Aunt in stockings

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"It feels so good, Auntie! Hurry up! Suck my cock harder!" I pressed down hard on the head of the beautiful woman in front of me, forcing her head down towards my crotch. That's right, I'm having my aunt give me oral sex.
Watching my aunt diligently sucking my cock, my thoughts drifted back to my childhood, to those years when I gradually tamed my aunt into a bitch.
My name is Hao Ren. Although my name sounds like a good person, I'm actually a complete pervert.
Actually, I've always been a good kid since I was little. But when I was in third grade, I overheard the "bad kids" in my class whispering about porn sites. They say curiosity killed the cat, and I couldn't control my curiosity, so I secretly wrote down the websites. When I got home and opened my computer, I became completely addicted.
Now I'm obsessed with pornographic novels and comics, and I have countless AVs on my computer. But on the surface, I've always pretended very well. Everyone thinks I'm a simple, honest, good kid and a good student.
Perhaps it's because of my aunt, but a large part of my current sexual fetishes stems from her.
My aunt, Zhao Dongyan, has 36F breasts, a pert, fleshy butt, and a pair of incredibly sexy long legs. She's always wearing stockings (in spring and autumn, she wears flesh-colored leggings under stockings, and in winter, sometimes thermal stockings—you know what I mean, fellow perverts). Her thick lips inspire a strong desire to shove a big cock into her mouth. She's gentle, but also a bit vain. She's a civil servant, and although she wants to climb the ranks, she doesn't have the ability. She's tactful but often makes mistakes.
My aunt has two daughters: my older sister, Hao Dexin, who's in university, and my younger sister, Hao Xianghui, who's still in high school. Well, I'll talk about the sisters later. Oh, by the way, I'm also a university student now, in the same year as Xin, both freshmen. As for Huihui, she's a senior in high school.
Because the three of us children were close in age, we often played together when we were little. I visited my aunt's house very frequently. As I've mentioned before, I was always a well-behaved child and a good student. Perhaps because my aunt didn't have a son, she doted on me a lot. Every time I visited, she would prepare delicious food and fun toys, and she would often take me to the supermarket. So, I really liked my aunt when I was little.
In third grade, I browsed pornographic websites for the first time. When I got home, I turned on the computer and entered the address. The first thing that popped up was a picture of a naked woman wearing only stockings and high heels. At that time, my aunt didn't wear stockings, and the ones I had seen before were all short stockings. So, seeing those long, black stockings for the first time, I was immediately very curious. But curiosity aside, to be honest, I didn't feel much at the time. After all, I was only in third grade, and my penis couldn't even get hard yet. But I have to say, the image of stockings was probably deeply rooted in my mind at that time.
During the summer vacation of third grade, I forget the exact day, the whole family decided to go to the beach to escape the heat and relax. The whole family here refers to my grandparents, my uncle's family, and emmm, right, there was another relative who came with us, whom I also call uncle, let's call him Passerby A from now on. I invited him because he knew the staff at the beach and could get discounts. Very pragmatic, isn't it?
We were in two cars at the time. My grandparents are the rather old-fashioned type, and we kids were naturally noisy, so it was inevitable that we'd make a fuss in the car. The family decided that my grandparents, my parents, and the stranger (let's call them A) would ride in one car (my dad was driving), while we kids would ride in my uncle's car (my uncle was driving). All three of us kids wanted to sit with my aunt. My older sister and younger sister wanted to sit next to their mother. As for me, well, I noticed something strange about my aunt's legs from the beginning—they were reflective, unlike usual, making it look like she was wearing something. I was already guessing she might be wearing stockings, but I wanted to be sure, so I started plotting.
We three kids kept arguing about who would sit in the back with my aunt. Eventually, she couldn't resist us and said with a wry smile, "Okay, okay, stop arguing. Aren't you all going to feel cramped? Let's all sit in the back. Whoever feels cramped can sit in the front passenger seat." "Okay!" we agreed with a smile.
The beach was quite far; it would take us half a day to drive there. Xin and Hui were still young girls, and their energy wasn't as great as mine. After a while of playful fighting, they both couldn't stay awake and slowly fell asleep. Meanwhile, my aunt and uncle were chatting. I pretended to be doing nothing, looking around—well, actually, just looking at the scenery outside the car window. After a while, my aunt and uncle stopped chatting, and I pretended to be tired of the scenery, turning my head towards them. Xin and Hui were still fast asleep. I pretended to have discovered something new and interesting, and leaned down to get a closer look at my aunt's super-thin, glossy legs in stockings. Actually, I had already noticed when I got in the car that my aunt was indeed wearing stockings. Oh, right, let me mention our seating arrangement: I was on the far left, my aunt was to my right, my uncle was in the driver's seat in front of me, and Xin and Hui were to my aunt's right.
As I leaned closer to my aunt's sexy legs, I placed my hands on her calves and thighs, rubbing them up and down a couple of times. Then, I reached out and pinched her stockings, pretending to be curious as I examined them closely. Just as I was staring at her stockings, my aunt raised her hand and placed it on my head, then smiled and asked, "What are you doing, Renren?" I looked up at my aunt, like a curious child, and whispered, "Auntie, what's this?" My aunt smiled and patted my head. "This is called stockings." "Stockings? What are stockings? Are they a type of sock?" "Yes."
"But why are your stockings so long, Auntie, and they even reflect light?" "Haha, silly Renren, there are many kinds of stockings. Auntie's are like this." "Oh." As a child, I didn't have the drive to get to the bottom of things. Besides, I felt that Auntie's stockinged legs felt very comfortable to touch, so I blurted out, "I feel that your legs in stockings feel so comfortable to touch, Auntie. Can I touch them?"
"Pfft~" As soon as I finished speaking, my uncle in the driver's seat couldn't help but laugh. My aunt blushed, glared at my uncle, and then said to me, "You brat, you'll definitely be a big pervert when you grow up. Go ahead and touch them."
I chuckled, unsure how to respond to my aunt's comment, so I lowered my head and started touching her thighs in stockings. Her thighs, clad in ultra-thin, glossy stockings, shimmered occasionally, and her shapely legs were incredibly soft and supple, making them feel exceptionally comfortable to the touch. The smooth texture of the stockings was irresistible. One hand caressed her shinbone, while the other stroked her thigh. The soft flesh of her thighs gave me a slightly firm and bouncy feel. Perhaps my aunt was a little nervous; at first, I could clearly feel her slight tension, but as I continued to stroke her, she gradually… Once my aunt relaxed, I started to go beyond just stroking her. The hand that was touching her thigh would occasionally gently pinch her sensitive flesh. Each time I pinched, I could clearly feel her leg tense. Looking at her beautiful, stockinged legs so close to my eyes, I couldn't help but gently press my face against them. My left hand slowly slid between her thighs, only to be tightly gripped by her. Her two large, fleshy thighs held my left hand tightly, warm and inviting, making me reluctant to move it. My face slowly pressed against her thighs; even through the stockings, I could still feel her tenderness. I pressed my face against my aunt's silk-stockinged legs for a while, then started rubbing my face against her thighs. The silk stockings rubbed against my face, it felt very comfortable, with a slightly rustling sensation. While my face was moving, my right hand wasn't idle either. I grabbed my aunt's calf and played with it, sometimes flicking it back and forth, sometimes holding it in my hand to feel its softness. After playing for a while, my hand slowly slid down her calf, feeling its delicate texture little by little. Soon I was holding my aunt's heel, my little hand touching her foot. As I touched it, I realized that my aunt had her legs slightly crossed, using her foot to pick out her shoes in the car. I reached into the shoes my aunt was picking out, my fingers aligning with each of her five toes. Her feet were slightly damp and warm, which was probably why she had slightly taken off her shoes. I tried to slip my fingers between her toes through her stockings, but failed several times. Undeterred, I ran my palm along her smooth little feet, moving from the sole to the instep. With a forceful pull, I peeled off her high heels. My right hand played with her stockinged toes, while my left hand slipped from between her thighs and forcefully pulled off her other high heel. I continued to caress the sole of her other foot, feeling its dampness and slipperiness.
Just as I was having a great time, my aunt suddenly patted my head: "Alright, that's enough, Renren, stop touching me." "Oh," I stopped, disappointed. There was nothing I could do; my aunt had spoken. Perhaps sensing my disappointment, after I stopped, she straightened her clothes and quietly leaned close to my ear, whispering, "You little rascal, you like touching your aunt's legs so much? You can touch them again next time, we're almost at the beach now." Hearing this, I looked up at her with delight, and our eyes met. Looking into her slightly smiling eyes, I inexplicably leaned in and kissed her. When I realized what I had done, my face flushed red, and I didn't know what to say. I shut myself in a corner. My aunt was clearly stunned after being kissed, and seeing my "shut-in," she smiled and pulled me close.
I was held tightly in my aunt's arms, my head resting on her F-cup breasts, too afraid to move. Her chin was on my head, and she just held me quietly. It should have been a peaceful scene, but with my head on her breasts, I couldn't calm down at all. My mind kept drifting back to the porn sites I'd browsed earlier. Even though I wasn't getting an erection, I still felt a strange pleasure. I
pressed my head back against her breasts, rubbing it against them a couple of times, and then suddenly looked up and whispered in her ear, "Auntie, I like you. Can I touch your legs all the time?" She lightly slapped my leg twice. "You know what 'like' means? We'll see later." I wanted to plead a little more, but unfortunately, my older sister and younger sister woke up at that moment. Seeing me sitting on my aunt's lap, they immediately got jealous and started complaining. So the three of us started playing together again.
After all that playful bickering, we finally arrived at the beach around 3 PM. We played in the sand and water until after 5 PM, then had a family meal and went back to the hotel.
Don't expect anything to happen at the beach; like I said, they're third graders—and I'm emphasizing that, their age!
During dinner, I kept trying to whisper to my aunt, wanting her to let me touch her legs again. My frequent attempts to whisper to her aroused my parents' curiosity. At the table, my dad, with a mischievous grin, asked me directly, "Son, what are you whispering to your aunt about? It's so secretive." My mom joined in, teasing me,
"Yeah, son, I think you're closer to your aunt than to me now." My mom's words made the whole family laugh. I was quite embarrassed and didn't know what to say. Later, as we chatted, my uncle revealed that I had touched my aunt's legs in stockings in the car, which led to the whole family teasing me about it. Everyone was making fun of me about it, not intentionally, just like teasing a child, but it made me feel incredibly embarrassed. I wanted to disappear into the ground. Especially when my aunt whispered to me, "Want to touch my legs again?" I felt like she was deliberately mocking me. My face turned red, and I couldn't speak. Seeing me like this, the family laughed even harder.
Kids are sensitive about their image too, and after that incident, I never openly asked to touch my aunt's stockinged legs again. However, several coincidences that followed allowed me to successfully play with my aunt's beautiful stockinged legs a few times, and those incidents only intensified my desire for her.
[The End]

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