My Aunt and I's Two Days and Three Nights

This year, during the long May Day holiday, I went home. As usual, I visited relatives and friends. When I arrived at my aunt's house, only she was home. It turned out that my uncle had taken my cousin on a trip, and my aunt hadn't gone because she wasn't feeling well.

As always, my aunt warmly welcomed me, serving me tea and water and peeling fruit. I felt a little awkward because I often fantasize about her, and this time, being alone with her made me feel uncomfortable. My aunt, however, didn't seem to mind; she treated me like a nephew. My aunt was usually wearing a black skirt and a red short-sleeved crew neck shirt at home, but after I arrived, she went to her room and changed into red pajama bottoms. She kept urging me to eat fruit, and I politely complied. I hadn't expected that, having rarely been home, I would feel so distant from my dearest aunt. Just then, my aunt bent down to peel fruit for me, and her breasts were immediately exposed—two snow-white mounds and a deep cleavage were revealed through her bra, and my penis suddenly became erect. My aunt then knelt down to peel fruit for me, her open neckline continuing to reveal her cleavage. I stole glances, my heart pounding, and I couldn't help but swallow hard. Afraid she'd see, I only glanced a few times before pretending to look elsewhere. Just then, my aunt seemed to notice something. She pulled her collar up, gave me the peeled fruit, and then turned on the TV for me. She said, "You watch TV, I'm going to rest for a bit. We'll have dinner here. Don't go home tonight; your uncle and his family are out having fun, the rooms are empty. Stay here for the night." I casually hummed in agreement, my mind wandering, fantasizing about my aunt's body, especially her two white breasts from earlier.

My aunt went into her room, and I peeked in; she hadn't closed the door. After about ten minutes, seeing no movement from her room, my lust intensified. I quietly walked to the balcony. My aunt's clothes were hanging out to dry, including her underwear and bra. My eyes widened at the sight. I first took a few pictures of the bra with my phone, then grabbed it and started rubbing and licking it, as if I were caressing and licking my aunt's full breasts. The purple lace bra looked to be a large cup size, and its size and color were very arousing to men. I left saliva on it, so that the next time my aunt wore it, we would indirectly have an intimate relationship. Even if we couldn't actually have sex, I could still have a sexual relationship with her in my mind. I also quickly rubbed my penis, but didn't ejaculate, afraid of the mess.

After another ten minutes or so, I really couldn't concentrate on watching TV, so I tiptoed to my aunt's bedroom door. I listened; it was quiet. I slowly went in and saw my aunt on the bed. She was lying on her back, without a blanket. I was tormented by lust, so I don't know where I got the courage, but I secretly walked up to her and sat on the edge of the bed. My heart was pounding. My aunt's chest rose and fell gently—this was the beautiful body I had longed for for eight or nine years! Should I give up this opportunity? If I did, I might never have another chance. My mind was in turmoil, but my hand trembled as I reached for my aunt's breasts. I touched them lightly, just gently placing them on top, feeling the shape of their protrusions, but my penis was already engorged with blood.

I moved closer to my aunt's face, gently inhaling her lips and neck. My aunt was so beautiful. I wanted to press myself against her, tear off her clothes, make love to her wildly, thrust forcefully into her vagina, and then release all my years of longing for her into my uterus with a frenzied ejaculation. But I didn't dare. I didn't even have the courage to kiss her. I reached my right hand to my crotch, grabbed my penis, and started rubbing it. Even if we couldn't have sex, just being able to ejaculate so close to my aunt was enough to satisfy me. Even through her pants, the pleasure was still intense. I rubbed it for only a few seconds before my aunt suddenly opened her eyes. My mind went blank, and I froze, but quickly stammered, "Aunt, you...you're not covered...by the blanket, I..." I then pointed to the computer in the room and said, "I came over...to play on the computer."

My aunt nodded thoughtfully and said, "Oh, go ahead and turn it on, but don't play for too long, it's bad for your eyes."

I nodded, my legs trembling slightly as I turned on the computer.

My aunt rolled over, turning her face away. I breathed a sigh of relief, feeling like I'd fallen from heaven to hell. My aunt must have discovered my misconduct. I felt frustrated and intensely guilty, and had no desire to go online.

Finally, dinner arrived. My aunt was busy in the kitchen, and I, still embarrassed by what had happened that afternoon, didn't dare go in to help. "

Dinner's ready," my aunt called.

At the dinner table, I only chatted with my aunt about recent events. "Your uncle opened a bottle of wine the day before yesterday, have some," she said, pouring me a large glass. "Actually, wine has antioxidants and is good for beauty, Aunt, you should have some too," I said. My aunt hesitated for half a second, then poured herself about eight-tenths full. Savoring the fine wine, I surprisingly forgot all my worries. Perhaps it was the euphoria from the alcohol, but my conversation with my aunt became more frequent. We shared a few interesting stories, and I felt as if I had returned to my teenage years, innocently eating and playing at my aunt's house.

But as time passed, I had grown into a young man with normal sexual needs, while my aunt had entered an age of heightened desire. However, the thin veil of blood ties separated us like a mountain, keeping me, tormented by desire, hundreds of miles away from my aunt.

After dinner, it was past eight o'clock. I took a shower, watched TV, and chatted. My eyes darted around, not daring to make eye contact with my aunt for long, but I still harbored improper thoughts. Our conversation drifted to palmistry, and my aunt leaned close, took my hand, and began to read it. She spoke with great expertise, but I didn't understand what she was saying. Pretending to be knowledgeable, I took her hand and examined it myself. The fragrance emanating from her body filled my senses, making me feel both peaceful and uneasy.

After watching a TV series, it was past ten o'clock when my aunt said she was tired and wanted to go to sleep. Just then, the wind picked up outside, a menacing gust of wind threatening rain. "

Go to sleep early," my aunt said before going to her room. I listened intently as she closed the door, but it seemed she hadn't locked it. A strange excitement welled up inside me. I watched TV for another ten minutes or so, though I don't remember what it was about. I turned off the light and lay down in the guest room.

But how could I possibly fall asleep?!

The wind rustled the plants on the balcony, and soon it started to rain, accompanied by lightning and thunder. I thought of scenes from adult novels set in such weather, and I tossed and turned even more restlessly. This was a once-in-a-lifetime opportunity. My uncle would be back in a few days, and then I'd never have another chance. Should I?! My desire was burning so intensely that I was almost unbearable. Finally, I steeled myself, got up, and timidly walked to my aunt's door. I didn't know what I was going to do; I just wanted to get closer to her. I hadn't even considered making love to her. My mind was a complete mess.

I slowly turned the lock, but it wasn't locked. I quietly pushed the door open and went back to my aunt.

"Aunt," I called softly. My aunt wasn't asleep. She mumbled a reply, "Hmm, what's wrong?"

I don't know where my intelligence came from, but I blurted out, "It's so windy over there, and the balcony is so noisy. I want to sleep here

, okay?" There was a sudden, two-second pause. "Hmm, come on over." My aunt moved closer.

I couldn't believe it, but my heart pounded again. The afternoon's frustration and embarrassment vanished. Like I'd received a royal decree, I clumsily and eagerly climbed onto the bed. This is the bed where my uncle used my aunt's body. The two of them made love on this bed. For a moment, I imagined my aunt moaning beneath my uncle, and my uncle's dazed state after ejaculating into her vagina. I began to envy my uncle, and even wished he would never appear again.

The thunderstorm outside continued unabated. For about half an hour, I didn't dare to move. I knew what I was about to do; I was stepping into the incestuous world of my dreams.

I turned to my aunt; she was still lying on her back, seemingly asleep. I gently nudged her feet with mine, and they twitched reflexively. I almost had the guts of a leopard, so I moved closer to her. After a moment's effort, I was pressed against her body. I gently placed my right hand on her stomach, stroking it like a child drawing. At that moment, I clearly heard my aunt swallow hard! This was a sign of sexual arousal and tension! Several of my previous girlfriends had done the same; the first time they lay in bed with me, letting me do whatever I wanted, they also swallowed nervously and excitedly, their breathing becoming heavier. My aunt's swallow revealed her unease and helplessness; perhaps she wanted to stop me, but didn't know how. I didn't care about any of that; I just wanted to take it further, further! Just further, no matter how far! Even if she stopped me now, it would be enough. My lust for my aunt also contained a kind of love, an illicit love for a beautiful woman.

Then, I found the light switch by the bedside, turned on the floor lamp in the corner at the foot of the bed, and dimmed the light to its lowest setting. In the dim light, I could admire my aunt's beauty. The faint light concealed her mature figure, making her look like a stunningly beautiful thirty-year-old woman.

I touched her stomach for a while, then my hand naturally moved upwards, slowly reaching her breasts. Those two high, firm breasts held countless dreams of mine. My hands rested on them, feeling an intense sense of happiness. Afraid of moving too fast and incurring my aunt's wrath, I stopped my hand on her breasts, then half-embraced her, and we lay there like that. Although my aunt's eyes were closed, her frequent swallowing and racing heart betrayed her.

She never imagined her nephew would do such a thing, but now she didn't know what to do.

After a while, I slipped my hand inside her clothes near her navel, first touching her waist. There wasn't an ounce of fat; I'd always assumed my aunt would have a little, but now I was quite surprised to see it. Our illicit affair was almost crossing the line, but my aunt remained motionless. My hand trembled noticeably. I reached for her breasts, one of her most private areas, and quickly touched her bra. The bra fully encased her breasts, unlike my previous girlfriends who weren't fully developed. My aunt's body was truly mature, far beyond what a woman in her twenties could possess. The fullness was quite pleasant to touch, and I wasn't content with just touching the bra. I quickly slipped my hand inside and immediately pinched her erect nipples. At that moment, my aunt gently shifted her body. I took the opportunity to slip my left hand under her pillow and pull her into my arms. She felt like my new girlfriend, waiting for me to conquer her. I didn't know the consequences. Right now, my aunt and I were just a lustful man and a bewildered woman, able to temporarily forget everything and passionately engage in sexual intercourse.

I gently moved closer to her face, first tenderly smelling and touching her neck and hair with my lips, then pressing them to hers and gently kissing her. My aunt gasped, just like when I first kissed my girlfriend. After a few kisses, she slowly opened her lips, and I seized the opportunity to slip my tongue inside, sucking hard, our saliva mingling together. But my aunt didn't take the initiative; she simply let me kiss her. My lust grew stronger, and I reached my right hand down to her genitals, pressing it against her soft triangle. My aunt grabbed my hand, preventing me from touching her lower body, so I withdrew it and instead reached for her breasts, rubbing them. My aunt's breathing grew heavier, and seeing an opportunity, I reached for her vulva again. She grabbed it again, but this time very gently. I gently freed myself and began rubbing her vulva with my middle three fingers. My aunt's legs began to writhe, and I knew the moment had come. I quickly pulled my right hand back, pulled off my shorts and underwear, and then lay on top of my aunt. She groaned and turned her face to the side. I breathed heavily, focused solely on penetrating her quickly—just penetration, I didn't care about anything else! I pulled down my aunt's pajama bottoms and underwear, then pressed myself against her and kissed her. My engorged penis was already pressed against her vulva. Her pubic hair was soaking wet. True to her reputation as a mature woman with a strong sex drive, my aunt's body writhed even more violently. Her lower body seemed to be trying to avoid my glans, but not by much. I easily pressed against her vaginal opening again, my penis parting her labia. With a thrust of my hips, my entire penis slid inside. My aunt's brow furrowed slightly, showing the expression unique to women being penetrated. My penis was immersed in my aunt's vagina, feeling the warmth of her embrace. At that moment, I was the luckiest and happiest person in the world!

Perhaps because it was so rare, I didn't thrust for a moment, just lay on top of her kissing her, feeling her warmth below. My aunt's vagina was like my girlfriend of two years—not very tight, after all, she had been penetrated many times. Although not tight, it was extremely warm, and I could penetrate her quickly, and the thrusting could last longer.

At that moment, I longed to stay in this moment forever, tightly intertwined with my aunt, never to be separated.

After a few minutes, I felt my penis harden slightly, so I began to thrust gently. My aunt's eyes remained closed, but with each thrust, she opened her lips and began to moan softly. My long-held dream had finally come true, and so quickly and smoothly. I almost doubted if I was dreaming, but the real pleasure surged with each thrust, and I knew it wasn't a dream.

Because I was in such a hurry to penetrate, my aunt's top wasn't off yet, but this was a different kind of pleasure than thrusting into her completely naked. After a while, I took off my own top, and then took off my aunt's. Because I was thrusting and undressing at the same time, my aunt was completely disoriented. Soon, her top and bra were off. That black lace bra was my favorite, and the panties I had hastily taken off earlier also seemed to be black lace—it was a set. My aunt not only captivated me with her beauty, but even her clothing style was exactly what I liked. My aunt was now completely naked, her large breasts a sight to behold. I marveled at her beautiful body, pressing my entire body against hers, my lower body thrusting in and out repeatedly. I longed to become one with her. Her moans grew slightly louder, and a hint of sexual arousal and pain began to appear on her face. My

penis moved in and out of her vagina like a pile driver. I was immersed in the intense pleasure of intercourse, watching the woman I had longed for moan and writhe beneath me. I felt a growing urge to ejaculate, so I paused briefly, kissed my aunt, and softly called out, "Aunt." At that moment, my aunt slightly opened her eyes, as if drunk. She looked at me for a few seconds before turning her head away, her face expressionless. I didn't know her state of mind, but during intercourse, when pleasure overwhelms a man and woman, they don't think about much else. I imagine, in my aunt's mind, only the boundless pleasure of being penetrated by my penis was on her mind.

My aunt's snow-white neck exuded a faint fragrance. I kissed her perfect earlobe, breathing softly as I said, "Aunt, I love you." Then I began thrusting rapidly again. My aunt gasped at the sudden thrusting, then closed her eyes, savoring the most beautiful thing in the world: sex. Finally, the pleasure of ejaculation surged again. I wanted to stop to calm myself, but found I couldn't stop. I thrust a few more times, then let out a final groan and pressed myself against my aunt, spurting streams of hot semen deep into her vagina. I had left my mark on the body of the woman I had longed for. My aunt was mine now! After

ejaculating, I lay on my aunt's limp body, enjoying the afterglow of my orgasm. This wasn't a dream; I had indeed left my mark of love on this woman's vagina. My aunt was still panting. After a while, I withdrew my softened penis, turned off the floor lamp, and embraced my aunt. Night fell.

This year, during the long May Day holiday, I went home. As usual, I visited relatives and friends. When I arrived at my aunt's house, only my aunt was home. It turned out that my uncle had taken my cousin on a trip, and my aunt hadn't gone because she wasn't feeling well.

My aunt, as always, warmly welcomed me, serving me tea and water and peeling fruit. I felt a little awkward because I often fantasized about her, and this time, being alone with her made me feel uncomfortable. My aunt, however, didn't seem to mind; she treated me like a nephew. At home, she usually wore a black skirt and a red short-sleeved crew neck shirt, but after I arrived, she went to her room and changed into red pajama bottoms. She kept urging me to eat fruit, and I politely complied. Surprisingly, because I rarely go home, I felt strangely distant seeing my dearest aunt. Then, my aunt bent down to peel fruit for me, and her breasts were immediately exposed—two snow-white mounds and a deep cleavage were revealed through her bra. My penis instantly became erect. My aunt then squatted down to peel more fruit, the open neckline further revealing her cleavage. I secretly glanced at her, my heart pounding, and I couldn't help but swallow. Afraid that my aunt would see, I would steal a few glances and then pretend to look elsewhere. At this moment, my aunt seemed to notice something. She pulled up her collar, gave me some peeled fruit, and then turned on the TV for me. My aunt said, "You watch TV, I'm going to rest for a bit. We'll have dinner here. Don't go home tonight; your uncle and his family are out having fun, the rooms are empty. Stay here for the night." I casually hummed in agreement, my mind wandering, fantasizing about my aunt's body, especially her two white breasts from earlier.

My aunt went into her room, and I secretly peeked in; she hadn't closed the door. After about ten minutes, seeing no movement from her room, my lust intensified. I quietly went to the balcony. My aunt's clothes were hanging there, including her underwear and bra. My eyes widened at the sight. I first took a few pictures of the bra with my phone, then grabbed it and began to rub and lick it, as if I were rubbing and licking my aunt's full breasts. The purple lace bra, judging by its size, was probably a large cup size; its size and color were very arousing to men. I left some saliva on it, so that the next time my aunt wore it, we would indirectly have an intimate relationship. Even if we couldn't actually have sex, I could still have a spiritual sexual relationship with her. I quickly rubbed my penis, but didn't ejaculate, afraid of the mess.

After another ten minutes or so, I really couldn't concentrate on watching TV, so I tiptoed to my aunt's door, listened—it was quiet—and slowly went in. I saw my aunt on the bed, lying on her back, without a blanket. I was burning with desire, so I don't know where I got the courage, but I secretly walked up to her and sat on the edge of the bed. My heart was pounding. My aunt's chest was rising and falling slightly. This was the beautiful body I had longed for for eight or nine years! Should I give up this opportunity? If I did, I might never have another chance. My thoughts were in turmoil, but my hand trembled as I reached for my aunt's breasts. I touched them very lightly, just gently placing them on top, feeling the shape of the protrusions, but my penis was already engorged with blood.

I moved closer to my aunt's face, gently inhaling her lips and neck. My aunt was so beautiful. I really wanted to press myself against her, tear off her clothes, and make love to her wildly, thrusting forcefully into her vagina, then releasing all my years of longing for her into my uterus with a frenzied ejaculation. But I didn't dare. I didn't even have the courage to kiss her. I reached my right hand to my crotch, grabbed my penis, and started rubbing it. Even if we couldn't have sex, just being able to ejaculate so close to my aunt would be enough. Even though there were pants between us, the pleasure was still intense. I rubbed it passionately for only a few seconds when my aunt suddenly opened her eyes. My mind went blank, and I stopped moving, but I quickly and stammered, "Aunt, you...you're not covered...with a blanket. I..." I then pointed to the computer in the room and said, "I came over...to play on the computer."

My aunt nodded thoughtfully and said, "Oh, go ahead and turn it on and play, but don't play for too long, it's bad for your eyes."

I nodded, my legs trembling slightly as I turned on the computer.

My aunt turned over, her face turned inward. I breathed a sigh of relief, feeling like I'd fallen from heaven to hell. My aunt must have discovered my misbehavior. I was frustrated and intensely remorseful, and had no desire to go online.

Finally, dinner arrived. My aunt was busy in the kitchen, and I, still embarrassed by what had happened that afternoon, didn't dare help. "

Dinner's ready," my aunt called.

At the table, we only chatted briefly about recent events. "Your uncle opened a bottle of wine the other day, have some," she said, pouring me a large glass. "Actually, wine has antioxidants and is good for beauty, Aunt, you should have some too," I said. My aunt hesitated for half a second, then poured herself about eight-tenths full. Savoring the fine wine, I surprisingly forgot all my worries. Perhaps it was the euphoric effect of the alcohol, but my conversation with my aunt became more frequent. We shared a few interesting stories, and I felt as if I were back in my teens, innocently eating and playing at my aunt's house.

But as time passed, I grew into a young man with normal sexual needs, while my aunt had entered an age of heightened desire. However, the thin veil of blood ties separated us like a mountain, keeping me, tormented by lust, hundreds of miles away from her.

After dinner, it was past eight o'clock. We took a shower, watched TV, and chatted. My eyes darted around, hesitant to make eye contact with my aunt for long, yet I still harbored inappropriate thoughts. Our conversation drifted to palmistry, and my aunt leaned close, taking my hand to read it. She spoke with great expertise, but I didn't understand what she was saying. I pretended to be knowledgeable and took her hand to examine it as well. The fragrance emanating from my aunt permeated my senses, making me feel both peaceful and uncomfortable. After

watching a TV series, it was past ten o'clock when my aunt said she was tired and wanted to go to sleep. At that moment, the wind picked up outside, a gust of wind carrying the ominous scent of impending rain. "

Go to sleep early," my aunt said before returning to her room. I listened intently as she closed the door, but it seemed unlocked, and a strange excitement welled up inside me. I watched TV for another ten minutes or so, not even remembering what I was watching. I turned off the light and lay down in the guest room.

But how could I possibly fall asleep?!

The wind outside rustled the plants on the balcony, and soon it started to rain, accompanied by thunder and lightning. I thought of scenes from adult novels set in such weather, and my restlessness intensified. This was a once-in-a-lifetime opportunity; my uncle would be back in a few days, and then I'd never have another chance. Should I?! My desire was burning intensely within me. Finally, I steeled myself, got up, and crept timidly to my aunt's door. I didn't know what I was going to do; I just wanted to get closer to her. I hadn't even considered making love to her; my mind was a complete mess.

I slowly turned the lock; it wasn't locked. I quietly pushed the door open and went back to my aunt.

"Aunt," I called softly. My aunt wasn't asleep. She mumbled a reply, "Hmm, what's wrong?"

I don't know where my intelligence came from, but I blurted out, "It's so windy over there, and the balcony is so noisy. I want to sleep here, okay?"

The air seemed to freeze for two seconds. "Okay, come on over." My aunt moved closer to me.

I couldn't believe it, but my heart pounded again. The afternoon's frustration and embarrassment vanished instantly. Like I'd received a royal decree, I clumsily and impatiently climbed onto the bed. This was the bed where my uncle used my aunt's body. The two of them making love on this bed... In that instant, I imagined my aunt moaning beneath my uncle, and my uncle's ethereal state after ejaculating into her vagina. I began to envy my uncle, even wishing he would never appear again.

The thunderstorm outside continued relentlessly. For about half an hour, I didn't dare move. I knew what I was about to do; I was stepping into my dream of incest.

I turned to my aunt; she was still lying on her back, seemingly asleep. I gently teased her feet with mine, and they twitched reflexively. I almost had the guts of a leopard, so I moved closer to my aunt. After a moment's effort, I was pressed against her body. I gently placed my right hand on her stomach, stroking it like a child drawing. At that moment, I clearly heard my aunt swallow hard! This was a sign of sexual arousal and tension! Several of my previous girlfriends had done the same; the first time they lay in bed with me, letting me do whatever I wanted, they also swallowed nervously and excitedly, their breathing becoming heavier. My aunt's swallow revealed her unease and helplessness; perhaps she wanted to stop me, but didn't know how. I didn't care about any of that. I just wanted to take it further, further! As long as it went further, no matter how far! Even if she stopped me right now, it would be enough. My lust for my aunt also contained a kind of love, an illicit love for a beautiful woman.

Then, I found the light switch by the bedside, turned on the floor lamp in the corner at the foot of the bed, and dimmed the light to its lowest setting. In the dim light, I could admire my aunt's beauty. The faint light concealed her mature figure, making her look like a stunningly beautiful thirty-year-old woman.

I touched her stomach for a while, then my hand naturally moved upwards, slowly reaching her breasts. Those two high, firm breasts held countless dreams of mine. My hands rested on them, feeling an intense sense of happiness. Afraid of moving too fast and incurring my aunt's wrath, I stopped my hand on her breasts, then half-embraced her, and we lay there like that. Although my aunt's eyes were closed, her frequent swallowing and racing heart betrayed her.

She never imagined her nephew would do such a thing, but now she didn't know what to do.

After a while, I slipped my hand inside her clothes near her navel, first touching her waist. There wasn't an ounce of fat; I'd always assumed my aunt would have a little, but now I was quite surprised to see it. Our illicit affair was almost crossing the line, but my aunt remained motionless. My hand trembled noticeably. I reached for her breasts, one of her most private areas, and quickly touched her bra. The bra fully encased her breasts, unlike my previous girlfriends who weren't fully developed. My aunt's body was truly mature, far beyond what a woman in her twenties could possess. The fullness was quite pleasant to touch, and I wasn't content with just touching the bra. I quickly slipped my hand inside and immediately pinched her erect nipples. At that moment, my aunt gently shifted her body. I took the opportunity to slip my left hand under her pillow and pull her into my arms. She felt like my new girlfriend, waiting for me to conquer her. I didn't know the consequences. Right now, my aunt and I were just a lustful man and a bewildered woman, able to temporarily forget everything and passionately engage in sexual intercourse.

I gently moved closer to her face, first tenderly smelling and touching her neck and hair with my lips, then pressing them to hers and gently kissing her. My aunt gasped, just like when I first kissed my girlfriend. After a few kisses, she slowly opened her lips, and I seized the opportunity to slip my tongue inside, sucking hard, our saliva mingling together. But my aunt didn't take the initiative; she simply let me kiss her. My lust grew stronger, and I reached my right hand down to her genitals, pressing it against her soft triangle. My aunt grabbed my hand, preventing me from touching her lower body, so I withdrew it and instead reached for her breasts, rubbing them. My aunt's breathing grew heavier, and seeing an opportunity, I reached for her vulva again. She grabbed it again, but this time very gently. I gently freed myself and began rubbing her vulva with my middle three fingers. My aunt's legs began to writhe, and I knew the moment had come. I quickly pulled my right hand back, pulled off my shorts and underwear, and then lay on top of my aunt. She groaned and turned her face to the side. I breathed heavily, focused solely on penetrating her quickly—just penetration, I didn't care about anything else! I pulled down my aunt's pajama bottoms and underwear, then pressed myself against her and kissed her. My engorged penis was already pressed against her vulva. Her pubic hair was soaking wet. True to her reputation as a mature woman with a strong sex drive, my aunt's body writhed even more violently. Her lower body seemed to be trying to avoid my glans, but not by much. I easily pressed against her vaginal opening again, my penis parting her labia. With a thrust of my hips, my entire penis slid inside. My aunt's brow furrowed slightly, showing the expression unique to women being penetrated. My penis was immersed in my aunt's vagina, feeling the warmth of her embrace. At that moment, I was the luckiest and happiest person in the world!

Perhaps because it was so rare, I didn't thrust for a moment, just lay on top of her kissing her, feeling her warmth below. My aunt's vagina was like my girlfriend of two years—not very tight, after all, she had been penetrated many times. Although not tight, it was extremely warm, and I could penetrate her quickly, and the thrusting could last longer.

At that moment, I longed to stay in this moment forever, tightly intertwined with my aunt, never to be separated.

After a few minutes, I felt my penis harden slightly, so I began to thrust gently. My aunt's eyes remained closed, but with each thrust, she opened her lips and began to moan softly. My long-held dream had finally come true, and so quickly and smoothly. I almost doubted if I was dreaming, but the real pleasure surged with each thrust, and I knew it wasn't a dream.

Because I was in such a hurry to penetrate, my aunt's top wasn't off yet, but this was a different kind of pleasure than thrusting into her completely naked. After a while, I took off my own top, and then took off my aunt's. Because I was thrusting and undressing at the same time, my aunt was completely disoriented. Soon, her top and bra were off. That black lace bra was my favorite, and the panties I had hastily taken off earlier also seemed to be black lace—it was a set. My aunt not only captivated me with her beauty, but even her clothing style was exactly what I liked. My aunt was now completely naked, her large breasts a sight to behold. I marveled at her beautiful body, pressing my entire body against hers, my lower body thrusting in and out repeatedly. I longed to become one with her. Her moans grew slightly louder, and a hint of sexual arousal and pain began to appear on her face. My

penis moved in and out of her vagina like a pile driver. I was immersed in the intense pleasure of intercourse, watching the woman I had longed for moan and writhe beneath me. I felt a growing urge to ejaculate, so I paused briefly, kissed my aunt, and softly called out, "Aunt." At that moment, my aunt slightly opened her eyes, as if drunk. She looked at me for a few seconds before turning her head away, her face expressionless. I didn't know her state of mind, but during intercourse, when pleasure overwhelms a man and woman, they don't think about much else. I imagine, in my aunt's mind, only the boundless pleasure of being penetrated by my penis was on her mind.

My aunt's snow-white neck exuded a faint fragrance. I kissed her perfect earlobe, breathing softly as I said, "Aunt, I love you." Then I began thrusting rapidly again. My aunt gasped at the sudden thrusting, then closed her eyes, savoring the most beautiful thing in the world: sex. Finally, the pleasure of ejaculation surged again. I wanted to stop to calm myself, but found I couldn't stop. I thrust a few more times, then let out a final groan and pressed myself against my aunt, spurting streams of hot semen deep into her vagina. I had left my mark on the body of the woman I had longed for. My aunt was mine now! After

ejaculating, I lay on my aunt's limp body, enjoying the afterglow of my orgasm. This wasn't a dream; I had indeed left my mark of love on this woman's vagina. My aunt was still panting. After a while, I withdrew my softened penis, turned off the floor lamp, and embraced my aunt. Night fell.

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