I yielded to my fourth aunt

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My fourth aunt is an ordinary civil servant, her daily life mainly consisting of accounting. She doesn't have to endure the elements, and her long years in the office have instilled in her an air of elegance.

My fourth aunt's husband is an ordinary cadre with many hobbies: drinking, gambling, and playing the stock market. Unfortunately, he's a hopeless case, good for nothing. His only success, however, was using all sorts of tricks to win my fourth aunt's heart when he was young. Thinking about it, he's quite a successful man .

Because of this, my fourth aunt always complains about how she ended up with such a man. While there might be a hint of her happiness, it's perhaps a different kind of expression of her inner feelings.

My fourth aunt has a daughter who is quite beautiful. She had many suitors in junior high school, no wonder, like mother, like daughter. However, compared to her slender fourth aunt, her daughter is much more voluptuous, especially her large breasts and shapely buttocks, making her unforgettable.

I didn't pay much attention to my fourth aunt before, but after gaining some experience, I realized that such a beauty exists around me, and occasionally I'd fantasize about pinning her down and making love to her—a once-in-a-lifetime experience. However, since they were relatives, and cousins at that, and lived far apart, there weren't many opportunities.

But fate was kind to me, and I still managed to snag my aunt's good fortune.

That winter, my aunt and uncle planned a trip to Hainan Island. They weren't exactly key workers anymore, just going through the motions, and they had some spare money to enjoy life. Luckily, I had a house in Sanya, so I invited them to stay there—convenient and economical.

Initially, they planned to stay for two weeks, but then something came up at home, and my uncle had to go back early, leaving my aunt behind for me to keep her company.

How could I let such an opportunity pass? After a little planning, I decided to give it a try and see if I could bring this beautiful woman into my lap.

Women always love beauty, even older women. Women can be bold too; they can always display surprising courage in certain situations, and my aunt was no exception.

I took my fourth aunt around, gave her a bath, let her enjoy the sea breeze, and bought her some pretty clothes—quite revealing compared to her usual demure style.

At first, she was a little hesitant, but the joy in her eyes betrayed her true feelings. I bought her several bikinis and my favorite red nail polish.

After a few days of fun, a stunning beauty stood before me, seemingly beckoning.

After a few days of sightseeing, my fourth aunt was clearly comfortable with her new clothes and surroundings, and she became more familiar with me, occasionally making physical contact and cracking slightly suggestive jokes.

I teased her, "Fourth Aunt, you're so beautiful, a real beauty."

She replied, "I'm old, I can't do it anymore."

I denied her, saying she was still very charming.

Whenever this happened, a girlish blush would appear on her face; it turned out my fourth aunt was still a fertile ground yet to be fully explored.

My house wasn't far from the sea, and my fourth aunt loved to sit on the balcony in her pajamas, drinking coffee and watching the sea. After all, people living inland have a special longing for the sea.

I sat down next to her, chatting with her and taking the opportunity to massage her back.

She hesitated for a moment, then accepted, making soft moans as she massaged.

I was sure she was already wet down there.

My aunt suddenly said she was a little tired from playing these past few days.

I suggested she get an oil massage to help her recover faster.

She seemed a little embarrassed, saying she wasn't used to being touched.

I suggested finding someone she knew, a woman.

My aunt was still hesitant.

But I could clearly sense she wanted to try the oil massage.

I said, "How about this, I'll help you. I'm not an expert, but I know a little."

I could tell she was a bit hesitant, after all, I'm a man now.

I could see she was having a tough internal struggle. But I said directly, "It's okay, it's just the two of us now, you're still my aunt, no one else will know."

My aunt thought for a moment and nodded.

We went to the bathroom, and I turned on the heater. My aunt came in then, still wearing her pajamas.

I chuckled, "How can you give an oil massage while wearing this?"

My aunt said shyly, "Turn around. "

I turned around, then came back a moment later. A surge of impulse overwhelmed me; the goddess had disarmed herself completely and was lying on the bed.

It wasn't the right time yet. I controlled my breathing and took the opportunity to pull off my shorts, beginning to massage the goddess.

Actually, a woman's back is very sensitive; they really enjoy the feeling of being caressed.

I started with my aunt's back, slowly massaging. The lubrication of the oil, combined with the warmth of my hands, gradually made her lose herself in the moment, her breath becoming increasingly heavy. A sense of intimacy had already risen... I slowly

took the goddess's hand.

Auntie's hands were long and slender, lacking the smoothness of a young girl's, but possessing a unique charm.

I gently stroked her hands, moving towards her shoulders.

Instead of focusing on her vital points, I moved towards her feet, carefully massaging her from top to bottom.

Suddenly, I noticed a trickle of fluid flowing from Auntie's thigh—her arousal fluid.

I increased the pressure, and my penis slowly hardened.

I gripped her buttocks, slowly parting her legs.

Auntie resisted slightly.

I said, "Your thighs need a massage too."

Hearing this, she fell silent.

I massaged her thighs, my hands lightly touching the edge of her pubic hair.

Auntie's body grew hot, and she gripped the sides of the bed; she was aroused.

Seeing this, I stopped my advances. Auntie seemed uncomfortable and asked why I had stopped.

I smiled and said, "My hands are a little tired; I want to rest." "

My fourth aunt replied dejectedly, 'Then rest for a while, or you can sit on the bed and rest for a bit.'

The bed was large enough to fit two people.

Hearing this, I sat on the edge of the bed, close to my fourth aunt, asking her how she was feeling while casually massaging her.

My fourth aunt didn't say anything, but just tightened her legs, and her breathing became uneven.

I said, 'Fourth aunt, I'm tired, I want to lie down for a while, is that okay?'

My fourth aunt said, 'Sure, you can lie down.' " I

lay down next to my fourth aunt, my hands on her back.

Surprisingly, she didn't resist, still keeping her legs tightly closed.

I smiled; it seemed she was waiting, waiting for the heat to arrive.

While continuing to massage her back, I slowly climbed onto her, gently pressing down on the goddess.

The goddess sighed, releasing her hands.

I grasped her hands, brushed her hair aside with my head, rubbed my cheek against hers, and licked her earlobe.

My fourth aunt swayed restlessly.

I remained unhurried. After a while, the goddess on top of me began to sway uneasily.

I whispered, "Give me your mouth."

My fourth aunt turned sharply and kissed me.

Her lips were so soft, her tongue so soft; the kiss lasted a full three minutes.

My aunt glanced at me, buried her head in her hair, and fell silent again.

"Time to get down to business." I slowly brought my penis closer, to that long-awaited peach blossom cave, finding it already overflowing with sweet fluid. For a ripe peach, there's no need to be stingy, just enjoy it to the fullest.

I thrust in all the way: "So warm, so wet..."

There was no gentle, shallow thrusting, only continuous mechanical movement.

The goddess on top of me was moaning, and I was howling. In less than five minutes, her honeyed cave was filled with white fluid.

I held her tightly, our fingers intertwined, and she was also enjoying this blissful moment.

Thirty minutes later, my aunt, having finished showering, came to the sofa wearing a bathrobe and a flushed face.

Her eyes were filled with complex emotions, but I knew she had succumbed to reality; the door of desire that should have been opened long ago had already been opened.

I lifted my bathrobe, pointed to my now-erect penis, and laughed, "It still wants more."

My aunt didn't reply, but grabbed my penis with her hand and began to suckle it with all her might.

Another blissful moment.

The remaining days were happy, though occasional fears and worries lingered. The absence of acquaintances here provided the best protection.

All the dreams the goddess had once held in her mind had come true.

I knew she was no longer my fourth aunt; she was my woman.

[The End]

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