After spying on her aunt, things spiraled out of control.

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I'm twenty-two years old, not too tall or too fat, with an average face and an average but decent girlfriend. This story happened right after I graduated, when I was idly waiting to join the army. I still remember it vividly; I'll never forget it. I've forgotten the details, but something important happened. I had to go to my uncle's house first, then wait for my mother to arrive before going home together. The house was quite crowded that day, probably because my uncle is a very outgoing person who likes to make friends. Neighbors would frequently come to the living room to chat and drink tea, even when my uncle wasn't home. I don't think anyone my age would enjoy that kind of atmosphere—smoky, noisy, and boisterous. Honestly, if I didn't know it was my uncle's house, I would have thought it was some kind of reception center or a family-run casino. That day, as soon as I entered the house, there were six or seven men and women gathered in the living room watching TV and chatting. My aunt was sitting in the crowd, pouring tea and smiling, just like a neighborhood chief's wife. But my uncle was not actually a neighborhood chief, and he had no intention of running for neighborhood chief. Why he was so hospitable and could accept others coming to his house to eat and drink for free was a question I could never understand since I was a child. As soon as my aunt saw me, she got up and pulled me aside, saying, "I've prepared my things, they're upstairs, come with me to get them." "No need, Aunt, upstairs is where you live, it's not very convenient. I'll just wait for my mom here." My uncle's house is a five-story detached house. The living room on the first floor is like a mini-reception, open 24 hours a day as long as the owner is home. There's also a guest room on the second floor for friends who need help in an emergency. The floors above the third floor are for my uncle's family to use, and outsiders are basically not allowed to enter. Although I've been up there a few times as a relative, I think it's their living quarters after all, and going up there without a reason would be a disturbance. So even though I hate this atmosphere, every time I come to my uncle's house to get something, I still stay in the living room and mingle with a bunch of gossipy aunts and uncles. "Stop being so nosy, you're not an outsider, and you probably don't like this either." My withdrawn personality is well-known among my relatives, and it's been the same since I was a child. Actually, that's a bit unfair; I just genuinely don't have anything to say to them. At school, I'm a chatterbox, spouting nonsense without thinking, like talking about the position of "master of absurdity." If I were to compete for that, Mr. Shen would probably break out in a cold sweat. But at least my aunt was right about one thing: I really don't like it here, and it's always best to avoid it. Before I could answer, my aunt went upstairs, and I followed her up the stairs. My aunt is probably in her early forties, though I'm not entirely sure of her exact age. She's been married to my uncle for about a decade, when I was only six or seven. Compared to my other aunts, this fifth aunt really left a deep impression on me. I've always been a lecherous little devil, and I'll always remember the feeling of my heart fluttering the first time I saw her. Not to mention, she was a beautiful woman with a delicate, slender face, long, graceful legs, and snow-white skin. Her ponytail and lively, bright demeanor, especially her slender waist like a serpent, captivated me completely. Then I heard my mother say that from now on, this woman would be called "aunt." How could I not be shocked? Relatives all said that while she was beautiful, her simple-mindedness was truly rare. Otherwise, why would she have married my uncle, who was undeniably short, fat, and ugly? More than ten years have passed. Looking up at my aunt from the bottom of the stairs, I realized she's maintained herself remarkably well. She has a perfectly perky bottom, long, slender legs, and clean, fair skin. Aside from the inevitable wrinkles on her face, she's still an absolute beauty. Especially after having three children, her breasts, which weren't particularly prominent before, are now, judging by my appearance, probably at least a D cup if not an E. Frankly, I don't understand why my uncle is always out and about. If my wife were that attractive at her age, she'd be at home doing it all the time. I continued climbing, admiring the view, until finally reaching the fifth floor. My aunt told me to wait in the hallway, then went into her room to get a box for me. "I'll take this back with Mom later." "Okay, thank you, Auntie." "No need to thank me. You can just wander around here for a bit, no need to go down again. I'm going down for a bit, I need to come back up for a nap. Mom can wake me when she comes." With that, my aunt went back downstairs. The fifth floor is laid out like this: there are two bedrooms and one bathroom, arranged in a U-shape. My cousin's room door is on the right side, and the master bedroom door is on the top side. The bathroom is outside the room. Since it was a weekday, my younger cousins were all in class. Although my aunt suggested I find somewhere to stay, I preferred a girl's room to a boy's. So, I didn't go downstairs, but opened my cousin's door, closed it, and went in. Only when I gripped the handle did I realize that my cousin's door was broken or something; it wouldn't close properly, always leaving a small gap. Ignoring it, I pulled out my cousin's desk and chair, sat down, and started scrolling on my phone. It was still light, so I didn't turn on the light and sat quietly alone in the room. After about ten minutes, I heard footsteps. I didn't think much of it, figuring it was definitely my aunt. She usually works night shifts and takes a nap during the day. Even if I didn't know, she had just reminded me, so I didn't pay any attention and continued scrolling on my phone. Sure enough, my aunt quickly darted through the crack in the door. I peered from my chair; although the view through the crack wasn't great, I could still vaguely see what she was doing. I saw her open the door and walk inside. Then, she went to the dressing table and began removing her makeup and applying face wash—routine tasks she was probably doing before bed, probably taking a shower. Wait a minute… my aunt didn't close the door completely! The crack in her door was directly opposite my cousin's door, so I could see everything my aunt did at the dressing table! My aunt stood in front of the dressing table, completely removing her light makeup. She quickly took off her trousers, revealing a pair of beautiful, white legs clad only in close-fitting underwear. Through the gaps, they were faintly visible before my eyes. For at least fifteen years, I had been fantasizing about seeing those legs. The pale purple lace underwear, paired with those shapely legs that seemed to have escaped the ravages of time, made my heart race. Then, my aunt pulled up her shirt, exposing herself to my view, now only wearing a thermal undershirt. I gripped my phone, my mind in turmoil. Should I keep staring? This was a once-in-a-lifetime opportunity! If I missed it, when would I ever see my aunt's body again? She would definitely continue undressing. But if I was discovered, it wouldn't be like a child getting a few slaps; it would definitely make the news or get me to the police station. Never mind! I gripped my phone tightly, my eyes glued to the crack in the door, desperate to rush in and see clearly. As expected, after searching for something, my aunt took off her undershirt. Immediately, a pair of large, full breasts, clad in a bra, were revealed before my eyes. It was impossible for someone who had given birth to three children to have such white, firm breasts—even a college student might not have them! Seeing her in only her underwear filled me with immense excitement, and my penis was already irresistibly hard. "Take it off, keep taking it off!" But this time, things didn't go so smoothly. My aunt wrapped herself in a large bath towel, picked up a few clothes, and walked out the door, probably heading to the bathroom. Sure enough, I heard the sound of water coming from the bathroom shortly after. Hesitating for a moment, I decided to go outside to see if there was any opportunity. I searched around the bathroom door for a while, but unfortunately, the door was completely sealed. I could only stand outside and imagine my aunt taking a shower. After that stimulation, my penis was rock hard; I touched it, and it wasn't something that could be calmed down by simply looking away. I pressed myself almost against the bathroom door, trying to find a crack to peek at my aunt taking a shower, but instead of finding a crack, the door suddenly opened and slammed into me. The water on the door splashed all over my pants, and when I looked down, I saw that I was soaked. In that instant, I couldn't react at all, let alone peek at my aunt. The door slammed shut again as soon as it hit me, and I heard my aunt ask anxiously from inside, "Who is it!" I tensed up too, but I forced myself to stay calm, constantly telling myself that I absolutely couldn't panic, that there was still room for maneuver. "Auntie, it's me." "Little brother, what are you doing there?" "Oh, I rode my bike here this morning, and it rained, so my gloves got wet. I put them downstairs to dry, and I was thinking of going to the living room to get them when they were dry, but I couldn't find them, so I came up to ask if you'd seen them. I saw you taking a shower, so I thought I'd ask through the door, but the door just happened to be open." "Oh, I see. I'll look for them for you later." "Sorry to bother you, Auntie, I'm going downstairs now." At this point, I have to admit I'm incredibly proud of myself. Having escaped a close call, I quickly headed downstairs. My little brother was already completely calm, but then Auntie suddenly called out to me. "Little brother, wait a minute, could you get something for Auntie?" "What?" "There's a new bottle of shower gel on the table in Auntie's room. I forgot to bring it in. Could you hand it to me?" So Auntie opened the door to get the shower gel! Why wouldn't she?! I rushed into the master bedroom, overjoyed, and immediately found a bottle of shower gel on the dressing table. I ran to the bathroom door, knocked, and prepared to hand it to my aunt. I thought to myself, "This time, no matter what, I'm sure I'll see her naked. I'm so lucky!" Little did I know, when I knocked...After waiting for ten minutes, my aunt finally opened the bathroom door. This time, I was smarter, but the water on the door still splashed onto my pants, making them even wetter. Who designed this damn bathroom door?! My aunt came out wearing a thermal undershirt and trousers, her hair wrapped up. She took the shower gel and said with a smile, "Sorry to keep you waiting. I squeezed it out and realized there was still a little left. I was afraid I'd forget next time, so I asked you to hold it for me, hahaha." "Haha, it's okay." What could be more regrettable than this: a woman who was naked suddenly appearing fully clothed in front of you. My aunt took the shower gel, put it in the bathroom, and then headed towards the master bedroom. Seeing that the elusive opportunity was about to disappear, I told myself I had to create another chance, at least try to stay near my aunt. I followed my aunt into the room. To avoid embarrassment, I said, "Auntie, I saw a book in your room just now. Could I borrow it?" My aunt was a college student before she got married, and even after marriage, her love of reading remained unchanged. Therefore, there was a large bookshelf in her room, filled with all kinds of books. She said, "Which one? Go get it for me to read." Actually, I didn't pay attention to any precious books. Damn it, I don't usually read books. I just made up an excuse to get closer to my aunt. After hearing the instruction, I hurriedly went to the bookshelf, thinking that any book would be fine. However, before I could find any inscriptions, I first spotted a book called "Treatment of Male Erectile Dysfunction." I couldn't help but burst out laughing. My aunt immediately asked, "What's wrong?" "N-nothing..." My aunt turned her head and glanced at the bookshelf I was looking at. As if she had already guessed what was going on, she said calmly, "You, you shouldn't smoke or drink anymore. Even if you do, don't overdo it, understand?" I asked, puzzled, "What do you mean?" "Otherwise, you'll end up like your uncle, having to read these kinds of books. Even if they're useful, that's fine. He's a heavy smoker and drinks a lot, so reading won't help him." My aunt had actually brought up this topic. I thought for a moment that if I continued the conversation, it would either be a great success or a great failure, which was too risky. So I randomly picked a book from the bookshelf. The title looked a bit profound, and I hadn't read it before, so I decided on this one. "Aunt, this is the book I was talking about." At this moment, my aunt was drying her hair and gestured for me to wait a moment. After she finished drying her hair, I slowly walked over and handed her the book. "That's great! This book is a true story, it's very interesting. If you like it, you can borrow it, but remember to return it." "Okay, thank you, Auntie." Damn it, is this the end? The resentment in my heart was unbearable. Did I not even have a chance left? Unexpectedly, Lady Luck seemed to be on my side. My aunt suddenly looked at my pants and asked, "Why are your pants so wet?" "They got wet from the bathroom door." "Too wet, you can't do that." Suddenly, my aunt stood up, and I saw with my own eyes that, even through the slightly thick, wide-necked undershirt, her E-cup breasts were still swaying wantonly. Just those few bounces were enough to make my heart race again, and my penis quietly reacted. "What size waist do you wear? I'll get you some pants to change into." "No need to trouble you, Auntie. It's not like I'll find any pants right away." "Hurry up." "Oh, size 30." After getting the size, my aunt went to the wardrobe, squatted down, opened the drawer, and started rummaging through the pants. I stood next to my aunt and looked straight down. There was no bra. Women don't wear bras after taking a shower! Underneath the wide U-neck was the treasure I had been dreaming of. Those two E-cup peaks were now clearly visible before my eyes, round and full, with faint blue veins showing through the translucent white, and those two medium-sized nipples that made me want to suck them, with a slightly darker brown color. Seeing this, my penis was completely hard, and my pants were stretched to the limit. My aunt casually tossed me a pair of pants, saying, "Your uncle is too fat, he doesn't have pants with a waist size of 30. I bought these when I was first pregnant. You can wear them; the color is neutral, don't worry. I'll get you a bag to put your dirty clothes in." My aunt got up and went to the storage area to find a bag. I thanked her a few times, then looked at the pants, pondering. Having just witnessed such a touching scene, I didn't care about the pants; my mind was filled with fantasies of how to make my aunt suffer. Never mind, I decided to go for it. Behind my aunt's back, I took off the pants and changed on the spot. Luckily, I couldn't pull them up without doing anything; they were obviously too small. "Aunt, these are a little small." My aunt turned around. Her expression went from surprise to calm. I knew she must have seen it, but she just didn't say anything. My trousers, pulled down to my knees, couldn't contain the bulging boxer shorts. My swollen penis, freed from the constraints of my outer trousers, stood even more unrestrainedly, separated only by a single piece of fabric. This was definitely one of the hardest and most erections I'd ever experienced in my life. Even if my aunt was blind, she could definitely see how high it was. An 18-centimeter erection is no joke. My aunt, her tone noticeably changed, slowly approached. I could tell she hesitated; I didn't know if she was going to scold me, pretend not to see, or perhaps my uncle, with his erectile dysfunction, could no longer satisfy this woman in her prime, and today was a rare day for her to see a vibrant penis, so she couldn't bear to look away. I didn't bother guessing. At least my aunt didn't slap me or immediately cover her face and walk away, which meant I still had a chance. "I'll give you a new pair, take that one off." I took off the pants I couldn't fit into, sat on the bed, and handed them to my aunt. Suddenly, an idea struck me, and I exclaimed, "Oh no, I'm so sorry, Auntie!" "What happened?" "I didn't know my underwear was wet too, and I made your bed wet." "Where?" My aunt and I both stood up, pointing to a small, damp spot on the bed. Actually, it wasn't a big deal; I was just using it to move on to the next step. I pretended to wring out my underwear, trying to look as embarrassed as possible. In reality, the crotch of my boxer shorts was already open, and as I pulled, my penis would be faintly visible through the gap. If my aunt saw me wringing out my underwear, she would definitely see something she hadn't seen in a long time. Secretly observing, my aunt, who hadn't said or moved, was silently glancing at my crotch. I knew she must have seen my swollen penis, which made me even more excited, but I also knew that now was definitely not the time to go any further. Already pretending to be flustered, I acted even more flustered, wringing even harder. As if by accident, my penis spilled out of my crotch, eighteen centimeters long, a fully engorged young rod, standing erect in front of this middle-aged, resentful woman. I pretended not to know that my penis had spilled out and continued wringing my underwear. I noticed my aunt staring intently, looking thoughtful. Suddenly, she squatted down, continuing to look for her pants, and said, "It's not very wet, don't wring it out. And... little brother, put your pants back on." "Ah, I'm sorry, Aunt, I didn't know it..." "It's okay, boys your age do this all the time, it's fine." Damn it, I sat back on the bed, my back to my aunt, not bothering to put my penis back in, and started stroking it even more boldly, waiting for my aunt to turn around and see, betting on her reaction. At this point, I didn't care about the consequences anymore. I only knew that this resentful woman was definitely interested, just too afraid to express it. If I missed this opportunity, my aunt would be more wary of me for the rest of her life, and there would be no chance for anything further. I had to go all in, success or failure. Not long after, my aunt turned around while talking: "Little brother, try this on, freshman year..." The reason she couldn't continue was simple: if you saw a grown man masturbating in front of you, anyone would stop. I pretended to be confused and said, "Aunt, look." "Little brother, stop! What are you doing... Aren't you afraid I'll tell your mom?" "My mom never taught me this. Are you going to teach me, Aunt?" "Teach what?" "Why do I get hard when I see you, Aunt? Why does it feel so good?" "You... You've graduated from university and even have a girlfriend. How could you not know this?" "I really don't understand. I've never felt like this before." "How could this be..." I reached out and grabbed my aunt's soft hand, immediately placing it on my penis and stroking it. A cold sensation came from my penis. This was due to the temperature difference. Either my aunt's hand was too cold, or my penis was too hot. In any case, my aunt must have felt the heat of my penis at that moment. My aunt, who didn't immediately pull away, looked hesitant. She was probably thinking, "A college student in his twenties, who already has a girlfriend, doesn't even know how to talk about masturbation. Forget masturbation, I've even had enough of my girlfriend. She's just saying this to make conversation. Does she think I'm some kind of idiot virgin?" Thinking about it, my aunt was incredibly naive. Maybe that's why she married my uncle, that short, fat, and ugly guy. "Little brother… this is called masturbation, so it feels good." "Why does masturbation feel good?" "Because… because…" My aunt was too shy to continue. I couldn't imagine such a refined woman uttering such vulgar things like "because it makes you orgasm" or "because you'll ejaculate." My aunt, seemingly out of a sense of goodwill, didn't pull away from my grip and obediently started masturbating me. Honestly, besides the stimulation, my aunt's technique was far inferior to my girlfriend's. Therefore, I wanted something more exciting. "Auntie, won't this put you in a difficult position?" "Since you don't understand... Auntie also...""I'll demonstrate once... then you can do it yourself... actually, it's just like this..." Before my aunt could finish, I interrupted, "Aunt, can you give me oral sex? I heard it feels really good." "No... no!" At this point, being caught and scolded was a death sentence anyway, so I might as well go all the way and maybe I could get some leverage over her. So it wasn't up to my aunt whether she wanted it or not; I was just letting her know what was going to happen next. I let go of her hand, pressed down on the back of her head, and fiercely forced my penis forward. My aunt, with her lips tightly closed, refused to give in, struggling with her hands. My hard penis kept moving and bumping against her face. As if forced by something disgusting, my aunt's entire face contorted in pain. But this time, I used both hands to control the back of her head. The more she dodged, the harder I pressed forward. My aunt probably couldn't hold back any longer and wanted to scold me. As soon as she opened her mouth, it was exactly what I wanted. I pulled my aunt's head back slightly, aimed my penis at her small mouth, and thrust it straight into her cavity. "Ugh! Ugh! Ugh!..." "Auntie, please do me a favor, I feel so good." With a pained look in her eyes and a struggling expression, she kept uttering pitiful pleas for mercy. Auntie was still resisting, but the stimulation from her warm mouth was far better than the stimulation from my fingers. I held Auntie's head and slowly made piston-like movements back and forth. The saliva that she secreted involuntarily moistened my penis drop by drop. The large glans was enjoying the stimulation of being enveloped by her tongue in the wet mouth. Not to mention the vacuum effect created by Auntie's panting and resistance, the forbidden stimulation, the forced pleasure, all of which made me extremely excited. Before long, my aunt's face turned red. Of course, not every woman can handle taking an 18-centimeter penis completely into her mouth; the nausea and pain that come with it, even with the immense pleasure, make it a sex game that can't be mastered in one go. I knew that my aunt's expression meant she was about to vomit. Not wanting to hurt her, I reluctantly withdrew my penis. Sure enough, my aunt pressed her hand to her chest, vomiting repeatedly, her cherry-like mouth pitifully coughing up drops of saliva, and looking at me with a complicated expression. This woman has taken the bait. If I handle things properly, I'm sure I can achieve my goal. Seeing my aunt's pained expression, I feigned innocence and said apologetically, "Aunt, I'm sorry, I didn't know oral sex would make you so upset." "You... have you ever done this to your girlfriend?" "No, I wouldn't dare." "You can't do that, it makes girls very uncomfortable." What a joke! Am I supposed to shove my penis into my girlfriend's mouth and give her a good blowjob, and then have her say "Then... Aunt, are you still willing to teach me?" "I can help you with my hand..." As soon as she finished speaking, my aunt immediately reached out her hand, seemingly wanting to end this farce as soon as possible. Her delicate hand moved extremely quickly, but this didn't make me feel like ejaculating at all. Seeing her helpless look, I found it amusing. Actually, she could have just slapped me and told me to roll... After things escalated, I was either imprisoned or deported, but she didn't do that. Instead, she obediently helped me masturbate. Perhaps... "Auntie, do you and Uncle often have sex?" "Don't chat, I'm teaching you something." "Auntie, I also want to have sex once." Hearing this, Auntie's hand, which was actively masturbating, suddenly stopped. She stared at me blankly and asked, "Do you know what you're saying?" "Please, I've never had sex with a girl before. Can Auntie teach me too?" Ignoring Auntie's still hesitant face, I picked her up and threw her onto the bed with a twist of my waist. Before Auntie could react, she was lying face down on the bed. Seeing that the opportunity was not to be missed, I forcefully pulled off Auntie's trousers, and also tore off a pair of black sheer panties underneath. It would have been better if I hadn't looked. My aunt was already soaking wet. A small part of her vulva was visible between her fair thighs, and glistening moisture seeped from the darker-colored folds of her pubic flesh. Clumps of pubic hair stuck together told the story of her overflowing wetness. It turned out that after that series of stimulations, I wasn't the only one excited; this woman was also incredibly thirsty. Unable to suppress my impulse any longer, I grasped my penis, gently parted her labia, found the entrance to her vagina, inserted the head, and thrust my hips forward. My entire penis slid smoothly into my aunt's already wet vagina without any resistance. A wave of pleasure, enveloped in warmth, washed over me. You would never believe that this was a woman who had given birth to two children, possessing such a vagina. My stimulated penis continued to grow inside her vagina, the head harder than I had ever imagined. Before I even began to thrust, I felt the urge to ejaculate. "Ah!" My aunt cried out in ecstasy the moment I entered her. Since it was from behind, I couldn't see her expression, but I imagined she was incredibly wanton. I dared not move; her 26-inch waist was already writhing and responding. It wasn't me doing her; she was trying to do me. I've had relationships with a few women, but four in total. I've never seen a woman whose vagina was so insatiably wet, her juices flowing like this. My aunt must be incredibly horny, or perhaps she's been starved for it for a long time. After a few thrusts from behind, my 18-centimeter penis was fully extended before I pushed it in again, several times reaching the deepest point, making my aunt scream. My blood-filled glans scraped fiercely against the walls of her vagina, which had probably been untouched for a long time. With each impact, she responded with a moan; with each withdrawal, the muffled gasps made me want to fuck this shrew to death. I grabbed my aunt's hands from behind, arching her back and thrusting my hips back and forth rapidly until she couldn't take it anymore and screamed wildly, "No, I'll die! I'll die like this!" "You won't die! This is how it feels, you know?" "Okay, this is how it feels, so good, but, ah, I can't take it anymore, it feels so good." "Feels good, do you want to stop?" "Don't stop, you can't stop, it'll kill me, ah, I'm going to die, ahhhhh." I thrust in this position for about five minutes, and I felt my aunt was about to climax. Her vaginal walls kept tightening, almost squeezing my penis flat. Not daring to endure this stimulation any longer, I had to withdraw and pull my penis out. But if I didn't pull it out, my aunt's overflowing vagina immediately gushed out gush of fluid, flowing down her thighs and soaking the entire bed sheet. Her opening and closing vagina seemed to beckon my penis, saying that she wasn't satisfied and wanted to go again. I picked up my aunt again, turned her over, and without a word, took off her already soaking wet undershirt. Her two full, round breasts swayed in front of me. The flush on her chest, combined with her dazed eyes, red cheeks, and hesitant lips, made me unable to resist. I bit down on her left nipple and sucked and nibbled frantically, while my other hand vigorously grabbed and kneaded her other breast. "Harder, harder, knead my breasts harder, suck my nipples." Hearing this, I bit even harder and kneaded even more vigorously. My aunt's breasts were truly amazing. Although she was nearly forty, they were still incredibly elastic, smooth and supple to the touch. The E-cup size was absolutely genuine, hot and prickly to the touch. Before I could fully enjoy those beautiful breasts, my aunt suddenly struggled. I thought something was about to happen, but what happened surprised me. My aunt, who had gotten up, lowered her head and bit my penis. She stroked it with her small hand while simultaneously taking the glans into her mouth. Her mouth, like a snake, licked and sucked at me with all its might, the slurping sound of saliva filling the air. Her lustful eyes and the waves of indescribable pleasure stimulated me, making me unable to hold back any longer. I ejaculated a large amount of semen, every drop exploding into her mouth. At this moment, my aunt's movements slowed slightly, but she didn't let me pull out. She swallowed, gulping down all my semen. Immediately after, she began licking my shaft again. I must say, my aunt's oral skills were truly remarkable. Her tongue moved constantly between the glans, sometimes taking the whole thing in, sometimes sucking and licking it from the side, quickly making my penis hard again. Before I could react, this time my aunt pushed me down onto the bed. With her back to me, she positioned herself in a lotus position, aimed at my penis, and thrust in with all her might. I returned to that thirsty and alluring honey pot, the even more moist and scalding sensation burning my penis. I could clearly feel that, in addition to the suction of the vagina itself, my aunt was also controlling the vaginal walls, stimulating my penis with a rhythmic release and relaxation. After only a few thrusts, I felt my penis extending infinitely inside her, unable to find a climax, while my aunt kept swaying her hips, as if adjusting something. It wasn't until I felt the tip of my penis touch something, and my aunt let out a moan, that I realized she was searching for her own erogenous zones. Once she found them, this long-unsatisfied honeypot began a series of attacks I had never imagined. My aunt's waist twisted and swayed, thrusting forward and backward, and my penis was being constantly stimulated and tormented inside her vagina. I heard her moan repeatedly, "Don't come out! It feels so good, such a thick and hard cock! I haven't felt this good in so long!" "Hmm, Aunt, be gentler, or I'll lose control." "I don't care! Hmm, ah, so good! No, right there! I'm coming, I'm coming!" Feeling the tight contractions of her vaginal walls again, I decided not to be passive anymore. Using my waist strength, I thrust upwards with all my might, almost sending my aunt flying. A sharp, unprecedented moan confirmed to me that this method of penetration would definitely bring my aunt to multiple orgasms. Before my aunt could even...As Mom fell down, I lowered my waist, freeing my penis from the confines of her vagina. With each pull, I felt immense resistance. Her already wet and contracted vagina, nearing orgasm, wouldn't let go of my penis so easily. The powerful suction almost made me ejaculate again. Freed from my aunt's control, I barely managed to suppress the urge to ejaculate. Just as she was about to fall, I straightened my back and, before she could fully sit down, thrust my penis deep into her vagina again. Because her vagina, on the verge of orgasm, was so tight, I could clearly feel my large glans breaking through layer after layer of vaginal walls before penetrating deeper. At this moment, the vaginal fluid secreted by my aunt soaked my thighs as well. My aunt remained in an M-shaped position, lying on top of me, her hips swaying up and down with my rhythm. After about ten more minutes of thrusting, my aunt cried out pitifully, "I really can't take it anymore, I'm going to come, I can't take it anymore!" "Not yet, if you come now you won't get any pleasure." "Ah, ah, ah ah, I want more, I want more, I want even more pleasure." I gave up grabbing and twisting her breasts with my right hand and reached forward to tease my aunt's clitoris. Sure enough, my aunt's vulva was already very wet. My hand became soaked with just a touch. I stretched out my fingers and, without saying a word, began to actively tease the already swollen clitoris. "Ah, there, don't touch there, you'll die." "Die, why will I die?" "Mmm, it feels so good, I'm going to die, I'm going to die." "What does it feel like to die?" "It feels so good, so good, that's the feeling, mmm, ah, you can't touch it anymore, if you touch it again I'm going to cum." "What will cum?" "My juices, my juices, no, please don't, mmm, it feels so good, ahhhhh!" "So do you want it or not?" "Yes, yes, I want more, rub harder, insert deeper! Ah! I'm going to cum, I'm going to cum!" While deeply and intensely thrusting, she frantically flicked her clitoris with her hand. Not to mention my aunt, even I... I reached the climax, but I kept holding back from ejaculating. Finally, I couldn't hold back anymore. A powerful, enveloping force tightly bound my penis. My aunt had a complete orgasm. Her wet, honeyed vulva was now tighter than ever before, enough to completely drain any intruding penis. Unable to hold back any longer, I thrust forward with all my might, pouring even more semen than the first time into my aunt's uterus without reservation. It was this last thrust that caused my aunt to squirt as well. Her entire vulva gushed out a large amount of vaginal fluid. As she spurted, her slender waist trembled continuously. Then, with each tremor, she released her pent-up ecstasy on top of me. After a long time, I slowly pulled out my limp penis. The semen, now filled with my own fluids, finally found its outlet, mixing with vaginal fluids of unknown origin, and gushed out freely. My aunt lay limp on the bed, staring at me blankly. I held my penis, still slightly wet with semen, to my aunt's lips, letting her taste the last bit of essence. She understood, quickly sticking out her tongue and skillfully licking it clean. After that, my aunt and I made love many more times in secret, even having affairs in hotels. Each time was more intense than the last, and we always ejaculated inside each other without any protection. Now I'm about to be discharged from the army, and I heard my aunt has a newborn cousin. I just hope that when I see the baby, he won't look too much like me.

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