I slept with my drunk aunt.

I helped my drunken aunt home; she had drunk too much at the banquet and was completely passed out. My uncle scolded her severely and told me to help her home to rest. My aunt leaned against me, and I put her left arm around my neck and my right arm around her waist. As I walked, I looked at this old woman, her forehead deeply wrinkled, her breath reeking of alcohol. Honestly, at her age, she was still so foolish. Her

semi-transparent floral blouse revealed her large breasts swaying with her movements. Her face was pressed tightly against mine, and from my angle, her breasts looked like two small mountains beneath the blouse. Because it was somewhat transparent, I could clearly see her bra underneath—the kind old women wear, a thin layer of fabric, so the shape of her nipples was clearly visible. I really wanted to take advantage of her unconscious state and press my hands down to fondle her, but after only a few steps, there were still people behind us, so I had to half-embrace, half-carry her and quicken my pace.

After walking for a while, there was hardly anyone around. Looking at my aunt again, she was still panting, completely unconscious. At this point, I became bolder and began to gently caress her waist. The feeling was incredibly exciting. To avoid being discovered, I softly called, "Aunt, Aunt," but she didn't answer. My right hand slowly moved upwards, gently pressing against her right breast, touching it lightly through her clothes and bra. It was so soft; because the clothes and bra were so thin, I could feel her body temperature. My left hand also came out and caught her left breast, slowly squeezing both hands together towards the center. It felt so big. Afraid of waking her, I didn't dare to use too much force, and also afraid of being discovered. After a while, I put my right hand back on her waist, while my left hand continued to gently caress her. Since I was holding her with my right arm, my left hand was placed between us, so no one on either side could see. Anyway, I'd take my time when we got to her house. As I thought about it, my lower body became incredibly aroused, pressing tightly against her thighs. Because she was leaning heavily in my arms, my penis was pressing against her buttocks, causing friction as we walked. Although I had touched her breasts, I wanted to see them more clearly, so I gently unbuttoned the top two buttons of her blouse.

Looking down, I saw her two large, snow-white breasts swaying back and forth inside her bra, the thin fabric almost bursting open. My left hand gently reached down, touching her lower abdomen, then moving down to her crotch area. It felt so full, slightly protruding, and I could feel the pubic hair inside her pants.

We walked like this until we reached my aunt's house. The door was locked. How could I get in without a key? What should I do? I thought about waking her up to ask her, but judging from her appearance, she wouldn't wake up anytime soon. I figured it was in her pocket. I steadied her with my right hand and reached into her pocket with my left. At that moment, I really wanted to take advantage of the situation and deliberately asked loudly, "Auntie, is the key in your pocket?" My palm pressed against her crotch again, pressing up and down forcefully. My fingers slipped between her legs, squeezing hard. Perhaps I squeezed too hard, because she let out a soft moan. I quickly grabbed the key from her pocket, opened the door…

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