Neighbor Aunt Cheng

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She has always been the most feminine woman in my heart. Even now, with so many beautiful women on TV, in media, and in books, I still think she's the best. Because she left me with indelible memories.
I was young then, in my third year of junior high, and her son was in sixth grade. I usually looked after her son, and he would always come to me when he was bullied. She knew this, and although she didn't allow it, she was probably still grateful.
Back then, I spent all my time hanging out outside, my studies were terrible, and I associated with all sorts of shady characters. That same year, internet access started becoming popular in our area. Before that, computer labs were used for playing single-player games, like Monopoly and Red Alert. At that time, having about ten computers made it a proper internet cafe.
I've read a lot of erotic novels, seen many pictures and watched many erotic movies online. For some reason, she's always the object of my fantasies. My next-door neighbor, Aunt Cheng. Her husband is honest and easygoing, but he loves to brag. I don't really talk to him. He works as a welder, and sometimes during peak season he doesn't get home until one or two in the morning.
From then on, I would fantasize about her every time I saw her, and I would even fall asleep with an erection and wake up with an erection. From then on, I made a secret decision that I must get her.
I'm a very humorous and charming person. Sometimes when I see her coming back from grocery shopping, I'll offer to carry her groceries, chatting as we walk, making her very happy. Her laughter is natural and unpretentious. I was just wondering what her moaning sounds like?
It was a day in August, right after I graduated. Around 3 PM, I saw her carrying dumplings and noodles as I went upstairs. Since I was behind her, I could see her big butt swaying back and forth, and I could vaguely see the outline of her underwear. I offered to help her with the food, and she turned around and thanked me. I said it was nothing, it was my pleasure!
We lived on the same floor. She opened the door and went inside. I was really reluctant to let her go, but I was young and timid at the time, so I didn't dare to do anything. Just as I was about to open the door, she opened it again, poked her head out, and said, "Haibo, could you help me move the refrigerator? The power connection is bad, and it keeps cutting out."
I immediately agreed, took off my shoes, and went inside. I noticed Mao Mao (her son's nickname) wasn't there. I asked, "Where's Mao Mao?" She said he went to his maternal grandparents' house. She said she was packing up to go too, since her uncle's construction site is in Houhu, and Mao Mao is on holiday, so it would be more convenient for him to go to work. I asked, "When are you coming back? What am I going to do if I miss you?"
She laughed and said, "You're so good with words." I wasn't being coy; I genuinely felt reluctant to leave. I looked deeply into her eyes, and after about 56 seconds, her gaze shifted away unnaturally. I say unnaturally because it was the first time I'd ever seen that look in her eyes. I started moving the refrigerator. Although I'm a young man, it was still quite difficult. It took us both to move it. Apparently, the power strip was old and loose, causing the frequent power outages. By the time I finished, I was drenched in sweat; it was incredibly hot. I washed my hands and spat out the gum in my mouth. I'd chewed a piece since I saw her upstairs because my breath smelled bad from smoking, and I didn't want to leave a bad impression.
There were only the two of us in the room, and it was a little awkwardly quiet. She said, "You must be exhausted. Have an ice pop." As she spoke, she walked towards the refrigerator, bent down with her back to me to get the ice pop. I don't know where I got the courage, but I rushed over and hugged her waist from behind.
She screamed and quickly said, "Let go!" I was both scared and excited, and I said things only she could hear: "I like you, I love you, Aunt Cheng, I love you, really." She grabbed my hand, saying, "What nonsense are you talking about? What are you doing?" I said, "Really, if I lied to you, may I die a horrible death. Aunt Cheng, can I kiss you? Just once." She started to struggle, but I held her tightly, holding her firmly. She said, "Let go, and I'll pretend nothing happened, I won't blame you. Let go." Next to her refrigerator was a sofa. I picked her up and threw her onto the sofa, pressing my body against hers, my hands groping her limp body. At that moment, it felt like a dream. The lust that had been buried deep in my heart for many years suddenly erupted, and I was so excited that I trembled.
I smelled her body fragrance, the scent of her hair. Seeing her sweaty face, flushed from the heat, I truly broke down. At that moment, I thought, even if she accuses me of rape in the future, I'll accept it. Her low, soft breaths seemed to hold back her words.
She was so alluring. I kissed her lips instantly, a surge of intense pleasure coursing through my body. She bit her lip, trying to stop my tongue, so I sucked on her lips and licked her ear. Although she still resisted, she couldn't stop my passion. Her resistance grew weaker and weaker until she was like a lamb, completely at my mercy. I slipped my tongue in again; her teeth parted slightly, and I took the opportunity to slip my tongue in, our tongues intertwining. I pulled open her shirt, removed her bra, and began to fondle her large breasts. Her breasts were slightly sagging, but still large and full. Her nipples stood erect like small grapes, which I pinched and played with.
I pulled down her skirt and panties; the cotton panties felt a little damp. I simply knelt on the floor, spread her legs, and a deep red vulva was hidden beneath thick pubic hair. I've seen many pornographic movies and read many books, and I've fantasized about licking her vulva more than once, so I was much calmer this time. I opened my mouth wide, still wanting nothing more than to devour her vulva. I took her vulva into my mouth. It was very wet. Because she hadn't showered, she was sweating a lot. There was a pungent smell of urine, which further stimulated my lust. I licked her clitoris with the tip of my tongue. She was very excited, as if pushing my head, or perhaps hugging my head; she started grabbing my hair.
She moaned, saying, "Don't lick, it's dirty." I said, "Aunt Cheng's pussy isn't dirty, it smells good. I'll lick it every day from now on." I stuck my tongue into her vagina. She arched her back, afraid my tongue wouldn't go in deep enough. I took off my pants; my penis was already rock hard, throbbing. She was naked from the waist down, but still wearing clothes on her upper body. The scene, even now, feels incredibly lewd when I recall it.
I aimed at her large vagina and thrust in. Although I'd had sex before, it had never been this stimulating, so I bumped around her vulva. She didn't realize it when she moved, and my penis slid in easily. She moaned; her vagina was very wet from my licking, so it went in smoothly, sucking on my shaft like a little mouth. Perhaps because I was too excited, she came quickly. But I was young and had good stamina, and I got hard again in no time. We did it four times in total, and she ejaculated the last time. At the time, I didn't know what it felt like for a woman to ejaculate; I just felt that her vagina suddenly became much wetter. So much wet.
When I pulled out my penis, water was still dripping onto the floor. We played around for over two hours from start to finish. She wasn't as reserved as she had been at the beginning; she seemed more natural. I hugged her and asked, "Aunt Cheng, do you like it?" She didn't answer. I asked again, and she pinched my inner thigh hard and said, "You're so naughty."
We maintained this relationship from then on until 2007. She was diagnosed with breast cancer, and her right breast was removed. That's when our five-year relationship ended. Actually, towards the end, she was truly captivated by being with me. Because of me, she went to beauty salons, maintained her figure, and exercised every day. Although these are small details, they truly touched me.
Here I want to clarify something: some people think that a woman's dark vagina is the result of promiscuity. That's not true. Over the years, Aunt Cheng has only had sex with her husband and me.
And then there's my wife, whom I met when I was 18, and whom I deflowered. Her vagina was dark from the first time I saw it. So some women are born with dark vaginas; don't let that mislead you and cause you to miss out on a lifelong relationship!
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