[Memoir: Incestuous Stockings Chapter] (Part 2)

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Because my hometown is quite far away, I wouldn't drive for several hours to go back unless there was a special reason.
After the last incident, for a long time, I only chatted with my aunt on WeChat,
exchanging pleasantries and joking around. We'd share inspirational quotes, and surprisingly, our relationship felt much closer.
Sometimes we'd even talk about sex late at night, but nothing too deep. We both
understood, but neither of us said it outright.
This time, I'm going back to my hometown because my sister is getting married. I need to go back to send out
invitations to relatives and friends. Hearing the news of my return really excited me, because I could finally see my beautiful
and sexy aunt again, and of course, her beautiful legs in flesh-colored stockings and high heels. In a good mood, I casually
shared the good news of going home with my aunt.
"Auntie, we're driving back to our hometown tomorrow morning."
"I've already heard from your mom; they've arranged a hotel for you."
"Auntie, how about I stay at your house again? I don't really like hotels." "Hotels are so comfortable; they have everything you need
."
"Home is a warm harbor; it's always the most comfortable place to stay."
"Whatever you want. There's room at home anyway; you can choose."
"Okay, then I'll stay in the same room as last time; it's quite comfortable." "
Alright, I'll tidy it up for you in a bit."
We chatted for a while, then I lay in bed, still excited, unable to fall asleep for a long time. I wondered if
something would happen tomorrow, if it would be like in movies and novels, a sudden spark igniting a flame. I fantasized for a
long time until I finally drifted off to sleep in the middle of the night. As
the ancients said, extreme joy begets sorrow, extreme joy begets sorrow. Because the groom's parents were too busy, they couldn't
stay long at their hometown; they had to return the same day. When I heard this news in the morning, I
was furious. They were definitely drinking at noon, and I was driving, so
my plan to avoid them and come back a day later was ruined.
I started driving home around 6 a.m., barely resting along the way, mainly because I was annoyed.
They were all fast asleep in the car, which made me so angry. We arrived at their hometown around 9 a.m. First, we visited my grandparents
, then my maternal grandparents, and then all the other relatives. We basically just sat down for a few words, congratulated
my sister, and then rushed to the next house. At noon, my aunt called, saying she could be left until last
, and that she would treat us to lunch before we went back.
We stayed like this until almost 2 p.m. before we finally got to eat. Finally, I was going to see my aunt, and my mood improved a
little.
The dinner was arranged at a farmhouse restaurant downstairs from her house. After we got out of the car, I saw my
aunt waiting for us at the restaurant entrance. Looking at her, it felt like ages since we'd last seen each other. She wasn't wearing her
work clothes today, but a black knee-length dress, and as always, my favorite flesh-colored stockings, paired with
beige high heels. She looked absolutely stunning, instantly wiping away all my fatigue. I
even wanted to grab her legs and lick them to my heart's content. Just thinking about it made me hard, but thankfully no one noticed, otherwise
it would have been embarrassing. My eyes met hers briefly, and she glanced at my crotch before quickly looking away. I
smiled and didn't say much, then sat down to eat.
Since everyone at the table was familiar with each other, the seating arrangement wasn't too strict. I sat down next to my aunt, so
my aunt was on my left and my sister on my right. Even though I couldn't do anything to her, being close made
me feel a little better—typical loser mentality.
The dining tables nowadays all have a large, rotating disc, with a dark tablecloth underneath that almost
reaches the floor. There's a button inside the table to adjust the speed and stop the disc's rotation. And you know what? This county
town isn't big, but the restaurants here are pretty impressive. I haven't seen many places in Zhengzhou with adjustable discs. They ate and chatted, while
I ate absentmindedly, lost in thought. When I was almost finished, my mom said, "Could you please stop that rotating glass
disc on the table? It gets dizzy after a while. Can you tell me how to turn it off?"
"I'd rather obey," I said, lifting the tablecloth to slip inside. The first thing I saw was my aunt's
thighs in flesh-colored stockings, legs crossed, her right high heel dragging on the floor. Lowering the tablecloth made it noticeably darker
, and my mind started racing. I leaned in to smell her feet; a faint, sweet fragrance wafted from them. At that moment,
I wanted to reach out and hold them in my arms, or even suck on her toes, licking them until my saliva soaked through her
stockings. Those few seconds of inner turmoil felt like centuries. "Yusheng, isn't it ready yet? If not,
call the waiter."
"No need, no need, it'll be ready soon." I went upstairs to turn off the table switch. At this point, I had no interest in studying
this high-tech gadget; my mind was completely focused on my aunt's beautiful legs. I
felt that if I missed this opportunity, I'd never have another chance. Without further ado, I went over and licked her toes. My aunt seemed surprised that I was being so audacious under the table
; she almost instantly brought her legs together, kicking her off her high heels before she could even put them on. I lifted the tablecloth with one hand to get
out, while the other hand ran from her feet down to her knees. Then I turned around and sat back down,
saying without batting an eye, "This table is pretty cool, I studied it under there."
I didn't even look at my aunt's reaction; I just calmly pretended nothing had happened. Until the end, I
didn't do anything further, quietly eating my meal.
After dinner, my aunt suggested we go upstairs to sit for a while, have some tea, and relax. Such a nice offer, I'd
go; of course, I wouldn't refuse.
When I arrived at my aunt's house, they were all sitting in the living room drinking tea and chatting. I wandered around the house, looking at the familiar scene,
recalling our last passionate encounter, and combined with what I had just done, my inner desire reignited. However,
with so many people around, I couldn't possibly go into my aunt's room and rummage through her drawers for her underwear, stockings, or anything like that to masturbate with. So...
I need to go to the bathroom to pee and wash my face first, otherwise I feel like I'm going crazy from holding it in.
The bathroom itself isn't big, and there's a clothes rack above the toilet. Two pairs of flesh-colored stockings and one pair of black stockings
are hanging there—it's like a godsend! I'm so excited! I take them down, smell and touch them; they feel
a little damp, but they smell of laundry detergent, so they must have been washed but not dried. Even though they're not the original scent,
they're still my aunt's. My penis is already hard; I need to take them down and release this urge. I'm about to burst!
I hold the three pairs of stockings in my phone and start rubbing my penis. Instantly, I feel more swollen and harder than ever before, and my
glans is starting to secrete white fluid. The stimulation at this moment is irresistible; I feel like I'm about to ejaculate after just a few strokes
. This is too fast! I need to stop and calm down, I need to control myself and not get too excited.
"Knock knock knock, is anyone in there?"
"It's me, Auntie, my stomach hurts, I'll squat for a bit."
"Okay."
No one should bother me for a while now.
He continued to wrap his rock-hard penis in the stockings and started stroking it back and forth with the three pairs of stockings,
rubbing his testicles as he did so. After a few minutes, he felt the urge to ejaculate. He couldn't
finish so quickly, so he stopped and took a deep breath. His penis was rock hard, like an iron rod.
Since he'd decided to masturbate, he wanted something more exciting. He held the stockings around his penis in his right hand and slowly
stroked it, while his left hand pulled out his phone and found a stocking-themed erotic novel he'd saved. While reading the novel, he watched
the female protagonist scream and shout as she was being fucked in stockings, and he kept stroking
his penis, imagining the female protagonist as his aunt. His aunt was wearing flesh-colored stockings with a large hole torn in the crotch, wearing a pink dress
, her buttocks raised, her hands on the toilet seat. He then forcefully thrust his penis into her vagina,
plunging it all the way in each time.
It felt like it took about a minute before the urge to ejaculate became unbearable. I had originally planned to ejaculate outside, because
it's hard to clean if it gets on the stockings, and it wasn't convenient to sneak them into my pocket today.
But in a flash, the moment the stockings were removed from my penis, the semen gushed out. The first thick stream of liquid
shot into the stockings, specifically the black ones, and the rest landed on the toilet seat. I quickly grabbed some toilet
paper to wipe it up and cover my tracks; it wouldn't be good if they found out.
After cleaning up, I put the toilet back up. After I came out, my aunt went in and came out a little while later. She glanced at me
, and I felt like she must have noticed something. I couldn't explain why; maybe it was a man's intuition.
Since we had agreed to return home today, we said goodbye after a short while, and I drove her home.
I missed such a good opportunity to spend time with my aunt; the next time might be a long time coming.
But who could have imagined that life would be so unpredictable, and that something unexpected could turn out so well? Less than half a month passed like this.
My chats with my aunt were intermittent, but no one asked about what happened, and I didn't mention it.
My dad went to Beijing on a business trip, probably for about a week. The day after he left, my mom's
friend invited her to go to Jiuhua Mountain to burn incense. My mom has become obsessed with Buddhism in the last year or two, traveling all over the country to burn incense and pray for
blessings. My sister got married before me and usually lives at her parents' house, rarely coming over unless there's a specific reason. Suddenly, it
was quiet; I was all alone at home.
This was great! I slept in every day, ate takeout when I was hungry, and rarely went out. After eating, my mind
started to wander. I watched porn and used my aunt's old stockings to masturbate. After two days, I ejaculated at least four
times. Gradually, I felt the need for something more exciting to ignite my desires. I started thinking about searching for people nearby, hoping for
some good luck and a romantic encounter.
Around the third day, while I was texting people nearby, my aunt sent me a message: "
What are you busy with at home?"
"I'm bored at home every day."
"I'm going to Hangzhou tomorrow. I'll take a bus to Zhengzhou Railway Station around 7 or 8 pm, then transfer to a
hard sleeper train at 5 am the next morning."
"Where will you stay tonight? Stay at my place."
"I'll just find a hotel near the train station."
"How can that be? The area around the train station is the most chaotic. Hotels are dirty and messy, and sometimes the door just
opens in the middle of the night." I had to seize this opportunity!
"Oh no, that sounds so scary. Come pick me up, I'll stay at your place for the night, but you
have to get up early tomorrow morning to take me to the station."
"Absolutely. I promise I won't be late."
"How's the weather where you are?"
"Warm, a dress is fine."
"Let me think about what to wear."
"That's easy, Auntie's so pretty, she looks beautiful in anything."
"You're just bragging, agonizing over whether to wear something thick or thin."
"Why wear something so thick? I've got you covered: a dress, black stockings, and a pair of heels—perfect."
"You just like it, right? You said it's warm, so you won't wear stockings."
"Oh, I'll wear them, so my knees don't get cold."
"I'll go get ready now, remember to pick me up tonight."
"Okay."
After ending the conversation, I quickly took a full shower, sprayed on some perfume, and
then drank a can of Red Bull. At least I can't be sleepy tonight, even if I don't sleep at all. Although I don't know what will happen tonight
, it's always good to be prepared. After finishing everything, I realized it was only one or two in the afternoon.
Damn, I thought, I'll take a nap and recharge.
With that thought in mind, my erection kept shifting, and I slept fitfully, in a hazy, incoherent state.
When I woke up and moved around, I felt some discomfort in my lower abdomen, just below my navel,
a little sore. I wondered if it was because I'd been hard so much today. Around 7 PM, I texted my aunt to say I
was leaving and that we'd meet at a certain place. I was so excited! At 8:30 PM, I finally met my aunt. She was
wearing something similar to what she wore last time I went back to my hometown—a beige dress, but now she had black stockings. Everything else
was the same. She was standing there, pulling a small suitcase, looking perfectly straight.
"Auntie, how long have you been here?"
"Almost there, just a few minutes ago."
"You look so beautiful today! Were any thugs bothering you?"
"You're one to talk! A few people came over to say hello and asked for my phone number, but I chased them
away."
"That just shows how charming you are, Auntie. Come on, go home and get some rest."
Walking through the neighborhood after getting out of the car, Auntie's black stockings attracted a lot of attention. I was wearing casual
clothes, while Auntie was dressed like a mature woman in her thirties; people might have thought I was a prostitute. After arriving home
, Auntie changed into slippers at the door. Watching her slowly take off her high heels, her tiny feet in sheer black stockings slipping
into the slippers, I really wanted to go up and smell the inside of those high heels.
"Auntie, why don't you rest on the sofa for a bit? I'll boil some water for you."
"My feet are really sore from wearing these high heels. I'll soak them in hot water later."
"Okay, no rush, I'll boil some water for you in a bit."
I turned on the TV and sat next to my aunt on the sofa, watching and chatting. Her feet were probably really sore, because she
started massaging them herself.
"Let me do it, Auntie, I'm good at this. I even studied massage."
"I haven't washed my feet yet. Don't you mind if they smell?" Without a word, I put my feet right up to my nose and
sniffed them. "They don't smell bad, they actually smell nice!"
My aunt didn't expect me to smell her feet so directly, but she didn't object, saying, "Whatever."
I held those delicate little feet in my arms like a precious treasure and gently massaged them. I felt myself starting to
get aroused. I massaged from her feet down to her calves, then slowly up to her thighs,
stroking those beautiful legs back and forth, completely absorbed in the moment.
"You like Auntie's legs that much?"
"Yes, they're so beautiful, especially when they're wearing stockings, it makes me want to caress them."
"That's a problem, you need to get it treated." After saying that, she stretched her legs into my lap and lay down to rest with her eyes closed.
Because she was wearing a skirt and wasn't posing intentionally,
half of her white lace panties were showing through the stockings. Seeing that Auntie didn't object to my so-called massage, I became
bolder and started focusing on caressing her thighs, slowly moving closer to the inside of her thighs, rubbing them as I slowly draped my hand
over her body. Finally, I was face to face with her, my hands still caressing the inside of her thighs.
"Isn't this a bit inappropriate?"
"It's just the two of us tonight, nobody will know, don't worry." I whispered before kissing
my aunt's lips hard, prying them open with my tongue and tasting her mouth. My hands began
to rub her vulva more vigorously. Even through her panties and stockings, I could feel the warmth of her vulva. My aunt
lay there, letting me do as I pleased.
"Auntie, your vulva under your skirt feels so warm."
"Really?"
Seeing this, I was sure I could get my hands on my aunt tonight, so I pressed my entire body against her,
thrusting my penis hard against her vulva, rubbing back and forth. After a few thrusts, I suddenly felt the urge to ejaculate, so I quickly
stopped. Tonight was still so long; I couldn't just ejaculate after a few stimulations.
"Auntie, let's go to bed."
"Okay, but I'm exhausted, carry me."
Looking at my aunt lying on the sofa, her hair disheveled, her face flushed, her skirt already lifted up
revealing lace panties, and her beautiful legs clad in ultra-thin black stockings, I picked her up without a word and
gently laid her on the bed in my room. I stripped down to my panties and pounced on her, starting by kissing her lips,
then her ears, her neck, and slowly unhooking her bra. Her breasts weren't very big, but her nipples were already hard
, clearly she was aroused.
With one nipple in his mouth, he began to swirl, lick, bite, and suck with his tongue, using every tactile tool at his disposal.
His other hand began to knead the other breast. My aunt moaned softly, her hands gripping the sheets tightly, her body involuntarily
writhing. I sensed this was her sensitive spot, so I used all my strength. My hand continued
to knead her breasts and nipples, gradually increasing the pressure. My tongue began to lick slowly down from her nipples, all the way
to her inner thighs. Through her stockings and panties, I pressed my tongue firmly against her vulva, feeling a slight wetness, but
not smelling anything particularly unusual.
Then I continued licking her thighs, calves, and then her toes. After licking both feet,
I felt a little thirsty, so I got up to drink some water and began the next step.
"Auntie, let me help you take off your stockings."
No one answered, so I used both hands to pull the stockings and panties down from under her buttocks until they exposed her vulva
. Then I took off the stockings on one leg, leaving the other leg still in, and then took off her panties. Looking at
my aunt's dark pubic hair, I couldn't help but want to explore it further. I slowly leaned my head closer, thinking I
would first use my mouth to bring her to orgasm, to let her enjoy herself.
She probably sensed I was about to lick her genitals and quickly covered herself with her hands. "I peed today, it's not clean down there,
I'm going to take a shower."
"I can't wait, Auntie, we'll talk about it later after the shower. I'm going to make you feel like you're dying of pleasure." I forcefully pushed her hands
away, revealing her no longer pink vulva, which still had some sticky fluid on it.
I took it all in my mouth and started sucking hard. A lot of fluid came out, and it smelled a pungent odor, probably from urine. It wasn't strong, but it stimulated me even more.
I squeezed her breasts hard with one hand, and licked her vulva with my tongue, finding the sensitive clitoris and playing with
it back and forth with my tongue. Then I forcefully inserted my tongue into the hole of her vulva. My aunt was just moaning and groaning the whole time, without
the loud screaming I had imagined.
To be honest, besides a faint musky smell, there wasn't anything else. I put my fingers
in my mouth to wet them; by this time, my aunt was already soaking wet. I found her vagina and slowly
inserted one finger first. It felt quite tight. I continued licking her clitoris while gently
inserting one finger.
After a while, I felt my aunt was getting used to it, so I added another finger, two fingers going in and out of her vagina together.
From a slow start to a faster pace, my aunt maintained the same motion, her mouth tightly shut, making soft moaning sounds.
After about three minutes of this, she reached orgasm. I felt her vagina contract, gripping
my fingers tightly, and her vaginal lubrication increased.
I was already incredibly hard, and that's when I realized I hadn't brought a condom. But since my
aunt kept her eyes closed, I simply didn't bring it up.
I started by spreading my aunt's legs and slowly inserted my penis into her vagina. It didn't feel very tight, just slippery
. Then I started thrusting. At first, I didn't dare to go too fast, afraid of getting excited and accidentally ejaculating , so
I thrust very slowly. I lifted her legs and carried them on my shoulders, and started licking the toes and instep of her stockinged foot
while maintaining a steady pace of thrusting. After a while, I felt myself about to ejaculate, so I quickly pulled out, took
a deep breath, and laid my aunt on her side. I lifted her stockinged leg and carried it on my shoulder, then sat down on her other
leg. I felt that this way I could penetrate deeper. With each thrust, my aunt would let out a "ah." After about ten thrusts,
I thrust hard a few times, and her vagina contracted tightly again. I pulled my penis out of her vagina and
ejaculated a long way, all over her hair and chest. I ejaculated four or five times before slowly stopping. I felt
so incredibly satisfied.
"Look, you've already shot it all over my hair. I still need to wash my hair later, why didn't you shoot inside?"
"Ah, I didn't dare shoot inside."
"Look at you, so timid. I gave you the chance but you didn't seize it. I'm going to take a shower."
Watching my aunt take off her stockings and go to shower naked, I suddenly felt quite tired, covered in sweat. I thought
I'd lie down and rest for a bit, but I unknowingly fell asleep. I vaguely felt my aunt come out of the shower, but I was too
tired and groggy until my alarm rang at around 4 a.m. It was time to get up and take my aunt to the station. I saw that my aunt
was basically dressed and wearing a skirt.
"You're up so early, Auntie."
"I haven't been sleeping much. You've been snoring, it kept me awake."
"I really didn't feel that, it's my fault."
"It's time to leave. Get dressed and take me to the station, otherwise we'll be late." Looking at my aunt who was basically dressed
, I thought there was no time to do it again, but everything that happened last night felt like a dream.
"Okay, I'll get dressed and we'll head out." On the way to the station, I drove with one hand and stroked
my aunt's stockinged legs with the other. She didn't refuse me, only reminding me to drive carefully. Finally, I dropped her off at the station
, watching her slowly enter with her suitcase. I wondered if I'd ever have another chance like this.
Later, although we crossed that line, we never actually had sex again. Sometimes
she'd give me her worn stockings to masturbate, or I'd hold her little feet, put on lubricant, and do footjobs
. But we never did oral sex; she said she didn't know how and didn't want to learn. I didn't force her, and she just kept
finding different ways to help me masturbate.
Aunt's story is finished.
The Aunt's story is now complete, though a bit rushed, thankfully it wasn't abandoned. Next are the Mother's and Sister's
stories, which will be put together due to word count limitations.
I've realized that back-and-forth dialogue isn't for me; I plan to
narrate future true stories in the first person, like a storyteller. It's a kind of record of memories.

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