The untold story between my aunt and me

In the summer of 1990, I was seventeen, just graduated from high school. Summer vacation had arrived, but the college entrance exam scores hadn't been released yet. I was bored at home alone when my mother suggested I go visit my uncle. Little did I know that my mother's casual suggestion would shape my transformation from a child into a man.

That summer, my beautiful and voluptuous aunt entered my life, and I, riding the wave of youth, repeatedly entered her body. Even now, whenever I think back, I can't help but sigh with emotion.

The rural areas of Hunan in summer are hot and passionate. It was the busy farming season, and in the evenings, people who had worked all day liked to bring small bamboo beds and chairs to the village square to cool off. Because I wasn't familiar with most people, I didn't like to join them in conversation. So, the only person I could really talk to was my cousin, with whom I was already engaged through an arranged marriage.

My cousin was two or three years older than me and worked in a township-run enterprise after graduating from high school. Dissatisfied with the arranged marriage, she often complained to me about her hardships. And I, a loyal listener, at that time, didn't know how to comfort a woman.

It was a bright moonlit night; the hardest part of the busy farming season was over, and my cousin was going back to work the next day. After sitting for a while, my cousin told me that sitting there all the time was boring and she wanted to go for a walk.

My cousin and I wandered around along the groves and country paths. Although we were close to the village and could hear the noise of people enjoying the cool air, I felt a sense of tranquility, far removed from the hustle and bustle. After complaining about her marriage for half an hour, my cousin finally got tired, and we sat down on a haystack.

"Look at my leg," my cousin said, lifting her skirt to show me the injury on her leg.

I touched my cousin's leg; it was smooth and delicate. My heart suddenly trembled.

I looked at my cousin in alarm and found her staring at me. I felt increasingly ashamed, as if she had seen through my feelings.

Actually, I had liked my cousin for a long time, but I hadn't dared to think about it in a romantic way. At that moment, it was as if I had seen light in the darkness; my heart, which had never stirred before, suddenly seemed to understand the feelings between men and women. I firmly told myself, "Be a man!"

After silently mustering my courage several times, I slowly took my cousin's hand. I could clearly feel that her hand was trembling. But her gaze was firm, full of encouragement and expectation. I pulled her close and hugged her tightly. After a long and turbulent few minutes, I began to feel her face rubbing against mine.

I turned my head, and my lips touched her moist lips. She took my lips into hers, and for those few minutes, my mind went blank, completely unaware of her hints and guidance. As I gradually adjusted, I realized that she was exploring my lips and teeth with her tongue. I grabbed her breasts through her clothes but didn't know how to caress them; I just held them tightly, unwilling to let go.

She pulled my hands away, unbuttoned her clothes, and placed my hands on top of hers, letting me stroke them. I discovered that touching breasts was incredibly wonderful, a feeling I had never experienced before. I lingered on my cousin's breasts, caressing and kneading them, pinching her nipples with my fingers, letting her go from passionately kissing me to abandoning my lips and reveling in her own pleasure.

However, I was still a child; I didn't understand the pleasures of love. After working diligently for nearly half an hour, I suddenly heard my cousin say, "Hurry up!" I was confused as to why she was saying that. She pulled my hand from under her skirt and placed it on her buttocks. Only then did I understand why she was urging me to hurry.

Pretending to be an expert, I pulled down my cousin's panties, then pulled my own pants down to my knees, and pressed myself against her without hesitation. I thrust my penis hard into her vagina, vaguely knowing that I needed to penetrate a hole to succeed, but I had never seen what a hole looked like, nor did I know exactly where it was. I just kept thrusting aimlessly.

My cousin probably sensed I was clueless, so she grabbed my penis, trying to guide me inside. However, the moment her hand touched it, my arousal was completely unleashed. Driven by a psychological climax, just as I entered her labia majora, touched her labia minora, and was about to enter her vaginal opening, my whole body shuddered violently, and spurts of semen sprayed onto her vaginal opening and pubic hair, then onto her skirt, leaving a large, wet semen stain. What a cruel twist of

fate! My dear cousin, my sex teacher, didn't become my first woman!

The next day, my aunt was hanging out to dry my cousin's skirt when she suddenly gave me a strange look. At noon, my

aunt asked me to help her deliver lunch to my uncle who was working outside. On the way back, we passed a small bamboo grove with only a few dozen bamboo stalks. My aunt suddenly needed to urinate and asked me to wait ahead. A while later, I heard my aunt call me. I went over and asked from a distance what was wrong. My aunt asked if I had any tissues or napkins. I said I had two, and tossed them across the bushes. However, there was a bit of wind, and the tissues didn't go very far, so she couldn't reach them. She asked me to give them to her.

I picked up the tissues and walked over to her. I saw her squatting on the ground with her back to me, her hand outstretched to catch the tissues. Her pants were pulled down very low, all the way to her ankles, and her shirt was lifted up very high, completely exposing her white, round, and fleshy buttocks to me. My face burned, and I was about to run away when I heard my aunt whisper, "Don't peek."

At this moment, after what happened with my cousin, I had undergone a qualitative leap. I was acutely aware of the implied meaning in my aunt's voice. I stopped and watched as my aunt slowly raised her snow-white buttocks in front of me, wiping her genitals with the tissues I had given her.

Watching my aunt's labia part under the pressure of the toilet paper, revealing her pink vagina, then closing again, covered by sparse pubic hair, my penis instantly swelled. I felt my breath quicken and my ears burn. However, my aunt finally finished wiping herself, put on her pants, and turned around. Seeing that I hadn't gone far, she wasn't surprised. Instead, she came over, grabbed my hand, and squeezed it tightly, saying, "Go home, you naughty boy."

That year, my aunt was forty-one years old. Although she lived in the countryside and had some barely noticeable wrinkles on her face, her beautiful appearance made her look much younger than her age, radiating a captivating mature charm.

That evening, my uncle went to chat at another house, and my aunt and I, as usual, enjoyed the cool air in front of our house. Although we had mosquito coils, mosquitoes still invaded my airspace. My aunt had me sit next to her so she could fan me away. My cousin, a high school freshman, went to another house to watch TV, so my aunt and I chatted idly.

The scent of my aunt's body lingered, and the scene from noon kept replaying in my mind. I said, "Aunt, give me the fan, I'll help you swat away the mosquitoes." As I took the fan, I deliberately pinched her hand.

My aunt pretended not to notice and said, "If you're helping me swat away the mosquitoes, then I'll take a nap." She then lay down on the bamboo bed with her back to me.

My hand, fanning her, occasionally brushed against her waist. After about ten minutes, I placed the fan on her body, and casually put my hand on the bamboo bed where she was sleeping, pressing it against her back. Seeing that she didn't react, I mustered my courage and gently stroked her waist between her clothes and pants, as if it were unintentional. I repeated this a few times, and my aunt seemed to have fallen asleep and didn't move.

I knew she was doing it on purpose. I slowly slipped my hand inside her clothes, and with a feeling of reverence, excitedly and carefully stroked her back, then slowly moved over her armpits and touched her breasts. The night was hazy but not entirely dark. Under the cover of darkness, I, a seventeen-year-old boy, was caressing my dear aunt's breasts, both under the sky and on the ground.

My aunt's breasts were larger and slightly sagging than my cousin's, but still very elastic, especially her nipples, which were much larger. With my constant stimulation, her nipples became erect and seemed to secrete a little fluid. I touched the fluid with my hand and tasted it to see if it was milk, but I couldn't tell.

Time passed very quickly. Just as I was still immersed in my aunt's breasts, I suddenly vaguely saw my uncle return. I quickly grabbed a fan and vigorously fanned my aunt, waking her up and saying, "Auntie, here's the fan, I'm going back to sleep." Back in the house, I continued to savor my aunt's body while masturbating to my heart's content.

Dawn came, the sun rose. This day was the most unbearable day of my life. I spent the entire day in a daze. I couldn't look my aunt in the eye; I just desperately longed for night to come again. I had only one thought in my mind: my sexy aunt and I had a tacit rendezvous that night, but neither of us faced it.

The beautiful night finally arrived. Almost exactly the same as the night before, my uncle and cousin both went out again. I sat next to my aunt, and we barely spoke that night. My aunt pretended not to know what had happened the night before and still handed me the fan. A few minutes later, I started with the same unoriginal routine: touching my aunt's back and waist, then rubbing her nipples, measuring the size of her breasts with my palm.

Just when I was running out of things to do, it suddenly occurred to me that I should touch my aunt's buttocks, because I loved looking at my aunt's buttocks from behind. I reached down from my aunt's waistband and discovered that her waistband was loose! I touched my aunt's underwear (the kind of large underwear men wear, not the briefs we have now), and then went inside her shorts, I touched my aunt's buttocks. How wonderful! I couldn't help but feel proud of my idea!

My aunt's buttocks were full and smooth, fleshy but not fat, and I couldn't cover them with one hand. After lingering on my aunt's buttocks for a few minutes, I moved downwards. I touched a wet, slippery area, which I assumed was her vagina. However, touching from behind was inconvenient, especially with her pants and waistband in between, requiring me to twist my hand. So, I pulled my hand away, intending to reach over her body and explore her wet patch from the front.

I continued to cover her with the fan for cover, slipping my hand inside her pants. I touched her pubic hair—sparse—and further down, it was a vast expanse of wetness. My hand wandered around her vagina, a place I knew nothing about, not even my cousin's. Suddenly, I felt a suction effect, and my fingers involuntarily slipped into an incredibly slippery opening.

Just then, my dear aunt grabbed my hand and gripped it tightly. I thought she was angry at my intrusion and was momentarily at a loss. My aunt squeezed my hand a few times, then, seeing no one around, suddenly hugged me tightly again, saying, "Come here quickly."

I followed her to a small partitioned area upstairs in her house, where several spare mattresses and scattered belongings were stored. She pulled me inside, quickly closed the door, and then held me tightly. My blood rushed to my head, my consciousness both confused and clear.

My aunt quickly took off my clothes, and then quickly took off her own. Using the knowledge I had just learned from my cousin a few days ago, I began to kiss my aunt. The moment my lips touched hers, she put her tongue in my mouth and vigorously swirled it around, sucking on my lips and tongue forcefully. My hands held my aunt's buttocks, her bare buttocks now at my mercy, allowing me to caress and enjoy them; I lingered, unwilling to let go.

My aunt pulled me down onto the unrolled mattress, straddled me, and knelt on top of me. She took my hands and placed them on her breasts, rubbing them. Then, she guided my already erect penis and sat down on me.

My God, what a feeling! My soul soared to the heavens with that one step! I felt my penis suddenly enveloped in an incredibly warm and soft world. The happiness I felt was something I could never experience during masturbation; it was an unprecedented experience. How much I loved my aunt at that moment! I was willing to give her everything!

My aunt, however, didn't seem to understand my inner turmoil. She skillfully moved and thrust against me. The attic was hot, and the sweat from my aunt dripped into my mouth. I thought it tasted like the best thing in the world. I lifted my head and licked my aunt's breast—it was actually the first time I had ever touched a breast with my mouth. My aunt looked at me and smiled. She lifted my head and pressed it against her chest, continuing to thrust vigorously against me.

Time seemed to crawl by. In those ten-odd minutes, countless beautiful scenes flashed through my mind, and countless memories of my aunt flashed before my eyes.

Time flew by too quickly. Before I could fully savor the pleasure in my heart, my aunt suddenly let out a muffled cry and then rapidly increased the speed and force of her thrusts. Then came a violent shudder, accompanied by a suppressed, frenzied groan. After a two- or three-second pause, another violent shudder and groan followed, repeating this more than ten times. Although I had ejaculated several times in the preceding days, under my aunt's intense onslaught, I finally couldn't suppress a muffled roar, and my semen, like cannonballs, shot into my aunt's uterus, spurt after spurt.

Afterwards, my aunt quickly cleaned up the scene. Throughout the entire process, my aunt and I didn't exchange many words, nor did we display much intimacy. We were like shooting stars meeting, shining brightly and rapidly for a moment before cooling down and dissipating.

The next day, I went to the county town to pick up my university acceptance letter. In the days that followed, I was immersed in my dreams of university, temporarily forgetting the passion of my aunt's night. I didn't see her again until the start of university. However, my heart was already tied to her like a kite. I

quickly adapted to the new university life. Then, I gradually began to miss my aunt. Her beautiful face, her lovely figure, her sexy hips, and especially her intense and unrestrained love, made me fantasize about her every night. I began to live in longing for her, in memories of her.

The long-awaited winter vacation finally arrived. I couldn't wait to pack my bags and rush home. At that time, my aunt's family didn't have a telephone. How I wanted to call her and tell her I was back, that I was coming to see her.

When I got home, my father told me that my uncle had sent a message saying that if I had nothing to do, I could come to his house to visit and help my cousin with his studies. I was overjoyed; heaven was truly blessing me.

After visiting old classmates and chatting with my parents for a few days, with about ten days left before the Lunar New Year, I packed some clean clothes and went to my aunt's house, which I had been looking forward to visiting.

My aunt hadn't changed at all. My uncle and aunt, upon seeing me, both said I had grown up, matured, and become like a man. They even lectured my younger cousin, telling him to learn from me, get into a good university, and become a successful person. I felt incredibly ashamed; my success was simply due to my aunt's infinitely beautiful body! My

cousin was quite self-disciplined in his studies, while my uncle either worked outside or went to visit relatives to play cards and boast. While my aunt cooked, I helped by adding firewood. I looked at my aunt, and she looked at me too. I saw her eyes gradually well up with tears, and then streams of tears flowed down her cheeks.

My aunt said that for the past six months, she had missed me constantly, thinking about everything about me, and often suffering from insomnia at night. A little while later, she said she was sorry and told me to study more, try to forget her, and become a good university student.

Amidst my aunt's contradictory and illogical words, I sensed her struggle between reason and desire. I deliberately said, "Auntie, I've been missing you terribly for the past six months. If you ask me to forget you, I'll go insane." My aunt stared at me in surprise, tears streaming down her face again.

I went to her side, cupped her face, and gently kissed her, saying, "Auntie, I love you."

In those days, hearing "I love you" was a rare sound. I saw my aunt's hands tremble uncontrollably. Suddenly, she hugged me tightly, whispering urgently, "I love you too. I missed you. I'm yours. My little darling, Auntie is your woman. Whatever you want, Auntie will always give it to you."

In the evening, my uncle went to play cards as usual, my cousin studied in another room, and I watched TV with my aunt in her room. It was a new TV we'd just bought for the New Year. The TV was on a table next to the door; we were sitting inside so anyone coming in could see us. I sat next to my aunt, holding her hand. After a while, I let go and put my arms around her waist. Because of this, she warned me that people coming in might see us. I then let go and put my hands directly on her buttocks.

Ah, her buttocks! I kept stroking them, gently probing her anus and the vaginal opening with my fingers. My aunt leaned forward slightly, lifting her buttocks back a little. This made it easier for me to move around. I inserted my fingers into her anus. I could tell she wasn't comfortable, but she didn't say anything to please me.

I then inserted my fingers into her vagina, but because of the sitting position, it was difficult to go in deeply. After lingering around my aunt's vulva for a while, I pulled my hand out from behind and slipped it directly into the front of her pants. My aunt gave me a coquettish glare, then took a hand warmer with a large floral fabric covering and placed it on her chest and lap.

I touched her vaginal opening; it was already overflowing with vaginal fluid. I inserted one finger and slowly moved it in and out. My aunt pretended to be watching TV, but she didn't know anything about what was on.

After a while, I felt my index finger getting tired from constantly curling up, so I inserted it along with my middle finger. My aunt had been bending over to protect my hand, not wanting anyone coming in to see it immediately. Suddenly, she straightened her back and thrust her hips forward. I knew she was about to ejaculate, so I increased my thrusting and stirred inside her. A few minutes later, my aunt's face flushed, and she gripped the hand warmer tightly. I felt my fingers being squeezed by her vagina in waves.

I glanced at my aunt, who whispered, "Sweetheart, go wash your hands." When I returned, she used the same cover to masturbate me, and all the semen I'd accumulated over the semester spilled onto my shorts. Since

there wasn't a completely safe opportunity, we didn't have much contact for the next two days besides this mutual touching. On the third day, the opportunity finally arrived.

My uncle was going out to collect debts from his odd jobs. He originally wanted me to go with him, but my aunt said I needed to rest since I'd just returned from vacation, so she took my cousin instead. I was overjoyed. These past few days, worried about my health, my aunt had been trying to nourish me, killing chickens and making my favorite steamed meatballs. Since I'd come from afar and was considered a special guest by my uncle, all of this was perfectly justified. But my uncle would never have imagined that the sperm produced from all this nourishment would ultimately be ejaculated into my aunt's uterus.

After my uncle and cousin left, my aunt bolted the gate to the yard, locked the main gate from the inside, and only partially bolted the back door. She said the back door was quiet, so if they came back early, they could say they closed the front door and used the back. My heart had been pounding ever since they left; the dream I'd been waiting for for half a year was about to come true. I was incredibly excited, and my erect penis had been standing at attention ever since.

My aunt led me to their bed. This time, I helped her undress, and since it was winter, we quickly got into bed. Under the covers, I quickly touched her entire body. This time, there was no sweat, no rush. I started kissing her eyes, then her mouth, our tongues entwining for a while before I took her nipple into my mouth and sucked hard, licking her breasts and chest with my tongue. This time, my aunt was like a gentle little girl, letting me play with her as I pleased.

I threw off the covers, enduring the cold, and carefully examined my aunt's vulva. Her vulva wasn't large, and her labia were slightly darker than the rest of her body, but inside, the flesh was smooth and tender. My aunt didn't have much pubic hair; she was practically a "white tiger." Her clitoris wasn't very large either, but it was quite prominent. I licked it with my tongue, but it wasn't as sweet as I'd imagined, so I didn't lick it again.

Because of this examination of my aunt's vulva, my body was in the opposite direction from hers. My aunt, who hadn't moved much, suddenly grabbed my leg that I had extended in front of her and began licking my penis with her tongue. I felt strange; why was I experiencing this? My aunt would occasionally suck on it and gently bite the head of my penis with her teeth.

Just as I was experiencing this unprecedented sensation, my aunt pressed my head down with her hand and said, "Lick it for your aunt." I had no choice but to endure the taste and slowly lick it. Starting with my aunt's pubic hair, I licked step by step. After licking her clitoris, I took her entire vulva into my mouth and sucked hard.

My aunt said, "Sweetheart, you're quite the player."

I replied, "I'm self-taught."

After sucking for a while, I parted my aunt's labia and began licking the pink flesh inside. Gradually, I didn't find the taste of my aunt's vulva unpleasant; on the contrary, I liked it more and more. I was amazed at my own adaptability.

At this moment, my aunt was licking the urethral opening of my penis. Seeing my buttocks thrusting upwards, she took my penis into her mouth and sucked hard while moving it up and down. After a period of restraint, I finally ejaculated all my semen into my aunt's mouth. I crawled over to look at my aunt and saw that she had swallowed all the semen.

My aunt glanced at my penis, looking tired but still erect. My aunt said, "Sweetheart, lie down."

I lay down on the bed for a short rest. My aunt climbed on top of me and started kissing me from my nipples (I didn't kiss her mouth-to-mouth anymore, haha), down to my belly button, my testicles, my toes, and then she rolled over and kissed my buttocks. I pressed her head down, and she licked and poked my anus with her tongue.

After kissing my whole body, she sat on my penis and said, "Sweetheart, I'm your woman, I love you to death."

I lay on the bed watching her writhe on top of me. I kept squeezing her buttocks and breasts, and she even licked my fingers. Finally, not long after, she climaxed in a throbbing sensation. However, at this moment, my penis had only just regained some feeling and desperately needed further stimulation.

I rolled her over and lay on top of her, thrusting in and out in the most ordinary position. About ten minutes later, my aunt seemed to regain her senses from her daze. She lifted her legs onto my shoulders and began pinching me hard. I thrust even more fiercely, each thrust touching my aunt's cervix.

My aunt touched me and said, "Sweetheart, you've entered my heart!"

I felt incredibly proud. My dear aunt, I am inside you; I am a part of you! I said, "Auntie, I'd love to fuck you every day if I had the chance."

Auntie said, "No, you still need to grow."

I said, "I'm an adult now."

Auntie was silent for a moment, then said, "Yes, my little darling is an adult now, she's my man."

Hearing this, I quickly said, "Then you have to call me brother, and let brother fuck you hard."

Auntie blushed and softly said in an infinitely seductive voice, "Darling, brother, husband, fuck me hard, my cunt is made for you to fuck, my cunt wants brother's big cock to fuck it every day."

Auntie's words greatly stimulated my enthusiasm. I didn't change positions, just kept thrusting in and out, each time my cock was completely out and completely back in. Auntie's whole body was limp, only her hands occasionally squeezed me hard, her eyes showing infinite satisfaction and lust, completely in a daze.

Half an hour later, my excitement was building. Just then, my aunt, who had been motionless, suddenly tensed up, took her legs off my shoulders and propped them on the bed, arched her hips and buttocks into a powerful bow, and grabbed my buttocks, pulling them forcefully against her vulva. I felt her hands suddenly become incredibly strong, gripping me painfully. However, I couldn't care less about the pain at that moment; all my sperm was ready, just waiting for the command to ejaculate.

Almost simultaneously, within seconds of each other, my aunt and I reached orgasm. After several intense throbbing sensations, my aunt seemed to be completely out of it.

That day, we spent almost the entire day having sex. Whenever I could get an erection after a rest, we would continue. Aside from the brief, euphoric state after sex and orgasm, my aunt spent most of the time holding me tightly. She kissed me again and again, sucking on every part of my body, from head to toe. My aunt said I was her nemesis; she had never had any improper thoughts before, but ever since she saw the semen stain I left on my cousin's skirt, she had become obsessed with me, forgetting her age and generational boundaries.

In the following days, a similar situation occurred again, and my aunt and I made love all day long once more. However, this time, things almost went wrong.

That afternoon, we had just finished a very intense orgasm during sex. We were lying down talking. My aunt, as usual, was holding me. Suddenly, we heard someone calling from the gate of the yard. It turned out to be a tractor driver from the village who had run into my uncle outside, and my uncle had asked him to bring some things home.

My aunt was startled by the shout, and we quickly got up and dressed. After getting dressed and removing the smell of semen from the room (back then, rural people liked to burn a very strong incense stick in front of the family shrine), and tidying up a bit, my aunt told me to hide upstairs. Then, starting from the back door, she slowly opened all the doors while responding to the calls.

My aunt said, "Oh, what a coincidence, I just came back from outside."

The man didn't leave immediately after putting the things down; instead, he chatted with everyone for a while, even asking seriously, "Didn't your nephew who's in college come to visit? Where's he?"

My aunt said, "He's out for a walk and hasn't come back yet."

After waiting for a long time, the man finally left. My aunt called me downstairs, blushed, and pressed my forehead.

In the years that followed, I dated, found a job, got married, and had children. My beautiful and sexy aunt also grew old. More than a decade has passed. Although I have never had sexual intercourse with my aunt again, I have always felt her care and concern for me. Her love for me, as she herself said, was something she couldn't distinguish; it encompassed love for a child, love for a man, affection, and sex.

With children and a family, coupled with work, I had fewer and fewer opportunities to see my aunt, and I couldn't express my love for her in much more way. However, deep in my heart, I am deeply grateful for the unparalleled sexual and emotional enjoyment my aunt gave me during that era.

This article is dedicated to my beautiful, sexy aunt with her round, white buttocks!

In the summer of 1990, I was seventeen, having just graduated from high school. Summer vacation arrived, but the college entrance exam scores hadn't been released yet. I was bored at home alone when my mother said, "Why don't you go to your uncle's house?" Little did I know that my mother's casual suggestion would lead to my transformation from a child into a man.

That summer, my beautiful and voluptuous aunt entered my life, and I, riding the wave of youth, entered her body time and again. Even now, thinking back, I can't help but sigh with emotion.

The rural Hunan in summer is hot and passionate. It was the busy farming season, and in the evenings, people who had worked all day liked to bring small bamboo beds and chairs to the village square to cool off. Because I wasn't familiar with most people, I didn't like to join them in conversation, so the only person I could truly talk to was my cousin, with whom I was already engaged through an arranged marriage.

My cousin was two or three years older than me. After graduating from high school, she worked in a township-run enterprise. Dissatisfied with her arranged marriage, she often complained to me about her hardships. And I was a loyal listener; at that time, I didn't know how to comfort a woman.

It was a bright moonlit night; the most difficult part of the farming season had passed, and my cousin was going back to work the next day. After sitting for a while, my cousin told me that sitting there all the time was boring and she wanted to go for a walk.

We wandered around the groves and country lanes. Although we were close to the village and could hear the noise of people enjoying the cool air, I felt a sense of peace, far removed from the hustle and bustle. After complaining for half an hour about her dissatisfaction with her marriage, my cousin finally got tired, and we sat down on a haystack.

"Look at my leg," she said, lifting her skirt to show me the injury. "I almost got a leech crawl into it today; there's still a hole."

I touched her leg; it was smooth and delicate. My heart suddenly pounded.

I looked at my cousin in alarm and found her staring at me. I felt increasingly ashamed, as if she had seen through my feelings.

Actually, I had liked my cousin for a long time, but I hadn't dared to think about it romantically. At that moment, it was like seeing light in the darkness; my heart, which had never stirred before, suddenly understood the feelings between men and women. I firmly told myself, "Be a man!"

After silently mustering my courage several times, I slowly grasped my cousin's hand. I could clearly feel her hand trembling. But her gaze was firm, full of encouragement and expectation. I pulled her close and hugged her tightly. After a long and tumultuous few minutes, I began to feel her face rubbing against mine.

I turned my head, and my lips touched hers. She took my lips into hers, and for those few minutes, my mind went blank, oblivious to her hints and guidance. As I gradually adjusted, I realized she was exploring my lips and teeth with her tongue. I grasped her breasts through her clothes, unsure how to caress them, just holding them tightly, unwilling to let go. She

pulled my hands away, unbuttoned her clothes, and placed my hands on top, letting me stroke them. I discovered that touching her breasts was incredibly wonderful, a feeling I had never experienced before in my life. I lingered on my cousin's breasts, caressing and kneading them, pinching her nipples with my fingers, letting her go from passionately kissing me to abandoning my lips and reveling in her own pleasure.

However, I was still a child, and I didn't understand the pleasures of love. After working diligently for nearly half an hour, I suddenly heard my cousin say, "Hurry up!" I was confused as to why she was saying "hurry up." My cousin pulled my hand from under her skirt and placed it on her buttocks. Only then did I understand why she was urging me to hurry. Pretending to be an expert

, I pulled down my cousin's panties, then pulled my own pants down to my knees, and pressed myself against her without hesitation. I thrust my penis hard into her vagina, vaguely knowing that I needed to penetrate a certain hole to succeed, but I had never seen what a hole looked like, nor did I know exactly where it was. I was just blindly thrusting.

My cousin probably began to sense that I didn't know anything, and she grabbed my penis, trying to guide me inside. However, when my cousin's hand touched my penis, my arousal was completely unleashed. Driven by a psychological climax, just as I entered her labia majora, touched her labia minora, and was about to enter her vaginal opening, my whole body shuddered violently, and spurts of semen sprayed onto her vaginal opening and pubic hair, then onto her skirt, leaving a large, wet semen stain.

What a cruel twist of fate! My dear cousin, my sex education teacher, didn't become my first woman!

The next day, my aunt was hanging out to dry my cousin's skirt when she suddenly gave me a strange look.

At noon, my aunt asked me to help her deliver lunch to my uncle who was working outside. On the way back, we passed a small bamboo grove with only a few dozen bamboo stalks. My aunt suddenly needed to urinate and asked me to wait ahead. A while later, I heard my aunt call me. I went over and asked from a distance what was wrong. My aunt asked if I had any tissues or napkins, and I said I happened to have two, so I threw them over the bushes. However, it was a bit windy, and the tissues didn't go very far, so my aunt couldn't reach them. She then asked me to get them for her.

I picked up the paper and walked over to my aunt. I saw her squatting on the ground with her back to me, her hand outstretched to take the paper. Her pants were pulled down very low, all the way to her ankles, while her shirt was lifted up high, completely exposing her white, round, and fleshy buttocks to me. My face burned, and I was about to run away when I heard my aunt whisper, "Don't peek."

By this time, after what happened with my cousin, I had undergone a qualitative leap. I was acutely aware of the implied meaning in my aunt's voice. I stopped and watched as my aunt slowly raised her snow-white buttocks in front of me, wiping her genitals with the paper I had given her.

I watched as her labia parted under the pressure of the paper, revealing her pink vagina, then closed again, covered by sparse pubic hair. My penis suddenly swelled, and I felt my breath quicken and my ears burn. However, my aunt finally finished wiping herself down, put on her pants, and turned around. Seeing that I hadn't gone far, she wasn't surprised. Instead, she came over, grabbed my hand, and squeezed it tightly, saying, "You naughty thing, go home."

That year, my aunt was forty-one years old. Although she lived in the countryside and had some barely noticeable wrinkles on her face, she was beautiful and didn't look old at all, radiating a captivating mature charm.

That evening, my uncle went to chat at another house, and my aunt and I, as usual, enjoyed the cool air in front of our house. Even though we had mosquito coils, mosquitoes still invaded my airspace. My aunt asked me to sit next to her so she could fan me away. My cousin, who was in his first year of high school, went to another house to watch TV, so my aunt and I chatted idly.

Smelling the fragrance emanating from my aunt, the scene from noon kept replaying in my mind. I said, "Aunt, give me the fan, I'll help you swat the mosquitoes." As I took the fan, I deliberately squeezed my aunt's hand.

My aunt pretended not to notice and said, "If you help me swat away the mosquitoes, I'll take a nap." She then lay down on the bamboo bed with her back to me.

My hand, which was fanning herself, occasionally brushed against her waist. After about ten minutes, I placed the fan on her body and casually put my hand on the bamboo bed where she was sleeping, pressing it against her back. Seeing that she didn't react, I mustered my courage and gently stroked her waist between her clothes and pants, as if it were unintentional. I repeated this a few times, and she seemed to have fallen asleep and remained motionless.

I knew she was doing it on purpose. I slowly slipped my hand inside her clothes, and with a reverent and excited heart, carefully stroked her back, then slowly moved it under her armpits, touching her breasts. The night was hazy but not entirely dark. Under the cover of darkness, I, a seventeen-year-old boy, under the open sky, was caressing my dear aunt's breasts.

My aunt's breasts were larger and slightly sagging than my cousin's, but still very elastic, especially her nipples, which were much larger. With my constant stimulation, her nipples became erect and seemed to secrete a little fluid. I touched the fluid with my hand and tasted it to see if it was milk, but I couldn't tell.

Time passed very quickly. Just as I was still immersed in my aunt's breasts, I suddenly vaguely saw my uncle return. I quickly grabbed a fan and vigorously fanned my aunt, waking her up and saying, "Auntie, here's the fan, I'm going back to sleep." Back in the house, I continued to savor my aunt's body while masturbating to my heart's content.

Dawn came, the sun rose. This day was the most unbearable day of my life. I spent the entire day in a daze. I couldn't look my aunt in the eye; I just desperately longed for night to come again. I had only one thought in my mind: my sexy aunt and I had a tacit rendezvous that night, but neither of us faced it.

The beautiful night finally arrived. Almost exactly the same as the night before, my uncle and cousin both went out again. I sat next to my aunt, and we barely spoke that night. My aunt pretended not to know what had happened the night before and still handed me the fan. A few minutes later, I started with the same unoriginal routine: touching my aunt's back and waist, then rubbing her nipples, measuring the size of her breasts with my palm.

Just when I was running out of things to do, it suddenly occurred to me that I should touch my aunt's buttocks, because I loved looking at my aunt's buttocks from behind. I reached down from my aunt's waistband and discovered that her waistband was loose! I touched my aunt's underwear (the kind of large underwear men wear, not the briefs we have now), and then went inside her shorts, I touched my aunt's buttocks. How wonderful! I couldn't help but feel proud of my idea!

My aunt's buttocks were full and smooth, fleshy but not fat, and I couldn't cover them with one hand. After lingering on my aunt's buttocks for a few minutes, I moved downwards. I touched a wet, slippery area, which I assumed was her vagina. However, touching from behind was inconvenient, especially with her pants and waistband in between, requiring me to twist my hand. So, I pulled my hand away, intending to reach over her body and explore her wet patch from the front.

I continued to cover her with the fan for cover, slipping my hand inside her pants. I touched her pubic hair—sparse—and further down, it was a vast expanse of wetness. My hand wandered around her vagina, a place I knew nothing about, not even my cousin's. Suddenly, I felt a suction effect, and my fingers involuntarily slipped into an incredibly slippery opening.

Just then, my dear aunt grabbed my hand and gripped it tightly. I thought she was angry at my intrusion and was momentarily at a loss. My aunt squeezed my hand a few times, then, seeing no one around, suddenly hugged me tightly again, saying, "Come here quickly."

I followed her to a small partitioned area upstairs in her house, where several spare mattresses and scattered belongings were stored. She pulled me inside, quickly closed the door, and then held me tightly. My blood rushed to my head, my consciousness both confused and clear.

My aunt quickly took off my clothes, and then quickly took off her own. Using the knowledge I had just learned from my cousin a few days ago, I began to kiss my aunt. The moment my lips touched hers, she put her tongue in my mouth and vigorously swirled it around, sucking on my lips and tongue forcefully. My hands held my aunt's buttocks, her bare buttocks now at my mercy, allowing me to caress and enjoy them; I lingered, unwilling to let go.

My aunt pulled me down onto the unrolled mattress, straddled me, and knelt on top of me. She took my hands and placed them on her breasts, rubbing them. Then, she guided my already erect penis and sat down on me.

My God, what a feeling! My soul soared to the heavens with that one step! I felt my penis suddenly enveloped in an incredibly warm and soft world. The happiness I felt was something I could never experience during masturbation; it was an unprecedented experience. How much I loved my aunt at that moment! I was willing to give her everything!

My aunt, however, didn't seem to understand my inner turmoil. She skillfully moved and thrust against me. The attic was hot, and the sweat from my aunt dripped into my mouth. I thought it tasted like the best thing in the world. I lifted my head and licked my aunt's breast—it was actually the first time I had ever touched a breast with my mouth. My aunt looked at me and smiled. She lifted my head and pressed it against her chest, continuing to thrust vigorously against me.

Time seemed to crawl by. In those ten-odd minutes, countless beautiful scenes flashed through my mind, and countless memories of my aunt flashed before my eyes.

Time flew by too quickly. Before I could fully savor the pleasure in my heart, my aunt suddenly let out a muffled cry and then rapidly increased the speed and force of her thrusts. Then came a violent shudder, accompanied by a suppressed, frenzied moan. After a two- or three-second pause, another violent shudder and moan followed, repeating this more than ten times. Although I had ejaculated several times in the preceding days, under my aunt's intense onslaught, I finally couldn't suppress a muffled roar, and my semen, like cannonballs, shot into my aunt's uterus, spurt after spurt.

Afterwards, my aunt quickly cleaned up the scene. Throughout the entire process, my aunt and I didn't exchange many words, nor did we display much intimacy. We were like shooting stars meeting, shining brightly and rapidly for a moment before cooling down and dissipating.

The next day, I went to the county town to pick up my university acceptance letter. In the days that followed, I was immersed in my dreams of university, temporarily forgetting my aunt's passion that night, and didn't see her again until university started. However, my heart was already tied to her like a kite.

I quickly adapted to the new university life. Then, I gradually began to miss my aunt. Her beautiful face, her lovely figure, her sexy hips, and especially her intense and unrestrained love, made me fantasize about her every night. I began to live in longing for her, in memories of her.

The long-awaited winter vacation finally arrived. I couldn't wait to pack my bags and rush home. My aunt's family didn't have a telephone then, and I so wanted to call her, tell her I was back, that I was coming to see her.

When I got home, my father told me that my uncle had sent a message saying that if I had nothing to do, I could come to his house to visit and help my younger cousin with his studies. I was overjoyed; heaven was truly kind to me.

After visiting old classmates and chatting with my parents for a few days, with about ten days left before the Lunar New Year, I packed some clean clothes and went to my aunt's house, which I had been looking forward to visiting.

My aunt hadn't changed at all. My uncle and aunt, upon seeing me, both said I had grown up, matured, and become like a man. They even lectured my younger cousin, telling him to learn from me, get into a good university, and become a successful person. I felt incredibly ashamed; my success was simply due to my aunt's infinitely beautiful body! My

cousin was quite self-disciplined in his studies, while my uncle either worked outside or went to visit relatives to play cards and boast. While my aunt cooked, I helped by adding firewood. I looked at my aunt, and she looked at me too. I saw her eyes gradually well up with tears, and then streams of tears flowed down her cheeks.

My aunt said that for the past six months, she had missed me constantly, thinking about everything about me, and often suffering from insomnia at night. A little while later, she said she was sorry and told me to study more, try to forget her, and become a good university student.

Amidst my aunt's contradictory and illogical words, I sensed her struggle between reason and desire. I deliberately said, "Aunt, I've been missing you terribly for the past six months. If you ask me to forget you, I'll go insane." My aunt stared at me in surprise, tears streaming down her face again.

I went to her side, cupped her face, and gently kissed her, saying, "Aunt, I love you."

In those days, hearing "I love you" was a rare sound. I saw my aunt's hands tremble uncontrollably. Suddenly, she hugged me tightly, whispering urgently, "I love you too. I missed you. I'm yours. My little darling, Aunt is your woman. Whatever you want, Aunt will always give it to you."

That evening, my uncle went to play cards as usual, my cousin studied in another room, and I watched TV with my aunt in her room—a new TV we'd just bought for the New Year. The TV was on a table next to the door; we sat inside so anyone coming from outside could see us. I sat down next to my aunt, holding her hand. After a while, I let go and put my arms around her waist. She gave me a warning because people outside might see us. I then let go and reached directly to her buttocks.

Ah, her buttocks! I stroked them incessantly, gently probing her anus and the vaginal opening with my fingers. My aunt leaned forward slightly, lifting her buttocks back a little. This made it easier for me to move around. I inserted my fingers into her anus. I could tell she wasn't comfortable, but she didn't say anything to please me.

I then inserted my fingers into her vagina, but because of her sitting position, it was difficult to go in deeply. After wandering around her vagina for a while, I pulled my hand out from behind and slipped it into the front of her pants. My aunt gave me a coquettish glare and placed a hand warmer with a large floral fabric covering her chest and legs.

I touched her vaginal opening; it was already overflowing with vaginal fluid. I inserted one finger and slowly moved it in and out. My aunt pretended to be watching TV, but she didn't know anything about what was on.

After a while, I felt my index finger getting tired from constantly curling up, so I inserted it along with my middle finger. My aunt had been bending over to protect my hand, not wanting anyone coming in to notice, when suddenly she straightened up and thrust her hips forward. I knew my aunt was about to ejaculate, so I increased my thrusting and stirred inside her. A few minutes later, my aunt's face was flushed, and she gripped the hand warmer tightly. I felt my fingers being squeezed by her vagina in waves.

I glanced at my aunt, and she whispered, "Sweetheart, go wash your hands." When I returned, my aunt used the same cover to masturbate me, and all the semen I had accumulated over the semester was spilled into my shorts.

Because there wasn't a completely safe opportunity, for the next two days, besides this mutual touching, there wasn't much other contact. On the third day, the opportunity finally came.

That day, my uncle was going out to collect debts from the jobs he'd been doing for others. He originally wanted me to go with him, but my aunt said I needed to rest since I'd just returned from vacation, so she took my cousin instead. I was overjoyed. These past few days, my aunt had been worried about my health, trying to nourish me by killing a chicken and making my favorite steamed meatballs. Since I'd come from afar and was considered a special guest by my uncle, all of this was perfectly justified. Little did my uncle know, the sperm produced by all this nourishment would ultimately be ejaculated into my aunt's uterus.

After my uncle and cousin left, my aunt bolted the yard gate, locked the main gate from the inside, and only partially bolted the back door. She said the back door was quiet, so if my uncle and cousin returned early, they could say they'd closed the front door and entered through the back. My heart had been pounding ever since my uncle and aunt left. The dream I'd been anticipating for half a year was about to come true. I was incredibly excited; my erect penis had been standing at attention since that moment, never faltering.

My aunt led me by the hand to their bedside. This time, I helped her undress, and since it was winter, we quickly crawled into bed. Under the covers, I swiftly explored my aunt's entire body. This time, there was no heat or sweat, no rush. I started kissing her eyes, moving to her lips, our tongues entwining for a while before I took her nipple into my mouth, sucking hard, licking her breasts and chest with my tongue. This time, my aunt was like a gentle little girl, letting me do as I pleased.

I pulled back the covers, enduring the cold, and carefully examined my aunt's vulva. Her vulva wasn't large; the labia were slightly darker than the rest of her body, but behind the darker labia lay smooth, tender flesh. My aunt's pubic hair was sparse, almost to the point of being considered "white tiger" (meaning she was completely naked),

and her clitoris wasn't very large, though it was quite prominent. I licked it with my tongue, but it wasn't as sweet as I'd imagined, so I didn't lick it again. Because of this, my body was positioned opposite hers as I examined her vulva. My aunt, who hadn't moved much, suddenly grabbed my leg that was stretched out in front of her and began licking my penis with her tongue. I found it strange; why was I experiencing this? My aunt would occasionally take it into her mouth and gently nip the head of my penis with her teeth.

Just as I was experiencing this unprecedented sensation, my aunt pressed my head down with her hand and said, "Lick it for your aunt." I had no choice but to endure the taste and lick slowly. Starting with my aunt's pubic hair, I licked step by step, and after licking her clitoris, I took her entire vulva into my mouth and sucked hard.

My aunt said, "Sweetheart, you're quite the player."

I replied, "I'm self-taught."

After sucking for a while, I parted my aunt's labia and began licking the pink flesh inside. Gradually, I didn't find the taste of my aunt's vagina unpleasant; on the contrary, I liked it more and more. I was amazed at my own adaptability.

At this moment, my aunt was licking the meatus of my penis. Seeing my buttocks thrusting upwards, she took my penis into her mouth and sucked hard while moving it up and down. After a period of holding back, I finally ejaculated all my semen into my aunt's mouth. I crawled over to look at my aunt and saw that she had swallowed all the semen.

My aunt glanced at my penis, which was a little tired but still erect. My aunt said, "Sweetheart, lie down."

I lay on the bed for a short nap. My aunt climbed on top of me and started kissing me from my nipples (I didn't kiss her mouth-to-mouth, haha), down to my belly button, my testicles, my toes, and then she rolled over and kissed my buttocks. I pressed her head down, and she licked and poked my anus with her tongue.

After kissing my whole body, she took my penis and sat on it, saying, "Sweetheart, I'm your woman, I love you to death."

I lay on the bed watching her writhe on top of me, squeezing her buttocks and breasts, while she licked my fingers. Finally, not long after, she climaxed in a throbbing sensation. However, at this moment, my penis had only just regained some feeling and desperately needed further stimulation.

I rolled her over and lay on top of her, thrusting in and out in the most ordinary position. About ten minutes later, my aunt seemed to regain her senses from her daze. She lifted her legs onto my shoulders and began pinching me hard. I thrust even more fiercely, each thrust touching my aunt's cervix.

My aunt touched me and said, "Sweetheart, you've entered my heart!"

I felt incredibly proud. My dear aunt, I am inside you; I am a part of you! I said, "Auntie, I'd love to fuck you every day if I had the chance."

Auntie said, "No, you still need to grow."

I said, "I'm an adult now."

Auntie was silent for a moment, then said, "Yes, my little darling is an adult now, she's my man."

Hearing this, I quickly said, "Then you have to call me brother, and let brother fuck you hard."

Auntie blushed and softly said in an infinitely seductive voice, "Darling, brother, husband, fuck me hard, my cunt is made for you to fuck, my cunt wants brother's big cock to fuck it every day."

Auntie's words greatly stimulated my enthusiasm. I didn't change positions, just kept thrusting in and out, each time my cock was completely out and completely back in. Auntie's whole body was limp, only her hands occasionally squeezed me hard, her eyes showing infinite satisfaction and lust, completely in a daze.

Half an hour later, my excitement gradually reached its peak. Just then, my aunt, who had been motionless, suddenly tensed up, took her legs off my shoulders and propped them on the bed, arched her hips and buttocks into a powerful bow, and grabbed my buttocks, pulling them forcefully against her vulva. I felt her hands suddenly become incredibly strong, gripping me painfully. However, I couldn't care less about the pain at that moment; all my sperm was ready, just waiting for the command to ejaculate.

Almost simultaneously, within seconds of each other, my aunt and I reached orgasm. After several intense throbbings, my aunt seemed to have lost her senses.

That day, we spent almost all our time having sex. As long as I could get an erection after resting, we would continue having sex. Except for the brief period of euphoria and disorientation after sex and orgasm, my aunt spent most of the time holding me tightly. She kissed me again and again, sucking on everything from my head to every toe. My aunt said I was her nemesis. She had never had any improper thoughts before, but ever since she saw the semen stain I left on my cousin's skirt, she became obsessed with me, forgetting her age and generation.

A few days later, a similar situation occurred again, and my aunt and I made love all day long. However, this time, things almost went wrong.

That afternoon, we had just finished a very intense orgasm during intercourse. We were lying down talking. My aunt, as usual, was holding me. Suddenly, we heard someone calling from the courtyard gate. It turned out to be a tractor driver from the village who had met my uncle outside, and my uncle had asked him to bring some things home.

My aunt was startled by the shout. We quickly got up and dressed, removed the smell of semen from the room (at that time, rural people liked to burn a very strong incense stick in front of the family shrine), and after some simple tidying up, my aunt told me to hide upstairs. Then, starting from the back door, she slowly opened all the doors while responding to our calls.

My aunt said, "Oh, what a coincidence, I just got back from outside."

The man didn't leave immediately after putting his things down; instead, he chatted with everyone for a while, even asking seriously, "Didn't your nephew who's in college come to visit? Where's he?"

My aunt said, "He's out for a walk and hasn't come back yet."

After waiting for a long time, the man finally left. My aunt called me down, blushed, and pressed my forehead.

In the years that followed, I dated, found a job, got married, and had children. My beautiful and sexy aunt also grew older. More than ten years have passed. Although I've never had sex with my aunt again, I can still feel her care and concern for me in every day. Her love for me, as she herself said, was something she couldn't distinguish—it included love for a child, love for a man, affection, and sex.

With children and a family, plus work, I had fewer and fewer opportunities to see my aunt, and I couldn't express my love for her more. However, deep in my heart, I am deeply grateful for the unparalleled sexual and emotional enjoyment my aunt gave me in that era.

This article is dedicated to my beautiful, sexy aunt with a round, white bottom!

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