A promiscuous family (Chapter 33)

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My lower body kept thrusting, and my hands were kneading my aunt's two large breasts. I have to say, my aunt's vagina was definitely much more comfortable than her anus. I felt that my aunt's anus was comparable to my aunt's. It was hard to imagine what my aunt had been through before.

"Ha... um... this won't get me any information..." my aunt gasped, though she was very clear-headed.

Hearing this, I lifted my aunt's two long legs and put them on my shoulders, continuing to thrust, and replied, "This is just the beginning, get ready for the torture."

My aunt didn't reply, closing her eyes to enjoy it. I stroked my aunt's thighs with both hands, my lower body thrusting loudly, and my aunt moaned in response. Actually, I could tell that my aunt wasn't the kind of woman who would be driven to madness and blurt out everything. I guess it's because my uncle had taken my aunt to too many of those kinds of events. After all, there are all sorts of bosses there, and you can't just blurt out everything after an orgasm. Of course, this is just my own opinion, and it's also possible that my aunt is naturally more tolerant. So actually, I didn't intend to really ask my aunt if she had ever played with a stun gun or anything like that. Given her experience, I'd believe anything she said she'd played with; there was no need to delve into those things. I asked this question just to distract her, so my uncle wouldn't keep affecting her mood.

After thrusting for a while with her legs spread, my aunt closed her eyes, looking very comfortable. I took the opportunity to lower her legs, lean down so her legs were in an M-shape, and started thrusting vigorously with both hands on the bed. Of course, I wasn't going to ejaculate; I'd already ejaculated so many times, the feeling had already subsided. I just wanted to catch my aunt off guard and give her an orgasm.

Sure enough, it worked. My aunt's moans rose higher with my thrusts, one hand gripping my arm and the other pulling at the sheets. The familiar feeling returned, and my aunt orgasmed.

As my aunt reached her climax, I asked, "Will you tell me or not?"

"Ah...no...ah...I won't tell..." Her moans were tinged with her firm refusal. Seeing her face contorted with ecstasy, yet her words still so insistent, I found it somewhat amusing. I slowed my thrusting and pulled out. My aunt rolled over to her side, and I aimed, inserting myself again while she lay there, moving slowly, my hands resting on her buttocks.

"Is that all the torture you've used?" she asked after recovering.

"There's more to come," I replied with a smile.

My aunt got up, straddled me, and pinned me down, pinching my cheek as she said, "Watch me." She then began to writhe again; she was truly skilled at riding. I lay on the bed, closing my eyes and enjoying the moment, my hands caressing her body.

"Let me think of a question. What kind of question won't you easily answer?" she asked, writhing between her legs.

"What is there that you don't know, Aunt?" I quickly replied.

"You've got a lot of secrets, kid." My aunt wriggled against me, pouting with one finger as she pondered something. I have to say it again, beautiful women are attractive no matter what they do, and this action of hers instantly aroused my lust.

"I've got it. Besides our family, which other women have you slept with?" My aunt stared at me from above, laughing as she asked. "Let's make this clear: either you answer with your willpower, or you lie. If I find out you're lying, you can forget about ever touching me again."

"I swear, I absolutely won't lie," I swore, holding up three fingers. "So I refuse to answer."

"Then you'll have to stick to it," my aunt laughed, grabbing my hands that were touching her and pressing them onto the bed. "Don't touch me until you answer."

I watched as my aunt's large, white breasts swayed wildly in front of me with her movements, but I could only look, not touch.

"No, Auntie, you're cheating! Why won't you let me touch you?" I complained.

“I didn’t say you can’t touch me, just answer. After you answer, you can touch me however you want,” my aunt replied.

“Then I’d better not.” I said, lying on the bed like a dead fish.

“Fine, how about this, you answer another question and I’ll let you touch me.” My aunt suddenly laughed when she saw my expression. “Don’t worry, I actually have more or less the answer to this question. I’m just confirming it and giving you a chance.”

I nodded in agreement.

“Have you slept with Xiaoli?” my aunt asked. “Actually, I can guess.” Then my aunt added.

“Yes, I have.” I nodded. Actually, I wasn’t very surprised that my aunt knew these things. After all, we had attended the family gathering together and had seen everything. It was only a matter of time before they became mother and son.

My aunt wasn’t very surprised either. She nodded and asked, “What did it feel like?”

“That’s another question. Why don’t you think about what else you can do for me?” I interrupted, grabbing my aunt’s pair of swaying breasts again, but this time I cherished them, caressing and kneading them inch by inch.

"You little rascal, you're even trying to bargain with me now," Auntie laughed, continuing to writhe. Gradually, I began to experience different sensations. Auntie's vagina seemed to be gripping tighter and tighter, sucking and pulsating, as if many mouths were sucking at my lower body, making me feel like I was being sucked in. I remembered feeling this way the first time I made love with Auntie, but I hadn't felt it since. I had a slight feeling when Auntie was on top of me before, but it wasn't as intense as this. This was the feeling—the feeling from the first time I made love with Auntie that made me unforgettable.

Auntie's vagina became increasingly wet, making me gasp for breath. After a short while, with a "pop," Auntie got up and pulled out. The feeling vanished instantly. It didn't feel like being doused with cold water, but rather like being doused with gasoline while I was already aroused—a burning, unbearable discomfort.

Of course, although it was uncomfortable, men are generally more rational than women in this regard, and I could still handle it. However, to make Auntie happy, I chose not to retain my rationality.

"Auntie, Auntie, come back quickly, I'll tell you everything," I urged, panting.

"You go first," Auntie said with a smile, panting as well. I guessed she wasn't feeling well either.

"It's too long, Auntie, trust me, let's do it first, I'll tell you slowly after we're done," I pleaded.

"Tell me the names first!" Auntie continued.

"Sister-in-law Junjun, Auntie from Third Aunt's family, Aunt Ping, that's all, really, Auntie, come quickly, let me in, I really can't take it anymore." I rattled off all the names, not caring whether Auntie recognized them or not. I was actually still somewhat rational at first, but now this dragging on was really making me lose my mind.

After I finished speaking, Auntie didn't delve any further into who these people were. Finally, she mounted me again and sat down, the comfortable feeling enveloping me once more. Auntie and I couldn't help but let out a long sigh of relief. We had been holding back our desire for a long time. Auntie moved on top, and I wasn't going to be outdone below, thrusting upwards to meet her, showing a tendency to take the initiative.

My aunt and I battled like this for a while, and finally I brought her to orgasm. Although she was defeated, my desire hadn't completely subsided. I don't know if it was because I had ejaculated so many times before, or because of what my aunt had just done, but I felt like I could hold on a little longer.

Silently enduring the repeated thrusts inside my aunt's vagina, I slowly waited until her orgasm was almost over before suddenly getting up, kneeling on the bed and straightening up. My aunt didn't hesitate at all and knelt down to get into position. At this point, I had to admire my aunt's professionalism again. Most other women need me to give them some hints before they know what to do, but my aunt didn't need that. Even when her mind was still foggy from the orgasm, she could subconsciously anticipate the movements.

I held my aunt's buttocks and immediately thrust back in. I could still feel the afterglow of her orgasm inside her, and her lower body was already dripping wet.

Without any tenderness, I began a series of rapid thrusts as soon as I entered. My aunt's moans immediately returned, accompanied by crisp impact sounds and the soft popping sounds that only come from being so wet.

"Ah...it's coming...again...ah...it's coming again..." With my aunt's moans, the orgasm that had been gradually subsiding rose again. With each thrust, water splashed out, soaking both my aunt and me on the lower body, and the sheets were also soaked. As my aunt's orgasm returned, I stopped thrusting, savoring the passion inside her. When her orgasm gradually subsided, I thrust again, sending her to another orgasm. I noticed that my aunt's body became particularly sensitive at this time; each thrust would bring her to orgasm after only a few strokes, and even touching her body would cause her to tremble.

This repeated three times until my aunt was completely exhausted. Her arms could no longer support her upper body, her face was buried deep in the pillow, but her buttocks were still stubbornly raised high to withstand the impact, and only moans could be heard from her mouth.

Finally, I couldn't hold on any longer either, and I ejaculated along with my aunt during another orgasm. After I finished, I slumped onto the bed, while my aunt was still immersed in the sea of orgasm, her legs were straight, her toes were tightly clenched, and her body was trembling, but there were no moans, only panting sounds. I

had been lying there for quite a while and was almost asleep when my aunt got up. I had thought that my aunt would have been too tired to continue sleeping, since that was the case in the past.

My aunt was obviously very tired after getting up, but her complexion was still good. After all, my aunt must have participated in an even more intense battle.

My aunt pinched my back hard and scolded me angrily, "You brat, you're killing me! Where did you learn all this?"

The pinch instantly snapped me out of my daze, and I stood up, laughing, "Didn't you say you were going to interrogate me? Of course I'll cooperate!"

"It's getting late, I'm not going to waste time with you. Take a shower and go to sleep. You go first, I'll change the sheets." My aunt didn't continue the conversation; she was clearly tired. Looking at the time, it was past 10:30. I remembered that my aunt and I arrived around 7:00, so including lunch, we'd been up for three hours.

Hearing this, I nodded and went to shower. Halfway through, my aunt came in; she must have changed the sheets. After I finished showering, I helped my aunt shower. During this time, she was truly in "sage mode," washing me from head to toe, including between her legs, without a single ulterior motive.

After we finished showering, we made a blanket, and without any further conversation, my aunt and I quickly fell asleep.

I slept until after eight in the morning. My aunt got up first, then woke me up.

"Hurry up and get ready, have some breakfast. I need to take you back to school around nine. If you're late, it'll be hard to explain to your mom," my aunt instructed as she dressed.

I obediently got up, dressed, and got ready. What if I was late for school and my mom got upset and wouldn't allow me and my aunt to go out alone anymore? So I didn't procrastinate and quickly got ready. Looking at everything in the room—the chair by the French windows, the comfortable sofa, the semi-transparent bathroom, and the sheets my aunt had changed and crumpled up—everything pointed to a truly blissful night.

After getting ready, my aunt took me to the hotel restaurant for breakfast. During the breakfast, I saw Xiaoyan again. My aunt was clearly in a good mood; after a good night's rest, she no longer felt the fatigue she had the previous night. She seemed to have forgotten the explanations I gave for the names she asked me last night. She probably didn't recognize any of the three people, maybe only Aunt Ping. But since she didn't ask, I didn't say anything more; after all, it was her who forgot to ask. Anyway, I kept my promise. After breakfast, my aunt drove me back to school.

As soon as I got back, Xiaowei immediately asked me, "What did you do last night?"

"I wasn't feeling well, so I went home for the night," I replied casually.

"Was it really that you weren't feeling well, or was it something down there that made you go home…?" Xiaowei whispered.

"What are you thinking about? Instead of wasting time fantasizing, you should be thinking about how to win over Aunt Ping," I laughed.

"I guess I'll only ever be able to dream about it," Xiaowei sighed.

A few more days passed, and the holiday arrived. After returning home, I first caught up on the major events of the past few days. First, we had originally planned to resume the monthly gathering on the 15th, but since Brother Qian and Sister-in-law Nan were still there, and Uncle San and Brother Chao were unavailable, and Uncle Er and Uncle Da seemed to be busy with something, and Brother Song was away on a business trip, and my parents had probably been spending too much time with Aunt Ping lately, they weren't very interested in attending, so the gathering was postponed again. I didn't really care about that, because I wasn't that interested either. After all, that night with my aunt a few days ago was just too wonderful. Although I've rested for a few days, I'm not as sexually aroused as I was when I came back from the holiday. So, I'll just take a good rest this weekend. Oh, and I also heard something else. Director Liu from the next village, the one who used to run a factory and buy insurance and had a fling with the old lady, I heard that his factory has recently run into some serious problems.

After showering and eating, I logged onto my account and played a few games with Xiaowei and some other classmates. Around 9 PM, Xiaowei finished a game and immediately logged off, not replying to my messages. We were all quite confused. We thought, "I didn't mess with him, and even if I did, Xiaowei is usually very good-natured." Then I thought of Aunt Ping. Could it be that Aunt Ping had already started making her move?

After scrolling through my phone for a while, around 11 PM, Xiaowei sent me a message. It was a video. When I opened it, the video was quite blurry, a completely dark mess. I could barely make out two pale bodies colliding with each other. There were sounds of a man's panting, a woman's moans, and familiar slapping sounds. I could clearly hear Xiaowei and Aunt Ping's voices. I really didn't expect Aunt Ping to make her move so quickly.

"Have you finished watching? I'll delete it after you finish watching, otherwise it won't be able to delete it." Xiaowei then sent another message.

"Finished watching, that's impressive. How did you do that?" I replied.

After sending the message, Xiaowei immediately withdrew the video call and replied, "With my courage, I just went for it."

"Speak plainly!" I knew Xiaowei was definitely bragging; for him to dare to force himself on Aunt Ping was truly outrageous.

"Actually, I'm still a bit dazed. I just finished playing games when my mom suddenly came to my room, and then she was really direct. After that, she told me to improve in my next exam, and then she went back to her room. I don't know what happened." Xiaowei replied.

I thought to myself, you don't know, but I do. You should thank me properly; I'd be more than willing to kowtow to you.

I typed, "How did it feel?" "

It was amazing. I did it three times. I'll never forget this feeling." Xiaowei replied.

"Is there any follow-up?" I asked.

"My mom said that as long as my grades improve, she can give me money every holiday." Xiaowei replied.

"Congratulations! You must be exhausted. Get some rest. I'm going to sleep too." I replied.

"I'm too excited to sleep right now. I even want to do it a few more times. Do you think I can succeed if I go to my mom's room now?" Xiaowei asked.

"Go ahead and try, I'm going to sleep," I replied.

Xiaowei didn't reply after that. I wondered if he really went to see Aunt Ping again. It seems my persuasion last time was quite effective; Aunt Ping took the initiative. Thinking about that blurry video and imagining Xiaowei and Aunt Ping, I slowly fell asleep.

I slept until after nine o'clock. I think I caught a bit of a chill last night; I have a slight cold.

After eating the leftover breakfast, my parents went to school for a teaching seminar, leaving me alone at home. I had a WeChat message from Xiaowei, sent about half an hour earlier: "I succeeded again! I slept directly in my mom's bedroom last night. It's true what they say, the bold get rich, the timid starve."

I gave him a thumbs up. Ever since Aunt Ping had her way with us last time, her desires have been very strong. I guess as long as it doesn't affect her grades, Xiaowei will give in to her if he asks.

Aunt Ping is probably at school for her meeting now too.

I played around for half the morning, went out for lunch, and then took a nap. When I woke up, my throat was a little sore, and my cold seemed to be getting worse, but thankfully I didn't have a fever or feel too bad. It seems it won't heal on its own, so I had no choice but to go to the village clinic this afternoon.

As soon as I arrived at the clinic, I heard a woman cursing inside, very fiercely.

Just then, an old woman came out of the clinic. I recognized her as a familiar face from the village and greeted her, "Grandma, what's going on inside?"

The old woman shook her head and said, "She's fighting with her husband again. They're arguing on the phone right now. I'll come back later."

After the old woman left, I really didn't want to make a wasted trip, so I went inside. There was only one woman inside, about forty years old, rather short, only a little over 1.5 meters tall, and very thin. She was the doctor at our village clinic, Liu Lihong. Everyone in the village called her Hong'er, but I had to call her Aunt Hong.

The story of Aunt Hong is quite complicated. She initially learned medicine from a doctor from another region named Lao Zhou. Lao Zhou was probably more than ten years older than Aunt Hong, and she always followed him around calling him "Master." Later, she married a man from another village and had a son and a daughter. The clinic was quite profitable, and life was wonderful. However, as the children grew up, her son looked more and more like Lao Zhou. After her husband made a fuss a few times, Lao Zhou ran away, and Aunt Hong divorced him. Fortunately, she had learned most of Lao Zhou's medical skills and was able to run her clinic on her own.

Later, Aunt Hong remained single for quite some time. Her two children mostly stayed with their maternal grandmother and weren't close to her. I heard recently that she found a live-in husband, but this husband seemed to be dishonest. He was not only lazy and didn't do any work, but he was also said to frequently beat people. It seemed that man had hit her again today, and then ran away. So Aunt Hong had been cursing him on the phone.

"You, surnamed Zhao, you've been eating and living in my house since you came here, what have you done? You fucking hit me... If you have the guts, don't hang up!" Aunt Hong started cursing as soon as she entered the door, but it seemed the other end had hung up.

Aunt Hong immediately and angrily redialed, and it took several tries to get through. As soon as she answered, Aunt Hong immediately cursed, "You, surnamed Zhao, you son of a bitch, weren't you pretty tough when you hit me? Now why are you hanging up like a coward?"

She didn't finish her curse before the other end hung up again. Aunt Hong cursed one more time before angrily throwing her phone onto the hospital bed.

"Aunt Hong, um... I need some cold medicine," I said softly.

Aunt Hong only noticed me after I spoke. Although the anger on her face hadn't subsided, she had tried to calm her tone as much as possible and asked, "Xiao Shi, what symptoms are you experiencing?"

"My throat is a little sore, nothing else. I probably just caught a chill last night," I replied.

"Sit down, let me see," Aunt Hong said, pointing to a chair on the side. After I sat down, Aunt Hong picked up a small wooden board and came over, walking with a slight limp.

"Aunt Hong, your leg?" I asked in a low voice.

Aunt Hong told me to open my mouth and put the wooden board in it while I spoke. I obediently did so. Then Aunt Hong continued, "That bastard beat me up. I was blind to have chosen such a scoundrel. He just loafs around all day, never earning a penny..." This question ignited Aunt Hong's anger again. She kept cursing the man, making me very embarrassed. Aunt Hong grew angrier and angrier, saying even more outrageous things, "He always thinks he's a man, but he can't even get an erection in bed. He can only last a few strokes before he's done. He's not even as good as a eunuch. I'll still be a widow every day if I marry him."

Aunt Hong's words made me even more embarrassed. I just wanted to grab the board and run. I didn't want to get involved in this kind of thing for a single penny.

After scolding for a while, Aunt Hong remembered she was at the doctor's and said, "It's not a big problem, just a little inflammation, some medicine will do."

I nodded immediately and waited for Aunt Hong to get me the medicine, but she sat down on the bed and said, "No, my foot hurts so much I can't stand it. I'll tell you where it is, you can get it from the medicine cabinet yourself."

I nodded in agreement and quickly got the medicine under Aunt Hong's directions, and also got her some medicine for sprains and bruises.

Thinking I finally got the medicine, I quickly paid and wanted to leave. I turned back and looked at Aunt Hong, and saw that she had taken off her shoe on one foot, and her ankle was red and swollen. She was bent over and struggling to apply the medicine to her ankle.

"Would it be more uncomfortable to put your foot up on your other knee?" I asked.

"My knee is injured too..." Aunt Hong's voice was very soft, mixed with hissing and panting from the pain.

I sighed and said, "Aunt Hong, let me apply it for you."

"No need, I'm a doctor, why would I need your help?" Aunt Hong quickly refused.

I went over and took the cotton swab from Aunt Hong's hand, squatted down and applied the medicine while saying, "Don't be so polite, if it really doesn't work, Aunt Hong can give me a discount this time."

"Take the money back, don't worry about the money." Aunt Hong said.

"Just kidding, it's just helping to apply medicine, why would I take money?" I laughed.

"You're quite considerate, which woman will be lucky to marry you in the future." The anger on Aunt Hong's face finally subsided, and she joked with a smile.

Soon the ankle was finished, and I said, "And the knee, right? Let me apply it too." As I said this, I tried to roll up Aunt Hong's pants, but then I realized something very embarrassing. Aunt Hong was wearing those leather pants with very narrow legs, and it was difficult to roll them up, let alone to the knees. In other words, if I wanted to apply it to her knees, I would have to take off her pants.

Aunt Hong clearly realized this too, and hurriedly shook her head, saying, "No need, I'll do it myself later. Can you help me apply it to my arm?" As she spoke, Aunt Hong took off her white coat, rolling up the sleeves to her shoulders. There was a bruise on her elbow, and then on her shoulder. It seemed this was from a fall. She quickly finished applying it to her elbow, leaving only a small section of her shoulder visible, the rest inside her clothes.

"I can't get it on my shoulder," I said, intending to leave. But Aunt Hong suddenly pulled down her collar, revealing half of her shoulder. I hadn't expected her to be so open. A flood of thoughts rushed through my mind. Aunt Hong was also a widow, similar to Aunt Ping. And her current husband... I wondered if what she said about him being impotent was true. If so, her desire was probably no less than Aunt Ping's. So, was Aunt Hong trying to seduce me? Should I take the initiative?

Actually, I wasn't that interested. Firstly, I had just had a passionate night with my aunt a few days ago. Secondly, although Aunt Hong fits my aesthetic of mature women, I'm not the same person who used to be easily swayed by women anymore. I've seen countless women now, and among them, I feel Aunt Hong would rank near the bottom. I think Aunt Hong is similar to Sister-in-law Junjun—petite, but compared to Sister-in-law Junjun, Aunt Hong's skin is fairer, and her breasts are larger, but she doesn't have Sister-in-law Junjun's coquettish charm or alluring energy.

After quickly applying lotion to Aunt Hong's shoulders, I asked again, "You got some for your back too?"

"Yes..." Aunt Hong nodded gently.

"Do you need help?" I continued.

"Is it alright?" Aunt Hong asked softly.

"Of course I can if you can," I laughed.

Aunt Hong, with her back to me, slowly lifted her shirt to reveal her back and the strap of her black bra. Her back injury was minimal. As I applied the ointment, I jokingly tugged at the bra strap and said, "It's getting in the way."

"Should I untie it?" Aunt Hong asked.

I was speechless at this, and quickly said, "No, no."

"What's wrong? If you think it's really in the way, you can untie it yourself," Aunt Hong laughed. She was clearly in a much better mood now, and was even joking with me.

"Then I'll go all the way and apply it to your knees too," I joked.

"That would be perfect," Aunt Hong readily agreed.

Soon, the ointment was finished on her back. I told Aunt Hong, and she slowly put down her clothes, then stood up and took off her leather pants in front of me. She pulled them down to her knees and sat on the bed, gesturing for me to apply the ointment. Aunt Hong had only taken off her pants; her white underwear was still covering her private area, revealing a hint of black.

"Help me apply it," Aunt Ping said with a smile.

Fortunately, I'm no longer the naive boy who couldn't control himself when he saw these things. I've seen plenty of naked people now, let alone pants, so it wouldn't really affect me...

I nodded in agreement and silently helped Aunt Hong apply the ointment. Of course, although it didn't attract me, I might as well take a look. I secretly examined Aunt Hong's thighs. Her skin tone was okay, just a bit rough, much like Aunt Ping's. Was it also because she lacked the nourishment of a man?

The ointment was finished, but I didn't signal to Aunt Hong. Aunt Hong didn't rush to pull up her pants either. I gently placed my hand on Aunt Hong's thigh. The feel was so-so. Just as I was thinking, I suddenly heard the door open outside. Someone had come!

Startled, I immediately pulled my hand back and stood up. Aunt Hong also got up and quickly pulled up her pants.

We left the cubicle, and another patient

came in for a checkup. I couldn't help but feel relieved that we had been in the inner cubicle and hadn't gone any further, otherwise I might not have been able to tidy up before the patient came in—I'd even forgotten to lock the door! Aunt Hong limped off to see the patient. My initial desire to get up was immediately extinguished by the fright, so I said goodbye to Aunt Hong and went home.

After lying down for a while, my parents still hadn't returned. Just then, my second aunt contacted me on WeChat, inviting me to go out that evening and saying she had a surprise for me.

Actually, I was still a bit irritated by Aunt Hong during the day, but thinking of my alluring second aunt, I readily agreed, not caring about my cold anymore.

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