Family members are unguarded

My aunt likes to wear skirts and black high heels, and she dresses very elegantly. At 39, the years haven't shown much on her; she's naturally beautiful and well-maintained, with very full breasts that make her exceptionally beautiful. So, since I was eighteen—, I've imagined having sex with her, but it's just wishful thinking and fantasy, never coming true.

Because I've never had the opportunity, nor dared to, to make sexual advances towards my aunt, for all these years I've only been able to masturbate by imagining her and looking at her pictures. Each time, I imagine her beautiful face, holding her full, sexy body and thrusting wildly, finally ejaculating deep into her vagina, and warmly uniting with her. But my aunt doesn't know how much semen I've given her, and I don't know when I'll be able to taste her body; perhaps I'll never have the chance.

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 only 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 pajamas. She kept urging me to eat fruit, and I politely complied. I didn't expect that, having rarely gone home, I would feel so distant seeing my dearest aunt. Just then, my aunt bent down to peel fruit for me, instantly revealing her breasts. Two snow-white mounds and a deep cleavage were visible through her bra, and my penis instantly became erect. My aunt then knelt down to peel more fruit, her wide neckline further exposing her cleavage. I secretly glanced at her, my heart pounding, and I couldn't help but swallow hard. Afraid she would see, I pretended to look elsewhere after a few peeks. At that moment, my aunt seemed to notice something. She pulled up her collar, gave me the 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 all empty. Spend the night here." I casually hummed in agreement, my mind wandering, completely absorbed in fantasies about my aunt's body, especially her two large, white breasts.

My aunt went into her room, and I peeked inside; she hadn't closed the door. After about ten minutes, seeing that my aunt hadn't moved from her room, my lust intensified. I quietly went to the balcony, where my aunt's clothes were hanging to dry—her underwear and bra were both out to dry. My eyes widened at the sight. I first took a few pictures of the bra with my phone, then grabbed it and used it to rub and lick it, as if I were rubbing and licking my aunt's full breasts. The purple lace bra looked like a cup size; its size and color were very arousing to men. I left drool on it, so 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. I listened; it was quiet. I slowly went in and saw my aunt on the bed, 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 to her side 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 been longing for for eight or nine years! Should I give up this opportunity? If I give up, I might never have another chance. My thoughts were in turmoil, but my hand had already tremblingly reached for my aunt's breasts. I touched them very lightly, just gently placing them on top of her breasts, feeling their shape, 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, make love to her wildly, forcefully penetrate her vagina, and then release all my years of longing for her into my semen, ejaculating passionately into her womb. But I didn't dare. I didn't even have the courage to kiss her. I reached my right hand towards 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 for me. Even though there was a pair of pants between us, the pleasure was still intense. I rubbed it passionately for only a dozen seconds when 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 and play, but don't play for too long, it's bad for your eyes."

I nodded and, my legs trembling slightly, went to turn on the computer.

My aunt turned over, her face turned inwards. I breathed a sigh of relief, feeling like I'd fallen from heaven to hell. My aunt must have found out about my infidelity. I was depressed 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 happened that afternoon, didn't dare go in to help. "

Dinner's ready," my aunt called.

At the table, I only chatted with my aunt 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 a glass 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 several 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 the years passed, I had grown into a young man with normal sexual needs, while my aunt had entered her prime. However, the barrier of blood ties between us was like a mountain, keeping me, tormented by desire, 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, 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 my fortune. 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 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, a wind picked up outside, a menacing gust of wind that seemed to foreshadow a storm. "

Go to sleep early," my aunt said before heading to her room. I listened intently as she closed the door, but it didn't seem locked. A strange excitement welled up inside me. I watched TV for another ten minutes or so, not even remembering 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 flowers and plants on the balcony, and soon it started to rain, accompanied by thunder and lightning. I thought of scenes from adult novels that took place in such weather, and I tossed and turned even more. This was a once-in-a-lifetime opportunity; my uncle would be back in a few days, and then I would never have another chance. Should I?! My desire was burning so intensely that I could hardly bear it. Finally, I steeled myself and got up, walking hesitantly 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, and sure enough, it wasn't locked. I quietly pushed the door open and went back to my aunt's side.

"Auntie," I called softly. My aunt wasn't asleep; she mumbled a reply, "Hmm, what's up?"

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 to me.

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

The thunderstorm outside continued relentlessly. For about half an hour, I dared not move. I knew what I was about to do; I was slowly stepping into the incestuous act of my dreams.

I turned to face my aunt; she was still lying on her back, seemingly asleep. I gently nudged her feet with my own; they twitched reflexively. I mustered almost all my courage, moving 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! My previous girlfriends were all like this. The first time they lay in bed with me, letting me do whatever I wanted, they would swallow nervously and excitedly, their breathing becoming heavier. My aunt's swallowing revealed her unease and helplessness; perhaps she wanted to stop me, but didn't know how. I didn't care about all that; I just wanted to take it one step further! Just one step, no matter how far! Even if she stopped me right now, that would be enough. My sexual desire for my aunt also contained a kind of love, an illicit love for a beautiful woman.

At that moment, I reached for the bedside switch and turned on the floor lamp in the corner of the bed. I dimmed the light to its lowest setting, allowing me to admire my aunt's beauty in the quiet glow. The soft light concealed her mature figure, making her appear like a stunningly beautiful woman in her thirties.

I touched her stomach for a while, then my hand naturally moved upwards, slowly reaching her breasts. These two high, firm breasts held the weight of my dreams for so many years. Placing my hand on them brought me immense happiness. Afraid of moving too fast and incurring my aunt's wrath, I stopped my hand on her breasts and half-embraced her, lying there like that. Although my aunt's eyes were closed, her frequent swallowing and rapid heartbeat 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 excess fat. I always thought my aunt would have a little bit of extra flesh, but now that I actually felt it, I was quite surprised. The aunt and nephew's incestuous behavior was almost crossing the line, but the aunt remained motionless. My hand visibly trembled. I touched her breasts, one of the aunt's most private places. Soon, I felt her bra. The bra fully encased her breasts. Unlike my previous girlfriends, whose bodies weren't fully developed, my aunt's body was truly mature, incomparable to a woman in her twenties. Her breasts were so full, it felt wonderful to touch them. Not content with just touching them through her bra, I quickly slipped my hand inside and immediately squeezed her erect nipples. At that moment, my aunt gently shifted her body, and I took the opportunity to slip my left hand under her pillow, pulling 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 simply a lustful man and a bewildered woman, able to temporarily forget everything and passionately engage in sexual intercourse.

I gently approached her face, first tenderly inhaling and touching her neck and hair with my lips, then pressed them to hers and gently kissed her. My aunt gasped, just like when I first kissed my girlfriend. After a few kisses, she slowly parted 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 genitals, so I withdrew it and instead rubbed her breasts. My aunt's breathing became heavier, and seeing an opportunity, I reached for her vulva again. She grabbed it again, but this time with less force. I gently freed myself and began rubbing her vulva with my middle three fingers. My aunt's legs twitched. I knew the moment had come, so I quickly withdrew my right hand, 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, 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 warm embrace. At that moment, I was the luckiest and happiest person in the world!

Perhaps because it was such a rare opportunity, I didn't thrust for a moment, but simply 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, it had been penetrated many times. Although not tight, it was extremely warm, and penetration was quick, allowing for longer thrusting.

At that moment, I wished I could stay in this moment forever, tightly joined with my aunt, never to be separated.

After a few minutes, feeling my penis's hardness decrease slightly, I began to thrust gently. My aunt's eyes remained closed, but with each thrust, she parted her lips—and began to moan softly. My long-held dream finally came true at this moment, and it came so quickly and smoothly that I almost doubted I was dreaming. But the real pleasure came in waves with each thrust of intercourse, and I knew it wasn't a dream.

Because I was in such a hurry to penetrate her, my aunt's top wasn't off yet, but this was a different kind of pleasure compared to penetrating her completely naked. After a while, I took off my own top and then started to take off my aunt's. Because I was undressing her while penetrating her, my aunt was completely disheveled. Soon, I took off her top and bra. That black lace bra was my favorite, and the panties I had hastily taken off earlier also seemed to be black lace, so it was a set. My aunt not only captivated me with her beauty, but even her clothing style was my favorite. At this point, my aunt was completely naked, and her large breasts were an eye-opener for me. I marveled at my aunt's beautiful body and pressed my whole body against hers, while my lower body kept thrusting in and out. I really wanted to become one with her. My aunt's moans grew a little louder, and her face showed a slight expression of sexually aroused pain.

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 faint urge to ejaculate, so I paused briefly, kissed my aunt, and softly called out, "Aunt." At this moment, my aunt slightly opened her eyes, as if she were 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 at that moment, but when men and women are consumed by pleasure during intercourse, they don't consider many other things. I think that in my aunt's mind, only the boundless pleasure brought by the penetration of 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 whispered, "Aunt, I love you." Then I began thrusting rapidly again. My aunt gasped at the sudden thrusting, then closed her eyes, savoring this most beautiful thing in the world—sex. Finally, the pleasure of ejaculation surged again. I wanted to stop to calm myself, but I couldn't stop. I thrust a few more times, then let out a final groan and desperately pressed myself against my aunt. Streams of hot semen shot deep into her vagina. I had left my mark on the body of the woman I had longed for all night. My aunt was mine now!

After ejaculating, I lay on my aunt's limp body, savoring the lingering warmth of my orgasm. It wasn't a dream; I had indeed left my mark of love on this woman's vagina. My aunt was still breathing. After a while, I withdrew my limp penis, turned off the floor lamp, and embraced her. Night fell.

The thunder outside the window ceased, only the heavy rain continued. My aunt's vagina, still wet with my semen, slowly drifted off to sleep in my arms… I didn't fall into a deep sleep. The passion had subsided, and I was now fully awake. This had inevitably happened between my aunt and me. I had not only slept with her, but I had also ejaculated inside her. What would I do if the elders found out? I sighed inwardly, gazing at her beautiful face framed by her black hair. Suddenly, I was fearless. For this woman, I was ready to risk everything.

Dawn broke. I hadn't slept well that night; my aunt woke up around the same time as me, looking slightly tired. "What are we going to do now?" she asked softly. I didn't answer, quietly stroking her breasts. After a while, my aunt suddenly seemed to perk up, saying, "I'll go make breakfast." She seemed to be pretending to be nonchalant, just trying to ease the awkward atmosphere. Looking at her girlish innocence, I smiled, a deep tenderness welling up inside me for this woman. Morning sex drive is very strong; when I made love with my girlfriend, I often felt a surge of desire in the morning, and with my aunt, I was no exception. I pushed her down, saying, "Wait a minute, darling." In reality, my penis was already throbbing.

I tossed her hair aside, pressed my body against hers, and my glans, like a drill, quickly found her entrance. Without any foreplay, I thrust in. My aunt let out a soft moan. Although her vagina was still slightly lubricated from last night's lovemaking, most of the semen had been absorbed, leaving it a little dry. But that was exactly what I loved—no foreplay, just a rapid, forceful insertion and thrusting. My aunt was so accommodating, letting me release my pent-up desires inside her.

"Hmm…ah…" My aunt let out the characteristic moans of lovemaking, accepting her nephew's incestuous love for the second time. "

Aunt, don't treat me like your nephew now, treat me like your man," I said as I thrust.

"Mmm…hmm…mmm…" My aunt responded with ambiguous sounds, her long black hair swaying dramatically, making her look exceptionally alluring. Why can't a woman like this be my wife, so I can offer her my semen every day?

"So good," I couldn't help but moan softly. "Woman, is it good?" I asked.

"Mmm...mmm, good..." Aunt finally answered.

After a few minutes of thrusting, I got a little tired, so I lifted Aunt up to sit and continued, so she could see my penis going in and out of her body—it was very stimulating. After a few more minutes of thrusting while sitting, I pulled Aunt close and hugged her. A feeling of happiness welled up from the bottom of my heart. This woman had become my wife; she was fulfilling her duties as a wife to her husband in bed.

"Tired?" Aunt asked. "A little," I said. "

Then let's cook and eat first, we'll talk after we eat, okay?" she said gently, hugging me.

"Okay, honey, I'll do what you say. Once it goes down, we'll go make dinner." I kissed her neck.

A moment later, my penis softened, and I pulled out of my aunt's vagina. My aunt put her bra and clothes back on, but changed her pajama bottoms into a black miniskirt. She got up and went to the kitchen to make breakfast.

We were like a newlywed couple.

While my aunt was working in the kitchen, I suddenly remembered descriptions of kitchen sex in adult novels. Actually, I enjoy promiscuous sex; my ex-girlfriends and I have done it on the sofa in the living room, in the kitchen, in the bathroom, and even on the rooftop—unforgettable experiences. Thinking about it, I got aroused again and ran to the kitchen, suddenly hugging my aunt from behind.

"What are you doing? We're cooking, hurry up and clear the dishes," Auntie commanded. "

Okay, okay," I replied, reaching behind her to grab her breasts while pulling down her panties with my other hand. Auntie reluctantly closed the kitchen window blinds, her eyes half-closed as she enjoyed my caresses. I pulled her panties down to her knees, then lifted her skirt a little, and thrust my hard penis into her vagina, the head quickly sinking into a soft, wet patch. Ah… I felt like I was ascending to heaven. Holding my beloved beauty like this, making love so wantonly in the kitchen, had previously only existed in my fantasies. "

Are you done yet? Hurry up, we still have to cook, ah… um." Auntie's body… She went limp and could only hold onto the table, panting.

I grabbed one breast in each hand, leaned against my aunt's back, and began thrusting back and forth against the fully dressed beauty. Because my aunt's legs were close together, it was quite tight, and I felt like I was about to ejaculate. "

Don't ejaculate inside, I still have to cook, and I don't want to interrupt my trip to the bathroom," my aunt said, her head lowered, her black hair covering her face. "

Then where should I ejaculate, darling? I only want to offer you my semen."

A few seconds later, she replied again, "Tell me when you're about to ejaculate, and you can ejaculate in my mouth."

Upon hearing this, I was astonished that my aunt was so open-minded, daring to swallow semen. My ex-girlfriends, when giving me oral sex, would sometimes make me nauseous because I would thrust too deeply, so I hesitated to let them swallow my semen. But my aunt insisted on ejaculating into her mouth. "

Mmm, oh... okay... darling, coming..." I quickly pulled out before ejaculating, and my aunt reflexively turned and squatted down, taking my penis into her mouth.

Ah... I felt completely drained, spurting my semen into her mouth. "Huff..." I gasped for breath as my aunt gently sucked on my glans, soothing the lingering warmth of my orgasm. My pleasure quickly subsided. My aunt sucked all the semen from my penis, then opened her mouth like a Japanese adult film actress, sticking out her tongue to show the semen she had swallowed, before swallowing it. But it was clear the fishy taste of the semen wasn't to her liking.

She stood up, grabbed a glass of water, and gulped it down.

"Ugh...it's awful. I've only eaten it twice with your uncle in all these years, and you're only here twice! You're lucky, sir," my aunt said, a hint of reproach in her voice.

I hugged her tightly. "My dear beauty, I'll make it up to you later." "

How will you make it up to me, you rascal?" she asked. "

I'll fill your void with my strengths," I said with a laugh. "

You're such a rascal," my aunt spat at me.

After finally finishing cooking and eating, my aunt said she felt slippery down there and uncomfortable, so she went to take a shower. I took off my clothes and sneaked in to shower with her. I really enjoy showering with women I like; I use them to wash my body, to express my love for them. My aunt's genitals were slippery, a mixture of semen and vaginal fluid, but a quick rinse with water cleaned them up. Now I finally had time to observe my aunt's body slowly. Although her body didn't feel as youthful as a girl in her twenties, she was so well-maintained. This mature body was more attractive than a young girl's. It was worth the eight or nine years I had fantasized about her, and I don't know how much of my semen I had wasted. Her pubic hair wasn't particularly thick, just average. It was clearly separated from her labia, revealing two labia majora, which were slightly dark, but when parted, the labia minora and vaginal opening were still quite pink. I squatted down to smell it; it had almost no odor. Books say the smell of the genitals is related to a person's temperament, and my aunt, with her elegant demeanor, indeed had a clean-smelling genital area. I kissed her vagina, and she giggled, saying that her uncle had never tried giving her oral sex before; this was her first time, and it felt strange yet very enjoyable. Hearing this, I thought to myself, "My uncle really doesn't know how to enjoy this woman. Luckily, I didn't have to put in much effort to have sex with her, otherwise, it would be a waste."

I said, "Aunt, I've been fantasizing about having sex with you for eight or nine years."

My aunt was surprised. "Then why didn't you say so sooner?"

I was afraid you wouldn't agree, and if you told the elders, I'd be finished.

My aunt chuckled. "That's true," she said. "I had a few drinks last night, and with the thunder and rain, I was a bit tipsy, and you took advantage of me. I wanted to slap you then, but I couldn't resist the temptation of youth. While I hesitated, you succeeded, and I gave in. Anyway, I'm getting old, and I've had a tubal ligation. A little intimacy with you won't cause any problems. But we can't keep doing this, you understand?"

I pondered for a moment, then a pang of sadness washed over me. Yes, I'd be going to work in another city in a few days, and my aunt would get older every year. Even if she maintained herself as well as Zhao Yazhi, this kind of relationship was still something I couldn't show to others.

Seeing my troubled expression, my aunt hugged me and helped me wash my penis. The feeling of a woman's hand holding my penis was quite wonderful, different from the sensation of penetration. My penis immediately became erect again. I hugged my aunt from the front, and she spread her legs, allowing my penis to slide in smoothly. It was very lubricated inside, with little resistance. Having just ejaculated, I held my aunt and thrust for over ten minutes without any intention of ejaculating, while my aunt's legs went weak.

After a while, I sat on the sink, and my aunt said she finally couldn't take it anymore.

The height of the sink was just right. She sat on it, legs spread wide, her vaginal opening facing me. I, with my purplish-red glans erect, said, "I'm coming," and thrust in. We thrust in and out for several minutes, then changed positions. I lifted my aunt down, making her lie face down on the sink facing the mirror, and entered her from behind. This way, she could see her nephew moving back and forth behind her in the mirror, and I could see her dazed eyes. An illicit relationship was reflected in the mirror, wanton and exciting.

I pressed my face close to my aunt's side and suddenly called out, "Wife." My aunt gave a hazy "hmm," and I quickly withdrew, but still managed to ejaculate a little on her back. My aunt was panting heavily when she turned around and kissed me—it was her initiative. We kissed until we were breathless, then washed ourselves clean. I came out wearing only underwear, while my aunt wore her purple underwear set and loose pajamas.

I drew all the curtains and locked the front door, then invited my aunt over to watch TV. She sat between my laps, and I groped her, earning a playful scolding from her. It seemed I had no interest in watching TV either. I slowly peeled off her shorts and tossed them aside, then released my penis from the side of her pants. Next, I pulled down my aunt's purple panties to one side, and my penis instinctively burrowed into her vagina. After it was inside, my aunt sat on me and said, "Don't move, let's harmonize yin and yang, it's good for your health." My penis was soaked inside, wet and warm. My aunt simply leaned back into my arms, and we both rested with our eyes half-closed.

Because she wasn't sleeping soundly, she woke up in less than an hour. I shook my aunt: "Wife, wake up." My aunt was still half-asleep and responded with a soft "hmm." "

Wife, can you do me one thing?" I said, trying to persuade her.

"Hmm, what?" Auntie turned and kissed me. "

How about we go to the balcony and do it? You wear black stockings, black high heels, and the black skirt you wore earlier. Do you have a matching set?"

Auntie thought for a moment and said, "Yes, but... you little pervert, what if someone sees us on the balcony in broad daylight?"

I said, "This place is so nice, there are so many flowers and plants on the balcony, and besides, there aren't any other apartment buildings across the street. No one will see us."

Auntie pinched my thigh. "Okay, I'll grant your request. But you won't have this chance again in a couple of days when your uncle comes back." After saying that, she went to the room to change. Just thinking about making love on the balcony made my lust flare up again, and my penis remained erect. After waiting for seven or eight minutes, Auntie came out with the click-clack of her high heels. "

How was it?" She half-turned, showing herself off. I was instantly captivated.

What skillful hand the Creator must have created such a stunning beauty! My aunt was wearing black high heels, black stockings, a black miniskirt, and a beige silk business top. Her graceful figure was so alluring that any virgin would be unable to resist, and might even ejaculate immediately.

I stared, mesmerized, and quickly rushed over, half-pushing, half-carrying her onto the balcony. I murmured my admiration, my hands trembling slightly, just like last night. I reached for her private parts—no underwear, just what I wanted!

Wife, I love you to death! I'd rather die from exhaustion at your feet. My aunt chuckled and said, "It's not that serious. Hurry up, don't let anyone see."

I felt like I'd received a royal decree. I pushed her skirt up a little, making her lie on the balcony pretending to look at the flowers, and then I thrust in.

"Sigh, I'm going with you," my aunt moaned.

This kind of sex was quite discreet; because of the flowers and the fact that my aunt was fully clothed, even from a distance, it was impossible to tell that she was being penetrated from behind. The sensations of pleasure and lust filled my mind. "Auntie, is it good?" I asked deliberately. "

Mmm, it feels good," my aunt hummed softly. "

Do you want it faster or slower?" I asked her. "

Either is fine, but faster is better," my aunt said.

I enjoy hearing seemingly demure women utter lewd words under my penis. After my aunt finished speaking, I sped up, and she finally couldn't help but moan louder.

Ah…ah…um…oh…but her restraint prevailed; she groaned loudly for a moment, then returned to low moans. Watching my penis slide in and out, drawing out her juices, I felt an overwhelming sense of happiness again.

Because I was wearing a black and alluring suit, I gradually became overly excited and stopped, pulling out my penis. I turned my aunt around and French kissed her, spitting out my saliva for her to swallow. I continued to add to the imprint of my conquest of her body; I wanted to leave my mark inside her, like semen, like saliva. If my aunt hadn't had a tubal ligation, perhaps sperm could still have fertilized her egg. But because of the ligation, she had no psychological burden when ejaculating inside her.

My aunt liked to wear skirts and black high heels, and she dressed very elegantly. At 39, the signs of aging weren't obvious on her. She was naturally beautiful and well-maintained, with very full breasts that made her exceptionally beautiful. So, from the age of eighteen—I imagined having sex with her, but it was just wishful thinking and fantasy, never coming true.

Because I never had the opportunity or dared to make sexual advances towards my aunt, for all these years I could only masturbate by imagining her and looking at her pictures. Each time, I imagined her beautiful face, holding her full, sexy body and thrusting wildly, finally ejaculating deep into her vagina, and warmly uniting with her. But my aunt has no idea how much semen I've given her. I don't know when I'll ever get to taste her body; maybe I'll never have the chance.

This year, during the May Day holiday, I went home. As usual, I visited relatives and friends. When I arrived at my aunt's house, she was alone. It turned out 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 fantasize about her, and this time, being alone with her made me feel uncomfortable. My aunt, however, didn't seem to mind; she only treated me like a nephew. My aunt was originally 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 pajamas. She kept urging me to eat fruit, and I politely complied. Surprisingly, because I rarely go home, I felt awkward seeing my dear aunt. Just then, my aunt bent down to peel fruit for me, immediately revealing her breasts—two snow-white mounds and a deep cleavage were visible through her bra, and my penis instantly became erect. My aunt then knelt down to peel more fruit, her wide neckline further revealing her cleavage. I secretly glanced at her, my heart pounding, and I couldn't help but swallow hard. Afraid she would see, I pretended to look elsewhere after a few stolen glances. At that moment, my aunt seemed to notice something. She pulled up her collar, gave me the 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 all empty, just 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 inside; 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, where my aunt's clothes were hanging to dry—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 used it to rub and lick it, as if I were rubbing and licking my aunt's full breasts. The purple lace bra appeared to be a cup size; its size and color were very arousing. I left saliva on it; the next time my aunt wore it, we would indirectly have an intimate relationship. Even if I couldn't actually have sex with her, I could still have a mental sexual relationship with her. I also quickly rubbed my penis, but didn't ejaculate, afraid of the mess.

Another ten minutes or so passed. I couldn't concentrate on the TV anymore, so I tiptoed to my aunt's door. It was quiet. I slowly went in and saw my aunt lying on the bed, not covered by a blanket. I was burning with desire, and somehow mustered the courage to sneak up beside her and sit on the edge of the bed. My heart was pounding. My aunt's chest was rising and falling 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 thoughts were in turmoil, but my hand had already tremblingly reached for my aunt's breasts. I touched them very lightly, just gently placing them on top of her breasts, feeling their shape, 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, make love to her wildly, forcefully penetrate her vagina, and then release all my years of longing for her into my semen, ejaculating passionately into her womb. But I didn't dare. I didn't even have the courage to kiss her. I reached my right hand towards 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 for me. Even though there was a pair of pants between us, the pleasure was still intense. I rubbed it passionately for only a dozen seconds when 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 and play, but don't play for too long, it's bad for your eyes."

I nodded and, my legs trembling slightly, went to turn on the computer.

My aunt turned over, her face turned inwards. I breathed a sigh of relief, feeling like I'd fallen from heaven to hell. My aunt must have found out about my infidelity. I was depressed 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 happened that afternoon, didn't dare go in to help. "

Dinner's ready," my aunt called.

At the table, I only chatted with my aunt 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 a glass 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 several 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 the years passed, I had grown into a young man with normal sexual needs, while my aunt had entered her prime. However, the barrier of blood ties between us was like a mountain, keeping me, tormented by desire, 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, 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 my fortune. 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 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, a wind picked up outside, a menacing gust of wind that seemed to foreshadow a storm. "

Go to sleep early," my aunt said before heading to her room. I listened intently as she closed the door, but it didn't seem locked. A strange excitement welled up inside me. I watched TV for another ten minutes or so, not even remembering 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 flowers and plants on the balcony, and soon it started to rain, accompanied by thunder and lightning. I thought of scenes from adult novels that took place in such weather, and I tossed and turned even more. This was a once-in-a-lifetime opportunity; my uncle would be back in a few days, and then I would never have another chance. Should I?! My desire was burning so intensely that I could hardly bear it. Finally, I steeled myself and got up, walking hesitantly 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, and sure enough, it wasn't locked. I quietly pushed the door open and went back to my aunt's side.

"Auntie," I called softly. My aunt wasn't asleep; she mumbled a reply, "Hmm, what's up?"

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 to me.

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

The thunderstorm outside continued relentlessly. For about half an hour, I dared not move. I knew what I was about to do; I was slowly stepping into the incestuous act of my dreams.

I turned to face my aunt; she was still lying on her back, seemingly asleep. I gently nudged her feet with my own; they twitched reflexively. I mustered almost all my courage, moving 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! My previous girlfriends were all like this. The first time they lay in bed with me, letting me do whatever I wanted, they would swallow nervously and excitedly, their breathing becoming heavier. My aunt's swallowing revealed her unease and helplessness; perhaps she wanted to stop me, but didn't know how. I didn't care about all that; I just wanted to take it one step further! Just one step, no matter how far! Even if she stopped me right now, that would be enough. My sexual desire for my aunt also contained a kind of love, an illicit love for a beautiful woman.

At that moment, I reached for the bedside switch and turned on the floor lamp in the corner of the bed. I dimmed the light to its lowest setting, allowing me to admire my aunt's beauty in the quiet glow. The soft light concealed her mature figure, making her appear like a stunningly beautiful woman in her thirties.

I touched her stomach for a while, then my hand naturally moved upwards, slowly reaching her breasts. These two high, firm breasts held the weight of my dreams for so many years. Placing my hand on them brought me immense happiness. Afraid of moving too fast and incurring my aunt's wrath, I stopped my hand on her breasts and half-embraced her, lying there like that. Although my aunt's eyes were closed, her frequent swallowing and rapid heartbeat 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 excess fat. I'd always assumed my aunt would have a little, but now that I truly felt it, I was quite surprised. 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. Soon, I felt her bra. The bra fully encased her breasts. Unlike my previous girlfriends, whose bodies weren't fully developed, my aunt's body was truly mature, far beyond what a woman in her twenties could possess. Her breasts were so full, it felt wonderful to touch them. Not content with just touching them through her bra, I quickly slipped my hand inside and immediately squeezed her erect nipples. At that moment, my aunt gently shifted her body, and I took the opportunity to slip my left hand under her pillow, pulling 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 simply a lustful man and a bewildered woman, able to temporarily forget everything and passionately engage in sexual intercourse.

I gently approached her face, first tenderly inhaling and touching her neck and hair with my lips, then pressed them to hers and gently kissed her. My aunt gasped, just like when I first kissed my girlfriend. After a few kisses, she slowly parted 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 genitals, so I withdrew it and instead rubbed her breasts. My aunt's breathing became heavier, and seeing an opportunity, I reached for her vulva again. She grabbed it again, but this time with less force. I gently freed myself and began rubbing her vulva with my middle three fingers. My aunt's legs twitched. I knew the moment had come, so I quickly withdrew my right hand, 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, 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 warm embrace. At that moment, I was the luckiest and happiest person in the world!

Perhaps because it was such a rare opportunity, I didn't thrust for a moment, but simply 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, it had been penetrated many times. Although not tight, it was extremely warm, and penetration was quick, allowing for longer thrusting.

At that moment, I wished I could stay in this moment forever, tightly joined with my aunt, never to be separated.

After a few minutes, feeling my penis's hardness decrease slightly, I began to thrust gently. My aunt's eyes remained closed, but with each thrust, she parted her lips—and began to moan softly. My long-held dream finally came true at this moment, and it came so quickly and smoothly that I almost doubted I was dreaming. But the real pleasure came in waves with each thrust of intercourse, and I knew it wasn't a dream.

Because I was in such a hurry to penetrate her, my aunt's top wasn't off yet, but this was a different kind of pleasure compared to penetrating her completely naked. After a while, I took off my own top and then started to take off my aunt's. Because I was undressing her while penetrating her, my aunt was completely disheveled. Soon, I took off her top and bra. That black lace bra was my favorite, and the panties I had hastily taken off earlier also seemed to be black lace, so it was a set. My aunt not only captivated me with her beauty, but even her clothing style was my favorite. At this point, my aunt was completely naked, and her large breasts were an eye-opener for me. I marveled at my aunt's beautiful body and pressed my whole body against hers, while my lower body kept thrusting in and out. I really wanted to become one with her. My aunt's moans grew a little louder, and her face showed a slight expression of sexually aroused pain.

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 faint urge to ejaculate, so I paused briefly, kissed my aunt, and softly called out, "Aunt." At this moment, my aunt slightly opened her eyes, as if she were 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 at that moment, but when men and women are consumed by pleasure during intercourse, they don't consider many other things. I think that in my aunt's mind, only the boundless pleasure brought by the penetration of 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 whispered, "Aunt, I love you." Then I began thrusting rapidly again. My aunt gasped at the sudden thrusting, then closed her eyes, savoring this most beautiful thing in the world—sex. Finally, the pleasure of ejaculation surged again. I wanted to stop to calm myself, but I couldn't stop. I thrust a few more times, then let out a final groan and desperately pressed myself against my aunt. Streams of hot semen shot deep into her vagina. I had left my mark on the body of the woman I had longed for all night. My aunt was mine now!

After ejaculating, I lay on my aunt's limp body, savoring the lingering warmth of my orgasm. It wasn't a dream; I had indeed left my mark of love on this woman's vagina. My aunt was still breathing. After a while, I withdrew my limp penis, turned off the floor lamp, and embraced her. Night fell.

The thunder outside the window ceased, only the heavy rain continued. My aunt's vagina, still wet with my semen, slowly drifted off to sleep in my arms… I didn't fall into a deep sleep. The passion had subsided, and I was now fully awake. This had inevitably happened between my aunt and me. I had not only slept with her, but I had also ejaculated inside her. What would I do if the elders found out? I sighed inwardly, gazing at her beautiful face framed by her black hair. Suddenly, I felt fearless; for this woman, I was ready to risk everything.

Dawn broke. I hadn't slept well that night. My aunt woke up around the same time as me, looking slightly tired. "What will we do now?" she asked softly. I didn't answer. I gently stroked her breasts, quietly. After a while, my aunt suddenly seemed to perk up, saying, "I'll go make breakfast." She seemed to be feigning nonchalance, just trying to ease the awkward atmosphere. Looking at her girlish innocence, I smiled, a deep tenderness welling up inside me for this woman. Morning sex drive is often strong. When I made love with my girlfriend, I often felt a surge of desire in the morning, and with my aunt, it was no exception. I pushed her down, saying, "Wait a minute, darling." In reality, my penis was already throbbing.

I tossed her hair aside, pressed my body against hers, and my glans, like a drill, quickly found her entrance. Then, without any foreplay, I thrust in. My aunt let out a soft moan. Although her vagina was still slightly lubricated from last night's lovemaking, most of the semen had been absorbed inside, making it a little dry. But that's exactly what I love about sex—no foreplay, just rapid penetration and thrusting. My aunt was so indulgent, letting me release myself inside her.

Hmm… Ah… My aunt let out the moans characteristic of lovemaking, accepting her nephew's illicit love for the second time. "

Aunt, don't treat me like your nephew now, treat me like your man," I said as I thrust.

"Mmm... Hmm... Mmm..." Auntie made a seemingly noncommittal sound of agreement, her long black hair swaying with her movements, making her exceptionally alluring. Why couldn't such a woman be my wife, so I could offer her my semen every day? "

So good," I couldn't help but let out a soft moan. "Woman, is it good?" I asked.

"Mmm... Mmm, good..." Auntie finally answered.

After thrusting for a few minutes, feeling a little tired, I lifted Auntie up to sit while I continued, so she could see my penis going in and out of her body—it was very stimulating. After thrusting for a few more minutes while sitting, I pulled Auntie close and hugged her. A feeling of happiness welled up from the bottom of my heart. This woman had become my wife, and she was fulfilling her duties as a wife to her husband in bed.

"Are you tired?" my aunt asked. "A little," I said. "

Then let's cook and eat first, we

'll talk after we eat, okay?" she said gently, hugging me. "Okay, darling, I'll listen to you. We'll cook and eat after it goes down." I kissed her neck.

After a while, my penis went down, and I pulled out of my aunt's vagina. My aunt put her bra and clothes back on, but changed her pajama bottoms into a black miniskirt. My aunt got up and went to the kitchen to make breakfast.

We were like a newlywed couple.

While my aunt was working in the kitchen, I suddenly remembered the descriptions of kitchen sex in adult novels. Actually, I enjoy promiscuous sex; my ex-girlfriends and I have done it on the sofa in the living room, in the kitchen, in the bathroom, and even on the rooftop—unforgettable experiences. Thinking about it, I got aroused again and ran to the kitchen, suddenly hugging my aunt from behind. "

What are you doing? We're cooking! Go and clear the dishes!" my aunt commanded.

"Okay, okay," I replied, while simultaneously reaching under her clothes from behind to grab her breasts, and using my other hand to pull down her panties. My aunt reluctantly closed the kitchen window blinds, half-closing her eyes to enjoy my caresses. I pulled her panties down to her knees, then lifted her skirt a little higher, and thrust my hard penis into her vagina. The head of my penis quickly sank into a soft, wet abyss. Ah… I felt like I was ascending to heaven. Holding my beloved beauty like this, making love so wantonly in the kitchen, had only existed in my fantasies before. "

Are you done yet? Hurry up, we still have to cook, ah… um." My aunt's body went limp, and she could only hold onto the table, panting.

I grabbed one breast in each hand, my body pressed against my aunt's back, and began thrusting back and forth against the fully dressed beauty. Because my aunt's legs were close together, it was tighter inside, and I felt like I was about to ejaculate.

"Don't ejaculate inside, I still need to cook, and I don't want to interrupt my bathroom break," my aunt said, her head bowed, her black hair obscuring her face. "

Then where should I ejaculate, darling? I only want to offer you my semen."

A few seconds later, she replied, "Tell me when you're about to ejaculate,

and I'll ejaculate in your mouth." I was shocked to hear this. My aunt was so open-minded, daring to eat semen. When my ex-girlfriends gave me oral sex, I would thrust too deep, making them feel nauseous, so I didn't dare let them swallow my semen. But my aunt volunteered to ejaculate in her mouth. "

Mmm, oh... okay... darling, coming..." I quickly pulled out before ejaculating, and my aunt reflexively turned and squatted down, taking my penis into her mouth.

Ah… I felt completely drained, my semen shooting into her mouth in spurts. I gasped for breath as my aunt gently sucked on my glans, soothing the lingering warmth of my orgasm. My pleasure quickly subsided. My aunt sucked all the semen from my penis, then, like a Japanese actress, opened her mouth, sticking out her tongue to show off the semen she had swallowed, before swallowing it. But it was clear the fishy taste of the semen wasn't to her liking.

She stood up, grabbed a glass of water, and gulped it down.

"Hmm… it tastes awful. I've only had it twice with your uncle in over ten years, and you've only had it twice. You're lucky, sir," my aunt said, a hint of reproach in her voice.

I hugged her tightly. "My dear beauty, I'll make it up to you later." "

How will you make it up to me, you scumbag?" she asked.

"Let me fill your void with my strengths," I said with a laugh. "

How pathetic," my aunt spat at me.

After finally finishing cooking and eating, my aunt said her private parts felt slippery and uncomfortable, so she went to take a shower. I took off my clothes and sneaked in to shower with her. I really enjoy showering with women I like; I use them to wash my body, to express my love for them. My aunt's genitals were slippery, a mixture of semen and vaginal fluid, but a quick rinse cleaned them up. Now I finally had time to observe my aunt's body carefully. Although her body didn't feel as youthful as a girl in her twenties, it was so well-maintained. This mature body was more attractive than a young girl's. It was worth fantasizing about her for eight or nine years, and I don't know how much of my semen I'd wasted. Her pubic hair wasn't particularly thick, just average. It was clearly separated from her labia, revealing two labia majora, which were slightly dark, but when parted, the labia minora and vaginal opening were still quite pink. I squatted down to smell it; it had almost no odor. Books say the smell of the genitals is related to a person's temperament, and my aunt, with her elegant demeanor, indeed had a clean-smelling genital area. I kissed her vagina, and she giggled, saying that her uncle had never tried giving her oral sex before; this was her first time, and it felt strange yet very enjoyable. Hearing this, I thought to myself, "My uncle really doesn't know how to enjoy this woman. Luckily, I didn't have to put in much effort to have sex with her, otherwise, it would be a waste."

I said, "Aunt, I've been fantasizing about having sex with you for eight or nine years."

My aunt was surprised. "Then why didn't you say so sooner?"

I was afraid you wouldn't agree, and if you told the elders, I'd be finished.

My aunt chuckled. "That's true," she said. "I had a few drinks last night, and with the thunder and rain, I was a bit tipsy, and you took advantage of me. I wanted to slap you then, but I couldn't resist the temptation of youth. While I hesitated, you succeeded, and I gave in. Anyway, I'm getting old, and I've had a tubal ligation. A little intimacy with you won't cause any problems. But we can't keep doing this, you understand?"

I pondered for a moment, then a pang of sadness washed over me. Yes, I'd be going to work in another city in a few days, and my aunt would get older every year. Even if she maintained herself as well as Zhao Yazhi, this kind of relationship was still something I couldn't show to others.

Seeing my troubled expression, my aunt hugged me and helped me wash my penis. The feeling of a woman's hand holding my penis was quite wonderful, different from the sensation of penetration. My penis immediately became erect again. I hugged my aunt from the front, and she spread her legs, allowing my penis to slide in smoothly. It was very lubricated inside, with little resistance. Having just ejaculated, I held my aunt and thrust for over ten minutes without any intention of ejaculating, while my aunt's legs went weak.

After a while, I sat on the sink, and my aunt said she finally couldn't take it anymore.

The height of the sink was just right. She sat on it, legs spread wide, her vaginal opening facing me. I, with my purplish-red glans erect, said, "I'm coming," and thrust in. We thrust in and out for several minutes, then changed positions. I lifted my aunt down, making her lie face down on the sink facing the mirror, and entered her from behind. This way, she could see her nephew moving back and forth behind her in the mirror, and I could see her dazed eyes. An illicit relationship was reflected in the mirror, wanton and exciting.

I pressed my face close to my aunt's side and suddenly called out, "Wife." My aunt gave a hazy "hmm," and I quickly withdrew, but still managed to ejaculate a little on her back. My aunt was panting heavily when she turned around and kissed me—it was her initiative. We kissed until we were breathless, then washed ourselves clean. I came out wearing only underwear, while my aunt wore her purple underwear set and loose pajamas.

I drew all the curtains and locked the front door, then invited my aunt over to watch TV. She sat between my laps, and I groped her, earning a playful scolding from her. It seemed I had no interest in watching TV either. I slowly peeled off her shorts and tossed them aside, then released my penis from the side of her pants. Next, I pulled down my aunt's purple panties to one side, and my penis instinctively burrowed into her vagina. After it was inside, my aunt sat on me and said, "Don't move, let's harmonize yin and yang, it's good for your health." My penis was soaked inside, wet and warm. My aunt simply leaned back into my arms, and we both rested with our eyes half-closed.

Because she wasn't sleeping soundly, she woke up in less than an hour. I shook my aunt: "Wife, wake up." My aunt was still half-asleep and responded with a soft "hmm." "

Wife, can you do me one thing?" I said, trying to persuade her.

Hmm, what is it? My aunt turned around and kissed me.

"How about we do it on the balcony? You wear black stockings, black high heels, and that black skirt you were wearing earlier. Do you have a matching set?"

My aunt thought for a moment and said, "Yes, but... you little pervert, what if someone sees us on the balcony in broad daylight?"

I said, "This place is so nice, there are so many flowers and plants on the balcony, and besides, there aren't any other apartment buildings across the street. No one will see us."

My aunt pinched my thigh. "Okay, I'll grant your request. But you won't have this chance again in a couple of days when your uncle comes back." After saying that, she went to the room to change. Just thinking about making love on the balcony reignited my lust, and my penis remained erect. After waiting for seven or eight minutes, my aunt came out, her high heels clicking. "

How was it?" she asked, half-turning around to show herself. I was instantly overwhelmed.

What a skillful hand the Creator must have been to create such a stunning beauty! My aunt was wearing black high heels, black stockings, a black miniskirt, and a beige silk business top. Her graceful figure was so captivating that any virgin would surely lose control and ejaculate immediately.

I stared, mesmerized, and quickly rushed over, half-pushing, half-carrying her onto the balcony. I murmured my admiration, my hands trembling slightly, just like last night. I reached for her private parts—no underwear! Perfect! "

Wife, I love you to death! I feel like I could die from exhaustion under your skirt!" My aunt chuckled and said, "It's not that serious. Hurry up, don't let anyone see."

I felt like I'd received a royal decree. I pushed her skirt up a little, making her lie on the balcony pretending to look at the flowers and plants, and then I thrust in. "

Sigh, I'm going with you," my aunt moaned.

This kind of sex was quite discreet, because the flowers and plants were in the way, and my aunt was fully clothed, so even from a distance, you couldn't tell she was being penetrated from behind. Pleasure and lust filled my mind. "Auntie, is it good?" I asked deliberately.

"Mmm, it feels good," my aunt hummed softly. "

Do you want it faster or slower?" I asked her. "

Either is fine, but faster is better," my aunt said.

I like hearing a woman who usually seems so proper say lewd things under my penis. After my aunt finished speaking, I sped up, and my aunt finally couldn't help but moan even louder.

Ah...ah...um...oh...but restraint prevailed. My aunt groaned loudly for a moment, then returned to low moans. I watched my penis, dripping with her juices, go in and out, and felt an overwhelming sense of happiness once more.

Because I was wearing a black and alluring suit, I gradually became overly excited. I stopped, pulled out my penis, turned my aunt around, and French kissed her. I spat out my saliva and made her swallow it. I kept adding to the imprint of my conquest of my aunt's body. I wanted to leave my things inside her, like semen, like saliva. If my aunt hadn't had a tubal ligation, perhaps sperm could still combine with her egg, but because of the tubal ligation, there was no psychological burden when ejaculating inside her.

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