【A Dream of Three or Four Years】(18-20 Complete) Author: Absolutely Not Han Han

Author: Not Han Han
Word Count: 7655

Chapter 18

Actually, I had already woken up, when Teacher Zhou got up to go to the bathroom. I saw Teacher Zhou come out of
the bathroom and squat down next to her lover, stroking his genitals. I don't know what
good deeds this guy did in his past life to be so blessed, making such a beauty as Teacher Zhou so devoted to him. As soon

as Teacher Zhou and he closed the door, I knew they were going to do their good deeds next door. I immediately got up and glanced at
the aunt on the other bed. Looking at her peaceful face, I knew she was fast asleep. At that moment, my
genitals under the thin blanket were already incredibly aroused. The aunt turned over, her face facing me. I stared at her. Since I came back and
spent so much time with her, I hadn't dared to look at her properly.

After not seeing her for several years, the aunt's skin wasn't as good as it used to be; time had left some marks on her face
. But this didn't affect her place in my heart. Instead, I felt a bit more tenderness and wanted to protect
this woman in front of me, this woman who might become my mother-in-law.

A surge of impulse welled up inside me; I wanted to reach out and touch Auntie's beautiful face, just like when we lived in their house, where
we could indulge in each other without restraint, savoring every inch of each other's skin and every drop of saliva. But reason
prevailed, and I knew things were different now. Auntie had long ago vowed to sever all
ties , refusing to give us any chance of reconciliation. And so, I stared at Auntie, as if
half a century had passed. Next door, due to the soundproofing, I could occasionally hear Teacher Zhou's moans.

Auntie's long eyelashes fluttered a few times, then she opened her eyes, saw me staring at her,
and quickly turned away. I awkwardly avoided her gaze as well. The world seemed to stand still until Auntie, as if she had also heard the moans
from next door , turned over and asked me, "Where are they?"

I pointed next door and said, "You know."

Auntie shook her head and sighed, "Those two are getting more and more outrageous."

She glanced at me, her gaze lingering on my genitals for a moment. I felt incredibly embarrassed because
the thin blanket was already stretched high. Auntie didn't speak, and neither did I.

After a while, I said to the aunt, "Auntie, it's so swollen."

The aunt seemed taken aback by my sudden question, and pretended to be calm, saying, "If it's swollen, just hold it in."

I didn't say anything, just quietly looked at her, and she looked back at me, clearly feeling
sorry for me. The groans from Teacher Zhou next door grew louder.

After a while, the aunt said, "Come here. I'll help you cum."

I felt like I'd received a royal decree, and happily immediately crawled into the aunt's bed, wanting to hug her. But the aunt
dodged , sat up, and said, "Don't touch me, I'll help you cum, just like before.

" I said, somewhat disappointed, "Okay."

Then I lay down as the aunt instructed. The aunt took off the blanket and knelt on the bed. She was wearing a silk
nightgown, her short hair slightly disheveled, which made me even more aroused. The aunt noticed my change and said, "Why are you still so restless
?"

I grinned and said, "I'm saluting you, sir."

My auntie was amused by my joke and became less reserved. She gently patted my genitals. My
genitals swelled even more, as if they were about to burst my underwear.

I said, "Auntie, I can't take it anymore."

My auntie said, "You little rascal, you're always so impatient." As she spoke, she pulled down my shorts, and my
penis sprang out like a snake.

My auntie chuckled, "What's this?"

I joked, "Consider it a greeting gift, it's been so long since I've seen you."

My auntie said, "You're just being cheeky, I'll leave you holding it in if I don't do it for you."

I said, "No, I won't be cheeky anymore. Auntie, please help me."

My auntie didn't speak, but changed her sitting position, facing me directly. She gently touched my penis with her right hand. Just
that light touch made my whole body melt, as if I had waited for centuries to finally receive my auntie's care again.

My auntie placed her hand on my penis, but didn't move, just looked at me. I saw
tears . At that moment, I seemed to understand that my auntie, too, longed to rekindle our past.

The auntie noticed I was staring at her, took a deep breath, stopped looking at me, and turned her gaze to my genitals.

Her right hand began to move gently, and I felt a warmth beyond pleasure. Looking at
her face, which seemed not fully awake, I longed to kiss her. But I restrained myself. I knew her
character; she would always keep her promises. If she refused, I could force her,
and although she might give in, I didn't want to embarrass or upset the woman I loved so deeply.

The auntie skillfully manipulated my penis, occasionally stroking my testicles with her fingers.

I tentatively asked, "Auntie, after all this time, your technique is still so skillful. Do you often
do this for Uncle? " Without

looking up, she replied, "Yes. Always for him."

A profound sense of loneliness welled up inside me, a surge of resentment rising within me. It seems all men are like this, always wanting to possess the woman they
love , not share her, even knowing full well that she doesn't truly belong to them.

Seeing that I didn't answer, the aunt continued to manipulate me while looking at me with a sly smile. She said, "Just teasing you, silly

." She then giggled, looking like she'd succeeded in a scheme.

Hearing her say that made me feel much better. I said to her, "Auntie, I feel so good, um,
I want to moan."

She said, "Go ahead. It's okay."

I said, "Mom, can I call you Mom, like before?"

She said, "Okay." She continued to manipulate me, becoming even more intense.

I said, "Mom, I missed you so much while I was abroad, you know?"

She said, "No? Who would believe that? You and Yanzi were all lovey-dovey outside, how could you possibly remember
this old woman?"

I said, "Really, Auntie. I think about you every day, every time I make love with Yanzi, I think about you,
especially during orgasm."

Suddenly, the aunt stopped what she was doing and turned to the other side. I was confused by this sudden change
, not knowing what I'd said wrong. I asked her, "What's wrong? Did I say something wrong?"

My aunt ignored me, and I heard her sobbing softly. I got up and crawled to her side, and saw that she was crying.
Like a helpless little woman, she was filled with grievance. Subconsciously, I pulled her head into my arms.
She resisted a few times, but I held her tightly, and she stopped resisting, resting her head against my chest,
still crying. I didn't speak; I knew she was a sensitive woman, and she would feel better after crying. I
nuzzled her head, inhaling her hair's fragrance, filled with tenderness.

After what seemed like an eternity, she stopped crying and choked out, "Having a relationship with you was a
mistake ."

I didn't know how to answer.

She continued, "You and Yanzi are friends, but I did this with you. On one side is my daughter, and
on the other is you. You've broken my heart, you know?"

I hugged her even tighter; I knew that at this moment, a hug was perhaps the best response.

She continued, "While you were abroad, I thought of you every single day." But
this is something we can't do in the light of day. I'm always tormented by my conscience, you know? I'm always so afraid that one day
people will find out about us, that Yanzi will find out, and then what will happen to her happiness? What will happen to me?

Looking back now, I realize I was indeed too selfish. I've always considered my own feelings and rarely put
myself in your shoes. As a traditional woman, she's tried so hard to suppress her desires, suffering far
more than I have, and yet I complained about her lack of compassion.

Auntie continued, "Since we had our relationship, I haven't slept with your uncle again. It's not that I
'm trying to protect this relationship for you, but I feel dirty, I feel like I've let him down. Now that he's
seeing other women, I actually feel a little better, less guilty."

I pulled Auntie out of my arms, cupped her face, looked at her reddened eyes and tear-streaked face, and
said to her, "Auntie, please don't degrade yourself like this. We truly love each other. You're not dirty at all.
You'll always be my goddess, the goddess I will worship."

Auntie's tears turned to laughter, and she said, "You always say the nicest things."

I said, "It's absolutely true, my goddess." I leaned in to kiss her alluring face, but
she dodged.

Auntie wiped away her tears, looked at my little brother, and laughed, "Look at your little brother,
it's all soft!"

I said, "What can I do? You were so upset, and I was still hard? I wouldn't be human."

Before Auntie could answer, I said to her tenderly, "I love you, forever."

Auntie sweetly buried her head in my chest, nuzzling my chest with her nose, inhaling my scent.

I lay down with Auntie in my arms, and she nestled her head in mine, hugging me back.

I said, "I haven't felt this good in a long time, how about you, Auntie?"

Auntie said, "Me too. I feel like all my pent-up feelings and frustration were released just now. It's
so good to have you by my side."

I placed my hand on Auntie's back, stroking her soft clothes, and asked her, "Do you remember when we
first made love?"

Auntie shyly buried her head in my bare chest and said, "I don't remember."

I pinched her back and laughed, "Do you remember now?"

Auntie giggled, "I won't tell you."

I reached out and stroked her hair, saying with a touch of melancholy, "Time flies so fast;
three or four years have passed in the blink of an eye."

Auntie looked up at me, gazing at me tenderly, and said, "Yes. If I could, I truly wish time
could stand still three or four years ago."

And so, we drifted into memories of the past.

In 1990

, I was a seventeen or eighteen-year-old lad, living at Auntie's house. My daily companions were my beautiful
auntie and Jiang Yan's lively and adorable nature. Sometimes I wondered if this was a reward or
a curse from heaven.

My admiration for Auntie had been brewing in my heart since the first time I saw her, and it only grew stronger over time.
After I moved into her house, through spending every day with her, I came to respect her. Her conversation, her wisdom, and
her way of handling things were unmatched by anyone her age, let alone young girls.

After Auntie gave me a few handjobs, our life continued as usual. Although my desire for
her grew stronger, I always restrained myself, never daring to cross the line. Although I wanted to
treat her as my woman, to cherish her, and to make her happy, I thought more about not wanting to
upset

Days passed slowly like this, and Jiang Yan returned to school from out of town to prepare for the college entrance examination. Our
lives became increasingly tense. At that time, I preferred to study for my undergraduate degree in China rather than go abroad after the exam.

That spring, as summer approached, my aunt seemed to become our caregiver, cooking all sorts of
delicious and nourishing meals for Jiang Yan and me every day. During that time, our weight skyrocketed, and Jiang Yan's bust size seemed to increase
overnight . My aunt, on the other hand, ate very little herself; she was very good at self-control.

Later, I felt embarrassed and wanted to pay her for the meals, but she absolutely refused, saying that serving one
person was the same as serving two.

Hearing this, I jokingly asked her, "Auntie, which kind of serving are you referring to?"

She reached out to hit me, saying, "That'll teach you to be honest!"

In the end, she still didn't take my money for the meals. Later, my parents visited my aunt's house once, not only to thank her for
her care but also to learn about their future daughter-in-law's family. They were traditional parents, always
hoping for a grandchild, and wishing I had gotten married, had a child, and then taken the college entrance exam. After having lunch at my aunt's house, my parents
praised her cooking skills highly and left after a brief exchange of pleasantries.

After seeing my parents off, my aunt went to the kitchen to wash the dishes. Jiang Yan was exceptionally happy because of my parents' praise and
pulled me to her bedroom. Actually, this was my aunt's room. Since Jiang Yan returned from out of town to prepare for the college entrance examination
, she had been sleeping in the same bed as my aunt. My aunt had laughed at her a few times for this, saying that she was too old to still sleep with her mother.

Jiang Yan lay on the bed and gestured for me to lie down as well. I didn't dare to be presumptuous and just stood there watching her. She
pulled me over, and I jumped onto the bed, lying face down. I smelled the fragrance on the thin blanket and determined that it wasn't Jiang Yan's scent,
but my aunt's unique feminine scent. My lower body immediately became aroused. Jiang Yan told me to lie on my back, but I refused.
Afraid she'd notice my embarrassment, she came over and tickled me. I'm extremely ticklish, and unable to resist her, I turned and
lay down with her. She saw my bulge in my crotch, her face instantly turning red. She leaned close to my ear and whispered, "
After , I'll definitely give you my first time.

" I said, "Okay." Actually, all I could think about was my aunt, wondering if she was tossing and turning in bed, unable to sleep.

Just then, my aunt came out of the kitchen looking for something. Seeing this scene, her face turned quite grim. I didn't
know why. But she didn't say anything, and she never asked.

Time flew by, and we finally survived the college entrance exam.
A sense of melancholy permeated the campus, and influenced by this, I became very sad. But besides the fact that we were about to go our separate ways, what saddened me
most was that I would likely never see my dear aunt again.

I still clearly remember that day, June 10th.

Jiang Yan, being quite outgoing at school, had countless graduation parties to attend. I've always been a bit of a loner,
without much of a social circle. After attending the class reunion, my high school life came to an end.

That evening, my aunt cooked my favorite fish. I'd forgotten how long it had been since I'd had dinner alone with her,
and I didn't feel much joy. I knew these days were coming to an end, so I felt mostly
melancholy .

During dinner, my aunt complained a bit about Jiang Yan, saying she was always away from home, always out having fun. I absentmindedly agreed
. My aunt noticed my odd behavior and asked if I was unhappy that Jiang Yan had left me home alone.

I said no.

My aunt said, "Then why have you been so sullen since you came in? Don't you want to be alone with this old woman?"

I said, "How could that be, Auntie?"

My aunt said, "Then what's wrong? You've caught a cold." She reached out and touched my forehead.

Feeling her cold hand, I said, "No. Just melancholy."

My aunt chuckled and asked, "What does a little kid like you know about being melancholy?"

I said, "Melancholy because I won't be able to see you every day anymore."

Auntie said, "Silly child, I thought it was something serious. I didn't kick you out. From now on, even if you become my son-in-law,
you can stay here with me every day, and I'll cook delicious meals for you."

I said, "Really?"

Auntie said, "When have I ever lied to you?" She then put half a fish head on my plate.

I said, "Auntie, it's rare for the two of us to be alone together today, how about we have a drink?"

Auntie said, "I don't drink. If you want to drink, I'll go down and buy some.

" I said, "Just drink a little, let's treat it as a candlelight dinner."

Auntie laughed and said, "You're so fussy, I'll go down and buy it. What kind of wine do you want?"

I said, "It's so hot, let's have beer, I'll go down and buy it myself." She went down and bought the beer and came back.

And so, we had a pleasant dinner. Auntie drank a glass at my insistence, and it turned out
she really couldn't hold her liquor; after just one glass, her face turned slightly red, but it made her even more beautiful.

After dinner, I helped Auntie clear the dishes. In the kitchen, Auntie said she would wash the dishes and told me to go watch TV, and we'd go for a walk together later
. Seeing that my aunt was a little drunk, I told her to wash the dishes tomorrow, but she refused.

I offered to help her, but she still refused. Frustrated, and worried she might fall while drunk, I leaned against the door watching
her wash the dishes. Suddenly, she turned around, tossing her long hair, looking like a goddess, her face flushed, and asked me what I was looking at.

Taking advantage of my drunkenness, I said, "Looking at a beautiful woman."

She said, "Where is she beautiful?"

I said, "She's beautiful from head to toe

." She said, "You make it sound like you can see her whole body.

" I said, "I have X-ray vision."

She said, "Little brat." Leaning against the cabinet, I went over and asked if she was drunk. She said, "I'm

a little dizzy. It's okay."

I don't know where I got the courage, but I put my arm around her waist and said, "Auntie, let me support you."

She didn't speak, but seemed about to slump against me. I rubbed my nose against her hair, inhaling its
fragrance. She closed her eyes, her face slightly red, and I could feel her heavy breathing.

After a long while, I let Auntie lean against me. I took her hand, rinsed off the dish soap, and said, "Auntie, let me help
you back to your room." Auntie softly hummed in agreement.

I helped Auntie to her room, gently placed her on the bed, and took off her shoes. As I took off her shoes
, I touched her delicate calves, my heart pounding.

I sat on the edge of the bed, looking at Auntie's beautiful face, a warm current welled up inside me. I knew
this was the feeling of love. I leaned down and kissed Auntie's forehead. Auntie opened her eyes, and I saw
a light shining in them. I mustered my courage and kissed her again. Auntie chuckled and said, "You little rascal."

Hearing this, I felt encouraged and even more excited.

Auntie lazily reached out and wrapped her arms around my neck. I buried my head in hers, and she lifted her head
slightly , her lips touching mine. At that moment, I was overjoyed. It all happened so suddenly.
Despite my constant longing for it, I never imagined it would actually happen, to the point that I completely forgot what my first kiss with my aunt
felt like .

After all, so much time had passed, and many things were hazy in my memory. I only remembered that we kissed
for a long time . I slipped my tongue into her mouth, and at first she resisted, but quickly responded passionately,
putting her tongue in mine. During this time, I pressed my entire body against hers, feeling
the softness of her breasts. My lower body desperately sought a gentle mouth, unconsciously rubbing
against . My aunt noticed my lower body pressing against her and smiled shyly. Her smile made me feel that even losing the sun
wasn't so bad; having my aunt was enough.

While kissing her, I mumbled, "Auntie, help... me masturbate..."

My aunt slipped her hand between our bodies and touched my swollen lower body. Only then did I realize that my
hands were stupidly placed on either side of her, and I began to caress her too. I touched her buttocks, her
breasts, and our breathing grew heavier and heavier.

Finally, I couldn't resist any longer and haphazardly pulled my aunt's skirt up to her waist, trying to tear off her underwear.
My aunt stopped me with her hands, ceasing her kiss. I thought she was coming to her senses, but instead, she told me to get up,
and in her dazed state, she took off her underwear and skirt herself, then helped me undress completely, before continuing to kiss me and lying back down.
On the bed. I was still a virgin then, unsure how to proceed. I just felt uncomfortable holding back. My aunt
laughed and said, "You little rascal, why don't you keep being naughty?"

She then took my swollen penis in her hand and made me kneel there. She bent over, a position I'll never
forget. At that moment, I understood why mature women were so captivating. They always understood you so well.

My aunt slowly guided my penis to her vulva. The moment it touched her, she trembled. I
felt the wetness from her lower body, and with a gentle thrust, I inserted my penis into her
uterus . My aunt cried out, feigning anger, saying, "So impatient!"

I scratched my head sheepishly, then lay on top of her, my hands caressing her smooth breasts,
my penis moving rapidly. My aunt moaned softly. But soon, I ejaculated. Before I could even ask
her consent, I ejaculated inside her uterus.

My aunt noticed I had ejaculated, and shyly stroked my head, saying like a little woman, "Sleep, darling."

Young and carefree, I kissed her contentedly and we fell asleep in each other's arms.

This was my only sexual encounter with my aunt so far. What happened afterward wasn't as
scandalous ; endless sex is rare in reality. The next day, ashamed to face my aunt, I left
her house. She acted as if nothing had happened, but didn't try to stop me. At

this

moment, my aunt lies quietly in my arms. Years later, although her face shows
some signs of weariness, her figure, thanks to her yoga practice, remains slender.

I kissed her forehead, saying, "Sometimes I regret having sex with you. If it hadn't happened,
we could have stayed the same as before."

My aunt sighed and said, "What's there to regret?"

I asked, "Auntie, you don't regret it?" My aunt said, "I regret it.

I only regret not being able to keep you, letting you leave like that."

Hearing this, I was deeply moved. I cupped Auntie's face in my hands, turned her to face me, and kissed her passionately. Auntie
responded fervently, just like before, only this time she was more intense and proactive.

I roamed her body, my hand slipping inside her pajamas to caress her breasts. Her breasts were still so smooth and delicate,
and because they weren't large, they hadn't sagged at her age. My other hand caressed her thighs,
wandering along her inner thighs. Auntie occasionally let out soft moans as we kissed, and she frantically
touched me, touching my penis, touching my buttocks. We had both accumulated so much desire and longing for each other, and
finally, we had reached the point where we could abandon everything and release it. I believe that at this moment,
the woman thinking the same thing I was thinking, hoping to devour each other's bodies.

I tore off Auntie's pajamas, and Auntie cooperated by taking off her underwear. I couldn't wait to press
Auntie down beneath me, guiding my penis towards her vagina. Auntie stroked my hair, her expression of pleasure
just like before, as if she wanted to melt me. I positioned my penis at the entrance of Auntie's vagina, feeling her tremble.
I gently pushed it inside, following her moist vaginal opening. After so many years, her vagina was as tight as it had been back then.

Auntie smiled and said, "You little rascal, you've grown up, you know how to be gentle and tender with women now."

I looked at the crow's feet at the corners of her eyes and gently smoothed them out with my hand, my lower body gently throbbing.
Auntie leaned in to kiss me, and I returned the kiss, my hands not idle either, supporting her buttocks and slowly
increasing the speed of my thrusts. Auntie's breathing grew heavier, and her face became increasingly flushed. I said, "Auntie, is it good?"

Auntie said, "Son, call me Mom. Mom feels so good."

I said, "Mom, I feel so good too. I want to keep fucking you like this, to make you feel good for the rest of your life."

Auntie said, "Good son, Mom also wants to be fucked by you like this... until... forever...
mmm ... forever... every day.

" I said, "Mom, every time I make love with Yanzi, I call her Mom, my heart is filled with thoughts of you."

Auntie said, "You're so...good...bad, mmm...how come you're so amazing now, son..."

And so, I thrust violently into this middle-aged woman, the woman I had longed for day and night. We
made love again after many years. In bed, we tried to absorb each other, to drain each other dry. We uttered
every vulgar word in the world and tried almost every position imaginable. Finally, after Auntie ejaculated four times, I,
in my final sprint, thrust deeply into her womb. Auntie lay limply on the bed, my
penis still inside her, reluctant to leave. I could feel my semen and hers sticking
together.

After the climax, Auntie fell into a deep sleep, still tightly embracing me, her lower body still gripping my penis.

I suddenly realized that these three or four years of longing were like a dream, and now, it was
time . Is that so, my dearest Auntie, my mother-in-law, my mother?

[The End]

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