Auntie's Stockinged Feet

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My fondness for stockings stemmed from my aunt's influence. I remember that year, I was just 14 years old, and
my aunt, who had just divorced two years prior, came to our house. She was 36 at the time; her husband had become involved with a wealthy woman and
divorced her. In the divorce, he took his son and settled in Canada, leaving my aunt the house
and some money.
That day, my parents were both working overtime, so my aunt came to our house to take care of me until the next day. She liked me a lot,
saying I looked like her son. I liked her too, because she was sexy, 1.65 meters tall, with a well-proportioned figure,
long hair past her shoulders, and she loved wearing business suits with high heels. She arrived at our house just after school. Hearing the knock
, I knew it was my aunt and happily went to open the door. She was still wearing a dark suit, she must
have just finished work, and she was carrying some cooked food. I quickly took it and said, "Auntie, you went to buy cooked food right after work
, that must be so tiring." She replied, "It's nothing!" After she came in, she started cooking and such.
I went to do my homework first. Afterwards, I stood behind her, admiring her while smelling her perfume.
During dinner, I would occasionally glance at her. She seemed unaware. I was quite pleased with myself.
After dinner, we sat on the sofa watching TV and chatting. Suddenly, she rubbed her legs and said, "Ugh,
I'm so tired today! Could you massage my feet? I've been standing all day, my feet are sore." "I'd be happy
to do anything for you," I joked. Having already harbored inappropriate thoughts about her, how could I let this
opportunity pass me by? I happily replied. Then, she took off her slippers and leaned back on the sofa, placing her feet
on my thighs as I sat on the opposite sofa. After she took off her slippers, her feet appeared even longer and more delicate. A pair of
sheer stockings, as thin as cicada wings, clung tightly to her soft, plump feet. Through the thin stockings,
the faint veins on the instep were faintly visible, and the soles of the stockings were slightly darkened.
I held her beautiful foot in one hand, and gently stroked the sole with the other. It was soft, smooth
, and the fragrance of her feet wafted through my nostrils. When my hand touched the sole, her five
fleshy toes twitched up and down, and she cried out, "Ah! Be gentle!" I didn't answer. I continued to carefully
hold one of her stockinged feet in both hands and slowly massage it. Waves of fragrance from the stockings mixed with her feet wafted up again, along
with the smooth feel of the stockings. I slowly rubbed her toes and soles, gradually changing the massage
into a caress, and I enjoyed this blissful feeling. She struggled at first, then stopped talking, occasionally letting out
a lazy, comfortable moan. I became somewhat aroused, glancing frequently at the mysterious
area beneath my aunt's short skirt. Before I knew it, my crotch was already erect, and my aunt, no longer watching TV, closed her eyes
and quietly enjoyed the pleasure of my nephew massaging her feet, making strange "humming" sounds. (At that time, I
was still developing and didn't fully understand matters between men and women.) So, I boldly picked up one of my aunt's stockinged
feet, held it to my face, smelling, kissing, and licking it. A faint, slightly sour smell, unique to feet, mixed with
a faint leather scent, filled my nostrils—truly refreshing. What surprised me even more was that my aunt actually cooperated
, rubbing the sole of her foot against my face. Suddenly, I felt a great sensation in my lower body. It turned out that my aunt
was pushing her other stockinged foot against my lower body, which was covered by my beach shorts, occasionally slipping it inside. This
flattered me greatly. Looking back, perhaps my aunt was simply too lonely after her divorce; after all, she was only human and
had needs. My aunt then lifted her other leg and
rubbed her stockinged foot against my face. She groaned loudly, and her knees were spreading wider and wider.
I felt I was losing control. I started sucking on her left toes
. Soon, I had sucked on many parts of her foot. My tongue
licked every crevice between her toes, tasting every inch of her skin. Seeing that my aunt seemed to enjoy it, I continued kissing her
feet. I held her toes in my mouth—they smelled so good! I also sweetened her soles, and then continued kissing
her thighs, while my aunt ignored me. I then boldly began to reach my hand, step by step, into her lovely
short skirt. Suddenly, my aunt's thighs clamped my hand.
She said, "Oh, do you really like Auntie?" "Yes," I mustered my courage and answered.
"So what do you like about Auntie?" she asked, tossing her hair.
"Because you're very sexy, and your stockinged feet are beautiful and smell wonderful. I really like them." "Oh,
I see!" "But you're my nephew, we can't have anything going on." "Then I just want to
hug Auntie, kiss Auntie, and lick your sexy stockinged feet. I promise I won't do anything inappropriate!"
The aunt looked at me with a begging expression, her face flushed, and said, "[You licked me so
well just now, so please promise not to do anything inappropriate, and you can't tell anyone else, especially your mother!]" Hearing
this, I excitedly replied, "[I promise, don't worry!]" "[Then you can just touch and kiss me, as long as nothing happens
!]" "[Okay!] Then go get my high heels first!" I happily went to the shoe rack and took out a pair of
very sexy black high heels in front of the aunt.
"[Sit down and help me put them on.]" At this moment, the aunt seemed like a different person. She had taken off her upper body, leaving only her underwear
, and leaned against the sofa in a very sexy posture. I obediently did as she said. As soon as I sat down, she
stretched out her feet, which were clad in stockings and high heels, and placed them on my thighs, saying to me, "Do you like it?"
I just nodded, and she said again, "Since you like it, I'll let you see as much as you want." "And she lifted both
feet and placed them in front of me, teasing me. Looking at her feet encased in stockings, I became excited again. I used
my hands to remove her high heels, held her feet to my lips, and gently licked them. Her other foot was placed on
the bulge in my pants. Finally, I couldn't hold back any longer and ejaculated in my pants.
From then on, my aunt and I often did this kind of thing together. For example, during meals, under the table, my aunt would often
put her feet in my hands, letting me play with them. Or I would pretend to pick up chopsticks and crawl under the table to serve her. But I..."
We never had sex, but the auntie said she could help me masturbate. She also said she'd introduce me to another auntie to provide
that service in a few days.

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