Comforting my aunt resulted in her getting pregnant.

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After my uncle passed away, I moved in with my aunt. We lived in a small house with two bedrooms—one for me and one for my aunt.
The two bedrooms were adjacent, separated by a door that was always locked. My aunt slept alone in her bedroom, and I never thought about that door.
The door between our bedrooms was an old one with a large keyhole, though I never saw any key or anyone open it.
It was a mysterious thing to me. Because it had been removed before, the handle was long, and someone had used filler to block the keyhole, making it impossible to peek through. To

make a long story short, after my uncle left, my aunt was all alone, and I started imagining stories about that door.
One day, while my aunt was out shopping, I took a screwdriver and tried to pry the filler out of the keyhole. After a long time, a hole was clearly visible in the filler.
Actually, it was stuck inside the metal. Even so, after several forceful pokes, most of it loosened, and I pushed it to the other side.
Examining the view through the open keyhole, I saw it was an excellent vantage point offering a panoramic view of Auntie's bedroom and bed.
Needless to say, that night, I could hardly wait for Auntie to come home and go to bed.

And when Auntie entered her bedroom that night, I received the best reward. Kneeling down and peeking through the keyhole, I saw Auntie take off her clothes, one piece after another.
First revealed were her breasts; I had never dreamed Auntie would be so voluptuous. I watched Auntie's breasts bounce up and down as she bent over and slowly took off her stockings.
Gazing through the keyhole, I also saw how large the nipples on a pair of breasts were in real life; and a large brown circle surrounded the nipples.
When Auntie took off her panties, the beautiful pubic hair on her vulva was so clear, more striking than any pubic hair I had seen in magazines. Seeing this scene again, my penis became completely hard, and
I began to excitedly rub my penis. After Auntie undressed, she would usually lie on the bed and read for a while, her beautiful legs slightly parted.
I fantasized about my penis being buried deep in the black bush between Auntie's legs, going in and out repeatedly, as deep as possible. I kept rubbing my penis until my semen sprayed onto the door.
Spying on Auntie in the dormitory continued for many nights.

As time went by, I memorized every part of Auntie's body. Auntie's firm breasts, whenever she moved around the room, her luscious breasts would sway up and down like waves.
When Auntie lay down, they seemed about to fall out from the sides; and when she moved, they were like two large fleshy balls spanning her upper body, meant to be rubbed and tasted.
I also fell in love with Auntie's honeyed parts, including that sexy black bush, and the beautiful cleft hidden beneath it, where Auntie would occasionally insert a finger absentmindedly, reminding me of warm and wet pleasure.

After one time, I forgot all the pornographic magazines. After one time, I even got tired of masturbation.
I want a real honeypot, a honeypot like Auntie's, a warm and tight honeypot filled with slippery nectar, so my penis can fit inside properly.
I want to ejaculate inside a honeypot. I want orgasm again and again. I want to fill it completely with my semen. However, the situation remains unchanged.
I'm not bold enough to run naked into Auntie's bedroom and force a confrontation with her, especially when she's awake.

Once, when I knew Auntie was asleep, I tiptoed into her bedroom and quietly got into her bed.
I carefully pulled the blankets aside, leaned over Auntie's body, and brought my head very close to her honeypot.
But in the end, I lost my courage and had to breathe in the fragrance emanating from Auntie's honeypot to satisfy myself.
Her hot, powerful allure, with its "musky urine" scent, stimulated me, and I began to masturbate, imagining my swollen penis penetrating the body of the object of my desire.
Just imagining it was enough; I vigorously masturbated, ejaculating in one go. My semen sprayed everywhere—Auntie's breasts, her lower abdomen, a drop or two landing on her curly pubic hair.

After calming my breathing and feeling normal again, I leaned against Auntie's sleeping body, examining the two pearly drops of semen on her pubic hair.
Extending my finger, I dipped it in the white semen and ran it down her pubic hair until it reached the entrance of Auntie's vagina, then dripped it into the opening of her vulva.
A few gentle touches, and the petals inside Auntie's vulva seemed alive, greedily accepting my precious semen.
Auntie sighed softly, her body shifting a few times. She moved her buttocks up and down for a moment, then lay down quietly again.

I realized it was too risky to stay any longer, so I covered Auntie with the blanket again, retreated from the dormitory, and promised myself that next time I would muster even more courage.
Once again, I mustered my courage and sneaked into Auntie's bedroom. This time, I felt incredibly unlucky, because Auntie was on her period.
Pulling the sheet from under Auntie as she slept, I saw the thin thread of a tampon dangling from her vulva.
This really dampened my spirits, and needless to say, I had no choice but to obediently leave the room. I cursed my luck from time to time and vowed not to give up any opportunity to "steal" some time with Auntie.

However, this resolve didn't last more than two weeks! One time, Auntie and a female friend were drunk at home all night.
The two of them slowly finished a four-liter bottle of liquor, joking with each other and belittling the men they knew as worthless.
Lots of laughter and conversation echoed in the kitchen as they chattered away with their drinks and snacks, making a fuss like gossipy old women.
Around 10:30, Auntie's friend's husband called, wondering what had made her so late. So she said she had to leave.

Of course, I eavesdropped on the whole thing. About ten minutes after Auntie's friend left, I heard Auntie try to climb back into her bedroom. I heard her stumble several times along the way,
but she finally made it back to her room and closed the door. Peeking through the keyhole of our room, I saw Auntie lying on the bed without taking off her clothes or turning off the light.
It seemed Auntie wasn't unwilling to change; I thought she was truly drunk. After a long time, I watched her sleeping body on the bed through the keyhole.
Hearing her loud snoring, I knew this was a golden opportunity.
Knowing that Auntie was completely drunk, I immediately became excited and erect. I took off all my clothes, entered Auntie's bedroom, walked to her bedside, and reassured myself that she wouldn't catch a cold.
Lifting her skirt, I moved my hand under Auntie's plump, white buttocks and used my hand to pull off Auntie's pink panties, placing them to the side on her calves for easy re-putting.
Seeing the impact of her honeypot up close made my penis so hard it throbbed with pain; the glans even turned purplish-black from the rush of blood.
Since the last time, I'd already had an erection, or perhaps a wet dream, so the semen in my scrotum was undoubtedly painful from the need for release.
Spreading Auntie's legs, I positioned myself between them, using one finger to caress her honeypot, exploring its juicy interior.
Amidst the snoring, Auntie began to moan softly, her body gently shifting. My penis dripped with precum, and as I placed it at the entrance of her vagina,
a long, thin, silvery-white line trailed from the swollen glans. With almost no effort, a gentle thrust, and my entire penis slid into her.
Incredibly, Auntie's vagina gripped my penis tightly; the feeling of my glans being enveloped was wonderful, like magic, beautifully entwining me.
This was a completely involuntary reaction; because I was certain Auntie hadn't yet woken from her drunken stupor and was deeply asleep.
Even so, Auntie's moans continued, responding to my thrusts with their own unique melody.
I began to thrust earnestly, faster and deeper, casting aside all caution, striving to penetrate Auntie's vagina, controlling the rhythm of my penis, pushing as far as I could into the depths of her cervix.
Soon, I felt the first pull on my waist, a signal that I was about to ejaculate.
If I had any reservations about ejaculating inside my aunt, now was the time to stop, but I only paused, just for a moment.
The thought of ejaculating a large amount of semen inside my aunt was so exciting, so interesting, that I couldn't stop. I loved the thought. I loved the idea. I wanted to do it.
I wanted to shoot my hot semen inside my aunt's "cunt." I loved the thought, and, if my aunt knew, she might like it too. Losing all self-control, I erupted deep inside my aunt's cervix.
My penis, deeply wet inside her, kept shooting forward, shooting and shooting. The semen splashed into the cervix, frantically competing to rush into my aunt's uterus, to find the egg. To fertilize it.
Spasms rippled through my young testicles, sending wave after wave of semen until Auntie's vagina overflowed, unable to hold any more of my seed.
This warm, viscous fluid, mixed with Auntie's vaginal fluid and semen, flowed out as my penis withdrew, down the opening of her vagina beneath her buttocks, soaking the sheets.

The intensity of the orgasm still resonated within me, and before I could cool, I thrust my penis into Auntie's vagina once more. I lay on top of her, and time seemed to stretch on forever.
When I awoke from this dreamlike state, I stroked her breasts until my penis, though softened, remained inside her. Twenty minutes later, my penis, still inside her, had undoubtedly thickened again, clinging tightly.
I regretfully withdrew my penis, but Auntie's vagina seemed to pull back forcefully, as if unwilling to let go. I pulled my underwear back up, put it on, and covered Auntie with the blanket. Her snoring continued, and I figured Auntie would never know
what had happened that night. By morning, most of my seed had entered her uterus, and the semen left inside would be absorbed by her body.
Some dried semen left on the bed and in her intimate area would be mistaken for her own secretions.

I was free at home, I always thought so. And as I left the room, a satisfied smile appeared on my face.
But weeks later, I discovered that the seed that had been planted deep inside Auntie that night had taken effect, giving me an unforgettable night and unexpected consequences.
Auntie came home from the doctor, her face as white as a sheet. When I asked her what had happened, she told me she was pregnant... but she didn't know how it had happened.

In shock, I then remembered that the night I sneaked into the room and secretly "had sex" with her was exactly two weeks after her "period" (the time I saw the "tampon").
When I "sneaked in" with her, my aunt was supposed to "conceive," and I actually got her pregnant! She's carrying my child! What should I do now?

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