My second aunt

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Chapter One: My Second Aunt

My school was quite far from home, so after school at noon I would go to my grandparents' house nearby. My second uncle was their youngest son, and my grandparents doted on him, so his family of three lived there too. My second

uncle was a lazy and good-for-nothing man, with no real skills, but he was very good at picking up girls, managing to trick a beautiful woman into becoming his wife—my second aunt. Later, I realized that rather than saying it was my second uncle's luck, it was more like birds of a feather flock together.

My beautiful second aunt was also a problematic figure in the family. There were many rumors about her affairs outside, but I didn't understand them at the time. I only knew that she didn't love children very much, including her own son. Family members often gossiped about

her in front of my second uncle, especially my grandmother, and the relationship between mother-in-law and daughter-in-law was quite tense. My second aunt was beautiful and delicate, and from a very young age, I developed a strange admiration for her. Every time I saw her thin lips with lipstick on, I couldn't help but want to kiss her and taste her saliva. Of course, at that time, it was just a simple desire to kiss; I had no concept of sex.

And so, I secretly harbored a crush on my second aunt, a thirty-five-year-old woman. And as I grew older, my love deepened. I became dissatisfied with simply seeing her; I craved something more.

At lunchtime, when no one was home, I would often sneak into my second aunt's room and rummage through her things. I didn't know what I was looking for; perhaps it was an unconscious urge to pry into her privacy.

Interestingly, my second uncle and aunt each had two rooms. The one I frequented was filled with my second aunt's things. Every time I opened a drawer, a fragrant scent would waft out—my second aunt's scent. I often smelled it on her. At that time, I didn't understand perfume; I only knew that my mother didn't wear it, nor did any other woman. Only my second aunt possessed a unique, alluring fragrance.

One day, while my grandparents were taking a nap, I secretly slipped into my second aunt's room again to search for treasure. My second aunt had a writing desk covered with a glass panel, underneath which were piles of images of popular stars of that era, such as the Little Tigers. At that moment, I vaguely realized that my second aunt liked boys like those… Underneath the desk was a cabinet with a tightly closed door that I could never open. That day, I used all my strength to open the closet door, and something fell out with a thud. I looked closely and saw two unopened packs of stockings!

For someone with a foot fetish like me, they were priceless treasures. I quickly picked them up to examine them. They seemed incredibly high-class, sealed in plastic. One pair was white, and the other was a bright red!

Not only that, but there were also promotional photos tucked inside. The one with the red stockings was extremely provocative, featuring a blonde, blue-eyed model wearing only a bra and panties. The white one was relatively more ethereal; I remember the woman's feet in the photo were exceptionally beautiful.

Looking back now, those two photos were the most explicit images I had ever seen since birth, until my first viewing of pornography. And you have to understand, in the early 1990s, very few people wore stockings, let alone long, bright red and pure white ones.

I was shocked at the time, wondering how my aunt could wear such things. But I was also very excited. I held them to my nose and smelled them—so fragrant… an aphrodisiac scent! I immediately felt some strange changes in my body.

Later, whenever I had the chance, I would take out those two packs of stockings, look at the women's feet on the covers, and inhale the fragrance intensely. Each time, I was intoxicated; the feeling always made my heart race. At the time, I didn't know that those stockings were a rare commodity in those days; even prostitutes wouldn't dare wear them on the street. They were equivalent to today's sexy lingerie and vibrators, showing how quite provocative my second aunt was back then.

After this experience, I became even more curious about my second aunt's room. I would often rummage through her dressing table. Besides cosmetics and perfumes, there were several books inside, mostly about beauty, fitness, and weight loss. One day, I glanced at one of them and noticed a black book with a very unusual title, so I opened it.

The result was that I couldn't understand it at all… not because I couldn't read, but because I couldn't understand the story. For example, the book mentioned the word "Black Forest," which I couldn't understand at all. Suddenly, I remembered that one day when my second aunt was relieving herself, I went into the bathroom and inadvertently saw a thick tuft of black hair between her legs! Only then did I begin to understand the mystery; that was called pubic hair.

Although I only had a vague understanding, I still finished the book, which took me about three to five days. I read it secretly every day because I knew it contained many stories about male and female genitalia.

That book became the first erotic novel I had ever read, making me vaguely understand that men and women could do more exciting things than just kissing and touching feet. Gradually

, I also realized that my second aunt wasn't a good woman because she had read such a book and wore such provocative stockings.

But strangely, I still liked my second aunt and was infatuated with her. The more wicked my second aunt was, the more I felt that she had an attraction that was different from ordinary women, and so I increasingly longed for my second aunt's body, longed for her feet in stockings... Chapter Two: Temptation

Since reading that filthy book, my mind had many dirty fantasies about my second aunt. I began to pay attention to my second aunt's body.

In early winter, my second aunt often wore a tight red sweater that barely covered her ample breasts, making them appear almost spill out. I would often drool over her while eating; her breasts were quite large, probably a D cup by today's standards.

Not only was her bust impressive, but her most alluring feature was her long, shapely legs. My second aunt was a fashionable and alluring woman; she often wore leather pants that accentuated her round, plump buttocks. She was very tall, about 1.69 meters, and I always had to look up at her, a feeling of unattainable admiration. In my mind, my second aunt had become my goddess. I loved her, and I admired her even more. I didn't dare ask for too much; I only wanted to give my first kiss to my stepmother's feet… Every day after work at noon, my stepmother would come home for lunch and a nap. There were three rooms in the house, one for my grandparents and one for my parents. I was young and easily sleepy, so my grandparents let me sleep with my stepmother. For me, this was an extremely exciting thing, and it created a once-in-a-lifetime opportunity.

Unfortunately, my stepmother would only come in to rest after I had fallen asleep, and by the time I woke up, she had already gone to work. Every time I opened my sleepy eyes and saw the empty bed and the slightly wrinkled sheets, and smelled my stepmother's lingering fragrance, I felt a sense of regret. I was too young then, and I would fall asleep in bed for a short while.

One day, by chance, I finally got my wish. That day, I drank too much soup while eating, and I woke up halfway through my nap because I needed to pee. I got up to go to the toilet, and when I came back and saw my stepmother lying on the bed, a dirty thought flashed through my mind. Wasn't this what I had always longed for?

Despite my young age, I was quite shrewd. I made up my mind and tiptoed to the edge of the bed. My second aunt was snoring softly; she was indeed fast asleep. She lay curled up on her side, the blanket completely covering her body, so I couldn't see anything. I could only cautiously slip my hand under the blanket, nervous yet excited. My little hand moved haltingly, my fingertips sensing the warmth emanating from her body, inching closer to her feet, afraid of waking her.

My heart was pounding, my face was already flushed, and I felt as if I were defusing a time bomb. Every centimeter I moved required immense courage, as if time itself had frozen.

Back then, the blankets were homemade, made from cotton, so they were quite stiff. It took me a long, long time to finally manage to slip my entire hand under the blanket.

Mmm…it's so warm inside. Waves of heat emanate from my aunt's feet. My consciousness is fading; I feel like I have a fever, my whole body is cooling down. It's my aunt's feet that are making my blood boil. I can't resist any longer. I reach out and touch them. Oh…my aunt is wearing cotton socks today; they feel so soft.

My fingertips gently trace her feet, sliding from heel to toe. Her feet feel so long and big; how could my little hands possibly hold them all? So I slip my other hand in and grasp my aunt's feet with both of my little hands!

I held them there, holding them. My second aunt's feet were warm and damp, the soles soft, the toes a little hard from the calluses from wearing high heels. Her big toes were long and thick, incredibly sexy. This was my mature second aunt, these were her mature big feet. I felt so satisfied, so comfortable. My second aunt was still asleep, breathing evenly. I became even more unrestrained and gently massaged them. The feeling was simply amazing.

I was so excited that I pulled the blanket open a little and peeked through the gap. I could vaguely see my second aunt's feet; her socks were gray and looked a little dirty. Suddenly, I really wanted to smell what my second aunt's feet smelled like, so I put my nose to the gap in the blanket and probed inside.

My little nose felt a wave of heat rushing out from inside. I took a deep breath… Ugh… It stinks! Like a little kid who's just learned to smoke, I coughed from the stench of my second aunt's feet.

I felt a little nauseous, but also very excited. Thinking it was my second aunt's feet, I couldn't help but sniff them a few more times. The more I smelled them, the more comfortable I felt. The rich scent of my second aunt's feet intoxicated me, and I quickly became addicted. I closed my eyes and inhaled deeply the scent of my second aunt's feet, reveling in it, trembling with pleasure… Chapter Three: The Outbreak Later, the weather gradually warmed up, and I was in sixth grade. I became more "sensible," and my courage grew. Almost every day I would spy on my sleeping second aunt. Touching her feet was already commonplace. Sometimes I would start groping her before she even fell asleep, and after she slept, I would indulge in her rich body odor.

My second aunt's fragrant feet exuded a strong scent every day, making me intoxicated. Sometimes, when I went to class in the afternoon, the lingering sour smell of my second aunt's feet on my hands would excite me, and I wouldn't even want to wash my hands. Perhaps it was the smell of my second aunt's feet that made me like her even more. Every day after lunch, I would "obediently"

lie in bed, quietly waiting for that wonderful moment to arrive.

That day, I was lying in bed pretending to be asleep after lunch when I suddenly smelled a perfume scent. My heart skipped a beat, and I realized my second aunt had come in.

I squinted and saw that she was wearing a thin silk dress, sleeveless, and the hem was very short, exposing her two long legs, with dark blue pantyhose on them. Because it was very hot at that time, my second aunt usually wore very little when she slept. She gracefully walked into the room and then went to the window to draw the curtains, making the room darker and cooler.

The dim light sheltered me, making me even more eager to do something filthy to my second aunt. I closed my eyes and waited patiently. Waves of my second aunt's body fragrance swept over me, making me more and more excited. I felt like the air was burning, and my heart was pounding in my chest. My second aunt took off her shoes and got into bed. After a while, I heard her even breathing beside me… I carefully sat up in bed and saw my second aunt lying flat next to me, closer than usual, without a blanket. Her body was slightly tilted to the right, her right hand gripping the edge of the pillow, her left hand raised behind her head, and a thick

patch of armpit hair under her arm. Her alluring sleeping posture exuded the unique aura of a mature woman, and that year, at eleven years old, I felt for the first time what it meant to have my blood boil! My burning gaze swept over my second aunt's body, from her beautiful face and fair neck to her dark armpit hair, then to

her high breasts, and finally stopped at her two long legs covered in stockings. I was so bored that I shifted my buttocks, sitting closer to my second aunt, and couldn't help but pinch the hem of her skirt and slowly pull it up… My second aunt's round buttocks were exposed, and her entire full lower body covered in stockings was on full display! I examined her closely, and my second aunt's buttocks were truly round and large! Her thighs looked thick and strong, her calves slender and graceful, and her sexy big feet were encased in dark blue stockings. Her heels were round and full, her arches high, and her five toes were stacked together because she wore high heels for a long time, with her big toe slightly upturned, forming a charming curve... Oh my god, this is my second aunt! I felt a rush of blood to my head, and I was so excited that I couldn't control myself. I even more brazenly touched her big buttocks. My second aunt's buttocks were very full, and with the stockings, the touch was even more delicate and smooth. After touching her for a while, I felt that my second aunt was not moving, so I grabbed her big buttocks and kneaded them with my small hands. Her plump and perky buttocks were really elastic! My second

aunt still had her eyes closed, but the snoring sound she usually made was gone. At that moment, I didn't care about any of that. My mind was only on my second aunt's mature and beautiful body. My small hand even reached for my second aunt's high breasts and grabbed her big breasts.

A strange sensation came from my palm, something I had never experienced before—a woman's breasts were so soft.

My aunt's fair face flushed slightly, and her breathing seemed a little rapid; it must be because of the heat.

I ignored it. I stretched and kneaded, applying more and more pressure.

Suddenly, my aunt snorted, startling me so much that I quickly withdrew my hand and looked at her face. Her eyes were still closed; she just pursed her lips, turned over, and lay flat on the bed, her hands still covering her breasts. Still shaken,

I was too scared to move, sitting there frozen for a long time. Finally, I couldn't resist my aunt's allure. I lightly got out of bed and knelt down. My aunt's mature, large feet seemed like a dark, imposing mountain, filling my entire field of vision. Her soles were wet, radiating heat and moisture, and a pungent, exotic fragrance wafted into my nose from afar. My aunt's scent was stronger than ever before.

I pouted and brought my face close, gently pressing my lips to the soles of my aunt's feet. A delicate, smooth sensation shot through my body like an electric current, making me shudder and my face flush instantly. It was

the first time I'd ever touched my aunt's stockings, and the exquisite touch and visual stimulation were overwhelming.

My little hands trembled as I grasped her wide, long feet, rubbing my hot, delicate face against the soles. "Auntie, oh Auntie, I love you so much! I love your big feet, I love your strong foot fragrance, I love everything about you!"

I touched, pinched, kissed, and smelled them with adoration, my mind reeling with excitement. Suddenly, I felt a strange heat between my legs, so I stood up, unzipped my underwear, and looked down!

Good heavens… how did my little brother get so big? In astonishment, I saw a thick, erect penis standing between my legs, veins bulging. Is this… is this my little penis? I was genuinely startled by my own impressive penis. At that time, I didn't know it was called an "erection," but some things are just innate. Without any instruction, I grabbed my penis, stroked it a couple of times, and suddenly a gush of fluid spurted out! I let out a loud "Aww!" of pleasure, shooting it directly onto my stepmother's stockinged feet!

My stepmother groaned, rolled over, and lay face down on the bed. I was startled. At the time, I didn't understand that this was ejaculation; I only knew that I had soiled my stepmother's feet… This was my first erection, my first ejaculation, and it was for my beloved stepmother, truly and utterly, on her feet. Every time I recall this scene, I can't help but feel a surge of joy, marveling at how kind fate has been to me, leaving me with such a precious and beautiful memory.

From then on, fate, like an almost still, gently flowing stream, transformed into a raging, turbulent torrent that summer. Looking back on those scenes now, I can say with absolute certainty that my stepmother always knew about my misdeeds. Even if she didn't know everything, she definitely felt it when I ejaculated on her foot. So much so that even now, seeing her as an adult always feels incredibly awkward, and I feel a sense of guilt whenever I see my younger brother…

[The End]

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