Third Aunt's stockings

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It all started that summer. I got up early, washed up, and sat down to eat.
"Erzi (pseudonym), your dad's going to help your third aunt with the awning today. Why don't you go help out?" Mom
said between bites.
"I have things to do, I'm not going!" I refused immediately, and Mom's face darkened.
"Going along for a stroll is fine, it's not tiring," Dad said, giving me a meaningful look, meaning don't upset
Mom.
I reluctantly hummed in agreement.
After lunch, Dad left first with the air pump (a piece of machinery used in construction), and I followed on my motorcycle. To be honest
, I wasn't against helping my third aunt; among all my aunts, she was the kindest and
closest . I was only reluctant because I had made plans to go fishing with a friend from the village yesterday. But it seemed
I couldn't go fishing. I called my friend and explained the situation, and he was very understanding.
I ride my motorcycle very fast, and the journey of ten miles or so was quick. From afar, I saw my aunt helping my dad
unload the motorcycle. After the air pump was removed, my dad carried it into the yard. My aunt bent down to pick up a rope that had fallen to the ground,
and the hem of her skirt rose up. My eyesight is good, and I immediately noticed that her exposed calves were covered in
flesh-colored stockings. My heart suddenly skipped a beat, and I couldn't help but squint to get a closer look. Unfortunately, my aunt had already
picked up the rope. Hearing the motorcycle, she turned around and saw me. My aunt looked delighted, "Erzi's here too!"
I had something on my mind. My face flushed slightly. My aunt smiled and said, "Erzi is seventeen or eighteen now, still so
shy."
Once inside the yard, Dad asked where my aunt's husband was. My aunt said he'd gone to work in the city again. Dad nodded, and we chatted for a while
. My aunt gave me a large pile of fruit to eat. After a while, Dad started preparing for the ceiling installation. But after measuring the dimensions in
the kitchen , Dad said the wood my aunt had prepared wasn't enough. After discussing it, my aunt called the nearest
lumber shop. The shop had the necessary materials. Then, my aunt asked me to watch the house while she took the money and drove with Dad
to buy the wood.
I sat on the sofa and turned on the TV. It was showing the Olympic diving competition. After watching for a while, I got bored,
turned off the TV, and leaned back on the sofa. Suddenly, I remembered what had happened at my aunt's door. I
sat up and looked around for places where stockings might be stored. I searched from the wardrobe in the living room all the way to my aunt's bedroom,
but there was no sign of the
stockings
. I couldn't help but feel anxious. I listened to my surroundings; there was no sound of a car. It seemed my aunt and uncle hadn't returned yet. I searched those rooms again, but still found nothing. Dejected, I sat down on the sofa. My hand
instinctively heart race. I lifted the cushion, and there it was—a pair of black stockings. I picked them up.
They were long, with a large portion hanging down to my waist. It was obvious they had been
worn, but they were still very clean. This was typical of my aunt; she was a very clean person.
I held the stockings to my nose and smelled them; there was a faint scent of skin. My hand caressed the stockings, and suddenly
I felt a rough spot. I turned the stockings inside out, and there was a patch of white stain, definitely
from congealed semen. I found several more such stains. Further up, I discovered
a . I unfolded them; the hole was in the crotch area. The embellishment around the edge of the hole made me realize
that it wasn't a tear, but a sensual design—it was a pair of open-crotch pantyhose.
I suddenly felt a little lost. In my memory, my aunt had always been a conservative woman; even on the hottest
days, her skirts were almost touching the ground. But these open-crotch pantyhose and the semen stains
made me realize that my aunt probably had another side.
Thinking of my aunt's full breasts and her large buttocks as she walked, I suddenly felt a surge of heat, and
my penis became erect. I glanced at the door again, listened for any sounds, and, confirming no
one was around, unzipped my pants and sat on the sofa. The moment I put the stockings over my penis,
it trembled involuntarily, and a strange pleasure shot through my body. I rubbed the stockings against the head of my penis,
the texture of the stockings causing it to swell rapidly. Due to the engorgement, the head of my penis was already very red. After rubbing
like this for a while, I put the stockings over my penis and began to thrust violently. Soon, I felt a wave of pleasure
wash over me, and I ejaculated several streams of semen.
After ejaculating, I wiped my penis clean with the stockings, which were now quite wet. Considering
the need for secrecy, I found some toilet paper and wiped the stockings for a while. Thinking it shouldn't be noticeable, I put the stockings
back under the sofa cushions.
After cleaning up the scene, I sat back on the sofa, suddenly feeling a pang of guilt. To distract myself
, I turned on the TV and watched it intermittently.
About half an hour later, Dad and my aunt returned. Then came the slat work. Since it was only the kitchen
slat, it was relatively quick, finished when the sun was high in the sky. Dad drove off first, and I hadn't gone far from my aunt's house
on my motorcycle . I tried to start it a few times, but it wouldn't start.
My aunt, standing by the door, saw that my motorcycle wouldn't start and ran over. "What happened?" she asked.
"The same old problem, it won't start!" I said, pushing the motorcycle back to my aunt's house. I asked her for some tools and
started working on my motorcycle.
I thought it would be quick, but it took several hours to fix. By the time I finally got it working, it was already dark
. I wanted to leave, but my aunt was worried and called home. I ended up staying at
my aunt's house that night.
I was actually a little excited about this outcome, even though I knew that
what I was fantasizing about wouldn't happen that night. But I was still happy to be staying with my aunt, especially since it
was just the two of us tonight.
However, things didn't go as planned. While my aunt and I were having dinner, my uncle came back. Apparently,
the construction site required the foreman to have his ID card, so he came back to get it. He had to leave early the next day. When he saw me, he insisted on
drinking with me. I declined several times because I don't drink, but he wouldn't give up until my aunt spoke up, and then he finally
quieted down.
Lying in bed that night, I couldn't sleep at all. Thinking about those black stockings, my heart
started racing . I got out of bed, opened the door to the living room, went to the sofa, and felt under the cushions, but didn't
find the stockings. I thought I was mistaken, so I felt around at the other end of the sofa, but still nothing. Strange!
Could my aunt have taken it to wash? Impossible! I didn't see her wash anything today.
Just as I was wondering, a groan sounded. I looked up at my aunt's bedroom;
a sliver of light shone through the gap between the bedroom door and the floor.
I immediately understood the meaning of the groan. I tiptoed to my aunt's bedroom door, pressed my ear against it
, and the groaning was clearly audible. My aunt's voice was already beautiful, but the groaning sounded
even gentler and more seductive.
My heart was pounding so hard I was trembling. I reached down to my pants and started rubbing my penis, waves
of pleasure spreading through my body. Perhaps I was too engrossed, because I bumped my head against the door, and it cracked open a crack—it
wasn't locked! My heart jumped into my throat. If the sound of the door opening
was heard by the person inside… I didn't dare think about it.
But I quickly calmed down. Because the door was ajar, the groaning from inside was even louder;
my aunt's bedroom was probably soundproof. Otherwise, the difference in sound between opening and closing the door wouldn't be so drastic, but
it doesn't matter now, because compared to the noise of the two of them making love, the sound of the door opening shouldn't attract their attention.
I peeked into the room through the crack in the door. They only had a bedside lamp on, and it seemed to be set to a low light, making
the whole room somewhat dim.
However, I could still make out the two people on the bed. My third aunt's thin body was pressing down on my third aunt
, his hands constantly caressing her thighs, and the open-crotch black stockings were currently on her
legs.
"Don't shout so loudly, Erzi is still next door," my third aunt's husband said, panting heavily.
"It's because you're doing it too hard, um... how can I hold back?" my third aunt said in a slightly unsteady tone.
"By the way, if you do this at night, can you get up in the morning?" my third aunt added.
"You only just remembered now, too late, never mind that, let's get you satisfied first," my third aunt's husband said.
The last part of his words was a little off-key, clearly indicating that he was exerting force. Sure enough, Auntie's moans suddenly grew louder.
"You rascal, you didn't even say anything when you were pushing harder," she groaned.
Uncle suddenly lifted her foot and licked the sole of her foot with his tongue.
Auntie shuddered, almost crying, "No, it's coming!" Then her whole body began
to tremble. After a while, as her body gradually calmed down, Uncle pulled out his penis.
"You haven't ejaculated yet?" Auntie looked up at Uncle. Uncle nodded.
Auntie sat up, reached out and grasped Uncle's penis, starting to masturbate, while Uncle
leaned back against the blanket, enjoying himself.
After a while, Uncle still hadn't ejaculated. Auntie became a little anxious, joining in with her other hand, and
after a while , she lowered her head and licked Uncle's glans with her tongue.
"Ah, ah!" Uncle shouted twice. Auntie quickly wrapped her feet around his penis and
moved them up and down. At that moment, a stream of liquid spurted out from between her legs.
Auntie wiped the semen off Uncle's penis with her feet, and Uncle rolled over and lay on the bed.
"Cover yourself up first, don't catch a cold," Auntie pushed the blanket to Uncle, sat on the edge of the bed, and reached down
to take off the black stockings on her legs.
I quickly slipped into my room. Through the crack in the door, I saw Auntie come out of the bedroom and stand by the door for a while,
probably wondering why the door was open.
Then Auntie looked into my room. In the dimly lit living room, I couldn't see Auntie's expression clearly,
but my room was dark, so Auntie shouldn't suspect me, I reassured myself. Auntie looked for a while,
shook her head, and walked towards the bathroom.

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