My First Love Was My Aunt Author: Yumimura Wolf

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My First Love Was My Aunt

Author: Gongcunlang
First Published on 2013/12/09
Word Count: 6821
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only have one aunt, who is only 9 years older than me. When I was little, my aunt was very close to me and treated me very well.

I remember my aunt often wore a floral dress, which looked especially beautiful. She had a faint
fragrance, and I always liked to snuggle up to her. When I was in the second year of junior high school, my aunt got married and moved to another county.

I was very sad at the time, feeling that my aunt had been taken away by a strange man and gone to a strange
man's home, no longer belonging to me.

The summer after my aunt's marriage, because my uncle had contracted too much land and was too busy, he asked us to come and help.

The adults couldn't leave immediately and would need to stay a couple of days later, so my cousin and I went first. When we arrived at my aunt's house, I was too small
to do any heavy work, so I helped look after the cows, feed the fish, and plant rice seedlings. In the evening, my uncle had to go to the fishpond to keep watch,
leaving my aunt, my cousin, another older sister, and me at home. When it was time to sleep, my aunt arranged for my older cousin to sleep with
another girl, and I slept with her. After I showered, I lay down on the bed.
When my aunt came over after her shower, I noticed she was wearing a skirt that went past her knees. When she got into bed, I saw her fair thighs and red underwear, and I
immediately blushed and quickly turned my head away to hide it. My aunt and I slept at opposite ends of the bed. After she lay down, I
couldn't help but steal my gaze, greedily peeking at her thighs. But as drowsiness came over me, I
quickly fell asleep. I woke up in the middle of the night and saw my aunt's legs right next to me, feeling their warmth and smoothness.

After that, I always wanted to peek at the glimpses of my aunt's legs that she occasionally revealed. My aunt had very fair skin, firm breasts,
and beautiful features. She was very affectionate towards me. As a teenager, my longing for the opposite sex was intense.
The following year, my aunt gave birth to a child. I often saw her breastfeeding at my maternal grandmother's house and at my parents' house. In the countryside, it
's not uncommon for new mothers to breastfeed. My aunt's breasts weren't very large, but they were firm and fair. Watching my cousin suckle, I
really wanted to rush over and share with him. My aunt had plenty of milk, and sometimes she would express the excess milk and put it in a cup.
Once, she had just finished expressing milk and saw me coming over, so she asked if I wanted some. I picked it up and smelled it—it smelled so fishy! I quickly put it down,
thinking that I'd rather just suckle directly.

As I went to high school and boarded at school, I saw my aunt much less often. My aunt also started her
own business . Then I went to university. I went to school alone because my aunt's house was close to the train station.
I went to her house first, and then she saw me off to the train. It was a small station, and the train was at around 10 pm.

My aunt helped me with my bag and saw me all the way to the platform. It was almost time to board the train. It was my first time traveling so far and my first
time taking a train, so I was very nervous. I put down my bag and looked at my aunt with reluctance. She looked at me too,
and then she started to cry. My eyes welled up too. Without thinking, since there weren't many people around, I
hugged my aunt, kissed her eyes to wipe away her tears, and then kissed her lips,
whispering , "Auntie, don't cry. I hope time passes quickly so I can see you soon." That was my first kiss.
At the time, I didn't know about French kissing; it was just a light peck on the lips. My aunt
didn't resist my sudden affection. I picked up my luggage and boarded the train. The train slowly pulled away. Through
the window, my aunt waved to me, her figure gradually disappearing into the distance…

In university, youthful energy was boundless, passion unleashed on the basketball court, and sexual urges would frequently arise.

Having never watched porn before, with the widespread availability of the internet, I watched
many Japanese sex education films with my classmates in the dormitory. It was around this time that I started masturbating, and the object of my masturbation was often
my aunt. When no one was in the dormitory, I would softly call my aunt's name, her lips,
firm I fantasized about
being intimate with my aunt on the bed, on the grass, and pleasure would quickly overwhelm me, the suppressed passion bursting forth, leaving a large puddle of sticky fluid on the blanket. As the heat subsided,
I quickly wiped it clean with a tissue. At that time, a strong desire to be with my aunt had already sprouted in my heart.

Freshman year ended, sophomore year began. Because my aunt's business was close to the train station, she told
me to pack my things and come stay with her for a few days before going to school. I was happy to spend time with her, so I happily
went to her house. There wasn't much to do at her house; I just helped her with her business and wandered around outside.

My uncle was working on a construction site and only came back every ten days or so. In the summer, I had a habit of taking a nap, and
my aunt invited me to rest in her room. When I entered the room, I was shocked to find my aunt's underwear hanging on the rack. You can probably guess what I did
next . My aunt's underwear was the smooth kind; I picked it up
and smelled it intensely, trying to smell her body. Then I took off my shorts and used her underwear and
bra to masturbate, listening to my aunt's voice outside, fantasizing about penetrating her vagina.
I quickly felt the urge to ejaculate. I quickly removed the underwear, let the night spray into the sink, and then
carefully hung it back up. Lying in bed, I discovered an even bigger surprise: my aunt's
silk . When I hugged my penis to the nightgown, the smooth, silky feeling was so wonderful that I couldn't help but ejaculate again.

So, for three consecutive days, I masturbated on my aunt's bed at noon, using her underwear and nightgown. On
the fourth day , perhaps because I was careless, I guessed my aunt found some marks on her clothes. She said she
also needed to sleep at noon and told me to sleep somewhere else. At the time, I didn't feel too embarrassed because I thought my aunt
was quite open-minded; even if she knew I was masturbating with her clothes, she probably understood it was
common behavior for teenagers.

During my sophomore year winter break, my train home was delayed, and I arrived close to midnight. There were no more
buses home, but luckily, my aunt's place wasn't far from the train station. So I took the last bus to
my aunt's house. Back then, there were no cell phones. When my aunt heard me knocking and opened the door, she was overjoyed to see me and
pulled me inside. It was already past midnight when my aunt got out of bed. I had been on the train for a day and a night and
was exhausted, so as soon as I put down my luggage, my aunt told me to go to sleep. There was only one bed in my aunt's shop at the time.
She told me to sleep at the other end. I obediently lay down, but I couldn't fall asleep. Time slowly passed, and listening to
my aunt's soft breathing, my wicked thoughts rose. I turned over and slowly reached my hand towards my aunt's leg,
bringing my face close to her feet, lightly touching her soles and toes with my lips. Lust gradually swelled, and I softly called
my aunt's name a few times. Seeing no response, I gently turned my body and lay down at the same end as her. Then, I slowly
reached out and hugged my aunt, gently leaning my body closer to hers. Breathing in my aunt's fragrance, I
grew bolder and bolder, my hand slipping under the hem of her nightgown and touching her breasts. To my delight, I discovered that my aunt wasn't
wearing a bra while sleeping. As that soft, delicate touch traveled from my palm to my brain, my brain and my penis both became engorged with blood. I
began to kiss my aunt's ears and neck. I gently turned her body and kissed her lips. I wanted to
kiss my aunt. At this point, I wasn't afraid of waking my aunt anymore. I wanted to possess her, to completely possess my dearest aunt!

My aunt opened her eyes and cried out, "You!" before I kissed her. She probably realized what was
happening , but couldn't scream, so she pushed me away while scolding me: "What are you doing? You can't do this! I'm your
aunt!" I held her tightly, preventing her from doing anything, pressing my head and shoulders against her upper body, my lips trembling
as I whispered in her ear: "I know, Aunt, but I love you. You are the person I love most. I can't control myself.
I want to be with you forever. I want to love you, Aunt. I want to kiss you and touch you." After saying that, I kissed my aunt's
earlobe , face, and lips, my hands not stopping, forcefully caressing and
squeezing inside her pajamas, trying my best to lift her aunt's penis, while continuing to say: "Aunt, I love you. I want to be good to you for the rest of my life. You are my dearest aunt. I
want you to be the woman I love most. Let me love you properly just this once. I can't control my love for you." My aunt's
resistance gradually weakened. I could feel her face burning, tears welling in her eyes, tasting salty as she licked them. Seeing my
chance, I pulled down my long underwear, then yanked my aunt's pajama bottoms down to her knees, and
took her nipple into my mouth. My aunt probably still loved me, or perhaps she was touched by what I said,
and caught off guard by my sudden attack, she turned her head to the side, closed her eyes, and tacitly agreed
. I was overjoyed, and using what I'd learned from watching porn, I kissed my way down from her breasts, finally stopping
between . The smell wasn't good there; probably because it was winter and she hadn't showered that day, it had a salty, fishy smell, but after licking
for a while, I felt some moisture coming out, and the smell improved. So I quickly lifted myself up, put my penis
against her breast, and started kissing her breast again. But because it was my first time, I couldn't seem to get in.
Pushing too hard hurt my penis. So I kissed my aunt's lips and murmured, "Auntie, let
me in. I love you, I'll love you forever, my dear auntie." My aunt was probably really moved. She
guided my penis with her hand, and I felt it was right, so I thrust in! The feeling was
indescribable . I felt my penis enter a hot, wet place, and during thrusting, I could feel the walls of her vagina
enveloping and rubbing against my glans. My penis became as hard as iron. I was incredibly excited. I had really made love with my aunt! I
kissed her frantically, my hands constantly squeezing her breasts, my thrusts becoming faster and harder, as if I wanted to
penetrate her completely. Not long after, overwhelmed by the intense pleasure, I couldn't hold back any longer and ejaculated
inside my aunt. After I finished ejaculating, I didn't let my penis come out. I continued to hold my aunt tightly,
kissing her as I said, "Auntie, forgive me. I love you so much. My love for you has uncontrollably
surpassed the love a nephew has for his aunt. Auntie, you love me too, don't you? Can you forgive me?" My aunt opened
her tearful eyes, slowly pushed me away, pulled down her clothes, and said, "Auntie was careless. I didn't know you had such complicated
thoughts. I hope you will respect your aunt in the future and not do such shameful things again. You are still young. You will find
a wife and get married in the future. Don't make mistakes again."

Seeing that my aunt didn't scold me, I hugged her again and said, "I will control myself, Auntie, but I really
love you so much. Please don't blame me, don't ignore me. You are still my dear aunt, okay?" My aunt silently nodded,
then pushed me away, got up, and went to the bathroom to wash up. I quickly grabbed some tissues and wiped myself. A while later
, my aunt came back, her back to me. I gently hugged her, and she didn't resist. We slowly fell asleep
.

The next day, I woke up to find my aunt had already gone to work. So I got up, washed up, and made some breakfast.

After breakfast was ready, I called my aunt to come and eat. She didn't look at me, but came over, sat down, and ate silently. I
said, "Auntie, I'm going home soon. Thank you for taking care of me. I love you." My aunt looked up, hesitated for a moment, and
said, "Xiao Lei, okay, go back to see your parents soon. Be careful on the road. Auntie still loves you." Hearing this, I felt
reassured that my aunt wouldn't ignore me, and happily hummed in agreement.

After breakfast, I packed up, picked up my luggage, and when no one was around, I leaned close to my aunt, kissed her, and
left. This time was different; my aunt didn't see me off, but I was already content.

After that, although my aunt and I saw each other often, we never had a chance to spend time alone together. When I was at school,
I would call her regularly, always saying things like "I love you" and "I miss you." My aunt gradually accepted
my affectionate words and actions.

After graduating from university, I had already found a job while still at school, and since summer vacation started early, I went home early.

My aunt also came to see me. That day, because it had just rained, a neighbor said there were mushrooms on the mountain, so my aunt
suggested we go mushroom picking, and I readily agreed. I changed into an old camouflage uniform, and my aunt changed into
an old floral shirt and blue cloth pants that she used to wear at her parents' home. Each of us took a basket, and we went into the mountains.

The vast mountains, the fragrance of the earth, were invigorating. We kept finding wild
mushrooms , and kept walking deeper into the mountains. Suddenly, the sky darkened again, and then it started to rain.
That's how summer weather is—it changes in an instant. The woods were still damp to begin with, and with the rain coming, there was nowhere to hide, so we
hurried home. Soon, my aunt and I were completely soaked. I suddenly noticed that my wet shirt
clung to my aunt's body, revealing her curves, and my heart started racing. So I deliberately walked behind her, glancing at her waist and hips
every now and then , and my little brother involuntarily became erect. After walking for about ten minutes, the rain
stopped. We came to a flat spot, and I had a sudden thought. I asked my aunt, "Auntie, are you tired?"
"Tired?" Auntie said, "It's been years since I've been to the mountains, I'm really tired." I laughed and said, "Tired? Then let me carry you." I

moved in front of Auntie and crouched down. Actually, I knew Auntie definitely wouldn't let me carry her. Sure enough,
Auntie patted my back and said, "It's hard to walk in these mountains by yourself, and you can't carry me? We'll both end up
covered in mud.

" I turned around, looked at Auntie, and saw a withered leaf on her head. I said, "Auntie, you have
something on your head, let me help you." Then I leaned over, took the leaf, and threw it away. At this moment, I was very close to Auntie,
and I could clearly see her black underwear through her wet shirt. I couldn't resist, put my hands on Auntie's shoulders,
and said, "Auntie, you're so sexy, I want to kiss you." Auntie was stunned, and suddenly her expression became very complicated. I
didn't wait for her to react and kissed her on the lips, while simultaneously wrapping my arms around her back. My aunt tried
to push me away, but to no avail. She shook her head, trying to escape my lips, saying, "Are you crazy? If someone
sees us we're finished!" I said, "No, it's raining now, who would be on the mountain?" My hand slipped inside her from behind,
found the bra clasp, tried a few times, and opened it. Then I moved my hand to the front and grabbed her breast.

Her breast, wrapped in wet clothes, was cool and soft, so comfortable. My aunt stopped resisting again.
I took off my camouflage shirt, threw it on the ground, and then pushed my aunt down on top of me. I unbuttoned her shirt one
button at a time, lifted her bra to the side, and took a bite. Ah, finally, I had that alluring nipple in my mouth again.
Then , I unbuttoned my pants, kicked them off, and unbuttoned my aunt's pants as well (my aunt was wearing old pants,
the kind with buttons, and only two). This time, I entered her much more skillfully than the first time. My aunt was probably stunned by
this kind of sex. She certainly couldn't believe she'd be making love with her nephew in the mountains after the rain.
My blood was boiling, and I thrust in and out like a madman. My aunt couldn't help but moan softly,
looking at me as if I were a stranger. I looked at her too, screaming with each thrust: "Auntie, I love you,
I want to fuck you, I want you to be my woman, I want to fuck you, please say yes, Auntie." My aunt's desire
surged too. She wrapped her arms around my back, murmuring, "Yes, yes, my little Lei, you've fucked me to death,
I'll never be able to face anyone again." Another wave of pleasure washed over me, and I couldn't control myself any longer, ejaculating instantly. Then
I hugged my aunt tightly and kissed her lips. Finally, this time, my aunt's mouth opened, and our tongues intertwined. After a
long while, we got up, tidied our clothes, took the mushrooms, and went home. Back home, facing my family's questions,
we told them we'd fallen on the mountain, hence the mud on our clothes.

This time, our lovemaking on the mountain broke down my aunt's defenses. Although she wouldn't initiate intimacy,
when I approached her, she stopped resisting, and her body would respond to my thrusts midway.

After summer vacation, I went to work in another city, occasionally calling my aunt to express my longing. When
I returned home , it was always during holidays, and several years passed without me being able to make love with her again. Then, I
found a girlfriend, got married, had children, and settled down in the city where I worked.

After spending so much time with my wife, I wanted to seek some excitement in our sex life. Under my
tutelage, my wife gradually accepted that I fantasized about other women during sex, such as fantasizing about the neighbor's ample figure or
her cousins. But my wife said that fantasizing was fine, but she would never allow me to actually cheat. Over time,
fantasizing about these objects lost its appeal. Finally, during one instance of sex, while I was thrusting into my wife,
I told her about my infatuation with my aunt. At first, I only told her that I liked my aunt and that she was the object of my fantasies during my youth
. Gradually, my wife accepted my fantasies about my aunt during sex. She even role-played as
my aunt calling me and asking me to penetrate her. Seeing that the time was right, I finally confessed my past with my aunt. My wife
loves me very much, and after my explanation, she understood my perverted feelings. Sometimes when I asked her if I could go to
my aunt , she wouldn't say yes or no. Perhaps she felt that my aunt was part of my family and wouldn't
affect our relationship, but she firmly forbade me to have any impure thoughts about her sister.

Time passed by unnoticed. One day, I received a call from my aunt, saying she was coming to my place to buy goods and visit
us. I was secretly delighted, and my wife didn't object. So, a few days later, my aunt arrived, and I arranged for her to stay at
my house . Then, taking advantage of my wife's trip to buy groceries, I finally had sex with my aunt again. But I still didn't find it exciting enough, and a bolder plan began to brew
in my mind (I had watched some pornographic films from Japan).

My house has two bedrooms, the master bedroom is inside, and the guest bedroom is outside. My aunt sleeps in the guest bedroom. That night, I
enthusiastically started making love with my wife. Knowing that my aunt was next door, I had my wife play the role of my aunt again.
I like the standing position, and while vigorously thrusting into my wife, I said to her, "Honey, do you think my aunt will get wet if she sees
us having sex?" My wife said, "She definitely will. That slut of hers will definitely want you to fuck her.

" Seeing that the time was right, I said, "Yeah, let's go fuck her." Then I hugged my wife and gently
thrust into her while moving out. Afraid that my wife would back out at the last minute, I simply didn't look at her, opened the door, and moved in and out until I reached
my aunt's room. I gritted my teeth, turned the handle, and went in. I saw my aunt turn over and pretend
to be asleep.

I was overjoyed. I picked up my wife, put her on the bed, and continued, then grabbed my aunt
's breast with one hand. My aunt was stunned. Without waiting for her reaction, I said, "Auntie, I love you. Xiaolan knows I love
you too. Let's make love together today." I left my wife, roughly pulled my aunt over, tore open her nightgown, and
began to assault her. Then I pulled my wife over and pressed her mouth against one of my aunt's breasts, saying, "
Wife , your breasts are too small (I often tease my wife about her small breasts). Look how big my aunt's breasts are.
Let's each have one and devour her." At this point, my wife went crazy too, letting loose. It seems everyone has a
devil . My wife and I began to attack my aunt together. I moved downwards, biting and nibbling at my aunt's skin, finally
burying my head between her legs and forcefully sucking on her vulva. My aunt was stunned, completely at a loss. I licked her
for a while, and when I felt she was soaking wet, I knelt between her legs, lifted my penis, and thrust it in. Then I
kept thrusting back and forth, constantly saying things to provoke her: "Auntie, you're my first wife, Xiaolan is my
second wife, call me husband, call me husband to fuck your cunt!" Auntie didn't make a sound, so I increased my strength and thrust harder.
I thrust in and said, "Call me, call me husband!" Auntie couldn't take it anymore and finally cried out, "Ah, husband, husband, you
're killing me! I love you so much!" After a few minutes of this, I turned around and
put my sticky penis to my wife's mouth, ordering her to lick it clean. My wife, probably out of her mind, completely obeyed
me, licking my penis mouthful by mouthful, swallowing all the vaginal fluid from Auntie's body. Then I
put my penis to Auntie's mouth again and said, "Auntie, you've never licked my penis before,
do it for me today."

Auntie was a little stunned. I thrust my penis in, and her mouth opened, my penis, which my wife had just licked,
was inserted into her mouth again. I'm a strange person; it's hard for me to ejaculate orally. After Auntie licked for a while, I turned
her over, making her lie face down on the bed. I pressed down on her back, guided my penis to her opening, and began
thrusting in a prone position. This is my favorite position. My aunt's buttocks are so bouncy. I pressed my whole body against her, my hands
reaching up to her breasts, kneading them,
my penis slapping against her buttocks with each thrust. The slapping sound was incredibly stimulating. After a few minutes of pounding, I finally ejaculated deep inside her. (
My aunt had an IUD after giving birth, so we didn't need condoms, which was amazing.) For the next few days, everything
was normal during the day. At night, I would either have sex with my aunt first and then take her to see my wife, or I would have sex with my wife first and then
go see my aunt.

My aunt stayed for a week, did some shopping, and then took the train home. I hope she'll come back.

Actually, things like this happen a lot around us. Sometimes being bold brings happiness, but sometimes boldness leads to disaster. So, it depends on what kind of woman you meet. Personally, I think you shouldn't force things. If the opportunity arises and the other person is willing, then go for it; if they're not, never force it, or you'll end up in big trouble. This novel is really well-written, thumbs up!

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