a little salty, and her vaginal fluid began to overflow. I gently stirred my tongue back and forth
, sucking, and the sticky fluid increased. My aunt's body writhed more and more violently, until she clamped my head tightly between
her white, tender thighs, moaning loudly, "I want it! Come on!"

I'd been having sex with my wife for over six months, and I knew what a woman needed most at that moment. I spread her legs,
moved the hand that had been stroking her buttocks to her genitals, and began
rhythmically pressing her vulva with my middle and index fingers, occasionally pinching her labia. My aunt's arousal was completely aroused; her body twisted
like a pretzel, and she kept shouting, "Fuck me! I can't take it anymore! Hurry!" I felt the throbbing pain in my penis amidst her cries
, and immediately lay on my side in a typical 69 position, engaging in oral sex with her. My penis was
quite large, and my aunt's small mouth couldn't take it all in. So, when she wasn't paying attention, I thrust my hips forward, and she would
gag and spit it out, because it had entered her throat. But she wouldn't give up and would immediately take it back into her mouth.

After playing like this for more than ten minutes, my penis head felt numb and tingly, and I was about
to ejaculate. I didn't want to finish so soon.

I quickly turned to her side to calm myself down and let my penis soften a bit. I moved my head
down , pinched one of her nipples with one hand and put it in my mouth to suck, while carefully probing into her already
overflowing, tender vagina with the other. Her eyes were half-closed, her breasts slightly open, and she was humming softly, looking extremely comfortable and
adorable . "You're still enjoying yourself?" I suddenly inserted two fingers into her vagina at the same time, and she let out another "Ah!" as my hand
was tightly gripped by her and I couldn't move.

"Don't torture me anymore, okay?" My aunt and son showed a pitiful expression.

"Really want to be fucked?" My tone was obviously teasing.

The mother and son pouted: "Why do you say it so harshly? Can't you be more subtle?"

I was about to say something when my hand inside her vagina seemed to touch something. I touched it carefully, oh! Like
my wife, she also had an IUD. My wife got it after we got married because we didn't want
children . She, on the other hand, got hers before even getting married. Thinking about this, a nameless jealousy welled up inside me, so I forcefully
poked at her cervix a few times, almost bringing tears to my aunt's eyes. She wasn't being effeminate,
just a little rough. I immediately regretted it: someone else's girlfriend slept with you, and you're still jealous! I
felt sorry for her again.

"Hey! There's something inside you!" My hand stopped digging, but I still didn't want to
let her off the hook.

My sudden, exaggerated question really startled my aunt. She sat up abruptly:
"What? What's growing? How do you know there's something growing?" A barrage of questions and her tense
expression made me chuckle.

“There really is something.” I touched the ring, knowing the answer already, and asked, “What is it? Is it a long
thing?”

“Oh,” my aunt’s expression immediately relaxed, “You really don’t know? Let me tell you, it’s called a contraceptive ring.”

“Oh.” I pretended to understand, then shamelessly asked, “Was it put on specifically for me?”

She shook her head, “I’ve had it on for over a month.”

She saw that I was deliberately teasing her, grabbed my ear and pulled me down. No matter how hard I tried, I couldn’t pull myself up,
and I fell into her arms. She cupped my face in her hands, and I could see that she was truly full of affection. We gazed at each other for a long, long time without
moving , truly tender and loving. To be honest, at that moment, I felt a little reluctant to sleep with her.
Although she slept with me after my seduction, as a seasoned womanizer, I still thought she was very pure and innocent.

"What are you daydreaming about!" My aunt hugged my waist, buried her head in my chest, and pressed her face against mine
. "Your heart is beating so fast, at least 120 beats per minute."

My penis was throbbing painfully again. I laid her down and slowly moved my thick penis to
the outer edge of her vulva, rubbing it against her. I felt her vaginal fluid seemed to have dried up. I didn't rush to penetrate her, but instead started flirting.

I said, "Do you know? I've been voyeurizing you several times!"

She asked me, "What's voyeurism?"

I said, "Raping you with your eyes..."

Before I could finish, she burst out laughing, "You can rape with your eyes? I don't feel like I've been raped!"

I held her tightly, looking into her beautiful eyes, and told her, "When I look at you, I'm
silently thinking, 'My penis is already inside your vagina, are you enjoying it?!' That's voyeurism."

"You men are so boring, always thinking bad things," she said dismissively.

"You can do it too, come on, try it, imagine that I've already penetrated you." I wanted her to believe it.

She stared at me with wide eyes, and after a while said, "I don't feel anything." I told her to close her eyes again, and she
obediently so, letting out a soft "Ah!" that sounded extremely pleasurable. She said, "This is called fantasizing, you're just making this up,
what do you mean by voyeurism?"

I covered her mouth, "Whether it's fantasizing or voyeurism, this is rape."

I couldn't take it anymore! These are things I wouldn't normally say to my wife, they're just too arousing. Looking
at her naked, beautiful body, "Put it in!" I shouted in my burning heart, grabbing my raging
cock , and with the lubrication of her vaginal fluids, I inserted it halfway in, "Die!" I thrust my hips forward, it was a little tight, but
I pushed harder! It was in! Almost completely in!

"Ah!" I saw her brows furrow, and she pushed me up with both hands, trying to push me away,
shouting , "It hurts! Slow down! Ah!"

I felt that she was deliberately making a lewd sound, so I teased her, "It's not like it's your first time, why are you afraid of pain?" As
I said , my crotch was not idle. I pushed my penis into her vagina again with force, and my penis was already pressed against the bottom of her vagina and could not go any deeper.

She didn't seem to be faking it: "Ah! It hurts! Please, stop!"

What happened? I had just put my hand inside her too, her hymen was gone, her vagina must have been fucked
many times, the pink color had already shriveled a bit, and it still hurt? I pulled out my penis, bent down to examine her genitals carefully, they were a little
red and swollen, probably because I used too much force.

I asked with concern, "Does it still hurt now? What happened? Did your brother-in-law fuck you too little?"

The mother and daughter's faces turned bright red with embarrassment, and she said coquettishly, "Can you touch and rub it for me first, then I'll
tell you."

I obediently rubbed her genitals gently with my palm, occasionally pinching her labia with two fingers. The aunt and
daughter's round buttocks swayed with the pinching and pulling of my fingers, the swaying gradually increasing in amplitude.

"If you don't tell me, I won't let you touch me anymore." I pretended to threaten her.

"Okay, I'll tell you... your brother-in-law's penis isn't as big as yours." She covered her eyes with her hands, so shy that I
immediately wanted to fuck her again.

"Chicken? Just say 'penis,' that's better. So, tell me, how big is his penis?"

"This big." She gestured with her thumb and forefinger.

"Why don't you compare it to mine? That'll be more accurate." I held my penis out to her hand.

The mother and son held my penis, which I was incredibly proud of, and compared it to hers. Perhaps she herself was
n't sure how big her husband's penis really was.

"Hey! It's not just about length, but also about girth." She remembered a problem that we had both overlooked
.

"Never mind, you haven't even measured your own husband's penis with a ruler. You're quite careless as a girlfriend!"

I deliberately mocked her: "You're not my wife, but I'm going to measure your vagina today." Indeed,
women 's vaginas vary in size. I noticed that my aunt's son's vagina was smaller than my wife's, and
his labia were thinner. No wonder she was crying in pain.

"What? Is that so?" she asked, genuinely curious. Seeing that I seemed genuinely about to get
something to compare, she wouldn't let me leave, pressing her face against my chest. "I'll measure it myself when I get back, and then I'll tell
you. Let's make the most of today."

This slut, I could never get enough of her!

After resting for a while, she felt better and gestured for me to come again. I gently inserted myself and slowly thrust in and out,
savoring the different pleasures of another woman. My penis was tightly enveloped by her vagina, it felt amazing! As she
adjusted and responded, I increased the force and frequency of my thrusts, kneading
her soft, firm breasts with both hands, my fingers occasionally pinching and playing with her nipples. Her pleasure intensified,
and more and more of her juices flowed from her vagina, her moans growing louder.

Her cheeks flushed, she panted, and cried out in ecstasy, "Oh! Oh! I want it! It feels so good! Your big
cock is fucking me..." I knew she was completely conquered by my big cock; she had just cried out no, but now she was a wanton
slut. Under my relentless onslaught, she was driven to ecstasy by my fucking, her genitals soaking wet, and my
arms and back bearing the scratches of her fingernails from her unbridled pleasure. I held back, trying to control myself from ejaculating,
constantly changing positions during our fucking session.

Her vagina was incredibly tight, and she was so beautiful and alluring. I had longed for her countless nights,
and seeing my penis freely moving in and out of my aunt's vagina gave me immense satisfaction. After thrusting
for over half an hour, a warm, pleasurable sensation spread through my glans—she had already ejaculated! I left my penis
inside her, supporting her waist, and slowly moved her knees to the edge of the bed, arching her buttocks upwards to
better accommodate my penis, thrusting faster and harder with greater force. After hundreds of thrusts, I felt myself reaching my
limit hurriedly asked her, "Should I put the semen inside?" Although she wore an IUD,
there were too many cases of problems with IUDs, and I still didn't want to cause trouble.

"Whatever you want, anywhere is fine," she said, seemingly unconcerned. I forgot she was a nurse, and handling this kind of
thing was a piece of cake for her. But I still hurriedly pulled out my penis, turned her over so her belly was up,
and a thick, milky-white stream of semen that I had been saving up for days shot out and shot into her round belly button! I climbed on top of her,
enjoying this blissful moment to the fullest.

As I was getting up to clean up, my aunt grabbed my still-erect penis, lifting
her face—a face I could never tire of looking at. She wanted me to see her beautiful face, lost in the throes of sex.
She occasionally licked the head of my penis with her tongue. Under this intense stimulation, my penis gradually regained its strength.
My aunt hugged my buttocks, her mouth filled with my penis, swallowing and spitting faster and faster, making moaning
sounds. Soon, I ejaculated a million drops of
semen She licked and swallowed it, saying to me with boundless affection, "Dear brother, your sister is always
yours!"

That night, we didn't get home until almost two in the morning. Before leaving, I pinned her against the door and fucked her one more time.

Not long after, the renovation of the new house was completed, and the result was satisfactory, becoming another masterpiece in my design career.
In this house that isn't mine, I've lost count of how many times I've slept with my aunt's son. Although I've also slept with his
untouched anus, the most memorable and exciting time was that one at the bar.

Do I still do it now? You'd never guess. When passion runs deep, let go—getting too deeply involved can lead to trouble!
Trouble!

Truly a romantic, courageous, and resourceful woman who uses her intelligence to win over the person she wants. I admire the article; it's very realistic and convincing. Knowing when to stop is a sign of heroism. I don't have an aunt like that... otherwise, I'd be ecstatic... OP is amazing! I think what you're saying is all fake. How can someone let you sleep with them before marriage? I don't think the story is fictional; I've encountered this situation too. Although I haven't finished reading it, it's not my type, but OP is still very hardworking. I haven't finished reading it either, but I feel it's well-written and worth supporting. Getting an IUD before marriage is no ordinary thing. OP has a rich imagination.

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