The final ending

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The chirping of insects outside the window filled the air. I lay half-reclined on the bed, idly flipping through TV channels, barely paying attention to what was on, my ears filled with the rushing water from the bathroom next door.
My aunt had been in there for a while; judging by the timeline, she must have been washing her hair first, and now she was taking a shower. The showerhead sprayed a dense stream of water onto her beautiful face, her white neck, or her full breasts, flowing over her voluptuous body, gliding over her smooth skin, and trickling softly onto the floor. I could imagine my aunt's somewhat pale hands stroking her upturned face, letting the water droplets scatter across her skin, then gathering her wet hair, then sliding it over her shoulders, caressing her full breasts, admiring her own beauty, her heart filled with desire… If it were my hands, how would I caress you, my beautiful aunt?
I rarely see my aunt. My father's brothers, except for himself in our hometown, all live in other cities. My aunt usually only comes back two or three times a year. However, I have a deep impression of my aunt, not only because she always brought back lots and lots of delicious food when she came back, but also because of the ambiguous smile on her face when she spoke. Her laughter had a slightly deep tone, not very pleasant to hear, but her eyes were deep, and when she laughed, she would stare at you, making you feel that she had penetrated your heart, creating an unusual sense of closeness.
In my memory, my aunt was never a beauty. She had a large frame and a robust body; if she were in better health, she would be comparable to a man. However, my aunt's skin was very white, whiter than snow, even her hands were white. I hadn't really noticed this before, or perhaps her whiteness wasn't so obvious then, so I never noticed the beauty in my aunt until now, when I realized how alluringly white she was. The snow-white skin below her neck, cascading down her collar—how white her body must have been!
My attraction to my aunt began with an intimate encounter. That day, I went to pick up my aunt from her sister's house—her sister was married in a neighboring town. My aunt almost always visited her sister whenever she came back. Her sister had packed two boxes of local produce for her, which were tied to the back rack of the motorcycle, taking up some space on the back seat. After my aunt sat down, we realized the seat was a bit cramped. My aunt's legs were spread wide behind me, her legs pressed against mine, and more importantly, her ample breasts were pressing against my back. I shifted forward, but the situation didn't improve much. I was about to suggest getting off and re-tying the boxes to the back rack further back, but I swallowed the words. I was worried my aunt would ask for it. However, she didn't. She shifted her body slightly, leaning back a little, and simply said, "It's so tight." Her sister looked at her and comforted her, saying, "Yes, it's not very comfortable, but the journey isn't long, we'll be there soon." I was truly excited.
There was a short, bumpy dirt road in front of my aunt's sister's house. I liked the bumpy road. When the motorcycle started moving, my aunt's upper body didn't even touch my body because of her leaning back and my forward lean. However, during the bumps, her breasts pressed firmly against my back several times, and I could almost feel the fullness and suppleness of her breasts. After we reached a smooth road, my aunt shifted her position on the back seat, and I pretended to shift forward as well, but this time her breasts were still pressed against my back. My aunt tried to make conversation to avoid any awkwardness. I was happy with this; being relaxed allowed for greater contact between us, and the rise and fall of her breasts as she spoke was simply wonderful.
For the latter half of the journey, my aunt and I chatted happily, seemingly forgetting the extremely ambiguous relationship between our bodies. For a while, I could feel her body was very soft, almost pressed against my back, her body from the abdomen up against mine. I could even feel her body heat; her clothes seemed to have disappeared, and in a daze, we seemed to be naked together. That's when I got an erection. My aunt's hips were pressed against my buttocks, a warm sensation emanating from them. We didn't speak for a while, then she straightened up, moving away from my back, her chest pressing against me. She told me some funny stories, laughing so hard she shook, her soft breasts creating waves against my back. When we got home, my aunt got off the motorcycle with unusual speed. I knew she must have realized we might have looked a little "awkward." I felt both satisfied and disappointed. Thankfully, just as we arrived home, I intentionally or unintentionally slammed on the brakes, causing her body to press against my back once more.
The bathroom door creaked open, interrupting my chaotic thoughts; my aunt had come out of the shower. Her footsteps passed by my bedroom door without stopping, and even though I knew this was coming, I still felt a pang of disappointment.
My aunt went into her room. My parents were already asleep downstairs, and only my aunt and I were upstairs. Perhaps I should be an uninvited guest that night… but knowing it was unlikely, I felt empty inside.
Unexpectedly, my aunt went back to her room and soon came out to knock on my door. You can imagine how I felt when I heard her calling me from outside! My spirits lifted, like a defeated soldier seeing powerful reinforcements.
My aunt just came to ask to borrow my hairdryer. She shook her wet hair, smiling as she pushed open my half-closed door. She was wearing a white t-shirt, loosely clinging to her full figure, and thin, tight-fitting cotton sweatpants, clearly outlining her lower body. It was her pajamas, and combined with her post-bath allure, she was captivatingly beautiful. I couldn't help but get an erection again. However, she was my aunt, someone I could only see but not touch.
My aunt took the hairdryer and started drying her hair in my room while watching TV. She began to complain that I had moved the TV to her room, leaving her with nothing to watch. My aunt has lived in the city for a long time, so her schedule is different from back home; she's used to staying up late. My parents go to bed around 9 PM, and she's watching TV downstairs to avoid disturbing them, but the TV upstairs is in my room.
I realized that my aunt coming to my room to get her hairdryer was only one reason; she had another need—unfortunately, not a woman's need, but simply the need to kill time before bed—watching TV.
I've developed deep feelings for my aunt, and even spending a little more time with her makes me feel incredibly satisfied; the pleasure of these fantasies is no less than that of having sex. I tried my best to appear open and honest, saying to my aunt, "Then you can watch it here, what's the problem? I don't go to bed that early anyway." I tried to clear my mind and lower her potential guard.
My aunt hummed in response, neither agreeing nor disagreeing. I played hard to get, sitting on the bed without saying anything more. My aunt was drying her hair and asked me to change the channel. I changed several channels, finally finding a period drama, and she immediately told me to stop. I knew I had a chance, so I got out of bed and got her a chair. After drying her hair, my aunt put the hairdryer away on the table and sat down in the chair.
I casually asked her about the plot of the TV show, trying to keep her talking, while secretly glancing at her body and speculating about what kind of underwear she was wearing. Her bra was probably black, I could vaguely see it. As for her panties, were they white, red, or also black? Were they lace...?
My aunt suddenly kicked her feet and said, "So many mosquitoes!"
I quickly said, "Then I'll light some mosquito coils."
My aunt shook her head and said, "No, I can't stand the smell of mosquito coils. I might get dizzy from the fumes before the mosquitoes even arrive."
I pondered for a moment, then came up with an idea: "Then come to the bed, there's a sheet covering you, I'll sit in a chair."
My aunt smiled at me, "How can that be? It's not good."
Afraid she'd stop watching, I quickly got off the bed and said, "It's okay. I'm not afraid of mosquitoes."
My aunt still declined, "No need."
I stood next to her, letting her get into bed. My aunt said, "Oh dear, I told you you didn't need to. I'm going to sleep after this episode."
I said there was still a while, and insisted on standing next to her. My aunt couldn't refuse, and with a slightly embarrassed smile, she got into bed. After thinking for a moment, she said, "I have a sheet over there, can I bring it over to cover my feet?" I said it wasn't necessary. My aunt got up and said, "I'll go get it."
I quickly stood up and said, "I'll go, I'll go."
My aunt brought over a sheet and casually said, "Why don't you come to bed too?" A thought struck me, and I blurted out, "Okay." My aunt seemed surprised, as if she hadn't expected me to agree. Seeing me approach, she pulled her outstretched leg back and said, "You sit inside."
We sat side-by-side on the bed, each covered with a sheet, and watched the last episode of television. It was actually the last segment, only about ten minutes long, but to me it felt both incredibly long and incredibly short.
When the end credits rolled, my aunt stood up and said, "It's past ten o'clock, time for bed."
As she stood up, her buttocks protruded, and her taut outer pants clearly outlined the shape of her underwear in front of me. A surge of heat rose within me, and in a moment of impulsiveness, I grabbed her waist, pulled her down onto the bed, and laid her back down.
My aunt was shocked and cried out, "No, are you crazy? Don't do this!"
I covered her mouth with one hand, rolled over and pressed myself against her, panting as I whispered in her ear, "Auntie, I love you, I've missed you so much, I'd rather die than not make love to you."
My aunt was still struggling, making muffled sounds. I began to kiss her ears and her neck. My other hand slipped inside her clothes, caressing her body. My erect penis pressed proudly against the depths of my aunt's lower abdomen, fully prepared for the charge.
My aunt's body grew softer and softer under my pressure, and her muffled sounds grew fainter. I felt she was about to give up, and I loosened my grip on her mouth. My aunt pried my hand away and suddenly said, "The door, close the door."
I cupped my aunt's face and kissed her lips, saying, "It's okay, they're asleep, they won't come up." My aunt's lips were a little cold. She pushed me away, panting, "Go close it, or I won't give it to you."
I paused, jumped off the bed, and closed the door. Back on the bed, my aunt covered her chest with the sheet, looked at me, and said, "Liu'er, no, don't be impulsive. We can't do this; it will ruin us."
I was getting anxious, forcing myself to hold back, and said, "But I can't control myself. I'm afraid I might do anything." The last sentence was a threat, and after the threat, I seduced her: "Auntie, sleep with me tonight. Maybe we don't have to do *that*. Just smelling your scent would be enough for me." Taking advantage of her hesitation, I got on the bed and pushed her down again.
My aunt sighed and said, "Turn off the light."
I turned off the light, and the television's colors flickered in the room, creating a hazy, dreamlike atmosphere. I straddled my aunt, kissing her snow-white neck, my hands caressing her body. My aunt gradually began to moan. She began to lose control. I took off the t-shirt she was wearing. My aunt was indeed wearing a black bra underneath, exquisitely made and very sexy. Her body was incredibly white, whiter than I had imagined, and the black bra made her even more alluring. I kissed her body, unhooked her bra, and finally saw the two mounds of flesh that had haunted my dreams all day. White, still white, pale, as if beneath a thin, translucent layer of skin lay snow-white milk. I carefully touched them with my lips, afraid that showing my teeth would pierce them, and only dared to take them into my mouth when I gradually felt their resilience. My aunt was over forty; her breasts were somewhat saggy, but still quite full—people living in the city certainly know how to take care of themselves. I couldn't help but secretly marvel.
My aunt's moans gradually spread. Her body changed too; she arched her back, eagerly awaiting my advances: "Liu, give it to me... ah... come... come on..."
I pulled down her deep pants; her panties were red, embroidered with lace. I didn't remove them completely, just pulled one side aside. My aunt's lower body was already soaking wet. I easily entered her, my magnificent penis rubbing against the lace of her panties as it plunged deep into her core.
"Ah... so good... so deep... fuck me... ah... good man... you're so amazing... um... ah... so comfortable... good... good man... good... you're fucking me so deep... Aunt loves you... ah... deeper... oh... ah... God... oh..." My aunt moaned, clinging to me.
"Does it feel good?" I moved my hips, my right hand kneading my aunt's breasts—this wasn't the time for tenderness, but for ruthless action.
"Ah...oh...so good...so good...ah...Auntie loves you so much..."
Auntie's vagina wasn't very loose, but it was incredibly wet. I thrust hard for a few rounds, and her vaginal fluids splattered everywhere.
I dipped my finger in her fluids, put it in my mouth, and said to Auntie, "Auntie...you're so horny...look how much fluid you're producing."
"Hmm...oh...you're so amazing...Auntie can't take it anymore..." Auntie's expression was very seductive.
I was aroused by Auntie's moans, so I got up, pulled her up, and made her kneel and crawl, then thrust into her from behind. Auntie's buttocks were white and big, and I pressed against them, my penis penetrating deeply.
"Ah...so deep...ah...oh...too deep...ah...it's going all the way in...oh...oh..."
Auntie cried out loudly, her vaginal fluids soaking her panties. I grabbed her panties, like pulling on a horse's reins, and thrust inside her, my right hand reaching over her body to caress her breasts or slap her buttocks.
"Oh...oh...I can't take it anymore...oh...you're going to kill your aunt...oh..." My aunt's hands trembled, she could no longer hold on, her body went limp, and she collapsed onto the bed, but her buttocks were still sticking up.
I looked down at her, and could see my penis going in and out of her vagina, bringing up rings of red flesh, which aroused me even more. I held my aunt's waist tightly and thrust in and out vigorously. My aunt moaned incessantly. Suddenly, my glans tightened, and I quickly pulled out. When my penis came out of my aunt's vagina, there was a big, round, and deep hole in her sticking-out buttocks. The so-called hole was wide open, and I really didn't want to come out, but in order to conserve my energy, I had to use a delaying tactic.
I took off my aunt's panties, which were already soaking wet. My aunt turned around and eagerly pulled me into her arms. She was now overcome with lust, crying out, "Give it to me—I want it—"
I grabbed her breasts with both hands, my penis slowly thrusting in from the front, and asked triumphantly, "How is it? Nephew, are you okay? Do you like being fucked by me?" My aunt's snow-white breasts were already flushed red from my grasping. Her body lay sprawled before me, at my mercy. Life couldn't be more exhilarating.
My aunt wrapped her arms around my neck, panting, "Mmm…so amazing…mmm…Auntie loves you so much…"
I slowed my pace, slowly moving in front of her body, maintaining my desire while suppressing the urge to ejaculate, gradually becoming more and more vigorous. My aunt's moans rose again, she was almost out of control: "Ah...good man...good nephew...oh...oh...oh...so good...so deep...you're so strong...oh...ah oh..."
"Yes, moan, moan—do you like me fucking you?" I said as I fucked her.
"I like it...oh...I like it so much...Auntie likes you fucking me...oh...fuck me...oh oh..."
"Okay, then I'll fuck you to death, you slut. Fuck you to death—say it, let me fuck you to death." I pulled my aunt's hands apart and pressed them to her sides, watching her full breasts sway in front of my chest.
"Fuck me to death...oh...Auntie likes you fucking me...oh...oh...fuck me...Auntie wants you to fuck me..." My aunt moaned loudly. Her voice was a little too loud. I took her panties, which were soaked with her juices, crumpled them up and stuffed them into her mouth.
My aunt's eyes widened, she was a little panicked, and she whimpered.
"Don't be nervous, we're just making things a little more exciting. I'm going to rape you." I said with a lewd grin, still holding my aunt's hands.
My aunt understood the role-playing scenario and didn't resist, writhing her body to assume the role of the rebel. This ignited my burning desire, and I charged forward, thrusting wildly several times. My glans tightened again, and this time I couldn't hold back. I got up, helped my aunt up, and made her kneel on the bed again. I entered her deeply, meeting her snow-white buttocks, and thrust powerfully. My aunt knew I was about to ejaculate; her body was also very aroused, her buttocks moving back and forth, and even though her mouth was stuffed with her own panties, she still made loud moaning sounds.
After several thrusts, I gave it my all, penetrating deep into my aunt's flower. My aunt cried out and collapsed limply onto the bed. I thrust hard against her raised buttocks, gripping her waist tightly, and my semen poured into her uterus like a flood.
My aunt trembled, her body slowly going limp on the bed; this time, the lovemaking had been incredibly pleasurable for her. I lay panting on top of her, and it took me a while to regain my strength to roll off. My penis emerged from my aunt's vagina, bringing with it a large pool of semen that her uterus couldn't hold.
My aunt lazily took her panties out of her mouth and wiped the remaining fluids from her vagina. "Your uncle will hate you to death," my aunt said.
"And what about you?" I asked.
My aunt thought for a long time and said, "I'm going to eat you."
I reached out and put my hand on her, saying, "I'm going to eat you too."
My aunt said that she knew things were going to be bad when she rode my motorcycle back that afternoon, because her panties were already wet when she got off. On the way, her vagina rubbed against my buttocks, and for a moment she even felt like she had an orgasm. That was when my aunt was almost limp and lying on top of me. I turned my aunt around so her back was to me. I wrapped my arms around her from behind, my hands in front of her, cupping her breasts, and said, "I want to do it with you again."
My aunt was silent for a long time, then said with her back to me, "Do you know what a one-night stand is? Tonight, I'm yours. You can do whatever you want with me. But tonight is just a dream between us, not real, it never existed. Remember that."
I kissed her shoulder and nodded solemnly. Yes, this was the best ending.

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