The Pale-Colored Mansion's Erotic Mother-in-Law (The End)

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Chapter 1: So Beautiful! When I arrived at Yingying's courtyard, the gate was closed. I figured she was probably taking a nap. It was a hot and quiet summer afternoon; besides sleeping, there wasn't much to do to pass the time. Yingying is my girlfriend, though she's only sixteen. I met her on her way home from school and was immediately struck by her pure beauty. At sixteen, she was already 165 centimeters tall, and her long, shapely legs beneath her short school skirt were the most beautiful legs I'd ever seen. Girls these days are quite precocious; some even start dating in middle school. Under my intense pursuit, Yingying quickly won me over and agreed to be my girlfriend. I was still serving in the military. In our area, boys who didn't study hard had two main options: either join the army and hope for a government job after discharge, or try to get a government-recruited job through connections—basically, just finding a simple job. After two years in the army, nearing my discharge, military discipline had loosened. With a good relationship with the leaders, it was easy to fake a sick leave and go home more often. This time, I came back to use two packs of good cigarettes to get a month-long leave. Actually, I wasn't particularly homesick. I'd been back many times in the last six months, and my family wasn't as attentive and enthusiastic as they were during my first visit. I just missed Yingying. During my last visit, we crossed the final line between a man and a woman. The pleasure her delicate body brought me left me sleepless countless times after returning to the army. Back home, I quickly changed my clothes and eagerly went to find Yingying. It was summer vacation; Yingying should have plenty of time to spend with me. I couldn't wait to embrace her again. I hesitated, unsure whether to knock. Disturbing someone's rest at this time would be impolite. Although Yingying's family was very kind to me, I hadn't visited their home often, and I still felt a little nervous whenever I saw Yingying's mother. Finally, I decided to climb over the wall. Two years in the military had made scaling such a wall a piece of cake. I carefully observed for two minutes from the top, making sure Yingying's family was all taking a nap, before silently descending into the courtyard. Pushing open the main door, I breathed a sigh of relief. Yingying's bedroom door was open on the west side of the living room; after all, she was a little girl and didn't usually lock her bedroom door when she slept. Her mother's bedroom door on the east side was tightly closed. Thinking about the joy of soon holding Yingying in my arms, a surge of heat rose within me. On such a hot day, what would Yingying be like sleeping? White briefs, a tight little vest? Snow-white, slender legs, a soft, firm chest… I went in, but didn't see the beautiful scene I had imagined. The bedroom was empty; on the snow-white sheets, there was no snow-white girl I wanted. A wave of disappointment washed over me. After all, I hadn't spent much time with Yingying, and I knew very little about her life. In this situation, I couldn't immediately recall where she should be. The door to the main room wasn't locked, so someone must be home. A glimmer of hope rose within me—could Yingying be taking a nap with her mother? It wasn't impossible. Yingying's father was a sailor, rarely having time to spend with his family. Though they were called a family, most of the time it was just her mother and Yingying and her sister. Neither Yingying nor her sister had air conditioning in their bedrooms, so in this sweltering heat, they were likely sleeping in their mother's room. I went outside to Yingying's mother's bedroom door. Like most families, the key was in the lock; I could easily turn it and get in. But I didn't dare. After all, I had climbed over the wall, meaning I felt like a thief. I hesitated for a moment at the door, intending to climb over the wall again, then ring the doorbell and enter like a proper guest. I had always hoped Yingying's family would have a good impression of me. Being with Yingying was definitely not a momentary impulse; I loved her and sincerely hoped that when Yingying grew up, I could marry her. Just as I turned to leave, I heard a strange sound coming from inside. It was a strange sound; the door was very soundproof, so for a sound to come through, it must have been quite a commotion inside. I listened intently, but could only hear some indistinct sounds, like someone groaning. After listening carefully for a long time and still not being able to make it clear, I became curious, but also worried. The sound was clearly coming from a person's throat. Could someone be sick, suffering some kind of pain?
I mustered my courage and gently knocked twice on the door. The room seemed to fall silent suddenly. I heard Yingying's mother ask, "Who is it?" I quickly replied, "It's me, Auntie, it's A-Ding." There was no response from inside, only a jumble of incomprehensible sounds, followed by a thud, like someone falling to the ground. Instinctively, I turned the key, pushed open the door, and rushed in. The scene inside shocked me. I hadn't expected to see such a sight. For a moment, I stood frozen in the doorway, unsure whether to stand or retreat. Aunt Mei, Yingying's mother, stood naked, her snow-white body awkwardly by the bed, equally stunned by my sudden intrusion. My mind went blank; all I could see was Aunt Mei's alluring and strange beauty. I had always thought that the bodies of young girls were the most beautiful, but now I knew I was wrong. Compared to most young girls I had ever met, even compared to Yingying, whom I thought had the most beautiful body, Aunt Mei was in no way inferior, and even possessed a certain charm—that kind of charm that I had always only been able to understand in my imagination, but could never describe. That was the beauty that came after the transformation from girlhood to womanhood. If Yingying's beauty was a bud, Aunt Mei's was in full bloom. At that moment, Aunt Mei displayed that beauty perfectly, without reservation, before my eyes. I couldn't be sure where my gaze was fixed—was it on her full, rounded breasts or the mysterious, alluring bulge in her lower body? I was completely stunned, so stunned that I forgot everything. Time seemed to stand still. I stood there, frozen, my life seemingly frozen in that moment. I don't know how much time passed before Aunt Mei let out a scream. I was startled awake by her scream, and only then did I notice that at Aunt Mei's feet lay a naked man. Compared to Aunt Mei's nakedness, his was somewhat disheveled, showing signs of fright and pain from a fall. That loud thud must have been from him falling in his panic. I suddenly realized the awkwardness of the situation. In this predicament, unless this man was Yingying's father, and I simply left the room pretending I hadn't seen anything, there was no chance of saving face for anyone. Unfortunately, although I didn't know who the man was, I knew for sure he wasn't Yingying's father. I regretted my rashness; no matter what, catching my future mother-in-law in the act was something I didn't want to happen. I quickly retreated, though my gaze lingered on Aunt Mei's voluptuous naked body until the very last moment before leaving. Just before I reached the front door of the main room, I heard Aunt Mei calling me. I wasn't sure why—was she checking if I was leaving or asking me to stay? I stopped, wanting a definite answer. I called into the room, "Aunt Mei, I'm leaving now. Could you tell me where Yingying went?"
There was a brief, quiet conversation in the room, then the man emerged, head bowed, already dressed. He didn't look at me, quickly passing by and crossing the courtyard. The gate creaked softly, and when I looked back, he had vanished from the world beyond. When I turned around, Aunt Mei was already out, standing right behind me. Sitting down in the living room, looking at Aunt Mei's slightly flushed face, I almost wondered if I'd been dreaming. Was everything I'd just seen real? The situation was awkward; I didn't know how to break the silence. I coughed twice, but still couldn't utter a complete sentence. Aunt Mei spoke first, "Do you smoke?" I glanced furtively at the living room. On my previous two visits to Yingying's house, I hadn't smoked in front of Aunt Mei. To leave a good impression, I'd tried my best to be polite and well-mannered. Aunt Mei laughed, "I know most boys in the military smoke. Don't be shy, just smoke. I won't blame you. Besides, I don't object to men smoking." I tried to relax and smiled, saying, "I have my own." After the cigarette was lit, the atmosphere seemed to ease a bit. Aunt Mei said, "I know you smoke, I..." I saw the cigarette butt you left in Yingying's room after you left. It's nothing really. You're in the army now, you're an adult, you can decide your own lifestyle." After talking about the army for a while, Aunt Mei asked me, "When did you get back?" I said, "Just got home, I changed my clothes and came to see Yingying." Aunt Mei asked, "How did you get in? I didn't hear the gate open." She hesitated for a moment, "Did Yingying give you a key to my house?" I was a little embarrassed, "No, I climbed over the wall. I was afraid of disturbing your rest, and I was eager to see Yingying." Aunt Mei suddenly lowered her head. I quickly said, "I'm sorry, Aunt Mei, I didn't mean to." A blush flashed across Aunt Mei's face, and I became even more embarrassed. "Don't be angry, Aunt Mei, believe me, I definitely won't say anything." Aunt Mei frowned, looking a little angry. "You won't say anything? Did you see it? What do you have to say? Let me tell you, there was nothing there. That man just now, he came to help me... to help me..." She tried to explain for a long time but couldn't find a final reason. After all, it's rare in this world for someone to be naked to help. But then she asked me, "Do you understand?" I didn't dare to be careless at all and nodded vigorously. "I understand, I understand." Aunt Mei chuckled. "You little brat, what do you understand?" She probably realized that the reason she had tried to give me was too weak. Just then, the phone rang. Aunt Mei blushed slightly, stood up, and went to the bedroom to answer it. I think she was probably afraid I would overhear something. In my mind, it was probably the call from the man who had left earlier, and Aunt Mei must have thought so too. But after Aunt Mei whispered "hello," her voice immediately brightened: "Yingying? Where are you now? Is Daddy having fun?" I cursed my bad luck inwardly. I couldn't wait to get back; I had thought Yingying would spend a whole month playing with me during summer vacation, but it turned out she had gone to the ship to find Daddy. Just as I was feeling disheartened, I heard Aunt Mei say, "Ading is back. He's sitting in the living room. Do you want to talk to him?" I rushed into the bedroom, staring longingly at the receiver in Aunt Mei's hand. Aunt Mei handed me the phone, and I said into the receiver, "Yingying, it's me, it's Ading." Yingying said, "When did you go back? How long will you be home? If I had known you were coming back, I wouldn't have come to see Daddy. I missed you so much! Did you miss me?" I said repeatedly, "Of course I missed you, otherwise why would I have come back?..." A strange static sound came from the phone, then nothing more. After shouting "hello" a few times, the phone went dead. Disappointed, I put down the phone. It seemed this trip home was a complete failure. Aunt Mei comforted me, saying, "That's how the phone on the ship is; it often drops. Don't worry, she'll probably call back soon." I nodded. Aunt Mei said, "It's good to be young, to care for each other like this. I really envy you young people."
I said, "Aunt Mei, you're young too. Yingying told me you gave birth to her when you were 17, so you're only a little over 30 now. You're so beautiful; Uncle De must care about you a lot." Aunt Mei gave a bitter smile, sighed softly, and seemed to want to say something, but ultimately didn't. For some reason, at that moment, I felt a strange sense of oppression in Aunt Mei's heart, a deep, profound unhappiness. I wanted to comfort Aunt Mei, but I didn't know how to begin. Looking at Aunt Mei's face, I suddenly realized she didn't look like a woman in her thirties at all. Perhaps beauty can make one forget the vicissitudes of time and awaken a tenderness deep within the heart. In that moment, Aunt Mei was no longer Yingying's mother, but simply a beautiful woman. Aunt Mei seemed a little embarrassed by my gaze. Perhaps there was something in my eyes that was easy to understand at a glance. She rolled her eyes at me: "Why are you looking at me like that? Don't forget, I'm Yingying's mother. You should call me Auntie." I shook my head: "I know, but I don't see you as an elder at all. If it weren't for Yingying, I probably would never have called you Auntie. You would at most be my older sister." Aunt Mei sighed: "You don't need to flatter me. Yingying is so grown up now. In two more years, I'll be a complete old woman." I laughed: "Old woman? I've never seen an old woman this beautiful. If an old woman..." "All grandmothers are like Aunt Mei. I hope I grow old quickly so I can marry an old woman." Aunt Mei asked me, "Marry an old woman? What about Yingying? What will happen to Yingying? Oh, I see. You've been deceiving my daughter. You wait, when Yingying comes back, I won't allow her to stay with you anymore."
I quickly shook my head, "That's not what I meant. I truly love Yingying. I just wanted you to know that Aunt Mei isn't old at all. From a man's perspective, I like Yingying, and I also like Aunt Mei. If I hadn't already fallen in love with Yingying, and had to choose between you two, I might have chosen Aunt Mei." Aunt Mei looked at me with some surprise. I said, "When I first met you, I never noticed your beauty because I almost didn't dare look at you directly. Out of love for Yingying, I considered you an elder, so I never really looked at you, whether you were beautiful or not. But today, when I pushed open the door and saw... saw... and then I realized, Aunt Mei is so beautiful." Aunt Mei's expression was complicated, indistinguishable between joy, anger, sorrow, and happiness. Her lips moved, but she said nothing. I looked into Aunt Mei's eyes, and at that moment I was sincere; I swear on my conscience. I believed Aunt Mei could sense my sincerity, and perhaps it was precisely this sincerity that prevented her from saying anything. I paused, then continued, "Really, when I saw Aunt Mei's body, I only felt beauty. This beauty, in my heart, had no erotic connotations, only appreciation." Aunt Mei was silent for a long time, then said softly, "Erotic? Today, in front of you, I only have the right to talk about eroticism. Being caught in this situation by you, I wanted to give myself a noble reason, but besides eroticism, I can't find an answer to give you." Aunt Mei gave a bitter smile: "Although everyone doesn't say it, they all know it in their hearts; it's just a seasoning in life. But you are Yingying's boyfriend, and perhaps in the future, you will be my girlfriend..." "Son-in-law, you're both so young. Besides love, how much do you really know about pornography? I've never thought I've done anything wrong, but in front of you, I feel so vulgar." I shook my head vigorously. "Aunt Mei, don't take it personally. I really don't think... pornography is a vulgar thing." A hint of comfort flashed in Aunt Mei's eyes. "I can tell you're not deliberately lying to me. This means we can talk about pornography in front of you. I remember you should be twenty this year, practically an adult. Can you tell me how much you know about pornography?" I opened my mouth, unsure what to say. Aunt Mei smiled. "Are you shy or what? Can you tell me if you and Yingying have slept together? That is... had sex?" I felt my face burning, and I nodded. There was nothing to hide. Besides, in my heart, I never felt I had done anything wrong. The reason I hid it was because it was hard to talk about, definitely not because I was wrong. Aunt Mei gave me an approving look, then hesitated for a moment before asking, "Do you want our conversation to continue? If you do, then don't hide anything from me. I'm no longer treating you like a child, because this isn't child's talk." I said, "Of course I do." Aunt Mei said, "Like real friends? Without reservation, speaking freely?" I said, "Of course, otherwise what's the point of talking?" Aunt Mei said, "Then tell me, besides Yingying, have you had sex with other girls?"
I hesitated for a moment, then said, "Yes." Aunt Mei asked, "Was it enjoyable? How was it different from Yingying's?" I said, "Yes. From a purely sexual perspective, there was no difference in pleasure." Aunt Mei's eyes lit up: "Tell me honestly, if you had the chance to continue having sex with girls other than Yingying, would you do it without hurting anyone else?" I nodded: "I would. Without hurting Yingying, I wouldn't give up the pleasure I could have." Aunt Mei breathed a sigh of relief: "You're an honest man, and a brave man, even braver than I imagined. I was a little worried that you might be hurt because of this embarrassing situation you encountered today, but it seems my worries were unnecessary." I smiled and said, "It was unnecessary anyway. I won't be hurt by this. If I hadn't been worried that my recklessness would cause you unease or harm, I would already be home and sleeping soundly. You know, I just took a train for more than ten hours." Aunt Mei looked into my eyes, and there was something special in them that moved me. "I know why Yingying likes you so much now. Besides being cute, you're also a very understanding man," Aunt Mei said. "There's one last question, for honest and brave men. Ever since I put on this nightgown to see you, your eyes have been scanning it. What are you looking at? And I've noticed your little brother seems to be constantly hard. Can you tell me why it's aroused?" I swallowed hard, unsure how to answer. Should I tell her that I wanted to see if there was anything else covering her body under this nightgown, and that my little brother, from the moment I saw her body, seemed to have lost control of itself? Aunt Mei seemed to blush again. "Honest children should be rewarded. Brave men should be rewarded. If you have the strength to carry me to bed, without hurting anyone, I'm willing to give you some of the pleasure you desire." Aunt Mei said, "But this time, I don't want anyone barging in at this time. Such disturbances are fatal to pleasure." All the doors were locked, and the erotic journey began. Aunt Mei, having removed her robe, lay on the snow-white sheets. It was impossible to tell which was whiter, the sheets or Aunt Mei herself. Gazing at her radiant body, I felt like I was dreaming. Could I really possess such beauty? Could I really possess such pleasure? Aunt Mei asked, "What are you waiting for?" I didn't know. I truly didn't know what this feeling was like; I couldn't be sure if it was real. I couldn't even bear to rush over and pull Aunt Mei into my arms. I couldn't give up this visual pleasure. Such a body—I didn't know if it belonged to an angel or a devil. I said, "You're so beautiful." Aunt Mei asked, "How beautiful?" I was speechless again. How beautiful? I looked from afar, unable to define it, unable to know what kind of beauty a woman's body, which I couldn't bear to rush up and possess, possessed. I murmured, "Let me look at you like this, I'd be willing to look for a lifetime." Aunt Mei asked softly, "Don't you want to?" Her voice was low and almost hoarse, carrying a fatal allure. Her body trembled slightly, I didn't know what it was trembling about. She parted her legs, her fingers gently kneading her already dripping vulva, a seductive moan escaping her throat. I heard her say, "Give it to me." All my preconceived notions crumbled instantly. I moved closer, removed her hands, and thrust into her body in one swift motion. No foreplay, no build-up—this is what naked eroticism should be like: direct penetration, direct impact, direct defilement, direct pleasure. Pleasure was in my tongue, pleasure in my hands, pleasure in my chest, pleasure in my penis, and even greater pleasure beneath me. Aunt Mei had her eyes closed. I didn't know why women usually kept their eyes closed during sex, but now I knew—to savor the pleasure more intimately. Because shortly after I penetrated Aunt Mei, my eyes seemed to close as well. Every muscle in Aunt Mei beneath me seemed to be moving, caressing, comforting, and simultaneously demanding. With my eyes closed, I clearly felt the complete surrender of Aunt Mei's body, and I understood more clearly the satisfaction of every minute of conquering the sea of desire. I charged forward with all my might, holding nothing back. My mind was blank; beauty and ugliness, joy and anger, honor and disgrace, even life and death were irrelevant. Only burning remained. I felt my entire being burning, until I turned to ashes. Aunt Mei lay motionless for a long time, her limbs outstretched. I was within those outstretched limbs, forgetting everything. I don't know how much time passed, but my little brother gradually softened and slowly slid out of Aunt Mei's body. I moved with difficulty and lay down beside Aunt Mei. She remained motionless, unconcerned about the fluids staining the sheets. I gently stroked Aunt Mei's body. Her breasts were full and bouncy, the hard nipples like two red beans. These didn't look like the breasts of a woman who had given birth to two children; they weren't soft or tired, even the areolas were still pink. They seemed like the breasts of a mature young girl, yet they possessed a maternal beauty and gentleness that could soothe pain. Once again, I forgot where I was, feeling Aunt Mei's breasts bounce and swell in my palms, a surge of passion and inexplicable emotion washing over me. In a hazy state, I heard Aunt Mei say, "You're so wonderful." I opened my eyes and looked at her. "You're so beautiful." Aunt Mei smiled faintly, a delicate, girlish blush on her cheeks. "How beautiful?"
I said, "As beautiful as you can imagine." Aunt Mei leaned closer, half-lying on my chest, one hand slowly roaming over it. "More beautiful than Yingying?" I nodded. "Yes." I wasn't lying. At that moment, Aunt Mei's beauty was incomparable; her charm was something Yingying never possessed. Aunt Mei gently pinched my chest. "You liar, and a fickle one at that. Don't talk to me about beauty anymore. Remember, between us, there's no beauty or ugliness, only lust."
My mind was filled with confusion. Was all of this just pornography? I couldn't be sure. My hand had somehow wandered to Aunt Mei's lower body, between her plump legs, a mess left after the passion. Perhaps it could only be pornography; besides pornography, I didn't know what else it could be. Aunt Mei's lips pressed against mine, and I couldn't help but groan, letting our tongues gently intertwine. My hands tightly embraced Aunt Mei's soft waist, and my little brother had become aroused again. Aunt Mei straddled me, sitting down forcefully with my penis inside. I closed my eyes and heard Aunt Mei whisper in my ear, "Remember, besides pornography, there's nothing else between us. Don't forget, besides pornography, I can only ever be your aunt." (Episode 2: Tomorrow, it's already completely dark.) Aunt Mei was still fast asleep. Aunt Mei, asleep, looked to be in some kind of pain, her brows tightly furrowed, as if burdened by an unresolved knot. Several times in my sleep, I heard her grinding her teeth in a strange sound. Each time I was awakened by this sound, I saw a crease of unease rising on Aunt Mei's beautiful face in the dim light. She seemed to tremble slightly. I got up and turned the air conditioning down a little, then covered Aunt Mei with a blanket. Watching her pull the blanket tightly around her body, I couldn't help but embrace her and gently kiss her face. Her face still held a hint of unease, like a child struggling in fear. I gently pressed her face against my chest. At that moment, the distance between us was so close, so soft, so inseparable. I softly touched her breasts with my lips. These were probably the most beautiful breasts in the world, full and full, possessing a weight that only mature women could have after going through the trials of youth. Perhaps even God admired such beautiful breasts, leaving no trace of the brown marks that marked the journey from bud to full bloom. Even after blooming, Aunt Mei's nipples remained as rosy as a young girl's. Aunt Mei's breasts stood erect again between my lips. Her body was so sensitive; every gentle touch elicited a powerful reaction, a reaction equally beautiful. I savored the astonishing sensuality Aunt Mei displayed, a sensuality born of desire, almost making me want to violate her once more. I wondered, was this moment of warmth and softness due to eroticism? I embraced her, but was this truly an embrace of desire? Were these beautiful breasts only blooming for eroticism? I raised my head, gazing at Aunt Mei's face, and suddenly my mind went blank. Aunt Mei's face nestled quietly against my young, naked chest. A young, naked chest is usually shy, but at this moment, my chest felt no shyness. Aunt Mei's lips gently touched my young, naked chest. A young, naked chest is sensitive, and at this moment, my heart was as still as water. A faint sweetness filled my heart. I suddenly understood that in this moment of emotion, I had treated myself as a lover. I was mesmerized for a long time. When I looked at Aunt Mei again, her expression had become peaceful and serene in her sleep. All afternoon, before we grew tired, it seemed we had been making love wildly. Every unintentional tease from me or Aunt Mei's strange trembling would trigger a new embrace and lingering eroticism. When Aunt Mei was being erotic, she gave me a whole new world. I realized that eroticism could be so beautiful. I don't know how long we entangled, how many orgasms we had. Up and down, left and right, front and back, we were crazy, almost every minute was erotic. Today, eroticism was like a sea, and we were floating in it, forgetting everything. Then suddenly everything quieted down. When night fell, I opened my eyes, almost unable to believe what had happened. Aunt Mei, naked in my arms, let me know that everything had really happened. Aunt Mei's body was mature and voluptuous, but for some reason, at this moment, she nestled quietly in my arms, and I almost felt like I was holding Yingying. This feeling was strange. Was this really the feeling one should have when holding one's future mother-in-law? Aunt Mei moved slightly in my arms, and I couldn't help but hug her tighter, as if afraid she would suddenly leave me. At this moment, we were so close. It wasn't the distance between a son-in-law and mother-in-law, nor even purely between a man and a woman; it was more like lovers, deeply in love and lost in each other. But all along, I've loved Yingying. Even now, I can tell myself with certainty that I still love Yingying. Aunt Mei and Yingying are two different kinds of beauty, but at this moment, Aunt Mei's beauty is closer to me. I believe this answer. Aunt Mei struggled slightly in my arms, waking up from her sleep. She pushed my hands away and gently leaned on my shoulder. I didn't speak, but slowly rubbed my chin against Aunt Mei's face. Aunt Mei said, "You're holding me too tightly, it's suffocating." I smiled. I was certain of my feelings. Aunt Mei was no longer my elder; she was my lover. An afternoon of unrestrained intimacy and passion had already melted away all the distance between us—age, seniority, and the psychological barriers between us. Aunt Mei said, "I slept for ages. I was almost exhausted by you." I asked her, "You're tired? Are you more tired than me? Shouldn't I be the one saying that? Do you know how many times you made me ejaculate? Isn't this kind of thing more tiring for men? I don't think you're tired. You were teasing me all afternoon, and you were always the one who started it." Aunt Mei pushed me, "Get lost! You're taking advantage and still acting innocent. I'm never talking to you again." She sat up and went to get her pajamas thrown at the foot of the bed. I was startled and grabbed Aunt Mei, "What are you doing?" Aunt Mei said, "I'm going to take a shower. You've made me filthy." I asked her, "Why do you need to get dressed to take a shower?" Aunt Mei rolled her eyes at me, "I have to go to the yard to shower. Who knows if someone will sneak in without a sound like you?" I laughed, "Probably not. Honestly, how many times has someone caught you doing this?"
Aunt Mei ignored me, rolled out of bed, and bent down to pick up her nightgown from the floor. In that instant, her snow-white, full buttocks flashed an elegant arc before my eyes, and another exquisite sight of her genitals aroused me once more. I called out to Aunt Mei, "No." Aunt Mei turned around suspiciously, "What are you doing?" I rushed over, hugged her from behind, forcefully pressed her body down, and quickly thrust inside. Aunt Mei let out a gasp, but after only a moment of struggle, she immediately emitted the lewd sounds she had been making all afternoon. I suddenly felt a strong sense of jealousy, jealousy of the men I had been with before. What kind of allure did Aunt Mei possess in their presence? Would she be forever, pleasurably violated, like she was now? Of course, she would be pleasurably violated. With each thrust, Aunt Mei moaned, trembled, and her vagina contracted and sucked, the nectar flowing from her excited opening wetting my lower abdomen. I stood, skillfully and powerfully raping her, my hands cupping Aunt Mei's heavy breasts as she leaned forward, savoring every inch of her sensuality. Compared to the afternoon's rape, this time I was conscious, clearly aware of what I was doing. Perhaps this time, I truly enjoyed Aunt Mei. Whether visually or tactilely, this active enjoyment brought me a different kind of pleasure, not only physically but also mentally. Aunt Mei was completely passive; she was bowing low, constantly gasping in surprise at my superior rape. I lasted a long time, even surprising myself, perhaps because I had unleashed too much of my energy that afternoon. Although waves of pleasure assaulted my lower body, I remained vigorous long afterward. Aunt Mei's body leaned lower and lower, her raised buttocks flushed red from my thrusts, and the rape position changed from upright to Aunt Mei kneeling on the floor, her heavy breasts pressed firmly in my hands, feeling hard like two pieces of porcelain. Her waist was completely supple, so supple it could twist almost any direction. A glistening flow of vaginal fluid trickled down her thighs to the bends of her knees. Aside from occasional gasps of surprise as she actively cooperated with my thrusts, she mostly endured, seemingly forgetting everything as I brutally penetrated her. My hands gradually couldn't support the weight of Aunt Mei's upper body. I laid her entire upper body on the floor, and my thrusting stopped. Aunt Mei made a soft moaning sound, her hand vaguely reaching for my buttocks. I flipped her over, forcefully spreading her thighs. I was astonished to find that, like her nipples, her entire vulva retained the unique rosy hue of a young girl. During my vigorous thrusting, this red was round and vibrant, shimmering with a bright glow. This must be the legendary "masterpiece" of a woman. I entered her from the front. Aunt Mei was already teetering on the edge of orgasm. As soon as I entered, she gripped my buttocks tightly, and with the floor against her, her body began to arch upwards forcefully. I saw her entire chest and genitals flushed red with excitement, her vagina contracting violently with each thrust. Finally, with a scream, Aunt Mei lost her mind, forcefully pushing me aside and collapsing onto the floor, completely exhausted, motionless for a long time. I remained still for a long time, watching Aunt Mei, who had forgotten everything in her debauchery, with satisfaction. My penis was still erect, but I no longer had the desire to penetrate her. A strange satisfaction washed over me, as if I had reached an orgasm I had never experienced before. I got up, lit a cigarette, and sat down on the floor a short distance away, watching Aunt Mei gradually awaken. After waking up, Aunt Mei looked even more beautiful than before, her eyes filled with a gentle shyness. She sat up, facing me, and asked for the cigarette she had lit. No one spoke; an emotion seemed to grow within us. The satisfaction and harmony we shared made us connect on a deeper level, even without words. Until the cigarette burned out, we were both completely silent. Aunt Mei asked me softly, "Want to take a shower together?" I nodded. Aunt Mei said, "I'm going to take a cold shower. I think we should calm down." I was a little confused; the word "calm down" sounded strange. Aunt Mei noticed my confusion and said to me, "Today's erotic journey should be over, don't you think?" A voice of despair roared in my heart. I struggled to express myself: "Today's over, but what about tomorrow?" I leaned closer, trying to hug Aunt Mei again. Aunt Mei blocked me, looking into my eyes: "A-Ding, whether we're together in the future or not, it's best not to mention tomorrow to each other. Because neither of us knows how many days tomorrow will actually be for us."
She kissed me deeply, something wet on my face. I was speechless for a long time. This moment of silence was helpless, bewildered, and lost. From the first glimpse of Aunt Mei's naked beauty this afternoon until now, it all felt like a dream. A man who is amazed is happy, because being amazed is also a kind of fate, something that can be encountered but not sought. A man who is amazed is also in pain, because after being amazed, there is usually too much loss. And me? From the moment I embraced Aunt Mei, every minute of that time was pure joy. In just over ten hours, I felt as if I had experienced all the joy imaginable. Aunt Mei gave me a passion I had never felt before. At the same time, I seemed to receive a happiness I had longed for. Soft, warm, fragrant flesh, a dreamlike scene, boundless tenderness and countless heart-stirring moments—wasn't this the happiness I wanted? But Aunt Mei said, "How many days are there tomorrow?" Did this mean that after this bliss, I could never look forward to tomorrow, or even if it had never happened?
A pang of pain shot through my heart, and cold sweat suddenly soaked my back. Aunt Mei gently stroked my wet face, looking at me with some surprise: "What's wrong?" I said, "Nothing at all, not even tomorrow. What else can I have?" Aunt Mei saw my helplessness. She gently stroked my face, like a mother. But in my heart, I wished she were more like my lover. I whispered, "Tell me, after today, can I still be with you?" Aunt Mei smiled, "Be together for what? To make love? It shouldn't be difficult. To be honest, you're great in bed, you make me very happy. Since we've had a good start, why should I refuse to continue?" I felt somewhat relieved. Aunt Mei's words meant there was still a tomorrow for us. Why care how many days tomorrow is? Nobody really knows how many days tomorrow will last. [The End] Night Starry Night Gold Coins +11, reposted and shared, a red envelope is offered!

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