I slept with my aunt

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One summer, it was raining. I was about six or seven years old. She was watching TV at home by herself, and I squeezed next to her. She was lying on her side with her back to me. I slipped my hand under her neck and accidentally placed it on her breast. I gave it a quick squeeze, and the softness immediately attracted me. Since she didn't react at all, I pretended to be casual and gently slipped my hand inside her t-shirt, placing it on her waist. She still didn't react and remained motionless watching TV. I mustered my courage and slowly moved my hand upwards, until it reached her breast. She was wearing a bra, so I could only put my hand there through the bra. My aunt didn't react at all. I didn't dare put my hand inside her bra again. I touched her like that for a long time. From then on, I looked forward to rainy days so I could go to my aunt's house and touch her breasts. Finally, one time, my aunt said, "I'll take off my clothes so you don't get them dirty." That day, I was very excited and buried my head inside her clothes. Her breasts were big and white, and the nipples felt wonderful to the touch. Later, I transferred to another city for school. I didn't return until after graduating from high school. By then, I was too old to do it again. My aunt also had children. This continued until the May Day holiday. I went home for the May Day holiday, and it happened to be raining. When I go home, I usually visit each relative's house. I went to my aunt's house as usual and chatted with her normally. Her younger brother had gone to his maternal grandparents' house to play. She was peeling peanuts on the kang (a heated brick bed), and I offered to help her. She said, "No need, your hands are clean. My back is itchy, scratch it for me." I felt very embarrassed, because I had touched her like that when I was a child, and I was too scared to do it again now. Of course, neither of us mentioned it again. I scratched her back through her clothes, feeling quite nervous. She said it was okay. Then we chatted about some trivial things. At this point, I wasn't nervous anymore and carefully looked at my aunt. Although more than ten years had passed, she was still very beautiful and had even more charm. Her figure was still so good, she hadn't gained much weight. As I was looking her over, my aunt said, "That itchy spot is acting up again, can you scratch it for me again?" I scratched it for her, but after only a couple of scratches, she said, "Put your hand inside to scratch it." So I went behind her, reached inside her back, and immediately felt the back clasp of her bra. Instinctively, I pulled my hand away and started scratching her back. At that moment, touching her smooth back, I became aroused. She said, "Okay." I deliberately pressed my hand against her back, slowly stroking it, before pulling it out. My mind raced, thinking, what should I do? This is a once-in-a-lifetime opportunity. I steeled myself, hugged her from behind, and grabbed her breasts with both hands. I pressed my body against hers. I clearly felt my aunt instinctively try to pull away, but I held her even tighter. "Get up quickly, don't let your uncle know," she said. "I won't say anything. I won't let him see," I quickly said. Then she stopped moving. I reached my hands directly into her clothes, this time also into her bra, and grasped her two large breasts with both hands. She still didn't speak or move. I just kept touching her breasts, gently sucking on her nipples. After a while, I turned my aunt down, making her face me, and then pressed her down, looking at her. Her gaze avoided mine. I kissed her, and she flinched. I held her head to keep her from moving, and put my tongue into her mouth. She bit her teeth, so I bit her lip. She said it hurt, and I said, "Open your mouth." So I put my tongue into her mouth. At first, she didn't move, but soon she started kissing me too. We exchanged saliva, our tongues intertwined. I lowered myself slightly, sucking on her large breasts. She let out a soft "humph," which fueled my excitement. I sucked on her nipple, holding her large breasts. Although she had given birth, her breasts were a little soft, but still felt wonderful. I tried to take off her pants, but she pulled hard, refusing. I got even more excited. If she wouldn't take off her pants, I tried to take off her clothes. She wouldn't take off her clothes either, but that actually prevented her from fully protecting herself, so I easily took off her pants. Seeing that she had no choice, she said, "My hands are too dirty, I need to wash them." I had already seen some wet wipes on the windowsill, so I quickly grabbed some for her to wipe her hands. I didn't give her a chance to put her pants back on. She could only say to me, "You're so grown up now." Before she could finish speaking, I quickly covered her mouth with mine, not wanting her to say anything more. And so, we started kissing again. I touched her large breasts, and when I tried to move my hand down, she stopped me. I didn't move my hand down, and just took off my own pants. My aunt got scared at this point, grabbed a blanket from the side and wrapped it around herself, preventing me from touching her. "Your uncle will be back soon, stop making trouble and go away." I said, "I can't." She said again, "Don't do this, others will find out." I ignored her, forcefully pulled back the blanket, crawled inside, and pressed myself against her, covering us both with the blanket. I sucked on her big breasts, but she stopped moving. I continued kissing her lower body, but she quickly grabbed me, preventing me from kissing her any further. I took the opportunity to touch her vulva; it was very wet. I whispered in her ear, "It's all wet." She didn't say anything, keeping her eyes closed and not looking at me. I was already very hard, and I deliberately rubbed my penis against her genitals. I didn't rush to penetrate her, because if a woman doesn't want you to penetrate her, you'll never be able to, and it'll just be a waste of effort. I kissed her while rubbing my penis against her genitals, and finally, I felt my penis getting wet from her fluids, and I felt where her vagina was. With a thrust of my hips, it went in. My aunt quickly pulled back, then withdrew from me. It felt so tight, so hot, so wet inside. I begged her, "It feels so good inside, let me in." She didn't say anything, I just looked at her. Sensing my gaze, she covered her face with the blanket. I seized the opportunity and thrust in again. This time she didn't pull back, which seemed to be her consent. I was thrilled. I fucked her hard, pulling the blanket off her as I did so. She kept her eyes closed. I kissed her, and she started responding. Since we were using the traditional missionary position, after a while, I lifted her legs and knelt down to fuck her. This way, I could see her vagina immediately—a triangular pubic hair, my favorite butterfly-shaped vagina, with large, dark labia majora like butterfly wings. Her vagina was very tight, and there was a scar on her lower abdomen, probably from a C-section. I thrust my penis hard into her vagina. At first, she didn't move, but slowly, she started moaning softly. I became even more excited. While I was having sex with her, she buried her head in her breasts and sucked on her nipples. Her breasts were large; I could cup them together with my hands and take both nipples in my mouth. After about 15 minutes, she suddenly hugged me tightly, and I felt her vagina tighten even more, my penis became harder and more sensitive, so I started thrusting. Her moans grew louder. After another three or four minutes, my glans tightened, and large gushes of semen shot inside me. She was still holding me tightly, waiting for me to finish. I climbed on top of her, her breathing calmed down, and she let go of me. I looked at her, but she didn't look at me. I got up and pulled my penis out of her vagina, and a lot of semen immediately gushed out. I quickly grabbed the wet wipes, and she took them and cleaned herself. I knelt between her legs, watching her wipe herself. After she finished hers, she carefully wiped mine too. I smiled at her, but she ignored me and turned to get dressed. I got dressed too. Seeing me still standing there, she said to me, "Go home quickly." I hummed in agreement, and seeing that she didn't seem too angry, I hugged her again and kissed her. This time she didn't pull away and responded. After kissing for a while, she pushed me away, saying, "Go on, go now." I left. Now, all I can think about is her. [The End]

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