[Aunt Zhou's Mother] (Revised and Expanded Edition)

Aunt Zhou's Mother (
16,000 words longer than the original, with revised dialogue.
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I don't know why I wrote this memoir. There's no poignant love story, no grand pronouncements
of power, no treacherous schemes, no dramatic plot twists; there's only a woman
's memory left to a man.
First, let me introduce the female protagonist—Aunt Zhou. Aunt Zhou was my neighbor. At the beginning of the story,
she was a woman in her early thirties, and also the most beautiful woman in our village. The male protagonist is me,
an ordinary man born in a rural water town. At the beginning of the story, I was a teenager.
Having introduced the characters, let me explain the background. My family was very poor, because I was born into a
family destined to be poor. My village was about ten kilometers from the county town, not in a remote location. Before liberation, my grandfather
lived in the eastern part of the city; he was a powerful figure whose influence would shake the entire eastern part of the city. I was only two years old when my grandfather died
. My sister stood in the field, stomping her feet and shouting, "Xia the devil is dead! Xia the devil is dead!" Of course,
neither my sister nor I remember these things; my mother told us about them later. "Xia the devil" was my grandfather's nickname; everyone in the village
called him that. As for what my grandfather actually did, my father never told me; these assessments of him
came from the village elders. After Liberation, my grandfather became destitute. The government confiscated everything in his house.
During the famine, he exchanged his secretly hidden gold ring for half a bag of rice, which helped him survive that period.
During the Cultural Revolution, my grandfather couldn't escape being criticized and struggled against. My father and grandmother accompanied him back to
his rural hometown for reform. My father only had a high school education, but because of his family background, he couldn't even go to university and
didn't have a job, so my family was very poor.
Another reason my family was poor was that my mother's family was also poor. My great-uncle's family were originally fishermen on the river, and at that
time, the biggest wish of fishermen was to settle down on land. My great-uncle's family had a knack for business. They not only caught and
sold fish, but also bought fish from other fishermen and sold them at the county market. In this way, they accumulated a considerable fortune.
Harboring a dream of owning land, they used their savings to buy over ten acres of land in our village. What they
didn't expect was that the year after they bought the land, liberation came. Land was scarce in our area, and my great-uncle's
family, with their ten acres, not only had their land confiscated, but they were also classified as landlords. Overnight, they became poor,
while the fishermen who had worked with my great-uncle were resettled in the village by the government. They all had their savings from years of fishing, and
each family was wealthier than my great-uncle's.
Perhaps it was a shared fate, but although my mother was seven or eight years older than
my father, she still married him. After the Cultural Revolution ended, my father, because of his education, was assigned to work in a factory in town.
My mother thought our family would finally become wealthy, but unexpectedly, my father was injured in an accident and could only
work as a gatekeeper at a factory. The burden of the family fell entirely on my mother's shoulders, so our family remained poor.
Uncle Zhou's family used to be very poor too. His father died young, leaving no able-bodied men in the family.
Aunt Zhou's family was from our town, and I heard their class background wasn't good. The reason Aunt Zhou agreed to marry Uncle Zhou was because,
although his family was poor, his uncle lived in Shanghai. Uncle Zhou's uncle had no children, so Uncle Zhou's sister was adopted by him.
Every year, his uncle and sister would bring gifts back to visit Uncle Zhou's family. It turned out that Aunt Zhou's marriage to
Uncle Zhou was a wise choice. She became the most beautiful and fashionable woman in our village.
After the reform and opening up, the eloquent Uncle Zhou became a manager at the town's materials company, while Aunt Zhou became
a foreman at a textile factory. Their family quickly became one of the wealthiest families in our brigade. In the early 1980s,
construction began in the village, but most families had limited funds, so they built a single-story house with a flat roof first, adding another story a few years later.
Only a few families were able to complete the entire house at once, and Uncle Zhou's family was one of them. Most other houses had
their walls painted grayish-white with lime and yellow sand, and some even had red brick walls. Only Uncle Zhou's house used
paint; the bottom meter was blue, while the top and ceiling were pure white.
Aunt Zhou was eighteen years older than me. She was very young when she married Uncle Zhou, and her son, Zhou Hao, was a year younger than me.
Perhaps because her family background was similar to mine, Aunt Zhou didn't discriminate against my family because we were poor; on the contrary, she treated us
very well. Her back door faced my front door, so I spent most of my childhood at her house because
it had many novel and interesting things. At that time, although many families in the village had built houses, the ground was still
the kind with compacted earth, so the houses were always wet when it rained. Uncle Zhou's house not only had a cement floor, but also
a large cement yard in front of his door. In the summer, he would put the television in front of the door, and the villagers from the neighborhood would come to his house
to watch TV or talk about the Classic of Mountains and Seas. When I was in elementary school, I would run to Aunt Zhou's house after dinner to
watch "The Legend of the Condor Heroes" and "Journey to the West." At that time, I was timid, and I
was too scared to watch the scenes of Mei Chaofeng practicing the Nine Yin White Bone Claw and Sun Wukong fighting the White Bone Demon three times.
Uncle Zhou's house also had many things that other families didn't have, such as a stereo radio and a portable color
television. At that time, many families didn't even have a black and white television, so we found the small television very strange. However,
the small television was broken by Zhou Hao after only a short time. What I remember most vividly is listening to
the tapes brought back from Shanghai at Uncle Zhou's house, including stand-up comedy and the Shanghai opera "A Bi Da Returns to His Mother's Home." At that time, I only knew that A Bi Da's aunt
was a good person, and I even thought that A Bi Da's aunt was Aunt Zhou.
Later, many families in the village bought black and white televisions, and my family bought one too. I remember we initially had a Hongdeng
brand, which my parents took great care of, always covering it with a towel. However, it didn't dissipate heat and broke after only a few days. We eventually
took it to the store and exchanged it for a Changhong brand. After more televisions appeared in the village, Uncle Zhou's house wasn't as lively anymore.
But Uncle Zhou also got a VCR, and whenever he got new videotapes, his house was like a video rental store.
Uncle Zhou's VCR was in his room. Although I often went to Uncle Zhou's house, it was only after they got the VCR that I
entered Uncle Zhou and Aunt Zhou's room for the first time. The furniture in the room was very shiny, and the whole room had a pleasant fragrance.
I only just learned that there was such a thing as perfume. No wonder Aunt Zhou's scent was always
different from the other women in the village.
For rural children, Sundays and summer vacations are usually spent catching fish and shrimp, and fishing for frogs. This isn't just for fun
; many rural children get their meat nutrition from these activities. Because Uncle Zhou's family was well-off, Zhou Hao rarely did
these things, and he couldn't even swim in the river. Later, Aunt Zhou asked the children from our village to take him, and that's how he
learned to swim.
Wonton is a popular food here. My mother usually makes wontons with vegetables
boiled and a little vegetable oil mixed into the filling, rarely adding an egg or two. Aunt Zhou's family, however, buys a pound or two of
meat to mix into the filling, making their wontons incredibly delicious. Every time Aunt Zhou ate wontons, she would bring a big bowl to our house, and
my mother would always let my sister and me eat first, even if it was just for her.
When I was in sixth grade, I went to Dongshan to dig bamboo shoots with children a few years older than me. I was smaller than the other children
, so I dug up less bamboo shoots, only half a bag, but I couldn't carry more anyway. When I got home, my mother cooked
bamboo shoots with homemade pickled mustard greens. Farmers grow their own vegetables, and my mother never bought bamboo shoots; she
only ate them occasionally at banquets. Usually, it was stir-fried bamboo shoots with pickled mustard greens or shredded pork, or, for a more elaborate version
, bamboo shoots with braised pork hock. My mother loved bamboo shoots, but her cooking them was numb and not very tasty
. That day, Grandma Zhou wasn't home, and Aunt Zhou's house was empty. Aunt Zhou didn't return until evening, and my mother asked me to take half a bag of
bamboo shoots to Aunt Zhou's house. Originally, my mother wanted to give Aunt Zhou a third of the bamboo shoots, but perhaps because her mouth was numb from the burn,
she asked me to take only half. Aunt Zhou was very happy to see me bring bamboo shoots. I secretly told her that my mother
hadn't originally intended to give so many, but because her mouth was numb, she asked me to bring so much. Aunt Zhou chuckled and
told me to tell my mom that bamboo shoots need to be cooked a little longer to prevent them from numbing her mouth. She even
took a piece of half-lean, half-fat cured pork from the jar of cured meat in the cupboard and gave it to me to stir-fry with bamboo shoots when I got home. That night, I ate
the most delicious bamboo shoot and pork stir-fry I can remember.
In my youthful ignorance, I dreamt of goddesses.
When I was in fifth grade, my dad brought home some old celebrity calendars from the factory to use as decorations. Because of
television and movies (open-air cinemas; there was a movie theater in town, but villagers rarely went to town to watch movies, they mostly watched open-
air ones. The movie I remember most vividly was a ghost movie, probably something like *Strange Tales from a Chinese Studio*, about a woman who was
robbed by a bully, committed suicide by hitting a stone lion, and became a ghost who met the protagonist; I don't remember anything else.), rural families liked
to stick used female celebrity calendars on their walls as decorations, which was a kind of idol worship at the time, especially for families with
girls.
My sister pasted the calendars my dad brought home on the wall of our room. We shared a room; my
bed was by the back window, and hers was by the front. The celebrity calendars were pasted around her
bed, one facing mine, so I saw it every morning when I opened my eyes. The actress in the calendar looked somewhat like Aunt Zhou.
Back then, most actresses were still natural; even if
they wore makeup, it wasn't heavy, unlike today's celebrities and internet stars who are unrecognizable without it.
Aunt Zhou dressed fashionably, and the villagers often called her "Shanghainese." Except for being
older than the actress, Aunt Zhou looked and dressed very similarly. Especially since rural women back then rarely permed their hair
, Aunt Zhou went to the city to get it done. Because I saw that calendar every day, I had a deep impression of that actress.
I believe those older than me would remember her even more vividly, because when I was in junior high school, that actress played
Su Daji. I think my infatuation with Aunt Zhou started with that calendar. Back then, I didn't understand anything;
I just thought Aunt Zhou was prettier than other women.
I liked Aunt Zhou not only because she was beautiful, prettier than other women in the village, but also because in my
heart, she was always a kind and approachable elder. The first time I truly felt that Aunt Zhou was a woman was during my summer vacation after my first year of junior high school
. A female factory worker was raped and murdered on her way home in the middle of the night. Back then, let alone a death, even the loss of
a chicken or dog would be the talk of the town for months. Unlike now, where news of people being murdered by intermittent mental
illness, accidental falls, or unexplained deaths while petitioning often leaves you numb. The case
was quickly solved: the perpetrator was an old bachelor who had been drinking that night and encountered the female worker on her way home. In a moment of impulse
, he raped her. The old bachelor, afraid she would scream, kept covering her mouth, but inadvertently
blocked her nose as well. Although the old bachelor was arrested the next day, the incident still
frightened many women.
Aunt Zhou worked two afternoon shifts a week, which happened to be the day after the incident. That evening, Uncle Zhou asked Zhou Hao
to pick up Aunt Zhou on his bicycle. I was watching videos at Uncle Zhou's house, and then went with Zhou Hao that night. I brought
a flashlight I used for catching frogs that night to light the way. After picking up Aunt Zhou, I had Zhou Hao and Aunt Zhou ride in front, and I followed behind to light the way. That day, Aunt Zhou
was wearing a floral dress made of polyester. In the daytime, it might not be noticeable, but under the flashlight, I could see Aunt Zhou
's thighs and some traces of her underwear. At that time, I didn't have any other thoughts about Aunt Zhou, just some
curiosity. But I knew that a woman's thighs shouldn't be looked at casually, so I pretended to bump along the road, occasionally shining the flashlight randomly
onto Aunt Zhou's buttocks and thighs. When we arrived at Aunt Zhou's house, Aunt Zhou got off and pushed the bicycle. I shone the light from behind and could see
Aunt Zhou's round buttocks and white panties underneath. Back then, most women over thirty in the village
still wore boxer shorts; only newlyweds wore these briefs. From that day on, Aunt Zhou
was completely different in my mind. Before, I went to Aunt Zhou's house to play with Zhou Hao or watch TV and videos; after that,
I went to Aunt Zhou's house to see what she looked like.
The boys in the village basically only wore boxer shorts in the summer, especially after showering at night. I was
no exception, but Zhou Hao was different; he often wore a nice t-shirt and suit shorts, which his aunt
bought for him from Shanghai. At that time, playing cards, especially "80-point," became popular. Besides catching fish and shrimp during summer vacation, we had another
activity. Every night, I would go to Aunt Zhou's house to play "80-point." The adult men usually played mahjong or "
two-eight-bar," but Zhou Hao, a few other friends, and I played "80-point" at Zhou Hao's house because Zhou Hao's house...
There was a ceiling fan, so it was cool.
That day, I went to Aunt Zhou's house to wait for a game of cards. Uncle Zhou was going to play mahjong, and Aunt Zhou had some reservations about
him going and didn't want him to go. Uncle Zhou smiled and said to Aunt Zhou, "You just stay home and call two young guys to play cards. I
'll come home after a short rest." After Uncle Zhou left, I played against Zhou Hao, and Aunt Zhou played against Er Ya from next door. Er Ya's
father and my great-uncle were of the same generation; they were both fishermen who made a living fishing in the river back then. Er Ya's younger sister
was my older sister's classmate, so I called Er Ya "older sister." Er Ya had just gotten married and came back to stay with her parents. Her family
lived next door to Aunt Zhou, and when she came to visit, she started playing cards with us.
Aunt Zhou had placed a smooth plastic-faced door panel in the main room to cool off. Zhou Hao and I were both small, so we sat on the door panel, while
Aunt Zhou and Er Ya sat on either side of it. Aunt Zhou and Er Ya had both showered. Aunt Zhou was wearing a loose-fitting undershirt
without a bra, her breasts faintly visible, especially her nipples, which were round and prominently displayed against the fabric
. Sitting on the door panel, my line of sight was high, and I could even see a bit of Aunt Zhou's cleavage. Although Aunt Zhou
was ten years older than Er Ya, her breasts were more prominent than Er Ya's, who had just given birth. Because Aunt Zhou and Er Ya's younger sister were close, Er
Ya had come to my house during the day to play and was breastfeeding her child. I had secretly seen Er Ya's breasts then; they were white and large,
with bluish vein marks, completely different from Er Ya's darker complexion, and her nipples were also very swollen. Even
so, Er Ya's breasts couldn't compare to Aunt Zhou's.
No wonder the other women in the village, and even the married men, referred to Aunt Zhou behind her back as
"that old lady." The more vicious ones called her a vixen; I knew it was all because these
people were jealous of Aunt Zhou. Several other farm women in the village had breasts as big as Aunt Zhou's, some even larger
, but they weren't as pretty, as well-proportioned, or as stylish as her. Their large breasts looked like
water-filled hot water bottles hanging on their chests, quite vulgar, unlike Aunt Zhou's, which drew the eye.
While playing cards, I secretly glanced at Aunt Zhou's breasts, and before I knew it, my penis was erect. I
never expected my penis to become like this. I developed late; my penis hadn't started growing hair yet,
and it wasn't very big when it swelled. But sitting on the door panel, close to the two women, Er Ya and Aunt Zhou noticed. I
was only wearing boxer shorts, and Er Ya and Aunt Zhou, sitting with their legs bent by the door panel, could see my penis
and testicles through my shorts. Married women dare to say anything, and Er Ya was no exception. Seeing that my penis was getting hard, Er Ya
laughed and said, "Oh dear, Tiger's all grown up, he's got a good eye for you, isn't he? Want your sister Er Ya to introduce you to a girlfriend
?" Aunt Zhou chuckled too. I was so embarrassed I wanted to disappear into a hole. I kept making mistakes at cards, and
Er Ya and Aunt Zhou teased me all night, even making Zhou Hao call me stupid.
Aunt Zhou's room had a large window on the north side, directly opposite my room, with curtains hanging above it.
When I slept at night, I could often see shadows moving in the window. Uncle Zhou's build was different from Aunt Zhou's, so I could tell whether
the shadow on the curtains was Uncle Zhou or Aunt Zhou. I didn't know what Aunt Zhou and Uncle Zhou were doing, and I was very curious.
Later, I noticed that the curtains in Aunt Zhou's room didn't reach the ceiling, leaving a gap of about ten centimeters. I
could see Aunt Zhou's room from my attic. That night, I secretly climbed up to the attic. I could
see Aunt Zhou's room, but only a part of it. I could only see Aunt Zhou and Uncle Zhou
talking by the front window. They always turned off the lights when they slept, so I couldn't see anything. I spied on them for many days.
Once, I saw Aunt Zhou changing clothes, but I only saw her back. It seemed like Aunt Zhou knew I was watching and wouldn't
let me see her large breasts.
My grades were quite good; I was usually in the top ten in my grade. I represented the school in county-level
math and physics competitions and even won third prize. So, I was a good student back then, and
I looked down on boys and girls dating. Aunt Zhou's niece, Wu Min, was a year older than me but in the same grade. I rarely
visited Aunt Zhou's house before; I had only met her two or three times, and then a few more times after starting junior high. Aunt Zhou's niece inherited
the good genes of Aunt Zhou's family and was a beautiful girl, but in my eyes, she couldn't compare to Aunt Zhou. Moreover, in
my eyes, Wu Min wasn't a good student because her grades were average, and she often hung out with the bad students at school
. Her class was downstairs from mine. One time during recess, I was standing on the balcony looking down when I saw Wu Min
leaning over the balcony wall. A boy grabbed her from behind and squeezed her breasts hard.
Wu Min screamed and turned around, but the boy ran away. When Wu Min saw me watching from upstairs,
she blushed and told me not to tell anyone about the boy squeezing her breasts. At that moment, I thought, "I don't care about your messy affairs. You're
nowhere near as good as Aunt Zhou.
" The first time I truly saw Aunt Zhou's breasts was in the second year of junior high. During the busy summer harvest, our homeroom teacher asked
all of us to help her harvest wheat. That afternoon, we had PE and labor classes, and the whole class went to our
homeroom teacher's house to work. Her land wasn't much, and the whole class finished the work in no time. I
went straight home from our homeroom teacher's house, passing by the textile factory where Aunt Zhou worked. Not long after the female worker was raped and murdered, Aunt Zhou
was transferred to the office, becoming what people now call a "white-collar worker." The textile factory was only a
little over a kilometer from our school, so Zhou Hao didn't need to bring lunch to school; instead, he ate at Aunt Zhou's factory. A few times I forgot my lunch and
went to Aunt Zhou's factory with Zhou Hao to freeload, so I knew which office Aunt Zhou had.
The textile factory's offices were a row of buildings against the wall, facing southwest. Outside the offices was a secluded gravel road. The
buildings were all quite old, with walls made of stones, about a meter high, and red brick walls on top. For security,
the windows were small, opening into the red brick walls. One day, I was riding my bike past the textile factory after leaving my homeroom teacher's house when I suddenly wanted to see
what it was like for Aunt Zhou to work in her office. The stone wall was easy to climb, but I couldn't get a foothold. I climbed onto the window, gripping the windowsill with both
hands and peering inside. I saw that Aunt Zhou's office door was closed, and light streaming in through the skylight illuminated
the desks and chairs inside. Aunt Zhou's desk was positioned horizontally opposite the door, and her chair was usually facing the desk. However,
when I saw her, her chair was facing the door. Aunt Zhou was leaning back in her chair, and her lower body was completely naked.
A pair of snow-white thighs were raised high, resting on the shoulders of a middle-aged man. The man, head down, was
squeezing Zhou's thighs forcefully. I couldn't see what the tops of their thighs looked like, but I knew Zhou's thighs were being
"fucked" by that man. At that time, I didn't even know the word "sexual intercourse," I only heard the villagers use the vulgar phrase
"fuck your mother's cunt!"
Zhou's legs were held up by the middle-aged man, her shirt was unbuttoned, and her bra was pulled up by
him, her two large, white breasts being constantly deformed by his touch. I was stunned. The perfect
Zhou's in my mind was having an affair with another man. I wanted to secretly watch Zhou's work, but I never expected to see
her naked breasts. I don't remember what the man said to Zhou's thighs at the time, I only remember Zhou's two
large, white breasts and her two white, raised thighs that looked like ram's horns. The middle-aged man would bite Aunt
Zhou's breasts one moment and lick her legs the next. Aunt Zhou held onto the desk beside her with one hand and gripped
the man's shoulder with the other; the veins in her hand bulged from the force. On the way home, my mind
was filled with images of Aunt Zhou's large, white breasts and parted thighs. I accidentally rode my bike into a ditch by the roadside and
got a good scolding from my mother when I got home.
After that day, Aunt Zhou's naked image frequently appeared in my dreams. The
idea that women appearing in men's dreams are mostly related to sex is quite true. My first nocturnal emission was when I dreamt of having sex with Aunt Zhou. The
feeling was peculiar. I couldn't see what Aunt Zhou's genitals looked like, but her breasts were incredibly real in my dream
—large and round, like inflated balloons slightly parted, with brown nipples erect on her white breasts.
I rubbed Aunt Zhou's breasts like that middle-aged man, and then I woke up to find my pants cold and wet. And so
, my naive infatuation with Aunt Zhou lasted for over two years.
I was severely unbalanced in my studies; back then, I only heard the saying, "Master math, physics, and chemistry, and you'll be invincible," so I
didn't pay much attention to Chinese and English. Only now do I realize how important Chinese is. It's like in ancient times: those who risked their lives
in battle were military generals, while those who could kill silently with a few words in the court were scholars.
During my middle school entrance exam, I didn't understand the last math question and missed getting into the county's top high school by a few points. At that
time, I didn't understand the national education system. The teacher said that going to a vocational school would allow me to become a government employee sooner and start earning money earlier, so
I went to a vocational school because my family wasn't well-off. My sister was lucky; she didn't get into vocational school but went to a regular high school and eventually a
junior college. Now, my sister and brother-in-law own two apartments in a supposedly first-tier city, and they're considered middle class
, while I'm still working in a factory. Of course, there's also the issue of emotional intelligence involved. I inherited my father
's taciturn and honest personality, while my sister, like my mother, is good at socializing.
I was the second person in our village to receive government-funded employment. Back then, changing a rural household registration to an urban household registration cost at least
eight thousand yuan, a huge sum in the early 1990s, so everyone in the village envied me. Now I realize
that this government-funded household registration is worthless, even less valuable than a village household registration.
Going to study in another city broadened my horizons. The things teenage boys talked about in the dorm were varied and
chaotic, but women's topics always occupied a significant portion. The sentence I remember most vividly was
said by the person on the opposite bunk: "Whether a woman is beautiful or not, look at her thighs; whether she's sexy or not, look at her waistband." Aunt Zhou was definitely beautiful, but I often wondered
if she was a sexy woman. Besides that, I often read semi-erotic novels, fantasizing
that I was the male protagonist and Aunt Zhou was the female protagonist. Aunt Zhou
often appeared in my dreams at night.
Mountain bed, forest blankets, her heart grants my wishes.
During my first summer vacation in vocational school, my relationship with Aunt Zhou suddenly changed. After Zhou Hao finished his high school entrance exam,
he went to his aunt's house in Shanghai with his grandmother. At that time, the eastern part of the city began to develop into a development zone, and our small town became lively
, with many small restaurants opening up. River delicacies were the specialty of these restaurants, the most famous being river shrimp.
The villagers in our village often went to the river to catch shrimp to sell. The large ones could sell for ten yuan a pound, and the smaller ones for seven or eight
yuan a pound. The skilled villagers could catch three to five pounds at a time, earning more each day than people working in factories
. Aunt Zhou was a little envious and asked me to take her to the river to catch shrimp. Aunt Zhou wasn't really envious of the money from selling shrimp; she just
wanted to catch some shrimp to eat herself so she wouldn't have to buy from others.
I was naturally happy to accompany Aunt Zhou to catch shrimp. Aunt Zhou's shrimp-catching skills were probably the worst in the village, but she was the most beautiful
shrimp-catching woman. That day, Aunt Zhou was wearing a short-sleeved floral shirt made of polyester and light blue denim shorts, except for
a pair of old-fashioned sandals. This outfit was more than anything you'd wear to the river to catch shrimp; even women her age in the village would
n't dress so nicely for a day trip to the market. The riverbank for shrimp catching was on the north side of the mountain; you either had to climb over it or cycle around. Aunt Zhou was
n't a very good cyclist, so we chose to climb over. The mountain wasn't high, and it didn't take much longer than cycling around.
Aunt Zhou had never been to the river to catch shrimp before, and she kept asking me how to do it. I explained and
gestured to her, and when she didn't understand, I even held her hand and demonstrated the movements. This was the first time I
had physical contact with Aunt Zhou, even though it was just touching her hand, my heart was
pounding in my chest. Aunt Zhou, wearing sandals, walked carefully on the mountain path, her white legs constantly
flashing before my eyes. Two years ago, the image of the middle-aged man licking Aunt Zhou's legs flashed through my mind again. If I could
lick Aunt Zhou's legs like that, would she be happy?
There were many riverbanks along the river north of the mountain suitable for catching shrimp. Aunt Zhou and I chose a less crowded spot, but we didn't dare go to
deserted areas because I didn't understand the ebb and flow of the tides back then. When the tide was high, the village elders would
shout loudly; if you were too far away to hear their calls, it would be dangerous.
Many thin, slender grasses, like leek strands, grew on the riverbanks. At high tide, they were as tall as a person, and at low tide,
they would lie flat on the riverbanks. In some places, there would be a few centimeters of standing water. Shrimp that didn't recede into the river with the tide would
cling to the bottom or the grass roots. Shrimp catchers would bend down and feel their way forward to grab the shrimp from the water. Aunt Zhou's
shrimp-catching skills were really poor; she didn't catch a single shrimp in half an hour. My catch wasn't much either, only about half a bowl.
Aunt Zhou couldn't catch any shrimp and got very dirty. When she saw me laughing, she giggled too. I noticed that Aunt Zhou couldn't catch any shrimp.
So I suggested we go to a small pond. A small pond is basically a small pool where you drain the water, and
the fish and shrimp will naturally be exposed, making it easy for even those who don't know how to catch shrimp to catch them. Aunt Zhou was naturally
happy to see me taking her to a small pond. We found a pond in the grassy area that was a little bigger than a table. Seeing that no one had touched it, we
used the broken porcelain basin I had brought to drain it.
The water quickly dried up, and Aunt Zhou saw shrimp heads popping out of the water and excitedly shouted, "Tiger, look quickly
! There are shrimp and fish!" In that pond, Aunt Zhou and I caught about half a pound of shrimp and
a few palm-sized whitebait. "Tiger, when can you catch shrimp? I'll tell you to find a bigger pond."
Having learned from the small pond experience, Aunt Zhou told me to find a larger one. Later, we found a
small pond, about five or six square meters in size. It was quite full, and I worked up a sweat trying to drain it. Aunt Zhou and I
had a good haul; together we caught over two pounds of shrimp and two basins of various small river fish.
Aunt Zhou got quite wet while fishing, especially her pants. She
hadn't squatted properly while catching fish and had landed on some water-covered reeds. Her bottom wasn't
very dirty, but it was soaked. If she were wearing her usual white summer pants, her lower body would have been practically exposed
. Even if she were wearing jeans, her white panties would be clearly visible. I couldn't help but think of
what my classmate had said: "How sexy is it? Look at the waistband." Aunt Zhou's wet pants must have looked quite sexy.
Aunt Zhou, oblivious to my intense gaze, simply found some clear water in the pond and washed the mud off her clothes. My
polyester shirt was very thin; even though only a small patch was wet, I could already see the outline of her bra. Just as I
was lost in thought, staring at Aunt Zhou's breasts, someone shouted in the distance, "The tide's coming! Get ashore!"
Aunt Zhou and I quickly grabbed our shrimp baskets and ran towards the riverbank, afraid of being swept away by the tide if we were too slow. Although we said we were running, on the riverbank, we
were almost walking, stumbling and struggling, and our legs were long and powerful, causing our hips to sway violently.
Sometimes Aunt Zhou would run ahead of me, her wet pants clinging to her round buttocks, and the way she swayed her hips made
me feel a surge of desire; my penis involuntarily hardened. Afraid of being seen, I had to hang the shrimp basket in front of
my chest, using it to cover my penis.
Once ashore, those who had come by bicycle rode back, while a man from a neighboring village went back with Aunt Zhou and me over the mountain. When we reached
the mountainside, the man headed east. Seeing that no one was around, Aunt Zhou asked me to watch her while she went to find a secluded
spot to urinate. Aunt Zhou didn't dare go far alone, so she followed me into a grove of trees. She then had me stand
behind a tree while she went to relieve herself in a small clearing about seven or eight meters ahead. Perhaps Aunt Zhou was in a hurry, because the sound of her urination
was particularly loud. Listening to the rushing water, the blurry image of Aunt Zhou's genitals from my dream reappeared in my mind.
What exactly did Aunt Zhou's genitals look like? Carrying two shrimp baskets, I couldn't help but turn my head curiously to look at Aunt Zhou. I
saw that Aunt Zhou had her back to me, her snow-white buttocks slightly raised, and a stream of bright white liquid was shooting out from between her legs
. Aunt Zhou was on an uphill slope, but even so, I could only see some blackness between her legs; the urine was
spraying from that black area, but I couldn't make out what that black area looked like. Seeing that Aunt Zhou had finished urinating, I
immediately hid behind a tree, waiting for her to come over. I saw her half-squatting as she moved forward, her crotch now
completely exposed to my view. Even from seven or eight meters away, and with the dim light in the forest, I could only see
a red slit between her dark genitals. My first thought was, "So
this is what a woman's 'vagina' looks like."
Aunt Zhou noticed a small pool not far in front of her, formed by mountain spring water seeping through the rock strata. It was only about
the size of a washbasin, and the water was just a hand's width deep. She dipped her palm in the water and washed her genitals. After a while,
Aunt Zhou finally put on her denim shorts and walked towards me. Seeing that I was facing her, she asked, "Tiger,
are you going to peek at your aunt's butt now?"
I don't know where I got the courage, but my face turned red and I said to Aunt Zhou, "Aunt, I want to
call you 'real pussy'!" Aunt Zhou didn't expect me to say such a thing to her and was stunned for several seconds. Then she saw
my erect penis and laughed, "Tiger, 'real pussy' is something adults do. If you want 'real pussy,' you'll have to wait for your
mother and your mother to do it. Your aunt is your uncle's mother, so your aunt can only call your uncle 'real pussy.'"
In my mind, Aunt Zhou had always been a refined woman, unlike those uncultured village girls like Er Ya. But Aunt Zhou
was, after all, a married woman, and she wasn't embarrassed at all when she said the word "real pussy."
"How come I saw my auntie calling someone else's little sister in the office?" Aunt Zhou was
shocked by my words and asked how I knew. I told her what I had seen that year. "Tiger, have you
ever told anyone about this?" I shook my head. Aunt Zhou said again, "Don't tell anyone about this
."
I swear that I told Aunt Zhou about her affair not to blackmail her, but to tell her that even if
you're not married, you can still have sex. Aunt Zhou agreed to my request and even took my hand. But I didn't
know if what Aunt Zhou meant by "Don't tell anyone about this" was about her affair at the factory or about what was about to
happen between us.
"Tiger, are you going to have sex later?" Aunt Zhou glanced at my crotch again. Men who catch shrimp, like me, wear
boxer shorts, their erect penises pushing the shorts open. "Of course I will. If the little guy's hard, he'll
call the girl to have sex." I placed the shrimp basket on the slope by the tree, pulled down my pants, and my erect
penis peeked out from the leg. Aunt Zhou lay down on the other side of the slope. Since we were going to catch shrimp, she
wasn't worried about getting grass juice on herself. Aunt Zhou unbuttoned her shorts, pulled them down to her buttocks, and
raised her legs high, just as I had peeked at, her snow-white buttocks facing my face.
Only then did I truly see what Aunt Zhou's genitals looked like, instead of always being unable to see them clearly in my dreams of having sex with her
. Aunt Zhou didn't have much pubic hair, but perhaps because it had just been washed, it looked very dark and
shiny. The protruding labia are light brown, similar in color to my scrotum, but the slit in the middle is a tender pink
, even more tender than my virgin glans.
"Tiger, come here, remember not to tell anyone else about this." Aunt Zhou, wearing pants, couldn't
spread her legs, so she could only hold them with both hands, letting me stand below her and penetrate her little cunt. I said I knew how to penetrate, but I only
knew that inserting a man's penis into a woman's cunt was penetration; I'd never actually done it. Everyone says that
a woman's cunt is very loose after childbirth, and a man's penis can be inserted with a little force. But Aunt Zhou's cunt was very tight. Perhaps
it was because her legs were tightly closed, or perhaps it was because it was my first time and I didn't know the proper technique.
I rubbed my glans against Aunt Zhou's cunt, but I couldn't penetrate. A few times I even bumped into Aunt Zhou's anus.
"Tiger, don't move, let your aunt help you." Seeing that my penis couldn't get into her cunt, Aunt Zhou
told me to stay still while pressing against her buttocks. She reached out and grabbed my penis, and with her other hand, gently parted her tightly closed
labia, guiding my penis inside. Aunt Zhou's labia were brown, but the inside was a delicate pink,
like the fleshy edge of a small scallop emerging from the riverbank. I watched as my swollen, purplish-red glans, guided by Aunt Zhou,
slid into her pink, tender little pussy.
Aunt Zhou's pussy was tight and hot; at first, it was difficult to insert, and the foreskin under my glans felt like
it was being torn apart. I lowered my body, inserting my penis all the way into Aunt Zhou's little pussy, and slowly thrust in and out a few
times. Aunt Zhou's vagina became slippery, and I adapted to Aunt Zhou's wetness. The pain of tearing the foreskin
disappeared, replaced by an incredibly smooth feeling. No wonder adults like a real pussy; a real pussy is such a
wonderful thing. Aunt Zhou saw me lower my head and press my legs against hers, then spread her legs and wrapped them around my neck. My eyes
moved from her genitals to her chest. Aunt Zhou's breasts trembled gently with my thrusts,
and my mind was filled with the image of that middle-aged man holding Aunt Zhou's large, white breasts in his hands.
"Ouch, Tiger, be gentle..." My hands suddenly grabbed Aunt Zhou's two large breasts, squeezing them
too hard and hurting her through the thin shirt. Although there was a shirt in between, the first time I had my hands
completely pressed against Aunt Zhou's breasts, I was incredibly excited, kneading her large breasts forcefully through the shirt and bra.
I had only seen Aunt Zhou's breasts before, only knowing that they were large, but it wasn't until my hands were on her chest that
I felt how soft and beautiful they were. No wonder that middle-aged man
held Aunt Zhou's breasts so tightly, no wonder the men in the village envied Uncle Zhou, touching Aunt Zhou's breasts felt so good.
I was so excited about my first time having sex that I wanted to unbutton Aunt Zhou's shirt and touch her breasts again. My trembling hands
had barely unbuttoned the two buttons on Aunt Zhou's shirt when I felt a tingling sensation in my lower body. My first
ejaculation while fully conscious was inside Aunt Zhou's little cunt.
Aunt Zhou saw that I was half-lying on her thighs, motionless, and knew I had ejaculated. She didn't say anything, only
told me to get up and fix my pants. She stood up herself, touched her genitals as if checking for anything
leaking from her vagina, and then pulled up her denim shorts.
"Tiger, I heard that some students in junior high have already had sex. Have you ever had sex with any
girls in school?" Aunt Zhou buttoned up her shirt again, looked around to make sure everything was alright,
and then left the grove with me.
"Yes... this is my first time having sex." I didn't know how long a man could last, but I'd heard from the villagers that
this was premature ejaculation, so I felt a little embarrassed talking to Aunt Zhou.
It's shameful to be looked down upon by the woman you consider perfect . Aunt Zhou said men are easily aroused the first time, and my situation was normal.
Aunt Zhou and I hiked back up the mountain together. On the way, she asked me about my school. Before we even reached the summit, seeing
Aunt Zhou's breasts bouncing as she climbed, my penis hardened again. I mustered my courage once more and
said to Aunt Zhou, "Auntie, I want to call you 'real pussy' again." Aunt Zhou paused, looked down at my crotch,
and seeing my erection, looked around. On either side of the summit was a large, dense forest, more secluded than the small grove we'd just passed
. Aunt Zhou then pulled me into the forest.
Perhaps finding this forest more secluded than the previous one, Aunt Zhou simply took off her denim shorts and briefs
and laid them on the grass in the woods. She bent her legs and lay down on her shorts. I pulled down my shorts and knelt between Aunt Zhou's snow-white
legs. This time, I was more experienced, and Aunt Zhou's vagina was still a little wet. More importantly,
since Aunt Zhou had taken off her pants, her legs could be spread apart. When she opened her legs, her previously tightly closed little pussy was
torn open into a wet, fleshy hole. I thrust my glans into that wet hole, and unexpectedly, it went all the way in.
My hips and Aunt Zhou's genitals were pressed tightly together.
I moved my hips between Aunt Zhou's legs, and my hands went to unbutton Aunt Zhou's shirt. I
unbuttoned it from top to bottom, and Aunt Zhou unbuttoned it from bottom to top, and soon all the buttons on her shirt were undone. Only Aunt Zhou's bra was difficult for me
to undo, so I imitated the middle-aged man and pushed Aunt Zhou's bra down to Aunt Zhou's neck. Aunt Zhou's two
breasts were completely exposed to my eyes, so white, so big, even the brown nipples and the
light brown areolas the size of coins looked so beautiful and charming.
I eagerly lowered my head and took one of Aunt Zhou's breasts into my mouth, while I held her other breast in my hand
and kneaded it. Aunt Zhou didn't refuse my suckling of her nipple, but told me not to bite it and not to leave any teeth
marks on her breast. I suckled Aunt Zhou's nipple like a baby suckling, while holding her other breast in my hand.
Both of Aunt Zhou's nipples became hard under my stimulation. At that time, I didn't know that this was also
a manifestation of female sexual arousal; I just found it somewhat magical.
"Tiger, you've made your aunt's body warm." Aunt Zhou was no longer satisfied with me kneading her breasts and instead asked me
to lie on top of her and rub my body against hers. I did as she said and lay on top of Aunt Zhou. Aunt Zhou reached out and hugged
my back tightly, and our naked bodies pressed tightly together. I felt Aunt Zhou's body temperature, but
Aunt Zhou, lying motionless on the hillside, was even warmer than me.
Aunt Zhou hugged my back, and I gripped her delicate shoulders. Our naked bodies were intertwined in the mountain forest
. My penis continued to thrust inside Aunt Zhou's wet, juicy vagina, feeling it becoming increasingly slippery and...
It was so hot, it felt like it was melting my glans. Suddenly, Aunt Zhou's vagina shrank, and
when I inserted my penis, it felt like it was being entangled by the riverbank's silk grass.
"Auntie, did your vulva suddenly shrink?" I lay on top of Aunt Zhou, my chest pressing tightly
against her large breasts, rubbing against them.
"Tiger, it doesn't matter, don't worry about Auntie, hurry up and use your penis to fill Auntie's vulva." Aunt Zhou still
held me tightly, telling me not to stop. Hearing Aunt Zhou's words, I knew she was alright, so I thrust into Aunt Zhou
's little cunt again.
"Mmm, mmm... ah... ah..." Aunt Zhou couldn't help but moan. Later I learned that this was
the sound a woman makes when she orgasms. Aunt Zhou's voice was beautiful, and her moans made my heart flutter. My
glans was squeezed by Aunt Zhou's vagina, and I ejaculated another wave of semen. This time, I felt it more clearly; I could feel
my semen shooting out of the small hole in my glans. At that time, I didn't know that a man should continue to caress a woman after ejaculating
, touching her body. I only knew that I was lying on top of Aunt Zhou, feeling her strong heartbeat.
I was only wearing a pair of boxer shorts, which I pulled up to be dressed. Aunt Zhou put on her underwear and
trousers before she started to tidy her bra and shirt. Her bra was messed up by me, so she simply took it off and put it back on.
Village women like my mother still wore bras they made themselves, but Aunt Zhou wore a new-style
dark red bra with lace trim, the kind that young married women wore. Aunt Zhou sat on the grass, her large, white breasts drooping slightly under gravity
. Many village women didn't wear bras after bathing at night, and they did this when visiting each other, so I had seen
many village women's breasts swaying through their clothes, but Aunt Zhou's were the most beautiful.
"Auntie, your mother's head is really big! No wonder everyone in the village calls you 'Auntie' behind your back
." I didn't dare tell Aunt Zhou that people in the village called her a vixen behind her back. I touched Aunt Zhou's large breasts,
carefully watching how she wore her bra, so it would be easier to unhook it later.
"Really? Tiger, is your mother's head as big as your auntie's?"
"It shouldn't be. My mother's head doesn't seem as big as your auntie's when she's dressed. I've
never seen my mother's head since I grew up. When Er Ya was older, my mother had to call her 'Auntie,' and it was the same size.
Now it's definitely not as big as your auntie's. Besides, Er Ya's head is black and thick, not as pretty as your auntie's." "You even peeked at Er Ya's mother?" Aunt Zhou asked me with a smile. I said I 　　peeked
when Er Ya was breastfeeding at my house .
As we left the woods, I asked Aunt Zhou why she was having an affair with that middle-aged man. Aunt Zhou said
he was the factory manager and told me not to meddle in adults' affairs or mention it to anyone. She also told
me to study hard, find a good job, and save money to get married.
On the way down the mountain, Aunt Zhou went first, telling me to wait a few minutes. I sat under a tree watching Aunt Zhou sway her
round bottom as she went down, thinking to myself, "I actually had sex with my favorite Aunt Zhou like this, how amazing
!"
When I got home, my mother asked why I was so late, since Aunt Zhou had already returned. I thought it was Aunt Zhou who made me late
. But I didn't dare tell my mother, only saying that I saw a big frog on the way and tried to catch it but failed, which made me late
. My mother scolded me a few times, saying that I had wasted so much time, and the shrimp were all dead, so they wouldn't fetch a good price.
I then said that I hadn't caught many shrimp today, so I shouldn't bother selling them and just keep them at home to eat. I knew Aunt Zhou wouldn't sell the shrimp she caught
; she kept them at home to eat.
After that, Aunt Zhou went shrimp-catching with me a few more times, but she didn't always have sex with me in the mountains. Twice,
Zhou Hao also went with us to catch shrimp by the river. Zhou Hao's shrimp-catching skills were even worse than Aunt Zhou's; he went purely for fun.
Over the summer, I had sex with Aunt Zhou six times in total, five times in the mountains, and one time at her house
.
That day, I knew Zhou Hao had gone to Wu Min's house in town. Uncle Zhou had gone on a business trip a day earlier, and Aunt Zhou and Grandma Zhou were at
home. Around five o'clock in the evening, I saw Aunt Zhou cooking alone in the kitchen, so I knocked on her back door.
In the countryside, people usually don't close the door when someone is home. Aunt Zhou was an exception; she would
close the door when she was home alone. I guessed Grandma Zhou wasn't home either.
Aunt Zhou's kitchen was in a small room behind the main house, with a courtyard in the middle. Cooking in the kitchen this way
wouldn't fill the whole house with fumes like at my house, especially when it's windy outside and the smoke can't escape,
making it very choking when cooking. Afraid Aunt Zhou wouldn't hear me, I knocked on her kitchen window first. Aunt Zhou
opened the door when she saw it was me. Aunt Zhou's small house was somewhat dark, and I closed the back door as soon as I entered. The small house was divided into two rooms. Aunt Zhou
went back to the east-facing kitchen to cook, and I watched her.
Aunt Zhou was wearing a white gauze skirt and a thin, floral-patterned, round-necked silk blouse, especially the top
, which revealed her deep red bra. She wore an apron, which was pulled tight, pressing down on
the lower edge of her breasts, making them appear larger and firmer than usual. Aunt Zhou asked if I had eaten dinner, and I said no
, my mother wouldn't be back until six o'clock. For those few minutes, Aunt Zhou and I didn't speak. Aunt Zhou actually knew why
I had come to see her, but she wouldn't say anything, and I couldn't bring myself to say anything while watching her cook.
Aunt Zhou's kitchen was cleaner than mine. She cooked rice in an electric rice cooker and stir-fried vegetables on a gas stove.
They only used the old-fashioned stove when making large pots of bone broth or wontons, so there were hardly any firewood residues in the kitchen.
After Aunt Zhou finished cooking, I asked her where Zhou Hao had gone. Aunt Zhou laughed and asked me back, "Don't I know
where Zhou Hao went?
" "Auntie, I...I want to ask you to have sex again..." Because I'd never had sex with Aunt Zhou at home before,
I didn't know if she would agree.
"Little Hao's wife is home, don't come here randomly." Aunt Zhou placed the cooked dishes on
the dining table in the middle of the room. I was a little disappointed by Aunt Zhou's words; I thought she was alone at home after closing the door. Aunt Zhou
chuckled when she saw my disappointed look. "I told you so! Little Hao's wife
went to Lang Chen Dapao's house at the village entrance."
"Auntie, is it true that the villagers are saying Grandma Zhou made Chen Dapao sleep?" I asked Aunt Zhou,
somewhat surprised by her words, if it was true that Grandma Zhou and Chen Dapao were having an affair. Aunt Zhou nodded.
Grandma lost her husband in her early thirties, so it was normal for her to find a lover. At the head of the village (referring to the brigade, administrative village) was
Chenjia Village (referring to the team, natural village). Chen Dapao was that man's nickname. Some said his penis was huge, and
his wife was "forcefully raped" by him, hence the name Chen Dapao. Others said he was straightforward and a "cannon
general," so they called him Chen Dapao. Rumors of Grandma Zhou's affair with Chen Dapao had circulated for years. It was said that Uncle Zhou disliked
Chen Dapao's poverty and forbade his mother from seeing him. Because of the many rumors in the village, Grandma Zhou, out of consideration for Uncle Zhou's feelings,
could only secretly have an affair with Chen Dapao. Uncle Zhou wasn't home today, so Grandma Zhou would probably be back very late.
Knowing Grandma Zhou wasn't home, I went up and hugged Aunt Zhou's waist, helping her untie her apron. "Oh no , I can't let anyone see!" My house and Aunt Zhou's house were in the last two rows of the village; 　　few people
passed by my house , but that didn't mean none did.
The kitchen window in Aunt Zhou's house wasn't high, making it easy for people to see what was happening inside
. Aunt Zhou's words made me a little nervous, but I felt relieved when I saw no one was outside.
"Auntie, Fuquan wants you to go upstairs," I said, wanting to go to Aunt Zhou's room, which always had that
alluring fragrance. Aunt Zhou refused, afraid that if Grandma Zhou suddenly returned, it would be difficult to explain if she and I were upstairs. "
Fuquan wants you to hide behind the stove?" I noticed there was about half a meter of space behind the stove in Aunt Zhou's house, and there was no firewood. If the two of us
hid inside, we wouldn't be seen from the outside. Aunt Zhou was also in her prime, and
after having sex with me a few times in the mountains, she also enjoyed it. Hearing my suggestion, she moved a stool behind the stove, then took off her underwear
and sat on the stool, her legs raised high, her white gauze skirt falling to her waist, revealing her entire genitals
. Seeing Aunt Zhou's dark, shiny pubic hair, my penis instantly became hard. Aunt Zhou's legs were raised high,
one hand supporting her against the wall, the other against the stove, looking much like the way I'd spied on her in the office.
I pulled down my shorts, stood in front of the stool with my erect penis, grabbed Aunt Zhou
's snow-white thighs with both hands, and thrust my glans into her little cunt. After having sex with Aunt Zhou a few times on the mountain, my
skills in this area had improved a lot. For example, I knew that at the beginning, a woman's cunt wasn't wet, and if I thrust
hard right away, neither of us would feel comfortable. So, after inserting my penis into Aunt Zhou's cunt, I first thrust slowly, and
only started to speed up when her cunt was wet.
It was hot and humid in the summer, and Aunt Zhou and I were quickly soaked in sweat. I was fine, wearing shorts and a tank top,
so even if my tank top got wet, it didn't matter. But Aunt Zhou's clothes clung to her body, making her feel uncomfortable. I lifted Aunt Zhou's clothes
. At first, she wouldn't let me, but later, as she sweated more and it got hot and stuffy,
she ignored me and let me take her clothes off. I took off Aunt Zhou's clothes and bra and placed them on the stove. I grabbed Aunt Zhou's
smooth body and thrust into her violently, and Aunt Zhou couldn't help but moan. Seeing Aunt Zhou's alluring appearance, I
lowered my head and began to suckle her breasts. Aunt Zhou's lips were also beautiful, always tender red, and looked very moist
. After sucking on Aunt Zhou's breasts, I went to suckle her lips. Before, when I had sex with Aunt Zhou on the mountain, I had kissed
Aunt Zhou's lips, but it was just lip contact. I thought that was how men and women kissed. This
time, Aunt Zhou actually opened her mouth and stuck her tongue into my mouth. I sucked on Aunt Zhou
's tongue like I had discovered a new continent, and Aunt Zhou was panting heavily from my sucking. I sucked for a while, then imitated Aunt Zhou and
inserted my tongue into her mouth. Aunt Zhou sucked on the tip of my tongue, and the feeling was wonderful. That's when I realized that
this is how kissing between a man and a woman should be.
The stool had no backrest, and Aunt Zhou's pale body was uncomfortable and stuffy in the corner.
Halfway through, Aunt Zhou told me to stop. I was in the middle of it all and quickly asked Aunt Zhou what was wrong. Aunt Zhou said she was uncomfortable and
told me to change positions. I asked Aunt Zhou how to change, and she told me to pull my penis out and sit on the stool she was sitting on.
I did as Aunt Zhou said and sat on the stool. Aunt Zhou lifted her skirt and sat on her lap.
"Tiger, lift my skirt properly." The stool had no armrests, so Aunt Zhou used her right hand to support herself against the wall for balance
. She told me to grab her skirt, but her hand went inside the skirt and guided my penis, aligning
the head of my penis with her vagina, and then she sat down. That's how Aunt Zhou taught me a new sex position. Whenever
possible, I love this position with Aunt Zhou. Aunt Zhou supports herself against the wall with one hand, and I support myself against the stove with one
hand, both of us tightly holding each other's bodies with the other. Aunt Zhou then starts writhing her hips on top of me. My penis,
like a pestle, is swayed back and forth inside Aunt Zhou's vagina, requiring no effort from me, and it feels incredibly good. Most
importantly, Aunt Zhou's two large breasts sway constantly in front of me, and I can easily suck on her
erect, round, peanut-like nipples with a simple tilt of my head. Sometimes, I even let Aunt Zhou's hard nipples rub against my face; that feeling
is particularly wonderful.
At the height of the passion, Aunt Zhou supports herself on both sides, not only writhing her hips from side to side but also moving them up and down.
I, in turn, tightly hold Aunt Zhou's round, large buttocks and thrust hard, the kitchen filled with the sounds of "splashing, splashing."
When I ejaculate, Aunt Zhou and I are covered in sweat, slippery and sticky, as if we've just crawled out of a muddy swamp by the river
.
Perhaps not planning to go out, Aunt Zhou wasn't wearing a bra, just a short-sleeved shirt. Upon closer inspection,
her nipples were prominently displayed against the shirt, looking particularly alluring. I couldn't resist pinching one of her nipples through her clothes, and
Aunt Zhou slapped my hand. "You've already bitten Qi Qiao, and you still want to mess around? You're really going to hurt yourself!" Aunt Zhou let her
long, messy hair fall loose, then gathered it up and put it back up.
"Fanghua? Fanghua?" Just as Aunt Zhou and I were flirting behind the stove, my mother knocked on the window and called for
Aunt Zhou. Aunt Zhou's name was Fang, but perhaps because she was pretty, everyone in the village called her Fanghua to her face.
Aunt Zhou and I were both startled. Luckily, Aunt Zhou had already tied up her messy hair, and although her face was still flushed, it was hot and
humid in the summer, so my mother couldn't see anything. I hid behind the stove, and Aunt Zhou went to the window and asked my mother what
was wrong. Actually, Aunt Zhou knew that my mother was calling me home for dinner. Aunt Zhou told my mother I wasn't
at her house and asked her to look for me at Wenlong's house to the west. My mother left, and Aunt Zhou told me to go out the front door and
wait for her in the west of the village, so she wouldn't notice anything amiss.
Lotus feet play in the water, mandarin ducks yearn to fly together.
Holidays are always short, and holidays with Aunt Zhou are even shorter. At the end of August, I took the train to school, but my heart
was already longing for the winter vacation to arrive. If I had known I could actually have sex with Aunt Zhou, I shouldn't
have filled out my college application so far away. I should have done what Zhou Hao did, filling out an application for a neighboring city or even just my own city. Even if I rode a bicycle, it
would only take three to five hours to get home.
In mid-January, I went home with my backpack. Before I even got home, I heard the metallic sound of cymbals being struck coming from Aunt Zhou's house
. I went home and asked my dad what had happened. My dad said that Zhou Er had passed away. I was stunned. Zhou Er was
Uncle Zhou. Uncle Zhou, in the prime of his life, had died. Later, I learned that Uncle Zhou had a strange hereditary
disease, somewhat like asthma, which could lead to heart and lung failure and death. This disease is recessive, and
the probability of men developing it is much higher than that of women. Uncle Zhou didn't even know that his family had this disease. When Zhou Hao's grandfather died,
medicine was not advanced, and doctors had little experience with it, so they thought he died of asthma.
Aunt Zhou only told me about this; she didn't dare tell Zhou Hao, fearing it would burden him.
A large part of the reason Aunt Zhou was willing to have sex with me was because Uncle Zhou had developed symptoms of his illness, though neither of them knew it.
After becoming a manager, Uncle Zhou earned a lot of extra money. Men with money like to pursue women, and Uncle Zhou was no exception. Moreover,
Uncle Zhou was eloquent and handsome, and he had ambiguous relationships with several young women in the company. Coupled with excessive smoking and drinking, Uncle Zhou
's health was already compromised, and this compromised health easily triggered his hereditary disease. In the past two years, Uncle Zhou and
Aunt Zhou had been sleeping together less and less. Aunt Zhou knew about Uncle Zhou's philandering and assumed he
was no longer interested in her because of other women. Her emptiness and desire for revenge led her to have sex with me.
The sudden loss of the family's breadwinner was unimaginable for Aunt Zhou. As an inexperienced young man, I didn't
know how to comfort her, and I dared not mention the sex. Fortunately, Uncle Zhou had saved a considerable amount of money before his death,
and Aunt Zhou's income was also quite high, so Aunt Zhou's family was relatively well-off in the village. I thought that after some time,
Aunt Zhou would be able to get over her grief.
Summer vacation arrived again in the blink of an eye, and my relationship with Aunt Zhou was restored. The day after I returned home
, I went with Aunt Zhou to the riverbank to catch shrimp. I went first, and Aunt Zhou followed. I left before her and waited for her in the woods on the mountaintop. I don't know
if Aunt Zhou had been having sex with other men during this time, I only know that Aunt Zhou was more passionate than before when we were together,
and she even let me bite her calves. Aunt Zhou lay on her pulled-down pants, her two large breasts swaying wildly as I
bit them. After biting her calves, I climbed on top of Aunt Zhou and started biting her large breasts. Perhaps because Uncle Zhou was dead, Aunt Zhou didn't
have to worry about leaving marks on her body that would be discovered, so she didn't stop me when I sucked and bit her breasts until
I hurt her, at which point she asked me to bite less. I lifted up and saw a ring of my teeth
marks on Aunt Zhou's breasts.
"Tiger, don't stop, hurry up and fuck me, move your auntie down and fuck me properly..." Aunt Zhou cried, pulling me
down onto her again. I had grown quite a bit taller that year, and Aunt Zhou, who was about the same height as me, seemed
a little petite in my eyes, but her breasts were still so full and firm. I grabbed Aunt Zhou's breasts with both hands and
fucked her little pussy hard and fast. Maybe it was because I hadn't fucked Aunt Zhou for a year, I was so excited that I felt that
Aunt Zhou's little pussy was hot and tight, squeezing and sucking my penis, and I quickly ejaculated.
Aunt Zhou was pressed down on me, and her big breasts pressed against my chest, it felt so good. I lay on Aunt Zhou's soft body,
squeezing her big breasts, and even lowered my head to bite Aunt Zhou's nipples. After biting a few times, I kissed up Aunt Zhou's
neck, and after I kissed Aunt Zhou's red lips, Aunt Zhou asked me if I wanted more, and of course I did. Aunt Zhou
made me lie on her pants, spread her legs, and kneel on my thighs. She stretched out her jade-like hands and began to stroke my penis
. Young and vigorous, my penis quickly became hard again under Aunt Zhou's caresses. Aunt Zhou opened her jade-like hips and
sat down on my penis. I touched Aunt Zhou's snow-white thighs with both hands, watching her vagina
swallow my penis like an open mouth. Aunt Zhou swayed on top of me, which reminded me of
the scene in Aunt Zhou's kitchen. The light in the woods was better than in the corner behind the stove, and Aunt Zhou's two large breasts
swayed in front of me. I tilted my head back and, like a chick eagerly waiting to be fed, stretched my neck and took Aunt Zhou's erect
nipples, which were like wheat berries, into my mouth.
Aunt Zhou, in her prime, was even more frenzied, one hand supporting herself on the hillside, the other hugging my neck, almost pressing
my mouth against her breast. Her fair knees pressed against her trousers spread out on the hillside, her rising and falling buttocks
constantly teasing my penis. Every time Aunt Zhou's buttocks fell, I could feel the head of my penis pressing against
her vulva. The friction from the moment Aunt Zhou's vulva hit my penis head was so wonderful that I hugged
Aunt Zhou's body tightly, not wanting to be separated from her at all.
"Auntie, I'm feeling good now, are you feeling good?" I sat up from the hillside, and Aunt Zhou also
squatted on my lap. This way, she couldn't sit completely on my lap, but her buttocks moved even faster.
"Feeling good. Tiger, your bladder seems to have gotten a little bigger. Have you grown it yet?"
"Yes, I also feel that Auntie's cunt has gotten tighter." I held Aunt Zhou's waist with one hand and touched her
buttocks with the other. Aunt Zhou's buttocks were covered in sweat, which soaked our pubic hair, as if she couldn't hold
in her urine.
"Ah... Tiger... Auntie's coming again... Hurry up and sniff my mom's head..." Aunt Zhou leaned to one side
, one hand supporting her large breast, and stuffed her shiny brown nipple into my mouth. I bit down on Aunt Zhou's
nipple and sucked hard, thrusting my hips against Aunt Zhou's little pussy, finally reaching a long-awaited climax with Aunt Zhou
.
The mountain forest was silent, with the occasional bird chirping. After ejaculating, Aunt Zhou and I were still naked,
tightly embracing each other. I buried my head in Aunt Zhou's chest, breathing in
the air filled with the scent of her sweat and perfume. After a long time, I loosened my grip on Aunt Zhou's body slightly. Aunt Zhou held my shoulders with both hands
, gazing at me, then lowered her head and kissed me again. Our tongues intertwined, running from her mouth to mine
and back to hers, until our tongues went numb before we finally let go.
"Tiger, want to call Auntie's pussy a little more?"
"It feels so good, Auntie's pussy is so hot and wet, it feels so good! Auntie, my dick is hard again
." I touched Aunt Zhou's plump buttocks, and I could feel my penis erect inside her little cunt
.
"If it's hard, then go ahead and fuck me, anyway, Auntie's pussy has already fucked you. Auntie's used up all her strength
, so now you're on top." Aunt Zhou had just used up all her strength, so she let me be on top, and she lay down
on her pants. I guessed that in the months since Uncle Zhou died, Aunt Zhou hadn't fucked any other men, and her pent-up desires were
quite strong, so she went all out. Otherwise, she wouldn't have stayed with me in the mountains for so long. Later, I heard Aunt
Zhou say that she was a little unsteady on her feet when she walked down the mountain that day. I got home late that day, and I was a little worried. Luckily,
my mother also got home late from work that day, otherwise I would have been scolded again.
And so, during every holiday, Aunt Zhou and I would find every opportunity to have wild sex. Especially during
the summer vacation of my third year of vocational school, Grandma Zhou, no longer hindered by Uncle Zhou, openly moved into Chen Dapao's house. As for whether they
got a marriage certificate, I don't know. Whenever I was alone at my house or Aunt Zhou was alone at
her house, we would have wild sex at either of our homes. Because our two families lived at the back of the village and
had a good relationship, we often visited each other. Aunt Zhou also became bolder; even if someone saw us occasionally, they would assume
I was going to visit Zhou Hao or that Aunt Zhou was just dropping by.
Rural families usually have some vegetable gardens next to their houses, either cultivated by themselves or as their own private plot. Aunt Zhou
's private plot was right next to my house, next to our land. However, Aunt Zhou didn't grow vegetables; my parents
cultivated the land, and my mother and Aunt Zhou would dig up and eat the vegetables they grew.
Once, my older sister, who was in college, went to visit a female high school classmate in the city and planned to stay
for two days, so no one was home during the day. Aunt Zhou pretended to be digging vegetables in our field and entered our house through the back door
. I pulled Aunt Zhou upstairs, not to my room, but to my parents' room. Aunt Zhou asked me what I wanted to
do, whether I wanted to have sex on my parents' bed. Because my bed was a hardboard bed, and Aunt Zhou and I had
sex on it once, Aunt Zhou said my bed was too hard. My parents' bed was a common type of palm-fiber bed in the countryside at that time, which was
softer.
"Auntie, my father went to work today, and my mother won't be home until after four o'clock . She's not
home yet. What's wrong with asking you to borrow their bed?" I pulled Aunt Zhou into my parents' room, and Aunt Zhou
lay down on my parents' bed.
"Tiger, your mom and dad's bed is quite soft, isn't it? Quite comfortable." Aunt Zhou pressed down hard on the bed
, her whole body swaying. In the middle of summer, she was only wearing an apricot-yellow silk round-neck t-shirt, which was already somewhat
transparent. With this swaying, her full breasts seemed to shake like an earthquake.
Seeing Aunt Zhou's swaying breasts, I suddenly pounced on her and started biting her breasts through
her clothes. The palm-fiber bed shook violently, making Aunt Zhou giggle: "Don't bite anymore, you're drooling and
getting my clothes all wet."
I quickly rolled up Aunt Zhou's round-neck t-shirt, and her smooth skin pressed against the bamboo mat, making her skin
look even whiter and more tender. I was afraid that the old bamboo mat on my parents' bed would scratch Aunt Zhou's skin. "Auntie,
what's wrong? Does it hurt?"
"No, it's perfectly fine. Do you think I'm made of tofu?" Aunt Zhou raised her hands and took off
her undershirt, revealing a dark red bra underneath. Ever since I had sex with Aunt Zhou, I've often paid attention to women
's underwear, like bras. The village women would hang their washed bras to dry on their balconies,
visible as you walked by. Many village women around Aunt Zhou's age still used homemade cloth bras. New brides and unmarried girls,
like my sister, wore plain, flesh-colored bras. Only a few fashionable women wore
bras like Aunt Zhou's, decorated with patterns and brightly colored.
Aunt Zhou's bra was as smooth as her skin. I took off her bra and couldn't help but rub it against my face,
making Aunt Zhou laugh again, her large breasts trembling slightly. I lowered my head and suckled on Aunt Zhou's breast again
, while my other hand began to pull down her skirt. Aunt Zhou cooperated, taking off her skirt and panties,
and then sat up to take off my vest. Soon, Aunt Zhou and I were both naked. Aunt Zhou lay across the bed, her buttocks on
the edge. I stood by the bed, lifted Aunt Zhou's legs, and kissed her calves while thrusting my penis
into her wet vagina.
Perhaps because it was exciting in my parents' bed, Aunt Zhou's vagina was dripping wet. My glans almost
went all the way in, hitting the very center of her vagina, causing Aunt Zhou to moan involuntarily. Aunt Zhou struggled to raise her legs
, so she hooked them around my waist. I bent slightly, one hand on the bed, the other lifting Aunt Zhou
's body. Aunt Zhou also hooked her arms around my neck, making it easier for me to suck her breasts while we were having sex.
The summer sunlight was bright. My parents' room had light blue curtains made of polyester fabric, and
the mosquito net on the bed was also blue, giving the whole room a hazy blue feel. Under this light, Aunt Zhou's sweaty
skin looked like it was coated with a layer of light blue oil, shiny and smooth. Snap! I turned on the small ceiling fan by the bed,
and a cool breeze blew in, making me feel incredibly refreshed.
"This little ceiling fan is really useful, it's not cold when I'm sleeping at night, did your father buy it?" Aunt Zhou looked up at
the small ceiling fan above the mosquito net, her long black hair swaying in the wind, reminding me of Su Daji,
especially when Aunt Zhou tilted her head back.
"No, my aunt gave it to us." Aunt Zhou wanted to enjoy the breeze, so she lay back down on the bed. I grabbed
Aunt Zhou's snow-white thighs and thrust hard, and the room was filled with the sounds of "splashing, splashing."
"Ah..." Aunt Zhou arched her body, and her legs became stiff. I knew Aunt Zhou had reached her climax,
so I thrust a few more times forcefully. Aunt Zhou gripped the pillow with one hand and my wrist with the other, I couldn't tell if she was in pain or just
wanted me to go faster. After a few more vigorous thrusts, Aunt Zhou collapsed onto the bed again. Seeing that Aunt Zhou was exhausted, I slowed down.
Aunt Zhou, regaining her senses, said, "Tiger, you've gotten water all over your mother's bed."
"It's alright, I'll just wipe it off with a cloth after a while." Aunt Zhou, who was in her thirties, was very wet, making me...
Her genitals were wet, but it felt very slippery when we were having sex. Just as Aunt Zhou and I were getting into the swing of things
, we heard the voices of village women outside.
My parents' house faced an open space. To the east of the open space was Aunt Zhou's house, and to the west was Wenlong's
aunt's house. Next to Wenlong's aunt's house were two large camphor trees. Every afternoon around three o'clock, some elderly villagers from the neighborhood would
come to Wenlong's aunt's house to cool off. Our old house didn't have any partitions, and rural people talk loudly, so
Aunt Zhou and I could hear them, but we couldn't hear clearly with the windows closed.
"Auntie, what should I say if you want to go visit their house?"
"I can't hear you clearly, what's there to visit?" Aunt Zhou leaned back and hooked her arm around my neck, but I straightened up and
pulled my erect penis out of Aunt Zhou's little cunt. Aunt Zhou was still stunned. I pulled her to the window
and made her lean over it to look down. I stood behind her and started to masturbate her from behind. At first, Aunt Zhou
was afraid of being discovered, so she only dared to open the window a crack. Later, she became bolder and opened it to half a corner.
Aunt Zhou held onto the wall with one hand and gripped the windowsill with the other, her whole body half-lying down. Her smooth back formed a beautiful
curve, and her buttocks arched upwards, her full buttocks bulging on both sides, revealing an alluring cleft in the middle. I
thrust my erect penis between Aunt Zhou's buttocks, making her body sway back and forth.
Aunt Zhou never went to cool off with these villagers who talked about ancient history. When she had nothing to do at home, she would read novels.
The romance novels my sister had read were borrowed from Aunt Zhou.
"Tiger, do you know what they talk about when they're out enjoying the cool breeze?"
"Later? They're definitely talking about you, saying you're good-looking, pretty and charming, and that you must have a little girl outside
."
"Really? What are those people talking about?"
"They're just jealous of Aunt Zhou, saying you're prettier than her." As I spoke, I grabbed
Aunt Zhou's two large breasts, thrusting my hips repeatedly, forcefully penetrating her little cunt. Aunt Zhou lowered the curtains,
arching her buttocks back, allowing my penis to penetrate her cunt even deeper. She braced herself against the windowsill with one hand, and with the other, she
reached down to her vulva, gently stroking my scrotum.
"Aunt Zhou, this feels even better." Stimulated by Aunt Zhou's delicate hand, I thrust a few more times. Aunt
Zhou's vagina spasmed, squeezing my penis so tightly it trembled. A few moments later, I ejaculated into her
little cunt. Because Aunt Zhou was particularly wet this time, and we were both standing, my semen mixed with her vaginal fluids
, flowing out of her little cunt.
"It's coming out! Quickly, move me some paper!" I immediately grabbed some toilet paper from behind the bed where the toilet was and gave it to
Aunt Zhou. After wiping her genitals, Aunt Zhou squatted down to wipe up the water stains on the floor. While wiping, she talked to me
, "Tiger, some people were talking about me a bit."
"Nothing much, just talking about Ah Hao's wife, saying she married that silly Chen Dapao
."
"My grandma married some kind of person, mind your own business." Aunt Zhou wiped the edge of the bed again
before starting to get dressed, complaining about the gossipy villagers as she dressed. I said it was none of their business,
but they can talk, and we can't stop them. Aunt Zhou nodded helplessly. Aunt Zhou
put on her skirt and came to take the bra from my hand. I threw the bra on the corner of the bed and said to Aunt Zhou
, "Auntie, your mother's hair looks good, let me look at it a little longer." I hugged Aunt Zhou and fell back onto the bed.
At this point, I was still naked, and Aunt Zhou's skin was pressed tightly against mine again.
"Tiger, your mom's coming home soon after you take a break, don't make a fuss, be careful not to bump into her."
"It's alright, I can hear her when she opens the door." I half-pressed down on Aunt Zhou, my hands on her big
breasts, kissing and sucking them. Aunt Zhou didn't stop me, she just patted my head and said, "Tiger, your auntie doesn't know your mother
anymore, keep sniffing and you still can't smell her."
"Auntie, I love your mother the most. I wish I were Ah Hao and you were my son, then I could smell your
mother."
"You'll be my son from now on, don't call me auntie, call me Mom."
"Mom." I really called Aunt Zhou, and Aunt Zhou chuckled, "Tiger, is my mother really that pretty
?"
"Of course she's pretty. Auntie, look how pretty your mother is, so round and big, and so soft. If I told you
to sit down, you'd look like my older sister. In a couple of years, if you run out and say you're my mother, people will definitely believe it."
I pulled Aunt Zhou up to sit up, moved the mirror on the old-fashioned bedside table to the bedside, and helped Aunt Zhou to look in the mirror.
I leaned against Aunt Zhou, looking at myself and her reflection in the mirror. If I weren't so unattractive, I really would
look like Aunt Zhou's younger brother.
"Auntie, your bra is so pretty! There aren't many girls in the village whose bras are prettier than yours."
I took Aunt Zhou's bra and put it on her, praising it again.
"Your mom's bra is pretty, isn't it?" Aunt Zhou only knew that we had bras drying on our balcony, not that
those were my sister's.
"My mom still uses one she made herself. She refuses to throw away her worn-out clothes, and I'm thinking of
getting her to buy a new bra."
After getting dressed, I asked Aunt Zhou to dance with me. Aunt Zhou said how could we dance without music? I said I hadn't learned to dance yet
, just walking around with her would be fine. "Tiger, do you want to learn to dance so you can go to the school and pick up girls
?"
"No, I just want to dance with my aunt."
Aunt Zhou hugged me and we danced a slow waltz, our bodies almost touching, kissing as we danced. After
a few minutes, Aunt Zhou let go of me and wanted to go downstairs with me, saying that if we didn't go down soon, my mother would catch us upstairs.
Since Uncle Zhou passed away, Aunt Zhou's family was still one of the wealthiest in our western village, but Aunt Zhou
was noticeably more frugal than before, and she started to make do when she was home alone. These past few days, Zhou Hao had gone to her aunt's
house in Shanghai, so she went to the vegetable garden to dig up some small greens, planning to stir-fry a simple dish and make some tofu soup for dinner.
I helped Aunt Zhou wash the vegetables in the stream behind my house and catch small fish in the stream with a rice-washing basket for the cat. (Rural area)

There were many rats in the area, so many families kept cats. Cats love fish, and even 　　elementary school children know how to catch fish using a rice-washing basket . Aunt Zhou didn't like river fish. Before, she would buy ribbonfish every few days and feed the cats the fish juice,
attracting all the cats in the neighborhood to steal food from her food bowl. After Uncle Zhou died, Aunt Zhou bought sea fish less often, so I
would catch small fish and give some to her to feed the cats.
Aunt Zhou would sit on the stone slab watching me catch small fish, her delicate feet immersed in the clear river water. The small fish wouldn't come to my
basket to eat the fish juice, but instead swam around Aunt Zhou's feet, sometimes even nibbling at her toes. By this time, the sun
was already setting in the west, and the sunlight wasn't as scorching as at noon. It shone on Aunt Zhou, making her look especially beautiful. In particular, Aunt Zhou
was wearing a semi-transparent silk blouse, and the sun was shining on her, revealing her dark red bra
peeking out from under the apricot-yellow silk blouse. Her hair, tied in a ponytail, hung down in front of her chest, making her look like a beautiful portrait.
"Auntie, look at you! Even the fish know you're beautiful, they're all circling around you and won't run away
, just like the legendary beauty of a fish sinking and a goose falling from the sky!"
Aunt Zhou was naturally happy to hear me praise her, and said to me, "Tiger, I think you're quite charming and good at
talking, haven't you ever tricked any girls at school?"
"Yes, I only have Auntie in my heart." As Aunt Zhou and I were talking by the river, we heard my mother's loud voice calling from behind, " 　　What are
you two doing sitting on the riverbank ?" 　　Aunt Zhou turned around and saw my mother holding a plastic rice washing basket, and said, "I'll go to your field to pick some greens 　　, Tiger, help me with the vegetables, and we should catch some small fish to eat the cat." 　　"Fanghua, why don't you stay at my place for dinner tonight? You've been home alone for the past couple of days anyway. We 　　don't need to buy any groceries, just some porridge and rice." Aunt Zhou hesitated, trying to decline, but I insisted she stay. "Little 　　Aunt, please stay at my place for dinner, it's a rare treat!" Aunt Zhou, seeing that both my mother and I wanted her to stay, 　　finally accepted after a few refusals. 　　In the summer, I naturally took over the fire-starting work; I could just wipe myself down with a towel by the river after sweating—it was 　　n't so convenient for a woman. I was wearing shorts, tending the fire behind the stove, while my mother cooked. Aunt Zhou stood beside her, talking to my mother, 　　her eyes constantly glancing at my bare chest. 　　After finishing the fire, I took a towel to the river to wash up. On my way back, I overheard my mother talking to Aunt Zhou about her future plans. 　　The gist was that Aunt Zhou was still young and wondering what her future plans were. Of course, my mother wouldn't act as a matchmaker for Aunt Zhou; their social 　　circles were different, and Aunt Zhou would definitely not be interested in the people my mother knew. Aunt Zhou said she hadn't made any plans yet; everything 　　would have to wait until Zhou Hao got married. I stood blankly outside the window, a bitter feeling welling up inside me. 　　What should I do if Aunt Zhou really got married and found someone else? Should I break off my relationship with her, or continue this secret 　　affair? What if I could marry Aunt Zhou? Forget the gossip in the village; my parents 　　would be the first to disagree, and Aunt Zhou wouldn't agree either. 　　After dinner, Aunt Zhou went home to take a shower. My mother and I showered and then went to Aunt Zhou's house to watch videos. 　　After Uncle Zhou died, Zhou Hao often brought his friends to his house to watch videos, sometimes adults too. Aunt Zhou was the only one 　　sleeping in that room, and she felt uncomfortable, so she moved the video camera to the main room downstairs. Later, 　　after Grandma Zhou moved to Chen Dapao's house, Aunt Zhou moved the video camera to Grandma Zhou's room. As the saying goes, "A widow's door is always full of gossip, 　　" and after Aunt Zhou became a widow, fewer people went to Uncle Zhou's house to watch videos 　　. At night, unless it was Zhou Hao's friends, adults basically wouldn't go to the Zhou family's house to watch videos. When Zhou Hao wasn't home, no one went to the Zhou family's house to watch videos 　　, except for our family. 　　Aunt Zhou, after taking a bath, wore a white cotton undershirt. It wasn't as nice as the silk undershirt she wore during the day, but since 　　she wasn't wearing a bra after her bath, her two large breasts swayed in front of her as she walked, incredibly alluring. I 　　secretly glanced at my mother; she was also wearing an undershirt, but she couldn't compare to Aunt Zhou. They say a child doesn't despise their mother for being ugly, and I 　　've never thought my mother was unattractive, but my mother and Aunt Zhou really couldn't be compared. Aside from 　　having a good neighborly relationship, they were from completely different worlds. 　　It was past eight o'clock after watching one video, and my mother told me to go home to sleep. I told my mother to go home to sleep first; I 　　wanted to watch one more. My mom naturally wouldn't have guessed about my relationship with Aunt Zhou. She was just a little embarrassed, afraid of disturbing 　　Aunt Zhou's rest. Aunt Zhou said it was okay, she didn't have to go to work tomorrow. 　　My mom went back to sleep, and when I heard her close the back door of Aunt Zhou's house, I hugged Aunt Zhou and 　　started nibbling on her large breasts through her clothes. "I knew you wanted to watch videos and eat your aunt's breasts." 　　Aunt Zhou hugged my neck and the back of my head tightly. 　　"How about I eat them, little aunt?" 　　"If I don't eat you, I'll send you home to sleep." 　　"I know little aunt is very good to me." I hugged Aunt Zhou and sucked on her breasts for several minutes, 　　wetting the clothes around her nipples before I stopped. Aunt Zhou touched the damp clothes around her nipples, glared at me, 　　and said, "Tiger, what are you doing? My nipples are all wet. If you 　　run out in the morning, everyone will know." 　　"Little Aunt, I need you to watch another video." After Grandma Zhou moved to Chen Dapao's place, Aunt Zhou put her 　　bed in the back storage room, leaving only the old table for the television and a wardrobe. Seeing me 　　rummaging through the wardrobe, Aunt Zhou asked if I really wanted to watch a video. Aunt Zhou didn't know that I was looking for a Category III film, 　　borrowed by Zhou Hao from Wu Min's house. Actually, it wasn't Wu Min's house; Wu Min's house was on the street, rented out to someone who ran a video rental store. Zhou 　　Hao frequented Wu Min's house and became familiar with the owner. Since he had a VCR, he often borrowed tapes from the owner 　　. The owner knew Zhou Hao was the owner's nephew and naturally lent them to him. This time, Zhou Hao borrowed a Category III 　　film because his aunt suddenly invited him to Shanghai. Instead of returning the tape, Zhou Hao hid it in his closet. 　　The film starred Amy Yip. I don't remember the plot anymore, only one scene: Amy Yip, 　　soaking wet, was lying at the feet of an old man, who was stepping on her large breasts. 　　That actor often appeared in Hong Kong films, but I don't remember his name. I remember Amy Yip, and I remember 　　this scene because she had breasts as large as Aunt Zhou's.

Aunt Zhou knew it was an adult film after watching just the beginning. She patted my head and asked why I let Zhou Hao borrow such a film.
I said Zhou Hao borrowed it himself, it had nothing to do with me. Aunt Zhou turned the TV volume down a bit. I asked her
why, and she said if anyone walked by outside and heard the recording, they would start gossiping. This used to be
Grandma Zhou's room, and there were curtains on the windows, but the old house had poor soundproofing, so if the TV was loud,
it could be heard clearly outside.
Aunt Zhou wasn't satisfied with just turning down the volume, so she turned off the lights. When there was a passionate scene, Aunt Zhou and I
both started breathing heavily. I pressed my hand on Aunt Zhou's large breasts and said, "Auntie, your mother
is whiter and prettier than a little girl."
Aunt Zhou didn't say anything after I touched her, and turned around to sit on me. I was sitting in a small chair with a backrest, about forty
centimeters high. With Aunt Zhou sitting on my lap, both of our legs could touch the ground, so it felt quite stable. Aunt Zhou
took off my vest and then pulled down my shorts. My penis was already erect, and as soon as the shorts were pulled down,
the head of my penis stood up. Aunt Zhou was wearing a gauze skirt with white panties underneath. She stood up,
took off both her shorts and the gauze skirt, and sat down on my penis. It was hot in the summer, and when Aunt Zhou's lower body pressed against my penis head
, I could feel the heat from her pussy. Having watched the video, Aunt Zhou
was already aroused, and her wet pussy easily swallowed my penis.
The small chair had its advantages. Although it wasn't as comfortable as lying on the bed, Aunt Zhou and I could move
more freely while sitting on it. With our feet on the ground, we could exert force, and whether Aunt Zhou twisted her hips or I thrust into her pussy,
it was incredibly pleasurable for both of us. Halfway through our fucking session, Aunt Zhou and I turned the small chair ninety degrees
so that we could watch the video while fucking each other.
After I ejaculated, Aunt Zhou still held me as we sat on the small chair, my chin resting against her large breasts,
inhaling the mature, milky scent emanating from them. I told Aunt Zhou about eavesdropping on her
conversation with my mother before dinner. "Auntie, why don't you take a break for a couple of years instead of remarrying?" Aunt Zhou
shook her head firmly upon hearing my words. At that time, I was still a teenager and had no idea of
the hardships a single woman faced. Aunt Zhou's decision was tantamount to sacrificing her happiness for the rest of her life.
"Auntie, you're not asking Xiao Hao about him anymore because of Ahao?"
"Yes, Tiger, you mustn't let Xiao Hao tell you about his father."
"I know, Auntie, don't make me your father."
"I know what you're thinking. Even if I made you my father, I'd only do it secretly, and I wouldn't let anyone else know
." After a while, Aunt Zhou asked me again, "Tiger, did you know that Xiao Hao has a
girlfriend this season? Has he already told her about his girlfriend?"
"I don't know, he really told me about his girlfriend. I guess he's already told her about his girlfriend
. Auntie, are you afraid that something will happen to Ahao?"
"No, it would be best if he met a girl at school." I looked at Aunt Zhou's eyes and understood
her thoughts. Aunt Zhou was afraid that if word got out that Zhou Hao's father had died from a hereditary disease, it would affect Zhou Hao's future marriage
prospects. She believed that if Zhou Hao could find a girlfriend at school, she wouldn't know the cause of his father's death. From
a fair standpoint, Aunt Zhou's thinking was somewhat selfish. However, as a mother, her concerns
were understandable. After all, Zhou Hao only had a chance of getting the disease, not a certainty. Uncle Zhou's uncle in Shanghai
was in his seventies or eighties and still very healthy, as was Uncle Zhou's sister.
The summer night was still very hot and humid, but Aunt Zhou and I sat and watched the video. During the video, my penis
got hard inside Aunt Zhou's vagina, but she didn't move, nor did she let me move, so it eventually went soft.
When the video ended, Aunt Zhou and I were both soaked in sweat. Aunt Zhou turned off the TV but didn't turn on the lights. I asked her
why she didn't turn on the lights, and she told me not to talk or turn on the lights, and to take a shower at her house before going back. I understood what Aunt Zhou
meant. Her bathroom was upstairs, and to get up there you had to pass through the main room, which had no curtains.
It wouldn't be good if someone saw us so late. I slipped on my shorts in the dark and followed Aunt Zhou upstairs. I noticed she wasn't wearing a skirt,
just a t-shirt and briefs.
Around 1990, flush toilets started appearing in the village, and newly built houses all had them installed. The
trendy Zhou family didn't build a new house, but instead built a small room in the courtyard with two bathrooms, one upstairs and one downstairs. The upstairs
bathroom even had a water heater. My sister and I were particularly envious of Aunt Zhou's flush toilet and water heater, and we kept
mentioning it to my mother, wanting her to build one too. My mom would never spend thousands of dollars on two flush toilets.
She always told my sister and me, "You two are so greedy, don't you know how much money you'd make by installing two toilets
? How many copper coins will you need for your education this season? And you still want flush toilets? No way
!" After that, whenever the topic of flush toilets came up, my sister and I would be scolded into silence by my mom.
Upstairs, Aunt Zhou became bolder, pushing me into the bathroom and asking if I had ever used a water heater. I
said I had used the shower at the school bathhouse. Aunt Zhou saw that I had taken off my shorts and was about to leave, so I took the showerhead
and sprayed water on her body. Aunt Zhou was wearing a white undershirt and briefs, neither of them thick, and they were soaked by the water. Her clothes
clung to her body, highlighting her graceful figure. Especially the way her briefs clung to her buttocks, her two
round buttocks were particularly noticeable, and her dark pubic hair was faintly visible.
The water that had just come out was cold. Even though it was summer, Aunt Zhou was still startled. She turned around and
glared at me with a hint of annoyance, saying, "What are you doing again? You've soaked me all over."
Thinking of Ye Zimei's soaking wet appearance in the video, I grabbed the showerhead and sprayed water on Aunt Zhou's chest. This time
, hot water came out, a bit too hot since the temperature wasn't adjusted properly. Aunt Zhou told me to turn the water down.
While I was turning on the hot water tap, Aunt Zhou grabbed the showerhead and sprayed me head-on, getting me completely soaked. Then
, Aunt Zhou and I started playing around in the small bathroom. At that moment, I felt that Aunt Zhou was just like me—a playful child,
without worries or sorrows, and detached from the hurtful gossip.
I was naked, while Aunt Zhou was dressed, both of us soaked. At that moment, Aunt Zhou
was more alluring than ever; her firm breasts were encased in her wet, transparent clothes, and her two peanut-sized nipples were clearly visible
. I turned off the tap, hugged Aunt Zhou, and leaned against the white-tiled wall. We looked at each other, our breathing
quickening, and then we kissed passionately. I touched Aunt Zhou's breasts again, sucking on
her nipples through her clothes. Her clothes were wet, and the moisture in my mouth felt like sucking her milk. I
excitedly sucked and bit her nipples. Aunt Zhou leaned against the wall, her eyes closed, enjoying the sensation. As I sucked on her
breasts, one hand reached for her vulva, but Aunt Zhou pushed me away, saying, "Tiger, you've already had sex
twice today. Too many times isn't good for your health. It's late, your mother is waiting
for you at home."
"Auntie, I remember last summer when Qi Qiao came to my house, I called you to the top of the hill and we did it
three times in a row, I didn't care. My mother went to bed early in the afternoon, and she didn't
know when I got home. Auntie, look, my penis is hard. Auntie, I'm calling you to
do it again."
Aunt Zhou felt that it was rare for us to be so crazy. Not to mention that I couldn't do it with her after school started, even when
Zhou Hao was at home, we could only do it secretly, and we wouldn't have so many opportunities to play so wildly.
So we did it again in the bathroom. I especially liked the way Aunt Zhou looked in her wet clothes. The transparent clothes
covering her big breasts were particularly sexy and alluring. I only took off her panties and did it with her, but my hands never
left her big breasts. Aunt Zhou leaned against the white-tiled wall, one leg raised and hooked around my thigh,
our hips pressed tightly together. I held her buttocks with one hand and touched her large breasts with the other,
my legs slightly bent as I inserted my penis into her little pussy, pulling it out a little, then thrusting it in again, over and over. Aunt Zhou
held my shoulders tightly, kissing me passionately, entwined with me…
We parted ways, a dream come true.
I thought my sexual relationship with Aunt Zhou would continue indefinitely, but when I returned home after graduating from vocational school,
I found that Aunt Zhou was no longer there. The textile factory where Aunt Zhou worked had opened a new factory in another city, and Aunt Zhou had applied for
a middle management position there, also serving as a technical advisor. My mother told me that Aunt Zhou was already earning two thousand yuan a
month. I had thought that with the money I earned from my job, I could help Aunt Zhou out, but I never expected that Aunt Zhou would earn several times more than me.
After graduation, the promised government-assigned job was long gone. I found a job at a Taiwanese-owned company. At first, I earned
four or five hundred yuan a month, and later it dropped to around six hundred. In a small town in the mid-to-late 1990s, this income wasn't
low, just average. At that time, the average salary in Shanghai was only around one thousand yuan.
Aunt Zhou would come home a few times a year, but for very short periods. Although we talked when we met, we never had
a chance to have sex. In those years, I only had sex with Aunt Zhou twice, both during the National Day holiday. Once was when
my family built a new house, and the other time was when her family built a new house.
After working at the Taiwanese company for about a year, I switched to a European company. The work was a bit tiring, but
my salary jumped to two thousand yuan. Seeing that I had a stable income, my mother planned to rebuild the house to prepare
for my marriage. At that time, I didn't have much of an investment concept. If I had known that housing prices would rise so quickly, I definitely wouldn't have
built a new house. Back then, houses in the city were only around one thousand yuan a month, and with my salary, I
had no pressure at all about taking out a mortgage. The old house at home was going to be demolished anyway, so now I just have an extra house in the city. Selling the house would have given
me at least 500,000 yuan in savings, so I wouldn't still be driving a nearly scrapped secondhand car. Unfortunately, everything can't be undone,
so I'm still poor. However, I'm proud that I paid half the cost of the newly built house.
At that time, I had only been working for a little over two years; the money was borrowed, and I paid it back with my earnings.
When my family built the new house, my mother built it in the east of the village, saying the original location was too remote,
inconvenient even for motorcycles, let alone cars. The new house was finished before National Day, and we planned to
raise the roof beam on that day. While the new house was being built, our family stayed at my uncle's house, which was very close.
On the afternoon of September 30th, Aunt Zhou came back to see our new house. My mother, originally from the east village,
was chatting with her old neighbors when she saw Aunt Zhou and spoke with her for a few minutes. Aunt Zhou said that Zhou Hao was getting older and
getting married, and his house also needed to be rebuilt; she wanted to see the layout of our house. Aunt Zhou married into the village from the town
. Aside from the neighbors near Uncle Zhou's house, she didn't talk much with the other village women, so
she didn't have much to say to my mother's old neighbors either. While my mother chatted with the old neighbors, I accompanied Aunt Zhou to see the house layout.
At forty, Aunt Zhou was still incredibly stylish, still the most beautiful woman in the village. Her long hair was dyed a light brown
and permed into soft waves, falling over her shoulders. She wore a thin blue jacket over a white undershirt, the jacket
open, revealing a platinum necklace peeking out from her fair cleavage. Below, she wore a grey pencil
skirt, the hem reaching above her knees, revealing flesh-colored stockings. On her feet were
black high heels, about five or six centimeters high. The house was newly built and messy inside, and Aunt Zhou, in her high heels, walked cautiously
.
Our newly built house was in the last row; standing in front of the empty window frame on the second floor, we could see
the green mountains not far behind. Even the dark, dense forest on the mountaintop was clearly visible. In that thicket,
Aunt Zhou and I had made love many times. I hugged Aunt Zhou from behind, and she trembled, saying, "
Oh no! What if your mother comes up here?"
"No way! That old lady is a notorious chatterbox. My mother can talk for an hour straight
." I hugged Aunt Zhou, slipping my hands inside her blouse, my fingers going straight into her bra. Aunt Zhou
's breasts were still so big and soft, so comfortable to hold.
"You're killing me, Tiger! Move my bra up here!" I did as she said, pushing her bra up,
freeing her breasts, which I then fondled and kneaded, while my hips rubbed against her round, full
buttocks. Aunt Zhou quickly became aroused, urging me to get down to business. I knew Aunt Zhou liked me touching her.
She had breasts, but she was afraid that if I took too long, my mother would go upstairs.
I rolled up Aunt Zhou's skirt to her waist, revealing her big buttocks. To my surprise, Aunt Zhou's
stockings went all the way up to her waist, covering her black panties. That was the first time I had ever seen a woman wear pantyhose and
lace panties. Of course, some new brides or older women in the village wore such fashionable and sexy things, but I
never saw them.
"Auntie, your panties are really pretty." I pulled down Aunt Zhou's panties and stockings, touching her
smooth buttocks as I spoke to her.
"What's so pretty about them? When you take a couple of years off and get married, your wife will definitely look even better in them." Aunt Zhou
stuck out her buttocks, one hand on the wall, the other reaching to touch my crotch. I unzipped my pants, took out my already
hard penis, and inserted it into Aunt Zhou's little cunt.
Although there were empty green mountains behind her, Aunt Zhou still didn't dare to lean completely against the windowsill. She only rested one hand
on the windowsill and the other hand against the wall, using the wall to cover most of her
body. "Auntie, Uncle has been gone for years. Have you been seeing any other men?" I
asked Aunt Zhou while vigorously thrusting into her vagina.
"Tiger, why are you asking me about that? Just tell your auntie you're having sex properly, don't mention other men
." Aunt Zhou leaned against the wall, her buttocks arching back and forth in rhythm with my thrusting. Hearing Aunt Zhou say this,
I knew she had other men outside. I felt a little jealous, so I reached for her breasts and grabbed
them tightly, thrusting into her like I was tightening a horse's reins.
"Tiger, are you jealous?" Aunt Zhou's words were laced with laughter; clearly, my jealousy pleased her
. "Mmm!" I hummed, continuing to thrust hard into Aunt Zhou's little cunt.
"Your aunt is just a wild mother to you, so you can only be jealous of your two-year-old aunt."
"I want to marry my little aunt as my aunt."
"If you dare to marry her, your aunt dares to..."
Aunt Zhou groaned, leaning against the windowsill, as I thrust hard into her buttocks from behind, making occasional squelching
sounds. If I weren't wearing pants, there would have been loud "slap slap" sounds. I knew Aunt Zhou was joking;
she wouldn't dare marry me, and of course, I wouldn't dare ask my mother to let me marry Aunt Zhou. For a moment, Aunt Zhou and I
were silent, only my penis continuously thrusting in and out of Aunt Zhou's cunt, tightly connecting us together
.
It had been a long time since I'd had sex with Aunt Zhou. This time, I ejaculated a lot. Perhaps because Aunt Zhou is older, her
vagina couldn't hold my semen. As my penis was pulled out, strands of semen mixed with her
vaginal fluid slid out of her wetness and dripped onto the floor. Aunt Zhou leaned against the window frame, panting, her buttocks trembling.
I couldn't resist slapping her smooth, white buttocks, making a crisp sound.
"You're going to die!" Aunt Zhou immediately turned around, glared at me, and pulled up her panties and stockings. Aunt Zhou
's skirt was still rolled up, and the pulled-up stockings revealed her black panties, making her genitals look mysterious and alluring.
Seeing me staring at her genitals, Aunt Zhou playfully scolded, "Don't look around like that! You're not even properly cleaned up, your genitals are
showing! It's so ugly!"
"An ugly genital is what gets a good cunt, and my ugly genitals are what get my auntie's good cunt!" Aunt Zhou
laughed at my lewd remark. I asked Aunt Zhou if it was okay to ejaculate inside her. Aunt Zhou looked at me curiously, asking why I
suddenly thought to ask her that, since I had ejaculated inside her so many times before and had never asked. I said I
didn't know before, I only thought about having a real cunt with her, and never thought about pregnancy. Aunt Zhou laughed and said it was okay, she had
an IUD, so she wasn't afraid of me ejaculating inside her.
Aunt Zhou and I straightened our clothes, checked each other, and then went downstairs. After Aunt Zhou became a widow,
rumors circulated in the village that she had a man outside, but no one had ever seen him. Aunt Zhou didn't care about the gossip, but she would never
dare let my mother or anyone else in the village know about our affair.
Outside, my mother was still talking to her old neighbor. Seeing me go out with Aunt Zhou, she said to Aunt Zhou, "Fanghua
, have dinner at my house tonight. I'll need your help tomorrow."
"Okay, Xiaohao is coming home tonight, and I need to go home to cook dinner for him. You're so lucky,
Huzi is doing so well, and your new house is finished!" My mother smiled happily when she heard Aunt Zhou praising me, and told Aunt Zhou
to come and help the next day. Aunt Zhou readily agreed.
The following National Day, Zhou Hao's family also finished building a new house because Zhou Hao had found a girlfriend and they built a new
house to get married. That day, Aunt Zhou was home and asked me to go to a coffee shop in the east of the city to treat her to a meal. I went, and it turned out that Aunt Zhou wanted to
introduce me to a girlfriend. The girlfriend she was introducing was her niece, Wu Min, who was a year older than me but in the same grade.
That day, Aunt Zhou wore a light blue jacket over a beige round-neck t-shirt. Her long hair was styled in a bun
, giving her a refreshing look. She wore a dark purple pencil skirt that hugged her shapely hips,
paired with flesh-colored stockings, which immediately struck me as stunning. I had always noticed Aunt Zhou's breasts, but that day I
realized her buttocks were equally sexy and alluring.
I worked in the development zone, and Wu Min was there too, but she worked at a trading company, handling printing,
much like a secretary. Wu Min didn't fancy me because my family was poor, and I was building a house in my hometown instead of
buying one in the city. I also looked down on Wu Min a bit because she hadn't gotten into high school and
was attending a vocational high school in a neighboring town. My aunt lived near that school and knew its atmosphere was terrible. Wu Min was also precocious and promiscuous, and I
wondered how many men she had slept with.
Aunt Zhou didn't understand Wu Min's feelings either, and was somewhat disappointed that we didn't click. In her eyes, I had a
stable job and a high income (which was quite high back then). Wu
Min's family lives in town, where development is rapid. Their income from renting out their property is quite good; they're relatively well-off. Marrying Wu Min would be a win-win situation. I could
use her family's wealth to alleviate my family's current financial burden, and with my higher income, I could provide Wu Min with a good life in the future
.
Wu Min, Zhou Hao, and Zhou Hao's girlfriend went shopping in the city. Aunt Zhou said she was a little tired and didn't want to go
shopping, and since I wasn't going either, I took her home. Aunt Zhou was creating an opportunity for us to be alone together.
I returned to Aunt Zhou's house under the guise of visiting her new home. It's about seven or eight kilometers from the east of the city to the village, and I took
Aunt Zhou back on my motorcycle. The road was crowded, so Aunt Zhou didn't dare cling to me like a couple would; she just
held onto my waist with both hands. However, when I braked, Aunt Zhou would bump into me, her full breasts pressing against
my back, feeling soft and yielding. I told Aunt
Zhou that it would be nice if it were seventy or eighty kilometers from the east of the city to her home. Aunt Zhou laughed and said that if it were, she would be smashed to pieces. As she spoke, her large breasts
pressed against my back, and I could feel her gently rubbing them against it.
When apartment buildings started being built in the 1980s, each family only built two rooms; by the early 1990s, new apartments were all three
rooms. Aunt Zhou's original location was too cramped for a three-room apartment, unable to match the neighbors' houses, so she built her house
in a spot near the Chao River at the front of the village. Not only was there plenty of sunshine, but transportation was also much more convenient. Aunt Zhou
even went to a blind fortune teller to tell her fortune before building her new house, and my mom did the same when we were building our house.
I've never understood why people who can see clearly would insist on consulting a blind fortune teller. Is it
tradition, a reverence for the unknown, or perhaps a lack of self-confidence? What I find most amusing is that
some people even consult blind fortune tellers before buying a car, asking which color they shouldn't buy. I think major car manufacturers should
hire blind fortune tellers as sales directors, so that when someone goes to a fortune teller, they can only buy a certain brand of car.
Because Zhou Hao already has a girlfriend, Aunt Zhou's house was renovated as soon as it was built, but the renovation was only
slightly above average. If Uncle Zhou were still alive, Aunt Zhou's family would have built a new house long ago, and it would
have been the best-renovated house in the village. Zhou Hao's room is at the head of the house, but it's empty except for a bed.
Aunt Zhou said that the house hasn't been renovated for long, and it's not good for a young couple preparing to get married, so Zhou Hao is currently
living at his girlfriend's house, and they'll move into their new house after the wedding.
Aunt Zhou's room was at the bottom. Since she wasn't usually home, there weren't many things in the room. To my
surprise, Aunt Zhou hadn't bought a new bed. I asked her why, and she said her bed was
custom-made by Uncle Zhou at the factory; the materials and workmanship were far superior to any modern bed. She just wanted a new Simmons
mattress; a firmer mattress was better for her age. I knew Aunt Zhou wasn't buying a new bed to save money, and I
felt a little sad for her. She wasn't short of money; she was reluctant to spend it to save more for Zhou Hao.
I sat on the edge of the Simmons mattress. At that time, I hadn't actually slept on a Simmons mattress before. Twice before,
I had slept on Aunt Zhou's old mattress while we were having sex, but of course, I only had sex with her on it,
not actually slept on it.
The new mattress was firmer than the old one. Aunt Zhou also sat on the edge of the bed, and the mattress sank slightly
, bringing us closer. We both knew what was about to happen, but after a year without sex, we
were at a loss for how to begin. We looked at each other for a few seconds, then slowly closed our eyes,
and our lips gradually met.
Aunt Zhou's large breasts were still so round and soft. I pulled Aunt Zhou down onto the bed, half-pressing her body
against mine, kissing and sucking, while my hands vigorously kneaded her breasts. I don't know how long it was before Aunt Zhou and I finally
separated, panting. Aunt Zhou sat up on the bed and took off her coat, and I took mine off too.
At that moment, Aunt Zhou and I became passionate again, both wanting to quickly strip naked so we could be
together.
Aunt Zhou's white thighs, encased in stockings, were spread apart. She half-supported herself as she watched me straddle
her thighs, my erect penis pressing against her vaginal opening. Perhaps knowing what was about to happen, Aunt
Zhou lay down on the bed, gently lifting her hips to meet my movements. Aunt Zhou's body was very flexible. Although she hadn't practiced
any gymnastics, even though she was over forty, she could still spread her legs wide. Her labia were still light brown, and
a slit was torn between her dark pubic hair, revealing her tender, red vulva. Aunt Zhou had the desire to have sex with me, so
her vagina had already secreted a lot of lustful fluid, making her two thick labia glisten with moisture, and
the exposed pink vulva was trembling slightly.
Looking at Aunt Zhou's naked little vulva, my penis became harder again, with a strong feeling of swelling and pain. I placed
the head of my penis at the entrance of Aunt Zhou's vulva, and with a gentle push forward, my entire penis easily slid into her vagina.
Aunt Zhou was still wearing stockings, which were smooth and slippery against my waist. I held Aunt Zhou's thighs and began to thrust vigorously into her
.
Aunt Zhou's two large breasts swayed in front of me, like dancing girls tempting me. Before long, I
lowered my head and buried it deep in Aunt Zhou's chest, licking and sucking her two large, white, round breasts. My tongue
swirled between her two perky nipples, licking one and then wanting to suck on the other. Aunt Zhou
was being attacked from both sides, her hands tightly gripping my neck, low moans escaping her throat.
Hearing Aunt Zhou's moans, I knew she was very excited. I half-pressed her breast with one hand and
reached down to where our genitals were joined, rubbing her clitoris with my fingers. This was
an experience I had learned from many sexual encounters with Aunt Zhou; it made it easy for her to reach orgasm.
"Ah... Tiger... Don't go too far... Don't go any further..." Aunt Zhou trembled all over from my rubbing, her words
incoherent. The vaginal fluid secreted flowed out with my thrusting penis,
soaking the sheets beneath her.
I sucked on Aunt Zhou's large breasts for a while, then kissed her again. Aunt Zhou's legs crossed, hooking around my
buttocks and rubbing against me forcefully. Our mouths were pressed together, sucking on each other. Soon, Aunt Zhou released another gush of vaginal
fluid. I had Aunt Zhou turn over and placed a pillow under her lower abdomen—a move I'd
learned from movies. Although I'd often fucked Aunt Zhou's pussy from behind before, it was mostly standing, or
Aunt Zhou sitting on me. I'd never tried fucking her from behind while she was lying on the bed with her buttocks raised.
Aunt Zhou's breasts were large and round, and so were her buttocks. My hips bumped against her buttocks, feeling like
I was hitting the softest, most comfortable cushion. Because Aunt Zhou's buttocks were full, and her cleft was deep, this position...
My penis couldn't fully penetrate Aunt Zhou's little cunt, but my glans was relatively large, and Aunt Zhou's vagina was relatively
narrow in the middle, so this position was still quite comfortable for us. Aunt Zhou didn't feel as full, but this
position allowed me to thrust faster, which somewhat compensated for the lack of length. Aunt Zhou felt pretty good,
and her orgasm came quickly, releasing a large gush of vaginal fluid. By the time I ejaculated on Aunt
Zhou's smooth jade back, the sheets beneath her were already soaked.
"Auntie, the bed looks like it's been ripped open. Won't it prevent Hao from calling his mother to see?"
"It won't. She's not sleepy anymore. I wash the sheets often; they won't be visible tomorrow
."
"Auntie, when we were building our house, before the roof beam was even raised, you were the one facing the door.
Now, your new house is full of them. Hao even called his mother to rest in the new house."
"I didn't know that. Hao even called his mother to rest."
"Auntie, don't go to work elsewhere. Zhou Hao is getting married and will soon be having a baby. Aren't you
going to come help him take care of the baby?"
"Tiger, do you want your auntie to come help Hao take care of the baby, or do you want your auntie to come and call you?"
"Both of them! I want to call you 'little auntie,' but don't you want to call me 'little auntie'?"
"Auntie wants to too! But Auntie needs to earn more money this season, I don't want Xiao Hao to suffer."
The doctor told Aunt Zhou that this hereditary disease in the Zhou family couldn't be caused by overwork; fatigue would increase the chance of it happening. So Aunt Zhou
needed to earn more money so that Zhou Hao would have a better future and wouldn't suffer. I was a little jealous of Zhou Hao. Although Uncle Zhou
had died young, Aunt Zhou always considered everything for him. Although I had obtained Aunt Zhou's body, in her heart, I was far
less important than Zhou Hao.
Zhou Hao got married the following April, while my wife and I got married after knowing each other for more than seven months, also on National
Day. That day, Aunt Zhou came home to help out at my house. When my wife and I went to toast the guests, Aunt Zhou happily drank
the wine. Watching Aunt Zhou drink the wine, I had a dazed feeling, as if Aunt Zhou and I had drunk a nuptial cup together.
Aunt Zhou was always the most beautiful and fashionable woman in the village. My wife was always amazed when she saw Aunt Zhou and would secretly
ask me who she was. I told her she was my old neighbor, living right in front of my house. I told my wife that Aunt Zhou was only
four years younger than my mother, but she didn't believe me. Because my mother didn't know how to dress up and worked hard all year round, while Aunt Zhou was beautiful, fashionable,
and had an easy job, they looked more than ten years apart. My mother looked to be fifty, while
Aunt Zhou looked to be under forty.
Not two years later, our village was demolished, and the villagers all rented houses in the town, where they stayed for three years. Aunt Zhou
went to work in another city. During those years, I saw Aunt Zhou a few times, but we never had sex. The most ambiguous
time with Aunt Zhou was during the New Year the year before the demolition. Aunt Zhou's new house was across the road from my uncle's house
. My wife, children, and I went to my uncle's house for dinner. After dinner, we saw Aunt Zhou playing with her granddaughter in front of the house, so I
took my wife and children to visit Aunt Zhou. Aunt Zhou brought me some melon seeds and candy to treat my wife and me. At that time, I
was a toddler, just learning to walk, and I was having a great time playing with Zhou Hao's daughter.
My wife knew that Aunt Zhou and I were old neighbors, but she hadn't seen Aunt Zhou's house before, so Aunt Zhou showed
us around. Aunt Zhou was carrying her granddaughter, and my wife was also carrying her child. On the stairs, my wife was
in front with the child, Aunt Zhou was in the middle, and I was at the back. Aunt Zhou was wearing light blue stretchy jeans, and half of
her round, plump buttocks were showing under her overcoat. As she walked up the stairs, her buttocks swayed, as if saying to me, "
Come on, come on!" When we reached the landing, I couldn't resist and touched Aunt Zhou's buttocks.
Aunt Zhou's body stiffened for a moment, but she quickly recovered, turned her head and glared at me, mouthing, "You're going to
die!"
Aunt Zhou and I were almost side-by-side, one hand constantly touching her buttocks, even
rubbing her vulva through her pants with my fingers. My wife walked ahead, constantly praising Aunt Zhou's house for its beautiful renovation.
Aunt Zhou only gave a few vague replies, saying it was a haphazard renovation and hadn't cost much.
My wife carried our child ahead, who turned back to play with the little girl in Aunt Zhou's arms. I pretended to play with the two
children, leaning close to Aunt Zhou, but actually, I was forcefully touching her vulva. Aunt Zhou knew I
was just having a spur-of-the-moment thing, and when I touched her vulva, she deliberately squeezed her thighs together,
gently rubbing my fingers against it. It was a pity it was winter, and Aunt Zhou was dressed thickly; if it were summer, my fingers could easily
have slipped inside her vulva. Aunt Zhou and I walked around upstairs with my wife, and I touched Aunt Zhou a bit more.
Although I didn't actually touch her vulva, it was still quite arousing. When we came downstairs, my wife
asked me to carry the child, so I took the child. Aunt Zhou, taking advantage of my wife's inattention, whispered to me that I had made her wet
. Looking into Aunt Zhou's alluring eyes, I longed to pounce on her. Unfortunately, all I could think about were her
large, white breasts and pert buttocks.
I always missed her large breasts and her sexy little pussy. My wife is a year younger than me,
and while she's reasonably pretty, she's far less attractive than Aunt Zhou, and her skin isn't as fair. When I'm having sex with my wife, I often
think of Aunt Zhou. However, my wife is like my mother; she's good at managing the household, and for a family that isn't wealthy, having such a
wife is a good thing. If I married a young woman like Aunt Zhou, I might not be able to afford to support her.
Secretly, we were neighbors; only those with affection could remain neighbors.
I saw Aunt Zhou again when we were drawing lots for the house allocation. Aunt Zhou saw me and smiled slightly. I smiled back, but
a strange impulse stirred within me. I chatted with Aunt Zhou, inquiring about her current situation. Zhou Hao had his second child, who was
only a few months old. The textile factory where Aunt Zhou worked wasn't doing well, so she retired to stay home and take care of the baby. She received
a pension of over a thousand yuan a month, which helped Zhou Hao cover his daily expenses. The
lottery results came out quickly. To my delight, Zhou
Hao and I drew floors opposite each other. I lived on the fourth floor, and he lived on the third. My heart suddenly warmed; I was neighbors with Aunt Zhou again. Could we rekindle our old friendship?
Zhou Hao worked in an electronics factory, while his wife worked in a private company in the east of the city. Her work wasn't strenuous.
But I only get two days off a month. Aunt Zhou is often home alone. Except when she takes the kids out for a walk, she
usually stays at home. I have a two-day weekend, but it's not fixed, so I spend
more time at home, which created opportunities for Aunt Zhou and me to have an affair. At first, Aunt Zhou was afraid of being seen and refused to
have sex with me, only allowing me to touch her large breasts or use my fingers to probe her vulva. We were chosen
in the spring, and it started getting hot not long after we moved into our new house. Aunt Zhou still looked so beautiful in her skirt.
Until one day, someone came to see Aunt Zhou, and we slept together again. The apartments we got were opposite
each other, a 125-square-meter plus 90-square-meter unit. I temporarily lived in the 90-square-meter unit, which was being renovated. That day, they were doing
wall work, and since we had to wait, no one was working, so the hallway was quiet. I was online at home when I heard
someone arguing with Aunt Zhou downstairs, so I ran down. As I ran, I asked, "Auntie, what's going on?"
A bald old man in his sixties stood outside Aunt Zhou's door. Aunt Zhou wouldn't let him in, and the old man
cursed and swore outside, basically accusing Aunt Zhou of having an affair while she was at work and trying to
dump him. The old man knew that everyone in our building was an old neighbor from the same village, and when he saw me calling for Aunt Zhou
and rushing downstairs, he quickly ran away.
I went into Aunt Zhou's house and asked her who the old man was. Aunt Zhou didn't speak, but she cried. After a while,
Aunt Zhou told me that the old man was the middle-aged man I had spied on. I was stunned, feeling a little
uneasy. So that old man was the mysterious middle-aged man.
Aunt Zhou wiped away her tears and told me about her experiences over the years. Initially, she had sex with the factory manager partly to get revenge on Uncle Zhou for his
infidelity, and partly to get a more comfortable job. The factory manager, lusting after Aunt Zhou's beauty,
did indeed help her a great deal to get to have sex with her. Later, to earn a higher salary, Aunt Zhou voluntarily transferred
to a new factory in another city, and the factory manager helped her with that as well. Once at the new factory, to establish herself, Aunt Zhou
started having an affair with the factory manager there, and naturally, she forgot about the old man. Aunt Zhou retired and moved to a new house,
completely cutting off contact with the old man. The old man, somehow finding out about Aunt Zhou's new home and being a widow, wanted
to take advantage of her. Of course, Aunt Zhou wouldn't let the old man into the house. So, the old man stood outside the door, cursing and
saying many nasty things.
"Tiger, have you ever thought your aunt was a slut?"
"Of course not, my aunt has always been the best girl in my heart." I hugged Aunt Zhou tightly. Aunt Zhou
was beautiful and fashionable. She was only in her thirties when Uncle Zhou died; she could have easily married a good man. She
endured so much hardship all for Zhou Hao. In my heart, she was the best woman. I kissed Aunt Zhou
's cheek, licking away the tear stains at the corners of her eyes.
"Tiger, don't be so noisy, be careful people don't see you. Come to my room." Zhou Hao and his wife both
worked in the east of the city and planned to buy an apartment there. They didn't intend to live in the resettlement house they received in the town, so they
didn't plan to renovate it. They simply divided the unfinished apartment into two rooms. The larger room in the front was where Zhou Hao
slept with his child, and the smaller room in the back was where Aunt Zhou slept with her granddaughter. Zhou Hao's daughter was a year older than my child and
both attended kindergarten.
The child was sleeping in a stroller. Aunt Zhou and I went into her room. There were curtains hanging on the north-facing window,
which Aunt Zhou drew as soon as she entered. Five or six years later, I was twenty-nine, and Aunt Zhou was forty-seven. But the
thought of finally having sex with her filled me with immense excitement, like the first time I stood in the mountains, my face flushed, and told her, "
I want to have sex with you."
Although forty-seven, Aunt Zhou's figure was only slightly plump, not as
overweight as other middle-aged women. That day, she wore a khaki dress with a matching ribbon at the waist, making her
waist look as slender and alluring as a newlywed. The openwork floral skirt subtly revealed her snow-white legs
, while a layer of sheer fabric at the thighs concealed her alluring private parts. Under her bra, her
breasts were high and firm, giving her a curvaceous and graceful figure.
I unzipped Aunt Zhou's dress from behind. She said, "Don't take it off. What if Zhou Hao comes back? I wo
n't have time to put it back on." I said, "Zhou Hao's at work. How could he possibly come back?" Half-heartedly, I took off
Aunt Zhou's skirt. Aunt Zhou lay on the bed in stockings, panties, and a bra, looking at me with incredibly seductive eyes.
At forty-seven, Aunt Zhou had crow's feet at the corners of her eyes, but the rest of her body was still so fair and tender. Her slightly plump figure
made her look nothing like a forty-seven-year-old woman.
Aunt Zhou's breasts were still so large, so white, even more voluptuous than before. The khaki bra
couldn't contain her breasts at all; the fair flesh bulged out from the edges. Aunt Zhou's skin was naturally fair and tender, and the dark blue
lace panties clung tightly to her crotch, making her lower abdomen and thighs look exceptionally white. Flesh-colored
crystal stockings encased Aunt Zhou's beautiful legs, legs I had seen since I was a toddler, always so
beautiful. I licked from Aunt Zhou's ankles down to her thighs; even through the stockings, I could feel
the roundness and smoothness of Aunt Zhou's jade-like legs. I took turns licking Aunt Zhou's jade-like legs, many parts of her crystal stockings were
wet with my saliva.
I moved upwards, licking Aunt Zhou's legs, until I was kneeling between her legs. I grabbed Aunt Zhou's panties with both hands
and pulled them down, slowly revealing Aunt Zhou's vulva. Aunt Zhou's labia were still tightly closed, a
thin slit of flesh visible among the dark pubic hair, the flesh still so red and tender. I couldn't help but press my mouth against Aunt Zhou's mons pubis, gently
biting it.
I am no longer the person I was ten years ago. I have watched a lot of pornographic films,
know a lot about various positions and sexual methods, and have seen a lot of oral sex. But Aunt Zhou has been with several men. Although she is
the woman I like the most, I always have a knot in my heart. I don't want to lick Aunt Zhou's vulva, but I also crave to be closer to Aunt Zhou's
vulva, so I choose to gently bite Aunt Zhou's mons pubis. Aunt Zhou was startled by my actions, blushing as she said
, "What's there to kiss? Hurry up and have sex with her."
I pulled down Aunt Zhou's panties and reached out to touch her vulva. After all, Aunt Zhou was forty-seven years old; if she didn't...
There was water, and everyone felt uncomfortable going in. Aunt Zhou was still very moist; her vagina got wet after I touched it a few times. Aunt Zhou
was also very excited; her vagina trembled under my caresses, gripping my invading fingers. It instantly
reminded me of how her little cunt used to grip my penis. I pulled down my beach shorts, along with her underwear
, and thrust my erect penis into Aunt Zhou's vagina.
"Mmm..." Aunt Zhou, who hadn't had sex in a long time, gently frowned and moaned when I penetrated her. I knew that was
Aunt Zhou's reaction of excitement. I climbed on top of Aunt Zhou and reached for my favorite large breasts.
I practiced my skills in unhooking women's bras on Aunt Zhou, so unhooking her bra was effortless. Because of weight gain, Aunt Zhou's breasts
were larger than before, but not as firm as they had been a few years ago. Lying on the bed, they spread out like flat, water-filled bags,
but Aunt Zhou's breasts were large enough to be very noticeable even when lying down. Aunt Zhou asked me if her breasts had sagged and looked bad
. I said no, they were still as big and round as before. I reached out and grabbed Aunt Zhou's breasts, squeezing them to make them
stand up straight. Her two slightly hardened nipples stood up like peanuts.
"Tiger, be gentle..." Aunt Zhou blushed, and she seemed more shy than she had been more than ten years ago.
I looked at Aunt Zhou's pretty face with some surprise. Had I become lewd, or had Aunt Zhou become chaste? I took turns sucking on
Aunt Zhou's two nipples, thrusting my hips between her jade-like thighs, my penis constantly penetrating her little cunt, making
her wetness overflow. The small room was filled with the squelching sounds of her vagina, making my penis feel exceptionally
slippery as I thrust in and out.
Just as Aunt Zhou and I were getting really into it, the baby in the stroller started crying. Aunt Zhou told me to stop
, saying the baby might have wet himself and she needed to change his diaper. I refused, saying it was okay for the baby to cry for a while.
Aunt Zhou rolled her eyes at me and said that wasn't my child, so of course I didn't care. I got up from Aunt Zhou, put on my beach
shorts, and pushed the stroller from the living room into Aunt Zhou's room.
Aunt Zhou hadn't put on her skirt yet, and when she saw me push the stroller in, she stared at me blankly. "Auntie,
what are you daydreaming about? Hurry up and change the baby's diaper so you can continue your cunt." Aunt Zhou rolled her eyes
at me and changed her grandson's diaper with her bare bottom exposed. Aunt Zhou's buttocks were round, and when she stood changing her grandson's diaper, you could see
her labia peeking out from her buttocks cleft, glistening with lustful fluid. I stood behind Aunt Zhou, watching her swaying
round buttocks, and thrust my penis into Aunt Zhou's slippery little cunt from behind.
"Ah, I'm going to die." Aunt Zhou moaned, her two large breasts jiggling as I pushed them against her, and she
couldn't even change the baby's diaper properly with both hands. The baby was still crying after I changed his diaper. Aunt Zhou said she needed to breastfeed him and go make
formula. I wouldn't let her; I wanted to finish with Aunt Zhou before letting her go.
"No, what can I do if the baby keeps crying like this?" Aunt Zhou couldn't turn around, so she had to climb onto the bed, trying to avoid
my penis.
"Auntie, why don't you let the baby sniff the nipple and he'll stop crying?"
"The baby's bottle is outside too." "
But there's a ready-made one, a real nipple." I looked at Aunt Zhou
's two large breasts with a lewd grin, grabbed her ankles, and pulled her to my side.
"It's not right, the baby needs to be weaned. Don't let him sniff your nipple." "
It's just this once, it's okay." I held the baby to Aunt Zhou's chest, and the little guy, seeing
his grandmother's large breasts, actually started sucking on them. Aunt Zhou was both amused and exasperated, and had no choice but to let her little grandson
suckle at her nipple. The little guy naturally couldn't get any milk, but he stopped crying as he bit Aunt Zhou's nipple.
Aunt Zhou sat on the edge of the bed, her bare vulva faintly visible between her parted legs. Looking at Aunt Zhou's naked body
, my penis throbbed painfully. I walked over to Aunt Zhou and lifted her legs. Aunt Zhou, holding her grandson,
couldn't maintain her balance and had to slowly lie down, supporting herself on the mattress with one hand. I spread Aunt Zhou's thighs apart
and placed them on my shoulders, my erect penis thrusting into her vulva again. Aunt Zhou
gave me a coquettish look, then lay back on the bed, holding her grandson and suckling
at her left breast. Her white body swayed gently with my thrusts, causing her right breast
to sway gently as well. At that moment, I had a strange feeling, as if Aunt Zhou was my wife, and her grandson
was my son with Aunt Zhou. Looking at Aunt Zhou's swaying breasts, I lowered my head and climbed onto her,
sucking on her right breast while pounding her little pussy. Although Aunt Zhou and I had been intimate many times, this lewd
scene was a first for me. "What a sin I must have committed in my past life!" Aunt Zhou told me afterward. I knew that
although Aunt Zhou said she wouldn't, she was secretly excited, because her expression betrayed her. After many years, amidst Aunt Zhou's suppressed moans
, I once again ejaculated into my beloved aunt's little pussy.
Aunt Zhou had changed into a loose t-shirt, without a bra underneath, and wore casual shorts. She sat on the edge of the bed
breastfeeding her baby. I knelt behind her, kneading her large breasts from behind. Aunt Zhou turned around and glared at me,
but I took the opportunity to kiss her lips, holding her cheek tightly and sticking my tongue into her mouth.
Aunt Zhou, holding the baby, couldn't struggle and could only let me suck on her tongue.
"Tiger, you're really shameless! Xiao Bao should be looking after his grandchildren by now."
"It would be best if Xiao Bao could understand. I'll teach him to rest for a couple of years before he starts chasing girls." I sat down behind Aunt Zhou,
hugged her, and slipped my hands inside her undershirt, continuing to fondle her alluring breasts.
After leaving the countryside, many villagers no longer farmed and had more free time. They would go for walks after dinner, and
Aunt Zhou and I often went out with other old neighbors. Aunt Zhou used to live in the town, and she
would greet old acquaintances warmly. Some of her former neighbors, seeing me often accompanying her on walks, assumed I
was her son and said to her, "Your Xiao Hao already has children; time flies." The villagers
all laughed, and I felt a little embarrassed. Aunt Zhou didn't explain; after all, Zhou Hao was only a year younger than me and already had two children
.
"Auntie, why did you call some people to talk about this?" When we got to a secluded spot, I asked Aunt Zhou why
she didn't explain to her old friends. Aunt Zhou smiled and said, "Why should I explain? You're my son..."
"So you're actually at a disadvantage?" I looked at Aunt Zhou's large breasts, which swayed as she walked, and said I wasn't at a disadvantage, but being her son meant I'd have to
eat her mother every day. Aunt Zhou rolled her eyes at me and nervously looked around.
Since Aunt Zhou and I resumed our sexual relationship, we often found opportunities to have sex again. We did it
two or three times a month, and our sex life was more stable than that of married couples of Aunt Zhou's age. Perhaps because it was "stolen," I
always felt very excited when I had sex with Aunt Zhou, but a few times left a particularly deep impression on me. One time, Zhou Hao's
wife was off work and went shopping with Xiao Bao. I went to find Aunt Zhou to have sex with, but since Zhou Hao's wife was home, Aunt Zhou
absolutely refused. So I made Aunt Zhou lie down by her bedroom window and look down, so she could see if Zhou Hao's wife came back
. Aunt Zhou was worn down by my nagging and thought my idea was feasible, so she lay down by the window and stared at the concrete road below
, letting me have sex with her from behind. Unexpectedly, halfway through the setup, Zhou Hao's wife returned with the baby.
Zhou's aunt and I were startled. It turned out Zhou's aunt remembered her TV signal was bad; she rarely watched TV and
hadn't had anyone fix it, so she asked me to fix it.
Zhou Hao's wife's arms were tired from carrying the baby, so she came back to get the stroller. Our families often visit each other,
and she thanked me for fixing the TV, saying it was hard work. After Zhou Hao's wife left with the stroller, Zhou's aunt and I went to the window again
. Afraid of being discovered by her daughter-in-law, Zhou's aunt, even knowing Zhou Hao's wife wouldn't see her at the window,
kept her head down, her back hunched, her two round buttocks raised high. I'm no longer a
teenager. In my youth, I was infatuated with Zhou's aunt's face and breasts; as an adult, I paid even more attention to her buttocks.
In my eyes, even the large, round buttocks of those Western porn stars couldn't compare to Zhou's aunt's. I parted Aunt Zhou's buttocks
, exposing her plump, juicy vulva, and thrust my erect penis inside. Watching Zhou Hao's wife
push her cart downstairs, I vigorously rubbed Aunt Zhou's large breasts while simultaneously thrusting into her vulva with all my might. Aunt Zhou
leaned against the windowsill with one hand, her right hand reaching to her genitals, touching her
clitoris with her still-smooth fingers. Perhaps Aunt Zhou felt that her vulva wasn't as tight as before, unable to give me
the same pleasure, so when she touched her clitoris, she also used two fingers to pinch my penis. Stimulated by Aunt Zhou
, I increased the speed of my thrusts, forcefully spreading her buttocks and opening her anus.
I had never tried anal sex before, and Aunt Zhou wouldn't let me touch her anus, but touching it like this was still okay. Because
when I touched her anus, Aunt Zhou would also feel something. "Tiger... fuck me... fuck me harder..." Aunt Zhou
let out suppressed moans as I touched her anus and penetrated her cunt. Hearing her moans,
I increased the speed of my thrusts. Caught between her cunt and my fingers, I couldn't hold on long and ejaculated
. At the moment of ejaculation, my penis pulled out of Aunt Zhou's cunt, shooting semen onto her
white buttocks, some even onto her skirt, making her pout and say she
had to change her skirt again.
Another time, Zhou Hao and his wife took their two children back to her parents' house, while my mother took my child to visit my
uncle. I invited Aunt Zhou to fuck me in my newly renovated house. A bed had already been bought for the room, but
Aunt Zhou said my wife and I hadn't slept there yet, and she couldn't sleep first, as it was bad luck. So we played on the floor for a
long time. At first, Aunt Zhou knelt on the floor, gripping the footboard with both hands, letting me squat down on her
little cunt like riding a horse. My hips slammed against Aunt Zhou's white buttocks until they turned red. Later, Aunt Zhou simply lay down on the floor,
letting me do whatever I wanted with her body. After all,
Aunt Zhou was almost fifty at that time. Although she looked young, she no longer had the abundant
stamina she had more than ten years ago, while I was around thirty, in my prime. Because my wife wasn't as pretty as Aunt Zhou, nor as romantic,
my sex life with my wife wasn't very frequent, and I released a lot of energy on Aunt Zhou. Aunt Zhou lay on the floor,
and I grabbed her two jade legs and fucked her hard. That day, Aunt Zhou was wearing short stockings, and I even bit her soles through the stockings
. Aunt Zhou groaned and cried out, "Don't bite... Auntie is really hurting you... If you bite Auntie again, you won't be able
to run away..." When I ejaculated and lay on top of Aunt Zhou, the floor was soaked with our sweat.
That day I was in a particularly good mood, and I went with Aunt Zhou twice in a row, making her little pussy quite swollen.
When the door opened, my mother actually came back with my child. My child saw Aunt Zhou and called her "Grandma," which made Aunt Zhou a little embarrassed
, but she did what we had agreed beforehand, saying she was there to look at the new house because Zhou Hao had bought a new house in the city
and needed to renovate it. My mother, of course, didn't suspect anything. She even said that Aunt Zhou's family was well-off, so Zhou Hao's new house renovation
would definitely be high-end. Aunt Zhou said she only planned to spend a little over ten thousand yuan.
Another time was a spontaneous decision, also on a summer morning. That day I was off work and had arranged to go fishing with some people from the factory
. I went downstairs to the garage to get my motorcycle, and Aunt Zhou happened to be coming back from buying groceries. She was about to go upstairs when I reached
the last few steps. Standing on the steps, I looked at Aunt Zhou. From my vantage point, I could see the glimpse
of her white, tender cleavage peeking out from her neckline. Her breasts were still so full, the flesh on either side of the cleavage plump, reminding me of those
summers when I was young, sneaking peeks at her breasts while playing cards at her house.
Because Aunt Zhou and her husband had taken their daughter to the movies a couple of nights ago, and I had just had sex with her,
she seemed a little shy when I stared at her breasts like that. Seeing that the hallway was quiet and empty, I pulled Aunt Zhou into
the garage. Aunt Zhou knew perfectly well what I wanted to do in the garage, yet she still asked me that question. I slapped her on the buttocks
, made her climb onto my motorcycle, and lifted her skirt to start having sex. There was
a small window in the garage, outside of which was a green belt, and people occasionally passed by. Aunt Zhou was terrified and told me to stop, but
I was in the heat of the moment and wouldn't stop. I hung the raincoat from my motorcycle by the window, covering half of it, and that was
it. That day, Aunt Zhou was so nervous that her little pussy contracted especially hard. I was even worried that, like in the news, a couple having an affair
might get their genitals stuck because of nervousness.
"Auntie, is your pussy especially tight today? It's squeezing me so tight I can't move!" I said, pressing hard against
Aunt Zhou's buttocks, holding her shoulder with one hand and vigorously rubbing her large breasts with the other. Aunt Zhou didn't take off her clothes and
wouldn't let me touch her breasts, saying that if her clothes were messed up, people would notice.
"I didn't know either. Please cover the window properly, I'm a little scared." Aunt Zhou kept turning her head to look at the small window
, afraid that someone would pass by and see what was happening between us in the small garage. I simply pulled Aunt Zhou
up and slowly moved to the small window, so that we could be hidden by the raincoat hanging on the window. Even
if someone walked by outside, they would only see half of my figure and would just think I was picking up the raincoat.
Although Aunt Zhou was suppressed by me, she was more relaxed. Apart from not daring to moan, she
cooperated with my movements. When we got really excited, I hugged Aunt Zhou and pressed her whole body against the wall. One of Aunt Zhou's
breasts was pressed against the wall by the window, and the other breast was pressed against my raincoat, while my hands were holding her two big
breasts. When I ejaculated, I still tried to suppress the tingling pleasure and thrust wildly in Aunt Zhou's vagina a few times, which made Aunt Zhou
unable to help but cry out. When I turned Aunt Zhou around, her face was flushed with the rosy glow of orgasm, as if she
had transformed back into the pretty young woman I remembered. I lowered my head and kissed her. Perhaps it was because I was too excited, but
Aunt Zhou returned my kiss passionately, and our tongues intertwined in each other's mouths for a long time. That spontaneous
sexual encounter was one of the more pleasurable ones in our many sexual relationships.
Zhou Hao's new house took two years to arrive, and the renovations took another six months, so Aunt Zhou
lived downstairs from me for three years. These three years were the sweetest and happiest three years for Aunt Zhou and me, secretive yet passionate.
I didn't mind that Aunt Zhou was older than me; it was just that our on-again, off-again relationship had been so confusing over the years. After Aunt Zhou's family moved to the city
, Aunt Zhou and I rarely saw each other. Sometimes I would visit Zhou Hao's family in the city, but it was impossible for me to have sex with Aunt Zhou
. Aunt Zhou would come downstairs to collect rent every three months, but the timing was bad. Either I wasn't home, or there were too many people at home
. But every time we met, we would silently gaze at each other, letting each other know that we still cared for one another.
The green hills remain, but beauty fades.
There is a cycle of fate. The last time I had sex with Aunt Zhou was in the mountains where we first had sex. The first
time, I was seventeen, and Aunt Zhou was thirty-five. The last time I had sex with Aunt Zhou, I was thirty-
five, and Aunt Zhou was fifty-three. Aunt Zhou was eighteen years older than me, and our entangled passion lasted eighteen
years.
That day was the day before Qingming Festival. After dinner, I drove my parents to the cemetery. The cemetery was
on the hillside east of the old village. After visiting the graves, my parents and I encountered Aunt Zhou on our way down the mountain to pay respects at Uncle Zhou's grave. That day, Aunt Zhou
was dressed all in black, except for a dark red knitted sweater underneath. Aunt Zhou had some wrinkles on her face, but she was still beautiful
, especially with her bob haircut, the ends of which curled slightly inwards below her ears, making her look very fashionable.
Compared to my mother, she looked much younger, not at all like someone from the same era. People were more inclined to believe she was a high-level white-collar worker in a large company
than a grandmother taking care of children at home. My mother asked Aunt Zhou why she was alone, and Aunt Zhou said that Zhou Hao and his
wife had been busy these past few days, so she came alone. After all, Uncle Zhou had been dead for more than ten years, and it
wasn't a significant anniversary; as long as someone came to pay respects at the grave, that was enough.
After dropping my parents off at home, I rode my motorcycle to the foot of the mountain. Not far from the cemetery entrance, I saw
Aunt Zhou coming down the mountain. I was at the bottom of the slope, and she was at the top. I looked up at Aunt Zhou, just like when I
was a child, I had to look up to see the beautiful Aunt Zhou. Aunt Zhou saw me too and stopped to look at me for a
while. I turned around and slowly walked back to our original village. Not long after, Aunt Zhou followed. We
didn't talk much on the way. I just asked her about her recent situation. She said she was taking care of her baby at home, and the baby had already started school.
She felt relaxed now, but she didn't know many people in the neighborhood, so she was a little bored . She said it would
be better if she hadn't moved to the city.
After the village was relocated, fewer people went up the mountain. The original mountain path was overgrown with weeds. Aunt Zhou and I
finally found the path we had taken before. Following that path, we arrived
at the edge of the forest where we had our first time. I asked Aunt Zhou if she remembered this place. Aunt Zhou laughed and said, "Of course I remember. A while ago you
were only ten years old, and you called me 'your first time.' Now I'm confused."
I turned to look at Aunt Zhou, and she looked at me too. Neither of us said anything. I led Aunt Zhou to the
small pond. The spring water was only about the size of a washbasin, three or four centimeters deep. "Auntie, do you remember
where you first had sex?" I hugged Aunt Zhou and gently nibbled her earlobe. Aunt Zhou said she didn't
remember, only the general location. Aunt Zhou and I went to the pine trees. I only remembered that back then, when I held
the pine trunks with both hands, I could touch my fingers. Eighteen years have passed, the pine trees have grown thicker, and I can't touch my fingers with both hands anymore
.
Aunt Zhou looked down at the trees, muttering, "I remember there was a
stone that looked like a water chestnut when I was sitting next to me. It was quite special, but I can't see it now."
Seeing Aunt Zhou's serious expression, I smiled and said to her that we weren't the only ones who came here. Maybe
someone else came and moved the stone away. Aunt Zhou was still looking when she suddenly said happily, "Tiger, look!
There's that stone!" I went over and saw a water chestnut-shaped stone buried in the shallow soil.
Aunt Zhou said that back then, many stones were exposed, and there wasn't so much mud on them. It was probably because muddy water had accumulated
on the stones over the years.
Aunt Zhou stood by the tree trunk next to the stones, and I stood lower down, burying my head in her chest, gently rubbing against her
large breasts. The fair skin revealed by her V-neck sweater was still as fair and tender as I remembered. I reached
into Aunt Zhou's clothes, wanting to unhook her bra, but she stopped me. She told me not to, saying that she was old and
her breasts had sagged, and it wouldn't look good without her bra. I stepped forward, hugged Aunt Zhou, and kissed her. Aunt Zhou opened
her mouth, welcoming my tongue in. As I sucked on her
tongue, I unbuckled her belt. Underneath her casual pants, she was wearing thin thermal underwear. I slipped my hand inside her thermal underwear,
caressing her vulva through her panties. Aunt Zhou groaned softly. After a while, she grabbed my
hand and inserted it into her panties.
"Little aunt, I'm calling you 'real pussy'," I said, looking into Aunt Zhou's eyes as I released her lips.
Aunt Zhou nodded shyly like a young girl, letting me touch her from behind, saying that this way her clothes wouldn't get dirty. Aunt Zhou
turned around, her hands on the tree trunk, her waist low, her buttocks raised high, her round, large buttocks still sexy and
alluring. I gently pulled down Aunt Zhou's long underwear and panties, revealing her white, tender buttocks. The buttocks have a lot of fat, and
are also the part of a woman that makes her look the youngest. Aunt Zhou's buttocks hadn't changed much from years ago; they were still so white,
so round, with her full buttocks nestled between them, revealing her little, alluring vulva that made men swoon. Aunt Zhou was also very excited; her raised
buttocks trembled slightly, and the exposed vulva opening trembled along with them, occasionally revealing glimpses of tender, pink vaginal flesh
.
I grabbed Aunt Zhou's buttocks and rubbed them to both sides, then touched Aunt Zhou's vulva with my hand. Feeling it was somewhat wet,
I then placed the head of my penis between Aunt Zhou's labia, rubbing it against her vulva. Each shallow thrust was accompanied by heavy breathing from Aunt Zhou
. It took several thrusts before I could fully penetrate her little pussy. Aunt Zhou
was no longer the young woman she once was; although her vaginal opening felt wet, there wasn't much fluid inside, making penetration
somewhat difficult. After a while of thrusting, the amount of fluid in Aunt Zhou's vagina increased, making it
feel slippery, so I thrust harder. My pants had also been pulled down to my knees, and with each thrust, my groin
pressed against Aunt Zhou's buttocks, feeling their softness, coolness, and slipperiness. Everything
was still so wonderful.
I knew that my chances with Aunt Zhou would only decrease, so I thrust particularly hard that day. Aunt Zhou
also knew that our chances of meeting were few, so she arched her buttocks and wiggled to accommodate my thrusts. "Auntie
, what did you do all those years ago? Did you ever find another young man?" I
asked her while we were having sex.
"I went through menopause so soon after moving to the city, unlike you. If it weren't for you, your auntie
wouldn't even remember what menstruation is like anymore." Aunt Zhou slightly pulled in her lower abdomen, then suddenly stuck out her buttocks,
allowing my penis to penetrate even deeper. I pressed hard against Aunt Zhou's buttocks, feeling my glans
enveloped by her warm and soft vaginal opening, a warm and incredibly comfortable sensation. I held Aunt Zhou's stomach with one hand and reached down to her chest with the other
to rub her large breasts. Aunt Zhou's large breasts were still so beautiful to the touch, not
withered by her age.
That day I lasted particularly long, gripping Aunt Zhou's large breasts tightly with both hands, thoroughly drying out her vaginal fluids.
Later, all I could hear was Aunt Zhou's moans echoing through the mountains. When I ejaculated and pulled out my penis, Aunt Zhou
cried. I saw that Aunt Zhou's vagina was swollen from my penetration, so I asked her if I had hurt her. Aunt Zhou shook her head and said,
"No, it's just that she's happy." I hugged Aunt Zhou and kissed her again. While tidying her clothes, I
rolled up Aunt Zhou's cardigan and put a bra on her. Although Aunt Zhou didn't want me to take off her bra, I didn't
care about that when it came to sex. Aunt Zhou's breasts were still so big and white, although they were a little saggy, they still felt very comfortable to touch
. There were many red marks on Aunt Zhou's breasts, from when I had grabbed them hard. I asked
Aunt Zhou if it hurt, and she said it didn't. There was a trace of sadness in Aunt Zhou's eyes when she spoke. She knew that after this
separation, she didn't know when we would see each other again.
On the way back, Aunt Zhou walked a little strangely, clearly because her leg was injured. I carried Aunt Zhou for a
while and asked her if she was alright, and whether Zhou Hao and his wife would notice. Aunt Zhou said it was okay, just that she
had twisted her ankle while climbing the mountain. I took Aunt Zhou to the bus station back to the city on my motorcycle and watched her get on
the bus. After Aunt Zhou got on the bus, she sat in the last row, watching me through the window until the bus
disappeared from my sight. At that moment, I thought of
the scene in the movie "The Curious Case of Benjamin Button" where the male and female protagonists went to a hotel for the last time, a scene of love mixed with deep helplessness.
I never imagined I would lose Aunt Zhou so soon. One day in mid-May, I came home from work, and my mother told me that
Aunt Zhou had surgery in the hospital and asked me to take her to the People's Hospital that evening. I was stunned and quickly asked my mother
what illness Aunt Zhou had. My mother said it was cancer, and the surgery had removed my mother's right breast. I was completely stunned, my heart pounding with anxiety
. My mother had said that my great-aunt had died of breast cancer.
That night, my mother and I went to the People's Hospital to see Aunt Zhou. Zhou Hao and Aunt Zhou's sister were in the ward. Aunt Zhou's face
was very pale, but her spirits were good. When Aunt Zhou saw me, she said she was fine and the surgery was successful. Aunt Zhou lay on the hospital bed, and
her right breast was clearly gone. I knew that her breasts had always been Aunt Zhou's pride, and that she, who valued her appearance
, must be in great pain at this moment. But to avoid upsetting me, she forced a smile. I wanted to sit by Aunt Zhou's bedside and
cry my heart out, but I'm a man, and my relationship with Aunt Zhou could only remain a secret. So I
could only stand aside and listen to my mother talk to Aunt Zhou.
Aunt Zhou's sister, with tears in her eyes, told my mother that Xiao Fang had been careless; she had sensed that my mother wasn't feeling well for a while
but refused to go to the hospital for a checkup. Zhou Hao and I went to the smoking room. I asked Zhou Hao about Aunt Zhou's condition, and he
said it wasn't optimistic, but Aunt Zhou didn't know the truth. My heart sank. Those few days, I was in
a bad mood and often lost my temper for no reason. My wife asked me what was wrong, and I said nothing, just annoying things at work.
Aunt Zhou was usually very healthy and had a good constitution; her post-surgery condition was okay. After Aunt Zhou was discharged from the hospital, my mother and I
visited her in the city twice. In early November, Zhou Hao's family moved back to the apartment below mine. The doctor said a cheerful mood was beneficial
to Aunt Zhou's health. Aunt Zhou said living in the city was stifling, so Zhou Hao accompanied her to live in the town. Those few days, as soon as I
got off work, I would take my wife and children downstairs to play.
Aunt Zhou loved beauty; she had cotton padding in her right breast, and her figure looked the same as before. Aunt Zhou was also very happy to see me
and told my wife many stories about my childhood. Some things I didn't remember, but Aunt Zhou remembered.
Aunt Zhou told my wife about cutting pig feed when I was little; I lent my sickle to an older child, and in the end, I
cried because I didn't cut any pig feed. My wife laughed as she listened, but I felt a little sad. Perhaps at that time I already
had a premonition that Aunt Zhou would leave me, but I didn't want to think about it.
November 12th, sunny. I came home from work as usual and saw a tarpaulin awning being set up outside the building.
My heart pounded. I knew Aunt Zhou was gone. She had committed suicide by overdosing on sleeping pills. She had heard many
stories of families being financially ruined by serious illnesses. She knew her medical treatment would be expensive,
and her savings wouldn't be enough. She wanted to leave her money to Zhou Hao; she couldn't burden him. She chose to die
in the new house being demolished because she believed it was unlucky for someone to die in a new
house. Zhou Hao would continue to live in the city, so she couldn't die there. Perhaps only I could understand Aunt Zhou's painstaking efforts. I wondered if Zhou Hao knew that Aunt Zhou's
suicide was all for him.
That night, I lay alone in my small room, tears streaming down my face. My wife called me, and I quickly wiped away my tears, but she could
still tell I had been crying. She didn't laugh at me, but simply asked if I was upset. I nodded and
said that I spent most of my childhood, except for sleeping and going to school, at Aunt Zhou's house. My wife understood my feelings
and sat beside me, comforting me in my grief.
The next day, I took my wife and children to kowtow to Aunt Zhou. Aunt Zhou's portrait was taken when she was in her thirties
; she had a slightly wavy hairstyle then, very beautiful, with the air of a star of that era. Looking at Aunt Zhou's
photo, I felt a little dazed. Why did I like Aunt Zhou? Why did I like having sex with her? Was it just because she was
pretty? My wife knew I was upset, so she stood silently beside me. I turned to look at my wife, feeling
a pang of guilt. For years, I had been thinking about having sex with Aunt Zhou, never considering whether it was
right or wrong. My wife wasn't as pretty as Aunt Zhou, nor did she know how to dress, but she would ultimately be
the woman who accompanied me for life.
On the day of the funeral, I saw Grandma Zhou and Chen Dapao in the crowd. Grandma Zhou was old, but in good spirits.
Grandma Zhou and Chen Dapao had a small 50-square-meter apartment in the community, and the elderly couple lived comfortably. I heard that
Grandma Zhou and Chen Dapao had cultivated two large plots of land outside the community to grow vegetables. Before, the Zhou family was well-off, and Grandma Zhou
rarely worked in the fields. Unexpectedly, after marrying Chen Dapao, she became much more diligent. Could this be the power of love? Not
only did it make Grandma Zhou disregard worldly gossip and overcome numerous obstacles to stay with Chen Dapao, but it also changed
her lifestyle.
Seeing Grandma Zhou and Chen Dapao's happiness, I thought of Aunt Zhou again. What if I had married Aunt Zhou when Uncle Zhou died
? If Aunt Zhou was happy, would she have died of illness? Thinking about this, I felt a pang of
helplessness. I didn't have the courage to break through these worldly shackles, and neither did my beloved Aunt Zhou. Sometimes
I hated these worldly rumors; they always liked to judge others' affairs by their own standards.
During that time, Aunt Zhou often appeared in my dreams again. However, it wasn't the scene of having sex with Aunt Zhou
that I dreamt of when I was young. Instead, I dreamt of Aunt Zhou and me catching shrimp by the river; playing in the stream; chasing each other on mountain paths;
playing cards in the old Zhou family house. Aunt Zhou's beautiful, large breasts always swayed before my eyes. Whenever I tried to touch
them, Aunt Zhou would always pull my hand and say, "Tiger, it would be better if you were my son." Whenever
I woke up from this dream, my heart felt empty.
Six years have passed in the blink of an eye. I think Aunt Zhou should be at peace in heaven now. Her most worried son, Zhou Hao, is now forty
years old and has passed the most dangerous period of his life. Moreover, Zhou Hao inherited Uncle Zhou's eloquent personality and
became a minor cadre in his workplace, living a better life than most of his peers in the village.
Six years have passed, and I should let go of Aunt Zhou, but she is the most beautiful and best woman in my heart. She
must have left something behind, so I decided to let Aunt Zhou remain forever in the words I've woven. Forever. Forever.
You were born before I was born, and I was born after you had grown old.
I did not see your youthful beauty, but I saw your captivating charm.
Youth fades easily, but charm remains in my heart.
Youth vanishes with the wind, but charm remains in my dreams.
In my dreams, we share joy, but upon waking, I am filled with sorrow.
I wish to see your youthful beauty again, and to be with you in the next life.

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