Aunt was played with until she knelt down and begged for mercy.

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Since that ambiguous encounter with my aunt, our relationship seems to have grown much closer. Neither side of the family seems to be acting strangely; they just praise my improved manners and say our relatives are more sophisticated in their social interactions. This is a reasonable excuse for our frequent meetings. On weekends, I'll bring fish, shrimp, and fruit to visit, and my aunt will come to our house to see the children. It's as if nothing has happened; everyone seems happy and harmonious. Sometimes I wonder if it's just a dream.
Early the following year, my family bought a shop in the city center. The tenant quit shortly after renovations, so I converted it into a convenience store. Unexpectedly, business boomed, and I often had to help out. When things got too busy, I'd ask my aunt to do some chores. After we finished, we'd go out to eat together, and then I'd drive her home. My aunt prefers this kind of lifestyle. When she was younger, her family wasn't well-off, so she took care of everything, which led to their current success. Now that the children are grown and her husband is busy with school, she gets bored at home all the time. She doesn't like square dancing or playing cards; she prefers being busy. I felt quite fulfilled, and I really admire my aunt's spirit—hardworking, kind, and gentle. I told her that my uncle is so lucky to have married such a gentle and virtuous woman like her. My aunt replied, "You don't know, we argue every day at home. I can't stand his temper; he's so weak and not like a real man." I said, "Aunt, what do you mean by weak?" My aunt realized what I meant and slapped me, saying, "You're so young, yet you're so lecherous! You dare to flirt with your aunt!" I laughed and said, "How could I dare? You're my goddess too. I admire you." My aunt said somewhat sadly, "It's a pity I'm getting old. In a few years, I'll be a grandmother. Life goes by so fast; I don't know what I'm striving for."
But man proposes, God disposes. Suddenly, it rained heavily for over ten days. Not only did the shop have no business, but the goods in the warehouse were flooded, resulting in a loss of about 30,000 to 40,000 yuan. Those few days were spent busy inventorying and returning stock. Fortunately, our long-term suppliers were supportive and took back a lot of slightly damaged goods. My aunt came to help, but when she was on her way home that evening, her car broke down. It was raining heavily, and she received a call from home saying it wasn't safe to go home because of the heavy rain. On her way back to the shop, I passed a flower shop and, on a whim, bought a bouquet. When I gave it to my aunt, she was surprised. She said, "Are you giving this to your wife? Why are you giving it to me?" I said it was just a coincidence that I was passing by, and I wanted to express my gratitude for all these days. My aunt laughed and said, "I haven't received flowers in over ten years. You're so thoughtful. Your wife must be very happy with you."
There was only one small quilt in the shop that night. Seeing the rain getting heavier, my aunt said, "Don't wait any longer, let's find a place to stay. It'll be dawn soon. Don't worry about the small amount of money; catching a cold is awful." I was more than willing, but I insisted on getting two rooms. My aunt said, "Stop arguing, just get one." The receptionist looked at us with smiles as we went up, but my aunt said, "Ignore them." In the room, there was a narrow tatami mat by the window, so I lay down and slept. My aunt played on her phone in bed and even video-chatted with my uncle. He said, "I'm relieved you and your nephew are together," which made me feel a little ashamed.
The night grew deeper, and the dark sky was occasionally filled with thunder. The only sound in the room was breathing. I didn't know if my aunt was asleep. The events of that day at her house flashed before my eyes. After a long while, a flash of lightning suddenly struck, seemingly very close to us. My aunt sat up abruptly. I quickly asked what was wrong. She hesitated for a moment, then said she went to the bathroom. When she came back, she lay down on the bed. Neither of us could sleep, and we had nothing to say. After a long silence, my aunt said, "Why don't you lie down on the side of the bed? The blanket is big enough, and it's cool by the window." I declined twice but finally lay down. My aunt said, "Go to sleep, we have to work tomorrow." Looking at the dim ceiling, I heard moaning coming from another room. The woman was moaning wildly, as if it were coming from next door. Looking at my aunt's long, black hair, and the curves of her waist and hips like undulating mountains, I couldn't resist and hugged her shoulders. I tried to pull her away but couldn't. My aunt said, "What are you doing?" I told her, "Auntie, I really miss you. I think about you every day." She pushed my hand away, saying, "No, it's impossible. Go sleep by the window, or I'll leave." I steeled myself and hugged her waist. She reacted strongly. During the struggle, I tried to touch her breasts, but my hand was pressed down under her bra and I couldn't go in. We were locked in a stalemate. Then I remembered she was wearing new sweatpants during the day, and on a whim, I shoved my hand inside. She hadn't expected such a direct approach and didn't react immediately. I covered her labia and started rubbing her clitoris. She trembled, panting, and said, "No!" Her legs clamped tightly together, which only increased the pleasure. She grabbed my wrist but let me insert my fingers. Suddenly, I felt a wet, hot sensation, like catching a frog as a child—very slippery. She opened her mouth wide, as if she were suffocating, still murmuring, "No." "I can't let your uncle down," I thought, but my body tensed up more and more, my nails almost digging into my flesh. Finally, my aunt let out a long, mournful moan, her genitals involuntarily thrusting upwards. I thought, since things have come to this, I might as well go all the way and give her a thrill. I pulled her pants and underwear down to her ankles. My aunt was still dazed, so I licked her. She tried to push me away, but I wouldn't get up. The mature woman's pungent smell in my mouth made me feel like I was going to explode. My aunt said, "No, I just peed, I haven't washed, it's too dirty." I swallowed and said, "It's okay, I like any of your fluids." My aunt ran her fingers through my hair, stroking it. I sucked on her clitoris while swirling my fingers inside, making my aunt's thighs tingle with goosebumps. With her other hand, she played with the breasts of my dreams, pinching and kneading her grape-like nipples, even... I licked my aunt's anus, and she gasped. My tongue began to probe deeper. The rain outside was intermittent, and my aunt's figure undulated like waves. This was a once-in-a-lifetime opportunity. Without giving her time to think, I thrust my hard penis directly into her wet vagina. My aunt seemed to suddenly realize what was happening and pushed me away forcefully, which only made the next insertion go even deeper. My aunt was very tall for a woman. I hugged her neck and gently kissed her face, feeling tears streaming down her face. I licked away her tears, and my speed increased. I knew that if you didn't make a woman like my aunt reach a full orgasm, things would be very troublesome afterward. So, for those of you who want to have sex with women, you need to be strong yourself. You not only need the spirit of "showing your sword," but without an Italian cannon, you can't expect to fight the Yamamoto Regiment with bayonets. The only sounds in the room were the sounds of penises colliding and vaginas pounding. We were basically only wearing socks. My aunt's body began to relax, gently holding my arm, enduring one thrust after another. Her face turned to one side was her last act of defiance, but what was coming was inevitable. The all-out thrusting was almost agonizing. Women are so strange; even though that's the most delicate place, the wild, beast-like thrusting can make them feel incredibly aroused. Until I reached the deepest part of her vagina, sending every last drop of my semen into her depths. Then I realized my knees were already chafed raw. We were both like souls ripped out, silently feeling my penis shrink and retract inside. I could feel my aunt trying to clench it tightly, trying not to let it out. A large amount of our fluids flowed out. My aunt softly said, "Get up, my anus is all wet, it hurts. I want to turn on the light." My aunt pushed my hand away and said, "Don't turn it on." Suddenly, I felt a little shy. She said, "I'll go wash up, you wash up too." The light on the glass door came on, and the sound of running water filled the air. Looking at my sticky penis, I suddenly... Then another idea popped into my head, and I pushed the door open and went in. My aunt said, "Get out!" I said, "No, we've already gone that far, what's wrong with us showering together?" My aunt angrily said, "You're really going too far," but she couldn't resist my advances. Water flowed over our bodies, and my aunt, who had tried her best to be reserved, finally opened her mouth and sucked on my tongue. The intense kiss quickly made me feel hot again. My aunt lathered up the shower gel and carefully scrubbed my penis, even washing my testicles very thoroughly. My aunt is a clean woman, and her house is always very spotless, which is what makes a man feel happy. Fang, after rinsing off the foam, I was still suckling at her breast. My aunt patted my bottom, and I immediately understood. We dried off together and went back to bed. My aunt stroked my head like she loved a child, sighing and saying, "I must have owed you something in my past life, and I can never clear my name in this one." She kissed my earlobe and hugged me, saying, "I only have your uncle as a man; you're the second." I said, "Really?" My aunt said, "Yes." I never expected this; it feels like the sky is falling. I said, "It's not that bad. Can my uncle satisfy you?" My aunt pinched my cheek. "Tell me, what are you thinking, you little pervert?" I said, "I'm just curious. All men are curious." Or, "What do you feel is different between me and him?" Auntie said, "Different. How should I put it? It's a woman's feeling. You're so special to me. Even the touch of your finger on my skin makes me want to orgasm. I want everything about you. I can reach climax in every position. He's just the normal type, doing things normally. He didn't orgasm often when he was younger. Now we're an old married couple. But with you, just once, I completely gave you everything. I belong to you inside and out. It's unforgettable." I asked her, "Have you ever tried masturbation?" She leaned against my chest and said, "It hurts a lot. I tried but it didn't work. It's uncomfortable without water." I asked, "Can you try it with me?" She looked at me firmly and said, "I'm willing. I'd do anything for you." I said, "I was just saying that. It might not be comfortable." She asked, "What else do you like?" I said, "I like you eating it." She said, "I rarely use my mouth. I don't know why, but it feels dirty." I said, "Then don't force yourself." She said, "But I want to eat yours." I sat on the windowsill, the pale yellow light of the bedside lamp illuminating her curves. Who would imagine that such a graceful and virtuous middle-aged woman was vigorously lying between the legs of a younger man, doing something so filthy and obscene? Under my direction, she swallowed his testicles, switching sides. I asked her if she was happy, and she said, "Yes, eating my man's testicles and penis makes me so happy." Suddenly, I had a sudden thought and asked, "Can I take a picture of you?" She looked at me and said, "Do you want to take a picture? I've never done that before. Even your uncle wanted to, but I scolded him away." I said I wanted to see her lewd appearance. She turned and handed me her phone, saying, "Go ahead and take the picture." I said, "Aren't you afraid it might leak out? That wouldn't be good." My aunt said, "I'm not afraid of leaks. Let them know I'm your woman. I'm not even afraid of divorce, as long as you want me to be your woman." I said, "Okay, but don't get a divorce." My aunt said, "Hmm, I'm just saying that. Don't get a divorce either. What we've done is already very bad. I'm older than you. If anything happens, I'll take full responsibility. I won't blame you." I kissed my aunt, "No, I won't let you get hurt." My aunt kissed me fiercely and said, "Hurry up, I want your cock. You have to shoot me to death today. You have to fuck me to death."
By almost noon the next day, we had barely slept. I could hardly believe that something like ten times in one night was possible. We were like animals in mating season, and by the end, I couldn't ejaculate anymore. It was as if my penis was permanently inside her; I barely pulled out. My aunt was completely exhausted, her white, jade-like body lying there, letting me explore every part of her. She could quickly reach orgasm, and I don't know how much fluid she had released. My aunt said, "I've broken through so many barriers today. Oral sex, sucking your asshole, making you ejaculate on my face, ejaculate inside my vagina, fucking your asshole, drinking your semen, making you ejaculate with my breasts—it's all so much. I never thought I'd do all of these things with you in my life." I said, "Mmm, Auntie, you're so good to me." My aunt said, "Don't call me Auntie." "Call me Li, that's my nickname." I said, "I didn't expect you to be so slutty." My aunt said, "Yeah, maybe you haven't been 'developed' before." I said, "I'll call you little slut Li." My sister-in-law excitedly hugged me and said, "Okay, call me slutty Li, I'll always be your slut." I said, "Then when you go home, you won't let him fuck you?" My aunt said, "I'll try my best. We only do it twice a month or two now." I said, "That's too bad. I can't let it affect our relationship." My aunt grabbed my penis and said, "Don't you go back and fuck my goddaughter too? My daughter is tighter and more tender than me. You'll definitely find me unattractive." "How often do you two do it?" I thought for a moment and said, "Sometimes two or three times a day, sometimes a week, it's not fixed." My aunt snorted and said, "I knew you two had done it a lot. Don't I know that girl, Little Y? Would she let you rest?" I said, "How do you know? We don't even live together. Why is she telling you this?" My aunt said, "You don't understand. Only women understand women. It's not something you can just say." I asked, "Auntie, have you ever shaved your pubic hair?" She said, "I've shaved it twice, but rarely. It's too itchy when it grows back." I said, "Now I'm going to shave you completely and write my name on your vulva. Let's see how you explain this when you get home." My aunt said, "Come on, if you dare, I dare." Looking at her smooth pubic area, I took out the marker from the shop. Although the shaved area was still quite dark, the writing effect was still quite obvious. My aunt said, "Carry me to the mirror. I can't see myself." I hugged my tall and strong aunt and held her up to the mirror like a child being held to pee. Sao Li was very satisfied. In such a lewd position in front of the mirror, she turned to me and said, "Honey, I want it again. What should I do?" I said, "I'll do it even if it kills me." Immediately, another round of passion ensued.
My aunt did indeed take the name I wrote home. As for the outcome, she never told me. We rarely talk about this on WeChat, after all, it's better to be careful. What I later learned from her completely shattered my worldview. Typing is really slow. To be continued.

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