My beautiful second aunt

My second aunt is a beautiful woman. Although she's not voluptuous, she's rather slender and very feminine.

In my memory, she was very glamorous. When I was little, I remembered her loving to dress up, and I thought that marrying a woman like her when I grew up would be the greatest happiness of my life.

This year is my college entrance exam year. In my second year of high school, due to the pressure of studying, my family decided that I should live with my second uncle, who lived closer to the school. So, throughout my second and third years of high school, I lived with my second aunt. I saw her every day. My second uncle often traveled for work, and my brother, my second aunt's son, was in college, so I often had time alone with her. By then, I already understood matters between men and women. Although my second aunt attracted me, I knew it was immoral to think that way. Besides, my relationship with my second uncle was quite good, and if I thought about it in that way, it would really be... I felt guilty. Although I was so close to my childhood sweetheart, I knew I couldn't, I really couldn't…

Back then, the pressure of studying was immense, so I became obsessed with things that allowed me to relax, like masturbation. It was the best way to relax my whole body, and every time I finished, I felt energetic the next day and could fully immerse myself in my studies. I usually studied until after 11 PM, and my aunt would already be asleep. I would start masturbating in my brother's room, imagining my aunt naked while I masturbated. It felt so good, so incredibly good. I really wanted to have sex with her.

My aunt was very caring towards me, I knew that. I was already a grown man, and I thought I was good-looking and had a good physique.

Many girls at school would hint at their feelings for me, but I knew that my studies were the most important thing at that time, so I ignored them. But I knew that my aunt's care for me seemed to stem only from her affection for her nephew. She would often ask me if any girls were pursuing me at school, and if so, I should ignore them, etc. She was generally against me having a boyfriend. I think I understood that there was something subtle going on between us.

It was probably past 11 PM that day. Having finished my homework, I started masturbating. I knew my aunt was already asleep, so I didn't think much of it. I didn't lock the door or turn off the lamp. Suddenly, my aunt pushed the door open and came in. I jumped, my right hand still holding my erect penis, and I hadn't even pulled up my pants. My aunt looked at me in surprise; she seemed startled too. My face flushed, and I didn't know what to do. The atmosphere became awkward. I saw my aunt was also blushing; she probably hadn't seen me like this before. In her mind, maybe I was a sensible child, maybe I shouldn't have done this.

I instantly felt my image in my aunt's eyes was completely ruined, so I quickly tried to say something: "Um… I'll go to sleep right away…" After saying that, I realized how stupid I was.

My aunt didn't listen to me; instead, she came in.

She walked to my side, looked at my penis, and said, "What's wrong? Is something bothering you?" I figured I couldn't hide anything, so I said, "Nothing much, I'm just feeling bored and looking for something to do." She smiled and said, "Have you finished your homework?" Hearing this, I realized my aunt didn't consider it shameful, so I didn't feel embarrassed anymore and calmed down, saying, "Yes, I've finished it all." At that moment, I noticed my aunt was wearing pajamas, the low neckline revealing her delicate cleavage, below which were her long, slender legs. At that moment, I felt no shame, only wicked thoughts about my second aunt. I knew that at that moment, I wanted to have sex with her!

My second aunt seemed to notice my gaze, and my penis became even more erect. I saw her staring at me, then suddenly she looked away and said, "I got up to go to the bathroom and saw you were still awake, so I came over. It's getting late, go to sleep now." As she was about to leave, I looked at the faint red underwear under her thin pajamas and couldn't control myself anymore.

I grabbed her hand and said, "Second Aunt, I can't take it anymore, I want you! I was thinking about you just now!"

She turned around, looked at me, then at my erect penis, blushed, and couldn't say anything for a moment. I knew she hesitated, and if she hadn't come into my room dressed like this today, I would never have had any improper thoughts about my second aunt. It was just a momentary impulse; I think it was a sudden surge of intense passion that made me lose my mind and say those words.

My second aunt finally spoke, and I seemed to feel boundless love in her words . She said, "Silly boy, why?

" I told her all my childhood memories of her and my innermost thoughts, and for a moment, I felt a great sense of relief and ease. After I finished speaking, to my surprise, my second aunt grabbed my hand and placed it on her breast. I felt an infinite softness that instantly melted me.

She said, "Okay, just this once, you silly boy..." And just as she finished speaking, my penis felt like it was about to burst, and I no longer restrained myself. My other hand naturally slipped into my aunt's red panties under her pajamas...

I immediately slipped my hand inside her red panties, just touching her soft pubic hair.

I thought if I were a little faster, I could touch the secret garden I'd always fantasized about touching and feeling its temperature and moisture.

Suddenly, my aunt grabbed my hand and said, "Um... wait a minute..." I was completely confused. Had she changed her mind?

No way! I hurriedly asked, "What's wrong?" She pointed to the window and said, "It's too bright in here; people outside will see." I glanced back out the window. Indeed, my second aunt's house was across the street from another apartment building. Looking out from this angle, I thought, if anyone were standing on that balcony right now, we'd be completely exposed. Ha, my second aunt was more cautious. As for me, in a moment of impulsiveness, I didn't care about anything. So, I got up and turned off the lamp.

Instantly, it was pitch black. My eyes slowly adjusted to the darkness. Thankfully, the people across the street weren't asleep yet; their living room light was on, quite bright, and a faint glow streamed into our little secret room. Now, it was just the two of us, and we could play all night long, if we could. However, the darkness seemed to prevent me from seeing her clearly, but what did it matter? As long as I could be with her, I felt I'd be satisfied with anything tonight!

Without thinking too much, I turned off the light and immediately threw myself into my aunt's arms, starting to grope her body. She began to move in response. I started taking off her pajamas, then her bra, and finally her panties. A sliver of light from the bedroom shone on her, a silvery glow. Her skin was so smooth. I could vaguely see my aunt's breasts and areolas. Although she was very thin, her breasts were still quite full, below which was a dark, inverted triangle, mysterious and alluring, making one wonder if those dark areas were enticing peach-pink lips.

Just as I was standing there, lost in thought, my aunt said, "Silly boy. What are you thinking about? Take yours off too." I snapped out of my daze. My aunt seemed quite anxious; you could tell that although she appeared very serious, her eyes didn't lie, did they? The moment she looked at my penis, I knew she was also burning with desire. No wonder, my second uncle is often away, sometimes not returning for a month or two, leaving my aunt alone at the door. It would be abnormal if she didn't have feelings for him, wouldn't it? I quickly took off my shirt and underwear; my penis was already rock hard.

In the darkness, we were very quiet; we could almost hear each other's rapid breathing and heartbeats—the calm before the storm.

My aunt spoke first: "Come here, let me help you relax." She sat up and grasped my penis. Although she was almost 40, her hands were still slender, making my whole body tingle. My penis felt incredibly hard; I had never let a woman touch my penis before.

I'd never felt this way before; it was amazing. I also felt needed. It was an aggressive touch. You feel like the woman in front of you is very horny, she needs you, and she wants to devour you. Just as I was enjoying it, I suddenly felt something wet. It turned out my aunt was giving me oral sex. The repeated and lubricated thrusting made me feel like I was dying of pleasure. I felt an unbearable urge travel from my head down to my lower abdomen. It gathered into a small universe and exploded instantly. Yes, I came.

After spitting out the semen from her mouth, my second aunt said, "First time with a woman, huh? Heh, pretty quick." I scratched the back of my head, stammering, I couldn't control myself.

My second aunt smiled gently and used toilet paper to wipe my penis. Originally, my head had cleared up after ejaculating, but as my second aunt wiped me, I looked at the blackness of her triangle area and imagined that pinkish-red vagina. At the same time, my lower body was being stimulated by my second aunt, and soon, my already limp penis erupted again. My second aunt looked at my gradually swelling penis with surprise.

I lost control, pinning my aunt to the bed, spreading her legs, and thrusting my penis towards her pubic hair. At first, I seemed to hit pubic hair rather than her labia, as it felt itchy and fuzzy. Then, my penis touched wet, smooth flesh—a woman's genitals, my aunt's secret garden. Initially, because I wasn't aiming at the vaginal opening, I felt very hard, but in my panic, I quickly found the entrance to that secret garden.

In an instant, I was inside, inside the innermost part of the garden. At that moment, I was inside my aunt's body, we were joined together, our bodies fused together. What a wonderful thing! I didn't thrust, but simply remained in that position, my penis fully inside her vagina.

Her vagina was tight, gripping my penis tightly, giving me a warm feeling.

It was a body temperature, the temperature inside her body. The moment I thrust in, my aunt groaned. Then, as we merged, she held me tightly. Strangely, the orgasm I felt earlier came quickly, but this time it wasn't so fast. And just like before, my aunt excitedly cried out: "My silly boy, you're amazing! Faster, move, move, let me feel you!" As my aunt felt pleasure, my body began to move back and forth like pistons. Her vagina released more and more lubrication. We changed positions. What I'd

seen in porn before had become teaching material. I penetrated from behind, my aunt sat on top of me, we both sat up and hugged each other, and I even penetrated from behind from the side. For the first time in three months at my uncle's house, this was the happiest day my aunt had ever experienced. I felt she had been thirsting for a long time; a desire to devour me intensely stimulated my sexual nerves, making my thrusts even more violent.

About 20 minutes passed, and I felt another intense surge of energy rise from my lower abdomen. I reached another climax, almost ejaculating completely.

My aunt's vaginal fluid had also flowed out in a large puddle. We cleaned ourselves up quickly, and because we seemed to have exhausted ourselves, we soon felt sleepy and fell asleep in each other's arms. The next day was school, and I needed to get some sleep...

Ring... Ring... I was woken up by the alarm clock. I opened my eyes, and it was already the next morning. Suddenly, I remembered what happened last night. I had been very intimate and sweet with my aunt, and I couldn't help but smile foolishly. But when I looked around, my aunt was gone. I walked out of the bedroom and heard the sound and smell of fried rice coming from the kitchen. It turned out that my aunt had gotten up early and was making breakfast for me. I tossed a "Get up!" into the kitchen. She said, "Okay, hurry up and wash your face and brush your teeth, then eat." Hearing this, I was somewhat disappointed. It was the same simple dialogue as before. After last night's intimate moments, after all that passion, had we gone nowhere? Why was her tone so calm, lacking the enthusiasm I'd hoped for? Had she forgotten our time together yesterday? Or was my experience just a dream? A figment of my imagination? I smiled, thinking how foolish I was. Why think so much? Besides, yesterday was real. Can't I tell the difference between reality and a dream?

What a ridiculous thought!

Breakfast was already laid out on the table. My aunt and I sat opposite each other, just as usual. I stole a glance at her; she was so calm, as if nothing had happened last night. A heartless woman!

I thought childishly, but I couldn't hold back any longer and blurted out, "Um, yesterday…" My aunt immediately interrupted me, "Only you and I know about yesterday. Don't tell anyone else, understand? And this won't happen again. Okay, let's eat." My heart sank instantly. What was that all about! This woman is incredibly cold-blooded. My second aunt shouldn't be like this. She should be a very considerate and gentle woman. But then I remembered that before we did it yesterday, she said it was just this once, and she was serious. I thought she didn't want to make things worse. But was yesterday's incident just to satisfy my restless teenage heart? I can't understand it. What was she thinking? Why didn't she tell me the truth? I finished my breakfast dejectedly, packed my books, picked up my schoolbag, and left. "Second aunt," I said, greeting her as I went to school.

She said, "Okay, be careful on your way, and pay attention in class!"

Hearing this, I seemed to understand and couldn't help but smile.

Ah, my second aunt is still the same gentle and sweet second aunt. So all that was to make me focus on my studies and not get distracted. Yes, after all, I'm about to take the college entrance exam! "

Okay, I understand!" I replied.

I thought I should listen to my aunt and forget about yesterday, focusing on my studies. But I found I couldn't. The first period was math. My eyes were on the blackboard, but my mind was on my aunt's alluring body from last night. Her seductive voice echoed repeatedly in my mind as we intertwined, "Faster, faster! Oh, you're amazing!"

The second period was history. The history teacher was a woman with a hot body. She wore tight jeans, revealing a clear slit between her legs. Having experienced yesterday, looking at a woman's buttocks now felt like a tantalizing glimpse. I knew that between those legs lay a warm and moist paradise.

Then, my aunt's parting words echoed in my mind: "Pay attention in class." So my gaze returned to the blackboard, but unconsciously, I imagined the history teacher as my aunt again, remembering her wild behavior in bed last night. I thought, although she's a strict history teacher usually, I wonder what a wild little beast she'll become in bed!

And so, the day passed by in a blur. I couldn't forget my second aunt at all. All day long, my mind was filled with her—her in her business attire, her in jeans, her in a skirt, her in pajamas, and even her naked. Every single one of her beauties captivated me; every version of her could mesmerize me. I think at that moment, I was immersed in the small happiness of having her. I was happy. But now, it's impossible for me and my second aunt to be together anymore. So perhaps I should listen to her and study hard; that's the key.

A month passed, and life seemed to return to normal. I studied diligently, and my relationship with my second aunt remained the same. Every day, I went to school and came home; she went to work and came home. Recently, the whole school organized a mock exam for the entire grade. After the exam, I felt I had done very well. When the results came out, I was in the top 10 of my class for the first time. My homeroom teacher also gave me high praise, saying I still had potential for improvement.

I immediately called my parents to share the good news. They both said it was all thanks to my aunt, who takes such good care of me, and that I now have a much more comfortable learning environment than at home. They told me to keep up the good work!

I was very happy, so after school that day, I rushed back to my aunt's house to tell her the good news.

After listening, she patted my head and said, "If you put in a little more effort, you'll improve even faster!" I joked, "Since I did so well, Aunt, you should give me a reward!" My aunt readily replied, "What kind of reward do you want? What do you want to eat? You can have anything you want; Aunt will definitely fulfill your wishes." Originally, I wanted to say that I wanted to eat her sweet and sour fish. My aunt's sweet and sour fish is incredibly delicious; I always finish my plate completely when she makes it. But when I heard her say, "Whatever you want, I'll give you," I had a wicked thought.

I said, "Second Aunt, I promise I won't say anything nonsense, and I also promise I... I'll study hard in the future, it's just, it's just..." Seeing me stammering, Second Aunt quickly asked, "It's just what?" I said, "It's just that I want to take a bath with you, like a couple's bath!" Second Aunt was taken aback and said, "You're being silly again. Didn't I tell you? Have you forgotten?" I said, "I haven't forgotten. What I want to do most right now is to take a bath with you, just a bath together, nothing else. Second Aunt, please grant me this small request." "My second aunt thought for a moment and said, 'Okay, I promise you, but not today. It's my period today. Let's wait a few days. I'll tell you when it's okay. But you have to study hard, okay?' Hearing my second aunt's agreement, my heart felt like a flower blooming again, basking in the warmth of the sun. I quickly said, 'Yes, I know. But before that, could you make me sweet and sour fish, second aunt?' My second aunt smiled contentedly, 'So that's what you want to eat? Hehe, little rascal, of course! Second aunt will go downstairs to buy groceries

right now…' Sitting at my desk, with a huge pile of practice exam questions in front of me, I was very full after dinner. But I thought if I still had my second aunt's sweet and sour fish in front of me, I could eat more. It would be so delicious! A true delicacy!" In a few days, I'll finally be able to fulfill my wish of taking a bath together with my second aunt. Just thinking about seeing her alluring body and those pink lips I've been longing for day and night makes me excited. My penis suddenly gets hard and erect, pushing against my soft underwear, but for a moment, it hurts a little! What did my second aunt say? She's on her period these past few days. I know a little about that; a period is when a woman menstruates. Usually, that stuff is dirty; it's blood flowing from the genitals. Menstruation is probably a secret for every girl, known only to her closest confidants, like friends or lovers. But my second aunt told me all this. Maybe she's no longer wary of me. I guess I'm her closest person now. I can't help but feel happy that our relationship is progressing further. I stopped thinking about it and started working on my homework. I figured if my grades kept improving, my aunt would be happy, and she'd feel more relaxed about our relationship. After all, I felt she was worried about my future and thinking about what was best for me. I didn't want to burden her or make her feel guilty, so I had to study hard.

Three days passed, and today was Saturday, school was out. My classmates and I went to the gym to play basketball, something I do every week to relieve the stress of the week's studies. Today I played especially hard, and when I got home I was soaked in sweat. My aunt was watching TV, and I thought she looked beautiful. She was wearing a pink, slightly see-through tank top, with a hint of black bra visible through the cutouts, adding a touch of mystery. She was wearing a white skirt. I wondered what color underwear she was wearing. Then

she stood up to greet me and said, "You're back! Why were you playing so hard today? Look how sweaty you are!" I said, "They're all experts today, so they're having a blast." My second aunt said, "Go take a hot shower to cool off!" As soon as I heard "shower," I remembered the agreement I'd made with my second aunt earlier. She seemed to realize this too; her face turned a little red.

I said, "Then shower with me, second aunt, is that alright today?" My second aunt said, "Okay, I'll help you wash properly; you must be filthy!" So after a quick wash, we went into the bathroom together. My second aunt's house has a solar-powered water heater, so we can shower anytime. My second aunt tested the water temperature and then locked the bathroom door. We faced each other, looking into each other's eyes. The bathroom was dimly lit, creating a somewhat ambiguous atmosphere. Suddenly, everything in the bathroom seemed incredibly sexy: the dim lighting, the large mirror, the toilet, the long bathtub, and the smooth showerhead.

I used to think this place was dirty, but now, because of my second aunt, everything was different. Her long hair, illuminated by the light, had a flowing beauty. As she took off her pink tank top, she said, "Take off your clothes." My heart started racing. Watching her take off her clothes one by one, my penis involuntarily hardened. I quickly undressed, and a straight, erect penis stood erect between my waist and legs.

My second aunt didn't take off all her clothes, leaving only black lace panties. The question from before was answered: her panties were the same color as her bra, and the lace seams made her pubic hair faintly visible, making me even more eager to see down there. But my second aunt didn't take them off, which really whetted my appetite. I thought, the first time we made love, I couldn't see her little secret because of the dim lighting. No matter what, I couldn't miss this opportunity today.

I said, "Second aunt, take off your panties too. I really want to see your private parts." My aunt looked at my erect penis, and I saw a hint of lingering affection in her eyes. She slowly pulled down her lace panties. Although the bathroom light was dim, I could still clearly see her inverted triangle-shaped secret garden.

Seeing that my gaze was fixed on her genitals, my aunt said, "Okay, let's wash." We then entered the bubble-filled bathtub together. She stroked my skin, helping me wash. She took my hand and placed it on her breasts.

I understood, and I began to knead her breasts with my own hands. Her breasts were firm and elastic. I circled them clockwise, and I could feel her enjoying it. Soon, she moved her hand down my abdomen, eventually finding my penis. She squeezed out some shower gel and began washing it. With her friction and the lubrication of the shower gel, my penis quickly became erect again. I then picked up some shower gel, put some in my palm, and moved it towards her vagina.

I touched her two exposed labia, so tender and delicate, it made me want to take a bite. Something on them was gradually hardening; I thought it was her clitoris. I'd read in books that it's a woman's G-spot, very sensitive, and it grows longer and more prominent during sexual arousal, somewhat like a man's penis. I couldn't resist touching it.

Unexpectedly, my aunt exclaimed, "Oh…!" Her voice was alluring and seductive, the most sensual female call. She said, "What are you doing? How did you know where I feel best?" I said, "Auntie, are you enjoying yourself? Then make Auntie happy!" My second aunt smiled and said, "No need, let's focus on washing." So, I obediently moved my hands elsewhere and began to wash my second aunt's perineum. My second aunt cooperated by opening her thighs, and through the slightly murky water, her vulva was completely exposed before my eyes. I could see the two fleshy patches of her labia minora protruding, like sea clams, a lovely pink color with slightly black edges.

The labia majora were difficult to distinguish because of the pubic hair. However, I could vaguely see that the skin there was very fair, and the color of the vaginal opening was even more delicate, feeling very smooth to the touch. My second aunt's anus was the most beautiful, with perfect patterns, making me want to explore inside.

In short, everything was perfect; this person's little secret was so well-maintained.

My penis swelled even more. Perhaps we both understood each other; we were controlling our lust, trying not to let it erode our spirit and moral bottom line. But the more we suppressed it, the more it swelled. I could see my aunt's face turning red, perhaps from my caressing of her genitals. My penis, too, was being played with by her, wanting to find a good opening to thrust into. I finally couldn't hold back any longer and said, "Aunt, I can't take it anymore, give me oral sex." My aunt seemed to sense that my penis was about to ejaculate, and her body seemed incredibly hot, with a need. She didn't say anything, just nodded. We got out of the bathtub, and she had me sit on the washing machine next to the bathtub. Her sexy, thin lips immediately swept towards my penis...

Just as my aunt put my penis in her mouth, I was simultaneously electrified by this sudden softness. I felt an electric current gradually spreading from my penis to my brain. At that moment, I felt as if my penis had fallen into a pile of soft, warm, and moist cotton.

My second aunt kept licking the surface of my penis with her soft tongue. It tickled me a little, but I felt a strong surge of pleasure from my lower body. She kept teasing me with her mouth and tongue. Looking into her greedy eyes, I felt she was incredibly wanton. But she was beautifully wanton. I liked her slightly aggressive approach.

At that moment, I suddenly realized that I was a masochist when it came to sex. I wanted the woman in front of me to have a strong desire. I liked that burning desire in her eyes. I wanted her desire to devour me, to swallow me into her body, to make us one. I liked the position my second aunt was in when we had sex for the first time. I liked all her intensity towards me, just as I like mature women. I like them because they are more in control!

With the experience of the first time, I knew that my first orgasm would come quickly, but after the first ejaculation, it would be harder to ejaculate again immediately. The second time, it would last much longer.

So I grabbed my aunt's long hair with my right hand and started thrusting into her mouth. Because of the fast pace of the thrusting, she moaned and groaned. Hearing her seductive voice, combined with the smooth, burning sensation in my lower body, I quickly ejaculated, all of it into her mouth, with a little spilling out, which she licked back up with her tongue.

Seeing her swallow my semen, I suddenly wanted to stop her, saying, "Aunt, it's not good to swallow that stuff." Although I'd seen actresses swallow semen in porn before, I always thought it was for filming purposes. Now, seeing it with my own eyes, I felt it was a bit too much. After all, it was my own semen. Thinking about it, it felt somewhat disgusting. And my aunt's lips were so beautiful, her tongue so lovely; it really made the angel in my heart look ugly.

I thought to myself, I must never make such a low-level mistake again, but my aunt didn't seem to find it dirty at all. On the contrary, she seemed to enjoy it; she really needed it. I saw her close her eyes, savoring the taste of my bodily fluids, as if she were intoxicated. She said, "No, it's good!" I breathed a sigh of relief. Seeing how much my aunt was enjoying it, my guilt lessened considerably.

Then my aunt turned on the shower. My penis, because of the oral sex she had given me, still had saliva and semen on it. My aunt helped me wash it, stroking it lovingly. Her slender fingers were filled with boundless tenderness, which I could feel.

I was surrounded by her love. What kind of love was it? Was it the love of an elder for a younger generation? Was it the love between relatives? Was it sexual love between a man and a woman? Or was it romantic love?

I racked my brains, thinking that perhaps our love wasn't just sexual, but something deeper, maybe even romantic love. I wasn't sure, but I thought that at this moment, she might have fallen in love with me, and that love might have originated from sex.

But thinking about it more carefully, there's a nearly 20-year age gap between us. Just considering the age difference, the idea of love between us seems absurd. My thoughts wandered, drifting far away. I looked at my aunt, still so beautiful and captivating—the woman of my dreams!

I firmly believed this; it was a thought I'd had since childhood.

And now, my wish had come true. My dream lover, at this moment, we were naked, exchanging the secrets of our bodies. Thinking of this, my hands unconsciously began to caress my aunt's body. The shower water made her skin even smoother and whiter. I wanted to devour her whole. My hands roamed quickly over her body, as if I couldn't bear to let go of this scene before me. I was afraid that this reality would suddenly disappear.

I touched my second aunt's breasts, then her lower abdomen, and finally stroked her private parts. Right now, I was the only one with the key to unlock that private place, wasn't I? Thinking about this, I felt a secret thrill, and my penis, which had just been fantasizing about my second aunt, became fully erect.

I sat down on the edge of the bathtub, and my penis, like a pillar standing on the ground, shot upwards. I pulled my second aunt's hand, gesturing for her to come towards me. She understood, turned her back to me, and sat down on my lap. Although my second aunt was very thin, she had a large bottom. She used her hand to guide my penis to her vaginal opening, and sitting like that, it entered smoothly.

As mentioned before, when I make love with my second aunt, I love this position the most, making her the protagonist of pleasure. This position allows my penis to penetrate so deeply, as if it's hitting her climax. My penis fills her entire vagina, and we truly become one. Her big buttocks sit on my lap, giving me an unprecedented feeling of sexual bliss. Her buttocks are so soft and elastic, and seem to carry a unique feminine scent that gradually spreads throughout the bathroom.

My second aunt begins to thrust up and down, slowly at first with soft moans, then gradually becoming louder. In this position, my second aunt is the one thrusting, while I am almost motionless, only making small movements in response. So I feel like my second aunt is fucking me! And I am being fucked by my second aunt! At this moment, while feeling the piston-like movements my second aunt is giving me, I imagine that my second aunt is raping me.

That exhilarating feeling of being abused by a woman I like spreads throughout my entire body. The way she thrusts into me so forcefully shows that she needs me, doesn't it?

I felt this need, and my penis swelled to an unprecedented size. I felt her vagina grip me even tighter, and my hands weren't idle either, massaging her clitoris. Her moans became more wanton; she cried out, "Mmm, almost there, so hot, coming, coming!"

I increased the speed of my rubbing of her clitoris. I saw her expression was pained, but she showed no sign of stopping. I knew she was enjoying it, not uncomfortable. This lasted for about 15 minutes when my penis suddenly felt a strong contraction from her vagina, a contraction that seemed to exert a strong suction on my penis.

At the same time, my aunt's body began to convulse, rhythmically. My penis felt like it had been doused with hot water, and my clitoris began to ooze rhythmically with her contractions. This milky white, gelatinous fluid started flowing down my thighs. There was a lot of it, and her contractions lasted for a long time.

My aunt ejaculated. Yes, my aunt, panting heavily, said, "It felt so good, she came." I saw that she seemed very tired, but the contractions didn't seem to have stopped. It seems that women's orgasms are different from men's. Thinking of this, I felt that I should keep my aunt in that wonderful state of orgasm, after all, orgasm is very precious to every woman.

I said, "Aunt, hold onto the washing machine." She did as I said, and I stood up. At this moment, we were in a rear-entry position. I grabbed my aunt's buttocks and began to move my body back and forth. My penis was going in and out of her still-orgasmic vagina. I heard my aunt cry out again, so I increased the speed. Because of the strong contractions of her vagina earlier, my penis had been intensely stimulated and was in a state on the verge of orgasm. So now, experiencing high-speed friction, my penis instantly became like a swollen fire hydrant. The powerful pressure forced it to ejaculate a strong stream of fluid. At the moment my semen sprayed deep into her vagina, my aunt let out a terrible scream. That thrust, that scalding torrent, seemed to have been deadly!

We both seemed exhausted after the climax. I pulled out my penis and saw a white liquid flowing from my aunt's vagina; I couldn't tell if it was her vaginal fluid or my semen. Because we were both so tired, we quickly washed ourselves and came out wrapped in bathrobes.

We helped each other out of the bathroom. My aunt seemed to have used up more energy. We went to the living room, I put her on the sofa, turned on the TV, and started watching. My aunt likes to watch TV dramas, especially Korean dramas. I suddenly remembered that once when her colleagues came to visit, they watched TV together and discussed the plot. I overheard my aunt say that she liked watching dramas with a third party involved.

I overheard her colleague chime in, "You're just like me! I also like that kind of thing." I thought to myself, "That's probably what most women like." Looking at my aunt, who seemed a little weak but whose eyes held endless tenderness as she looked at me, I switched to a channel showing Korean dramas. My aunt, like an obedient child, was immediately captivated. Earlier, when I first came in, I'd seen her watching this program—the hottest Korean drama right now, "My Lovely Sam Soon." So we watched it together, and we were on the scene where the male lead confessed his love to the female lead, and she said, "I love hearing things like that..."

Suddenly, I thought of how women dress to please those they love; it seems women are born with this ... Women crave being loved and surrounded by men; they especially love the feeling of being loved. It seems that as long as there's love, there are never too many men. If possible, it seems women are born to be cherished. Thinking of this, I moved closer to my second aunt, placing my right hand on her shoulder. She nestled against me like a little bird. I placed my left hand on her thigh, gently caressing her. If I were an observer at that moment, I think I would feel that we were like a pair of mandarin ducks, tightly embracing each other. But is being together forever? Can our love be eternal?

Will it receive blessings? These are all troubling questions. However, I know my own feelings, my feelings for my second aunt, and I also clearly feel her attachment to me. Looking at my second aunt, who now seemed like a happy little woman, I spoke up, "Um, second aunt, you know... um..." I stammered for a long time without saying anything. My second aunt looked up at me, her freshly washed long hair falling onto my arm, and said, "What?

What's wrong?" I continued, "You know what? I love you!" My aunt's cheeks flushed an alluring red. She lowered her head, remained silent for a moment, then suddenly lifted her head, leaned in, and kissed me. I saw happiness radiating from her face, like a young woman in her early twenties, incredibly beautiful. But after a short while, she hesitated. She calmly said, "No, you know, there's no future for us. Don't take it too seriously, you know? Right now, we're just in that kind of relationship, just sex! I know, sometimes, I need you! You're a great guy, you're really great! But that's all!" I didn't believe what I heard. I thought, although words can lie, the eyes don't lie, right? I said to her, "You mean, we're just playmates?" Aunt, I truly love you, I like you from the bottom of my heart. I never saw you as just a playmate. My aunt was startled and looked at me with deep affection. I knew she was touched, but her expression remained resolute. She said, "Listen, silly child, you have a long road ahead of you. You will meet other girls, and you will fall in love with them!" Seeing how determined she was, I panicked and said, "I don't want anyone else, I only want you!" Seeing my reaction, I thought she would be heartless again, but instead, she pulled me close and hugged me tightly. I hugged her back just as tightly. She said, "Silly child, I don't know what this will bring..." Suddenly, a phone rang, interrupting her. We let go of each other. The phone was next to the sofa, so my aunt could easily reach it. She picked up the phone and said, "Hello... Ah, my husband." I was startled. It was my second uncle calling. At the same time, my second aunt also paused, glancing at me uneasily, her expression a complex mix of emotions. Then she avoided my gaze and continued her call with my uncle, asking about work. She said, "Honey, I miss you so much." I leaned closer to listen and could vaguely hear her voice on the other end: "I miss you too, my wife. I'll be home soon." I saw my second aunt's eyes light up, as if she were looking forward to it. "When are you coming back?" she asked eagerly.

Women's minds are truly incomprehensible even to men for a hundred years. Who does she love now? Love my second uncle, or love me, or are you two-timing, wanting more than you have? Thinking about this, I suddenly felt very agitated, so I reached out and stroked her thigh. I wanted to test who she really had feelings for. My second aunt was startled by my crazy act. Later, I realized that what I was doing was truly insane. She was on the phone with my second uncle, and I was stroking her smooth skin, heading towards her sensitive spots. My second uncle was completely unaware on the other end of the phone. If he found out, who knows what dangerous things would happen next! My second aunt struggled to break free, but I didn't care about the situation at all. This thrill of walking a tightrope over a fire was driving me crazy. I didn't know what was wrong with me, how I could become so out of control. I think it was because of the wife's affectionate words to her husband, "I miss you," that made me jealous, which is why I did this. My second aunt stopped struggling. She covered the phone receiver and winked at me, saying, "Don't do this." I was on the phone with your second uncle. I whispered to her, "I know!"

My second aunt couldn't do anything about it, so she let me caress her while she continued talking to my uncle.

About five minutes later, they finished talking. After hanging up, my second aunt turned to me and said, "Why are you starting to act like this? You can't keep doing this. Your second uncle is coming back next Monday...

Your second uncle is coming back next Monday." My second aunt said seriously. Those words echoed in my ears. Today is Saturday, which means he'll be back in one more day. This is my second uncle's first return since my relationship with my second aunt escalated into a sexual partnership. I don't think I'm mentally prepared for this sudden change. My second uncle is back. What will happen to my relationship with my second aunt? How should I face my second uncle? Will he notice this subtle change in our relationship? Faced with this mountain of real-world problems, I felt truly ashamed of my absurd and outrageous behavior just now. However, reality is reality, and fantasy is fantasy; one must always learn to adapt, right? I thought I should handle things like an adult. I apologized to my second aunt, saying, "I'm sorry about what happened earlier, but it won't happen again!" I assured her once more. My second aunt was clearly still concerned about what had just happened; seeing her concern, she said, "You should know that we did this to satisfy each other! If you take this too seriously, I don't think it will be good for either of us." I realized the seriousness of the situation at this point and felt much more at ease, saying, "Second Aunt, don't worry about it. I understand; I was just too emotional just now." She said, "Yes, it's good that you understand our current situation. We're just satisfying each other's physical needs. Remember, if you need anything in the future, come to me, and I'll call you if I need anything, but the condition is that no one can find out. Especially not your second uncle."

I'm no longer going down that path blindly. I understand my second aunt's worries. Perhaps what happened between us shouldn't have destroyed our once beautiful and complete family. They are a loving couple, and they have a bright son in college—my older brother. My previous naive thoughts were somewhat ill-considered. Although my second aunt and I may be in love, our love won't be blessed by others. Our love can only exist underground. The day we openly express our love will be the day our love is destroyed!

I told my second aunt, "It's a deal. If I need you, I'll come to you! And you too!"

My second aunt smiled contentedly. "Yes, I will!"

On Monday evening, after self-study, I got home and was surprised to find my second uncle opening the door. He was back, just like always. I hadn't seen him for over a month, and we exchanged pleasantries. When he learned that I had done well on my mock exam, he seemed very happy and offered me some words of encouragement. I noticed my aunt watching TV nearby, occasionally adding to the conversation about my studies. In short, everything seemed the same as before, though the secret was only known to my aunt and me. Looking at my uncle's still-enthusiastic demeanor, I realized he was completely unaware of what had happened during his month-long absence. Seeing his clueless expression, I suddenly felt guilty. I said a few words to him briefly and then went back to my room to study.

As I did my homework, I couldn't help but wonder what my husband and I were doing. After all, we hadn't seen each other for over a month, and today was their first day back. They were definitely going to make love! Thinking about this made me increasingly uneasy, and eventually, I couldn't concentrate on my studies anymore. I got up and opened the door a crack, through which I could clearly see the sofa in the living room. Just then, a scene I desperately wanted to avoid, yet which was unfolding before my eyes, played out. My uncle was holding my aunt tightly in his arms, and they were kissing passionately. A moment later, my uncle turned off the TV and pulled my aunt into the bedroom…

Seeing this, I felt like I'd been electrocuted. I stood frozen in the doorway, a sharp pain shooting through my chest. I knew, more accurately, that my heart was aching. I knew how I felt about my aunt. I couldn't bear to see the woman I loved being held in someone else's arms, being intimate with someone else. But I couldn't change the facts. It wasn't proper, and I couldn't express my grievances. So, I could only silently endure this pain, trying to show others, especially my aunt, that I was strong.

I returned to my seat, unable to calm down for a long time. My mind kept wandering to what the couple was doing. They were probably already having sex, and my aunt was probably enjoying herself immensely. The more I thought about it, the more my heart ached. It was strange. Before my aunt and I became sex partners, I knew that she and my uncle were having sex in their bedroom, but I never felt this way before. I always acted like nothing was wrong. But ever since I became physically intimate with my aunt, I've started to care about her. My heart can't tolerate this. I thought I should just stop thinking about them. My wife was engrossed in her studies, but I couldn't calm down. So I turned off the lights early and prepared to sleep. Lying in bed, I felt incredibly empty and bored. To make myself feel better and find some solace, I started masturbating while thinking about my second aunt's naked body. Slowly, I fell asleep...

In my hazy state, I vaguely heard someone come in. I opened my eyes and couldn't believe it—it was my second aunt! She was incredibly beautiful, wearing a floral bra, her long, flowing hair cascading over her shoulders. I sat up and said, "Second Aunt, what brings you here? Where's Second Uncle?" She walked to my bedside and sat down, saying, "He's asleep. I missed you. I want you!

Come and fuck me!" She grabbed my hand and placed it inside her sexy panties. There were those familiar pink lips, now sweetly moist. I began to masturbate her, and she started moaning excitedly, "Darling, fuck me to death..." Just as our passion reached its peak, the door was suddenly pushed open. My second uncle stood there in surprise, watching us writhe on the bed. His eyes flashed with fury, and he grabbed a desk lamp, throwing it at us while hurling vulgar insults, "You two scoundrels, how dare you do this behind my back!" As he spoke, I saw the lamp flying towards my head. A tragedy was about to unfold...

I jolted open my eyes. Everything was pitch black. I gasped for breath, still seemingly in the shadow of my uncle's rage. Where was I? A hospital?

Was I injured? I instinctively touched my head; it was unharmed, without any bandages. Trying to make out objects in the darkness, I breathed a sigh of relief. It was all a dream! I'm lying on my bed in my bedroom now, but what just happened was so real. My second aunt's body, her madness, her wildness, her lust, and her seductive charm—it's all so vivid in my mind. The whole room seems to still be filled with her delicate fragrance! Suddenly, I feel something wet down there. I reach into my underwear and touch it—sticky liquid. It turns out that while I was dreaming about being intimate with my second aunt, I also ejaculated at the same time. I had a wet dream!

It turns out it was all just a dream! Besides being relieved that it wasn't real, I also feel a little lost. I look at the alarm clock on the bedside table; it's 3:15 AM. The room is quiet, with only the ticking of the clock. They're probably sleeping soundly right now, I think. An overwhelming loneliness and solitude gradually spread through my body, and a deep-seated emptiness washed over my heart, a dull ache. I don't know how long my second uncle will stay after he comes back, but I really hope he leaves soon, leaving just my second aunt and me in our happy world.

Loneliness is truly awful. Ever since waking from the dream of my second uncle's狰狞 (zhengning - ferocious) face, I haven't been able to fall back asleep. Until it was already broad daylight, I spent the entire time in a daze. I couldn't concentrate on my classes at all during the day. The passion those two had shown on the sofa yesterday had broken my heart. How I wished there was a woman beside me right now, to comfort my wounded heart! When someone is heartbroken, their defenses are very weak, and if there's a loving woman by their side, even a stranger, it would make them feel better, at least to keep them from feeling lonely.

Evening self-study was history class, and the history teacher had changed into a new outfit again. Everyone in the grade knew that the history teacher loved to dress up; she changed her clothes almost every two days, as if class was her personal fashion show. Sometimes I wondered if she had some kind of ulterior motive. She's a high school teacher, facing students all day long, so why does she always dress so provocatively? Is she trying to seduce her male students? Thinking about this, I suddenly chuckled to myself. For some reason, ever since enjoying some quality time with my second aunt, I've found myself thinking more about older women. Maybe it's like us men – we get older but still like young, beautiful girls, and older women like young, handsome men. I chuckled, excited by my new discovery, but then I wondered, "Could she have a crush on one of the male teachers at this school? That's why she dresses like a prostitute every day?" The thought of prostitutes suddenly sparked a thought – yes, that should be exciting!

So, after the first evening self-study session, I made up an excuse to ask my homeroom teacher for leave. To my surprise, she readily agreed. Studying hard certainly gives you more opportunities! I told her I had a stomachache, probably from enteritis. My teacher immediately looked at me with concern and said, "Okay, but you should take care of your health while studying. After all, health is the most important thing!" They gave me a sick leave slip and let me go. Everything went so smoothly. As I rode my bicycle, thinking about how I was about to realize my new idea, I felt incredibly relaxed. The emptiness that had plagued me all day was completely dispelled by my new idea. My whole body was burning with fiery passion, and I was instantly aroused.

I rode to "Fragrant Powder Street." "Fragrant Powder Street" is just a less mainstream name; the street's real name is Huaibin Road. It's a relatively quiet area about five blocks away from the bustling city center. "Fragrant Powder Street," as the name suggests, is a place similar to a red-light district. This street is filled with massage parlors, nightclubs, and bathhouses. Some of the establishments are quite suggestive, with dim, reddish lighting inside and lace curtains at the entrance, making the interior decorations appear and disappear. Several lanterns hang below the signs.

I know about this place because it's frequently mentioned in boys' conversations, especially when talking about scantily clad girls on campus. We'd say, "Look at her, she looks like she came from Fragrant Powder Street!"

While this analogy might seem a bit inappropriate, since almost all the women on Xiangfen Street are prostitutes, it simply illustrates that the girl was dressed provocatively, without any deeper meaning. Indeed, the women on this street dressed very provocatively, like the one walking in front of me. She wore a tight-fitting V-neck top, the low neckline seemingly exposing her entire cleavage, and an extremely short mini-skirt, so short that it seemed that if she bent over even slightly, her underwear would be visible. She wore very high heels, and as she walked, her hips swayed, and the clatter of her heels on the concrete made a sexy sound. Her long hair cascaded beautifully over her shoulders, and of course, she wore bright red, sexy lips.

Watching the beautiful woman walk ahead, and fantasizing about the pink flesh between her legs, my penis started to get hard, pressing against my jeans. A sharp pain shot through me, and I had to stop walking. I looked around at the shops, considering which one to choose. After all, I was here to enjoy myself, not just to look around. After a while, I realized that almost all the shops were the same, offering massages and foot reflexology. So, I wandered into a small shop further inside.

As soon as I entered, I saw four beautifully dressed women sitting in the lobby. Upon seeing a customer, one of the older women came over to greet me, "Come in!" Her voice was so alluring that I felt lured into the shop. I asked her, "Do you offer foot massages here?" Since I'd never been to a place like this before and didn't know their procedures, I asked tentatively.

She said, "Yes, we do. Quickly change your shoes and come to the back room." I changed into slippers and followed her into the inner room. I guessed she was the owner or something, because she seemed to be the oldest among them. Would she massage me herself? I couldn't help but wonder, so I asked, "Will you massage me?" She turned around and jokingly said, "Yes, what's wrong? Are you trying to say I'm old?" I hadn't expected her to be so direct; she'd hit the nail on the head.

However, I wasn't thinking of switching to other young women. I particularly like older women now, especially married young women. I quickly said, "No, I like you, sister. I just wanted to confirm if it's you who will do it for me." She smiled happily, "Heh, you're quite the charmer!" I

followed her into a room that wasn't very big. I looked around. In the center of the room was a massage bed, and next to it was a bathroom. The room was dimly lit, and everything looked yellowish. She pointed to the massage bed and said to me, "Sit down. Um... you're just getting a foot massage? Don't you want any other services?"

Hearing this, it seemed like we were about to get to the point, so I said, "Others? What other services do you offer?"

She said, "Like oral sex and stuff." I was overjoyed. I thought, "I came to the right place, and I even met such a lovely auntie." But if we were to do this kind of transaction, I'd probably have to ask about the price first, to avoid being ripped off afterward. I said, "How much for oral sex?"

I eagerly asked about the price. Seeing my urgency, the proprietress's face lit up. She didn't answer immediately, but instead pulled down her tight red bodysuit. The pull seemed to tighten the garment, making her large breasts stand erect. Was she seducing me? I wondered. Just then, I also carefully observed her. When I first entered, I was a little nervous because it was my first time in a place like this, so I hadn't really looked at this woman properly. Her figure was undeniably stunning. If you only looked at her neck and below, you'd think she was a young woman in her early twenties—large breasts, a large bottom, and most strikingly, her tiny waist. It was so slender; it seemed I could easily wrap my arm around her. Her tiny waist made her breasts and bottom appear even larger. She was truly a mature woman; it was a waste for someone with such a figure to be a prostitute!

I felt sorry for her. She didn't look that young anymore; faint wrinkles appeared around her eyes and on her cheeks when she spoke. She was still beautiful, with a round forehead, a pert nose, and deep, penetrating eyes—eyes that seemed to see right through you, a kind of maturity that comes with experience. Judging from her age, she was at least ten years older than me.

She continued to tease me, her deep eyes filled with affection, her hips swaying, her head turning, her mature womanly charm suffocating me. Finally, she spoke: "Oral sex is 90 yuan a time, and the technique is good!" I was stunned. That was too expensive! It's just playing with a man's penis with your mouth, is it really that expensive? But looking at this alluring auntie in front of me, I really didn't want to miss out! I longed to be devoured by her seasoned body. Now I think, the more mature a woman is, the more beautiful she is; the older she gets, the more alluring she becomes. Luckily, I had enough money with me, so I said, "So, you'll do it for me?"

She said, "Yes, you can use other people if you want!" I saw a hint of disappointment in her expression when she said that. After all, this was how she made her money, so I couldn't let my money go to outsiders. I let her do it; that was the biggest benefit I could give her. We settled the deal, and she got up to close the door. In the small, enclosed space, it was just the two of us, a man and a woman alone. As she unbuttoned her shirt, she said, "Young man, you don't look very old. How old are you?" Although I'm only 20, I look much older than I am. I'm tall and have a mature appearance. I remember one morning I was going to be late for school, so I hurriedly hailed a taxi. The driver, who looked about 28 or 29, asked me after I got in, "Brother, which way are you going?" I was both amused and exasperated. I thought if I exaggerated, people who didn't know me would definitely believe me!

I said, "I'm 25." "And how old are you, sister?" She said, "Hmm, I knew you weren't that old. I'm 32 this year." I knew that was probably a conservative estimate; for business reasons, she could be any age. In other words, she was the same age as my second aunt, but although my second aunt was also 39, she looked younger because she took excellent care of herself, with almost no wrinkles.

Another aunt-aged woman! But I like aunts with a strong feminine charm. Women of this age usually have careers and happy families. Time has taught them to be capable and shrewd. The only regret is that they are aging, and they have a desire to fight against time, hoping to regain their youth and passion. So they probably crave the attention of a young man like me, craving this kind of reckless passion. When I asked her a second time, "Will you do it for me?" her somewhat disappointed eyes told me that she not only wanted to earn my money but also my body. In front of this sexually voracious old prostitute, I was like her long-awaited prey! Her proud eyes seemed to want to possess everything about me, to give her a good meal!

She took off her top and skirt, leaving only a leopard-print bra and thong. I was captivated by the sight before me; it was truly a mature female body! This auntie's body was much more beautiful than my second auntie's when she was wearing her bra; her buttocks were pert and seemed to be waiting for a man to protect them. Instantly, I felt a strong feminine scent waft towards me, a truly intoxicating aroma. She looked at me, sitting dumbfounded on the edge of the bed, my gaze brazenly searching her body. She said with satisfaction, "Hmm, let's wash your big treasure first!" Saying this, she stood up and went to the bathroom to get water. She was wearing a thong... Her buttocks were facing me directly, and I could see that the thin strap at the back couldn't cover her thick labia majora at all, with a few pubic hairs covering them. The thin strap only covered her labia minora, preventing me from seeing the pinkish-red flesh that fascinated me. Her lower body was very full, like her breasts, almost bursting out from under her bra. The mystery below the strap fascinated me, and I couldn't wait to rush up to her, rip open her panties, and thrust something into her. Looking at her plump lower body, my penis was already hard. At this moment, my aunt came out with a basin of water. As she placed the basin on the chair, she looked at my tent and said in a somewhat seductive tone, "Little brother, aren't you hot? If you're hot, take off all your clothes..."

I obediently took off all my clothes. My penis, freed from the restraint of my pants, became liberated and shot up at a 45-degree angle. My aunt looked at my penis with greedy eyes and exclaimed in surprise, "Oh... so big! Very good!" Come here, let me give your little baby a bath. I obediently walked up to her and half-squatted over the basin of water. The auntie's hands began to splash water onto my penis. The water was neither too hot nor too cold, and the flow of water over my swollen penis felt wonderful. After wetting my penis, the auntie's hands began to rub it. Her fingers were slender, her nails long, and her skin delicate, like a baby's. These were a pair of incredibly feminine hands. Being touched by such hands, I felt my female hormones surging around my genitals. She wasn't just stroking me; it was more like giving me a penis massage, pressing and rubbing clockwise at the base of my penis and the frenulum. She seemed to know a lot about men's G-spots, their erogenous zones. As she massaged me, I felt a surge of heat rising from my penis, and my body quickly heated up. She was now squatting down, her legs spread apart—the position a woman squats to urinate. I looked at those spread legs... The strap of the panty was now nestled between the labia minora, and I could see her labia now. Her labia minora lay lazily out from inside, the inside wet, like a drooling cherry mouth, welcoming the penis she longed for.

I was captivated by the alluring sight, and I longed to touch the deep, fleshy opening beneath those fleshy folds. My hand unconsciously moved towards the area between the auntie's thighs, but halfway there, I suddenly remembered that I was there to give her oral sex. Would touching her like this be considered an unnecessary service? So I asked her, "Sister, you've already touched my little darling, so can I touch yours?" The auntie probably expected me to lose control, but she didn't expect me to ask her that. A tempting blush rose on her face, and she said, "My little darling is very delicate! You have to take good care of her!" After saying that, she used her little hand to grab my hand that had been hanging in mid-air and guided it to her little secret place. I used one finger to lift her thong and pulled the panties to the right side of her little treasure. Now, her little treasure was completely exposed to me. As she said, it was indeed very tender. A little bit of honey seeped from the opening, moistening her two labia and making them very smooth. I placed my hand on it, and the feeling of her labia minora was truly delicate and tender! That was probably the result of long-term nourishment from the honey at the opening! I thought, looking at her wet little hole, my penis involuntarily twitched up and down twice. Auntie saw all of this and said, "It seems that little brother's little treasure wants my little treasure!" I said, "Sister is really amazing. Not only are you beautiful, but your little treasure is even more beautiful. Of course, my little treasure will be eager!"

I knew that if I asked for other services, I wouldn't have enough money, so what I said earlier was just a joke to ease the awkward atmosphere. After all, we didn't know each other before, and this feeling was very exciting. We were doing a sex transaction; I gave her money, and she provided services. Strangers would strip naked and seek each other's paradise. It was a transaction that allowed us to see each other's body secrets. It was a transaction that led me to meet this aunt who was much older than me. If this wasn't a sex transaction, she might have been the mother of one of my classmates, or the aunt next door. But now, here, we didn't have so many concerns. Age, seniority—we didn't have to think about any of that. All we had was the most primal desire between a man and a woman!

She took a dry towel and told me to wipe my genitals, saying, "Lie down on the bed, I'll do it for you right away."

I lay down, and she told me to prop my legs up and spread them apart so she could bury her head between them to give me oral sex. She didn't perform oral sex directly, but instead massaged my penis with her hands, not much different from the massage she did when washing my penis. It felt very stimulating. The difference was that this time she massaged my scrotum and played with my testicles. She gently rubbed back and forth rhythmically, and I felt my penis tighten even more. Just as I was enjoying the pleasure of my testicles almost melting, a hot spring-like heat enveloped my genitals. It turned out that the oral sex had begun. She started to suck on my penis, and the suction was very strong, as if my genitals were trapped in something I couldn't escape. She slowly began to sink, and soon she started using her tongue to create pleasure for me. Her tongue was very strong; my penis was intertwined with her tongue in her mouth. This feeling was amazing, completely different from the oral sex my aunt gave me. This felt much more intense; I felt like she was seducing me, seducing this younger brother who was more than ten years younger than her. It was a strong sense of conquest. I couldn't help but marvel at her age; I never expected her to have such a strong sex drive! She was truly impressive! Her tongue began to move up and down, faster and faster. My penis felt the softness of her tongue, and it also occasionally came into contact with her teeth. Her teeth were like a sex vibrator; whenever my penis scraped against them, it felt like being electrocuted. It felt incredibly good. Suddenly, I felt a heat gradually building up in my lower abdomen. I felt that I was about to climax, so I shouted, "Sister, it feels so good! I'm going to cum! I'm going to cum!" Hearing me shout this, she stopped, pulled her mouth away from me, and asked, "Are you about to climax?" At that moment, I was on the verge of climax, about to erupt, but Auntie suddenly stopped, leaving me incredibly frustrated. Not knowing what she was up to, I could only say, "Yes, almost there, Auntie, you're really good." Hearing the praise, she seemed quite pleased, saying, "Wait for me, I have something even better!" Saying this, she ran to the refrigerator and took out an ice box.

Looking at her, completely puzzled, I asked, "Sister, what's this for?" Auntie remained mysterious, saying, "You'll find out soon." Then she put three ice cubes in her mouth. Seeing this, I seemed to know what she was going to do—she was using ice! What kind of oral sex was this? It was so strange, but I didn't know what effect the ice would have on my body, so I didn't ask any more questions and quietly watched her performance.

Meanwhile, I was burning with heat, thinking, "Hurry up, sister, please help me get out of this!" Auntie's little mouth finally lowered and bit my penis in. In an instant, I felt a cold, needle-like stinging sensation spreading across my penis. No wonder, the penis would become hot just before orgasm, while this icy temperature was very low. The collision of hot and cold naturally produced a hundred sensations, and the needle-like pain was like the immense pleasure after being tortured, instantly engulfing my entire body. After the intense stimulation, the blood inside my penis felt like it was about to burst. I could feel the veins bulging on the surface of my penis, and the erection was unusually strong. However, the feeling of orgasm was controlled in a stable state, so I couldn't orgasm easily. Therefore, I enjoyed this orgasm in an incredibly blissful way. My aunt also sped up her oral sex. She began to thrust violently. The ice in her mouth slowly melted over time, and my penis slowly regained its temperature. My aunt's speed was also incredibly fast. After about 5 minutes, I couldn't control the huge energy gathered in my lower abdomen. With a long cry, my penis shot out a powerful stream of hot fluid. This was the most powerful ejaculation I had ever had, because my energy had reached its peak. After the orgasm, I was exhausted. I had never been so tired before. Thinking back, it felt like I had experienced an orgasm that lasted for more than 5 minutes. Normally, an orgasm only lasts for 10 seconds at most, but this one lasted for a long 5 minutes. This really drained my energy.

I looked at my aunt; she seemed tired too. We rested for a while, chatted about everyday things, and I gave her 100 yuan without asking for change. We said goodbye and left. As I was leaving, my aunt seemed a little reluctant. She said, "Young man, come back often when you have time. I'll be waiting for you!" I turned around and said, "Yes, I will! Definitely!" Then I walked away without looking back, thinking to myself, "This woman's oral skills are amazing! 100 yuan really isn't much! Just oral sex feels better than sex." Suddenly, I remembered a term often used in adult films. Yeah, was the oral sex my aunt just gave me the legendary "Fivefold Ice and Fire" technique? Whether it was or not, I had already tasted the sweetness of this technique. I thought to myself, when can I use this technique on my second aunt? Let her experience a good, painful ordeal too.

Thinking this, I quickened my pace. I had just checked my watch, and it was time for school to let out each evening. I needed to get home on time to avoid being discovered by my second uncle and aunt...

I rode my bicycle home, feeling a huge weight lifted off my shoulders. I couldn't feel more relaxed and carefree than I did then. All the unpleasantness of the day had vanished instantly. But let me clarify, I didn't go out to find a prostitute to get revenge on my second aunt. It was just to find some solace for myself. When someone is heartbroken, the timely appearance of the right woman can always give them the courage and strength to start over. So, although I had just given myself to that aunt, I now missed my second aunt even more. I missed her voice, her gentleness, and of course, her body.

Just as I was thinking about my second aunt, I suddenly felt a sharp pain in my genitals. Perhaps it was from the intense stimulation when my aunt was playing with me like that earlier, I thought. But then a terrible thought flashed through my mind: could I have contracted some kind of STD? A cold sweat ran down my back as I regretted my impulsive decision to go to a prostitute without considering the consequences. How could I have made such a rash decision? My second aunt and I had agreed to be each other's sex partners, and my uncle's return was only temporary. After he left, I could do whatever I wanted with my second aunt. I didn't need to find another partner, did I? Then I thought back carefully: could I really have contracted some kind of STD? Regarding sexual knowledge, I know that sexually transmitted diseases like AIDS are transmitted through bodily fluids such as breast milk, urine, saliva, semen, and vaginal secretions. Since I didn't have sexual intercourse with that woman, vaginal secretions and urine were ruled out; she only performed oral sex on me, so saliva was a possibility! Thinking this, I was stunned, filled with despair and inner conflict. I deeply regretted my rash actions, muttering to myself, "I shouldn't have gone there! I shouldn't have gone there!"

I arrived home quickly, no longer able to think about anything else, my mind filled with anxiety about having contracted this strange disease. I exchanged a few words with them and rushed to my room, quickly unzipping my pants to examine my penis. I only saw slight redness and swelling at the coronal rim of the glans, nothing more. Was this from the woman's oral sex, or a sign of an STD? I didn't dare to be careless and thought I'd observe for a couple of days to see how it went. I'd read books about this before; if you have a sexually transmitted disease, small bumps might appear on the surface of your genitals. I decided to observe for a week. If I didn't have any adverse reactions after a week, it meant the swelling was just due

to my aunt's overly vigorous oral sex. I sat at my desk, worrying about my genitals while absentmindedly looking at my college entrance exam practice questions, when suddenly there was a knock on the door and my aunt's voice. "I'm in! I made you a cup of milk to replenish your nutrition!"

she said, pushing the door open as she entered. Hearing my aunt's actions, I smiled slightly. I knew she was doing this on purpose, to make sure my uncle wouldn't suspect anything. Ever since my relationship with my aunt had become so intimate, she always just pushed the door open when entering my bedroom—no need for all these complicated formalities. My second aunt came in and closed the door. She was dressed rather conservatively today, not yet in her pajamas, just a t-shirt and knee-length skirt. Our eyes met; though there was a burning passion, it wasn't appropriate to show it. She came over, placed the milk on my desk, and seeing the homework I'd finished, said, "You're working very hard! What a good child! Drink this while it's hot!" I said, "Yes, thank you, Auntie." Then I leaned close to her ear and whispered, "Auntie, I missed you!" She whispered back, "I know how you feel, but remember our promise. Also, I have to tell you, your second uncle said he's leaving the day after tomorrow!" Hearing this, I was overjoyed. I grabbed her hand and called out sweetly, "Auntie!" She seemed happy too. She went behind her chair, leaned down, and hugged me from behind. I felt that familiar softness against my back—her large breasts! Then, she kissed my left cheek from behind, and at that moment I felt incredibly happy! But the instant those wet lips left my cheek, the anxiety I had just felt returned like a jarring alarm bell, ringing in my ears. Had I contracted an STD? The troubling question returned, thankfully, my aunt didn't notice the change in my expression. Watching her leave the room, my heart suddenly felt heavy.

I tried my best to remain calm and clear my chaotic thoughts. Finally, I concluded that if I were the only one with an STD, I would have to bear the consequences alone, all the pain alone. But if I couldn't control myself and infected my aunt, it would be like inflicting pain on her as well. I didn't want that to happen! I want to see my second aunt healthy and strong, and that she will always be the most beautiful. So I decided that I would rather sacrifice my own desires than let the same tragedy repeat itself on her. Thinking of this, I felt a sense of peace. I did a few more quizzes and then went to sleep…

Ring, ring… I was woken up by the familiar alarm clock. The pain in my lower body seemed to have disappeared. I lay in bed, my eyes still heavy with sleep, and pulled up my underwear to look at my penis. The scary red swelling from yesterday had disappeared. It seemed to be the result of playing with ice and fire, but the possibility of contracting an STD still couldn't be ruled out. After all, those disgusting little bumps couldn't all grow in one day; it would definitely take time to confirm.

At breakfast, my second uncle hadn't gotten up yet. It was just my second aunt and me at the table. We didn't talk much, just like usual. However, a few times, when my eyes met hers, I instinctively avoided her gaze, but I tried to act as if nothing was wrong.

My second uncle is leaving tomorrow, and it'll just be her and me at home. What should I do if we get intimate? How can I refuse her without letting her find out my secret? If I hadn't gone to the prostitute yesterday, I could probably do anything smoothly tomorrow, but this unexpected situation forced me to change my plans. I'm now focused on how to deal with my aunt.

After school, I walked upstairs with my head down and heavy steps. Today is the day my second uncle leaves; I should be excited, but today feels like a disaster, leaving me listless. I knocked twice when I got home, and the door opened abruptly. My aunt, hands on the doorframe, said cheerfully, "You're back!"

A slight smile played on her lips, making her look like a cute little girl. I forced myself to be enthusiastic and went inside, only to find my aunt wrapped in a bathrobe opening the door for me. Seeing my strange look, she said, "I just took a shower, I just finished!"

I noticed how sexy my aunt looked wrapped in her white bathrobe! The top of her robe barely covered her nipples, revealing a glimpse of her pink areolas, making one yearn to see the full view of that tiny iceberg! The bottom was so short it only reached her upper thighs. With every step she took, the hem of her bathrobe swayed from side to side, revealing her alluring pink panties. The pink of the panties was a pure, creamy pink, looking incredibly appetizing, making one want to devour her immediately. Looking at my sexy aunt, my lower body instantly became erect, and lust burned within me. I put down my backpack, approached her, put my arms around her waist, and said, "You look so beautiful tonight!" My aunt blushed, raised her hand, and began to caress the muscles of my chest, saying, "Do you want me tonight? If you do, I'll definitely give it to you!" This suddenly reminded me, so I reached out and pulled down her bathrobe. It was loosely tied, and with a gentle tug, it fell to the floor. My aunt's pert breasts came into view. I used my right hand to rub her right breast, occasionally touching her nipple. She closed her eyes, enjoying the pleasure. Soon, she grabbed my left hand with her right and placed it on her left breast. Now, I had both hands on her breasts—big and soft, a wonderful feel. She became increasingly aroused, slowly moaning softly, "So good, so comfortable, come and fuck me! My little sister down there can't wait!" At this point, simple breast massage no longer seemed to work for her. She grabbed my left hand and pulled it down, placing it near her lower abdomen. I understood and slipped my hand inside her pink panties, tracing down her pubic hair until I felt her clitoris hardening. Further down were her labia and vulva. Her lower body was already soaking wet, the fluid from her vagina clinging to her pink panties. I became excited, my whole body burning with desire. Seeing the slightly damp panties, I felt even more that her vulva was overflowing with juices, so I hurriedly pulled down my aunt's panties, wanting to insert my fingers into that juicy jar of juices.

But then, my aunt's seemingly crazy action instantly calmed me down. She was sticking out her little tongue and bringing it close to my mouth, saying, "Kiss me, kiss me now!" If I accepted her kiss, the next thing to happen would be an exchange of bodily fluids! Although we had physical contact earlier, I had only used my hands, it was skin-to-skin contact, and my bodily fluids hadn't come into contact with her body, so she wouldn't get my STD. But now she wanted me to kiss her, which was crossing a line! So when her lips were about to touch mine, I pulled away and stopped all my hand movements. Because my face was turned to the right, she kissed my left cheek. She suddenly realized something was wrong, realized something was amiss, opened her eyes, looked at me standing there dumbfounded, and asked, bewildered, "What's wrong with you?"

I didn't dare look my aunt in the eye, looking away, and stammered, "Well, it's because I was too tired from studying all day, I'm feeling a little unwell." Hearing this, my second aunt breathed a sigh of relief, her expression immediately returning to its previous warmth. She rushed into my arms, burying her head in my shoulder, pressing her large breasts against my chest, and said, "But you have me, don't you?

I'll help you relax." As she spoke, her lovely pink tongue once again reached for my lips. I rationally maintained my composure, trying not to let lust consume my soul. Although I was burning with desire, this time I dodged her kiss and simply pushed her away from my embrace.

My second aunt seemed never to have expected me to do such a thing. She stood there dumbfounded, looking at me with a face full of confusion, like a child who had done something wrong, very vulnerable, but not knowing what she had done wrong. I saw countless question marks on her face. At that moment, I couldn't say anything. My only thought was to ensure that during my observation period for my illness, I kept my distance from my second aunt and avoided intimate physical contact. After all, I didn't want the woman I loved so deeply to also contract this strange disease. I rejected her because I loved her!

My second aunt, however, had no idea what I was up to. Her face was full of questions. Seeing my calm expression, she seemed to understand something, and her expression darkened. She picked up her bathrobe from the floor, wrapped it around herself again, and ran back to her room.

The atmosphere in the room instantly became icy, as cold as the Arctic winter, making me very uncomfortable. But I was doing it all for her own good. My second aunt didn't know that I had gone to see a prostitute the night before. Although she might misunderstand me now, I knew I absolutely couldn't tell her about it.

I picked up my schoolbag from the floor and went back to my room. I closed the door and quietly thought about it. I realized that if I wanted to return to my previous relationship with my aunt, I could only do so after the one-week observation period, and only after I was sure I hadn't contracted any STDs. Before that, I didn't think I would act rashly. Thinking about it, yesterday and today had passed, so there were only five days left. I told myself, just bear with it a little longer, just five more days and I could enjoy intimacy with my aunt again. But until then, my only solution might be masturbation.

While caressing my aunt earlier, my penis was already incredibly hard, and it desperately needed release. The scent of her freshly bathed body still seemed to linger around me, and memories of our past lovemaking flashed through my mind. Thinking of her intense need for me, her seductive allure, my penis immediately hardened again. I grasped it and quickened my stroking…

The next day, aside from preparing breakfast and tidying the house as usual, she ignored me. She wouldn't speak to me. When I tried to talk to her, she would only give a brief reply and then fall silent. I knew she was angry with me; my sudden actions yesterday seemed to have hurt her deeply. Although I realized she was putting on a show for me, I didn't show it too much. I told myself, "Five more days, hang in there." Seeing my nonchalant attitude seemed to make her even angrier. At home, she dressed herself up more sexily and glamorously than ever before. She even went shopping and bought several new pieces of sexy lingerie. When we were alone at home, she would wear those new lingerie. I saw all of this. My aunt was seducing me. She didn't believe I wouldn't be tempted. She probably hoped I would suddenly hug her, tear off all her clothes, and have a passionate lovemaking session. But she had no idea what I was thinking. Looking at the lace and openwork of those lingerie, I really thought my aunt looked incredibly sexy and feminine. My heart fluttered. Every time my aunt raised her buttocks, and I could see the hidden dark forest below through the gap in her lace panties, I could almost feel the moist warmth deep within the forest. How I longed for the long-lost nourishment of that fleshy cave! But I tried hard to control myself and not let myself lose myself.

Seeing that none of my efforts seemed to work, my aunt gradually became disheartened. However, we were still in a cold war, neither of us wanting to be the first to touch the other.

It was another long weekend, a day off for both of us. My aunt was off too, and we were both leisurely staying home. She was eating fruit and watching TV in the living room—another Korean drama—while I was shaving in the bathroom. My beard hadn't been trimmed in a long time, so it was taking me a lot of effort; it had been almost half an hour since I started. Just as I was carefully trimming my chin, I suddenly heard my aunt's urgent knocking on the door. "What are you doing in there for so long? Open the door quickly, I can't hold it in anymore!" It seemed my second aunt had eaten too much fruit. Thinking this, I opened the bathroom door and saw her covering her lower body with her right hand. She must have been really holding it in. When she saw me open the door, she didn't care whether I was there or not, and went straight to the toilet. She quickly took off her pretty lace-patterned underwear and squatted down. I had never seen a woman urinate in front of me before. Of course, I had seen little girls who were two or three years old and couldn't talk yet urinate, but I had never seen an adult woman urinate. Adults go to the women's restroom, and men are not allowed to enter the women's restroom. So, a woman urinating should be a highly confidential matter for me. I felt that there seemed to be some kind of unfairness in this regard. Women generally have a much greater chance of seeing men urinate, maybe on the street, maybe in movies or on TV, maybe at home. But men have a pitifully small chance of seeing women urinate, unless they go to the women's restroom. Otherwise, it's really like a pie falling from the sky.

Shh, whoosh... Auntie seemed to have been holding it in for a long time. Just as she urinated, she let out a relieved cry, "Ah..."

From the gushing sound of the water, you could tell that the stream of water must have been very thick and fast. A woman's stream of urine seems to be thicker than a man's. If a man's stream of urine is like flowing from a water gun, then a woman's stream of urine is like flowing from a tap. I listened intently to the sound of my second aunt urinating, imagining what it looked like when she urinated. Suddenly, I felt a surge of curiosity and an urge to watch. I put down my razor and turned to look at my second aunt, who was sitting on the toilet with her head down. The sound of the water stopped; she had finished urinating. Just as she was about to stand up and put on her underwear, she looked up and saw me staring intently at her crotch. Seeing my burning gaze, my second aunt suddenly lowered her hand from her underwear, leaving it hanging at her knees. She reached for some toilet paper, tore off a small amount, and reached between her thighs. She smeared a little urine on her wet, still-dripping vulva—a very sexy and alluring smear, the movement filled with infinite tenderness. Through my second aunt's performance, it seemed that urination was not an ugly or shameful thing, but rather something beautiful, like art!

As my second aunt stood up, the urine in the toilet began to evaporate. The smell of a woman's urine is different from a man's; it's more pungent and seems to contain the scent of female hormones. This immediately aroused me, a male, making my penis hard and my blood boil. My hand unconsciously reached towards my second aunt's genitals...

My hand slowly reached towards my second aunt's genitals, stealing a glance at her. When she saw my hand approaching, her eyes filled with boundless hope. That burning gaze told me of her immediate need, and she instinctively arched her genitals to cooperate, allowing me a clearer view. The bathroom still reeked of a strong, pungent smell of urine. I hadn't touched my second aunt's body in a long time, and this intense odor made me lose control of my reason. My second aunt's every move seemed to be a plea: "Come on, touch me! Don't stop!" Suddenly, I found my second aunt incredibly cute, and this feeling filled me with a deep sense of guilt. No, absolutely not! I mustn't act rashly until I see the results in five days!

Thinking of this, I started to pull my hand back…

Seeing this, my second aunt's eyes instantly turned to anger. She stepped forward, grabbed my collar, and shoved me against the sink counter, stepping on it with her left foot. She glared at me fiercely and said, “What are you doing? I sensed something was off about you the other day. You've changed, you know that? Why did you run away when we were together that day? Ha, you're starting to dislike me now?

Are you going to abandon me?” Hearing my second aunt say this, I was stunned. How could she think that? I had absolutely no intention of leaving. My departure was only temporary; it was all for her own good. How could she not realize that? I never expected my selfishness to cause my second aunt so much pain. Seeing that my good intentions had backfired, I couldn't help but regret my impulsiveness. How could I have made such a rash decision without considering her feelings? Perhaps it wasn't too late to make amends. I quickly interrupted my second aunt's questioning, saying, "No, it's not what you think. I really feel uncomfortable..." My second aunt seemed furious and immediately interrupted me, saying, "Who would believe such an absurd lie? If you're uncomfortable, why were you reacting so well just now? Are you deliberately trying to hurt me? You want to embarrass me so I'll stay far away from you!"...

Hearing this, I felt that the misunderstanding between my second aunt and me was deepening. My lack of initiative had only plunged my second aunt into deeper suffering. Now, the observation period and the STDs no longer seemed important. If my actions could make my second aunt feel better and help her rediscover her happiness, then I would consider it all worthwhile.

Thinking of this, I quickly pressed my lips to those of my second aunt, who was still full of complaints. Instantly, the entire bathroom fell silent. We stopped arguing. My second aunt, sensing my body temperature, readily accepted my kiss. Our familiar bodies, separated for so long and longing for each other, ignited passion instantly. Our tongues intertwined, and a passionate kiss began.

Because we knew each other so well, everything progressed so naturally, like a retired basketball player easily regaining the dominance of his championship days. We kissed deeply for about ten minutes, until we felt a little breathless, and then we separated. I opened my eyes and looked at my second aunt. She seemed to have calmed down considerably. If her temper before was like an angry little lioness, now she was like a docile little lamb.

The argument we just had only intensified my love for her, and I wanted to cherish her even more, to protect her from further harm. I grabbed my aunt's shoulders and said, "I was wrong before, I was wrong, but I will never do anything so foolish again. I love you!" My aunt wrapped her arms around my head and hugged me. She no longer rejected my love, but wholeheartedly enjoyed and savored this feeling of being loved.

The pungent smell in the bathroom lingered, its suffocating odor constantly stimulating my sensitive nerves and drawing my attention to my aunt's genitals. She remained in the same position, her left foot on the sink counter, her right on the floor, exposing her genitals to me in maximum exposure. Her split-leg pose was incredibly sexy, and I couldn't resist touching it. The familiar pubic hair, the familiar pink labia, the edges still glistening with urine from where she had urinated—I eagerly wiped away the droplets with my fingers. Then my gaze lingered on the long-missed labia. My aunt's labia were my favorite part to caress—delicate, smooth. The opening was already soaked, the nectar making the labia even more tender. I wanted to devour them! Just as I was about to kiss those lovely labia, my aunt patted my chest and said, "It's not comfortable in the bathroom. Shall we go to the bed?" I nodded knowingly, picked up my aunt like a bride, and rushed into her and my uncle's room. There was a large double bed. I put my aunt down, thinking that this was where my uncle and aunt usually made love. And now, my aunt was beneath me, which felt incredibly exciting. Looking at the soft, large double bed, I felt that making love with my aunt here would be very enjoyable and fulfilling.

Just as I was about to enjoy our lovemaking, I looked up and suddenly saw a large wedding anniversary photo of my uncle and aunt hanging on the wall above the double bed...

In the photo, my aunt was wearing a white wedding dress, very beautiful, and my uncle was wearing a black suit. My aunt's left arm was linked with my uncle's, and her head was resting on my uncle's shoulder, looking very affectionate. Their faces were filled with sweetness and happiness. My aunt saw me staring at the large photo and said with a smile, "Are you jealous!" After all the ups and downs, our relationship is quite solid now, and I'll say it without hesitation: yes, it's something to be envied!

My aunt sat up, gave me a long kiss, and said, "I love you too! You'll always be my little silly girl.

The other day, you ignored me, and I thought I'd lost you. I regretted not telling you I loved you then. I hope it's not too late. Tell me, my little silly girl, is it too late to say it now?"

I grabbed her hand. Her words had deeply moved me. I felt my efforts hadn't been in vain; everything had been rewarded. I had finally found true love. I said, "I love you too, and that will never change." We kissed again, and then my aunt took my hand and placed it on her genitals. Her vulva was already very wet, with a lot of vaginal fluid flowing out. I stroked her labia minora, gently rubbing them up and down. After a while, it seemed that just using my hand was no longer enough to satisfy my longing for my aunt's secret garden, so I turned around, spread my aunt's thighs, and her vulva was fully exposed. I buried my head between her two long, slender thighs, held her thighs with my hands, and licked my aunt's wet vulva with my tongue. Little piece of meat, this was my first time giving my second aunt oral sex, my first taste of her private parts. With the light touch of my tongue, she arched her back and cried out, "Oh, it's so itchy, so itchy..." Her wanton cries strongly stimulated me, making me increase the pressure of my tongue. She began to moan, "Ah, so good, so good, bite me, bite me..." It seemed oral sex was very pleasurable for her. Seeing her so satisfied, I couldn't help but want to show my best self. I tried hard to recall... The way the man performed oral sex on the actress in the film seemed to emphasize clitoral stimulation. Thinking this, I moved my tongue upwards. There was a small, tubular piece of tender flesh there; that must be the clitoris. The base of the tubular flesh was swollen, making the tube round—a sign of my aunt's sexual arousal. However, there was still a small opening near the frenulum of the clitoris, indicating that the clitoris wasn't fully exposed. A strongly stimulated clitoris should expose the clitoral glans, which is somewhat similar in shape to the glans penis. The clitoral glans can be considered a woman's erogenous zone; stimulating it would bring her unprecedented pleasure.

I licked the small opening at the bottom of the tubular opening with my tongue. Although the clitoral glans hadn't yet emerged, that area was still very sensitive. With just a light touch of my tongue, my second aunt started grabbing the bedsheets, twisting her body, and letting out a long scream, "Ah..." Then she arched her back, seemingly to get closer to my tongue so I could penetrate deeper. Knowing that my second aunt was enjoying this, I gained confidence and increased the intensity, circling the tubular flesh with my tongue. Under my stimulation, it gradually hardened, and soon it stood erect, like a penis, and the clitoral glans emerged. Later, I realized that the tubular flesh outside the clitoral glans resembled a foreskin, only covering the clitoral glans. Normally, you can't see the clitoral glans; my second aunt's clitoris was a slightly reddish-white, clearly due to being covered by the outer skin day and night, without much pigmentation, more like a pale face that never sees the sun.

As soon as her clitoris emerged, I began to suck on it with my mouth. My aunt clearly couldn't handle the stimulation and writhed violently, soon becoming drenched in sweat, repeatedly saying, "I can't take it anymore, it's coming, it's coming, I'm suffocating..."

Hearing her cries, I assumed she was about to climax, so this trick seemed effective, bringing her to orgasm so easily. I moved my tongue away and started using my hands. I first dipped a little honey on the rim of her vulva as lubricant, then pinched her taut clitoris with my index finger and thumb, and began to rub it rapidly. My aunt cried out even louder, writhing more violently, shouting, "I can't take it anymore, I'm peeing, I'm peeing..." In the

blink of an eye, a stream of pale yellow liquid gushed out from a small hole above her vulva. That small hole must have been my aunt's... My aunt urinated, and the stream of urine shot very high. At first, I thought she was having an orgasm, but then I heard her say she had urinated, and I realized it was her urine. But it was too late; I couldn't dodge in time, and the urine shot onto my face and then splashed all over my body. It seems the fruit she had eaten earlier had upset her; she urinated for a full half minute. I saw the stream of urine come out from the middle of her vulva, shooting out at a 45-degree angle upwards, drawing a beautiful parabola in the air before falling back down. The stream of urine gradually weakened, slowly losing its pressure and finally settling on my aunt's vulva. Her genitals were drenched by her own urine, and I was also drenched by it. The bed was soaked, the blankets and sheets were all wet. It seems my aunt's little outburst was quite powerful this time!

The bedroom was filled with the smell of a woman's urine, that same pungent, erotic scent that instantly aroused me. With urine still dripping from my face, I stuck out my tongue and licked it. It was indeed a strong, pungent odor. The urine, fresh from my aunt's body, was still slightly warm. Sensing my aunt's bodily fluids so closely—something from her body—filled me with excitement. Her urine didn't repel me; instead, it made me want to drink it. I saw that her genitals were already soaked, so I stuck out my tongue and kissed her wet vulva passionately. My aunt seemed somewhat exhausted from the intense stimulation. As I sucked on her vulva, she only moaned softly; she was probably tired. The strong, pungent smell repeatedly assaulted my olfactory and gustatory nerves, stimulating... My sexual nerves surged to the peak of excitement, my penis stood erect, and I felt an urgent need for a vaginal opening to relieve the burning sensation. Without even wiping away the remaining urine on either of us, I parted my aunt's legs, took my penis, and knelt before her, searching for an outlet. I dipped my penis in a little of the vaginal fluid, and with a downward swipe, it smoothly entered my aunt's body. Instantly, I felt the warmth within her…

My aunt, sensing my entry, became aroused. She grabbed my buttocks, making our penetration even tighter. Then, she began to contract her vagina forcefully, my penis being tightly gripped and pulled deeper into her vagina. Our eyes met, and she looked at me tenderly, saying, "Come on, let's get started!" I nodded, and my body began to sway back and forth. My lower body collided with hers, making a "slap, slap" sound. We began our passionate intercourse, a tender embrace. On this soft and comfortable double bed, we changed positions and movements, including my favorite: my aunt riding on top of me. She sat on my penis, moving up and down, back and forth. I felt intensely being fucked, being pleasured by a mature woman nearing 40. Her strong need for me made me feel so happy, so very happy…

In the days that followed, whenever either of us needed to, we would exchange a glance and then release our primal desires on each other's bodies. During this time, I didn't neglect my studies. I felt very relaxed since maintaining this sexual relationship with my aunt. I had a newfound drive in both my studies and life, a drive I never had before. I began to reflect on things related to marriage. Yes, a good sex life is a source of health and vitality, a cornerstone of success! In the June college entrance examination, I achieved outstanding results and was admitted to a prestigious university in Shanghai.

All my family members congratulated me; they were all proud and happy for me. But one person was the most disappointed at this moment: my second aunt. Yes, I was going to university, leaving my aunt's home, leaving this city, which meant that our unspoken relationship was about to end. Although going to Shanghai meant leaving my aunt, this was one of the most important events in my life. Although the separation would bring many regrets, it was unavoidable. Thankfully, I didn't contract any sexually transmitted diseases; all my previous worries and anxieties were unnecessary.

In college, I met a girlfriend. I won her over with my extraordinary charm; she's a senior, 25 years old, five years older than me. You might think I'm dating her because I can't forget my aunt, but let me tell you, that's not it. Although I once loved my aunt, some things in life are impossible. Having gone to college, I've gradually come to terms with those things. After all, I want a normal family in the future, and a relationship with my aunt is clearly not feasible. I love my current girlfriend very much. Our friendship isn't because she resembles my aunt, but because she's mature and caring. These days, relationships between older women and younger men are popular. Sexually

, we go to hotels whenever we need to. We don't go very often, about three times every two weeks, but we always enjoy ourselves. I truly love my girlfriend, and if possible, I want to build a family with her and spend my life together!

Now that school is on summer vacation, I'm bored at home. I'm no longer as stressed as I was before the college entrance exam; every day is relaxed and leisurely.

One afternoon, I was at home watching TV and texting my girlfriend when the phone rang. I picked up the receiver and said, "Hello, who is this?" Instantly, a familiar voice entered my ears: "You're back! It's your second aunt!"

My heart pounded. I hadn't contacted her in a long time; this was the first time I'd spoken to her since returning from university. I said, "Ah, Second Aunt, I've only been back a few days. How are you doing?" She said, "Yes, I'm doing well. Actually, I've missed you a lot since you left. Do you miss me?"

I understood what she meant. Although I had a girlfriend in university, sometimes when I felt sad or lonely, I would think of my second aunt. I said, "Yes, of course I missed you." She said, "Do you want to see me?

Your second uncle isn't home. Come over for dinner tonight. What would you like to eat? I'll go buy groceries in a bit!"

My second aunt was inviting me; the meal was just foreplay. The real excitement might come after dinner. I'd been thinking about my second aunt's health for so long, how could I refuse? I said, "Okay, I'll be over in a bit. I want to eat the sweet and sour fish my second aunt makes!"

Hearing this, my second aunt laughed and said, "Silly boy, you haven't changed at all! Come on over, I'm waiting for you!"

We hung up the phone, and I went to the bathroom to freshen up and changed into a new outfit. I thought to myself, I want my second aunt to see the best version of myself. After saying goodbye to my parents, I went downstairs, hailed a taxi, and headed towards my second aunt's house… "The End"

My second aunt is a beautiful woman. Although she's not voluptuous, she's rather thin but very feminine.

In my memory, she was very glamorous. When I was little, I remember her loving to dress up, and I thought that marrying a woman like her when I grew up would be a lifetime of happiness.

This year is my college entrance exam year. In my second year of high school, due to the pressure of studying, my family decided I should live with my second uncle, who lived closer to the school. So, I lived with my second uncle throughout my second and third years of high school. I saw my second aunt every day. My second uncle was often away on business trips, and my brother, my second aunt's son, was in college, so I often had time alone with my second aunt. At that time, I already understood matters between men and women. Although I was attracted to my second aunt, I knew it was immoral to think that way. Besides, my relationship with my second uncle was quite good, and it would be really wrong for me to think in that direction. I felt guilty. Although I was so close to my childhood sweetheart, I knew I couldn't, I really couldn't…

Back then, the pressure of studying was immense, so I became obsessed with things that allowed me to relax, like masturbation. It was the best way to relax my whole body, and every time I finished, I felt energetic the next day and could fully immerse myself in my studies. I usually studied until after 11 PM, and my aunt would already be asleep. I would start masturbating in my brother's room, imagining my aunt naked while I masturbated. It felt so good, so incredibly good. I really wanted to have sex with her.

My aunt was very caring towards me, I knew that. I was already a grown man, and I thought I was good-looking and had a good physique.

Many girls at school would hint at their feelings for me, but I knew that my studies were the most important thing at that time, so I ignored them. But I knew that my aunt's care for me seemed to stem only from her affection for her nephew. She would often ask me if any girls were pursuing me at school, and if so, I should ignore them, etc. She was generally against me having a boyfriend. I think I understood that there was something subtle going on between us.

It was probably past 11 PM that day. Having finished my homework, I started masturbating. I knew my aunt was already asleep, so I didn't think much of it. I didn't lock the door or turn off the lamp. Suddenly, my aunt pushed the door open and came in. I jumped, my right hand still holding my erect penis, and I hadn't even pulled up my pants. My aunt looked at me in surprise; she seemed startled too. My face flushed, and I didn't know what to do. The atmosphere became awkward. I saw my aunt was also blushing; she probably hadn't seen me like this before. In her mind, maybe I was a sensible child, maybe I shouldn't have done this.

I instantly felt my image in my aunt's eyes was completely ruined, so I quickly tried to say something: "Um… I'll go to sleep right away…" After saying that, I realized how stupid I was.

My aunt didn't listen to me; instead, she came in.

She walked to my side, looked at my penis, and said, "What's wrong? Is something bothering you?" I figured I couldn't hide anything, so I said, "Nothing much, I'm just feeling bored and looking for something to do." She smiled and said, "Have you finished your homework?" Hearing this, I realized my aunt didn't consider it shameful, so I didn't feel embarrassed anymore and calmed down, saying, "Yes, I've finished it all." At that moment, I noticed my aunt was wearing pajamas, the low neckline revealing her delicate cleavage, below which were her long, slender legs. At that moment, I felt no shame, only wicked thoughts about my second aunt. I knew that at that moment, I wanted to have sex with her!

My second aunt seemed to notice my gaze, and my penis became even more erect. I saw her staring at me, then suddenly she looked away and said, "I got up to go to the bathroom and saw you were still awake, so I came over. It's getting late, go to sleep now." As she was about to leave, I looked at the faint red underwear under her thin pajamas and couldn't control myself anymore.

I grabbed her hand and said, "Second Aunt, I can't take it anymore, I want you! I was thinking about you just now!"

She turned around, looked at me, then at my erect penis, blushed, and couldn't say anything for a moment. I knew she hesitated, and if she hadn't come into my room dressed like this today, I would never have had any improper thoughts about my second aunt. It was just a momentary impulse; I think it was a sudden surge of intense passion that made me lose my mind and say those words.

My second aunt finally spoke, and I seemed to feel boundless love in her words . She said, "Silly boy, why?

" I told her all my childhood memories of her and my innermost thoughts, and for a moment, I felt a great sense of relief and ease. After I finished speaking, to my surprise, my second aunt grabbed my hand and placed it on her breast. I felt an infinite softness that instantly melted me.

She said, "Okay, just this once, you silly boy..." And just as she finished speaking, my penis felt like it was about to burst, and I no longer restrained myself. My other hand naturally slipped into my aunt's red panties under her pajamas...

I immediately slipped my hand inside her red panties, just touching her soft pubic hair.

I thought if I were a little faster, I could touch the secret garden I'd always fantasized about touching and feeling its temperature and moisture.

Suddenly, my aunt grabbed my hand and said, "Um... wait a minute..." I was completely confused. Had she changed her mind?

No way! I hurriedly asked, "What's wrong?" She pointed to the window and said, "It's too bright in here; people outside will see." I glanced back out the window. Indeed, my second aunt's house was across the street from another apartment building. Looking out from this angle, I thought, if anyone were standing on that balcony right now, we'd be completely exposed. Ha, my second aunt was more cautious. As for me, in a moment of impulsiveness, I didn't care about anything. So, I got up and turned off the lamp.

Instantly, it was pitch black. My eyes slowly adjusted to the darkness. Thankfully, the people across the street weren't asleep yet; their living room light was on, quite bright, and a faint glow streamed into our little secret room. Now, it was just the two of us, and we could play all night long, if we could. However, the darkness seemed to prevent me from seeing her clearly, but what did it matter? As long as I could be with her, I felt I'd be satisfied with anything tonight!

Without thinking too much, I turned off the light and immediately threw myself into my aunt's arms, starting to grope her body. She began to move in response. I started taking off her pajamas, then her bra, and finally her panties. A sliver of light from the bedroom shone on her, a silvery glow. Her skin was so smooth. I could vaguely see my aunt's breasts and areolas. Although she was very thin, her breasts were still quite full, below which was a dark, inverted triangle, mysterious and alluring, making one wonder if those dark areas were enticing peach-pink lips.

Just as I was standing there, lost in thought, my aunt said, "Silly boy. What are you thinking about? Take yours off too." I snapped out of my daze. My aunt seemed quite anxious; you could tell that although she appeared very serious, her eyes didn't lie, did they? The moment she looked at my penis, I knew she was also burning with desire. No wonder, my second uncle is often away, sometimes not returning for a month or two, leaving my aunt alone at the door. It would be abnormal if she didn't have feelings for him, wouldn't it? I quickly took off my shirt and underwear; my penis was already rock hard.

In the darkness, we were very quiet; we could almost hear each other's rapid breathing and heartbeats—the calm before the storm.

My aunt spoke first: "Come here, let me help you relax." She sat up and grasped my penis. Although she was almost 40, her hands were still slender, making my whole body tingle. My penis felt incredibly hard; I had never let a woman touch my penis before.

This feeling was unlike anything I'd ever experienced before; it was amazing. I felt needed, it was an aggressive touch. You feel like the woman in front of you is horny, she needs you, and she wants to devour you. Just as I was enjoying it, I suddenly felt something wet. It turned out my aunt was giving me oral sex. The repeated, lubricated thrusting was driving me to ecstasy. I felt an unbearable urge surge from my head down to my lower abdomen, where it gathered and exploded. Yes, I ejaculated.

After spitting out the semen, my aunt said, "First time with a woman, huh? Ha, pretty quick." I scratched the back of my head, stammering, I couldn't control myself.

My second aunt smiled gently as she wiped my penis with toilet paper. After ejaculating, my mind cleared, but as she wiped me, I stared at the blackness of her genitals, imagining her pink vulva. Stimulated by her touch, my already limp penis quickly throbbed again. My aunt looked at my swollen member with surprise.

I lost control, pinning her to the bed, spreading her legs, and thrusting my penis towards her dark forest. At first, I seemed to hit pubic hair rather than labia, as it felt itchy and fuzzy. Then, my penis touched wet, smooth flesh—a woman's genitals, my aunt's secret garden. Initially, because I wasn't aiming correctly at the vaginal opening, I felt very hard, but in my panic, I quickly found the entrance to her secret garden.

In an instant, I was inside, deep within the garden. I was inside my aunt's body, our bodies intertwined. It was such a wonderful thing! I didn't thrust, but simply remained inside her.

Her vagina was tight, gripping my lower body tightly, giving me a warm feeling.

It was body temperature, the temperature of her body. At the moment I thrust in, my aunt groaned, and as we merged, she held me tightly. Strangely, the orgasm I felt earlier came quickly, but this time it wasn't so fast, and just like before, my aunt cried out excitedly: "My silly boy, you're amazing! Faster, move, move, let me feel you!" As my aunt felt pleasure, my body began to move back and forth like pistons. Her vagina released more and more love juice. And so, we changed positions.

What I used to see in porn has now become teaching material. I penetrated her from behind, and my second aunt sat on top of me. We both sat up and hugged each other. I also penetrated her from behind from the side. I felt that this was the happiest day my second aunt had ever had in the past three months at my second uncle's house. I felt that she seemed to have been thirsty for a long time, and a strong desire to devour me intensely stimulated my sexual nerves, making me thrust even more violently.

About 20 minutes passed, and I felt another strong burst of energy coming from my lower abdomen. I reached orgasm again, almost ejaculating completely.

My aunt's love juices had also flowed out in a large puddle. We cleaned ourselves up quickly, and seemingly due to exhaustion, we soon felt sleepy and fell asleep in each other's arms. The next day was school, so I needed to get some sleep...

Ring... Ring... I was woken up by the alarm clock. I opened my eyes, and it was already the next morning. Suddenly, I remembered what happened last night. My aunt and I had been very intimate and sweet, and I couldn't help but smile foolishly. But when I looked around, my aunt was gone. I walked out of the bedroom and heard the sound and smell of fried rice coming from the kitchen. It turned out my aunt had gotten up early and was making breakfast for me. I tossed a "Get up!" into the kitchen. She said, "Okay, hurry up and wash your face and brush your teeth, then eat." Hearing this, I was a little disappointed. It was the same simple dialogue as before. After last night's physical intimacy and passionate lovemaking, had we not gone any further? Why was her tone so calm, without the passion I had expected? Had she forgotten the moment we spent together yesterday? Or was my experience yesterday just a dream? Was it all just my imagination? I chuckled, thinking how foolish I was. Why think so much? Besides, yesterday was real. Can't I tell the difference between reality and a dream?

What a ridiculous thought!

Breakfast was already laid out on the table. My second aunt and I sat opposite each other, just like always. I stole a glance at her; she was so calm, as if nothing had happened last night. A heartless woman!

I thought childishly, but I couldn't hold back any longer and blurted out, "Um, yesterday…" My second aunt immediately interrupted me, "Only you and I know about yesterday. Don't tell anyone else, understand? And this won't happen again. Okay, let's eat." My heart sank instantly. What?! This woman is utterly cold-blooded. My second aunt shouldn't be like this. She should be a very considerate and gentle woman. But then I remembered—before we did it yesterday, she said it was just this once, and she was serious. I thought she didn't want to make a big deal out of it. But was yesterday's incident just to satisfy my restless teenage heart? I couldn't understand what she was thinking. Why wouldn't she tell me the truth? I finished my breakfast dejectedly, packed my books, grabbed my bag, and left, my second aunt. I said goodbye to her as I went to school.

She said, "Okay, be careful on your way, and pay attention in class!"

Hearing this, I seemed to understand, and couldn't help but smile.

Ah, my second aunt was still the same gentle and sweet second aunt. So all that was to make me focus on my studies, to keep me from getting distracted. Yes, after all, I'm about to take the college entrance exam! "

Okay, I understand!" I replied.

I thought I should listen to my second aunt, forget about yesterday, and concentrate on my studies, but I found I couldn't. The first period was math class. My eyes were on the blackboard, but my mind was on my second aunt's alluring body from last night. Her seductive voice kept echoing in my mind as we intertwined, "Faster, faster, oh, you're so good!"

The second period was history class. The history teacher was a woman with a hot figure. She wore tight jeans, revealing a clear slit between her legs. Having learned from yesterday's experience, looking at a woman's buttocks now felt strangely alluring, almost

like seeing through a screen. I knew that between those legs lay a warm and moist paradise. At that moment, my second aunt's parting words echoed in my mind: pay attention in class. So my gaze returned to the blackboard, but unconsciously, I imagined the history teacher as my second aunt again, recalling her wild behavior in bed last night. I thought, although this history teacher was usually very strict with us, I wondered what a wild little beast she would become in bed!

And so, the day passed by in a blur. I couldn't forget my second aunt at all. All day long, my mind was filled with her—her in her business attire, her in jeans, her in a skirt, her in pajamas, and even her naked. Every single one of her beauties captivated me; every version of her could mesmerize me. I think at that moment, I was immersed in the small happiness of having her. I was happy. But now, it's impossible for me and my second aunt to be together anymore. So perhaps I should listen to her and study hard; that's the key.

A month passed, and life seemed to return to normal. I studied diligently, and my relationship with my second aunt remained the same. Every day, I went to school and came home; she went to work and came home. Recently, the whole school organized a mock exam for the entire grade. After the exam, I felt I had done very well. When the results came out, I was in the top 10 of my class for the first time. My homeroom teacher also gave me high praise, saying I still had potential for improvement.

I immediately called my parents to share the good news. They both said it was all thanks to my second aunt for taking such good care of me, and that I now have a comfortable learning environment, much better than at home. They told me to keep up the good work!

I was very happy, so after school that day I rushed back to my second aunt's house to tell her the good news.

After listening, she patted my head and said, "If you put in a little more effort, you'll improve even faster!" I joked, "Since I did so well on the test, Auntie, you should give me a reward!" Auntie readily replied, "What kind of reward do you want? What do you want to eat? You can have anything you want; Auntie will definitely fulfill your wishes." Originally, I wanted to say that I wanted to eat her sweet and sour fish. Auntie's sweet and sour fish is incredibly delicious; every time she makes it, I finish the plate completely. But when I heard Auntie say, "Whatever you want, I'll give you," I had a wicked thought.

I said, "Auntie, I promise I won't say anything inappropriate, and I promise I... I'll study hard in the future, it's just, it's just..." Seeing me stammering, Auntie quickly said, "It's just what?" I said, "It's just that I want to take a bath with you, like a couple's bath!" Auntie was stunned and said, "You're being silly again! Didn't I tell you? Have you forgotten?" I said, "I haven't forgotten. What I want most right now is to take a bath with you, just a bath together, nothing else. Auntie, please grant me this small request." Auntie thought for a moment and said, "Okay, I promise you, but not today. It's my period today. Let's wait a few days. I'll tell you when it's okay. But you have to study hard, okay?" Hearing Auntie's agreement, my heart felt like a flower blooming again, basking in the warmth of the sun. I quickly said, "Okay, I know. But before that, Auntie, can you make me sweet and sour fish?" Auntie smiled contentedly, "So that's what you want to eat? Hehe, little rascal, of course! Auntie will go downstairs to buy groceries right now..."

Sitting at my desk, with a huge pile of practice exam questions in front of me, I was very full after dinner, but I thought if Auntie's sweet and sour fish were still in front of me, I could eat more. It would be so delicious! A delicacy! In a few days, I'll finally be able to fulfill my wish of taking a bath together with my second aunt. Just thinking about seeing her alluring body and those pink lips I've been longing for day and night makes me excited. My penis suddenly gets hard and erect, pushing against my soft underwear, but for a moment, it hurts a little! What did my second aunt say? She's on her period these past few days. I know a little about that; a period is when a woman menstruates. Usually, that stuff is dirty; it's blood flowing from the genitals. Menstruation is probably a secret for every girl, known only to her closest confidants, like friends or lovers. But my second aunt told me all this. Maybe she's no longer wary of me. I guess I'm her closest person now. I can't help but feel happy that our relationship is progressing further. I stopped thinking about it and started working on my homework. I figured if my grades kept improving, my aunt would be happy, and she'd feel more relaxed about our relationship. After all, I felt she was worried about my future and thinking about what was best for me. I didn't want to burden her or make her feel guilty, so I had to study hard.

Three days passed, and today was Saturday, school was out. My classmates and I went to the gym to play basketball, something I do every week to relieve the stress of the week's studies. Today I played especially hard, and when I got home I was soaked in sweat. My aunt was watching TV, and I thought she looked beautiful. She was wearing a pink, slightly see-through tank top, with a hint of black bra visible through the cutouts, adding a touch of mystery. She was wearing a white skirt. I wondered what color underwear she was wearing. Then

she stood up to greet me and said, "You're back! Why were you playing so hard today? Look how sweaty you are!" I said, "They're all experts today, so they're having a blast." My second aunt said, "Go take a hot shower to cool off!" As soon as I heard "shower," I remembered the agreement I'd made with my second aunt earlier. She seemed to realize this too; her face turned a little red.

I said, "Then shower with me, second aunt, is that alright today?" My second aunt said, "Okay, I'll help you wash properly; you must be filthy!" So after a quick wash, we went into the bathroom together. My second aunt's house has a solar-powered water heater, so we can shower anytime. My second aunt tested the water temperature and then locked the bathroom door. We faced each other, looking into each other's eyes. The bathroom was dimly lit, creating a somewhat ambiguous atmosphere. Suddenly, everything in the bathroom seemed incredibly sexy: the dim lighting, the large mirror, the toilet, the long bathtub, and the smooth showerhead.

I used to think this place was dirty, but now, because of my second aunt, everything was different. Her long hair, illuminated by the light, had a flowing beauty. As she took off her pink tank top, she said, "Take off your clothes." My heart started racing. Watching her take off her clothes one by one, my penis involuntarily hardened. I quickly undressed, and a straight, erect penis stood erect between my waist and legs.

My second aunt didn't take off all her clothes, leaving only black lace panties. The question from before was answered: her panties were the same color as her bra, and the lace seams made her pubic hair faintly visible, making me even more eager to see down there. But my second aunt didn't take them off, which really whetted my appetite. I thought, the first time we made love, I couldn't see her little secret because of the dim lighting. No matter what, I couldn't miss this opportunity today.

I said, "Second aunt, take off your panties too. I really want to see your private parts." My aunt looked at my erect penis, and I saw a hint of lingering affection in her eyes. She slowly pulled down her lace panties. Although the bathroom light was dim, I could still clearly see her inverted triangle-shaped secret garden.

Seeing that my gaze was fixed on her genitals, my aunt said, "Okay, let's wash." We then entered the bubble-filled bathtub together. She stroked my skin, helping me wash. She took my hand and placed it on her breasts.

I understood, and I began to knead her breasts with my own hands. Her breasts were firm and elastic. I circled them clockwise, and I could feel her enjoying it. Soon, she moved her hand down my abdomen, eventually finding my penis. She squeezed out some shower gel and began washing it. With her friction and the lubrication of the shower gel, my penis quickly became erect again. I then picked up some shower gel, put some in my palm, and moved it towards her vagina.

I touched her two exposed labia, so tender and delicate, it made me want to take a bite. Something on them was gradually hardening; I thought it was her clitoris. I'd read in books that it's a woman's G-spot, very sensitive, and it grows longer and more prominent during sexual arousal, somewhat like a man's penis. I couldn't resist touching it.

Unexpectedly, my aunt exclaimed, "Oh…!" Her voice was alluring and seductive, the most sensual female call. She said, "What are you doing? How did you know where I feel best?" I said, "Auntie, are you enjoying yourself? Then make Auntie happy!" My second aunt smiled and said, "No need, let's focus on washing." So, I obediently moved my hands elsewhere and began to wash my second aunt's perineum. My second aunt cooperated by opening her thighs, and through the slightly murky water, her vulva was completely exposed before my eyes. I could see the two fleshy patches of her labia minora protruding, like sea clams, a lovely pink color with slightly black edges.

The labia majora were difficult to distinguish because of the pubic hair. However, I could vaguely see that the skin there was very fair, and the color of the vaginal opening was even more delicate, feeling very smooth to the touch. My second aunt's anus was the most beautiful, with perfect patterns, making me want to explore inside.

In short, everything was perfect; this person's little secret was so well-maintained.

My penis swelled even more. Perhaps we both understood each other; we were controlling our lust, trying not to let it erode our spirits and morals. But the more we suppressed it, the more it swelled. I could see my aunt's face turning red, perhaps from my caresses of her genitals. My penis, too, was being played with by her, yearning to find a good opening to thrust into. I finally couldn't hold back any longer and said, "Aunt, I can't take it anymore. Give me oral sex." My aunt seemed to sense my impending ejaculation, and her body seemed burning hot, a need stirring within her. She didn't say anything, just nodded. We got out of the bathtub, and she had me sit on the washing machine next to it. Her sexy, thin lips then swept over my penis…

Just as my second aunt put my penis into her mouth, I was simultaneously electrified by the sudden softness. I felt an electric current gradually spreading from my penis to my brain. At that moment, I felt as if my penis had fallen into a pile of soft, warm, and moist cotton.

My second aunt kept licking the surface of my penis with her soft tongue. She made me feel a little itchy, but more than that, I felt a strong surge of pleasure from my lower body. My second aunt kept stroking it with her mouth and tongue. Looking into her greedy eyes, I felt that she was incredibly wanton at that moment. But she was so beautifully wanton. I liked my second aunt's slightly aggressive approach.

At that moment, I suddenly realized that I'm a masochist when it comes to sex. I crave a woman with a strong drive; I love that burning desire in her eyes. I want her passion to consume me, to swallow me whole, to make us one. I loved the position my aunt was in when we first had sex, the way she sat on me. I loved all her intensity towards me, just as I love mature women. I love them because they're more in control!

Having learned from my first experience, I knew my first orgasm would come quickly, but after the first ejaculation, it wouldn't be as easy to ejaculate again immediately. The second time, it would last much longer.

So, I grabbed my aunt's long hair with my right hand and began actively thrusting into her mouth. Because of the rapid thrusting, she moaned and groaned. Hearing that seductive sound, combined with the smooth, hot sensation in my lower body, I quickly ejaculated, all of it into her mouth, with a little spilling out, which she licked back up with her tongue.

I saw my aunt swallow my bodily fluids. For some reason, I suddenly wanted to stop her, saying, "Auntie, it's not good to eat that stuff." Although I had seen actresses swallow semen in porn before, I always thought it was for filming purposes. Now, seeing it with my own eyes, I felt it was a bit too much. After all, it was my own semen. Just thinking about it made me feel a little disgusted. And my aunt's lips were so beautiful, her tongue so lovely. It really made me feel like this had tarnished the image of an angel in my mind. I

thought to myself, I can't make such a low-level mistake again. But my aunt didn't seem to find it dirty at all. On the contrary, she seemed to enjoy it. She really needed it. I saw her close her eyes, savoring the taste of my bodily fluids, as if she were intoxicated. She said, "No, it's great!" I breathed a sigh of relief. Seeing my aunt enjoying it so much, my guilt lessened considerably.

Then my aunt turned on the shower. My penis, still wet with saliva and semen from the oral sex she had given me, was being washed by her. She lovingly caressed it, her slender fingers radiating tenderness, which I could feel.

I was enveloped in her love. What kind of love was it? Was it the love of an elder for a younger generation? Was it the love between relatives? Was it sexual love between a man and a woman? Or was it romantic love?

I racked my brains, thinking that perhaps our love wasn't just sexual, but something deeper, perhaps romantic love. I wasn't sure, but I thought that at that moment, she might have fallen in love with me, and this love might have originated from sex.

But thinking about it carefully, there was a nearly 20-year age difference between us. Just considering the age difference, the idea of love between us seemed absurd. My thoughts wandered, and I looked at my aunt, still so beautiful and charming. She was the woman of my dreams!

I firmly believed this; it was a thought I had since childhood.

And now, my wish has come true. My dream lover, we are naked now, exchanging the secrets of each other's bodies. Thinking of this, my hands unconsciously begin to caress my aunt's body. The shower water splashes on her skin, making it even smoother and whiter. I really want to devour her. My hands quickly roam over her body, as if I really can't bear to let go of this scene before me. I'm a little afraid that this reality will suddenly disappear.

I touch my aunt's breasts, then her lower abdomen, and then stroke her private parts. I'm the only one who has the key to unlock her private parts right now, aren't I? Thinking of this, I can't help but feel a secret pleasure, and my penis, which had just been fantasizing about my aunt, is now at its hardest.

I sat down on the edge of the bathtub, and my penis, like a pillar standing upright, shot straight up. I pulled my aunt's hand, gesturing for her to come towards me. She understood, turned her back to me, and sat down on my lap. Although she was petite, she had a large bottom. She used her hand to guide my penis to her vaginal opening, and sitting down like that, I entered her smoothly.

As I mentioned before, this position was my favorite when making love with my aunt, making her the protagonist of pleasure. This position allowed my penis to penetrate so deeply, as if it had reached her climax. My penis filled her entire vagina, and we became truly one. Her large bottom sitting on my lap gave me an unprecedented feeling of sexual bliss. Her bottom was so soft and elastic, and seemed to carry a unique feminine fragrance that gradually spread throughout the bathroom.

My second aunt started thrusting up and down, slowly at first, then faster. It began with soft moans, then gradually grew louder. In this position, my second aunt was thrusting, while I was almost completely still, only making small movements in response. So I felt like my second aunt was fucking me! And I was being fucked by my second aunt! At that moment, while feeling the piston-like motion my second aunt was giving me, I imagined her raping me.

That exhilarating feeling of being abused by a woman I liked spread throughout my body. The way she was thrusting into me so forcefully meant she needed me, didn't she?

Feeling this need, my penis swelled to an unprecedented size. I felt her vagina gripping me even tighter, and my hands weren't idle either, going forward to massage her clitoris. Her moans became more wanton; she cried out, "Mmm, almost there, so hot, coming, coming!"

I increased the speed of rubbing her clitoris, and I saw that her expression was one of pain, but she showed no sign of stopping. I knew she was feeling pleasure, not discomfort. This lasted for about 15 minutes when I suddenly felt a strong contraction in her vagina, a contraction that seemed to exert a strong suction on my penis.

At the same time, my aunt's body began to convulse, a rhythmic convulsion. My penis felt like it had been doused with hot water, and my penis began to gush rhythmically with her contractions. This milky white, gelatinous fluid started flowing down my thighs; there was a lot of it, and her contractions continued for quite a while.

My aunt ejaculated. Yes, my aunt, panting heavily, said, "That was so good, she came." I saw that she seemed very tired, but the contractions didn't seem to have stopped. It seems that women's orgasms are different from men's. Thinking of this, I felt that I should keep my aunt in that wonderful state of orgasm, after all, orgasms are precious to every woman.

I said, "Aunt, hold onto the washing machine." She did as I said. I stood up, and now I was penetrating my aunt from behind. I grabbed her buttocks and started moving my body back and forth, my penis thrusting in and out of her still-orgasmic vagina. I heard my aunt cry out again, so I sped up. Because of the strong contractions of her vagina earlier, my penis had been intensely stimulated and was on the verge of orgasm. So now, with the high-speed friction, my penis instantly swelled up like a fire hydrant, the powerful pressure forcing it to ejaculate a strong stream of fluid. The moment my semen sprayed deep into her vagina, my aunt let out a terrible scream. That thrust, that scalding torrent, seemed to have been deadly!

We both felt very tired after the orgasm. I pulled out my penis and saw white liquid flowing from my aunt's vaginal opening. I couldn't tell if it was her vaginal fluid or my semen. Since we were both very tired, we quickly washed our lower bodies and came out wrapped in bathrobes.

We helped each other out of the bathroom. My aunt seemed to have expended more energy. We went to the living room, I put her on the sofa, turned on the TV, and started watching. My aunt likes watching dramas, especially Korean dramas. I suddenly remembered that once when her colleagues came to visit, they watched dramas together and discussed the plot. I overheard my aunt say, "I like watching dramas with a third party involved."

Then I heard her colleague chime in, "You're the same as me! I like that kind of thing too." I thought to myself, "This is probably what women like." Looking at my aunt, who seemed a little weak but whose eyes held endless tenderness as she looked at me, I switched to a channel showing a Korean drama. My aunt, like an obedient child, was immediately captivated. Earlier, when I first came in, I saw her watching this program—the currently most popular Korean drama, "My Lovely Sam Soon." So we watched it together, and we were on the scene where the male lead confessed his love to the female lead, and she said, "I like hearing things like that..." Suddenly,

I thought of the saying, "Women dress to please those they love." It seems women are born with this... Women crave being loved and surrounded by men; they especially love the feeling of being loved. It seems that as long as there's love, there are never too many men. If possible, it seems women are born to be cherished. Thinking of this, I moved closer to my second aunt, placing my right hand on her shoulder. She nestled against me like a little bird. I placed my left hand on her thigh, gently caressing her. If I were an observer at that moment, I think I would feel that we were like a pair of mandarin ducks, tightly embracing each other. But is being together forever? Can our love be eternal?

Will it receive blessings? These are all troubling questions. However, I know my own feelings, my feelings for my second aunt, and I also clearly feel her attachment to me. Looking at my second aunt, who now seemed like a happy little woman, I spoke up, "Um, second aunt, you know... um..." I stammered for a long time without saying anything. My second aunt looked up at me, her freshly washed long hair falling onto my arm, and said, "What?

What's wrong?" I continued, "You know what? I love you!" My aunt's cheeks flushed an alluring red. She lowered her head, remained silent for a moment, then suddenly lifted her head, leaned in, and kissed me. I saw happiness radiating from her face, like a young woman in her early twenties, incredibly beautiful. But after a short while, she hesitated. She calmly said, "No, you know, there's no future for us. Don't take it too seriously, you know? Right now, we're just in that kind of relationship, just sex! I know, sometimes, I need you! You're a great guy, you're really great! But that's all!" I didn't believe what I heard. I thought, although words can lie, the eyes don't lie, right? I said to her, "You mean, we're just playmates?" Aunt, I truly love you, I like you from the bottom of my heart. I never saw you as just a playmate. My aunt was startled and looked at me with deep affection. I knew she was touched, but her expression remained resolute. She said, "Listen, silly child, you have a long road ahead of you. You will meet other girls, and you will fall in love with them!" Seeing how determined she was, I panicked and said, "I don't want anyone else, I only want you!" Seeing my reaction, I thought she would be heartless again, but instead, she pulled me close and hugged me tightly. I hugged her back just as tightly. She said, "Silly child, I don't know what this will bring..." Suddenly, a phone rang, interrupting her. We let go of each other. The phone was next to the sofa, so my aunt could easily reach it. She picked up the phone and said, "Hello... Ah, my husband." I was startled. It was my second uncle calling. At the same time, my second aunt also paused, glancing at me uneasily, her expression a complex mix of emotions. Then she avoided my gaze and continued her call with my uncle, asking about work. She said, "Honey, I miss you so much." I leaned closer to listen and could vaguely hear her voice on the other end: "I miss you too, my wife. I'll be home soon." I saw my second aunt's eyes light up, as if she were looking forward to it. "When are you coming back?" she asked eagerly.

Women's minds are truly incomprehensible even to men for a hundred years. Who does she love now? Love my second uncle, or love me, or are you two-timing, wanting more than you have? Thinking about this, I suddenly felt very agitated, so I reached out and stroked her thigh. I wanted to test who she really had feelings for. My second aunt was startled by my crazy act. Later, I realized that what I was doing was truly insane. She was on the phone with my second uncle, and I was stroking her smooth skin, heading towards her sensitive spots. My second uncle was completely unaware on the other end of the phone. If he found out, who knows what dangerous things would happen next! My second aunt struggled to break free, but I didn't care about the situation at all. This thrill of walking a tightrope over a fire was driving me crazy. I didn't know what was wrong with me, how I could become so out of control. I think it was because of the wife's affectionate words to her husband, "I miss you," that made me jealous, which is why I did this. My second aunt stopped struggling. She covered the phone receiver and winked at me, saying, "Don't do this." I was on the phone with your second uncle. I whispered to her, "I know!"

My second aunt couldn't do anything about it, so she let me caress her while she continued talking to my uncle.

About five minutes later, they finished talking. After hanging up, my second aunt turned to me and said, "Why are you starting to act like this? You can't keep doing this. Your second uncle is coming back next Monday...

Your second uncle is coming back next Monday." My second aunt said seriously. Those words echoed in my ears. Today is Saturday, which means he'll be back in one more day. This is my second uncle's first return since my relationship with my second aunt escalated into a sexual partnership. I don't think I'm mentally prepared for this sudden change. My second uncle is back. What will happen to my relationship with my second aunt? How should I face my second uncle? Will he notice this subtle change in our relationship? Faced with this mountain of real-world problems, I felt truly ashamed of my absurd and outrageous behavior just now. However, reality is reality, and fantasy is fantasy; one must always learn to adapt, right? I thought I should handle things like an adult. I apologized to my second aunt, saying, "I'm sorry about what happened earlier, but it won't happen again!" I assured her once more. My second aunt was clearly still concerned about what had just happened; seeing her concern, she said, "You should know that we did this to satisfy each other! If you take this too seriously, I don't think it will be good for either of us." I realized the seriousness of the situation at this point and felt much more at ease, saying, "Second Aunt, don't worry about it. I understand; I was just too emotional just now." She said, "Yes, it's good that you understand our current situation. We're just satisfying each other's physical needs. Remember, if you need anything in the future, come to me, and I'll call you if I need anything, but the condition is that no one can find out. Especially not your second uncle."

I'm no longer going down that path blindly. I understand my second aunt's worries. Perhaps what happened between us shouldn't have destroyed our once beautiful and complete family. They are a loving couple, and they have a bright son in college—my older brother. My previous naive thoughts were somewhat ill-considered. Although my second aunt and I may be in love, our love won't be blessed by others. Our love can only exist underground. The day we openly express our love will be the day our love is destroyed!

I told my second aunt, "It's a deal. If I need you, I'll come to you! And you too!"

My second aunt smiled contentedly. "Yes, I will!"

On Monday evening, after self-study, I got home and was surprised to find my second uncle opening the door. He was back, just like always. I hadn't seen him for over a month, and we exchanged pleasantries. When he learned that I had done well on my mock exam, he seemed very happy and offered me some words of encouragement. I noticed my aunt watching TV nearby, occasionally adding to the conversation about my studies. In short, everything seemed the same as before, though the secret was only known to my aunt and me. Looking at my uncle's still-enthusiastic demeanor, I realized he was completely unaware of what had happened during his month-long absence. Seeing his clueless expression, I suddenly felt guilty. I said a few words to him briefly and then went back to my room to study.

As I did my homework, I couldn't help but wonder what my husband and I were doing. After all, we hadn't seen each other for over a month, and today was their first day back. They were definitely going to make love! Thinking about this made me increasingly uneasy, and eventually, I couldn't concentrate on my studies anymore. I got up and opened the door a crack, through which I could clearly see the sofa in the living room. Just then, a scene I desperately wanted to avoid, yet which was unfolding before my eyes, played out. My uncle was holding my aunt tightly in his arms, and they were kissing passionately. A moment later, my uncle turned off the TV and pulled my aunt into the bedroom…

Seeing this, I felt like I'd been electrocuted. I stood frozen in the doorway, a sharp pain shooting through my chest. I knew, more accurately, that my heart was aching. I knew how I felt about my aunt. I couldn't bear to see the woman I loved being held in someone else's arms, being intimate with someone else. But I couldn't change the facts. It wasn't proper, and I couldn't express my grievances. So, I could only silently endure this pain, trying to show others, especially my aunt, that I was strong.

I returned to my seat, unable to calm down for a long time. My mind kept wandering to what the couple was doing. They were probably already having sex, and my aunt was probably enjoying herself immensely. The more I thought about it, the more my heart ached. It was strange. Before my aunt and I became sex partners, I knew that she and my uncle were having sex in their bedroom, but I never felt this way before. I always acted like nothing was wrong. But ever since I became physically intimate with my aunt, I've started to care about her. My heart can't tolerate this. I thought I should just stop thinking about them. My wife was engrossed in her studies, but I couldn't calm down. So I turned off the lights early and prepared to sleep. Lying in bed, I felt incredibly empty and bored. To make myself feel better and find some solace, I started masturbating while thinking about my second aunt's naked body. Slowly, I fell asleep...

In my hazy state, I vaguely heard someone come in. I opened my eyes and couldn't believe it—it was my second aunt! She was incredibly beautiful, wearing a floral bra, her long, flowing hair cascading over her shoulders. I sat up and said, "Second Aunt, what brings you here? Where's Second Uncle?" She walked to my bedside and sat down, saying, "He's asleep. I missed you. I want you!

Come and fuck me!" She grabbed my hand and placed it inside her sexy panties. There were those familiar pink lips, now sweetly moist. I began to masturbate her, and she started moaning excitedly, "Darling, fuck me to death..." Just as our passion reached its peak, the door was suddenly pushed open. My second uncle stood there in surprise, watching us writhe on the bed. His eyes flashed with fury, and he grabbed a desk lamp, throwing it at us while hurling vulgar insults, "You two scoundrels, how dare you do this behind my back!" As he spoke, I saw the lamp flying towards my head. A tragedy was about to unfold...

I jolted open my eyes. Everything was pitch black. I gasped for breath, still seemingly in the shadow of my uncle's rage. Where was I? A hospital?

Was I injured? I instinctively touched my head; it was unharmed, without any bandages. Trying to make out objects in the darkness, I breathed a sigh of relief. It was all a dream! I'm lying on my bed in my bedroom now, but what just happened was so real. My second aunt's body, her madness, her wildness, her lust, and her seductive charm—it's all so vivid in my mind. The whole room seems to still be filled with her delicate fragrance! Suddenly, I feel something wet down there. I reach into my underwear and touch it—sticky liquid. It turns out that while I was dreaming about being intimate with my second aunt, I also ejaculated at the same time. I had a wet dream!

It turns out it was all just a dream! Besides being relieved that it wasn't real, I also feel a little lost. I look at the alarm clock on the bedside table; it's 3:15 AM. The room is quiet, with only the ticking of the clock. They're probably sleeping soundly right now, I think. An overwhelming loneliness and solitude gradually spread through my body, and a deep-seated emptiness washed over my heart, a dull ache. I don't know how long my second uncle will stay after he comes back, but I really hope he leaves soon, leaving just my second aunt and me in our happy world.

Loneliness is truly awful. Ever since waking from the dream of my second uncle's狰狞 (zhengning - ferocious) face, I haven't been able to fall back asleep. Until it was already broad daylight, I spent the entire time in a daze. I couldn't concentrate on my classes at all during the day. The passion those two had shown on the sofa yesterday had broken my heart. How I wished there was a woman beside me right now, to comfort my wounded heart! When someone is heartbroken, their defenses are very weak, and if there's a loving woman by their side, even a stranger, it would make them feel better, at least to keep them from feeling lonely.

Evening self-study was history class, and the history teacher had changed into a new outfit again. Everyone in the grade knew that the history teacher loved to dress up; she changed her clothes almost every two days, as if class was her personal fashion show. Sometimes I wondered if she had some kind of ulterior motive. She's a high school teacher, facing students all day long, so why does she always dress so provocatively? Is she trying to seduce her male students? Thinking about this, I suddenly chuckled to myself. For some reason, ever since enjoying some quality time with my second aunt, I've found myself thinking more about older women. Maybe it's like us men – we get older but still like young, beautiful girls, and older women like young, handsome men. I chuckled, excited by my new discovery, but then I wondered, "Could she have a crush on one of the male teachers at this school? That's why she dresses like a prostitute every day?" The thought of prostitutes suddenly sparked a thought – yes, that should be exciting!

So, after the first evening self-study session, I made up an excuse to ask my homeroom teacher for leave. To my surprise, she readily agreed. Studying hard certainly gives you more opportunities! I told her I had a stomachache, probably from enteritis. My teacher immediately looked at me with concern and said, "Okay, but you should take care of your health while studying. After all, health is the most important thing!" They gave me a sick leave slip and let me go. Everything went so smoothly. As I rode my bicycle, thinking about how I was about to realize my new idea, I felt incredibly relaxed. The emptiness that had plagued me all day was completely dispelled by my new idea. My whole body was burning with fiery passion, and I was instantly aroused.

I rode to "Fragrant Powder Street." "Fragrant Powder Street" is just a less mainstream name; the street's real name is Huaibin Road. It's a relatively quiet area about five blocks away from the bustling city center. "Fragrant Powder Street," as the name suggests, is a place similar to a red-light district. This street is filled with massage parlors, nightclubs, and bathhouses. Some of the establishments are quite suggestive, with dim, reddish lighting inside and lace curtains at the entrance, making the interior decorations appear and disappear. Several lanterns hang below the signs.

I know about this place because it's frequently mentioned in boys' conversations, especially when talking about scantily clad girls on campus. We'd say, "Look at her, she looks like she came from Fragrant Powder Street!"

While this analogy might seem a bit inappropriate, since almost all the women on Xiangfen Street are prostitutes, it simply illustrates that the girl was dressed provocatively, without any deeper meaning. Indeed, the women on this street dressed very provocatively, like the one walking in front of me. She wore a tight-fitting V-neck top, the low neckline seemingly exposing her entire cleavage, and an extremely short mini-skirt, so short that it seemed that if she bent over even slightly, her underwear would be visible. She wore very high heels, and as she walked, her hips swayed, and the clatter of her heels on the concrete made a sexy sound. Her long hair cascaded beautifully over her shoulders, and of course, she wore bright red, sexy lips.

Watching the beautiful woman walk ahead, and fantasizing about the pink flesh between her legs, my penis started to get hard, pressing against my jeans. A sharp pain shot through me, and I had to stop walking. I looked around at the shops, considering which one to choose. After all, I was here to enjoy myself, not just to look around. After a while, I realized that almost all the shops were the same, offering massages and foot reflexology. So, I wandered into a small shop further inside.

As soon as I entered, I saw four beautifully dressed women sitting in the lobby. Upon seeing a customer, one of the older women came over to greet me, "Come in!" Her voice was so alluring that I felt lured into the shop. I asked her, "Do you offer foot massages here?" Since I'd never been to a place like this before and didn't know their procedures, I asked tentatively.

She said, "Yes, we do. Quickly change your shoes and come to the back room." I changed into slippers and followed her into the inner room. I guessed she was the owner or something, because she seemed to be the oldest among them. Would she massage me herself? I couldn't help but wonder, so I asked, "Will you massage me?" She turned around and jokingly said, "Yes, what's wrong? Are you trying to say I'm old?" I hadn't expected her to be so direct; she'd hit the nail on the head.

However, I wasn't thinking of switching to other young women. I particularly like older women now, especially married young women. I quickly said, "No, I like you, sister. I just wanted to confirm if it's you who will do it for me." She smiled happily, "Heh, you're quite the charmer!" I

followed her into a room that wasn't very big. I looked around. In the center of the room was a massage bed, and next to it was a bathroom. The room was dimly lit, and everything looked yellowish. She pointed to the massage bed and said to me, "Sit down. Um... you're just getting a foot massage? Don't you want any other services?"

Hearing this, it seemed like we were about to get to the point, so I said, "Others? What other services do you offer?"

She said, "Like oral sex and stuff." I was overjoyed. I thought, "I came to the right place, and I even met such a lovely auntie." But if we were to do this kind of transaction, I'd probably have to ask about the price first, to avoid being ripped off afterward. I said, "How much for oral sex?"

I eagerly asked about the price. Seeing my urgency, the proprietress's face lit up. She didn't answer immediately, but instead pulled down her tight red bodysuit. The pull seemed to tighten the garment, making her large breasts stand erect. Was she seducing me? I wondered. Just then, I also carefully observed her. When I first entered, I was a little nervous because it was my first time in a place like this, so I hadn't really looked at this woman properly. Her figure was undeniably stunning. If you only looked at her neck and below, you'd think she was a young woman in her early twenties—large breasts, a large bottom, and most strikingly, her tiny waist. It was so slender; it seemed I could easily wrap my arm around her. Her tiny waist made her breasts and bottom appear even larger. She was truly a mature woman; it was a waste for someone with such a figure to be a prostitute!

I felt sorry for her. She didn't look that young anymore; faint wrinkles appeared around her eyes and on her cheeks when she spoke. She was still beautiful, with a round forehead, a pert nose, and deep, penetrating eyes—eyes that seemed to see right through you, a kind of maturity that comes with experience. Judging from her age, she was at least ten years older than me.

She continued to tease me, her deep eyes filled with affection, her hips swaying, her head turning, her mature womanly charm suffocating me. Finally, she spoke: "Oral sex is 90 yuan a time, and the technique is good!" I was stunned. That was too expensive! It's just playing with a man's penis with your mouth, is it really that expensive? But looking at this alluring auntie in front of me, I really didn't want to miss out! I longed to be devoured by her seasoned body. Now I think, the more mature a woman is, the more beautiful she is; the older she gets, the more alluring she becomes. Luckily, I had enough money with me, so I said, "So, you'll do it for me?"

She said, "Yes, you can use other people if you want!" I saw a hint of disappointment in her expression when she said that. After all, this was how she made her money, so I couldn't let my money go to outsiders. I let her do it; that was the biggest benefit I could give her. We settled the deal, and she got up to close the door. In the small, enclosed space, it was just the two of us, a man and a woman alone. As she unbuttoned her shirt, she said, "Young man, you don't look very old. How old are you?" Although I'm only 20, I look much older than I am. I'm tall and have a mature appearance. I remember one morning I was going to be late for school, so I hurriedly hailed a taxi. The driver, who looked about 28 or 29, asked me after I got in, "Brother, which way are you going?" I was both amused and exasperated. I thought if I exaggerated, people who didn't know me would definitely believe me!

I said, "I'm 25." "And how old are you, sister?" She said, "Hmm, I knew you weren't that old. I'm 32 this year." I knew that was probably a conservative estimate; for business reasons, she could be any age. In other words, she was the same age as my second aunt, but although my second aunt was also 39, she looked younger because she took excellent care of herself, with almost no wrinkles.

Another aunt-aged woman! But I like aunts with a strong feminine charm. Women of this age usually have careers and happy families. Time has taught them to be capable and shrewd. The only regret is that they are aging, and they have a desire to fight against time, hoping to regain their youth and passion. So they probably crave the attention of a young man like me, craving this kind of reckless passion. When I asked her a second time, "Will you do it for me?" her somewhat disappointed eyes told me that she not only wanted to earn my money but also my body. In front of this sexually voracious old prostitute, I was like her long-awaited prey! Her proud eyes seemed to want to possess everything about me, to give her a good meal!

She took off her top and skirt, leaving only a leopard-print bra and thong. I was captivated by the sight before me; it was truly a mature female body! This auntie's body was much more beautiful than my second auntie's when she was wearing her bra; her buttocks were pert and seemed to be waiting for a man to protect them. Instantly, I felt a strong feminine scent waft towards me, a truly intoxicating aroma. She looked at me, sitting dumbfounded on the edge of the bed, my gaze brazenly searching her body. She said with satisfaction, "Hmm, let's wash your big treasure first!" Saying this, she stood up and went to the bathroom to get water. She was wearing a thong... Her buttocks were facing me directly, and I could see that the thin strap at the back couldn't cover her thick labia majora at all, with a few pubic hairs covering them. The thin strap only covered her labia minora, preventing me from seeing the pinkish-red flesh that fascinated me. Her lower body was very full, like her breasts, almost bursting out from under her bra. The mystery below the strap fascinated me, and I couldn't wait to rush up to her, rip open her panties, and thrust something into her. Looking at her plump lower body, my penis was already hard. At this moment, my aunt came out with a basin of water. As she placed the basin on the chair, she looked at my tent and said in a somewhat seductive tone, "Little brother, aren't you hot? If you're hot, take off all your clothes..."

I obediently took off all my clothes. My penis, freed from the restraint of my pants, became liberated and shot up at a 45-degree angle. My aunt looked at my penis with greedy eyes and exclaimed in surprise, "Oh... so big! Very good!" Come here, let me give your little baby a bath. I obediently walked up to her and half-squatted over the basin of water. The auntie's hands began to splash water onto my penis. The water was neither too hot nor too cold, and the flow of water over my swollen penis felt wonderful. After wetting my penis, the auntie's hands began to rub it. Her fingers were slender, her nails long, and her skin delicate, like a baby's. These were a pair of incredibly feminine hands. Being touched by such hands, I felt my female hormones surging around my genitals. She wasn't just stroking me; it was more like giving me a penis massage, pressing and rubbing clockwise at the base of my penis and the frenulum. She seemed to know a lot about men's G-spots, their erogenous zones. As she massaged me, I felt a surge of heat rising from my penis, and my body quickly heated up. She was now squatting down, her legs spread apart—the position a woman squats to urinate. I looked at those spread legs... The strap of the panty was now nestled between the labia minora, and I could see her labia now. Her labia minora lay lazily out from inside, the inside wet, like a drooling cherry mouth, welcoming the penis she longed for.

I was captivated by the alluring sight, and I longed to touch the deep, fleshy opening beneath those fleshy folds. My hand unconsciously moved towards the area between the auntie's thighs, but halfway there, I suddenly remembered that I was there to give her oral sex. Would touching her like this be considered an unnecessary service? So I asked her, "Sister, you've already touched my little darling, so can I touch yours?" The auntie probably expected me to lose control, but she didn't expect me to ask her that. A tempting blush rose on her face, and she said, "My little darling is very delicate! You have to take good care of her!" After saying that, she used her little hand to grab my hand that had been hanging in mid-air and guided it to her little secret place. I used one finger to lift her thong and pulled the panties to the right side of her little treasure. Now, her little treasure was completely exposed to me. As she said, it was indeed very tender. A little bit of honey seeped from the opening, moistening her two labia and making them very smooth. I placed my hand on it, and the feeling of her labia minora was truly delicate and tender! That was probably the result of long-term nourishment from the honey at the opening! I thought, looking at her wet little hole, my penis involuntarily twitched up and down twice. Auntie saw all of this and said, "It seems that little brother's little treasure wants my little treasure!" I said, "Sister is really amazing. Not only are you beautiful, but your little treasure is even more beautiful. Of course, my little treasure will be eager!"

I knew that if I asked for other services, I wouldn't have enough money, so what I said earlier was just a joke to ease the awkward atmosphere. After all, we didn't know each other before, and this feeling was very exciting. We were doing a sex transaction; I gave her money, and she provided services. Strangers would strip naked and seek each other's paradise. It was a transaction that allowed us to see each other's body secrets. It was a transaction that led me to meet this aunt who was much older than me. If this wasn't a sex transaction, she might have been the mother of one of my classmates, or the aunt next door. But now, here, we didn't have so many concerns. Age, seniority—we didn't have to think about any of that. All we had was the most primal desire between a man and a woman!

She took a dry towel and told me to wipe my genitals, saying, "Lie down on the bed, I'll do it for you right away."

I lay down, and she told me to prop my legs up and spread them apart so she could bury her head between them to give me oral sex. She didn't perform oral sex directly, but instead massaged my penis with her hands, not much different from the massage she did when washing my penis. It felt very stimulating. The difference was that this time she massaged my scrotum and played with my testicles. She gently rubbed back and forth rhythmically, and I felt my penis tighten even more. Just as I was enjoying the pleasure of my testicles almost melting, a hot spring-like heat enveloped my genitals. It turned out that the oral sex had begun. She started to suck on my penis, and the suction was very strong, as if my genitals were trapped in something I couldn't escape. She slowly began to sink, and soon she started using her tongue to create pleasure for me. Her tongue was very strong; my penis was intertwined with her tongue in her mouth. This feeling was amazing, completely different from the oral sex my aunt gave me. This felt much more intense; I felt like she was seducing me, seducing this younger brother who was more than ten years younger than her. It was a strong sense of conquest. I couldn't help but marvel at her age; I never expected her to have such a strong sex drive! She was truly impressive! Her tongue began to move up and down, faster and faster. My penis felt the softness of her tongue, and it also occasionally came into contact with her teeth. Her teeth were like a sex vibrator; whenever my penis scraped against them, it felt like being electrocuted. It felt incredibly good. Suddenly, I felt a heat gradually building up in my lower abdomen. I felt that I was about to climax, so I shouted, "Sister, it feels so good! I'm going to cum! I'm going to cum!" Hearing me shout this, she stopped, pulled her mouth away from me, and asked, "Are you about to climax?" At that moment, I was on the verge of climax, about to erupt, but Auntie suddenly stopped, leaving me incredibly frustrated. Not knowing what she was up to, I could only say, "Yes, almost there, Auntie, you're really good." Hearing the praise, she seemed quite pleased, saying, "Wait for me, I have something even better!" Saying this, she ran to the refrigerator and took out an ice box.

Looking at her, completely puzzled, I asked, "Sister, what's this for?" Auntie remained mysterious, saying, "You'll find out soon." Then she put three ice cubes in her mouth. Seeing this, I seemed to know what she was going to do—she was using ice! What kind of oral sex was this? It was so strange, but I didn't know what effect the ice would have on my body, so I didn't ask any more questions and quietly watched her performance.

Meanwhile, I was burning with heat, thinking, "Hurry up, sister, please help me get out of this!" Auntie's little mouth finally lowered and bit my penis in. In an instant, I felt a cold, needle-like stinging sensation spreading across my penis. No wonder, the penis would become hot just before orgasm, while this icy temperature was very low. The collision of hot and cold naturally produced a hundred sensations, and the needle-like pain was like the immense pleasure after being tortured, instantly engulfing my entire body. After the intense stimulation, the blood inside my penis felt like it was about to burst. I could feel the veins bulging on the surface of my penis, and the erection was unusually strong. However, the feeling of orgasm was controlled in a stable state, so I couldn't orgasm easily. Therefore, I enjoyed this orgasm in an incredibly blissful way. My aunt also sped up her oral sex. She began to thrust violently. The ice in her mouth slowly melted over time, and my penis slowly regained its temperature. My aunt's speed was also incredibly fast. After about 5 minutes, I couldn't control the huge energy gathered in my lower abdomen. With a long cry, my penis shot out a powerful stream of hot fluid. This was the most powerful ejaculation I had ever had, because my energy had reached its peak. After the orgasm, I was exhausted. I had never been so tired before. Thinking back, it felt like I had experienced an orgasm that lasted for more than 5 minutes. Normally, an orgasm only lasts for 10 seconds at most, but this one lasted for a long 5 minutes. This really drained my energy.

I looked at my aunt; she seemed tired too. We rested for a while, chatted about everyday things, and I gave her 100 yuan without asking for change. We said goodbye and left. As I was leaving, my aunt seemed a little reluctant. She said, "Young man, come back often when you have time. I'll be waiting for you!" I turned around and said, "Yes, I will! Definitely!" Then I walked away without looking back, thinking to myself, "This woman's oral skills are amazing! 100 yuan really isn't much! Just oral sex feels better than sex." Suddenly, I remembered a term often used in adult films. Yeah, was the oral sex my aunt just gave me the legendary "Fivefold Ice and Fire" technique? Whether it was or not, I had already tasted the sweetness of this technique. I thought to myself, when can I use this technique on my second aunt? Let her experience a good, painful ordeal too.

Thinking this, I quickened my pace. I had just checked my watch, and it was time for school to let out each evening. I needed to get home on time to avoid being discovered by my second uncle and aunt...

I rode my bicycle home, feeling a huge weight lifted off my shoulders. I couldn't feel more relaxed and carefree than I did then. All the unpleasantness of the day had vanished instantly. But let me clarify, I didn't go out to find a prostitute to get revenge on my second aunt. It was just to find some solace for myself. When someone is heartbroken, the timely appearance of the right woman can always give them the courage and strength to start over. So, although I had just given myself to that aunt, I now missed my second aunt even more. I missed her voice, her gentleness, and of course, her body.

Just as I was thinking about my second aunt, I suddenly felt a sharp pain in my genitals. Perhaps it was from the intense stimulation when my aunt was playing with me like that earlier, I thought. But then a terrible thought flashed through my mind: could I have contracted some kind of STD? A cold sweat ran down my back as I regretted my impulsive decision to go to a prostitute without considering the consequences. How could I have made such a rash decision? My second aunt and I had agreed to be each other's sex partners, and my uncle's return was only temporary. After he left, I could do whatever I wanted with my second aunt. I didn't need to find another partner, did I? Then I thought back carefully: could I really have contracted some kind of STD? Regarding sexual knowledge, I know that sexually transmitted diseases like AIDS are transmitted through bodily fluids such as breast milk, urine, saliva, semen, and vaginal secretions. Since I didn't have sexual intercourse with that woman, vaginal secretions and urine were ruled out; she only performed oral sex on me, so saliva was a possibility! Thinking this, I was stunned, filled with despair and inner conflict. I deeply regretted my rash actions, muttering to myself, "I shouldn't have gone there! I shouldn't have gone there!"

I arrived home quickly, no longer able to think about anything else, my mind filled with anxiety about having contracted this strange disease. I exchanged a few words with them and rushed to my room, quickly unzipping my pants to examine my penis. I only saw slight redness and swelling at the coronal rim of the glans, nothing more. Was this from the woman's oral sex, or a sign of an STD? I didn't dare to be careless and thought I'd observe for a couple of days to see how it went. I'd read books about this before; if you have a sexually transmitted disease, small bumps might appear on the surface of your genitals. I decided to observe for a week. If I didn't have any adverse reactions after a week, it meant the swelling was just due

to my aunt's overly vigorous oral sex. I sat at my desk, worrying about my genitals while absentmindedly looking at my college entrance exam practice questions, when suddenly there was a knock on the door and my aunt's voice. "I'm in! I made you a cup of milk to replenish your nutrition!"

she said, pushing the door open as she entered. Hearing my aunt's actions, I smiled slightly. I knew she was doing this on purpose, to make sure my uncle wouldn't suspect anything. Ever since my relationship with my aunt had become so intimate, she always just pushed the door open when entering my bedroom—no need for all these complicated formalities. My second aunt came in and closed the door. She was dressed rather conservatively today, not yet in her pajamas, just a t-shirt and knee-length skirt. Our eyes met; though there was a burning passion, it wasn't appropriate to show it. She came over, placed the milk on my desk, and seeing the homework I'd finished, said, "You're working very hard! What a good child! Drink this while it's hot!" I said, "Yes, thank you, Auntie." Then I leaned close to her ear and whispered, "Auntie, I missed you!" She whispered back, "I know how you feel, but remember our promise. Also, I have to tell you, your second uncle said he's leaving the day after tomorrow!" Hearing this, I was overjoyed. I grabbed her hand and called out sweetly, "Auntie!" She seemed happy too. She went behind her chair, leaned down, and hugged me from behind. I felt that familiar softness against my back—her large breasts! Then, she kissed my left cheek from behind, and at that moment I felt incredibly happy! But the instant those wet lips left my cheek, the anxiety I had just felt returned like a jarring alarm bell, ringing in my ears. Had I contracted an STD? The troubling question returned, thankfully, my aunt didn't notice the change in my expression. Watching her leave the room, my heart suddenly felt heavy.

I tried my best to remain calm and clear my chaotic thoughts. Finally, I concluded that if I were the only one with an STD, I would have to bear the consequences alone, all the pain alone. But if I couldn't control myself and infected my aunt, it would be like inflicting pain on her as well. I didn't want that to happen! I want to see my second aunt healthy and strong, and that she will always be the most beautiful. So I decided that I would rather sacrifice my own desires than let the same tragedy repeat itself on her. Thinking of this, I felt a sense of peace. I did a few more quizzes and then went to sleep…

Ring, ring… I was woken up by the familiar alarm clock. The pain in my lower body seemed to have disappeared. I lay in bed, my eyes still heavy with sleep, and pulled up my underwear to look at my penis. The scary red swelling from yesterday had disappeared. It seemed to be the result of playing with ice and fire, but the possibility of contracting an STD still couldn't be ruled out. After all, those disgusting little bumps couldn't all grow in one day; it would definitely take time to confirm.

At breakfast, my second uncle hadn't gotten up yet. It was just my second aunt and me at the table. We didn't talk much, just like usual. However, a few times, when my eyes met hers, I instinctively avoided her gaze, but I tried to act as if nothing was wrong.

My second uncle is leaving tomorrow, and it'll just be her and me at home. What should I do if we get intimate? How can I refuse her without letting her find out my secret? If I hadn't gone to the prostitute yesterday, I could probably do anything smoothly tomorrow, but this unexpected situation forced me to change my plans. I'm now focused on how to deal with my aunt.

After school, I walked upstairs with my head down and heavy steps. Today is the day my second uncle leaves; I should be excited, but today feels like a disaster, leaving me listless. I knocked twice when I got home, and the door opened abruptly. My aunt, hands on the doorframe, said cheerfully, "You're back!"

A slight smile played on her lips, making her look like a cute little girl. I forced myself to be enthusiastic and went inside, only to find my aunt wrapped in a bathrobe opening the door for me. Seeing my strange look, she said, "I just took a shower, I just finished!"

I noticed how sexy my aunt looked wrapped in her white bathrobe! The top of her robe barely covered her nipples, revealing a glimpse of her pink areolas, making one yearn to see the full view of that tiny iceberg! The bottom was so short it only reached her upper thighs. With every step she took, the hem of her bathrobe swayed from side to side, revealing her alluring pink panties. The pink of the panties was a pure, creamy pink, looking incredibly appetizing, making one want to devour her immediately. Looking at my sexy aunt, my lower body instantly became erect, and lust burned within me. I put down my backpack, approached her, put my arms around her waist, and said, "You look so beautiful tonight!" My aunt blushed, raised her hand, and began to caress the muscles of my chest, saying, "Do you want me tonight? If you do, I'll definitely give it to you!" This suddenly reminded me, so I reached out and pulled down her bathrobe. It was loosely tied, and with a gentle tug, it fell to the floor. My aunt's pert breasts came into view. I used my right hand to rub her right breast, occasionally touching her nipple. She closed her eyes, enjoying the pleasure. Soon, she grabbed my left hand with her right and placed it on her left breast. Now, I had both hands on her breasts—big and soft, a wonderful feel. She became increasingly aroused, slowly moaning softly, "So good, so comfortable, come and fuck me! My little sister down there can't wait!" At this point, simple breast massage no longer seemed to work for her. She grabbed my left hand and pulled it down, placing it near her lower abdomen. I understood and slipped my hand inside her pink panties, tracing down her pubic hair until I felt her clitoris hardening. Further down were her labia and vulva. Her lower body was already soaking wet, the fluid from her vagina clinging to her pink panties. I became excited, my whole body burning with desire. Seeing the slightly damp panties, I felt even more that her vulva was overflowing with juices, so I hurriedly pulled down my aunt's panties, wanting to insert my fingers into that juicy jar of juices.

But then, my aunt's seemingly crazy action instantly calmed me down. She was sticking out her little tongue and bringing it close to my mouth, saying, "Kiss me, kiss me now!" If I accepted her kiss, the next thing to happen would be an exchange of bodily fluids! Although we had physical contact earlier, I had only used my hands, it was skin-to-skin contact, and my bodily fluids hadn't come into contact with her body, so she wouldn't get my STD. But now she wanted me to kiss her, which was crossing a line! So when her lips were about to touch mine, I pulled away and stopped all my hand movements. Because my face was turned to the right, she kissed my left cheek. She suddenly realized something was wrong, realized something was amiss, opened her eyes, looked at me standing there dumbfounded, and asked, bewildered, "What's wrong with you?"

I didn't dare look my aunt in the eye, looking away, and stammered, "Well, it's because I was too tired from studying all day, I'm feeling a little unwell." Hearing this, my second aunt breathed a sigh of relief, her expression immediately returning to its previous warmth. She rushed into my arms, burying her head in my shoulder, pressing her large breasts against my chest, and said, "But you have me, don't you?

I'll help you relax." As she spoke, her lovely pink tongue once again reached for my lips. I rationally maintained my composure, trying not to let lust consume my soul. Although I was burning with desire, this time I dodged her kiss and simply pushed her away from my embrace.

My second aunt seemed never to have expected me to do such a thing. She stood there dumbfounded, looking at me with a face full of confusion, like a child who had done something wrong, very vulnerable, but not knowing what she had done wrong. I saw countless question marks on her face. At that moment, I couldn't say anything. My only thought was to ensure that during my observation period for my illness, I kept my distance from my second aunt and avoided intimate physical contact. After all, I didn't want the woman I loved so deeply to also contract this strange disease. I rejected her because I loved her!

My second aunt, however, had no idea what I was up to. Her face was full of questions. Seeing my calm expression, she seemed to understand something, and her expression darkened. She picked up her bathrobe from the floor, wrapped it around herself again, and ran back to her room.

The atmosphere in the room instantly became icy, as cold as the Arctic winter, making me very uncomfortable. But I was doing it all for her own good. My second aunt didn't know that I had gone to see a prostitute the night before. Although she might misunderstand me now, I knew I absolutely couldn't tell her about it.

I picked up my schoolbag from the floor and went back to my room. I closed the door and quietly thought about it. I realized that if I wanted to return to my previous relationship with my aunt, I could only do so after the one-week observation period, and only after I was sure I hadn't contracted any STDs. Before that, I didn't think I would act rashly. Thinking about it, yesterday and today had passed, so there were only five days left. I told myself, just bear with it a little longer, just five more days and I could enjoy intimacy with my aunt again. But until then, my only solution might be masturbation.

While caressing my aunt earlier, my penis was already incredibly hard, and it desperately needed release. The scent of her freshly bathed body still seemed to linger around me, and memories of our past lovemaking flashed through my mind. Thinking of her intense need for me, her seductive allure, my penis immediately hardened again. I grasped it and quickened my stroking…

The next day, aside from preparing breakfast and tidying the house as usual, she ignored me. She wouldn't speak to me. When I tried to talk to her, she would only give a brief reply and then fall silent. I knew she was angry with me; my sudden actions yesterday seemed to have hurt her deeply. Although I realized she was putting on a show for me, I didn't show it too much. I told myself, "Five more days, hang in there." Seeing my nonchalant attitude seemed to make her even angrier. At home, she dressed herself up more sexily and glamorously than ever before. She even went shopping and bought several new pieces of sexy lingerie. When we were alone at home, she would wear those new lingerie. I saw all of this. My aunt was seducing me. She didn't believe I wouldn't be tempted. She probably hoped I would suddenly hug her, tear off all her clothes, and have a passionate lovemaking session. But she had no idea what I was thinking. Looking at the lace and openwork of those lingerie, I really thought my aunt looked incredibly sexy and feminine. My heart fluttered. Every time my aunt raised her buttocks, and I could see the hidden dark forest below through the gap in her lace panties, I could almost feel the moist warmth deep within the forest. How I longed for the long-lost nourishment of that fleshy cave! But I tried hard to control myself and not let myself lose myself.

Seeing that none of my efforts seemed to work, my aunt gradually became disheartened. However, we were still in a cold war, neither of us wanting to be the first to touch the other.

It was another long weekend, a day off for both of us. My aunt was off too, and we were both leisurely staying home. She was eating fruit and watching TV in the living room—another Korean drama—while I was shaving in the bathroom. My beard hadn't been trimmed in a long time, so it was taking me a lot of effort; it had been almost half an hour since I started. Just as I was carefully trimming my chin, I suddenly heard my aunt's urgent knocking on the door. "What are you doing in there for so long? Open the door quickly, I can't hold it in anymore!" It seemed my second aunt had eaten too much fruit. Thinking this, I opened the bathroom door and saw her covering her lower body with her right hand. She must have been really holding it in. When she saw me open the door, she didn't care whether I was there or not, and went straight to the toilet. She quickly took off her pretty lace-patterned underwear and squatted down. I had never seen a woman urinate in front of me before. Of course, I had seen little girls who were two or three years old and couldn't talk yet urinate, but I had never seen an adult woman urinate. Adults go to the women's restroom, and men are not allowed to enter the women's restroom. So, a woman urinating should be a highly confidential matter for me. I felt that there seemed to be some kind of unfairness in this regard. Women generally have a much greater chance of seeing men urinate, maybe on the street, maybe in movies or on TV, maybe at home. But men have a pitifully small chance of seeing women urinate, unless they go to the women's restroom. Otherwise, it's really like a pie falling from the sky.

Shh, whoosh... Auntie seemed to have been holding it in for a long time. Just as she urinated, she let out a relieved cry, "Ah..."

From the gushing sound of the water, you could tell that the stream of water must have been very thick and fast. A woman's stream of urine seems to be thicker than a man's. If a man's stream of urine is like flowing from a water gun, then a woman's stream of urine is like flowing from a tap. I listened intently to the sound of my second aunt urinating, imagining what it looked like when she urinated. Suddenly, I felt a surge of curiosity and an urge to watch. I put down my razor and turned to look at my second aunt, who was sitting on the toilet with her head down. The sound of the water stopped; she had finished urinating. Just as she was about to stand up and put on her underwear, she looked up and saw me staring intently at her crotch. Seeing my burning gaze, my second aunt suddenly lowered her hand from her underwear, leaving it hanging at her knees. She reached for some toilet paper, tore off a small amount, and reached between her thighs. She smeared a little urine on her wet, still-dripping vulva—a very sexy and alluring smear, the movement filled with infinite tenderness. Through my second aunt's performance, it seemed that urination was not an ugly or shameful thing, but rather something beautiful, like art!

As my second aunt stood up, the urine in the toilet began to evaporate. The smell of a woman's urine is different from a man's; it's more pungent and seems to contain the scent of female hormones. This immediately aroused me, a male, making my penis hard and my blood boil. My hand unconsciously reached towards my second aunt's genitals...

My hand slowly reached towards my second aunt's genitals, stealing a glance at her. When she saw my hand approaching, her eyes filled with boundless hope. That burning gaze told me of her immediate need, and she instinctively arched her genitals to cooperate, allowing me a clearer view. The bathroom still reeked of a strong, pungent smell of urine. I hadn't touched my second aunt's body in a long time, and this intense odor made me lose control of my reason. My second aunt's every move seemed to be a plea: "Come on, touch me! Don't stop!" Suddenly, I found my second aunt incredibly cute, and this feeling filled me with a deep sense of guilt. No, absolutely not! I mustn't act rashly until I see the results in five days!

Thinking of this, I started to pull my hand back…

Seeing this, my second aunt's eyes instantly turned to anger. She stepped forward, grabbed my collar, and shoved me against the sink counter, stepping on it with her left foot. She glared at me fiercely and said, “What are you doing? I sensed something was off about you the other day. You've changed, you know that? Why did you run away when we were together that day? Ha, you're starting to dislike me now?

Are you going to abandon me?” Hearing my second aunt say this, I was stunned. How could she think that? I had absolutely no intention of leaving. My departure was only temporary; it was all for her own good. How could she not realize that? I never expected my selfishness to cause my second aunt so much pain. Seeing that my good intentions had backfired, I couldn't help but regret my impulsiveness. How could I have made such a rash decision without considering her feelings? Perhaps it wasn't too late to make amends. I quickly interrupted my second aunt's questioning, saying, "No, it's not what you think. I really feel uncomfortable..." My second aunt seemed furious and immediately interrupted me, saying, "Who would believe such an absurd lie? If you're uncomfortable, why were you reacting so well just now? Are you deliberately trying to hurt me? You want to embarrass me so I'll stay far away from you!"...

Hearing this, I felt that the misunderstanding between my second aunt and me was deepening. My lack of initiative had only plunged my second aunt into deeper suffering. Now, the observation period and the STDs no longer seemed important. If my actions could make my second aunt feel better and help her rediscover her happiness, then I would consider it all worthwhile.

Thinking of this, I quickly pressed my lips to those of my second aunt, who was still full of complaints. Instantly, the entire bathroom fell silent. We stopped arguing. My second aunt, sensing my body temperature, readily accepted my kiss. Our familiar bodies, separated for so long and longing for each other, ignited passion instantly. Our tongues intertwined, and a passionate kiss began.

Because we knew each other so well, everything progressed so naturally, like a retired basketball player easily regaining the dominance of his championship days. We kissed deeply for about ten minutes, until we felt a little breathless, and then we separated. I opened my eyes and looked at my second aunt. She seemed to have calmed down considerably. If her temper before was like an angry little lioness, now she was like a docile little lamb.

The argument we just had only intensified my love for her, and I wanted to cherish her even more, to protect her from further harm. I grabbed my aunt's shoulders and said, "I was wrong before, I was wrong, but I will never do anything so foolish again. I love you!" My aunt wrapped her arms around my head and hugged me. She no longer rejected my love, but wholeheartedly enjoyed and savored this feeling of being loved.

The pungent smell in the bathroom lingered, its suffocating odor constantly stimulating my sensitive nerves and drawing my attention to my aunt's genitals. She remained in the same position, her left foot on the sink counter, her right on the floor, exposing her genitals to me in maximum exposure. Her split-leg pose was incredibly sexy, and I couldn't resist touching it. The familiar pubic hair, the familiar pink labia, the edges still glistening with urine from where she had urinated—I eagerly wiped away the droplets with my fingers. Then my gaze lingered on the long-missed labia. My aunt's labia were my favorite part to caress—delicate, smooth. The opening was already soaked, the nectar making the labia even more tender. I wanted to devour them! Just as I was about to kiss those lovely labia, my aunt patted my chest and said, "It's not comfortable in the bathroom. Shall we go to the bed?" I nodded knowingly, picked up my aunt like a bride, and rushed into her and my uncle's room. There was a large double bed. I put my aunt down, thinking that this was where my uncle and aunt usually made love. And now, my aunt was beneath me, which felt incredibly exciting. Looking at the soft, large double bed, I felt that making love with my aunt here would be very enjoyable and fulfilling.

Just as I was about to enjoy our lovemaking, I looked up and suddenly saw a large wedding anniversary photo of my uncle and aunt hanging on the wall above the double bed...

In the photo, my aunt was wearing a white wedding dress, very beautiful, and my uncle was wearing a black suit. My aunt's left arm was linked with my uncle's, and her head was resting on my uncle's shoulder, looking very affectionate. Their faces were filled with sweetness and happiness. My aunt saw me staring at the large photo and said with a smile, "Are you jealous!" After all the ups and downs, our relationship is quite solid now, and I'll say it without hesitation: yes, it's something to be envied!

My aunt sat up, gave me a long kiss, and said, "I love you too! You'll always be my little silly girl.

The other day, you ignored me, and I thought I'd lost you. I regretted not telling you I loved you then. I hope it's not too late. Tell me, my little silly girl, is it too late to say it now?"

I grabbed her hand. Her words had deeply moved me. I felt my efforts hadn't been in vain; everything had been rewarded. I had finally found true love. I said, "I love you too, and that will never change." We kissed again, and then my aunt took my hand and placed it on her genitals. Her vulva was already very wet, with a lot of vaginal fluid flowing out. I stroked her labia minora, gently rubbing them up and down. After a while, it seemed that just using my hand was no longer enough to satisfy my longing for my aunt's secret garden, so I turned around, spread my aunt's thighs, and her vulva was fully exposed. I buried my head between her two long, slender thighs, held her thighs with my hands, and licked my aunt's wet vulva with my tongue. Little piece of meat, this was my first time giving my second aunt oral sex, my first taste of her private parts. With the light touch of my tongue, she arched her back and cried out, "Oh, it's so itchy, so itchy..." Her wanton cries strongly stimulated me, making me increase the pressure of my tongue. She began to moan, "Ah, so good, so good, bite me, bite me..." It seemed oral sex was very pleasurable for her. Seeing her so satisfied, I couldn't help but want to show my best self. I tried hard to recall... The way the man performed oral sex on the actress in the film seemed to emphasize clitoral stimulation. Thinking this, I moved my tongue upwards. There was a small, tubular piece of tender flesh there; that must be the clitoris. The base of the tubular flesh was swollen, making the tube round—a sign of my aunt's sexual arousal. However, there was still a small opening near the frenulum of the clitoris, indicating that the clitoris wasn't fully exposed. A strongly stimulated clitoris should expose the clitoral glans, which is somewhat similar in shape to the glans penis. The clitoral glans can be considered a woman's erogenous zone; stimulating it would bring her unprecedented pleasure.

I licked the small opening at the bottom of the tubular opening with my tongue. Although the clitoral glans hadn't yet emerged, that area was still very sensitive. With just a light touch of my tongue, my second aunt started grabbing the bedsheets, twisting her body, and letting out a long scream, "Ah..." Then she arched her back, seemingly to get closer to my tongue so I could penetrate deeper. Knowing that my second aunt was enjoying this, I gained confidence and increased the intensity, circling the tubular flesh with my tongue. Under my stimulation, it gradually hardened, and soon it stood erect, like a penis, and the clitoral glans emerged. Later, I realized that the tubular flesh outside the clitoral glans resembled a foreskin, only covering the clitoral glans. Normally, you can't see the clitoral glans; my second aunt's clitoris was a slightly reddish-white, clearly due to being covered by the outer skin day and night, without much pigmentation, more like a pale face that never sees the sun.

As soon as her clitoris emerged, I began to suck on it with my mouth. My aunt clearly couldn't handle the stimulation and writhed violently, soon becoming drenched in sweat, repeatedly saying, "I can't take it anymore, it's coming, it's coming, I'm suffocating..."

Hearing her cries, I assumed she was about to climax, so this trick seemed effective, bringing her to orgasm so easily. I moved my tongue away and started using my hands. I first dipped a little honey on the rim of her vulva as lubricant, then pinched her taut clitoris with my index finger and thumb, and began to rub it rapidly. My aunt cried out even louder, writhing more violently, shouting, "I can't take it anymore, I'm peeing, I'm peeing..." In the

blink of an eye, a stream of pale yellow liquid gushed out from a small hole above her vulva. That small hole must have been my aunt's... My aunt urinated, and the stream of urine shot very high. At first, I thought she was having an orgasm, but then I heard her say she had urinated, and I realized it was her urine. But it was too late; I couldn't dodge in time, and the urine shot onto my face and then splashed all over my body. It seems the fruit she had eaten earlier had upset her; she urinated for a full half minute. I saw the stream of urine come out from the middle of her vulva, shooting out at a 45-degree angle upwards, drawing a beautiful parabola in the air before falling back down. The stream of urine gradually weakened, slowly losing its pressure and finally settling on my aunt's vulva. Her genitals were drenched by her own urine, and I was also drenched by it. The bed was soaked, the blankets and sheets were all wet. It seems my aunt's little outburst was quite powerful this time!

The bedroom was filled with the smell of a woman's urine, that same pungent, erotic scent that instantly aroused me. With urine still dripping from my face, I stuck out my tongue and licked it. It was indeed a strong, pungent odor. The urine, fresh from my aunt's body, was still slightly warm. Sensing my aunt's bodily fluids so closely—something from her body—filled me with excitement. Her urine didn't repel me; instead, it made me want to drink it. I saw that her genitals were already soaked, so I stuck out my tongue and kissed her wet vulva passionately. My aunt seemed somewhat exhausted from the intense stimulation. As I sucked on her vulva, she only moaned softly; she was probably tired. The strong, pungent smell repeatedly assaulted my olfactory and gustatory nerves, stimulating... My sexual nerves surged to the peak of excitement, my penis stood erect, and I felt an urgent need for a vaginal opening to relieve the burning sensation. Without even wiping away the remaining urine on either of us, I parted my aunt's legs, took my penis, and knelt before her, searching for an outlet. I dipped my penis in a little of the vaginal fluid, and with a downward swipe, it smoothly entered my aunt's body. Instantly, I felt the warmth within her…

My aunt, sensing my entry, became aroused. She grabbed my buttocks, making our penetration even tighter. Then, she began to contract her vagina forcefully, my penis being tightly gripped and pulled deeper into her vagina. Our eyes met, and she looked at me tenderly, saying, "Come on, let's get started!" I nodded, and my body began to sway back and forth. My lower body collided with hers, making a "slap, slap" sound. We began our passionate intercourse, a tender embrace. On this soft and comfortable double bed, we changed positions and movements, including my favorite: my aunt riding on top of me. She sat on my penis, moving up and down, back and forth. I felt intensely being fucked, being pleasured by a mature woman nearing 40. Her strong need for me made me feel so happy, so very happy…

In the days that followed, whenever either of us needed to, we would exchange a glance and then release our primal desires on each other's bodies. During this time, I didn't neglect my studies. I felt very relaxed since maintaining this sexual relationship with my aunt. I had a newfound drive in both my studies and life, a drive I never had before. I began to reflect on things related to marriage. Yes, a good sex life is a source of health and vitality, a cornerstone of success! In the June college entrance examination, I achieved outstanding results and was admitted to a prestigious university in Shanghai.

All my family members congratulated me; they were all proud and happy for me. But one person was the most disappointed at this moment: my second aunt. Yes, I was going to university, leaving my aunt's home, leaving this city, which meant that our unspoken relationship was about to end. Although going to Shanghai meant leaving my aunt, this was one of the most important events in my life. Although the separation would bring many regrets, it was unavoidable. Thankfully, I didn't contract any sexually transmitted diseases; all my previous worries and anxieties were unnecessary.

In college, I met a girlfriend. I won her over with my extraordinary charm; she's a senior, 25 years old, five years older than me. You might think I'm dating her because I can't forget my aunt, but let me tell you, that's not it. Although I once loved my aunt, some things in life are impossible. Having gone to college, I've gradually come to terms with those things. After all, I want a normal family in the future, and a relationship with my aunt is clearly not feasible. I love my current girlfriend very much. Our friendship isn't because she resembles my aunt, but because she's mature and caring. These days, relationships between older women and younger men are popular. Sexually

, we go to hotels whenever we need to. We don't go very often, about three times every two weeks, but we always enjoy ourselves. I truly love my girlfriend, and if possible, I want to build a family with her and spend my life together!

Now that school is on summer vacation, I'm bored at home. I'm no longer as stressed as I was before the college entrance exam; every day is relaxed and leisurely.

One afternoon, I was at home watching TV and texting my girlfriend when the phone rang. I picked up the receiver and said, "Hello, who is this?" Instantly, a familiar voice entered my ears: "You're back! It's your second aunt!"

My heart pounded. I hadn't contacted her in a long time; this was the first time I'd spoken to her since returning from university. I said, "Ah, Second Aunt, I've only been back a few days. How are you doing?" She said, "Yes, I'm doing well. Actually, I've missed you a lot since you left. Do you miss me?"

I understood what she meant. Although I had a girlfriend in university, sometimes when I felt sad or lonely, I would think of my second aunt. I said, "Yes, of course I missed you." She said, "Do you want to see me?

Your second uncle isn't home. Come over for dinner tonight. What would you like to eat? I'll go buy groceries in a bit!"

My second aunt was inviting me; the meal was just foreplay. The real excitement might come after dinner. I'd been thinking about my second aunt's health for so long, how could I refuse? I said, "Okay, I'll be over in a bit. I want to eat the sweet and sour fish my second aunt makes!"

Hearing this, my second aunt laughed and said, "Silly boy, you haven't changed at all! Come on over, I'm waiting for you!"

We hung up the phone, and I went to the bathroom to freshen up and changed into a new outfit, thinking I wanted to show my aunt my best self. After saying goodbye to my parents, I went downstairs, hailed a taxi, and headed towards my aunt's house… (The End)

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