mature woman Aunt Sun

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My parents divorced when I was 3 years old, and I lived with my father. He was 37 at the time. Back then, our area was mostly state-owned enterprise housing, single-story houses. To improve our living conditions, my father built a shop in our yard to rent out and supplement our income. When I was 7, the shop was rented to one of my father's colleagues, whom I called Uncle Sun. He was about 2 or 3 years older than my father. Uncle Sun and his wife were also a couple who had married later in life. At the time, I only remembered that Aunt Sun was very beautiful (now I know she was only 28 years old back then, and she is the female protagonist of this article). Uncle Sun had a grown son from his first marriage who worked in Beijing. Aunt Sun was divorced because she was infertile in her first marriage. They had no children and were very kind to me. I once secretly peeked out the window at night and accidentally saw Uncle Sun and Aunt Sun having sex. At the time, I didn't know what they were doing.
One day, Grandpa Sun was working the night shift, and my father asked me to go out and play. Because it was a cloudy day, I was worried about rain, so I didn't go out and stayed inside watching TV. Through the window, I saw my father lock the gate to the yard. I wondered why he was locking it so early. My father said it was easier to lock it sooner, then he went inside to check on me and told me he was going to collect rent (I later learned this was just an excuse). I continued watching TV. After a while, I heard Grandma Sun screaming. Curious, I ran outside and peered through Grandpa Sun's window. I was terrified! My father had pulled down Grandma Sun's pants and was biting her buttocks. Grandma Sun screamed in pain. I was terrified and immediately ran home to continue watching TV. I don't know how long it was before my father returned, and that was the end of it. Later, I saw my father go to Grandpa Sun's house a few times while he was at work. I knew what he was doing there. Grandpa Sun lived in our house for about two years before moving away, and I never saw him again.
2019 was a year of many events for me. In May, the national shantytown renovation program was launched, and all the bungalows belonging to our state-owned enterprise were moved to a unified resettlement community. In July, I graduated from university and, through my father's connections, got a job at the state-owned enterprise where my father had retired. In December, my father, my only family, passed away. At that time, I was alone (not in a relationship) and really didn't want to stay at home or go to work. I took half a month off and spent my days taking the bus, going from one end to the other and then transferring to another until it got dark and I got home with snowflakes and the north wind blowing.
On December 20th, I was waiting for the bus at the community bus stop as usual when a familiar figure appeared before my eyes. She saw me too, and I took the initiative to greet her. It had been more than ten years since I last saw her. Her figure had hardly changed, just a little older, with a more mature charm. We started chatting, and I later learned that Grandpa Sun had also passed away. Just a few months ago, she was also living alone in this community. We exchanged apartment numbers. We lived not far apart, added each other on WeChat, but haven't kept in touch since, only occasionally liking each other's posts on WeChat Moments.
In late December 2020, I had lunch with colleagues one weekend and drank quite a bit of alcohol. I took a nap at home in the afternoon. When I woke up, it was already 6 PM, and it was quite dark. My head was still spinning from all the beer, and I was hungry, especially craving handmade noodles with soybean paste. So I posted on my WeChat Moments that I wanted some. About 10 minutes later, I got a voice call on WeChat. It was Aunt Sun, asking why I hadn't replied to my messages. I said my head hurt and I hadn't checked. I glanced at it and saw she had indeed sent me several messages. She asked, "Have you eaten?"
I replied, "No." She said, "Come over here.
I haven't eaten either, and I don't know what to eat. I saw your post on Moments and thought I'd make some noodles."
I said, (a little embarrassed) "No, no, I'll just take a nap and I'll feel better." (What kind of excuse is that?)
She said, "Come over here, be a good girl."
I said, "Okay."
I got up, dressed, and went downstairs to her house. Since it was my first time visiting, I felt bad about going empty-handed, so I stopped by a restaurant on the way and bought a braised cod, a stir-fried celery, wood ear mushrooms, and yam, a pork stew, and a simple cold dish. I also bought a case of walnut milk at the supermarket. When I arrived at her house, I knocked on the door and went in. After some polite greetings, we started eating. I ate my fill; it was delicious. During the meal, we talked a lot about what had happened to us over the years. The awkwardness of not seeing each other for so long immediately disappeared, and we became like before. Perhaps part of the reason is because I lacked maternal love growing up. It was almost 9 PM when she suggested I sleep there, saying she had another room available. I didn't stay and went home. That's how our two families started visiting each other more often.
January 24th was Lunar New Year's Eve. I turned 23 after the New Year, and my aunt was 44. Since we were both single, we had arranged to spend the New Year together a few days prior to make it more meaningful; otherwise, it wouldn't feel like the New Year alone. At noon, we cooked 12 dishes together, each drank a bottle of beer, watched TV for a while after lunch, and rested. In the evening, we started kneading dough, chopping filling, and making dumplings. We slowly ate dumplings, drank beer, and watched the Spring Festival Gala, which was very pleasant. After the Gala ended, we went back to our respective rooms. Since I was wide awake, I suddenly recalled the scene of my father biting my aunt's buttocks that I watched when I was a child, and then I thought of Grandpa Sun and my aunt having sex. Before I knew it, my penis was hard. I found a few incest novels to read, and at the same time, I started to reminisce about my aunt's charm. With my other hand, I gripped my hard, throbbing penis and started masturbating. In a few minutes, I ejaculated. I used toilet paper that I had prepared beforehand to catch it, wrapped it up, threw it into the toilet, and flushed it away. From then on, I developed a strange interest in her.
On January 25th, the first day of the Lunar New Year, I woke up after 11 a.m. because I had stayed up late. Besides the festive programs on TV, there were also reports about the COVID-19 pandemic. After lunch, it was already past 2 p.m., and I got up to go home. She asked me to stay another night, but I declined. After getting dressed and going downstairs, I found the building entrance sealed off and guarded by police. I asked one of the police and learned that a suspected case of a person returning from Hubei had been found in the building. No one was allowed to enter or leave the building except for daily disinfection and community workers. Now I had to be quarantined there for at least 14 days. When I told her about this, she laughed heartily.
These past few days, we've mostly just watched TV and chatted. Her clothes at home have become increasingly casual, and we shower separately. My thoughts about her have become more and more surreal; I've started thinking about how to sleep with her. It's been over a year since I broke up with my girlfriend during my junior year internship, and now there's a woman with a great figure and a touch of allure in front of me—how could I resist? We still sleep in our own rooms at night. When I can't sleep, I'll text her, and our conversations are gradually shifting from talking about love to discussing sex. Through WeChat, we've grown closer. Since I didn't bring a change of underwear, even my pajamas these past few days have been hers. They look like capri pants and a short-sleeved shirt on me, but I enjoy it.
February 7th, the fourteenth day of the first lunar month, my fourteen-day quarantine was almost over. I thought that if I didn't act now, it would be difficult to have such a long period of contact again. So I suggested that we celebrate the end of the quarantine and the Lantern Festival. Because of the quarantine, our Lantern Festival dumplings were delivered by the community. That evening, we cooked six dishes. However, we had finished a case of Five Star beer in the past few days, so she took out the liquor her husband hadn't finished before he passed away. She poured me a glass and half a glass for herself. I didn't agree and offered to fill her glass. Liquor is really something; after a few sips, I was immediately dizzy. After finishing one glass, we poured another. I filled her glass and, being careful, only filled mine a little more than halfway. She didn't say anything, but she became increasingly bold in her speech. During this time, I told her about things I had seen when I was a child and... She blushed and said I was just looking at random things. After dinner, I let her watch TV on the sofa while I washed the dishes. Then we watched TV and chatted together. We shared our feelings, how much pain and sorrow we'd experienced since losing loved ones that year. As we talked, I pulled her into my arms. She struggled a little, but I didn't let go, so she didn't resist. I slowly began to tell her how I felt about her, until I said I liked her. She smiled, and I kissed her cheek, then moved to kiss her lips. She struggled, but she gave in under my advances. I knew she needed a man too, but because of our relationship, I explained to her: "Don't worry, we're not related by blood, and I won't cling to you. I just like you, I've liked you since I was little." Sweet words worked! I started kissing her from her mouth and neck, my hand slowly slipping under her pajamas to her breasts. I moved my mouth down, sucking on her breasts. She was breathing heavily with her eyes closed. Seeing my opportunity, I quickly got up and drew the living room curtains to prevent any accidental exposure. I resumed my assault on her breasts, my hand slowly moving towards her buttocks and then touching her vulva, which was already very wet. I took off both my and her shirts, pressed her down on the sofa, and started removing her pajama bottoms and underwear. I brought my mouth to the base of her legs, inhaling her scent. Thankfully, there wasn't any unpleasant odor, but it was quite dark. I reached out and parted her clitoris, licking it little by little with my tongue. She kept writhing, and I knew she wanted it. While licking her, I took off my own underwear, then knelt between her thighs, rubbing my penis against her vulva before aiming at it. I slowly inserted it, and at that moment, I felt like nothing in the world mattered; I had to finish her. Her vagina was much smaller than I had imagined. I felt my glans surrounded by warm, slippery fluid, and I felt like I was nestled in a warm sponge. That's when I remembered and asked, "Should we use a condom?" She said, "Are you stupid?" I understood and started thrusting. When I started thrusting, she didn't moan like in novels, but rather made quiet, restrained moans, like a middle-aged woman's moans. Her vagina was very wet, but it still felt good to penetrate. We thrust in the most traditional position. I lifted her head so she could see our joined bodies. I asked, "What are we doing?" She didn't answer and patted my back. The older woman seemed to have her eyes closed, biting her lip, enjoying my thrusting. I leaned down and kissed her hard on the lips. I asked, "I won't call you 'Auntie' anymore. When we're alone, I'll call you 'Wife,' okay?" She agreed. From then on, I called her "sister" in public and "wife" when we were alone. After my constant thrusting, she started to reciprocate. We licked each other's tongues, and she kept moaning. The quiet sounds of our nighttime intercourse mingled with the moans from our kisses. Her vagina was incredibly wet. I could feel it constantly leaking. I suddenly felt a sense of accomplishment, like I was conquering a mature woman. I even thought I was fucking my own mother, and a kind of incestuous pleasure welled up inside me. My penis was inside her vagina, and just thinking about it made me incredibly happy. The mental pleasure was greater than the physical pleasure. I deliberately slowed down my thrusting, afraid of ejaculating too quickly. "Mmm...oh...oh..."
She was so much wetter than my ex-girlfriend; I could feel the sofa cushions getting wet!
"Wife, am I fucking her? Am I?"
"Mmm..." Her moans mixed with her reluctant rejection sounded so shy. This made me even more primal. It was even better!
"Wife, your pussy feels so good. So tight. My cock feels so good, I love you so much, wife." I didn't expect that after I said that, my sister replied, "Hmm...hmm...do you really love me?" I was stunned for a moment, how could I answer that? In this situation, I could only bite the bullet and answer, "Yes, wife, I love you." Actually, what I was thinking was, "Damn, I just want to fuck your pussy (isn't that lewd)." After I said that, she seemed to enjoy the process even more, she started to hug me tightly with her hands, and her legs squeezed me tightly. At this time, I could feel that she was beginning to accept all of this, and her sexual desire was finally being released.
I thought of what the book said about deliberately stopping. I didn't expect that she would actually push herself up. This feeling is really...hmm...hmm...oh...oh..." I thrust harder, it was really too good. I suddenly pulled my cock out of her pussy, she let out a scream, I turned her over, and made her lie on the bed so I could fuck her from behind. This allowed for faster and deeper penetration, and I felt like I was about to lose control. We were both immersed in the pleasure of fucking, it was so good! The sounds of our breathing, the slapping, and the moans mingled together—it was beautiful music! This movement made her vagina feel even tighter, and I felt like I was about to climax and ejaculate.
I told her, "Wife, I'm going to cum," and she gasped, "Cum!" After saying that, I thrust wildly and faster, and ejaculated in one go—one, two, three, four, five, six—I kept trembling as I ejaculated. My sister also climaxed with my ejaculation; her vagina contracted rhythmically, and she lay down to rest, her hands constantly stroking me as she convulsed, her buttocks and lower abdomen muscles twitching as well. I knew she had climaxed too… After I finished, I lay on top of her for a long time, unable to leave… After a while, she pushed me away, "Okay, it's all over, what else is there to do?" So we went to the bathroom to shower. While showering, I couldn't believe it. I just had sex with her like that, is this real? I kept asking myself that, looking at my limp penis, I felt an overwhelming sense of satisfaction! When I finished showering, she had already gone back to her bedroom, so I followed her in, got into her bed, and we hugged and chatted. After a while, I told her I wanted more, and she touched my penis and said, "It's all soft."
I said, "Can you help me get it up?
" She started stroking it with her hand.
I said, "Can you give it to me with your mouth?"
She was surprised; she had never thought of using her mouth. I showed her some Japanese porn I had saved on my phone, and she finally understood.
I asked her, "Haven't you ever done this before?"
She said, "Never before.
I'm so glad I've pioneered this virgin territory." She tried giving me oral sex, and sure enough, I immediately regained my virility and inserted my penis into her vagina again. This time, it lasted much longer than the first time, about half an hour. After ejaculating inside her, I lay on top of her, not pulling my penis out, and occasionally thrusting in and out. She said, "It's been so long since I've felt this good."
I asked her, "Who's better, me or my uncle?"
She said, "Your uncle was alright when he was young, but in the last 10 years, he's the only one who can orgasm. I don't feel anything at all."
I gently stroked her body and told her, "I will make up for everything you've lost." She hugged me tightly and said, "We won't have a future together. I don't want to hold you back, but I hope you can care about me more." I said, "Of course." That night, we did it three times, and then once more in the morning. The entire sheet was soaked with sweat, semen, and her vaginal fluid. After that, I went to stay at her place every few days, and we made love. I've lost count of how many times we've been together, but she's clearly much younger than before.

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