The Fragrance of Magnolias - Remembering My Forever True Love, Aunt Magnolia

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When I was admitted to the county's top high school with excellent grades, my mother was in a dilemma. Boarding at school would require a large fee, and the dormitory conditions weren't very good. Finally, she suddenly cheered up and took me to Aunt Yulan's house in Xiguan, the county seat. Aunt Yulan was my mother's cousin, a distant relative, whom she hadn't contacted for many years, and my mother wanted me to stay with her. When we arrived at Aunt Yulan's house, I learned that my uncle was a coal miner, rarely home, and his only daughter had been admitted to a vocational school the previous year and was away studying. Coincidentally, Aunt Yulan was also a math teacher at the junior high school of the top high school I had been admitted to. Aunt Yulan didn't refuse my mother's request and agreed to let me stay, and that's how things began.
Time passed slowly but surely. I discovered that Aunt Yulan was a very introverted and traditional woman, with delicate features, fair skin, and a slender figure, about 1.6 meters tall and weighing around 100 pounds. She was usually quiet and reserved, with an indifferent expression, making it impossible to guess what she was thinking. I'm naturally honest, and seeing her calm and collected demeanor, I became even more cautious, afraid of accidentally doing something wrong to annoy her. Since it's just the two of us at home, I usually eat and rest at school during the day and only come home at night, so I don't dare bother her. Although she had invited me to her house for meals before, I always declined.
About two or three months into the semester, one morning after lunch, I realized I had forgotten my chemistry book. I had two chemistry classes in the afternoon. I rushed back to Aunt Yulan's house to get the book. As soon as I entered, I heard groans. I rushed over and found Aunt Yulan lying on the bed, writhing in pain, her pale face flushed red. I quickly asked, "Auntie, what's wrong?" "I feel terrible," she groaned, barely able to speak. I quickly hailed a pedicab, carried her to the vehicle, and took her to the county hospital. The doctor diagnosed her with a severe cold that had caused mild pneumonia and hypoglycemia, saying that if she had arrived an hour or two later, she would have been in danger. I breathed a sigh of relief, then rushed back to school, took leave, and spent all my time at the hospital taking care of Aunt Yulan, running errands constantly. Several patients in the ward praised Aunt Yulan for having such a filial and sensible son. I noticed Aunt Yulan smiled knowingly, but said nothing. My relationship with Aunt Yulan deepened rapidly, and we grew closer.
A few days later, Aunt Yulan was discharged. I took her home and went back to school. When I returned home at seven o'clock in the evening, I found Aunt Yulan had prepared four dishes and a bottle of red wine, neatly arranged on the small dining table. She was sitting to one side, waiting for me to come home. When I returned, she insisted on treating me to dinner. I couldn't refuse, so we drank and chatted. After a bottle of red wine, Aunt Yulan became more talkative. She said she had never been happy in her life, that her uncle had a woman outside and rarely came home, and that now that her daughter had left, she felt very lonely, etc. As she spoke, she began to cry. I'm not a big drinker, and my head was spinning. Seeing Aunt Yulan crying, I was at a loss for what to do. Perhaps it was the alcohol, but I became bolder and said, "Auntie, don't worry, I'm here. I won't leave you." Aunt Yulan looked at me in surprise, then suddenly vomited all over the floor, her face turning bright red. I quickly grabbed a towel to wipe her clean and poured her some water. She clung to me, saying, "Qiang, don't leave Auntie, Auntie is very sad." I said, "I know, Auntie. You've had too much to drink, let me help you rest." I didn't expect that once an introverted woman opened her heart, she could be so tender. She was reluctant to end the meal, saying in a coquettish way, "Rest is fine, but you have to come to the bedroom with me to talk." So I half-helped and half-carried her to the Simmons mattress, and she pulled me onto the bed too. We continued talking.
It was late at night, but she became increasingly excited as she talked, as if she wanted to say everything she had kept bottled up for the past few years. I hadn't had any other thoughts initially; although we weren't closely related by blood, she was still my mother's generation, and given her usually aloof demeanor, I didn't dare to have any romantic ideas. But on this unusual night, the boundaries between us were crossed. Through her thin clothes, I could vaguely see her snow-white flesh. After all, she was a fully mature woman, and besides, we were sleeping in the same bed. And I was a seventeen-year-old man. The scent of the opposite sex grew stronger at this special moment. Whether it was the alcohol or instinct, my penis inappropriately hardened, gradually forming a tent in my thin pants. I was extremely embarrassed, not knowing how to end this awkward situation. Aunt Yulan was talking enthusiastically when she suddenly noticed something was wrong with my expression. She subconsciously looked down and saw my masculine mark. She immediately fell silent, and the atmosphere became even more awkward. In a moment of impulsiveness, I thought, "It's already like this, whatever. At worst, I'll just move out tomorrow." Young and bold, I don't know where I got the courage, I suddenly pounced on her, tearing at her clothes, saying, "Auntie, you're so good to me, I missed you." She didn't expect that the usually quiet and introverted me would actually do something like this, and for a moment she didn't know how to refuse. By the time she came to her senses, I had already ripped open her top and bit her nipple on her snow-white breast. She then weakly pushed me away, saying insincerely, "Qiang, don't do this, you can't, you can't." I didn't care about her words, and without saying a word, I ripped off her belt, threw her pants off the bed, leaving her only in her red briefs. When I saw her snow-white thighs and her beautifully curved figure, my mind became even more impulsive. I got off the bed, and in the process, I pulled down her briefs, grabbed her two delicate ankles, pulled them down and up, and spread them apart, completely exposing that mysterious triangle of sparse yellow hair to my eyes. Aunt Yulan was about to get up when I thrust my penis forward, feeling it enter a warm, fleshy hole, a pleasure I had never experienced before coming from the head of my penis. After she realized I had succeeded, she covered her face with her hands and simply stopped moving. I didn't care and just kept thrusting in and out. Her body was thin and very sexy, even her buttocks weren't fleshy. Every thrust I made reached the deepest point, and her body convulsed with each entry. Although I didn't know what she was thinking, I gradually realized she was trying hard to suppress her feelings. After a while, I felt Aunt Yulan's lower body was wet, and my penis moved very easily, no longer as dry as at the beginning. Her hands had come down at some point and were gripping my thighs tightly. Her eyes were closed, her cheeks were flushed, and her lips trembled as if she wanted to say something but ultimately said nothing. After a few minutes, a wave of pleasure similar to masturbation surged up, and I knew I was about to ejaculate. I quickly pulled out my penis, and before I could even turn around, a stream of white, viscous liquid poured onto Aunt Yulan's snow-white breasts. After I finished, my mind cleared, and my heart pounded: Would Aunt Yulan scold me and report me? A chill ran down my spine. I climbed into bed, lay down next to her, and whispered in her ear, "Auntie, I'm sorry, are you angry?" She covered her face with her hands and didn't answer. I waited anxiously for her anger to erupt. After a long while, she sighed deeply. I saw that she lowered her hands, her eyes were a little red, and I lowered my head and said, "Auntie, scold me." Unexpectedly, she said softly, "Auntie won't scold you, you're Auntie's little man." I was overjoyed: "Auntie, you're so good, you're really not angry anymore?" She didn't answer my question, but changed the subject: "Qiang, do you like Auntie?" "Yes." "Why?" "Auntie is beautiful." "Anything else?" I lowered my head, blushing, and said, "Auntie's...that's good." "You little rascal, how can you think about that?" "I just think Auntie's body is sexy and..." Aunt Yulan's face turned red, and she gently stroked my face with her hand, her eyes overflowing with deep love. My mood gradually relaxed, and when I looked at her, I found she was still naked, her delicate skin highlighting the curves of a mature woman. My penis hardened again. I said, "Auntie, I want more." Aunt Yulan then noticed that my penis was erect again, the large glans red and shiny. She giggled and slapped me, "You little pervert, how come you're still like this after we just finished?" Seeing that she didn't seem to be refusing, I pounced on her and immediately took her thick, white labia majora into my mouth and licked them hard. The intense stimulation made her tremble and convulse, moaning, while pushing my head away forcefully with her hands. I knelt between her legs, using my body to pry open her tightly closed thighs, revealing my private parts. I saw something glistening flowing out, so I pressed down on her breasts, my belly protruding, and slid my penis into her wet vulva. "Ouch!" she cried out. "What's wrong, Auntie?" "Don't call me Auntie, it feels awkward. Call me Sister." "Sister." "Sigh." "Does it feel good?" "Yes. It's been so long since I've felt this good." Seeing that she was in good spirits, I increased the intensity, thrusting and pounding hard. Soon, she started squelching. Aunt Yulan was getting more and more excited. Her nostrils flared, her face was flushed, she was moaning softly, her eyes were glazed, and her hands were tightly gripping my waist as she secretly pushed downwards. I took her not-so-large breasts into my mouth and sucked hard, while thrusting my penis upwards so that each thrust would rub against her sensitive clitoris. Yulan was getting more and more carried away by my movements, and her moans became louder and clearer, evolving from soft moans to cries of "my darling is dying," mixed with my name. Seeing that she was already in a daze, I pulled out my penis, flipped her over, and raised her snow-white buttocks high. Holding the woman's large white buttocks, I thrust my penis into her from behind, slid it along her buttocks, and plunged it deep into her body. The young me released my energy to my heart's content, each thrust hitting her G-spot firmly before stopping. The slender woman couldn't withstand my frenzied assault, crying out in pleasure, her upper body limp on the bed, her hands weakly clutching the pillow, her hair scattered haphazardly to one side, her lower body leaning on me to keep from falling over. I had done it once before, and this time I was particularly relaxed, so I lasted a very long time and figured out some tricks. The woman's vagina was located low, so lying face down wasn't very comfortable, but thrusting from behind made up for this. The entrance was wide open, the vaginal muscles swayed, and when my penis was pulled out, it lifted the vaginal muscles high, and when my penis penetrated deep into the woman's body, the vaginal muscles would form a depression. The woman had stopped screaming; even her moans were faint. She was completely paralyzed, letting me take her on a journey between heaven and hell. I triumphantly played with her snow-white buttocks, caressing every inch of her flesh, curling her pubic hair into small balls, making her tremble and convulse repeatedly—the only movement and reaction she could make. Finally, exhausted and drenched in sweat, my penis aching slightly, the long-awaited pleasure surged forth like a 100-meter sprint, pouring my youthful passion and thick love juice deep into her buttocks. Yulan groaned, collapsing onto the bed along with my exhausted body. We embraced and fell into a deep sleep, letting the hot, thick semen flow from her flesh, down her snow-white thighs, and onto the sheets…
Later, Yulan told me that due to marital discord, she and her husband had been separated for several years. Apart from sending money home regularly, her uncle rarely returned, perhaps only once a year. She hadn't had marital relations for almost three years. She thought that was the end of it, but I rekindled her primal desires as a woman, and they grew stronger with each passing year. From then on, she wouldn't let me eat in the school cafeteria anymore, providing me with a daily diet of eggs, lean meat, and vegetables, taking care of me wholeheartedly—she had plenty of time and energy. Of course, I reciprocated by bringing her to the peaks and depths of pleasure time and time again. Afraid I'd ruin my health, she limited us to twice a week; no matter how much I begged, it was no use. But I could clearly feel our attachment deepening. Later, every summer and winter vacation, she seemed lost in thought, frequently visiting my home in the countryside, proposing to adopt me as her godson. My mother was delighted that Aunt Yulan valued me so highly and readily agreed. Only I knew her motives.
Aunt Yulan gained weight day by day, her face became rosy, and she was always smiling. Her colleagues were amazed by her transformation. She herself was happy, often telling me she felt like she had experienced a second youth. Whenever she saw me, her eyes overflowed with deep love. We got even more creative at night: we did everything from "fire-catching through mountains" to "monkey sitting on a stake," "ancient tree roots intertwined," "old man pushing a cart," "Zhang Fei storming the gate," and "tiger twisting its tussle"... We tried every possible position. I was amazed to discover that even a traditional, introverted female teacher like her could be incredibly alluring when she got excited, and I knew even more that she had staked all her happiness on me.
Three years of high school flew by, and I was admitted to my ideal university with excellent grades. The day before I was to leave my hometown, Aunt Yulan called me to her house again, offering me three thousand yuan as a congratulatory gift. I refused, but she cried, so I had no choice but to accept it. I didn't leave that day; we cried and laughed all night, finally falling into a deep sleep at dawn. As I was leaving, I noticed Aunt Yulan's eyes were red and swollen, and she wouldn't look at me. My heart was breaking…
At university, we exchanged letters constantly, pouring out our longing and love. She wrote to tell me she couldn't sleep well every night and had developed chronic insomnia. My image was always on her mind, and she could only fall asleep for a short while when her mind was completely blank. During the holidays, I nestled into Aunt Yulan's arms like a happy little bird. We cherished each other, wishing we could melt into one another. She said that every winter and summer vacation was her paradise. When I was a junior in college, I noticed from the photos she sent me that she looked much more haggard. I asked her what was wrong, but she said nothing, so I didn't think much of it. Unexpectedly, on April 18, 1997—a day I'll never forget—I suddenly received a call from Aunt Yulan's only daughter, Sister Liu Yan. She cried into the phone, telling me that Aunt Yulan was in the hospital, dying from late-stage breast cancer. She had fallen into a coma several times, but each time she woke up, she would cry and say she wanted to see me. I was thunderstruck. I rushed back to my hometown, feeling dizzy and lightheaded, and finally saw Aunt Yulan in the intensive care unit, on her deathbed. When she saw me, her eyes suddenly lit up, and with all her remaining strength, she grabbed my hand, smiled sadly but with a sense of relief, and then closed her eyes again, unable to wake her, and left forever. I wept uncontrollably, feeling the world go dark, and fainted several times. Even the medical staff were surprised by the depth of my feelings for my godmother. Alas, how could they understand my pain?
Back at school, I received a belated email. Opening it, I found it was from Aunt Yulan, sent before her last bout of illness. Inside was a bankbook, a magnolia leaf, and a short note: "Qiang, I may have to go. I've had breast cancer for over a year, and I've kept it from you, afraid of distracting you. This time, I might really not make it. I'm not afraid of death, I just can't bear to leave you. Thank you, Qiang, thank you for giving me six of the brightest and happiest years of my life. I wish you happiness and joy in heaven. This is my 20,000 yuan savings; I don't need it anymore, consider it an early wedding gift. I really don't want to leave you, Qiang, please remember me, I will always bless you, and I will always love you. Yulan, today." My vision went black, and a heart-wrenching pain enveloped me…
Another year passed, and I graduated. I gave up many well-paying jobs and chose to teach at a middle school, simply because there was a row of elegant magnolia trees on the school's campus. Whenever a gentle breeze stirs, the air is filled with the unique, refreshing fragrance of magnolias, and I am captivated by it, thinking of Aunt Magnolia who has long since passed away…

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