Ex-aunt

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In life, you'll meet all sorts of people, and you never know who you'll be sleeping with next.

To paraphrase Forrest Gump, this is a lament about the frustrating nature of fate.

I've been working for ten years, thinking I've experienced a lot, but this still gives me a headache. Perhaps, as a friend said, I'm someone with a passable IQ but zero EQ.

I frequent forums, reading countless erotic stories. Although I occasionally download some out of curiosity, I still find it hard to accept things like cuckoldry and incest. I think my sexual arousal is quite normal; I'm satisfied under normal circumstances. I don't pursue threesomes, anal sex, or any of those extreme stimuli.

My ex and I have no relationship anymore; we're not even friends now. But I once loved her deeply, and I thought she was enough for me for the rest of my life. Therefore, I consider her family as my own.

Her aunt is her biological aunt, only three years older than her. I was quite surprised when I first learned this. To have so many daughters under such strict family planning policies in the countryside—my ex-boyfriend's grandparents were truly remarkable.

We went to university in the same city and had known each other for years. Even though I didn't marry my ex, I always called her "Auntie." Even after we broke up, that title continued. Her aunt was good to me; she was the only one among my ex's relatives who didn't judge me based on material things. Partly because we were the same age and got along well, and partly because of our similar experiences, she understood my relationship with my ex. After

breaking up, we didn't contact each other for three years until I came to the branch office and met her again.

Her aunt worked at an educational institution, in the same office building as mine, on different floors, with the same work hours, so we often bumped into each other. If we met at a fast-food restaurant for lunch, we would sit down and chat.

I still considered her a friend and respected her as I would an elder in my ex's family, never considering changing how I addressed her. She never made me change my address, and privately asked me several times about the possibility of getting back together with my ex.

That's how our relationship is; strictly speaking, it's not incest, but I still feel uneasy and can't be as open with her as I am with other women.

Yesterday was an accident. A friend of mine is getting married tomorrow, and we had to discuss some wedding arrangements. A whole bunch of friends from all over the country are coming back, so we had a lively and busy weekend. We didn't get too drunk at a restaurant, so we went to a friend's bar to have some fun.

We arrived at the bar at 9:30 PM, and I didn't expect to run into my aunt. On my way to the restroom, I accidentally saw her, completely drunk, crying and complaining to her colleague. Not only that, she was even throwing her phone into a beer glass for added effect.

The colleague recognized me and immediately asked for help. It turned out that my aunt and uncle had argued again. They had been married for many years without children, and the pressure they faced under the new two-child policy was unimaginable.

I called my aunt's husband, but before we could exchange more than a few words, I heard my aunt's mother-in-law yelling, "Don't come back if you go out!" "If you dare go to her, I'll disown you as my son!" "Or we'll get a divorce!" Hearing this, I guessed what was going on.

I quickly explained my aunt's situation and hung up. I couldn't ignore this; given my aunt's husband's situation, sending her back would only lead to more fighting. My aunt's colleague lived far away, and her child was hospitalized, crying and begging for her mother to come over several times.

I called my ex, but she was out of town and couldn't come back.

So, I had to ask a friend to drive her to my place—a two-bedroom apartment, one room for each of us. This way, my aunt's husband, my ex, and my colleague would all feel at ease.

I struggled to carry her to my room, then went to the second bedroom to wash up and go to sleep. I was exhausted from running around all day.

In the middle of the night, I vaguely felt someone get into my bed and press down on me.

I was hungover, my mind a jumbled mess, and I instinctively started groping myself.

Okay, I confess, I've been a bit licentious lately, hooking

up with quite a few people. I mistakenly thought it was An'an, the girl I went on a blind date with last time, and I gave her my house password. This girl often comes to my bed in the middle of the night, and she's very proactive and incredibly horny, frequently waking me up from my dreams.

I also have a habit of sleeping naked, only occasionally wearing underwear for self-defense; basically, once I'm erect, I'm completely defenseless.

Last night, my reaction was indeed slow; I didn't realize what was happening until I heard my aunt's moans.

But it was too late. My aunt was riding me, my little brother proudly erect, going in and out of her body.

At that moment, my mind went blank, and I froze for at least five seconds.

I never expected my aunt to come to my bed, and I never imagined I'd have sex with her before. To me, she's like family. Even though her body was hotter and sexier than my ex's, and her breasts were fuller—I had seen her breasts many times before—I always managed to restrain myself and stop fantasizing whenever I had impure thoughts.

The room was dark; I couldn't see my aunt's expression at all, only feel the heat of our bodies touching.

But I felt cold. It was winter in the north, and there was no heating yet. There was only a thin blanket in the second bedroom, and now even that was gone. My limbs felt stiff and icy, and the hairs on my body stood on end. I felt like I'd been thrown into an ice cellar, but my heart was colder than my body.

My aunt didn't notice anything amiss; perhaps she wasn't even aware of it.

She was tired, no longer like a valiant knight. She leaned down, her hands on either side of me. Her hips stopped rising and falling, and instead began to swirl and grind with the twisting of her waist.

"Plop!" A drop—whether sweat or a tear—fell onto my face. I was certain there was no sound; the "plop" sounded in my heart, as if releasing a pressure point.

I opened my mouth, wanting to say something, but I didn't even know what. Stop it? What's done is done; it seems inappropriate to try and salvage the situation. Comfort? My aunt doesn't seem to need words of comfort.

She didn't intend to speak; I don't know how she knew I opened my mouth, perhaps unconsciously, but she kissed me

. Her hot breath carried the smell of alcohol, salty and bitter; I knew she was crying.

This kiss ignited me, and when her hot tongue licked my earlobe, I don't know why, but suddenly I hugged her gradually weakening back, caressing and kneading it, while my little brother began to thrust upwards.

Ahhh…

her moans continuously fueled me; I abruptly rolled over, pinning her down, and began to thrust on top of her.

The roles shifted with the change in position.

I became frenzied, only thinking of releasing, satisfying her, or ending this absurd affair as soon as possible.

She lay paralyzed on the bed, only emitting a series of alluring moans.

These moans made me feel she was happy, and I wanted to make her even happier.

My hands began to roam over her body, bending down to kiss the two mounds of flesh I had been eyeing. As I took the nipples into my mouth, I couldn't help but compare them to my ex. My aunt's breasts were fuller and larger, barely covering them with one hand, but those nipples were more delicate than my ex's. I habitually stimulated them, making them more erect. My

aunt's moans grew louder, and I tried to push her two mounds together, trying to bring the two nipples close together, and then take them into my mouth at the same time. I had tried many times before to take both of my ex's nipples into my mouth at the same time, but I had never succeeded. I never expected to succeed with my aunt last night.

This stimulation made my aunt even more excited. I don't know if my uncle had ever tried this before, but my aunt pulled me up and bit my face, panting softly. Her lower body rose and fell with my thrusts, her hands holding my waist, helping me thrust quickly.

I obeyed my elder's needs, and my movements became faster and faster.

"Ah...ah...ah..."

My aunt's orgasm came on fiercely. Her legs were wrapped tightly around my waist, holding me tightly against her. Her lower abdomen and buttocks rose and fell, grinding against my genitals. She held me tightly to her chest, her hands gripping me so tightly it hurt. Her vagina spasmed incessantly, squeezing my penis. I felt an urge to ejaculate and tried to get up.

She sensed my movement and held me even tighter, her movements more intense.

I had to endure it, thankfully her vagina stopped sucking on my penis.

I don't know how long it felt, it felt incredibly long. I could only hold her tightly, trying to distract myself by stroking her face and wiping the sweat from her cheeks.

Finally, her legs went back down on the bed, and her hands released me.

I immediately got up, quickly pulling my penis out of her body, yet still feeling a pang of longing for her warm vagina. I knelt on the bed, closing my eyes, trying to calm my breathing, to control my urges, and to think about how to end this.

About a few dozen seconds later, a hand reached out, followed by another to my chest.

I saw my aunt moving towards me. She didn't get up; instead, she pushed me down with one hand and pulled the blanket over us. Then, she took my penis into her mouth, sucked gently, and then pulled away. She sucked again and pulled away, repeating this four times before finally taking my trembling penis into

her mouth. She was completely under the blanket. I don't know what she was doing with those first four deep sucks; perhaps she was cleaning the fluids from my penis.

I didn't think about that at the time. The intense stimulation made my mouth dry, and my already throbbing erection couldn't withstand my aunt's sucking, the grinding of her teeth, or the teasing of her tongue. I finally ejaculated. My

aunt groaned a few times under the blanket, remaining motionless because my hand was pressing down on her head. After the

ejaculation, my aunt emerged from under the blanket, covered her mouth, and ran out.

I lay in bed without chasing after her, mainly because I didn't know how to face her.

I could hear my aunt vomiting and washing up in the bathroom. I was incredibly nervous when I heard her footsteps. Thankfully, she just closed the door to the second bedroom and went back to the master bedroom.

My mind went blank, and I quickly fell asleep.

In the morning, I didn't go for my morning run. I didn't get up until 7:30 to make two breakfasts before rushing out of the house.

My aunt hadn't left the house yet, so I figured she must be awake by now, because I received a call from my uncle while I was cooking. I omitted the part about apologizing to him and just told him about my aunt's situation. I thought my aunt, like me, didn't know how to face it.

I found a new phone in the house, put her SIM card in it, and tested it. It worked; the SIM card wasn't damaged. I left a note telling her to use the phone for now.

There were over a dozen missed calls and text messages on her phone; someone must have been trying to contact her.

I didn't look through them; I just left her a note telling her what my uncle had said when he called me, and also gave her the door code. I told her I had already contacted my ex-husband to come pick her up. Finally, I told her I had to go prepare for a friend's wedding tomorrow and wouldn't be back, but she could stay.

Actually, that was just an excuse. I didn't dare go back, didn't dare face her. After all, I had considered her my aunt.

I didn't know how to face her, putting aside the ridiculous incestuous implications. She's my friend. For the past few years, I've always maintained the principle of "a rabbit doesn't know the grass near its burrow," rarely having relationships with close friends. I felt that once we slept together, the relationship would change.

Because of this, I've been in a daze all day, and my mind wandered during the morning meeting.

This is easy to handle without any feelings, but this isn't a casual fling.

Maybe last night was just a dream, how wonderful. Even

after writing it in my diary, I still feel suffocated. I'll say it here; I have to get it off my chest.

I'm off work now, night has fallen, and I'm waiting for a friend at the company.

I haven't heard from my aunt all day, and neither my aunt's husband nor my ex has contacted me. I don't know how things are at home, and I don't dare go home.

Postscript: This happened a month and a half ago, but it doesn't seem to be over yet. I'll stop here for now. I uninstalled another thread, but I'm adding it here now.

Updated November 16, 2016:

We are not related by blood or kinship, so this is definitely not incest. My inner turmoil likely stems from my feelings for my ex. After all, I loved her then, and I still love her now (it's hard to explain; to say I love her, I don't want to get back together. To say I don't love her, I can't forget her). In short, my aunt is like family to me.

Furthermore, because of my ex, we've known each other since university. She was two years ahead of me, and she was three years ahead. My aunt and I knew each other before my ex went to university, which is twelve years. I think a friend you can talk to for twelve years is worth cherishing.

However, we've come to this.

Three days have passed since this happened, and we haven't been in contact. I only left a note explaining my schedule.

The day before yesterday, I went to work after waking up, and after work, I went with a friend to a nearby county to help with wedding preparations. I was busy all day yesterday, and when I came back today, there were no outsiders at home; it was as if nothing had happened.

The only unexpected thing was that my mother got involved.

Yesterday, my mom brought me food. Knowing I wasn't in the city, she left it at my house. When I opened the door, I saw my ex and my aunt. I don't know why they stayed an extra day. Anyway, my mom was very angry and was waiting for my explanation.

Even worse, my mom found a pair of women's underwear in my bedroom. It wasn't my aunt's, although she lived there. It belonged to An'an. My mom only knew that An'an had been introduced to me on a blind date, but she didn't know how far things had progressed between us.

This discovery made my mom very angry, and she called me immediately demanding an explanation. I think my mom might be using this as an excuse to kick them out; she has absolutely no good impression of my ex and his family. I'm also

grateful to my mom, otherwise, I don't know if my aunt would have continued to stay.

It seems like this matter can be temporarily put to rest, but I still need to make up a lie to fool my mom and wait for An'an to come and discuss a plan.

Postscript 2,

excerpt from December 20th diary.

A month had passed by the time of this meal. Due to deliberate avoidance... I hadn't contacted my aunt, and I hadn't run into her near my workplace.

She only sent me a WeChat message the day my mother kicked her out; it was just two words: "Thank you."

My uncle, on the other hand, called me a few times, mainly to vent and chat.

The reason I chose this day was because my uncle invited me to dinner.

My uncle is a very honest and hardworking factory worker; he works for a good company, has a stable income, and is a very reliable person.

I met my uncle when he visited my ex-wife's maternal grandmother's house as her son-in-law. It was the second day of the Lunar New Year, a family gathering for sons-in-law, and I, as a younger, prospective son-in-law, also attended. We were both considered newcomers that day, the ones being observed, and I took the opportunity to walk around and chat for a while, which led to us becoming friends. Later, I briefly stayed at his house for a few days, and I often went to his house with my ex for meals, so we became quite familiar. Even after breaking up with my ex, it didn't affect our relationship.

That day, they had another argument, and my uncle came to pick my aunt up from work, but she had already left with her colleagues. My uncle was disappointed; knowing I was at work, he invited me out.

To be honest, I felt very uncomfortable having dinner with him. There's a saying, "Don't mess with your friend's wife" (I'm ashamed to admit I've already slept with two friends' wives: one is Miss Jia's husband, and the other is my aunt's husband). After sleeping with my aunt, when I saw my aunt's husband again, I was out of sorts for the first ten minutes. I only relaxed when he told me my aunt wasn't pregnant yet; the weight on my heart finally lifted. Although there was no ejaculation inside, I was still worried that my aunt might be pregnant. After that day, my aunt stayed at my place for two days and then at my ex's house for four days. During this time, some unexpected things happened, and I couldn't escape suspicion.

Their family problems were still caused by infertility, and I could only offer advice and reassure him.

That day, my aunt's husband got drunk, and I took him home.

My aunt was already home. When she opened the door, we looked at each other, both feeling a bit awkward.

My aunt's husband wasn't completely drunk or unconscious; he was just unsteady and couldn't walk properly. My aunt and I helped him to bed, and in front of him, I said some comforting words, nothing more.

My aunt didn't say anything when she saw me off, didn't see me off any further, and closed the door with a moderate volume.

January 5th Postscript 3:

My story with my aunt ended just like that; both sides deliberately avoided each other, choosing to forget. This seemed like the best ending.

But my ex has been very restless lately.

That day, I told her the house code when I asked her to pick him up. She didn't immediately bring my aunt to her place, but instead stayed at my place for two days, which my mother happened to see. If my mother hadn't kicked her out, she probably would have stayed there longer.

Today, I saw a friend mention the chances of me getting back together with my ex in another post. I think the chances are 0. First of all, my mother wouldn't approve. When we were in love, I was very devoted. I gave up further education and a job for my ex, moving from the provincial capital to a fourth-tier city. The year we broke up, I was devastated, a completely different person, and even went to another city for it. After the breakup, I couldn't get over it and hesitated to date, which my mother naturally disliked.

Secondly, I don't want to get back together. Three years after our breakup, we met again. She had married and divorced, and when friends first brought it up, I hesitated. Over the past two years, I've heard things I didn't want to hear before, and learned a lot about what happened before and after our breakup. It seems my ex doesn't know I already know; maybe she still thinks I'm still avoiding talking about her with friends, just like right after the breakup. Perhaps her non-confrontational attitude made her mistakenly believe I forgave her betrayal.

In today's terms, a seamless transition is cheating, but back then, I was worse off. We slept together for seven years, and I was relegated to being a backup option.

Some people have a cuckold complex, finding pleasure in seeing their wives moaning under other men, but I find it hard to understand, I can't accept it, and I still have a knot in my heart that I can't untie. What

disgusts me most is that she still acts like she has me wrapped around her little finger. Ever since she found out my house password, she comes to my house every few days, making me afraid to cook for myself at home now.

And that's not all; twice, she secretly brought me lunch under the guise of delivering it to her aunt, and at work, she kept saying she was my ex-girlfriend, acting like she was trying to win me back.

A few days ago was An'an's birthday, and we cooked a big meal at home. My ex saw my house lights were on and actually came upstairs. She then started making sarcastic remarks to An'an, crying and making a scene, and even overturned the table.

I don't know where her grievances came from.

She was the one who broke up with me, and now she wants to get back together. I've clearly refused, but she's still doing whatever she wants. Her antics these past few days have been slowly eroding any goodwill, lingering feelings, and guilt I have for her.

As I was typing this, I received another WeChat message from her, and I promptly blocked her. After writing this, I've made up my mind not to get back together.

Now I regret not moving during New Year's Day. I worked so hard to improve the branch office's performance and was preparing to buy a house and a car to settle down, but now I'm hesitating again, and even considering transferring again.

[The End]

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