Aunt's gentleness

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Night slowly enveloped this small northern town. The weather, at the turn of April and May, was already hot and dry, and the evening breeze carried no coolness. Streetlights gradually came on, and the sounds of pots and pans clattering filled the air. Looking at the warm light shining from the windows, a wave of envy washed over me.

My workplace wasn't far from my rented apartment, and I soon arrived home. The fourth floor was dark; my aunt wasn't there. My aunt is 45 years old. She divorced five years ago and moved out. She doesn't have a formal job; she runs a small supermarket and lives in my rented apartment because it's right next to my complex. Usually, I'm home alone, and living with someone would at least make it more cozy. My parents also hoped my aunt could take care of me.
My aunt should be home tonight; it's her birthday, so she shouldn't be out.
I took out my keys, opened the door, and turned on the light. The fluorescent light flooded the room. The small two-bedroom apartment felt somewhat cold and quiet. My aunt had kept the few simple pieces of furniture neat and clean. In the living room were a square dining table, four chairs, and a shoe rack. Seeing my aunt's usual shoes, I picked up a pair of black high heels, brought them to my nose, and the familiar scent flooded my mind. I don't know when it started, but I'd become particularly infatuated with my aunt, often fantasizing about her. Although she had an average face, her figure had become somewhat plump with age—a chubby face, sexy lips, a pair of 36D breasts, a large, round bottom, full legs, and those feet that haunted my dreams. Since puberty, I'd been especially obsessed with my aunt's feet, often fantasizing about kissing them.
I put down the smelly high heels and went to my room. The messy bed I'd woken up in the morning was now made, and I'd changed the sheets. Lying in bed, I was lost in my fantasies.
I don't know how long I'd been thinking, but I didn't feel hungry. Suddenly, the sound of the door opening jolted me awake. I went to the door. The door was gently pushed open from the outside, and a beautiful woman stood before me.
My aunt looked so different today; I almost didn't recognize her! Her long, black hair cascaded down her rounded shoulders like a waterfall, and two rosy clouds floated on her fair cheeks. Her full lips were luscious and inviting, but upon closer inspection, I noticed she wasn't wearing lipstick—my aunt didn't usually wear cosmetics. A black dress clung to her voluptuous body, drawing my gaze to her full breasts, which were stretched taut by the thin black fabric, creating two high peaks. The hem of the dress just past her knees, revealing her two soft, white legs, adorned with elegant white high heels that tightly encased her chubby little feet.
I was somewhat mesmerized, but my aunt didn't seem to notice. She glanced at the clock on the wall; it was just past nine. Smiling, she asked, "Xiao Bao's back? So early today. Auntie's going to make you something to eat."
A faint scent of alcohol, tinged with a hint of fragrance, wafted into my nostrils. I asked curiously, "Auntie, you've been drinking."
Noticing the bags in her hands, I took them and glanced at them; they contained clothes and shoes.
My aunt walked to the shoe rack, taking off her high heels and putting on slippers, smiling a little sheepishly. "Yes, Sister Huang kept urging me to buy clothes, and then insisted I treat her. I was persuaded to have a little beer."
Looking into my aunt's smiling eyes, I smiled back. "A little is fine, Auntie, happy birthday."
My aunt looked at me happily, a thin layer of moisture floating in her clear black and white eyes from the alcohol. "Oh, Xiao Bao, you still remember my birthday! Hehe, you've grown so much! I'm not even as tall as you without my heels."
Indeed, I was now slightly taller than my aunt. I took my aunt's bag of clothes into her room, laughing, "I've grown up, haven't I?"
My aunt went to the kitchen, "Are you hungry? I'll make you some noodles. I didn't expect you to come back so early today. You were drinking half of your drink and insisted on coming back, but you still didn't make it in time."
I followed my aunt to the kitchen, "Yeah, I'm hungry. Nothing much happened today. I came back as soon as I got off work."
"Oh dear!" my aunt exclaimed softly, "You really shouldn't have gone out to play. Wait a minute, I'll make it right away."
I leaned against the kitchen door, watching my aunt's busy figure. My aunt looked so beautiful today; I wanted to look at her a little longer. After watching for a while, I turned around and sat down at the dining table.
A moment later, my aunt came out with a bowl of fragrant egg noodles and placed it in front of me, smiling gently. "I'm sorry, you've gone hungry."
I didn't dare look at her and started eating with my head down. My aunt pulled up a chair and sat down next to me. Although I was very hungry, I felt a little awkward watching her eat so beautifully. I ate a few bites absentmindedly. Then my aunt smiled and asked, "You didn't buy anything unnecessary today, did you?"
It's true, last year I bought a bouquet of flowers to surprise my aunt. Although she didn't say anything at the time and seemed very happy, she kept telling me not to waste money afterward. I could only say, "No."
"You got off work so early today, why didn't you go out?"
"Because it's your birthday." Before my aunt could say anything, I changed the subject: "Auntie, you bought so many clothes today."
My aunt laughed: "Sigh...yes, they dragged me shopping, insisting I buy an outfit, saying I'm already forty and I'll look old if I don't dress up. Sigh, it was a waste of almost two hundred yuan, and I probably won't wear it much anyway, it really hurts."
"Auntie looks beautiful even without dressing up." I looked up at my aunt, her gentle eyes smiling at me.
My aunt's eyes crinkled with laughter, her long eyelashes fluttering: "You've really grown up, you know how to sweet-talk people now. They even told me to buy a crop top, honestly, I'm not buying it, no one's going to see it anyway."
Perhaps it was the alcohol, but my aunt was talking more than usual.
I stole another glance at my aunt. "I think you'd look even prettier in that."
I really wanted to see what she'd look like in that kind of outfit. Even at home, she always dressed very conservatively. I remembered last summer when I'd caught a glimpse of her smooth belly and deep, round navel—it was just a fleeting glimpse, but it made me feel hot again.
"Oh, no way! I'm over forty and still so fat. How could I wear a crop top like a young girl?"
I complimented her with a smile. "A little bit of meat is pretty. Everyone's like those girls at work—either skinny and underdeveloped, that's ugly."
"Being fat is ugly! These days, skinny girls are all the rage!" My aunt widened her beautiful almond-shaped eyes and looked at me earnestly.
I slurped the last few noodles into my mouth. "I'm not interested. Maybe I'd consider it if there was a girl as pretty as you."
My aunt took the bowl. "Consider what? You need to find someone soon. Is there enough noodles?"
I laughed. "If there was a girl as pretty as you, Auntie, I'd definitely date her. Too bad there isn't. There's enough."
My aunt laughed too. "Why are you being so cheeky? There's still a little bit left. You don't want it, so I'll eat it."
I leaned back in my chair, satisfied, and watched my aunt walk towards the kitchen. "Okay."
My aunt carried the half-bowl of noodles out of the kitchen and sat down in the same chair. She opened her rosy lips and started eating. Her white, even teeth contrasted beautifully with her delicate lips. I was mesmerized again.
This time, my aunt seemed to notice my gaze, but probably didn't think much of it. She stopped eating and asked, "What's wrong, Xiaobao?"
I quickly stood up. "Nothing, I'm taking a shower."
I ran back to the bathroom as if my life depended on it. My face was burning. I couldn't let my aunt see.
I found a pair of flesh-colored short stockings my aunt had taken off in a small basin in the bathroom. She probably forgot to wash them yesterday. I carefully picked them up and examined them closely. A small run was at the toe, and the heel area was slightly discolored. I slowly brought them to my nose and inhaled the familiar, pungent smell of her feet—the smell I'd always dreamed of. I inhaled the scent like I was addicted to a drug; the pungent odor made my penis gradually aroused, and I was about to masturbate when
my aunt called from the living room, "Xiaobao, are you done?"
I quickly replied, "Yes...yes,"
and hurriedly closed the bathroom door and went back to my room.
I went into my room, closed the door, and lay on the bed, unable to fall asleep. My mind was completely filled with my aunt's image.
Her alluring figure replaced everything else, dancing in my mind, and I couldn't shake it off no matter how hard I tried. Even hearing her voice outside after her shower made it impossible to sleep. There's a warm restlessness in this transition from spring to summer. I can't help but think of my aunt's full breasts, her fair thighs, her plump buttocks, and her alluring face flushed from the wine. My little brother, uncooperatively, remains hard. Slowly, I hear the sounds of my aunt going to bed from her room; the night is deep. Sleepiness finally overtakes me. I turn over and lie face down on the bed, pressing my hard penis beneath me. The clean sheets rubbing against my skin feel a little more comfortable, and then I slowly drift off to sleep.
Soon I have a dream, a dream about my aunt. I dreamt that my aunt was standing in front of me, wearing the same dress she wore today. I was trying to take off my aunt's skirt, but I couldn't see her expression. The skirt just wouldn't come off; every time I tried to lift it from below, only a tiny bit of her thigh was visible, and from above, only a small patch of her breasts. Her legs looked so thin, her breasts so small. Finally, I panicked and pushed her onto the bed, pressing myself against her. Her warm, soft body writhed a few times, and suddenly I felt a jolt of energy, followed by dizziness, and I woke up. There was
a cold, slippery feeling beneath me; I had ejaculated. Outside the window, the night was quiet, with only a faint meow from afar.
I took off my underwear and lay down again, naked from the waist down. The first ejaculation left me exhausted, and I quickly fell asleep again.
When I woke up, it was already daylight, and I immediately thought about what had happened last night. I quickly got up; the semen on my underwear had dried, leaving a white stain. I changed my underwear, grabbed my underwear and vest, and left the room to wash myself quickly.
My aunt was already up and making breakfast. My aunt was wearing her usual tracksuit again today, and she definitely looked much less attractive than last night.
I went into the bathroom, and when my aunt heard me get up, she smiled and called out, "You're up! Time for breakfast."
I nervously answered and went to the sink, wanting to quickly wash my underwear. While looking for laundry detergent, I made a sudden movement and knocked over a toothbrush cup. My aunt heard the crisp sound and rushed over, asking, "What's wrong? What are you looking for?"
Sure enough, she immediately spotted me washing my underwear and said anxiously, "Oh dear, you have to go to work. Why are you washing your own clothes? Go eat, I'll wash them later."
I didn't dare look at her and forced a smile, replying, "I'll wash them myself."
My aunt's voice was a little angry: "What do you mean, 'wash them yourself'? You'll be late if you don't go eat!"
I could only obediently put my underwear and vest on the sink, went back to the table, and ate a few bites haphazardly. I was about to tell my aunt I was going to work when I saw her in the bathroom looking at the semen on my underwear with a faint smile. Afraid she'd notice me watching, I quickly changed my shoes at the door, loudly said "I'm leaving," and hurried downstairs.
[The End]

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