【The Journey of Return】(XIV)

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Chapter Fourteen: Time Flies Like the Sun
Although I already knew my aunt was a woman who appeared reserved on the outside but was secretly lustful, I still didn't know
how to make a move. I couldn't very well confront my uncle and say, "Uncle, since your dick's not working anyway, why don't I
relieve your wife's itch tonight, so that this slut won't cheat on me?"
In the second semester of senior year, the atmosphere in the class became even more tense.
The number "xx days until the college entrance exam" on the blackboard kept decreasing, and after class, you could hardly see anyone chatting in the corridor outside the classroom.
The teachers of the six subjects rarely criticized students now, and even when they did, they spoke gently. In April,
a tragedy occurred at our county's No. 1 High School. A boy retaliated after being physically punished by his homeroom teacher, and after hitting the teacher, his long-
accumulated repressed emotions exploded, and he chose to jump off a building and commit suicide. After the incident, the principal of No. 1 High School was transferred to the Education
Bureau as a section-level researcher, the homeroom teacher was transferred to a township middle school, and some other responsible persons from No. 1 High School
were punished.
Although the psychological trauma left by this tragedy has gradually subsided, I suddenly felt
a significant increase in my maturity. Before I knew it, it was June, the eve of the college entrance exam. I invited my English teacher,
Ms. Cao, to the playground for a heart-to-heart talk. I've forgotten most of what we discussed, but it lasted quite a
while. For example, I analyzed my inexplicable infatuation with her. Of course, I clearly realized that after the original
principal of the school was transferred to a less important position, Ms. Cao would inevitably be marginalized. She would no longer be
eligible for the provincial-level outstanding teacher award, and she wouldn't frequently appear in provincial or municipal newspapers, unless she willingly became
the kept woman of another powerful figure.
When I discussed these things with Ms. Cao, she was visibly surprised. She began to realize that I
was different from other male students; my mind was far more mature than my actual age.
However, it was clear that Ms. Cao had moved on from her previous illicit relationship. She also confided in me
that perhaps because she lost her father at a young age, she had an inexplicable dependence and trust in mature middle-aged men.
I realized that Ms. Cao might have a certain degree of Oedipus complex.
When Ms. Cao talked to me, her smile was incredibly radiant. Ms. Cao and I made a promise that after I was admitted to
the best liberal arts university in the province, she would come to the provincial capital to see me, not as a teacher, but as
my friend and older sister. As I left the playground, Ms. Cao didn't forget to tease me about the English love letter I wrote to her years ago
, pointing out some misspelled words and a few grammatical errors.
The night before the college entrance examination, my father booked a room for me at the county government guesthouse, and my mother accompanied me throughout the exam. The first day's
exam was Chinese in the morning and math in the afternoon, and the second day was liberal arts and English.
Actually, there were already quite a few parents and students staying at the county government guesthouse, since this designated guesthouse
was relatively close to the exam venue. My mother had initially hoped that my father would come to accompany me, but he happened to be going to another province to buy goods those two days
, so in the end, my mother stayed at the hotel.
I don't know why, but even though I'm living in the same room as my mother again, I no longer have any impure thoughts.
Every night, we just chat and have heart-to-heart talks, and then every night around 10:30, my mother urges me
to go to sleep.
I have to say, after the last affair, my relationship with my mother really hit rock bottom. However,
out of the natural bond between mother and child, my mother gradually eased the tension between us. The biggest breakthrough was that my
mother and I no longer seemed to need to keep secrets from each other; we could talk about anything. I must say,
my mother is still very happy to chat with me, and she's happy no matter what we talk about.
I'll tell her funny stories from school, like how I had a crush on Teacher Cao and wrote her love letters. My mother
will also tell me about her memories when she was a young woman. For example, my mother will tell me that before she and my father went on a blind date, my maternal grandfather
didn't like my father. Although my father was educated, strong, and hardworking, he wasn't tall, which made
my grandfather, a former soldier, somewhat disapprove of him.
However, my dad was never one to follow the rules. Before he and
my mom were even engaged, he dragged her to a wild vegetable patch by a country road and had sex with her. Since the deed was done, the marriage
was off.
After the English exam, as I walked out of the exam hall, the first thing I saw was my mother, who had been anxiously waiting outside.
She asked how the exam went. After all, while I was taking the Chinese, math, and humanities exams, my mom had wanted to ask about
my scores, but she had held back. I deliberately kept a straight face, which startled my mom. Her face turned pale, and she
kept blaming herself on the way home, but she didn't forget to comfort me, saying that I could always repeat a year.
After we entered the guesthouse room, I closed the door and finally stopped suppressing my emotions.
"Mom! I did very well, extremely well! I can basically predict my score; getting into XX University shouldn't
be a problem!"
My mom was stunned at first, then, realizing I had been teasing her, she became somewhat angry and embarrassed. She raised her fist
and started hitting my shoulder repeatedly. I hugged my mother tightly. Her voice was choked with emotion. "Son,
you've always been my greatest hope and pride. I really can't imagine
how I would get through this difficult time if you failed the college entrance exam."
I gently patted her back, pressed myself against her chest, and inexplicably started crying too.
"Mom, I understand, I understand. I hesitated, I regretted, I was confused and lost.
I understand your anxiety, I understand your sadness and despair. Mom, at least today I can proudly
tell you, Mom, although I still make mistakes, I'm gradually learning to grow up because I have the
best mom in the world."
I kissed her face, first her forehead, then her eyelids, and then gently
licked the corners of her eyes, wiping away the tears welling up. My lips dotted her cheeks
, kissing her passionately, as if I could never get enough.
When my lips touched my mother's lips again, her body stiffened slightly. She
hesitated and struggled, trying to avoid my lips.
But I was very assertive; I held her head firmly with both hands, then aimed at her lips without hesitation.
I kissed her. My lips pressed tightly against my mother's lower lip, kissing and sucking, as if tasting
the sweetest juice in the world.
I tried to put my tongue into my mother's mouth, but her teeth were tightly closed, keeping my tongue
out. I was somewhat unwilling to give up, so my hands slid down and began to hug my mother's back. Although I was
a head taller than my mother, when I was wearing flat shoes and she was wearing high heels, the height difference between us wasn't that
big. Our lower bodies were pressed tightly together, like conjoined twins. I put my hands inside my mother's light
red cotton short-sleeved shirt and stroked her back forcefully.
My mother's hands seemed a little unsure of what to do, so I held her hands tightly under my armpits. We were
like dancing a ballroom dance, retreating step by step, until I suddenly bumped into the headboard.
I suddenly sat down on the bed, and Mom happened to straddle my lap. Her blue denim shorts
were ripped down, exposing her red underwear and half of her buttocks. I
reached my hands inside her waistband and started pinching her buttocks. As my hands penetrated her underwear,
Mom's body grew hotter. When my right middle finger found her anus, I slid my finger around
it. Mom tensed up and tried to say something, finally opening her jaw.
I took advantage of the situation, my tongue darting into her mouth. Mom couldn't bear to bite my
lips, so she let my tongue ravage her lips.
Mom pressed her hands against my thighs, trying to maintain her balance, her right hand pinching
the soft flesh of my thigh, trying to make me stop harassing her.
But I wouldn't let go easily. My tongue chased after Mom's tongue, and when our tongues touched
, I suddenly felt a tingling, electric sensation.
My teeth gently bit my mother's lips, and her lips, due to inertia, began to suck on my tongue.
My tongue deftly glided over the inside of her lips, her tongue, and her gums. When my tongue, mingled with saliva, pressed
tightly against her little tongue, her fragrant tongue slowly curled up and retreated. One was like a tall, strong, burly
man, the other like a weak, helpless girl. My tongue gently licked the underside of my mother's tongue, from the inside
out, like bowling.
Unconsciously, my mother had already wrapped her arms around my back. Her fingers were slightly open, and her eyelids were closed.
Life is like a rape; since I can't struggle, I might as well enjoy it.
My left hand continued to caress my mother's slightly plump buttocks, while my right hand reached behind her back to find her
bra clasp. With a gentle twist of my right hand, I skillfully unhooked my mother's bra. Today, Mom
was wearing a white bra again. It was plain, unadorned, and not particularly sexy. The only striking feature was
its size; I clearly remembered her bra size: 80C. The sweet, long kiss finally ended. I hurriedly pushed Mom's short-sleeved shirt down to her armpits, 　　revealing
her large, soft breasts once more . 　　I tried to pull off her shirt, but Mom's hands were firmly on her waist, preventing her from going topless. I prepared 　　to shift my focus, finding the zipper of Mom's jeans. I unbuttoned it and then zipped it up sharply, 　　revealing her red panties. I pulled down her red panties and jeans, 　　revealing a little bit of excess fat on her stomach and pubic hair. If I pulled down just two more inches, her vulva would be exposed again 　　. 　　Mom was about to pull up her pants, but I held her hand down, preventing her from doing so. We froze there. I 　　held down half of Mom's buttocks and hand. Mom pulled up her underwear, exposing her white crotch to my view. 　　My penis instantly hardened, trying to pierce through my shorts and press firmly against Mom's vulva. 　　Mom sighed heavily. Instead, she stood up and slowly pulled her underwear down to her knees. 　　Mom's vulva was so close to my eyes, already somewhat wet, her labia glistening 　　red. 　　Mom had taken the initiative, and I was at a loss. I stared blankly at Mom, not knowing what she 　　meant. 　　"Youngest son, I know you. If you don't shove your dick into Mom's cunt today, you probably won't be satisfied. 　　Anyway, now that your son is grown up, taller and stronger than Mom, if you try to force Mom 　　, Mom can't resist." Mom's tactic of retreating to advance made me lose my temper again. 　　I looked at the mysterious cleavage inside Mom's cunt. Mom's labia majora were plump and thick, while her labia minora were lighter in color 　　, tightly pressed together, like a young girl's legs pressed together. Although Mom's cunt was so alluring, 　　I didn't dare to actually rape her. Even though I knew Mom would forgive me afterward, I didn't want to 　　risk the growing closeness between us for a moment's pleasure. 　　I backed away from the bed, my hands on the bed, but Mom pressed closer, kneeling on the sheets until 　　her cunt was less than ten centimeters from my nose. Mom seemed a little agitated, and she whispered to me: 　　"Fuck me, you just want to fuck your mother's cunt, right? I'm giving you my cunt to fuck today, so fuck me! 　　I'll let you fuck me to your heart's content, why aren't you fucking me? Oh, right, I just remembered, your dick's gone, it won't 　　get hard!" 　　Seeing my mother's hysterical screams, I couldn't help but feel a little scared. But when I heard her last sentence 　　, I finally couldn't hold back anymore. No man could accept such humiliation from a woman, not even my beloved 　　mother. I pounced on my mother on the bed, my face directly facing her lower body. 　　I spread her legs, starting by kissing her inner thighs. Her cunt was fully exposed before me 　　. Although my dick hadn't penetrated her yet, her body was so sensitive; her lower body was already 　　wet. 　　My tongue gently swept across her thighs, from the outside of her vulva upwards 　　, licking patiently, again and again. Mom felt really itchy, but she still couldn't resist mocking me, 　　"Your dick's no good, all you can do is lick, what's the use of a dick? Ah... oh, lick your mother's cunt, if you're so capable, just put it in right now 　　!"

My tongue roamed over my mother's body, kissing her lower abdomen, then her inner thighs,
gradually penetrating her pubic hair. As I kissed her labia majora through the thick pubic hair, I could
feel the intense heat and burgeoning desire emanating from her vagina.
My tongue slid across the entrance of her vagina, and she froze as if electrocuted.
Before I knew it, my shorts and underwear had been slicked up to my thighs. My tongue moved upwards,
kissing her lower abdomen, her slightly fleshy belly, until I finally grasped her right
breast. My mother arched her back desperately. One hand grabbed her left breast,
while the other reached towards her vulva. I touched her vagina; it was already wet, and her
body was responding.
I was delighted, climbing upwards to kiss her lips, but she desperately resisted,
seemingly unwilling to taste the wetness of her own genitals. Seeing that my mother refused to kiss me, I didn't force her. Instead 　　, I held my
engorged penis, the red glans fully exposed, and brought it close to her vulva, rubbing it against her folds of flesh from top to 　　bottom. My mother's legs were spread in an M-shape, her hands gripping the sheets tightly. Her eyes were tightly closed, seemingly embarrassed 　　to watch us lost in our lewd act. 　　Just as the pleasure from the friction of my glans intensified, I vaguely felt my 　　penis touch a hollow in my mother's genitals. I tried to push further down, but my mother released her grip, involuntarily opening her eyes. When she saw my 　　face, flushed with excitement, she suddenly snapped back to reality. She violently pounded my back and 　　pinched my waist, trying to bring me back to my senses. 　　But I, like a madman, straightened up, my penis growing even thicker. I concentrated all my strength, 　　preparing to thrust deep into her vagina. My penis slid in inch by inch, and Mom gradually 　　lost strength. Her legs clamped tightly around my waist, as if that would stop my movements. 　　My entire glans was inside Mom's plump vagina. I could feel it getting wetter and wetter. 　　"Mom, your vagina is all wet!" I whispered, bringing my mouth close to Mom's. Mom looked at me, her eyes filled with 　　complex emotions—anger, self-reproach, pity, sorrow, and perhaps even a hint of shyness. I couldn't 　　understand how a woman's eyes could hold so many emotions. Perhaps Mom had initially intended to use this as a 　　pretext for retreat, but now she was caught in a dilemma. 　　Mom began to struggle again. I knew I couldn't wait any longer. I took a deep breath and thrust my penis into Mom 　　's body in one go. My testicles pressed against her crotch, and my penis plunged deep into her vagina. With my penetration 　　, Mom cried out "Ah!" and her body went limp. She seemed to resign herself to her fate and closed her eyes, 　　as if she was no longer going to struggle. 　　I felt uneasy, and this unease drove me to the brink of madness. The subsequent feeling of helplessness fueled my anger 　　. But soon, a piercing phone ringtone interrupted my rage. "I'm gazing up at the moon, above which 　　so many dreams soar freely..." 　　My mother pulled her phone from her bag. Seeing the caller ID, she grasped at a lifeline. She 　　calmed herself and coldly said to me, "Get down!" 　　My anger vanished instantly. A little scared, I called out, "Mom!" 　　My mother pushed me away, pressed the call button, and said, "Hello! XX, you're back? How did your son do on the exam? 　　Not bad, I guess. He seems pretty good about himself. Let's go to the XX Hotel for dinner tonight, okay? Yeah, our whole family should 　　get together and celebrate. You jerk! Why order such good food? Your son's results won't be 　　out until July! We'll stop by XX's (my cousin's) school on the way. Okay, okay, bye!" 　　My mother was on the phone while getting dressed. First, she pulled her underwear up to her waist, then pulled down her t-shirt, and 　　finally put on her jeans, buttoning them up and zipping them up. She looked at herself in the bathroom mirror, 　　washed her face with cold water, and then came out of the bathroom. 　　After getting dressed, my mother started tidying up the room: her exam admission ticket, ID card, stationery, mosquito repellent, and cell phone. 　　She packed all these things into her bag. Mom straightened the chairs and smoothed out the sheets, making sure 　　no marks were left. After a long silence, Mom finally spoke, "Let's go." 　　I was startled by her tone. I hugged her from behind, my arms around her waist, my left cheek 　　pressed tightly against her right cheek, as if once she left this room, the mother who loved, cared for, and tolerated me 　　would never return. 　　Mom seemed to understand my worries. She didn't speak, but sighed. "Youngest child, you must 　　answer one question honestly today." Mom's tone was serious, and I already guessed what she wanted to ask. 　　"Mom, I can't say, I really can't say!" Mom turned to look at me. Her eyes were disappointed, 　　but there seemed to be a hint of relief and a sense of accomplishment, though I wasn't sure if it was just my imagination. 　　My mother gently stroked my face with both hands. "Silly boy, I don't hate you. You 　　just finished your exams today, and I understand how excited you are. I was going to give you a reward—" 　　She hesitated, then sighed, "But no one could have predicted what would happen next." 　　A strange sadness washed over me, and tears streamed down my face. My mother wiped away my tears with her fingers 　　and kissed my eyelids, as if trying to taste them. I remained still, clinging to 　　her back, feeling utterly at peace. 　　"Mom," I called out. 　　"Hmm?" My mother seemed lost in the warmth of our mother-son bond, unwilling to break the beautiful 　　atmosphere. 　　... 　　The college entrance exams were over, my high school years were over, and our relationship returned to normal 　　. She seemed to have come to terms with it, but felt there was no need to deliberately avoid me. Although I would still occasionally 　　show affection to my mother—kissing her face, hugging her, or patting her...

I'll stop doing anything too extreme, like touching my buttocks. From that day on,
a clear boundary seemed to have been established between my mother and me, and we seemed to have returned to a normal mother-son relationship.
Actually, I've always wondered how my mother knew I wasn't a virgin anymore.
She only told me the truth after we actually had sex. Apparently, when I left my aunt's house that day, there was a semen stain inside my shorts
. My mother hadn't even had time to wash my clothes before I was hospitalized with stitches to my head. Because of the upcoming college entrance
exam, my mother hadn't asked me, which had become a source of anxiety for her. So, as soon as my exam was over, my mother
couldn't help but ask me.
My mother had already suspected my aunt, but she quickly dismissed her suspicions. After all, my aunt
was over forty, and her daughter was fourteen. How could a parent
sleep with her son's classmate? It wasn't until I went to university in the provincial capital and my mother came to visit me at school, when she was licking my testicles and anus in the hotel room
, that I, in a moment of overconfidence, blurted out the answer. My mother couldn't help but press me
about the women I'd been with. When names like "Teacher's Wife," "Auntie," "Aunt Wen," and "Third Aunt" came out of my mouth, she
was speechless with shock. Of course, there were a few others with whom I had special relationships that I didn't mention, for fear my mother
wouldn't be able to accept it immediately.
From June 9th to early July, my daily life was very regular. I'd sleep until 11:30 in the morning, have
breakfast, spend the afternoon at an internet cafe with Xiaomeng, and then go out for dinner with classmates and friends at a street food stall in the evening.
After a few bottles of beer, we'd go to the skating rink, the movie theater, and the billiards hall to kill time. After midnight, we
'd go to a karaoke bar, and around 4 or 5 in the morning, we'd just find a male classmate's house to sleep at. Without
the pressure of the college entrance exam, we were recklessly indulging in the last moments of our youth.
Estimating scores, filling out college applications—I cherished the last moments with my high school classmates. Because in two months, we
would be scattered across the country, heading to different parts of the country. On July 2nd, I checked my college entrance exam score by phone. My
score of nearly 600 points ensured I could apply to any university in the province. My parents and grandparents
beamed with happiness, and my uncles and aunts were also overjoyed, encouraging my younger cousin to study hard.
My father had already started preparing and booking a banquet, because the better the university you get into, the sooner your acceptance letter will arrive. Once
you receive your letter, we can have a celebration at home. All the hotels in the county are packed every day, and even the teachers of the graduating class from the top high
school have to attend several banquets daily.
After all, when you go to your teacher's house to pick up your acceptance letter, students aiming for second-tier universities or above will have to give their homeroom teacher a thank-you
red envelope. The teachers come to drink, so there's no need to bring gifts, and after the banquet, they can even get cigarettes and alcohol as gifts—
what's not to like? My mom and I were a bit worried about how many tables we needed for the banquet, because I have a lot of friends and we need to
invite quite a few teachers, from elementary school teachers, middle school teachers, high school teachers, and the head of the senior year, etc. The teachers alone
almost filled two tables.
After the scores came out, the class reunion basically ended. I specifically went to stay at my uncle's house for more than half a month, finally
not having to waste time on the streets. After all, after checking your college entrance exam results, some are happy and some are sad. If you're
feeling great, there's no need to upset your classmates who didn't do well.
My life at my uncle's house was very leisurely. I got up at eight o'clock in the morning and had breakfast with my cousin.
Although my grandparents lived at my uncle's house, they were rarely home during the day, either playing mahjong or tending to the vegetable garden.
So every morning, my aunt and I watched TV on the first floor, while my cousin played computer games on the second floor. After lunch,
my aunt usually went to her bedroom for a nap, while my cousin and I went to the nearby supermarket to enjoy the air conditioning. My cousin and I divided the tasks.
He was in charge of picking out the snacks and drinks, while I was in charge of browsing the supermarket, looking at the young women and married women in short skirts.
Of course, when I was bored, I'd also flirt with the youngest and prettiest female cashier.
When my aunt and I watched TV together, she was initially a little uncomfortable, but later she quite enjoyed chatting with me
. Like my mother, my aunt was an ordinary housewife, content with her life, devoted to her husband and children.
However, I knew that this seemingly reserved aunt became incredibly unrestrained in bed. Thirty is like a wolf, forty
is like a tiger; I believed my aunt was constantly tormented by her burning desire, like a thirsty fish
craving penetration and the nourishment of semen.
Perhaps because I saw through her outwardly reserved but inwardly passionate nature, the atmosphere of our conversations
became increasingly relaxed, and the topics of our conversations became more diverse. My aunt not only liked to chat with me about everyday matters but was also quite gossipy
. For example, she would ask me what kind of girlfriend I hoped to find.
"Auntie, I'm hoping to find a girlfriend with a bit of meat on her bones." I realized this was an excellent opening
.
"Oh?" Auntie was a little surprised. "Don't you young boys like slim girls?"
"Well, too skinny isn't good, no breasts, no butt!" I blurted out suddenly.
Auntie's face turned a little red, and she spat, "Get lost, no breasts, no butt, you little kid, you
've grown up, huh? You dare to look at girls' butts on the street now."
I was a little anxious, "Auntie, you can't blame me for this. Look at the mothers-in-law in TV dramas, don't they all hope their sons
find a wife with a big butt? Women with big butts are good at bearing children. And women with big butts look sexier
."
If this topic had come up last year, Auntie would probably have just coughed and changed the subject. But
perhaps because I had just finished the college entrance exam, and my eighteenth birthday was in a few days, Auntie was already planning to treat me like
a half-adult.
My aunt's expression became a little unnatural. "You brat, pretending to know what you don't! What do you know about sexiness! When you get to
university, you should study hard and not waste your time chasing girls!" My aunt didn't dare continue the topic.
After all, if they continued talking about this, it wouldn't sound like an aunt and nephew chatting; it would
sound like an adult couple flirting.
I couldn't help but feel secretly excited. I knew my words had aroused a hint of lust in my aunt. I took a deep breath. "Who says
I don't know! I think—" My aunt looked at me, waiting for me to continue.
Oh well, whatever. "I think Auntie is very beautiful and very feminine!" I closed my eyes and...
Like an anti-Japanese hero preparing to blow up a bunker, I waited for my aunt to slap me.
I waited for a long time, and wait, why hasn't she hit me yet? When I opened my eyes, I found my aunt staring blankly. I looked at
the smooth, delicate calves under her skirt and the lovely, snow-white toes in her white high-heeled sandals, from her calves
to her thighs, to her buttocks, to her chest, all the way to her face. My aunt was lying on the recliner, and her S-curve was especially
obvious.
My aunt was startled by my somewhat presumptuous gaze. She probably couldn't accept that her nephew
was scanning her body with the kind of gaze one would give a mature woman. Even through a thin layer of clothing, my aunt still felt extremely
ashamed.
She hurriedly threw the remote control to me, "Um, um, you can continue watching the TV series. I suddenly remembered that
I haven't plugged in the rice cooker. I'll go upstairs for a bit." My aunt stood up, and perhaps because
she had been sitting for too long, or perhaps because she got up too hastily, she lost her balance and fell to the side.
I was startled and quickly rushed forward to support my aunt, pressing my hands against her waist. She leaned back, her
weight of over 100 pounds pressing down on me. I stumbled backward, struggling to stay upright. After only a couple of steps, I lay down on my grandmother
's bed, and my aunt sat on my lap. As my lower body pressed against her soft buttocks, I could clearly
feel my penis trying to break free of my pants.
Being an experienced woman, my aunt knew what was pressing against her buttocks. She hurriedly tried to stand up,
but with a cry of "Ouch!", she sat down on my lap again.
Because the bed was a stretchy one with several quilts on top, when my aunt sat on my lap again,
I was pressed down by her, then bounced up, and she bounced up a little more, then her buttocks pressed down on my
lap once more.
No matter how big and soft my aunt's buttocks were, the weight of over a hundred pounds pressing down on my lower body made my
erect penis go limp. I felt a bit of pain. "Auntie, could you sit a little to the side?"
My aunt was a little embarrassed and moved to the side a bit, looking at me with concern. "Are you alright?"
When I shook my head, my aunt was relieved and immediately became smug again. "You said you wanted to find a woman with a big butt, but
you can't even handle a woman on top of you! Poor little guy, you should work on your skinny arms and legs!"
I couldn't help but feel a little resentful. "Auntie, if you weren't sitting on me with your back to me, I probably wouldn't be in so much pain
!" After saying that, I couldn't help but want to slap myself. I was so quick to speak. If my aunt had sat facing me on my
lap, wouldn't that be a woman-on-top sex position?
My aunt probably realized it too, a blush creeping onto her face. She glared at me, "I twisted my ankle, are
n't you going upstairs to get some safflower oil?"
I hurriedly ran upstairs. I glanced at my cousin, who was engrossed in playing World of Warcraft
, so I didn't bother asking him. I rummaged through the bedside table and bed in my aunt's bedroom—bras, bras
, panties, panties… um, it seems there shouldn't be any safflower oil in this drawer. Wait, what's this?
The box is quite exquisite. When I opened it, I was startled and quickly put it back in the drawer.
Inside was an electric dildo, flesh-colored, and it looked thicker, longer, and harder than mine. Sigh,
no wonder my aunt hasn't cheated on me. This thing vibrates so strongly when it's powered on; it'll definitely make her cunt's
juices soak the sheets.
This year, my aunt specifically moved her computer from the bedroom to the study, so my cousin rarely goes into her bedroom.
Otherwise, she would definitely have hidden the vibrator away, and I wouldn't have found it so easily. I
found the safflower oil next to the TV, then quickly tidied up the drawer before rushing downstairs.
When I appeared before my aunt, drenched in sweat, she smiled. "No need to rush. Here,
wipe your sweat with a handkerchief." She naturally handed me her handkerchief.
As I wiped my sweat, my aunt suddenly remembered something very serious. "By the way, why did you search for
so long? You didn't miss the safflower oil next to the TV, so you were rummaging through the drawer, did you?" My aunt's face
turned pale with fright. Although she was now certain that I had a strange affection for her, if her nephew saw that
she had a vibrator hidden in her drawer, and if this got out in our not-so-open-minded county, she
would really lose face and might as well jump into the river and drown herself.
I understood my aunt's concerns and waved my hands repeatedly, "No, no, I didn't see anything. XX
(my cousin's name) was playing a dungeon, so I was delayed for a while."
Of course, my clumsy lie couldn't fool my aunt. Her face turned completely pale. She tried to remain calm and
went upstairs to tidy up again. After all, I've never been a gossip or a busybody. For
my aunt, all she needed to do was keep me calm and let me keep the secret.
"Auntie, you should put some safflower oil on your feet!" I said anxiously, pulling my aunt back. Having weathered many
storms, my aunt calmed down immediately. "Little X, you twisted your ankle playing basketball before, right?"
I nodded, puzzled, wondering why my aunt suddenly brought this up.
"Then a foot massage would definitely be more effective at reducing swelling and bruising than mine. Why don't you massage my
feet and apply some safflower oil?" After considering it carefully, my aunt finally spoke.
"Ah!" I was completely stunned. Why did I feel like my aunt was seducing me?
My uncle's house has a courtyard. Aunt Wen, who lives in the two back rooms on the first floor, was home alone; the back door was locked
. My aunt and I were in my grandmother's room on the first floor. The gate to my aunt's courtyard was usually ajar,
so if there were guests, my aunt and I would hear them immediately. Of course, if my
cousin, who plays World of Warcraft, suddenly came downstairs, we would hear his footsteps too. Besides, given that my cousin's sexual awareness was
later than mine, even if my aunt took off her dress and I touched her buttocks, he would believe I was
massaging his mother.
My aunt sat on the bed, putting her sprained foot on it. I looked down at the hem of her dress and
saw that she was wearing white lace panties. The panties were thin, and I could even vaguely see
her pubic hair.

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