My First Spa Treatment for a Single Woman - The Final Chapter of My Aunt's Story

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After my aunt gave me a handjob last time, our relationship became much closer. In a young boy's mind, I probably already considered her my girlfriend. This feeling was especially strong after my uncle came back. Whenever they made love behind the curtain, accompanied by my aunt's moans and my uncle's deep breathing, my curiosity turned into a sour feeling. Finally, a week later, my uncle went back to work. Like a young couple separated for a short time, I ran home after school, pounced on my aunt, and she laughed, saying, "You're like a little wolf in heat! Aren't you embarrassed?" I didn't care anymore and reached out to touch her breasts. My aunt cried out, slightly annoyed, "Why are you squeezing so hard? It hurts! I didn't realize you were so strong despite your small stature." I thought, "My back is sore from rehearsals these past few days (my aunt works at the cultural center, so I sometimes have to practice my posture), I'll give you a massage."

How should I massage her? I asked sheepishly, "Back then, I didn't understand that when a woman lets you massage her, it's like giving you a key to unlock her desires. That's why I still insist on recommending that couples start their first threesome or swapping session at a spa. Anyway, my aunt pulled my hand and put it on her waist, saying, 'Give me a few massages here.' I was standing on the edge of the bed while my aunt was lying down, so I just massaged her with my palm without any pain or discomfort. After a few massages, I asked, 'Auntie, is this how it's done?'" "Is it comfortable?" My aunt hummed in agreement. At that moment, I don't know where the mischievous thought came from, but after massaging her, I pulled open her clothes and slipped my hands inside, directly touching her back. My aunt seemed unprepared; her body trembled slightly, but her body quickly told me she wasn't averse to it. I rhythmically massaged her waist and surrounding area from the outside in. After a few massages, I felt like my aunt had fallen asleep, so my hands slowly began to explore upwards, gradually reaching the edge of her bra. Bras back then were different from those now; they were made of fabric and didn't have underwires or feel as tight. Also, my hands weren't very big then, so I could slowly slip them under the bra to touch her. As soon as I touched her smooth skin, my aunt reacted, "You little pervert, you're being naughty again! I asked you to massage me, and you're touching me again!" But this time, despite her words, my aunt didn't stop. What I mean is, I paused for a moment, then ignored it and continued to touch upwards. Finally, my fingers touched the center—her nipple. What a wonderful thing it was! My aunt's nipple was quite large, a bit like a lollipop, round. I rubbed and played with it with my fingers, and my aunt seemed to react, because I heard the moans that only she and my uncle made when they were doing that. At that moment, I suddenly felt incredibly proud, incredibly manly. Of course, my fingers moved harder and harder in sync with her breathing. At this point, I had lost control, and my other hand also reached for my aunt's buttocks. I've always thought women's buttocks were particularly beautiful, and even now I still like big, round, white buttocks. I think it must be because of my aunt's influence. At that time, I didn't know what a woman's vagina was like or how to play with it. I thought the buttocks were a woman's last secret, so... My hand only reached her buttocks and then stopped. My aunt seemed quite satisfied with my actions; her body began to tremble slightly, her moans turning into soft groans. Her buttocks slowly arched to match the trembling of her body. If it were now, my hands would definitely have reached down to her vulva, my mouth would have pressed against that warm, tender flesh, licking, stirring, and savoring the most delicious part of a woman's body. But back then, I didn't know any of that. Just as I hesitated, my aunt suddenly grabbed my hand and pulled it down. My hand touched her private area, covered by a layer of hair, with a groove in the middle. My fingers rubbed back and forth in that groove. At this moment, my aunt let out a soft cry. I thought I had hurt her and stopped. My aunt said urgently, "Right there! Auntie's itchy there, can you help me?" I rubbed it a little, and then continued doing the same thing. I think this kind of thing between men and women is innate. After playing around for a while, I discovered there was another hole there, and my finger could fit inside. I played with it, thrusting in and out. As I played, it seemed like my aunt was getting wet. I thought she needed to pee, so I asked her if she needed to go to the toilet. My aunt just said three words: "Don't stop." By this time, my aunt's pants were basically down. How could a fourteen or fifteen-year-old boy like me resist in this situation? I quietly unzipped my own pants, imagining my uncle on top of my aunt, and I mounted her too. My aunt gasped and sat up in surprise, asking me what I was doing. I said I wanted to play with my aunt like my uncle did. My aunt laughed and said, "That won't do. I'm your aunt. We can't do that. This is something only husband and wife can do." If you're a good girl, your aunt will help you with your genitals. But this time, while she was helping me, she also let me touch her breasts. We felt each other's physical stimulation, and I quickly ejaculated.
After that, I would often intentionally or unintentionally ask my aunt if she wanted a massage, and she would often give me a handjob in return. This continued until I graduated from junior high and went to high school in the city. Then my uncle's company went bankrupt, and he moved back home. We stopped. You might be disappointed, but this is the truth; we didn't have a real sexual relationship. It's not like those stories online about people having sex with their aunts or older sisters. I think most of those stories are fabricated. Women's moral consciousness was very strong back then, especially regarding incest.
My aunt's figure has noticeably plumped up. I visited her last week, and it's all because of the 69 thing. I just imagine her buttocks under her skirt must be incredibly fat and soft; I think about that big bottom all day. I don't know if I should try to see how she reacts, or just leave her alone.
Thank you to anyone who enjoyed this story. I'm a handsome, well-mannered guy from Kunshan who loves spas and has an MBA. I can offer you and your spouse a different sexual experience. Please mention "69" when you add me.

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