Holding hands

When I arrived at Yingying's courtyard, the gate was closed. I figured she was probably taking a nap. It was a hot and quiet summer afternoon; besides sleeping, there really wasn't much to do to pass the time.
Yingying is my girlfriend, though she's only sixteen. I met her on her way home from school, and I was immediately struck by her pure beauty. At sixteen, she was already 165 centimeters tall, and her long, shapely legs beneath her short school skirt were the most beautiful legs I'd ever seen.
Girls these days mature early; some even start dating in middle school. Under my intense pursuit, Yingying quickly succumbed to my passion and agreed to be my girlfriend.
I was still serving in the military. In our area, boys who don't study hard usually have two choices: either join the army and hope for a job after discharge, or try to get a government-sponsored job through connections—basically, just finding a simple job.
After two years in the army, nearing my discharge, the military's management wasn't as strict anymore. As long as you had a good relationship with your superiors, it was easy to fake a sick leave and go home more often. This time, I came back to use two packs of good cigarettes to get a month's leave.
Actually, I wasn't particularly homesick. I'd been back many times in the last six months, and my family no longer treated me with the same meticulous care and enthusiasm as during my first visit. I just missed Yingying. During my last visit, we crossed the final line between a man and a woman. The pleasure her delicate, soft body brought me left me sleepless countless times after returning to the army.
After getting home, I quickly changed my clothes and immediately went to find Yingying. It was summer vacation, and Yingying should have plenty of time to spend with me. I couldn't wait to embrace her body again.
I hesitated for a moment, unsure whether to knock. Disturbing someone's rest at this time would be very impolite. Although Yingying's family was very kind to me, I hadn't visited their home often, and I still felt a little nervous every time I saw Yingying's mother.
Finally, I decided to climb over the wall. Two years of military service had made scaling such walls without making a sound a piece of cake for me. I carefully observed the area from the top of the wall for two minutes, making sure everyone in Yingying's family was taking a nap, before silently descending into the courtyard.
Pushing open the main door, I breathed a sigh of relief. Yingying's bedroom door was open on the west side of the living room; being a little girl, she didn't usually lock her bedroom door when she slept. Her mother's bedroom door on the east side was tightly closed.
The thought of soon being able to hold Yingying in my arms sent a surge of heat through me. In this heat, what would Yingying be sleeping like? White panties, a tight tank top, long, white legs,
soft, firm breasts…
I went in, but didn't see the beautiful scene I imagined.
The bedroom was empty; the white sheets didn't hold the white girl I longed for. A wave of disappointment washed over me. After all, I hadn't spent much time with Yingying, and I knew very little about her life. In this situation, I couldn't immediately recall where she should be.
The door to the main room wasn't locked; someone must be home. A glimmer of hope rose within me. Perhaps Yingying was taking a nap with her mother. It wasn't impossible. Yingying's father was a sailor, rarely having time for his family. Though they were called a family, most of the time it was just her mother and Yingying and her sister. Neither Yingying nor her sister had air conditioning in their bedrooms; in this heat, they were likely sleeping in their mother's room.
I went outside and walked to the door of Yingying's mother's bedroom. Like most families, the key was in the lock; I could easily have turned it and gone in. But I didn't dare. After all, I had climbed over the wall, meaning
I felt like a thief. I hesitated for a moment, planning to climb back out and ring the doorbell to enter properly, like a guest. I had always hoped Yingying's family would have a good impression of me. Being with Yingying wasn't just a momentary impulse; I loved her and sincerely hoped to marry her when she grew up.
Just as I turned to leave, I heard a strange sound coming from inside. It was a strange sound; the door was very soundproof, and the sound could still be heard. Listening intently from inside, I could only make indistinct noises, like someone groaning.
After listening carefully for a long time without being able to make it clear, I became curious, but also worried. The sound was clearly coming from a person's throat. Could someone be sick, suffering some kind of pain?
I mustered my courage and gently knocked twice on the door. The room seemed to fall silent suddenly. I heard Yingying's mother ask, "Who is it?"
I quickly replied, "It's me, Auntie, it's A-Ding."
There was no response from inside, only a jumble of incomprehensible sounds, followed by a thud, like someone falling to the ground. Instinctively, I turned the key, pushed open the door, and rushed in. The scene inside shocked me. I hadn't expected to see such a sight. For a moment, I stood frozen in the doorway, unsure whether to stand or retreat.
Aunt Mei, Yingying's mother, stood naked, her snow-white body awkwardly by the bed, equally stunned by my sudden intrusion. My mind went blank; all I could see was Aunt Mei's alluring and strange beauty.
I had always thought that young girls' bodies were the most beautiful, but now I knew I was wrong. Compared to most young girls I had ever met, even compared to Yingying, whom I considered to have the most beautiful body, Aunt Mei was in no way inferior, and even possessed a certain charm—that kind of charm that I had always only been able to understand through imagination, but could never truly describe.
That was the beauty that came after the transformation from girlhood to womanhood. If Yingying's beauty was a bud, Aunt Mei's was in full bloom. At that moment, Aunt Mei displayed that beauty perfectly and without reservation before my eyes. I couldn't be sure where my gaze was focused—was it on her full, rounded breasts or the mysterious, alluring bulge in her lower body? I was completely stunned, so stunned that I forgot everything.
Time seemed to stand still. I stood there, frozen, my life seemingly frozen in that moment. I don't know how much time passed before Aunt Mei let out a scream. I was startled awake by her scream, and only then did I notice that at Aunt Mei's feet lay a naked man. Compared to Aunt Mei's nakedness, his was somewhat disheveled, showing signs of fright and pain from a fall. That loud thud must have been from him falling in his panic.
I suddenly realized the awkwardness of the situation. In this situation, unless this man was Yingying's father, and I left the room pretending I hadn't seen anything, there was still a chance to save face for everyone. Unfortunately, although I didn't know who the man was, I knew for sure he wasn't Yingying's father.
I regretted my rashness; no matter what, catching my future mother-in-law in the act was something I didn't want to happen. I quickly retreated, though in my last moments, my gaze lingered on Aunt Mei's voluptuous naked body.
Before I reached the main room, I heard Aunt Mei calling me. I wasn't sure why—was she confirming my departure or asking me to stay and wait for a definite answer? I called into the room, "Aunt Mei, I'm leaving now. Could you tell me where Yingying went?"
There was a brief exchange of voices in the room, then the man came out, head bowed, already dressed. He didn't look at me, quickly passing by me, stepping across the courtyard. The gate clicked softly, and when I looked back, he had vanished from the world outside.
When I turned back, Aunt Mei was already standing behind me.
Sitting down in the living room, looking at Aunt Mei's slightly flushed face, I almost wondered if I was dreaming.
I was unsure if what I'd just witnessed was truly an awkward situation, and I didn't know how to break the ice. I coughed twice, but still couldn't utter a complete sentence.
Aunt Mei spoke first: "Do you smoke?"
I glanced at the living room. On the previous two visits to Yingying's house, I had not smoked in front of Aunt Mei. In order to leave a good impression on her, I had always tried my best to be polite and well-mannered.
Aunt Mei laughed, "I know most boys in the army smoke. Don't be shy, just smoke if you want. I won't blame you. Besides, I don't object to men smoking."
I tried to relax and smiled, saying, "I have my own."
After the cigarette was lit, the atmosphere seemed a little more relaxed. Aunt Mei said, "I know you smoke. I saw a cigarette butt you left in Yingying's room after you left. It's nothing, really. You're an adult now that you're in the army. You can decide your own lifestyle."
After talking about the situation in the army for a while, Aunt Mei asked me, "When did you get back?"
I said, "Just got home. I changed my clothes and came to see Yingying."
Aunt Mei asked, "How did you get in? I didn't hear the gate open." She hesitated for a moment, "Yingying gave you a key to my house."
I was a little embarrassed, "No, I climbed over the wall. I was afraid of disturbing your rest, and I was eager to see Yingying."
Aunt Mei suddenly lowered her head. I quickly said, "I'm sorry, Aunt Mei, I didn't mean to."
A blush flashed across Aunt Mei
's face, and I became even more embarrassed. "Don't be angry, Aunt Mei, believe me, I definitely won't make things up." Aunt Mei frowned, looking a little angry. "You won't make things up? Did you see it? What do you have to say? I'll tell you, there's nothing there. That man just now, he came to help me... helped me..." She stammered for a while, but couldn't find a final reason. After all
, it's rare in this world for someone to be naked to help. But then she asked me, "Do you understand?"
I didn't dare to be careless at all and nodded vigorously. "I understand, I understand."
Aunt Mei chuckled. "You little brat, what do you understand?" She probably realized that the reason she had tried to force on me was too weak.
Just then, the phone rang. Aunt Mei blushed slightly, stood up, and went to the bedroom to answer it. I think she was probably afraid I would overhear something. In my mind, it was probably the call from the man who had left earlier, and Aunt Mei must have thought so too.
But after Aunt Mei whispered "hello," her voice immediately brightened: "Yingying, where are you now? Are you having fun with Daddy?"
I cursed my bad luck inwardly. I couldn't wait to come back; I thought Yingying would spend a whole month playing with me during summer vacation, but it turned out she went to the ship to find Daddy. Just as I was feeling disheartened, I heard Aunt Mei say, "Ading is back, he's sitting in the living room. Do you want to talk to him?"
I rushed into the bedroom, staring longingly at the receiver in Aunt Mei's hand. Aunt Mei handed me the phone, and I said into the receiver, "Yingying, it's me, it's Ading."
Yingying said, "When did you go back? How long will you be home? If I had known you were coming back, I wouldn't have come to see Daddy. I missed you so much! Did you miss me?"
I said repeatedly, "Of course I missed you, otherwise why would I have come back..."
A strange static sound came from the phone, then nothing more. After shouting "hello" a few times, the phone went dead. Disappointed, I put down the phone. It seemed this trip home was a complete failure. Aunt Mei comforted me, saying, "That's how the phone on the ship is; it often drops. Don't worry, she'll probably call back soon."
I nodded. Aunt Mei said, "It's good to be young, to care for each other like this. I really envy you young people."
I said, "Aunt Mei, you're young too. Yingying told me you gave birth to her when you were 17, so you're only a little over 30 now. You're so beautiful; Uncle De must care about you a lot."
Aunt Mei gave a bitter smile, sighed softly, and seemed to want to say something, but ultimately didn't. For some reason, at that moment, I felt a strange sense of oppression in Aunt Mei's heart, a deep, profound unhappiness.
I wanted to comfort Aunt Mei, but I didn't know how to begin. Looking at Aunt Mei's face, I suddenly realized she didn't look like a woman in her thirties at all. Perhaps beauty can make one forget the vicissitudes of time and awaken a tenderness deep within the heart. In that moment, Aunt Mei was no longer Yingying's mother, but simply a beautiful woman.
Aunt Mei seemed a little embarrassed by my gaze; perhaps there really was something in my eyes that was instantly understandable.
She rolled her eyes at me. "Why are you looking at me like that? Don't forget, I'm Yingying's mother. You should call me Auntie."
I shook my head. "I know, but I just don't see you as an elder. If it weren't for Yingying, I probably would never have called you Auntie. You'd only ever be my older sister."
Aunt Mei sighed. "You don't need to flatter me. Yingying is so grown up now. In two more years, I'll be a complete old woman."
I laughed. "I've never seen an old woman this beautiful. If all old women were like Aunt Mei, I wish I could be one soon." "Get old, and marry an old woman."
Aunt Mei asked me, "What about Yingying if you marry an old woman? I understand now, you've been deceiving my daughter. You wait, when Yingying comes back, I'll never allow her to stay with you again."
I quickly shook my head. "That's not what I meant. I truly love Yingying. I just wanted you to know that Aunt Mei isn't old at all. From a man's perspective, I like Yingying, and I also like Aunt Mei. If I hadn't already fallen in love with Yingying, and had to choose between you two, I might have chosen Aunt Mei."
Aunt Mei looked at me with some surprise. I said, "When I first met you, I never noticed your beauty because I almost dared not look at you directly. Out of love for Yingying, I considered you an elder, so I never truly looked at you, whether you were beautiful or not. But today, when I pushed open the door and saw... saw... and then I realized, Aunt Mei, you are so beautiful."
Aunt Mei's expression was complex, indistinguishable between joy, anger, sorrow, and happiness. Her lips moved, but she didn't say anything.
I looked into Aunt Mei's eyes, and at that moment I was sincere; I swear on my conscience. I believed Aunt Mei could sense my sincerity too, and perhaps it was precisely this sincerity that prevented her from saying anything. I paused, then continued, "Really, when I saw Aunt Mei's body, I only felt beauty. This beauty, in my heart, had no erotic connotations, only appreciation."
Aunt Mei was silent for a long time, then said softly, "Eroticism is the only thing I'm qualified to talk about in front of you today. Being caught in this situation by you, I wanted to give myself a noble reason, but besides eroticism, I can't find an answer to give you."
Aunt Mei gave a bitter smile, "Although everyone doesn't say it, they all know it in their hearts; it's just a seasoning in life. But you are Yingying's boyfriend, and perhaps in the future you will be my girlfriend..." " Son-in-law, you're both so young. Besides love, how much do you really know about pornography? I've never thought I've done anything wrong, but in front of you, I feel so vulgar."
I shook my head vigorously. "Aunt Mei, don't take it personally. I really don't think... pornography is a vulgar thing."
A hint of comfort flashed in Aunt Mei's eyes. "I can tell you're not deliberately lying to me. This means we can talk about pornography in front of you. I remember you should be twenty years old this year, practically an adult. Can you tell me how much you know about pornography?"
I opened my mouth, unsure what to say.
Aunt Mei smiled. "Are you shy or what? Can you tell me if you and Yingying have slept together, that is... had sex?" I felt my face burning, and I nodded. There was nothing to hide. Besides, in my heart, I never felt I had done anything wrong. Hiding it was because it was shameful, definitely not because I was wrong.
Aunt Mei gave me an approving look. Then she hesitated for a moment and asked, "Do you want our conversation to continue? If you do, then don't hide anything from me. I'm no longer treating you like a child, because this isn't child's talk."
I said, "Of course I do."
Aunt Mei said, "Like true friends, speak freely and without reservation."
I said, "Of course, otherwise what's the point of talking?"
Aunt Mei said, "Then tell me, besides Yingying, have you had sex with other girls?"
I hesitated for a moment, "Yes."
Aunt Mei asked, "Was it enjoyable? How is it different from Yingying's?"
I said, "Enjoyable. From a purely sexual perspective, there's no difference in enjoyment."
Aunt Mei's eyes lit up. "Tell me honestly, if you had the opportunity to continue having sex with girls other than Yingying, without hurting..." "Would you do that if it hurts others?"
I nodded. "I would. I wouldn't give up the happiness I can have without hurting Yingying."
Aunt Mei breathed a sigh of relief. "You're an honest man, and a brave man, even braver than I imagined. I was a little worried that you might get hurt because of today's awkward situation, but it seems my worries were unnecessary."
I smiled and said, "It was unnecessary anyway. I won't get hurt because of this. If I wasn't worried that my recklessness would cause you unease or harm, I should be home and sleeping soundly by now. You know, I just sat on a train for more than ten hours."
Aunt Mei looked into my eyes, and there was something special in them that moved me.
"I know why Yingying likes you so much now. Besides being cute, you're also a very understanding man,
" Aunt Mei said. "There's one last question, for honest and brave men." Ever since I put on this nightgown to see you, your eyes have been scanning it. What are you looking at? And I've noticed your little brother seems to be hard the whole time. Can you tell me why it's excited?
I swallowed hard, unsure how to answer. Should I tell her I wanted to see clearly if there was anything else covering her body under this nightgown, and that my little brother, from the moment I saw her body, seemed to have lost control of me?
Aunt Mei's face seemed to turn red again. "Honest children should be rewarded. Brave men should be rewarded. If you have the strength to carry me to bed, without hurting anyone else, I'm willing to give you some of the pleasure you want,"
Aunt Mei said. "But this time, I don't want anyone to barge in at this time. For pleasure, such disturbance is fatal."
All the doors were locked, and all the eroticism began. Aunt Mei, having taken off her nightgown, lay on the snow-white sheets. It was really hard to tell which was whiter, the sheets or Aunt Mei. I looked at Aunt Mei's radiant body, feeling like I was dreaming. I could truly possess such beauty, I could truly possess such joy.
Aunt Mei asked, "What are you waiting for?"
I didn't know, I truly didn't know what this feeling was like, I couldn't be sure if it was all real.
I couldn't even bear to rush over and pull Aunt Mei into my arms. I couldn't give up this visual pleasure, this body, I didn't know if it belonged to an angel or a devil. I said, "You're so beautiful."
Aunt Mei asked, "How beautiful?"
I was speechless again. How beautiful? I looked from afar, unable to define, not knowing what kind of beauty a woman's body, which I couldn't bear to rush over and possess, possessed. I murmured, "Let me look like this, I'd be willing to look for a lifetime."
Aunt Mei asked softly, "Don't you want to?"
Her voice was low, almost hoarse, with a fatal allure. Her body trembled slightly, I didn't know what it was trembling about. She parted her legs, her fingers gently rubbing her already dripping vulva, a seductive moan escaping her throat.
I heard her say, "Give it to me." All my thoughts immediately crumbled, I went up, removed her hands, and thrust into her body in one swift motion.
No foreplay, no build-up—this is what naked pornography should be like: direct penetration, direct impact, direct rape, direct pleasure.
Pleasure is in my tongue, pleasure is in my hands, pleasure is in my chest, pleasure is in my penis. Even greater pleasure lies beneath me. Aunt Mei's eyes are closed. I didn't know why women usually keep their eyes closed during sex, but now I know—closing their eyes allows them to savor the pleasure more intimately.
Because shortly after I penetrated Aunt Mei, my eyes seemed to close as well. Every muscle in Aunt Mei beneath me seemed to be moving, caressing, comforting, and simultaneously demanding. With my eyes closed, I clearly felt the complete surrender of Aunt Mei's body, and I understood more clearly the satisfaction of every minute of conquering the sea of desire.
I rode with all my might, without holding back, my mind unable to hold anything else—beauty and ugliness, joy and anger, honor and disgrace, even life and death were disregarded. Only burning remained. I felt my whole being burning, until I turned to ashes.
Aunt Mei lay motionless, limbs outstretched, for a long time. I stood there, forgetting everything, nestled within those outstretched limbs.
I don't know how much time passed, but my penis gradually softened and slowly slid out of Aunt Mei's body. I struggled to move and lay down beside her. Aunt Mei remained motionless, oblivious to the mess she had made of the fluid on the sheets. I gently stroked her body. Her breasts were full and firm, the nipples like two red beans.
These didn't look like the breasts of a woman who had given birth to two children; they weren't soft or tired, even the areolas were still a pale pink. They seemed like the breasts of a mature young woman, yet possessed a maternal beauty and gentleness that could soothe pain.
Once again, I forgot where I was, feeling Aunt Mei's breasts bounce and throb in my palms again and again, a surge of passion filling me with inexplicable emotion. In a hazy state, I heard Aunt Mei say, "You're amazing." I opened my eyes and looked at Aunt Mei. "You're so beautiful."
Aunt Mei smiled faintly, a delicate blush on her cheeks like that of a young girl. "How beautiful?"
I said, "As beautiful as you can imagine."
Aunt Mei leaned closer, half-lying on my chest, one hand slowly roaming over my chest. "More beautiful than Yingying." I nodded. "Yes."
I wasn't lying. At that moment, Aunt Mei's beauty was incomparable; her charm was something Yingying never possessed.
Aunt Mei gently pinched my chest. "You're a liar, and a fickle one at that. Don't talk to me about beauty anymore. Remember, between us, there's no beauty or ugliness, only lust."
My mind was filled with confusion.
Was all of this just lust? I couldn't be sure. My hand had somehow moved to Aunt Mei's lower body, between her plump legs, a mess left after passion. Perhaps it could only be lust. Besides lust, I didn't know what else it could be.
Aunt Mei's lips pressed against mine, and I couldn't help but moan softly. Our tongues intertwined gently, and I wrapped my arms tightly around her soft waist. My little brother, without me noticing, became aroused again.
Aunt Mei straddled me, pressing her hips down firmly. I closed my eyes and heard her whisper in my ear, "Remember, there's nothing between us except lust. Don't forget that besides lust, I will always only be your aunt."
It was completely dark.
Aunt Mei was still asleep. She looked pained, her brow furrowed as if burdened by an unresolved knot. Several times in my sleep, I heard her make a strange sound as she ground her teeth. Each time I was awakened by this sound, I saw a crease of unease on her beautiful face under the dim light.
She seemed to tremble slightly.
I got up and turned the air conditioning down a little, then covered Aunt Mei with a blanket, watching her pull it tightly around her.
I couldn't resist pulling her into my arms and gently kissing her face. Her face still held a hint of unease, like a child struggling in fear. I gently pressed her face against my chest.
At that moment, we were so close, so tender, so inseparable. I softly touched her breasts with my lips. These were probably the most beautiful breasts in the world, full and full, possessing a weight that only mature women could have after years of growth. Perhaps even God admired such beautiful breasts, leaving no trace of the brown marks that marked the transition from bud to full bloom. Even after blooming, Aunt Mei's nipples remained as rosy as a young girl's.
Aunt Mei's breasts stood erect again in my lips. Her body was so sensitive; every gentle touch elicited a powerful reaction, a reaction equally beautiful. I savored the astonishing sensuality Aunt Mei displayed, a transformation driven by desire, almost making me want to violate her once more.
I wondered, was this moment of warmth and tenderness due to eroticism? I embraced her, and what was truly open was the embrace of desire—these beautiful breasts, breasts that could only bloom for eroticism. I raised my head, gazing at Aunt Mei's face, and suddenly my mind went blank.
Aunt Mei's face nestled quietly against my young, naked chest. Young, naked chests are usually shy, but at this moment, my chest felt no shyness. Aunt Mei's lips gently touched my young, naked chest. Young, naked chests are sensitive, and at this moment, my heart was as still as water.
A faint sweetness filled my heart. I suddenly understood that in this moment of emotion, I had treated myself as a lover.
I was mesmerized for a long time. When I looked at Aunt Mei again, her expression had become peaceful and serene in her sleep.
All afternoon, before we grew tired, we seemed to be making love frantically. Every unintentional tease I gave her or Aunt Mei's strange trembling would trigger a new embrace and tenderness. Aunt Mei, in her erotic moments, gave me a whole new world; I realized eroticism could be so beautiful.
I don't know how long we entangled, how many orgasms we had. Up and down, left and right, front and back, we were wildly passionate, almost every minute was erotic. Today, eroticism was like a sea, and we floated in it, forgetting everything. Then suddenly everything quieted down. As night enveloped the outside world, I opened my eyes, almost unable to believe what had happened.
Aunt Mei, naked in my arms, reminded me that everything had truly happened. Aunt Mei's body was mature and voluptuous, but for some reason, at this moment, she nestled quietly in my arms, and I almost felt like I was holding Yingying. This feeling was strange. Was this really the feeling one should have when embracing their future mother-in-law?
Aunt Mei stirred slightly in my arms, and I couldn't help but hug her tighter, as if afraid she would suddenly leave me. At this moment
, we were so close. This was definitely not the distance between a son-in-law and mother-in-law, nor even the distance between a man and a woman; it was more like lovers, deeply in love and lost in each other. But all along, I had loved Yingying. Even now, I could tell myself with certainty that I still loved Yingying. Aunt Mei and Yingying were two different kinds of beauty, but at this moment, Aunt Mei's beauty was closer to me. I believed this answer.
Aunt Mei struggled slightly in my arms, waking up from her sleep. She pushed my hands away and gently leaned on my shoulder. I didn't speak, but simply rubbed my chin against Aunt Mei's face. Aunt Mei said, "You're hugging me too tightly; it's suffocating."
I smiled. I was certain of my feelings. Aunt Mei was no longer my elder; she should be my lover.
An afternoon of unrestrained intimacy and passion had melted away all distance between us—age, generation, and mutual wariness.
Aunt Mei said, "I slept for so long. I almost died from exhaustion."
I asked her, "Are you tired? Shouldn't I be the one saying that? Do you know how many times you made me ejaculate? It seems like this kind of thing is more tiring for men. I don't think you're tired. The whole afternoon, you were the one teasing me, and you were always the one who started it."
Aunt Mei pushed me, "Get lost! You're taking advantage and still acting innocent. I'm never talking to you again." She sat up and went to get her pajamas thrown at the foot of the bed. I was startled and grabbed Aunt Mei, "What are you doing?"
Aunt Mei said, "I'm going to take a shower. You've made me filthy." I asked her, "Why do you need to get dressed to take a shower?" Aunt Mei rolled her eyes at me, "I have to go to the yard to shower. Who knows if someone will sneak in without a sound like you?"
I laughed. "Probably not. Honestly, how many times has this happened to you?"
Aunt Mei ignored me, rolled out of bed, and bent down to pick up her nightgown from the floor. In that instant, her snow-white, full buttocks flashed an elegant arc before my eyes, another exquisite sight of her genitals making me erect again. I called out to Aunt Mei, "No."
Aunt Mei turned around suspiciously, "What are you doing?"
I rushed over, hugged Aunt Mei from behind, forcefully pressed her body down, and quickly thrust inside. Aunt Mei let out a gasp, but after only a moment of struggle, she immediately emitted the lewd sounds she had been making all afternoon.
I suddenly felt a strong sense of jealousy, jealousy of the men I had been with Aunt Mei before. In their presence, I wondered what kind of allure Aunt Mei possessed, whether she would be forever being pleasured and violated like this.
Of course, she was being pleasured and violated. With each thrust, Aunt Mei moaned, trembled, and her flower-like opening contracted and sucked, the nectar flowing from her excited opening wetting my lower abdomen.
I stood, skillfully and powerfully raping her, my hands cupping Aunt Mei's heavy breasts as she leaned forward, savoring every inch of her sensuality. Compared to the afternoon's rape, this time I was conscious, clearly aware of what I was doing.
Perhaps this time, I truly enjoyed Aunt Mei. This active enjoyment, both visually and tactilely, brought me a different kind of pleasure, not only physically but also mentally. Aunt Mei was completely passive; she bent over, constantly gasping in surprise at my superior rape.
I lasted a long time, even surprising myself, perhaps because I had unleashed too much in the afternoon. Although waves of pleasure assaulted my lower body, I remained vigorous long afterward. Aunt Mei's body bent lower and lower, her raised buttocks flushed red from my thrusts, and the rape position changed from upright to Aunt Mei kneeling on the floor, her heavy breasts pressed firmly in my hands, feeling hard like two pieces of porcelain.
Her waist, however, was completely supple, so supple it could almost twist in any direction. A glistening flow of vaginal fluid trickled down her thighs to the bends of her knees. Aside from the occasional gasp and a struggle to cooperate with my thrusts, she mostly endured, seemingly oblivious to everything as I brutally penetrated her.
My hands gradually could no longer support the weight of Aunt Mei's upper body. I laid her entire upper body on the floor, and my thrusts ceased. Aunt Mei made soft moaning sounds, her hand seemingly reaching for my buttocks. I flipped her over, forcefully spreading her thighs. To my astonishment, I discovered that, like her nipples, her entire vulva retained the unique rosy hue of a young girl. During my vigorous thrusting, this red was rounded and vibrant, shimmering with a glistening glow.
This must be the legendary "masterpiece" of a woman.
I penetrated her from the front. Aunt Mei was already teetering on the edge of climax. As soon as I entered, she grabbed my buttocks tightly. With the floor against her, her body began to arch upwards. I saw her entire chest and genitals flushed red with excitement, her vagina contracting violently with each thrust. Finally, with a scream, Aunt Mei lost her senses, forcefully pushing me aside. She lay on the floor, completely exhausted, motionless for a long time.
I remained still for a long time, watching Aunt Mei, who had forgotten everything in her debauchery, with satisfaction. My penis was still erect, but I no longer had the desire to penetrate her. A strange satisfaction washed over me; it seemed I had reached an orgasm I had never experienced before.
I got up, lit a cigarette, and sat down on the floor a short distance away, watching Aunt Mei gradually awaken.
After waking up, Aunt Mei looked even more beautiful and indescribable, her eyes filled with a gentleness and shyness.
She sat up, facing me, and asked for the cigarette she had lit. No one spoke; an emotion seemed to grow, a sense of satisfaction and harmony between us that connected our hearts, making words unnecessary.
Until a cigarette burned to the end, we were completely silent. Aunt Mei asked me softly, "Want to take a shower together?" I nodded. Aunt Mei said, "I want to take a cold shower. I think we should calm down."
I was a little confused; the word "calm down" sounded strange.
Aunt Mei noticed my confusion and said, "Today's erotic journey should be over, don't you think?"
A voice of despair roared in my heart. I struggled to express myself: "Today's over, but what about tomorrow?"
I leaned closer, trying to hug Aunt Mei again. Aunt Mei stopped me, looking into my eyes: "A-Ding, whether we're together again or not, it's best not to mention tomorrow to each other. Because neither of us knows how many days tomorrow will actually be for us."
She kissed me deeply, something wetting my face.
I remained silent for a long time. This silence was one of helplessness, bewilderment, and confusion. From the moment I first saw Aunt Mei's naked beauty this afternoon, it all felt like a dream. A man captivated by such beauty is fortunate, for such beauty is a kind of fate, something that cannot be forced. Yet, a man captivated by such beauty also suffers, for after the initial shock, there is usually a profound sense of loss.
As for me, from the moment I embraced Aunt Mei's body, every minute of that time was pure joy. In just over ten hours, I felt as if I had experienced all the joy imaginable. Aunt Mei gave me a passion I had never felt before. At the same time, I seemed to receive a happiness I had longed for.
Soft, warm, fragrant flesh, a dreamlike scene, boundless tenderness and countless heart-stirring moments—wasn't this the happiness I wanted?
But then Aunt Mei said, "How many days are there tomorrow? Is it possible that after this joy, there will be no hope for tomorrow, or even as if none of this ever happened?" A pang of pain shot through my heart, and cold sweat suddenly soaked my back.
Aunt Mei gently stroked my wet face, looking at me with some surprise: "What's wrong?"
I said, "Nothing at all, not even tomorrow. What else can I have?" Aunt Mei saw my helplessness. She gently stroked my face, like a mother. But deep down, I wanted her to be my lover. I whispered, "Tell me, after today, can I still be with you?"
Aunt Mei smiled. "Being together? What? Making love? That shouldn't be difficult. To be honest, you're great in bed, you make me very happy. Since we've had a good start, why should I refuse to continue?"
I felt somewhat relieved. Aunt Mei's words meant there was still a tomorrow for us.
Why care how many days tomorrow is? Nobody really knows how many days tomorrow will last.

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